#you dont even know me and youre already flirting?????? get outta here

[irrigos]

yknow i was, for a while, really not into almost any of the characters in motr. i mean, i ended up liking almost all of them, because theyre interesting and well-written, but none of them are like. characters i would want to ROMANCE, yknow? none of them are my type

anyway turns out there IS one character in the game thats my type, and its Barqujin. i love her so much. wife city. what a dream.

every time i play a dating sim i forget the fact that im only interested in characters who hate me. dont look into that 😭

[sea-of-dust]

With a devious plot to flirt with your boyfriend in hand you didn't expect him to react the way he did...

N: don't tell the nurse I'm out again 😡 event link here

Warnings: bit suggestive, no rizz pick up lines/j

"How fast do you think they'll be on the steambird" "with how Charlotte is? Give her a few days" "I bet an hour" Lynette casually sips her tea while Freminet wipes his helmet. You've been waiting for Valintines day to roll around, gifts already made for him, wrapped to the best of your ability. It's been a while since he's seen you after you've went to inazuma, knowing him he's probably crying to Lynette about it, a thought crossed your mind to be uncharacteristically flirtatious with him, imagining him mutter and blush wildly couldn't help but get a small smirk outta you, arriving at the doc, you walk through fontaine knowing you'll be eventually stopped by a certain magican

"MA CHÉRIE" was what read the card that just so happened to magically float next to you. "You've learned another way of greeting me" Noticing the arms squeezing around your waist, lyney squishing his face into your shoulder. "I've missed you too my love" "I missed you more" you giggle at his reaction patting his head "I've brought sweets, but i dont know if they'll be as sweet as you but I'm sure you'll like them" he hugs you tighter felling his chest move as if he were giggling. "I'll gladly try them" finally lifting his face to look at yourse, cheeks brushed with blush with a sly smile streaked across his face. "I'm sure I'll enjoy them" Uncharacteristically, he holds your hand while walking with you, he usually kisses you then holds your hand, so you do it for him *chu* taking the lead you walk with him his hand in yours with a flustered magician following behind

"How have you been, ma chérie?" "Great I have pictures, trinkets, and mostly snacks that I thought Lynette would love with tea" "you're quite considerate" "Why shouldn't I be they're my inlaws after all" managing to fluster him more he turns his face away from you "why, were not even married" holding your hands, and tapping his shoe into the ground, too bashful to even look in the eyes. "Hm" you pull gently at his hands "would you like to be" he pulled back suddenly, widened eyes while almost being fully red in the face. "Your eyes are wavering my love" "don't notice that" "it's cute!" "Ughhh" hiding his face into your chest you pat his head. "There there" he seems to giggle lightly

Giving Lynette and Ferminet the sweets and showing them the trinkets you got, Lynette couldn't help but notice her brothers flustered face. "Called it" mumbling under her breath she looks to Freminet, understanding her near instantly he backed away getting out of his chair. "Me and Lynette have gifts for you aswell I'll go find them" Lynette stands following him, calm eyes meeting the flustered magicans, a smirk underneath his hand. "I have something for you aswell follow me" taking your hand, he leads you to his room

Closing the door behind him, he takes the hat off putting it on your head. "You know exactly what to say to fluster someone" he kisses your cheek, letting you sit on his bed. "I'm embarrassed to know I can get flustered like that" he continues on kissing almost randomly along your face. "I'll get you for that" gripping your hands, he leans into your ear "Times a million"

[samorasringdust]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞®️

🌚..ErenJaeger<3

In which you and your best friend, eren jaeger, decide it’s time to get back into the swing of things ;).

CONTENT WARNING: usual smut, cheating, punishment, oral , fingering (f receiving) dirty talk, phone call involved blah blah blah sex :D !!!

Y/N IS BLACK!!

“yo.”

a ding pops up on your phone while you make a bowl a cereal. it’s about 6pm so it’s starting to get late, still not completely dark. you pick up your phone while munching on your bowl of cereal to read the message.

oh, it’s eren

“wsp” you reply , not too hype or nun

“wydd.?” he asks

“nun just munching on some cereal” you go sit on your couch and turn on a youtube video to watch in the mean time. you and eren been friends for awhile so he prolly just boutta come by and chill.

“oh ard, i’m boutta slide.” yeah you already assumed he was on his way, nigga be wanting to chill here literally every day.

you just like the message because he already knows you don’t care about him coming over.

at almost the same time your boyfriend texts you.

“wyd bae?” he sends

“nun just boutta chill n smoke with ren, wbu” you reply

you kinda regret sending that because you already know what he boutta say . should’ve just said “nun”, but at the same time you didn’t wanna lie

“y/n you know ion like you hanging out with him..”

“we’ve been friends for so long now i dont see what’s the problem..” you respond with the same tone he did

“i’m not comfortable with you hanging out with other niggas..i didn’t think you was a whore y/n”

the fuck ? now you a whore?? all you doing is hanging out with your friend fuck outta here.

“nigga huh ? i’m a whore for hanging out with my best friend of 3 years? fuck up” you say and put your phone on d&d. that just pissed you clean off, who tf do he think he is ?

“y/n im just saying only whores have boy best friends and i don’t want my girlfriend being a whore”

ignore

“y/n hello?”

ignore

“fuck outta here go be a slut then”

IG-FUCKING-NORE

your boyfriend never approved of you being friends with eren but you didn’t see nothing wrong with it. you’ve been best friends for 3 years and nothing never happened between y’all, well except that time at armins house…

“oh- fuck ren oh my godd” you said while gripping the sheets

“yeah take that shit y/n mhmm” ren said while grabbing a fistful of your hair

okay and it might have been that time at ymir’s…

“eren i’m cum- cumming oh fuck i’m cumminggg”

“yeah gimme all that shit ma, lemme taste you”

OKAYY AND IT MAY HAVE BEEN THAT TIME IN THE VICTORIA’s SECRET DRESSING ROOM….

“fuckkk baby you gon make me cum again”

“that’s the point jackass”

but those times were all before you and your boyfriend was together, which is why they dont matter, at least to you. as long as your not actively flirting with him or fucking him you dont see the problem. now dont get me wrong, you see the problem with being friends with someone youve fucked while your in a relationship but, your boyfriend fucked his girl bestfriend, while you were together, so you do as you please.

“outside” 

you get giddy as you see erens text, you loved seeing him. aside all of the sexual stuff you two actually had a wonderful friendship. you felt safe with him,you loved him you cared for him ,and he did the same with you. 

“hi ren” you say as you give him a really big hug. his hands squeezed you tightly, you missed him, and he missed you even more. his musky vanilla cologne filled your nose and you loved it. 

“hey baby, i missed you” you felt so happy, he really was your soulmate.

“guess what i got” he says walking towards your room like he lives here himself. your LED lights are on red and you have your PARTYNEXTDOOR playlist going.

“weed im fucking hoping, i need to smoke” you walk with him while letting out a sigh 

“oh shit what happened” he kicks his slides off and takes his shirt off, so now hes just in his whitebeater and sweats. he pulled out your grinder and rolling tray from your side table. this nigga really knew the whole layout of your crib.

“(bf name) getting on my nerves” you said taking your shirt off so that your just in your bra and shorts. eren was never uncomfortable seeing you like this,quite the opposite actually.

“what his bitch ass do this time” hes now pearling the three L’s he rolled, and yall were gonna smoke all three.

“rennn dont call him that, he still my boyfriend” you say punching his arm, he smiles and rolls his eyes.

“but you know he be on bullshit when i talk about you coming over,he then said i was a whore n slut n allat,ion care though” you said twiddling your fingers, “he just pissed me off, im cool though” you said for reassurance.

“a whore? a slut? i will definitely beat him the fuck up tellem stop playing with me y/n”

“you cant beat my boyfriend up ren” you say laughing so hard, you know eren would definitley win too

“why cant i? aint he the same one that cheated?, fuck him” he said lighting the L. his long fingers looked so good holding it, he had a beanie on too, covering his chocolate tresses. 

“because you cant,like i said thats still my nigga” you say lowly, embarrassed of the fact he cheated on you and you stayed with him. you felt dumb but you were in love, dumbly in love.

eren mumbled lowly to himself “bet ima just beat that pussy up, gotta get back at him somehow”

“whatchu say?” you said to him, you heard what he said surprisingly. and it made you tingly.

you and your boyfriend been together for 6 months, the last time you and eren did something was 8 months ago, so for him to be talking about you like this made you warm inside. after you got a boyfriend he stopped all that sexual shit. because you asked him to tho, he don’t care about girls having boyfriends, he’d still fuck them dumb anyday.

he ain’t completely stop tho, it’s eren of all people, shit just in his nature to be sexual.

giving you cheek and forehead kisses,calling you baby , holding your hand, rubbing on your body, cuddling you, allat.

“oh ian say nun” he said smiling hard asshit. he passed the L to you and you mumbled a “whatever” while laughing, he need to chill.

it was about an hour or two later and after smoking those three L’s ren rolled 3 more. you were fried out of your fucking mind. both of you were giggling and laughing about some shit. you was sitting at the bottom of your bed while ren was against your headboard.

“erennnn shut up you so dumb” you say laughing and smiling.

“ian never been dumb baby you know that” he said looking at you. his eyes was so low and red, but still managed to light up and shine when he looked at you. he loved you so much he couldn’t imagine not being friends. you were so easy to talk to so quick to understand him, he loved how kind you were, how you were sweet but aggressive, how you always wanted the best for him. he loved you.

and those moments you two did have, where you allowed him access to your body he loved even more. they were short lived but he loved em. he won’t say he don’t miss em either because he do. he would do anything to take you away from that shitty ass boyfriend of yours and show you somebody who can treat you right.

he know ya boyfriend never fucked you like he did. never had you creaming all over his dick, never made you squirt, never made you cry from it, he know he the only one that can ever make you feel allat, and he loved being the only one.

“you are dumb, a big headed dumb dumb” you say to him goofily.

“stop playing with me for i fuck you up” he say to you seriously. he will drag you right here right now

“what’s up then ? you think i’m scared of you white boy?” you say to him. you both got up off the bed and put your hands up.

you swung first but he just dodged it and grabbed your arm, so you swung again with your other but he just dodged that too. he then put his hand around your throat and pushed you back on the bed.

you hit the bed with a “hmmph” sound, surprised.

the feeling of his hands around your neck made you tingly, really tingly. he was squeezing so tight too, just how you like it.

“ain’t i tell you to stop playing with me ? what ? you wanted me to grip you up like this?” you couldn’t answer him because he’s literally cutting off your air way.

he let go of your wrist and started to caress all over your body. your exposed stomach and legs felt all of him. you started to squirm.

“i ain’t touch you like this in so long, i fucking miss it” he says still rubbing on you.

you should stop him , you feel where this is going but you cant help but let it happen, it feels good, he feels good. using his thumb from his hand around your neck he caressed your lips. back and forth back and forth. looking at them with sin.

“you miss it?” he asked selfishly, he looked in your eyes waiting for you to answer. he felt you squirming under him which already gave him his answer but he still wanted to hear you say it.

you nodded your head yes, quickly.

“ you missed me fucking you ? making you squeal and squirt all over this dick?” you nodded again. if you were pale it would’ve been so obvious that you were blushing right now.

he smirks at your response,”i know you do baby”

“kiss me” he let go of your throat allowing you to sit up. this all happened so fast, one minute you were playing next minute he got you leaking through your panties.

you gave him a peck kiss at first, loving the feeling of his soft lips against yours once again.

then you went deeper, with tongue and touch. you pulled off his beanie and gripped at his hair while he rubbed all over your stomach.

“you hurt my feelings yunno ? when you stop fucking with me for him?” he said while pulling off your shorts. your bottom half was hanging off the bed while he sat inbetween your legs.

“ you let somebody else fuck you, that shit hurt y/n” he pulled your panties off next , pushing your legs open for him to see. you were shuddering under his touch, breathing so hard, already sweating. oh my god you love this man.

“i’m s-sorry” you hiccuped out, this feeling was all too much.

he started rubbing small circles on your clit that made you arch your back. it felt so fucking good to be touched by him again, so so good.

“i love you y/n, but you hurt my feelings, so you gotta be punished okay baby?” he said putting a finger in side your wet folds. “o-okay ren” you responded shakily.

your pussy was sucking him in so good. you were so wet, dripping around his finger as he fucked into you hard and fast. all you could do was moan in return

“ m’ so sorry r-ren” “ i love you ren”

you said trying to get him to relax on the assault he’s doing to your pussy, but all he does is insert another finger. “oh my fucking god your soaking” he grunts. his dick is getting harder than ever, he never thought he would be able to see this pretty pussy again.

“you sorry baby?” he cooed to you, now lapping up your pussy with his warm mouth, making you feel even hotter.

“yes yes! m’ so sorry r-en i won’t do it again i promise!” you scream out. he’s fucking your pussy so hard and fast you can feel your body about to snap.

“you promise baby?” he says licking and suckling on your clit, using his other hand to reach other your bra and grab all over your fat titties.

“oh godd- yes! yes i promiseee” you scream out. you’re getting so close, so so so close it’s gonna snap!

“call him” eren grunts to you “call him and say you done with em” he said slowing his pace. he was gonna get you by any means necessary.

“b-but ren i-“ he now stopped completely. “wait why you stop? make me cum eren please” you beg him. you were so close.

he grabbed your face,”baby you gon call him, tell him you done, and that you mine now, kay? okay.” this was a order, not a question.

you mumbled a kay and reached for your phone, calling your soon to be ex-boyfriend.

eren went back to finger fucking you and eating you out like the last supper. you started to feel your stomach churn and feel your release building back up. you want eren so bad you don’t care if it means leaving your boyfriend. he cheated anyway fuck him.

“hello?” you hear from the other line

“h-hey” you say shakily, trying to control your voice

“came crawling back ? hey what’s going on in the background?” your boyfriend asks.

he hears your heavy breathing and slurping noises, his stomach drops.

“rens fucking me, i- oh fuck, i called to say i’m breaking up with y-you! oh fuck yes eren right there!”

“you fucking bitch” he spat at you over the phone

“f-fuck you oh my god”

you dropped the phone not even bothering to hang up as you ride out your orgasm on erens tongue

“ren im gonna cum!” you say grabbing his hair so hard pushing him into your swollen pussy

“cum baby , show me your mine” he said devouring you from the inside out

“ohhh fuckkkk ren i love you so muchhh”

you said as you squirted all over his face, and he lapped up every single drop.

“that’s it baby yeah justtt like that” you loved when he talked you through your orgasms, you loved him.

eren heard your boyfriend screaming explicatives all over the other line but he just hung up. he finally felt proud that he just got his #1 girl back.

[dabisbratz]

hai :3

ur the resident pretty boy of your school, well known among most of the student body for your charm and cute looks.

youve caught the attention of quite a few boys, but especially dabi.

your friends notice the glances and sideway smirks hes always giving you in class, n warn you to stay away from him cause he's “bad news”, always gettin into trouble with the teachers and hanging in detention with his friends.

but i mean, they have to be exaggerating, right?

by coincidence (if by coincidence you mean he was totally stalking you to find the best time to “accidentally” run into you when you weren't hanging with your pesky friends) you run into him as you walk down the empty hallway and give him a friendly smile, and from there it's history.

he’s always gotten so riled up seeing you being so friendly to all the other students, but being on the receiving end of that smile was a completely different experience entirely.

after that encounter, he starts sticking closer to you much to your friends dismay, but you can't understand why? he’s pretty sweet! always holding the door open for you, helping you carry your books to class, sharing things from his plate at lunch.

i mean, maybe he was a little touchy at times always wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you closer whenever you two walked through the hall together.. always glaring daggers at whatever boy tried to talk to you.. never leaving you alone without him.. and maybe he was a bit too much of a tease with the little pet names he called you like “dollface” and “babe”.. but it was all just gentleman behavior right?

well best believe you got your answer later that week after he invited you over to his place to “study”. his niceguy routine had totally fallen apart after he saw some random ass guy trying to flirt with you. he was gone like one second and already people was tryin to get in ur pants. he already had a hard time keepin his composure as he watched those nobodies try and talk to you when he was clearly the only one meant for you.

but that certainly took the cake.

you were so confused at first when he had you pinned against his living room floor, marking every square inch of you up; it was already so different from the nice sweet dabi you had come to know.

he had you bent in every position as his cock drilled into you at a brutal pace, clammy hands gripping the sheets as you tried to steady yourself.

but truth be told, dabi had been patiently waiting for this day. to fuck you like you were meant to be fucked and show you and every one else how no other guy could come close to filling your needy little hole like he could. it was intoxicating as he listened to you moan his name in a voice that was reserved for his ears only; a sound he wish he could bottle up and get drunk on for forever. you didn't need those other stupid guys or those stupid friends.

all you really need is him baby<3

bruh ion even watch mha how your work got me over here obsessing over this guy i don't even know😭

okay bye🏃🏾

THIS IS SOOO…EEEHEHEHEHE JUS JUS JUS dabi who’s only soft for you!!!! gives everyone else snarls n mean glares but softens his gaze whenever you’re looking at him….. says stuff like “yknow you’re my best boy, right?” outta the blue n completely catches you off gaurdughhhh makes you repeat it until it’s all you can say— you’re his, only his. in love with the thought of dabi seemin kinda awkward n maybe even standoffish in public— super sweet n endearing— but behind closed doors he’s mean n sadistic… for your own good!! N THE FACT THAT YOU DONT EVEN WATCH MHA BUT I GOT YOU INTERESTED IN HIM???? EEEEE!!!!! IM HONOREDDDD

[forestgremlinnn]

Hihi! I had a question (OFC IF YA DONT MINNDD) about Heizou, Wanderer, and Kazuha (separate) x Flirty! Clumsy! Reader? (Or just heizou if you DONT feel comfortable writing 2 more characters!!)

(Like for.. example idk😭, Reader could be SO confident being teasing and flirting with them until BAM they shoulder the wall really hard! But gets up really quick (to try and save themselves from that EMBARRASSING moment..) and get back to being all flirty as if they didn’t just make a fool outta themselves!)

Also have a lovely December and a Wonderful year!!

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Second hand embarrassment...

╎⌗ contents : trying to flirt with them but end up doing something embarrassing

#—☆ HIIII sorry for replying so late I don't come to Tumblr as often anymore -- I have no idea when my last post was 💩💅 (and thank you for this request it's rlly funny to imagine it)

╰─➤ kazuha x gn!reader ,, wanderer x gn!reader ,, heizou x gn!reader ,, reader being an idiot ,, the men making fun of you ,, second hand embarrassment?

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| • Wanderer

It was another normal day in sumeru,nothing out of the ordinary

Well you decided it was too boring

So what did you do?you went to annoy your pretty pretty boyfriend

How were you going to do that?well obviously you were going to tease him.

You found him with nahide in the sanctuary of surasthana

You waited for nahide to leave,and then you stepped in

He was happy to see you,even though he'd never admit it

"are you here just to tease me and make fun of me?

"of course not,I just wanted to see my lovely boyfriend! Is that so weird?"

Yeah he doesn't believe you

So you keep on teasing him,walking around the sanctuary

That is until you manage to trip over nothing.

Of course you try to get up as quickly as possible to not embarrass yourself more than you already have

Yeahhh....he's laughing at you

Will not let this go

Will use it against you (he's a little shit but he loves you)

| • Kazuha

Kazuha had just recently left to get some fresh air

You decided to tag along because why not?

On the way you randomly got this urge to tease him

So you did

Sneaking an arm around his surprisingly small waist,you began

He had a small blush on his face,and occasionally chuckled at your antics

(I love him

Precious baby

I need a kazuha in my life)

You threw some compliments in too,which he responded with his own

It was going well until you got hit in the head with a branch and fell down

You got up as quickly as possible and dusted yourself off

You know,to try keeping your act

But this sweet boy came next to you asking if you're okay with a small laugh

Once he's sure you're okay,you're getting a kiss on the forehead

Sweet baby, would recommend,10/10

| • Heizou

Teasing him would lead to nowhere

He WILL tease you back

Let's say you were out somewhere seemingly investigating

You wanted to make things more interesting,so you though of a plan

To tease Heizou

He'll play your little game

He'll play it better than you

But once you fall down and embarrass yourself?it's over

Don't try getting up because he's right in front of your face when you want to

He'll check for injuries,and if there aren't any, he'll tease you

Don't try to talk either because he's shutting you up with a kiss

Don't try to okay these games with him, he'll win.

(side note when did I post this??I HAVE NO MEMORY OF POSTING THIS ESPECIALLY SINCE I DIDN'T WRITE IT COMPLETELY HELP

[lostfracturess]

NICIII i just read new s&c omg it was wonderful 🫶🏼💗 i had to download it off ao3 n read it bc choppy service while abroad (did u know all of s&c is like a 430 pg document 😭😭) but reading it on like a pdf document was lowkey such a vibe lol it felt like i was reading a novel

MY THOUGHTS sorry if this is messy i didn’t proofread lol

pls i feel so awkward every time satoru n reader flirt n talk sex in front of suguru ✋🏼😭 like i just KNOW my beautiful big tiddy goth gf suguru dies a lil om the inside everytime he has to hear them flirt LMFOAOAJDJ pls give him to me i’ll give him all the loving 🤲🏼 i still have to read r&r but everytime i read new s&c i fall more in love w s&c suguru 😭 he’s written soooo well and so canon, i can really picture it

AYOOO LETS GO ENZYME KINEMATICS MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️

pls the scene where she splashes coffee on his face. i died. i kinda want her

the parallel of her unconditional love tearing her apart the same way satoru’s addiction is tearing him apart…and reader’s declining health…the chronic MIGRAINES…HER FATHER THAT DIED FROM COGNITIVE COMPLICATIONS (can’t remember exactly what it was tho…was it glio?)…HER OVERWORKING HERSELF HMMMMMMMMMM i dont like this im so scared for my girl yn’s health rn 😭😭 i was already dreading satoru’s declining liver health striking angst outta now where but now yn’s on my radar too NICI PLS GO EASY ON ME 😭😭

my heart constricted so hard during the scene where her head is in his lap

i’m ngl maki is hella red flag for even suggesting the party knowing that reader was drugged by the guy who hosted it 💀 even if it’s to see naoya’s face smashed in or whatever, i would drop her so fast after that. i literally gasped when yuta was like is this a good idea n she just said “it’ll be fun” lmfao hmmmm maki i got my eye on you too 👁️ YUTA IS GOOD BOY THO I LOVE HIM

PLEASE him talking about the first time they stayed at the lab n he watched her sleeping n he thought it was wrong bc she’s his student but she looked so cute 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 STOPPP i love shit like that gave me hella 🦋🦋

i’m not usually a fan of stories with like love at first sight concepts, or like where the guy says he knew all along sort of thing (i know im probably in SUCH a minority here 😂😂) idk maybe cuz im kind of a cynic n don’t believe in that stuff 💀 BUT IDKKKKKKKK WHEN S&C GOJO SAYS THAT IT HAS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST N LIKE I ACTUALLY BELIEVE HIM 😭 i feel so precious rn

loved the scene where he tried to tell her not to go to the party reader is way more feisty than me bc if hot older professor gojo told me off like that my ass would be SAT 😂😂 im like yes sir i won’t go anywhere 😭😭😭😭😭

i had to skim the smut mostly cuz i read the second half of chapter next to my mom in a taxi LOL but omg i saw a part where he was like “are you attached to these?” and he RIPS HER PANTIES OFF ✋🏼😍 stopp gimme him. also HIM ANSWERING THE PHONE WHILE NUTTING IN READER. JESUS. i need this man to stuff me like a thanksgiving turkey i’m not even joking

aaaa thanks for new chapter nici <33 i’m always so stunned by the way u put thinfs n all thr little metaphors n angst it’s beautifully writtwn n i cant wait for mooreee im so looking forward to reader properly meeting all of satoru’s family likeeeeeee i just know the childhood trauma dumping gonna go hard i am so sat for my meal. much love from meee <33

ahhhh ellie, omg, i'm so so glad you enjoyed the new chapter !! reading your thoughts and reactions always make me smile :''))

first of all, i can't believe s&c is already 430 pages long ??? i had no idea it was that much. but i'm so flattered that you downloaded the whole thing to read while abroad <33

and omg, yesss suguru poor baby, he really does suffer with these two. but he'll get better in his story :'')) & 'm sure he appreciates you volunteering to give him all the love he deserves hehe

& yes, yn's declining health is definitely concerning. all those migraines and her family history ?? it's not looking good. but i promise i'll go easy on her… maybe.

and i'm happy to read that the "love at first sight" trope works for you in this story, even when you're not such a fan of it. idk why but i love this trope. or like i would not call it "love" at first sight but like an undeniable attraction that has not only to do with like physical apperance or so hmmm idk, i'm just weak for that :''))

but ma'am, not the thanksgiving turkey ahahah !! i am deceased ☠️☠️ thank you so much for sharing your reaction ellie, you're the sweetest you know it !! <33

[lalaangeldust]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮��𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[jangofctts]

Are You in Or Out?

Rated: Explicit 

Word count: 11.5K yall I am SORRY

Warnings: good lord y'all here we GO-- smut, explicit language, violence and mentions of blood and gore, injuries, unprotected sex (don't be a dick, wrap that stick!), oral (m&f receiving), blindfolding, vaginal and anal fingering, vaginal and anal sex, double penetration, spit is used as lube but for the love of GOD doNT DO THAT, there are some dom vibes on Paz’s end    

Summary: The job you’re on takes a turn for the worst--Paz comes to your rescue and you're brought to the Covert. There you meet Din Djarin. though during a good natured sparring session, you’re suddenly stuck between an age old rivalry that spirals out of hand. Hopefully an agreement can be met. 

a/n: hey...how y’all doin....SO lemme explain you smthn. I said helmets must be OfF--giv me them LIPS BABEY so this is a slight AU in which mandos can see other mandos’ faces. ya get me? I also tHot that it would be nice and fun to set the timeline 5-6 years BEFORE the plot of the Mandalorian so we gots a younger din here. anyway, as always enjoy and I hope you like!!

Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes—

Some as little as burning your finger on the nozzle of a smoking blaster or tripping over your own shoelaces. Simple things. Mindless things. 

Nothing that could ever compare to the catastrophic decision of picking up bounty hunting as a reliable source of income. 

The little ones were easy—tax evaders and deserters of the Empire—most who’d yield and gladly follow without complaint just at the sight of your blaster pointed between their eyes. And the gag of it is—most of the time you never bothered to load the damn thing. 

Reckless.

An invitation for disaster. 

But skirting that precarious edge, one little slip up away from plunging head first into inevitable trouble is better than Bracca. Stars—anything is better than Bracca. There’s no glory in bounty hunting but there’s even less in ship scrapping. Abysmal pay in exchange for risking your life on rain slicked metal with only the Ibdis Maw to break your fall.  

The guild you work for is considerate—scratch that. Greef Karga is considerate. Sure the flirting is a touch unbearable but it saves your ass in the long run. All easy money bounties set aside for you in exchange for a cheap drink, hollow laughs and sugar sweet smiles. 

It’s enough credits to get by—more than plenty to rent a room and charter a ship. 

But there’s only so many bounties to capture within the limits of the guild and oh so many people the empty blaster trick works on. And so the credits begin to thin; it gets too expensive to buy off a pilot and the debate over buying food or being able to pay for your room becomes more frequent than the scraprats that skitter inside the walls.  

It’s suicide to snag a higher paying bounty because....well—these bounties shoot back. 

Whatever.

 Might as well die trying. Who knows, maybe you could score big time if you manage to pull this off. 

Maybe. 

                                                       -=-=-=-

You’re not sure who’s more surprised—Karga when you asked for the bounty or yourself when he actually gave it to you. 

“Are you sure, kid? This could—“

“End in a fiery shitshow? Yeah—I figured that,” you sigh, swirling your drink with a little complimentary toothpick. “But I need the money.” 

“Hah! You’ve got guts, girl.” He flashes you a smile and smooths down his mustache with his thumb and forefinger. “Tell you what. The last assignment was just taken but I’m sure if you run you could catch him. Work somethin’ out.”

Jumping from your seat, you throw on your coat and toss a couple credits onto the table to cover the drink. “What’s he look like?” 

“Big fellow—Mandalorian. You’ll know when you see him.”

You shout your thanks over your shoulder and hightail outta there. The landing docks aren’t far, you can see them from here. It’s finding the guy that could pose a problem.

If he hasn’t already left, you bitterly think. 

However, it seems the universe is on your side today. Karga was right. He is big. Stands out like a sore thumb against his ship that glitters dully in the overcast sky. Kinda like an oversized blueberry. A yellow and blue blueberry….not important—

“Hey! Hey, you!” You’re so close, just a couple yards away. You swear and hurry up your pace as he steps onto the loading ramp. “Big guy! Large...blue man?”

You trip over your own feet as he turns his head. Fuck—

No way are you gonna be able to bargain with this guy. Built like a fucking AT-AT and probably just as stubborn. After all, no one would ever be dumb enough to come between a Mandalorian and their quarry. You grimace, and suck in a breath—

Before a word even leaves your mouth he interrupts with a steady, unwavering;

“No.”

Your brows furrow. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“I know what you were going to ask,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I work alone.”

Ok, then. You didn’t want to resort to begging, but you’re kinda running out of options here. You take a steadying breath and plant yourself at the bottom of the ramp. “C’mon man. Look—I’ll let you take seventy percent of the cut and I can—“

“You’ll let me?” He repeats, the staticky tone of his voice dropping into an edge more cutting than broken transparisteel. The metal platting on the ramp vibrates from the weight of his step to move closer; Stars it takes every fucking inch of willpower to hold your ground. “You’re lucky if I let you leave with your life. Get lost.” 

Fuckfuckfuck—you should listen. You wanna fucking run for the hills and never look back in case he comes looking to purge your name from the kriffing galaxy. You clench your jaw and steel your nerves. Too bad—you’ve dug your heels so far into this empire of dirt and false bravado that your only way out is continuing to poke the sleeping bear until he snaps your spine or caves.

You have to crane your neck to glare into that dark strip of his vizor, seeing as he’s invited himself into your personal space. “No.”  

“No?” He mocks, now toe to toe with your scuffed up boots. 

Your teeth clench, a scalding flush burning through your cheeks and all the way down to your chest. He’s toying with you—finding amusement in your stubbornness and apparent lack of braincells for challenging him. “You don’t scare me.” 

The man hums, a deep purr that rumbles through his entire ribcage as he raises his gloved hand. You curse yourself for flinching because surely he’s about to crush your skull like a fucking grape, but no. All he does is fix your rumbled collar then pat your cheek.     

“I don’t need the extra baggage.”

“I’m not baggage,” you sneer, slapping his hand away. “I can handle myself.” 

“With an empty blaster?” He points out, tipping his head to the side. “Your parlor tricks won’t do you any good on this job.”

“I’m a good shot!” You sputter, placing your hands over you hips and mustering up your best glare. “W-when I have ammo…” 

“Right.”

Meeting Paz Vizsla, could have gone far better, to put it into the most simplest of words. Jagged and hard to settle into a routine around each other for the journey to Nar Shaddaa in a tiny, old, and cramped freighter ship. Most cycles you have to wedge yourself beside a cargo crate to sleep. In addition to that, how it’s able to break through the atmosphere let alone fly is beyond you—an entire mystery on its own.       

At least you’re able to sit in the spare seat inside the cockpit—one of the only places available to stretch your legs. The only problem is that it’s also where Paz Vizsla likes to lurk (well, not lurk—it’s his ship and it’s where he can comfortably fit but—to each their own). 

There’s a net of tension still woven between you—each interaction like tiptoeing over eggshells. Though, like all things, it becomes simpler. There’s not exactly any ongoing conversations—you don’t want to pry into a life you know nothing about—it’s not your business despite the cumulation of questions that linger in the back of your mind. You know when to take a hint—not every person is willing to indulge you about their livelihood, and surely not something as secretive and well guarded as the Mandalore.  

Familiarity is what you want to call it. Comfortable with each other’s presence with small talk speckled in throughout the never-ending vastness of hyperspace. Compared to the infinite turmoil in your life, slippery footholds and uncertainty—Paz Vizsla is steady. In a way— predictable and safe in the confines of this ship.       

You’d even go as far as to label him kind, a friend maybe—if you look past the grumpiness and rather poor taste in corny jokes. You know it’s stupid, no doubt stemming from the deep ache of loneliness that comes hand in hand with staking it out on your own in the galaxy; but you can’t help but wish that this could be a new normal. Not some once in a lifetime thing where you both part ways, fade into the recesses of memory and leave it at that. 

If things go well—and rarely do they on a job—maybe you’d pluck up enough courage to ask him if you could stay. There’s no harm in it…right?

                                                 -=-=-=-

Well—the cynical part of you was right.

It did end up in a fiery shit show. 

Turns out the stupid quarry you’d been tracking excelled in long range weaponry. A former marksman for the Empire to be exact. Guess that tidbit of information wasn’t pertinent. A need to know sorta thing, if you will. 

You feel the molten bolt of plasma connect with your side before your ears pick up the sound of a weapon firing, like a crack of lighting in the empty alleyway. And before your body even connects with the duracrete, Paz is returning fire. A brilliant neon red against the hazy blur of shadowy buildings.  

Kinda weird how knocking the back of your head hurts worse than the literal blaster wound burned into your side. Shock maybe. Or the heat from the plasma cauterized each veins and artery it tore through and ate away at flesh and nerves. Hm…          

You’re sprawled in a wet pool of something—either your own blood or a puddle of stagnant gutter water and damn—you’re wearing your favorite shirt.

It doesn’t matter at this point…

You’re choking on your own air from the big ass hole blasted into your diaphragm, so to say things are looking grim is an understatement.  

Nar Shaddaa isn’t your first choice to kick the can on, but hey—not everyone gets the luxury of dying on Naboo. And just as you’re ready to slip away into that sweet, sweet abyss, it seems your fellow armored friend has other plans. 

The beskar is freezing against your cheek after he deadlifts you off the duracrete—you remember that plain as day. That and the hushed rumble of Paz’s voice insisting you save your dwindling supply of air instead of apologizing to him—or ordering you to stay alive for kriff’s sake. It’s impossible to argue with Paz—like trying to bite through durasteel, and while those beckoning tendrils of eternal slumber are mighty tempting, you cling to your life with all the strength you have left. After all, inconveniencing someone with a corpse is such a party foul to the highest degree.    

The rest is muddled—like dredging up silt and clay in a murky river that just leaves you with a pounding headache between your eyes. It’s a terrible mess of pain and bouts of temporary consciousness, mistaken with fever dreams and yup—more pain. The only consistent is Paz—hovering nearby or settled beside you—through thick and thin as you heal. 

There’s no solid reason your brain can conjure as to why he brought you to the Covert—it’d have been easier to just dump you at the nearest hospital and be done with it. You’re not his responsibility and you’re too afraid to ask what it means. Too many possibilities—too many answers you aren’t in the mood to face or untwist.     

And so you leave it be, set aside for another time—which brings you to the present day…        

You’re splayed over your little makeshift cot, feet propped up on a spare pillow as you scour through a cheesy Coruscanti gossip magazine. It’s years old—the only piece of entertainment you could find other than a weapon in the Covert. And seeing as a massive hole had been blasted through your ribcage, picking up the clever art of throwing vibroblades or shooting targets to pass the time was out of the question.   

Even if you’d rather fall into a Sarlaac pit than stare at the wall for hours on end yet again—it hasn’t been all that bad. It’d taken weeks before you regained enough strength to sit up on your own, let alone walk—and walking is putting it lightly. It was more of a stiff legged shuffle better suited on a two hundred year old woman seconds from disintegrating into dust at the mere hint of a breeze.  

Not to mention—your right lung was all but shredded. Ripped apart from the plasma bolt and miraculously reconstructed by a more than questionable bacta tank, hopeful thoughts and well wishes. To this very day you still sound like a broken air filter. 

Eh.    

Could be worse. 

At least you aren’t dead. 

Just another setback that adds on the growing pile of reasons why never to leave the Covert. Free food, free board and mild entertainment to top it off. Paz had stayed at your bedside for the most part while you recovered—stuck with babysitting your sorry ass until you regained a bit of mobility. The times Paz hadn’t been at your side to stave off the boredom, it was up to you to find your own fun. 

Snooping is what Paz had labeled it—but you saw it more as an adventure. You met Din Djarin exploring (lost is what you actually were) in the dimly lit underbelly of Nevarro, after all. Yes, you may have scared the ever loving shit out of the poor guy and yes, he may have singed off your brows with a five foot jet of fucking fire—but hey. No one got hurt.        

And you made a new friend. Sorta…Din is difficult to read, subtler in his soft spoken words and quiet demeanor. A bit like a skittish loth-cat at the start, but nowadays it’s not uncommon to find him lounging in the same space as you or hovering over your shoulder, awfully curious in whatever it is you choose to do. Like Paz, Din isn’t overly fond of sharing much information about himself but he never complains after you regale tales of your own vastly fascinating past. He seems interested enough—tilts his head a tick to the right when you speak to indicate that yes, he’s listening despite the unforgiving dark line of his visor.      

There are others in the Covert too—some so elusive you have a hard time believing they exist. Shadows of what they once were before the rise of the Empire. And so, you count yourself lucky that you’d been introduced to two others—Aeris Fenn, a young man nearly as tall as a Wookie, and a woman named Ives Arrey; her armor a flashy green—damn near florescent in the light. 

They’re nice enough company. Aeris is a chatterbox, his wit sharper than a blade but lacking in any forethought before he speaks. Ives is the far opposite—rolls each sentence in her mouth before she voices it, but in no way is she angelic. Maker—you’d bet your entire left asscheek she’s behind each bad decision and silly shenanigans Aeris sticks his nose into. He never learns—not after a harsh chiding or cuff around the helmet from Paz or the Armorer could dampen is childlike enthusiasm or steer him away from repeating the same mistake over and over.  

Though if you read one more kriffing sentence of this garbage magazine you’re about to invite chaos himself to entertain you. Good thing too because just as you sit up to find the red armored Mandalorian—Paz rounds the corner and steps into your little broom closet that hardly passes for a room. 

“Paz!” You greet, tossing the magazine over your shoulder. “Please tell me we’ll be doing something interesting or else I might start ripping my hair out. Or maybe commit a heinous crime—haven't decided yet.”      

Paz grunts and shakes his head. “You’ll be doing neither. But today we’ll be sparing—hopefully that will curve your boredom.”

You scrunch up your face. “Sparring? Er, no thanks—I choose life.” 

“You breathe funny since your injury,” he says, jabbing a finger between your ribs. “And all you’ve been doing lately is laying around.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you sneer, tucking your arms over your chest. “Didn’t realize I was supposed to be running laps with half a lung.”

“It’s like stretching a muscle, you need to gain your strength back.” He retorts. “This will be good for you.” 

You groan and flop back into bed. “I don’t wanna. I was pretty much dead like three cycles ago—cut me some slack, man.”

There’s a brief silence as if he’s mulling over your words, but he’s stubborn. You crane your head to look at him as he says your name with a deep sigh attached to it.   

“Truthfully, I’m surprised you’ve survived this long.” He says it quietly, fragile even, like he’s still expecting you to tip over and die on the spot. You very well might.  

You huff. “Wow. Thanks, Paz.” 

You feel his heavy stare through the helmet. “What happened to you that night was a mistake. It wasn’t preventable but the least I can do is teach you basic selfdefense.”  

You gripe out your complaints but you know you’ve been beat—and well, a bit of your agreement is based on guilt. 

Damn it.  

                                                     -=-=-=-

It’s weird to see Paz without his heavy duty gear—like seeing him naked or a crab without a shell. The only piece he continues to wear is his helmet and padded gloves and under clothes, but it’s still weird. Strange enough that it shocks you tongue into remaining still instead of bitching about this. 

He leads you to a wing of the Covert you’ve yet to discover and ushers you through the doorway. The floor is padded, a bit smaller than you expected and already occupied by none other than Aeris Fenn. 

It’s a whole other kriffing shock to the head seeing him without the plates and layers of fabric and beskar too. The armor makes him bulkier—fuller and much more intimidating. Now, with only his black underclothes on, Aeris could be the spitting image of a sentient tree. Willowy limbs that stick out like branches as he stretches on the padded mat. He lazily swings his head around as you greet him, his face still covered by the black beskar painted with streaks of red. 

“So you choose sparring over knife throwing?” Aeris snorts. “And to think I thought of you as a friend.” 

“You think I chose to be here?” You say, grumpy and still upset at the choice of activity. Really, a brisk walk around the Covert would’ve been fine.

Aeris shrugs. “Ah, and I see you’ve roped in my favorite vod. Tch, he uses his fists instead of his words to teach. I wish you luck—you’ll need it.”      

You open your mouth to retort but Paz beats you to it. 

“Leave.” 

“I’ve just arrived, actually,” Aeris scoffs, folding his torso over his other leg to stretch. “Perhaps you could reschedule. After all—our guest is quite free most days.” 

Welp—you’re perfectly fine with that. Problem solved. 

You spin on your heel and make a break for it but Paz snatches your wrist and pulls you back to his side. “Aeris.”  

“Paz,” Aeris mocks, tipping his helmet to the side. 

Paz exhales, a long, tired sound and grovels out another plea in clipped Mando’a. Aeris languidly stands and brushes off imaginary dust from the front of his pants. “Sorry, what was that? I don’t understand your accent.” 

“Boy—“

“No, no, it’s alright.” Aeris sighs, waving his hand in a mopey display as if he were told that his birthday party were canceled for the fifth year in a row. “I’d have trouble speaking too if my enormously thick head were cooped up in that little bucket of yours all day.”  

You wince. 

In the time you’ve known Paz Vizsla, he’s never been one to launch into rash decisions fueled by anger—he lets it simmer and build like an oncoming storm over the ocean. Devastating once it reaches land.

Aeris bobs his head and inspects his black leather glove, picking at a loose thread on the inseam over the thumb. He clicks his tongue. “Or'dinii—you’re going to kill her.”  

Your offended scoff is ignored as Paz steps forward; jutting his chin up to even out the few inches Aeris holds over the man. “You still haven’t learned to shut your mouth, boy.” 

The tension surges and crackles like a volt of electricity through the air—unresolved and ready to ignite with the sparking embers of Paz’s growing irritation. It’s not a fight Aeris Fenn will win. He’s volatile and hotheaded—but his expertise is in long range weaponry. Precise, deadly and swift—not whatever this little pissing match is heading towards.    

Aeris clicks his tongue as Paz digs a fist into the black fabric of his shirt. Paz yanks him forward, the metallic clink of their helmets colliding an unpleasant scrape that pierces your eardrums. Aeris snarls out sharpened words in Mando’a as his willowy fingers shoot up to curl beneath the lip of Paz’s helmet. 

In the blink of an eye, Paz lifts Aeris up by his collar and launches him across the room like he weighs nothing more than a couple of down pillows. His helmet meets the wall with a resounding clank, chipping some of the red paint outlining the visor. Ouch. 

Like a kicked dog, Aeris clambers to his feet, still dazed and swaying and for a fearful second you think he’ll retaliate. But with whatever braincells he happens to possess today—he instead spits out a venomous curse that even yourself would hesitate to repeat. He leaves without another word, bristling with rage. 

Your flash Paz a questioning stare. “The hell was that about?” 

Paz waves it away with an irritated grunt. “His heart is in the right place but he is young. Aeris doesn’t understand his place in the Covert yet and I doubt he will for years to come.” 

You frown. “Poor guy…” 

Paz mutters something under his breath. “Enough distractions. We’ve wasted enough time already.”

“Y’know…I think that’s enough excitement for today. I think I’ll be going now—“ Your last ditch attempt at weaseling out of this is quickly thwarted the moment you turn your back.  

You wheeze as the heel of Paz’s palm shoves into your shoulder blade, the force of it sending you stumbling to the ground. “Paz—“

“Go on. Hit me,” he orders. You squeak, narrowly avoiding the well aimed kick that skims the top of your scalp. 

You scramble to your feet, skirting out of range of the oncoming right hook. “So you attack me instead?” 

“How do you expect to catch quarries who are bigger than you?” He presses. You hiss as the points of his knuckles dig into the meat of your shoulder. 

You dance out of reach and rub your arm, a dull throb flaring up in the muscle. “I dunno—electrocute them?”

“Not if they take you by surprise.” 

You screech as his knuckles skim your cheek. Adrenaline pierces you veins and you wildly throw a flaky punch that wouldn’t even impress a toddler. He catches your fist with ease, his entire hand dwarfing your clenched fingers. “You can do better than that.” 

You snarl and struggle to rip your hand back. “I’m a scrapper. I don’t fight.”

“No,” he retorts. You fall onto your ass as he abruptly lets go of your hand. “You’re a bounty hunter.” 

You roll your eyes. “Hardly—why can’t I just stay here?”

Although there’s nothing to see with that swatch of black covering his eyes, you can certainly feel the look he’s giving you. A deep sigh hisses through the vocoder. “You can stay here—“

A triumphant smile splits across your face—

“—but not without contributing where it’s due.”

You puff up your cheeks and let out a dismayed stream of air. “Booo—lame.”

He sighs again and helps you off the floor. “Even if you leave the Guild, what I’m teaching you is helpful.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “I’ll give you a call after I use your invaluable skills to beat up some thug.”

Paz ignores your comment and turns on his heel. “Let’s go through it again. This time use your front two knuckles instead of your whole fist.”

As your eyes land over the stretch of tight fighting fabric over his back an idea pops into your head. It’s a petty move but getting a punch in is fruitless—like trying to beat up a brick wall. You don’t fancy a broken hand and your knuckles are already bruised and swollen to the point where it’s hard to bend them. 

And so, without any forethought and with a running head start, you launch yourself onto him, your arms coiling around his neck. It does the job—takes him by surprise and makes him tip to the right. 

Aha! Yes!

Your reign of victory is short lived, however—

He latches onto your forearms strung around his neck and yanks. And much in the same way he threw Aeris like a sack of potatoes—you’re no different. For a short stretch of time that feels kriffing endless; you soar through the air, your directional whereabouts violently ripped out beneath you and equally nauseating in the same breath. 

Why you ever agreed to this—you don’t know.   

Your shoulder blade connects with the mat first, leaving behind a dull sting as you roll and tumble with uncontrollable momentum. Oh, yeah—you’ll feel that in the morning. 

Groaning, you thank the Maker that your body eventually settles into a miserable little pile of limbs and pain. But, it seems whatever higher power that lingers in the edges of the galaxy hasn’t decided to put you out of your misery just yet. 

A bulky shadow blocks out the dim lighting overhead, and for a brief anxiety ridden moment you’re afraid it’s Paz. You roll onto your back with a pathetic groan, a beg for mercy on the tip of your tongue—but as your eyes flutter open they’re met with an entirely different man. 

Din Djarin looms over you, his head cocked to the side as you blink in dumbfounded bewilderment. Ah, hell— 

You swallow, a furious heat bitting at your cheeks. “Uh…fine weather we’re having…”

“We’re inside,” he states with a brief glance up to the ceiling. 

You purse your lips. “Huh.”

With a pensive hum he offers his hand, you sigh and roll over, accepting his gloved hand. He hoists you up easily and adjusts your rumpled collar. “You ok?”

“Pfft, yeah,” you groan, rubbing your throbbing shoulder. “Never better.”

The low grumble of your name is a cross between disbelief and irritation. Din jerks his head, his attention zeroing in on Paz. “Are you trying to kill her?” 

“She isn’t made of glass.” 

“She is still recovering—“

Normally you’d intervene, but their bickering is tiring and it gives you the excuse to lie down. By the time one of them caves you’ve counted exactly one hundred and twelve weird ceiling stains. They should get that checked out.  

“Very well,” Paz snarls, cutting through your wandering thoughts. “You teach her.” 

Din scoffs, his shoulders drawn tight as he stomps over to your splayed out self. “Get up.”

“Geez, fine,” you grumble, not in the mood to test his patience further. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Later he’ll no doubt apologize but right now? He has to prove a point. Din cuts right to it, moves in close to place your clenched fists in the right stance and nudges at your feet until they’re a bit wider than hip distance. 

“You have to get in close with a bigger opponent,” he says, stepping into your space until your fists are close enough to touch his chest. “We don’t have much range here—easier to break our guard too.” 

“Right. And how would you suggest I do that?”

“You’re always beating me at cards.” Din says, tipping his head to the side. “You have a clever mind. Use it.” 

“But I always cheat.” You point out, dropping your guard to swat at a stray hair.   

He catches your wrists and returns them to where they ought to be. “Quick enough to get away with it.” 

You make a noise of uncertainty but do as you're told. Din takes a couple steps back and with a rough order you begin. 

He’s faster than Paz—bats at your guard in quick bursts and steps away when you attempt to hit back. It’s a dance almost—somehow elegant in its brutality of bruises and flashes of pain as you move around one another. Compared to Din, Paz is almost clumsy but unpredictable. Din—despite the rapidness of his attacks and evasiveness, becomes predictable.

He steps to to left—you follow. He rocks onto his toes to jab his fist forward and that’s where you find a break. Punching Din’s helmet won’t do you any good but catching the juncture of his shoulder with your elbow is completely feasible. Too bad that you’re not the only one with a clever mind.        

Din uses the momentum of your attack to catapult you to the ground—his own body rolling with you in order to capture you in a headlock of sorts. This sucks. After this you’ll never be setting foot in this Maker forsaken room again. 

Din tightens his elbow that’s looped around your throat as you squirm and flail, trapped against his chest. He grunts as your elbow digs into his ribs but holds steady and snakes his free arm across your front, pinning your limbs to your body in an unbreakable vice. All mobility is cut off as his knee pushes between your thighs, locking your leg out into an uncomfortable and frankly quite awkward angle. 

Inhaling a shaky breath, you arch as the crown of his helmet skims along the curve of your throat; the bite of beskar frigid and startling against your flushed skin. You can see his visor out of the corner of your eye; glittering and dark like the polished obsidian on Black Spire and endless like the greedy maw of a black hole. 

Your breath hitches as he shifts and curls his head closer to your ear. His voice rumbles low and deep through his chest and vibrates against the delicate cartilage. “Yield.” 

However much your pride wrestles with the sensible part of your brain, it’s all for naught as you jerk your head in defeat.  

In retrospect you should’ve said something—used your voice or made some kinda sound because suddenly Din’s forearm digs alarmingly hard into your windpipe. He read the stuttered jerk of your head as another pitiful act of defiance but no. Nope. 

Here you are—asphyxiating.   

Not exactly what you had in mind, being strangled by a Mandalorian and all—but a chokehold where you could very well die was not it. 

Fuzzy darkness begins to shade the corners of your vision, lightheadedness and a curious warmth that prickles down your spine settling low in your belly. A raspy gasp manages to slip through your blocked off airway, and stars why does this feel good?   

“Din—”

Paz’s sharp bark is distant above the ringing in your ears and it all stops.

You gulp in air that burns your throat like refined fire whiskey—hunched over the mat as a large palm rubs soothing circles over your upper back. You cough and roll over, sounding like a dying animal run over by a speeder then hit with a spiked club to polish it off. 

You’re quickly herded into Paz’s arms and pulled into his lap. Still wheezing and attempting to recover lost oxygen, whatever Din is trying to say translates into an indiscernible hum against the ringing in your ears.  

“I’m fine,” you mutter, though neither of them care to listen. Like bristling wolves, snapping at each other’s heels.  

“Apologize to her,” there’s not so much as a centimeter of room to argue. “Now.”           

It’s nice of Paz you suppose—defending your honor and what not, but you’re not a vengeful person. It was an honest mistake and you want to explain that so Din quits looking like a kicked puppy, yet the sudden touch over your ankle stops you. All the times Din has initiated contact it’d been a friendly pat to your shoulder or ruffling you hair, and while touching your ankle isn’t exactly scandalous it’s certainly an odd place to put your hand on. 

Your fingers clutch Paz’s shirt as you eye the man lingering at the bottom of your feet, his gloved thumb unconsciously rubbing patterns into the exposed skin between your boot and your pant leg. “Cyare—I’m sorry.” 

You blink and lick your lips. Interesting. “I-I don’t know what that word means.”

His hand inches higher, resting on the swell of your calf. “Sweetheart…darling…loved one—“ 

There’s a shift—a dark undercurrent that none of you should be dipping your toes into. There’s a million and one things to say or do to sever this at the root, but are you going to? Nah. 

Din’s thumb now rests over your knee, goosebumps following in his wake. “Should I keep going?” 

It too hot—stuffy with both of their heavy stares locked on your flushed face. You squirm and glance up at Paz who only offers an impassive stare. Great.   

“I can make it up to you,” Din continues, his hand stationary—a warm weight even through the fabric of your pants. “If you let me.” 

Your mouth feels drier than the desert on Jakku. This…nothing good could come out of what Din is hinting at. This is uncharted territory—launching yourself into the great unknown without any idea of what’ll fester and grow if you agree. 

It’s not like it hasn’t crossed your mind—it’s just…it’s never been both of them at the same time. These men are short-tempered, an open flame to jet fuel with deeply seated ire woven into the very fabric of their beings. You’ve barely scratched the surface on the inner workings of their mutual hostility, but you’re bright enough to question if this will make it worse. Tinder and brittle twigs feeding and enabling the hungry flames of rivalry to spiral and consume with chaotic brilliance of a dying star—

But, oh—

Isn’t it worth taking the risk? 

You suck in a grounding breath and slowly extend your leg that Din touches, gingerly skimming the toe of your shoe along the inseam of his inner thigh. “H-how would you…make it up to me?”

Din preens at your answer and shuffles closer, lifting your legs so that they rest in his lap. Devotion drips off his words like a fine liquor as he toys with the laces on your boots. “Anything—say it and it’s yours.”    

Sparks of molten heat race down your spine and metastasize in your lower belly, spreading through each vein and artery like a some sort of invasive ivy. You spare a look up at Paz as he shifts.      

“Go ahead, girl,” Paz assures. “Answer him.” 

It’s an unspoken, buzzing sort of thing like the static air before a storm, crackling and surging with pent up energy. You all know the implications of what’s to come—but it’s your words, quiet and steady that irons that nail into your coffin.

“Take me like you mean it.” 

The next few moments pass in a dizzying blur, a mess of anticipation as your shoes are yanked off, your pants following soon after and tossed into some unknown corner of the room. Paz helps you out of your shirt, a shiver wracking through your body from the chill, leaving you bare save for your underthings. Yet the warmth that seeps through his shirt and his hands that linger over your ribcage do a lovely job at making up for the cold.

Din shuffles closer and brings his fingers up to cup the side of your face, lowering his head to rest the crown of his helmet on your forehead. “Wanna touch you.” 

Your breath hitches as Paz’s hands sweep up your torso, cupping and kneading your breasts. “Y-you already are touching me, Din." 

Paz snorts as the rough leather of his gloves scrape over your skin and unhook your bindings. You hardly hear Din over your own whine as Paz rolls your hardened nipples between a forefinger and thumb. 

“I want to feel you—without the gloves,” Din clarifies, fighting to keep your attention on him. “Will you let me?”  

Maker that shouldn’t even be a question. You moan out your approval, delighted that both of them decide to slip off the padded fabric. Din touches your bare thigh the same moment Paz returns his hands to your tits and it’s exhilarating. The rasp of their bare palms against your flesh is addicting—something so foreign and warm compared to their usual armor and thick layered clothing. 

You arch into Paz’s hand as it curls around the base of your throat, a tentative pressure but still heavy. “You’d let us do anything, wouldn’t you? Needy little thing.”

“Yes,” you croak, already debauched and falling apart at the seams. “Anything.”

You’re all too happy to fade away in the embrace of the larger man but the other participant is far from letting that slide. Din grabs your hand, guiding it towards the front of his trousers, the drawstrings already loose and easy to pull aside. He groans and twitches as your fingertips flirt along his navel, then curl over the waistband, tugging his pants the rest of the way down to pool around his knees. 

You reach for the already impressive outline of his cock pressing against his boxers, but Paz cupping your cunt through your underwear just before you touch Din is distracting. You gasp and arch as Paz digs the heel of his palm against your clit, electrifying ecstasy zipping down your spine with each touch. 

There’s a twinge of guilt after Din huffs and drags your limp wrist back to his cock, this time encouraging you to palm him by guiding your actions with his own hand until you lazily oblige. Din’s quiet grunts, gravely against the vocoder do nothing but throw more jet fuel to the fire inside your belly. The growing urge to actually touch him gnaws and corrodes the forefront of your brain. With a firm yank his boxers are quick to join his trousers and Maker—

Fuck—

Will he even fit?

Din is thick, rosy brown and flushed at the tip and beginning to curl towards his bellybutton. A bead of liquid shines at the tip, dribbling down the underside as he wraps his fist around the base of his length. He gives himself a languid stroke before he, once again, reminds your hand of what it’s supposed to be doing. Din is searing in your palm, molten and stiffening to hardened steel in your grip.   

“You look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” Din hisses as his head rolls back onto his shoulders. “S-so pretty holding my cock.”

Your desperation tears at your insides, insatiable and Maker— you wanna taste him. You want to hear every little stuttered moan and feel each twitch of his hips as he claims your mouth as his own.    

But before you’re able to ask Din if he’d be willing to fuck your throat, Paz grips your knee and slings your leg over his thigh, murmuring praise as he peels off your underwear. Paz’s hand snakes down to your pussy and runs two thick fingers through your already slick cunt, then delicately parts your folds. 

It’s like a fucking bomb going off as his thumb grazes over your swollen clit. His forearm locks tight around your waist, keeping you in place as you arch and tremble. Paz is feather light and teasing, as he strokes over the little bundle of nerves in a painstakingly slow rhythm. 

“Paz—“ 

He nudges your cheek with his helmet and chuckles. “You’re so sensitive, vaar’ika. Such lovely noises too.”  

Paz trades in his light touches for using his two fingers instead. They form a relaxed ‘v’ shape, trapping your clit in between the digits as he massages in a steady up and down motion. You cry out, every nerve shocked and flooded with saccharine pleasure, shoving you so treacherously close to that precarious edge of release.      

You have no fucking chance as a different set of fingers, leaner in length but just as bulky, carefully prod at your entrance. Din’s pointer finger slides into your cunt, quickly adding a second as your core clenches and stretches for him. The dual sensations over your clit and Din’s fingers steadily pumping and curling inside you send you hurling into that dazzling white-hot pleasure.     

Throwing your head back, you cry out—a jumbled mess of their names or just nonsense— pleasure crackling out from your core and all the way down your legs. Your cunt tightens like a vice around Din’s digits, your legs twitching as your high dips into prickly overstimulation. You whine, and swat at Paz’s hand, Din pulling out his own fingers a moment later and wiping your wetness on the inside of your thigh. 

Your head rests in the crook of Paz’s shoulder as your breath fans across the side of his helmet, fogging up the metal where the blue paint is chipped and scraped away. The shirt he wears smells a bit like sweat but the underlying scent of him is comforting—worn leather and something crisp, like fresh laundry. You don’t mean for the words to slip out—

You know better than that, but everything feels muddled and silly and, and, and—

“I wish I could kiss you.”  

It’s like dousing ice cold water on a pile of smoldering coals. A silence, petrifying and like the inhale before jumping off a cliff and into a rocky sea, ensues. Stupid, stupid, stupid—  

Paz shatters the fragile suspense with a rich laugh that burns away all the icy worry making itself a home in your ribcage. He moves his arm up, his fingers gripping your jaw to fix your gaze onto the other Mandalorian. “You want his mouth on you too?”  

You whimper and nod, but it isn’t enough. 

“Use your voice vaar’ika,” Paz hums, pressing the crown of his helmet against your cheek. “Tell us want you want.” 

“I-fuck—” Paz’s fingertips sneak up your torso, rough callous catching deliciously on your skin. “I wan’t your mouth on me. B-both of you.” 

Paz chuckles and releases his hold on your chin. “You’ll have to be blindfolded, sweet girl.”

Din scoffs, a harsh crackle through the vocoder. “Like she’d want to see your face anyway.”

“Please,” you mewl, turning your head to curl into Paz’s neck. It’s not ideal, but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make. “I don’t care. I need—“

“Patience, little one,” Paz purrs, rubbing up and down your bare sides in a soothing manner. All it does is stoke the flames. “You’ll get what you want.” 

Paz shifts, reaching for your abandoned shirt and stars—

You can feel his cock, firmer then tempered durasteel and poking into your lower back. Oh, hell—these men are going to ruin you. 

You’re nudged forward, your vision going dark once your shirt is securely tied around your head. The knot traps a few hairs that pull sharp against your scalp but the measly pain is worth it. Oh so worth it.  

“Is it too tight?” You hear Din ask, concern lacing his gravely vocals. 

You wave your hand in dismissal. “S’fine.”

“Cant see anything either, right?” 

You squirm, your patience spreading thin. “Din, please.”

“Fine.” There’s no bite to his tone and under different circumstances you’d have more composure. Acknowledge that they’re putting their religion, their whole being into your hands—a fragile trust that could so easily be shattered. 

Your ears pick up their subtle movements, their helmets landing onto the thin mat with soft thunks. With bated breath you wait for them to jump into action, seize every spare moment to taste your skin and breathe the same air. But—

“You need a haircut, vod.”

“And you need to shave.” Retorts Din with bitter indignation. 

“It’s hardly even stubble.” He chortles. You giggle and twist away as he scrapes his prickly cheek up and down your neck. “Besides—she likes it.” 

There’s another lull, and with the blindfold everything is amplified—the quick and quiet breathing of Din on your right and the slide of fabric against skin as Paz shifts. Your attention is captured by Din’s bare palm, warm and calloused like weathered leather left out in the afternoon sun. He caresses the outside of your thigh in smooth, longing strokes, enraptured by the softness of your skin. You whimper and let your leg fall open, exposing more of your thigh for his curious exploration. 

The sudden touch on your cheek is jarring. You know Paz is there—it’s not an easy thing to forget the solid chest you’re leaning against but it’s hard to focus. Difficult to settle on one thought before it slips away like grains of sand between a clenched fist. Paz’s touch is heavier than Din’s, ambitious and greedy but…mindful. Even as his fingers spread along your jaw and drag you into a deep, mouthwatering kiss. It’s…stars—   

There’s nothing that can describe this. No word that could ever hold a candle up to the way his lips, plush and soft, move against yours. His nose brushes against your cheek as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, his warm tongue sliding against the seam of your bottom lip. 

You whine and bury your hand into his hair as Paz groans, a low rumble in his throat. You wonder what color it is, but carding your fingers through the curls atop his head suffices for now.

Your curiosity is abruptly ended as Din’s hand snakes around your forearm. You’re forcibly yanked away, only to be met with another pair of lips. Din murmurs an apology at the sting of his teeth bumping into your upper lip, but the pain is hardly the first thing on your mind. 

Din’s kiss is devouring—  

Scalding and bright—the galaxy, a thousand suns, all there ever will be and all that ever was. The way his lips move against yours is a devastatingly sharp contrast to the steady, syrupy sweet kiss Paz offers. Desperate and eager to surround you in his own arms—steal away any lingering thought and replace it with him. Din Djarin—  

You gasp as Din’s teeth nibble and pull on your bottom lip, only a moment before he surges closer, wrapping his hand around your jaw to hold it open as he licks deep into your mouth. Breaking for air, Din tangles his fingers into your hair at the base of your neck and yanks, baring the column of your throat. His travels down, the tender kisses morphing into teasing nips and lingering sucks that’ll turn into tender bruises in the morning. 

Din hovers over your breasts, his heated breath and cooling saliva the catalyst to the goosebumps that rush over your skin. He lightly tugs on your nipple using his teeth, then plants a sweet kiss over your sternum.   

“Can I taste you?” Din murmurs, his lips ghosting over your flesh. “Maker—wanna put my mouth on you.” 

“Din—“ A different set of lips latching onto the juncture of your neck and hijacks your train of thought. Wipes your mind clean until Paz is the sole thing you can consciously focus on. 

Paz laves his tongue over the shell of your ear and urges you to lean back against him once more. Your nose scrapes against his stubble as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, his hips lazily rolling his hardened cock into your backside. 

“Or…” Paz rumbles, capturing your hand and interlacing your fingers with his. You marvel at the sheer size of his palm—astounded still when he leads his and your hands to palm his cock. “I could give you this. Fuck your pretty little cunt until you’re screaming for me.”

It’s a punch to the gut. Why the fuck do you have to choose? You squirm as Din points his tongue over your nipple then sucks it into his mouth. 

Working through the fog in your head, the answer is clearer than fucking crystal. Because who in their right mind would turn down a Mandalorian’s request to eat you out? Not you, that’s for sure. “Din—want your mouth.”

Din huffs in triumph and slips between your legs that part to accommodate his broad shoulders, leaving no patch of bare skin untouched and worshiped. You shiver as his tongue circles around your bellybutton then retreats. Din settles his head beside your knee and mouths a kiss there.  

You whine his name and buck your hips, heart beating wildly in your ears. The teasing is unbearable and, stars—if he doesn’t start now— 

He nibbles on the inside of your thigh, laving his warm tongue over each mark he leaves behind, buffering the sting of his teeth. Din snake his hands under your ass, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he heaves your cunt closer to his mouth. Din’s thumbs part your soaking pussy, his breath hot fanning over your cunt. His tongue his scalding—like liquid velvet as he dips the tip of his tongue from the base of your slit all the way up to your clit. 

Din sucks on the little bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue until you’re crying out, molten pleasure zipping through you. He grunts as your fingers tangle into his hair—fuck. Fuck, you need more.   

Arching into his mouth, all thoughts are obliterated; nothing but the warmth of his tongue, and his lips, devouring you as if he were a man seconds from death and you’re his saving grace. That frenzied desperation lingers on the edges of his movements like he’s afraid you’ll fade into smoke—but you’re not going anywhere. Not even a million credits could convince you to push Din’s head away. 

He sinks two fingers into your clenching hole and curls his fingers, stroking and curling his fingertips to make you sing. Zeros in on that little spot that causes the involuntary twitches of your leg and wrenches embarrassing, high pitched mewls that fill the room. You’re careening towards your high, the sensitivity of your last orgasm amping up the influx of pleasure. 

“Shit—Din. Close—I’m so close,” you gasp, pulling his hair tight enough that you know it must hurt. He makes no sign that it does, just groans and buries his tongue into your dripping hole, licking alongside his fingers that shovel more of your wetness into his mouth. 

Your release unfurls through your body like sticky molasses—smoldering embers that seep into each limb until they’re heavier than lead. Fuck—it’s so hard to think and at this rate your brain is as good as gone.   

You pay only a fraction of attention to Din as he kisses his way back up your body and lands a final one over your lips. His thumb grazes over your chin, his gravelly words of praise cutting through some of that foggy haze, how good you were, how fucking delicious you tasted when you came on his tongue. You taste your own arousal on his mouth as he noses your cheek and captures your lips in another kiss.           

“Are you done?” Paz asks dryly, much too barbed to be thrown your way. You groan when Paz jostles your limp body as he hoists you back into his lap.

“Just starting, actually,” Din quips. “Why don’t you hand her back over? I’ve got some more things I wanna try.” 

Paz scoffs and secures a heavy arm around your middle. “Greed will get you nowhere.” 

“Neither will your arrogance.” 

“Shut up—both of you,” you interrupt. Your voice is raw and choppy but it does the job. “Just fuck me already.”

For now their little spat is sidelined—it’s not worth ripping off that bandage of a temporary truce. There’s a chaste moment of quiet, like they’re considering tearing into each other’s throats instead, but with a touch to Paz’s thigh the standoff fizzles out. 

“We need to work on your manners,” Paz suggests, curling his large, calloused hand around your neck in a loose hold. “I believe it’s please fuck me.” 

Maybe if you weren’t practically a pile of brainless goo, you’d argue. See how far you can push—though this time you fold. “Please fuck me. P-please—I need it.” 

Seemingly satisfied with your answer; Paz wedges a hand between your bodies to grip his cock and run the tip through your folds, soaked from you own wetness and Din’s saliva. The head of his member nudges at your entrance, and wether it’s his size or the fact you can’t see anything—you panic. 

Your hand shoots out, nails harpooning into the meat of his forearm. “W-wait—you’re too b-big.”  

Paz freezes and moves you up his lap and presses a kiss over you hairline. “We can stop. Just say—“

“N-no, I’m fine,” you assure, planting an apologetic peck on his stubbled jaw. Stopping is the last thing you want to do—it was just…overwhelming. A sensory overload testing the very fringes of your being. “Go slow?”

You feel his head bob in compliance as he moves you back to where you’re hovering over his cock. You relax this time, not as many alarm bells clanging through your head as your cunt flutters around the fat tip and then that glorious, first thick inch. Paz’s thumb bumps over your throbbing clit, coaxing your pussy to take him further. 

“Yeah, that’s it vaar’ika,” he grunts, his breath fanning over your neck in quick pants. “Taking my cock so fucking well. So nice and pretty.”

Your pussy flutters, fresh waves of arousal hot and burning.You nearly keel over when Paz starts shallowly rocking his hips, easing your body the rest of the way down his length until the back of your thighs touch his. Maker—how the hell is he all the way inside? You can feel him in your fucking guts—         

“See?” Paz purrs. He sucks a bruise into the meat of your shoulder and pushes his palm against your lower stomach, making the fit even tighter. “Fits fucking perfect.”

The noise your cunt makes pulling out and the debauched moan that filters through his vocal chords is obscene. If anyone where to walk by, well—it’s certainly not training that’s going on, for the better lack of words. 

Paz holds true to his word—keeps his pace limited to deep, languid thrusts that brush up against something that makes your whole body shake—like strumming a golden chord molded to a musician’s fingers. Fuck—he’s doing all the work too. Lifting you by the swell of your hips and pulling you down onto his cock with a rough buck of his hips. 

Abruptly, he slows to a gentle rocking—quick to lock you in place as you thrash and roll your hips. “Paz—n-no. Keep going. You n-need to—“

Paz silences your please with a wet, open mouthed kiss. “Our friend looks lonely. Why don’t you use that pretty mouth and suck his cock?” 

Din. 

You hear the man curse in Mando’a, probably some stab at Paz—

But with a pat to your outer thigh, you don’t need any more prompting—you’d give up your left hand to get a chance to suck him off. With the help of Paz, you’re eased onto your hands and knees, shocks of white-hot pleasure zipping through your core at the change of angle. Like this Paz is seated deeper inside, stabbing into each spot that makes you sing.    

Fuck—your arms are shaking—only able to hold yourself up for half a click and then you’re sinking face first into the floor, ass in the air as he fucks into you. Paz clicks his tongue and wraps his arm around your front, pulling you back up from your slumped position. 

“I told you to suck his cock, girl. Not take a nap.” Paz accentuates his words with heavy, well measured thrusts—the kind of force you know will leave your whole lower half throbbing and sore in the aftermath. 

You whine as Paz grabs a hold of your jaw, digging into the tender joints until your mouth falls open. “Good. Keep it like that.” 

Paz’s hand falls away, replaced by a softer touch. The pads of Din’s fingers hook under your chin, guiding and tempting you nearer to what rests between his legs, hot and heavy and large.       

You feel the tip of his cock, flushed and pulsing, rest on your bottom lip. You lap up the beads of sticky precum with kitten licks that morph into suckling the entire head. Din grunts out your name and tangles his hand into your hair as you tongue at the ridged frenulum. He never forces you to swallow down more of him—lets you cradle the first few inches in the wet warmth of your mouth and languidly roll the pad of your tongue around him. 

You want to take him deeper, let Din fuck your throat raw, but your jaw already aches. Your lips are pulled tight around his shaft, drool dribbling down your chin and landing on the mat below. You’re not sure if you could take more of him without the danger of your teeth catching or dislocating your jaw. So you manage like this—hollowing out your cheeks and and using the momentum of Paz’s thrusts to pleasure Din.          

It’s frustrating—it must be each time you let his cock slip out of your mouth to breathe or the fact Din isn’t able to fucking fit his cock into your mouth. Annoying that you aren’t able to think properly to help him out a bit ore when that said brain is being fucked straight outta you, put through the wringer and then body slammed onto duracrete. 

Din cups your cheek, strokes over your skin with his thumb and maneuvers himself out of your mouth. You whine and lean into his palm, his touch addictive like smoldering coals in the dead of winter.    

“You want me there instead of him?” Din purrs, using the tips of his index and middle fingers to tilt your chin and drag you into an open mouthed kiss. “Fuck you like you deserve.” 

The profane imagery of Din between your legs instead makes you clench tight. It only takes a couple seconds and a few more feverish kisses before you’re nodding to his request. Paz mutters a swear, hesitates, and reluctantly pulls out, leaving your cunt empty and aching with need. 

Din, however, is speedy—quick to hoard you to himself and yank your legs over his hips so that you’re draped on his lap. He jumps straight to the point, no fancy maneuver or drawn out teasing—just grabs the base of his cock, slides the flushed tip between your folds and sinks into your cunt. Even after your pussy had been stretched and molded around Paz’s length, you struggle to take Din’s entire cock into your aching center. It’s easier than Paz but, Maker—not by much. 

You whine, harpooning your fingernails into his shoulder once he bottoms out. Din snarls a curse and latches his teeth onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder, prickly pain shooting directly to your belly. “Fucking tight. H-how—fuck.”

There’s no time to adjust before Din sets a pace, harsh and desperate—his hands digging into the flesh of your ass for better leverage. Each roll of his hips borders erratic, taking his pleasure without thought—intent on reaching his own end before it could be yanked out from under him. Din’s staggered exhales below your ear are interlaced with subdued moans that start low in his ribcage then dip into a higher, airy pitch. A delicate sound you’ll guard closer to your chest than any secret you possess for the rest of your life—precious and yours. 

Din turns his head to steal a kiss. “You feel fuck—fucking good. Wanna feel you cum around me. S-squeezed so fucking hard around my fingers—“

You choke out a groan and feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs—hear the thrusts of his cock into your cunt become shamefully wetter. Heat sizzles down each vertebrae in your spine, burning up each and every cell with the brilliance of a wildfire. Stars, this is gonna destroy you.      

Din’s hand sneaks between your bodies and rubs tight, little circles over you swollen clit. There’s no build up to your orgasm—just a blinding surge of blistering warmth that knocks you off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs. Your nails dig into Din’s back as you shake and grapple for a foothold in your own consciousness—the steady warmth of his body a much needed anchor for the madness that threatens to drown you.  

“Good girl,” Din praises, pace faltering from just how tight your pussy squeezes and flutters around his cock. “S-such a fucking good girl for me.”     

Regaining some semblance of control, you realize he’s still fucking going—still rock solid and throbbing, fucking you through the aftershocks of your release. Your arousal turns sharp, like rough cotton over a fresh sunburn as it dips into overstimulation. It’s not unpleasant but Din has to slow his hips to a delicate roll for you to recover.            

In the time it takes to inhale, a different calloused hand kneads into your lower back then smoothes up your spine. A second later you feel the scrape of Paz’s stubble prick along your exposed shoulder as his tongue drags along your sweat dampened skin—all the way up the curve of your neck and ending at the shell of your ear. 

You’re not sure if it’s intentional, but as Paz crowds closer the tip of his cock pokes at your other hole. With a surprised mewl, you tense and shy away—but he follows, molds his chest against your back to sandwhich you in. The hand gripping your bicep jumps to your neck and pulls your head against his shoulder. 

Two of Paz’s fingers dip down the curve of your ass and brush along the puckered skin—far less jarring this time. “Do you want to be fucked here too?” 

Maker—

You’re gonna fucking explode.  

Stuffed to the brim already, it’s hard to imagine Paz cramming himself in along with Din. A little red light blares in some corner of your mind but it’s quickly soothed as Paz plants soft kisses over your cheek and jaw. You trust him—there’s no reason to think he’ll hurt you or push you to the point of pain.

You catch his mouth with a kiss and rock your hips back. “Y-yeah, ok. I trust you.” 

You feel his smile curl against your cheek. “Don’t worry vaar’ika—I’ll take care of you.”

Paz strokes your bottom lip with his thumb and kisses the crown of your hairline as you sink into him. With his ring and middle finger, he pushes past the seam of your lips. “Suck.”

You obey, sealing your lips around his two digits and coating them in your saliva. Paz pulls them out with a pop and moves them between your legs, and with the added wetness dripping from your cunt, the first finger is easy enough. The second and third have you gasping as he scissors them and stretches your tight hole wider. You claw your nails into Din’s shirt—and he’s no better—Din’s own hands are clamping around your hips, struggling to keep still and biting back moans each time your cunt constricts. 

Your hips begins to meet the thrusts of Paz’s fingers as your body familiarizes the feel of him there. It’s a deep thrill that rushes up through your spinal cord—much different from anything you’ve felt before. 

“You like this, don’t you?” Paz goads, chuckling when you whine as he extracts his fingers. “I think you’re ready to take my cock, yeah?”

You shudder and nod, your voice no more than a squeak as it pilfers out. Paz strokes the top of your head and tips you forward into Din’s eager arms as Paz slicks up his length in a mix of precum and your dripping arousal. He touches the swell of you ass in warning, lines himself up with your hole and wedges the tip of his cock inside of you.     

Involuntary tears dampen your makeshift blindfold as Paz buries himself deeper, his rumbling tone urging you to relax—relax even though your mind is drowning in an ocean of arousal and swirling emotions you have no hope to pin down and analyze. It’s for the best—thankful as Paz bottoms out that it wrenches you back to a feasible reality you’re able to manage.

“Shit—I-I’m gonna die—“ You sob, writhing at just how full you are. But there’s nowhere to fucking go—     

“Easy,” Din breathes, and you wonder if he’s said it to keep his own head on his shoulders. “Easy.”

Din’s gravelly rasp cuts through the fog in your head, and stars—you sound like you’re fucking dying. Your wheezy breaths and lightheadedness would certainly suggest that—but no…no, you’re fine. Better than fine.     

A rush so acute and devastating launches up your spine as Din’s patience cracks. He experimentally rolls his hips and that’s the end of it. You’re swallowed up in that riptide you fought so hard to avoid—fuck. You won’t be the same after this. How can you?  

You can feel them both, separated by a thin wall as they sprint towards their own highs. You’re never once left empty—Din reaches the end of you as Paz pulls out and while there’s not exactly any finesse involves it’s the best fucking thing you’ve felt in your entire life. There’s no bickering—no teasing and you’re struck with an idea that makes you clench tight around both of them. You wouldn’t mind if this was the way they decided to settle scores or finally see eye to eye.   

This time you can’t discern your high—just a constant overflow of ecstasy and dazzling arousal like an imploding supernova. You cry their names—sob and shake in their hold with such fervor that Paz traps you tighter between them to keep you still.  

“Fuck—you get so fucking tight,” Paz growls, blunt nails digging into your hips. “And so fucking wet.”

His fingers touch the inside of your thigh and stars—he’s right. “I get to fuck your cunt next time—see how much you’ll drip for me.” 

Even if the blindfold were off—there’d be nothing to see but a white wash of nothing. Blinded by pleasure and bursting at the seems. 

Jealous, Din steals your breath away with a kiss, licking and nipping at your swollen lips until you whine his name. His jagged pants fan across your chin—chapped lips and patchy facial hair tickling across your bottom lip as you breath the same air. 

Din whispers your name like a prayer, his fingers clutching tight around your thighs as his pace starts to flounder to choppy jerks. “Shit. I-I’m close—“

Your fingers twist into his hair. “Yeah—ok baby. Let go.”

Din’s teeth sink into the base of your throat and cums. His seed coats your insides—hot and copious and fucking shit—if there’s a next time you want him to cum in your mouth.      

You don’t get time to relish Din’s stuttered gasps of your name, laced with praise and a show of a tender and bleeding heart before Paz is gathering up your hair in a tight fist and jerking your head up. “You—you want me to cum too? Say it.” 

Without a breath of hesitation you beg for it, cry and arch into him. It does the trick—

Paz is loud—shouts a thunderous roar and buries his cock deep into your hole. Din is still recovering from the aftershocks of his release when Paz pulls out after what seems like ages pumping you full. His cock no longer there to plug you up, his cum begins to dribble out and mix with the mess between your legs. Your legs shake and you wobble--crying out as Din slips out, your body dreadfully empty and aching.     

You're lowered to the mat by Din and if you weren't still trying to formulate words, you'd thank them. Lips dart over your cheeks and hairline, and for once nothing needs to be said. It’s nice...the radiating warmth from their bodies and the simmering flush through you body is something you could get used to. But you’re no stranger to the shifting tides of the future. 

You shrug it off.    

Your eyes are heavy and with one of them stroking your hair and the other your thigh, you drift to sleep. Later—later all unspoken things and disastrous words can be dealt with tomorrow. You must be dreaming when it’s said--careless and bold, but the words nestle into your heart and sprouts with fear. 

“You love her, don't you?” 

translation:

vaar’ika--pipsqueak 

or’dinni--dumbass idiot 

vod--brother/comrade 

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Part 1- ryomen sukuna

"You're emotions will be your downfall young one, try to relax yourself." Gojo senseis words rang in my ear as I got laid out on my back

I settled in my small room placing my bracelets on my dresser before settling on my bed. I placed my head in my hands and tried to suppress my anger that tended to over flow with inconveniences like today. I used the bracelets that were circular to help me control my abilities and it worked till I took them off. Once they were off there was very little chance of me fully being able to control my cursed energy.

Gojo told me to go and relax while the other 3 went on a mission that wouldn't require me cause it wasn't too serious but if back up was needed I would need to stand on call, I could feel my palms already radiating a lot of energy so I went to my room and sat on the floor and began meditating.

After a while I felt better and let out a sigh of relaxation. I got up and removed my shirt standing in my sports bra and my joggers that I had worn with my uniform. I found it easier to move in, easier to fight in than a skirt like most of the females at jujutsu tech wore. And don't get me wrong I had my fair share of skirts for casual days at school but today just wasn't one of those days. I ran the water for my shower and grabbed a large shirt and some panties to sleep in and stripped off the rest of my clothes before stepping into the scorching hot water.I washed away all of today's dirt, grime, and tension and couldn't help but relax more into the hot stream of water. Once I finished washing my hair and body I stepped out and got dressed tossing my dirty uniform into my laundry bin and laying on my bed looking at my phone. Hm.. usually Yuji would text me by now, it's been several hours since the mission and I was beginning to worry.

Eventually I fell asleep not sure what time but when I woke up it was to someone entering my room.

The only other persons with a key were Yuji and kugisaki and I wasn't sure who it was.

"H-hello Yuji..k-kugisaki?" I stuttered trying to control my nerves. My room was dark as hell and I was petrified to step out of bed and light the candles I had on my bedside.

My bracelets had been on the other side of the room so it wasn't any use running for them.

"Mya it's me Yuji"

I felt the familiar energy of Yuji as he neared my room. Usually I could feel sukunas energy as well and I could say me n him have had our exchange of words and it was never pleasant, but something was off.

"I-I almost... didn't make it.." he said and he was looking down the whole time.

I threw the blankets off of me and crawled to The end of my bed and embraced him in a tight hug.

"God, you're okay. I know it's scary almost not making it back.. I gave you guys the key to my place cause sometimes I can't get out of my head after something like that either so you're gonna be okay and you're gonna get stronger from here on."

"You're right, I am gonna get stronger." He said and hugged me tighter and his chin rested on your shoulder. There was a brief silence and he took a couple deep breaths. Something definitely wasn't right, his hold on me got tighter and my nails dug into his back.

"Maybe I'll take you down with me." Another voice, a deeper , repulsive voice said in my ear cutting through the night silence

I attempted to pull away but sukuna laughed at my failed attempt. "Suprise to see me princess? I do play innocent quite well." He said and held me tighter into his chest I looked around nervously and could feel a cold sweat cover my body.

"What the hell do you want! What did you do to yuji?" I said and he chuckled pulling away but keeping me close.

"Nothing, the brat is fine.he's still breathing if that's what you're really concerned about." He smirked in my face. My blood started boiling the longer I stared at his stupid perfect face, the longer I was in his arms the angrier I got.

" don't look so happy princess." He said sarcastically.

I clenched my fist behind him cause my arms were still stuck there.

"Let me go and we can forget about our little encounter here. I'm not gonna hurt you unless you choose to go that route." I said as calmly as I could muster up.

"I'll let you go but you definitely won't forget about this encounter. I'll have my way with you,remember our last little conversation." He said and my eyes widened with fear.

——————flashy back time——————

After the mission and yuji having his heart ripped out his chest by sukuna, I had a couple of colorful words for him every time he showed up.

This time it had been me and him alone in a single room.

"You know, you're quite angry for such a small woman." He said and I glared at him in anger.

I looked over hoping that megumi or kugisaki would wake the fuck up and bust in to help or Gojo would show up before I'm killed or rip this fool limb by limb.

"Fuck off, I just want my friend back. That curse is already done for so what more do you want?" I said looking at him as he smirked down at me from the broken ledge on the wall.

"Don't look up without permission doll face wouldn't wanna punish you." My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and he just fell infront of me and put his fingers together.

Before I could even think it was really just me and him now, nowhere to hide or run. I had to get outta here.

"Domain expansion, innate domain"

I was ready for anything, no matter how quick he was I was gonna stay in my feet ready for anything.

"So this is your form of punishment?quite shitty for the king of curses." I said looking up at him with a smirk.

He looked down at me bored but smirked.  "I could do much worse but I wouldn't wanna split your body in 7 pieces and keep you alive to feel the pain." Quicker than I could process he was behind me and tapped my shoulder and drug his nails down the nape of my neck.

"Boo!" He whispered and when I turned he lifted me off the ground by my neck.

"You're in my territory n-"

"Let her go sukuna" yujis voice sounded and I moved gathered the energy to grab sukunas wrist and I choked out the words.

"Release me" his hand involuntarily opened and I fell to the ground.

"Incredibly annoying you are, just when it was getting fun you show up." He quickly went to attack yuji and once I could breathe in enough oxygen I stood up and grabbed his wrist once again.

"Don't move" I said and he froze but only to look at me and smirk.

"Fine have it your way." He said loudly before he mumbled something to himself. He grabbed my face and his nail cut my lip deeply and as the blood dripped he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip licking it off.

"Don't you worry I'll have my way with you regardless of your feelings" he said and as he put his fingers together  and smirked at me. gojos voice rang in my head pulling me out of whatever the fuck this was.

"Damn that sorcerer." He muttered through gritted teeth before watching me closely.

"Till the next time we're alone princess" he smirked and with that I was held in megumis arms and gojo held yuji over his shoulder with one arm.

"Ahh mya welcome back, hopefully you didn't do something you would regret."

"Other than potentially signing my life over to the 1000 year old demon Inside of itadori yeah I'm fucking amazing" I said my voice laced with sarcasm.

"You didn't do anything sukuna is just a grumpy old man who likes to bother people a little too much. Yes you probably  found a way to antagonize him but I doubt he'll do anything infront of our faces." Kugisaki said and I glared at her as megumi put me down.

"Heh maybe he likes you" she said lowly and a deep blush spread across my face and I looked at her with wide eyes.

"DONT SAY STUFF LIKE THAT! Oh my god, now that sadistic fuck is gonna think he has the right to flirt  and soon enough I'll be dead." I said and walked with her.

He wasn't bad looking.. I know it sounds fucking bad saying a 1000 year old demon with a hawty body and some black tattoos and spiky pink hair is absolutely attractive but that would be one of my biggest secrets till I'm in the fucking grave.

2 nights later after the incident we All had a sleep over in yujis room watching shitty horror films and anime. By the time everyone had fallen asleep I was the the last one awake yuji on his bed, kugisaki on the floor infront of a couch and megumi was gone stating he wasn't about to sleep on anything in yujis room. I laid on the couch and drifted off into a deep sleep.

That night had been so embarrassing for me it wasn't even funny or relatively okay in any matter.

"So now you're in my dreams asshole.." I said and he smirked looking down on me from his throne of bones.

"You should show more respect to your elders princess, plus I'm not doing anything this is all you." He said and soon appeared infront of me and grabbed my face harshly. His sharp nails dug into my cheeks making me whine in pain.

"Oh I love those little sounds you make, I could ruin you alone just hearing that."

My legs trembled as he stared into my soul.

"Your blood is pumping I can practically feel it, hear it, I wanna taste it again. Maybe taste something else too while I'm at it." And my attempt to pull away failed as I fell backwards I landed on blood red silk sheets and a large comfy mattress.

What in the hell was going on!?

I had to muster up some energy to wake myself up but nothing worked.

"Darling relax" he said grabbing a sealed ribbon and tied my wrist together and suddenly my body was frozen and I could feel each and every one of his touches.

I could only fight this mentally but physically I was frozen.

"Agree to relax and take this and I'll take the seal off." He cockily said.

"Fine I agree" I growled under my breath.

There  was a burning or stinging sensation on my thigh and his face was extremely close to mine and his large hand gripped my small wrist as if they were just sticks.

"I'll be addressed as master to you." He said and the stinging sensation on my thigh faded into a pleasurable sting.

The fuck is going on?!

HES TRYNA FUCK ME!

He looked down at me and his large hand rested on my waist while the other pulled off my shorts.

I couldn't move my wrist still and huffed with annoyance.  His lips trailed from my ear down to my collarbone and he took in a deep breath.

" you smell delicious, hope you taste just as good" he said and his hand on my waist tightened.

"There's no running now princess." He smirked down at me and his sharp teeth sunk deeply into my neck.

I screamed in agony but his hand that ripped off my shorts slapped over my mouth and tears poured down my face.

His grip on my waist tightened significantly till it was painful.

"Hopefully I'm not a joke to you still, my punishment are no longer jokes are they princess?"

"N-no they're not" I stuttered from the pain and feeling of blood pouring from my neck.

"Wrong, how do you respond to me bitch!"  He said and his hand was squeezing my ribs tighter by the second.

I whined in pain and I could feel my body giving in and turning against me.

"N-no they're not master" I said lowly, and embarrassed.

"That's right" he said and raked his hand down my body to my privates.

The moment his fingers dipped inside my panties and he used one finger to rub my clit and spread the wetness that formed.

"To think you didn't want me, naughty girl." He mumbled. I whined in response and he laughed.

"Someone's desperate." He mumbled as one of his long, thick fingers slid inside me stretching me.

I wanted to grab his wrist or stop him in some way but I couldn't. I didn't move I couldn't,, I didnt resist him or the intrusive finger.

"S-stop" I stuttered patheticly.

"More you said? Anything for you darling"

"N-NO AGGHH" I screamed in pain as he thrusted another finger in harshly. Tears fell down my face as he looked down at me smirking.

I felt an odd feeling and when I looked down a mouth was on the palm of his hand and started to lap my wetness up.

His long tongue shot out his mouth as his face got closer to mine and he dragged it across my neck lapping up the blood that started to dry.

I let out a soft moan cussing at myself mentally for showing any sign of pleasure. His tongue dragged up my neck and licked away my tears making me shy away and turn my head from his touch.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk Cmon princess I like it when you cry makes me wanna corrupt that innocence even more" he said with a smirk and his lips dragged across my face to my ear.

His fingers were moving at an unbearable pace causing my eyes to roll back and ball my fist as I held in all the noises I wanted to let out so badly. I wasn't about to give in to this and let myself become vulnerable to him, but I already had. I let myself become vulnerable, his fingers were knuckle deep in me, his hand mouth was sucking and licking me as my wetness was dripping out of me onto the sheets.

I felt my stomach tighten and I clenched around his fingers signaling I was close to my relesase.

"Are you gonna cum on my fingers slut? You better beg for it the right fuckin way."

Fuck this is embarrassing. The last fucking thing and the last fucking person I wanna do this with is beg sukuna of all people.

I can't lie to myself and say I hadn't thought of sukuna dominating me but I'd never tell Anyone, I'll never tell them about the past 2 nights of me dreaming of the demon and waking up to soaked panties.

His hand removed itself from my waist and went to my neck and he grabbed onto it with such force and pushed me further into the bed under me.

"Say it" he demanded in a voice deeper and much more seductive.

"I- please, please, make me cum m-master" I said with a red face and my eyes shut from embarrassment.

"Now look me in the face, in my eyes while you cum on my fingers." He said squeezing my throat harder making it hard to breathe.

I could feel that knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter and before I came my eyes slowly opened and all four red eyes above me were staring down at me. My legs shook and I clenched around his fingers as my orgasm rocked my body but I didn't enjoy it due to my lack of air.

"T-too tight" I choked out and my mouth fell open as I struggled to pull in any type of air.

"Gnight" was all he said before I faded into darkness and woke up.

I shot up and I was covered in a thin layer of sweat and saw everyone was asleep. I looked around the room and everyone was fast asleep, I could feel the wetness between my legs and as embarrassing as it was I had to get up and leave or I could not ditch my friends and stay till morning.

I placed my face in the palm of my hands before getting an idea. I looked over at my overnight bag and decided I'll just go commando till morning and make up some excuse to leave.

I got up and walked into the bathroom, this was feeling really embarrassing and I'm gonna live with this for the rest of my life.

After peeling off my underwear and cleaning myself off with a wet paper towel so I wouldn't feel sticky while I slept, I walked out and placed the underwear in my sweatpants pocket and walked over to my bag placing them inside and zipping it up.

When I turned around I could see the smaller eyes on yuji open up and he smirked at me. His eyes

Opened as well and the black marks appeared.

Oh No,no, no,NO!

"Hopefully you're stretched enough darling I won't be so gentle next time" he licked his fingers and with that he was gone and it was just yujis sleeping figure sprawled out on the bed.

Suddenly feeling very cold in this room I tip toed back under my large blanket on the couch and tried to fall back asleep.

—————————flashback over——————————

  I glared into his red eyes with nothing but anger. "Don't look so happy again princess?" He said getting in my personal space.

"Who? me? Happy to see you? Give me a damn good reason why I should be." I spat with a smirk on my face.

"I think you could vividly remember a reason to be so happy to see me. I Gave you the best damn orgasm of your life, on top of that in your sleep" he retorted as his arms loosened their grip on me and I was able to push him back hard enough to put distance between us.

"Fuck you, I couldn't stop that if I tried." I said looking away with a blush covering my cheeks.

"hard to believe when you were as wet as you were. Let's not forget whose in charge here either." He said and in a flash he was hovering over me and my body was being pushed into the mattress under me.

"You've been on the brats mind a lot and vulgar thoughts might I add. So I took an interest in you as well and actually made the initiative to get you." His grip never loosened on my wrist as he leaned in more. "We're bound one way or another. you get the best of both worlds till death due you part." He said smirking down at me.

"What the hell do you mean by bound and best of both worlds." I said and he bought his mouth closer to my neck and took in a deep breath.

"The brat has feelings for you, me and you we have our arrangements now. Once your soul leaves your body, once you're dead, you're mine and you'll be stuck with me in my domain." An image flashed in my head once he finished his last sentence and it was his stupid signature smirk with a hand around my throat holding me close, my back to his chest and we were seating on his throne.

"But I think you'll find out soon enough about " he bit down and I gasped loudly. I couldn't scream or make a sound. My mouth hung open and no sounds came out.

"Silent and obedient. Like a little bitch" he said and drug his tongue over the bleeding skin on my neck.

I could feel my body burning and the rage over flowing.

"I'll never be your bitch of all people." I said turning my head and whispering in his ear.

"I'd relax if I was you, I can handle angry people in a heartbeat." He growled pressing himself into my neck firmly.

"You swear you're the biggest thing out there but here's a reality check, you aren't shit and the real bitch here is you." I said loud and clear making him pull back and stare me down. He moved to sit back and rested his body weight on my thighs.I couldn't move my hands and when I looked up there were ribbons holding my wrist to the bed frame. With a flick of his wrist all the candles in my room were lit.

"You're a fool. I'm not gonna kill you yet, just teach you a lesson. I can deal with brats and bitches, you just happen to be both."  He ripped off itadoris top tossing the shreds elsewhere and I looked away flustered as I tried not to look at his perfectly sculpted body.

A hand grabbed my face harshly and I was met with his Ruby red eyes staring deep into my soul and his smirk widened.

"Don't look away if you enjoy the view so much" he said and I squirmed but his grip tightened and he tossed my head back harshly to hit my pillows.

Within less than a second my shirt was gone and I was left in my underwear which was beyond embarrassing.

" your arousal is strong,pitiful" he said running his large hand over my face and gave me an experimental slap on the cheek.

My eyes went wide and I tightened my fist. It was a shock of pain and burning pleasure you would feel from spanking but it felt different on the face.

He leaned forward connecting our lips and his long tongue pushed forward past my lips and into my mouth.then I finally kissed back not really having an option.

His tongue was dominating the make out session and I didn't even attempt to fight him back as I would most definitely make him even more mad than I already had.

He pulled back and two arms formed from under his original set of arms with sickening noises to go along with it.

His arms held him up while his second set of arms pulled my underwear off and tossed them elsewhere.

"You're soaked, now if you really want something let's see if you remember my name." He looked down at me with a piercing gaze.

I was too ashamed to meet his gaze. I was very aroused and there was no hiding that from the king of curses..

"Being Difficult I see. Don't worry I'll get it out of you sooner or later." One of his hands ran down my body from my breast to my belly button piercing and tugged on it lightly. I gasped and choked back an insult to the demon straddling my body.

His hand trailed lower and he smirked at me and I felt something warm and wet trail up my slit and I squirmed from his touch. I was ashamed with myself for feeling any type of pleasure and I couldn't even look at him.

Two of his fingers roughly pushed their way into me and I whined in embarrassment for finding pleasure in this,from him.

The  same sensation from before was back and before I had the chance to pull or squirm away from him one arm wrapped around my throat freezing me and causing my body to react.

"Someone liked that a lot, let's see how you react to

This" his voice rumbled deeply as I let another whine slip as his fingers moved slowly.

I couldn't turn my head but one of his arms grabbed a candle that was closest to my bed and once it was in my view my eyes went wide.

He slowly poured the hot wax onto my stomach and moved upwards pouring some on my breast making my breaths short. It suddenly was a lot harder to breathe as I felt the wax cooling on my burning skin.

I allowed a small moan to slip and his long tongue shot out his mouth and licked away a stray tear that fell down my face.

" seeing you cry makes me wanna corrupt you a little more. You're mostly innocent, pure almost." He said with a groan and used his knee to spread my legs a little more. He curled his thick fingers and they hit a spot in me that hasn't been explored

"I-oh fuck" I moaned again and my hips bucked into his fingers involuntarily my walls clenched.

"Now, What's my name?" He growled in my ear and his voice only made me me a lot wetter.

I still refused to say it, I wasn't about to call him master, or king, or DADDY.  It's not gonna fucking happen.

"G-go to hell" I moaned out making his grip on my neck harder than before.

He reached for another candle and I prepared myself for the burning sensation and felt it on my stomach again but it trailed lower. He poured it on my thighs and placed it next to the other and removed the hand from my neck and his fingers stilled inside of me and the tears in my eyes kept falling. I really wanted to cum, I really need to.

He looked down at me and chuckled.

"How pathetic, you look ravishing like this, at my mercy. But, you won't beg for me your body is telling me one thing but your mouth says nothing and your mind says it all" he morphed his body back and had two arms again.

"How bout I ask you nicely once more and the next time, ill just drill you into the mattress till your screaming it." His voice seemed to drop or get deeper but i was Lovin it. "What's my name princess?"

"S-sukuna....R-Ryōmen Sukuna" I said with a smirk and he frowned before he bit down on my lip harshly and I could feel the blood pour from my lip and down my cheek.

I smirked as he pulled away before snatching his as I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth watching his eyes go wide as I bit his right back drawing blood. His hand wrapped around my throat and he shoved me down into the pillow roughly.

"You little vixen, I'll have your head on a stake and fed to the hounds for that." He growled making me clench around nothing and my eyes roll back.

My release had been so close and he decided to fuck with that so I was gonna fuck with him but I wasn't aware that it would backfire so quickly.

"Or maybe I'll just take you here, how I want, with you chanting my name like it's a damn prayer"  he tightened his grip even more and I couldn't even claw at his wrist to stop.

I was practically shaking under him more with anticipation than fear. I didn't know if I should feel this way with him, if I should just let him do the things I've only thought about him doing to me, doing the things I've only dreamt of someone doing to me.

I could feel my stomach turning in the best way possible all while it was the worse, I was gonna be ruined.

"Gotta love virgins, you get so worked up so easily and it's fun to corrupt and break you" he said as I squirmed in a failed attempt to get away.

His fingers drug down my body and dipped into my folds again and watched as my juices covered them easily.

I hadn't opened my eyes due to the burning blush that covered my face from pure embarrassment. "Open your eyes darling, look at the mess this cunt made all for me and I'm not gonna ask nicely the second time." He said in a singing tone

I opened my eyes slowly and his fingers lingered infront of my mouth.

"Now open wide." He demanding and I turned my head away earning a disappointing growl from the deepest pit of sukunas throat. "Difficult fucking brat." He mumbled and harshly grabbed my jaw and pressed on the sides to forcefully pry my jaw open.

"Bite me and you won't see tommorow" his voice promising and hard as he forced his fingers into my mouth swirling them around my tongue and pulling them out.

He mumbled about how perfect my mouth was and how he wanted it wrapped around his cocks.

I'm sorry did this man just say COCKS..aS in more than 1....

"The more you act like a brat the more tempted i am to ruin both of these tight holes with both my cocks. So I would sit there and behave if I were you princess or don't if you wanna be ruined" he said removing his bottoms and pushing my knees to my chest in a breeding position with our faces mere inches apart.

"This slutty fucking cunt is so wet, I bet you wanted this didn't you?" He said rubbing the head of his cock against my clit and awaiting hole.

I couldn't reply I was at lost for words as small shocks of pleasure were sent up my spine from my core.

"I expect an ANSWER" he said slapping the absolute shit out of my thigh causing an unexpected moan to slip out my mouth.

"Fuck!y-yes" I admitted as he smirked proudly above me.

The red tip of his cock pushed into me and I instantly felt like I was being split in half  and the smirk on his face said he knew. "If you don't relax you'll bleed" he grunts out

He kept going till each and every inch was inside of me and the tears on my face were continuously replaced with fresh ones as they rolled down my neck.

Once he bottomed out he immediately pulled back out and back into me.

"G-god fuck please nghh- wait"

"I'll try to take it slow, once you start moaning like a whore I won't hold back." He licked the shell of my ear causing me to squirm Even more under his gaze.

The pain continued to spread to my stomach and cervix in the position I was in it wouldn't feel better anytime soon but as he thrusted slowly in and out of me it subsided into a pleasurable sting.

"Clench around me like that again, just like you did my fingers." I did as I was told and he pulled all the way out before slamming back into me brutally.

He kept that same brutal pace and I moaned loudly almost screaming but his hand covered my mouth as he manifested a mouth into his palm.

It shoved its tongue down my throat swallowing up my moans. "My perfect little slut. Your tight little cunt takes me so well" he growled and picked up

The pace making my eyes  roll into the back of my head.

He moved his hand and bought his face closer pressing his thumb to my bottom lip.

" open your mouth"

"W-why"

"You have no say so in what you do and don't wanna do" he said and forced my lips apart and grabbed my tongue watching my saliva drip out and coat his fingers.

"Such a wet, warm mouth." He groaned and gave me a hard thrust causing me to squeak.

Drool slipped out the corners of my mouth as his nail pierced my tongue drawing blood and causing it to pool in my throat and on his finger.

I clenched around him as he continued to fuck me harder with no remorse what so ever. The knot in my stomach tightened more as he started to hit that special spot in me over and over again.

"Open wide" he laughed and pulled my tongue harder and allowed his saliva to drip down his tongue and into my mouth onto my tongue.

Look, I was into some pretty kinky shit but when he let his saliva in my mouth I wanted to barf, better yet slap the shit out of him.

His fingers curled around my neck and the mouth he manifested sucked a harsh purple mark onto my throats a he fucked into me harder than before.

"Swallow"

And with that I did he released my tongue .I am..DISGUSTED. His hand squeezed my throat to feel me swallow and he released me pushing my legs into my chest further.

It was a spur of the moment dealio but I really wanted to cum and I couldn't if I didn't listen to this dumb fuck.

"P-please 'm gonna cum"

"Are you now? With whose permission doll face?" He smirked at me in a mocking manner.

His thrust never faltered as I pulled at the sealed ribbons around my wrist.

"Don't fight them it'll get tighter and snap your wrist, quit being stubborn and tell me my name, maybe I'll consider not fucking you till you pass out."

I clenched around him as my legs started to cramp due to the position I was in.

"Oh? Maybe you want me to do that. Ruin your little cunt then move on to your ass, or fuck that warm throat till you're choking and clawing at me to stop"

"Please I-I needa cum" I pathetically begged the 1000 year old sex god above me.

Even listening to the squelching sounds coming from my body I was embarrassed I was outright shocked.

The way his nails were digging into the soft flesh of my thighs was almost enough to push me over but what really pushed me over to my first orgasm was when he pushed me deeper into the mattress by my throat and had my ankles in his other hand pushing me down further as he fucked me raw. My body was bent in a way I couldn't imagine and he was loving every second till he pressed down on my tummy with a third arm.

"I'm practically in your guts, now be a good girl and cum so I can fuck it back in you while I cum"

He gave my throat one more squeeze and I released all over him with a loud moan that he cut off by shoving his tongue down my throat. His grip tightened on my ankles and I could feel the way he thrusted deeply and every inch of him twitching inside of me.

I let my tears fall freely and I failed to take in enough air while his tongue was down my throat.

"Dirty dirty girl creaming all over your masters cock look at the fuckin mess you made" he said finally releasing my legs and pulling his cock out and grabbing a wad of my hair to pull my face down and look at his still very much hard erection covered from tip to base in cum.

"Now, I bet you'll say my name." He

He grabbed my wrist that were previously tied up and held them in his large hands.

He flipped me onto my stomach and I groaned at the pain in my abdomen and soreness that set in my legs.

Everything was on display for him my cum covered thighs, my cunt that was dripping with not only my own arousal but his as well.

He went all in the moment he pushed my back to arch and my hips upwards in the air.

"You're soaked and your bed is too bet you want more dont ya? That burning little fire in you finally got a taste of something that's not your fingers stuffed in that cunt.something much bigger" he stopped and pulled out dragging the head up and down my slit collecting the juices that dared to fall on my bed.

"I'll keep giving it to you but just say my name and I'll fuck you so good mmhmmm so fucking good." He slowly pushed himself in driving me absolutely nuts.

My nails dug into the pillow that he pinned my wrist to.

"Y-yes yes I want more..fuck.." my face burned and he ran his other hand down my back to smooth over my ass.

I waited for an impact or anything but I only felt his dick sliding into me slowly.

" my name pretty girl, tell me my name let me hear it loud and clear, let me hear it while you cry." He pushed my hips back onto him causing a moan to fall from my swelled lips.

"Fuck m-master" it was muffled by the pillows but it put a smirk on sukunas face and hissed his dick very much hard.

I could feel his dick twitch in me and I could feel something else poking at me and I internally screamed as his other dick manifested just as big probably thicker than the other but maybe it was my fucked out head.

"Louder" he growled slamming his hips into me.

"OH FUCK MASTER PLEASE" I screamed with the side of my face on the pillow. My mouth was opened and drool fell onto my pillow but it was cut short as his fingers pushed down on my tongue but i Was gonna rile him up some more.

I swirled my tongue around his fingers and sucked on them.

" if you wanted to suck a lil dick you should've said so" the mouth on his palm voiced.

This made him shove those fingers further down my throat and when I didn't gag he let out a dark chuckle.

"Can't wait for you to take this cock down your throat" his loud voice echoed off the walls on the room.

His pace only seemed to get faster and harder making me moan with each stroke around his soaked fingers.

"Don't scream too loud darling someone might think I'm killing you instead of your pussy." He took his coated fingers out of my mouth so my moans soon became muffled by the pillow under me as he forcefully turned my head.

Sukuna had an internal debate with his own desires and what would keep you alive tomorrow.

Those fingers were either gonna stretch her other hole or he was gonna spank the brat out of her till her ass was raw and bleeding.

Maybe just maybe he'd hurt his ego and he'll save the anal play For your next hook up..

His bruising thrust continued and his anger from his little internal battle seemed to boil over to his hips causing these bruising thrust to pound my cervix.

"Fuck it DAMN IT" he said and slapped the fuck out my ass jolting my body forward. He was quick to grab my hips and pull my body back onto his cock.

"MASTER PLEASE" I cried into the pillow with a moan.

"Sorry can't hear you" he grunted loudly

He slapped me again much harsher than the last one and the tears fell out of my eyes but the burn was one that shouldn't have been so pleasant and it only fed that fire in me causing my body to take it and my walls fluttered and clenched around sukuna.

"Enjoying it much?" His sarcasm dripped like venom.

He smacked my ass again and gripped the flesh and pulled it as I moaned into the pillow while I cried my poor soul into it.

" you should thank me, you finally called me by my name and you came" he moved his other hand from my wrist to the back of my neck and pulled my face up and hauled his movements to lean forward and examine my face. In the process of doing so his cock sunk all the way into me and deeper.

"I said thank me you slut" he growled in my ear and spanked me again with a lot more force.

This pulled a whine from the deepest part of my throat and my eyes to squeeze shut.

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CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC

Uhhhhh I feel like I should give this a title but I have no idea what to call so uh, nevermind !!

Anyways,I finally finished the fic I said I was writing like,a month ago lol. All my Chameron stans out there this one's for u,I rlly hope at least one person enjoys this,I rlly enjoyed writing it !! Ok sappy stuff outta the way,here it is:

As rain pounded against the window Charlie sent what was probably the thousandth crumpled ball of paper across the room.

"Jesus Charlie,is your arm not getting tired?"

Charlie smirked at that, clearly preparing to make a dirty minded joke,but a thoroughly exhausted Richard Cameron was already one step ahead.

"You know what,forget I asked, you're gross."

Getting up from the seat at his desk and ignoring an indignant retort from Charlie, Cameron thought of the rest of his friends,out for the weekend. Todd and Neil celebrating their one year anniversary, Meeks and Pitts embarking on a two day road trip,for what they still claimed to be, entirely platonic reasons (although the rest of the poets were all too aware of the almost palpable romantic tension between them). Even Knox had found something to do with himself on this miserable Friday night.

And here Cameron was,stuck in his dorm with nothing but stacks of extra homework and his obnoxious roommate to keep him company.

Speaking of that obnoxious roommate, "Oh come on Cam,you're not seriously going to bed already,it's barely eight!"

"Shut up Dalton,I'm tired."

Refusing to admit defeat, Charlie sprung from his own bed into Cameron's, attempting to wrestle the poor boy from his comfortable position.

"Charlie,get off you psycho!" Cameron managed to get out, already laughter threatening to give away just how welcome his friend's childish antics were.

After a few more minutes of "fooling around" as Charlie insisted on calling it (mostly because of how profusely it made Cameron blush),the two boys lay breathless beside each other,trying desperately to think of something else to do that would ward off impending boredom.

After a few moments of comfortable silence,Charlie suggested,looking expectantly towards the ginger, "Wanna go to the cave?"

With extreme,mind numbing boredom as motivation, it was inevitable that Cameron would say yes. It certainly helped that Charlie was gazing at him with those oh-so convincing doe eyes of his. Charlie Dalton and his stupid,gorgeous eyes. And his stupid,gorgeous smile,which Cameron was abso definitely not thinking about as he got up and grabbed his coat.

The two boys trudged through the woods,bickering lightly when Cameron complained of the cold that Charlie apparently couldnt feel at all,but always with an unusually friendly air between them. Before long they were sat together in the middle of the cave,sharing an apple that Cameron had managed to salvage from somewhere (a feat Dalton was of course impressed by),and trading stories of girls and parties galore. In Cameron's case, the stories of girls were few and the parties were from years long before even middle school,so Charlie did most of the talking.

After a while though,the boys came to discussing their friends,and the luck they all seemed to have in finding each other so easily. Charlie, ever the romantic,made no waste of his extensive vocabulary,tediously lamenting on all the opportunities of love he had missed and the everlasting loneliness he was doomed to,all because his dashing knight in shining armour would never come to find him and-

"Why dont *you* just find somebody?"

Charlie,still sprawled dramatically over a rock ,and mildly offended at the interruption,indignantly questioned "What do you mean?"

"What I said? You dont just have to wait around for somebody to come find you and fall madly in love. Why don't *you* just find somebody?"

He thought for a moment,taken aback by the ginger's harsh words,but eventually decided to humout him for a moment.

"And where exactly do you suggest I find him then, hm?"

Cameron shifted in his seat,not expecting to be taken seriously and certainly not prepared to be giving advice. Especially not *this* kind of advice. Especially not to *charlie*.

"Well,uh," he looked up to see the other boy looking at him expectantly,with that ever-present smirk on his face that, oddly enough,made Cameron feel a little more comfortable.

"Maybe,you could,I don't know, consider that the guy you're looking for has been here the whole time?"

"Wow Cam,Pittsie and Meeks' radio must've really gotten to you. All those love songs have turned you into a big softie." Charlie joked,grinning and nudging Cameron playfully.

Through a soft laugh,Cameron continued, "No I'm serious man,I think you're making this whole love thing way harder for yourself. I mean- and be honest with me, what's actually wrong with the guys at our school?"

"Other than the fact that about three quarters of them are raging heterosexuals?"

Laughing again,Cameron replied "yeah,other than that."

After about zero seconds of careful consideration,he had come to a conclusion, "Well,I guess nothing,but I dont know? Cameron, I don't see how this changes-"

"It *changes* things because clearly you don't anything about half the guys at our school. And you can't write off people you don't even know." At some point, Cameron had gotten up and started pacing around,but with the end of this triumphant speech,he finally sat down,a little closer to the other boy than he had been before.

Charlie looked across at Cameron and was suddenly met with a wave of fondness. Weird,how all it took was to sit and talk for a while before someone you thought you near hated,started to feel like your favorite person in the world. And,was he going completely crazy or Cameron at his most comfortable, without the fear of a teacher lurking nearby,without the stress of constantly trying to prove himself,was he... A little..... attractive??

All at once,Charlie made a decision,partly to try and prove himself wrong,but also because hey,if Richard Cameron was the surprise love of his life,what better time to figure it out than right now?

"So how,sir Richard Cameron,do you propose I get to know all these charming suitors?"

Cameron, completely in the dark about Dalton's recent epiphany,was still stubbornly trying to explain how much easier Charlie's love life could be,if only he would let it.

"Well,maybe by actually talking to them? Y'know,kind of like,What we're doing right now."

"So,what you're saying is,*you* could be my knight in shining armor," he said with a smirk.

"Well,that's not what-"

"No,no it's fine,as long as we're talking about this version of you. Regular Cameron is kind of a buzzkill but Cave Cam is actually a kind of.... And I can't believe I'm saying this but,in here,like this...well. You're actually a little hot."

After this, overwhelmingly romantic confession, Charlie was certain he had completely stuffed it,and sure enough,

"Gee Charlie,thanks. Really makes me wanna ride into the sunset with you." To say Cam's ego had been hit was an understatement,but before he could make a swift exit from the cave and lock himself,alone,in his dorm for the rest of the weekend,of course Dalton kept talking.

"God,I'm sorry,that was, I have no idea why I said that. I thought I was being funny but out loud- god I'm so sorry," while he had initially been mad,seeing Charlie fucking Dalton blush (and because of *him* no less) was rather funny. And sure,a little cute. So Cameron decided to hear him out.

"Can I start over? You're not saying anything so I'm gonna start over. I,uh, I really do think you're hot. Like really hot. And not just right now,all the time,like that time we were at rowing practice and I started pushing you around and we ended up on the floor and I saw like,a single sliver of skin because your sweater had ridden up,and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day,which I thought was a little weird but then-"

"Uh,I think I get it,Charlie." Now Cameron was the one blushing.

"Uh,sorry. What I meant was,that I *do* think you're hot l-"

"As you've said"

"Yeah,yeah,but it's more than that. Like,when I realized we'd basically be spending the whole weekend alone together,I was actually sorta excited for that,even though I knew I'd just be sitting by you while you did homework the whole time,I like,wanted to do that. And tonight,I haven't talked like this with anyone who isn't Neil like,ever. What I mean is,I guess,is that,I think that uh,"

Deciding to lighten the mood,Cameron tried for a little sarcasm, "Wow,Dalton, stuttering? I must be superman or something."

"I'm trying to be romantic here Carrot top," Charlie said with a grin,

"Listen,I don't really know what I'm doing here,but I think it might be kinda nice if we tried having a little romantic weekend of our own. Just to try it. If it totally sucks we can pretend it never happened and the others don't have to know about it and-"

"Charlie."

"Yeah?"

"Relax," Cameron said with yet another laugh ,he didn't think he laughed like this since... Well,he couldn't even remember.

So with a radiant smile on his face,he said,"A romantic weekend of our own sounds amazing. Gotta warn you tho I'm not a great kisser."

"Well, lucky for you I am a great teacher," Charlie replied,with a somehow even bigger smile on his face than Cameron's,

"Why are you laughing,I *am* a great teacher!" Unfortunately for Charlie,his indignance only made Cameron laugh harder.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"If you shut up and stop laughing,maybe you'll get to." After this was all it took to get the ginger to sober up, the look on his face pushed Charlie to make his final,but (in his opinion) most important decision of the night.It was high time he flirt with Cameron way more often (which was *very* difficult to explain to the other poets,at least the first time).

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Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

[vrnicky]

I still farm boy's shirt.

It's my shirt now.

You won't Take it from me.

Even if it's tight in the boobies

We have some spicy, I see? ;)

I dont know if you take the shirt already being something with them or not but lets go that you just steal it lol

Lur: so thats why he couldn't find it! You had it! For a couple of minutes you were able to see all his ecto in his torso while he is looking for something to put on, he didn't even look at you completely but the shirt, you can have it!

Farren: so you killed him? The fact of using his ecto only instead of another shirt in top of what you're using right now is already bad for him, now, its look on you for some.. reason ;)) so he will try to avoid it, its a gift for you now and he run away

Vega: oh sweets, this is how you pay him after he got your mail? What a really nice gift ;) you better run he will let his ecto and not gonna use skirts to bother you more until well, you give him his shirt or you grab him

Carrot: the only one who actually would have one shirt down that one, it looks better on you that him huh, you can have it if you want but please give it back later.. no? Then come back here!!

Nicte: bold of to assume he wouldn't jump over you calling you a really nice looking thief ;) and dont think that would end there because one, he would flirt HARD on you, two, you will get some grabby grabby thanks to him and three, If you try something else like a kiss, expect something more... aka he stealing the shirt outta you

Balam: his face is full of blush that he lost his confidence boost, he will look at other place asking for his shirt since.. his ecto is showing and he needs it. No? What do you mean its yours now? Its mine!! If you're able to run away he will groan a little and grab another one but.. his magic is in you now ;)

Garo: you look so comfy! Well, its a little tight for you.. maybe he can give you one bigger so you can be more comfortable? He dont mind! And thats how the man you steal the shirt of actually give you one

Bosco: that thing is huge for you but it covers the necessary, he will want to touch a little how big it is actually but will hold himself and just ask for it even if he is expecting a no which would make no change, he is leaving the room too embarrassed even more than just going outside with no shirt

[guu]

This will be long and purely for ppl concerned abt my situation who dont already know it. It gets a bit graphic; it is abt abuse afterall

alright, so i feel like for any curious parties i should go ahead and air out my personal laundry regarding my living situation, ya kno, since i’ve already had people telling me i should have just murdered my partner by now,

and i’ve had so-called concerned asks abt my kids in the past that any actual asks in good faith i’m instantly paranoid of (ex: so why do you willingly (yes, willingly) keep your kids in an abusive household) *before i was able to start amassing funds and making solid plans to get us out of here.

abuse looks different everywhere. i can see why people would wonder of the state of my children. i’m not saying “harhar well my situation aint THAT bad i mean he’s not a drunkard beating us on the regular” no no, i am a broken man.

like, mentally and emotionally.

but first, to my sweet children. xander and leon, going on 10 and 2 respectively. i bat heads with charles (my partner) when the need arises to keep them safe physically, emotionally, and mentally. perhaps i’ve been more battered because of, but i can take it for them. so no, i haven’t been a wimp who simply hasn’t learned karate to protect us (wtf? yes i was told that)

xander is a lively and enthusiastic kid, very empathetic and funny. he loves school, undertale, baldi’s basics, animal crossing, writing stories, making art, playing with his lil sibling, you name it. he’s inspiring. and yes, he loves his father very much.

previously when it seemed i would be able to get us in to live with my mom, unbeknownst that her situation wouldn’t allow for it, and she simply told me far too late bc she didn’t wanna hurt me. xander made it very clear he didn’t want us to split. he cried. he would ask not to talk about the subject.

all this has put indecision in me. i mean, he would be hurt, even if i could explain why it needs to be done. but staying with charles hurts him, in ways i don’t think he understands bc no, his spirit remains shining, unbroken. and i’m thankful for that and want to keep things that way.

at some point when he was younger i’d found out that charles had decided suddenly that xander was old enough to spank. he has it pretty solid in his mind that some level of physical discipline is needed to avoid “what happened with (me)” ie, my parents “spoiling” me. (even tho my actual at one point drunken bastard dad spanked me and it didn’t help.

i had to actually link him to articles on why, no, hitting ur kids isn’t doing what u want it to do, and could even do the opposite, but above all else tf is wrong with u? stop it, and hammer it in at every turn to chip him down till he finally agreed to stop.

i breathed a sigh of relief, now leon would be spared that once the bastard decided they were old enough.

that’s that part outta the way. as for me physically it doesn’t happen anymore but i have been smacked, punched in the stomach, choked, thrown down, raped at gunpoint, and put into submission holds.

he’s still a felon for one of those!

presently, he’s mostly just a fucking grump and a constant downer, a stressor on me greatly. he’s out of work and still sits on his ass playing video games making me do everything. bc he gaslights me that i put it upon myself to do everything bc i “dont like the way he does it” which is either far far too late or not at all unless i remind him 50 times, which ofc pisses him off and makes me a nag.

he’s cheated on me, repeatedly flirted with women, forced me off HRT and i’m currently pretending not to be a man to keep the peace, as he has stated he’s straight and could not continue to love me if i kept on my transition.

i’ll know more tomorrow abt solid PLANS but I've had to tell myself the reason why things will work this time is bc I've got my own source of income now. And with a car I won't lose it.

I'm not scared of the powerlessness of living off someone else and the constant threat of homelessness. Honestly Charles is so bad with money I'm quite optimistic. Itll be a relief actually having all the bill's only in my name. Last year's tax returns he nearly gave me an ulcer spending 1k on a gacha game.

I've heard p much everything someone's 2 cents have been in my 11 years with this man, and yes I shoulda booked it a longgg time ago but the past is outta my hands. What matters is I'm doing it now.

I'm tired. So tired. But I'm fighting back still. My kids are ok and I'll do whatever it takes to see to it that it stays that way under my care.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

With All Your Heart -Part 6

I had been at the Gala for an hour now and i was already bored! Steve came walking over smiling, looking handsome as always.

"Ladies, your all looking lovely"

"Thank you Steven, you dont look bad yourself" i replied looking him up and down.

"Oh we know we look great" Nat added, she was always so sure of herself. "Wheres Buck, his normally joined at your hip" Nat asked Steve and i waited to hear his reply, I hadnt seen Bucky since he left to get ready for the Gala.

"His around here somewhere..... think some girl caught his eye when we got here" Steve said as he turned to look around the room for Bucky "oh there he is!" He pointed to the back bar where Bucky was stood close to a pretty red head, his hand resting on her lower back as he laughed at something she said. What the hell was he doing??? We had only just sorted things out from this morning and now he was flirting with another woman!!

"You okay Doll?" Steve suddenly asked leaning in closer so only i could hear him. I forced a smile and nodded before ordering a large whisky.

"I hate these things is all, id much rather be curled up on the sofa watching some trashy TV"

"Yeah me too"

"These places are just full of fake people, they pretend to be your friend and act like they give a shit but then once they get they want from you they ignore you and move onto the next shiny new toy"

"Wow... okay. Someone really doesnt like this Gala!" Steve chuckled, i shrugged and downed my drink before waving down the bar tender for another, my eyes wandering over to where Bucky was still too close to that bitch!!

The dance floor was pretty packed, even more so when a slow song started.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Steve suddenly asked holding out his hand to me.

"Of course" i nodded slipping my hand into his, his free hand slipped around my waist pulling me closer. We danced for a few songs, i caught Bucky looking over with a clenched jaw but i ignored him. I was just dancing with Steve i wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Mind if i cut in Cap?" Tony suddenly appeared, Steve smiled and stepped aside letting Tony take his place.

"You look beautiful" he smiled at me.

"What do you want?" I asked raising my eyebrow in question, Tony only ever gave me compliments when he wanted something!

"Nothing! Im just telling my baby sister that she looks beautiful. Is that a crime?"

"I suppose not"

"But i do need you to go on a mission with Steve tomorrow"

"There it is"

"It'll be fine, come by the conference room at 8am and i'll go through the details with you both"

"Fine. Can i leave now, have i been here long enough yet?"

"Your not having fun?"

"No ive got a really bad headache...."

"If you really want to leave i wont stop you but id like for you to stay a bit longer"

"I'll try but if i leave you know why".

I stayed for a few more drinks and then said goodnight to everyone and made my way to the elevator. I hit the call button then heard my name being called from behind. Bucky!

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked looking genuinely concerned.

"Im going to bed" i said coldly not even looking at him.

"Well i'll come with you..." he said as the doors opened, i stepped into the elevator but held my held out to stop him.

"I just want to be alone right now, go back to the party"

"Doll is everything okay?"

"You better get back before the red head wonders where you are" i said shaking my head in disbelief as the doors shut,

I heard him call out to me just before the elevator started up to my floor. When the doors opened a very out of breath Bucky was waiting "Y/N, please talk to me"

"I have nothing to say" i shrugged walking past him towards my room.

"Why are you so mad? I was only talking to her"

"Didn't look like that Buck. When Nat asked Steve where you were you wanna know what he said? Some girl caught your eye when you walked in, then he points you out.... you looked really cozy"

"She's just a friend...."

"Guess we've got that in common then because i clearly don't mean anything else to you" 

"I dont understand why this has got you so upset....."

"You don't understand why I'm pissed off that once again after I've let you fuck me, you choose to ignore me AGAIN!! Then when i do see you your all over another woman??"

"I wasn't ignoring you, i hadn't seen you arrive yet...."

"Maybe this was a mistake with us Buck, I'm clearly not what you want"

"But you are! I swear to god!" He looked panicked suddenly and tried to take hold of my hand but i pulled away before he could.

"Doll, please believe me! Im begging you. Your the only girl i wanna be with"

"You keep saying that!" I snapped "You've got a funny way of showing me that you really want this. Look, im leaving tomorrow for a couple of days so you should think about what you really want. We can discuss what this is when i get back"

"Your leaving?? Where are you going?"

"Tony said I've got a mission with Steve, we're briefing in the morning"

"Oh....."

"I should get some sleep, busy day tomorrow" i said casually unlocking my door "you should go back to the party, your friend will be wondering where you are"

"Screw the party and i don't give a shit about her. I don't want you going to bed mad at me doll..... please? Let me come in?"

"You can come in but im not having sex with you! Im holding out on you until i believe you really want this"

"Okay thats fine, i just want to be with you".

I tried to stay mad at Bucky but i just couldn't, when i got up to head to bed i asked him if he was coming.... no funny business! We'd just be sleeping, i was gonna stick to my guns about the no sex thing even if it was torturing me too! Bucky was currently acting as big spoon, his body pressed against mine and his arm wrapped around my waist.... it made me want him even more!! But i stayed strong and finally fell asleep.

When i woke up i was still wrapped in his arms and i couldnt help but smile. He pulled me closer and buried his face in my neck where he started kissing that sweet spot behind my ear, i let out a moan and ground my ass back against his crotch making him hiss.

"Your killing me doll" he mumbled and i chuckled "its not funny!"

"Im sorry i didnt mean to! Its your own fault, you know what it does to me when you kiss me there"

"Hmmm i do" he said as i felt his hand move lower and start to slip into my shorts.

"Erm Buck what are you doing.... i thought i said no sex?"

"I know what you said, this isnt sex..... this is me making you feel good. Let me make you feel good baby.... i bet your already soaked"

His fingers were suddenly inside my panties working me open, i couldnt help the moans that left my mouth! He pressed two fingers into my throbbing hole and started pumping them in and out as he kissed my neck.... i could feel him grinding against my ass for some relief which drove me crazy!! I didnt stop him, if it was helping him get off he could carry on.

"Fuck baby your close, i can feel you squeezing the shit outta my fingers" he said before he moved his thumb to rub my clit, that extra attention was enough to send me screaming over the edge.

"Shit Bucky..... you are a god with those hands of yours!" I said trying to catch my breath "You need some help with that?" I asked looking at his raging hard boner.

"Its okay, i'll sort it out later...."

"Dont be silly.... you used your hands on me its only fair i return the favour" i smirked as i reached inside his boxer briefs and pulled out his hard cock.

He moaned as soon as my fingers made contact with him.

"Oh fuck..... god that feels fucking amazing!! Spit on it baby get it nice and wet" he said with closed eyes.

"Ive got a better idea...." i said getting up to take off my shorts and panties, his eyes went wide and he smiled.

"Don't get any ideas..... i meant it Buck no sex until i believe you mean it"

"Oh baby i believe it trust me!"

I chuckled as i straddled his thighs and lowered myself just enough to rub my slick over his cock.

"Jesus christ!" I moaned "i dont know who im punishing more with this no sex shit!"

"Definitely me! You know how fucking tempted i am to just slip inside you.... i want your pussy so bad baby"

"Fuck it!" I suddenly said lining him up with my entrance and quickly sinking down onto him. I caught him by surprise and he gripped my hips as he cried out in ecstasy.

"Doll you coulda warned me! I almost cum the second i got in you!"

"Sorry Buck, i just couldn't wait anymore" i smiled as i rode him hard and fast.

Once we were done i climbed off and walked to the bathroom to clean up, i saw the time and it was already 7:30am. I had to be in the meeting room in half an hour!

"Hey Y/N, im gonna head to my room to clean up. Tony wants me in this meeting too"

"Okay, i'll meet you down there" i called as i finished rinsing my hair.

Tagging: @siren-queen03

[hennesseyok]

ummm hi !! so i’m nori n i’ve been outta the rp game for a hot minute but miss rona has me without shit to do so im back !! plz excuse this literal garbage intro but we out here !! i am so down to plot the fck outta her ( she needs bandmates for her band ... n also a name ... ahem ... ) n honestly am v open to anything, so plzZz dont hesistate to message me on here (im not hip with the kids so i dont have discord ??? yet ??? ) n e wayz heres my cutie sadboy babie hennessey eeek !! i love this group already ah !!

kristen stewart. cis woman. she/her. ❝ can you hear painfully obvious by harmless coming from apartment # 408 ? that must mean hennessey rhodes is home. the twenty-six year old is currently a member of a local band and they live with 2 roommates. they’ve been living in the village for four years and residents have gathered the scorpio’s enigmatic yet detached demeanor. ❞ nori. 21. she/her. gmt -6.

s t a t i s t i c s full name: hennessey leighanne rhodes nicknames: rhodes, h, hez, daddy [ anything thats not “henny” lol she hates that name eek ] dob: oct 25 1993 sign: ☼ scorpio, ☾ scorpio, ↑ capricorn sexuality: queer [ wlw, nblw ] birthplace: new albany, mississippi known languages: english, some bayou french siblings: none a e s t h e t i c s + pinterest drunken walks home from the bar, matching stick n poke tattoos, worn in band tees, red-tinted bedroom lights, unmade beds, empty swimming pools at 3 am, sunrises on apartment rooftops, shelves of filled leatherbound notebooks, lightwash denim, half wiped off sharpies on skin, bruised knuckles on soft hands, blood pacts with best friends, freshly bleached hair, gentle forehead kisses, the smell of vanilla and tobacco b i o ☆ the child of two born again evangelical christians in the small town of new albany, ms, hennessey was brought into a world of devout religion and an “all american” mentality ☆ located in northern mississippi near the tallehatchie river, new albany had a population of just under 7,000 when hennessey was born. being in the bible belt of america, mississippi had a ruthless reputation for homophobia, transphobia, and racism. all things that hennessey was brought up surrounded by. ☆ her parents were through and through rednecks that tried to get their lives on track after her mother was knocked up at 19 [ thus her name… ahem ] ☆ the early years of her life were spent fully devoted the church, she was baptized at birth and was fully indoctrinated into her religion until her freshman year of highschool ☆ hennessey starting experiencing same gender attraction as early as she can remember, but never acted on anything until junior year. after a local high school party she found herself in the bedroom of the town preachers daughter. ☆ a whirlwind romance began, the two were inseparable and were thought to be the best of friends by everyone in town. but, when playing with fire, someone is bound to get burned. or the whole town can go up in flames, and that’s exactly what happened. ☆ the two were walked in on one night and it was enough to strike the match. all of new albany was disgusted and enraged; they wanted the rhodes family out of their town, even going so far as to claim that the devil had come in the form of the family to destroy the good people of mississippi. ☆ excommunicated by her family, she finished highschool at 18 and took of running as fast as she could. she bought the cheapest bus ticket she could afford, and landed on the couch of a local blues musician in nashville, tn. he took her in and taught her everything he knew about music and, by proxy, black culture. ☆ after leaving new albany, her worldview shifted foundationally. she’s been in and out of central booking on riot and protest charges, so she’s pretty much stuck doing this music thing due to her criminal record ☆ from the ages of 19 to 22 she spent between nashville, atlanta, brooklyn and detroit, playing music, going on benders, and getting between the sheets of as many girls as she could  [ she basically went on a rampage lol ] in the process she picked up a pretty gnarly coke habit that she’s still trying to shake. so she says, at least. ☆ she landed in new york where she finally started a semi-successful band and decided she wanted to start building a life n thats when she ended up here !! q u i c k  f a c t s ok imma try to wrap this up cus i know its getting long lol but n e wayz heres like a tl;dr summary ☆ grew up in a racist, homophobic, backwards town; was outed for being gay and hasn’t spoken to her parents since she was 18 ☆ she’s a v talented musician and her rising in capricorn makes her want to be successful as fuck, even if she has to do some shady shit to get there ☆ she started a band and their mild success landed her in brooklyn. she needs bandmates !! i purposely didn’t name the band so connections could help make it a #Band.... ehehe ☆  she’s a ride or die friend and 10000% one of the #boiz, you can usually find her doing some dumb shit with her best friends. once u have her loyalty, she’ll be by your side no matter what happens ☆ v flirty. like, will flirt until u invite her back to ur place only to bail and go hang with her bandmates lol. ☆ she finds it hard to open up [ i know… how fuckin CLICHE ] but all she wants is someone to actually hold her n tell her that its okay not to be okay ??? give me that soft gay shit ??? ☆ shes a lil bit of a player but only becus she’s bored. its never her intention to hurt someone but girls often get attached and her scorpio ass isn’t the best at letting em down easy ☆ once she left, hennessey basically tried to shed all trace of her hometown from her, but she has a slight mississippi twang to her accent that only comes out when she’s really mad or rly close with someone [ she hates it sm and hates when ppl comment on it lol ] ☆ she’s forever writing songs, like 9 times out of ten if u cant find her, shes prob holed up in her bedroom, cigarette in hand, writing some sappy shit about a girl she hooked up w after her latest show [ kiiiinda wanna do a plot w someone she’s super into but the person couldnt give less of a fck about her ?? like yes bithc we love a role reversal ]

um ya thats it i will def be developing her way more i know this is so shit but im tryin my best here plz dont read me if shit don’t add up. love yall hehe. also plz plot w her she needs besties and hookups and love interests !!

[adiamondsrae]

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I give you one little inch...☝🏽 a sliver👌🏽 of flirtations💕...you finna take the whole nine yrds...🏃‍♂️💨...God I hate it...when people do that...like allow me to flirt with you without you doing the most...THE MOST...trust me if I like you...you know...it’s blatant and obvious...if I don’t like you like dat don’t keep trying me...but I’m trynna be nice nice...and you finna meet a new side to understand I DONT LIKE YOU LIKE DAT...jeebus why I gotta be a whole bitch to let you know you ain’t got a chance in hell...not even being the last man on earth 🌎 guess the world gonna die fam cuz immmm not interested...and then the sick lil mind games...the psychological shit...Ohhh you don’t know what you’re missing...chileeee...if God knew I was missing somethin I’d already have it...bad vibe ass self outta here...💅🏽💕✅👋🏽👏🏽✌🏽 Just don’t have time for the bullshit from nobodaaaay...crush or no crush 💯 I don’t waste my energy just to make sure your feelings don’t get hurt...he got one mo time...and feelings finna be hurrrrrt !!! BlackGirlsLoveHorrorToo #BGLHT #Melanin #BlackGirlMagic #Cosplay #Horror #Art #Halloween #HalloweenIsYearRound #HorrorMovies #Scary #Creepy #Dark #HorrorFan #Movie #Gore #Goth #HorrorMovie #Blood #Film #HorrorArt #TheSimpsons #Movies #Makeup #Terror #Photography #SFX #HorrorFilm #Spooky https://www.instagram.com/p/B386krGluLE/?igshid=pscl7gwtojxg