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us3rnam3-r3dact3d · 25 days ago
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I loved the new Porter audio So Much because I think it’s a common thing in relationships with emotionally avoidant people. Porter has learned that he doesn’t get the luxury of processing his emotions. Treasure makes space for him to, a time and place where he can feel what he feels safely. Suddenly he doesn’t have the excuse of “it’s not safe” to push it aside.
So what does he do?? He becomes the dangerous thing. He tells them they don’t understand, they can’t understand, that their problems are nothing compared to his and he doesn’t have time for them. It’s brutal. It’s cruel. He says what he needs to to make them stop pushing him.
Maybe they shouldn’t have pushed him in the first place. Maybe he’s claimed that he wants more and keeps avoiding sharing his real feelings with them. Maybe he denies them the opportunity to take care of him, or at least sit in the bad moments with him like a partner is meant to. Maybe it’s messy and delicious and Porter is about to have to eat his words and accept that offer of a safe place to bring the things he feels.
Sam said it best when it comes to Porter and his feelings: he’d rather be angry than scared. He’s so scared. Maybe he’ll get a chance to feel that with Treasure.
I personally can’t wait.
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babyleostuff · 5 months ago
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svt without their goodnight kiss | ot13
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𐙚🧸ྀི choi seungcheol
this baby (29 year old man) would not be having it. he swears he needs his goodnight kiss to fall asleep, so not getting one is a big no no. at first he’d try to be all „okay, whatever, if they don’t want to give me my goodnight kiss then so be it” (stumps his feet). yeah, gives up on that after ten seconds. cheol would then try to pull you even closer to his body (as if that was possible), to gently remind you that „baby, what about my kiss?”
𐙚🧸ྀི yoon jeonghan
i think it depends on the day for hannie. if he’s having more of a „yoon menace jeonghan” day, he’s going to wake you up, and stare at you with a blank expression and pursed lips, waiting for his kiss. if he’s having more of a „hannie” day, there’s NO way he’s waking you up. the only think he does is tucks you in even better, wrapping you up in the blankets, thus making you look like a lil burrito.
𐙚🧸ྀི joshua hong
not going to lie - he’d be a bit upset about not getting his goodnight kiss. he may not be the most outwardly affectionate person out there, but he still loves getting his kisses, especially before bed. if he saw you already asleep there’s no way he’d wake you up, but if you were still kind of awake, shua would try to find a way to get his kiss after all (would probably take way to long to come up with a plan, and you’d end up falling asleep).
𐙚🧸ྀི wen junhui
please don’t forget about jun’s goodnight kiss, he turns into a sad pookie without one :(((( he cherishes your affection SO much (even though he’s not the one to actually initiate it, trust me: he loves it). and so not getting his lil kisses before sleep is a big deal for jun, because how is he supposed to fall asleep without them? in conclusion - you forgetting goodnight kisses = sad jun (and that would be a sad jun for the whole night because there is no way he’d remind you about the kisses).
𐙚🧸ྀི kwon soonyoung
worry not - soonyoung is going to smother you in kisses if you forget. sleeping or not, he will give you a kiss (ten of them) (though if you’re actually asleep, he’s much more gentle). whether he’s the one to get kissed or if he’s the one to give the kiss, hoshi has to share some of his affection before bed. he just wants you to know that he loves you (there’s a small chance he’d be a bit sulky in the morning because of the lack of his goodnight kiss)
𐙚🧸ྀི jeon wonwoo
it’s funny because whenever he forgets about giving you your goodnight kiss, and you complain about it in the morning he’s all like 🙄 BUT when it’s you not giving him his kiss he turns into a pouty babie (in sad font). wonwoo is too shy to ask you for the kiss, so if you forget he’s doomed to a sleepless night (not actually, but he likes being dramatic like that) (his goodnight kiss is really important for him).
𐙚🧸ྀི lee jihoon
our jihoon, leader of the „i hate love affection” squad. whenever people asks him how he feels about stereotypical relationship stuff, he’s kind of like :/// okay, sure - then why are you all pouty if you don’t get your goodnight kiss, woozi? thank god you’re already sleep so you can’t see his adorable pout (he wouldn’t be able to bare your teasing), but really? you forgot about the kiss? (👉🏼👈🏼). to make himself even more miserable he doesn’t wake you up (that comes more from the fact that he wants you to actually sleep, he knows that there’s no point in waking you up).
𐙚🧸ྀི lee seokmin
what do you mean no kiss??? but how is he supposed to fall asleep now??? hello??? why do you want him to suffer??? he clings to you extra tightly, so even if you are already sleep, his extra tight hug wakes you up (after that it’s not hard to figure out the reason for his extra clinginess) (as if the pout didn’t tell you everything you needed to know). seokmin feels kind of bad for waking you up, but after you kiss him (and he kisses you back), you’re able to quickly fall asleep together this time.
𐙚🧸ྀི kim mingyu
has no shame (and he really needs his goodnight kiss), so he just manhandles you so he can properly see your face, and stares at you (gyu makes those comically big eyes since it’s dark, and there is a 99% chance you can’t see them anyway), and waits till you get what he wants. if you don’t (because you’re probably too tired to understand his antics), he just plainly says „goodnight kiss”, and taps his lips.
𐙚🧸ྀི xu minghao
wouldn’t be overly dramatic about not getting the kiss, because that would just mean he’d be the one to give you one :))) (or two) (or many more). of course he adores getting his goodnight kisses from you, but i honestly think he loves it even more when he’s the one to shower you in affection. hao is not the biggest on physical touch, but something about the nighttime, and you both being in bed that makes him more expressive with his affection.
𐙚🧸ྀི boo seungkwan
huh, the audacity you have to forget about his goodnight kiss. for the first five minutes boo just lays in bed slightly angry at you that you dared to forget about it (because come on - he has to have his kiss kiss), but then a bigger problem arises. how the hell is he supposed to fall asleep without it? and so he spends the next few minutes looking up at the ceiling, and wondering how he was able to fall asleep before he met you (he came to the conclusion that it was impossible, sleep didn’t exist before you) (he managed to fall asleep anyway) (and obviously he asked you the next morning why you didn’t kiss him) (turns out you were so tired you simply forgot)
𐙚🧸ྀི vernon chwe
actually quite happy about it because it means he can give you a goodnight kiss. maybe you were too tired, maybe you just didn’t feel like kissing him that night - it didn’t matter, it was the perfect moment for vernon to be a bit clingier for once. yes, he loves your pre bedtime kisses, but being the one giving you those feels so good as well (and usually he’s just too shy to be the one to give the goodnight kiss) (he also knows how happy it makes you to kiss him goodnight so he usually doesn’t have the heart to be the one to initiate them).
𐙚🧸ྀི lee chan
very sad, very heartbroken, very much unable to sleep. chan is a lil romantic, and he loves your little routine of giving and receiving goodnight kisses, so he’s not really surprised about feeling so upset. yes, he understands that you’re tired, and probably just fell asleep before you were able to give him one, but… at least one kiss, please? but chan wouldn’t do anything about it. as much as he’s heartbroken about a kiss-less night, he would never wake you up or disturb your sleep just for a kiss (would make sure to ask for extra good morning kisses) (and would hold you extra tight that night to make up for the lack of kisses)
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motherroam-rs · 9 months ago
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Fives x Fem!Reader
NSFW Ahead Minors DNI 18+!!!
A/N: To all the girls who wish they lost their virginity to a clone trooper - this one’s for us.
Tags/Warnings: Loss of virginity, Best Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Gambling, Lil bit of angst, Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Slow burn (technically), Love Confessions, Happy Ending!!
Summary: Since the moment you were transferred to the 501’st as a Civ Medic you and Fives gravitated towards each other and over many months of friendship you can’t help but slowly fall for the charming ARC Trooper. The tension only increases when he finds out just how inexperienced you are.
Word Count: 9.8k
(For clarification, the italics are flashbacks)
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The data pad read ‘Order for Civilian Medic Transfer’, which is really just a nicer way of saying ‘You can’t do anything about this, so just accept it and suffer’. 
You had no choice when you were inevitably rotated between legions, untethered. Your newest order was to the 501st, and you find yourself standing in an empty Medbay; it’s quiet. Too quiet. You’ve either been fortunately assigned to a legion that didn’t see much action, if that were even possible, or you were stood in the eye of a hurricane.
Your eyes are caught on the tattoo across the scalp of the head medic, ‘A good droid is a dead one’ and you suppress a smile at the sentiment. It’s why you were needed - clones weren’t fond of droids, even those programmed for medical purposes. 
“New?” The clone asks, eyes focused on a datapad. You weren’t, not by any means, you had been rotated countless times over the duration of the clone wars. But, you already begin preparing yourself for the usual gruff demeanour that often greeted you, although you were better than a droid, to many clones you were still just a ‘Civ’, despite the many sleepless nights of studying and GAR medical training. 
“No, sir, transferred from the 104th.” You keep your words short, formal, but the clone medic’s eyes light up in recognition.
“Under Commander Wolffe?” He asks, a hint of surprise in his tone as he actually looks away from the datapad.
“Briefly,” you admit, recalling how just a few days before the commander in question practically growled at you when you had to check his eye. You lasted a week there.  “I was with the 212th before that.”
The head medic eyes you with a curious look, waiting for you to elaborate, so you continued, “Typically Civ medics are just seen as temporary by the head medic, until a clone medic becomes available.” You explain, perhaps a bit too fast. How many times could you fit the word medic in that sentence? You internally groan, but he gives a small hum of acknowledgement, whether it was in agreement or disagreement of your statement, his face didn’t betray him either way. 
“Go get yourself settled, and then report back here in an hour.” He says with a slight sigh, passing you the datapad, a blinking spot on the screen indicating where your bunk is - at least this time you weren’t in the shared barracks. “We’ve only just got back from being planetside on Coruscant for a week.” Ah, that answers the question of why it had been so quiet then.
“Thank you, sir.” You nod, picking up your small pack of personal belongings, it wasn’t much, but it was the only anchor you had when you were transferred around so often.
“Kix is fine.” He nods, giving you a genuine smile. “Welcome to the 501st.”
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The small room is thrumming with energy that’s been ignited from an evening of drinking following a particularly rough mission for the men. Contraband in the form of amber liquid that burns your throat and fuels bad decisions, is grouped together on a small crate you’ve been using as a makeshift table for the evening. 
You’re currently sitting on the floor, leaning against a crate next to Fives as he divulges details to you about their most recent mission. Details that you probably aren’t supposed to know, but he tells you anyways, because ‘what are friends for if not to impress’, he had once told you with a sly wink. 
You knew most of the other Civ workers in the GAR weren’t as close to the clones they served with as you were. In all of the legions you had been bounced around from, there was a clear divide between the small number of Civ members, compared to the clones. But in the 501’st, those theoretical lines were blurred, or probably didn’t exist at all, with how Fives’s arm settled around your shoulder. He always had been the most friendly out of his brothers.
Your attention is drawn away from the warm expression of your friend, and you groan as you catch Jesse and Hardcase standing side by side, comparing their lengths. 
“Put it away, for the last time they’re all the same size!” You call out with a laugh, making Fives frown and whip around as he’s been interrupted from your conversation.
“Know from experience with clones?” Jesse sends you a drunken wink as his hands sloppily stuffs the offending body part back into his blacks.
“Medical experience with clones.” Your face almost hurts from smiling as you shake your head, before turning back to Fives. It’s faint and fleeting, but a look of annoyance crosses his features. You’re not awarded the opportunity to ask about it though, because he’s already delving into another over-exaggerated story of how he took out a whole group of droids on his own. 
You wouldn’t really care if they all weren’t true, you just enjoyed hearing him talk. The man could make even the most boring senate conversations interesting, you’re sure of it. So you smile, hooked onto each of his words, cursing the way your heart beats too fast when he reaches out to push away some hair that's fallen from the usual tight bun you have to wear it in. His fingers graze the skin of your cheek, leaving a burning trail.
It’s a small gesture that doesn’t even break the rhythm of his conversation. The touches are natural, instinctive on his part. He’s always touching you - you know to him it means nothing more than that, but your tell-tale racing heart screams at you that you wish it did.
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Once you had returned from being settled in, Kix had directed you to some neatly stacked crates containing new medical supplies to restock the old ones. Your sluggish movements remind you just how little sleep you’d managed on the transport here from the 104th, your body was still aching from the hours spent laying on the durasteel floor between containers of explosives. Not the best sleep you’ve had, and surprisingly not the worst.
“Hey Kix, can you tell me if this looks infected?” A voice pulls you from your thoughts, alerting you to the attention of a topless clone trooper, something that no longer phased you given how many entirely naked clones you had treated. Upon seeing you, the clone goes from being relaxed to formal instantly, clearing his throat as he fumbled to get the top half of his blacks on. 
“You,” he clears his throat, his voice now adopting the typical ‘trooper at attention’ tone as he pulls the clothing over his head, “Are not Kix.” His top blacks are on backwards, and he runs a finger along the collar which now presses uncomfortably to his flushed neck.
“No, I’m not.” You agree with him, suppressing a small smile at how he looks caught off guard, from his surprised expression you may as well be a battle droid standing in the medical bay.
“May I?” You gesture to his top, and he reluctantly removes it once more, taking a seat on a free bed. You see his issue, a common rash splaying across his shoulders from where his armour has been rubbing his skin through his blacks.
“You’re the new medic?” He sounds more nervous than you are, his jaw tensing when you run your fingers along the rash, checking for any signs of infection.
You give a small hum, confirming he’s correct as you step away. “And you are?”
“Echo. I, uh.. Wasn’t expecting a Civ?” They never do.
“Not infected, by the way, it’s just irritated.” You seek out a steroid cream, which you conveniently just restocked. “Here, use this twice a day, and keep the area as dry as possible.”
He gives you a short, formal nod before he redresses, correctly this time, and leaves the room with his face almost as red as his rash. 
You’ve moved onto another crate when you catch the movement from the corner of your eye, somebody passing the door to the Medbay. You think nothing of it until you see the figure again, this time he slows slightly to glance inside the room.
He walks past a third time - and then a fourth.
On what would be the fifth time you poke your head out slightly to watch him walk almost to the end of the hallway, just to turn around and begin his lap back past the door. He stops in his tracks when he sees you looking curiously at him, but quickly recovers even though he’s been caught, and strides back towards you. You catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his temple, but it’s his grin, framed by neatly trimmed facial hair, that seems to distinguish him from other clone troopers you’ve come across. It’s cocky, confident, and warm. Especially warm when he takes hold of your hand and presses it to his lips in a greeting that makes it feel as though you’re trapped in a boiler room, overheating.
“I’m Fives, and you are?”
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You were settled between Echo and Fives, the three of you with empty cups waiting for the next round of the game. Each round you had to take a shot based on your answer to the question, which so far had ranged between ‘If you’ve been shot by a droid’ - which Rex groaned at, and ‘If you ever fucked a girl in the 79’s fresher’, which made several of the men cheer. 
Your heart sinks a bit when Fives drinks at that one, recalling the night just over a month ago on Coruscant. 
You had all been there together, his arm slung around your shoulder in the booth as you both laughed at some fleeting joke made by Jesse. You had grown closer, close enough to the point that he got teased relentlessly by his brothers for calling you his ‘best friend’ whilst under the influence of some strong pain medication in the Medbay. 
You left to get some more drinks from the bar when Sinker approached you, a spark of recognition in his eyes. You were trying to focus on ordering the drinks, blushing as you attempted to turn down the Sergeant who was whispering over-sweetened things in your ear at how he wished you’d stayed with the 104th for longer.
You smiled in thanks when Echo came to help, claiming he saw that you may need help with carrying the drinks. You were grateful for the assistance, laughing with Echo under the usual volume of the crowd until you caught sight of your best friend, stumbling through the crowd towards the fresher, his hand intertwined with a beautiful Twi’lek girl.
You remember how Echo looked at you as he realised the reason behind your tightened jaw and hoarse voice when you excused yourself for some air. You couldn’t stand the sympathy in his eyes, the eyes that looked identical to those of your best friend, the man you were in love with. 
So much for being unattached.
“It wasn’t that good.” Fives nudges your knee with his own, pulling you from your thoughts. A casual smirk plays on his lips and you’re about to laugh off the comment, ready to deflect the attention from your friend, when his twin interrupts you.
“Yeah, cause you couldn’t get it up!” Echo slurs as he leans against you, clutching his cup as some of the amber liquid sloshes down your chest before he apologises and wipes the stain above your breast with hazy eyes. Fives catches his brother's wrist, pushing it away from your chest lightly, and your mind races at Echo’s statement - Fives hadn’t slept with the Twi’Lek girl?
“Shut up, Vod.” Fives grumbles, his fingers tightening around his own cup as he looks away from the two of you. A blush, that must just be from a mix of alcohol and annoyance, creeps up to his face. Thankfully as most of these questions have been related to battle or women, you’ve barely drank, so you can at least try to be rational and push away thoughts that creep into your mind of how you think Fives would take you against the wall of a fresher stall. You can ignore the contemplation on if he would show restraint, or if he would make the walls shake.
“How about this - take a shot for how many people you’ve slept with,” Jesse calls out to the small group of you, an intoxicated grin on his face. Several hands reach for the last remaining bottle at once, ready to fill their cups, each of their owners immediately wanting to show off to the rest of the room's occupants.
“No!” Kix’s hand is the fastest to snatch the liquor away, holding it close to his chest plate.  “We are not looking after you all in the Medbay with alcohol poisoning!” He gestures between you both, and Jesse bargains, coming to a compromise for 1 shot for every certain number, but the specifics of the round are drowned out by your own heartbeat.
Your body stills and you look down to your half full cup. It would be easy to drink, to lie to yourself and those around you. You don’t even have to drink more than once and yet you just continue to stare at your reflection in the liquid, it’s as if the cup were judging you.
“You know you’re supposed to at least drink once, right?” Fives whispers in your ear.
“Yeah, just got distracted trying to work out which of your brothers are definitely exaggerating,” You nod, taking a sip from the cup as you avoid his eyes that burn you more than any liquor ever could. You place the empty cup at your feet and lean your head against Echos, managing a small smile at how he’s snoring against your shoulder. 
Fives gives a small hum of thought, finishing his own drink before placing the empty cup next to you, allowing his finger to linger on the rim for a moment. Your gaze is focused on the way the traces of liquor coat his fingertips, making the battle-calloused skin glisten. You close your eyes, trying to fend off the thoughts of how the whiskey tainted fingers would taste on your tongue, and the mental image of them coated in something sweeter than the alcohol.
“Remember the first time I dragged you here?” Fives’ amused tone forces your eyes open, his warm hand settling on your knee and he taps his fingers rhythmically, almost to the same beat as your unsteady heart.
It had been just over one standard month, one of your longest posts so far, and you were already finding yourself anxious that you could be transferred away at any moment. If you had told yourself just over a month ago that in your new assignment with the 501st that you would wake to two half-drunk troopers in your room, begging you to come play Sabbac with them, you would have diagnosed them with battle induced psychosis.
“Well, not with us-” Fives starts, rummaging around the small closet for something you could wear over your sleeping vest.
“For us.” Echo finishes, practically pulling you out of your bed with an eager nod as Fives approaches you with something in his hands.
“Hands up, sweetheart.” In your tired state, you obey thoughtlessly, allowing Fives to slip the sweatshirt over your head. His fingers trail down your sides, eliciting goosebumps across your skin as he pulls the heavy fabric down over you, and between the contact and his name for you, your heart skips a beat. It nearly stops when he winks before turning away to get your shoes.
Clone Troopers were often flirty, but over the last month, Fives seemed determined to earn the title of being the biggest flirt. Regardless which of his brothers got sick or minorly injured, he was always the one pulling them through the door and would then spend the entire time sweet talking you. Just last week, Rex had nearly concussed himself on a pipe and looked like he wanted to hit Fives who didn’t stop talking the whole time you examined the injury.
“And why do you need me to play for you? I’ve never even played before,” You swallow thickly, sliding your feet into the shoes as the twins guide you from your room, both of their hands on your back, ushering you down complex hallways that all look identical.
“Fives got caught cheating, so we both got banned,” Echo rolls his eyes, placing the blame on his brother, who begins telling you the rules of the game, which they are playing a slight variation of given that they only had items to bet, not credits. You had reluctantly allowed them to bring a full bottle of rather expensive vodka you had purchased last time you were on Coruscant.
“You did not wake up the new medic just to get her to play for you.” Jesse groans, and Rex begins apologising to you for his brothers, ready to scold them for waking you up, but you raise your hand to stop him.
“It’s no bother.” You shake your head, remembering Fives and Echo’s advice to act confident - so really you just had to ask yourself ‘What would Fives do?’
“You know how to play?” Kix asks, surprised by your sudden change in demeanour. He had been used to you keeping your head down in the Medbay, following orders, not showing up with a bottle of alcohol to bet on and Fives’s arm slung around your shoulder.
“Oh please, I’ve been playing Sabbac longer than some of you have been out of the tube.” You feel Fives give your shoulder a proud squeeze at your lie as he places the bottle of vodka on the makeshift table, and you both take a seat, “Deal me in?”
After several rounds of you finding your feet in the game, Fives drops his hand to your waist, giving it a squeeze - he’s signalling to go in for the kill. You turn your head slightly to look into his eyes, and he gives a slight nod that doesn’t go unnoticed by your opponents, he’s making it look so sure you’re going to win, but in reality your cards weren’t good. 
 You and Rex were down to the last cards, everyone else had folded. Either of you could have the winning hand, but if one of you backed out now before your cards were revealed, you could at least keep your own stake in the game. It was about the bluffing now, and thankfully you were good at that.
“Well, Captain?” You and Fives lean backward in sync. You press the cards to your chest, hiding how they’re on the verge of shaking from Fives’ grip on your waist, but also to hide your tell. It’s a small, barely noticeable movement, your forefinger running along the edge of your thumbnail -  a nervous movement that Rex hasn’t noticed past your arrogant smile that perfectly mirrors Fives’. “What’ll it be?”
There’s a short beat where the room is silent and you hold the gaze of the Captain, all of the others staring between you both like it’s an intense standoff. He looks away first, tossing the cards down with a huff as he backs out, giving the win to you; he actually had a good hand. 
“Oh and by the way, sir,” You lay your cards down, revealing that you had already gone bust, over the number limit to win. “I’ve never played Sabbac in my life.” You grin at the shocked expression on his face that melts into a warm smile and you’re enveloped into a hug from Fives while Echo reaps your winnings from the table.
After you all decide to have a drink from the bottle you bet with, the tiredness catches up to you, and you struggle to stay alert with the alcohol that casts a haze on your mind. 
“C’mon, I’ll take you back.” Fives nudges you, picking up the half-full bottle of vodka as he pulls you to your feet, shaking his head in amusement when he tugs a bit too hard and you fall into his chest. “Already falling for me, sweetheart?” his voice is low, something that can only be heard between the two of you in the room full of his boisterous brothers.
You roll your eyes in amusement, a defence against how the whisper makes heat spread throughout your body. You take a half step back, placing the empty cup on the crate as you exchange a short goodbye with Echo.
“I’m gonna walk our lovely medic here back to her room, I’ll be back soon,” Fives gives a mock salute as you both make your exit and you try to ignore the whistle from one of the men as Fives chuckles, shaking his head. “Animals aren’t they, Mesh’la?”
You hadn’t known this side to any of the clones you’d served with, albeit you were just a medic, none of them had ever been this relaxed around you. The entire time you had been in the GAR, it had been lonely. There was no one to celebrate with after battle, no late night conversations between friends, no one to just sit with and cry when you weren’t able to save a life. But walking through the corridors with Fives somehow made it all worth it.
“You did great, sweetheart, I��m impressed.” Fives brings the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of the clear liquid as you stop outside of your door. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” His tongue darts out to lick the vodka off his lips and you can’t help but let your eyes linger there after the action. His gaze is already meeting yours when you look up, heat flickering in his eyes like the flame of a candle - he’s caught you staring.
Fives’ hand comes up to hold your waist once more, his grip tighter now, drawing you closer like you were a flower he wanted to admire. The scent of vodka from his breath intoxicates you, and you find yourself hypnotised, leaning closer. You don’t know what causes it, but at the last moment he freezes, his hand falling from your waist to press the panel outside your door, opening it.
“Goodnight.” He gives a tight-lipped smile before stepping away, walking back down the corridor in the direction of the barracks. Despite the heavy sweatshirt and warmth of the vodka in your blood, you feel empty as you enter your dark room. You find yourself lying awake in your bunk as you work through a mixture of disappointment, embarrassment, and something that ignites an ache between your thighs. 
He stopped himself from kissing you, and you didn’t know why.
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You know your way back, he doesn’t need to walk you, yet he always does. It’s been almost 8 standard months since you were transferred to the 501st, you could practically navigate your way around blindfolded. So, you know you're about to turn onto the corridor your room is on when he speaks.
“You didn’t drink.” 
Your mouth goes dry, it’s like you’ve just eaten a whole pack of ration crackers while sitting in the Tatooine desert with no water. The lights above feel harsher, as if you’re under a spotlight on the Medbay examination table, and Fives is the one inspecting you. He’s peering at you from the corner of your vision, gauging your reaction to his statement. 
“What are you talking about, Fives?” You shrug in an attempt to appear nonchalant, but unfortunately due to his metabolism he was as sober as you, meaning he was just as observant. You couldn’t brush off his attention when he places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your place just as you round a corner. From here you can see the door to your room, the third from the end. It’s taunting you at how close you were to getting away with the secret you’d been keeping against your chest.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” His free hand grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing your attention to him. You swallow as he draws your face closer, eyes raking over your features as he gives a small shake of his head. “You didn’t drink.”
“Yes I did.” Your voice is impressively steady, you’re good at bluffing. Fives already knows this, but he knows you better, and his eyes dart down in search of something. Your fingertip presses against the edge of your thumb in a movement that Fives had catalogued in his brain since that day you beat Rex at Sabbac.
The credit drops. You can see the moment it registers in Fives’ brain as his jaw goes slack, his grip on your chin loosening.
“Are you a- mph!” Your hand covers his mouth and you push him to the wall before he can shout aloud what you’ve kept unsaid for your whole time in the GAR. Fives was an ARC trooper, he could easily push you away, but his muscles seem to weaken against your grip. You feel the resistance in his body melt under your touch, as his eyes soften just above where your hand covers his mouth.
“I know you’re a loud mouth but please,” Your voice is low, urgent, as you give him a warning look, your face burning from embarrassment as he’s just come to the realisation of why you didn’t drink. You didn’t have any number to drink for. You can see him linking it together in his head - why you turned down flirtatious advances from his brothers, why he walked you back alone after every late night. It was why your body was so responsive to every small touch and honeyed word from his lips; like a flower chasing fleeting sunlight in the late afternoon. “Just this once, Fives, keep your voice down.” 
Fives gives a short nod down at you, assuring you he’ll be quiet. His fingers loop around your wrist, tugging your hand from his mouth. You unsuccessfully try to ignore the way his lips had felt against your skin, you’re so caught on the small patch of wetness on your palm that you miss the clench of his jaw and flash of emotions in his eyes.
“You’ve really never..?” He trails off, the words settling into the small gap between you, they’re not taunting or teasing, they’re simply disbelieving. Even though he’s released your wrist now, it’s still suspended in the air, as if you’ve been frozen in carbonite. You’re afraid to move away, that it would be just like all those months ago, that the moment would be shattered and lost.
Your breaths are mingling together, you’re like an asteroid orbiting, drawing closer and closer to his planet, bracing for impact. Fives is unblinking, waiting for the answer he already knows, but needs to hear for himself. 
“No.” 
Something stirs in the depths of Fives’ eyes and there’s a tension you could almost reach out and grasp from the air. Your body acts on its own, hand breaking free from its frozen stupor to find interest in a small scar on his jaw. You remember treating the small cut, he never even flinched, but you had let him hold your hand anyways. ‘It’s for comfort’, Fives had told you, accompanied by the usual sly wink that made it all the more difficult for your free hand to remain steady when you cleaned the cut.
Fives’ eyes slip closed when your fingertips graze against the shining scar, his breathing becoming carefully controlled. You recognise the pattern, it’s the same pace it was during the times he would take you to the training rooms, his body pressed to yours as he taught you to shoot. He would chuckle into your ear when your hands would shake, causing you to miss.
Your hands are steady now, no signs of the trembling are evident when you raise your attention higher. Your finger traces its way over the inky ‘5’ on his temple, and you’re about to move it away but you find yourself held in place, fingers still pressed against the tattoo.
Fives’ constant touches were always casual, fleeting, and meaningless. But this? This was deliberate. 
His gloved hand is circled around the bare skin of your wrist once more, keeping your fingers pressed against his temple. After a short, breathless moment, he moves your hand, but not to push it away this time. He pulls it closer, making your fingers trace across his cheekbone, against his warm skin all the way on a deliberate path to his mouth. 
Fives’ lips ghost across your fingertips and in contrast to his rough exterior and battle scarred skin, they’re soft. Just above the point of your fixation is his heavy stare, focused and serious, like you’re his target in the heat of battle.
Your heart is thrumming against your ribcage like blaster fire and you wonder if he can feel the pulse in your wrist through his gloves at the sheer force of it. There’s barely any space between the two of you, and it only lessens with every beat of your heart.
“Just… stay still for a second, please,” Fives’ eyes burn into yours and he’s like a black hole orbiting you, pulling you in with his gravity. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His voice is a strained whisper, just cosmic background noise, all you can focus on is how his breath fans across your lips. 
His eyes close again when you nod, and you allow yourself to slip away into the same darkness as he consumes all of your senses.
The touch is light, a soft brush of his lips against your own, and the gentle contact has a shiver running through your body. His hand has placed your palm back to his jaw, covering it with his own as he pulls you in deeper. The second kiss is more confident, the swipe of his tongue over your lower lip has the world around you dissolving into a meaningless void as he becomes the centre of your universe. 
Before you can part your lips for him, Fives pulls away, just enough so he can look at you. There’s a dazed expression on his face, like he’s been concussed but is strangely happy about it. The momentary bewilderment melts away into an unusually shy smile and he’s about to kiss you again when you’re interrupted. There's laughter echoing from the direction you just came and Fives pulls back further, a suddenly serious look taking over his face.
You’re filled with a strange sense of deja vu when he steps away, your heart already sinking. Before you can open your mouth to apologise for getting carried away, to try and repair whatever strain the kiss could have put on your friendship, you’re being pulled along by his gentle grasp. Fives is making urgent paces down the short walk to your door, slamming his free hand to the control panel to get you both away from whatever prying eyes may have stumbled upon your private moment.
The door whooshes down to swallow you both in the darkness of your room and just like all those months ago, your back is pressed against the cool durasteel door. Only this time, you’re on the other side of it.
You immediately miss the warmth his body has been providing you with when he walks over to your desk, fumbling in the darkness from your lamp switch. Your lips still tingle from where his own were pressed against yours, and you swear you can still taste him.
The room is poorly illuminated from the dim bulb, but it's enough to highlight the figure of Fives leaning over your desk and you take in the full sight of him. He’s still wearing his armour from the waist down, but his upper half is only dressed in his tight blacks, and the lamp casts shadows that accentuate every ridge of muscle. It’s times like this where you’re reminded the man in front of you isn’t just your best friend, but also a highly decorated ARC Trooper, a man who spends most of his days in battle.
The serious look doesn’t leave his face, even when he’s moved back in front of you, blocking out the rest of your room with his large frame. At some point in the darkness, Fives has removed his gloves, allowing you to feel the rough skin of his hand as it cups your face. His thumb tugs at your lower lip, smearing saliva across the swollen skin as he teases the sensitive flesh. You can make out the apprehensive desire in his eyes as he marvels down at your mouth, before looking up to meet your gaze once more.
“Kriff, I…” His voice is light, and there’s an uncertain, almost desperate edge to it before he swallows it down. “Sweetheart, do you want this?” 
It would be easy to lie to the both of you and back out. You never expected to meet anyone when you enlisted into the GAR straight from your medical school. Back then you had wanted to be a doctor, it was expected of you by your family, you sacrificed your entire social life to work for it. 
You were never given the luxury of free-time, how could you ever have met anyone when all you did in your later teen years, when all your friends were partying and meeting their partners, was study? It was never a case that you didn’t want to be with anyone, but life simply prevented you from it. You were in your third year when the war broke out, two more years at the university and you would have graduated, but instead you decided to take your study credits and enlist as a medic. In less than a standard rotation from the moment you notified the university, you were on a transport to your first assignment.
You had let your work and the war rob you of so many experiences, you wouldn’t let them take this from you too. You wouldn’t let them take him from you too.
“Yes, Fives.” You nod, allowing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders. You’re sure of this, sure of him.
“Tell me to stop,” There’s a hunger in Fives’ eyes when you say his name and his lips press back to yours in a kiss that’s over far too quickly. “At any time, tell me to stop.” He’s holding your face still, unmoving until he has your consent.
“Okay.” There’s no reluctance in your tone, just a breathless need that makes Fives’ jaw tick.
Fives exhales, his shoulders relaxing and your eyes close again in anticipation, awaiting his kiss. But instead you feel the heat of his forehead press to yours, as if he’s anchoring himself against you, just for a moment.
“Okay, sweetheart.” His mouth is instantly on yours, his right hand still cups your jaw, but his left slips around your back in search of the zip on your uniform. He makes quick work of pulling the zipper down to loosen the material from your skin, and both hands travel down to your hips, tugging at the edge of the fabric.
“Hands up.” Fives’ voice is low in your ear as he presses a kiss to your hairline, and you raise your arms, allowing him to slip the top from your body. He discards it on the floor, not wanting to waste any time that could be spent with his hands on your exposed skin.
Fives is slower this time. Each movement is purposeful when he guides you both towards your small bunk, his tongue slipping past your lips in a kiss that makes you dizzy as you taste him in your mouth. 
When the back of your knees meet the edge of your bunk, Fives’ lips begin to trail down your body. His path starts at the soft skin of your now exposed cleavage, and continues down past your bra, over the smooth skin of your stomach. There’s a soft scrape when his armour makes contact with the floor, he’s dropping to a kneeling position with his lips hovering over your abdomen. You look down at the man kneeling before you with his fingers hooked in the waistband of your uniform leggings, and you can’t help but smile. Fives pauses momentarily, sending a wink up at you before he tugs the fabric down, exposing the flesh of your legs. 
“Lay down.” Fives whispers, and you can feel his warm breath tickle your stomach.
You settle backwards onto the bunk, allowing Fives to remove your leggings entirely, along with your shoes. You’re left in just your simple, black GAR issued bra and panties. It’s nothing special by any means, but Fives eyes you as if you’re an oasis he’s stumbled upon in the middle of a month-long battle. One meant only for him.
You let your eyes slip closed as you hear the familiar noise of his armour being removed, clattering to the floor. It’s something you’ve heard many times when he’s come to relax with you on an evening and you find yourself counting each piece removed as a distraction until bare fingers brush your knee. It’s a comforting touch to draw you back to him.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at me.” Fives is sat just between your legs, bare aside from tight boxers that leave little of his anatomy to the imagination. You already knew what clones looked like naked, you had treated enough of them to not be phased by any part of their body. But a clone on a Medbay table was different to your best friend whose lips were pressing to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Is this okay?”
He inhales against your panties and you attempt to swallow your embarrassment and nervousness at the sight of your friend between your legs with only a thin layer of fabric between you. The sight of his ever-present smile between your legs sends a flood of heat through your body before it concentrates in your lower stomach.
When you don’t reply immediately, he pulls back slightly, giving the thigh he’s hooked over his shoulder a light squeeze. His brown eyes are filled with concern, searching your expression for any hesitation. 
“You still with me?” His thumb traces patterns against your skin, each movement only encouraging the fire in your body.
“I’m still with you,” You nod, watching as something lights up in his eyes. “What are you-“ 
Fives immediately silences your question with an action. His wet, open mouth presses to your thigh again and you feel yourself exposed to him when he hooks a finger in your panties, pulling them to the side. 
“I’m taking my time with you Mesh’la.” His hot breath fans over your now exposed cunt and you fight the urge to clasp your legs together, you’ve never felt more vulnerable lying in your bunk, entirely bare to the person you trust most and it’s a vulnerability that makes your heart race as if you’re under attack. 
Fives seems to sense your nervousness as he holds your knees firmly apart with his shoulders and free hand, keeping your legs open for him to litter small kisses on your inner thighs, all the while keeping you exposed for him. 
“Focus on me, Cyar'ika.”
Before your apprehension can get the better of you, Fives is licking a slow, experimental stripe up your slit, parting your folds with his tongue. His eyes are on yours the whole time, studying the awed look on your face and gasps of pleasure when his tongue runs over your clit.
Fives shakes his head, grumbling something under his breath. Before you can decipher it, he’s using one hand to lift your hips from the bed while his other practically tears the panties from your body, leaving you in just your bra. Strong hands move to grip the top of your thighs and pull you to him so he can secure his mouth to your core without obstruction, filling the room with wet, desperate noises as he laps at your cunt. 
Your hands twist in the thin bed sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as his tongue delves inside you. His mouth is attached to you like you’re his last meal before an execution, the first drop of water after a mission on a desert planet, something he’s denied himself for far too long.
One of his fingers circles your entrance and your eyes snap open, finding him already looking up at you with a question in his gaze, asking for permission. You can only nod, not trusting your ability to speak with Fives’s tongue dragging slow circles around your clit. 
Your head slumps back to the floor when he proceeds with your consent, the sensation is entirely foreign as you feel his digit sink into you, testing your tightness. Your own fingers were nothing in comparison to his, even just the one is beginning to stretch you.
“Fives…” Your breathless plea encourages him and your teeth sink into your lower lip as he adds another finger to stretch you further. You let out a small whimper at the slight burn and he slows his movements slightly to allow you time to adjust.
“Shh, Mesh’la,” He changes the angle slightly, massaging his fingertips against the walls of your cunt as they search for a particularly sensitive spot. Your body jolts, arching towards him when he finds it, and a moan escapes you. “That’s it, relax.” 
The heat in your core is building as you grow wetter, making it easy for him to work his fingers into your tight hole, only adding to the growing pleasure building in every part of you, begging to escape. He presses his thumb to your swollen clit, one goal in mind.
“Need to make sure you’re ready for me, Cyar'ika.”
Fives withdraws his fingers from your gushing cunt, his hands instead moving from under your thighs and securing themselves back to their original position on your knees, keeping your trembling legs open as he continues to suck lightly on your clit when you reach your climax. Your body shakes, set alight with pleasure that’s only intensified by the way his head rests against your thigh, looking up at you as if committing the moment to memory.
When you finally relax against the bed, the pleasure having temporarily robbed your body of energy, you expect him to be done and move onto the next step. Instead, he lets out a low chuckle and begins circling your clit with his thumb once more. 
“Do you think you can give me another one, Mesh’la?” His soft smile contrasts his words, but his eyes gleam with mischief when you whisper a small ‘yes’ in response.
He’s using just his fingers this time, two of them working you in a scissoring motion, stretching your walls as his other hand slips between you and the mattress. His fingers expertly find the clasp to your bra, freeing you from the last item of your clothing.
His pupils are dilated, drinking in the sight of your writhing body, now entirely bare for him. He leans back slightly, taking in every detail, something between a smile and a smirk on his lips when his eyes focus on his own fingers pumping in your tight hole. The moment he feels your orgasm hit, cunt tightening around his fingers, he descends on you once more. Teeth pulling at your nipple, his thumb secured to your clit as he lets you ride out your orgasm, your hips attempt to grind up against his hand, chasing pleasure.
The world is falling back into place around you when he shifts his weight on the bed, and you hear the final piece of clothing hit the floor.
Fives is kneeling in front of you, a hand on each of your knees as you take in the sight of his bare body. His large cock makes the breath hitch in your throat, but he presses a soft kiss against your lips, prepared to ease the tension that threatens to overwhelm your body. His eyes are filled with a warmth that reassures you when he pulls back to press another kiss against your forehead, “You can take it, Cyar'ika, I’ll go slow.”
Fives settles his hips between your parted thighs, hooking one of your legs over his waist to keep you open beneath him. Soft lips ghost over yours and you feel the head of his cock settle against your entrance.
“Are you ready?” His thumb brushes along your jaw, a loving reminder that it’s your best friend above you, the person you trust the most. The same man who you would stay up with late at night after every difficult battle, who you would always pick up an extra ration bar for, the man you were in love with. 
“Yes.” Your eyes slip closed as you press your lips back to his.
The initial pressure of his cock entering you gives way to a sharp pinch that causes you to suck in a sharp breath through your teeth. Despite all of Fives’s efforts to prepare you, the unfamiliar pain seizes your body in an uncomfortable grasp.
“Relax for me, Cyar'ika.” He murmurs the assurance against your mouth, forcing his own breathing to slow, unconsciously prompting you to calm down. A hand presses to the underside of your thigh, pushing it upwards as he rolls his hips into you, he’s only halfway inside and you try to force yourself to relax around his impressive girth.
“That’s my girl.” He groans into your neck as his hand drops from your thigh to drag precise circles around your tight clit. The added layer of stimulation makes you gush around the half of his length inside you, making it easier to take his cock, but he doesn’t push any deeper. Instead he rocks his hips in a shallow motion, allowing you to adjust to this size first.
“Shh, don’t worry, Mesh’la,” He strokes your hair, continuing to press soft kisses of assurance to your mouth as he works your clit in time with his shallow thrusts. “It’ll be easier once you cum with me inside you, then you’ll be more relaxed for me.”
Fives’ hips pick up their pace, but he still limits himself, expertly watching your body's reactions to his cock. He’s continuously ensuring he doesn't go too fast, too hard, too deep. It’s a balancing act, one he seems to be perfect at with the way he already has the beginnings of another orgasm taking grasp of your body.
“Fives!”
You’re grinding helplessly against him now, one hand on his tanned chest and the other grasping at the short hair on the back of his head. Between Fives’s whispered words of adoration in your ear, you can make out the wet noises as he thrusts inside you, each movement causing more of your wetness to drip between your joined bodies, smearing you both with your arousal.
You’re hooked onto his words like a lifeline as he guides you through the experience.
“Kriff-” He shakes his head as he takes in the sight of you cumming around his cock. But it’s not lust in his eyes, it’s something far more intense. “I promised I wouldn’t do this..” His voice is strained, like he’s trying to keep the words inside of him. 
Before you can even catch your breath fully to ask what he means, your world is spinning when he pulls you upwards, slotting himself underneath you so you can no longer try to read the emotions in his face. Your back is now pressed to his chest, his body supporting you to stay upright and he’s hooking his right hand under your knee, spreading you apart.
His chin rests on top of your head, the position allowing him a full view of your body as his cock enters your cunt from behind; it’s more than before, but still not the full length. Your right arm curls up around behind you to hold the back of Fives’ neck, needily pulling him closer in the moment as you writhe against his body.
“Look at that, Cyar'ika,”  You feel the rumble in his chest just as much as you hear it, and it draws your attention down to your joined bodies. He shifts slightly to support your head as you catch glimpses of his cock disappearing into your tight hole in a series of shallow, restrained thrusts. “Look how perfectly we fit together.”
His eyes remain locked on your body, the way your chest heaves and cunt tightens, dripping down his cock as you cum once more, you’re already losing count. From what you were always told by friends when you were in University, losing your virginity was supposed to be a far cry from this. In fact you don’t think a single one of your friends had cum when losing theirs, and yet here you were, the room almost spinning from the pleasure Fives had given you.
Fives chuckles at the blissful look on your face as he pulls his hand from your clit, allowing you to relax against his larger frame. “You are really something else, Cyar'ika.” He’s slower this time when he rolls you both over once more, cradling the back of your head as he rests you back onto the pillows. 
He resumes his original position above you, thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. His eyes are full of adoration when he looks down at you, and there’s no trace of the painful stretch from earlier when he slides the full length of his cock inside you this time.
He’s been so focused on your pleasure that his own has been forgotten, but you see the evidence of it. He’s coated in a sheen of sweat that makes him appear like one of those glossy paintings in the art galleries on Coruscant. He’s an artwork, beautifully crafted, every muscle in his body coiled tight in restraint as his hips grind against yours. 
It’s your turn to touch him this time, to appreciate every bit of the vulnerability in his face as he presses his forehead against yours and you angle your face upwards to steal a kiss. A tortured moan escapes his lips as his thrusts only increase in speed, he’s clinging onto you like it’s his sole purpose.
“Where?” His breathing is ragged against your neck.
You make a confused noise in response and he curses something in Mando’a.
“Where do you want me to cum, Mesh’la, hm?”
You‘re speechless from the pleasure, but thankfully your body answers for you, already locking your legs around his hips to keep you joined together.
“Alright, Cyar'ika, inside it is.” There’s a soft rumble of amusement against your throat before his mouth finds yours again. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, both of them seeking to drag you closer. You’re two stars colliding in the void of the universe, no longer orbiting each other, instead becoming one as your light drowns out all darkness around the pair of you.
His name is falling from your lips, cries of it suffocated against him when his tongue slips into your mouth. Fives empties himself inside you, his cock unloading a flood of warmth that already overspills, leaking from your cunt with every slow movement of his hips. He pulls back, an unreadable emotion in his eyes before he buries his face in your hair, distracting himself by stroking at your burning skin. You stay there as you both begin to calm, hearts beating in sync with one another as your bodies remain joined.
He’s breathing heavily in your ear, an affirmation that you haven’t died and ascended to some afterlife when he drags his hips away from yours, leaving you empty as he stands up. 
“Where are you going?” You hate yourself for sounding so needy, but with his cum leaking from between your thighs, how could you not. You knew it was common for men to leave straight after sex. You’ve caught some of the boys’ one night stands sneaking out barely ten minutes after they had been brought to the barracks, hair messy and clothes dishevelled. 
“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not leaving.” He winks at you before disappearing into the small fresher joined to your room. You hear the water running for what seems like far too long, before he returns with a warm washcloth.
“Gotta clean us up before we make a mess on the bed, I’m not falling asleep in a wet patch.” He settles back between your legs, whispering soothing praises as he cleans your combined fluids. He’s thorough, making sure there’s no trace of him left before he presses a kiss to your inner thigh and discards the cloth into your laundry basket.
“C’mere.” He settles down next to you, lifting an arm to allow you to curl up against him and he pulls the bed covers over your waists. “You did so well, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, basking in a moment neither of you want to end. It’s sweet, intimate, and perfect. 
Yet you can’t stop yourself from asking the question.
“What did you mean when you said you promised you wouldn’t do this?” 
He pauses, an awkward smile tugging at his lips, you’d never seen him nervous like this, a blush creeping into his cheeks that he can’t even blame on the sex. “Caught that did you?”
You nod, biting the inside of your cheek. Your cards were on the table, it’s only fair that his should be too.
“I suppose it’s only fair given that I didn’t let you get away with not drinking.” There’s a nervous edge to his laugh as he drags you closer to him, like he’s afraid you could disappear at any given moment.
“Do you remember the first time we played Sabbac, you kicked Rex’s ass, and I walked you back to your room?”
You nod slightly. The memory still plagued your thoughts on sleepless nights, it embedded itself in a playlist of embarrassing moments that liked to keep you awake. Yet, it also featured on the list of thoughts that had your legs twisted in the bed sheets as you imagine what would have happened if he did kiss you that night. 
“I wanted to kiss you, but I couldn’t.” He sighs regretfully, admitting the truth he had been fighting against all of the months since that night.
“I think you’d only been here for what - a month?” You feel his laugh against your cheek as it rumbles in his chest. “And I couldn’t get you out of my damn head, I even made Echo fake being sick once just so I had an excuse to come to the Medbay and talk to you.” You remembered, and now felt slightly bad for insisting you give Echo all those unnecessary virus and anti-nausea shots.
“I needed the excuses to see you, because if I didn’t, and I saw you without them, it’d mean something that I’d been avoiding.” He trails off, trying to find a way to put it into words, it wasn’t something he had ever been good at. But he would try, for you he would try.
“The rest of the boys found out because I called you my girlfriend once when Kix gave me some of the heavy stuff in those green syringes.” He laughs, shaking his head and your mind begins to put the pieces together, that’s why they teased him so often about it. “They all promised they wouldn’t tell you how I felt though - I wanted to be the one to tell you.”
He drags a hand down his face, his jaw tenses. “And then I got jealous when I saw that Sergeant from the 104th talking to you, how he had his hands on you,” He shakes his head, an irritated look playing on his face, both at the other trooper, and his own actions on that night. “Thought I blew my shot, and I tried to cover it the only way I knew how.”
Your mind recalls him and the Twi’lek making a beeline for the 79’s freshers, how just a month ago you ended up crying in the alleyway, it was like taking a blaster bolt to your chest. No amount of Bacta could fix the pain that night, but you had certainly tried to heal it with whiskey.
“But I didn’t do it, and it’s not like Echo said, not because I couldn't,” He pulls himself back from you, but continues to hold you, to keep you in the moment with him as he explains what happens, a regretful look on his face. “It’s because she wasn’t you, Cyare.”
He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and your fingers trace over the tattoo again, just for a moment, just until he finds the strength inside of him; the strength to override his programmed instincts to be a loyal, unattached soldier and nothing more.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t…” Fives trails off, opening his eyes. He needs to see your reaction, whether it’s good or bad, he needs to know. “Fall in love with you.”
You wonder if this is what the Jedi feel with the force around them, but instead of the whole world, you just feel Fives. The warmth of his skin under your fingers, the certainty in his eyes, the utter devotion for you in his voice as he fights against every form of conditioning he’s received.
“Fives, you idiot…” His expression is concerned at first until he sees your teary eyes and beaming smile. “I love you too.”
You had loved him since the moment he kissed your knuckles on your first day in the Medbay, every interaction after that only strengthened the bond between you.
Fives smiles down at you, his quiet laughs tickle your skin with warm air as you’re lured back into his embrace. He laughs disbelievingly, shaking his head as he allows his body to press back against yours, a perfect fit.
“We have so much time to make up for, sweetheart.” 
You never want to lose this feeling, his lips marking your body, peppering reminders everywhere that you’re his, you have been since the moment that fateful order flashed up on your datapad. You’re anchored, attached, tethered to him - whatever word you want to give it, you’re his.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months ago
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M-May I kindly ask for a Gambit x Reader headcanon but the reader is a mutant who can travel through the shadows but due to their lack of control over their sanity it restrains them from staying in the shadows too long as it drains their awareness and mental stability? And the Reader usually suffers from anxiety and is always so paranoid so they put up a sassy sarcastic persona to hide it from all except Gambit?🥹
Def not inspired by an oc naw naw
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A/n: love this so much, the creativity is so just 🤌🏽🤌🏽
remy masterlist ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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𝜗❀᧓ he finds your mutation super fucking awesome and cool. He finds it interesting.
𝜗❀᧓ the both of you quickly became friends when you first joined the school, he was actually your first friend. He quickly falls for you. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fall for him and his charm.
𝜗❀᧓ you both got together after about a year or two of pining for each other !
𝜗❀᧓ He is pretty observant when it comes to you, and he is quick to pick up on how drained you feel after using your powers. He notices the dark circles under your eyes and the way your smile fades when you have to use your powers during missions.
𝜗❀᧓ he questions you about it, but you just tell him everything’s alright, brushing it off as nothing. You crack a joke, hoping it’ll get him to change the conversation.
But he can see it in your eyes that your lying. He knows you too well. He brushes it off for now, deciding to wait until you both were alone to ask again
𝜗❀᧓ finally, you tell him. You tell him why you barely use your powers, why you don’t use them when you don’t have to. The giant weight being lifted off of your chest feels amazing after you confess and confide in him.
𝜗❀᧓ let’s just say, one time, you’re on a mission with him. There’s an enemy, and you’re lurking in the dark warehouse. He and some of the others are watching from behind, unable to tell what’s going on. It was supposed to be a recon mission.
Something happens, you end up getting hurt before Remy can even reach you. As soon as it happens and he hears your screams, he’s running out faster than anyone else. Running to you.
Basically, he feels horrible, as if it’s his fault. He’s carrying you back into the jet after he takes out the enemies.
“Stay with me, cher.” He’s mumbling out to you when you’re slipping in and out of consciousness.
He knew that traveling in the shadows was dangerous and lessened your awareness, but he let you do it anyways. He felt terrible for a while. But you had to reassure him it wasn’t necessarily his fault, and that you knew the risk and took it.
𝜗❀᧓ safe to say he doesn’t let you go alone after that.
𝜗❀᧓ your paranoia and anxiety also get worse when you’re in the shadows. When he notices your nervous face and your fleeting eyes, he puts his hand over yours. Your hands jerk a bit, flinching at the sudden touch, ready to almost fight him, but you relax, remembering it’s just Remy.
𝜗❀᧓ he also makes sure that you know you don’t have to put up a front in front of him.
“You don’t needa do t’at wit’ Remy.” He tells you quietly when you try to push him away, telling him that he’s being dramatic and that you’re okay when he expresses his concern.
yeah, I’d cry in his arms.
𝜗❀᧓ he’s glad that you feel like you can share a part and pieces of yourself that you can’t share with anyone else. He always is going on about how lucky he is to be yours.
𝜗❀᧓ he also always keeps a lil night light in his room for you. Makes sure that there’s always some sort of light in the room <3
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ya-what--ya-erster · 21 days ago
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Listen to me ramble about amputee Soda okay. BE WARNED THO ITS A LIL GORE-Y FOR A SEC THERE
I’m no longer waiting for someone to ask me. Let’s talk about Soda okay. Specifically my dear and beloved amputee Soda (which is an hc that I found in my notes from when I first read the book in 7th grade btw).
SO! Since it is apparent unspecified in the book what event Soda rides in. Bareback. Because I said and as a country person I would know. Rule of thumb for this post is as a country person I would know.
So obviously in the book Soda had to stop riding (because he tore his ACL I believe) BUT I have made it more tragic.
Instead, due to a series of events, Soda’s leg is absolutely *shattered*. Like. Bones sticking out shattered. Terrible, disgusting, think ten times the worst injury you’ve ever seen. (To continue on, the series of events which I mentioned is that he gets hung up and kicked, comes off the horse and lands on the leg weird, proceeds to be knocked to the ground and stepped on at full bucking force twice, and then additionally is stepped on by the pickup man’s horse that is throwing a fit. This is a goshdamn dangerous sport and this is all fairly possible. I want to say rare but honestly shit happens)
And obviously the exact second anyone sees it they know it’s all over. His family is worried for his life.
And his life doesn’t end but his career as a bareback rider who had *just seconds before his injury* qualified for the NFR (National Finals Rodeo for yall who have no clue what I’m talking about. Go watch a rodeo holy shit).
None of his family, him included, actually know how it works to be lacking a limb.
What they learn is that it’s expensive. That goshdamned prosthetic is expensive. But they want for Soda to be able to continue on with his life, so they take that chunk out of their bank account and do this for him.
It takes Soda a long time to figure out how to walk good. And he suffers awful phantom pain, especially after waking up from a gore-y nightmare about the accident that’s printed to the back of his eyelids.
but again things continue on. So yay for that!!!
now for just the bullet points cause I can
-he’s absolutely torn about not getting to ride anymore
-he can fight still. Ask the soc whos ass he kicked at the rumble. Maybe he’s not too fast but bro can pack a punch or six
-Darry and Pony try to be sympathetic to the fact that Soda still can have a hard time (mentally) but they really just don’t understand until they loose their parents. Because until then Darry and Pony had never truly lost anything, and Soda had.
-soda can’t bring himself to go to rodeos anymore because it makes him so so sad
-is the Ultimate Annoyed because yeah sure girls flirt with him a lot but after the accident all the flirting feels like sympathy and he don’t need that from them
-is even more drawn to Chet than before because Chet is still an absolute BITCH to him (just. Just a little. It’s guy flirting but soda can’t see that) and it makes him unreasonably happy
-like their first interaction after the accident goes like: “Hey, grease!” “Yup.” “I’m gonna kick your ass to Canada if you don’t get the fuck out of my sight” “ain’t ya gonna be nice to me cause a this” “I’ll keep it as a souvenir if you keep talking”
-but then they fall in love ofc
-the leg is names Angelica by the way.
-he wears long pants to cover it up even tho everyone knows about it, and compensates for that covered skin by Never Wearing A Shirt
-he absolutely uses it as an excuse for everything. Like sometimes it’s reasonable but sometimes it’s like “soda can yo pass the peas?” “No.” “Why” “Angelica.”
-at first he was really self conscious but after a good while he gets used to it and isn’t as bothered
-“Do you need help-“ “YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!”
-(I’ve written this part into the thing I’m writing but) Chet: is there anything you can do with just your hands? Soda: YOU
-two bit had hidden Angelica as a prank on more than one occasion
-soda also uses crutches instead of Angelica sometimes
-“you have two feet for a reason!” “HOLY SHIT ITS A MIRACLE!”
-“I’m gonna kick your ass.” (Proceeds to swing angelica unthreateningly in pony’s direction)
-“WATCH THIS!” (Stands for .5 seconds without Angelica and then has to get stitches on his head from falling down the porch steps)
“Don’t do horses kids” whenever anyone asks what happened (in reality tho he probably talks to people about how dangerous rodeo is. He tries to talk Chet and Dally out of competing but they won’t listen)
-“I’m not clumsy at all.” (Falls. Stitches again cause he hit the table)
-(has his leg showing) twobit: “you’re gonna scare the kids” soda: “what kids?” Twobit (joking): “Me.”
-“I’ll shove it up your ass no hesitation.”
-talks to Angelica casually to annoy Darry
-he let two bits little sister paint the “nails” on Angelica because “she wants to be pretty”
don’t question me for hells sake I did my research best I could and I know a lot about rodeo and stuff so like. Kindly correct me if I’ve been offensive but babe. On the topic of is this accident possible I know. I am aware. I have seen shit. Nothing this bad but this similar. Also go watch eight seconds it’s a true story people ACTUALLY HAVE DIED so don’t come after me on that bit. Hope you enjoyed.
BUT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT I BEG YOU
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sapphicdib · 1 year ago
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Your cycle consumes itself. What have you become?
(ˡᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ᶜᵘᵗ)
SO THIS IS MY INV VS SAINT AU!! It started as a shitpost and uh. Spiralled. Out of control. And now it’s genuine lol.
Enot and Saint are basically mortal enemies, and Saint needs to get Enot OUT OF THE CYCLES in order to continue his work, because this damn horny bastard won’t stop hunting him down…for some reason. Isn’t ascension the greatest gift you can bestow upon the creatures suffering in this barren wasteland? At least Saint thinks that. Inv, on the other hand, does not.
Enot stumbles upon Pebbles while passing through the silent construct, trying to find food one day. He takes a liking to this half-dead pink toaster, bringing him scraps of fabric as blankets and lanterns, and the best part…talking to him. Inv, somehow, can talk to iterators. And despite Pebbles’ very limited ability to reply, he does appreciate the company, and slowly the cycles become less agonizing. Pebbles has a friend. However, when Saint finds him, his immediate reaction is to attempt to ascend him—and he is tackled by a very angry slugcat, hissing and spitting at him in defence of its friend.
When Saint attempts to ascend him, he misses, just barely clipping Enot’s tail and glitching him half-out of reality. He then realizes, to his horror, that his karma seems to be draining. Whatever the hell this thing is, it’s dangerous, and Saint retreats to restore his karma (and heal some of the nasty wounds Enot gave him).
Inv turns back to see Pebbles, staring at him in pure fear, before he simply whispers out a “Thank…you…”. And that’s when Inv makes it his mission to save Pebbles (and everyone else) from Saint.
This leads to Inv running around the map, hot on Saint’s heels, trying to get any and all the iterators to figure out a way to get off their damn strings and LIVE again! Most of them are collapsed or semi-collapsed, so it’ll be an uphill battle, but when a glitchy, teleporting slugcat with the ability to speak tells you to do something…you’d be kinda inclined to do it.
Anyways the reason Enot can’t be ascended is because he is happy to give in to every single one of the great taboos. Wrath, Lust, Friendship, Gluttony, and Self Preservation. He revels in them. And if he can help the others experience them, and become happy with living again, they’ll be immune too! Also he is ridiculously OP to the point of him basically just having DevTools active because I think it’s Funny. He can glitch-teleport and drains the karma of beings around him. He also talks super casually and I think it’s funny.
A little bit of their dynamic hehe:
“Hey, pal!”
“I would like you to stop calling me that, please. You may call me the Saint.”
“Ahah. Not happening.”
“You are incredibly disrespectful.”
“Hey man, I’m not the one calling myself a saint but then running around killing shit and acting like it’s a good thing.”
“You use such vulgar words. I ascend beings, freeing them from the torment of these endless cycles. It is my purpose.”
“Even the ones who don’t want to go? Bro, you don’t even ask. The last robot you almost merked was screaming “no wait” at you, and you still think you’re in the right here? You’re not some kind of righteous saint, that’s called being a fuckin’ serial killer.”
“You do not understand what you are talking about!”
“Whoa, buddy! Are you gettin’ mad? Ain’t that…a lil taboo? PFFT look at your face!”
“I am not tolerating this any longer. Goodbye.”
That’s all I can think of rn! Send asks if you like!
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alwaysonthemend · 1 year ago
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Author’s Note: I have FINALLY finished this fic that I started freaking forever ago. So sorry for the long wait. Life is crazy and unfortunately, I cannot prioritize writing smut over my other responsibilities as a person who works full time AND is suffering through college. Either way, I hope ya’ll enjoy! Sorry for any typos/mistakes. There’s probably more than usual because I was just trying to get this fic done as soon as possible since I have the time. 
Content Warnings: Fem!reader, m x f x m threesome (no slash), oral (m and f rec.), cussing, dirty talk, minor spit and cum play, slapping (like a lil bit), I think that’s it?. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI 
Word Count: 6072
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You have no excuse, really, for the way your eyes linger on him sometimes – like you can’t look away no matter how much you know you should. You’re happy with Jake, happier than you’ve ever been in other relationships. He more than satisfies you in bed and otherwise, and you truly have no idea why your thoughts wander the way they do towards your boyfriend’s best friend. It fills you with guilt – sometimes so overwhelming you can hardly look at either of them. And no matter how hard you try, that itch just won’t seem to go away. An itch for what? You’re not entirely sure. All you know is that it’s there, and that one of these days it’s going to drive you completely crazy. And a part of you welcomes the idea. 
Now, for instance, is one of those moments when you can’t peel your eyes away from him, eyes transfixed on the way his muscles ripple and flex deliciously with each movement – mercilessly pounding into his drum kit in a way that makes your mouth water. 
Your focus is torn, one half of you completely in awe as you watch Jake up there on that stage, thrusting his hips into his beloved guitar and as he allows his face to twist and contort into expressions that should be reserved for the bedroom. Sweat drips from him and his hair is stringy and wild, and the sight makes your thighs clench with need. 
But then you see him – just out of the corner of your eye, and you have to look. He’s sweaty too, and the power of his body makes your mouth run dry. Every movement is meticulous, effortlessly carrying the band and keeping everyone on pace while also delivering chest-rumbling beats that make you feel absolutely awash with need. You allow yourself to watch him for a moment longer, biting your lip between your teeth as heat washes over you – engulfing you with arousal and want. 
From your spot in the pit, you can see both of them so clearly. And, either fortunately or unfortunately for you, Jake can see you clearly, too. You cut your eyes from Danny quickly and lock eyes with him. Instantly, you can feel your cheeks flush as Jake quirks an eyebrow at you. Wanting to act as normal as possible in the hopes that he dismisses what he just saw, you give him a smile and an encouraging nod of your head. He smiles back before shifting his focus back to his performance. You breathe a sigh of relief, shoulders untensing as he turns away. 
The rest of the show goes off beautifully, and before you know it Jake is whisking you away to his dressing room to relieve the post-show adrenaline – something that’s become a bit of a tradition for the two of you. 
“Fuck, baby.” He mutters in your ear, pressing into you from behind as he pushes your chest into the wall. His lips hover just above your ear and you can feel his hot breath on you as he speaks. “I’m so fucking hard right now.” 
He’s not lying – you can feel his hard length where it’s pressing into your ass. You wiggle your hips, grinding down on him a little before you answer. 
“How could it not be after fucking your guitar on stage for hours on end?”
Jake growls and spins you around, using one arm to press into your chest. He’s got his free hand pressed into the wall, caging you in. He’s sweaty and the heat rolls off him in waves as he stares at you – a fire ablaze in his eyes. 
“You got a problem with the way I fuck my guitar?” 
You shake your head ‘no,’ a fresh wave of slick flooding your panties just at the thought of the things he does to that poor instrument. 
“Didn’t think so.” He attaches his lips to yours in a bruising kiss as he slots his thigh between your legs, pressing the thick muscle into your aching core. 
You whine and rock your hips against him, desperate for relief. 
“Jake. Fuck!” You whine, letting your head fall back with a thud against the wall behind you as he leaves searing kisses down your throat. 
Jake reaches a hand downwards, unzipping your skirt and pushing it off you. The fabric pools around your ankles and you whine as he cups your clothed pussy. 
“So desperate for it already?” He asks with a cocksure grin, pulling the soiled fabric of your panties halfway down your thighs before swiping a calloused finger through your folds. He plunges one talented finger inside of you, pumping in and out as his thumb rubs tight circles over your swollen clit. 
Breathless and needy moans fall from your lips like prayers, and part of you worries about others hearing you – but you can’t for the life of you hold the sounds in as he plays your pussy like you’re his guitar, effortlessly coaxing the sounds out of you. 
“You’re soaked, pretty girl.” He breathes out, rocking his own hips forward as he listens to the sounds you’re making. He adds another finger, curling them deliciously inside of you as he finds that special place that only he can. “All this for me?”
“All for you, Jake.” You stutter out through moans, spreading your legs as much as you can. His arm pressing against you is the only thing keeping you upright. 
“It’s not though, is it?” 
Your eyes spring open to stare at him, icy panic washing over you. His fingers don’t stop, but he’s pinning you with a look you can’t decipher. 
“What-what do you mean?” You ask him, fighting to get the words out as he presses his thumb harder against your clit. 
“I’m not blind, baby. I see the way you watch our sweet Daniel when you think I’m not looking.” 
Your eyes widen comically as your breath catches in your throat. Stunned, you say nothing as you stare at him. 
Jake rolls his eyes at you, pulling his fingers from your weeping cunt and sucking them into his mouth. He moans around them before releasing them with a wet pop. 
“Don’t act all coy now.” He says, stepping back from you to slip his jacket off before unbuttoning his suit pants and stepping out of them, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. 
You want to admire the tan, sweaty expanse of skin that lies before you, but the panic and fear is clouding your mind. 
“I watched you tonight… watching him and biting your lip the way you do when you’re horny.” Jake tells you, palming his hard cock through his boxers. 
You’re watching him with wide eyes, completely at a loss for what to say or do. You’ve never felt more exposed than you do right now: in nothing but your bra, your skirt and panties pooled around your ankles, and your deepest darkest secret being spoken about as if it’s nothing. Jake must sense your fear, as he closes the distance between the two of you. 
“It’s okay, baby.” He assures you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand – the softness of the gesture completely out of place in such a situation. It soothes you nonetheless. “I don’t mind it.” 
Your eyes widen as he pulls his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring completely free. The tip is flushed with arousal, and pearly drops of precum glisten on his tip. 
He holds his palm up to you, just below your chin. 
“Spit.” He commands, and you open your mouth and allow a string of drool to pool in his hand. “Good girl.” He says, wrapping his fist around his cock as he begins to pump himself with long, languid strokes, flicking his wrist every so often as his palm passes over the head.  
“Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me what you think about when you stare at him.” 
Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, nerve endings ablaze with arousal and fear – a delicious combination, if you’re being totally honest. Jake is looking at you like a tiger watches its prey, and his heaving chest and lust-blown eyes spur you on to speak. 
“I think about how strong he is.” You finally say, voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper. “I think about his shoulders… about how he could pick me up with so little effort – if he really wanted to.”
“Yeah?” Jake asks, groaning as you speak, hand working over himself quickly. “What else? I’m sure there’s more.” 
“I imagine him fucking me.” You admit, cheeks so hot it feels like you’re melting. “I imagine you both fucking me.” 
“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He moans, stopping his strokes and pressing in impossibly closer to you.
All you can do is watch, back pressed up against the wall, as he guides the velvety head of his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it over himself. 
He taps your thighs, signalling for you to jump. You comply, wrapping your legs around his hips as he holds you to him, using his body weight to press your back into the wall to keep you upright. 
“You imagine both of us? Worshipping this pretty, pink pussy?”
You nod, biting your lip as he finally slips his length inside of you, burying himself to the hilt as he groans deeply. 
You grip his shoulders with both hands, steadying yourself as he begins to piston his hips into you. You toss your head back and moan loudly at the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. 
“What if I told you that I’d like that very much?” He asks you, pressing his face close to you so that you’re almost kissing. 
“You would?’ You ask between pants, feeling the coil in your belly beginning to tighten. 
“So much, baby.” He grunts, voice thick and husky with lust. “I imagine the noises you’d make as we both take care of you. You’d be helpless… completely lost to the pleasure of having us both at your mercy.”
You whine at his words, and he grunts when you clench around him. 
“You know what else I’ve imagined, sweet girl?” 
“W-what have you imagined, Jake?” You can barely speak, mind foggy with pleasure as he pounds into you so hard – you know your back will be bruised tomorrow, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. 
“I imagine how pretty you’d look with your lips wrapped around his cock.” 
Without warning, your orgasm crashes through you – you practically scream as you finish, and wave upon wave of pleasure courses through your entire body. Suddenly, Jake pulls his length from you, feverishly stroking his cock before he finishes, painting his hand and your belly with his release. 
As you come down from your high, your mind is left reeling at what Jake just admitted – and of your own reaction to it. Jake brings his hand up to your mouth and you obediently lap up his release, moaning at the salty taste of him. Once you’re finished, he falls to his knees – licking through your folds to clean up your own release and his cum that covers your lower belly. He goes slowly, careful to not overstimulate your sensitive clit. If you were in a better state of mind, the action would have surely sent you spiralling into lust all over again. 
Once he rises, the two of you just stare at each other. You have no idea what you’re supposed to say now. 
“Baby,” Jake says sweetly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “if this is really something you want, I want to make it happen for you.” 
“Is this something you want?” You ask him in place of giving your answer. 
“I already told you how I feel about it, baby. It’s up to you.” 
“I don’t know, Jake…” You start, shaking your head and biting your lip. “We haven’t even talked to Danny about all this and-”
“Actually I kind of already have.” 
That draws you up short, and your jaw drops open in shock. 
“What?” 
“Yeah, I- um.” He scratches the back of his neck – the way he does when he’s nervous, and you can practically see the trepidation in his eyes. He’s afraid you’re angry. 
“I’m not angry, Jake.” You soothe him, grabbing his hand in yours and running your thumb over the back of his hand. “Just shocked. And a little embarrassed.” 
He gives you a soft smile at that – so very different from how things had been just moments before in the heat of passion and lust. 
“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Danny is more than willing… if you decide you want this.” 
You nod, mulling over his words for a moment. This all feels like a dream – a terrible, wonderful dream that you never thought would come true. But apparently it can come true… if you really want it to. And you do – so badly, you want it to come true. 
“Okay.” You finally breathe out, feeling like a weight has suddenly been lifted from your shoulders. 
“Okay as in yes?” 
“Okay as in yes.” You confirm, and a lovely smile spreads across his face – the one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in the cutest way. 
“I told him that I’d text him when we got back to our hotel room and he said he’d be there. And if I don’t text him, it’ll be like this discussion never happened.” Jake tells you, pulling his suit pants back up before retrieving his jacket from the floor and slipping it on. 
“I want you to text him, then.” You say, pulling up your skirt and panties. Jake hands you your top from the floor, and you slip it over your head. 
“We have the whole ride back. Think about it and then we’ll decide once we actually get to the room. How’s that sound?” 
Your chest warms at him – suddenly overcome with his thoughtfulness surrounding this whole situation. Clearly, he wants this to be your choice, completely unrushed and uninfluenced by anything other than your own want and desire. 
You nod, and the two of you gather your things and head to the car. 
-🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️-
“I’ve decided.” You tell Jake, as the two of you enter your shared hotel room. You flick on the light and turn to look at him. 
He doesn’t say anything – merely inclining his head towards you, signalling for you to continue. 
“I want you to text Danny.” 
A smirk tugs at his lips as he whips his phone from his pocket. You watch as his fingers tap quickly across the screen, notifying Danny of your decision. 
“I knew you had it in you, babe.” 
He grabs your shoulders, guiding you gently over to the king size bed in the middle of the room. 
“Do you wanna undress now or wait until he gets here?” 
You think for a moment, weighing the options. 
“Now.” 
“Okay. Do you also want me to undress with you? Would that make you feel more comfortable?” 
“I think so.”
“Okay.” 
The two of you undress slowly – it feels like the calm before a wonderful storm. You can’t help but watch him as he undresses, affection and thankfulness washing over you. This is uncharted territory for you, and he’s making it as smooth as he possibly can for you. You can’t imagine that there are many men out there that are as attentive as he is in a situation like this. 
Once you’re bare, you climb into the bed. You lean back into the plush pillows, attempting to soothe your nerves. Jake crawls up next to you, placing a soft but insistent kiss on your lips. He smooths his hands over your thighs, rubbing up and down them lightly. 
“Just relax, sweet girl.” He murmurs into the skin of your neck. “We’ll take good care of you.” 
You smile, nerves still there but beginning to melt away. 
“I know you will.” 
A knock at the door makes you jump, and Jake’s grip on your thigh tightens a little. He looks at you, giving you one last moment to back out. 
You don’t want to. Not after wanting this for so long and thinking it impossible. You give him one single nod, and he smiles at you in return. 
“It’s unlocked!” Jake calls. 
The door opens, revealing a nervous looking Danny in nothing but his white stage pants. His chest is bear, allowing you to admire the sight before you freely. He closes the door behind him and locks it – sealing you into your fate. 
“Hey.” He says, giving you a lopsided smile. 
“Hi.” Your voice is quiet, timid. He notices. 
“Are you sure this is okay, Y/n? I don’t want you to feel pressured-” 
“I’m sure.” You interrupt him, sitting up a little to look at him more clearly. You look at Jake, who’s sitting quietly – letting you take control of this. “I promise you I’m sure.” 
“Okay. Good.” You can physically see his shoulders relax. 
“Strip and come over here.” You tell him, slightly shocked at the confident tone that falls out of you – you’re not sure where it came from, but you try to embrace the feeling. 
He follows your orders, stripping to nothing but his boxers before walking over to the side of the bed. You can see the outline of his cock through the fabric, big and half-hard. 
“Everything.” You order again, leaning back into the pillows. 
He hooks his fingers into the waistband before tugging them down and kicking them off, exposing his cock to your hungry eyes, He’s big – as you always assumed he’d be. 
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” Jake mutters, finally breaking his silence. You turn to look at him, noting the way his pupils are blown so wide his eyes almost look black. “Let him see how pretty this pussy is.” 
You’re stunned for a moment at his brazen words, but you quickly comply with his order. You allow your knees to fall apart, exposing your glistening cunt to the two gorgeous men in front of you. 
You watch as Danny’s eyes widen and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. His dick stands at full attention, and his hands flex at his sides. 
“Gorgeous isn’t she?” Jake asks Danny, who can only nod his confirmation at the sight of you. 
His reaction fills you with courage, and you bring your own hand down to swipe it through your folds, feeling the wetness there. Danny lets out a breathless little noise. 
“She tastes so sweet – sweeter than fucking candy.” Jake says, eyeing your hand as you begin to circle your finger over your clit. “Want a taste?”
“God yes.” Danny sighs, and the bed dips as he climbs in alongside you and Jake. He settles between your thighs, eyes locked onto yours for a moment. You give him a nod and he turns his head to Jake, silently asking for permission. 
“Go ahead, Dan. Make her feel good. She deserves it.”
That’s all he needs. You pull your hand away as Danny dives in, licking a long stripe from your slit all the way to your clit. You whine and toss your head back at the feeling. 
“Fuck, you do taste good.” He admits into your heat. 
“Told you.” Jake tells him, and you can hear the cocksure smile in his voice. 
Suddenly, Danny’s tongue slips into you, drawing a loud moan from you as he fucks into you with his tongue. Your legs tremble and you clench your eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washing over you. 
Without warning, Jake attaches his lips to your nipple – suckling and biting it the way he knows drives you crazy. 
You fist your left hand in the sheets, and your other tangles in Danny’s curls as he fucks into mercilessly with his tongue. Loud moans, high-pitched and desperate, fall from your lips. Mixed calls of both Jake and Danny’s names as Danny skillfully leads you to the edge. 
Jake kisses over to your other nipple, biting down harshly and causing you to buck your hips into Danny’s face. The action allows his tongue to go deeper, and he groans into you. The feeling is overwhelming as you begin to rock your hips into him, hurdling closer and closer to orgasm. 
“Make her cum, Danny.” Jake says, and the words come out as a demand. “She sounds so pretty when she cums.” 
With that, you’re falling apart – drenching Danny’s beautiful face with your release. You let out a wail as the pleasure courses through you, causing your entire body to tremble and shake. 
Danny sits up, sinking his weight on his heels as he gives you a moment to recover. 
“Prettier than any song we’ve ever written.” Danny says, licking his lips and tasting your release.
You blink your eyes open to find the both of them staring at you – waiting for you to tell them what you want. It’s sweet, but your remaining nerves and anxiety are making it difficult for you to find the words to tell them what you want. 
Jake, sensing this, speaks up first. 
“Tell him, baby. Tell him what you told me.” 
Instantly, you know what he’s referring to, and somehow your cheeks grow even redder. Danny is looking up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes, and the sight of him makes your pussy clench around nothing. 
“I-” Your voice cracks lightly and you clear your throat, “I want you to fuck me, Danny.” 
A groan falls from between Danny’s lips – a noise so sinful you’re shocked to hear it coming from someone who’s usually so sweet and reserved. It’s an amazing confidence boost, knowing that you can affect him that way. 
“I’d love to.” Danny cuts his eyes to Jake again, who’s grinning at the two of you. “If that’s okay.”
Jake nods at him. 
“You can fuck her, Daniel. But be careful – her pussy’s fucking addicting.” 
From his place beside you, Jake leans over to the bedside table where you know he’s got a box of condoms. Pulling one from the box, he hands the little packet to Danny. 
With dark eyes still trained on you, Danny rips open the foil with his teeth before slowly rolling the condom onto his hard length. He groans as he slides his hand down himself, and Jake watches in rapt attention as you practically drool at the sight in front of you. 
“You ready, baby girl?” Danny asks, voice incredibly deep and dripping with lust. 
You nod in response, spreading your legs wider for him. 
Slowly, he runs a finger through your slick, gathering your wetness and spreading it over his cock. You’re practically dripping, and there’s more than enough to get him sufficiently lubricated. 
Your eyes roll back into your head as he finally slides into you, stretching you beyond belief. He’s girthier than Jake, and the sting brings with it unimaginable pleasure as he bottoms out. 
Danny’s brows are pinched together as he holds still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. His entire body is tense as he fights to control his own desire and need for some sort of relief for his aching cock. 
“Move, Danny.” You whine, and he complies immediately.
He pulls almost completely from your entrance, before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a quick, brutal pace – thrusting into you with so much force that the bed creaks and groans with each one. His own groans are like music to your ears as he loses himself to the pleasure as well. 
“Fuck, you feel like fucking velvet around me.” He admits through gritted teeth. 
You open your mouth to respond – to tell him how good he feels inside you, but your words are cut short with a loud moan as a sudden, violent vibration presses into your swollen clit. 
In shock you look down to see Jake, leaning over the side of the bed next to Danny with your cherry red vibrator in his hand. He’s got a wicked smirk dancing across his lips and he raises an eyebrow at you. 
You thought you’d hidden that thing well enough – but Jake clearly knew you too well. It’s his favorite thing to do to you – put that damn vibrator on its highest setting and use it while he fucks you until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess. You should have known that he wasn’t going to let Danny be the only one to have fun tonight.  
“Jake,” you cry, just as Danny nails you with a particular delicious thrust, “Daniel, fuck!” 
Danny smiles at your inability to control the needy, pornographic moans that fall from between your lips and Jake laughs at you as you squirm. 
“Too much, baby?” He asks, pressing the vibrator into your clit harder, sending white hot sparks shooting through your entire body. “Thought you wanted this? Wanted us both to ruin you?” 
You can’t answer, completely overwhelmed with both too much and not enough. 
“Want me to stop?” Jake asks. 
“Don’t fucking stop, Jake.” Danny orders suddenly as he places his forearms on the bed on either side of you. “She’s clenching around me so fucking hard.” 
“Shit!” You groan, both of their voices driving you completely crazy with lust. 
You spread your legs wider, allowing Danny to thrust even deeper into you, and despite the overwhelming sensations of both Jake and Danny’s cock thrusting into you, you can feel your impending orgasm start to claw its way up inside you. 
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” You whine, eyes screwing shut on their own accord. 
“Cum around my cock.” Danny orders, his pace faltering as his own release comes closer and closer. 
“Let Danny have it, angel. Do it. Come on.” 
Your orgasm feels like it lasts forever – wave upon wave of hot pleasure tearing through you. With a broken moan, Danny is cumming too. You open your eyes the best you can to take in his blissed out expression as he finishes. You try to memorise the way he looks – the way his mouth opens in a silent scream, the way the sweat drips down him, and the way his brows furrow as he rides out his pleasure. 
Your body starts to shake as you come down, and Jake swiftly removes the vibrator from you, clicking it off and placing it onto the nightstand. 
Your body is drenched in sweat, and you whine and hiss as Danny pulls out of you. He pulls the used condom from himself, and tosses it into the small trash can in the corner. 
“Beautiful.” He whispers, caressing your flushed cheek with his fingertips. You give him a lazy smile, before turning to see Jake. His cock is still rock hard, leaking and neglected where it rests against his belly. He’s watching you like a hawk, licking his lips at the sight of you. 
“Jake.” You whine, reaching out for him. You want him to enjoy this too. 
“Can I tell Daniel about what made you fall apart on my cock earlier, angel?” 
You nod, instantly remembering how hard you had cum when Jake admitted what he had imagined taking place between you and Danny. 
Danny watches Jake, cocking his head expectantly, cock already half-hard again despite the orgasm that he just enjoyed. 
“You see, Daniel,” Jake begins, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to stroke himself as he keeps his eyes locked onto you as he speaks. “She was so embarrassed at first, when I asked her about what she imagined with you. All flushed and timid.” 
You turn to Danny to see him staring at you, listening to Jake but watching your reaction to his words instead. You can’t help the way that your thighs clench as you remember what had transpired with Jake earlier. 
“But no matter how embarrassed she was…” Jake pauses, allowing the moment to draw out before he continues, “she couldn’t stop the way she completely fucking lost it when I told her how pretty she’d look with her lips wrapped around your cock.” 
You watch as Danny’s breath catches in his throat, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly. His eyes dart between you and Jake – from your flushed, cockdrunk expression to Jake’s smug one. 
“She’s real good at it, Daniel.” Jake’s strokes on his cock remain slow, drawing out his own pleasure by edging himself as he speaks. “She’s a desperate little whore when you give her a cock to choke on.” 
“Please.” The request falls from your lips completely unbidden, your brain unable to filter your words in the lust-drunk state that it’s in. “Let me taste you, Danny. Want it so bad.” 
“Fuckin’ hell.” Danny breathes out, cock twitching where it rests against his belly. “I never thought I could have this. I never thought I could have you.” 
“You have me. Please.” Your mouth is watering, salivating at the sight of him as he seemingly fights with his own desire as you beg to suck his cock. 
“And you,” Jake interrupts, smiling down at you wickedly, “have both of us. Let us ruin you – fill you up like I know you want us to.” 
He’s not wrong. You do have them, and you want nothing more than to let them use you. You want them to fill you – you want to be theirs to take their pleasure from. 
Wordlessly, Danny shuffles upwards, finally settling on his knees above your head. 
“On your hands and knees, Y/n.” He orders, seemingly finding his courage again. 
The sound of your name on his lips, voice drenched in unfiltered need, sends a fresh wave of slick down your thighs as you fulfil his request. You roll over, making a show of sticking your ass up in the air for them to enjoy. 
Distantly, you’re aware of Jake’s movements as he leans over to grab a condom for himself. The sound of the foil tearing makes your belly flutter with anticipation. 
“Fuck.” Danny whispers, running an appreciative hand up across the swell of your ass. 
“So eager to please, aren’t you, angel?” Jake murmurs, settling himself behind you. He grips your hips with both hands, digging his calloused fingers into your flesh. 
Danny has his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly and you watch in awe as the muscles in his forearm and shoulders ripple. You look up at him through your lashes and open your mouth, extending your tongue in invitation. 
Slowly, Danny traces the tip of his cock over your lips, stretched as you open your jaw wider. Finally, he places his hard cock on your tongue. The skin is hot and velvety as he slides his length into your waiting mouth, and you swallow him down the best you can. Already, your jaw aches around him, but you don’t care.
You feel it as Jake swipes his own cock through your folds, lathering himself in your release and slick before nudging the head of his cock into your slit – just barely breaching your entrance in order to tease you. 
Doing your best to breathe through your nose, you swallow around Danny’s cock, allowing his tip to nudge the back of your throat. You gag and tears begin to leak from your eyes. You wiggle your hips, signaling to Jake that you want more. 
“There we go. Fuck.” He groans, bottoming out inside of you and stilling for a moment. You moan, and the vibrations draw a stuttered whimper from Danny. 
“You’re perfect.” Danny admits, eyes falling shut as you hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head the best that you can. It’s not the best position, but he seems to be enjoying it nonetheless – the groans that escape him are downright sinful. 
Jake starts a steady rhythm, each stroke deep and powerful. He’s not rushing, instead taking his time and admiring the view in front of him. 
“I knew I was right, angel. You look absolutely divine sucking his cock.” 
You whine at his words, overwhelmed with need as he continues to thrust into you slowly. 
Doing your best to balance your weight on one arm, you reach up with the other to find Danny’s hand. Once you find it, you guide it up to your hair, allowing him to set the pace. 
Taking the hint, he starts to rock is hips into your mouth, fucking your throat beautifully. Drool falls from the corners of your lips on both sides, and your eyes roll back into your head as Jake picks up his pace. 
“Fuck, Y/n.” Danny moans, tossing his head back. You wish you could see him better, but the sounds he’s making are more than enough. You do your best to cement them into memory so that you can revisit them someday in the future. 
Jake is similarly losing himself as he fucks you, nailing that special spot inside you that drives you crazy. His grunts are animalistic, clearly enjoying the sight of you so blissed out and pliant. 
“I’m close, angel.” Jake growls, slapping your ass. The hit is hard, and you moan loudly at the sting. “You’re so beautiful – letting us fucking use you. Shit.” His words come out pitchy, like they always do when he’s about to cum. Your own orgasm is on the horizon, and you almost don’t want it – you don’t want this feeling to end. This feeling of being completely at their mercy, nothing but a vessel through which they’re finding their pleasure. 
“M’ close.” Danny tells you, and you can feel his cock twitching on your tongue as he continues to fuck your mouth with frenzied thrusts. You just moan, tightening your lips around him to let him know you want him to cum down your throat. 
Little “uhs” escape Jake’s pretty lips, and the sound of him, coupled with his hard thrusts and Danny’s groans, send you careening into your climax. Your entire body tenses as you cum, and you let out a noise that barely even sounds human. 
With a loud groan, Danny spills down your throat, and you swallow every last bit of his release – savoring the salty taste of him as your orgasm keeps fucking going. 
After only a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake explodes inside the condom, cock pulsing and twitching as he rides out his pleasure inside you. The both of them are panting and covered in sweat, and your own body feels floaty and exhausted as Danny extracts his cock from your mouth. 
Delicately, Danny uses the sheet to wipe the saliva that covers your chin, caressing your cheeks as he does so. Jake pulls out of you slowly, taking care to be gentle on your abused cunt. As soon as he pulls free, you allow your body to relax fully, sinking into the mattress utterly spent. 
“There’s a clean towel and some fresh clothes in the bathroom if you want to shower.” 
The sound of Jake’s soft voice floats through your ears, sounding like it’s distant and muted. 
“Thank you. I think I’ll just shower in my room, though. Don’t wanna make too much noise. She needs to rest.” You hear Danny respond, voice equally soft. 
You tilt your head up at him, taking in his flushed chest and the way his body shines with perspiration. He’s like a Greek god standing in your hotel room, looking down at you with soft, appreciative eyes. He leans down towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips. He keeps his lips closed – simply a kiss of gratitude and comfort. 
“Thank you. For letting me experience you for a night.” He says quietly, lips quirked in that little sideways smile that you love so much. 
“Mmm. Thank you.” You tell him, resting your head back on the mattress. 
Danny rises from the bed, slipping back into his pants before turning back to look at Jake. You watch in silence as they stare at each other, seemingly communicating through just the look alone. Finally, Jake smiles and tilts his head. 
“Take good care of her.” Danny grins, turning to head for the hotel door. 
“Always.” Jake responds, smiling down at you and brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. 
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Counting Our Regrets
Aki Hayakawa x gn!reader | established relationship | semi-canon  [ domestic tooth rotting!fluff + angst (with happy ending/comfort) ]
Word count: 4.3k
Warning(s): mentions/implied topic of de*th, insecurities about love, VERY BRIEF mentions about rough past regarding home life
Summary: Aki hated you at first but after a series of events his view on you changed. Now you’re together as a couple, with the regrets of wasting all that time hating and being avoidant of the inevitable spark you had. Yet even with these regrets on the both of you, it’s when you’re in his apartment having dinner like any other night that he finally realized how he truly feels about you.
A/N: So I have a story in the WIP folder that explains their past and how they became the couple here in this fic. There is a LOT to unfold and it’s honestly a drain to write angst and pain all the time SOOOOO I would write this fic when I’m bored and somehow I finish this one first…. so now here we are. I do hope it’s not confusing but hints enough context for readers to understand the development of the two. Plus I’m WAYYYYY too impatient to wait to post this cause I’m so PROUD OF IT UGH.
Anyways enjoy.
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“Is it weird that I still get a bit nervous every time he invites me over for dinner?”
Your friend laughs over the phone. “Really?! It’s been so long now. Just breathe and treat it like any other time you guys are together.”
You’re glaring at them, even though they can’t see it. “I’m serious. You know how the past was, we hated each other… well he hated me. I don’t blame him though, it was in every way my fault for how things are but… still.” 
Your friend probably heard the change in your tone towards the end. The mischievous aura drips from them. “I understand but the situation has changed now. You stopped being a lil brat and he realized the amazing person that you are underneath it. He fell for you instantly, I see it and am reminded of it everyday when I see you two in the same room.”
“Really?” You are curious now about what they meant. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t see it?” The utter disbelief from their tone surprises you more. “The way he looks at you speaks millions. Like a moth lured to a bright ass light. I believe it.”
You smile as your chest lightens from the doubts slipping off you. Their words really eased your mind. “That’s… cute.” Images of Aki flash in your mind of all the times he would get embarrassed when caught showing any form of affection. “He’s really sweet.”
“He is and it is cute but also utterly revolting.” They gag through the phone. “You two are so lovesick for one another and yet SOOOO oblivious at the same time. My eyes get cavities from seeing you two within the same radius.”
The both of you chuckle a bit before they bids their farewell. “Now go in and enjoy the dinner, okay? Tell me more about it later.”
“I will. See you soon.” You say before ending the call.
The grip on the plastic bags you have to your side tightens as you take a deep breath in and out. You know more than anyone this night will be just like any other night. Just a casual dinner with 2 co-workers/friends and your boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
Your lips form into a soft smile as the title lingers in your head. It feels too surreal to be together now after a year of discord between you and Aki. Then a time period of uncertainty of what kind of relationship you guys had. It was the result of the change with his thoughts about you and your thoughts about life. With Himeno’s death being the catalyst to it all.
It doesn’t help that both of you have gone through great suffering revolving around death. Life is unfair to both of you. His family was taken away so suddenly by a worldwide Devil attack while yours…
Agh, the thought hurts too much to think about.
Even with all the hurt, pain, and self projecting in denial of the truth of it all you two somehow ended up here, together. It made you happy to realize that after so long but so late. With time still ticking every single second, it’s only sooner than later that both your lives could end so suddenly.
With Aki’s time limit down to 2 years and yours still in the air, anything could happen at any moment. It was hard carrying the regret of projecting your trauma and fear of abandonment to the relationships around you. How you pushed others away to protect them and yourself. It wasn’t fair to you or your comrades.
They never got to meet the real you.
Your thoughts are cut from the feral screech coming from behind Aki’s door. You know all too well who it was, and you smile softly from the moment, as it reminds you to be present in the present. No time to dwell on your regrets, it will only waste more of your limited time.
You are with Aki now, that’s all that matters.
Finally, you take the last few steps over to Aki’s door. Knuckles barely hovering over the door before it’s busted open.
Power cheers out your name as she pulls you in for a half hug, arm over your shoulder. Her eyes don’t meet yours, instead they’re on the bags at your sides. “You brought food for me?! I'm STARVIN.” 
“Hey!” a familiar voice echoes from inside. “That’s no way to treat guests!”
Power is quick to nag back at him with a roll of her eyes before taking the bags out of your hands. “Allow me!” She excitedly offers but you know there are other intentions behind her kindness. Your head shakes from her obvious facade.
Walking into the Hayakawa Residence, you instantly envelop yourself in the comforting feeling of your second home. The smell of the three housemates and the aroma of home cooked food wafts into your nose causing your previous insecurities to flee. Is this what it's like to be at ease? You’re pretty sure it is by how safe you feel once the door closes behind you.
Turning around the corner, you see Aki casually stirring a mixture of veggies in a savory sauce in a wok. It instantly waters your mouth. “Hi Love.” You greet walking over to where he is in front of the stovetop.
It was then you realize what your friend’s comment meant earlier, about how Aki looks at you. His eyes instantly shine with adoration and his body is fully turned towards you, letting go of whatever he was focused on to meet you halfway. Once you’re within his grasp, he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.
“Hello love, was the trip here okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up.” He apologizes before rubbing your back soothingly.
Shaking your head to look up, you reassure him with a smile. “It’s fine, don't worry. I can’t expect you to always pick me up and host a dinner.”
“I know but I would rather do it knowing you are safe than for you to take a taxi or walk here.” He tells you softly with his arms now draped over waist, his hands interlocked behind you. Blue eyes still looking at you. “Next time I’ll open my schedule up to do so.”
You instantly shake your head. “No, you’ve done too much for me.”
He looks at you softly, almost bittersweetly. “It feels like I haven’t done enough.”
Your lips are already on his nose before he could continue. “You’re perfect.”
Those insecurities leave him and it’s replaced by the previous admiration he first had when you walked into his field of view. Instead of replying, he just pulls you in for another tight hug, his cheek now on top of your head. His indirect way of saying many things with one action.
You mean the world to me.
I appreciate you.
Thank you.
Pulling back from the hug to check up on the veggies he was stirring earlier, you point towards the living room, where Power and Denji lay as they go through the plastic bag you brought. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought some extra food I prepared yesterday and sweets.”
“Mmm you didn’t have to. I made extra food too.” He explains as he tosses the veggies around the sauce, evenly coating each cut piece. “But I do appreciate it, thank you love.”
I smile and wrap an arm around his torso. “I don’t mind. It was going to rot in my fridge anyways with how often I eat here. Plus, you have 2 extra mouths to feed.” 
His soft eyes gloss over to you, and he can’t help but feel the need to kiss the side of your head. “You’re the best.”
“Oi! Can you cook faster and stop flirting so much!” I hear Denji yell from across the place. Aki’s soft feature forms a frown as he goes to scold Denji for interrupting the moment.
Just now remembering you had more people in the room, you walk off to where the other two reside. Both are already munching on the baked goods you’ve brought, happily enjoying it while watching their show.
“Like em?” You ask Denji as you sit down next to Power. Her cat senses your presence, immediately heading over to you, purring happily under your loving touches. “Hi cutie.” 
Without taking his eyes off the screen, he replies back with his mouth stuffed. “Therwe realu-
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Aki scolds from the kitchen.
“Whamever.” He dismisses but gulps it down anyways before continuing. “Good ass…” He draws a blank. You watch the way the gears in his mind slowly rotate as they try to put together a coherent sentence. “Good ass goods!”
Power slams her hand flat onto his back, repeatedly slapping him, and causes poor Denji to choke mid consumption of the said goods. Her boisterous laugh echoes within their flat. “You sound more stupid than usual!” She hollers out then starts shaking him.
He starts to cough from all the sudden movements and finally dryly swallows the food. Despite watching Denji almost choke, you can’t help but laugh from watching the events unfold. They really were siblings by heart.
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As the conversation slowly dies, Aki takes this opportunity to step outside to smoke. Everyone sits comfortably in the ambience. With the sound of the Tokyo nightlife and the lowered volume of the TV playing some random channel, it really lured everyone to a relaxed state of mind.
It could be the combination of good food and it being quite late into the night that caused both Denji and Power to pass out on the ground. Your buzzy self smiles at the sight of them, so peaceful from the food coma. The whole environment feels so… nice.
It was somewhat odd for you. Your body is aware of the empty space where your walls and guard used to be. Not really used to this feeling of being safe and secure. Growing up in a chaotic and unstable household really puts a toll on you and your point of view on what a safe home should make you feel.
In a way, you never really felt at “home” before.
The silence you’re used to in your own apartment isn’t much different compared to what you’re currently experiencing now, but it makes you feel different. You don’t feel lonely or alienated. You feel…. comfortable. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact you are now just appreciating what a domestic life is like, but it’s a new foreign feeling. Nonetheless, it’s not unwelcome, it’s more than welcome.
You hope this doesn’t come to an end anytime soon.
Taking in a sip of the alcohol of your choice, your eyes pick up on the mess that surrounds you. Dirty plates, unfinished platters of food, both used and unused napkins sprawled over the table. Overall it was just messy, but honestly this is what's expected from a late night dinner with Power and Denji involved.
Without another thought, you stood up with your wobbly tipsy legs and started to clean up. Picking up the empty cans and garbage as you scout the room for more.
“Hey.” Aki calls out for you, head just barely poking into the apartment.
You look up at him, an empty beer can in hand. “Hey.” You greet, confused.
His brows lowered from your response. “I wasn’t saying hi. What’re you doing?”
“Oh.” A giggle escapes from your lips from your tipsy brain. You continue to pick up the beer cans and toss them into the recycling bag. “Cleaning up.” You answer simply.
“You’re a guest.” He starts off walking towards you and takes the bag. “You should be relaxing.”
“You hosted this Aki, in your own home. The least I can do is help clean up just a bit.” You explain then immediately start to stack all the dirty dishes. “How about you get the garbage and I’ll do the dishes. Hm? How does that sound?” 
Leaving no room for him to argue further, you leave the living room and head to the kitchen. Aki watches as you walk away happily with the stack of dishes in hand. You look over to him once, an eyebrow raised from his stare.
“What?” You ask as you hold a soapy dish sponge in one hand and a dirty plate in the other, scrubbing away the grim and food off the plates one by one.
A lot of thoughts are running through his mind but he makes no attempt to show it. He just shrugs and chuckles. “Nothing.”
Both of you fall back into comfortable silence. Only breaking it to drop a couple of small talk here and there. With the TV still running in the back, now on the news channel. You make notes on a few topics the news anchor mentions and Aki does the same, feeling comfortable with the surface level talks. 
Nothing about this was new to either of you. You always offer freely to clean up when invited over and Aki follows up by refusing you from doing so. A routine both of you are accustomed to for the past couple of months. In some way, you should feel content or happy being with someone who flows with you so easily and has grown accustomed to you over time.
But as your thoughts simmer a bit longer, a bitter side to all of this comes around. You��re reminded of the reality you’re truly in. Both you and Aki’s death are determined when you both sign your life away to Public Safety. With Aki being two years left and yours possibly just as short.
The unwavering and daunting feeling never goes away and always ruins moments like these you want to cherish and really be in, to really exist in. No matter how much you try to avoid it, the feeling was and is always there. It doesn’t help that a good chunk of your time with Aki was wasted on avoiding getting to this intimate point in your relationship.
The person you were back then would’ve looked down on you. How could you give in to these selfish desires? Get into a relationship with someone knowing the limited time you have left. It wasn’t fair to them or you. A cruel ending to have to anyone. So you did what at the time felt like the best thing to do, barricaded yourself from the world.
You were committed to keeping a facade up. A mock up personality to shield you and others from getting close to you. You hoped you could keep up with it long enough that one day you leave this world and feel relief no one would experience grief like you did. 
Sadly even with trying to avoid the inevitable, you landed in the worst possible position ever. To end up regretting what you did and having to accept the conditions your fear set out for you. If only you gave up sooner than later. Maybe just maybe you would have enjoyed more of these moments with Aki.
“You okay?”
Your head whips to him, ocean eyes hold much concern. “Yeah why?”
He frowns, not convinced at all. “You’re shaking.”
It’s when he mentions it that you realized your shaky hands. Instantly you shove whatever lingering thought you had left and try to play it off as something else, despite knowing he wouldn’t believe you. “Just….” You trail off drawing a blank for an excuse.
“If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” He scolds but his actions don’t mirror his words as he pulls you in for an embrace. “There’s something bothering you. You can talk to me, you know?”
You have… Already. It was a topic that was brought up quite often between the two of you. It was hard to really fully walk past the topic. No advice or form of communication would really ease the both of you of what’s yet to come. But it does in some way help temporarily. At least, until you come back to the same thought again like now.
A sigh leaves your lips when you snuggle closer into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his large frame. “You already know what it is.”
The same sigh leaves his lips as his grip tightens. “I’m here nonetheless.”
Much to his response, it does say a lot. Both of you fall into another routine. Where one would be reminded of the ticking time bomb and the other comes around to comfort them. Neither of you felt the need to speak more with how often it happens. It was a silent way of saying “I’m tired of this too, but just know I’m here for you if you wanna talk more. Just say it and I’ll be here to listen.”
After a few moments, you finally pull back to look at him. A bittersweet smile on your lips. “Thank you.”
His arms never leave you. Instead, they are holding the sides of your arms, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into you. “Anytime.”
Finishing up the last bit that was needed to be done, you both head out to the balcony. You pulled a bit of the curtain from inside to shield where his dingy white lawn chair was on his balcony. A simple but not really effective way to have some privacy from the sleeping children. As you close the sliding glass door, the chills of the night are apparent on your bare arms.
Aki sits down first then signals for you to take the spot on his lap. “Sit, I’m not making you stand.”
Well, you can’t really deny such a tempting offer. You smile at him before doing just that. Both of you adjust yourselves a bit before settling comfortably in the current position. Your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist, and fingers intertwined on your lap. 
The soft buzz of the night life from his quiet neighborhood drowns out your thoughts as you stare aimlessly at the street lights. His arm that was once on your waist now hoists up just below your upper back. He pulls you in closer.
“Hm?” You question the sudden movement.
Aki is silent for a few seconds before talking. “I was just thinking.”
You return the same silence before saying. “Care to elaborate?”
“I…” He pauses, unsure how to say what he wants to say. 
There was just too much to say and too little of the time to say it at that moment. No amount of words or poems could describe the cloud 9 feeling he gets when he sees you there, just existing in his world. It reminds him so much of everything that it overwhelms his mind and makes him draw a blank during moments like this.
Where he wants to say everything but can’t.
So many words and sentences just zoom around him like dust in the air getting blown until it turns into a tornado. Every fleeting thought gets thicker and stronger. It consumes his mind and he can’t choose nor figure out what he wants to say during moments like these. What’s something that could just say everything he needs to say all at once? To tell you he appreciates you. Wants to stay like this with you forever. To continue to live in each other's presence until time stops him for good.
To see you come through that damn door again with a big smile and sparkling eyes as you hold bags of food in both your hands happily. While greeting him with that god forsaken fucking melodic voice of yours.
It hits him.
It’s so simple but it finally hits him.
He looks down at you, meeting your eyes one last time as his nervousness clogs his own throat. The phrase in itself is simple but the meaning is so heavy, so meaningful to him that it almost scares him away from being able to say it. But it’s the only thing that really describes this feeling he feels for you.
God he should really shut up and just say-
“I love you.”
He watches closely to the way your face reacts to this statement, both out of fear and excitement. It’s when he sees the way your eyes get slightly glossy and your cheeks burn bright in warm hues like a sunrise that he reflects the same expression with the biggest smile.
Not much is said. Only the sound of multiple pecks and tender kisses from Aki as he covers your whole face with love. You giggle like a lil highschool girl from all the affection. After almost basically covering 90% of your face in kisses, you finally get a word in. Feeling overwhelmed from joy and love.
“I love you too.” You finally say, holding his face close til your noses are just barely touching. “I… Never thought you could ever love me.”
He understands very well what you meant by that. Given the history between the two of you, but he doesn’t care. At least at this moment he doesn’t. The rays of pure unfiltered feeling of love is all too consuming and subtly blinds him from truly acknowledging the double meaning to your statement.
“We have gone off on the wrong foot and I know we both regret heavily how late it is to be in this position.” He starts off in a whisper then tilts his head slightly to rub the side of your noses, lips barely hovering over yours. “But to me, in this very moment with you, without all the worries we had been dealing with before for weeks. Hell fucking months!” Raising his tone just a bit to playfully emphasize the last part of his statement. “I know for sure I love you. The person here on my lap. The body that holds your beautiful heart and the beautiful heart that holds your soul. From every bit and piece of you, that is all for me to love until I can no longer feel.”
You feel your face get more red with every word being said. It absolutely stuns you to the core and you can’t get your mind to put together a sentence or a single word to say. You’re not used to this true unadulterated form of love. It completely fried your brain, and the only response or reaction you gave were tears.
“I…” You first choke out. “I didn’t do anything special.” You sob out. The big insecure part of you is in some way confused by his declaration. “All I’ve done is hurt you, Aki. I don’t understand.”
He quickly adjusts your positions enough to fully face you from above. Your eyes are bloodshot red, cheeks wet from tears. It’s so painful to see the doubts you’ve had hidden from him resurface but he doesn’t mind. Cause you’re you. He loves you for you, therefore he loves all that comes with you.
Aki starts to kiss your tears and gently guides you to sit up on his lap. Both his hands on your cheeks, wiping the remaining falling tears with his thumbs.
“Hurt is inevitable. We’re human, hurting others will always happen whether we intended to or not. I forgive you love, because I understand what it’s like to be scared of connecting. Especially in the field we’re working in.” His voice is tender and gentle, reassuring you with much sincerity.
He takes the time to really admire every little detail about you. How your hair frames your face. The little scratches and scars from Devil attacks on the cheeks he loves to kiss. How your eyes hold every single emotion that shapes the person you are today.
Your entire being is everything to him.
“You were made to be loved. I don’t care what person or experience made you believe you weren’t but I’m telling you this now sincerely that you were made to be loved inside and out.” 
As each word escapes his lips, he can’t help but inch your face closer and closer and closer until his lips just barely hover over yours.
“Especially by me.”
There was a part of you that wanted to scream at him for lying. For spewing out such bullshit to you at this moment. Cause how can someone so beautiful like him love someone so complex and messy like you? How is that possible?
Whatever the case was, there was a stronger, more hopeful side to you that believes everything he claims. It constantly clashes swords with your insecurities. The same insecurities that made you push him away.
And you know better than to do that now.
He watches the way your eyes light up just a bit as a smile forms. “I love you Aki. Thank you for being…. You.”
It’s after saying that you finally lean in and kiss him with all the same love and care he has for you. He makes no mistake to delay this. Kissing you back with all his entirety. Your souls intertwine through an invisible bond the more the kiss deepens. Unspoken love of affirmations set ablaze the passion you have for each other.
And in that very moment, both of you knew no matter how much time you guys wasted wishing and counting your regrets. You still had each other. As bittersweet as it is, that’s all anyone could ask for.
Well… Aki is hoping he could ask for your hand in marriage but let’s leave that for another time.
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A/N: thanks for reading! please let me know if you see any mistakes with the gn!reader pov, this is my first :)
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caycanteven · 5 months ago
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Hey hey, it’s. cay~! Wanted to give a quick update, especially for those waiting to hear from me with commission updates! Feel free to check it out under the cut below. Following this is a TLDR!
TLDR: I have suffered an art block and I needed to step away to handle my lifestyle and IRL priorities like a good lil’ adult! In doing so, commissions, content, and activity have been slow. Please know I have taken the time to take care of myself, and that has always been a priority! I’ve also have been reading again, and it has been an amazing escape and stress reliever with art being unavailable to me. I’m taking the steps to return at my own pace, and I’m very appreciative of you guys and my supporters who have been patient for me as well!!
Firstly, for my ever so patient clients…
I have not forgotten about you guys! For those who haven’t heard back from me in a hot second, please forgive my disappearance! I had to take an unexpected pause and am deeply sorry for the inconvenience! I should have been quick to be forward on such a delay but it was a difficult time and things got away from me—even Art. I found myself in a creative block and all I have been doing is work IRL.
I couldn’t find it in myself to produce a piece for even myself without the care it deserves, and you guys know how much I care to provide the best—and am super critical of it even then.
Due to the delay, I’ll offer optional benefits and/or discounts as an apology, to give back for the inconvenience my absence has caused! I’ve gotten back into the flow a bit more and feel like I can draw circle, so I’ll be reaching out tomorrow afternoon to follow up with you guys and start/finish the remainder of the queue!
For my blog dwellers…
I’m still very excited to continue sharing my work and my husbones here, no doubt! Even more so, I keep seeing all the beautiful art and the FAE universe has me by the metaphorical balls. God I love it, it’s amazing. Even more so because I have a piece I plan to show in due time based on it!!
I’ve also been looking forward to showing off a new skeleboy coming from the Dustfell Universe. I won’t show his design but I will say his name is Spruce. Feel free to give your thoughts on him or what you think he may be like, because I wanna see how close someone gets hehehe.
Either way I definitely plan to start posting again as soon as I am in the swing of it again, and just need to have that time to relax and recover from the art block. Reading has been amazing as a form of therapy to my brain and has been an escape from the crazy life I had to endure lately, as why I haven’t been around much either. Though I have done good for myself, I miss you guys greatly, and can’t wait to share what I’ve been trying to work on for so long teehee.
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queenlegacyproductions · 11 months ago
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Gangsta’s Paradise
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Pairing: Cody Rhodes/OC (Riley Carter)
Summary: After suffering a loss at Wrestlemania, Cody’s downward spiral is cut short when a certain American Gangsta seeks to tend to The American Nightmare’s wounds with a vacay. 
Warnings: Switch!OC, Switch!Cody Rhodes, Cody gets a bit feral ngl, Use of handcuffs and a blindfold, choking (lil bit), spanking, Oral (M. and F receiving), Dirty Talk, someone gets fucked dumb, etc.
Author’s Note: 10 months…It took me 10 MONTHS TO WRITE THIS SHIT. I hate writer’s block and low inspiration. Anyway, Enjoy my debauchery. As per usual,  
By proceeding with reading this work, you therefore accept any and all drawbacks from horniness. I.e, sudden soul departure, loss of underwear and extreme thirst. The author is not liable for medical and/or therapy costs, should side effects occur. 
-Signed Management
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“And your winner…AND STILL The Undisputed WWE Universal Champion, ROMAN REIGNS!”
Bullshit. 
Straight Cow Manure. 
These were the thoughts that ran through Riley’s head when she heard the announcement, watching the match in Cody’s locker room. The frustrated sigh that she exhaled as she rubbed her face in both hands to prevent herself from not hauling ass out there, her infamous Harley Quinn-eque mallet swinging and busting heads. She looked back at the TV just in time to see the look on her boyfriend’s face. 
Heartbreak and defeat was evident on it which further angered her and broke her heart at the same time. She could tell what he was thinking, too; How he was so close and how he would’ve won if it wasn’t for those rat bastards that were the bloodline’s shenanigans. Riley also took note of how quiet the arena was after that. 
Frankly, disappointment was in everyone’s spirits except for the bloodline, their small group of fans and Vince McMahon. Or Hunter. Who knows and who gives a shit, she thinks when Cody enters his locker room. Riley turns around to look at him, shoulders sagged with that look of defeat on his face still as he sits on the couch next to her. 
“Hey there, Angel Eyes…” Riley hopes to sweeten up to him as she leans over to rub his shoulders. “You ok? I know it’s a dumb question to ask right now but…I need to know what my baby’s thinking or feeling right now.” Cody gives her a deep sigh as he rubs his face. 
“I had him. I almost had him, Riles. But then I-." 
“Don’t you fucking dare, Mister.” Riley stops and rests her hands on his shoulders. "That sleazeball Paul and Solo are the reason The Tribal Chief doesn't sleep with nightmares tonight." She sighs as she slips her hands down his arms to wrap her arms around his waist. “In due time, babe. In due time.” There was a slight pause before she continued. “In the meantime, how about I cash in your victory gift?” 
This made Cody look up at her. “My victory gift? Riles, I didn't win.” 
"The belts, you didn’t win but you did win a vacation." Riley clarified. "Remember back in June, I said that I was gonna pay for our vacation this time but you got hurt and then you were mad busy because someone decided to win the rumble and the build up to Wrestlemania on top of being an EVP of AEW. Basically, what I’m saying Code, is that yo ass needs a break.” 
There was a brief pause as Cody reflected on her words before he spoke. “Well, you do have a point. Can’t remember the last time I had a break.” 
“Yeah, Mister ‘Do the work’.” She tosses him his bag. “Now do the work and pack up. I don’t want to keep the pilot waiting.” 
Cody raises an eyebrow, his face in bewilderment. “Pilot?”
“Yeah, a pilot. What, you think I'mma take a 12 hour plane ride with the poors in First Class?” Riley raised an eyebrow in question. “Angel, I may be a frugal motherfucka sometimes but even I have standards. Standards that don’t include that bullshit you call The Nightmare Express” This gets a chuckle out of him.
“You really need to stop hanging around Max.” Cody said as he got up to pack.
Riley cringes at the statement. “I do not. That fatherless bastard likes to harass me for advice like the orphan he is. Now, hurry up or you gettin’ left.” 
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2 days had passed before the two had left the city of angels behind and had arrived at the hotel in Venice, Italy. Already irritated at the shenanigans of Brock on the following Monday night, Riley gave him an ultimatum that he could handle whatever business he can before they were on the plane before Cody convinced her to let him work while on the plane.
‘A’ight, fine but once the plane lands,’ She kissed him on the cheek while he was on call with Kenny and The Bucks. ‘You’re all mine, Angel…’ She smiled. Once the couple arrived at their suite, Riley immediately dropped her bags by the door and plopped face first on the bed in the master bedroom. 
“Ah, finally…” Riley sighs, muffled into the bed. “I was almost about to lose my mind in that jet.” 
Cody chuckled and placed his bags next to hers. “I’m sorry, Doll.” He sits down next to her on the bed. “I would’ve kept you entertained if I could.” 
Riley shook her head, rising to sit up straight next to him. “Mm-mm. Nah, I wanted you to handle whatever business you had to do, Mista Executive because, like I said on the plane,” She kissed him on the lips. “You’re all mine…” She smiled at him which he returned.
“Well…” Cody picked her up by her hips to sit him in his lap. “I’m all yours now. What do you wanna do to me?” He leans forward to kiss her but Riley cuts him off with a finger to his lips.
“Uh-uh-uh. Nope. You didn’t wanna join the mile high club so you not gettin’ the nookie that easily. Besides, we’re in Italy! And I really wanna check out the Golden Rectangle. Mami needs more Armani and Cartier.” She hops off his lap. 
He sighs, plopping backwards on the bed as she walks to the bathroom. “Really? You brought us here just to shop?” He exasperated. 
Riley scoffs. “No, dummy. I have other plans for you as well.”
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"Babe, come on. How much more do you need?" Cody sat on the couch outside the dressing room, his head on his hand while he watched the inky crimson fluffy coils that was Riley’s 'fro roamed around the Dolce and Gabbana store. “You already practically bought out all of Versace.” He gestured to the boatload of bags at his feet. Riley sputters as she looks through the lingerie section. 
“S’cuse me, I have a special night planned with my man and the clothes I bought with me are not up to par with the event planned.” She explains as she collects a few sets. “Speaking of that, you have a decent suit?” She stopped in front of the dressing room, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
Cody scoffs. “Of course I do, Doll. Why?” 
“What color is it?” She further questioned.
“It’s the dark purple one you like. You know, the one I wore to that photoshoot for my dog collar match with Brodie. I had black hair at the time.” He explained.
“Mmm-mmm-mmm…Lord have mercy.” Riley nods in remembrance. “You really do look good in that suit.” She walks into the dressing room. “Really brings out those pretty eyes of yours.”
“So you tell me, babe. Why do you ask?” 
“So in order to avoid waiting for me to get dressed, I would like to know exactly what I’m gonna wear tonight.” She said from behind the door. Cody then chuckles. 
“Great, so now I only have to wait an hour for you to get ready.” 
“Ya mama!” She responded with playful venom as he laughed.
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A few hours passed after Riley practically dragged Cody around her shopping spree and they were back at the hotel. 
"Cody, hurry yo ass up! Yo hair is fine, ya idiot now come on before we miss our reservation!" Riley yelled after him as she adjusted her dress in the mirror of the foyer. “I swear, got the nerve to tell me I take too long and here he go…”  She then hears the sounds of Cody’s footsteps making his way to the foyer, adjusting his cufflinks. 
“I’m right here, babe.” He kissed her on her cheek before grabbing their coats by the door. “Besides, what’s the rush? Didn’t you rent out the whole restaurant?” 
“Just because no one else is gonna be there to witness me in my finest unless they paid me first, it does not excuse us being late.” She said as Cody helped her put on her coat. “Something, something punctuality. Something, something good time management. Now, hurry along. I have a hot date and I refuse to be late, even if fashionably.” She declared as she stormed out the room with her head up high and swinging the door open in a dramatic fashion. Cody chuckles at her antics. 
After they arrived and ate, Riley led him to the ferry station nearby for a gondola ride to see the sights at night. It is there when the American Couple found themselves cuddled together, holding each other
“The city is so beautiful at night.” She commented, resting her head on his shoulder. 
“Yeah, it is.” He said, looking at her. 
“I swear to god, if I look up and see you looking at me, I'mma throw you overboard, you absolute cheeseball.” Cody laughs at her semi-serious threat. 
“So you’re saying you’re not beautiful?” 
“I ain’t say all that, now.” She looks up at him. “I’m saying you’re corny, sir.” 
“Like taking a gondola ride in Venice with your girlfriend is not corny either.” He laughs, pulling her close. 
“Yeah, well…” She leans forward, lips almost touching. “Maybe I like a little corny.” She gives him a teasing smirk with a little chuckle. Cody then reaches over with his hand to pull her in closer to kiss her. Riley couldn’t help but release a soft moan as he grips her a little tighter around the waist. She then pushed him back before the kiss got too deep. 
 “Easy, tiger.” She teased. “We’ll have all the time in the world back at the hotel.” 
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If only she believed that. As soon as the couple came back to the hotel, she pushed him up against the wall once they passed the hotel room threshold. “Baby, wait…” Cody gasps as she untucks his shirt from his pants while kissing his neck. “S-Slow down…” This made her giggle mischievously. 
“Oh why, Angel Eyes?” Riley presses her body against his, taking his tie in her hands. “Why slow down when you seemed so adamant on having me on my back as soon as we got here, hmm?” She pulls his tie, yanking him down to bring him face to face with her. 
Cody exhales a breath to calm himself as Riley moves her other hand to his belt to undo. He then looks her deep in the eyes. “Because Doll, unless you want to be fucked dumb and fucked proper, I would suggest you stop.” This made Riley giggle before she walked away from him deeper into the foyer where she stops.
“Well, then…” Riley unzips the back of her dress, letting it fall at her feet before putting her curls up into two space buns. She turns her head to look at him. “You’re gonna threaten me with a good time or what?” She taunted him, which shakes him out of his thoughts in his head. She could see the way his eyes darken before he snatches the tie off his neck, opening his shirt a bit in the process. 
“I’mma make you regret those words, babydoll.” Cody said before he chased after her, a playful squeal leaving her as she quickly ran to the bedroom. However, she doesn’t get far as Cody catches her before she reaches the room. He pushes her up against the wall, taking her hands into one of his own. “You know, I think you like to try me sometimes…” 
“To try you is to assume you have some control over me in the first place…” Riley muttered, feeling vulnerable as she looked down at her feet. Cody then grabs her face by the chin to make her look back up at him.
“Oh? And I don’t?” He then picks her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist with a shriek of surprise as she was suddenly airbourne. He then walks into the bedroom towards the bed where he places her down on her back. He strips out his shirt and vest before he takes hold of her hands above her head by her wrists. “We’ll see about that now, won’t we?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear before kissing underneath her ear which made her gasp. 
“Yeah…” Riley sighed before she looked up at the headboard of the bed for her surprise. She smirks at him when he looks back at her. “We will…” 
“What are you-?” Cody tried to ask before Riley managed to break her hands free of his grip to press against his chest to flip him over onto his back. She takes advantage of his confusion to then grab the handcuffs around the headboard to handcuff him to the bed. She then mounts him on his lap as she watches him struggle against the cuffs. 
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t struggle, baby boy. I would hate for your wrists to be rubbed raw. No doubt, that would be hard to explain to your friends and peers.” She gives him a smug smile. Cody looks at her once he realizes he can’t break free. 
“Babydoll, whatcha got up your sleeve, huh?” He licks his lips as his breath gets a little heavy as he takes in her form again. “ All day, you’ve been leading me to surprise after surprise. Just treating me to things. What gives?” 
“I told you, baby.” Riley said, her hands sliding down his arms. “You haven’t had a real break in like 2 years. If you weren't busy with shit going on backstage in AEW, you were dealing with finishing the story in WWE. Basically…Papi?” She leans forward, placing her hands on the bed to meet him face to face. “You’ve been in control of things and when shit falls apart, you take the blame for it; even if it was something out of your control. So this whole vacation was dedicated to make sure you didn’t..” She leans closer, their lips barely touching. Cody gasps a bit at the slight contact. “Because I didn’t want you to further stress about anything. Can you do that?” She leans back, rubbing her hands down his chest to his abs. “Can you let me have control tonight?” .
“F-Fuck, doll…” Cody stuttered with a shiver, panting as her nails scratched him a little bit. "I…God fucking yes, baby.” He pleaded when she moved off his lap to lay in between his legs. “Ruin me…abuse me. Make me earn it, Baby…" His statement made her raise an amused eyebrow. 
“Make you earn it?” Riley chuckled as she slid off the bed which caused him to whine at the loss of contact. . “I just said I wanted to spoil you, Darlin’.” She teased him when she made her way over to her bags.
“I know. F-Fuck…” He mewled when he threw his head back, writhing against the cuffs. “But I-I wanna earn it. It’s not as rewarding if I don’t. So, please…” He felt movement on the bed before he raised his head again to look at her but couldn’t when she suddenly grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at the ceiling. He whined, waiting to see more of her as she mounted his lap again.
“You must really want me to torment you, considering you forgot your place under me.” She sweetly threatens before she takes the silk blindfold and ties it around his eyes. She giggles a bit at his whimpering when she rolls her hips against his cock through his pants. “Don’t worry. I have all the time in the world to remind you where you belong.” She runs her fingers through his blonde hair. 
“F-fuck me…” Cody pants with anticipation when she lightly scratches his scalp like she knew he liked. He let a sharp gasp of air when he felt her kiss his neck up to his ear. Riley giggles seductively in his ear which causes him to shiver.
“Begging for me already? But I’ve barely got started, my sweet…” She licks and bites his earlobe. 
Cody squirms in the cuffs at Riley’s teasing and swallows his spit thickly. “God-. You’re gonna-.” He gasps again as he feels Riley’s fingers trace along his abs, tracing circles in between his belly button and his pants. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Riley gives him a mischievous chuckle before she slides down his body, now eye level with the bulge in the pants. 
“Oh, Cody, Cody, Cody, mon âme…If what I’m doing to you right now already has you on the edge, then I see now how Roman bested you.” She felt Cody’s hips buck when she finally undid his belt before sliding it off entirely. “All that time spent in the gym…all that time spent wrestling matches to prove just how great you are, only to lose to a man who barely shows his face anymore? Just lose to a man, who in my sleep, I can outwit and outmaneuver him? I haven’t even done anything to make you lose your mind just yet so you know what?” She said as she slowly dragged his belt across his nipples. His hips bucked at the sensation. “Let's have a test of will.” She takes the belt and folds it in half to snap the belt, the sound damn near echoing throughout the room. She giggles mischievously when she sees his abs contract as he shudders a moan at the sound. “Since you’re a closeted masochist, I think maybe 10 spanks across the chest. A light punishment for you. That okay?” Cody gives her a nod which makes her slap and grips his thigh harshly, manicured nails digging in a little. He whines a little at the pleasure and pain. “Des mots, chérie. I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, mami. I-I understand.” Riley chuckled before she leaned down to kiss, lick and tease his nipples, drawing more moans out of him. 
“Mami, huh? Well, are you just a good boy?” She taunts him before she takes the belt and hits him across the chest with it. Cody throws his head back, letting out one of the deepest groans Riley ever heard out of him. She raises an eyebrow at the sound, humming pleased by it. “Mmm, never heard you make that sound before. Do it again.” She demanded as she hit him with the belt again.
“Oh, fu-.” Cody moans before she hits him again, cutting him off. “Fuck!” Another. “Fucking h-hell.” Another. “Baby…” Another. “Mami…” Cody whimpered as he fought against the cuffs the harder she hit him. 
She chuckled and looked down at him to take it in his disheveled stance. Riley raises her hand to gently stroke his hair. “Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already.” She bends down to kiss his forehead. “We’re not even done with your punishment yet.” 
“Shit…” Cody whines at her gentle touch. “I’m trying not to, babe but…you’re making it hard not to. Ah…” He moaned as he tried to find his resolve to not bust too quickly in his pants. 
“T’is the reason why I said it was a test of will. It’s not supposed to be easy.” She sighs as she moves the hand in his hair down to his now reddening chest.. “If you can’t hold off from losing your mind in pleasure and pain for longer than a few minutes, then what makes you think you can be undisputed champion, baby?” She teases one of his nipples, drawing out more sounds from him.  “While I may be spoiling you, dear, I also mean to make you better in more ways than one so…” She takes her hand off of him. “Try to last as long as you can…otherwise, it’s gonna be a long night for you.” Riley warns before she strikes him with the belt again, this time catching his other nipple.
“Go-God, baby, fuck!” Cody tugs on the cuff as his back arches from the intense pain. “Fuck! I’m trying but you-oh fuck, you’re so fucking-. Ah-! Ha-!” She strikes him again for the eighth time. “Shit…Riley…Mami, I think I’m gonna-. I’m gonna-.” 
Riley looks down at him with a raised eyebrow. “Really? You’re gonna cum in your pants from a few hits to the chest like a horny teenager?” She laughed. “Oh, how the mighty fall. How do you survive taking chops to the chests then?” 
“It’s…one thing…to get chopped in the chest…by a grown ass man…and another..to get whipped by a smoking hot grown ass woman…with an italian leather belt.” He then swallows the excess saliva in his mouth before he continues. “One’s a job…the other’s a privilege.” Riley laughs before she delivers the ninth hit. “Mercy, Mami, Mercy. Ple-please!” His plea makes her shush him. 
“You have one more, baby. You’ve survived this long, mon âme. One more won’t kill you.”  Riley’s sweetened threat made him whine in anticipation. 
“No but you will.” His response sparks another laugh from her again. 
“I wouldn’t dare. After all…” She leans down to whisper in his ear. “There’s not a man on this earth that is as half as good at dicking me down as you, Mr. Rhodes.”  
“S-Shit…” Cody whimpers as she reaches down to squeeze his dick. “Mami…Mami, I’m gonna-gonna-!” Cody tries to warn her before she comes down with the belt from the tenth and final strike hard. He pulls against the cuffs, moaning as he cums in his pants. “Oh fuckfuckfuck! Mami…!” He continued to whimper as she continued to shake from his orgasm. There’s a sudden crack Riley hears coming from the headboard. 
“Oh, my. Looks like someone wants to break free, no Queen.” She laughs as she moves back up the bed, straddling Cody’s hips once more to check on the cuffs. She sees one of the links of the cuffs separate but not entirely break off. She also sees there’s a crack in the wood of the headboard when she attached the cuffs. She also checks his wrists to see that they’re a bit rubbed raw and red against the leather cuffs.She looks down at him to check him, seeing him catching his breath as he comes back down to earth. She lifts the blindfold off of his eyes to take a good look at him. “Hey…” She whispered softly to him, taking hold of the cuffs to get his attention. When he looked up, she could see the haziness in his eyes.  “Do you want your freedom, my love? You have earned it.” Cody just nods numbly. She reaches up to undo the cuffs, rubbing his wrists a little before she reaches around his head to fully take off the blindfold. Cody shuts his eyes to let them adjust before he locks eyes with hers. “Hi, my pretty… You were such a good boy. I think you deserve a reward now, right?” He then shakes his head which makes Riley’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline in surprise. “No? Why not?” 
“Because I-. I c-ame without permission, Mami.” Cody said hoarsely. “I don’t-deserve it.” Riley tilts his head up, clicking her tongue.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She shakes her head. “Oh, darlin’...Always so hard on yourself.” She leans closer to him. “Did I say that you couldn’t cum?” 
“No…” 
“No, I didn't. I said try to hold out as long as you can and you did. You didn’t break until I gave you the final hit with the belt so…” She kisses him on the forehead. “That means you listened and followed instructions which gets you a reward. Now, sit on the edge of the bed and accept your reward like a good boy.” Riley backs off for him to give him room to do as she instructed him. Riley gives him a mischievous chuckle before she slides down his body, now eye level with the bulge in the pants. 
“Now, then…” She gets onto her knees between his legs. “Time for me to get my reward.” She said as she slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants. He raises his hip to help her lower them a bit to free his dick from its prison. His dick smacks her in the face still hard, sparking a moan from her. “Fuck...” She sees his abs contract as he shudders a moan when she turns slightly to give his cock a few light kisses along his shaft. “I love this dick so fucking much.” Cody gives her a groan in pleasure when she licks his cum clean off his cock. She moans again where she feels it twitch against her lips. She licked all the way up his shaft from base to tip, drawing more moans out of him. “Mami…Can I…?” 
“Angel wants to pull Mami’s hair while she sucks him dry?” She taunts him before she takes his tip into her mouth. Cody throws his head back as Riley uses her tongue around the head of his cock. 
“Yes, Mami…Please, Mami.” Cody muttered as he balls his fists into the sheets the more Riley’s mouth sank down his cock slowly. She chuckled and looked up at him when she took one of his hands to put it in her hair. Cody looks down to see what Riley was doing only to have his eyes roll in the back of his head as Riley slowly deepthroats him as she does. “Goddamnthattongueisdangerous.” The hand Cody had in her hair grips the back of her head to guide her head up and down with her pace. Riley takes her free hand to play and toy with his balls. “Shit…” He throws his head again as she takes his dick out of her mouth to suck on his balls. “Goddamn…I think I’m gonna cum again.” He moaned as he tried to find his resolve to not bust too quickly. 
She gives his balls a firm suck before she lets them go to speak. “Much as I love for you to just nut in my mouth,” She sighs as she adjusted her position on the bed to nestle his cock in between her breasts.“I’ll let you decide. Do you wanna cum in my mouth…” She squeezed her breasts together to massage his dick. “Or on my tits?” Riley asks before she tongues and sucks on the head of his dick while continuing to stroke his cock with her breasts. 
“Oh, shit..” Cody groans into a gasp as he feels himself get closer. He looks down at her faux innocent look. “I’d rather cum in your pussy, Mami.” She looks up back at him with a raised eyebrow which makes him plead. “Can I please, Mami?” Riley’s firm look turns into a look of mischief before she speeds up her tempo, making him cry out. As quickly as she sped up, she stopped to stand on her feet. She places her hands on his knees. 
“I guess you can but you’re gonna have to do the work if you really want it-.” Riley suddenly shrieked as Cody grabs her by the waist and throws her onto the bed, immediately kissing all over her face. “Baby!” She giggled at the eager affection Cody was giving her as he crawled on top of her. “Baby, please!” 
“Mmm, sorry, doll but I’ve been waiting to just…fuck the shit outta you since we’ve arrived.” He whispered in her ear before kissing and sucking hickeys on her neck. “All day. All goddamn day, you’ve been teasing me. From the shopping trip, wearing those tight shorts that makes that plump ass of yours bounce everytime you walk,” His kisses moved down to her chest as he popped her on the ass, earning him a yelp of surprise. “That fucking dress you wore to dinner.” He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sparking a sharp gasp from Riley when he bites down. “ God, your tits...Tits were just…sitting pretty in that dress.” She continued to moan as he toys with the other nipple before he kisses down her stomach. ‘Your stomach and those rolls I love so much. Even though you hate when I show them love, I love that chub of yours, baby. But there’s something I love more than all that I just mentioned.” Cody sits up to pull her closer and throws her legs over his shoulders. Riley sits up on her forearms to watch as he kisses up her calf to her thigh, this time leaving love bites on them. “I absolutely love this pussy.” He muttered as he pushed her legs back to get a good look at her pussy, spreading her lips open to look at how wet she was. “So wet. You must really want me, don’t you?” She nodded, hiding her face with one hand. Cody tsked as he reached up to pull her hand away. “Uh-uh, Mami. Tell me. Do. You. Want. Me?” He enunciated. She nods eagerly, sitting up a little further to look him in the eyes.
“I want you…I always want you.” Her response earns her a sexy chuckle from Cody.
“Good girl. Now, hold your knees for me, doll.” He commanded as he pushed her knees to her for her to grab. “It’s gonna be a long night for you if you don’t behave while I indulge in my favorite treat, all right?” 
“Yes, sir.” Riley meekly answers as she does what she is told. Cody rolls his eyes in his head as he growls at the name.
“Goddamn, you obedient little thing…” He muttered before he leaned down to her pussy to lick from her hole to her clit in a long slow lick. 
“Ahn!” She moaned as she felt her eyes cross a bit when Cody flicks his tongue against her clit. “Oh, shit…” Cody growls into her when he feels her get wetter and drips more of her juice into his mouth. He slaps her thigh hard as he sucks on her clit. “Ah! Fuck…” Cody releases her clit to gently rub it the way he knows that will drive her crazy. Riley’s grip on her knees gets tighter when he does. “Oh, god…Too much! How-How are you so good at that?.” 
“Well, gorgeous.” He hits her with that blinding smile of his before he slips two fingers into her. The action makes her legs twitch with a hungry moan. “When you’re dating a very buxom, short, brazen woman who has spent her entire life, mouthing off to anything that displeases her…” He then curls his fingers up to caress her spot that made her sob with agonizing delight. “You learn how to not be on the receiving end of that brutality.” He sucks in a breath as he feels his fingers get more saturated with her essence. “Ooh, that’s the spot, ain’t it? That’s where you want me to touch, right?” He begins to scissor her with his fingertips assaulting her spot more, coupled with him going back to suck on her clit. Riley, in her ravenous want for more, lets go of her knees to grab the back of his head and pull his hair. He growled into her pussy at the pain and pulled away entirely to take hold of her hands in his free one, standing up. “Bad girl.” He began to scissor her faster, making her tremble in pleasure. “Did I say, you can let go of your legs, gorgeous?” Riley shakes her head which made him stop moving his fingers. “And now, you don’t want to answer Papi properly. Words, love or as you like to say, ‘Des mots, de l'amour’. I can't hear you.” 
“Nnnhmm, no..no, Papi. Y-you didn't…” Riley mewled. “I’m sorry, Papi.”
“No. I didn’t. So tell me why…” Cody said as she picked up his pace again, making her tug at his grip of her hands with a whine. “I should let you come after disobeying you.” 
“Nhn! Be-Beca-use if you don’t…You-Ohh! You wouldn’t be able to…fuck me properly.” She cracked her eyes open a little bit. “Plus, seeing me cum my brains would just make you harder than you already are.” He chuckles at her reasoning before he leans over her to kiss her. Riley kept squirming on the bed as she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge. She tried to break his grip to push him back but that didn’t work. She tried to break the kiss but she could barely get any words out as Cody just kept coming back for more kisses. After a few moments, he lets up on the kisses when he feels her squeeze his fingers tighter than before. “Nmh! Cody! Please! I’m gonna cum-Ahnn!” She shrieks as she squirts all over his fingers and even a little on the floor. Cody stands up straight and takes his fingers out of her. He chuckles as he looks at his hand.
“Tsk. You’re squirted all over me and the floor.” He licks his fingers as his dick twitches, getting harder at her smell and taste. “Making my dick so hard it hurts, you brat.” He moves to pick her up to move her further up the bed, kneels on the bed over her and folds her in half. “Things are gonna get rough, doll. You don’t mind, do you?” Riley keens as she feels Cody’s dick prod at her entrance. “Shit, you’re so soaked, just like I love it.” He then puts her legs back over his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting these past few months to have you.” He then slips the tip in when he takes hold of her hands on either side of her head to get leverage. “I don’t think I can be gentle.” His dick then just plunges into her pussy, causing her to arch her back in delightful agony. He feels her get impossibly tight around him and wetter. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disapproval. “You fucking brat. Nnh…you came again.” He started to rock his hips to drive his dick in a slow pace to prolong her orgasm. Riley then drops back to the bed, hands gripping Cody’s hands harder at the pleasure.
“Nhaa! Ha! I-I can’t…! C-Cody! Oh!” She gripe with insatiable ecstasy. 
“You can’t take any more?” He asked her to which she nodded. “Oh but darling…I think you need more.” He shifted his weight to his hands to start rocking his hip faster to pound into her with gluttonous thirst. The change of pace makes her struggle for breath and her toes curl. 
“Ahh! Oh, fuck…Ohhh, fuck me…nnahmm…” Riley thrashed in debauched bliss as she feels her eyes cross, the view of Cody above her getting more and more out of focus. Cody lets go of one of her hands to wrap it around her neck. He smirked when he saw her stick out her tongue with panting breaths. 
“Holy shit…you’re so fucking pretty like this. So fucked out of your mind, that you can’t focus on anything but how my hand feels around your neck…” He squeezes her neck a bit harder which causes her to tighten up more around his dick. “Or how my cock feels, digging out that tight little hole of yours. Fuck…I could just…fuck you full until that pussy couldn’t take anymore. Until every time I fill you up with another load, it would just push the ones before it until there’s a fucking puddle underneath you and yet…even if you would be that fucking stuffed, you’d still ask me for another, wouldn’t you?” He taunts her but Riley just nods, too fucked out to really process what he’s actually saying. He laughs as he leans closer to kiss her. He lets go of her neck when he pulls away. “Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum all over Papi’s dick again so Papi can fill you up like he knows you like.” He reaches down to thumb her clit which makes her close her eyes tightly. “C’mon, babygirl. Make me proud and cum. Cum and lost the last of your fucking mind. Make a mess of these sheets baby. C’mon…C’mon…” He encourages her before her back arches again and she cums on his cock again, her pussy juices squirting all over the sheets as Cody keeps thrusting through her orgasm to chase his own. He leans down to get close to her ear. “Yesyesyes, fuck! Good girl! Good fucking girl. Take it. Take my fucking load, baby. Fuck, lemme fucking fill you up. Fuck…Fuck! Take it, Mami! Take it!” He growled into her ear as he finally came deep inside her, hips slowing down to feel her pussy pulse around him. “Shit! Oh, shit, baby! Fuck…” He groaned as he moved her legs from his shoulders to fall on the bed beside her. Once he gets on his back, he pulls her close to cuddle her. “C’mere, doll.” He kissed her on the temple to calm down her trembling body. “Hey, doll. You’re still with me, right?”
“Mhmm…” She hummed in confirmation. “We…really shouldn’t go months…without doing that…again.” She cuddled closer to him.
“Agreed…” Cody squeezed her tighter to him. “Last thing we need is you incapacitated from me dicking you down.” They both chuckled. He kissed her temple again and stood up. “All right, up you go.” He turns around to pick her up off the bed to carry her to the bathroom. “Someone made a mess and now we gotta clean it up.” 
“You’re sure that’s all we doing?” She teased him.
“Don’t start, woman. You already can’t feel your legs.” 
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10 Months later… February 2024, Wrestlemania 40 Kickoff
“...Because I have made a legendary career out of knocking golden girls off their top spot…so Mami is gonna learn how to be a bottom.” Becky Lynch taunts the current champion, Rhea Ripley who steps closer to her. “Because that’s what happens when The Man comes around.” The two engage in a staredown as Becky’s theme plays in the background before it’s cut off by someone attacking Becky in the back with a steel chair, pushing her into Rhea to knock them both down. Becky crumbs to the floor as the unknown attacker hits her with the chair again. Once Becky is down, the attacker props the chair around her knee before she focuses her attention on Rhea. The attacker props Rhea onto their to deliver a fireman’s carry spinebuster onto the chair that Becky’s knee was in, causing both of them to scream in agony. The attacker then gets a mic and kneels down to Becky before they pull off the mask, revealing the face of Riley. Riley smirks at Becky’s look of surprise. She then puts the mic to her lips. 
“You know, Becky, I know you said that you’ve made a career out of knocking golden girls off their top spot…” She looks back to the knee Becky was grabbing at. “But I’ve made a career outta rewriting legends, no matter the gender, no matter the company because I know just how boring Life can get when it’s predetermined.” Riley then stands to her feet to look at the hard camera. “And at Elimination Chamber, I plan on rewriting the legend again because no matter who’s the champion. It doesn't matter who’s in the chamber. I’m walking into the chamber. I’m gonna win the chamber and at Mania, I’m gonna take the title off of whichever one of you two unlucky bitches has it by the time we meet.” She stops for a moment to take in the cheers and jeers from the crowd. “But I won’t just stop there because everyone’s got a story to finish but I’m the only one with the pen and paper…because I’m the American Gangsta and to mess with me is to mess with the best.” She drops the mic as she leaves the arena through the crowd. Meanwhile, Backstage, Cody just chuckles at the antics of his girlfriend. 
“She always did know how to make a statement.” 
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starsofang · 3 months ago
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You and your cliffhangers. I cant. I feel like it’s an adrenaline rush for you to just hate us and see us scream over them. This is why hatred it developing angie😒😒😒😁
OKAY, FIRST HELLO. I know i’ve said it like three times now, but I’m glad you’re safe from the storm. Florida is getting one after the other so just incase another comes, stay safe😭 You putting out a chapter as soon as you got back was completely unexpected and I blame my phone for not getting me a notification.
No Ghost this chapter :( I feel like if he knew what Dove was seeing he’d be beyond angry. At himself, at Graves. I can even see him being a bit annoyed at the others. Maybe for bringing her onto the ship? I dont know😭 My notes doc is getting longer and longer as the days pass on.
Gaz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BABY😭🙏😭🙏 I feel so bad and I’m blaming you for it. HOW DARE YOY LEAVE HIM HANGING. IM LITERALLY NEVER FORGIVING YOU. He just wants to know what the fuck is happening between them and dove is just: :/ and she’s beyond confused about everything. Unreliable narrator #1
I still, of course, love your characterization of Soap. I think I’ve said it before, probably the first few chapters. He’s beyondddd smart if a little dense. “I’m glad Ghost has some like you.” and his face is just like: 😄🤨😄 So. Smart might be too nice of a word.
And of course, how could I forget John fucking Price. It’s the daddy issues probably but he’s just so jejehsoskdiosbeid. “What the fuck is she doing.” Imagining him growling that out in concern and anger is doing things to me. But I have to agree with the other ask! I dont know who said it but I loveeeeeeeeeee your dialogue. It can be really hard to convey emotions through writing but somehow you’re able to do it.
Also, John saying he’d prefer if she stayed with him… I see you. He can’t hide from me.
Other ask had the dresses right. Like almost exactly how I pictured it but this one is also right. I think it’s be a bit more grey to be honest, and the sleeves might be longer. But it’s like a classy but modest dress.
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I feel like they’d go feral. They ARE pirates to be fair, and pirates definitely aren’t known to not be brutes. Though, they might have a bit more decorum. Barely. But still..
ANY WAYS this was a very long ask and to keep myself from annoying you and being demoted from your favorite reader (don’t you dare tell me i’m wrong) i’m going to end this here :) As always, I love you and you’re writing. MWAH 😙
u don’t hate me, i know you’d miss me if i was still gone from the hurricane 🥱
ghost will be in it next, it was hard to fit him in bc hes going thru it rn 😔 now that graves bitch ass is back ghost will definitely be more present and oooo i can’t wait to see it
im #1 gaz lover but making him suffer a little bit rn is giving me adrenaline and i cant stop doing it, its lowkey like a drug and im getting my fix. he wants to kiss us sooooo bad haha smash.
soap can do no wrong i fear, he’s kind of like my dog in this fic or like a pet bc hes just kind of there being silly while also having his moments of redemption and idk i just love him so much i cant help it. also add me imagining him in wet clothes and a wet mullet in that one scene near the end and I was suddenly the dog
john can also do no wrong idc how many haters he has, i will die on that hill. how can u see his banter and his way of teasing and not think he’s fine. r u serious. ALSO THE GROWL MY GOOOOD I WAS TWEAKING WHEN I WROTE IT CUZ ITS ALL I COULD SEE IN MY HEAD AND I GENUINELY STARTING TO TWITCH
that dress is a yes 😫 i’m not up in here imagining glamor, hello this is 1800s pirates and lowkey we’re a lil dirty and stinky, IN MY MIND I WANT MODEST BORING DRESSES BC READER IS NOT A MODEL she’s literally a prisoner (ex ig) on a ship and things get nasty, plus the practicality??? on a ship??? I AGREE but like i said im a black dress girly thru and thru because thats all i wear
I LOVE YOU MWAH
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eddiesghxst · 1 year ago
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Girllieee! First of all I just want to say your new blog theme is so cute and I love it!
Second of all I’m having Eddie brain rot and I was thinking about if modernchef!Eddie would have like a mom food blog with puns and jokes about fantasy and DnD. Where maybe he would recreate dishes from his favorite books and TV shows. And like reader is an active member on the blog always commenting ideas or how the food came out when she tried it.
Or maybe we can do an 80s throw back and maybe Eddie’s got a section in a magazine and reader writes in and they get to letter writing back and forth and she will send him Polaroids of the food and he will send her recipes early to get her opinion?
Very random thought I know, but I couldn’t suffer with it alone 😂
bestie… wait i’m eating this up omfg
i take that and i raise u this:
modern chef!eddie who has a blog and ALSO makes those cooking tik toks (not the slutty ones tho bc those..scare me a lil bit) and all the tik tok girlies obviously love him and he has a big following and then eddie starts talking back and forth with you because you give the best reviews for all of his little entries and then eddie develops a little crush on you and eventually you end up exchanging socials and one day you’re like “i think i might’ve butchered your LOTR honey cake recipe…” and eddie’s like “well, that just won’t do :( how about this, i would be happy to teach you how to make it in person maybe—like… like a date??” and it’s the lamest fucking way he’s ever asked someone on a date but god he really likes you !!
and when you finally meet each other you’re both just like holy fuck this human is insanely perfect and you instantly click and eddie cooks you the most delicious meal you think you’ve ever eaten and maybe you leave him with a little kiss
and then fast forward to a few months later and the tik tok girlies are suspecting that their beloved metalhead chef is seeing someone because there’s been a few videos of his where you can hear someone talking in the back and the comments are always like ‘who’s that i hear talking the back edward?🤨’ and ’king, r u cheating on me ?!’
because eddie’s been holding off on posting you but then you ask him to be your boyfriend and well— okay eddie was planning on asking you first but he’s nervous okay!! he really likes you!!— anyway, so now that you and eddie are officially dating, well eddie can’t hold off anymore and suddenly he’s making his weekly tik tok and it’s starting off with “ladies and gentlemen, my fellow sous-chef’s. the day has finally come,” and he’s cheesing so big as he reaches over to pull you into the frame, “i have a special guest joining me today!”
and the tik tok girlies practically die.
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liberacesghost · 2 years ago
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Day 10 -- Acts of Service
warnings: none
pairing: hotch x reader (nb reader, use of y/n) one of those "not really together but we all know it's gonna happen" things
word count: 396
a/n: just a lil bit of rossi inserting himself into hotch's business and a pining hotch cause we love to see it!!
After placing a fresh cup of tea on your desk, he makes his way up to his office, own steaming cup in his hand. When he enters his office, he notices Dave is already in his. 
“Where’s mine?” Rossi asks with a slight smile on his face.
“Hmm?” Aaron’s too preoccupied with the pile of paperwork on his desk to understand what the other man is talking about. 
“My drink. I saw you drop off one for y/n.” he continues, a mischievous lilt to his voice.
Hotch looks up at your name and then immediately realizes what he’s just done. Rossi confirms this by giving him a shit eating grin. 
“I also noticed you giving them your jacket while out of state last month when they said they were cold. Offering to buy them dinner that one night we all had to stay late a few weeks ago. Oh! And there was -”
“Dave”, Aaron says abruptly. “I got it.”
Rossi just smiles at Aaron, giving him a slight reprieve from his onslaught of observations. 
Hotch was more than a little annoyed. He had thought he was being subtle, but apparently not.
He was well aware of his feelings about you, he didn’t need Rossi reminding him of something he couldn’t have.
Dave, apparently deciding Aaron had enough of a break, continues, “So are you just going to hope they catch on or do you plan on telling them?”
With a long-suffering sigh, Aaron looks at the older man, a thousand different responses on his tongue before finally saying, “I can’t. Not yet.”
Dave, in all his wisdom, knows when to stop pushing. So instead he says, “Ok” and begins to walk out of Hotch’s office. 
“Just promise you won’t wait too long”. When Aaron nods but won’t meet Rossi’s eye, he continues, “I mean, I can’t promise that the rest of the team won’t find out.”
Aaron’s head snaps up at that, eyes narrowing at the thinly veiled threat, to see Dave placidly smile at him from the doorway.
Hotch sighs, “Sometimes I hate you, Dave.” 
“I know.”
And with that he’s out the door leaving Aaron alone with his thoughts. His eyes eventually wander to you down in the bullpen sitting at your desk working. 
He would have to do something soon before this got out of hand.
He hates it when Dave’s right.
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handsome-wise-strong · 2 years ago
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No disrespect to the fics where aemond fucks alys bc she looks like luke (I love them) but I’m an aemma-rhaenyra-lucerys mini-me supremacy truther and I just had a thought that it would be sooooo funny actually if they DON’T look similar at all outside of them both being beautiful enough that men go a little (a lot) crazy over them (magic??). Like obsessed aemond seeing how disgraceful aegon acts bc he just HAS to get his cock wet and he meets this strong bastard and is like— idea! if I fuck this strong bastard enough, that will make me immune to the other strong bastard and this way I will not be a cuntstruck fool. surely it will be exactly the same and nothing will go wrong. And alys is like lol sure whatever you say my prince bc she’s a witch and she knows the truth and lives for his suffering lmao. And then. And then. It’s time. And aemond is waiting with the rest of the greens to receive rhaenyra and her family and I want it to be like lotr aragorn reunited with arwen lmao. people sweeping aside until he finally sees lucerys look up at him and no. oh no. he doesn’t look a thing like alys, not really. except the hair and eye colour, he is clearly targaryen… he’s got his mother’s face……. the realm’s delight come again…… oh nooooo…
I’m a firm believer in Luke having a lil bit of magic in him too. He’s got an ethereal kind of beauty to him that attracts people and they can’t place why they want him so much. One look in his eyes and people will do whatever he wants them to. He’s a true siren!
Aemond has tried both fucking people who look just like him and people who look nothing like him. His obsession with Luke remains despite his best efforts. He’s eternally cuntstruck over his nephew!
The fact that literally everyone else is too has him losing his mind 😌
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fantomette22 · 10 months ago
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1, 2, 7, 16, 22 and 29 for Gehrman?
AH the man himself! Our dear first hunter Gehrman! Thanks for asking Katy! Alright let's get to it!
Ask game here
1.Do you project onto this character?
Hm I’m not very sure because we have A LOT of differences obliviously but I do project a couple of issues I have into him lmao. (poor lad. But really I project more into Maria for exemple. I think.) So I guess it depend yeah
Oh wait I am dumb I do project lot of interest I have into him cough cough but it’s pure headcanons territory. Maybe his good sides too.
2. Did you always like this character?
At the beginning I was very neutral towards Gehrman. Neither good or bad opinion on him. I guess I just wait to see more. I knew some people like or hate him but I wasn’t sure why exactly. 
7. Does the character’s age matter to you?
Matter like, do I care about how old he is? Or matter like, is his age important?
I guess it is very important in context! He lived for a while but at what cost! Look all the shit he’s been through! And he’s on the verge of death. Or at least being in the dream made him live even longer than he should supposed too. That’s a lot of background but he’s the first hunter so that’s impactful. He’s from another time many in current Yharnam can’t recall. He was there, at the begging of it all!
So in that context that would be very different and create a very different impact if he was younger. Still most of the stuff I write for him is when I imagined him younger but yeah I like the character like this too.
16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely? 
Hm… I guess? Well I do imagined make him cry more hehe (love making the poor blorbo suffer 😭 sorry not sorry) but I personally don’t really cry my eyes out for it I guess? Ok the day the manage to write the fic when Maria died ok I might cry.
Back to the subject when I first finish bloodborne I listen to his theme non stop and cried at 3am XD so a little yeah
22 . Do you think you will always love this character? 
Well yeah I think? Except if Fromsoftware/Miyazaki come tell me to my face he’s actually the biggest asshole ever uhhh. But I think it should be ok. I hope
29. Do you affectionately bully this character? 
Well I wanna say no but actually I think I accidentally do?? Like all the time. In all the lil scenarios I created he either suffer or get affectionally bullied by his friends or other people in the best case 😂 (By Laurence especially what a coincidence.)
I am so mean to him it’s unreal. I can’t share it here but damn he get so much roast at time lmao almost feel bad for him. Ok I do feel bad a bit but like…. That wouldn’t be funny XD
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amischiefofmice · 5 months ago
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Fanfic Ask Game: F, M, X, Z (ahahahahaha)
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
OK LETS SEE, this is long but idk, its still a snippet from a longer work!!
“I’ll have you know, if you had not so rudely intruded on me and instead waited for me to find you properly, I would have been much more together. Less of an embarrassing mess. On rare occasions I require some time to… put myself back together.” “I was worried! You just upped and fucking vanished! We’ve already seen people eat up by that shadow curse.” “Really, Karlach, are you lecturing me about horrible curses?” He smirked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, just because you’ve got one doesn't mean you’re an expert in all of ‘em!” “I’m really not an expert in any, my dear, I’m quiet rubbish at being a vampire, honestly, by any real metric. Cazador wanted me a dimber whore more than anything else.” Karlach gave him a mighty squeeze, “I’ve got you now, soldier.” He laughed and mused, “It feels weird to give voice to such thoughts. Talk about it… I don’t think I want to anymore. Not right now, at least.” He coughed awkwardly and shifted topic slightly, “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never tasted anything but beast blood before now…” “I didn’t think you were, mate.” “I’m a rather disappointing sexy vampire boyfriend, honestly.” Karlach took a moment to tilt her head to the side and inspect him, playing up making thoughtful noises, before nodding decisively “Interesting cute Astarion boyfriend, instead! I think that’s a way fucking better prize.” He briefly kissed her lips again, then rubbed his nose against hers. “Thank you.” He then pushed against her a couple of times. She laughed as she got the message, shifting to lay on her back. He nuzzled into her side, resting his head on her shoulder, right above some of her embedded metal rings, snaking one arm underneath her own. “Might wanna move, Fangs. Those vents let stinky shit out like all the damn time. Well, I can’t fucking smell it, but I’ve heard lots of fucking complaints.” He gave a test sniff and stiffened, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. She laughed, “See! I told you, fucker!” Astarion coughed and rubbed his face with his free hand. “No. No, no. It is not foul. I was just not prepared.” He coughed again and then explained, “The smell is that of hot blood mixed with…” he took a bigger sniff and smiled as he licked his lips, “Something a bit… tangy? Spicy? Hard to really place. In any case. I quite like it.” He licked a row of her exhaust ports before using her as a pillow again. She shook with laughter and thumped him on the side a couple of times. “Well, hot damn! Glad somebody likes my shoulder farts!” “Darling, some constructive criticism. Find a better term.” “Shoulder toots?” Astarion made the worst fake snoring sounds that had ever been produced in the realm
from my fic that is a combo of karlach and astarion's act 2 romance scenes.
this just makes me happy still lol idk i just think its a good lil snippet of how i see those 2 interacting and playing off each other, he is silly and jokey in game at the drop of a hat, despite everything that happened to him, and so is she, so like. yah they both have their big piles of trauma and huge uncertain futures buuuut well, they stay silly
also i got to use the phrase 'shoulder farts' :D
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
laffo. peers at WIPS.
one i keep noodling on in-between other stuff is a fic based on the Karlach origin scene where after you get to riverton she is REALLY BURNING UP AT NIGHT bc she's so ANGIES about Gortash. I thought i'd be cute for Astarion to try to figure out some way to help her and comfort her since she's so much about comforting other people and downplaying what she needs a lot of the time.
X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
*holds up the poor sad vampire boy*
LOOK HOW MUCH TRAUMA YOU CAN FIT IN HERE!!!
Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?
laffo you butt, rainbowbarnacle!!! though really Karlach dying is just kinda.. the bg to my fic, bc so many problems would not have happened if either she was there or they were both in avernus lol
i like character death a lot if there is a reason for it. if you just kill 'em off for no reason eh. idk, its not a thing i look for or a reason not to read a fic for me, it's just... there.
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