#i just wanna put the helmet on …. just one time i beg … for the giggles ….

[xxplastic-cubexx]

three steps into the mall and im already being tested I SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIM AT HOME THIS IS HIS FAULT

keeping him on me with the hope he doesnt bite someone unprovoked

[bimboyaoi]

☆You make me wanna make you fall in love☆

☆ Popstar!OFC x Bodyguard! Billy Butcher ☆

I really hope y'all like this! This is more of an introduction to everything, but I plan on writing more for this au!

Billy knew he should be here. Shouldn't be doing this. But he couldn't resist you. No one could.

He wouldn't exactly call you spoiled, you just got everything you wanted, one way or another, but you were still nice and kind to everyone, especially him.

From day one you put your trust into him and offered him nothing but niceness. And slowly that nice grew into something more. Lingering looks, soft touches, whispers and giggles, and he couldn't help but fall for your little tricks. Fall for you.

And that's what brought him here, outside of the hotel you both were staying, patiently waiting for you on his motorcycle.

You giggle as you run out the front doors quietly, wearing sweat shorts and a hoodie and you quickly walk up to him with a smile.

"Hey, handsome." You smirk and he chuckles.

"Princess." He says as he puts on the helmet on you and you climb on the back of the bike with ease, already used to it.

You hug his chest tightly as he revs up the engine and takes off, making you scream in joy.

It's like this every time you two are together. He'll bring his bike or rent one, saying it's easier to get to you in one in case of an emergency, and you beg for him to take you on a secret late night ride.

Your manager would be furious if she ever found out, but the risk just makes it more exciting for the both of you.

"Abigail!" your manager snaps her fingers in your face and looks at you with a confused frown. "Are you even listening to me?"

You sigh and lean back, crossing your arms. You liked your manager, you really did, but sometimes she just pissed you off. "That's not my name." You say with a slight pout and she takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'm your manager, I don't have to call you by your stage name." Cynthia says angrily and runs her hand through her hair. "Did you pay attention to anything I said?" She sighs and takes off her glasses.

"Kinda... No..." You admit sheepishly, knowing what she was saying was important but your mind couldn't help but wander to Billy.

She threw her hands up before scoffing. "Your tour starts in two weeks, Abigail! I need you to pay attention!" She says as she sits down on the coffee table in front of you.

On the other side of the door, Butcher chuckle as he partially hears you getting an earful through the wooden doors.

You sit in your bed after tossing and turning for what felt like hours and look at your phone, an idea striking your mind.

You grab it and dial Billy's number with a smirk, your grin widening when he picks up after just a few rings.

"Princess? Is everyone alright? It's very late." His voice is hoarse and deep, making you bite your lip.

"Can't sleep." You murmur, putting on your best sad girl act to try and convince him to come see you.

He chuckles as you hear the sheets moving, he probably sat up. "It's a bit too late for a ride, luv."

You laugh softly and twirl a strand of hair around your finger. "I know... But I still wanted to see you..." I whisper with a hopeful tone.

"You know I can't do that, princess..." His tone is soft and apologetic, but there's some sort of repressed desire deep down, and you both know it.

"We won't do anything wrong! I just want some company till I manage to fall asleep, I promise, Billy." You whine and clutch the phone closer to your face.

He sighs, and you hear the sheets being thrown off and smile. "Just let me put on some clothes, sweetie."

[letterlitter]

Karting around

Lando Norris x reader

•in which one small choice will get you to the Bahrain gp paddock.

Lando will never forget the day you met. How you tripped on a kart and almost fell on your way to clear the tires off of the circuit the day he went karting with friends during summer break.

The hot summer day and the amount of work you had to do was not a good mixture with sleep deprivation from the final semester of your bachelor's. Picking up summer programs was not a wise choice. "At least it would end sooner" you had thought as you handed in the form. Now you regretted it.

The job in the racing track had been your motivation to keep going. After getting into Formula 1, this was the cheapest and the closest thing you could get to the experience. You started racing karts and landed a job on the same track a couple of months later. Never knowing this small choice would lead to a bigger fate and gravely embarrassing yourself infront of professional drivers of the fastest cars in the world was the price to pay to get to it.

"Be careful are you okay?" Lando reached his hand for you to hold onto to prevent you from falling. He was too far away but you caught yourself just in time.

"Yes." You exhaled sharply in relief, "this guy is begging me to ride him...that sounded so weird sorry." You pointed at the blue and yellow LN go-kart you tripped on. The track's new owner had bough quite a few of them. You even learned how to drive a go-kart on them so you were super excited about the owner visiting, wanting to look good, yet you ruined it, twice.

You looked up at Lando, who was trying not to laugh at your joke. You didn't think the joke itself was funny to him, but the way it sounded dirty was making him giggle. You noticed his eyes wrinkle when he did.

"Wanna give it a go?"

Your raised your head with the suggestion.

"So you could beat the crap out of me?" You immediately wished you lead a more polite life and wouldn't keep making yourself look worse.

But Lando didn't seem to care much. The blue of his eyes kept looking deeper in the shade.

"How about we give you a headstart? The karts are all the same it won't be like F1."

You suspiciously looked back at him, "is this a make a wish situation? Mind you I am not dying yet."

He laughed. "I promise we made this choice ourselves. It'll be fun with one more driver. Your boss told me you have experience. Come on." He gestured you to follow him.

"I sort of wish he didn't."

***

Five minutes later there you all were, you in your rental helmet and everyone else in their custom designed ones.

Despite your liking, they all agreed to let you start at the front of the pack with them starting a little further from the line.

The flag was waved and off you went. Pushing hard on the gas, trying so hard to beat at least one of the four people racing against you. Three were F1 drivers so you were focused on beating the other man. The only thing your mind was thinking was "don't lose" and you even surprised yourself since not even in go-kart championships, did you push so hard to win.

By the final lap your core muscles were extremely sore and your grip on the wheel felt numb. You had no idea if you had lost yet but you kept on going and you crossed the line with a simple exhale like you had kept all your breaths in the whole race. This was the first time you felt so out of your own body.

A slight tap of the finger on your helmet brought you back on earth,

"You still there?" Lando's voice sounded stuffy through your helmet.

He offered his hand which you took to stand up, taking off your helmet after. 

"Your speed was insane are you alright?" Lando put a hand on your shoulder, bending over a bit to look you in the eye, making sure you're fine.

You nodded yes and started walking towards the building to ask about your lap times.

"Lap time goes: Lando, Alex, .... wow.. y/n, George and Mike."

The "What??" You screamed was the third embarrassment you put yourself through that day. But it was all worth it. You started jumping around making weird noises to your coworker who had just read the names.

Later on George would claim he was trying to be nice and gave you the spot because he wanted to make you look good infront of Lando because he knew you two would end up together.

***

Lando kept coming back to kart with different groups of people. Different drivers, family members, friends. And you had become a member of their racing bunch throughout summer.

Couple days to the official new formula1 season, while your shift was ending and men with cameras were walking in to take some pictures from Lando and his Quadrant team for publicity, Lando pulled you to the side.

He started out hesitant but you didn't really notice at first.

"Before you go I wanted to ask you this once in a lifetime question."

"That would be the second one this summer then."

He smiled, you had become a little closer, a little friendlier during the summer. You felt like it was okay to try and make him laugh.

"How would you like to be a special guest in the Bahrain gp paddock? I might be able to show you around."

You didn't know what to say. Your hands started to sweat and your heartbeat got fast. Was this part of the dream you were having or was it all real?

"What? Yes of course. Yes yes."

So you exchanged numbers and he told you that your trip will be paid for. After a couple months of dating you realized that was just Lando's way of asking for your number. Offering something big to get something small. Maybe that's how it worked for the rich.

You said your goodbyes and waited a couple days for Lando to send you further information.

And this was only the beginning.

[kitausuret]

I am disappointed in you, Michaela. PeterMac? SERIOUSLY?!

Listen, anon, sometimes you just see something and it's - it's funny, okay? Sometimes it just makes you giggle. But because you had the gall to call me by my given name on my blog like you're my mother, I'm going to write a little snippet for you. 💖

-----

"This is how you thank me, Mac? For all the times I saved your life?"

Scorpion wiggled mostly-helpless in his web-cocoon, dangling from a tall lightpost and trying to get his suit's tail free. "Saved it? Saved it?! You cocky, stupid, spandexed bastard, I'll tear you and that son of a bitch Jameson limb from limb from limb until you're both-"

"Ah, leave old Jonah alone. He's just too cranky to retire." Spider-Man lowered himself down a line until he was face to face with his foe. "What happened to the ol' Alchemax job, Mac?"

"What's it to you, bug."

"Come on, Scorpy; I know you know by now that spiders are arachnids." He tilted his head. "Hey, I'm serious. We've known each other too long to not be honest with each other." He reached out to give two gentle knocks on Scorpion's armored helmet.

Mac responded in kind by trying to twist himself enough to bite him. (Not even danger enough to set off the trusty spider-sense.)

"Careful, there. You don't have dental anymore. You don't wanna be needing another jaw surgery."

Something flashed over his face then - a kind of momentary panic.

...okay, maybe not the best thing to say.

Then the old anger came. "You- you broke my jaw clean off that day, you fucking-"

"Look, would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"

"Then who the fuck else was it."

"I'm hardly the only Spider-Man." He pointed a finger in Mac's face, mostly out of some kind of cruel self-amusement to see if the Scorpion would try to bite him again. "Hell, even you tried on the alias for a while. Osborn's little errand-Venom."

"That... that ain't me anymore."

"See, then? People change."

Scorpion gave a heavy, tired kind of sigh. He seemed to finally give up the attempts to wriggle out of the bindings. "If you gotta know, I figured the Alchemax gig was too good to last anyways. So I got mixed up with the Black Cat and her crew. She was a good boss, y'know? Probably the best I had, next to Miss Allan. And then Venom put me in the fuckin' ICU."

"Sorry I forgot to send flowers."

"No you're not. You were workin' with him."

"Which one?"

"Ain't you got somethin' better to do, Spider? I don't hear sirens yet. Guy like me, they usually come a little quicker."

"Well..." Spider-Man did a little spin on his webline, contemplating. "You were breaking and entering an old OsCorp building. But you didn't actually steal anything. And me, I don't have a lot of love for that man's legacy." He stopped to flip himself right-side-up. "You still have Liz Allan's contact, Mac?"

"Why?"

"The lady's got an ever-growing corporate nightmare. She could probably use a reliable security guy again."

He grabbed the bundle of heavily-armored supervillain in his arm, turned Scorpion upright again, and then yanked at the webline until it tore free. Then, he carried his protesting bundle off to a nearby rooftop and tossed him onto it.

"Wh- hey! What're you doing!"

Spider-Man rolled the bundle over and stopped it with his foot, leaning down to look Mac in the eyes. "All right, here's what's gonna happen. In about 45 more minutes, this stuff is gonna dissolve enough for you and your fancy green suit to break out. Tomorrow morning, you're going to give Liz Allan a call. You're going to get on your knees and beg her for your job back."

"I don't owe that broad-"

"Hey, stop that. She's an old friend." He stepped down harder - not enough to risk even cracking the armor, but enough to apply pressure. "In exchange, you don't get sent back to Ryker's. All right?"

Mac stared up at him.

"It'd be real easy to roll you right off this roof."

"You wouldn't."

"You're sure about that?"

"...fine. I'll give it a shot."

"Good man." He patted Mac's cheek. After a moment, he rolled his mask up to his nose and leaned down to plant a kiss on the visor covering his old foe's eyes.

Scorpion made a disgusted noise, but didn't protest further.

[battymommastuff]

Can I request something soft with batmom and Jason??

Motorcycles

Jason Todd x Batmom

Prompt: Batmom and Jason take a ride on your motorcycle

It was no secret that Y/N Wayne was a complete badass. From the moment Bruce met you to the time you were married, you'd always stunned people with your behavior. You weren't into fancy galas and dresses. You didn't come from a rich family, nor did you have a clean record. You were frequently spotted in public getting a drink or on your motorcycle. The sophisticated looked at you with disgust while the common people of Gotham loved you.

No one admired you more than Jason Todd. When he first met you, you were just returning from a ride through the city. Your helmet was perched on top of your head, and your leather jacket was zipped up to your chin. He was convinced that you were cooler than Batman. O

One day you were looking for him. He had a night off from patrol and you wanted him in bed asap. He was in the garage admiring your bike. He never touched it not wanting to ruin it. You grinned leaning against the door to the garage watching him admire it. You'd never seen a child look so entranced before.

"Wanna ride it?" You asked startling him. You'd always wanted to take him for rides like you did with Dick. It was an easy way to tire out the poor boy.

"Yes, please!" Jason begged then grabbed your arm dragging you to your bike. You giggle then ruffle his hair.

"We need to prepare first. Alfred will have our heads if we don't leave with helmets, and jackets."

You grabbed your helmet and the helmet you used for your oldest son. Jason put it on letting you adjust it then zipped up his leather jacket that he begged Bruce to get for him.

After getting on, Jason let you pick him up and place him in front of you," Now hold on little bird." You instruct putting his hands on the handles then you start the bike.

Jason yells in excitement as you two drive through the ares outside of Gotham. He had a pair of goggles on his face protecting his eyes while you put down your visor. This was the most fun he'd had in forever.

You came to a stop at an overlook that looked over all of Gotham. Jason scrambled off then ran to the rails to see the city, "Mom! Look! I can see Wayne enterprises!" He exclaims then laughs happily. You smile softly watching him.

Jason took that memory with him everywhere. Even now as an adult in the same spot he sat on his bike leaning against the front watching the city.

"I knew I'd find you here." You said exiting your car. He looked over at you the nodded, "It was always your favorite spot to run away too."

You walked to him resting a hand on his head ruffling his hair like you use too. He groans swatting your hand away then lets you pull him in for a side hug.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you give me your bike? You love it more than anything."

"Correction. I love my family more, but I gave it to you because I'm getting older. I'm tired, and she needs someone to take care of her and I knew you would be the perfect person too. I found this bike in a junkyard when I was just fifteen. It was all beat up, and scrapped for parts. Slowly I managed to fix her up until she was safe for riding. Being married to Bruce helped even more, but I never forgot how broken she was when I first found her. It reminds me of you little bird. I saw it in your eyes when I first met you. You had the biggest smile on your face though your eyes screamed broken. Now they don't you fixed yourself up, but I never forgot who you were then. The only person who could truly understand the story of this bike was you."

Jason wiped his teary eyes then pulled you in for a tight hug. He buried his head in your shoulder. You smile rubbing his back then pull away wiping the tear that fell from his eye.

"Thank you so much Mom, for everything."

[ladyli28]

"I Want To Help" / H.R Wells x Reader

Summary: Bored in the Lab, you and H.R decide to play Never have I ever. You soon regret it because it reveals one of your embarrassing secrets.

Rating: T, fluff

A/N: I don't just want to write Harry fanfics so here is H.R! I don't read H.R fanfics so i had to do some studying for this one haha. I'm trying to expand my vocabulary because some words can get repetitive, i know. I hope this is good enough for you to enjoy!

You and H.R were bored in the lab, and doing nothing. Everyone was busy doing something else, but you two. The two of you are sitting in silence, and it's killing you. H.R had just finished his 4th cup of coffee. As he gets up to get another, you stop him by saying, "Let's play a game."

"A game? I love games! What game you thinkin'? Connect four? Monopoly? Ouu Ouu what about Candy Land!"

Hearing H.R ramble is just what you needed. He makes you feel like he wants you and your company. You giggle, "H.R, we don't have board games here."

"Right... Well we could play hide and go seek or-"

"Let's play never have I ever."

"Okay!" He walks over to where you are and sits close next to you. There are so many things you haven't done, kinda embarrassing but hey, at least you'd be winning the game!

"Okay, i'll start," H.R cheers, "Never have i ever only drank 1 cup of coffee in the morning!" You laugh, then put one of your fingers down. "I like coffee, but one cup is enough for me."

"Howww, coffee is the best drink in the entire multiverse!" He protests. You jokingly roll your eyes and prepare yourself for the upcoming embarrassment. "Never have I ever..." you pause, "learned how to ride a bike." H.R dramatically gasps and leans back in his chair. "Y/N L/N doesn't know how to ride a bike?! I'm shook!"

"Shut up.." you say under your breath. While H.R is laughing his ass off, you decide that playing this game wasn't such a good idea after all. "Okay games over, it's a tie, now I'm going home." You get up and head for the elevator. As you enter, H.R comes jogging in with you. "Wait Y/N, I wanna help." You look at him with confusion. "Help with what?"

"Help you learn how to ride a bike!" You're not sure if he's being genuine or if he's doing this for his own amusement. "I don't know.." Last time you were learning how to ride a bike was with your cousin. He would get frustrated with you so easily that you didn't learn anything. This was around 6 years ago and you haven't tried since.

"Oh come onnn, let this be my way of apologizing for laughing at you." H.R begs. You sigh and finally agree to his offer. You both exit the lab and walk over to where H.R's bike is located. "I had no idea you rode a bike here."

"I ride my bike everywhere! It's way cheaper than a car. Why would i buy a car on this Earth??" He laughs at his own remark and hands you his helmet. You take it, put it on, and sit on his bike. "The seat is too high H.R" He comes closer to you and squats down, "Can you get off the bike please?" he chuckles. "Right, sorry." You're moving your leg to the opposite side of the bike, but you didn't lift high enough so as your leg comes down, the bike does too. "Oh snap" H.R curses, "Y/N are you okay?"

Embarrassed you quickly get from underneath the bike and stand up. "Y-Yes I'm alright." H.R looks at you worried, as he picks up the bike from the floor and fixes the seat. "I won't let that happen again, i promise, you won't get hurt on this bike."

You slightly smile, from his voice you can tell he really means that. You hop back on the bike and put one foot on the petal. After putting your hands on the handle bars, you look at the man you are starting to catch feelings for. He smiles his classic H.R smile and gives you 2 thumbs up. "You got this! I'm going to be right next to you the whole time!"

"I trust you." You take a deep breath and put your other foot on the pedal. H.R puts one of his hands on the bottom of the seat and you take off. At first you loose control with the handle bars but you eventually make it to the other side of the parking lot. "Hey! You did great!" H.R says proudly. You get off the bike and drink out of your water bottle. "Thanks H.R, i guess it wasn't too bad."

"Not bad at all, and once you become a pro you'll be having so much fun! We can even go on bike rides together, how does that sound?" You loved that idea, but of course you couldn't say that. You and H.R are just friends. Good friends. "I'd like that" you smile. "Great! Then lets get you back on that bike, this time i'll let go half way." You nod and get back onto his lime green bike.

H.R does the same thing he did before, only letting go when you were halfway to the other side. You can no longer feel his hands on the bottom of the bike seat or on your back. You slightly begin to panic, "H.R?! H.R are you still there?" you ask, still making sure you're facing forward. "Yes, i'm still here, keep going you're doing great! Peddle!" You take his advice and start peddling more which makes you go a bit faster. You loose control of the handle bar a little bit. H.R notices and puts his hands back to where they were. "You're okay, almost there." You gain control again and he lets go. You make it to the end without anymore of his help.

"God this is tiring." you breathe out, putting your feet on the floor. He giggles and rubs your back, "I know it is, but you're doing perfect." You blush at his words of engorgement. Everything he is saying makes you wanna learn how to ride a bike more and more,, and make him proud. "You think you can do it on your own now?"

"I'll try." You get back onto the bike and start again. H.R is jogging right next to you, so he is there if you need him. "You're doing it!" he cheers. You look down at your feet, then back up, "I am doing it!" H.R and you are both smiling as you approach the end. "That felt... amazing" you say with relief. "I'm so proud of you Y/N!" Right after you get off the bike he tightly hugs you. "Thank you, i wouldn't be able to do this withou-"

The danger alert on your phone squawks. You and H.R unhand each other and take out your phones to see that there is danger at Mercury Labs. "Well, i guess we have to cut practice short." you sigh. "Guess so." The two of you rush back into Star Labs. As you're waiting in the elevator you speak, "I really appreciate you for helping me today."

"I'd do anything for you, plus i can't have you living your life not knowing how to ride a bike." You nod, hiding your blush-filled face. He pulls you towards him so that your face is in his chest. "H-H.R?" you question. "I love you, Y/N/N Y/L/N."

[lordabovehelpme]

hiii! I was wondering if u could write something from the same “universe” as Lazy Days bc it’s my favorite fic of yours!!! Maybe they go on a picnic or something? I have no clue but it’s one of my all time favorites! If you can’t I understand💖 have a wonderful day Lordy!💕

A Day at the Lake- Din Djarin x Reader

@jedi-jesi coming in clutch with another amazing moodboard. Like how does she make them so perfect?!?

A/n: Awww hello! I am so happy you enjoyed Lazy day so much becuase I had a blast writing it. You guys are just fueling my baby fever. I hope you have an amazing day too! I hope you like this one! 

This is a continuation of my fic, Lazy day, which can be found here. :)

Warnings: Children, pregnancy.

Masterlist

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“Arms up.” Your daughter flings her arms up above her head and waits patiently for you to take her dress off. She giggles and squeals when you tickle her exposed tummy.

“Mommy, stop it.” Laughing yourself, you fold her dress and stuff it into the backpack.

“Alright, go join your brother. But be careful and do not go any further than your waist. Make sure you stay next to him.” She gives you a thumbs up and runs off to the shore of the lake. Biting your lip, you watch as the two children splash each other in the warm water.

“They’ll be fine. Stop worrying, remember how I taught them how to swim and float?” Your husband grabs your hips and brings you into his chest.

You sigh and lean into him, eyes never leaving your two bundles of joy. “I can’t help it. They’re my babies.”

“Mmm I know cyar’ika. Here, come sit down with me and Grogu.”

At the sound of his name, the child lifts his head and smiles. His arms lift up towards you and he coos, wanting you to snuggle him. Letting out a shaky breath you give one last glance at your son and daughter and walk over to the blanket.

It’s a wonderful day for swimming and your children begged you and Din to let them go to the lake. The sun shines bright in the sky and the bugs chirp in delight. Blades of grass twirl in the slight breeze and flowers brighten the small meadow.

You rest your back against your husband's chest and place the child in between your legs. One large palm trails away from your hips to rest on your swollen stomach.

He was so happy when you informed him for the third time that he is going to be a father. Although, you’re not quite sure why he was so shocked, because he had you in his bed for a whole weekend.

His helmet rests on your shoulder as he peers at his kids, hand moving and searching for his newest. As if on cue, a foot is pushed up against your stomach.

“Cyar’ika! Did you feel that?” He sounds so happy and pure, as if this was your first pregnancy. His fingers try and grab the foot, however your unborn child seems smarter than him. The child kicks another portion of your stomach, almost taunting your over excited husband.

“Din, love, you seem to have forgotten that the little beast is in my stomach.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as they both prod at your skin. “Hmm, he’s a warrior.” The child will kick a spot and just before Din can grab it they’ll kick another spot.

“He?” Amusement leaks from your voice from his assumption. “What makes you so sure?”

“I just have a feeling.”

Before you can say anything else a small wet body launches onto your husbands back, flinging water droplets onto you. “Daddy come play!”

Tiny hands slap all over his helmet while your daughter runs into your arms. “Oh no no no, you’re wet!” But before you can stop her, she plasters her tiny body against your own, soaking your shirt.

The mandalorian bursts out in laughter and throws his son over his shoulder. “Be right back cyare.” Standing up from behind you, he jogs towards the lake. Loud laughs come from your son as he pounds on his fathers back, his legs kicking up in the air.

“Daddy! Don’t hurt him!” Your daughter launches from your arms and bounds after them.

Din grunts as he throws his son over his shoulder and into the flowing water. “Come here you little princess.” Grabbing your daughter under her armpits he tosses her in right after.

A loud battle cry comes from both your children as they try and bring your husband down and into the water. Grogu’s ears perk up as he watches and he squeals in delight. Soon enough, the great man falls and creates a large splash that all three kids gleam at.

The child looks up at you and points at your three goofballs. “Hmm wanna go join them?” He nods and flashes you a toothy smile. “Alright.” Sighing, you wobble your way up onto your feet. It’s always a struggle picking the child up, adding your round belly does nothing to help.

Finally, when he is secure in your arms, you walk over to the shore. The children are taking turns jumping off of your husbands shoulders into the deep water. All four of them are laughing about as hard as they can.

“Mommy, look how far I go!” Your son eggs you to look at him while he stands on the beskar. “Mommy! Mommy!”

“I see you. Go ahead, show me.” At your confirmation, he takes a giant leap and plummets into the water. When he emerges you greet him with loud claps and many words of affirmation.

“Mommy, watch me! I can jump too!” Your daughter, ever the competitor, tries to get your attention. When she sees you watching her, she grabs your husband's outstretched hand and flings herself off his shoulders.

“Wow, both of you are so good! Who knew I had such little fighters?”

They gleam under your praise and run over to envelope you in a hug.

“Wait for me.” Wadding over to you, your husband's large arms wrap around your entire family. You’ve given up on staying dry at this point, the sun will warm you anyway.

***

“You sure wore them out.” Your hushed voice flows to him as you look at both children asleep in each of his arms. His armor is off, including his helmet, so you don’t miss the way his eyes soften at you. Grogu has already been placed in his hammock above the kids bunks.

A soft chuckle falls from his lips as you sit down beside him. “They had fun.” Leaning over you press a kiss to your daughter, her only acknowledgement is the way she snuggles in further to his embrace. “Let me go put them down.” Nodding, you press another kiss to your son.

His eyes open slightly, “Night mommy.”

Your heart swells with love and you brush his hair away from his face. “Goodnight my love.” You watch as your husband carries your children away to their beds.

When he emerges back from the ladder without children in his arms you let out a content sigh and smile at him. He smiles back and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Hey handsome.”

He hums at you and sits down in the pilot seat, spreading his legs in an inviting way. “Come here mesh’la.”

Standing up, you situate yourself atop his thighs. Your hands cup his cheeks and rub at the scratchy stubble. Pressing his face, you squish his cheeks together making his lips pucker up. A loud giggle breaks from your mouth and you throw your head back in laughter.

He moves his lips like a fish and you only laugh harder. Deciding his mouth looks too tempting to leave alone anymore, you press a kiss to him. He hums in approval and tries as hard as he can to move his lips against your own.

Smiling against him you finally give him mercy and release his cheeks. “I love you.”

You feel his mouth twitch up into a grin and he rests his forehead against your own as you both catch your breath. “Love you too cyare.”

The two of you stare at each other for a while, just getting lost in each other's eyes. His hands trail over your body, memorising your skin. Your own lace into his soft curls and scratch at his scalp.

“I need to cut your hair soon, it's starting to peak out from your helmet.”

Totally disregarding your comment, he looks down at your stomach. “I’m sure he’s a boy.”

Laughter bubbles up from you and you look down at his hands that rub over your belly. “But if they’re a boy then it’ll be four against two.”

“Guess we’ll have to make another then.”

“Din!” You slap his arm at how matter-of-fact he sounded. His eyes wrinkle with how wide he is grinning. Shaking your head you kiss him again, a smile working itself onto your own features.

He leans back and wiggles his eyebrows at you. Giggling you tuck your head into the crevice between his chin and his shoulder. His hands rub at your lower back, trying to ease your pain.

“I love you, you oversized tin can.”

His chest rumbles in laughter and you feel him press a kiss to your head. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyare.”

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Hiya 👋 hineybakedthatch sent me and I see why! You’re so talented! For your winter event can I request Naughty list prompt for kid, killer and corazon please 😈 NSFW if possible please!!!!

Holiday Prompt #17 - NSFW With Kid, Killer + Corazon

A/N : Thanks for requesting! And thank you! 🥰 🥺 Amaya is super sweet and I really didn’t expect a shoutout. I’m super proud of her and I couldn’t be happier for her blog, especially reaching almost 600 so quickly in such a short time. 😚🤍

Note : I wanna put the damn pictures together, not separately, but if I don’t do it separately, then the text is all fucked up .-. And I don’t wanna make them separate like so above ^ or by putting them before each character’s names.

I really hope this was what you expected and I apologize if it’s not. Feel free to reach out to me if you’d like something more detailed for each of these characters in anothe post!

Warning : NSFW AHEAD!

H.P. #17 : Naughty List

Summary : some short nsfw scenarios with these boys and their significant others, with a naughty list prompt.

Kid

For sure, Eustass Kid is on the naughty list, you literally can’t change my mind.

“If I said sorry, will you please.. please let me cum?”

Panting heavily, you attempt to plead the red-head towering over you once more, leg over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his waist.

Snicker escaping his lips at your pleas, Kid tightened his grip onto your thighs and continued to pound into you roughly, hearing the bed creaking with every thrust.

“I don’t think I will. Beg all you want.” He smirks dangerously as he leans down towards you. “If you dare to cum, I’ll make sure you won’t walk for weeks.”

Hearing his words brought excitement through you, at the thought of feeling sore for days. The thought quickly went away when Kid decided to pull out just as were reaching your climax.

“You’ve been acting naughty, haven’t you, [Name]?” He hums, waiting for your reaction as he rubbed his tip at your entrance a bit, teasing you further.

Breathing a huff, you clutch the bedsheets tightly in your fingers, a fistful of it clumping in your hands as you scoff.

“Y-Yeah, I’m the naughty one...” you mutter out, making Kid tilt his head at you with a sly grin.

“What was that?” Before you could react, a loud slap was heard throughout the room, you yelping out at the stinging impact of his hand that was left on your ass.

Kid spanks you a few times more on your other cheek, forcing another cry out from your voice, before a soft mewl left your lips. “Ah~, Kid, you ass-“

“You think you’re being funny?” He interrupts you, pulling away and roughly turning you so you were on all fours, pulling your waist towards himself and lined his member up at your entrance.

“Teasing me like that, in front of others no less. I should punish you.” Kid grins as he instantly thrusted deep inside your entrance without warning, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Was I now?.. I didn’t notice.” Burying your head into the mattress, your turn to face him and gave a daring smirk towards Kid, deviousness and playfulness glinting in your eyes. Feigned innocence was heard in your tone.

Kid’s smirk drops into a firm line, unamused at your words as he reaches his hand up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tossing your head back and making you arch your back.

He leans down towards your ear and huskily spoke into it, danger running through your mind at his tone.

“You’re quite the naughty type. And you know what I do to naughty brats like you?... I tame them.”

-

Killer

Killer wouldn’t be on the naughty list, he’s not Kid.

“So what’s on your Christmas list, [Name]?”

You grin cheekily towards the first mate of the Kid Pirates and shrug playfully. “Who knows?” You hum, turning back to what you were doing, sitting on the ground with hands in your lap.

Killer tilts his head as he gets up from your shared bed and goes over towards you on the ground. “And what’s my babygirl doing on the ground over here Anyways?”

Feeling his arms wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his lap, you curl and melt into his touch and hum.

“Finishing something up~” you giggle, hiding your item away from his eyes but only failed as Killer peered over your shoulder with ease.

He hums at the sight of the paper before chuckling a bit. “Christmas list.. oh.” The listed items seemed to have piqued his interest a bit, and luckily, his helmet was on so it covered his slightly pink tinted cheeks.

“You want toys.. rope.. uh.. I-I don’t even think there’s anywhere that has this—..” you only laugh at his reaction and turn to face him.

“Don’t worry about that~ I have something similar that can work just fine, or, maybe Kid can make it for me.” You grin mischievously, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

“Besides.. if you’re gone with Kid all the time, I’ll be all alone on the ship with nothing to keep me company or pleasure me any time I want.” You playfully pout, looking up at him with doe eyes as you slowly began to grind against his crotch.

“So ask Kid to make this for me, pretty please?~ it’s just for my own pleasure, it won’t hurt to have around. Especially...”

You trail off and guided yourself towards his ear and hushed out quietly. “..if you want to entertain yourself with a show..”

Killer visibly gulped as he withheld a groan as tightened his grip on your waistline, keeping you in place so you stopped moving.

“You wanna do this right now? Anyone could walk in at any moment, and see just exactly the kind of person you are..” he mutters out from beneath his mask, breathy sighs releasing from his throat.

You could feel a bulge forming beneath you from your previous grinding and smile smugly. “Oh? And if I want them to see me? To see you, fucking me right in the middle of the room as I scream your name at the top of my lungs, with you fucking me into oblivion?”

Killer felt the tightening of his pants and internally groaned in pleasure at your words as he licked his lips and lifted you up.

He stood up and brought you towards the bed and laid you down, crawling over you as he caged you below him. “Quite the vulgar tongue.. how naughty.”

He then lowers himself to your ear and smirks under his helmet, reaching up to take it off.

“And I’m sure you’ve heard the saying. Naughty girls get punished.”

-

Corazon

You can argue, but Rosinante is on the naughty list, no doubt.

Straddling his hips, you feel the blonde’s hands raising and gliding up your thighs towards your waist, to grip it as you continued to move slow purposely on top of him.

“[Name]-san..” he mutters out with a grunt following afterwards, trying to shift under you to get more pleasure going for him.

“Come on, Rosi~ You can be patient, right?” You tease lightly, bringing your hands over his and dragging it away from your skin, pinning it against the grassy ground.

You grinded your hips against his and bounced on top of him even slower, bringing your hands to his chest to support yourself.

“But.. [Name]-san..” Rosinante grunts out more, pulling back his hands to grab your figure and you only tsked. “I’m disappointed, Rosi.” You hum, leaning down towards his face.

This time you stopped moving, preventing pleasure to the both of you but you didn’t care. You gave an amused smile towards his disgruntled expression as he kept shifting beneath you.

Quickly growing impatient and eager for some pleasure, Rosinante quickly flipped you both, so you were now on your back and him hovering over you.

The action was so quick, it caught you by surprise as a small yelp escaped your lips, along with a giggle.

Rosinante grins down at you now, connecting his lips with yours as he repositioned himself in your entrance and slid in with ease, going in the farthest he could.

“Mmh, someone’s impatient.” You muse in between the kiss, moving your arms up around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Rosinante didn’t say anything as he immediately began thrusting into you, his member hitting deep into your core, in all the right spots.

Loud moans began pouring out from your mouth and you could only hope that Rosinante had his silencing powers on around you.

“You had me waiting for you for a while.. when I needed you..” he mutters, thrusting as deep as he could, watching your form moving in sync with his thrusts and your breasts bouncing with each thrust he gave.

A breathy groan was heard from him as you brought your fingers towards his blonde hair and gripped it, tugging on it slightly.

“I thought you could handle it, but it seems as if I was wrong..” you giggle teasingly before feeling him pick up his pace, making you close your mouth and bite your lip.

“Oh god, Rosi.. I-“

“Yeah. I know. Do you want me to-“

“No, stay in.. I want you to cum inside.. and just fuck me senseless, please..” You breathed out, losing all confidence and playfulness you held before, just wanting to cum with him.

Rosinante heard you, widening his eyes slightly before a big grin began forming on his lips as he pecked yours and chuckles lightly. “I see.. how naughty.”

He then began shifting the both of you around so he was in a better position to continue as he leans to your ear.

“You’re just asking to be on the naughty list this year, aren’t you?”

-

a/n : Heyy, hope you enjoyed these really short scenarios, I’m sorry they weren’t too long, but it’s three characters, it’s nsfw, andddddddddddddd I have other requests.. I’m sorry! 😣 ;-;

And I’m so sorry this took so long!

Also, I fucking love Kid but He. is. So. Hard. To. Write. For.

Also, I literally don’t know Killer, he’s alright with me though so I REALLY hope he wasn’t too OOC and I gave his character justice. ;-;

I might have to take away nsfw for the meantime too, or maybe make it so I only do suggestive themes instead. I’m not sure. PLUS I’m assuming I’m not too good at nsfw.

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❛ HOTEL ROOM? ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Warnings: nsfw, brief smut described.

Word count: about 1.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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It was a long day at the hospital and you didn't want to party. But it was EZ night, after being fully patched, and he begged you to go. Even if you know all the Mayans and have a good relationship with them, you feel totally out of place when your friend disappears. He said it was only for some minutes, but one hour has already passed and your drink is almost emptied. You could go home, but the problem is that your housemate asked you to have the house for her own tonight. Another Tinder date. So now, you're freezing because EZ kept your hoodie, sitting on the porch and not knowing where you are going to sleep tonight. Your last option? Search for a hotel room.

Heavily sighing you grab your phone from a pocket of your shorts, curling your body over the couch looking for some warmth. Typing over the screen, you wait for the results. Thirty dollars per night. EZ and Melissa are going to pay for that. Taking off your wallet from your bag, you hold your credit card to hire one room. At least, you will enjoy a good breakfast tomorrow. You don't notice Angel's presence until he asks you what you are doing. Turning your face towards him, you find the oldest Reyes with an arm on one of Vicki's girls shoulders. Mumbling nonsense words, you end up shrugging. If you tell him about your new adventure, he will scold you for not asking him first. But you're weak, and if you stay alone with him, you're going to screw up things between you two.

Before you can't stop him, Angel has grabbed your phone, leaving the girl in the background visibly annoyed. Licking your lips, he looks at you frowning. That look is also enough for the other woman to abandon the porch. Keeping your phone in his back pocket, he takes off his kutte holding it between his legs to offer you his hoodie. Puckering your lips ashamed, you take it to wear it. His smells almost dizzies you, closing the zip over your abdomen and your chest. The warmth of his body concentrated on the fabric comforts you more than anything, holding this time the hand in front of your eyes.

“C'mon, I will take you to my house”.

“You don't have to, Angel”. You whisper, even if you're really desiring it. “You can stay with that girl, and I can g—”.

“Nah”. He clicks his tongue, tangling your fingers with his. “I'm not gonna let you alone, as my shitty brother did”.

He's smirking at you, proud of saving the damsel in distress. Guiding you to his motorbike, he makes you wear on the helmet, assuring that it's tight grip under your chin. Putting away a lock of hair, sticking out by a side, he softly slaps the top of the helmet.

“Let's go, mami”.

The ride is shorter than you thought, clinged to his waist until the bike stops close to the building. Helping you to jump out of it, you follow Angel through the yard to the inside, going upstairs. You have been a lot of times in his house, but this time is different, because it's the first one you're alone. Standing up in the middle of the living room, the man goes to his room to come back a minute later carrying a shirt and a pair of short sweatpants.

“You can wear it, it will be more comfortable to sleep”.

“Thank you”. Whispering with a fleeting smile drawn on your lips, you hold it. “I can… sleep on the sofa”.

“Nah, bed is yours”. Shaking his head, he takes off his kutte to hang it on a chair.

That's not a good idea for you, covered by his smell and dying inside in the meantime. But you just nod, before leaving him to change your clothes. Once that you're ready, tying up your hair, you step out of his room with your new pajamas.

“Wanna beer?”

“Yeah, sure”.

“So, it's supposed that you were staying with EZ?” He asks then, opening the fridge to grab the drinks and sit with you on the sofa.

“It was supposed”. Giggling, you hold your beer to have a sip.

“A toast for my shitty lil brother boiling you”.

“Wow, that's rude!” You laugh, colliding slightly your bottle with his.

“Nah, enjoy our night. It's the first time we're alone, didn't know you?”

“Yes, I know”.

“Why? I mean, we were friends in our childhood. It's not like… you don't know me”. He sounds a little offended and confused.

“Ah… I don't know”. Putting away your gaze, you focus the moves of your fingers on the beer, shrugging somewhat nervous.

Yes, you know it. But you're not going to tell him.

“I always thought you were in love with me”. He laughs loud, shaking his head.

Your heart is jumping inside your chest, about to fly out and leave the earth's atmosphere. But when he finds you not laughing back, he almost chokes on his beer. With an incredulous gesture, he cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, licking his bottom lip. You're fucked. You just want to run away. From his house. From Santo Padre. From California. Maybe, from the United States. But he grabs your left wrist when you're about to get up.

“Are you…?” He mumbles surprised.

“Angel, I do—”.

“I thought you were just mad at me for something”. Now, the tone of his laugh turns to a happy one, confusing you. “Damn! I thought that maybe I did one of those comments that bothers you, and you just simply… kicked me out”.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to… make you feel like that”.

“So, are you actually in love with me?” Angel is still sounding surprised, putting both drinks away over the coffee table.

His ringed fingers grab your forearms making you kneel on the sofa, a little bit closer from his position. You can't barely breathe when he urges you to lie over his body, embracing you tightly as he places his whole anatomy on the sofa. Your pulse is about to stop, after speeding up too much.

“Do you wanna know a secret?”

“No…” You sob between laughs, covering your face with both hands.

He laughs louder, making his chest vibrate under yours. Turning both bodies on a side, he grabs again your wrist to discover your face. Your cheeks are burning. He's too close. Your back is stuck against the sofa and you two barely fit on it, but Angel looks comfy just like that.

“You were my crush on highschool”. He confesses chuckling, putting an arm under your neck.

“No, it's not true”.

“Yeah, it is. But I thought you and EZ were dating”.

“You think too much”. You mock him.

He nods with pursed lips.

“And didn't help at all”. Angel adds then, starting to caress your hair with soft gestures of his fingertips. Having a light deep breath, he places his head on the cushion. “So… what about you dating me?”

You have never heard him so nervous, always being so secure of himself around girls. And you can't even believe what he is asking you. Now, you're the one who feels secure, and he is the one dying inside.

“I've never had a girlfriend and I don't know what to do, but I'm sure about how many times I have to feed you and how many times I have to take you for a walk”.

“Angel, I'm not a dog!” Palming his chest, you almost roll on your back.

“You sure?” He jokes then, trying to hide the fact that you haven't answered his question yet and he's losing his calm.

“We can figure it out”. You finally say, nodding for a second.

He's smiling like a fool, using the hand on the back of your head to push you some inches closer, until your lips touch his. A soft kiss happening in the meantime that your fingers get intertwined on his shirt, and his free hand flies to your cheek. Your mouths molding perfectly, tasting the bitter mix of beer and your salivas. The pace of your heart feeling calmed, almost touching your noses when he tucks his tongue between your lips. Caressing it, you can't help but fit your body with his when his right arm surrounds tightly your waist. You don't know how many times you have dreamt with that kiss, but probably exactly as he has done.

Running out of air, Angel draws a path of wet kisses down to your jaw, sinking his face into the gap of your neck. His dense beard makes you some tickles, as his teeth getting dragged over your skin give you some soft shivers. You can't help but keep your eyes closed, biting your bottom lip while your fingers tighten the grip in his shirt. One of his hands, placed now on your ass, roams the back of your thigh to urge you to raise up your leg over his, settling himself almost under your body.

“Do you still want to sleep alone?” He whispers against your skin, bristling it with his warm breath.

“No”. You gasp unconsciously as soon as he starts to rock his hips with slow moves.

The hardness under his jeans is perfectly seated against your center, enjoying the friction his anatomy does to yours.

“Who you wanna sleep with, baby?” He asks, clearly teasing you, knowing how much he wants to hear it.

“I wanna sleep with my boyfriend”. You can feel the smile on his lips growing up, because his mouth is still pressed on your neck.

Sticking out his face from his hiding place, Angel kisses you again, turning you on your back. With him lying over you, his pelvis can go somewhat deeper into your legs, finally making you moan just with a simple move. The clothes are hindering you more than anything, but seems like he loves to play with you. And you're no one to ask him to stop, aren't you?

“Does mi preciosa novia want to be fucked by his amazing boyfriend?” His ringed fingers are nailed on your sides, securing you against the sofa, to thrust his hard rock to your needed pussy already wet for him.

“Yes, please…”

“Do you like how it sounds, ah?”

You just nod, feeling his right hand traveling down the fabric of the shirt, finding the waistband of the sweatpants. He doesn't lose time on sliding it under your clothes, grunting because of the heat flooding from your core. But he just caress your folds, impregnating his digits with your juices to bring it to his mouth. Barely gulping, you watch him sucking his own fingers and his eyes getting darker.

“You taste so fucking good, mi reina”. He gasps onto your lips.

And you don't need to be asked to. Gripping his wrist, you take his fingers into your mouth. Your lips closing around it and your head bowing up and down slowly. His orbs are glued on yours, as your tongue tastes his skin. Angel bites his bottom lip using his incisors, seeing how his Adam's apple moves in his throat by gulping his own saliva.

“Fuck my life…” He babbles, enraptured by the way your lips suck his fingers.

“Fuck me, Angel”. You correct him, looking now for his mouth.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Body

Prompt: How do you imagine child Purple reacting the first time they see what Black actually looks like? I just finished Imposter Syndrome and You're Safe Now (I love them!!!) and tiny wholesome Purple is my new favourite person!

I also love me a pure smol 

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: some implied/referenced child abuse but nothing specific and nothing graphic, mild body horror a la canon but it’s just when the impostor’s shifting

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 1978

Black is an Impostor. The ship they've hijacked, the Skeld, comes with an...interesting member. A child, not known by the rest of the human crew, that's now just...here. And yes, children are children and Black will protect them, but they're human. Humans don't like Impostors.

...right?

“Black?”

 Black looks up from the console. Purple is in the co-pilot’s chair, fiddling with a ball they must’ve taken off the drive shaft control. They roll their eyes fondly as Purple rubs their thumbs over the grooves in the ball.

 “Yeah?”

 “You said you could shape-shift, right?”

 Black nods. They shake their head a couple of times as they shift into the human face, smiling at how Purple giggles. Apparently, they look like a dog whenever they do that.

 “Can you…” Purple fiddles with the ball. “What do you actually look like?”

 Black blinks. Purple hasn’t been shy about asking questions, that’s true, but they’ve mostly been asking about the ship.

 ‘What does this button do?’

 ‘Can I help with the wires?’

 ‘Why are there levers over here?’

 ‘How do the engines make us go?’

 That sort of thing. But not about Black.

 Black makes sure the ship’s course is correct and turns to face them. They look up, letting the ball drop to rest in their lap.

 “I look…different,” they try, “I don’t have arms and legs like you, I don’t have a face like this.”

 “So you’re…you’re like a…blob?”

 “Yeah, kind of.” Black shakes their head. “It’s not really—I don’t think there’s an animal that looks like me where you come from.”

 “I watched a documentary once,” Purple mumbles, raising the ball to their mouth, “had these weird blob things in it that liked to eat stuff.”

 “Don’t, I don’t think it’ll taste very good.” Black raises their hand to Purple’s, covering it gently. “What did they look like?”

 “They were really weird, kinda grey and twitchy.” Purple furrows their brow, shakes their head. “They were called am—amb—ambas?”

 “Amoebas?”

 “Yeah, that’s right, amoebas.”

 Black chuckles. “Well, those are very small. I’m much bigger.”

 “So you’re not an amoeba?”

 “No.”

 Purple squints up at them, raising their chubby little hand to Black’s human cheek. They pat it a couple of times.

 “Soft.”

 “Soft?”

 “Yeah. Your—your face is really soft. And pretty. I like it.” Purple’s eyes widen. “Why’s it getting warmer?”

 If this is how I die, I am completely fine with it.

 “I’m blushing,” Black mutters, valiantly ignoring the heat rushing to their face—damned human biology— “that’s it.”

 “Does it hurt?”

 “Does blushing hurt?” They shake their head. “No, I’m alright.”

 “Good. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

 “I don’t think you could if you tried,” Black says as gently as possible, “but thank you, Purple.”

 Purple nods, still running their hand over Black’s face. “But this isn’t your face, it’s your disguise.”

 Black nods. “One of them.”

 “One of them?”

 Black takes their wrist gently and pulls their hand away, letting the helmet reform. “This is another one.”

 Purple’s hand twitches in theirs. “Your voice sounds weird.”

 “Weird?”

 They start trying to tug their hand away. Black lets them go. They start rubbing the ball again. “Like the others.”

 Something cold rips the helmet off and Black smiles. “Better?”

 Purple nods but they don’t make eye contact. “Don’t like the helmets. They make it hard to breathe.”

 Hard to…breathe?

 “Always had to be quiet.”

 Quiet?

 “Are you sure the other crew isn’t coming back?”

 “Yes, Purple,” Black promises, “they’re gone now. It’s just you and me. It’s alright, baby, you’re safe now.”

 Adoration and concern chase each other in circles around Black’s chest as Purple nods to themselves, clutching the ball to their chest. After a moment, they look up and shyly hold their hand out.

 “You wanna come here, baby?” Purple nods and Black opens their arms. “Come here, then, baby, I gotcha.”

 Purple slides off the co-pilot seat and clambers into Black’s lap, still holding the ball to their chest. Black softens the coarse fabric of the suit and wraps an arm around Purple’s waist. Their head comes to rest against Black’s shoulder, their hair rustling against their chin.

 Black’s maw purrs.

 Purple mumbles happily, snuggling closer. “The rumble is back.”

 “The rumble?”

 Purple pats Black’s tummy. “This. Rumble. Means you’re happy, right?”

 “…yes, Purple, it means I’m happy.”

 “What is it? Do you purr? I saw something that says cats purr, are you a cat?” Purple squints up at them, doing a wonderful impression of a scientist examining their hypothesis. “No, if you were a cat it would be higher.”

 Their hands reach up toward Black’s neck and Black leans away, cupping their hand in theirs.

 “Ask, baby,” they remind gently, “you’ll surprise me if I don’t know what’s happening.”

 “Can I feel?”

 “What do you want to feel?”

 “Your neck. If you’re a cat you purr from your neck.”

 “I thought you just said it comes from my tummy.”

 Purple sticks their lip out, thinking. “So you’re not a cat.”

 “No, I’m not a cat.”

 Their fingers curl around Black’s, bringing their hand close and clutching it under their chin like a comfort teddy. Black twists their wrist slightly to stroke their cheek with the pad of their thumb.

 “So what is it?”

 Black sighs. “It’s my maw.”

 “What’s a maw?”

 “It’s like a mouth.”

 “You have a mouth in your tummy?”

 “…this isn’t my real shape, remember,” Black says quietly, “it’s…it’s part of the disguise that doesn’t work completely.”

 “Why not?”

 Black thinks for a moment. How to explain…

 “If you put a mask on,” they decide finally, “or when you put clothes on, your body is still underneath, right?”

 Purple nods. They raise their hand to pat their own tummy. Black covers their hand gently.

 “Looking like this is like I’m wearing something on top of my body. There are going to be parts that aren’t completely hidden.”

 “So your maw is just covered up?”

 “Yes.”

 “Can you breathe?”

 Black blinks in surprise. “Can I…breathe?”

 Purple nods, suddenly scrambling at the suit over their tummy. “I don’t—if your mouth is covered it’s hard to breathe, can you—“

 “Whoa, whoa, baby,” Black soothes, catching their hands and holding them still, “easy, I can breathe, slow down, baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

 “But your mouth is covered!”

 “Shh, shh, take a deep breath, baby, breathe with me.” Black takes a loud, slow breath through their human mouth. “See? I’m breathing, let’s take some breaths.”

 They place Purple’s hands on their tummy so they can feel it expand and contract. The poor thing’s hands are trembling as they take shaky breaths.

 “There you go, baby, just like that.” Black takes another slow breath. “See? I can breathe, it’s okay.”

 “B-but—“ Purple looks up at them and Black lets out a sound of dismay at the tears on their cheeks— “you—it’s covered.”

 “Do you want me to show you that it’s okay? Okay,” Black soothes as Purple nods frantically, “okay, baby, take one more deep breath for me and I’ll show you.”

 Purple takes a breath as Black moves their hands a little further away from the maw. They relax and let the suit slip enough to fall open.

 Purple gasps as the maw opens, rows and rows of teeth and a long tongue that lolls slightly out. Black rumbles contentedly, shifting Purple’s weight in their lap as the maw purrs.

 “Whoa!”

 “That’s it, baby, see? I can breathe, it’s not a problem.” They rub their thumb across Purple’s cheek. “It’s right there, it’s okay.”

 “You have so many teeth,” Purple mumbles, “can I—is it okay?”

 Well, it’s the first time Black’s had someone willingly put their hand in their maw.

 “Be careful, baby, they’re sharp.”

 “You look like a shark! So many!”

 “A shark?”

 “It’s a big fish. Lives in the water, eats a lot of things.” Purple’s hand carefully traces one of Black’s teeth, the maw still purring. “But they don’t purr.”

 Black chuckles. “No, I would guess not.”

 “Is this what you really look like? You have a m-maw?”

 “Maw, that’s right.”

 “A maw and no arms or legs?”

 “…sort of.”

 “Will you show me the rest of it?” Purple stares up at them. “Please?”

 “You don’t have to beg, baby,” Black says, because how can anyone say no to that face, “I’ll show you. I just don’t want to scare you.”

 “Scare me?”

 “I don’t look like a human, baby,” they say softly, “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

 Purple is quiet for a moment. Then they twist their hands through Black’s and clutch tight.

 “Humans are the scary ones,” they say in a voice that sounds far too old for them, “you’re not.”

 Well.

 “Okay, then,” Black says, carefully lifting them up and settling them back on the co-pilot’s seat, “just stay there for a moment, baby.”

 “Okay.”

 Black steps back and rolls their shoulders. Okay. Okay. They’re gonna do this. They’re gonna willingly show their body to a human. They’re gonna show their body to a human and trust them. Fuck, they’re gonna show their body to a human.

 Something burns in their gut. It’s so old that for a moment they don’t recognize it. It reaches into the tips of their fingers and clenches, locking the fake limbs with a vice grip and it tingles. For a moment, the suit feels heavy.

 Then they grit their teeth and shift.

 Their maw unfurls, still rumbling, as their arms come out properly, churning there on the floor of the bridge. They rear their head up and stretch, letting Purple see them. All of them.

 Purple’s mouth drops open. The ball falls to the floor with a clang.

 “You’re an octopus?”

 Black tilts their head. Purple slides off the chair and takes a step closer. Black draws away, wary of one of their arms accidentally snagging the poor thing or the maw getting too excited, only for Purple to walk all the way up to them and reach out.

 “Can I?”

 A…they…they want to touch Black like this?

 They relax slightly, still swirling about on the floor, as Purple reaches out and carefully runs their hand over one of the arms.

 “You feel cold,” Purple mumbles, “are you cold? Here—“

 And Purple wraps their arms around Black’s middle, not caring about the gaping maw rumbling against their body.

 Oh.

 Oh.

 Purple is so warm.

 Almost unconsciously, Black’s arms start to swirl towards them, making a little nest of arms to cradle Purple to them. They keep a path out in case Purple decides to pull away, but for the most part, it seems Purple is more than happy to curl up, right here, in their arms.

 “You’re not scary,” Purple mumbles, “I like you.”

 The maw purrs, nibbling gently at the borrowed fatigue shirt. Purple giggles. Black rumbles and slowly starts to reform their suit. They keep the human head and nuzzle Purple’s head as they hug them back.

 “Why’d you go back?”

 “There’s no need to look so disappointed,” they laugh, “I just can’t talk to you when I’m like that. Don’t have the right muscles to speak your language.”

 “Oh.” Purple gives them a squeeze anyway. “I like your body. I think it’s cool.”

 Black lets out a rush of breath, warming the top of their head. “I’m…glad.”

 “You looked like an octopus!”

 “What’s an octopus?”

 As Purple begins to explain this creature that—wow, maybe they were wrong, that does sound familiar—they saw in a book once, Black lets their mouth and maw curl up into a smile.

 The ball lies forgotten on the floor of the bridge as Black lets one of their arms out for Purple to clutch under their chin. It becomes their favorite thing to hang onto when the Skeld gets cold.

[underkita-archive]

s.o learning/teaching how to skate

a/n: this was my first work for the fandom but it wouldn’t show up in tags :’) i think i figured out the problem tho~ anyway no proofreading/beta we die like men im srry if this is stupid!!

warnings: some cuss words

summary: s.o learning/teaching how to skate w/ iwaizumi, matsukawa + hanamaki

he notices the bruises and scrapes on your hands and legs and it immediately makes him go !!!

“are you okay do i need to throw someone?”

and you’re just like no?? and explain to him that you’ve been teaching yourself to skate

which still makes him go !!! bc he knows how dangerous it gets n he’s also seen you trip over your own feet (it’s only happened twice he needs to stop bringing it up)

out of concern he states he will be watching your next skate sesh n you just shrug n say ok bc why bother arguing plus it’s more time spent w him

“are you sure you don’t want me to buy you elbow and knee pads?” iwaizumi’s eyes flicker between you and the board under your foot.

“i think i can survive a few more bumps and bruises hajime.” you stick your tongue out at him and start to push forward, away from the skeptical look in your boyfriend’s eyes. you hear him inhale sharply as you take a wide turn and smile as you pass by him, blowing him a kiss. feeling a bit more confident, you take a bit of a sharper turn and feel yourself begin to wobble trying to regain your balance but immediately losing your footing the second one of the wheels hits a pebble. as you fall off the board you brace yourself for the hard impact but feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pulling you against a warm body.

“just what the hell am i supposed to do with you?” he hisses it into your ear and sets you back on your feet, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“continue to love me and catch me?” with a roll of his eyes he presses another kiss to your forehead, “hey how about you try?” he shakes his head, scowl deepening with each plea but you have him wrapped around your little finger so it only takes one more ‘pretty please hajime’ before he agrees. he hops on the board with ease and starts to circle you, grinning as you realize this isn’t his first time.

“okay how come this has never been brought up before you look so hot right now.” he stops in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“yeah?”

“mhm.” before he can reply you pull him in for a soft kiss.

you’ve been skating for nearly a year at this point so you’ve grown quite confident

and mattsun thinks you look so mcfreakin hot when you skate so he insists on being there pretty much every skate sesh

he’ll sit to the side in the shade w your water bottle fawning over you, clapping whenever you land a trick and running over whenever you fall

he begs you to teach him but you’re hesitant bc you don’t want him to fall and injure himself and risk having to sit out any games

but he states that he can get injured anytime during volleyball what’s the difference??

you give up on trying to pick at his flawed logic and finally tell him you’ll let him try riding your board (haha riding)

mattsun is beaming as you walk hand in hand to the empty basketball court at the park by his house. he woke you up at 7 am on a saturday just so you could skate and you can’t help but be endeared at how excited he is and how he looks like an overgrown puppy. it’s rare to see him make such an enthusiastic.

“watch me do a kick flip i bet i can do a kick flip and i’ll look good while doing it.”

“absolutely no kick flips for you headass.” you poke at his side and he laughs pulling you along. you set down your board and tell him to put on his knee pads (that he fought you on bringing but of course you won).

“okay now figure out which foot you’re more comfy with having on the board and the one you wanna push with,” you watch as he tests both feet and laugh as he gives you a thumbs up with his right foot on the board, “god of course you’d push goofy.”

“why does my foot have to be on the front why not the back.” you watch in horror as he places his foot farther back on the board.

“baby that’s called pushing mongo, and i will break up with you if you try to do that okay?” he laughs at you and nods. he starts practicing pushing himself along and you can’t help but hover hands ready to steady him. he gets more comfortable and tries to put both feet on but the motion makes him wobbly and his hands reach out for yours. you intertwine your fingers and help him regain balance.

“wait wait y/n pull me!” you mutter something about him being lazy but the sparkle in his eyes makes you concede. you pull him along on the board giggling together as you move around the basketball court. after going around a few more times he hops off the board and pulls you tightly into his arms.

“you suck at skating.”

“you still love me though.” you nod fondly and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“i’m gonna do it, i’m gonna live life by our national anthem”

“makki????”

“skater boy by avril lavigne”

which is how you two ended up throwing some money away on skateboards and helmets (of course yours are matching)

neither of you have a clue as to what you’re doing so you hunch over makkis phone at lunch watching beginner skate videos ignoring the heckling comments from mattsun and oikawa

and after watching all of one and half vids you two feel like it’s time to give it a try

you watch as makki almost falls for the fourth time since starting your skating practice and this time you’re able to stifle the giggle that builds up in your chest. you make your own attempt at pushing yourself forward on the board, only wobbling slightly.

“hey sweet ass.” makki sings as you scoot by him, you flip him off and grin as he shoots you finger hearts. you both awkwardly roll around trying to stay on your boards longer and longer.

“makki lets race,” he quirks a brow at the challenge, “loser buys dinner.”

“oh baby you are sooo on.” you both make your way to one end of the park.

“okay so whoever makes it to that tree first wins,” you declare, “and no pushing.”

he pouts at the accusation but nods in agreement. you both ready yourselves, foot planted firmly on your board you count to 3, pushing the best you can and desperately trying to keep your balance. you risk a look at makki to see his brows knit together tightly. you’re only slightly in front of him but it’s enough to win. you move to push again when you hit a slight dip that cause you to lose balance and the board to shoot out from under you causing you to fall backwards right into makki. it’s not a pretty fall but your saved from the brunt of the impact by makki who falls backwards while hugging you tightly to him. you scramble out of his grip and straddle his hips as you start to pat at his head.

“oh my god, is your head okay love?” you slip your fingers to the back of his head and feel for any blood, you can feel a slight bump forming causing your heart to sink but you’re relieved at the lack of blood.

“please i’ve not only had oikawa serve to the back of my head but have been bashed by iwa and mattsun’s spikes,” he knocks on the side of his head, “shits solid, and has been empty for years.”

you let out a exasperated laugh at the statement and peck his nose. you help him back and up and the two of you go and retrieve your runaway board.

“cmon my handsome savior, i’ll treat you to ice cream after we go halfsies on dinner.”

[passivenovember]

Cherry Cola Sundays.

Harringrove April, Day Twelve : Soda.

For @cherrydreamer , who inspires me always.

-- 

Dawn should be covered in bubble wrap, just. Head to toe and back up again. Protective layers securing each pigtail and both perpetually skinned knees until they feel comfortable letting her out of the house.

As a precaution, you know, an insurance policy. Billy laughs at him, like, “Kids get hurt sometimes, baby.”

And Steve scowls, because. He doesn’t understand that. 

The way Billy, who was put on his mother’s back in a baby bjorn and rowed out to surf the first wave as soon as he learned to walk, can sit there and fucking. 

Say that.

“Not our kid.” Steve hates the way his voice quivers. Weak and pathetic, like some sort of wet nurse losing control as time goes on. “One skinned knee and they’ll come take her from us, Bill, I cant--”

Billy slides in behind him, kissing up the back of Steve’s neck and petting the hair out of his face, like. He always does when it gets difficult to breathe.

“I won’t let them do that,”

Steve snorts around the sob in his chest. “You’re dying to teach the kid to cut a wave, I see the way your eyes light up when she grips the edge of the coffee table.”

Billy considers it, mouth scrunching up on one side, like, “There aren’t any waves to surf in Hawkins, but if there were--”

“We don’t do that kind of shit in the Midwest.”

“What? Have fun?”

“No.” Steve turns in the circle of Billy’s arms, sighing. “We have fun without wheels attached to our feet. Y’know; hop scotch and jump rope until the appropriate age and then we stop. Move on to other sports like football and cheerleading.”

Billy studies his face. “You’d let Dawn--”

“No. No, I. Wouldn’t.” Steve says gently. But. “I have a feeling we aren’t gonna let that girl do anything, she’ll just--”

“Do it.” Billy agrees. “Yeah.”

So Steve tries not to hover. 

Tries not to hold his breath every time Dawn encounters something new and stressful; slip ‘n slides, bounce castles, hop scotch, t-ball, and eventually. 

The shit Billy’s into. 

Dangerous, exciting, horrifying shit that makes Steve reconsider the whole bubble wrap situation.

Like skating. Dawn strapped to Billy’s chest just like his mother before him, the first time she sees Billy break out the longboard for their trip to the park with Max. 

Steve will never forget the look on her face.

Eyes wide and glassy. Tiny, quivering chin obviously worried that Billy would hurt himself so he asks, “Wanna ride with me, little mama? Keep me safe?”

And Steve makes a noise. 

A concerned, fatherly, responsible noise that’s completely drowned out an vetoed when Billy adds, “Keep each other safe,” and Dawn climbs on the board in front of him, tiny smile turning into thrilled giggles as he maneuvers around cracks in the pavement. 

Steve follows close behind, arms ready to catch precious cargo when Dawn yells, “Go faster Daddy!”

And Steve has to jog to keep up, practically dry heaving as Max skates lazily down the road beside him. 

--

The idea of roller hockey surfaces two weeks before Dawn’s sixth birthday and four days after grandma and grandpa Hop sent a pair of lady bug skates in the mail.

“You know what would be cool,” Billy says distantly, head bent over the newest vase from their fall collection, “Is if we learned roller hockey and had Dawn’s birthday bash at the rink.” He looks up, left cheek covered in paint and a stupid, honey sweet smile on his face, like, “Wouldn’t that be cool, dad?”

Dawn begs. 

And begs, begbegbegs when Billy wipes his hands on Steve’s apron. Hugging him around the neck and suggesting they all get a pair of roller skates and practice in the park together, dressed as different insects, maybe. Dawn as the lady bug, Billy as the butterfly and Steve as the sunflower they land on.

Billy kisses him slow and sweet. “And maybe, if Dawn gets really good, she could try out for real in the fall--”

Steve feels like the bad guy when his answer is no. 

Billy frowns, pulling away. “No to the rink party or no to the--”

No.

Just flat out. Simple. Steve turns into the villain with his parade of:

No, you might get hurt. 

No, you don’t even know how to skate.

No, I’d feel better if you learned to play the flute, baby--

Watching as Billy looks like a kicked puppy dog and Dawn’s cheeks turn bright red. She screams at him for the first time that day. Insists that she’s not a baby, she’s a big girl, and Steve is a big fat poopy-scoopy-butt head. 

Her bedroom door slams shut, walls vibrating as if the Earth were splitting in two. Steve and Dawn's worlds cracking together and apart. 

--

Steve’s answer is still no. 

No. Everyday for the next week and a half, when Billy brings it up in bed that night and Dawn gifts him the last cherry cola.

Steve won’t be bribed. He sticks by his guns, all the solid, sure-fire reasons that come across his lips in the mirror every morning.

No, Bills. She isn’t old enough.

No, Dawn. You’re a big girl but you aren’t ready yet. 

And eventually, when Steve’s husband and daughter join forces like some sort of nightmare dream team:

No. Daddy’s not ready to see you grow up.

--

Max is the determining factor. 

“I play roller derby,” She says. “Let me teach the brat to skate.”

Steve opens his mouth.

Billy beats him to it. “No.” He mimics bitterly. “Steve is 100% against our child having any of the fun we had as kids. Any of the adventure.”

“She can have adventure, Bills.” Steve ignores Max’s eyes on them as the argue over the patio table. “She can do all sorts of fun, normal, decent shit that keeps her safe--”

“Fuck safe. Max. This guy won’t let her do anything.” Billy leans forward with a cigarette pinched between his teeth. Listing things on his fingers. “No skating, no gymnastics, no climbing up big rocks at the park without a helmet--”

Steve scoffs, like, “I just don’t want our kid to have scrambled eggs for brains--”

“Martha and Neil practically set me loose when I was half the size Dawn is, and I turned out fine.” Billy says, tapping his noggin, like.

See. No cracks.

Steve scowls, turning to face his sister in law. “Do you see what I--”

Max is laughing. 

Shoulders bouncing, face buried in hands, laughing at the two of them. Steve opens his mouth to demand, like, what’s so fucking funny when Billy beats him to it. Again. 

“Fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Not me. You guys.”

“Us?” Billy and Steve demand, because. This isn’t a them problem, this is. Like. A world problem. A difference in parenting styles. Something to be expected.

But Max just nods, like, “Yeah. It’s funny because she’s going to do it anyway, I just think it’s better that she knows how to do it properly to avoid getting hurt.”

And Steve.

Thinks maybe Billy paid Max to say that. Thinks they conspired on the phone every night, coming up with the perfect plan. The most fool proof argument that will have Steve sighing. Shaking his head. Scrubbing at his face and saying;

“Alright.”

Billy sits up like someone electrocuted him. “Alright? We win?”

“You win.” Steve admits glumly.

He isn’t ready for the armful of muscle he gets when Billy throws himself into Steve’s lap, smooching his eyelids and throat, like, “I knew you weren’t such a goddamn stick in the mud, Harrington!”

Steve nods stiffy. “Yeah, yeah, but look. I have conditions.”

Billy pulls himself together. 

Steve looks into those sparkling blue eyes and holds out a single, solitary finger. “Any time she gets hurt, you owe me a cherry cola.”

He gets a whole case of them after that just to save time.

[marvel-m-lee]

Squirmy Tony •Part 2- M-Verse•

Warnings: Medications, small mentions of blood, no gore dw x

Fandom: Marvel

●○●This is a Tickle Fic Story●○●

-M-Verse may also include Gore in some chapters-

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Steve sat at the window in the Lab while Tony worked. Slight blush on his face from when Rogers had tickled him to hell but he tried to focus.

Steve was drawing in the little A5 pad Tony had handed him, he watched the stars outside and tried not to worry about the girl whom he had saved hours prior. He began to focus on Tony, watching his every move. Once he had noticed his pattern and his main move, he began sketching the philanthropist.

He looked at the little details, like the way his hair was a littke greasy and messed up, the tiny drops of sweat and the way his eyes focused on his work. Moving his eyes from the paper to his friend seemed comforting, the billionaire may be a genius but he absolutely sucked at comforting, so it was nice that he could be from afar.

Steve drew a little version of Tony, leaning over his desk and focusing on one of the IronMan helmets. After a while Steve placed on the finishing touches and smiled between his friebs and his art.

"You alright there Roger's?" Tony asked, still working on his helmet.

"Much better, thanks Tony" Steve smiled at Stark and then turned back to his drawing to add a few more shading detail. Unknowing to Steve, Tony could and always could see Steve in his visual perversion, so Tony saw the smile and continued to smile back at himself with a smirk.

Stark coughed to cover it up and then stood tall, turning to see his Super Soilder friend.

"So what did you draw in the end?" He asked walking over.

"Hmm? Oh nothing too great. Just some trash" Steve chuckled to himself, soon noticing the playboy walk over to him to get a glimpse of the art.

"So you gonna show me?" Tony asked impatiently, leaning his head to the side. Steve then looked back and forth of his friend and drawing. He shrugged and turned it around, sure Tony would get annoyed at him for calling him trash.

"Oh damn Rogers, that's pretty good" He seemed surprised, he knew the super solider enjoyed drawing but he hadn't expected him to do so well.

"Yeah, but its such a trashy model" Steve sighed, silently chuckling to himself as he got up. Tony gasped, placing a hand on his heart and stepping back.

"Excuse you! That model is one of the best around, though ya didn't get my ass" Tony Winked at the soldier, he knew he was only messing so he played along.

"Meh, but it ain't America's ass is it?" Steve smirked, stepping closer to his friend with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Nah but its better" A remark Tony would quickly regret at the strong blond man lifted his friend into the air and over his shoulder and began walking him to the couch in the lab.

"Steve! Steve put me down!?" Tony knew what would happen, but his ego was too big to let go of.

"Okay" Steve then threw his friend onto the couch long ways with a humph. Tony tried to crawl out but there was no way he could. Steve had grabbed his arms and placed them above his head as he sat over the smaller man that was between his legs. Tony and Steve locked eyes, mischief burning.

"Let go Rogers-" Tony hesitated. Steve thought for a moment, jokingly of course, and then agreed.

"Okay!" And dug into the brown haired man's sides causing a squeal to escape, followed by heart laughter, after a second Syeve slowed down and started to spider his fingers lightly across his stomach, this made thousands of babyish giggles escape into the open air.

"Steheheveeeeehehr!!!" Tony pleaded as he tried to think straight, he wasnt expecting it to go like this, usually Roger's would start by teasing and lightly then rougher, this time he went all in and it caused a brilliant reaction.

Steve began to drag his fingers up Tony's sides and ribs, occasionally tapering the man, sending him into squeals and wiggling around even more harshly.

"Steheheveee! NooAHAHAAAHHH NAHH" Steve tasered the billionaire and shook his fingers between his rib cage.

"Sorry Tony, does this Tickle?" He teased, making the billionaire squirm even more, leading perfect access to his underarms. Steve shit his hands up that automatically caused Tony to slam his arms down, they both stared at each other for a moment. Tiny nervous giggles coming from the all powerful Tony Stark and a mischievous look coming from the War Hero Steven Rogers.

Suddenly he began to wiggle his fingers in the mans under arms, making him buck and squeal, trying to push Steve's scratching arms away.

Tony wasnt the most ticklish person in the world, no where near, Steve might have been a tiny bit worse to be honest. But Steve was much larger than Tony, and knew all the ways to make the billionaire scream if he wanted to. Turn the richest, sarcastic, one of the most powerful men in the world into a puddle of giggling laughter.

Steve scratched the unshaven hollows of Tony's armpit, then began to scrape down his ribs. He soon had the billionaire begging with his belly laughter and tingles everywhere.

"Stoooppppp!!! StehAHVEAHH sT0Ppp!!!"

Steve knew Tony was tired now, so he did the last thing he would usually do to torture his friend. Steve lifted up the white tank top his friend had on with slight dirt on. Tony knew what was about to happen, and squirmed more than he had before. Trying to keep his shirt down. It only landed him with Steve sighing with a smirk and placing his hands above his head.

"No- no Rogers don't you dare- I cant- no- NO STEVE DON'T"

Steve then bent down to the billionaire's outty belly button, and blew on it sending shivers down Tony's spine.

"But you always love it" He smirked up. It always seemed to surprise Tony how taunting the blond man really could be.

"Roger's! Ihihi- nohoho" Giggles began to sprew out Tony's mouth, Steve had begun blowing on it and his belly, just pushing cold air.

Suddenly Steve stared Tony right in the eyes and placed his lips over the man's most sensitive area, blowing a massive raspberry causing an inhuman scream to come from the billionaire mouth.

"NAHAHAHA" Tony buzzed as the sensation spread through his body, making him squeal and laugh harder than before. Destroyed by ticklish sensations the man gave in, his laughter echoing throughout the compound.

Steve let go of his arms and sat next to the now curled up teary man on the couch giggling. He patted his thigh and laughed laying back closing his eyes just listening to the laughter. Steve was and is glad he had these moments with people, it made him smile.

"Fuhuhuck youhoho" Tony giggled, clutching his sides and belly, turning onto his back to look at Roger's. Steve opened his eyes and innocently looked at the billionaire in confusion.

"What do you mean Tony?"

"I'm getting you back capsical" Tony Grunted.

Steve laughed, he knew it was probably true, but even so he enjoyed the memories. It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to get into tickle fights. They weren't sure why but it was an unspoken agreement between the two of them. It made everything seem a little more child like in their hectic lives.

Tony lay back, still clutching his sides as he giggled his way back to reality, Steve chuckled at the endless giggles that poured from his friends mouth. That's when F.R.I.D.A.Y notified them of the young girls health.

"Mr. Roger's, the young female child you brought in earlier is now getting better. If you would like to see her she's reating but is in good condition."

"Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y, I'll be going" Steve hopped up off the couch and smiled at his sighing genius friend. "You wanna come?"

Tony sighed for a moment, opening his eyes looking over the super solider. He grunted, "sure, why not" the man proceeded to get up and sigh looking towards Steve. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, delete the last however long that tickle fight was footage."

"No! Save it and put it on a tape or something, dont delete it please." Steve smirked at tony who now was blushing a little harder with a death glare. "And anyways, it wasn't really a tickle fight, more like an ambush in which you failed" Steve began walking off as a very pissed Tony was left to glare at him before running towards him to follow.

Tony pressed the code pad and they both exited. Tony then tweaked Steve's side, making the much larger man jump and stare at him. Making Tony laugh.

The two made their way to the med bay, chatting about the mission and what Tony had actually been working on the whole time Steve had been sketching him. Once they made it there they saw Bruce outside waiting for them. He smiled at the super soldier and other genius.

"So that was the laughter I assume?" He asked pointing his head at Tony and his light blush, the billionaire rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile, Steve on the other hand automatically agreed and laughed with Bruce.

"Well anyways, now you're done would you like to come see her?" Bruce already knew the answer so they all walked into the Med Bay and towards the young girl while bruce explained the situation.

"She seem's to be alright to some degree, her heart is beating quite fast or slow at sudden changes and her blood type seems a little off (your blood type) but it seems okay. We've stitched up a few wounds but otherwise shes healing appalling fast which is a good sign. Allhough she is pale and quite skinny."

Steve looked over the young girl, her hair was now much smoother, having washed out the gruesome things now her (y/h/c) hair stood out even more. Her skin was washed and she were now in a much cleaner hospital grown.

"Shes gonna be alright, but Tony I need to speak with you" Bruce turned a little more nervous within his speech as he motioned Tony to follow him as Steve looked over the girl.

"What's up Anger?" Tony joked, he saw the girl, she seemed fine- well to a degree. Something was off but he pushed it away.

Bruce looked between the girl and Tony, then focusing on the male he began to explain once more, "She has no record. I can't find anything on her from her blood type, she had woken up earlier- dont tell Steve. But she was out of it, she seemed in pain but dizzy. I asked her if she could answer some things and she agreed quietly, she said her name was y/n y/l/n she doesn't remember anything else though. I've searched files and even got F.R.I.D.A.Y doing back round checks on y/l/n's but we found nothing"

Tony raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl and Steve, "you found nothing and she presumably has no life?"

"Nada nothing, it's like she came out of no where. Not only no life, no family, no DNA relatives of known. Even her DNA seems intertwined." Now both men were watching you. Yes, you.

"I guess we've got a new kid then" Tony shrugged.

"What? Tony you can't just adopt her-"

"I dont see why not? She has no life Bruce, nothing. What are we going to do with her? She has no records and the government will have questions. It's best she stays with us" Tony explained, still watching you as Bruce watched him. Partchly in shock but he too could agree.

"I mean... are you sure Tony?"

Stark shrugged and chuckled turning to Bruce, "I've already got a teen or two, how hard could it be?"

[cherienymphe]

Crossfire (Biker!Bucky x Reader x Steve)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual violence (including domestic), eventual kidnapping

PLEASE DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

summary: You and your new husband Steve move back to his hometown. It is here that his past catches up with him, and you both pay the price.

Ok guys! Its back up! Thank God I have all my stories in Word because the clown really jumped out five minutes ago. Heads up, if you liked or reblogged the original, it is gone! That post ceases to exist so here it is to make the rounds again :)

~

You tightened your hold around Steve’s neck, looking around in awe as he carried you through the threshold. The large house was older, but you didn’t care about how modern it was or not. It had character and charm…and it was all yours now.

“Someone comes to keep up with the place every now and then, but…,” he trailed off, setting you down.

“Steve, I love it! How could I not? Besides, this house has been in your family for years. I’ll take this over some cookie cutter barbie house, any day,” you said, taking his hand.

Truly, it was nothing a little TLC couldn’t fix. To be perfectly honest, you were a bit impressed. When Steve had told you that his family owned a house, you were expecting something much more modest. After all, he grew up in a small town, so you hadn’t gotten your hopes up by expecting much.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, and you giggled when he nuzzled your neck.

“I’m glad you like it…wife,” he whispered.

You bit your lip, wrapping your hands around his forearm as he pressed kisses into your neck. The two of you had been married for a little over a month, now, but your stomach still fluttered whenever he called you that. Mrs. Y/N Rogers. You didn’t think you would ever get used to that. You felt an unexplainable happiness fill you as you looked around again.

You had met Steve on the way to a doctor’s appointment one day. You’d bumped into each other, coffee was spilled, apologies were given, and numbers had been exchanged. The rest was history. There were times when you thought it was almost too good to be true. Steve was virtually perfect. Handsome, smart, charming, and funny. Sure, he could be stuck in his ways a bit, but you found it endearing.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a little over a year when he popped the question. You had been completely caught off guard, especially since the topic had never come up. There had been a time when you thought you would never get married, but then you met Steve, and all of that changed. You remembered the shock you felt as you realized there was no hesitation in you to say ‘yes’.

The wedding was small and tasteful, full of nothing but close friends and family. Most of them were yours, and even though Steve wasn’t bothered by the fact that only three people came for him, you were. It was why you tried so hard to make him feel at home in your family, because he didn’t have any left.

“Let’s get the boxes inside…and then we can focus on breaking in the new bed,” he hummed, lips brushing against your skin.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you purred, following him out of the house.

It had started to drizzle slightly while you were inside, and a shudder passed through you as the cold droplets hit your skin. As you opened the trunk to get another box, you heard a rumble coming from down the street. It was the familiar sound of a motorcycle, and you brushed it off. You gripped the box with some difficulty and didn’t pay it any mind when you noticed Steve had paused in his own task, hand resting on the hood of the car as he stared down the street.

You gently set the box down just inside with a huff, sliding it out of the doorway with your foot as the sound of a motorcycle engine grew closer. You brushed your hands off, stepping outside with a slight frown as two drivers made their way into the driveway, parking their bikes not far behind the car. Steve was standing in the driveway, now, arms crossed over his chest. He tilted his head slightly as he heard your footsteps.

“Y/N, go back-.”

“Steve!”

Your eyes widened at that, realizing that these men knew him. You shouldn’t have been surprised. It was a small town after all, but they didn’t really seem like Steve’s kind of crowd, especially not close enough for them to just pull in his driveway unannounced, but if you had learned anything over the past year and a half or so, it was that Steve could be full of surprises.

“Well, well, well… Look who’s back in town. I see you moved back into the old house too,” one of the men said as he swung off of his bike.

He was the taller of the two, dark hair cut low and facial hair connecting around his mouth. The other had a much fairer complexion, short brown hair pushed away from his face as his blue-green eyes studied you. They both sported worn jeans and similar leather jackets. You noted, with disapproval, that neither one of them wore helmets.

“Sam, it’s been too long,” your husband said.

You watched as they leaned in to do that weird man hug thing, and Steve repeated the action with the other man. You heard Steve refer to him as Clint. You felt a bit awkward as Steve backed up, and you wondered if it was just your imagination or was he blocking you a bit.

“…and…who is this?” Clint wondered, tilting his head to look around Steve’s shoulder and get a better look.

You were stepping forward before Steve could say anything, offering your hand.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet some of Steve’s friends,” you said.

Their grips were firm, hands rough as they accepted your offer. You didn’t miss the way Clint ran his eyes over you, and you remembered that rain was currently soaking your shirt. You stepped back, and Steve wasted no time in wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“This is my wife, Y/N,” Steve answered Clint’s question.

You glanced at him, wondering about the strange tone in his voice.

“How long have you guys known Steve? I’m sorry if I’m prying, its just Steve only had about two friends back in New York, so I’m glad to know more of you exist,” you chuckled.

“Y/N,” Steve whispered with a groan.

“What?” you quietly whined, slightly hitting his chest.

Sam and Clint joined in on your laughter, and Sam stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, we go way back with Steve. Don’t worry about him, sweetheart, Steve has plenty of friends around here,” he answered.

Your eyes widened, a noise of appreciation escaping your lips.

“That’s…wonderful!” you said, clapping your hands together. “I’d invite you guys in, but the house is scary looking, right now.”

You turned towards Steve.

“Maybe when we make it presentable, we can invite your-.”

“Y/N, they all have their own lives, now, and they’ve seen the house a million times…”

You studied him, eyebrows furrowed. There was something off about his tone, and you decided to take the hint. You turned back to the men in front of you with a smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear. I’m going to go finish unpacking, but it was nice meeting you!”

Their response mirrored yours as you turned to go back inside, brushing your hand over Steve’s shoulder.

“I’ll be right in,” he quietly said, hand grazing your waist.

You glanced over your shoulder as you walked up the steps. Sam was talking to Steve, but Clint’s bright eyes were focused on you. You turned back with a slight grimace and headed towards the waiting boxes.

 ~

Your nails trailed down Steve’s back, running over the ridges and feeling the way his muscles moved as he thrust into you. His hard chest was pressed against yours, your legs locked around his waist, head thrown back into the pillow. His soft lips never parted from you, and he’d told you once that enjoyed being inside of you with the taste of your skin on his tongue.

“Steve,” you moaned, one of your hands sliding upwards to tangle in his hair.

He groaned against you, skin slapping against yours in the quiet room. His hands were digging into your hips, holding them to the bed as he had his way with you. You were sure to be aching there tomorrow, but you didn’t mind. It was always worth the pain. You arched your chest into him, lips brushing against his.

You whined when he pulled away, and he only chuckled in response. He loved to do that, tease you, and you loved him for it. You tried to kiss him again, but he only pulled back some more, and because his hands were pinning your hips to the bed, you could only lean up so much.

“Steve,” you begged.

“I love that sound,” he murmured. “You beg so pretty for me, but I know you can do better than that.”

“Wanna kiss you,” you whispered, eyes fluttering at a particularly hard thrust.

You dug your nails into his skin, a choked moan leaving your lips.

“Oh, you can do better than that,” he purred.

His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, determination to see you beg outweighing his desire to put his lips on yours.

“Steve, please,” you whined.

“Mm, only good girls get rewards…and you have been so good for me, haven’t you?”

He covered your mouth with his own, and you both groaned into the kiss. You were drenched, positive you were making a mess of the new sheets already, but you didn’t care. Steve’s hard length felt heavenly inside of you, and once again, you were struck with the fact that this man was yours forever. As if he heard your thoughts, Steve spoke.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I’m yours, Steve. Forever,” you gasped, clenching around him.

He hissed into your mouth.

“Say that again…”

“I’m yours,” you panted.

His hips stuttered, and your climax hit you just as he emptied himself inside of you with a low moan. Your body trembled, and he pulled you against him as he turned to lay on his side. His softening cock was still inside of you, and a lazy smile fell over your lips, sure that he’d be pinning you to the bed again as soon as you woke up in the morning.

You reached up to brush your fingers along his face, tracing his jaw, and he hummed. His eyes fell closed, fingers drawing circles into your back. You suddenly remembered something, and you paused in your ministrations.

“Steve…”

“Hmm?”

“Are you ashamed of your friends?”

His eyes flew open, studying you. You blinked.

“…or…maybe me?”

He pushed himself up to lean on his elbow, looking down at you with a frown.

“Why would you say that?”

You shrugged.

“It just seemed like you didn’t want me around your friends, is all,” you explained.

He sighed, briefly closing his eyes before shaking his head.

“No, no, sweetheart. I didn’t want them around you.”

“Why? They’re your friends, aren’t they?”

He fell back onto his back, exhaling as he stared at the ceiling.

“There was a time when they were my friends, yes, but not anymore…”

You waited for him to continue.

“I was a different guy then, Y/N…much different. We’re talking late high school early college years. I was caught up in stuff that makes me ashamed to even touch you-.”

“Steve,” you admonished, frowning.

He looked up at you as you leaned over him, reaching up to brush a finger along your neck.

“I’ve spent years trying to be the guy who would deserve a woman like you, and ever since I met you, I’ve been trying to make up for the fact that I don’t deserve you, because… God, I don’t deserve you,” he groaned.

“Don’t say that-.”

“It’s true. Those guys…they were content, are content, with their lives, this town…the things they do. I wanted more, so I left. I don’t have much in common with them anymore.”

You traced your fingers along his chest with a sigh.

“I’m sorry. I wish that weren’t the case… After all, they were your friends once,” you replied.

He chuckled, and you cut your eyes to him.

“God, I love you,” he said, reaching out to pull you down.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as sleep wrapped you in its arms.

 ~

“Y/N Rogers!”

You jumped up from your seat, approaching the counter with a grin as the woman bagged your food. You could feel the conversations in the small diner quiet just a bit, and you just accepted that this would be the norm for a while.

It was a small town indeed, and apparently Steve and his family were well known, had been an integral part of this town. You were the newcomer, his wife that he’d returned to town with after so many years of being gone. You were the new face with a load of baggage so to speak. At least, that’s what the girl at the counter had told you when you had placed your order. Wanda was her name.

“Hey, I told you, don’t be so nervous about it. Folks are just curious,” she said, handing you your food.

“I know, I know. I’m just not used to this, at all. I didn’t grow up in a town like this, not even close,” you laughed.

“A city girl,” she guessed with a smile.

“Yeah,” you sheepishly replied.

“Is that how you met Steve? In the city?” she wondered, a slight unfamiliar accent peeking through.

“Yeah! I literally ran into him on the way to a doctor’s appointment one day. The rest was history,” you shrugged.

“How sweet. Are you going to be working here?”

“Yes, actually! I’m a teacher…”

“Oh, I adore kids,” she said, leaning on the counter, intrigued.

“Me too. I hope to have some of my own one day, but until then, I’m going to be teaching at the elementary school,” you told her.

“You’ll love it. The children here are darling. The adults on the other hand…,” she trailed off with a slight chuckle, and you joined her. “You’ll do great there though.”

“Thanks. Are you friends with Steve?” you suddenly asked.

She sadly shook her head.

“No. My brother and I moved here about 4 months before Steve left town all those years ago. I didn’t really speak with him much, but my brother did. They were in the…the same club together,” she stuttered over her words, straightening as she grabbed the rag.

You watched her demeanor change as she wiped the counter, and you wondered why.

“Oh, okay. Well, it was nice meeting you, Wanda. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

“You too,” her words were soft, cautious, and you frowned.

You waved her goodbye as you took your food, making your way out of the restaurant. Relief flowed through you as the weight of prying eyes lifted. It was getting late, the sun starting to set, and you hurried to get to your car to get home. It was why you had gotten takeout. The day had slipped you by, and you wouldn’t have time to cook anything.

You were walking and reaching for your keys, one hand occupied with the food while the other dug into your purse. Your foot stumbled over a broken parking bumper. Your shoe caught against the pavement, and you cursed when the food slipped out of your hand. You weren’t going to catch it in time, but that didn’t stop you from trying. However, another hand beat you to it.

You stumbled back in shock, straightening up as you faced the stranger. You glanced down at your food, reaching out for it with a small ‘thank you’ on your lips when your savior pulled his hand back. You frowned, cutting your eyes up to gaze at the person in question. You blinked at the unfamiliar face.

He looked to be the same height as Steve, and just as muscular. Maybe a bit bulkier now that you looked again. Unlike Steve though, his dark hair was lengthy, the ends of his locks brushing the tops of his shoulders. His facial hair was light, like he was in the process of growing it out fully. He sported a similar leather jacket to the one Sam and Clint had worn at your house, and it was accompanied by equally dark jeans and a shirt and boots to match.

His blue eyes, so much like Steve’s, were focused on you. They were heavy and piercing, and you cleared your throat, reaching out for your bag.

“Thank you,” you said.

Again, he pulled it out of your reach, and apprehension filled you.

“You’re new here,” he noted in a deep, husky voice.

You swallowed, nodding.

“I just moved here with my husband a few days ago. Can I have that back, please?”

He ignored your request, instead raking his eyes over you. He hummed when his eyes landed on your ring, and it didn’t sound like an approving sound.

“Husband… What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You frowned at the term of endearment but bit your tongue. If living in the city had taught you anything, it was to pick your battles with strange men wisely.

“Y/N,” you quietly replied.

He didn’t respond right away, instead taking you in. You shuffled on your feet, glancing at the darkening sky before looking around. You noticed a large bike parked not too far away, and you assumed it was his. There seemed to be quite a few bikers in this town. When you met his eyes again, there was a faint smirk on his pink lips.

The bag that held your food gestured to the dark grey car parked beside him.

“This your car?”

You nodded, slowly following as he rounded it, eyes observing the tag.

“New York,” he said with a whistle. “That’s a long way to travel….”

“My husband is from here. We wanted to move back to his hometown,” you explained, nervousness growing. “Can I please-?”

You were cut off by his soft chuckle, his smirk growing, now as he eyed you. If possible, you would have sworn that his eyes had gotten darker, amusement taking residence there.

“Mrs. Rogers, I presume?”

You didn’t respond because you didn’t feel the need to. It seemed that he already knew. With another chuckle, he finally handed your food back to you, his fingers grazing your hand as he did so. He was close, so close that you could smell whatever shampoo he had used that morning.

You took a step back, hitting the side of your car as he reached out. His hand was pressed to the door, caging you in as you eyed him, heart racing. He looked over you one final time before opening your driver’s door, and with a start, you realized that you must have left it unlocked. He licked his lips as he held the door open for you, and you hurriedly slipped inside.

His grip was tight, preventing you from closing it, and you started to reach for your cell phone when he spoke.

“Tell Steve his old friend Bucky said hello. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning his body on the open door, head peaking out over the top.

You nodded, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

“You drive safe…Mrs. Rogers.”

He closed your door, and you stared after him with wide eyes before shaking your head. With trembling hands, you buckled your seatbelt and started the car, rushing to get home.

 ~

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[bitchin-beskar]

witching hour

Rating: M (mentions of kidnapping, attempted dark fertility ritual, sex pollen?? kind of?? and obvi, smut)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Here’s my attempt at a Halloween-themed Mandalorian one-shot! It’s kinda spooky I guess, but mostly smut. Oops... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I hope y’all enjoy!

Please consider commenting and reblogging! I love the feedback!

“I’m really not sure about this, Mando.”

You looked around cautiously, feeling as though there were eyes on you, but not seeing anything. The planet the two of you had stopped on was a backwater, far on the Outer Rim.

Din was looking for a bounty, and the last known location was in this... town, if you could even call it that. Half of the buildings looked abandoned, and there were dark alleys and suspicious-looking characters everywhere you turned.

“It’s fine.”

You rolled your eyes. Din’s monotone showed he truly wasn’t concerned about being here, and normally that would put you at ease, but for some reason, you were still uneasy.

The two of you finally found a shop that was open, and not just an abandoned building, and Din lead the way inside. It was some kind of apothecary. There were glass jars lining the shelves, different plants drying from the ceiling, and a number of other strange or unsettling items. An old woman stood behind the counter, and when she grinned at the two of you, you could tell she didn’t have any teeth.

“Oh-ho-ho! Visitors, I see! What can I do for two fine travelers such as yourselves?”

You winced at the woman’s voice. It sent shivers down your spine. The woman’s eyes ran over Din, before falling onto you. Her eyes widened, and she smirked, and you felt another chill. You wanted to step closer to Din, but you didn’t want to show any weakness, so you stood your ground.

“I’m looking for a bounty.”

Din placed the puck on the counter, and the woman watched as the holographic image appeared before her. Smacking her gums, she shuffled over to a large, old book, slamming it open, and dust flew into the air. She flipped through the pages until she appeared to find what she was looking for. She ripped a page out and shuffled back over to the two of you.

“This here’ll be what’cha need,” she croaked, shoving the paper at Din. “It’s a good ways away, but if you leave right quick, you can get there before dark.” She cackled. “You don’ wanna be out after dark in these parts.”

Din thanked the woman, and she leered at the two of you. “Buh-bye now!”

The two of you left as the woman continued to giggle and cackle. You shuddered as you left the building, unable to stave off the sense of paranoia that you felt.

“Do you want to go back to the Crest?”

You looked over at Din, about to protest, when he actually stopped walking and turned to you, his gloved hand coming up to cup your elbow. “Cyar’ika, you’re shaking.” You frowned, before looking down at your hands, only to see them trembling. “It’s okay. I’ve got this one. Go.”

You nodded, and Din waited for you to begin waking before he turned in the opposite direction, towards where the woman had directed him.

The walk back to the Crest was short, only about ten minutes or so. The Child was still in the Crest, as you and Din had finally managed to get him to stay in the ship for short trips without him trying to come after the two of you.

As you walked alone on the path, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed, but you couldn’t see anyone nearby. Just as the Crest came into view, there was a sharp pain at the back of your head, and everything went black.

***

You woke slowly, surprised by how cold you were and how much your whole body ached. You went to move, only to find that your arms and legs were tied down, and you couldn’t move them an inch. You opened your eyes, only to see a horrific sight.

It was night, and in front of you was a huge fire, flames leaping seven or eight feet tall. Surrounding the blaze was a number of people in dark robes, all chanting in a language that you didn’t understand. You realized you’d been stripped down to your under clothes, the cold wind biting at your exposed skin. You were tied to some kind of wooden frame, your arms stretched above your head, and your legs were spread slightly. As you tried to clear the fog still clouding your mind as you came back to consciousness, you realized something that immediately caused you to panic.

The tell-tale sensation of arousal was building in your belly, your underwear already damp. As the chanting continued, one of the people in robes came over to you, throwing some kind of powder in your face, and as you breathed it in, your arousal increased, almost to the point of pain.

You frantically tugged at the ropes binding you, but they didn’t budge. You tried to close your legs, but those ropes were tied just as tightly. You could feel tears welling in your eyes, the panic in your chest causing your breathing to come in short bursts and gasps.

The group’s chanting grew louder, and you cried out as a stab of pain pierced your lower abdomen. You tried to double over, but the ropes prevented it.

Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling sound, and you watched through your tears as the people in the robes began to drop. You gasped as you saw Din come running through the trees, his blaster drawn. His whistling birds took care of almost all of the black-robed people, except for one. He stormed forward, blaster aimed steadily at the lone standing figure.

“What. Did. You. Do.”

His voice was deeper than normal, his fury evident. You normally found his voice attractive, but at that moment, it was like the attraction was magnified. You gasped out as another wave of arousal washed over you, and you watched as Din’s helmet jerked over to look at you, still tied up.

The figure lowered their hood, and you weren’t all that surprised to see the woman from the shop in town. She was cackling, even with a blaster pointed in her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry sonny boy, but ‘m afraid you’re much too late to help your friend,” she giggled. “Tis a shame she won’t be able to complete the ritual as intended, but her death should satisfy the gods just fine.”

You figured you should probably be more upset at your impending death, but you were so aroused that it hardly seemed like it mattered.

“How do I save her?!”

You could hear a hint of panic in Din’s voice, underneath all the anger and rage. The old woman just continued to cackle.

“You can’t!” She sounded insane. “Unless ya can find some man ta fuck the fertilitatis powder outta her system, she’s dead! You can’t help her Mandalorian! Dead, dead, dead, dead, de–” Her mad ramblings were cut off abruptly as Din’s blaster went off, striking her in the chest and killing her.

He rushed forward, withdrawing his vibroblade and carefully cutting the ropes tying your feet before moving up and freeing your arms. As your arms came free, your legs crumpled, and Din grabbed your waist to try and keep you upright.

You cried out as Din’s hands unintentionally pressed against your lower abdomen, providing you with the barest hint of relief. You clutched at his shoulders, your whole body trembling.

“Fuck, fuck sweetheart, tell me–how do I–” Din’s voice was strained, and you could almost picture the look in his eyes.

As he attempted to support you, his thigh accidentally pressed between your legs, and the sudden brush of friction was all it took. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as an orgasm tore through you, your legs shaking and tears streaming from your eyes as the intense sensation overwhelmed you.

Immediately you could tell something was wrong. Instead of feeling any sense of relief from finally having come, your core was wound tighter than ever. Your cunt ached, and it hurt, and you just needed–

“You!”

Your cry was torn from your throat as you desperately ground against Din’s thigh, trying to find relief. “N–Need you, Din. Maker, please, it hurts!”

You’d probably look back on this and feel ashamed of the way you were acting, but all you could focus on was the overwhelming, all-encompassing need to come, to be filled, to be fucked–

There was suddenly rough bark at your back as Din spun and pushed you back against one of the trees. He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. His bulge ground into the fabric of your soaked panties, and you saw stars. Clawing at his arms, you begged him.

“Din, Din please–fuck–please I need it, I need you to fuck me, I–”

Your babbling was cut off as Din covered your mouth with his gloved palm. “Shh, shh sweetheart, I know,” he murmured, his other hand undoing the clasp of his pants. “I know you need it, but you have to be quiet, okay? I’ll fuck you, but you have to keep this pretty mouth shut.”

You were desperately nodding against his hand, your head jerking in uneven movements when you felt Din move the crotch of your underwear to the side, and slowly slide in to your cunt.

You tried to obey Din, really, you did, but you were just so sensitive. The wanton moan that left your lips was muffled by Din’s hand, and he shushed you again.

He kept pushing in until he was fully seated inside you, buried all the way to the hilt. The feeling of finally being filled caused your eyes to roll back in your head. Just as you were starting to think this would be fine, if Din just stayed inside you, keeping you filled, he began to withdraw.

You didn’t even have time to mourn the loss before his hips were snapping forward and filling you once more. You had no time to adjust, Din just began a downright brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours so hard you thought you might have bruises.

You tried to stifle the whimpers and cries that escaped your throat, but you’d never been able to stay quiet when Din fucked you in the past, so why should now be any different?

Your release was steadily approaching, the tightening in your core growing to an almost painful point once more. You were so close when Din growled out a single command.

“Bite.”

You immediately knew what he wanted, biting the finger of his leather glove, letting him pull his hand free. He took a moment to rearrange the glove between your teeth, as a kind of gag, before lowering his hand and finding your clit with his thumb.

You came with a muffled scream, back arching as you writhed on Din’s cock, your walls clenching tightly, keeping him deep inside you.

This time, you felt better. You no longer felt like you were about to combust, and although you were still aroused, it was no longer painful.

Din removed his glove from your mouth, but made no other move to let you go.

“Din?” You asked, voice quiet. You realized he was still hard inside you, and your eyes snapped up to his visor.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” As he began to slowly thrust again, he continued. “You wanted me to fuck you. So I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, and then we’ll go back to the Crest.” As you whimpered at his words, he whispered one last thing.

“And you broke the rule, cyar’ika. I told you to stay quiet, and you just couldn’t listen. You need to be punished.”

Your moan at his words echoed around the clearing, as you realized you were in for a long night.

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

ok but mando meeting his match in a fight against reader. and things getting. Saucy. litchraly that’s all I can think about when it comes to him

A/N: I’m gonna be real honest...there ain’t much fighting in this but you got me to write my first ever Mando smut and this is exciting for me so thank you Emiliana! 😜💙

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warning: smut. i guess there’s some plot but yeah. smut.

"Come on, Mando! You afraid to hit me?" you growled as you knocked him to the ground again. He grunted as he stood and took a defensive stance.

"I don't want to hurt you." He breathed heavily as you circled him.

"Oh, how sweet!" On the last word, you swung at him again but he blocked it and held your arm as he backed you into a wall.

"Stop," he demanded but you used your other arm to punch him in the side.

"Let me go!" You tried to wrench your arm from his grip but it was impossible.

"No."

"Don't wanna lose to me again?" you teased. Suddenly, you brought your foot down on his hard and he groaned in pain. He let you go and you made your move but he was ready.

"You're still using that move?" he asked. He swept your legs from under you and you fell to the ground hard.

"It's what…you taught me. The other person is usually expecting you to use your hands so...use your feet." You laid on the ground catching your breath. He held his hand out and helped you up.

"Your trash talk is still horrible," he said before walking away.

"It's supposed to be a distraction." You caught up to him and noticed the tear in his sleeve that revealed a wound. "You're bleeding."

He looked down. "Oh." He continued walking to the Razor Crest and you followed closely.

"Want me to…"

"I can do it." He sat on the small bed and pulled out his cauterizer.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Closing the wound."

"Mando…," you sighed. You walked over and snatched the small pen from him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?" You rummaged through a few things before finding something you could use to clean him up. He sat silently as you cleaned and dressed his wound. "There." You lowered his arm carefully. "That wouldn't have happened if you weren't afraid to fight me," you teased.

"I could never hurt you," he said.

"Din…" He pressed his helmet to your stomach and sighed. "Din?" When he didn't move, you slowly lifted your arms and wrapped them around him. "Are you okay?"

"I miss...the way things were." He spoke so quietly you were surprised you could hear him.

"Me too." You knelt in front of him and pressed your forehead to his helmet. When you reached out to begin removing his armor you thought he would stop you but he only lifted his hands to remove his cape. Suddenly everything was moving at lightning speed. He helped you take the rest of the armor off. "Your arm," you breathed.

"It's fine." You stood and began taking your clothes off and he watched. He breathed heavily and his head was tilted slightly. "You…"

"Have to put this on, I know." You held up the fabric you used as a blindfold.

"I was going to say you are beautiful."

"Oh...thank you." You giggled. "Your turn." Walking over to the bed, you put the blindfold on and sat patiently. The bed shifted as he stood to undress himself. Your body trembled with excitement although you couldn't see him. It had been so long since you two had seen each other let alone did...this. "Din?" It had become eerily quiet. "Din…"

"Yes." You felt his breath on your face as he spoke. Even after all this time you still couldn't understand how he moved so quietly. You smiled as he pressed his lips to yours. He smiled when he pulled away though you couldn't see. 

"Kiss me again," you begged. He put his forehead to yours which had technically been a kiss but you whined until he took your hands and brought them to his face.

"What do you feel?" he asked. Your fingers found his lips then his nose. Your hands moved higher over his brow and into his thick hair and he groaned quietly.

"You still like that, huh?" You scratched his scalp and he leaned into you. You'd like to imagine that his eyes were closed in pleasure. He moved away sooner than you wanted him too and pulled on your legs until you were laying flat on your back. His hands were on you, callused but gentle, and exploring every inch of you. You sighed and moaned at certain touches and giggled at others. When his hand slipped between your legs, you gasped.

"Do you want me to stop?" 

"No. Please don't." You ached for him and felt as though you would die if he didn't touch you soon. "Please," you whispered. Then he did and you cried out. The blindfold seemed to heighten your sensitivity to his touch. You reached down to grab his wrist and he let you guide him for a while before taking your hand with the one he wasn't using and lacing your fingers with his.

"Does that feel good?" he urged. You nodded but he needed more than that. "Tell me." He slipped another finger in and you squeezed his hand as you moaned loudly.

"Yes Din," you cried. It wasn't long before he began using his thumb to rub you just right in the spot that always sent you over the edge no sooner than he had started, he stopped. "What...why?" You squirmed and moved your hips searching for any kind of friction. 

It didn't take long before you felt hair tickling your inner thighs and Din's soft lips kissing each one before stopping right before the apex. His hot breath fanned over you and he took your hand again before licking you right where you wanted him to. You immediately grabbed for his hair with your free hand and he groaned against you, causing a vibration that sent shocks through your entire body.

"That feels…," you started.

He stopped for a moment. "Feels what?" His tongue moved expertly and you pulled his hair slightly.

"So good," you whined. "Din...I'm gonna...I…" You tried to push his head away but he resisted. He wanted to taste all of you. Your hips arched off the bed and he followed, licking and tasting until you begged him to stop for a minute. He rested his head against your thigh as you came down from your high. If only you could see the passion--the love--in his eyes.

You felt the bed dip and you knew he was lying beside you now. Turning to face him, you sat up and carefully climbed on top of him with a little help. As strong and powerful as he was, he loved seeing you in a position of power. The look of admiration in his eyes was one he only had for you, one that you would probably never see. 

You placed your hands on his chest and positioned yourself over him. He held himself steady as you lowered yourself onto him then immediately moved his hands to your thighs, choking out a curse. He had been a little happy that you couldn't see him. The faces he made as you rode him were ones he wasn't very proud of. 

You knew you would love them though.

Your hands left his chest and he took them into his own, bringing each hand to his mouth, kissing each finger. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his forehead pressed to your breasts before he crushed his lips to yours desperately. Your hips rocked against him faster and he whimpered. Your hands find his hair and you trail your fingers through it before pulling. You let his lips touch yours slightly and the tip of his tongue trails across your lips.

"P-please," he gasped. He didn't exactly ask anything but you knew what he wanted.

"You feel so good, Din. Go on. You can."

He growled and held you still as he pounded up into you. You moaned loudly and reached down to touch yourself. There was nothing like finishing together.

"Right there," you breathed. He stilled and throbbed inside of you just as you reached your peak. His thighs trembled beneath you and yours tightened around him as he grunted and cursed quietly. He rested his head on your chest and you held him there for a while.

"I want to stay like this forever," he said. He was looking up at you as you smiled and it made him smile.

"I think we'd get uncomfortable after an hour or so." You laughed before he kissed you softly. Your hands tangled in his hair again and you felt him stir inside you. "Or maybe we wouldn't."

"We could try it out...if you're up to it," he challenged. 

You reached up and tightened your blindfold. "You're on, Mando."