#i like that they made him dorky he’s now the perfect man

[wylansvanhendriks]

live action prince eric you are soooo silly and i love you <3

[atarathegreat]

Wearing Their Glasses

ft: Rindou Haitani, Kazushi Yamagishi, Baji Keisuke, Hanma Shuji

Rindou never minded that you knew about his past, he felt that it brought the both of you closer, if anything. He understood that he was hard to readand hard to get along with, and maybe if you knew about his childhood and all the gang bullshit then you could work around who he was now. And for the most part you did. You rarely asked him questions since you knew he would answer them all no matter what mood he was in. He'd been honest about how many men he'd killed, how many hits he'd ordered, even let you go to work with him on days he felt would be calm. But this was crossing a line. "What the hell are you doing with those?" Rindou froze in his spot on the couch as you walked in, a pair of circular glasses perched on your nose. You looked cute in his old glasses, he'd give you that, but he also preferred that part of him stay hidden. Contacts kept him from looking like a nerd and he couldn't bear the idea that you might think he was cute in glasses. Especially those dorky ass wire rims. You smiled and poked them higher on the bridge of your nose, "Found them in the closet. Are they yours?" Of course they were his, and he knew that you were aware of that from the grin that curled your lips upward. The same grin he was glaring at as he slammed into you for another time, your soft giggles making him harder as he tried to forget how you teased him over the glasses. "Rinny, you look so cute." Another soft moan, another gentle touch that moved the glasses back to his nose. Why did he agree to put them on? He knew you would compliment him, and he knew he was a whiney bitch for your praise. Each panted breath and your words of so cute and can't believe you stopped wearin' glasses was sending his brain deeper into the fog. Rindou reached around you, his hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass to lift you with him as he kept burying his cock deeper and deeper. A blush dusted your cheeks, you were always so red by the time Rindou was done with you, and he wouldn't be done anytime soon if you didn't stop calling him cute.

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Each day was the same. Come in, handle business, leave. Kazushi wasn't anymore complicated than that. He didn't stay over, didn't pick up extra work and he never, never left his work unfinished. If someone else was dumb enough to slack off that was their fault and not Kazushi's problem to fix. Handling things had been made a little harder by the fact that he had left home in a rush that morning and forgotten his glasses, which also meant the drive home was a little slower than usual as well. Kazushi's vision wasn't impaired too badly, but he did like to see what the street signs said before he blew past them. Getting to his destination safely was something you had always jumped his ass for. "Bikes are dangerous, Kazushi!" And you'd throw your arms in the air, "If you don't slow down you could crash, or lose control and the end up smashed under some car tires!" You were a bit on the dramatic side to him. But, this was also the man who'd been riding bikes since he was in middle school, be it he was a passenger or the driver. "Babe, can you grab my glasses?" He called as he stacked his shoes by the door, "I left them this morning." The very last thing he expected, if it could even be on his list, was you trotting around the corner with what he wanted sat on your pretty face. "I wore them a bit today." Had you always looked at him with such big eyes? Kazushi didn't care to try and answer that question, not when your cries were so perfect from him folding you in half. Your breasts bounced in tandem with each of his thrusts as he fucked himself into you roughly. Kazushi chuckled as his glasses slipped down your nose, so he fixed them for you, "Keep these on, pretty girl, and keep those eyes open."

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"You must be really blind if you need glasses to study." You were making fun of him again as he glared at you over his glasses. The way you laughed was enough to make him take them off. Baji just wanted to get his work done the right way, that's the only reason you were there, to help him since he couldn't grasp the math. He knew he'd made a mistake going to college, especially once you managed to wrap him around your pinky finger so tightly he couldn't breathe. "I'm kidding, Baj!" You whined as he threw the glasses across his bed, only succeeding in making them fall between the wall and bed to hit the floor, "You didn't have to do all that." He cursed at the work in front of him. Baji really didn't want to do any of the fucking work, and he'd risk failing the class again if it wasn't for Chifuyu helping pay for the damn classes. "C'mere." When had you crawled onto his bed? You were bent on all fours with your hand stretched to reach for the lenses. The sight of your ass wiggling in the air as you struggled to grab what you were reaching for made his cock ache. And it certainly didn't help when you dropped them on your face and sat across from him. "Get over here." Baji tied his hair back, kicking the table to the side. "The math-" "Can fuckin' wait. I said come here." He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the sight of you riding him naked, but now he at least knew that it was ten times better when you had his glasses on. "So fuckin' gorgeous f'me." His hands dug into your hips as he made you grind on him, "Don't let those come off your nose, not even for a single fuckin' second." Baji was aware of the fact his voice alone was driving you crazy, he didn't have to reach down and pinch at your clit, but he wanted to watch those pretty eyes roll back into your empty head as his cock bullied your insides.

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Hanma didn't care to be subtle about what he wanted from you, even in public. You knew you were in for it if he was slipping the arms of his glasses over your ears, his slender fingers being extra careful as he tucked a strand of hair with them. Had you not worn that dress he liked oh-so much, you probably would've been fine. But no. You had to tempt him, had to want his attention that was undivided with everything Tokyo Manji was doing. "Look at you," He drawled, sounding more bored than anything as he lazily pumped only the head of his cock into your sex, "greedy little thing you are. So busy worrying about my dick and not enough about me." You had already fallen apart from his tip alone, your muscles clenching around him each time he moved into you in an attempt to make him want more. He did, and you knew he did from just how hard he was, how swollen he felt moving through your folds. A loud yelp sounded from you as he slapped your clit, "Open eyes, sweetheart, keep sucking me in and I might give you what you want."

[coff33andb00ks]

Carlos + 7,29 if you’re still taking reqs 🫣✨

"Well, this went horribly wrong..."/"Where did you get the flowers from?"

driver + number = drabble <3

warnings: charles gives stupid advice

ok I might maybe kinda sorta like writing for Carlos but 🤫 also definitely maybe have ideas to turn this into a longfic

In your first week with Ferrari, he was the second person you met. He was walking out as you were walking in, but he stopped to greet you and introduce himself.

In your second week with Ferrari, he was the third person you saw after getting to the motorhome. By then he knew your name and though he didn't seem excited to see you, he wasn't rude.

In your third week with Ferrari, your crush developed.

It was over the smallest, stupidest thing, which only made it worse. If anyone had told you that you'd be giggling and blushing because a man called you sunshine, you would have said they were insane and launched into all the reasons you didn't need a man to lift your spirits.

But there you were, cheeks warm and giggling behind your hand as Carlos smiled at you.

You've learned that he loves to make people laugh. Yes he's serious when he needs to be but he seems to thrive when there's laughter, when the people around him are happy.

After that he's casually called you mi sol, to the point that Charles has started to notice. Which only makes it a million times worse. Because Charles, when he's not yapping about his dog and his girlfriend, likes to interfere.

"You and Carlos get along," he says as you walk together to the garage. You've been with Ferrari for almost four months now, and Charles has become, kind of, a friend.

"Carlos gets along with everyone?" You're trying your best to act calm but when Charles laughs softly you know he can see your cheeks turning pink.

"Ah, I don't remember him calling me his sunshine," he sighs wistfully.

"You're too gloomy for that nickname," you say without thinking. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you wonder when you began to feel comfortable enough around Charles to say such a thing.

But he isn't insulted, he only laughs again. "If you want him to finally ask you out, make him jealous."

That stops you in your tracks. "Excuse me?"

Charles stops a few steps ahead and turns around. "Make him jealous."

"What makes you think I want him to ask me–"

He glances behind you, smiling. "Ah, Carlos!"

You squeak, whipping your head around to look behind yourself. When you do, Charles laughs again, and you turn back to see him smirking. "You're horrible."

"You like him," he teases.

Rolling your eyes, you continue walking. "What are you, twelve?!"

He hounds you all the way to the garage, and finally, if only to shut him up, you agree to try his idea of making Carlos jealous.

"This is so not gonna work," you mutter under your breath as you enter the hotel that evening, a bouquet of flowers clutched in your hand.

Charles's idea is "perfect" - perfectly stupid.

"Just tell him they're from an admirer."

As if Carlos will care. As if he's going to see you holding flowers and say–

"Ah, mi sol."

You blink and realize Carlos is stepping onto the elevator with you. Smiling, you shift the flowers in your grasp. "Hey Carlos."

He looks at you, then at the flowers, then takes out his phone.

You're so going to take the most unflattering pictures of Charles tomorrow.

"Where did you get the flowers from?" Carlos asks after ten seconds of silence.

"Oh! I, um." You swallow. "They're from, uh... I got them."

If there's a higher power, you pray that it'll take you from this earthly hell right now. Carlos is looking at you as if trying to decipher what you said, and the elevator is going up, and you're unfortunately not dreaming.

"I see that you got them." He puts his phone away, his brow furrowing a little. "Are you going on a date?"

"God no," you laugh weakly. And now you know you'll never be the femme fatale you wish you could be. You're doomed to spend your life as the awkward, dorky loser girl. Unable to meet his eyes, you sigh. "Well, this went horribly wrong..."

"What?" Carlos looks even more confused.

"I should never have listened to him. Of all the stupid ideas. It's like out of a bad movie isn't it? Get yourself flowers it'll make him jealous and then he'll make a move. I can't believe I actually did it, that I actually let myself think he was right–"

"Mi sol."

You groan. "I'm sorry."

"I'm confused," he says. "Who were you listening to?"

"Charles," you mumble.

And to add to your embarrassment, Carlos begins to laugh. He's still laughing when the elevator stops and the doors open.

"It's not that funny," you say.

"I'm sorry, mi sol," he says between giggles. He's giggling and it's as cute as it is mortifying. "Who are you trying to make jealous?"

"You," you blurt without thinking as you step off the elevator. You can't look at him, can't imagine what his expression is, but can hear his laughter die immediately as you walk quickly to your room. You're almost at the door when a large hand gently grasps your shoulder. You know it's him and want the floor to open up and swallow you as he turns you to face him.

"Me?" Carlos asks softly. When you nod, his eyes soften and you're staring into your morning espresso. "Why would you want to make me jealous, mi sol?"

"I don't, I..." You slowly breathe in, only for the air to leave in a shaky gasp as his hand lifts to sweep your hair from your cheek. "I want you to like me."

A smile that could melt Antarctica. "I have since the moment I first saw you."

[yummyuta]

teen spirit | l.m

♡ genre: smut - mdni! | slight angst | word count: 1,955

♡ pairing: ghost! mark lee x f. reader

♡ warnings: mentions of death, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, overstimulation

♡ summary: reader moves into an old apartment full of character but admist some strange and haunting occurrences she starts having vivid dreams about a boy named mark, who feels strikingly real.

♡ authors note: this story turned out a bit longer than i had anticipated, which is why it was released a little late, so my apologies for that. im really trying my best to stick to my schedule, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy reading!

octoberfest/kinktober masterlist

♡ song recommendation:

you shuddered, pulling your blanket closer having felt a chill in the air of your old apartment. you had moved in a few months ago seeking a fresh start after a rough breakup. the building with its peeling paint and creaky floors that groaned like weary bones captivated you. it was like every corner seemed to hold the weight of forgotten stories, and the air hummed with whispers that sent shivers down your spine.

you started to toss and turn in your sleep. this is the 3rd time this week that you have had a reccuring face show up in your dreams. he was a handsome man, with dark brown hair and eyes filled with so much light. he had a dorky smile and a comforting presence. you would meet up with him in hidden corners of your mind. wandering through moonlit parks, sharing secrets that felt too real to be mere fantasies.

days blurred into weeks, and the dreams of the mystery man grew increasingly vivid. each night, he felt more tangible, you would curl up in bed with him, as he touched and kissed you all over causing soft sighs to leave your mouth and echo off the walls. you would wake up in a cold sweat with an ache between your legs flustered and confused with what was happening.

on a cool evening, as you made your way to the laundry room down in the basement, you saw someone who looked vaguely familiar to you at the end of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall. his presence illuminating the dim space around him.

“hey,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting, a melody that sent a thrill through you. “i’ve seen you around. y/n right?"

your heart raced, a mixture of excitement and disbelief flooding your veins. “who's asking?", you responded cautiously.

"oh sorry, i'm mark funnily enough i used to live in your rental, but i moved to the floor below recently." he said, scratching the back of his neck.

you stood there chatting with him for a while as your nervousness dissapated. he helped you carry your laundry downstairs as you told him all about why you had moved in.

"its a bit creepy down here, isn't it? i swear this whole building might be haunted." you playfully said, throwing your clothes in the machine. mark stood frozen next to you for a few moments. you turned locking eyes with him, his pupils looked dilated in the dim light. "um mark..." you moved to touch his hand trying to bring his focus back to you. when you reached it it was ice cold, making you gasp. he snapped out of it, pulling his hand away from you. "sorry, you're right. i think i was a little freaked out just now." you quickly wrapped up what you were doing and invited him to your apartment for some hot chocolate, wanting to ease the tension and get to know the man of your literal dreams a bit more.

as months passed, you and mark grew inseparable. you didnt label your relationship but you definitely had feelings for one another. mark was like your saving grace. like clockwork he always showed up when you were having a bad day. things with him were easy in comparison to the daily stress that life has to offer. he made you forget about all your worries, and you felt like you he wouldnt judge you for anything.

time with him was even more perfect in real life than it was in your head. your evenings were filled with laughter, shared meals, and endless movie marathons. mark had a knack for finding the quirkiest films, often choosing horror flicks that made you jump and cling to him in mock terror.

“okay, next movie!” you said, turning to face him. mark leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against hers, sending sparks of electricity through you. he was always so cold, in comparison to his warm personality.

“how about that new horror film? you know, to really set the mood for this haunted place", he recommended.

“do you think you can handle it?” you teased, arching an eyebrow.

“please,” he grinned. “i’m not afraid of a little ghost.”

you laughed, the sound mingling with the rain tapping against the window. as the movie played, you found your body drawing closer to the man next to you. as a jump scare suddenly popped up on the screen, you nearly leaped into marks lap. your faces were so close together, there was a smell of mint wafting the air. his breathing causing goosebumps to form on your arms. "sorry... i got a bit startled" you managed to stutter out looking between his eyes and his lips.

"close your eyes" he whispered. you listened doing as you were told and felt his lips firmly press against yours. your head started spinning as your tongue slotted its way into his mouth, deepening the kiss. you positioned yourself on top of him, throwing your legs around his waist as the blanket you were sharing cascaded down to the floor. slowly, you began grinding, moving to the motion of your lips. mark began leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, causing you to throw your head back in ectasy. he reached his hands up, passed the hem of your shirt, brisk fingers digging into your waist and removing your top. you made quick work taking off the rest of your clothes before holding his hard cock in your hand and spreading it around your pussy.

it had been a while since you had last been physical with someone, and your legs were shaking in anticipation. once you felt ready, you sunk yourself down, meeting his hips. mark had his head placed on the arm rest of the couch, hand around his neck propping himself up to get a good look as you used his body for pleasure. you bounced on him steadily, using as much strength as you could to keep up a decent pace. both your hands placed on his pale chest, as your core clenched, and your moans got progressively louder. the walls of your apartment were thin, and you were certain you were pissing off your neighbors, but you didn't care. mark was glowing underneath you almost looking like an angel. sweat sticking to his forehead as he bit his lip trying to keep himself from fucking up into you.

you were getting close to your peak, riding him faster and harder. your thighs were on fire, as you grabbed his hand that was holding your waist, wrapping it around to play with your bundle of nerves. mark lazily grinned, impressed by your bold move to get yourself off. "my girl, let me see how beautiful you look when you cum." those words were enough to get you to release all over him. before you could come down from the high he quickly flipped you around, and began drilling into you at an unholy pace.

"mark...oh my fucking god" you choked out in sobs. it was like a flip had switched and he had turned into a completely different person. he was fucking you like it was the first and last time he would ever be able to do it. cherishing the way your walls clenched around him. watching as your tits bounced and eyes widened. the way your hands were gripping the cushions, he wanted nothing more than for you to touch him again.

he took your leg placing it over his shoulder and turning to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. that simple action made your stomach erupt in butterflies. he was a beast and a gentleman all at the same time. you could tell he was getting close as his hips began faltering. you looked deeply in his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of his skin surrounding you. he was still freezing despite the sheer amount of effort he was putting into getting you both to the edge.

"my boy, please" was all you needed to say and he painted your walls white. you saw stars for the second time pulling him into a desperate kiss. as you came down from your high, mark picked up the forgotten blanket from the floor bundling the two of you up. he kissed your forehead as your eyes began to close. "i have something to tell you" he said. "tell me in the morning" you responded with the sweetest smile before drifting off to sleep.

when you awoke, the room was eerily quiet, the credits rolling on the screen. confusion washed over you as you blinked into the dim light. the glow of the tv cast strange shadows, but mark was nowhere to be found.

“mark?” you called voice shaky, echoing in the stillness. silence responded, thick and oppressive.

you bolted upright, heart pounding. “he must have stepped out,” you reassured yourself, though a nagging doubt clawed at your insides. you waited, glancing at your phone, but there were no messages.

the minutes dragged on, stretching into what felt like an eternity. you found yourself slowly falling back into a slumber, hoping you would meet him again there.

the next morning, you awoke a sense of dread settled over you. you felt restless, as you wiped your eyes and they were wet. he didn't show up last night, and you couldn't feel him anymore almost like he never existed. how could he just leave? did you do something wrong? you were overwhelmed with a growing sense of loss, and you couldn't stand it. gathering your courage, you made your way to the landlord’s office.

“excuse me, do you have a moment?” you asked, stepping inside. the landlord, an old man with tired eyes and a graying beard, looked up from a cluttered desk.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he replied, adjusting his glasses.

“i was wondering if you knew anything about a boy named mark who used to live in the same unit as me but he said he moved to a different one. do you know which one by any chance?,” you asked.

the landlord’s expression shifted, the corners of his mouth tightening. “mark? now that isn't a name i've heard in a long time". he paused as if trying to choose his words carefully. "yes, he lived here…long ago.”

no, that couldn't be right. i mean, you never went to his place, but surely he wouldnt have lied to you...right? "what happened to him?” you pressed, a lump forming in her throat.

the landlord hesitated, his gaze distant. “he died in an accident. what a loss too, he was a sweet and talented individual."

you felt the world tilt on its axis, the weight of his words crashing down on you. mark hadn’t just been a figment of your imagination; he was a spirit, forever tied to this building. your heart ached as realization dawned upon you.

as you walked back to your apartment, the whispers in the walls felt louder now, almost comforting in their persistence. the building had never been just a place to live; it was a sanctuary for lost souls, including mark.

that night, as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, body feeling heavy with the knowledge of his absence, you spoke out whispering into the dark hoping somehow into the beyond he could hear you. “i’ll always remember you, mark."

a tear fell down your face, as you felt a strange warmth envelop you. as if the air itself was wrapping you in a gentle embrace. the shadows danced along the walls, and you closed her eyes, letting the bittersweet memories wash over you. though he might be gone, the connection you had shared transcended the boundaries of life and death, echoing through the haunted halls of your heart.

[arminsumi]

PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

Copyright @arminsumi don't steal.

[wcnderlnds]

──★ eye of the tiger / peter maximoff

short drabble in which peter takes you to karaoke. some slight swearing! requested by anon <3

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is a lil karaoke might cheer you up and help you forget all about that loser,” Peter chewed on his gum, the nonchalant expression on his face showing that he really did not know a single thing about heart break. He wasn’t trying to be insensitive— this just wasn’t his area of expertise. He had accepted his role of dorky best friend with excellent taste in music years ago. It was fine. It was totally fine.

“I doubt it but… we can go,” you wiped at your eyes with the tissues Peter had zoomed out mere seconds ago to grab for you.

That was all Peter needed to hear. Swiftly, he cradled the back of your head then in a thwip, you were standing outside the karaoke bar. It wasn’t your usual hang out. Arcades and diners were where you and Peter usually spent your time but he figured this time he had to pull out the big guns. If he had to flex his rarely used vocal cords to put a smile on his best pals face then so be it. Peter would do anything to make you feel better. He wouldn’t call himself an empath - in fact, he’d probably make fun of anyone who did - but when it came to you he was always in tune with how you felt. He led the way inside, holding the door open like the perfect gentleman. Nobody needed to know he accidentally closed it in the young man’s face that was walking in behind the two of you.

“Okay, you ready to see me blow everyone out of the water? Not to brag or anything but I’m pretty sure after this someone will be offering me a record deal. I’ll remember you when I’m touring with AC/DC.” Peter shot a wink your way, heading to the microphone.

You hadn’t even realised the drink that was on the table in front of you — Peter must have used that mutation of his to grab you one without realising. You cradled the glass in your hands as the familiar tone of ‘Eye of The Tiger’ sounded through the speakers. Peter instantly began to belt out the lyrics not even needing to look at the words; he knew them by heart, of course. In true Peter fashion, he made a show of it by adding in his own jumps and dramatic flairs. At one point you were sure he was about to split those damn leather pants of his but thankfully he ended the song without exposing his ass to everyone. He bowed to the crowd (consisting of you and maybe three other people) with obnoxious comments like ‘I’ll be here all night’ and ‘I charge ten dollars for an autograph’.

As much as you hated to admit it, he had brought a smile to your face. Your cheeks were even aching with how big you were smiling. It was almost like you hadn’t just gone through a break up. Peter’s arm was thrown over your shoulder, the cool material of his jacket against the skin of your neck making you shiver. His cheesy grin letting you know he was damn proud of himself. “So, what’d you think?”

“I think I’m lucky to have a best friend like you.”

“Don’t go getting all soft on me now. Might start thinking you’re fond of me.”

“I am,” you spoke softly, arms sliding into his open jacket to wrap around him. He was warm, soft. It was exactly what you needed. Peter hesitated for a moment, hands hovering in the air while he wondered what to do with them before he mumbled a ‘screw it’ and wrapped them around you, holding you tight against his chest.

Maybe one day he’d tell you this meant more to him than you knew but for now he’d take what he could.

[yurislotusgarden]

Wearing their clothes

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

ʚїɞ part 2

ʚїɞ format: headcanons

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 768 (Dazai - 273, Chuuya - 246, Ranpo - 249)

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, pet names: dazai calls you an angel, 'bella, pretty doll, reader's gender is not specified in any way

Dazai Osamu

There are 3 things that can kill this guy, and one of them is seeing you in his clothes.

Do you want this man to be even more clingy than he already is if it’s even possible? Goal achieved, really. Seeing you wear something even as simple as his coat just because he left it somewhere in the apartment will absolutely melt this man’s heart like others here, to be honest, but he will for sure be the most open about it. Talking about how:

“OH I’M IN HEAVEN” “I HAVE SEEN AN ANGEL ON EARTH” “I can truly die peacefully now ‘bella”

and much more while holding onto your waist while on his knees the whole time just because of a single piece of his clothing on you.

The first time he sees you in any piece of his clothing he would probably just stand there for a minute. Give him a moment please because there’s that warm feeling in his chest and he needs to process it.

After he gets through it tho? Good luck getting away because this man will not let go of you. Whether it’s a hug, cuddles, or anything else, you’re not leaving his arms unless you’re naturally really fucking strong. He may look like a stick but damn does his hold on you is strong.

And about him wearing your clothes? You can bet your life he will steal shit even if you close your closet with a hundred locks, it’s Dazai, there’s no sense in trying because he will get your clothes <3

“Do you want to try out anything else of mine ‘bella?”

Chuuya Nakahara

Unlike what most people in the PM think, Chuuya does not have his hat on 24/7, you, in fact, see him without it most of the time when in the house.

That fact made it easy for you to get his hat when he’s somewhere else in the house… or at least when you think so.

Listen, this man, this man, thoughts gone, just a dorky smile on his face. The moment he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror, thoughts gone just ‘what is this feeling?’ in his head for a moment. Chuuya ADORES seeing you in anything he owns, or the clothes he got you because there’s no way you’re dating him and don’t get gifted some clothes besides other things.

You found his hat in his bedroom while he was in the bathroom, you really meant to have just a quick look in the mirror to see how would you look in it, but you certainly did not realize that someone was behind you, leaning against the doorframe, just admiring your pretty figure.

You don’t realize he's standing there until you turn around, or he knocks on the doorframe to get your attention, either way, you will be embarrassed. Like hello he was not meant to see you in it, he wasn't meant to know you even wanted to try anything of his on, and yet here you are.

“What are you doing, pretty doll?” ← said while having that mf hot smirk on :)

Ranpo Edogawa

He knew, he knew and yet wasn't prepared enough. Ranpo very well knew that you want to try on his hat and cape, and as if to spite you, he made sure to not leave it just laying somewhere. 

He’s a little shit, but he’s our lovely little shit.

Until he decided he wants to see you in the set, after that realization, he simply left it on a chair in his room and left, giving you the perfect opportunity, well that’s what he wanted you to think, he didn't think it would backfire tho.

When he came into the room after you started looking in the mirror, my man simply FROZE. Like yea, he knew what you're gonna do, but actually seeing it? Ranpo.exe stopped working - for a solid minute.

After Ranpo starts working again, you can bet he’s not letting you take that off for some time, he probably asks you to wear it more often, around people and everything. He just wants to see you in that set because you look so adorable in that in his eyes<3

He will definitely keep you on his lap when in the agency, doesn't matter whether you work there or not, you will find yourself in that position so get ready for teasing from Dazai because you won't escape that. 

He won’t mind you stealing his clothes anytime, just don’t forget to give him some sweets in return alright?

“I did not expect this to backfire on me”

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated &lt;3

ʚїɞ I planned for each to be 100-150 to write more characters but look where I ended up so I decided to end on 3 only, please tell me who should I write in part 2 if anyone wants me to write it!

[nanamimizz]

tags: written for @prettyboykatsuki in mind. reader is gn, and is a rouge with a thief/street urchin background. marriage and discussion of children. takes place in act 3, spoilers for wyll’s personal quest. discussion of marriage. fluff.

synopsis: you overhear wyll bragging to the children. at first you think nothing of it until you hear him say somethings you weren’t privy to.

Wyll is good with children, a truth not doubted but known ever since you had met the fabled folk hero in the Emerald Grove. It’s something you hardly do not think of, if you don’t want to end up in some sort of frenzy of thoughts better left unsaid. At least for the chapter of life you two are currently in. Maybe, you think as you clutch the wishing acorn the love of your life had gifted you in the palm of your hand, maybe when all this is over you could discuss such things as a family with him. When Wyll is free of Mizora’s hands completely, when his father is safe from all plots and schemes and when the little friend in your head has been cast out - yes, you think, you would like to utter the words of a family to Wyll’s ever so kind ear.

Unlike you however, your intended is not as patient as you can hear him bragging to the tiefling children you have both met and saved in your travels to Baldur’s Gate. It makes you chuff, like a pleased tiger and shake your head oh so fondly as he utters tales of your adventures. As you draw near you can make out the words - he’s telling the tales of defeating the goblin camp leaders. The adventure feels like a lifetime ago but not the phantom ache of the knot on your head you sustained from Dror Ragzlin knocking you well and good on the head.

You hear one of the kids, Mattis with his shaggy dark hair and mischievous eyes that glitter like the gold he covets with his not-so-lucky rings.

“Looks like you don’t do much now, do you Blade of Frontiers?” Mattis mocks, snickering behind his red hand. Wyll laughs good-naturedly, letting the teasing roll off his back smoothly like water off a duck’s wing. It’s something you envy, how Wyll is never riled up by such empty words. Mattis pouts, petulant as he throws another half baked insult at the man.

“And what’s with you letting your allies take such a beating - first Karlach now this? Having a hard time picturing what good you are for Blade?” Wyll huffs a chuckle, a smug smile tugging at his full lips and you stare a little too deeply at how white his teeth are in the afternoon sun.

“Things are different now you see - I have another story for you…” Wyll continues on with the tale of where you fought off Roah Moonglow, a Zhentarim trader who stole all the gold in the common’s people’s coffers; there had been a fatal mistake that you had made and Wyll had saved you at the perfect time. Even had a second to spare to throw in a witty comeback and a brilliant smile your way before the fight continued. Mattis’s face scowled as even he had to admit that the story succeeded in making the Blade appear just as cool as you and Karlach.

If barely.

“So what’s different now? Did you finally know how to hold your own in a fight?” Mattis pouts, conceding that maybe the Blade of Frontiers was more cool than dorky. Wyll grins, brilliant teeth on display at the apple of his cheeks raised.

“I’m their husband now. No one can ever hurt them while I’m around.”

Scratch that. The Blade of Frontiers will forever be corny in the eyes of these tiefling children for as long as you and Karlach live - they even think that know-it-all wizard that hangs around you is cool by default. The children all gag, making their sounds of disgust with Mattis being the loudest of them all. They are quick to disperse, going off to do what children do best in the times they live in and you approach Wyll as they leave.

“Calling yourself my husband now are we? It’s been less than a tenday since you asked me to be yours. Unless we’ve had a ceremony within the same amount of time - I think it’s a little too soon to call you such a revered title.”

Wyll jumps at the sound of your voice, your quiet steps always managing to go under his senses. It makes you laugh a little, how the smallest testaments of your background manage to slip past the hero’s defenses. You watch with adoring eyes as Wyll flushes with a warmth that makes him shine in the daylight as he brings a hand to rub at the back of his neck from embarrassment.

“Please - don’t tell me you heard all of that?”

“Oh yes I did. Every word in fact.”

Wyll hisses in embarrassment, and even then he doesn’t hesitate to look back into your eyes when you gently run your hand on his arm.

“Do you mean that - that nothing can hurt me while you are with me?” You ask your voice soft with tentativeness. He softens, gaze going from embarrassment to an eager honesty simmered with so much affection you neve once thought you would be looked at with. Wyll is a smart man, perspective and he knows what it is you ask - the battles that you have yet to face but will have to as fate decrees; its golden thread dictating every action and word that is to be spoken.

Wyll takes the hand on his arm into his and gazes at you, the brown of his eyes turning golden under the warmth of his words.

“Yes, truly. I may be the Blade of Frontiers sworn to protect the Sword Coast but,” he pauses to lick his lips as if tasting the sweetness of his confession before uttering it to you, “I am first and foremost a blade sworn to you. So whenever our enemies are drawn near, don’t hesitate to point me their way.”

The devotion is heavy in each word spoken, something you had never been witness to - loyalty and devotion only gets you killed in the streets. So it takes you a moment to collect yourself, to pick yourself off the floor from the weight of the goodness Wyll holds for you. You swallow before speaking, your voice thick.

“You already asked me to marry you - you don’t need to lay it on thick.” You say, trying to deflect but Wyll only smiles, eyes fond and gently as he lets his thumb caress the top of your hand.

“I know, I can’t help but be sweet to you. And I swear to the Helm I’ll live up to my word everyday.”

You smile, lacing your fingers with his.

“I’ll hold it to you Lord Ravengard.”

“I hope to exceed all expectations.” His smile is smig but his words are warm - lovinging and truthful. Just as Wyll always is.

[penny00dreadful]

Folie à Deux - Complete

For @psychocatnerd

Rating: Explicit

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

For the second time in recent memory, Eddie awoke in Steve’s bed with a body pressed up against him.

A body that was missing boobies, this time.

But while having a body wrapped up in his arms was good, great even, there was something about it that was less good and great.

And that was the hair in his mouth.

Curly hair sticking on his tongue and scratching at his nose. Long curly hair that Steve definitely didn’t have.

Opening his eyes, Eddie was met with the sight of a bird's nest of dark brown curly hair staring him in the face.

He took a moment to stare.

No fucking way.

With absolutely no grace and no forethought, he shot upwards, sitting bolt upright while his own body groaned and pouted below him.

Eddie had a short moment of complete delirium where he was all but convinced he was dead. Or astral projecting or something. He was staring down at his own body below him, his heart pounding away in his chest before his brain knocked the sleep fully out and he came back down to earth.

Metaphorically speaking.

Because he was very much alive and very much not astral projecting. Instead he was going through the slightly, only slightly more normal (at least to him) situation of being kicked out of his own body again and landing into the body of his… boyfriend?

Was Steve his boyfriend now?

Or did they have to go through the whole song and dance of, like, dates and coy hand-holding and shit before they made it official?

Like movies and picnics and shit?

Okay, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

“Stevie.” Eddie muttered, shaking Steve’s shoulder and nearly catching a flying hand to the face when Steve tried to bat him away.

“Steeeeevieee.” Eddie drew out, shaking him a little more insistently, just to be a shithead about it. 

“What?” Steve huffed, not opening his own eyes and almost melting back into the bed the second he’d gotten the word out.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” Eddie asked and then tacked onto the end, “Oh, by the way, we’ve switched again.”

Steve frowned, slowly blinking and turned his head ever so slightly to look at Eddie. 

Eddie shot him what he hoped was Steve’s goofy little crooked grin and his dorky finger wave.

The downturned corners of Steve’s mouth and his flat unimpressed stare would have sent a weaker man scampering.

“Perfect. Just fucking perfect.” Steve grumbled as he heaved himself upwards, his hair, or rather Eddie’s hair, sticking up in all different directions, looking like he wanted to have a word with the universe's manager.

Eddie cooed at him, pinching his cheek and only grinned wider when Steve slapped his hand away lightly but still wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s hand and holding on tight. 

Eddie’s heart was rioting again but it wasn’t because of panic this time. 

“Is this what it’s going to be like forever now?” Steve sighed. “Switching bodies whenever we sleep?”

Eddie shrugged, brushing some of Steve’s hair behind his ear. “I don’t know, sweetheart.” Eddie gave him honesty, what else could he do? “But we’ll figure it out.”

Steve nodded, squeezing his fingers but stayed silent..

After a moment of quiet, Eddie spoke up because he had no impulse control and quiet was his enemy.

“So.” Eddie said, with an air of nonchalance.

Steve looked up from their tangled fingers. “So?”

“Do you want to?”

Steve’s eyebrows creased again but with more incredulity than irritation this time.

“Do I want to what?” He trailed his eyes down the body sitting in front of him, the body Eddie was currently residing in. “Did I not wear you out enough last night? And wouldn’t it be weird?”

Eddie grinned at him, a little surprised but also… kinda curious now.

“What I meant was ‘do you want to be my boyfriend?’ But also…” he tilted his head from side to side. “I’m not exactly opposed to the idea of fucking around like this.” 

“Well- I… Yes, obviously we’re boyfriends now. But, baby.” Steve muttered, apparently trying to seem bewildered, like it was what he was supposed to be feeling but there was a question in his eyes.

A question for himself or for Eddie, he didn’t know.

“What?” Eddie asked, all innocence and naivety. “If you think about it and we are stuck switching back and forth every second day…” he turned his eyebrows up, giving what he hoped was a devastatingly adorable puppy dog look, “do you only want to kiss me every second day?”

Steve scoffed. “Isn’t it like… wrong?”

“I don’t know if it’s ever happened before to be considered wrong.” Eddie scooted himself a little closer to Steve. “But we’re both consenting adults, y’know, if you wanna. No pressure. And it’s not like we’re hurting anyone else doing it.”

“I-” Steve hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip, apprehensive like he was expecting Eddie to jump down his throat. “I am… curious, I guess.” 

Eddie grinned at him, soft and sweet and Jesus Christ if he hadn’t already received confirmation that they were like, official now, he’d probably be on his knees just begging this boy to take a chance on him. 

“C’mere.” 

He gave Steve’s hand a light tug, pulling him just that little bit closer until he could pull Steve’s legs over his.

He stared into his own big brown eyes, took in his own lips and his own hair, his own neck and pale skin and tattoos while Steve did the same, looking over his own face while Eddie was on the inside, taking it all in.

“You lead.” Eddie said to him quietly, running his hands up and down Steve’s arms. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, we won’t go farther than that.”

Steve gave him a small smile, warm and fond and loving, raising a hand to cup his cheek.

“I know.”

He curled his fingers around Eddie’s neck, pulling him close.

The earth didn’t explode when their lips met, neither did their bodies. The Upside-Down didn’t come crawling into Steve’s bedroom and they didn’t feel anything catastrophically shift inside of them.

It was just a kiss.

If any kind of kiss with Steve Harrington could be called just a kiss.

And the thing was… neither Steve nor Eddie were particularly coy about the fact that they liked the way they looked. Eddie had admitted to himself long ago that he was cute, hot even, in a feral raccoon type of way and Steve had a habit of pausing in front of most reflective surfaces to primp a little and so like…

Was it weird to be into kissing himself?

Eddie didn’t know but if it was, who cared?

Like he said to Steve, he wasn’t hurting anyone else and anyway, weird was like, his thing, right?

Steve seemed to feel the same, if the tongue slipping into his mouth and the slow push to settle Eddie down onto his back was anything to go by.

Eddie ran his hands up over Steve’s bony sides, feeling the bump of his ribs under his fingers, trailing his fingers down his back, down the knobbly spine there and eventually gripped onto the sharp hip bones below, wondering just how far Steve was willing to go because Eddie was willing to go quite far.

He’d never had a pierced dick in his mouth, after all.

Eddie tangled his hands in Steve’s hair, his hair really, tightening his fingers and pulling the way he himself loved, but he was curious now, about whether that particular love would translate over with the swapping.

The sound Steve let out was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, just as delicious in Eddie’s voice as it was in Steve’s.

Because again, even through all of this, even through making out with his own body and really kind-of hoping he’d get to suck his own dick, it was only really Eddie shaped. He could still see Steve inside. 

Could still see him in his movements and smiles and little breathy exhales as Eddie ground his hips up, a little experimentally, pausing to see if Steve stopped him.

But Steve was just as eager, pushing his own hips back down to rub the two of them together, hard and wanting.

He separated from Eddie with a little pant, looking down at him, Eddie’s own flushed pink cheeks and wet mouth hovering above.

Steve trailed his eyes around, no doubt still able to see Eddie inside the golden tan skin and hazel eyes.

“This is weird, right?” Steve asked again, but the more he said it, the less bothered he seemed to be by it.

“I want to suck my dick.” 

Impulse control? Who is she? Never met her. 

Steve’s eyes went wide and his once pink cheeks lit up red. Then, with a shaky little laugh, he pressed his forehead down into Eddie’s collarbone.

“You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“Well I sure hope not.” Eddie quipped, stroking the back of Steve’s head as much as he could through the tangled wiry curls. Damn, they were gonna need to swap hair care routines if this kept up.  “But what a way to go, right? Here lies Steve Harrington, killed by Eddie’s incredible dick sucking skills.”

“It would be your body in the ground. Here lies Eddie Munson, killed by sucking his own dick.”

“That doesn’t sound as cool.” Eddie pouted, trying to wiggle his way down lower which wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be. He was in Steve’s body, full of jock strength and Eddie’s body on top of him was like a twig, regardless of his apparent hidden muscle and the strength Steve had explored the day before yesterday.

“Can I?” He asked, using that lovely jock strength to roll them over so he was on top, continuing to squirm his way down Steve’s body, biting down hard on his hip bone.

Steve yelped and his hips jerked.

“Yeah, fuck, yes, go ahead.” He panted. “If I ever say ‘no’ to you sucking my dick, that’s how you’ll know I’m a pod-person.”

Eddie grinned up at him, sharp and hungry.

“Duly noted, Mr. Harrington, sir.” He said with a silly little mock salute but the way Steve’s eyes darkened and intensified at his words, oh boy.

They’d definitely have to explore that later. 

Eddie couldn’t deny he liked having strength on his side. He had just gotten his hands inside the waistband of the boxers Steve woke up wearing before he had the thought that… fuck it, they were his own boxers.

Right?

So without preamble, he removed his hands from the waistband and stuck his fingers into the little penis flap, whatever it was called, gripped it tight and ripped. 

The boxers split ragged and loud down the middle, leaving Steve with just the waistband around his hips and his legs still enclosed but that was okay. Eddie had gotten to his goal.

“What the fuck, Eds?” Steve breathed, shock and outrage swallowed up by the air being punched out of him, his mouth hanging open and his chest heaving. 

Eddie smirked up at him, “I’m eager.” He said, before diving right in. 

He caught his piercing in between his teeth and gave it a light tug before opening his jaw wide and sinking down as much as he could, which wasn’t as much as he usually could.

Shit, he was big. 

Not to brag but like… he was big.

But Eddie was a pro, he was determined and while Steve’s hands flew to his hair and his back bowed and Eddie gagged, he refused to give in, working himself back and forth until he could take more and more.

Once he’d gotten more comfortable he pressed Steve’s hand down harder on the back of his head, looking up at him through his lashes.

Steve in turn was looking down at him like he’d just seen a supernova or some shit. Like Eddie was wondrous and magical and well fuck if that didn’t give Eddie one hell of an ego boost.

Because who doesn’t want to be looked like that while trying to suck the soul out of the dick in their mouth?

It made pop rocks fizzle up in his gut and he redoubled his efforts, encouraging Steve to use his mouth as he saw fit, which he did.

Eddie couldn’t deny it was a little strange to glance up and see his own face staring back down at him, flushed and twisted in pleasure but it wasn’t a bad strange. 

Steve slammed his hips up, cock hitting the back of Eddie’s throat and despite Steve’s initial hesitation about how weird it might be, he was certainly going at it with full enthusiasm now.

Eddie allowed his eyes to slip closed, keeping himself loose and pliable and let Steve use him until his whole body went stiff and he crushed Eddie’s nose against his pelvis, spilling down his throat. 

He swallowed down as much as he could, letting Steve’s softening cock slip from his mouth and resting his head on Steve’s thigh with a contented sigh, despite his own raging hard on.

There was a light tug against his scalp and when he looked up, seeing Steve behind his own eyes with a soft smile on his face, he blushed. 

Blushed.

Like some teenage school boy.

“Come up here.”

Eddie complied, soft and syrupy, collapsing down next to Steve and scrunching up his nose as Steve laved kisses all over his face. 

“My turn.” Steve whispered to him.

Eddie lolled his head around as Steve started to kiss his way down his body. 

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” He said, latching onto one of Eddie’s nipples and sucking, sending a zing of arousal through his body and coaxing a moan from his throat. “I want to.”

“Shit.” Eddie breathed as Steve pulled off. “Go right ahead then, sweetheart.”

Steve stuck his tongue out, his face scrunched up. “The chest hair might be a problem.” He scraped his arm over his tongue, trying to remove a phantom hair. “Might have to shave it off.”

Eddie shot up, scandalised and nearly headbutted Steve.

“Don’t you dare!”

Steve rolled his eyes with a little smile, planting a hand on Eddie’s chest and pushing him back down. “Alright, alright, keep your hair on.”

As soon as Eddie’s back hit the mattress, Steve had his boxers whipped off and dove down with just as much gusto as Eddie had.

The warm, wet heat enveloping him was nearly enough to send him over the edge already, as keyed up as he was just from how unusual and forbidden everything was.

He knew that any hope of him lasting any longer than a few sucks was gone when he looked down and saw his own plump lips wrapped around Steve’s cock, his own big brown eyes looking up at him and when Steve pulled his lips back to scrape his teeth ever so lightly along him, adding just a tiny bit of pain with the pleasure, Eddie was lost.

He came hot and heavy down Steve’s throat, melting back down into the bedsheets panting and so, so content.

Steve crawled his way back up to Eddie, cuddling into his side and they both just lay there for a moment, blissed out and coming down.

“That was-” Steve started but was cut off by the shrill ringing of the phone on his bedside table.

Eddie groaned and curled into Steve’s side.

“Make it shut up.”

Steve just snickered. “You gotta answer it, baby.”

“Me? Why me?”

Steve nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s throat.

“You have my voice.”

Eddie huffed. “This is not the princess treatment I was promised by all those rumours about your charm in school.”

“You want me to treat you good, princess?” Steve hummed into his skin, pushing closer. “Then you have to be good.”

Woah, okay. 

Eddie was not going to examine what was happening in his brain right now. He was going to straight up ignore it. Yep. Put it out of his mind completely and not think of it anymore. 

Until later.

But for now, he tried to shove down the blush to his cheeks, ignoring Steve’s delighted little smile and reached over to pluck the ringing phone from its cradle.

“Hello?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“Steve? Is that you?”

That was Will’s voice.

Eddie wondered for a moment why Will would be even questioning who else could be answering Steve’s phone in Steve’s house.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s me kiddo.” 

Oh, wait. Oh, shit!

“I mean, uh, you’re through to the Harringtons. Steve speaking.” Eddie recited, remembering far too late how Steve usually answered the phone.

Steve hid his face in the pillow, trying to muffle his laughter.

“Um… Are you feeling alright… Steve?” Will didn’t seem to be buying the truly pathetic and half assed imitation of Steve that Eddie was trying desperately to pull off, but maybe he could try to act like he was hungover or something.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good, man. I’m good. What can I do for you baby Byers?”

Will didn’t answer right away and Eddie could practically see him weighing his choices about whether to keep pressing or get to what he was calling about.

Eventually there was a sigh at the other end of the line.

“Have you heard from El?”

“El?” Eddie looked around to catch Steve’s eye. “Have I heard from El?” He repeated.

Concern flashed through Steve’s eyes and his eyebrows creased together as he shook his head.

“No. I haven’t. Is everything okay? What’s going on?”

“She’s… I don’t know. I woke up this morning and she wasn’t here. I think she left at some point last night, I don’t know where she is. She’s been feeling weird for a couple of days-”

“El’s missing?” Eddie said, alarmed, turning his wide eyes on Steve who practically shot out of bed and began to throw on any clothes within reach.

“Yeah, I mean-” Will hesitated “- I don’t know. I know she can take care of herself but it's like… I’m confused because it doesn’t- something’s telling me she’s not in danger. She doesn’t feel like she’s in danger.”

Eddie chewed on his lip. “Okay. Look, we’ll figure it out, we’ll get her back. We just have to-”

He clamped his mouth shut when he heard the front door downstairs slam open.

His eyes met Steve’s and in less than a second Steve was out the door with a baseball bat in his hand that Eddie hadn’t even seen him pick up.

“What was that?” Will asked, a little panicked through the phone.

“I- shit I don’t know. Stay there, I’m gonna check and move to the phone downstairs.”

Before Will had the chance to respond, Eddie placed the phone down next to the cradle and threw on any clothes within reach, practically tripping himself as he ran down the hallway.

The front door was now closed and standing in front of it was Steve, bent at the waist a little to match the height of none other than El, who was standing almost nose to nose with him, staring deep and terrifyingly intense into his eyes.

Neither of them flinched as Eddie made his way down the stairs and he approached as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb whatever the fuck kind of psychic shit was no doubt going right now.

After another moment where Eddie was hovering awkwardly in the background, Steve straightened up and El stepped back with a small smile.

When she turned her eyes on him, he tried to shoot her a smile but it definitely came out a little more nervous than he would have liked.

“Did you feel a disturbance in the force, Supergirl?” He asked.

“I did.” She answered back with a little nod. 

“Oh.” Eddie blinked at her and then, “Will! Shit!”

He turned on his heel and ran into the kitchen, nearly tossing the handset of the phone across the room in his haste to get to it.

“Will.”

“Jesus Christ.” Will sighed, half exasperated, half relieved. “Don’t shout my ear off, I thought you’d been eaten by something.”

“Thankfully not, baby Byers. But your sister just arrived. That was her blowing the door off its hinges.”

“She’s there?” Will sounded like he was about to cry. “Can I talk to her?”

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”

He turned to shout for El and Steve but nearly jumped out of his skin when El was standing directly behind him, looking up at him expectantly.

“Jesus fuck.” Eddie clutched a hand to his chest and El smiled. 

He held the phone out to her. “Your brother.”

“Thank you.” She took it from him and brought it to her ear. “Hello Will.”

Eddie retreated as Will’s volume began to slowly climb through relief and anger and panic and then back to relief again.

He found Steve leaning up against the wall in the sitting room, clearly waiting for them to come back out.

“She knows.” He muttered when Eddie sidled up next to him, leaning as well. Probably a little too close but he didn’t care right now.

“She knows?”

“About the swapping.” Steve clarified, keeping his voice low like there were other people around them. “She’d been feeling something the other day. It went away, probably when we’d swapped back but it started up again in the middle of the night and she panicked. Drove straight here.”

“Could have left a note so she didn’t scare the shit out of her brother.”

“I did leave a note.”

Eddie nearly jumped into Steve’s arms like Scooby Doo.

“Supergirl.” Eddie panted, trying to get his heartbeat back under control. “You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

El just smiled at him, sweet and innocent. “It’s fun.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, resting his forehead on Steve’s shoulder while Steve snorted at her, ruffling her hair.

“Have you eaten yet, Ellie?”

El shook her head and her eyes went wide, almost pleading as she asked, quiet and hopeful “Grilled cheese?”

Steve smiled at her, a smile that was so Steve, all warm and crooked and parental even on Eddie’s face it made Eddie's heart flutter.

“Sure, I’ll make you grilled cheese.”

It wasn’t until all their bellies were full, that El dropped the bomb on them.

“I think I can switch you back.”

Both Steve and Eddie gaped at her from across the kitchen counter, their shoulders brushing as they stood side by side.

“Like… permanently?”

El looked in between the two of them for a long and tense moment, her eyes going a little unfocused before she blinked the back.

“I’m not sure. But I could stabilise you. Stop you switching every night.”

Steve and Eddie glanced at each other, Eddie reading the same thoughts in Steve’s eyes as Eddie had in his head.

It would be nice to not have to plan their whole life around waking up in someone else’s body the next day but at the same time…

There were a lot of sexy possibilities.

“How would that work?” Steve asked, leaning forward on his palms a little. “Like if we’re stabilised, what…” his cheeks pinked up a little bit. “What could… destabilise us?”

El hummed, either not catching or not caring about the way they were acting.

“I’m not sure. Maybe high stress? If you’re both under a lot of stress at the same time? Heightened emotions? It could just be if you two think about it really hard. It’s difficult to say. I haven’t really come across a situation like this before.”

“Okay.” Eddie nodded, tossing possibilities back and forth in his mind. “And say if we were to…” he waved his hand around, ignoring the scandalised look Steve was shooting at him as if Eddie was about to spill their dirty secrets to her. “… experiment. You know, try to trigger it to figure out what causes it, would we be stuck that way again and have to get you to re-stabilise us?”

Honestly, if they had to drag El into it every time he and Steve decided to get freaky, they’d probably never do it. Which was a bit of a bummer, but they didn’t want to scar the kid. Even if she wasn’t a kid anymore.

“No. I don’t think so. I think once you empty your minds simultaneously, relax your bodies at the same time, you’ll go back to your stabilised state.”

“Oh. So that’s why it’s been happening while we sleep?” Steve asked.

El nodded, cocking her head to the side, her gaze burning into them. Her face was placid and calm but it was also terrifying. Eddie felt like she was looking into his very soul, seeing all of him.

He really hoped she couldn’t.

They glanced at each other again, coming to a silent and agreed upon consensus.

“Okay.” Eddie said, looking back at El.

Steve shifted just a little closer to him, firm in their conviction. “Stabilise us.”

Regardless of how things went from now on, regardless of whether they stayed in their own bodies forever or figured out the magic words to switch whenever they chose to, regardless of all that, when Steve reached out to take Eddie’s hand, holding on tight where El could see, Eddie knew, regardless of everything else…

He had Steve forever. 

And that was more than enough.

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A Fresh Start [9]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: a bit of a longer one, sorry if that’s not your forte, reader has nightmares involving being attacked, traumatic past, scar, fake name mentioned

Word Count: 6,275

Summary: When   you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a  Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child.    However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous   night,  you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a  far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community  turned  out to be  exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you  fall more  and more in love with your new life, but when  your past rears  its ugly  head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant  for everyone.

Ch. #09: BUIR, GROGU, MA

Chapter Summary: ‘There is no one else, there will be no one else, it’s only you’.

     “Have you ever noticed how  

     wanting  

     burns you up  

     from the inside out?  

     Like one moment I am whole,  

     but then I hear  

     your voice on the phone  

     and I swear to God  

     three blocks away from here  

     they can smell smoke.”  

 As if you hadn’t already felt at home with Grogu and Mando, by the end of the month you couldn’t fathom how you once lived without them. The places you’ve lived prior— Coruscant before and after the incident, Tatooine where you chose to hide— you realized now you’d hadn’t truly been living. Even at your prime, a young recently out of training physician with the world at her fingertips, there had been a hole. You spent so much time busy, trying to reach your goals, that you let other aspects slips away. You didn’t regret the work you put in, you didn’t regret being independent, but you didn’t know a home could feel so… perfect. And, that’s what your life in Nevarro was. It was perfect.

 Grogu was thriving in school. Every day he seemed to know a new word in Basic and he had made so many friends. The routine of your life would look repetitive to someone on the outside looking in, but by the Maker did you adore every second of it. Mando had permanently decided to change the time he went into work. He assured you it had nothing to do with not trusting you and him just wanting to be there for Grogu. So, every week day morning the two of you would walk Grogu to school and then you’d walk Mando to work.

 And Mando was…

 You loved Grogu. Arguably to a fault. You weren’t sure how the ‘nanny rules of professionalism’ worked but growing so attached to the child in your care had to be frowned upon in some way. Crushing on the child’s father was also hugely frowned upon you’d guess, but it hadn’t stopped you. Mando was… Mando.

 It was hard to put it into words, or maybe you were just too scared to try, but something about him spoke to your soul. Before coming to Nevarro, you had never put much thought or faith into soulmates. Even now the idea made you marginally cringe with how cheesy and dorky you sounded, but it was possibly the simplest explanation. There was something about the make up of your cells and atoms that just called to him. You felt better in his presence. Happier. Safer. Cared for. Seen. Mando listened when you spoke, truly listened, and he seemed to remember every detail you offered him. Food preferences, favorites, old memories, fun facts. The heavy beskar seemed to soak up every detail and though he may not have been a man of many words, he was a man of action.  Mando didn’t hesitate to show you how much he appreciated you, and with every kind action you were falling harder and harder.

 You had it bad.

 Nima teased you relentlessly about him, and you constantly reminded her that this was as far as it could go. A simple crush. A longing. At the end of the day, though your feelings had evolved, he was still your boss. Mando was paying you to watch Grogu, paying you to live in his home, paying you to be present. The fact that he was willing to cross that line and be friends was blessing enough. You couldn’t push any further and risk ruining what you had. If you lost Grogu and Mando because you were too stupid to swallow your emotions you’d never forgive yourself.

 It was a fact you constantly had to remind yourself of.

 “Why would you come hang out with me only to sit there and daydream about the Marshal?” Nima complained. You glanced her way to see her wearing a comical pout.

 “I am not— ” You began, but Nima stared you down with a knowing look. You shifted in your seat and moved on from the flimsy excuse. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

 Nima was seated on the floor working on some kind of engine looking machine while you sat a few feet away on a crate. She shrugged. “Yeah, but you were supposed to keep me entertained while I work.”

 “Well, sorry to disappoint.” You rose from your seat as you noted the time. “You’re really gonna pout now since I have to go.”

 “What, why??” Nima asked. You pointed to the large clock on the garage wall that indicated it was nearly 3PM. She startled. “Oh kriff, Peli is gonna kill me. I was supposed to have this done half an hour ago!”

 You laughed at her panic and tossed her a half hearted goodbye before walking out of the garage. Mando was able to walk Grogu to school everyday with you, but you were primarily in charge of pick up since he couldn’t always get off of work for that. Rarely ever.  

 As you waited for the kids to get out, you casually held conversation with the other parents standing near you. You had gotten to know a few pretty well. Especially the ones who Grogu had befriended their kid. Another person you had gotten to know was Grogu’s teacher. Ms. Wynn was sunshine personified and you assumed that helped in her role as teacher to a class of rowdy, small children. Grogu loved her and when she asked for volunteers around class or with extra work you stepped up. Partly to be more involved with anything surrounding Grogu, and also because you sure as hell had the time.

 Ms. Wynn stepped out to release the class and you drifted closer to say hello to her while also picking up Grogu. Grogu, realizing you were coming closer to do so, didn’t bother checking with his teacher and instead leapt toward you as soon as you were close enough. You pulled him into a tight hug that he returned with gusto.

 “How was school, baby?” You cooed.

 “Fun! Play with Poe!” Grogu chirped. Poe was his favorite friend in school. You had the little boy over for play dates a few weekends alongside his parents.

 “Good.” You peppered light kisses to his face to make him squirm and giggle at the onslaught. Ms. Wynn stepped closer and greeted you. “Hey! How’re you?”

 She chuckled. “I’m doing well thank you for asking.” Ms. Wynn raised an eyebrow at Grogu. “Grogu, what are the rules about leaving the line? You’re supposed to check with me first, aren’t you?”

 Grogu nodded. “Sorry.”

 He still had a hard time pronouncing the letter ‘R’ which had the word come out sounding like ‘W’s but he was improving. Though he apologized, nothing about the way he bounced in your arms was apologetic.

 “That’s probably more my fault.” You winced. “My bad.”

 “It happens.” She shrugged. “There’s a little activity I put in his bag for him to do. We’re discussing families so I asked the kids to draw their own families.” Ms. Wynn tickled his belly. “Grogu told us all about his Uncle Boba and Aunt Fennec.”

 Those were names you vaguely recognized when Mando pointed out the figures in Grogu’s drawings. Maybe you’d ask for more detail tonight and where they were specifically. The two of you said goodbye to Ms. Wynn and you began to walk away from the school.

 “Hmm, I’m thinking that a good boy like you deserves a treat.” You hummed and his ears perked up. “Wanna stop for some ice cream?”

 “ ‘lek! ‘lek! Please!” Grogu went ecstatic in your arms as he tried to crawl out of your grip to beat you to the small shop you’d have to pass on your way home. You sighed contentedly and didn’t bother trying to mask the wide grin on your features.

 Din Djarin was happy. More than happy, he was at peace. He spent so much of his life traveling alone, keeping to himself, and trying not to want for more. He had been so focused on earning credits from bounties to pass along to the Armorer as offering to the foundlings at the covert that he didn’t let any other want or need enter his mind. It wasn’t until Grogu came into his life that he began to realize how much he wanted a family. He was tired of being alone. His earliest memories were of his parents. Flashes of a life on Aq Vetina before the world around him crumbled to ash. Memories of his mother holding him, singing him to sleep, and of his father playing with him, holding him on his shoulders so he could reach the sky. That’s what Din wanted more than anything. That was the deep secret he had buried years and years ago and refused to think about.

 When Grogu became his, Din had let himself dream of a better life. That better life didn’t involve anything further than being a father though. Realistically, he couldn’t imagine finding anything more. Being Grogu’s father was already more than he deserved⏤ Din thought it foolish to think he’d want for anything else. He was settled. Content. Then, as if to specifically prove him wrong, the universe led you into the station that first day with Nima.

 Din had no idea, no way of knowing, how important you would grow to be to him. With every single day that passed, every single moment, he found the roots of your presence twisting deeper and deeper into his soul⏤ twisting into every aspect of him. Suddenly, Din didn’t want some vague white picket fence life. No, he wanted you. The Maker could appear before him and offer him the galaxy on a platter, the supposed picture perfect life, but if it didn’t involve you he didn't want it. Din was falling for you more and more every single moment of every single day, and as if he didn’t have it bad enough watching you with Grogu melted him into a puddle.

 Din would cross the universe, fight any adversary in the galaxy, for the honor of coming home to you and Grogu every night for the rest of his life. The thought of calling you his⏤ Maker, Din didn’t have the strength to stay on that line of thought for very long. Not publicly at least. He could only afford to give into weakness in the dead of night. Din would let you flood his thoughts when he was alone. It was all he could afford. It was all he could do. You were only in his life because he was paying you. That’s what he kept reminding himself of. Sometimes it was the only thing that kept him from giving in⏤ from pulling you into his arms so he could feel how soft your skin felt, what sounds you’d make, rather than just imagining it in a moment of weakness alone in the shower.

 However, Din would never put Grogu’s happiness at risk. He loved you, you loved him. Din wanted you to stay in his son’s life for as long as he could have you, and the idea of ruining that made him sick to his stomach. Din had never been in a real relationship. He had been with others in the past, but nothing serious or long lasting and that’s what Din wanted from you. Not just sex, not just a fling, he wanted a life. He wanted everything. And, as if the fact that he was your employer wasn’t enough, Din didn’t trust that he could do that right. You deserved the entire world, and Din wasn’t sure he was capable of giving that.

 The point was that he would do anything and everything to keep his life exactly how it was right now. He wanted no sort of change, no risk of it even, which was exactly why he didn’t hesitate before telling Greef Karga no.

 “Mando,” Karga shook his head, “You didn’t even pause to think.”

 “I don’t need to.” Din shrugged. Karga had called him into his office to discuss matters. While Karga sat at his desk with wide and confused eyes, Din simply leaned against the wall resting his hands on his belt.

 Karga rose from his seat. “The bounty pucks I’m offering you are beyond⏤”

 “I don’t care.” Din said. He tilted his head, “I didn’t know you were still involved with the guild at all, High Magistrate Karga.”

 “Not like before, nothing like before!” Karga waved away his words. “Just passing out a few pucks here and there. Only to the best that I know.” He motioned his arms out to him. “And that’s you, Mando!”

 “You offered me the position of Marshal here.” Din argued. “It’s difficult to be Marshal when I’m on a different planet.”

 Karga shook his head. “The bounties would be short term. Just here and there. You recruited Dune and Mayfeld. They can keep an eye on things while you pick up a bounty or two, surely?” Din didn’t bother offering a response. He had made himself plenty clear. Karga stepped closer. “It’s simple stuff for high value. I’m talking about someone who skipped bail for a price you wouldn’t believe. A man who⏤”

 “No, Karga.” Din replied. “Now, are we done?”

 “I suppose.” Karga sighed and threw his hands up in defeat.

 Din nodded once before pushing off the wall and making his leave. He had taken a lot of risks throughout his life as a bounty hunter, but this was one risk he was not willing to make. You and Grogu were much, much too important to him.

 You leaned against the island counter reading the assignment Ms. Wynn had told you about. It was simple enough. She just wanted the kids to draw out their family and label them. Thinking it over, you may have to find some larger poster of some kind for him to use. Grogu may not have had a lot of immediate, blood related family, but he had no shortage of people who loved him. He had aunties and uncles galore.

 “Fruit!” Grogu was holding his stuffed frog to his chest as he waddled into the kitchen. You glanced down at him with a smile, and he began to jump around your legs. “Fruit, fruit, fruit.”

 “Okay, okay, you little womp rat.” You laughed and wandered to the fridge. There were already some cut up pieces from this morning that you could hand over to him. You pulled it out then dug a small bowl out of the cabinet to transfer it over for him. After grabbing a fork, you turned back to him. “Alright, I’ll trade you. You give me froggie and I’ll give you fruit.” You were attempting to keep froggie from needing another wash knowing Grogu would get the sticky fruit juice all over it. “Deal?”

 “Mhmm.” Grogu nodded and held up the frog. You knelt down to take it and handed over the fruit. Grogu took it happily, then titled his head at you. “V’ore, Ma!”

 Your brain began to short circuit as Grogu just waddled away. Had he just⏤? ‘V’ore’ meant thanks. You knew that. You racked your brain for a Mando’a word that sounded like ‘Ma’. That had to be Mando’a, right? He couldn’t have possibly just⏤ You scrambled around the kitchen island to reach Grogu who had settled on the floor amongst his toys and drawings to eat. “Grogu, Grogu, baby.” You sat in front of him. “What did you⏤ I⏤” How did you even phrase this question? You shook your head. “Who am I? I’m Soran, right? Soran.”

 You said the name slowly to try and get him to repeat it, but Grogu just stared up at you like you were actively losing your mind. Maybe you were. Maybe you had misheard and this was just⏤

 “Ma.” Grogu blurted. “You Ma.” You blinked in shock. Denial still swirled in your head, trying to find some kind of reasoning, but Grogu set down his fruit to dig through his piles of paper. Some had drawings and some had letters in Basic and Mando’a that you had been practicing. He dug out a picture where he had obviously scribbled Mando holding him while you stood beside them. It was absolutely adorable, but your eyes stared wide at the labeling. Above Mando’s head he had written the word ‘buir’ in Mando’a, you recognized the lettering, above his own head he had scribbled his name, and above you he had written two simple letters. ‘MA’. Grogu offered you the paper with a happy chirp. “Buir, Grogu, Ma.”

 The first instinct you had was to smile and take the paper. You were honored that this small, precious child would see you in that kind of light. That he cared for you⏤loved you⏤ enough to give you that important of a label. The second emotion to overcome you was pure, absolute panic.

 “Oh, Maker.” You blurted. Slowly, as to not cause the boy to feel the nervous energy threatening to radiate off you, you stood and walked back to the kitchen with the picture in hand. The moment you reached the island counter, you used your communicator to reach out to Nima. She needed to be here. Now.

 It took ten minutes before there was a knock at the door and you jumped off the couch so fast that it caused Grogu to look up from what he was playing with. You yanked the door open to see Nima and Cara standing on the porch. “Cara?”

 “Is everything alright?” Nima pushed past you.

 Cara followed. “Grogu okay?”

 “He’s fine.” You shut the door and followed after them. When they saw Grogu playing in the living room they seemed to relax, and when the boy realized they were here he began to rush over to greet them excitedly. They reacted accordingly.

 “Hey, little guy!” Nima picked him up. Cara tickled him with a grin. They both turned to you and Nima was the first to question you. “What’s going on? Your message seemed panicked and you’re never panicked.”

 “Cara, why are you here?” You ignored Nima’s question to ask one of your own. “Did you guys tell Mando⏤”

 “Relax.” Cara held a hand up as if that would put a halt to your fried nerves. “It’s my day off. I was with Nima when you called.” You let out a sigh of relief, and Cara narrowed her eyes at you curiously. “What is going on, Soran? Did the kid eat another critter?”

 You shook your head. “No, it’s⏤”

 “Ma!” Grogu held his arms out to you.

 Nima and Cara both stared at Grogu in surprise.

 You sighed, “That.”

 Mando didn’t have a television in his home, but Nima had set up her communicator in the living room to play some kind of kid show. Grogu sat in front of it watching intently while snacking on more fruit. Meanwhile, you stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter while Nima and Cara sat at the barstools across from you. You had made them both a cup of caf.

 “He just started calling me it after we got back from school.” You rubbed the side of your face. The drawing Grogu had drawn sat on the counter between you and them.

 Nima nodded slowly. “Alright.” She took a long sip of her caf then narrowed her eyes at you. “And what’s the problem?”

 “Nima.” You snapped.

 The mechanic shrugged, “What? I don’t see the issue here. You’re basically his mom.”

 “I’m his nanny. There’s a difference.”

 They didn’t respond and you bit down on your lower lip. The problem wasn’t that Grogu was calling you ‘Ma’. It wasn’t even that he saw you as that kind of figure. Grogu was just a kid. Of course, he’d get confused about that. The problem was, it didn’t bother you.

 More than not bothering you, you kind of liked it.

 Cara let out a low whistle. “Well, I think we all know how Mando is gonna take this.”

 “Yeah,” You scoffed, “He’s gonna think I’m some psycho trying to steal his kid out of his life or something.”

 “Okay, maybe we don’t all know.” Cara mumbled.

 “Look, if you want him to stop you could just tell him.” Nima said. “He’s a smart kid.”

 That was probably the truth. Grogu was so smart. You were constantly impressed with what he was capable of. Even though he was only just learning how to communicate in Basic or Mando’a hadn’t meant he was capable of understanding. The problem you faced was more internal than external. You weren’t a mother. Far from it. You were a woman running from your past who fell into a situation where you got offered the job of being a nanny for a local Marshal. The job turned into so much more⏤ more than you had ever dreamed. But, enjoying a casual life with Mando and Grogu was different than how hearing the word ‘Ma’ felt to you.

A nanny was temporary, a mother was permanent.

 “I have to tell him.” You shook your head.

 “And you can in…” Nima looked at her watch, “About two hours.”

 “No. I gotta go see him right now.”

 “Why?”

 You gave them a deadpanned look, “Because I want him to know the whole story rather than him walking through the door and hearing his son refer to me as his mother. I figure a little ‘heads up’ is indicated in this kind of situation.”  Nima and Cara shared a look before conceding to your point. “Alright. Can you keep an eye on Grogu while I run out?”

 “Sure.” Nima nodded. She looked to Cara who agreed with a nod of her own.

 You gave them your thanks then hurried around the kitchen counter and into the living room. You knelt by Grogu who, at your presence, perked up and began to point to the screen. “Fun, Ma!”

 “I know, baby.” You scrunched your nose. Calling him ‘baby’ probably hadn’t helped this situation. “I gotta run out for a minute, but Nima and Cara are going to stay here to hang out with you. Okay?”

 “ ‘lek.” Grogu nodded. You started to stand, but Grogu held his hands up in a familiar way. You hesitated for a second then hated that you did. With a smile, you leaned down to rest your forehead against Grogu’s lovingly.

 When you did stand, you realized Nima and Cara were both staring at you from the kitchen and when you met their eyes they both shot you a look amusement. You huffed at them and went for the door. You needed to tell Mando about this and more importantly you really, really needed to hear what he thought.

 Mayfeld was talking about some date he had the night previously, and if Din were being honest he wasn’t retaining a word. He wasn’t trying to ignore the man or zone out, Din just couldn’t focus. Between Karga offering him bounties as if that were still his life, and dealing with a scuffle between a handful of bounty hunters on the landing pad⏤ Din’s day had been kriffing annoying. He just wanted to be home. With Cara being off today, he couldn’t justify leaving early. Especially since Mayfeld was on call tonight so if he left now the man would be working on his own for longer than anyone deserved.

 “She was all over me, Mando. You should’ve seen it.” Mayfeld bragged.

 “I’m sure.” Din nodded plainly.

 When they entered the station, Cecilia, the human receptionist, called out to him. “Marshal.” He paused and Mayfeld did as well. “Soran is waiting for you in your office.”

 Din felt his shoulders relax. This was exactly what he needed. “When did her and Grogu get⏤”

 “No. It’s just Soran.” She said. As quickly as his ease had come, it was gone. You would never leave Grogu alone. He went with you everywhere when he wasn’t at school. “She looked kind of nervous.”

 That was all it took. Mayfeld called out to him, but Din was barreling down the hall to his office. His door was shut and it took all the self control he had to simply open it rather than accidentally break it down in the process of trying to get to you. What was going on? Was Grogu hurt? When the door swung open, you jumped up from where you sat on the couch. Just as Cecilia said, you looked troubled. Your lips were turned down in a worried frown and you squirmed in place.

 “Grogu?” He crossed the space to you.

 “No, he’s fine. I swear.” You said quickly and Din let out a breath of relief. “He’s at home with Nima and Cara right now. Everything is alright. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

 That was exactly what he had felt. Din was scared. The thought of anything happening to Grogu, anything happening to you, filled his veins with ice. Hearing Grogu was alright calmed him marginally, but it still didn’t explain why you were here alone or why you looked so nervous. Din closed the last bit of space to set his hands on your shoulder.

 “Cyar’ika,” He breathed, “What is going on? Are you okay?”

 “Yeah, I just⏤ I needed to talk to you.” You mumbled. Din nodded and waited for you to continue. “I’m just not sure… I wanted to… I needed to talk to you about this before you got home tonight, and I wanted you to hear it from me rather than…”

 You were wringing your hands and every word out of your mouth made him more and more worried. Din released your arms to go back and close the door to this office. When he returned, he carefully maneuvered you to sit on the couch again. He settled down beside you and let his hand rest on your back. Din let his thumb rub the spot where it laid.

 “Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.” Din said as reassuringly as he could despite being on edge himself. “But you have to talk to me, cyar’ika. What is wrong?”

 You locked your jaw and at the sight of it Din wanted to lifted his hand and caress the side of your face⏤ try to soothe your tension. Finally, you shifted in place to face him further, your knee now pressed against his. “At school, the kids are talking about families. Familial roles. Aunt, Uncle, Cousin.” You twisted your lips. “Dad, mom.” Din nodded. “When we got home today, I was making Grogu a snack. He asked for fruit so I got it for him, and when I gave it to him he… he…” You paused and Din pressed his hand more firmly against your back. You sighed, “Mando, he called me ‘Ma’.”

 Din was at a loss for words. Grogu had… Grogu called you… This news should not affect him the way it did, but Maker, he felt like his temperature rose multiple degrees. He was cooking inside the beskar and his mouth went dry. The thought of his son seeing you as a maternal figure completed that family image he tried so hard not to think about. Before he could reign in his mind, he pictured crossing the room to lock the door. Everyone in the office knew not to bother him when the door was shut unless it was an emergency⏤ just in case his helmet was off. And dank farrik he wanted to take off his helmet. He wanted to rip it off, toss it across the room, and pull you into him⏤ taste you. The imagery caused Din to suck in a sharp breath. You must have misunderstood his reaction, because your panic increased.

 “I swear to the Maker, Mando, I didn’t tell him to do that.” You said. “It⏤It just happened. I didn’t really react because I didn’t want to worry Grogu, he’s so good at picking up on emotions, but the last thing I wanted was for you to come home and hear him call me ‘Ma.’” It’s funny you said that because that was ten thousand percent exactly what he wanted. “I kind of hoped maybe it was some Mando’a word I didn’t recognize and asked him to clarify, asked him who I was, but then he…”

 You sighed and shifted to pull out a folded piece of paper out of your pocket. You held it out to him and Din could see a slight tremble in your fingers. In all his euphoria of finding out Grogu saw you as a mother figure, he forgot to analyze your emotions entirely. You were nervous and scared. This had shaken you. He took the paper from you but kept his hand on yours for a second longer hoping the weight of his would ground you. When the tremble stopped, he pulled away to open the paper. It was one of Grogu’s drawings. It was of Din, his son, and you. All labeled. Buir, Grogu, Ma. Din swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

 “I know this is a lot, and I really, really hope you’re not mad at me⏤” You began and Din stiffened at the thought. Mad at you? “But if you could say something that would be great because I’ve said a lot of words and you haven’t and the more I say the more nervous I get.”

 Din only realized then he hadn’t said a single word. As cute as he always found your rambling, he hated how worried you were. He set the drawing down on the other side of him, with full plans to hang that one up by the others, then took your hands in his. Din wanted to take off his gloves⏤ wanted to feel your skin. Even behind the closed door of his office though, he resisted.

 “You have said a lot of words.” He tried to keep his amusement of of his voice. Din didn’t want you to think you were being teased. “But, in all those words, you only said you were worried about how I would feel.” Din squeezed your hand. “How do you feel, cyar’ika? Do you… Do you not want him to call you that?”

 You blinked in surprise, as if you hadn’t expected him to ask that, “I…It’s not that. I⏤” Your face crumpled and you closed your eyes as if in pain. For the second time since you entered, Din had to hold back from cupping your face. “I liked it too much, Mando.” Din bit back another sharp breath. Dank farrik, he was trying so hard to be a good man, but you were making it very, very hard. You opened your eyes again. “You’re paying me to be his nanny, and I know neither of us knew anything about the nanny gig when I started, but this has to be against the rules.”

 “What rules?”

 “I don’t know. The nanny rules?” You shook your head. “I⏤ You and Grogu are so important to me, Mando. Maybe I’m overstepping by saying that, but it’s the honest to maker truth.” Din bit down on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t want to risk what we have right now. I love it. I was just afraid if you heard him call me ‘Ma’ you’d think I was trying to⏤ to⏤ I don’t know... steal him away or force myself into your lives more than I was supposed to.”

 Din finally settled enough that he could find his voice. Everything you said about them being important to you mirrored entirely how he felt, and some optimistic part of him wondered if that meant you could possibly feel the same way. He shoved that aside. It was too much to ask for⏤ hope for. Din, maybe being the one to overstep bounds now, slowly pulled a hand away from yours and let it drift closer to you. He moved slow enough to give you the opportunity to stop him, but when you didn’t he let his hand settled on the side of your neck, his thumb resting by your ear. “Listen to me.” You leaned into his glove and he had to take a slow breath. “I am… overjoyed that Grogu sees you that way. He deserves more in his life than just me⏤”

 “Mando⏤”

 “Cyar’ika.” Din didn’t let you interrupt him. “As long as you’re comfortable with it, I don’t want you to step outside your comfort zone, but I would love to hear him use the word ‘Ma’. If anyone in his life is deserving of that title, it’s you. I couldn’t ask for a better mother for Grogu.”

 Your eyes began to water and Din was terrified he said the wrong thing. Had he made this worse? He opened his mouth again to try and backpedal, but you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug. It took a second for him to register the movement, but he let his own arms pull you in tightly to his chest. He wished he didn’t have his helmet on. He wanted to bury his face against the side of yours, press his lips to your temple to reassure you further, but this was enough for him. If this was all he could have, he’d treasure every second of it.

 Din felt you start to pull back and he loosened his grip so you could. When you were out of his reach, he realized the tears that had filled your eyes streaked down your cheeks. Distress filled him at the sight, but you let out a laugh that relieved it. You wiped the tears off your face with a shake of your head.

 “I’m so sorry. I’m such a mess.” You mumbled.

 “You apologize too much.” He replied and used his thumb to catch a stray tear you had missed.

 You shrugged. “Bad habits die hard.” After a beat, you frowned again. “You know, we don’t know how long I’ll be working for you,” Din held back a snort. Was ‘forever’ an option? “But, what happens when you meet someone and it gets serious? Technically she’d be Grogu’s⏤”

 “We’ll cross that bridge if we get there.” Din interrupted. It was a better answer than ‘There is no one else, there will be no one else, it’s only you’.

 Your smile returned and your nose scrunched, “Can I hug you again?”

 “You never have to ask, cyar’ika.” Din replied. You leaned forward to wrap your arms around him once more and Din didn’t hesitate to immediately pull you as close as he physically could.

 The entire house was quiet as you laid in bed staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on your face. Ma. Grogu saw you as his mother. You hadn’t been lying to Mando when you said you liked this far too much. Speaking long term, you may have been setting yourself up for failure. Mando seemed unconcerned about the future, but what would happen the day they no longer needed a nanny? What would happen the day Mando found a riddur? Still, knowing that these were things that could blow up in your face one day didn’t stop you⏤ didn’t even slow you down. Things were too perfect now for you to give up.

 You shifted in bed and took in a deep breath. Mando hadn’t been called into work during the middle of the night since that first time. It was odd. A part of you wished he would get called away just because it meant you could sleep in his bed once more, but the idea of him being out in danger made you nauseous. No matter how bad you wanted the opportunity to lay beside him and Grogu, you’d never take it over the risk of him getting hurt. You’d sleep in your bed, alone, and just dream. Spending your daylight hours with them was more than you had the right to ask for.

     Your throat was raw from screaming. Panic and adrenaline filled your body. Fear gripped your soul. You screamed and screamed and screamed, but nobody was coming. Why couldn’t anyone hear you? Why wasn’t anyone coming to save you? You fought. It wasn’t in your nature to give up, but you were wondering if it was worth the fight. Your hands tried to keep the blade from digging into your flesh⏤ deeper and deeper⏤ but all the blood made your grip too slick. You screamed, but you had no voice left.  

     “It was all your fault.” No, no. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. You loved her. You loved Soran. You did everything you could do. “She died because of you.” You thought you had saved her. You thought she was going to be okay. Everything went so badly, so quickly. “You took her from me.” Your hands slipped again, the blade sunk in further⏤ it tore through flesh and muscles, it dug into bone. “You deserve this.” Maybe he was right. You had been her doctor. Maybe you could’ve done more. Maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of serving justice. Soran was gone and it was your fault. You sobbed as your vision began to go dark. He lifted the blade only to dig it in once more.  

     “You deserve to die.”  

 You shot up in bed, panting and breathless. A cold sweat collected at the back of your neck. Your hands lifted to your chest, but you didn’t find bloody wounds. Only an ugly scar. A hiccuped sob slipped from your lips and you quickly covered your mouth to muffle the sound.

 Life had been too perfect.

 Of course, Kurt would come back to haunt you.

[angel-of-the-moons]

uhm

Pavitr x wife f!reader: Pavitr noticed that the reader has been feeling really tired lately so he takes her to a love hotel 😌

The Escape

Pavitr x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, NSFW, smut, established relationship, marriage, PiV sex, protected sex (condom), morning sex, somnophilia (pre-established consent), grinding

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Pavitr is obviously an adult in this fic, so anons can stop screeching into my ask box

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You had a very bad day at work today. First, your best mop broke while you were cleaning the main room of the building you were contracted to clean this week, then, you had to listen to your boss harp at you for taking too long when she said she wouldn't reimburse you or replace said mop you bought for work; the mop that was steam-powered and easier on your back to push around.

Now you were back to using a regular janitorial bucket and mop and god, you were hurting so bad.

You wanted to go home, crawl in bed, and sleep for a month.

You were just thankful today was the last day you'd have to clean that god-forsaken building, and you'd get to take two weeks to relax.

Of course, you'd do so with your golden retriever of a husband, Pavitr Prabhakar. His cuddles were some of the best ever, and you knew you'd be able to recharge the moment you snuggled up into him on your bed and drifted off to sleep.

What you weren't expecting to come home to, however, is packed suitcases neatly organized by the front door, Pavitr wearing an adorably dorky shirt with dog patterns on it, a big sunny grin on his face.

"Uh--Pav?" You blink.

"Okay, okay, I know this is weird!" He laughed, shaking his hands and rubbing the back of his neck. "But c'mon! I know you've been exhausted with work the past month, and now that you have a couple weeks to relax... We could take a trip!"

Your jaw hung agape as he continued. "I booked a hotel for us. It's on the edge of Mumbattan, but the view is amazing! I got lucky and scored some coupons in a raffle, so I only had to pay half price! It's one of those swanky hotels that normally cost like... two weeks worth of a paycheck. But I paid waaaaaaay less."

You felt your heart do a funny little flip at his gesture of love. "Pavitr..."

"I know." He smiled at you bashfully, holding your hands in his excitedly. "As soon as we get there, we can take a nice long nap, the two of us. Then we can order dinner or eat at the restaurant in the hotel!"

"What about.... Y'know. Your Spider-Man stuff?" You asked him.

"Well, things on the streets seem calm this past month, and I went on ahead and told Miguel what I was planning. He's not as scary as everyone says! He waved his hand off and told me to come home and take care of you. Cool, right?"

You made a mental note to bake some cookies for Miguel as a thank you for that.

"C'mon, lovie. Pretty please?" He said, sticking out his bottom lip and giving you his sweetest little puppy dog eyes.

You always caved when he did that...

"Okay, okay..."

"Yay! Now, I packed your suitcase for you so you don't have to do anything but sit and look pretty! Let's go!" He winked at you.

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Pavitr was not lying, the hotel was gorgeous. It had an indoor pool with a waterfall, a hot tub, and two restaurants plus a bar surrounding the swimming areas.

You two ate at one of the restaurants, and despite your exhaustion, you were enjoying yourself. You were having a wonderful time and trip with your darling goofball of a husband (who tripped and fell in the pool because he wasn't watching where he was going, soaking his clothes all the way through.).

When you got back to the room, you and Pavitr took a nice long bath together, taking turns washing each other and running fingers through each other's hair.

When you dried off and flopped down onto the plush bed--you didn't even bother with nightclothes--you decided it was the perfect way to end the night.

But Pavitr had... other ideas. You felt his warm hand on the curve of your spine and you turned your head to look over at him, and his eyes were so warm and patient.

"Heyyy... I'm not done spoiling you, yet, lovie." He said softly to you

"Pav, I don't think you need to do more for me for the rest of my life. Today was amazing." You sigh sweetly with a smile.

"No, no, this is definitely something you need." He hummed, getting up off the edge of the bed and walking over to his suitcase, rummaging through it until he pulled out a small bottle.

He turned and wiggled it, a wide grin on his face. "Your back's been hurting, right? I wanted to massage it for you. Then we can sleep."

You blink a little dumbly at him as he walked back over to you. On one hand, you did want to cuddle up and sleep. On the other hand, a massage sounds heavenly on your sore shoulders and back...

You sigh and giggle, propping your arms beneath the pillow cushioning your head as you close your eyes. "Go ahead, hon."

You didn't need to have your eyes open to know he pumped his fist in victory, a happy twinkle in his eyes.

Not long after, you feel his weight straddle the backs of your thighs and then he dribbles the oil onto your skin it was warm, and the first scent that hits you is the vanilla, immediately chased by lavender.

When his hands smoothed the oil around, you sigh once more in bliss, before making a soft noise when you feet his thumbs begin to press soft circles into the tense muscles of your shoulders.

"Oh, my poor girl." He said, his voice sad as he introduced pressure from his other fingers. "My beautiful girl is all tense and hurting? Makes my heart hurt!"

You make a soft whimper when his nimble fingers, calloused from years of web-slinging and crime-fighting begin to massage the body oil into your skin as he works on each knot as slowly as possible, ensuring he eases it out completely before moving onto the next.

By the time he's moved onto your back, you're a squirming and whimpering mess. It was such a weird feeling; a mix of pleasure, pain, and almost a sensation of being tickled. It was a cocktail you found yourself getting drunk and sleepy off of. You weren't sure where one knot started and the other ended, because he was undoing them with such efficiency.

"Hey... you okay?" Pavitr asked you quietly, kissing your shoulder.

"Mhmm." You hummed against the pillow.

"You sound like you're falling asleep." He grinned.

"'m not." You deny, your tone completely betraying your lie. You really were on the verge of sleep, your mind foggy and dancing on the precipice of dreams.

"You're so cute. Go on ahead and sleep, babygirl." Pavitr hums, placing more kisses on your neck.

And before you knew it, you were out like a light.

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When you woke up, you were first made aware that Pavitr was pressed up against you, passed out and dressed in nothing but his boxers, with one of his knees brought firmly between your thighs.

You usually woke up this way, with Pavitr doing his best impression of a koala bear, snoring softly in his sleep. Normally, it was adorable.

But right now it was far from innocent and adorable.

You could feel the unmistakable outline of his cock throbbing against the swell of your ass. Whatever he was dreaming, it was certainly nice, judging by how he was rutting against you lazily, whimpering as his hot breath fanned against your neck in short, needy pants.

You felt a twinge of guilt; with your workload lately you and your darling husband hadn't had time to be intimate, really, so he must feel pretty pent up.

Almost as pent up as you are beginning to realize you are, actually. The sounds he was making, the way his bulge rubbed against you, and the way he'd mutter your name? It was like a fire was lit down low in your belly, the hot sticky mess between your legs pressing hard against his leg when he brought it higher.

If you didn't know any better, you knew he was awake and merely playing with you. But you knew Pavitr in every way possible. He was definitely asleep. He slept like a brick. It's why his alarms were loud enough to burst your eardrums, you teased him.

You bite your lip and roll your hips back against him, feeling his chest rise and fall with a stuttering breath as he whimpered into your hair.

Oh, poor Pavitr...

This was nice, but it wasn't enough for you.

It made you feel another snag of guilt as you pulled away to roll over and face him, but the moment your warmth left his, Pavitr rolled over onto his back, one hand rested on his belly as he breathed deeply, his face flushed with whatever erotic dream his subconscious kicked up for him to enjoy.

You smiled down at him as your eyes hungrily drank in his cute, messy hair, his needy expression and toned, fit body. He was a gorgeous man. Adorable yes, but also gorgeous. Every time he wore a tight shirt, you'd always catch women just staring oh so shamelessly at him.

You'd always feel a bit smug; special. Because you knew you were the only woman Pavitr would let touch him, the matching gold rings on your fingers solidified that knowledge, gave it physical shape.

You drag your fingers up one of his thighs in a feather-light caress slowly but surely making your way to the bulge straining so tight against his boxers.

You let out a satisfied hum, as you palm the thickness of it softly, stroking him through the cotton as you watched the swell of it twitch and strain against the stitching.

Biting your lip, you leaned over him, hooking your thumbs around the waistband of his boxers and slowly peeled them down, freeing the aching length of his dick to allow it to flop to the side a bit, the cool air making it twitch as it was finally given room to rise to full mast.

Your eyes flicked up to Pavitr's sleeping face as his expression relaxed, no doubt in relief that his poor cock wasn't being squished by his underwear any longer. He was still making those sounds, but still dreaming, you could tell, by the way his long black eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

You wrap your hand around his girth and give a few experimental pumps as you circle your clit with your fingers, idly toying with your own wetness as you try to decide the next course of action.

And that's when it hits you.

Grinning, you pull away, watching as the twitch of his cock laments the loss of your touch while you shimmy out of your ruined panties and carefully straddle his waist.

You stayed, your dripping heat hovering over his cock as you looked down at him, your hands braced on either side of his head as his face twisted while something in his dream shifted.

And oh, when you felt the velvety heat of his cock grind against your clit, it was wonderful. The prominent vein that ran the length of the underside of his cock added the perfect friction for you to rub against; your dripping slick adding perfect lubricant to allow you to glide on him effortlessly.

Your eyes roll back as your breathing gets heavy, feeling a tingle at the base of your spine slowly spread up, your toes curling slightly at just how hot this all is. You haven't done this in particular in a while, playing around with him while he slept. The first time you did it you thought he'd be upset, but he quickly assured you that it was the most amazing way to be woken up in the morning. A million times better than his favorite snack and coffee, first thing.

You make a soft noise as his hips rut upwards against you, adding extra stimulation whilst your breath gets caught in your throat.

Your eyes snap open when hands slide up your thighs to grip at your ass, pulling you down harder to grind on Pavitr's cock.

"Oh... 'm-morning to you, too." Pavitr panted up at you, a love-drunk smile on his face as his eyes blink drowsily up at you.

"Morning baby." You breathe, leaning down to kiss him.

"Don't stop." He groaned as your lips broke apart.

"I wasn't planning on it." You chuckle breathlessly and lean down to kiss his bobbing Adams apple.

"I... I put some condoms in the nightstand last night, if you wanna..."

You groan deeply in your chest. Yeah, yeah you definitely wanted him inside of you, right now.

"Right." You say, clearing your throat as you leaned away from him, stopping that delicious friction as you quickly rifle through the drawer, fishing out the needed foil packet.

You hastily tear it open and pull out the rubber item, and slowly, almost achingly so, roll it down his length until it was snug at the base of his cock.

"God--" He whimpered, hips stuttering up into your touch.

"I know, baby." You sigh, climbing on top of him again as his hands squeeze your thighs briefly, moving up to your hips while your delicate fingers line his cock up with your wanting hole.

"'M not gonna last long." You tell him, your voice trembling as you lower yourself down, sinking his cock all the way in one smooth stroke.

The sound that came from within his chest made your toes curl again. "I--I know." Pavitr groaned. "Me either."

You languidly rolled your hips, dragging his throbbing length through your tight, velvety walls, the ribs and bumps on the condom making your eyes roll back with a whimper.

Pavitr was definitely feeling more awake, now, because he was thrusting up into you with wanton desperation his feet bracing on the mattress as you drove yourself down to meet his hips, gyrating and rolling against him; the tip of his cock ramming against your sweet spot with every thrust, making you practically squeal.

"Right there?" He pants, his hand reaching up to grope at one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh gently in his palms, marveling at how the fat squishes beneath his fingers.

"Yes!" You whine, bracing your hands on his chest for support as you rode yourself closer to your orgasm.

God, you needed this. You both did. The two of you had been so stressed out and run taut that you felt you both were going to snap. Half the time, when you two finally met at home, you were too tired to do more than eat, shower, and sleep.

Yes, cuddles were nice, but sometimes a husband and his wife just absolutely needed to rail each other until their eyes crossed, y'know?

Yeah... you made a mental note to squeeze sex into your future schedules, after this. You were so drunk off this ecstasy that neither of you were sure you could go longer than a day or two without it ever again. The distance your schedules imposed on the two of you just made the euphoria that much stronger.

And god, when you came, it felt like all the stress of the past few weeks completely ebbed away with each contraction of your muscles around his hard length; your wet, needy walls milking him for everything his body promised he could give you.

"Gh--tight..." He groaned, tilting his head back and gritting his teeth, the hand that was groping at your chest joined the other at your hips, helping you rise and fall on him, helping you ride out your orgasm as he so desperately tried to pitch himself over that edge he was teetering on.

You were so thankful he thought ahead of time for condoms, whimpering as his hips slammed up into you, threatening to make you cum a second time in less than a minute.

Neither of you were ready for a baby just yet, and you hadn't found a birth control that didn't make you sick. It was Pavitr's idea you get off your birth control in the first place, because he hated how sick you'd get, how uncomfortable you were.

So... You both opted for condoms and emergency contraceptives in case something happened while you had sex.

And fuck. Were you worried you'd need to take some, right now, with how you felt the condom swell and strain as he pumped his thick load into the thin rubber.

You were worried it was going to burst, especially with how he was rabbiting his hips up into yours as he chased the waning flames of his coital haze as your tight hole milked him dry.

It didn't, and you were glad of the fact as you dropped down, laying across his chest as the two of you heaved for some fresh air, your lungs burning desperately with each drag.

"Good morning. Again." You mumble with a giggle against his sweaty skin.

"Oh, yeah. It definitely is, now." He grinned, his hand running up and down your back in a loving caress.

"I hope you know we're not leaving this room for the rest of the day, now, right?" Pavitr asked you.

Oh, your fluffy, doofy husband had some of the best ideas...

[kittycatsheros9]

gf!Ethan x reader

Word count: 1531

Warnings: murder, relationship problems bc gf!ethan 😛, just one kiss

Notes: first time writing a work with no smut 🤨 but enjoy lovelies!

Ethan repeatedly stabbed the man’s body that layed underneath him. It was slightly dark in the night of New York. But lights from apartments, delis, and stores gave Ethan a faint brightness in the alley. His victim opened his mouth to let out any noise. But none. Instead a ding came from his phone. Ethan fastly reached into his back pocket. He saw your name. A text from you. So he unlocks his phone.

“you forgot ☹️”

Ethan’s eyes flashed with regret and sadness. He forgot your date. The date he asked you on. He didn’t mean too but he did. And of course he couldn’t tell you the real truth. He didn’t want you to know he was a murderer. He couldn’t say “oh sorry I missed our date because I was killing somebody”. He wanted you to still see him as this cute, dorky boy. So he stood up and got rid of any evidence of him being a killer. Wiped his gloved hand across his face to discard the splattered blood droplets. With his robe in the trash and his knife in his back pocket, he hurried to your apartment.

While he was marching to your house, you had just gotten home. You had to walk from this lavish restaurant, the one you and Ethan were supposed to be enjoying each other’s company. You were disappointed because he always found time for you. You knew he had a busy schedule. School and a complicated family life can take up so much. But he asked you on this date and you didn’t think he would forget. Ethan didn’t even respond to your message but his read receipts were on.

Instead of worrying about the situation too much and accuse him of something horrible, you went to change into comfortable clothing. When you came out of your room you heard keys unlocking the front door. You already knew who that was. It was Ethan. He had an extra set of apartment keys if anything happened to you. Which now you are regretting and rolling your eyes for that idea.

You stood in front of the door and when it swung upon, you turned on your heels and moved towards your kitchen. Ethan’s pleads intruded the silence.

“Look I’m so sorry I- I just forgot?” His sentence sounding like a question. He couldn’t think of a lie fast enough.

He was walking over to you. Coming face to face with you. Your back hit the counter, so he has you trapped in. He looked down at you with sad eyes. But why was he the one who was feeling unhappy. That should be you?

You spoke up, “E Im disappointed and you made me feel like a loser for waiting you for like almost an hour… why did you forget?”

He observed your features turning into confusion and sadness. Your eyebrows were furrowed and lips turning into a frown.

“I- Look I was just busy, okay?” He responded. Ethan tried to find the right words but obviously that didn’t work. Why wouldn’t he tell you the truth? Did he not trust you? So you spoke your thoughts

“Why are you lying to me?” you accused him. You knew he was lying. Normally he was comfortable with telling you mostly everything. Except about his family, which you never pushed him too.

Now his eyebrows furrowed. But instead of letting any anger take over him he spoke calmly.

“I’m so sorry love, but I’m being honest when I said I was busy, busy with family things” he had came up with the perfect lie because you wouldn’t push him to say any more.

You nodded your head up and down in silence. You understood why he didn’t want to tell you the truth, because it was his family. He came more towards your body and gave you a hug. One arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other went to pet your head. Smoothing your hair down. And you placed your hands around his waist. It was a comforting hug, which made you happy. You forgave him. No more troubles.

Wrong! You pulled back, hands skimming over his back pockets. You felt something in his back pocket. Ethan seemed to noticed your curiosity. He had forgotten he put his knife in his pocket. But he was too slow to stop you. You swiftly reached your hands in his jean pocket to pull out an item. When the item came in your view, you saw a knife.

You study the sharp knife within a few seconds. No this wasn’t no protection knife. This was a large knife. Slightly covered in blood. Your eyes became wide and mouth ajar. Ethan internally slapped his forehead. He was fucked.

“What the fuck E?!” You exclaimed, though really hoping this wasn’t what you were seeing. You were so disgusted and dropped the knife on the floor.

You looked back up to him and saw a serious look on his face. Was this okay to him? You really had to get out of here, so you ran. Attempted too. But his hand grabbed your arm. He pulled you back. Your backside hitting his chest. He tightly held your body. Not wanting you to leave him. He felt your chest heave up and down. Your loud breathing indicating you didn’t feel safe. You didn’t feel safe with him. You tried to push against his strong arms but he didn’t budge at all.

“Stop moving! Please stop moving” he yelled. He was trying to convince himself this would turn out okay. You wouldn’t leave him and this would be forgotten. But that was a very slim chance. Too lost in his thoughts he felt a harsh pinch on his arm. He looked down to you biting his forearm. You bit him hard enough because his arms let go. You were free and you ran. But his loud footsteps was the only noise you heard.

You ran into your room and fastly shut the door. You locked the doorknob and backed away. You looked around for any escape. You cursed yourself for being on the ninth floor. You shook your head. It was all catching up to you. Your fucking boyfriend was a killer and he could kill you.

You looked back up at your door when he shook the doorknob, which made you back up furthermore. Then silence rang through your apartment. Which didn’t last long. Ethan’s foot came through your door. You loudly screamed. Tears started to stream down your face. Ethan never acted like this. The Ethan you knew would never put you in harm or scare you. But that was all a lie.

With one last hard step to your door, Ethan reached his hand through the damage door to unlock the knob. You froze when he came into your room. You sobbed harder. This couldn’t be the end of you.

“I swear I won’t tell anyone” you told him, with your tears and sobs. You were pleading with him. You’d do anything to not die.

He walked closer to you, until he was an inch apart from you. You couldn’t run because that would anger him more. So you looked down at your feet and closed your eyes. He reached his hand to put your hair behind your ear. The movement making you reminiscing on old memories with him. You leaned into his touch, anything to feel the Ethan you thought you knew. But the touch was long gone. He now gripped your chin, making you look at his face.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise” he muttered to you. You weakly nodded at his statement. Actually wanting to believe him. Ethan cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against your cheek. He leaned his head down to put his mouth closely next to your ear.

“But you got to be a good girl and not tell anyone” he whispered to you. Which caused a shiver to run through your body.

Ethan took his face away from your ear and looked down at you. He raised one of his eyebrows up. Meaning he was waiting for your response. So you weakly nodded again. Your agreement made him smile at you.

He was content enough to kiss you. His lips touching yours. But you felt so dirty, you didn’t put effort into the kiss. Just Ethan attempting to put his tongue inside your mouth, but you didn’t allow him too. You heard a frustrated groan come out of him. He didn’t like what you were doing. So he reached his hand to clasp around your neck. Lightly squeezing, which made you gasp. With your mouth slightly open he put his tongue into your mouth. Finally getting to feel you. But you pulled back.

He didn’t want to fight or start another argument so he allowed you too. He looked at you one last time. Relished in the silence. Though he turned on his heels to walk away from you. You were frozen. Too many emotions and thoughts running through your head. But once you heard your front door shut, you slumped down until your butt hit your floor.

[mywifealhaitham]

various genshin valentine's headcanons ♡

⚠: mentions of a shotgun in mikas, lazy writing

a/n: I almost threw up and passed out in the process of writing this :3

albedo - ♡ • he draws you! he isn't experienced in gift giving or dates so he just goes with something he's familiar with • Klee stops by to give you two a drawing of all three of you holding hands and he hangs it up by his workplace smiling like the proud brother he is

alhaitham - ♡ • he gets you books he likes and commented on himself (DORK! NERD! LOSER! affectionate) every other page is a little note from him consisting of the meaning of this is actually... to this idiot reminds me of Kaveh, don't you agree? •he also takes you to a nice restaurant in sumeru and pays • like halfway through the date he forgot flowers and called up kaveh to buy them! he does not! and alhaitham makes him pay!

amber - ♡ • she got you your very own plushie! it matches with baron bunny and doesn't explode! • she takes you on a nice picnic where you two match outfits and feed eachother cake • she immediately gets home and writes to collei about everything while kicking her feet and twirling her hair

arataki Itto - ♡ • oh my god he gets you the largest bouquet of flowers ever like four members of the Arataki gang have to hold then Shinobu is deadpanning in the corner • with granny onis advice he also takes you on a picnic! unlike Amber's peaceful one yours is not! he makes the Arataki gang play instruments while Shinobu is dressed in a suit and is severing you two food

barbara - ♡ • she gets you two matching outfits! hers is baby blue and yours is light orange so it compliments eachother • she definitely sings you a love song behind the cathedral and you two giggle and dance and hold hands man I love barbara

beidou - ♡ • she gets you.... drunk! yep she's hosting a valentine's day party on the crux with plenty of drinks • after the wild party when you two are stumbling back to her room theyres some nice flowers laid out on the bed • she tries to woo you but passes out on you... I mean she tried!

bennett - ♡ • he got you some flowers but they withered away then he made you some sweets and accidentally mixed the salt and sugar! • he's very bummed for how everything turned out, he wanted this day too be accident free! • it's ok to make up for it you two walk around the town holding hands while you pray that the boxes that some people are carrying aren't gonna crush you and Bennett

candace - ♡ • she gets you a nice jeweled necklace! she carefully puts it on you and kisses your cheek • since the desert isn't the ideal place she keeps you inside we're you too spend quality time together • right before you go to bed she kisses you all over telling you how much she loves you

chongyun - ♡ • writing for characters I dont really know anything about is stressful sweats profusely • he probably gets you the standard flowers however for the date he takes you ghost hunting • by the end of day he's disappointed that he can't find any ghosts so you say that maybe they didn't want to ruin your date and now he's planning to go ghost hunting on a different day what have you done!

collei - ♡ • she gets you one of those valentine's cards you'd get for every kid in your elementary school class • it took her like 20 tries to perfect the card and when she did she threw it at you and ran • when she came home cyno and tighnari were sitting at a table with all the failed attempts of cards on said table. scariest thing collei has ever experienced

cyno - ♡ • he gets you a joke book to use on him. yes he fully expects you to pull out the book and start saying jokes like he does • he does get you flowers and brings you to a nice restaurant using his mass amounts of maha-mora (winks I'm so funny right winks again plz) • he told so many jokes that night you're just about done with his dorky mouth

diluc - ♡ • he gets you some nice jewelry this man is rich rich • he of course makes a candlelit dinner and sets up a table in the dawn winery fields • the maids fan over you both and start spreading rumors that you're gonna get married

diona (platonic) - ♡ • makes you your favorite non alcoholic drink. she'll MAYBE make you an alcoholic one but she'll spit in it • drags you to wind rise and forces you to make her a picnic. she'll violently rip flowers out of the ground and give them to you :3

eula - ♡ • she gets you the classic flowers and like necklace combo. the necklace is blue to remind you of her • she also took you to a restaurant and someone ruined your date by crashing into your table. she swore vengeance on the entire holiday of valentine's day

faruzan - ♡ • tbh I dont know shit about her • she makes you get her gifts and flowers. she also makes you pay for everything because she is a poor unfortunate lady boohoo • she wears one of those hot dresses so it's worth it

fischl - ♡ • forces diluc to decorate the patio of the dawn winery in purple fairy lights and asks his maids to cook something for you two • dilucs like erm ok I guess he's so lost and taken aback. also she got Oz to make hearts in the sky for you :3 • fischl gets you matching bracelets she made herself please wear it everyday or she will sob

ganyu - ♡ • she gets you flowers right as she sees you because she will accidentally eat them • gets Ningguang to let her use a nice part of the jade chamber for a nice date • at the end of the day you make her nap because SHE NEEDS IT! so hardworking! so smart! what a girl!

gorou - ♡ • he is so nervous the entire day... he tries to swoon you but embarrasses himself badly • he gets you a sentimental gift like a painting of your first date area or something! • you made him dog treats as a joke. he devoured them. what a day!

hu tao - ♡ • you woke up and she SMOTHERED you in kisses and hugs, if you didn't know any better you'd think she wanted you to be her next client • she planned the entire day and it's very sweet and cute. she takes you shopping then walks around liyue hand in hand with you. she kisses your hand at the end of the day saying that she'll stick with you through life and death

jean - ♡ • another hardworker that takes off the day for you! she prepares a nice candlelit dinner like half the cast 😊 • she gets you a necklace and while she puts it around you she swears to be your knight forever then kisses your neck

kaedehara kazuha - ♡ • in the morning he wakes you up with the sweetest of kisses then reads you some poems • beidou insists on having him bring you along to the crux annual valentine's day party but he says he just wants to spend time with you • he has you lay on his lap while the sun sets while he strokes his hair and declares his love for you (kazuha HIT MY LINE)

kaeya - ♡ • gets you an expensive wine he bought off of diluc, it's in your favorite flavor and everything • he takes you to starsnatch cliff and tells you stories he's heard about the stars, most of them are from the long forgotten parts of his childhood • kaeya actually didn't buy the wine bottle he got venti to steal it so your lucky if diluc doesn't doesn't marching towards you looking angry!

kamisato ayaka - ♡ • she gets you a matching fan! she thinks it both brings out your beauty and cools you off during hotter days • she then takes you shopping around inazuma, everything is on her! • when your both almost ready for bed she'll insists on doing a small waltz with you in your bedroom

kamisato ayato - ♡ • he takes the whole day off surprisingly • normally he doesn't spend alot of time with you because he's very busy but today all his attention is on you • overall you two just chat about everything ranging from politics to what crime did itto commit this week over some nice thoma cooked food

keqing - ♡ • another hardworking women we love to see it • keqing is very classy and also rents out a small spot on the jade chamber for you both • she gets you a bracelet and a Rex lapis Keychain. she does not look you in the eye when your excited about it

klee (platonic)- ♡ • when she was in confinement jean made her make valentine's for all her friends in mondstat! she put her heart into all of them, yours especially • she hands you the card in which she drew you two playing with bombs along with a heart shaped lollipop • she also did the cute little leg hug thing and said happy valentine's day best sibling ever (I LOVE LITTLE KIDS THEYRE SO ADORABLE!!!)

kujou sara - ♡ • she gets you some hand picked flowers! • since crime never stops she unfortunately has to leave for the day, but she sends you off with a kiss • when she gets home you run her a nice bath and massage her tense shoulders

kuki shinobu - ♡ • the worst idea of her entire life was telling itto about her date • he insisted in helping her by adding a special arataki touch to the day • by arataki touch he means the arataki gang scaring off everyone at the restaurant and playing horrible music • she apologized so much at home but you just kissed her and said the best part of the day was her !! (itto thought he did so good and starting advertising a entertainment service....)

layla - ♡ • when you went to sleep the night before she was still working so you didn't know what she was doing while you slept • she promised herself not to work and take a break for once! she just wanted to snuggle you • before she went to bed she put some fresh flowers in a vase next to your bed with a note

lisa - ♡ • she set up a little table in the library with some fresh flowers and a basket of fruit and sweets • her gift to you was some of her favorite books which she reads to you! • she's a bit lazy so she rather do some of her favorite activities than deal with the hussle and bussle of mondstat couples

mona - ♡ • she takes you stargazing for sure! she tells you about every star you point out • seeing you so interested in the stars so much she gets you a telescope! • as you look at planets in the sky and gasp them, she only smiles softly at you knowing the money she spent was worth it

nahida (platonic) - ♡ • she's so hyped because one of her first real valentine's day! with her bestfriend! • she hand picks some flowers for you then knocks at your door • it's early in the morning but when this sweet child is at your door with some flowers and the brightest smile ever you can't really complain

nilou - ♡ • she dedicates a whole dance to you! it's a lengthy dance and she's elegant with the whole process • afterward she tells you how much you mean to her then extends her hand because her gift to you is the art of dance! • she holds you tight as you two dance the night away

ningguang - ♡ • gets you the most elegant clothes pieces ever, like your even afraid of wearing them incase a stitch snaps • surprisingly she's humble with her date spot, preferring a nice field instead of a five star restaurant • she picks a beautiful glaze lily for you and puts it behind your ear

noelle - ♡ • she makes you a whole meal • at first the meal was only for you but you insisted that she take a break and eat with you. she took the offer and got to know you better

qiqi (platonic)- ♡ • she probably forgot all about valentine's day so baizhu had to remind her • she probably just made you a quick card and picked some silk flowers for you • she also took you to her favorite napping spot for a nice nap !! you deserve it and don't worry qiqi will be your litte guardian

raiden shogun - ♡ • miss ei has experienced alot of valentine's days but actually never had a date for herself • miko would sometimes get her some flowers as a thanks for being my friend but other than that her knowledge is limited • so she gets you a nice bouquet and takes you on a walk around inazuma • she shares stories of the land while you two walk into dusk

razor - ♡ • another person who probably doesn't know what valentine's day is • bennett and fischl told him all about it and he was intrigued • he picks you some fruit and some lamp grass • he spends the whole day with you!

rosaria - ♡ • she probably just takes you to angels share and let's you get whatever you want, it's on her • on the walk she'll put a stray flower that fell out of someone's bouquet into your hair while giving you a kiss on the cheek, a silent vow to protect you forever

sangonomiya kokomi - ♡ • she sets up a seaside table with some delicious looking food she made herself • headcanon but autistic Kokomi and her special intrests are war strategies and sealife • she'll take you on a walk and excitedly point at all the small creatures, spitting facts about them left and right

sayu (platonic)- ♡ • she doesn't really care for lovely dovey stuff and probably gets annoyed at all the pinks and reds around inazuma • however she does get you a small plush and some flowers she picked, afterwards though she immediately goes to sleep

shenhe - ♡ • ever since you became her s/o cloud retainer has been going on and on about couple stuff • a topic that came up was valentine's day, so cloud retainer suggested doing some of her favorite activities together • however most of shenhes favorite activities are either training or meditation so if your fine with that then good for you!

shikanoin heizou - ♡ • when you wake up he's missing and the only thing left behind is a note and a map with some things circled • you followed the map and soon found out every circled point had some gift for you awaiting patiently • eventually when you reach the end heizou is waiting for you with a nice dinner

sucrose - ♡ • she makes you some sort of artifical flower with albedos help! • she also makes you help her on her lab and when you pour a certain chemical in it makes a heart • that's the boldest you'll ever see her

tartaglia - ♡ • childe always used to buy a big stuff animal and flowers for his siblings for valentine's day, but now he has you to spoil! • you wake up and turn to silence your alarm clock and there's like a huge vase full of flowers • you find alot of gifts scattered around the house, all signed with a love, ajax ♡

thoma - ♡ • he's so excited!! he's such a dork for cheesy days like valentine's day! • he's stuck between just being himself or being romantic, in the end he chooses being himself • being himself means a nice walk stopping to feed all the stray animals and a nice warm home-cooked dinner later in the day

tighnari - ♡ • deep in my bones I feel like he just doesn't care about valentine's day at all • he'll pick you some special flowers he's been growing himself for months just for today but like he doesn't careee • he'll be nicer to you when he gives you your gift of a jar of herbs that can help cure alot of things... but he says he doesn't caree... suree....

venti (platonic) - ♡ • you never really cared for valentine's day nor did your mischievous little friend so you both decided to cause chaos • chaos as in stealing some wine from diluc and fake argue out loud to ruin couples dates • at the end of the day he takes you to windrise were he makes a toast to your long lasting friendship

wanderer - ♡ • valentine's day?? love?? affection?? EWWW thumbs DOWN!! • ^ he proceeded to say but you don't fail to notice that he's a bit more affectionate today hmm.... • he doesn't get you alot because he has to keep up his eww valentine's day persona however if you pass something you like he might buy it.... just maybe...

xiangling - ♡ • she makes you food duhh! she knows exactly what you likes so she incorporates your favorite flavors into new recipes • she makes guoba wear a little suit while severing you two the meals she made • she spoon feeds you and gets super excited when you like her cooking!!

xiao - ♡ • another eww valentine's day guy but alot mode toned down.. • he just... doesn't care at all. but for you he'll try • he makes you a plate of almond tofu along with a small bunch of flowers, he's so embarrassed he kinda just teleports away

xingqiu - ♡ • he plans an adventure for the both of you! he'll lead you through monsters and almost dangerous path, but do not fret he is here to protect his leige from all harm! • the real date area is a old swinging bench he found awhile back! it's not the most scenic but it's the thought that counts • he brings a book you both enjoy so he can read for you (aww how cute now come home c6 Xingqiu.)

xinyan - ♡ • probably gets xiangling to make you guys your favorite food! you two eat and happily chat away • afterwards she takes you to the shore were she plays a softer love song on her guitar

yae miko - ♡ • she's extra flirty today. normally she's sly and makes you flustered but today she gets real bold • she takes you to a nice restaurant and gives you your gift, which is a novel she likes • before you two part ways she gives you a big kiss

yanfei - ♡ • because I'm tired she probably just takes you on a nice outing, occasionally telling you about intresting court cases she had recently • madame ping saw you two holding hands and immediately went elderly grandma mode and asked thousands of questions

yaoyao (platonic) - ♡ • like faruzan I don't know much about her • probably made little valentine's day cards for her favorite people in liyue with includes you! • she also got you a hearted shaped lollipop

yelan - ♡ • like Sara she also is busy because sadly crime doesn't stop for valentine's day • however she does send flowers and chocolates to your workplace along with a note saying she'll meet her later

yoimiya - ♡ • fireworks? fireworks!!! • she makes a ton of heart-shaped fireworks for you and all the other couples but mostly you • she excitedly points up at the sky when they finally go off, her eyes scanning your face to look for satisfaction

yun jin - ♡ • I also don't know much about her • she probably preforms an opera about love to the people of liyue and during the parts were she sings about couples kissing and giving gifts she always winks at you in the crowd

zhongli - ♡ • this old soul probably does the classic candlelit dinner and some sort of jewelry gift • he's been alive for so long so this valentine's day means alot for him • after all, he's chosen you hundreds of times

dainsleif - ♡ • he also doesn't care for valentine's day alot, after all he's been alone for so long • on the actual day he takes you to an open field where the breeze is just right and the sky is clear • here he points out constellations he recognizes and tells you stories about them that should be long forgotten to time

kaveh - ♡ • one word: dramatic • probably steals alhaithams credit card and buys you the most beautiful flowers and the most elegant clothing ! • he takes you to an expensive restaurant were as you two eat he tells you all the latest gossip along with how much he loves you

mika - ♡ • he gives you a free assassination ticket with the biggest grin on his face • you're like what and he pulls out a shotgun still smiling • plz point to someone you hate and run • fandom mika is so funny never change him

[witchofcustom]

Saving The Girl (Great Saiyaman (Son Gohan) x Reader)

Summary: After being saved by the mysterious Great Saiyaman, you wanted to repay him. He knew the perfect way to do so.

CW: Very minor mentions of violence at the start, NSFW

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I’m in my “I actually feel like writing for once” phase that happens like once a year. The idea for this one has been at the back of my head for a while.

Two men had been holding you at gunpoint, demanding you to hand over your capsules and money. However, before you could do so, a man swooped in, kicking the guns out of the men’s hands and catching you in the process.

He was wearing a green suit with a red cape, along with a helmet. It felt almost like a childishly stereotypical depiction of a superhero, but there wasn’t any time to complain.

“You two better not do anything like this again! Or The Great Saiyaman will come to uphold justice once more!” The man says before striking a pose. His voice sounded familiar, but you weren’t sure from where. Before the two men could retaliate further, Saiyaman picked you up bridal style and flew off, taking you somewhere safe and secluded.

“T-Thank you so much mister! You saved my life!”

“It’s no problem. That’s just the job of a hero such as myself.”

“Is there any way I can repay you? I don’t have much money but…”

“Don’t worry. I do this for the sake of justice. I have no need for payment!”

“I’d feel bad if I don’t though…”

Your teary eyes and innocent face made Saiyaman’s heart skip a beat. He could feel his pants tightening and blush developing on his face. He was thankful that he was wearing his helmet so you wouldn’t notice.

“W-Well… I do know a way you can repay me… But we’ll have to go back to your place first!”

You agreed, not noticing the chuckle from Saiyaman as he grabbed you and flew to your place.

“Um… If you don’t mind me asking… How do you know where I live…? The last person around your age who came over to my place was a classmate who was helping me with a school project.”

“O-Oh don’t worry citizen! I once fought off a villain near this house and remember seeing you!”

You weren’t sure if you completely believed him, especially as you could tell his super hero persona was starting to slip up, but you were curious as to what he would do, so you didn’t say anything. Not to mention, on closer inspection you could tell how attractive he was. Despite the dorky outfit, his body was very well toned and sexy.

“My parents aren’t home right now, is that okay?” You said while unlocking the front door.

“That’s no problem at all.”

You took him to your room, sitting down on your bed. You talked with him a bit about things like school, hobbies, and the like. You brought up one of your best friends at school, Son Gohan, and how he’s the only other boy your age who’s been in your room. Saiyaman couldn’t handle holding back much longer and kissed you on the lips. It was a long and passionate kiss. Saiyaman had very soft lips, but there was also a sense of roughness as he grabbed your left breast.

“Well citizen, are you willing to repay me?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Even if you weren’t sure where this would go, you didn’t want to risk losing an encounter with such an attractive man.

Saiyaman began to remove his pants and then underwear. His cock sprung free, already leaking some precum. He was very embarrassed, he’d never done anything like this before. He began to wonder if what he was doing was wrong, but after seeing you undress, he knew he had to go through with it.

He began to play with your pussy, mainly rubbing your clitorus. You began to moan from such pleasure. This made Saiyaman get even more turned on. Your voice was the cutest he had ever heard, and he never imagined he would be in a situation like this. He then stuck two fingers into you, eliciting an even cuter moan. You thought he would have taken his gloves off, but the silky feeling of them on the inside of your vagina made it feel all the better.

“I-I’m sorry Great Saiyaman… I’ve never done anything like this before…”

“Don’t worry citizen, I’ll treat you right! You’re doing great.”

Saiyaman kept fingering you with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. His gloves were soaked. He wanted nothing more than to take his helmet off and devour your juices, but he didn’t want to risk exposing his identity. If only he wore his sunglasses and turban…

“Well citizen, it’s time for the main course! Are you ready?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Saiyaman took a gulp and lined up his penis with your vagina. You just now fully realized just how big it was. You were excited but also a bit nervous.

“Alright citizen, it’s for me to take your repayment!”

He then thrusts into you. You didn’t expect such fast movements from the man who had just been so soft. But you weren’t complaining at all. He was so rough and animalistic.

As Saiyaman grew closer to climaxing, he started to think of all kinds of things. It was like something awoke within him. Things such as biting you or tying you up. But he quickly pushed these thoughts away. He’s a hero after all!

“Are you about to cum, citizen?”

“Y-Yes Saiyaman… I am!”

“Let’s release together then!”

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, as the two of you reached climax together. He was too engrossed in the throes of pleasure that he forgot to pull out. The idea of you becoming pregnant with his baby, someone you thought you didn’t even know, was really appealing to him however. He wanted to keep his cock inside of you for much longer, but he knew he had to go.

Eventually he did pull out and helped clean you up. He treated you with such care.

“Um… If you’d like to stay the night you can… Saiyaman…”

“That is an appealing offer, however I have to uphold justice, and bad guys could be roaming the streets at any time!” He said as he began to put his clothes back on. He could still smell your scent from his gloves and it made him want to do everything all over again.

“However citizen if you are ever in trouble, call for Great Saiyaman, vanquisher of evil and ally of justice, and I will be there to save you!” He said while striking a pose.

You laughed before saying, “Well if I can repay you in ways like this then maybe I should get into trouble again~”

Your flirting made Saiyaman almost lose his cool, and he quickly gave his goodbyes and flew off.

He returned home rather late, which made his mother quite angry. He was quite worried that she would find out about what he did, but thankfully he wasn’t caught.

The next day at school some people were talking about the Great Saiyaman, most insulting him for his outfit and mannerisms. You, however, stuck up for him, saying how he’s a true hero.

“You agree that Great Saiyaman is amazing, right Gohan?”

Your classmate, and best friend, Son Gohan, nodded. He had been acting odd all day. His face had been red and he had been looking away from you.

“Y-Yeah I guess…”

[masterjedilenawrites]

For the cuddles and snuggles prompts, I offer you number 19, hugging/holding them from behind, for either Rexy Boy, Fives, or Howzer (whichever one strikes the inspo!)? I think any of them being hugged from behind would be adorable and/or dorky <3

@eternal-transcience

Snuggle Drabbles #2

Howzer x reader | 550 words

Content: fluff, hugs, reader has a family

Prompt: Hugging them from behind

Howzer was perfect.

Standing so naturally, so confidently amongst your family. Easily laughing along to your dad's corny jokes. Flawlessly timing his compliments of your mom's home. Fitting in with the quirky and sometimes chaotic dynamic your family had as if he'd been here the whole time. You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, holding the salad bowl you were supposed to be preparing, and instead watching him with so much adoration you worried you'd collapse from the weight of it.

He'd been so nervous, too, meeting your family. It wasn't common for clones to be in a relationship, let alone one so serious as to warrant bringing a whole family into it. He'd had no idea that was even a thing you were interested in until you'd asked if he was ready. And then he'd spent the whole week asking questions. How was he supposed to act? What was he supposed to say?

So to see him like this now, so much more at ease, no trace of apprehension left on his relaxed features, also made you burst with pride. Your man was up for any challenge.

Eventually your dad left the conversation to check on the grill, and your mom decided to run to bathroom before dinner. You quickly snatched the opportunity. You sat down the salad bowl on the closest nearby surface and made your way up behind him. Howzer was distracted, gazing across the yard, and so he made a startled grunt once he felt your arms snaking around his middle from behind.

"What are you doing there?" he asked through the chuckle that followed.

You pressed your face into his back and smiled, knowing he'd feel it. "I just missed you, s'all."

"Missed me?" His hands encircled your arms, rubbing them gently. "You weren't gone that long."

"Felt like it," you mumbled.

He hummed. "Didn't realize dumping a bag of lettuce into a bowl was so taxing."

You had to release him briefly in order to swat at him for that. "Shh! Don't tell my mom it came out of a bag! She thinks I still have a garden."

His body started to shake with amusement in your hold. "Oh, is that what those weeds on your patio were supposed to be?"

You swatted again, only for him to capture your wrist and use it to pull you around to face him. You kept your body and one arm snuggly pressed against him as you moved.

"Hi," he smiled down at you.

"Hi," you whispered sweetly back. It was like you were sharing a secret. Just the two of you. It didn't even matter that your dad was likely sneaking looks over his shoulder or that your siblings would probably start teasing as soon as they made their way outside.

"You're perfect, you know," you said.

Howzer chuckled nervously. "I don't know about that..."

"You are," you repeated. It was fact.

Before he could protest further, you leaned back into him and hugged him fully. You turned your head to rest against his chest and for a moment caught your dad awkwardly trying to appear as if he hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time. You simply smiled and let yourself enjoy the moment for however much longer it would last.

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[casdeans-pie]

"Close Your Eyes, Dean."

The field he’d chosen was empty and wide open, with grass swaying lazily in a calm breeze, lit up brightly by the roundness of a large full moon. Almost too perfect – as all nights in Jack’s Heaven were.

But it was a great spot for what he wanted, Dean thought.

“C’mon man, I’m already dead, this body in heaven isn’t even real. What’s seeing your true form gonna do? Burn out my non-existent eyes?”

“It might,” Cas rumbled. A muscle twitched in his clenched jaw.

 “You’re such a shitty liar, you know that right?”

Cas sighed and his broad shoulders slumped down into a slouch that made his trench coat look baggy and crumpled on him. His eyebrows downturned as he looked up at Dean from under his lashes and sad, sad hooded eyes. “I don’t…” he started, swallowed, and tried again, “I don’t want you to see me any differently. This is more me than anything else now.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his mouth, guilt twisting in his gut – unable to resist the power of that expression. “Dammit Cas, I won’t pressure you, but you know nothin’ like that is gonna bother me. So what if you’ve got tentacles or a hundred eyes or whatever-”

“-I don’t have tentacles,” Cas interjected.

“-Point is, you’ll always be this dorky little guy to me no matter what you’ve got stuffed inside,” Dean said.

Cas squinted his eyes and straightened up. “That feels like a backhanded compliment.”

Dean laughed with enough force that his head threw backwards. He shook his head with amusement and felt himself mirroring the smile he’d finally coaxed out of Cas.

Dean reached over and patted his shoulder fondly. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep working on being sincere.”

Green eyes met blue, and Dean’s chest warmed with the intensity of his affection.

Cas was still looking at him with a sad tilt to his eyes, but the pain had gone out of his expression. Moonlight highlighted strands of his dark hair, ruffling slightly in the breeze, and picked out the blue colour of his tie against his white shirt. It was just Cas. No matter what.

Dean took a breath and looked up at Heaven’s stars, shining in a pattern that he wondered if Jack had designed himself. Probably. The kid loved stuff like that.

“I mean it though Cas. Nothing you show me’s gonna change how I feel,” Dean said. Exactly what those feelings were, he wasn’t exactly sure… but that was a train of thought for another day. One life changing event at a time. Dean brought his gaze back down, though he swore he could still see the stars reflected in the blue of Cas’ eyes. “You’ve seen me at some of my worst, man. You literally met me in Hell.”

Cas stared with such dedicated focus, like Dean was the only thing that was worth paying attention to in the whole world, and it made pleasant sparks skitter through his veins.

But Cas said nothing in reply, he simply waited for Dean to continue, as if he was always enraptured by anything he had to say.

It was an intensity that Dean had so much affection for. So much. So freaking much-

“You saw me as a Demon,” Dean said quickly, drowning out his thoughts before he could go to a place that he knew was coming but wasn’t quite ready for tonight. “And you still… You still saved me. You still stayed with me. You still said… Shit, what did I even look like as a Demon? Like, my ‘true face’ or whatever?” Dean tripped over his words as he struggled to push down his feelings. “Actually, y’know what, I don’t wanna know- doesn’t matter-”

“You were beautiful,” Cas said in a warm, quiet rumble, even though his gaze was still just as intense. “You’ve always been beautiful. Even then. You’re still just Dean Winchester, no matter what. The most beautiful soul I’ve ever encountered and ever will.”

“Cas…” Dean sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, while those skittering pleasant tingles across his skin increased. There was a warmth at the back of his neck and a heat blazing in his chest. He swallowed thickly, past the lump growing in his throat. “Then you know I feel about seeing Angel-You,” he eventually managed, keeping the eye contact.

Cas finally blinked and looked down at his feet. He shuffled them a little and it was such a nervous human gesture that it made Dean smile.

“Close your eyes,” Cas commanded, in a voice that reminded Dean of when they first met.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up in excitement. “Seriously? You’re doing it?” Cas gave him a flat look and Dean held up his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay, I just- I mean, this is gonna be awesome.”

“Close your eyes, Dean.”

The commanding tone coupled with Cas saying his name certainly did something to him, but again, not the time to examine that. Dean cleared his throat and closed his eyes. Everything went dark. “This the part where you tell me, ‘Be not afraid’?”

A bright blue light shined past his eyelids and Dean shielded them with his arm, while he became aware of a shrill noise that rose higher and higher until he had to abandon his eyes for pressing his hands flat over his ears. He scrunched his face tight at the assault to his senses.

Finally, the light faded and there was silence.

“Cas? You, uh- you okay there, buddy?” Dean asked, with his eyes still closed, guilt and concern churning in his gut.

-It is safe to open your eyes-

Dean winced again at the high-pitched whining that accompanied the voice, like bad feedback from a busted stereo.

-Apologies… It has been… a while since I’ve used this frequency-

The whining noise stopped mid-sentence and Dean could finally just hear the voice. Cas’ voice. His true voice. It sounded like a mixture of twinkling wind chimes and a single, long, resonant note plucked on the string of a harp.

Dean flung his eyes wide open and felt his whole body lock up at the sight. “Cas?” he croaked, almost unable to believe what he was looking at.

Gone was the man in the trench coat and tie, and in his place stood what looked like a giant crow – easily the size of a house. The huge crow was covered in gleaming black feathers, giving off a sparkle of blue that shimmered and glowed in the air around it, and Dean noticed that the feathers themselves, seemingly black at first, shined with an iridescent spectrum whenever they moved slightly and caught the moonlight. Its black, almost scaly legs ended in silver talons that looked like they were made from the same material as an Angel Blade, the same silver that its sharply curved beak seemed to be made of. It flashed wickedly as the crow leaned down to preen its chest feathers suddenly, like a nervous habit. When it straightened back up Dean’s attention shifted to the long, thin ring above its head – spinning slowly and blazing with a fiercely bright blue fire that cracked and popped blue embers into the night. They floated up and disappeared, past the faint outlines of many blue eyes that were suspended above the halo, blinking in and out of focus.

Finally, Dean looked at the crow’s face. Straight into two glowing blue eyes.

Not a crow.

Castiel.

Cas.

-Uh... Be not afraid?-

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Continued in part 2 soon