#gimme them hot springs

[freakrenaissance]

::sigh:: 😌 I absolutely love this fic! So dreamy & sexy...I love thinking of din getting some well deserved lovin in his new house on nevarro... and there's still more adventure to come 😍 looooove this. Miss him so much!

— only if for a night

[series masterlist]

din djarin x f!reader

Rated E - 6.5k

Tags: spoilers for 03.01, neighbor!din, established past encounter, flirting / mutual yearning, hot springs makeout, soft dom!din, outercourse, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, PiV

A/N: based on that little line from s03.01 about the hot springs. Many liberties taken with the creed.

When it appears the droid repair will take longer than expected, Din finds himself taking Karga up on the offer for the parcel of land.

And when you go to give your new neighbor a warm welcome - you never imagine that it would be the very man you haven’t been to stop thinking about.

He’d never been all that great at saying no.

It was easy when he was on the job - dealing with strangers. Questions rarely came when the saw him as just a symbol. Something to be feared.

A Mandalorian.

When it was a friend… well, that was a different story. Somehow, Karga had gotten under his skin. Twisting words around until he found himself agreeing to that parcel of land, out by the flats.

His stay was only temporary. That, he made sure of to mention. More than once, each time more firmly.

“Ah, but you always come back.” Karga had smiled, while they overlooked the city, “I know you have your business to attend to.”

Glancing down at Grogu, still spinning in the chair, “But wouldn’t it be nice to have a home to return to? To know you have a place, here?”

“I’ll think about it.” He had hedged, hands braced on his hips.

Somewhere along their walk later - their path had changed. Through the center of town, past the now deconstructed monument.

Before he knew it, he was in the middle of the tidy hut - Grogu wandering through the back door and into the sizable yard, as he found himself signing the deed.

“We’ll worry about the details later.” Karga had winked - and then he was gone.

Leaving Din alone, in his new space. Half-exasperated as he checks through the rooms.

A living space that flows into a small kitchen. Smoothed stone walls, a hallway that leads to a bathroom, with a full-sized sonic. The sharp right curve as the building continues back - a master bedroom taking up the last third of the L-shaped unit.

It might be nice to have a private place to sleep for a few days, while he waited for IG-11 to be repaired. His legs and back aching from sleeping in the starfighter.

And he’s never loved inns. Never trusted them completely - not even on Nevarro.

A small head peeks around the doorway, as he stands in the middle of the bedroom. The cotton curtains fluttering with the breeze, a view of the hot springs and the thick line of trees visible from the open window.

“What do you think, kid?” He finds himself asking.

Grogu coos happily, and his lips curve underneath his helmet.

“Yeah.” He hums. “I think so, too.”

———

“Finally sold that place, next to yours.”

You frown, glancing up from your datapad. Feet kicked up on the desk in your office, catching up on comms.

The news is unexpected, you hadn’t known anyone was looking at the property. Karga hadn’t pressed for you to put out any advertisements in the past couple weeks. Acted like he’s been saving it - but for what, you didn’t know.

“Would say I’m glad, but I was getting used to the private hot springs access.” You smile, removing your feet, pushing yourself up to greet him, “You need me to get the paperwork together?”

“No need, I handled it.”

That makes your eyebrow raise. Karga had certainly done a lot for Nevarro. The green trees outside - the expansion of the city - was more than enough proof.

But you had never seen him handle any of the minute details. Never had been his style.

No, that was your job.

“I’d like you to stop by though.” He says, fingers stroking the white bristles of his beard, “Make sure he’s doing alright. Explain about the expansions, I didn’t get a chance to cover that part.”

“Sure thing.” You nod, already collecting your things, “You know I would anyways, since he’s my neighbor and all.”

But Karga’s focus on this new buyer nudges at your attention - a beat passing, before you add, “Is it someone high profile? Should I know them?”

His answering look is knowing. And cryptic, as only he can be, “Something like that.”

Leaving your office with an amused smile - and you more curious than ever.

———

Your fist raps twice on the closed blast door. A hand smoothing down the front of your tunic, wrinkled with your brisk walk over from the office. The basket tucked under your arm, filled to the brim with goodies hand-picked from "the stash".

A crate stored in one of Karga's many rooms, filled with gifts from shops in town, potential business partners, visiting travellers.

Anything expensive he accepted for himself - the rest you collect, with the dual purpose of handling it for him, and finding a use for the item.

Creating welcome kits for all those who are new to the city, things to make their houses feel more like homes. Blankets to fend off the evening chill. Vouchers for a warm meal at the local cantina. Dried meats and fruits - trinkets for the children if there are any.

Fingers crossed that your new neighbor is someone nice. Not like that Weequay you had roomed next to when you had lived downtown - keeping you up late with their band practice. Chords loudly strum on their hallisket, somehow always off-key. Overly rude, whenever you had gently tried to bring it up.

Back then, you woke with the dawn, due down at the new school just after daybreak. Rough did not even begin to cover it.

Moving out here, the change in your duties, had been nice. Certainly a walk every morning, but the privacy was well appreciated.

Quiet nights after spending the day keeping up with the whirlwind that was Greef Karga. Soaking away the stress in the small clusters of hot springs that make their way along the flats.

No one answers, so you inch around the side of the building to check the back. One of the many bonuses about being this far out - the large yards and extra space. Past the narrow landing pad - the shining chrome ship that rests on it.

Your nose wrinkles at the sleek lines, the overall ostentation.

Stars, if it's another 'Karga'...

Pushing the thought aside as you call out, ahead, "Hello! Anyone home?"

"Back here." A voice replies, sounding muffled.

You’re rounding the corner of the hut, when you freeze. Only the vice-like grip on the handle keeping the basket from tumbling across the stone patio.

Because you do know him.

Intimately.

Though it’s been a while. Over a year, maybe two?

But there was no mistaking the shine of his silver armor. The little friend that’s still by his side.

“Oh.” You greet him, intelligently.

His helmet turns at your voice, his own form going still for a long moment. The child lets out a coo, his small head turning as he leans over the edge of the water, splashing the surface.

“Hi. Karga sent me over. I mean, I would have come anyways.” You clear your throat as you find your voice - hiking a thumb over your shoulder, “Seeing as we’re neighbors, and all.”

“Neighbors.” He repeats, his voice a low monotone.

It’s so strange to hear it again.

You’d spent ages thinking about it. About that night. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than blowing off steam.

Back then, you had still worked at the school. Filling in as the teaching droid became accustomed to the class - still developing the emotional intelligence part of its AI.

You had been an aide, making sure things ran smoothly. And it had, until those few days that the Child had been in attendance.

It still makes you smile to remember the bits of blue cookie smeared on his face.

That’s when you had met the Mandalorian, picking up his child. And then running into him again, later at the cantina.

Ending up in his ship, even later after that. Staying longer than you meant to, until the indigo sky was streaked with pink and grey.

You still think about the cold bite of his armor against your bare skin. The low rasp of his voice, lips forming around rough words of praise that had burrowed into your brain.

Just one night, but it had stayed in your memory for the hundreds that came after.

“Uh, yes.” You snap back to reality, as you jiggle the basket. Walking over, because it was too late to flee - setting it down on the low stone table.

Your face heats - you're not sure how to word this. Unsure if it was more awkward to get out with it, or pretend like this was the first time you’ve met.

After a moment, you make your decision. Better to just be honest.

Your hand extends, as you give him your name. A small cringe of a smile, as you hedge, "I don't know if you remember-"

His answer cuts you off, as his hand takes yours, "I do."

Oh.

The vocoder makes it impossible to tell the exact tone of his response. If it was a good memory, or if he was disappointed in this strange reunion.

You’re saved from the awkwardness of not knowing, when the child toddles over. A wide grin spreads over your face, plucking a treat out of the basket.

“Just look at you!” Sinking to your knees - you glance up, before handing the piece of candy over, “Is this okay?”

The Mandalorian’s head dips in a nod, a heat in your cheeks as you turn back. Placing it into the little outstretched hands, as you marvel.

“You’ve really grown!”

His ears wiggle, the peek of his teeth as he smiles.

Not bigger, but certainly more confident. A sweetness shining, more certain of the steps he takes. A tightness in your chest, as he shows it to Mando - clutched tight in his fist.

“That’s right.” He replies patiently, “Tell her ‘thank you’, Grogu.”

Grogu makes a sound that could pass as a thanks, making his way to the rock border of the small garden.

Leaving you looking up at the Mandalorian. The angle doing something to you - all that shining armor. You on your knees.

His head, still tilting down. Cocked, your way.

But then, you’re remembering why you’re there. Pushing yourself to your feet, burning with embarrassment.

“Uh, right. The details.” You rush, turning away. Back towards the border of the property, your finger pointing, “The hot springs runs through your back yard and mine. Some huts are lucky enough to have their own.”

A shrug, as you turn back, “But most have to share. It’s great this time of year, it gets chilly at night. He’ll love it.”

Your head tilts towards Grogu, still munching away. Mando nods, slowly walking over to stand beside you, looking out at the natural springs. The thick trees above, making a sort of barrier to the huts behind it.

“Oh, and your house.”

The last detail.

“They’re built so you can add on. It’s a good size for one right now. But if you need more space there’s room on the sides, or add another floor.” You gesture to the spots, so he can picture the expansion.

“Should be pretty easy. You would just tell me or Karga, and there’s a couple droids that have it down to a science.”

His head tilting to look where you point. A beat, before he asks, “Have you added onto yours?”

Your eyes meet his visor, surprised.

Lips pressing together as you think about it, your head shaking. Smiling sheepishly.

“No. Like I said… it’s uh, good for one.”

He hums at that, but doesn’t ask anything else. Nor does he look away, his hands resting on his hips.

A dozen questions on the tip of your tongue. Holding them back because you’re not sure how to ask them. Not wanting the answer to be different from what you’re hoping.

So instead, you just smile.

“The last step is usually a tour, but I’m sure we can skip that part. Wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time.”

There’s a beat, while he seems to think about it. A hesitance, before he nods.

“Right. Thank you, we should be fine.”

Almost a reluctance.

But you’re certain you’re imagining it.

———

It’s lucky that he didn’t take you up on the tour. You barely make the walk back to your house before your comm is beeping - an emergency that has you running back into town.

A no-show from a contractor, for a job that needed to be done today. The afternoon is spent with your sleeves rolled up, helping out yourself, the work bleeding into the evening.

The morning becoming a blur, as you drag yourself home. Just thinking about sinking into the springs for a couple minutes, resting your aching feet.

Grabbing a ration bar as you change into one of your suits, your robe and a towel thrown over your shoulder. Leaving the door open, letting the cool night air into your house as you head towards the back.

Your things dumped on a low wooden bench, as you stretch - arms high above you head. A low, throaty groan as you step into the hot water, finding your favorite nook to rest in.

It’s only then, in the water with the skies above, that you think about the Mandalorian. A thrill at seeing him again, even if it didn’t go anywhere.

With his line of work, you can’t pretend you weren’t worried. Hadn’t been thinking about him, hoping he and his son were alright.

Hoping for other things, as well.

When your eyes finally open - you freeze.

The object of your affections sitting a few yards away from you, supplies spread out on the stone table. In the middle of cleaning a long rifle, a piece of cloth in his hands.

Seemingly frozen as well, his helmet tipped your way. The moment stretching out, until you’re letting out a little “oh”, dipping down into the water.

“Sorry,” You give him a little wave - unsure what else to do, “Didn’t see you out here.”

Moving closer to the edge, your hands bracing on the raised lip, “I can go. Long day, just needed a minute.”

“No.” He shifts then, a gloved hand going flat, “Please, stay.”

You’re pleased. To continue soaking, and to continue taking him in. Your chin resting on the curl of your fingers, watching him work.

It’s quiet - the rustle of the leaves above. A chirp of the crickets, the summer days starting to tip into autumn.

“What happened today?” Mando asks you, your head lifting.

Frowning - the question loaded. Did he mean earlier? Like, when you first rounded the corner into his backyard?

He takes pity on you, “You said today was long.”

“Mmm.” You sigh, now understanding. Biting back a smile, pleased that he’s asking about you, “I guess it wasn’t too bad. Just putting out a few fires for Karga.”

He hums, like he understands your implication.

But then, you’re remembering that he’s friends with him. Your nose crinkles, “Not that I am complaining. He’s done a lot for this city, we’re all grateful.”

“You can be honest with me.” His tone sounds amused, and you relax.

The tools set down, as he moves closer. The slow creak of his armor, the overhead lights glinting as he lower himself to one of the chairs that rest close to the edge.

Close enough that he could step into the water, the steam that rises up in the chilly evening air. His helmet tipping down to where you sit.

Your eyebrow lifts, “You thinking about coming in? I can close my eyes for you.”

Remembering what he said, before. The reason why he stayed wrapped in his armor, his helmet always firmly fixed in place.

His head tilts, considering. A long moment - as you hope - before he answers.

“Not tonight.”

The disappointment pools in your belly - but you move on quickly as he asks, “How long have you been working for him? I didn’t see you at the school.”

He had looked. That moment when he walked through town - later, when they ran into the pirates. A worry, fueling him to act when they had threatened to take that drink in the renovated building, where the old saloon used to dwell.

The disappointment melts into fondness, “A while. Close to a year? It’s fun, he can just be a lot, you know?”

He makes a sound of agreement, knowing full well.

“Very convincing and influential. I find myself doing all kinds of stuff just because he asks,” You laugh, your chin cupped in your hand, “He’s got his eyes on some big prizes. High Magistrate. Mining and trade routes.”

Your gaze drifts, going far away, “It’s great for the city. The expansion, all the money coming in. He loves it. The job, the finery of it all. But, personally… I’m not sure it’s what I want.”

The words trail off, as you get lost.

“What do you want?” His voice brings you back.

You blink, looking up at him, “I just want a place to call my own. Something just for me.”

Head tilting towards you little hut, as you start to feel a little self-conscious, “I’m sure that sounds stupid.”

His helmet stays focused on you, as he answers.

“No. I think I understand.”

———

When it came to this hut, he had floundered. Finding himself agreeing, even though he knew he’d be gone again in days. Now, there’s a question that lingers. Heavy on his mind and heart as the hours bleed into the next.

But this time, he knows what he wants. When the question comes, he’ll have the answer.

The next evening, he’s waiting for you.

Surprising you, seeing him in just the flightsuit, as you exit your hut. Pausing mid-step when you see how he lingers. Self-conscious now, in his own way.

Your question comes, again.

“You coming in?”

This time, he nods. Fingers lingering at the zipper on his chest - the anticipation curling in your stomach as you watch.

His hands going still. Wanting this, but the sting of his betrayal to the creed is still a fresh, aching wound. Letting someone see his face. Even though it was the only way.

You head inclines towards a spot in the back of the springs. Where the trees are thick, blocking out the twinkling stars above.

“I can wait there.” You tell him, “I won’t look.”

It’s the last assurance he needs.

He nods.

Making you way to the back, sinking down into the springs. Nervous and excited and thrilled, as you find the spot - where he joins you soon after.

Helmet still on, you can hear the buzz of his groan as the hot water hits his skin. Easing the aches in his back, from the hours of flying.

It’s a little narrow for two, but you fit together - facing each other, under the trees. Where the night and the shadow of the branches weave together - until you can only see the soft, loose outline of his shape.

You can’t believe he got in. Fingers itching to reach out and touch - but you hold back. Still not knowing how he feels, if he wants the same thing as you.

Instead, you fill the silence with soft questions. About him this time - where he’s been, what’s happened since you last saw him.

Some of the tension easing.

And slowly, he tells you. How they became separated. How he had gotten him back, only for the reunion to be cut short. Never saying how the absence effected him - but after seeing their bond today, you knew it had to be hard.

Finally, about their reunion.

With each story, each confession - you find yourselves moving closer. Inching along the natural stone seating until the feet of space dwindle down to mere inches between you.

You wonder if he can hear your heart. The way it thuds in your chest, as his knee brushes yours.

It’s quiet now, other than the ripple of water as your leg stretches out - foot resting on the outcropping of rock he sits on.

"I'm not staying long. Just a few days." The rasp of his voice breaks the silence. His leg brushes yours again.

A soft warning. Letting you know that this would be like last time.

But it’s not the same. Not really.

Your lips press together - the peek of your tongue as you wet them, "You'll be back. You just bought a house here."

"Yes.” He acknowledges, “But I don't know when-“

“I don’t mind”. Your own confession comes easily, in the dark. Leg shifting until your foot taps against his thigh, against bare skin, "Stop overthinking things. When was the last time you had some fun?"

There’s a low breath at your question, a buzz through his vocoder.

"Not since I last saw you."

You know he doesn't mean yesterday. The tickle in your stomach turns into full-on butterflies as your fingers drift - bridging the small gap between you. Finding his on the stone.

Fingertips dragging across knuckles, the back of his hand. Against smooth, bare skin. Before he moves - his hand curling around your wrist, tugging you forward.

A startled yelp as he hauls you into his lap, your thighs bracketing his - shins pressing into the bench beneath you.

Hands steadying themselves on his broad shoulders. His own slowly sliding over your thighs, up to your hips. Fingers kneading soft flesh as you shift, fitting yourself snug against him.

Feeling him.

The clothed, thick curve that’s pressing against your core. A soft sound in your throat as you rock your hips unconsciously against his cock, finally putting pressure on the spot that has been aching for him.

“Maybe you can remind me how.” He rasps, his own hips tilting up, grinding.

Your laugh is strangled as you meet him. Relief in many more ways than one as you brace your hands on his shoulders. Moving more purposely this time as you roll your hips.

Finding the spot that makes you shudder, nails sinking into his skin. His own hands grasping at you, the sharp hiss of breath through his helmet.

It’s too dark to see more than outlines, but you still find his visor. Trying to imagine where his eyes would be, before yours drop down - admiring the rare glimpse of his neck.

His shoulders, broad and strong. Fingers touching features you can’t make out - the coarse, peppered-grey curls on his chest. Decades of scars, each with a story. His form slightly softened by age, but still moving you effortlessly.

The grip on your hips loosen, a hand drifting up. Leaving droplets of water on your skin as his fingers skim your waist, then higher.

A knuckle brushing your breast, over the top of your suit. Teasing at the edge.

“Gods, yes.” You sigh, leaning back to give him room.

To watch him tug the cloth to the side, then down. Baring a breast, and then the other. Fingers dipping down to the water, dragging a wet thumb over the pebbled peak.

You’re clenching, your pace picking up. Leaning into his touch, grinding your pussy against him.

That low voice of his, encouraging you, “Keep riding me, mesh’la. Fuck, just like that.”

It makes you shudder. Pleasure coils in your head, the build-up making your thoughts hazy. So close to what you need, but not quite enough.

A frustrated whine slides through your teeth, your eyes lifting to his. A hand letting go to dip down, between your thighs - but he catches it with his own.

Bringing it back up to his shoulder, before his dips below the waistband. To where you’re wet, slick with arousal. Whimpering when his fingers circle your clit, making you mindless. Prone to babble, the words hushed in the quiet night.

“Stars, I missed you. Feel just as good as I remember.”

A beat, where his fingers linger. Just for a second, before he’s shifting beneath you - increasing the sweet pressure.

“You thought about this?”

Your eyelids flutter closed, your chest crushed against his. Feeling the slick slide of his fingers, exactly the touch you needed.

“Mhm. All the time.” The confession come easy, drunk as you are on pleasure, “How hard you made me come, how fucking good you are with your fingers.”

The praise sinks into his skin, smoothing over the thin cracks of insecurity. He had thought of you, too. Often.

Fucking his fist to the memory, so like the way your hand worked between your own thighs at night.

Just a night but it had felt like so much more. A connection.

He has you close. It almost feels like time is ticking down, each press of his fingers bringing you towards the end. An arm wraps around you, pinning you against him as you gasp.

More praise falling, just for him.

“Oh, you’re going to make me come. Just like that, please-”

His breath harsh as he concentrates, as your face buried into his neck. Muffling your cry as you’re brought over that edge, going stiff in his arms.

Gasping against his skin, as he coos in your ear. The words muted through the haze, buzzing against your skin. Finding bliss, in this dark corner of the springs.

A long moment of silence, as you find your limbs again.

“Did you mean what you said?” He asks, as your cheek presses against his helmet.

Cool against your hot skin, a soft sigh as you relax against him. Embarrassed, now your head is a little more clear, “What, that I fantasized about you?”

Mando makes a sound, a low laugh, “When you said you’d close your eyes. Did you mean that?”

Your head tilts back, so you can see him. Where his face would be, your palms skimming down his arms, “Yeah, I meant that.”

He stands then, taking you with him - your legs still hooked around his waist. Walking you to the side of the springs before your feet touch down, fingers curling around your wrist - tugging them up until your hand covers your eyes.

“Is your house the same as mine?”

Helping you out of the pool as you answer, his hand around your other wrist, “Mirrored.”

Guiding you to the back door, taking a second in the dark to wipe you both down with the towels you left.

Before he’s pulling you deeper, through the kitchen. Back to your bedroom. It’s still dark when your back is pressing against the matress, his hips between your thighs.

The light is low here. A string of ambient bulbs twinkling above your bed, casting the room in a soft glow. He pauses, as you shift below him.

Looking debauched, where you lay against the mattress. Bare legs, you core just covered by the cloth bottoms. The peek of flushed, tight nipples where he has tugged your top aside.

Practically begging for his mouth, the brush of his tongue.

He had been planning to take you in the darkness. Now, he can’t bear the thought of not being able to watch you fall apart with his own eyes.

“Can I blindfold you?” He husks, fingers trailing up your thighs.

You don’t know why he’s asking, but you agree, “Sure. If that’s what you want.”

“Yes.” The tips changing course, tracing the cut of your swimsuit, along the inside of your thigh, “Do you have something I could use?”

Already, the lack of sight has you on edge in the best way - your legs inching further apart. The hand not covering your eyes reaching up - searching beneath the nest of pillows.

Fingers catching on the elastic of the sleeping mask, as you tug it down. Another gift that Karga had discarded, one that found its way into your pocket, along with the matching silk robe, the jar of bath oils.

He helps you fit it into place, his thumb smoothing over your cheek - as your sight dissolves into true darkness.

Gasping, as he tugs at the ties of your top - baring you. A pneumatic hiss that you don’t recognize - ears straining as something heavy is set down on the side table.

The wet swipe of a tongue against the curve of your breast, flattening over your nipple. Wrapping around to suck, teeth just barely scraping the sensitive bud.

“Fuck.” You hiss, reaching for him. Grasping strong shoulders that hover over you, as his knuckles trap the other, gently pinching.

His helmet. He took it off, for you.

The weight of his actions crash into you, a tightness in your chest that has you gasping. His groan sounding pretty as presses an open-mouth kiss against your sternum, the sound unfiltered.

Another, as he moves down.

“Wanted to fuck you in the hot springs,” Fingers catch on the waistband of your suit bottoms, your hips lifting as he pulls them down, “Tug these off of you, just like this. Would you have let me?”

You moan, unable to help it - your answer eager, “Yes. Anything you want.”

He hums in approval - broad hands nudging under your thighs, another tug as he pulls you towards the edge of your bed.

Even with the mask your eyes close, a thrill of excitement as you wait for the press of his cock. Aching for him to fill you, your mind taking you back to last time.

How he had sunk into you. The sweet stretch until the cool armor on his thighs pressed against your skin from behind.

“But there’s something else I wanted more.” His voice breaks into your thoughts, bringing you back.

And it’s not his cock that kisses your cunt. It’s his lips, pressed against the slick, swollen flesh. Your hips flex as you whimper, his hand sliding to press against your stomach.

Pinning you down, as he groans against your pussy. Tongue pointing to flick against your clit before he pulls back. The scratch of facial hair against your thigh as he presses a kiss there.

“Thought about you, too. Dreamed about tasting your sweet little cunt. Making you come on my tongue.”

His mouth following his words, warm where the rest against your skin. Taking his time as he spreads you open with his fingers. Tongue tracing from the tight bud of your clit, down.

Pressing the tip into you. Tasting your release, your slick arousal, as you reach for him. Fingers sinking into soft curls - another realization, another small detail about him that you tuck inside your heart.

You tug on them as he sighs against you, fucking you with his tongue. Slipping back up to wrap his lips around your clit and suck, while his fingers nudge at you.

Sinking the tip of one inside, teasing. Knuckles deep in your greedy cunt - first one, and then another. A low hum against your slit as you whine. Fingers crooking against the spongey spot that had you keening last time.

The combination is too much. Senses heightened to an extreme - each messy flick and press of his tongue sending sparks down your spine to collect and pool low in your belly.

Hearing each and every groan he makes, the rough timbre of his voice. Your own moans joining his, twisting around each other like your fingers in his curls.

The words panted out, achingly desperate.

“Oh, fuck-”

“Please, right there-”

Each breath shorter than the last. Your hands scrambling, leaving his locks to grip onto the pillow, as your hips flex against his mouth.

His fingers pounding steadily against a spot that makes you see stars. Chin and lips smeared with your slick as he coaxes you over the edge.

“Osik. I can feel you clenching around my fingers, mesh’la.” He groans, eyes fixed on where you take him, the silky shine of his fingers.

Flicking up to your face - wanting to watch you fall apart for him with his own eyes, “Want you to come for me, want to feel you gush on my fingers.”

And with a gasp, you do.

Your senses fading to a buzzing, white noise as your hips lift off the bed. Coming hard, pulsing around thick fingers as he watches, tilting his head to press his tongue against your clit. Feeling you there, each little thud where he’s pressed flat against you.

Leaving you gasping, loose-limbed. The sound turning warm and happy with the elation that spreads, settling over your limbs.

His hand swipes across his chin, as he pushes himself up. Arms wrapping under your thighs again, scooting you back onto the bed.

Achingly hard as he peels off the bottoms he still wears. Slick-stained fingers wrapping around his cock, the rough groan of relief as he jerks from base to flushed tip.

More than pleased by the way he has you smiling. Contented and floating, just from his fingers - the inexperienced swipe of his tongue.

He’d learn, for you. Let your fingers twist in his hair, tug him to the right spot until it’s all that he knows.

For now, he soaks you in. His knees pressing into the bed, hoisting your thighs over them. Angling his cock down, to tap against your pussy - a string of your slick clinging to the tip.

“Fuck, just look at you.”

Feeling it’s wet heat, the way you’re arching into him already. Eyes greedy as he presses into you, watching the tip sink in.

How the tight grip of your cunt chokes him - inching in further, before he’s retreating. Pulling back, sliding the soaked tip across your folds again.

Your teeth grit, your hands searching for him. Curling around his wrists, as his hands hold your hips in place.

“Mando, please. Don’t tease me.”

He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. Tonight, you’re his. Days of uncertainty - wondering if you had thought of him the way he did of you, culminating in this moment of desire that burns through him.

Not wanting to hear the name that follows him like a shadow.

“Din.” He grits out. Something tight in his chest loosening, “My name. It’s Din Djarin.”

Your lips wrap around the gift, making him throb when you parrot it back to him. That need making itself known, as he sinks into you again.

“Want you to stay it when you come.” His hands yank your hips, as his snap forward. Seating himself fully as you moan - as he buries his cock in you.

Din’s voice sounding tight, as he adds, “You got that?”

“Yes, Din.” You sigh dreamily, clenching around him as he moans.

Letting him set a rhythm that starts slow - lets you feel each inch as he drags himself out, before snapping in. Picking up as you cling to him, shifting until your legs are wrapping around his waist.

Hovering over you, tucking you beneath him as his hips snap against yours. Your hands wandering - sliding across his shoulders. Thumbs sweeping over the hollow of his throat, down through the coarse hair across his chest.

So much skin, bared for you to touch. You want to know every inch. Wish you could see - but you’re not that greedy. Happy to take this reunion for every ounce that it was.

But he leans into it. The warmth of your hand, the way your thighs wrap around him. That stiff hold of his shoulder and back loosening, as he lowers himself further.

Unable to resist the urge to see what it’s like. To press his lips against your cheek, feeling the bite of your fingernails when you sigh in surprise.

The whimper as he moves closer to your mouth, until his lips are ghosting over yours. Your head tilting up to chase him in the dark.

His name, once again.

“Din.”

There’s a snarl that rises in this chest. Muffled by the time it reaches to his throat, as his lips finally press against yours.

Starting slow, like the rut of his hips. Just a soft brush, before he draws back for a breath. Coming back for another, as you sigh and arch into him. Lips parting as his tongue brushes the seam, his hand slipping up to cup the back of your head.

He tastes like you. The sweet tang of your pussy on his tongue. Delving into your mouth as he fucks you, as you can do little more than just cling to him.

Soft moans and the needy press of your mouths layering with the wet sound of your joining. The angle stroking his cock against the spot that his fingers found, stealing your thoughts.

Not even realizing it’s your own voice, the panting “please, please-”. Each breath after a soft “oh” that gets sharper, higher, with each gasp.

“Fuck, that’s it.” The voice in your ear sends a thrill down your spine. Joining that familiar fire that pools in your belly, “You’re taking me so well. Are you going to come for me again?”

His lips press against your throat, where your heart flutters. Feeling the bitten-back whine, as your legs clench around him.

Bracing yourself for the pleasure that’s about to tear through you, the spark that starts down low before it races down your limbs.

“Give me one more, cyar’ika.” He rasps, and you can’t help but obey.

That strung-tight string snaps. His name a sob on your lips as the orgasm crashes over you. A pleased hum against your skin as his thrusts snap harder - the rhythm sloppy as you tremble in his embrace.

Din’s breath is hot against your neck, his forehead pressed to your cheek. Feeling the tight clench of your wet cunt around his cock - his fingers biting into your hip as he seeks his own end.

“Where do you want me?” He grits out, “I’m not going to last, feel so good-”

Your legs tighten around his hips, pushing him deeper. Fingers lacing around his neck, the tip of one finding his curls again.

“Come in me.” You beg - hearing his rough groan at your words, “Still have the implant.”

“Fuck.”

He had felt it, last time. You had guided his fingers to the ridge beneath your skin, in that moment where you waited with baited breath for his cock to fill you.

Emptying himself the first time from behind, bent over some crates in the hull. The second, hours later. On your back, like this - but he had been armored then, your bare skin reflecting off the beskar as he stood between your thighs.

But now, your limbs are tangled. The heel of a foot pressed against his ass, his body rolling against yours. The messy press of his mouth against your skin.

A hiss, as he inhales.

Hands gripping onto you, as that breath is released in a rough groan, your own name on his lips. A sharp thrust as he buries himself deep, a shallow rock of his hips with each flex of his cock as he spills into you. The warmth flooding your walls, as he moves until you’ve taken all of him.

Until the aching, burning need is extinguished - as he relaxes like you did. Your nails scratching up his back and into his hair, a rumble of contentment as he shifts onto his side, and then back, pulling you with him.

Reaching down with one hand to pull the plug of the lights from the wall, blanketing the room in darkness. Fingers gentle as he lifts the mask. The brush of his lips against your eyelids.

Your cheek pressing against his chest, as his fingers trace patterns on your skin.

“I’m really happy I got to see you.” You yawn - blissfully limp, as you curl against him, “Even if you have to go.”

Sighing, as you arm drapes across his waist, “I’ll keep an eye on things until you come home.”

Home.

He can't pretend he hasn't already thought about it. What you had told him earlier, about these huts.

How the structures could change, evolve.

Spanning the space between your properties - expanding the walls and connecting hallways until the two houses become one. Truly a haven, a place where he could see himself growing old.

Not now, but... maybe someday.

Once this final quest was completed. Once he was redeemed. A true Mandalorian, once more.

But, that would be some time away. He has no idea what he will find on Mandalore. How long it will take to find Sundari, uncover the mines. It was no use to dwell on that future, when everything was uncertain.

So, instead… he finds himself silently hoping that the Anzellans will take just a little while longer.

Thanks for reading! Would love to know what you think 💖

mesh’la - beautiful / osik - shit / cyar’ika - sweetheart

[fastandcarlos]

Living With The LeClercs » Charles LeClerc

Summary: take a peek into the life of the leclerc family and see what they get up to

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charles_leclerc: off season complete ✅ batteries are recharged after yet another amazing holiday with the fam

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to having you back with us next week charles 🏎️

landonorris: i refuse to accept that y/d/n is yours, she's too beautiful to have your genes

ynusername: @/landonorris she just takes after her mother instead 😇

username1: nooooo, f1 season means we get less dad pics from you charles

username2: i don't ever want the dad charles era to end 😭

ynusername: thank you for the best three months, i couldn't wish for a better dad to our little humans 💕

schecoperez: you're putting me to shame with all these adorable snaps, i better start uploading too

lance_stroll: calling dibs on being first to offer babysitting during the season btw

danielricciado: @/lance_stroll you take one i'll take the other, mini charles' are a lot to handle

lance_stroll: @/danielricciardo you've got yourself a deal

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charles_leclerc: race day is always better with these two babies causing chaos 🥰

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carlossainz55: as cute as your children are, can you hurry up and stop uploading to instagram...some of us have got meetings

username3: y/s/n is hands down the coolest kid at the paddock this weekend

username4: why do i get the impresson project leclerc jr is well underway with y/d/n 🤔

oscarpiastri: STOP SHOWING OFF HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR FAMILY ARE 😡

maxverstappen1: maybe y/s/n will have a better chance of beating me to the top of the podium than you

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 one day...he's got his eyes on you! apparently you're his favourite driver

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc tell him that he's got excellent taste

ynusername: not you promoting letting toddlers get behind the wheel of high speed cars 🙄

danielricciardo: if you're looking for a coach, you know who to ask

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciado you think i'm not capable of coaching my son

danielricciardo: @/charles_leclerc sure...but if you want him to learn from a proper driver, just gimme a call 😂

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ynusername: following this man around all day, trying to keep the kids from hugging daddy is a hard day’s work (see second pic for proof 😂)

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landonorris: if charles isn't interested, tell the kids that uncle lando will always be ready for a cuddle

iamrebeccad: i've never done so many steps before, who knew chasing after 3 year olds was such hard work 💫

ynusername: @/iamrebeccad i did try to warn you!! you should've listened

pierregasly: he's just tryna play it cool y/n, he isn't as cool as he used to be

username5: imagine being lucky enough to walk around the paddock and just see y/s/n and y/d/n everywhere

kevinmagnussen: tell them to have a sniff of charles after being in a race car for 2 hours y/n...that will soon be enough to put them off 💩

lilymhe: i want them to chase me and give me all the cuddles in the world

username6: you just know in any free moment charles is secretly looking around wanting his kids back beside him

username7: everyone say thank you to y/n for yet another round of hot dad charles pics 🙏🏻

oscarpiastri: why can't you hug me as lovingly as you hug your son? you're supposed to me my dad too

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri "adopted"

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc IT ALL STILL COUNTS

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charles_leclerc: like father like son…the leclerc smile is deadly

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username8: officially the cutest photographs to ever be uploaded to the internet 🥺

username9: excuse me charles leclerc you cannot just spring photos like this on us without warning

oscarpiastri: i smile like this too...family?? 🥰

maxverstappen1: if i had to pick y/s/n definitely looks cuter

username10: i was not emotionally ready for this adorableness 💔

carlossainz55: deadly?? you look like the squishiest marshmallow

username11: @/carlossainz55 i think you've been spending too much time on the internet ���

ynusername: my two favourite boys, how did I ever get so lucky?

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername there's no way you're the lucky one, that title belongs to me mi amor

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charles_leclerc: I’ve been posting a lot about my human kids recently, so here’s a shoutout to my other child so he doesn’t feel left out

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oscarpiastri: damn i almost thought that this post was gonna be about me

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri i swear one more comment and i will block you, son or not

landonorris: how dare you mistreat leo like this

username12: @/landonorris #justice4leo

username13: charles leclerc...father of 3

ynusername: leo could never be forgotton, he's our favourite four legged child

alex_albon: @/ynusername also your only four legged child 🤔

estebanocon: cute kids, cute dog...how do you do it leclerc??

yukitsunoda0511: asking for a friend...do your kids also poo in the middle of the paddock or just your dog

username14: @/yukitsunoda0511 YUKI not you stitching charles up like this! 😂😂

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charles_leclerc: my favourite things to do, being a dad with a bit of gaming too 🥺💕

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ynusername: where does being a husband rank in all of them??

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you’re still my number one 😍

username15: if charles won't appreciate you come and marry me instead

maxverstappen1: so bad at fifa you've resorted to table football i see 🫢

carlossainz55: don't worry charlie, i'll beat you at that kinda football too

username16: not you forgetting the woman that gave you those two adorable humans charles 🤦🏻‍♀️

username17: public apology incoming

danielricciardo: and you just happened to be playing table football with your top off did you? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo it was all just coincidence...promise

georgerussell63: charles leclerc giving the fan girls what they want since 2018

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charles_leclerc: appreciation for the wife so she doesn’t get jealous 😂 I love you honey, thank you for our perfect family ✨🔥

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carlossainz55: if you heard him gush about you as much as i do y/n you'd know there is never anything to be jealous of

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 what sorta thing does he say?? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 do not throw me under the bus like this!!

landonorris: one of you looks perfect, the other looks like he needs a haircut and to sort his beard out

username18: i hope you know how lucky you are charles

username19: how does y/n manage to look that good running around after y/s/n, y/d/n and charles all day???

logansargeant: can you stop making all us single people feel even more single pls 😭

schecoperez: the second best family in formula one

danielricciardo: @/schecoperez SAVAGE! 💪🏻

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charles_leclerc: just a post to remind you all I can do both…no dad bod around here 🫢

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username20: DADDY!? 💦

landonorris: how many takes did it take you to get that shot in the gym?

carlossainz55: @/landonorris i was there...for several hours

username21: soft dad charles will always be my fave

ynusername: is there anything that you can't do? you take my breath away charles leclerc 💫💕

oscarpiastri: one day i hope to be as strong as you are...dad

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri BLOCKED

alex_albon: i don't know who looks more tired, you or y/d/n

charles_leclerc: @/alex_albon me, definitely me, but i wouldn't change it for the world

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[oneforthemunny]

Just because I want to see what he does: Dom!Eddie, bratty reader is down and says "I'm not in the mood" - what happens?!

slight dom/sub themes but nothing graphic. fluffy shit with dom!eddie babying us bc we deserve it!

"Hey, baby," Eddie purred, twisting his finished 'masterpiece' in his hands. An old pair of handcuffs, that had snapped after a particularly intense night, fastened to an old collar bar he'd found. After days of work, scourging for parts, he'd finally had his creation finished- a spreader. Made with love, he'd told you sillily, batting his eyes at you so you'd giggle.

"Look, I finally got it finished. Made sure to go over it and put that epoxy shit on the ends in case they're sharp but- hey, what's wrong?" Eddie halted at the doorway, face falling when he saw you, lying on top of the covers, still in your work clothes.

Your eyes looked lifeless, dull and so tired. Cheek pressed to the duvet, staring at the turned off TV with exhausted boredom. It made Eddie's chest tighten, setting his proud creation on the dresser.

"Hey, look at me, sweetheart. You alright? What's wrong?" Eddie cooed, knee sinking into the mattress, the springs groaning at the shift in weight.

His hands cupped your face, pushing under your skin, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. Your skin felt warmer than usual, cheeks and forehead hot but not clammy- overheated, his Mama would always call it, when Eddie had ran himself into the ground, overworked himself. He figured you'd done the same, non-stop for weeks now. He should've seen it coming, the crash.

"Yeah," You muttered, eyes slowly rolling up to meet his. "Sorry, I was going to change, and I was just going to lay down for a second, but..." You muttered, turning into his touch instinctively, so gently.

"You're tired?" Eddie's brow lifted, though he tried to keep his tone even, void of the 'I told you so' quip he knew would only annoy you. Even though he had told you so.

You sighed gently, a slow exhale, eyes blinking blearily. "Yeah, but gimme just a second. I'll wake back up." You knuckled at your eyes, smearing the mascara you hadn't cleansed off yet.

"No, c'mon," Eddie shifted, moving to stand beside you, patting your calf. "Roll over f'me."

"Eddie," Your whine came like clockwork, but this time it wasn't demanding or bratty. Instead, you sounded tired, a halfhearted, pitiful groan.

"I-I don't know if I have it in me to play tonight." Your lips jutted in a pout that had Eddie's heart swelling. "I'm really not in the mood tonight."

"I know." Eddie cooed, rubbing your leg gently. "I'm not doin' that. Just getting you out of these clothes. I know they're making you itch." His fingers lightly tickled your calf, leg twitching with a small laugh.

It was his favorite thing you said, rushing through the door, practically pulling your clothes off as soon as your foot crossed the thresh hold. You'd give him a grin, tossing your blouse at him cheekily, "Gotta get these thing off me! I'm startin' to itch! I've been in them too long!"

Eddie howled with laughter the first time you'd done it, grinning wide every time after it, usually following with a wolfish smile, and something along the lines of, "Here, let me help you scratch it, baby." It usually ended with you on the mattress, squirming and clawing at him while his hands and fingers moved all over your bare skin, scratching your skin gently, face buried in the crook of your neck.

Not tonight, but Eddie was alright with that. As much as he loved playing with you, a part of him adored the days he could coddle you instead. When you were so soft and sweet to him, when you'd lean into his touches.

He'd pulled you up gently by your wrists, shoving the sheets down for you to shimmy under the cool linens before he found his own space next to you, gently rubbing your hip under the blanket.

"I didn't get to see your spreader." You muttered, cheek pressed to the pillow, eyes still closed, too heavy to open.

"That's alright," Eddie hummed, fingers massaging the flash of your thighs and hips, rubbing tiny soothing circles into the skin. "Show you when you wake up. Promise. Just sleep f'me."

[nan0ka]

I LOVE YOUR SERIES PLZ GIMME MORE😍😍😍😍

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summary. it's slightly getting out of hand, you mean the way he's being oblivious.

content. highschool au, fluff, slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, umemiya may seem ooc, little angst.

wordcount. ~2.72k words.

author's note. thank you, sweetie. I appreciate your words, so how can I not update? ><

❨📁❩ ← previous. ❨🗂️❩ → masterlist. ❨📁❩ → next.

“YOU are impossible.”

Was the last thing you said to him as he left the house with the cheekiest grin on his lips. You were pretty sure that his cheeks must have hurt, because he grinned around you for hours. But his smile didn't even falter once. You remember that your cheeks felt hot, just like your ears, that were covered by your [h/c] hair. How glad you were that he didn't see your ears.

After that, he stepped out of your house, closing the door. But not before stealing one last glance at your flushed face and furrowed eyebrows. "Don't get sick." those were his last words as he closed the door. You remember that you leaned your side against the wall, overwhelmed about the thing he just did. The next time you see him, you'll kill him with your own hands. You promise.

Even though you know you'll get weak knees if you tried. "Tsk." you clicked with your tongue, the grip around the watering can gets tighter as you knitted your eyebrows in anger. Why are you so weak? You're sure you can't contain your frustration about your own weakness anymore. "[lastname]-san." you slowly turned to the voice. The moment you laid your eyes on someone familiar, was the moment your frown faded.

"Ah. Kuzuhaya-san." you sounded surprised. But not seemingly delighted.

"What are you doing here?" apparently, he also was surprised to see you, until his eyes landed on the watering can. "You're watering the plants."

"Duh." you grimaced slightly, turning your attention to the flowers again. "And what are you doing here?"

He chuckled at the bitter tone of your voice. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." he apologized, rubbing his neck. "That was pretty out of character of me. Sorry." he apologized again. You still didn't answer him, ignoring those sweet nothings and blocking them out of your ears. In fact, you didn't even have one ounce of care about his apology.

"I didn't ask for an apology." you sighed and touched the pink tulips softly. "I asked what you are doing here."

"Cold." he whistled before walking to the tree near you, to sit down and lean against it. "I'm skipping club."

"That's good for you I guess."

"Should I join the gardener club?"

"Just for you to laze around? Absolutely not."

"Promise, I won't." he chuckled, closing his eyes to relax. "Instead, I'll help you."

"Yeah... Still no."

Now there was silence between you two. It was more comfortable like that. The breeze of wind blew gently against your skin. The spring heat was pleasing, not cold at all and not too hot like in summer. The shining sun felt enjoyable on your body, it didn't burn you like it would in summer. Spring was far better than summer. And you liked spring the most because the flowers were growing.

"Meanie."

"Only because I dislike you." you rolled your eyes, your tongue as sharp as ever.

"[lastname]."

"Hmm?"

Finally, you turned around. Your [e/c] wandered to the boy, sitting against the tree. But instead of saying something, he stayed silent. He only stared at you for a while. "You're being creepy again." you commented, still wait waiting for him to speak out what he had in mind. But he remained quiet. His lips was slightly agape, just a little hit. Like he was speechless because of something.

"Close your mouth before some insect crawls in." you suggested.

You walked to the little garden house of the school to place the watering can to it's rightful place. "Good night by the way." you said, thinking he would nap for a while. "Bye." you muttered and took your tote bag into your hand, making your way out of school in your rather relaxed pace. You had no intention to hurry or be fast. Today is a boring day anyway. You had nothing to do.

"[name]-san!"

A sighed escaped your lips as you turned to him once again. Since when were you on first name basis? And what did he wanted to say? Even though you have no reason to be in hurry, you still didn't want to exchange words with him. Not today. Or tomorrow. Yet you kept your lips shut, because you had the feeling that you two won't talk anymore after today. Never. Only if it's necessary.

"It feels like I'll never have the chance to talk with you like this." he shared the same thoughts. "I like you."

"Sorry—"

"I also know that you don't return my feelings." he interrupted you. "I just wanted to get rid of my feelings, knowing I can't reach you. I'm just not enough to hold a candle to him."

"Good for you, I guess." you looked forward again. "Good luck in life."

Quietly, your legs get you out of school as he still stands there, his eyes watching your back as you slowly get out of his sight. This was the last conversation between you both It's fine. "Goodbye." he mumbled as he sat down again and leaned against the tree. "Good luck with Umemiya." he stared at the blue sky, slightly covered by clouds. It was pretty. Pretty like you were moments ago.

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"Leave me alone." you huffed.

With that being said, you stepped back, creating distance between you and Umemiya, who just smiled down at you. "Why? I'm here to pick you up!" he gave you a hand, waiting for you to put yours on top of his. He's waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And still waiting. "Why are you hesitating?" he pouted a bit. "I'm writing for you hand— Sometimes I feel like a dog around you."

The longer you eyed him and his hand, the more you could imagine the image. You could imagine how his ears would be turned down right now and how is tail wasn't wagging at all. Now you could picture it. "I'm sure you don't like that feeling." you said. At that, he nods wordlessly. "Then why are you still spending time with me? Someone who makes you feel like some... dog?"

"Well..." he thought about it, for a second. "I still want to spend time with you. I want to see you laugh and smile. And if you're happy, then i'm also happy. So, I don't mind."

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion before breathing out. "I will never understand the way your mind works." this wasn't the first time you said those words. You placed your hand into his, as he bowed down a little bit to place his lips against your knuckles while you watched him. "Why do you keep doing that?" you asked and blinked. Right, this also wasn't the first time he did that.

"Hmm?" he stood up again, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "You mean the kiss on your hand?"

"Mhm." you hummed and look at your intertwined hands.

"What are you doing?"

The four teen year old boy didn't stop pestering you, always bugging you when he had time to. You weren't even free from his voice for a day. "Writing down a list." you answered and looked up to him. His excitment was visible on his face as he peered over your piece of paper. He could clearly read what was on the paper. Well—he could only read one sentence before you blocked his vision with a beet red face.

"Stop." you demanded with narrowed eyes.

Umemiya could only chuckle at the sight, holding up his hands like he was some innocent guy. "Yeah, yeah." he sat down on the chair next to you. "So you want your future lover to kiss your knuckles every time you see each other? That's kinda cheesy. And sounds like a fantasy novel." he giggled and buried his head into his crossed arms on the wooden table.

"Could you just... shut up?" you roughly shoved his head away from you.

"Ow!" he cried out childishly and rubbed his nose. "That hurts!"

"That's what you deserve."

"You're so mean! I just read what you wrote down!"

"Shouldn't have read that out loud, I guess." you rolled your eyes.

"But that's the fun part at it!"

"Yeah, then it seems like i'm no fun." you breathed out, turning away from him, so he won't see what you're doing.

"How can you say that?" you couldn't see his frown. But you could literally make out his upset frown by the tone of his voice.

"What? Say what." you still didn't turn to you.

"Something that is not true. That you aren't fun." now he was pouting. "I literally have so much fun around you."

"Good for you..." you finally turned around.

Only to see his hand infront you. "What are you doing?" you asked quietly, your eyes went from his hand to his face, switching constantly. You raised an eyebrow as he giggled at your expression. Like a little child. But as soon as you realized what he meant by it, you shook your head hastily. "Yeah, no." you tried to shove his hand away with your flat one.

Keyword: tried. He easily dodged it this time and took your wrist from the side. "No, yeah. Let me make it up to you." he grinned cheekily while his hand slid down from your wrist to your delicate fingers and finally held your hand properly. He stood up and pushed the chair back to kneel down. Umemiya looked up after pressing his lips against your knuckle.

"I'll fullfill the duty until you found the lover of your life."

You burst out laughing, shaking your head side to side. But as soon as your stomach started to hurt, you tried to stop the laughter desperately. You definitely aren't the biggest fan of pain. "W-What?" you trailed off, stuttering a bit, but you couldn't help yourself and covered your mouth. Another attempt to stop your laughter. The pain brought you to tears that are welling up in your eyes.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" you breathed out after calming yourself down. "You should add more after that, otherwise I won't understand it, Hajime."

"Stop covering your mouth while laughing." he added.

"No." you grimaced slightly at the thought. "I look weird while doing that. I sound like a dying rat or something like that."

"It would be weird..." he paused. "It would be weird if I said that the sound of a dying rat."

You looked at him surprised. Oh. He was serious. "Sure." you answered, now it was rather quiet. And you have no idea why you agreed. It literally became a habit to cover your mouth while laughing. Nonetheless, you're giving it a try for him. "Aside from that, why do you even remember?" a little smile formed onto your lips. "I mentioned it once, three years ago. It's not even important."

"Anything you say is important." he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Nah..." you breathed out. "It was nice to laugh after such a long while."

"That's a sign that you should laugh often!" he held up a finger. "If you look so grim all the time, you'll get wrinkles."

"So I look grim?" you raised an eyebrow.

"No! I didn't mean it like that!" he said quickly. "You should just smile more."

"Uh huh. That's what they say." you rolled your eyes, turning your back to him to hide your growing smile.

"Ah! [name], don't feel offended. I swear I didn't mean it like that!" he sulked and followed after you.

"I still haven't forgiven you for this midnight." you mentioned.

"Huh?" he didn't understand. "But you had fun!"

"No, I didn't mean the dance..." you trailed off. "Nevermind."

"What?! No, please tell me!"

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

You huffed as you placed your phone on the night table beside your bed as you buried your face into your pillow, laying on your stomach, even though you know it's not good to. Your arms wrapped around your pillow, squeezing the comfy cold cushion against your head. No way you're going to dream of that Idiot of a man. There was absolutely no way. But you're probably in denial.

How can someone like him let you feel so embarrassed? You genuinely just don't understand. "That man..." you huffed and knitted your eyebrows in anger before turning around to lay on your back. Your gaze was trained on the white ceiling. The room was dark. You almost couldn't see anything if your eyes didn't get used to the darkness. "He's impossible." you muttered and closed your eyes.

"My love... You're worth every drop of it."

As soon as those words left his lips, you froze, not daring to look up. His hands left your hip to wrap his arms around your waist, leaning close to your face. Ah. Now you were looking him into the eye. His mesmerizing cerulean eyes paired with the most alluring grin. You wanted to look away. But you felt bewitched by his ravishing face. It was unfair, wasn't it? How can he be so pretty?

"I love you."

"Ugh." you rolled around with a red face. While you laid on your side, you hugged your pillow close to your chest and screamed into it to let out the suffocating air in your body. You couldn't help yourself anymore. Because the thought of him, hopelessly in love with you, was killing you. And when he confessed his love for you, you just pushed away. Like some idiot that you are!

And it still didn't stop him from whatever he was doing this midnight while leaving your apartment. You even offered him to stay the rest of the night, but he refused, because it was to embarrassing for him to sleepover. Apparently because you rejected him. Yet he wasn't embarrassed today as he picked you up. He never showed you signs of shame or embarrassment. Such a liar.

"You can stay for the night..." you muttered and suddenly the floor was more interesting than looking him into the eye.

"Just admit that you love having me here, my dearest [name]!" he giggled over your rather shy behaviour.

"No way!" your gaze met his for a second, but you averted your eyes from his beaming face again. "But it's dark and... And... And..."

He chuckled as you trailed off, not finding a good reason for him to stay. "But I feel to embarrassed after you rejected me!" he was playing coy. "Now, good night. Sleep good, yeah?" his act fell to the side as his hand reached out for your hair, his finger twirling around those [h/c] strands. "I always thought it was much work to care about such hair. But you always look so cute, prettying up your hair." he told you. His smile was now calm instead of sunny.

He tilted his head a bit to the side, his hand slipped behind your neck, using a little force and the utmost care to pull you in and then—you felt his soft lips against yours, while your eyes widened slightly. He kissed you. Bofurin's leader kissed you. Your childhood friend kissed you. Umemiya Hajime kissed you. It was just for a moment as he backed away, leaving your now wet lips alone.

It was silence. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat. What? What did he just do? Upon seeing your expression, he chuckled again with the brightest smile—no. It was a cheeky grin that slipped onto his lips. He turned around again, opening the door to step out of your apartment. The lights over you flickered a little. You opened your mouth a little to form words.

"You're impossible."

Your cheeks felt hot, just like your ears, that were covered by your [h/c] hair. How glad you were that he didn't see your ears. After that, he stepped out of your house, closing the door. But not before stealing one last glance at your flushed face and furrowed eyebrows. You leaned your side against the wall, overwhelmed about the kiss. The next time you see him, you'll kill him with your own hands.

"Don't get sick." those were his last words as he closed the door.

"He was so..." you muttered, closing your eyes to drift into the sleep.

“Pretty under the moonlight.”

- NAN0KA [ july 26th, 2024 ]

[homeslices]

Don’t Wanna Think

A/N: Y’all please gimme requests for The Last of Us. It’s the only thing going through my head rn and I don’t have anything better to do with my spring break.

Summary: Ellie helps you forget about exams coming up. No better way then fucking you stupid.

Pairings: College!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: Smut

You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus.

The only sounds in the room were your loud moans and the pornograhic slurping coming from in between your legs.

The only thought going through your mind was Ellie, Ellie, Ellie.

Apparently you were voicing your singular thought because when you glanced down at your girlfriend, who was making herself at home in between your legs, she had a smug look in her eye.

When you made eye contact with her, she gave a particularly hard suck to your swollen clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head once again.

Her vigorous movement soon slowed to a stop and you could only whine at her lack of attention.

Rubbing your inner thigh, she speaks up.

“C’mon pretty girl, look at me.”

Using the remainder of your strength, you lift your head up begrudgingly.

Ellie looked pleased, almost even more pleased then she did when you asked her earlier to fuck you dumb.

Exams for her and your college classes are coming up in a few weeks and you have been stressed out of your mind. You’ve been pulling all-nighters for the past three days in a row, only to have your girlfriend find you passed out on your table.

You needed to get your mind off the entire thing, Ellie’s been telling you that every time she finds you face first on open textbooks every morning, and what better way to do that then having your very hot girlfriend make you cum so many times you can’t think anymore.

In fact, your exact words to her were, “Please El, don’t wanna think, just make me feel good.”

Ellie was more than happy to oblige.

See your eyes, with pupils blow wide, finally look at her again, she moves her hand on your thigh to your soaked cunt to part your folds.

“Attagirl.”

Ellie jumps right back into where she was before, licking and sucking your clit to her heart’s content, but unexpectedly, she plunges two of her fingers in your sopping wet hole.

Your back arches as you let out a particularly desperate cry and clench around her fingers as she quickly starts a fast pace speed.

All of a sudden her fingers make contact with that spongy spot inside you, one that you can never reach, but Ellie always can. You let out a squeal, coming again for the third time tonight, all over her hand.

Slowing her fingers, making sure you ride out your high in the fullest, Ellie presses a few light kisses to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Think you’re ready for my strap, pretty girl?” She questions as she puts her fingers, which were covered in your cum, in her mouth.

Nodding your head enthusiastically, you open your legs wider for her. She just hums at your eagerness and leans over to place a messy kiss on your lips, parting them while doing so so you could taste yourself on her.

Ellie’s purple strap was already attached, so as she passionately, yet messily made out with you in your half fucked out state, she gently rubs her silicone cock up and down your slit.

“I need words pretty girl.”

You suck in a sudden breath as the tip brushes against your sensitive clit.

“Yes, yes, m’ready.” You choke out.

Ellie just looks at you amused, as she slowly inches the large cock into your weeping cunt, giving you a chance to adjust to the size.

You whine at the stretch and bring your hands up to Ellie’s biceps, which were caging in your withering figure.

Finally bottoming out, she gives you a few seconds to fully get accustomed, but after you buck your hips up trying to get some sort of pleasure, she doesn’t give you any more grace.

Ellie begins a quick pace, similar to the one her fingers previously had, and you start to cry out to her once again.

The silicone kept hitting that one spot in you with every snap of Ellie’s hips, and your vision soon became hazy with pleasure. Your eyes become unfocused as the base of the strap grinds against your clit with every thrust.

Soon any coherent thought leaves your head so that the only thing coming out of your mouth besides whines and moans, is incoherent babbling.

Ellie was very much amused at your fucked out state, as well as pleased with herself for making your wish come true.

“Such a good girl for me.” She says as she kisses and sucks your neck, marking you as hers. “Look at you making a mess all over my cock.”

The base of the strap at this point is drenched with your slick and Ellie’s hand soon reaches down in space connecting the both of you together and starts rubbing quick circles around your clit, all the while speeding up her thrusts.

You let out one last sob as the coil in your stomach soon snaps. White pleasure floods your vision as you soak the sheets beneath the both of you.

You feel euphoric, like you're floating. Not a single thought travels through your mind as you ride the high, feeling more relaxed than you have in weeks.

Slowly, but surely, you came back down to reality only to find Ellie looking right at you while cupping your face.

“Hey pretty girl, you back?”

You let a shaky “mhm” only for Ellie to sit the both of you up and hand you a glass of water.

It was only then you noticed the change of sheets and the oversized band tee and boxers, belonging to your girlfriend, that you now wore.

You gulp down the water that was handed to you and soon, lay back down together in the same position you were previously.

“Feel better?” Ellie asks in a gentle tone.

“Much better,” you breathe out. “Thank you Els.”

“Anytime pretty girl. Seriously, anytime.”

You let out a light laugh at that.

“On second thought, maybe I’ll just do what you do to destress and smoke a joint to get high.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, your girlfriend plants an idea in both of your minds.

“Why not do both?”

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Zoro with a S/O who gets period cramps would probably be him yeeting them to Chopper and then come nap with you (because he gets good boyfriend points by taking a nap, what more could he ask for?) BUT what if he was being a real asshole? This is my brain rot. (because I have quite a few Zoro requests so he's on my mind :3)

afab!reader since it's period cramps, but NO PRONOUNS ARE USED so it's fairly gender neutral (like me lol).

TW's: period cramp pain, taking pain medicine, ooc Zoro, Zoro being an asshole

🍶 wc: 2k

I wanted it noted I'm a slut for Nami calling her friends "Honey" or "Darling" platonically when calming them down.

“Go fuck yourself, Roronoa”

Anger flooded your body, burning hot alongside the pain ravaging your lower abdomen and back. You glared harshly at your boyfriend, then flinched and held back a groan at the new wave of pain. You were shaking and trying not to cry, especially now that he pissed you off beyond belief.

“Hah? I don’t know why I pissed you off. Cmon it’s not that bad. My lover isn’t weak, now stop being dramatic. You’re interrupting my nap”

You couldn’t even fathom a retort, curled in a ball and unable to stand upright. And now you were stuck here. In the crows nest. With a boyfriend that has thoroughly pissed you off beyond belief.

You managed to crawl to the crows nest balcony, the effort making your breath heavier. You knew these cramps weren’t going to ease up without something to help, either heat or medicine, and neither were present in your current situation.

You used the last of your strength to SLAM the door shut behind you, curling up on the warm wood. Tears made their way over your face, and you held back a moan of pain.

“Shit”

You had to get down somehow. Maybe Luffy? No it’d be best to get chopper up here. Another wave of pain interrupted your train of thought, and you clenched your jaw. Your hands curled into fists, nails digging into your palms as your entire body tensed against the pain. It felt like someone was taking a spoon and carving out your uterine lining.

Slowly, you began to forcibly relax your muscles, keeping your breathing at a steady, short pace. Your eyes opened, and you sniffed. It still hurt, but Zoro was right. His lover wasn’t weak. Couldn’t be.

But he had pissed you off, and you knew just how to annoy him.

“SANJI?! CAN YOU COME HERE REAL QUICK?!” You called. You knew Zoro heard. The whole ship probably did. Soon enough, you heard Sanji enter the crows nest, bicker briefly with Zoro before you whined for him again.

“Yes you- shit are you okay?? Let’s get you to Chopper!” He picked you up easily bridal style, and you groaned as the new angle sent pain ricocheting through your abdomen. You gripped his coat, tears springing to your eyes as the pain sharpened. Your whole body tensed, and you hardly noticed Zoro’s call of your name as Sanji quickly descended.

Sanji kicked open the infirmary door, startling the poor reindeer. He quickly switched to doctor mode when he saw you cradled in the cooks arms, obviously in pain.

“What’s wrong?”

Sanji laid your gently on the bed, and you immediately curled back into a ball.

“Period cramps. Gimme medicine and heat- fuck- please!” You gasped. You breathed out, the cramp subsiding to a manageable level. Sanji immediately left, likely to heat some water for you. Chopper rummaged in his cabinets for medicine. Your cramp flared again, and you tossed your head back and arched your back before curling back into yourself.

“Here. Take this” chopper said by your head. You opened your eyes, and saw him handing you a large pill and a glass of water. You shakily uncurled yourself and managed to down the pill, collapsing with a groan back on the bed. Sanji appeared, a hot water pad in his hand. He put it by your head before leaving again. Chopper moved the water pad to your lower abdomen and you grunted out a thanks.

The door to the eating area opened again, with Sanji reappearing with a plate in hand.

“Robin and Nami said chocolate and salty snacks are the typical cravings. I also have coffee brewing to help widen the blood vessels or something. Unless you’d rather have tea?”

You shook your head, trying not to let tears escape as you huffed out your words.

“Thanks Sanji. Coffee is good. I’m sorry for bothering you two. Should be stronger”

“It’s no bother! Human menstrual cramps can be as painful as a heart attack” Chopper informed, smoothing a stray piece of hair back from your forehead. You missed Sanji blanch.

“A HEART ATTACK?!”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, before your cramp got worse with the movement.

“I knew they hurt but I didn’t know they could be that bad! Are you okay?” Sanji fretted. He hovered over you, as if he couldn't tell if he should touch you or not. He finally offered his hand to squeeze, and you gladly took it. You smiled a little before flinching as another wave of pain twisted your innards, and you gripped his fingers in a vice.

"Obviously fuckin- shit- not. But at least you recognize they hurt" you spat, the venom in your voice directed at your boyfriend.

"... did that Marimo not believe you?" the blonde asked. You nodded, unable to voice your answer as you shook and blinked back tears. Chopper rubbed your shoulder.

"I can't believe he would treat you like that! I thought he was in love with you, but he's an absolute idiot if he's saying that" Sanji grumbled. He continued muttering colorful phrases under his breath. Chopper blinked at him, but focused back on you as you hissed in breath through your teeth, easing yourself back into the moment as your pain temporarily subsided.

"Sanji. Can you please call Nami in here? I can't quite walk yet" you said breathlessly. Damn these cramps. You groaned and let go of his fingers, seeing the imprint of your grip on the pale skin.

"Sorry" you muttered, looking at his hand as the blood flowed back.

Sanji blinked at you, following your gaze.

"Oh! Don't be! I'll go get Nami" he ran out of the room, leaving you in blissful silence with Chopper. A few minutes later, the door opened again, bringing the scent of a freshly peeled tangerine with it. You opened your eyes, gaze falling on Nami sitting by your bed. She placed a peeled tangerine on the plate Sanji had left for you. You smiled at the gesture before flinching again.

"So. Cramps?" she asked gently. You nodded. She put a warm hand on your lower back, massaging gently. You moaned at the soothing action. Tears sprung to your eyes as you thought back to how dismissive Zoro was of your pain. You feel like you should be stronger, like you should be able to handle this pain. You're dating the man who's going to become the world's greatest swordsman, who also happens to have an incredibly high pain tolerance.

"I should be stronger" you mumbled into the pillow. Nami's hand paused briefly before continuing.

"Why do you say that?"

You looked at her, eyes filled with tears from both the pain and how useless you felt.

"Zoro..." you looked down again, too ashamed to continue talking while looking into her concerned stare.

"What about him?" she urged. You sighed, unclenching your muscles as the pain faded for a moment.

"He... He said that it couldn't be nearly as bad as what he had to face in the past, and when I got mad, he didn't see why I would be, and to stop being dramatic, and that his 'love' wouldn't be so weak" you said quietly.

"Oh honey, Zoro has nothing to do with the pain you know you have. He can't feel the pain for you, and he's being a total ass about this. Here. Chocolate?" she offered a piece of the sweet treat by raising it to your mouth. You shook your head, throat burning from holding back tears and a groan as your cramp started up again. She shrugged, and popped it in her own mouth.

"Listen, stay here and take a nap. Luffy and Usopp are fishing, so they should be quiet for a little. The medicine should start kicking in soon. Okay? And it's okay to cry from the pain. It really hurts sometimes" she said quietly. You nodded, finally letting the tears fall. You heard Chopper rummaging around briefly before Nami dried your tears with a tissue.

"Get some rest, okay? I'll leave you with Chopper. And don't hesitate to ask Sanji for anything. He may be a perv, but he makes a mean chocolate cake."

You nodded, little sounds leaving you as you let yourself cry. Chopper took Nami's seat, his now human hand rubbing the same circles Nami had traced. You let his soothing touch comfort you, falling into a light sleep as the medicine began to ease your pain.

--

You finally jolted awake as you heard a loud screech and a thump from the deck, calming quickly when you heard Luffy's distant cackling and Chopper's yelling. You moaned, rolling over from facing the wall to turn your attention to the room. Your gaze landed on a steaming cup of coffee, and you inhaled the rich aroma. Sanji is an absolute blessing of a man. You sat up and plucked a piece of chocolate off the snack plate and let it melt in your mouth as you sipped the drink. You hummed in satisfaction, sipping the coffee again. You placed it back down.

"Better?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin, a short yelp echoing through the room. Your eyes finally landed on your boyfriend, leaning against the wall in the darkest corner of the room.

"Motherfucker! Don't scare me like that!" you snapped, breath heaving. Your hand clenched your shirt over your heart. Zoro didn't respond- just stared at you with his brows furrowed. You sighed, still thoroughly pissed off at him.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to you right now. Not while I'm weak" you spat, knowing the words would hurt. He flinched a little.

"You don't have to talk, but I'm not going anywhere" he said determinedly. You glared at him, but he ignored you as he took a seat next to your bed, and handed you your drink. You took it, but only because it was some damn good coffee.

"Nami gave me a lecture" he started. You snorted.

"Yeah?"

He glanced at you.

"I didn't know... no. I was being a total asshole. I shouldn't have told you those things."

You looked at him. What the hell did Nami do?

"Do I even want to know what Nami did?" you asked. Zoro grimaced.

"Between her, Robin, and Chopper's medical books, you really probably don't."

You couldn't help the evil chuckle that escaped you.

"So? Learn anything?"

Zoro sat forward, grabbing one of your hands gently, tracing circles on the back of your hand. You looked at him in surprise.

"I was so, so wrong. And I'm sorry. Trust me when I say that witch made sure I knew how much of an ass I was being. God. It feels like it's being scraped out? Or like something is twisted around? It can hurt as much as a heart attack?"

You stared at him in shock. He was never like this.

"I mean... that's a little exaggerated but sure" you said, shrugging.

"Every month!?"

You shrugged again, sipping your coffee.

"Give or take, yeah. Some cycles it isn't as bad. but 's why Sanji spoils the girls when they ask for certain things."

Zoro's forehead thudded on the mattress by your thigh as he groaned.

"Let me make it up to you."

It suddenly hit you that he was bowing. Bowing. To you.

"Woah, hey. Sit up!"

He raised himself enough to look at you. You pushed his shoulders so he was finally sitting upright.

"Look. I'm still fucking pissed that you said that, alright? But you didn't know, and now you do. I'll let you make it up to me. Did Nami and Robin tell you at all what you should do?"

He grunted with a nod. You smiled, putting your coffee down as you held out your arms for a hug.

"C'mere then. I want my back and shoulders rubbed" you said cheekily. He muttered something under his breath, and gently smacked away your arms so he could wrap you in his embrace. You smiled, face squished against his pecs. If this is how he treated you every month now... you giggled. I could get used to this.

[savorypink]

ON MY KNEES FOR COWBOY AL 💆💆

you just had to say on your knees 🙄

"how was your day?"

you look up at him with large doe eyes as your small, manicured hands languidly pump his throbbing cock. the springs of your dingy recliner squeak as his hips buck into your lazy touches. your knuckles collect the warm pre-cum dribbling out of his tip as your thighs come together in a tight squeeze, your wetness staining the pillow you kneel on. alex looks down at you in lustful pride, tenderly patting your head and smoothing away your bed head.

"not bad. missed you to pieces."

you smile before lapping away at his release, pressing a lingering kiss to his tip. "missed you too, aly."

your watery mouth closes around his cock as you bring your head down to the shaft and hold yourself there, a muffled giggle escaping your throat as his pubes tickle the tip of your nose.

"easy, pretty one," he gathers your hair and holds it into a ponytail, pulling you off as soon as you begin to gag. "don't want you hurtin' yourself, do we?"

you pout and mumble an apology, pressing forgiving kisses along his glistening cock before taking him into your mouth again, moving your head in a gentle rhythm.

"i went to the farmer's market today," alex begins. "i picked up some of them wildflowers you like. got some strawberries for that cake you're bakin' too."

the carefully constructed bouquet sits atop the messy stack of poetry books alex had lent you, seeping bright colors onto the nightstand beside your bed. you smile around his cock as the fresh scent of flowers refills your nose, the comforting aroma stirring you out of your blissful slumber moments ago.

"you're makin' strawberry shortcake, right?" he asks, bucking into your mouth softly.

"mmph!"

"it's gonna be delicious, baby," he coos, chewing his bottom lip between his teeth. "i can taste it already. mm, don't stop."

you work your mouth along his cock at a quicker pace while your mouth overflows with drool, the pitter-patter of your warm saliva softly hitting the pillow underneath you. twisting and twirling your tongue as you suck, you moan as you grind your clit against the velvety satin of your pillowcase, the material deliciously burning the sensitive bud.

"your dad was at the gas station today," alex chuckles, licking away the chapped skin on his lips. "he asked me to check on you. you're a big girl; you don't need that. but fuck, i need you—daddy needs you."

you like that, being needed. the fuse between your legs begins to sizzle as you rock harder against the pillow, desperate whines escaping your stuffed mouth as the knot in your lower belly begins to tighten. 

"wanna know what i told him? gimme a sec—" his large hands hold either side of your head in place, roughly shoving his cock down your throat. fresh tears well in the corners of your lashes as his hot release spills down your throat. you ride the pillow in frantic snaps of your hips as your walls grip around nothing, your moans muffled as you swallow the milky, salty stream of his release.

"i told him you're in good hands."

[stnexus]

sketching out plans…!

gojo satoru x black!fem!reader x geto suguru

college student + artist au

story masterlist

minors dni, 18+

summary: the world appears so much more colorful when you major in art. a balance between mystery and connection. you cannot, however, claim that the bond between you and your two best friends from childhood had the same balance. you were caught in the crossfire as everything went left between gojo and geto once you all entered the college scene. left to tackle your own conflicting thoughts while trying help to repair their friendship. your only question is: why did everything go wrong?

cw: nsfw, a little suggestive, mentions of sexual acts, no smut yet, pet names (no use of y/n), pining, poly!satosugu mentions, childhood friends to lovers trope, explicit language, bickering + petty arguments (not much in this chapter)

wc. 2.1k+

taglist (let me know if you want to be removed): @imma-too-many-fandoms @teonawrites @thithesandofferings

CHAPTER TWO

“i mean what else is there to say?” geto’s voice floated through the spring air. “if he won’t give you an answer, i can’t help either. i have no clue what happened.”

“it’s something, suguru—”

“is this your way of blaming me, princess?”

you turned around, walking backwards for a brief moment on your path to the apartment pool with geto. a frown sat on his lips as he took in your words. but you shook your head curtly. his words make you let off a tired sigh before responding.

“what i’m saying is, there’s something we’re missing,” you stressed,voice putting emphasis on your words. “gojo isn’t one to hide anything.”

“trust me, i know,” geto said as he walked behind you. watching as you turn back around, your black slippers pitter-pattering against the stone pathway that leads to the gated entrance to the pool. his eyes raked over your body, taking in the hot pink swimsuit top against your brown skin, your bottoms hidden under a long sarong that was tied around your waist. a pattern that consisted of flowers that matched the color of the top adorned the fabric. unimaginable thoughts jumbled in his head, but his face showed no signs of any of them.

geto was a mess. he had been a mess since you all were younger, honestly. he had always attracted partners left and right. but, he always had his eyes set on two people in particular. sure, he engaged in being intimate with others — he even had a short-lived relationship that consisted of him and two partners. though that relationship ended horribly, but he only had himself to blame. he remembered them both storming out, going on about him not giving them enough within the relationship. they were not wrong, but he was trying his best. though he never could get over the fact that they were not the two people he saw every night in his dreams.

they were not you.

they were not gojo.

geto lost control for a while when he got to college. falling for anyone who set their sights on him. waking up next to people he knew he had no business being with. some nights, he even brought home people who merely reminded him of you and gojo. opting for not seeing their faces in certain positions, but still never satisfying his need to have you both to call his own. he would wake the next morning to their back facing him, letting the room fill with peace. only a low snoring was heard from the other side of the bed as he relished in the idea of the person being one of the two he was most familiar with.

“gimme your sunscreen so i can put it on your back,” you ordered as you made him sit in one of the lounge chairs. his back facing you as you had moved around him. pulling it from his pocket shorts, geto handed you the tube of sunscreen quickly. his fingers brushing over your own in the process. pulling the hair tie that held half of his hair up out of his hair, you worked to gather all of his hair and pull it into a man bun. the expanse of his broad shoulders fully revealed with his lack of a shirt, your stomach fluttering at the sight.

then his thoughts began again.

geto did not shy away from his feelings mentally. he knew he was in love with the two of you equally. so the events with gojo were like a slap in the face. they affected him much more than he had let on. but how could he show that when he knew you both would look at him differently if he were to confess? so, he had begun to cling on to hope that things would resolve themselves after a while — to no avail.

your hands running across his back, around his shoulders, and near the back of his neck were enough to plummet him into the many times he had wished you were with him daily. wished your arms were wrapped around him as you held him, running your fingers through his hair.

“here,” you said as your arm jutted out over his shoulder, handing him the tube of sunscreen back. geto’s own hand grabbed at your wrist subconsciously as he pulled your arm to him and pressed a kiss into your warm skin as you broke him out of his thoughts. an action that made your breath hitch in your throat.

that’s new, you thought.

but geto had no reaction to what he had done as he grabbed at the sunscreen. as if it were just a normal interaction between you two. muttering about something under his breath that you could not hear. then he stood quickly, pulling the lever on the lounge chair to allow the back to lay flat.

“lay down, let me put yours on,” geto almost demanded. “take the skirt off; you’ll be uncomfortable.” something had clearly gotten under his skin, especially with the way he had reacted unusually, but you figured it would be best to leave it alone. having already put sunscreen on the front of your body, you removed the sarong tied around your waist, a laugh leaving your lips at his proclamation of it being a skirt.

“it’s not a skirt,” your laughter caused your words to come out choppy, “it’s called a sarong.”

“skirt, sarong. you know what i mean, princess,” geto jokes even in his grumpy mood, watching as you throw the fabric over the arm of the chair and lay down.

dammit. maybe i shouldn’t have asked you to lay down. he thought as he watched you move in order to get comfortable on the lounge chair.

your braids had been pulled into a low bun, and your back on full display. usually, geto could hide his wandering eyes, but now he was lucky you were not facing him, as he got a better look than earlier. the pink swimsuit bottoms showing just the bottom of your butt as you laid down. holding in a groan, the man pulled himself together and readied the sunscreen in his hand, rubbing at your back gently.

“sugu…,” you sighed.

“hmm?”

“have you ever thought of being a masseuse?” you questioned half-jokingly. his hands felt amazing. too amazing. it was stirring up something inside of you that should not be making itself known. a certain feeling had begun to make its way between your legs.

“no, should i? how about i make it my side job?” geto chuckled, his eyes trained on your back.

“yeah, it feels good,” you sighed and it almost made geto fall apart. “charge like a hundred dollars for a massage.”

“you must want me to go out of business with those prices. one hundred dollars right from the start of the business?”

geto laughed as he finished with the sunscreen, standing to his full height as he looked at you. your eyes closed and your face relaxed. ‘relaxed’ — something that he wished you knew at all times. but with this situation with gojo, he knew you would never be relaxed if it were left up to them.

the time by the pool was well spent; a few people had been outside too, and someone had even shown up playing music from a speaker. the volume low and mellow as the lyrics of some slower songs had played out in their entirety. the sound droned out in the background as you and geto got into the elevator, waiting for the doors to slide close.

“wait, hold it!”

a voice called out in the distance, causing geto’s hand to jut out in order to stop the automatic doors. your head lifting from your phone screen to look at the entrance of the elevator. your bright-haired best friend making his way towards you and geto.

“be nice, sugu,” you said with a small smile as you greeted the man getting into the elevator, “hey, ‘toru!”

“hey, beautiful. geto.”

oh god, you internally groaned.

“gojo.”

“we just left the pool! we wanted to invite you, but you weren’t in your apartment when we got ready.” you tried to shift the conversation as the elevator ride seemed to drag on.

“maybe next time. got a little busy this morning. had to study for my exam in my biology class tomorrow,” gojo started with a light apology, a smile playing at his lips.

“oh, you study now?”

almost had it.

geto’s words broke between you and gojo’s conversation. just as the elevator dinged, signifying you were on the fourth floor.

“mhm. guess you could say i’m turning over a new leaf,” gojo answered dryly. but there was an air of something hidden behind his words as he exited the elevator.

gojo was telling the truth, somewhat. he had been out studying. but he was home when you and geto came knocking at his apartment door. his feet were quiet against his wooden floors, as he had known the distinct little knocking pattern you had used all the time. his hand jutted out slightly to reach for the door knob, but his movements halted when he heard geto’s voice on the other side of the door too.

his smile fading just a bit as he neared the door silently. looking through the peephole at you two on the other side. you stood in front of geto, a pretty smile laying across your glossed lips as a hopeful glint played at your eyes. you looked…beautiful. geto stood behind you in just black swimming shorts and a towel draped on his shoulder. his hair half up and half down, a style that you all had grown accustomed to.

the two of you…looked beautiful.

see this was not a case of gojo being jealous of you two. no, this…this was something else.

his hand hovered over the door knob still, eyes still peering out through the peephole as your smile seemed to falter just a bit. the lack of response definitely started to steal what hope you cling on to.

“he probably isn’t home...”

geto tried to lay it out lightly, it seemed. which gojo was somewhat thankful for as he watched you both saunter off, presumably towards the swimming pool.

gojo had begun to feel guilty for his actions as time began to tick by. not only towards you, but towards geto. it was purely jealousy that had him stuck in his ways. but once again, the jealousy was not aimed towards you and geto. no, he had felt a sense of longing for the both of you for quite some time — it was ridiculous to him, honestly. for a long time, he had thought that you three were meant to be together.

his jealousy was aimed at geto and the people he had watched geto bring home—

deciding he needed some air, gojo shook his head free of any thoughts. removing himself from the door as he grabbed some of his belongings and threw them into a backpack. the walk to his suv was quiet and quick. he did not want to run into any of you when leaving the building; surely that would make for an awkward story about how he had not heard you knocking.

the library.

he had decided he was going to go to the library. hell, you would probably be proud of him for thinking of going to the library rather than the pool. the thought made him push a little chuckle through his lips as he started the black suv. working his way through the parking lot.

he wanted the both of you in his arms. not to be distancing himself from geto, and ultimately feeling like he’s causing you stress. he had not learned to deal with his emotions, had not matured in a way that could allow him to feel like he would not be hurt if he were to just tell this all to geto. or maybe even to you. which he did not understand.

he never had a hard time expressing himself.

he never hid anything from you two.

he never held a grudge.

gojo had begun to wonder if he was experiencing heartbreak from someone he had never even been with. why was it making him so bitter? why did it make seeing geto’s face such a hard task? why was his brain a mixture of emotions when around the two of you?

this was not right; you two were his best friends. he needed to talk to you at some point. have a sit-down and just let everything out. but how? how would he even bring it up?

“hey, i’m in love with the both of you. you both drive me insane. i would give you both the world. also, i am so deathly afraid of geto hurting the both of us emotionally.”

gojo let out a laugh to himself behind the steering wheel.

“i sound like i’m losing my fucking mind.”

he was losing his mind.

[rorywritesjunk]

Dancing kisses on my cheek, it's the wonders that I seek

Buggy just wanted your birthday to go smoothly.

Rating: PG-13. Warning: None, but they smooch. A/N: A request from a lovely Anon for a birthday fic! I apologize this is later being finished than I would have liked, I meant it to be posted over a week ago and it didn't happen. Enjoy! Title comes from "Wonders" by S.J. Tucker.

(gif has no relevance to the fic i just wanted to show him slappin his own ass)

“Babycakes, wake up.”

You huffed and pulled the blankets from over your face, glaring up at the big red nose that was in your face. Buggy was leaning over you, looking way too awake and excited for what you thought was way early in the morning. You glanced away for a second, seeing that the clock read half past seven in the morning and yea, that was too early for you for your birthday, the one day in the year you wanted to do what you wanted, like sleep in.

“Buggy, do you know what time it is?” You mumbled as you pulled the blankets back over your face. He yanked them off you, grinning widely as he tossed the blankets aside.

“Your birthday! Which we are having a party for!” He cheered. You pulled your pillow over your head but he didn’t like that, his hands yanking it off you and tossing it to join the blankets on the floor. “Get up, I have your favorite breakfast ready. We’re anchored at that island with that hot spring you’ve been talking about and I managed to get you a massage so you can relax, and then it’s fireworks, and more food and-”

He droned on about the plans he made for you while he collected clothes for you to wear. You had no choice but to admit defeat and let your flashy boyfriend take charge of the day. Buggy assembled his favorite outfit for you to wear, something comfortable but easy to take off (“For the hot spring and massage, of course” He said with a wink and eyebrow waggle). And you appreciated it because this was his way to show his love, not necessarily by words of adoration or physical affection, but with actions and gifts. 

You had been talking about visiting a hot spring for a while and was happy that Buggy remembered, but you had hoped he would come along with you because while it was your day, you did want to spend it with your boyfriend. And while the massage sounded wonderful, you would rather he be the one to give it to you, even if it would end up with both of you naked at some point. And fireworks were exciting, he always came up with something fun whenever he wanted to put on a show, so you were looking forward to that.

Eventually you sat up and yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you closed your eyes, trying to force yourself to wake up and get ready for the day. When you opened them you nearly fell back in surprise as you came face to face with Buggy once more. He was still grinning, holding your outfit up for you.

“Come on, let’s go, we got things to do, babycakes!”

“I’m movin’, Buggy, gimme a sec.” You yawned again, covering your mouth while he started to get you out of your pajamas and into your day clothes and you were too tired to fight back, letting him take charge for now. Once he was finished he started working on your hair next, running a brush through it, getting any tangles out before plaiting it and pinning it to the top of your head. You chuckled softly and looked up at him. “You really want to get the day started, don’t you?”

“Uh, of course. Your birthday is my favorite day.” He told you as he found a face wipe to attack your face with. “I want to spend the entire day making you happy.”

“Aw, Buggy.” You pushed his hand away and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sweet, really, wanting to do all those nice things for you but when it came down to it, you just wanted to spend the day with him, no matter what it was. He pulled away from the kiss, cheeks pink as he smoothed the wipe over your face once more. “Y’know I’d be happy just spending it with you doing nothing, right?”

“Y-Yea, I know, but I want you to have the best day ever, baby, so let me treat you.” He insisted, tossing the wipe aside. “Now let’s get going!”

~

It didn’t go as smoothly as Buggy had planned.

The hot spring reservations fell through as they booked Buggy’s slot for the next month and couldn’t accommodate you that day. The massage was part of that deal so that didn’t get to happen either. To say Buggy was upset was an understatement, he was raging and you had to drag him back to the ship before anything could happen.

“It’s fine, Buggy, really!” You insisted as he screamed profanities back at the place as you led him to the docks. “Don’t worry!”

“I wanted you to do something fun that you wanted to do!” He whined as you walked up to the main deck of the ship. “Your birthday is ruined because of them!”

You managed not to roll your eyes. “It really isn’t ruined, love. I told you I’m fine just spending the day with you.”

Buggy managed to scowl and pout at the same time which caused you to giggle at the silly expression. He really just wanted the day to go perfect for you, and with the rough start of the festivities, he hoped the rest would be better. At least the food and fireworks should still go off without any issue, right?

~

The rain that suddenly appeared literally dampened Buggy’s spirits. He was outside on the deck, checking the fireworks display that was getting set up, when clouds appeared overhead and dumped buckets down, soaking and ruining the display. 

The food he had the cook prepare for your lunch burned somehow. 

He was ready to call it quits when he came into the bedroom, soaked to the bone from the rain. He wouldn’t be surprised if you blamed him for ruining your birthday, he certainly would. Nothing was going right and he felt so bad for it. 

“Buggy?” 

With a sigh, he turned to face you, ready to apologize for your birthday going to hell so fast, but paused when he saw what you were doing. The tub was filled with hot water, he could see the steam rising from it, and you had lit candles around it. The bed was stripped of the blankets with some towels laid down on it. You looked up when he came in and beamed, looking happy to see him.

“I thought we could improvise since the day didn't go the way you wanted, Buggy.” You said as you gestured to the bathtub. “Filled with nice hot water to warm you up since you were caught in the rain. Tossed in some bath fizzies I had to give it some nice smells.” You went over to him to help him out of his wet clothes. “And after, I’d like a massage, since as you’ve said all day today, it is my birthday.”

“Yea?” He grinned as you set the clothes in a basket nearby, not wanting to leave them on the floor. “What else do you have in mind, babycakes?”

“We’ll just have to see how the day goes.” You grinned as he started to pull your clothes off. “I just want to spend the day with you, Buggy, that’s all.”

“I’m sure I can make that happen now.” He assured you as he grinned widely. “I bet I’ll have you seein’ fireworks once I’m done with that massage you want.”

You snorted and swatted him on the shoulder gently, shaking your head at the dumb joke. He laughed and pulled you along to the tub, settling himself in and taking a deep breath, the scent of peppermint and eucalyptus helping him to relax already. Once you joined him, settling between his legs and leaning back into his chest, his arms were around you and he was pressing kisses to your bare shoulder.

“I love you, baby.” He mumbled against your skin. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, Buggy.” You smiled as you closed your eyes, getting comfortable in your arms. “I’m glad I get to spend it with you.”

[magnificentsapcaddy]

There's that post I think of a lot about what the different fantasy races' TV shows would be like, and I kind of want to do that for my fantasy world. Because I'm trying to defy the classic fantasy stereotypes and this seems like a fun exercise.

DWARVES

The notion of a dwarvish television show is kind of like the idea of a human television show - they're so far spread that it's hard to pin it down to just one thing, but in Bant, the main continent where my books take place, it's all sooo self-serious. They're putting out soap operas with the pomp and gravity of a funeral. They're also broadcasting 19-hour-long operas and antiquing shows where they tell you why everything is garbage.

ORCS

Think of the most harrowing episode of television you've seen in your life. We're talking major character death. We're talking people dying for NOTHING, real "not Penny's boat" type shit. Like, Romeo committing suicide and then Juliet committing suicide immediately afterwards. Tonally speaking, this is to orcish TV what the "let's go to a hot spring!" episode of a shonen anime is.

PLATYDONTS

So, as a bit of backstory, the platydonts used to be humans but then had an Atlantis happen to them and were stuck in a ~2,000 mile wide time bubble for hundreds of thousands of years. So they're like, fish/seal guys. And I think they're doing soap operas too, but in the dwarvish soap operas, you can't even get to be a background character without an acting degree, and in a platydont soap opera, you can just walk on the set and someone's like, "Yeah, gimme a second, I'll write you in." BIG theater kid vibes from them. Dwarvish TV is serious and orcish TV is brutal, but platydont TV is 18-year-olds wailing and ripping their shirts off over a corpse who is trying to slyly check their phone.

ELVES

I don't expect anyone reading this to know what A Prairie Home Companion is, and truth be told I've never even listened to it either, but I feel like it's all just that. Just some guy in a rocking chair in a plain white studio, "Saw a ladybug the other... you used to see a lot of them in the summer." Bob Ross shows for growing bonsai trees and shaping stalactites. Panel shows where there's even less of a point to the game and it's just four elves like, "You remember how they used to make flour out of acorns in 2749 BA? That was nice. Can't get them like that any more."

PIXIES

Pixies, unlike most of the other sentient species of Tor, were formed from clay and, despite standing about three inches tall, can take a hell of a lot more of a beating than humans. They're making police procedurals where they're shooting at one another with real guns for real and they're fine. Tonight on Pixie Jackass, Merry Brightberry is going to fell a 95-foot-tall oak tree directly on Gorgeous Sunset's head and then cast a spell to make the tree explode, levelling the forest for 500 yards around it. Gorgeous Sunset comes out rubbing his jaw, "Oh, you fuckin' rascal!"

GNOMES

I think gnomes are mostly against television as a concept, but if you gave a gnome a camcorder, you're getting, like, Worker and Parasite back. They're watching Un Chien Andalou and laughing and clapping at some parts and getting pissed off and storming out of the theater at others, and there's no apparent context as for why. Everything is in five-hundred layers of innuendo and metaphor. Peeling back all the layers usually reveals an unfortunately conservative moral, but even then, it's like, "It is a man's RIGHT to stew a pumpkin for three days and three nights under the mullberry bush. And the woke left DOESN'T want you to know."

[astasource]

HADESTOWN. ( 1 / ? ) roleplay starters of anaïs mitchell's hadestown. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns.

ROAD TO HELL.

once upon a time there was a railroad line.

don't ask where, brother, don't ask when.

it was a world of gods and men.

it's an old song.

it's an old tale from way back when.

there were three old women all dressed the same.

ride that train to the end of the line.

see, someone's got to tell the tale.

it's a sad tale.

it's a tragedy.

don't forget that times are hard.

let me introduce you to a few of them.

his mama was a friend of mine.

it's a love song.

he was touched by the gods themselves.

ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS.

she was no stranger to the world.

the weather ain't the way it was before.

ain't no spring or fall at all anymore.

it's either blazing hot or freezing cold any way the wind blows.

there ain't a thing that you can do.

do you hear that sound?

ain't nobody gonna stick around when the dark clouds roll.

anybody got a match?

gimme that.

people turn on you just like the wind.

everybody is a fair weather friend.

in the end, you're better off alone.

ain't no length to which a girl won't go.

sometimes you think just to fill your belly full of food.

you know how those muses are.

this poor boy, he wore his heart out on his sleeve.

you might say he was naïve to the ways of the world.

he had a way with words.

and it ain't because i'm kind.

i took him underneath my wing and that is where he stayed until one day…

COME HOME WITH ME.

you wanna talk to her?

[ name ]? don't come on too strong.​

come home with me.

who are you?

is he always like this?

your name is like a melody.

oh, a liar, and a player too!

i've met too many men like you.​

he's not like any man you've met.​

tell her what you're workin' on.​

i'm workin' on a song.

i haven't seen a spring or fall since… i can't recall.​

oh, he's crazy.​..

why would i become his wife?

what else ya got?

WEDDING SONG.

who's gonna buy the wedding bands?

times being what they are - hard and getting harder all the time.

lover, when i sing my song all the rivers'll sing along.

the river's gonna give us the wedding bands.

who's gonna lay the wedding table?

so when you sing your song the one you're working on spring will come again?

why don't you sing it then?

it isn't finished.

you wanna take me home?

how'd you do that?

even so, it can do this?

EPIC I.

where'd you get that melody?

i don’t know. it came to me as if i'd known it all along.

you’ve heard that melody before?

remember the tale i told you once about the gods?

i remember now, but that was long ago.

tell it again though.

without her above, not one flower would grow.

the gods sang his song of love.

that was long ago, before we were on this road.

[legolasghosty]

kiss out of spite for willex plz and thank you (if this isn't too late I'm so behind lol)

You are absolutely not too late!!! I'm just very behind, lol! Hope you enjoy!

"Hey Hotdog," Willie says as he slides onto the bench beside his boyfriend, his board under his arm.

"Hi," Alex responds, that familiar smile crossing his face as he leans in to peck them gently on the mouth in greeting. "How was the ride over?"

"Great, all the dogs are out!" Willie answers. One of the things that makes this cafe one of his and Alex's date spots is that it's not too far to walk (or skate) to from either of their apartments. And the warm, spring weather makes it an easy place to meet up.

Alex laughs. "Oh I know, Reggie hasn't stopped texting the guys and I pictures all day."

Willie claps a hand to his chest in mock offense. "And he hasn't sent any to me?! I thought we were friends."

"Nope, you've been spared the spam of puppy pictures, he definitely likes you more than me," Alex argues lightly.

"What, you don't appreciate him sharing the cuteness of his day with you?" Willie teases.

The barista calls out Alex's name before the drummer can reply. Alex holds up a finger, as if to say Hold that thought, then rises and heads for the counter. Willie glances towards the menu board. Right, cafe, he should probably get something. They wonder if that new chocolate thing comes in decaf.

"Okay, I got one of the berry lemonades and one of this dutch chocolate mocha," Alex says, placing a tall glass and a large mug on the table. "Which do you want?"

Willie feels their face warming as they realize that Alex ordered drinks for both of them. "Um, I'm good with either," he says, trying to translate the way his heart skips a beat into a smile Alex can read. "Thank you."

Alex groans playfully. "Look, we both know I can't make decisions, so pick a drink, Covington." He sits down on the bench beside Willie and nudges both drinks in their direction.

Willie hesitates, glancing back and forth between the cups. "This is decaf, right?" he asks after a second, tapping the rim of the mug.

"Yep, can't have you going hyper or me throwing up," Alex confirms.

"I'll try that one then," Willie decides, wrapping both hands around the hot ceramic and lifting it.

"Perfect," Alex declares, taking a sip of the lemonade. "You'll have to tell me if it's good though, looked interesting."

"Will do." Willie takes a sip of the beverage, recoiling slightly when it burns their tongue. "Thank you," they repeat.

"Of course," Alex says, though the pink in his cheeks betrays his casual tone. "Gotta keep my partner well hydr-" He cuts himself off, probably realizing that drinking coffee is the opposite of hydrating. "Happy to," he finishes after a second.

Willie lets it go, since Alex already seems embarrassed. "So about all those dog pictures Reggie sent you," they hint instead, raising an eyebrow.

Alex chuckles, seeming glad for the change of topic. "What, you want to see them that bad?" he questions, incredulous. "There's a lot of them."

"Gimme!" Willie declares, reaching for the pocket of Alex's pink hoodie, where his phone usually resides.

"Okay okay okay," Alex giggles, holding up one hand in surrender while grabbing the device with the other.

He unlocks it and leans closer so Willie can see the screen. Feeling brave, Willie wraps an arm around his waist to guide him even closer. Alex's ears are turning pink, but he carefully slips his own arm around Willie's shoulders.

"So..." Alex hums, scrolling back through the Sunset Curve group chat on his phone, past dozens of pictures and messages. "Yeah all of this is from today," he continues, still scrolling. "But here's the first one I think."

Willie coos at the blurry picture of a couple of golden labs wrestling near a playground. Next is a spaniel on a walk with their human. Then a dog walker being nearly dragged across the sidewalk by four dogs of various sizes. Willie laughs at that one.

Alex scrolls down to the next one, but someone loudly clearing their throat pulls both of their attention away from the screen. On the other side of their table stands a tall, white man in jeans and a flannel shirt. He also has a very deep frown on his face.

"Hey, what's up?" Willie asks cautiously. He feels Alex's arm tense around his shoulders.

"What's 'up'," the guy snaps, putting air quotes around the second word, "is that you two are being all rowdy over here and bothering my family."

The guy has a slight southern accent, but the look on his face is anything but hospitable. Willie glances across the cafe to see a woman and three kids, probably all under the age of 10, a few tables away. The kids are making more noise than he and Alex were though.

"Sorry," Alex says quickly. "We weren't trying to, we'll be quieter."

The guy doesn't seem satisfied by that, which doesn't surprise Willie. They're pretty sure they know what this is actually about.

"You'd better get real quiet," the man says, taking a step closer. "I don't need you people exposing my kids to all your unnatural tenancies."

Willie feels Alex shrinking into their side and resists the urge to punch this guy in the face. Sure, they're both well aware that jerk homophobes are everywhere. But right now? Really? Alex is barely back from having to spend a weekend with his homophobic parents for a family reunion. Can't this jerk just mind his own business?

"With all due respect," Willie responds, his tone icy, "I think your kids aren't going to be eternally traumatized by me and my boyfriend being on a date while they're drinking hot chocolate in the same cafe. Please leave us alone."

"You people got some nerve," the man growls, one fist clenching.

Willie slides the hand that isn't on Alex's waist into his pocket, reaching for his pepper spray.

"Sure, we have guts," Alex cuts in, startling both the man and Willie. "But not because we're doing anything wrong. We're brave for still being out here when people like you are here too. People who want us dead just because we're queer."

Willie feels a rush of pride for his boyfriend in his chest. They know just how much Alex has had to fight against the homophobia drilled into him from an early age. They know all about how much pain it causes him when his parents continue to pretend that he isn't gay. They know how terrifying these situations are for the both of them. And Alex is standing up for them anyways.

"Yeah, and we're not going anywhere," Willie adds, feeling Alex's trembling. "It's not like being gay is anything new. It's just a part of humanity, whether you like it or not. So you might as well give up and leave us alone, because your big man act is just pathetic." He channels every bit of his dad into that last sentence. "Now either leave us be or we'll call the cops."

The guy splutters for a minute, then storms off. Alex just stares after him for a long moment, then turns to Willie with a nervous smile.

"You okay?" the drummer asks, brushing a strand of hair away from their face.

"Yeah, you?" Willie responds, catching Alex's hand with their own.

Alex nods. "I think so. I just wasn't really expecting that I guess."

"Me either," Willie says, taking in a deep breath.

He glances back over at the man's table to see him snapping at his kids to finish their drinks so they can leave. They can't help the smirk that pulls at their lips. The two of them did that. They stood up to that jerk and drove him off. Together.

"You did great," he tells Alex, squeezing his hand.

"Right back at you," Alex chuckles, his smile growing a bit. The drummer steals a look over at the other table as well. "Geez, sucks to be that guy's kids," he comments.

"Yeah," Willie agrees sadly. "Maybe he'll get better?"

Alex just shakes his head. Willie wonders if he reminded the drummer of his dad at all. But now isn't for thinking about jerks, they tell themself. Today is for having fun and being back together.

"Hey, you wanna tick that dude off a bit more?" Willie asks, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

Alex huffs a laugh. "Depends, what did you have in mind?"

Instead of verbally answering, Willie moves his arm from Alex's waist to cup the back of his neck. They move in closer, pausing a few inches away from his face to wait for an answer. Alex smirks and closes the distance between them in a warm, solid kiss.

Willie lets go of Alex's hand to cup his jaw as the drummer's fingers slide into their hair. It's firm and steady and it's not long before they're both smiling too much to keep kissing. The glare the homophobe shoots them as he herds his family out the door just makes them laugh.

"I missed you," Alex breathes into the space between them. "I know I wasn't actually gone for that long, but..."

"I get it," Willie responds softly. "I missed you too."

They separate fully after another minute. Willie's coffee is getting cold, but they don't really mind. "So my place after this?" he suggests. "We can get takeout for dinner and watch some cheesy gay romcom or something?"

"Sounds perfect," Alex agrees.

The End

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@the-ginger-hedge-witch Joel  Turn

@mellowswriting Joel  It Will Come Back

@omgreally Joel  Hot Coffee

@mishasminion360 Joel  In An Instant

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Joel  Stonemilker

@supernaturalgirl20 Joel  A Fool For You +  Trying Not to Love You

@wheresarizona Joel  Respite

@psychedelic-ink Javier    Infections of a Different Kind / Joel  Exile + Burning Pile +  Aquatic Rehabilitation / Whiskey  Afternoon Sun + Snap Out of It / Pero  Like That / Marcus M  Black Water Lilies

@foli-vora Javier  Before My Eyes

@oonajaeadira Javier  Nadie Espera un Milagro (No One Expects a Miracle)

@lavendertales Javier  Indecently Dishonest / Joel  Fine Line +  Relief +  New Territory

@spacecowboyhotch Javier  The Sun Also Rises

@saradika Din  If You Send For Me, You Know I’ll Come

@firstofficerwiggles Din  Gimme the Beskar Spear

@oliviajdjarin Din  Dare You to Touch Me—Dare You to Love Me / Joel  Marked Me Like a Bloodstain

@floral-force Din  Apples & Honey

@kingofthebeskargoats Din  Open Arms

@flightlessangelwings Din  Trust and Intuition

@simpingcowboy Din  Full Disclosure / Javier  On The Clock / Marcus M  If It Wasn’t For the Nights

@theredwritingwitch Tim  Tune Your Soulwaves

@something-tofightfor Tim  Black Days

@agentwhiskeysdarlin Whiskey  Labyrinth

@movievillainess721 Whiskey  Pregnancy Craving

@thot-of-khonshu Whiskey  Nightcap

@boliv-jenta Charlie  Charlie’s Birthday / Frankie + Whiskey + Dave  Interagency Cooperation

@frenchiereading Frankie  Shared Breaths

@redahlia-writes Frankie  You Make Loving Fun

@wardenparker Frankie  I Have No Idea What You Just Said to Me

@beecastle Frankie  Paw Prints on Our Heart Rewrite

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Frankie  Landlord From Hell / Dieter  A Fork in the Road / Din The Future of Mandalore / @pedropascalsx Dave  His

@ssuperficialspacecadett Frankie  Through the Scope

@albertasunrise Frankie  Oops Baby

@writer-darling Marcus P  For All the Sad Mad Poets

@whataperfectwasteoftime Marcus P  Spring Fling

@pedropascalsx Dave  The Storm

@wildemaven​ Dave  The Secrets We Keep...

@kayleezra Ezra  A Sunflower and Their Encyclopedia

@pennyserenade Dieter   Only Backwards

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #106 one day

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

おしるこ (oshiruko) is a traditional Japanese dessert made out of azuki beans, served with mochi.

透明感 (toumeikan) means transparency, but can also be used to mean fair skin.

ふたば通りのたね庵 (futaba-dori no tane-an) is the taiyaki store “tane-an” on the street “futaba-dori”. Futaba means seed leaves/sprout, and tane means seed of a planet. There’s probably some kind of leafy word reference here, I think…? But I am not going to risk it, so it’s mostly kept as is.

Iori: Fumiya-san, what do you want to eat for dinner tonight?

Fumiya: Oshiruko

Iori: I’m asking for dinner.

Fumiya: ….It’s cold so won’t hotpot just do?

Iori: Hotpot again~? Need more burden~ Also Saru-chan and Ohse-san don’t eat much veggies

(Iori picking up the shopping bags)

Fumiya: Iori, gimme one

Iori: I’m fine

(Iori noticing something)

Iori: Hm? Ah, aaaah!!!!

Fumiya: What’s up

Iori: Look at that, Valentines! It’s almost that time of the year!

Iori: Close call, almost forgot. Am I still in that hot spring mood? Get it together you slave

Iori: Fumiya-san, what kind of chocolate do you want this year?

Iori: Hm? Huh? Fumiya-san?

Shop clerk: How long do you intend to carry it with you?

Fumiya: I-I-I-I-I’ll eat it immediately

Shop clerk: Do you need a bag with it?

Fumiya: I don’t need to please just give it like that. How much does it cost. Please hurry I’m being chased by a dangerous man

Shop clerk: Eh?

(Iori appearing behind Fumiya)

Iori: Fumiya-san?

Fumiya: Ah! I told you! He’s here! You were too slow!

Iori: He Doesn’t Need The Chocolate

Shop clerk: Hieh!

Iori: ‘Kay we’re leaving

(Fumiya being pulled away)

Fumiya: Aaah! My choco! Choco!!!! Myyyy~!!!!

Terra: …Ghost-kun, I wonder what kind of clothes fit you

Ohse: Um, you really don’t need to do this. A piece of shit doesn’t need any clothes.

Terra: Amahiko

Amahiko: Yes

Terra: What’s your opinion on this

(Amahiko snaps his fingers)

Amahiko: Perfect, it’s intriguing

Terra: Right? Then I’ll go try it on

Amahiko: …Eh? Terra-san!?

Terra: ? 

Amahiko: We’re picking out clothes for Ohse-san today… 

Terra: Aaah! Crap! I ended up picking clothes for Terra-kun! Be selfless!

Amahiko: Terra-san, I’d say this piece piqued my interest.

Terra: Hm? Oh-hoh

Amahiko: A pinch of sexiness for Ohse-san’s pale complexion. 

Terra: Eh? Why are you like, picking out clothes for Ghost-kun

Amahiko: Eh!?

Terra: Pick out clothes for Terra-kun! What are you doing Amahiko! Get a grip!

Amahiko: No, we’re picking out clothes for Ohse-san today….

Terra: Aaah! Crap! I ended up picking clothes for Terra-kun again!!

Terra: Be selfless! SELFLEEEES!!

Ohse: Let’s just go home already

Ohse: The guilt of using up both of your precious time is making me want to die.

Terra: It’s okay, we’ll definitely find some good clothes. So stick with us a little longer, okay

Ohse: ….

Terra: Alrighty~ Let’s get searching~

(Terra’s voice from inside the store)

Terra: It fits me? Thank you. Though I’d say anything is perfect on me, ehehe, also like---

Ohse & Amahiko: …..

Amahiko: There’s a good person in him, somewhere.

Ohse: I’m aware by now. 

(Sound of the cashier)

Terra: Sorry for the wait~! I bought like, soooo much~! Hm? Huh?

Terra: Ghost-kun, what are you doing here out of all places?

Ohse & Amahiko: ……..

(Both of them breathe in deeply)

Ohse & Amahiko: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!?

Iori: Hm~? Ah!

Fumiya: ?

Amahiko: Oh? Spotted two sexy people.

Terra: Eh? Aaah

(They all come together)

Fumiya: Wanna go somewhere else?

Terra: Good question

Iori: Ohse-san, you okay?

Ohse: …Yeah

Amahiko: Tora-san

(Torahime coming at them in a hurry) 

Torahime: Eh? Ah, y-y-y-yes

Amahiko: Any place you would like to go to?

Torahime: Eeeh? No… ah… 

Terra: Anywhere’s fine

Iori: Your wish, sir?

Torahime: Um… um… everyone-…

Bunch of dudes: HAAAAH!? The fuck’s wrong with you! Hey! We don’t fucking know you

Fumiya: Hm? What’s all that noise?

The four of them: Hm?

(PIIIIIIIIIIIII)

Terra & Iori: Rikai-kun!?

Ohse & Amahiko: Rikai-san!?

Rikai: You just littered, did you not. Please pick it up and throw it away at a designated place.

Rikai: Before society tosses the piece of trash that you are out on the streets.

Man 1: Shuddup man!

Man 2: Why do you care!

(The five of them try to stop Rikai)

Man 1: Get that head outta your ass! You piece of shit!

(The five of them apologizing)

(PIIIIIIIIIIII)

The five of them: !? 

Rikai: This area is a no-smoking zone, you imbecile.

Rikai: Or are you so naive you thought you could get away with it because it’s an electronic cigarette? 

Rikai: You wheedling child! Thinking cigarettes will make you mature! When bastards like you still suck on your thumb!!!!!

(The five of them try to stop Rikai)

(PIIIIIIIIIII)

The five of them: !? 

(Rikai slapping the hood of a car)

Rikai: Stop zone! It’s a stopping zone, stop! And you did not stop here!

Rikai: Discard your license if you do not listen to the rules! 

(The five of them try to stop Rikai)

Rikai: Why did no one inform me!? How the streets are full of felons!

Rikai: They’d rather walk with their heads in the clouds! Rikai-oniisan cannot believe this!

(They pick up Rikai and run away)

Rikai: Time has come for me to take my exit it seems. I do not understand, how unbelievable

Rikai: SOMEONE TELL MEEE----!!

(Sarukawa getting the shit beaten out of him)

(Sarukawa coming beaten and battered)

Amahiko: Sarukawa-kun, what happened to you

Iori: Ah! Again!? Geez~

Fumiya: What’s wrong?

Terra: A fight again?

Sarukawa: S’fine, don’t touch me!

Sarukawa: Aah! All of you just shut yer damn mouths! Don’t bother me! Leave me alone!

The four of them: ….

(Sarukawa leaving)

Fumiya: Kei, we got taiyaki

Sarukawa: What’cha say? Taiyaki?

Terra: C’mon, you heard it loud and clear

Amahiko: Let’s eat them together, Sarukawa-kun

Sarukawa: I ain’t gonna eat! As if I fuckin’ need any taiyaki!

The four of them: ….

Sarukawa: Where’s the taiyaki from

Terra: You do want to eat it, see?

Amahiko: Tane-an’s down on Futaba street.

Sarukawa: That one!? That one store that always got them crazy lines!?

Sarukawa: Their speciality is anko! Made with authentic black beans all the way from Hokkaido!

Sarukawa: But the owners from Okinawa!

Terra: You really know your stuff, so you wanna eat it, no!?

Sarukawa: Hell no!

Terra: Just be honest for once!

(Terra and Sarukawa jostling as Iori, Amahiko and Fumiya worry and try to stop them)

Iori: Tora-san!

Torahime: Hweh?

Iori: What are you spacing out for! Come stop them too!

Torahime: Ah, y-y-y-y-yes!

Torahime: Let’s all get along! Right, right let’s all calm down!

(Rikai leaving taiyaki infront of Sarukawa’s door)

Rikai: ….. Saru, I’ll leave some here, okay?

Iori: Eat it before it gets too chewy, you hear me?

Rikai: Good grief

Iori: ….

The two of them: …Hehe… fufufu

Iori: Ah, It’s Ohse-san

Rikai: Ohse-kun, let’s go eat some taiyaki

(Ohse passing them by)

Rikai: Hm? Ohse-kun?

(Ohse going to the entry way)

Iori: Wait, Ohse-san?

Rikai: Ohse-kun

Iori: Where are you going? Hey

(Ohse leaving the house)

Rikai: Ohse-kun? What’s the idea

Iori: Ohse-san, hold it

(Ohse getting into the water)

Rikai: WAAAAAAAAAH!

Iori: EEEEEEEEEH!?

(The two of them chase Ohse into the river to bring him out)

Iori & Rikai: WHY! WHYYY! WAAIT WAIT WAIT WHY OHSE-SAN HOLD IT

(They all end up on the riverbank)

Rikai: ….! What are you doing!

Ohse: Please let me die. This piece of shit messed up yet again.

Iori: Eeeeh!? Messed up what!?

(Ohse getting into the water)

Iori & Rikai: WAAAAAAAAAAH!

(The two of them fetch Ohse out)

Iori & Rikai: YOU CAN’T YOU CAN’T WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS WHYYY GET OVER HEREEE

(They all end up on the riverbank)

Ohse: Please let me drown myself

Iori: PLEASE DON’T DROWN YOURSELF!!

Rikai: Just what in the world happened

Ohse: Terra-san and Amahiko-san graced me with their precious free time

Ohse: And they all I did was soil it with my murky attitude…

Rikai: ….No, I’m sure you’re overthinking it

Iori: It’s these two, remember? There’s a chance they forgot already

Rikai: As you say

Ohse: Really? So then it’s okay, yes

Iori & Rikai: Yep! All good!

(Ohse getting into the water)

(The two of them fetch Ohse out)

Ohse: Please let me die for now! We’ll talk about it after I’m dead….!!

Iori: HIEEEEEEEEEH!

(Sarukawa complaining about his injuries as he gets naked)

Sarukawa: ….! Damnit…

(Sarukawa getting into the bath)

Sarukawa: ….

Amahiko: Good evening

Sarukawa: AAAAAH!!

Amahiko: Hahahaha

Sarukawa: AMAHIKO! I FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU! HOW MANY TIMES HAS IT BEEN THIS MONTH!

Amahiko: A rut awaits genuine ecstasy.

Sarukawa: DIE! Get out already! Fuck! …!

Amahiko: Aaah, aah Sarukawa-kun aah, aaAAAA!!

Sarukawa: …This fuckin’ guy

(Sarukawa getting into the bath)

Amahiko: Good evening

Sarukawa: EEEEEEEH!?

Amahiko: Fufufufu

Sarukawa: WHAT!? HOW EVEN!?

Amahiko: My new sexy illusions are still a long ways off from perfection

Sarukawa: EAT THIS!

(Sarukawa sprays him with cold water)

Amahiko: AAAAAAAH!! Sarukawa-kun it’s cold! The fresh water of winter!

Amahiko: AAH! AAAAAA!!

(Amahiko suddenly dancing)

Amahiko: Hah, hup, yaaaah!

Amahiko: ECSTASYYYYYYYYY

Sarukawa: DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

(Fumiya reading a book)

(Sound of knocking on the door)

Fumiya: Mh, come in

(Rikai bringing a pile of books)

Rikai: Fumiya-san, here, all the books you requested.

Rikai: They’re mainly about resource problems, and there’s essays with the data too. 

Fumiya: Thanks

Rikai: What are you reading at the moment?

(Fumiya shows the book)

Rikai: Energy… so that’s the topic you’re delving yourself into.

Rikai: What’s with the sudden interest?

Fumiya: … 

Fumiya: Ah, my moped

Rikai: Eh?

Fumiya: Y’see, gasoline prices have been on the rise lately, so it made me start paying attention to it

Rikai: Aaah, that. At any rate, it is indeed a big subject that humanity is struggling with

Rikai: I do believe it’s wonderful to show interest in something like this. 

(Rikai leaves)

Fumiya: Rikai

Rikai: ?

Fumiya: …Nah, nevermind

Rikai: It’s almost time for dinner. Please come downstairs when you can.

Fumiya: Gotcha

(Door closes)

(Fumiya closes his book)

(Fumiya takes something he had been hiding on the bookshelf)

(Fumiya takes out the Charisma radar)

Fumiya: ….

(Fumiya puts the Charisma radar away)

(Door closes)

(The seven of them enjoying dinner)

Iori: Ah, that reminds me

The six of them: ?

Iori: Rikai-kun’s birthday is before Valentine’s, right 

Terra: Ah, you’re right!

Ohse: Yes, on the 11th of February

Amahiko: We must celebrate!

(The five of them getting excited)

Sarukawa: Tch

Rikai: ….! Thank you very much

Sarukawa: By the way, Tora

Tora: Eh? Ah, y-y-y-y-yes

Sarukawa: When’s your birthday

Torahime: EEEH!? My… my- asking for my b-b-b-b-birthday????

Sarukawa: Yea

Torahime: ….January… the 19th, but….

The seven of them: Huuuh~...

Terra: So last month, then

Iori: Then when we celebrate Rikai-kun’s birthday, we’ll also celebrate Tora-san’s birthday!

Torahime: EEEH!?

(Everyone getting excited)

Rikai: I’m looking forward to it, Tora-san

Torahime: …..!

The seven of them: Fufufufu… hahaha

Torahime: Haha… Ahahaha

Torahime: Ahahaha…Torahime: Ahahahaha!

[toribookworm22]

It's been a hot minute since I read trials of apollo and all of that, but how's the pjo reread going? Have you read Magnus Chase or the Cane Chronicles?

Hey, love!

Oh my gosh, it's going SOOOO good!

I'm on The Tyrant's Tomb right now (the first one I haven't read before) and I am crying and laughing and loving how much I love these books.

Not on this reread, but I have read both Magnus Chase and The Kane Chronicles!

I own The Kane Chronicles, so I've reread them a few times over the years. They were my favorite growing up-- gimme every sibling story ever please. But I didn't end up finishing them last time. (Hoping I was just not in a great headspace for them because I want to love them just as much.)

But I borrowed Magnus Chase from the same friend I borrowed the first three Trials of Apollo books from and still haven't bought my own copies. They were fabulous and I'll change that eventually. :)

I'm having so much fun with this reread though. It has definitely been what I needed after a rough end of winter/beginning of spring. I am starting to realize though, that I'm probably going to be desperate to read both The Sun and The Star and The Chalice of the God's when I'm done with ToA.

Guess I'll be going to the bookstore. 🥰

[averysexyleon]

in which waltz stuff i am a total ham

Karl dipped his head forward in a teasing, flamboyant way.  Suddenly he was much, much closer.  The appropriate ‘bubble’ between dancers was broken, and he deftly moved his own hands, changing to a left-hand dominant stance, shrugging Ethan’s hand over his shoulder and gripping the blond by the waist with a decidedly not-polite squeeze.  He was so close.  On the next count, Karl spun them, moving to lead.  Ethan had to force his mind into reverse, which did nothing for his addled thoughts.  He struggled to adjust to the opposite movement.  

Karl was unlike Ethan as a lead in every way; where Ethan was stiff, formal, and regimented, Karl was like a delicate stream over smooth rocks; he could glide, and dip, and turn, and do so fluidly-without any stiff turns.  The man was made to waltz.  The pair flowed like muslin through the eye of a needle.  They were spinning; no, Karl had spun them once, but Ethan was so dizzy that the room seemed to spin after they sprang back to the waltz, the lights flickering again at the edges of his vision. 

Heisenberg’s tone and his almost sinister smirk meant something taunting.  Evil.  Dark.  Ethan awaited whatever villainous confession would pour from those scarred, goddammit– plump –lips.

  It would turn him off, it would fix his stupid head.  It would turn this back into a dance of formality.  Ethan licked his own lips.  Because they were dry .  Not because… Heisenberg would ruin this with his next words and Ethan would remember his hatred? Dislike? And Ethan would take the lead again and they’d gracefully, but stiffly, waltz like friends, instead of twirl like a pair of lovers just waiting to fall into bed together–

“I told you I liked you, Ethan.”  

Ethan’s disbelief was punctuated by the abrupt end of the song, and he almost forgot any semblance of post-dance manners until the engineer’s silver-streaked head dipped down in another exaggerated motion. 

-----------

Was that another flicker from the candles?  Ethan rubbed his eyes as the maestro turned on his pedestal toward his adoring crowd, explaining whatever number came next.  Heisenberg slipped his arm around Ethan’s waist too easily.  “Relax, you got your dancin’ shoes on anyway.  An’ I gotta get what I came here to get.”

Heisenberg nudged him, and the hand on Ethan’s thigh made butterflies spring up in his stomach.  So much chemistry.  God, so much.  More than he’d had with Mia, even in their early days.  More than he had with Chris.  Heisenberg was physically magnetic, even if Ethan emotionally wanted to keep his distance.  When Ethan leaned into the nudge, Heisenberg slid his arm around Ethan’s front and placed his chin on Ethan’s shoulder.  Another shiver went up the blond’s spine when Karl’s hot breath landed on his neck. 

Ethan’s eyes were closing at the nuzzle, and Karl spoke low, with a more serious than usual tone.    

“Gimme a little more time to soften up that stone heart of yours.”  

When Ethan turned to stare in shock at this statement, Heisenberg simply chuckled.  He dipped his head toward the maestro, who was still speaking at the side of the orchestral stage.  “Familjevalsen,” Heisenberg said, and Ethan shrugged helplessly, needing, desperately fucking needing –the subject to change.  The blood in his head was rushing…elsewhere, and he needed it to return to his head.  He needed to be able to make decisions.