#watch me go bury my head in my pillow and cry for 3 days when i don't get any requests and my confidence as a writer vanishes completely lo

[mamirhodessxox]

Daddy Dearest <3

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Girl dad!Leon x Mom!Reader

Blue for Leon pink for reader & purple for D/N

Desc: Despite his career path Leon has been developing pretty well to his girl dad life & revolves entirely around world around his wife & sweet little angel babygirl

Tags: Tooth Aching fluff, Dilf Leon, No smut ‼️‼️‼️, Just dad Leon living his dream! No use of y/n, D/n stands for Daughters Name

I'm very serious with you guys interacting with my writing!!!! it would make me so happy & excited, the more comments & reposts the more inspiration i have to write :) Votes and comments are strongly appreciated!!!

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Leon Loving his life was an understatement, He was a miserable guy not so long ago but it all changed once he met you & had his very first child! Of course after first he was worried about being a deadbeat father, but eventually he suited up and prepared for everything was to come, dropped his drinking habits, went to therapy for most of his trauma from working on the most messed up cases world wide known to mankind & even baby proofing the entire house you two shared for over 4 years.

He even went out of his way to take random target trips with you during your pregnancy to stare at nursery furniture and random trinkets and toys he found, holding up gender neutral baby clothing before knowing the gender & asking “you think this is cute sweetheart?” It was amazing how he became so obsessed with the thought of having his own little family with a white piket fence & beautiful front lawn garden (He started gardening as a coping mechanism which would soon be one of his top hobbies he brought onto his daughter.)

During the gender reveal he was nothing but pure excitement and joy to have a little baby girl that the next day he even went back to target and came home to baby-proof the entire house, testing objects to see if they would fall on a random baby doll etc, so much so that you had to go downstairs at 12 am and force him to take a break and come to bed, “You don’t think she’ll hit her head on the table one day right? I really wouldn’t want my little princess to get hurt” “I think you need to put down the baby proofing tools for the night & actually come to bed hun, it’s almost 1 o’clock”

Some days you would be in pure anguish because D/N would be doing pure gymnastics in your belly that Leon had to ‘have a talk’ but most of the time during your pregnancy he was always talking to your tummy, Asking her to relax on the jumping around in there, Sometimes waking up super early in the morning to talk to your belly & sometimes waking you up & hearing you tell him off a little bit in a muffled voice since you were buried in your body pillow. “Hi babygirl, you excited to get outta there & see your new room? Yeah? Oh I know your excited angel but you can’t keep kicking mama like this sweetheart it hurts her!”, “Can’t keep jumpin’ around in mommy’s belly sweetness your driving her insane sweetheart” “oh yeah!?You excited babydoll?” “Good morning my sweet girl, I can’t wait to see you y’know, mommy & I are so excited to meet you & hold you & love yo-“ “Leon what the hell are you doing awake at 5:30??” “Uh oh I woke up mom” “leon I swear to god if you don’t go back to sleep.”

And then came along the arrival of his awaited babygirl, he was so excited he even set up a little mini red carpet infront of her nursery & stars next to the door & even putting a little sign on your guys’ front door in bold glittery pink ‘Welcome Home Princess D/N” He even brought a little camera to make a home tape for every memory he makes with you & your daughter so when she is finally old enough she can watch, this tape includes her birthing where your shouting & screams could be heard such as “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LEON!!” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP!”& his light crying of when she was born

After your daughter was born it was extremely difficult for you two to set a fair sleep schedule so for the first few weeks Leon would wake up at 2:30 AM whenever D/N was crying on the baby monitor and move the rocking chair placed in her room right next to the crib “What’s the matter sweetness? Can’t sleep again? I know babygirl it must be so tough trying to get your little beauty sleep huh?” He would slip his hand through the little bars of the crib and smile giddily every time she would wrap her little hand around his thumb, growing up was the most difficult for him, he cried every-time his sweet angel took her first steps, said her first word which was obviously a strained “da-da” which was to be expected since D/N was a total daddy’s girl. most of the time when he was off he would let you go to work so he could spend his days with your guys’ daughter, take her to the petting zoo, a random aquarium where she discovered her favorite animal was a sea horse, Leon’s entire existence revolved around D/N to the point where if her little fist was directed at something she wanted he bought it, she starts crying? He jumps right up to take her off your hands so you can relax, his entire world was revolving around her & you loved to see it, sometimes when you got home from work you’d see Leon on the living room floor with your daughter as she babbled playing with a random stuffed animal monkey “Hi honey, Took her to the petting zoo today, we discovered she really loves monkeys”

Some mornings when you would all sit at the table eating before the day started Leon would watch her in her high chair chew on whatever she had in-front of her causing a small mess where he would chuckle & clean up after her “Your just one messy little girl huh princess? Gonna have to teach you manners now little lady.” And then came the day where she got her very first booboo, I’m sure you can imagine what happened, Little D/N was running around the backyard chasing a butterfly while you & Leon just finished harvesting this falls apples and then randomly you heard a tiny little wail behind you causing Leon to jump up from the ground and scoop up his baby girl “Baby she has a cut on her knee we need to take her to the hospital now! Get in the car!” “Honey I think she’s alright nothing a little rubbing alcohol & a band aid can’t fix.” When the two of you went inside and into the bathroom he sat on the edge of the bath tub and sat little D/N on his knee while you rubbed some alcohol on her knee which reasonably made her wail out more than she did beforehand causing Leon to start tearing up and kissing the top of her head “I know angel I know it hurts but we can’t let your lil’ booboo get worse & nasty now can we?” Once you finished that 1 minute of anguish you two sat in the living room holding her close as you slightly teased Leon for his light crying “You love making daddy cry now don’t you honey? You know you have him tied up around your little finger huh” You joked while Leon grunted while worryingly making sure she didn’t hurt herself again

One day you caught him in her room when she was around 4 years old having a little tea party, he was sat in a chair next to her that was far to tiny for him to fit in as he wore a pink tiara around his head that was again to tiny for him & a pink fluffy tutu around his waist while fake sipping tea from the tea cup while causing her to giggle, You had just gotten home from work & leaned against the doorway smiling and holding in a laugh but Leon smiled back and stood up and had the tiny chair stuck on his ass causing you & D/N to laugh obnoxiously especially after he eventually was able to pull it off and walk over to you mumbling “shut up.” Before kissing you lightly & asking how your day went. Obviously because of his career he had to miss some important events at school for D/N and he felt AWFUL. He cried in your arms one night after returning from a 1 week trip where he missed father daughter school day where he imagined his poor babygirl sitting at her table in kindergarten watching everyone else with their dad while she had a confused expression. And every single night after that for a month straight he would have little sleepovers in her room where he read her bedtime stories, you know that one 3 little kitties book from despicable me? He obviously read that to her with the brightest smile on his face and once it was time for bed her would sleep on the floor right next to her toddler bed “Goodnight babygirl, daddy loves you so so much y’know that? You got his heart right in your little fist”

By the time she was 10 he was always helping her with school projects & homework & even going to father daughter dances with her, if

D/N wanted something all she had to do was ask and bat her little lashes, some days when he went to go pick her up from school with you in the car he would see her talking to a boy before running off to the car leaving him with a puzzled face “who the hell is that little twerp near my daughter? She does know he is not good enough for her right?” “Nuh-uh Leon, Don’t start let her have friend alright?” “Sweetheart just look at the little shit! He’s practically blushing looking at her right now!” “Oh stop it.”

Just imagine what it would be like when D/N is finally a teenager and brings a boy home for the first time..Leon makes it VERY clear nobody is good enough for his little girl & never will be, he is the entire reason why her standards will be extremely high…

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[stuffeddeer]

hiii! how about ~any bsd characters of your choice~ when they make you cry for the first time during an argument? (maybe they say something mean, weaponize your insecurities, tell you to shut up (yeah, i'm sensitive to this heh), won't listen to you, etc)

yayyy any of my choice!!! that means my faves dazai and nikolai <3 love u anon

cw: intimacy ? "fuck" is used multiple times, u call urself an escort

A soft breath left your lips as you stared at your ceiling. Without even looking at the clock, you were sure it read some time past 12. You had quite a late night, even just the thought causing you to feel tired again. Closing your eyes tightly, you buried your face into your pillow, turning over in bed to do so.

The movement is followed by a deep chuckle from beside you, causing your eyes to snap open in surprise for a moment. There he is: the man who kept you up.

"Oh, you're still here." You spoke before thinking, the words coming out of your mouth as merely an observation.

"Ouch," he smirked, his hand reaching out to gently brush some hair from your face. "Good morning. Or should I say good afternoon, hm?"

"Um, sure. Thanks for last night, I suppose." Is that what he's waiting on? Acknowledgment? You pull the covers further up, making to sure cover as much of your torso as you can.

Your ex boyfriend only smirked, fingers trailing down your body just above the thick blankets. He propped his head up on one hand, elbow sinking slightly into your mattress. The way the afternoon sun danced between his brown curls made you think of last night, and how nice it felt to grip his soft hair once again. The thought makes you sigh, turning away from him to gaze at the ceiling once more.

"Hey, so, um, I gotta get ready. I have plans later..." you trail off, hoping he'll take the hint. Your ex has always been smart, especially socially - he'll understand.

And he does, for the most part, but he doesn't care. "Kicking me out already? The day just started. I thought you'd at least offer me a bowl of cereal before sending me away." His tone is teasing, the same smug smirk sitting prettily on his lips. "What are your plans, then? Anything I can tag along for?"

The incredulous look on your face gives away your confusion. "What..? No. Hey, thanks again for last night, but this is where we part. You got what you wanted, didn't you?"

He pouts at your words before sitting up. "Yeah, fine. I got what I wanted. Didn't realize this was just a fuck for you."

"Are you saying for you this was more?" You asked genuinely.

"No, I just thought it might have been more for you," he replies dismissively. Standing up, he begins pulling on his pants. "Have fun on your date, then."

You nod, unaware of his trap as you reply genuinely. "Thanks, I'll try."

He pauses, one leg in his pant leg and the other hovering just above it. "So you are prepping for a date."

Looking at him curiously, you nod. "Mhm, yeah. I was chatting with someone on Tinder. Figured I shouldn't go running to my ex whenever I need a good fuck."

He scoffs. "You think you can get a good fuck anywhere else?"

"That's what I'm tryna find out. Put on your pants, please."

"I guess it's my fault then, hm?" His eyes narrowed at you, giving nothing away as he remained frustrated and angry.

"...Fault for what?" You were confused, unaware as to what he was hinting at.

Your ex grits his teeth, feeling annoyed at your obliviousness. "For thinking we might actually get back together."

His words left you stunned for a moment, watching in silence he pulled his pants on the rest of the way. With a rather solemn expression, he shook his head in defeat and put his shirt on quickly. "There's my answer, then," he murmured, more to himself than you as he turned to leave.

Anger coursed through your body. How dare he play the hurt victim now? "Hey, fuck you!" You shouted without thinking. What a colossal asshole! "The night I broke up with you, you told me you never even liked me in the first place! And now what, you suddenly wanna 'rekindle what we had?' What did we have, Dazai? Please, enlighten me, because I find myself remembering that our whole relationship was just you talking down to me and treating me like some second-rate escort! I'm sorry for wanting more," you unloaded. Every thought that had been bouncing around in your head moved out of the way as you admitted what had been eating at you during the year of your relationship together. "It was our one year anniversary, you know, when I finally called it quits. Did you even remember?"

He didn't; of course not. You could just tell by his continued silence and the way he glanced away.

Tears brimmed your eyes. The only thing worse than his condescending remarks was the silence. You couldn't stand his quiet behavior, even when you were together - it screamed pity, and that's the last thing you wanted from someone who always knew what to say. "Get the fuck out of my house." You flopped back against your bed, burying your face into a soft pillow for the second time since waking up less than 10 minutes ago.

The sound of his feet pattering away is unheard by you, barely able to hear anything over the ringing in your head. As silently as you can, you sob into your pillow, feeling hurt and used by your stupid ex boyfriend.

Nikolai, in his crusade for emotional freedom, sometimes found himself treating you in a way that was less than ideal. He liked starting arguments with you, “proving” he didn’t love you as much as he clearly did and definitely wasn’t willing to do anything you asked. It was always over small things, like who made dinner (he’d get mad if you made it since he wanted to treat you or get mad that he’d have to make it since he always does) or how you hogged the blankets at night. Because of this, you usually overlooked it — you understand that it’s his way of proving his freedom and it never devolved into anything more.

Until today, that is. You could hardly remember what the argument was originally about, but he just kept pushing…

“Nikolai, I don’t even know what I did wrong.” Tears were starting to gather in your eyes, making them puffy and glazed over. The more he raised his voice, the more you shrunk in on yourself.

“That’s the problem! How could you not know?!” He took a step closer, towering over you with his large frame.

It was almost hard to breathe, panic coursing through your veins as you suddenly pushed him away with every ounce of strength you had. Silence coursed between the two of you, air tense and uncomfortable. Your tears finally spill once you notice how your hands are shaking. Fine, if he wanted to be free, then far be it from you to stop him.

Wiping your cheeks, you weakly reply, “Get out of my apartment.”

The white haired man paused, waiting to see if you meant it. You didn’t, not really, but it’s embarrassing to admit that when you gaze at your fearfully shaking hands. This isn’t how a boyfriend should treat his partner.

“Please, Nikolai…” You’d fold, you always did, so you resorted to begging while you still had the courage.

That courage wavers fully as his hands rested on your hips, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “It’s my fault, baby,” he whispers. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll get you flowers, and we can order your favorite takeout and have a picnic in the living room while watching your favorite movie…” His thumbs brushed the fresh tears away before both hands grabbed yours. “The last thing I want is for my dove to be scared of me, I swear. I love you more than anything, you’re all I want,” he presses soft kisses against your knuckles, “please, just let me stay...”

You fold.

thank you for this bc i have been ITCHING to write for nikolai my wife my girlfriend my lover (I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR HIM B4 SORRY)

[luv4georgie]

ooh that prompt list is lowkey 🔥🔥

can i get a (squinting like im trying to order fast food) number 14 angst? it can be with any sauce (driver)

my kind of woman.

Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Oscar Piastri, and girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, get into a fight over something extremely stupid.

warnings: FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS, extremely slightly toxic, shouting, mentions of Gods torture to woman because of what Eve did 🙄🙄, swearing!!!

prompt 14 on angst- “just… lay down with me”

“your my, my, my, kinda woman”

“don’t even bother coming Y/n” was the last words that came out of Oscar’s mouth. he’s called me shortened version of my name during an argument before but never my full name. my face dropped and my stomach sunk to my feet when i heard my boyfriend say my full name. that’s when i instantly thought it was my fault. Oscar was off to the Australian Grand Prix after the ‘fight’ happened. it wasn’t physical or anything just really verbal. i was scared of him. i couldn’t tell if he could tell i was. he really shouted. i don’t know why. i was on my period, which made things 10x worse. as soon as i heard the hotel door slam shut, i burst into sobs.

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“Oscarr” i sung, skipping over to my boyfriend. it was day 3 of my period and i was in a pretty good mood because i hadn’t got any cramps today. it was around 7-8am and i wasn’t tired for some reason. “what” my boyfriend, Oscar, responded to me. i flinched slightly, but brushed it off and smiled. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him. he was sitting on the hotel couch with a coffee sat on the table in-front of him, going cold. i kissed his temple but instead of doing something nice in return, he grabbed my arms and shoved me off of him. i let out a quiet ‘oh’ as i felt a pang in my chest. “oh” he mocked in a weird, lazy tone. i just narrowed my eyes at him. “sorry?” i said, making sure i heard him right. “oh shush Y/n”. he rarely uses my full name on me so it was clearly serious.

“what’s wrong Osc?” i asked. “oh my god” he whispered to himself. i stepped back in disgust at my boyfriends new attitude. he turned his head around to face me “i told you to shush? didn’t you fucking here me?” he said a little but louder this time. “but i was just trying to find out what’s u-” i started. then he got up and really shouted. what had him in such a bad mood this morning? tears pricked my eyes as he shouted all horrible words at me. “O-Osc-” “no Y/n, i don’t want to fucking hear it”. i was really upset. i hadn’t done anything. have i? then i heard him mumble under his breath. ‘stupid bitch’ “Oscar what the fuck?!” i whisper-shouted, due to my tears getting in the way of everything. “you heard me.” he said. then i cried. “jesus christ… here you go with fucking crying” he says, throwing his hands in the air and letting them smack back down by his sides. making me flinch hard. he didn’t even care. “don’t even bother coming Y/n”

(hours later…)

my face was buried in the hotel pillows. i was trying to sleep but i couldn’t i just laid there, face down blankly. my cheeks were stained with tears. but i didn’t care. i just sat there for hours, rethinking and trying to figure out what i had done wrong that morning. until i heard the front door open, a bag drop and light footsteps coming towards the door. “hi baby” was what i heard. hi baby? the fucking audacity this man has to scream in my face and come back to say ‘hi baby’?? after not getting a response, Oscar walked over to the bed, took of his shoes, tried to touch my leg in a form of comfort but i just shook him off of me. he sat on the bed for a few seconds, most likely watching to see if i would respond. after still no reply he got up and turned the shower on. he was probably sweaty anyways. after a few minutes (because whoever wrote this, oh me, is lazy asf) Oscar came out the shower and put a pair of sweats on and a hoodie.

i felt the bed dip beside me and a hand went on my lower back. “are you okay?” he said. i just got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the couch. Oscar shouted after me “Y/n/n!”. still no response. he followed me out the room and to the couch. “what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “what’s up? what’s fucking up? what do you mean Oscar? you fucking screamed at me this morning and now your trying to see what’s up?” i finally confronted him. he squinted his eyes at himself and once he finally remembered everything he ran a hand over his face. “i’m so sorry about that, my love, i was just really tired” “that’s not an excuse to shout at me Oscar, i was really upset” i whimpered. he just had a-lot of sympathy in his eyes and left me there, sitting on the rather uncomfortable couch.

after minutes that felt like hours, i got up and went to the bedroom me and Oscar had set in. i cracked the door open slightly. “Osc?” i whispered. “yes?” he replied. “can i sleep in here? i’m sorry i tried to sleep on the couch”. even in the dark i could tell Oscar was smiling. “please, just… come and lie down with me, i want to hold you” so that’s just what i did. “i love you Y/n/n, so much and i’m sorry i lashed out on you like that. it wasn’t okay and i will do everything in my power to make sure it will never ever happen again. im so so sorry and i love you so so much” “i love you too koala” we both giggled and lay there, holding, kissing and touching each-other. not sexually. just like we had been touched starved our whole lives and we just wanted human contact. i love him and i trust he wouldn’t do it again.

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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is short :( it’s midnight after all and i have an assignment due at 9 that i haven’t actually done so i will 1000000% be doing that… AFTER I DO SOME OTHER REQUESTS 🥳🥳 don’t worry its not an assignment that matters. i’m already trained in Marine Biology (my dream job!!) and can’t wait to pursue my career!!!

[shoyoist]

⠀⠀──── 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 : kisaki tetta.

content: fem!reader. unprotected + rough sεx, degradation, light bοndage, hair pulling, he is mean! and then very nice. one slap, he has a watch and rings on, one instance of the term 'whοre'. overstim, brief description of svbspace.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kisaki is so very nice and sweet to you, until he snaps.

kisaki prides himself in being a gentleman. he's refined — handsome, calculating, smooth-voiced and so kind to you.

he treats you like royalty. calls you his darling, kisses you good morning and good night. opens doors for you, gets on his knees to put your shoes on for you. pays for everything. and he never, ever breaks.

not until the nights that follow after a day in which things go wrong for him at work. when something crucial goes awry, when a vital plan fails, when there's a group of traitors discovered amongst the underlings. he gets angry.

and for most people, kisaki tetta's anger means death. but you welcome it with open arms<3.

“ha—ah, tetta!” you cry out, chin digging into your pillow, tits and stomach pressed into the sheets so hard as kisaki pushes you down into the mattress as he towers over you, the heat of his body washing over your skin as he fucks you from the back, hard. “tetta, tetta—please!”

“shut up,” kisaki hisses through clenched teeth, readjusting his grip on your wrists that are roped up behind your back by the coils of his pretty, black and beige pencil-striped tie. “shut up and take it.”

and you will. it's not as if you have a choice. you want to tell him his cock feels so good, you want to tell him harder, tetta! and you want to babble sweet nothings about how much you love him so it makes him feel better—

but with each drag of his length past your sweet spot and every forceful kiss of his cockhead at your cervix, all the words on your tongue evaporate and all the thoughts in your head fall apart. he's fucking you dumb.

so you shut up and let him fuck you, lost in the sting of his hips against your ass and the tantalising slap of his balls against your clit every time he slides deep inside enough— pitchy little ah-ah-ah-ah!’s forced out of your wet, kiss-swollen lips with each thrust.

the scent of sweat, cigars and eau savage fills your lungs with each gasp, the taste of it touching the back of your throat— he'd forgotten to take his watch off, and as he maintains his balance by holding onto your body as you lay under him, you feel the metal strap of the watch dig into your lower back, pinching your skin between the little links. “tetta!”

he doesn't relent. it gives him a rush, a thrill to hear his name leave your pretty little mouth with such fervour, such love and such pleasure.

you will never do him wrong. you're perfect.

his dick, pretty and blushed and drooling pearls of precum into you, fits so well into your little cunt. your warm, velvet walls hug him so tight, fluttering around him just right as he fucks you, pace only increasing with the height of his frustration.

you bury your face into the pillow, moaning into it— and he snaps at you, burying a hand into your hair and pulling your head back up. “stay up,” he orders, his usual gentleness gone without a trace. “say my name.”

“mmmh, tetta!” you obey, such a good little pet for him, your pupils nearly going heart shaped as your eyes roll back, the way he pulls you up by your hair while rolling his hips in and fucking his cock into your cunt all the way has you shaking. god, you love it when he's like this.

“again,” kisaki spits, giving your hair a sharp yank— and you moan, throwing your head back and pushing your body back into his mean, sloppy rhythm. “tetta, tetta, tetta! mmm, love you!”

he slaps the back of your thigh as he pulls back, the metal of his rings painful against the plush of your skin — but you can't even give him a whine because he's already sinking his cock balls deep into you, and immediately the pain is forgotten by the overwhelming surge of bliss.

“you love me?” kisaki scoffs, breathless yet so mean. “do you really, huh? sweetheart?”

“mhm!” you nod, half-conscious as you focus on the tightening of your entire body with the impending orgasm, yet so eager to please him. “i love you soo much!”

“‘s that so?” he lets go of your hair to palm your throat, pulling you up and enjoying the way your back arches so lovely as he leans in, turning your face to a side so he can kiss you. “mhm!” you say again, into his mouth.

“turn over, then.” he rasps, and you pause, heart dropping just a little when his tone doesn't change into something sweeter. he yanks the tie away from your arms, freeing you and leaving you with chafed wrists and sore arms where the coarse fabric had ground on your skin. “turn over, honey.”

“mmm,” you mumble, knowing he'll kiss your wrists and rub your arms for you later.

pulling away and turning over onto your back, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him back in as he kneels between your thighs. “‘m close, tetta,” you tell him, turning your voice as sweet as you can possibly make it. “please don't be mean. let me cum. please?”

“if you loved me,” his eyes glint dangerously behind his glasses, as he corrects them and pushed them up his nose. “you'd be letting me cum first.”

of course! you'll let him do it, you're letting him use your body and your little cunt to vent his frustrations out on, aren't you? your greatest pride and joy is to make him happy at your hands, isn't it?

“mm, cum in me, tetta.” you smile, so pretty underneath him. you lift your ass up a little, grinding your wet cunt against his dick, wanting it back inside you. “want it in me.”

“good girl.” is all kisaki tells you, before he's giving his cock back to you— he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling your body up and slotting his cock back inside, and he can't help the smirk that tugs at his mouth when you grip the sheets, throwing your head back and moaning his name so well.

“that's it.” he squeezes your hip. “just like that, sweetheart. little whore when you're on me.” and you are. oh, you are.

it takes him only a few more thrusts before he's cumming into you, and the warm, sticky feeling of his cum filling your little hole up and dripping out—

the hot, slippery mess that forms between your bodies as he keeps his pace up, neatly trimmed nails and watch strap digging into your thighs as he holds onto you and fucks every drop as deep in you as he can — it pushes you off the edge, too. “tetta, tetta! ‘m cumming, cumming!”

”mhm,” he smiles at the familiar babble of needy little moans that leave your lips, cock twitching inside you with just a hint of overstimulation as you tighten around him so bad he can barely move. “go on, sweetheart.”

“touch me!” you sob, knowing that your orgasm is going to be overwhelming after what he's put you through, fucking you senseless like that. “please tetta, please—”

his fingers graze your clit then, thumbing some cum off his dick before pressing it into the puffy little bundle of nerves, and the electric pleasure that courses through you at the single, so very needed stimulation is white hot. “cumming, cumming, cumming—”

your legs kick out around his waist, and beyond your ring of blinding bliss, you can hear him laugh. he slows down, the mean cant of his hips getting gradually gentle until he stops. when he slips his cock out of your cunt, it comes out with a wet sound — and as you lift your head, giddy and dazed, you see how pretty and red it's gotten, and a giggle escapes you.

“tetta,” you sigh. “do you love me?”

“of course.” kisaki answers, and your heart warms when you hear the gentle tone to his voice. “of course i love you. you know that, right?”

“mhm.” you smile again as he leans down, tanned chest glowing with sweat as it meets yours, and he kisses you softly, such a lovely contrast to how he was earlier. he cups your cheek, turning his face a little as he sighs into the embrace when you wrap your arms around him. of course he loves you. “i do know. don't worry.”

when kisaki hums against your lips, you feel his smile, too. “good.”

[therumbleof1967]

hello! i was curious to see if u could do a fem reader x dallas?

where reader is just really stressed, overstimulated and having a really bad day and she promised one of her friends (angela) that she would go to this party with her and reader promised she would and she doesn’t wanna back out. and reader is struggling with her hair and dallas ends up coming to her house to see her and finds her crying and she explains that she’s just upset and sad and he just holds her and comforts her and tells angela himself that reader isnt going, dallas ends up staying the night and comforts her.

does that make sense?

if not im sorry! u dont have to do it

much love <3

Hey! Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to this, I haven’t checked my inbox in FOREVER lol 😂. YES! This makes so much sense and I LOVESE this idea! I hope you enjoy this story, sending you and your loved ones much love as well, stay gold friends ☀️

A Night In

I had promised Angela, my ever-enthusiastic friend, that I would join her at the party tonight. But as I struggled with my hair, trying to tame the frizz that seemed to mock my every attempt, I couldn’t help but feel the sadness bubble up. I twisted my hair into a knot, frustration boiling over, and hot tears slid down my cheeks.

“Come on, Y/N,” I muttered to myself, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You can’t back out now.” But the thought of mingling in a loud, crowded room made me feel even more overwhelmed. My brain felt like it was in a constant state of overdrive.

I buried my head in my hands, feeling utterly defeated. That’s when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “Y/N? It’s me, Dally!” His voice, laid-back yet somehow always filled with concern, cut through the noise in my head.

“Go away, Dallas,” I called, hoping he’d take the hint. But after a moment, the door creaked open, and he peeked in.

“What’s going on in here? You look like you’ve been through a tornado,” he said, stepping inside. His hazel eyes widened when they landed on my tear-streaked face, and he walked over to me, kneeling down to meet my gaze.

“I just... I can't.” The words tumbled out, barely audible between sobs. I confessed, “I promised Angela I’d go to the party, but I can’t handle it. I’m just so stressed and tired.”

Dallas’s expression softened, a rare gentleness replacing his usual bravado. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend around me.” He reached out, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face, and the simple gesture grounded me.

“I feel so overwhelmed, Dally. Everything is just... too much,” I admitted, my voice shaking.

He let out a breath, leaning back against my bed and pulling me gently into his arms. I melted against him, the warmth of his body bringing a strange sense of comfort. “You’re not alone, alright? Tell Angela I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

I shook my head, feeling the weight of my feelings slacken a little. “I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“Who cares about disappointing her. You need to take care of yourself first,” Dallas said, his voice steady. “We’ll hang out here instead. Just the two of us. We’ll order some pizza or something and watch bad movies.”

I smiled faintly, appreciating his idea. That sounded so much better than mingling at a party. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all, babe,” he replied with a casual shrug, although I knew how much he valued his social life. “I’ll text Angela and let her know what’s up. Promise she’ll understand.”

He pulled out his phone, typing swiftly, while I leaned back against my pillows, allowing myself to breathe a little easier. It was as if the weight on my chest began to lift with each passing moment. He looked up, catching my gaze. “See? You're already doing better.”

“Thanks, Dally,” I whispered, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest.

“Anytime. I’m not going anywhere.” He settled beside me, his presence soothing in the chaotic whirlwind of my thoughts.

As the minutes drifted by, I felt the tension slowly dissipate. Dallas stayed beside me, occasionally cracking jokes or recounting absurd stories from his day. Each laugh felt like a balm to my soul, and I couldn’t help but find solace in the way he effortlessly lightened my mood.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow in my room, I felt a deep sense of comfort. I closed my eyes, resting my head against his shoulder. “You know, I think you’re the best distraction I could’ve asked for,” I admitted softly.

“Guess I have my moments,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

As I listened to his voice, feeling grateful for this unexpected night, I realized that sometimes, all you needed was someone to remind you it was okay to take a step back and breathe. And with Dally by my side, I knew I could face tomorrow, one breath at a time.

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader CW : Death

17

Everything happened so fast, perhaps it would feel that way regardless; no matter how sick he was or how old you were it would always be too soon. Two days before, at 3:14AM Marco called to tell you Pops was gone, and you hadn't shed a single tear. Things had to be done. The boys had to be taken care of.

There was a light snow falling making the night feel quieter.

"Do you want me to put on some music?" Zoro asked softly resting his chin on your head.

You hummed in affirmation and he shifted to get his phone. Since Pops passed away he'd been sleeping in your bed. You didn't want to leave your brothers but Zoro also brought a sense of calm and comfort. He obviously didn't mind the switch in sleeping arrangements. All that mattered at the moment was that you were ok. He was quite concerned that you had yet to cry. The days before you had no problem breaking down once the two of you were alone, but now you just stayed quiet and stared off into space. Perhaps you had exhausted all of your tears, but he had a feeling it was just building.

Soft music filled your room as his arms made their way back around you.

"It's almost three." he murmured.

"I'm not sleepy." you buried your face in his shoulder.

"That's ok. We can just lay here." he rubbed comforting circles on your back, "Do you need anything?"

"This is perfect. Thank you."

After a few quiet moments, someone tapped on your bedroom door.

"Yes?" you called rising from your boyfriend's chest.

The door cracked open as Luffy peeked in, "Can I sleep in here?"

"Of course baby," you answered climbing over Zoro to grab blankets to spread on the carpet. As you were making Luffy's pallet there was another knock.

"Come in."

"Uh...is it ok..." Ace trailed off catching sight of what you were doing.

"Yes Freckles, you'll need more blankets though."

Ace turned to fetch more blankets and bumped into Sabo.

"I'll get pillows." the blond murmured disappearing down the hall.

Ten minutes later all three of your baby brothers were camped out on your bedroom floor. For a moment you worried it would be awkward with Zoro in the bed with you but the only person who seemed to care was you. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to try anything while you were not really emotionally available.

He was really handling this whole situation better than you expected. Normally the beginning stages of a relationship are the most affectionate and yours was spent full of tears and anxiety, none of that being his fault, but he seemed to roll with it all. Zoro, of course, just wanted you to be comfortable and happy if right now things had to feel more platonic then so be it.

You rested your head on his shoulder while you both stared at the ceiling.

"Luffy, get your cold ass feet out of my blanket." Ace muttered kicking the youngest's feet.

"But, you're warm." Luffy kicked back, "I'm wearing socks."

"Stop, you're kicking me, idiots." Sabo grumbled.

In a matter of seconds, a WWE match was taking place in the middle of your room. Instead of scolding them and breaking up their fight you found yourself unable to contain your laughter. Uncontrolled melodic giggles pushed passed your lips eventually stopping your brother's brawl. Zoro turned on his side, your laugh had to be one of the greatest sounds ever created.

He was a bit alarmed to see tears rolling down your cheeks. Your laughter quickly turning into sobs and hiccups. Zoro pulled you into a seated position and held you against his chest.

"It's alright." he murmured against your temple.

Your brothers drooped back, all three feeling guilty for bringing on whatever kind of manic episode you were experiencing. Of course, it wasn't their fault.

"Are you ok?" Sabo questioned once you'd calmed down.

"S-sorry you guys," you mumbled wiping your face with your shirt, "it just reminded me of when you were little."

You turned to see them all watching you with puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not sad... it was just cute, and I couldn't help but think of how Pops would burst in and yell at us for being loud in the middle of the night."

"We were always getting yelled at huh?" Ace rubbed his nape.

"We really were brats though." you chuckled.

"You still are," Zoro added making you pout and push him.

"F/N?" Luffy called quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Would it be ok if you read?"

You smiled at your little brother and turned the lamp on your side table up to the next setting.

"Your book is on the desk."

After handing you the book everyone settled back into their bedding while you sat against Zoro and turned to the first chapter.

_____________

"Goddamnit, does it always take this long for you people to get ready, yoi?" Marco shouted down the hall.

Ace was in the shower, Sabo and Luffy had gone back to their rooms and you and Zoro were getting dressed in yours.

"Yes!" You and Sabo called back.

"Just hurry up. We have a schedule to keep with the funeral home." Marco's voice got further away as he went downstairs.

"You think this is ok? Shouldn't I be wearing black?" Zoro asked buttoning his navy shirt and tucking it into charcoal gray trousers.

"It's fine, Tiger." you were pinning your hair back at your vanity, "You didn't have a black suit anyway, and I think you look nicer in gray."

"I guess that's all that matters then." he flipped his collar up and began tying his tie.

You stood and slipped into the dress you'd picked. It was black with a boat neckline, three-quarter sleeves and an A-line skirt, Pop's had always liked it on you.

"Can you zip me?" you asked turning your back to Zoro who obliged, "How's this? Too much?"

He felt a little bad for all of the thoughts that dress elicited considering the occasion - 'too much' was definitely not one of them.

"Perfect." he finally managed.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Here’s To The Future - Part 3: Cornered

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: NSFW, Lots of emotions, arguing, Hunter is a little bit of a dick, some rehashing of CW pain, badly written smut

A/N: May the 4th be with you! Here's the much anticipated update. I combined Episodes 3 and 4 for this one, since I wanted to focus more on Midinght and less on following the plot of the show. Stuff still happens, but significantly less action than the previous two chapters. Lots of feelings, lots of angst.My Hunter girlies, I did promise.

Also I am still looking for a beta reader for this one, so if you’re interested…

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She can feel him. 

Arms snake around her, a firm chest presses against her back. His nose presses into her hair, inhaling deeply. She can feel the thump of his heart, long fingers lacing with hers. The musky smell of him, mixed with blaster residue and plastoid. He’s warm, he’s real. 

There’s a hand on her but it’s not his. 

She’s clutching his pillow, face half buried in it. Tears are streaming, wetting the pillow. 

“Hey.” A quiet voice whispers, the hand shaking her. 

She turns on her back, blinking through the tears. She can’t see clearly, but she doesn’t need to. 

“Come on.” He motions with his head, stepping back from the bunk. 

Midnight sniffles, wiping her face. The dream had felt so real. For a moment she thought he really was here. He really had crawled into the bunk and held her like he had so many times before. It had only been a dream, though. He was still gone. He was still missing. 

Midnight crawls out of the bunk, dropping down quietly. Tech’s bunk is still empty, but Wrecker and Hunter’s are occupied. She follows Echo to the hull, watching as he kneels down, pulling a panel off the wall. 

It’s quiet for a few moments, Midnight watching him fiddle with some wiring. She shifts on her feet, unsure if she should be helping, or if he’ll ask her to. It wasn’t unusual for Tech to drag her somewhere and expect her to jump in and help him without direction. Echo was usually more straightforward. 

“Back when I was a reg, I was really close to one of my batch mates.” He starts talking, his back still to her. “Fives, we called him, because his designation number was all fives. We were assigned to the Domino Squad during our training. We wound up being the only two of the Domino Squad to survive and we were placed in the 501st.” 

Midnight sinks down onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. She’d heard about his early days, how he’d come to join the 501st before, but he had never mentioned anyone specific besides Captain Rex. She knew what happened to him to an extent, but he avoided talking about his time before Skako Minor in detail, unless something specific came up. She knows he’d rather move on from it, he’d rather not remember. 

“I never asked Rex when he died, or how.” He shakes his head, sitting up on his knees. “I know he’s gone because if he were still alive, he wouldn’t have given up either. He would have been right beside Rex, doing everything he could to rescue me.” He places the panel back in place, keeping his back turned to her. “I know it’s not the same. I can’t even begin to understand what it feels like. We’re taught from a young age any of us could die at any moment. That doesn't mean we don’t feel it, but we bury it because we have to keep fighting.” 

Tears burn Midnight’s eyes once more, her grip tightening around her legs as she tries hard not to cry again. “It hurts.” She sniffles. “It hurts so much.” 

“I know.” He turns to face her, a sad look in his eyes. “Hunter told us what happened, what Suu told him.  I know you want to do this alone. I don’t blame you. None of us are really good at this.” 

“I’ve always had to do it alone.” Midnight laughs, more at herself than anything else. “We’re not that different, you know. I never got to mourn anyone. My mom disappeared when I was ten years old. I couldn’t do anything but miss her sometimes because I had to take care of myself. So many friends either left or just disappeared and you never blink twice at it because that’s just the way things are. That’s just...life.” She sobs quietly, fresh tears falling. “This hurts so much worse.” 

“Because Crosshair didn’t just disappear.” Echo says, taking her hand in his. “He betrayed you. He betrayed all of us.” 

“Does it ever go away?” She whispers, clutching onto his hand tightly. 

“No.” He says. “Not entirely. You just...begin to feel it less and less often.” 

She wipes her tears, a futile action since more just keep falling. “I wish I had done something sooner.” 

“You couldn’t have known.” Echo says, pulling her to her feet. “None of us could have known. Don’t beat yourself up too much. Don’t beat the others up either. They’re trying their best.” 

Echo does have a point. It’s not just her that’s lost Crosshair. On top of everything else that’s happened, she’s not helping any. 

“Come on.” Echo takes her hand, leading her towards the door. “If you want to sleep more, you can use my bunk. I’ll be working on repairs for a while.” 

“Can I...do anything to help?” She asks. 

He shakes his head. “No offense, but I don’t think you’d be much help.” 

Midnight shrugs. “I can fit into small places.” 

“You’re not the only one that can.” Echo gives her a grin. “I’d rather have you resting.”

Right. Omega. She hadn’t spent much time with the kid. Kids aren’t really her thing. She avoided them as much as possible on Coruscant, since she knew most of them would beat her up for spare change or something to eat. She feels a little guilty for basically ignoring the kid. Maybe she should spend some time with Omega. For female solidarity or something like that. 

Midnight takes Echo’s offer, slipping into his bunk. She doesn’t sleep, instead she lays awake, staring at the top of the bunk. Echo did have a point. It wasn’t like they weren’t trying to help her. She knows Hunter was only trying to help her, offering her an option if she wanted it. 

She probably shouldn’t have gotten so upset about it. The thought of leaving them, even if it was safer for her, hadn’t even crossed her mind. She’d rather face danger head on with them than leave them behind. Even if Crosshair is gone, she can’t fathom the thought of losing the rest of them. 

She’s not sure how long she’s laid there when the privacy curtain is pulled back, Hunter leaning down with a box of rations in his hands. “Food time.” He says, holding it out to her. 

Midnight doesn’t feel hungry, but she knows she should probably eat. They were running low and safe places to stop were going to get harder and harder to find. She takes a bar, swinging her legs over the side of the bunk. “Thanks.” 

“Are you...alright?” Hunter asks, eyeing her hunched over position. 

He’s not asking if she’s wholly okay. He wants to know if she’s physically hurt. Is she okay? No. Is she injured? No. 

“Yeah.” She nods, trying to smile but she’s sure it looks more like a grimace. “Not my first firefight, remember?” 

He nods, looking down. “Right.” 

He turns, looking like he wants to move away but she stands, calling out to him. “Hunter?”

He turns to face her and she gets lost in his eyes for a moment. She had gotten used to seeing the stern face of her Sergeant recently, and had missed the softness he used to look at her with when they weren’t in a fight or running for their lives. 

“I-” 

She’s cut off as the ship violently jerks, nearly throwing her from her feet. She manages to catch herself on the edge of the bunk, keeping her feet under her. Hunter runs for the cockpit, and she follows, barely able to keep her feet as the ship continues to violently shake. 

“Getting thrown out of hyperspace. I’d say that’s pretty critical, Tech.” Hunter says, bracing himself on the back of the pilot’s seat. 

They were no longer in hyperspace, instead plummeting straight towards a moon. 

“It’s not affecting life support. We’re fine.” Tech says, like they’re not about to crash land on some moon they’ve never even heard of. 

“Are you kidding me?” Hunter asks in disbelief. 

“The power capacitor’s blown. We need to land immediately.” Echo says from the copilot’s seat. 

“Strap in!” Hunter yells, moving to the seat behind the copilot. 

Midnight takes the seat behind Tech, holding on for dear life. They plummet through the thick clouds of the moon’s atmosphere, alarms blaring from the ship. Midnight trusts Tech’s flying abilities, but while crashing? The gonk droid slides up into the cockpit, many loose items clanging around in the back as they continue to nosedive towards the surface of the moon. 

Tech pulls up on the controls, managing to flatten out the Marauder before it slams into the moon’s surface, sliding to a stop. Midnight lets out the breath she was holding, hands still clutching the seat tightly. 

Hunter rises to his feet, helping the gonk droid up before looking in the back. “Everybody all right?” He puts a hand on her shoulder and she nods, still holding onto the seat. 

Is she really okay? 

No. 

Definitely not now. 

***

Midnight stacks empty crates back in their place, working with Wrecker and Omega to put everything back where it belongs. The mess wasn’t as bad as she had thought it might be, or at least what it had sounded like. 

Despite the mess, it’s probably the cleanest the ship has been in a long time. Probably since it came off the line. 

“I suspect one of our capacitors sustained damage during our firefight with the regs.” Tech says. “We won’t be able to take off without replacing it. Inventory analysis indicates we have one spare onboard.” 

“Is it in here?” Omega asks, moving a crate. 

They all turn to look at her, Midnight’s stomach twisting painfully. They’re all quiet, all of them thinking the same thing. 

“What?” Omega asks as they continue to stare at her. 

“That’s Crosshair’s weapon kit.” Hunter explains slowly.  

Wrecker groans. “Fine. I’ll say it. I kinda miss him.” 

“He shot you, remember?” Echo says. 

“Ha! I sure do. That hurt!” Wrecker says, moving his once injured shoulder. 

“It’s worth noting the possibility that Crosshair’s actions were influenced by his inhibitor chip.” Tech says. 

“It can do that?” Echo asks. 

“That’s what it was designed to do.” Omega says. 

“So, it wasn’t Crosshair’s fault?” Wrecker asks. 

“Well,” Tech goes to start but Hunter cuts him off. 

“Look, debating this won’t fix the ship. Right now we need to find that capacitor and get off this rock.” Hunter says, walking towards the cockpit. 

Midnight stays still, thinking over Tech’s words. She knows Crosshair. As much as he was an asshole, betraying his squad? Shooting two of them? He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t betray them like that. 

Not willingly. 

***

Midnight swivels the chair back and forth, staring at the screen. She’s not really sure what she’s looking at, but it was better than looking at nothing. 

“Are you...alright?” Hunter asks, coming to stand next to her. 

“I won’t be if you keep asking me that.” She snaps, but immediately deflates. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “Nothing ever goes our way, does it?” She scoffs. “My mom would say ‘the universe is just giving us all the bad now so it can save up all the good for later.’” 

“She sounds like she was a prolific woman.” 

Midnight snorts. “She was drunk. Drunk and desperate. I used to think maybe she found a way out, she made herself a better life somewhere. I know that’s not true. Not with the kind of people she spent time with.” 

Hunter puts a hand on her shoulder squeezing gently. It’s a comforting touch, something she hadn’t realized she was missing. 

Their moment is disturbed as Wrecker walks by, groaning in pain. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Hunter asks, turning to face him.

“I must’ve hit my head in the crash.” He groans, holding the side of his head. 

Tech and Echo reenter the ship, joining them in the hull. 

“The capacitor’s in place, but other systems are now failing.” Tech says. 

“Something’s causing damage to the exterior hull.” Echo says. 

“You wanna narrow that down?” Hunter asks, turning to them. 

The ship goes dark, whirring as the entire thing shuts down. The sound of thudding from the top of the ship is loud in the silence, all of them looking up as something makes its way across the top of the ship. 

They all rush to the cockpit as something moves across the viewport out of sight. Omega calls out, being the only one who saw it. 

“What? What is it?” Wrecker asks, Omega standing on the copilot’s seat. 

“Some kind of creature, about this big,” She holds her arms out to show how big it was. “With a long tail. It ran off with the part.”

Echo hits a couple buttons, pulling up the ship's schematic. “She’s right. The capacitor’s gone. And that was our last one.”

 “The creature is most likely an Ordo Moon Dragon. A species that feeds on raw energy.” Tech says. “It was probably drawn to the capacitor’s electric charge.” 

“Well, that would have been good to know beforehand, Tech.” Echo says. 

“You two get those other systems online.” Hunter says. “Wrecker, stay here. I’ll go after the dragon and get our part back.” 

“I’m fine. I-” Wrecker tries to argue, still groaning in pain. 

“You’re staying.” Hunter commands. 

“I’ll go with you.” Omega says excitedly. 

“No, that thing could be dangerous.” Hunter says. 

“I’m part of this squad now too, right?” 

Hunter turns to look at her, casting a glance at Tech and Echo who have also turned to look at her. Echo shrugs, knowing the final decision was up to Hunter. 

“All right, kid.” Hunter says. “Just stay close.” 

Omega puts on her oxygen mask, running happily towards the ramp. 

“What about me?” Midnight asks, noticing Hunter had skipped over her entirely. 

Hunter turns to look at her, furrowing his brow like he had forgotten her existence entirely. It hurts a little. “You stay here.” 

“But-” 

“Keep an eye on Wrecker, and help Tech if he needs it.” 

Midnight bites her tongue as Hunter exits the ship, nearly drawing blood. Of course he’d sideline her. She’s not exactly in the most stable mindset, and it could possibly be dangerous. Yet, he’s willing to take a kid with him. 

Midnight fights the urge to punch the wall. Wrecker was already hurting. They didn’t need her to be hurt too. 

***

Midnight peeks out of the bunk as Tech and Echo pass by. All of them had headed towards the back of the ship, Omega included. She climbs down from the bunk, following curiously. 

Omega is sitting up in the gunport which has been decked out and lit up. So that’s what Wrecker had been doing back there this whole time. 

“I’ve never had my own room before.” Omega says, plopping down with Lula in her arms. 

“Well, you’re a part of this squad now too.” Hunter says. 

Midnight smiles softly, leaning up against the wall. 

“That’s really sweet of you, Wrecker.” She says as the giant clone passes her. 

“Aww, it was nothing.” He says bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “This way she has her own room and you can have yours back.”

Midnight nods, her smile faltering just a little. “Right.” She knows she’s not ready to leave Crosshair’s bunk yet. Not while it still smells like him. 

She shrieks as Wrecker lifts her off her feet suddenly, carrying her towards the bunks. “Wrecker! What are you doing?” 

“Well, I just thought since Omega has Lula now, I need something to cuddle at night.” He pauses right beside his bunk. 

“Oh, Wrecker.” Midnight shakes her head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You sweet, sweet man.” 

Wrecker climbs into his bunk, still holding onto her. She lays across his chest, not exactly the most comfortable with his armor, but the feeling of his arms around her, the warmth of him makes up for it. She hadn’t realized how much she missed it. 

It wasn’t exactly like they’d had time for it. Between escaping Kamino and barely escaping Saleucami, and then crash landing on a deserted moon, they hadn’t really had time to do much else. And now with Omega on board, the entire dynamic had to change. 

She hadn’t exactly been in the mood for a cuddle lately either. 

Now, though, being held secure against Wrecker’s chest, being moved with every breath he takes makes her realize how much she’s missed it. How much she still yearned for their touch, even if it’s something simple. 

She drifts off to sleep easily, sleeping soundly for the first time in a while. 

***

Midnight rifles through her belongings, cataloging what she still has. It’s mostly clothes, GAR issued uniforms and the few civvies she had brought with her, the small crate of bathroom necessities, and her armor. 

She rifles to the bottom of her underwear drawer, pulling out the hinged box. The top doesn’t close all the way anymore, some of the contents threatening to spill out. 

It’s her most prized possession. 

She’s been saving credits in it since before she joined the GAR. It’s a lot, more than she’s ever seen in her entire life. Most of it came from her GAR paycheck. She had made meager credits in her job on Coruscant, the box mostly going near empty, or entirely empty a few times. Now it’s almost overflowing. 

She had started saving for her new life after the war. If she survived, she was going to buy a plot of land on some remote planet and live her life happily in a wide open space. Of course, her relationship with the boys had changed those plans a bit, but the desire to move to a remote planet hadn’t lessened. The only difference was she wouldn’t be living there alone. 

She has more than enough. She knows that. She could easily buy them enough supplies to get to some remote, deserted planet. 

She gets up, packing a few credits in a pouch before leaving her room. Hunter has changed into the clothes Cut had given him. Midnight forgets how good he looks in civvies. She glances at Echo who is dressed in...something. 

“What are you supposed to be?” She asks, looking over Echo. 

“He’s a droid!” Omega says excitedly. “It’s his disguise.” 

“Right.” She nods slowly. 

“We can’t draw too much attention to ourselves.” Hunter explains. “The less we stick out, the better.”

Midnight glances at the red bandana and skull tattoo. “Uh huh. Here,” She hands him the pouch of credits. “I want you to have this.” 

He stares down at her hand for a few moments before pushing it back. “No. You should keep that.” 

Midnight frowns. “I have a lot more than this. I want to contribute something, since you’re buying supplies for all of us.” 

“We have to figure out a way to get credits anyway.” Hunter says. “Keep yours for emergencies.” 

“Does this not qualify as an emergency?” She asks, following him as he moves towards the back of the ship. “We literally have no food.” 

“We can figure it out.” He says, opening a crate. 

“But you don’t have to!” She says, getting frustrated. “You want to do this quickly, you can skip an entire step this way! This isn’t the time for some chivalry bullshit! Have you stopped to think maybe I’m your expert in living like this? Constantly watching your back, laying low, staying hidden, that’s how I lived my entire life! You only know how to be a soldier! Guess what, you aren’t anymore! Let me help!” 

“We don’t need your help!” He snaps, slamming his hands on top of the crate. Midnight flinches, not having seen him this angry before. “Your head is not in the right place right now. You’ll be a danger to all of us. I’m not putting our lives at risk. Stay here. Fix your attitude. We’ll be back.” He turns, making his way towards the ramp. 

Midnight seethes, watching him go before she steps into her room, wishing she could slam the door. 

***

Midnight sits in the cockpit, staring out the viewport. She can hear Tech and Wrecker thumping around outside. She could go and offer to help, but she’s not sure she could do much. She’d likely just be in the way. She’s not an engineer or even a mechanic. Hell, she’s not even capable of taking care of children. Maybe Hunter is right. Maybe she is a burden. 

The comm blinks, Hunter’s voice coming through. “Wrecker, Tech, Echo. I lost Omega. Somebody attacked us.” 

“Somebody who?” Wrecker asks. 

“A woman. Highly trained. She’s after the kid.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Wrecker says. 

Midnight jumps up, heading back to her room. Maybe this is her chance to prove to Hunter she’s not a liability. That her head really is in the right place despite everything. She quickly changes into her armor, tugging it on. 

She goes to leave the ship but Tech grabs her arm, stopping her. “Where are you going?” 

“To help find Omega.” She says, trying to pull out of his grip, but he’s too strong. 

“No. You need to stay here.” He says, using his grip on her to pull her closer. 

“I’m going to help.” She says defiantly, digging in her heels. 

“Hunter’s right, you know.” He says, not loosening his grip any. “Your head is not in the right place. You’re only a risk right now, and the last thing we need is you lost in the city too.” 

Midnight knows he’s right. She has no clue where they are, much less how to help. She refuses to stand down though, hating that two of them now have told her she’s too unstable to do anything. 

Tech’s face hardens a bit. “Don’t make me tie you up.” 

***

“This is dehumanizing.” Midnight says, kicking the back of the pilot’s seat. 

“What happened to you?” Wrecker asks, sinking into the seat beside her. 

“She was intent on leaving the ship.” Tech says. “Restraints were necessary to prevent that from happening.” 

She’s not even sure where he got the rope from, or why he had it, but he had successfully tied her to a chair in the cockpit. It hadn’t been much of a fight since he was much stronger than her, and apparently was well versed in tying people up. 

“Yeah, well, it’s over now, so can you untie me?” She kicks the back of Tech’s seat once again, Omega giggling. 

Wrecker turns her seat, undoing the rope in a couple easy tugs. It hadn’t been tight, but Midnight stretches her arms anyway. 

“That woman. She has to be a bounty hunter.” Hunter says, joining them. 

“A what?” Omega asks. 

“Someone hired to retrieve targets.” Echo says. 

“And you appear to be the target.” Tech says, spinning around so they’re all facing each other. 

“Me?” Omega asks, sounding frightened at Tech’s words. 

“Hey, don’t scare the kid.” Wrecker says. 

“We have to find out who she is and who hired her.” Hunter says. 

Midnight sighs. There goes their shot at laying low on some planet. Bounty hunters always find ways of locating targets. Even the best hidden ones. “It can never be easy, can it?” 

“No.” Wrecker grumbles. “I’m starting to get hungry.” 

“You’re always hungry.” Tech says. 

“But this is worse. We don’t even have any food!” 

****

Midnight isn’t exactly thrilled to be sitting in a closet. She’s seated on a crate, leaning back against the far wall. She’s been here for probably two minutes, but it feels like a lifetime. She had so much more she could be doing, like sleeping or flipping through the computer, or crying. 

She looks up as the door opens, Hunter standing in the doorway. From where she’s sitting he looks like an imposing figure, his broad shoulders taking up the entire doorway. His brow furrows as he looks down at her, turning to look back over his shoulder. 

“I thought you said-” 

He’s cut off as something hits him from behind, forcing him into the closet. Midnight barely has time to move as he hits the wall behind her, catching himself. Before he can recover, the door slides shut, closing them both inside. 

Hunter hits the button to open it, but the door stays shut. “Tech!” He yells, banging on the door. “Open this door.” 

“Sorry, Hunter.” Tech’s voice sounds from the other side. “It seems to be jammed.” 

“Tech,” Hunter says, a warning in his voice. 

“It’s for your own good.” Echo’s voice sounds. “You both need to talk.” 

“Tech you liar!” Midnight yells, slipping under Hunter’s arm so she’s closer to the door. 

“My apologies,” Tech says, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s the best way to ensure the two of you talk through your problems.” 

“I’m gonna kill you.” Midnight threatens. 

“Worry about that later.” Tech says, before leaving them alone. 

Midnight moves back to the crate she was sitting on, plopping back down. 

“I take it you didn’t know about this?” Hunter says, leaning against the wall next to the door. The closet is small enough she could touch his feet with hers if she stretched them out. 

Midnight shakes her head. “Tech said he needed my help in here. I thought maybe this would have a more satisfying ending.” She leans back against the wall, crossing her arms. 

“He told me he needed me to take a look at something. I should have known something was up.” Hunter shakes his head, crossing his arms. 

Midnight chews her lip, tucking her legs closer. “They are right. We can’t keep fighting each other.” 

“It’s too dangerous for all of us.” Hunter moves to sit on the crate next to her. “I know this hasn’t been easy on you, and I haven’t been easy on you either. Cut was right. Omega’s not a soldier, and neither are you.” 

Midnight looks up at him, turning slightly to face him. “I never really was.” 

He smiles just a little. “You’re good at playing one. Sometimes I forget.” 

“I can’t blame you.” She leans her head against the wall. “I am the first nat-born you’ve had extended contact with. I’ve been your first for a lot of things.” 

“It’s...an adjustment.” Hunter says. “This wasn’t how I thought things would go.” 

“You’re not alone in that.” Midnight says. She looks away from him, curling up in the corner. “I feel like I failed.” 

Hunter shifts so he’s more comfortable on the crate. “I know following orders isn’t really our thing, but I think this is one time we should.” He leans up against the wall. “Talk to me.” 

So she does. 

She tells him everything. How she knew something was wrong with Crosshair, but she hadn’t done enough to try and fix it. She tells him about her conversation with Tarkin, how he’d blackmailed her using them. She tells him about Crosshair’s betrayal. She tells him how she’d signed the contract, not knowing what else to do. She tells him her plan to break them out, about how she feels like a failure. 

She tells him about her panic, about how she can’t stop the overwhelming feelings every time she has to fight. She tells him how she feels like she’s falling apart. 

She’s crying by the end of it. She’s so tired of crying, but she can’t stop. Hunter’s arms wrapping around her only make it worse, the floods of tears quickly soaking a wet spot on his shirt. Hunter rests his chin on top of her head, letting her cry. 

“I don’t want you to treat me differently.” She says, voice slightly muffled by his chest. “I’m still me. I’m still Midnight.” 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. It’s been hard, with everything going on. With Omega too...things can’t be exactly like they used to be.” 

“I know.” She sniffles. “But they don’t have to change that much. We can adjust. It’s what we do, right?” 

He kisses the top of her head softly. “I guess so. We’ve...got a lot to learn. You are right, though. We don’t know how to be civilians, or how to operate in that world in the way we need to.” 

“That’s why you have me.” She says. “Luckily, I’m pretty good at that.” 

“I think Omega could benefit from some lessons too.” 

Midnight snorts. “Girl needs some life lessons.” 

Hunter pulls away slightly to look down at her. “You are the expert.” 

Midnight shakes her head. “No, no. I am not good with children.” 

“I think you’re doing just fine.” He smiles at her. 

“I’ve spent like five minutes with her. That’s not nearly enough time to figure that out.” 

“Maybe you should make an effort.” He says, shifting her slightly in his arms. “She is part of this squad now.” 

Midnight crinkles her nose. “I don’t even know how to approach her.” 

Hunter laughs. “She’s not a Loth-wolf, she’s a kid. You just walk up and start talking.” 

Midnight stares at him. “Since when are you an expert on children?” 

Hunter shrugs. “Just speaking from experience.” 

Midnight shifts so she’s sitting between his legs, her back to his chest. He wraps his arms around her, her fingers trailing down his arms to his hands. “How long do you think, until they unlock the door?” 

Hunter shrugs. “Not sure. I don’t think they’ll believe us if we tell them we’re done.” 

Midnight hums, tracing his knuckles. “Probably not.” 

They fall quiet for a few moments, Midnight enjoying the feel of him wrapped around her. She really had missed them, all of them. She knows part of the problem is the pent up energy between them. Normally they could just slip into a bunk and relieve it, but now with a child on board, that wasn’t exactly possible. 

“How long has it been?” She asks, tilting her head as he nuzzles against her neck. 

“A month?” He asks, lips brushing against her skin. 

“Yeah, after Esus when you took down that Octuptarra.” She says. “I was ready to get on my knees right then and there.” She can feel his smirk against her neck. 

“You enjoyed that, huh?” His teeth graze her neck, making her shiver. 

“Immensely.” She gasps, hands falling to grip his thighs as he slips a hand down her stomach. 

He hums in her ear, gripping one of her thighs to pull it to the side. “You know I love watching you use your knife.” He trails his fingers down her thigh, her other one falling open in anticipation. “Easily one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen.” 

Midnight smirks. “What about that time I-” 

Hunter groans, his hand closing around her thigh. “That might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever done.” 

Midnight laughs, leaning her head back against his shoulder. “It wouldn’t be hard to replicate.” 

“Not in here.” He says, kissing the back of her neck. “Once we get a chance to settle down.” 

“Is that a promise?” She asks, tilting her head to look at him. 

“It’s a promise.” He says, finally letting his hand reach the junction of her thighs. 

She’s already damp, quickly soaking through her underwear. She’s so ready for him, so ready to feel something other than the agony and anger that had been burning through her for the last few days. 

He cups her through her pants, slowly dragging his hand with enough pressure she can feel it against her clit. She relaxes back against him, letting him take over. They both need this, need to release the pressure between them. 

He takes his time, knowing Tech wouldn’t unlock the door anytime soon. He wants to make the most of this moment. It’s not likely they’ll get a chance like this again, at least for a while. 

“You look really good in civvies.” She murmurs, rocking her hips against his hand. 

“Not nearly as good as you.” He laughs, slipping his hand into her pants. He wants to feel her, get lost in the warmth of her. 

“Maybe someday we can hang the armor up for good.” She says, clutching onto his arms as he runs his fingers along her slit. “Maybe someday we can finally relax.”

He slips a finger into her, sliding in easily as her body welcomes him. She moans quietly, quickly biting her lip. They have to be quiet now. The last thing they want is any awkward questions. 

“Kriff.” She breathes, rocking her hips in time with his hand as he thrusts his finger in and out of her. “I missed this.” 

“Me too.” He murmurs against her shoulder. “Missed your sweet pussy.” 

Midnight gasps, clenching around his finger at his words. “Hunter?” She gasps, gripping his wrist. “I need you inside me.” 

“Is that an order?” He smirks. 

“I can make it one.” She says breathlessly. 

Hunter releases her, letting her shimmy out of her pants. He undoes his pants, slipping his cock out. He pumps it a few times, already half hard from the scent of her arousal alone. She sits herself in his lap, his calloused hands dragging up her thighs. She takes over for him, wrapping her hand around his thick length. He groans quietly at her touch, watching her face as she pumps him. 

She shifts her hips over him, sinking down onto him. She’s tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He can feel every inch of her, every essence of her being as she sinks down fully on his length. His hands grip her hips, feeling the softness of her, the warmth of her pressed against him. 

He wraps his arms around her, stilling her for a moment. They’re still clothed, but he can feel her. The scent of her arousal is thick in the enclosed space. He can hear the quick thump of her heart in her chest. He loves the sound, finding himself seeking it out when he feels stressed or worried. 

The worst thing he can imagine is that sound disappearing. 

“Hunter.” She breathes, pressing her forehead to his. 

“I’ve got you, mesh’la.” He says, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

She begins to move, rocking her hips against his. It’s fast and a bit sloppy, both of them wanting to make the most of the time they have. 

Hunter presses his lips to hers to keep her quiet, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. He helps her move, feeling how close she is by the way she’s squeezing around him. She whimpers against his lips as her clit brushes against his pelvis, fingers tangling in his hair. 

She cums quickly, and so does he, spilling into her. He holds her close, letting her collapse against him. He feels guilty for how he had been treating her. They all were struggling with Crosshair’s betrayal, but she had felt it the most. He could practically feel her anguish and he had gone and said all the wrong things, done all the wrong things. He could have lost her, so many times. He could lose any of them, Crosshair was proof of that. 

The thought of losing Midnight hurts the most. 

“Love you.” She whispers, clinging to him. 

“I love you too.” He says, without hesitation. 

There’s movement outside the door. A small shuffle, the familiar hum of electricity then a click. Hunter watches as the button to open the door lights back up.

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Breathe With Me Part II

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah. Really bad. 

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

Thank you, ILYSM.

ILY too. Now go rest.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“But what if something happens?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, kinky.”

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

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

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

“Where did you even find this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His face lit up. “Is that a yes?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just flying like pleh pleh pleh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed. “You okay over there?”

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

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

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

“Yes, but your kettle.”

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

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

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

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

He laughed with you. “Maybe?”

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

“No, he’s—oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You're My Daughter-Vinny Mauro

Imagine being Vinny's teenage daughter, and him spending the whole day with you, since your boyfriend cheated on you the day before, and Vinny comforts you after you start crying and try jumping off his car to kill yourself

Y\N Pov

I've been crying in my bed since last night, after I found out that my boyfriend had been cheating on me for 3 months with the schools whore, Jessica Shinoda, she got every boy in the school to fuck her and for the next few months she dates them, until she finds someone who she hasn't fucked in her bed yet. I sighed as I felt more tears falling down my face; I shouldn't be crying over that dick, at least that's what my dad had told me. I put my head in my pillow, and just sat there on my bed sobbing my eyes out. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door and a voice says

"hey, princess, can I come in?"

It was my dad, Vinny Mauro, [yes, my dad's the drummer of Motionless In White]. I sighed, and quietly said

"yes"

I hope he heard me because I didn't talk very loud. A few seconds later, I hear the door open and my dad says

"I brought you breakfast in bed"

I looked up from my pillow, and saw my dad carrying a tray of pancakes, bacon, some fruit, and a glass of orange juice. I slightly smiled, and threw my pillow back to where my other pillows were. I watched as dad set the tray of food in front of me, and he gave me a sympathy smile, while sitting down next to me on the bed, and said

"don't cry over that dickhead, it isn't worth your tears"

I nodded, and said

"I love him, but he turned out to be a cheat, he never loved me, but it hurts a lot"

My vision got blurry as more tears filled my eyes; I let the tears fall as I started sobbing again. I buried my head in my dad's chest as I kept crying. I kept sobbing into my dad's chest, while dad wrapped his arms around me and held me, like a baby. After a few minutes, I finally stopped crying, and I hear dad say

"Aiden is a fucking shit head, I'm sure he has a small dick to; I'm going to beat his little ass"

I laughed, and asked

"do the guys know yet?"

I saw my dad nod his head, and said

"I called them last night, and told them about what happened. Ricky had already said that "he's gonna beat his motherfucking cheating ass"

I nodded my head, and asked

"how did you get him to not beat his ass?"

Dad looked at me, and said

"all of your uncles kept on arguing about who was going to beat his ass, until they all agreed that they'd all do it"

I blinked, and asked

"did they actually beat his ass last night or are they planning on doing it today?"

Dad looked at me, and said

"knowing your uncles, they probably did it last night"

I nodded, and heard 'Werewolf' playing telling me that someone was calling me; I looked at my phone to see who was calling, and I saw that it was Uncle Chris calling me. I slightly smiled, and answered the phone; the first thing I saw when I answered was all the guys celebrating something. I gave them a confusing look, and Chris said

"we did a little outing last night, and let's just say that we beat Aiden's little wimpy ass"

I laughed, and said

"I'm assuming you and the rest of my uncles had fun"

I saw Chris nod, and Ricky stole the phone out of his hand, and said

"hey, kiddo, beating Aiden's ass was fun!"

I rolled my eyes, when Ricky had said that, I didn't know beating someone's ass was so much fun. A few seconds later, dad took the phone out of my hands, and gave Ricky the weirdest look. My dad gives Chris and Ricky a lot of weird looks, but this is the weirdest one yet. I heard Ricky and Chris screaming out the lyrics to their own songs. I saw my dad roll his eyes, and say

"Rick, what are you doing?"

I looked back at my phone, and saw uncle Ricky dancing on the table. Honestly, he looked like a stripper, but without a strip pole. I grabbed my phone out of my dad's hands, and asked

"Uncle Ricky, why do you look like a stripper, but without a strip pole?"

I hear my dad laughing, and he says

"alright I'm gonna hang up now; me and Y\N have to get dressed"

Get dressed? Are we going somewhere? I looked at dad, and asked

"where are we going?"

I saw my dad smile, and he said

"we're gonna head to the studio for 30 minutes, then the guys are gonna follow us to the mall to go to Hot Topic and Spencers. We will probably go eat after"

I nodded, and asked

"Can we go eat mexican?"

I saw my dad nod, and say

"of course"

I smiled, and got up off my bed, and walked to my closet to pick out clothes. In the corner of my eye, I saw dad leave my room to let me get dressed and he has to get dressed himself. I picked out a Pierce The Veil shirt, some ripped jeans, my black zipped up jacket, and my black beanie with button pins and safety pins in it. I put them all on, along with some black eyeshadow. I looked in the mirror, and I looked like uncle Ricky. I chuckled to myself, and put on my black converse that Chris had given me for my birthday. I opened my door, and closed it, and started walking downstairs. When I was on the final stair, I saw my dad on the couch looking at his phone. I walked into the living room, and my dad saw me, and said

"Are you ready to go?"

I nodded, and started walking to the front door and opened it. I stepped outside, and closed my eyes; it's so fucking bright today. I rolled my eyes, and started walking towards the car. I got in the passenger side, and sat down, while trying to find a CD to listen to. After a few seconds, I decided to put 'Collide with the Sky' by Pierce The Veil in the car. I started humming along to 'Hell Above', until I heard the drivers seat door open. I looked over to the driver's seat, and saw dad finally getting in the car. I turned the music up a little, and I hear dad say

"Pierce The Veil?"

I nodded, and continued listening to my music. After 15 minutes in the car, I felt a vibration coming from my phone. I looked at it, and saw Aiden texting me things like

"bitch, I'm gonna beat you ass up"

"I'm gonna kill you motherfucking bitch"

My vision started getting blurry as my dad parked in the parking lot of the studio. I hid the tears, and opened my door, and ran into the building. I ran to the bathroom, and hid in there, while sobbing my eyes out. I looked at my phone, and saw multiple messages from all the guys including dad. I turned my phone off, and cried more. No one loves me; my mom left because she hated me, the guys hated me. Everyone hates me, I should go kill myself that would make everyone happen. I got off of the bathroom floor, and started running towards the exit of the building. Once I had gotten outside, I climbed on top of my dad's car about to jump off of it, until I heard male voices say

"STOP!"

I looked towards the building, and saw my dad standing with the guys. More tears started falling down my face, as I saw them standing there. I didn't want them watching me kill myself. I saw Ricky and Chris come closer to the car, and say

"Y\N get down from there".

I shook my head 'no', and said

"no, I'm doing everyone a favor"

Everyone looked confused, until my dad stepped closer to the car, and said

"Y\N, everyone loves you; we don't want you to kill yourself. it won't do us a favor, all it will do is make us depressed and we will miss you'

I looked at him through tears, and shook my head again, and I took a leap off the car. I saw the ground underneath me, but before I could land, someone caught me in their arms. I opened my eyes, and saw Ricky holding me in his arms. I stared in his eyes, and saw tears in his eyes; I jumped out of his arms, and climbed back on the car. I looked at the ground, and felt more and more tears falling down my face. I took a breath in and I let it out because that was going to be my last breath. I turned my head towards the guys, and saw tears running down their faces. I started shaking, and more tears ran down my face. I looked at them, and mouthed

"I'm so sorry"

I closed my eyes, and started to walk to the end of the car, until I hear my dad say

"no Y\N, please don't"

I looked back at him, and I jumped off the car. I saw the ground once again, but before I could land, I was once again caught in someone's arms, I looked up and saw my dad's face. I put my head in his chest, and started crying again. I felt him walking over to the guys, and next thing I knew, I had multiple arms wrapped around me. I started sobbing even more than I was before. After a few minutes, I hear Ricky ask

"Kiddo, why were you going to kill yourself?"

I looked at Ricky, and said

"because no one loves me, I'm just a mistake"

I looked at my hands, and started peeling the black nail polish that I had put on them a week ago. I keep doing that, until I hear Chris say

"Y\N, we all love you; I don't know why you think we don't, but we do".

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and said

"Chris, you don't understand; you never had someone cheat on you, and your mom never left you, so shut the fuck up"

I started crying even more because I just cussed out Chris, after he reassured me that they all loved me. I crawled out of my dad's arms, and crawled over to Chris, and said

"I'm sorry for cussing you out"

I saw Chris nod his head, and say

"it's okay, I just want you to know that we all love you, and if you would have killed yourself we'd have all missed you like mother fucking crazy more than we already do"

I nodded my head, and said

"I love you guys too, I just emo about Aiden cheating on me, and him sending me threats this morning"

I looked at all of them, and saw they all had the same look on all of their faces; the look of being pissed off at someone. I've seen this look a lot on Chris' face, whenever he gets pissed off at a hater. After a few seconds of silence, I hear my dad say

"what did he send you?"

I took out my phone from my pocket, and handed it to my dad. I saw the pissed off look on his face turn into an angry look. I started anxiously playing with Chris' fingers, while my dad was scrolling through all the messages he sent me today. When my dad was done reading all of them, he handed me back my phone, and said

"I'm gonna beat his ass even more, then I was plan to, and we are always reporting him to the fucking police"

I nodded my head, and got up while walking to the car. I turned back around, and saw the guys looking confused at me. I rolled my eyes, and said

"I thought we were going to the mall"

The guys chuckled, and got up while walking to their own cars. I saw dad walking towards the car with me. I got in, and hooked my phone up with the car's bluetooth. The first song that came on was 'Headache', my favorite MIW song. I turned the volume up to 50, until I heard the volume get turned down; I rolled my eyes, and looked at my dad, and he said

"I love you so much Y\N"

I nodded, and said "I know you do, but mom doesn't that's why she left"

I hear dad sigh, and say

"your mom is a bitch, who had a baby and left that baby because she doesn't care about anyone or anything else besides herself and her drugs"

I nodded because I knew why she left, and that she doesn't care about anyone besides herself, but it still hurts a little. I stared at my feet, and I think dad saw that I was a little hurt, so he said

"don't be upset about that bitch; me and your uncles love you very much. The guys have actually been begging me to let you spend a night at Chris' house"

I gave him a look, and said

"really?! I've been wanting to spend the night at Chris' house for months now, why didn't you let me though?"

I heard dad sigh, and he said

"I trust the guys, but I would miss you; I haven't been alone in a house for 15 years."

I laughed, and asked

"can i spend the night at Chris' house tonight"

I hear dad sigh, and say

"yeah, you can, but you know the rules"

I laughed, and said

"I don't think that Uncle Chris and Uncle Ricky would let me drink anything besides water and soda"

I saw my dad nod, and say

"okay, so we're going to the mall first, then if you want you can ride in one of the guys cars, and after that we're going to eat mexican, then you can go to Chris' house".

I nodded my head, and said the stupidest thing

"hey, dad I wonder if we'll see Vic Fuentes there because he likes tacos"

I saw my dad shake his shoulders, and say

"I don't know if we will or not, Kiddo"

After he said that, he started driving to the mall and I did in fact meet Vic Fuentes at the mexican restaurant!

I hope you enjoyed reading!!

[idledreams4]

I- I thought the confession happened in episode 19, or 20

I wasn't ready for that

I wasn't ready AT ALL

I was mentally prepared to be watching that with my mom, so hopefully my refusal to cry in front of other people would keep me from bawling my eyes out

I wasn't ready for it to happen NOW

I couldn't even watch the screen. I could hear everything, but had my face buried in a pillow for 90% of it because I just couldn't watch. I recognized the room from the confession meme as soon as they walked in and I actually almost turned it off before the confession so I wouldn't have to endure it

When I finally did look up, me and Dean were in the exact same position. Sitting against the wall with our head in hands.

11 seasons. 11 goddamn years. Just to have Cas ripped away like that....

I'm not ok

I'm not going to be ok

Probably ever

Just like after finishing Hannibal, I'm going to have to request 3-5 business days to process this

[mygayirishdiary]

Dear Diary

19/12/2022

I will never forget that moment when the nurse told me I was HIV Positive…

I was living my normal happy 36 year old life in Dublin, happily married, good friends, good job and just about to go on a trip to Mexico with my husband for a month to meet his family, I was so excited. Life was good. I had fought so hard in my life to get from were I was scrubbing floors in Wicklow to a good paid office job living in Dublin City Center and happy married, things were not perfect but, things were going good for me.

As I was just about to go on a trip to Mexico with my husband, with just 10 days to go, I was packing my bags and starting to get everything organized and over those next few days I started to notice stinging pains in my lower legs and back pains, major loss of appetite, diarrhea, headaches, fever and sweats so I started taking antibiotics i had, I just thought it was a bad flu and I would be fine in a few days.

3 days later I had not improved, my symptoms had gotten far worse and then one night, I started heaving, vomiting uncontrollably and violently, I couldn't stop, and the stinging in my legs had gotten to a stage that I needed my husband to lean on to walk to the toliet even, and one night I needed help from my husband to get a shower so he walked me into the bathroom and while undressing me that night we noticed my body was covered in little red spots, my brain started screaming to me that this is not natural, and I decided I needed to go to the hospital immediatly.

The hospital took me in and did a few of their usual tests on patients, and found something "not right" , as they said, and then put me in an infectious disease ward!! Holy Shit!!!!!!! Whats wrong with me?....

After days of covid masks, covid tests, needles, blood tests, scans, poo and pee samples, std tests and the worst and most horrible experience of my life- spinal fluid being took, as I lay in the hospital bed waiting for results in isolation, and i was getting better with the right medication, i was starting to feel better. The rash on my body was fading, the leg pains were getting better the headaches had stopped , the weight loss did concern me a bit ( I lost a lot of weight in a few days), but I put it down to being sick and being a fussy eater and trying to lose weight and eat healthier, i lost weight, i didnt care, that i was happy enough with, but apart from that I assumed the doctors would be letting me go home soon, and with hopes I could still go to Mexico.

In this time of waiting for results in the isolation ward, I received a phone call that my father went into hospital and had sadly passed away, this was obviously heart breaking, my father had just died, and how helpless I was, and guilty that I couldn’t be there, and then as well my vacation was getting closer, and how much money we spent on it, I decided my husband should go on his own and finally visit his family in Mexico without me, it was important for him to go, he hadnt seen his family in 3 years. It hurt me so bad having to miss out on my first very expensive trip out of Ireland (I'd never been on holiday before) , I was so disappointed I couldn't go, but I felt I was in the safest place in hospital and my symptoms were starting to clear up, my father had just passed away, I wasn’t going to be much fun on holiday, and it did cost a lot of money and plus the fact I was in isolation, he couldn’t even visit me to say goodbye, so I sent him packing to Mexico with a kiss through a glass door.

The next morning it was a cold winter morning outside but the sun was shining through my window giving a real orange winter morning glow in the hospital room, the nurses were doing their rounds, I was trying to get another hour or 2 of sleep before my fathers funeral started later that day, which I would have to watch online from my hospital room, so I wanted to bury my head in the pillow and cry or sleep or whatever until then, I felt like shit. Then my doctor came in and asked if she could talk to me, so I sat up and woke myself up, sun streams in my eyes blinding me, and I could tell how she was holding herself, in very sympathetic body language towards me and how kind she was to me, this was not a good sign for me, and it was making me anxious and it made me brace myself for bad news.

“I am sorry to tell you, but we did some tests and we did find something, and I have to sadly inform you that you are HIV positive”......... , the doctor did continue to talk about what was probably important information that I should have been listening to, but I heard nothing else after those first words. I was in shock, stunned, it still leaves me speechless 3 weeks later. I had no words.

So there I was in an isolation hospital bed, with my husband on a plane to Mexico, I have just been told I am HIV positive and then I had to watch my fathers funeral online on my phone, it's difficult to describe this feeling I had in that moment, pure torment, guilt, loss, hurt, regret, stupidity, anger, helplessness all rolled into one confusing ball, I wasn't sure what I was feeling, just that it hurt so bad.

I know being HIV is ok in this age, I am going to be ok, my husband is HIV undetectable (which I knew he was HIV undetectable before we got married, completely unrelated to my story) so I know I can live a healthy life by taking this little tablet once a day for the rest of my life, so I know I will be ok, but mentally I am not there yet, not even close to feeling ok, part of me is still speechless.

Obviously, the first thing you think of is the who, the how… I am a happy married man, who had a threesome, that's it. Me and my husband don’t sleep around or have gangbangs or do anything that wild, actually we are pretty traditional couple, we work, we pay bills, go out to dinner dates, a normal life (sometimes a boring life) , but to keep the spark alive, maybe once or twice a year we would invite a random guy over, someone to share our bed with us and do something exciting and try something different, to get our hearts racing and bout 4 months ago, what was not a trashy sleazy night, but a classy night, dinner, dancing and back to our hotel, and we invited a guy over. There was champagne and jokes and good conversation and music, a night when I made a stupid mistake when I was feeling kinky brave and decided this guy clearly looks after himself and he was so hot and I let him cum in me in the heat of the moment, and now that moment I will regret for the rest of my life…at least I think it was this guy, well it’s the only time it can be…But like the doctor said to me “the who, how and where.. doesn’t matter, what matters now is moving forward with your life and this new reality”

3 weeks after that, which brings me up to present day, my husband is still in Mexico (but back in a few days), I had no work as I should have been in sunny Mexico, so all I have done in the last 3 weeks since I got the news of being HIV positive is distance myself from people and have laid in bed and cried and smoked pot, ate junk food and masturbated ever since

My therapist says that I should write my story and my feelings out because that was a lot of pain I had to deal with, so that’s what this is, how I adjust back to this new reality of fitting back into a world where I am not the same person…

[viperbranium]

I need to buy my dog a crate, and ideally a bed too, so lets give this a shot:

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[prettyboykatsuki]

ring finger | k. ryuuguji (draken)

✫ tags ;; afab!reader, period troubles, reader is having a hard time, draken is a weak man, talk of marriage, implicit / brief nsfw so 18+

✫ wc ;; 1.4k

✫ a/n ;; this is like. criminally self-indulgent im kind of embarassed. but i need to cope somehow so please be kind </3 draken pls scoop me out of here im tired

Draken always knows.

Normally, even before you do. In the weeks leading up to your least favorite time of the month - his senses start to tingle and he gets this feeling like something is wrong. Sometimes the signs are so miniscule, even you don't recognize them. You start to feel shittier. More exhausted, more snappy, more forgetful.

But Draken knows, always knows - weeks in advance. The small changes in your mood and in your continual, repetitive apologies about how much you seem to snap on him. The extra hesitation, extra tears. He finds it awfully funny to see you like that, if he's being honest.

Which makes him feel a little like a bad boyfriend, but it's cute to see you struggle. Normally, when he picks up on it, he lets it be. Draken knows that giving you some space is the best thing for everyone. He just sits back and lets you go through the motion, wordlessly making sure you're okay without intervening too much. He takes the littlest bit of pleasure in seeing you stumble around with his feelings.

He's used to you being level-headed and steady, so it's always a little amusing to see you like this. A panicked fluster at your sudden shift in mood before you're hit with the realization at some random point in your day - and suddenly you want to be around Draken a little less.

Draken always knows. How you're feeling and how you like it.

The first day you like being alone, so Draken only drops by on the second. He knows before he enters. The keys in his hands jingle as he fits them into the locks, hood over his head and hands freezing from the winter chill. Bitten with frost, he blows warm air onto his fingers before unlocking the door.

He steps inside and changes into the house slippers, softly locking the door behind him. The house is too silent. No TV playing shows or flickering flames of a kitchen sink, or even the water running. He takes his hood down and softly pads down the little hallway.

Your bedroom door is closed, but not locked. Draken approaches it carefully.

He can't help but laugh at the sight. Your laptop screen infront of a large lump of blankets and pillows, and you underneath it with just your feet out. You look ridiculous. He snickers lightly, and you move as you hear his presence. You pick your head up to look over your shoulder.

"You seem comfortable."

You move to wrestle the blankets off your body, carefully moving to sit up without disturbing your lower half too much. You manage eventually, sitting up with a soft yawn and tired eyes.

"What're you doin' here? The shops not closed today?"

Draken takes his bag off and sits it on a chair in your room before sitting on the corner of your bed. He pats his lap expectantly, and you frown - giving in and crawling over as you sit on it. He sneaks a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss into your forehead. His fingers are cold against your middle, making you shiver.

"I had a newbie take care of everything. Wanted to come see ya."

"You took off work for me?"

"I took off work because Mitsuya called me and said you were cryin' on the phone."

You flush at that, burying your face in the crook of his neck. There's warmth to your gestures though, the lazy way you twirl the string of his hoodie in your fingers.

"I started watching wedding videos. Those people are so happy, isn't that nice?"

"Are ya planning on crying again?"

He ignores your weak sniffles, chuckling.

"...No, I'm not. But I'm icky right now. I started my period and everything is pissing me off. AND I'm horny."

Your list of complaints pulls another laugh out of him. You hit his chest weakly, but smile into his neck. He lets his chin rest on the top of your skull.

"You think my suffering is funny, asshole?"

"A little. You're cute when you cry."

"You're so awful.. just the worst, actually. I'm gonna beat you up."

Draken laughs hard at that, maneuvering your form till you're straddling him. You yelp slightly at how easily he does, placing another weak hit to his chest that you put no effort behind. He grabs your wrists in his hands before playing with your left one.

His thumb goes over your ring finger. He imagines what it'd be like to have a band on yours, maybe even a little engagement ring.

"Didn't think sappy shit like weddings would make ya cry. You wanna get married?"

"Eventually, yeah. To someone I love."

"I mean t'me. You think I'm gonna let you marry someone else? Don't be dumb."

You stare down at him, lower lip trembling as you work yourself into tears again. The sound of your hiccups startle him, eyes snapping up to cradle your face. Tear stricken and starting to wail, Draken wipes the tears from your eyes.

"Jeez, you could just say no. Why the hell are you crying?"

"Cause you want to marry me, you dick. You c-can't just say that to me. This is a shitty way to propose. I'm so greasy."

"You're such a crybaby. I wouldn't propose to you so willy-nilly, so relax. I'm just askin' for the future. I can save and get you a nice ring. We can invite Takashi 'n Michi and them."

His smile grows bigger when you break out into another sob, tackling him as you hold him tight. He rubs circles into the small of your back.

"Needy fucking crybaby." He whispers, voice mellow. "Y'know I love you. Even when you throw a tantrum over and a gown and ring."

"Anyone would do that."

"But no one looks as cute as you, eh?"

You push his face away as you he kisses your palms before you fall into a fit of giggles. His nose nips at your jaw, kissing your throat before humming.

"Whaddya wanna do baby? Get comfy and watch something. We can order takeout."

"I want to eat something fried." You say, mumbling.

"Whatever you want. C'mon. Let's go shower."

__

Draken takes you through the motion with easy hands. He drags you into the showers with him over your shoulder, washing your back silently and littering kisses on your skin in the mean time. He holds your sore chest and massages it. Dotes on you because he's a good boyfriend. You always end up worked up with him, but he wordlessly makes you cum - just hands and soft touches.

When you're sated, he helps you up. Gets your underwear ready while you sit up on the sink. He talks to about his day and you listen, legs swinging as he rubs your skin with lotion. Kissing your calves silently. Draken is strangely gently, as big as he is. So imposing, but sturdy. Like this he reminds you of a willow tree, an earthly being. He smiles at you. Helps you into his clothes and some pants, insistent it's too cold for you to be naked.

He doesn't flinch at you in this state. Hangs over your shoulder after you're dressed. You take him through your skin care routine. He lets you roll a paper facemasks on with a jade roller until the two of you match with headbands.

After everything, Draken sits you in his lap. You watch Pride and Prejudice as Draken quietly browses the take-out menu. Under blankets and after so many hours, you lean back into his touch. You take his hand in yours, observing his fingers with a soft smile.

"Ken."

"Yeah, baby?"

"You really wanna marry me..? Like eventually."

He doesn't look up, but he gets a little closer to you. He presses his lips lightly to your shoulder, before locking his phone. His chin rests on your shoulders, hand over your stomach.

"Yeah. Course I do."

"You say it so easily." You mumble, frustrated. Draken laughs at that.

"Cause it's easy for me to say, angel. I love you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. You know me inside out and ya love me anyways." He closes his eyes

"I'll always love you."

"I know that. I'll hold you to it, 's why I'm putting a rock on your finger. No one I love more than you. Now and forever."

"Forever?"

"Forever, baby."

[gyuphorias]

this has never left my mind tbh…just…lazy sex with soobin :( also adding onto the fact that i LIVE for the idea of soobin having a really big dick—and he’s gotta prep you right, so i think on little lazy days like this he’s totally into cockwarming and trying to get himself to fit inside of you.

which leads me to my next point of dildo training with soobin—he’s all wide-eyed and nearly drooling, so enchanted by how you look fucking yourself with it. when you whine to him and tell him that the rest isn’t gonna fit, he’s almost tempted to tell you to stop or slow down bc he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself; but he needs you to take it all—i mean, it’s not even as thick as he is, so you should be able to take it, right?. just imagine how rewarding it would be for you to take all of his cock, hm?

and the look on his face when he bottoms out for the first time? finally able to completely bury himself inside of you? cock twitching so harshly, daring him to cum so quickly bc he’s never been inside of you like this before, he’s more fucked out than you are. now he’s all mindless, fucking up into you until you’re both drooling and coming all over each other, just a complete and total mess <3 idk just a thought tbh

"i'm gonna answer when i'm done studying" jk i'm answering now bc <3

big dick soobin is an agenda i can get behind for real i swear. first off, lazy sex with him? literally you're laying on your sides, your back to his chest, he's got your top leg hiked over his own and he's fingering you leisurely because you have all the time in the world. he coos when you whine and cry a little, telling him to stop teasing, and presses kisses to your shoulders to appease you a little bit. "you know i have to prep you first. you can be patient, right? because you're my good little bunny?" he smiles against your skin when you nod immediately, speeding up his movements just a little bit to reward you because you're being so good for him, even if it's frustrating.

and dildo training bye omg ....... he's the one to suggest it just because he knows you're going to need it, but he leaves the shopping to you once you agree because he's a little too shy to do it himself. once you finally get around to doing it, he works you up himself, eating you out, fingering you, doing whatever he needs to do to prep you enough. he makes sure you're comfy, plenty of pillows against the headboard to support you and he sits back to watch. you're struggling so much, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as you try to work it further, telling him through broken, pathetic little whimpers that it's too much. he coos, leaning forward to brush sweat and tears away, smiling so softly at you and it makes you feel so at ease in an instant. once again, he tells you that you're being so good for him and reassures you that you can take it all. and when you finally do get it to bottom out, he smiles again and tells you that you did so good for him.

and when he himself gets to bottom out in you for the first time? it's so euphoric that he swears he's in heaven. you're so warm and so tight around him, constantly clenching, and it feels so good that he has to will himself not to come right then. when he finally starts rutting up into you, any dominant energy either of you two had melts away entirely, completely fucking one another out. you're both whining and crying out, not a single coherent thought in either of your heads as he fucks you. feeling you come triggers his own orgasm, but you just feel so good that he can't stop and you can't tell him to stop either, just as lost in the haze as he is. you stare at each other, all glassy eyes and faraway looks and mouths perpetually hanging open in muted whines, drool and sweat and tears mixing on your skin. soobin literally doesn't stop until you're both completely spent, just two dumb little babies curled up together in bed as you fight your way out of the fog.

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' ACCIDENTALLY MAKING YOU CRY !

an. this is literal garbage and very long but enjoy LOL

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 1.3k

genre. angst to fluff

tw. broken bones, cast and death mentions, also some swearing bc its british culture

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ITADORI YUJI — panic activated. there is nothing itadori would do in this world to hurt you, not intentionally at least. itadori had yet again come back from another dangerous mission - yet again another mission that almost took his life. it seemed that the danger levels just kept increasing as itadori continued to grow and improve as a jujutsu sorcerer, and as his significant other watching from the sidelines, the only thing that grew in you was your worry and concern. you thought you could handle it, seeing him come back each time with deep cuts and broken bones - thought you could make a subtle comment on how he should be just a little more careful, and yet, seeing him in this bad of a shape was all too much. itadori nearly pounced out of his skin when your teary eyes met his, all he did was ask you to sign his cast(s)! "yuji," he heard you sob, muffled by the hospital blankets you buried your head in. "please," he heard you whimper, hands clenched so tightly on the blankets he thought you'd rip them in half. "i'm not asking you to stop being a jujutsu sorcerer, i just want you to be careful." you looked up, eyes finally meeting, and itadori immediately reaches out to wipe the tears that spill down your cheeks. "what if you died?" the fear in your voice triggers something in yuji, and he immediately engulfs you in his arms. "no, would never leave you, baby." he says, tone firm. "i'm sorry, i didn't realise how stupid i was being - for not noticing how you felt and how reckless i was." he says, and its scarily serious. you nod, slowly taking in his words. "you promise?" you ask once more, wanting to confirm it. yuji smiles, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers, "i promise."

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro knew he could be a little harsh with his words sometimes, which is why when you first started dating he always kept it to a minimum around you. yet as your relationship went on, megumi found himself more and more comfortable with himself, with you, with your relationship. perhaps… a little too comfortable. he had made another teasing comment - the only thought he gave it was making sure it was formatted correctly before it spewed out of his mouth. he expected to hear you giggle - tease him back, maybe give him a slap on the arm that really felt more like a tap, and yet, nothing. megumi ignored it for a minute or two, thinking perhaps you didn't care much, or were too busy doing something else to even pay attention to it. no biggie! it's not like it hadn't happened before and- oh. megumi thought, his heart dropping and eyes widening when he heard small sniffles come from behind him. oh fuck. he was sure he'd whipped his head around so fast it gave him whiplash, and yet that was the last thing he could care about right now. "you really mean that, fushiguro?" he heard you ask, your back turned to him as your shoulders shook - voice shaky and breathless. fushiguro. he leapt at your use of his last name, pouncing across the room to get by your side. "no, no! never! you know i love you more than anything, i-i didn't think - fuck - i didn't even think about what i was saying, 'm so sorry." he was panicked, his hands fidgeting awkwardly as he debated reaching out to you. luckily, you made the choice for him. megumi only felt like breathing again when your hands wrapped around his waist, head buried into his chest. "'is okay, 'gumi." he sighed, hands wrapping around you as he held you tighter, "just don't say it again, please." he shook his head without pulling away from you, and you felt him plant kisses across your neck in a silent apology. "of course, never again, love."

INUMAKI TOGE — inumaki is a tease. you wouldn't expect it from the quiet, innocent looking cursed speech user. inumaki loved to pull pranks constantly, and you had quickly become used to them in your relationship - even spiraling into your own little 'war'. beginning to see who could get the best pranks to just becoming who could get the most - and inumaki was determined to win. it had come across his tiktok feed. ignoring your s/o for a day to see how they react! he glanced over to see your sleeping figure wrapped around his arm, giggling when he saw your noise scrunch up at the sudden movement. yeah, inumaki was definitely gonna win this war. you were absolutely positively sure that you had never had a worse day than this. you completely forgot to charge your phone during the night, leaving you frantic as you tried to throw on your uniform as fast as you could - only to finally get to school and receive a big fat fail on your last test, but, hey! it couldn't get any worse! unless spilling your lunch and scraping your knee and - god, everything was just going wrong. you wanted nothing more than to be cuddled into inumaki's arms right now, inhaling the comforting smell of vanilla he always managed to subtly be coated in. which is exactly why you were seeking out your platinum haired boyfriend right now. a wave of relief washing over you as he came into view. "toge!" you yelled, a smile covering your features as you ran over to your boyfriend "ugh, you won't believe how-" "kombu!" inumaki exclaimed, running over to fushiguro, completely past you. you paused, awkwardly pulling down your raised hand that was stilled in a wave motion. perhaps he just had something really important to do right now? no big deal at all!... and yet, it was a big deal. it continued on and on, inumaki continuing to ignore your entire existence as you tried over and over to get his attention. he'd even looked directly at you at one point, only to turn away the next second - and it had been the last straw. chest burning and eyes watering, you stormed off to your dorm, throwing yourself onto your bed as you sobbed into your pillows. seeing how you'd progressively gotten more pissed throughout the day - inumaki thought all he was in for was a particularly nasty prank in return when he got back. he knocked on your dorm room once, then twice, and then a third - and yet he got no response. no response other than the muffled sobs he could hear come through the door. he felt panic course through him immediately, pushing open the door hurriedly. "takana?" inumaki practically yelled, bursting into your room as he saw you buried in your pillows, shoulders shaking as you sobbed. inumaki sat down by your side, ready to take you into his arms - before he was shoved off completely, your angered and tear-stained face meeting his eyes. "so now you care? go away, inumaki!" his heart sank as he finally began to realise what he'd done - that the anger on your face throughout the day looked more like sadness. "o-okaka," he stuttered, desperately trying to communicate through his gestures. you only glared in response, shoveling back into your blankets as you turned your back to him. inumaki stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to your cries as they lowered in volume. "please listen to me," he begged finally, and your ears perked up subconsciously. "jerk. don't use your dumb advantage…" he heard you mutter, and he felt his heart lift just a little. "i'm sorry." he said, and although it didn't seem like much - coming from inumaki, it was practically the world. you didn't say anything, but simply shuffled forward to give inumaki room on your bed - something he happily accepted as he immediately tackled you in kisses. inumaki did not in fact win the war.

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[shinwoo]

chaos screaming, chaos dreaming — [tendou satori]

♤ wc: 1352 ♤ a/n: was written with like an apartment in mind but honestly that detail is more or less irrelevant so :3 also KOIRIKIRI IS BACK BABYYY >:333 also huge thank you to @xnchxntmxnt for editing! i appreciate you sm <3 ♤ tw/cw: post-break up, angst, food mention (brief), very ooc

you couldn’t remember the last time you truly felt happy. 

no, that’s a lie. because you do remember — and you’d probably always remember — but it hurts to. you couldn’t stop the memories from pooling in the tears welling up in your eyes. pulling the blankets over your head, you buried your face into your pillow and cried. again. like you have for the last two weeks. day after day. 

your body still remembered his touch, his gentleness. your heart still remembered his love. your eyes still remembered his smile. your lips still remembered his kisses. your ears still remembered his voice. again. like they did for the last two weeks. day after day…

humming, who’s humming? you looked around, searching for the source of the melody you’ve come to know so well. a flash of red, disappearing as soon as you noticed it. 

“tori?” you suppressed a laugh, “come on, i know it’s you.” 

gentle hands covered your eyes, a warm presence behind you. “guess who~?” the mystery person sang. 

“tendou satori,” you said confidently, putting your hands on his wrists, “the love of my life.”

“correct! it’s me!” he turned you around so that you’d be facing him, “but i’m the love of your life?”

your smile dropped temporarily as you playfully glared at him. “no, toshi is. have you seen him?” you looked around him for the ushijima that wasn’t there for good measure. it was only when you decided that he had been pouting for long enough that you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling yourself to him, and breathed, a smile tugging once more at your lips, “yes, silly. you’re the love of my life.”

his face broke out in a wide smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, but what he said next was lost in the folds of your memory.

your eyelids fluttered open, blinking groggily to shake the lingering sleep from them. “sh-t…” you muttered, turning onto your back, your forearm against your eyes. a few straggling tears slipped down from the corners of your eyes as you laid there for a while. not that dream again.

there was a knock on your door. 

you held your breath. what bad timing, you thought. maybe if you didn’t answer, maybe if you made it seem like no one was home, they would leave. a moment passed and they knocked again. you hesitated, stalling, waiting for them to leave. another knock, but it was more urgent this time. your name was called through the pounding of the door. your breath hitched. 

you knew this voice. 

finally, you crawled from under the blankets of your bed and shuffled to the door, praying that you were wrong, that you had hallucinated the whole thing, that if anything it was another salesman trying to sell you his product. you opened the door partially and peeked through. 

“Y/N! oh… y/n… have you been crying?” his voice broke, eyes softening at your pitiful state. you could tell he was struggling, from the way his arms reached toward you and flinched back to his side again, to decide if it would be allowable for him to take you in his arms and whisper that everything was going to be okay like he used to. so you rubbed at your eyes and shook your head, a sniffle unfortunately saying quite the opposite.

“tor- tendou. what are you doing here?”

he was taken aback, as if he’d been asking himself the same thing on his way here. 

a moment passed and you both stood there, silent, watching the other. your heart slammed against your chest, pounding at your rib cage like some monster demanding to be let out. you were still trying to process that he was here, at your door, but you forced a cool stare. it was all you could muster at this point.

“i think your smile when it reaches your eyes is the most beautiful,” he said at last, deflecting the question, the words falling from his mouth by habit. he lifted a finger to your cheek, but you backed away.

“tendou…” you sighed, turning your head away, “you broke up with me, remember?” you tried to close the door, but he was quicker, slamming his foot in the shrinking crack to keep the door open. you couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest, the glimmer of hope blinking ever so brightly in your heart. 

“y/n,” he pleaded, “just hear me out?” his red hair laid flat against his forehead and he looked at you with his sad crimson eyes, the darkness of his eye bags a startling deep purple. “i’ll try to make it worth your time.”

you opened the door again, wider this time, but stood in the doorway so that he couldn’t see how pathetic you’ve been. you were acutely aware of the empty ramen cups lying on top of the drawer by your bed and littered all across the floor. no, you had to show him that you weren’t as hurt as you actually were. you had to prove that you were okay, that you could do just fine without him… right?

“can i come in?”

you faltered. yes, your body screamed, please. but you shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, “just say what you have to out here.” blunt and painful. you grimaced.

oh how you hated this. 

he stared at you but helplessly nodded, “okay. i understand.”

he looked down at his shoes. your eyes followed and it took everything for you not to gasp. 

he wasn’t wearing any. 

his socks were muddied and soiled. a roar of thunder boomed, reminding you of the happening storm. your gaze trailed back up to his face, stopping at his soaked through shirt and the water that dripped from the strands of his hair. 

“actually, wait here,” you directed, “let me get you a towel,” and let the door close. 

he obeyed, sheepishly rubbing his foot against the other’s ankle. when you returned, you handed him two towels — warm — they were just in the dryer after all. the small one he used to dry his hair and the other wrapped around his shoulders.

“where are your shoes?” 

“ah… must’ve lost them in the rain.”

“sandals?”

he nodded, awkwardly avoiding your eyes. you shrugged, pretending not to care.

“anyways, you were saying?” you were nervous — insanely nervous. you crossed your arms and uncrossed them again, letting them hang at your side before you eventually decided to keep them crossed again. 

clearing his throat, he opened his mouth but closed it again, unsure of what to say. you stared at him expectantly.

“para- no, y/n…” he wrung his hands together, “i can’t do this.”

“you can’t do what?”

“i can’t be away from you.” his answer was timid, quiet, so faint that you shouldn’t have heard it, but you did. loud and clear.

you opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t give you a chance to.

“i couldn’t get you out of my head. you’ve never even been to my house but everything there reminds me of you. the letters, the plates. and when i thought about you moving on and finding another person… i… i hated it. i hated the thought of it. i don’t want to be replaced. and i don’t want anyone to replace you. everything we did together, everything we could do together, i want it to be with you. i only want you.”

he paused to smile bitterly.

“i thought that by breaking up with you, i’d let you be free and that i wouldn’t chain you here. your dreams, i have no right to take them away from you, but please…”

tears blurred your vision and you hoped he couldn’t tell that you were close to crying again, to giving in. focusing on the light above you, you willed them not to fall, to push through just a few more minutes.

“you feel like home, y/n. like my… my paradise.”

you choked back a sob.

“i can’t lose that. can we… try us again?”

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post-notes: open ending on purpose :3 hope this was good :,)

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