#but in my head it makes sense and it's beautiful

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 · 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧?

contents: smut (18+ mdni). the perfect night in to switch things up in the bedroom falls short when you struggle to take his big dick. established relationship. size difference. cowgirl position. handcuffed + submissive sylus. fingering. some breast play. implied multiple orgasms. 1.3k wc.

Your cute attempts at trying to please Sylus are truly admirable and even deserving of his praise. With his head pressed against the pillow, the cool steel binds his wrist to the headboard and he goes along with his role as the helpless prey under your mercy. Yet he’s the one marveling at your soft sighs and quiet mewls when your cunt struggles to swallow the crown of his thick manhood. He’s too big for you to take with ease—rightfully so with your difference in size and his build conditioned to endure life’s cruel adversity at any given moment.

A deep, low hum reverberates from his chest as he watches you through half-lidded gaze, his free hand caresses your thigh and offers an earnest squeeze. “You’re doing so good. Just a bit more and I’m almost in.” Your lower lip caught between your teeth turns into a small pout and you glare at his playful taunt. Gently nipping his neck before licking and sucking to leave another mark on him. He chuckles softly, twitching from underneath you when your heat presses and glides along his length to renew your arousal.

“…I may need a little help. You’re too big for me to make it fit all on my own.” A knowing smirk spreads across his face at your shy murmur with your hands propped on his chest. Fucking yourself on his cock was much easier in your mind, but putting it into practice had its limitations. You suppose your fingers weren’t enough to prepare yourself for him, followed by the nerves of taking over the reins even just for one night because you wanted to give him a taste of something new.

“You flatter me, kitten. Lift yourself up a little.” You nod at his command, your hands wrapping around his neck and you feel a chaste peck smear on your collarbone at the close proximity. Your back arches leaning more into him when his arm comes around you, testing your reaction by swiping his fingers along your puffy folds to your sensitive clit. He repeats the motions until he earns a pretty moan when two fingers sink deep through the wetness. “You make such beautiful sounds.”

Your face nuzzles into his neck and your warm breath fans over his skin, he makes you feel so full with just his fingers alone that it’s almost maddening. He skillfully finds your sweet spot and curls his fingers which makes you squirm blissfully. His muscles are taut and the veins in his forearm strains against the cuffs when he forgets about it for a second, wanting to feel every swell and curve that belongs to you under his palm.

You slowly lift your head amidst your cloudy haze of pleasure, gently tilting his chin to meet his lips with your parted ones and a sensual tongue runs along his seams. He welcomes you with a sweet fervor and you lose yourself in the intimate consumption of his love. The heavy spill of your breasts pushed upward against his chest urges him to quicken his ministrations, and you deepen the kiss until you’re both rendered breathless with flushed cheeks. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he regards you with a sense of gratification. “Greedy, kitten. Is this your idea of getting me riled up?”

Your hand descends from between the heavy pants of your upper body and he groans when you make a fist around him with a few languid strokes. “I want to give it another try. Think I’m ready now, Sy.” He raises a brow at that, his fingers slipping out of you to settle on your hip causing you to clench around nothing. You tease yourself by lining him up at your entrance and slide your pelvis back and forth against his aching tip. He feels so good but you're becoming desperate to wrap around him feeling every delicious drag of his ridges buried inside you.

“Take it slowly, sweetheart. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Sylus encourages but even his patience starts to waver once the warmth pools around him. A guttural moan escapes his throat, head falling back from feeling how tight you’re squeezing him. His fingers dig into your flesh and hips buck upward tantalizingly slow to help you along as his breathing grows more ragged. “That feels… good. Almost there, keep going. When it gets too much you can stop at any time.”

You’re already feeling lightheaded from the overwhelming fullness, a small whimper falls from your lips when you ease further down his shaft. Your hips give a salacious swirl when you’ve reached the hilt where he’s intimately familiar with your cervix. He kisses your forehead when you’re at a standstill adjusting him, a silent praise for taking all of him when he knows it’s not easy. “Whenever you’re ready, kitten. Use me however you want.” His large hand splays over your ass, groping the tender plush and holding you with care.

You tug him closer for another messy kiss from where you’re still leaning forward, your hips working out subtle motions and grinding against him. “So good. You feel so good, baby.” He catches your moans on his tongue, and he shifts beneath you bending one knee with his heel planted into the sheets to thrust himself deeper into you. “A-ah, fuck. Mhm, right there—!” You move your torso slightly upright and you lift and lower your thighs, following his curvature in tandem with his steady pace.

“Aren’t you—hah—a pretty sight. It’s quite cute how you’re so focused.” He relinquishes his control when you adapt his rhythm into something of your own and straighten your posture. Your palm and fingers stretch over his muscular abs as you continue to fuck yourself senseless on his cock, your lovely tits bouncing with each movement. You fix him with an amorous gaze and play with your chest a little before putting his hand on them for him to fondle.

An appreciative hum sounds from him when he cups your soft and supple breast, and he loves how you’re so responsive to his touch especially when he takes the hardened peak between his fingers with a pinch and gentle pull. His bound wrist strains against the cuffs once more, craving to take each of your sensitive nipples into his mouth to give them more proper and deserving attention.

“Sy, I’m gonna—“ Your lower body spasms as your pussy greedily sucks him completely in and clench around him, eyelids fluttering shut to revel in the wave of your release. He lets out a gravelly noise when you make yourself come much quicker than he thought. Taking the lead looks good on you, even more so when you pick yourself up again and circle with your hips causing him to throb at the sensually mesmerizing view.

“Mm. That’s one, isn’t it?” You breathe out a soft laughter and he’s in a daze wrapping his mind over how more perfect can you get. Never ceasing to surprise him with everything that you do even outside of moments like these. How you’ve enticed him to meet your every whim and he treats it like a promise no matter how impossible or mundane your wishes are. And the love between you two is truly special, like a perfect melody that resonates through your souls and brings comfort and peace to him.

“You’re counting now? How adorable of you.” He muses and the gleaming desire reflects in his right eye. Maybe his helpless position does have its merits when you haven’t gotten your fill with him yet. Just how far are you willing to go and how many times will you reach your high before he does? And surely, you won’t mind when he has anything to do with driving you into submission from underneath when you’ve exhausted yourself. “When you want something you take it. Heh, you learned from the best, haven’t you?”

[redeemingvillains]

ps i love you - mattheo riddle ft. the slytherin boys

summary: mattheo plans an unexpected valentine's day surprise for you

word count: 3.3k

a/n: honestly, this healed me a little bit. this is for anyone that just needs a heaping dose of love from our favorite boys, all of whom are absolutely head over heels for you. ♡

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you smiled as you curled into your soft sheets, yawning and stretching your sleep-heavy limbs, enjoying the sacrosanct moment of a new morning, before the noise and thoughts from the day invaded you.

But the feeling faded almost as soon as it came and within moments your brain switched on and you felt a pang in your chest as you remembered...today was Valentine's Day and despite the devilishly handsome curly haired boy that had stolen your heart and claimed you as his own, you would be spending it alone; his father had whisked him away to something urgent, and he wasn't the type of man to argue with.

Mattheo had all but disappeared last night with quick but searing kiss and a promise to make it up to you. And how could you possibly be angry with him when you melted at his touch, at the look in his amber eyes, at the feeling of his lips against your own which you sensed even now as you ran your fingers over them?

You sighed, slowly dragging yourself out of bed despite the weighted sadness you felt and began readying yourself for the day.

You were in no rush to see the rest of the castle gushing over the holiday; the Great Hall would inevitably be awash in red and pink, filled with flowers and owls delivering love letters. There would be the predictable wave of students dosed by love potions, and an obscene amount of PDA that you would have loved to participate in that now made you sick to think about. Ugh. That alone made you want to stay in your room, but you took your time getting ready, grounding yourself as you did a full self-care routine.

Once dressed, you wandered down the corridor by your dormitory into the common room and found a tall, lanky figure leaning against the stone wall, eyes focused on his feet which he shuffled back and forth as he twirled a toothpick in his mouth.

"Enz?" you asked, as you got closer.

His eyes shot to you as they widened, brightening.

"There she is!" he said excitedly as he straightened up and righted his suit jacked. "You look divine today. Simply beautiful" he winked.

You blushed as you shoved his shoulder in reprimand and laughed at him.

"You're sweet" you conceded.

"You're sweeter" he cooed. "And I could keep this up for hours, babe, but it's my honor to escort you to our breakfast date."

"What?" you asked through another laugh as your face scrunched in confusion. Surely he has to be joking, you thought. Mattheo would strangle him with his bare—

"Oh! Shit! Yeah, uh here" he said, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and handing you a sealed envelope.

You narrowed your eyes skeptically at him as you reached for it until you recognized your name scrawled in Mattheo's small script on the front and eagerly tore it open.

Good morning. You look gorgeous. I don't have to be there to know that you do. I love starting my days with you, and it kills me not to be there this morning especially. Enz will have to do. Tell him to stop laying it on so thick, this isn't a hallpass to eyefuck you all morning—

You peered over the top of the letter to see Lorenzo smirking appreciatively at you and smiled.

—And tell him if he steps a single toe out of line with you, I will take sincere pleasure in rearranging his face.

You laughed quickly and covered your mouth with your hand. Lorenzo's eyebrow quirked inquisitively but you shook your head, dismissing it.

Tell. Him. It's for his own safety. Enjoy breakfast. PS, I love you

You folded the letter slowly, unable to contain the smile on your face, absolutely giddy at the penned words you held and the notion that Mattheo had planned something like this.

"Gorgeous?" Enzo said as he offered you his arm.

You linked arms with him cheerfully, a new pep in your step as he led you through the common room and into the castle.

You received a fair share of confused glances which Lorenzo reveled in, beaming at everyone who did a double take at the two of you together, knowing full well who you really belonged to.

"Wonder what's for breakfast?" you mused as a pair of Hufflepuffs shuffled to get out of your way.

"Oh, we're not going to the Great Hall" Enzo clarified as he took a last-minute turn down an unfamiliar corridor.

You looked up at him, surprised, and he caught your eye.

"And have you eat with these peasants? Please" he scoffed, stopping in front of a door you'd never seen before. "No, Matty boy flew you breakfast, from Paris" he said with a flourish as he pushed the door open wide and you gasped at the scene in front of you.

The doorway opened to a small balcony with an astonishing view of the grounds, the myriad pine trees frosted with snow and the Black Lake that was shimmering like a sheet of obsidian in the cold.

Despite the wintry scene, there was a small table laden with steaming cups of hot chocolate, a mountain of pastries, macaroons, croissants and treats all the way from France. Gods I love magic you thought to yourself as Enzo pulled out your seat and handed you a blanket from a large pile which you took eagerly as you wrapped your hands around the warm mug in front of you.

The hot chocolate was rich with a large helping of whipped cream that warmed you all the way through to your toes and brought you right back to the time Mattheo took you to Paris himself and you sipped on the decadent drink by his side. Your heart ached briefly at the memory, but Enzo was quick to pick up on it, and eagerly began chatting away with you about classes, quidditch, and even the Ravenclaw he had his eye on and you realized how nice it was to have this time together to sit and really talk to one of your closest friends, to hear how he was doing.

"You didn't want to take your crush to breakfast?" you teased, kicking him gently under the table.

"And miss this? Babe. This is the highlight of my month, maybe my entire fucking year" he said as he smirked at you and popped another macaroon in his mouth.

You knew he was laying it on thick, but there was a hint of truth to it too, and the knowledge that he valued your friendship that way made you awash with emotion.

His eyebrow quirked as he looked over your shoulder and smiled sadly.

"Well, my lady, this is where I leave you. Our love shined bright though brief."

You turned to see Blaise and Draco behind you, each carrying an extraordinarily large bouquet of flowers that they were peeking out behind with equally large smiles.

"Guys! This is so sweet!" you exclaimed as they set the bundles down and embraced you, your feelings starting to bubble to the surface again at the amount of love and affection you felt.

"Of course, darling, Happy Valentine's Day" Draco said as he kissed your cheek.

"Here you are, love" Blaise said, flourishing a letter that sent your heartbeat soaring.

Another? You reached for it eagerly, tearing into it haphazardly, craving Mattheo's words.

Did you like the hot chocolate? I hope it reminded you of our trip to Paris. I'll never forget how happy you were, the way you shined brighter than that whole fucking city... And what we got up to in the hotel that first night, when you wore that red lace set... Needless to say, don't let any of these idiots read these letters—

"Soooo, what's he writtennnn?" Blaise asked, peering over page.

"Nothing!" you replied, bending the top of the note protectively as you kept reading.

You deserve breakfast from Paris and everything your heart desires. The boys have my credit card, go get whatever you want in Hogsmeade. No smutty books, though, you have a real boyfriend that's better than any book boyfriend. And no clothing that's too revealing, unless it's for me... in which case, you should know, I'm partial to red lace... PS, I love you

Your eyes twinkled as you looked up at Draco and Blaise with excitement.

"It's fucking on" you said, as they cheered.

You went into every. single. store. Lollipops, chocolate frogs, candy hearts and pumpkin pasties from Honeydukes, the most divine stationary and a new set of quills from Scrivenshaft's, and then cue the full montage of you trying on outfits for hours while the two boys sat amidst a pile of shopping bags, enjoying their candy and eagerly goading you on.

"Yes, babe."

"Smashing it!"

"Absolutely."

"You have to get it, get both actually."

"Love, you're wearing it better than the fucking model."

Until Draco turned, finally, yelling over his shoulder to a passing attendant.

"We'll take the lot!"

And gods help the people in the bookstore. Draco could barely see over the bags and boxes he was carrying and now Blaise's arms were laden with every single book you've had on your TBR list, chatting excitedly with you about them.

"Nooo, isn't that the latest one in the series? Didn't that come out like, yesterday?!" he exclaimed as you held the hardcover book in your hands like a holy relic and nodded.

"Can I borrow it when you're done?" he asked quietly.

"We'll just get you one too!" you said excitedly, grabbing a second.

Both of them followed you without complaint, cheery and upbeat, treating you like the princess Mattheo saw you as, they all saw you as, as you made your way back to the castle in the pending twilight, high on candy and your shopping spree.

Mattheo had undoubtedly pulled out all of the stops today, so surely there had to be a something big for the evening?

You tried every way you knew how to coax it out of Draco and Blaise but they held strong, insistent that you be patient as they led you through the castle, down a first floor corridor you hadn't been down before as you continued to question them incessantly.

Was it a five-course meal from your favorite restaurant in London? A private concert from Taylor Swift? I mean, what could possibly top the day you'd had already? They stopped in front of a plain door and pushed it open to reveal... the kitchens, large, industrial-looking, and decidedly...not what you had expected.

But then your eyes swept the space and landed on Theo, in an apron, working diligently at the counter on something as Enzo moved quickly around him, in an apron of his own, a dash of flour on his cheek.

And then you saw the small wooden table just big enough for the five of you, replete with mismatched chairs and a few floating candlesticks.

And then the smell hit you.

"Bella!" Theo shouted, waving you over in flurry of Italian you couldn't follow.

You approached slowly, taking in the scene of him rolling homemade pasta with practiced ease and the steaming pot of sauce on the stove that smelled divine, like fresh tomatoes and roasted garlic, and your stomach growled in response.

"You're cooking for me? you asked, your voice a hoarse whisper at the overwhelming gentleness and kindness, the domesticity of it all.

You'd seen Theo break someone's nose, you'd seen him put puking pastilles in someone's goblet and trip a first year just for the fun of it, but you'd never seen him do anything so... tender.

"Yeah" he said quickly, acknowledging you. "And if you don't start rolling, we're not eating, tesoro" he said, tossing an apron at you, which you caught with a laugh, tying it on eagerly as you moved next to him, bumping his shoulder as you copied his movements and the gentle rolling of his hands.

Draco and Blaise poured wine and helped set the table and the three of you shared stories about your afternoon, all of you chatting about your day, about everything and nothing in the way a family would, natural, easy, unforced and relaxed.

Theo wiped his hands with a towel and then reached into his back pocket, brandishing your letter, which you unfolded and read as you leaned back against the counter, shifting into a world where it was just you and Mattheo's words.

Gorgeous - Theo promised he'd make you something good for dinner, and if I trust him with anything, it's food. Fuck. This one's hard. Because it should be me with you tonight. Please know there's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be than right there with you, right now. The boys will do the best they can, I know they will. Try not to laugh too hard when Theo tells you about the time his Nonna ran from the cops in Sicily. He thinks it's hilarious, and it's his way of trying to impress you. He knows how much you mean to me. Enjoy, my 'bella donna' PS, I love you

You smiled at the familiar last sentence, tracing your fingers over the ink, like you could feel him through it and you realized you were biting your lip to keep from crying. You had kept the feelings at bay all day, but this, being here tonight without him, was hard on you too. You missed him so fervently it was like your whole body ached.

"Ok, ok" Theo said, gently putting his arm around you as he guided you towards the table. "Sedere, sit down, now we spoil you."

You sniffed and swiped quickly at your eye as you settled into your chair and the boys followed suit, surrounding you. And then Theo placed the most perfect bowl of pasta you'd ever seen in front of you, more beautiful and better plated than any restaurant you'd ever been to.

"Theo, this is..." you said, looking up at him, at a loss for words.

He nodded his appreciation. "It's my Nonna's recipe. Best fucking sauce in Sicily" he said as he scooted his own chair in across from you and winked as he raised his glass in a toast.

"To the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts" he said as you all raised your glasses alongside him.

"Here's to cheating, stealing and drinking. May you cheat death, steal hearts and always drink with me!"

The boys cheered and you laughed as you clinked glasses and settled into your meal.

You twirled the pasta and delved into your first bite, the most incredible taste taking over your tastebuds as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Mmmmm Theeeeooo" you said.

"Fuck. That was hot" Enzo whispered as you opened your eyes to glare at him.

"I'm telling him you said that to her" Draco muttered as Enzo kicked him under the table.

"It's soooo good!" you exclaimed, ignoring them all as you dug in for your next bite.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Nonna dodged the cops?"

Your eyes watered with tears at his story, just as much from laughing as from the overwhelming joy you felt at Theo telling it to make you happy, to impress you, consistently eyeing your reaction to his every word.

After awhile you gestured around the room with your fork, savoring the last bites of your meal.

"It's hard to imagine that the heartthrob of Hogwarts himself isn't doing this for one of his girls tonight" you said, teasing Theo.

Theo put down his wine glass and looked at you like you'd asked him if he wanted to be a muggle.

"This?! Bella. Please" he said, shaking his head. "This is marriage shit right here. I don't just do this for anyone. Matty boy loves you, that's for fucking sure."

You smiled and nodded as you looked back down at your plate.

"Yeah he does" you agreed, thinking to yourself just how much he'd proven that today.

You sat around the table for hours, listening to the boys talk and laugh and joke, the night washing away in a haze of a perfect meal, a full belly and a couple of glasses of wine. You eventually dropped your head onto Blaise's shoulder comfortably.

"We wore her out boys" Enzo said affectionately, tilting his head to mirror your own and smile at you.

"Let's get you back" Blaise said, standing with you.

The two of you walked with your arm wound around his in amiable silence all the way back to your dorm, and it wasn't until you were nearly there that Blaise whispered, "Did we do alright?" with a sense of vulnerability you'd never heard from any of them before that stopped you in your tracks.

"Blaise" you reassured him, grasping his arms as you looked up at him. "I was dreading being alone today, I think you could all tell I was teetering on the edge of a breakdown the entire day..."

He nodded his head sadly.

"But each of you completely swept me off my feet, and made me feel so loved, so cherished, and so special. I couldn't have asked for four better stand-in-Mattheo's" you said, smiling widely. "Thank you" you whispered, pulling him into a warm hug.

"You deserve it, and more" he murmured against you, squeezing you tightly. "Sweet dreams, YN" he said, as you unwound from each other and you made your way towards your room.

The warmth you'd felt throughout the day carried you up to bed, lingering with you as you crawled into your pajamas and under your covers as you reached for Mattheo's letters, reading and re-reading his words as you traced your fingers over his script.

I love you, I love you, I love you he'd written and you marveled at how someone could be so far away yet still make you feel so deeply cared for. Your heart squeezed, the sadness you'd felt throughout the day numbing to a dull ache as your eyes fluttered closed.

You slipped into a deep sleep, lost to all sense of time when your mattress dipped, rocking you awake. You turned slowly, groggily to see Mattheo crawling under your covers, his eyes bright, cheeks flush with exertion.

"Matty?" you whispered hoarsely, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to wake your brain, your body up fast enough to respond.

"Gorgeous" he whispered, with a sigh of relief as he reached for you, pulling you quickly into his arms and nuzzling into you as your limbs intertwined with his, your heart resting against his own.

"How are you here right now?" you asked.

"Told 'em to fuck off, he didn't need me anyway" he replied quietly.

You pulled back to look at him, the confusion clear on your face.

"Alright, not exactly like that — it doesn't matter, I'm here and I'm so fucking sorry about today, I had this whole thing planned for us and —"

"—Matty—"

"—You deserve everything, gods everything you do for me—"

"—Matty—"

"—I just love you so fucking much, please don't be mad at me—"

And finally you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips and winding your hands up to grasp his face, to center him, to force him to hear you, to feel you, and within a moment you could feel the stress leaving his body as his shoulders fell, and his body molded against yours, his hands wrapping around you as he slid you beneath him and kissed you back earnestly, passionately.

You pulled back for just a moment, meeting his twinkling brown eyes, taking in his lips, swollen from your kiss.

"I missed you every moment of the entire day" you whispered. "But there wasn't a second I didn't feel completely loved. Thank you."

"I love you so much" he said, his head shaking slightly as his eyes met yours and he brushed the back of his fingers over your cheek. "You really have... no idea."

You blushed, nibbling at your bottom lip.

"Actually, I think I do" you said, pressing your lips to his again.

@kenjikishimotoswifey @mattiesgf @sleepiibunniiii @darlingshecried @girllblogging777 @foivetimesacharm @clar2aa @broadwaybaby123 @slytherinscreamqueen @chelawrites @loverliner @smut-anarchy @locknco

[quitefawnish]

the prize of prey

knight!au, simon riley x reader, kyle garrick x reader, johnny mactavish x reader, brief soap x gaz, mentioned john price x reader

cw: noncon/dubcon, abuse of power

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: this is inspired by one of my classes actually, where we discussed how knights in the middle ages only had to court noble women, whereas any peasant woman was open to their desires, and they were in fact encouraged to do so. while this is disgusting as a concept, i am also disgusting, so ofc i wrote this..

Everyone in the kingdom knew to stay out of the way of the knights. It was a common sight to see a vendor being heckled by a group of knights while many people walked by without sparing a glance. So you were well aware of how fucked you were when a group of them approached you at the market.

They were in their casual wear but the scabbards at their hips spoke to their knight status. The first one that started the conversation had tanned skin and a crooked grin that caused the edges of his stark blue eyes to crinkle.

His brown hair was styled in a mohawk, with the hair on the sides of his head crudely shaven away, and by the nicks that were spread across his scalp, you guessed he did it himself.

“Well, hello there, bonnie,” he practically whispered in your ear.

His hands gripped your waist as he pulled himself to stand closer to you with his chest against your back.

You stiffened, turning your head slightly backwards to peer at him. You had seen the group of them wandering the market earlier and you had hoped that’s the last you would see of them. You were not so lucky.

The second one, to your relief, pulled Mohawk off of you.

“Don’t crowd her, ye git” He gave you a grin, acting as if his friend hadn’t just groped you a second ago, but you had to admit, he was so pretty, it almost worked.

He had brown skin and tight curls that were close-cropped to his head. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, and his brown eyes sparkled with a mirth you didn’t share.

“I’m Gaz” he said, then he pointed to Mohawk, “he’s Soap.”

“But ye can call me Johnny, if ye like,” Soap interrupted, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Gaz just shot him a glare and then pointed to the last man who had just been observing this whole interaction, “and this is Ghost.”

Ghost was a hulking creature of man, and if he wasn’t intimidating enough, he had on a skull-painted balaclava. Through the gap in the fabric you could see just his pale skin and soulless dark brown eyes that were boring into your soul.

You introduced yourself as they all stared at you expectantly.

“‘s a pretty name fer a pretty lass” Soap practically cooed at you.

This made you tuck further in yourself, wishing you could just disappear on the spot, “I.. don’t think this is appropriate.”

Gaz cocked his head slightly, “And why is that?”

You swallowed thickly, “B-because I don’t think my husband would approve.”

It was a complete gamble, maybe these knights would leave you alone if they thought you had a man to protect you. Problem is, you were decidedly not married, and all you could do was hope they wouldn’t see through your bluff.

“Husband?” Soap made a show of looking around, “if ye’re married, then where is he?”

“A man shouldn’t leave his woman to fend for herself in such a dangerous place, especially not one as beautiful as you, someone might try to take advantage,” Gaz said in a worried tone, but it was ruined by the slight grin on his face.

“He.. he went home already, I told him I needed to get one last thing, and I would be right home,” your lie was falling apart as soon as it left your mouth.

“He should have waited, no sense in making your woman walk home alone,” Soap grumbled.

By now, they had almost backed you into a corner, both literally and figuratively, as they advanced forward, forcing you to inch back towards the fruit stand behind you.

“He-he knows the people in the community, they would never do anything to me,” you managed to stammer out.

“If this husband o’ yours is real, where’s your ring?” You were startled as Ghost finally spoke up, his voice deep and rumbling as he glared at you with accusing eyes.

You put your right hand up and looked at it, faking bewilderment, “Oh! I must have left it at home this morning.”

“Ah, right, sorry for pestering you, then,” Gaz said, bowing slightly for emphasis, the other two following suit.

You gave them a small, nervous curtsy in response and smiled awkwardly at the three of them, “It’s quite alright. If you’ll excuse me, I think I should head home now.”

You started to walk away when Soap put out an arm to stop you, “Aye, but it wouldnae be right of us to let a woman walk home by herself.”

Your heart plummeted to your feet and your eyes involuntarily widened with horror.

“I should be okay walking by myself, thank you for the offer, sirs,” you said as you attempted to shoulder past Soap.

He just moved closer to you, “It wouldnae be right,” he said in a darker tone, implying this wasn’t up for debate.

You looked between Gaz and Ghost, who had blocked your other exits, and it didn’t seem like they were willing to budge on this either. You swallowed nervously, “R-right, let’s go, then.”

When you made it to your house, you had half-hoped for them to bid you a good night and go on their way.

They, of course, insisted on meeting your so-called husband and giving him a good talk about respecting his wife. You were fairly certain that at this point it was like a game for them.

It was obvious from the start that they never believed you and they knew you knew that, but that didn’t stop them from continuing this ruse, they were having too much fun.

You opened the door to an empty and dark house, it being abundantly clear that no one had been in the place since you left that morning.

“O-oh, I don’t know where he went, he must have gone looking for me since I took so long,” you lied, but winced at your wavering tone.

“Lass, we would have run into him on the way,” Soap said, making you turn around to face the three of them.

“He knows some different paths, maybe he took one of those,” you continued lying, knowing that it was never going to convince them, but you needed to keep talking or you were going to cry.

Noticing the devastated look on your face, Gaz walked forward and took your face in his hands, “It’s alright, luv, we’re not going to hurt you.”

You were shaking so bad that your teeth were practically rattling out of your skull, “You’re not? You’re.. going to leave me alone?”

Soap just shook his head, tutting at you, “We didnae say that, just that we aren’t gonna hurt ye, in fact, you’ll probably like it.”

The grin on his face made your stomach churn, and you stepped back from Gaz’s hands, backing up until you hit your bed frame. It startled you as you stumbled back into the wood, and you looked back to see what you had run into before trying to steady yourself.

When you turned back around, Gaz and Soap were practically face-to-face with you, Ghost choosing to settle in a dark corner of the room, settling into a chair as it let out a big creak of stress under his weight.

You turned your gaze back to the two knights in front of you who both have matching looks in their eyes, a mix of lust and excitement, as they eye you up and down.

“P-please don’t” you managed to stutter out.

Soap just pressed a finger to your lips, “Shhh, you’re okay. We’re going to take good care of you.”

You tried to lean out of the way as Gaz’s lips came towards yours, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could pretend all of this wasn’t happening.

Rough hands gripped your head, pulling your face towards Gaz, who captured your lips in his. As your eyes flew open, you saw that it was both Gaz and Soap’s hands that were holding you steady. Gaz’s other hand settled on your waist, gripping at the soft flesh underneath the fabric of your dress.

He leaned into the kiss, being somewhat gentle, as if he didn’t want to scare you off just so soon. You gasped softly into his lips as you felt Soap’s tongue on your neck, licking a stripe from your neck up to your face, ending it with a wet kiss to the apple of your check.

Gaz pulled away, staring blatantly down at your body before he began to undo the strings at the back of your bodice.

You tried to pull away, muttering out a soft “no” in protest, but Gaz worked efficiently enough that he was able to pull the piece over your head before you could do much else. Soap grinned down at your body, the top half of your thin chemise having been revealed.

Your hardened nipples poked through the sheer clothing, your body having betrayed you in response to Gaz’s kiss. Soap seemed transfixed as he palmed at your breast through the material, cupping both hands underneath your nipples.

“So bonnie, and just for us to see, aye?” he asked.

You couldn’t even move your mouth to answer and you just remained rooted to the spot no matter how much you wished you could move, fight them off, anything.

Soap didn’t seem to mind your lack of response, carrying on fondling your tits. While Soap was transfixed, Gaz slipped off your skirts, leaving you now with one practically translucent layer, which he was now starting to pull off as well.

That was when you got the courage to move, attempting to cover your body while also trying to keep your chemise on. Instead of grabbing your arms like you thought they would, Soap simply pushed you backwards so you landed with an ‘oof’ on your bed.

You tried to scramble away, slipping over your sheets in your desperation but Soap yanked you back towards them, “Behave.”

You swallowed nervously and stopped trying to struggle away, actually finding yourself nodding to his command.

He grinned, “Good girl.”

His words sent shivers down your body, ending with a fluttering in your cunt.

“Told you we were gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Gaz said, positioning himself in the space between your legs, gripping your thighs open with an ease that betrayed just how strong he was compared to you.

“I don’t want this,” you surprised yourself when you said this, having been frozen in fear just moments before.

Soap, who was now positioned in the space above your head, smiled down at you, brushing your hair back against your scalp, “Dinnae say that just yet, think ye’ll like this next part.”

Knowing that your protests would fall on deaf, uncaring ears, you shut your mouth and looked back down at Gaz who had now pulled the bottom part of your chemise up to reveal your pussy to the night air. Once again, you tried desperately to have some remaining decency and pulled your dress back down, only for Soap to grab your hands and pull them back to your chest.

He held them in an X formation with one hand gripping around both of your wrists, “Och, dinnae be naughty, lass. Wouldnae want for Ghost to have to punish ye.”

Your eyes flicked over to the man who was sitting in the corner who was staring over at the three of you, and you noticed him lazily palming at a bulge in his pants. You swallowed nervously and shook your head, looking back at Soap, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He seemed satisfied and nodded to Gaz, who had flipped the bottom half of your chemise up once again. He pressed gentle kisses to your inner thighs, trailing up until he reached your entrance. It was horrible because even though you wanted them to stop, you needed for Gaz to hurry up and put his mouth on your aching bud.

As if sensing your thoughts, he put his lips to your clit and sucked. You couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped from your lips as he did this, your face flushing at the realization of the obscene noise that you had made.

It only egged Gaz on more as he began to practically make out with your pussy, wet smacking sounds echoing around the room.

Soap, meanwhile, had shifted your hands to pin them above your head, therefore giving him unobstructed access to your tits. He latched his mouth to your right nipple, sucking through the fabric.

He used his free hand to grope at your other breast, practically kneading it like a cat. All you could do was whimper softly, your arms and legs both being restrained. It wasn’t long before you could feel a pressure building between your legs, feeling the pleasure crescendo until it hit its peak and your body started shaking uncontrollably.

You could dimly hear Soap praising you with his mouth still on your nipple with your ears ringing slightly.

As the wave overtook you, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes back into your head. Gaz unsucked with a loud popping noise, and as your sight returned to normal, you saw him grinning triumphantly between your legs.

Soap had already unlatched from your tit, the sheer fabric that covered it being almost translucent from the saliva. Now that you had finally relaxed, or rather, was too tired to move or try to struggle, Soap let go of your arms. You left them where they were hanging above your head as you tried to catch your breath.

At that moment, Ghost stood up from the chair, startling you, as you had almost forgotten he was there.

“My turn,” he said gruffly, which made both Gaz and Soap complain loudly.

“Och, but I’m achin’ LT,” Soap complained, almost whining as he gestured to his dick which was straining against his pants.

“‘ave Kyle take care o’ you” he said matter-of-factly.

Although you weren’t sure of their ranks within the knight’s guard, it was clear that these two readily deferred to him as Soap reluctantly slipped off the bed.

Ghost walked towards you, looking you up and down with almost calculating eyes. All you could do was whimper softly as he approached you, half paralyzed from fear.

His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you, and although you flinched as he outstretched a hand, he simply stroked your cheek with a softness you didn’t know he was capable of.

“Poor thing, probably scared out o’ your mind.”

You nodded meekly, hoping maybe he would take mercy on you and leave you alone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

He then undressed his lower half which was littered in scars and which also freed his erect cock, one that looked like it could split you in half, precum glistening at the tip.

Your eyes widened at the sight of it, “I.. I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

He shook his head, “It’s gonna fit, don’t worry, ‘sides, my boys warmed you up for me, didn’t they?”

You looked over at Gaz and Soap, the former helping Soap out by stroking along his cock with spit-slicked hands, making Soap moan out words in a language you didn’t understand. You stopped looking when Ghost’s hands found your jaw and turned your face back to him.

“Asked you a question, love.”

You nodded, but your lower lip wobbled slightly.

That just seemed to egg him on more, and his eyes crinkled through the gap in his mask. He repositioned you so you were facedown on the bed, legs dangling off the side so your ass was level with his pelvis.

He pulled up your chemise, and once again, your pussy was exposed to the night air. He sucked in a breath at the sight of it, dragging one finger up through the folds and dipping it into your hole. You inhaled sharply at the intrusion, clenching slightly on his finger in shock.

He just laughed, “Careful you don’t squeeze like that while I’m inside, yeah? ‘fraid I’d never pull out.” You took the message and forced yourself to relax, knowing that it was happening either way and it was best just to make things easier on yourself.

You tried not to jump again when he dragged his tip down your pussy, gathering the come that had collected in between your folds. Then he pressed into your hole, it traitorously sucking him in with ease.

He was able to get it in a good amount of inches before your insides started to ache. Sure, maybe you’d had a couple of fingers in there before but nothing like this, certainly not this length or girth.

You whimpered softly as he pressed in further and he soothingly pet your hair as he paused for a moment.

“You’re okay, I know, I know” he said, soothingly, “Just a bit more, okay?” You nodded weakly, knowing that it wasn’t an option to back out now.

“Good girl” he murmured softly as he pressed inch by inch into you.

You whined pitifully as his pelvis pressed against your ass, his cock now fully inside you.

It hurt, but what was worse to you was that this hurt felt.. good. You hardly had a second to take all of him before he slowly pulled out again, and stupidly, you began to hope he was done.

Those dreams were dashed the second he slammed back into you, making you cry out in surprise. He continued this, rocking back and forth into you, his cock dragging in and out of your hole as you gripped the sheets beneath you for stability.

Then, he lowered himself on top of you, bending over at his hips to press himself against your back. All you could hear were his grunts and the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy as he pounded into you.

Even though tears were building up in your eyes, you could also feel pleasure building between your legs at the continuous thrusting. Your body tensed up as you felt another wave overtake you, the sensations making your legs shake uncontrollably underneath Ghost’s.

Your breathy moans earned an even faster pace, causing a slight staccato in your breathing.

Now that your orgasm had ended, the pleasure bordered on painful and with the increased thrusts, you whimpered softly, “It hurts.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head and through his panting he said, “I know, I know, just a little longer. ‘m almost there.”

You felt another wave building, this time it felt too intense, too painful, but you couldn’t stop it from overtaking you just as Ghost slowed above you, grunting in your ear as he finished inside you. You couldn’t breathe for a terrifying moment, your lungs drawing in no air as your vision darkened. The ringing in your ears grew louder as you lost sensation, and eventually, lost consciousness.

When you woke up what you assumed to be a few seconds later, Ghost had pulled out of you and you were laying on your back on the bed. You could feel his and your come dripping out of your pussy which was still fluttering around nothing.

He had pulled his pants up and redone his belt, now fully dressed again.

He looked over at you, “Lost you there for a second, that good, am I?”

You didn’t really know what to say in response, sure, he was good, but he also forced his way into your home and your body. You weren’t about to praise the man that violated you. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind your lack of response, looking over to Soap and Gaz who had both finished, seeming both literally and figuratively.

Soap gave you a lopsided grin, “Put on quite a show, lass. Told ye we’d take care of ye.”

“Will you leave me be, now?” you asked bluntly. Now that they had all had their fair share, all you wanted was for them to leave so you could tend to yourself and lick your wounds.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, “Rid of you? Who said anything about that?”

Your heart sank, “I.. I just assumed that once you got what you wanted, you’d leave.”

Ghost shook his head as if you had said something egregiously stupid, “Don’t you get it? You are what we wanted, and we’re not letting you go that easily. From the moment we laid eyes on you, we had to have you.”

You looked between the three of them, this hadn’t been a spur of the moment thing, they had planned this. You knew all along that they knew you weren’t married, but you didn’t think they had planned this, all for them to take you like some unruly spoil of war at the end.

“You can’t do this, someone will wonder where I am,” you mustered the energy to sit up in bed, glaring at the three of them.

“Really? From the looks of it, you live alone, no one knows who you are, and we’re knights. It’s our duty to take things like you home, protect you, take care of you” Gaz said, taking on a more serious tone.

“Y-you can’t do this” you helplessly repeated.

“Oh, lass, we can, and we will. Dinnae worry your pretty little head about it. King John already said he would be very interested in meeting you, doubt he would be too happy if you refused,” Soap’s grin seemed almost malicious now in this lighting.

“It’s time to go home,” Ghost said, scooping you up from the bed.

You were unable to do anything but cry weakly into his shoulder as they brought you to their horses, knowing this would be the rest of your life and there was nothing you could do about it.

a/n: ah ok! first fic on this acct and actually, my first fic writing smut 🫣 so lmk what you guys think, maybe i can write a part two if you’re interested??

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[haikyu-mp4]

Tricky twins – Tsukishima x reader wc 638 – f!reader, twin!Hinata

Tsukishima Kei refused to admit he had a crush on someone in his class. He would never tell anyone about his total focus on every smart word that comes from your mouth at the teacher’s query in history class, nor anything about the way he would pretend to adjust his glasses just so he could divert his eyes to take in your beauty.

But between us? Tsukki was lowkey obsessed with you.

He’s lucky your brain was part of the reason he likes you; the way you distracted him in class would have led to a decrease in grades had your intelligent answers not been what occupied him.

You’re quiet and calm, and everything the volleyball club was not, so he had you and them as two wholly separate worlds. Until one day, disaster struck when you knocked on the gym door and pulled the door open to stick your head in.

Tsukki stuttered in his step, realising he was closest to the door. Honestly, his first thought was that you must be there for him. “Hey. Do you need something?”

You raised an eyebrow and didn’t have to strain your ears to find the person you were looking for. “My brother told me to come here with my house key because he’ll be home late.”

Tsukki’s blood ran cold. No. Way. Any one of these guys could be your brother and pretty much all those options were terrible news. “And who would that be, exactly?”

“Shoyo.”

Right. Because your last name is Hinata. How could he not have put those two inevitable pieces together before?

As he heard his name, the orange-haired spiker turned towards you and grinned, bouncing over and thanking you profusely for lending him your keys. “No problem. Will you make it home to watch the new episode with Natsu?”

As the two of you talked, Tsukishima struggled to move away. He stared from one of you to the other, horrified at the revelation that you were probably twins.

“Suckyshima-“ Shoyo’s voice brought him right back, and he quickly cleared his throat and turned away from you two, going back to serve practice beside Yamaguchi in complete ignorance of whatever Hinata wanted to say.

Tsukki’s ears were irredeemably red, and his best friend would not let it past him.

“She’s in your class, right?” Yamaguchi asked him before picking up another ball from the basket behind them.

“She is,” he confirmed, as nonchalant as ever.

“I didn’t know you two were friends-”

“We’re not.”

“Is that why you didn’t realise she was Hinata’s twin?” Tsukishima sharply turned to his best friend, surprised and quickly switching into a glare as he turned back to the net, taking a while to gather his answer.

“She doesn’t have orange hair.”

“Maybe she dyes it,” Yamaguchi genuinely wondered, glancing over at where you were still laughing with your twin.

“She’s smart. So smart.”

“Twins can be very different,” Yamaguchi agreed, snickering under his breath at the burn on their shorter teammate.

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukki called, making the float server’s throat hitch. The blonde had turned his whole body to him, hands squeezing each side of the volleyball he held. “We will never speak of this again.”

Tsukishima stared at the back of your head in class the next day. It made no sense.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away as you read a scientific paper in the break time, itching to ask what kind of article it was because his glasses, unfortunately, didn’t come with extra zoom.

Before he knew it, he had walked over to the side of your desk, finally noticing the name of a palaeontologist he admired highlighted in green.

You looked up at him in surprise and he inevitably crumbled. “Can I help you?”

Yes, he had a raging crush on Hinata Shoyo’s twin sister.

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[naomihatake]

I find solace in your arms

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ pairing: sylus x fem reader / love and deepspace

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst & fluff, third person pov

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ summary: Skyhaven brought new nightmares to the young hunter. When she came back to Linkon, the only person that came to mind was Sylus — a safe and stable presence in her tumultuous life.

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ content warnings: allusions to abuse, suicidal thoughts due to overwhelming emotions (they don't follow the entire narrative), insecurities, they're both trying to heal each other

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ word count: 1.9k

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ theme song: “Runaway” by AURORA

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ A/N: Sylus's vulnerable moment came out unexpectedly when I started writing this. However, I like how it turned out, because it makes me feel like there's balance in the way they try to comfort each other. To me, they're beautiful that way. In this narrative, she views Caleb like a brother/best friend.

Skyhaven has been an exhausting and scary place. Linkon had its own dangers, the N109 Zone was a shit show, but Skyhaven might've ruined her perception of danger. Just like pain tolerance, her sense of danger had changed in the span of a few months. 

Sylus — he was the only one she could think of when she arrived back in Linkon. It was all a blur, from the airport to the N109 Zone. What mattered was to see him, whose name she heard in Skyhaven. Hearing about Onychinus was a danger in itself; it meant someone was after Sylus. 

‘There's always someone after me, kitten,’ he'd say. 

He was anxiously tapping his fingers on his knee as he sat on the couch in his office. It wasn't hard to guess that he was equally distressed after being in no contact with her for a few weeks. 

She came back to her senses when she crashed in his arms, when she felt his gentle and warm embrace envelop her like a protective shield. She's missed him, Gods, how much she missed him. 

“I wish that whoever kidnaps me next time, they just kill me instead,” a sob broke from her lips. “I wish they wouldn't toy with me, I wish they wouldn't keep me alive for longer. Sylus, I'm so tired.” 

No matter how much she loved Caleb, his behavior had been unsettling. 

The dam had broken and before she knew it, she was shaking in the arms of her beloved. And like the devoted lover that he was, he held her tightly, despite the aching heart beating painfully in his chest. As if he knew, as if he could feel her heart shattering. Instead of pushing it away, he let it happen, he let himself hurt as well, with the hope that it'll steal away some of her pain. 

“Don't say that, darling,” he whispered softly against her ear, fingers tightening on her shoulder. “Don't.”

“But it's the truth,” she whimpered against his neck. “I can't. I'm too tired to keep myself together, it's too much. I wish you were my enemy so that I'd disintegrate into thin air. I wish—” but she couldn't continue any further, her cries intensifying. 

It was silent. Except for the small whimpers when she ran out of breath, except for the broken words, no other sound escaped her lips. With her fingers tightened into the collar of his maroon shirt, she bit at her own lip. 

It was a lot. It was too much, the pain, the despair, the hollow in her chest that's just been reopened for the hundredth time. 

For months, he's been her everything. He still was her everything, but a small piece of her soul had been broken and never put back together by that one person — Caleb had broken her for the second time. 

She hurt Sylus with her stupid words. The realization hit her when his hold onto her tightened. Just like that, her arms curled around his shoulders and she hugged him with firmness, despite the broken pieces of her heart that beat weakly between their chests. 

“I'm sorry for saying that,” she shook her head, closing her eyes as another tear ran down her face. “I shouldn't have. I know you only care about me. I promise I know, Sylus.”

His breath shuddered when she spoke his name like that, in that sad and mournful tone. Pressing his nose against her hair and swallowing her scent deep within his lungs, it was hard to hide his own despair. His very soulmate was breaking in his arms and he wasn't even sure how to mend her broken pieces back together. 

“It's not you talking,” he reassured her in such a gentle tone. “It's the grief and the pain. You don't have to explain yourself.”

“But I can't cause you suffering just because I'm in pain.” Another broken whimper. 

“And even if you do, I'll gladly accept it for as long as I can hold you for a little longer.”

If only she had hated everyone, it would've been easier to go through with her life. It would've been easier to handle it, it would've been easier if it wasn't for her beating heart and her stupid, pitiful soul. If it wasn't for the life living inside that body, it would've been easier. 

Sliding one of her hands down from his shoulder to his chest, she pressed her fingers against his body. Feeling that very same life beat under her touch ruined something within her as a shard was put back into its rightful place. Sylus was there and he was breathing, he was right next to her, holding her like no one else has. Caring for her in ways she's only dreamt of being cared for. 

“I'm one mind away from killing whoever has put you through this.” His solemn tone was filled with a promise. 

“I wish I had it within myself to let you do it. But I can't,” she shook her head. 

Her hair tickled the side of his neck and he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through the strands. 

Love was, indeed, the most painful thing he's ever felt. It was painful for the way he had to watch his beloved cry in his arms when he could do nothing to help her, when he could do nothing to properly solve the situation. Never once in this life has he ever felt so helpless, all because of her. She had twisted his life, had knotted the threads and he couldn't undo it anymore. Truthfully speaking, he'd never wished to undo those knots, even if it hurt. 

Had she asked him to kill someone, he would've. Had she told him to ruin a city, he would've. Had she pleaded with him to burn the whole world to the ground, he would've. 

But she didn't and that was the hardest part of them all. Instead, she asked for a kindness that wasn't even alive, a kindness reserved to a few things. Stray cats and lonely children, mourning people and that hurt dove she's helped once. The mechanical crow and the twins. Her. 

Multiple times, she had tugged at his heart in a way he didn't even believe it was possible. Sometimes, holding himself back from torturing a man was a sign of kindness — in his life, in that business, mercy was the highest act of kindness. On a normal day, he wouldn't have cared, she wouldn't have cared either. But this time, she did. 

So Sylus was left helpless while his soulmate silently cried against his chest. 

“Don't let go,” she murmured softly, voice hoarse. 

“That's how little you think of me, sweetie?” his soft whisper brushed against her ear. 

Her only answer was the tightening grip onto his shirt. Another sigh escaped his lips. 

Raising her head, she cupped his face in between her palms with a tenderness that stole his breath. She looked at him with a love so gentle, and for a split second he saw that white haired woman with red eyes. In the reflection of her glassy eyes, he saw the reflection of a monstrous dragon that resembled a human far too much. 

Sylus didn't realize when he said her name in a reverent tone. It slipped so easily, despite the low number of times he's used it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he whispered. 

Instead of answering, she continued to admire the beautiful man that was holding her so dearly. Running her thumbs over his cheek bones, dipping a little into the dark circles under his eyes, she treated him the way one would treat glass. 

It tugged and clawed at his heart, ruining every piece of him and putting it back together. He recognized that stare from a life of long ago. His breath hitched. 

“I've never missed you as much as I did in the last weeks,” she cracked a small smile. 

Sylus removed one of his hands from her waist and placed it at the side of her neck, cupping the warm skin in his palm. Something flashed in her eyes — fear. 

All she could think of was that gloved hand (she once found comfort in) grip at her throat. 

His hand raised like he's been struck and his gaze mirrored hers. However, she pressed his hand back where it was. 

“It's not you,” she assured him. “I promise. It has nothing to do with you.” 

He was hyper aware of his own breathing, a little laboured and quick, heart beating faster. 

“Sylus.” It snapped him out of his head. His eyes were, once again, focused on her. “It's alright. I trust you.”

“I've also missed you, kitten,” he hummed instead, trying to avoid her gaze for a little while. 

I trust you. How long he's dreamt of hearing those words, how long he had hit that boxing sack with pure hatred for his own self. 

Usually, he would've teased her. “How much did you miss me, hm?”, “Really, kitten? Let me show you just how I missed you too”, “I feel honored to know you've thought of me, sweetie”. 

However, at that moment, teasing didn't seem like a good answer. Too shallow to fit. The loving words slipping from her mouth — from between those pretty, sweet lips — twisted another claymore straight through his chest. 

“Love.”

Their gazes locked together once more. Sylus was surprised to hear that pet name — it wasn't unusual, but it was rare enough to make his heart skip a beat or two, or more. As if she had heard his thoughts, she leaned in closer, their breaths mingling together. 

Peace had settled around them in a thick cloak. The planet stopped rolling and the hands of the clock stood still, its sound nowhere to be heard. 

She read right through him, could feel the avoidance in his gaze and gestures, the way there was something he tried so hard to hide — and he failed, because she knew better than that. Before her eyes didn't sit a fierce beast, but rather a kind man. 

They ached to kiss, to feel each other's lips, but there was something greater burning inside their hearts, something that swayed in the small space between them. Something that could only be seen and felt when they stayed so close, stripped of all walls and shields, as they were each other's protection. 

“Are you sure you won't let me destroy whoever brought you back to square one?” he arched his eyebrow. 

The answer was obvious, Sylus was just trying his luck once more. If she had decided to do something, nothing could change her mind. The sadness in her eyes reappeared. 

“I'm sorry, Sylus.”

Once more, she hid her face against his neck, arms curling around his waist. 

“There's no need to apologize, sweetie,” he hummed. “You should rest.”

“Will you chase away my nightmares?” She's been having plenty in the past weeks. 

“Always, kitten.”

Even if for her he couldn't be the ‘big, bad mafia boss’, he will act like it if he has to. His sole reason was to protect her from whoever threatened to destroy her peace. 

“I promise I'll chase away yours in return.” 

There was no moon in the night sky. Clouds had covered every surface of it. 

Outside the window, a dove with pretty white feathers tilted its head as it stared at them with curiosity. 

A/N: The dove, yes 🥰 I'm referring to the dove MC saved in Nightplumes, the one Sylus took care of. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can find it on YouTube or you can get the 5stars card in the wishing well, I think.

When he takes his hand away from her after she flinches, the reason why she tries to comfort him is because she knows there's still remnants of some insecurities. Sylus has gone at her pace the entire time and he is fully aware of how brutal he's been in the beginning, when they first met. However, each one of them has their own triggers, as you can see.

If you have any thoughts, you're free to leave a comment <333 Thank you for reading!

[idkyetxoxo]

Aegon Targaryen - Whispers of Peace

Summary - Since the birth of their children, King's Landing has known no peace—only the chaos of their four energetic kids. Amid the noise and mischief, Aegon and her find moments of stolen affection, proving that love can flourish even in the madness of parenthood.

Pairing - Aegon Targaryen x reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2062

Masterlist for Aegon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"Come," I urged, grabbing Aegon's hand as he approached me, his leisurely stroll interrupted by the sudden gleam of mischief in my eyes. 

His smile faltered in confusion as I yanked him forward, and without another word, I began running, pulling him along with me through the winding corridors of the castle. 

His laughter, once rich and relaxed, turned breathless as he tried to keep up.

"Why... are we... running?" he managed, gasping for breath and stumbling over his own feet. His fingers tightened around mine, a lifeline in the whirlwind chase.

I didn't answer, not yet. Instead, I darted into a narrow alcove, dragging him with me. The stone walls pressed in, cool against our flushed skin. 

Placing a hand over his mouth, I met his wide-eyed gaze with a silent plea for silence. He nodded, eyes dancing with questions, his breath warm against my palm.

In the stillness, we heard them—tiny feet pounding the flagstones, echoing like a drumbeat of chaos and glee. Moments later, a blur of colours and curls hurtled past. 

Our children, two sets of mischievous twins, raced by with gleeful shrieks that could melt the iciest heart. 

Aenys and Aelora, their silver curls streaming behind them, led the pack, arms outstretched like birds in flight. Not far behind, Maelor and Maegon followed, their eyes alight with joy, hands clutching makeshift wooden swords that clattered as they ran.

The quartet vanished around a corner, their laughter fading into the distance but leaving behind a trail of warmth and happiness.

I exhaled deeply, leaning back against the stone. The weight of parenthood—exhausting, beautiful, and overwhelming—settled over me. 

When I opened my eyes, Aegon was staring, his expression soft and filled with the kind of love that makes everything else seem insignificant.

"We are severely outnumbered," I whispered, my hands finding their place on his chest as if they'd always belonged there. He chuckled, the sound rumbling beneath my touch.

"Oh, you're only realizing that now?" he teased, his tone light but his eyes alight with a deep, enduring affection. "I've been their target for hours, you know. The girls had me cornered, braiding every strand of hair they could get their hands on. I may never untangle it."

I laughed, picturing Aenys and Aelora with their tiny fingers tangled in Aegon's hair, their faces alight with concentration. "And the boys?"

He rolled his eyes, though his smile betrayed him. "The boys were serenading me with the longest, most off-key ballad I've ever heard. Apparently, they're aspiring bards now."

"I'm losing my sanity," I admitted, letting my head rest against his chest. His arms closed around me, strong and comforting, and for a moment, it felt like the world had paused just for us.

"Shall I remind you," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "that after the boys were born, you were the one who insisted we have more children as soon as possible?"

"You could've talked some sense into me," I countered, feigning indignation. 

My hand found its way to his chest, delivering a playful slap. He caught it with a grin, bringing it to his lips and pressing soft kisses to my knuckles.

"Who am I to deny my beautiful wife anything?" he murmured, his words brushing against my skin. He intertwined our fingers, his gaze unwavering. "Especially when it means countless nights together."

"You are an opportunist," I whispered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as he leaned in. 

His lips found their way to my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, sinking into the warmth of his embrace.

"That I am," he replied softly, his mouth hovering just over mine. "But you love me for it."

Before I could respond, his lips claimed mine, capturing me with a tenderness that quickly turned to urgency. The kiss deepened, igniting a passion that stole the breath from my lungs and made the world fall away.

My arms slid around his neck, drawing him closer as we surrendered to the moment, letting ourselves be swept away in the solace of each other's touch—if only for a fleeting heartbeat.

A high-pitched squeal shattered the quiet, pulling us apart. We broke away, gasping, our cheeks flushed and our eyes wide.

Turning, we were met by the sight of our small army of children standing mere paces away. Their faces were a delightful array of amusement and faux dismay. Maelor was the first to find his voice.

"Gross!" he declared, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes betrayed his playful teasing.

"Again! Again!" Aelora exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. Her sister quickly joined in, their laughter mingling and echoing through the hallway like the sweetest of melodies.

Aegon and I exchanged glances—equal parts exasperation and joy—before laughter overtook us, spilling out with a warmth that filled every corner of the hall.

"What have you all been up to?" I asked, crouching down to smooth Maegon's unruly hair, though my voice held a note of playful suspicion.

"Maegon and Maelor are saving us from the monster!" Aenys declared, bouncing excitedly on her small feet.

"Oh?" Aegon joined me, dropping to a knee as Aelora threw her arms around his neck. "And who, is this monster?"

"Uncle Aemond!" Maelor proclaimed, and I felt my eyes widen. I stifled a gasp, glancing between the children and Aegon, who had already dissolved into laughter.

"That's not very nice," I scolded gently, my tone affectionate but firm. "Uncle Aemond is older than you. We show respect to our elders," I added, giving Aegon a light push as he struggled to contain his mirth.

"But Mama, he never smiles!" Maegon pouted, crossing his arms in defiance.

"He smiles at us," Aelora interjected, nudging Aenys. The girls exchanged a conspiratorial glance before sticking their tongues out at the boys.

"Perhaps that's because you two don't drive him quite as mad as your brothers do," Aegon teased, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Maegon and Maelor, who exchanged a sheepish glance before breaking into giggles of their own.

The children's giggles hadn't yet subsided when a shadow moved at the edge of the hallway. 

I saw their eyes widen in unison, and their antics suddenly paused. Aemond had appeared, his expression stoic as he approached. The children exchanged quick glances—a silent message passing between them.

Without warning, a chorus of squeals erupted.

"Run!" Maegon shouted, eyes wide with mock terror, and in an instant, the small army scattered like leaves in the wind. 

Maelor grabbed Aenys's hand, tugging her along as they darted around the corner. Aelora clung to her brother's arm before letting go and spinning away with laughter that rang out like bells.

I stifled a laugh of my own, standing up as Aegon mirrored me. 

We turned to see Aemond, who had come to a halt with one brow raised, his gaze following the children as they disappeared from sight. 

He shook his head slightly, a hint of something—was it amusement?—dancing in his single eye.

"For the peace of the city," he began dryly, his tone carrying all the weight of a man who had seen more chaos than he cared for, "I beg you two to stop having children."

I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to burst into laughter. Aegon, however, wasn't nearly as reserved. He snorted, folding his arms across his chest with a wide grin.

"You're just jealous, brother," Aegon teased, his voice dripping with mockery and affection. "All that stoic brooding of yours can't hide it forever."

Aemond rolled his eye with exaggerated weariness, but the faintest twitch of his lips betrayed him. 

"Jealous? Hardly," he retorted, his tone as sharp as ever, but beneath it, there was a trace of warmth—a fleeting softness only those who knew him well could detect.

"Of course," Aegon said, leaning in as if sharing a great secret. "Just keep telling yourself that."

With a sigh that was almost theatrical, Aemond turned on his heel, his long stride carrying him away. 

"Do try to keep them in line, or the city may not survive their next game," he called over his shoulder, his voice fading as he disappeared around a corner.

The hallway was suddenly quiet, save for the distant echoes of children's laughter. I felt Aegon's arm slide around my waist, drawing me close. 

"He does love them," I said softly, my smile lingering as I thought of Aemond's rare but genuine moments of affection.

"In his own begrudging way," Aegon agreed, pressing a light kiss to my temple. 

We stood there together, savouring the calm after the chaos. The warmth of the moment wrapped around us like a cherished memory in the making, one more to add to our ever-growing collection.

"So, what do you say?" Aegon murmured, turning me gently to face him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer. "Shall we give them another sibling?" 

His lips began a slow, deliberate path across my cheek, his breath warm against my skin.

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and free. "With our luck, we'll end up with another set of twins," I replied, cupping his face in my hands and giving him a playful squeeze. 

He pouted, and I felt a rush of affection, the kind that made even the wildest dreams seem possible. "Then there will truly be no saving us—or the city."

His lips curled into a roguish grin. 

"Imagine it," he whispered, his voice soft and reverent as he continued to trail kisses along the curve of my neck. His fingers danced up and down my sides, igniting sparks wherever they touched. "A little babe, with tiny fingers and a pout that rivals yours. Your beauty, my charm. Utter perfection."

I burst into laughter, breaking the spell as I pressed my palms against his chest, gently pushing him back. 

Crossing my arms, I fixed him with a mock-serious glare. "Aegon Targaryen, stop this nonsense at once."

He groaned dramatically, his eyes rolling skyward before settling back on me, the glimmer in them undimmed. 

"Fine, no new sibling," he mumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched in betrayal of his surrender.

Triumph flared in my chest, and I reached up, threading my fingers through his silken hair. 

I tugged him closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, "No one said we couldn't practice, though." I bit down gently on his earlobe, pulling away with a feigned innocence that I knew would drive him mad.

His breath caught, and he let out a low, theatrical groan. 

"You are insatiable," he accused, though his voice was tinged with laughter and something deeper. 

His hand found mine, and before I could respond, he was tugging me along, our steps quickening down the corridor.

We ran side by side, the sound of our laughter echoing off the stone walls. There was something magical about these moments, where the world outside seemed so far away, and nothing existed except us, the stolen seconds between responsibility and chaos. 

Our fingers were intertwined so tightly I couldn't imagine letting go, not now, not ever.

We reached our chambers, and I could already feel the heat of the moment building between us once more. 

Aegon paused at the threshold, glancing at me with a smile so full of promise that I felt my heart quicken. 

"Are you sure it's just practice?" he teased, his voice low and filled with unspoken possibilities.

I bit my lip, looking up at him with a playful gleam in my eyes. "Convince me," I whispered, my fingers trailing up his chest, "and I might just consider it."

He grinned, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger. 

"Don't get me wrong," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, "I love practising with you. It's my favourite pastime." His breath was warm against my skin, and his voice was thick with desire.

I laughed, the sound light and full of mischief. "Is that so? Well, maybe I'll let you practice a little more, then."

His eyes gleamed with unmasked delight as he stepped toward me, closing the distance with a sense of purpose that sent a flutter through my chest. 

His hands cupped my face, tender yet possessive, as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. 

The warmth between us grew, a fire that neither of us could ignore.

Without another word, he swept me inside. The door clicked shut behind us, leaving the rest of the world behind.

A/n - Another set of twins was indeed conceived that night all thanks to Uncle Aemond who begrudgingly kept the kids occupied by letting them turn him into a princess 🤭

[postersofleon]

A Good Dog's Reward

Leon S. Kennedy has been pinning over Ada Wong since he first saw her. Was it pathetic of him wanting to love a mercenary who will use him over and over again? Maybe, but that wasn't important right now. Ada promised him a romantic night in a lonely town. All Leon had to do was go after her. Finally, after thirteen years, Leon was going to fill her touch without the gun against his head. As he took a sip of his flask of whiskey, he eyed the door now. Waiting for the knock of Ada Wong.

content: smut and fluff (?)

notes: i have been busy working and being depressed so sorry about that. anyways, she/her pronouns for afab; i thought about this for a while, and ada would probably do this. imagined as og leon's plot in re4, sexually frustrated leon. basically, the reader is a replacement of ada, but leon ends up liking the two women for two different reasons, leon kind of sucks but not like horrible. is it good? i haven't written long stuff for months. not proof read

He was a trained soldier, and he was wasting his skills as a stupid lovesick man. Leon's eyes stared at the wall, counting the stupid flies that buzzed around in this ill ventilation room. The air conditioner wasn't even the ones with a solid base. It was one of those weak small ones. It was already broken and Leon tried fixing it with by cleaning the filter.

Nothing.

Typical of Ada.

Every second of his life, Leon was getting proven right that Ada was a complicated person to love. He was the stupid moron who decided to believe her words over and over, and he was spending his vacation in this stupid town.

God, Ada. Leon thought bitterly. It's 2011 now. You can't just leave me here with my dick in my hand.

Leon has been emotionally unavailable for every single woman in his life because of Ada. Ada couldn't give him a proper chance, and he didn't even care that he lost his chances with Claire, Angela, Ashley, and Hunnigan. He had to hope Ada wouldn't be cruel again, so his ear was focused on the door. Every couple of minutes, a married man would bring his mistress into the room beside Leon's. They had sex for thirty minutes, and they were out. Leon had heard eight couples having sex. Eight. He heard the cleaning lady's limp walk on her good leg, slightly dragging her hurt leg into the broken porcelain tiles. The cart was shaking all the items.

He trained with Krauser.

For this?

He heard a woman's high heel walk around, Leon sighed boredly. "Another mistress. Maybe around late twenties for an old guy." He lifted his hand up, his index finger moved with every click of the heel. But the heels stopped moving. Leon stayed quiet, his finger slowly pointed at his door. The knock.

Leon exhaled softly, "It's not Ada." He mumbled softly, he stood up and opened the door. A young woman was in front of Leon's door, she wore a green turtle neck with blue jeans. Leon won't lie that this woman was a beauty. "Hey?" Leon leaned back into the door frame, "I think you messed up doors?" He smiled, he tried to make himself look nice and cool. Yeah, he was lucky he was pretty because his awkward self would still be a virgin. Her eyes didn't seem to sway the insecurity Leon prayed she would feel.

He cleared the lump forming in his throat as she approached him. "I was told to come. A woman named A. Wong asked to take the man into a romantic date and to take his virginity?" Her voice was cool, it didn't have a sense of softness, but she definitely sounded confused to say the last part.

To take the virginity. Leon scoffed. Is that how Ada saw Leon? A stupid guy begging for any woman to fuck him.

"This has to be a joke, right?" He crossed his arms against his chest, "She didn't hire me an escort, right?" His right hand landed on his hair, pulling it gently as he thought about his life. All of these steps on protecting Ada led to this. Ada rented an escort for Leon's frustration sexual thoughts. "Listen, you are beautiful," Leon quickly said, his eyes tracing every detail of her body, "But I can't- I feel humiliated." Leon looked up at her face. Still praying it was a joke.

With the lack of care of the woman's face, Leon's face dropped, "What?" This felt like a new low of Leon Kennedy's life, "You have to feel for me or something, right? Bad that my apparent 'girlfriend' doesn't even want to see me." Leon felt pathetic as now he begged for pity. Before she could respond, Leon covered his face, "You are just going to say what I want so... I'm begging to nobody."

His foot tapped. All he could hear was the low humming of the AC along with it. Gently, he felt her hands rubbing his shoulder, easing him into looking at her. His body didn't deny her merciful caress, his body slowly flopped to see her.

"You aren't begging to nobody." Her caress led to his neck and face. Her eyes had a different type of sparkle than Ada's, yet his dumb heart fluttered the same way. They seemed like the same woman- or maybe that what Ada was. A persona. "I'm here." Her hand caressed his cheek as her body slowly pressed against his.

Leon felt like a useless asshole. "Did Ada give you lines of words to say?" He whined. Fuck, he was getting more embarrassing as he whined his way around two women now. He grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her palm, his wet lips made a small part of her body shine. He was easy. Maybe if the women in his life really tried, he would be on his knees begging for their love.

The excort smelled different than Ada, and it felt different from Ada. Leon kissed her forearm.

Pathetic.

"No," She whispered softly. She slowly pulled her hand away from Leon's, "I have my own my mind and thoughts." Her hand now landed on his stomach, slowly indicating him to go back. Leon walked backward, his eyes never leaving hers, "Yeah, I know." He tried to defend himself because every thought of Ada was that she over planned her things. She would not just just let this woman speak words that belonged to her mouth.

"So," She looked at him, a small smile appeared, "Trust me." Leon stopped when he felt the bed behind him. He sat on the bed, he wanted to trust her so badly because his cock was twitching itself alive. "I trust you." He mumbled, his hands anxiously rubbing his thighs. His eyes wouldn't want to leave her. Slowly, her body sat on top of his thighs, Leon, without thinking twice, grabbed her thighs and pressed her center against his bulge.

He could feel her pussy lips gently rubbing against him. "Fuck, I really trust you." He mumbled, his hands squeezed her thighs. His eyes were completely dilated, his hands rolled her hips against his limp. "F-fuck..." He felt that her hip rolls weren't just him. She was helping herself. He needed to help her but he couldn't focus with her heat. "There you go..." She rubbed her pussy on his bulge.

The heat of her body made Leon growl with the need, his fingertips could over feel the details of her body. It's as if the world granted him the wish to connect with someone for at least a second. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the stupid jeans of hers felt thick to the touch now. His thumb gently rubbed her covered slit, pushing his thumb into it, and it seemed time went even slower when his eyes slowly looked up.

Her mouth was very slightly opened, exhaling in a feeble manner and his cock fully woke up. Slowly and steady, growing hard against his jeans. "Oh, fuck..."

There he went, slowly placing her below him, underneath the old queen bed that he repeatedly checked if it had bedbugs or actual listening bugs. Leon looked at her. The details of her eyes, the small cracks of her lips- She was human. A fucking real person after so long. Leon had seen the worst of humanity over and over, and the life he thought would make him feel better turned him bitter.

Leon's knees carefully pushed her thighs open, his hand holding the softness, and squeezed it. Her warmth through the jeans. He hadn't touched a woman like this for so long, and that was saying a lot. Who wouldn't want to be with him? His thumb gently pressed the core, and once he heard her breath gasp, he felt his cheeks burn up. His eyes looked up, trying to find a sense of peace that he was doing something right.

His breath was stuck in his lungs. For a second, she had the most beautiful doe eyes, her lips were parted with her breath become more frustrated. Shaking with that stupid need people sometimes crave. Leon understood his role. He understood her role.

Slowly, his finger slid down her covered slit, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. His other hand went towards the button of the jeans and popped it open. His thumb gently pushed the jean down, his eyes saw the warm body bellow him twitch. Her hips moved ever so slightly up. Leon chewed on his lower lip. He needed to calm down, he didn't want to cum way too early by only looking at her body. His thumbs traveled to the hips and slowly pushed down the jeans. Panties and all.

Now what? His cock ached to be inside of her. Begging to fuck her, but he wanted to eat her out as well. "Tell me what to do." Leon looked into her eyes. He was a stupid dog, begging for order to do something. He had his leash, tugging him back, holding him in a fake sense of dominance. He was a whining mess. "Please." His fingers squeezed the tender skin of the woman, his harden hands was getting lost in the softness he hasn't felt for the longest time.

His fingers slowly... Leon was so scared to even touch her pussy lips. Leon's finger traced the shape of her pussy, he leaned closer to her body. His knees were still forcing her legs open as his fingers toyed around the lips. He couldn't even touch the flesh yet. He looked into her eyes.

Her eyes still held that shit that he loved. The vulnerability he craved from Ada, Ada's usually cold eyes and the cold metal of the gun muzzle pressed against his head. But now, a woman looked at him without that. All of her was warm. Leon pressed his needy bulge into her core, rubbing himself like a desperate puppy.

She let out small groans, his hips rolled into her, and his hands lifted up her thighs. Squeezing her butt and lifting her legs higher.

The throbbing dick rubbed and rubbed against her clit. She pressed her head back into the pillows, "F-fuck..." Her hands landed above her head, her heavy breathing made his groans grow. Her body was trembling. Leon pulled away and looked one last time at the view down. His hand palmed her tit one last time until his fingers played with the belt.

"I, I know," Leon couldn't speak a lot, his cock was too hard for him to think straight, "I know..." He took off his belt and jeans. His hand pulled out his cock and balls, his hand slowly went up until his thumb squeezed gently his tip and oozed it out. His pre-cum was killing him, he really wanted to fuck her raw, but he stopped himself. His hips movements were empty, his eyes couldn't look away from her pussy. "I brought a condom." He whispered, his hand let go of his cock, "I..." Leon went to his bag, he kicked off his jeans and took off his shirt.

The paranoia was killing him of the idea sometime seeing him so fucking fragile. Leon turned a second towards her. She took off her turtleneck and he felt his ass clench. Making his dick bounce. Leon took notice of the details of her back, trying to see and find her old scars, moles or anything so he can try to kiss it.

A loser.

His mind was calling him a loser over and over, but his fingers met her bra strap and slowly took it off. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction and he hugged from the back, his cock on her ass as he pushed her gently into her hands and knees. Leon's stubble rubbed against her neck, filling himself with affection with her small giggle. "You like that?" He grinned.

She nodded her head, "Yeah."

He chuckled softly. His hand pushed down his cock towards her cunt, "The condom?" She asked with another giggle. "Right." Leon kissed her shoulder and got the forgotten condom. "I got it. I got it." Leon went back to the bed and ripped up the wrapping. This wasn't the usual side of him. Back in the academy, he was smooth and easy to flirt, but now he was bubbling soda, ready to explode if something shook him up.

He put on the condom and leaned back into her back. "Don't judge me, okay?" He smiled, leading his cock slowly inside of her. She landed her head on the pillows, a happy hum escaped her lips. Leon groaned. He didn't want to go on fucking her like an inexperienced animal. He felt the stretch, how he was shaping her velvet walls for his need. He didn't push it immediately, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck..." He growled weakly, "Oh, fuck..." Her pussy was so wet, so good, so fucking perfect.

Slowly...

Leon's heart was stuck in his throat.

Slowly...

She whined. Oh, what a whimper. Leon's hand the end of her spine, rubbing her hipbone for a second until...

Leon leaned forward and shoved his cock completely inside of her. "Wait, baby..." He shuffled her hips gently, barely even moving each other. His hand lifted her a bit, "I don't want to break you too much..." He kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her tummy. Leon kissed her cheek, "I got you..." His voice wasn't above a whisper. Every detail of her body was trembling, he groaned- his eyes rolled back with gentle love taps. It was the slowest, shallow thrusts he had ever done, but he didn't care. His arms tighten around her, "Fuck..." She gasped.

Leon's heart was beating so fast, so harshly that he nearly lost himself. His butt clenched, he needed to fuck her; what else would he have besides this? Her cunt clenched around his aching cock, trying to milk everything he could give her.

God.

God.

God...

Leon's hips went faster, the lewd sound of her wetness came and ruined the bed. The header of the bed began to gently creak back and worth. His hands grabbed her breasts, his fingers were gentle, and they always had to be careful to not pull on the trigger. His thumbs found her nipples and gently tugged them.

The idiot grunted when she moaned. His hands palmed more of her tender flesh, "Fuck, fuck.." Her wall were so fucking... Leon cried out, his hips movements were slowly and slowly increasing.

He couldn't lose this feeling. He can't lose how her pussy clenched around him. Leon grabbed her hips, thrusting and with every small moment of pause, his cock pulsed. "Please..." She shivered. Leon nodded his head once, his hands from her breasts landed slide down and down until he met her pussy lips.

Without a thought, he felt he was trained for this. How long has it been since he rubbed a clit?

He was a really pathetic guy, but her pussy felt too good. Leon pushed his heavy weight on top of hers, "Sorry..." He grumbled into her ear. His poor cheeks were blushing, "It-It's fine." She exhaled weakly. Leon kissed her shoulder, he was completely pressing his heavy body. "You are so heavy." She mumbled softly with another feeble laugh. His cock twitched, throbbed happily inside of her cunt. He had forgotten how much he loved to have sex, it wasn't just a quick fuck. It was the conversations.

He pulled away from her, and she let out a deep inhale. The pair glanced at each other, Leon cupped her face gently, and another kiss was shared. His tongue slipped into her mouth and moaned pathetically against her mouth. His fingers pressed against her skin, Leon felt her own tongue enter his mouth and his cock was leaking more into the condom. Leon tilted his head away and it didn't bother her. The woman kissed his neck, biting it ever so lightly and god, he fucking loved it. He chewed on his lip and groaned happily. Leon rolled his eyes back into his skull.

"Mm," Leon's hand was trying to hold her hip, pulling her close to his body, "T-that's it." Her hand landed on his happy trail and rubbed his stomach. Leon groaned contentedly. He laid on the bed and invited her silently into his lap. Perhaps he looked too pathetic. He didn't have the cute baby face he once had. He was old, and nobody wanted that in their life. He was the stupid age of thirty-four. He didn't have time to be his age when he was forced to work for the government. He couldn't drink his first legal beer without friends he used to have and all the friends he could've made in the force. He could've met the Redfields in a better situation; he could've even been a normal guy without fearing his own bullet would enter his mouth and leave his skull.

Her body straddled his hips. His tired hands rested on her hips. It came so naturally. His blue eyes slowly trailed up. His cock on his stomach, twitching and the poor condom was full of of pre-cum. Her pussy. Her stomach breathing in and out. Fuck, he couldn't feel her heart, but based of her reaction he knew was causing this. His hand went up, his thumb caressed her under boob and went directly to rub her nipple. His other hand encouraged her body to move up, he needed to be inside again because the first time wasn't enough.

Thankfully, she did as she was told. His hand gripped his cock and aimed for her hole. "C'mon, princess, don't make me beg." He let go of her breast and went back to her hip. He knew he had that stupid hazy look in his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit, she lowered her hips down onto his tip. Both of his hands grabbed her hips. His nose crinkled, "Oh, fuck." His hands grabbed her ass and pushed himself deeper into her heat. His eyes looked at her breasts, her nipples perked up when he had shoved his cock in completely.

Leon nodded his head mindlessly, "Yeah, fuck." His hand cupped her breasts again, his thumb teased the pretty perked up nipple. His eyes were half open like hers were. She was moaning weakly again. Leon slapped her tit and he felt his body burn with more and more lust. His own hips unconsciously against her. Her groans turned into whines, "Leon..." She tilted her head back. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipples, "Fuck." Leon pumped his cock faster and faster, her walls squeezed against his cock and he tilted his head back into the bed.

His hand traveled down her stomach and found her clit. The cute little thing was throbbing for him. Both were breathing heavily. The crappy hotel didn't matter anymore. He wanted to fuck her forever. He choked out a moan, "Oh, God, you are so beautiful." He whined weakly. That's when he came into his rubber, his finger was rubbing and rubbing her clit. He couldn't allow her to not come, he gasped again when her cunt squeezed him again and she followed after him.

"Sorry," He cupped her face and kissed her, "Sorry for cumming a bit to early." Leon's hand shoved his dark hair back, his blue eyes met the woman's eyes again. She smiled weakly, "I-It's fine." She could feel her throat dry up and Leon couldn't stand it anymore. He cuddled against her, his eyes completely wide from the feeling of touching someone after so long. He can't let go.

It was the first peaceful night he felt. He controlled his breathing for a second, "I forgot to ask..." He took off his condom from his body. The bed squeaked. When she looked at him, oh, fuck. His post cum clarity didn't help at well when he saw her. She was so beautiful. Leon knew his cheeks turned red because, God, it burned. His cheeks burned. Leon was lost in a certain moment he couldn't explain. Her arm rested above his lean body, the coated warmth of loving a woman. Leon kept her close. He wouldn't want her to fall out of his grasp.

[ohnoitsnoma]

here’s something

[darlingdaisyfarm]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚

a/n: happy valentine’s day, my beloveds!!! i love all of you so, so much. like, so much. if i could, i’d send you all glitter-covered valentine’s cards and the biggest, warmest hugs. i hope today is kind to you, whether you’re spending it with someone, treating yourself or just chilling. you deserve all the love in the world. Bill’s and Fiddleford’s parts are coming bit later, but in the meantime, i hope you enjoy Stan and Ford. take care of yourselves, and remember: you are so, so loved 💖

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒚

the first thing Stan does on valentine’s day is complain. “ugh,” he groans as he gets out of bed, rubbing his back. “it’s valentines and i wake up feeling like i got hit by a bus.”

you raise an eyebrow when you see him coming downstairs to the kitchen. “you say that every morning, Stan”

“yeah, but today it’s worse. i swear.”

you tilt your head, thinking. “i could give you a massage?”

just one simple innocent offer and Stanley Pines, full-grown conman, ex-criminal, self-proclaimed tough guy, goes absolutely red. “uh—what? no, i don’t need—” he coughs, turning away. “not like—i mean—“

you smirk. ”so that’s a yes?”

“that's a no!” he grumbles, turning away and heading out of the room, all red and embarrassed.

later, after hours of pacing, making frustrated noises and trying to convince himself that this is a stupid holiday and why does he even care, while also trying to figure out how to ask you on a date without looking like a complete idiot. . .

Mabel is busy hanging out with Candy and Grenda, so he turns to Dipper, which is a mistake.

Dipper, who was in the middle of reading Stanford's journal, looks up at him. “so, essentially, grunkle Stan, what you need is a multi-step plan.”

Stan is horrified. “a what?”

“a plan,” Dipper continues, flipping to a fresh page. “a strategic approach. first, we gather data. then, we make a list of optimal date locations. i’m thinking greasy’s diner, because statistically—“

Stanley just groans, dragging a hand down his face and that's when he realises something. he’s overthinking this. he’s sitting here, talking to his nerd nephew, listening to plans and lists, when he’s never needed a damn plan before in his life. what the hell is he doing??

“okay, nope, nevermind. kid, i’m just gonna take ‘em to a diner.”

“wait, what?” Dipper frowns. ”but you need a PLAN!”

”the plan is the diner.”

“wait, grunkle Stan! i was getting to the part about psychological profiling!“

so that’s how Stanley Pines ends up standing in front of you, very awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “uh. you, uh. wanna go to greasy’s with me. for a date. or whatever.” the moment the words leave his mouth, he wants to die.

and now he wants to die much more because you just smiled at his words and nodded. “yeah. . . yeah, i’d love to!”

the date is going great, which means Stan wants to run. you are too beautiful. it’s pissing him off. especially when light catches your face, when you laugh, when you keep tilting your head while listening to him ramble about whatever, even though he’s pretty sure he’s not making sense.

his heart is pounding. “soo, uh, you, uh. you ever been arrested?”

in response he gets a full-on, unattractive, choke-on-your-own-spit kind of snort from you, what makes him look so proud of himself.

“okay, ice broken,” he thinks. “we’re doin’ great. yeah.”

Stanley hates himself for it but you are too beautiful and funny. and it is ruining his life. he’s sweating. literally sweating. he tries to make small talk and immediately forgets how to speak like a human being.

he’s gonna run.

he's gonna find some dumb excuse, say he left the stove on, pretend to trip and fall out the window. but what he doesn't know is that he's not the only one who's nervous, you’re both so awkward it’s ridiculous. Stan keeps tugging at his collar. you keep fidgeting with your hands, stuttering and avoiding eye contact

suddenly, even to yourself, you stand up. “non specific excuse!!” after announcing that, you flip the entire damn table over and run out of the diner.

Stan watches this happen in slow motion and, without thinking, he jumps up, pointing at you.

“now that’s my kind of person!" he yells to people at the diner as he runs after you.

you’re both running through the empty gravity falls streets, laughing so hard you can barely breathe. when he finally catches up, you both collapse against a wall, panting.

“i can’t believe you just did that, wow!” Stan wheezes.

“well, i can’t believe you chased me,” you shoot back.

you’re both just grinning at each other like idiots. Stan looks at you and damn, he’s so in love it’s stupid.

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅

there’s glitter in your hair and Ford notices this first, because there’s glitter everywhere, on the floor, on the couch, on him.

“Mabel,” he says slowly, lifting a sleeve coated in shimmering specks. “what exactly have you done?”

Mabel, who is sitting across from you, shrugs, completely unbothered. “we're making valentine’s day masterpieces, obviously.”

you grin, lifting a small, glittery pink heart with messy writing scrawled across it. “see? Mabel’s making some for her friends. im just helping her!”

oh, damn, that adorable smile of yours. . . Ford clears his throat, though his ears turning noticeably pink. “oh. well. that’s very sweet of you.”

before you can say anything, he disappears into the kitchen, leaving you and Mabel alone together.

some time pass and what started with nail polish, somehow escalated to homemade friendship bracelets with Mabel telling you about all boys she met in Gravity Falls, avoiding Gideon's name, you smile at her because that girl looks so cute cutting out ridiculous little shapes with her tongue sticking out.

“you think waddles would like a card?” Mabel asks, tapping her chin. “or do you think pigs don’t understand the concept of romance?”

“i think waddles would eat the card,” you reply, flicking a bit of glitter at her.

“you are so right!”

suddenly, you hear very familiar voice from the kitchen. “no— waddles!! no! bad pig! shoo! go away!”

Mabel screeches so loud your eardrums nearly rupture. “Ford and Waddles interaction?! i need to see this!”

you dont even have time to react as she launches herself across the room, screaming your name over and over in excitement.

“off the counter! off the counter now!”

you're a curious person, so when you finally peek in you see Ford half-bent over the kitchen table, trying desperately to shield something from Waddles, who is aggressively attempting to munch on a piece of paper.

“uncle Ford!” Mabel yells, “why are you yelling at my baby??”

Ford jerks up. “i—i. . .”

Mabel’s eyes catch sight of the now slobber-covered valentine’s day card and she gasps again, so loud you cover your ears.

“OH. MY. GOSH.” she whips back toward you, pointing dramatically. “go. go away. go to the living room and act like nothing happened!”

you want to stay here longer, trying to see what is going on there, but Mabel keeps pushing you. “do not question me, just go!”

Ford looks mortified. you, very confused, decide to listen to Mabel and back out. when you sit down on the glitter-covered floor, you still hear their voices, because Mabel just doesn't know what does “talking quiet” means.

“oh my gosh, uncle Ford!” from the kitchen comes the unmistakable sound of a chair scraping across the tile, a very panicked grunt, and what is possibly the sound of an envelope being hastily shoved under something. “i knew it! you were making a valentine’s day card!! oh my GOSH, i knew it!! i knew you had a crush on—“

“MABEL!!”

“i can’t believe this, holy llama socks, you’re actually doing something romantic!”

“shh!! keep your voice down!! what if—“

“what color was the glitter? tell me right now. was it pink? was it gold?! it was gold, wasn’t it?!”

there’s a very long pause. then, Ford mutters, “. . .it was gold.”

Mabel squeals. ”uncle Ford, you have to give it to them, please please please!”

“i can’t do that!”

“ughh, why not?!”

Ford sounds so exasperated you can picture him running both hands down his face. “because that is embarrassing! i. . . Mabel, i can't do that.”

”but you wrote them something sweet, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU??”

“Mabel, sweetie, please.”

“you are so lucky i have a strong sense of mystery, uncle Ford, i would never, ever reveal your deepest secrets. no matter how much they might want to know. even if they asked very nicely. even if they bribed me with candy. even if they looked so, so beautiful today!”

and god, Mabel acts so suspicious for hours. she side-eyes you at dinner, she hums conspicuously when Ford walks past, she does wiggly eyebrows. it’s a whole thing! but she doesn’t tell you why, and by the time the day winds down, you nearly forget. . .

until later that night, when the house is quiet, you find a folded pink valentine’s day card tucked neatly beside your pillow.

the front has a little hand-drawn equation that you don’t totally understand, but something about it makes you smile.

the inside reads, in Ford’s impeccable cursive handwriting:

“of all the possible realities, i’m grateful to exist in this one with you ♡ ”

and underneath, a little scrawled postscript “p.s. please ignore the bite mark on the corner. i had to fight for my life against a pig today.”

[bubblegumgothglados]

Can I admit something? Your ‘going back in time and kidnapping you as a baby’ story is stuck in my head. I keep thinking about Laika’s “I would have raised you better” story as well. Your and others’ writing like that hasn’t so much changed how I think, more just given me words to think about a feeling with.

Every time my girlfriend talks about her parents yelling at her, treating her like a piece of property despite being her own adult. Acting like shes a child and doesn’t know how to think for herself. It infuriates me.

It infuriates me. I want to steal her away. I want to take her away and treat her right, give her the independence and emotional safety her parents denied her. I want to see her blossom into her own beautiful person, free of the self doubt that was so deeply drilled into her head.

But I can’t tell her this. I told her that I wouldn’t hate on her parents. I can’t imagine telling her that I wish I could kidnap her as a baby. That I want to take her away at all. I can’t force her to come across the country into my care. So I bottle it up until I want to cry. I clench my teeth and I smile and tell her I’m there for her, that I’d do anything for her if she asked.

I hope this makes sense. Thank you for your writing and your kindness.

My "kidnapping you as a baby" writing is directly inspired by Lakia's "I would have raised you better", I'm glad someone read them both and had them both resonate together

I absolutely understand what you're feeling and I commiserate, I have every faith that one day you will get to rescue her and see her blossom. Have strength, be patient, love her the way she needs you to, and you'll get there together

[merakimaiden]

Mando’s Girl

Pairing : Din Djarin x fem!reader

Genre : Smut (18+)

Word count : 4078 (longest fic yet holy hell)

Summary : Catching you crying over your ex who doesn’t give a shit about you, secrets are revealed as your boss proves just how much he doesn’t deserve you.

Warnings : insecure reader, sweet but super possessive Din (lowkey some jealousy), praise, spanking, body worshipping if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), choking, rough sex, squirting, and kinky sex tape making 😎

A/N: Getting back into writing after a year, forgive me if it sucks. Missing Din, Grogu and the Razor Crest. Lowkey dubcon, lowkey self indulgent, lowkey a badly written fic, my first Din smut lmao I just need Din to fuck some sense into me Din calls you mesh’la many times cause you are :3

Translations : mesh’la (beautiful)

Hey, you there?

[Delivered 8 hours ago]

You checked the message, sighing as you did. You were sitting on a crate in the Razor Crest’s hull. You just finished doing the necessary chores around the ship. You fed the child, gave him a bath, as well as prepared a meal for your employer. You finished all that and more in the span of eight hours, and he couldn’t even be bothered to reply.

You hovered your thumbs over your datapad, carefully thinking of what to text. You quickly typed out a few messages at one go, immediately sent it then placed your datapad face down to avoid thinking about it.

You looked around the hull, fiddling with your fingers as you searched for something to do, anything to distract you. You settled on going upstairs to the cockpit to let your employer know that dinner’s ready.

As you reached the cockpit, you knocked the side of the wall, watching the shiny beskar helmet that was peeking out of the pilot seat’s headrest, the metal reflecting the azure hue of hyperspace tilt to the right before speaking.

“Mando, dinner’s ready, do you wanna have it here or downstairs?” you asked.

“Downstairs. Go tuck Grogu in for the night, then I’ll go,” he replied. You nodded before realising he couldn’t see your reply so you whispered a soft ‘okay’ before heading downstairs.

As you descended the ladder, you turned your head towards the child who was busy chewing on a toy, before approaching him and carrying him.

“Grogu, dada said it’s bedtime.” You pulled his little green hand away from his mouth and placed the toy down as Grogu whined in disagreement. Your gaze softens as you watch his tiny sad face, his big dark eyes glistening.

“I’m sorry sweetie I don’t make the rules, I promise I’ll play more with you tomorrow okay? We’ll even play hide and seek.” You kissed his forehead and tapped the control panel at the side of the bunker door, watching the door slide open before placing him in the hammock above Mando’s bed.

“Now now, go to sleep for me okay? Dream about catching frogs and watching fishies swimming for me.” You smiled at him as you gently shook the hammock side to side, slowly swinging it to lull him to sleep.

You waited there for a few more minutes, making sure Grogu shuts his eyes and drifts into slumber before turning off the bunker light and closing the door. You then grabbed your datapad and stuffed it into your back pocket as you went back to the cockpit.

“Grogu’s asleep, you can go have dinner now,” you sighed as you walked into the cockpit, standing behind the Mandalorian’s chair. He nodded once then tapped a few buttons on the console, turning the autopilot on before standing and looking at you.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a quick smile and watched as he descended the ladder, then pulled out your datapad from your back pocket and plopped down onto the passenger’s seat.

All alone in the cockpit, you shut your eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath before you switched on your datapad.

No new messages.

You scoffed and shook your head, annoyed, but also hurt. You tapped on the chat and reread your messages you sent your ex with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. You scrolled up to the last time he talked to you, and scrolled all the way down to the most recent set of messages you sent him. You did it over and over again, rereading the messages as if it will magically make new messages appear. You were the only one doing the talking, all his replies were one worded or he just doesn’t reply, causing you to double text.

He promised to stay in your life. He promised to take care of you. He promised to never abandon you.

Your mind drifts away, overthinking about what’s he’s probably doing right now. Probaby spending time and talking to his so called amazing girlfriend he cheated on you with and fucking her, telling her how much he loves her…

You jolted as you heard the Mandalorian calling your name. You quickly switched the datapad off and turned to look at him.

“Why are you crying?”

“Huh?” You blinked.

His gloved hand extended out to touch your cheek, and as he pulled his hand back, you saw liquid coating the tips of his dry leather gloves.

His helmet tilted slightly as he waited for an answer. You gulped and wiped your tears quickly with both hands before clutching onto your datapad.

“I- um, it’s nothing, just something got caught into my eyes-” you started an attempt to explain before he cut you off.

“Cut the crap. Why are you crying?”

You looked at him guiltily and tried your best to hide the datapad away from his sight as his helmet tilted away from your face, watching your movements before he reached out in a split second, grabbing the datapad from your hands.

“No don’t-”

It was too late. He switched the datapad on wordlessly and immediately saw your chats with your ex, his helmet straight as he reads it. He took in a big inhale, his chest expanding as he scrolled upwards and continued reading.

A minute of silence later, he exhales slowly and gives you the datapad back gently. Embarrassed, you quickly grabbed it and hid it under your thigh.

“Why are you still talking to him?” He bit out as he watched you hide the datapad.

“It’s complicated, okay Mando? I just-” you started.

“Enlighten me.” He folded his arms and shifted his weight onto his right side as he waited for an explanation.

You looked at him and then put your head in your hands, massaging your forehead and temples for a few seconds before pulling your hands back towards your hair and neck. You sighed and brought your hands back down, clasping it together.

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and watched as he loomed over you, waiting for an explanation. You sighed.

“It’s… complicated, okay? He- he cheated on me the entire time we were dating but I don’t want to lose him, I know I’m stupid. I’m so attached, I need to be cared for, I-

You gulped.

“I’m scared to be alone.”

“You have me and Grogu, you’re not alone.” The Mandalorian interjects.

“I know, but it’s not what I meant,” you quickly added.

“Then?”

“I’m scared to be alone. I’m scared I'll end up alone… with no one to love me,” you spoke quietly, looking down at your fingers to avoid his gaze.

He stood there wordlessly for a few seconds, taking in your words. You took a deep breath, the silence making you uncomfortable.

“That’s not true,” he finally replied calmly, causing you to turn your head to look at him.

“Yes it is, Mando.” You shook your head in frustration before standing up quickly, wanting to avoid any more confrontation. However, before you could get away from him to retreat to your quarters and cry, he grabbed your wrist.

You gasped softly at his sudden hold on your wrist, then pulled and twisted your arm as you attempted to break free.

“Let me go Mando I’m not in the mood-’’

“That’s not true and you know it. We both know it,” he spoke clearly.

Your eyebrows pulled together as you squinted, looking at him with a confused expression, not understanding what he’s trying to say.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking Mando, but it’s all false, I’ll end up alone like I always do, no one there to love me or even think about me-”

“I think about you.’’ He interjected again.

“I already told you, Mando not in that way-’’

“I think about how pretty you are, how pretty and smart.”

You rolled your eyes. What a bunch of lies. He’s just saying that to make you feel better, you thought to yourself.

Just then he pulls you in close, holding both your wrists tightly to make you listen.

“Don’t.” He continues as he places his palms at the back of your hands, pushing them to rest against the cool surface of his shiny beskar cuirass, causing your lips to part as you look down at your hands on his chest.

“I think about your lovely laugh when you play with the kid, I think about your caring nature, how you look out for us, I think about your gorgeous body, the way your hips sway when you walk.”

You chuckled awkwardly and looked away, his fake words annoyingly making you breathless.

“Mando-”

“I think about the way you moan softly in the shower as you pleasure yourself, pleasure yourself to the thought of me when you think I can’t hear you say my name.”

Oh.

“T-that’s not true, you couldn't possibly hear me.”

“Oh, but I can mesh’la, my helmet enhances sounds.”

Fuck.

You exhaled shakily, looking everywhere else except the dark visor of his helmet. Just then, he holds your chin gently, tilting your face upwards to make you look at him.

“Do you like me mesh’la?”

“W-well yeah, you’re funny-”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You gulped, your throat feeling dry out of sudden as you struggle to speak.

“Do you like me, mesh’la?” Mando pressed again.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Looking into the intimidating, dark ‘T’ of his visor, you nodded in reply slowly.

“That’s what I thought.” He tapped your chin with the back of his finger, pleased with your answer.

He continues, “So what I don’t understand is, why are you still talking to that piece of shit when I’m right here?”

You pulled away and shook your head.

“I don’t blame him. I”m so needy all the time-”

“So what if you’re needy?”

“-and the distance, he’s far.”

“So what? I would cross galaxies just to be with you. It’s not a fucking excuse to be unfaithful.”

His hands move towards your wrists again, holding them tightly. You can tell he was getting pissed off by the second, so you stayed silent.

“He is nothing but a fucking dickhead. He doesn't deserve you and you know it. Tell me you know it.”

Silence.

He moves one gloved hand towards your neck slowly, resting his pointer finger and thumb under your jaw, squeezing gently.

“Tell me you fucking know it.”

You nod quickly, gulping against his hand before you yelp as he grabs your neck with slight pressure and pulls you forward towards him, your hands scrambling to take his hand off his hold on your neck before he bends you forward over the cockpit console. He releases your neck, then places his hand on your back to keep you down.

Before you can protest, you gasp loudly as he yanks your pants down in one swift motion, leaving you in your panties. Just then, you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek.

You yelp and moan softly as the pain on your skin is soothed immediately after with his gloved hand.

“Tell me mesh’la, what do you know?”

You stayed silent, head feeling giddy in pleasure and pain.

He spanks you again a few times in a row, each spank getting harder, causing your skin to tickle in pain. You rubbed your thighs together.

“I want an answer. What is it that you know?”

You whimper loudly as you shut your eyes, trying to think of your conversation with him right before he took control. You open your eyes when you remember.

“I- I know that he doesn't deserve me, Mando.”

“There we go.”

The Mandalorian hums in pleasure as he rubs his gloved palm against your sore skin, rubbing it slowly and gently, soothing the sensitive and swollen area before he pulls away for a quick second. As he returns, you gasp and moan softly as his now bare, warm hands push up your shirt, pushing it upwards to remove it from your body completely. Following the action, your nipples harden and goosebumps form all over your body as the cool air of the ship hits your warm skin. You blushed, realising you were left in just your panties, while he was still covered in his armour from head to toe.

You stiffen as you hear the sound of air hissing, then the sound of metal being placed on the console beside you. You turned to look, but was quickly stopped by Mando as he held the back of your neck.

“Don’t look,” he spoke gently, his unmodulated voice catching you off guard, causing you to jolt slightly as you felt his warm breath fan against your neck, right under your ear. His voice sounded so warm, clear and husky without the helmet in the way, making you moan softly to yourself as you heard it. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t as you felt his lips brush against your skin, placing light kisses all over your neck, slowly moving lower and lower down the back of your body.

You shut your eyes as he continued placing kisses all over your back. He then kneeled onto the floor with a clang, the sound of his beskar armour scraping against the metal floor of the ship as he kissed down your hips and all over the globes of your clothed ass.

“So pretty, so warm, so soft.” He squeezed your ass with both hands and caresses it, causing you to gasp and moan softly before he continues,

“Doesn’t deserve to touch you or even look at you.”

He then hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling it down your ass and legs slowly until they reach your ankles.

“Wonder if you taste as good as you look,” he whispered lowly, just enough for you to catch his words.

His thumbs moved closer to the cleft of your ass, pulling the skin away to spread your folds from the back before he licked a slow strip from your clit to your opening without warning. You moan his name out loud, biting your lip as you rest your head against the console, mindful of the buttons and controls.

He repeats the motion, licking from your clit to opening, bottom to top over and over again for a few times before pulling away with a suck on your clit, causing you to jolt. He immediately goes back in, circling his tongue around your clit, causing your legs to tremble before he pushes his tongue against your opening slightly, twirling his tongue around as you moan and whine in pleasure.

You arch your back involuntarily, the motion pushing your pussy backwards into his face as you shut your eyes, moaning loudly while he places both hands on your ass to grab it tightly as he continues eating you out.

He moans, muffled against your pussy, sending vibrations to your sensitive area before pulling away with a loud, lewd slurp after a while. He spanks your ass one last time as he gets back onto his feet, then rubs his big warm hands all over the span of your back.

“So tasty, so sweet, so perfect.” He squeezes your ass, causing you to gasp and moan. He continues, “What a perfect pretty thing, I want to make you all mine. All mine.”

You whimper and move to rest your top half on your forearms, nodding eagerly in reply as one of his hands moves towards your jaw, before he shoves two of his thick fingers into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his digits, obediently licking and sucking on them as he moans.

His other hand moves to free his erect dick from the confines of his pants, leaving the rest of his body covered.

You suddenly feel the fat, blunt tip of his dick rub against your folds, coating himself with your wet pussy as he moves it front and back against you. You feel the size of his length sliding in between your folds, causing you to whine impatiently.

“Tell me you’re mine, mesh’la. Tell me you’re my girl and I’ll give you everything.”

You nod eagerly. “Please Mando, I’m yours, no one else’s, I’m your girl please-”

You gasp out loud, unable to finish your pleading as his tip pushes into your opening, stretching you out as you moan. He leaves the tip in for a bit before pulling out, then pushes himself all the way in fully.

He hisses as you moan loudly, your head dropping onto the console rather harshly. His hand moves from your mouth towards your head to soothe the sore spot quickly, before he drags his hands down your bare back slowly, then settles on holding your hips firmly.

“So beautiful, so perfect, so wet, f-feel so good,” Mando stuttered out as your pussy fluttered around him at his praise.

He slowly pulls out until the tip is left in, then pushes back in, repeating the motion at a slow and steady pace.

“Oh, Mando, feels so full, so f- ull,” you moaned, his girthy dick sliding in and out of you, giving you so much pleasure.

He moans and growls quietly as he grips your hips tighter and kicks your legs apart further, before picking up the pace, moving his hips back and forth against your ass faster and harder.

You shut your eyes and grab onto the front of the console as your mouth parts in a silent scream, your breath stuck in your throat. Nothing but the lewd plapping sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the cockpit. You finally catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling before moaning out loud and brokenly.

The Mandalorian moans with you as he continues pistoning his dick in and out of you, fucking you deep and fast. He grabs your hips tightly, before extending one hand out to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you backwards to rest your warm back flush against his cold armour. You hiss at the sudden cold contact, but forget about it quickly as his other hand moves to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

He leans in and rests his stubbled chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear before dragging his teeth against your earlobe lightly.

“All mine to love, all mine to worship,” he grunts before continuing, “to fuck.”

You mewl in pleasure, your legs trembling at the added stimulation. You shut your eyes as your lips part in a gasp, feeling his big length sliding in and out of you over and over again as his thick digits tease your fluttering pussy. Your hand moves behind you and flaps around before finding purchase on the Mandalorian’s soft mop of hair on his head and tugging on it tightly, earning a growl from the man.

Just as you were enjoying it, Mando pulled away completely, removing his hands and dick from you, causing your hand that was tugging on his soft hair to drop loosely on your side. He reaches out to pick his helmet off the console and puts it back on. He leans away from you to leave.

Your eyes open as your face drops. You were about to say something before he leans back forward and grabs a fistful of your hair again, then immediately shoves himself back inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned his name out brokenly. His pace changed as he growled, fucking you with even more effort, even harder and faster now.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to make eye contact with your datapad’s camera with the flash on.

“Look mesh’la, tell that jerk how good I’m making you feel.” His modulated voice returns.

You moan and bite your lip at the sight of the filthy action by the Mandalorian, going cross-eyed when he suddenly drives into the deepest part of your body and stays still.

“S-so good. So good. So deep- fuck.” You moan as you go crossed eyed again, involuntarily throwing your head back against his helmet with a dull ‘thump’ as the Mandalorian keeps grinding his length deep inside of you.

His hand releases the tight grip on your hair and moves it towards your neck, holding you firmly and pulling you backwards so your face is visible to the camera, arching your back in the process. Your ass extends out even more at the action, prompting him to start slamming inside of you over and over again, slow and hard. Your ass and tits jiggle with each contact of his hips as your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyebrows pulling together.

“Tell him, tell him mesh’la, who does this pussy belong to?” He urges, hiis helmet tilting to the side, resting on your shoulder as he continues, “Who do you belong to? Who gets to worship you and make you feel good?”

You moan brokenly, whimpering as you try your best to reply.

“Y- ou Man- do, you do, f-fuck.”

Your reply was interrupted with every slam of his hips against your ass. Mando chuckled darkly, his hand moving away from your neck to squeeze your tits and slap them.

“Yeah? Who’s girl are you, hm? Tell him.”

He drives himself deeper into you, making you moan brokenly as you feel his blunt tip brushing against something spongy deep inside of you, the action prompting you to feel a tightness forming deep in your belly.

“I’m- I’m Mando’s girl- no one else’s.” You whined out with an effort.

“There we go, such a sweet, sweet girl. So glad she’s all mine,” he spoke in a taunting tone, his helmet tilting sideways to admire your flushed face before tilting towards the datapad at the last few words while he fiddled with your nipples, twisting them in between his fingers as he continued grinding his hips against your ass.

He ended the recording and stopped his motions momentarily to tap a few buttons on your datapad, giving you a breather while he sends the sinful video to your ex before he chucked your datapad to the side. He then flipped you over, your back flush against the console. You yelp and whine as he held the back of your thighs and smacked his dick against your sensitive pussy a few times, giving you a chance to see his thick veiny dick, making you moan before he slides himself back in and starts fucking you fast. Your tits jiggle with every thrust while his hand moves to rest on your mound, his thumb rubbing quick tight circles on your neglected clit.

You throw your head back against the console and whine loudly at the extreme stimulation on your clit and pussy, your pussy clamping down around his pistoning length as your legs shake uncontrollably.

“C’mon my mesh’la, be a good girl and cum for me.” His modulator crackles as he breathes out in between moans, holding your thigh while he continues rubbing your clit and fucking you fast, his pace never faltering.

You feel the tightness build up in your stomach again as your pussy flutters around him. You squeal as your body convulses, before liquid suddenly squirts out of you, dampening his armour and flight suit.

Mando moans loudly as he stops rubbing your pussy and slows his movements, grabbing your tit in his hand and squeezing gently as he watches you come undone for him. You blink a few times, focusing your vision to watch him as you breathe heavily.

He tilts his helmet back and hisses, exposing his covered neck before he pulls his dick out of you quickly, then strokes it a few times over your pussy before spurting warm, creamy liquid all over the top of your mound.

You moan and lick your lips as you watch your skin get painted with his cum, the both of you breathing heavily to catch your breaths. He pumps his dick against your pussy a few more times, slowing his movements until the last drop of cum coats your skin.

You look up at him with your jaw hanging slightly as Mando leans in, resting his helmet against your forehead.

The both of you stayed silent for a while in that position, your breaths slowing down and syncing together before Mando speaks.

“Din.”

“Huh?” You breathed out, in a daze.

“My name is Din, sweet girl.”

A/N : Love possessive and jealous Din so much. Might be a multipart in the future if it gets a lot of interactions :)

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

[honeysorwell]

a ring and the (Super Bowl's) ring

pairing: Restaurant!AU Melissa Schemmenti x fem!Reader

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1 + Chapter 2

Link on AO3

Chapter 2

Tag list: @janeyseymour @italianaidiota @chloeelou02x (I tagged you all because you are all on my tag list for my other Melissa's fanfic, so since this is also a fanfic for Mel here you are!) (and if you want to be tagged too just let me know.)

Words: 2,9k

All information about the game and the ring was from Google. And thank you all very much for the kind words in the last chapter (and I truly apologize for the delay, but I was checking if the information makes sense, but then I gave up... and now I'm just praying. SERIOUSLY!

Enjoy!

“You look so beautiful waking up like a champion, hon.”, the redhead’s whispered voice, still kinda asleep, in Y/N’s ear infiltrates her senses fast enough for her skin to crawl before she is able to smile at her girlfriend.

Just like the night before, before and after the Eagles’ crushing victory in the Super Bowl, Melissa’s hands are not content with just gently embracing the food critic's skin. The chef of the Italian restaurant needs to let her fingerprints wander under the winning team’s jersey that her girlfriend borrowed from her last night.

“You’ve said that every time I’ve worn one of your Eagles jerseys since we’ve known each other.”, the food critic answers her girlfriend after looking at her own body and noticing that, in fact, she slept in last night’s shirt, but that doesn’t matter when she stretches her body just enough to place a soft kiss on Melissa's lips.

“And I mean it every single time.”, was Melissa’s laughing response to her girlfriend, as she moved even closer to hug her better and escape the morning sun that was gently filtering through the half-open curtains, painting the room and their bed with warm shades of orange and gold.

The delicate light illuminated the messy bed where those two women were intertwined, covered by a disheveled comforter, and the silence of the apartment was broken only by the soft sound of their breathing, low giggles, sweet kisses, and the distant noise of traffic outside.

But being awake suddenly made a throbbing headache appear on Y/N’s forehead, who groaned softly, putting her hand to the spot before asking her girlfriend:

“Oh my… What time is it?”, she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep and the night of excesses.

Beside her, Melissa began to move, pulling the duvet to uncover part of her body and look at the clock on the bedside table, but the numbers seemed to dance before her eyes.

“I don’t know… too early, for sure,” the redhead replied, letting her head fall back onto the pillow, but it wasn’t long before she carefully rolled over once more, leaning against Y/N' body again.

The two ladies lay there, enjoying the calm of the morning and the warmth of each other. Some nausea and some headache were there, sure, but they seemed small compared to the happiness they felt with the memories of the previous night more vivid than anything in their minds.

Because the previous night was definitely something.

It always is when the Eagles win. Especially the Super Bowl.

Ever since the food critic, Y/N Y/L/N, started dating the chef and owner of the traditional Italian restaurant Schemmenti’s Cucin, she noticed her furious love for the football team. But she really doesn’t think anything could have prepared her for how furious that love is when the Eagles actually win the Super Bowl.

And with such a crushing victory against the Chiefs.

Melissa’s Italian restaurant was buzzing with energy that night. Even though it was a Sunday, a day when the restaurant normally closed early, the redhead decided to open exceptionally to welcome close friends and some family to watch the game that all Eagles fans were eagerly awaiting. The tables had been rearranged to accommodate a large projection screen, and the aroma of lasagna, bruschettas and tiramisu filled the air.

Melissa, wearing her tightly-fitted Eagles jersey and a particularly cute team hat, nervously circulated among the guests, handing out cannoli and making sure everyone was well-fed even after dinner, before the game started, slightly unaware of the adoring gaze that was following her.

Y/N was sitting in a cozy corner with Seamus, Barbara, and her husband, Gerald, watching the anxious chef from a distance. The black woman would hardly participate in an event like that, but thanks to her husband's love for football and her decades-long friendship with the most nervous redhead in the place, the successful painter simply accepted her fate that night. And, with a small watercolor and some disposable napkins, she made quick sketches of the vibrant scene around her.

“You never know when the Eagles are going to win,” was how she justified herself to Y/N and her husband, when they both came to keep her company after dinner, “And I just know Melissa would appreciate it.”

Gerald was just trying to explain the rules of American football to Seamus, who seemed more interested in watching his friend's wife capture the atmosphere of the cheerfulrestaurant than in the game itself.

Kristin Marie, on the other hand, was nowhere near visible, leaving only a patch of her blonde hair perceptible at the restaurant door as she basically inhaled cigarette after cigarette out of nervousness for the Schemmenti's favorite team.

Toni, on the other hand, was more than happy to take care of all the children in the place, at least for now. She was happy and smiling as she handed out one cannoli after another to all the little ones, trying her best not to get the Eagles jersey she borrowed from Kristen Marie dirty. (Theoretically, Don, the blonde's husband, was the one who lent her one of his wife's shirts with the big eagle printed on it without telling her, but no one but the two of them needed to know that.)

When for the first time in Super Bowl history, the Chiefs went to the locker room without scoring, Y/N really began to understand what she had gotten herself into.

There was so much beer. So much wine. So much Grappa.

But maybe this was a great distraction for Y/N's plan.

It wasn't anything too elaborate, but it was certainly special to her.

The following week would be Valentine's Day, and the food critic knew that it was absolutely impossible to take her girlfriend out to dinner on a night that was one of the busiest of the year for restaurants like hers. Melissa had been preparing herself and everyone who worked at Schemmenti's Cucina for over three months. Asking to ruin this for the redhead, who was so full of love for her restaurant, was just cruel.

So a plan was hatched.

Two days before Valentine's Day, after Schemmenti's Cucina closed, Y/N would show up at her beloved's restaurant with a bouquet of pink roses, the redhead's favorite, and her gift. This would give her enough time to enjoy the gift and recover for the busy day at the restaurant two days later.

But unfortunately, Y/N didn't calculate the work she would have to do herself that day. The uncles of the owner of a new restaurant contacted her as a disguised food critic to try some of the new dishes that afternoon, and the poor woman had no idea how long she will be there, and if she would have time to go to the florist who she ordered the flowers and then to get home to pick up her girlfriend's gift.

Taking the flowers to work in advance was a stupid idea, after all, what if something happened to them? She wouldn’t even plan on driving that day.

Bringing gift to work could be a good idea. It was small, light, and wouldn’t be a distraction. But if she forgot it or lost it somewhere in the city, dealing with the redhead’s wrath would be a particularly terrible way to spend the rest of the week. That is, if Melissa didn’t decide to just end her entire two-year relationship with her.

No, she couldn’t even dream of putting that at risk.

And that’s why Y/N was here, in the back of the store, looking for a place subtle enough to hide the elaborate jewelry box, but what she didn’t take into account was that her presence would be missed by the redhead.

“What’s this?” When the redhead’s voice rang out, in the small room filled with kitchen utensils, Y/N thought she would have a heart attack.

The younger woman turned to face the door faster than lightning, holding behind her back the jewelry box that she was sure her girlfriend had seen. The confused and irritated look on her face was more than enough proof.

“It’s not important. Go watch Kendrick, I'll be there in a few minutes.”, the food critic tried to tell her girlfriend, but she knew that wouldn't be effective.

“The halftime show is ending already, hon. But I think you know that. What are you keeping in there?”, the redhead tried again, now even more curious than when she entered there.

“You're going to miss the start of the game then.”, she tried once more, but it didn't work either.

“24 to 0, hon. It's not like something disastrous like that can happen in the two minutes that you show me what's in your…”

“MELISSA? You told me you were going to tell me what was going on in the game while I was smoking and here you are and… What's going on?”, Kristin Marie's voice starts off deeply irritated as she storms into the room, but softens as she sees the distance between her sister and her respective girlfriend.

“Nothing, we’re already on our way back.”, is how Y/N answers the blonde, with a voice desperate enough for the two Schimmentis in front of her to look at her, both annoyed now.

“Mel, do you have any juices for the kids? I just need to put some sleeping pills in them so I’ll be finally free and…”, Toni’s voice is heard before she even appears, but the younger Schimmenti sister’s reaction upon finding two of her sisters there is basically the same as the older blonde’s, “Oh… What are we doing?”

“My girlfriend was trying to hide a jewelry box in my restaurant and refuses to show me what’s inside.”

And it’s exactly as these words come out of the redhead’s mouth that Seamus decides to appear, with a particularly hyperactive child on his lap, who looks for the blonde mother with attentive eyes and only rests when he gently lays his head down in Kristin Marie neck's after being passed into her arms.

“It’s kind of… your Valentine’s Day present.”

The words murmured by Y/N make it seem as if a movie was being played in the Schimmentis' minds.

A family reunion.

A piece of jewelry.

A proposal.

“Oh God help me if it’s a ring… I swear I’m going to close this restaurant.”, Melissa said, now with an accusing look in Y/N’s direction, finally demanding what was once just a request, “Give it to me.”

Y/N smiled nervously amidst the watchful eyes of three of the redhead’s family members there and, with her eyes shining with contained emotion, handed the small box to the chef. Melissa just looked curiously at the velvet box, lost in memories lived there in her restaurant before carefully opening it, just to be completely speechless by the words that stared right at her, separated by a well-known eagle.

“World Champions”

That was an identical replica of the Eagles’ 2017 Super Bowl ring, shining brighter than the redhead’s green eyes.

The three diamonds representing the three postseason victories on top of the trophy. The eagle's back was set with four small green sapphires to represent the franchise's four NFL championships—in 1948, 1949, 1960, and 2017. The inside engraving being upside down to the top logo. It was just… perfect.

By the way it sparkled, Melissa could tell the quality of the work was remarkable, and before she even put it on her finger, she looked at Y/N, with tears in her eyes.

"I know you don't want to get married again, and I completely respect that. So, no engagement rings!”, she said smiling a little, now glancing at the redhead’s siblings, who were watching everything with their mouths open and in silence, before turning her attention back to the woman she loved, “But I found a store that makes particularly charming replicas of any jewelry you could ask for and I just asked for one cuz you are the most important person in my life, and I wanted to give you something that would show how much I love you and how much I value who you are and the things you love.”, Y/N said all at once, leaving no room for shame even with the gaze of the Schemmentis on her back, “You know, like the Eagles?”

And there, exchanging a soft look with her siblings that looked a lot like a silent “I told you so” that she always tells at them, and then focusing on Y/N and how nervous the younger woman seemed waiting for a reaction from the redhead, Melissa felt tears finally escape her eyes.

With shaking hands, she placed the heavy ring on her middle finger, admiring it for a moment before pulling Y/N into a tight hug.

“I love you so much,” Melissa whispered, her voice cracking. “This is… perfect. You are so perfect.”

A Super Bowl ring, of all things.

The only possible ring that wouldn’t hurt what she had set for herself for life.

The only ring that couldn’t be considered a warning, or the sound of a ticking clock.

The one that now rested heavily on her finger was the most perfect ring she could ever receive.

And Y/N gave it to her.

The two remained in each other’s arms for a long moment, before returning to the main hall and watching the entire second half of the game. The redhead, with the Eagles ring shining on her hand, watching her favorite team play brilliantly and with Y/N’s love wrapping her in a soft embrace, could only feel that she had everything she needed.

But when the Eagles were declared champions, Melissa was just on top of the world. She kissed Y/N hard, putting her hand under the Eagles jersey she had lent to her girlfriend and scratching her back while promising her the best night of her life. The redhead also jumped and hugged Kristen Marie, who squeezed her just as hard back before pushing her away. She kissed Gerald's bald forehead, an act that made Barbara laugh like never before shocked by her friend's excitement, before asking Y/N if that on the redhead's finger was what she thought it was. Seamus was just lifting three of the eight Schemmenti children, while Don lifted four more and both men jumped with them in their arms amidst their joyful screams. Toni waited for a few minutes before raising her glass of red wine and announcing a toast, which made everyone present go after their glasses and toast the Eagles' victory like Y/N had never seen before.

With the shrill sound of several messages being received on Y/N's cell phone, the memory that was flooding the culinary critic's heart and mind was replaced by confusion.

"You didn't say you would work this morning, hon.", Melissa muttered, already feeling what was the beginning of a stronger headache thanks to the horrible noise.

"That's because I'm not…", was Y/N's response to the redhead, more confused than irritated. "Can you check who it is for me?"

Without even answering, the redhead turned towards the small bedside table and… picked up the ring she had gotten from her girlfriend the night before, which was resting gently there.

Melissa placed it on her index finger, then on her ring finger… Always smiling softly at her own hand before having her attention called by Y/N.

“Please, my love? It might be important.”

And the term of endearment was what did it for Melissa.

“Oh… It’s just Don.”, was how she answered, already with her glasses on her face, before carefully reading the rest of the message, “He wants to know about the ring because he wants to give one to my sister… He also said that you made all the Schammentis spouses particularly angry with your gift to me because no one had thought of it before. Oh… lucky me to have such a beautiful and helpful girlfriend.”

“How does everyone know about the ring?”, was the first question that escaped Y/N, before realizing that it didn’t really matter, “Should I send him the information?”, she continued, now with a smile on her face and cheeks softly flushed thanks to her girlfriend’s compliment seconds ago.

“Yeah… I'm already the first one in the whole family to have one anyway…” the redhead said simply before handing the phone to her girlfriend, taking advantage of the fact that Y/N's full attention was now on the device before pulling the comforter covering them away from both of their bodies, “Oh! You should give me the number of that jeweler too, so I'll have both rings before Kristen Marie when they announce the new design!”

“Maybe… I've already taken care of that.”, I murmured softly to the redhead before focusing on her face, only to see her eyes widen along with the most beautiful smile in the world appear on her lips, proving that the deal she made with the jeweler in case the Eagles won on Sunday was worth it, “You see, for a woman who didn't want any rings you're way too excited to have two.”

Before responding to Y/N's accusation, Melissa lifted the shirt that was on her girlfriend's body until her panties, the skin of her belly, and her breasts were exposed to her.

“It’s not just any ring, Y/N!” she said with a frown before smiling and gently placing her hand on Y/N’s belly, quickly sending shivers down her girlfriend’s skin at how cold the ring in question was, before continuing and finally pulling her in for a kiss again, “You gave me THE ring!”

[thefandomexpert]

skipping the ‘women are not a monolith’ bc that’s in another comment. all opinions herein are my own, i’m not prefacing each statement with that so if I say something you personally disagree with it’s not a problem these are just my Onions

first, this seemed very surface level. they’re missing a few big name primarchs for both columns which is baffling.

khan, gman, and vulkan are all standard, loyal, manly men ™️ who also happen to be textually ‘nice’ to mortals/are generally seen as well-adjusted individuals.

This poster has missed the fact that, as far as my corner of the internet is concerned:

1) khan has very little lore compared to his brothers. even if he’s cool he’s not Plot Relevant. there’s no character arc with him? he’s cool. that’s literally it. and i love him for being cool but there’s nothing for me to play with there

2) gman is the most basic white bread unless you like him in which case he’s a sleep-deprived ‘i didn’t ask for this’ ceo dilf scrambling for any sense of security who makes bad decisions in part because he’s sleep deprived and scrambling. i am willing to bet the latter characterization was not really considered when making this post, considering this poster doesn’t think he’s simped over (untrue)

3) vulkan, like khan, also suffers from having brothers that are more plot relevant, though he has more of a character arc (or he could if they brought him back). However, he also suffers from The Fandom Racism Problem. but we don’t need to get into that rn.

42k!Guilliman aside, there’s nothing interesting to be had there narratively, and the other two haven’t been lore relevant since the heresy, unless you want to count tts’ revival of vulkan.

guys i’m surprised are not on this list: corvus really should be up here considering his temperament, and sang?? and FULGRIM???? that says a lot about where the poster is coming from. like fulgrim is for the queers so i get missing out on him if u don’t get him but you didn’t think we’d like sang???? textually prettiest primarch????? the only reason i can think he’s skipped is because he is simped for and therefor is not a surprise

meanwhile,

1) angron is The Single Most Tragic Primarch of the lot, his inevitable clash with the imperium is very good for getting to the core of the Imperial Problem, and he’s a sympathetic and relatable character. i, too, would want to rip my dad apart if he didn’t take the painful metal contraption that made me fuckass mad out of my head even if he could, and made me leave my friends to die to boot. is clearly trying to do right but is forced to do otherwise in a way that’s far more poignant than guilliman or lion making a nasty genocidal decision ‘for the greater good.’ can be either a True Tragic Figure or a beast for a beauty candidate. if you wanted to fix-it one primarch and fix the whole plot by extension, the answer would not be hugging horus or letting gman take a nap: it would be handling The Angron Problem because he is the biggest most obvious example of the imperium Not Working the way it’s being sold. he’s fucking compelling. and he has the biggest rack aight look.

2) corvus is fandom bait full stop. wet cat of a guy who turns into a crow demon and bothers one of the more annoying traitors forever and ever. guilty about his tragic mutated kids. guilty about a lot of stuff actually. again, sad wet cat. and while he’s not plot relevant post dropsite, he’s still textually around and open for a dramatic return. and i mean. look at shrike. tell me they didn’t expect the hot topic kids to be rg players. go on. the only way they could have made him more baity is to put clip-ons in his hair and dress him up in plaid skirts and fishnet gloves. rawr means ily in dinosaur, i made u a cookie but i eated it ass primarch.

3) kurze is again equal parts tragic and potential beast to tame from a fandom perspective. he’s got a cool gimmick with the future sight and who hasn’t wanted to skin a few oligarchs you know? he’s surprisingly witty and he’s got that tall dark and triangle look the tumblr girlies tend to like. there’s a canon example of him keeping a human alive as a pet for multiple years even. you can make this work, easy.

i get the sense some people question why people would like the traitor primarchs, as if telling emps to fuck off and die isn’t the hottest thing a guy can do in this setting (again: one of the major reasons 42k!gman has any appeal is his disillusionment with his father and his genuine struggle to understand why imperialism isnt working out. you’ll get it eventually buddy). they all maim and kill people so that’s also just. way less of a factor than you’d expect, except if they do it in particularly clever or charming ways, which the standard Manly Men primarchs do not, and also we like villains here, sir.

guys i’m surprised are not on this list: mortarion lmao. he’s just as bad if not worse than curze from an appearance standpoint and he’s not a nice guy, neither is he a big scary aggressive protector/hunter/etc dynamic candidate. he’s just there and he just Sucks. and we love him for that. like people are nuts over this guy. which is excellent! but given what poster expected he should be a big surprise. maybe magnus - i can see some people missing his appeal as he’s touted as a nerd and he’s continually a massive loser in every sense of the word…as long as you’re unfamiliar with the wild popularity of the tts version. this may be a sang situation where he’s not mentioned bc he’s expected and proven to be simped over, no surprise.

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

[chrisevansredbelt]

Playing Dangerous

pairing: dbf!frank castle x reader

warnings: not really any! this is kind of a backstory intro. death, funeral, smoking, drinking, drugs, and the sheer thought of jon bernthal.

summary: after your fathers death, you find yourself familiarising yourself with his best friend. his hot, dilfy, big thighed best friend.

multiple parts planned! all inspired by lana del rey songs

a/n: me when im back bc i missed writing... anyway this is a somewhat different universe to my og dbf!frank story but also not because it follows the same concept of lana del rey songs.

ALSO even though it is frank castle... im using characters from the bear... sorry i guess i really am only using frank because of the name i just didnt feel right writing jon or michael SORRY

and i am also using sex and the city characters too okay im sorry if nothing makes sense now but ENJOY

playing dangerous by lana

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Pulling up beside the familiar cars parked in front of the church, Frank swiftly gets out of his truck, shutting the car door behind him. His brother Carmen, and cousin Richie, stand by their cars, gathering however once Frank approaches them.

"Thought we weren't gonna see another one of these until it was one of our own and when we're 80." Richie notes, hands on hips as the three of them observe the crowd of black disappearing through the church doors.

Frank scoffs, "Yeah, well, Brock loved stupid games." He marvels at the amount of people who showed up. Brock always made note of how many enemies he had, he must have forgot to mention how many friends he had too.

Brock was Franks best friend. Ever since being enlisted together, they were pretty inseparable. They then went on to work with each other, shady business that subsequently cost Brock his life.

Brock was on the run from police... corrupt police who would do anything for $20 and a donut. Brock had a hit out on him ever since fucking over an old acquaintance by insulting his wife.

As cops chased him down one night, he was cornered. Brock ended up shooting and killing the cop he hated but was subsequently shot and killed by another.

Some good did end up coming about Brock's passing though, as an investigation was launched into the dead officer and the bribe's he took. Which ended up revealing an international bribe ring of some sort that landed Brock's enemy in jail with a hefty sentence.

Frank wished he had been with him that night, wondering if Brock's life could have been spared in any way. But on the flip side, Frank knew that Brock would have died happy killing the officer he hated so much and recalled the many nights Brock had confessed his disdain against the lifestyle he landed himself in.

"At least he's with his wife now." Carm then adds, earning a nod from the others.

As the last of the guests enter the building, Frank decides it's probably time to follow suit.

As painful as it would be to see his best friend no longer living, they all had a few words to say in the session and there was no backing out now.

Though everyone was still finding their seats, when the three men had entered, they had all still managed to give them pitiful looks. Eyes reading 'Sorry for your loss'.

The three of them make their way to the front row of seats, joining the few others that had clearly arrived earlier.

"Hey," Their sister, Natalie, smiles up at them, scooching over on the pew as they take their seats next to her. They offer greeting smiles back. Frank gazes around the church, admiring the many eyes of religious figures that stare back at him. "Hey, did you see his daughter turned up?" Natalie adds in a quiet whisper, making the three of them shoot their heads around in the direction of her gaze.

There, in the front row beside them sat you. Brock's only child and daughter. Everyone kind of just knew of you and your existence, but never actually saw you.

Though Brock always bragged and boasted about you, how beautiful you were, how proud of you he was, the truth was that he rarely saw you. A few years after he had left you, he occasionally made the effort to at least see you on birthdays and Christmas. But his visits slowly died off.

The relationship was still there, you texted and he sent you letters and money, but you lived with your friend and her family for most of your teen years.

Richie nudged Carmen, wiggling his brows, whilst Frank just takes you in. The men can’t help but ogle at you. You were almost like a fable or myth, and seeing you now for the first time ever was strange.

"Poor kid." Natalie purses her lips, brows furrowed in concern.

Frank knew he had to speak to you. Maybe it was the fact that you were his life long best friend’s daughter. Or maybe it was the funny feeling in his stomach as his eyes scanned your figure.

-

You watch as people leave in their expensive cars down the gravel road, sighing in relief at the lack of attention you were now getting.

Your father was laid to rest in the cemetery beside the church, in a space next to your mother.

Though few people still linger around their cars parked on the other side of the church, you keep your head down and make your way back up the church steps, pushing your way through the big, wooden doors.

You were glad no one else was here. Your social battery was drained for the month after today and you didn’t think you could take another ‘I’m so sorry for your loss’, ‘Your dad was a great man’, ‘I’m sure he’s happy to be reunited with your mother’, 'I didn't know he had a daughter'.

You made your way to a random row and knelt on both knees, clasping your hands in front of you and bowing your head.

You weren't entirely religious, nor did you really know what you were praying for. All you knew was that if someone saw you, they would at least respect the gesture and leave you alone.

Wrong.

You hear the church doors open behind you and you close your eyes, quietly sighing. Whoever it is, they do not speak, but you can feel their eyes burning a hole through your back.

Out of curiosity, you lift up your head and turn to the back of the church.

Oh?

"Hi," The man greets sheepishly, "I'm sorry if I’m interrupting.” A small, reassuring smile on his face. You stay silent but shake your head softly, allowing him to continue. He takes a few steps closer, "I'm Frank."

You blink up at him a few times until you connect the dots on who this Frank person really was (and stop ogling at his god-like face) "Oh." You let out accidentally, before clearing your throat and correcting yourself, "Yeah, I’m familiar with the name." You choke out, standing from your kneeling position out of respect... though you wouldn't entirely mind staying down there- God, you mentally slap yourself and remind yourself that you're in a church. And on top of that, you knew of Frank to be your dad’s friend... his best friend. You never saw him or heard anything else about him other than him being your dad’s best friend, but it was nice to finally put a pretty face to the name, “I’m Y/N.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He smiles warmly now, extending a hand out for you to shake which you do so quite timidly, "Listen, if you need anything… I know you've probably heard that a lot today, but I'm probably the only one who really means it." He jokes and you can't help but let out a small smile.

“Thank you.” You nod. He was right though. Out of all of them, Franks did seem the most genuine. "Thanks for taking the time to check up on me."

He nods in response before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet and from that wallet, a small card, "Here, take my number." You take the small business card from him, "If you really ever need anything, reach out… If I had knew your dad would pass so soon, I’m sure I would’ve promised him to look out for you.”

You weren’t annoyed by Frank’s social interaction, unlike everybody else who talked to you today. Everyone else just seemed so full of shit. And Frank at least knew who you were.

-

You watch as another car passes by before sighing. The heat was starting to get to you a little and as the sun began to set, it landed opposite you, blinding your eyes.

After the funeral, you made the decision to walk to the closest bus stop and make your way back home that way. Though you caught an Uber to the church, you couldn’t bare any more questions or painfully awkward small talk about your day. So you opted for the bus.

The area was nice in any case, a small neighbourhood 20 minutes from Manhattan where you used to live as a child.

It was nice to experience the silence as well. You were so used to the loud of the city that you’d almost forgotten what it was like to just sit with nothing but the birds, the bugs and the leaves. And to actually see the sun without being blocked by some high rise building.

As you zoned out, staring at the ground, you hear the bus finally arrive. Only, you thought it was the bus. You look up and you’re met with a black pick up truck coming to a stop right in front of you and now your heart races.

The window rolls down and a familiar face slightly judges you, "You seriously taking the bus?"

You stand from your seat, small kitten heels clanking against the concrete as you step closer to Franks truck.

You're kind of loss for words. You had made sure to linger in the church for a while and only left when you believed everyone else to have already left. Frank must have stalled in the cemetery or something?

“I..." You start, "I thought it would be relaxing.” You explain vaguely, shrugging your shoulders. Frank quirks a brow and you sigh in defeat, “I didn’t feel like talking to nosy Uber drivers.”

Frank cracks a smile, shaking his head and reaches over to the passenger door, unlocking it for you, "Get in."

You're unsure what it is that makes you give in to getting into his car. Perhaps that Frank was probably the closest thing to your father that you were ever going to get in your life and you automatically felt safe with him. Whatever it was, it felt right.

Jumping into his car, you get comfortable, admiring the interior of it. You couldn’t help but notice, however, the faint smell of either cigar or weed lingering in the car, mixed with the efforts of the Black Ice air freshener dangling from his rear view.

Not only this, but you see his packet of cigarettes in his cup holder.

You’d been dying for a cigarette ever since the funeral started, but couldn’t bring yourself to whip one out as you walked to the bus stop- more concerned about your heels and feet surviving the journey rather than your urge for nicotine. And you refrained from doing so at the bus stop in case it pulled up any second.

“May I?” You ask after rummaging through your purse and holding up the small box of sticks.

“Go ahead.” Frank shrugs with a soft smile, “Where do you live?”

You blow out your plume of smoke out the previously opened window, offering it to him, “West 84th.”

“Upper West side.” He notes with an impressed nod, taking your cigarette from you gratefully.

You raise your brows a little, you could not believe it either that you lived there now, "Inheritance came in handy."

The drive to the city with Frank was nice. It wasn’t awkward and you were able to keep a steady conversation. You could definitely see why Frank was a life long friend.

"Which one is it?" Frank asks, cutting your thoughts short as he pulls into your street.

"This white one here." You point and Frank's lucky that there's a vacant spot out front. He seems impressed by your house as he leans over his wheel to get a look at it while he parks.

To be truthfully honest, you were a little bummed once you had come to a stop.

"Do you wanna come in?" You don't even realise what you're asking until it's already out and Frank's looking at you dumbly. Fuck. “I-I just got so much of his stuff, m-maybe you can help me figure out what to do with it?” You try to cover up.

You internally cringe however as you wait for his answer. Why the hell did you just invite this man into your home without hesitation?

You really didn't expect the words to come out of your mouth. But what was even more surprising was Frank's answer, "Sure."

You take Frank up the small stairs to your house, unlocking the door, “Sorry, it’s a bit messy.” You apologise as he walks in after you. You watch as he takes in your apartment and feel a little insecure for some reason. God, what did it matter what this man thought of your brand new apartment?

“No, it's nice.” He nods and you feel yourself relax. He makes his way into your living room and stares at the piles of boxes and plastic covered furniture. The last of your furniture had arrived yesterday and you had no time, or energy (or frankly manpower for that matter) to sort it out.

"It's a work in progress." You sigh, "I always imagined this to be something my dad would have helped me with." You admit and again, cringe at yourself for being so depressing.

"I can always lend a hand?" Frank offers.

You open and close your mouth like a fish. You didn't mean for Frank to get to that conclusion but at the same time, Frank seemed like he was already going to offer. But you were too humble to say yes, even if you were too cheap to get movers (even though you now had money, old habits never die) and you were convinced you could do it on your own.

But now that Franks offering, you’d be stupid to decline.

The one thing that needed to be put together was your bed, but aside from that your furniture was old, vintage pieces. They were also light so it’s not like it would be entirely arduous labour for Frank, but it would just mean a lot less chain smoking and broken nails for you.

You ended up ordering pizza for the both of you and fuelled Frank with beer as he got to work on setting up your furniture. You helped him out with the light work, but you mostly just smoked and chatted away.

Frank had no issue with it though.

Frank told you many stories about your dad. You realised Franks memories with him definitely outnumbered your own, which was humbling to say the least.

You found the both of you now seated on the hardwood floor of your home, taking a break as you take the time to really talk and eat.

"Can I ask..." Frank starts carefully, and you're mindless to what he's about to ask, "Did you resent your dad?" His question makes you put down your drink, " It's just- you seem to be taking his passing quite well and you were actually at the funeral... Most people I know in a situation like yours wouldn't do such a thing."

You dart your eyes around the room, running the question through your head. You, too, had realised that your own fathers passing hadn't made you a hysterical wreck, like it would have made most people. You also questioned why.

When you got the news that your dad died, you cried but only sparingly and never again after that day. But you went to class the next day, drinks with the girls the next. What the hell was wrong with you?

"I know the shady shit he did killed my Mom." You tell Frank, "I did actually resent him for a while for leaving, then I accused him of killing her and didn't talk to him for a few years." You admit shamefully, "But as I got older, I understood him leaving was keeping me safe and I couldn't argue with that... As for the day he died..." You begin, but take a second to find the words, "I don't know... I guess... it's like he's not really gone." You say, but watch as Frank tilts his head a little in confusion, "Well, he is gone... but it's felt like that for a long time now... Maybe I'm used to it." You feel as though you've just solved the mystery. You feel hot all of a sudden, looking up at Frank and seeing his eyes staring right back at yours. You clear your throat, "Um- What about you? H-How did you handle it?"

"Oh, man." He starts, shaking his head, "It was one of the worst days of my life... I was a wreck." He admits. This might be unfair to say, but you didn't expect a man like Frank to be so open about his emotions, "But your father was all about seeing the good and I just thought, he would kick my ass if he saw me like this instead of celebrating the life we had together and the man he was."

It was silent after that, but you must note that it was a comfortable silence. You let each other sit with the feelings from the conversation had and it felt nice.

Frank is the first to break the silence, by nudging your foot with his, “But what's up with you, girl? Are you in college?”

You smile at him and his effort to lighten the mood a little, “I graduated last year in journalism.” You sigh. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, certainly not for New York. But it was the only thing that really interested you- having spent most of your formative years journaling your each and every thought, experience and emotion. Writing just came natural to you, “What about you? Are you married?”

Fuck, was that too forward?

“I am not married, no.” Frank answers anyway, with a laugh even.

You would be lying if you said you didn't search for a ring when he first introduced himself to you. What could you say, he was a gentlemen. And plus, you wanted to ask in case you just so happened to be keeping him from her by having pizza and beer at your house while he helps you build your furniture.

Yep, that's the only reason.

Frank only stayed for about an hour longer after that. It had gotten pretty late anyway and you were both tired from the day you had.

You walked Frank to the door, giving him a new case of beer as a means of thanks. Seriously, with Frank's help, all you really have left to do is unpack your boxes and decorate the house.

“Thanks for all your help, Frank.” You say, unable to even recall how many times you've expressed your thanks today.

“And I mean it when I said to call me if you need anything.” He reminds, pointing at you and you roll your eyes.

If you were dying or in jail, maybe. But you didn't have many plans to bother Frank. You wish you could-

“Where do you live?” You ask, simply out of curiosity... or desire to be in his presence longer.

“Engelwood.”

You widen your eyes, but then furrow your brows, “You drove me all the way here even though you lived like 5 minutes away from the church?” You ask in disbelief. He just laughs as an answer, meanwhile you're rummaging to the side through your foyer drawers and handing him a bunch of crumpled President Jacksons, “Here.”

He laughs down at the money, pushing it back to you, “Sweetheart, I’m not taking your money.”

You look at the money shoved into your chest in defeat. But you know he's not going home without something, “Fine.” You mutter before digging through your purse on the same table.

You pull out your metal cigarette case and hand him a pre-roll that you planned to smoke after the funeral.

Frank looks at it longingly, averting his gaze back and forth before slowly bringing a hand up to take it, “Fan of the Blazy Susan’s I see.” He notes, eyeing the pink paper and you roll your eyes.

“Oh, is it too girly for you?” You mock, leaning against your door, contempt now that you've paid your dues.

He tucks the joint behind his ear in response, “Whoever you're buying from, tell 'em you've found someone new."

You're not surprised Frank grows and sells, but you scoff at his persistent concern about you, "I'm sure my weed isn't laced." You assure him.

He shrugs, "Maybe not, but at least mines free."

He had you there. Weed was an expensive habit and you'd considered stopping for a while now, but could never bring yourself to do it. And now that is free and most definitely safe, you wonder if you'll ever stop.

You bid Frank a final farewell and safe drive as he takes the steps down to his car. You wait and watch as he drives down the road and only retreat back inside once he's around the corner.

You can't help but miss his company now that the house is quiet, but lingers his smell.

And as Frank drives through the quiet streets of the city, he can't help but wonder... as do you as you flop into bed...

'Why do I feel this way?' Shortly accompanied with, 'Would it really be that bad?'

.・。.・゜.☘︎ ݁˖ ・.・𝄞・゜・。.

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The Fae In My Heart

Synopsis: Overwhelmed with work, you begin to neglect your husband without realising it. Ignoring his quiet efforts to care for you and accidentally destroying something he poured his heart into creating, you wound him deeply. Can you mend the rift, regain his love, and earn his forgiveness?

Pairing: fae!husband!Minghao x wife!afab!reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst, happy ending, established relationship, non-idol! au, fantasy! au

Rating: sfw

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: minor injury, lemme know if I missed anything!

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Heavy footsteps echo through the house at midnight as you trudge toward your bedroom. Another gruelling day at work has come to an end, and once again, you’ve had to work overtime. Work is consuming your life, leaving you feeling completely burnt out. Just until you get the promotion, you keep reminding yourself—a promotion that’ll benefit both you and your fae husband, Minghao.

Minghao, who, surprisingly, is still awake, is waiting for you in bed. Too exhausted to say a word, you offer him a tired smile before changing into your pyjamas and slipping under the covers. The moment your head hits the pillow, you’re out cold—but not before feeling the faintest brush of his lips against your cheek.

The next morning, you wake before dawn, having barely managed five hours of sleep. Minghao lies fast asleep beside you, his face peaceful in the early light. Careful not to disturb him, you tiptoe through your morning routine as quietly as possible. Before leaving, you lean down to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Darling?" He mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep. He stirs slightly but doesn’t open his eyes.

You shush him gently. "Go back to sleep," you whisper.

"Where are you going?" He murmurs drowsily, his words slow and slurred.

"Work. I’ve got leftover work from yesterday," you reply softly.

"But it’s so early…and the bed is so cold without you," he says with a small pout, his voice barely above a whisper.

Guilt pricks at your chest. His words weigh on you as you frown. "I’m sorry, my love. Work calls," you say, pressing another kiss to his cheek.

He sighs, turning away from you as he pulls the blanket up to his face. "Mmm… okay," he murmurs, his voice tinged with disappointment.

The ache in your heart grows as you watch him curl up under the covers, alone. With a heavy heart, you leave for work, the memory of his pout lingering in your mind as you step out the door, leaving him cold and alone in bed.

Sighing, you blink wearily and rub the sleep from your eyes. 11:47 PM. At least I’m home before midnight, you think, a hollow chuckle escaping your lips.

Your brows knit together when you hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen. Curious, you shuffle toward the source and find your husband busy preparing food.

"Love? What are you doing?" You croak, your voice hoarse from the endless meetings and presentations of the day.

"Darling! You’re back!" His eyes light up as he notices you. In an instant, he crosses the room and wraps you in a warm embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"What are you making at this hour?" You ask, still trying to make sense of why he’s cooking so late.

"I made you dinner," he says with a soft smile. "I know you haven’t been eating well because of work, so I thought I’d prepare something light for you to eat before bed."

"Hao, I’m not hungry," you mumble, the thought of eating feeling impossible in your current state of exhaustion.

He pouts, taking your hands in his and gazing into your tired eyes.

"Just one bite, please?" He murmurs, his voice tinged with gentle pleading.

"Hao, I’m too tired. I just want to sleep," you sigh, your body screaming for rest.

His shoulders slump at your response, and his smile falters, replaced by a tight-lipped expression. He nods, pressing his lips together as if to hold back his disappointment.

"Okay," he says softly. "Let me clean up, and I’ll join you soon." He leans in to kiss your cheek, his touch filled with quiet understanding.

You nod, muttering a quiet "thank you" before heading to the bedroom. The weight of the day pulls you down, and all you want is to slip under the covers and let sleep consume you.

Waking up at 4 AM after only two hours of sleep might just be one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. At that point, two hours doesn’t even count as sleep—it’s more like a glorified nap.

Groaning, you drag yourself out of bed despite every fibre of your body screaming to lie back down. Your limbs feel impossibly heavy, and even the smallest movement seems like a monumental effort.

After trudging through your morning routine, you head to the kitchen to make yourself a much-needed cup of coffee. There’s no way you’ll survive the day without it. As you reach for the cupboard to grab a mug, your brows knit together. The door swings open smoothly without the usual resistance. You normally have to tug it open with a bit of force, but today it’s oddly cooperative. Shrugging it off as a minor anomaly, you finish making your coffee.

Sitting at the dining table with your steaming mug in hand, you’re startled to see your laptop and work bag already laid out in front of you. You distinctly remember tossing your bag somewhere—where exactly, you couldn’t say—in the haze of exhaustion when you got home last night. Did you put them here without realising it? Maybe. It’s too early to overthink. Shaking your head, you take a sip of coffee, bracing yourself for the long day ahead.

As you glance over at the table, something catches your eye: a coaster sitting neatly beside your laptop. Curious, you pick it up, turning it over in your hands. You don’t remember seeing it before. Is it new? Or maybe it’s something you bought ages ago and forgot about? Either way, the design is undeniably cute and completely your style. A small smile tugs at your lips as the little coaster lifts your sour mood ever so slightly.

Placing the coaster back down, you set your coffee cup on it, your gaze lingering for a moment to admire its charm. It’s such a small thing, but it makes you feel just a bit lighter.

Turning your attention to your laptop, you open it and prepare to tackle a few emails before heading out. Somehow, thanks to the unexpected little discovery, you feel a tiny spark of energy—the first of the day.

As you step into your home at an ungodly hour, you’re greeted by a soft, warm glow coming from the living room. Confused, you head in that direction and find Minghao fast asleep on the couch, the dim light of a single lamp casting a gentle glow over the room.

Your heart clenches at the sight. He must have been waiting for you to come home and dozed off while waiting. His messy brown hair only enhances his already ethereal features, making him look even more otherworldly. His lips are slightly pursed in a soft pout, and one hand rests beside him, curled loosely into a fist.

Frowning as guilt weighs heavy on your heart; you quietly head to the bedroom to grab a blanket for Minghao. You don’t want to wake him or move him to the bed; he looks too peaceful to disturb. Returning with a fluffy blanket in hand, you gently drape it over him. Kneeling beside him, you softly pat his head and press a tender kiss to the crown of his hair.

As you stand, your knee accidentally bumps into something on the coffee table, knocking it over. Startled, you take a step back—only to step directly on the object, breaking it with a sharp crack. You cringe at the sound, freezing in place, and immediately cover your mouth to stifle any noise that might escape. The last thing you want is to wake Minghao.

With a quiet sigh of defeat, you step away from the mess, deciding it’s a problem for your future self. Right now, you’re far too exhausted to deal with it.

By some miracle, you managed to finish work early today. A smile spreads across your face as you step into your house just as the sun sets. For the first time in weeks, you’re home early enough to see the sun from your own window.

Excited to finally spend time with Minghao, you giggle softly as you begin searching for him. You find him in the study, engrossed in a book. Pausing at the doorway, you take a moment to admire him. The golden hues of the sunset stream through the window, bathing him in a warm glow. His deep brown eyes shimmer like honey under the light, sparkling with a quiet intensity. The soft shadows highlight his ethereal features, making him look like a painting brought to life. Even after all these years of marriage, you can’t help but fall for him all over again.

"Surprise!" You exclaim, giggling as you step into the room, startling Minghao.

You wait for him to mirror your joy, but instead, he sighs softly and returns to his book, his expression unchanged.

What?

"Love?" You ask, your smile fading as your shoulders drop. All the excitement you felt earlier evaporates in an instant.

But he doesn’t answer. The silence feels heavier than it should. Frowning, you walk toward him and stand in front of him.

"Love? What’s wrong?" You whisper, your chest tightening as he continues to ignore you.

Instead of replying, Minghao sets his book down, stands, and walks past you without a word. Confusion and hurt bubble up inside you as you quickly follow him to the living room.

You find him kneeling in front of the TV cabinet, tinkering with it. Desperate, you kneel beside him and look at him with pleading eyes.

"Hao, what’s wrong? Please, talk to me," you murmur, tears pricking your eyes. The pain of being ignored by him feels unbearable.

But he remains silent, his full attention on the cabinet. You watch helplessly as he works, tightening screws and adjusting the hinges. After a few minutes, he finishes and opens and closes the cabinet door, testing his handiwork. That’s when you realise—it doesn’t squeak anymore.

Oh.

The realisation dawns on you. The fixed cabinet, the dinner he made for you, the coaster you found, your bag being neatly placed on the table—all the little things Minghao has been doing to care for you flash through your mind. And all you’ve done in return is neglect him.

Your eyes fall to the broken item beside the coffee table, and your heart sinks. The thing you stepped on and shattered last night—it was a bird feeder. A bird feeder Minghao had lovingly built for you.

Minghao knows how much you love watching birds, and he made it just for you. And you broke it. Breaking something a fae has created isn’t just about damage—it’s a symbol of rejection, a sign that you harbour ill will or a grudge against them.

Your chest tightens as guilt washes over you like a tidal wave. Tears blur your vision as you bite your bottom lip, struggling to breathe through the heaviness pressing on your heart. You’ve been hurting Minghao in ways you hadn’t even realised.

You open your mouth to speak, to apologise, but the words won’t come. Minghao rises to his feet without a glance in your direction and walks away, leaving you kneeling on the floor, choking on the weight of your guilt.

You watch as he disappears into the bedroom, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in your ears. Alone in the living room, you’re left to sit with your regret, drowning in the realisation of how deeply you’ve hurt the one you love.

Determined to win back Minghao and show him how sorry you are, you start coming home early and even take a few days off work. What’s the point of chasing a promotion when all it’s done is damage the most important relationship in your life?

You try to spend more time with him, but every time you enter a room he’s in, he quietly leaves, forcing you to trail after him like a lost puppy. You thank him for the little things he’s done for you, hoping to start a conversation, but he only responds with silence. Still, your determination doesn’t waver. You’re committed to earning back his love, no matter what.

That’s when an idea strikes—you’ll rebuild the broken bird feeder. You may not be as skilled as Minghao when it comes to crafting, but if it means he’ll talk to you again, then you’ll give it your all.

You head to the backyard and gather leaves, stones, and sticks, searching for the prettiest ones you can find. If you’re going to fix the bird feeder, it has to look perfect.

Once you’ve collected everything, you sit in the living room, placing the broken pieces of the bird feeder and your gathered materials on the coffee table. With a deep breath, you start rebuilding it—or at least, you try. Unfortunately, craftsmanship isn’t exactly your strong suit, and your attempts quickly fall apart.

You frown as the bird feeder collapses for what feels like the hundredth time. Frustration gnaws at you, but before you can give up, you notice Minghao standing at the edge of the living room, watching you silently.

You look up at him, your eyes filled with longing as you give him a small pout, silently pleading for him to come back to you. But he only furrows his brows and turns away, leaving without a word.

The ache in your chest grows as you stare down at the broken bird feeder, its shattered state mirroring your heart. A few stray tears escape, and you quickly wipe them away.

Taking a deep breath, you scowl in determination. Giving up isn’t an option—not when it comes to Minghao. You pick up the pieces once more and get back to work. No matter how many times it takes, you’ll rebuild this bird feeder. You’ll earn his forgiveness. You’ll win him back. You’ll make sure of it.

After days of effort and what feels like hundreds of failed attempts, the bird feeder remains just as broken as when you started. Frustrated, you conclude that the materials you’ve gathered aren’t good enough—or maybe it’s just your complete lack of crafting skills. Either way, you decide to head back to the backyard to search for better supplies.

As you’re collecting sticks and stones, your eyes land on a particularly beautiful leaf perched high up in a nearby tree. That’s the perfect leaf, you think, instantly deciding that it must go on your bird feeder.

The only problem? The leaf is far out of reach, and the only way to get it is by climbing the tree. It’s been years since you last climbed a tree—probably not since you were five—but you convince yourself that muscle memory will take over once you start.

You grab hold of the trunk and begin your ascent. Wobbly and slow, you inch your way upward, clinging tightly to the tree. You’re about halfway up when your foot slips. Before you know it, you’re plummeting down, a sharp scream escaping your lips as you hit the ground with a painful thud.

Dazed and aching, you try to push yourself up, but the moment your right hand touches the ground, a sharp pain shoots through your wrist, forcing a cry of pain from your lips. Realising you’ve sprained it, you clutch your injured hand to your chest, tears streaming down your face.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of rapid footsteps. Looking up, you see Minghao running toward you, his expression filled with concern. Without a word, he kneels down and gently takes your hand, inspecting the injury with careful fingers.

"Thank god it’s just a sprain," he mutters, relief washing over his features. Then, before you can protest, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you inside.

In your bedroom, he sets you down gently on the bed and retrieves the first aid kit from the cupboard. You watch as he carefully tends to your wrist, his movements tender and precise, and for the first time in days, you feel the walls between you begin to crack.

"What happened?" Minghao murmurs as he continues to carefully tend to your injured wrist, his hands gentle but precise.

"I was trying to gather more materials to rebuild the bird feeder," you admit, pouting slightly. "I saw this really pretty leaf in the tree, and I thought it’d be perfect. So I climbed up to get it, but…I slipped and fell."

Minghao’s expression hardens, a scowl settling on his face as he looks at you. "You climbed a tree for a leaf? Darling, do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You’re lucky it’s just a sprained wrist. What if you’d hurt yourself even worse?" He scolds, his tone sharp with worry.

But instead of feeling chastised, you smile, your expression softening.

His scolding trails off, and he blinks at you, confused. "Why are you smiling?" He asks, furrowing his brows.

"You’re finally talking to me again," you say quietly, your voice full of relief.

Minghao freezes, the weight of your words sinking in. Guilt flashes across his face as he realises the pain he’s caused. He closes his eyes, letting out a slow breath before opening them again.

Gently, he cups your face, his thumb brushing away the remnants of dried tears. "Darling," he begins, his voice thick with emotion, "I’m so sorry. Ignoring you like that was wrong—terribly wrong. I never should’ve weaponised my affection and made you feel like you had to prove yourself to me. You didn’t have to. I still love you, always. I was just…frustrated. I felt neglected because we hadn’t spent much time together, and seeing the bird feeder broken—it hurt more than I expected. But none of that excuses how I treated you."

Your pout deepens as tears gather in your eyes. "I’m sorry too, my love," you whisper. "I didn’t mean to neglect you or everything you’ve done for me. I thought I was working toward a better future for us, but I didn’t realise I was hurting our present. And breaking the bird feeder—I’m so sorry, Hao. It was an accident. I never meant to."

Minghao’s features soften, and his thumb gently caresses your cheek. "It’s okay, my darling," he says, his tone tender. "You were doing what you thought was best for us. Just please, don’t neglect me again. And I promise, I’ll never ignore you again either."

A smile blooms across your face as you nod. "I promise," you say, your voice steady. "And I forgive you too."

You lean in, pressing a loving kiss to his lips, and he reciprocates with a soft smile. The kiss is full of forgiveness, understanding, and love. When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest against each other as you gaze into his eyes, a peaceful silence settling between you.

"How about we rebuild the bird feeder together?" you whisper.

Minghao chuckles softly and presses a light kiss to your lips. "I’d love that," he whispers back.

After rebuilding the bird feeder—which mostly consisted of Minghao doing all the work while you sat nearby, occasionally handing him tools—it was finally ready to be placed in your backyard.

Once Minghao set it up, he walked back to where you were standing, keeping a safe distance from the feeder so as not to disturb the birds. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you close, making you giggle as you instinctively snuggled into his embrace.

After a few minutes, the birds began to arrive, fluttering down to settle at the feeder. You let out a soft squeal of delight, your eyes sparkling as you watched the different birds come and go. Your heart felt light, giddy with excitement.

Minghao’s gaze wasn’t on the birds—it was on you. Watching the joy on your face, he felt his own heart swell with contentment. Happy to have you back in his arms, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.

You giggled, turning to face him before leaning in to press your lips against his. The kiss was soft and tender, a quiet reminder of your love and resilience. Despite the ups and downs, you knew that as long as Minghao was by your side, you could overcome anything.

As you pulled away, your gaze lingered on him, and your heart swelled with gratitude. Silently, you thanked the heavens for bringing Minghao into your life.

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"I don't know how much longer I can do this," Sirius groans, dropping his head into his hands. He doesn't miss James covering his chuckle with a cough but, in all honesty, he's more than a little distracted right now. "I mean, I'm practically throwing myself at him!"

"Yeah, you really are."

"Everyone can tell, right?"

"...no?"

Sirius pulls his head out of his hands and shoots James a glare. Lying isn't helping him figure out what the fuck he can do about everything.

It's been two months since Sirius had decided to start being brazen with Remus. He had been dropping the odd subtle sign for a while before; reading Remus' favourite books to watch the smile on his face, bringing back chocolate from Hogsmeade when the full moon is creeping closer, even asking him to explain DADA topics in spite of the fact that he's top of the class, just to see the way his eyes light up when he's teaching.

Suffice to say, those got him absolutely nowhere.

His solution? Up his game.

For the past two months, he's done nothing but flirt with Remus. He has brushed Remus' curls from his face more times than he can count, revelling in the way Remus' entire face seems to uncontrollably turn bright red. The two of them have sat together on the astronomy tower for hours on end to talk, and Sirius can't even remember half of the flirty remarks he's made in that time. Once he placed his hand on the small of Remus' back and heard the yelp he tried to muffle, watched him become a stammering mess in a matter of seconds. He called him hot in the middle of the Great Hall, before promptly brushing his thumb over Remus' lower lip to 'get rid of the jam.' What did he get from that? Remus mumbled something unintelligible about jam, and Sirius still didn't get anywhere.

He's not sure he can take any more of this. Everybody knows what he's trying to do. Professor McGonnagal doesn't even tell him off during class when he spends all of his time talking to Remus, doodling across Remus' arm, or even when he started tracing his fingers across the palm of Remus' hand!

Somehow, in spite of the fact that they're the talk of the school, Remus has no bloody clue. He'd thought that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to spell it all out for Remus. That several dates would give Remus some kind of revelation. For some reason, every time Sirius sincerely calls their Hogsmeade outings a date, Remus just laughs it off. Every single quip Sirius has made has been considered a strangely timed joke, even though he turns bright red and forgets how to pull a sentence together every time. Honestly, Sirius wants to shake him, to tell him that no, it's not a joke. He needs Remus to know that he's head over heels for him. He's actually a little convinced that he'll spontaneously combust if Remus doesn't figure out that every single thing he does makes Sirius' heart melt.

"Sirius, you need to kick it up a notch!" James says.

Sirius chuckles before he can stop himself, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"I don't think there's another notch, Prongs!"

"There definitely is." Sirius arches an eyebrow, and James leans a little closer. "Snog him senseless."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know how many more dates you can go on without kissing him, Padfoot."

"Knowing my luck, he'll think I'm just being... a really intense friend."

"If he does," James starts, leaning back with a shrug, "then you can be really intense friends. You can shag in a friendly way, have a beautiful friend ceremony, and co-parent your children as best friends forever!" Sirius shoves James' arm, and James raises his arms in surrender. "I'm just saying you need to spell it out for him! I think you're overestimating his sense of self worth."

"...sorry?"

James looks at him like he's just started speaking another language.

"Sirius, come on." At Sirius' confusion, he starts considering his words very carefully. "You're Sirius Black! Quidditch team, most eligible bachelor, half the school loves you, half the school wants to be you?"

"Right...?"

"Merlin's sake, you're idiots. Both of you. Just snog him? Please? You'll be doing all of us a bloody favour." James groans, looking a little like he wants to lock Sirius in a room with Remus until it's all sorted.

"Fine."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah," Sirius says with a shrug. "I'm clearly not getting anywhere right now, am I? What have I got to lose?"

"Thank fuck," James exhales, letting out a relieved laugh.

Thankfully, it's much easier to find the opportunity than he thought. He's spent an embarrassing amount of time doting on him recently, so he just looks for a time where he would usually find some pet name to call him and watch him blush.

James has promised to steer clear of the dorm, dragging Peter with him and letting Sirius capitalise on the chance to be around Remus without every other student in the school watching them. The moment they're alone, Sirius hazards a glance at him. He's wrapped up in his book, curled up on his bed and looking so invested in it that Sirius almost feels like it's a crime to disturb him.

Still, he has a feeling that this'll be a welcome interruption.

"Moons?" Remus glances up. "What're you reading?"

"Oh, er..." He smiles a little sheepishly. "I'm trying to get through all of Austen's books." He holds up the cover. Emma.

"What's it about?" Sirius asks, taking a chance at moving over and settling opposite Remus on his bed.

"It's my favourite so far. It's about a girl who decides that she's meant to be a matchmaker." As Remus starts to speak, Sirius watches his eyes light up, an affectionate smile creeping further onto his face by the second as Remus goes into great detail about this book. It's Remus at his happiest, and Sirius would do anything to see him like this all the time.

He had every intention of kissing him halfway through the explanation, just to see if Remus liked him enough that he wouldn't care. Instead, he lets Remus finish explaining, caught up in the joy in his eyes. In fact, he forgets to speak at all when Remus is done, earning him a confused look.

"Sirius?" Remus waves a hand in front of his face. "Padfoot, are you-"

Fuck it.

He leans in and connects their lips before he has a chance to reconsider.

He practically hears Remus' brain short circuit. When Sirius pulls away, wanting to give Remus' brain a chance to play catch up, he watches the shock flit across his face, quickly joined by confusion as his face starts to flush.

What a magnificent fucking sight.

"What was...?" Remus trails off. Sirius has seen him forget how to speak before, but never has he managed to leave Remus at a loss for words entirely.

"Er... it was a kiss?" Sirius answers lightly.

"No, I-" Remus blinks harshly, regaining some semblance of control over his voice. "Why did... why?"

"Because I wanted to kiss you," Sirius says gently. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."

"Me?"

"I really like you, Rem."

"Oh. Oh, my..." His eyes scan across Sirius' face, like he's waiting for Sirius to turn around and say that he's kidding. He seems to find the sincerity he was looking for, as he blurts out, "thank you."

Thank you?

Sirius would laugh if it weren't the most genuinely dumbfounded response he could have been given. Remus' eyes immediately widen as he realises what he's said, a frustrated groan escaping him as he draws his knees to his chest and drops his head onto them.

"Sorry, that's- that's not- well, it is, but I didn't... shit." He looks as though he wants to turn into a hermit crab and hide from Sirius.

"You're welcome...?" Sirius tries softly. "Remus? Remus, you can look at me." He watches Remus shake his head. Okay, he's going to need to work for this. "Rem, there's literally nothing you could do that would change how I feel. It's been a hell of a long time now, my feelings aren't going anywhere. You're absolutely bloody brilliant." Remus lifts his head to shoot Sirius a disbelieving look. He can't quite disguise the hope in his eyes, though, and his face is a perfect shade of red now. Sirius just meets his eye, daring him to disagree. "You might not be able to see what I see, what James and Pete see, but you are. You're kind, you're clever, you're beautiful-"

Remus interjects with a laugh.

"Hey, you've never actually seen your own face, have you?"

"I have-"

"You can't actually look at yourself, though. It's not possible. You're just going to have to take my word for it. You're absolutely fucking gorgeous."

"Aren't you biased, though?"

"Why, because I fancy you?" Remus nods, words leaving him again. "I don't think so. Why should it matter, though? I really bloody like you, Remus. I've been trying to make you see it for ages."

"...I thought you were joking," Remus supplies. "I don't get you, Sirius."

"I don't get you, but I still like you," Sirius answers with a shrug.

For a second, they just look at each other.

"Do you?" He asks eventually.

"Do I what?"

"D'you like me? I mean, I can take a pretty educated guess, but..." Remus shoves Sirius lightly, losing his fight against the smile creeping onto his face.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" Remus nods, finally settling a little. "Can I kiss you again?" Remus' eyes widen, and any hope of the blush leaving his face goes. It returns in full force, and he doesn't manage to answer Sirius. His mouth opens and closes, before he opts for nodding once.

Thankfully, he seems a little more prepared this time. When Sirius connects their lips, Remus seems to react on impulse. He kisses Sirius back in earnest, and it's...

Fuck, it's everything Sirius could have imagined and more.

Remus' hand slides into his hair, and Sirius feels like all of his nerve endings are on fire. His lips are soft against Sirius', all safety and warmth and Merlin Sirius could do this forever.

Yeah, it took Remus a while to catch on, but what does it matter?

They got there in the end.

I need more loser remus. I need remus who has no idea how to flirt. who didn't know to react the first time the hottest guy in school kissed him so all he said was thankyou. remus who didn't realize he was dating sirius at first because why on earth would sirius want HIM. I need remus who spends all his time studying and reading. remus whos bad at interacting with literally everyone except the marauders. (who he was very awkward with at first)

i NEED that man pathetic