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All good things
Summary: Life played him for a fool again, he was stupid for thinking he'd get a single good thing
Tw: Suicide, Kidnapping, implied Stolkholm syndrome
He thought everything was okay. He thought you finally accepted this was where you were staying. Giving him a kiss every morning, helping Vincent with the sculptures, taking Jonsey on walks with Lester. You didn't scream or cry anymore. Didn't have to be locked up. Everything felt normal. A normal spouse, A normal family, A normal life.
But nothing ever went right for Beauregard Sinclair. He could never have a normal anything. Never had one normal thing in his life.
Maybe it was hopeful thinking or straight denial. Just playing pretend. But he didn't expect when he entered your shared bedroom to find you with bleeding wrists and one of his knives weakly clutched in your hands. There was no note. No closure. Not a simple thing to tell him it wasn't his fault.
You didn't have to say it, but he knew it was his fault. He shouldn't have kept you alive. Shoulda just threw you in the museum like everyone else, but he didn't. You were a spitfire from the beginning. That's what he liked about you. He never expected a victim to hot wire Lester's truck and try to run him over but there you were smiling as you pushed the old thing as fast as it could go. He laughed when you'd slammed your face onto the steering wheel when he shot out the tires. It wasn't even a sadistic one, he genuinely found it funny.
You saw the man. He was distracted, looking off into the distance, probably trying to find you but you hit the gas hard. The pedal slammed to the ground as you changed gears (He always liked someone who could drive stick) Bo heard the truck before he saw it. The loud rumble of the thing much too old to still be driven. It was like second instinct as he hopped out of the way, shooting out the tires. The truck spun out and all he heard was "FUCK" and then the slam of your forehead on the uncoushined wheel accompanied by a "ow"
His eyes drifted towards the now bloodied silver band on your finger. You were supposed to get married. You'd been in Ambrose for a little over a year when he popped the question and he remembers the bright smile before squeezing him tight. The memory would make him happy but instead he felt nothing but betrayl.
As the night draped itself over Ambrose, The two of you found yourselves perched on the rooftop of the old, weathered church. The stars above twinkled like glitter strewn across a velvet canvas. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and the only sound that echoed through the quiet night was the faint chirping of crickets. Bo took your hand in his, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You know, Peaches, I've been thinking about a lot lately" You raised your eyebrows "And what does that thinking gotta do with Hun?" He fiddled with the ring in his pocket before taking a deep breath. For the first time in his life, he was nervous. "Our future together. How I wanna turn ya into Mx.Sinclair." "W-What?" You stuttered. "Peaches, the second I laid eyes on you went you came in for that fan belt, I was hooked. Every second since then I've been falling harder. So uh, will you be my spouse?" He pulled out the ring, hands shaking. You grabbed onto him. Squeezing him tightly, he could feel your smile against his shoulder. "Absolutely. I wouldn't want anything else."
He went soft and he absolutely hated you for it, well thats what he tried to tell himself when he ran to your side trying to find a pulse. It was obvious you'd been gone for awhile. Blood was already dried on some places and your body was cold to the touch. He was frozen in time like one of Vincent's statues as he stared before he dropped to his knees. Bo let out a scream. A noise so deep in his chest that it didn't even sound human. An animalistic sob that you could probably even hear the town over. The one good thing in his rotten life was taken from him
"I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU." He yelled. Tears now rolling down his face. "Why did you have to leave me?"
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Fic Rec List - Charles/Max (Top Five)
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This is my personal top five. Let me know what yours is! đ€
the consequences of domesticism by @altisssimozucca | G | 3.6k Charles and Max live in the same apartment building: slowly, their lives intertwine. This fic is just so sweet. The slow build of their relationship, from acquaintances/co-workers to more is so expertly done, and feels so organic. I didn't stop smiling once reading this fic. Also - Dot. I want her.
'Theyâre in Maxâs kitchen, Max watching Charles fry some eggs for breakfast, when Max has the startling realisation that he knows far too much about Charles.'
heart on your sleeve by @nyoomfruits | T | 4.8k Charles' emotions appear on his racing helmet. The concept here is so unique, and so beautifully done - I loved every moment of this. Typical misunderstandings give way to just the most tender, sweet relationship. Gorgeous.
âHi,â Max says, and that stupid crinkly eyed smile is back, looking at Charles all fondly. His race suit is soaked in champagne, and his hair is wet with it too, sticking in every which direction. Thereâs a flush on his cheeks, and heâs taken off the top part of his race suit, revealing his fireproofs underneath, stretches across his broad chest and muscular arms.'
heart of the wind by @piastriachios | M | 13.8k Max and Charles are neighbours, who meet when Charles rescues Max's flying laundry. The relationship build here is stunning - you truly get the feeling that they bring out the best in each other. As always, the imagery and use of colour is beautiful. I love this author and I love this fic.
'They let it sit between them. Floating between the specks of dust that look like golden glitter in the afternoon suzn. A shared understanding. A sense of longing. The more it simmers, the more Maxâs smile seems to cut through the light.'
oui chef.by @sunshineyoujustwait | G | 16.2k Max is initially irate when Charles is hired to his kitchen - but not for long. This fic is absolutely stunning. The humour and dialogue is spot on, and the Charles characterisation is genuinely some of my favourite in the whole fandom. The single-minded focus. The competitiveness. The found family of it all. God, I wish I could read this fic again for the first time.
'Heâs still staring, he realises belatedly, as Charles glances up and catches his gaze. Amusement twinkles in his eyes, almost as if he knows heâs caught Max staring and he finds it funny.  Max looks away quickly, but not before his brain registers, unhelpfully, that Charlesâ eyes are green, not brown like heâd originally thought. Not that itâs important.''
Breathe You In (Like a Vapor) by @fabbyf1 | E | 53.3k Max and Charles start up a friends with benefits relationship, that quickly evolves into so much more. This was one of the first Charles/Max fics I ever read, and it changed me a little. Such a joy. So genuinely funny, beautifully paced, and the smut- yes. Fantastic! Everything this author writes is amazing.
'But now, the sun was starting to dip in the sky, and the living room was mostly dark. Somehow Max had spent the entire afternoon here. It was like they both came out of their trance simultaneously and realized how dark it had gotten in the room.'
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Younger Gods: Epilogue 2 (Quiet Storms)
18+ Smut
Younger Gods Master List
Morpheus x Female/femme!reader (female parts described)
Summary: Morpheus and the storm god enjoy (and make) winter weather.
A/N: Happy holidays, my darlings! Please enjoy this filth, I mean fluff, I mean... fluffy filth? Again? The next epilogue will be something more than smut, I swear.
Quiet Storms
Pale as the snow crunching under foot, Morpheus appeared entirely inhuman. His shadows looked so dark against the white fields he could be a hole in reality. A living void. Perfect and impossible. But he walked hand-in-hand with her through her little realm, and human or otherwise, for the moment, he chose to be with her.
She belonged to him.
He belonged to her.
And they strolled together.
The day before, she went to see Taliesin in the waking world, and the scene outside his window glittered with fresh snow. Ice hung from gutters and streetlights. Sunlight shattered in countless, twinkling rainbows, caught in millions of crystals, and she couldnât look away.
She woke to a few inches of snowfall carpeting her realm, and her Dream Lord came through the door just as she was tugging on her boots and mittens.
They stepped out into a snowy fog. Nothing properly fell, but the grey sky felt like a blanket trapping the coziest cold sheâd ever felt. And it really was cold. Her nose and cheeks went numb quickly, and her eyes watered in the wind whenever she looked up to Dream. He was always worth it, though.
A dusting of flakes scintillated in his hair. He looked wonderful every day, of course, but she loved seeing him in her weather, with a little rain dripping from the messy tips of his wild hair or lightning reflecting in his eyes. Just now, he looked like heâd been gilded with powdered diamonds, almost whimsical.
He turned from the wonderland sheâd created to meet her warm assessment, and there was nothing whimsical about the heat in his gaze.
When he looked at her like that â with his full, endless focus wrapping her up in his attention â she was so happy she couldnât bear it. She looked away and bit her lip, giddy, heart trilling a note too high to hear but deeply felt, dancing out through her ribs, tickling her lungs until she couldnât quite breathe right.
She knew what that feeling was called. It filled the name heâd given her, and like he could hear her thoughts, he bent to murmur in her ear.
âBeloved.â
Actual, proper snow manifested from the fog, big, fat flakes of it swirling down to stick on her exposed skin as his breath summoned goosebumps down her neck. She shivered from the prickling cold and the rush of warmth in her belly. Smiling lips pressed the cusp of her ear, earning another shudder, and Dream tugged her closer by their joined hands.
âYou are chilled.â His smile carried into his tone, lending a teasing lilt to his dark voice. âI should warm you.â
Turning just enough to reach, she popped onto her toes to land a peck on his jaw. âIâd like that that.â
She let to of his hand to take his arm, cuddling into his side as they turned back towards the cottage, his care mingling with his pride, filtering into the air around them like one of his shadows. Snug, smug, and secure. A bubble of their own that was part him and part her and entirely apart. The snow fell thicker, catching in her hair and melting on her coat. A flake caught in his eyelashes, and she watched them flutter with quiet appreciation as he cleared his vision. Dream had such lovely eyes. Whether they were blue and nearly human or dark with a thousand stars, they expressed his feelings much better than his words usually did. Even when he tried to keep a straight face, to remain firm and aloof, sheâd seen emotion fringe his lower lashes in tears, had seen amused sparks when he tried to appear strict.
Just now, they were very soft. Warm. Like the sun came out and agreed to stay through the night.
If he kept looking at her like that, he wouldnât need to do much at all when they got home.
The instant the door closed behind them, he pulled the scarf from around her neck. He let the fabric drag along the sensitive scars, drawing her attention to the cool air on her bare flesh as the garment fell free. He loved her neck. Maybe it was the history, or maybe it was a pet project of his â teaching her to savor all the wonderful things he could inspire in her most vulnerable places when she trusted him. And she did trust him.
She trusted him so much she loved him.
The snow was melting, dripping down from her hair to run over her skin. Dream caught the rolling drops in open-mouthed kisses along her neck, and the stark contrast of cold and heat set her alight. She pressed into him, groaning as he set about warming her an inch at a time.
Sheâd had plans to offer him mulled wine when they returned, to sit and drink together in front of the fire as she thawed, which might lead to spice-laced kisses between warm lips and all the sweeter things that came after. Matthew told her once that his master sometimes drank wine in the waking world. It seemed like a good idea, a seasonal, festive thing to spark a different kind of fire, but none of it mattered as he started plucking at the buttons to her coat. If he didnât fuck the capacity for higher thought out of her in the next hour or two, sheâd revisit the idea later. Dream was on a mission, and she happily took up service as his guide, pulling her arms out of the heavy outer layer so he wouldnât be tempted to take his lips off her neck.
He never needed encouragement. He barely even needed a suggestion. Since their first tryst that broke in the bedroom â Taliesin hadnât let her hear the end of it for weeks â Morpheus took every opportunity to touch her. Deep kisses in greeting. Clasping hands or linking arms when they went out. Finding clever ways to get his hands under her clothes and onto her skin. Never exactly rushed, but always eager. Always hungry for her in any way sheâd have him.
She wasnât complaining. Â
She didnât have as much experience, and she lacked his confidence, but she felt the same. Every time he smiled for her, every time he pulled her in for a kiss, a part of her stopped to wonder. Me? Really? Are you really choosing me when youâre so wonderful? When Iâm small, and youâre so grand itâs dizzying?
Happiness stunned her each time. She couldnât worry over losing his affections because she was still in awe of winning them at all.
Coats off, boots discarded, mittens long since surrendered to a dark corner from which they may never emerge, the two moved towards the fire.
When he surrendered her throat for a kiss on the lips, he bumped her frigid nose and nearly startled. Long pale fingers brushed down her face as he pulled back, and he murmured, âYou truly are cold, beloved. Come.â
Keeping one hand in hers, he pulled two blankets from the couch, arranging them in front of the fire. He would have her, but he would have her comfortable and well. He tugged her towards the nest before he even finished building it, but she stopped to open the hope chest in the corner â one-handed â to retrieve another, larger blanket, which she set to the side, ready to wrap around the both of them. His eyes lit in approval, and he pulled her down all the faster, eager to get her out of her clothes. She returned the favor. A dozen kisses interrupted their progress, but eventually they were both naked and protected from the growing chill by the furred cover she brought.
Morpheus drank her sighs and gasps like the wine sheâd almost offered him. He arranged her in his lap with his fingers kneading her thighs as she straddled his, pressed chest to chest in the firelight. She kissed him just as eagerly, convinced sheâd never have enough, that sheâd burn alive with desire, no matter how much skin brushed over his, no matter how long he let her taste him.
Careful fingers slipped between her legs as his other hand came around her waist to keep her close. He didnât break the kiss as he stroked along her drenched slit, following her as she jerked at the sensation. He made a meal of her moans when he circled her clit. Every whisper of friction set her alight, and she keened as granted the pressure her rolling hips chased. When she needed to breathe, he pulled back to introduce the kiss at a new angle. He barely left her at all, and only by millimeters. It rekindled her faith that he ached for her as badly as she craved him. That he found delight in her storms and her little cottage the way she lost herself whenever she so much as glanced in his eyes.
She had more freedom to move than she did in many positions theyâd tried, when Morpheus hovered over her like an all-consuming storm, but Dream had lost none of his power. She was helpless as he toyed with her, slowly gathering slick, teasing her, and finally sinking a slow finger into her core. Her mouth fell open over his, soundless, and he plundered it as his finger continued its exploration. When he touched her, it wasnât a preliminary exercise before he moved on to the main act. He studied her, searched out new shivers and groans, and he always took his time, enjoying the sensation as she fluttered along his fingertips, spasming against the brush of a knuckle or a curled digit.
He told her as much once, when sheâd tried to hurry him along. At the time, sheâd been convinced this part of her pleasure was an inconvenience, and she didnât want to make him wait. Heâd smiled down at her, the loveliest nightmare as she broke apart under his attentions, and asked, âYou think this does not please me?â He ground his dick against her thigh as he continued working her through the aftershocks just to make his point.
With his finger buried inside her, moving slowly, she clung to his shoulders to steady herself. Heâd never let her fall, not unless he wanted to shift her to a new position, but she needed something to touch, something to hang onto as every flickering nerve tried to explode. She felt almost too good with him, and while he never frightened her when they were like this, she scared herself a little. She imagined sheâd unmake her own soul and heâd consume it by accident, or something would break because a person wasnât supposed to climb such heights without crashing back down. True safety was a new concept, one he eagerly helped her understand, and each time he made love to her, she worried a little less.
A second finger crept inside, working her open as Morpheus pressed her closer, offering an answering groan through their kiss as she whimpered into him. She was close, and she suspected he read the signs of her impending release like a fortuneteller â in her trembling thighs, in her unsteady rhythm against the heel of his palm as it pressed against her clit.
âLet me feel you like this.â He spoke against her lips, still reluctant to put any distance between them. âLet me feel you.â
She had no defense against Morpheusâs voice. It swallowed the daylight so it could introduce the stars. It rippled over her skin like a velvet kiss, soothing, and urging, and flooding her thoughts. Enraptured and too far gone to stop herself anyway, she did exactly as he asked.
He kissed up her quivering sigh as she came, helping her navigate her way back to earth so she could melt against him. Turning her face into his neck, she took the opportunity to breathe. Woodsmoke, sweat, and sex filled the air. The hand on her back moved in broad circles, almost innocently compared to his other hand, which kept two fingers sheathed inside her.
Wind sent the windows shivering in the frames, and Morpheus kissed the crown of her head.
âAre you warm enough?â Sneaky fingers stroked deep inside, stirring banked embers to new life.
She looked up at him through her lashes, smirking, mimicking a look heâd often sent her as he drove her to fantastic distraction. Mischievous and far from sated. âNot yet.â
He hummed, answering her smirk with his own. âGood.â
The fingers left her, and something much larger nudged her entrance. He took a brief moment to coat himself in the fluid all but dripping from his fingers, and every bump and shift conjured unwitting little noises from her. Without asking if she had the stamina to ride him after her first orgasm â she did not â he picked her up by the hips and set her higher on his lap. As he lowered her, he pushed inside, stretching her open until their hips were flush.
His hands rubbed up her hips to her waist, curling possessively into the natural dip. When he found the grip he wanted, he began to move. A shallow thrust to ensure she was ready. A groan. A deep roll of his hips that drove him in to the hilt as he tugged her to meet him.
In this position she was a little taller than him, and he looked up at her like something wonderful. Regarded by stars, she felt her love returned. It moved between them, a silent song, and it grew in her chest like the waxing moon. Making her glow as he tenderly destroyed her.
She writhed with his rhythm, robbed of the breath sheâd just caught, panting open-mouthed as his pace quickened.
The movement sent the blanket sliding from her shoulders. It gathered just over their joined hips, leaving her chest very naked and very close to Dreamâs hungry gaze. His hands didnât leave their grip on her waist, determined to drive himself even deeper as he leaned in to worship her breasts. Her nipples hardened long before she even joined Morpheus in their little blanket fort, but the cold air set them tingling, and Morpheusâs hot mouth sent rippling shocks of delight down her spine. She folded around him, breathless, cradling his head as her fingers caught in his midnight hair.
The fire crackling beside them might as well be ice. Heated flooded her veins, ready to combust as he thrust up into her.
âMorpheus.â Begging. A prayer. A promise.
He groaned into her chest, and her heart skipped a beat. Or heâd stolen it. The beat or the entire heart â impossible to tell.
Once sheâd said his name, she couldnât stop. It became a wild chant as she raced towards her second breaking point. âMorpheus.â She didnât want to let go. âMorpheus.â She didnât want to stop. âMorpheus.â
But he didnât give her a choice. Somehow she found enough air to shout as she fell apart, and she took some satisfaction in drawing Morpheus with her over the edge. He always looked a little frantic when he came. He was so rarely out of control, and he chose to surrender that kingly command in these moments. With her. Inside her. A true lover whoâd fallen in love with her long before he fell in lust.
They tumbled into the blankets together, still tangled up.
As Morpheus gathered himself and pulled out, he arranged the blanket back over them, and she nuzzled shamelessly into his chest. Warm and content at last.
He chuckled, arranging an arm around her so she wouldnât roll away when she inevitably dozed.
âIt occurs to me, Beloved,â he said, âyou mightâve wished your realm cold as an excuse to be close.â
What a thought. She liked it.
âMm.â She rubbed her cheek over his pale skin, just as warm as she was, and she hoped just as happy. âAnd if I did?â
If she had, it wasnât intentional, but now heâd gone and given her ideas.
He smiled, kissing the tip of her now-toasty nose in the softest gesture he could muster. âThen perhaps you should try snowing us in.â
#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#morpheus x oc#morpheus x female reader#younger gods
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Going Under Ch. 29
summary: christmas. online comments. an emotional spiral. angst. new years. missions. heartbreak.
characters: Bucky Barnes x OC
soundtrack:Â exile - Taylor Swift and Bon Iver
warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.
authorâs note: GUYS PUT DOWN THE PITCHFORKS PLS, first of all, so sorry it's been a million years! the holidays and my birthday and vacation and everything has just kept me too busy. i've tried to alternate between my other story (linked here) and this one, but I still hate that it's been so long. also, I know this story is a lot of your comfort fic, so I'M SORRY for the angst and heartache! just stick with me pleaseeee!
ilysm, thank you for reading! please let me know what you think!
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The city lights glittered outside the panoramic windows of the penthouse, casting a soft glow over the sleek, modern furnishings. A fire blazing in the center of the living room illuminated Giannaâs gaunt face. The past month had taken the youthful roundness from her face and the twinkle from her eyes. Bringing her knees to her chest, she took a slow sip of her wine as she stared out the window at the New York night. Across the horizon, a sharp knife to her heart, glowed the trademark âAâ of Avengersâ Tower.Â
The infamous building, once filled with laughter and shared moments, sat dark and empty. Gianna gazed through the floor-to-ceiling glass, her reflection staring back at herâa portrait of a woman who had lost something irreplaceable.
Her thoughts were a hurricane, a montage of memories that wrecked her mind and haunted the solitude of the room. The past months had unraveled like a thread, leaving behind a tapestry of emotions that she struggled to make sense of. The laughter from Thanksgiving with the Avengers echoed in her mind, but now it seemed like a distant melody she no longer knew how to play.
She spun the stem of the wine glass in her fingers, ignoring the blue glow of the phone on her coffee table. Texts, calls, social media alertsâŠnothing she cared to check. She knew what theyâd say, all variations of the same headlines that had been running for weeks.Â
Pop Star and Winter Soldier call it quits after whirlwind romance!
Gianna Cruz spotted on solo coffee run in Manhattan!
Who Made Gianna Cruz Cry?! Pop Star Spotted with Red Eyes Amid Split with Famed Assassin.
As bad as the tabloids were, nothing wrecked her like the truth that played on a loop in her mind.
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Early December, New York
The glow of holiday lights adorned the city streets as Bucky and Gianna strolled through Central Park. Snowflakes danced around them, and the air buzzed with the energy of the season.Â
They paused under a streetlamp, his eyes meeting hers. "You know, you're too good for someone like me," he confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze.
Gianna chuckled, playfully nudging him. "Oh hush. Youâre the first guy to ever think he doesnât deserve me, and itâs one of the many reasons Iâm certain you do."
Bucky's laugh echoed through the crisp winter night as he held Giannaâs hand in his own.
âIf you say so.âÂ
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Early December, Upstate New York - Avengersâ Compound
The soft glow of the evening sun streamed into Bucky's room as he idly scrolled through social media. His fingers danced over the screen, swiping through images and updates. A photo caught his eyeâhimself and Gianna, smiling, carefree, fingers woven together as they crossed a street in the city.
The initial wave of warmth quickly gave way to a sinking feeling as he caught a glimpse of the comment section. Many were positive, gushing about how good they looked together, how happy they seemed. Bucky couldn't help but smile at those.
However, as he scrolled further, the tone shifted. Harsh words leapt off the screen, cutting through him like a knife. They weren't strangers to himâthe names, the insultsâall a reminder of the Winter Soldier's haunted past that some couldn't let go. Comment after comment confirmed his darkest fears, the things his mind taunted him with late at night.
"Can't believe she's with a killer."
âOf everyone she could date, she chooses him? A freak of nature with blood on his hands?âÂ
âI hope he knows heâs ruining her life. He should be with a monster like himself, not someone innocent like Gianna. I hate this relationship.âÂ
âDoes she even know everything heâs done? I canât support her after she knowingly dates a murderer.â
"She deserves better."
The words became a relentless cascade, a torrent of doubts and insecurities that he had fought so hard to suppress. The shadows of his past seemed to stretch and loom, threatening the fragile happiness he had found with Gianna. He felt guilty, shameful, stupid for ever thinking he could escape them, thinking he could find some semblance of peace.Â
Gianna's voice interrupted his thoughts as she cracked open the door to his room, a soft and cheerful invitation to join the team for dinner. A part of him wanted to tell her about the comments, to seek reassurance in her presence, but a darker instinct held him back. The shame was too great. Something nagged at him, told him maybe they were right. Their relationship was a fluke. Maybe she didnât realize what sheâd gotten herself into. Fear crept into his mind, convincing him that if he put those thoughts into her mind, even seeking comfort from them, theyâd take root and sheâd wonder what the hell she was doing with him in the first place.
Forcing a smile, he silenced the turmoil in his mind and pocketed his phone, choosing not to burden her with the weight of his doubts.
âLetâs go eat,â He put a hand on her lower back and kissed her cheek, ignoring the nagging feeling that at some point soon, he would no longer be able to.Â
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Christmas Morning, Avengersâ Compound
The cozy warmth of Christmas evening found Earthâs Mightiest Heroes lounging by the fireplace in the overly decorated living room. Gift wrapping strewn everywhere, the smell of hot cocoa and spiked cider filling the air. In a mess of holiday sweaters and new presents, the team fell into a quiet but comfortable silence. This had been an over-the-top, Hallmark-esque Christmas season. Thanksgiving had been the crack in the stoic dam that they all previously kept in place, and now the full on family festivities were unleashed.Â
Wanda and Gianna had baked so many Christmas goodies that Tony swore he wouldnât even be able to wear the Iron Man suit. Theyâd arranged a team âSecret Santaâ after insisting the guys couldnât be trusted to buy a good gift for everyone on the team, so they limited it to one person each and repeatedly reminded Tony of the $200 limit.Â
An absurd number of stockings hung from the mantle, cramped and hung nearly overlapping, but everyone had their own. Christmas music had played over the built-in speakers in their living quarters since the day theyâd touched down after Thanksgiving. The most surprising part was that no one seemed to mind the excess holiday cheer.Â
Now, as Christmas Day wound down, it had all culminated in a picturesque holiday.
As the festivities wound down, Bucky caught Gianna's eye, his expression softening with a secret.
"Come with me," he murmured, jerking his head towards the balcony.
Gianna followed him through the common room, away from the heart of the celebration. They slipped out onto the balcony, a quiet alcove overlooking the snowy landscape.
Bucky handed her a steaming mug of hot chocolate. "Merry Christmas," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Merry Christmas," she replied. The night air was crisp, and the stars above shimmered in a vast, dark canvas. One of her favorite things about being away from the city.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carefully wrapped gift. "I made something for you," he confessed.
âWhat? BuckyâŠâ Curiosity turned into wide-eyed surprise as she unwrapped the present. Nestled within the paper was a beautifully bound book. On the cover, in elegant script, read the simple title MMXXIII -- or 2023. The year they met.Â
Her fingers traced the cover, and when she opened it, she found a chronicle of their tourâall told from Buckyâs point of view. He had meticulously compiled entries from his journal, filled with his thoughts and feelings about her, paired with photos both snapped by fans or paparazzi and by Gianna herself. It made for a comprehensive timeline of him falling in love with her.Â
Tears welled up in Gianna's eyes as she flipped through the pages. Bucky's writing, which sheâd read before, but to have it gifted to her with all the photos and scrawled footnotes and thoughtfulnessâŠshe felt dangerously close to melting into a puddle on the ground.
"I remember the first time I saw you on stage," he recounted. "There was this light about you. It drew me in, and little did I know, it would change everything."
Gianna was speechless. Shaking her head, she looked up at him with watery eyes. âThis is, undoubtedly, the best gift I have ever been given.â She leaned forward to kiss his cheek. âJames Buchanan Barnes. Thank you. I love you.â
His chest tightened. No matter how many times heâd heard those words come from her mouth or said them back to her, they never felt any less miraculous.Â
âI love you too, G.âÂ
Giving a shy smile, she stood. âI have something for you, too. Be right back.â She darted through the doors.Â
Returning swiftly with her guitar in hand, she plopped back down on the chair beside him. Her breath came out in steamy clouds against the cold air. Gazing up at him through her lashes, she began to strum.
âThis one is calledâŠMy Hero.âÂ
As she played, her angelic voice echoing across the quiet night, Bucky felt his stomach twist. Sitting across from him was the most beautiful, kind woman heâd ever known. She told him she loved him. She slept beside him every night. Here she was on Christmas Day, singing a song about him. As her poetic words heralded him as her hero, he couldnât help the guilt he felt reminding him that he would always be a villain.
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New Yearsâ Eve, New York - Avengersâ Tower
The New Year's Eve party at the Avengers' Tower was a spectacle to behold. Tony Stark had outdone himself once again, transforming the common area into a sea of crystal champagne flutes and ice sculptures. The clinking of glasses and laughter filled the massive room.Â
Sam had taken over bartending -- flipping bottles with flair while the actual paid bartender stood awkwardly to the side. Peter hung from the chandelier, showing off for a group of this yearsâ Sports Illustrated models. Steve and Nat, shared a quiet moment away from the dance floor, looking suspiciously comfortable together. Tony, to no oneâs surprise, had been the life of the party. He bounced from the DJ booth to the dance floor to the bar, never being seen without a champagne bottle in hand. The atmosphere was infectious, a perfect ending to the year's highs and lows.Â
Meanwhile, Gianna and Bucky had spent most of the evening cozied up on a plush couch toward the back of the room, taking it all in. Her laughter seemed to drown out the music and the crowd, Bucky's eyes glimmered with a softness that only her presence could invoke.
As the clock crept closer to midnight, the anticipation in the room grew. The sequin and glitter-clad Avengers had found their way together in the final moments of the year.Â
Tony, ever the showman, took center stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, Avengers and friends, let's welcome the new year with a bang!"
The countdown echoed through the room, a chorus of voices rising in unison. Ten, nine, eight...He raised an arm, clad in one single sleeve of the Iron Man suit, and aimed it for the rafters.
Bang! Confetti rained down from where his shot hit as the clock struck midnight, and cheers erupted. Amidst the celebration, Bucky and Gianna only had eyes for each other as they pulled away from their first kiss of the new year, only feet from the barstools where their first ever kiss had been shared.
Giannaâs eyes were bright as she looked up at him, "I can't wait to spend this year with you."
Bucky, his smile carrying a mix of emotion, replied, "You're going to have an amazing year, G."
---
End of January
The Quinjet soared through the night sky, cutting through the clouds like a sleek shadow. Bucky, sitting in the co-pilot seat, stared out into the vast darkness. Steve glanced at his friend, sensing the tension in the air.
"Something's been eating at you, Buck," Steve finally broke the silence, his eyes focused on the controls. "You've been volunteering for every mission lately. More than usual. What's going on?"
Bucky hesitated, his gaze fixed on the city lights below. He was wrestling with a storm of conflicting emotions, unsure of how to voice them, even to his closest friend. Steve was persistent, his concern etched on his features.
"Bucky, we've been through too much for you to keep things from me," Steve urged gently. "Talk to me."
Bucky sighed, the internal struggle evident in his eyes. "It's Gianna."
Steve raised an eyebrow, silently inviting Bucky to continue.
"I can't shake this feeling, Steve," Bucky confessed, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Like I'm holding her back. Like I'm not good enough for her. I love her too much to see her stuck with someone like me."
Steve furrowed his brow, concern deepening. "Bucky, you've been through hell and back. She knows that, knows it wasnât your fault, and she chose to be with you. You're not holding her back. You saved her life, remember?"
"But what if she deserves more? What if I can't give her the life she deserves?" Bucky's words carried the weight of his self-doubt. âSheâll always have to pay the price for my past. I want more for her than that.âÂ
Steve understood the root of Bucky's turmoil. He reached over, placing a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder. "You're not giving her enough credit, Buck. Talk to her. Share what you're feeling. She deserves to know. Iâm sure if she had any idea you were feeling this way, sheâd be devastated."
Bucky nodded, but his gaze drifted back out the window to the night sky.Â
âWhere did all this come from?âÂ
âI saw some comments online.âÂ
âBuckâŠâ Steve sighed. âYou canât do that to yourself. None of us can go online without finding something day-ruining written about ourselves. Itâs never good.âÂ
âAt least you guys have saved more people than youâve killed.â Buckyâs tone was gruff.Â
âIf weâre looking at deaths at our hands while under our own volition, Iâve got you beat by a long shot, pal. Hell, I bet even Peteâs got you.â He gave his friend a reassuring smile.Â
âYeah.âÂ
The conversation was interrupted by the Quinjet's navigation system signaling their arrival at the mission site.
"We'll continue this, Buck. But for now, focus on the mission. And don't do anything stupid until we can talk more.â
---
End of February
Sweat dripped from Buckyâs forehead as his fists pounded into the punching bag.Â
The chains clinked as Bucky moved from the bag to the bench, his breathing heavy. The dim glow of the overhead lights cast deep shadows on his face, highlighting the lines etched by years of war and the burdens of a tortured past.
His inner dialogue was a relentless companion, the voice of doubt whispering in the hollows of his mind.Â
She'd be happier without you. She could be back in New York, performing, living the life she deserves. She could find someone without your dark history. Someone she doesnât have to defend.
The weights lifted and dropped with a controlled precision, the repetition an attempt to drown out the insistent thoughts. Bucky's jaw clenched, muscles straining against the heavy load. The gym became a battleground, his internal conflict manifesting in the physical exertion.
You're a relic of a bygone era, Buck. She deserves someone who can give her a future, not someone haunted by the ghosts of his past.
The voice echoed, each word a reminder of the perceived inadequacies he felt.
He moved back to the sparring area, still running from his own demons. The stark sounds of his combat training echoing in the empty space. The punches were precise, calculated, a dance of muscle memory and suppressed rage. His metal arm moved with deadly precision, nearly knocking the bag out of the ceiling with one blow.
Bucky paused, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat covering his body. His reflection in the gym's mirrored walls showed the anguish and exhaustion on his face. He spent more and more time in the training room as sleep continued to evade him. Despite himself, he couldnât help but read more of the same comments that began this spiral in the first place. Subjecting himself to them felt like a fair punishment for everything heâd done, so he continued to scroll, hoping that facing the ugliness would somehow atone for his past. Instead, he found his guilt growing alongside the chasm between him and Gianna.Â
The truth was, the weight of his past had woven itself into the fabric of his identity. He doubted if he could ever truly be what Gianna needed. Heâd thrown himself into missions, avoiding time with her. When he looked at her face, saw her beautiful, earnest eyesâŠhis heart cracked. He couldnât stand to be with her and think of losing her. He couldnât stand to be with her and stomach how much better she deserved. So he stayed away.Â
He told himself she didnât notice him sneaking out of bed every night after midnight, and maybe she didnât at first. But as the weeks crept by, she felt him pulling away. When he came home between missions, he wasnât fully there. Sheâd even asked Steve if something had triggered his PTSD, sending him back into a dark place. No matter what she tried, she couldnât pull him back. Even when she initiated sex, he never seemed to be in the mood. She was at a loss.Â
Their reality that had once been passionate, sweaty, tangled in the sheets had given way to a new reality. One where she pretended she didnât hear him leave their room to go to the gym every night. One where he convinced himself his absence was better for her. One where neither of them felt happy.Â
As he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, a pang of realization hit him in the gut.Â
I have to let her go. For her own good.
The gym, usually a place of solace, now echoed with the tortuous thoughts that crowded Bucky's mind. He stood there, caught between the pull of love and the push of self-doubt, wondering if sacrificing his happiness might be the only way to ensure hers.
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End of February, The Next Day
The air in the common room hung heavy with tension, a storm brewing in the otherwise quiet evening at the Avengers Compound. The team exchanged uneasy glances, as the thin door to Giannaâs bedroom did little to mask what was happening behind it. Natasha shot Steve a concerned look, her instincts honed from years of reading between the lines.Â
Gianna and Bucky stood on opposite ends of her room, the echoes of their argument reverberating through the walls.
"Why can't you just talk to me? Do you know how much it hurts that you're making this decision without even discussing it with me, without giving me a chance to change it?" Gianna's voice quivered with the rawness of her emotions. âI have to feel you pulling away for weeks, beg you to talk to me, and nowâŠthis?â
"I thought it would be easier this way," Bucky admitted, his voice heavy with regret.
Gianna shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Nothing worth having is easy, Bucky. Love isn't easy. But you don't just throw it away because it's hard."
âIâm not throwing it away because itâs hard, Gianna. Iâm giving it up because youâre better off without me, I -â
"What do you mean I'm better off without you?!" Gianna's voice rose, a crescendo of hurt and disbelief. Her eyes, usually filled with warmth, were now ablaze with anger. âYou don't get to decide what I deserve, Bucky! All I did was try to love you the best way I possibly could, and this is how you repay me? By pushing me away? By dumping me?â
Bucky's expression was a mixture of regret and resolve. "I can't give you what you deserve, Gianna. You deserve a life without the shadows of my past."
âBullshit,â Her laughter was bitter. "Thatâs a bullshit excuse and you know it.âÂ
She crossed the room and jabbed a finger into his chest as angry tears filled her eyes. âI know your past, all of it. You sat there in my hotel room and you decided to trust me with it. Not once have I judged you, not once have I used it against you, not once have I given you any reason to regret trusting me. So donât you dare stand here and tell me I deserve better than your past when I saw all of it and decided for myself that it changed nothing.âÂ
His jaw clenched, the weight of his decision etched into the lines of his face. "Itâs not about that, Gianna. I donât regret telling you anything, but you deserve to be with someone without a past you have to overlook -â
âI donât overlook your past, Bucky!â She cried. âI donât love you because I can ignore everything you did, or in spite of who you are -- I love you because of who you are! Everything youâve overcome, how strong and kind and good you are. I donât want someone who has a perfect past, I want someone who knows how ugly the world is and chooses to be good anyways. I want you.â Her voice broke at the end as her rage gave way to heartbreak.Â
âI would never be able to live with myself if I kept you from everything you deserve,â He spoke softly.
âYou donât get to decide what I deserve!â She interrupted, staring up at him with angry tears streaking down her face.Â
 âYou deserve a man who doesnât get called a murderer when he walks down the street.â Bucky hissed. âYour kids deserve a father that hasnât committed fucking war crimes. Hell, you deserve someone who can give you a family at all, because who the hell knows if I even can!âÂ
âThatâs not fair,â She protested. âI never asked for those things from you.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have to ask for a good life, Gianna.â His eyes softened as he ran his fingertips down the back of her arm, a gesture that used to make her heart clench now shattered it even further. âThatâs why Iâm letting you go find it.âÂ
She wrenched free of his grasp and stormed out of the room, throwing the door open. The team looked up, caught in the crossfire of a relationship unraveling, unsure if they should acknowledge or intervene at all. Gianna ignored the audience as she whirled to face Bucky whoâd followed her out of the room.Â
âDo you know where I was before I met you?â Her eyes narrowed. âI was alone. Completely and utterly alone. The only people who cared if I woke up in the morning were the people who worked for me. I would go weeks without anyone asking how I really was. I was a spectacle, a circus act. I was a commodity.â She paused to take a shaky breath. âSo this âbetter lifeâ youâre so nobly sending me back to? It doesnât fucking exist.â
Gianna stepped further into the living room, finally acknowledging the group. âAnd do you know the worst part?â She gave that cold, foreign laugh again before turning back to Bucky. âYou already knew all of that. You knew because I trusted you and I told you. Yet here you are anyways, sending me right back into the life I loved you for saving me from.âÂ
There was no sound in the room except for Giannaâs ragged breathing. The look of pure anguish on Buckyâs face was enough to break even the coldest heart. No one dared intervene, not when so much hung in the balance between them.Â
âI spent months crying myself to sleep before you came along.â Gianna spoke softly, reigning in her emotions. âBut what difference does it make now, considering for the past two weeks you havenât even cared to stay in bed long enough to know that Iâm right back to my old ways.âÂ
Her eerily calm delivery struck the final blow. Buckyâs face crumpled as he looked at the ground. Guilt rose up inside him. For weeks, heâd been avoiding her, sneaking out of their room, doing anything he could to deal with his own shit. Not once did he think of what that was doing to her. In trying to protect her, heâd been slowly breaking her heart anyways.
Gianna turned her back on Bucky, his broken expression still locked on the ground.Â
âCan someone take me back to New York, please?â She spoke softly but firmly, eyes scanning the pained faces of her friends. Her fists clenched at her sides.
The group shifted nervously on the couch, unsure what to do. The recent tension between the couple hadnât exactly gone unnoticed, but this explosion had caught them all by surprise. No one wanted to move, to acknowledge that this was real. To take Gianna back to the city would be to cement both of their broken hearts.Â
âNat?â Giannaâs lower lip quivered. âPlease?âÂ
The redhead stilled beside Steve. His hand squeezed hers in reassurance that everything would be okay. It had to be okay.Â
âYeah. Yeah, of course.â Natâs voice was soft, kind as she stood, weaving through the group. âDo you want to grab your stuff?âÂ
âNo.â She didnât look behind her as she turned to leave the room. âThereâs nothing here I need anymore.âÂ
And with that, she walked away, leaving Bucky standing in the ruins of a love he was convinced he had to sacrifice.
---
Present Day, Mid-March, New York
Gianna's eyes stung with tears that wouldnât come. For once in her life, she had no tears left to cry.Â
The phone continued to vibrate, a cruel reminder of the messages she couldn't bring herself to read. The truth she didnât want to acknowledge.Â
Bucky Barnes had left her. She was alone.Â
This time, no one was coming to save her.Â
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Baby itâs Dark Out Here!
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Hereâs a little fic based on the infamous Baby itâs cold outside song!
This takes place before Macaque and Stella properly met.
Be warned: Thereâs forced eye contact and unwanted touches ahead!
The full moon glistened over Stellaâs pond as she swam around.
Peaceful nights like these were enough to lull Stella into a sense of security.
Finally feeling safe enough, Stella climbed out of the water and-
POP!
Turned back into her human form.
After making sure no one was looking, Stella cautiously removed her onesie and folded it neatly beside her.
She sat down on a rock and took a moment to admire the full moon.
Its beautiful glow was just so comforting.
As she basked in the moonlight, Stella couldnât help but sing.
Her sweet melody slowly wafted throughout the pond and into the ears of Macaque.
Macaque had been brooding near the beach when Stellaâs singing caught his attention.
His six ears perked up as he followed the melody.
It wasnât long before he was led to Stellaâs pond.
The moment Macaqueâs eyes fell upon Stella he felt all of the air rush out of his lungs.
He had heard Stella hanging around Wukong for quite a while but never really got to see her.
Or at least without her onesie.
And boy, did he regret not trying to approach her sooner!
She was simply breathtaking!
Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she bathed in the light of the full moon.
The full moonâs gentle glow seemed to caress Stellaâs skin as the glitter on her swimsuit shimmered like stardust.
Macaque stood still for a moment, absolutely mesmerized by the private concert before him.
He was so entranced he didnât even notice his dopey expression nor the thin line of drool leaking out of his mouth.
âEEEK!â
The sound of Stellaâs terrified scream snapped Macaque back to reality.
Stella was about to throw on her onesie when Macaque cried out
âWait! Donât go! Iâm not gonna hurt you!â
Stella looked at him incredulously.
âLook itâs obvious we got off on the wrong foot here. Can we uh, start over?â Macaque asked sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. âIâm Macaque. Well The Six-Eared Macaque is kinda my full name.â
âOh-Kay then. Iâm Stella. My full name is Stella Luna?â Stella muttered as she turned back to her onesie.
âYou know you donât have to put that on now right?â Macaque chuckled, hoping she wouldnât hide her beauty behind that onesie.
âWell I donât feel very comfortable around strangers without it.â Stella explained as she continued to put her onesie on.
âWhy bother putting it on now? Iâve already seen everything. And I gotta say, I really like what I see.â Macaque purred with a smirk.
Stellaâs face paled as her movements became frantic.
âWoah there! No need to rush! I was just giving you a compliment.â Macaque chuckled nervously.
Stella zipped up her onesie and turned to leave for Wukongâs house.
âI-Iâm flattered but I really gotta get going so bye-â
âHey, hey! Slow down there. You canât just run off into the night like that. You might get snatched up by a hungry demon.â Macaque warned as he grabbed her wrist.
Stella let out a yelp.
âW-what?!â
âYou heard me-â -Macaque turned Stella to face him- âA pretty little thing like you could get into some serious trouble out here all alone. I think you should stay with me for a bit. Iâm pretty good at keeping demons away.â
âTh-thatâs ok! Iâm friends with The Monkey King. I know heâll protect me!â Stella insisted as she freed her wrist.
Macaqueâs face hardened a bit as he held back a growl.
âCâmon, you canât seriously think he actually cares about you!â
âWhat are you talking about?! Heâs my friend! Of course he cares about me-â
âIf he cares about you so much then why isnât he out here with you?!â Macaque growled as he stepped closer.
Stella flinched as she let out a whimper.
Realizing he was too harsh, Macaqueâs face softened.
âLook, Monkey Kingâs not here right now and it dark out. You might as well stick with me if you donât want to be eaten.â
âBut-â
âIâm certain Monkey King wonât mind. After all, youâre just staying safe right?â Macaque purred.
Stella grimaced and tried to turn away.
âI really can't stayâ
âBut Baby, it's dark out hereâ Macaque insisted as he took her wrist again.
âI've got to go awayâ Stella whimpered as she tried to pull away.
âBaby, it's dark out hereâ Macaqueâs grip tightened
âThis meeting has been-â
Macaque spun Stella to face him.
âSo lucky that I dropped inâ
â-Such a blastâ
âI'll hold your hands, they're shaking fastâ Macaque chuckled as he held her hands
âMonkey King will start to worryâ Stella replied as she snatched her hands away.
âBeautiful, what's your hurry?â Macaque purred as he folded his hands behind his back.
âI know he will be pacing the floorâ Stella backed away.
âI think I just heard a demon roarâ Macaque warned as he stepped closer.
âSo, really I'd better scurryâ Stella whimpered as she tried to walk away.
âBeautiful, please don't hurryâ Macaque cooed.
With a snap of his fingers, a large demon shaped shadow appeared near Stella.
âWell maybe just a few seconds more!â Stella yelped as she rushed towards Macaque.
âWhat are gentlemen for?â Macaque chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her.
âThe monkeys might think.â Stella gasped as she pulled away.
âBaby, it's dark out hereâ Macaque purred with a wink.
Stellaâs eyes narrowed.
âSay, was that a wink?â
âNo idea what youâre talking about, dearâ Macaque denied as he examined his claws.
Stella let out a sigh.
âI wish I knew how-â
âYour eyes are like moonlight nowâMacaque whispered
â-To break this spellâ
Stella let out a yelp as Macaqueâs tail pushed her closer.
âJust stay and relax, all is wellâ
Stella hugged herself protectively and shook her head.
âI ought to say, "No, no, no sir"
âMind if I move in closer?â Macaque purred as he moved in closer.
Stella pushed Macaque away
âI wish there was a place to hide.â
âWhat's the sense in hurting my pride?â Macaque pouted playfully.
âI really can't stayâ Stella groaned as she turned away.
âBaby, don't hold out! Baby it's dark out hereâ Macaque mused as he turned her back around.
âStop looking at me like that!â Stella whined.
âWhat can I say? I like what I see.â Macaque chuckled.
âI simply must goâ Stella insisted
âBaby, it's dark out hereâ
âThe answer is, "No" Stellaâs voice became firm as she stated to walk away.
âBut, baby, it's dark out here.â Macaque purred as he followed her.
âYour offer has been-â
Macaque slid in front of her.
âHow lucky that Iâm here right now.â
Stellaâs face fell.
âMuch appreciatedâ
âIf you get hurt Iâll be devastated.â Macaque cooed as he put a hand on his forehead.
âMonkey King will be suspiciousâ
âThe demons out here are viscousâ Macaque warned.
âI know heâll be there at the doorâ Stella huffed as she kept walking.
âOh heâs such a boreâ Macaque chuckled
âPlease just respect my wishesâ Stella pleaded as she kept walking.
âGosh, your lips look deliciousâ Macaqueâs purred as he cupped her face.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?!â Stella snapped as she pushed him off of her.
âSorry. Thought you were thinking what I was thinking.â Macaque chuckled as he regained his balance.
âI've got to get home!â Stella declared as she stomped her foot.
âBaby, you'll die out here!â
âPlease leave me alone!â Stella pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
Macaque simply shook his head.
âYouâll be eaten alive out hereâ
Stella let out a groan
âYou've really been grandâ
âI thrill when I touch your handâ Macaque purred as he tried to kiss her hand.
âBut don't you see?â Stella snatched her hand away with a huff
âHow can you do this thing to me?â Macaque pouted playfully.
âThere's bound to be talk tomorrowâ
âThink of my life-long sorrowâ Macaque whimpered as he put a paw on his chest.
Stella rolled her eyes
âAt least weâve spent enough timeâ
âIf you got eaten and diedâ Macaque cooed dramatically.
âI really can't stay!â Stella snapped back
âStop with the excuses-â-Macaque pulled her close- â-Baby, itâs dark out here!â
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Care Bears - The Day Love Was Stolen!
âAnd they all lived happily ever after! The End!â
The children all cheered at the happy ending. True loveâs kiss was able to break the never-ending sleep that the princess was cursed with. Once again, love conquered all. The story in the park had ended sweetly.
âMaybe someday, my prince will come!â said a little girl with brown hair.
âHa, maybe that prince will be me,â replied a boy with blue eyes.
âHeehee! Iâll be so happy when that day comes!â
âWell, Iâm not happy at all!â a gravelly, screechy voice that sounded very familiar retorted. Before they could tell where the voice was coming from, a massive shark-like vehicle erupted from the ground right next to them. They didnât have to guess what this was. They knew its name all too well. Sharkmarine. And there was only one person they knew who drove a SharkmarineâŠ
âOh no! Itâs Professor Coldheart!â they shouted in unison.
Inside the Sharkmarine, Coldheart scowled. ââTrue Loveâs Kiss?â âLove conquers all?â HAH! Gimme a break! Since when has love ever solved anything?â His stomach churned and his face turned as green as the color of his scarf at the thought of such a thing as true love even existing. âWhen Iâm done with you, none of you will ever believe in such silly things ever again!â He pressed a button on the control panel of his vehicle. A huge ray gun emerged from the top of the Sharkmarine and began charging. It aimed itself straight at the group.
The children all knew what they needed to do. They all raised their voices and shouted together, âCARE BEARS! WE NEED YOUR HELP!â
Just like magic, a cloud car plummeted down towards the Sharkmarine like a meteor from heaven. It struck the ray gun, knocking it out of the way just as it fired a freezing beam of ice magic. It struck a nearby tree, coating it in an icy rime. Coldheart was undeterred; he seized the controls of his vehicle and gave chase. The Sharkmarine was nearly as fast as the cloud car as it raced across the open fields.
Seeing that the Sharkmarine was only a hairâs width away from the cloud car, Coldheart pressed another button on the control panel. The sharkâs mouth opened and out of it popped a spinning saw blade. He was so focused on getting just a little closer that he didnât realize when the cloud car made a sharp pivot, causing him to crash into a big rock. To his horror, the saw blade had become stuck. Try as he might, he was not able to loosen it from the rock.
Seeing their opportunity, the Care Bears turned their cloud car around. âCare Bears Stare!â The stare fired from four Care Bears hit the Sharkmarine in the mouth, causing it to explode in a shower of glitter and rainbows. From the explosion, the children could see Coldheart flying off into the distance, shouting angrily at the Care Bears that had defeated him. They saw him become smaller and smaller until he was little more than a twinkle in the sky. They began to cheer as the Care Bears touched down in their cloud car and stepped out. Once again, the Care Bears had saved the day.
...
Meanwhile in Care-A-Lot, Love-A-Lot Bearâs belly badge began to glow. She was being called down to Earth for a special mission. Love-A-Lot Bear had a very important mission in the Care Bear Family, perhaps the most important of all. As the guardian of love, she was sworn to nurture and protect the warm feelings of people all around the world. And today, she had a very challenging case on her hands. It seemed as though a boy named Benjamin was having a hard time dealing with having a new sibling. A common problem, no doubt, but Benjamin took it particularly hard. So hard, in fact, that he thought his parents didnât care about him anymore.
Love-A-Lot spotted him wandering around the park, circling around the boulder with the demolished Sharkmarine still sticking out of it. As she touched down on the ground, she could hear him ask himself, âWhy does everybody always talk so great about love? I thought their love was forever, and now look where I am!â
âYour parents still love you, Ben. Theyâre just busy right now,â Love-A-Lot approached the distraught boy.
He turned around. âWho are you?â
âMy nameâs Love-A-Lot. A Care Bear. Iâve come here because Iâve heard youâve been having some trouble with your parents.â
Benjamin scoffed. âWell, youâre wrong if you think they still care about me. We just got a new baby. Now they spend all their time with him, and not with me! I thought they loved me forever, but now look!â
Love-A-Lot kept talking to Benjamin, trying to convince him that even though his parents didnât have time for him, they still loved him. She was so focused on getting him to care again, she didnât notice that there was a part of the Sharkmarine that was still functional. In the midst of the wreckage, a video camera was picking up the whole conversation.
Back at Coldheart Castle, Professor Coldheart was busy bandaging his myriad collection of cuts and scrapes. Despite being blasted from the park all the way back to his castle, he had managed to get away with little more than a few scuffs. That didnât make it any less painful, though. He grimaced as he swabbed yet another scrape with disinfectant before wrapping it in gauze. Cursed, rotten fuzzy-wuzzies, he thought to himself. Iâll get them back for this! Theyâll rue the day they first heard the name Professor Nathaniel Coldheart! Mark my words!
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden transmission coming from his computer. âBut you have to believe me, Ben! You donât really want to do this!â
Huh? He dashed over to the monitor. The video camera inside of the Sharkmarine had survived, it seemed. And it was recording a conversation between the pink lovestruck fuzzy-wuzzy and a little boy. Coldheart leaned in closer to get a better listen.
âDo I have to tell you a million times, Love-A-Lot?! True love isnât real! Now leave me alone!â the boy ran off, infuriated.
Ah, a young man after my own frozen heart~ Coldheart mused to himself. One who has lost all faith in love, just as he should. After all, what has love ever done except cause pain and suffering? Then it hit him; he would have to capture that fuzzy-wuzzy. She, after all, was the protector of love, and as long as she was there, the whole world was subject to the torments of love. No question about it, he needed to capture her and strip her of the symbol on her belly that spread around the insipid emotion wherever it went. But how�
...
Back on Earth, Love-A-Lot wondered what to do. Sometimes it took time for people to realize that they were cared for, for sure, but if she left him alone, who knows what would happen?
Meanwhile, from behind a tree, dressed in a black cloak to shield himself from recognition, Professor Coldheart spotted the Care Bear. He picked up his capture beam gun and took careful aim.
âIt seems like this job is too big for me to handle alone! Iâll go back to Care-A-Lot and ask Tenderheart and Cheer Bear for help!â
But before she could make a cloud car to go back to Care-A-Lot, a beam of light split the air and hit her in the back. She found herself wrapped in a glowing net, unable to move. When she tried to use her Care Bear stare on it, the netting simply absorbed it into its weave. Thatâs when she heard distinctive cackling behind her.
âNyah hah hah! And here I thought Care Bears were hard to catch!â
She knew that voice. âProfessor Coldheart! I should have known! Let me out of this!â
âAfraid I canât do that, fuzzy-wuzzy! You have something I want!â
And before she knew it, she was thrown across the mad professorâs shoulder as he mounted his electric-blue motorcycle. Together they rode for miles, the city disappearing behind them as the landscape turned icy and dark. Even in the midst of summer, the evergreen forest they had disappeared into was locked in a state of eternal winter, blanketed in snow and ice, with aggressive black clouds turning the day to night and spewing blue lightning overhead. Love-A-Lot Bear knew the name of this place.
The Land Without Feelings.
As Coldheart turned and rode up a mountain trail, Love-A-Lot got a better look at the castle resting on top of that mountain. It was a frightening sight; crooked candy-cane spires stuck out at odd angles from the base of the palace, which was made of dark cobblestone and decorated with what looked like frosting icicles, like those you would paint onto a gingerbread house. Colorful Christmas lights were chaotically strewn about the spires and the base, and some even encircled the pine trees closest to the castle. Perhaps most frightening of all were the snowman statues that guarded the entrance, their expressions twisted in pure wicked joy. The whole thing looked like a gruesome parody of Santa Clausâs castle up at the North Pole.
Coldheart slowed down as he pulled into the foyer of his castle. Parking his motorcycle off to the side, he dismounted it with Love-A-Lot still on his shoulder. The two ascended what seemed like endless flights of stairs before Coldheart came to a door on his right. As he opened it, Love-A-Lot could see that they had arrived at a laboratory of sorts. On the opposite end of the room, there was an enormous glass dome attached to a strange machine with a hollow glass cylinder attached to the top.
He unceremoniously shoved her into the dome as the energy net around her dissipated. Love-A-Lot sighed with relief; she was still trapped, but at least now she had more breathing room. Through the glass, she saw the professor focus his attention on the machine attached to the dome.
âLet me out of here, Coldheart! Whatever you want, I donât have it!â
Coldheart laughed. âOh, you definitely have something I want. Something I want for sure!â He flipped a switch on the machine.
Love-A-Lotâs body was wracked with pain as electricity surged through the dome. She could feel a tug on her belly badge as the machine whirred faster and faster. Finally, the tension on her belly was gone with a pop, and the machine fell silent. Love-A-Lot slumped to the floor.
She slowly turned her gaze back up to face Coldheart. He was holding the cylinder that was on the machine earlier. Now it contained two hearts: one pink and one red. She looked down, and to her horror, she noticed her belly badge was no longer there. Coldheart had torn it off and put it in that jar!
âWha-?! My belly badge! Give it back, Coldheart!â
He gave her a chilling glare. âNot on your life, you nauseating, love-sick fuzzy-wuzzy! Iâm locking this away where it canât do any harm!â
âHarm?! What do you mean by âharmâ?!â Love-A-Lot was getting sick of these games.
He sneered back at her. âDonât act like you donât know! You have the power over love! Love, the soft, sickly feeling that leads to all sorts of trouble. Do you have any idea how many people in this world are willing to get themselves badly hurt over and over? All for the sake of love! Blegh! This belly badge of yours is a life-ruining machine with a deceptively sweet cover!â He took a minute to catch his breath and compose himself. âBut no matter. Once Iâm finished, no one will have the heart to care for it, or you, ever again!â
Love-A-Lot gasped. This was serious. If Coldheart had invented a machine that could strip Care Bears of their powers, and he was this intent on creating a world without love, then what could they do to stop him?
âW-Where are you taking it?â she asked.
âThatâs for me to know, little fuzzy-wuzzy,â he replied as he walked towards the door, âand you to not know!â
As he turned towards the exit, he began shouting for his assistant. âFrostbite! Where are you?! FROSTBITE!!â
A deep and even voice, unlike the professorâs in every way, answered back. âYou bellowed, boss?â
âKindly take this Care Bear out of the dome and show her the way to her room please. And donât be doing that thing youâre always doing.â
Coldheartâs assistant was about as tall as he was, but Love-A-Lot could have mistaken him for being taller. He possessed a hairy hunchback and tusk-like teeth that made him look like he was part wild boar. Most striking about him, though, were his eyes. They were such a pale blue that they were almost white, giving him an almost crazed stare.
Wordlessly, he fiddled with the machine, opening the door on the dome. Love-A-Lot immediately burst out the door and out of the room. Frostbite began to give chase before Coldheart stopped him. âLeave her, Frostbite. Sheâs neutralized. Just make sure she doesnât leave the castle, and weâll be fine.â Frostbite nodded, grunting in agreement.
Love-A-Lot wasnât sure where she could go. Any way she turned, she still didnât have her belly badge. She was still at the mercy of Coldheart and his assistant. She eventually opted to lock herself inside of a small bedroom contained within the east spire of the castle. At least here, she felt a bit safer. Now she could only hope that the others would notice sheâd gone missing and come to rescue her.
...
Back in Care-A-Lot, Tenderheart Bear and Cheer Bear were waiting for Love-A-Lot to come back from her mission.
âItâs been about two hours. Donât you think we should go down there and see whatâs going on?â
âItâll be fine, Cheer. Love-A-Lotâs capable of handling this. Sometimes people need time before they see the light of things.â
âI know, Tenderheart, but-â
The two were interrupted by a sudden alert from the Caring Meter. In just a split second, it had dropped from 99% capacity to 85% capacity! Drops like that didnât just come out of nowhere; there was something suspicious going on to cause the Caring Meter to drop so suddenly like that. Tenderheart whipped out his caring monitor to find the source of the drop. It was at the same public park Love-A-Lot had been sent to that morning.
Something must have happened to Love-A-Lot! Tenderheart Bear and Cheer Bear got in their cloud car and rode towards the park, hoping they were not too late.
When they got there, they saw Benjamin sitting on a park bench. He was still moping about his parents and his new baby brother. Tenderheart jumped out of the cloud car and approached him. âExcuse me, Benjamin. I know that Love-A-Lot came around here earlier. Do you have any idea where she went?â
Benjamin snapped out of his moping. Love-A-Lot was missing? Now he was concerned. âI donât know. She came around her some time ago, and I walked away from her.â
âUm⊠Tenderheart? You might want to come over and see thisâŠâ
Tenderheart went over to the tree Cheer Bear stood under. As soon as he did, his stomach dropped.
Under the tree in the middle of summer was a slick, silvery patch of ice. Above, long icicles hung from the treeâs branches.
Tenderheart and Cheer Bear knew of only one person who could make ice that didnât melt in the face of such warm weatherâŠ
âProfessor Coldheart!â they mused to each other in unison.
âProfessor Coldheart? Whoâs Professor Coldheart?â Benjamin asked.
âNo one you should be concerning yourself with. If our hunch is correct, he took her back to his castle in the Land Without Feelings.â
âThen weâd better act fast! He could have turned her into one of his green minions!â
âThen letâs go!â They hopped into their cloud car.
âHey! Wait a minute! Wait for me!â Benjamin grabbed the back bumper of the cloud car as it took off, vaulting himself into the back seat. Whatever they were going to do, he wanted to help.
...
Benjamin shivered at the unexpected temperature drop. He didnât expect anywhere to be this cold at this time of year. But as they rode towards the twisted castle in the distance, it seemed like they had arrived in a land where summer didnât even exist. Nor did spring or autumn, for that matter.
They circled around the candy-cane spires, looking for an entrance. Benjamin pointed at one of the windows. âThere! I just saw her!â
The Care Bears flew over to the window and entered the spire. Sure enough, sitting in the corner of the room was Love-A-Lot Bear, curled up into a ball.
âLove-A-Lot! Thank goodness! We were worried you were hurt! And- wait a minute, what happened to your belly badge?!â Cheer bear exclaimed.
Love-A-Lot glanced up at them. âColdheart. He took it. I donât know what he did with it. He said it was âa life-ruining machine with a deceptively sweet cover.â Whatever heâs planning, itâs not pretty.â
âThen it sounds like weâll have to find it ourselves. Be careful now; heâs going to be looking for us,â Tenderheart replied.
âI just hope he doesnât already know weâre here,â Cheer Bear fretted.
...
While Coldheart didnât know it yet, his assistant had definitely noticed the Bearsâ arrival.
âUh-oh. Better take care of them,â Frostbite mused as he followed them at a distance. He wasnât a fast runner, and if he made them aware of his presence too soon, he doubted that he could keep up with them if they ran. Best to wait for the right opportunity to strike.
That opportunity may have come sooner rather than later, he realized. The Bears had unwittingly wandered into the main storeroom. They could just see the jar holding Love-A-Lotâs belly badge on a high shelf. Unbeknownst to them, however, this room was booby-trapped. This was the opportunity Frostbite took advantage of as he whipped out a remote controller and pressed a button on it.
Benjamin managed to duck out of the way as an iron cage descended upon the Care Bears. Tenderheart and Cheer Bear tried to melt the bars with their Care Bear stares, to no avail. Soon they heard mocking laughter coming from behind them.
âWell, well, well. Seems two little fuzzy-wuzzies came to steal my stuff,â Coldheart mused. âDonât you Care Bears know itâs rude to take peopleâs things without asking?â
Tenderheart was infuriated. âThat isnât yours! You stole it!â
The two continued to banter, not noticing Benjamin climbing the shelves behind Coldheart. If he could just reach the jar, he might just be able to save the day. If onlyâŠ
âWell, anyway, youâre too late. With my belly-badge-stripping machine, I can have any of your belly badges I please! Once I get you in there, I will have your powers all to myself! Then no one will ever suffer from the insipid feelings you impose on them agai- AAAHHH!!!!â
Benjamin had dropped the jar on Coldheartâs head. It burst open on impact, sending a surge of pure caring energy straight into the mad scientistâs face. He dropped to the floor, covering his eyes with his hands and writhing in an angry heap.
âWAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!! IâM RUINED!!! IâM⊠IâM⊠IâmâŠâ
That was strange. Heâd expected it to hurt. After all, the cannister just exploded in his face. It hadnât hurt one bit. Even stranger, an unexpected feeling was coming over him. One that heâd never expect to come over him at a time like thisâŠ
âI⊠what⊠whatâs this? Why do I feel so⊠so light as a feather? I canât⊠I⊠I feel good!â
And there it was. The burst of energy coming from Love-A-Lotâs belly badge had flooded Coldheartâs frozen heart with warm feelings.
Seeing her chance, Cheer Bear spoke to him, âIt would make us very happy if you would get us out of this cage, Coldheart. Please?â
âHeehee! Here you go!â He whipped out a controller of his own and pressed a button on it, and the cage lifted.
âThanks for everything, Coldheart! It was nice meeting you!â Benjamin shook his hand. Coldheart seemed to enjoy this, giggling as he said his goodbyes.
âAll right, you need to go to your room and lie down,â Frostbite said to his boss, hoisting the latter over his shoulder. âAnd you all had best be going. He canât hold onto this state forever.â
Frostbite was right; it would only be so long before Coldheartâs secondhand giddiness wore thin. They thanked his assistant and said their quick goodbyes before hopping back in the cloud car and disappearing out the window.
...
Back at Benjaminâs house, Tenderheart Bear, Cheer Bear, and Love-A-Lot Bear were enjoying themselves. Benjamin had summoned the courage to talk to his parents about the baby, and they reassured him that they still loved him. He and the Care Bears had spent the rest of the day playing together, but now the sun was beginning to set, and it was time for them to go.
âJust remember, Ben, that if you ever need us again, just call!â
âOkay, Love-A-Lot! Iâll see you later! I love you!â
As Benjamin uttered those words, Love-A-Lot knew her job was done. Benjamin had learned to trust in love again. And they all lived happily ever after. The End.
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Epilogue:
Professor Coldheart came to in his bed. He felt like heâd been hit by a train. As much as he wracked his brain, he couldnât remember what had happened. All he could recall was that heâd had those fuzzy-wuzzies in his grasp, and thenâŠ
All of a sudden, it came flooding back to him. That boy. He had dropped Love-A-Lotâs belly badge on him, and it had exploded in his face. After that, he was so out of his mind that heâd let them go willingly. He couldnât stop giggling. Frostbite must have taken him to bed after that. Coldheart sat up, about to start raging again, when a sudden splitting headache forced his head back on the pillow.
Uuuugggh⊠Donât wanna think about it right now⊠Even his thoughts were laborious and exhausted. Secondhand caring left one heck of a hangover. All he had the energy to do right now was go back to sleep. Well, except for one thing. As he dozed off, he had one more thought.
Mh, Iâll get âem back for this⊠somedayâŠ
Fin.
Based off of this image. Care Bears belongs to Those Characters from Cleveland. Professor Coldheart belongs to DiC. AU, character designs/versions are mine.
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The Pink Room: Part 2
The light in the bathroom flickered from the glow of candles the scent of coconut and vanilla swarming you in the tub. Harry had pulled a small table in next to the tub where two partially filled glasses of dark, rich, red sparkling wine sat reflecting the flames. In the candlelight the bubbles looked like little round glitter globes twinkling like stars in the sky. You could hear them popping softly along with the occasional trickle and whish of the bathwater around your intertwined legs. Youâd pulled your hair up in a high bun, but wisps had fallen wetly sticking to your neck as you leaned back against his chest. You feel deliciously well-worn, truly, and properly fucked from Harryâs introduction to the new room heâd had renovated here at the pink cottage; your place, no, our place, where there were no screaming fans, no podcasts to be recorded, just plenty of privacy and the priceless perfection of living in a bubble of warmth and togetherness. God forbid anyone who attempts to break that bubble. Youâd realized just how invasive people, even friends from long ago, could be over the last 24 hours and Harry had known how much you needed the comfort of some time here. Heâd also known how much you needed to feel his love and protection, at least as much as he could offer. You released a deep sigh, closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water. However luxurious you surroundings, your deepest satisfaction came from being wrapped up in his long arms.
Hearing your sigh he tightens his arms, hand splayed below your breasts. "YâOk?" He whispers next to your ear.
You take a sip of wine while your free hand intertwines with his on your tummy. âMmmmâŠso good. I justâŠbeing close to youâŠyour arms wrapped around me just soothes me. Youâre like human Xanax and Iâm utterly addicted,â you say, leaning your head back and kissing down his neck.
He smiles placing both yours and his glasses back on the table and wraps his arms around your shoulders tight. âI feel the same way. ItâsâŠnever had this befoââŠnoâ sure I ever wanted it âtil now.â
You raise your foot outta the water and curl your toes over the edge of the tub. He looks at your shiny wet leg and asks, âHowâre ya legs. Ya sore at all? Were stretched open for a good while.â
You angle your head back again, feeling the scruff on his face against your cheek. âIâm ok. Might feel it in the morning, but,â you rest your lips below his earlobe and continue with a whispered, âIâm fine right now, perfect actually.â
Turning his head toward you, he kisses your lips softly. âGood.â He clears his throat. âSo dâya really like the room?â
âHarry, its beautiful and private andâŠsexy,â you answer with a shy smile.
He smiles proudly, âWell, âs ours ta fill wiâ whatever we wanna fill it wiâ. Dâya have any ideas about whaâ else yaâd like to see in there?â
"Hmmm...not sure? I mean...IâŠ, those tricky ankle cuffs were a surprise, are they attached to the bed?" You ask quietly.
"Yeah, there's a couple at the bottom an' the top tucked away." He says a matter-of-factly. âD'ya see there's a leather covered bar across the headboard and the footboard so we have something to hold on to for balance or leverage," he says. "Course I can tie ya there too if I wan'" he whispers kissing the shell of your ear. "D'ya like being restrained?"
"More than I care to admit," you whisper shyly.
He smirks against your ear and tightens his arms around you, your breasts lying over his forearm. "But see, tha's wha' I'm talkin' 'bout. Wan' ya to admit it. Wanâ ya to admit everything. Don' hold back on me. This is our place to play."
You run your wet hand back and forth across his arm as he sways gently from side to side. "Ya screamed for me earlier...I liked it. I liked it a lot." He confesses kissing your temple. âMade me feel like a fuckinâ king.â
You giggle, âYeah, well, I was feelinâ pretty amazinâ myself at the time.â
You shift slightly in the water feeling the bubbles popping on your rigid nipples causing your to shiver. âHarry, do you think we can look at some stuff on-line and see what we might like to add?"
"Sure thin', love. Can order somethinâ if ya like.â He says into the room while he takes another drink of wine and returns his glass to itâs resting spot.
"How will we order stuff for here, I mean, it's not like we can have it shipped here, there's no one here to receive it?" You think aloud.
"Well,â he shifts sitting up a little straighter, âwanna talk to ya 'bout that. We can have things shipped to Ron and Helen." he says casually.
You quickly sit up and turn to look at him brows furrowed, "No way! We couldn't have them accept a delivery like that!" You whisper-shout incredulously.
He takes your cheeks in his hands, "Don't be mad, yeah?"
"Mad about what, Harry?" You say eyes as big as saucers, brows still furrowed.
"Well, Ron's the caretaker of the house, righâ?â You shake your head. âNeeded someone ta oversee the renovation, an', so he made sure everythin' was done the way I wanted and expected it ta be done.â
You mouth drops. "You mean he knows we have a fuck pad in our closet!"
He actually laughs out loud at that, out loud...he laughs.
"Harold Edward Styles! What the...! Oh My God, I could die!" You screech slapping your hands over your face. "Does Helen....I mean... she doesn't...?" You stammer shaking your head.
He just gives you a squeamish look and nods his head.
You flip around in the tub on your tummy between his legs your feet crossed at the lip of the tub and bury your face in your hands on his chest. âI cannot believe those sweet people know we have a room with a bed that has restraints attached to it.â
âBaby, I couldnâ do this wiâout them. Donâ be embarrassed. Theyâre actually very cool anâ I tell ya, they dinna even flinch when I told them whaâ I had planned. It was almost like they knewâŠlike ever since ya brought up their dining room table. Everythinâ in there was custom made by the both of them.â He emphasizes proud at their handiwork.
Still buried in his chest, you muffle, âThey donâ think weâre perverts?â
He laughs his little laugh and kisses the top of your head. âI mean maybe, yeah butâŠtheyâre cool abouâ it.â
You finally raise your head and he drags his fingers down your cheek. âThey get us. I think they did from the moâ we met.â
You shake your head.
âFuck padâ, really babe?" He chuckles, "can' even believe ya called it tha'.â
You roll your eyes and smack your hand on his chest and he throws his head back laughing.
He pulls you up so your face to face. âYa noâ mad are ya?â He asks, pouting, bottom lip sticking out.
"I mean...no, not mad, shocked and slightly embarassed, yeah, kinda." You whisper, "but I guess H, if weâre gonna trust them with our special little bubble world, they might-as-well, know what's here."
He smiles, "Yeah, exactly, anâ, babe, ya see how in love they are, no? 'S not like they've never had sex, they know it feels good anâ it's part of bein' in love."
Your eyebrows raise and your mouth opens. âOhhhhâŠI wonder what kind of sex they used to have,â you say with a giggle.
He laughs again. âYa mean âhaveâ, they prolly still get their freak on, I mean, we will when weâre their age.â He says, matter of fact ky.
You shiver a full body shiver at his reference to being together at that age. You smile fingering his cross pendant.
He carries on without notice. âYa canâ ever tell. Maybe they were wild 44 years ago. Who knows whaâ kinda furniture Ron built foâ themâŠâ he says, waggling his eyebrows and chuckling.
You giggle. âOk, I donât want to know that.â
âItâs ironic that I hafta trust sâmany people with my life when my life itself makes it hard ta find good people ta trust.â He murmurs looking down at your fingers on his necklace.
You canât help but look up into his eyes. They convey the uncomfortable aspect of his talent and notoriety, but he plants a false smile on his face immediately, like he has no right to feel even the least bit of regret. You reach up and smooth out his wrinkled forehead with your thumb and place a soft kiss to his lips.
He leans back, runs his wet palm down his face and shakes his head like heâs shrugging off a bad feeling then places a soft kiss to your lips. âYanno, I donâ careâŠI jusâ wanna make ya feel good (kiss) Wanna make ya scream (kiss) anâ writhe because of me (kiss).â He smiles against your lips. âGod, jusâ wanna make ya cum. Fuckinâ love makinâ ya cumâŠâs fuckinâ sexy.â He says, kissing you again.
âYeah, well, can I tell you a secret, mister?â You say looking up through your lashes.
ââCourse, can tell me anythinâ,â he rasps in his deep, slow voice.
âI like watching you cum too,â you murmur into his chest blushing. âItâs a powerful thing to see and hear, H. And I really like knowing I can take you there. Makes me feel very sexy.â
He slides his hand down your back, âYa are sexyâŠvery, very sexy.â His hands continue down to your bum and taps lightly and you gulp down a moan. âLook at me, ya like thaâ too doncha?â
You blush again furiously and then nod once.
He coaxes on a whisper, âNah, donâ havâ ta hide it, sweetheartâŠâs okâ
You nod your head again and meet his eyes, âyeah, it feels good when you spank me, it feels likeâŠlike you want me,â you shake your head, âI mean I know that doesnât make sense..â
"Actually, ta me,â he shakes your bum slightly to get your attention back to his face, âit makes complete sense, ya feel like ya can trust ya body to me, anâ that feelinâ âs amazinâ." He says brushing your hair behind your ear with his fingertip.
You turn your head to kiss his palm. âMmmmâŠwe should get outta here before we permanently prune," you say looking at his fingers. âAs much as I love being in here with you all wet and slick...
"Stop talkinâ, babe, or we won't make it outta here before I've fucked ya again," he tweaks your nose. "Maybe later, yeah? I'm getting cold and it's warm in the bedroom." you say with a shiver. Youâre just about to move when his tummy growls loudly. "Ha! And it sounds like you need somethin' to eat,â you giggle drumming his tummy with your hands.
"Can think of somethin' I'd like ta eat..." he rasps with a thick accent and a salacious grin.
You get out and dry each other off and he hangs the towels up to dry. "Grab that basket of fruit and I'll get my laptop, he says turning to leave the bathroom. He stops and turns around looking at you.
"What?" You ask with surprised eyes.
"Just..." he walks over and bends you backwards for a passionate kiss. "Love you." He taps your bum and walks into the bedroom to fetch his backpack where his laptop is.
You move to your regular bedroom with the basket and two bottles of water and climb into the beautiful bed with the tied curtains and pull the warm duvet over you. Harry returns, places the laptop on the bed and turns up the temperature on the gas fireplace. The flames cracke to life.
âOhhhâŠthank you. That feels better already. Iâd be warmer but someone wonât let me wear clothes in here,â you say tongue in cheek.
He chuckles and leans on the bed to kiss you. âToo sexy ta wear clothes,â he says, and crawls into bed next to you, placing the laptop on his lap on top of the duvet. He taps the keys and you grab a muffin out of the basket and pull a piece off for him to eat. âI found this websiteâŠthink itâll give us some ideas.â
You scoot closer and take a bite of muffin, giving him another one as well. He goes to the section he wants to review, and you see the product page fill up with all kinds of things. Your eyes go wide and brows go up as you look at the page. You take another bite of muffin to distract him from the flush of your skin. He notices anyway, of course. He opens his mouth waiting for you to place a bite of muffin on his tongue.
You gulp and stare at his tongue just a second longer than necessary and place a bit there.
He chews his muffin slowly, then moves his mouth close to your ear, âYa obviously saw somethinâ ya liked. Tell me what it is,â he breathes.
You break off another piece of muffin for him and he eats it from your fingersâŠslowly. You look at him and smile shyly. âUmmmâŠthe swing, you say and briefly close your eyes. âIâŠummmâŠI saw us using that in my mind.â
He smirks. âRon would hafta install thaâ. Yâok wiâ thaâ?â
âI meanâŠ.I may never be able to look him in the eye again but itâd be worth it if you fucked me in that swing,â you say with a giggle.
His eyebrow quirks. âMy sweet, dirty girl. Comes in hot pink too.â
âCan we look at it again?â You ask.
âSure,â he says and opens the product description.
You lean in to have a closer look and Harry doesnât even notice the screen, heâs too busy smiling and watching you look at each picture and read every word of the description. Heâs proud to see you embracing her sexuality with a sense of adventure.
âLook,â you say pointing to the picture, âit has a brace where my knees would go and youâd just swing me back and forth on it.â
âSounds wonderful to me,â he says still staring at you.
He finally looks down and puts it in the cart, selecting the pink color and goes back to scrolling through. âBabe, whaâ about a camera and telly in there?â
Youâre peeling a banana for him. âIâm ok with that.â
You hold the banana up to his mouth, he pops his tongue out and then takes it as far back in his throat as he can. âJesus H,â you say as he pulls back and takes a regular size bite. He smirks as he chews his banana. He keeps scrolling and gets to a selection of vibrators, dildos and butt plugs. He clears his throat.
You look at the section heâs on small butt plugs and then at him. âFor me or for you?â You ask, taking a bite of banana.
âWellâŠuh both of us, I guess,â he says with a smirk.
You suck your lips in your mouth and hold the last bite of banana out to him. âI..IâŠIâve never used one but IâmâŠcurious.â
He nods, âok,â he breathes out with a puff.
Youâve reached your arousal limit, youâre not sure how much longer you can look at this site. Youâre wet and you can tell by his shifting to uncross his legs, heâs hard under that computer.
You place the food basket on your bedside table. Then turn around and see Harry intently looking at something on the laptop screen. You watch his expression as he's clicking around looking at cameras, something heâs always been interested in. You slowly take the laptop from his lap, close the lid and make a big show of leaning across him, tits raking his chest, to set it on his bedside table. He keeps his hands midair where he was typing and smirks at you.
"Whatcha doin' babe?" He questions eyeing your face.
"It's time to put the computer away," you say biting your bottom lip.
"Yeah?" He asks quirking his eyebrow. You nod your head up and down while crawling over his thighs to straddle his lap.
"Oops, you have muffin crumbs on your chest," you say leaning down and licking along the cross pendant and the hairs in the middle of his chest. Leaning back you say, "Tsk, missed one, I'll get it," you lean over and lick closer to his nipple.
"Mmm.." he groans deep in his chest.
You run your tongue up his pec, over his collarbone, up his neck and to his ear. Laving his earlobe you breath into his ear and kiss the place just below his hairline. He runs his hands up the sides of your thighs to your bum and then scrapes his painted nails up your back.
You giggle in his ear, "Tickles, but in a good way."
"So does thaâ," he mutters shrugging his shoulder up over his ear. "Somethin' on ya mind, love?" He asks with a smug smile.
"Oh yeah, there's something on my mind," you say saucily.
"Yeah, mmmâŠwhatcha thinkin'?" He asks in a sing-song voice.
"Couple of things, and one big thing," you tease stroking your hand down to his cock.
"Oh, really? Care to share?" He says playing this game with you.
You cock your head and pout your lips to one side, "Hmmm? You sure you wanna hear?" You ask with a mysteriously thoughtful expression. His breathing as picked up slightly and he's swallowing. "Absolutely."
âActually I was thinking about getting my mouth on your cock, but the big thing I can't seem to get off my mind is..." you lean back up to his ear, "Fucking. Can't stop thinkinâ about⊠fucking. Think we can do something about that, honey?" You say running your finger up from his cock to his nipple and circling it.
He pulls you flush to him by your bum. âCanâ stop thinkinâ abouâ fuckinâ, hmmm?â
You shake your head no. âH, Iâm so wet for you. Canât get enough of you. Ever.â
He gulps. âBaby, canâ get enough of ya either. How dâya wanâ me ta fuck ya?â
âMmmmâŠâ you raise yourself, so your feet are flat on the bed, knees bent, bum hovering over his pelvis. His hands are gripping your hips hard helping you maintain the squat over him. You use your feet to pull back on him. âPut yourself in. Wanna feel every inch of you inside me.â
âFuck,â he says, as he uses his hand to guide his cock to your entrance.
You gasp as you lower and he slides into you. His hands pull you down just a bit further on his cock and you both groan.
âKiss me,â he pants out. You slant your lips over his. The only sound in the room is the sound of your lips smacking. Your tongue runs across his lips and then you gasp again as he opens his mouth, and you tangle your tongue with his. His hands are everywhere. Down your back, on your hips, up to your breasts, circling your nipples. You move your feet and raise yourself on his cock and start a slow rhythm, in and out, in and out. Every drop back down tickles your clit on his pubic hair and it doesnât take long before youâre panting against his lips.
âJesus fuckâŠcan feel ya clenchinâ on me,â he mutters through gritted teeth looking down where his cock is disappearing in your cunt.
His thumbs rub your nipples, causing them to harden even more and then his fingers pinch them.
âAhhhhâŠâ you cry out and clench down hard. âHarry, Iâm closeâŠso closeâŠgonna cum, gonna cum!â
Heâs panting against your mouth, lips wet and red, curl hanging down his forehead. âFuck, do it, babe, cum foâ me anâ then Iâll make ya cum again.â
You move a little faster and then your cumming for him, head thrown back, mouth slack you cry out his name. Youâre contracting hard around him. He latches his mouth to your nipple and moves you along his cock to prolong your release.
You grab his neck and fall forward breathing rapidly against his neck.
"I wan' another, love, I need another from ya." Heâs flexing his hips like he's a man on fire. Panting you kiss his shoulder. "Mmm, Hahhh⊠I'm still hangin' there, Harry...you feel that?" Your voice is high pitched as he tightens his arms around you.
"Fuck ya so tight around me right now!" He's still hard as a rock. "Lay back for me baby," he says leaning forward to lay you down on your back gently. He turns you over on your tummy, and jams a pillow under your pelvis propping your bum in the air. "Can ya take my weight on ya again?" he checks.
"Yes, please..." you whimper as he drapes his body over your back his pelvis aligned with your bum. He strokes his hands up your arms and threads his fingers over the top of yours burying his nose in you neck just below your ear. He slots his legs between yours and spread his knees wide, the position spreading your knees wide as well. You arch your back down tilting your hips back making your pussy more accessible. He groans, lines up his cock and tries to push in.
"Hahhhh," you moan with an open mouth.
"Babe, ya gonna have ta relax and lemme in. Ya clamped down hard I can' get in." He tries again and manages to get the head in, but your contracted tight. "God damn, feels so tight, love."
âHarry, itâs too muchâŠâ you sob out forehead digging into the duvet, hands gripping his fingers and the duvet. He pulls back and rakes his painted fingernails down one arm with his right hand.
He feels your hips lax a bit. He gets in your ear, "Feel good, hmm? Babe, I love ya an' wanna fuck ya till we both cum, but ya gon' halfta lemme in." he soothes. He continues to run his fingernails along your arm, cooing in your ear and little by little he's rocking his pelvis, pushing inside you a little bit more at time. "Feel so good, love, sâwet and warm. Is your clit touching the bed? Bet its pokin' outta your swollen âlil lips an' draggin' across the duvet. Ya gettinâ our bed wet, hmm?â He kisses the shell of your ear. âGon' lemme in all the way?" He pushes and the rest of his cock pops past that contracted muscle inside you and you both groan like wounded animals. "'M gonna stay still just like this and I want ya to cum again., I'll talk yeh through it."
You nod and whimper.
"Can ya give me a color, please?"
You groan out, "Green"
"Good job, good girl,â he says with a pleased smile. âCan ya clench on me, please." he asks nicely and you contract your inner muscles.
âMmmm, HarryâŠâ you say moaning.
"Do it again." He demands, and so you do. "Keep doin' thaâ over and over, just clench down on me again anâ again an' let's see if we can cum thaâ way. Go on, sweetheart, do it."
You begin to contract your muscles on his cock over and over repeatedly. You roll your head until youâre face down in the duvet. âHahh, HahhâŠfeels so good, H! So deepâŠâ
ââM hittinâ our spot, hmm? Made me sâhardâŠ,â he says biting his bottom lip.
You turn your head back to the side and take a deep breath and contract hard on him. âJesus, Harry!â Before you know it, that feeling has become so intense you just can't stop. Youâre breathing like you've run a marathon.
"Fuck, love, come on...I'm not gonna last much longer." He slips one hand under your pelvis finds your clit, runs his fingers on either side of it and pinches. Youâre flying and he canât take anymore. He rears back and thrusts forward hard and deep.
You pull your knees up on either side opening yourself wide and arch your back, tummy still on the bed. You look like a cat stretched out on the bed with your arms stretched out in front of you
Harry groans and pulls his knees up as he fucks into you. He raises up on his hands to make room for your pelvis to angle your pussy to him. This position puts him deep to the point heâs bottoming out deep. He grunts and thrusts deep, hips slapping your bum. He splays his hands on your waist and lower back and picks up a punishing pace. âLove fuckinâ ya so much,â he says on a hard thrust.
âUnghâŠUngh⊠please donât stopâŠ,â you plead, âIâŠmmm, want your cum.â
âI can feelâŠfuck, babyâŠ,â he plunges deep and pushes back raising up on his knees. ââM gonna cum!â He slaps his hand down hard on your right asscheek about to lose his balance, but the unintended effect is more than either of you expected.
âHarry! Do that again!â you screech.
He slaps down on your ass and stills deep roaring head thrown back with a tightly clenched jaw, and eyes squeezed shut tightly. âErrrahhhhhh!â he groans.
You feel his cock pulsing his cum inside you. Itâs warm and squeezing out around the edges. You can feel your mixed warm cream roll down to your clit and drip onto the duvet. Itâs the most erotic feeling you can every recall. He pulls out and you squeeze your thighs together and fall over to your side breathing hard; Harry falls flat in your place breathing equally as fast.
âOh. My. God. Harry.â You say in-between breaths. âThat was soâŠ.,â you shake your head trying to find the word.
âFucking hot?â he says muffled by the duvet in his face.
âUmmâŠyeah,â you say.
He smiles and holds up his hand waiting for a high-five; you reach up and slap his hand and he grabs it after pulling it to his mouth to kiss your fingers.
âThaâ, babe, âsa hellva teamwork job.â
You roll your face into the duvet giggling. âYeah, H, it was.â
He reaches over his head and pulls up a folded blanket spreading it over you both as you lay upside down on the bed, âCâmere, wanna hold ya,â he says pulling at your waist.
You roll over and settle into a spooning position, your back to his front and tuck the blanket under your chin wiggling in.
âYa warm ânough?â he asks tucking in the blanket around your midsection.
âYes, Iâm good,â you say with a contented sigh.
Arm slung over your ribs, leg tucked between yours, Harry settles and in a matter of minutes his breathing is steady and heâs lightly snoring. You feel your eyes droop as his breathing and heartbeat lull you to drift as well. You place your hand over his on your tummy and move it up to your chest between your breasts then bending your head to kiss the inside of his palm. âI love you HarryâŠâ you whisper into his fingers knowing you wonât get a response.
A few minutes later you hear him, rasp, âLove you too, baby,â and he kisses the back of your head.
Then you drift off into a very well-deserved sleep.
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Thing for Trouble (boba fett x fem!reader x din djarin) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)
Rated: explicit 18+
word count: 7.6k
warnings: threesome, smut, thigh riding, oral female receiving, handjobs, unprotected sex (dont be a deadbeat, wrap that shCMEAT), light choking, throne fucking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, pet names, sub? din? more likely than you think (also lmk if I missed any tags!)  Â
a/n: yall im sorry this is such garbage but kjkwejh here we be. I hOPE YOU ENJOY THE CIRCUS. thank you to everyone whoâs encouraged this so COME GET YALLS MANDO MEAT Â
There isnât much when he it comes to Tatooine and fun things to do. Thereâs pod acing, drinking, Sabaac tourneys, more podracing, gambling and scavenging. Unless thereâs a festival or some wild event, youâre stuck with boredom and whatever you can scrounge up for fun in the palace.Â
Now, donât get it wrongâif you had it your way, youâd spend every waking hour trialing behind Boba, but you donât want to smother. Fennec tooâwhile you enjoy her company, you know that half of the reason she sticks around is Bobaâs order for your protection. Kinda ruins the fun when you know she probably only tolerates you because sheâs being paid to. Eh whateverâdoesnât stop you from tagging along on as she runs errands in townâbesides, today you actually have a reason to be here instead of loitering like a lost puppy.Â
Fennec tells you to be safe and com her the second trouble rears its ugly head and disappears into the weapons shopâmuttering about her prized rifle being jammed or something. You donât know, all you hear is that you have the entire afternoon to yourself to hunt down your oh so elusive prize. Star cherries. Â Â
The markets are always vibrant. Jam packed with people from each and every corner of the galaxy, hundreds of booths and stalls selling their wares that varies from foods to jewelry to even bounty services. Tempting as is it is to peruse the sparkly rows of dainty necklaces and rings or inspect the vast array of beige ponchos and manilla undershirtsâyou have a purpose. A once a year chance you refuse to let go to waste. Â
The shabby booth is tucked near the end of the street, the mountain of the little red fruits looking comical compared to the withered old lady who sits beside them. She flashes you a gap-toothed smile, the crowfeet wrinkles surrounding her eyes scrunch with the movement. âAh! I was wondering when youâd show, dear.âÂ
âHello, Mrs. Feraan,â you greet, bending at the was it to kiss her wrinkly cheek. The old vender was one of the first kind souls you met here when you arrived on Tatooine. In return for a couple compliments or an offer to be the lab rat to test her new recipes for pie or tarts, she hooks you up with the best of the cherriesâhandpicked with love. âHowâs business today?â
She waves her hand in dismissal, her silver rings glinting in the sun. âSame as always, child.â
Eventually you work your way through the pleasantries and a couple, long winded tangents. The sort that only old people can flawlessly spin and keep you engaged. Trials and tribulations to earn your prizeâyou donât mind sacrificing a couple hours.
Finally youâre allowed to walk awayâcherries in hand and exceedingly eager for your sweet snack. Unfortunately, suffering through Mrs. Feraanâs old childhood laments is not the only bump in the road you have to face.   Â
Granted, it is your faultânot looking where your feet are taking youâ
Your temple crashes into something agonizingly hard. You swear you hear a quiet bonk when your skull collides with the mystery material and fucking hellâyou probably have a concussion from the force of it.Â
Unbothered by your probable brain injury, youâre far more concerned with the cherries spilling onto the ground and so, as you flail and dramatically topple overâthe brunt of your fall is cushioned by your shoulder. Something pops and yeah, ok, maybe you just tore a ligament butâkriffing worth it for the cherries you miraculously saved from their dusty graves.  Â
Your temper flares as you spot the dirty brown boots pointed in your direction. Maneuvering yourself up so you donât also get trampled by the crowd, you bare your teeth and put on your best impression of a terrifying force of nature despite the fact youâve been knocked flat on your ass. âWhat the fuckââ
The words shrivel up and die upon your tongue as your eyes slide up the strangerâs legs, broad shoulders sporting the shiny armor that twinkles in the midday suns. They then settle on an all too familiar helmet. Well, sortaâyouâre familiar with a certain red and green one, not the equivalent of a wearable disco ball.
You squint as the strangerâs head dips to look at you crumpled at his feet. You dust yourself off and point an accusing finger. âFuck is your problem standing in the middle of the road?â
The stranger quirks their head. âYou ran into meâmaybe you should watch where youâre stepping.â
The raspy voice is a striking sound. Mellow and silky even as it passes through the vocoder and dresses it in static charm. Some of your anger melts awayâmaybe this is the friend Boba was talking aboutâitâd make sense. Theyâre wearing the same type of armor⊠Â
You shake your head and shove down your pride. You donât think Boba would appreciate you chewing his ear off. âSorryâyouâre right.â
As you readjust your clothes and precious cherries you introduce yourself with a tiny smile. Yet just as you're about to ask him his name he interjects with a step forward. You flinch away but all he does is sweep back a strand of hair from your forehead, revealing a little nick in the skin. You hiss as his fingertips scrape against it--great, an actual head wound. âAre you alright?â
Makerâhere you are, after yelling at him and he finds it in him to be compassionate. You wave away his concerns. âY-yeah--peachy.âÂ
He apologizes with a dip of his head and words soaked in regret and fuck--now you feel bad. You wrack through your brain and search for last ditch attempts to fix this little mishap and settle with a half baked idea. Itâs dumb--but hey, if it works, it works. Â
âSeriously, itâs fine. But I mean, if youâre so worried, how about you walk me home and we call it even?â You propose, sticking out your hand to seal the deal. If your assumptions are right, heâd just be tailing you the whole way home anyway. âIâm headed towards the palace, so if itâs not too much out of your way thenââ
He hesitates and interrupts by taking your hand. âAlright. Deal.âÂ
You smile. âLovely.âÂ
On the return trip, Din is quietâtells you his name and responds to your conversation fillers with interested humsâbut other than that he remains on the silent end. Intriguing with a rounded softness unlike the armor he wears--a man of mystery much like  a certain someone who awaits you back home. Well--Din is less grumpy--by a long shot...but still. Itâs easy to spot some of their shared similarities. Â
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Upon arriving at the castle you part ways with Din before he reaches the throne room--youâre not too excited about showing off your new battle scar yet and while it was an accident, making an entrance with Din will make it far too easy to link the injury with him. Besides, you donât wanna risk scaring off your new friend if Boba decides to showcase that tightly sealed lid of anger and brutality.Â
Instead you take the long way around the palace. Soon, muffled voices carry through the long corridors, growing louder as you work your way back from the kitchens. You round the corner, catching glimpses of Boba and your new friend through the pillars that prop up the low ceiling. You donât meant to spy, but you do so anyway, hesitant on interrupting. Â Â Â
That is...until Boba cocks his head to the side and settles his eyes onto the pillar you hide behind. âIt seems we have a little shadow with us today.âÂ
You suck in a breath as your heart skips in a thrumming pace. Boba addresses you by name and crooks his fingers in a lazy motion for you to step out into the lightârevealing yourself to the small party of two. âCome here, little one.â
The low light catches off of Dinâs helmet with a glittering sparkle when he swivels his head. The tiny, warped figure of yourself reflects in mirror-like pieces of smelted beskar as his shoulders pull tight with recognition. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep the smile that threatens to crack across your face at bay. Boba is no foolâhe excels in the subtleties of shifting eyes and clenched fists to hide anxiety or closely guarded informationâsickeningly familiar with your own quirks and tells, butâ Â
Thereâs no reason to reveal Dinâs little secretânot yet. Boba called him a friend but you truly have no clue what the depths of that word entailed. Friend could mean anything from a casual acquaintance, to an old childhood bond, and or anything in between. You sigh and brush past him, mentally congratulating yourself for keeping a cool mask of indifference etched into your features. If Din wants to open that can of worms then so be itâyou werenât the one offering to walk random people home.Â
You step onto the dais and slide your free hand into Bobaâs outstretched palm. The worn leather tickles up your forearm and locks over your elbow, silently demanding you to sit on his lap. Thereâs plenty of room to both sit on the throne but noâBoba prefers you tucked against the cool metal of his cuirass. You grunt as the bowl of star cherries you cradle dangerously dips when Boba adjusts your weight over his thighs. Â
His fingers pull back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear and then spider along your jawline. The ends of his mouth quirk as Boba pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, capturing your undivided attention. âI donât like it when you lurk in the shadows, little one. Youâre allowed to listen.
You huff. âI knowâbut lurking is fun.â
Boba releases your chin with a scoff. âFoolish, girl.â You dip your chin with a sheepish grin as heat rushes to your cheeks. You briefly forget about the tiny nick adorning your right temple, the only thing you were trying to keep hiddenâbut Boba is all too quick to notice. âWhat is this?â
He pushes your hair out of the way of the cut, inspects it, then curls his fingers around your jaw to demand an answer. You refuse to let your eyes wander over to Dinâwhat a dead giveaway that would beâand instead muster up enough courage to hold the weight of his stare.Â
âI tripped at the markets,â you sayânot a complete lie. âItâs just a little scratchâno biggie.â
Boba squints in suspicion and grumbles a soft hm. You feel his chest rise and fall with a deep sighâhe wonât argue about it right now. Not a battle worth his while when youâre keen on keeping the full truth behind a wall of teeth and anxieties. Bobaâs hand falls away, gestures to Din who still stands stiffer than a stature, then lays it over the golden armrest. âIâm sure youâve noticed our guestââ
Din tips his head in acknowledgement.Â
âThe rightful ruler of Mandalore,â Boba continues. âDin Djarin.âÂ
Din DjarinâŠdespite already knowing his name (or half of it, at least) you like the way it rolls off the tongueâlike how itâs seemingly made to be repeated and carved into the walls of some ancient script. Your knowledge on all things Mandalorian isâŠlimited to say the least but you know enough about the rumors.Â
âIsnât Mandalore supposed to be haunted?â You donât mean for your words to be a pointy jab to the ribs but regardless, it strikes a tender chord within the Mandalorian. You wince as Din shifts his weight and clenches his palmâa long story. âSorryâIâIâm sure your home is lovely, all I know about it are dumb ghost stories about evil wizards and laser swords.âÂ
The blood under your cheeks burn red hot. Great. Not only are you a complete bantha brain, youâve also managed to sound like an impudent child. Boba soothes a thumb over your thigh as you curl into yourselfâbastard. He thinks this is funny. Â Â Â Â
âItâs not my home,â Din responds, albeit tentatively. âNever been.â
Your brows furrow. Alrighty then. Â
Boba snorts and shakes his head. He mutters something in Mandoâa and lazily waves his hand, dismissing the line of conversation entirely. It was turning into a dumpster fire anywayâ Â
With a slow exhale, you remove yourself from the discussion and instead tuck your head under Bobaâs chin. The beskar is cold against your cheek but it feels nice against the sweltering midday heat. Â
Their conversation fades in and out as you rest your head over Bobaâs cuirass, listlessly picking through the bowl of fruit for the ripest ones. You sighâthe next cherry you bring up to your lips is intercepted as Bobaâs hand clamps around your wrist and redirects it into his own mouth. You donât find it in you to be grumpy about the stolen treat when Bobaâs tongue slides over your sticky fingers. Still holding your wrist captive, he sucks the tip of your thumb into the warm heat of his mouth and curls his tongue around the digit. Your index finger is given the same treatment before your hand is returned. The beginnings of arousal spark to life below your belly, and fuckâthat shouldnât have been soâŠsoâŠhot.Â
Dinâs smoky baritone fades into background noise as the entirety of your attention zeroâs in on Bobaâs mouth. You purse your lips and suck in a shaky breath, then return your hand to the bowl to fish out another fruit. You donât need any guidance this time around as you bring the cherry to his mouthâthe crimson juice spilling down your palm and part of your arm as his teeth pierce the fragile skin. You breath hitches as Boba dips his head, catching the bead of liquid running down your arm with the tip of his tongue, then swiping s a slow trail up, and over the lines of your palm. He plants a careful kiss there, then breaks away.Â
Before you have the chance to reach for another one, Boba plucks a cherry from the bowl and rests it against the seam of your lisp, inviting you to partake in this little game heâs created. A wicked smirk curls over his mouth as you acceptâthe tart flavor of the fruit spilling over your tastebuds as you chew and swallow. A little wine escapes you as his leather-clad thumb rolls over your bottom lip, bushes past the barrier of your teeth and seats the digit into your mouthâall the way down to the third knuckle.Â
You hardly notice the moment Dinâs voice tapers off into silenceâmuch too enraptured with the taste of leather and the smooth feel of it over your tongue. You gag slightly when Bobaâs thumb reaches the back of your throat, then retreats just as slow. The string of saliva that still connects the digit to your wet mouth, drips over your chin and part of your lip, eliciting a jagged, echoey breath that crackles through Dinâs vocoder.Â
Boba grinsâsomething that better belongs on a sneering jackal just about to pounce on unsuspecting prey with needle sharp talons, rather than his face. His eyes drift up to address his guest. âDo you see something you like, Mandâalor?â
Dinâs head jerks, averting his gaze to anywhere but the throne. He murmurs a weak apology and shifts his weight to his other legâacting as if he were to look at you a second time, itâd burn him to a crisp or force him to confront Boba Fettâs wrath. Obviously, neither thing would happen, but Din still remains unsure with his foothold in this situation. Â
âI see how you look at her,â Boba drawlsânot an accusation, just a statement brought to light. Bobaâs hand drops to your thigh, the warm weight of it resting just past your knee as Din swallows his nerves and returns his gaze. âItâs alrightâa pretty little thing like her is bound to turn heads.âÂ
A blush hotter than wildfire licks up your cheeks as Din nods in agreement. âSheâs beautifulâŠyouâre a lucky man.â
Bobaâs grip on your thigh hoards you closer to his chest. He is and heâs fully aware of that fact, but thereâs no need to admit such a thing when itâs so blatantly obvious. A lull in the conversation creates a palpable tensionânervous energy and a choice to let this is fade into nonexistence orâŠor breathe life into that flickering ember of unsaid desires.  Â
Your heart leaps into your throat when Boba shatters the silence and addresses you. âYouâre awfully quiet, princessâŠwhat do you think?â
Heâs placing whatever this is into your hand and leaving you to call the shots. Youâve always been a troublemaker and thereâs no will or way as to why youâd stop now. You look between your lover and Din as a smile curls over your face. âI thinkâŠif heâs so interestedâwhy not give him a show? After all, he did bring me homeâhe deserves some reimbursement for the trouble.â
Bobaâs shoulders jolt with a chuckle. âHow chivalrous.â You shiver as he strokes the back of his finger down your cheek. âFine, as you wish, little oneâgo play.âÂ
Giddy excitement bubbles through your chest as Boba offers Din to take a seat on the edge of the dais. Din still has an option to escape, to slip through the cracks and pretend this never happenedâbut stars, you hope he stays. Din takes a step forward, then anotherâand another until heâs standing before the throne. He studies the raised edge and gingerly takes a seat.Â
You abandon your bowl of cherries onto the forearm of the throne and slip off Bobaâs lap. You drift over to Din, his gloved fingers clenching and unclenching as they rest over his thigh plating. Heâs purposefully avoiding your eye as you kneel beside himâstill locked onto that niggling fear that this could be some sort of trick or test in resolve. Â Â Â
Smiling sweetly, you skate your hand over his knucklesâguiding his large palm to your waist and then under and up your loose shirt and bra. Din mutters a curse as you place his palm over your breast. âIâm glad you stayed.â
Pleased with his reaction, you peel off your shirt and bra, breath hitching as Din pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. âSameâI thinkâŠâ
With a bit more bravery backing his movements, Din pulls away briefly, shucks off his gloves and encompasses both your breasts. Theyâre warm and calloused, riddled with silvery scars that stand out against his brown skin, a storybook of past battlesâwon and lostâall equally important to the fibers of his being that stitch him together into a whole. His hand whispers down the length of your ribcage, no doubt feeling the thrum of your heart beating wildly against the cartilage and bone. It tickles over the swell of your hips thenâ Â Â Â Â
âYou said you wanted to give him a show,â Boba drawls behind you, a sharp twinge of hostility lacing his words. âSo enjoy the show, Mandâalor, ând keep your hands to yourself."
Din recoils at the verbal reprimand and drops his hands speedier than a flash of lightning. You frown and throw a glare over your shoulder. Bastard. Boba quirks a brow and runs his thumb over his lip, the edged sparkle in his dark eyes taunting you into challenging him. You huff and turn a cold shoulder.Â
âSorry, Din,â you purr, scrounging up any and all back up plans to keep you both entertained. âSeems my king isnât as generous I thought.â
Din withers a bit at the catty remark, keeping his lips sealed tight as Boba growls your name in warning. You donât pay him any mind.Â
You puff up your cheeks and release the air in a steady stream, as your eyes scrape over Dinâs armored thigh. Okâyou can work with that. It wouldnât be breaking any rulesâŠnot technically. You step away, paw at your waistband and let the breezy fabric pool over around your ankles, your underwear quickly joining the pile.Â
Now bare, you return to Dinâs side, his careful inhale distorted into choppy static as you straddle his thigh. He lifts both hands, intending to grab at your waist, but pauses midair. No touching. You lips tilt with a smirk as he clenches his fists and pins his hands to the cool stone instead, an attempt to curb that urge to reach for you. His shoulders knit together when you mold your hand in the gap between his shoulder pauldron and cuirass to give yourself some sort of balanceâobviously not used to a soft touch. Â
You lower yourself and hiss through clenched teeth. Itâs fucking freezing. Goosebumps rush up each limb as the wet warmth of your cunt meets the frigid beskarâthe chill much colder than you initially expected. Itâs one thing to touch the beskar with an open palm and another thing entirely to feel against such an intimate part of yourself. Dinâs visor drops to look between your legs as you give your hips an experimental roll.Â
Itâs different. Youâre used to hardened muscle and fabric, or your own fingers while pleasuring yourself. Your breath hitches as Dinâs thigh twitches, the smelted seam of the cuisse bumping against your throbbing clit.Â
âSorry,â Din mumbles, âDidnât meanââ
âItâs ok,â you smile, rocking your hips to ease into the sensation. âJust surprised me.â
The pace you set is slow, careful not to overwork your nerves as your arousal blooms and metastasizes like simmering coals low in your groin. With each lecherous pull of your cunt against his thigh, the beskar begins to warm to the temperature of your skinâthe wetness between your thighs abating the friction and making the surface slippery. A low gasp escapes you once you find the right ridge and angle that just grinds perfectly against your aching clit. Your fingers dig into the cowl of Dinâs cloak.Â
âShitâfeels good.â Like your voice and little moans jumpstart Dinâs ability to move, his large hand drifts to the front of his trousersâan already sizable bulge tenting the dark brown fabric. You squeak as Din's leg jolts for a second time, a burst of dizzying ecstasy wracking up your spine with the choppy movement.Â
You suck in another raspy breath as your attention drops to his hand that cups his cock and palms himself through his trousers. You chew your bottom lip and clench your fist gripping his cowl, still gyrating your hips over the beska as Din hooks his thumb into his waistband and pulls them down, slow as molasses.Â
Fucking hellâheâs bigger than you initially imagined. Flushed a rosy brown, and half hard already, twitching as Din wraps his fingers around the thick length. Din lifts his head, gauging your interest or disapprovalâbut kriffâwho the fuck would ever be unhappy with that sorta heat heâs packing? You bite your bottom lip, scouring your brain for ideas to convince Boba into letting you taste Dinâbut your plotting is abruptly cut short.Â
Boba sits up and off the throne, his presence looming over your shoulder as he lowers to one knee. You shiver and arch your neck, exposing more of your vulnerable throat as Boba runs the fingertip of his pointer finger down the side of your cheek. âAre you enjoying yourself, princess?â Â
You nod, eyes fluttering shut as Boba opens his palm and cradles your jaw. You groan and roll your head back onto your shoulders as Boba snakes one hand around your hip and jolts you forward and downâdisrupting the slow rock with a catastrophic interference. Unrefined bolts of plasma shoot up your spine as desire licks up thighsâyou need more.Â
Boba dips his head and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You grunt when his teeth sink into your flesh, worrying a bruise into your skin. Boba laves his tongue over the throbbing area, then licks a wet trail up to the shell of your ear, all the while you continue to grind on Dinâs thigh. Boba nibbles your earlobe and whispers your nameâthe sound sweeter than any symphony could ever hope to make. Like smoke over deep water or the surging crackle of energy just before a thunderstorm high up in the mountains.Â
âYouâre allowed to touchâŠâ he says with a rough chuckle. âGo on.â
Your noise of agreement is quickly muffled as Boba interrupts you with a feverish kissâall open mouthed and breathless as his tongue curls around yours. Your chest heaves for precious air as Boba retreats just as abruptly as it began. With a satisfied smirk ghosting over his lips, he taps you below the chin and returns to his throne to continue observing.    Â
Dropping your eyes between Dinâs legs, his cock, hardened to its full glory and held casually in his calloused hand, is truly a sight. Your pulse thrums in your ears as Din rolls his wrist and pumps his length, the velvety skin shifting over what looks like fucking beskar underneath. It strains towards his navel as you watch with wide eyes, mesmerized with the way he touches himself.Â
Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you touch your hand to his wrist. Din shudders like your skin is made of sizzling embers thatâs broken off the tail end of shooting starâlike youâre something too luminous and dangerous to be handled by someone like him. You lift your gaze, smiling into that darkened void of the visor and gracing him with a toothy smile. âWill you let me touch you, Din?â
He nods and utters a breathy yes.Â
Fuck yeah. Â Â
Din sucks in a stuttered breath when your hand circles around his thick length. His hips jolt into your palm as you slide your fist to the base then all the way back up. Precum beads over the tip, dribbling down and coating your knuckles with sticky wetness. It eases some of that friction as you fall into an easy rhythm, matching your rocking hips with each pump of his cock.Â
Dinâs stuttered moans fill the small space between you, dragging you closer to your release thatâs suddenly so close. He whines as you abandon his length to chase after your high, your arousal leaking from your center and dripping down the sides of the beskar. Din takes his cock into his hands, fisting himself to your little show of breathy wines and rough jerking of your hips over his thigh.Â
Din says your name attached with a broken moan and itâs overâ Â Â
Everything seizes up tighter than a jaw clamp as your tumble off that jagged peak of searing, white hot pleasure. Itâs raw, sparking off like a blade to metal, burning you from the inside out as you cum. Your cunt clenches around nothing, your thighs shaking as you curl inward as if he punched you in the fucking gut. It feels like he did. Makerâthe cool beskar against your throbbing clit is like youâve been thrown to the mercies of an electrical surge.Â
It doesnât help either that Din is still pumping his length, hips stuttering as he brings himself to his own euphoric high. The air in your lungs seizes when a fragile groan, light and airy passes through the vocoder. Din rocks his hips into his fist, onceâtwice and then heâs throbbing and cumming into his hand. Hot ropes of his release splatter up his chest plate and parts of your thighs, his helmet nearly knocking into you as he hunches foreword from the intensity of it.  Â
Too exhausted to keep yourself upright, you smash your cheek against his cuirass, involuntarily twitching as the last little waves of pleasure prickle through the rest of your nerves. You whine as you watch Din move his hand to collect some of your wetness coating his thigh. He brings two fingers stained with your slick to the lip of his helmet, pushes it up with his thumb just far enough to sink the two digits into his mouth. He groans out a quiet fuck, and repeats the action, swiping his fingers through the mess youâve made and feeding it to himself. Your cunt clenches as you catch a sliver of his pink tongue that twists between his thick fingers. Â
He groans and rolls his head back onto his shoulders. âPleaseâcan I taste you? FuckâI-I need my mouth on you.âÂ
Starsâthe mere idea of it stokes the dwindling flames into a blaze of want. You look up at Boba and puff out your bottom lip. Pouting and begging hardly ever gets you what you want under normal circumstancesâBoba Fett is more stubborn than a rancorâbut you hope just this once heâll be lenient. Â
Boba holds out his gloved handâsummoning you to his lap without a lick of protest on your end. Din however makes a sound akin to a whimper when you leave him. Boba gathers you in his arms for the second time, the leather a strange sensation as it spiders down your ribcage and around your hips. You can feel his hardness poking into your backside once you settle against himâhis chest plate a cold shock to your naked flesh. You shiver and bury your nose into the crook of his neck, poking your tongue out to taste him. Bobaâs cock twitches under you as your teeth sink into him with a cheeky nip. Â
âIs that what you want, little one?â Boba rumbles in question. His right hand glides lower, grabbing a handful of your thigh and squeezing. You groan and keen out a whine of affirmation.Â
Boba cocks his head towards Din. âWell? Youâve got your wishâdonât keep her waiting.âÂ
Din shakily standsâhesitating with removing his helmet for enough time that you notice the silence that follows. The vocoder crackles as Din sighs. âDo you trust her?â
âWith my life.â Boba states it without a second thought. Your heart twists, golden light spilling from your lungs and staining your insides with devotion and fuzzy affection. You press a soft kiss over Bobaâs jaw. Â
âIs sheâŠâ Din speaks a word in Mandoâa you have no hope to decipherâeither no direct translation or heâs purposefully left you in the dark.Â
Based on the way Boba almost imperceptibly tenses, you guess the latter. Boba responds with a grunt and an unsure dip of the chin. The answer is complicatedâthat much you can gatherâŠyou push it to the back of you brain for now.Â
Din nods, inhales, and steels his nerves. Plastering his hands around the shiny helmet, he tugs it off with a slow reveal of dark, patchy facial, plush lips and wavy brown hair that falls around his olive skin. And oh, his eyesâsoft chestnut brown eyes that hold such ache within themâlost things, broken bones, wearing his wounds like decoration upon his chest. Forged in the flames of war, risen from the ashes with murder and mercy rolled into one. Â Â Â
You wish him a kinder future. One that doesnât end with pain and a blaze of an unchecked wildfireâthe same way how all heroes end up as martyrs. Â
Thoughâright nowâyou can be the beginning of softer things for Din. You smile and invite him closer, a vortex of anxiety peppered with arousal as his eyes flit over your naked body. He sets his helmet to the side with care and drifts to the foot of the throneâfuck, heâs broad. Why hadnât you noticed that before? Â
Your mental berating is severed when cool air meets the wet heat of your cunt as Boba hooks your thighs over his knees, spreading you wide as far as your hips allow. Dinâs unfiltered moan at the sigh of you, sends a volt of electricity through every vein. Din lowers himself to one knee, and then the other, shuffling between yours and Bobaâs legs.Â
âCan I touch?â He asks, soft brows raising in question.Â
Boba lazily raises two fingers in a motion of permission. Your chest tightens at the sight of Dinâs boyish grinâwarm palms settling over the sharp bend of your knees. His thumbs trace soothing circles over the skin and right as Din decides to swoop down, Boba catches him by the hair atop his head and yanks. Din gruntsâthe long, arched line of his neck a tempting sight as he swallows. âNo marks.â Dinâs jaw clenches, but nonetheless, he agrees to Bobaâs command.Â
Boba hums in satisfaction and untangles his fingers from the mess of Dinâs soft curls. Dinâs brows pinch together for half a tick but smooth out in the next breath. No use being irritatedâespecially right now. Â
As directed, Din leaves not a scratch. Instead he scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth along the insides of your thighs, threatening to catch soft flesh between themâbut he knows better than to act on the urge. He laves his warm tongue over each freckle or blemish he finds, leaving no patch of skin undiscovered as licks a steady trail to his prize. Din mouths a warm kiss over the crease of your thigh, and smooths his calloused hands over your hips, settling for a moment to trace little circles with his thumbs onto the soft protrusion of bone there. Seemingly satisfied, he then shifts them closer to your aching cunt. His hot breath fans over your cunt as he uses his thumbs to glide through your folds, almost curious with his exploration. He makes a little hum of appreciation low in his throat when the pads of his thumbs part your soaking folds. Â Â
You whimper and bury your face into the crook of Bobaâs neck, his warm palms a much needed comfort as they tickle down your ribcage, then sweep back up to cup your tits. You cry and archâ Dinâs tongue is scaldingâlike liquid velvet as he dips the tip of his tongue from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit. Din sucks on the little bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue until youâre crying out, molten pleasure zipping through your abdomen. He grunts as your fingers tangle into his hairâkriff.Â
Fuck, you need more. Â
Arching into his mouth, all thoughts are transfigured and molded into a vicious loopâbeginning with those adoring brown eyes, the color of freshly tilled earth and the warmth of sunlight over dappled aspen leaves in the balmy summer afternoons. It ends with soft lipsârose petal pink with devotion crystallizing in his mouth like sugarâmadness and uncertainty and lovesick desire is all that he is and youâre not sure if youâll come out of this unscathed. Â Â
He sinks two deliciously thick fingers into your clenching hole and curls them, only to retract them a moment later to shovel more of your wetness onto his tongueâas if simply using his mouth wasnât enough for him. Like he needs to savor every drop of your arousal like the golden ambrosia the gods feast upon in their palaces of cloud and endless twilight.Â
That frenzied desperation lingers on the edges of his movements like heâs afraid youâll fade away like a hand through fogâbut youâre going nowhere. Youâd stay here, suspended in time forever if the choice were up to you.Â
You whine and arch off Bobaâs chest plate as Din strokes and curls his fingertips, plucking little gasps and moans from you easier than breathing. He zeros in on that little spot that makes your leg go all jittery and forces out high pitched mewls that echo through the throne room. Youâre careening towards another high, the sensitivity of your last orgasm amping up the influx of pleasure.Â
âStarsâDin. CloseâIâm so close,â you gasp, pulling his hair tight enough that you know it must stingâat least a little bit. He makes no sign that it does, just groans and buries his tongue into your dripping hole, licking alongside his fingers that shovel more of your wetness into his mouth.Â
Your release zips through your body like a flash floodâquick and fatal that leaves you gasping for air and struggling not to let your head dip below the waves. Your high seeps into each limb until they feel heavier than lead. Fuckâitâs so hard to work through the muddled thought and remember where exactly you are. You groan and toss your head back as Din keeps going. Â Â
âAnother oneâlet meââ He moans, opening his mouth as wide as itâll go so he can devour more of you. You can feel the mixture of saliva and your own arousal dripping down your cunt and over your thighs, some of it pooling on the throne or onto the floor. Your thighs shake as Din pushes you towards another high. Â Â Â Â
You squeak as Bobaâs palm sweeps up your sternum, locking his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. The tip of his nose nuzzles into your cheekâsilently demanding a well earned kiss as his hips rock into your ass, grinding his cock for the barest scrap of friction. You moan into his mouth as Din doubles his efforts, raw and bordering that serrated edge of overstimulation and ecstasy. Â
Goosebumps rush over your arm as Boba places his lips right beside the shell of your ear. You feel the sticky heat of his breath fan over your throat and shoulder, and the way his lips skim your ear when they move to form the syllables of his words. âSuch a filthy princessâŠâ
You clench around Dinâs fingers and moan a half garbled, âBobaââÂ
His weathered palm encompasses the entirety of your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb. âIf only you could see yourselfâŠdripping all over my throne and another manâs tongue.â Boba clicks his tongue and shakes his head. âDepraved creatureâcum for your rightful king.âÂ
Wildfire chars your insides as it begins in your core and sweeps through your body. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you buck and squirm in their armsâno mercy as the prickly waves of your orgasm make you hypersensitive to each touch. Even the hold on your hip, while innocent in nature, is blistering as if you suffered from a fever. You shudder as a salty tear rolls down your cheek. Boba catches it with his tongue as your ears pick up Dinâs raspy praiseâthanking you while spattering reverent kisses up your thighs.Â
Struggling to keep your eyes open, you do spot the apparent wetness soaking through the front of Dinâs trousers. Fuckâheâhe came again while eating you out. You whimper and rest the back of your head over Bobaâs shoulder. Â
Your belly flinches under his scratchy facial hair as Din travels up, seizing and worshiping every inch heâs freely given before intercepted. He catches your nipple between your teeth, tugs a bit then moves to the other, lavishing equal attention with adoring lips and sweet whispers. When he reaches your collarbone, youâre boxed in against his chest plate and Bobaâs. A blush blooms under your cheeks hotter than stare fire as Din gingerly sucks your earlobe into his mouth and breathes out a muted moan of your nameâcommitting the very essence of you to his memory for the rest of his days.Â
Your heart squeezes tight like a clenched fist when he mumbles another thank you. Plucking up a smidge of courage, he risks planting a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. You blinkâdespite the sweetness of the gesture you wince as Boba snarls a curt phrase in Mandoâa. Din peels himself away with a minuscule frown and slinks away. Â Â Â Â Â
Yet before you have the chance to remedy the situation of wounded pride and territorial jealousyâBoba tightens his hold on your hips and flips you both, so that now your back is smashed against the seat of the throne, a bit crumpled and sorta folded in half. Your hips hang off the edge as Boba holds the majority of your weight, grinding his clothed cock between the apex of your thighs.Â
âDonât forget, princessââ Boba barks, slithering a hand up the column of your throat. You breath hitches as he lightly presses his palm down. ââwhat belongs to me.â
Reaching between you, he slides his gloved fingers through your slick folds and sinks two of them inside of your clenching center. You jolt as his thumb scrubs over your clit, still sensitive and edging towards too much.Â
âYou want me to fuck you here?â He asks, shifting his hold to grip your jaw insteadâthe rounds of his fingertips digging firmly into the flesh and bone. âSay it.â Â Â Â
You gasp and scrabble weakly at Bobaâs shoulders as he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit. âPlease, Boba! Please fuck meâI need it.âÂ
Boba folds over you, his breath fanning hot and hungry against your cheek. He devours your mouth with a discordant edge, like heâs trying to prove to the entire galaxy you are unmistakably his despite the fact youâre already wound so tightly around his fingers. Boba wrenches himself free and tears at his robe and trousers to free his thick length, leaking and flushed a rosy brown at the tip. He doesnât keep either of you waiting as he removes his fingers and replaces them with something bigger.   Â
You both groan as he lines himself up with your entrance and sinks into you, a delicious stretch that leaves you shivering beneath him. âFuckâso wet for me.â
The first roll of his hips makes an obscene noise that showers shame down your throat, but itâs quickly kicked to the back of your brain as he slams back into your cuntâobliterating all thoughts save for him. Bobaâs lip curls over his teeth as he claws at your thighs and yanks them over his shoulder, crushing you even further between the throne and the weight of his body. Each stroke is a liquid fire, tearing you apart at the seems while at the same time stitching you back together and leaving your body begging for more. Like this, itâs as if heâs reaching the deepest part of you, pounding into your cunt and hitting every nerve with deadly precision. Your legs prickle with the stretch as you squirm beneath him, stuck with the brunt of rough thrusts and violent stamina with nowhere to go. Â
âBeinâ such a good girl for me." He hums into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulders. He sucks a mark there and tangles a hand in the hair at the nape of you neck, forcing you into a steeper arch. âMaker, you look so fuckinâ pretty stretched around my cock.â
Your walls clench tight around him as you dig your nails into the fabric of his cowl. You voice cracks with airy moansâattempting to work through the haze of lust and respond. All that tumbles from your lips is a pathetic whine of his nameâso close to that precipice again. Â Â
The friction of each thrust scraping against your clit, the way he fills you and the possessive hand curled over your throat. You wiggle an arm between your bodies and rub the little bundle of nerves in a frenzied half-circle. You wheeze as Boba increases the pressure over your throat.Â
âTell me who you belong to,â he demands as devastating ripples begin to spark through your core, a live wire an inch away from a puddle of water. âTell meââ
âYou! Itâs youââ You sob, desperate for another release only he can give. âIâm yoursââ
Boba snickers and gives your throat another squeeze. âCum on my cock.âÂ
There we go.Â
You seize and cry out, violent shivers forcing your back to arch high off the throne and into his chest plate. It tears through your being, quick and deadly through your core, spreading to every nerve and shredding through it with molten pleasure. Bobaâs voice is a gravelly scrape that vibrates next to your ear, sprinting towards his own deserved euphoria. Your climax still boiling through your blood, is dragged out as Boba continues thrustingâan endless echo that leaves you incredibly oversensitive sore. For the next few moments, his thrusts are too sharp, the grip he has on you too abrasiveâbut then heâs cumming too. A couple more rough jabs and then heâs seating himself deep inside your cunt, his warm release coating your insides with thick ropes.Â
Youâre panting breaths fill the air between you, settling like fresh snow over a silent wood. By the time Boba pulls out, leaving behind a sticky trail of his cum and your arousal over the throne, youâre toeing the line of hazy unconsciousness.Â
âSuch a good girl,â Boba praises, threading fingers through hair and tracing the lines of your face. The the soft drone of his voice mixed with Dinâs gentle baritone, murmuring something you donât catch, casts a dreamy haze over your reality. Youâre not afraid that this could back fire and blow up in your faceâto move inches from two serrated blades, each seeking for a taste of blood and flesh, is always a risk. But yet, the calloused hands and the sweetness of brown eyes reach through chaos and silence to offer you salvation. You take it with a smile.Â
You should invite Din over more oftenâŠyou think, as you slip into content sleep.Â
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THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH TUMBLR IT KEEPS DELETING THINGS FROM MY INBOX !! luckily iâm screenshotting things now
also anon, i feel u sm. i hope this helps <3 gonna make this a sfw
âBad day?â
âBad day.â
You practically belly flop on the couch, pained by the aches in your back and the mental exhaustion of work. Gojouâs in the kitchen, experimenting on different mochi flavors (he forced you to try his Taro mochi the other dayâ letâs just say that Gojouâs skills are limitless everywhere but the kitchen).
The steady sound of the blender is strangely calming, urging you to shut your eyes and sink further into the cushions.
âHey.â Gojou stands above you, gently shaking your shoulder. Opening one eye, you see that heâs wearing the Kiss the Chef apron he bought because you laughed when he picked it up at the store. âNow youâll have to kiss me every time I wear it,â he teased when he tossed it in the shopping cart.
Except you donât feel like kissing him right now. You feel tired, like the life inside you was seeping out of your bones.
Gojou can tellâ his eyebrow was creased ever since you walked into your shared apartment without giving him a kiss. He knows you donât want him to push, but he wants to do whatever he can to make you feel happy. He picks up a smile, nudging your shoulder to get you up.
âTry this.â He thrusts a soft doughy ball in your face. âYour favorite.â
You throw him a fake glare, pretending to be annoyed at him for breaking your sulk, but you are terribly intrigued. Leaning forward, you bite into the mochi, letting the flavors explode on your tongue, the sticky, sweet substance clinging to your lips.
âReally good, Toru.â Youâre being genuine, the delicious mochi being the one thing today to put you in a decent mood. âYouâve gotten good at this.â Yet, when you move to take another bite, Gojou pulls his hand back.
âUh, uh, uh.â He scolds you like a teacher addressing a studentâ probably from experience. âYou have to eat dinner first, darling.â
You blink at him, unamused, with your hand out. âGive me the stupid mochi, Satoru.â
He snickers, blue eyes twinkling. âCatch me, then.â A second later, heâs gone, mochi gone with him.
âSatoru!â You yell, and you hear him laughing upstairs. Pulling yourself off of the sofa, you run, taking two steps at a time to reach him. Heâs standing at the front of your bedroom, the plate of mochi in his hand as he thrusts one in his mouth. When he sees you, he blinks before disappearing again.
âFuck off!â You giggle now, rushing towards the guest bedroom after catching a flash of his white hair. This time, you make it a foot away from him before he disappears again.
âYou gotta be faster than that, Y/N!â He taunts, his voice echoing from who knows where.
Sighing, you try to walk towards his voice before an idea pops in your headâ There must be more mochi in the kitchen. Of course.
The dash to the kitchen is your new goal. You can hear Gojou behind you shout âWrong way!ââ luckily he wonât catch onto your plan until it is too late.
There, on the kitchen counter. A plate of nice, dusted mochi, awaiting to be eaten. Just a few steps awayâ
Gojou appears, right between you and the counter.
âNo!â You shout, pounding his chest playfully as you try to move around him, but he wonât budge.
Gojou points to his apron. âEhem. Darling, I think youâre forgetting something.â
âYouâre insufferable.â Tugging at the cloth, you pull him towards you, tilting your chin up. He meets you halfway, leaning down until his lips press against yours, the mochi slightly sticking them together, but you donât mind at all, not when he tastes so sweet.
When he pulls back, his eyes are glittering, ocean blue waves that makes you feel like youâre drowning. Your heart swellsâ heâs the only one who lets you see his eyes all the time. When you brought it up one time, asking him why, he said: âYouâre the only one who deserves to see them all the time.â You assumed he was joking, but when he looks at you like his, as if youâre the most precious thing in the world, you know that he was telling the truth.
Gojou sees your gears working, not sure what youâre thinking, but he sees the corners of your eyes crinkle, your lip quirking up into its familiar smile. Bingo.
âI guess youâve earned it,â he sighs, handing you the plate. Greedily, you pluck three of them, shoving one in your mouth.
Gojou turns you so that he can hug you from behind as you chomp away. He gently swings the two of you in silence, as if dancing in music that only the two of you can hear. âBath? Dinner? Movie? What do you want, sweetheart?â He whispers into your hair.
âI love you, yâknow that?â You smile, reaching for his hand. âI just want you. Is that okay?â
He kisses the crown of your head. âAlways.â
Turning back around, you see Gojou with a crooked smile. âAs long as you kiss the chef again.â
You spot a bowl of leftover flour still on the counter. You take a handful and toss it at him.
Gojou keeps his infinity off around you, so the white plume hits him directly, his face and clothes as white as his hair. His shock keeps him frozen on the spot, whereas you giggle and run up the steps.
âYou better catch me, then!â
this was a BAD fluff attempt but i hope it was cute
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Patricia!! First of all congrats on a new follower milestone! Those are always so exciting and asking and you deserve every one of them! Could I possibly request 39: âI wish we could stay like this foreverâ and 80: âletâs run away togetherâ from promo list 2 with Oberyn? I love how you write him and would die to see what you do with this đ„ș ily Patricia! And congrats again! â€ïž
Anything for you, my love! Enjoy đ„ș
(also not necessary but I am a fool - this could totally be read as a slice of life in INO)
Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader ; warnings: references to sex
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The warmth, golden light filtered in through the sheer curtains, and the fresh, salty smell of the ocean and sound of chirping birds hit you all at once. It was a late, but beautiful and blissful morning and you were loath to get up. All you wanted was to stay here forever, wrapped up in the arms of your beautiful lover. Almost as if he sensed that you were up, you felt him grinning against your skin as he pressed a flurry of gentle, saccharine kisses to your chest and collarbones. You mumbled something into the soft pillow, something about wanting just five more minutes of sleep, but he just chuckled.Â
âSleep is for the dead, sunshine,â he murmured as he worked his way up your neck and stopped at your lips.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," a small huff of air escaped your nose as you pouted at him, slowly opening your bleary eyes. You found his soft brown ones, crinkled sweetly in the corners as he grinned at you, studying your face intently, âgood morning.â
âSpeak for yourself,â you teased him, âit cannot be a good morning if I am being woken up at such an ungodly hour!â
âUngodly hour,â Oberyn laughed - a twinkling, beautiful sound - before laying back down and pulling you on top of him. You made a small sound of surprise at the sudden motion, but quickly quieted down when you felt his warm, bare body against yours. His golden skin on yours was delicious and warm, soft and strong at the same time, a perfect juxtaposition - just like him. You laid your head onto his chest, âit is almost the afternoon, sweet girl, itâs hardly ungodly.â
âWhy can I not enjoy the day in bed with my prince?â you sighed softly, running a hand through his dark curls, âwhy should I allow the world to part me from my lover in such a manner?â
âUnfortunately the world requires us to be present,â he chuckled as kissed the top of your head. You huffed lightly although you understood what he meant. You'd always known - from the moment you had met the handsome prince.
âAnd whatâs more important? The world or me?â you joked as he grazed his fingers up and down your spine, leaving a wake of gooseflesh under his fingertips. You sighed into his touch before pressing a few kisses to his bare chest.
âYou, of course,â he promised, âand you have me always, first and foremost. But sometimes the world needs their prince.â
"And what about me?" you said softly as his large hands landed thoroughly on your backside, giving the firm flesh of your ass a squeeze. You giggled wildly before turning to look up at him and grabbing his jaw, "play fair!"
"I am," he insisted as you kissed him, "you will always manage without me. For the world needs their prince, but what is a mere prince to the queen?"
"Shut up," you groaned at him before moving to sit up so you were straddling his lap, his body humming with gentle love under yours, "you are not even a prince - only a mere fool!"
"A fool for you," he insisted softly as his hands found purchase on your hips. You beamed at him, golden as the sunlight and causing his heart to melt, "let me show you how a queen - my queen - is treated."
"Oberyn," you gasped slightly as his hands wandered up your body and to your breasts, "I thought we had to get up and rejoin society?"
"I've changed my mind," he grinned, "the prince needs you instead."
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"Its beautiful here," you were sprawled out on the lush, soft blanket, soaking up as much sun as possible. You were near the edge of the stunning lake, secluded and alone, as you listened to the soft lapping of the waves onto the shore. It was so serene and blissful, for a few moments you almost forgot that a world outside of this place existed.Â
Oberyn hummed in content as he popped a few fresh, plump berries into his mouth. He grabbed a particularly plump looking strawberry and held it out to you, dangling it just in front of your lips. You made a show of taking a large bite from the berry, letting the juice dribble from your lips and down your chin. He tuttled lightly before using his thumb to collect the juices and holding it out to you.Â
Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his thumb into your mouth before sucking it clean before slowly releasing it with a loud pop. He grinned at you, before pulling you in for a kiss.Â
"You are a very tantalizing little thing," he licked across your bottom lip, savoring the sweetness that lingered. You grinned against him before pulling away and lying back down on the blanket. Oberyn watched you for a few moments before lying next to you, his large hand grabbed yours and he defty laced your fingers together, "you're thinking much too loudly."
"I am doing nothing of the sort," you shrugged innocently, keeping your eyes closed in order to shield them from the sun - and Oberyn. He had a knack for being able to read every thought and feeling almost as if he was able to see into your soul. Naturally, there were a million things running through your mind at once, but you weren't going to tell Oberyn any of that - not yet anyway, "perhaps you're being too analytical."
"It wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of such a thing," he snorted in laughter, "but I, my sunshine, am also able to read to you - easily. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."
"And if I refuse to speak my peace?"
"Then I shall be forced to pull it out of you," he insisted softly as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Sighing contentedly, you rolled onto your side so you could properly face him.
And he was beautiful - so stunning in his golden glory. He was older now, than when you'd first met him, calmer after everything he'd survived in King's Landing, even more wise and world weary than the best men. Which you supposed he was; a man with words as sweet as roses or sharp as hawthorne - it was easy to see why everyone fell at his feet, but he still reminded them of why he was the Red Viper.
The soft brown of his eyes, flecked with gold in the light, always seemed to betray him. At least to you anyways. His hair was longer these days, softer much like him, lightened by the sun and flowing into luscious curls. His facial hair has greyed slightly (from keeping up with all of the kids he always claimed), and he was more...him.Â
You'd always loved him, from the day he seemed to save you from a life of uncertainty and domineering men. But it has been a privilege to watch him grow, to see him become the best version of him - it was always thanks to you, he claimed, a guise you greatly disputed. But you loved him - your husband - more than the moon and all the glittering stars in the night sky.Â
Playing with you a lock of his soft hair, you continued to brush off the insinuation that anything was wrong, "nothing is the matter, Oberyn. I am merely enjoying the private company of my husband."
âAnd yet there is so much going on in that mind,â he mused, as you shrugged innocently, âso much buzzing, Iâd think we were in Honeyholt and tending to the bees. My dear sunshine, you should know better by now - when have I ever let such a thing go?â
âYou are incessant,â you groaned lightly, but appreciating the care and concern nonetheless, âit is silly - a mere folly that should not even worry me and alas, here I am.â
âIf it matters to you, then it is not a mere folly,â he promised, âyou can tell me anything.â
âI know,â you agreed with a small. You sat up slowly pulling your knees to your chest as you looked out into the sparkling water. Oberyn followed suit before moving to sit in front of you, putting his hand under your chin and turning your face up to his. He almost left you breathless with his easy beauty and warmth, âitâs just...I like this. Just you and me, no one else around, no worries, no duties. I...I hate to think once we return home it will all cease to exist - you will be forced to your duties, as I understand you must, and I? Well, I suppose I will be your dutiful wife, hoping and wishing for a chance to see her husband.â
âThen I suppose we should run away, shouldnât we?â
âI...Oberyn...what?â
âIâm serious,â he insisted softly as you just laughed at his idealistic ways, âletâs run away together, even if just for a while. No one has to know...and when we are ready we shall return.â
âThat is a temporary solution for a permanent problem, my love,â you gave him a weak smile before pulling out of his touch, âwhat about when we return to Dorne?â
âAlways so serious, my sunshine,â he chuckled softly as you huffed at him, âyou must ruin every little surprise, mustnât you?â
âI have done nothing,â you insisted, sticking out your tongue at him, âall I do is care about my husband and I am teased and punished for being woeful and caring!â
âYou have not been teased -â
âI have too, Oberyn Martell!â
âI will make it up to you, sweet girl,â he praised with a glint in his eye, âhowever, whenever, and wherever you should fancy. Now - will you let me finish?â
âI have not been-â
âYour prince demands it.â
âWell your queen insists that she hasnât been doing anything of the short,â gave him a little smirk, âbut go on and tell me about this so called surprise.â
âWhen we return home to Dorne, things will be different,â he promised as you raised your eyebrows in question, âI have been thinking, and donât even say a word, and I think itâs time for me to...take a step back and let Doran and Arianne, as his heir, handle things from now. I am getting tired...weary, of all these tasks that should be left to the next ruler. Besides, Arianne is more than ready to take over. I think I should quite enjoy a quiet, leisurely life.â
âOberyn,â your mouth dropped and formed a small o as you studied him to try and see if he was being honest. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth before he broke out in a wonderful grin. You leaned over and kissed him, unable to stop yourself, âdo you mean it? Please tell me this isnât some sort of cruel joke.â
âI would never do such a thing,â he whispered as he pulled you into his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck, âI just think...itâs time. Besides, there is nothing more I want than to spend my day with you, and the girls - think of all the things we can do. There are still ways to help our people, but we will do it together.â
âYou continually amaze me,â a single tear, this one of nothing but happiness and love had rolled down your cheek as you pressed your forehead against his, âand I will never know what I did to deserve you, and I will be forever grateful to the universe for bringing you to me.â
âNow youâre just flattering me,â he reached up and gently wiped away the tear, âfor it should be the other way around. I take it as though you are not opposed to the notion?â
âNot at all,â you smiled softly, âI could have asked for nothing better.â
âThen what do you say?â his hand found the back of your neck as he gave you a gentle squeeze, âshall we run away? To Essos - the Summer Isles - far away from everything? Only to return when we decide we are ready to?
âYes,â you eagerly agreed, delighted by the prospect of spending the days and nights at your husbandâs side, without a care in the world, âI want nothing more.â
âThen it is settled,â he promised, ânow, will you let me show you every way in which I love you?â
âOberyn!â your face flushed with warmth as you looked around to make sure no was within ear shot, âwe are out in the open! Anyway could...see.â
âAnd that is not our problem,â he shrugged simply, âwe have told them not to disturb us, hopefully they heed our advice. But now, sweet girl, you are all mine.â
âAlways,â you promised softly, âI am forever yours.â
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Harry Styles x Barista!Reader.
Smut, pain kink and over-stimulation.
Mentions of past trauma and healing!
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His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.
"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.
OR
Y/N has a phobia for needles and Harry's her damsel in distress.
//
Something about bungalows not having stairs makes Y/N's cheeks puffs out in disappointing amazement. The fact she couldn't even climb at the rooftop when the summer sky's ornamented with cosmic stars twinkling with the each buzz of music from inside. She hiccups a giggle when the cool zephyr blew her frock away giving out a glimpse of her itty-bitties, glad no-one's in the diameter to have a show. The discernment falls to nothingness when she hears distinct rustle of someone behind the fatâvery-rooty-tree, it widens her eyes into saucers as she blinks comically.
It's not a squirrel she could tell. Couldn't be Ronny who went to take a wee cause all the darn washrooms inside were occupied and his bladder being the weakest, he went for a bush.
But, that bush's behind her and for a moment she forgot her friend even existed since she muted out his piss taking whistle a while ago.
All her frenzied assumptions fails when two figures camouflaged in the darkness tumbles from behind the tree. Her cheeks splashes with burning crimson when they separate with a loud, wet kissing noise and the two men doesn't seem any shy about it unlike Y/N who's foozling the frill of her dress as if she got caught in the middle of a fuck in public loo. Not that, it everrr happened with her, still she has an example set for such incidents.
"Oh, hi." The warble of unprevious voice wins in gaining her attention and she tries to squint through the pocosin of his eyes which glimmers under moonlight if she glances away too quick, she startles in her spot when a gruff voice speaks over them, "Ronny couldn't even occupy a shot of vodka in his bladder." She couldn't seem to flit her gaze away from his cherry of lips glistening from whatever activities they were having before (the only features she could see in such illumination) as the other guy and Ronny bantered off passing a cig in between them.
"Oi, shut up will ya." Ronny locks his arm with Y/N and she flinches that he hasn't even washed them yet, "c'mon truffles we don't wanna be here." He announces dragging her away and the humid air around them bubbled with chuckles.
"Huh." She quips all lost between the interaction and accidentally bumping into two beautiful men kissing eachother, she's totally jealous! Poor thing tries to jerk the mud from her toes and to have a last glimpse of the man with marble irirses.
"D'ya think I've a chance with that daddy-long- legs-one? Dunno, but he intimidates me so bad." Ronny whispers to her and she frowns sniffing with her already runny nose from being a bit tipsy, it's making her bouncy little by little and she knows the bevvys she had will have a full swing within the night, "why? He seems nice."
"His hotness truffles, it intimidates me." He scrapes his already chipped nail polish after washing his hands from the basin throwing towel at her face, she just sighs putting it back in the rack.
"How about you talk to him first." Parties has teeny perks of them and gigantic disadvantages 1) Ronny gets a school crush at every boy he looks at. 2) They get more sweaty, stinky, gluey and more wilder till the clock hits 4 am. Honestly, even if it wasn't for the free bevys she would have never stepped in.
"That's the hard part." They push people aside like stuffies getting cursed and groped in return.
"He's not gonna know himself, Ron, you dump-stick." Good she doesn't need to yell like before as the music has dimmed to a hum possibly about to shut down within minutes. Halting, beside some people crowded alongside the couch some sitting on it and their confused heads shots up at first at the sound of familiar vibrations.
The worst scenarios of someone having a bullet up in their hole and peeps around having a show passes for a mere sec in their heads, together, that's why they're friends since the first semester of UNI.
But, upon seeing what's the ruckus about Ronny shakes his head in utmost panic, "oh no . ." He tries to escape from her grip but she tugs him from collar, "Please Ronny, swear 'm ready to over come my fear! Nothing's gonna happen to me." They stand beside the guy sheepishly (like two elementary kids deciding who'll step inside the staff room first) a gun perched in his hand and Y/N realizes that he indeed's the same guy she met outside, this time she could see him properly and those hickorey of curls brushing the eternity of his popping clavicles.
His back to them but she could see the flex of his muscles from under the sheer black of his shirt with the each movement he does with his gun, she admits that he got prettier back than her.
"Ey Harry this's my friend Y/N and she wanna overcome her phobia of needles, be a damsel in distress pal." So, they know eachother. The whizz of gun stops midway and he dismisses the drunk dude under him tilting his chin to meet her eyes, and it was worth it as it took tiny gasp from her.
He's way beautiful than he was in the darkness.
Ronny was right. It daunts her a bit. The name Harry itself is some kind of royalty.
"Oh, hi there, again." He greets her with a warm smile and it glitter-glittery her insides, will you please not she scolds herself. It's probably the alchol her subconscious assures her but her nervousness from the idea of really doing this says otherwise.
"Have a seat, love." Oh holy goodness. He's as sober as judge and she at whole is miffed.
//
Harry isn't a popular senior. No. His charm's something that woos everyone and his name's always on the top list of invites, he avoids them though unless it's his closest friend. Him remaining to himself has casted a spell on everyone that his personality's intimidating and he's this sex god who has an only concern with fucking people.
He could be called a nerd from his grades everytime being higher than last semester but his attire and being a shining star of the Christmas tree gives it away.
Everyone likes him, ah-ah no everyone absolutely loves him. The thing's he has never felt the same in his twenty-one years of life and that's a fat bummer.
He just gives that "please stay away from me" aura, brows always sewn together and bottom lip jutted makes him appear rather passive aggressive to strangers (well the people who knows him loves him for being the most chill person walking around them).
Right now, he got a tat gun in his hand and everyone's getting a drunk tattoo for the remembrance of this stupid party or just that they've a kink for pain, possibly for humiliation too because what could a tattoo gotten in an unconscious state could bring you?
"Y'alright there?" He asks her and she bobs her head clamping her hands shut in her lap. The rainbow broch on his loafers intrigues her about his fashion senses, it makes her jealous she can't afford to have her own style, "Yeah!" She avoids to even give a spare glance to the gun in his hand because she knows the moment she'd, it will make her dizzy.
She feels bad for cliff hanging him to herself only but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Waits patiently for her to guard herself as Ronny pats her back like she's about to summo wrestle.
"Want me to start it?" He knows how bad it's for some people. Many times he had an encounter with weak hearted persons who got dragged into his parlour by their friends and ended up running away, "Can you give me a moment?" She lifts her head towards him and it makes his forehead knit into concerned lines.
The poor bug's giving a purple face as if she's about to throw up and her ears pink.
"Take all y'want, darlin'." His gentleness flows over her head, she thinks that the music has died or she has gone deaf, can't be neither, cause no-way that such a sweet call wouldn't make her toes all gooey.
"'M ready!" She puffs out a huge exhale moving her shaking wrist nearer to his grasp and he gives her a comforting look before wrapping his fingers one by one around her delicate wrist, skidding the stool he's been sitting on closer to her, "al'ight truffles 'ere we go â wouldn't hurt promise." He decides to stick with truffles since Ronny calls her with the nickname everytime he's at Harry's. Thought his blabbers of his friend were exaggerated coating of sugar but when she's sitting infront of him with those glinting eyes and soft flesh in which his lanky fingers seems to turn pudgy, he gets it why he calls her that.
He keeps on glancing up at her to see if she's okay â she has her hand placed atop Ronny's thigh while he distracts her with his "let's throw shade at mean bitches together" game and Harry just hovered the nib of it over her skin when she passed out but Ronny quickly placed his palm against her cheek to pull her back towards his shoulder.
"'M good . ." She comes back from it with a weak whsiper-y voice trying to straighten up but the instant her already blurry vision falls at the needle again making a line so small it isn't even visible she passes out again and this time Ronny seems unfazed talking to a girl beside him (trust the lad they've done it multiple times but the pain and fear of needles never let her have a single tattoo inked on her skin), leaving Harry to sweat over her.
Sighing he shuts down the machine putting it aside and presses the back of his hand against her forehead --- to be more appropriate, and when she remains as if in the land of nod completely knackered out and woolly in Ronny's arms he realizes that she has passed out for real.
"Truffles?" He doesn't get a response from her.
//
She puffers out her lips blowing raspberries gazing at the sunny sky from the clear glazed window of the shop, chin resting in the softness of her palm as the cosy hall of it emptied from the rush the time it striked noon. The start of her shift's always effete and warm with honey-bees buzzing over the pots of pastel flowers outside, but the evenings are most tiresome and she has to do the closing in a grumpy mood.
"Can you pass me the icing tube, forgot it under the counter shelf 'cos of that pain in ass customer." He's their regular. Has constant complaints that their tarts are too sugary and they need to thicken the formula for their lattes, Y/N just bobs her head at his tantrums finding a way to shoo him away with a promise of next time, "yeah uhh â " Gripping the edge of marble counter she squats down and giggles at herself as she looks funny with her knees making a tent of her ruffle frock.
The door-bell chimes indicating the presence of someone but she goes for her rampage knowing Cora's there to attend them and she was about to pull her head back when she hit it quite painfully against the upper shelf, "Ow!!" She squeaks rubbing the sore spot stabling herself while Cora chuckled taking the tube from her hand to go inside.
She never expected someone to occur at this hour, moreso, she never expected someone like him to pop out of nowhere at their shop. He just doesn't seem like a person to have a merry making at little cosy cafés all to himself, it's been driving her crazy, she cringes at herself everytime when the humiliation of passing out infront of him invades her thoughts.
Half of her heart wanted to see him again and other half was glad she never bumped in him â but seems like nature was evily against her.
"Oops hi!" When she couldn't fiddle with anything she adjusts her frilly apron and with her wrist brushes her loose tresses away which her bow failed to keep. He blinks for several times sipping in the consequence, though it gives her time to take in his appearance.
He's yet again, wearing a sheer shirt with white flower buds spiraling from his abs towards the broad of his chest displaying his inked skin underneath beautifully â it shimmers every time he shifts on his feet letting the sunlight fall on him. His curls tamed and silkier than before, he groomed himself too good it puts Y/N to shame for being a girl, a careless one.
"You work here?" He asks with a drawl as if he has a all the time to dedicate to her, "nope just broke in to do a fat robbery â wanna join?" He cackles, hard it quelled his tummy and it also made her smile blushy-ly that he didn't find her humour boring.
"Okie . . S' what you'll have?" Brassing the belly of his nose he clears his throat roaming his eyes to catch a perfect spot, "'s okay if'll be waitin' fo' someone there?" He points at the nook aligned with the fuchsia coloured book shelves, wooden pots hanging and embroidered throw pillows piled and some overflowing from the love seats.
"Totally!!" She chirps. The thought of him waiting for a date sinks summat a tiny globe of mud in her stomach and dunno why â She wishes she could've things that other people have without burning themselves in effort unlike her.
She watches him getting comfortable, scrutinising around with curious and adorable big peepers. He'd give her a shy smile everytime he'd catch her staring and she'd just shake her head treating her back to track, that he's on a date, but not with you.
She didn't forgot to ask him if he needs anything putting a glass of water at his coffee table without him requesting, it's perpetually hot and even her throat'd get dry after some minutes. He's been here for two hours and even though the weather cooled down spotting pearly drops of rain, perspiration still beaded at his forehead.
The bustle of on goers kept on dying and she feels bad for him, knowing the end of it, she's been there before many times. Even visualised it at this same shop far more she should thinking the world's kind enough to even let their date know with q single message.
Sensing his timorousness she paddles towards him getting a coconut cookie from the jar, onto the plate and sliding it in his line of vision. He seems flustered â everytime they've interacted she's the one to be not in one place and now he's ripping the threads of his tattered skinny jeans.
"You can munch on this cookie, if you want to!" He looks back and forth between the cookie and her, fuziness spreading in his chest glad at her kindness and enough trust in him to not to kick him out, "Thank you." He grabs it taking a bite and she giggles when in the single one he left no crumbs behind, his mouth's big, shut it already! and so pink so pulpy, oh my goodness I hate youuu!!
"'M sure your friend's on way, it's rainy, might â" He cuts her off with a dissapointed spurt of breath, "dunno." He sulks into sofa folding the corner of book's page.
"You still've an hour till the cĂĄfe closes, don't loose hope!" She pats his shoulder and he gives her a weak smile doing that bunny scrunch of his nose, combing his already wrecked hair and thanks her for the next thousand time.
//
Harry had worst dates. This seems to top them. To be honest because of Y/N being here. What will she think? What if she thinks it's his fault? That he's a broken dummy who nobody wants to date? He wants to grumble and call his date to end things but he waits patiently as the sky turned lilacs of night.
Y/N feels remorseful and angry at the person who stood him up this pathetically. With a sad sigh she turns the closed sign to display outward silently looking at him while he's in his own trance, she disappears into the kitchen and Cora gives her a knowing eye.
"Not believing in love's my greatest descion up till far. It's impossibly hard out there." She retorts. Placing a hot chicken steak atop the alfredo pasta and sprinkles parsiman making it appetizing, "Tell him to better end things with a pig like them." She says in all seriousness handing the tray to Y/N.
He's there. Gazing outside with lips pressed into a thin line and he seems down with his loose errand of curls tucked into a man bun now, a perfect hairdo outta frustration "Harry." She keeps her voice low not to startle him gaining his attention.
"You didn't have to." He shakes his head and she made a noise un-recognized by him putting the tray on the table and moves the ottoman with her feet closer to him sitting on it, "let's be eachother's date for a day." She hands him a fork and he accepts gladly. His sulkiness wooshing away when she digs in taking a bite and smearing the sauce all over her lips.
"If you don't mind me asking, is it the same behind-the-tree guy?" He nods. She frowns spitting grumpily, "what a prat." With the help of knife she tears the steak equally sliding it to his side and he smiles boyishly sucking the corner of his lip inside.
"'M sorry, Harry." She squeezes his knee and it bundles up the air in his lungs, "'s okay truffles â glad you were there fo' a rescue."
"Y/N." She tells him forwarding her hand to shake and he slips his calloused ones to envelop her warmth. His cheeks turns pink when his stomach made noises of starvation, "you need to eat c'mon!" She nudges his elbow and he obliges.
After, filling their tummies satisfied and full she hands him a cuppa of latte with a foamy sleeping kitty floating over it she even made two eyes and the uwu kitty smile with the cocoa powder, "pardon me if it seems like I murdered the poor thing . . . 'm still learning from Cora." His giggles were absolutely amazed and gleeful.
"It looks so good, I don't feel like stirin' it." He pats the bum of steamed floffy kitty with the curve of his tea spoon and it makes her giggle some. Relishing onto strawberry pastries and crumpets oozed into butter, sipping onto their lattes, watching the sky turning dark with the rain while Cora left them hours ago to themselves.
She puts a velvet cloak around herself after closing the shop and Harry waits for her as she takes her bicycle, "Thank ye' Y/N. 'S kind of you." He stirs his gaze from his shoes to her face smiling brightly at her and she waves him off with blushy cheeks, they walk along under the shelters of sideways shops avoiding to get soaked while she holds the steering of her bicycle.
"You can lounge at my place, till the rain stops." When he shakes his head she quips turning into the street, "I insist." They stop infront of the old white sculptured building having two floors in total.
The first thing she does entering into her flat's greet Tofu (it's a Bush-tit a white furball with two curious tich button eyes) leaving Harry to get out of his shoes and slip into her house ones (they barely fits him -- making him chuckle at the size difference).
His eyes giving a beautiful glimmer under the glow of the yellow light as he looks around the space, it's simple, with a bedding on wooden floor, a circle shelf against the window lined up with green plants, a desk opposite to it and a golden standing cage of her pet bird.
"Hi bubba missed me much?" She opens the cage to let it out and the chonky white bird sits on her fingers happily, "Harry meet Tofu." His lips curve upward at the lil thing as he caress it's fluffy head.
"Tofu looks like a snowball." He muses with bambi eyes and she agrees with excitement, "Sometimes I wanna squish him, cause he's just too cute." His eyes widens comically laughing softly at her statement.
"Evil thought said out aloud with cuteness still remains evil, love." Tofu hoped over Harry's finger and he takes him towards his shoulder making it sit there but he has another plans, to rest his furry bum over Harry's head making both of them giggle, "c'mon now birdy time to fill your tummy." She tip-toes to catch him in her palms and knocks her nose with Harry's in the way.
His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.
"Make yourself home!" She announces going to feed her pet and Harry flops onto her bed quite comfortably with his sweny legs stretched wide over the floor. They watched episodes of 'Bridgeton' wounded under her blankets and she almost fell asleep when he offered her genuinely.
"I'll help ye' have a tattoo, tiny atleast."
"Means alot to me." She yawns pondering with lug brain whether to snuggle into him or not, she did anyways. In the morning she was woken up by cold sheets and beeps of messages from Harry that made her feel she endured wings of fairy and she's bathing in the glitter of happiness.
//
She stares at the shop infront of her in amazement. It's friday night. She winded up all her assignments and came to this place exactly how it was mentioned in the address, when she enters inside spare teens and a bulky man was waiting outside the office thing-y . . .? Y/N presumes â an assistant chewing loudly on her gum talking onto phone with someone in hushed bratty tone and when Y/N knocks at the counter her piercing stare startles her a bit.
"Yes?" How rude! Y/N thinks with a pouty lip at her striking tone and she clears her throat, "'m here to meet . . . Harry." The snarky assistant rolls her eyes dismissing Y/N quickly to move back to her lazying, "He's busy." Y/N picks her finger to interject murmuring something under her breath and strolls back to wait with everyone.
Sun sets outside shimmering evening pink inside the lobby and the door atlast opens making her head perk up, "pet?" He looks sternly to his assistant but she doesn't seem fazed.
"Harry." Y/N grins, "Fo' how long you've been here?" She feels good someone's caring for her even though it's just for the fact she waited some hours for him, "doesn't matter can 've a tour?" He nods and the bratty assistant eyes him furiously taking Y/N's hand to lead her.
Harry watches her with dimply smile when she babbles at the details of his working station, "do I sit here?" She asks excitedly and he shakes his head, "yes, you may." They scrutinise through his sketches of designs together and she squeezes his wrist.
"Harry you're so talented! Look at 'em." He never felt this flustered with the compliments before button nose scrunching adorably. She chooses a a small plain jamsine flower nothing more, nothing less watching collect things for the process, "it's one of me mama's favourite." He exclaims rather proud snapping the latex gloves round his wrist.
"Where d'ya want it?"
"Where it hurts less." She replies wiping the sweat away with her frock, "it's outer shoulder, yer arm, calves and arse â " His mischievous grin awfully stretchy and she she slaps his bicep playfully.
"Outer shoulder?" She tells him confused to herself. He agrees strolling his stool near to her as she turns her back to him; his fingertips twitches when he pushes her hair to the side.
"Can you uh . . mm." She groans trying to reach for the zipper of her frock and he smoothes down his erratic heartbeat muttering, "yeah sure." She digs her nails into the delicate flesh of her palms when his calloused cold knuckles brushed deliberately against her skin while skimming the zip down slowly. Her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings when he slides her sleeve down her arm revealing her shoulder and it's so supple that Harry had to come back from his reverie; lick his lips to moisture.
He applies the numbing cream and she hisses softly the leather of seat sticking to her calves, her nerves jumbles and body startles when Harry starts the gun without warning her.
He loops his arm around her waist atop her thigh massaging it assuringly â sure it did nothing but to make her core throb insatiably as his rasp melted in her ears, "you're okay puppy." She gulps saying no word feeling her body getting hot at the each stroke of his thumb over her waist line.
"Ah -- Harry." She gasps out of air grasping his hand tightly at the sting of pain. She's baffled at the reactions of her body, her panties getting wet and the displeasing constant pricking of needle quenching out noises she never thought she was able to give out. When she whines and squirms Harry presses her down with force shushing her, "bug just a mo' it's smaller and would be done in seconds." She kisses her teeth bobbing her head vigorously and Harry chuckles at her effort remaining polite.
"Done!" He announces pulling away to admire it and when he hears the lil sniffles he quickly leaves everything sitting infront of her on the seat, "darlin' don't like it when ye' cry." He wipes her tears away not even glancing at her exposed collarbones and the plump flesh of her tits barely covered with her arm.
Soft and squishy, soft and squishy, soft and squishyyyyy.
His mind screams but her whimpery voice distracts him, "'m just gleeful that I've a tattoo because of you." He wraps it up expertly and zips her dress back with ever gentleness, "happy tears then?" She giggles with a grateful nod.
"Want a hug?" He thinks she deserves one for being brave and nice against her fear, "cuddle me up." She murmurs with swollen eyes and peachy cheeks. Uff â it stirs his cock in his jeans arousing the need to be with her everytime.
He rests his chin mushily into the crook of her neck swarming his arms around her waist to squeeze her warmly and she snuggles against his throat, damp lips puckering against his adam apple making it bob.
He feels jammy to be able to have a moment like this with her.
"Chinese takeout?" He collects his sketch journals, his phone, fedora apparently, keys of his motorbike and a spare helmet for her, "Yes please!"
//
They ate the take out perched against his bike with the meadow vast laying feet aways from them, under the breezy sky they conversed and Harry already got a tender spot for her in his heart. He never reaches to a stage where he could get to know someone with this passion and Y/N isn't from someone who'd guard herself from him just because his father was in the bad business.
As the evening brisked with cool dew of summer grass Harry leaned into her more and more.
He finds her little things infatuating, her bonding with Tofu and her dire wish to make good bum steamed kitties on the lattes, she has an irrefutable love for floral dresses and her homely habbit is doing ribbon work.
She got to know that Harry owns the tattoo shop, teaches few blokes the skill of it in free hours. He'ad attended lots of parties raving ones and the boring ones of higher socials, never lets any stranger step inside his loft which's situated upstairs of his shop. His father does all the criminaly things, he's this master mind in doing the evil things for people from getting money out of their enemies yada yada and Harry despises him for it, moreso, that he left them. He doesn't want to be associated with him in any case â he's none like him, he's kind and soft-hearted like his mother.
Y/N loves his goofy side. The one that cracks jokes and puns -- makes her fall in love with him without her even trying.
Last and foremost he has the render love for sheer shirts â told her he has shimmery ones for the fancying off.
"S'm no stranger then." She quips beside his shoulder as Harry unlocked his home's door. He glances her timidly amicably hovering over her lips, "absolutely not, yeh me bezzy." He raises his fist and she bumps it giggling.
//
Y/N that night sleeping on his bed dreamt of them laying together into the pillows of growing daffodils of meadow, lining up the stars in the sky and tell each other what they made ----- galloping rabbit, a slipping cake and she'd laugh with ugly snorts when Harry tells her that he sees a massive dick.
His grin proud and mellow to make his bezzy laugh. She squeaks when he pulls her onto him but soon her dreamboat sinks as she stirs at the warmth swallowing her whole.
She startes from her blurrines at something trapping her down till she recognizes the familiarity of two mascular arms sewn around her waist and what the fuck?
Harry made a makeshift pallet on the floor and right now she's all over him, pressed tightly against his chest â her cheeks turns red with embarrassment from being this clumsy and falling over him in her sleep.
"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.
Taking her face out of his neck she admires the softness of his features when he's asleep and the dotting of beautiful moles, sighing a huge relaxed puff of breath and canoodles into him like an affection starved kitty.
//
It's another cool rainy day and Y/N keeps on swabbing the droplets of water off from her eyes with her elbow trying to paddle her bicycle. She was on her way to Harry's when the skies betrayed her. Standing on his doormat she soaks it completely waiting for him to answer the door, sad, that her gift was ruined too.
"Lovin' ye'll catch a cold â shit come inside." Concerned he ushers her inside his loft, halts in his tracks when she remains behind adoring a gruffy pout, "what is it?" He asks walking to her and cups her cheeks the instant.
"Embroidered ye' a shirt 's destroyed now." She raises it to show him and he stares it for good seconds before swiping her off the floor â hugging her to radiate the sentiment of endearment he carries for her in his heart. It bloats her cheeks pressed against his clavicles and her feet dangles as he sways them with a happy noise of favourite melody she's unfamiliar with, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He kisses her temple and it lingers at the tip of his tongue.
I could kiss you right fuckin' now, pet.
"Harry you got wet too, dummy!!"
"Oops, guess we both have to change now."
Harry already set mixers for her on the luke points so that she wouldn't have to pull out her hair just to take a shower (his shower's quite complicated) leaves his shirt and boxers for her on his bedside, putting the lilac sheer shirt she embroidered for him in the dryer.
When she comes outside with trippy hair he already has two glasses of wine filled and windows closed to keep her warm.
She isn't a wine person. She was never able to afford it and it never settled with her tummy (she shares too much and feels bubbly with the rose coloured bevvy). Harry's gaze rakes from floor to her ankles snapping directly to her face and it's just snoggles his heart with fondness, seeing her drooled in one of his shirts.
"Need ya not to worry ye'r gift is good as before." He assures her and she flops onto the sofa beside him, "Thank you Y/N." He says genuinely and she waves him with small smile, "hush you."
They drink in silence, then soon it roĆed their cheeks and noses making them giggly and floaty. A bottle gone in just a span of a time. She rumbles her lips stretching out, the twinkle of her belly showing and he does the same, eyeing him she slides down on the floor perching her elbow over the coffee table and YET AGAIN HE FOLLLOWS HER ACTIONS.
"Are you mimicking me?" She squints at him and he squints back, "are ye' mimickin' meh?" She smacks his bicep playfully and when he does the same though the force of it lighter than her's adoring mischievous grin making her squeal with chuckles, "Harry!"
He quips back in equal girlish pitch, "Harry!" blinking peepers up at her softly â to test her fates, the recipe of her drunken state and her heart bursting with affection for him she jests at him.
"I like you and might be falling in love with you." She says without holding back a breath and his eyes widen in an animated way chin slipping from his palm, "You what?" He's in utter shock. He has never come across the words she just said with so much delicacy and sincerity â it boggles him to an extent his tongue got tied.
"Say it back now, huh?" She smirks at him shaking from inside counting on to get rejected and ridiculed. Upset at herself more than him at his lack of response, clearing her throat she whispers.
"So â " But, her apology strucks in her throat when he pulls her to himslef with a gentle grip to her elbow. Grabs her jaw tenderly and with the ardent boldness smushes his lips against her's to seal his affinity for her in a kiss that's so soft it melts her inside. His hands brews at her sides and glides up to their destination, to cup her cheeks and deepen the kiss while billowing her in his lap comfortably. He devours the plumness of her lips, tracing the curve of her bottom one with his warm tongue and kisses the corner of her lips again and again making her puff out air from her nostrils.
He has kissed people and it was always to lead something to satisfy the cavity of loneliness, but this, this already feels like home sitting infront of the Autunm fire eating cookies and drinking milk. She feels like the mold he's meant to melt into and explore every ridge of it.
She doesn't not know what's filthier the string of spit that's connecting them or his raspberry lips that she could kiss and kiss for forever, he doesn't stop there pecks her several times with lil smooches, "You're really good at it." She winds her arms tight around the nape of his neck murmuring against him (she wants to make him feel appreciated), his cock chubbing up in his trousers and it lulls her head against his cheek upon feeling it. The thought of having him hard for her boasts the genitilty in herself and she kisses his smiling mouth.
"Wanna make ye' feel good." He presses his lips back against her's with more passion than before and tips her chin with his thumb to stamp lil pecks down her throat feeling his lips tingling to kiss her again, it's way better than he envisioned. Her softness could swallow him and the thought makes his hips stutter imagining his hard prick sucked inside her swelled up walls. His large calloused hands meander down her bottom taking the ripeness of it in a bunch of squeeze.
"On the bed." He pats her bum pinching it playfully and she squeaks obliging him giggles when she bounces over the bed. Him crawling behind her as lion ready to feast over a hare.
Leaning against the head of the bed he lays her between his wide spread legs, her back against his chest and their fronts facing the tall framed mirror infront of them.
"Comfy?" She bobs her head gulping cause no one has ever cared what'll be consuming for her and what not, "I want ye' to look in the mirror sweet girl, at us." He rasps in her ear stroking the hilt of her jaw in continuous circles and when she hums fluttering her eyelids, arching her back at the throb of her pussy and his dirtiness making her slick down to her bum he glides his thumb inside her mouth telling her to, "get 'em proper wet for me." She does coating his thumb with her saliva and flicking her tongue over it many time while he glazes his palms over her ribs, under the crescent of her tits shirt pulled to her collarbones.
She gags around his digit when he took her perky nipple in between his middle and index pulling it then kneads it with a kiss to her earlobe getting her out of his boxers telling her, "enough, pet." When she doesn't listen to him and kept on sucking thinking of his cock in her mouth he gruffs splitting her thighs apart and pressing the soles of her feet tightly against the mattress with his own ankles, "I said enough." Shushing her hungry kitten whimpers he trails his wet thumb down her fallen lip and chin, popping her shirt open and rims it around her areola, "s' soft wanna rub me cock between 'em tits." The shiver that hits her makes her squirm and Harry gives a chaste kiss to her open mouth putting his thumb at her entrance ready to play with her cunt.
"Your eyes open 'em fo' me, puppy." He ducks down to kiss her not letting her turn around himself so that her neck doesn't strain while caressing his fingers up and down in her slickness making soapy noises on purpose, when she finally looks in the mirror locking eyes with him as if he's holding the most precious gem in his arms â the sight turned her spine into a sharp arrow, "c - ca-can I've more?" She gasps squeezing his bicep pussy lips fluttering and her hole palpitates aching for him.
"My polite girl." He smiles awfully fonded at her and she nods licking her lips to speak, "'m good, good always." He pushes his two fingers inside her cunt and she moans with her whole will trying to sink herself to his knuckles nails digging into his shoulders, "I know ye'r." He assures her sliding them out and teasing her little pink asshole turning her into a whining mess.
She twitches around his fingers when he pumps them back along with her sticky wetness and fucks her with them, flickering her clit with his other hand and kneads the inside of her fleshy thigh. She gives out a gaspy moan of unbearable pleasure when his cock's stiffeness rubs between her asscheeks, "ye' feel it? S' fo' you, gonna stuff yeh full of me cock, fuck you nice n' warm and cum all over yer pussy. How you deserved to be fucked, is that okay?" She never expected him this much of a lewd talker â hell she didn't even expected him to step out of his conserved, rather shy demeanour, "yes, yes, yes." She visioned him as a curt dom, who's more into BDSM but he's warm and caring with her. Just in few second of them doing it he proved it how much he's loving to please her.
"Ah! 'm gonna cum . . . gonna â" His sweet vulgar words combined with him toying, rubbing and fingereing her already swollen pussy tips her to the edge she was desiring to get from him, "cum all over me fingers. Want it s' bad from ye darlin', to see you." He says in a tone that's on the verge of pleading but holds a commanding hint under it and with her bones all stiffing, her skin burning and heart buzzing she snaps into her own dreamy world gushing over his fingers with her juices.
"Oh . . Harry." She loudly mewls thrashing in his arms from the intensity of her orgasm and he holds her tight with his arms wrapped around her torso, kisses to the curve of her neck and exposed collarbones. He notices her stiring away from his hand due to sensitivity and takes out his fingers with a squelching popping noise that made her blink from her semblance. Her chest heaves as she watches him in the mirror licking her cum off his wrists with the tip of his pink tongue, "mhm tastes s' sweet." One by one he sucks his finger humming around them seductively spiking her insides yearing to be fucked by him, "just like you sweet puppy."
Gently laying her down he knees infront of her getting out of his flimsy shirt and Y/N admires the flounce of tattoos trailing from his pecks down his adorable love handles. Her gaze stops at the his happy trail leading down to where he's swelled up against his zipper and she hasn't seen someone so beautiful in her entire life, he shimmies his joggers down teasingly with a smirk and she whines hiccuping when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen making her eyes go wide.
"Oh my . . " She gasps at the gorgeous sight of his rock-hard cock between his supple thighs. He's beautifully big, satiny and a dot of shade lighter than his lips making his prick so kissable, would it even fit?? She could already imagine it stretching her out gracefully and stimulating her in ways her fingers could never, "you're so gorgeous button."
The shiny swollen tip, and the dollop of pre-come weeping down his slit alluring her to have him in her mouth but he strokes it not to waste it.
"What's the pout fo' darlin'?" He asks as she stares it making him all shy but he overcomes it persistent to make her feel good (she shared with him that she never knew what being cared feels like) he wanna gives her all lovin' as she did to him the day in cafe. Cups the nape of her neck to bring her for another kiss splitting his thumb into her hair and the moment is so vulnerable and saccharine as he snogs her to floatiness, "will make sure it fits â make you cum many times, baby." He flips her gently.
"On ye tummy fo' me, like an atta pup ye're." It knots her stomach into ropes and she jolts squealing softly into pillows when he smacked her peach watching it jiggle while tugging at his prick to coat it with his thick wetness.
He moans biting his lower lip lulling his head over his shoulders stroking the head of his cock between her asscheeks and round her entrance not pushing at once torching both of them, "you're so delicate wanna be slow with you." He whispers to her pressing his front against her shoulders while wrapping his hand around his shaft to push inside her.
"It's okay!" Her tiny squeaks rolls into a moan when the head of his cock settles inside her and when she twitches around it he cruffs a groan coaxing her sides, "shhh baby 's okay relax fo'me." Taking his hand away from around himself he places it atop her ass withdrawing and looking down to see her cunt glistening with his and her's wetness â then bottoming out deep inside her till his balls are snug against her bum. His stomach twists with pleasure at the warmth that blankets his cock completely making him hunch but he recoups with his arms pressed beside her temple.
The stretch that burns through her core's so pleasing and fulfilling. It hurts in a good way. She knows how patient and composed he's being for her, from the way he fattens tucked inside her walls and he slides his hand between her front and the sheets to caress her soft breasts moving with rough pace.
"Don't stop, please." She recites the mantra almost crushing his fingers with her grip around, it's alot, the constant rub of sheet against her clit and him driving inside her from behind with moans sexier than in erotic audio books. He draws loose circles over her mound making her thighs spread wider with the inability to hold them as he pinched her clit coercion her sensitive button, "oh my god . ." With the whimpers of his name she squirts around his cock and it makes her throw her hips at him.
When he pulls out to turn her on back she whines with a frown, heaving chest and coral cheeks looking totally fucked already, "wanna see ye'r face when you come . . . s' beautiful." He hisses hauling her legs around his waist lowering himself down to enter her with lil smooches to her cheeks, "cum again fo' me baby â yeah just like that squeeze on meh." He pounds her over and over grinding his pelvis against her's to stimulate her in every way.
Feeling the heat crackling in her bones and tummy she takes him by shoulders to cuddle him closer to her chest raising her hips to meet his's, a crying mess, with glossiness twinkling at the corners of her eyes as she comes with euphoria dawning upon her and Harry works her up again.
"Once more, love, i know you've one more fo' me." He gives out a purry groan biting her throat and the valley of her chest, snuggling against it with kisses â when she shakes her head through around him he lines up his nose against her nose petalâling his lips over her's, "yes you could puppy my sweet â " His eyelids bolting shut at the built of up of his own release and the moment she cums with his cock now he shoots his thick spurt deep inside her.
"This's what it only took fo' you? Callin' ye mere sweet names." He fucks her through it and Y/N admits that he went with his promise --- fucked her like she had never before, they remain like that for some time catching their breaths and then he pulls out of her gently and pumps himself to empty his load shooting it over her pussy and abdomen, "you came so much." She says completely baffled and he steals a chaste kiss from her looking at the white ribbons sticking to her skin.
"Just for you, babyhun."
He tells her not to move and whisks away coming back with a pack of baby wipes. Her hearts swirls with so much fondness for him when he pats the wipes between his palms to get them less cold and shushes her with pecks when she hisses with sensitivity.
They take another shower, this time together and it's not sexual at all though alot of tired poofy kisses and cute yawns were included as they gave eachother shampoo massages and she'd cooe everytime untangling his long hickorey curl.
They changed the sheets (unapologetically very clumsily) and he fetches a glass of water for her making it drink her.
When they were cuddled awfully good he lifts his head up from it was nuzzled between her titties. His accent drawly and slippery from tiredness, "Y/N." He checks if she's asleep and she hums in response starting to play with his hair lazily.
"That day when me date didn't show up?" Witha half heart she hums again, she doesn't like to talk bout that day, because the hopelessness that conquered him that evening still makes her sad.
"I was glad ye' were there 'n 'm so so so thankful that he didn't show up. Else we wouldn't be here in eachother's embrace 'n me heart still'd been mournful to sleep in cold sheets waiting fo' me person." It's the most he has talked in his soberness. It wells up tears in both of their eyes.
"You're my person." She cradles his face hating it that he was kept so love starved his entire life and she gazes him dearly, sweetly, affectionately all the words that could describe love for someone spilling out of the chambers of heart.
"I want to love you so much, pet, make you me most treasured human hershey."
"I'm in, cuddle me up." He grins smauching a loud kiss to her lips and cosying back to his previous spot purring like a kitten thrown into heaps of fluffy blankets.
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Reunion - Part 18
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A/N: As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this chapter for me! :)
Senna felt overwhelmed. Sheâd never been one to worry much about a wardrobe, but now, sheâd spent the last hour surrounded by SabĂ©, Omega, and Ahsoka, going through the meager offerings of the base to see if they could find something worth salvaging for the gala that she and Rex were supposed to be attending. There hadnât been much, and even less that would be appropriate for a high-level Imperial social event. She sighed, running her hand over her braid, which had slowly come undone in the last few hours, giving way to flyaways that were sticking out at odd angles as her frustration grew. Rex got the easy job here. Took them all of five minutes to dig up a kriffing Imperial dress uniform someone stole.
SabĂ© huffed, tossing aside a wad of fabric. âThereâs nothing here.â
âIs there anywhere we could go shopping?â Omega offered, but Senna shook her head.
âNot exactly swimming in credits at the moment, and the kind of dress Iâll need wonât be cheap.â
Sabé paused, and Senna noted the way she suddenly turned and began sizing the Jedi up.
âWhat?â Senna asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious, shifting back and forth on her heels.
âIâve got an idea,â the former handmaiden said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot as she took mental measurements of the Jediâs figure. âItâs a long shot, but might just work.â Without another word, she turned on her heel and marched out of the storage room they were in. Senna glanced at Ahsoka, who shrugged, tossing aside the musty garment sheâd been holding up. The other three followed SabĂ© down the hall to a different storage area that contained some of the crates she and Gregar Typho had unloaded when theyâd arrived.
âI knew I kept these for a reason,â SabĂ© muttered as she popped the lid off one of the crates, and Sennaâs eyes went wide. Beautiful beadwork glittered on delicate fabric in the dim storage room lighting, twinkling like stars on dark velvet. SabĂ© reached inside, lifting out one of the most intricate gowns Senna had ever laid eyes on. Glancing to her left, she could see Omegaâs eyes had gone as wide as saucers.
âWhere did you even get these?â Senna gasped, carefully cradling the garment as SabĂ© handed it to her before diving back into the crate.
âThey were PadmĂ©âs,â she said evenly, and Senna felt Ahsoka stiffen next to her. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she noted the sudden flex in the young Togrugtaâs fingers and the glisten in her eyes.
You alright, Snips?
Ahsoka looked over at her, meeting her gaze and giving her a subtle nod.
SabĂ© was already pulling a long purple gown from the crate, holding it up to Senna, unaware of the unspoken conversation happening around her. âShe was much shorter than you, and youâre a little broader in the shoulders, but there should be enough fabric on some of these to where we could tailor these to fit you.â
âSabĂ©, are you certain? I know what theseâŠwhat she meant to you,â Senna said quietly. She and Echo had talked about SabĂ©, both on Naboo and since sheâd returned. She knew that the former handmaiden had been in love with her queen, and that love was what continued to drive her to understand the secrets behind PadmĂ©âs death. She almost felt unworthy to hold the gown in her hands, one of the last tangible reminders that SabĂ© had of the former senator, but SabĂ© shook her head.
âTheyâre just collecting dust, and if they aid in this fight, then I guarantee PadmĂ© would call me foolish for hanging on to them as mementos. Let them carry on her mission.â She smiled, and Senna could see it was genuine, her eyes twinkling at the thought.
âAlright,â the Jedi conceded. âBut youâll have to find something with a set of gloves. Donât want my hardware to draw unwanted attention.â She flexed the fingers on her cybernetic, and SabĂ© grinned.
âI think Iâve got just the dress then.â She dug around, pulling out a black leather corset and a long, shimmering black and silver patterned skirt. It had a set of long, black fingerless gloves and a beaded neck piece paired with it that SabĂ© tossed aside. âStitching fingers onto those shouldnât be an issue to cover your hand,â SabĂ© noted. âI think we can forgo the neck piece that goes with it in favor of some sleeker jewelry. PadmĂ© hated that part of it anyway. Now if I can just find the blasted headband,â she muttered, moving to a small chest tucked into one corner. âAh, here it is.â She slipped the sleek silver band over Sennaâs forehead, smoothing some of her flyaways back underneath the metal. âGood. That at least fits. Youâll need to style your own hair, but Iâve got faith you can at least do that part. Now, letâs try and get the dress on you to see how much work I need to do.â
âSince when are you a seamstress?â Senna teased.
âThere are a lot of things you have to learn as a handmaiden to the queen of Naboo. Espionage, weapon handling, hair and makeup, and how to sew in case one of the queenâs outfits falls apart or needs moderation at the last minute.â She winked at the Jedi. âNo worries, Iâm up to the task.â
Senna grinned as she undid her top, slipping it off of her shoulders. âIs there anything you canât do?â
The handmaiden considered it for a moment as she undid the fastenings of the dress and slid the corset around Sennaâs middle. âI canât sing.â She paused. âDonât tell Echo.â She eyed Omega, who crossed her heart as a promise and smiled.
âI thought you came from a long line of musicians,â Senna joked.
âOh, give me a musical instrument, and I can make some magic happen. But if Iâm relying on my vocal cords, you may as well hire an Aqualish,â SabĂ© laughed. âAlright, suck it in Senna.â
Senna held her breath as SabĂ© seemed to rearrange her internal organs to close the top piece. âAny chance I can get a little bit of breathing room put into this?â she gasped.
SabĂ© eyed it. âYeah, I should be able to let that out a bit. Now, pants off so we can try the skirt.â
Senna rolled her eyes, kicking off her boots and stripping out of her leggings. Omega took the clothing from her dutifully, folding the pants neatly and placing them next to Sennaâs boots and belt. The skirt went on easier, but was significantly too short. Ahsoka, who had been silent throughout most of the fitting, giggled. âIâd forgotten how short she was.â
SabĂ© smiled tenderly. âShe wasnât tall, but she always said she liked that about herself. People underestimated her because of her height, which made it all the more satisfying to watch her absolutely dismantle people in debates or negotiations.â She walked around behind Senna. âThe train probably has enough fabric in it for me to add some length. Shouldnât be a problem.â She handed Senna the gloves, and they easily slid on, covering her arms all the way to just past her elbows. SabĂ© stepped back, taking in the entire look, and she grinned. âYou should see yourself.â
âHang on, maybe she can!â Omega said, running over and turning the lights up to a brighter setting. The reflection on the durasteel wall became clearer in the brighter lighting. Senna couldnât make out all of the details, but enough to come to one conclusion: Rex is really going to like this dress. She smirked before turning to her three friends, all of which were smiling ear to ear.
âJust make sure the captain knows I want that dress back in one piece,â SabĂ© teased, and Ahsoka glanced down at Omega, who didnât appear phased by the comment. Senna flushed.
âSure thing. Now help me out of this so I can breathe again.â
Senna stripped back out of the gown, sliding back into her own clothes as Sabé collected all of the pieces and promised to get to work on modifying them that night. Senna, Ahsoka, and Omega headed back towards the mess hall, leaving Sabé to her work. As Omega skipped out ahead of the two of them, Senna leaned over to speak quietly to Ahsoka.
âYou sure youâre alright?â
Ahsoka nodded again, wetting her lips. âYes. It was justâŠthat was the first tangible reminder of her that Iâve had since it all happened. I couldnât keep the lightsabers Anakin gave me. The reminder was too painful. But PadmĂ©âŠâ
Senna nodded as Ahsoka trailed off. âI kept wondering if heâd seen her in that dress. Or if heâd touched the fabric. It was a reminder of both of them for me.â
Ahsoka glanced over. âYou knew then.â
Senna chuckled. âSubtlety wasnât Anakinâs specialty.â
Ahsoka huffed a laugh. âYouâve got that right. I figured you knew. He never explicitly told me, but once I figured it out, I knew if there was anyone heâd tell, itâd be you and maybe Rex.â
âOh, he definitely dragged Rex into it as well. He had the poor captain cover for him more often than he could count. He had to lie right to Master Kenobiâs face a handful of times. He hated it.â
Ahsoka laughed again, but this time the joy was there. âRex couldnât lie if his life depended on it, so I imagine that means Master Kenobi knew as well.â
âIâd say thatâs a safe bet.â
The two of them were still laughing as they rounded the corner into the mess. âWhoâs that over there with Echo and Fives?â Ahsoka asked, squinting at the group of clones sitting at a table near the other entrance.
Senna followed her gaze, her brow furrowing. âAnother clone. But that canât be Gregor. His hair is too short.â The two of them shared a puzzled look as they approached the group. As Fives turned and grinned at them like a child with a secret, Senna reached out through the Force and all of the pieces began to fall into place. No wayâŠ
The new clone turned and smiled at the two of them. His dark hair was shorn close to his scalp, and he didnât sport any noticeable tattoos or scars that helped identify him. He grinned at Ahsoka before his eyes flicked to Senna and her theory was all but confirmed. She suppressed a grin as she watched Anakinâs former padawan approach the clone and narrow her eyes. The clone stood almost at attention, not saying anything as Ahsoka circled him, pausing when she came around to the back of him, a smirk breaking across her face. âYouâll need to wash the dye off the back of your neck if you really want to pull that off, Rex.â
Rex glared at Fives. âThought you said you got it all off.â
Fives walked around behind him, pushing Rexâs head forward as he inspected the back of his neck. âAh, kriff. Well, good thing we caught it now.â
The captain gave Fives a playful shove before turning to face Senna. âYou werenât fooled, were you?â
She shrugged. âMaybe at first, but I get to cheat a bit.â She reached up, running her fingers across his scalp. âYour Force signature is the same, no matter what color your hair is.â Gripping his chin, she turned his head, taking in the new look. âThis hides your scar better,â she noted. The thin line that served as a reminder of Rexâs inhibitor chip was normally slightly visible, even when his hair was a little longer, but the dark dye had done a good job of obscuring it. âAlso hides your grey hairs,â she teased. âBut I must say blonde suits you better.â He grinned at her.
âMaybe so, but Tarkinâs seen me before, and there werenât exactly an abundance of blonde clones during the war. I figure itâs better to play it safe and blend in.â
âProbably,â Senna agreed. âAs long as itâs not permanent.â
âOh, donât worry. Youâll have my grey hairs back before you know it,â he teased, slipping his arm around her waist. âHonestly surprised I donât have more of them. Between the stress of the war and the accelerated aging, some of us went grey a long time ago.â
âLike Crosshair?â Senna teased.
âNah, I think his just comes from being an asshole,â Rex joked, squeezing her gently. âYou get everything sorted?â
âMore or less. Iâve got something to wear. Now all we need are the cover stories and chain codes to get in.â
âTechâs working on that,â Echo said. âHe thinks he should be able to have something pulled tonight, but he wants to run several checks before you leave tomorrow.â
âThatâs appreciated,â Senna replied, shifting nervously. âWeâre walking right into the rancorâs den. Weâll need a solid cover story if weâre going to make it out in one piece.â She glanced up at Rex again, and he smiled down at her. Something about the darker hair and the lack of grey that sheâd started to note shook her to her core. The occasional grey had started to appear in the stubble on his chin, but it would only be noticeable for a rotation or so before heâd shave his face clean. His blonde hair did a good job of hiding most of the grey, and sheâd barely noted it since she was sporting several of her own that now peppered her temples and wove through her braid. Sheâd always known her time with Rex would be limited due to his accelerated aging, but she hadnât realized how significantly heâd started to age before her eyes until this moment. Theyâd never discussed it explicitly, and that had made it easy to push to the back of her mind, a problem to be dealt with later, but here it was, staring her in the face. Something about seeing him with dark hair made her focus on the lines that were beginning to crease his forehead and the corner of his eyes, and the realization that Rex was at the point where he had surpassed her in age biologically hit her abruptly, giving way to a sudden, unbidden thought.
Itâs not fair. Weâre already running out of time, and itâs not fair.
âEverything alright?â he asked quietly, and she shook her head, trying to banish the thought from her mind.
âYeah. Itâs just very different. I know itâs you, but you lookâŠâ
âLike every other clone youâve ever met?â he teased.
âSomething like that.â
â
Rex stared into the mirror hanging off the wall of the small refresher on his ship. The face of his brothers stared back at him. Of course, heâd always shared their face, but his blonde hair had set him apart. Now, he was looking at a face more similar to Hevy, Cody, Echo, and countless others. He also noted that Senna was right, he looked younger. Much younger.
âYou gonna stand there looking at yourself, or are you gonna come to bed?â Senna teased from the bunk. âDidnât think youâd get all vain with a hair change.â
He rolled his eyes. âI wouldnât call it vanity so much as shock,â Rex replied. Pulling his shirt over his head, he carefully folded it and set it aside to be washed before climbing in next to Senna and sliding his arms around her. She giggled, moving closer and rolling onto her side to face him. Her eyes wandered across his face once more, her fingers trailing along his scalp.
âYou ready for this?â he asked.
âSure,â she replied. âWeâve done undercover work before. Should be simple enough.â
âIt was different on Lothal,â he said softly.
She stilled. âHow so?â
Rex shrugged slightly. âThings were different between us then. We werenâtâŠwell, us.â
Senna smirked. âMaybe not. I actually think weâre better suited for this kind of job now. We know each other better, have a better understanding of how the other will react to things. Plus, the non-verbal communication will be helpful in a pinch.â He felt her watching him. âYouâre worried though for some reason,â she said softly.
She knows me too well.
âItâs more dangerous now. It grows more dangerous every day. For you especially.â He ran his fingers through her hair. âWhat if there are Inquisitors there?â
Senna sighed deeply, slipping her cybernetic up to take his hand in hers. âThen we face the danger together. Remember? That was the deal.â Her words brought little comfort, and he knew his face betrayed that as her eyes searched his. âWeâll be careful,â she tried again. âWeâll be smart about it. Wonât take any unnecessary risks. But weâve got to find out where Wolffe is.â
âHe may not even be on that ship anymore,â Rex said gently. It was a possibility he had tried to prepare himself for, but he wasnât sure Senna had done the same.
Senna chewed her lip. âMaybe. But the record said his hold was indefinite. To me, that sounds an awful lot like theyâre locking him up and throwing away the key, hoping to forget about him.â
âThen why not throw him in a prison? Why keep him on a ship?â
âYeah, that part has me scratching my head too,â she conceded. âBut either way, I think we need to see what we can find out at this gala.â She smiled wickedly. âPlusâŠyouâre going to want to see me in the gown we found. Trust me.â
He felt his eyebrows raise at that, and she smirked.
âWell, I canât say no to that,â he agreed, leaning down to place a kiss to her lips. He felt her giggle, and he pulled back, a look of confusion creasing his brow.
She shrugged, grinning mischievously. âItâs justâŠa bit weird. Itâs like Iâm kissing one of your brothers.â
He laughed before rolling her onto her back and climbing to hover over her. âI promise you, Master Atiniir, none of them will kiss you the way I do.â He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as his voice grew husky, sending a shudder through her body. âOr do the things that Iâm planning to do to you in this bed.â
â
âAlright, letâs run through it again,â Senna said, her heels resting on a corner of the flight control console as she lounged in the co-pilot seat as the blue and white streaks of hyperspace flew by the viewport.
Theyâd left Yavin 4 a few hours ago, headed towards Cantonica together onboard Rexâs ship. Tech had supplied them with a datapad that listed their covers that morning prior to their leaving, assuring Rex and Senna that heâd vetted their identities enough for them to stand up to a fair level of scrutiny. Not perfect, but enough⊠hopefully, Rex had thought. He hadnât missed Senna asking if Tech had uploaded the file pertaining to Project Phoenix to the datapad. Rex wasnât sure what additional information she hoped to glean from the cloning project, but sheâd been insistent, and Tech had obliged as usual.
Senna had clearly been nervous all morning, checking and re-checking that theyâd packed everything. Heâd noted the small crate SabĂ© had handed off to her, passing along some last minute instructions before giving her a reassuring smile. Senna had placed the crate almost reverently in the cargo hold before asking him at least three more times if he had his uniform.
No one had gone with them for this mission, and Rex thought it was for the best even though it did make him slightly nervous. Theyâd carefully considered it, but quickly realized Tarkin had interacted with all of Clone Force 99 and Ahsoka, so bringing them along would only add risk. Even Gregor had met the former Republic captain during a training facility inspection, so he had been ruled out as well.
âThis guy gets around,â Senna had muttered.
âIndeed he does,â Tech had agreed. âYouâll have to be careful not to reveal yourself, Rex. Tarkin has always been known for his attention to detail.â Sennaâs nervous chewing on her lip hadnât gone unnoticed by Rex as she took the datapad from Tech, and he largely suspected that Techâs statement was what had driven Senna to drill him incessantly on his backstory for the last few hours.
âMy name is Commander Derk, designation CC-8274-25. I was transferred to the 501st just before the end of the war after my battalion was wiped out in the battle that occurred in orbit around Rodia. I was promoted to Commander and went to serve General Skywalker on Coruscant just as the war concluded.â A little bit of truth to the lie. Theyâd hoped that no one would want to ask him about the massacre of the Jedi at the temple, and Rex could rely on his knowledge of the 501st to paint a believable picture for any innocuous questions that might come up. He went on, âI continued to serve the Empire until the decommissioning of the clones, and then I re-enlisted and have been working my way up ever since. I have been told I will be serving aboard one of the new Star Destroyers, although I havenât been assigned a specific ship yet. After the war concluded, I met my lovely wife, Ana, and weâve been together ever since.â He shot her a disarming smile, and she felt herself flush slightly. âYour turn,â he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her blush. At least that got a bit of a smile out of her.
She took a deep breath, tipping her head back and closing her eyes.
âMy name is Ana Treven. I was born on Naboo and am an inventor by trade. I met my husband Derk after the war during the first Empire Day celebration on Coruscant while there visiting a friend, and we quickly fell in love, marrying a few months ago just before his promotion to Imperial Commander. Iâm as proud as proud can be, doting some might say.â
âHow did we meet?â Rex asked, and she glanced at him out of the side of her eye. âWeâre newlyweds. You know theyâll ask. And itâs got to be good.â
She rolled her eyes. âWe were standing on the main street outside of the Senate building during the fireworks display for the celebration. Some drunkard knocked into me, and I stumbled against you, ready to fight the guy. You held me back and also offered me your jacket since it was chilly and the man had dumped half of his drink down the front of my dress. I was shivering from the cold, even with your jacket, so we watched the fireworks display together with your arms wrapped around me. You swear it was a strategic move on my part, I swear I was just cold. After that, you walked me back to the place I was staying, and as I was handing you your jacket back, you asked if you could see me again.â She batted her eyelashes at him dramatically. âAnd I was swept off my feet. The rest is history.â
âSee, itâs not that hard,â he teased, but she rolled her eyes again and huffed.
âYou heard Tech. We canât afford any screw-ups.â She punched at the datapadâs buttons a little harder than necessary, and he could see she was reviewing the file for Project Phoenix, her teeth digging into her lip as her eyes roved back and forth across the screen.
âYou were so calm and confident last night. Whatâs changed?â he asked, trying to pinpoint what had her on edge.
Senna sighed again. âIâm not sure. Just woke up with a nervous feeling this morning. I donât know if itâs because I want so badly to find information that will lead us to Wolffe or if itâs the fact that this place will be swarming with high-level Imperials, but Iâve got a bad feeling about this.â
Rexâs brow furrowed. âItâs my fault. I shouldnât have said anything about Inquisitors. They likely wonât be there. Theyâve been working from the shadows for the most part, so I highly doubt the Empire would bring them to such a public event.â
âIâm not so sure itâs even that,â Senna replied, ruffling her hair before piling it into a bun on the top of her head.
âNo dreams or visions, right?â Rex asked. Senna had seen trouble coming before, and theyâd ignored it, thinking it was just a nightmare. He wasnât about to make that mistake again.
âNo, nothing like that,â she said, and he felt himself relax slightly.
âOmega maybe?â he tried again.
Senna mulled it over. âMaybe. I am worried about her, but that seems to be a constant thing ever since I found out about her abilities.â She waved her hand dismissively. âIâm sure itâs nothing. Please donât worry.â
Sensing she wasnât going to reveal what was really bothering her, Rex leaned over, gripping her thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze. âItâll be alright, and even if itâs not, weâll figure it out.â
Senna rested her cybernetic hand on his, the metal cool against his knuckles. âI hope youâre right.â
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Camp WonderDream: Temple Trouble Part 3
Balan clapped his hands "Alright, Blindfolds on, Mirrors up, NO ONE look at that idol under no circumstances." Balan said, bringing out his own sparkly blindfold. Leo brought his bandana down over his eyes while Cuphead Mugman and Chalice spun their heads backwards to not see in front of them. "Um...Mr Balan? Are you sure that the idol is even in here?" Yinu asked, bringing her rose patterned blindfold up to her eyes. Balan nodded "I'm positive, I have been studying this map for a few days, I know that the hall of Promise is here. And in it is the Idol." He said.
After everyone had prepared themselves, Balan led them forward. "Alright everyone...stay together, don't do anything crazy..." He said, leading them to a large door. "You seek the future...Timeless Youth...and Glittering Gold...it is yours..." a deep voice boomed and the doors in front of them opened. "Let's go everyone." Balan said, creating a rope for everyone to hang on to to stick together. The sounds of coins clinking together, water dripping and stars twinkling filled the campers ears, colors could be seen peeking through the blindfolds as they ventured to one of the rooms.
Balan sensed that they were getting closer to the treasure room, and urged the kids to follow him "This way children, we're almost there!" He said, as they walked into another room. Golden Light leaked through the blindfolds and Balan smiled, they have reached the treasure room. He removed his blindfold and the shimmer of golden coins, goblets, pearls and treasure nearly blinded him.
Balan waited until all of the kids and Counselors made it in before he told them "Alright! We're past the idol! It's time to take off the blindfolds." The gasps of Wonder flooded out of the kids and Counselors alike. Cuphead didn't waste any time "MONEY!!!" He yelled, diving into the gold like it was water. The other children and Counselors followed him quickly after. The children grabbed as much gold and jewels as they could "Mama is gonna love this!" Yinu cheered, grabbing a bunch of necklaces while Yuri picked up a bunch of bug shaped golden treasures.
Balan watched as Saltbaker, Mayday and Zuke grabbed their own fill of treasures "I'm gonna get a bigger bakery!!" Saltbaker cheered, stuffing the gold into his top while Zuke filld a bunch of music trunks with gold "May! We're finally gonna get our own place! Maybe we can get a penthouse or something!" Zuke said, a few golden cuffs sticking to his dreads
However, among the cheering kids, Leo had found a small opening to another room. He grabbed his blindfold just in case there was another idol and slipped inside. The light got dimmer, and more purple as he could see what looked to be moons, sun's, and a skylight. When he made it inside, he found a large observatory with a million stars twinkling in the distance. "Whoa..." Leo said in awe two stars floated down from the skylight and directly in front of Leo's eyes, before popping like fireworks and throwing him against the wall.
"Ow...What was that?!" He asked, closing his eyes to try and get whatever it was that popped in his eyes out. Suddenly, on the backside of his eyelids, He saw what looked to be Saltbaker getting a bottle and filling it with water from a fountain surrounded by blooming flowers and vines, and pictures of elderly people drinking the water and becoming young again. He opened his eyes, and saw himself back in the observatory, as if it didn't happen yet.
Leo quickly slipped back into the golden treasure chamber, only to overheat a conversation with Saltbaker "It's just a little bit. I promise, just ONE bottle." He bargained. Balan sighed "Alright. ONE bottle." He warned, giving the salt shaker a crystalline bottle "There should be a door that leads to the fountain of youth over there." He said.
Saltbaker nodded as Leo's mouth dropped, if he was right, Saltbaker was holding that bottle in that strange vision he saw when he closed his eyes. It couldn't be...could it? Could he really? Have...
"Did I...just see the future?!"
This is a story inspired by @julili 's VERY adorable camp pic! I hope you enjoy AND go check out her work!
#Balan Wonderworld#Balan#Leo Craig#Yuri Brand#Yinu#Mayday#Zuke#Cuphead#Mugman#Mrs Chalice#Chef Saltbaker
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ahhh could you do one where debbie and lou decide to visit a bdsm club together and debbie wants to do a scene on the stage with everyone watching
âImagine,â Lou chuckled, nodding her head towards the black double doors covered in chains and tattered posters. Even the ambiance surrounding simply the doors bore a striking contrast to the rainbow and glitter of the street and other stands, loud hollering from the parade passing by as the blonde stomped out her cigarette.
âI take it weâre quitting the idea of quitting?â Debbie asked, looking down at the crushed embers below Louâs chunky heeled boot.
âItâs pride,â Lou shrugged.
Debbie took another look at the door Lou was talking about, as if she hadnât actually observed it the first time. The Australian didnât miss the exhale of shaky breath the Ocean let out somewhere between excited and scared.
âLetâs do it,â Debbie decided, tugging at the blondeâs wrist as Lou shot her a look of disbelief.
âDeb, you know what it is, right?â Lou asked, wanting to be sure the brunette knew what she was getting them into.
âLike you said,â Debbie shrugged, looking down at the crushed cigarette before she met Louâs eyes again with a wink. âItâs pride.â
The brunette crossed in front of Lou with a smug look, hoisting open the double doors before striding in, Lou close behind her, guiding her hips gently to make sure they werenât separated.
The club was spacious. Dark corners. Deep red lights. Different stations scattered around with people of all different walks of life scattered around. The scent of arousal thick in the air. There was the light laughter and hum of conversation like a dinner party or an art gallery gathering, but with the unusual added feeling of heat and sweat. Shrieks and moans.
âWatching or participating?â Someone asked, stepping up to them. The only recognizable facial features sticking out from a black mask, green eyes that popped and lips painted black.
âWaââ Lou started before Debbie stepped in front of her, grabbing the offered clipboards.
âParticipating,â Debbie declared, handing one over to Lou.
âConsent forms,â the stranger explained. âAbide by these rules or youâre out. Consider lack of consent a cardinal sin within these walls.â
âAlready do,â the blonde nodded, making Debbie smitten and proud.
Satisfied with their signatures, the stranger walked away as Lou tugged at Debbieâs wrist. âDebs, you want toââ
âDo a scene,â Debbie nodded. âYeah, of course.â
âItâs not like at home,â Lou warned her. âOr even a private club. Itâs out here. In front of anyone who gathers to watch.â
âHot right?â Debbie grinned, stripping her shirt over her head and thrusting it against Louâs chest. âHow do you want me, baby?â
Lou watched, awe-struck, as Debbie wiggled out of her jeans and walked out of them, apparently already dressed for the occasion in black, scrappy lingerie that screamed bondage.
âYouâre sure about this?â The blonde confirmed, taking Debbie securely by the shoulder. âYou trust me to do this with you like this?â
âMore than anything,â the Ocean whispered, her eyes twinkling. âI trust you.â
âWell then, what are we waiting for?â Lou smirked, licking her lips before throwing her leather jacket to the ground with force. She nodded towards a wooden cross a few paces from them. âYour spot awaits.â
Debbie walked over to the area, her back against the wood, spreading her arms and legs out as she gave Lou a nod.
A man in a black t-shirt came up to Lou as the blonde traced one of Debbieâs arms soothingly, almost taking inventory of her body as she whispered something to Debbie alone.
âI can tie her up for you,â he offered, gesturing to a bundle of twine in his hands. âMake sure sheâs safe and secure.â
âOh, Iâve got it from here,â Lou winked, grabbing the rope from him as she threw it over her shoulder, removing the end as she played with it between her fingers. She pressed her leather-clad thigh between Debbieâs naked ones as Debbie let out a quiet moan. âReady, honey?â
âOh,â Debbie hummed. âYes, sir.â
#queue#writing#my writing#blackacre13#ask#ask me#ask me things#prompt ask#prompt request#prompt asks#writing ask#writing request#writing prompt#Debbie ocean#lou miller#lou x debbie#Debbie x lou#loubbie#heist girlfriends#heist wives#lou and debbie#oceans eight#oceans 8#ocean's eight#ocean's 8#top!lou#bottom!debbie#dom!lou#sub!debbie#pride AU
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Staring back at me
for @idrewbedraggledbreathsâ:Â Carol/Therese with top Carol and mirrors.Â
Summary: Carol gets what she wants.
Characters: Carol x Therese
Word Count:Â 2,254
Warnings: mirror sex! strap ons :) Carol being a raunchy girlfriend, as always
Therese heard the dressing room door clicking shut before seeing her blonde lover in the reflection. Her perfume drifted slowly towards her as Carol stepped into the space, watching Therese tidy up after her most recent model had come to the studio for a modelling session.
Carol had shown up a tad too early to pick Therese up, but rather than waiting in her car, she lingered by the door and watched Therese submersed in her work.Â
The model was some tanned, European beauty who giggled with a twinkle in her eyes and enamoured people with the gap in her teeth. But Carol didnât care much for her, because Therese was wearing a button-down and vest, with loose jeans cuffed at the bottoms and in just her socks. She sat cross-legged on the studio space floor, so that her camera tilted up towards the model arching her shoulders and arms in numerous sensual and bewitching poses.
When Therese noticed Carol watching patiently with her arms crossed and eyes glittering, she had only stuttered a moment before finishing the shots. And as the model had gotten her things and changed her clothes, Carol nearly pounced on Therese right there on the floor, because the brunette had to gall to undo one of her top buttons.
Therese introduced Carol -her roommate- to the model, who amicably shook her hand, said they should all go out for drinks sometime, and was eager to see the finished product soon.Â
âIâve got to clean up,â Therese said to Carol once they were alone, pecking her cheek. âGive me 15 minutes?â
Carol had contently hummed in the back of her throat and watched her lover scuttle back to the studio, putting away equipment and tidying up, then going to the dressing room and making sure nothing was left behind. Though Therese used the space for her work throughout the week, it didnât belong to her, and the owner rented it out over the weekends for other creative minds. So, she liked to be thorough and not leave anything behind at the end of the week.
Now, it looked quite bare. There were no windows, and only the bulb lights framing the mirror were on, bathing Therese in warm light as she wiped down the desk space. Thatâs when Carol noticed the photographer had rolled up her sleeves, and her nostrils flaring at the sight.Â
âWhat do you want for dinner tonight?â she asked, seemingly oblivious to Carolâs reaction. âI was thinking we could stop by that Chinese place, the one Dannie recommended, on the way home?â
âOh, sure,â Carol replied. Therese ran a cloth over the mirror, stretching up to catch the top edge of it. Her shirt rode up, revealing milky skin underneath. Carol came closer.
âWas it very busy today?â
âHm, not really. Iâve managed to finish a lot of print orders. The last appointment only ran late because that girl was such a talker.â
âI bet,â Carol was practically flush against Thereseâs back at this point, distracted by the way she seemed to glow in the lights. Therese was teetering as she tried dusting the top lights off. She nearly tipped forward had two hands not gripped her hips, making her squeal but holding her steady.
âI donât think your landlord will care much about the dust on the top lights, darling,â Carol brushed her lips over the shell of Thereseâs ear.Â
âI know, but you know me,â Therese protested, âI like to be-â
âThorough,â Carol finished, before nudging Thereseâs head to the side with her nose and pressing a firm kiss on her neck. She felt the muscles tense and quiver underneath her mouth and couldnât help but run her teeth along the skin as well, making Therese gasp, and press back entirely against her.Â
The brunette stilled, breathing heavily as she realized what the firmness was that she felt underneath Carolâs slacks. And when Carol caught her lustful gaze in the mirror, with her mouth hanging slightly open, she knew that Therese was done for. Chuckling, Carol kissed her neck again, leaving a second bright red lip stick stain on the fair skin.
âYou didnât come all this way to pick me up just to-â Therese trailed off as she rocked her hips back against Carol, feeling the strap through the fabric of their clothes.
âNo, I wanted to surprise you when we got home,â Carol mumbled, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on Thereseâs outfit, â..you know how much of a hassle it is to put all those buckles in place. But when you took so long with your last client, I was thinking...â
She finished her thought with a sharp grind of her own hips against Therese, whose hand flew up and pressed against the mirror to catch herself before she fell forward, barely balancing on her tiptoes. When she slipped her arms out of the shirt with Carolâs help, her hand left a print behind on the newly cleaned mirror, and Carol clucked her tongue.
âOh, dear, looks like weâre not done cleaning here yet,â she said. âYouâve made a mess of your work.â
âYouâre lucky no one else is booked for the evening,â Therese gasped. Carol ran her fingers over her breasts, teasing at the edges of her bra, before tugging it down and using her fingernails to raise goosebumps on her skin.Â
âI donât think you wouldâve said no either way,â Carol whispered cheekily, making Therese huff out a laugh, quickly replaced by another grunt of pleasure as Carol rocked her hips again.Â
Carol let Therese go only for a moment, to unzip her own trousers and clumsily untuck her blouse, lust beginning to cloud her mind. Therese threw off her bra and spun around on the spot, dropping to her knees before Carol could protest.
âBaby-,â the blonde began, but Therese had already yanked everything down and took the toy in her mouth as deep as she could. Carol let out a low groan as the sudden push against her made her clit throb.Â
Therese knew how to make her quiver, knew how to make her beg, but Carol wasnât having any of that today. Not even when Therese spat on the strap and sucked so loudly that Carolâs ears flushed red at the sound of it.Â
She put a hand in the fine brown hair and pulled, sharply, letting the strap go with a âpopâ. Therese pouted at the loss, and her hands, which had been gripping Carolâs firm thighs, traveled up towards the harness. Her fingers wiggled underneath the contraption and brushed lightly against Carolâs clit, making her curse loudly.Â
Therese took the distraction to her advantage, dipped her fingers to her entrance, and took the toy in her mouth again. Carol could become addicted to the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in, the way her green eyes stared at her hazily. But when Thereseâs fingers started rubbing and prodding a little too confidently, she knew she wanted control again.
She yanked Therese up, her chin wet with saliva, and attacked her mouth with a vengeance. They kissed roughly, Carol pressing Therese up until she was teetering on her toes again and she had to fling her arms around the blonde to keep from falling.
Carol pried her away and let her catch herself to pull Thereseâs jeans down as far as possible, running her fingers over her panties and chuckling at how damp they were.Â
Therese mewled, her neck and chest shining with beading sweat. She wanted to spread her legs, wanted to wrap around Carol, open herself up, but Carol kept rubbing firmly but slowly, and she could only tremble.
Her legs still confined with her jeans up to her mid thighs, Carol urged her to turn around again for her, her torso completely exposed in the mirrorâs reflection.
âOh my...â Carol breathed in Thereseâs ear, rolling her nipples between her fingertips. âSomeone should be photographing you, my dear.â
She was a vision, dark eyeshadow smudging, her stomach rippling with tremors and hasty breaths. And then Carol tugged her underwear down and slid two fingers against her, and she cried out.Â
Carol sucked her fingers, tasting the musk of her lover and smelling her heavenly scent before reaching down again, from behind, and firmly pushing those two teasing fingers inside.
âOh!â Therese gasped at the intrusion, and Carolâs other arm wrapped around her middle, enamoured by the little twitches in Thereseâs eyebrows that she could watch in the mirror.
âYouâre so tight, angel,â Carol growled. âDo you like it like this? Like how tight it feels?â
Therese nodded. Carol had her hoisted up where she could feel the edge of the vanity desk nudge at her clit with every thrust of Carolâs hand, shooting shivers of pleasure up her spine.
âIâm almost tempted to urge you to be one of those Playboy models,â Carol groaned, âtake photos of how gorgeous you look, especially when you're like this. Why no one has taken you on as a model yet, Iâll never understand.â
âBecause Iâm much better behind the camera,â Therese huffed.Â
âOh, I beg to differ,â Carol gripped her jaw, and Therese opened her eyes, staring into the mirror, into Carolâs sultry eyes. âLook at how fine you look; how elegant, yet disheveled. Iâd pay a fortune to have this look hanging on my wall forever. You, coming undone; absolutely perfect, my perfect angel.â
Her fingers thrust hard, and curled up, and Therese felt her clit grind against the wood, and she came. It was a sharp, short orgasm, one that faded far too quick, but left her incredibly wet and aching for more.Â
Carol, impatient as ever when she was aroused like this, pulled Thereseâs jeans down to below her knees, to allow her legs to spread, but only a little more. And then, with the slick from Thereseâs cunt and her saliva, she pressed the strap inside, filling her up with a hasty, inelegant thrust. They both groaned as their bodies joined together, and Therese could barely hold herself up as Carol set a furious, demanding pace, jaw clenched. The brunette pressed both hands flat against the mirror, looking at how Carol grabbed her hips, how her eyes raked up from her ass, to her back, and then met her gaze in the mirror.Â
It was such a tight fit, such a deliciously tight fit, and Therese felt herself losing her mind with how dirty and ferocious it felt.Â
Carol wormed her hand around and between Thereseâs legs, finding the hard tip of her clit with ease. The thrusting must have hurt her hand at least a little as it came in contact with the desk, but it barely took three thrusts for Therese to tip over again, because the consistent rubbing of Carolâs fingertips made her see stars.Â
Carol didnât stop, chasing her own release as she kept pounding, and Therese choked out incessant whimpers as the toy kept rubbing inside her.Â
But Therese knew she wouldnât be able to come like this; the angle wasnât right and the harness wasnât enough friction against her clit. She pushed up with what little strength she had, halting her loverâs thrusting. Carol watched her questioningly, barely containing herself, and then Therese reached around to push her fingers underneath the harness, until it was between the base of the cock and Carolâs mons.Â
Carol cried out, biting Thereseâs shoulder as her young lover reached for her clit, rubbing firmly and as quickly as she could in the confined space she had. Carol seemed to lose her control, forehead creasing and hands grabbling at Thereseâs waist. She managed to thrust against Thereseâs fingers, making her whimper at the cock pressing deeper again, but the brunette didnât relent until she felt that familiar tremble, and then the gush of warmth over her fingers.Â
Carolâs hands were nearly gripping her hard enough to bruise. It took several moments for the heat in them both to settle, and Therese kept her fingers pressed against Carolâs clit for as long as the shocks racked through her body.
Then, Carol tugged her hand away and slipped out the toy before practically ripping the harness apart and shaking off her pants in the process. Her naked form bracketed Thereseâs in the mirror, rubbing soothingly up and down her arms, her back.Â
âFuck,â was all she managed to say. Therese giggled, pressing her head back onto Carolâs shoulder as the blonde enveloped her, âlove you so much.â
âLove you too,â Therese whispered, her throat dry and feeling exhausted.Â
Prying away, Carol grimaced at the sound of her body unsticking from Thereseâs, their sweat and juices making them gleam in the light. Therese laughed at the expression, the feral sex beast not as present anymore as Carol checked her smudged makeup. She turned and grabbed Carolâs face, tearing her gaze away from the mirror as she began kissing her languidly and slowly, until Carol melted in her hold again.
âThereâs a bathroom down the hall on the left,â Therese suggested as Carol fanned herself, trying to get rid of the flushed look spread over her chest and face. âYou go first, I have even more things to clean up in here now.â
Carol grinned lovingly, putting on her underwear and blouse as Therese hoisted her jeans up again. They were sticky and uncomfortable, but it would have to do, at least until they got home. Chinese takeout would have to wait.
A/N: WHATâS UP, iâm alive. Yeah if youâve been here for a while, youâll probably see that I tend to go through phases of *very present online and posting lots of content* to then *disappearing for days or weeks at a time*. I always come back, I promise! Sometimes it just takes a while to crank up the motivation again, but I appreciate all of you who have stuck around thus far <3
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Minor Acts- a Jan/male reader fic
For @thesunflowersutra You wanted some fic, I have delivered. A week late but whoâs counting.
Also posted on my AO3Â if you prefer to read it there, mark for later, etc, whatever.Â
Minor Acts- 1.6k E-rated pwp smut
Jan looks at you over the cherry of his burning smoke. You'd been planning this for a while now, pouring out papers and schematics across the floor of his room. The work was finally coming to fruition.Â
Tension had been growing since youâd levered yourself off the floor earlier that day, nearly slipping on a stray paper before hauling Jan up too, ending up pulling him into your space. There'd been the hum of tension and anticipation as you packed bags and gathered supplies.Â
The plan was solid and it worked. The two of you watched the bomb go off from across the bay hidden by the night and old ocean-swept trees and distance. Coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other behind matching smiles watching the flames catch, shockwaves echoing across the water. The collapse of the human anaesthetic of TV.Â
You turn to him, euphoria of a well executed plan simmering and transforming into something a little more wild and further untamed; less satisfaction and more hunger. The discipline of the fight slinking out of you as you catch his eye, trailing over his nose and his scruff.Â
He sees you looking and like always, itâs a battle of who gives in first. You chuck your cigarette aside.
Youâre never really sure who wins or loses these games but you lean in first, catching his bottom lip. The night stretches unlimited by possibility as you push him over on the blanket, climbing on top and sitting across his hips as you feel his interest start to grow. He can feel yours assuredly as you press him down, ribcages preventing you from getting closer.Â
The wind had died down from the day and the peace of starlight and calm water tempers the flare of need you have despite the carnage across the bay. You go slow, enjoying his taste; nicotine and the sweet remnants of the joint from earlier, cheap wine from lunch, the salt and freedom of the sea.Â
He gets his hand under your shirt, trailing over your abs and toying with the band of your jeans. His eyes glitter in the dark, full of mischief with the promise of indecent misconduct. His hands move back up, across the thin lower ribs and brushing against your nipples as they push up, encouraging you to lift your arms and discard your t-shirt. The worn out cotton lands in the grass and you move your hands back down to him, getting one hand in the longer hair on top of his head and a forearm to the side to keep from smothering him. His arms come around your middle, digging into the soft muscles of your back.Â
You give him another kiss before peppering his face with them: cupid's bow, tip of his nose before dropping them across his beard line. He lets out a soft sigh and grinds up against your ass, using his grip around you to lift himself into you, being his usual needy self. You press down with your hips, angles of your bones clicking with his, your arousal trapped between you. He still struggles with trying to create some friction but you donât let him.Â
You latch onto his neck, nibbling and sucking to bruise, pulling his head back to give you space to work. Torturing him when he so clearly needs you. You pull on his hair a little more, not to hurt but to tell him to behave.Â
You sit back and pull him up a little, letting go to get his shirt off too. His rough skin tastes like the sea as you lick at him. Down over the soft swell of his pec to lavish his nipple in reward for a job well done today. He mewls so pretty, soft chest fuzz sliding against your afternoon coarseness.Â
You nose along his skin before crossing over to the other side, giving the same reward to the other nipple. He moves his hands to your hair, dragging fingers across the shorn velvet part at the base of your skull before tugging on the longer strands. You resist his insistence to hurry as you back down his body, savoring his impatience as you kiss down his linea alba, playing with the hair there.Â
You hook your fingers into his waistband, sliding them around to undo the button and pull them down and off. You stand up to shuck your own jeans off too, reaching for the backpack. He props himself up, watching you halo orange in the firelight. The night air is cooling you faster than the draining remnants of danger.Â
You packed the lube in the side pouch.Â
You settle back between his legs popping the cap and squeezing the cool liquid across your fingers. Tracing down the seam, pressing the soft skin before skipping down and pressing gently into his hole. Heâs still a little open from the morning and your finger sinks in so easy. Heâs wiggling, begging for another and you oblige; he did so good today, heâs earned it.Â
You dip in a second finger, pushing at the heat of his ring before hooking up and pressing gently at his prostate. He lets out a soft shout, not prepared for you to get to him so quickly. You usually take your time, but you have no patience for that tonight as your work burns behind you. Thereâs something driving you to skip the foreplay and get right to being close, like a final closure to the plan. Like spending the stolen cash. Like hanging the stolen art.
The papers in the morning will speculate about an accident but the evening editions will display the note he left about TV being the opiate of the masses on the front page.Â
You dip in a third finger, pulling at his ring teasing and lilting. Feathery touches to his thighs and the cut of his hip bones. Heâs a squirming mess beneath you, so beautiful in the dark and smelling like the remnants of plastic explosives.Â
You withdraw your fingers and pull him in by the hips, grabbing the lube again and drizzling some over your cock before spreading it over yourself. You grab his hips to line yourself up before pulling him up your thighs to get close enough. You angle his hips with one hand and guide yourself to his hole with the other before pushing in, the resistance light as you enter him.Â
His face makes the most exquisite scrunch as you stretch him open again. You fit yourself in and let go of his hips to drag a slick hand up his stomach, lube sticking to his happy trail. You tweak a nipple before leaning in to steal a kiss. He kisses back with a whimper, chasing your lips as you pull away and grip his waist.Â
You thrust slow and sure, his heat incredible in the night air and you want this to last.Â
His skin is warm against you, sticky with the ambient salt, his hair stiff with it. When you run your hand through the strands, they stick out in every direction, softening him in your eyes. Here, under you, heâs hardly just a hard-eyed revolutionary, heâs one of the most beautiful people and minds youâve ever met. Youâre pretty sure the image of him spread on your cock as a satellite station burns behind you casting long orange shadows across the salted bay will stay with you forever.Â
You keep thrusting in with easy and slow strokes until he looks so fragile he might cry. You like when he cries but now is hardly the place to put him back together after. You pick up the pace, changing the angle by getting further under him.Â
He soon starts to shake, tightening around you. Youâre not near enough to the edge to come at the same time but you think youâll have plenty of chances to synchronize in other aftermaths. With another drag across his prostate, heâs coming, ropes painting his stomach and reaching up his chest. Some hitting you. In his blissed out state, you fuck into him with abandon, seeking your own release until you find it burning through your core and burying deep inside him.
You stay there, buried in him, panting. Heâs starting to come down to earth himself, looking at you with hazy brown eyes. Your breaths eventually even and a calm settles over your little beachy cliff. The stars are obscured now by the smoke and light of the flames but you can feel them up there, twinkling away because everything is as it should be.Â
You pull out of him, cock soft and wet with lube and come. You back away to wipe off with the edge of a blanket and lean in to look as your come dribbles out of his ass. Itâs one of your favorite sights. You plant a kiss on both his thighs, licking up some of his cooling come before wiping the rest away with the blanket too.Â
He lets out this beautiful sigh and you know heâs about to pass out. Youâre safe for now. Content. Something bordering happiness crawling up the base of your brain stem. You hate to think itâs love but if the bomb detonates...
He falls asleep after he comes like he usually does, exactly in the position you left him in. His arms are splayed on the blanket, legs pushed out from his hips where you cleaned him off.Â
You let him sleep for a while. The sirens have only just started blaring, red and blue lights not yet flashing across the water. Heâs gorgeous when he sleeps, looking much less angry with the world. Heâll have another idea when he wakes but for now you bask in the heat of the flames and his love. Tomorrow will be another plan.
After all, whatâs a minor act of terrorism between lovers?
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