#i just ordered him a couple of weeks ago and it said shipping would take 6-10 weeks

[moraxsthrone]

LOOK WHO CAME HOME TODAY !! 🥹🤲🏼 i haven’t even taken his tag off yet.

he’s already gotten so many belly rubs and butt pats and head scratchies omg he’s so CUUUUTE?? 🧡 he’s so soft and sleepy and i love the way his tail wraps around my waist when he sits in my lap. 👉🏼👈🏼

@crystalflygeo i’m thinking of naming him ‘chonkli’ skkskksssss 🤭

[seresinhangmanjake]

I love all your Feyd works! Thank you.

My request is regrding a sensitive topic. So if it makes you feel uncomfortable, please feel free not to write it.

Reader has arranged marriage with Feyd. After a few years they all discover (including her) that she has fertility issues and has trouble getting pregnant so the Baron wants them to divorce. Wife is becoming hopeless. But Feyd who’s utterly in love and devoted to his wife will not have it and pledges loyalty to her.

Worth To Him

Notes/Warnings: obviously this is about fertility problems. It is a sensitive topic. If this bothers you, please do not read. Mention of period sex.

Words: 1500

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Sobs wrack your body. One after another after another that keeps your breaths shallow and ragged. Tears coat your lashes, weighing them down. You gave up trying to see clearly through them an hour ago and let yourself get lost in the haze of blindness.

You can’t stop it. You haven’t been able to stop for days. You clutched your pillow like a lifeline, crying into the plush material in a way you haven’t since you were a child. You’ve really proven yourself useless now. You officially have nothing to offer this planet, and the Baron has made that well-known. But what else can you expect when you are incapable of doing the things that are expected of you? How can you expect not to lose the one thing you care about if you cannot give him what he needs?

“If you cannot provide him an heir, you are worth nothing” is what the Baron declared in front of all that exists of his court.

Nothing—the word bounced around the walls of your skull before it finally sank in. You’ve never been nothing until now. You’ve always held some sort of value in some manner or other, even if that manner is in being a political pawn. But no. Here, now, you’re nothing to these people.

At first, you pleaded with him, nearly fell to your hands and knees and told him you’d only been trying for a few months. A few months barely qualifies as adequate time. On your home planet, medical intervention is not discussed until the couple has gone a year with no success. But you’re not on your home planet; there is no medical intervention, and all the Baron said in response was: A few months is too long. You will divorce in a week's time.

Feyd doesn’t know. For the last five days, he’s been on Arrakis, and it was on the third day of his absence that you once again woke to stained sheets. He’ll be disappointed in you, just like the Baron, just like the people of Giedi Prime, just like your parents who agreed to marry you to Feyd for the sake of an alliance that will soon be broken. 

When he returns, they’ll tell him, and he’ll nod with acceptance because that is what he does under order, and you’ll be shipped off. You’ll never see him again. He’ll remarry. He’ll become a father to a child by a woman who is not you. He’ll raise what the people want. He’ll do them proud.

You wonder if he’ll miss you as you will miss him. Will he ever think of you and wish you were in her place? Will he look at the children she’s borne him and wonder what your children would have looked like had you the chance to have them? Will he see their hair and imagine your locks flowing down to their little shoulders? If he peers into their eyes, will he prefer them a shade to match yours instead of hers? You wonder if he’ll be filled with sorrow at what could have been. 

Selfish to think it. There’s no reason to assume he will not enjoy the pleasure his new wife will offer. Neither are you fair in hoping that when he’s inside of her, making the children the Baron demands, he will be thinking of you. 

You cry harder. Your pillow will take ages to dry. Perhaps you’ll move on to his. Soak in the scent of him before you’re ripped away from him and returned to what will be considered by many the end of your life. No other Lord, or future Lord, will take you, not after being owned by a Harkonnen—tainted meat, as they say. You’ll be a burden on your family, an embarrassment to your House’s people, a waste of valuable blood. 

—

Touch stirs you: a soft brush of fingertips over your tear-stained cheek, a thumb grazing over your parted mouth. 

Then a voice. “Wake up.” Your groan of resistance is cut short by a press of lips against yours. A quick peck and then another. “Wake up,” it says, and then one more kiss, much longer this time, that you return before bothering to open your eyes. Your arms wrap around a familiar neck. A tongue gently glides along yours. And then it’s gone. Stolen from you. You want it back. 

Your eyes snap open. At the sight of him sitting beside you, you gasp, quickly scrambling onto his lap. He holds you without question or word. He holds you close to him. You hold him like you never will again. 

Leaning into his body, you push him down onto the mattress and he lands on his back with a chuckle. Your legs straddle his hips, your weight resting comfortably on top of his, and with his hand in your hair, he pulls you back into a kiss. Gentle at first, a caress, then harder, needier, greedier. He could bruise you if he wanted, leave his mark, and you invite him to. Something to take back home with you—a bruising kiss. You hope it hurts. You hope you internally bleed and purple blooms around your mouth. You hope it never fades and you wear the reminder of him for the rest of your life.

His lips part. His tongue is back in your mouth, asking for yours. You savor the slick warmth, knowing you’ll never again be kissed like this. To be honest, you never thought you would be kissed like this at all. You didn’t know kisses like this existed. If someone had told you a year ago that this man would be kissing you this way, with a passion you wouldn’t have dreamed him capable of releasing, you’d have laughed them out of the room. 

He unlocks your mouths for a breath and gifts you a smile. Rare. Almost out of place on his face. The first one you received was five months into your marriage, and you’ve never gotten used to them. 

“I missed you,” he says, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. 

You want to tell him how you’ve missed him, how painful it’s been without him by your side, but you don’t know that you can speak the words, not without every emotion you’ve felt over the last few days bubbling to the surface and overpowering your joy at seeing him—the last time you’ll greet him upon his return before you’re gone. 

He frowns. “You didn’t miss me?” he asks, and since you can’t deny him a damn thing, you gather the will to say: “Of course I did,” but your throat catches midway through. You can’t look at him. He allows it for a few seconds, giving you a chance to meet his stare on your own, but when you don’t, his fingers on your chin turn your face back to his so you can no longer avoid the prying blue shade of his irises. 

“What is it?” he says.

“I know he told you.” There’s a brief pause before your husband hums in acknowledgment. Fingertips trace up and down your spine over the thin material of your nightgown. “The doctor was ordered to examine me after I bled. He’s not sure I’m able to give you a baby. And the Baron–”

“My uncle does not make my decisions for me,” he declares, and you’re so stunned by the defiance that it takes you a moment to collect yourself. 

“Feyd, do you not understand? I don’t know if I can do it,” you tell him. “My body is–”

“Perfect,” he interrupts. “You’re perfect, and you’re mine. You will never belong to another man, nor will I belong to another woman.” 

“Neither of us has a choice.”

“You believe so?”

Your brow pinches, mouth setting in a line. If he’s playing a game, you’re not enjoying it. “As if you aren’t aware of who has the power here.”

“I am aware,” he says. “But Rabban is dead. I’m all that’s left of our line. If he wants his heir, then I’m keeping my wife.”

He speaks with such certainty that the charge of excitement you get whenever you watch him take command of his armies seeps into you, giddily wiggling all of your little nerve endings. But the feeling fades as fast as it came. It changes nothing. Whether or not he defies his uncle does not alter your circumstances. 

You sigh. “But what of your heir?”

“We’ll keep trying,” he says. “You’re not going anywhere. I'm too attached. He doesn’t get to marry me to a woman like you and then take you away.”

“A woman like me, who might not be able to give you what you need,” you say. “Why aren’t you bothered?”

“Having my heir is not where your worth lies to me. If we cannot have a baby, we will take someone else's,” he tells you without snicker or grin. His fingers fist into the material of your nightgown. “Now take this off. I want my wife.”

“I am still bleeding.”

He scoffs. “When have I ever cared?”

[ageingfangirl2]

A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

[crimsonvictory]

Release

MINORS DNI

word count: 3.6k

tags: the mandalorian, the mandalorian smut, the mandalorian x reader, din djarin x reader

warnings: overstimulation, sub!din, dom!reader, touch-starved!din, p-in-v sex, multiple orgasms, virgin!din

notes: i love touch-starved!din. he just needs some release. 😩

I haven’t written anything in SO long please forgive me.

Updated it a little bit because I wasn’t happy with the first results.

prompt(s):

"Tell me what you like.”

“Don't stop, don't you dare stop.”

————————————————————

Since boarding the Crest a little over a year ago, the increasing amount of frustration that was filling the air was concerning you. The tension was so crisp, you could cut it with a knife.

Being within close proximity with someone else gave you plenty of practice on reading unspoken body language. The Mandalorian thought he could hide how he was feeling from you, but you could pick up on his little tells. The way his modulator would pick up his change of breath, it could mean many things, agitation, a slight laugh at your jokes, or sometimes a sign that he was tired and needed a break. His shoulders held so much emotion too. He carried the galaxy on his shoulders and almost never seemed to relax, unless he was asleep.

You mourned the way he never allowed himself to rest. He slept only a couple hours at a time, always on alert, never fully comfortable.

A couple of weeks ago, you noticed that he was getting agitated over every little thing that happened within the ship. The hot water fluctuating (not your fault), the GPS being off by a few parsecs (most definitely not your fault) you (possibly your fault?).

It seemed lately that nearly every day he was almost always taking his anger out on you. Whether it be a snide comment on the work you were doing on the ship or stony silence. But either way, you were getting tired of it. This last dispute really crawling under your skin.

It had all started because you had ordered the wrong part for the GPS system (okay so it was your fault), causing it to overshoot by a few parsecs. It was an honest mistake, and you owned up to it right away. But he did not take your apology well.

It took you almost a better part of the day to explain it to him. You made your way up to the cockpit, hands sweaty on the metal rungs. You danced your way around the room, not able to sit still, the guilt just eating at you.

You went over and over in your head how you were going to tell him, but he beat you to the point.

“What did you do wrong?” he asks, not turning around to face you.

How did he know? Was he as good at reading body language as you?

You cleared you throat, beginning to explain what had happened. Your voice shook as you told him.

“You know better. You better pray to the Maker that we can make it to a shop that has a competent mechanic.” he seethed whipping around to look at you.

You glared at him, face heating up from embarrassment.

“It was an honest mistake, Mando.” you explained.

“You think you know everything but you don’t. You’re adequate at best. How hard is it to order a GPS component?!” he continued.

Your mouth opened and closed in shock, tears brimming your eyes. You were angry.

“I said it was a mistake! Why don’t you lay off of me? I’ll fix it when we get to the next planet, okay? I’m sorry.”

He stood up, walking over and getting down in your face. “I don’t need your help.” he bit out, huffing as he turned and stomped back over to the pilot’s chair.

He spun around quickly, huffing loudly and putting in the next coordinates. You stood there in shock, shaking from anger. Taking a deep breath, you composed your thoughts, trying your best not to be emotional about the situation.

He was still seething. You could feel the anger radiating off of him. The tension in the room so thick you could barely breathe. You took shallow breaths through your nose and out of your mouth, willing yourself to calm down.

“I don’t appreciate being talked to like that,” you stated, leaning against the co-pilots seat and crossing your arms.

He stayed facing away from you, stony and silent.

“Mando,” you pressed. “You can’t talk to me like that. I am human and I’m going to make mistakes. But at least I own up to them and offer to fix them-“

“You shouldn’t be making mistakes-“ he spits.

“If you don’t want mistakes then hire a kriffing droid,” you spit back, fire under your tongue.

He whirls around at that, chest heaving.

“I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you don’t need to take it out on me,” you tell him, glaring at his unwavering visor.

He sighs heavily, and you can already feel him putting up a wall again.

You roll your eyes. “You always do this! You always put up a wall when I’m trying to talk to you. I’m trying to help, Mando. That’s what I’m here for. I’ve been here for nearly a year and I know nothing about you.”

“It’s best it stays that way,” he grunts out. “Like I said, I don’t need your help. I’m fine on my own.”

You stepped forward, closing the distance a bit. He leans back in his chair, watching you warily as you come closer.

“But what if I want to help?” you offer softly, completely flipping the situation.

You’re surprised at your words, not knowing where they came from. He freezes at your words, unable to speak. His shoulders tense, a fist forming by his side. You walk closer to him, slowly inching the space closed. His visor follows your movements, watching you closely.

“You need to relax,” you whisper, warily placing a hand on his pauldron.

You hear his breath catch and small smile tugs at your lips.

“Let me help, Mando.”

You watch him, he’s completely still, almost not even breathing, not used to another’s’ touch. After a terse moment, he slowly nods.

“Okay,” he whispers, modulator catching the hesitation in his voice.

You smile at his words, sliding your hand up to rest at his cowl. You’re slow with your moments, not wanting to spook him. You gently stroke the exposed skin at his nape, feeling goosebumps erupt at your touch.

His breath expels shakily through the modulator.

“Breathe,” you remind him. “If it‘s too much, let me know, okay?”

Mando nods again, relaxing a bit after a few deep breaths. You slowly slide your hands down his chest, taking mind of his armor. You gently caress his arms, working from his wrists up to his biceps and back down again, watching his body language for any signs of discomfort.

“This okay?” you question. He nods and clears his throat.

You can tell he wants to say something, but it’s catching in his throat. He eventually tells you after a silent moment.

“You can, uh, take the armor off if you want,” he murmurs.

The request takes you by surprise.

“Are you sure?” you ask, appalled that he would suggest even a thing.

He nods, confirming your questioning.

You go slowly, starting at his shoulder pauldrons and working your way down. His hands guide yours, helping you on the places that you struggle.

It’s the most careful he’s been with you. Your hands tremble with excitement and you feel your heart begin to race. Your cheeks warm, feeling so vulnerable in this small space.

You continue to unfasten the buckles, setting his armor down gently on the floor beside you. Working your way down to his breast plate, you glide your fingers under the beskar, lifting it up over his head. His vambrances come next, and finally the thigh and shin guards.

Your breath catches at the mere size of him. He was big without the armor. Just pure muscle, but still soft, especially the way he’s relaxing under your touch. He’s left in his thermals, and your imagination begins running wild. You’ve always imagined what he looked like.

You always thought of him having dark hair, dark eyes, and a sharp, aquiline nose. You’ve never taken a peak, but sometimes you dream of him. You would never confess that. Not to anyone. You turn your focus back to the man in front of you. He seems to shy away from your eyes, turning his head away from you.

You guess that he’s blushing under his helmet. If only you could see him. You just know he’s beautiful. You make a soft noise, appreciating the opportunity unfolding before you. You wrap your fingers around his bicep, squeezing gently.

“Tell me what you like,” you coo.

His visor snaps back to you and he lets out a choked noise. You’ve taken him by surprise.

“I-I-,” he stutters as you trail your fingers down his arm, removing his gloves and placing them down next to his armor.

You finally get a glance at his skin. He’s sun-kissed, nearly golden under all of that armor. You wonder if he ever misses the feeling of sun on his skin. You lace your fingers together, gently squeezing his against your own.

He hums his approval, it crackles through the vocoder.

“Mando.” you say, catching his attention. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I- uh,” he clears his throat again. “I’ve never really-“, he mumbles, looking away again.

Your mind reels at his confession. The Mandalorian, a virgin? It couldn’t be.

“Never?” you question softly, no judgement in your voice.

He answers with another shake of his head.

“This is the Way.”

You hum, considering your options. You don’t want to overwhelm him, but you want to make him feel good. Sliding your hand down to his thigh and squeezing gently.

“Would you let me take care of you?” you ask again. He looks up at you from the pilots seat, in a daze, and takes. a moment before nodding again.

“Use your words, Mando.”

“Y-Yes,” he finally gets out.

You give his thigh another squeeze before straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You can feel how hard he’s becoming underneath you, and it makes your stomach flutter.

Reaching up and placing your hand on the exposed part of his neck, you tilt it to the side, giving you access to the skin closest to you. His breathing quickens, nervousness- and you stroke the side of his neck gently before leaning down and placing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. There’s a hint of scruff and you slip your fingers up near his jaw to memorize his face. You’re careful not to move his helmet too much, keeping the Creed in mind. He hums his appreciation at your courtesy.

Hints of mahogany and black vanilla filled your space and you dart your tongue out, tasting his skin. He keens, tilting his head back against the headrest, giving you as much space as he could. His cock twitches against you, and you hum, feeling his arousal grow.

You mouth along his neck, dipping down a few times to kiss his collarbones. Goosebumps follow your kisses, and you can feel the intimacy buzzing under his skin. His energy is electrifying.

Mando shifts his weight underneath you, hips bumping up against your own and it catches you by surprise. You grab onto his arm, steadying yourself.

“Sorry-“ he apologizes as quickly as possible.

“No need to apologize,” you murmur against his skin, dropping your weight down and grinding once, twice, against him.

A moan crackles through his helmet.

Oh.

You wish you could hear him unfiltered. His voice would sound like molten honey. You watch his chest rise and fall, a blush peaking just above his collar.

“Doing okay?” you whisper, checking to make sure your boundaries aren’t overstepped.

He nods, trying to meet the downward grind of your hips. His hand wraps around your waist, holding you in place. You gladly let him use you.

You feel yourself getting aroused, a warm feeling building in your stomach. The way his length is rubbing against your clit feels otherworldly. You bite your lip to keep quiet. He strokes your hip with his thumb, visor watching you. A warmth spreads over your cheeks, the roles reversed.

You take control again, slowing your movements and wrapping your fingers around his neck, pulling him close as you grind against his lap. You watch as he slowly starts to come apart, the pleasure becoming too much. Your kids grow heavy and you watch his chest rise and fall, little gasps falling from his mouth. He sounds fucking angelic.

You wish you could listen to them on repeat. He’s trying his best to keep his hands at his sides, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He’s fighting to relax but slowly giving in when the pleasure builds up and up and up.

“You can touch me, y’know,” you pant, watching his visor. “You’re not going to hurt me. It’s not a bad thing to give in to your pleasure,” you remind.

He’s hesitant, you can practically see the battle in his mind. He slips his hand around your hip, stroking circles into your skin. You hum, praising him.

You begin to slow down your movements, taking the time to gather the strength to climb off of him and position yourself in between his legs. He spreads them wide, placing one foot up on the edge of the seat before tilting his helmet down and looking at you.

Maker- the angle of him above you, chest flushed with arousal- makes you squirm. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, anxious of your next move. His arm is resting on his knee, fingers splayed, relaxed. He looks like a fucking god. You imagine his lids heavy, mouth parted open as he breathes. You nearly come apart at the sight.

“Like the view?” he jokes, and you nod, unable to congregate a sentence. His voice has dropped an octave. You could fucking die happy right here.

You get to work, unbuckling his belt, then having him shimmy out of his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

The outline of his cock is straining against the material. You almost drool, looking up at him through your lashes, you ask, “May I?”

He nods, motioning with his hand to go ahead. You lean forward, placing both hands on his upper thighs and lean down to mouth at his length.

Oh.

He’s fucking huge.

You place soft kisses against the fabric before licking a stripe up to the tip. He whines, hips bucking upwards.

“Please-“ he whines. “Don’t tease.”

His hand grips the side of the pilots chair, fingers wrapping around it tightly, restraining himself.

You bring one hand closer, slipping your hand inside and wrapping your fingers around his length. He’s soft, like velvet - and he twitches in your hand. You bring out his cock through his boxers, adoring the sight of him.

“Maker-“ you whisper in shock. You give him a test stroke, curling your fingers over the tip before sliding them back down to the base. “You’re fucking huge.”

A gasp leaves his lips and he tenses up at your touch. You repeat the pattern, watching his resolve come undone under your finger tips.

He slumps back in the pilots chair, hips bucking upwards to meet your strokes. He’s covered your fingers in precome, easing the way your strokes go up and down.

You tighten your grip on his cock, slowing your strokes down and leaning over to place your lips around his tip.

“Oh, fuck-“ he curses, hips stuttering.

You hum, slowly taking him into your mouth while stroking what you can’t fit at the moment. You suck, swirling your tongue around his tip and bobbing your head up and down his length. You nearly gag due to his size. You cannot believe the situation right now. Maker, you are in heaven.

A heavy hand threads its fingers through your hair, tugging as you absolutely devour him. You can’t get enough. He tastes so fucking good. You lean into his touch, encouraging him to continue.

Your eyes roll in your head as you take him deeper. The sheer size of him makes you so fucking wet. A moan slips from your mouth and you look up at him from your eyelashes.

The sight above you was painted by the Maker himself. You wished so badly again that you could see his face. You imagine his brows scrunched in pleasure, mouth pouting open in the prettiest of ways. You know his lips were angry and pink from his teeth biting into them. He was trying so hard to be quiet and was failing miserably.

You wanted him to let go, relax and enjoy this feeling. Because you didn’t know how long it would be until he needed this again. He wasn’t a man to ask for help. But when he did, you were more than happy to deliver.

The quiet gasps filtering their way through the modulator was music to your ears. He sounded so fucking desperate.

You stroke him a couple more times, coming off of his length with a pop. He groans, mourning the loss of your mouth. You make your way up to his lap again, pulling your underwear to the side and straddling his waist again.

You tilt his chin up, making him make eye contact with you.

“Mando, do you want me to stop?”

He grabs onto your arm, squeezing tightly.

“Don't stop, don't you dare stop.”

You moan at his words, an ultimate confession of wanted pleasure. You both were shaking with anticipation, getting used to each other's bodies. Lining yourself up, you take his hand and guide it down to your pussy.

“Do you feel that? You did that, Mando,” you coo, feeling his thick fingers glide through your folds.

He groans, bringing his fingers up and underneath his helmet, like a man dying of thirst.

“Fuck, you taste fucking good.” he moans, returning his fingers to your folds for another taste.

You keen at his praise, holding on to his shoulder as he dips his fingers back again and again. He’s hooked on your taste and cannot get enough.

Mando wraps his fingers around your hips, guiding you over to his cock. His other hand cuffs around your neck as he pulls you close, voicing another confession.

“Please, fucking wreck me.”

He trembling at this point and you cannot deny him any longer. You guide the tip of his length to your entrance and slowly guide yourself down. It takes a while, as you’re not used to his length. By the time you bottom out, you’re both shaking with exertion.

“Holy fuck-“ you choke out, appalled by the sheer size of him.

“If you don’t fucking move right now-“ he gasps, trembling with pleasure.

You obey, slowly move back up before guiding yourself back down. You feel so full, not knowing if you can take all of him. It’s overwhelming, but in such a good way. You clench around his length, grabbing his attention.

“O-Oh my god-“ he gasps, squeezing your hip. “Again,” he praises.

You oblige, loving the pleasure it gives you both. A thin sheen of sweat forms on your skin and your thighs start to tremble. It’s fucking worth it.

You know he’s not going to last long, you can tell from his breathing. You’re not either, by doing all of the work. But you’re so blissed out on pleasure you don’t even care. He fills you up in just the right way, the tip catching at the deepest part of your cervix and creating a delicious burn in your stomach.

He grabs onto your shoulder, leaving one hand on your hip as he takes control for a moment, speeding his thrusts up to meet yours. The sound of your bodies meeting fills the cockpit, tension resolved and disappearing.

All that lingers now is the smell of sex and arousal. Warmth from both of your bodies filling the air. It’s comfortable and you don’t want to leave.

“Fuck- Mando, you’re doing such a good job,” you gasp out between thrusts. “Look how well I’m taking you.”

He moans at your praise, hips stuttering. His visor tilts down, watching where your bodies separate and then meet again. His fingers brush over your clit and you gasp.

“If you keep talking like that I’m not going to last-“ he warns.

“Good,” you laugh, high off of pleasure. “I want you to let go, come for me.”

“Oh Maker,” he chokes out, thrusting, once, twice, thrice before seizing up, pleasure overcoming his body.

You watch as his body tenses and then slump as the pleasure slowly makes its way through his body. He’s breathing heavily, gently rubbing circles on your hip. He laughs, a musical thing. You wish you could have this moment on repeat.

Your pleasure is still building, burning it your stomach. He glides his hands down to your clit, thumb brushing along your little bundle of nerves. He’s unexperienced, but a quick learner. You show him how to build your pleasure and he repeats your motions, making it burn in your belly.

You slump forward on him, grabbing his bicep for support. His fingers are slow and calulating, but adding the perfect amount of pressure that has you seeing stars.

He does something unexpected, wrapping his fingers around your throat and giving a soft squeeze. You clench around him, body going taught as you reach your orgasm. He coaxes your body through it, guiding you up, up up, and carrying you gently back down.

The pleasure is so intense you start to cry. It’s been so long since you’ve had any intimacy and you cannot handle it. He strokes circles onto your side as you calm down.

“Thank you,” you both say at the same time, causing a chuckle from you both.

“Don’t wait so long to ask me for help next time,” you joke, leaning against his chest and giving him a hug.

“I won’t,” he says.

You believe him.

[anundyingfidelity]

ADAM'S AWESOME MIX — Adam Warlock

Summary: Adam is the new addition to the Guardians. Despite your disliking for him after what he caused, Rocket helps both to get along together.

Pairing: Adam x ex avenger!human!reader (no gender specified).

Warnings: little angst, some fluff. GotG vol. 3 spoilers. Language. Enemies to friends to lovers trope.

Word count: 1.8k.

Notes: this is longer than I expected whoops. Thank you to the anon who sent this idea, hope you like this! I picked some songs to write this fic that I truly recommend bc I love them a lot 🤲😞

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GEN MASTERLIST!

"Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl. 'Cause it hurts like hell". i. Underground by David Bowie.

You were not the one to deny a second chance to anyone who needed it. However, this time things seemed different.

Adam was in Knowhere with the crew, so that meant he had to get along with everyone, including yourself. Not being fond of the idea, you tried to avoid the golden boy as much as it was possible for you.

Grateful you were he saved Peter, that was certain. But your heart wasn't sure of giving your trust to the sovereign. Not after what Rocket went through a couple of weeks ago.

"Mind giving him a chance?" the Raccoon once said, while cleaning his guns after a mission.

You were left alone in the Bowie, so Rocket thought it was a good chance to talk to you about him. As the captain, he knew you were hesitant about Adam's staying in Knowhere and near the team. Immediately, your eyes felt watery at the words of your friend.

"He almost got you killed," you said, with fists tight. "Why are you so fond of him after what happened?"

Rocket sighed.

"Listen, I'm sure he never asked to be built the way he is. I know that more than anyone in this place. He deserves a second chance to know who the hell he is and do the right thing, and that's what we're doing, like it or not."

The Raccoon finished the cleaning of his guns and walked outside the ship, without letting you give an answer, not that you had one anyway. You just followed him and Adam was already waiting for Rocket, with his new suit, looking all-mighty, and as you always tried to avoid him, it seemed it was hopeless.

"Adam, thanks for waiting! Why don't you go with Y/n for a walk? I'm sure you'll learn a lot of things about Knowhere and human culture," Rocket announced with a joyful voice as if the previous conversation never happened between you two inside the ship.

Adam seemed caught off guard as much as you did but he said nothing as the Raccoon looked at him directly. Adam nodded energetically. His face gave away all his thoughts and his feet would not move from its place.

"Great enthusiasm! Y/n, go ahead! And that's captain's orders," Rocket said, walking away from you and the golden boy, who remained in the same place with what seemed a scared face.

Carefully, you came closer to Adam and an uncomfortable smile formed on your lips.

"I guess I can teach you some things about Knowhere and humans..."

Adam gave a gentle smile. "I'd love that."

"But before we start, I want to say I don't like you around, so I would truly appreciate you don't screw up this time. You're lucky Rocket is here, either I wouldn't be this kind."

Sadness took over the golden boy, his heart aching for some reason he didn't quite understand yet. He didn't mean to do what he did, he was just following orders and a foreign purpose, but you wouldn't take that as an excuse, would you?

"I promise I won't, thank you for everything."

You nodded at his words and immediately regretted saying this, but you had to set up boundaries before things got worse.

"The answer is in clear view, it's amazing what you'll find face to face". ii. Face to Face by Daft Punk.

And things did get worse.

But not in the way you thought they would be.

You were starting to like Adam. He showed you the way he saw life and reality through his eyes and short understanding. You also noticed the way he cared about Blurp, the small creature he adopted, and that was something that hit you. As weeks passed by, you would report to Rocket how the process of Adam's learning and adaptation to Knowhere and society in the galaxy was going.

Much to say, Rocket was starting to feel proud of how you were handling the difficult situation he put you through. The change in Adam was noticeable as time went by. You taught him about manners, human culture, books, music, and anything he found interesting and would ask a lot about every time he had the chance.

One night, you sat together on the rooftop of the old buildings where your quarters were located, Blurp sleeping by his side peacefully. Drax and Nebula were teaching some personal defense to the rescued kids in the city, and let's say observing them was one of Adam's favorite hobbies. Still, you wondered why he found small things and interactions so fascinating.

"Drax is very fatherly," Adam said and his eyes crinkled at how big his smile was.

"He is," you agreed. The golden boy noticed the sudden change on your face as if you longed for something.

"Did you have a father back on Earth?"

You avoided his gaze at his sudden question. Adam sensed a weird feeling coming from you.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he apologized softly and you thought that was nice coming from him.

"It's okay," you whispered and after a moment of silence, you decided to speak. "I just- I lost everything. That's why I came here. A lot of my friends are gone, and I don't recall my family at all, I just knew them as my family."

Adam nodded and he hesitated to take your hand, lying on the ground. You were sitting so close, but instead of trying to get any contact from you, he followed your conversation.

"I heard from Rocket the name of your old team. He said you were a lot of help when Thanos appeared."

"Well, yeah, we did a lot of things," you chuckled to ease the situation. A small part of you wanted to ask about his people, but you decided to let him talk freely. "There was a lot of shit happening on Earth. But tell me more about you, could you? I've been saying a lot these past days, is your turn."

"I don't know if there's a lot to say about me, though," he joked. You smiled.

"Well, we have all night."

"All I know is that to me you look like you're lots of fun, open up your loving arms, watch out, here I come." iii. You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead Or Alive

After a few weeks, you accepted finally you liked Adam. Maybe a little more than that. Strange sensations you stopped feeling years ago appeared once again every time you were together. Denial was the first step, but you couldn't get through it, and the cliche butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he started to come to your quarters for his weekly lessons about culture and behavior.

When you became his teacher it was unknown to you, but you liked it and Adam loved learning new things as much as he loved spending time with you. He loved your company as much as he loved music, so since Peter sent a few things a couple of days ago from Earth, you decided to share a special gift with Adam after he stopped his prattling about the last book he read.

"So, maybe you know Peter sent us some stuff from Earth, so I wanted to give you something that I think you will love a lot," you announced taking a small box out of the cabinet.

Adam received it in his hands carefully and opened the box to find a small strange device. "What is this?"

"That's an mp3 player, and you can listen to music with it. Anywhere you go."

His eyes went wide open and a smile formed on his lips, resting his arms on the desk with the player and the small headphones in his hand. You turned it on and helped him to put on the headphones. Peter had created some playlists, so you picked the first one on the list and a song began to play.

Adam marveled at it.

"This is amazing!" he laughed. He picked one of the headphones and gave it to you, so you could hear the music as well. You Spin Me Round by Dead Or Alive was playing.

"I haven't heard this song in such a long time," you beamed, remembering your life on Earth. The weird urgency of dancing was growing on your body.

Adam got lost in the mp3 in his hands. He thought he discovered another dimension, something that would make him feel different, more like you. And it was heartwarming. He loved how you made him feel, how you two grew up to understand each other, the way you would listen to him whenever he had to talk about the tiniest thing he learned on the day... You certainly got him wrapped around your finger and you never noticed.

When the song finished, he stopped the playlist, taking off the headphone from his ear and you did the same.

"Thanks," he never stopped smiling. "This means a lot to me."

"Take care of it, we won't have a new one in some time," you joked.

Adam chuckled, placing the player on its box.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did."

"Yeah, I mean- we didn't have a good start-"

"That's in the past, okay? Let's just move on and I'm so sorry for being an asshole," you took his hand with yours, he seemed shocked by your small action as you locked your eyes with his. "This is more important."

Adam nodded with a smile, "I agree with that."

There it was again, that same feeling in your stomach, screaming and aching for you to make a movement. His loving golden eyes never looked away from you, and you came closer carefully until your lips brushed his cheek softly. Adam's gold skin heated up, he realized he liked the contact of your hand on his skin and your lips on his cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, afraid he might decline.

He read about kisses in books before, and he wondered how they felt. So without a word, he nodded and you leaned until you kissed him. And he kissed back, as shy as he could be. Adam hesitated for a moment, but he slowly melted into your confident and experienced touch, grinning into the kiss.

Once you separated, Adam held your hand strongly without letting you go.

"Wow," he breathed. "Can I kiss you back?"

"Kiss me as many times as you want," you giggled softly and pecked his lips. "We should make a playlist, especially for you, I will help you with that. Peter said he put hundreds of songs in this thing."

This was his turn to peck your lips gently with a smile on his face.

"Feeling excited already!"

[thiefbird]

prompt: stephen, jack, and beethoven? (brought to you by: i NEED them to play beethoven even though POB didn't. why not POB? is it just style? is stephen bitter about the whole eroica thing?)

finally getting around to my prompts! This one suited my needs perfectly for an interlude in my transmasc Stephen Maturin series, So Long Lives This, so I cheated a lil maybe <3

True concord of well-tuned souls [on ao3]

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lovest thou that which thou receives not gladly, Or else receives with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Resembling sire and child and happy mother Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: ‘thou single wilt prove none.

Life at Ashgrove Cottage had finally settled into a routine, and in the absence of the hectic pace of the early days of marriage, Jack began to notice an odd sort of loneliness of an evening. He was happy - more than happy - and content all day, and slept warm and settled beside his dearest Sophie at night, but in those hours between the set of the sun and bed, he missed Stephen with a vehemence that surprised him.

They had written, of course - or more accurately, Jack had written, Stephen being rather unreliable a correspondent; Jack had received precisely two responses to his weekly letters, one a rather short and scattered response to several letters at once, and the other an apparently wholly disconnected treatise on the India elephant. Jack did not take this to heart, of course; that Stephen had written at all was a rarity. But his long-established habit of conjuring Stephen's presence in his mind, while sufficient for periods of a week or two, was proving tedious and lifeless now after three months apart.

And so he had kissed Sophie goodbye before dawn that morning before walking into town to catch the post up to London, on the excuse of having business at the Admiralty. Sophie had protested lightly the night before, he remembered with a smile as he settled himself more comfortably into the corner of the cramped carriage, violin case on his knee; she had expected him to stay ashore longer, she said, would she not get to keep her husband even six months before he was pining for the sea? He had kissed her cheek, pressed her hand, and assured her he was not chasing after a ship just yet, merely paying his due respects, as was right.

Jack's traveling companions were a rather random assortment: a well dressed and therefore presumably miserly merchantman, in the corner furthest from Jack, reading a newspaper; a fat and happy couple gossiping; a pair of rather silly young girls and their matronly, discontented chaperone, giggling and glancing at Jack in his fine gold-laced uniform. He felt rather a great deal older than them now, being made post and married - the very model of a great man - and he ignored their coy looks with a sense of kindly complacency. 

The coach arrived in London as the sun was beginning to touch the horizon, and Jack sprung eagerly from the coach. He quickly engaged a pair of boys to bring his luggage to the Liberties, and with his violin safely over his shoulder, he walked the well-remembered route to a favoured music store. He had taken in a recital in Portsmouth with Sophie a few weeks ago, a piece by Beethoven on German flute and pianoforte, and he had thought immediately to make an attempt upon it with Stephen; he meant to purchase the score as well as staved paper for their attempts at arrangement.

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Jack arrived at the Grapes in good humour, full of an eager anticipation of seeing Stephen - his very dear Stephen - for the first time in many months; his dunnage had arrived much before he, and so Mrs Broad was well warned of his imposition upon herself and "the gentleman doctor". 

"Oh, Captain, it has been an age since we have seen you!" that lady cried as he strode through the door of the inn, and then, more quietly, with a tone of confidentiality: "Your bags are already up, though Doctor Maturin is not in yet, sir - an engagement with the Society, I believe - but I am certain he shall be glad to see you; he has not been entirely in spirits, I am afraid."

This, of all things, was surprising in the extreme to Jack. In the past, a poorly Stephen had been marked by a rather markedly dutiful correspondence, whereas Stephen in a better mood or health was remiss and forgetful of his absent friends, and he had heard so little from his particular friend as to be convinced that whatever sort of blue devils he had been most understandably beset with after Ms Villiers' cold and heartless treatment of him - Jack's face formed a momentary, involuntary grimace at the remembrance of her callous jilting by letter - had wholly passed by in the months apart. 

"He has said nothing to me; I am sure it is nothing," he reassured Mrs Broad; she had always been prone to fussing over Stephen, he knew, and moreso since the incident in Mahón that nearly permanently crippled his hands. It would all be just her overly solicitous concern for Stephen, he could be certain. "When is he due in?"

"Not until late - he ordered no dinner, no supper, and he will always ask me for one or the other if he will not be gone til all hours of the morning." This was accompanied by a terse look, and in this Jack Aubrey and Stephen's landlady were wholly in agreement: the doctor did not eat nearly well enough were he not carefully watched.

"Well then, dear lady, whatever you might have in the way of a cold collation will suit us perfectly, no need for any fuss. And perhaps a pot of coffee against the falling damps."

With a tray laden with coffee and cream - still a luxury even after so long ashore - and the promise of bread and meat and cheese sent up shortly, then, Jack took Mrs Broad's spare key and ascended the stairs to Stephen's apartments.

They were comfortably appointed rooms, to be sure, if a little worn, and kept tolerably clean by shore standards by Mrs Broad and her rotating selection of nieces and foundlings, despite Stephen's terrible tendency towards slovenly sluttishness. Still, with little to engage his mind once he had started a fire in the hearth and tuned his fiddle, he set himself to the familiar and comfortable task of tidying after Stephen: dusting the various jars, skins, and skulls littering the sitting room and collecting the neckcloths and stockings strewn between the chairs and tables. 

When the small parlour was as well as he could make it in an evening - it could use a fresh coat of paint, he noted, and the fixings could use a buffing with a handful of Killick's brick dust, but those would have to wait - he risked a look into the bedchambers, a blush newly on his face; he had slept in this room times beyond count - in the bed, even - but never had he been admitted to Stephen's own bed, as opposed to a borrowed one, since the change in their relations. 

This room, too, was not as bad as it might have been without Mrs Broad's delicate attentions, and he busied himself with folding Stephen's linens and tucking the least egregious of the lot back into the press; the ones with stiff and rusted stains on the cuffs he placed into a basket for laundering with a shudder. The bed linens he smoothed and tucked away before retreating back to the living room, adjusting himself in his trousers in a shamefaced manner. He was a married man, now, and ought to have greater control of himself, by rights. Except-

It was not Sophie's fault, sweet girl, that she had been brought up to fear the marriage-act. Jack blamed Mrs Williams, her mother, for that: there was a wincing, disagreeable prudishness to her, almost childlike despite her careful conniving of all financial matters in arranging the marriage contract. Jack did not blame her for her distress, not at all - but it had still been a rum thing to have a girl, his own new little wife, crying in his arms if he did more than kiss her a little.

Things were better since those first weeks - she did not cry now even when they were in bed together - but he felt properly strange still; he did not want her scared. So he had done his best to be gentle and sweet with her, and take care of himself as needed - it was nothing he was not accustomed to at sea. Still, the idea of surprising Stephen in London had been made all the sweeter by not just the promise of music and companionship, but also of renewing their affections.

It was not quite right, Jack knew, to be so discontent so soon after marriage - not quite the done thing to leave his wife to sneak away to his lover in London. But Sophie had all but pushed him out the door with a basket she'd made up for Stephen - new-knit stockings in wool and silk, lampreys and jars of jam, and a pair of mittens against the still-chilly early April damps - and he had happily taken the excuse as justification for his ardent wish to be in Stephen's company and in Stephen's bed.

Shaking himself from his thoughts as he knelt to encourage the fire higher - Stephen still took cold all too easily - Jack heard Stephen's distinctive tread on the stairs, the result of the disreputable lead-soled half-boots he insisted on wearing if not bullied into more Christian footwear, and hastily rose, dusting off the knees of his breeches.

"Should not have thought it were so- Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!"

"There you are, Stephen!" Jack felt his cheeks stretching in a broad smile at the look of shock on Stephen's usually inscrutable face. "Come now, be a good fellow; sit by the fire and have some coffee. Mrs Broad will bring us our supper soon, now you are home."

"And what, pray, are you doing skulking about my private apartment, Jack Aubrey?" Stephen demanded as Jack took him by the elbow and steered him into a chair. "Have you no respect for the laws of society? Have never you learned to write in advance of a visit? I might have been in Ireland, for all love, or Spain, and then where should you have been?"

Despite the sharp words, Stephen's tone was warm and fond, and Jack's smile softened into tenderness as he poured their coffee. "There's always Blacks, you know, if your Mrs Broad could not be convinced to let me in; never you fret. Ain't it a surprise, though? Ain't you pleased to see me, Stephen?" 

This last part was accompanied by his hand landing on Stephen's knee in what could have almost been a brotherly gesture, had Jack restrained himself from stroking the inseam of Stephen's breeches with his thumb. Stephen's eyes went nearly wider than when he had noticed Jack in his sitting room at the gentle touch, and Jack was obliged to move his hand away and steady the mug in Stephen's grip to avoid the coffee being wasted on the rug.

"I am glad, sure; I did not think you should drag yourself from your love in a cottage another three months yet. A pleasant surprise, so." And yet Stephen's hand trembled so in Jack's, till despite Jack's efforts coffee sloshed hot across their fingers and Jack stole the mug from his grasp.

"Did I frighten you so much, Stephen? You are trembling like that dreadful mop of a sloth did in the cold. Are you cold, soul, shall I warm you proper?" he added with a playful leer that did not quite have its intended effect; Stephen froze for a long moment before narrowing his eyes into a haughty glare and stealing his hand away.

"Do not poke fun, Jack. I am perfectly warm, besides; in my line of work, an uninvited guest in one's private rooms is rarely a safe happenstance."

'You are laid by the lee, Jack, do be careful; he has more pride than Lucifer,' Jack said privately as he set Stephen's coffee on the table and picked up his own. Truly, Stephen seemed unsettled as he ran his fingers over a rend in his cuff - Jack, long accustomed to darning Stephen's linens from their poorer days immediately prior to and after the Peace, itched to pick up needle and thread and set it to rights. "You will accept my apologies, Stephen, will you not? I did not mean to scare-"

"You will hold your tongue, Jack Aubrey, I insist you hold your tongue! I am not some ninnyheaded tit, to be frightened by an old friend in my rooms - no, no. I am well, Jack, there is no need to fuss." 

Certainly the strength of Stephen's glare was in no way affected by whatever was the cause of the trembling of his limbs, and Jack resolved to change to subject. He had never known forcing a topic to work on Stephen, and had learned years before that Stephen would more likely come around if left alone.

"Then, when we have had our coffee, I thought we might play a tune," he said as he leaned back into the worn and familiar armchair and sipped his coffee, now perfectly warm instead of the scalding temperature it had been when Stephen had spilt it over their hands. His free hand waved idly towards the desk where he had left the fresh manuscript and his fiddle atop a box that had, upon investigation, revealed some truly distasteful viscera - his fault for looking in; he had known Stephen intimately, had lived on top of him, for six years now. "What do you say, Stephen? I heard this lovely tune in Portsmouth last month at the recital, for the German flute and piano, and thought I might attempt an arrangement. Shall we give it a run?"

Jack felt himself relax in tandem with Stephen, the strange and unpleasant tension between them dissolving like sugar. "I should like that of all things, Jack." Stephen's habitual glower cleared, and he rose to ponder the score.

Stephen, considered objectively, was not a particularly excellent specimen of humanity in aesthetic terms - scrawny as he was, and with his tendency towards an unhealthy yellow pallor; still, Jack enjoyed looking at him the way he enjoyed looking at Sophie. There was something not quite beautiful or handsome, but certainly compelling about his form, and after such a long period of separation - the longest since their affair began, and the longest but one in their entire friendship - it felt like a homecoming to be able to rest his eyes on the familiar sight of Stephen cradling Jack's fiddle as he leaned over a desk.

"Really, my dear?" Stephen said, a note of not unkind derision on his tongue as he flipped through the pages. "I should have thought you, of all people, might disdain Beethoven."

Jack had never considered himself a sodomite or paederast, had never been drawn to the coltish, beautiful midshipmen or young lieutenants the way some officers were, nor to the powerfully built hands he kept company with when turned before the mast. 

But Stephen was unquestionably no sort of woman, in looks or mannerisms, and the fact of his sex seldom occured to Jack even on the previous occasions they had been in bed together, let alone outside of it. Certainly his knowledge of the fact of it had precipitated his awareness to his love - his romantic love, for he had believed himself to love Stephen as a friend since nearly the day after their meeting in Mahón - but it was in no way the cause of it; it had merely come up upon him so slow and subtle that he had been wholly immersed for months or years before coming to. No, he loved Stephen as he was, as a man. 

"Beethoven ain't a Papist, is he? No, no, ignore me; you should not seem so put out by his appearing on your desk if it were that, soul."

He was still not entirely certain what it was so intriguing to that sort of fellow: some liked boys so pretty they scarcely counted, mincing mollies with rogue on their cheeks or the half-grown and soft second sons foisted on the Navy to have them out of the family's hair; Jack didn't see the point, unless one were so hard up he felt like fooling himself he had a girl under him, as opposed to a true desire for other men. His own hand had done service well enough when he had been too young or too poor for doxies - or too far from shore - and he had never felt the need to risk his neck for an awkward, fumbling pull from another's.

He could not name a particular thing about Stephen he liked; rather, it was the whole of him that had Jack leering at his turned back. Some unnameable, immutable element that made his chest feel light and his breath speed in his chest as he was reminded of its existence after their long separation.

Stephen turned to look at him, then, the expression of consternation on his face fading into that earlier unnamed look as he caught some note of Jack's thoughts written on his face. "I- No, no, that is not it, though he is Catholic at least in name, I believe. No, he is a Jacobin, joy, and a supporter of Buonaparte - or perhaps a supporter no longer, though he certainly admired the scoundrel at one point or another, sure." There was a strange pinkness in Stephen's cheeks now, and he spoke somewhat at random, snapping his mouth shut and returning his gaze to the music to hum a line.

"What things you tell me, Stephen. A Jacobin? And yet it is lovely, ain't it? I should never have guessed a Jacobin might write so well." Jack sat up in his chair and reached an arm out to Stephen. "Shall we make a first go of it, before your Mrs Broad brings us our well-earned supper?"

Stephen absently lifted the fiddle from its case and passed first it and then its bow to Jack, still intent on the melodic line of the piano that he sang sotto voce. "By all means, my dear, nothing should give me- ahem, I should like nothing more in life."

The wind shook from his sails by Stephen's rephrase, Jack began tuning, wincing at the sour note. "I tuned this A last night, you know. I ought get a fiddle that can hold a pitch from one noon to the next now I'm ashore a time, don't you think, Stephen?"

"I have told you so once or twice, so. A good violin should set you up nicely, Jack. You play well enough, sure, it is that thing's tone that holds you back, my dear; you might play rings around me if you had an instrument to suit."

"We might look for one in the shops tomorrow, then; I trust you immensely on tone, I should not like to purchase without you hear it." Jack pushed the pin back in as far as he might, but held little hope it would stay even till the end of the piece. Laying the fiddle across his knees, he ran a finger down the hair of his bow. "Pass me the rosin, dear Stephen; I think I must have left mine in Hampshire. I seem to remember setting it on the mantle in my little office."

"Do you take me for a fool, Aubrey?" Stephen asked, the acerbity of his voice muted by the familiar gentle curl at the corner of his lips as he tried to hide a smile. "No, you shall give me your bow and I shall apply for you, or else I shall never see my rosin again; it shall disappear into your pocket as countless other have gone before it!"

"Do not accuse me of theft, Stephen; I am too tired to be shot at tonight." Jack relinquished his bow, resisting the lure of a bawdy joke half-formed in his head at the sight of Stephen industriously stroking the nub of rosin down the horsehair. Stephen's colour was still high, and he could not quite mask the fact his hands still trembled; he did not want to truly upset Stephen, and he had been so discomfited by his teasing offer of warmth. "Let us make an inroads, then, soul."

[a-b-riddle]

Pen Pals Chapter Four: First Day

C suggested that I go and get some clothes for my first week of work so the Saturday after my Friday interview. The dressing rooms were still closed which was a pain, but I kept the receipts in case I didn't like it or it didn't fit. I gave him a video call and was met with a black screen, as usual, as I tried on the outfits for him.

"Wear the first pair of black pants you showed me and the pink top." He was referring to the black straight leg slacks and the baby pink silk blouse with a chiffon tie. "Go get those boxes I sent you." He ordered. When I returned home from shopping I had two packages waiting for me on my doorstep.

They were both in standard brown shipping boxes, but after opening them I was met with utter shock.

"Oh my god." My mouth hung open as I opened it. "C. You shouldn't have." I didn't even open it all the way, but seeing the orange Louis Vuitton made me realize what he had done. When I finally did open it I found a beautiful beige purse.

"Every girl needs a new statement piece on their first day of work." He said. "It's the Lockme Ever MM. If you don't like it you can exchange it."

"I love it. And I can wear the pearls you gave me for graduation." I beamed still looking at the purse.

"Open the other one." He said almost as excited as I was. When I did I found a similar bag, but in black. "That one, I believe, is the Lockme Ever BB." I looked down at my gifts and didn't even know I had started crying. "What's wrong?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Do you not like them."

"There so nice." I pouted and wiped my eyes. "I love them." I cradled the purses to my chest as if a child who had gotten the exact toy they wanted on Christmas Day. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Good. You're welcome, baby." He said. "I got to get some things done before the end of the day, but I look forward to our video chat tonight."

"Me too."

"I'll see you in a bit, Love." I blew him a kiss and the call disconnected.

Holy-fucking-shit. These purses had to at least be at least $3,000 a piece. He spent what he gives me in an allowance on two bags. Holy shit. I had always bought my purses at Target, but this was... This was probably the most expensive thing I've ever owned beside my degrees that hung on the wall, but I couldn't carry those into work.

It's so funny to think a couple of months ago I sat in an empty apartment with nothing but a bed, crying about my life and now things had did a complete 180. My life had drastically changed in the best way possible. And it was because of C.

Monday couldn't get here soon enough. I was so excited to start my first day. I stopped and got a cup of coffee for myself, Mr. Stark as well as Mr. Rogers. When I got there security on the first floor got my badge and security access taken care of. I was essentially allowed to most of the 93 floors in Stark Tower.

I was then instructed to go to the same floor where I met Pepper. I was expecting to find her, but only found an empty desk and a folder with a sticky note on top of it.

Sorry I couldn't be there on your first day, something came up. Here is a basic outline of everything you need to know. Tony won't be down until later. If you need any help here is my cell. -Pepper.

I looked through the folder which would have been better put into a binder considering the amount of paper she put into it. I had barely started reviewing the documents when Steve walked up to my desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Rogers." I greeted. "I had time this morning so I did a coffee run." I handed him a medium black coffee from the coffee shop near my apartment.

"Good morning," he replied taking the coffee from my hands. "And please, just call me Steve." He insisted.

"I'll try." I assured him. "I grew up in Georgia so not referring to someone as Mr., Mrs., Sir. or Ma'am is kind of habit I'll have to break."

"You have manners?" He raised an eyebrow. "A shame. Tony tries to keep this place with a sense of impoliteness in the air. Thank you for the coffee."

"No problem. I hope plain black is okay."

"Do I seem like a plain black kind of guy?" He questioned tilting his head.

"I can go get some creamer." I went to stand when he broke into a smile.

"No, I take it black. I still like to keep some things simple." His attention broke away from me at someone coming through the lobby front doors. "Bucky," He greeted. A brunette with eyes just as blue and beautiful as Steve's walked over to my desk. "This is Bucky Barnes, we go way back."

"Stark's new assistant?" He asked and I smiled and nodded in response. "How you liking it so far?"

"First day: can't complain." I said. "Everyone is so nice."

"Plus Stark isn't up yet so he hasn't had the chance to ruin her day." Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, we will let you get to work and we'll see you around. Since it's your first day, I think Tony wanted to take you to lunch. Bucky will come around noon if he hasn't come yet and maybe we can steal you away instead."

"Oh," I said surprised. "Perfect. I'll see y'all later." I smiled at them as they left.

A few hours passed and I made myself busy with the list of things Pepper left me to do. Mr. Stark left his workshop and finally came down around 12.

"I hope you haven't had lunch yet." He said. "And sorry I haven't been down yet, I'm tinkering with a few things upstairs."

"Oh, no problem." I reassured. "Pepper left a very detailed list of instructions. So far nothing exciting except a few packages."

"So instead of apartment numbers, the floor is where it will need to be dropped off. Sometimes Steve and Bucky will get things in the mail too."

"Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes?" I asked.

"They live in the tower too." He said. "Makes things easier when we are all close together. How does Shawarma sound for lunch?"

"I was actually thinking Italian." Steve's voice came out of nowhere. When did he get back on this floor? I needed to find the stairs here at some point.

With his back still turned, he rolled his eyes. "Always has to be in charge." He whispered. "Italian it is."

Lunch was pleasant to say the least, even with the minimal banter between Steve and Tony. It was more like a sibling rivalry than a old married couple. Bucky had come along as well, mostly remaining quiet.

I asked if they always acted like this. He responded that it was when they were both quiet that it was more uncomfortable. He asked if I wanted to really wanted to start and argument was to ask who was in charge of the Avengers.

I shook my head and Bucky smiled. "So are you new to the city?" He asked.

"Sort of." I shrugged as Tony and Steve carried on their separate conversation. "I came here a couple of months ago before Covid hit and haven't really gotten out of my apartment."

"That blows." He said. "No friends in the city?"

I made a grimaced face and shook my head. "Not really." I said glumly. "I was supposed to start teaching when I moved, but covid made everything complicated."

"What were you wanting to teach?"

"History, but I specialized in World War II." I said before taking a bite of my Caprese salad with pesto sauce. C said I looked thinner and should be making sure to eat enough healthy carbs.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt me. Or him.

However the saying went.

"Funny how the world works." He smiled before motioning his head toward Steve. "You're having lunch with two WW2 relics." I covered my mouth making sure none of my food showed as I smiled.

Steve and Tony eventually ceased their bantering long enough to join back into the conversation. They had asked me why I had gotten into studying history so extensively and very little personal information. Tony discussed a new prototype he was working on.

"Similar to how whales use echo location, the same will be done with this tracking device. Planes, vehicles, military equipment, but also testing out the device on animals to see if we can eventually use it on people."

The notion made my stomach drop. Mr. Stark quickly reassured the apparent qualm I had. "For willing parties only, I assure you. There was a missing persons report that came up when Pepper and I were watching TV. Young girl, about your age, man was convicted of rape and murder, but her remains were never found. And Pepper and I are trying to a family and I just thought 'that family will never know what happened to their daughter'."

The sentiment moved me. "So I thought, why not make it another tool for police to use? Cell phones and things like that can be destroyed, but even if it couldn't save them, it could at least give their family some closure."

"And even with tracking endangered species. Maybe even aquatic animals."

The idea didn't seem all that revolutionary in my opinion. Surely tracking devices like that have been proposed before...

When I got back there was a bouquet of daises and sunflowers sitting on my desk. "Was Pepper expecting a floral delivery?" I asked Tony setting my purse down on my desk.

"Not that I know of." He said stepping into the elevator with Bucky and Steve. "Unless she has a secret admirer I don't know about." The door closed and I was left alone with the floral arrangement.

I plucked the card from the top reading. 'Have a great first day - C.'

Only problem was, I never told him where I worked. Only that I would be working as a secretary for a tech company and that was the extent of it. He had watched me.

I'm glad Tony and the others had went up to their floors and did not see how ghostly pale my face had turned.

[evita-shelby]

Miss. Smith

Cw: sex, role-playing, gaslighting, power play, mention of slavery

Minors dni🔞

Gif by @slut4thebroken

She’s collected many costumes throughout her career, and they have put them to good use as any couple with an active imagination and healthy sex life would do.

She has been a nurse, a dominatrix, a horse trainer and this week, a dime a dozen secretary.

Eva is an assassin when she is not running a shipping company, and while that has given her enough ability to act, she was very fond of method acting.

Especially when they fucked.

He only has his masks; he is either the Scarecrow or Doctor Crane.

Doctor Crane sometimes lets his lover do what she wants, the Scarecrow makes the assassin his submissive little whore.

Tonight, or today ---he has been busy working on some research he’s forgotten what time it is--- Johnathan wants to play as someone else.

The tight pencil skirt gave him an idea.

“You forgot my coffee, Miss Smith.” He sat back as she raised an eyebrow and kept drinking her coffee.

“The kitchen is right there, Dr. Crane.” The woman said defiantly, coming to sit at his desk, crossing her legs enticingly and giving him a glimpse at what she wasn’t wearing underneath.

“Such unprofessional behavior, Miss Smith, I should remind you who is the boss and who is the subordinate.” Crane smirked.

Wouldn’t that judge she’s keeping an eye on lose his shit if he’d discover the sexy secretary has a man who never lets her leave unfucked.

Just a few days ago he’d convinced her to wear the vibrating panties and turned them on all the way while he was in the court house dealing with work and the nosy attorney.

Eva had been so wet by the time she cornered him, she hadn’t even bothered to make sure they were alone when she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into an empty filing closet.

He'd politely lied and implied any resemblance between his girlfriend with the temp was due to ingrained anti-latino sentiments Rachel Dawes may have.

Eva had been shaking with arousal, eyes so dilated they had looked black and when she came she had him wishing they were more than just fuck buddies.

But Ducard and the League of Shadows own her and he decides who gets to breed the lovely assassin immune to all of his fear poisons and father her replacement.

Johnathan wants to be that man, Ducard’s pet project can go fuck himself.

“Maybe you should.” She let her stocking clad foot come rest on his lap before dragging it across his inner high. Always ready to jump his bones as if she’d been given an aphrodisiac.

He has tried that, he tries a lot his drugs on her to test her immunity.

The aphrodisiac had him taking a week off work because she refused to let him go. Not that he minded, he was intoxicated with it too.

So intoxicated they’d even fucked Bruce Wayne when he made the mistake of scheduling drinks with her for business. Then after Wayne, Ducard’s lovely daughter and some others who crossed their paths.

A week he’d never forget.

But not for the reasons you’d think. Jonathan Crane knew exactly what he’d demand Ra’s al Ghul for in exchange for mass production of his most dangerous creation yet.

“On your knees, Miss Smith.” He ordered her after taking her coffee for effect. “Put your smart mouth of yours to good use and I might forget about this incident.”

[claireelle18]

Everything has Changed - Brandon Hagel

That simple name from months ago, a split second introduction to his name during a look at the other hockey games during the Lightning versus Capitals. The announcers brought his name to her attention. He had scored with seconds left in the first period for the Chicago Blackhawks versus the Ottawa Senators, putting the Blackhawks on the board.

Later that season, his name came across the hockey Twitter side with the remarks of him scoring his hat trick against the New Jersey Devils. The entire reason? Bagels thrown all over the rink in honor of his nickname Bagel.

A handful of weeks later, in the midst of the trading deadline - his name presented by the Lightning's social media. Everything she knew has changed. JBB pulled a quick one, shipping off some big pieces to acquire him. A small reserve about the newbie chatted about online, but her gut feeling was that he was going to be good and something important, to get to know him better. Little did she realize how quickly the young player would be making his introduction into her world.

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She was grateful for the day off and decided to treat herself to a massive coffee and a breakfast pastry at her favorite local coffee shop. Down on the bay's edge, nestled in a co-op, she could people watch while enjoying the sunshine. There was a small line for the shop, but she didn't mind. "Is this coffee any good? I am in dire need of a good cup and figured local might be best," a deeper voice asked.

She briefly glanced at who was behind her, taking note to the younger face as she originally assumed it was an older man behind her. "As someone who requires a massive cup occasionally, I promise this is some of the best around. I recommend any of the breakfast options, never can go wrong with their bacon, egg and cheese croissant," she answered.

"Thank you for the recommendation," he said. She stepped up to order and as she went to pay, he interjected, "I'm buying your breakfast and coffee. It's the least I can do for the pretty lady with recommendation."

"Well what if you hate it?"

"Then miss, I guess you'll just have to show me another local place," he laughs with a wink.

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The pregame hustle and bustle of downtown Tampa provided an adrenaline rush that she survived off. It allowed her to turn the constant run of her brain off and focus on the buzz created by the game. Rumors surfaced around town that he would not be in the game, but would come down to the arena that night to spectate.

In a rush and not watching where she was going, a taller figure stopped in her pathway, reaching out for the curtain that separated the hall from the seats. "Hi! Can I help you?" a male voice questioned. Snapping out of her own world, she took in the sight in front of her. Two men in suits, one older, and one younger with a face she couldn't place right away were peering back at her. Everything was changing in that instant. She recognized him from earlier in the day. He stepped up to buy her massive iced coffee earlier that morning.

"Well hello again miss," the younger man started. "Nice to see you again. Didn't realize I'd be running into you this soon."

"Are you in the right section dear?" the older man questioned further. That's when realization dawned on her. She was a few sections off, her friends probably wondering where she was. Further realization hit her when she remembered that she carried a couple of drinks in her hand. The contents contained within adult Capri Sun pouches.

"I should be going," she sheepishly whispered. She started to take a step back when the young man spoke again.

"Wait, can I at least know your name and maybe have your number?"

"There you are! I was wondering where you wandered off too!" her friend called. "Oh! Hi there! Am I interrupting something?"

She shook her head no, but he spoke up, "I'm Brandon Hagel. See you around I guess." He looked like he was going to offer to shake his hand with hers, but he stuck them in his pants pocket instead.

"Yeah Brandon, I know I will see you around," she smiled.

"Not gonna tell me your name now?"

"I like to keep you guessing," she laughed.

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An overcast day was the perfect day for grocery shopping. Not many were wanting to chance getting caught outside while the skies opened up upon them. Her cart slowly becoming fuller as she continued to wander up and down the aisles of the Publix blocks from her apartment.

For this location, the shelves were a few shelves taller, leaving her to stand on her tip toes to retrieve the cereal box off the top shelf. "Need help with that?" a familiar voice asked. She whirled around to see the same guy from the other day looking back at her. It was just out of her reach, but he grabbed it with no problem.

"Thank you," she smiled. "It seems you're everywhere now. You sure you're not following me?" she laughed.

"Nope, I promise. I'm just trying to learn the way of the land down here, and some of the other guys told me to check this place out. Apparently some very good subs are made here," he chuckled.

The two separated to respectively finish their own shopping, but bumped into each other again at the check outs. He offered to help her out to her car. Reaching the automatic doors to outside, the sky opened up, torrential downpour. "Care to run or to join me for a sit? The one part of Florida is these thunderstorms will last for a little while then clear up," she explained.

"You know, it's nice to have someone who is willing to help out a newbie. I've been here for a matter of days, and everything has changed," he said. She was studying him, inspecting him a little further than the previous times. His eyes warm, feeling comfortable around him, even if it was for those quick few times they had interacted. She felt like he would be someone good to be around for a while. He was feeling the same way about her. Like he would be seeing her more often. "It would be nice to know you better."

"I think I like the sound of that idea," she replied. "Seems like everything is changing. I think we will be seeing a lot of each other's face a lot more." The weather changed from the downpour to a light drizzle. "Now come on newbie, better make our move before it pick back up."

Seemed like the two were going to become very familiar with each other continuing on. Everything did change for them.

[all-the-words-necessary]



Ok, fuck it, lady Chatterley's lover au Steve comes back from the front not quite as he went off. He's got a new wife waiting for him and a huge old manor home that is now his own. Everything would be fine, great even, if it wasn't for his fucking legs not working. The doctor said he was lucky to be alive, but, Steve thinks waspishly, not so lucky that he's not practically paralyzed from the waist down. Nancy is taking it in stride, still bright eyed and hopeful for the future they both wanted when they said 'i do'. Right before he was shipped off. 

He loves her for it, but at the same time every kind smile and gesture from her makes him feel like he's swallowing glass. It hurts because Steve knows there is no way he can keep those promises he sees shining through in her eyes. 

When they reach the old manor home the cracks start to show up right away.

"Steve, Let's take in the air!" she says, bouncing out of the car. The trip had taken five hours to get out to the country, the car stopping in front of the old imposing manor looming in front of them. He can see her stretching, reaching up to the clear blue sky as her curls shine in the sun. It takes him longer to get out of the car needing Nancy, and a servant that quickly hurries out of the house, to lower him into his wheelchair. 

It quickly becomes apparent that, despite its recommendations for being top of the line, the wheelchair can barely manage the gravel drive in front of the house, much less the wooded path Nancy is not so covertly eyeing. 

"It's fine," Steve says, catching her eye and giving a smile, "I wanted to check out the house first. Go on ahead and tell me what you find when you come back."

And so he's wheeled into the massive family manor, the doors closing behind him with an air of finality that sinks deep into the pit of his stomach. 

He remembers this manor. Knows it well from his childhood, every floorboard and every window reminds him of his recently passed father. He thinks, idly, of taking a sledgehammer and smashing the foundation so thoroughly that no one would ever know a house once stood here.

"Would you like anything else, sir?" The servant says, after he's wheeled to the library.

Steve gives a polite smile and waves him off, turning so he faces the window. It's where Nancy finds him when she gets back. 

~NANCY AND STEVE DRIFT FURTHER APART, WORKERS ARE HIRED FOR THE MANOR, STEVE FINALLY SAYS 'FUCK IT, IM TAKING THIS WHEELCHAIR OFF ROAD'.~

It had, he thought, seemed like a good idea at the time. 

He ordered the new chair weeks ago, planning to surprise Nancy by joining her on one of her walks. When it had finally arrived, she had been out of the country visiting her family, and a test run really didn't seem like the worst idea. 

He just hadn't accounted for the mud. 

So here he was, about three kilometers from the house, stuck on a path in the middle of a muddy field. 

"This stupid piece of, fucking, bullshit, motorized my ass…" he slams his fist down on the armrest of the chair in frustration, hearing a satisfying crack. 

"Everything alright over there?" 

Steve jumps, whipping his head over to the man walking up the bottom of the path. His voice is rough, from the village obviously, but he looks familiar. 

Heat prickles up his face as the man gets closer and he hates this. He knows just how he's going to see him. Helpless. Stuck in the mud. A burden. 

"I'm fine, thanks." He says, pasting a smile to his face. He hopes it conveys the message that he loves this. Being stuck in mud is his passion. Prehaps then the man will leave him alone and he can go back to sulking.

The man stops next to him, his brown curly hair under his cap a bit longer than it should be. It frames his wide brown eyes, currently looking at him like he's full of shit. 

It's then that he makes the connection

"You're the new gardener, aren't you?" He thinks back to a couple of weeks ago, when the house had been filled with those seeking employment. "Mr. Munson, was it?"

"Aye, sir. You've got a good memory," he crouches down next to Steve as he says it, fiddling with the back of his wheelchair.

"It also looks like you've got a busted engine." 

 "It's new," Steve sniffs, "it's engine is supposed to help with out-of-doors travel." because it's not his fault, and he didn't ask for help, and he probably would have figured it out on his own. Probably. 

"Can I take a look?" He asks, probably a bit too late Steve thinks, uncharitably. He inclines his head regally and looks off towards the edge of the trees. If he squints hard enough, he thinks, he can maybe pretend none of this is happening.

There is a minute of silence, maybe two, before Munson says,

"Y'know, when I was younger I hated reading. Hated it." 

It's such a non sequitur that Steve turns blindly back towards him. 

He's still hunched over the engine in the back of the chair, hands fiddling with god knows what, not really looking at Steve.

"I had such trouble with the words all blurring together, I never wanted to do it. It was embarrassing." He's gesturing wildly as he talks. Steve doesn't think he even realizes he's doing it and he finds himself relaxing in his chair for the first time since the trouble with the mud started.  

 "My uncle found out from a teacher who, well, probably thought I was hopeless. He came over that very night. Started reading books to me, no pressure or judgement whatsoever- ah here's the bugger." He pulls a small piece of machinery from the back of Steve's chair with a showmanship he wouldn't have expected from a gardener. 

"Sorry for the language, sir." he says with a cheeky smile, implying that he's maybe not that sorry at all. 

It's an astounding bit a familiarity that Steve knows he should put a stop to. He knows his father would. There's just something about the man that makes him…pause. Possibly brain damage from the war, he thinks, somewhat hysterically. 

"Anyways, long story short, I started to want to read as well, and when I did, he helped me with that too. Took ages, but that man never faltered once. Sometimes now I even read for fun."

He holds out the busted piece of machinery for Steve to take, his hands dirty from the engine and mud. When Steve takes the part he can feel how rough and calloused the pads of Munson's fingers are, a direct clash to his own.

He clenches the small piece of machinery firmly in his lap, the grooves imprinting on his palm like a vulger tattoo. 

It's then that Munson looks directly into Steve's eyes.

"It's okay to ask for help sometimes." 

There are a lot of different responses Steve knows he could have to this. He's affible and popular, knows how to work his way around a conversation. He could be cold and direct making sure this "Mr. Munson" remembers his place, or he could make a pithy joke at his own expense, have them both laugh off the entire exchange. 

He hears cicadas in the distance, Munson's honesty still hanging raw in the air between them. In the end, he decides the man's truth deserves his own in reply.

"I don't want to be a burden." He says quietly.

The words hang between them for a moment. 

"Well, excuse me, sir if I'm being impolite, but I don't think I was one at eleven and I don't think you are now." His voice is strong and steady, the words feeling as set in stone as if they were given to Moses himself.

Munson then slides up to standing, clapping his big hands together.

"Now, I know you could get out of the mud yourself, but you seem like a busy man and your engine wont work until you order a new replacement part. What say I get you out of this patch here and you can roll on back to the house."

Steve looks up at him. He cuts a clean figure with his waistcoat half unbuttoned, arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, to account for the heat. His fingers idely tap out a nonsensical beat as he waits for Steve's reply.

He realizes Munson is right. Steve could do it himself, but that wasn't the point. He didn't have to.

"Ok, but just with the mud" he replies, grinning.

[mayalaen]

I'm way too grouchy today.

I lost $900 today because my family STILL won't double check things.

When I first got covid, I was REALLY sick, and they knew it. My brain wasn't functioning right (still isn't but it's better than it was) and I wasn't double checking out-of-state orders for the shop personally for a couple weeks.

It had been a few months since they sent something out that was obviously paid for with a stolen credit card so I was like okay I'm gonna just step back and take care of myself and let them do their thing. It's a slow time of year anyway in the tattoo industry.

This morning Charlie (my uncle) dropped a letter from the bank off at my door. All four of us handle different things and Charlie does some of the banking stuff (among other things).

The letter was sent out weeks ago but he wasn't getting the mail even though he's supposed to get it no less than once a week.

The bank was notifying me that there was a chargeback on an order.

An $850 machine with expedited shipping, so $900 total.

I checked the order and the shipping address was 1500 miles away from the billing address. The phone number was 2500 miles away from the billing address and in a completely different state from the shipping address.

And the time period for being able to dispute the chargeback ended Friday at 5pm eastern standard time. He gave me the letter (today) Saturday morning. So TFB for me.

I pointed out the address discrepancies and both Charlie and Marissa (his wife) were like yeah but the system didn't flag it as fraudulent!

I said for the millionth time yeah I know. Not every fraudulent order is flagged as fraudulent, otherwise we'd never get scammed and the world would be a wonderful place!

I said, yet again, that I usually check EVERY order that comes in, especially when it's for more than $100.

Just a quick check to see if the billing and shipping addresses are SOMEWHAT close.

They responded with "EVERY ORDER?!!"

What kind of response is this?! Why the fuck would you double check some orders and not others?

And if you ARE going to check some and not others, wouldn't the $900 order with expedited shipping be one of them?!

I wasn't mean about it but I mentioned that I deal with scammers CONSTANTLY. I swear between the IRS requirements for small businesses and scammers, more than half my time working for the shop is spent dealing with bullshit instead of working on my actual shop!

I spent 3 days this past week dealing with a guy who ended up being a scammer. He kept trying to run his card through the online store and it was getting kicked back for nonmatching info.

I was emailing back and forth with him because he sounded like a genuine customer with a bank issue -- it happens sometimes because tattoo supplies are sometimes flagged by banks as unusual.

After three days of no less than an hour a day dealing with him, my bank finally kicked back some useful info -- that the card was issued to a man in the Netherlands while this dude was purchasing from the US.

So yeah. Scammer.

And if I wouldn't have been diligent with it or I had pushed the order through anyway, I would've lost almost $3000 in supplies.

I told Charlie and Marissa this and they reacted like spending this much time on a scam was a completely new idea to them. Like I haven't told them a million times how much time scammers take up.

But you can be sure that at the beginning of next month Charlie's going to be there with his hand out waiting for his pay and will throw a stink if I deduct $900 from his allowance even though the shop pays for my house/living expenses (and my parents) and Charlie's house/living expenses.

It feels like Charlie and Marissa are glorified cashiers (who get paid WAY more than cashiers and only work 30 hours a week) while I'm working no less than 60 hours a week and paying for their fuckups out of my own pocket.

At least you can fire shitty employees 🤬

Of course he immediately turned it around on me and acted like the hurt party in all this to the point where my mom was like "let him know you still love him he had a hard day."

Oh I'm sorry. Did he have a hard day when he found out that the car part he ordered was destroyed during shipping and they're sending a replacement? That's so terrible let me cry for him.

[the-firebird69]

This is very good work and our son and daughter say it's very estranged too it is weird and not as strange it's strange and it's weird. But boy is it mean stuff and they mean like a squirrel to go get ordinance and they're playing is not good either so we do know that you both are terrible love you more like you're idiots and get them killed like idiots would and it is happening and it's reality

--Florida is steadily evacuating now since 2 and 1/2 days ago or 3 days ago yes. And it is evacuated quickly and steadily and people come in and they go out and people been here for a while or leaving. It's a lot of people we told you that they're a lot less original people and pretty soon there won't be any and they won't last. There's a lot of people missing and a lot of people pull off the battlefield. It said all the way to Concord Massachusetts and they had a discussion and it's either a problem and they're going to have to address it and their friend has been lying very badly it's going to come down to him being forced out pretty soon. And that's not the only item they found him doing they're finding headless bodies and he is taking people in for questioning with no head. Well the head only and he puts them on to clone bodies we feel and it's happening a lot we're going to start installing ours our controls. He is out class of you with the ship. There's a few other people missing all over the world and they're going after the saucers the last time they spoke they were like 90 and now there are about 80 not much of a change for a couple weeks. still a change but boys it's slow

There's a couple other things

-one of our problems is that they're not allowing our son to rest and he is very sleepy a lot and it's not good it is not helping us he's trying his best but falling asleep while we're trying to dictate stuff and I do get to try and threaten and it doesn't work and he's just tired we need these people out of here they're a bunch of hoes bags and they make mistakes with people and see me as well as Tommy f is very dangerous and he's a gross pig we need to have mercy on ourselves and our son and daughter we really have to show it it's just not happening here we don't have the time to complain about it anymore we need people to see that they're in trouble. And very soon we have to start announcing stuff yeah so I'm sending orders

--we need to clear this area and immediately and we shall return in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

[tumbleddick]

A lot had happened since this post so let me try to reconnect the memories.

My ex would start dating an extroverted racist with a trigger finger that I would be pressured to live with by my roommates. This leads to me moving back in to my mother's house after my brother left her with bills to pay and nobody to pay them. I'd sleep the next 6 months away. Losing weight the whole time obviously not consciously. Working as a line cook and begging girls to give me attention the whole time. I had a small stint in an office gig paying more money than I'd ever made but all of it would go to waste as my mom had lied about the cost of living in her house. No money to eat only enough for gas to work I'd sleep the rest of the time away. The next February I'd meet a girl who decided to stick around even while I struggled. At the same time I started the process of joining the military and accidentally getting a dog. After a few arguments with my mom I'd couch hop until I got into an apartment, I'd only stay there two months until they found out about my dog and try to evict me. Legally they fucked up and we called a truce where I left with no eviction and I didn't sue them for throwing away my things. This led to more couch surfing until I would enlist in the military. During boot camp everyone sends you letters, except I only got letters from my girlfriend at the time. Who I left in limbo when I enlisted for her own good, I wasn't and still am not mentally healthy so I thought I'd do her a favor and leave. We talked everyday in bootcamp, I realized i was better with her than without and soon after graduation I'd propose. Surprise, I did the military thing and got married asap. This year wouldnt go as planned though, the world came to a stop with quarantine. Everything closed and I was locked on base with no visitors for 9 months. During the nine months I went to more school tried to work on myself and fail, but successfully got married online, 21st century right. Well I'd go to another state for more schooling afterwards with so much more freedom. My wife would visit me often and we would stay in AirBNBs from loft apartments to small boats docked at a port. I'd graduate this second school top of my class and get sent to Florida for my final orders, this came with a slew of more schools that would send me across the country and back right after finding out my wife was pregnant. Almost like clockwork she would give birth a mere few weeks before I ended up on a ship. Luckily my son is perfect, and I got to take a month off to be with him. After that though work would be great, I showed what I was worth to the command and that I could do great things, the holiday season would turn around fast and my mental health would plummet. I've had terrible thoughts and I almost acted on them after working 60 hours over the new year week. I'd see a therapist and a psychologist quickly after that where my doctor looked at me and asked if I still wanted to be in the military. Immediately I said no, and the ball got rolling. The ship would workup for deployment and I'd get paperwork started to separate early, honorably. Before I wrap this up let me update a few things.

the original girl of this post is dead to me, and a pitiful excuse of a person if I can lend my own opinion on my post. The best friend from years ago went with her. I don't speak to my mother at all and my father is distant. My family is who I see everyday and I silently thank my wife, the love of my life, everyday for standing by me through tears, pain and therapy. Ive been diagnosed with Systemic Depression and ive been talking to a wonderful therapist about why. This journal is a reality check that what I have memories of has actually happened. Obviously this is just surface level that I want to share but I'm glad I'm still doing it a decade later. A couple things to add, I've added a cat and another dog to the family, old boy is still kicking with a thousand skin issues. I've gained weight but I'm working on it, slowly. I'm happier now than I was at my last entry.

To wrap things up for the current, I'm waiting for paperwork to come back to separate. The ship is on deployment so my work load is light right now, I spend a lot of time with my boy and as stressed as I can get, there's no better feeling than holding him.

Stolen idea? neeeevvveerrrr

Well I guess I can steal this and do it myself.  I don’t know if you’ll call this sad or not but here goes.

I was raised by a mentally ill father, he’s had brain surgery and didn’t know much right from wrong, I sat back as he abused my older brother, which made my brother lash out towards me. Or try and protect me, I was confused at the time but I see this now. For 6 years of my life I lived like this, jumping school, until we took a drastic jump to a different state. This caused court issues between him and my Mom, we told our story to the court, Mom was immediately appointed legal guardian  Dad had no say in the matter. We stay with her, I, Overweight at the time. And getting ridiculed by the kids at school for the longest time. I try to do as many sports as possible to lose the weight, I just wanted the name calling to stop, Football, Wrestling and Baseball. I stuck with the first two. Baseball just caused more ridicule. By fourth grade I found a few friends and stayed away from the crowds of kids making fun of me when I drew near them, One of them I found particularly nice and out going. She was nice to everyone, even kids she hurt. I tried to get close to her since she was the only person I could talk to. I ended growing a small crush for her, it seemed like nothing to me but it blossomed fast. Sixth grade came a long and I lost a ton of the weight,the name calling stopped but the friendships didn’t change. I stayed with this girl, she was the only one I wanted. I hid my feelings, scared she’d reject me. Shy. I thought I was to attached to her so I branched off, joined the ‘popular’ group in seventh grade, worst decision ever. Nearing the end of seventh grade I went back to her, I climbed back to her ‘bestfriend’ level within a month or two. One of those I had used her bestfriend to get back to being close to her. I feel bad for using her like that but I couldn’t be without her, she was my world. I leave to go and see my Dad over summer and every day was Hell. I finally get back, and that friend I used I feel sorry for and become friends with to make amends with myself. But I finally get a chance to talk to the girl of my dreams, I try to ask her out. But I chicken out and I use sports as my breakthrough. I told myself, if we won our first game. That was a sign that we were destine to be together. Well that kicked me in the ass when game time came around. We win, with flying colors. I finally ask her out, after getting coaxed to by friends. It’s been almost five months since that day and I’ve had no regrets of doing that. She’s my true love, and everything done before was worth it. I love my life now, I wouldn’t trade it for anyone. Or anything.

Basically, no matter where you came from, everything gets better, just give it time.

[maybege]

Intentions

Summary: Together with your true mate you leave your old life behind. But already on your first stop, things threaten to fall apart … (Part 2 of The Unexpected Series)

Pairing: alpha!Din Djarin x fem!omega!Reader

Wordcount: 8.5k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, cream pie, come play, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, attempted sexual assault, knotting

Thank you everyone for the love on the previous part! It brings me so much joy to share these old pieces with you again. As always, please let me know what you think in a comment or reblog! ❤

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

The next morning, your heat was gone just like Din had predicted. You felt delightfully sore between your legs and your muscles ached in a good way. As you stretched your body towards the sun, you heard rustling in the corner of the hut and turned onto your side.

Din was already standing there, fully dressed and with the helmet in place on top of his head. You felt a little sad that you had missed the chance to clearly see his face. When he noticed that you were awake, he walked over to you and sat down beside you on the low bed.

“Good morning,” he greeted you and his bare hand touched your neck, carefully brushing over your scent gland. You shuddered at the contact, remembering how he had kissed the soft skin just a few hours prior. Who would have thought a week ago that you would be here now? Just past your first heat and united with your true mate?

“Are – Do you still want to leave with me, omega?” he asked you. His voice was quiet and gentle, almost afraid, you thought, and it was so different from how dominating he had been last night. But it was a good sign, you decided, there was a difference in how he treated you during your heat when you were in need of him and how he treated you now that you were in full control of your body in mind.

You leant your head on his shoulder, feeling the cool beskar on your forehead, “I really do, do you still want me?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately and touched his helmet to your head, “I will prepare everything for take-off, will be you be alright leaving tonight? I know it is short notice, but –“

There was a knock on the door and both of you looked up. Din had stood up as well, shielding you from any intruder. Your bother in law’s head appeared in the door frame, a smile on his face. “I hope I don’t disturb you, Y/N,” he said, “But I think your sister is dying from curiosity if she can’t reassure herself that you’re well again.”

You laughed and nodded. That really did sound like your sister. There was a growl from Din when you moved away from him and everything in you yearned to be close to him as well. You had only spent a few hours together but maker you never wanted to be parted from him again. Would it always be like this from now on? That you barely endured being parted from him? You tried to remember what your sister had been like when she had freshly mated with your now brother-in-law. But every couple was so different and you did not feel like what had applied to her would apply to you as well. Kriffing stars, you had not even known that you were an omega until a few days ago.

While Din parted from you to get some things in order on his ship, your brother in law led you to your home.

Sure enough, your sister was in the living space, nervously pacing back and forth. Once she spotted you, her face lit up and she ran over to you for a hug. The feeling you had when seeing her again could only be described as happiness – happiness and relief. It had not occurred to you how worried she must have been – her little sister all of a sudden in heat without her true mate nearby.

She greeted you with a relieved smile, a twinkle in her eyes as she mustered you up and down. “You look good, omega,” she teased you and you could not contain your grin.

You still felt you were floating on a cloud – or like you were the cloud – there was a softness to your bones and your whole body was utterly satisfied. You could still feel him inside you and your thighs clenched, almost on their own volition.

Her eyes fell to your neck and she frowned. Gently her fingers pulled back your hair to get a better sight of your scent gland. “He did not mate you?” she asked shocked, “Did he knot you at least?”

“Not yet,” you answered and fidgeted when you saw her troubled expression, “What’s wrong?”

It was unlike her to just bluntly start asking questions like these. Was she not happy to see you? Did she not want to know more about Din? How he had taken care of you, cradled you in his arms as you slept? How horrible he had felt when he found out that you had been in heat for days already?

“Well, if he has not mated you yet then what are his intentions?” she explained her thought process, looking over you worriedly. Now it was no longer the relived look in her eyes that you had returned but she wanted to see if he had hurt you. A protectiveness came over you. That was your alpha he would never hurt you.

“We will be mated soon, he only did not knot me yet because – well, because he was afraid he would hurt me,” your ears burned when you remembered how big he had been, how he had promised you that you would be able to knot you soon. Stars, you could not wait.

But your sister did not seem to be convinced in the least. “It could be dangerous. You found your true mate and he has not bonded with you yet. What if your body tries to compensate?” she questioned you rapidly, “What if you get another heat? This is no joking matter.”

Although you were a bit doubtful when you saw the worried look in her eyes – after all, your sister had only ever protected you, what if she was right? – you decided not to worry about it. You knew of no omega who had ever gone into heat twice after meeting their true mate. And Din had promised to protect you, had he not?

At last, she seemed to recognize that there was no arguing with you about this now. Playfully she scrunched up her nose, “You reek by the way.”

Both of you giggled.

When Din came back and joined you at your sister’s hut, his hand was warm on your back and he stood so close to you, you might as well have slung your arms around him. This feeling was pure bliss and you were sure that nothing could go wrong now – this was your happy end, wasn’t it?

*

Your departure from the village was happy and boisterous. Finding one’s true mate was a happy occasion and your friends and family saw you off. Din was clearly uncomfortable with all the attention but he stood close to you anyway.

His ship, the Razor Crest as you learned, was very quiet. Quiet and cold. You tried to make conversation with him when sitting in the cockpit. He must have seen so many planets, lived so many things, a life filled with adventure. But he did not really engage in any of your questions. His answers were mostly yes or no or as short as possible and soon you gave up.

Maybe he was nervous as well?

But you did not really sense any nervousness from him. You did not really sense anything from him and with the helmet on it was hard to discern if you annoyed him or not. You hoped not.

The ship remained, quiet, hard and cold for the hours of your journey. You longed for the warmth of the sun on your skin and with Din’s obvious disinterest in talking to you, you wondered if perhaps your decision had been too hurried?

But you were true mates. There was no other way for you to live now than live with him or suffer from horrible heats until the end of your days.

Din led you to a planet that was very different from your homes. Everything was loud and there were so many smells. There were all kinds of alphas, betas and omegas present and all looked kind of seedy and suspicious. You drew closer to Din who stomped through the full streets of the markets. He was close to you but he did not touch you, not at all, and your body already ached for him. Why had he been so affectionate last night and this morning and now it seemed like he was a whole other person?

You felt a twinge in your stomach and discerned it as an aftershock from the heat. That or from the sensory overload you were experiencing. Many people shouted many different languages across the stalls and there were strange little creatures in cages. You did not like any of it and burrowed closer to Din, hoping that he would somehow sense your unease and take you away from this horrible place.

“I’m going to need to take care of something really quick, omega, alright?” his voice was harsh through the helmet and you wanted to hear him like you had last night. You wanted him to soothe you and talk to you and not pull you even closer to the centre of the bustling market.

There was a green humanoid-like creature that stared at you intently. When it noticed your staring, it licked its lips provocatively and you flinched closer to Din, hoping that he had seen it. He had his back turned to you as he was speaking in a strange language to someone else. The green creature kept staring and you tugged at your alpha’s sleeve, wanting to bury yourself somewhere under his arm so this stranger could not look at you again.

When he turned around he snapped at you, “Not now, omega, I need to do this.”

With that he turned back around and continued his talk to the vendor, effectively dismissing you.

Your heart felt cold and heavy all of a sudden. He had used your presentation, omega, like you were a burden to him. Nothing more than an annoying child he had to take care of. And you did not like that one bit.

Your sister’s warnings echoed in your head and paired with the loud noises of the market it was just too much. All of this was stupid.

Din was stupid for treating you like this, for not talking and being so different from when you had first met him.

You were stupid for even trusting him in the first place.

Your body ached when you left his side but he did not even seem to notice.

You walked down the street to a cantina you had passed just moments before. It was packed with guests of all species and presentations but you thought that anything would be better than being dismissed by your alpha again.

There was a group of men standing just to the right of you, eyeing you up and down – judging from their uniforms they seemed to be a flight crew. You could smell that most of them were alphas, only two were beta. They smiled at you all friendly, “You got lost, omega? Need somewhere to go?”

They were all slightly taller than you but their body language was non-threatening, making you feel at ease. It reminded you of home – and that was exactly where you wanted to go. Happy to finally have found people with the kindness you knew from home you told them the name of your home planet and that you needed passage there, would they know anything about it?

“This must be the biggest coincidence in the galaxy,” one of them laughed, “That is where we are headed right now. You want to tag along?”

You hesitated for a second – your body yearning for your alpha, wanting to be back at his side and back in safety – before you agreed with a smile and they started to lead you to the spaceport where their ship was docked.

You only noticed how incredibly naïve that was of you when it was too late.

They followed the main road for a while until they took a sharp turn, leading you into a dim alleyway that was decidedly not the spaceport. Your steps slowed as your mind tried to play catch-up with what was happening. If they did not take you to the spaceport, where would they take you? And what did they want from you?

“What is going on?” you asked, a spike of fear shooting through you as you smelled their lust. The four of them got closer to you and you stepped back and back and back until you hit a wall. Fear gripped your heart as their mouths quirked up at your predicament.

You did not like this. You did not like this one bit.

In a movement too quick for you to see, one of them grabbed at your jacket and ripped it down the middle. You whimpered, trying to cross your arms over your chest. Another one grabbed at you and you tried pushing him away, opening up your other side for someone else to probe at your skin.

“Stars, omega, you smell horrible, but no worries, I bet we can get you to smell real good real soon.”

Whimpers escaped you as they started to tear at your clothes, wanting to get their hands between your legs. Your arms flailed and you managed to slap one of them, your fingernails leaving deep scratches on the skin of his cheek. The alpha cursed sharply and gripped your neck. When he dug his fingers into your scent glands you cried out.

Your vision went black from the pain and it felt like he was cutting off your airway.

“Could smell that disgusting alpha on you but now he’s not here anymore, is he?” he taunted you while the others ripped your shirt apart, “Weren’t you a good enough fuck for him to mark you, huh?”

Tears rolled down your cheeks at his hurtful words. What if he was right? If you were too bad and that was why Din did not mark you?

“Look, someone is in her heat already.”

You wanted to shake your head at the comment from one of the betas. You wanted to tell them they were wrong, that your heat had just stopped yesterday and that it could not come back again so soon. But they saw it differently and ripped your shirt straight in half. Your chest was exposed to the cool air and you cried harder when hands roughly groped at it. In a last attempt to flee, you kicked your legs out, trying to hit them somewhere painful but there were too many of them pinning you to the wall and you hung your head in shame.

Alpha, where are you? Why did I go?

You hated to feel this helpless. At home, you had never had to feel like this. Why could you not be home now? Why did you have to be here?

Suddenly they were ripped from you. Multiple hands left you and then you were standing on your own again, too confused to realize what was happening. The man who had grabbed your neck was thrown against the opposite wall, a shout of pain coming from his mouth. Silver armour – beskar – shone in the dim alleyway and you felt utter relief flooding you. Din. Din was here.

And Din beat them up. One by one he eliminated them, fists meeting unprotected faces, stomachs or boots right into the sternum. The last one was pressed against the wall, gloved fingers squeezing the windpipe tightly. You could see how his arms flexed under his armour and clenched your thighs together. How was it possible that your mind was in complete panic mode and your body managed to go into heat? Was that normal? Should you be worried?

“Don’t you dare touch her,” you could hear him growl, “She is mine, understood?”

The rest of the men scrabbled up, fear written in their eyes as they stumbled out of the alleyway. Din remained standing there for a moment, watching them flee, making sure that they would not come back. He was still breathing harshly, his armour moving with him when he approached you slowly. The smell of alpha was in the air, not the acid one from the group but the slightly spicy one – Din’s. It was like you could feel how agitated he was. An alpha after a fight was a sight to see.

You were clutching the torn fabric of your shirt to your chest, trying to somehow cover your exposed skin. The fear was still burning in your veins but there was also a heat there and you did not know why or where it had come from.

Gently he called your name, “Are you alright?”

His deep voice was distorted through the helmet but you could still hear how on edge he was. You tried to nod, to reassure him, but your lips were trembling and you were not able to put into words just exactly how you felt. But your alpha seemed to know. He crowded you against the wall, his hands on each side of your head. But you did not feel threatened, not in the slightest. Being surrounded by him and his scent made you feel safe. It enabled you to ground yourself into the moment and the realisation of what could have happened crashed into you without preamble.

The tears had dried up a little but now they were streaming down your face with new vigour. You stepped closer to him and whimpered into his chest plate. Having him so close to you was intoxicating, his strong scent swirling around you mixing with yours and your blood heated up again. With desperate hands you clutched at him, trying to get him closer still, to bury your nose into the gap between his helmet and the cape, the need to smell him too strong.

Your whimpers must have woken him from his trance because as soon as the first sound left your lips, his arms came around your waist, pulling you closer. Soothing noises came through his helmet but you were so close you could hear his real voice through the gap in his helmet and his chin. With your hands now on his body, they failed to hold up the fabric and your shirt fell open at your chest. The metal was cold against your skin and you gasped.

When had your skin started feeling this hot?

Your blood was burning in your body and a pang of constant arousal settled right between your legs. Confused, you looked at Din, the edge of your vision blurring as you were too focused to see him. When you started to feel delirious you knew exactly what was happening to you.

But it can’t be possible, a voice screamed in your head, you only just got out of your heat you can’t get into another one right away. That is impossible!

From the way he tensed, Din seemed to know what was going on as well. As he turned around to walk away, you clung to his arm, a desperate whine escaping you. You wanted to keep him close, to have him and to get rid of this deep-seated anxiety. He could not leave you alone out in the open! What would happen to you without him?

He stopped upon hearing you and turned back around to face you. His shoulders seemed so broad and tense and you would have given anything to feel his naked skin against yours. “I need you to get to safety,” he tried to explain, “You – You are having another heat, I need to get you to safety, omega.”

For a moment your heart sang with the knowledge that he had not wanted to abandon you here but rather that he had wanted to leave withyou. The reassurance only fed into your arousal, however – your alpha took care of you, still, and – and a painful cramp formed in your abdomen. Your hand flew to your belly, hoping that pressure would help but you knew you would not be able to walk through the market without throwing yourself at any available alpha out there.

And you did not want that.

You wanted only one alpha.

“Please, alpha, I can’t wait,” you exhaled. You pulled him down to you by his arm, brushing your nose against the one sliver of skin on his neck that was visible. A shudder went through your body at the contact and you knew that he was indulging you by remaining crouched like that. He was letting you scent him and it made you feel even hotter.

“Tell me why you went with them,” he rumbled into your ear.

Too distracted by his proximity, you did not think too much about your answer, “I wanted to go home.”

He froze then, becoming tenser if that was even possible. He seemed surprised and you could smell the fear in his neck, an ugly thing you did not want him to feel. Your lips brushed against his skin, kissing any spot you were able to reach until you heard him speak, “Home? Why?”

“Because you don’t like me,” you whimpered, “My sister was right. You did not mate me, you did not even knot me – you don’t like me.”

“Omega,” he growled, hands grasping your shoulder, “Do not ever say that again, you hear me?”

He pressed you back against the wall, his front against yours. The show of strength completely pushed you into your omega space, all you could think about was him. You needed him and you wanted to have your mouth back on his skin, to finally have any kind of skin-to-skin contact.

In the back of your mind, you were aware of how dangerous the situation could get. You were out in the open, basically any alpha could smell you if the wind stood right and there was not a lot of things that could keep an alpha from an unmated omega. Apart from the fact that you needed to have Din’s scent to be able to function, you were also not ready to have a repetition of the last few days out in the open. The pain was something you could gladly live without.

“I can’t wait, Din. It’s – it’s getting worse.”

Din was cursing now, his hands soothingly rubbing circles into your shoulder.

“Every alpha in town will smell you now,” he muttered, worry in his voice, “Kriff, can – can I do anything? Tell me you are alright with it, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Here you were, the most vulnerable an omega could get and he asked you if you were alright. Asked you if you were alright sleeping with him, again. He did not want to hurt you.

“Alpha, please.”

Forgotten was the conflict between the two of you from just moments before. Well, not forgotten but it was pushed into the back of your mind as the hormones in your body decided that there were much more important matters to attend to.

The stone wall felt cold against your heated skin and you leant your head back, baring your neck to him. You wished you could scent him properly, wished you could see his face now in the daylight. Would his eyes be as kind as you imagined them? Would they look at you with the same amount of love you held for him?

His gloved hands pushed your skirt up to your hips, bunching the fabric on your belly and out of instinct you wrapped one leg around his hip, opening yourself up to him. The beskar of his armour was as cold on your skin as the wall in your back but it only went to show how burned up you were already. Your thighs were slick already and you – you needed him.

Noises were leaving your throat, you knew that much, but they could barely be described as words. You were aching for him. You watched him as he hastily pulled at the buckles of your belt. His dick was already hard and leaking you mewled at the sight, excited to have him so close.

You could not wait any longer, you really could not, so when he closed his fist around his shaft, you rubbed your core against him. It felt hot and wet and utterly amazing and you ground down onto him. Din grunted as his head slipped inside you and you whined. He worked into you without any of the prep from the night before and you hissed.

“I’m sorry, omega,” he rumbled, “So sorry.”

His voice was honest and you could feel how he tried to control himself. The stretch was there and a little painful, yes, but it inexplicably made you even wetter and you had to grit your teeth to suppress a moan. You could hear the sounds of the market nearby, people laughing and talking and shouting and if one of them even so much as looked into this alleyway, they should spot you right away. There was no missing the way the Mandalorian pumped into you or the sounds of your slick as his balls slapped against you.

The risk of being seen, exposed like this, made your heart race. “No ‘s good,” you tried to reassure him and it was. He hit different like this, a spot you had not yet discovered for yourself and the veins and ridges on him bumped into your walls. He was kriffing gigantic.

A person walked past the entrance to the alleyway, you could see their passing shadow out of the corner of your eyes and you squeezed so hard around him it was embarrassing.

“Kriff,” he cursed quietly, one harsh thrust against your hips, “You like this, don’t you? Taken in the alleyway like some slut.”

“Yes,” you whimpered, pressing your forehead against the coolness of his beskar, breathing through the harsh thrusts. His hands were right next to your head, caging you in. All you could see, all you could smell, all you could feel, was him - your alpha.

One of his hands went to your bare knee and hooked it up higher on his hip. Your eyes bulged out of your head at how it made him go even deeper and you pressed your lips tightly together to avoid making any kind of sound.

“Look at you,” he breathed, “you are so good to me omega. So good to let me take you like this.”

You honestly felt you were going to explode at any moment. There were tears streaming down your cheeks, you noticed, the pleasure of him fucking you was just too much. His hips kept pistoning in and out of you, carrying you higher and higher.

“Kriff, omega,” his gloved hand left your knee but you kept it up high on his hip, the angle just too good to be true. Rough fingers squeezed your butt cheek, drawing you closer to him until there was absolutely nothing separating you. Your lower body was just held up by him, only your shoulders and head still being supported by the wall. He held you like this for a moment and you could feel him twitch inside you. It was absolutely filthy.

Then he started thrusting into you again, slowly at first but picking up the pace the more you whined at him. “Can you be good for me?” he asked you between thrusts and you only managed to nod, another whimper escaping you. You would do anything for him at that moment, anything to keep him making you feel like this. “Can you come for me, omega? Can you come like this? All exposed and desperate and needy out in the open?” a gloved finger rubbed circles onto your clit and the scream got stuck in your throat, “Wish the whole world could see you like this so no one would ever dare to lay a hand on you.”

It was over quickly. One second, he was whispering filthy words into your ear, the next you clamped around him with a sigh and he stilled. It felt like you were floating somewhere far above the city between the stars. You could feel him flooding you with his come and sighed contently. He did not knot you, you noted with a pang of disappointment.

His helmet rested on the wall right next to your head. Your head buried itself in the crook of his neck and you breathed in his scent, the pure dominance he was exuding made you feel high on drugs you had never even tried. When he pulled out, you whined at the loss of contact. Drops of your mixed fluids escaped you and you tried to close your thighs at the strange feeling. Din noticed and his visor lowered, obviously looking down between your legs. With you still half wrapped around his hips and the skirt pushed up under your breasts he had a clear view of what was going on. Your face grew hot, feeling more aroused, and could feel how you fluttered around nothing, another drop escaping you.

The growl that came from him almost had you dropping to your knees. “Such a pretty sight.”

One gloved hand reached between your thighs and scooped up some of the come that had run down your thighs and pushed it right back into you. Your head fell back against the wall as you moaned. You did not care anymore who could possibly hear you, not when Din made you feel like this. When he made such a show of his claim on you.

You could sense his reluctance as he lowered you to the floor and stepped back from you, “I need to get you back to the ship, think you can make it?”

What ship? Where did he need to take you?

It took you a moment to catch up with everything around you and you nodded sluggishly. Your bones felt soft. Now that you came to think of it your whole body felt soft. Was this what a heat felt like when it was properly taken care of?

“Come on, omega, I got you,” his voice was gentle now as he offered you his arm. You practically hung onto it as he hastily led you back to the ship, your head resting against the cold beskar of his pauldron.

The other alphas on the market and the streets leading to the spaceport kept staring at you. You could see their nostrils flaring as soon as you approached them, your body carefully wrapped in part of Din’s cloak to shield your bare skin from their eyes. Thankfully, Din next to you threw off so many pheromones, his scent so intense in your nose, that you suspected he was scenting you just by being near you. They left you alone, no one daring to challenge the alpha next to you.

When you arrived back on the ship, Din deposited you on the bunk – his bunk. The ship was still quiet and cold but now it was a relief to be back in the safety of the Razor Crest, in Din’s home, and not out there with all the other alphas.

You did not want him to leave now, you already felt too hot in your own skin and it would not take long until the next wave hit you were sure. You could hear him pushing some buttons and then the whirring of the ship as the ramp closed. The only light sources were some dimly lit electrical lights hanging in the hull.

He hurried back to you, clearly worried at your state, “Kriff, what do you need, omega? How can I make it better?”

You tried hard to think through the fog that threatened to occupy your mind. What was it your body was screaming for except for your alpha inside you? “Need – need a nest,” you brought out and he nodded.

He walked away somewhere but before you could whine for him to please come back I need you more than the nest, he returned. His arms were loaded with thousands of pieces of fabric, blankets and pillows. They were all threadbare and obviously quite worn but at the moment you had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Where do you want them, love?” he asked you, “The bunk? The floor?”

You thought for a moment, pondering your options. The bunk was too cramped, too hot, too stiffing and so you motioned for the space on the floor right in front of it. Din dropped them there. Immediately, you slid down to the floor and started to arrange the material to your liking. Your stomach had started to hurt but with how he had taken you not even an hour prior, it fended some of the pain off. Enough, at least to make sure that you could build a good nest.

You were too busy frantically arranging and rearranging the blankets that you had not noticed him kneel down next to you.

“Here,” Din held out another piece of fabric for you to take, “I heard it helps ... with the smell and so on…”

It was his cape, you realized with surprise. He had just taken off his cape and was giving it to you – for your nest, to make you feel safe. Through the burning arousal in your body, you felt affection and something that could already be called love as you smiled at him.

With your nest now complete you hurriedly ripped off your clothes, sighing as the air cooled your hot skin. You chucked them somewhere, never wanting to see them again after today. You felt better now that he had taken you once, the fear of the strange men almost completely dissipated, but you still needed – wanted – him even with your head now relatively clear.

You crawled into the nest, stopping only to sniff at the cape he had given you. Din was still kneeling in the middle of the room, completely dressed, his hands on his belt. He looked good like this, absolutely delectable but that was not what you wanted from him right now.

“Will you scent me, alpha?” you asked him with big eyes, biting your lip, hoping that without the adrenalin of the fight he still found you attractive. That he would forget any reason he might have had for not claiming you, for not wanting you.

“Do you still want me to?”

“You’re my alpha, of course, I want you to.”

“You wanted to go home.”

You had no good answer to that. Yes, it was true you had wanted to go home and a part of you wondered if you still did. On the other hand, this was your true mate, the one person the universe had assigned to you and would ever assign to you. And you did not want to leave him. Yes, you had wanted to go home but perhaps you had only wanted to return to the night where the two of you had been the only ones in your nest. You had wanted that safety back.

Slowly, he took off his armour. You watched as he carefully laid each piece of the shiny metal on a crate, taking care to not jostle them too much. When he took his helmet off, you inhaled sharply.

He was beautiful.

Tan skin, dark hair that you already knew was soft to the touch and the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. Your alpha was – he was magnificent. Being able to look straight into his eyes made you feel like you were in a dream.

When he was down to his underwear, you managed to rip your eyes from his face and admired him completely. He had a strong body, clearly that of a man who got into fights often. He turned around and you watched for the first time as his eyes took you in. You felt precious and desirable under his gaze and could not help but sit up on your knees to be a little closer to him.

“Lay back,” he ordered, not unkindly and you did what you were told without any hesitation. His eyes wandered over your body hungrily, clearly lingering on some spots: your neck, your breasts, your belly and, finally, the slick on your thighs. When you laid back completely on your back, your eyes looked up at the ceiling so the only way you could sense what was going on was by listening for him. But you trusted him, he would not want to hurt you so you completely relaxed into the fabrics of your nest.

Then, you saw him crawling up your body, gently resting his weight on your front. His lower arms were holding him up beside your head and much like in the alleyway he was once again caging you in. But you did not mind because the intimacy between the two of you was exhilarating. He was warm against your skin and you closed your eyes contently. You could feel that his cock was already hardening in his pants and the wet between your thighs only grew.

“Tell me why you wanted to go home, please,” he asked quietly, hooked nose nudging your scent gland at your throat and you breathed a sigh of relief at the soothing touch.

“You did not mate me,” you replied with closed eyes trying to focus on his touch and managing to bring out coherent sentences, “and I didn’t know why. My sister,” you gasped as a warm hand settled on your waist, solely sliding up and down your skin, “she said it’s a bad sign. Who would not mate their true mate? That can’t be good. Your – your intentions can’t be good. And you hardly talked to me on the ship and –“

He hummed at that, his mouth opening at the juncture of your shoulder and your neck, pressing the softest of kisses to your skin. “And then I snapped at you,” he added guiltily, his hand now wandering up to your breast. You writhed against him, wishing for some sort of friction. But a warning growl of him had you stilling immediately. He might be gentle and soft but he was still in control.

“When you dismissed me like that, I felt as if I didn’t matter to you,” you confessed breathlessly. He rewarded you with a tug on your nipples and you bared your neck to him.

“I was a fool,” he apologized, teeth scraping along your jaw, working down your throat, “I was overwhelmed by how they all seemed to look at you, my omega,” he nipped at your collarbone and you gasped, “And the anger I felt should not have been direct at you. This is never your fault and I am sorry.”

His lips kept working down your belly, pressing kisses wherever he pleased and stopped right short of your mound. Your eyes flew wide open. No one had ever – oh this was really happening?! You could feel his breath on your sensitive lips, fuelling the fire inside of you and you shyly spread your legs for him.

His shoulders were so broad that his hands gently pated our legs even more until his thumbs spread your lower lips apart, exposing you to him. His brown eyes looked glassy and dark as he licked his lips and looked up at you. Seeing him between your legs – it took your breath away.

“I can see my come oozing out of you,” he sounded so pleased, proud almost, and his eyes flicked back to where you could still feel him, “Do you want me to eat you out, omega?”

By now your eyes must have been the size of plates. He looked so confident, so dominant and in control, right there between your legs and yet you still felt like you were in control of the situation. He would stop if you asked him to. He would stop if he felt like you were uncomfortable. Slowly, you nodded your consent and he grinned. A rough tongue assaulted your clit and you screamed.

Din ate you out like a man starved. Your legs were trembling around his shoulders, the feeling foreign but so so good to you. He licked one broad strip from your clenching hole all the way up to your clit, rolling it with the tip of his tongue before delving right back into you.

There was so much and you did not even know what you wanted to focus on. The way his shoulders spread your legs so far you could barely move them or how one hand held you open to him while the other pressed down on your belly to keep you still? What about the way his scruff felt between your legs? Or how

Your alpha hummed against you, the vibrations reaching to your insides. Placing an open-mouthed kiss over your hole you could hear the smacking sounds coming from his mouth and squirmed. Everything was overwhelming and you fisted your hands into the blankets of your nest, your whole body arching off the ground from the pleasure. But Din did not deter from his mission. The hand on your belly reached up to your breast, his tongue dipping inside of you, and his finger found your nipple quickly, flicking and rolling it as you came.

You were not quite sure if you screamed or not, the whole moment became kind of fuzzy as pleasure spread from your core all over your body, making you feel kind of numb. When you gained back any ability to think, you were still catching your breath and so incredibly wet but he did not stop.

He did not even pause, just continued to lap at you through your waves of pleasure, prolonging them. A thick finger entered you and you moaned from the added stimulation. You were still so wet and while Din licked and kissed at your clit, a second and a third finger quickly followed. While it normally would have been quite a stretch you were still stretched from your escapade in the town. With three impossibly thick digits inside of you, he started licking at your entrance, your nerve endings where you were opening up for him burning alight as you came again.

This time you knew that you were screaming because your voice sounded hoarse even to your own ears. The tongue on your clit moved from overwhelming pleasure to painfully too much and you pushed your hands at his head, trying to get him off of you. “Please, alpha, it’s too much,” you pleaded with him, “please, please.”

When he came up from between your legs, his mouth and chin were drenched in your juices and he looked positively feral. He wiped his mouth on his forearm, smiling smugly, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded and tried to pull him closer to you, to show you that you need him inside you now, that his tongue was no longer enough to stem off the heat. But he would not budge, just kneeled between your legs still clad in his underwear. You whined.

“No, I want to hear you say it,” he murmured, dark eyes raking over your body, “Use your pretty mouth to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to – to fuck me,” you brought out, cheeks heating in embarrassment but also excitement because you could see how he strained against his pants and you just wanted him.

A cocky grin spread his cheeks as he mocked you, “Is that so?”

He palmed his bulge and both of you groaned. You because you wanted to touch him and wanted him inside you and he because you looked absolutely delectable all spread out in your nest waiting for him. As another wave of dizziness came over you, you laid your head on the floor, hoping that if you kept your eyes on the ceiling, it would pass soon.

So, you barely noticed him slipping out of his remaining clothes but you certainly noticed when his warm hands spread your legs even further apart. Your eyes found his then and you inhaled sharply. He was so gentle with you now, bracing one forearm beside your head while the other positioned his cock at your entrance.

He took his time with you. His head slowly breaching you so you could feel every vein, every impossible inch of him filling you. His eyes were still on yours and it felt like the two of you were connected now, not only physically but emotionally as well. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, not because of overwhelming pleasure like before but because of the pure emotions that coursed through you.

When he had sheathed a few inches of him inside you, he rested for a while, letting you get used to him all over again, all the while his other came to frame your cheek. Slowly, he pulled out before thrusting back in, going even deeper and chasing all the air out of your lungs.

You clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your nose against his scent gland. He smelled of home and possession and love and it was intoxicating. His breath was warm on the skin in the crook of your neck as his nose brushed along your jaw, scenting you as well.

His thrusts grew into a steady and slow pace, going further and deeper each time and he was so kriffing controlled it drove you insane. Until he bottomed out.

“Ah, feel that, omega?” he breathed against your ear, “That’s me in there.”

You glanced down and you could see him. You could see him inside you in the way your stomach dented outwards just a little and every breath escaped you. You clenched around him and he grunted lowly.

“You are so good to me,” he whispered as he picked up the pace, “You’re it for me, I will never let you go. I will mate you and breed you and kriff-“, you fluttered around him, “I will take care of you, I will always take care of you. Won’t ever let any disgusting alpha touch you again.”

His ramblings – his promises to you – sounded like heaven in your ears and you tried to pull him even closer to you. A particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars and you mewled.

“I think you can take my knot this time, omega,” he announced, shifting his weight onto one arm so the other could hook your leg above his hip. His cock hit even deeper inside you than in the alley and your eyes rolled back in your head.

You were basically swimming in pleasure and there was nothing you could do but just lay there and take whatever he was giving you. And stars you could not wait to take his knot.

“Need you to say it,” he reminded you, almost mockingly. He was so big and broad above you, anchoring you to the ground of your nest even as you felt like you were flying through the roof of the Crestin pleasure.

“Please alpha,” you didn’t recognize your voice anymore, all high and needy, “Please I want your knot, I can take it I promise.”

There were two fingers on your clit again, barely touching it but the stimulation paired with the way his cock hit your cervix had you coming around him. This one was longer and more intense than your previous orgasms and you genuinely felt like it was going on forever. You were still on your high when you felt him spill inside of you, painting your walls white. It only elongated the feeling and when you felt a swelling at the base of his cock you knew that this was it.

Din stilled inside of you as his knot grew bigger and bigger, locking him and his come inside of you. The stretch was almost impossible and you gasped. You moved your arms closer around his neck, lifting yourself off the ground effectively and hanging on to him in an attempt to get closer and to make the stretch go away. His hand moved from your clit to your back, holding you to him while his other forearm braced the both of you off the floor. His breathing was loud in your ears and you were sure that it had to be an uncomfortable position for him to be in.

In an effort to thank him, you pressed a kiss to his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, anything you could reach like this.

“Believe me, omega,” he finally growled against your neck, “I know exactly what my intentions are and your sister could not be further from the truth.”

He held you to him still, turning so he could rest on the floor of your nest. Much like your first encounter, your front was resting on his front, him still inside you. But with his knot still intact, there were no fluids escaping you now.

You rested your cheek above his heart, finding comfort in hearing him live and breathe right under you. His fingers were brushing through your hair leisurely as you wondered, “How long does a knot last?”

“Depends. The first time a couple knots it is unusually long. Could be thirty minutes or three hours.”

You shot up, looking at him with wide eyes, “Three hours?”

Din chuckled, “No worries, omega, I will take care of you. I thought …” he drifted off then, a thoughtful look in his eyes and – you could hardly believe your eyes – a blush on his cheeks.

“What did you think?”

“I want to get to know you. Everything about you, about your life, your first kiss,” sounded a bit bitter at that, “you might be mine by nature but I want to earn the title of being your alpha.”

“Is that why you haven’t mated me yet?”

He looked so insecure then, almost troubled, and you stretched up to kiss him. A painful sensation shot through you, the knot pulling at your walls, keeping you rooted to him, and you winced. Immediately, Din rose to his elbows, looking concerned, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“I just need to get used to it,” you tried to explain and could not help the pout, “I only wanted to kiss you.”

His answering grin made him seem years younger, the skin on his forehead and between his brows completely relaxed and smoothed out. Din tilted his head down to you so you only needed to reach up a little bit in order to kiss him. His kiss was soft and gentle and you cherished it.

“If you ever want to kiss me, cyarik’a” he spoke against your lips, “Just say the word. There will be nothing that could keep me from you.”

[arianna-bradshaw]

Some Things Never Get Old

Chapter One

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw left years ago, so seeing him again as a Top Gun recruit was shocking. Definitely inspired by, "Take my Breath Away"

TW: 18+ Smut, Mentions of Death Word Count: 2,586

Bradley Bradshaw was the man of your dreams, your twin flame, your soulmate. Your father was a Navy Aviator, who passed five years after Goose did. Bradley was your support system at just ten years old, and after that you were inseparable. The two of you had shared so much of life, from singing at the Hard Deck with your dads and Uncle Mav to going through high school together. After your dad passed, mom shut down. Penny and Carole were who you viewed as a caregiver, and more often than not you were at Carole’s place after school being served snacks while ‘studying’ with Bradley. 

When Bradley told you he was going to join the Navy you had mixed feelings. You knew it was everything he wanted, to follow in the footsteps of his father; but for you it was terrifying. You vowed to wait for him here, in Mirimar until he returned to Top Gun. The day he left for the basics was heart breaking, he was being shipped out to Illinois for the Naval Training Center. You knew this is what Bradley was destined to do, but after both your fathers passed the way they did- you couldn’t help but be hesitant; especially with him leaving so close to his mothers death.

After eight weeks, Bradley flew home. He hadn’t done any training flying yet, as he had to wait for Naval Academy to start that, but he was so damn happy to officialy be qualified for the Academy, where he would get his education and then move up to flight school. Your reunion was tearful, and you held him tightly. Bradley murmured out an, “I miss you,” and over the next few weeks he awaited his response to his Naval Academy application. It wasn’t until a month and a half later that he found out it was Maverick who did it. Maverick was the reason that he wasn’t being accepted- the reason he’d have to wait four years. 

As soon as he found out he was throwing his things into two suitcases, face red and aggressive. You tried to calm him down, grabbing his arm, “You… you don’t have to leave- Please, Brad.” You cried. But he was determined, shaking you off, and zipping the bags; hauling them into the Bronco. 

You were heartbroken, and you’re one bedroom apartment on the beach was suddenly empty again. No Bradley or much sign of him, other than the framed photos of your life.

Years later you were working at the Hard Deck, any closeness to your father was here. Penny was the best boss ever, other than constantly trying to set you up with random pilots. You hadn't dated anyone since your high school sweetheart ran off, I mean sure you’d had a couple hook ups and the obvious bar flirtation but… part of you still hung onto Brad. He was your soulmate- even if he didn’t feel the same way. 

A new batch of Top Gun recruits in their twenties entered the bar, immediately staking  claim on the pool table and some chairs surrounding it. They were rowdy and excited, clearly just starting their new training- and visiting the legendary spot that was a right of passage for Top Gun. You glanced towards the door as it opened to let in another man in a khaki colored uniform and your heart stopped, Bradley Bradshaw was grinning making his way to the table his teammates surrounded. He hadn’t seen you, or at least didn’t acknowledge it. Penny followed your eyesight and raised an eyebrow. “Look whose back in town.” She winked, nudging your side. 

“Uh yeah, I didn’t know that.” You busied yourself cleaning glasses and avoiding looking over to the group of pilots. 

You didn’t notice as Bradley approached the bar, faceing back towards his table as they shouted orders at him. When you looked up, he turned and saw you- eyes wide and shocked. “Y/N, I uh… hi.” He said, a small smile and blush on his face. 

“Hey Brad,” You swallowed, looking over him, “...Rooster?” You couldn’t help but laugh, (even as pissed, embarrased and nostalgic as you felt.)

“Oh yeah, that’s my callsign.” He said proudly, tilting his chin up; that cocky grin plastered on his face. 

“You’re really taking after your dad,” You said softly, then giggled “Even the porn stache.” 

“Yup! You like it?” Brad- Rooster wiggled his eyebrows. You slightly hated that you both immediately fell into your old pattern; without a chance for you to scream at him about how he left you.. 

“Yeah, you look good.” You swallowed and looked back at his friends, who seemed confused by how long he was taking. “So what can I get for ya?” 

“Oh um, lets do… ten beers and some tequila shots.” Rooster said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Gotcha, I’ll leave you to open them yourself.” You handed him the beers on a tray with an opener, and got to work pouring tequila. He looked so good, so… mature and he had definitely gained a lot of muscle under the khaki shirt he wore. 

“Thanks, honey.” Bradley walked back over with the drinks to his table- immediately bombarded with questions of how he knew you. 

“Kid, you can take off early if you need to.” Penny hummed softly, and you shook your head, wiping your hair out of your face.

“I’ll be fine, he’s probably not interested and either way, I’m still so fucking pissed with him.” You decided, serving some drinks up. 

You were distracted with customers when the loud music suddenly stopped, and a chorus of boos followed. Your eyes immediately went to the piano when you heard the starting keys of Great Balls of Fire; and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face as Bradley belted out. God, he looked so much like his dad- he was fully in his element. He made eyecontact with you as the bar sang along and “Kiss me baby… Ooh that feels good.” he winked and motioned you over. You were wearing tight shorts and a cropped tanktop; quickly shaking your head at the idea of all these people seeing you like this- on display with Bradley. 

But Penny pushed you over to him and he pulled you onto the piano bench, you couldn’t help but belt the familiar song with him; softly dancing along. You’d done this plenty of time before you were even old enough to drink and now here you were. Back in Bradleys arms, feeling your childhood- your family all around you. As he finishes singing; he’s staring down into your eyes, the bar erupting in the chant of his callsign; before going back to the jukebox music blaring and ordering drinks. 

You quickly looked away from him, down at the piano keys. 

“Let’s get out of here, honey. Please.” He looked down at you, an arm around your waist. 

“Brad- I… I’m still on shift and-” You looked up at him, his honey brown eyes pleading, “I’m still so pissed at you.” Swallowing, you took in a shaky breath. 

“Then let’s talk please, I know I made a mistake.” Rooster gently cupped your cheek and you bit your lip. 

“Fine, but you’re talking to Penny for me.” You stood off the bench, and watched him walk to the bar, talking to Penny quietly. He made his way back to you with a soft smile and Penny winked at you; making you roll your eyes.

Bradley was holding your hand, walking towards the beach. “I… I want to explain what I did after I left- even though I know there’s no good excuse.” He said, sitting in the warm sand. You sat to his right side and nodded; arms around your knees. 

“As soon as I was on my flight I regretted it, but I had to… had to do something. I needed to save my career- I went and begged and eventually just ended up using my GI bill to take courses in Virginia Beach at a University- so that I could try to stay on track. I was so…. So scared to come back after being gone for so long. I was worried I’d see you with someone else or just the fact that you wouldn’t want me anymore. So I was a coward and didn’t come back until I was called to Top Gun and I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. That is my biggest regret, because I need you. You’re it for me, baby.” He was looking down at you, and you knew he was being honest.

You swallowed and nodded, “O-okay, but we cannot just pickup where we left off. I need to be able to trust you again, and I’ve grown a lot. I’m not the same girl, Rooster.” 

Bradley nodded eagerly, “Of course, I couldn’t ask that of you.” He gently cupped your cheek, staring into your eyes. You turned to face him and nodded softly in response to his silent question. He kissed you deeply, his free hand quickly grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. He deepened the kiss more and pulled you ontop of him and you pulled away giggling. 

“Rooster we’re on the beach, if you want this to go farther take me home.” You said breathlessly- okay yeah, you were gonna make him wait, but feeling his touch again you were too impatient. His eyes widened and he stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. “Show me the way home, honey.” He replied, throwing you into his Bronco through both of your laughs. 

When he slammed the door and got into the driver side you scooted against him. “I still live in the apartment.” You said softly, leaning into his side; and his arm naturally fell around your shoulders. God, it felt like highschool again.

As he pulled into the parking lot and parked, he kissed you deeply. You grabbed his khaki shirt and whined, kissing him back. “C’mon take me to bed, Rooster.” You huffed, and he quickly got out, pulling you into his arms bridle style. You giggled as he bolted up the stairs and set you down to unlock the door. Your shaky hands took a couple of tries but then the door was opened, and you were pushed against the opposite side as he shut it; kissing you deeply. “Fuck.” You mumbled. 

Rooster kissed down your neck and his hands were running up and down your hips, causing a moan to leave your lips. 

"God I missed you," He huffed, kissing you again his hands cupping your cheeks. He pushed a knee between your thighs and clung you closer to him. 

"B-bedroom." You gasped, and he lifted you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. You could feel his hard on pressing against you, causing you to grind down as he made his way to your bedroom. He kissed down your neck, groaning, and threw you gently on the bed. He relished in your giggles as he crawled ontop of you with a grin. 

"You're wearing too many clothes," He claimed, pulling your tanktop over your head. You nodded in response, "So are you."

He kissed your neck as you unbuttoned his top, pulling it off his shoulders. He struggled like a teenager- unclasping your bra before attacking your chest. You moaned, grabbing his hair tightly as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, "Bradley!" You yelped. He chuckled and leaned up, "You're so fucking goregous." 

You both made quick work of your pants and underwear, and Bradley sat up to pull his undershirt over his head. You gasped slightly, and ran your hands over his broad chest, "Fuck Rooster, you really grew into your body." Blushing, you pulling him back into a kiss. His hands were all over you, and then his kisses began their descent down your neck- sucking small marks all over. Your hands held a steady grip of his hair and he groaned. 

"Your body, baby. You have no idea what you do to me," He ran his hands over your thighs, kissing along the soft skin of your stomach. He finally dipped two fingers over your slit and almost fucking growled. "God, you're so wet- Fuck Y/N." 

You moaned in reponse, letting him pull your legs over his shoulders as he stared at your cunt. He stared into your eyes as he licked a stripe through your folds, savoring the taste. He quickly got more eager, eating you out like his life depended on it; pushing two fingers inside of you and sucking on your clit. He moaned into you causing you to squeal out his name, tugging on his hair. "Please Bradley, fuck you're so good." 

Rooster got more cocky, curling his fingers quickly and pulling away for a minute, telling you to "Cum on my fingers sugar," before returning back to licking quickly over your clit. It didn't take long before you gave him his demand; moaning high pitched and clinging to him. You came with a loud whine of "Bradley!" He helped you ride out your orgasm as you grinded on his face, panting and squirming. 

You gently pushed away his head when it became to much, and he pulled out his fingers- crawling up your body and kissing you urgently. His mouth tasted like you, and his mustache scratched against your lip at how hard and desperate he was kissing you. 

"C-can I please fuck you? Please Y/N. I need you," He was grinding against you, and panting. You nodded quickly in response. 

"Please Rooster," You held the back of his neck, staring into his eyes. He pushed in gently, not breaking eyecontact. He let out a low groan and his arms framed your shoulders. One hand moved to your hips, bruising and marking you as he waited for the go ahead. "Move Brad, please." You whined, grinding down gently. 

He took that and ran with it, pulling out and slamming into you, over and over. Pure bliss took over and you arched your back. 

"Fuck baby, you're so tight- so wet, Jesus Christ." Rooster groaned, his voice was like a fucking angel, so beautiful. So fucking erotic. He pounded into you, eventually sitting up for a better angle, pulling your hips up off the bed and ramming. You couldn't speak, just moaning and whining in response to his rough thrusts; and then he leaned down to kiss you deeply. He was so good at this, at knowing what you needed. He took pleasure from you and gave it right back, grinding into you harder. "I'm close honey, need you to cum with me." He gasped, kissing down your neck. 

You nodded quickly, "Please Bradley, fuck I need you." He moved impossibly closer, and his spare hand snaked down to quickly rub at your clit. After seconds of this, your back arched and you gasped loudly- one that turned to a long moan as you came around his cock. He pounded into you another time as he came, grinding slowly into you- making sure you both got the most out of your twin orgasms. He fell to the side, panting. 

You both stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. He was the first to start laughing, and you followed with your own chorus of giggles, turning to kiss him gently. I guess some things never get old. Especially with Bradley Bradshaw. 

"So is that why they call you Rooster?"

Part Two: https://arianna-bradshaw.tumblr.com/post/688972764614361088/some-things-never-get-old-part-two

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

weird, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them

technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide

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“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”

His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.

“Er… yeah, I remember…”

“What?”

“Huh?”

You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.

Your best friend was an odd character.

You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”

Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.

It being sex.

Not romance.

You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.

“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”

“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”

He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.

“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”

You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.

“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”

You saw Seokjin choke on air.

He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.

“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”

Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”

Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.

“I-It’s not for me!”

“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”

Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”

You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.

“Just?”

He froze.

Silence.

“… Seokjin?”

You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.

Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.

Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.

You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.

“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”

You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.

“What do you mean?”

You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.

It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.

He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.

“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”

“How do you know that?”

You blinked at his question.

“What?”

Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”

Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.

“Uh…”

Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…

Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”

You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”

Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”

You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.

“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”

Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.

“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”

You removed your hand and held onto the rope.

Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.

“Call what?”

“Shi-something?”

“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”

Seokjin blinked very rapidly.

You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”

“Ah! Yeah! That!”

“You want that done to you?”

Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”

You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.

“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”

“Wait,” he blurted.

“What?”

“CanIpracticeonyou?”

“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.

“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”

-

“Seokjin.”

Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.

“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”

“I’ve never–” he wheezed.

“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”

“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”

You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.

“Ack…”

“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”

“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”

You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.

-

“Why do you have scissors?”

“For cutting the rope.”

“Yeah, but why are they so big?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”

You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.

“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.

“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.

You paused.

“I thought you were more sub.”

Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.

You waited.

He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.

“Um, anyway–”

You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.

“My nuts!”

“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”

Hang on.

You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.

“… You are still a sub.”

Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”

You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.

But were you going to?

No.

You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.

“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.

You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”

“You aren’t taking your rings off?”

He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”

He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.

Precarious.

“Ah, perfect.”

Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.

“Stop squirming.”

He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.

“Watch. Now.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.

“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”

“But I can still get out.”

You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!

“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”

Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.

Hang on.

Seokjin froze.

You froze.

You both looked down.

You smacked him in the cheek.

“Ow!”

“What are you looking there for?!”

“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”

“Nothing! Stop moving!”

“No!”

“You–”

You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.

“Yah!”

You slapped your free hand over his mouth.

“Silence.”

He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.

In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.

Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.

Your eye twitched.

“Stop it.”

Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.

“I said, stop it.”

And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?

You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.

Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.

You stilled.

Hold on a second.

You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.

Kim Seokjin.

Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.

You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”

But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.

Don’t stop?

DON’T STOP?

His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.

Your heart was racing fast.

He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.

“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”

You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.

“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”

You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.

Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”

“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”

He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.

A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.

Still.

You were horny.

And Seokjin was horny.

You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.

“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.

His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…

Now.

You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.

He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?

“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.

Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.

You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.

You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.

“What are you – yah!”

You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.

“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.

You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.

“F-Fuck!”

That shut him up real quick.

Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”

You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.

You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.

But.

You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.

Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.

“Take it off,” he growled.

Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.

At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?

Yeah, you.

“Oh, f… fucking shit…”

You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.

Seokjin moaned your name.

A shiver of electricity went up your spine.

Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.

You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.

“Whoa!”

You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.

“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”

Uh.

Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?

You hummed casually in response.

“A-Ah…!”

Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.

You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.

“Gah!”

Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.

You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.

Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.

What?

He was handsome!

You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.

“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”

You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”

His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.

“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”

But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.

“Ah, Seok–”

He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.

Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.

Whoa.

He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.

He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.

“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.

-

“Excuse me?”

There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.

“What?”

Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.

“Why are you – gah!”

You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”

You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.

Okay.

And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.

You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.

You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.

“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.

Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.

“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”

You began to rock your hips.

“H-Hey!”

The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”

“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.

Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.

“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.

His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.

You could be a real jerk right now.

His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.

But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.

You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.

“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”

You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.

He needed only one more little push.

“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.

A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.

You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.

“Okay.”

He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…

“Ah! Perfect.”

You cracked open one eye.

And tried not to burst out laughing.

“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.

Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”

“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”

He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.

“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”

He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.

Almost.

Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.

“W… What?” you managed to get out.

He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”

You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.

His cock twitched inside you.

Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.

“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”

You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.

You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.

Alright.

You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.

Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.

“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”

He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.

Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.

Holy shit.

You almost saw stars.

“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”

Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

-

“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.

“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”

“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”

“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”

-

Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?

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