#if its really that bad watch it on double speed?????

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im so sorry i hate that one guy who makes like 'adhd version' s of regular videos. that is an 8 minute video if you need an 'adhd version' we have bigger issues. jesus fucking christ i hate that chanel

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Wandavision Double Feature (Agatha Harkness x f!reader)

Part I: And … Action!

Part II: Slice Of Life

In this Episode it is the 60s and the more you settle into the idyllic housewife lifestyle, the more tension between you and Agatha rises. You finally get a taste of what you crave.

Content/Warnings: Imbalanced power dynamic, Agatha has a dubious moral compass, Alcohol consumption, Smut, Hair Pulling, Mommy kink, Praise kink, Corruption Kink low key, Oral fixation, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Dom!Agatha (for now), does the Hex count as Housewife Roleplay? This whole thing is housewife roleplay.

Tags: @chiar4anna <3

I was gonna give you angst this week, but then the Big Sad slapped me across the face, so you’re getting soft lovely smutty fantasies first and angst when I stop being a sensitive baby! Until then, enjoy your stay at Sin City! Once again big big big smooch to @msharkness who beta reads for me without complaining, you speed my process up so much you have no idea!

To both yours and Agatha’s delight, you turned out to be quite the natural around the house. Within just a few days, you’d settled into a comfortable routine.

Breakfast always was on Agatha, who was always up before you, slipping past the guest room quietly so as to not wake you up.

When you came downstairs an hour later, hair curled and lips painted what you assumed to be red, the exact way she’d taught you, there were always eggs and bacon, slices of toast and coffee steaming hot already waiting for you. Agatha scrunched her nose up at the amount of sweetener you put into your coffee, and you rolled her eyes at her every time. And maybe you started putting even more sweetener into your coffee just to watch her do that face again, little wrinkles around her eyes as she squinted, upper lips curling as she shook her head. But that was a secret you’d take to the grave.

After you ate, you brought a plate of breakfast down into the dungeon.

It was still … odd to know Ralph was just down there, and if you thought about it too long, a cold shudder went down your spine. But, you brought him fresh food twice a day, and every time you came downstairs you could hear his Xbox running. You never lingered around too long, always rushed back upstairs, where the place smelled of lavender, roses and something simmering on the stove. Wanda had a whole town under mind control, including everyone you knew. A single guy in Agatha’s basement really wasn’t that bad in comparison. Right?

Next off, you fed the bunny. Señor Scratchy seemed to just move around the house freely, although his favourite room was the one deep down in the dungeon, where the Darkhold levitated in the middle of the seven-cornered room with its sculptures of creatures, people and abstract shapes on the walls. And, most days at least, the little furball was munching on kale or carrots in one corner or another. You could only assume the rabbit was also some type of magick, or maybe it was just oblivious to the unsettling energy surrounding the book levitating right in the same room.

By the time you had fed the bunny, Agatha had either left the house to show up wherever Wanda was that day, or she sat in the living room, nose buried in one of her heavy, centuries old books. You shuffled around the house, kept the place clean, made tea for the two of you, and sometimes you tried to focus on one of the books she’d assigned you to read. However, especially when you were in the living room together, focusing on old, handwritten letters on yellow paper proved quite difficult. And it had less to do with the difficulties of outdated language and everything with the entire situation: Agatha lounging on the couch with her feet kicked up on the coffee table, wide skirts pooling around her, dark hair pinned back behind her ears, brows always slightly furrowed when she was focussing.

Why read about ages old legends when you could be looking at her instead?

There hadn’t been a conversation about the other night, but … something was different ever since you returned from your first little stake out. She kept you on your toes, made you jump when she suddenly brushed up against you, let her hands linger on your hip, or your lower back, and sometimes even your cheek or neck.

When she left the house she always called „See you later, honey!“, towards wherever in the house you were bustling around. And every night when she returned, she announced herself with a wholehearted „Honey, I‘m home!“

While the housewife role wasn’t something you had ever planned for in your future, you proved to be quite the natural. Or at least, Agatha made you feel like you were. She never missed a chance to comment on how nice it was that someone kept the place clean, how much she enjoyed dinner, how lovely it was to see your face when Wanda had dragged her to meet with the other wives again. That one almost made you drop the fork of food halfway to your mouth already, and you quickly feigned a coughing fit, face burning hot as you stared down at your plate, anywhere but right at her. In hindsight, you couldn’t tell whether the foot grazing up your calf was real or pure imagination.

You quickly learned that Agatha had a sweet tooth. Whenever you had the time to bake, whole trays of cookies or pies would disappear at a rapid pace, never surviving much more than three days. On Saturday night, after Wanda had kept her busy especially late with some dinner plans Agatha refused to explain to you, you came downstairs to find Agatha sat on the floor in front of the open fridge, rollers in her hair, a silk robe over her nightdress, eating a plum pie you‘d made right from the tray. There was an open bottle of red wine behind her on the kitchen counter.

„I was saving that for tomorrow you know“, you commented, and her head shot up in surprise, eyes wide for a millisecond before she realized it was just you, and her signature smirk returned to her lips.

„I guess you’ll have to make more tomorrow then“, her bottom lip pushed forward in a mocking pout, „That’s too bad!“ For a moment you just held her eye contact, watching the act slowly leave her face, until she was smirking

With a roll of your eyes you walked over, sitting down cross legged on the cool kitchen floor beside her.

„Good girl“, she hummed, and it was fleeting, rolling off her tongue as casually as a greeting. But you felt your heart do a leap in your chest, biting down on your bottom lip hard.

Agatha handed you the wine bottle, her thigh brushing up against yours, and as you took a large sip, she filled her fork up with whipped cream and pie crust. When she turned to you instead of eating it herself, you almost choked on the bitter liquor on your tongue. Pressing your lips together to suppress a cough, you swallowed, wide eyes staring at the fork in front of you and then at her.

Her brows wandered up, tilting her head to the sight ever so slightly. „Come on, honey“, she purred, and you felt her voice echo through your entire body, „Open up.“

For a moment, you just stared at her, wide eyed, your heart fluttering in your chest. You‘d never been more grateful that your thoughts were completely unavailable to her, because the ideas flashing through your mind were way too intimate, way too inappropriate. But then again, you were far from normal circumstances.

Your lips parted and she pushed the fork past them, never once tearing her eyes from your lips as you closed them around the metal, tasting cream and cinnamon and plum on your tongue. She pulled the fork out of your mouth way slower than necessary, watching every inch of it, her own lips parting. You felt her breath on your face, surprised by how hot the gentle gush of air hit your cheek. And when you swallowed, you felt her eyes on your throat, watching the exposed skin move, dipping lower to where nothing but flimsy fabric covered you up.

„A-“

“Shhh“, a hand on your cheek, fingers hooking underneath your chin to force you to look up at her. As if you wanted to look anywhere else right now.

„Silence, honey“, she breathed, tilting your head to one side, and then to the other. You weren’t sure if she was actually scanning your face or just seeing if you would let her. Which, of course, you did. You melted like soft butter under her touch, letting her shape you in any way she pleased. The realisation almost scared you.

A soft little sound left Agatha’s lips, a hum so quiet, if you hadn’t felt it against your skin, you probably would have missed it. She was so, so close, her face almost blurred before you. Her eyes were dark and unreadable, but there was a little twinkle in her gaze, the idea of something wicked. If only you‘d lean in one more inch—

Her lips were on yours. She was soft, so endlessly soft, and she fit perfectly against the curve of your own lips. A surprised gasp left your mouth, slipping right into hers. The world was spinning, one blur of black, white and endless shades of grey. If it wasn’t for your hand finding her shoulder, you would have lost any sense of direction. Up, down, left, right, none of it mattered. Not right now. Not with her lips on yours, with the taste of plum on your tongue, your fingers digging into the thin fabric of her nightgown, pulling her closer.

A low moan left her lips, you felt the sound vibrate against your lips. You gasped, and Agatha took the opportunity to slide her tongue between your lips, prodding gently, as if asking for permission. Your hand tightened on her shoulders, lips parting wider. The whine that left your throat when her tongue licked over yours was high and came from deep inside your stomach. Her hand found your chest, and before you knew it, she pushed you down firmly. Your back hit the cool tiled floor and you squeaked at the feeling. Her lips broke from yours, leaning away enough to look at you through heavy lashes. Agatha was on top of you, one hand pinning you firmly to the ground, the other supporting herself, propped up just beside your head. A few strands of hair had freed themselves from her rollers, falling around her face like a picture frame and her eyes, oh her eyes. They were dark with lust, glinting in the half darkness of the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed, you could tell even in the color drained world you were caught in. Whether it was from the wine or the kiss, you couldn’t tell. But God, you hoped it was the latter.

„Agatha“, you gasped. The hand that wasn’t fisting the silk of her nightgown found her arm, and you ran your fingers down her bare skin, delighted to feel goosebumps on your trail. You reached her wrist, fingers curling around it. „Agatha“, you repeated, holding eye contact as you dragged her hand slowly up your chest, past your collarbones, toward your throat. „I .. I want you-“

She was gone just as fast as she’d been on you. Her absence left a longing so much more urgent than before. You suddenly felt very cold on the floor. The silk of her nightgown slipped from your grip, and before you knew it she was back on her feet, snagging the half empty wine bottle from the kitchen island. She stared at it for a moment, and you caught a shake of her head as you wrapped your gown around you tighter. Suddenly, you felt very naked in the flimsy fabric.

„Agatha!“, you pushed yourself up, right behind her as she paced the tiled floor towards the door.

To your surprise, she turned around immediately. And to your relief, there was a smile on her face, even if it was small. But it was better than anything else.

Her free hand came up to cup your face, and you leaned into her touch before you even realised it.

„You should try to get some sleep, honey“, she said, her voice low and raw, none of the melodic singsong she put on when she talked to Wanda. This was Agatha, a centuries old witch with powers beyond your comprehension. Who had just made out with you on the kitchen floor.

„You work so hard around the house, you need some rest. And I have to prepare for the stupid meeting tomorrow. I‘ll see you for dinner tomorrow.“ In the half dark it was hard to tell, but you swore you saw her wink at you, before turning around on her heel, nightgown swishing through the air. You stood in the dark kitchen for a moment longer, fingers rubbing over the spot where her palm had pinned you down, still feeling the ghost of her touch lingering.

Something had changed tonight, and you knew there was no going back from this now. It was exhilarating.

…

Not even 24 hours later you were putting away freshly cleaned dishes. You’d made falafel bowls for dinner, and while Agatha had scolded you for not sticking to era accurate food, she had dug in and hummed with content, pointing out how much she missed the bigger variety of food the present day offered.

You did too. And music, you missed listening to something that wasn’t the same ten songs on the one single vinyl you’d found in the house.

While stacking freshly dried plates over each other, you couldn’t help but hum a tune that definitely wasn’t from the 60s. Neither of you had mentioned the prior night, and Agatha had left even earlier than usual this morning. In her absence, you had made another, identical pie like she‘d requested, that was cooling down on the kitchen island as you cleaned up. A part, no, every part of you hoped she��d comment on it, and then you could talk about it, and maybe you could kiss her again, longer this time, and maybe —

Suddenly, you felt a hand sneak around your waist. A palm came to rest on your stomach, pulling you back into the warm body behind you just slightly. The plates you held clinked together dangerously, and you put them down quickly, before you could drop them. On your heel, you spun around, and now the two of you were flush against each other, front to front, the kitchen counter pressed into your back. She’d been quiet all day, still frustrated with Wanda randomly changing the era of TV you were in, but you knew better than to ask too many questions. Now, you could basically feel the frustration cling to her, tension in the body pressed up against yours. It was exhilarating.

„Go sit“, Agatha told you, voice low while glancing from your wide eyes to your slightly parted lips and back. There was that twinkle in her eyes again, the same one from last night, when you two ate pie on the kitchen floor at 2 am. „I'll clean up tonight.“

„I don’t mind…“ you started, but the words got stuck in your throat when suddenly, a single index finger brushed over your bottom lip. Goosebumps rose on your arms, your neck, your entire skin. Agatha tilted her head, her other hand running over your exposed arm, chuckling at the goose skin.

„Just sit down," she repeated, more firmly. There was a smirk on her painted lips, eyes unreadable. „You deserve it.“

„But-“, this time, she shut your protest down by pushing her finger right past your lips the moment you parted them.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening, a high pitched sound leaving you from the back of your throat.

Agatha’s other hand slid around to the small of your back, tightening its grip, fabric of your dress creasing under her touch. Her stare never left yours, tip of her finger pressing down on your tongue, brows raised in silent expectation. A flash of heat shot up your spine, and if it wasn’t for the furniture right behind you, you might have melted into a puddle on the ground right now.

Once your initial surprise had worn off, your lips closed around her finger, tongue licking up against the pad of her finger. Agatha’s bright eyes were focused on your mouth, watching every microscopic movement, pupils wide and dark as you slowly, shakily began to suck her finger.

You couldn’t breathe, too scared to change even the smallest thing about the moment to do so. You could feel yourself trembling, and knew she could too, as another little whine left your throat, starting to bob your head back and forth, once, twice, settling into a rhythm.

Agatha watched you the entire time, her body pressed flush against you, hips pinning you to the kitchen counter. Her own lips were parted slightly, her breath hot on your face. She pulled her finger away, the curve of her mouth forming a subtle smirk as you gasped, sucking in a deep breath.

„You forgot to breathe“, she pointed out, a low chuckle before her finger came up, gently tapping the tip of your nose.

Your shoulders slumped, leaning against the counter to stay upright. You could feel the little wet spot of your own saliva on the tip of your nose. With the back of your hand, you wiped it off.

„Agatha-“

The witch let out a groan, her hands coming to rest on the counter on either side of you. She was leaning against the surface, so close to you without touching, and her forehead was wrinkled when her eyes found you after a long, exasperated sigh.

„Do you ever turn that pretty head of yours off for one second?“ Her lips quirked up into a knowing little smile, and she leaned forwards, her lips so close to yours, you could feel her breath ghost over your skin. Memories of how they felt against yours flooded your mind, her tongue dragging over yours, the taste of plums and jam. You swallowed hard, and Agatha watched your throat move without shame. Her pupils were dark, dragging up your neck, over your lips before holding eye contact again. The familiar twinkle in her bright eyes was a clear challenge.

„Do I make you nervous?“, she drawled and you felt one of her hands find the fabric of your dress, running over the little buttons holding it together in the front. Her index and middle finger ran up your front, all the way to the first open button right over your cleavage, where they hooked underneath the cotton. You gasped.

Agatha smirked as her eyes never left your heaving chest, watching the goosebumps on your skin rise.

„I bet you’ve done a lot of thinking today, huh?“ Her nail dug underneath the next button on your dress. Just one flick of her finger, and it came undone, the top of your bra peeking out. Delicate lace, one of the most revealing ones you‘d found in your period accurate closet. The wire was incredibly uncomfortable, but the way her lips parted just the smallest bit, tip of her tongue darting out as she undid another button, revealing more of the undergarment was worth the discomfort at least ten times.

„Naughty“, she commented, head tilting to the side. „Last night really hasn’t left your mind.“

All you could do was shake your head.

„Good.“ With a swift motion, she’d grabbed your undone collar with both hands, tugging the dress open and down your shoulders. Cold air touched your skin, skin that you desperately wanted her hands on. The high, breathy moan that left your mouth told her as much.

One of Agatha‘s brows raised in amusement. She was looking at you like a lioness ready to pounce. God, you hoped she would.

Her hands found your shoulders, palms running over your skin, smirk widening at your eyes fluttering shut as you sucked in the air sharply.

„So responsive“, Agatha purred, fingers running over your collarbones. Your chest pushed forward into her touch as if on instinct and she complied without hesitation. Her palms cupped the swell of your breasts, fingertips pressing into the silky fabric covering them, thumbs running over where your nipples hardened against lace.

You wanted to say something, tell her to just shut up and kiss you, beg her to touch you, to tear the last pieces of fabric off your body and take everything from you right now on the counter. But the words wouldn’t travel from your brain to your lips, so instead, you reached behind yourself, finding the clasps holding your bra together. A few moments of fumbling and then you had done it, the straps on your shoulders loosening, the fabric falling away from your body like a shell you‘d outgrown.

Agatha’s mouth fell open in a surprised „Oh!“, and the sound made your heart attempt to leap out of your chest. Her fingers pulled the fabric away from you, exposing bare skin, and the piece dropped to the ground somewhere besides you carelessly. Dark pupils were fixed on your bare chest and her hands returned to their original position, squeezing the soft flesh. Her thumbs running in featherlight circles over your bare nipples had your head roll back, and you let the low moan escape your throat without holding back. Agatha caught your gaze holding eye contact as she leaned down.

„Hold yourself up“, she purred, and you had just enough time to grasp the counter behind you with both hands before her lips were on you.

She planted a soft kiss to the rounded flesh of your breast, and then grazed her teeth over the same spot dragging just a little lower. Soft, wet lips closed around your nipple, sucking the sensitive skin in, where she then ran her tongue around it in little circles.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut and one of your hands found her dark hair, nails grazing over her scalp as she snickered against your nipple, the vibrations shooting right through your spine.

„Ag- Ah!“, your voice was weaved with desire and she was right, if you weren’t holding yourself up with your other arm, your knees would have given out.

Agatha released your nipple with a wet pop, saliva coating your breast and her lips, a sight that made your stomach curl into a tight, burning hot knot. Bright eyes found yours and she held eye contact as her teeth slowly sank into the soft skin just above your nipple. The pain was sharp and hot, not enough to draw blood, but enough to fuel the fire she‘d started within you. Your hand in her hair gripped tighter, pulling her up towards you. She chuckled against your skin, not letting your urgency rush her in the slightest.

Instead, she placed a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses from your chest over your collarbone all the way up your neck. Her tongue darted out right at the spot just underneath your earlobe, and you mewled at the feeling. One hand came up to cup your jaw and she held you in place, taking her sweet time as her lips continued their journey along your jawline, up your chin. When she finally reached your lips, you leaned forwards expectantly, but her hold tightened, keeping you just out of reach.

„Agathaaa“, you whined, and genuinely had to resist the urge to stomp your foot. Of course, that only made her laugh, brows raised as she held you less than an inch away from her lips.

„You can have what you want“, she murmured, tongue darting out to wet her own bottom lip. And, you were sure of that, to taunt you further. It worked. „If you can tell me exactly what that is.“

A long, exasperated sigh left your mouth, fingers running through her dark curls.

„I‘ve wanted you to kiss me for the past ten minutes“, you mumbled, but that wasn’t quite true. You took a deep breath. „I‘ve wanted you to kiss me since the moment I stepped into this house.“

„That‘s my good girl“, she purred, finger running along your jaw, „I knew you had it in you.“

Finally, instead of keeping you just out of reach, she pulled you in. Your lips crashed together and it was nothing like last night.

Last night was too careful, almost anxious. You’d dipped a single finger into the waters to test the temperature, and if you weren’t in the position you were in right now, a part of you would have wondered if it had all just been a dream.

But now you were on fire. You‘d tested the waters, and now you were jumping right in. Agatha pushed her tongue past your lips with intent, and a moan slipped out as you granted her entry. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against her as your fingers dug into her hair, no care for the pins holding her curls in place.

Teeth clashed against teeth and you felt her groan against you, kicking your legs open before slotting a knee up between them.

You squealed, stomach twisting with desire, pulling away just enough to look her in the eyes. They were tainted with pure, unadulterated lust.

„Take me“, you panted against her lips, barely breaking contact enough to speak properly. „Take me now, Agatha. Please."

Her hands found your hips, giving the dress that had gathered there one last firm tug. It all fell to the ground, fabric pooling around your feet, easy to step out of.

„Such a quick learner“, she murmured, eyes raking down your body, over the garters holding your stockings up, the thin nylon covering your legs, the ruffles of your underwear. „You really are quite something, honey.“

Her forehead rested against yours for a moment, hot skin against skin as her fingers dug into the soft flesh right over your hips. „Turn around“, she commanded, voice low and heavy, more of a groan than anything else, a movement right against your own lips that left you breathless.

With one swift motion, you were flipped around, her hips pinning yours against the marble counter. A hand ran up your bare back, fingertips teasingly tracing the edge of your garterbelt before trailing up your spine, until her palm was right between your shoulder blades, pressing you down against the cool marble. You sucked in a sharp breath, and the sound made her chuckle. She enjoyed the power she had over you. Always had, since the moment she offered you a deal. But back then, you hadn’t realised just how much you wanted her in control, how much you craved it.

And yet here you were, her hand holding you firmly in place, knees pushed apart as her fingers slowly traced over the edges of your undergarments. Since you‘d moved on from the 50s style to a decade later, you had been able to drop the corset from your everyday wear, but still, as her nails dragged over the curve of your ass, digging underneath the elastic just to let it snap back against your skin, you wished there was still a little less fabric keeping you from her.

Hell, you‘d probably have to throw this pair of underwear out after this anyway. You were absolutely drenched.

Agatha’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass. Simultaneously, you felt her lips ghost over your ear, her body leaning over yours, pushing you further into the countertop. Her nails poked into your skin, leaving little crescent marks in their place.

„A part of me wants to spank that pretty ass of yours raw“, her voice dripped with sweetness, you swallowed hard.

„But how could I, when you’ve been nothing but good for me since you got here.“

She let go of your butt, gently rubbing over the little marks her nails left behind before dipping lower. Her tongue darted out, running over the shell of your ear. You whined, pushing back into her touch. You could feel her gentle hum vibrate against your ear. Her fingers found your clothed core, three fingers dragging slowly up and down the soaked fabric. You felt her breath hitch.

„So, so good“, Agatha purred, poking just over where nothing but white ruffles kept her from sliding right inside your drenched cunt.

„Tell me you want me.“

Your head was spinning, legs shaking, and the tight knot that had formed on your stomach wanted nothing more but to finally explode, so you almost didn’t catch her words. When you responded, your voice was weak, a mere whimper, and under any other circumstances you would have been embarrassed. But the more pathetic you sounded, the more you melted under her, the more Agatha seemed to delight in you. And right now, the only thing you could ever want was to please her, to hear her purr sweet praises in your ear, to finally have her way with you. Good God.

„I need you“, you rasped, and your needy plea was rewarded with a lingering kiss on your shoulder. Her fingers ran over your clothed centre one more time, and feeling her graze over your clit made your entire body shudder.

„I need you so bad“, you mewled, „Agatha please, I- Please just fuck me already.“

„Hm, mouthy“, she chuckled, teeth grazing over your skin one more time before she leaned back up. Her absence over you left your shoulders cold, but it was worth it when you felt her hand guide yours to the edge of the counter besides you.

„Hold tight honey. Yes, exactly like that.“ Two fingers hooked under the elastic of your underwear and you gasped.

„You‘re doing so well for me“, Agatha purred. Her free hand ran up your spine again, this time she wandered over the back of your neck, right to where her fingers could dig into your hair, that hadn’t been the intricate style you‘d pinned it into that morning for a hot minute then.

Her fist closed around the strands, twisting them in her grip until you felt a tug, back arching in response. You heard Agatha moan at the sight and you instinctively pushed your shoulders back even further back arched, ass pushed back, her fingers ghosting over the soft skin on your thigh.

„Gorgeous“, she hummed, grip on your roots tightening, „So good for Mommy, aren’t you?“

And then, at last, her fingers pushed past the fabric of your underwear, right between your folds, slick with arousal. She slid right through you, fingertips pressing down right onto your swollen clit. Desire pulsated through your veins.

„Agatha!“, you cried out, knuckles white as you held onto the countertop for dear life.

„What was that?“, she lulled, teasing, fingers staying right where they were. Your hips stuttered, trying to push down into the touch, but her grip on your hair kept you in position.

„Ah!“, your breath hitched, your mind was mush. „M.. Mommy please!“

Her fingers circled around the bundle of nerves they were pushing up against and you moaned with relief. That was exactly what you needed right now.

„You didn’t think I missed the way that makes you tick, did you honey?“ The low laugh behind you sounded almost evil, and it shot through your body right to your core. You were sure she could feel your pulse through your throbbing clit, swollen under her circular motions.

“You’re so easy“, she purred right by your ear, giving your clit one more swirl of her fingertips, „You‘re an open book to me honey.“

Her index finger slowly wandered downwards, collecting your liquid arousal on its way. Her lips found the back of your neck, pulling you up into her by your hair.

„And this is a spell I can do with the flick of a finger.“

Her finger slipped into you with no warning. You gasped, eyes pressed shut at the sudden intrusion.

Agatha hummed, holding her finger still for a moment, giving you the chance to adjust. „You‘re doing so well honey.“ Slowly, she dragged it back out, before pushing right back inside, all the way to the knuckle. „Taking it so well for Mommy.“

Her thumb grazed over your clit, and if she hadn’t such a tight grip in your hair, your head would have fallen forward.

Again, she thrust her finger, settling for a gentle, slow rhythm. You pushed back into her touch on instinct. You needed more. More of her inside of you, more sweet words dripping down your back like honey, more of her lips on your skin.

The latter was granted without even having to say anything. Agatha pressed her lips to the spot just behind your earlobe and the moan you let out in response was guttural.

„That‘s right“, you could feel her lips move against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. „Let me hear you.“

Her hand slowed down and you almost let out a frustrated mewl. But then, you felt a second finger prodding at your entrance, and the stretch made you hiss instead.

Slowly, she began to pick up a rhythm with two fingers this time, her back pressed to yours as she held you tight in place. The slight pain of her tugging on your hair mixed beautifully with the slow, steady motion of her fingers thrusting in and out of you, until all you felt was hot, white pleasure like stars dancing before your eyes.

Agatha’s lips trailed a line of kisses down your neck, her fingers speeding up with every time her lips met your bare skin.

Heat pooled in your stomach, the knot tightening. You were on a rollercoaster, rapidly approaching the very top of the ride, bracing yourself for the fall.

„Agatha“, you gasped, and then immediately corrected, „Mommy.“

She stopped her trail of kisses on your shoulder. „Let go honey“, she hummed, tongue running over the little mark she’d sucked into your skin, „Let yourself go for Mommy.“

Again, her thumb found your clit, fingers twisting inside of you. Her rhythm picked up, tips of her fingers grazing over your insides with every thrust. You felt every muscle in your body tighten, cunt clenching down on her hand,your knuckles white as they were gripping the countertop in a vice like grip. .

„Just like that“, Agatha’s voice was low, merely a whisper. And then her teeth found your skin, brushing over your shoulder for a moment before sinking into the flesh. You cried out, head falling back into the fist that held your hair tight.

The knot in your stomach exploded. A shiver ran down your spine, over your back and arms and your entire body as release washed over you like a cool tidal wave, drowning out everything else in its way.

Your hips bucked into her once, twice, and then it was over, and suddenly you felt drained, exhaustion tugging on every part of your body.

Agatha‘s fingers pulled out in one smooth motion, and when you dropped forward onto the counter, her hand gently untangled from your hair.

„Fuck“, you whispered, chest heaving, legs feeling jelly.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you upwards. „Come here“, Agatha’s voice was very soft all of a sudden, steadying your shaky stance against her. You noticed a wet stench on the counter but chose to ignore it for now, instead using your energy to turn around in her grasp.

„Can you stand?“, she asked when your weight leaned into her, arms wrapped around you almost protectively. It felt nice.

Ignoring her question, you leaned forward after turning around and caught her lips in a quick kiss, tasting the salty stench of sweat and sex on her lips.

„I‘m fine, Agatha“, you promised, unable to stop laughing at your own words. „I‘m fucking fantastic, actually.“

Still, she held you at just an arms length, eyeing you up and down.

There were bruises already blooming where your hips had pushed into the hard edge of the counter over and over. Agatha‘s fingers ran over the irritated skin.

„See, we could have done this on the couch if you’d just listen to me.“ Agatha panted, arms wrapped tightly around your shivering form, holding you close. You felt her lips ghost over the crown of your head, placing a featherlight kiss there.

„We could have done this last night in your bed like normal people if you’d just made up your mind then“, you teased back, arms wrapping around her neck as you leaned against her. If it wasn’t for her support, there was no way you‘d still be standing up straight.

Agatha‘s eyes hardened. „If you don’t watch your manners you’re not seeing that bed at all.“

But the kiss she caught your lips in gave her empty threat away immediately. You smiled against her lips, tugging her closer by her neck. A quick peck was placed at the corner of her mouth. Pulling away just enough to catch her eyes, you smirked.

„I don‘t have to be able to read your mind to know that’s not true. But alright“, your hands found hers, tugging her with you as you took a step towards the living room. Your dress lay forgotten on the floor. That was a task for tomorrow, like sanitising the entire kitchen counter.

Right now, you were too busy feeling delighted when Agatha let you tug her towards the living room, unable to tear her eyes off you even for a moment.

„We can have a turn on the couch before we go to bed!“ You chuckled, grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her firmly as you fell backwards onto the couch, pulling Agatha down with you.

[wileys-russo]

ignorance is bliss ficlet II l.williamson x reader

my angry cinnamon roll gf’s 🤭

feel free to read the proper full fic that this is a spin off from here

ignorance is bliss ficlet II l.williamson x reader

"did she say she wasn't coming?" lia asked again with a frown as you shrugged hopelessly, just as clueless to your girlfriends absence from training as the rest of the team, leah now almost an hour late and not answering anyone's calls.

"no she was already up and getting ready when i left, she seemed fine?" you explained, having left before your girlfriend to get a coffee with lotte who had then driven the two of you to training, leahs unusual absence causing a pit of worry to form in the bottom of your stomach.

"oh thank god here she is hold on.” you breathed a sigh of relief as her contact flashed on your screen.

“may i please be excused quickly jonas? its leah." you asked softly, wincing as you interrupted the briefing and felt everyone’s eyes watching on as you hurried out of the room, accepting the call.

"leah where the hell are you? you're late and you're never late! in fact you are always on my case about making us late to things." you rambled, stepping outside and holding the phone to your ear.

"yeah uh, i sort of…ran into some car trouble on the way there." leah replied in a strange tone of voice making you frown. "car trouble? whats happened? are you alright?" you questioned quickly with growing concern, leaning against the wall behind you as your mind raced with all the worst case scenarios.

"well..." leah trailed off and you waited patiently for an answer but there wasn't one. "well? just spit it out lee, as long as you're safe we can fix whatever happened, a car is only something material babe." you assured her softly, feeling your chest tighten with nerves at her obvious hesitation to come clean.

"no no it wasn't an accident or anything I um, well I-" leah danced around her words and you felt your patience thinning, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"isortoflostmylicensecauseigotdonespeedingagainandineedyoutocomeandpickmeup." your girlfriend word vomited so fast you couldn't make out a single word of what she was saying. "what? slower please lee." you pinched at the bridge of your nose, exhaling deeply.

"i sort of lost my license cause i got done speeding again and i need you to come and pick me up…please." leah repeated and your eyes widened as you finally understood, the silence on your side of the line causing leahs stomach to twist into knots.

"please don't be mad i know you're always onto me about it and i really think this is the thing i needed to learn my lesson but- hey are you laughing at me?" leah frowned as you doubled over, resting a hand on your knee as you were indeed laughing at the predicement.

"oi its not funny! i can't drive for three months now!" leah shouted and you could almost hear the stroppy pout which would be forming on the older girls lips.

"it is funny because i did in fact warn you of this time and time again and you never listened. i told you so!" you sung out with a grin, leah somewhat relieved you weren't upset with her but also not appreciating that your amusement was at her expense.

"too bad i wasn't there to flirt your way out of it huh?" you smiled smugly, rewarded with an annoyed huff and a half understood grumbled insult.

"sorry what was that? you're going to walk to training? wonderful i'll see you soon!" you teased, leah yelling out a hasty apology and practically begging you not hang up, something which was more than rare from your normally over confident girlfriend.

"please come get me! i'm stranded and it's really embarrassing, what if someone recognises me?" leah whined and you rolled your eyes that of course that was her biggest concern right now.

"why don't you just sit in the car then while you wait?" you sighed with a small smile, the silence on the other end telling you all you needed to know.

"oh leah....you didn't. not again!" "stop leah'ing me, you sound like my mum!" "oh i can't wait to tell your mum about this." "don't you fucking dare!"

this was not a one off occasion. leah determined to buy the most tricked out car she could had spared no expense on the bells and whistles, though one of these had time and time again meant she’d locked her keys inside the insanely posh vehicle.

"baby i warned you when you bought that stupidly expensive car that the self locking feature would bite you in the ass." "now is so not the time for an i told you so. just come and pick me up!" "come pick you up..." "right now?" "leah!" "sorry. please please please come pick me up gorgeous. i love you?"

"i'll get someone to drive me now. you know you could just get an uber leah." "what did i say about leah'ing me!" ~

"there she is." you pointed out your girlfriend with a grin as katie slowed down a little, leah sat on the curb with her hoodie pulled over her head, clearly attempting to hide herself but the glaringly obvious red and blue arsenal tracksuit did her no favors.

"she looks like that kid who runs away from home gets about five minutes down the road and calls for their parents to come pick them up!" beth laughed at your girlfriends sour expression as you pulled beside her, though you'd note that to the others in the back all pointing and teasing her.

"you had to bring a crowd?" leah grumbled, standing to her feet and crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at beth and laura in the back who were pulling faces at her.

"what’s to say other than we all just had to witness the miracle for ourselves!" katie beamed as you leaned over and whispered something quickly in her ear, the irish woman nodding subtly with a smirk.

"go on then speed demon in ya hop!" katie teased, leah reaching for the door handle as she suddenly jerked the car forward and away from her, the four of you grinning as leahs jaw tightened.

“come on leah, in we get!” laura called out much like you would encourage a dog to return to its owner, which was not lost on leah who gave the younger girl a frighteningly filthy look.

"come on woman we haven't got all day you know!" beth tapped at her wrist mocking the time as once again leah reached for the door and katie moved the car forward slightly, sending the four of you into hysterics like naughty school kids at the back of the bus.

"nah you know what fuck this! i'm walking." your girlfriend fumed, kicking at the back of katies car and storming off down the road. you were quick to unbuckle yourself, jumping out and racing off after her as the girls all called out for her to get in the car.

"baby, get in the car." you grabbed her hand, looking at her with an amused smile as the taller blonde simply glared back at you wordlessly as you wrapped yourself around her in a hug, her arms remaining stoic by her side as she refused to engage in it.

"relax the face, relax the face." you cooed sarcastically and stroked at her forehead and cheeks trying to smooth away the deep frown lines as the defender smacked your hands away but you saw a hint of a smile grace her features as you stole a quick kiss and tugged her back with you towards the car.

leahs frown deepened as she was met with slow claps and she slid in the back beside laura, flipping them all off and sinking down into her seat.

"good news mccabe. as my work wife you have now been promoted and unlocked a new daily task. driving us to training!" you grinned as the irish woman rolled her eyes playfully.

"only if you caress my thigh and hold my hand like you do with blondie darlin." katie smirked at leah through the rear view mirror as you agreed, reaching out to accept her offered hand, intertwing your digits over the middle console.

"mccabe if you'd like to ever walk again i'd suggest you not touch her, or else i may have to accidentally studs up tackle you in every single drill." leah warned seriously, katie only grinning and bringing your intertwined hands up to her mouth, kissing your knuckles as you sarcastically swooned and leah huffed.

"now now don't worry, i'm sure vivs happy to share." beth teased, holding her hand up toward leah expecting her to kiss it as the blonde simply shot her a murderous look and smacked it away.

this was going to be a long three months.

[yeoosaangg]

៹ TALK DIRTY || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 4

➛ PAIRING:: PARK SEONGHWA × FEM!READER × CHOI SAN

➛ NOW PLAYING:: TALK DIRTY — DANIEL DI ANGELO

⤷ ❝I THINK I'M FUCKING ADDICTED TO YOUR BODY, BABY. CAN YOU BLAME ME?❞

➛ GENRE:: IDOL!AU, POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: FREE USE, DEGRADATION, DOUBLE PENETRATION, MARKING, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, OVERSTIMULATION

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

When you got hired as ATEEZ's personal fucktoy, you never expected to fall in love with them.

Your contract expired months ago, but you never left them. They asked you to be their girlfriend and the rest was history.

You cuddle into Seonghwa's side, enjoying your movie night. He chose something random, not really caring about its plot. He just wanted to spend time with you.

San walks in from his room, pulling your bottom half close to him.

Seonghwa smirks, knowing where this was going.

San: What you guys watching?

Y/n: Don't remember the title. But this guy's going around killing everyone. Must be important.

San: Oh, yeah?

He pulls your bottoms off, discarding them on the floor. You won't be needing them anyway.

You resist grinning in excitement, his fingers opening you up with ease.

Seonghwa: Really, San? During movie night?

San: Don't act like your dick isn't getting hard. She's our girlfriend for a reason.

You just stare at the TV, acting blissfully unaware of the conversation. Just like how your boyfriends love it.

Y/n: Look! He found the main bad guy.

San: So interesting, sweetheart.

You know he doesn't give a shit about the movie, but it's fun to indulge the idea he could.

He takes off his sweats, kicking them off somewhere. He aligns his cock into you, moaning at the feeling. You hum, holding back from reacting.

You continue to stare at the TV, loving the way San's cock stretches you out.

Seonghwa unbuttons his jeans and quickly takes them off. He pulls your shirt over your head, growling at the sight of your bare chest.

Seonghwa: Hey, baby. How was your date with Yunho?

He guides your hands to stroke his cock. You mindlessly continue, wanting so bad to take him in your mouth.

Y/n: It was- Mmm- It was so fun. We had a picnic at the park. Picked a spot with a great v-view of the lake.

It's getting really hard to not moan. San's cock hits your g-spot so deliciously.

Seonghwa: I'm glad you had a good time, baby.

He pulls your head down, shoving your head down his cock. His hips slam up into your throat, brutally abusing your mouth.

You desperately want to react having both of them using you like the whore that you are, but you just continue to stare at the TV.

San: I'll be asking Yunho for pictures of your date.

Seonghwa lifts your head, letting you answer San.

Y/n: He took- Hm- He took a lot.

Seonghwa: I bet he did. What'd you wear, darling?

Y/n: Sundress. The yellow one he bought me.

San speeds up, ramming his cock inside you repeatedly. Seonghwa leans forward and starts covering you in hickeys.

Y/n: How was work today?

San: It was great. We went over the choreo and fixed up some vocals in the studio.

Seonghwa: Same here. Nothing too major.

Y/n: Can I- Fuck- Can I visit next time?

San: You can go whenever you want, gorgeous. I bet the others would love to see you.

Y/n: Miss you guys lot when you work.

Seonghwa coos at you. He can see you crumbling at their touch. He can see the drool wanting to spill.

He shoves your head back on his cock. He moans as your tongue rubs the bottom of his shaft.

San: Look at you, so pathetic. Our hungry cockslut doing so well to please us. I can feel you cumming on my cock right now.

Seonghwa: Is she, now? So perfect for us. It's okay to react. We love watching our little whore enjoy herself.

You try to talk, but just choke around the big cock in your mouth.

They find you so cute.

San grabs your hair and pulls you off of Seonghwa, back against his chest. He bites your neck, watching you roll your eyes and fuck yourself on his cock.

Seonghwa: I was wondering when she'd crack.

San: Lasted longer than I thought. Guess she deserves her reward.

You scream, not holding back from the pleasure you're feeling. He fucks you so good.

Seonghwa stops you from moving, making you whine.

San: Watch it, princess. Or else we'll stop.

You bite your bottom lip, whimpering as Seonghwa lifted you off of San. The loss of contact was heartbreaking, but when San covers your holes in lube, you gasp in surprise.

San: Think you can take both of us at once, sweetheart?

You nod furiously. You love feeling both of them fucking you dumb.

He slowly enters you from behind, a string of curses leaving his lips.

Seonghwa grabs your legs and lifts them onto his shoulders. This was a new position, but you're not opposed to trying it.

He slides into your aching cunt, both of their arms wrapping around your waist.

Seonghwa: Remember your safe word, darling?

Y/n: Star.

San: Good girl. What's your current color?

Y/n: Green.

They exchange a look, slamming you down as both of their cocks enter you. You scream, scratching at Seonghwa's back from the pleasure mixed with pain.

Y/n: So- Fuck- So full!

Seonghwa kisses you, muffling your moans as San bites your neck. Tears stream down your face, the pressure in your lower stomach intensifying with each double stroke.

San: Aww, look at her. She's a babbling mess. Can't even talk properly. So fucking cute.

Seonghwa: Wonder how she'd do with all eight of us fucking her silly. We'll have to plan that day out, won't we?

San: Fuck, yeah we do. Take her to the dark room.

Seonghwa: Absolutely. Has Yeosang finished the arrangements?

San: We'll ask later.

You don't even give a warning as you squirt all over Seonghwa's cock. It dripped down onto San's cock in your ass.

Your boyfriends cum at the same time, stuffing you to the brim. You love it that way.

They don't stop fucking you, though. They just keep pounding until you no longer can think. Everything felt fuzzy.

San: Fuck, she's getting heavy.

Seonghwa hums, both of them slowing down. When you get this non-verbal and exhausted, they end the scene immediately.

San: I'll get the bath ready.

Seonghwa strokes your hair, seeing your eyes flutter between open and closed. He can tell they pushed you too deep into sub space.

Seonghwa: You did so well, darling. Our good girl. We're sorry for losing control like that. We love you and never want to hurt you.

San comes back, carefully lifting you into his arms. You giggle, feeling like you're going on a rollercoaster.

Seonghwa kisses your temple, chuckling at how cute you are.

They take you into the bathroom, cleaning you up and massaging your body.

It feels nice to know that even though they say cruel things while fucking you, they never actually mean it.

They couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend. You are everything to them and more.

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a/n: i gotta stop reading nsfw tweets... they give me ideas for more fics. thanks for reading! ‹𝟹

[giggly-squiggily]

yk that thing where you give ppl the shivers? like the "spider crawling up ur back attack attack" thing? (if u dont know search it up its a pretty common kids game!) anyways its rly tickly and i was thinking maybe chigiri x EITHER reader or kunigami and just doing it to each other and giving each other extra tickles and maybe some ticklish kisses here and there and just laughing and having a good time? sorry this was so specific lol

*squealing, kicking feet, giggly* Oh my god Kunigiri!!! I love them so much, your honor! My precious boys- they deserve the entire world! And this game! I haven't thought about it in so long! I've gotcha covered, anon!

CW: Mentions of blood, spiders, creepy childhood songs

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @ticklish-n-stuff

“Gah! Bachira, would you knock that off?” Chigiri yelped out, squirming some while the dribbler ran away laughing. Kunigami was about to ask what happened until the redhead produced an ice cube, throwing it in Bachira’s direction. “That’s a waste of ice cubes!”

“Luckily you’re so hot, they melt on contact.” Kunigami winked, watching Chigiri blush some before flipping him the bird. He was smiling though. Mission accomplished.

“Shut up. You wouldn’t be so flirty if someone tried giving you chills.” Chigiri rubbed his arms together to ward off the cold, scrunching his nose at Bachira’s poked out tongue. “I bet you’d be a puddle on the floor- just like that ice cube.”

“Bet?” Kunigami asked, eyes dancing. Chigiri blinked, then smiled.

“Bet. Come here.”

The ginger assumed Chigiri was going to look for more ice, but instead the speed demon came to stand behind him, resting his hands against his shoulders. “What are you…?”

“Shhh. This is part of the experience. My sister used to do this to me all the time.” Chigiri got comfortable before pressing a finger into Kunigami’s back. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Treasure island, treasure island.” As he spoke, Chigiri slowly dragged his finger into a circle against Kunigami’s back. “X marks the spot, X marks the spot..”

It felt tingly, but nothing chilling yet. Kunigami pretended to shiver for Chigiri’s case, getting a light swat from his boyfriend. “Sorry- please, continue.”

“You’re so annoying. Anyway- Dot, dash, Dot, dash.” He poked at the center of Kunigami’s back, following it with a slash across it. The gesture made him squirm some- it wasn’t so much chilling as it was ticklish. He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Spider’s crawling up your back-Gotcha!”

Fingers creeped up his back slowly before scratching at his neck, making Kunigami jerk forward with a wheezy laugh. When Chigiri did it again, he was laughing too. “Coohohme on, mohoohohve on alreahahhady!”

“Hehe, okay okay. Dagger in the back- blood rushes down!” Chigiri lightly pounded at the center of his back before running all five fingers from the spot, making Kunigami straighten up with a choked laugh. “Dagger in the back- you’re so ticklish!”

“Shuhuhuhuhush! Gehahhaha, huhuhuhurry uhuhuhup!” Kunigami was struggling to stay still- and the hand resting at the top of his lower back was not helping one bit.

“Hehe, okay- last one. Cool breeze, tight squeeze-” Chigiri hugged him around the shoulders tightly, blowing into his neck. “Now you got the chills!”

The puff of air on his neck was bad enough, but then Chigiri started tickling his ribs! Kunigami barked out a cackle before doubling over, laughing helplessly as he tried to shake off the snickery redhead. “Chihihihi! Chhiihihhi, coohohohme ohohohon! Ahehahahaha- Gahhaha dohohoohn’t kihihihiss me thehehehehere!”

“What? Can’t hear you!” Chigiri laughed as he carried on pressing kisses into Kunigami’s neck, burrowing his face into the crook to really reach the sensitive skin. “You’re so cold now, Kunigami! Let me warm you up!”

“Ahahha! Ahahhahhhaha, cohoohome ohohohon! Fihihihine, fihihihine I got the chihihihihlls! I got the chihihihihihills!” Kunigami pleaded, falling flat on his stomach as he squirmed. His laughter quickly caught the attention of the rest of the boys, who all took the executive decision to coo at him.

“Aww, is the hero getting beaten by his princess?” Isagi called out, making his voice extra sappy. The others oo’d and aww’d at them, laughing and calling out something about Kunigami having a soft spot.

“Stoohohohp gahahhahwking and heheheehehlp mehehehehe!” Kunigami called out, flailing an arm for mercy. Bachira, who was always ready to fight- quickly jumped in.

“Nohohoho, not like thahhahahahahahhat!!” Kunigami all but shouted when his legs were grabbed, feet scribbled at by the dribbler’s fast fingers. “Bahahhachira, gehehhet the hehehell ohohohohoff!”

“No, stay like that, Bachira! Keep tickling him!” Chigiri called back, delighted. He was like a cat who finally found his prey. Isagi shuffled over at some point, kneeling beside the open spot along Kunigami’s ribs before gently prodding at him.

“You know- I can’t even count how many times you’ve tickled me, Hero. Talk about an invitation for some well deserved revenge!”

“GEHAHHAHAH ALL OF YOOHOHOHU QUUHUUHIT!” Kunigami howled, face as red as his boyfriend’s hair as he twisted and flailed. “IIHIHIHILL FHAHAHHART ON YOHOHOHOU!”

“Oo, lemme smell it! I’ll guess what you had for lunch.” Bachira giggled in glee, earning a small “Ew! from Chigiri and a snort from Isagi. The threat of a fart made the rest of the boys scatter, diving out of the F-zone.

“IIHIIHIHIM SHEHEHEHHERIOUS! I WIHIIHHILL!” Kunigami cried out, slapping the ground rapidly. It was his signal that he was officially done. Chigiri eased up near immediately, gesturing for the others to do the same. “Eheheheh..hehehehehe..thahahnk you.”

“Heh, yeah no problem! Come on, Bumblebee.” Isagi pulled Bachira with him as they ran, laughing the entire time. Chigiri stayed where he was, laying across Kunigami’s back with a happy sigh.

“You know I really do need to fart.” Kunigami pointed out.

“Not the first time you’ve done so.” Chigiri reminded, too comfortable to move. “I don’t care.”

Kunigami raised a brow over his shoulder. Chigiri looked back at the challenge.

It lasted for exactly five seconds before the redhead dived off him, disgustedly flapping the air back towards Kunigami as the hero laughed and laughed. “You’re so gross!”

“You love me!” Kunigami gasped out, and soon Chigiri was laughing just as much. “My precious ice princess.” “Who are you calling Elsa?” Chigiri tsked, turning away in mock annoyance.

“It’s fine- just know I’m never gonna let you go.” Kunigami scooted him into his arms, pressing Chigiri’s back to his chest and wrapping him in his limbs. His heart was racing- matching the pace of Kunigami’s. How sweet.

Out of curiosity, he leaned in and blew softly into his neck.

“Eek!” Chigiri shooted his shoulders up with a yelp. He flushed near instantly, shivering all over. Kunigami was going to enjoy this.

“Hey, Chi.” Kunigami teased, leaning in so he was right up to his ear. “Bet I can’t give you the chills?”

Thanks for reading!

[artdcnaldson]

i have a quick additional thought for you to match my freak on that i need to add before i forget!!!

so lets say you lose a match, disaster, because it should have been an easy win. its not a super important match or anything, but you lost it because you lost focus and werent giving it your all. coach art cant have that, it makes him look bad when you lose. he tells you as much in the car ride home, at this point your living "in his guestroom" which is a lie you tell people so they dont find out you sleep in his bed every night.

when you get home he makes you sit on your knees at the foot of the bed, between his spread legs as he sits on the edge. its hard for him to punish you, not because he doesnt want to or because he thinks youre too precious, no thats not it at all. the issue is that youre such a fucking slut that you get off on pleasuring him in any way, it wouldnt matter if he fucked you and told you that you couldnt cum, you would be okey with that. or if he fucked your face until you're crying and begging for air, you'd even asked him to do that before. so how can he possibly punish you? the only thing he's found to work is to make you sit and watch as he pleasures himself, all without you. he makes you sit there, hands behind your back just for good measure, inches from his throbbing cock as he fucks his hand. refusing to let you touch him at all. its the only thing that makes you whine and beg him to stop, beg him to let you do it for him, plead that youd do anything to give him pleasure. all this while he degrades you, tells you everything you did wrong during the game, missed opportunities and bad shots, telling you how youre embarrassing him when you play like that, that youre tainting his legacy when you lose a match that you shouldve won in your sleep. he really would feel bad for his harsh words, if there wasnt a puddle of your arousal pooling on the floor right under your cunt. his heart would ache at the cruelty of his critique if you werent moaning and crying and begging him to please forgive you, you'll do anything to make it right again, you'll never play that badly ever again. you'll do anything to make him proud again

oh also he makes you repeat all the things you did wrong to really hammer it home, lol. when he's finally satisfied and feels like youve understood your lesson he lets you fuck yourself stupid on his cock, but he refuses to help you. he makes you do it all on your own, and if you cant then you just dont get to cum :)))

TIHIHIHIHIHIHI mean art makes me giggle and kick my feet. i luv him so much tihi. i would do anything for him, truly.

-🐞

YUMMMMMMMM

And it was a close match too, went all the way to a tie break and really could’ve gone either way, but he’s being especially mean about it because he knows you’ll want to make it up to him double until the next match.

There are pouty little tears in your eyes while you kneel between his strong, muscular thighs, as he jerks himself off right above your face, so close you can smell the heady musk of him and your mouth waters in a Pavlovian response.

And you can take him pointing out spots you fucked up— a shitty backhand that wound up with a ball in the net, a moment’s hesitation when you should’ve been running for a drop shot, a clumsy serve, bad footing. You can take it, easy, you’ve taken that critique from every other coach you’ve ever had.

But it’s painful to hear him say you’re tarnishing his legacy. That you were the one who promised you’d be his perfect little prodigy, and you’re losing simple fucking matches that you shouldve been able to do blindfolded. That it’s embarrassing to have your name attached to his.

And he gets off on it, the pathetic little whimpers that you make whenever he says something particularly mean. But it’s the pleasure he gets from it, the way his hand speeds up whenever your eyes get all watery, how your lip wobbles and you see his balls tense and draw up.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, your voice thick with desperation and arousal. “I’ll never make stupid mistakes again. I’ll practice harder, I’ll practice nonstop. I’ll do anything so you’ll forgive me. I’ll do whatever you tell me to, all so I can win titles for us.”

And there was the difference. His floundering, fail of a marriage to Tashi was hinged on winning for her. You wanted to win for yourself and for him. Maybe mostly to please him.

“I think you learned your lesson.” He sits against the headboard, nods at you expectantly, hesitant until he pulls you so your drippy, needy cunt is hovering just above his cock. You sink down slowly, a guttural, desperate moan escaping your lips.

You grind your hips slowly, enticingly, begging for his attention. “C’mon, you’ve gotta work for it. I’m not gonna help you. I can’t help you on the court, can I? You need to start doing things for yourself.”

Your muscles ache from the long, arduous match, but you do your best to push through the discomfort and ride him in earnest. Your thighs slap against his on each bounce, as you impale yourself on his dick.

You want him to take over, to touch you. To forgive you for failing so spectacularly. But he watches you, almost impassive. The only clues that you’re affecting him are in the moans that slip past his lips.

“I’m sorry, Art,” you whine as you settle for just grinding down against him. It feels so right, the pressure on your sweet spot, the brush of soft, downy curls against your clit. “F-fuck— I’ll be your perfect player, I promise. Bring you lots of trophies.”

Your pace quickens as you grind harder, moans slipping out uninhibited. “Never gonna disappoint you again, I promise. I’ll be so perfect for you. No more stupid mistakes.”

It’s adorable, the way you’re prostrating yourself before him. You need his forgiveness like you need to cum, maybe they hinge on each other. But he makes you work for it, keep fucking yourself on him, get really desperate.

Hot, frustrated tears streak your cheeks, your cunt squeezes around him. “Art, please please please please—“ he’s not even sure what you’re begging for.

You cum with a string of moans, clutching onto him desperately— your skin slick against his. He kisses your forehead, rubs your back soothingly as you sniffle and cry. “Do you forgive me? For embarrassing you today?”

He nods. “Mhmm. Just have to show me you’re more serious next time, okay?”

You nod quickly, happy to have a goal, something to aim for. More serious— more devoted. You could do that.

[nethhiri]

Siren Charms: Chapter 9

Zoro x Siren!Reader

Sea King

Luffy, Usopp, Brooke, and Chopper were fishing without much luck. You were watching from your post, serving as shade for Nami and Robin, with your wings held over them both while they relaxed on deck. You felt kinda bad for them. You knew how it felt to hunt with no reward. An idea formed in your head. Nami groaned as you gave up being her shade and went to where they were fishing and looked into the water. Not a fish to be seen. Luffy was lamenting their lack of luck, about to give up completely. 

"I can try something." You looked at Luffy for permission.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a Sea King!"

You grinned. "I can get you one." 

"Really?!" Luffy's eyes were wide. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

You perked up, very eager to make him happy. You took off running down the deck with a huge smile on your face, jumping off the railing to take to the sky. Flying just over the water's surface, you let the very edges of your wings skim the waves, slapping them as your wings flapped. They watched as you flew back and forth several times, the excitement fading as it went on for some time. Just as Luffy was about to get bored, you let one of your wings drag in the water and suddenly shot upward. A huge shadow appeared under the water's surface, breaching the water, enormous jaws snapping in your direction. It fell back into the waves with a thundering splash. 

"WHOA!" Luffy exclaimed. 

"I didn't think she could do it," Usopp said. 

You doubled back, baiting the Sea King to go after you again. It barreled after you, but this time when it breached the surface, you maneuvered into a backflip, slowing down enough that you were above it instead of in front. You matched your speed with the hulking beast, grabbing one of the large spines that erupted from the scales on its back. You pressed yourself nearly flat on its back, tucking your wings hard against you, gripping with your thighs. You pulled your mask and goggles over your face, bracing for the impact of the ocean as the beast dove back into the water. 

"I wanna do that!" Usopp had to hold the back of Luffy's shirt as he threatened to go overboard. 

Luffy was the only one watching that didn't gasp. 

"She's crazy!" Nami yelled. 

"She's gonna drown!" Chopper was clutching his fishing net nervously. 

"I volunteer if she needs mouth to mouth." Sanji leaned on the railing, daydreaming. 

The feeling of the water rushing past you was exhilarating. This was something you used to do when you were younger for fun as a challenge. Sometimes you could travel using them, though you had to go wherever they went without a way to steer them. When it surfaced again, you let out a cheer and waved to the boat. The beast realized that you were on its back, rearing up and falling backwards into the water, trying to smash you against the surface. You were far too resilient for that to work. The next time it came out of the water, you jumped from its back, a bit slower now that your wings were wet. You flew towards the ship with the Sea King right behind you.

"Luffy! You ready?"

You skidded to a stop on the deck, turning to watch Luffy punch the Sea King so hard, it immediately went down. 

"Woohoo! We're eatin good tonight!" 

You watched as Luffy enlisted Zoro to help Sanji butcher the thing. It was very entertaining to watch them bicker with each other, even more entertaining to watch Zoro chop the beast to pieces without breaking a sweat. You returned to your post as shade umbrella; the sun would help dry your feathers out. Plus, you were learning more about them as Nami and Robin chatted back and forth. You couldn't help but look at Robin's book over her shoulder. 

"It's rude to do that you know."

"Huh?"

"To read over someone's shoulder."

"Oh. I didn't know. But I can't read most of it, only this part." You put your finger over the poneglyphics. The simpler words in the common language you could recognize. 

"You can read that?"

You nodded. "We don't have very much written, but the statues or monuments we do have, have this kind of writing." Most everything was directly passed down from your mentor. Only the specific gathering places had remnants of the old culture. 

Robin flipped to a page with a cube, covered in writing. "Do you have one of these?" 

"No. Never seen one." 

"How very interesting." 

After a pause you added, "Sorry for reading over your shoulder." 

Robin gave you a warm smile. "It's quite alright. You didn't know."

Later that evening, the crew ate well. And you learned that Luffy could eat a whole Sea King, as he said. You had a plate yourself, though it didn't satisfy your hunger. Waiting again, for everyone to go to bed, you set off to find something more appetizing, especially after expending so much energy. And again, gray eyes were watching. 

[wlwinry]

do you have anymore thistlecaster headcanons 👀

its been a thousand years since i got this ask im so sorry irl and writing stuff has just been a nightmare. but to answer your question, yes, i do!

gorgug games. for fun. fabian, as a guy raised on the celestine sea who only got to solace at like age 14-16 (i refuse to believe he was adventuring for two years and was still at level one), does not. gorgug decides he's gonna show fabian how

this leads to the thistlecaster purrmon (pokemon) spiritsteel (soulsilver) playthrough

fabian meanwhile is perfectly content to watch gorgug play but he's so genuinely touched by how much gorgug wants to share this hobby with him that he's immediately all in

he's got the controls but he spends most of his time leaning against gorgug's chest holding the fantasy ds and asking for advice

they pick a starter together. it's named hang and the next two purrmon are van and man

when they're eventually full adults doing full adult things they like to surprise each other with sweet meaningful gestures

gorgug will drop by fabian's studio during late rehearsals with coffee (for caffeine) and dinner (for sustenance). all of fabian's fellow dancers adore this guy btw. theyre constantly bemoaning the fact that fabian is hot and rich and has a cute boyfriend who treats him wonderfully and fabian is just like >:) yes i am and yes i do

(he frequently is brought to tears by this though. no one believes he takes gorgug for granted bc theyve caught him tearing up over the notes gorgug puts in his dinner bag)

similarly fabian will stop by when gorgug is in class (getting a teaching degree bc he does not care what aguefort says he's getting a degree before he starts meddling in the lives of kids. also double-majoring in arcane engineering) to whisk him away for lunch

if gorgug has an exam coming up he is all in on making sure gorgug gets as much study time as he needs

he will also show up before the exam starts and quite firmly kiss gorgug and tell him that no matter what happens he will always be the most wonderful person and the greatest wizard of this age

all gorgug's classmates are confused but it gets gorgug to laugh and not be so stressed going into the exam

and after every exam fabian brings gorgug flowers

also in combat they're so. scary

i can't emphasize this enough

it's like fighting people who can read each other's minds. as the main martial and melee combatants for their party (and i think the bad kids still do adventure, they just limit it to once per year for a while) theyre really used to fighting as a team

they know each other's body language so well and they balance each other perfectly. gorgug's strength and endurance and fabian's dexterity and speed. theyre scary

they adore each other so very much. and tease each other a lot but still

theyre everything to me

[niki-phoria]

i really want a part 2 on this 🥹

pairing: yeonjun x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 650

summary: after salvaging your prom night, yeonjun takes you out on your first date

includes: blushy yeonjun, lots of fluff, outfit inspo from this pic

a/n: thank you for requesting !! once again, i'm so sorry fics have taken so long to write, thank you for all of your continuous patience <33 i hope you like it :))

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated <33

PART 01 / PART 02

yeonjun anxiously wipes the palms of his hands against the fabric of his jeans; his eyes continuously glance back towards the glass double doors in search of you. he impatiently drums his fingertips against the polished marble table. he tops on his phone twice, causing the screen to briefly light up, showing the time. 11:28.

the small bell hanging just above the door startles yeonjun, alerting him to the entrance of yet another customer - although this time the sight takes his breath away. you smile softly at him as you wander over to sit across from him at the table. your hair has been freshly washed and casually styled. an oversized gray sweater hangs loosely from your frame. from across the table yeonjun can just barely smell the cologne you put on. 

“hey,” you smile brightly at him. “i’m not late, am i? i had to catch the bus.”

“no, no,” yeonjun chuckles. “not at all.” he slides one of the cups of coffee across the table towards you with a sheepish smile. “i ordered your favourite.”

“really?” you gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

yeonjun stifles a soft chuckle underneath his breath, nodding towards the cup. “try it.”

the beverage tastes sweet in your mouth when you raise the cup to your lips to take a sip. a satisfied hum leaves your lips as you set the cup back down on the table. “you’re too good to me, choi yeonjun.”

“i found a path in naksan park a few days ago,” yeonjun says. “i figured we could go for a walk once we finish our drinks. you know, see the sights. it’s nice outside.”

“i’d like that,” you smile. 

“wow,” you whisper, pausing to look at the view of the city. a variety of skyscrapers and buildings nearly touch the clouds in the distance. “it’s beautiful.”

“just like you.”

you playfully swat at yeonjun’s shoulder. “you’re so corny,” you chuckle.

“you love it.”

you snicker, turning back towards the path before you begin your trek once again. yeonjun can feel his heart rate speeding up when your hands gently brush against each other. you softly smile when you glance over at him, hesitantly reaching out to take yeonjun’s hand into your own. despite the deep blush that spreads across his face he intertwines your fingers together.

“hey, look,” you say, gently tugging yeonjun alongside you as you divert from the path slightly. you follow the sidewalk even further until you reach a small, metal bench sitting underneath a line of trees. “let’s sit down.”

the metal feels cool against your skin as you sit down side by side. a comfortable silence falls between you for a few minutes as you relax; watching the bugs fly around you. 

yeonjun leans back against the bench, shifting slightly to face you. his lips quirk into a soft smile as his eyes study each of your features. the shape of your eyes. the slope of your nose bridge. the angle of your jawline. the plumpness of your lips.

“y/n,” yeonjun’s quiet murmur catches your attention away from a stray butterfly. his face flushes slightly when you glance over at him. he hesitantly raises a hand up to cup your cheek, brushing a hand against your skin. your breath hitches in your throat when his gaze flickers down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. 

“yeonjun,” you whisper. he nervously catches his bottom lip between his teeth - a particularly attractive bad habit. 

yeonjun leans in just enough for you to feel his forehead press against yours. his touch lingers against your skin, igniting electricity in its wake. “can i kiss you?”

“yes.” your eyes instinctively flutter closed as you follow yeonjun’s lead in leaning in even closer. his nose brushes against yours before he finally closes the gap, capturing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. 

[beplerblurbs]

reactions when you play with their hair

(s.hanbin, lee jeonghyeon, zhang hao, ricky)

hii i havent been posting because of finals,, but i saw the finale and i really like the lineup!! i really wish keita or phanbin also made it, but i will be listening to ciipher and waiting for a wakeonez debut :)) enjoy this though

fluff, shorter!reader, trainee!hanbin, unistudent!jeonghyeon, musicteacher!zhanghao, boyfriend!ricky

s. hanbin

your boyfriend just came home from a long day of training. thankfully the agency was close to your guys’ apartment, but that also meant his sweat was fresh too…

“welcome home!” you cheer as you prepare dinner for you two.

“hi honey,” his sweet voice comes behind you and looks over your shoulder to see what you’re making, about to hug you from behind.

“hanbinnn, i told you to shower when you get home” you shimmy forward and look up to him with a lighthearted pout.

he laughs, “i don’t even smell that bad!” you furrow your eyebrows, waiting for him to accept reality. he sighs, “okay okay, i’ll be quick, love you!” walking to your guys’ room to wind down and shower.

…

hanbin comes out of the room in his pajamas and a shower headband in a shape of a dog’s face, hair still damp. you can’t help but chuckle, “i’m glad you like my gift,” he smiles “whatever”

you guys eat dinner and talk about each other’s days, quieting down just to enjoy the food and quality time. you wash the dishes together and get ready to watch a show in bed.

hanbin realizes he’s left his headband in for a bit too long, “ah, now my hair dried all weird” he mops sitting up in bed. you coming out from the washroom, finished your nightly routine, smiles. “its okay,” you laugh “here, i’ll fix it.” you walk up to his side of the bed.

you take off the headband slightly, hanbins looking up at you with a warm smile. he wasn’t wrong, his hair was disheveled, half up, half drooping. you dont say anything though, you just run your fingers through his hair, fluffing and loosening it while combing it down to its normal state. hanbin sighs and leans his head into your chest, “this is really nice” you smile and continue playing with it a bit.

“okay you’re handsome as always now, lets watch this episode, i heard from hao that its really dramatic” you open up the blanket hanbin is under so you can sit between his legs and lean back on him. he was so greatful to have small moments like this with you.

lee jeonghyeon

jeonghyeon and you were studying the the same course at your guys’ uni apartment… more like you were forcing him to study.

he goes on and on talking about being some genius lee and thats why he doesn’t need to study. however, his recent test grades say otherwise, which is why you guys are studying together now.

when you guys were studying together, he had some questions about some topics and he seemed genuinely interested in getting better for his grades. you were charmed by his lost looks and wanted more, so you teased him.

“hey y/n what does this term mean again?” jeonghyeon points to a word you know but you can’t give it to him so easily when he looks so cute with a small pout.

you smile and lean in close to him, you can see it in his eyes, he’s freaking out a little bit, trying to focus on something other than your pretty face. “hmm, i’ll tell you if i get a kiss” you grin without teeth. his ears were getting red and he leaned back, he didn’t want to give in so quickly, even though his heartbeat doubled in speed.

“w-why ? you didn’t do this when i asked before?” jeonghyeon couldn’t even sound calm, your hand was on the table so close to yours, making him even more nervous. you go back to your original position, “okay you can figure it out on your o-“ you were pulled in for a warm kiss. he holds onto your hand.

immediately reciprocating, you scoot your chair closer to him and deepen the kiss. after a minute, you guys pull apart out of breath. you were so surprised with his immediate affection, you were now with the red face.

“can you tell me the answer now?” he smiles lightly with swollen lips. you still find him so cute like this, knowing he just wanted to kiss you but acting like it was for schoolwork.

you smile, let go of his hand in order to play with the ends of his hair on the back of his head. “i think you made me forget,” he shyly smiles looking away but still letting you play with his hair.

he pulls your head into his shoulder, “you know i really like this, we should study more together.”

zhang hao

you work as a freelancer, mostly online, so naturally as your boyfriend, zhang hao, is busy studying to be a music instructor, you spend most of your day alone until he comes from practice.

around an hour before hao comes home you prepare dinner, but you know his busy schedule can be unexpecting. to make sure he has a hot meal ready, you keep the food covered on the dinner table. so you can reheat the dinner once he gets home.

waiting for hao, you sit on the couch while watching a reality show. you sit properly but slowly lean your head back and dose off.

you woke up when you felt a shift in your lap. you also realise the feeling of a neck pillow around you. oh whats this… you slowly rub your eyes open, your show is still on but muted. looking down in your lap you see zhang hao, still in his outside clothes and sound asleep.

he looked so calm and affectionate, snuggling closer even in his sleep. you felt so grateful to be his safe space. you couldnt help but run your fingers through his soft hair and rub the back of his neck.

hao being a light sleeper wakes up and peeks one eyes open, “mmm i love you,” he mumbles. you smile. “i love you too hao, you must be hungry” you lean to the side to get your phone but hao grumbles cutely, eyes still closed.

“can you keep doing that for a little?” you were confused, “do what?” you see the time, it’s already too late for dinner.

“playing with my hair,” he usually isn’t this straightforward, but his tiredness seemingly made him this cute.

you giggle, “anything for you.”

ricky

sipping your hot latte, you’re waiting for your boyfriend, ricky, to come in the neighbourhood cafe for a quick coffee before your actual date, a fun couples art session.

you were sketching in your book, planning out what possible artworks you guys could make together. 15 minutes has past of when you guys had agreed on meeting and he still hadn’t come yet. did he change his mind or something? you couldn’t understand why he was late

feeling sad, you plug in your earphones, put your head down and doodle to distract yourself. you were on the verge of tears when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“surprise!” you turn around and see ricky with a messy bouquet of flowers. he sees your glossy eyes and bends down so your eye to eye.

you take a tissue and dab under your eyes, “where were you?! its been 20 minutes since you said you’d come” you lightly shove his shoulder and pout.

“im sorry babe i saw all the flowers out while walking here and i thought you’d like them… sorry i kinda got carried away with picking pretty ones for you,” he awkwardly laughs and hands you the bouquet wrapped in todays newspaper.

you couldn’t help but smile, ricky has always been so sweet to you, and you know you could not stay mad at him. you’re heart swelled as you took the bouquet, seeing familiar flowers. he put his hand on the table.

“babe i forgive you, but these are our neighbours’ flowers they’re gonna be so upset” you smile, no more tears threatening to leak. he shyly laughs. you knew he already did it and there was no point on drilling it in on him.

you set down the bouquet in your lap and held his hand on the table. “nevermind that actually, thank you ricky, i really appreciate it,” you ran his fingers through the back of his hair and played with the ends. “you did well”

rickys ears turned red, looking away slightly smiling. “hm? what are you thinking?” you ask,

he looks at you, “i really like this, i should come late more often” ricky leans his head back slightly in satisfaction.

“ugh whatever,” you pull away, he smiles seeing you blush. “well? we have an art session waiting for us, i’ll get a coffee and we’ll go?” you nod happily.

he walks up to the counter and you look back at the bouquet. growing even more appreciation for him.

[ehlnofay]

Travelling with Martin the second time is more an ordeal than it was the first.

There’s the Blades tagging along with them, now, with their elaborate plans and zealous concern; every time any one of them takes a step they rattle like tin cans, so loudly that if any of the cult is trying to track them down it’s a wonder they’re not all gutted already. Then there’s all the extra bits the Blades insist on – like tents, which Pax is by no means opposed to but slows them down ridiculously, always needing to be set up at night and taken down first thing in the morning, or the horses, which speed them up but Pax resents, all the same. (They always need breaks to rest or eat or what have you, and riding for too long sets them aching to hell, their legs and hips and stomach all quavering with exertion. Pax rides the same horse they found halfway through their first journey with Martin, and she is getting more familiar than she ever wanted to be with its little snorts and stomping gestures. Martin keeps patting it on the nose whenever they’re down on the ground again. Martin rides the paint horse, too – it’s two to a steed, plus bags, which Pax knows would be enough to snap their spines like dried-out twigs but of course the Blades have spelled saddles. Feathered, Martin says, like Pax has any idea what that means.) They all spend as much of the day riding as they can without the horses withering away and dropping dead, unable to divert at all from the roads without riding face-first into a tree branch, the Blades getting all serious and severe at any passing glimpse of another traveller, or the edge of a town, or a suspicious-looking boulder. It’s fucking exhausting. Maybe if they’d dressed Martin in something less impractically fancy, and left their glittering armour behind, they wouldn’t all be so conspicuous. Pax is the only one here with any sense.

In Blackwood, the trees don’t sprawl so low down; you can ride horses well off the road as long as you’re careful of the muck. For the first leg of the first trip with Martin, they didn’t have horses at all – they both just walked, past razed fields and empty buildings, the span of land around Kvatch near entirely abandoned, scrounging what they could and sleeping wherever they wanted. They couldn’t proper restock on supplies until they hit Skingrad – certainly didn’t have tents or armour that reflects every whisper of starlight so bright it blazes, and they were fine. It all feels unnecessary. And annoying. This close to the end, all the little extra things to pay attention to make Pax want to jump out of his skin.

Because they are close to the end. They’re in the denouement, now.

The Blades set up a watch routine, too – everyone crawls into their superfluous tents and leave one person up to keep an eye out, until they wake the next person for their turn, and so forth. Pax hasn’t done watch shifts like this since he left Blackwood. (It doesn’t really work, when you’re alone. Besides, he wakes easy, and he goes to sleep quick. Martin’s bad at it, so swapping watch back and forth when they were together just would have left him confused or lethargic the next day. Not worth the bother.) Pax gets watch shifts, most nights, set in the dark hours just before the sun rises; Martin, though he asks, doesn’t get any. Pax usually wakes him up, instead of whoever else she’s supposed to. It isn’t like he has anything he needs to be especially well-rested for – just sitting on a horse in an enchanted double saddle, same as the rest of them, his too-long hair getting in his face, careful arms loops around Pax’s middle. He won’t even take a turn to direct the bloody thing, because he still hasn’t learned how – the fact that he’s never managed to fall off is a damned miracle, honestly.

So she wakes him up, if the Blades won’t – and she doesn’t usually go back to sleep, right after, because there doesn’t seem all that much point. They both stay up, around whatever burnt-down firepit was constructed in the night, the small tents arrayed around them; the leaves of the trees rustle, flickered through by some small animal, owl or bat or squirrel living in a hollow. Crickets chirp, loud and endless.  It would probably be peaceful, if it could be, but Pax is keyed up, taut as a bowstring ready to snap, and he can’t really remember how to feel peaceful anymore. They’re getting ever-closer to the capital and the temple and the end of this whole strange, terrifying thing, and he wants it over and done with instead of lurking in this strange in-between space. They’ve all done so much to fix this and none of it will feel like any kind of accomplishment until the fires are lit and the Gates closed and sealed beyond reopening. It’s almost, almost, almost done – but it’s not the end yet, and in the quiet night all there is to do is waiting, and Pax, antsy, irritable, is very, very bad at waiting.

Martin’s better at it. Which isn’t to say he’s not nervous – he’s all nerves, even more than normal, which is really saying something – but he’s patient, and doesn’t complain, even though Pax knows he wants it over just as much as they do. Probably more. (Definitely more.) He just sits, in the dark and the dew, all quiet and watchful in just his undershirt and warm wool trousers, and even those are fancy, all fine-sewn and slippery as water to the touch. They wear oddly on him. He keeps the Amulet tucked under his clothes, cold metal setting against bare skin, and the red gleam beneath his shirt makes it look, at certain angles, like his heart is glowing.

The fire is well out; no owls call. Pax lies, in their own much less swish sleeping-things, in the dirt and grass, all of it wet so thoroughly with dew that it soaks the back of their tunic. Through the silhouettes of leaves and branches, they can just make out the lustre of the stars.

The old Emperor talked an awful lot about stars, when Pax met him; she wonders, vaguely, what he’d make of these ones.

There’s a shifting, up nearer the firepit; and, “Pax?” Martin whispers, sound half-swallowed by the still, drifting night. “Are you awake?”

“It’s sopping wet,” Pax replies. He props himself up on his elbow and turns his head; Martin’s got a lantern lit, and it’s just enough to make out his face by. “Even I’ve got my limits.”

Martin exhales; Pax knows he’s smiling because they can see the dim white gleam of his teeth. It’s not too cold a night – they’ve travelled far enough from Bruma to be clear of its sodden snow and ice and winds – but it’s not warm, and the wet fabric plastered to their back is chill enough to make them shiver. The stars, up above, shine cold and clear.

“I was wondering,” Martin says, voice still hushed; his eyes flicker up to the snatches of sky between the tree branches, too. “What will you do, when all this is done?”

It’s a perfectly reasonable question; Pax realises, quite abruptly, that doesn’t have an answer. She sits up, shuffles awkwardly over the dewy grass. “I don’t know,” she says slowly; she shrugs. “Go back to the roads, I s’pose. Get some venturing work. Join a guild, maybe, if I get bored.”

(They haven’t thought about it; they’ve been busy. A part of them – quite a large part, if they’re being honest – kind of wishes the Crisis would never end, one way or the other. Wishes it would keep on in this sort of suspended state forever. But it won’t, and it can’t, and it would be ridiculous to say as much. Just – they’ve never done anything this exciting, before. And they don’t really know anything that could measure up, once it’s done.)

(Pax has never really been one to plan for the future. Back in Blackwood, he didn’t have to; he knew he’d just run with the same crew he always had, and he learned only from them. Learned letters and archery and what dregs of mage-craft he had any aptitude for – learned to scamp on the roads and crack locks reasonably well. And then he left, and became a hero, and that’s a good occupation in itself, but it’s not going to last forever. He’s not sure what his other options are – he could try to work square, but he doesn’t think it would last. He’s not one suited to an apprenticeship, or an honest job, or much of anything, really. The only thing he really knows is this.)

In the lanternlight, the shadows are so stark that Martin’s face looks creased with ink. “Oh? What guild? Fighters? Thieves?”

“Thieves’ Guild wouldn’t take me,” Pax tells him loftily; they wriggle a bit closer, goose-pimples rising on their shins. “They don’t like independent operators, and I’ve been one since I was born.”

Martin clucks his tongue. “You can’t say things like that around me, Pax. I’ll have to have you arrested.”

“Like you could,” Pax tells him, grinning, and leans over about as far as she can reach to elbow him. She has to lever herself back up, afterwards. The watery-pale stars are winking at her.

Martin is looking up at them again. “There’s always work for a hero, I’m sure,” he says, and waves a hand. “You’ll have endless people to save and feats of derring-do to perform. Perhaps you could write an autobiography.”

“Ha.” Martin’s received their letters, sent on longer stretches away from Cloud Ruler; he’s read their writing, their chicken-scratch hand and the less than delicate way they pick their words. Pax is fine enough as a communicator; they get to the point quickly and clearly. But metaphor and flowery prose is rather beyond them. And they’ve seen the speech Martin gave in Bruma, the endless editing of his drafts, debate over this word or that. “You know you’re the better writer of the two of us, Martin Priest. Reckon you should pen our book.”

Martin tips his head further back. “I wasn’t even there for most of the interesting parts,” he points out, “and I’m sure to be far too busy, besides.” His eyes are closed. Pax shunts themself another bit across the grass.

“Oh, I’m sure you can take a half-hour every evening to scribble out a few paragraphs in your four-poster bed and your kingliest pyjamas,” he says, unsympathetic, and flicks him in the shoulder. “With a silk canopy, and duckling-down blankets, and a pen nib of solid gold.”

“All right, all right.” Martin opens his eyes; they look grey, in the dim light, the orange lanternlight flickering off their whites. He reaches out an arm, and Pax rolls his eyes but shuffles damply into it all the same. “I suppose I have no choice.”

His arm, settled around their shoulders, is heavy-warm. Pax leans their shoulder into his ribs, under his armpit. This close, they can see the faint gleam of the Amulet through his undershirt. Quiet, they ask, “Still nervous?”

Without missing a beat, Martin replies, “Excruciatingly.”

He’s always nervous. But on this, Pax can’t even really make fun of him for it – if someone told her that she was the heir to the whole Empire, and tried to thrust her into court to take it all over, she’d tell them to eat shit. If the fate of the world depended on it, though, that wouldn’t really be an option anymore. And Martin’s too nice, most of the time, to tell anyone to eat shit. And Martin’s too nervous not to take every bit of it so painfully seriously. Not just the world-ending bit, but all the etiquette and legalese, too. Jauffre gave him some books to read to try to acquaint himself with it all; none of them seemed to help much.

“You’ll be fine,” Pax says, and leans their head on his shoulder, the post of their earring jabbing into the skin behind their ear. They gesture out at the silhouetted tents. “You’ve got all this lot, and the Elder Council – they’ll help you out. If they won’t let you take a piss by yourself they’ll definitely be there to assist with the stuff that’s actually important.” Martin exhales; it’s almost a laugh. The earring is beginning to hurt quite badly, so Pax lifts their head. “Besides, you’re trying. You want to get it all right. That’s more than some would do.”

“Thank you, Pax,” Martin says, and then they’re both quiet.

The stars above look watery-dim. The silhouettes of trees have slightly more dimension. Martin is pressing his palm, fingers splayed, to the smooth-cut bump of the Amulet under his shirt. Pax is still shivering, a bit – lying her whole back down in the dew was a bad idea. Now she’ll have to wear her one other tunic and hope this one dries out in time not to wet everything else in the bags.

“I hope,” Martin says, voice silver-soft in the dark, “that when you’re out roaming, shocking everyone with your valour and intrepidity, you’ll come to visit a great deal. You won’t have the excuse of being out saving the world anymore.”

Pax leans her shoulder harder into his ribs. “Only if you’re not boring when I’m there,” she replies. “You won’t have the excuse of saving the world either.”

“No,” Martin says. “I’ll be running it instead.”

Already, the stars are beginning to snuff themselves out, like candle-lights; in half an hour or so, the sky will start to lighten properly. The Blades will all wake, springing up like little clockwork puppets, and the tents will be packed up, and the horses saddled – they’re tied on slack ropes to trees down the other end of the clearing, and now, if Pax squints, he can just make them out – and then the day will begin, the timer trickling down.

Pax wets his lips. “Three more days,” he says. “Thereabouts.”

Then they’ll reach the city.

Martin breathes out, slow. “Then I’ll really be Martin Septim.”

The Amulet glows under his shirt, royal-red, rising and dimming like a heartbeat. If Pax hadn’t been arrested, that day – by chance, for one of the few robberies they actually didn’t commit – then they wouldn’t have been taken to the gaol, dribbling blood all over the floors, antagonising the guards trying to mark them down in the records, and they wouldn’t have ended up in that dust-coated cell with the shitty neighbour across the way, and the old Emperor would never have glanced at them twice, and the door never would have opened, and they wouldn’t be here.

Pax is not one for gratitude, generally, but they have never been so thankful to be falsely imprisoned in their life.

“My census name’s Camilla Patesco,” he says.

He’s looking at the first watery dregs of dawn in the sky, not at Martin’s face; but he can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “I won’t tell anyone.”

[nightshadehoney]

So HotD made the most predictable possible change to the source material for Blood and Cheese (with a strangely lackluster presentation), because only one theme allowed in a show I guess.

The change probaby would've worked if the show had actually spent time establishing Helaena's character and her relationship to her children at any point before this. But it's more important to tear through events at warp speed to get to the dragon fighting parts.

Like we can easily understand why Fire and Blood Helaena makes the decision she does--she thinks her toddler doesn't understand what is going on as much her older son. And her reaction is easy to understand too--it's not surprising that a mother who experienced that would be mad with grief.

But for HotD, why did Helaena point out Jahaerys so immediately? Did it nor occur to her to lie? Was she attempting a double bluff? Does she actually value Jahaera more, because Jahaerys is the heir to her shitty husband? Was she acting in accordance with a dragon dream she had? We don't really know, and don't even really have enough information about her to make any informed speculations.

Why Helaena seem to under-react and refer to her own son as "the boy"? I guess we're supposed to just accept as a result of shock and the fact that she's autistic or whatever? But it would be easier to accept if we had a stronger baseline for how she typically acts.

I won't go as far to say that I hate HotD or that I think it's bad, it's just that I find it profoundly disappointing. The one reason I decided to watch it when I didn't care about the Game of Thrones show is that I actually wanted to see it adapted. I wanted to see the story decompressed and to learn things about the characters and their relationships that only existed between the lines in the book. Instead what I got was a show that threw everything I wanted to see more of out completely and feels like its giving me even less details than the book did.

[breadsticksposts]

TIGHNARI AND CYNO S/O SCENERIOS!! headcanons

Tighnari s/o pov

-okey, so i think thhat you guys will have some hand signals, you guys will use it when tighnari or cyno was there and you guys wanted to talk about something that they could not know. BUT of course you have to be sneaky 🫶

-i feel like you guys will have some hang outs that was supposed to be discussing something important but you guys end up gossipings aboutsome collage students

-and sometime you guys like to double date! most of. the time youu and her will gossips about somme scholar and tighnari and cyno will just listen or give a comment or two

-BUT! there is one time they ask why you guyys gossips so much and why it is nott nice too. you guys ended up givig them a lecture about that:

“its not gossiping! its just..talking something true about someone! and our true option about them!”

“yeah! gossipiing is talking something bad and sometimes not most of it is true facts! but this, we talk with proof!”

-yeah..most of it is that way

-this is when you guys are still a student! you guys help out each other with homeworks and sometime cheats together! well that was a great moment for sure

-until you saw TIGHNARI. this change everything

-well not really everything, you have a crush on him for a very long time, and you tell you friend about it. “him? really? that bob hair guy?” your best friend says that while pointing to tighnari which make you put her hand down as fast as you could before tighnari notice you guys were walking about him. “sh!! be quite will you?? yes its him but trust me, you need to see him up close!! well not really, but he is so handsome..and pretty?” you say while your ears are RED

-“archons.. hmm. isnt he is the one thats smart at biology? the smart kid? the one that doesnt like to be crowded? and hate dumb people?” your friend says while looking at you. “hey im not dumb! and how do you know he hate dumb people??” you says. “well not ‘hate’ but dont you see him teaching a student and holy! you need too see the look on his face while teachinng them! i hear hes been repeating the same things more than thrice at the student but the student still dont understand some of it. but i got to say, tighnari got a lot a patience” your friend say

-“try talking too him” she says. “h-how!? ehh” before yo know it, she push you towards where tighnari is sitting, then you came to him from behind sit right next too him, while you friend move to a pce where she can see you both but not that visible but you can see her. you look at you fried in panic and make a face ‘what should i do!?’, then your friend take a piece of paper and write “i dont know!! ask his name??” and show it to you. and you give her a ‘really?😐’ face. you look at him and saw him reading a book while writing some notes. so you grab a book and pretend to read. your heart is beating so fast and your mind is panicking while thinking how you would start a convo with him.

-“are you okey? you are sweating a bit in this cold room.” you hear his voice that make you shock and jump on your sit “a-ah yes im fine..! your name is tighnari right..? im [name], great too meet you!” you say in fast speed

-“great too meet you too [name], shocking how you know my name already.” tighnnari chuckle a biit, “well, you are quite popular the academia right?” you say

-after that convo, you guys start to know each other for a bit, and finally its over. you say too him that your friend is waiting for you so you need to go, and you guys says good byes. you go to your friend spot and saw shes gone. you panic because you are scared to walk home alone and scared where is your friend. hen you saw her taking with the some one name “cyno”

CYNO S/O POV

-you were watching your friend talking with this tighnari guy for a while now, then someone interrupted you by grabing and ppulling your hand “h-hey!” you were shcok and try to pull your hand away, untul you see the boy infront of you. cyno. “what are you doing? your stalking arent you? one lie and i will report you to the matra.” the boy says and that make you panic “hold up! calm down! im not stalking! well i am but im stalking my friend, look..you see the girl over there who is sitting next to the fennec?” you point at them “well my friend have a little crush on that guy and i told her to talk with him while i watch them both! nothing bad, i promise” you. saw “i see. well this fennec is my friend. tighnari. “ cyno tells you about his friendship with him and how close he is with him. and he tells me a joke that was kida funny, nbut some are nt but you still try to laugh with him.

-you cant help but notice how HOT he is.

-you guys finally end your talking when your friend come to you.

-and this is how you guys met!

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!! 🫶 im soo sorry if theres any typos or wrong spelling, my english is nit the best!and if you have scenerios ideas for them or something you wat to ask about, feel free to write it down ^^

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kirby X afab!Reader X Various

Synopsis: Being an attendant to the Smash residence comes with many ups and downs. However, MC would never trade the memorable times she bonded with its lovable residents.

Word Count: 5,513

The loud round of applause echoed as a deep male voice spoke. A certain girl hummed, dusting off her clothes as she stood up from her comfy seat. Her eyes glossed over the wall clock in the common room, a smile tugging at her lips. 

"Ah, it's already time."

This announcement was like her routine; whenever the match ended, she would head over to the exit of the stage, awaiting the fighters who just finished. However, she doesn't just do this for everyone, after all, she also has responsibilities to do in the household. The only time that she would go out of her way to finish her tasks early and receive the fighters after their match is when he is included...

"Too bad that I wasn't able to watch the match. But at least I could still greet and accompany them."

The woman elicited a small giggle, making her way toward the arena entryway where they would come out. The soft clank of her low-heeled flats brought about a warm ambiance noise in the halls, and as she was nearing the mahogany double door, it creaked open. 

Her (e/c) eyes widened in anticipation, her legs speeding up to greet the gang. "Hey, everyone!" 

At her call, the four fighters whipped their attention toward her. Although surprised, they were still expecting her to come, and it made them really happy that a smile bloomed on their faces. But for a certain fluffball, he instead immediately ran towards her and jumped into her arms as soon as he got there. 

"Whoah, there, Kācchan!" (Y/n) chuckled as she caught the 3-foot pink ball in her arms. 

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby as he blinked cutely and smiled at her. This earned a squeal from the girl as she lightly squeezed his large body. 

"I see that you're still favoring Kirby," Zelda commented as she walked over to the two. Her blue eyes scanned the pink fluff ball getting comfy in (Y/n)'s arms before focusing her attention on the woman. "I'm kinda envious." 

"You never do this to just anyone, after all," Shulk added, a frown sporting his lips. "It kinda sucks that the lil' guy is always on your mind." 

An apologetic smile emerged on her lips as she adjusted Kirby in her hold. In a moment, her hand glossed over the fighter's body as an iridescent light glowed from her palm. Within seconds, Kirby's body shrunk to its original size. The other fighters were in awe at her display of ability. 

"I'm sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to ignore you," (Y/n) started, tucking the now small Kirby in her arms as the fluff ball enjoyed being in her hold. She gave them a sweet smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling. "Anyway, great job on your match. Although I wasn't able to watch the fight, I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves." 

"Aw~ Thanks, (Y/n). Hopefully, you'll be able to watch our matches more frequently," Zelda simpered, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. 

"Hopefully," she nodded.

"Well, I'm hungry," the blonde boy said. "I'll be going on now. See you later, (Y/n)!" 

"See you, Shulk," she waved him goodbye. 

"See you around as well," Zelda winked at the girl as she followed after Shulk. 

"Bye~" 

Her gaze lingers on for a while, watching as the two fighters rounded the corner. After they were out of the hallway, she turned her attention to the quiet fighter who had been with them since earlier. Joker stared at her, a smirk plastered on his face though he didn't speak even a word. 

"So, what are your plans after this, Ren?"

The ravenette shrugged, though the playful smile didn't leave his face. "Hm. Maybe I could follow you around? I haven't been spending time with you ever since I came here, after all." 

"Sly flirting isn't getting you anywhere with me, Ren," she playfully rolled her eyes. Turning on her heels, she walked a few steps before tilting her head back to look at him. The corner of her lips tugged upwards as her eyes twinkled. "But either way, you're always welcome to accompany me." 

"I'll take up your offer then," Joker chuckled to himself, trailing behind the (h/c)-tressed woman with Kirby in her arms.

As they walked together down the corridor, (Y/n) and Joker engaged in easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. The presence of the small pink puffball, Kirby, added a sense of light-heartedness to their interactions. Joker was known for his enigmatic persona, but around (Y/n), he seemed more relaxed, revealing glimpses of his true self.

They strolled through the halls of the mansion, exchanging anecdotes about their experiences and getting to know each other better. The atmosphere was comfortable and easy as if they had been friends for a long time. Kirby occasionally chimed in with his adorable noises, as if he were part of the conversation.

As they turned a corner, they found themselves in a quieter section of the building, settling beside the wall. The large row of windows offered a view of the setting sun casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. (Y/n) leaned against the windowsill, gazing outside, lost in thought.

Joker observed her quietly for a moment before speaking, his voice soft. "You seem lost in your own world."

(Y/n) turned her attention back to him, a wistful smile on her lips. "Just reminiscing, I suppose. Sometimes I find solace in the simple moments, like watching the sunset after an eventful day."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I can relate. Life can be so chaotic, especially with what we do. It's important to find those moments of tranquility."

"Poyo!" Kirby let out a contented squeak, snuggling closer to (Y/n) as if agreeing with their sentiment. The three of them shared a silent connection, appreciating the peaceful interlude.

"Hey, Ren," (Y/n) began, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Behind that charismatic mask of yours, what's the real you like?"

Joker's smirk softened into a thoughtful expression. He leaned against the windowsill beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "The real me... I suppose I'm someone who's learned to adapt and improvise. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges, and I've become quite skilled at navigating through them."

"Sounds like you've had an interesting journey," she remarked, intrigued.

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it. And what about you, (Y/n)? What's the story behind the person I see before me?"

(Y/n) glanced at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of warmth and vulnerability. "I'm someone who believes in the power of connections. Whether it's with people or the world around me, I find beauty in those moments that bring us closer together."

Joker studied her, his gaze intensifying. "You have a way of making people feel seen and valued."

A faint blush graced her cheeks, but she met his gaze with a steady look. "I think we all have that power within us. It's just a matter of recognizing it."

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the hall. Joker and (Y/n) continued to share their thoughts and dreams, their words flowing effortlessly. The bond between them deepened, forged through genuine conversation and mutual understanding.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, (Y/n) turned to Joker with a grin. "Well, Ren, I should probably head back soon. But I'm glad we had this time to talk."

He nodded, a rare softness in his eyes. "Likewise. Let's do this again sometime."

With a final exchange of smiles, they parted ways for the moment, Kirby still nestled comfortably in (Y/n)'s arms. The echoes of their laughter lingered in the hallway, a testament to the unexpected connections that could blossom in the moment.

In the cozy kitchen of the Smash Mansion, (Y/n) was busy gathering ingredients, and preparing to make a special dessert. Since today is one of the rare days she could relax and treat a certain pink fluffball to her homemade dessert, the (h/c)-tressed woman decided to do just that.

"He's cute even if he's this quiet."

A smile appeared on her lips, gazing fondly at the 3-inch Kirby waddling around the kitchen counter. His blue orbs blinked a couple of times before he flopped down and rocked on his back. Usually, when he's in the kitchen, Kirby would be running around trying to eat anything he sets his eyes on, edible or not.

But (Y/n) wasn't complaining to see how well-behaved the fluffball is right now. Focusing back on her task, the woman started pouring ingredients into a bowl, making the batter first.

She had planned to make strawberry shortcake — one of her signature desserts that Kirby likes a lot. Then, she might make a couple of other cakes and pastries to treat the residents of Smash Mansion.

(Y/n) hummed to herself, an upbeat and gentle tune resonating around the spacious kitchen, bringing a bit of life into her baking session. As the kitchen counter was filled with various raw ingredients waiting to be assembled and baked, a certain pink puffball couldn't help but be entranced by the available food in front of him.

Still in his 3-inch form, Kirby sneaked around the counter, away from (Y/n)'s gaze. His determined oceanic hues were fixated on the bowl of batter in front of him. With a quiet hop, he hung from the edge of the bowl. Immediately, his eyes sparkled at the delicious batter inside.

"Uh-uh—Kācchan," the small fluffball flinched in surprise at her sudden voice, almost falling into the bowl of batter if it wasn't for her fast reaction to catch him by his feet. Now that he was hanging upside down, (Y/n) lifted him up at face level, frowning at him. "No, Kācchan, you can't eat it yet. It's not ready."

"Poyo..." Kirby's face deflated, pouting.

The woman gently set Kirby down on the counter once more, gently rubbing his head in a comforting manner. Although upset that he couldn't just eat anything while she was still working on the dessert, the puffball was more than happy to receive such gestures from his favorite person in the whole world.

"Osha, suki!" he chirped, literal sparkles in his blue orbs.

(Y/n) chuckled at his cuteness and blushed at his honest words. "Thank you, Kācchan. I like you too. Now, wait patiently until I finish your cake, alright?"

Kirby nodded. Smiling at him one last time, the (h/c)-haired woman hurriedly finished her work. He sat there, watching (Y/n) work diligently, his eyes following every move. Although he promised not to eat raw ingredients, he couldn't stop his stomach from growling in anticipation or his mouth watering from the temptations surrounding him.

And that's why (Y/n) had to search for the 3-inch Kirby on the kitchen counter every minute just to make sure that he was not inside a bowl or box of flour for the umpteenth time.

"What am I going to do with you?"

She sighed, setting the flour-covered pink puffball down once more. Once on the marble, Kirby let out an achoo, effectively removing the powder of white from his body, revealing his natural color once more.

"I promise it won't take too long," she said, hoping to pacify the sulking fluffball.

As (Y/n) continued to work her magic in the kitchen, the sweet aroma of baking filled the air, making Kirby's eyes sparkle with anticipation. He couldn't resist the scent, and soon he was perched on the woman's shoulder, his round body quivering with excitement.

"Almost ready, Kācchan," (Y/n) cooed, her hands deftly assembling the layers of the strawberry shortcake. The vibrant red strawberries glistened with a glossy glaze, and the fluffy whipped cream promised a delightful contrast.

A short while later, the strawberry shortcake was finally complete, and (Y/n) carefully sliced a piece for Kirby, placing it on a small plate.

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby, his gaze fixed on the dessert in front of him.

(Y/n]) glanced at Kirby on her shoulder, smiling. "Kācchan, do you want to eat it in your current form or do you want me to make you big?"

Kirby thought for a moment, his tiny pink hand on his round chin. After a minute, he shook his head. "Ie!"

"Alright, Kācchan, dig in."

Kirby wasted no time. With a determined "Poyo!" he leaped forward and dove face-first into the cake, devouring a generous mouthful of strawberries and cream. The (h/c)-tressed woman watched him with a warm smile, enjoying the sight of Kirby's joy.

"Maybe I'll go and make some pies while he's eating..."

Whilst the pink fluffball was busying himself devouring the shortcake made for him. (Y/n) proceeded to prepare more delicious treats for the residents of the Smash Mansion. As Kirby continued to enjoy his strawberry shortcake, (Y/n) worked with a sense of purpose, her hands moving skillfully to create a variety of desserts.

She carefully rolled out pie dough, filled it with sweet fruit fillings, and expertly crimped the edges. The sound of her humming filled the room, harmonizing with the quiet munching sounds coming from Kirby. Soon, the aroma of freshly baked pies and pastries wafted through the air, making the kitchen a haven of delectable scents.

It didn't take long for one of Smash's residents to be drawn by the delicious aroma of (Y/n)'s cooking. A certain blonde Hylian walked in the direction of the kitchen, away from his initial path when he smelled delicious food. Curiously popping his head in, he saw the plethora of pastries on the counter with a (h/c)-haired woman working on it.

"Hm?" pausing her work, (Y/n) whipped her head at the door and saw Link staring at the mountain of desserts on display. She chuckled, pausing her work. "Oh, hello, Link."

Snapping out of his daze at her voice, the blonde hero met her welcoming gaze. The corner of her eyes crinkled, (e/c) hues shining brightly amidst the plain kitchen background. Soon, the man found himself smiling, grunting, and nodding in her direction as a greeting.

"I'm pretty sure Link's also starving."

Chuckling to herself, she ushered the man inside. "Link, can you help me make more desserts for the rest of the fighters? Having more hands on deck would be delightful. Don't worry, you can also try out the treats we made after we finish."

She didn't have to convince Link any further as the thought of food after this was enough to get him to agree. So, with a happy nod, the blonde sauntered over to the woman and awaited her instructions.

As (Y/n) and Link worked side by side in the kitchen, they formed a surprisingly efficient team. (Y/n) demonstrated her baking prowess, guiding Link through the process of making various pastries and desserts. His initial clumsiness gradually gave way to confidence as he followed her instructions, and he even managed to impress her with his quick learning.

Meanwhile, Kirby had finished his strawberry shortcake and was now perched on the kitchen counter, observing the two of them with curiosity. His round eyes moved from (Y/n) to Link and back as if silently approving of their collaboration.

"Phew! There! I think these are enough for everyone," the woman wiped the sweat off her face, proudly looking at the desserts she and Link managed to make in a short span of time.

She glanced at the blonde man beside her, and although he was silently staring at the number of desserts on the kitchen counter, the way he occasionally licked his lips, gulped down his saliva, or tapped his foot indicated that he was trying hard to contain his urge.

(Y/n)'s eyes softened. "You can go ahead and pick any desserts you want to eat, Link."

The man turned to her, eagerness reflected in his cerulean orbs. "...Is it fine?"

"Wow... Since Link rarely speaks, I forgot what his voice sounded like."

Giggling to rid herself of the blush that bloomed on her face, she simpered at the Hylian. "Of course, we made these together. Eating your creation is a delightful reward for a job well done."

Adhering to her words, Link grunted with a nod. Without hesitations, he picked up a clean plate and a pastry knife, cutting pieces of his favorites and putting them on his plate. Then he sat down comfortably on a counter stool, happily munching on the delectable treat they made.

(Y/n) glanced a final time at Link, before focusing on her task — cleaning the kitchen counter, placing the dirty utensils in the sink, and putting away the ingredients they used. After all of those were done, she scanned the area for a certain fluffball.

"Ufufu~ There you are~"

Gently scooping up the 3-inch Kirby in between the plates of pies, she smiled at his sleeping form. Kirby had apparently eaten his fill and was now in a food-induced slumber, his round body rising and falling with each tiny breath. (Y/n) couldn't help but find him utterly adorable in this peaceful state. She carefully cradled the sleeping puffball in her arms, making sure not to wake him as she moved around the kitchen.

"How's it, Link?" she asked, sliding onto the stool beside the blonde Hylian.

"Mhm," he hummed, mouth still full of food. Then, he glanced at the girl beside him, cerulean eyes sparkling and pink dusted his cheeks. "Delicious..."

"You're a messy eater, Link," she chuckled, reaching over to gently clean his face with a napkin.

Link smiled back, blushing a bit at her gesture. "Well, it's worth it for such a tasty cake."

(Y/n) continued to watch Link eat, her heart warm with the joy of making her friends happy. It was moments like these that made the Smash Mansion feel like a true home for everyone, big and small.

The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over the sprawling mansion's garden, as (Y/n) meticulously arranged the tea set on a small table beneath the blooming sakura tree. She glanced at her beloved Kirby, who was comfortably nestled in her arms, his round pink form a stark contrast to the delicate pink blossoms above.

Moments later, she heard footsteps approaching, and a gentle smile graced her lips as Byleth appeared, dressed in his familiar professor's attire.

"Ah, he's finally here."

(Y/n) gestured towards the empty chair across from her. "Byleth, please, have a seat. It's a lovely day for tea in the garden."

Byleth nodded and sat down, his emerald eyes taking in the serene surroundings. "Thank you for inviting me, (Y/n). The garden is beautiful."

The (h/c)-haired woman poured fragrant tea from a delicate porcelain teapot into two cups. "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together and share stories since you're new here. You've seen and experienced so much as a professor and warrior."

Byleth accepted the cup of tea with a grateful nod, his gaze momentarily drifting to Kirby, who was eyeing the tea with curiosity. "Indeed, life at the Officer's Academy was filled with both challenges and joys. It's been quite an adventure."

She gently stroked Kirby's soft, pink head. "And what about you, Byleth? How did you come to be the professor of such an esteemed academy?"

Byleth took a sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat. "It all began when I was entrusted with the responsibility of leading the students of the Black Eagles house. It was a unique opportunity, and I wanted to help guide and protect them."

The woman's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I've heard tales of your incredible combat skills as well. Is it true that you possess the power of the Crests?"

Byleth nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, I bear the Crest of Flames. It grants me exceptional combat abilities, but it also carries a heavy burden. I've had to confront many challenges, both on and off the battlefield."

Kirby made a small noise, drawing their attention. Byleth chuckled softly and reached out to gently pat the little puffball's head. "And who's this adorable companion of yours?"

"I see that he hadn't encountered Kirby during his stay, huh?"

She smiled affectionately. "This is Kirby, my faithful friend and confidant. He's always by my side, bringing a touch of whimsy to my life as an attendant for everyone."

"I see."

As they continued to sip tea and share stories, the two friends found common ground in their experiences. (Y/n) was enthralled by Byleth's tales of battles fought, students mentored, and the bonds forged at the Officer's Academy. Byleth, in turn, was captivated by the woman's adventures managing the Smash Mansion prior to his arrival.

Under the sakura tree's gentle shade, amidst the delicate petals falling like confetti, their tea time in the garden became a cherished memory—a moment of tranquility and connection between two souls from different worlds, brought together by friendship and shared experiences.

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the garden, (Y/n) and Byleth finally concluded their tea time. They exchanged grateful smiles, both appreciating the opportunity to connect with someone who understood the unique challenges they faced in their respective roles.

"I must say, (Y/n), this has been a delightful and peaceful interlude," Byleth remarked, his usually stoic expression softening. "I'm grateful for your hospitality."

(Y/n) nodded, her (e/c) eyes sparkling with warmth. "Likewise, Byleth. It's been wonderful getting to know you better. You have a depth of character that's truly admirable."

Kirby, who had been contentedly watching the exchange, let out a cheerful "Poyo!" as if to express his agreement.

Byleth chuckled, a rare sound that warmed (Y/n)'s heart. "Thank you, both of you. I look forward to more moments like these."

As they rose from their seats, (Y/n) gently cradled Kirby in her arms. The sakura petals continued to fall around them, creating a picturesque scene that felt almost magical.

"Feel free to join us for tea in the garden anytime, Byleth," she offered, her smile genuine.

Byleth nodded, his gratitude evident. "I'll be sure to take you up on that offer. Until then, may our paths cross again soon."

With those parting words, Byleth made his way back towards the mansion, leaving (Y/n) and Kirby to bask in the tranquil beauty of the garden. They watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a serene twilight over the world.

"I wonder if the others can take care of themselves without me... I'll go in after a few more minutes."

As the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The Smash Mansion was filled with unique individuals from different worlds, each with their own stories and challenges. And it was in moments like these, where connections were forged and bonds deepened, that made the mansion truly felt like a home for everyone who resided within its walls.

With Kirby snuggled in her arms, (Y/n) leaned back against the Sakura tree, gazing up at the stars. She knew that more adventures, challenges, and heartwarming moments awaited her in the days to come. But for now, she cherished the peace and friendship that surrounded her, grateful for the extraordinary life she led in this world.

The night was clear and calm as (Y/n) and Cloud made their way to the roof of the Smash Mansion. Kirby, as always, was perched on her shoulder, his round form a comforting presence. The stars above twinkled brightly, painting a canvas of sparkling wonders.

"Isn't it beautiful up here?" (Y/n) whispered, her (e/c) eyes reflecting the celestial beauty above.

Cloud nodded, his usually stoic expression softened by the starlight. "Yeah, it's a rare moment of tranquility. I've spent a lot of my life under these same stars, on countless different worlds."

(Y/n) settled down on a comfortable spot, sitting cross-legged with Kirby nestled in her lap. "Tell me about it, Cloud. I'd love to hear your stories."

Cloud hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the stars. "Well, I've traveled across different dimensions, battled powerful foes, and faced my own demons. But there's something about looking up at the night sky that makes it all feel...smaller, somehow. It reminds me that there's a vast universe out there, and we're just a small part of it."

(Y/n) listened intently, captivated by his words. "It's amazing how the stars can make us feel both insignificant and connected at the same time."

Cloud nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Exactly. No matter where we come from, we all share the same sky."

As they continued to gaze at the stars, (Y/n) couldn't help but point out constellations from this world. "Look, there's Orion, the Hunter," she said, tracing the outline with her finger. "And there's the Big Dipper."

Cloud followed her lead, his gaze tracing the constellations. "I never thought I'd see these constellations in person. It's...different."

"Hai~" Kirby, perched on (Y/n)'s lap, let out a happy squeak, as if he, too, appreciated the beauty of the night sky.

Cloud chuckled at Kirby's enthusiasm. "Looks like Kirby agrees."

(Y/n) smiled, her heart warmed by the simple joy of stargazing with her friends. "You know, Cloud, even in the vastness of the universe, we've found a connection here, under these stars."

Cloud turned to her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Yeah, we have."

With Kirby by their side, (Y/n) and Cloud continued to share stories, pointing out constellations and marveling at the wonders of the night sky. As the hours passed, the bond between them deepened, forged under the celestial canopy that stretched above them.

Under the stars, they found a sense of unity and peace, a reminder that even in a world of warriors and challenges, there were moments of serenity and connection that made it all worthwhile.

"I hope they would enjoy this..."

The sun was shining brightly in the mansion's courtyard as (Y/n) meticulously set up a charming picnic spread. A checkered blanket was spread out on the lush green grass, and a basket filled with delicious treats sat at its center. (Y/n) had prepared a delightful array of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and an assortment of pastries. It was the perfect setting for a relaxing picnic with her friends.

As she put the finishing touches on the picnic table, she couldn't help but smile, excited to surprise Pit and Kirby with this little treat. The courtyard was a peaceful haven, and she knew it would be the ideal place for some quality time together.

Just as she placed a vase of wildflowers in the center of the table, she heard the familiar sound of flapping wings approaching. Pit descended gracefully, his angelic wings folding behind him as he touched down on the grass.

"Hey, (Y/n)! What's all this?" Pit exclaimed, his azure eyes wide with curiosity.

(Y/n) turned to face him, her smile growing even brighter. "Surprise, Pit! I thought it would be nice to have a picnic together. I've prepared some of your favorite snacks."

Pit's face lit up with excitement, and he eagerly approached the picnic table, inspecting the spread. "Wow, this looks amazing! I can't wait to dig in."

Before he could take a seat, (Y/n) gently held out her hand, stopping him. "Not just yet, Pit. There's one more guest I'm waiting for."

Just then, a playful chirp filled the air, and Kirby floated down from the sky, landing with a soft bounce. He fluttered over to (Y/n), his eyes fixated on the food with a mischievous glint.

"Poyo!" Kirby exclaimed, clearly eager to start eating.

(Y/n) chuckled, patting Kirby's pink head gently. "Hold on, Kirby. Let's wait for Pit, alright?"

"Hai~" Kirby nodded, though his eyes never left the food.

As they waited for Pit to join them, (Y/n) decided to start the conversation. "So, how was your match earlier, Pit?"

Pit's face lit up as he settled onto the blanket. "Oh, it was great! Kirby and I had an intense battle, and there were so many funny moments."

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped as if confirming Pit's statement.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Funny moments? Tell me more."

Pit launched into a series of animated stories about the match, detailing the comical mishaps and unexpected twists that occurred. Kirby, perched on the edge of the picnic table, seemed to react to the stories, chirping in agreement or disagreement at various points.

The tales ranged from Kirby using his copy abilities in unexpected ways to Pit accidentally tripping over his own sandals. (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh along with them, finding joy in their camaraderie.

"And then," Pit continued with a grin. "Kirby and I pulled off this amazing combo move that had everyone cheering!"

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped excitedly, clearly proud of their teamwork.

(Y/n) couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "That sounds incredible! Teamwork really makes a difference in these matches."

As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) kept a watchful eye on Kirby, who was now eyeing the sandwiches with an almost predatory gleam.

She chuckled and gently tapped Kirby's round body. "Easy there, Kācchan. We'll eat soon."

Kirby let out an adorable pout but nodded in agreement.

Finally, with the sun warming their faces and laughter filling the air, (Y/n), Pit, and Kirby dug into the delicious picnic spread. The sandwiches were a hit, and the fresh fruit added a refreshing touch to the meal. Kirby, in particular, seemed to enjoy everything, his eyes sparkling with delight as he sampled each dish.

As they savored the food and each other's company, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of friendship and connection. The courtyard was bathed in golden sunlight, and the laughter of friends echoed under the open sky.

It was a perfect day for a picnic, a reminder that even in a world filled with battles and challenges, there were simple joys to be found in the company of loved ones.

[sandinthepipes]

Hello fellow dyslexic/adhd/others who would like to enjoy fanfics through their ears, I just spent the entire day testing android apps to find one that doesn’t suck as much.

TL;DR - these two T2S, Audify

I feel like I need to share this because 90% the apps don’t even allow a web page as a source, let alone get past the log in page, and I cant be the only one who doesn’t want to download every single fic.

“Oh, but doesn’t android have a built-in text-to-speech function in the accessibility settings?” I hear you ask. Yes, but it sucks ass very badly. Firstly it only reads in the system language, so it doesn’t really work. Second, you need to highlight all that you want it to read, and seeing that I read a minimum of 15k words in a sitting, I’m not gonna do that.

Also I’m broke, I imagine you are too, but even if I wasn’t I’m not paying for this, if I did I wouldn’t even be supporting a human being, so no.

I’ll immediately break your trust with the first point, but it’s what I’ve been doing until now, and now that I know what the android mobile experience is like, I feel the need to include this. The best solution I’ve had so far (which works wonders, let me tell you) is letting Siri read them on the iPad. It’s only doable when I’m at home and it’s still an apple product, so that’s why I began the research. However the positive points are INCREDIBLE so I’m going to ads it to the list because I said so.

First of all it’s built-in and SO EASY to access, you literally just swipe with two fingers and it stars to read. It reads the punctuation, you might think that’s a given and so did I, but no. A question sounds like a question, an exclamation point does why its supposed to do, short sentences sound what they’re supposed to sound like. In apparently all the apps ever created, you won’t find any of it, just flat, monotone voices with flat little pauses. Overall excellent experience 10/10.

Cons: it’s on apple, I consider apple the same as Disney, I would love to not give them more money so that they can make the market increasingly worse. Every now and then a system update will fuck with the tts function and it will be unusable for a while. Sometimes it doesn’t like the text format on some fics. It’s not portable.

Now that we got that out of the way let us get to the meet.

Speechify - it sucks bad. At least the free version, but seen as it costs almost 10€ a month I’m not even going to consider the premium version. Fuck that. You can’t increase the speed, and as somebody who hasn’t watched a single YouTube video on normal speed since they added the function I can’t do that, too slow, I forgot what we were talking about once we get to the end of the sentence. Also you can only use those weird very robotic voices, and they’re not even that many. Don’t recommend. I felt like I had to include it since it was one of the few who allowed browser navigation and well, it’s speechify. Also you can’t t have saved more than 3 “files” per time. Doesn’t have sleep mode.

T2S - cute. It works. Again, no emotions, but it reads what it has to, nice voice selections, easy to use. The premium version adds literally nothing, they’re a good app, what they have, they give. Also you can customise the interface colour if you want. Has the sleep mode. - EDIT: this app allows you to have multiple tabs open at the same time, unlike Audify. - EDIT EDIT: it's waaay better than Audify with pdf files.

Audify - works exactly the same as T2S, but it saves the history and has a bit more customisation for how it reads and what it reads (which you don’t really need for ao3, but if you wanted to read, say, Wikipedia with all the notes and stuff, now you know). Has the sleep mode. - EDIT: the double tap to start reading works slightly better than T2S on websites with weird formatting. But unlike T2S you can only have one tab open - EDIT EDIT: will turn your pdf file into text and will show you just text. If you had things like images or columns fucks for you.

That’s all folks. Now go and be free of your reading impediment, or be free in your multitasking, or whatever you want to do. I’m done, I’ve given my datas to all kinds of shady apps, I need to go do damage control

[dailydragon08]

Breathe With Me Part II

Summary: Luke is determined that you end your day on a good, relaxed note. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: M Warnings: crying/emotional reader, steamy makeout session,  illusions to past/future smut (not described, just as in "this has  happened before/could happen  in the future"). A/N: Reposting AGAIN. Again, tried to write it so you can insert any  era of Luke you want (no  idea how soon after ANH he became a commander). Please let me know if  you want a part 3 with Luke and reader's vacation! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog (which includes a link to part 1; Tumblr is weird about links with me sometimes and if I link things, it gets lost in the ether, so please take a look if you’re interested!). Enjoy!

***

You went to take a sip out of your water, sighing when only a few drops slid down your throat. You glanced at the empty mug and set it back down on the table harder than you meant to, wincing as Threepio startled and looked at you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” you mumbled, turning back to your datapad. 

“Oh, it’s quite all right,” Threepio replied. Artoo whistled next to him. 

You tried to concentrate on the files Leia had sent you, but everything was jumbling together into an incoherent mess in your mind. You set the pad down and leaned back in your chair, rubbing at your eyes as you looked around the mostly empty conference room back on the rebel base. “You know, you guys don’t have to stand here if you don’t want. I won’t mind if you need to leave.”

“Oh, well,” Threepio motioned to his companion, “Master Luke instructed us to stick close to you. He mentioned you’d been under a lot of stress and wanted us available to you in case you needed any assistance.”

Your heart swelled and you chewed on your fingernail, unsure what to say. He was always so sweet and thoughtful. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Artoo beeped as an arm shot out of one of his sockets, grabbing your empty mug by the handle and speeding out of the room. You watched him with a frown before returning your eyes to the protocol droid. 

“Oh, I suppose it should be any minute now. I don’t believe they went far from base.”

You nodded your thanks, feeling tears fill your eyes as Artoo wheeled back over to you. He whirred softly as he set your now full cup of water back down on the table in front of you. You patted his head and smiled, picking up your datapad again to message Leia. 

Will it be an issue if I get these files back to you tomorrow instead?

She replied instantly. Not at all. Is it bad again today?

Yeah. Really bad. 

I’m sorry things got too hectic for a vacation once we all got back. I just freed up some time, so why don’t you let me take care of those files? If you send Threepio my way to help, it shouldn’t be an issue for me. Go get some rest. You’ve earned it. Luke is with me now giving a report. He’s almost done and I’ll send him your way as soon as we finish.

Thank you, ILYSM.

ILY too. Now go rest.

You sighed, sending Threepio to aid the princess as requested before trudging down the hall. Artoo stayed faithfully by your side, determined to carry your water for you. Since Luke had become a commander, he got his own small, but private quarters. You had your own bunk assigned to you with the others, but you frequented Luke’s room so often, people usually looked for you there first. You buzzed the code into the keypad—still feeling your stomach do somersaults at the fact that Luke made your name his passcode—and flopped down on the mattress. 

You glanced around for a moment before burying your face in the pillow and letting the Jedi’s familiar scent wash over you. Doing all he did for the rebellion had its perks (mainly thanks to Leia): a double bed, his own private refresher complete with a bathtub (a small tub, but still a tub), a mini fridge, a small counter complete with storage, a kettle, and burner, and even a screen that came down out of the ceiling to go with his projector. It was initially intended for meetings with others off base, but you and Luke had used it for watching holos whenever you got the chance. 

Artoo dimmed the lights as your eyes drooped, using one of his little arms once more to pull the blanket over you. He struggled with the thick material and you smiled, helping him pull it the rest of the way over your shoulders. “Thanks, buddy.”

He chirped happily before settling beside you to wait for Luke. 

***

A gentle shake on your shoulder pulled you out of your slumber. You’d ended up crying yourself to sleep, the box of tissues Artoo had brought from the refresher still on the bed beside you. Luke sat beside you on the bed, staring down at you with concern as he moved the tissues to his nightstand and brushed some leftover tear tracks away with his thumb. “Hey, starflower.”

“Hi,” you warbled as he kissed your forehead. 

He gently brushed your hair away from your face. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Leia managed to get us both five days off.”

You stared at him in amazement. “Five? But won’t they need us? Especially you?”

“Things are calm enough now that they’ll manage.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Then they’ll call us, but Leia seems to think we’ll be fine. Even Mothma agreed. Now scoot over.”

You did as told and he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you tight against his chest. He kissed your forehead again, his hands gently wandering from your hair to your cheek, jaw, and neck. His fingers wrapped around the back, massaging the tension away. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, dozing on and off with Luke peppering your face with kisses and massaging your sore muscles. His soothing voice whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he nuzzled into you, smoothing a hand up and down your back and squeezing you tight. 

“Does anything in particular sound good?” he asked. “Or do you want me to take the lead?”

“Um…” you hesitated. The dimmed lights made a blue, almost hyperspace-like glow in Luke’s room. That, combined with the steady beat of his heart against your ear, made you feel like you could breathe deeply for the first time in weeks. “I’m having trouble thinking right now, so do you…” you glanced up at him, “Do you mind taking the lead?”

“Of course I will.” His thumb brushed against your cheek before he left a soft kiss on your lips, then your nose, cheeks, and forehead. “Will you be okay if I get up and get some things ready for a few minutes?”

You nodded, reluctantly extracting yourself from his hold. He kissed the back of your hand as he slid out of bed, clinging to you until you were out of reach. He murmured a few things to his astromech that you ignored as you let your eyes slide closed again. You hugged Luke’s pillow to your chest, inhaling his scent and pretending he was still holding you. You heard him moving around the room, prying your eyes open long enough to see him rooting around in his mini fridge as Artoo whizzed down the hallway at top speed like he always did whenever Luke sent him on a mission. Their closeness made you smile as you closed your eyes again. 

You had almost slipped into sleep again when you heard Artoo hustle back in with a series of excited beeps, followed by the sound of running water and a plunk. You opened your eyes to Luke gently stroking your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear as he pulled you into a sitting position. “Mmkay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Mmm, kinky.”

He chuckled. “Not like that.” He brushed his lips against your neck, just below your ear, as he helped you undo your pants. “But if you want, I’m more than happy to help with that. But no pressure if you’d rather just relax and cuddle.”

You lifted your hips as Luke slid your bottoms and underwear off in one go. “I’m…not sure I could get in the right headset for that to feel good right now. I’m sorry. Is it okay if we just see how I feel?”

“Of course.” Luke lifted your shirt over your head. “You never have to apologize and you’re never obligated to do anything.” He pressed his lips to your forehead before shrugging off his jacket and rolling his sleeves to his elbows. Before you could admire his forearms and hands for too long, he disappeared into the refresher again and you heard the water stop. He hurried back out and carried bridal style to the refresher. He set you down in the now full tub of warm water, complete with a lavender bath bomb. 

“Where did you even find this?”

“Leia had a few. She knew you were stressed, so told me I could use some if I needed them. I hope the lavender is okay. The scent is supposed to help you relax.”

You nodded, leaning back in the tub. “Yeah, it’s perfect.” You sighed as you felt the exhaustion hit you like a freight train, bringing more tears to your eyes. “Ugh, no, I thought I was done.” You buried your face in your hands, leaning your elbows against your thighs in the water. 

Luke rubbed your back. “Just let it out. Do you want some space or company?”

“Don’t go,” you mumbled into your hands. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You felt him kiss your hair before gathering it behind you and tying it into a loose bun. “You left a hair tie here last time. Who knew you forgetting things would end up being so convenient?”

You let your hands fall into the water, huffing out a meager laugh as Luke took your favorite body wash—which had found a home in his refresher—and spread it over his hands. “I mean, I practically live here anyway, so does it really count as forgetting?” You groaned as Luke’s hands smoothed over your body, gently working out the knots as he came across them. 

He laughed and the sound further relaxed your muscles. “I guess not.” He hesitated, gently pushing you to lean back so he could rub the body wash over more of you. “You know…if you did just want to…move all your stuff in here, I wouldn’t mind.”

You glanced at him hopefully. “Is that allowed?”

He shrugged, rubbing your thighs. You couldn’t help but admire the veins and tanned skin of his forearms. You always forgot how large his hands were until you saw them compared to you, making you melt every time. “I doubt it would cause too much of a ruckus. Command knows you’re in here more often than your own quarters anyway and no one’s said anything yet. Plus, I am also part of command. I could pull a few strings…if you want.” His blue eyes looked at you hopefully, nervousness tinging their edges. 

“Are…” you paused to groan slightly as his hands moved to your sore calf muscles, “are you sure you want me to?”

He smiled and the lovestruck look in his eyes made you want to cry again. “More than anything.” 

Your stomach flipped and you smiled shyly at him before nodding. 

His face lit up. “Is that a yes?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

He flashed a toothy grin at you before squeezing your thigh and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You pressed your forehead to his for a few seconds before you both laughed, kissing him again before his hands traveled to your ankles and feet. 

You glanced at his hair and chuckled. “I think it might be a bit humid in here.”

He laughed. “Well, I know how you like your water to be Mustafar temperatures.”

You couldn’t help the loud laugh that bubbled up out of you. “Your hair’s so fluffy.” 

He smiled before shaking his head vigorously, making it fluff up even more. “If you tell anyone else that nickname, I’ll get you back.”

“What, you don’t wanna hear them call Commander Floofwalker over the loudspeakers?”

He laughed. “No. Especially Han will never let me live that down.”

“I mean, you have similar haircuts, so I bet his does it too—oh, Maker, imagine poor Chewie.”

Luke laughed so hard, he had to pause in massaging your feet. “Oh no, that would be bad. We might not be able to get him through the door to the Falcon’s cockpit.” 

“I’m sure Han would love having a bunch of poofy fur in his way while he’s trying to pilot.”

“Just flying like pleh pleh pleh.”

You giggled, admiring his smile as he met your eyes.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again. I love your laugh.” He smoothed a hand up your calf and back onto your thigh. “And your legs.”

Your smile faded a bit. “Are you sure? I’m a little insecure about them.”

“I know you are. But they’re perfect, I promise.” He kissed the part of your knee that poked out over the water. “Every part of you is. But you are turning into a giant wrinkle, so I think that means it’s time to get out.”

He helped you up and out of the tub, pulling the drain and drying you off with your favorite fluffy towel. “Now,” he kissed your jaw, “do you want Artoo to go grab some clothes from your room or just wear mine?”

You fixed him with a look. “You know the answer to that one.”

He smiled before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the bedroom with him. He put his hands on your shoulders and gently sat you down on the edge of his bed before turning on the burner and setting the kettle on top of it. He pulled a mug and hot chocolate pack out of the cabinet before making his way to his dresser. After gently pulling a black v-neck shirt over your head and helping you step into his boxers, he left a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. 

As he stood, you pulled out the hair tie, the motion making the collar slip off one shoulder. You glanced up as Luke blew a slow breath out his mouth, his eyes tracking the movement hungrily. You chuckled nervously. “What?”

“Just…” Luke shook his head, shuddering out another breath as his blushing face filled with awe. “When your hair sort of just rains down like that combined with the off-the-shoulder….”

You laughed. “You okay over there?”

He laughed breathlessly, stepping between your legs and pulling you flush against him. “Yeah.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, his hands roaming underneath the fabric of his shirt to glide over your skin. Your lips moved in tandem as his hands, still warm from the bath water, slowly traced up and down the sides of your torso and spine. He gasped softly as you dipped your tongue into his mouth, returning the gesture as his hands moved over the top of your shirt, his fingers barely grazing over your chest to cup your face. His hands were large enough that his thumbs could still stroke your cheeks while his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the toned muscle beneath his shirt, slipping into his hair and giving it a gentle tug. He shuddered out a shaky exhale and you felt his knees buckle slightly as he leaned against the bed. 

Before you could continue, the kettle started whistling. Luke continued kissing you, hands wandering, for several seconds as the whistling intensified. You laughed against his lips. “Luke—”

He cut you off with another kiss, murmuring a hmm? into your mouth. You pushed against his chest and he finally pulled away with a dazed expression on his face. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, but your kettle.”

He frowned. “Huh?” His eyes widened as the whistling increased in intensity, his head whipping around so fast his hair flew with him. “Oh!”

You laughed as he rushed over to the kettle, taking it off the burner and depositing the hot chocolate pack’s contents into the mug. “I thought Jedis were supposed to be focused.”

He chuckled as he poured the steaming water over the powder. “I was focused, just not on the kettle…Oh, I’m out of spoons…uhhh…” He hesitated before swirling his fingers several inches above the cup. 

You laughed harder. “Are you Force-stirring?”

He laughed with you. “Maybe?”

You clutched at your stomach. “Artoo is literally holding a spoon in his arm.”

“No, he’s—oh.”

Artoo beeped, holding a plastic spoon from the cafeteria in one of his pinchers. 

You doubled over on the bed. “Maker, Luke.”

“You got me a bit frazzled, okay?” The sound of his bright laugh filled the room and your chest. He took the spoon from the droid before stirring the mug before him. “It’s not my fault you’re so attractive. I’m over here trying to pamper you and you’re making fun of me.”

“And I appreciate it. I love you. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, his joy so palpable and radiating, you wondered if this was how he felt when he sensed your emotions through the Force. “I love you too.” He handed you the mug, watching you lovingly as you took the first sip. “Is it warm enough? Taste okay?”

You nodded, setting it down on the nightstand and scooting over, patting the space beside you. 

He climbed in next to you, using the Force to push the button that brought the screen down. He took his datapad from a drawer in the nightstand and fired up the projector, his library of downloaded holomovies lighting up the tarp. Pulling you against his chest, he left a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before holding the pad out to you. “You pick. Then we can get some dinner, sleep, and decide if we want to just relax here for the next few days or fly anywhere you want.”