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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Hi, can I request Hobie x plus size gn!reader comfort w/ some fluff? Reader who grew up with family restricting their access to specific food by hiding or not buying certain things and has trauma related to that? (fueled by fatphobia? sorry if too specific) Goes into the kitchen in their shared living space with Hobie to find no butter in the fridge and starts panicking and crying because even if it's illogical maybe Hobie hid it or didn't get any on purpose like family did? Hobie ofc comforts and reassures that he'd never take food away from you or get mad at you or judge you for what you eat and offers to buy some butter later but just spends time holding reader and giving forehead kisses and maybe offering to cook reader's favorite food or comfort food?

Sorry if this idea is too specific or uncomfy! It's been a rough week. Love your fics regardless and your writing is wonderful. Hope you have a great year <3

What I See (Hobie Brown x Plus Sized!GN!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Plus Sized!GN!Reader) Category: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Depictions of Panic Attacks, Mentions of Fatphobia/Fatshaming, Body Insecurity Word Count: 1.2k+ A/N: Hello dear! I’m so sorry you’ve been having a rough time. I hope this week has been much better to you and I hope you have a great year as well. ☀️

You frantically scrambled through the contents of your fridge for what felt like the millionth time. You had a craving for grilled cheese a little while ago, making your way to the kitchen to gather the ingredients…only to find the butter missing in your fridge.

“You’re probably better off without it,” a family member’s voice sneered inside your mind. Your throat tightened as your heart began to pound inside your ears.

“You should eat something healthier anyway - what man would want someone who looks like you?” another voice scoffed. You squeezed your eyes shut as you slammed the fridge door shut and shook your head.

The horrific memories of your past came flooding into your mind like a violent tidal wave. The snarky comments, the hidden food, the restrictions you had to go through during holidays or family gatherings…even on your birthday. You desperately tried to shove the thoughts away as you paced into your living room, your body trembling as you sniffed.

Your heart nearly stopped when a thought crossed your mind.

What if…Hobie hid the butter from you?

You berated yourself for thinking such a thing…and yet the more you tried to deny it, the louder the voice became. You slowly sank onto the couch as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier with each passing second as tears rolled down your puffy cheeks.

“You’ve been eating a lot more lately - of course he’d want to hide it from you,” the first voice spat. You cried as you threaded your fingers through your hair.

“You really think he’d want to be with a pig like you? Always stuffing their face?” another hissed venomously.

“Stop it,” you sobbed as your body tensed and heart burned with a dull, heavy ache. So many other horrible thoughts began to snowball.

What if he didn’t want you anymore?

Did he find you ugly now? A pig, a loser? Someone who lacked self-control?

Why would he hide things from you? After all this time-

You gasped as you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder. You whipped your head around, your eyes widening when you saw Hobie frown and tilt his head down.

“Lovie?” he murmured as he furrowed his brows. You sniffed and shifted your gaze towards your lap, shame burning deep within the pit of your stomach and consuming you like a wildfire.

“I-I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you cried and wiped at your red, puffy eyes. Your lover cooed as he slid onto the couch beside you. Your heart skipped a beat as he wrapped one of his lanky arms around your shoulder and pulled you close.

“It’s alright, hun,” he said with a warm look in his eyes. You felt a lump swell in your throat as he held you close, his heart beating steadily against your ear as you rested against his chest. “Wanna talk about it?” Hobie asked while playing with a loose string on your hoodie. You sighed as you closed your eyes.

“I…It's stupid,” you muttered. Hobie hummed and gingerly rubbed your arm.

“Hey, whatever you have to say, I’m here for you,” he said gently. You timidly glanced into his eyes before you took a deep breath.

"Hobie...did you - did you hide the butter from me?" you said hesitantly. A suffocating silence lingered in the air as the space between his brows creased even more.

"'Course not," he finally replied. You sighed with relief and sank into the couch cushions. "Can I ask why? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," your boyfriend said. You opened your eyes as a bitter taste remained in your mouth. Your face contorted into different expressions as you debated with yourself on whether or not you would share. You eventually sat up straight as you gazed into his two deep pools of hickory.

"It's just...growing up, my family would often hide food from me in order to make me look 'more appealing'," your throat tightened as you recalled the awful memories. Hobie remained by your side as you continued. "And they would always remind me of what a failure I was if I gained even a little bit of weight," you curled your fists against the fabric of your pants as you sucked in a sharp breath. "I just...I'm sorry I never told you," you frowned. You gasped when Hobie suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace, his chin resting on top of your head as your face nuzzled into his chest.

"It's okay, hun. 'm not mad at you for not tellin' me," Hobie reassured you. You sniffed as more hot tears soaked through his ripped, black t-shirt. Your love rubbed his large palms up and down your back as you wept. It felt like hours before you finally felt relaxed enough to pull back. Hobie smiled and cupped your face before gently pecking your forehead.

"(Y/N)...I promise that I would never hide any food from you," your boyfriend stated. Your heart fluttered at his affirmation as he peppered your forehead with a few more kisses while smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. He sighed and rested his forehead against yours. "No matter what shape or size you are, you'll always be gorgeous to me," Hobie whispered as he rested your palm over his chest. Your eyes softened as you felt his heartbeat gently thrum beneath your hand.

He chuckled softly as you leaned forward and rested your lips against his. Hobie let his hands fall on our hips as you soaked in the feeling of his warm lips against your own. You smiled softly as you pulled back.

"Thank you...so, so much," you grinned as your eyes glossed over. Your love reflected your smile as he smoothed his fingers against your cheek.

"Welcome, doll," he beamed with a half-lidded gaze. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as he took your hand and grazed his lips over your knuckles. You giggled as he began to kiss up your arm before nuzzling his cheek against the side of your palm. "How 'bout I buy you some butter on my next trip to the store, yeah?" Hobie offered with a lopsided grin. You swore your love for this man grew with every word that fell from his lips.

"That sounds nice," you said with a sheepish smile. He grinned back and sighed as he squeezed your hand in his. You knitted your brows as Hobie slowly rose to his feet, a calm grin on his face as he gave you a warm glance.

"Good. Now in the meantime...I'll just have to make do and make your favorite food," he said with a shrug. You parted your lips as your eyes lit up.

"Oh baby, you don't need to do that," you flushed. Hobie clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Afraid I have to. I'm obligated as your loving (and devastatingly handsome) boyfriend to pamper you," he said as he wiggled his brows. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

"Well, since you're insisting," you said while playfully rolling your eyes. Hobie chuckled before he squeezed your hand.

"Be right back," he winked again before slipping into the kitchen. You smiled as you watched your love shuffle around, his lithe form dancing around the room as he prepared your favorite dish. You sank back into the couch as your heart swelled with pure joy.

You finally felt like you were home.

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slimyalienfreak · 7 months ago

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OMG HIII I'VE BEEN DYING FOR ANOTHER MARIO EXE WRITER UHM- *ahem* if it's alright with you could I request some NSFW headcanons for our boy Devil Mario (from Powerstar if you don't know him), or MX if that's okay? Fem reader please! I don't mind if it's just a few headcanons or an NSFW Alphabet but I figured I'd request it!

Devil Mario + MX Smut Alphabet

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Finally got a NSFW for Mario.EXE. Honestly I’ve been looking to do one of these just didn’t know how to start it. I did both Devil Mario and MX because I honestly didn’t know who to choose plus I love them both. Also I did NSFW Alphabet, I was originally going to do headcanons but I was already too deep into the alphabet that I’d figure I’d finish it. Hope you like it. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned But Reader Is Referenced To Be Female

Warning: ⚠️NSFW/Smut Content Ahead: If You Are A Minor Or Uncomfortable With This Stuff Don’t Interact/Read This.⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Devil Mario + MX

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by GothiccMothie (For Devil Mario) on Twitter and Emil-Inze (For MX) on DeviantArt + Banner by sayevue (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

+ Devil Mario -

I honestly think it depends on the mood he is in. Most of the time do expect him to be a bit to himself that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, he does still ask if you're alright he’s just stand off-ish. But if he wants to have more of a personal time with you then he’ll be more open to care about you. If he has harmed you he’d make sure you're patched up before he does anything else.

+ MX -

I feel like MX would be caring towards you after the two of you did it. He knows that there is a difference in size between the two of you so he knows that he can come across as rough sometimes. Literally as soon as you finish climaxing he has you close in his arms letting you recover in his arms as he does the same. Maybe gently rubbing your back as comfort as he sees your body trembling from the aftermath making him slightly happy to see you like that but still concerned in a way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like he likes every part of your body. He doesn't really have a specific favourite because he likes your body in any shape or form. But if he had to choose he’d probably for the thighs or stomach. Don’t ask me why he does, he just finds those specific parts of your body attractive. As for his body I like to think he likes his hands the most. Seeing where he could place them on your body. Ranging from your throat, chest, legs wherever he pleases.

+ MX -

He’s definitely either an ass guy or a tits guy don’t question me on this. When he’s lost in the moment as he’s focusing on how good you feel he’s all up there either feeling your ass or playing around with your breasts teasing you even more as he has his dick inside of you. As for his body I also like to think he likes his hands the most. Just like Devil Mario he likes to see his hands all over you. Mostly either your ass or breasts as I said before but he likes to keep his options open.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

+ Devil Mario -

When it comes to cum I think he rather have his cum inside of you not on your body. He doesn’t mind if it’s in your mouth or inside your pussy if it’s inside of you it’s staying inside of you. He prefers doing that because he likes to think that that’s how he claims you, showing that you belong to him. He doesn’t see the point if he cums outside of you where it could easily be wiped off.

+ MX -

MX on the other hand doesn’t mind where he cums as long as it’s on or in you in some sort of way he’s fine with it. He has the same reason as Devil Mario just shows it a different way. To him it shows that you're his no matter how hard you try and wipe yourself clean. The fact you let him do it just proves his point. But he does prefer to cum inside of you but doesn’t care either way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario he definitely has some things he keeps to himself. He doesn’t necessarily outright state what he wants until he's about to do it with you. That said he’s definitely had some thoughts about fucking you. In grave detail as well. You two can literally have an innocent conversation then he starts thinking about filling you up with his cum not stopping even when you're begging him to stop. When his mind goes to the gutter it goes down deep.

+ MX -

I like to think that MX is pretty open about what he wants. He’s not the type of guy to keep what he wants to himself. If he wants to do something to you regardless of its nature he’s going to tell you. So do expect him to randomly just tell you how he would like to fuck you in this and that position. Saying what he is going to do to you once the two of you are alone etc. He isn’t afraid to say it and he enjoys the reactions you give off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario I really think it depends. I think it really depends on what Mario did before he got possessed by the boos. For Mario he’s got to be at least somewhat experienced and knows what he is doing to pleasure a woman. For Devil Mario I doubt he would care about doing it with someone due to his focus on getting the power star until he got into a relationship with you. That’s when he actually considers doing it but regardless he knows what to do, whether it being the boos learning it from Mario or they were actually aware of it. He knows what to do.

+ MX -

Now for MX as much as I don’t want to call him a virgin I’m not exactly going to call him a sex god either. He really hasn’t had the time to sit down and just fuck someone because he’s too caught up with his latest victim. So when he gets with you he definitely takes the time to get used to it. That being said though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Just because he isn’t some sex machine able to get with someone to do it with him in a minute doesn’t mean he’s not clueless. He knows what to do to get someone moaning and panting; he just hasn’t had the chance to actually do it until he’s with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario I like to think he either likes doggy-style or face-off. For doggy-style he feels like it gives him more access to you. It shows him that he is the dominant one between the two of you. He also likes it because he can easily grab your hair or neck, forcing you to look at him and arch your back, making his cock go deeper inside of you. For face-off he likes it because he gets to see your reaction to him fucking you as he holds you tight and to take his cock in deeper inside of you.

+ MX -

MX likes any position where he can see your face. Positions like Missionary or Cowgirl where he can see your face turns him on so goddamn much. Seeing the way your face scrunches up from him thrusting into you, the way your eyes roll back every time he slams into you makes him really happy even tempts him to go rougher on you. He also likes it when you're on your back. When you're in that position he likes to place your legs against him so he can angle himself deeper inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Devil Mario is very serious when it comes to doing it with you and even preparing both you and him to do it. He doesn’t see this as something to joke about before, during or after. He wants to show how serious he is about this and wants you to return the favour as well. If he needs something he’s going to tell you. He’s not going to find a way to hint at it, he's going to be honest. He thinks that it’s a basic sign of showing that you're being completely serious about it.

+ MX -

For MX he’s the same as Devil Mario. He’s also very serious about doing it with you during each and every single part of it. He might act like some cocky bastard outside of it but as soon as either one of you suggests it he goes all serious about it. Considering every single point of both his and yours desires. If he wants to do it a certain way he’s going to tell you and if you want to do it a certain way as well he would like you to tell him. He doesn’t see the point of doing it if no one is going to take it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s definitely well trimmed down there. Mostly because it was like that before but even then he keeps it up. He doesn’t really like it getting too bushy because it annoys him a lot, he’s also very mindful if you like it or not. So if you don’t mind it then he puts up with it, if you do then he doesn’t mind trimming it down. As for the colour I like to think it’s slightly darker then his hair down there but only by a few shades or two.

+ MX -

For MX I like to think he prefers having it cleaned down there. He doesn’t really know why he just thinks it looks better like that. But there have been a few times when he forgot to trim and it has become a little bushy but not a lot. It doesn’t really bother him if it does the only reason he really does it is because of habit. For when he lets it grow it out it’s definitely the same colour as his hair. I don’t really see it being any lighter or darker down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

+ Devil Mario -

Like in Aftercare I think it really depends on his mood. Though most of the time he can be gentle with you. He knows he can be rough with you but he can’t help it. He likes having his dick inside of you, the way you throw your head back as you moan out his name turns some sort of switch inside of him and it makes him so incredibly horny. He straight up grabs your breasts, pinching your nipples as he buries his cock deep in you while you desperately grab onto the nearest thing to you. Whispering dirty things into your ear which makes you flush up.

+ MX -

Just like with Devil Mario. He’s aware of how rough he is also considering his larger size compared to you. He does try his absolute hardest to be gentle around you, he honestly is but you just feel so goddamn good around him. After a while he will increase the pace and will go rougher on you. Though he makes this up to you by praising you for taking him so well. Wiping the tears from your eyes from how rough he is going.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like he isn’t the type of person to masturbate. Since he was too focused on gaining the power stars he hasn’t really had the chance to just sit down and let himself go. He doesn’t care about himself, he only cares about reaching his goals. Even when he has started dating you he doesn’t masturbate. If he does need to express his sexual desires he has you now so he doesn’t really see the point in touching himself.

+ MX -

I have a feeling MX is the same as well. He doesn't really masturbate. He doesn’t see the need to mostly because he is distracted with the shit he usually does. But I also like to think that maybe he considers it when he starts dating you but just like Devil Mario if he does need to express his sexual desires he can just go to you so regardless he doesn’t bother himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

+ Devil Mario -

Bloodplay + Knife/Swordplay + Degradation + Masochism + Brat Taming + Edging/Orgasm Denial + Breeding + Marking + Multiple Orgasms + Abrasions + Bondage + Body Worship + Power Play etc

+ MX -

Size Kink + Degradation + Praising + Brat Taming + Breeding + Cum Fetish + Dacryphilia + Multiple Orgasms + Power Play + Scratching + Biting + Edging/Orgasm Denial + Choking etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like Devil Mario is more of a person to do it in a secluded area. He prefers to personally show you that you belong to him. He might be willing to do it if he’s in that mood or he wants to show someone that you're his then he’ll do it no questions asked.

+ MX -

I mean he’s willing to do it anywhere. It’s pretty much isolating with only the two of you, maybe whoever his next victim is. Though if he wants to have some personal time with just you and him then he will go to a secluded area but other than that he’s willing to do it anyway.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

+ Devil Mario -

I think he gets turned on seeing the scars he gave you the previous time you two did it. He can’t help it. Even if the two of you aren’t even doing it if he sees your body and hickeys, bruises, scars etc he immediately gets a hard on. He can’t help but connect those to the events and how much you were moaning because of him.

+ MX -

He definitely gets off to you trying to take his cock. He’s much bigger in many ways compared to you thanks to his origins. He’s aware that it may be impossible for you to fully take him in but he likes it. The way your body is trembling as you let out some whines before he even has the chance to start fucking you it turns him a lot sometimes he has to resist the urge to just shove it in but he wants to give you a chance to let your body get used to it so he holds off.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

This pretty much goes for the both of them but any of those weird/disgusting fetishes. They rather find something that the both of you enjoy instead of one or the other.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

I think he prefers to be on the receiving end compared to the giving end. Not that he doesn’t like giving you oral he loves it. He loves just holding your body down with his hands gripping on your waist as he continues to eat you out despite you already cumming once. But he also loves having his cock practically being deepthroated by you, your eyes tearing up as you try not to choke.

+ MX -

I think MX likes being both on the receiving end and the giving end. He’s kind of the same as Devil Mario when he’s giving you oral he likes to probe your clit with his tongue practically teasing you till you're practically begging him to make you cum. On the other hand, he likes keeping a firm grip on your head as he guides your head up and down his cock, making you go at the pace he wants even if you're struggling to do it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Do expect Devil Mario to be a bit rough with you. Although he does have some moments when he takes a second to actually feel you wrapped around his cock but he goes right back to fucking your roughly. Pinning your hands above your head as he buries his cock inside of you.

+ MX -

MX does try to go gentle at first but as the time goes on and he starts to lose himself in the pleasure between the two of you he does go more rougher than what he started. It’s kind of an unconscious thing he does. He just feels really good that he wants to feel more from you that he doesn’t even realise how rough he’s being sometimes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

He doesn’t like doing quickies. He prefers taking his time to feel up all of your body from top to bottom. How is he going to do that if he needs to be quick? If he wants to do it he’s going to do it when he knows both you and him have all the time in the world to do it no matter what.

+ MX -

I feel like MX isn’t the biggest fan of quickies either. He isn’t the type of person to rush things. If he absolutely had to then he guess he has to but he much prefers having the time for the two of you to do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

For the most part Devil Mario doesn’t take the risk that often but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Once in a while he’s willing to do things that might be considered if he finds interest in it or you find interest in something then he’s more than willing to do it. Who knows? It might be a new turn on for either of you.

+ MX -

On the other hand MX absolutely loves to risk trying new things. He’s always finding ways to turn you into a sobbing mess so you can bet he will just casually bring up wanting to do something if you or him like it then he’ll continue doing it. If neither of you are the biggest fan of it then he’ll stop.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s pretty above average when it comes to how long he can last. As for the amount of rounds, he can go for a while. He can go for a few hours if he wants to but that's pretty much the limit and he isn’t stopping till he knows he can’t take any more.

+ MX -

MX is definitely something. He’s an absolute beast in everything like stamina. He can last all night possibly longer if it’s particularly good. He can go for many rounds that it’s kind of hard to remember because you’ve practically lost your mind to the pleasure. Just like Devil Mario he isn’t stopping till he knows he’s done which who knows how long it could be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

+ Devil Mario -

He doesn’t have any toys. As I said a few times he doesn’t really have a chance to have some time to himself. Plus even if he did he doesn’t use them on himself. He either prefers to use the toys he does have on you or use his own body. He mostly prefers the second option.

+ MX -

Just like Devil Mario he only owns a few at least enough to be considered a collection. Although he doesn’t use it on himself he absolutely loves to use it on you. He loves to use the different toys he does have to tease you or make you cum loads of times before he uses his own cock to make you cum again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s an absolute tease when it comes to you. He likes to put you on edge making you think you have the chance to finally release only for him to deny it admittedly it brings a shit eating smirk on his face. He will eventually give it to you but for now all you could do is wish for the time to come as soon as possible.

+ MX -

MX is also an absolute tease. Maybe even more than Devil Mario. He likes seeing you beg for him. He finds it really cute and hot at the same time. He can and will keep you on edge however long he wants until he’s ready to see your body shatter after finally being able to let go. He might even do it over and over again if he feels like it before actually giving you what you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Devil Mario can be quiet if he wants to. But I think it mostly depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s doing it in a public area he does try to keep it down unless he purposefully wants people to hear the two of you. But with just you and him he’s more than willing to raise his volume. The most you'll hear from him is probably groans from him at most.

+ MX -

I think MX is the type of person who can control his volume he just chooses not to. He wants everyone or what people are there to hear the two of you just going at it, he’s got absolutely no shame in it. If they got a problem with him fucking you then they can go screw themselves. Even when he’s supposedly trying to be quiet he’s still creating noise. He’s all up in your ear moaning and groaning as he’s praising you for taking his cock in.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

+ Devil Mario -

I personally headcanon Devil Mario to be Demisexual/Demiromantic (totally not self projection). Mostly because I personally believe he doesn’t actually experience either sexual or romantic attraction unless he’s close towards a person and luckily said person is you. That's when he’s actually considering having a relationship with you both romantic and sexual.

+ MX -

I like to think MX is surprisingly very clingy when he’s doing it with you. He likes having you close regardless if it’s for sexual reasons or not. He’s also quite talkative during and when he’s close to cumming. He likes telling exactly what he’s going to do once he does. Asking if you're ready for it? Do you want to feel him filling you up with his cum? Etc

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

+ Devil Mario -

I’d like to think Devil Mario is just above average when it comes to dick size considering he’s just a possessed version of Mario so whatever size Mario is so is Devil Mario. Personally I believe he’s around either 7 or 8 inches long and 5 inches thick.

+ MX -

MX on the other hand he’s definitely very large. I mean he is canonically very tall and considering his origins his size is definitely big as well. He's pretty much big everywhere including dick size. Personally I believe he’s around 13 inches long and 9 inches thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

+ Devil Mario -

I like to think his sex drive is pretty low. Of course this doesn’t mean he doesn’t or hasn’t experienced sexual desire. It just happens more so when the two of you start dating and actually spend time together. As I said before he doesn’t really have the chance or even consider doing anything romantic or sexual due to him trying to get the power star. So when he’s with you his sex drive does improve a bit.

+ MX -

He surprisingly has a high sex drive. I mean he is mostly up and about chasing after victims and that helps with your sex drive though he is able to control himself. Like with Devil Mario he doesn’t really have the chance to express it or consider it till he’s with you but overall his sex drive is still the same before and after dating you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

+ Devil Mario -

Pretty much stays awake until he’s sure you're asleep. After everything the two of you went through he wants to make sure you're alright before he does anything else. He’ll be there for you as you drift to sleep. Even after you’ve fallen asleep he’s still up for at least a little while before even considering resting himself.

+ MX -

Assuming if he needs to sleep he’s the same as Devil Mario. He pretty much stays awake until he knows you're alright. His top priority as soon as the two of you are done is to make sure you're alright. Making sure you're okay even with how rough he has been. He likes to hold you in his arms with your head against his chest as he helps you fall asleep and keeps you like this till you're awake. As for him I’m not sure if he even needs sleep. If he doesn’t he stays up just relaxing with you in his arms. Regardless if he does or doesn’t he likes the time the two of you have just in each others arms.

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eddiessidegirl · 2 years ago

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Would you be willing to do a blurb with Eddie and plus size fem reader? I’m new to requesting things so idk how specific to get, but I just love when I can read fics with plus size readers and envision myself in them easier lol!

Of course 🥰 sorry it took a bit, works been insane. Here you go, I hope you enjoy it 💕

You were always an early riser, but especially on Sunday's, blame it on your mother dragging you to church your entire childhood or the fact that weekend cartoons just always made you feel a million times better even at 20.

This particular morning you'd woken up from spending the night at your boyfriend Eddies’ trailer. He liked to sleep late especially after a night of working on the new campaign so you decided to surprise him with a breakfast fit for a Dungeon Master. Moving around the kitchen, clad only in your soft pink panties and one of your bed shirts. You’d love to wear one of Eddies shirts but he hadn't expanded his clothing sizes just yet, even though he always begged you to wear one of his. He loved the way his shirts hugged your stomach, every curve, dip and how it showcased your chest for his eyes to linger on. But you weren’t there just yet. One day.

Wayne was probably just leaving shift from the power plant and then would be taking his time coming in getting a meal from the newly reopened Bennys’ Diner. This meant you had ample time to spend the morning in the quiet.

Humming to yourself softly, you didn't hear the bedroom door open nor did you notice the frizzy bedhead that belonged to your boyfriend round the corner. It wasn't until you felt his large hands slide along your waist and his arms wrapped around you did you turn and look. “G’morning princess…” morning beard scruff tickled your neck as kisses were placed along your throat.

“Mornin’ Eds, making you some breakfast.” Your fingers motioned to the food frying up, giggles leaving your lips as his mouth grazed the spot right at the base of your neck where you were ticklish, your head turned to nuzzle his mass of curls and waves.

“Can we eat later? I want some couch cuddles” his chocolate brown eyes were pleading, distracting you to the fact that his hands were travelling up your body, following every dip and curve, landing on your breast, cupping them. His hands warm through the t-shirt material. — “Alright, alright, just let me take it off the stove so we don’t burn down Waynes trailer.”

His arms pulling you towards the worn couch, and into his lap. Gentle kisses planted everywhere he could reach, which you reciprocated enthusiastically. His fingers on his left hand began trailing up your shirt and towards the spot where your thighs met. You were aching for him to touch you and you let out a soft growl when all he did was tease with the edge of your panties. He lived for teasing you.

You wouldn’t get much action this morning anyways, because just as he relented and slipped his finger under the edge, the door opened, and Wayne entered, steel thermos in hand and his work gear in the other. Eddie pulled his hand away so fast you were sure Wayne heard the elastic snap your skin.

“Hey kidd— now, who didn’t turn the stove off? You guys know better than that, and pkease clean up after yourselves, I ain't your damn maid.” His heavy boots trailed back to the makeshift bedroom he slept in.

“That was a close one…” Eddie muttered. “Now, lets finish making breakfast, suddenly I’m starving.” He gave you a cheeky grin knowing you were beyond frustrated now and went to finish heating his food. You’d get him back later after Wayne left, and he knew it. He loved watching you squirm but he loved what it caused you to do later even more…

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mybakubaby · 3 years ago

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A Favor-Part One

So, I decided to write something about my man. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you'll want part two :D

Sorry for any grammar mistakes or other mistakes I wanted it posted as soon as possible and sorry for the awful summary

So posting this without editing was a bad idea. I've tries to edit this for the past 4 days...

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Paring: Modern! Tommy Shelby x Plus Size! reader

Summary: Reader's sexy new neighbor is a photographer. It just so happens she's a lingerie model and is in need of help.

Warnings: swearing i think

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When people first meet you they always ask what you do for work. Always assuming you do something behind a desk or sitting comfortably in your own home office. They weren’t totally wrong though. You do sometimes work at home but that was rare. Then Y/N tells them. You’re a plus size lingerie model. They get uncomfortable and that’s about all the conversation is.

When you saw your sexy new neighbor moving in next door you tried to avoid him all together. After the many guys that stopped talking to you because you put your body “out there” you didn’t want to meet another guy. Against your best efforts though your little husky pomeranian mix started to lead you towards the new face.

“No, Biscuit. Let’s go home.” You scold the dog. Your neighbor looked up when he heard your voice, looking over the box he was carrying. “I’m so sorry.” You finally say. Biscuit pulled you over to him until you were practically face to face. “He may be small but he is strong.” You awkwardly laugh.

“It’s alright don’t worry about it. I’m glad I can meet him.” Your neighbor responds, putting down the box to pet Biscuit. He had a thick English accent that made you melt. “I’m Tommy.” He extended his hand out when he stood back up.

“Y/N. This is Biscuit. You’ll probably see more of him.” You chuckle. Biscuit arfs at Tommy for more attention but he ignores it. “I don’t want to pry but why would you move to America. I bet where you’re from is a lot better than here.” You ask.

“Small Heath wasn’t that much better.” He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing some strands back into place. “I was always here for work anyways. Then I got a better job opportunity that made me decide to finally move here. Right now everything I’ve seen hasn’t been so bad.” He winked.

You chose to ignore the flirty line he used. “So what is it that you do then?” You asked while bending down to pick up your puppy. You noticed Tommy’s eyes watching you as you bent down, well more like you noticed him watching your boobs. You were wearing a sports bra that just did wonders for your boobs. Despite what people think, you loved your body. That’s why you decided to model for lingerie companies, it wouldn’t have worked.

“I’m a photographer, I used to shoot for independent models but my new job is working for a specific company, I’m very fortunate. I do like to snap a shot of landscape or when I go on hikes, but those I post to my social media.” He explained. “It’s kind of hot out, want to come in? I have some water bottles if you’d like.”

“Sorry Tommy. I would love to but I’m working from home today and should get back.”

“Well, when I get everything together you better come over.” He smiled and put his hand out again. “It was really nice to meet you Y/N.” You take his hand and shake it once more.

“I look forward to seeing you again.” When you entered your home you put Biscuit down and leaned against the front door with butterflies in your stomach. The way Tommy held your gaze and watched you made you squirm.

It’s been 3 weeks since the day you met Tommy and you’ve only seen him in passing since. You both were too busy to stop and talk. The last time you did see him he was leaving his house in the cutest tux ever. You were looking out your window, trying to see if he was with any one and of course he saw you peeking. You didn’t miss the smile he gave you before shutting the blinds.

A part of your job was to post pictures of yourself in the lingerie you’ve posed in or post the products that you’ve been sent. You finally received the package you’ve been waiting for. The company sent you the prettiest piece of lingerie you’ve ever seen and you had to take some pictures right away. You run to your office to find a note on top of your tripod where your camera normally sits. You go to the note and groan loudly. Your best friend, Matthew, who you gave a key to your house, “borrowed” your camera.

Quickly pulling out your phone you called him. “How dare you steal my camera.” You practically yell when he answers.

“I needed to borrow it, it will be returned, don't worry.”

“What am I supposed to do then! I need my camera.”

“Just ask your hot neighbor to borrow his or to ask him to take your picture. He is a photographer afterall.”

“No why.” You whine. “I can’t show up in lingerie and ask him to take my picture.” You say frustratedly.

“I don’t see why you can’t.” Matthew whispers. “I’m at work. Figure it out. Love you.” he hung up on you. There are two options to get out of this. Change back into what you were wearing and wait or be insane and go ask your neighbor. You chose to be insane.

Quickly you threw on a robe. Tommy’s car was in his driveway so you knew he was home. Soon you were in front of his door holding your robe closed. You knocked and looked to the ground hoping he decided to take an uber to work instead of driving himself. Only a second after you knocked Tommy appeared at the door with a smile on his face, though one of his eyebrows was raised in question.

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Can I come in? I have a favor to ask you.” You said looking around outside.

“Please. Sorry I didn’t offer earlier.” He opens the door wider for you to enter. Gripping your robe harder you walk into his house. There were a few boxes still in his living room but most of his house was all put together.

“I’m really sorry to ask you this but, would you mind helping me out with my work?”

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Poker Face

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader thought she could get away with speaking her desires out loud as long as they were in a different language. Turns out, someone could understand her.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my fourth fic for my 1250 follower celebration!! I got this request from @imagining-in-the-margins and if you want to see the original request go checkout my follower celebration Masterlist! I do not speak Russian, nor do I know someone who does so I made everything in italics as if they were speaking in Russian! Hope y’all enjoy reading and requests are open!

Warnings: 18+, Public sex (who’s surprised lmao), Reader is very unprofessional and probably should be fired lmao, Dom Spencer with hints of Sub Spencer in the future (dont worry all my Sub Spencer lovers I’ve got more coming for that soon!), Nickname use: Princess, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving),Creampie

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.1k

Words in italics are in Russian

There was no harm in voicing my thoughts I thought to myself, in a different language, Russian specifically. Especially since the only one that could understand me wasn’t near me at the moment nor would she probably bat an eye at a slightly risqué remark. Emily was snuggled up at the other end of the jet, her headphones in both of her ears. They would plug up any sound around her preventing her from translating the lusty thought that sat on my lips.

If I said my thoughts in Russian, no one would be able to catch how much I wanted Spencer’s fingers inside me. They were long, obviously dexterous- I knew they’d be able to reach places inside me that I couldn’t reach myself. I couldn’t say these thoughts out loud, in English at least,

I didn’t want Spencer to ever know. But, I wanted to get the thoughts swirling in my head off my chest, the only way to do that without embarrassment was to say it in a way that no one here would be able to understand.

As Spencer shuffled with ease and delt the cards out with his dexterous fingers my lusty thoughts were too pressing for my lips to be able to contain. So I spoke quickly with my voice slightly lowered, maybe Spencer and the people around me would miss my transition into a different language, “I wished you would use those fingers on me instead, preferably inside of me.”

Spencer blinked back at me, obviously confused by my words.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a second, didn’t realize I had switched to Russian.” I giggled out, mostly because I was amazed that I had gotten away with it. I moved on quickly not wanting to linger on my ‘slip up’ any longer, plus I finally wanted to try and play against Spencer in a poker game, “Let’s see if your poker face is as good as everyone says it is, Spencer.”

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“Please, fuck me?” Over the course of my daring adventures I had become increasingly louder with my declarations. Last week I had commented about how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, of course in Russian and the week before that I had made my initial comment about how much I wanted his fingers inside me.

This one happened to be the loudest out of the three little sentences that seemed like innocent slips into another language to everyone else, but to me and only to me I was voicing my desires. Each time I did it a little rush of adrenaline sparked through me, no one besides Emily would be able to translate, who wasn’t with me in the file room. It was only Spencer and I in here right now, the rest of the team had gone home for the night.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that at the office, but if you asked me again somewhere else I’d do it.” He answered me back and in perfect Russian as well.

My entire being withered in embarrassment as soon as I had translated Spencer’s words, he understood me. He had understood all of what I had said, every last word. I should’ve remembered that he spoke Russian, we had a case where he spent the whole time translating, I couldn’t believe how idiotic I had been. I wanted the earth to swallow me up in that moment, just so I could escape Spencer’s piercing gaze. I couldn’t tell from his words or the look on his face what exactly he was feeling about my words, some profiler I was. He didn’t seem angry at least, maybe a bit bemused?

I shrank back a little more over fear if he was making fun of me or not. If I hadn’t been feeling so mortified I would’ve realized that Spencer wasn’t one to make fun of anyone, hindsight is 20/20 after all.

“Your poker face is spot on.” Was the only measly response that I could find myself to come up with, in an attempt to cover my embarrassment if only a little bit. A bunch of apologies also felt like they were crawling up my throat. I was absolutely mortified that I had been caught red handed, it was beyond unprofessional- I don’t think there was even a word for it. I had crossed the line so far I might as well have leaped over it, forgetting that it had ever existed.

“Well- I am from Vegas and before you start apologizing, you don’t need to. I liked it.”

Silence fell between us again after his smart remark. It was like we were sizing each other up, deciding what to do.

“You know- there’s no one here tonight, everyone’s gone home…” My confidence seemingly had come back after being knocked down a few pegs. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly on the large desk in the file room, my mind wandering to think about what it would be like if he bent me over it.

“That’s true.” A smirk was on his face now, one that I didn’t see often from him. I felt like I was going to be ensnared by him as soon as I took the time to blink.

Sure enough in a flash he had brought me into a bruising kiss that I got swallowed up by so fast there was no chance for me to try and win back any dominance.

In no time he had me bent over the table, my face pressed into the cool silver metal with my back arching up trying to reach his touch in any way I could. He gripped the waistband of my skirt roughly, but did not pull it down right away. He pulled my skirt down ever so slowly that by the time it reached the floor I impatiently wiggled to step out of it.

“You’re impatient.” He stated simply. I couldn’t deny it because of how true it was, all he’d have to do was pull my black lace panties off to see how wet I had become.

Instead I decided to lean in on how needy and impatient I was by whining out, “Spencerrr, please?”

“What do you want? Is it the same thing you said to me on the plane?” He pressed a kiss to my hip as he pulled down my panties just as slowly as he had done with my skirt, making me squirm again. Once I was bare from the waist down before him he paused for a moment to look at me; I withered a little under his gaze. I whined again when he carefully took his long fingers to just slightly part my folds before speaking again, “Tell me.”

I hesitated a little for a moment trying to focus to remember exactly what I had said on the plane. When I had collected my thoughts I whispered out in Russian, much more shaky than I had said on the plane, “I wished you would use those fingers on me instead, preferably inside of me.”

He was seemingly satisfied by my breathless reply, immediately beginning to work me up to orgasm. As he started to work his fingers inside of me he pressed his other hand down on the small of my back, a silent warning to not move.

I contemplated disobeying him, but when two of his fingers curled inside me to perfectly hit my g-spot it felt too good to lose.

“You gonna cum so quick for me, princess?” I got even wetter when he said princess like that, in Russian made me get even wetter than I already was. I was practically dripping down my thighs- and Spencer’s fingers.

“Yes! I’m gonna cum soon!” I gasped out and tried in vain to wriggle my hips to gain more friction, his hand on my back however was unyielding.

“Ask nicely and I might let you.”

“Please?!” I even asked it in Russian to make the plea possibly better in Spencer’s eyes. He didn’t respond right away, only picking up his pace faster. I tried to hold off my orgasm as best as I could, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold it. “Please, sir?”

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. You can cum, princess.”

I gave up the fight of holding off my orgasm, it immediately washed over me. My legs shook with the force of how hard and fast my orgasm shot through me, causing me to cry out as well.

Once I had come down from my high I slid off the table and down to my knees to repeat what I had said while at the round table a week ago “I want your cock in my mouth.”

He looked at me with wild eyes and obliged me, letting his cock free from his slacks. My mouth watered at the sight of him, his tip was bright red and dripping with precum. He had obviously not been the only one to be turned on.

As I grasped him in my hands and jerked him slowly I relished in the way he felt in my hand. He felt hot and heavy, I couldn’t wait to take him into my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking lightly. Spencer’s head tipped backwards, his hands curled into fists as if he was trying to prevent himself from grabbing my hair to fuck my face. Little did he know that was exactly what I wanted.

When I guided one of his hands to the back of my hair to reassure him that I didn’t mind if he took control that way he almost let out a groan, but successfully stifled it by biting into his other fist. He then fisted my hair harder, wrapping his hand around so tight that tears prickled a bit in my eyes. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed it even more when he started to use his hand to guide my head up and down. He set the pace to the one he desired. It wasn’t too fast or hard, it was actually quite slow. He dragged out each of my movements and when my nose nuzzled at the base of his cock he had me stay there for a moment each time. Each time I gagged a little on him he let out an almost whine, it made me wonder whether or not he’d look good underneath me as well. Though I was thoroughly content with being underneath him at this time.

Even though I had already had one orgasm the tingling between my thighs was not satiated, looking up at Spencer’s blissed out face only served to make me even more turned on.

“Stop.” I blinked up at him like he had done so at me on the jet, confused. I pulled off of his cock, a slight pop echoed in the air. He then lifted me up onto the table with my legs wrapped around his waist before I could ask him why he wanted for me to stop.

“Now what was that last thing you said to me? I want you to ask me again. ” His cock was running up and down my folds teasing me. My head fell back and I moaned when he bumped my clit.

“Please, fuck me?” My breathless voice sounded wrecked already.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” As he slid into me my eyes rolled back into my head as he slid into me. His pace was faster this time than what he had done while fucking my face. I was squirming with overstimulation and my orgasm was going to come ridiculously fast. Spencer could sense it too and brought his hand down to my clit to bring me over my peak even faster.

“You can cum again, princess.” My second orgasm was much longer than my first. It sparked through me slowly, almost in waves that felt like they had multiple peaks.

He too, was not that far behind me. When he tried to pull out to probably cum all over the tops of my thighs I kept him locked in place with my legs around my waist and asked, “Cum inside me?”

He obliged me with a groan pumping into me a few more times before spilling inside me. We were both slick with sweat, making me wish for a shower. As soon as I got cleaned up that would be the first thing I’d be doing when I bolted home. Maybe I could bring Spencer along for another round, I could hear him speak Russian to me all day.

“I’ll go get something to clean you up.” He spoke softly as if he was afraid I’d break, you’d think after the way he had fucked me that he’d realized I was not so breakable. I’d have to fix that later. As I sat there with his cum dribbling down my thighs waiting for him to return , mixing with my own I knew that I’d never underestimate Spencer’s poker face again.

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flamminghotweedos · 5 years ago

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could you please do prompts 74 & 75 with JJ from outer banks?! I LOVED your last one, you're such a talented writer ugh

A/N: thANK YOU that made me go WHEE :) I hope you liked this one!

Also! I thin I’m gonna start doing outer banks preferences so let me know if/what you’d like to see!

Word Count: 1599

Requested: yes. #74 “are you listening to me?” And #75 “no I was too busy watching you undress in my head,” (two of my faves)

Pairing: JJ x reader

Warnings: the usual swearing, and some flirty JJ x reader goin on

~Wipe Out~

(Set in Season 1 Episode 3) (btw I listened to Evan Finds The Third Room by Khruangbin from this episode ON LOOP and holy shit it adds so much I recommend it)

“I’m so proud of you right now, holy crap,” JJ said to the soaking wet Pope who got back on the boat. Pope has just taken the plug from Topper’s expensive boat, and his face fell serious.

“JJ?” He started,

“Yeah?”

“You can’t tell anybody,”

“Oh yeah no. Totally dude,”

“No. I’m serious, dude. Not Kie, not John B, especially not Y/N. Nobody,” JJ put his hands in up in defense, knowing you, his girlfriend, would kill both of them if you found out.

“Yup. My lips are sealed. Give me that,” JJ took the plug from Pope’s band and threw it over board.

Miles over on the beach, you sat in the sand with your surf board, rubbing on it trying to get some of the build up off of it. You looked up and at the sun setting over the water, John B. and Kiara conversing as they floated on their boards. You smiled and heard JJ’s familiar voice from behind you.

“Board works better if you get in the water, babe,” You stood up and turned around, giving both Pope and JJ that look you had. The, you guys spent way to long to have been working, plus word got out of some Pogues on the golf course today...you two did something, kind of look. It worked every time. JJ was the hardest, blondie had the thickest skull. But Pope? Man, Pope was blurting the truth out to you in seconds. Even spoiled three of your surprise parties the other Pogues had tried to throw you.

“Don’t submit, dude,” JJ grabbed Pope’s arm with his free hand.

“I took the plug out of Topper’s boat today-“

“What?!” You yelled, making the two boys shush you and take a step forward.

“Him and Rafe teamed up on him today when he was out delivering,” JJ argued for Pope and he nodded, moving his hat slightly to show you the scar.

“Oh my god, Pope why didn’t you tell me?” You grabbed the side of his neck and examined the gash. “Did you clean it? Are you hurt anywhere else? Did-“

“Y/N, chill. I’m alright,” Pope smiled and adjusted the board in his hand and ran towards the water.

“Hey! Save some waves for us!” JJ yelled and Kiara responded, but your hand on JJ’s bare chest stopped him.

“JJ,” you have him a warning look. The sudden authority you had in your voice sent a unexpected chill down his spine. “You realize how much Pope could lose if he get caught?”

“He’s not gonna get caught, baby,”

“JJ, you don’t know that,” and unexpected rant started from you, but JJ couldn’t pay attention. You just looked so fucking good in the sunlight right now. The way your hair feel naturally from the sea water, the way your bathing suit complemented every curve of your body. Not to mention, JJ’s eyes couldn’t help but wonder from yours, to your lips, to your breasts and down. An endless loop of him remembering what’s underneath the bathing suit. If he had the skill, he could probably draw every inch of you from memory with how many times he’s stared at you.

“Not to offend you JJ, but I don’t think you’d be the college type. You’ve told me yourself. Pope? Pope has a scholarship he’s gotta chase after. Baby, you gotta promise me you’ll watch after him if anything does happen. And if anything happens to him tell me. My dad’s got enough Kook cash that we could bail him or you out, okay?” You noticed the way his lip was stuck between his teeth. He only ever did that if he was focusing really hard on something. “JJ? Are you listening to me?” You asked and stepped forward, now only a few inches from you boyfriend.

“Huh?” His eyes finally met yours again, “no. No I was too busy watching you undress in my head,” you were taken back by his honesty. You blinked and few times and shook your head, leaning in for a kiss, your free hand cupping his cheek, patting it when he tried to deepen the kiss.

“Maybe later,” you pulled back and winked. You turned and walked off towards the water, feeling two familiar eyes stay on you. You weren’t worried about if JJ listened to that rant specifically. You knew he’d do the right thing in that situation.

“Hang on! Maybe?!” He called back and ran after you. You quickly straddled your board and started to paddle towards your other friends.

“If you wipe out less than five times, I guarantee you I’ll undress for you tonight,” you said once he caught up to you. He smirked and held his hand out, to close the deal. You took his hand and shook it, but as quickly pulled towards him, water splashing on both of you as he pressed him lips on yours. The salty sea water now on the taste on your tongue.

“Come on now! Remember the new rule!” John B. yelled as the other three paddled toward you two, pulling away from each other, you smiled to your friends. “If pogues are gonna Mack pogues, you either gotta not do it in front of the others or warn us,” you quickly took your hand, splashing water towards John B.

“Consider that your warning,” you all laughed, and Kie nodded and gestured for you all to start surfing.

And you kept count of JJ. The first wave he simply stood up and road out. Then the second wave, he did noting but stand up. You caught on to his tricks.

“Come on Jay! Not confident in your own skill?!” You yelled over as you road out a wave of your own, watching him smile and shake his head before paddling further out. The next wave, he did a few of his spins and turns. Next wave was bigger than he expected, catching him off guard and slipping into the water. The same on the next, yet he fell off when he tried to top the wave.

“That’s two, JJ!” You yelled and straddled your board. Kie floated over towards you, laughing.

“I’m afraid to ask,” you looked over at her, nothing the moon had started to come up.

“He wouldn’t pay attention when I was talking to him earlier,” you sighed as he skillfully spun and road the next wave out, sticking his tongue out at you as he passed. “So we made a bet, if he didn’t wipe out more than five times...I’d-“

“Got cha,” Kiara nodded with a giggle and watched Pope. surf through the tube.

“Ladies,” John B. said and floated over, you three catching some air. “What are we doin?” He asked as JJ raced Pope to a wave.

“Trying to get JJ to wipe out,” Kie said as you all kept their eyes on the two boys.

“Do I wanna know?”

“Just a bet we have,” you smirked and John B. nodded.

“How many times has he wiped out?” Just ask he asked, JJ got cocky, going for his normal rodeo turn at the peak, but his board got caught and flipped from underneath him.

“That’s five now, JJ! You sure you wanna try again?!” you yelled, teasing your boyfriend and he straddled his board and put his hands on his hips.

“JJ! Get some air on this one!” John B. yelled back. JJ looked at you, hopelessly tired, but his hard headedness made him turn his board and paddle out further. He started to effortlessly ride the wave out, it growing as it neared the shore. JJ gained some speed and looked for a water ramp. Once he found it, he maneuvered his board up the wave. The four of you, Pope floating towards you more, all yelled as JJ caught the air he was going for, but the cheers made him cocky. Turning his body to try and spin his board a little in air, he missed the flat of the wave, slipping from the board and flopping on the whitewater.

“Ooh,” you all winced, laughing slightly.

“I’ll go check on him, head to shore we’ll catch up,” you giggle as the other three started to paddle away, you laid on your stomach and paddle towards JJ. He was now laying on his back on his board, taking deep breaths.

“Don’t say a word,” he warned once you floated over. You grabbed on to his board in order to stay together in the moon lit water.

“That was actually pretty impressive,” he let out and laugh and he sat up on his board, smirking over to you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...but you lost so...I won’t be undressing for you tonight,” you shrugged, all ready with an idea in your head. JJ could tell, and played along.

“So you won...what’s your prize?” He asked as you two began to size up the next wave to ride to shore.

“You have to undress me tonight,” with that you shot a wink and paddled before standing up on your board and riding the wave to shore.

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akumaalert · 3 years ago

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Snippet of “Awake” - First Chapter of “Divergence”

Hey, all! Wanted to share a snippet of the first chapter (”Awake”) of “Divergence” - a fic that will offshoot from “Heavy Metal Lover.” Note that this is basically a whole spoiler for chapter 20 of “Heavy Metal Lover.” If you’re like me and see random stuff saying “Don’t click if you haven’t read...” and click anyway: Hi! Welcome, chaos lover. If you like this and want to know the context, please feel free to check out the full work on AO3.

“Divergence” should be posted within two weeks and will be open to requests for the reader (”Lucky”) to have different experiences than what she has in the original. This can mean the following:

- AUs

- Re-tellings of certain scenes of the original

- Reader-specific details included in old or new/original scenes (i.e., reader is plus sized, skinny, tall, short, etc.)

- Genderbending of any of the characters

Originally made this Tumblr to share snippets of the stories on...so happy that I could finally do that! If you want to skip writing that was in the story, you can start at “Though sleep pulled at your eyelids...”

Story contains mature elements, swearing, and explicit mention of sex. Please be forewarned.

Looking back, it would only be a wonder that it did not occur sooner.

As soon as you were alone in the bedroom, you took off your shoes and eyed the clothes Heisenberg had provided you from the factory...

...before turning to the tub.

Couldn't hurt to bathe. Love to be clean.

That man is coming back up to this bedroom.

This is the point, self.

The logical side of your brain, for once, remained quiet.

Though you had clearly lost all sense of sensibility, you at least moved the divider to completely block the tub from any but the most determined of views.

The water had been scalding when you got in.

By the time you had bathed and decided that your foolishness had reached its limit, it was stark cold.

"This was stupid," you said. "Fucking stupid. What did I want? Him to join me? This is the universe saying 'Wake the fuck up.'"

Though your fingers were pruned, you dried yourself off and pulled a nightgown from the small cupboard beneath the sink.

Sheer as ever. Fuck's sake. The universe had truly saved you.

Until it hadn't.

Heisenberg rushed into the room like a rocket and you jumped as the door slammed close.

"...you here, Luck?"

"Yeah," you called out. "Um...don't come over here...gotta get dressed real quick."

"...k" called Heisenberg.

Wasting no time, you slid the gown over your body and made sure to fan out the edges as far as they would go.

You needed no mirror to see your nipples proudly displayed through the fabric.

Mouthing a 'fuck' for good measure, you frowned.

"Heisenberg?"

"Yes?"

"Do you...do you mind looking away for a second?"

"From you?"

"Yes."

"...are...are you coming out naked?"

"No," you snapped.

An awkward silence greeted you.

"Heisenberg?"

"Huh?"

"You looking away?"

"Oh. Yeah. You're good now."

Peeking from behind the divider, you only saw Heisenberg's back.

With more speed than you were familiar with, you bolted to the bed and ducked under the covers.

Once secure beneath the pillowy softness, you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay. It’s safe."

You did not miss how Heisenberg whirled around.

"Oh...fuck...that was fast."

"Yeah," you said absently.

"Trying to set a fucking record?"

"Something like that."

"Mmn. I...gotta get changed."

"Okay."

The two of you stared at the other.

"You trying to get a free show or you gonna cover those peepers?"

"...I figured you would go behind the divider."

"The divider is on your side of the bed."

"Oh," you said dumbly. "Oh. Yeah...wait."

Yanking the pillow from underneath your head, you smashed it onto your face above your mouth and pressed down.

Heisenberg chuckled. "Dramatic as hell."

"Doing what you asked of me."

"...didn't formally ask you to...did I?"

Swallowing found your throat on fire.

"Mmn."

"What was that?"

"Mmn," you repeated.

"Heh...don't go into public speaking, kid."

You frowned at the ceiling and the darkness of your eyes.

Instead of speaking, Heisenberg decided to tell you he was done by climbing in the bed beside you. It struck you suddenly that lamps had been placed in the room instead of the candles that the castle was so beset with. But when you removed your pillow, you found yourself met by more muted darkness.

"Sure you okay with this?" asked Heisenberg. "I can fuck off and go into another room. I like to bitch like a drama king, but I don't need anything crazy set up for me."

"Bed is pretty big," you said carelessly. "S'okay. We've been closer."

The chuckle Heisenberg gave was absolutely filthy.

"We have...haven't we?"

The fucking lilt would be the death of you. What a relief it was to blink blindly and stupidly at the man in peace without judgment.

"Hey - last time I'm reminding you...what's your one job?"

"Get you out in the morning," you replied.

"Because?"

"Ah...generators...production line...something about a reset..."

"That's my girl. Nighty night, Luck."

"Night, Heis."

A turn. A breath. A feeling that you would never be able to sleep with the man so close that you could feel his body heat radiating from him like a welcome sign.

But you awoke.

You awoke often.

You awoke in the middle of the night from a dream you could barely recall and all the images of Alcina at the forefront of your mind.

You awoke in Heisenberg's arms and sobbed into his chest as he clung you to him just as sweetly as any of your snowy imaginings.

"Fuck you doing awake? No...shh...it's okay...shh...you're alright. I'm here. I've got you."

Though sleep pulled at your eyelids, you nudged your head up to feel the spikes of Heisenberg's scruff. You had to stay awake. Could not return to sleep and Alcina awaiting you with her long talons and even longer legs.

"Nightmare?"

You nodded into his neck.

"Mmn. Have those myself...think you can go back to sleep? Don't think it's quite time for me to leave yet if you just wanna yak about it or something."

Swallowing, you exhaled. "Don't wanna go back to sleep."

With a grunt, Heisenberg sat up to leave you curled on the sheets.

"Just checking the time..."

When Heisenberg turned to pull something from the floor, you noticed that your eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark. Enough so that you saw the loose movements of his arms and realized that he had gone to bed without a shirt.

"Fuck...two in the morning..."

"I'm sorry," you said, tensing. But Heisenberg was mumbling and coming back to you with open arms. "Sorry I woke you..."

"S'alright," he said, yawning afterward. "Gotten less sleep and done more stupid things after than make sure the reset doesn't fuck up the factory..."

As he spoke, you could feel one of his hands rubbing up and down your arm a bit too roughly. An awkward and well intended move to comfort you.

"Still...I'm sorry...you need all the sleep you can manage to get. I don't know how much work the whole factory thing will be..."

"Honestly not much as long as I get back in time," he said, hand squeezing your arm for good measure before returning to that same rough rubbing motion. "Could probably even come back here afterwards...heh...that would spook that sixty-foot snake."

You laughed a sleepy laugh and settled further into his grasp.

"Mmn...like a fucking little bunny...cuddling into me and shit..."

"I can stop...pull away..."

Heisenberg's hand stopped rubbing you in favor of clutching you to him.

"Shh...you're talking nonsense. Need some sleep."

"Heis..."

"Shhh..."

"Heis, you can just tell me that you like it when we cuddle."

When he tsked and laid his chin on your head, you smiled. It felt so much like that day at the stronghold.

"Why would I say that? Not in the business of lying to people."

Lying...yes...because what we are doing now is causing you so much distress...

"Well," you said, smiling. "I'll say it then. I like it when we cuddle. Especially in bed. Feels more comfy than cuddling in front of the lycans."

A shiver - as though Heisenberg had been beset by the cold - ran through his body.

"Oof...y'okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." he said absently. "Uh...actually...we might wanna go to sleep after all..."

"Mmn?"

"Yeah...early morning..."

"You mind if I hold onto you for a while? This...this actually helps from the nightmare."

The only way you knew how to describe Heisenberg in that moment was jittery. His movements were fine on their own but were conducted with such awkward quickness as to be alarming.

When he did not answer you, you looked up at him through the dark.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

A beat of silence and then another.

"Nothing's wrong." Quick words to match his quick movement.

"Heisenberg..."

"It's Heis."

"...you...Heis...something isn't right. Just talk to me. In English, preferably."

What you could only assume was a curse in German fell from his lips.

"I...fuck's sake, buttercup...I don't know how to...if you...this was such a bad idea...so fucking STUPID."

"What?" You paused, gathering enough evidence from his huff. "Sleeping together?"

"Yes."

"It was your idea."

"I FUCKING KNOW THAT, OKAY?" he hissed. "Just...I thought...earlier...it made more sense...this made more sense..."

"Glad something did because I am completely and utterly confused," you admitted.

"You're confused? You started flirting with me." Heisenberg grumbled something low and rough. "Fucking gave me ideas...false hope...so I thought...guh I'm such a fucking idiot..."

Hope began to fuel you too. Fuel you and feed into the most terrible of terrific ideas.

"Are you...whatever you're trying to say...I was flirting with you. That wasn't false. Honestly...I was in the bathtub just moments before you came in hoping you would join me."

"...you what now?"

You could not help but laugh. The fact that you could not see Heisenberg's expressive face only added to the hilarity as you imagined a hundred different emotions running through that scarred skin.

"I took a bath...a long one...hoping that you would come up here in the middle of it and offer to join me...figured one thing could lead into another and the bed was here anyway..."

The pauses in between Heisenberg's voice could only endear you to him. He seemed every bit lost for words.

"You...are you talking about...what are you talking about?"

"Sleeping with you," you supplied with a shrug. "What are you talking about?"

"Sleeping...you...ah...I wasn't...I wasn't mistaken? Shit...I...I may or may not have a fucking stiffy over here...because the cuddling is...something you enjoy so much."

"Oh?" you purred. The chance of escaping in the delights of Heisenberg’s body made your body positively teem with anticipation. But you could not forget your own actions...the last time you had seen him in such a vulnerable state. Losing some confidence, you glanced at the darkness of the bed instead of his body. "Umm...I want to touch you...want to...would it be okay if I touched you?"

"Yeah...course. You've touched me before."

"No...I mean...is it...fuck...can I jack you off?"

For a long while, Heisenberg said nothing.

The next thing you heard was a rattling spit.

"OUCH GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!" he whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"Pinched myself."

"You...why are you pinching yourself?"

"Because I'm clearly fucking awake but clearly dreaming at the same time because yes, I would enjoy that very much. Please. And thank you."

"Are...are you sure?"

Heisenberg's hand came down heavy but without malice on your neck.

"OW!"

"Shit...I was trying to grab your hand."

Providing your hand to his, you hitched a breath when he splayed it against his chest. His heartbeat thudded against your palm. Wrenching your knees upward, you brushed against that heated length between his legs.

"I...um...we should probably talk about boundaries before I do this."

"Huh?"

"Is this...are you okay with me just jacking you off?"

"Just? This is a goddamn holiday. Marking it on the calendar. Nothing little about it."

"Dumbass. That's not what I'm saying," you said, scratching his chest somewhat affectionately to show him that you meant no harm. "Do you...are you wanting anything more? Because I'm on my period...I'm up for it...but it might get messy and I know that's the last mess I want a certain someone finding."

"We...we can do more? More like..." You heard him take in a shaky inhale. "Can we...is like full blown intercourse on the table?"

"Sure...long as you don't call it that again," you said, shaking your head.

Grumbling and tensing his shoulders, Heisenberg whined when you dropped your touch to round one of his nipples.

"What the fuck else am I supposed to call it?"

"Sex. Fucking. Making love," you added jokingly. "Um...ah...you know...I hadn't thought about it, but maybe you genuinely didn't know. German to English...or...ah...Romanian to English. Might not have those words."

"I like making love," he said with certainty in his voice. "Let's do that. Make love."

You had expected him to laugh at that suggestion if he acknowledged it at all. But there he was giddy and practically giggling over the most flowery option he was given.

"Okay...are there any places that you don't like being touched?"

"Not that I know of," he admitted. "Are there...is there somewhere I shouldn't touch you?"

"Not necessarily...just...no going down on me this time. Sex is one thing-"

"Making love."

"-us um...us making love is fine, but I don't want to get eaten out while my period is going on. And don't show me your dick after or comment on the blood...just...get rid of it. Please. And...and nothing too crazy to start out with. I'm not a prude, but don't want to be choked or anything harsh like that. Just...vanilla for our first go. Then we can see where things take us."

"Roger that! Heard loud and clear," he said, leaning his face to kiss your forehead. For all the lack of a relationship, Heisenberg was making you feel far much more mushy and cared for than your ex ever had. You let your hand round his stomach slow and soft in response.

"Thank you. We...if you want to, I'll jack you off for a bit before you grab the condom."

"The...I don't have one of those."

That made you freeze.

"Not even in this room? Your chambers? If you don't feel like getting up, I can grab them from wherever they are."

Heisenberg went uncharacteristically quiet.

"Heis?"

"None in this room," he said plainly.

"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable by asking...but...is that typical? You having sex without a condom?"

It worried you. Here you were all too willing to have him fuck you into the mattress while he could be having all sorts of unprotected sex with who knows who in the village. He was attractive - a lord. Anyone with a pair of eyes could easily fall in lust if not love with him.

Anyone with ears too...fucking sexy ringmaster voice...

"Not typical, no."

"No? Has it just...been a while?"

"Never."

"Huh?"

"Never made love before."

That sent you sitting up in bed.

"WHAT?"

"What?"

"HEISEN..." you lowered your voice, realizing he was growing tense. "You've never...I don't believe you. Quit joking. Not the time."

"Not joking," he grumbled. "Why would I joke about that?"

"You're just..."

"I'm what?"

"You're you," you said as if it clarified anything at all. "You're a lord in a small town. You have a face of a model. Not...not trying to open old wounds, but you're absolutely gorgeous underneath all those layers..."

"Yeah," he snorted. "Fatass McGee will be strutting the runways any day now."

"Oh my god...you're serious." Lying back down, you brought your hand to the clothed length between his legs. He had grown noticeably more soft since the brush of your knee, but you could feel his cock twitch when you cupped him. "So...no one? Not even foreplay or...what about kissing?"

"...ahhh...nah...none of that either...you're probably the first person to see me naked since I was a little kid...well...maybe a few folks in Constantinople. Got sloshed one time and woke up naked tied to a lamppost. But...other than that...all you."

There seemed to be no end to the surprises that would fall from Heisenberg's mouth. You stared at him - or the inky shadow that was him - and ran teasing fingers up his shaft.

"I uhh...fuck...I'm pretty sure anyone who saw me then is dead by now though," he supplied.

"Heis...you're so fucking ridiculous."

#heavy metal lover #divergence #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you

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redeadepression · 4 years ago

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Dutch’s Con | Arthur/F!Reader | Secret Cupid! ♥♥♥

Light Skinned, Plus Sized Female Reader!

Happy Valentines Day!!!

This is my @rdr-secret-cupid gift for my cupid @thepalestcowboy / @asteroidbear I really hope you liked it. I used some of the things you suggested when you answered my ask. Sorry if it seems like I’m roasting you a little bit when Y/N is being self-deprecating!!! I swear I’m just repeating what you said and don’t worry spoiler alert. Arthur is SO into you. ;)

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Relationships: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Words: 3443 Tags: Fluff, crushes, lewd thoughts, one bed trope, awkward Arthur (like, not smooth at all. Man’s game is rusty AF) Warnings: Reader is described very specifically to look like my cupid as this is a gift for her! :)

Summery: You and Arthur are sent on a recon mission, posing as newly-weds but *GASP* There’s only ONE bed???

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Arthur glowered at the back of his horse’s neck as she took long, laboured steps onwards towards the town of Oakseed.

He could tell the poor old girl was feeling the heat more than he was and he vowed to treat her to a sugar cube and good grooming once he arrived at his destination.

His eyes flicked to his left he heard you grumble under your breath. The humidity was suffocating, and he wondered briefly if you were suffering a little more than his poor old horse.

You were a relatively new addition to the gang but he felt he had gotten to know you well enough in the last few months for you both to work side by side. At least, that’s what he had told himself after the choice had been taken away.

You were to spend a few nights in the town closest to camp. Playing the part of newly-weds and scoping the scene for rich old bastards that would be easy to con.

Dutch had been so sure that you would work well together. Arthur had his doubts. He had voiced them vehemently and repeatedly but they’d fallen on deaf ears. Dutch had insisted that this recon mission was only to be pulled off by the two of you alone and when Hosea had put his paper down long enough to back him up, Arthur had realised he had lost.

He looked to you now, riding alongside him. The sweat he felt running down his own back was gathering on your neck and chest and the heat he felt burning against his bare arms was currently tinting your face a light shade of red.

You wiped at your forehead with the back of your palm. Smearing sweat and dirt together in a feeble attempt to stop it from dripping into your eyes.

You blinked furiously in the afternoon sun, wishing you’d thought to bring a hat. Even the sparse shade of the trees along the edge of the trail didn’t shield you from the unrelenting heat. You licked at your cracked lips. Gritting your teeth as you were reminded that you’d drank the last of your water not too long ago.

Flies buzzed around your face and you felt yourself grow agitated as you let go of the reigns briefly to swat at them.

You heard a sniff of laughter from your right and turned to face your traveling companion with an incredulous scowl.

“It ain’t that bad.” Arthur said simply, his tone light as he shooed a large fly away from his own face.

“I’m not from here… I ain’t used to the heat.” You croaked, throat dry from breathing in the dust that had been kicked up by your horses hooves.

“I can tell.” He replied plainly, mirth in his tone as he looked back to the road with a smirk on his lips.

You watched him for a moment, feeling silly for your frustration but unable to curb is as another fly made a beeline for one of your nostrils. You swatted at it, growling angrily and jolting slightly as your horse decided she’d had enough.

She snorted angrily, hooves stomping the ground in agitation as she began to disobey you.

You were never fantastic with horses to begin with. But after your old faithful had passed away on a mission, you’d purchases the first horse you came across just to be able to get back to the gang.

She was moody and stubborn. She could tell you were inexperienced and liked to test your control. That coupled with the stifling heat, you were surprised she had tolerated you this long.

You held the reigns tight, thighs clenching onto your saddle as you cooed her softly and tried desperately to stay in your seat.

Arthur was at your side in an instant. His own horse exhaled softly as he steered her towards you. The large mare not batting an eye as your own horse fidgeted uncomfortably at the proximity of the other animal.

“Here.” Arthur said gently, his calf brushing against yours as he leaned in against your side. Leather covered hands with bare fingers encompassed yours as he showed you how to pull the reigns more efficiently. “Like this.” He instructed simply, pulling back on your hands and showing you where to hold them.

“It’s alright girl.” He purred, directed at your horse. “It’s okay.” He assured; your horse seeming to calm at his words alone. His firm grip on your reigns slowing her to a stop. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly at the way his voice reverberated in your ear. “There.” Arthur whispered, slowly handing you back the reigns and turning to face you.

"You gotta’ show her you’re in charge.” He said quietly, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

You nodded in understanding. His face only inches from yours as he pulled his hands away. You turned back to the road quickly, Arthur doing the same. Clearing his throat as he directed his mare back to her side of the road.

Your horse listened to your direction as you subconsciously guided her a little farther from Arthur than you had been before. It was as if you could still feel the heat radiating off his brawny form from your place across the trail.

“Thanks.” You said softly, smiling through your embarrassment as Arthur made a noise of acknowledgment.

The rest of the ride was silent. The soft clip of your horses hooves against the dirt filled the space between you both as you passed through the gateway entrance of the small town.

Arthur directed you towards the small hotel on the end of the main street. He’d stayed there once before and knew where he was going.

You hitched your horses at the post to the left of the hotel and jumped down into the red dirt with a thump. Disturbing the dust and coughing slightly as you breathed it in.

Arthur moved to stand beside you and hovered as you removed the supplies you needed for your stay.

“I can’t wait for a bath.” You sighed as you turned to him, your bag in your arms.

“Mm.” He hummed in agreement. Eyeing your possessions coolly before opening his mouth to speak.

“Listen.” He said awkwardly, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. “We should probably only get the one room.” He said clumsily, making your brow raise at his forwardness.

Arthur watched your face chance, furrowing his own brows before raising them both in surprise as he realised his mistake. “For… For the con.” He explained in a hurried whisper. “Just… for authenticity o’course.” He added quickly, holding out his hands in front of him.

“Of course.” You replied quickly.

“Right.” Arthur nodded.

“Sure.” You smiled with a shrug, trying to break the tension.

Arthur nodded again, clearing his throat uncomfortably as he pulled his hat down further to cover the flush on his cheeks.

You stood there for a moment, unsure what to do now as you waited for him to take the lead. Arthur seemed to follow your train of thought, turning quickly and walking towards the entrance of the hotel.

“Don’t worry.” He chuckled, stopping as you drew closer to the front door. “ You can have the bed.” He clarified.

You stopped just behind him, laughing nervously.

“Oh, I don’t mind.” You said earnestly when you realised he hadn’t been joking.

“Please. I insist.” Arthur said firmly, holding up his hands once more before turning back towards the hotel. You watched him go, frowning at the way he had spoken before sighing inwardly and following in his stead.

“Okay.” You mumbled, fully aware he couldn’t hear you.

You supposed you should have known better than to put yourself out there like that. Arthur was nice enough but he was the type of man that had women throwing themselves at him without him needing to try. You weren’t sure you were even close to his type.

You were on the larger side and your skin was very light considering the amount of time you spent in the sun. All the woman you’d seen Arthur chatting too in the last few months were incredibly thin and at least three shades tanner than yourself.

You cast your gaze onto the ground as you followed Arthur up the front steps of the hotel. A sickening feeling of rejection sinking to the bottom of your stomach as you resigned yourself to keeping your feelings for him locked deep inside.

Arthur stopped in front of you suddenly and you looked up at his handsome face inquisitively as he held out his hand to you.

You took it without thinking, letting yourself be pulled inside and silently swooning at the feel of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Arthur stopped at the front desk, nodding to you once and reminding you without words of the part you were to play in this con as you both waited for the man behind the counter to notice you.

He looked up within a few seconds and you watched in awe as Arthur flashed his charming smile at him.

“Hello.” He began simply, his voice a long drawl as he forced a chipper tone. “The name’s Arthur Callahan.” He said confidently, flashing a toothy smile as his arm slid around your waist as easily as if he had it done it a thousand times before. “And this is my wife Clementine.” He purred, pulling you against his side as he looked back to the man behind the desk. “We’ll need a room for the night and the lady would like a bath.” He ordered, placing a few notes on the desk in front of him and sliding them across to the clerk with the palm of his hand.

The clerk’s eyes widened as he jumped to attention.

“Of course sir.” He agreed, snatching the money roughly from the counter and stuffing it into his pocket. “There’s a room ready at the end of the hall.” He said cheerfully as he placed a key on the counter and slid it into Arthur’s waiting hand. The burly man caught it with ease. “Our bathing facilities are this way ma’am.” The clerk continued, gesturing in the other direction and waiting for you to move first.

You smiled in response. Turning to Arthur and placing one of your bags into his outstretched hand. He had been waiting patiently, as a doting husband would. You caught yourself flushing as the older man turned away with your belongings.

Even if it was all one giant fantasy… You could get used to this.

Once you had bathed you headed towards your room. You knocked softly and waited for Arthur to answer. After a minute of silence you tried the handle only to find it still locked. You knocked again, waiting a few seconds before returning to the front desk.

The man there informed you that Arthur had headed back outside after placing your belongings in your room. You frowned in confusion, following in Arthur’s footsteps and walking back outside towards the horses.

You didn’t have to look far. Stopping in your tracks as you caught sight of him. Large, muscular arms flexing in the late afternoon sun as he ran a grooming brush over your horse’s rump. You watched for a second, smiling involuntarily before walking closer.

He turned at the sounds of your footsteps, pausing his work and looking you over briefly.

You could have sworn you’d seen his face change momentarily. Cheeks growing rosy as he turned away from you and began to speak.

“Hope you don’t mind.” He said casually, petting horse’s side as he continued to groom her. “I gave Bo a once over and I figured YH/N could use one too.”

“Thank you.” You said quickly, guilt rising in your stomach that you hadn’t even considered your horse. You’d been so keen to get yourself clean you hadn’t even thought about your poor horse that had carried you all the way there.

“Don’t feel bad.” Arthur said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t usually go to this much effort. I just didn’t feel too much like sitting around in the room.”

“I wasn’t feeling bad.” You lied. “I was just coming out to give her some attention.” You said bluntly as you stepped up next to Arthur and petted your horse’s neck.

She snorted softly, looking to you for a moment before returning her attention to the food Arthur had left at her feet.

Arthur looked you up and down once more, quickly turning his attention back to the horse as you turned your attention on him.

“What?” You asked frankly, eyes roaming his form as he shrugged in response.

“Nothin’.” He answered, tucking the grooming brush back into his satchel and dusting off his hands. “Just don’t look like you was about to come outside and do some grooming.” He snickered, gesturing towards your fresh, clean clothes and damp, towel dried hair.

“Well I was.” You lied again, voice a little more firm than you’d have liked, causing him to smirk in response.

“Okay.” He conceded, holding up a hand to calm you before giving his horse a quick pet and turning back to the hotel. “it’s getting’ late.” He mumbled, gesturing with his head towards the door. “Should probably head to bed.”

You nodded in agreement, watching as a smile formed on his lips. You cocked your head in question and he chuckled softly.

“Well, you’ll head to bed.” He laughed. “I’ll head to floor, I suppose.”

You barked out a laugh, covering your mouth quickly and turning away to hide your embarrassment. Arthur seemed to feel accomplished in making you laugh. Smiling wider to himself as he headed inside.

You followed along behind him, feeling like an idiot.

Arthur opened the door and allowed you to move into the room first. You were surprised to see he’d already set up his bedroll on the floor next to the double bed in the middle of the room. You frowned at his haste as he locked the door behind you both.

You slipped off your boots and left them at the end of the bed. Crawling on top of the covers and positioning yourself on the left side, closest to Arthur’s bedroll as he took off his own boots.

You stared at your hands, eyes flicking up to see what was taking so long and shooting back down to your lap when you realised Arthur was unbuttoning his shirt.

You licked your lips, eyes darting back up once more. You inhaled softly as he pulled the fabric over his shoulders. The muscles in his broad chest shifting with him as he let the shirt fall to the floor and his hands moved to his belt.

You looked away quickly, swallowing hard as you listened to the clinking of his buckle as he worked the leather out of the loops in his jeans.

A soft clunk signified it had joined his shirt on the floor and you scolded yourself for having the urge to look up at him once more.

You resisted the temptation. Picking at the dirt under your fingernails as you heard him approach. A small, strained grunt accompanying his decent to his bed on the ground.

The silence in the room was deafening. You suddenly found yourself wishing you had brought a book. Anything to look at other than your own hands, the ceiling or… Arthur.

You turned to him intending to say your goodnights, surprised to find him studying you with curious eyes.

“What?” You asked a little too quickly, feeling flustered at his gaze.

“Ain’t you gonna get comfortable?” He asked, gesturing towards your outfit and making you look down at yourself uncertainly.

“I am comfortable.” You answered, confused.

“I mean, more comfortable.” Arthur laughed, hands gesturing to his own bare chest and then back to you. “It ain’t comfortable to sleep in a shirt and jeans. I’ve tried.” He chuckled, feeling inexplicably flustered.

“I’m fine.” You answered tersely. Suddenly extremely irritated at the feel of your jeans cutting into your waste and feeling suffocated by the neck of your shirt. But the thought of stripping down to your undergarments in front of Arthur was too much to bear in that moment.

He already wasn’t interested in what he saw. No point in going out of your way to show him even more of your body.

“Okay.” Arthur replied with a shrug. “Just saying. You can if you want.” He remarked casually. “I ain’t leering you know?” He chuckled awkwardly, staring at his hands as the words left his mouth.

You smiled weakly, unable to stop yourself as the words fell from your own lips.

“Trust me, I know.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat at the admission.

Arthur looked to you with furrowed brows, blue eyes filled with confusion as you turned away from him.

“What you mean by that?” He asked quietly, frown deepening as you shook your head at your own stupidity.

“Nothin’.” You said softly. “Nevermind.” You added as you slid down in the covers. Wishing for nothing more than to be able to pull them over your head and hide.

Arthur watched you for a moment longer before following your queue and slipping under his own blankets. Staring at the ceiling as he tried to figure out what you had meant.

Perhaps you were being sarcastic. Had you noticed the way he’d looked at your earlier? Had he made you feel uncomfortable with his gaze?

He mentally scolded himself. He had tried so hard to hide is quick glances but of course you had seen the way he was looking. He couldn’t help himself. The way your freshly washed hair framed your face was intoxicating.

Not to mention your choice of jeans. He’d been sure to walk in front of you on the way back to the room so he didn’t have to spend the entire time staring at the way the denim hugged your ass in those pants. They were his favourite of all the pants you owned. He couldn’t help but look twice when you stepped up next to him outside.

A silence descended upon the both of you as Arthur found himself lost in thoughts he would be ashamed of later. He cursed himself for making you feel uneasy. Selfishly wishing he could have kept his eyes to himself so he’d had the chance to see you in less clothing.

He wondered what kind of chemise you’d wear to bed if you were alone. Or perhaps you only wore a brassiere.

Arthur thought as his tongue darted out to lick as his dry lips.

He swallowed audibly, rolling to face away from you as felt the heat that had been rising on his cheeks travel lower, down his neck and towards more intimate places.

He’d already made you feel uncomfortable more than once today. He didn’t intend to be caught red-handed thinking sordid things about your body or more specifically, the things he would do to your body given the chance.

He was suddenly extremely grateful for his place on the floor. Unsure he would be able to hide his attraction to you if faced with the reality of sharing a bed.

He had found it hard enough to slip an arm around your waist at the front desk. To remain composed and casual while being that close to you. It had been torture.

He’d told Dutch from the beginning that they wouldn’t be able to sell the story. This con was going to fail. But without admitting his crush he was unable to give a strong reason why you two wouldn’t work well together.

He was pretty good at playing a part when he needed to but he wasn’t sure a person that had spent weeks dancing around his feelings for you could play the part of your new husband successfully without things getting awkward.

Dutch had put a lot of emphasis on how important it was that the two of you were in harmony to pull of your con. It was important that people believed you were in love. He stressed how imperative to the mission it was for you to be openly affectionate with one another and…

Arthur’s mouth fell open as realisation washed over him.

“Dutch you sly bastard.” He growled into the darkness. His hand coming up to rest over his eyes as he kicked himself for being so bloody stupid. “There’s no mission.” He whispered angrily, suddenly full of regret for his insistence at sleeping on the floor.

End.

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Incompatible (Mandalorian x Hunter!Jedi!F Reader)

Chapter Two: This isn’t too bad, right?

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: tension, angst, nightmares, violence, soft Mando for a bit, soft reader for a bit, grammar mistakes most likely. I think that’s it!

A/N: I hope you all enjoy chapter two! I’m still on the fence about if I like it or not, but that could just be me. Feedback is always welcomed! Enjoy :)

Hyperspace was something else. No matter how many times you’ve gazed upon the fast-moving stars, it never bored you. It was calming even though you were literally traveling past thousands of planets at once. You could get so lost in thought while watching them go by, it was a type of Zen you’ve never experienced anywhere else. Not even with your family.

Glancing down at the tracking pad on the counsel, you read that you still had at least seven hours until you reached Voss. You ran a hand over your face and rubbed your eyes. You were exhausted, but you did not want to fall asleep. Partly because you didn’t know if Mando was going to use the com to call you while you slept for something, or just to annoy you. The latter seemed more likely. However, the overall factor of not wanting to sleep with the nightmares that sure to come.

Great. Always something to worry about, huh?

Groaning you slumped even further into your chair with your legs sprawled out in front of you, your wool socks grazed the hard paneling of the floor sending goosebumps up your legs. With a few pops and cracks on your back, you knew your body needed some rest. Your eyelids surely felt like steel as they began to flutter closed. You couldn’t help yourself as you drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.

The Mandalorian was in a similar state as you. Not wanting to sleep for various reasons as well. He did not have nightmares to worry about, but he was always on high alert. Plus, hyperspace was a huge escape for him, to just be and think. He knew that Voss was still extremely far away, so he busied himself. Stepping out of the pilots chair he made is way down the short hallway to the ladder and descended down to the hull of the Razor Crest.

It was a relatively big space, holding everything he needed. Small sleeping quarters, a small fresher, some cargo boxes, an armory, and his carbonite chamber. There wasn’t anything down here he would call a kitchen per say, but he had a few travels sized machinery he used as a makeshift kitchen set, like a portable microwave and a small stove top…thing. He wasn’t particular when it came to a home-made meal or rations. He wasn’t a cook at all, so he normally opted for the rations.

He turned towards his armory and pressed a few buttons before it sprung open, revealing many guns, knives, and various other kinds of weaponry. He had to admit, it was quite extensive. The number of weapons he had would be scary to anyone who weren’t Mandalorian. He took out the most recent ones he used and sat down on the nearest cargo box and began cleaning the blasters and knives. Using a worn-out rag, he cleaned every surface he could find that was dull or needed a polish. It was, soothing for him, almost as soothing as hyperspace. Most of the time his thoughts were flooded with a specific bounty hunter, so he used cleaning as his escape when hyperspace got boring. Now, he didn’t know what to do, since he is being forced to work with her now. Cleaning his weapons now, he didn’t feel his thoughts retreating from you.

“Kriff.” Mando muttered under his breath, taking out some of his frustrations on a hard blemish upon his blaster.

He was still coming to terms with how he felt about the matter. There was an emotion he couldn’t quite place, and it bothered him. His chest tightened whenever he looked into your eyes, those fierce and determined eyes. He hasn’t seen you smile often, or laugh around him, considering he was a pain in the ass towards you. He didn’t know what else to be. Mando wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions, and whatever this emotion was exactly, it didn’t feel like the one to verbally show.

You are, entrancing to him. You are insanely skilled with a dagger, blaster, and fighting in general. Your style of fighting was interesting as well, you move so quick and sly, like a loth cat he supposed. Mando recalls a time when you two pared once, he lost of course, that’s why he’s only pared with you once before. However, he loved to watch you when you fought other people, he could never take his eyes off of you when you did. He was thankful in those situations for his helmet, blocking his gaze upon you at all times. He wondered if you ever thought what he looked like under the helmet.

Of course you don’t.

He shook his head out of his thoughts when his hands stopped momentarily after homing in on a low beeping noise coming from the cockpit, instantly he knew it was the com link.

You were calling him?

Instinctively, he shot up and climbed up the latter in only a few seconds. A few hours must have passed because his back ached once he stood up from his hunched position. The door of the cockpit flew open to reveal the sound of the com link beeping at a low tone very rapidly. This only happened when the line on the other end was picking up some distress signal, or any sound of distress.

He frowned and tilted his head, not understanding what sounds of distress it could be picking up since the both of you were in hyperspace. He sat down and twirled around in his chair, hesitating before clicking the button of the com link. His blood went cold hearing a scream on the other end, knowing for certain it was you. He didn’t understand where this sudden act of care came in, he could easily press a button on the com and ignore it. However, the seemingly dense Mandalorian always let his guard down around you, but because of that, he feared it.

Mando said your name quickly but there was no answer just a few labored breaths on your end, causing him to jump into fight or flight mode instantly, gripping the com in his hand.

“Hey, is everything okay? Are you alright? What’s going on?” Mando spoke rather urgently into the communication line, hoping that you could hear him too. Thankfully, there was an emergency button to turn off your mute to him since you did press it before takeoff. You were mumbling something, but it was hardly loud enough to be coherent. His heart was hammering in his chest, he didn’t understand what was going on with you. He feared something happened to your ship, he hoped that whatever it was he could help fix over the communicator.

“Please, d-don’t kill them…my moon.” You sobbed clutching onto your tunic in your sleep. Mando knew then that you were having a nightmare, maybe even a night terror. It seemed terrible regardless. The sounds of your screams were vibrating his helmet. He had no clue what to do, especially being so far away from you, quite literally.

“Hey, listen to me, I hope you can hear me. You have to wake up.” Mando spoke loudly into the com. In all honesty, he had no idea if this was going to work. This was all new territory for him. He has never had to think about someone else’s needs before his own, let alone try to get them to wake up from a nightmare through a kriffing com link.

“Can you hear me? You’re having a nightmare. You need to wake up!” Mando yelled into the com line, uttering your name a few times before he heard a large gasp and some labored breaths after. You woke up with a start, your chest feeling as though Jabba the Hutt himself was sitting on it and feeling the nail marks in the leather that wrapped around your seat at your fingertips. You scrambled to your feet, feeling more discomfort than the last few times you’ve experienced nightmares. They have always been the same, but this time there was a different voice present. Something familiar-

“Hey, can you hear me? Are you awake? Are you okay?” You heard it again, but this time you knew who it was based on the blinking red light of the com link. You groaned running a hand through your semi-damp hair, probably from sweating. Guilt and dread made their way through your chest. You thanked the maker that he couldn’t see your face, it was probably red and soaked with tears. Your hair was a mess also, which added to the mentally ill look.

Great, he heard you panic. That’s- that’s, annoying.

“Yes. I’m fine.” You hissed before shutting off the com link entirely. You sat back down in your chair, finally coming down from the adrenaline rush you had minutes before. You were so embarrassed. He had to wake you up because of a nightmare, you never felt so childish in your whole life. On the one hand, there was no way you were going to shake this ‘good deed’ off of him for the entire duration of this job you two were quested to do. The Mandalorian on the other hand was speechless. He clutched the com in his hand before tossing it across the cockpit with a large grunt. He was fuming. How could he let his guard down so quickly? He needed to wake up before he made a fool of himself.

“Dang farrick! You di’kutla (you idiot)! How heartless could she possibly be? I just woke her up from a nightmare!? How ungrateful-” He rambled while pacing the cockpit floor. With a shake of his head, he all but jumped down the ladder to the hull to continue what he was doing before he puts a blaster hole in the nearest wall.

You didn’t need the force to tell you that the Mandalorian was fuming. You didn’t know what else to tell him.

“Oh yeah, thanks for invading my privacy of sleeping. Hey, yeah, let’s be friends now that you know nightmares haunt my dreams.”

You screamed of frustration before kicking your chair. Immediately regretting it when pain shot up your shin almost forcing you to sit back down again. To be completely honest, you didn’t know of any alternative scenario for the tin can after all, because you most likely would have done the same thing. However, you were in no hurry to apologize to him now after causing a scene.

These next few hours were going to be a pain.

Coming up on Voss you were greeted with the familiar yellowish atmosphere as you approached. The sky wasn’t necessarily foggy, but it was dense, and the color didn’t add to the fact that it was hard to distinguish where there was a break in the forest to park not only your ship but Mando’s as well. You haven’t heard a peep form him since you cut him off on the com link earlier, but you didn’t mind. It allowed you enough time to figure out what you were going to even talk about when you landed, or what an initial game plan would be for you two.

After what felt like ages, you both landed in a decently open area. You scanned the area upon landing and after reading the map you were about a day walk to the city and maybe a few miles from The Nightmare Lands, so that was great.

Mando parked and shut down his ship before advancing into his cot to gather anything he needed from there. It wasn’t much since he didn’t change clothes often, especially in front of others, so he was glad that he was wearing a new pair of fresh clothes. Descending into the hull, he slung his rifle over his shoulders, holstered his blaster, and made sure his vibroblade was in his boot. After stuffing his relatively small pack with the fracking fob and some rations, he pressed the button to open the ramp of his ship.

A gust of wind made its way through the hull causing him to stumble back a few steps. After gaining his bearings, he made his way onto the planet floor. It was relatively warm, pretty foggy, and just dense. He’s seen worse for sure, however being here with another person, just made it a tad more unlikeable. He scanned the area with his helmet before taking a few steps and sitting on a nearby log. Signing as he slumped down, he grumbled under his breath.

“Enteyor iviin’yc dala. (be fast woman).”

He was definitely wrong.

You put your ship on ground defense mode first thing before climbing down to the small hull of your ship to gather anything you needed. Landing on the floor you grabbed your backpack before folding in some extra clothes and a few rations to last you at least three days. Hopefully, this didn’t take that long. You were…hopeful about this bounty. You’ve never taken down a gang before though, that’s why you were strictly remaining just that, hopeful.

You were dragging your ‘getting ready’ for as long as you could, just to tease the Mandalorian a bit, but also for the fact that you did not want to confront him about your nightmare just yet. You strapped your lightsaber to your back after taking it out of its hiding place, which was a small sliver of metal that wasn’t attached to the hull of your ship. You pulled your cloak over your shoulders and tied it in the front of your neck and slipped your black gloves on before bracing yourself as you pressed the button to lower the ramp with a loud screech. Once the ramp was fully on the ground, it revealed a remarkably interesting image. The Mandalorian perched on a log that was definitely too small for him. You chuckled lowly before making your way down the ramp.

Mando visibly sighed before putting his hands on his thighs to hoist himself up. You were dreading any form of interaction with him to be honest, and so was he. You both didn’t have a single clue as to where to start with each other, or what lines that were never to be crossed. The basics for sure.

Where did you grow up? How is your family? Do you have a family? What dark secret’s can you unfold?

Those were a no go, even though you were both curious to know.

“Took you long enough. I feel like I’ve been sitting out here for hours.” Mando huffed stretching his back rather exaggerated. You laughed.

“Key phrase, I feel like. You didn’t actually sit here for hours, if you did, I bet you would’ve left by now. Try saying what is true and not try to be smart with me.” You smirked seeing his visor tear through your eyes. He knew you were right; he would have totally left you by now if it was just one bounty not a kriffing mob. The dense air didn’t add to the already blooming argument. You shook your head and sighed, bracing yourself or what you were about to say, and about to do.

Let your guard down.

“Look, I’m going to cut right to it. I know we both don’t want to be here. However, I know that we are more than capable of getting this done as long as we work together. I know it might sound impossible, but we need to not be at each other’s throats. I’ll watch your back and you will watch mine. I have no doubt that we can both do that, but I would much rather not argue in between. Especially since they have the advantage of knowing this planet better than we both do.” You said as calmy as you possibly could, trying to speak your phrase into existence, and have hope to any maker out there, that the Mandalorian would comply.

On the contrary, Mando was fuming under his helmet as he stepped forward towards you, pointing an orange leathered finger at you.

“Weren’t you the one earlier that shut off your com after I helped you? How am I supposed to help you if you won’t let me?” He seethed, not wasting time to go against your wishes. You would have groaned out of annoyance but Mando was awfully close to you, almost too close. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Instead, you decided to sigh and look down at his boots, biting the inside of your cheek to try and regain some composure, before looking up at his visor, not even a foot from your face. You wanted to argue, but if you went against your own suggestion, there was no way he would comply then.

“Look, I am sorry about earlier. Truly. No one has ever seen me like that, so I shut down. We need to trust each other if we are to get this done. That is all am saying, and I am ready to do that. Are you?” You questioned, speaking slowly and quietly. Mando was still close to you, he could see your chest rising and falling with your steady breathing. His now returned to normal.

Mando nodded slightly. If you weren’t this close to him, you for sure would have missed it.

“I- “Mando started but you quickly cut him off. Not wanting to drag this on further than needed.

“Can we please just get on with this?” You quickly said, shocking yourself when you didn’t argue further, or want to. You usually never gave into an argument that easily, but you just wanted to forget about your nightmares for now and think about the task at hand. Mando was surprised too, his helmet tilting slightly looking down at you.

“Ni ceta” (I’m sorry).

Your heartrate picked up after hearing his thoughts as clear as day through your head. You didn’t mean to read his mind.

How did you do that accidently?

You looked away suddenly, not being able to meet his dark gaze for another second. He felt your discomfort and took a step back clearing his throat. All he could fathom to do was nod his head again, clearing his thoughts as he reached into his pack for the fob.

“Well, we should start walking near the last known location, Voss-Ka. It’s a long walk. But no longer than a day I’m guessing.” Mando spoke slowly while looking at the fob then back up at you. You were leaning on one leg, arms crossed, and brows knitted together listening to him. You nodded and secured your bag on your back.

“Well, lets get started then. I have no clue how the cycles work on this planet, so lets make do with the light we have right now.” You offered while Mando nodded quickly, starting in the direction you two needed to go. Taking a deep breath, you fell into step with him quickly before descending into the dense forest in front of you.

The trees were mostly only two colors, red and a dull yellow. The planet floor was also yellow, blurring everything together and making you slightly dizzy as you walked. The crunch of the ground was also annoying, well you certainly could not farm on this dry planet that’s for sure. Large rocks were present as you walked through the forest, and huge tree stumps in peripheral view, it looked menacing. However, those things are easily avoidable, but the smell of this planet was not. An interesting combination of sulfur and campfire smoke danced around your nostrils making you want to wrap your cloak higher on your face. This was the safest option for you two though to not draw any unwanted attention on yourselves. Hopefully, the forest would not have any unexpected visitors.

Mando was not fond of having to walk through a forest to get to this city, he would have much rather parked right outside of the city walls, but you insisted on coming in quiet as to not draw attention on a planet that held rather gruesome citizens. He agreed because unlike him, you’ve been here before, so he took your word for it.

“You said you’ve been here before, right?” Mando spoke, breaking the silence you two were previously walking in. Stepping over a fallen tree you nodded.

“Yes. Only twice though, and they were both relatively short trips. The bounties I’ve collected here were easy to find. Almost too easy.” You chuckled thinking back on the memories. They were both stupid bounties, hiding out in the villages scattered throughout the planet. If they were smart, they would’ve hidden in the city. It was harder to find bounties in the city.

“Hmm. Guess they hid in the villages then?” Mando questioned, understanding what an easy bounty meant. You nodded.

“Yeah. Stupid halfwit.” You shook your head with a small smile as you recalled the look on your bounties faces. Mando was happy you two were getting along for once, even if it was only a few sentences, it was a start at least. But that did not change the way he thought of you.

Obviously. Mando cleared his throat.

“We should try to get more than halfway there and set up camp. So, then we will be able to get to the city in the morning and track their last whereabouts.” Mando spoke while increasing his speed slightly to stay a head of you in the woods, however it was difficult given the terrain.

“I don’t want to see what might be in these woods any longer than we have to, so that sounds like a plan.” You added, moving a branch away from your face before it smacked you. Mando only hummed in response as he leaped down from a rather large fallen tree. He turned and offered his hand to you to help you down. Mando knew this was out of his nature, but like you said earlier, try to be nice to each other. You scoffed and jumped down next to him obviously not wanting or needed his help as you carried on. Mando sighed.

That’s more normal at least.

A few hours of silence flew by and a dozen fallen trees later, you both stumbled upon what seemed to be ruins of some kind. It was the first sign of life you both came across so far so it was somewhat comforting for a minute, before you realized you might have found something else.

You remember reading about some ancient Jedi and Sith temples that were abandoned on this planet, the thought made your throat tighten. You were not in the mood for anything else about you to be revealed to the Mandalorian. He seemed rather curious as he scanned the ruins for any life forms. Like there was any, you said in your head as you looked around as well. The setting sun created a rather jarring image in front of you. The shadows that were casted worked very well with the many oranges, yellows, and reds that the land was now covered in from the sun’s rays. Large stones were around in a circle, then some smaller ones in a semi-circle in the middle surrounding a large stone. Some stones were broken in half, and others fallen over. But the structure was nonetheless breathtaking in this lighting.

“The scan doesn’t pick up any footprints, or signs of life here.”

“Well obviously, look at this place. It’s been deserted forever.”

“Hey, I was just taking precautions- “

“Well can’t you just accept the obvious- “

“No, you listen to me I- “

A rustle.

“Wait Mando- “

“Oh, now what!? Can’t you just listen to me for once- “

“Stop! Did you hear that?” You half whispered to Mando after hearing what sounded like heavy breathing, almost panting, like you would be after running. It wasn’t Mando’s breathing. You could recognize his modulated breathing anywhere and it was certainly not you.

You frowned, how come Mando didn’t pick up on the obvious breathing from his helmet? It was a life form, right? Why did his scan not pick up the life form, or forms? Unless they managed to sneak up on you or it out of reach from Mando’s scanner.

You looked around slowly, as did he. You both turned your backs, so they were almost touching each other so you are guarding the vulnerable side to each other, as if on instinct. You gripped your blaster the same time he gripped his. If anyone was watching you both, it was like you two were mirroring each other, exactly the same movements, and even the same breath. You tried to focus on any sound that you might be able to pick up with your ears as Mando listened through his now heightened helmet. You had an uneasy feeling about this. Whatever it was.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” You whispered to the Mandalorian, now gripping your blaster harder.

“Oh- you should little girl. But it was quite entertaining to hear you two bicker.” Came a voice from the distance causing both you and Mando to point your blaster directly at them. It was a Devaronian man. He was tall, dressed in all black, with horns probably as big as your forearms. You knew they were strong creatures, but what is one of them against both of you?

“There are two of us and one of you, why should we be afraid?” Mando pipped in, as if he heard what you were just previously thinking, not faltering once with his blaster. Your chest tightened; he wasn’t the only one.

Kriff.

“Because he’s not the only one here, Mandalorian.” Chimed in another Devaronian from behind. You turned around while Mando still faced the first man, this next one had a few more friends. Well, at least five more friends.

Great, this was spectacular.

“You had to speak so soon?” You whispered over your shoulder, slightly seeing Mando tilt his visor towards you. The fob on his belt was not beeping, so this could not be the gang you were after. Your blaster was aimed high still as they surrounded you both. This was not good, not good at all. No matter how good of a fighter you and Mando were, there was no way you could escape as least three Devaronian men and four other humans. At least you guessed they were, it was hard to tell in this light.

“Ah, who is the pretty lady? This one wouldn’t happen to be yours now would it Mando? That would be a shame.” One of the men spoke. He was disgustingly pale, had long dark hair, and one tooth missing from the front as he grinned towards you. You could’ve vomited right at his feet.

“No. I am not his, and never will be. Now back up before I blast you in the chest.” You seethed, gripping your blaster even tighter. He only laughed as the other men moved closer into you both. A few more steps and they would have you pinned against Mando’s back, you could feel his cape on your ankles. You sensed that Mando was trying to think of a way out, as were you. But you could not think of a way out that did not require the use of the force. You were not doing that.

Mando was insanely tense. He didn’t like the way these men were starring at you like a piece of meat. No matter how many times you two would argue and get under each other’s skin, no one deserved that. With the thought his grip tightened even more, he knew if he didn’t have his gloves on his knuckles would be white.

“The little girl has a bark, but what about the bite? You both can’t take us.” Another man spat from behind you. Mando could see him, and he moved his blaster in their direction instead.

“Let us go, and you can all walk away with your lives. We are just passing through; we mean no harm.” Mando spoke, trying to reason with them. You knew it was a good attempt, but useless with these men. They looked to be smugglers, and they were not about to walk away empty handed. You were battling in your head. If you used the force to kill these men, then the only person you’d have to answer to was Mando, and maybe you could convince him to stay quiet about the matter.

The idea was starting to become more endearing as one of the men reached their arm towards you, cupping your face slowly. You didn’t dare move or even blast him as you lowered your arm, afraid of what his friends would do if you tried. Surly they would ambush you, and you weren’t about to let yourself and Mando die. Above all, they were not about to steal your lightsaber. Mando was all out of ideas, he was remarkably close to just surrendering and attacking when they least expected it. You felt it in his aroma. You knew you had to do something.

“I said, don’t touch me.” You muttered letting your voice quiver a bit, trying to sound as scared as you could to throw them off. You sensed Mando’s discomfort and- was that protectiveness you felt?

Nope. That couldn’t be true.

Your mind was made up. You knew what you needed to do. You reached out to Mando through the force, trying to get in his head for a moment. You felt the energy around you, having the advantage of being in an old Jedi temple, you felt strong. You heard his breath hitch slightly as you focused on what you were going to say. Mando suddenly felt as though someone was slightly squeezing his temples together, he dared not move, he didn’t understand what was going on. It felt…familiar a little bit. His blaster did not falter when the feeling of something tickling his brain increased, and then a voice.

Your voice.

“Blast the three in front of you when I say to.”

“Oh sweetheart, you can’t tell me what-” The man started but was hilariously cut off as you raised your blaster and shot him in the chest as fast as a millisecond. If someone blinked, they would have missed it.

“Now!” You shouted before you rolled on your back. Mando worked quickly shooting down the three men in front of him as you worked on the remaining men in front of you. Dagger in one hand and blaster in the other, you shot down one man and used your dagger to slice another’s leg. Mando reacted quickly and turned towards you, knowing you were outnumbered by yourself; he flung his arm out and shot his grappling line to the man you injured with your dagger. As it wrapped around him, he heard a scream from you. Turning momentarily, he saw that you were pinned to the ground by the large Devaronian. He had you in a choke hold, you gripped their arm as he slowly retracted his knife from your abdomen.

“You’ll die for killing my brothers.” He grinned at you wickedly.

Quickly, Mand retracted the line and brought out his blade and drove it into the man’s back he had trapped. Dropping the man hard on the ground, he aimed his blaster at the Devaronian on top of you before halting his movements at the scene before him. He was, floating- no levitating above you now, not moving. Not even a scream came from him.

Okay- what?

You moved your arms quickly and the man hit the tree with a loud crack! His back was definitely broken as he fell to the ground, dead. You were panting and felt a huge pain in your side. Placing your hand there, you brought it back only to find it dripping with crimson blood. You grimaced and groaned as you fell back against the ground. You felt someone above you, you hoped to the maker it wasn’t another attacker.

Mando was panting, still gripping his blaster. He was mostly confused but you felt his concern as well. You could sense easily that he had so many questions.

You don’t blame him.

“Ask me later, but please help me up.” You whispered reaching out the arm not currently clutching your side. Mando took it quickly and helped you to your feet and let his arm slide around your waist to help keep you up. If you weren’t in pain and not exhausted from using the force, you might have liked this.

No, you most certainly wouldn’t.

“Where were you hit?” Mando whispered as he walked you two away from the scene, he found a dense patch of trees, one large one was fallen over the top creating a small shelter.

Well, it checked off two boxes for you two at least. A place to help patch you up, and a place to stay for the night, that wasn’t out in the open.

He set you down gently, leaning against a tree. He kneeled in front of you, waiting for your response. Your breaths were staggered, but not shallow. That was a good sign at least, Mando thought as he checked you for any other signs of injury or discomfort. He mentally checked over himself, but he was not hit.

“His knife got me on the side. I don’t think its deep. But I could be wrong.” You stammered watching as Mando took off his pack to rummage through it, looking for a bacta patch for you, and maybe thread.

“I’ll have to look at it.” Mando said between looking through his bag and peering up at you once in a while. Your eyes felt heavier with every passing minute. He took his hand and secured it on your chin, forcing you to look at him. You stopped breathing for a second.

“Hey, I need you to stay awake, just as a patch this up. I need to lift this, is that okay?” He whispered as his fingers lingered below your long black shirt. Your cloak was already off next to you and definitely had some blood on it, leaving you feeling vulnerable. You nodded, knowing your voice would fail you if you tried to use it. Your breathing became ragged, but not because of the pain.

It- it was just the blood loss for sure.

Mando nodded quickly before taking his gloves off and lifted your shirt, setting it down on in the lower part of your chest. The cut was on the lower left side of your abdomen and traveled upwards in a slanted motion towards the center of your stomach. It was deeper than you both previously thought, causing him to sigh slightly. You for sure felt lightheaded as his fingers settled on the skin just below the cut. His skin was golden brown, and you knew it was somewhat of an honor to see a Mandalorians skin, they keep that hidden from people, it was a part of their religion. You tried not to think about it. Mando’s hands were oddly soft for how many callouses there were on them. You felt goosebumps erupt on your skin- no, stop.

It’s the blood loss, it’s the blood loss, it’s the blood loss, it’s the-

“I’ll need to stitch it. Then after I’ll secure it with a bacta patch.” He spoke lowly, glancing up at you with his visor. You were staring at your wound, saddened at the thought of a new scar. Your gaze shifted upwards to him again and nodded slowly, trying not to remember his hands on you.

“Do what you need to do.” You muttered gripping his forearm for reassurance before dropping it back to your side. You let your head hang back against the tree as you felt him get the needle and thread out of his pack.

“This might sting a little bit.” He assured as he assembled the needle and thread before getting to work. The first threading hurt the most, well, it was uncomfortable. You’ve done this countless times on yourself and for the first time ever, you were happy someone else was doing it for you.

It was relatively silent as he stitched you up, but you could feel his mind racing. Mando was confused to say the least, but he was more focused on the task at hand. He tied up the end of the thread before putting the bacta patch over it and lowered your shirt back over you.

“It should be fine, but you should change the patch in at least two days.” Mando informed you as he put everything away, slipping on his gloves again in the process. You nodded as you got comfortable against the tree behind you. Mando sat across from you.

“Thank you. I appreciate this.” You smiled softly as you brought your cloak over legs to keep yourself warm now that the sun was fully set over the terrain. The soft light of the moon reflected off of Mando’s helmet creating a wonderful glow. You had to admit, the beskar was beautiful, and if you truly didn’t despise the man in front of you; you might have enjoyed the sight.

However, you do this time. Considering he did just patch you up. He could’ve left you for dead, carried on with the bounty, and got the whole reward for himself.

Mando was silent as were you for a while, you felt his tension calm down from earlier as he sank against the tree across from you more. You could tell he was avoiding your gaze even under the dark visor. To be completely honest you couldn’t blame him. Working with someone he didn’t like and now finding out she had weird sorcerer powers? Yeah, he could not comprehend that. Mando always seemed to get into interesting situations. You didn’t even know where to start to try and answer any questions he had without giving away too much about yourself. On the contrary, you weren’t going to bring it up if he didn’t. Not until you two left this planet anyway, you could not have him spill this secret about you.

“It seems like we make a good team, huh?” You whispered, trying to lighten the mood and tread carefully.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Mando said bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest.

You heard his next statement before he could utter it.

“Tell me how you did that, that thing,”

A beat.

“Or I’ll kill you.”

Oh. Oh shit.

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Remember your past - Prince! Harry Hook x Knight! Reader - Part 20 - The adventure begins

Hours later and Purah had finally let the two of you go, keeping Terrako for the night as so test for any possible clues to what had happened in the last 500 years and to make sure the little guardian wasn’t damaged in any way.

You were stopped just before you started making your way back down the hill, and Purah helped activate the transportation seal in front of the laboratory. Harry mentally celebrated in relief of not having to climb all the way back up the hill to come in the morning at Purah’s request.

You swiped through the tablets inventory slots, humming to yourself as you tapped on some of the new items that had been added to it. You skimmed through the description and looked up as Harry tossed himself over on his inn bed and his eyes burned into your side. “wha?” you whispered, shutting off the tablet and stuffing it in your bag, hiding it with your cloak.

“it's still hard ta believe this is all real…I still think I’ll wake up back at Auradon not even knowing this place exists…yet every morning I wake up to us on a quest to fuckin save it from a red goop demon” he whispered, grinning as you snickered from his description of the “dark one”.

“yeah…I’m still getting ahold of the fact that I’m technically over 500 years old and I was a personal knight to a prince that had some sort of locked magic and I was badly injured and yeeted into a healing shrine for 500 fucking years” Harry buried his face into the pillow and let out a small scream. “I can't tell if you're just reacting to what I said or everything in general.” He lifted his head out of the pillow and scrunched his nose (quite adorably you might add) as he laughed.

“yeeted into a healing shrine” he quoted, laying back down on the pillow and continuing to laugh. You rolled your eyes and tossed your extra pillow at him, smirking as he quietly yelped.

“Go to bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow” one of his eyes peeked at you from below the pillow before it disappeared, his body shuffling around until he found a comfy spot. “goodnight harry”

“g’night (y/n)”

Uma tapped her fingers harshly against her arm, her leg tapping rapidly as Ben conversed with the stable owner, asking if he had seen Harry or (y/n). “we got a lot of people comin’ in ‘an out of these stables son, if they were here, I don’t remember ‘em. Might do you better ta ask the riverside stable”

Ben sighed and nodded, walking back towards the rest of the group who were waiting anxiously “any luck?” Phillip asked, curling his arm tighter around Audrey who buried herself into his side.

“No, they haven't seen them, said we might have more luck at the riverside stable, which I think” he took out a map from his saddlebag and unfolded it “is over on this side of the peaks, we’d make our way back to the plateau then take a right just after the bridge”

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Mal butt in, stepping closer to Ben and looking over the map “I mean, Regina asked us to stay within the village because of how dangerous it is here, and it is (y/n) and Harry but, it could be more of a risk to go out and find them than to just wait for them back at the village. We don’t know what's out there”

“that’s exactly why we are going to go look for them Mal” Ben stressed, closing the map and putting it back in the saddlebag “We don’t know what's out there and they probably don’t either, I can't sit by while they go out and risk their lives if anything we might be able to help them do whatever they are doing.”

Mal sighed and nodded, while she didn’t want anyone to get hurt out in this land that was completely unknown to them, it would be hard to sleep at night knowing she had willingly left (y/n) and Harry to travel it alone and possibly get hurt “Alright then, let's get some supplies and then we'll go to Riverside stable, then we’ll go from there”

Uma let out a small huff and climbed onto her horse, glaring down at the rest of the group “What are we waiting for? Let's go”

Ben stopped Mal from starting an argument, deciding that they would get supplies at the other stable and head out now.

“Anand there we go! All runes upgraded and ready to use~!” Purah handed you back the tablet “I also tried to look through Terrako’s old files but the only thing that was there was stuff I had seen forever ago, so!” she clapped her hands then held them out towards you and Harry “everything Is ready to go! And I set up the sheikah sensor plus as well so if you need to find something specific, just take a picture with it, go into the compendium that’s within the same section as the map, and select that item and it'll lead you to it” you slowly nodded, messing around with the tablet until the rune screen popped up.

“um,” you started, showing Purah the screen “how do we use the runes?” she smiled fondly and took the tablet, tapping one of the icons and turning to Symin. The two nodded at each other and Symin threw a small teacup at Purah, Purah trusted the tablet at the cup and it froze mid-air, a glowing yellow filter surrounding the cup as it did.

“Stasis!” Purah exclaimed as Symin walked in front of the cup and wrapped his hands around it, waiting for the quiet noise of a ticking clock to stop as Purah turned to the tablet towards you and Harry “Time stopping rune, you just have to aim the tablet at the item or thing you want to freeze in time, then you can add kinetic energy by hitting it and the item or thing will fly in the direction you hit it! Easy!”

You and Harry nodded, Terrako jumping up between the tablet and you in an attempt to see the screen “Then there’s magnesis, which allows you to control any type of metal object” Purah demonstrated with the tablet, lifting a spoon into the air, a beam of red, blue, and yellow stringing the spoon and tablet. “Like that, and there's no limit of size or weight of the metal object” Purah released the spoon and switched to the next rune.

“then there are the bombs” you and Harry jumped back as Purah held up her hand and a round blue glowing bomb appeared in her hand “Remote activated as well, come along!” Purah skipped out of the lab with you and Harry following behind her, Terrako scuttling after you.

Purah tossed the bomb over the side of the mountain and gestured for you to watch the tablet as it bounced down the mountain “To activate, you just” Purah trust the tablet forward, a large blue glowing exploding where the bomb was “And that’s the bombs! These two bombs as well, the round one and the square one” Purah summoned the box-shaped one, holding it in her hand for you and Harry to see before she closed her hand, the bomb disappearing as she did. “to send ‘em back into the tablet, you just close your fist, easy peasy~!”

Purah led you back inside the lab and showed you the tablet again, the rune symbol now showing a snowflake “This is the cryonis rune, with it you can create a pillar of ice from any water surface. I can’t demonstrate this one so we’ll just move on” Purah swiped to the next run, now showing a camera symbol

“The camera, we already figured out that one” you muttered, Purah smiled and nodded, handing the tablet back to you.

“Good! There is a hidden rune on there but I've never been able to figure it out, maybe you will! But!” Purah clapped her hands, you and Harry flinching a bit at the sudden action “you two have somewhere to go don’t you~ now remember; stop at the places where the eleven pictures show to see if you can regain any memories, get the towers for the map, and free the divine beasts! Good luck! Goodbye Terrako!” the little guardian chirped and followed after you and Harry as you walked back outside. The lab doors closed behind you as you and Harry looked at each other.

“Well” Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the mountain top you were on “tha’ was….an experience” you laughed a bit and nodded, pulling up the map and scrolling around, tapping on the shrine that was down in the village.

“yep” in a flash of blue light you, Harry, and Terrako were now outside the shrine, it’s orange/blue glow blinding you a bit. “let's get a couple more supplies and then well head for the nearest beast, which I think is past storybrooke, we kinda went the opposite way but there's another road to Lanayru, we’re in Necluda and we just need to take this path down this way, there is a way directly to the Lanayru tower but it crosses through storybrooke and I don’t think either of us want to risk a run through with everyone?” Harry shook his head, grabbing your arm to guide you back to the horses as you continued to look down at the map “yeah there's a path down this way that should lead to the Lanayru tower, so we’ll head down that way.” You closed the tablet and hooked it on your hip, moving to step beside your horse and leading her backward out of the stall, Harry doing the same with his horse.

“let's head out” Harry nodded, looking down at Terrako who chirped.

“uh, do yeh want a ride or do yeh jus’ want ta’ follow?” the little guardian just chirped and walked back and forth “im guessing that’s walk?” Terrako nodded its body and Harry nodded back “All right then, let's go” Harry swung up onto his horse and followed after you as the three of you rode out of Hateno and down to Lanayru.

Uma sighed and rubbed her face, they had just left the riverside stable, and while the workers there had seen (y/n) and Harry, along with the little guardian, they had no idea where the three went. so once again the trail went cold after a moment of hope. “How are we ever going to find them?” Gil whimpered, crossing his arms and looking off in the distance, scared for his two friends. “This kingdom is huge; they could already be…I don’t know halfway across the map by now who knows?”

Ben sighed and shrugged, climbing back on his horse and taking out the map “I don’t know Gil, we just have to hope for the best to find them before they do anything stupid”

“they could be heading for one of those divine beast things (y/n) told us about” Phillip hummed, scratching his chin as Audrey cuddled into his side “though she failed to mention where they were” Ben sighed again, looking down at his map.

“Yeah, we really have no clue where they are, and who knows, they might avoid us if they find us first. You heard what Regina said, they are dead set on saving the kingdom, from something their past lives had failed in.” Ben folded the map and placed it in his saddlebag, helping Mal climb up behind him and grabbing the reigns “Lets head for Faron, we might get lucky if they headed that way” the group nodded and mounted their horses, Ben leading the charge as Harriet and CJ rode in the back, Harriet's jaw clenched as flashes of the past flew past her on the road.

Regina had told her and CJ that they might have been reincarnated as well, as there were two princesses named Harriet and Calista Jane. And it seemed she was right, the longer they were in Saorsa the more “memories” returned to them, they were hard to understand and distinguish, but it was clear that along with Harry they had been reincarnated into their present selves.

“What are we gonna do Harriet?” CJ whispered, leaning over to her sister and giving Harriet a worried look “are we gonna-“ Harriet gave CJ a look.

“We are, tomorrow night when everyone's asleep, we’ll split off and look for Harry and (y/n) ourselves, and im going to drag Harry back to Auradon by his ear if it kills me” CJ looked relieved to hear Harriet’s ‘threat’ towards Harry, it was good to know Harriet wasn’t as shaken up as her so at least one of them would have a calm head on their shoulders.

“okay” CJ hummed, snapping the reins of her horse and catching up with the rest of the group.

By nightfall you were about halfway to Lanayru, thankfully there was a stable right next to where you and Harry had called it for the night so you let your horses into the stalls for the night and rented two beds till the morning.

You pulled up the map and hummed, from here you could see Storybrooke village was just past the wetlands and up the hill. And the Lanayru tower, you looked up from the map, seeing the orange glowing tower in the distance, shrouded by rain clouds that never seemed to disappear, was just ahead, maybe a half days travel from the stable.

“we almost there?” Harry softly asked, stepping so close to you-you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

“yeah” you talked in a hushed tone, turning to him and holding up the map “can't see it on the map but the tower is here, I marked it” Harry leaned in to look, glancing between the tower and the diamond marker you had placed. He nodded and stood straight, watching you turn off the tablet and hook it on your hip.

You took and deep breath and looked at him, giving a tired smile “come on, it's been a long day, let's turn in and we’ll head out first thing after breakfast” Harry returned the smile and nodded.

“aye, see yeh in the morning”

“see you in the morning”

-end-

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dc41896 · 4 years ago

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Goodnight and Go

Something quick I thought of inspired by “goodnight no’ go” by Ariana Grande. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: handyman!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Mentions of drinking, brief mention of an injury/blood, fluff💕!

Tell me why you gotta look at me that way

You know what it does to me

So baby, what you tryna say?

Lately, all I want is you on top of me

You know where your hands should be

So baby, won't you come show me?

Chris: You have enough water right? And food in case the storm gets too bad?

Y/N: Yes dad I have everything I need lol

Chris: Smh the thanks I get for caring😤

Y/N: Aww you really do love me🥰!

Chris: ....go to bed Y/N lol

Y/N: What about you? If you need anything I can share

Y/N: You don’t have any jobs tonight right?

Chris: I’m fine, but thanks for the offer😊 and just one. It shouldn’t take long though

Chris: Aww is someone worried about me??😏

Y/N: 🙄 No...I just didn’t want you to be out in the middle of all the snow and get stuck somewhere then I’m left trying to dig you out

Chris: That sounds like you were worried 😉

Y/N: 😑 I’m going to bed now, goodnight sir lol

Chris: Lol goodnight. I’ll check on you tomorrow💙

Reading the message one last time before tucking your phone under your pillow, you softly smile imagining the way his pink lips were probably curled into a smirk with his teasing and little jokes. And how his voice tended to drop a couple steps above a whisper whenever he told you goodnight, leaving you flustered with tingles spreading over your body.

Oh, why'd you have to be so cute?

It's impossible to ignore you,

Why must you make me laugh so much?

It's bad enough we get along so well

Things had been this way for a while now. Specifically since college.

Although you knew each other in high school, due to him and your older brother being best friends, it wasn’t until college that you both started this unspoken “flirtationship”. You could go back and forth all day, but still neither of you would make the first move. Lately though, you could feel yourself inching closer and closer to finally taking that risk.

However, the thought of you two just being something fun to him and nothing more quickly halted your progress making your stomach queasy. You knew he wasn’t a player and had seen up close how sweet and caring he was, not wanting to hurt anyone, but still what if he didn’t want anything serious right now or to be tied down?

Before your anxious thoughts could take over, you force your eyes shut burying your face into your pillow with a sigh, letting the howling wind brushing against your window drift you off to sleep.

One of these days

You'll miss your train and come stay with me

(It's always say goodnight and go)

We'll have drinks and talk about things

And any excuse to stay awake with you

And you'd sleep here, I'd sleep there

But then the heating may be down again

(At my convenience)

We'd be good, we'd be great together

Knees up to your chest and comforter pulled as close as possible to your chin, your shivers make it impossible to go back to sleep. You could’ve sworn you turned the heater on before getting in bed, and even double checked.

So why did it feel like you were trapped in a meat locker?

Padding across the cold carpeted floor with your purple comforter tightly wrapped around your body, you find your thermostat indeed set to 75 and heat, but the temperature inside reading 57 degrees.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you say to yourself pressing the arrows up and down to see if anything would happen. Unfortunately, it remained unmoved showing you that your thermostat was definitely broken.

Rushing back to your bed before your feet could freeze anymore, you recover your phone from its hiding place quickly pressing Chris’ number.

“Yea?,” he asks, voice laced with sleep making you feel guilty for waking him.

“Oh, uh sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize. Everything alright?”

“Um well my thermostat is broken and it’s freezing. But if you can’t make it till the morning-,”

“No I’ll be over in a few, just sit tight,” he yawns. You can hear the phone shift against his ear as he moves about collecting his things.

“You sure? It’s one a.m. and I know you’re probably tired.”

“Y/N it’s fine, plus you just live down the hall it’s nothing for me to come by and look,” he chuckles.

“Alright see you in a few.”

Within the next minute, he was at your door in his navy blue sweatpants and plain grey long sleeve shirt that seemingly clung to every muscle of his arms and chest with his toolbox in hand. If it wasn’t for the unbearable cold and your involuntary shivering, the sight would’ve had more of an effect of you than it currently did.

“Well, good news is that it’s an easy fix,” he speaks placing the wires back inside before screwing the cover back on the thermostat. “Bad news is I need to get the piece you need from the store which won’t be open until the morning. That is if they can with all the snow.”

“So basically I’m stuck being a popsicle for the night.”

“If you want to stay, yea. Or you can stay at my place. Unless you’re not comfortable with that then I completely understand.”

“Chris I’ve known you forever, and honestly would choose you to share a room with over my own brother,” you answer quickly getting your phone and keys before putting on your slides.

“Really?,” he asks amused.

“Yea. I know you won’t try to stick anything in my ear or mess with me somehow while I’m sleeping. Unless you’re now thinking of doing said things, which in that case I have no problem sleeping in my car.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it sweetheart.” His deep chuckle as he wraps an arm around your shoulders rubbing up and down your arm trying to warm you bring back those familiar tingles as he leads you down the quiet hall to his apartment.

Entering the familiar space, you instantly sigh as your body begins to thaw in the warmth of his apartment. His body leaving your side to grab the couple throw blankets he had draped over his couch brings a sudden chill, making you hope he’d come back soon.

Wrapping both blankets around you, his arms bring you into his broad chest as close as possible tightly, but comfortably, trapping you in a hug.

“Better?,” he asks, head resting on top of yours while his large palm moves back and forth on your back.

“Mhm, thanks.”

“No problem.”

Standing there breathing in his faint woodsy scent still lingering after being worn all day, it’s the most comfortable you’ve been all night.

Well, looking past the current ache in your legs beginning to set in that is.

“Chris?”

“Hmm?”

“Although this is nice, my legs are starting to go numb,” you softly giggle watching as he pulled away with light red cheeks.

“Oh right, sorry. Um you can take the bed, I’ll stay out here,” he answers moving towards his couch.

“I’m not kicking you out of your own bed, just come on we can share. It’s not like we haven’t before.”

“That was an accident though, and on your part,” he smirks.

“No, it was actually you who ended up in the wrong room. Figures you don’t remember correctly since you were a bit under the influence,” you smirk back making him shake his head.

In truth, both of you were a bit drunk. Not enough to completely forget the entire night, but enough that any and everything was hilariously funny and sentences were a little difficult to get out clearly. What started with the two of you trying to watch a movie in your brother’s guest bedroom, turned into both of you knocking out in the middle of your conversation having not even pressed play.

A couple hours passed before his blue eyes peaked through his lids. He couldn’t stop the sleepy smile that crept on his lips noting how yours lied pouted against the pillow and nostrils would occasionally flare in the most adorable way from your breathing. He didn’t mean to stare, but how you could look so perfect while sleeping just made him want to hold you closer.

“Now that I think about it, all this isn’t some plan to get me in bed is it?,” he jokes sliding into his king sized bed at the same time as you.

“Wow, you caught me. I messed up my own thermostat nearly giving myself hypothermia just so I could get to you and these striped sheets. Gee, you’re better than Sherlock Holmes,” you retort sarcastically as his head falls back in laughter. Gathering your half of the sheets around you, you lie on the blue pillow gazing at Chris fluffing his before lying down as well.

“You still have it.”

“Have what?”

Taking his hand in yours, his eyebrow rises and heartbeat quickens watching you extend his arm to trace over the discolored scar still near the fold of his arm.

You could vividly remember that night as if it happened minutes ago. Him attempting a keg stand with your brother holding his legs while cheering him on, along with everyone else watching, before ultimately falling awkwardly. Somehow his arm hit the nozzle leaving a gash that oozed blood, and you trying your best to dress his wound using tape and bunches of toilet tissue in the host’s bathroom.

“Oh that,” he smiles as your thumb continues to graze over the spot. “It’s my little reminder.”

“To make sure your spotter has a good grip next time?,” you ask making him chuckle.

“That...and other stuff. Like how it’s nice to have someone there for you.”

Feeling him shift closer to you, you look up to meet his eyes gazing at you in a way you’d never experienced from him before. The usual softness was there, but as his lips curled into that adorable, heart melting tired smile, admiration seemed to be there as well. Something similar to watching the sunset and the sky transition from blue to the lightest shades of pink and purple.

“And that not all dumb decisions end in disaster,” he adds in a husky whisper.

Know you're thinking' 'bout it, baby, just one kiss

While you're lookin' at 'em, baby, read my lips

“It would’ve been nice for you to realize that before we had to play ER,” you whisper back.

“Then what would’ve been the fun in that?,” he smirks. “Plus deep down, I think you like always being there with the bandaid for us...or one of us at least.”

You’re not really sure which one of you leans in first, but soon your lips are connected moving in perfect sync. His thumb runs back and forth against your cheek bone as you cling to his shirt closing the remaining gap between you. Finally pausing for air, you stay close lifting your finger to trace his now swollen lips.

“There might be a teeny, tiny possibility you’re right,” you smile before feeling his lips on yours again.

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ziaxkawaii · 4 years ago

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Worth more than some perceive (Victorian!Todoroki X F!Reader) Part 1

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Warnings: None.

Other: Quirks aren't a thing in this particular story and Endeavour's just being a piece of crap

Summary: Living hand to mouth was not easy in the Victorian ages, but you managed. Being nothing more than a dressmaker surrounded by rich people, you doubted someone would be interested in you. But you were proven wrong when you occasionally started to find neatly wrapped up little gifts on your threshold in the mornings.

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~"(Name)! We got another order!" Your older brother William shouted from behind a corner. You really weren't paying attention to what he was saying as you were sewing a delicate silver ornament on the front of a beautiful dress.

~The ornament was what would catch most of the attention upon first look at the gown, so it had to be sewn perfectly, and by a steady hand. So you couldn't afford to make any mistakes or you would have hell to pay later.

~"(Name)!! Didn't you hear what I said?" Your brother enters the backroom of the boutique where you were working along with some papers in his hands. He looked and sounded a bit annoyed, but you knew it was unintentional. It has been especially a stressful week.

~"I did, but I am kind of in the middle of something here..." You trailed off as you stuck out your tongue in concentration and still not looking in your brother's direction.

~"Oh, apologizes sister. I thought you were having your break." He spoke more softly this time as he took a seat at his desk that was right next to yours.

~"I would be, but I have to finish this gown before closing. The customer said they would come to pick it up today."

~"I've noticed you have been working more lately. You must be more tired than usual." He pointed out, with a saddened tone.

~"Thank you for reminding me." You flatly commented as you continued to work.

~"I didn't mean to insult you, I'm just worried about your health." You scowled as you finally finished sewing the ornament and cut off the excess thread.

~"Yes, I have been working more lately since I also have to do a part of your work too. For example, last week you were gone for two days when you went to market our shop to the extravagant ball that had wealthy people from all over the capital." You still weren't looking at him.

~"And while you were spending time talking to very important people. I was here at the boutique doing my AND your work for those days." You looked over your masterpiece. Looking for any imperfections or accidental tea stains, finding none. "Plus, you wore one of my most expensive, delicate, and time-consuming suits." You continued your rant.

~"I have never made anything as high-quality as that suit, so if you somehow managed to get even one stain on it, you best believe I would have made you beg for mercy on your knees." You slipped the gown on a mannequin and spread the hem of the dress and took a step back to really see how it would look in the action.

~"It is breathtaking." William commented behind you.

~"William...." You said warningly as you finally turned to him, brushing non-existing dust off your dress skirt and long dress sleeves before crossing your arms. You could admit that right now you may act a little too harshly but you were tired and it clouded your judgment a bit.

~"Alright, alright, I know. But I already told you why all of it was necessary. We have to get our name out there, and what better way to promote our glorious suits and gorgeous dresses than letting them see them see first hand! You should have seen how intrigued and impressed all the men and women were when they saw me." He tried to lift your spirit by smiling brightly and jumping up and down a little.

~He wasn't wrong. If you two wanted more customers than the locals, you had to expand your promotion. And it took lots of effort and skill to lure people to consider buying your clothing, and William was good at that. And since you were a bit more advanced in sewing than William, it meant that you could get work done faster, hence you could handle the workload if he had to leave for a while. So you were always left to sew alone at the boutique.

~But it still bothered you.

~"I know, but it still frustrates me that it's always you who gets to go to the magnificent balls, wearing luxurious clothing while I'm here by myself working my arse off." You ranted while you paced back and forth in front of him. “They probably thought you tailored that suit and not me.”

~"I specifically told them that you, my dear sister, had been the one who made it." He grabbed your shoulder, in a last effort to stop your nonsense blabbering.

~"And you think they were listening? "A young woman couldn't possibly make something so prestigious and form-fitting for a businessman." "She surely couldn't have made it." "There is no way she designed it." I've heard them all!"

~"Calm down (Name)... You're breathing heavily again..." You didn't even realize you were. You took a couple of deep breaths and gazed at the floor.

~"It's just so... unfair..." You said depressed as you hugged him. You knew it had to be this way, but after a while, you start to grave for a taste of something new and exciting. Not the same old, same old bread that you have been chewing for the last few years.

~William knew how much more credit he was getting than you since most people automatically assume he's the one who designs the suits and accessories because he's the man who people first meet. In reality, it's you who does that. You're the one who basically runs the boutique, not him. William hugged you tightly back.

~"I know (Name)... I know."

~~~

~"Oh, did I forget to mention that a customer had booked an hour-appointment for this morning?" William asked as he went through some mail at his desk. You were just walking down the stairs from your shared home with your tea in hand.

~It was very convenient to have the boutique on the first floor and then your living quarters on the second. Affordable and comfortable, that's what you say. And you were always on time to open the store for customers.

~And with you being happy for once in a long time as you got a good night's rest, you figured that this day would be over in a breeze. You sipped your drink and sat down at your own work desk.

~"Yes, you forgot to mention. Did they say anything special in the letter?" You inquired.

~"Hmm..." He quickly read the letter again. "They said they wanted us to make a suit for them. Said that they would discuss more once they're here."

~"Interesting, It has been a while since we've made a custom suit. Did you get the name of the customer?"

~William looked at the letter again to see who the suit it was for, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers as he read the name.

~"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed as he jumped from his seat.

~"What is it, brother?" You questioned as you put down your empty teacup.

~"The customer is Enji Todoroki!!!"

~"WHAT!!!" It was your turn to shout and jump up from your seat. By what chance was someone so well known as Mr. Todoroki, coming to buy a suit from your small boutique?

~"Are you serious!? You mean... the owner of the steam train factory!?" You jumped from your seat ecstatic.

Enji Todoroki was well known for his very serious and hypercritical personality, and he even made a bigger name for himself when he funded the designing and building of the newest and the fastest train in the country. You didn't really favor him for his gruff and intimidating attitude, nor did your brother, but this was an amazing opportunity to get more publicity for your business since he is, a well-known and respected man amongst the wealthy.

~"Exactly him!!!" He confirmed.

~"I can't believe this!!! This is amazing for the business if he is satisfied with the outcome of the suit!"

~"You said it, sister." He smiled brightly.

~Just then, the doorbell rang in the main area and multiple pairs of footsteps could be heard step inside the boutique. You and William looked at each other and breathed in together, as a silent language to tell the other to 'calm down and act natural'. As though you weren't shouting just a second ago.

~William exited the back room first with you following suit with a tape measure hanging around your neck and a freshly dusted off dress.

~The actual boutique of the building wasn't anything too special nor expensive looking. In one room, there was a giant front desk with plenty of table space, the whole wall behind the desk was filled with different colored and/or patterned fabrics, the right side of the boutique had different styled dresses and suits neatly hanging on clothing racks for customers who wished to spend a bit less on looking good, and the whole left side of the store held a large mirror, a couple of couches for guests to sit on, and a folding screen for privacy.

~For rich people, it may look cheap, plain, or downright shameful. But for you and your brother, it was your pride and home.

~"Good morning Sir! Welcome to The Siblings Attire and Accessories! How may we help you, gentlemen?" William greeted the two males plus their butler.

~"When you see such a fine suit presented to you, you would think the tailor would have a better taste in furniture." Mr. Todoroki shamelessly commented and you and William internally winced. It was your first time meeting the man and you were already tempted to give him a piece of your mind. Instead, you silently exhaled and bit your lip.

~"We apologize if our shop looks a bit flimsy to your taste, but I can assure you that our clothing won't disappoint you." You stepped up next to your brother.

~"I sure hope so." You weren't listening to him, but instead, your attention shifted to the person standing a bit away from him. The male's eye-catching two-colored hair immediately caught your attention as soon as you walked into the room, and now that you had a better look at them, he seemed to have even different colored eyes.

~He also had a painful-looking scar over his left eye that somehow made his already interesting aspects look even more intriguing. Or perhaps it was a birthmark? Either way, he was handsome, you were not gonna lie.

~Clearly he didn't enjoy being near Mr. Todoroki, or maybe even here in the first place. You couldn't tell from his mildly annoyed look while he kept a fair distance. Poor man.

~"Over a week ago, I attended a ball that you also happened to be present at, and I saw your high-quality suit. I need you to make a similar one for my son Shoto. We are going to be attending another ball and he needs a new suit." He explained and the whole time he didn't even spare a glance at you, as though you weren't even there. But his son did give you a mute acknowledgment, which made you feel better.

~"Certainly. If you could come this way Mr. Todoroki, I will take your measurements." You motioned with your hand for the dual-hair-colored male to walk over to the mirror as you grabbed a notepad and a pen from a drawer. He complied and went to stand in front of the mirror.

~"Aren't you supposed to take his measurements." The older Todoroki asked your brother.

~"Um... Pardon?" He inquired back and you turned to look at the nobleman.

~"I just was just wondering. You're the one who's going to sew it after all?" You gripped the notepad in your hand tightly out of anger. Who does this man think he is to assume who's gonna make what, and expect to be right?

~"I apologize Mr. Todoroki, but my sister was the one who tailored the suit I wore to the ball last week. So she will be making your son's suit." William corrected him nervously as you sensed the fire of anger burning behind you.

~"She will be sewing the suit?" Mr. Todoroki inquired, sounding like he believed this was some kind of a joke.

~You were very close to saying something to the bastard, but the Todoroki whose name you learned was Shoto beat you to it.

~"Shut it father, it doesn't matter. Let her just do her job." He said in an annoyed tone.

~Fortunately, Mr. Todoroki didn't have to be told twice as he let the subject go with a 'tch' and a look of irritation towards both your way. Shoto 'tch'ed in response and began to take his coat and hat off. He handed the articles of clothing to his butler and lifted his arms to let you take his measurements.

~You began to measure him and asking basic questions such as what kind of vest he wanted over his dress shirt and how long he wanted the coat to be.

~He decided on a basic five-button vest with a coat that ended at the back of his knees. He wanted no ruffles on his outfit except for the neck piece.

~"I prefer not to have them." He expressed.

~"I understand." You said as you scribbled down some notes in a hurry. "Now what fabrics do you want your suit to be made from?" You led him to the wall where you stored your fabrics. Letting him have a look at them.

~"If you don't have anything special on your mind, I can recommend some colors for you if you'd like."

~"Please do."

~"Well let's see..." You trailed off as you thought deeply. "I think this royal blue would suit you well along with white and pale gray." You grabbed the tree rolls of fabric and placed them on the counter behind you for Shoto to see how the colors looked next to each other.

"I can make the coat mainly from this royal blue, and I can add some accessories to it such as buttons or other details. The dress pants could be made from this white, and the vest from the gray. I could even add a chain for your pocket watch on the vest." You rambled as you quickly sketched a rough picture of the finished outfit.

~Shoto listened intently as you continued on explaining what would look best on him and questioned if he wanted to make any changes. He thought it was nice to have a say in what he wanted to wear, instead of it being decided for him. Every time, he'd feel uncomfortable wearing whatever the other tailors made for him, but he didn't want to waste their hard effort. Even if he did not appreciate the suit.

~This was a new experience for him and he liked it. You weren't pushing him to make the suit from the most expensive and uncomfortable materials. On the contrary, you let him feel the fabrics and then decide what he wanted.

~For once in his life, he enjoyed the suit tailoring process.

~"Oh, I apologize. I am rambling again." You looked downcast, embarrassed.

~"It's quite alright, but about the vest, could it be made from a fabric with a pattern instead?" he politely asked.

~"Of course! Which one would you prefer?" You pointed to the gray fabrics that were each differently patterned.

~"I would like that one." He pointed to a roll that was out of both of your reach.

~"Alright, let me get it for you." You spoke as you grabbed a step ladder and placed it in front of the shelf.

~You grabbed the hem of your dress and carefully climbed up to grab the roll, but forgot how heavy the roll actually was, so you started to lose your balance on the ladder. Shoto noticed your struggle and swiftly came to your aid by grabbing the roll from the other end with one hand while the other went to your back.

~"Careful, you could fall and injure yourself." He cautioned you and you blushed slightly.

~"T-Thank you, I'll be more careful next time." You said and placed the roll on the table.

~You continued on designing the suit while your brother William kept your other guests entertained. Soon you two came up with a plan and Shoto seemed happy with it. All of the men left the boutique shortly after with Shoto promising he'll come again later that week for the first fitting.

~For some reason, you were looking forward to meeting him again.

~"Goodness! That was intense." You sighed heavily as you sat down on the couch with your sketch-notepad on your lap.

~"Not sure what you were expecting. They are a part of the Todoroki family and they tend to thrive for perfection. So of course they would want the perfect suit." William sat next to you.

~"Still. What really made this appointment easier was that this time the customer wasn't demanding ridiculous things or asking for a lower price. They even paid the 50% upfront without even batting an eye." You recalled.

~"They know what they are doing, and as long as we do what we're paid for, we won't be having any problems." He said.

~"Talking about problems, I'm still kind of upset about what Mr. Todoroki said..."

~"I understand your issue (Name), but it's better to just let it go. We must know our place, and that is below them." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat.

~"You're right…

~~~

~The day of the first fitting came, and Shoto Todoroki walked inside the boutique accompanied by the same butler as last time, except this time his father wasn't there.

~This fact brought some form of relief to him as he wasn't sure how much longer he could tolerate his father's presence. Every minute Shoto spent in the same room as his old man when they had guests over or when they were at some meaningless ball, Shoto would imagine a pocket watch in his mind, count down the seconds and wait until he would be allowed to leave.

~In retrospect, one could say Shoto was happy to be in the small boutique.

~It was a perfect excuse to be away from home for an hour longer than "intended". And since he wouldn't be allowed to move out of the household until he got married, these kinds of excuses were the types he was seeking for more often than not. And he gladly took every one of them.

~The familiar soft ring of the bell a top of the door signaled his arrival and shortly footsteps jogged out of the back room. It was the male tailor, William. Shoto looked around the boutique and didn't see the other tailor.

~"Ah, Good morning Sir! If my memory's not mistaken, you came in for a first fitting, am I right?" William said with the same enthusiasm as Shoto witnessed last time. This time however William's eyes looked a bit tired, which made Shoto wonder if the man had not slept enough.

~Why would he be concerned? He too has nights when he had to be working every once in a while. It was normal, nothing too serious.

~"Yes. You don't need to rush anything, I can wait until you're done with your current work." Shoto informed while taking off his hat.

~"Oh, I am sorry if you forgot, but I'm not the one responsible for your suit. I'll see if my sister is available. Please have a seat." William responded and disappeared into the back room again. Shoto paused for a moment but then shrugged off his coat and gave it to his butler to hold.

~That's right, how could he forget.

~The white and red-haired male made himself comfortable on the couch as he silently thought. He felt like he was lucky to have you as his tailor. You sounded so inspired, motivated, and excited as you designed his suit. People with a passion for what they did, more often performed better than those who didn't.

~And it showed on the finished product. He wanted to know more about how you worked. How passionate one could be about something. It interested him for some reason.

~A few minutes passed by and there was no sign of either of the siblings, not even a sound could be heard. He wasn't getting impatient, but rather curious about what was keeping (Name).

~He didn't need to think about it much longer when he heard rapid heel clicks coming from the back room. Soon (Name) stood in the door frame with a pile of clothing in her hands, she bowed in courtesy.

~"I apologize for the wait. I was in the middle of sewing and you apparently told William that you could wait. Oh, and how are you?" You walked over to him. Now that you stood closer, Shoto could see the similar dark circles under your eyes too. For some reason, the sight made him sad this time around.

~"No need to apologize, I am in no hurry. And I am feeling good."

~"Alright then, let's start." You placed the pile of clothing on a small round table next to the mirror and handed him the fully finished white dress shirt and pants. Shoto took them and walked behind the folding screen to change.

~ a Few minutes later, he walked out and looked himself over in front of the mirror.

~"How does it feel? Any itchy spots? Is the fitting to your liking?" You questioned. Lightly tugging his shirt to the correct places and brushing off any hair or invisible dust on his shoulders out of instinct. You didn't realize it but Shoto noticed what you were doing, but he stayed silent.

~"They suit me perfectly, and I don't feel itchy at all." He commented as he looked at himself in the mirror. He really wasn't one to admire himself when he was in front of a mirror, but this time he couldn't help but look at himself as maybe for the first time in his life he felt comfortable while also looking good.

~"So nothing needs to be changed?"

~"No." He confirmed.

~"Excellent. Now let's try the vest." You said as you walked the few steps over to the round table. "I will have to apologize, for the vest is not completely finished." You held the piece of clothing behind Shoto, gesturing that you would like for him to put it on. Shoto carefully bent his arms back and stuck his arms through the holes as you helped him to pull it on.

~The unfinished garment had strings hanging from everywhere, unsewn seams, and buttonless holes. Even so, it looked exactly like he imagined it would. The shade of grey and the patterns were very much to his liking and he could already imagine how much better it would look once the buttons were sewed on and the whole piece was tidied up.

~"I like it very much." He commented as he shifted so he could see it from different angles.

~"I'm glad it is to your liking." You nodded as you scribbled extra notes on your notepad.

~"May I ask what you are writing?" Shoto inquired curiously.

~"I'm writing some notes. Now that I see you dressed in the clothing, I now have a better picture in mind what details I can add to your jacket since it will be the most eye-catching garment out of all the others."

~Shoto stood there before the mirror, where it would have looked like he was looking at himself but in actuality, he was looking at the woman behind him in the mirror. He couldn't explain how he was still mesmerized by how much work and effort you were putting into his suit.

~In this day and age, most tailors wouldn't give way too much thought to what they were sewing. It was all about how many pieces of clothing they could sell with the least amount of time and expense because they had families to feed and couldn't afford to waste time.

~But here you were. Putting so much effort into a suit that many men like himself would only use a few, if not only once, and then have another one made.

~Shoto can't count all the times a suit was tailored for him because after he wore it once, he would throw it away, for it was too uncomfortable or it tore easily. He had a few suits that he liked, but they weren't too formal. More so for running errands and such.

~"I'm quite impressed with your commitment to your work." Shoto turned to you as you were still scribbling on the paper. You stopped as you heard him speak.

~"Pardon?" You were caught off guard by his question.

~"Don't get me wrong, I wasn't implying that I thought you would do a bad job. I'm implying that I'm surprised at how much thought you seem to put into the clothes you make." He clarified. You stood there for a moment thinking about how to respond.

~"You could say I am passionate about the suits and dresses that I make." You temporarily pocketed your notes and pencil into your dress’s pocket while gesturing for him to take off the vest. Shoto complied and gave it to you.

~"Growing up, my family didn't have enough money to buy new clothes. So I always admired all the people with gorgeous dresses and fancy suits along with decorated headpieces and hats. Only to dream to someday own such pieces of clothing myself." You recalled as you sat down on the couch and started scribbling into your notebook again.

~"My mother was always busy working around the house, so usually I along with William were the ones who patched up our family's clothes with a rusted needle. Over time I and William got quite good at sewing and made it into a small business amongst the neighbors who didn't know how to sew." You continued.

~"As years passed and we got better at sewing, our parent's health only weakened. Before they passed, our mother told us to do what we were passionate about and to do our absolute best at it." You finished with your notes and stood up to motion to the boutique.

~"That's exactly what we did. We sold everything we owned, took a small loan, and bought this boutique and all the equipment, fabric, and necessities to open a tailoring business with all the money we had. We made a name for ourselves with the quality formal wear we sold and here we are." You finished the story with a smile, remembering all the hard times you and your brother had to endure to be where you are right now. Looking back, you didn't regret anything.

~While you sat on the couch talking away, Shoto stayed put and listened to your every word. After hearing how much you worked and endured in your life to be where you are now, he felt so intrigued by you. a Woman who became something from nothing along with her brother, while his job and fortune were practically guaranteed from the moment he was born.

~You and your brother deserve respect for working so much and sacrificing sleep for your craft, but some people don't always give any because they are wealthier. In Shoto's mind, it's pathetic. To act ungrateful and more important only because they are wealthier than the person they are buying from.

~'How unfair.' Shoto thought. And there's nothing he could really do about it.

~"That's a very inspiring story." Shoto commented with a hint of emotion he rarely shows as he stepped behind the folding screen to change out of the clothes back to his own.

~"You think so?" You called from the other side as you folded the vest and hung it over your arm and waited for him to finish.

~"Yes, it's very inspiring in my opinion to hear such stories. It proves that people can be worth much more than some perceive." He said and you didn't know what to say. From the moment you first saw this split-hair-colored male, you knew he would be an unusual customer. But surely you weren't expecting him to think so highly of people "lower" than him.

~He talked with you without the usual snappish, rich people attitude, which by itself already hinted to you that he didn't care about the difference between the social classes. He didn't even seem to mind when you talked minutes upon minutes about his ordered clothes or your passion for sewing.

~'He indeed is an unusual customer.' You thought.

~"Should we arrange another time for another fitting?" Shoto inquired as he handed the clothes back to you in a neatly folded pile. You nodded to him as you took the clothes.

~"Let's do to that, I'm confident that by then I will have at least a jacket ready for you to try on, However, I can't promise if it will have any details..." You trailed off as you dug around under the front desk for an appointment book. You let out a small 'aha!' when your fingers hit the said book.

~You dug it out and opened it at the page you or William wrote last. "Hmmm, I'm free next Thursday at 8 AM." You proposed. He nodded.

~"That will work." You nodded and started writing away with the ink pen. a few seconds went by when he suddenly spoke.

~"I apologize, but could you do a small request of mine?" You looked up at him when you finished writing.

~"What were you thinking?" You inquired, closing the book in front of you.

~"Do you decorate other pieces of clothing such as top hats?" You quirked your eyebrow at the request.

~"I've done it a few times, but usually that's the hat makers job." You spoke honestly.

~"I was only thinking of something small to make it match the suit, and I already have a hat you could decorate." You thought about it.

~"Sure, you'll just have to pay a bit extra for the finished suit because I decorated the hat too." You reminded him.

~"Of course, thank you." He smiled slightly, satisfied that he managed to convince you. You blushed at the sight and you cleared your throat quietly to distract yourself.

~"Pleasure doing business with you." You said with a smile. He nodded and bid you goodbye.

~Once Shoto stepped out of the boutique followed by his butler, whose existence you completely forgot about, you let out a loud sigh as you slumped onto the front desk. Thinking about the nice things Shoto said to you and his gentle smile.

~'What is wrong with me?' You pinched the bridge of your nose blushing as you couldn't stop your mind replaying the past half an hour in your head. You stayed there for a moment when William emerged from the back room, holding a cup of tea in his hand while the other rested in his front pocket. He must be taking a break.

~"How is it going?" He sipped at his tea.

~"Well... I have a lot of work on my hands, that's for sure."

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First Love

High School Dean x High School! Plus size! Reader

Summary: Dean is the mysterious and sexy boy of your high school. And you’re just, you. But what if the playboy’s eyes shine only for you? Can you trust him?

Warnings: High School AU, fluff, slight angst, mentions of bullying, smut, protected sex, car sex (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS)

Word Count: 3679

A/N: Both Dean and the reader are 18 for the sake of this story, so there is no underage sex nor anything like that (even though in most European countries the age of consent is around 15, I didn’t want to make anybody uncomfortable). Also changed the request slightly, because I didn’t think she would let him have her virginity just like that, so they both have some, although limited, experience.

This story was requested by my sweet @prettysourabbie, and I hope both she and you guys will enjoy this fluffy smuttiness. FEEDBACK is gold, you know the drill. Thank you for reading! xx Full request here: Hey beautiful! I saw that you have open request! Yayyy you are a bop of a writer! Can I request a High school Dean Winchester x high school plus size reader, where the reader is Garth younger sister and she really quirky and shy and dean starts catching feelings and takes her on a date and takes her virginity?? Fluff, smut, dorkyness haha I’m sorry this is so awkward turtle! ☺️💕🤘🏻

Dean Winchester Masterlist __ Masterlist

You heard whistles from somewhere behind you, but you didn’t bother to turn around. You knew the drill. Whenever somebody catcalled or whistled near you, it was never actually at you. It was either at one of your hot friends or some random chick walking down the corridors or streets. Not that you specifically minded. You weren’t a pet to come when somebody whistled. But, you thought, it would be nice if somebody actually found you attractive enough to show it.

Your ex-boyfriend, Max, was a great guy behind closed doors, he would adore you, braid your hair, play games with you, and such, but as soon as his friends were around him, he would act as if he didn’t know you. It broke your heart, and after a few weeks of suffering, you ended things with him.

Max acted all surprised, telling you that you were the best girl he’s met, but that was until one of his best friends called at him in front of the school, and Max ran towards them as if he wasn’t in the middle of a sentence. You knew you were better off without him, but it still stung.

The whistles could be heard again, and you sighed in frustration. You turned around from the book you were just reading, The Rise of Silas Lapham by William Dean Howells, and looked at the boy who was whistling like crazy.

Dean fracking Winchester.

He had a smirk plastered on his face, and when you finally turned around to face him, he wiggled his eyebrows and sent you an air-kiss. You looked around yourself, confused because Dean Winchester couldn’t be doing this at you. No fucking way.

But when you saw there was no girl in a 3-meter radius, you turned back at him, your brows high up on your forehead.

“That some kind of bet?” You hissed at him, not really wanting the other students around you to hear your conversation. You didn’t need to be embarrassed in front of the whole school. Again.

It was Dean’s turn to raise a brow.

“A bet, what are you getting at, doll? I thought you looked cute so I whistled. Easy as that,” Dean shrugged, and you rolled your eyes at him, before you shut your book with a thud, swiftly put it in your bag and walked towards Dean.

“First of all, catcalling doesn’t work on anyone, so you should maybe get up next time and actually tell a girl you like her. And secondly, we both know that a boy like you would never be interested in a girl like me, so stop pretending and stop being a dick. T’was nice talking to you, Dean, see you at class,” you mumbled as you stormed out of the study room.

Dean watched you leave, confused as hell as to why you’d think he was joking or playing some kind of games. You were the most real person at the school, and beautiful on top of that. Well, if catcalling wasn’t enough, Dean promised himself to think of something better to let you know just how interested in you he really was.

—-

Coming home, you slammed the door and huffed out a breath, falling on the nearest chair. You brother came out of his room hearing somebody was home, and when he saw you, he frowned.

“What happened to you?” Garth asked, worriedly watching your face.

“Nothing, it’s just… Why did nature give you such metabolism that you can eat a fucking country, and you still won’t gain an ounce, while I look at a pizza and I’m five pounds heavier? It’s just not fair, that’s all I’m saying. Maybe if I was thinner, boys would actually be interested in me and not just as a part of a bet,” you murmured under your breath, keeping your gaze glued to the pillow on your chest.

“Some fucker is playing games with you? Tell me which and I’ll beat the shit out of him, that’s why I’m your big bro!” Garth almost shouted, and you had to smile a little. He would always protect you, even though you were pretty sure you would be more successful in taking somebody down than Garth.

You still smiled up at your big brother and shook your head at him.

“I’m fine, Garth, trust me. Just a few more months and then I’m outta here. Brown is waiting and with that lots of new opportunities. I won’t have to hide anymore, because I’ll find real friends there, some that won’t judge me because I read too much or because I’m sometimes emotionally unavailable. Or because they think I’m fat. None of this will matter, and I seriously cannot wait to get out of this shithole and get the party started,” you laughed, and Garth joined you, sitting on the arm of the chair, kissing your hair.

“You’ll do great there, Y/N. And you’re not fat, you’re a woman. You know, I think the world needs more girls like you, not starving themselves just for some boys to like them. You are you, and I love you for it, and soon, there will be a guy who will love you unconditionally, I promise you that,” he whispered against the crown of your head and walked out fo the living room back to his den.

You sighed and stood up, walking towards the mirror on the wall, staring at yourself. You could see a lot of imperfections, sure, but you also saw a beautiful human being, and you knew that while here, at the small town high-school in the middle of Kansas, you were misplaced entirely, you would fit right in Rhode Island.

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Next day at school was going typically, you were smart in classes and alone in the hallways right to the lunch, where you once again sat by yourself. But you didn’t mind it, you could at least read your book and not be bothered by some petty drama, like which pink was more pink of the two pinks. You couldn’t roll your eyes harder even if you tried, hearing that conversation coming from behind you.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front of you, and while you didn’t really care what happened, you still looked up aware that if somebody was fighting (which was very likely, considering the amount of testosterone coursing the young men blood systems) you wanted to be as far away as possible from that.

But looking up, you saw Dean Winchester, standing on one of the tables, looking around the room frantically, trying to find somebody. And then his eyes landed on you. He smirked and yelled.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I tried to do this yesterday, but you are one tough cookie, doll. So here I am, making a fool of myself in front of pretty much the whole school by yelling uncontrollably at somebody who is sooo not interested in me, but I gotta try anyway. Would you please, please go on a date with me? And before you say no, I just wanna warn you that I’m gonna stand here and yell until you actually agree on going out with me, so, please? Pretty please? Prettiest please?-“

You were pretty sure even your ass was red from the embarrassment, and to spare you at least some dignity, you just yelled a quick yes for god’s sake, and ran away from the room. What the hell was he thinking?

You got your answer pretty soon, because Dean followed you out of there, yelling your name as he ran.

“What?” You snapped at him when you were far enough from the canteen.

“Why do you keep doing this? I just wanna go out with you and spend some time with the most interesting girl in the whole town. Why do you keep pushing me away, Y/N?” Dean asked, and for a moment, you really believed the words he said. But then you remembered that while you were the one people laughed at, Dean was one of the most popular boys at school, with his charming smile and mysterious green eyes.

“Because I know you are making fun of me, Dean. Look, I know that a guy like you would never be interested in somebody like me, so I really don’t get what you’re getting out of this, you know?” You mumbled as you bit your lip, a habit you had whenever you were nervous.

Dean didn’t answer you, and when you looked at him, you saw him staring at your lip, licking his instinctively. Without another word, he swiped his thumb along your lips and freed the one you were biting, before he leaned in, and kissed you.

Your first reaction was to push him away, but the way his lips felt against yours, the velvety touch of skin on skin, and his hand finding its way to your waist, you couldn’t move. And a small part of you didn’t really want to walk away from that.

He didn’t deepen the kiss, he just stood there, kissing you, until you both needed some air.

You could feel yourself blushing, and before you knew it, you were biting your lips again. You could hear Dean growl before he whispered,

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself, doll.”

You gasped looking deep into his eyes, and he leaned in again, this time only kissing your cheek before he gave you one of his famous smiles.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, alright, pretty girl?”

All you could do was nod, and he didn’t push you to talk, probably because he knew what effect he had on girls. You always heard from your classmates how he made them swoon, and until now, you didn’t really understand why. Sure, he was a pretty boy, but damn those lips, they were to die for.

The evening couldn’t come soon enough.

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While there was still a nagging voice in your mind, that Dean wasn’t in it honestly, you tried to look your prettiest just in case he actually did mean it. You wore light flowery dress reaching above your knees, you curled your hair and even applied some make-up to look presentable. You checked yourself in a mirror, and even you had to say you didn’t look the worst.

Garth has been fretting like a mama bear since both your parents were out of time and this was officially your first date after your break-up with Max. He assured you like a million times that you looked lovely and that any guy would be lucky to have you.

When you heard a knock on the door, you wanted to go and open, but Garth was faster. He skipped through the living room to let Dean in, giving him the “big brother speech”. You rolled your eyes at that because seeing that even though 2 years younger, Dean was indisputably stronger than your brother. Hell, even a 5-year old girl was probably stronger than your brother.

But Dean listened to Garth carefully, and when Garth hissed something to Dean’s ear, you could even see Dean’s eyes going a little wider and him nodding in understanding at your brother. That made you chuckle and to spare Dean any other trauma, you pulled him out of the house, yelling at Garth that you’d probably be late.

Dean grabbed your hand in his and pulled you towards a classic-looking car, all shiny and polished.

“This is my Baby, well, technically, it’s my father’s, but he promised that the second he gets a new car, Baby will be mine, so…”

You squeezed his hand, still looking at Baby.

“Well, she’s a beaut, I totally get why you wanna keep her,” you said admiring his car. In return, Dean admired you.

“Do you know that you’re the first girl who actually likes her? All the other girls always tell me that I should get something nicer and more out of this time. I knew you were special, Y/N,” he smirked at you before opening the door for you to get in.

The night was beautiful, and the more time the two of you spent together, the more things in common you found. Despite Dean acting like a tough guy at school, he was a dork, in reality. A huge dork at that. He would tell you dad jokes until your stomach hurt, he would tell you all about his favourite rock bands, the majority of which you’ve never even heard, singing you his favourite bits.

In return, you talked to him about your favourite things, such as reading and writing, your slight obsession with Disney and Marvel, which he said he totally understood and told you that your second date would be a movie marathon.

It was well after all that that he asked you something personal.

“Why did you think I was making fun of you, Y/N? I just can’t understand that. You’re so beautiful, and I honestly thought you were out of my league, that’s why I never asked you out. You’re so damn smart, hella funny, and so hot that I have hard times not creaming my pants just looking at you in that dress. I just, is somebody making fun of you, or something?” He sounded so genuine, and his voice was so broken that you had to smile at him.

You caressed his cheek before you kissed his cheek.

“I thought you were out of my league, you know? And yeah, I’ve been having some issues with the barbies of the school, but nothing I can’t handle. I just thought it was another of their stupid jokes on me, you know? But getting to know you, I really misjudged you, Dean, and I’m sorry for that,” you whispered to his ear, and he visibly shuddered.

You bit your lip and looked at him, this time doing it 100% on purpose. And the reaction you wanted to see came very soon.

Dean almost leapt out of his own seat in Baby, capturing your lips with his, kissing you senseless. You could feel his hand on your naked leg, just being there and massaging little circles into your skin.

He deepened the kiss, not giving you the chance to get away from him even if you wanted. And you enjoyed every second of his dominant personality.

You grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

When you both felt the need to breathe again, he only pulled an inch away from you, looking you deep in the eyes.

You could see it all in them. He looked at you like you were the only girl in this universe, and you believed him. You wanted him just as much as his lusty eyes wanted you.

You surprised him when you climbed out of your seat and opened the door to the backseat, laying on your back, and biting your lip, inviting Dean to join you.

His surprise didn’t last long, though. He couldn’t miss such an opportunity with the girl of his dreams, and he was glad there was a box of condoms hidden in the car. Not that he had that much experience, but his father made it very clear when Dean became 16, that a boy always needs condoms, just in case.

He jumped in the backseat behind you, his body laying on top of yours, and he claimed your lips again. There was more urgency this time, and while he was laying on top of you, trying to not crush you with this weight, you tugged at his clothes to finally get him naked.

It wasn’t like you’ve had too much experience in that area, but you knew what your body wanted, and you wouldn’t deprive it anymore. Not with Dean’s presence overwhelming your every sense.

He got the message, and so he was soon without a shirt, with his jeans around his ankles. He rolled your dress high, but before he could get past your stomach, you stopped his hand. He looked at you quizzically raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe, I should just leave the dress on tonight? You know, we don’t have to lose time by me getting all the way naked, and all,” you said, not looking at Dean.

He frowned at you before he took your chin between his fingers and he turned your head to face him.

“Don’t hide from me, Y/N. You’re beautiful, and I’m gonna prove it to you. And not only tonight. I wish our first time wasn’t in a car, because I can’t show you just how much I appreciate you and your body here, but I promise, next time I’ll devour all of your like I should because you’re the best girl. My girl,” Dean husked and bit your shoulder to prove his point.

And you didn’t protest anymore because his honest eyes wouldn’t let you.

Warnings: smut starting

Your dress went flying to the front of the car, just like your bra and your panties, and although you had the need to hide from Dean’s prying eyes, you didn’t want to ruin the moment. So you just laid there, palming his growing erection, and when you thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Dean dived in on your chest, sucking one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning as he went.

You arched your back, the pleasure overwhelming you, especially when you felt his right hand travelling further down your body until he found your wet core. He groaned at the feeling of your slick on his fingers, and he started to tease your clit, preparing you for him.

You managed to pull his member out of his boxer-briefs, gasping at the girth of him. Where you thought Max was pretty well equipped, Dean was packing, a lot. It was like comparing a sausage with an arm. For a second, you were worried how he’d even fit, but the longer he played with your pussy, the fewer worries you had. Your brain was turning into mush, and you were enjoying every second of it.

Dean’s fingers pushed inside you, and you breathed out a low moan. Dean was breathing heavily, your soft hand on your dick was not helping his current situation. When you squeezed him especially hard, he moaned and bit your neck, licking it after, and sucking a hickey there, to show everybody you were his. Because there was no way in hell, he would let you get away after this.

“You want this, sweetheart? We can stop right now, no shame in that. I want you to feel comfortable with me,” Dean said breathily, and ceased his movement for a second.

But your hooded eyes with blown pupils and your puffed out lips were telling him all he needed to know.

“I know we can, but I really don’t wanna stop, Dean. Unless, of course, you want to stop, and in that case we totally can, no pressure,” you smiled at him sweetly, and he kissed you again, unable to keep to himself.

He didn’t say anything but rummaged the front seat before pulling a silver package in his hand, tearing it apart and getting the rubber on himself.

He looked at you once again, and you nodded, wordlessly, just wanting to feel him, finally.

He teased you for a moment, gathering the slick escaping your core before he slowly pushed in, letting you breathe out the slight discomfort of having somebody so think inside you. Once he was bottomed out, he waited before you raised your hips, signalling you were ready for a movement. And Dean obediently listened.

He withdrew from you before thrusting in again, repeating this motion before you were trembling underneath him. But it was a skilled slick of your clit that sent you over the edge, crying out his name loudly, your eyes squeezed shut.

Dean knew he would never see anything as pretty as you coming on his cock. And it was this sight in combination with your tight pussy that was his undoing. He came with a grunt, spilling inside the condom, and letting his sweaty forehead lean against yours.

Warning ending

“Well, that was something else, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Dean asked attentively, laying down next to you, cuddling you from behind.

“I couldn’t be better, Dean. Thank you for tonight, it is a night to remember,” you whispered, snuggling closer to his firm chest.

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You woke up to the sound of four feet fluttering on the wooden floor of your bedroom. You could hear your husband’s heavy breathing, so you knew he was still deep asleep, and when you opened your eyes, you could see your 5-year old son and your 3-year old daughter staring back at you, mischievous grins plastered on their faces.

You smirked at them, and that was their undoing. They both squealed loudly, jumping on your bed and effectively waking their dad up.

“What are you doing here, you little monsters?” he rasped, catching his daughter in his arms and tickling her until she was screaming for mercy.

You laughed at their antiques and the way your son tried to save his little sister from the tickle monster.

“What are you laughing at, pretty lady? You think the tickle monster can’t get you too?” your husband asked you, and your children stopped what they were doing, looking at you, before they both jumped at you, while their father tickled the hell out of you.

“Stoooop, please,” you yelled, trying to shimmy out of bed.

“Oh, you’re not getting away that easily, m’lady. I told you on that first date that you were mine, and there is no way I’m letting you go,” Dean rasped at you, and while you were still laughing, you shook your head at your husband.

He promised to show you why he thought you were the best girl, and he has been doing that for the past 12 years. Your first love was indeed the best love.

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bisexual-horror-fan · 4 years ago

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OKAY U ASKED FOR IT uhhhhhhh can I get an order of directors commentary for Take it From Me the Bo x Plus sized reader fic and uhhhhhHHHH ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ For a random Freddy fic cause I loveeeeeee

Alright Char anything for you!

SO!

Fucking, this was my first fic where I got a real notable specific reader request like this and I loved it, we need more plus sized reader stuff for sure. It was a two parter with the first one being with Billy and Stu and the second part being Take It From Me.

I really enjoy this one. I rememebr the evening I wrote it, this one was so easy, it just flowed out in such a satisfying way, in like one shot. Love when that happens. The idea of the reader being so down on themselves and then getting, this line- “He would fuck those feelings out of you.”

Really sets this right. Like that is the tone for sure. It is hot and short and to the point. He is gonna fuck you until you admit that you are attractive and that you ARE worthy of his affections. It feels so throughly Bo ya know? It is such a HIM thing to do, finger you and touch you and make you beg that if he does fuck you then you better stop talking down about yourself, it just fits him so well and the dirty talk still hits so good, like- “There ya go. Keep on makin’ those pretty sounds for me, can ya do that?”

I don’t care, that is hot and I adore it and just imagining him saying that is amazing. Also having him do this with the reader bent over the counter also hits because it adds that other element of the potential of getting caught which is always good too! I would totally do a part two to this if someone asked BTW.

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A Freddy fic huh? Aight. Let’s get to it. How abouuuuut-

I Don’t Ask For Much.

Now this is one no one requested. I got the idea for this one all on my own and simply had to do it. I remember it was a Friday, I had the weekend off, I settled in and I proceeded to go the fuck off. I watched two movies back to back while I wrote and got it all down and fucking LIVED that night.

The implication again of a long term hook up situation with Freddy is a fave of mine but I feel it really shines in this one. So many small moments in this hit, the dirty talk, the teasing, asking for permission, all great but the fic was built around the idea of the ending to this, that is what inspiried this whole fic.

And do you know where that inspo came from?

Wellllll...

A lot of the dialog you see in my fics, positioning, ideas, set ups, a lot are inspiried by Bex’s real life is all I will say. Now how much is direct one to one I will leave up to your imagination. But as I have said, my life? Wild.

This is probably my fave moment of this fic tho-

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You tried to fight it, tried to loosen your legs a little, hoping it would ease the friction on your clit but his glove gripped harder, preventing you from moving your legs even an inch. You whimpered and tried to take it, tried to hold out,

“Don’t.”

He warned you and while it did sound serious you swore you could hear the hint of a smile in his voice, unable to tell if he really was smiling because his face was still buried in your neck, another bite and you groaned his name. It’s like he wanted you to fail on purpose, like he was doing every little thing right, just trying to see how far he could push you before breaking you down, splitting you open.

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Love this moment feels like it catches the vibe of this one-shot perfectly and again, is hot as hell. Hope this was satisfactory! Thank you for asking Char!

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thesculptedflower · 5 years ago

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Adorable effort

Note: I noticed while I was writing this, that I have absolutely no idea how to write for a specific body type. And I’m so so so sorry if this wasn’t what was asked in the request. I think that I don’t really explain how the reader looks in my fics because I want everyone to be able to read them, no matter their size.

So, I really tried my best, and I hope this is at least decent, and I promise to get better and go read some fics to get some examples!

Also, I’m sorry this took kinda long, I’m renovating our balcony and it’s taking a whole lot of time.

Request: Hi! Would you ever consider writing a Edward Nygma x plus size reader oneshot, if you’re okay with it??? Maybe the reader is a maid at Wayne manor and she’s like an older sister to Bruce. On the multiple occasions when Bruce goes to the GCPD she is with him and meets Ed, they get on. Reader answers his riddles despite getting them wrong. Thanks! @morganofthecoves1

Adorable effort

Your life didn’t have the best kind of start. Moving from one foster family to another, being thrown in the system at such a young age had an effect on you. The constant moving made it really hard to form long lasting friendships, so you spent most of your time alone. Trouble seemed to find its way to you wherever you went, but you remained hopeful, that one day everything would turn upside down. And so it did.

Thomas Wayne spotted you in a roadside diner, waitering customers and collecting empty dishes. He saw how you were harassed and the pain on your face made him feel for you. He wanted to save you from that place, and so he did. He offered you a job in his house, which you gladly took. Working for the Wayne’s was a dream come true. Thomas and Martha were absolutely wonderful to you, always treating you with respect. It felt good to be there and you really felt like you belonged to that manor. The workload wasn’t bad at all, for Alfred did most of the ’’manly’’ work. You enjoyed your moments with Martha, growing really close to her. The two of you would fix up the garden together, gossiping about the neighbors and you loved to help her get ready for all the galas they attended. So when Alfred came home that one night, only Bruce with him, you felt like the bad luck from your past had caught up to you. Thomas and Martha had taken you in with their hearts open, offering you guidance and a warm home, and a sibling-like relationship with Bruce. You and him had a special bond that only got stronger after his parents were murdered. He found a safe place with you, feeling like he could share his sorrows, knowing you would listen and understand. As you both grew up, he would take you with him wherever he went. And one gloomy day took you to Gotham City Police Department, and closer to a one certain forensics scientist.

Bruce had asked you to drive him to the GCPD, because he wanted to inform Detective Gordon on something he had discovered on his father’s papers. He was so desperate to find out who had killed his parents, it pained your heart. You trusted the police, but anyone who lived in Gotham knew, that sometimes things just stay a mystery. But the new Detective seemed to take his job seriously, for now. There weren’t many officers who didn’t have some kinds of ties to the criminal underworld.

’’I’ll go talk with Detective Gordon, and I’m not going to leave until I get him to listen to me.’’ Bruce said looking up at you. He had fire in his eyes, the same fire Thomas had. You smiled softly, placing your hand on his shoulder for reassurance. ’’With the facts you have gathered, he doesn’t have another choice but to listen.’’

Bruce smiled weakly, the pain from that night still awfully present in his mind. You watched him run up the stairs to the second level on the precinct and noticed that Gordon was already waiting for him. You decided to take a stroll around, taking another look at all the paintings and pictures of former officers and honorary captains.

You’d been at the precinct so many times, you had almost memorized all the pictures on the walls. Most of the officers knew you and were nice towards you, greeting you whenever you walked past them. Every single time you had been there with Bruce, one man in particular had caught your eye. He was tall, dark haired and handsome. He would come and talk to you, but you could see that he was struggling. So you tried to make it easier for him, always being considerate towards him, and even answering all of his riddles - even if you knew you were wrong - whilst other officers just laughed or rolled their eyes at him. You felt awful about how they treated him. He was an outstanding forensic scientist and had helped in numerous cases, yet they still treated him like he wasn’t one of them.

You were so in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone approaching you with quite a high speed. You were just about to turn around when you bumped into the stranger. His hands were full of papers and his attention was definitely elsewhere than in watching where he was going. All the papers were now falling to the ground, and probably half of the precincts eyes were on you. You felt a little ashamed, a maid should be the one to help in cleaning, not causing the mess. Both of you dropped to the ground immediately, trying to collect the papers as fast as you could.

’’I’m so, so sorry sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going.’’ You said apologetically, trying to avert his eyes. ’’It’s quite alright miss, I wasn’t looking either.’’ He answered gathering his papers. You could hear that he was a little nervous. Suddenly you felt his hand accidentally land on yours, and you both froze. Only then did you look up and meet his beautiful brown eyes, framed by strong eyeglasses. He looked equally as surprised as you when you finally recognized each other.

’’Get a room you two!’’ Someone shouted, sending a deep blush to your cheeks. And to your surprise, to his as well. You both looked away from each other.

’’I- I’m sorry again, Mr. Nygma.’’ You said sheepishly, handing him the notes you had picked up.

’’Please, call me Ed. And it’s quite all right, there’s no one I’d rather bump into.’’ He flirted carefully, considering you had met him on multiple occasions and the chemistry was definitely there. His hand softly brushed yours as he took the papers, sending another blush to your face. Your hands rested against each other for a while, and the smile he gave you made you weak.

His smile was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. You returned the smile, wondering if you should continue the conversation. You definitely wanted to get to know him even more, and it was clear that he was as interested in you too. The embarrassment of the previous situation still lingered in the air, but Ed had the means to fix that.

’’What two accidents happen every 24 hours?’’ He riddled.

You looked at him, trying to come up with the correct answer. You didn’t have much experience with riddles, other than those that Ed asked you, but you still liked the way he added them to your conversations. And he didn’t seem to be bothered if and when your answers were wrong. You thought he enjoyed winning, and at the same time teaching them to you.

’’Um, falling in love?’’ You answered quietly, feeling a little shy from the content of your answer. You didn’t think Ed would ask you about something that would have an answer about love, but you liked the idea that he was that kind of man, whom would fall in love very fast and very very hard.

Ed laughed softly, not a hint of malice or mockery in his voice. For a moment you felt hopeful that your answer was actually right, but then he shook his head.

’’Adorable effort, once again, but unfortunately incorrect.’’

You sighed extravagantly, making it seem you were more upset about it that you actually were. It caused Ed to laugh even more, and you felt so mesmerized.

’’Well, will you tell me the answer?’’ You asked after a short while.

’’At dinner, tonight at 8. I’ll pick you up.’’

You felt so happy, that this incredible, marvelous man had seen you in the crowd, among all the officers, and that he had made his way up to you and asked you a riddle, that started all this. You rose to your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss on Ed’s cheek, making him blush once more. You couldn’t wait for the evening, nor all the other dates you’d have in the future.

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