#yes im obsessed with how wide his mouth is

[scottinaussie]

Fr. Mike Schmitz

November 2022

[evie-sturns]

kiss - Matt Sturniolo

summary: when your best friend matt invites you round for a late night hang out, it ends up in him confessing his feelings to you... leading to you kissing your best friend of 8 years for the first time.

contains: fluff, slight arguing, confession, making out.

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i've known matt since 8th grade, we met in science class where he spilt acid on my shirt. after that we became lab partners, then friends, then best friends.

9:34pm

"matt!!" i sing, opening the door to his bedroom and walking in. his gaze lifts from his laptop screen to me, his face lights up. he's wearing a black shirt with white detailing and some grey sweatpants, he's sat up against the pile of pillows on his bed.

"i missed you!" matt smiles, patting the spot next to him.

i jump on to his bed next to him and cuddle up to his sides, resting my head on his shoulder.

"how have you been?" matt exclaims, rubbing my shoulder as i instantly start talking,

in our friendship i've always been the talker, matt's a natural listener so it's an easy dynamic for us.

"guess what happened when i was drving here, this bitch flew on to the road on a scooter! i swerved so hard to miss her, and- and she was fully grown on a scooter!?" i scoff,

matt rubs his eyes with a laugh, "jesus christ." matt scoffs.

i look to my side at him, "like if i totalled my car dodging a middle-aged woman on a children's scooter i'd be so pissed." i continue, matt's in tears now, a stupidly wide smile spread across his pink cheeks.

i sigh, "anyways, netflix?" i suggest, reach onto matts lap and yank his laptop further up his torso. "yeah!" matt replies, he scrolls through netflix and picks out some rom-com

"a rom com? you're feeling romantic today," i tease, matt jabs his fingers into my waist, earning a scream from me followed by a loud giggle.

the opening scene to the movie starts, i cuddle closer to matt's side and wrap a leg over his thigh, matt goes tense and i subtly hear his breathing pick up.

"you okay?" i whisper, matt nods.

"matt why don't you talk to me about things, i've known you since we were 12 you can tell me stuff." i sigh,

"im fine- i'm okay." matt insists, his cheeks are flushed now.

"i know but you've been distance recently, and i don't understand what i've done wrong?" i mumble, pausing the movie and pushing the screen down.

"its not you y/n." matt states,

"then what is it!" i argue back,

"oh my fucking god do you not get it?" matt says, i sit up and look down at him, my eyebrows twisted.

"you are so- so gorgeous. everything about you is perfect and i'm sorry, i'm sorry if this ruins things between us but i'm completely obsessed with you, i really really like you and i have for much longer than i'd rather admit. so i'm sorry if i'm being distant but its painful to be around you without the constant need to fucking tell you- how much i need you."

my mouth falls open, i've always thought matt was cute, i've just pushed it away.

matt looks at me, scanning over my face as he breathes deeply, his eyebrows slanted upwards out of nerves.

"you mean it-" before i can finish my sentence matt cuts me off, "yes- i fucking do." he whines, running a hand through his hair as he sits up.

his laptop slides off his lap, i crawl over and sit on his lap while he props himself up on the headboard.

i grab his chin, making him look up at me as i get comfortable straddling him.

"you should've told me baby." i whisper, the pet name makes matt's eyes widen.

"because you've always been cute matt, just my type yeah?"

"dont lie please.." matt shys

i smirk before pressing our lips together, his lips are plush and soft, i've always wondered what they would feel like against mine.

"oh my god." matt breathes against my lips, my heart thumps out of my chest as i place a hand on his shoulder, rocking my hips against the fabric of his sweatpants.

matt glides his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission which i quickly grant. his tongue slips inside my mouth, fighting mine for dominance.

his ringed hands lace into my brunette hair, pushing my head further towards his.

his spare hand finds its way to my ass, pushing me against his lap harder, a pathetic whine escapes my mouth, matt chuckles against my lips before pulling away.

"don't get too worked up sweetheart." matt teases, i scoff

"shut up"

i lean back slightly, his face scans over mine "was that okay..?" he asks shyly like he wasn't just pressing me down onto his clothed cock 15 seconds ago.

"that was really.. fucking good." i laugh, laying down on his body and burying my head on his shoulder, i press small kisses on his neck, marking lightly.

"what.. are we?" he asks,

"what do you want to be?" i reply,

"you don't have to say yes- this is random but, do you want to maybe.. will you be my girlfriend." matt asks quietly,

i laugh slightly "you're so stupid matt,"

he goes silent, i give him a proper reply before he starts to panic

"yes, yes matt i will be your girlfriend." i smile,

matt grabs both sides of my face and smashes his lips to mine again, smiling widely against my lips.

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[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

congrats on reaching 750 !!

I know this is pretty much established, but i know Jason is very VERY touchy and feely. like always a hand holding the waist, rubbing skin, lightly drawing circles, lips ghosting over skin- ARR IM CRAZY FOR HIM

Skin to Skin

Hi, nonnie, thank you! Ah, this headcannon reminded me of one of my older WIPs, and I literally ran to edit it. So, yes, 100% agree! It's popular for good reason. :)

~300 words

Jason Todd loves to touch you. It's a reassurance to feel you warm and moving beneath his fingertips. Jason Todd loves to touch you, but more than that, he loves skin to skin.

He loves it when you're close enough that you can lean into his side, and he can hook an arm around your waist. He loves to slip his hand below your shirt to palm your hip. (It's worth the swat he gets to his chest for his cold hands)

He loves it when you're cuddling and your face is pressed to his throat, lips hovering over his pulse. He knows you do it to convince yourself that he's safe, that he's alive. The feeling makes him greedy for more, and he'll cup the back of your head to press you more firmly against him.

He loves it when you come up behind him in the kitchen, lazily slipping your arms around his sides to hug him. He gives a wide smile you can't see as he cooks, but he knows you feel him shiver as you fingers dip under his clothes to rest over his navel. He thinks it's the best kind of distraction.

He loves to linger in your presence, the smell of your skin, the shine in your eyes, but it's your touch that's the most addicting. He doesn't think you realize it, the power that you have with one brush of your fingers over his knuckles. It could drive him to his knees. It could make him burn cities to the ground in your name.

Maybe he's a little crazy. Maybe it's a little obsessive, how he's always reaching for you. But you don't seem to mind, you're always reaching for him too. Always threading your hands together, hooking your arms as you walk side by side, throwing a leg over his as you sit on the couch.

No, you don't seem to mind at all when he's digging his fingers into your waist and chasing your mouth for another kiss.

[thankyouivy]

Hiii! I am reading allllll your blurbs and ffs and god I adore your writing!!!!!

Could you write about Spencer Reid and reader (no sub! Or dom! dynamic If it’s ok) in their early stages of their relationship (at this point they’ve already had sex and he found out he’s totally obsessed with eating her out), and pleads for her to sit on his face but she doesn’t wanna do it at first cause she’s a bit worried she might hurt him? But he begs her so much he convinces her and well… the rest I’ll leave it to you! ;)

If it’s alright with you of course💘💓💕💖💗

i got you babycakes!!!

warnings: oral sex [f rec], face sitting, begging, hair pulling, cumming untouched, this is just pure smut.

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Need - Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

“Please, sugar,” Spencer whispers into your ear.

He’s been asking you the same thing for the past few weeks, a fantasy of his that just won’t go away; he wants you to sit on his face.

Spencer is very into oral, specifically, eating you out for as long as you’ll let him. When you asked him about this, he explained thats it’s something called an oral fixation, he literally can’t get enough of it, which would add up, because you can count how many times the two of you have had sex without him giving you head on one hand.

(Evidently, all of those times had just been when you were too tired to go for an entire hour and just needed him inside you immediately, to which he had given you a little pout and then fulfilled your request.)

Whatever his reasoning is, eating you out gets both you and him off, and he wants more.

“Spencer, im just not sure about it, what if I hurt you?” You tell him. You’re straddling his hips while he’s laid out on his couch, you in a loose shirt and panties, and him in his work clothes, minus the tie.

“It’s completely safe if done properly, I did my research.” He reassures you, planting a kiss on your lips as he runs his hand up your back under your shirt.

“Research, huh?” You giggle at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “mhmm,” he hums and smiles into another kiss.

As you pull apart, he whispers, “please baby, I want to make you feel so good… wanna taste you,” his voice is breathy and his pupils are blown wide with lust.

You whimper and grind down slightly in his lap, desperate for a little bit of friction as his words shoot straight to your core. He groans at your ministrations and you can feel him getting hard beneath you through your panties. “I want you to take what you need from me… grind that pretty little pussy on my tongue until you cum in my mouth…”

You moan at his words, bite your lip, and nod your head frantically. Who knew Spencer could be so persuasive?

Ecstatic that he finally got a yes out of you, Spencer lifts you off his lap momentarily and helps you pull your panties down and off your legs, biting his lip when he sees you’re soaked.

You start unbuttoning his shirt but only get to about half before he gets to impatient and pulls your own shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. He bites his lip and places a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your lips, and you can feel him, rock hard through his suit pants.

He flops back down onto the couch, pulling you with him, as he shuffles down a bit more, giving room for your knees to sit on either side of his head.

Slowly, you crawl up his body, until you’re hovering above his face. His hair is messy and splayed out across the leather of his couch, his shirt is half off one shoulder, and he is visibly salivating as he stares directly at your core.

Noticing you still look a little unsure, he gives you a little smile. “if I need you to get off, which is extremely unlikely, I will tap your hip twice, alright, sugar?” He asks, and you nod. “You’re in control here, if you want to stop, we will stop.” He assures you, and you can’t help but blush. Could he get any sweeter?

Feeling more confident in the situation and a little less nervous, you slowly lower your hips onto his face, putting as little weight onto him as possible.

Immediately he licks into you, grabbing your hips and guiding them further onto him. You let out a gasp and your hips stutter away from the pleasure momentarily before he pulls you right back into his mouth.

His tongue runs through your folds, lapping up your wetness, and you moan loudly. His tongue flicks over your hardened clit, humming in delight when he feels you become wetter. You whine, letting more weight settle onto him and grinding into the teasing, hands searching for something to grab onto, eventually grabbing his hair with one and the armrest of the couch with the other.

You were reduced to soft moans, little uh’s and ah’s leave your mouth as your hips stutter and your eyes roll back into your skull.

He begins licking into your opening while his nose ruts against your clit and you throw your head back and shut your eyes tightly, moaning so loud the neighbours can probably hear everything that’s going on, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“F- uck! oh my god, Spencer-” You cry out, and that just spurs him on. His own hips are twitching, arching off the couch as he eats you out.

Heat is coiling in your stomach, Spencers name is the only thing reverberating in your head. Why were you ever against this idea again?

“Oh- Ah- god Spencer- you’re gonna make me- holy- sh- it!” You cry

Spencer moans against you as you chant his name, frantically humping his face as he sucks on your clit.

“FUCK! I’m cumming!” You scream as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You yank Spencer’s hair and your hips spasm on his face as Spencer lets out his own whimpers and cries. His hips thrust upwards as his own orgasm reaches him and his eyes roll back into his head.

Your back is arched and you’re leaning over him as you catch your breath. For a second you black out and completely forget you’re sitting on his face, but once you remember you quickly lift your hips up and look down at him with a worried expression.

Spencer looks completely blissed out. He gently rubs his large hands up and down your sides as you breathe heavily, and licks your slick off his lips. He grins at you, lust still evident in his eyes.

“We are so doing that again.”

More of my stuff can be found here.

~Ivy 🪴

[buckysgrace]

Gimme steve being desperate and pathetic and missing the taste of pussy so badly that he begs for it 🩷🩷🩷🩷

This is nasty and so awful but Steve is at his rock bottom dying for the taste of pussy he can't help himself

Steve Harrington x Bi!Reader

Steve is going through a dry spell and seeks out pleasure in the one person he shouldn't. Robin's girlfriend. (im so sorry Robin ily)

CW: Phew, fem receiving oral sex, spitting, unprotected p in v sex, slight bulge kink, cheating, steve begs a lot but reader wants it just as bad!!

He was sure that he was losing his mind.

He'd tried everything. Bad date after bad date. Shitty, expensive pornos that he'd jerked himself off to until his dick was raw and sore. It was like he was broken. He couldn't cum.

It had been an accident the first time it had happened. He had finished his shift early and had grand plans on returning home and trying to jerk off in the shower again.

He had roughly stumbled in through the front door, not even able to announce his arrival before his heart stalled inside of his chest. His eyes fell to the two scrambling forms, but more importantly to you.

Your legs were spread wide, your back pressed deeply into the cushions as you tried to free yourself. It wasn’t quick enough. He was able to observe your cunt in that quick flash, to see the slick across your folds before you clamped your legs shut and tried to hide your breasts beneath your palms.

A squeal left your mouth, embarrassment seeking into your features as you blindly searched for something to cover yourself as Robin began to defensively throw pillows at Steve to get him to turn away.

He did, but he still had the chance to get a good look at you. He thought about you constantly after that. He couldn't get rid of the sight of the way your body curved, the softness of your boobs and the way your ass moved when you walked. Most of all, he wanted to taste you. He wanted to press his tongue deep inside of you, to explore your deepest crevices until there was nothing left.

He felt like he was obsessed. Every time he touched himself or when he was with someone else; he thought of you. He pictured your pretty features, imagined what your face would look like contorted into pleasure with his face buried between your smooth thighs.

It was the one thing that truly got him off. He felt terrible, awful really. He knew it was wrong, but he could feel his eyes lingering each time you were in the room. It wasn't even in a sexual way. He could feel himself savoring the way you looked. He enjoyed the curve of your face, your nose and your lips. Your eyes. All of it.

He liked listening to you talk, how you'd ramble about your favorite books and the new movies that you were excited to see. You were sort of a nerd like Robin, but he ultimately enjoyed each little thing that fell from your tongue.

He felt like he was young again, like he was experiencing his first crush all over again. His palms would grow sweaty, his heart would hammer and he would stutter over his words as he tried to find the right thing to say to you. Robin had taken to mocking him, completely oblivious to his little crush.

You always acted interested, even if it was just out of kindness. You were patient, kind. As his feelings grew, the guilt began to consume him. He didn't know why the one person who he'd finally felt something for had to be Robin's.

"Can't sleep?" He asked, his mind racing as he took in the baggy shirt that was resting over your shoulders. He felt his mouth growing dry, his cheeks hot as he took in your hardened nipples against your shirt. His eyes trailed down to your hips, taking in your panties that were decorated in sunflowers.

"Yes," You giggled offhandedly as you pushed your hair behind your ears, exposing your pretty face to him, "Robin always has an easier time falling asleep." You told him truthfully, smiling as you held your cup of juice towards your chest.

"Yeah," Steve agreed softly, thinking of the many times that Robin had passed out in his bed next to him, "She's a deep sleeper." He nodded, his glass suddenly feeling too slippery in his grip. He sat it down as he leaned against the counter, watching the way your shirt slid further up your body as you raised your arm to take a drink from the cup.

"You've been around more lately," You observed, using the back of your hand to wipe the liquid from your lips, "Dry spell?" You teased him, making his lips curl up into a smile at the thought of you noticing.

"Something like that," He agreed as he tapped his fingertips on the counter. You moved towards him, resting near him as your gaze turned curious, "It's been driving me crazy." He suddenly blurted out, feeling a little alarmed at the way his heart was hammering from how close your hand was towards him.

"Yeah?" You looked at him curiously, crossing your legs so your foot just lightly grazed against his exposed skin. He inhaled sharply, swearing at the spark that traveled up his spine, "How come?"

"I'm, uh," He paused for a moment, trying to decide if his next thoughts were appropriate or not. He bit his bottom lip, deciding that you had asked after all, "I don't know. No one seems interested I guess."

"They're crazy," You brushed his worries off as you gripped his wrist, giving him a soft squeeze that left his insides flipped, "You're sweet. They don't know what they're missing. Being single isn't too bad though." You offered, shrugging your shoulders to make him feel better.

"I really miss pussy," He spit out again, horrified by his own reaction as he felt his cheeks flush, "Like desperately." He added a second later, his heart thumping against his bones as you looked at him surprised. You giggled again, looking like you were debating something before you decided to speak again.

"Toys are nice," You said softly as you fumbled your fingers together, "But sometimes I really miss the real deal." You couldn't look at him as you spoke, but he held onto each word regardless.

"Yeah?" He asked, his voice suddenly feeling raw by the feelings that were rushing forth inside of him. He chewed on his bottom lip, feeling like he may combust at any moment.

"Mhm," You nodded your head, "I obviously wouldn't change anything, but I get it. It's like, almost feels like a drug you crave you know?" You tried to explain, feeling a little silly for talking about sex with your girlfriend's best friend. You and Steve were friendly, but you wouldn't say you were close despite the fact that you practically lived with them.

"Do you want to feed that craving?" He asked a little hotly, his voice husky and full of want as he watched the way your tongue drifted across your bottom lip. He felt a little feral, wanting to lean across the counter and lick your salvia from your mouth himself.

"What?" You looked at him surprised, your heart lurching in your chest as you were trying to see if you had heard him right. Your heart hammered inside of your chest as your stomach twisted. Steve was handsome. Really handsome. There was no denying that. You knew there had been moments when he'd strutted out shirtless that you had found yourself staring, your eyes drinking in his chest hair and the moles that decorated his skin.

"I know, I know how it sounds," He pleaded with her, sure that he would end up regretting this in the morning, "I just need a taste. No one has to know, I won't ever say anything." He could feel his dick twitching in anticipation, although he was fully prepared to be rejected. It was wrong. He shouldn't be asking you of all people in the first place.

"Steve," You breathed out slowly, feeling hot underneath his intense gaze, "This is wrong." You mumbled but stood to meet his stance regardless. He could feel the tension intensifying between the two of you, knew that you wanted him just as badly.

"I know that," He responded huskily as he drew a fingertip across her cheek, "Just need a taste. Once. It won't ever happen again." He promised her as he pressed his digit into her skin. You inhaled sharply, parting your lips as he stared into your mouth.

"Robin can't find out." You whispered a little softer, feeling guilty for the words that left your lips. Your stomach filled with guilt, but it wasn't enough to overcome the lust that had spread through the rest of your body.

"You can say no," He told her huskily as he knelt between her legs, his fingertips linking around her panties, "Do you want this?" He asked you seriously, giving you the ultimate decision. There was no going back for him.

"Yes," You responded gently, overwhelmed but the look of desperation in his eyes, "I want you, Stevie." You whispered underneath your breath, unable to control the way your body was moving closer to his.

He pressed you against the counter, gripping your soft thigh as he crashed his lips against your own. He swallowed your moans slowly as he dragged his lips against yours, enjoying the taste and feel of it all.

He was aching in his pants, his cock throbbing from how hard he'd grown just being near you. He felt like his skin was on fire, his body lighting into flames the more that he felt your bare skin against his own.

He moved his large hands against your waist, squeezing softly before he dipped his fingertips into the band of your panties. You sighed against his mouth, your fingertips playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he savored the feeling of your flesh against his own.

He slid his hands up to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from your mouth for just a moment as he tugged the cloth up over your shoulders. He breathed in hotly, admiring the shape your tits and the curve of your body before he pressed his lips against yours again.

You tasted sweet, like apples and sugar as he slid his tongue slowly inside of your mouth. You were hesitant for a moment, before you pressed your tongue against his just as urgently. He groaned at the feeling of your tongue pressing against his own before he dragged away, licking away the saliva from the corners of your lips.

Your stomach twisted in pleasure, drowning out the guilt as his tongue traced over the curve of your mouth. You swore he must've felt your heart hammering in your chest by the way his large hands squeezed over your tits.

"So pretty," He mumbled as he pulled away for just a moment, his eyes dark and heavy as he examined your features again. He drifted his fingers up towards your chin, holding onto you for a moment as he brushed his thumb across your skin, "You drive me crazy." He admitted, wondering if you knew just how true his words were.

He pecked your lips again before you could say anything else, stealing the breath from your lungs. He pressed a kiss to your chin, then down the curve of your neck as he made his way down to your hips. You breathed in roughly at the feeling of his lips dragging against your skin, your clit throbbing at the anticipation. it was wrong, but it felt so right.

He fell to his knees in front of you, his hair messy and his lips parted as he drew his fingertips teasingly along the band of your panties. Your heart hammered roughly, stalling inside of your chest as he hooked his fingers through the material and slowly dragged them down the length of your legs.

His eyes fell to you, drinking in the look of your wet pussy. He licked his lips, his mouth watering at the smell of your arousal that drifted along his nose. He wanted to bury himself deep inside of you, was desperate to feel you squirming against him. He just needed a taste.

“Wanna taste you so bad,” He whined as he sat on his knees in front of you, his fingers drifting across your thighs, “Your pussy looks so pretty, looks like she tastes so sweet.” He spoked more to himself, feeling like he was in a trance as he dipped a fingertip between your folds.

He groaned at the slick feeling, at how warm and wet you felt as he slowly explored you with his fingertip. Your body twitched and you gasped, watching the intense way he was observing you.

He pressed his finger against your clit, pressing down softly as he rolled it around in a soft circle. You moaned as you spread your legs a little further, moaning at the warm sparks that spread through your body.

He pulled away, looking up at you with hazy eyes as he slowly pressed his finger inside of his mouth. He groaned as he tasted you, sighing deeply as he circled his tongue along his fingertip. He quickly pulled away, spreading your legs wider as he positioned himself between your thighs. He was too needy to tease you as his cock began to throb hard in anticipation.

He dragged his tongue between your folds achingly slow, savoring each little moment as he curled his tongue slowly back up towards your clit. You whined, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you spasmed around him.

A soft whimper left his mouth as he enjoyed the taste of you as he swiped his tongue through your folds again. He pressed his mouth against your folds, puckering his lips as he kissed at your cunt.

Your body felt warm, tingles racing up your spine as he dipped his tongue lower and began to trace it around your hole. You gaped, struggling to keep your voice quiet as he curled his tongue deep inside of your fluttering hole.

“Stevie,” You whined as your thighs shook, your eyes fluttering as he lapped at you liked a starving man. Your heart fluttered, wondering if he was by the way his eyes met yours quickly. They were dark, dilated as he dragged his tongue back up towards your clit, “Jesus.” You cried out, squirming as your hips began to move on their own.

He placed another quick kiss against your clit before he dipped back down again, teasingly licking at your aching hole. Your motions became uncontrollably as you began to rut against his face messily, though by the sounds that he made it seemed like he enjoyed it even more.

His nose dug into your clit with his motions, pressing it against you repeatedly as you continued to rock your cunt against his eager tongue. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly as soft groans fell from his mouth. He wasn’t touching himself, but moaned and groaned like he was getting himself off from the taste of you.

Your body felt like it was bursting into flames, spreading up the curve of your spine and way down to the tips of your toes. You dug your fingers deeper into his brown locks, clinging to him as he buried his face deeper into your cunt.

He curled his tongue inside of you, flicking it against your walls as you fluttered around him. It took everything in you to stay quiet, to keep from crying out as his nose continually hit against your clit. it was enough to drive you over the edge, to send your hips rocking up against his tongue one last time.

"Fuck, fuck," You did cry out this time, your moans filling the quiet apartment as his fingertips dug deep into your flesh. You moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back as your nipples grew hard from the sudden breeze that hit you, "Oh, God. Oh Steve." You sighed, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth as you trembled around him.

His movements became more frantic as he licked away your cum, slowly dragging it through his mouth before he swallowed it all. He devoured you, feeling as though he'd never had something so sweet on his tongue before. He feared he'd never taste anything as good again, that he would forever be craving the feeling of you on his mouth.

"Let me fuck you," He begged as he clawed at your hips, "It'll feel so much better than any toy." He spoke honestly as he dragged you down towards him, his body feeling hot as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You moaned, your clit still sensitive from your orgasm as you pressed yourself against him. You pressed your lips against his, licking away the taste of yourself on his tongue as he desperately rocked his hips forward.

"Steve," You whined, rolling your hips against his clothed cock as you tangled your fingers through his hair, "It's wrong. I shouldn't want you like this." You whimpered but could feel your walls breaking down at the feeling of just how long and thick his cock was. It really had been a long time.

"Just wanna feel your pussy around me," He urged, looking all too desperate as he groaned at the wet way your cunt slid against him, "Please. Please it doesn't ever have to happen again." He nodded his head, doing whatever he could to reassure you.

"Okay," You wiggled off of him, falling onto your backside as you spread your legs wide. He drank in the image of you spread for him again, his mouth watering as he positioned himself between your legs. He roughly tugged down his pajama pants, barely giving you any time to look before he was gripping his thick girth and tapping his tip against your clit, "Jesus, Stevie. Need you so bad." You whispered, spreading your legs wider as he pressed his tip inside of your wet hole.

"God," He groaned, fighting the urge to shut his eyes from how good you felt wrapped around his cock. Your pussy squeezed him perfectly, was warm and wet as he slowly filled you to the brim. He admired the way your cunt hugged him, how your lips parted and a silent moan left your lips, "So perfect. You're so perfect." He spit out, unable to help himself as he balanced himself on his palms near your shoulders.

He gasped, pleasure shooting up his spine as he bottomed out inside of you. HIs balls fit snuggly against your skin as you took him easily, your mind swirling in pleasure as you suddenly found it hard to breath. Steve was big. Bigger than any of the toys Robin had ever used on you, bigger than any of the other men you'd been with.

The burn and stretch of him was delicious. It made your lips curl into a grin, your stomach curling in pleasure as the moans rolled off of your tongue. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades, whining at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that filled your body.

"Oh," You gasped, your eyes rolling back into your head as he slowly dragged his cock out of your fluttering walls and then slammed back in. You cried out a little louder, struggling to stay quiet this time. His cock curved in just the right way to hit against your bundle of nerves with each little motion, "So good. You feel so good." You breathed out, unable to focus on anything else. You couldn't stop, not even if Robin were to stumble out. You were fucked.

Steve was a little louder, whiny and groaning as he slowly rutted his cock in and out of your crying cunt. You were leaking around him, coating his cock and balls in your slick as his thrusts became deeper and harder.

"You're doing so good," He praised you, grunting deeply as his hair fell wildly across his forehead. He groaned, moving a hand towards your hip as he looked down at the bulge against your stomach, "Feel that baby? Look at you, taking my cock so well." He groaned as he pressed against the spot, making you squirm at the intensity of it all.

You dug your nails into his skin a little harder, your lips falling open into bliss as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. He felt so good, fit inside of you perfectly. You savored the feel of his cock, each ridge and curve as he continued to press your body harder into the floor.

He could feel the pleasure spreading through his body, his cock aching at how tightly your cunt was squeezing along his girth. His forehead fell towards yours as he drank in the feeling of your minty breath fanning his face. He closed his eyes before he blindly pressed his lips against your face, searching for your lips as he did his best to keep you both quiet,

You met his lips with a fierce intensity, moaning at the way your clit was erupting into flames from the way his was continually nudging against your g-spot. You were squirming, your thighs shaking from the white hot pleasure that was spreading deep inside of you.

You kissed him harshly, your tongue sliding against his messily as your teeth brushed against one another's. It was dirty, hot and sweaty as you savored the feeling and sound of his moans on your lips.

The sound of your flesh meeting filled the tiny kitchen, your cunt soaked and squelching along his thick cock. You felt your toes beginning to curl, your mind breaking into hazy pleasure as you clung to him.

"Steve, Steve I-," You shook, crying out as you reached forward to bite down harshly onto his shoulder. You whimpered, shaking as you came around his cock. Your whole body shuddered, your mind broken as all you could do was focus on how good you felt, "God. Oh God."

His breath was hot against the crook of your neck, his groans loud as his thrusts became more sporadic. He pushed into you even deeper, whimpering as he bottomed out once again. He came. his nose brushing against your cheek as his hot, white spunk filled your walls.

You panted against him, dragging your fingertips through his hair as he fell against you. You whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being trapped underneath his weight. You nudged your nose against his neck, breathing in his sweaty musk as his heart beat rapidly against your skin.

He pulled back a second later, his eyes still dark and lustful as he slowly pulled his softening cock from your cunt. You whimpered at the loss, a gasp leaving your mouth a second later at the mess that slid from your hole.

Your body was warm as he spread your legs again, his lips dragging along your stomach before he kissed you lower and lower. You were too tired to protest, your pleasure too deep as he dropped between your legs again.

He dragged his tongue around your hole again, licking away the remnants of his cum before he dragged himself over your tired body. You looked up at him, eyes wide in lust as he slowly pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth again.

You dragged his cum from his tongue, licking it away gleefully as you held onto the back of his neck. You were still sore, overstimulated and far too sensitive but your hips still rocked forward against his.

"You're so good," He cooed, pulling away slowly to stare down at you. His heart was still hammering in the same manner, and he felt a sense of dread filling him. This wouldn't be the last time with you, he was sure of it, "Our little secret?"

[mustainegf]

Hello!

It's me again!

I'm obsessed with James, mainly AJFA and TBA era <3 my God... It seems like he was darker back then.

Could you write him as a vampire?

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS SHORTTTT I LOVE VAMPIRE STUFFF

Also I know the pic of him isn’t ajfa era but it’s so vampire imo ITS STILL AJFA ERA DWWW

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁸

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, babygirl.” James’ voice sent shivers down my spine. I had been craving him all day, and I knew exactly what he needed from me. I pulled down my panties and spread my legs on the bed. I reached started rubbing my clit.

“Show me,” James demanded.

I pulled my fingers out from under my skirt and held them up. I saw the way his eyes darkened when he saw how wet my fingers were.

“I need you to fill me, James .” I whispered. “Fill me up with your cock.”

James took a step closer to me. “You want my cock? Is that what you really want?”

I nodded and opened my legs wider, making sure he got a good view of my soaking pussy. “Yes, James. I want your cock deep inside me, fucking me raw.” His eyes never left my pussy as he took another nudge closer to me. I watched as he pulled off his shirt and his jeans. His cock was painfully hard and ready.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked.

I nodded and leaned back onto the bed, my legs still spread wide. He climbed on top of me and positioned himself at the entrance of my pussy. I felt him teasing me, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slick. My body ached for him.

“Please.” I begged. “Please James. Put your cock in me.” He leaned down and kissed my lips gently, before pushing himself into me. His cock stretched me to my limits, but I welcomed the pain. I loved feeling him in me. Every time.

James started fucking me slow and gentle, but it wasn’t long before he was slamming into me. I knew he loved seeing how he stretched me out.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight,” he said, groaning. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding me in place. He started to thrust harder into me. I moaned out in pleasure and he growled, his fangs bared. “I’m going to take you now,” he whispered against my neck. “Is that okay, baby? Are you ready for me to take you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Take me, please.”

James’ fangs sank into my skin and I screamed out in pleasure. It always stung, but it was his odd way of showing me his love for me. I felt him drinking my blood and sucking my neck.

I moaned louder and my hips moved with his thrusts. My orgasm was building up inside of me. He was fucking me so hard, taking what he wanted from me.

“You feel so good, baby. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” His mouth released from my neck and he kissed my lips before returning to his feeding. His cock felt harder in me and I knew he was close.

“I’m going to fill you up, baby. Can you handle it?” He grunted. He was so close to his climax, I knew. I was right there with him.

“James!” I screamed as it took over. I felt his warm cum fill me up. I knew he was cunning too, because I could feel it spurt into me. We came together, both of us moaning and groaning in pleasure.

James very carefully removed his fangs from my neck and licked the wound clean. “You were perfect, baby. Just like always.” He rolled over on top of me, his cock still in me.

I felt him growing again and I gasped. He wasn’t done with me yet, not even close. I didn’t mind one bit. I wanted to be taken again. And again. And again.

I knew he would take me however he wanted, whenever he wanted. And I was just fine with that. I belonged to him. And I knew that he belonged to me, too. Even though he was a monster, he was my monster.

His fangs were back at my neck and he drank again. This time, his movements were more gentle and slow. He was savoring me passionately and I loved it.

I moaned softly and wrapped my arms around him. “I love you,” I whispered. He smiled against my neck before removing his fangs again.

“I love you too, baby.” His cock slid out of me with a soft wet sound and he moved next to me.

I turned onto my side and cuddled next to him. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me in closer to him. I was his, completely and utterly his.

James’ hand cupped my ass and I smiled. “Again already?” I asked. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

“I’ll never stop wanting you, baby.”

[vikisbay]

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【MEGUMI F.】 brownies.

【Synopsis】 you try to teach megumi how to bake early in the morning and it goes… wrong

A/N —> im in the middle of writing something similar for Yuji because I’m lowkey obsessed with the idea of the jjk boys baking ★彡

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➤ your fingers graze the light switch flicking it on, the bright light burning your eyes ever so slightly. never once did you think you would find yourself teaching Megumi how to bake brownies, let alone at one in the morning. you could barely keep your eyes open but how could you deny Megumi’s request, you made your way to the fridge your fingers wrapping around the cold metal handle pulling it open.

you grabbed the butter and eggs and set in down on the kitchen island “can you grab the rest of the ingredients?” you say sleepily to your boyfriend. he nodded his head before going to the baking cabinet you had in your apartment, you lean your back on the island “why couldn't you have asked me to teach you at a reasonable time?” you mumble, your not annoyed you actually found it cute but you knew you’d end up messing up.

you had Megumi gather all the supplies you would need. “mix all the dry ingredients together” you instructed, he followed your directions opening the flour bag and grabbing a measuring cup. he put half a cup of the flour into the bowl in front of him. you watched intently finding him so extremely cute even if it was so early in the morning. he went to close the bag not noticing the flour that had bunched up at the opening.

the flour went everywhere, on his face, on the table and somehow on your clothes. both yours and his jaws dropped wide “oh pft-omg” your laughs filled the kitchen riding it of its silence. Megumi didn't find it funny but he couldn't help but smile at how much you were laughing “its not funny” annoyance laced his voice but a small smile still graced his face “y-yes it is, omg” your giggles did not calm down but actually grew due to his annoyed look.

you told Megumi to go to your room and clean himself while you finished making the brownies.

when Megumi came back to the kitchen he found you sitting on the floor against the fridge slowly falling back asleep, he sat next to you on the cold tiles “you should go to bed” he sounded stern but you were honestly to tired to understand his tone. you shook your head no before laying your head on his shoulder, you sat with him in silence for a few minutes before opening your mouth to speak.

“why did you wanna learn how to bake?” you snuggled closer to him trying to keep his warmth with you. the raven-haired boy looked down at you pondering if he should make up a lie or tell the truth, he ended up on going with the latter “I wanted to learn how to bake for you…” he looked away so you wouldn't see the blush that spreed across his face like a damn forest fire. you flung yourself off his shoulder “really!” you forgotten how tired you were, your heart felt like it was melting due to his statement.

he scoffed before looking back at you “its nothing big” he muttered under his breathe but you heard him loud and clear even over the sound of your heart beating from excitement “Gumiii, that's so adorable” your voice raised in pure happiness, he let out a soft laugh before leaning slowly towards you, your smile grew as he laid a peck on your lips “you smile like flour” you giggled again.

his smile disappeared and a scoff left his lips clearly annoyed with your teasing, you spent twenty minutes together on the floor waiting for the timer for the brownies to go off and when it did you brought the tray with you to the tile floor, you stayed up for hours talking and laughing while you both ate the newly backed brownies.

— yours truly, Viki

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[supermarketbae]

ok so *cracks knuckles* im really obsessed with subby sleepy billy lately. It’s winter night, you both are wrapped under the covers,his face nuzzled into your neck, his mouth wide open looking like an angel, his big muscular body ontop of yours using your entire body as a pillow. you are just ruffling his hair enjoying his presence, kissing his face. You hear him mumbling something, and he gently grinds his bulge against you, but he’s still asleep so doesn’t realise fully what he’s doing and stops after a few movements. my cute baby boy. You give his painfully hard dick some comfort by giving him a handjob, hes so sensitive- waking up sleepily moaning just in so much pleasure just mumbling so much about how good it feels❤️

AHEM- just-just- yk what-

We're making it out of the mental asylum with this one 🔥🔥🔥

Warnings: smutttt (we're back folks), praise, sub! billy, somnophilia maybe sorta slightly, reader has fem anatomy, overstim, uhhmm yea that's it y'all, oh no formatting but you guys should just expect that by now.

The howl of the wind against the house is what shook you from your sleep. It never surprised you how quickly the weather could drastically change. Shifting a little, you stifle a giggle as you feel your boyfriends arms tighten around your waist. Now, of course, Billy Hargrove would never admit it, but he was just a big teddy bear when it came to you. "Emphasis on big" you thought to yourself as his body, currently on top of yours dwarfs you. Simpering lightly you smile wide running a hand through Billy's golden curls, some of the long strands tickling your neck. At this, Billy shifts against you. Not something uncommon, except for the small whine that bubbled up out of him as his hips dragged over yours. His hips shudder into that slow, lazy circle again, you muffle a moan when his hardening dick presses oh so deliciously into your clothed cunt. Billy lets out a soft moan again, and you smirk.

"My poor baby" you whisper into the darkness. As you press yourself upward, Billy ruts against you with a pathetic whimper. Then, pushing his shoulder lightly, he rolls off of you onto his back. You don't miss the furrowing of his brows at the loss of heat. You also certainly don't miss the large wet spot as well as the significant bulge in his boxers. You clench your thighs at the lewd sight. Grinning sultrily, you trail a hand softly over it, mouth watering as Billy's dick twitches from the light stimulation. Fingers tracing gently over the waistband of his boxers, you move them down.

Your eyes widen. His cock is flushed red and angry, precum leaking so miserably. You chuckle sadistically as you bring your hand so teasingly up his length. As Billy's whines increase in volume you smile pressing kisses to his flushed cheeks. As your thumb circles the head of his dick, Billy's eye's flutter open. He looks at you mouth trembling in pleasure. "I-oh-oh fuck feels so good" he groans as his eyes roll. You bit your lip at his words your arousal spiking at his high pitched sounds. "Does it baby?" you coo hotly in his ear. "I think I would know since you were rutting against me in your sleep." You choose this moment to nibble at his ear.

Billy whines letting out an intelligible drawl. "I'm sorry 'm sorry so horny for you so-ohh god- ohgod~" he mewls as you jerk him off faster. "So good for me honey" you say as you bite, suckling at his neck. Billy's face contorts in pleasure as you continue stroking his throbbing dick. "Oh-I- nghhhhh- i- right there-right there god-pleassee" Billy shudders against you as the head of his cock continues to leak. "My pretty precious boy" you laugh smugly as he bucks up into your hand. "So needy darling..." you chide as Billy writhes beneath your grasp. "i- oh- ah- so it's so- good- I- wanna cum please baby" Billy mewls. "Ohh," you chuckle condescendingly "Is my good boy gonna cum?" you ask sickeningly sweet. "Yes-yea please wanna cum mmph-please" Billy cries breath fluttering as he whines. "Then cum for me hon, did so good." you whisper in his ear. Billy's eyes widen as his abs tighten and he cums moaning your name sounding wreaked and hazy.

His breath is coming out in small hiccups as he mutters a small "thank you that was-" His eyes widen as your hand continues to pump him lazily. Billy whimpers as you look down at him, climbing on top.

"I never said I was done love." you smile as he looks up at you and his whimpers start to increase in volume.

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a/n: it physically pained me not to add a mommy kink to this shhhhhh

[cannniballcutie]

hey, cuties! baby's first post! not proofread at all i literally ripped bong before i wrote this :p

cw- obsessive choso :3, choso scares reader, choso is mean :( oral, breeding, dubcon, fem reader, icky choso. he's so nasty oml i love him.

wow im so high right now

He could feel his shoulders relaxing as soon as his car came into sight of his apartment building. He quickly found his window on the side of the building, noticing a soft, pinkish glow emanating from it. His heart swelled, almost painfully. He knew that you were within the building, in his home, and the thought of you waiting patiently for him, swaddled in the aura of his belongings, smelling of him, made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He pulled into his parking space, almost forgetting to place his foot on the brake before he put the car into park, his thoughts only focused on you. He regulated himself, before attempting to walk calmly up the sidewalk with his heart beating painfully against his ribs. He decided to take the stairs to the top floor, where you were. In his home. His space. Claimed by him. He didn’t even feel his body moving, his senses overwhelmed with your presence, the thought of your sweet face at the forefront of his mind. He reached the top, and immediately stalked down the hallway, moving like a shadow, swiftly producing his key and unlocking the door silently. He could smell your sweet scent the second he walked through the door, and he heard your voice humming softly from the kitchen. He moved noiselessly into the room with you, seeing you facing away from him, bustling over the stove. He approached you from behind, before pouncing and pulling you flush against his chest, your arms trapped by his. A strangled whimper left your mouth as his right hand groped your left tit and he teased your earlobe with his teeth. He could feel your heartbeat growing faster, and your breath increasing as you gasped. He knew you were afraid, and the thought of you being terrified of him.

God, he was a sick man.

He chuckled at your reaction, before kissing the side of your neck. “Angel..” he sighed into your hair. You relaxed immediately and began trying to turn around and make eye contact with him. 

“Choso?” you gasped, and his teeth clenched when you said his name. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, spinning you around and taking you in. You wore soft sleep shorts and a thin, silky tank top under an oversized fluffy cardigan. Your eyes were wide as you peered up at him, with a look of adoration in your gaze. He delighted in how quickly you could go from being terrified of him to looking at him with so much love. You averted your gaze as he stared at you so intensely, before speaking again. “I made some dinner for us, and it’s almost ready. If you want to eat together- "Yes.” he interrupted you. “Let’s eat.”

He watched you plate two servings of rice and chicken katsu, seasoning the top of the rice with soy sauce as you asked him how his day was. “Did you do anything fun?” you smiled at him softly. He exhaled as you held out his meal, taking it from you while he leaned down to kiss you on your forehead. 

“No. But I plan to have some fun tonight.” He grinned as you pouted, before kissing your soft lips long and hard, his lips moving hungrily against yours, making you lose your breath before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Your eyes were half-lidded, drunk off his kiss as you gazed up at him lovingly. “Let’s eat,” He said hurriedly, feeling himself chubbing in his pants at your expression. You nodded silently, still looking dreamily at his face, before taking your food and following him into the living room. He set your dishes on the small table in front of the couch, before guiding you to sit next to him, nearly on his lap as he squeezed you to his side, taking advantage of his taller perspective so he could look down your tank top and leer at your squishy tits. When you situated yourself and looked up at him, he took your chin in his hand and kissed you deeply, making you close your eyes. You whimpered and turned your body to his, your cardigan slipping off of your shoulder as you pressed your front to his and placed your hands on his shoulders. Choso grabbed your hips and pulled you fully onto his lap, grinding you onto his bulge as he did so, making you whimper as you felt him through your thin sleep shorts. He groaned into your mouth, the feeling of you on top of him, working your cute little hips against his cock while you whimpered sweetly into his mouth. He knew that if he had the choice, he would never let you leave his home. He just wanted to keep you locked away, taking care of you and tending to your every whim, coming home from work to you making him dinner in his kitchen. He wanted to see your smile every day, he wanted to wake up next to you and feel the curve of your body against his own.

But of course, those weren’t his only reasons. He wanted to bend you over every surface in the home, make you squeal on his cock as you came over and over again. He wanted to wake you up every morning with his mouth on your cunt. He wanted to come home to you naked and on your knees by the front door, your mouth open as you waited for him to fuck your throat. 

But for now, making sure that you spent the night at every opportunity would have to work. As long as he kept you safe in his home and stuffed with his cum. And now you were here, grinding your clothed cunt on him while you worked your mouth desperately on his. He groped your hips before standing up suddenly, firmly grasping you by the hips as you instinctively closed your legs around his waist. His legs moved, carrying you both to his bedroom, leaving your food forgotten on the coffee table. He dropped you roughly onto the bed, making you gasp as you bounced onto it. He grasped at the hem of your cardigan, pulling it over your head as he reached for your tank top. You whined and grabbed at his wrists. 

“W-wait Cho, gimme a min-”

He disregarded you completely, pinning your wrists above your head and pulling your tank top down to expose your tits. He groped them roughly with one hand before roughly kissing you again. His cock was painfully hard in his pants as he felt your muffled moans against his lips. He turned you suddenly, forcing you onto your stomach as he pushed you further onto the bed, smushing your face into his pillows. He pulled your hips roughly into the air, arching your back as you tried pushing yourself up so you could face him. “No, need to take you from the back,” he muttered, before pushing your head back into the pillows. You whined as you felt him pulling down your shorts, exposing your panties, and leaving you almost completely naked. You tried turning your head, but his hand was still on your neck, keeping you still. You could just see his hand coming down to unbuckle his pants from the corner of your eye. You arched your back, pressing your pussy closer to his unzipped crotch. Choso groaned as he pulled himself from his pants, hissing as he stroked his head against your clothed pussy. You sunk further into the pillows as he pushed your panties to the side suddenly and sheathed himself fully into your cunt. Your legs flew up and pushed against his knees where they were firmly planted on the bed. Your mouth opened as you gasped from the sudden intrusion, the sounds coming from your mouth making his cock even harder, and he knew it would be hard to control himself if he had to keep hearing your sweet noises. He moved his hands to your shoulders, bringing you flush to his chest while his cock moved in and out of you. He groped your breasts roughly with his left hand while his right turned your head to face him as he kissed you hungrily. Your moans were swallowed by his mouth on yours as you tried to push his hand away from your sensitive tits. He groaned angrily as you tried to move his hand, before he moved his hand from your face and brought it down to your clit, rubbing it in small, hard circles. You broke the kiss with a gasp and began to buck your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm as he moved his mouth to your neck and began to suck marks onto your soft flesh. He groaned and stilled his movements as he felt you come around his cock, staving off his orgasm. You relaxed against his chest, leaning into him as you closed your eyes. He laid you down on your stomach again, and you snuggled your face into the pillow, waiting for him to pull out and lay beside you. He relished in your gasp as he roughly lifted your hips into the air before he started pounding into you again, his speed breakneck compared to his already rough speed from earlier. Your manicured nails dug into the pillows around your head as his large hands squeezed bruises into your hips. “Choso p-please I-I can’t-” your pussy clenched as your orgasm approached rapidly. He groaned as buried himself deep inside you, hoping his seed would impregnate you as you came around his cock. He fell onto your back, pulling you onto your side so he could spoon you from behind with his hand on your stomach. “Choso, I’m all gross..” “Stay. I’ll clean you up later.” With his tongue, he thought to himself as he brought his nose to your neck, delighted in the fact that you smelled just like him.

[danikamariewrites]

hi i was going through your eris x bratty reader fics, im literally obsessed with them, and i was wondering if i could request eris saying no to the reader after she asks him to buy her smthn and the reader just starts bawling her eyes out be he's never said no to her🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ this would literally be so funny, reader would literally be so confused, like what’s no??? what do you MEAN no?????

Did You Just Say No?

Eris x reader

A/n: I love brat tamer Eris 😚

Warnings: bratty reader

Taking you shopping was supposed to be a reward. For you because you managed not to behead any of his advisors this week. And for him to see that stunning smile of yours. Eris loves making you happy, but today he felt like conducting a little experiment.

Eris didn’t punish you earlier this week for acting bratty. He just reprimanded you a little and promised you anything you wanted if you were good until Friday.

You were in the last shop before you and Eris were to go back to the Forest House. A small yet very expensive boutique in the city. You had already picked out an exquisite dress, a pair of shoes to match, and a few other things.

Eris had no idea what you could possibly have left to buy but he waited patiently. You skipped up to your mate holding a beautiful autumn brown tunic with small leaves embroidered on it.

The garment was draped over your arms as you came to a stop in front of Eris, giving him your sweetest smile. “Can I please get this one Eris?”

Eris seemed like he was contemplating his answer. Which was odd. He always said yes. Eris looked you dead in the eyes, face straight and said the worst word ever to you, “No.”

You were so taken aback you physically stepped away from him. Your face contorted in sadness and anger. Your mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to comprehend what Eris had just done.

“What?” Your voice breaks and your eyes narrow at him. “What is no? What do you mean?” Internally you’re panicking. Is this how he’s ending your relationship? Does he not want this dynamic anymore? You weren’t sure you could change, Eris has treated you like a princess since day one.

“No, you cannot have it.” On the inside Eris was praying to the Cauldron you didn’t make a scene right now. Maybe a public place was not the best idea for this experiment.

“Well, why not? You said I can have whatever I want?” Your voice was slowly rising with each word. “Is that not an option anymore?” “No, you just cant have this particular thing. You’ve had enough today.”

Ass soon as the words left his mouth Eris realized it was the absolute wrong thing to say. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t help the sob that came out of your mouth. Tears started falling fast.

“Do you not want me any more? Just tell me you don’t love me anymore Eris! That’s better than no!” You tossed the tunic onto the chaise lounge in the middle of the boutique, crossing your arms and turning from Eris.

The other patrons kept shopping but occasionally snuck looks at the two of you. Eris was shocked by your words. Of course he loved you, how could he not? You are perfect to him.

Eris lightly grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him. “My love,” he says softly, “I will always want you. How could you even think that?” You sniffled, “Because you said no. You never say no.”

“Love, I didn’t know you’d react like this. I’m sorry. Of course you ca get whatever you want.” You stopped crying and leaned away from Eris, a bright smile on your lips. “Yay! Thank you!”

You pecked his cheek and collected the the tunic from lounge, speeding to the cashier to put it with the rest of your shopping.

Eris shook his head. He was happy you bounced back quickly but her was sure you’d give him an attitude about this later.

[munivrse]

riding haos face has been stuck in my head. 😭😭 he’d constantly ask if you could ride his face hoping you’d actually do it and when you finally agreed he was so excited.

DUDEEEE YES!!!!

I believe in service dom hao supremacy personally but he never like tests your limits so everytime he's like "sit on my face" you decline and he resorts to getting on his knees instead but good GOD does he want you to just use him. he'll ask at the most random times.

you'd be like sitting on the couch watching tv and suddenly hao just

"do you want to sit on my face today?"

at the grocery store

cooking

brushing your teeth at night

3am, you just had a nightmare and hes trying to console you by telling you to sit on his face LIKE HES OBSESSED.

one day, hao's got you undressed sitting in his lap getting ready to finger you and of course he hits you with

"you wanna sit on my face today?"

"yeah."

"okay its fine baby, you dont have to-"

"hao i said yes."

"😧"

IMMEDIATELY scoots himself down and beckons you over his face and when you look down at him youre like damn... why didnt i do this sooner

cause hao's pupils are blown wide, pretty eyes fluttering up at you. his cheeks are red and you swear up and down it looks like he's about to cry.

"c'mon, sit down."

"i am sitting."

"y/n i said sit. not hover. i want you to sit on my face and use it to get off. please baby, sit."

"im NERVOUS."

"stop being nervous. i dont think i've ever been so fucking turned on in my life please for gods sake's SIT."

and with that he yanked you by your thighs and from there you took charge!

hao is whining and kicking his hips up, looking for some sort of friction.

his head is so cloudy and he cant help but start to cry at the fact that you're using him this way.

his cock is leaking in his fucking pants because you've got such a tight grip in his hair and you're using his mouth and his nose to get off and he cant fucking breathe. he cant think. he just knows he needs to drink you down his throat.

and when you do cum (which happens quickly!) hao grips your waist and keeps you on his face so he can make out with your pussy while he creams his pants.

you climb off of him, overstimulated as fuck, legs shaking and chest hurting with how quickly you were trying to catch your breath.

hao is blissed out on the other side of you, sighing in contentment.

"can we do that again?"

good god. anon your brain is big.

[rookiesbookies]

So Im on a minor Soap obsession (Gaz obsession starts when @shotmrmiller posts about him, check out their Needs series bc 🤤) and by minor I mean major bc he and Gaz are my favs.

So i was like… what is Sergeant MacTavish met Captain MecTavish and his wife. Like HOW WOULD THAT GO???

Well dont fret bc I have an answer.

Under the cut

Yall can ignore this part it in italics bc doesnt mean anything but this is just my hc ig? But they dont change anything for what I wrote:

I feel like this woman is the definition of slim thick. She has the nicest birthing hips, a decently small sized waist, busty chest, a nice ass, and the thickest thighs. She has nice calves and is the definition of all natural. There isn’t a fake piece to her. She’s like 5’4” to the Captain, who stands behind her like a giant scary shadow.

I feel like she’s American and they bonded over both “hating” the brits.

She definitely has a size kink. Like has to.

She’s fiery. Like “my husband said no pickle,” type. The Captain knows if his wife goes “you need to handle it,” there’s a problem because there isn’t anything she won't take on. So it’s probably some douches asking to talk to her husband about buying a car or some shit.

Only part that kinda sticks is that I feel like she worked in intelligence? Idk

The good stuff:

The Captain sees Simon and pulls him into the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen. Simon’s eyes are wide at the size of his once more nimble companion. His wife standing to the side shaking her head. No one knows who this strange lady is yet.

Price shakes his hand. Gaz is gawking at the size of this man, stating something like, “he’s the lumberjack and the whole forest.”

Sergeant Soap, out of habit started flirting with his wife from the future. The woman leans back against the counter top, sipping a water as the young lad flirts with her mercilessly.

“I’m almost old enough to be your mom.”

“I’ll just call you mommy.”

You get the point. Soap is basically purring at this lady as the Captain walks back over to her and wraps his arm around her hips, giving her a peck on the lips and Soap’s mouth falls open for the second time in a row.

Not only was he now the definition of manliness but he has the hottest woman he’s ever seen for a wife.

“That’s our bonnie?”

“That’s our bhean.” Which is Scottish Gaelic for wife. It rolls off the Captain tongue with 0 effort as his wife giggles lightly and presses a kiss to his neck.

Soap about faints.

“Do I miss when you used to flirt with me like that,” his wife turned to her husband and asked. The Captain moved to put an arm on either side, caging her in against the counter and helping her easily move to sit on top of it.

“Oh, I think ya do. Its that charm that won ya over after all. Got ya to marry me, dinnit?”

“If charm is what we’re calling the monster between your legs, then yes. Yes, it was.” The Scottish Captain laughed with his wife, a hearty chuckle that makes her hum in amusement and leave a peck on his scratchy beard. Soap about fainted again.

“WE’RE MARRIED TO A SUPERMODEL?”

“I’m an American Central Intelligence Agent, actually. We met putting Graves behind bars. Told him if he didn’t shoot him when we got him in the heli, I’d return his advances because Graves has some info I needed. Rest was history.” Her voice sounded like the best music Soap had ever heard. She was EVERYTHING. He’d pray to the ground she walked on and lick the rim of any cup she sipped from just to get a taste of her. He had a big fat crush on this woman.

The Captain could see the look in Soap’s eyes and sighed to himself. He forgot how much of a simp he was for his wife. He forgets how much of a simp he still is for his wife. Wondering if he still makes that dorky expression.

Soap tapped the Captain and pulled him into a different room. He got on his knees in front of his Captain self and begged, “PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOU DID IT. I NEED TO MEET THIS WOMAN NOW.” His hands clasped together, on his KNEES.

Captain MacTavish just pats his little mohawk and says “with time,” which makes sweet little Soap about CRY. Gave him some other small light hearted advice about her favorite flowers and that he’ll know when he sees her.

The Captain just makes his way back into the room and over to his wife. He gently returns to her, still seated on the counter, as she plays on her phone, and sticks his face into her chest with a content sigh. Her free hand goes to run her fingers through his hair and his arms tighten slightly around her waist.

Soap waddles in and his FOMO is off the hook. Simon shuffles over to him and in his best serious voice he goes, “I’d offer to let ya put your face in my tits but I don’t think mine are the kind ya looking for.” Before cackling to himself.

He heard the Captain mumble something to her about retiring, her having perfect birthing hips, and chubby Scottish babies which made poor little Soap break down.

She hummed back at comment about her having the job that’s less dangerous and how she’d let him have a whole little futbol team once he stopped doing the dangerous stuff. She pulled his head up, planted a kiss to his lips, and let his head fall right back.

His future is AWESOME.

Sergeant John ‘Soap’ MacTavish is officially excited for his future.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Part 2 here

[cupidjyu]

Hello!! I read some of your works and really loved it🥺💗 I wanted to know if the requests were open..if yes can you pls write something on the lines of being stressed about studying and sunwoo helping the reader with revsing🤭

late night studying

sunwoo x reader + request

genre: gentle sunwoo!!!!!!! lap sitting (guys i have an obsession ...), cuddles, kisses, overall very fluffy and cozy! notes: the way i can literally relate with this whole studying stressed thing like ... anyways, that's crazy i posted so much these past few days LSKDFJ i hope you like this, anon!!!!! word count: 0.7k

you yawned, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. your eyes blinked blearily at the screen in front of you. there sitting on the surface, was your computer, brightly displaying the notes you had taken throughout the course. and next to the computer, scattered on the desk, were notebooks and books that you couldn’t even remember the title of. 

your exam was soon but it was hard to focus with how exhausted your body felt. 

you grumbled to yourself, trying to snap out of it.

but that was when you heard the rustle of blankets behind you. you turned around and there he was, sunwoo, your beloved boyfriend, sitting up on the bed. he was dressed in his usual comfy hoodie and sweats, his hair tousled as he was cutely rubbing at his eyes.

he looked sleepy. you glanced at the time; it was 12:59 am, about to hit 1. 

“ah…” you whispered, looking slightly guilty. “did i wake you?”

he didn’t answer. instead, he looked at you worriedly, “why’re you still studying?”

you sighed, shaking your head, “i have to know this stuff for the exam,” you explained. “the grade is important to me.”

he frowned, his puffy lips pulling into the most adorable pout, you almost smiled at the sight. but then you paused when he got up from the bed. 

you looked at him bewildered, “what are you- woo, go back to sleep.”

he didn’t listen, instead, he kneeled down so that he was looking up at you from where you were sitting on the desk chair. he brought a gentle hand to your face and caressed your cheek softly, his eyes concerned and big.

“no, im here to help… always,” he replied, quietly. and so he led you to stand up. you watched, confused, as he sat in the chair. but you had to admit, he looked extremely cuddly at that moment. you really wanted to hug him.

and it seems that he could read your mind because you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you froze as he brought you to sit in his lap.

“sunwoo-” you stared back at him with wide eyes.

but he interrupted you before you could get another word in. 

“so where were you?”

you were silent, trying to process the situation. but finally, you pointed at the bottom of the screen in which he peeked over your shoulder to read the words.

“okay,” he said, voice soft and soothing.

and just as he said he would, he helped you. he tested you on each of the points, reading them out slowly enough so that you could comprehend. and whenever you got them right, he would softly pat your head and place a long kiss on your cheek, making you blush. 

“aren’t you smart?”

“stop,” you brought your hand to your face to hide your flustered self. 

he only chuckled at your actions, squeezing tighter. and yes, his other arm, never left your waist, as it stayed wrapped around you and held you securely.

“correct!” another question right.

“i knew that one,” you replied proudly, smiling to yourself.

“cute,” he simply mumbled.

“what?” you looked at him.

“what?” he looked back with wide eyes, his face turning a bright red.

but after a while, suddenly, you started to feel incredibly drowsy. you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your mouth kept opening in a yawn. 

sunwoo noticed as he looked at you with soft eyes, “you studied enough, i believe.”

he kissed your cheek again, slightly shifting so that you were more comfortable in his lap.

“just a few more, okay?” he said. and then he hurriedly went through the last points, trying his best to get you to focus for just a bit more, still whispering small words of reassurance in your ear, making you shiver.

when he finally deemed that studying was enough, he picked you up. you let out a tired noise as you immediately latched onto his body as he carried you over to the bed. your eyes felt heavy and so did your body. but you immediately felt lighter when you felt him climb into the sheets with you.

it was quiet until you heard his deep voice ring through the calm night.

“proud of you.”

you could only hum in response. he left a kiss on your forehead, smiling against your skin as he pulled you close to his chest. you snuggled closer, breathing his usual body wash you loved so much.

“thank you, sunwoo,” you whispered into his hoodie. “love you.”

he giggled, hugging you tighter, “love you too.”

[millersdjarin]

I Only See Daylight

Chapter Four

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: E (eventually)

Chapter warnings/tags: slow burn, dad!din, bonding, injuries (not in detail), negative self-talk, mentions of past trauma/abuse

Chapter Length: 4.2k

Previous Chapter | Series Masterlist & Info

notes: im sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the others! if it's any consolation, a few of the chapters in this fic are 10k, so there's that. :) i've set a posting schedule of mondays and thursdays, but this week i'm posting on sunday because i'm going to be travelling on monday and i have to stay off tumblr to avoid tlou spoilers until the evening. so, surprise :)

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

“How do you feel?” Is the first thing you hear when you wake, rolling over on your makeshift bed to find Mando standing at the cave entrance again. He’s leaning against the wall with one shoulder, his hip cocked out, one leg bent casually. 

Kriffing hells, how is he so attractive when all you can see of him is his posture and his impossibly shiny armour? 

You force the thought from your mind, blaming it on your half-asleep state. 

“I don’t know yet,” you answer with a grimace. It’s been two days since your fall. The pain is better, though the rest of your body feels stiff now, muscle soreness finally catching up with you after the tumble. There hasn’t been another storm, at least, so Mando has managed to hunt for every meal so far. He goes out to get water every morning, filling canteens to the brim. He makes you drink so much that sometimes it feels like you’re swimming in it. “Hydration helps with healing,” he says every time, even though you already know; he says it just to counter your playful glaring at him every time he hands you the flask. 

“Sun rose not that long ago,” he cranes his neck to gaze up at the sky, “if you’re feeling up to it, we can probably travel today.” 

You manage to sit up, but the minute you do, pain shoots down from the wound on your calf and into your ankle. It circles there around the joint and throbs. “Have we got any more ice packs?” 

“One more,” Mando answers as he heads right over to his medpack and gets it out. 

“We should ration it,” you hold out your hand to stop him activating it. “For when we’re travelling. I’ll probably need it.” 

He looks down at the pack, hesitates. Then nods and puts it away. “Do you think you’ll be okay to travel today? If so, we should move soon, make the most of the daylight.”

Shifting a little, you try to get a gage on your body, how it feels. A grimace makes its way onto your face without your consent. Everything hurts. Literally everything. Muscles you didn’t even know you had are strained and stiff. 

But you’ve been here for two days. He’s been stranded here for four. 

“If the answer is anything but yes,” his voice cuts through your rapidly declining thoughts, “then my answer is no.” 

Relieved, you smile. But you protest, “Mando, you’ve stayed with me so long now. I can make my own way back.” 

“No,” he says definitively. “We move when you’re ready.” 

You relax, settling back against the wall. You’re too sore to argue. 

“The kid’s enjoying the vacation, anyway,” Mando says, the lilt of a smile in his voice. 

As if summoned, Grogu steps forward from his little bed at the back of the cave. He yawns, his tiny mouth opening as wide as it can go, his eyes screwing shut. 

Oh, Maker, he is adorable. 

“You take time off a lot?” You ask with a wry smile as Mando scoops the kid up into his arms. 

The huff of a laugh comes through his helmet. “Not really.” 

“Why am I not surprised?”

Mando tickles Grogu’s cheek, earning a little giggle. 

You watch them. There’s that warmth again, creeping its way between your ribs, around your heart. 

You have to look away. 

All three of you are starting to get a little stir crazy by the time the night comes around. 

You’re feeling better, though. Mando’s hydration obsession is working to help loosen out your stiff muscles. It doesn’t help, though, that you have to keep getting up every hour to pee. Especially because you have to tell Mando every time nature calls, which is, admittedly, rather humiliating—it shouldn’t be, it’s fucking natural, but he’s Mando and he’s been making you feel a certain way, and you don’t want to have to admit to this terrifying yet comforting man that you have to piss. It’s even worse that he has to help you hobble outside, then walk away while you do your business, and come back and pretend to not notice the puddle sinking into the ground. 

It’s demoralising. Your cheeks are tired from flushing red all the time. 

But he insists on you drinking enough, even when you protest. 

“I don’t mind doing this, you know,” he says as the sun sets, an arm around you as you hobble to the designated Nature Area. 

“Yes, you do,” you grumble, kind of just wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“I don’t,” he insists. “It’s fine. Besides, it’s good to move a little.” 

“A little? Mando, it’s every hour, on the hour, at this point.” 

The unfamiliar sound of a soft laugh comes through his helmet. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounded fond. But you’ve never heard a laugh like that. So. “It’s good. Just call me back when you’re ready.” 

He never comes back until you call, no matter how long it takes you.

It isn’t lost on you, either, that you never would have been able to do this on your own. You’d have had to piss where you sat. Which seems like a worse concept than just ruining your leg, and subsequent mobility, forever by forcing yourself to walk home. 

As darkness approaches, Mando takes his flashlight—yours is long dead by now—and puts it in the far end of the cave. He stays over there, rustling in his pack for something. Curious, you watch, wondering what he’s doing; he angles the light strangely, propping it up with a few stray rocks on the ground, and then fishes out a small piece of canvas, pulled from what remained of your tent. He puts it over the flashlight, folds it once. 

Then, the light is softer. Diffused around the cave. 

Grogu, who is sitting against the wall playing with a little silver ball, looks up at the newly-lit cave walls and laughs in glee. 

“You like it, kid?” Mando asks him. 

The kid claps his hands together, gazing around. Mando laughs softly and sits back down beside the kid, watching him. 

You’re watching Mando. It’s impossible not to, with the soft light reflecting from his armour in a new way, casting new highlights and shadows across every curve and edge. You wonder what places he’s been, how he’d look in all kinds of light. Harsh, bright, sunshine of a bright summer’s day, the dark ashy colour beneath rain clouds. 

“Mando?” You find yourself saying. 

He looks up at you, one hand holding the kid. 

“Tell me about somewhere else you’ve been,” you request. “Please?” 

“Where do you want to hear about?” 

“Anywhere. First place that comes to mind.” 

For a second, he’s quiet, just looking at you. Considering. When he speaks, he doesn’t say what you expected him to, and his voice is softer than it should be. “You really want to travel, don’t you?” 

And, okay. 

That hits a nerve. 

You look away, blinking. It’s clear that you’ve tensed, that something has made you uncomfortable; and you expect him to backtrack, to apologise, but he just waits. So patient, like he wouldn’t mind if you didn’t say anything, or even if you just told him to fuck right off. You wish you could see his face, decipher his expression. Match it to the soft curiosity of his lovely voice. 

“Yeah,” you manage on a shaky breath, imagining yourself up there, in the vastness of space, free to explore the Galaxy. “Yeah, I do.” 

Quiet again. He’s giving you space. 

You take it, let it sink in. 

Then, his voice is there again, “So why don’t you?”

And if that isn’t a question and a half. “It’s, uh,” you clear your throat. You’re about to say it’s complicated. But that doesn’t even cover the half of it. Instead, feeling a cold, familiar dread slowly creeping through your veins, you say, “I like it here.” 

He doesn’t say anything, but he looks at you still, some kind of unexplainable patience coming from his dark visor. 

It’s unclear if he can hear the omission of the truth.

You don’t want to lie to him. 

You’re sitting here, in a cave that he so beautifully lit as best he can, on top of a bed that he made just for you to be comfortable, after he’s helped you pee about twelve times a day for the last two days. He’s been nothing but kind. 

And it’s not that you feel like you owe him answers because of that. Nor, in fact, that you think he feels you owe him answers. His quiet, unassuming patience in the dim intimacy of this cave is proof enough of that. 

No, it’s not that. 

It’s that you’ve been alone for so long. You’ve never said this to anyone.

And after all this, once you’re back at your hut and you’ve fixed his ship together, he’s going to leave. And you’re never going to see him again, anyway. 

So. 

“Truthfully,” you say, “as much as I like it here, it’s not where I’d choose to be. If I had another choice.” 

Instead of staying still and silent, he starts to nod. His gaze is unwavering, solid and stable, weaving its way into the tension and uncertainty beneath your skin, soothing it.

Grogu gets up and waddles over to you. He climbs clumsily into your lap.

Then, with a quick look to Grogu, Mando says, “I understand.”

And that, those simple words, make something release in your chest.

The weight of your confession doesn’t feel as heavy as you’d expected. In fact, it feels like something has lifted in the air between the three of you. Like even the kid understands. 

Well.

This is new. 

-

As the third morning in the cave rolls around, you wake up feeling much better. 

Once you’ve relieved your always-full bladder, you tell Mando as much, staggering back into the cave and to your bed. “You can stop over-watering me now,” you tease as he lets you back against the wall, gentle. Your hands are on the backs of his arms, and slide all the way down them as he moves away. You wish you could linger there, and the way he moves so slowly, his visor gazing down into your sleepy eyes, makes you think that he wishes that, too. 

As your palms brush against his wrists, he seems to catch himself. He pulls away quickly and turns to distract himself with the kid.

“So, you’re ready to travel?” He asks. 

“As I’ll ever be,” you reply, staring at him from behind. He has a nice behind. (And you need to stop. Immediately.)

“You can lean on me. We’ll take it slow, I promise.” 

Kriff, say that again… “I’ll be alright. You’ve got enough to carry.” 

He looks at you again. “I’m leaving the parts here,” he says, like that should be obvious. 

“What?” You frown. “But your ship…” 

“Once we find our way back, and you’re safe, I’ll come back for them.” 

“Mando, I can manage. Seriously, we should take the parts. You’ve been here long enough.” 

The helmet tilts. “You trying to get rid of me?” It would concern you, if the teasing in his tone wasn’t arousingly obvious.

You just about manage to recover from the stirring in your belly, and you laugh, “Totally. Sick of you already.” 

The kid, standing beside him, looks at you and makes a sad noise. His ears turn down towards the ground. 

Kriff. “Hey, I’m just kidding,” you assure him with a smile. As a peace offering, you reach your hands out to him, and he relaxes in an instant, immediately plodding over to you and climbing into your lap. You hold him, give him a quick hug, then just let him sit there. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m actually gonna miss you,” you whisper into his ear. He coos happily, tugging at a loose thread on your coat.

When you look up, Mando is, of course, staring at you. This time, you know for sure that it’s at both you and the kid.

“What?” You ask. 

“Nothing,” he answers after a moment of hesitation. “I’m going to pack up. Then we can move. You okay to sit with the kid?” 

“You know I am,” you smile, and watch as Mando nods and heads outside.

That pang in your chest is back. Well, you’re not sure when it turned from a slow warmth into a pang. 

But it’s there. Too obvious to ignore. 

For a few miles, you manage pretty well. It took some convincing, but you got Mando to agree to taking the parts along with him in the end. You do lean on him, but only when moving over particularly rough terrain, fallen logs, or exposed tree roots. 

“How we doing?” Mando asks at around noon. 

“Fine,” you say, feeling a little breathless. 

“You sure?” 

“I’m sure. We can stop soon for a break.” 

Another hour passes, your ankle is starting to throb, and you’re really fucking glad that you saved that ice pack for this exact moment. 

Mando sits you down on a fallen log, keeping his arm around you until you’re properly seated, lingering just a little too long for you to tame the way it makes your heart beat wildly. To feel the heat of him through his flight suit, your hands and arms pressed to parts of him not covered by armour, just the soft parts; it’s a lot. When you first saw him, this wall of metal, you never thought you’d see any further than that. Kriff, you never even thought he’d get closer to your hut than he was when you had your blaster pointed at him. 

Maybe that would have been best. Because if he’d just left, if there was another way for him to get the help he needed, you wouldn’t be thinking about him the way you are right now. 

The softness of the crook of his elbow, the curve of his waist and hip. The warmth of his skin that you have yet to see an inch of. All of the weapons strapped to him, so close to you, close enough that if it were anyone else, you’d be scared. 

But it’s Mando. 

This might be the least scared you’ve been in a lifetime. 

He cracks the ice pack to activate it, then kneels down in front of you. Reaching out to grab a smaller log, he places it under your ankle, elevates your leg slightly. Then his gloved fingers tug at the hem of your trousers. “Can I?” He asks. 

Kriff. You nod, unable to form words. 

The rough-yet-smoothness of the gloves is all you feel at first, brushing delicately against your skin as he lifts your trousers, then unlaces your boots, gently pulling them off, followed by your socks. Your ankle is more swollen than it had been this morning, but you’d expected that. 

And, besides, that is not what you’re thinking about right now. 

Instead your mind can only focus on the softness of his hold under your foot, the gentle way he places the ice pack on top of it. The heat of his hand starts to come through. You wish it was his bare skin. Wish you knew what his skin is like. Is it calloused, or soft from always protecting them? Does he have scars? Is the hair on his arms dark, light, a thin covering or thicker, perfect to run your fingers through—

His hands are gone before you realise it. It takes your glitching mind a second to catch up.

You chase him with your eyes, silently wishing for him to come back. 

But then. 

Then. 

As he turns away, he reaches for the flask in his satchel. You watch his hands lift to his helmet, take a gentle hold of the base of it. At first you panic, thinking he’s about to remove his helmet, no you don’t have to do that it’s okay—

But he just lifts it the tiniest bit, such a small movement that you only know it has been lifted because he puts the rim of his flask to his lips and takes a sip. 

You can’t see his skin, not a hint of it. But you can hear him drinking, hear the water against his lips, the gentle gulps as he swallows. 

And the way it entrances you, takes you away from the forest and the pain of your ankle and the fact that this is so not appropriate for you to be thinking—yeah, it’s probably for the best that he can’t ever show his face to you.

You look away before he even lowers the helmet again. 

-

Maybe the worst part about all this is that you’re starting to dread Mando and the kid leaving. 

That’s not how this was supposed to go, not how any of this was supposed to play out. You helped him because it was the right thing to do, because it’s exactly what They would tell you not to do, because your life has been the same every single fucking day since you got here. 

But that’s been fine. It’s been safe. 

“Pass me that wrench?” Mando asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

You pass him it, noting the tilt of his helmet in a wordless ‘thanks’ before he turns back to his job. He’s up on a ladder, leaning against the ship’s exterior wall with one of the panels fully off, fixing something to do with the foundation for the body. 

His ship is bigger than you’d expected. He tells you that it’s bigger than his old ship, the Razor Crest, but only by a little. “It’s a similar shape,” he’d said, “but it has two bunks and more space. For the kid.” He has a star fighter too, apparently, docked at some other base off-world with a friend of his. It’s funny to imagine him with friends, though you’re not sure why. Especially because, since getting to know him the last few days, you know how generous he is. How kind, helpful. Gentle, despite everything. 

Why wouldn’t he have friends?

Beneath him, you sit on a crate and lean against the ship, waiting for him to give you more instructions. The engine has been mostly fixed now, as much as it’s ever going to be out here in the middle of nowhere using scrounged-up parts. He’s just getting the last of the body work done, enough to make sure it’s aerodynamically sound. 

It’s interesting, watching him work. You ask a lot of questions, and every time you do, you expect a frustrated sigh or an exasperated response. But he answers every question thoroughly, and it doesn’t even distract him from his work. 

The sun is warm against your face. The afternoon of Mando’s fifth day on this planet is drawing to a close, fading into the evening. As the sky turns to duller shades of blue, tinted with oranges and pinks, you can’t help but admire the way he looks beneath the light. His armour is always the same, always so distinctive, yet it reflects different lights in different ways. Sometimes it makes the beskar appear darker, like a gun metal grey. Other times it’s a bright silver. Then there are times like this, when it goes with the colour of the sky, reflects the beauty of everything surrounding him. 

You think back to the light in the cave, how that looked different still. The urge to see the Galaxy comes over you again, though this time it’s not staring at his ship and dreaming about taking off in it that does it; this time, it’s wondering what he looks like in even more places, more environments. Does the metal get hot in the sunshine? Or is it always as cool as it’s been when you’ve had the chance to feel it before? 

The kid is sitting on the ground in front of you. There’s a beetle scuttling around in the mud, and Grogu is toying with it, blocking it off when it runs one way, then doing the same when it runs the other. You wonder if he’s going to eat it, or if he’s just having fun by being cruel to the little six-legged creature. 

“Don’t play with your food,” Mando says to him, answering your silent question. 

Grogu looks up at him. His ears turn downwards, sulking. Mando ignores his obvious pleas to change his mind, turning back to his work. When Grogu looks back at the beetle, he only just catches it before it runs off, and instead of toying with it anymore, he just shoves it in his mouth with a loud crunch. 

You find yourself smiling at him. He smiles back, ears lifting again. 

“Alright,” Mando starts to step down from the ladder. You reach out and hold one of the ladder’s legs, knowing he probably doesn’t need you to, but still not wanting to risk it. Ladders make you nervous. “Think that’s the best we’re going to get.” 

You look up to the ship. He’s fixed the panel back on again. Now all that remains is the burnt metal from his “interesting landing”, with some bends in it, exposing little sections of the framework beneath. It’s definitely a patchwork job. But it looks better than it did when you got here this morning. So.

“How’s your leg?” He asks as he folds up the ladder. 

“Good,” you answer. It’s stretched out in front of you, propped on another crate. “Ship looks good.” 

With a resigned sigh, he puts his hand on his hips, and tilts his helmet to look up at his handiwork. “No, she doesn’t. But she’ll do.” Then he looks back to you, “I couldn’t have fixed it without your help. Thank you.” 

You shift under his gaze, unable to help it. Every time he looks at you it feels like his eyes can see right through you, and the part that makes you uncomfortable is that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Self-conscious and disgustingly aware of your own inappropriate, lustful thoughts? Yes. Uncomfortable? No. You don’t think it ever could. 

“Of course,” you say eventually. “And, hey, I’ve got a scar to remember our little adventure by, huh?” 

He laughs softly. You see the shake of his chest as the chuckle comes through his modulator. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” 

“Hm, no. But there’s no gift shop around here. So.” 

He shakes his head, and you imagine, hope, that he’s smiling under all that beskar. He certainly looks casual, a hand on one hip, one leg relaxed while his weight rests on the other. 

“Do you always stare so much?” You find yourself asking with a teasing, daring quirk of your brow. 

“Yes.”

“At everyone, or just me?”

He pauses. Your heart rate spikes briefly as you wait for his response to your terrible excuse for flirting. “At everyone,” he answers eventually, and disappointment starts to set in before he says, “But it’s harder to look away from you.” 

Oh. 

The disappointment quickly shifts to nervousness, heart beating fast again as you clench your hands in your lap. He just stands there, staring despite the awkward and loaded silence between you, and stares. As if he’s making his point by offering an example. 

You look away. Suddenly, your cheeks are hot. “You hungry?” You find yourself asking. 

He pauses again, then nods. “Yes.” 

“I’ll make us some dinner. You just come back to the hut whenever you’re ready.” It’s only as you stand to hobble back home that you realise he might not want that. You swivel back around to face him, backtrack, “I mean, unless you want to eat out here. Your ship’s fixed now, I guess you can—you can stay in that? You don’t have to come back with me. I’ll be okay.” 

Again, getting more and more infuriating with each silence he lets stretch out, he just stares. Kriffing hells, does he ever stop!? 

“Would you let me cook for you?” He asks, finally.

You weren’t expecting that. 

Shifting weight to your good leg, you raise your eyebrows. “You want to cook me dinner?” 

He nods once. “Yes. To thank you for all your help. And as a farewell.” 

You’ve been trying your hardest not to think about that part. It sits in your stomach, cold and dreadful and confusing, too far down for you to swallow it. “Alright,” you agree with a soft smile. “I can’t promise I’ve got any decent ingredients, though. You might have to perform a miracle.” 

“I’m up to the challenge,” he says, hooking his thumb over the belt around his hips. You’re distracted by it, finding your eyes sliding down to his middle before you catch yourself and look back up. The tilt of his helmet suggests he might have seen your gaze shift. “I’ll walk back with you. Just give me a minute.” 

You can’t find a reason to refuse. 

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[szagaloree]

Eywa’s gift from Hell pt.1

Quaritch shorty story…

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“Listen up! You’ll be less and directed by one of our top best Air Force Sargent will be in charge of you, and if I were you, do as you are told, I will not promises you won’t walk away with a broken bone, understood?!” The women, Quaritch and the others stood in attention, “yes ma’am!” They spoke, “she’s here, alright let’s go,” she said their eyes go wide “she?” One said, once they go outside to the open are by the scorpions they can hear a screech from above them. She lands on her ikran, their eyes go wide in shock, she disconnects her que glaring at the people mostly the man in front she knows deeply.

“Fresh meat, I told you i didn’t want to trigger happy people behind me,” she says to parks, “well it’s your lucky day,” she smirks, I stood in front of them “at ease” she commands they went into at ease, she walks in front of them observing them, their new body, noticing they are like a regular avatar, five fingers, she grabs one of their tails, “I wonder what the devil has in stored for you hm,” she smirked with a deep chuckle, she walks in front of them “my name chief nyema lorks, cheif Sargent of the Air Force, you’re under my roof, you’re in my territory now, when you get out into this forest, you are not to antagonize nor shoot anything unless I say got it,” She said glaring at them, “yes ma’am” even though they wanted to testify, she stared right at Quaritch, “hmph… let’s see what you all are about when it comes down to being a real human being-oh! Well avatar now, you don’t even deserve to be called na’vi, acted like a bunch of savages the first time y’all stepped foot on this planet,” I said, Quaritch coughed up a hiss with an eye roll “oh don’t like that cadet? Something’s poking at your soulless heart? This is your problem not mine.. attention! Settle out to your resting station be ready for the devil’s work ladies,” I dismiss them.

“Ohhh they are not going to like you,” park said.

“Good I don’t want them too, im going to make their lives a living hell,” nyema says “especially Quaritch, he may not have gotten all his memories back but I’ll make sure his amnesia goes away quick and a hurry,” she snarls. Meanwhile in the resting station, “she’s one of them!” One hissed throwing his bag, “gotta be, she’s got a ikran thing,” another said, “and they allow that,” he said angrily, “shut up Richard!” Quaritch rolls his eyes.

The next morning they awoken and gotten ready for whatever she had for them, she walks out looking at them, she stares right at the guns, she rolls her eyes “you will not be using your guns, hoister them,” she said they grumbled in annoyance, “cry like a baby all ya want, you should know how to survive without a gun anyways, oh I forgot they don’t teach you how to be a real fighter in basic training,” she said, she was not going to make it easy for them, she’s going to make them learn a lesson one way or another, “same place?” The pilot asks, she nods “I’ll meet you there,” nyema said, she called her ikran and mounted it, she flies away as the others board the scorpion.

Once they landed nyema landed as well, they stared at the ikran “do not look in her eye,” she said they look away, She grabs her bow and arrow “oh so… you are one of them,” one said “what if I was? What are you going to do about it cadet Richard!” She walks up to his face with a sharp glare, he stood silent, “your little potty mouth is what gonna get ya killed again, I am not the one to be fucked with, I’ll kill all y’all asses and you will not come back this time!” She hissed, “oh rea-" before he could finish that word a knife was already to his throat, “go on! Finish that sentence cadet!” She threatens he gulps, the others just kept quiet not wanting to say a word, she pulled away but left a little cut under his chin. “Let’s go!” She said. After a while of traveling through the forest the prolemuris swing by scaring the hell out of them leaving two of them aiming their guns at them “hey! Hoister your weapons,” nyema shouted at them, “they’re not even damn aggressive, gosh y’all shoot everything that you’re scared of,” she shakes her head, one of the prolemuris jumps and lands on her shoulder just casually chilling they were shocked and kept staring at the prolemuris, it was young a juvenile.

It stared back at them with curiosity but sensed their mean energy so he hissed at mainly Quaritch, “alright get before you scare the rest of them,” she chuckled helping the prolemuris onto the tree, it swings away and nyema continues forward, “the first has healed, finally,” she says “what do you mean by that?” Quaritch questions, “it means eywa has healed the forest from your bullshit!” She snapped.

To be continued….

[beea-idiot56]

Let Me Know, I need to make a decision.

Some of you may be confused if you do not personally know me/follow me on Discord, but I've been seriously obsessed with Minecraft Diaries recently. yes. the series was made 8 years ago by a creator who has now been making childish to the point of cringe videos on youtube. The series ranged on for 237 episodes and has 3 series, was discontinued, and then remade(which I don't know but I don't believe it was ever finished). specifically, I've been obsessed with Garroth. GARROTH..... I mean why does my heart hate me so? why must I be obsessed with him if all characters, it's really bad.

So in my fanfiction writer abilities, I've been thinking of/daydreaming/conjuring up a plotline for a possible Garroth x reader. I wanted to know if this was anything even SLIGHTLY exciting and if it was I was planning on maybe writing out a few chapters, and then going from there. I am well aware that this post, nor any chapters I may or may not post, would get any cred. but to the people who may see this, let me know! I'm super curious and if it piqued anyone's interest then I'll explore the possibility of putting Perfect Hit on hold for a little while to divulge my hyperfiction.

well, here we go, some little snippet weird prologue summary thing I've conjured up

First things first, Aphmau IS alive and well in this series, heck shes even the lord! however, at some point on one of her journeys, she returned with someone who looked a little down on their luck. they didn't respond to anyone and seemed to stick to aphmau like glue.

"Oh dont mind them!" aphmau would excuse anyone who questioned them. however one day Garroth let his concerns get the better of him "Lady Aphmau, I mean not to pry more than my position allows me, but I worry for your safety. Who is this person?" he would ask, and the person would look at aphmau with wide eyes that were full of fear. she would sigh and hesitate before speaking.

"Im sorry, Garroth. i cant tell you before they are willing to let me, ut rest assured they wont hurt me." aphmau would say. silence would pass between the three for a few moments before the person sighed, they opened their mouth, shut it, then opened it again and this time words followed.

"Im Y/N." they started, their voice cracking a little since it wasn't used to being worked, "I come from a village far off south, I was a guard for a long time, but the lord became corrupt and would turn against the villagers if they didn't look at him the right way. so when aphmau came by, i had tried my best to deter her from entering the village, visitors were not particularly welcome, especially lords." Y/N had begun, the words flowing out of their mouth in a tidal way of sudden information. "She had refused to listen to my pleas and came in any ways, stating that she needed to talk to the Lord for some sort of potion. In reality, she was looking for the past lord who had been killed. not under my watch, but rather the lead guard at the time, who was then executed as it was found he had been the one conspiring against the lord. that was when the lords son rose to power and appointed me to be the head guard." y/n sighed, rubbed their arm, and then continued, "Well aphmau came in and found the village in complete disarray. so she decided to help with her utmost kindness. I was thankful to her and began to talk to her more as she stayed the night in my village. I found out she was a lord and immediately wanted to follow to her village. so she helped me escape."

"How did you escape?" garroth had asked, being curious considering he himself had gone under something similar. "Well, it wasn't particularly hard. i simply told my lord I wanted to leave, for a long time it was a back and forth between her and him as they argued for who would take me. Eventually, it came to the point I decided to simply leave, so I asked aphmau to take me in a golden lasso and go home."

"Before you say anything garroth, it took a long time to convince me, it felt wrong to take away the head guard of the town, but y/n assured me that the apprentice guard that was training under them would help." aphmau spoke, smiling as she reminisced in the old adrenaline that followed their daring escape.

"so why don't you reside bear the title of guard now?" garroth asked, curious as to why he hadn't been training this person as a guard if they were previously a head leader.

"oh that's easy!" aphmau spoke, smiling, "because they don't want to be!" with the words released in the air everyone paused for a moment, but aphmau quickly started speaking again. "they made a deal with me actually, they did not want to be a guard that was out in the open about it, but rather a personal guard of mine that would be there in disguise. they would carry weapons but conceal them. we both agreed it would be easier on future trips and in general, it would provide more protection if Y/n was under the premise of being seen as a mute follower!" aphmau smiled.

garroth had nodded, then reached across to hold his hand to y/n, "well then Y/n. welcome to the guardship of Pheonix drop, you are officially aphmaus secret bodyguard."

from there the two had a blossoming relationship. y/n had continued to be silent, but would show up more to guard meetings and had stated to talk a little more to the other ones. laurence, dante, garroth, and aphmau were the only ones who knew of this arrangement and they kept it well in secret.

however, one-day aphmau asked to go on a trip by herself, she had wanted to go to bright port, it was only to be a four-day trip to check up on the people of the town and visit the wolf tribe. so y/n had stayed back, and suddenly they found themself bored.

What were they supposed to do when no one was around? looking around aphmaus property they sighed, before looking up to the guard tower, ah, that's right. they could go up there. they smiled thinking about it, deciding they would bring some paper and a quill and draw the scene that lay at the top of the tower.

so they went, grabbing the materials needed and climbing the large staircase, they hadn't expected anyone to be there. since it was mid-day many people were either eating lunch or hanging out in the plaza, so most guards would most likely be in patrol or joining their families in lunch. however, when they climbed to the top, they found garroth sitting on the side and looking out into the ocean.

"oh, hello there Y/n" garroth spoke, his voice grim and his face downcast. he had obviously been shuffling around in an attempt to put on his helm when he heard the trap door open. "hello there, garroth. i apologize for intruding. ill be ff" they spoke, a little disappointed they would have to go somewhere else, the tower produced the best scenery. "no need, you may sit with me if you'd like, you seem to need the company" garroth spoke, leading y/ns gaze with a wave of his hand towards the chair next to him. y/n nodded and sat down, taking out their quill and beginning to do a light sketch of what lay before them. making sure to include the wide arrangement of objects that were seen on the horizon.

"do you often come here to draw?" garroth asked, which earned a shrug in return. garroth looked at them before a small chuckle erupted from his lips. "I feel as though we are not a good match when it comes to socialization." garroth spoke out loud, his voice seeming more upbeat. rather than grim as it was before. "it is because neither of us seeks out a conversation unless sit is of importance. we are simply comfortable with the silence of the world or the conversation being held by someone else." y/n stated, having noticed this very thing on other occasions. it was not often the two were alone. however, when they were it was always an awkward silence. Neither of them were outgoing, and neither of them were willing to break their old habits of being quiet to cure the silence.

"well, should we try?" garroth asked, "to communicate better" he spoke, clearing the air of questionatore. "We both work together so I feel as though it would be worth it. additionally, you seem lonely"

"sure..."

(also this story would probably be in season 1, but not in war and before they enter the dimension with rene and shz)

so let me know, honestly, i think I could write a really cute fluff heavy story :D