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cevansbrat0007 · 8 months ago

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Hello, Duchess

Summary: Your first encounter with Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson, goes worse than you ever could've imagined. Takes place directly after the events in New in Town.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Bickering, Implied Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to my creative consultant, @curls-and-eyeliner. Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari’s P.O.V.

“Can’t believe this town actually has a real live bookstore.” Ari muses as he pulls up in front of the tiny, quaint-looking bookstore. “Fuckin’ wild.” Throwing his truck in park he takes a moment to survey the area, making note of the empty lot.

‘Must not do much business.’ He thinks before climbing out of his vehicle and confidently striding toward the door. Hopefully, the lack of an audience would make things flow a hell of a lot faster. Hell, if you were anything like some of the other women in this town, he’d probably just have to smile and flash his baby blues to convince you to spill your guts.

In fact, he was practically banking on it. Because this wasn’t Ari’s first rodeo – not by a long shot. He’d spent a lot of his life in and out of small towns like Bell’s Creek, which was part of the reason he couldn’t wait to bag his latest bounty and put this place, and its people, in his rearview mirror. Ari reaches for the handle on the door, only to frown when he gets a look at the sign hanging in the window that reads: “sorry, we’re closed”.

Well, that couldn’t be right.

He could’ve sworn that when he’d pressed Mrs. Turner, the First Lady of Calvary Baptist Church, about your whereabouts she’d said he’d be able to find you at your shop. Something about your preferring to work instead of resting and rejoicing on the Lord’s day.

While the bounty hunter supposed he could always try back tomorrow, he was keen to check you off his list. Refusing to admit defeat, he decides to try his luck anyway, only to be surprised when the door opens with a tinkling chime of a bail.

Confused but also now on high alert, Ari takes a tentative step inside as he looks for any sign of life. “Hello?” He calls out, finally allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Instinct has him reaching for his back pocket, checking to make sure he had brought along his firearm.

Just in case.

“Is anybody here?” He tries again, moving further into the shop. The place is clean and well lit, and boasts rack after rack of books. But what’s most impressive is that there doesn’t appear to be a speck of dust anywhere. “Look, I just came by to–”

“We’re closed!” A disembodied voice sounds from the back of the store.

“Yeah, I saw the sign, ma’am…” He clears his throat. “But I think you forgot to lock the door, so I –”

“That means get out!”

“So much for southern hospitality.” Ari grumbles under his breath as he continues on his mission to track down the owner of the voice. “Ma’am, I just wanna talk. And maybe–ahh shit!” He curses when his hip accidentally connects with a half-full rolling cart, sending several of the heavier books crashing to the ground. “Sorry!”

“Did you just break something?!” The voice suddenly screeches. “Don’t make me get my taser.”

“There’s no need for that.” Instead of picking them up, the bounty hunter hastily nudges them aside with his foot. “My name is Ari Levinson, and I’m just here to ask you a couple of questions.”

While this isn’t how the man had expected any of this to go, he’s relieved when he sees a familiar face peek at him from around the corner. A face that happened to be even more beautiful than he initially remembered. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he’d seen you last.

Damn! It was as if the image of you in that dress taking up space at the other end of the pew was now permanently imprinted into his brain. He'd have to tread lightly here.

Otherwise things could get complicated. Fast.

Your P.O.V

“Pretty sure this is what law enforcement calls trespassing.” You sniff, craning your head around the corner to stare at the man who was taking up entirely too much space in the narrow hallway. Sure said man was easy on the eyes, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little concerned about his apparent inability to read.

“I can assure you that’s not what this is.” The lawman holds up his palms in an effort to placate you.

And although you try not to stare, it’s impossible to miss just how big they are – how rough they seemed – with just the right amount of callus. You can’t help but wonder what those hands would feel like on your bare flesh.

“Then what is it?” You ask, struggling to keep your tone short and clipped as you emerge from your hiding place. The last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were actually attracted to him.

If anything, you considered yourself to be curious. No harm there, right?

“As I said, my name is Ari Levinson. I’m a bounty hunter from just outside Rosewell, New Mexico who also occasionally moonlights as a private investigator.” He tells you, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I just stopped by to ask you a couple of questions. And while I didn’t necessarily mean to intrude, I figured you might appreciate me taking a more delicate approach on account of your relationship with my person of interest.”

Fucking Martin Westbrook. He’d been the bane of your existence ever since you’d first crossed paths back in high school.

“I know you’re looking for Martin.” Annoyed by the very nature of the conversation, you pick up a box, hefting it onto your hip so that you can carry it out to the sales floor. “But I’m not quite sure how much help I can be.”

You brush past him, inwardly smiling when he scrambles to get out of your way. It was a subtle reminder that this was your shop. And you absolutely refused to be intimidated by him or anyone else.

“I’m sure whatever you have to say will be plenty helpful.” He’s quick to reassure you as he turns to follow the path you set. “Provided you’re honest, that is.”

“Did you really just waltz into my shop and call me a liar, Mr. Levinson?”

“I meant no offense.” Ari coughs, scrubbing a weary hand over his bearded jaw. If you were the overly presumptuous type, you might think you’d just managed to fluster the poor man.

Now feeling extra prickly, you drop the box onto the far counter of your cashwrap before turning to face your unwelcome guest. “As you can see, I have a busy day’s work ahead of me. And I was really keen on doing it by myself.” You gesture at the array of other boxes and racks placed around the store. “So if we could get a move on, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Gladly.” He gives a brief look around. “Is there some place maybe where you and I can sit and chat?”

“I’d say here is about as good a place as any.” You tell him as you step behind the counter. Bending down, you snag a bottle of cleaner, along with a couple of rags. If this man insisted on being here, then he would just have to deal with you taking care of your business. “I’m pretty confident in my ability to multitask.”

Nodding along, Ari pulls out a small notepad and pen from his back pocket. “When was the last time you saw Mr. Westbrook?”

You let out a sigh as you begin to spray down your countertops with your all-purpose cleaner. While you supposed you could’ve gone with something a little more industrial, you were partial to the way this particular brand’s products always smelled.

“I don’t know.” You shrug as you bask in the scent of rose and cedar. “Maybe three, four weeks ago.”

“Do you happen to recall the day and time?”

“No. Not really. If I had to ballpark it, I’d guess sometime around the 5th of last month.” You move to the next flat surface, spraying it down just like the last.

“You sure about that?” You try not to let it irk you when you see him take a seat on a nearby step stool out of the corner of your eye.

“As much as I can be.”

“And did Mr. Westbrook happen to give you any indication of where he might be headed?”

“Nope.”

He’d been nervous though. That much you did recall. By the time he’d come to you that night, your old friend had been well beyond spooked.

“Did he give you his reason for leaving?”

“We didn’t…” You trail off, taking a moment to scrub at a particularly stubborn sticky spot that’s marring the wood. “There wasn’t really much time for talking.” You’re so concerned with scrubbing that you miss the way the county hunter’s eyes narrow as he studies you. “He just stopped over to say goodbye.”

And to borrow all the cash you happened to have on hand – to the tune of $500. Enough for a bus ticket and a couple nights in a dirt cheap motel.

“Right.” Ari scoffs, admittedly with a bit more heat than he intends. “Not a lot of time for talking.” He pauses briefly to drag a hand through his shaggy brown locks. “Not sure why I didn’t wanna believe them.”

“Am I sensing a problem, Mr. Levinson?” You hum, tossing your rag to the side in favor of focusing on the rugs.

“I guess I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he kept you in the dark about his plans.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “In my experience, most men like Martin tend to have loose lips around the women they’re fuckin’.”

In that moment, it’s almost as if you can feel the air go out of the room. Just who the fuck did this knuckle-dragging, mouth-breather think he was?

“Excuse me?” Those two little words are spoken through clenched teeth. You’re so taken aback by his brazen accusation that you can scarcely breathe, let alone think.

Ari simply quirks a tawny brow at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he’s just placed himself in. Did he not see how close your hand was to that damned stapler? While it was clear that folks in this town had been running their mouths, they’d apparently neglected to mention that you’d also been the star pitcher for your high school softball team.

“Apologies if I offended your delicate sensibilities, Duchess. But I’ve never been the type to beat around the bush. Besides…” The smug bastard tucks his pen behind his ear. “You have to know that people in this town like to talk.”

Fire simmers hot in your belly, as you come out from behind the register. It takes less than ten seconds for you to bridge the distance between yourself and the cocky lawman. While you might’ve been taught never to raise a hand against anyone, this man was sorely testing every last bit of your patience.

“I want to make one thing very, very clear.” You hiss once you’re finally standing toe-to-toe with the handsome interloper who, of course, makes no room to get up himself. “I have never – not even once – slept with Martin Westbrook. He’s a friend, you backwoods jackass. Something you clearly know nothing about.”

“I get the feeling I struck a nerve.”

And, judging by the newfound tick in his jaw, so had you. Except you had no way of knowing it was because he’d lost a buddy of his own a little while back.

“And I think it’s about time you got the hell out of my shop.” His piercing blue eyes fly to yours, letting you know that you’d managed to surprise him with your heated dismissal.

Good. Because this Ari Levinson fella had officially overstayed his welcome.

“Look, Duchess. I apolo –”

��That’s the second time you’ve called me out of my name, Mr. Levinson. And I’m not sure I appreciate it.” You spit as you take a step backwards with the intention of giving him enough space to stand. “Now, I’ve been nothing but amenable to your rather…invasive questions. But we’re done. So, I’m gonna have to insist that you leave.”

Before you decided he’d make a deserving candidate for death by a thousand paper cuts.

Your pulse continues to thrum in your ears as you watch him rise to his full height – an impressive 6’4 – so that he now towers over you. Perhaps if you weren’t so angry you’d be a little more tempted to allow your mind to wander a little farther into the realm of fantasy.

But not now.

Right now, in this moment, all you wanted was to watch Ari Levinson’s sculpted ass walk right out your front door.

Nodding, the now quiet bounty hunter begins moving in the direction of the entrance. Neither of you say a word as you make that quick walk. In fact, you don’t speak again until Ari’s hand is on the handle.

“For what it's worth…” He blows out a weary breath. “This wasn’t how I meant for this to go.” His eyes find yours, as if imploring you to see the truth in them.

However, instead of responding all you can do is offer up a shrug. Which he, of course, takes as an opportunity to keep going.

“It’s just…the idea of someone like you getting caught up with a piece of slime like Westbrook…” He pauses long enough to open the door and take a tentative step outside. “I guess it bothered me more than I realized.”

His reluctant admission has your stomach tied up in knots, which prompts you to ask the one question you were almost certain you’d regret later:

“And just what do you mean by that?” You do your best to seem unruffled as you awkwardly brace yourself against the doorframe.

“All I’m saying is that you’re out of his league.” Feeling even more confused, you watch as Ari’s lips curve in a faint smile. “And if you didn’t know that before, well, now you do.” His head dips politely as he turns to head towards his truck.

“Guess I’ll see you around, Duchess.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning. “Oh, and don’t forget to lock up. Might help with all those unwanted visitors you’ve been havin.”

Ari doesn't need to turn his head to know that you're currently giving him the finger. He can feel it. And all it does it make him smile harder.

END

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lila-lou · 8 months ago

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 27/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, fluff, soft Ben

Word Count: 5637

A/N: This is part 27 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“You just say that because of the baby”, you sobbed.

Ben’s heart sank as your words pierced through him, your pain echoing in his own chest. He reached out to gently wipe away your tears, his touch tender yet filled with a silent plea.

“That’s not true”, he said, his voice filled with earnestness. “I fell in love with you long before this baby was even a possibility”.

You looked at him, your tear-streaked face reflecting a mixture of doubt and longing.

Ben continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I remember the first time I saw you at that supe affairs event. Your smile lit up the entire room, and your voice sounded like the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard. I knew then that I had to have you by my side. I rejoined Butcher only on the condition that he accepts you into the team, because I knew it was the only way I could be close to you”.

He paused, his eyes locked on yours, willing you to believe him. “I wanted you, (Y/N). I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you”.

Ben's voice cracked with emotion as he continued, his words pouring out in a torrent of sincerity. "I love you, (Y/N), more than anything in this world. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, the purest and happiest part of my life".

More tears welled up in your eyes as he spoke, his vulnerability laid bare before you. "I know I haven't always been the best, and I've made mistakes, but I swear to you, (Y/N), I will do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't imagine my life without you, and I'll spend every day proving to you just how much you mean to me".

He reached out, taking your hands in his, his grip gentle yet firm. "Please, (Y/N), believe me when I say that I love you. I'll do anything to make us work".

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love and sincerity reflected back at you.

As the weight of your emotions pressed down on you, your heart ached with a mixture of longing and fear. You couldn't hold back any longer, the intensity of your feelings overwhelming you.

With tears still glistening in your eyes, you sank down to meet Ben on his knee. Without hesitation, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

A wave of relief washed over you both, melting away the tension and uncertainty that had clouded your minds for weeks. In that moment of intimacy, you felt a sense of closeness and connection that transcended words.

Ben's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if to assure himself that you were real, that you were here with him.

As Ben murmured softly against your lips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let's get you to the couch".

With that, he rose to his feet, effortlessly lifting you into his arms as he carried you towards the living room. Despite the weight of the emotions that hung heavy in the air, his touch filled you with a sense of security and warmth.

You nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek as he navigated through the surroundings of your new home. With each step, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, the tension of the past weeks slowly melting away.

As he set you down on the couch, you couldn't help but marvel at the strength and tenderness in his touch.

Ben leaned back, allowing you to cuddle against him, his arm wrapped protectively around you, he pulled a blanket snugly around the two of you.

As Ben looked down at you, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. His lips brushed against your skin with a feather-light touch.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment as his affectionate gesture filled you with a sense of peace and security.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you nestled even closer to him. It felt so normal. As if you had never been apart.

As the weight of the day's events pressed down on you, fatigue washed over you like a tidal wave. Within seconds, you fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Ben remained awake, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. With one hand gently cradling your head against his chest, he listened intently to the soft, rhythmic thud of your unborn child's heartbeat. It was a sound filled with promise and hope, a reminder of the new life growing within you.

As he felt the gentle rise and fall of your breath against him, Ben couldn't help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness swell within him. He would do everything in his power to keep you and your unborn child safe.

Two hours later, you stirred awake. Blinking sleepily, you shifted slightly in Ben's arms, feeling the comforting weight of his embrace loosening around you.

Ben, who had been sitting motionless for the past two hours, shifted slightly as you stirred, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. Carefully, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face.

"How are you feeling?", he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he watched you slowly come back to wakefulness.

As you thought for a moment about how you felt, you rubbed your eyes and looked up at Ben. "Hungry", you mumbled softly, your stomach grumbling in agreement.

Ben chuckled, glancing at his phone to check the time. "You better not want me to cook something", he teased lightly. "because it will probably be disgusting". He grinned at you before suggesting, "How about we order some pizza instead? My stomach seems to agree with that idea".

You nodded in agreement, while Ben's gaze lingered on you, his eyes unable to look away. He watched as you stretched, his heart swelling. The past few weeks without you near him had been unbearable, and now that you were here, in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness wash over him.

As you and Ben continued to cuddle on the couch after eating, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room, you couldn't help but notice Ben's gaze lingering on you more than on the movie.

With a playful grin, you teasingly nudged him. "Enjoying the movie?", you teased, your voice filled with amusement as you caught him staring at you.

Ben chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Uh, yeah, of course", he replied, his tone slightly defensive as he tried to play it off. But his eyes betrayed him, lingering on you with an intensity that spoke volumes.

You wanted to say another teasing comment, but before you could say anything, Ben silenced you with his lips, his kiss soft yet filled with a longing that mirrored your own.

Caught off guard, you melted into his embrace.

Ben gently pushed you back, he hovered above you, his eyes locked with yours as he positioned himself between your legs. The air crackled with anticipation, and a shiver ran down your spine as you felt the weight of his presence above you.

Ben's desire burned hot within him, his longing to kiss you and show you how much he missed you almost overwhelming. Yet, he held himself back, not wanting to scare you away again. Despite the undeniable arousal pulsing through him, he restrained himself, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of longing and restraint.

He wanted you, but more than that, he wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with him. So, he remained still, his throbbing arousal pressing against your clothed body as he continued to look at you, his restraint a testament to his promises.

Feeling his erection pressing against you, you couldn't help but bite your lip, your breath hitching as desire surged through you. With a subtle movement, you pressed your hips forward, seeking some friction, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself getting wet almost instantly.

With a teasing grin, you looked up at Ben. "Is that for me?", your voice low and sultry, your fingers trailing lightly along his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch. "Or maybe you're just happy to see me", you grinned. "Either way, I'm flattered". You lean in closer, your lips just inches from his, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips. "But you know, actions speak louder than words…"

Ben's amused expression breaks into a chuckle as he raises an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?", he responds, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, I guess actions it is then". With a smirk, he leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, teasingly close.

As you felt Ben's breath against your lips and his arousal pressing a bit harder against your heat, a shiver ran down your spine. You couldn't help but arch your body closer to his, craving the contact you both desired. Every nerve in your body tingled with excitement as you waited for him to make the next move, your heart racing with anticipation.

You couldn't contain your impatience any longer as you begged Ben to finally touch you. Your voice was laced with desperation, your body trembling. "Please, Ben", you pleaded, unable to hide the urgency in your voice. "I need you to touch me. It's been way too long".

As Ben leaned in, his lips soft against yours, a surge of desire washed over you. His movements were deliberate and enticing, his hips grinding against yours in a slow rhythm. With each movement, his bulge rubbed against your pussy in the most tantalizing way, eliciting soft whimpers from your lips as you melted into the kiss. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, your body arching against his as you yearned for more.

But you couldn't endure his teasing any longer. You pushed Ben back until he sat again, straddling his knees, and attempted to get rid of his supe suit. With determined yet fumbling fingers, you struggled with the fastenings, your cheeks flushing with both frustration and excitement.

Ben watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Need a hand there?", he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he enjoyed the sight of you grappling with the suit.

You shot him a playful glare, your determination only fueled by his teasing. "I've got this", you retorted.

As the intensity of the moment grew, you couldn’t find any zippers or buttons, and you groaned in frustration. Ben couldn’t help but tease you further, his hands firm on your hips as he leaned in closer.

“Seems like you’re struggling there, sweetheart”, he grinned. “Sure you don’t need any help?”.

You huffed in mock annoyance, shooting him a pissed glare. “I swear, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll never get this fucking suit off”, you retorted.

Ben leaned back, a wide grin spreading across his face as he watched your frustrated attempts to remove the suit. Despite your annoyance, he couldn’t help but find the sight incredibly endearing.

“I’ll stop teasing, I promise”, he said, his tone filled with amusement. “But only if you let me help you with that suit”.

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile. “Fine”, you relented, a hint of laughter in your voice.

You leaned back, watching with fascination as Ben effortlessly opened his suit, his movements smooth and practiced. His amused gaze never left your face, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the affectionate look in his eyes.

He shrugged off his suit, revealing the toned muscles beneath. You couldn't tear your gaze away.

"Someone's been hitting the gym", a smirk dancing on your lips. "Looking pretty buff there, Superman".

Ben's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, a rare hint of bashfulness crossing his usually confident demeanor. "Had enough time".

As Ben pulled you close, kissing you softly, his hands wandered to your asscheeks, gripping them firmly as he stood up with you straddling his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace as the kiss deepened.

While Ben carried you towards the bedroom, his lips brushed against yours with each step. "Where are we going?".

He murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire, "After all these weeks, I want to take my time with you. Not just fuck you on that couch".

You smiled at his words, feeling a surge of warmth coursing through you as he entered the bedroom, setting you gently on the bed.

Ben slipped out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. You eagerly discarded your clothes, tossing them aside with impatience.

Chuckling softly, Ben teased, "Someone's in a hurry, huh?".

You shot him a playful glare, a smirk playing on your lips. "Can you blame me?", you retorted.

Ben grinned, his eyes filled with desire mirroring yours as he climbed back onto the bed, hovering over you with an intense gaze. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he murmured, "I missed you so much, (Y/N)".

"I missed you too", you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you reached up to cup his cheek.

As your lips finally met again, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you lost in the intensity of the moment. The soft brush of your lips against his ignited a fiery passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Ben's erection throbbed painfully hard against his boxers.

Every touch, every caress was electric, sending shivers down your spine as you melted into each other's embrace. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans.

Ben's lips trailed down your chest before he pulled down both cups of your bra, revealing your breasts to his gaze. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent a rush of arousal coursing through you.

You moaned softly as his lips found their way to one of your nipples, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. His touch was both gentle and insistent. Fuck, he loved women. And he sure did love you.

Amidst the symphony of your soft moans, Ben struggled to maintain his composure, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch with each sound that escaped your lips. He couldn't help but respond to your pleasure, his own desires burning hotter with each passing moment.

"Fuck, I missed hearing you like this", he murmured huskily.

Kissing down your Body, Ben's lips pressed gently against your flat stomach, his kisses tender as he paused to look up at you. His eyes held a mixture of awe and adoration.

The thought of you carrying his child filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy, his heart swelling with emotion at the thought of the life growing inside you. In that moment, he felt a bond with you unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

As he continued to pepper your skin with soft kisses, his love for you deepened even further.

Ben's fingers slowly pulling down your panties, revealing how wet you already were. A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt the slick warmth between your thighs.

But you were impatient, the desire burning hot within you, and you didn't even want to wait for foreplay.

"Please, Ben", you pleaded. "I need you… now".

Ben looked up at you, he was already excited to taste you again, hoping that you would let him indulge in eating you out for just a few minutes.

His gaze pleaded with you, silently urging you to give in.

You met his pleading gaze. With a slight nod, he indicated towards your pussy, and you let your head fall back into the cushions, nearly rolling your eyes at him, before pressing your hips gently upwards, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to your core.

Ben's movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing lazy circles against your sensitive flesh. Each touch was filled with tenderness and passion, as if he wanted to savor every moment. His lips moved against you with a gentle rhythm, eliciting soft gasps and moans from your lips. You could feel the intensity of his desire in every caress, every flick of his tongue.

You couldn't help but arch your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him closer. His movements were deliberate, each stroke of his tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each gentle flick and teasing kiss, he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck! Ben", you moaned. "Don't stop, please".

His only response was a low growl of approval, his lips and tongue continuing their assault on your soft flesh. Every touch, every caress was like a symphony of pleasure, building you up higher and higher until you felt like you were on the edge of oblivion.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he brought you crashing over the edge, his lips and tongue working magic as you tumbled into blissful release.

"Fuck.. Ben!", you cried out, your body trembling with the force of your climax.

He lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you. "Told you", he said smugly.

As Ben stripped out of his boxers, his erection sprung free, hard and eager. You tried to catch your breath while you watched him, giving himself a few pumps, his hand moving smoothly over his length, before he positioned himself between your legs. With a teasing grin, he let his cock slip through your slick folds a few times, coating himself in your arousal.

You gasped at the sensation, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Your body was already buzzing. With a soft whimper, you urged him closer, desperate for the connection only he could provide.

"Want it nice and slow, baby?", Ben's voice was low, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you.

Instead of answering his question, you kept rubbing your hips against his.

"You're awfully impatient tonight", Ben teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt your hips grinding against his.

"Ready?", Ben murmured as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours, seeking permission.

As you nodded, your hands instinctively cupped Ben's biceps, bracing yourself for the initial discomfort that always accompanied his size.

"Just relax", Ben murmured soothingly. "I'll be more careful this time".

As he eased himself inside you, inch by inch, he reminded himself to go slow, to be gentle. He knew you needed it that way this time, even though it was difficult for him to restrain himself. He exhaled heavily, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back.

Halfway in, you winced as Ben brushed against your G-spot a way too hard. He immediately stopped.

"Sorry," Ben murmured and shifted carefully to hit another angle. Inching forward again, his hands rested beside your head, his biceps tensing underneath your touch.

"No… I'm sorry for being so whiny, it's just… been a while". Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"None of that", Ben murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but his words carried a weight of reassurance. His struggle was evident in his tone, a battle between his desire to please you and his own primal urges.

As Ben bottomed out, filling you completely, you both gasped in unison, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Your eyes squeezed shut, lost in the moment, and so did his.

Ben stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness.

"You okay?", he murmured softly as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You could feel every inch of him buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most delicious way. His breaths were heavy against your skin, as he fought to maintain control.

Your body pulsed with sensation, every nerve ending alive with the intensity of the moment. You nodded slightly in response to his question, your breath hitching as you adjusted to the fullness of him inside you.

Ben's hand gripped your thigh and guided it against his hips. You felt him sinking even deeper inside you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. A loud moan escaped your lips as pleasure surged through your body.

Ben began to move inside you, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along the curve of your shoulder. The intimacy of the moment filled you with a sense of overwhelming closeness.

As Ben's hips rocked against yours, his movements were deliberate and controlled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath hitched with every stroke, your fingers digging into his back as you pulled him closer.

Your moans mingled with his, filling the room with the sounds of your passion. With each movement, you felt yourself drawing closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Unable to hold back any longer, you met each of his thrusts with equal fervor, your desire for each other burning hotter with each passing moment. It had been weeks since you had last been together like this, and the pent-up longing between you only intensified the pleasure of the moment.

With every thrust, Ben poured all his emotions into the rhythm, each movement a testament to his love and desire for you.

He continued to move inside you with such passion and intensity, it didn't take long for you to reach the edge. The overwhelming sensations washed over you like a tidal wave, carrying you to the peak of ecstasy with an intensity that left you breathless.

As Ben felt himself reaching the brink, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "I can't hold back anymore".

With a guttural groan, he released himself deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum flooding you.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ben collapsed against you, his breath ragged as he held you close. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, bound together by the intensity of your love and desire.

After a while, Ben let himself sink beside you, pulling you close in a tender embrace. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if all the worries and uncertainties of the world had momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of his presence beside you.

Ben's voice was soft as he spoke, his words carrying a weight of sincerity and vulnerability. "I know I've hurt you before", he began, his gaze searching yours for understanding. "And I swear, I'll never hurt you again. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy".

He paused, struggling to find the right words. "I may not always get it right", he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "but I'll try, (Y/N). I'll try my damnedest to be the man you deserve".

His eyes bore into yours, silently pleading for forgiveness and acceptance, his heart laid bare before you.

Ben's gaze drifted down to your belly, a mixture of wonder and apprehension flickering in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

"Can I?", he asked softly, his hand hovering uncertainly over your stomach, his touch gentle as if afraid to disturb something fragile.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you reached out to take his hand, guiding it to rest against your abdomen. "Of course", you whispered, the warmth of his hand against your skin sending a comforting shiver down your spine.

Ben's gaze remained concentrated, his hand resting gently on your stomach as he focused on feeling the faint heartbeat within. You watched him, marveling at the sight of his expression, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"I can't believe it", you whispered, the reality of the situation still sinking in. "I'm pregnant".

Ben's smile widened, his eyes never leaving your belly. "Yeah", he murmured softly.

But as he studied your expression, his smile faltered and a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. Despite his own excitement, he couldn't help but notice the lack of joy reflected in your face. His lips formed into a straight line as he contemplated whether to voice his thoughts, but the fear of your potential response held him back. Instead, he remained silent.

As Ben's heart ached, he shifted his gaze back to your belly, using it as a shield to conceal the pain in his eyes. Lost in your own thoughts, you remained unaware of his reaction, your focus consumed by the weight of the situation and the uncertainty of the future. The silence between you stretched on, heavy with unspoken emotions and unaddressed concerns.

Before Ben could inquire about your thoughts, you rubbed your eyes, a gesture that didn't escape his notice.

"I'm tired", you mumbled softly, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

Ben nodded, his emotions swirling as he processed everything that had transpired. “Yeah, we should get some rest. We can talk more about this tomorrow”.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the day bearing down on you.

As Ben pulled you close to his chest, his lips brushed against the top of your head in a tender kiss, and you snuggled closer to him.

For a moment, the weight of the day seemed to lift as you nestled against him, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

As you woke up the next day, you felt Ben's strong grip around your waist, almost bruising but not touching your stomach.

"Hey", you whispered sleepily, shifting a bit in his arms. "You need to loosen up a bit".

Your soft voice roused Ben from his slumber, and he blinked groggily, not entirely pleased at being awakened.

Struggling to breathe a bit under his tight hold, you gently nudged him again. "Ben, seriously", you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep. "I need to fucking breathe".

Ben's grip relaxed immediately as he realized he had been holding you too tightly. "Sorry", he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Didn't mean to squeeze you like that".

As you turned to face him, you saw a look of genuine remorse on his face, and his arm instinctively pulled you back close to him. You couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as you thought about his recent episodes of uncontrolled strength.

"Yeah", you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. "You really need to get your strength in check. It's been a bit… unpredictable lately". You paused, your mind drifting to the times when his chest would inexplicably start glowing. "I mean, what if it happens again, but in a more serious situation?".

Ben let out a frustrated groan, his expression reflecting his annoyance as he leaned back, releasing his hold on you.

"I fucking know, okay?", he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll try to control it better. It's just… been a lot to handle lately".

You couldn't resist teasing him a bit, given his rare display of vulnerability.

"So… Is the big, tough superhero finally admitting he has flaws?", you teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged him gently.

Ben's eyes snapped open, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer.

"Oh, you have no idea", he murmured teasingly, his voice low and husky. "Let me show you just how much control I have".

With a swift motion, he effortlessly lifted you and settled you on his lap, the undeniable hardness beneath you confirming his words.

You chuckled tiredly, feeling his hands gently caressing your hips, his thumbs brushing over your stomach in a soothing motion.

"I do kinda feel… off sometimes", Ben admitted quietly without meeting your gaze.

"Off how?", you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you looked down at him.

Ben hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I don't know", he mumbled. "Ever since those four months of being captured… I just feel… different. Like I can't quite control everything as I used to… Like… it´s too much power for one person".

He sighed, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Look… I… just don´t want you to think I'm doing all of this on purpose".

You watched him intently, leaning down to cup his jaw affectionately before softly placing your lips on his.

"Mmm, maybe we should get the doctors at Vought to check you out along with me and the baby", you mumbled against his lips, your concern evident in your tone.

Ben rolled his eyes, but you could see a hint of reluctance in his expression. "Yeah, yeah, maybe", he replied nonchalantly, though you sensed there was more to his reaction than he let on.

Ben gently pushed you back upright, his gaze lingering on your flat belly as he contemplated your words.

"How are you feeling?", he asked softly.

You sensed the weight of his unspoken fears as he gazed at you, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of his thoughts. Despite his attempts to mask it, you could feel his anxiety radiating from him. He was fucking afraid that you would make a decision and not involve him.

"I'm… I don't know, Ben", you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just… a lot to process. I never imagined… this".

You could sense Ben's fear and uncertainty, his emotions raw and palpable. It was evident that he was struggling to come to terms with the situation, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw the vulnerability beneath his facade of strength.

"I know, Ben", you whispered softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "It's a lot for both of us to take in. But we'll figure it out, okay?".

There was silence as Ben's thumbs just continued to brush over your stomach. You hesitated but then met his gaze again. “Did you meant what you said last night?”, you whispered. Ben knew exactly what you mean and groans again, eyes rolling.

His thumbs pausing their gentle caress. He sighed softly, a mixture of frustration and affection evident in his expression.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I meant it”, he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “I love you, okay? And before you fucking start again, no… I’m not just saying that because of the baby”.

You couldn’t help but blush slightly as your lips twitched, feeling a warmth spreading in your belly at Ben’s words. His amused but slightly annoyed tone only added to the mix of emotions swirling inside you.

“Oh, great, now you’re blushing like a fucking little schoolgirl”, he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. “I swear, (Y/N), you’re impossible sometimes”.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it”, you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Just making sure, you know?”.

Ben rolled his eyes again, but a small smirk played on his lips. “Yeah, well, now you know”, he muttered, his thumb resuming its gentle movements over your stomach.

As Ben’s phone rang, his expression shifted from one of contentment to annoyance. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed heavily before reluctantly answering.

“What?”, Ben barked into the phone, his tone curt and impatient.

Butcher’s voice came through loud and clear, dripping with irritation. “Where the hell are you? We’ve got a bloody meeting in ten minutes and you’re not here”.

Ben rolled his eyes, barely concealing his irritation. “I’ll be there when I damn well please, Butcher”, he retorted, his voice laced with hostility. “Don’t get your fucking panties in a twist”.

He ended the call with a sharp jab of his finger and let out an exasperated sigh.

You mumbled about having to see the doctor anyway, but Ben made it clear that he would join you for the appointment. He lifted you up from his hips to get up from the bed.

“I’m not letting you go there alone”, he stated firmly, his voice tinged with protectiveness. “Especially now that i know you’re carrying my child”.

You rolled your eyes at his words, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. There was something oddly endearing about Ben's protectiveness, even if it sometimes bordered on overbearing.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 28

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knight-in-baggy-sweatpants · 3 months ago

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finished Batman: Zero Year yesterday and am honestly considering becoming a Duke Thomas fan account. i think he's only around ten or so and obviously nowhere close to becoming Signal in the comic, but he's just too precious and too brilliant for me to care. Every time I saw the word "signal" I automatically thought of him. When Gordon created the Batsignal(an absolutely amazing moment I have to say) my brain lit up with possibilities about Duke seeing it happen(i will say that i don't know the absolute reason he chose the name Signal, but i hope that's it). if i don't get my hands on the We Are Robin arc soon i'm going to go insane thinking about him.

also i think it's even further evidence of both Duke and Steph erasure that i see absolutely no one making them friends(Steph first trained to fight Cluemaster, and Duke began training himself to create a riddle to beat the Riddler! DC give me a Spoiler/Signal comic, and my LIFE, is YOURS). two of my favorite cutie patooties and i never even realized this connection between them. you can absolutely trust that they will be buddies in the batfam x renegades fic i'm writing.

#duke thomas #batman #batfamily #batman zero year #batman comics #stephanie brown #dc spoiler #batfam #dc batfam

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moonmaiden1996 · 22 days ago

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The Hogfather’s Gift

This is a story inspired by one of my favorite things I love to watch at Christmas time, The Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett.

Astarion is finding it a little difficult to take your traditions seriously. Maybe a little gift from the man in question would change his mind.

Snow blanketed the forest surrounding the small cabin you and Astarion had chosen as your winter retreat, the frosted trees glittering like a thousand tiny stars under the moonlight. The cabin was a cozy little haven tucked into a clearing, and—much to Astarion’s chagrin—it was just a stone’s throw from Waterdeep. Gale had decided to settle there for the season, his tower becoming a makeshift headquarters for the rest of your unruly band of renegades.

Despite the warmth of the crackling fire and the fragrant scent of mulled wine filling the room, the evening had taken a predictably irreverent turn. The cabin, under your determined effort, had been transformed into a true yuletide grotto. Strings of holly and ivy adorned the mantle, their waxy leaves catching the firelight, while bright red ribbons and baubles hung from the rafters.

Astarion lounged on the velvet settee he had “liberated” from Gale’s study, his glass of wine tilted lazily in one hand, crimson eyes glinting with their usual mischief. “You can’t seriously believe in this… Hogfather nonsense,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

You had been carefully arranging a hand-carved figurine of the Hogfather on the mantle when he spoke. The little wooden boars pulling the sleigh gleamed in the firelight, lovingly polished as part of the tradition.

“Think about it,” Astarion continued, swirling his wine. “A jolly, porcine deity sneaking into homes to reward mortals for their good behavior? Darling, if it was any other time of the year if a strange figure wandered in here unannounced, you’d have your blade at their throat before they could utter a single ‘Ho ho ho.’ Face it: this so-called deity is a creep. Or at best… a pervert.”

You turned sharply, clutching the figurine as if it could defend itself. “It’s not nonsense,” you insisted, your voice firm despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “It’s tradition. The Hogfather watches over those who honor him—especially those who still believe. Don’t be flippant, Astarion.”

He smirked, fangs glinting. “Oh, of course. Because nothing says ‘divine benevolence’ like a giant pig handing out trinkets. I suppose you’re leaving out milk and carrots for him, too?”

“Milk and porridge,” you corrected with a huff, returning to your task. “And the carrots are for the boars pulling his sleigh.”

Astarion laughed, the sound soft but biting, like frost crunching underfoot. “You’re adorable when you’re being naive,” he teased, leaning back with a contented sigh.

Despite his teasing, Astarion helped you. He couldn’t seem to resist. He complained about the garlands of holly and ivy as he hung them, bemoaning their impracticality and calling them “archaic woodland clutter.” He wrinkled his nose at the strong brandy-infused porridge, muttering about the waste of perfectly good alcohol, but helped set it out by the hearth anyway. And when you asked him to hang the stockings, he sighed dramatically, muttering, “I’d rather be removing stockings than hanging them,” but did as you asked.

By the time the preparations were finished, the cabin glowed with a warmth even Astarion couldn’t deny. The air was rich with the scents of spice and pine, and the firelight danced on the polished decorations. It was… comforting. Almost nostalgic, though Astarion couldn’t quite place why, his family would never honor such as pagan belief.

You lit a single candle and set it on the windowsill, the flame flickering softly as snow continued to fall outside. “An invitation,” you explained. “For the Hogfather to visit.”

“Are we quite finished now?” Astarion asked, stifling a fake yawn. “I’d hate for the great and powerful Hogfather to find you awake past your bedtime and skip over us entirely.”

You shot him a glare but ignored his jibes, retreating to bed with a contented smile.

xxxxxx

The next morning, you woke to an unfamiliar sound: the soft shuffle of bare feet on wooden floors.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up to find Astarion pacing near the hearth, his usually graceful movements replaced by something tense and hesitant. He was turning something over in his hands—a ring with an elegant design, the gold catching the morning light.

“What’s that?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep as you slipped out of bed.

He glanced at you, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something… quieter. “I… found it,” he said slowly. “In my stocking.”

Your heart quickened. “You’re joking.”

“I assure you, I’m not.” He held the ring up for you to see, the delicate craftsmanship undeniable. “And it came with this.”

He handed you a piece of parchment, the script on it flowing and ornate:

For taking such good care of my devoted believer, I thought you deserved a gift of your own. Wear it well. - The Hogfather

Your breath caught. “It’s real,” you whispered, the vindication almost too much to process.

Astarion, however, remained skeptical. “It’s likely some sort of trick,” he muttered, turning the ring over in his hands. “Probably enchanted. I wouldn’t—”

Before he could finish, the ring slipped from his fingers, seemingly of its own accord, and slid onto his hand. There was a blinding flash of light, and Astarion staggered, gripping the mantle for support. When the light faded, his eyes widened in shock.

“I… I’m breathing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pressed a trembling hand to his chest, feeling the steady, unfamiliar thrum of a heartbeat. “By the gods…”

You reached for him, your own hands trembling as you touched his face. His skin was warm now, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. His crimson eyes had softened into a mossy blue, human and vibrant. His fangs still peaked out but the harshness was softened by his golden skin.

“It’s real,” you repeated, tears brimming in your eyes.

Astarion stared at you, his expression unreadable as his hand covered yours. Then, for the first time in what felt like centuries, he smiled—soft and unguarded.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, “there’s more to this Hogfather business than I thought.”

That morning, the two of you celebrated the Hogfather’s generosity. Though Astarion claimed to still find the whole concept absurd, you noticed he hung the offering of thanks upon the hearth with much less complaint.

As the snow continued to fall outside, you couldn’t help but think that miracles—no matter how improbable—were always worth believing in.

Sooooooo what you think? Hopefully this is the first of many winter stories!

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#astarion x tav #baulders gate astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #balders gate 3 #baulders gate 3 #balders gate tav

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ruksanada · 2 months ago

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Harringrove pirate au

I added a snippet of the fic I started writing.

I think I'm at like chapter 9, defs need a beta reader, grammarly can only help my dyslexic ass so much xD but yeah here is a little sketch I did whilst inspired~

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“Looks like a noble’s ship,” Billy hummed eagerly, more to himself than to Max. “We’re taking it.”

Max raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. She knew the drill. They had done this enough times to make the plan muscle memory. Billy turned, his heart already pounding with the thrill of what was about to happen. They were pirates, and pirates didn’t survive by playing it safe.

Within minutes, they were alongside the noble ship. The Runaway Renegades moved silently through the water, thanks to Jane and Kali. Billy motioned to the crew, and one by one, they tossed the grappling hooks over the side of the royal vessel.

Billy climbed the ropes silently, his heart thudding in his chest. The moon barely illuminated the massive ship they now clung to, but it didn’t matter. He knew how to move unseen, like a shadow creeping through the night. His crew followed behind him, but Billy’s focus was ahead, locked on the captain’s quarters.

He slipped onto the deck, his boots landing with barely a sound. His crew scattered like phantoms, but Billy headed straight for the captain's quarters. Max and his crew could handle the others.

The door creaked as he pushed it open. Inside, the room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, and sitting at the captain’s desk was a boy, no more than Billy’s age. But this wasn’t just any boy. He was a prince, a familiar one. The brunette was rolling his crown back and forth on the desk like it was a piece of scrap metal.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat before it quickly settled back into its cold, steady rhythm. The prince looked up from his desk, his hazel eyes locking onto his blues, surprise flashing across his face. He was beautiful, in that infuriatingly aristocratic way. Dark hair that looked like it had been fussed over, sharp jawline, and an air of someone who had never had to fight for anything in his life.

“Who the hell are you?” the prince demanded, jumping to his feet, his hand reaching for something, a sword, maybe. Too bad for him it wasn’t on his hip, it was over near the far to luxurious bed.

Billy couldn’t deny the prince had a certain... appeal. It was the fire behind his eyes. He was scared, but he wasn’t backing down.

Billy smirked, stepping forward with an easy swagger, his fingers playing with the hilt of his own blade. “What, no ‘welcome aboard’ for the new guest?”.

The brunette's eyes narrowed, but Billy saw the flicker of uncertainty in them. “This is my ship,” he said, his voice hard but a little too high.

Billy stepped forward, his grin widening, fingers still toying with the hilt of his sword. “Really, you sure about that? looks like it has my name written all over it… Maybe you’ve heard of it… Billy the Bloody ring any bells? I’ll be taking your ship now, princess.”

The prince’s eyes narrowed at the insult. “Like hell, you will.” He had most defiantly heard that name before he had seen the wanted posters, and heard the stories, his crew was notorious.

Steve tried his best to swallow his fear but the most recent news of the pirate in front of him was swirling around his head.

Princess Cunningham had been kidnapped for ransom. The pirate had got their ransom then slit her throat and threw her into the water. Or at least that’s what he had heard, there were so many rumours, all too unbelievable. World’s fastest ship that moved more silently than an owl, disappearing as though it had never been there. A crew of children that never grew up.

Whether it was true or not, the prince’s heart was pounding erratically in his chest. He was probably going to die.

Billy let out a low chuckle, his gaze dragging over the teen in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just here for the ship. “Oh, I will. And you’re going to stand there looking pretty while I do it.”

The brunette flushed at being called pretty but anger soon flashed across his face in a second. He hated being called useless he had heard it far too often from his father “I don’t know who you think you are, but-”

“I know exactly who I am.” Billy interrupted, taking another step closer, his grin growing. “The guy taking your ship. And you" his eyes scanned him up and down, "Pretty boy… you’re just gonna stand there like the helpless little princess you are.”

The prince sputtered, his hands clenched into fists. “I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Billy cut in, now only a few feet away from the royal, his voice low and teasing. “Scream for help? Cry to daddy? I bet you’ve never had to fight for a damn thing in your life, have you?”.

Before he could finish, the prince lunged forward, his fist swinging hard toward Billy’s face. Billy barely had time to react, dodging to the side, the punch only just grazed his jaw. It was the second swing that got him, his other fist made hard contact with his face. The pain ignited something wild in Billy, and for a moment, all he felt was adrenaline. A sharp almost manic laugh left his mouth.

“Well, well, look at you. Got some fight in you after all,” Billy muttered, wiping the blood from his lip.

Without missing a beat, the brunette swung again, but Billy caught his wrist, twisting it behind his back in a single, fluid motion. The prince let out a sharp grunt of pain, but he didn’t give up. He kicked out, trying to trip Billy, but Billy was faster, shoving him down against the desk.

For a moment, Billy was draped over the prince’s back pressing him hard down onto the desk his breath against his ear, the tension between them thick and palpable. Billy’s grin was sharp, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.

It was surely a compromising sight “Oh princess, what is thy name? ” Billy teased his face an inch from the wonderfully flustered brunette.

His hazel eyes still burning with defiance. “It’s Prince Stephen Harrington and I’m not scared of the like of you.” Billy’s first thought was right. He knew him.

“Maybe you should be Stevie~” Billy shot back, grinding himself a little harder against Steve who he had bent over the desk. For a moment, the air felt charged between them, like a storm waiting to break. And then Steve, infuriatingly stubborn, threw his head backwards, catching Billy square in the nose with a hard crack.

Billy stumbled back, a sharp sting spreading across his face. He hadn’t expected that. The prince had some real guts.

But enough was enough.

Billy wiped at the blood trickling from his nose, his grin now replaced with something colder, darker. He drew his sword with a smooth motion, the blade glinting in the candlelight. “You’re fun, Harrington,” Billy said, his voice low and dangerous, “but we’re done here.”

Steve’s gaze flickered to the blade, his chest heaving from the fight, but he stood his ground, fists still clenched.

Billy stepped closer, his voice dropping even lower. “Unless you want your little crew to suffer, I suggest you calm down. This ship is mine now, and if you don’t hand it over... well, let's just say I’m not feeling too merciful tonight.”

Steve’s bravado faltered slightly at the mention of his crew “You can’t just take whatever you want,” he said through gritted teeth.

Billy chuckled darkly, leaning in so close Steve could feel the heat of his breath. “Watch me.”

With that, Billy sheathed his sword and turned, but not without one final glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and princess? Next time you throw a punch, plant your feet, then draw a charge”

Steve glared at him, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. Billy could feel his gaze burning into his back as he stepped out of the captain’s quarters, a smirk creeping back onto his face.

“Fine,” Steve spat. “Take the ship. But don’t think for a second I’m going to make this easy for you.”

Billy’s smile turned feral. “Oh, I don’t want it easy, princess. That wouldn’t be any fun.”

Steve stiffened at the insult. Billy was already heading for the door, his mind buzzing. This was going to be interesting.

As Billy stepped out onto the deck, he glanced back over his shoulder, catching Steve’s narrowed gaze.

This really was going to be fun.

#harringrove rp #billy x steve #steve x billy #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things au #pirate au #harringrove

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what-bot · 15 days ago

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I just had the world’s WORST idea

The “Do the butts match” situation but with the Renegade

I think what would happen is Hopper or someone would do it as a joke, not realising they accidentally guessed correctly. Also people are now digging through old images of Tron to figure out if he matches with the Renegade (he doesn’t)

When Tron finds out about this he does the absolute longest sigh and adds some ‘improvements’ to Beck’s disguise so his cover’s not blown

Edit: I’ve made a fic

It started with a NetWeb post.

‘That loser can’t hide the truth! The butts match! The facts don’t lie!’

Someone had posted two images on the public forum. One was of Beck chatting to a group of programs in the Argon garage. The other was the Renegade turning into a poorly-lit alleyway.

Both were taken from behind, with red outlining the butts in question.

Now, given most people on the Grid wore form-fitting suits, this was actually a problem. Especially given who was now reading the post.

“Why are you showing me this drivel?” Tesler grumbled.

“I think they’re accusing this program of being the Renegade. Funny way of doing it, though,” Pavel sneered.

“We can’t identify the civilian from the photo, but we do know the garage it was taken at. I suppose we should investigate.”

Tesler grumbled and fumed.

“We are not doing…butt checks. This is ridiculous.”

Paige looked closer at the image.

“Him? No, I know that program. He’s harmless! Soft. He can’t possibly be the Renegade.”

“Nobody’s harmless! Seize him!!!” Pavel screeched.

“Pavel, I am not in the mood. I don’t want to hear another word about this tripe, is that clear? Drop it,” Tesler snarled.

Pavel deflated sullenly, and stalked off.

“Yes, sir.”

*****

Zed caught Beck at the lockers.

“Dude, have you seen that thing that’s been going around? Someone totally thinks you’re the Renegade. I mean, it could never be true, right? You’re not THAT dumb.”

“Gee, thanks. Wait, what? Who thinks I’m the what?”

Beck tried to sound casual.

Zed pulled it up on his datapad.

“There’s this post that’s been going around, comparing you and the Renegade. Honestly, I don’t see it.”

Beck stared silently for a couple seconds. Just react normally. As much as such a thing was possible.

“Okay, I was not expecting that. That’s super weird.”

“This is gonna get so stupid. Now everyone’s trying to get photos of Renegade butt. And for what? No offense, but there’s no way you’re the Renegade. I mean, that’d just be ridiculous.”

“Yeah, that’s crazy…”

*****

On the drive to the mountain, Beck fretted about how he was going to raise this with Tron.

He needn’t have bothered.

Instead of spying on Argon like he normally was, Tron was waiting for him at the door.

“Oh, hi.”

Tron motioned at the screen behind him.

There they were. The two shots of Beck’s ass plastered on the screen.

On spotting them, Beck flinched away, and rethought his whole runtime leading up to this point.

“Care to explain?”

“I…have no idea where this came from.”

It was true. Why was he embarrassed? It wasn’t like he did this to himself.

“Someone called Hopper posted it.”

Beck groaned.

“Not that guy! He’s had it out for me since he first joined the garage.”

“He must suspect something.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was just putting me on blast because we got in a fight the other day. Probably has no idea how right he is.”

Tron headed over to the screen and began going through the comments. New ones were coming in every second.

“This could pose a problem.”

“Because they match?”

“I was going to say it’s drawing attention to you.

If you’re standing still in public long enough for people to examine your butt, you’re going to get sniped.”

“They got photos, though!”

“Nobody is looking at the Renegade’s butt.”

“Paige might be,” he mumbled.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Not if it gets me killed! Can you get rid of it?”

“Sadly, no. I can track who’s opened it.”

He wormed his way into some background admin view that showed hundreds of program IDs. Annoyingly, they didn’t have names next to them. Tron seemed to be gleaning something from it, but he didn’t explain what.

“Oh, good.”

“What about this could possibly be good?!”

“Tesler has blocked Bartik.”

Beck smirked thinking about the grouchy despot being confronted with this. He probably insisted he never see it again.

“Pavel and Paige have saved the post.”

“Damn. Wait, Paige saved it? Did she comment anything?”

“Even if she did, no good would come of it.”

“Come on, let’s find out. I’m living on crumbs here.”

“Ok, fine.”

Tron went back to scrolling comments. The butts loomed ominously above the feed.

Beck steadfastly refused to perceive them.

Suddenly Tron stopped.

Beck craned his neck to see.

It was not Paige. It was some random from Purgos asking ‘Anyone got any shots of Tron from behind?’

Tron let out the most tired sigh.

“You cannot be serious.”

Beck snickered. Not so calm about this now, was he? “It says here ‘for scientific purposes only.’”

“That’s a lie.”

Below was an image of Tron striding down the street, turning towards a gathered crowd.

Further comments read:

‘Doesn’t seem to match the Renegade.’

‘He’s turning, we can’t be sure.’

“Oh, no, there’s another one.”

‘Snagged this gem in 1986.’

This one was of Tron and a couple other security programs standing in formation, ready for battle. Tron had his disc in one hand, baton in the other, and was packing some serious voxels in the back.

Tron apparently knew the poster, because he exclaimed “Seamus… why? In the middle of a bug attack? What is wrong with you?”

The comments seemed to agree.

‘Isn’t that a gridbug wave in front of them? Why weren’t you running?’

Seamus’ reply: ‘Just look at it’

‘Not a bad sight to die to.’

‘Leave him alone, he’s dead’

Beck’s eyes stopped on one of the replies that mentioned him.

‘No way the Renegade is Tron. He’s got a pancake butt.’

“Hey! I don’t have a pancake butt! Do I?”

“Why would I know?!”

Beck did a quick spin near one of the many reflective surfaces in the lair.

He’d bulked up a bit since becoming the Renegade. Objectively not a pancake butt. However, it didn’t measure up to Tron in that photo.

‘@RenegadeProgram what happened? Why the shrinkage?’

‘Maybe he lost it in the war’

“I nearly die for these people how many times, and this is what they choose to discuss about me!” Tron grumbled.

It didn’t bode well. Already they had differences in their build, but Hopper had apparently hit on something notable, completely by accident.

Very notable. It had to be the angle. Surely it didn’t look that way in real life. Did it?

Beck couldn’t believe he was doing this.

He took a couple steps behind Tron and sneakily glanced down.

“Oh, wow.”

Okay, not a good thing to say at that moment. But it was admittedly impressive in person.

It was big. And round. And Beck definitely did not measure up to that.

“Well, uh, they definitely don’t match.”

“Are you done?” Tron snapped.

“Yeah?”

Tron began to storm off, realised that wouldn’t help, and turned to face Beck.

“It had to be done,” Beck defended. “For the cause.

Look, it’s only weird if you make it weird. But in other news, we’re screwed.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“It is that bad! They’re gonna figure out I’m not you!”

Beck turned around. “Look!”

“No!”

“I looked at yours! It’s already weird! Might as well commit!”

Tron went quiet for a bit.

“…ok, they might.

If it makes you feel better, I will tweak the disguise.”

“Would that help, or make things worse?”

“I don’t know. It’s your ass on the line.”

*****

Beck decided not to go with the ‘enhancement’. His ass suddenly doubling in size would probably raise more questions than answers.

He just went on as normal, and hoped it wouldn’t cause trouble.

Unfortunately, next time Beck was in Renegade mode, he soon found himself cornered by a group of angry citizens.

“We know your true identity, Renegade.”

They brought up a datapad and there they were. The dreaded butts.

What the hell?! I thought Tesler ignored it.

Then he remembered that Pavel kept hold of it. He probably put out a reward for Beck or something.

Stall. Stall.

“Who’s that guy on the left?”

“That’s you, idiot! The facts don’t lie! We all knew you weren’t Tron. Your butt is way too small.”

The next words out of his mouth were “Yeah, I lost it in the war.”

“Wait, what?”

Did he really just say that?

Oh well, he couldn’t think of anything else. Might as well commit.

“My former ally, Dyson, mutilated me.

Out of jealousy, maybe. Who knows why that guy does anything.”

This was met with stunned silence.

“It’s not something I like to talk about. And frankly, it’s none of your business. Now get out of my way, I’ve got places to be.”

Beck couldn’t believe that actually worked.

He barged past the group and ducked around the corner before they could say anything else.

A few minutes later, Tron called him on intercom.

He made a few attempts to say something, before breaking off with a sigh.

“I don’t even know what to say.”

“I can’t believe I got out of that.”

“Me either. And it was actually a half-decent excuse. I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Maybe this butt nonsense will finally be over.”

“Unlikely. But at least we’ve got a story now. I’ll put some scars on. That’ll help.”

Tron had that voice he had when his mind was made up.

“That’s gonna look ridiculous.” Beck didn’t actually protest, he just stated the obvious. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this.

“Should’ve come up with something else, then.”

“Oh? And what’s your bright idea?”

Silence.

“That’s what I thought.”

#tron uprising #of COURSE this is the one fic of my 20 wips I might actually finish #tronblr #tron fic

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hanafubukki · 6 months ago

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Hello, I finally got the courage to interact with you. I just finished writing a fic, then suddenly got an idea after finishing it. 😭😭😭 like nooo I just spend hours writing one, dont make me write another- Basically, I've been listening at the song Renegade for hours while writing and was like, holy- this might fit him. Yes, all the lines are from renegade and ASDFGHJKLASDFG *insert simping noises*

Okay, imagine imagine this General Lilia, you were just out to gather some food, then you stumble upon this ethereal injured fae. Because you just dont have the heart to leave the kid so you decided to bring him to your home (Yes, you first thought he was a kid) 🤣🤣 and then tended to his wounds. Then one day you just woke up, with him staring at you unblinkingly (⓿_⓿) And when you heard his voice, yup you knew he wasn't a kid lmao. Like how can you forget faes are known for having youthful looks

Of course he needs to leave, but he will stop by occasionally. Then you guys got close then you guys went past the friend part 🤭🤭😏 Okay, then one day, he advises you not go out too late, like go home before it gets dark, but of course where's the fun in listening to him.(￣y▽,￣)╭ Yeah, let's also add that you guys have a lover's quarrel before he lefts he pulls :

"You dont know me; You just know my name." And then your hurt self decided to wander then didn't realize the time.

Eventually, you get kidnapped cuz you didnt listen to him and itz all your fault. Then when he decided to come by at night, because he's a creature of the night, he didn't see your house lit. He thought you were just asleep, and just convince himself he was just gonna take a peek at your face then go back. AND THEN (for the 10th time lol) *insert Lilia's shock face* he didnt find you 😭😭 and man he is like (►__◄)

Fast forward, he finds. Before he unties you, he lifts your chin with his pointer finger (probably the only time he'll tower over you for real) and then, "You should've to him listen to me" Then the guys who kidnapped you realizes there's someone trying to free you. Then our Lilia shoves us to his chest 🤭😘, then pulls his shiny cleaver, and then proceeds to beat those guys while holding you protectively and making sure your eyes are not traumatized. Then after the ordeal was done, you were pretty shocked cuz he's been pretty gentle with you all this time albeit a little bit of tsundere. Like you just can't believe he did that. (You dont know he's the General of the right of the fae army)

"Don't you know what I am?" He says, but you're like: your a fae, what do you mean???? Then man sighs at how naive you are. Yeah, you guys make up (not make-out but why not 😏) in the end.

Hello Aqua 🌺🌷💚

You’re always welcome to interact with me. I don’t bite I promise 🥰💞 (well…I only bite Lilia 😆). I get you entirely though! The ideas never go away. You might finish one fic but then get hit with another. The muses love to spread their love…sometimes at the most inconvenient of times lmao.

Renegade? By X ambassadors? Thats the only one I know of 🤔

I love injured General Lilia being treated by reader stories. Just the potential?? Chef kiss. I’ll kiss your wounds all better general 💞

Ohhhh you thought he was a kid!! Ohhhh I know for a fact I would never let that joke slide. In fact, I’m sure Meleanor wouldn’t either 🤣🤣

Ahh yes the lovers quarrel and famous last words before shit hits the fan 😆 don’t we love regrets? But! In defense of my words, the reunions after these moments are always spicy. 🥰😚

…the brat has to have the last word lmaoo

Okay but the shoving you into his chest while he kills everyone who dared to harm you is my favorite. Mwah. Chef kiss. 🤌🤌

I mean?? If you never brought it up?? How would they know Lilia 🤨

…hey I’m always down for make outs as a way to make up 🥰💚

#answered #🌺aqua🌺#general lilia vanrouge x reader

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sol-consort · 2 months ago

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more on the illegally Shepard VI but it's fanmade dating sims about you. Doesn't even have to be illegal, with how much the military funds COD games in secret, it's not that surprising for the Alliance to offer compensation or even commission these games on the downlow just to boost up the annual recruits numbers. Shepard—you—is their golden goose which they'll milk for all possible clout they could amidst the galaxy.

They range from heartfelt visual novels about the protagonist player being a new recruit on the Normandy with you taking a liking to them and showing them around. A paragon Shepard is more preferable for this scenario, the nice, gentle, and reliable Commander. Encouraging the player to take it slow, not rush into battle, that everyone on the team is of equal value and has a part to play. A blossoming romance between you and the adoring player as you take them under your wing, indulge their awkward flirting, and watch them get flustered at the sight of you out of uniform.

One of the most iconic scenes in the game is the shooting range one, where you're standing behind the player, a hand on their hip to adjust their stance, your other hand overlapping their grip on the gun, lips inches apart from their ear, encouraging them with every target they take down.

While a renegade Shepard gets a more risqué game, one where 90% of the budget clearly went into these detailed animations. A choose-your-own-adventure type of game with a hasely scrambled together shooter minigame. Meeting the score requirements gives way to unlocking new interactions with you, be it meeting you at a nightclub, maybe at the gym, or even being one of your crew and stumbling into your chest in the dimly lit corridor of a sleeping docked Normandy.

The cover art alone is enough of a hook for this game to latch onto the top of the sale chart, going strong for 6 months. Depicting you standing atop a pile of gore and defeated enemies, a rather unrealistic skin-tight armour hugging your body in all the right places, tasteful in the small patches of skin it revels. A cut through the steel at the side of your thigh—hinting at a lack of undergarments—a tattered piece burnt off across your collarbone, and your helmet torn in half, showing a death glare which sends goosebumps through anyone who glimpse at the art.

A species specific spin-offs are made. The asari wanted one where a biotics Shepard turns to them in order to enhance your abilities, train amidst the asari warriors and unlock your true biotics potential. The asari tending to prefer plots where the player asari is the one rescuing Shepard or guiding them rather than the other way around.

The turians and their fantasy of Shepard recognising their talent and directly asking them to join the Normandy. Giving their turian players a cool backstory of being an ex-spectre or Omega's new ruler. Fighting side by side with you. A lot of these games targeted towards turians has Shepard end up adopting their face tattoo marking at the end of successful run.

#☆Shepard #☆turians #☆x reader #☆romance #☆suggustive #☆asari #mass effect x reader

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howifeltabouthim · 2 years ago

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At any rate he still seemed to live as he had always lived, . . . laughing to scorn all the rules which regulate the lives of other men.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

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aynavaano · 9 months ago

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Say my name

Part one of the Crosshair x you Series

Wordcount: 2.5 k

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

You work alongside Rex‘s team on their base on Teth to help them locate Tantiss, when Clone Force 99 arrives you can‘t take your eyes off their sharpshooter Crosshair. And when Rex asks you to question Crosshair about Tantiss and you two are left alone things get spicy.

Notes:

This started as a quickfire one shot taking place in Episode 6/7 of the BB season 3 I had to write after watching. It‘s doesn’t deviate from canon besides you are there. Fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, season 3 made me fall for Crosshair, send help

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The ancient stone walls of the monastery on Teth echo with the whispers of rebellion, a haven for those who dare to defy the grip of the Empire. In the heart of this bastion Rex has gather his allies and made a temporary commando central where you operate from. You got to know Howzer during the uprising on your home planet Ryloth and after he deserted you decided to join him and his brother in their fight for freedom. For the last weeks, you had stood by Captain Rex's side, aiding him in his quest to dismantle the Empire's grip on the galaxy and trying to locate Tantiss, an imperial base of which you knew little more than the name and that clones were held captive there. In the dimly lit commando room, you hunch over a datapad, the glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across your face. Your fingers fly across the keypad, deciphering the encrypted data from a device confiscated from an imperial assassin clone. The tension in the room is palpable as you wrestle with the complex encryption, each passing moment hopefully bringing you closer to unlocking the coordinates within.

Captain Rex's footsteps echo in the silence as he enters the room, his presence gentle yet commanding attention. "Any progress?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of anxiety.

You look up from your work, exhaustion etched into your features. "I don’t know if we’re going to get anything out of it, Rex. But I haven’t given up hope yet" you reply, your voice tinged with determination.

Rex nods, his expression understanding. "Alright, I'll let you work. Just wanted to give you a heads up—Clone Force 99 will be here soon. One of their own was on the target list of that assassin. I figured you might want to talk to them. Two of them escaped Tantiss, maybe they have some bits of information that will help" he informs you, his words carrying a weighty significance.

Moments later, the distinct sound of a shuttle's engines fills the air, signaling the arrival of the legendary Bad Batch. As the door slides open, you can’t help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with trepidation. These were no ordinary clones; they were living legends, heroes of the republic turned renegades.

"Hey, Rex!" greets Hunter, the leader of the Bad Batch, with a nod of acknowledgment. Wrecker, the tallest, follows behind him, their presence exuding an aura of strength and camaraderie. And then there was Crosshair, his piercing gaze scanning the room with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. Beside him stands Omega with her hound, the young girl who had captured the hearts of the Bad Batch with her unwavering courage. You try to maintain your composure as you greet them, but the sight of Crosshair makes you tingle. He nods in acknowledgment, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

As the group settled in, you find yourself stealing glances at Crosshair, unable to tear your gaze away from the enigmatic sharpshooter. There is something magnetic about him, a silent allure that draws you in despite your best efforts to resist. Over a simple meal of spicy stew, the conversation flows freely, filled with tales of daring escapades and narrow escapes. You listen intently, hanging on every word as the Bad Batch regaled you with stories of their adventures. But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there is an underlying tension, a sense of unease that hangs heavy in the air.

After the meal, Captain Rex suggest that you have a conversation with Crosshair to glean any additional information about the Empire's base on Tantiss while he takes the rest of the batch to the captured assassin. You feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks at the suggestion, but you nod in agreement, your pulse quickening with anticipation.

You lead Crosshair to a secluded chamber in the upper floor, you usually come here if you need a quiet moment to think and you find solace in its simplicity and the view over the jungle surrounding the fortress. You sit cross-legged on the floor amidst a sea of scattered pillows and you motion for him to join you. His presence is a potent mix of strength and arrogance, a contradiction that both intrigues and unnerves you. "So, what do you know about Tantiss?" you ask, intimated by his presence, your voice barely above a whisper. Crosshair's gaze meets yours, his expression unreadable. "More than I care to remember," he replies, „but nothing that will help you I’m afraid“ ,his voice tinged with bitterness. "The experiments they conducted there...they were beyond anything I could have imagined."

As he continues to speak and tell you all he knew, you can’t help but notice the tremor in his right hand, a subtle reminder of the horrors he had endured. Without thinking, you reach out to touch his hand, offering a silent gesture of comfort. But you quickly draw your hand back and apologize, you clearly overstepped his boundaries.

The tension between you is palpable and for a moment, neither of you speak, lost in the tangled web of emotions that envelope you. And then, without warning, Crosshair leans in, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. It is a collision of passion and longing, a desperate plea for solace amidst the chaos of war. As the kiss deepens, you feel a wave of desire washing over you, igniting a firestorm of longing within. In that moment, all thoughts of duty and honor fade away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by a shared desire for redemption and salvation.

Crosshair's lips collide with yours again, igniting a wildfire of desire as he draws you closer, closing the space between you completely. His kisses hungrily trail down your neck, each one sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through your veins. As his hands explore your body, you feel a surge of anticipation building within you. Before he removes your shirt, his eyes seek yours, silently asking for permission. You respond with a nod, your lip caught between your teeth in anticipation.

Your top vanishes under his touch, revealing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. Crosshair's lips find your breasts, kissing and biting gently, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. You reach for his armor, but he gently pushes you back, a silent command for you to yield to his control. He bends down to kiss you, his hand slipping into your trousers, finding you already wet and ready for him. Surprised by your lack of panties, he slides into your folds, eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips and with a hunger in his eyes, he pulls down your trousers, his gaze fixated hungrily on your exposed body. Seated against the wall, your back pressed against the cool surface, Crosshair hovers over you, his lips trailing kisses along your neck. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as he slowly slides two fingers into you. You moan with pleasure as he explores your depths, his touch sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. "Tell me what you want me to say," you whisper, your voice dripping with desire. "Say my name," he commands, sliding another finger into you. And as you moan his name, your climax already looms dangerously close, the tension building with every passing moment. "Come for me, baby," he murmurs, his grip tightening as he drives you over the edge. With his permission, you tip over into ecstasy, crying out his name as pleasure washes over you. Crosshair watches you with a smirk of satisfaction, enjoying the sight of you unraveling before him. "Such a good girl," he says, slowly pulling his fingers out of your wetness and licking them clean, savoring your taste.

As your orgasm subsides, you gently push him onto his back, whispering, "Please let me take care of you." and you begin to remove his armor, piece by piece, the sound of clanking metal echoing through the room. With each piece of armor that falls, his resistance weakens a little more, and as he finally gives in, his desire for you grows stronger with every passing moment. You want to give this man all the love and attention he deserves. Your arousal grows stronger with every piece you remove until he is down to his blacks and you can see the bulge that has already formed, his cock already so hard for you. When you finally remove the last piece of fabric you shiver. His cock already glancing with precum is so hard and so big, you already feel your pussy tingling again still sensitive from your first orgasm. You take a moment to admire him, his lean toned body is covered with scars but he is so beautiful and you feel proud that he lets you take care of him. With a tender touch, you trail kisses down his body, your fingertips tracing the scars that mark his skin, touching him with softness where he only experienced pain. With each caress, you feel him relax under your touch, his tension melting away in the warmth of your embrace. Leaning in close, you brush your lips teasingly against the tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Crosshair. With a satisfied grin, you swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. His fingers thread through your hair, urging you onward as you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. You moan around him, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. With each bob of your head, you take him further into your mouth, your tongue dancing along his length in a sensual dance of passion. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips rocking rhythmically against your movements as he seeks release. Your tongue swirling around him as you tease him to the brink of ecstasy. You feel him growing harder beneath your touch, his desire for release building with every passing moment. A low growl escapes his lips, a primal sound of desire that sends a shiver down your spine. But you want to prolong his pleasure, to savor every moment of this intimate connection and with a sultry smile, you straddle him, rubbing your wet pussy against his cock, feeling him throb with anticipation. "Tell me what you want," you whisper, your voice husky with desire. "Fuck me," he groans, his voice thick with need. "Fuck me like there's no tomorrow." and with a slow, deliberate motion, you slide onto his cock, feeling him fill you completely. You moan his name as you begin to move, the pleasure building with every thrust. The sensation of being stretched around him is exquisite, every inch of him pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. You rock your hips against his, setting a rhythm that drives you both wild with desire. Crosshair's hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you ride him like there’s no tomorrow. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire deep within your core. You lean forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as you grind against him, the heat between you building with every thrust. His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he's trying to memorize the taste of you. With a loud groan, he finds release, his warm cum filling you as you cry out his name in ecstasy. This was all you needed to tip you over the edge again and your orgasm washes over you once again. You sink down onto him and nestle your head into his neck, whispering his name softly. "Crosshair," you murmur, your voice filled with tenderness, content that you could give him some moments of ease.

As you both slowly come down from your climax, your fingertips trace over Crosshair's body “Whenever you need some ease, you know where to find m..” you whisper but before you can finish your sentence, a loud boom echoes through the room, shattering the tranquility. An explosion rocks the forecourt, and in an instant, Crosshair springs to his feet, pulling you close to him protectively. "Stay behind me," he commands, urgency lacing his tone as you both hastily dress. His movements are swift and efficient, his hands deftly securing his armor with practiced precision. You reach out to help him, but he's already finished, his skilled hands working with lightning speed. The comm in his helmet crackles to life, and you hear Hunter's voice, frantic with worry, asking about your safety. "Where are you, Cross? Are you safe? Is... the girl still with you?" Hunter's voice crackles over the comm, and in the background, you can hear Rex calling out your name to Hunter. Crosshair's response is swift and assured. "Yes, she's here. We're okay," he assures Hunter, his voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around you. "Our location has been compromised. We need to get out. Meet us in the back room she can lead you there. Rex has another way out." "Understood," Crosshair answers over the comm, and then the line goes silent. He turns to you, his eyes a mixture of determination and concern. "Listen, you have to follow my command now," he demands, his voice firm. "Stay close to me, no arguments. I won’t let anything happen to you. I'll get you out safe if you show me the way" he adds, a hint of affection in his tone. You nod in agreement as he reaches for the door, his hand trembling slightly. With a deep breath, he pushes it open, ready to face whatever lies beyond.

You and Crosshair navigate through the chaos of the main hall, debris and panicked voices filling the air. Crosshair keeps a protective arm around you, his protective presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil. Together, you manage to slip into the back room, your heart pounding with every step. Crosshair's keen eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring your safety before allowing himself a moment's respite. "You did good," he murmurs, his voice low but filled with gratitude. His brothers, along with Rex and a few others, are already gathered in the room, their expressions a mix of tension and relief at your arrival. Rex wastes no time, swiftly pushing aside a stack of crates to reveal another exit, a contingency plan for situations exactly like this. As you begin to move toward the newly revealed exit, Crosshair remains steadfast at your side, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Wrecker, unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of levity amidst the chaos, can't help but interject with a teasing remark. "You seemed to have a good talk, CROSSHAIR, heh?" Wrecker jests to his brother, a mischievous tone in his voice. You blush but Crosshair's response is swift and sharp, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "Jealous?" he snarls, his words clipped as he protectively guides you towards the emergency shuttle stationed further down the stairs and as you make your way down you feel his warm cum oozing from your still sensitive pussy leaving a sticky trail in your trousers.

#ao3 #fanfic #writing #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #tbb season 3 #star wars #crying over clones

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taylortruther · 2 months ago

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feel like a lot of the convo around hoax and renegade, and a lot of the themes of betrayal and endings on evermore, were very quickly brushed over because people didn’t feel like they could talk about it without being intrusive. but they were big themes, that made a really big comeback on midnights. and even then I don’t feel like people wanted to connect those themes to the newer work.

i know good faith people felt intrusive, but honestly, a part of it was simply being too parasocially attached to their relationship.

i was just telling waves this in dms that in this post-folklore world, i have tired of how this fandom lets fear of being intrusive or disrespectful keep us from having interesting discussions about the themes in her art. some of these themes are blatant, and others require some reading between the lines, but it's not really that hard to see if you try to be clear-eyed or simply have your lit major glasses on. in this way, i 100% sympathize with people who say the muses are way too important to some people. people's love for joever hobbled a lot of good discussion opportunities.

i want to believe that joever and ttpd have broken this habit, but we shall see in ts12 and beyond.

#if anything i fear this habit has probably gotten worse but the fandom on here is also older now #we'll seeeee

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year ago

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Disturbing the Peace

Summary: You're keeping a secret from Ari - one that you'll have to tell him about eventually. Right?

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death, Pet Names, Corporate Intimidation, Anxious Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: Takes place earlier in my Sweet Renegades Series timeline. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You stare down at the notice in your hands, your mouth suddenly dry as your eyes proceed to scan the words on the page for the third time. You’d found it wedged between your doors only moments ago after closing down your shop for the night.

Which meant someone had been out there watching – waiting – for the right moment to strike. Without the benefit of an audience. Fucking coward.

Even still, that fact unnerved you to no end. Especially since the piece of paper you were holding seemed different from the others you’d received over the previous months. They’d been polite and professional, albeit a bit pushy.

But not this one.

This letter was short and to the point. Greystone & Reeves Real Estate Group was done beating around the bush. They were giving you one last chance to meet so that the two of you could finally begin discussing the terms of the sale of your beloved shop, Baubles & Quills.

The one thing you’d promised your late uncle, Lenny, you’d never do.

But unfortunately for you, that didn’t seem to matter overly much to the pushy group. They were clearly tired of being ignored - a tactic that you’d employed with them from the beginning.

When you’d first received a letter from them you’d laughed it off before crumbling it up and tossing it in the trash. You’d also done the same with the second. But by the time you’d received the third you’d been hoppin’ mad. So mad that you’d left a less than polite voicemail with their receptionist telling them that their entire company could “suck dirt and die”, because that’s exactly what you would do before you ever thought about signing away the deed to your shop.

After that, things were quiet for a time. So quiet that you forgot all about that stupid Greystone and his dimwitted lackey, Reeves. In fact, the last time you’d heard anything from them had been right after Ari had rolled into town.

Come to think of it, you’d actually lit that letter on fire while wishing you could do the same to their headquarters – wherever they seemed to be located. Oddly enough, you hadn’t actually been able to dig up much about them online. Just that they seemed to have set up shop in several different counties surrounding Bell’s Creek.

You couldn’t make heads nor tails of why they were so interested in your property or your land. But at the end of the day, their motivations didn’t really matter.

Because you weren’t fucking selling. Not now, not ever.

Baubles & Quills wasn’t just your place of business, but also your refuge. It was part of the legacy your uncle had left behind as a gift to the little girl who had spent so much of her childhood curled up in the overstuffed armchair in his office with her nose buried in a book.

Long story short, you’d made a promise to the man who’d loved you like a daughter. And you intended to keep it.

So, tomorrow you’d call Greystone & Reeves and threaten them with whatever your paralegal buddy, Erica, suggested. You’d been meaning to call her anyway so that you two could catch-up on life, as well as all things related to Mr. Ari “Beast” Levinson.

The sound of your phone ringing suddenly breaks the silence, giving you a mini-heart attack in the process. You can tell by the ringtone that it’s Ari on the other end, which has you answering without hesitation.

“Uh, hey.” You cough out, shaking your head as you try to clear your mind. “What’s up, Beast?” You do your best to keep your tone light and breezy, not wanting him to pick up on your distress.

Mostly because you’d never thought to mention any of the threatening letters you’d received over the last several months. Even when Ari had stopped by that one fine day to interrogate you about your relationship with Martin you’d chosen to keep that piece of information close to the vest.

After all, it wasn’t like your Bounty Hunter could do much about it anyway. Not to mention that you’d had no idea that your relationship would ultimately progress the way it did.

Bottom line: nobody needed to know, least of all your handsome Beast. Wait. Except for Erica. She could know. Because otherwise, how else would she be able to tell you what scary things to say?

It’s only then when you hear your name on the other line that you realize your thoughts must’ve wandered. “I’m sorry, babe. Can you please repeat that?” You mutter, scrubbing a tired hand over your face. “It’s been a long day and I’m afraid my mind is already worrying about tomorrow’s delivery.”

There was no delivery slated for tomorrow, but a little white lie never hurt anyone. Right?

“S’alright, little Bird. I know you’re tired but – wait. I thought you weren’t expecting any more deliveries for the rest of the month?” The sound of his deep, slightly roughened voice has your pulse quickening as a fresh wave of heat pools in your belly.

“I…” You trail off, your fingers coming to pinch the bridge of your nose. Serves you right for trying to lie to the one man who actually paid attention to 99.9% of the shit that you said on a daily fucking basis.

“Guess I forgot.” You finish lamely, tucking the phone between your shoulder and your ear so that you can get moving. “I’m about to leave Baubles, though. Am I still picking us up something from Holtman’s Diner or did you change your mind?"

“Holtman’s is fine, baby.” Ari responds after a couple of seconds. “But are you sure you’re okay?”

And there it was. Granted, it didn’t sound like suspicion so much as it did concern…

But still.

“I’m great, Beast. Pinky promise.”

Gritting your teeth you return your attention to the stupid piece of paper in front of you. But instead of balling it up and tossing it into the garbage, you decide to neatly fold it and tuck it into your purse.

Next you pull out your keys, followed by your handy dandy taser. And just to be safe, you decide to go ahead and swipe the nearby exacto knife sitting on an unopened box containing some random celebrity’s latest memoir.

“I still think you sound funny, Duchess.”

Fuck, this man – your man – was like a goddamned bloodhound. And once he caught a scent he didn’t give up until he had his prey cornered and ready to spill their guts.

“Augh!” You hiss as you sling your purse over one shoulder before collecting the rest of your things. “Sweetheart, I just told you I’m tired. That’s literally it. Hold on while I get the alarm.” Biting your lip you type in the passcode needed to arm your system before swiftly unlocking and exiting through the front.

“I’m all set now. About to jump into my ride and head to Holtman’s.” Of course, you’re quick to interrupt when he attempts to turn the focus back to you. “Tell me about your day, handsome.”

Ari did not need to know that you were hovering just outside of fight or flight mode, which is why you currently had your semi-legal taser at the ready. Plus the knife and the tiny container of pepper spray hooked on your keyring.

Now that had been a gift from Ari.

Keeping your head on a swivel, you make quick work of locking everything back up before making a mad dash to your vehicle. An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you continue to scan the empty lot, searching for any signs of life.

“Yeah?” You grunt as you throw yourself into your car before locking yourself in. “Well, maybe I can try working that knot out of your shoulder later.” With shaking hands you push the start button in your car and wait for your call to connect with your bluetooth. Thankfully it doesn’t take long. “And yes, please. You have my explicit permission to repay the favor, you ridiculous man.”

Oh goodness, I can’t breathe. Mary, Jesus, Joseph, help!

Body hunched, you Immediately you peel out of the lot and turn onto a main road. Now that you’re safe, you cast a glance in your rearview mirror, feeling grateful when you don’t see anything – save for a couple of raccoons hoping to get their hands on some garbage.

“Woo!” You shout, triumphantly punching the roof of your car. “Hell yeah!” You’d officially made it out, which meant that you would hopefully live to fight another day.

“Huh?” Ari growls into the receiver.

“Um, I just say two baby blue mini-coopers drive down the road. Must be good luck, ya know?”

“Right.” He doesn’t sound very convinced.

“And I just remembered that tonight’s special involves their homemade mashed potatoes and meatloaf. Still sound good?“ Without taking your eyes off the road, you drop the taser back into the center console of your car.

“Fine by me then.” Your Bounty Hunter replies, his response sounding just shy of frustrated. But I choose to ignore in favor of simply acting like tonight was okay, even when it wasn’t. “Be safe getting here. And if you change your mind about wanting to talk…”

“Nope.”

After that you hang up and head to the diner, snagging you both a couple pieces of homemade pie to go with your food. A bit to eat and naked cuddles with your man would make things better. At least for a little bit.

And quite honestly, you’d take what could get these days. The universe at least owed you that much.

END

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