#i am stuck on writing smut or plot so you all get fluff right now

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Not the person I once knew

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: past lovers reunite after many years…and then what?

warnings: SMUT (vaginal fingering, oral-m!receiving, protected p in v -i know, shocker-, biting, choking, overstimulation al liiil’ possesive!Joel -just a smudge-), ANGST, mentions of death and shootings, thoughts and mentions of suicide, cursing, Joel and reader being two idiots that cannot express how they feel and…fluff because I can’t help myself

word count: 10k ( yeah the zero is supposed to be there)

A/N: I am too jumping on the Joel Miller train. This fic actually has plot and it’s not just a straight up porn which is shocking :D. Also I am actually crazy - I have a week off from school and that’s why I write that much. I can’t stop - literally.

Your feet were aching – you've had to walk at least 20 or so kilometers by now – and the cold was biting your skin most unpleasantly – finding a good winter coat or any kind of winter clothes was not easy in this fucking Outbreak. You started to feel thirsty and tired and all you wanted to do was lie down and fall asleep – maybe death by cold wasn't the worst fate you could've endured.

Your mind quickly flashing to your group – you've killed most of them, the snarling of them still ringing in your ears, the smell of gunpowder lingering in your nose. You've done what you had to do – one of your guys got infected and infected almost all of the other ones – the ones that survived either left to fend for themselves which you thought was the stupidest thing ever or killed themselves – fucking cowards. Their blood stuck to you like a second skin – the smell of iron making you uneasy when you started to think about it. Maybe you should've killed yourself too. What was the point in surviving now, anyways? You didn't have a group anymore and you had no supplies anymore. Sure, you could eat the snow for water intake and try to hunt something – but you felt too exhausted for that. Your knees buckling – you fall into the cold snow – you hear something then. Voices, the sound of horses neighing and a…dog? Were you starting to hallucinate? You weren't though – the sounds getting louder and clearer – you quickly scramble to your feet and grab your pistol but you pale when you see how many of them are there – all of them looking more sure of themselves on their horses and with their guns raised on you. The dog barks at you, snapping and growling and you've never thought that you might die getting robbed and then mauled by a dog – though they did not look like raiders. Their clothes look clean and kind of new – compared to your worn and torn-off jacket at least.

Someone says something but you don't hear them – your gaze focused on the dog, your pistol pointing at the handler. You've always been a dog lover – before the Outbreak at least – but this didn't look like he wanted to be friends with you.

“Hey, I said drop your fucking gun or I'll shoot your head clean off!” One of them says – repeating himself – and you gulp dryly doing what he says – you were a fighter but also you weren't stupid. There were too many of them and even if you had good aim you wouldn't be able to shoot your way out of this. The guy who addressed you squints his eyes when you lower the gun to your feet – he gestures for you to kick it further and you reluctantly do so.

“Listen here, cowboy,” you sass when you see the cowboy hat on his head, “I was just passing by – my group is dead, they got infected and-” at your words everyone grips their guns a little tighter – the person holding the dog loosening the leash a little in his hands. “Whoa, whoa, I am not infected, I swear.” You sound desperate and you are – you probably should have blown your fucking head of yourself when you still had the chance.

“We will see about that.” One of them gruffs – you guess it's the one closest to you, the one on your right – and you have the urge to break his nose. Yeah, if you were in their position you wouldn't trust someone either but you are not – and you feel pretty fucking terrified – even after years of survival. “Release Buckley!” The first one – the one with that stupid cowboy hat – says and then you see the big ball of fur running towards you. Closing your eyes you pray that he can't smell any jerky on you – you know so he could nibble on your fingers a little and get a taste of you. The pain of teeth digging into you as you expected doesn't come and so you open one of your eyes – you see that the dog's tail is wagging and a grin slowly makes its way on your face. You slowly bend one of your knees - you are not getting any younger and pain shoots through your leg – but you ignore it and start petting Buckley. He's not that bad when he doesn't look like he wants to eat you alive.

A high-pitched whistle cuts through the air and then he is gone – heeling opposite to the person who previously handled him. They don't say anything more and start to slowly turn their horses on their heels when an idea comes to your mind – they look well-fed and clean, and you feel hungry enough that you would eat practically anything. The exhaustion creeps back up at you after the adrenaline wears off and you shout a quick “hey” - their heads turning in question. You offer them a little smile, kicking your feet into the snow and putting your gun back.

“You guys have a place for one more hungry stomach? I just want something to eat – maybe a few hours of sleep and then I'll be out of your hair. Pinky promise.” you grin and show off your pinky finger – you've always had a way of trying to make the situation lighter than it really was and now that you know they don't pose any tŕeal threat – for now at least – you get your hopes up. All of them share a quick look before the one with that stupid cowboy hat – who wears something like that in the middle of the winter – nods and your grin spreads wider. You grab one of the hands that reach towards you to pull you on a horse – and when you are finally on its back, you stroke its muscular thigh lightly. Maybe this day was not so bad after all.

When you arrive at Jackson it is almost noon. You raise both brows when you see the wooden heavy gait in front of you– the people patrolling their stations curiously looking back at you. When you asked them if you could come with them you didn't expect a whole fucking community of people in a small town with electricity and other necessities – your eyes wandering to the various small buildings that look like shops more so than something where you could take shelter. When you asked them if you could come with them you expected a flimsy building without windows in which you would hardly make a fire. You aren't surprised anymore why they acted so tough – families lived here, old couples and people of various ages. A small flicker of hope goes straight to your heart – maybe you could stay here – you were tired of fighting to live another day. And this looked like a great fucking place.

The guy that was riding with you dismounts the horse – helping you do the same and you pet the animal – thanking it quietly. People don't really look at you – at least not so openly as the ones that were taking patrol – they are doing their own things – some of them just crossing the street, others helping to build a new building – you wonder what that is going to be for – a group of kids runs right in front of you squeaking. They play and your heart aches – it's the first time you've seen kids be so carefree since the outbreak happened – it looked like their childhood was not ripped from them. One of the kids – a young girl no older than 6 – looks almost like Sarah – curly wild hair, big eyes and the cutest dimples you've seen adorn her face – and you feel a pang of hurt in your heart. Reaching for your necklace you squeeze the ring that is on it tightly in your palm – Joel and Sarah would love it here.

The man you've called cowboy asks you something and you turn to look at him – he's quite handsome but he is a lot younger than you for sure – he has this boyish innocence still written all over his face when you pin him with your stare. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I will accompany you to the canteen. Tommy is already waiting there, a few men that were with us already informed him about your arrival.” He sounds formal. Too formal – as if his words were learned. Like a little boy scout you think. Images of Tommy Miller through your mind and you grin fondly at the memory of him – you could never imagine him being a leader of a community like this.

“Lead the way, cowboy.” You don't miss the way that the boy's ears gain a darker shade of red and so do his cheeks.

When he leads you to the canteen – you can't believe that they have a real freakin canteen here – you look around because you can't take it all in at once. Jackson looks like an old town from some kind of cowboy movie – maybe that's why the boy wears the stupid hat. A few people on the way politely greet you and you greet them back. When you arrive at the canteen the bo points to the man that has his back turned back on you and before you can thank him – has gone. The lights adorning the room are a nice touch – it looks old school here – old wooden chairs, and tables with plaid cloth scattered across the room, and you can see an old Coca-Cola freezer from the corner of your eye. Your steps are much lighter – even though you are still hungry and tired you're at least not cold anymore, the temperature here is not as cold as outside. The man that cowboy pointed at talks to someone – an older lady with a high-pitched voice with pretty blue eyes – and you wait before they end their conversation, standing to the side. The lady whispers something to him – you can see her lips moving but don't hear anything – and then the man turns and looks at you. If you have something in your hands right now you would for sure drop it.

Tommy fucking Miller was standing a few steps away from you. He looked older – of course – and his hair was a lot longer than you'd last seen him, the mustache he was sporting suited him. You saw the way he scrunched his brows together – as if trying to categorize you to one of his people – and then you saw the realization cross his eyes. His hands drop to his sides and when you whisper a hushed “Tommy ?” he was right in front of you – hugging you close to his body. The hug was desperate and you felt the tears you held back falling from your eyes – the palms of his hands soothingly caressing your back. After a few minutes or was it seconds he pulls away from you and you have so many questions but none of it comes out of your mouth – the lump in your throat not allowing you to. If he was here – alive and breathing – did it mean Sarah and Joel were here too? Or…No, you couldn't think that way. You had buried the memories of Millers a long time ago – but now, seeing Tommy here? He gave you hope.

“Wow-uh, I’d thought I’d never see you again, Doc.” The small nickname of endearment falling from his lips makes you sob and he softly grabs your elbow so you two could sit at the nearest table – a young woman quickly rushes to your side when Tommy gestures with his hand for her to come and he whispers something in her ear – just now you can see the few people scattered around staring at you curiously.

“Tommy-I-is-is Joel here too? And Sarah.” You grab the ring on your necklace tighter – you've been dreaming of this moment for too long – and he looks at your hand noticing the shiny thing attached to the chain on your neck. The engagement ring Joel proposed with.

“I-uh- I'll tell you everything but you need to eat first, Doc, alright?” You don't feel hungry anymore but you nod – noticing the look in Tommy's eyes makes you uneasy – but he offers you a smile and you offer one right back reaching for his hand – squeezing his hand in yours.

You sit and listen to Tommy talk – you aren't sure if minutes pass or hours – but your eyes nurn from all the crying and you feel your stomach drop with your heart multiple times during Tommy's story telling how he – they – come up here. How Joel was desperate to contact you – you were in Houston on a quick trip with your friends at the time, to look for the wedding dress – seems stupid when you think about it right now. How they killed Sarah – your sweet little Sarah, you thought of her as your own, you've lived with her for almost three years and that girl adored you and you adored her right back – you cannot imagine the pain Joel felt when she was killed right in his arms. Tommy tells you about Joel's suicide attempt too – how he didn't see any purpose in life when both his daughter and fiance were not around anymore, he didn't know if you were still alive. He tells you about his wife, how he got here – how he joined Fireflies for a while and you have the urge to punch him when he says that – you have a distaste for that motherfuckers. He tells you about Ellie – not much though – but enough to figure out Joel cares about that girl a whole lot. And most importantly he announces to you that both of them are here and you almost jump out of your chair to go and find him – but Tommy quickly grabs your elbow and stops you. He tells you about how Joel changed a lot – but so have you. When you tell him that he just shakes his head – you don't understand.

“Doc, I don't know how he will react seeing you after 20 years. He is not the person you once knew. I think you should sleep on it first.”

You want to protest but the sound of the door opening and the rushed call of “Tommy!” stops you. You look at who interrupted you and it's a girl close to Sarah's age. She has short brown hair tightened up in a ponytail and a pair of brown eyes. She has a scar across her brow and when she stops next to Tommy and mutters a quick fuck – you know it's Ellie. Joel's Ellie.

“I heard there's someone new in town and I was super curious – Joel told me to wait for him but then he started playing on his stupid guitar and-” he still plays on a guitar. That pulls a little smile on your face. The girl seems like she didn't even notice you and Tommy wants to open his mouth when Ellie seems finally acknowledges your presence.”Fuck, it's you. You're the new person.” Tommy scolds Ellie when she curses but you just grin at her attitude and seemingly “I want to know and also do know everything ” mindset.

“It's okay, Tommy. God knows I curse a lot too. Hi, Ellie.” She seems confused about how you know her name and you've missed talking to kids – God you have missed your job so much, after all, that's how you and Joel met. Sarah broke her leg and when the nurse told him you could finally see them he was more nervous than a mouse being chased by a cat. He was so worried about Sarah that he didn't even notice you ogled him after you were all done with Sarah – but of course, she did. She was a sweet kind and when they left she muttered to her father he should definitely ask you on a date – he just shook his head and told her not to be silly – you were too pretty for him. Turned out you lived close by and from their visit you've started seeing both Sarah and Joel a lot more outside your work. It was you who finally got the courage to ask the hot single dad out – you will never forget how he gaped at you seemingly not trusting his own voice to answer so Sarah quickly jabbed him in the ribs and said that: “he would very much like that” - he was talking her ear off about you even unknowingly so.

“Okay, how the fuck do you know my name and who are you because it seems you and Tommy are big buddies here. Just so you know he has a wife.” She says matter of factly and you think you like this kid a lot – you can see why Joel does too.

Tommy clears his throat. “Ellie, this is Doc.” He says and he doesn't even notices the fact he called you your nickname – you see the way Ellie's brows scrunch up in confusion. “She's a long lost…family.”

“What, are you like their sister? If so you for sure received all the pretty genes – though Joel never said anything about ever having a sister.” She's a lot more talkative than you thought she would be and you think it might be because she finally has a place that she can call home and not worry about stranger danger – at least not that much.

You chuckle. “No I am…” you look at Tommy to see if you can say who you are – though you don't know if Joel still thinks of you as his fiánce – after all, it's been 20 years. He just nods. “ I am Joel's fiánce” You can hear her gasp and say “holy shit!?” - most of the people in the canteen turn their heads to throw her a nasty look. Well, that much at being discreet

“You are Joel's dead fiánce? You don't seem that dead to me.” She mutters that last sentence as she starts inspecting your face and scrunches her nose at you. “You smell.” She states matter of factly and Tommy scolds her once again but you just shrug your shoulders at him.

“It's true, Tommy. No harm in being honest.” If Ellie knows about you it meant she must know about Sarah too and it also must mean Joel talked about you to her. That fact makes your heart build a little faster. Maybe…maybe he still cares about you – logically you know he does, he was a very loyal man back in the days too – but still, it makes your cheeks heat up.

“Joel will lose his mind! You have to see him like right now!” she sounds enthusiastic and you are too – seeing Joel after 20 years? You've been dreaming of this moment for so long…Tommy interrupts your little fantasy – clapping his hands he throws a look at Ellie and smiles at you.

“I think it's for the best if you showered first, Doc As Ellie said you don't smell so fresh and maybe a reunion with your husband would be a lot happier if you don't make his whole house stink, eh?” You regularly nod and when Tommy says you can shower at his Ellie says she will come with you – she asks you a lot of questions about yourself – where you grew up, what did you do before Outbreak, where did the nickname Doc come from – she says you are super cool when you answer her you were pediatrician before everything went to shit. She asks how you and Joel met and you answer her truthfully – you've never liked lying. Tommy just walks next to you and listens – you look at him from the corner of your eyes and see he is thinking – he always has this look on his face – his brows are scrunched and his lips are set in a thin line. Joel has that look too when he thinks about something or concentrates – it was your favorite quirk of his.

The walk is quick and you meet Mariah – she's sweet – she offers you clean clothes and when she closes the door behind you so you can take a shower – you exhale loudly. Knowing that Joel is here and that you will see him made your stomach twist in anticipation. Ellie hangs back downstairs with Mariah and Tommy and you can hear their hushed voices – you are pretty sure that they are talking about you. You want to quickly hop in the shower but when you do it's like heaven on earth – the first spray of hot water hits your sore muscles and you feel yourself start to relax. You haven't had a hot shower since the beginning of the outbreak and you missed it so badly. You try to scrub all of the grime and blood from your skin and hair but it seems like mission impossible and you stay in the shower for far longer than the 10 minutes you said. When you step out of the shower you look at yourself in the mirror – at your face and the bags under your eyes, at your body scattered with scars and the thought of Joel not liking what he will see quickly flashes through your mind but you push it away just as quickly as it came – this was a different world. You wrap the fluffy towel around yourself and sigh in bliss. The clothes Mariah gave you fit you and maybe it's that much of your style – but they are clean and smell like they were just pulled fresh out of the washing machine. When you come down quickly the banter stops between the three of them and you can hear Ellie say that “great, you finally don't look like shit”. She grabs you by the arm and leaves the house – dragging you through the streets of Jackson. She walks quickly for someone so small and you try to keep up with her – the new winter coat you wear is flowing behind you with the speed you are walking.

When you arrive at the house Joel and Ellie live you try to catch your breath muttering that you are not as young as you used to be – Ellie just rolls her eyes and steps on the porch which creaks under her footsteps. You like the house – at least from the outside – you imagined something like that when you planned to move with Sarah and Joel after you two marry.

“So, we are here. Take off your boots when you come in – Joel hates cleaning up the snow I leave behind when I come in and walk in boots through the house.” You nod but then she is pushing you in and you throw her a scared look.

“You are not coming with me?” You hiss and she just shakes her head as if it was the stupidest thing she has ever heard.

“No. Enjoy your time together. I don't want to hear you two fucking.” And then she shuts the doors behind you with a force you didn't even know a little kid could possess. Right after she do you hear a gruffed “Ellie I told you to wait for me we talked about -” he stops mid-sentence and you feel like all of the air in your lungs leaves your body when comes into the view, He looks older – but somehow more handsome then you've last seen him. The grey in his hair suits him, and the patches in his beard are now more prominent than they were before. He looks good – more than good. You don't know what to do or say. The two of you just keep staring at each other – he looks you up and down and you see his breath becoming quicker. You're the first one to break the silence.

“Hi, Joel. Long time no see.” You laugh quietly and the tears in your eyes leave your vision blurred. You're the one who moves first too and you hug him tightly – he changed over the years, he's softer and he doesn't smell like he did back in the days – but there's something about his presence that feels entirely like Joel and you grab onto his plaid shirt – squeezing it in your fists. You don't want to pull away – you never want to leave him again but when you feel him not responding to the hug you slowly pull away and look into his eyes. He's scanning your face and now you see tears in his eyes as well. The weight of his calloused hands is more than welcome and you close your eyes when you feel his thumbs slowly stroke your cheeks. The small escapes your throat and you nod when he quietly – oh, so quietly murmurs - “you are alive.”. You stay like that for a while – both of you don't dare to move in case this was all just a dream. You want to hug him again – to feel him against you but when you try to pull him closer to you he unexpectedly quickly pulls you away. You look at him confused and he wipes his tears away – he doesn't know how to act around you. It's been too long. He buried the memories of you and never wanted them to resurface. The knowledge that you are alive and here right in front of him hits him like a fright train. It scares the fucking shit out of him.

He clears his throat and avoids your gaze when he asks you if you want to sit – you agree hastily - you didn't take off your boots like Ellie said and you contemplate for a flash of a second that maybe you should - when you see the change in his stance and attitude. He's trying to distance himself from you and you don't understand why – wasn't he glad you were here?

You look around the living room. It's spacey and you hate that small painting of deer above the fireplace. You quickly scan the bookshelf and figure most of the books are Ellies. When you sit on the worn-off couch you expect that Joel will sit next to you – but he moves across the room and keeps standing. You are confused and you don't understand – you never expected your reunion to go this way. It stays quiet and you break the silence once again – he never was much of a talker anyway- you and Sarah kept the house full of laughter and it was never quiet thanks to both of you – and he never thought he would miss it that much.

“I met Ellie. She actually dragged me here.” You chuckle but he doesn't respond – this was such a bad idea. He tears your heart apart with his stoic stance and silence and doesn't even know it. But he can't bring himself to speak or move – he worries if he does you will disappear.

“Okay, I guess I will go.” He wants to tell you to stay here with him. But alas nothing comes out of his mouth – though when he sees the ring on your neck he gasps and you throw him a questioning look.

“You-you kept it after all these years.” You are confused but when you see where his gaze is trained you look at your engagement ring and smile. “Yeah, I-uh, I've never stopped thinking about you or Sarah you know.” He sharply inhales, he wants to tell you so much. “And every time I look at it I hear her annoyed voice scolding you on how you proposed.” You snort and he grins softly remembering your light laughter and Sarah's huffing on how un-romantic he was.

“Babe just another five minutes, please.” You grumble and feel him smile against your skin – his patchy beard scratching your neck. His hands squeeze your hips and your breath hitches when you feel his tongue flatten against your pulse point. He hums against your skin and nips at your skin – you try to push him away but he just grins wider and hovers above you.

“You know you said that six times now come on, want to take you somewhere nice. Promise I will make it worth it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle at his antics – he was the one who slept in most of the time – but on days like this – where you feel exhausted from the previous night's session of amazing sex – you feel like you could sleep till afternoon. You slowly kiss the bald spot on his beard and one of your hands sneaks to the band of boxers – he grabs your hand quickly and shakes his head at you.

“Na-ah, won't work on me this time, sweetheart. You can't seduce me.” You just hum and kiss the spot between his shoulder blade and neck – gently scraping your hand through his already tousled hair. His eyes flutter close for a moment and it's now your turn to grin against his skin. You know you won.

“Mmm, I don't know but you left your girlfriend pretty unsatisfied last night.” You try to push the smile off your face when he quickly opens his eyes at your words – you know he never backs down from a challenge.

“Oh?” You hum and finally cup his semi-hard cock in your hand. He grunts and you smile, biting your lip when he slowly puts his fingers inside your panties. “So wet for me already baby, was three orgasms last night not enough for you, mhm?” He asks when he pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp – arching your back and he squeezes one of your breasts – his now hard cock strains against his boxers.

“How do you know I-oh fuck. Didn't fake it?” you grit out when his fingers brush against the spongy spot inside of you – his thumb drawing circles on your clit leisurely. His eyes darken at your question and he hooks the two of his fingers inside of you – it feels too good and all you can do is just moan in pure bliss.

“Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I know. This sweet pussy grips me like a vice when you cum. Guess I need to remind you.” The other hand that was squeezing your tit now goes higher and he strokes your jaw – you grant his access to your mouth and he growls when you bite on his lower lip and your go to the back of your head when he speeds his hand – his tongue sliding into your mouth and when he pulls away you kiss the underside of his jaw.

“Guess you do.” he mumbles something alongside “such a smart mouth” before his hands grab you around your throat and put small pressure on it – you shudder and he just hums when he feels you close. “Gonna cum for me, won't you?” You just nod and when you finally do cum – you bite his shoulder, your nails scraping across his back. He pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in your mouth – you hum around them and push him so he is the one laying on his back.

“I have to return the favor.” You throw him a cheeky look and he just mutters an “oh god” when you pull him out of his boxers – the tip already red and sensitive, leaking precum out of it. "Guess I will have my breakfast early."

An hour later Sarah is already up and grins at you. You bid her a good morning – you try to look presentable – you've already brushed your teeth, changed and you smile at her when you see that she made pancakes.

“Sooo, do you like the ring?” she asks and you stop pouring coffee into Joel's mug. He throws Sarah a quick look of “don't say another word, please” but she ignores him. “You know, the one dad proposed with?” your go slack-jawed and look at Joel who quickly scrambles to his feet from the chair and pulls you to him.

“What is she talking about, Joel? You ask and he uncertainly smiles and bends one knee – you see the little black velvet box and when he opens it you gasp – the ring inside of it is beautiful – simple and elegant and tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh my god, dad. You said you would propose before the sunset.” Joel shrugs his shoulders and keeps his gaze trained on you.

“That was the plan but were… preoccupied.” He grins at the last word and Sarah mutters a quick “gross” but starts looking for that old stupid camera to make wvideo of the proposal– hoping you would say yes. She thought of you almost like a mother and when Joel told her he wanted to marry you she squealed in delight.

“So whad’ya say, sweetheart? Will you marry me? Even though I am proposing in our kitchen and with my pajamas on.” You nod and he lets out a breath of relief – when he stands up you kiss him passionately.

“You won't get rid of me now that easily, Texas.” You whisper against his lips as he wipes your tears away.

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.” You couldn't wait for the new chapter of your life with Joel and Sarah by your side

Joel stays quiet for a long time after your confession and he almost misses you leaving – but he registers the door shutting softly. He falls onto the floor – putting his hand on his heart which seems like it will fall out of his chest any moment- his breath is quick and he can't seem to calm himself down. His ears are ringing and he registers the flow of tears after they fall on his cheeks and into his mouth – the salty flavor of them sits heavy in his mouth – and he wishes he could be man enough and run after you. But he doesn't – he stays sitting up on his living room floor the face of you haunting his mind alongside with the old memories

Tommy was right. Your fiánce was not the person you once knew. Joel seems to be avoiding you because you've been in Jackson for a week now and didn't see him at all. Not that you minded after seeing his enthusiasm – or rather lack of – at seeing you. You try to not think about it that much and throughout the day you occupy yourself – at night you cry a lot – Mariah always comes to your room and shushes you to sleep or if you are talkative that night she lets you talk. It's like having a girls' night but more…depressing. The people in Jackson are nice and you try to help everywhere you can. Whether it be with kids or at the canteen. Helping with sheep or horses – you often go and visit Buckley – he soothes your ongoing nerves. Joel will have to come out of hiding one day. And you are not ready for that. On the other side Ellie seems to hang with you a lot – the day after your meeting with Joel she almost tackled you to the ground when she forcefully asked what did you do to Joel – you have to give it to her, that girl got spirit and an undying loyal heart like the man she is living with. After trying to explain it to her –it was very hard because she thinks Joel can do no wrong really – and you are not saying he did, she gave in pretty easily and started hanging out with you.

You are staying at Tommy for a while – at least before you decide if you will leave which is very unlikely or they will try to find you another accommodation. She comes there every afternoon and brings her science books – you found an anatomical book in the library one day and kept it with you – and you try and teach her the various Latin words or show her where is what on her body – three days ago you two drew a life-sized human and marked bones on it and such. You've met other people too and learned that the shy cowboy's name was Henry – he asked you out and you admired him for his braveness but you told him you are probably closer to his mother's age than to be his girlfriend.

Tommy went and tried talking to Joel too but you both know how stubborn he can be and when you asked him how did it go he just shook his head low and offered you a sad smile. Today you wanted to help an old lady, Mrs.Grempinks - or something like that – with knitting. Her hands were shaking the past few days and she felt sad – you offered her help and she accepted – she doesn't need to know you do not know how to knit at all. At least it will maybe make her feel better that she is not the only one in the room with poor knitting skills. On the way to her, you come across Ellie and she lets out a relieved sigh when she spots you.

“Here you are I've been looking everywhere for you.” she empathizes the word everywhere and starts dragging you with her – where you aren't sure.

“Hey, Ellie. Slow down. Ellie!” you shriek when you figure out where exactly she is dragging you – to her – Joel's- house and you burrow your heels into the snow-covered ground.

“Joel isn't home and I want to show you something really cool – I've been working on it for the past couple of days after you borrowed me your anatomy book.” You want to protest and you turn around in the direction of Mrs. Grempkin's house but you don't have the heart to tell Ellie that you don't have time and Joel is not home and you would leave soon enough anyways – she will just show you her little project and then it's gonna be as if you never even put your foot in the house again. When she pulls you inside she again quickly closes the door behind you and dread overcomes you – oh no she didn't – she shows you the two keys in her hand and you know the other one is Joels. She locked you out.

“I am sorry but both of you are miserable and you have to talk it out!” There is nothing to talk about with Joel – he doesn't need your presence near him, it's been clear and you mouth a quiet “please, Ellie, don't do this” while you jumble with the handle. It's no use and you sigh thumping your forehead against the door. You quietly take your boots off this time and start looking around the house – looking for Joel to tell him what just happened.

You find him in his workshop – it's nice and you stay in the doorway while looking around. You see the various little wooden figures and you find it cute that he found something he can get lost in. The various guitars on the wall peak your interest – you've always loved when he played and his back is still turned on you while he focuses on his woodwork – you enter the room slowly and when you touch one of his guitars a low “hi” echoes throughout the room. His back is turned still but his hands stopped moving and he is sitting still.

“Didn't know you could hear me.” You say and he chuckles lowly.

“I'd be dead by now if I didn't hear someone sneaking up on me.” He says and you hum acknowledgment – when he finally turns to look at you your breath hitched because he is so effortlessly handsome it hurts. You cross your arms around your chest.

“I wasn't sneaking up on you.”

“Sure you weren't.” He throws you a grin and it's different than the last time you talked – or didn't really – to him. He is more relaxed and he actually looks like he doesn't mind seeing you in his house. It's quiet for a while but not that uncomfortable silence that suffocates. You look at one another and you take him all in – his aquiline nose and his full lower lip, his brown eyes and you look at the dip of his neck – licking your lips. It's suddenly too hot in here with the way his gaze burns into you.

“I am sorry.” He offers and you don't understand what for – or you do – you just want him to expand that sentence because you felt like a fool the last time you were here. “I am sorry for the way I reacted but I never thought I'd see you again and when you just appeared in my house I was overwhelmed with emotions I didn't know I could still feel. After Sarah died I-” He chokes and you are in front of him in a blink of a second – cupping his cheeks and he closes his eyes bathing in your gentle touch which he doesn't deserve - or at least he thinks so

“You don't have to tell me anything. Tommy told me and I-I am sorry what happened to Sarah. And everything you've been through, Joel.” You say and he opens his eyes and shakes his head – none of what happened was your fault and you shouldn't be sorry. He was glad you weren't with him when all of it went to shit because you'd probably be here by now. It's easy to be this intimate with him and you bask in the way he lets you touch – you expect him to pull away like last time – but he doesn't. Instead, he brings his lips closer to yours and searches for your gaze which drops when he licks his lower lip.

“I want to kiss you, sweetheart,” he murmurs and your lips are almost – almost touching when he says so. His forehead is pressed up against yours and your hands that were previously holding his face now move behind his neck – your nails scratch the spot behind his ear gently and he closes his eyes – whether in pure bliss or to hold himself back you don't know – though if its the latter you don't want that. “Need to kiss you,” he adds. You just nod your head in agreement – you wanted nothing more than to kiss him the last time you saw him.

“What are you waiting on then, Texas?” You tease and you feel him smile into the kiss – it's just a gentle press of lips – as if he was testing the waters. One of his hands grabs your hip – squeezing it – and the other moves behind your head and pushes you closer – he needs you closer. The wet press of his lips is more urgent now and his tongue licks your lower lip. You grant him access into your mouth and then the kiss becomes more urgent, more passionate, more desperate – Joel was always a good kisser and you always enjoyed just making out with him late at night to some bad movie that was on the TV. The hand on your hip moves lower and he cups your ass – you moan into his mouth and he hums, the other hand now stroking the hinge of your jaw. Your hands scratch his scalp and he almost but purrs – pulling away from you he plants butterfly kisses across your face.

“Bedroom?” The question seems silly – you need him and if you'd be any younger you'd jump his bones right here on the floor. But you are not so you nod and he pecks your lips quickly before he grabs your hand – squeezing your fingers in his – and leads you to his bedroom. When you enter it he closes the door more forcefully than needed and before you have time to look around he is pushing you onto the bed – your back hits the mattress and he grins – he hasn't seen this sight in over 20 years and he is enjoying every second of it. You sit up and pull him by the collar of his shirt. He is quick with it – his mouth on yours again and his hands start exploring your body – they go from your thighs up to your tummy and then higher – he squeezes your tits – you moan and his hands move higher cupping your cheeks tenderly. He pulls away and moves your hair out of your face.

“Need you so badly.” He pants – and you feel just the same. You feel him start undressing you but you want to make this last as long as possible. You push him away and he seems confused before you are pushing him on his back – your sit on his lap and you feel how hard he is under his jeans – you test the waters and grind down on him – your hands on his chest and he really wants to keep his eyes open but the feel of you on him makes him feel like he's fuckin teenager again that will bust his load into his pants any second. “Fuck, gonna make me cum before the real fun even begins and I am not young as I used to be. If that happens I will have to eat you out at least three times.” You grin and bend down to kiss his neck – your tongue leaving hot trails in its wake. He sits up with you and his hands fly to your lower back to support you. He surges forward – his tongue exploring your mouth, mapping your teeth with it and when you feel his hands trying to take your shirt off – you tug him by the hair roughly – his hips bucking up to meet yours as he moans your name brokenly.

“Slow down, baby. Want to appreciate you.” You push his chest so he will be laying again – he wants to protest but you put one of your fingers to his lips. The look he gives you is downright sinful before he is sucking it into his mouth – his teeth nipping it and you can't look away from his advances. His tongue peaks out and you feel the way he swirls it around your digit just like used to when he ate you out. You moan brokenly and put another one there and he bites into them softly. The small butterfly kisses you leave on his scar from his suicide attempt makes him drop your fingers from his mouth as he groans loudly – he feels so fucking appreciated and loved at this moment that it makes his head dizzy. “Need to see you, baby. Sit up.” He does and you unbutton his shirt slowly one by one while he kisses your jaw and your neck – sucking at it once in a while his tongue flattens out against your pulse point where he leaves a mark.

“Fuck, want you to take your shirt off too.” You don't have time to comply before he is pulling it over your head and you are not wearing any bra – the one Mariah gave you did not fit you – and he immediately reaches for them. He pinches one of your nipples while he sucks on your other one and you throw your head back – it always felt this good with him. Sex with him was easy and he was a generous lover. The only man that had ever made you cum. When pulls away he frowns when he sees the deep red scar close to your heart.

“Someone stabbed me but as you can see I am alive and well. Don't worry about it, We all have our own scars.” Your thumb slides across the one next to his temple and he nods – he is angry at himself though. Maybe if he was with you it wouldn't happen. Maybe if he'd try to look for you harder. Maybe…”Hey, Joel. You still with me?” You stroke his bicep and he nods before you peck him gently. “Strip out of these, will you? Want to suck your dick.” You pat his jeans-clad thigh and his jaw rocks forward. You sit on the bed and he makes quick work of his jeans and his boxer – his cock is bobbing with need and you open your mouth awaiting.

The first lick sends him into overdrive and he grips your hair and tries telling you to take him deeper – just a little bit deeper. You drool and the spit starts to cover his balls – it's messy and the sounds he makes sound like straight up from porn. His head is thrown back and he gets lost in the feel of you – your mouth – and he can't believe you are here with him. He feels his balls pull up tighter and he pulls it out quickly before he is bending down to kiss you – he doesn't register the surprised sound you make when he pushes his tongue almost all the way back down your throat.

You taste like him because you are his, his, his and the growing need he has for you makes him almost rip your new pants before he is working his fingers inside of you – the familiar wetness and tightness make him feel like he is 30 again – and you cry out. He drills into you and snarls when your nails dig into his forearm, his nose bumps against yours and he wants to kiss you but he concentrates on making you cum because he wants to be inside of you. To mark you as his. His to kiss and hiss to make you cum and his to love and his, his, his. He searches for that spot and his other hand sneaks onto your inner thigh – when he finds it – he can hear it from the high-pitched moan that you let out. He smacks you onto your inner thigh and you jump forward and try to get away from him. It's too much – his fingers, his groans and talks and his tongue that find its way into your mouth. He's too much and he can feel you are almost there – almost. He grabs your throat and his eyes watch your Adam's apple bob – his thumb putting slight pressure on it. The squelching sounds of your pussy make him double his efforts and he can feel you getting closer and closer with every pass of his fingers through your walls – your pleas echoing through the room. He knows you need more and he grins menacingly when he sees how your pussy glistens with your juices and soak his hand.

“Fuck, sweetheart look at you. Soaking me. You want to cum?” He knows you do and he is downright cruel when he slows down and you sob because you want to cum – you nod and he is not happy with that – swatting you against your inner thigh once again before repeating that question.

“Yes, yes, Joel! I want to cum, please make me cum!” You feel on a verge of tears and he kisses you softly before he continues his previous efforts – his thumb now circling your clit and it's the additional stimulation you needed. He curses when he feels you squeeing him and he works you through it – your vision goes white and all you can think about is Joel and how good he is – before you come back down and he is still working his way inside of you and suddenly its too much – you try to push him away but the hand on your thigh just grips you harder – the blunt nails of his digging into your thigh.

“Please, Joel, Too much, it's too much!” You cry out but it's like he can't hear you and he bites your lower lip, his fingers never stopping and you can feel him pulling another orgasm out of you – you can feel him grin against your mouth and murmuring “that's it, such a good girl for me, sweetheart” before you are cuming again. Your legs shake and the moans you let out die down when he puts his coated fingers of your cum in your mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your head – he is kissing you and then telling you to “share with him” and it's so fucking nasty – a string of saliva connecting you both before he is wiping his mouth. You are sedated and when he reaches for something in his bedside table you don't really care. The sound of foil tearing makes you open your eyes and you see how he pulls the condom on his dick before he is crawling to you.

“Come on, sweetheart. You gonna ride me.” He says and you don't feel like you have that much of a choice – he is pulling you on top of him and before you know it he notches the head of his dick between your folds. You grab the base of him and slowly sink down on him – you forgot how fucking thick and big he was and you need a moment before you start moving. Your muscles are sore and your throat is dried up from all the moaning and screaming but when you look down to see Joel's blissed-out expression – you start to move slowly. He lets you ride him at your own pace – you are the one in control now and he's here only for the right. He strokes his thumbs o your sides and then opens his eyes he feels like he will come right there and then. Your tits bounce with every pass of his cock against your walls and the way your head is thrown back and your throat on full display – his fingers twitch as he has the urge to bring you by your throat and kiss you.

The leisurely pace only lasts for a while before you can feel another orgasm build inside of you – the hair on the base of his cock scratch your clit deliciously. You dig your nails into his shoulders – one of your hands grabbing his jaw when you kiss him – he lets you and his hands move from your hips to your ass – squeezing the flash in his palms. You moan when you feel one of his hands sneak toward your clit but you push him away – breaking from the kiss.

“I am the one that is now in control, Texas.” The smirk you give him makes his cock twitch and he nods – his Adam's apple bobbing when he gulps and you til his chin up as you sink your teeth gently into it. He holds onto you tighter – your pace unfaltering and he wants to cum – needs to – but not before you. His heels dig into the mattress and you pull back to stop moving as your hips start to sway in a figure of eight. It does nothing for him and he whines – whines – in protest. You tell him to “shut up” because you are so so fucking close and that's when he grits his teeth together – his patience runs thin. His hands grab the chain with his ring on it – the only thing you are wearing – and he pulls you towards him by it. The look you throw him is absolutely wrecked and when you are close to his mouth – you need to kiss him, want to taste him – he pulls his head away from you to put the ring between his teeth. That alone almost makes you cum and you can't look away from him – even when he grabs you by the flash of your ass – and start sinking you down on him. You are completely mesmerized by the ring in his mouth and before you know it you are cuming – he slaps your ass when you do and you jolt forward – the ring falling from his mouth when he tangles his tongue with yours.

He fucks you through it and he sits up – his heels planting into the mattress so he can chase his own orgasm – he puts the ring into your mouth now and if he could he would take a picture of you like this – his ring between your teeth while he fucks you silly and your gorgeous body putty in his hands. His balls slap against the meat of your thighs and he puts his forehead on your chest – you can feel the small droplets of his sweat roll down his forehead. He pants and you know he is close – his pace now frantic as he kisses your chest. His lips make their way to your throat and every pass of his cock makes your walls twitch. You feel every vein of his and the head of him pushes against your g-spot. You start meeting his thrusts – pulling him closer to your neck as the only thing he can now do is groan and whine. He can feel your quick pulse and the way your fingers tangle in his locks as you tug him by it – you are overstimulated but he doesn't want this to stop. Never wants this to stop.

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum in me,” You whine and he shakes his head – he doesn’t want to, he doesn't, he doesn't…and then he is cumming as he empties his seed into the condom. He thrusts up at you a few times as he pushes himself through the afer shocks – you can feel him twitch in you before his body goes limp and you fall on him. He strokes your shoulder blades and you listen to his slowing heartbeat – your fingers drawing little hearts on his chest. He slowly pulls out of you and grips the condom by the base of it to tie it off and he throws it into the trash can next to his bed. He pulls you closer to him and you hum – slowly drifting off to sleep exhausted and worn out.

“Love you, Joel.” You say against his neck when you kiss him there and his heart swells up at your confession. He unclasps the chain from your neck and pulls the ring on your finger as he admires it.

“Love you too, baby.” You almost don't hear him when he whispers it against your lips – but you don't need him to say it – after all Joel is a man of actions and not words. And you are perfectly fine with that.

[stillresolved]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: ferre :)

PRONOUNS?: they / them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: tumblr ims for newcomers, discord for friends/longtime writing partners!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: rn aeri's taken over, but on here, it rotates fairly often; i also always have brainrot for suki & patrick ♡

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: 9-10 years? i started in the shitty ims of quizilla, didn't realize this is something ppl actually did as a hobby for another year before i moved to tumblr. i believe i was on-and-off for about four years before in 2018, i made calum, where the hobby became more permanent, took a year long break and then came back in 2021....u're all stuck with me for life now :)

BEST EXPERIENCE?: THE PLOTTED GROUP VERSES I HAVE WITH THE PPL :'D from the thg verse to the crime verse AND NOW!! the celebrity verse i never thought i'd get to write and plot such intricate ideas with my partners, so it makes me SO HAPPY and thankful to have stuck around here all this time; also whatever's going on with suki & her co-workers i'm in, i love it

RP PET PEEVES?: admittedly, a lot :'D but moving blogs has helped with getting away from constantly encountering these pet peeves :D if i have to name one then recently i've been getting turned off by ppl who are always their soapboxes lecturing about rp. they talk about how rp should be and how people should interact with one another, but most of the time? i hardly see them practice what they preach. if you want quality partners, you have to be one first- that's how you find ur people :/ also excessive, consistent saltiness- i get uncomfortable.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: i don't really care, just as long as there's character/relationship development going on. that being said- if you want pain that will make u yell at me in the dms, hit me up ♡ ( i have references :DD )

PLOTS OR MEMES?: honestly plots all the way, but i'm also very picky with who i plot with in-depth, so memes are good ways to break the ice.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: i tend to match my partners so most of the time my replies end up on the longer side...that being said, i am always down for shorter threads, it's a good exercise in brevity.

TIME TO WRITE?: recently it's been more on the weekends as i have solo writing projects i work on during the week although i do tend to hold onto completed replies/memes so that i can mass post them when i have a few more completed.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: NAH, one thing that's been making me happier these days is that i'm starting?? to branch out a bit more from the good beans i'm accustomed to writing....when it comes to portraying my characters, my goal isn't to make them do the right thing so much as do the most interesting ic thing ♡

tagged by: i stole it ♡ tagging: @geaesaekki @mythvoiced @velvetineblue @theimpalpable ( for when you've finished renovating :D ) @bloodxhound @byanyan @crue1 @irrwicht and you! stealing is acceptable in this house :D

[9haharharley1]

Hi! Your blog is amazing, and so is your writing! I’m a brand new newbie to the Rise of Guardians / Blackice fandom, and I’m OBSESSED 😂 anyways, maybe you could help a newbie out? What are the best fics to read? The best blogs to follow? Sorry if this is a lot, I just absolutely adore this fandom/ship!

Aw, thank you! Welcome to our little slice of fandom! Please enjoy your stay!

For blogs, definitely check out Gilly and Bunnimew's blogs, they have some lovely work both in art and fic! Here are some authors on AO3 you should definitely comb through:

Gilly

LinesAndColors

XinriaRouge

ChibisUnleased

KamuiWithFangs

not_poignant

And since you asked and I haven't had the opportunity to gush about my favorite fics, here they are:

How to Love Fear - This is it. This is the fic that dragged me kicking and screaming into this fandom. I love it so much and have read it so many times. Jack is given a mission by MiM to go into Pitch's lair to offer reform, but Pitch is not having it. Jack, now stuck in the dark with the Boogieman has to convince back into the light or take his place as the new Nightmare King. All the while, memories of a life he doesn't remember start to resurface and Pitch has something to do with it. Its a WIP, but definitely worth the read!

Black Ice - If How to Love Fear dragged me in, this one is what convinced me to stay. Jack finds Pitch one Halloween night and agrees to help him find his true center and a new way to use fear. What follows is a slow-burn, sci-fi fantasy epic that I finished in less than three days because it was so compelling! Complete.

Baddest Boy of Them All - A blackice Megamind AU where Pitch comes to Earth as a baby is not raised by the best of standards, ultimately deciding that if they're gonna treat him like a bad guy, he might as well be the bad guy. Jack becomes his favorite hostage. WIP, but updated regularly.

Rocks Give Way to Rain - The slowest of slow burns and mysteries and I am dying to see it's completion! It's long, it's epic, Jack has a much shadier past than we've been led to believe, and there's something up with Pitch and his shadows and Jack is determined to help out. WIP, absolutely a must-read.

Evil Boyfriends - If dark!Jack is your thing, this is the series for you! Pitch finds Jack long before the Guardians get him and Jack sticks around, compounding in a dangerously co-dependent relationship. Not what I would actually consider dark!Jack, but he's definitely not on the side of the Guardians. Complete.

Finding a Home for the Holidays - Some Doublemint Oreo goodness, wherein Jack finally has people to spend the holidays with. Fluff, smut, and angst all in one place! Complete.

Hold My Tea and Watch This and Why is the Tea Always Gone - An epic romp of Pitch and Jack discovering how much they need each other while a dark force awakens to threaten the world. Complete.

Shattered Pieces - Gilly's WIP that is currently driving me insane with heartbreak! Twenty years after the events of the movie, Jack is struggling to open up to his friends. When Jamie loses his belief, Jack is left struggling to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart, but Pitch is there to help. Updated regularly.

In Another Time - You want angst? You want tragedy? You want your heart ripped out and stomped on the floor? Then do I have a story for you! In the ongoing war against the Dream Pirates, Fearlings, and Nightmare Men, General Kozmotis Pitchiner already has enough on his plate without dealing with a trouble-making Jackson Overland. Perhaps, it would have been better to kick him out when he had the chance, but growing attached to young Private instead seemed so much more desirable at the time. Complete.

Strange Magic - Strange Magic AU wherein Prince Jack overhears a plot to use a love potion on the Dark Forest King Pitch and decides that that's a bad idea. The fastest of burns and I am here for every second of it! Complete.

I know I'm missing a bunch, but this is what I got right now just skimming through my bookmarks. There's so much more on my read later list, but this is a good start if you're looking for multi-chapter fics! Reader beware though, all of these feature smut at some point.

[ghosthalfa]

「 GET TO KNOW YOUR RP PARTNER! 」

( repost, please don’t reblog )

「BASICS」

▐ NAME: perseus (percy) ▐ PRONOUNS: any ▐ SEXUALITY: girls! ▐ TAKEN OR SINGLE: single ▐ FIVE FACTS:

i really love animals! in my life i've owned cats, dogs, turtles, lizards (bearded dragons and skinks), snakes, hedgehogs, hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs, fish, frogs, snails, tarantulas, ducks, chickens, lovebirds, and parakeets. currently i own several dogs, two cats, a turtle, three ball pythons, a boa constrictor, and a brazilian rainbow boa. ask me about them if you want to see 8 billion pictures.

throughout my childhood and adult life i've lived in five different states, all up and down the east coast! despite this though i have never visited a state outside of the east united states.

archery is a big hobby of mine, even if i don't have nearly as much time to do it right now. i started out using a child's fiberglass compound when i was a kid, but grew out of it within a couple years and now use a wooden recurve bow. it's for this reason that actors holding bows incorrectly in movies makes me go on unhinged rants, sorry anyone who's friends with me.

i'm a big dnd player! i started out playing with friends i met in the rp scene (shoutout to mod mimosa you a real one) and now have a dedicated in-person group with my friends who play weekly or bi-weekly. and despite always saying dnd we actually play mostly pathfinder, mostly 1st edition but we've been dipping our toes into 2e recently. pls ask me about my characters i would die for them.

i'm like. a huge nerd, traditionally speaking. i am a fountain of useful or useless information about comic books and stars wars. i've been following both marvel and dc comics since i was in middle school, and in high school i added star wars to my list of nerd obsessions. the batfam and young avengers are beloved to me, and my favorite star wars characters are ezra bridger, ahsoka tano, and cal kestis!

「EXPERIENCE」

▐ HOW LONG (YEARS/MONTHS): 13-ish years? give or take? maybe a little longer even, i'm not 100% sure ▐ PLATFORMS USED: mostly tumblr, but i started out forum rp'ing on a super old website. i've dabbled a little in discord rp'ing but it didn't really stick ▐ BEST EXPERIENCE: oh geeze uhhh. it's really hard to pick when you've been at it so long. tbh tho if anyone was in aod at the time and remembers, the gnome wars really stuck in my head. i don't think i'd ever had so much fun roleplaying before, it gave me such great and super fond memories

「MUSE PREFERENCES」

▐ MALE/FEMALE/OTHER: i tend to have mostly male muses, but when i do muse a female character i cherish her a lot ▐ FAVORITE FACECLAIM: i've never really needed one before. if i'm doing a mun post i just kind of scroll through my icons and pick a sacrifice ▐ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: i'm not one for smut at all, but i do very much enjoy angst. fluff is also good but i'm a sucker for angst in general

▐ PLOTS OR MEMES: plots! memes are nice but they can burn me out if i do too many of them. that's why i tend to only participate in meme day once every couple of weeks or so ▐ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long replies bc i'm apparently not capable of controlling myself or my writing. i like short replies too but it seems no matter what i do they turn into long replies eventually ▐ BEST TIME TO WRITE: at night in my room, with a show (a lot of times from the muse i'm writing for) playing in the bg for white noise ▐ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: sometimes yes sometimes no. i definitely feel like i have a type, but also a lot of times i wildly veer off from it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it really depends

[helldustedstories]

NAME?: Mal

PRONOUNS?: They / them

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Stolas, Husk, Lucifer, Echo

RP PET PEEVES?: People trying to control what other people do on their own blogs. Setting your own boundaries is fine, but expecting literally everyone to constantly cater to you while you don't also curate your own space rubs me a bit the wrong way. (This is not in regards to, like, accessibility, but "I don't like smut, so therefore no one around me should write it at all, even if it's properly tagged and can be blocked.")

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: Oh my god, um. 11 years on tumblr, but I actually started with pen and paper before I fully even know what roleplay WAS.....so, my GOD, probably, like....21 years ago? That's insane, wow.

EXPERIENCE?: Pen and paper, proboards, jcink, invisionfree, livejournal, tumblr (obviously). I was a mod on a lot of different forums before I came over here.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: Yes! All of the above! I love all of them for different reasons, to be quite honest; they all allow me to explore so many different facets of characters, especially in this fandom, tbh. I used to be super embarrassed about writing smut (there was a whole THING about that that's its whole own post really), but I'm a lot more chill now. Though I am still an awkward demi bean. ^^

PLOTS OR MEMES?: Memes are great for getting things started! I'm definitely down for plotting too, especially throwing ideas back and forth and world-building together, but I definitely get wanting to just jump write in and start exploring right away.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Oh man, I am a chronic long-replier. I tend to get stuck in internal monologue and end up just going OFF, especially if I'm particularly feral at that moment in time. I try to write short things, but they usually become long, and for that I apologize.

TIME TO WRITE?: Usually in the evenings, after work. Though on weekends I become a night owl and end up staying up until ungodly hours because I get motivated instead of sleeping.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: HA, I was just talking to Missa about this, about how I, an awkward person on the ace spectrum, am playing several characters with robust, kinky sex lives, and I'm just like "my god, I hope I'm writing this well because I do not know what I'm doing." I definitely feel like there are aspects of each of my muses that I connect with: for Stolas, we share a lot of similar-ish family trauma, there's the depression, the anxiety, the longing to be loved; Husk -- being prickly to keep people from getting close because if people get to close then you care too much and can get hurt; Charlie -- the desire to believe that people are good and can change for the better (along with rampant untreated ADHD); Lucifer -- depression and a jaded outlook on life, plus a boatload of religious trauma / daddy issues......you get the picture.

Tagged by: @fizzarollitm Tagging: @hzbinsouled, @madefate, @fearedelight, @yieldingdreams and anyone who wants to Do The Thing!

[silverinerivers]

20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @chubsthehamster, thank you friend! I am feeling alive and have some time (as in I am procrastinating) so why not!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

91 on my main, 32 on my short works acct!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

748,078

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly anime/manga fandoms, but I hop around based on my current interests. My top fandoms by work count are tower of god, hxh, and sk8, but I've mostly been stuck in bsd hell since last year so until that gets under control that's where I'll be!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I actually stopped checking stats (like got a skin so I can't see it unless I go to my stats page) so yeah! let's go with my top 5 fav fics right now instead!

backsliding: bllk, nagireo, 4k, rated t. exes fake dating in front of their friends to avoid having to talk about why they broke up, AGAIN. it's so fun!

Collateral Damage: hxh, killugon, 9k, rated t. aka when Bisky said to Killua “you can’t stay with Gon”, but for real. aka my heart broke writing this goddamn it.

Inevitably; daiya, miyumei, 30k, rated e. my love letter and ship manifesto for miyumei through canon. you know when writers say they wrote in a trance fugue state fueled by love and lack of sleep? this was me. loved every moment!

you're my mortal flaw (and I'm your fatal sin): yuumori, sherliam, 17k, rated m. the hunger games sherliam au of my dreams. this was an absolute joy to write all my fav parts of the hunger games au without having to learn how to write action. vibes and feelings only!!!

you are the magic in me: tog, khunbam, 60k, rated m. the hogwarts au that got me through the pandemic and fully back into fandom after a long hiatus. this will always have such a soft spot in my heart. it gave me so much joy to write and led me to meet so many amazing fandom friends, for which I will always be grateful <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try my hardest to reply to every one. I'm a lot slower now than I used to be, but I do treasure them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it's ironic that people knew me for fluff and now I don't know how to write fluff and have to pick between MULTIPLE angsty fics. Probably Collateral Damage right now, since it made ME feel bad writing it ;-;

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think you are the magic in me or skyfall were both pretty long fics with a well-deserved happy ending that I knew I wanted the characters to have!

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I've gotten a bit here and there, mostly on my e-rated fics when I venture into more 'problematic' categories. It sucks, but I'm less affected by it now than I used to be.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah, once that door was opened there was no closing it back up haha. Honestly, it's pretty fun when I'm in the mood to write it, especially shorter scenes where I can just turn my brain off a little.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a short crossover called What a Steal on my alt account where Gojo and Reigen meet and Gojo tries to recruit Mob. I don't think I have enough brainpower to map out a true crossover but this short one was fun :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so, and I hope it stays that way!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have a few! Not all of them were completed, but I always find it touching that people took the time to start! Same goes for podfics and art, just so touching <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've done a collab once where the general plot was mapped out per chapter and we had 6 authors and 6 artists where each of us got to craft a chapter! It was called Infinite Road where Reki & Langa travel across Canada together and it was ultra sweet and fun. Fandom is so amazing and I was honoured to be invited into this labour of love.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

ouch. ouch ouch ouch. This is too hard. BUT if I had to pick one ship that encapsulates everything I want in a ship though, it would have to be Mark/Eduardo from The Social Network. I have yet to find another ship that has so much potential on all fronts and go through the full spectrum of human emotion depending on which era you put them in. Also that fandom still has the best fic I've ever read, hands down, even if a lot of it has been wiped from the internet, it lives in my head rent free - truly foundational, lifechanging shit.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

the guilt. the guilllt. I have a ton of khunbam WIPs lying in a graveyard that I don't even want to open up again because I'd feel bad. I also really wanted to finish the miyumei royalty AU of my dreams, and I even outlined it, but it got outrageous and the fandom is pretty tiny so unfortunately I lost motivation :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say exploring character! It's the main reason I read/write fic and am in fandom in general. Make me fall in love with a character and you've got me for life.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Having a coherent plot, action scenes, finding balance between too much or no dialogue, transitions... def more where that's from and that's okay! I know what I'm not good at, and if I had the time I'd think more on how to improve. But now I just think hey, it's a precious hobby of mine and instead of working on my weaknesses, I'll just ignore them and write the way I like to write :D

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think I'm confident in doing much more than a word or two in Japanese lol personally. I think it can be done artfully and I love it when it's pulled off well!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Card Captor Sakura I think! At least published and not like, just in my head. It's on FFN somewhere, I pretend it doesn't exist, as with the rest of my FFN stuff.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

It'll probably be you are the magic in me for a long time, but these days I still think of when and how I'll finish silence strikes like a hurricane. Can't believe I broke my rule about posting an unfinished multichapter WIP. I have an ending but no clue how to get there. oopsies.

Tagging: @lorilanda, @jusalilweird, @aikotters <3

[sierra6x]

get to know the author.

NAME: zed. sometimes kay, it's what i went by when i first joined the indie rpc, so if old mutuals and friends call me that (because they know me by it) i don't mind. PRONOUNS: she/her. if you call me they i don't mind. PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tumblr im's. i give out my discord to people i'm super comfortable with or know decently well. i've had bad experiences. NAME OF YOUR MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): sierra six. EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): i always wrote when i was a kid. i started writing on aol e-mail lol with other people. i was maybe ... 9? and i'll be 33 in a few days? so 24 years. PLATFORMS YOU'VE USED: aol e-mail, aim, neopets, myspace, roleplayer.me, sitemodel, tumblr. some forums here and there but it never stuck. BEST EXPERIENCE: i met my very best friend in a tumblr group rp like 10+ years ago. i've met some fabulous people and made some fabulous characters that have really define my writing. RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: there's a lot, in my old age. top of the list are people who "write" popular canon muses and just gather names as popularity. there's no actual writing on their blog, save for one-liners they never reply to after one or two posts, and they're all about the aesthetic. they're usually the people with the 10x10 pixel icons that have such a deep fried psd on them that colonel sanders is considering suing them for the recipe. FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: angst, if i had to choose only one. but i like them all within reason. fluff is kind of hard on six (unless you're chris and you throw claire at me) but not impossible. smut is something that comes with planning and an understanding that six isn't a wildly sexual man && tends to run the slowburn division. (and you say: but zed, you have a smut thread right now! // and i say: yes, but mari and i planned the background for the muses and i could hard map out for you their relationship prior to that thread. also it wasn't planned.) PLOTS OR MEMES: both. memes are a good ice breaker, and a good way to introduce more plots, potentially. plotting once we know kind of where we want to go. a few years ago there was a renaissance on tumblr where people who plotted decided collectively to put the onus of work on the other person and i tapped out of all of my plotting spoons then. so i need memes to break the ice. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: any is fine but i tend to get really wordy as i get into a thread and the mindset of the muse. i'm not fond of one-liners. BEST TIME TO WRITE: when u have muse, my dude. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: i wish i was even remotely like sierra six. alas i am not r.yan g.osling. (wouldn't it be really funny if i was, though? like, just secretly r.yan g.osling??)

[ensnchekov-a]

Get to know the author!

name : red, niza, hell you could even call me pavel if you wanted to idgaf. i'll respond to any name so long as i know it's me whose attention you're trying to get. pronouns :  i take any pronouns tbh. preference of communication : disco. even if it takes me some time to see it or respond, i'm always on there. most active muse :  pasha. experience / how many years :  what, fifteen years now? give or take? idk man. best experience : the people i've met and the stories / worlds we've weaved, hands-down. i've met people through rp who are some of the most dear people to me irl and i'm so happy to have met them through this little hobby that i don't tell anyone else irl about that i'm into. i've got inside jokes for days from old rps that i'll take to my grave. i've (i think) grown as a writer so much even in just my short return to tumblr and keep meeting more great people. rp pet peeves : right now, definitely this new editor (it counts). people who remake their blog every week because i just can't keep up with that. 40x40 icons with a border that has 1800 things going on because i end up looking at the border and don't know where the actual fc icon is. they're usually pretty as fuck, don't get me wrong, but it detracts from what the icon's really meant to be used for imo. fluff, angst, or smut : i'm going to have to go with angst/drama. usually because it's part of something very multi-faceted and deep and wild that forces me to push my muse and explore them in greater depth. fluff i can handle for a while, but it often has little plot on its own and i prefer it as an add-on to something else that's happening, or maybe it's advancing relationships/the plot somehow. i love to talk about the smutty side of relationships/dynamics, but i'm not confident in writing it, plus where pav's concerned, not sure how much i'd really ever be in the position to have to worry about that anyway. plots or memes : memes are a hell of a lot of fun and they definitely kickstart interactions (says me who never really reblogs memes ever), but i've learned i prefer plotting, no question. i get invested in plotted memes and having even some sort of path and knowledge of what i'm working with really helps me expand on this world that's being created in a way i can't with just winging it without feeling like i'm taking control or overstepping or what have you. plus, plots allow me to go fuck-all wild and really chat and have a good time with the other mun. long or short replies :  i am going to say long because i cannot keep my replies short. i always end up getting carried away and saying too much, whether it's internal thoughts, actions, or describing a setting. time to write: honestly, anytime the inspiration strikes. sometimes that is early, sometimes it's at 0300. i have no set time where i sit down and say now i write!! though i do find that i have the most inspiration when i am in places i don't want to be. for example, i think i write some of my best replies on mobile when i'm stuck at my desk at work. are you like your muse : hmmm in some ways. much like pav, i do actually love to learn and i hate not knowing things (though my memory is nowhere near as good as his, so i forget things quite often.) i also have a very strained relationship with my dad, but for different reasons.

tagged by: @transcendcnce, @nebulaties, @my-timing-is-digital, & @gnosticpriesthood (ta you guys!) tagging: you! over there!

[diresang]

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier !

BASICS.

♡ NAME: raven ♡ PRONOUNS: she/ they/ he, i use em all babey ♡ SEXUALITY: full demi ♡ TAKEN OR SINGLE: uhhh complicated

THREE FACTS.

♡ i'm a tarot reader ! i own about five decks now. i haven't been able to do it in a while because i've been busy with school and work, but my intuition is something i can pride myself in. ♡ sorta alongside the tarot reading, i am pagan and i worship loki. i haven't been able to do full on rituals like i want to, but i continue to leave offerings on his altar and do devotional acts. ♡ i stream on twitch sometimes ! another thing i haven't been able to do because of work and school, but still on my list of hobbies.

EXPERIENCE.

♡ HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): i was on the internet far too young and started rping in chat rooms at around 9 to 10 yrs old. so, i've been about it about 13 to 14 years now. what was i rping you ask? wolves. i was rping as a wolf. ♡ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, discord, skype, msparp, deviantart, blogs made by me & my friends on webs, chatrooms. my heaviest rp scene was deviantart, however. i'm a lot newer to tumblr's rp, and i've been on and off with it for years but i've stuck around for a while now. ♡ BEST EXPERIENCE: i've never had a bad experience that i can remember. i guess the best experiences would be all the friend groups i created and the rp groups we had. unfortunately, they all drifted away after a while. i'm only in contact with a few of the people i used to rp with WAYYY back in the day.

MUSE PREFERENCES.

♡ FEMALE OR MALE: male, but i do have female muses. my male muses just usually end up more popular. ♡ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: all of it ! i think that overall i'm more angsty when it comes to writing and ideas, though. ♡ PLOTS OR MEMES: i'm so awful at plotting, please just send me memes. especially when we're first interacting. if it's like, plotting OFF a meme that's so cool and awesome. but me ? outright plotting ? very rare. ♡ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long for sure. shorter replies like one-liners are usually saved for silliness. ♡ BEST TIME TO WRITE: i can write at any time really, but i usually end up writing in the afternoon/evenings because of work. ♡ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i want to say no but my friends always find a way to prove me wrong every time. i do let certain aspects of my personality effect my muses sometimes, or use parts of my life/things i've experienced to influence them. right now, i keep getting that i'm like husk and it's a punch to my head every time.

tagged by: no one i STOLE it tagging: whoever wanna idc

[amchara]

Baby Group - Jessa / Herongraystairs Family ficlet

Tessa, Jem and Kit all take turns taking Mina to the local baby group in Devon. Pure fluff (okay, tiny bit of angst in Tessa's section but it's mostly fluff!)

Tessa paused as she finished buckling Mina into her sling. The building in front of her was unassuming, a low white wood-sided structure, covered by a green roof. There were children’s handprints and rainbow decorations taped to the windows. She could feel Mina’s tiny, reassuring weight in front of her, as her daughter wiggled and let out a couple of happy baaa baa da’s as Tessa jiggled her, trying to weigh up whether she really wanted to go in.

‘Newton Abbey Surestart Centre’ read the colourful sign beside the wide path, leading up to sliding doors.

A couple of other women walked past her, chatting and pushing buggies that looked more like mini-cars, given all the bells and whistles attached. They didn’t pay any attention to her and Mina.

“First time?” A voice came from behind her. Tessa turned and saw a young, red-haired woman, who was smiling at her as she wrestled a chubby baby with similar hair into a smaller buggy.

“Yes,” Tessa said, and remembering her manners, gestured to herself and to a now-quiet Mina, who was taking it all in with wide, dark eyes. “I’m Tessa Carstairs and this is Mina.”

“Gemma Sampson and this is Charlee,” said the other woman cheerfully. “You have the right way of doing it,” she continued, pointing to Tessa’s sling. “I don’t know why I bother with all this baby shit,” she said, rolling her brown eyes and crinkling up her nose, as she pointed to her overflowing baby bag and packed buggy.

“I- uh, I tend to travel light,” Tessa said, but internally she cursed. Should she have brought more? Maybe she should go grab the extra nappy and wipes out of the backseat, just to show she was prepared? Mina was usually happy just observing the world, rather than being occupied by toys and Tessa was still breastfeeding her so they usually travelled with minimal supplies.

But Tessa had not done the baby thing in over a hundred years and she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. She wondered again, if this had been the best idea- but Jem had suggested if they were settling in at Cirenworth long-term they should probably try to integrate themselves into the community. Especially as they no longer had the monumental task of finding the lost Herondale, and they wanted to encourage Kit to find his own friends. It would be best to take their own advice, Jem had suggested, a small laugh erupting from him as Tessa had asked if he was about to join the local cricket team or the small village choir. “The choir, probably-” Jem had said, winking at her. “But maybe the local woodworking shop too.”

Gemma slid around Tessa with her buggy and gave a friendly nod. “Come on, love- they only let us in for the hour and then they kick us out. You want to get your money’s worth.”

“Isn’t it free?” Tessa muttered under her breath but she followed Gemma in, giving her name and Mina’s to the bored teenager at the door.

“She’s gorgeous,” the health visitor - who Tessa had been told was also a nurse - looked admiringly at Mina. Tessa relaxed fractionally. “Thank you. She takes after her dad,” she said, the smile growing on her face. Mina gurgled curiously and reached out for the rattle that the woman was holding out. She shook it happily.

“Is she your first?” the nurse asked, casually.

Tessa froze. She took a deep breath.

“No. I had two other children. James and Lucie. They… they’re not around,” she said and hated how her voice shook faintly. Normally it didn’t sting this much, the thought of her precious James and bubbly Lucie. But in this homely, warm place with the babble of babies’ voices and happy, smiling parents watching them, it hit her unexpectedly.

Tessa could see the nurse’s eyes sharply assess Tessa, taking in her youthful face but also, Tessa hoped, her smart denim skirt, yellow flowered collared shirt and the image that Tessa wanted her to see. “I see,” she said but noting the look on Tessa’s face she didn’t ask any further questions. She wrote some scribbles down on her pad, smiling politely and told Tessa to enjoy the centre.

As she walked away, Tessa cast a small spell to dislodge the note, which dropped to the floor beside her and Mina. She read: ‘children? x2 possible dec. or child servs?’ and her stomach dropped as she crumpled it in her hand. She followed up and cast a quick memory spell on the woman to also make her forget the last two minutes of their conversation. Maybe this had been a mistake… she thought, and when she looked up again, she could see Gemma had settled beside her and Mina, Charlee shaking a plastic tambourine in Gemma’s arms..

“They’re old busybodies,” Gemma announced, jerking her head at the health visitor. Tessa smiled wryly. The woman was maybe thirty at most.

“But also- you don’t have to engage with them to use the centre,” she said frankly. “It’s not a requirement.” She looked directly at Tessa and her look softened. “I’m sorry about your children though- it must be tough to be a warlock and have to watch them grow old.”

Tessa thought she was good at schooling her face to remain neutral, after so many years but Gemma just let out a small laugh and she let her eyes flash amber briefly. And Tessa relaxed, realising Gemma was a werewolf.

“We have a small group of Downworlders here at baby group,” Gemma said and she pointed to a small group off to the side. “Mostly werewolves, a couple Sighted women and one half-nixie. But we’ve never had a warlock before,” she said, her voice hopeful.

“Sounds delightful,” Tessa said, watching as Gemma’s smile widened. She picked up Mina, following her to the group.

--

“That’s it, clever Mina-mine,” Jem cooed, as Mina peeked her head out from the small, fabric enclosed tube that he had procured from the far corner. She smiled up at him, her cheeks squishing up into tiny peaks as she crawled further out. She rolled onto her back and then began chewing on her hands, tired from all the effort. Jem was so proud of her.

He looked around and was surprised at the large group of women and children that had gathered around him and Mina. It had been nearly empty in the baby area when he and Mina had arrived at the children’s centre, with only a couple other mums and babies around, likely due to the heavy rain they had had that morning, Jem mused.

But more must have showed up as he was playing with Mina and he hadn’t realised. Then Jem blushed and suddenly understood, as they all kept glancing over to him. “C’mon, Mina- we’re hogging the equipment! We need to let the other babies have a turn. Let’s go play with some other toys,” he said, lifting her up into his arms and made to move to another section of the room.

“Oh no- that’s fine,” said one woman, bouncing her baby on her knee, smiling at Jem. “We don’t mind waiting our turn.”

“She can play with these.” Another woman waved a couple of colourful scarves at him.

“Or this.” Jem found a couple of jingly bell-trees thrust into his lap, and the dark-haired woman held out a couple more, smiling at him. “My baby is finished with them.”

“Oh- that’s very kind of you,” Jem said, awkwardly trying to balance them and Mina in his arms.

He caught sight of a familiar figure coming towards them, and he grinned, dropping the toys to the side. He held Mina up so she could see. “It’s Mama!”

Tessa smiled her lovely, radiant smile as she approached them. As if by magic, the other woman and babies melted away as she bent down to give Mina a kiss on her forehead and Jem a quick peck on the lips. “Hello, my two darlings!” she said, settling herself on the floor beside them. “Did you miss me?”

“Always,” Jem said.

--

“We’re full for the session,” the older woman in a rumpled sweater gave Kit a bored look and turned away, to continue to talk to her taller, younger colleague.

Kit blinked. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” the woman said dryly, bending her head down to write in a log.

“Fine,” Kit muttered. Mina babbled and Kit could swear that he could hear the disappointment in her tone. “It’s okay, Min-Min, we’ll do something better than stupid baby group,” he said, hefting her further up on his shoulder and prepared to leave.

But then suddenly she was overbalancing on him and Kit struggled to hold onto her as she surged forward.

“BA BA NA!” she shouted excitedly at the dark-skinned woman with long braids walking past. She paused and turned towards the noise and her smile was infectious as she took in Mina. “Mina Carstairs!”

Ten seconds later, they were through the doors, the older woman scowling as the director of the centre told her to let them in. “Don’t tell anyone but she’s one of my favourite babies,” the director told Kit conspiratorially.

“She’s one of my favourite babies too,” Kit said, stifling a smile. Mina was smiling contentedly, or almost smugly, Kit thought, in the woman’s arms.

“And of course, your parents are also brilliant,” the woman said, handing Mina back to him. “Say hello to them from Sonya.”

“I will,” Kit said, as they headed further into the centre.

He plopped her down on a couple of cushions and stretched out beside her, taking in the scene. Kit idly wondered if his dad had ever taken him to a centre like this when he was young, before immediately scoffing and dismissing the possibility.

It did look like baby heaven, he thought, as Mina started crawling over to a rainbow-coloured arch. He watched the other babies and parents around, noting that he was likely the youngest one there or… actually, maybe not, he thought, as he saw a nervous, thin girl in the corner, playing with one of the chubbiest babies he had ever seen.

“Stay away from that baby, Mins,” he said. “He looks like he eats other babies for breakfast.” He looked down.

“I swear we’ve gone over this - we don’t eat socks,” Kit told her, an exasperated but fond manner. He grabbed a tiny bag out of his pocket and shook it at her. “I have much tastier snacks here.” He watched as Mina took her purple socked-toes out of her mouth and gestured in a familiar way. Kit handed her a couple of tiny baby puffs.

“No snacks on the play floor,” said the same, grumpy monitor as she walked past.

Kit rolled his eyes but put the bag away.

Kit didn’t rise to the bait when five minutes later she told him that he was being too loud with the xylophone.

He gritted his teeth when she snatched away the blocks that he had been planning to get Mina, informing him that it was almost the end of session and she was starting to tidy up.

And during the group singing time at the end of the session, when she told him to stop mumbling the words to the stupid nursery rhymes, Kit decided it had gotten personal.

“Oh, sorry,” Kit gave an angelic smile as he stepped away from the woman. She scowled at him, and turned away to button her coat up, her purse swinging in the air, unzipped.

Kit waited until they were out of the centre before looking down at his spoils. Sweet, he thought. A Cadbury’s Crunchie bar and two Twirls.

He shifted Mina in his arms, to one shoulder and holding the chocolate bar in the other hand, ripped off the wrapper of the Crunchie with his teeth.

“Don’t tell Mom and Dad,” he told Mina, after swallowing several bites.

She smiled placidly and reached for the Crunchie. “Not yet- in a couple of years,” Kit said. But then he reconsidered, and let her have a short gum at the stub. She giggled and burrowed her chocolate-smeared face into his shirt.

And then they got on the bus back to the village, heading back to Cirenworth.

(I don't know who to tag in my Herongraystairs family fics? @dontmindmyshadowhunting @sandersgrey @foxglove-airmid maybe? This is definitely the start of Kit bringing Mina into the pickpocketing life

Let me know if anyone else wants to be added in!

Previous Herongraystairs family fics:

Days Like These (day at the beach)

[misspearly1]

Day Three: Threesome - Joel Miller & Arthur Morgan

Kinktober22 List

When Two Worlds Collide Series ⬇️

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

(This kinktober fic is part of an ongoing series)

WC: 7k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. M/F/M Smut. Unprotected PIV. Double Penetration. Little bit of cum play and praise kink. Fluff.

AN: Wow, I did not plan for this to be 7k. It was supposed to be more of a PWP, but as soon as I started this story, words spilled out everywhere lmao. There's more plot than I planned to write, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless. Thank you my loves. (I am absolutely visiting this story again in future, I had too much fun with it lmao).

“Gahh!.. Just hold it still, Joel.”

“I am! You hold it still, yer fucking dummy.” 

“Dummy? Who ya callin’ dummy?”

“Do yer see anyone else around, Arthur? Christ almighty!” 

Sighing frustratedly and dropping your book down into your lap, you roll your eyes at the sound of the men bickering with each other. They have yet to find common ground and the last three weeks being stuck in this hellhole has been torturous purely because of their constant, excessive arguing. 

After realizing that you and Joel are inevitably stuck in the year 1899, Arthur moved you both into a little homestead in a wooded area called the Tall Trees. And right now, they’re trying to set up a perimeter by planting wooden posts into the ground to make a fence around the homestead and provide a little coverage, but of course, they have been arguing like they always do and have not been able to get much work done at all today. 

You and Joel don’t belong here, obviously, and Arthur Morgan noticed that right away but luckily for you both, he isn’t fazed with peculiar phenomenon's. The man has shared a few stories with you in the last three weeks, detailing the crazy events that have taken place in his life and how most of them can’t even be explained, therefore when he came across you and Joel, it didn’t freak him out that you were from the future. In fact, it’s the least freakiest thing he’s come across in his life. 

Arthur remains unfazed, you’re biding your time with books or short walks while you wait for a way out of here, while Joel just seems frustrated every second of the day. All of you are frustrated, but it doesn’t help when he is so much like Arthur. They don’t even realize how much they have in common and that’s the reason why they clash so much. They’re like long long friends, two peas in a pod who just insult each other constantly, argue, whine and butt heads, but by the end of the day, they end up laughing about it.

And, they both listen to you. 

“Boys!” You yell after hearing too much of their deep, gruff voices and ask. “Do my ears a favour and just get along for five minutes please, okay? Yes?”

“Yes Miss Y/L/N.” Arthur responds with a nod and when you look over to Joel, he sighs softly, also nodding. “Yes ma’am.” 

Turning back to your book upon feeling satisfied with their compliance, you find where you left off and continue reading, and it only took approximately three minutes for them both to start up again. However this time, they argued with each other quietly, whispering hushed insults back and forth like they were twelve and not in their thirties. 

“I’d leave your ass in the dirt, so be thankful that you have her with you, asshole.” Arthur seethes, making a valid point to Joel - who couldn’t see that through his anger and barked back. “Oh! If she wasn’t here, you wouldn’t be drawing breath yer stupid fucking hillbilly.” 

“Hillbilly?! Who ya callin’ hillbilly?” Arthur demands to know, the question actually making you giggle as Joel replies once again. “Do yer see anyone else around?”

However, as much as you found their attempt to argue quietly funny, you could hear just in their voices that it was getting heated again. You needed to physically intervene and get between them both.

Closing your book and dropping it to the table, the noise alerts them and they turn their backs to you quickly. You shook your head, as if you were annoyed but in reality, you found it amusing. They acted like children who had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have and tried to play it off. 

“Y/N.” Arthur greets you as you approach, tipping his hat and Joel doesn’t even meet your line of sight. In fact, he purposely turned his red face away from you so you couldn’t see that he was seconds away from bursting into a fit of laughter. “Everything alright, sweetheart?” The cowboy asks, smirking as he chews on a toothpick. 

“Mhm.” You nod, acting like you didn’t hear them arguing just moments ago. “Thought I’d come out here and watch you work. Make sure you’re gettin’ along, you know?” 

“Naw, we’re all good. Ain’t that right, sunshine?” Nudging Joel’s side hard, Arthur flashes a bright innocent smile as if he wasn’t still trying to piss him off. Joel turns to face you now and slams a hand down onto Arthur back, emphasizing each word of his reply with extra hard pats. “Sure. We’re - just - peachy.” 

Crooking one brow with your arms crossed, you fight the urge to laugh at Arthur smiling through the annoyance. You could tell he was dying on the inside, dying to smack Joel. “Very well then. Proceed.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “Don’t let me get in the way of you two getting along.” 

Instead of heading inside the house, you opted to take a seat on a wood log and watch them work. Arthur went to some nearby city called Blackwater yesterday and bought a wagon full of wood to build the fence around the homestead, hence why he made a good point earlier to Joel. Without him, you both would be stuck and helpless, so Joel should be thankful for his help. 

You had no food, money or spare clothes for three days and Joel had to sneak into some poor old man's house to steal some food out of his kitchen before the cowboy came along and stepped in to help right away. Clothing you, feeding you and providing shelter, all Arthur asked for in return is that Joel helps him gather some money for supplies. And by gathering some money, he meant stealing and robbing from the filthy rich. 

They withhold the details of how they ‘gathered the money’ but you’re not dumb. You know they’re not coming back with full pockets from honest work, especially when they come back sometimes looking like they’ve run a mile. Faces flushed red with sweat, clothes dirty and torn, bullets and throwing knives missing, meaning they had been used and of course, there was that first time they went out together and Arthur's horse came back with blood on her mane. 

You know the clothes on your back, the food in your stomach and the money that bought the supplies for the fence came from dishonest work, just downright thievery and bloodshed. And since you're closer with Joel than you are with Arthur - you’ve known him a little longer - you asked him just one question; were they innocent people? 

‘No. Never’, is what Joel replied with and from that point on, you didn’t ask anymore questions. You don’t wish to know what they get themselves into just to provide safety and comfort for you in this little homestead while you wait for a way back home. Which may not be too long of a wait as Arthur has a possible lead; a man named Francis Sinclair that might be of help - another peculiar and futuristic looking stranger he met a little while before he found you two.  

The cowboy is going to stay with you and Joel for the next couple of days before beginning his search for Francis, just for precaution as he had heard of a nasty group of individuals living out here in the Tall Trees with you. A group called The Skinners, which doesn’t at all sound too good to be living amongst. Night-time is when it’s most dangerous and the perimeter is necessary for protection. 

Joel and Arthur are good fighters, and they’ve built an impressive weapons arsenal lately too so you’re not overly worried about someone possibly knocking on the door late in the night, however what has been on your mind today is that there is only one bedroom in this little homestead. Joel had been sleeping on the couch the last two nights you’ve stayed here, but now that Arthur is staying here too, you wonder where he will sleep. 

“Arthur.” You call his name with those thoughts in mind, suggesting a solution for the problem that will arise later. “Do you want me to rearrange the living room? To free up space for you and Joel?” 

“Um, yes. That would be very helpful, miss y/l/n. Thank you.” He agrees with a smile, to which you wave him off and tut. “Please, just call me by my name and it’s not a bit of a bother. I'm happy to help.” 

Moving towards the homestead, you head inside and take a look at what you can do in order to free up space. There’s only one sofa, and it’s small too. Joel doesn’t even fit on the damn thing and you’ve offered more than once now to switch with him so he can get a comfortable nights rest in the bed, but he refuses.

Overall, the homestead is fairly small, but with a few adjustments, it will provide some room for Arthur to lay out some blankets in front of the fire. You start off by pushing the sofa against the kitchen counter, then drag the table along to the floor and place it against the wall just under the window. There wasn’t a large space on the floor for Arthur to lay down because of the bulky double wardrobe in the room. The layout of the homestead was arranged poorly, but luckily for him, there can be a fix. The bedroom is the most spacious and the wardrobe would fit inside nicely, it’s just moving the thing that might be a problem. 

Surprisingly, Joel and Arthur were relatively quiet outside. They haven’t argued and just kept their head down to work efficiently, so the thought of disturbing that to ask for help with the wardrobe ultimately pushed you to do it yourself. It’s heavy, but if you take your time it can just be shimmied side to side until it eventually gets to where you need it to be. 

After moving a couple things around in the bedroom, you head back into the living room then begin pulling the wardrobe away from the wall. The sound of wood screeching across the floor gave you goosebumps and made you cringe, but it was working. The height and width of the door leading into the bedroom was a couple inches bigger than the wardrobe, thus giving you enough room to just push it inside. If it wasn’t so darn heavy.

While your whole attention and focus was directed to putting every effort into pushing the wardrobe inside the bedroom, you didn’t notice Joel or Arthur’s presence by the door leading into the homestead behind you. They heard all of the noises; the wood screeching, your struggling panting breaths and most amusingly to them, the snippy remarks you made about your own lack of strength.

Although they stood and watched for a few moments, Joel and Arthur had their fill of enjoyment watching you struggle to make adjustments for their comfort and stepped in to help. “Easy there, superwoman. The men are here now.” Joel jokes and lays a hand on your lower back, gesturing you to step aside while Arthur lays his hand on the wardrobe beside your hands, leaning against it as he looks down at you with a smirking smile on his lips. “Let us finish off, sweetheart. We’re mighty strong, you know.” 

“Oh, and am I not? Is that what you’re saying Mr. Morgan?” You retort upon taking a little insult from his comment. Tilting your head to the side and waiting for him to answer you, he scratches the back of his neck and visibly cringes, thinking he had actually upset you. You’re quite good at teasing them. Behind you however, Joel thought it’d be funny to jump in and tease Arthur too. “Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re in trouble.” He chuckles. 

“Excuse me?” You turn to look at Joel, your face mere millimetres apart as you berate him too for his comments. “The men are here now.” You quote him while raising your brows. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean? I can’t do it myself just because I’m a woman?... Hm, shame on you Mr. Miller, didn’t peg you for being sexist.” 

“You tell ‘em, girl.” Arthur now jumps in, the sound of his voice affecting Joel as he looks away from your eyes to glare at him. “Wait… A woman called me sexist once, is it not a compliment?” He asks and it makes you and Joel laugh, crumbling your angry façade. No longer acting as if you were insulted by them both, you turn to Arthur and shake your head. “No. It’s not a compliment.”

“Then why are you both laughing?” Asking another question, the poor man tilts his head to the side with bewilderment.

“Because Arthur.” You begin, reaching out to lay a hand on his chest with a gentle pat. “Because you thought that lady was calling you sexy.” Giggling still with Joel chuckling behind you too, Arthur looked offended as he mumbles sadly. “She wasn’t calling me sexy?…” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Your giggling comes to a stop now as you feel sorry for him. Stepping forward, Joel’s hand slips away from your lower back as you move closer to Arthur and cup each side of his face. “It’s okay, Arthur. It’s not your fault, honey. It’s the era of time you were born in and don’t worry, I think you’re sexy, not sexist.” 

“You do?” He asks bashfully then smiles when you nod. Thanking you for the compliment with a hug, Arthur looks directly into Joel’s eyes and winks, the action making him scoff and call the cowboy out. “You lying piece of shit, you know what a sexist is.” He says.

“Oh, is that right?” You scoff. Pulling back, you look up at Arthur with narrowed eyes and the man glares at Joel, calling him an ‘spiteful hindrance’. As they bicker with each other once more, calling each other names and bringing you into it too, making the argument about you, it suddenly becomes clear why they argue so much - it’s because of you. Jealousy is rife in the air between.

Arthur calling Joel an spiteful hindrance is just another way of saying cockblock, meaning he was trying to woo you over just now before Joel called it out. They both like you and that realization makes your stomach flutter with excitement. You’ve never been in a position like this before, in the middle of two men fighting over you and truthfully, it’s so fucking arousing. 

As their arguing, once again, becomes more and more heated, they are closing in with you squished in the middle of them both. Joel had his chest pressed against your back and Arthur had his chest pressed against yours, they were quite literally hurling insults back and forth right over your shoulder. “Boys!” You yell and their row comes to an immediate stop, though they both look down at you and now suddenly become aware of their proximity. 

“Sorry, darlin’.” Joel mumbles and steps back. You already begin to miss his warmth. 

“Me too, girl.” Arthur adds to the apology, also stepping back. And you miss his warmth too.  

Nodding to them both, you now step aside to let them take over and push the wardrobe into the bedroom. You take advantage of their backs turned to you and squeeze your legs together to ease the ache between your legs. Since you’ve been so caught up with making a temporary home here, it never dawned on you before about Arthur and Joel possibly being attracted to you. 

You’ve known Joel longer than Arthur, but only by a couple of months, and it’s the last three weeks being stuck in this situation that have really brought you three closer to one another. You’ve grown so used to their company that the thought of departing from Arthur saddens you, but also, just thinking about going back to your normal life as Joel’s neighbour was saddening too. 

You barely talked to him, he was always working and so were you. Things will change once you go back, you know that for sure considering all you have been through with the man, however you wonder what happens to Arthur. It’s evident he and Joel have a crush on you and you feel the same way - you like them both, and that’s an issue because only one is going back home with you. 

Upon feeling the evening sun warming up your face, you head into the kitchen to prepare dinner to distract yourself and your thoughts. You can already feel where your mind is heading towards, which is an area to think about letting both men have you. But you can’t. You can’t think about that sort of stuff, it’s not a good time and besides, Joel and Arthur wouldn’t want that anyways, they each would want you all to themselves, not to share. 

After filling a pot with water, chopping up a variety of vegetables, diced meat and adding a few cubes of beef stock, you call for help to lift it into the living room to hang above the fire. It’s too heavy for you to carry, but Arthur and Joel enter the kitchen, both of them move towards you then stop to look at each other. A silent moment passes, as if they were wordlessly communicating to each other, before Arthur steps forward and lifts the pot off the counter. He carries it into the living room, leaving you alone with Joel, who then asks if you are okay.  

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” You smile, hoping it would help to disguise your obvious mood shift. Joel can tell, he isn’t oblivious, hence why he asked if you were okay in the first place. “Is it because of us? Because of all the arguing?” Joel searches for the answer, clearly picking up on your lies. “We’re sorry, darlin’ and it won’t happen again.” He insists. 

“Joel-” You sigh, readying yourself to tell him that it’s not because of all the arguing, but he steps closer and cuts you off. “I mean it, doll. It won’t happen again, we um… we had a little chat in the bedroom and it’s for the best anyways since he’s gonna be staying here with us and all.” 

Well, that is a good thing I suppose, you agree silently. Nodding to him, you forget about trying to explain that it’s not the arguing that’s on your mind and just let it go. “And besides, who’s gonna take care of you if we end up killin’ each other?” Joel chuckles with a smile, the sincerity and kindness behind that statement making you feel weak in the knees. 

“You won’t kill each other.” You whisper in reply, shaking your head. “You clash because you both care about me and my safety, that’s all.” 

“Yeah darlin’, we do indeed.” Joel agrees, then jerks his head to the side to beckon you into the living. “C’mon, we should eat.” 

Grabbing a few slices of bread and a bottle of liquor, you head into the living room and join Arthur by the fire. He had already laid out a few blankets and was stirring the pot of stew when you sat down on the floor beside him. This homestead isn’t much, but it’s their company that makes it homey and gets you through this whole ordeal of being stuck here. 

While you waited for the stew to be cooked, you each indulged with a small glass of whiskey. The air was quickly filled with the smell of home cooking, alcohol, good laughs and smooth flowing conversation, and sexual tension. Now that you know about their attraction to you, you’re picking up on subtle details that you missed before, like the way Arthur looks at you and laughs when Joel says something funny, or vice versa. 

And how they always tend to sit together to look at you directly when they’re talking. Joel and Arthur were currently sitting on the floor with their backs against the sofa while you sat opposite them, occasionally checking the stew. The topics of conversations always include you, no matter what they’re talking about, they bring you into it, even if it’s just to share your opinion on what they were talking about. 

However, the most visible detail you notice now is how they look at you. Whichever one you’re talking to, you notice the others eyes roaming the expanse of your body, and if you’re talking to Joel and Arthur at the same time, their eyes always end up dropping to your lips at some point. It’s like they’re both daydreaming about you at the same time. 

Turning away to check on the stew again, you immediately notice Arthur and Joel tilt their heads together and stare at your behind in the corner of your vision. Your original clothes were thrown out, replaced with a new wardrobe by Arthur and it now makes you wonder if he chose these clothes strategically, knowing how they would look on you beforehand. 

The jeans you have on are high waisted, snug and figure hugging. The shirt is a warm pink in colour, plaid patterned with a v-neckline and rolled up sleeves, it’s just a simple button down, tucked into your pants. The whole outfit is simplistic and sweet, though the men looked at you like you were dressed in lingerie. And it was making you feel incredibly sexy. 

You felt beautiful and seductive from their drooling gazes, and God do you want them; want them to just give in to their desires and just take you right here on the living room floor. You want both of them at the same time filling you up live you’ve never been filled before. You want to be crowded by Joel and Arthur, surrounded by their love, attention and warmth, wrapped up in it and filled with it. 

Turning your head to look at them quickly, they both snap out of their trance and clear their throats awkwardly as they look away. “How’s the food coming?” Joel asks while scratching his beard, a lousy attempt to hide that he was just ogling at your ass and Arthur pretends to look for something in his satchel, not even daring to meet your gaze otherwise he would blush red like a tomato for being caught.

“Oh, it’s coming. Shouldn’t be too long now, boys.” You say softly with a tinge of seduction rolling off your tongue. Though it was very subtle, you saw how it clearly had an effect on them as they both gulped and shifted awkwardly. You wanted to push a little more and see how far you can tease them before they catch on to what you’re doing.  

“You both have been working so hard today.” Holding their eye contact, you give praise while fighting your urge to smile. “Gotta keep my two heroes well fed and taken care of so you can take care of me, ain’t that right?” You ask.  

“Right.” They breathe the word in unison, both looking at you like a deer in the headlights with the hidden sexy undertone in your voice. Looking back at the fire while you nod, you watch in your peripheral vision as Joel and Arthur turn to look at each other, mouth agape and shrug with confused expressions. They shifted their positions awkwardly once again, but this time with Arthur subtly trying to readjust himself before Joel nudges him with his knee, as if to tell him to behave before you see it. 

They’re aroused - aroused, turned on, but hesitant, it’s that simple. You’ve had enough experiences with men in the past to know that Joel and Arthur are hesitant to believe your sexual cues, and just like most men you have shared sexual encounters with, they need clear, understandable signals that you want them, not vague hidden undertone in your words. 

However, that being said, it is amusing to tease them after all. You have always enjoyed teasing them, even before you knew they wanted you in the most sexually explicit way. “I hope you’re both hungry.” You glance over to them briefly with a mischievous grin on your lips as you move to sit on your knees. 

“Starving, babydoll.” Says Joel. 

“Ravenous, darling girl.” Says Arthur. 

Their answers were pleasing to your ears, but they both sounded deprived of something else and not food. Resting your weight on the heels of your feet, you arch your back when checking the stew and over your shoulder, you could hear Joel and Arthur sigh heavily with a sexual need. 

“Well that’s good then.” You whisper, then hum a moan after inhaling the delectable scent of your own cooking. “Because I’m really, really hungry too -” Tilting your head to look at them in the eyes as you sample a taste of the stew off a spoon, you wrap your lips around the object slowly, swallow it, then share something daring. “- it’s been a while since I had some good tasting meat in my mouth.."

Joel and Arthur look at each other again, this time not caring that you are watching them like a hawk, waiting for their next move. When they turn back at you, smirks on their lips and predatory looks in their eyes, you open your mouth slightly and poke your tongue into your cheek, hoping that it was a clear enough cue for them.

“Well why didn’t you say it’s been a while?” Asks Arthur as he readjusts himself in his pants, this time without Joel nudging him to stop before you see. You were already watching and smiling at the sight of his growing bulge, even licking your lips. 

“We can take care of that little problem for you, doll.” Says Joel, a fire burning in his eyes at the thought of you splayed out on the floor, taking him and Arthur. He had to ask though, he needed more confirmation of what you wanted exactly. “Would you like that? For me and Arthur to help - together?” 

“At the same time?” You smile, and it was contagious. An invisible unknown weight is lifted from their shoulders with your smile, your reaction radiating from your body across to Joel and Arthur. They both grin, chests swelling with anticipation of your dirty desires to have them both, which is a fantasy they have talked about privately without you hearing multiple times now.

“Of course.” Joel breathes a heavy sigh, filled with sexual frustration. “Anything for our girl, ain’t that right Arthur?” He looks to his so-called rivalry beside him, the man he argues with constantly day and night, Joel looks to Arthur and waits for his confirmation that he wants this too. 

“I um… Just to be clear, we’re not actually talking about meat, right?” He clears his throat nervously and as you giggle, Joel shakes his head ‘no’. Arthur relaxes then, a smile spreading across his face again as he confirms. “Yes. Anything for our girl, Joel.” 

Now, as their gazes land on you, powerful and intense gazes that feel like a spotlight is being shined on you, they each hold a hand out for you to make the next move. You’re in charge, it’s your comfort and preferred pace they’re most concerned about. You can see it in their eyes. Hungry and starved for your touch, to pleasure you endlessly with your body pressed between them both, but only at your pace.

Moving away from the fire and into the middle of the floor, you look at Joel and Arthur as your hands reach for the buttons on your shirt. And now they move. Dropping their arms and readjusting their positions as you prepare to undress, they wanted to be comfortably seated for the strip tease show you were putting on.

You notice how they both hold a hand on their thighs, inches away from their growing bulge that was just aching to be buried inside your warmth, however you assumed that their eyes would lower with each button you pop open, but they didn’t. Joel and Arthur continued to gaze at your face, the irises of their eyes expanding with lust as more and more of your skin is revealed. 

Arthur's reaction to your underwear was most interesting. He was probably expecting a corset of some sort, but instead was met with a thin black transparent material doing a lousy job at covering your nipples. You blush under his stare, watching the way he gulps when you pull your arms out of your shirt and sit before them, semi-naked. 

“Ever seen a bra like that before, my friend?” Joel asks, nudging Arthur’s side. He shakes his head and you giggle before reaching behind your back to undo the hooks. The straps slide down your arms before falling to the floor, exposing your rotund breasts and pert nipples completely for both of their eyes to see. Though the room was heated with the fire and a palpable sexual need, a cool shiver ripples across your body under their intense wandering gazes. 

“Oh, these pants are rather tight.” You tease while faking a struggle with the button and zipper on your jeans. Looking at Joel, you toy with the waistband in a seducing manner and ask. “Won’t you help me, handsome?” 

“Oh, it’d be my pleasure, babydoll.” Joel growls. Moving towards you, he reaches for your pants but you stop him and hold his arm before pulling him to move behind you instead. “I want Arthur to watch you undress me.” You explain, placing your hands atop his as he wraps them around your front. They’re big, strong and warm, splayed across your lower stomach.  

Feeling caged in by his arms with his broad chest pressed against you, your head lolls back to rest on his shoulder as he drags a hand up your stomach, teasing you a featherlight touch. Arthur groans while palming himself over the fabric of his pants, watching Joel cup your breasts with a gentle grope made him hard and needy, impatient to hear you make the prettiest of sounds. 

“These aren’t tight at all, sweetheart.” Joel tuts playfully against the skin on your neck, his fingers slipping inside your jeans with ease. “Oh my.” He chuckles softly directly into your ear, tickling you purposely with his beard. “She ain’t wearing anything underneath these jeans, Arthur and she’s all wet too.” He says.  

“Jesus.” Arthur grunts now, then leans closer. He can physically hear your slick as Joel slides a finger through your folds, the sound was rushing blood straight to his cock causing a throbbing ache. His impatience was growing at a rapid rate, becoming too much to bear and he needed to see how wet you were, not just hear it from Joel's actions.

Meeting your eye contact, Arthur's heart flutters with your sweet smile and the breath escapes him as you close the gap and seal your lips over his. He kisses you back fervently, tongue slipping inside and swirling around with a deeply satisfying hum. You gasp and moan, eyes springing open with muffled giggle as Joel pulls your jeans down. 

Now completely exposed, he cups your pussy from behind and you arch your back for him, providing easier access for his fingers teasing their way into your entrance while you kiss Arthur. In the corner of your vision, you could see Arthur rubbing himself over his pants and you break off from the kiss with a request he couldn’t possibly refuse. “Lay back for me, honey. I’ll take care of you.” 

“Oh now, this I have to see.” Joel groans, curious to watch you pleasure Arthur while he fingers you from behind. You could hardly contain your moans from his actions and the sounds you made were expanding his chest with pride. Bending his fingers into a come hither motion, he smiles with Arthur as you halt your movements to let out the most pornographic sounding cry. Joel had his fingers buried deep and was caressing your g-spot, amping up the pleasure a couple notches. 

“How she looking from that angle?” Arthur asks Joel, though his eyes remained on you as you opened up his pants. “I gotta say, she’s looking real pretty on this side.” He winks as you looked up at him, freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans and wasting no time taking him inside your mouth. Arthur then throws his head back with a broken moan. “J-Jesus. That f-feels so fucking g-” He tried to say, but couldn’t finish his sentence as you take more and bury your nose into the hairs on his mound. 

“Atta girl, Y/N.” Joel chuckles, praising you for shutting Arthur up. Removing his fingers from your heat, you moan from the loss which causes Arthur to grunt from the vibrations, and while he balls his hands up into fists at his side, you wiggle your hips for Joel, hoping he gets the message that you're needy for his touch. You feel Joel removing your jeans fully and tossing them to the side, then hear a zipper being opened and see more clothes being thrown to the side. He’s naked now, naked and hard. 

“This okay, babydoll?” He notches the tip at your entrance, asking beforehand if you’re okay for him to continue. Nodding and humming around Arthur's cock in your mouth, you manage to choke out a yes before holding onto his thighs and bracing for the first stretch of Joel entering you. 

He teased you first, coating himself with your desire before pushing the tip inside with a heavy sigh. “Goddamn.” Eyes rolling shut, Joel takes a moment to compose himself before holding into your hips. “So warm and tight, darlin’.” He rambles breathlessly.

Looking up into Arthur's eyes as Joel carefully pulls your hips back while pushing his hips forward, you mewl with the stretch of his cock entering you. Though he was slowly and gently easing into you, helping you adjust to his size, you felt in his bruising grip just how much he wanted to be rough. You felt everything. Every vein and ridge, full of every inch of him when he bottoms out.

“Christ!” Joel shudders, groping the meaty flesh of your ass before clinging on for leverage as he pulls his hips back then sheathes himself inside again. The action caused you to push forward and choke on Arthurs cock, which then made him grunt loudly from the sensation. “FUCK.” 

You moan with pleasure, the sound reassuring both Joel and Arthur that you were okay to continue. Relaxing your jaw and taking as much as you can of Arthurs cock, you timed your movements skilfully in order to breathe, working in tandem with Joel’s fast paced rhythm. 

“Goddamn, darlin’. You’re pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” Joel heaves a broken groan, feeling your fingers circling your clit from below, thus causing you to clench around him. He was barely holding onto his composure before, but now he’s struggling not to spill his seed when he’s only just begun. Just thinking about cumming way too soon burns his cheeks with both embarrassment and amazement. Embarrassed because he wants to last longer and make you cum first, and amazement because of your ability to make him climax so soon. 

It was all too much. Too good and too much. The feeling of your warmth wrapped around him with a vice-like grip, the sound of your ragged moans, gagging and even the sound of Arthur moaning with bliss. Just looking at your body from behind, your beautiful, sexy figure laying in a compromising position while being filled with two cocks - that image on its own was pushing him closer and closer towards the edge. 

“Y/N.” Joel cries your name. Damn near bruising your ass cheeks with the tight grip he had on them, his movements became sloppy and fast, his breathing erratic and heavy, and his composure completely gone. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum babydoll.” He warns, euphoria outweighing the shame of reaching his peak so quickly. 

Bringing your arm around, you hold his hand and push your hips back, a silent signal of reassurance that he hears loud and clear seconds before spilling his seed deep inside your cunt. You hum around Arthur upon feeling Joel’s warmth coating your walls and filling you up. You could hear how wet you were as he continued to roll his hips forward with a slow grind and fuck you through his own high. 

Moments later, you taste salt on your tongue and see Arthur’s brows pull together as he grits his teeth. “Sweetheart.” He inhales shakily, warning. “I’m close.” Humming around him, you suck softly and fondle his balls, drawing the orgasm out of him as he groans your name to the high heavens above.

You had the pleasure of tasting his release while watching him unfold before your very eyes. Gulping back ropes upon ropes of his salty seed, Arthur groans continuously and his whole body shudders with aftershocks. Your climax quickly reaches its peak and you release Arthur to mewl.

Pleasure burns across your chest, heating up your body temperature as you break out in a sweat, blissful waves ripple across your abdomen with each gentle thrust from Joel behind you, prolonging your high for as long as possible before it becomes over sensitive. Which didn’t take very long and you cry out that it’s too much moments later.

“S’okay darlin’. We got you.” Joel soothes comfortingly as he pulls out. You whine from the loss, already missing the sensation of feeling full, though you didn’t stay empty for very long as Joel catches his cum spilling out of you with his finger then pushes it back inside. “Wouldn’t wanna leave a mess on Arthur’s bed now, babydoll. Keep you full instead, huh?” He speaks with a teasing tone, but you had a better idea.

“Take me to bed.” You mumble. Lifting your head from where you had buried it into the blankets, you look up at Arthur and repeat your request. “Take me to bed and make love to me - both of you.” 

Arthur looks up at Joel and jerks his head to the side before reaching out for you. He takes you in his arms, wraps your legs around his waist then stands from the floor with ease. “Oh.” You gasp upon feeling his cock brushing against your clit, causing you to clench around nothing.

The man felt that and stopped walking to push you up against the wall beside the bedroom door. Then, as Joel was busy locking down the house behind him, Arthur took advantage of the little moment he had you all to himself and carefully slipped the tip of himself inside your cunt. "Fuck!" You cry into his neck, digging your fingers into the skin. "Arthur, fuck me, please." You plead, wanting more, needing more.

Over his shoulder, you looked at Joel, watching him struggle to close the windows, lock the doors and remove the pot of food from the fire as he tried to keep his eyes on you and Arthur. He wanted to watch, wanted to watch you get fucked by another man. You smiled at him, a devilish smile and beckoned him over with a finger.

"You like watching Arthur, don't you?" You ask to which Joel nods in reply as he walks over to you. He stands behind the cowboy, a little hesitant though, hoping he wasn't interrupting. Arthur tilted his head back then tutted at him. "What you are waiting for brother, kiss her for fucks sake."

"Fuck her harder then." Joel growls, then looks to you immediately, hoping that it was okay. Which it was. You breathed a heavy sigh, nodding your head pathetically and pulled Arthur close so you could meet Joel's lips in a kiss. Arthur pushed you up against the wall and fucked you harder, your backside slapping against it with each thrust.

Breaking off from the kiss, you rest your chin on Arthur's shoulder and continue to gaze into Joel's eyes, babbling about how good it feels. "I.. want... you... both." You manage to say between each brutal thrust. "Nghh! Fuck, Joel! I'm gonna come." You sob, gripping the base of Arthur neck.

Closing your eyes, you mewl through the release of your orgasm, clenching around Arthur with a vice-like grip that he struggles to push through. "So fucking tight." He grunts through gritted teeth. Holding a hand to the back of your head, he groans heavily through his own orgasm, releasing creamy white ropes of his seed inside your cunt.

"Yeah, that's it." Joel praises, holding a hand to Arthur back as you whine from the sensation of being filled. "Keep pumping her full." He says and you open your eyes to look at him with a smile appearing on your lips. As Arthurs movements slow down, you reach out and cup the side of Joel's cheek, running your fingers through his hair while he asks if you're okay.

"Never better." You sigh breathily, then shake your head. "Arthur take me to bed."

"I'll be there in a second." Joel reassures as Arthur moves away from the wall and carries you into the bedroom. After pulling the duvet cover back and laying you down in bed, he climbs in behind you and waits for Joel to join. He plants kisses along your neck, rubbing reassuring hands up and down your side as you wiggle your backside into him. Moments later, Joel enters the bedroom and turns all of the oil lamps down, barring one in the corner of the room which casted a warm, soothing glow.  

“Hey there, beautiful.” He whispers as he climbs into the bed, laying in front of you. Cupping the side of your face before leaning in to kiss your lips, you lay your leg over his and reach behind you to pull Arthur closer. Joel breaks the kiss, but holds the proximity to gaze into your eyes as he asks. “You ready for me or Arthur, babydoll, it's up to you.” 

“Both.” You shake your head and watch as Joel’s eyes widen a little before looking at Arthur. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He asks, worried that it might be too much. “We don’t want to hurt you, darling girl.” Arthur whispers into your ear, but you turn to him and reassure with a kiss on his lips, mumbling that you’re sure. 

Breaking off to turn back to Joel, you kiss him while Arthur hooks an arm under your leg and lines himself up. “Nice and slow, sweetheart. We’ll work ya open nice and slow.” He whispers into your neck as he rolls his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt. You whine into Joel’s mouth from being filled once again and dig your fingers into biceps. Each of them are impressive in size, though you're eager to have them both cum inside of you at the same time. 

Lowering your hand to Joel’s side, you pull him in close then notch the tip of him at your entrance. “Please - I can take it.” You plead, burying your face into his neck. He and Arthur work together by taking turns, opening you up more and more with each roll of their hips. 

“Fuck! I am in heaven.” Arthur grunts into your hair, relishing the feeling of his cock slipping inside of your cunt before pulling out and feeling Joel enter you. Joel was equally lost in the feeling. They both were breathing heavy grunts and sighs, the noise pleasing to your ears and providing a distraction from the unbelievable stretch. 

“Such a good girl, darlin’, taking both of us.” Joel whispers into your neck and the praise goes straight to your head, boosting your confidence to take more. You couldn’t decide what was more arousing, the fact that they were getting themselves off taking turns fucking your pussy, or hearing how love drunk they were. 

You felt crowded by both of them, crowded and exhausted. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, so instead, you just lay squashed between their bodies and held on. Their hands roaming the expanse of your body with reassuring strokes and your sexy whimpers were muffled by their positions over you. 

Joel buried his face into your neck with Arthur pressing his forehead into your hair, both panting now as their orgasms approached. Though the position prevented them from burying their cocks to the hilt, it didn’t matter because you were nearing your own climax just hearing, feeling and experiencing them both make love to you. Three of you coming together as one, your pussy filled with their love, they plant many reassuring kisses to your skin and praise how good you were for them. 

However with your continued reassurances, they quickly became hungry again; hungry to pleasure you until you’re absolutely spent. This went on for hours throughout the night, Arthur and Joel making love to you at the same time. It was enough to make you climax again, and again, and again. Until you eventually fell asleep in their arms, completely crowded by their love and devotion.

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[peregrine21]

Game Night

pairing: Angelique Bouchard x Reader

includes: smut, fluff at the end

warnings: 18+, Smut (if you are a child this is not for you)

word count: 1589

brief description: You and Angelique are both witches and have been with one another since Barnabus’s return. It is now modern day and you bought the Mario Kart 8 game for you and Angie to play. She got annoyed with your apparent skill for the game and decided to spice things up to make it more of a challenge for you. Insert vibe, continuing into light smut as you play a few rounds of the game continuing into flat out smut with a bit of fluff at the end. 

Apologies for being so inactive for so long. I got very busy with my university classes then lost the will to write more than just a prompt or idea. It was halfway through break before I was able to get this done but I still have my prompt and idea list to go from. I will try to post some more but as the new semester is starting soon so no promises. Anyway enjoy. 

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It was 2017 and you were in a relationship with Angelique Bouchard. You had met her right before Barnabus’s return and although at first she was merely toying with you, calling you “darling” or “pretty thing”, she had developed feelings for you a few weeks in. That was where your relationship began. Upon Barnabus’s return she had given up on him after being rejected a few times and stuck with you from then on. You had been the one to stop her vengeance plot against Barnabus which ended up saving her life.  It was a few months into your relationship that you had told her about you being a witch but as she was as well, she figured that out on her own. Now in 2017 the two of you were living together comfortably in a large house with a pool, master bedroom, and all the luxuries. She of course still had her own company and you were a successful lawyer. You had just bought a new video game and had gotten her to agree to try. The game was Mario Kart 8, which you happened to be naturally good at to her annoyance. You both sat on the bed in the master bedroom and round after round you took between first and third place. “How are you so good at this?!” she poutily remarked,  furrowing her eyebrows in frustration. You shrug your shoulders saying, “I don’t know, I just am. Maybe it is just luck.” The last part you said brought a small smirk to your face as she scoffed. “Well ‘luck’ I am going to be right back. Don’t start the next round without me”. You watched as she got off the bed and went into the bathroom. You heard her rummaging through a few drawers before she emerged again with a small box in her hand. You furrowed your brows and tilted your head in confusion. "Let's see if you can keep your winning streak with this", she lowly stated with a smirk and darkened eyes. From the box she pulled out a remote control vibrator that was designed to fit snugly under one's panties. You placed your controller on the bed as she crawled over to you and pushed you onto your back. "Are you going to behave for me?" Intrigued, you looked up at her, your eyes widened, and nodded. She slipped your leggings off and panties down before sliding two fingers over your wet folds, prepping you to take the thickness of the vibrator. You squirmed under her wanting more and tried to lean up to kiss her right as she pushed two fingers inside of you causing you to lowly moan. She thrusted in and out for about a minute until she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean. She then grabbed the toy and slipped the thick side of the vibrator into your pussy and adjusted the thinner side perfectly over your clit. She then kissed your forehead before sliding your panties back up, leaving you in a spaghetti strap crop top and your panties. She sat you back up and caressed your cheek before grabbing her controller and her cell phone. "Ok next round" she said with an all too sweet smile while showing her phone with the vibrator controls on it. Your eyes widened and your cheeks went crimson as you clicked on the 'next' button to start the round. As the timer counted down from 3, Angelique set the vibrator onto the first setting causing you to jerk forward and start the race late. You leaned forward and closed your legs in front of you to relieve some of the sensation to which Angie quickly pulled you back up and instructed you to sit legs apart again. You let out a whine as you had finally made it up to 2nd place but she warned you to do so before she pulled your legs apart herself. With a defeated huff you did as you were told and immediately started squirming around a bit knowing that in this case she wouldn't be spreading your legs to pleasure you. You quickly fell to 3rd place then 4th but were able to adjust to the vibrations and maintain your place there. You just barely finished the race in 3rd place to Angelique's annoyance. She let out a devious laugh as you started the next race and amped the vibration level up 3 more settings causing you to moan and squirm around. You managed to bring yourself to composure and keep up the race after a few moments but your legs were shaking violently as you tried not to fall too far behind. For the duration of the race you let out whines from the pleasure and felt yourself coming close to an orgasm but held off until you finished the race, this time in 5th place. As you crossed the finish line you fell back letting out a breathy moan as you climaxed and Angie looked down at you brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Aww sweetie, you know there's one race left, can't call it quits now can you?" She asked innocently as you huffed from the continuing vibrations. "O-ok l-last one" You manage to stutter in between breaths. She takes your controller and selects 'final race' then hands it to you. You take it in your hands still on your back and scoot up as much as you can to lay your head on her lap instead of trying to sit back up. "Let's make this last one the hardest yet, shall we?" She says with a smile as she takes her phone in her hand. You look at her with exasperation, unable to say anything as she maxes out the vibration level causing you to scream out in pleasure, dropping your controller as you grip the blankets on the bed. She goes through the race and it times out marking you in last place. Still letting out whines and moans with your eyes shut tight after hitting a second climax, Angelique puts up the controllers and turns off the TV before kneeling between your spread legs. She runs two fingers up the fabric of your panties with the vibrator still at full power, "My you are rather soaked aren't you darling?". You nod your head as she finally turns the toy off and pulls your panties down, throwing them to the side. You look up at her with pleading eyes, "p-please, I-I’m close to f-finishing" You beg. "Are you? Well you've been good so I guess we can let you finish" she says in a low tone as she grabs the toy and starts thrusting it in and out of your already throbbingly sensitive pussy. You moan and whine at every thrust with her slow pace as she reaches up and tears off your top to start kneading one of your breasts. She turns the vibrations back on at half speed and you let out a loud "ohhhhh". She moves her hand from your breasts to your thigh as she leans down and starts kissing down your lower stomach. Once she reaches your clit she lays a light kiss on it before she sucks, licks, and nips at it causing your hips to jolt. She brings her hands up to unbutton her shirt and undress herself before turning off the vibrator and coming up to caress your cheek. You let out a whine and she brings a finger to your lips, "shhh, I'll let you finish right after you finish me off". She turns around straddling your face with her legs and you understand what she wants. As you grab her hips to bring her pussy to your lips she turns the vibrations back on and continues to play with your clit. She begins to lick at your folds from time to time between thrusts of the toy, occasionally moaning into your pussy from her own pleasure. You start thrusting two fingers into her wet folds and quickly speed up the pace causing her to loudly moan and whimper into your pussy and clit almost pushing you over. You knew better than to finish before her however so you nipped at her clit and added a third finger as you spanked her ass with your other hand knowing it would finish her off. She screamed out as her pussy squirted juices onto your face and chest. After she was able to compose herself enough to focus back on you she growled out a "good girl" before slipping her long tongue into you alongside the vibrating toy and writhing it around causing you to scream and climax the hardest you ever had. She removed her tongue and continued to pump the toy in and out of you as your cum squirted out a bit allowing you to fully ride out your climax. Once you finally came down she cleaned you up and turned back around to lay beside you. You were still shaking so she pulled you into her chest lacing one hand into your hair and pressing the other on your back absently tracing circles with her thumb while whispering praises into your ear. You cuddled into her and took in all her warmth as her soft breathing lulled you into a mindless bliss. She gently kisses your forehead whispering "bonne nuit mon amour" ("goodnight my love" ) into your ear before nuzzling into you as you both fall asleep from the post climax feeling.

[rcksmith]

Secret — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “For Five Hargreeves — can I get 97, 91 28 and 35 for a heavy smut? And 40 from fluff? If it isn’t too much trouble!”

“If it’s not too much trouble could I do 40,53 & 91 from the smut prompts for Five ty honey 💕”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

35. “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

40. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

53. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.

91. “guess i'll just have to cum in you then’

97. “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Fluff prompts:

40. “Come cuddle.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

Guys, I really understand who doesn’t feel comfortable reading or writing Five’s smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit heavy smut, swearing, fluff too.

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It was one of those warm nights, which carry a searing and heaving sensation in the back, which had a malicious tone in the air, which stirs your body to choose bad decisions, making your hands itch and your heart racing for something...intense. It was one of those hours that passed midnight, that breath was heavy with the expectation of something extraordinary, that skin prickled just with the images in mind.

And you were in that state. Heart pounding heavily, yearning for something, caustic breathing, the environment with an energy of lust. Well, at least you was like that.

Five did not share your line of reasoning, or, if he were not oblivious to the malicious moonlight that rose in the sky, he was pretending very well. Sipping a margarita at the bar in the Hargreeves mansion, with calculations in front of him taking all his attention. Normally, you loved that he focused on his own things. But now... you were seething with something that only Five could placate.

It was a few months ago that you went from just being friends with his siblings to someone he fucked hard at night. The sexual energy between the two of you was very strong, and it was very easy to make bad decisions when the bad decision in question was so fucking hot.

Five Hargreeves did things to you. You wouldn't know how to explain it with clear phrases, but his gaze made you shiver, his body made a very specific part in the middle of your legs vibrate, and his voice and that self-centered smile... God!

It was no accident that you surrendered. You would have surrendered to that battle a million times.

“Five.” You sighed softly, taking a sip from your own drink. “Can't you do this tomorrow?”

“No. I am close to solving this.”

You controlled yourself not to roll your eyes. You were never the most needy type, especially with people as reserved as Five, but, damn it, you were on fire. It was logical that you could go out and choose someone to placate that, but that would trigger many things between Five and you. He hated that you were with someone else, even though he himself didn't assuming out to you.

It are a delicate situation, you were friends with all the Hargreeves siblings, and it would be a racket if they knew that their brother was fucking one of theys best friends.

The warm evening breeze came in through the window and collided with the chill of the drink running down your throat, awakening even more lustful anxieties.

“Five..." You purred, got up from the armchair on the counter, still behind Five and slid your hands over his shoulders "Maybe...you might want to finish this later.” You whispered at the foot of his ear.

Even without seeing him, you could feel that he was letting go of one of his arrogant and malicious smiles. Five rotated the seat to be face to face with you, his legs spread wider to accommodate you between them.

“And what are you going to do to distract me?” That same defiant, boastful voice.

But the look he gave you made a shock of desire reverberate through your body. Five wanted to play? Okay, you were going to play a game whit him.

“Why did you…” you leaned forward gently, resting one hand on his hot thigh, leaving your cleavage exposed “don't try guess?”

You realized that he had swallowed hard, even though his posture had remained unwavering. Five looked down at you cleavage, waist, and slightly elevated butt. You approached him a few more inches, your mouth a breath away, the heat of the bodies being shared without even touching.

Five could drive you crazy and screaming, but you knew it could also drive him insanity.

When you leaned over a little more and your mouths were so close to meet, you changed the direction and reached out with your free hand to pick up Five's margarita behind him. You straightened up and away, with a mischievous smile on your lips that revealed that everything had gone as planned.

Five semi closed his eyes at you, a fiery glow going through his eyes.

“Do you want to play with me?”His voice was low, dangerous “You know what happens to you when you challenge me.”

It was a warning, clear and resonant. You were a good girl for Five because you knew the strength that he could fuck you. Fuck, he could break you if he want. But now you were sexually frustrated, aroused, with a racing heart and wheezing from the expectation of something.

A night of bad decisions.

“You don't want to get out of your equations.” You turned your voice into something innocent, soft, provocative, and the strong breath that Five drew was a small victory for you "I guess I'll just get off all by myself."

Your smile was malicious, causticante, but as soon as Five got up from that chair, the perfect posture, much taller than you, and was slowly towards you, like a predator with its prey, you knew you were screwed.

“Do you want to come this much?” His fingers passed gently over your warm neck, and you let out a breath with that stupid touch.

Five moved closer, your chest glued to his, the hot, citrusy breath of alcohol hitting your nose. Something wetted you panties, making you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from sighing any louder.

“Would you use your little toy thinking about the times that I fucked you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day?”

That was too much for your already sensitive system. Those words went directly to the thread that connected your heart and its pulsating nucleus, causing a burning note to reverberate.

“Five...”the sigh came out, while the memories of Five using your vibrator to push you to the limit, while him fucking you brutally, prowled like a wild beast in your mind.

Five slid the fingers from your neck to your cleavage, brushing the tips of her fingers across the flesh of your breasts. Five stuffed his forefinger into your cleavage and pulled you to him.

You moaned softly, in a purr.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" The whispered floated in your ear, while you put down the margarita at the bar and held your hands in his arms.

You bit your bottom lip, your panties soaked, your heart beating fast in your chest, the atmosphere more wild and fiery.

“You want this?” Five slowly lowered a strap from your blouse, each second speeding up your heart even more.

“Yes...” You sighed “I really want to, please.”

Then Five's touch got rougher and he held your chin firmly, lifting you face to look him in the eye.

“Beg.” It was an order, but your body was sending millions of feelings to you that you were lost for a second "beg!”

“P-please.” You looked at him pleadingly “Fuck me so badly, please.”

His grip got stronger.

“Once again.” Now the other hand slid roughly over your body, squeezing your waist, thigh, ass, anything that Five could mark as his property.

“Please, I'm begging you to eat me.” You really were, your body needed more, and there was no denying it.

So in the blink of an eye, the blue flash swallowed you both up and took you to his room. You were dizzy for a second, you were not used to his tricks. But Five used it as a bonus and stuck his lips to yours, stunning you with the strong taste of alcohol, desire and lust.

You moaned softly, your hands working to free him from his clothes, your lips corresponding to the battle. You managed to strip off his shirt layers and fade his pants, but Five didn't have the same patience as you. He didn't wait to undress you, he tore the thin fabric and opened your bra hungry, in a hurry, as if you were his last meal.

In a second his hot mouth was on your breast, sucking and nibbling at the needy skin aggressively, his fierce hands pulling you out of the other pieces of clothing. Five was not delicate, loving and caring, he conquered, took, owned, his goal was to devour you until his savagery was sated.

“Fi-Five!” You moaned loudly, your naked body now shaking with desire, your heart exploding in your chest.

You would have said something more if Five hadn't pushed you to the bed and made you fall into it. He pulled your legs apart, exposing you completely to him. His eyes burned with a dangerous and brutal fire, and Five slapped down the inside of your thigh. You screamed, arching your back, your hands closing on the sheet.

“Well, since you want to cum so badly…” Five climbed on top of you, his mouth proving the point where he had hit you “why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, his mouth was right in the middle of your pulsating core. Eating, sucking, tasting everything you willingly offered to him so much. You moaned, or screamed, your hands tightly squeezing the sheet, digging your nails into the fabric.

Five ate you at an undisturbed pace, as if you were the last meal in the desert, clasping his hands on your waist to keep you immobile, sinking his mouth deeper into you. His tongue opened its yours walls, circled her clitoris and sucked there, leaving a hot trail of spittle. You moaned loudly, your waist trying to fight the firm grip of his hands to roll in him mouth. You felt a thread about to burst inside you and your heart started to race in your chest.

“F-Five!” You screamed when he sucked your clitoris, and he could feel you pulsing in his mouth, signaling that you were close.

“Come for me, little slut.”

The vibration of his voice in your sensitive flesh was the trigger you needed, you came intensely, your legs wobbly, your breathing heavy, but Five didn't wait for you to finish coming before climbing on top of you, lowering his pants and underwear enough and brutally get inside you in a fraction of a second.

You groaned loudly, your hands clasping his bare shoulders, your walls hypersensitive to the end of the orgasm that was still breaking free. It was too much for you, your eyes stung with tears, your heart was racing a marathon in your chest, and your whole body was shaking.

Five doesn't give you a second to get used to it, or to get down from the sensation of your orgasms, he set a rough, hard, badly rhythm, entering inside you in penetrations that pushed your body upwards. You spread your legs wider and wrapped them around Five's waist, your chest glued to his chest, skin-to-skin contact being the extra to drive you crazy.

It was too much for you to take, too much for your hypersensitive body. Five silenced your broken moans with toxic kisses.

“Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” His voice was hoarse, breathy, broken, Five drives his dick so deep inside you as possible with every word.

“I...I can't...”You whimpered in his mouth, clasping your hands in Five's hot flesh, sobbing at the strength he put in you, you needed more.

“So let's take care of it.”

Five released an aggressive and rough hickey on your neck, putting an arm around your waist, sticking every inch of their bodies together, and his free hand covered your mouth, drowning out yours screams. You thought it was going to placate his hard rhythm, but Five started pulling your waist down, against his dick, and sinking deeper inside you.

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?” Five snarled, looking into yours watery eyes "Now take it, fuck!."

His dirty words only led you further towards the second abyss. Five fucked you so hard that you couldn't answer, let alone whit the heavy hand on your mouth. Yours hands sank into the skin on his back, yours legs pulling him hips towards you, desperate to placate what was about to burst.

Five could feel yours tight walls throbbing on his dick, signaling that you were going to come any second. He groaned loudly, clenching his teeth on the skin of your neck so as not to make a noise, thrusting his dick as deep as possible into you. He replaced the hand in your mouth with his own lips, swallowing yours moans and trying to keep the sounds of you both low.

“I ... I'm going to...” You cried with pleasure, pain, desire, his rhythm hurt but it gave you so much hunger and pleasure that you could feel the liquid of your arousal soaking his dick.

Five looked at you in a way full of lust and with a very desire to break you. Oh he wanted to destroy you.

He came out of you, making you let out a loud moan of frustration and tears streaming from yours eyes. You whimpered loudly, and Five switched positions and pulled you hard into his lap, giving you no time to straighten up before he pushed his dick into you and aggressively stuck both hands to your waist.

You bit your lip hard to keep from screaming, trembling hands resting on his chest as Five pulled you up and down brutally, thrusting his dick in as deep as possible in you. He did not contain an aggressive groan at the sight of yours breasts jumping on his face, body sweaty and marked by fingers and hickeys, the inside of yours thighs already red by the force that Five shocked the body in you.

“Pl ... please!”

You begged, your face smeared with mascara and tears, your lips red from raw kisses, your hair sweaty. You looked like a goddess and Five wanted even more to destroy you.

“Do you want to come?” His voice was breathless, hoarse, fierce.

You nodded frantically, looking at Five with beg, begging him to let you come. It seemed to have an overwhelming effect on him. Five slapped your ass down, raising his hand to your back and pulling you forward, making your chest lie on his while the rhythm reached new places.

You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming, tears streaming down your face.

“If you come in this position, I will not control myself.” He snarled at you.

“I do not mind!” You begged, moving your waist to match his rhythm.

“Guess i'll just have to cum in you then” Then Five kissed you, hard, bad, dropped a hand to your clitoris and applied the trigger you needed to collapse.

You sank your mouth into the skin of his neck to muffle your scream, and soon a hot, thick liquid was filling you to the brim, taking up every inch inside you. You whimpered loudly against Five, hims hips doing the final thrusts to make sure the cum was filling you, his warm hands loosening the aggressive grip.

You both breathed loudly, your legs were shaking, your hair was stuck to your face and it took you two minutes to lift your face and look at Five. He gave you an arrogant smile of ‘I said I was going to break you and I broke’ and you laughed softly.

“I don't think I can get up.” You laughed, and Five removed a lock of hair from your face. “Do you think they heard us?”

“They certainly heard you.” He scoffed.

“Coming from your room.” You snapped and Five laughed, hims chest still heaving and heaving, covered in a mist of sweat.

“Fuck them.” Five said, gently pulling your hips up, pulling the dick out of you, making you sigh a broken moan. “You are so sensitive!” He said between his teeth, as if he had never been satisfied with you.

You laughed, and shook your head, exposing your neck full of purple tick marks.

“You know…” Five took his index finger to the marks, delicately skirting them “you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, rolling your eyes.

“Can we take a shower together?” Five nodded at you question. “ and…”

“And?”

“You know ...” yours cheeks became more flushed "Come cuddle."

Five laughed, his eyes tame now, an open smile and satisfied energy.

“We can.” he smiled and you gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

[arvinsescape]

Jealous Tom.

A/N: This is based off a request i recieved about Jealous Tom! I hope you enjoy and I hope the person that sent me the request enjoys! Sorry it took a while to write but here it is!

Summary: I think the title says enough. Porn with very little plot and slight fluff but not much.

Warnings: Swearing, smut (minors do not engage), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, please practise safe sex for multiple reasons), slight orgasm denial and slight degredation(?) i guess. (Just to point out this is happening in an established relationship).

W/C: 1.8K

Requests are currently closed.

Tom was jealous, you could feel it in the stare that was directed your way as you spoke to your manager. Tom had never been a fan of him, said he had a crush on you and that he constantly stared at your boobs and your arse, you said he was being ridiculous, he was your manager, there’s no way he’d see you like that. Not that you cared, you loved Tom and that was that.

You were at a works party and although you didn’t really want to be here you kind of had to be and you were chatting with your manager because you had to play nice, you wanted a promotion and he would have to recommend you so you had to keep being nice even if you did find him dull. You felt as two arms snaked around your waist and Tom’s chin suddenly appeared on your shoulder.

“I’m really sorry darling but we need to go, family emergency.” He said as he kissed your cheek, all whilst eyeing your manager. You turned in his grasp as you looked at him.

“Not a problem, I’ll see you on Monday Y/N.” Your manager said as he made his way elsewhere. You furrowed your brows in worry.

“What’s happened?” You asked.

“Nothing, wanted to get rid of him, he’s just pissing me off, looking at your boobs every two seconds.” Tom said, if he had you hadn’t noticed, again you didn’t care, you loved Tom and your mind didn’t wander elsewhere. You huffed out a slight laugh as you wound your arms around his shoulders, playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

“Jealous?”

“You’re fucking right I am, looking at what’s mine.” Tom huffed.

“Yours? They are attached to my body.” You teased.

“They’re still mine. You’re mine.” He said confidently as he pulled you into a kiss, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled away. You loved jealous Tom, he made for much fun in the bedroom and an absolute railing that would leave you with a wobbly walk for a day.

“I don’t think it works like that.” You teased as you slightly hummed.

“Do you need reminding who you belong to?” He smirked and you smirked, you were definitely going to wind him up.

“Myself?” You asked innocently battering your eyelashes at him.

“We’re going home.” He stated as he practically dragged you from the party. The taxi ride home was full of heated kisses and wandering hands and as soon as the front door to your home shut Tom had you pinned against it, kissing you feverishly.

Your hands where about to travel to his hair before he grabbed your wrists in both of his hands and pinned them to the door.

“Now then princess, I think I need to remind you who exactly it is you belong to.” He whispered huskily into your ear and you shivered. He moved his hands around your waist and picked you up carrying you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed with a soft thud as he crawled on top of you.

“Who did you say these belonged to again?” He asked as he cupped your breast.

“Me.” You stuttered out as he bit your collarbone.

“But I look after them so well princess, give them all the attention they need.” He said as he moved the straps of your dress down your shoulders before rolling it down enough to expose your breasts. “No bra? No wonder he was looking so much.”

“It didn’t work with my outfit.” You breathed out and he hummed as he moved his head down to encase your nipple into his mouth. He slowly and somewhat awkwardly removed your dress and it hit the floor as you kicked your shoes off. His hand trailed up your thigh as he touched you over your underwear.

“This is all for me?” He asked referring to the wet patch that had pooled in your underwear and you moaned.

“Maybe.” You said with a smirk and he cupped your heat as he slowly moved his palm to create friction against your clit.

“Don’t be a brat. We both know only I can make you this wet, that your pretty little pussy belongs to me, aches for me.” He whispered into your ear and you moaned again. “Say it princess.” He urged and you couldn’t stop yourself, the slow torturous movements of his palm wasn’t enough, you wanted to feel his fingers deep in your walls.

“It’s all for you Tom.” You panted out and he chuckled as he licked a hot strip from the base of your neck to your ear.

“Good girl.” He said as he moved your underwear to the side and collected your arousal on his fingers before shoving them into your heat. “This what you want princess? Want me to fuck you with my fingers in the way only I know how? You respond so well to me.” He spoke as you clenched around his fingers, only adding to his point as you furiously nodded.

He moved his thumb to circle your clit as you cried out and he picked up the pace with his fingers. It felt so good as he continued his assault as he reminded you just how fucking good at this he is, not that you needed much reminding, his tongue had been lapping at your clit that same morning. You felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and as a consequence you tightened around his fingers and he slowed the movements of his thumb.

“I don’t know if you deserve to come princess. Winding me up on purpose, being a little brat.” He smirked and you whimpered you were so close but his thumb was moving torturingly slow and it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge, just enough to keep you teetering.

“I’m sorry Tommy.” You panted out and he hummed again as he bit at your neck.

“I’m not so sure you are.” He said and you moaned as he curled his finger towards your g spot.

“I’m all yours Tommy, no one else’s, all yours.” You were a moaning mess as you got your words out. “Please, let me come, I promise I won’t be a brat again.” You said and he chuckled.

“Now that I don’t believe, you like being a brat so I fuck you harder don’t you?” He said and you moaned in response, you were so unbelievably turned on in a way only Tom could make you.

“Yes.” You admitted and he licked at your sweet spot.

“Well I suppose for your honesty I should let you come.” He said as he rubbed your clit faster with his thumb and you cried out again as his fingers continuously hit your g spot. You felt the coil snap and pull you into an orgasm as he fucked you through it with his fingers. Once you’d recovered from your earth shattering orgasm he brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Open.” He said and you did as he stuck his fingers into your mouth and you moaned as you tasted yourself on his fingers, cleaning them up, licking and sucking. “Good girl.”

He stood as he removed your underwear and his clothes before climbing back on top of you. You were so ready for him again as you breathed heard in anticipation for what you knew was coming next. You hadn’t noticed he’d kept hold of his tie until he was gripping your wrists in one hand and tying your hands to the headboard.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you princess and remind you just who you belong to.” He spoke and it travelled straight down to your core making you wet all over again. You loved this side of Tom, you really did. You nodded as he thrust harshly into you and you moaned out at the feeling, he always felt amazing. He gave you a minute to adjust before he started to fuck you. His thrusts were slow, deep and hard as he caught your g spot every time and it left you moaning his name in response.

“So tight for me, no one else fills you up like I do.” He groaned and you cried out as he gave you a particularly hard thrust. You were completely at his mercy and you loved every fucking second of it.

“No one else fills me like you do Tommy. No one makes me feel as good as you do.” You moaned out as you went to move your hands around his back to pull him closer but of course you couldn’t your hands tied to the headboard. He chuckled slightly as he watched your attempt and sped up his thrusts, still keeping up the same depth and hardness. You were moaning so loud that you wondered if the neighbours could hear you. You were sure they’d be able to hear the bed knocking against the wall.

“That’s it princess, tell everyone who makes you feel this good.” He said as you moaned his name, you were close again and you clenched around him for the second time. “Such a needy little pussy, always wanting to come around me.” He spoke and you cried out as his thumb made contact with your clit. “Now be a good girl and come for me.” He spoke as he pounded into you whilst furiously rubbing your clit. You felt his movements grow sloppier and knew he was close too.

“Tell everyone who’s gonna make you come.” He moaned out and you fell over the edge at that with a loud moan of his name as you felt him follow, he rode you both threw your highs and collapsed on top of you both of you breathing hard and sweating. He kissed at your shoulder a few times before reaching up and untying you, your hands instantly finding his hair as you ran them through it.

He was still inside you as you both tried to calm your breathing after a mind blowing orgasms. He continued to press kisses into your shoulder as his hands ran softly up and down your sides.

“I love you, you know that.” Tom spoke after a minute.

“I love you too Tommy.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that?” He was referring to the possessive nature in which he spoke about you. He never wanted you to think he saw you as an object or a possession and no matter how many times you’d had sex like this he always wanted to remind you of that fact. He didn’t want you to believe that he genuinely thought you were his and not your own person.

“I know Tommy. I fucking love jealous Tom anyway.” You smirked and he laughed as he propped himself up to look at you as he smirked.

“Oh I know you do baby.”

[xcertaindarkthingsx]

make you mine

pairing: jealous!mando x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been traveling with the Mandalorian for a while now as a healer and caretaker for the Child.  one day, the Mandalorian needs your specific skills to help him catch a bounty, and needless the say he is NOT happy about it.  

warnings: two idiots that don’t know they like each other, some fluff and yearning, a smidge of possessiveness/jealousy, canon-typical violence, swearing in basic and mando’a, brief mentions of unwanted touching, mentions of taking care of injuries/stitching and blood, SMUT 18+ (minors BEGONE), porn w/ plot i guess, thigh riding, finger sucking, grinding, a lil’ dirty talk (if i miss any just please let me know!)

word count: 7.6k (i’m soRRY)

a/n: WHEW OK so i originally wrote this for #dincember but because i suck at deadlines and take forever to write it just turned into something else. reader is a lil insecure but mando makes it all better (self-projection, anyone?) ummm, this is my first time writing for din AND my first time writing smut but i hope you guys like it! comments/likes/reblogs/feedback are completely welcome and much appreciated! i apologize if this is a mess kladjflkd but shoutout to @a-dorin and @princessxkenobi for being wonderful beta readers and helping me when i got stuck.  i am planning on making this a two parter, so if you want to be added to my tag list let me know! if you prefer to read on ao3 you can do so here . mando’a translations at the end!

gif credit: @bestintheparsec

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Soft coos filled the air inside the Razor Crest as you desperately tried to rock the Child back to sleep.  You were almost certain he was starting to get hungry, but you were out of snacks and Mando had told you not to leave the ship under any circumstances.

You had been traveling with the Mandalorian for a while now, after being picked up on Arvala-7. You were a healer—a pretty damn good one, if you had anything to say about it—and had patched him up after a bounty hunt gone wrong.  

The Mandalorian thought your services would be helpful if things ever got a little dicey again, so he asked you along for the ride (the reality was you had nagged and scolded him so much about how cauterizing was not the answer for every wound, that he eventually caved just to get you to stop). There wasn’t really anything tying you to Arvala-7, so you agreed.

Plus, the Child had taken a real liking to you, and how could you say no to that precious face?  

The Mandalorian was an odd man—well, no.  Not odd.  More like intriguing, and you were drawn to it.  It had been quiet and awkward the first few months.  He was a rigid man of few words, never speaking more than necessary (unless he thought he was alone with the kid; the way he spoke with him made your heart melt).  But after countless late nights together of taking care of the Child and constantly tending to his injuries, you were surprised to find there was a sense of gentleness under all that beskar.

The Mandalorian had been just as surprised as you when he found himself warming up to your presence.  It was all the little moments that had snuck up on him, the stolen glances and lingering touches, and now his heartbeat seemed to quicken every time you were together.

Little did he know, yours did too.  

At the sound of the hatch door opening, you looked up.  You watched as the Mandalorian walked up the platform, admiring his strut.  How someone could look so good just walking, you had no idea, but it was maddening.  

“No bounty?” you called out, turning the kid in your arms so he would be facing out towards his dad.  It was unusual that Mando hadn’t found the target yet, but you were just thankful he was in one piece for now.  He shook his head.

“Not yet.  I ran into some… complications,” he huffed and even though his voice was laced with frustration, it put you at ease.  Being on the ship alone for nearly the whole day, sometimes you just missed hearing that husky baritone filtering through his modulator.  

Not to mention you thought it was sexy as hell.  

You quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Complications?”  

He heaved a deep sigh, lifting a hand for the Child to grab, which he took happily.  “Hey, kid,” he whispered, and you smiled as the Child babbled back.  Mando turned his helmet towards you and continued.  “Yes, but I found a contact who should be able to give more information.  I came back for you and the kid first.  I know you guys must be hungry.”  

You nodded at the same time the little green bean gave a resounding coo, earning a soft chuckle from the both of you.  “I’ll get the pram ready.”

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After a quick stop in the marketplace for supplies, Mando had led you two into what seemed to be the only bar in town.  It was only late afternoon, leaving it nearly empty, save for a few older patrons lazily sipping on glasses of ale.  You ignored the way the Weequay behind the bar seemed to look you up and down.     

Mando set you and the kid up with two bowls of soup at a table nearby while he talked business with his contact, who happened to be the bartender.  Sipping your soup, you tried not to eavesdrop as the two began to fall into what you would call a heated discussion.  On Mando’s end.  Apparently, this was a particularly “difficult” target.  

“Lucky for you, he’s got an eye for pretty girls,” the bartender drawled, jutting his chin at you.  “She’ll do fine.”

Your head snapped up from your task of feeding the child, spoon mid-air.  “Excuse me?”

“No.  Absolutely not,” resounded Mando’s gruff voice from under the helmet.    

“Listen, Mando.  This guy is high-profile, practically untouchable, bodyguards with him at all times. And I’m not talkin’ your run of the mill pair of idiots that can’t shoot for a damn, I’m talkin’ highly trained mercenaries.”  The Weequay sighed.  “I don’t doubt your skills as a Mandalorian, but you’re just one man.  You need to get him alone, and she is your only way of doing that,” he insisted.  

“I said, no,” Mando gritted out.  You were non-negotiable.  

The bartender just shrugged.  “Then consider this a loss, cause you’re not getting anywhere near him.”

Your heart hammered in your chest listening to the two of them argue. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, remembering the way the bartender eyed you when you walked in.  All you wanted to do at this point was bury yourself in the confines of your room in the Razor Crest.

Mando seemed final in his decision, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he didn’t want you involved or if he thought you simply lacked the skills to do so.  He could probably tell you weren’t really the seducing type, and truthfully the thought of trying to do was mortifying.    

But Mando needed this, right?  You thought of all the things he’s done for you, how he’s protected and provided for you.  This was the least you could do for him.  You could deal with one night of potential discomfort so he could get his bounty.  It was a lot of credits.  

“I’ll do it.”

Mando snapped his head around at you so fast, it was a miracle he hadn’t hurt himself.  “For the last time, I said you are no—”

“I’m doing it,” you said a little more forcefully, cutting him off. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was staring daggers into you from underneath the helmet, but it was going to take more than a dirty look to get you to change your mind.  

“Excellent!” the bartender’s cheery voice cut through the tension in the room.  “Come on back, I’ve got an old dress an ex-girlfriend left behind that you could probably use.”

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The dress in question was a slinky black number that had you freezing your ass off in the cold of the desert night.  

The dress was too… everything.  Too short, too revealing, too tight; but the only other thing you had to wear were some oversized t-shirts and utility pants, which aren’t exactly sexy, so you were shit out of luck.  

Mando nearly choked when you came out of your room, thankful for the helmet for hiding his widened eyes and agape mouth. You looked absolutely ravishing, the black fabric clinging to all the right places on your figure.  His eyes roved over the valley of your chest, the curve of your hips, the length of your legs, and his hands balled into fists, just aching to hold you.  It’s as if your skin was begging to be touched.  

You cleared your throat, feeling incredibly exposed and wondering what in the blazes Mando was looking at because you were certain you looked absolutely ridiculous.  The noise shook him out of whatever daze he was in and he quickly shifted his gaze.  

“Not a word,” you warned, wobbling down the platform.  As bad as the dress was, the heels it came with were somehow worse.  “I feel ridiculous.”

“You shouldn’t,” he answered a little too quickly. “You look…” words were lost on him as he tried to find the right one.  One that wouldn’t make it obvious that he was losing his kriffing mind in front of you.  “Good,” he finally decided on, and mentally kicked himself for it.  Good?

You gave him an exasperated look.  “I know you’re just being nice.”

He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by an ill-timed fit of babbling from the kid.  You had bent down as best you could to give him a little pat on the head and he could feel a lump forming in his throat.  

Mando couldn’t express how much he didn’t want you to do this.  And well, he tried.  The whole way back to the ship, in fact.  But for some reason you were completely hell-bent on doing this for him, and he didn’t know how to explain that you and your safety meant more to him than a few thousand credits.  

The reality was, Mando wanted you.  He never thought he’d be so fond for someone besides the Child, but you were the exception.  And even though he wanted to make you his, he knew it would be selfish of him to pursue you, to claim you, when he couldn’t give you everything you deserved; his Creed prevented him from doing so.  

But Mando was a greedy man, so he took what he could get.  He drank up all the kindness you so freely gave him, like a parched soul wandering in the desert, and cherished every little moment the two of you shared. They probably meant nothing to you, but they were everything to him.  And he wanted more.

Not only was he a greedy man, but a stingy one as well.  The thought of anyone other than him seeing you in that dress was enough to send his thoughts into a jealous frenzy.  

“You don’t have to do this,” he tried to reason again.  

You placed a gentle hand on the soft spot between his pauldron and neck and offered a small smile.  “Don’t worry, Mando.  Everything will be fine.”        

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Everything was, in fact, not fine.  

The night had started well enough.  After all of Mando’s failed attempts at dissuading you again, he had finally resigned to silently stewing in his disapproval rather than voicing it.  

You entered the bar while he stayed behind and watched closely from the outside.  He had given you a comms device, that, with the push of a button, would let him know you were alone with the bounty and it was time for him to step in.  

“Just press it, and I will be right there,” he assured, his gloved fingers pressing the device firmly into your bare palm. Something about the protective tone of his voice stirred something in you.  You nodded before looking away, trying to ignore your racing heart.  

The bar was rowdy that night, patrons hooting and howling from the booze.  The smell of stale spice and death sticks wafted in the air, making you wrinkle your nose.  Your newfound bartender friend had waved you over, pointing out the target with a nod of his head.  

Your eyes fell on a Pantoran man across the bar with a drink in his hand, dozens of black suits surrounding him.  His associates—a Rodian and another Pantoran—seemed to all be talking business.  The bartender wasn’t kidding about this guy’s security.

How the hell am I supposed to get this guy’s attention?  You desperately racked your head for subtle ideas but came to a halt when his eyes met yours.  Kriff, he had caught you staring.  So much for subtle.  Trying not to panic, you flashed your best coy smile before turning back towards the bar.

Somehow, that was enough to give him the courage to approach you.  

Cocky bastard, you thought as he swaggered on up to you, leaning in close, leering.  With his chiseled features and striking yellow markings, you would’ve called him handsome— if you didn’t already know what a sleazebag he was.  An air of arrogance surrounded him, the type that made him think he could get whatever he wanted with a flash of those pearly whites. Typical douche.  You wanted to smack him for being so close.  

Instead, you flashed another winning smile. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you leaned in close and with a breathy whisper of, ‘Let’s get out of here’ he was tossing credits to the bartender and signaling to his guards that he was leaving with you.  

The Weequay had shot you a knowing look as he watched you leave; a warning.  You assured him that everything was fine with a slight nod of your head.      

The asshole had his arm snaked around you, hand on your ass, as you made your way to the motel just across the street.  You fought back the urge to throttle him, instead fawning about how, ‘I can’t wait to be alone with you, darling.’    

Your hands began to clam up as he retrieved the keys from the clerk, and you tried to convince yourself that everything would be fine once you clicked the button on your comm from the inside of the room.

Wrong.  

Immediately after the Pantoran locked the door, the unease in your stomach began to grow.  Bile rose in your throat at his grinning face, the way he fidgeted and licked his lips as he pressed you into the wall.  A hand landed on your bare thigh, trailing dangerously high, where you shuddered in disgust at the feeling.  

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” he whispered, and that was your cue to press the comms device you were desperately clutching in your small purse.  Your mistake was failing to mask the faint beeping noise it emitted.  Your companion stiffened at the sound, pressing you further into the wall.  

“What the hell did you just do?” he growled, using the other hand to rip your arm from your purse.  He stared at the comms device with contempt, before turning his attention back to me.  “You bi—”

He never got to finish, because the next thing you knew your Mandalorian was crashing through the door, blaster in hand.

The scene Mando had walked in on nearly made him sick.  That osi’kovid’s hands all over you, and worst of all, the look of pure fear on your face after being made.  He’d planned to put a quick end to the whole ordeal, but the bounty had plans of his own.

Mando rushed him, shoving him into the wall and away from you.  As expected, the Pantoran went flying before crumpling onto the floor.  What Mando hadn’t been expecting was for him to be armed. He didn’t peg him as the type to get his hands dirty.  

The Mandalorian was about to release the fibercord whip from his vambrace when the bounty rose from the floor with a sneer, a small combat knife in hand as he lunged at Mando, before wrestling him to the floor and sending his blaster skittering.  

You watched in frozen horror as the two fought for the upper hand. At one point, the bounty had tried to charge at you, slashing wildly, but Mando was already there blocking his blows. The knife caught on the cowl above his chest, slicing the skin underneath with a sickening noise.  That seemed to kick your brain into overdrive, and you dived for the fallen blaster on the ground.  

You took a steadying breath before you aimed and shot once, twice, at the bounty’s leg.  He cried out from his place above Mando before clutching his leg and finally falling over.

Mando rose and immediately released the fibercord, imprisoning the bounty.  He held his hand out for his blaster, and you watched with wide eyes as he smacked the butt of it into the Pantoran’s face once, twice, three times.  The third time ended with an appalling crack, his head lolling forward, and leaving him unconscious.  

You stared as Mando stood in front of the bounty, seething.  You could have sworn his hands were shaking.      

“Stars, Mando, your neck,” you murmured, breathless.  The room was dim, but you could see the dark stain of blood that was beginning to drench his cowl.  Your hands went to inspect the wound, but he quickly brushed you off.  

“We need to go,” he grunted, gathering the rope and heading towards the back entrance of the room.  The two of you hadn’t exactly been quiet and the bounty’s guards were bound to notice their boss had been gone for too long.  When you had opened your mouth to argue, to insist that you needed to check his injuries, he was already out the door.

Adrenaline still coursed through your veins as you walked back towards the ship.  You pulled your arms tight across your body in an attempt to quell your trembling hands; guilt, bubbling up in your stomach as you replayed the events of the night in your head.  

You had been the one to volunteer yourself for the mission.

You were the one who had repeatedly insisted that everything would be fine.  

And now, your Mandalorian was bleeding profusely from a nasty wound on his neck.  

“Mando,” you pleaded, trying to keep up with him in your ridiculous heels.  Instead of acknowledging you, your words fell to deaf ears.  He was stomping his way back to the ship, the unconscious bounty in tow.  

Worry bloomed in your chest.  The wound had looked bad back at the motel, but it was as if he couldn’t even feel it.  You could hear his ragged breathing from behind; whether it was from the fight, the long walk, or the wound, you weren’t sure.  

“Mando,” you tried again, this time raising your voice as you approached the hatch of the ship.  

Nothing.

He let out another grunt as he hauled the bounty onto the ship, towards the carbon-freezing machine.  You pursed your lips, jaw clenching in his direction. You did not appreciate being ignored, especially after just half-saving his ass just moments before.

Granted, you were the one that had put him in that position, but that was besides the point.

His back was to you and you stepped closer, ready to unleash a piece of your damn mind, when you stopped.  You took in his brooding stance and clenched fists.  The tremble in his hands.  Anger seemed to roll off the Mandalorian in waves, making you falter.  

What the hell was his problem?

“Mando, can you kriffing listen to me?  I need to treat you, you have no idea if he nicked an important artery or something.  I don’t know what you’re so worked up about, but you’ve been bleeding for a few minutes now and I just need to look—” annoyance rose in you as he continued to prep the carbon machine.  “Maker, can you even hear me?”

The Mandalorian couldn’t hear you, not clearly anyways.  Blood was still rushing in his ears, his vision still tinged red.  But with another call of his name, you were finally able to get through and he suddenly whipped around.  

“He touched you,” he gritted out, seething and shaking. “That skanah had his hands all over you and I swear if I didn’t need him alive for the bounty, he’d already be dead.”  He punctuated the last word with the slam of a button on the machine.    

You took a step back, eyes wide and brows furrowed. Something warm tightened in your chest and belly.  Wh-why did he care so much?  A lump had lodged itself into your throat.  “Mando, I—I’m fine.  Alright? I’m okay,” you tried to assure.  “So, can you please calm down and let me just—"

But the Mandalorian already had his back turned again.  You threw your hands up in the air, groaning in frustration as he continued to work.  Another minute passed and with a faint whoosh, the bounty was finally set in carbonite.  

A shiver ran through your body as the cool night air blew its way into the Razor Crest, raising goosebumps on your exposed skin.  Seeing you tremble in the cold seemed to break Mando out of whatever angry stupor he was in.    

In all honesty, he hadn’t meant to ignore you, but something in him snapped back at the motel.  The image of that skanah touching you had made his blood boil, and his sole goal was to get him back to the ship and be done with it.  

“You’re… cold,” he stated, the words coming out slow and soft, like pulling them out of a dream.  You must have been freezing in that dress.    

Your head snapped up at him.  “I—what?”

“Let me get you a blanket or—” He hesitated when he saw you pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes screwed shut.  

You couldn’t believe this idiot.  

“Mando, seriously?”  Your heart and your brain were having a hard time deciding whether you should be flattered about him caring so much or pissed off because he didn’t seem to give a damn about himself.  

You chose a mix of the two.

“Mando,” you sighed, looking up at him.  “I promise you I’m fine, thank you.  Really.”  You gave him your most genuine, caring look to show you were thankful for his concern, and then quickly replaced it with a hard one.  “But if you don’t get up into that cockpit right now and let me treat you, I’m going to use that damn pulse rifle on you.”

And just like that, you had managed to dissolve the lingering traces of anger in his mind.  His lips twitched under the helmet.  “That supposed to scare me?”

You glared.  “Don’t push it.” You could have sworn he was laughing under there.

The Mandalorian would have laughed if the wound on his neck hadn’t began to ache.  Instead, he begrudgingly nodded, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before disappearing into the cockpit.  

He began to input the coordinates back to Nevarro into the navicomputer, warmth unfurling in his chest as he listened to you check on the Child.  A tiredness had begun to settle in his muscles from the fight earlier, and he grimaced as he reached for a lever on the control panel.  The pain on his neck was getting worse, and if he was being honest it burned like all hell, but he was not going to admit that to you.

The door behind him slid open and you stepped in frazzled, medkit in hand.  Even with your hair in disarray and scrapes littering your arms and legs, he thought you looked breathtaking.  

“Uh, so bad news,” you began, gesturing at the medkit.  “They didn’t have any at the market earlier, so we’re out of bacta shots and spray.  I’m gonna have to stitch it closed depending on how deep it is.”  You shot him an apologetic look.

He nodded, putting in the last of the coordinates before removing his chest plate to give you easier access, and turning his chair to face you.  You closed the space between the two of you, quickly going to work.  Careful hands began to peel away at the fabric stuck to the wound, a hiss of pain at the tip of his tongue as you ripped off the last of it.

“Sorry,” you whispered, inspecting the fabric before discarding it.  “You’re definitely gonna need a new cape.”

He shrugged.  “At least now you’ve got a new blanket.”  You always had a habit of curling up into all his old stuff.  

With a smile, you returned your focus to the task at hand, mentally sighing in relief as you began to clean the wound.  It could have been worse, but it was still very deep.  An inch to the left and just a smidge higher, and you would have had quite the problem on your hands.  

“Idiot,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

“Lucky,” you corrected, biting back a smirk.  “You got lucky.  Any higher and this would be a lot messier.”  You tossed the last of the gauze out and prepared the needle and thread.

Mando took in your awkward stance as you tried to bend down and begin stitching.  Standing was fine for when you were cleaning, but for something this intricate it wasn’t the best position.  You cursed and tried again, trying to get the angle right, but it was no use.  The thought left his mouth before he even had a chance to filter it.  

“You can sit on me if that’s easier.”

Heat blazed on your cheeks at his words, nearly dropping the damn needle.  “Oh—um—” Coherent thoughts didn’t seem to be forming in your head at the moment.

Panic flooded the Mandalorian’s brain as he took in your shocked expression and realized his mistake.  “I—well, not like that—what I meant was—” he spluttered, trying to find the right words, thankful that his helmet hid his mortified expression.          

“No, no it’s okay I—I know what you meant,” you managed to choke out after picking your jaw up off the floor.  It would have been comical—the certain and capable bounty hunter struggling to regain his composure—but his words had flooded your mind with some less than innocent thoughts and images, ones that left you heated and flustered.  You swallowed hard in an attempt to relieve your suddenly very dry throat.  “I can, if you’re okay with it?”

He slowly nodded, mentally kicking himself for being so daft.  He held his breath as you stepped closer, bracing a hand low on his chest as you perched yourself on his lap.  You cursed, trying to your best to maneuver yourself onto him without being inappropriate.

Finally, you were situated, hovering precariously over his thigh.  You breathed deep, willing your mind and body to calm down. Being in such close proximity to the Mandalorian was… dizzying, but you had a job to do.  And so, you went to work.  

A few minutes in, Mando could feel the tension rolling off your body, the tremble of your thighs as you tried to hold yourself above him.  “You can sit if you need to.”

The thought had crossed your mind, but truthfully you were afraid of how your body would react if you did. Eventually you gave in, shivering at the cold kiss of beskar on the insides of your thighs as you straddled his leg.  A knot was forming in your belly, low and warm.  

Maker, help me, you thought.

The change in position had slid your dress higher and Mando’s eyes began to wander again, taking in the exposed skin where your dress had hiked itself up, the material bunching around your hips.  His hands felt that pull again, that ache to touch you; to dig his fingers into the soft, plump flesh.  

Osik, he cursed, trying to control himself.  In his mind he conjured up the image of a blaster, mentally taking it apart and putting it back together as a pitiful attempt at a distraction.

You had fallen into a steady rhythm of stitching and knotting, your hands absentmindedly working.  The Mandalorian had fallen into a dull haze in the wake of your delicate touches, despite the sting and pull of the needle.  But when your hands brushed the edge of his helmet, he snapped to attention, reflexes kicking in.

A strong hand had immediately encircled your wrist, forcefully locking it in place.  Your breath seized at the realization of your colossal fuck-up.  How could you be so stupid?

“Shit, shit, I—I’m sorry,” you stammered out.  “Mando, I—I promise I wasn’t going to take it off, I just needed to adjust it to get the needle under.”  Your heart thundered against your chest, and you swear you could hear it in the empty silence of the cockpit.  The iron-clad grip he had on your wrist was starting to hurt, biting into your skin.  

Mando saw the flash of fear in your eyes, the way you had flinched at his touch and loosened the grip on your hand.  Regret began to bubble up inside him.  He opened his mouth to apologize, it had just been his instincts, but you beat him to it.  Your next words caught him off guard.  

“Do you trust me?”

He swallowed hard. Of course he did.  There was no question about it.  You were the one constant in his life besides the kid; the one he found he could rely on time and time again for anything. You had never betrayed him, in Creed or otherwise.  He took a steadying breath before answering.  “Yes.”

You tried to ignore the burst of warmth in your chest at his admission and what it implied. Instead, you nodded, slowly allowing yourself to move again and continue your care.  “Lean back,” you whispered and he obliged, fully baring his neck to you. It was a vulnerable position, but the cautious movements of your hands crushed any anxiety that threatened to well up in him.

And maybe it was that cautious, careful touch that had begun to wear down his walls; the tenderness you so freely gave that softened his heart and opened him up.  He wanted to make up the last minute to you, to show that he really did trust you.  Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop the next thing that tumbled out of his mouth.

“Din.”

You paused mid-stitch, confusion flickering on your face.  “What’d you say?”

His heart felt like it was going to fly out of his ribcage.  “My name.  It’s Din.”

Confusion slowly morphed to shock at his revelation.  He had just shared his name with you; something incredibly personal and dear to him. Knowing it felt… intimate.  How many people actually knew his real name? You couldn’t stop that slow smile that had begun to spread on your face.  

“Din,” you repeated, hushed as if someone else would hear.  His heart skipped at the sound of his name on your lips; the soft way your voice curled around the short syllable.  Your eyes peered into his through the visor of his helmet, a question behind them. “Just ‘Din’?”

“Din Djarin,” he corrected.  

You repeated it again, delight clear on your face.  “I like it.”

I do too, he thought.  Especially when you say it.  “You can use it whenever, as long as we’re alone or it’s just the kid.”

“Of course,” you nodded, then added a soft, “Thank you.”  For trusting me.

The two of you had settled back into a comfortable silence, his hands resting comfortably on your hips, and Din couldn’t fathom why you kept biting back a smile.  You were the first to break it.  

“I’m sorry, for all this.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that painful.”  

You shook your head.  “No, I mean—” you gestured at his neck and then to you. “He was aiming for me.”

He scoffed.  “You’re out of your mind if you think I’d let anything happen to you.” You could hear the anger beginning to simmer beneath his words again.  “No, I… I would protect you every single time.  Besides, that osi’yaim got what he deserved in the end.”  

Your eyes flicked to his visor again and you tried to ignore the way the knot in your belly tightened at his promise to you and the shiver his low voice sent down your spine.  Instead, you tried to change the subject.  “Osi’yaim?”

“A useless, despicable person.  A waste of space.”

A soft laugh escaped you lips.  “You need to teach more Mando’a.  Something besides the bad words.”

Din’s heart clenched at your request. Something about you asking to learn his language stirred something deep in him.  “Of course,” he managed to reply, but it came out more strangled than he had meant it to.    

You continued with your task, getting lost in the repeated movements of your fingers.

Watching you work had always fascinated Din.  You granted each injury the same amount of attention, whether it was as small as a papercut or as big as the gash he had now.  It was endearing.  The meticulous way you ensured every stitch, every bandage, was perfect and in place. The adept movements of your fingers, steady with every touch.  The way you bit your lip and furrowed your brow as you concentrated.  

He was captivated by it, and you, every time.

His gaze was concealed by his helmet most of the time, but tonight you could feel the weight of his eyes on you.  Your cheeks began to burn at the thought of him staring at you so closely and you thanked the maker that he couldn’t see the crimson hue painting your face.  

“Are you warm?” he asked, the low rumble of his voice startling you.  

“What?”

“You’ve been shivering since you started, but… you’re all flushed,” he explained.

Your eyes widened at his words, heart stopping.  “Wait—how can you see my—”

“Heat sensors.” Din couldn’t help but notice the way the heat on your face spread even more, down the soft slopes of your neck and chest.

Of course, heat sensors.  You were absolutely mortified, a nervous laugh erupting from your chest.  May as well be honest.  

“No, not warm, more like embarrassed,” you tried to explain, unable to meet his eyes.  

Din tilted his head, trying to understand.  “Why?”

You scoffed.  “’Cause I just realized I’ve been sticking my ugly mug in your face for the past 20 minutes.”      

Din was dumbfounded.  Ugly? The mere thought of you seeing yourself in that way made his heart ache.  How could you think such a thing when he saw you as the most radiant thing in this galaxy?  That, every time he saw you, he had to remind himself to breathe?

He had no idea what the in blazes he was doing, but he knew that he couldn’t let you go on thinking such things about yourself.  Din reached out and tilted your chin up towards him, making you meet his eyes.  

“Cyar’ika, you are the furthest thing from ugly that someone could be.  I—you are absolutely stunning.  Do you—do you know what seeing you in that dress tonight did to me?” he confessed, letting out a breathy laugh.  The front of his pants tightened in reminder.  “I’ll teach you something new in Mando’a right now.”  He paused, letting his fingers brush over your chin. “Mesh’la.”

It felt like you were on fire at that point, burning under his gaze, but somehow you found your voice underneath all the flames.  “What does it mean?” you breathed, unable to mask the tremble in your voice.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”    

Your body betrayed you, melting into a puddle with just a taste of his touch and the boldness of his words.  It was a devastating effect, and there was no denying the dampness that had pooled between your legs now.  You managed to stutter out a, ‘thank you’ before trying to finish the last knot of his stitches.

“All done,” you whispered.    

Din watched as you admired your handiwork and noticed that you made no move to remove yourself from him.  Instead, your hands were softly dragging across the planes of his exposed chest, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went.  It was such a foreign feeling, flesh against flesh on such a shielded part of his body.  He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him there, let alone so gently.  

A strangled sound caught in his throat as you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot, just above the other side of his collarbone.  It was almost too much, the shot of electricity that singed his nerves, but it felt good.

His body involuntarily bucked at the sensation and his hands gripped your hips roughly, pressing you flush against him.  

You gasped at the sensation, of your clothed core dragging against the beskar plate on his thigh, your knee brushing against the bulge that had tented his pants.  Your hands scrabbled to find something, anything, to anchor yourself from the blinding pleasure that fizzled through you.

“Maker,” Din murmured, letting out a shuddering breath.  “Osik, cyar’ika, I’m didn’t mean to touch you like that but—”

“But what if I want you to?” your own voice sounding foreign to your ears.  You did not miss the way his breath hitched, caught in the modulator of his helmet.  

Din’s mind was reeling. “You—you want me to?” he swallowed thickly around the ball of shock that was caught in his throat.  

And you’re nodding, eyes dark and body and mind clouded with need, leading his hands up your torso and chest; but Din, he needs to hear you say it.  “Use your words, cyar’ika.  I need to hear you.”

“Yes, Din.  Please,” and that’s enough to dissolve any shred of self-control he thought he had.  The sound of you saying his name like that, a plea for him and only him, was maddening.  

His hands were on you in an instant; hands that you had seen nearly beat a man to death just for touching you, but on you they were soft, gentle.  Desperate, but tender.  Rough, but passionate and loving.  The contrast was making your head spin.  

“Din,” you whimpered. “You have to be careful, your cut—”

“I don’t care,” he rasped.  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you?  Make you mine?”  He pulled you closer against him, hands grasping at anything he could reach.  He wanted to erase any trace of the bounty from your presence.

You tried to answer, but you were a mess, filling the cockpit with soft moans and mewls as you bucked your hips on his thigh.  

“I want to watch you make yourself feel good, can you do that?  Just like this?”  You frantically bobbed your head.  “Good,” he answered, stroking your cheek.  “You deserve it after tonight, sweet girl.”

The sound of ‘sweet girl’ sent wet heat straight to your core.  If anything, you thought he was the one that deserved to be taken care of right now.  But you were not about to argue with the Mandalorian who insisted on you using him to get yourself off.    

Your hands pawed at his chest again, struggling to find some kind of purchase to anchor yourself. They finally settled for his biceps, nails digging deep.  He watched as you grinded down on his thigh, eyes screwed shut.  His hands fingered the strap of your dress and you nodded, giving him permission to slide it down.  

Din took in the sight of your bare chest, your nipples pebbling in the cold air of the cockpit. He ached to take them into his mouth, hear you whimper and moan against his tongue, but he settled for brushing his gloved fingers over them and watching you arch.  

You ground down harder, desperate you get the friction you needed.  Din’s hands slipped from your breasts down back to your hips, stilling them.  A high whine escaped your throat and it was almost pitiful.  

“Up,” he instructed, confusion marring your face as you lifted yourself off his leg.  He gripped the thigh plate and dropped it to the ground, promptly setting you back onto his thigh.  “Wanna feel you,” he growled, and you could only moan in response.  

Soon enough, your arousal had seeped through your panties and onto the fabric of his pants.  The heady smell hit his nose and his mouth watered, desperate to know what you tasted like, to know what sounds you would make if he buried his face between your thighs.  

You guided his hands back up your chest, up to your neck.  His fingers cupped your face again, thumb brushing the bottom of your lip. You held his hand in place, biting the leather tip of his glove and slowly slid it off, letting it drop between you.

The feeling of his bare thumb resting on your lips sent another wave of arousal through you.  “Wanna feel you,” you breathed, grinning before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking hard.  Din’s eyes rolled back and he groaned; the sight of your hollowed-out cheeks and the sensation of your tongue on the pad of his thumb nearly sent him over the edge.  

One hand trailed to the base of your neck, tangling itself softly in your hair.  He took in the way your eyes were screwed shut, the furrow in your brows as you chased your high.  You had taken your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard and almost splitting it from the pressure.  It was almost the same concentrated expression you wore as you tended to his injuries, though it was clear you were concentrated on something far more rewarding now.  

“Mesh’la,” he commanded.  “Look at me.”

You wretched your eyes open, fixing your gaze on him.  

Din watched, enraptured, as you continued to pleasure yourself.  You were a sight before him; pupils blown, mouth agape, chest heaving as you tried to ease the ache in your belly.  He was lost in the way your eyes sparkled, perfectly matching the dark galaxy you were set against just outside the viewport.  

Your moans filled the cockpit, desperate sounds and pleads of Din’s name as he sent delicious licks of pleasure throughout your body.  You held on for dear life, panting as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

He feels the tension simmering from your shuddering figure, like a coil just waiting to spring.

“Are you close, mesh’la?” he whispered, his words and the rasp of his voice sending you higher and higher.  “Are you going to come for me?”

And you’re a wreck, whimpering and pleading, yes, Din, yes; and all Din can think is he can die happy knowing how you moan his name.  He shifts you, pulls you right onto the straining bulge in his pants and you both gasp, the sensation pulling you even closer to your orgasm.  A bare hand snakes between where the two of you are pressed against each other and he presses right onto your clit.  

A sob tears from your throat and stars burst behind your eyes as you’re pushed off the edge; and you’re falling, waves of ecstasy washing over you and burning straight to your toes. Din holds you close as your body continues to shudder, a steady hand on your back coaxing you down from your high. He lets out a groan when he feels evidence of your orgasm seep through to his clothed cock.    

Fog clouds the bottom of his helmet as you softly pant, the pleasure lulling to a dull thrum in your veins. He’s admiring your sleepy eyes, the flushed cheeks of your afterglow.  You give off a shy smile, peering into his visor.  “Beautiful,” he murmurs right next to your ear.  “Just like I said.” 

“Thank you,” you hum, pressing a searing kiss onto his bare neck and sliding a hand over the hardness trapped beneath you.  

Din hisses at your touch and you laugh, trying to ease the ache between his own legs.  “Mesh’la,” he warns, grunting at the loss of contact as you lift yourself off him and slide between his knees, kneeling.  

“Yes?” you respond, sliding your hands up and down his thighs, and pausing at the button of his pants.

“You don’t have to—” he starts, but you quickly cut him off.

“But I want to, Din,” you assured.  You rest your head on his knee, peering up at him with wide, innocent eyes, awaiting his permission.  “Wanna return the favor, wanna taste you,” and you grin at the strangled sound that leaves his throat.  He couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to.  

Finally, he nods, spreading his legs wider to accommodate you.  Your smile grows and your nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons on his pants.  You’re just about to free him from the confines of his boxers when an alarm signal sounds from the ship, startling the both of you.  

“Come in, Mando,” Greef Karga’s voice crackled through the small room.  “We’ve got a problem.  I repeat, we’ve got an emergency, please come in.”

Din groans and you throw an exasperated look towards the comms on the control panel.  “Just ignore him, it can’t be that—” and you’re cut off by another sound.

The unmistakable sound of a baby crying.  

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, pressing your forehead into Din’s knee.  You loved that little green bean to death, but damn him for his horrific timing.  Din softly slid his hand over yours and you looked up.  

“It’s alright, cyar’ika,” he hummed.  “Go check on him,” and you slowly nodded, shooting him an apologetic look before rising from your spot on the floor.

Din watched in mild amusement as you wobbled to the door, before turning his chair towards the control panel and sighing.  His own arousal was almost overwhelming, but he did his best to shove it to the back of his mind.  

Whatever Greef needed, it had better be good, he grumbled in his head.  

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mando’a translations:

osi’kovid – shithead

skanah – very hated person, fucker

osik – shit

osi’yaim – cowardly, useless person

cyar’ika – darling, beloved

mesh’la – beautiful

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thank you for reading! let me know what ya think!

[itsybitsybby]

TLDR; Looking for 18+ roleplay partner to do Spideypool with me on Discord. Im a Novella writer with a non-strict preference for Peter Parker. NSFW, gore, angst, etc. are fine, I have no triggers. DM for my Discord or for any further questions.

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For a further, more in depth explanation:

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Hello, I am once again throwing my hat into the Tumblr void in order to find an rp partner that won’t completely disappear after, like, a week. So if you aren’t looking for anything long term or if you don’t think your mental health can handle it then please take care of yourself elsewhere rather than picking up another burden. Roleplay is supposed to be fun, not draining! Seriously, please look after yourself first.

Anyways, for the people that stuck around, I’m looking specifically for a Spideypool rp right now. I have a preference for playing Peter, but I’m totally cool playing Wade too. I was thinking more of an Andrew Garfield/Ryan Reynolds MCU vibe, but I’m again completely fine with going more comic book based. I don’t know enough about Tobey’s Spidey annnd isn’t Tom’s Spidey like, 17? yikes…

When it comes to plot, well, that’s entirely up to you lovely stranger reading this! Wanna do something dark, gritty, gorey and downright sickening?! Lets do it! If you want more of a fluff, slow-burn, gentle lovers trope then hell yeah I’m all for that too! I’m okay with smut, gore, fluff, angst, action— whatever. I’m okay and open to any and all ideas!

BUT!! and this is a HUGE ‘but’, you HAVE to be 18 or older. I’m sorry, and I know some of you fuckin’ kiddos are gonna read that and think ‘well I’ve faked being 18 before I surely can do it again!’ WRONG. I will figure it out because I may be fucking dumb but I ain’t stupid. No but seriously that shit isn’t cool okay, keep your grubby kid fingers out of my DMs. I don’t want any part of that and I will figure out if you’re lying to me and you will be promptly blocked. No minors, not even if it’s strictly a platonic roleplay, and that is final.

Lets see… have I missed anything else? Okay, let’s have a quick run down of important shit you might need to know!

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• I’m 22

• My time zone is PDT

• I usually write between Literate, Advanced Literate and Novella. On my bad days it’s Literate, great days it’s Novella, you get the idea. I write a fuck ton. Don’t get overwhelmed, I don’t care if you match me perfectly. Just please be Literate at the very least.

• I am almost hardly ever busy so I will reply quite often

• I have no triggers, so angst it up all you want

• I prefer to roleplay on Discord, I won’t ever do it anywhere else

• I don’t roleplay with Oc’s, at all. This might change, but for now, big fat nope.

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Aaaaand that’s all my tired 3am brain can think of right now. I’m pretty sure I got the most important shit down anyway, and if you have any questions my DM’s are always open!!

DM for my Discord if you’re interested and if not, I totally understand and I will totally NOT cry myself to sleep tonight thinking about it!! Joking, joking, thank you if you’ve read this far, okay I will stop boring you now byeee!!