#you're allowed to ship them but not right in front of me thanks

[jcrchie]

going into the riverdale tag is so scary there are so many het shippers in here...

[izzabela]

Show You My Impurities - Lin Kuei x fem!chubby-curvy!reader (scenario fic)

in which different scenarios show how the brothers react with you being insecure in a flattering dress

a/n: i know i updated my rules, but i'm gonna pump this and another req i got privately. from now on, though, do not send me requests in my DMs when reqs are closed

ship[s]: tomas, kuai liang & bi han x fem!chubby!reader (scenario)

warning(s): smidge of angst, body insecurity, suggestive endings, non-kanon

guys ignore the text on this gif, but also don't because it's lowkey hilarious

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Bi Han

As Bi Han sits outside of the private dressing room of the shop you two were in, you stood in front of the mirror dejected and down.

You and Bi Han were out shopping after you realized some of your clothes didn't fit anymore. While Bi Han didn't see anything wrong with it, your heart sank as thoughts of yourself flooded your mind.

You were naturally a bigger girl. Beautifully large thighs, natural hips, a just a bit of a cute pudge on your belly, you were a bit bigger than the other girls. While you had the support of Bi Han (the fucking grandmaster), it didn't stop people or your mind from talking bad about you.

Back in front of the mirror, you sigh as you pull on the part of the fabric that hugged your waist a little too tight. It rolled over your natural curves and made you self-conscious.

You were drawn out of your thoughts with a light knock on your dressing room door.

"Madam? The grandmaster would like to see you now," the fitting room attendant announces behind the door.

You sigh once more, "I'll be out soon. Thank you."

Your flats drag with the unbearable weight of your thoughts as you walk out to see Bi Han on the circular couch in the foyer of the fitting room. He's reading a book, but the quickest glimpse at you and you're the only thing in his eyes.

"Àiren," Bi Han breathes as he gets up to see you in the dress.

Your smile is unstable and wobbly, and the matching wave doesn't help as it solidifies how the dress makes you feel. You try to stop picking at the fabric hugging your body, but the habit persists.

"I'm not sure this is the right dress," you say timidly. "It shows... too much."

Bi Han sets the book down, closing it without its bookmark, and meets you near the mirror.

"And why, àiren, do you think that?" Bi Han treads carefully, hands resting right above your love handles.

The wobble in your smile turns into a frown as hidden tears streak down delicately. You breathe a shuddery breath as you pull away from him and look into the mirror.

"Look at me!" you cry as you pull the fabric again. "It's hugging all the wrong spots, it's too tight, unflattering, and awful on a woman like me!"

Forgive Bi Han, dear reader, as everything you were telling him dissolved into nothing but dust as he looked you up and down over and over again.

All he could see was the beautiful woman he was dating. How that softness of your legs was highlighted with the dress, your little bum beautiful and round, and your breasts pushed together due to the technology in the dress allowing to support a woman's breasts without the need of a bra.

Where you saw impurities, he saw defining characteristics, features that were unique to only you.

And as the grandmaster to a large organization, unique strengths were something he could identify within a heartbeat.

Bi Han's semi-PG thoughts were interrupted as you sniffled and wiped your tears in front of the mirror. He coos as he hugs you from behind, large arms snaking around your soft waist and over your belly.

"Àiren," Bi Han starts. "You are lovely."

You've heard such words from family and friends before, hell even from Bi Han from time to time. This time, though, it felt like you experienced real life superpowers.

You smile weakly, but it's genuine as Bi Han peppers kisses on your neck and the dip of your shoulder. You giggle softly as his hands find yours and link up with them, and you can feel his hands use yours as he roams your body.

Every part of your body he goes over, you gain a new appreciation for all of your curves, the lovely lady lumps of yours, and the overall softness of your figure.

"Feel better, àiren?" Bi Han asks, hands finding a new spot dangerously close to your bum.

You give a hearty laugh, and the friction between you and Bi Han's trousers causes a certain something to poke at your behind. You turn behind you and meet his eyes with a knowing look.

"Really darling?" you tease. Bi Han just chuckles as he presses your bum on him harder.

"I hope to show you another way to appreciate yourself as well," he says quietly, kissing up your neck as he guides you back into your stall.

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Tomas

You drop your shopping bags on the floor of yours and Tomas's shared room. He was out today, training the initiates with his brothers. Your friends hit you up via letter to go shopping, and after looking through your wardrobe, it was time to acquire new garments.

Your old clothes were already pretty big considering you were a bigger and curvier girl, and while it was normal for anybody to gain weight, you felt different about it.

Your hips had grown wider, thighs larger, and waist just a bit bigger than before. You felt different, and not in a good way.

After your shopping spree with your friends, you come back home with all the new shirts, skirts, pants, and most importantly, dresses. Trying each one of them on, you couldn't help but tug on the ends of the fabric.

A habit you had, plus a bit of a scratching problem when you got nervous. But when Tomas was here, all of these issues were like it never existed.

Except he wasn't here right now. Your only other weapon against your mind was preoccupied, and you were losing the battle.

After trying on new trousers for meetings, leggings for training, and shirts for all sorts of occasions, dresses were the last clothes to cover. By the gods you were nervous.

Trying on the first one, it was a long-sleeved body con with a slit that stopped at your thigh. You swore that it looked shorter on the mannequin.

Damn it, corporate shopping centers.

You vehemently rubbed your hands down the dress to try and bring the slit down, but it was made like that. Looking at yourself in the full body mirror that stood next to the dresser, your eyes were wide in fear at the sight of you.

While you had been reassured many times from your friends, family, Tomas and his family, the thoughts gnawed and festered away in your mind.

Through the mirror, you saw how your hips hugged the dress, how your little belly rolled over in the fabric, your thigh peeking through the slit and bits of cellulite coming through.

While you knew that everyone, Tomas especially, would reassure you, you couldn't help but feel like an imposter- a pig in a dress.

The tears you so badly were holding in began to flow down your cheeks and hit the dress. You sniffle as you waddle over to the bed, head buried in your hands as you wallow in your depressing thoughts.

Suddenly, the door opens and you can hear a certain European man humming a tune and his steps walk on the pebble floor.

"Feather?" his voice is careful as he approaches you. Your shoulders are perked up as you messily try to cover up your tears, but that shit clearly isn't working as Tomas is on his knees as one of his hands is on your knee and the other on your wet cheek.

"Feather, what's wrong?" he asks softly, wiping your endless tears as you get up from the bed. Tomas is definitely taken aback as he follows you to the mirror.

"Tomas, you know what's wrong. I mean, just look!" you cry, pointing to yourself in the mirror as you keep tugging the slit of your dress.

"You can see my thighs, especially the little wrinkles. My tummy is ugly here in the middle, and..."

Tomas didn't hear a single thing since he saw the dress on you through the mirror. If he had a tail and ears, they would be perked up and wagging. Hell, he might even be drooling.

Tomas loved the way the slit teased the legs he's marked over and over again. He loved the way bits of your softness hugged the fabric, sign of your health that he loved to see. And by the elder gods, those hips of yours. Round, voluptuous, and full, his most favorite part of you was accented so well in the dress.

"I just feel like an imposter," you say, and his thoughts were interrupted and brought back to you.

"And why would my feather feel like that?" Tomas asks as he blocks you from the mirror. You sigh as you hold on the fabric again.

"It doesn't suit me, I just said that," you groan. Tomas takes your hands and decides to do something about your inner voice.

"You are ethereal," Tomas whispers as he kisses your forehead. "Spectacular, perfect, one-of-a-kind."

You giggle at every word he uses to praise you, at every kiss he gave you on your face. Tomas holds your face and plants one final kiss on your lips.

"And if you truly feel like you want a change, we can do that too," Tomas assured you. "No matter what form you are, even a worm, I will cherish you."

This was why you chose Tomas out of the many men that threw themselves at you. He accepted you for who you are, and he would support you if you ever wanted to change anything about you.

You kiss him on his lips as a thank you, giggling into his mouth as he opens up for you to explore. You fling your arms around his neck as his hand res comfortable on your lower back. Like well-tailored gloves, he fits well there as he pulls you closer and makes you feel the growing muscle beneath his pants.

"Oh my..." you whisper, looking down at the bulge in his pants. He chuckles as he whispers in your ear.

"There are ways to quell the voice in your head as well," Tomas suggests.

You walk backwards and lead him to the bed once more.

"I'm all ears, commander."

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Kuai Liang

You stared back into the mirror that threw back the image of yourself. It was you alone with your reflection in the dressing room.

No point in hiding, though, as two more mirrors were angled in your direction. You were surrounded with yourself in this dress, and it felt like you were cornered by a pack of hungry wolves.

You step down from the middle step and sit down and wave your legs from side to side in boredom and sadness.

You were out dress shopping with Kuai Liang for a wedding guest dress. His old friend, Harumi, was getting married, and he and his entire family, and their partners, were invited to the ceremony.

Three shops later, you found a beautiful mermaid dress with long-sleeves and went down to your ankles. On the mannequin, the dress was spectacular. Of course, mannequins are not true to life, but it looked amazing.

Now that the dress was on you, though, you wanted to dissolve into nothing but dust.

You always did your best to ignore the negative thoughts that plagued your mind, but they bit your ankles like a bear trap- unknown yet always there. This dress made it feel like you stepped into a field of them.

Your belly made a sort of "pouch" thing since the dress hugged your curves. Your hips were well-defined in the dress, and it actually accentuated the natural waist you had too.

And elder gods have mercy, the legs. Though covered up, it's no secret that you had legs for days under the dress. And Kuai Liang was the lucky man to see, touch, and feel them.

Despite such charming features, you couldn't help but feel defeated with yourself. As you cried silently, trying to slip out of the dress, a knock came on your door.

"Dove, what is the matter?" Kuai Liang's voice reverbs through the door. You sniffle and wipe your face, trying to put up a façade in your voice before answering.

"U-uh, nothing!" you say with a fake, upbeat voice.

Kuai Liang, bless him, knows you're lying. So instead of leaving, you can hear how his body slides down the door and his bum plop onto the ground.

"I am not to move until you let me in, dove," he states, claiming his spot on the (probably dirty) floor. You want to scold him, tell him to get up, but prolonging it will only make it more embarrassing.

Giving in, you open the door and watch as he falls onto his back. He blinks a couple of times before he sees your blurry image in the dress.

Shyly, you hold your elbow as he scrambles to his feet. He's practically drinking the sight of you like a dehydrated survivor. The very image of you in this dress is revitalizing him.

He can't ignore how full your hips and bum look against the dress, or how elongated the dress makes you look. He can't ignore the way your legs naturally crossover on another due to the dress's shape, or how perfect the dress hugs your waist.

Let's not forget the belly, either. His absolute, most favorite part of you was perfectly snug in its place, creating a sort of "pouch" effect. Hreat elder gods, Kuai Liang's patience was truly being tested.

"Oh dove..." Kuai Liang mumbles, walking over to you and taking your hands in his. "Dove, you are stunning."

You nod sadly as you feel on of his hands rest on your cheek, carefully wiping your tears away as you mumble chicken scratch about how the dress looks on you. Whatever you were saying was being ignored- like talking to a brick wall.

"Kuai Liang, love," you say weakly. "I cannot with this dress, it just doesn't sit well on me..."

The pyromancer shakes his head rapidly, like a child throwing a tantrum. He grabs onto your shoulders and spins you around to look at the mirror, and all three reflections stare back at you.

This time, with Kuai Liang present.

"Are you telling me that I'm being lied to?" Kuai Liang's voice booms. "This woman, in the mirror, is not the one I said was most beautiful?"

You nervously shake your head 'no', and Kuai Liang keeps singing your praises.

"I know who I chose as my consort. I know who I chose as the love of my life," Kuai Liang kisses your cheek and grabs your right hand and spreads your fingers out.

"I know who I chose as my future wife."

You turn around, pink and warm on your face, as you smile and hug him.

"You, dove, are the one I want," Kuai Liang assures you. "And no matter what form you choose, I am going to have you no matter what."

You chuckle and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for reminding me, my love." Kuai Liang, instead of responding as usual, begins to close in on you as your back presses against the cold mirror.

"Um, my love?"

Kuai Liang strips the jacket he was trying on before his arms pin you in the jail cell of his chest.

"Perhaps another addition to your reminder," he nips your ear and kisses your neck.

"So that you will not forget again."

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hello kings, queens, and monarchs, hope yall enjoyed this one!

as you saw, i made a rules and masterlist, so please read that before proceeding to do anything regarding this blog

see yall in the next fic!

[lonewolflupe]

The Scomp Incident (One-Shot)

Surprise, here's another Echo ficlet! This probably has been done already, but it was stuck in my mind (Echo is currently stuck on my mind 24/7) so I wrote it anyway. Hope you'll enjoy it <3

Summary: whilst trying to comfort a struggling Echo, you unintentionally make things worse Rating: General Audiences Tags: struggling, insecurities, hurt/comfort, fluff, SFW Words: 1.375k Pairing: TBB Echo x gen!reader (with longer hair) Read this one-shot here on AO3

The last mission hadn't been too kind on the Marauder. On neither of you, but the ship had to be fixed before the lot of you could continue. The squad's injuries could just heal along the way.

Whilst Tech was in the cockpit realigning the navicomputer, Echo was outside, working repairs around the ship's hull. You were at his side, aiding him wherever you could.

“Could you hand me the fusioncutter?” he asked with a serious voice; his focus was on the parts in front of him, and he didn't avert his eyes. You silently handed him the tool and watched patiently over his shoulder as he used it to cut the damaged piece away from the panel.

The part, looking particularly fried, came loose, and Echo tossed it to the ground. “Alright, let's see..,” he mumbled. His forehead was wrinkled in a furrowed frown and his lips were pressed in a thin line. His nose and eyebrows would slightly twitch occasionally, his thoughts lost to you, as he was completely taken by the repairs.

A frustrated sigh when he struggled to replace the part. He needed one hand to put the replacing part into place, and another hand to tilt a different piece to make space. But the metal kept sliding from his scomp, he couldn't get a grip; it was no good, he needed two hands.

“Kriffing scomp..,” he muttered under his breath, and you could see the irritation on his face and a flicker of failure in his eyes. Time to step in; there was no need for this man to fret, because there was so much he was able to accomplish. He was the last person to question one's own inabilities.

You gently put a hand on his scomp arm and shot an understanding smile at him. “Here, let me help you,” you said softly. With a sigh, he reluctantly handed you the part and pointed to the space where it needed attachment. “I, er- thanks. Just wish I could do my own repairs,” he said softly; the disappointment in his voice wasn't lost on you.

Now that you held the part into place, Echo was finally able to start attaching it. He was using his scomp to get it right, before he could grab the micro flame welder to attach it for good. The focussed expression returned to his face, but you couldn't help but notice there was still some lingering frustration.

“You know you're allowed to ask for help, right?” you said softly to him. His gaze was still on his work in front of him, but you smiled at him anyway. “Didn't need to, before..,” he replied, his voice gruff and somewhat bitter. You shot him an apologetic look before you continued. “But you're part of a squad. We're supposed to look out for each other.”

He mumbled something unintelligible; you were right, but he didn't want to admit he wasn't able to do things the way he used to. Besides, everyone in the squad played their part and contributed; he couldn't keep them from their jobs because he wasn't able to accomplish his tasks.

“Echo-,” you started, leaning slightly sideways, ready to tell him he could always ask you for help, if he didn't want to bother his brothers. But you leaned too close; as Echo was using his scomp on the part in fullest concentration, your hair got caught in the rotating device.

You shot out a sharp cry and winced in pain; Echo stopped rotating his scomp as soon as he realised what was going on, but your hair was already tangled around it. “I-I-I’m so sorry!” he stammered, and you could feel his demeanour shift from bitter and frustrated towards torment and guilt. You had been trying to comfort him, to ease his mind, but you had managed the exact opposite.

He was blaming himself, of course; and the scomp he had already been cursing. “Echo, it's- argh- it's not your fault, I should've- ouch- been more careful,” you managed whilst attempting to free yourself, but it was no good. It felt like you were only making it worse; you could hardly see what you were doing.

The scalp below your tangled hair was throbbing from the violent tug it had endured. Twisting and turning, you ended up against Echo's chest. Although you felt a bit awkward, this ironically was the least painful position. You leaned your head against his chest plate in defeat.

Echo, not daring to move, cleared his throat. “I am so sorry for this, er- uncomfortable position,” he slowly said to you, and the slight quiver in his voice told you he felt even more awkward about it than you. You managed a chuckle before you continued. “There are worse places to get stuck,” you said jokingly, but really, you were telling the truth.

Since you were leaning against his chest, you could not only hear, but feel the heavy sigh that followed. “You're just saying that to make me feel better,” he replied, his voice a little less tense than before. “Everything I say is to make you feel better,” you smiled at him light-heartedly, but the smile was lost against his plastoid armour. But you managed to make him chuckle, which you could feel as well; a warm, rumbling feeling from below his chest plate.

“Am I such a mess?” he replied at last, whilst gently putting his hand on your scalp. He started massaging it very tenderly, trying to ease the pain his scomp had caused. You relaxed your muscles and your weight slightly shifted against him. “No, I would never describe you as a mess. I just like to see you feeling.. better,” you confessed after a moment of silence.

He chuckled again, and you could almost feel how his mood lifted at your words. At least you had managed that, by getting the both of you in this situation.

“Speaking about messes..,” he continued the conversation, slightly warily about his choice of words. “Is it that bad?” you winced gloomily. Carefully, Echo tilted your head to look you in the eyes, making sure to not hurt you any further in the process. “It ain't pretty,” he told you in all honesty, an apologetic smile adorning his face. You scoffed; despite the hurt, you were slightly amused by the whole incident.

“Guess I'll live like this now. Consider me your newest prosthetic,” you joked at him, and he chuckled softly. “I guess there are worse prosthetics to have,” he repeated your words, and your lips curled into a wide smile. At least he was amused by it now as well.

Your eyes skimmed your surroundings and you noticed the tools you had been using for the repairs. “Just get a tool to cut it off. But please, not the fusioncutter,” you swallowed, and before Echo could make a move, he looked down at you. “You sure?” he checked, and only after you nodded in affirmation, he reached for a vibro-cutter.

“Keep still,” he gently urged you, and you wrapped your arms around him to steady yourself. Very carefully, he let the cutter's blade slice through your hair, as close to his scomp as possible. It seemed like the both of you were holding your breath as he made the movement.

“All done,” he smiled at you at last. Reluctantly, you let go of him and stepped back, sliding your hand through your now freed hair. “I'm really sorry about that,” Echo shot at you, awkwardly scratching his neck. “Eh, don't be. It'll grow back,” you tried easing his mind, smiling at him in comfort.

He looked back at you, and for a moment, you thought you noticed a blush on his cheeks. “You know what?” he started, “It looks good on you.” You scoffed in amusement. “You're just saying that to make me feel better,” you shot his earlier words back at him, the smirk on your face giving away how amused you were with the whole situation.

He shook his head whilst laughing, and the sound warmed your heart. In the end, you had managed to make him feel better; it had only needed an incident with his scomp and the loss of some hair.

Echo taglist: @welcometo79s @covert1ntrovert

[licorice-tea]

Would you ever so kindly write 10.Kaku + O. Kabedon? Have it so bad for this giraffe man <3 uhh,, he's so old fashioned and precious. Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you vibes, for real

Let Me Prove Myself

Pairing: Kaku x reader

Content: kaku is just a little suspicious, and a little intimidating kind of? but in a hot way. kaku calls the reader pretty and lovely, gender nuetral pronouns for reader, strawhat reader, kabedon ofc!

Word Count: 1k

A/N: quite literally wrote this between 4 and 5 am, so i apologize for anything that doesn’t make sense or sounds off😓but anyway i am such a kaku lover omg that’s literally my man (one of them), ty for the request <3

Some of your crew mates went to find someone who could fix your ship, the Going Merry, while others were off exploring the city. You had opted to venture off on your own, wanting to enjoy the scenery and culture of this grand island with fewer distractions that usual.

Navigating through the streets with no destination in mind, you end up in a sort of alleyway. It leads you out closer to the shoreline, and provides you with a picturesque view of some of the lower levels of the city accompanied by slow rolling ocean waves.

“So pretty,” you mumble to nobody in particular.

“Sure is.”

Your head nearly whips around to find the source of the voice. Were you being followed this entire time? Though you’d been under the impression that the people of Water 7 took kindly to most pirates, that didn’t mean there weren’t other sinister forces within the city… Perhaps should’ve been more careful, or stayed on the boat with Zoro.

Alas, you don’t see anyone in the direction from which you came, so you turn back slowly. Maybe you were imagining things.

You gasp and step back when you’re met face to face with a man who definitely hadn’t been there before. He’s tall, and has an unusually long and squarish nose. “It fits him, though.” you think. In fact, he’s a really attractive guy. But you can’t allow that to overpower your common sense, nor let your guard down. You make a mental note to not, under any circumstances, let your attraction get the better of you.

He takes your silence as an opportunity to explain himself. “I don’t mean to frighten you,” he steps closer as you take another step back, “you're not from around here, are you?”

“No… I’m not.” You raise your chin and cross your arms over your chest. “Were you following me?”

He laughs. “Well, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a bad guy.”

“Well I wouldn’t know what kind of guy you are, stranger.” Go

“Kaku,” he extends his hand, “and what’s your name if you don’t mind my asking?”

Ever so cautiously, you take his hand and shake it once. “Y/n.”

“Y/n. That’s lovely.”

“Um… thanks.”

Taking notice of your squared shoulders and general uncomfortable energy, Kaku takes another step toward you. Naturally you take another step backward, but you don’t realize you’re standing right in front of one of the walls of the alleyway you’d come out of until it hits your back. You inhale sharply.

“I have no ill intentions, y/n, I can assure you. I just…” he looks you up and down, not trying to hide his wandering eyes in the slightest. “Well, I’d never seen you around before and found myself eager to meet you. You’re awful pretty, y’know.”

The feeling seems to be mutual, but you intend to bury your own even deeper. “I- um-“

“So, are you by chance a pirate?”

Your eyes grow wider and you silently shake your head “no.”

Kaku chuckles and nonchalantly places a hand on the wall behind you. The other goes to his hip as he leans over you. You’re unsure if he’s trying to block off one of your two escape routes to either side, or is this is his attempt at charming you. “You don’t have to lie, y/n, I’m no bounty hunter. Nor a pirate hunter like your crew mate, Zoro.”

“You know Zoro?”

“Sure do. I inspected you all’s ship just a few minutes ago while he was there keeping watch. He was wary of me at first, and rightfully so considering we’d never met, but he seems like a swell guy.”

A relieved exhale visibly leaves your chest as your shoulders drop slightly. The fact that he knows one of your crew, and hasn’t talked ill of him, brings you some comfort.

“But that’s not important right now. I’m here to talk about you.”

“What about me?”

“Whatever you’re willing to tell me. I want to get to know you. I’m very interested, if I’m not making it obvious enough.”

You nearly giggle, but contain your laughter behind a smile. “No, you are.”

Feeling emboldened by your shy smile, Kaku removed his other hand from his hip and places it on the wall behind you. You glance to your side at it, and he walks forward into the half step that remains between your two bodies, bending his arms so that his forearms are entirely against the wall instead of his hands alone. Kabedon.

And when you turn forward again, you’re barely an inch away from his face. Or his nose, rather.

He speaks softly, but in the same old fashioned and all too-proper tone. “Have you ever been with a shipwright, y/n?”

You shake your head “no” again.

“Would you like to be?”

“Oh, well… my- my crew is probably only going to be here a few days, so…”

“Ah… so if the circumstances were different?”

“I might say yes.”

“Mhm… You see, I don’t mind these circumstances one bit. Are they a deal breaker for you?”

“I guess not.” You bite your lip with nervous excitement.

“Good.” He flashes you a bright smile and steps back a respectable distance.

Though you don’t mean to, your disappointment shows in your features.

Kaku notices- he seems to notice a lot about you- and chuckles. “Were you expecting something more just then?”

Truthfully, you were. If he had kissed you, you would have welcomed it with open arms (and lips.) You don’t say any of that though, just laugh awkwardly as your face heats up.

“I’m a gentleman, y/n. It’d be sleazy to try anything with you when we’ve only just met.”

“Oh,” you nod, finding his constitution respectable despite wishing he had been sleazy enough to try something, “right…”

“How about you let me take you out to an early dinner? I’d like to prove myself first.”

“What do you need to prove yourself to be worthy of?”

“You.”

You smile as Kaku offers you his arm, and your initial resolution to not let your guard down around him is almost entirely forgotten as you take it.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Darkness Lust | IDW Helex x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Cnc, Smut, ( oral, rough interfacing and semi-public ) and size difference. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Order up! So, this took a completely different turn. Unsure if it got weird along the way, but here it is, and I have no regrets. Wanted to move into darker themes with my writing so hope this turned out. Added cnc into the warnings just to be safe. Another thing, know the request states for them to almost get caught but I had to let them get caught. Hope you all enjoy.🥰

Cnc - Consensual non consent

☕ Coffee

Helex saved you, at least this is what you keep telling yourself over again, and you felt you owed him for this. Your escape pod from a ship had crashed onto an unknown planet, and it was by chance that he found you, injured from the crash but alive. You're brought back with him and when you are online again you find yourself in an unknown place and your wounds are patched.

When you first meet Helex he terrifies you. His enormous form is at least three times bigger than your smaller figure, multiple arms latched on his frame, and a cavernous torso where you can feel his internal heating elements boiling even from a distance, his own personal smelting pool.

You knew who he was but only from horrifying stories. A member of the Decepticon Justice Division, a group of torturers employed by Megatron to hunt down and deal with traitors.

You're an autobot though, they were only interested in decepticon traitors, right? You don't want to find out the answer you decided. All you can do is thank him politely and ask for a safe return back home. His answer is what seals your fate.

"You're home."

Helex wouldn't let you leave and the one time you did try to escape you don't get far, and it's his enormous figure, intense gaze, and the threatening glow from his torso that reminds you to not anger him, otherwise things won't end well for you at all. So for now, you stay put, much to your misery.

Now, here you are, trapped in a place you wanted to be far away from. You weren't threatened, you weren't hurt, in fact you were provided with average care, Helex never let you starve and made sure you were comfortable, at least as best as you can be in such a place.

As the days went by they continue to drag out, and you lost track of how long you've been there. A lot of the time you get bored and try to keep yourself busy however you can, but it's a struggle, mentally.

Often you would hear the echoed screams, and that's when you needed to truly escape. You didn't want to hear them, and the only place the screams can be blocked out is in the medic bay. Nickel allows you to clean the bay often, showing some pity you think, and it also keeps you distracted from everything else.

Now, in the medic bay again, you do your best to find even the smallest of things to tidy or clean up. You honestly don't know how long you've been at it, but you feel the thundering quacks slowly increase, and glancing up towards the door you see Helex entering. Nickel must've told him where you are.

He's silent, as you are too, no greetings offered from either of you. You never know what to say to him, and you've unsure what he is thinking either. He moves towards you, causing you to grow nervous as he gets closer before stopping beside you, your optics focused on the bench in front of you where you had just cleaned.

"Are you afraid of me?" His sudden voice cuts through the air.

"Sometimes." You answer through a shaken whisper before meeting his fierce gaze. "Do you want me to be afraid of you?"

"I'm not sure." He sounds confused, and his answer doesn't really help calm you. "You're intriguing."

You're unsure what to say to that, and so you turn your gaze back to the bench just to avoid his piercing gaze. Yeah, you're scared of him, but he hasn't hurt you, not yet at least, and you're fully aware what he was capable of which is why you don't push him.

Helex continues to stare before he moves again, this time moving his large servo towards your face and using the back of his broad digit to caress against your cheek plating. The contact causes your venting to hitch, followed by a soft whimper out of fear. The affection is new and you're unsure how to react.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want?" You can't help the tremble in your vocals.

"I want you."

You turn your helm at him and he's suddenly on you, firm broad lips latching onto your own fiercely causing you to let out a startled whimper, muffled by his lips as he lifts you up onto the bench and pins you down onto the surface. Your hands push up against his chassis, giving weak attempts to get him off you, but it's pointless. His size and strength prove that, and you feel vulnerable and helpless as he forcefully kisses you.

His second pair of arms suddenly tug your legs apart, giving him the opportunity to press against you more and deepen the kiss. You feel his glossa push between your lips and coil around your own. His glossa isn't like others, much longer and hotter, a magna bitterness lingering as he fills your mouth and explores, causing you to let out a choked wince. Is that energon you taste? Did he just consume energon? Something told you that you don't want to know the answer. He shows no intention of stopping, and in fact he seems to be liking it as he lets out a low moan against your lips, his strong servos pinning you still as his second pair roam across your thighs and waist areas.

Your fighting attempts cease and you're left with no option but to let him, and much to your confusion your entire frame starts warming up from his intense actions. This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't be enjoying this, yet you find yourself moaning lowly, your mouth full of his extended glossa.

Helex removes himself from the kiss, followed by his glossa that descends out from your mouth covered in saliva. You let out a forced vent and stare at him with wide optics, a bit stunned by his action, and he is only getting started.

He lifts your bottom half up making you gasp out loudly, leaving you to hang upside down just about from the berth you sat upon and you grip your servos across the edges. You feel his hot vents against your legs and panel, servos holding you tightly, right before feeling his snake glossa sliding against your covered valve.

"W-what are you doing?!" You're scared, feeling the hot texture against your closed panel and inner thighs, and much to your shock you're slowly growing more warm, whimpering in pleasure as he holds you hanging there, right before you automatically feel your panel retract on its own due to your growing desire.

He likes that, and takes his chance to latch onto your valve and devour you, thick glossa already sliding in deeply as he lets out a lingering moan tasting your fluid sweetness.

Another startled mewl erupts from you as you feel his glossa reach far deep through your channel, further than any spike before you've had. This shouldn't be real, yet it's happening, and reality sinks in as he starts to frag you with his glossa, sliding back and forth through your depths.

Your body responds through shivers of growing arousal, your valve building with fluids as you can't help but clench around his sliding glossa, letting out lingering soft moans as you crumble under him. Helex enjoys your taste and your reactions, letting out a vibrating satisfied groan against your valve that rocks through your frame.

The angle is strange, being lifted half off the berth leaving your shoulders and helm to barely rest against it while he holds you up by your spread legs and waist to hold you against him.

Constant weak mewls erupt from you over again as his glossa plunges through your channel, thighs spasming violently while you servos grab hold onto the edges as you feel yourself start to roll your hips against his glossa. You can't help yourself, it feels amazing!

This leaves though when you feel him pull away, glossa leaving your valve causing you to whimper in protest lightly. His hold is still tight as he lowers you back down, only for you to realise than that his panel had retracted, revealing his ridiculously large pulsing spike, tapping directly onto your valve, and this is when your fear quickly boils up again.

"W-wait, wait, you're too big-!" You're bluntly cut off when he ignores you and presses his spike against your valve firmly, the fat tip slowly breaching and invading your channel, thickness stretching you widely while he continues to press forward.

Your servos grip at his broad ones firmly latched against your hips while his second pair hold your legs apart, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing but to accept his spike that slowly fills. Letting out a choked sob you feel the burning pleasure build at your valve, every pulsing ridge rubbing forward and creating a bulge that slowly expands against your valve and lower soft armour.

Taking so much of him surprises you, you didn’t think your smaller frame could take so much.

His heated vents hit you, almost a burning sensation, as he firmly presses himself against your valve fully, able to stretch you fully while letting out a deep groan release from his chassis. Your optics shutter close while letting out soft winces followed by moans of desire rushing through you. You feel his entire length pulsing rapidly through your channel, expanding through the bulge created before you manage to online your optics to look at him.

He's staring right back, scorching gaze piercing through your small figure. He's so powerful, dangerous. There's no love or care in his face, only hunger and the growing arousal through him. This is only for pleasure, whether he intended for you to enjoy it you don't know, but you still enjoy it.

Helex gives a blunt thrust, shaking you against the berth as another choked sob leaves you, surprised by his sudden action as you grip your servos into his own even more, digits digging into his soft armour that will leave dents. He does it again, and again, slowly, feeling that broad spike moving through your channel thoroughly, before you feel his movements pick up as he tugs you by your waist against his movements, shaking the berth and yourself while you let out repeated gasps and moans.

Your sensitive node is stimulated against his rough armour while you continue to let out outbursts of desire rocking through your frame, clenching around his thrusting spike and feeling him buried deep within you. Despite your position, who it was, you don't care. You love the pleasure boiling through every inch of you and the tight hold he possessed, claiming and using you for his pleasure which you find oddly arousing.

His movements increase, forcing out stuttered vents from you over again, legs spread wide by his secondary arms and the heat radiating from him clouding your trembling frame. You feel his spike pump into you fully over again, twitching violently, vocal sounds growing louder, and you know he's about to overload, and it's no surprise to you that you feel yourself growing close to crashing through your own.

Moving your servo you rub at your node as you're unsure if he would care if you overload or not. Doing this causes your back to arch and accept every rough thrust against you, mewling loudly as you feel your overload coming crashing through you while clenching around his thickness. Helex lets out a deep groan that erupts from his chassis, feeling you clenching hard, giving a couple more jerky thrusts before spilling his thick trans fluids deep in you.

You feel the warm sticky fluids filling you to the brim, filling your chambers, channel and expanding up with his spike against your lower half. Some leak out with nowhere else to go while you hear it drip onto the floor, only low whimpers as the afterburst of pleasure continues to linger.

Helex keeps himself within as he admires and savours every moment, rubbing his primary servos across the bulge against you. He drew out a lot of your energy, and you silently admit it was a pretty good frag, your overload was quite marvellous. You're both lost the moment you don't hear someone entering the room.

Nickel clears her vocals to get their attention, making you both snap your gazes on her as she tads her peda against the flood with crossed arms, not impressed by the scene.

"Seriously? You two have your own private room to fool around in. I don't understand why you insisted on letting it happen in my medic bay."

All you can do is gasp and look away, feeling horribly embarrassed that you've been caught in such a way. You wince a little as you shift, still feeling him buried deep in you.

"Sorry, Nickel." Helex says softly. Despite her size, she somehow put the other members of DJD in their place, and learned to respect her.

"Well, chop chop, get cleaning. I don't want to be stepping in either of your fluids. Place better be spotless when I return." She turns on her pedas and heads out.

Letting out a low groan you feel his spike start to leave you, and flop out leaving your valve gaping and leaking your mixed fluids. Your optics are fuzzy but you feel his hot frame leaning across and sharing a surprisingly tender kiss with you. He tucks himself away, sharing one more glance with you, before turning and leaving the room.

You're left alone, sitting up against the berth as you give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. It seems you're left to clean up, of course. Venting out deeply you do your best to clean yourself, close your panels, and start to wipe down the berth and floor.

Helex confused you, but you shouldn't expect too much from the large mech. You don't know what to expect anymore, or if you were ever going to escape. A part of you doesn't want to though, just so you can keep Helex's spike all to yourself.

[starkerhowlter]

Performative Dom

Ship: Starker Rating: E Contains: Language, Blowjobs, collaring, Lingerie, Dom/sub, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dubious Consent (But corrected by Tony to give Peter the right to consent), Objectification (Not by MCs), BDSM Posing, Collar pulling, Coming Untouched, Daddy Kink, Peter Parker is 18, leashing Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Valentine's Day exchange prompt 1: Peter is a sub but they won't let him go to college without a Dom sponsor.  Tony thinks he's too brilliant for those dumb rules to ruin his life so he takes up the role only to fall in love with how beautiful Peter looks on his knees. Words: 5426 Summary: Peter needs a dom. And the perfect candidate is right in front of him. But what if they fit better together than either of them ever expected?

AKA: Five Times Tony realized this was a mistake, and one time he embraced it.

Gift for: @the-mad-starker

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for this prompt and for giving me the opportunity to write it! I hope you love it and I hope this does your prompt justice! Also I hope you love the bonus moodboard I custom built for you! A number of the images were made just for you ♥♥

Also also, hi Starker fandom! It's been a minute since I've been back! I've been on a "fandom tour of the world" recently and joined 3 fandoms since July. You haven't gotten rid of me yet!

This was edited by one of my fave humans @starkerkitty! Thank you so much, Jacy!! <3

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The entire thing had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Peter bursts into the lab seething, and Tony's met with a fire he's never seen in the younger boy's eyes. 

Tony's brow furrows as he kicks his feet off the desk, "Peter?" 

"I thought we were past this as a society," Peter shouts, dropping the envelope on the desk in front of him. He continues pacing the length of the garage, stepping onto the walls to pace across the ceiling.

"What? Acceptance letters?" Tony smirks, raises an eyebrow and picks up the envelope. He pulls the paper out, reading. "’Dear Peter Parker, you have been accepted to MIT.’" Tony murmurs, "I mean that was expected..." He continues, "blah blah blah... Orientation is on Monday.. blah blah blah... ‘Unfortunately, we can't allow you to enroll in classes until you present a Dom to sponsor your journey with MIT to allow for you to be enrolled and to keep you accounta’-- Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me," he scoffs, tossing the paper on his desk. "They're really holding you from a degree because of *that*?! Just because of the little pink heart on your license?! Maybe I can call my associates, surely they know I'm the one who recommended you. They can't possibly be holding you for anything at all." He scoffs, "I'm going up there. If they want to play this game, we'll play this game."

"Or..." Peter starts, hopping down from on top of one of the server towers.

"Or?" Tony asks, arms crossing over his chest as he looks up at the boy. 

"Never mind."

"Peter..."

He sighs, "I have a plan. But you... you have to trust me, Mr. Stark."

-----

"Peter, we can't do this. I mean, I'm all about fucking over tradition, but you do realize they do checks. And not just one. They do them throughout the entirety of your time in the program." Tony stares at the younger man from behind his sunglasses, frowning, "We can't possibly make them believe that I'm your Dom."

Peter's shoulders fall, "You don't want to..."

Tony scoffs, reaching over to clasp a hand over Peter's shoulder, "Now when did I say that? I'm just worried because you're just a kid. I don't want to be preying on you because you're vulnerable."

"You're not. You're just helping me to get into a prestigious university. Speaking of, we need to go get some supplies."

"Supplies?"

Peter shrugs and nods, "Y'know... A collar, whatever outfit you think fits your standards, Mr. Stark. If you feel it's appropriate, you can even pick it." 

At the mention of an outfit, Tony's mind fills with images of Peter wrapped in ensembles of his dom's choosing. He considers a suit but settles for something more casual. And Peter in his mind looks stunning. 

This is a mistake.

"Oh. We can uh... go tomorrow, deal?"

Peter nods, "Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Stark! Goodnight!" He skips out of the penthouse, leaving Tony alone with less-than-appropriate thoughts about his young mentee.

_____

There are a few times in Tony Stark's life when he knew he is well and truly fucked before the consequences happen. 

This is one of those times.

Before him, Peter’s standing on a fitting platform presented for Tony. 

"Now, Mr. Stark, what collar are you thinking for your sub? Have they earned a lock? Have they leveled up to a buckle, or is he still in training where they haven't earned more than a snap? As you know, your sub must earn a place beside you."

He allows himself a few deep breaths, glancing at Peter to confirm he's okay with this. 

Instead of a nervous disposition, Peter looks almost comfortable. His eyes are glazed, lips parted as he waits for Tony -- his dom-- to decide what he's worth. 

"I think he's earned a lock." Peter's chest shudders at the words and Tony smirks, "And let's put my name on it. He should bear my name since he belongs to me."

The worker nods, hanging on to Tony's every word. "Done! Give me just a few minutes to get the collar together for you. We can cut it today and size it so you can walk out with the piece before you leave the mall today!"

"Sounds good. I think my sub and I are going to do a few other errands but we will be back. If you wouldn't mind giving me a call?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark. I will start on your piece immediately." The worker takes the black metal card from him, disappearing into the back room to swipe it and get his receipt, but Tony isn't interested in the receipt. 

He turns towards Peter, hands resting gently on his arms, "You alright, kid?

Peter nods, mutely, and takes Tony's hand. "Do we need to... show our status while we're in public?" 

"It's probably a good idea. What are you comfortable wearing?"

"Whatever you'd like me to wear... daddy?" Peter tacks on the title as an afterthought and Tony fights the urge to react visibly. 

"I think that they will believe us more if we put you in a lingerie set and then dress you in a nice outfit on top of it. We can pass it off like I picked the outfit to match your collar, and if you are comfortable, some harnesses latch onto the type of collar I picked for you. But honestly, it's whatever you--"

"Mister Stark? I apologize for the interruption. Here is your card back and your receipt."

"Oh! Thank you!" He takes the card, putting it back in his wallet before taking Peter's hand and leading him out of the shop. 

Holding Peter's hand feels far more natural than it should as they walk through the mall. No one gives them a second look, and Tony wonders if they pass as a couple. 

"Follow me," Tony states, leading him through the mall toward the lingerie store. 

"Mr. Stark..." Peter tries, voice cracking with nervousness, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. If you aren't, we don't have to do this. But I will tell you from experience, they are going to want proof."

"Okay..."

----

This was a mistake.

Peter's standing in the middle of the store, surrounded by a rainbow of lace and tulle, and staring at Tony with wide brown eyes.  

"What is the-- um--" His voice cracks and Tony's heart melts. 

This was a mistake.

"How about we start you in a simple lace playsuit? Do you have a favorite color?"

"I... You should pick." 

"Alright, deal." Tony approaches one of the racks, sifting through the outfits to pick out a couple of styles in various colors. "What do you think about red?" 

"L-like Iron Man red?" 

"I mean... If I'm going to be 'owning' you, it'd make sense to have you wearing my colors," he replies, "Just seems appropriate."

Peter nods and follows after him, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. 

"Your clothes are in there," he states, pointing into the third fitting stall, pulling the purple curtain back. "I'll wait for you out here. If you feel comfortable, I'd love to see how you look in the outfits... baby" 

Peter's eyes widen at the title, but he steps inside the booth before he can splutter out a reply and begins stripping off his hoodie and jeans, dropping them onto the gaudy cheetah print chair in the corner of the stall. 

Tony hadn't held back. 

The pieces before him held no semblance of modesty, yet would show off every curve and muscle of his body. One’s black and frilly, another’s pastel silk, and behind them is a hot rod red harness and lace playsuit.

"Holy--" He whispers, running his hand over the black, lace, off-shoulder negligee, pulling it gently off the hanger. The piece weighed next to nothing, but it felt like it'd shatter into a million pieces if he wasn't careful. He lifts it, pulling it over his head and down over his body.

It wasn't a piece of clothing so much as one long-sleeved lace sock, in Peter's opinion.  The bottom of the negligee touched just beneath his ass, and the sleeves pulled down over his hands to leave just his fingers bare. 

The lace covered nothing. His nipples and boxers were visible through the lace and at that second, he felt very, very exposed. 

"M-Mr. Stark?" He ekes out, peeking his head out of the curtain, keeping his body covered. 

"Yeah, Peter?" 

"How's this look?" Peter pulls back the curtain, revealing his lithe muscular form wrapped in the delicate lace dress. 

Oh... Tony fucked up. 

The kid - the one he had told himself he wouldn't drool over - was standing before him in a skin-tight lace bodycon dress, and Tony wanted nothing more at that moment than to devour him. 

"You look-- The lace and-- and your figure... um..." He clears his throat, "You look good. Can I see the next one?"

"Oh! Of course!" Peter replies, rushing back into the room. 

Back in the room, Peter removes the lacy garment and picks up the silky one. It doesn't even make it off the hanger before it's dropped to the floor. 

"No on the silk."

"No?" Tony replies from outside the door, "Just don't like the color or...?"

"Texture," Peter replies bluntly, picking it back up to hang it on the hook. "I can't do it."

Tony huffs what sounds like a laugh, "That's alright, sweetheart." 

The title slips out, and the younger man blushes as he picks up the next piece. 

On the hanger is a lacy bright red harness playsuit. Bands cross along the back and front, over where his midriff would be, and he shivers slightly at the intricacy of the piece. He steps into it, slowly pulling it up over his thighs, hips, and stomach, spreading the lace over his form. 

He turns towards the mirror and the sight of himself catches him off guard. Peter's breathing hitches at the sight of Tony's colors, his red, stretched over Peter’s pale skin. His hands ghost down the front, and the feeling causes him to shiver.  

"You okay in there, kid?" Tony calls, shattering the moment, "Didn't get tangled did you?"

"Uh... no!" He calls out, turning away from the mirror and towards the curtain. "Did you want to see this one? It's a bit... much isn't it?"

Tony gives an affirmative noise, and Peter pulls open the curtain, revealing himself to him. 

"Holy shit..." Tony whispers.

"That bad?"

"Look at you..." He steps forwards, and reaches for his hips, but stops just a few inches shy. "I-- Sorry." Tony inhales and steps back. "You can uh.. get dressed. I'll meet you out front."

He is so fucked.

---

A few days later, Tony's sitting on the couch next to Peter, reading paperwork on his tablet. "Okay, kid, we need a game plan for this Thursday. I mean... how are we planning on convincing them?" He swirls the bourbon in his glass, sipping it slowly. "Are you just thinking you'll sit in my lap or was there something else you thought might work better? What's the move?"

"I figured I'd sit on your lap, um... maybe we can have me wear a button-down shirt so they can see the lingerie and collar you picked? Just... basically... um... what do people usually do?"

'Fuck.' Tony's brain unhelpfully supplies.

"They tend to use less... orthodox methods. Some bring their subs in on leashes or feed them from their hand, make them sit down on the floor at their feet... It really depends. All I know is that when the day comes, I need to know what program you are going into and why so that I can vouch for you. Because as much as I hate it... in that room, you have no voice."

Peter shivers at the implication and nods. "Noted. Would you like me to uh... put on the outfit again so we can practice? I don't think it'd do us well for either of us to be stumbling and shy the day of."

'Oh, fuck, please put the outfit back on...' Tony thinks. 

"Good idea. I expect I will wear a usual suit, so there really isn't any need for me to change, right? I mean the entire thing is just a meeting. Nothing major. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, it's just an interview."

-----

This is a mistake.

Whatever they'd planned for, it wasn't this. 

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter whispers, eyes wide as he's led into the room, feeling small in the cavernous space. Their shoes thud against the floor as they walk, and he takes note of many famous art pieces along the walls as they're led to the office. 

At the last second, they'd decided on a leash, and now Peter realizes that may have been a mistake. The skinny chain is connected to the D-ring of his collar, and the other end is held by a wrist strap in the same metallic red leather as his collar. The weight of the piece creates a heady feeling at Peter's core and he finds himself thinking of taxes, his grandma... anything to keep the bulge in the front of his pants minimal.

Tony pulls on the chain, leading Peter through the halls, following a woman with a tight black bun who's talking far too fast for Peter to keep up with. 

"This school is one of the most prestigious in the country, you're not going to regret sending your sub here. We do offer a few check-in options if you want him to live on campus, but at the end of the day, it's about whatever works for you, Mr. Stark."

He replies with a simple, "As you know, I was a student here when I was younger. I think I want Peter here to have the same experience. Back then, we knew I was going to be marked a dom, just as my father was, and I didn't need any sort of sponsor. I'm not quite sure how this process works." Tony's entire being exudes confidence, and it puts Peter's racing heartbeat at ease. "Do you need to verify my 'status' or is that just understood?"

"I will need to verify your designation when we get to the office, but at this time it's not a major issue." She gives him a tight smile, not sparing Peter a second glance. "Oh, I should remind you, there will be a confirmation test before the meeting begins, will you be needing supplies for it or have you brought your own?" 

Tony scoffs dismissively, "What the hell is a 'Confirmation test'? You don't believe that I own my sub? That's ridiculous!"

"I do apologize, Mr. Stark. We've had a recent spike in subs acting as doms to get into college or having others of different designations pretend to be their dom to try and bypass the system. Therefore we've had to implement a check. There will be an agreement signed by all parties present if you're worried about it being leaked."

Peter blanches at the concept, heart racing when he hears that others have tried and failed to do exactly as they are. 

"Ah, that makes sense. We won't be needing supplies, my sub here is trained well enough to take it no matter how I give it." He shrugs, "Well then, where should we wait?" 

"Just through here," she replies, ignoring the snark in Tony's voice. 

He sends her a fake smile, pulling Peter closer to him to wrap his arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter's racing pulse presses against his wrist. With a whisper, he soothes Peter, "It's okay. I've got you, baby," putting on the facade of a doting dom, much to the woman leading them's approval. 

"My dom is the same way when I get nervous," she muses mindlessly, opening a large white door to lead them into the office. "Have a seat over here." She leads him over to one of the plush velvet chairs sitting before a large wood desk, "Your sub can wait by the door." 

Tony frowns, "Absolutely not, he stays with me. No questions asked." Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Peter's leash, keeping him close as though someone would steal him away. "He'll sit at my feet." 

"If that's what you choose. Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo will be in soon. Would you like any coffee while you wait?"

"I think we're alright. Thank you." She nods, leaving them alone. 

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Tony asks, helping Peter to sit comfortably on his knees by Tony's chair.

Peter nods, shifting slightly to ensure Tony's shirt parts over his chest to reveal the lacy bodice of the lingerie. 

He runs his fingers through Peter's hair, "You look good. I don't know what this 'confirmation test' is, but we'll get through it together."

"I trust you. We can do whatever we need to to get through this. I want to go to MIT so bad, Mr. Stark..."

"I know, Peter, and I will do whatever I have to to make it happen. Even if it means lying to the panel at my alma mater." He smirks, ruffling the younger man's hair, "We will get through this... together."

Before long, the large door at the side of the room opens and two men walk inside. 

"Good morning, I presume you're Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo?"

"Yes, and is this..." He lifts his clipboard, "Peter Parker?"

At the mention of his name, Peter looks up from his place on the floor. 

"Yes. We're here to get Peter set up in the program for biochemistry and chemical engineering."

The two suited men before them snicker, "That's quite the program... Are you sure it's for him?"

Tony frowns, chewing his cheek to keep from mouthing off and blowing it for the younger, "He's actually quite brilliant. But let's be honest, any sub worthy of me would have to be more than just a pretty face." 

His words pinken Peter's cheeks, and he blushes, leaning against Tony's leg. 

"If you're sure, we can progress to the next part of the meeting. Before that though, I have this sheet of terms and conditions for you to read." 

The man on the left hands Tony a sheet of legalese. 

It's a basic NDA, nothing he really needs to worry about because he's sure he could break it with a check and some lawyers if needed. Rolling his eyes at the places saying that he and his sub consent to the test, he moves to sign it, and then hands the pen to Peter, but notices at the last second there's only one line.

"Oh, we don't need his signature, your signature of consent is enough."

"Yeah, well I want his signature of consent next to mine." Tony glares, pointedly dragging the pen along the paper to create a line for Peter to sign. "Baby," he summons, snapping his fingers.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Peter replies, just as practiced, "How can I service you?"

"I need your signature on this NDA."

Peter obediently rises to his feet, leaning over the table to sign the paper. 

"You don't even need to read it?" The man on the right asks.

"Of course not. If my Sir read it, I trust him to know what's best for me." 

Clearly, that was the right answer, as Tony's hand wrapped around his hips, pulling Peter back to sit on his lap. 

They hadn't discussed this.

Tony smiles softly at him, left hand running up his chest, and under the shirt. 

Neither of the men before them seem bothered by the display. If anything, they're pleased. 

"Before we begin, I need to see your IDs. Just to confirm your designations." 

"Of course." Tony nods, pulling his wallet out to produce both of their IDs from the pocket they'd tucked them into the day prior.

The men look over their ID cards, confirming the black heart on Tony's and the pink one on Peter's. They hold them up to the light, confirming the words etched beside the icons aren't forged. 

When they seem satisfied, they stand at the desk, handing Tony back the cards. 

"Now, for the next part of this process, we're going into this room next door. There will be some equipment for you to use, should you need it. Essentially, we just need to see how you and Mr. Parker interact to confirm that you are actually in an agreement."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Tony replies calmly, following behind them and leading Peter into the room as well.

---

The giant room is simple, with dark red walls and black wood flooring. There’s only a few pieces of equipment Tony's never seen outside of an obscure sex club he frequented in '05 in the room. 

"When you're ready Mr. Stark." They take a seat on the black couch in the corner of the room.

Tony nods, "Alright. Peter, I want you to strip out of my shirt and head to the display platform over there." He unclips the leash from his wrist and the chain falls against Peter's front. 

"Yes, Daddy," Peter replies obediently, unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and allowing it to fall off his shoulders. He folds the garment, setting it on the floor next to him. Silently, he steps onto the circular acrylic platform and waits at attention with his head down and arms behind his back. 

"Inspection," Tony states, crossing his arms, and standing just off to the side of the stand. 

Without a second thought, Peter raises his arms behind his head, spreading his legs to wait for his next command.

Tony walks behind him, circling the platform as the world shrinks to just them.

"Service."

He nods, dropping his hands in front of his crotch, patiently eyeing Tony for the next word."

"Good. Nadu."

'Fuck.' Peter thinks, dropping to his knees. He kneels back, spreading his thighs just enough to place his hands palms-up on them, eyes trained at the floor just before him. 

It feels like the room has suddenly grown 800 degrees hotter as Tony watches the younger man drop to his knees from just his command. He fights the urge to respond. To go over and take control and ownership of Peter, but instead, he coughs and delivers the next command, "Collar."

Peter lifts his head, presenting his throat as though Tony were to place or pull on the leather wrapped around his throat. 

"Humble."

He drops forward, chain hitting the ground with a dull thud as his nose touches the floor, arms sliding before him, and his ass pushed out into the air for Tony or any passerby to inspect him.  It wracks shivers down Peter's form as he lays there. 

Tony's eyes widen.

This was a mistake.

Had Peter's ass always looked that good in those jeans or was this position just stretching the light fabric over his form? He clears his throat, glancing over at the suited men writing notes in the corner. 

"Ready position," he commands, snapping his fingers to grab Peter's attention.  

Peter pushes up, pulling his hands back towards himself, sitting on his knees with his lips slightly parted. The chain of the leash runs down his body as Peter raises his gaze to just above where Tony's face would be if he stood over him. 

The thought fills Tony's head with more visuals than he's prepared for, and he feels himself going lightheaded. 

This was a fucking mistake.

"Last one, Peter..." he states, "Captured."

Gracelessly, Peter rolls onto his back, spreading his arms and legs to present his body to Tony, inviting him to take control. His breath leaves his lungs. If it weren't for the jeans obstructing his view, Peter's cock, hole, and balls would be on display for him. 

Tony chokes out a simple, "R-Released." Clearing his throat, he adds, "Good job, Peter." He offers him the button-up from next to the platform, helping him put it on, but stops him before he can button it. 

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm glad that I could please you."

He presses a gentle kiss to Peter's temple and reattaches the chain leash to his wrist. 

One of the men interrupts the exchange, catching Tony's attention, "Well, Mr. Stark, I can say that we are thoroughly impressed with you and your training of your sub. If you wouldn't mind having a seat with us over here, we can sort out his schedule for this semester." 

"Gladly." He leads Peter over, dropping into the white chair across from them, and pulling Peter into his lap.

----

Two hours later, they arrive outside with one sheet of classes for Peter to begin in a week. 

"We did it!!" Peter squeals, wrapping his arms around Tony in a tight, celebratory hug. 

"We did, kid! You are now officially a student of MIT," Tony replies, "Congratulations! Wanna head home?"

"Please..." Peter replies. 'Just a little longer.'

----

The air in the penthouse is thick as Tony drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen. 

"Now what? I expect you want to change into something more comfortable?"

'Please do, before I eat you alive,' Tony thinks.

"Um... I thought..." Peter walks around the counter, standing before Tony, "I thought I might stay in this a little longer. If that... I mean... If that's okay?"

"Fuck, kid... Of course it is," he murmurs, hand reaching out and stopping just before Peter's cheek. Peter's breath ghosts across his wrist, crushing the last of Tony's reserve. He places his hand on Peter's jaw, running it down toward his throat.

They'd removed the leash once they'd gotten in the car, and Tony mourned its loss, but instead reached for the ring at the center of Peter's collar. 

"Is this okay?" 

"Please..." Peter whispers, eyes falling to Tony's lips before flicking back to meet his eye. 

"Fuck, kid..." Tony grabs the D-ring with his right index finger, pulling him forward into their first kiss. It grows heated almost instantly, as Peter presses his body back against the counter, caged in by Tony's left hand. 

Peter whimpers against his lips, licking into Tony's mouth. 

"I've wanted this so badly... For so long," he murmurs, sharing breaths with the older man, "Please, Mr. Stark, let me have it?"

"Of course, you can have whatever you want, Peter. Anything." He kisses the younger again, reveling in the soft whines slipping past Peter's lips. "What do you want?"

"Can you... Tell me what to do again?" His voice cracks, nervously and Tony smirks at the sound. 

"Of course I can. You can say stop at any time. I won't hold it against you and it won't affect me sponsoring you for college, okay?"

Peter nods, waiting for his first command as soon as Tony lets go of his collar. 

"I want you to go into the living room, strip out of your outside clothes, and pick one of your kneeling positions. Either Nadu, Collaring, or your Ready position. I will be there in a moment. Also, you will call me ‘Daddy.’"

"Yes, Daddy." Peter rushes out of the kitchen, and into the den, stripping and kneeling in his ready position, just like he was trained. He watches the kitchen door, patiently waiting for Tony to come through. 

Tony pushes open the door to the den, and there in the center of the floor is Peter kneeling in the Iron Man red lingerie Tony'd picked a week prior, waiting patiently for the older man to claim him for his own. The red elastic bands wrap diagonally around Peter's center, and the lace at his crotch and chest stretches over the skin perfectly. 

He looks edible.

"Fuck, look at you..." Tony gasps. "I swear it took everything in me earlier not to step up on that platform and kiss you earlier." 

As if imagining it, Peter shivers. Tony smirks, and runs his fingers through Peter's hair. "I have a feeling you would have liked it if I had, baby." 

The title makes Peter's eyes widen and he blushes. 

"Noted." Tony chuckles, "How far do you want to take this?"

"All the way. I just... I want your cock so bad, Daddy..."

"Fuck..." he groans, "Yeah, we can... we can make that happen. Fri, lock down this floor, make sure no one gets in." 

"On it, sir," she replies.

"You have my full attention, Daddy," Peter whispers, shyly, "Do what you think I am worthy of."

"Honey, you've had my full attention since I put my name on your neck. And as for what you're worthy of? I think you've earned being spoiled on my cock until you're begging. How does that sound?"

Peter shivers and nods, "Please, Daddy... Make me yours."

He chuckles and unbuttons his slacks, watching as Peter tracks every single motion of his hands. "Desperate?" 

The younger man blushes, and lowers his gaze to Tony's shoes, not replying.

"I'm going to take that as a yes."

"Can we just... Can I--?" He raises his hands to Tony's belt.

"Fuck, of course you can, Peter." Tony nods, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. "It's all yours."

Peter pushes forward, taking the tip into his mouth with practiced ease. 

"Have you done this bef-- Oh fuck there..." Tony groans, hand falling into Peter's hair.

"Never kiss and tell, Daddy." He winks, licking along the side of Tony's length, sucking kisses into the skin. 

"Fuck, Peter..." His hips jump when the younger man takes the crown into his mouth, sucking slowly down until he's buried the hilt of Tony's cock in his mouth. "How... did you... get to be so good at this?" His chest rises and falls as Peter watches through a hooded gaze. "You're so good for me, Peter..."

He pulls off, lips swollen and pink, "Say it?"

Tony runs his fingers through his hair, catching on the curls, "So good for Daddy." 

Peter whimpers, taking Tony’s dick back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and suckling sloppily. Slowly, Tony's hips push back against his sucking, creating a slow rhythm. 

"Can I fuck your mouth, baby?" 

He nods as much as he can, dropping his jaw to allow for space. 

Experimenting with a thrust, Tony pushes his dick further into Peter's mouth, reveling in the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls back, repeating the motion a few times, gasping when Peter's gurgles vibrate around his length.

Releasing his hold, he allows Peter to pull off and catch his breath, watching as the younger man wipes drool from his lips, and tears from his eyes. 

"Again?"

"When you're ready, sweetheart. You're doing so good for Daddy, baby. I'm going to go a little faster."

As promised, he speeds his rhythm up, thrusting into Peter's mouth, each breath carrying a desperate moan. "Fuck, Peter..." He tangles his hands in Peter's hair, pulling Peter's head in an opposing pattern to his hips, "Just a little more, sweetheart... And then I'll make you feel good too."

"Don't... Don't have to." Peter croaks, pushing his hips down against the ground. "'m good."

"Are you getting off on this, Peter? Enjoying me using your mouth? You enjoy being used by Daddy?" Tony purrs, tangling his hands in Peter's hair, pulling him forward again, "Good. Because Daddy loves using your pretty mouth." 

Peter whimpers, sucking Tony back into his mouth, licking the beads of precum off the tip and down the side. He shivers, fucking his own mouth. 

"Fuck, sweetheart... Can't... Can't fucking do that, I'm too close." 

Tony swears he sees Peter's eyes sparkle when he says that, but he couldn't be sure. Not with his head falling back in a louder-than-necessary moan. 

Peter shivers at the sound, and the vibrations of his own moans are what brings Tony over the edge. 

He shouts Peter's name, bucking sloppily into his mouth, groaning loudly. "Fuck, so good for me baby... So fucking good." 

Peter swallows around him, licking the remnants away, pulling off with a soft pop. 

Tony tucks himself back into his boxers and sinks next to Peter, "God... Why haven't we done this sooner?" 

Peter shrugs dazedly, head falling against Tony's shoulder. He wraps his arms around Peter, kissing him softly. The man tastes himself, and he smiles against Peter's lips. 

"As for you..." he reaches down, slipping his hand into Peter's lingerie, and is met with a wet spot, and Peter's hypersensitive cock. "You-- You came untouched?"

"Mhmn.."

"Fuck, kid..." Tony gasps, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Everything," Peter whispers back, nuzzling closer, feeling completely owned.  Just as he should be.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments and reblogs are MUCH appreciated!

[imtrashraccoon]

This took me longer than I wanted but, not to beat a dead horse, I blame writer's block. It works out though because someone just reached two hundred followers! I hear she has a whiteboard up if any of you feel like participating...

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Ivymare: Pirate Edition

Laughter and music echoed from the deck but Captain Nightmare was holed up in the bridge, pouring over a series of maps. He wasn't one to engage in partying but he wouldn't keep his crew from doing the same. Besides, they deserved to have some fun after how successful the last raid went.

The riotous party seemed to grow louder for a moment before once again fading into the background as the door was opened and softly closed. Nightmare barely glanced up from his desk as the intruder padded over to his side, after all, there was only one person on his ship who would so boldly approach him like this.

He was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind. Although the action came as a surprise, he managed to stay calm and only stiffened up a little bit. Coming from anyone else and he would've pinned them to the table with his bare hands for even daring to touch him without permission but he'd grown softer lately.

"What do you want?" he growled quietly. He was a little annoyed at the prospect of being interrupted but it was hard to actually be angry with her.

"I want to know why you're hiding away while everyone's out there celebrating."

Nightmare sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Ivy..."

"Come on... Come dance with me, Nighty," she begged as she leaned heavily against his shoulders.

He huffed and half-heartedly attempted to push her off. "You wouldn't want to see me dance..."

Ivy's arms remained firmly wrapped around him and if anything her grip only tightened, allowing her to press her body up against his back. Nightmare silently cursed whatever gods had decided to vex him with such a bewitching woman.

Ivy was unlike any other being he'd encountered while sailing the Seven Seas. She was as beautiful as she was clever and she was also quick on her feet, unlike most people he'd had the displeasure of meeting. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain and softer than fine satin. Her hair was on the shorter side with a natural wave and perfectly framed the pair of stubby horns resting on the crown of her head. The only aspect of her that wasn't seemingly perfect were her eyes. Indeed, her left was a warm brown while her right was a brilliant green that reminded him of the first Spring shoots, but he found them beautiful regardless of their uniformity.

"Please?" she asked. "How about if I give you a kiss, hm~?"

"I... Damn it, woman. You can't just-" His protests were interrupted when she planted a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

"There, now you have to come dance with me~" she whispered.

He felt a strange warmth flood his cheekbones and his soul did a little flip at the gesture. He fought to keep a straight face and get his magic under control since he'd never hear the end of it if she realized that her charms had this much of an effect on him.

He hated to admit it but he liked it whenever she touched him. Since joining his crew, the icy shell around his soul had cracked, letting the warmth of her affections steadily seep in. A part of him feared the day when she'd inevitably shatter the defenses he'd built up over the years, but maybe she was different from everyone else?

Nightmare hummed softly and cupped the side of her face. He had to be mindful of his claws so as to not mar her delicate skin but he wouldn't dream of intentionally hurting her. He felt her smile widen beneath his phalanges and he'd be lying if he said touching her like this wasn't enjoyable.

Maybe he would humour her, just this once. It wasn't as if he didn't know how to dance since he'd had the opportunity to learn many of the classics growing up. He just didn't like the thought of dancing in front of people, let alone his rowdy crew.

He turned his face to nuzzle against the side of her neck. She always smelled so sweet, like a rare blossom from a far off land, even amid the scent of the ocean's salty spray. He hummed again before pulling back to look at her.

Before he could respond, his eyelight fell on a series of faint lines along her neck. She didn't have very many scars and the ones she did have, she'd mostly received from scuffles since joining his crew. The weird thing was that these lines were much too straight and clean to just be scars.

So then, what were they?

He didn't want to believe what he was seeing but he knew there was no mistaking it.

She'd deceived him.

She was no better than any other woman he'd encountered.

"Nighty? Is something wrong?"

His eyelight snapped to her face and he frowned. She was giving him a concerned look, which normally was enough to make him melt, but not this time.

He pushed her off, somewhat roughly, and turned back to his desk. "No means no, woman. I'm not coming to dance tonight," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh..." Ivy started to reach for him but stopped herself, letting her hand drop back to her side. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you..."

He clenched his fists, barely keeping his anger contained. He knew she was probably upset at how harsh he'd been but he didn't care. He just wanted her to leave him alone so that he could think.

She seemed hurt and confused but didn't thankfully, was smart enough not to try pressing further. With a disappointed sigh, she turned and left the bridge.

He should've known this would happen.

He smacked his skull against the desk and let out a frustrated growl.

He remembered the day he'd found her. The crew had stopped at a small inlet to rest when she stepped out of the forest wearing nothing but rags. He'd kept his crew from hurting her, although only after she'd knocked Killer to the ground for getting in her face.

She claimed that she'd run away from an arranged marriage but the ship she was on had wrecked, leaving her stranded on the island. She hadn't wanted to talk about where she was from or who her betrothed had been but this wasn't really that unusual considering how many of his crew also had unfortunate backstories.

Nightmare was almost immediately smitten by her. Not only was she strong but she had courage to stand up for herself. She was also gorgeous in his opinion and seemed to have a sort of wisdom about her. He liked that. There were very few women that acted in this manner, so he'd allowed her to come aboard the ship and eventually he'd even let her join his crew when she'd more than proven that she could hold her own in a fight.

But it had all been a lie.

She was a siren. A pathetic parasite of the sea who only deceived and hurt the desperate.

He was just starting to think that she might be special, maybe even the one person who truely understood him.

He wouldn't do anything right away, not while a celebration was going on anyways. Instead, he would do what he needed to do quietly. It would be best, just in case she had gotten her claws into any of his crew as well.

Standing from his desk, he readjusted his coat and made his way to the door. His soul was heavy but his mind was writhing with anger. One way or another, he would find out the truth.

He stepped out of the bridge and scanned the crowd of revelers until his eyelight fell on the one person he needed right now. Thankfully, his first mate was quick to notice and soon made his way from the party to his side.

"something the matter, captain?"

Nightmare narrowed his good eye socket at Killer's jovial tone. "I need you to do something but not right this moment..."

~~~

"it's done."

Nightmare looked up as Killer entered the bridge. "Did anyone else see you?" he asked.

"nah, i convinced her to help me find something and then locked her in the brig. she was so mad..." Killer chuckled. "she probably just thinks i'm messing with her and will let her out later."

"And what if she convinces someone else to do so?"

Killer grinned and produced a key from his pocket. "unless they want to make a lot of noise by destroying the cage, they'll need to talk to you or myself."

Nightmare nodded before growing more serious. "You didn't hurt her, right?" he asked in a quieter tone.

"just her pride, captain."

"Good. Not a word of this to anyone until I talk to her or I'll make sure you won't speak again, got it?"

Killer nodded and mimed sealing his non-existent lips. "yeah yeah, loose lips sink ships and all that."

"I mean it," Nightmare growled.

~~~

Nightmare didn't venture into the hold until late in the afternoon. It was partially because he wanted to be alone when he confronted her but also because he felt conflicted about what he should do.

Ivy had been sitting on the floor but she quickly scrambled to her feet when he approached. Her ears twitched each time he took a step and by the way her eyes scanned his face he knew that she was anxious. Then, she smiled at him. It was the same cheery smile she always wore but he noticed it was a slightly strained this time.

"If this is your idea of fun, I'm not sure I like it. Cause I'm pretty sure this isn't how bondage usually works~" she teased.

Nightmare felt his cheekbones grow slightly warm but managed to get control of himself. How could she make such a joke now? Surely, she knew what was going on, right?

"Why would you hide something so important from me?" he asked quietly.

"Huh? I've never hidden anything from you, Nighty..."

He narrowed his eye socket at her and let out a low growl. "Do I need to throw you over the side to prove my point?"

Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, but at least she didn't try to lie again.

"Why did you deceive me?" he reiterated his previous question.

She lowered her gaze and said nothing for what felt like several minutes. "I didn't have much of a choice but to deceive you... Not if I wanted to live anyways..." she finally whispered.

It was true that he had a ruthless reputation. He never hesitated to kill during raids and he didn't stop his crew from doing so either. At the very least no one could accuse him of discrimination since he killed men, women, humans, monsters, mermaids, and sirens alike.

"I hated being a siren. I just, I wanted to experience the world like everyone else." She hesitated for a moment before making eye contact again. "Think what you want, but my feelings for you were never a lie."

She spoke with conviction and as the seconds dragged on, refused to look away. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to overflow, and yet her determination held firm.

Nightmare broke first and looked away with a frown. He'd killed hundreds for less and yet he couldn't bear to do the same to her. Why was it so hard to hate her for what she did?

He moved closer to the bars and when Ivy didn't back away, he reached out to cup her cheek with his hand. He carefully wiped away her tears with his thumb as he scanned her face.

"My feelings for you were never been a lie..." he repeated.

[kindagayfish]

Hello friend!

Im new to the trigun family after watching Stampede and recently ive been on a Knives kick and i dont see much content about him x reader.

So i was wondering if we could get some headcanons about what would make Knives feel “those gross human feelings” (love, the need to protect,need for affection) for the reader, and how he would tell them or show them?

I just need some knives fluff! Boy needs and hug! If you dont wanna write that, thats totally fine!! Thank you!!

A/N: Knives is SUCH an interesting character and im literally so feral for him. This is very much stream-of-conscious writing and not proofread. It also turned out so much longer than I expected! I legit got so carried away so I hope you enjoy it!!

Also I feel like my thoughts/headcanons for Knives will always be constantly evolving because he's just such a complex character??? And I love it???

Contains: Hints of nsfw thoughts if you squint??, fluff I guess??, can knives even do fluff???, the slowest of slowburns for this man

So we know Knives does know what love feels like…sorta. He loves Vash, and wants to see a future where they can both live their lives without the fear of being used for what they are. However, that means killing every human left on the planet. So it’s a twisted kind of love…but he still cares in his own way.

I don’t think Knives would notice you right away. It won’t be some love-at-first-sight, omg this human was so nice to me thing. It will take A LOT of time. He has completely blocked himself off from anyone because of fear, and fear is an intense driving force.

Perhaps you’re involved in his grand scheme somehow; A scientist in a lab who has taken a special interest in the Plants. At first, you’re focused on finding a more sustainable way for them to be used…but then after witnessing one open itself up, showing a high level of intelligence, you change your studies to find a way for them to live beyond the confines of the glass tanks.

You’re aware of Knives. Aware that he’s what they call an Independent. And you take notes on him, studying any file that isn’t restricted from the ships that once roamed the universe.

Knives becomes aware of you rather quickly. It's hard to ignore the way your eyes follow his every move, jotting down your observations quickly into a notebook that never seems to leave your hands. At first he finds it irritating, having this human stalk him like a shadow. However, it was only when you caught him on a particularly bad day that he finally spoke to you.

"Get OUT." His voice was ice, sending a sharp tendral into your notebook, tearing it from your hands. You let out a pained yelp, though none of the blades touched had you, and ran out of the room.

After he's calmed down, curiosity gets the better of him, and Knives spends the rest of the evening reading through your notes.

The next day it's him that seeks you out. Knives finds you in a lab, placing your in-tact notebook on the table in front of you before stating that some of your observations were incorrect, which causes you to flush with embarrassment. He leaves immediately after, and upon inspecting your notebook, you find that he had crossed out some of your own notes, replacing it with the "correct" information.

Knives begins to tolerate your company. You're not as insufferable as the other humans, and he finds himself quite intrigued by how brave you've gotten around him ever since that day. But he continues to keep himself at a distance….for now.

So anyways as your "relationship" with Knives progresses:

Knives shows his love through acts of service and quality time. He allows you into his space; allows himself to lower his guard and try to understand these strange feelings he gets when around you. Although, again, this takes time.

He'll start to show interest in whatever experiments you're running, quietly observing from a respectable distance. It might even start to feel like you’re the one being studied from how intense his silent stare is (he is 100% memorizing everything about you).

The more time spent with you, the more possessive he becomes of this time...and just you in general.

Knives knows that you have to talk to others in order to do your job, but that doesn't mean he won't glare at them until they walk away. He prides himself on how his presence alone can clear a room so it can just be the two of you.

If you forget to eat, time getting away from you, Knives might sigh and fetch you something. Setting it down directly in front of you and making comments under his breath about how "humans are pathetic" and how you "can't even take care of yourself". You're like a pet, he tells himself...rationalizing why he would go out of his way to make sure you stay healthy.

Physical touch comes much later

Sometimes you'll feel him lean in from behind, gazing over your shoulder to gain a better view of what you're working on. Heat radiates off of his body, but he never brings himself to touch you. Knives finds it amusing at how flustered you get when he does this and likes to test your boundaries as well as his own. He’ll catch himself too often wondering how soft your skin would feel under his fingertips. It’s a disgusting thought, really. (he is so touch starved but will NOT allow himself to indulge in this innocent fantasy because he’s stubborn and has the biggest god complex)

But it eventually happens one evening when you hand him your notebook. All of his senses are ignited, the place where your fingers brushed against his hand burns throughout the night. Knives can't bring himself to admit he likes this feeling, at least not out loud.

Oh but does he crave it.

It's a thrill, an adrenaline rush, and strangely even more fulfilling than the feeling he gets when he takes a human life.

Starts as "accidental". Fingers colliding when reaching for the same thing, the back of his hand brushing against yours as you both walk, standing too close to you so that when you take a step back, you bump into his chest.

Soon he's grabbing your wrist to stop you from doing something stupid, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you out of a room, even taking your hand in his, frowning at the fresh injury on your skin, but also burning up inside at the fact that his own hand swallows yours completely. That you're just so fragile. So human.

Knives is absolutely obsessed.

[kit-williams]

Hail to the King

For @konigsblog as a thank you for the follow and I guess to what expect of my writings.

tw: this is lewd, delusional König, warhammer 40k shenanigans, König is a Black Templar (see The 40k au for why)((I might try to write another with him as a Blood Angel)) I am shit at trigger warnings

It wasn't his fault that they hadn't kept a better leash on their Schätze. In his defense the chapter serf should have known better and the mortal... well she shouldn't have looked so helpless and cute. Normally he would be thrilled and an honor to join a kill team to slay xenos but this was suppose to be a punishment on learning to not touch what wasn't his.

He walked down the hall of the alien craft chopping down any xeno unfortunate to walk into his path. Most of the Inquisition agents he was around were men... it seems the Inquisitor had been warned about his pecularities.

"You're not suppose to be here." His head snapped over to the voice of a little Maus. He could feel his mouth salivate as the space suit hugged her form in a pleasing way. Oh sure to many baselines she was hardly different from the form of a man but he could see... as well as the custom suit with the symbol of the Inquisition on her front. But the way she was leaning over a console with the curve of her ass just on display.

"Auch, Where am I suppose to be then Maus?" He said annoyed trying to not play his hand but lucky for him his suit hid his eyes from the way they lustfully ran over her body. Though he looked at the bodies of the Xenos littering the room. "You being a little Maus and just coming in after all the fighting is done?"

He could see the pout on the other side of her visor, "Rude. No I cleared the room myself. Oh was a shame that it had to come to blows but then again..." He stopped listening as soon as her hips started to sway with what she was saying. He wanted to dig his fingers into her flesh as his hips moved against hers only hearing her pretty little moans. "Hey big guy!" She finally shouted over the vox.

König resumed paying attention to his Maus. "Ja?"

"Thanks for paying attention...," The sarcasm was obvious in her voice, "anyway. Like I said earlier you're not suppose to be near me and you're suppose to be on the other side of the ship dealing with Xenos."

"The fighting led me this way and given the amount of dead at your feet Maus. You're not exactly alone. It would be a shame if your Inquisitor lost your expertise." He purred out the last few words just buttering her up a little.

"Well... you're not wrong..." He could easily tell she was preening under his complements, "But the Inquisitor said you weren't allowed near female agents or crew members. So be off with you... shoo." She tried her best to wave him off as she turned back to the console.

Konig held a growl in his throat he'd has to teach his Maus manners later. But he was on duty and purging Xenos in the name of the Emperor came first and pleasure later. He started back down the hall before he heard mechanics and her soft little 'Oh hi.' He rushed back as soon as the rapid burst fire rang out and abhorrent xenos cries as he rushed back into the room.

She was in the middle of wrestling one as it was trying to grab her rifle out of her hands. He snarled out as he was upon them in a moment as thick xeno blood painted the walls and her suit as his chainsword ripped through the xeno flesh. Her head turned at the sound of a chime and she grabbed the assumingly heretical technology... then again he wasn't the biggest fan of the Mechanicus and knew Inquisitors tended to flirt with the Dark Mechanicus or heretecks to get better tech.

"Well I'm done here. Thanks again big guy!" She chirped and patted his chest before he grabbed her and pulled her to his chest.

"Nein! You'll just find trouble klein Maus. Und how will you get out of trouble all by yourself hmm?" He cocked his head to the side and watched her fold her arms over her chest. He was giddy as she was just the right amount of willful yet submissive. He knew what was for her own good... he had experience and age. She sighed as she settled into his arm holding her without much of a fight.

König knew he could get his hands on a pretty little Maus during his time here.

[vylithscat]

Hi there So this is super specific but I was wondering if I could have a suggestive/nsfw Grand Admiral Levi oneshot where he's on the ship with MC but one of the cooks put the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup in his dish and this sparks something in him I imagine him to act a bit different then he did in the actual lesson because Grand Admiral and all but yea

hello! thank you for the request! (i'm also very sorry for the wait on it,, hopefully its good enough to make up for that!) funny enough this was super, and i mean SUPER, similar to something an irl was talking about a few nights ago so it looked like she ghost wrote this lol

prompt: you join levi on his navy boat to keep him company, but a certain dish changes up your nightly plans for the better genre: smut, you/your pronouns, gn!mc (as best as i can) pairings: levi x mc (levi's gonna seem,, wildly ooc) word count: 2k

You had been on Levi's ship for about a week now. You weren't informed why he was called to his ship, or how you were allowed to come.. Regardless, you were happy to join him as he sheepishly lead the way. Watching him work as an Admiral could almost be considered life changing. It was like a light switched on the moment his feet touched the docks and he went right to ordering his Apprentices around. He wasn't harsh, but didn't let them go off easy. They got rests, and knew when they had to work. It was so different from what you saw at the House of Lamentation. Really, it brought a tear to your eye.. Despite you knowing he used to be an Admiral, it was even better than you could've imagined.

You overlooked the edge of the ship as it left the docks, waters crashed against it's side and you felt a light mist as it hit your face. Glancing back, your eyes grazed the Apprentices as they fashioned the ship for travel.

"Hope you haven't forgotten about me, Player 2?" Your heart nearly jumped from your chest as Levi's arm made it's way around your waist and a hand settled on your hip. His uniform comfortably complimented his features and his medal caught your eye before you settled on his face. A smile spread across his lips as you looked at him, "You're alright, right? Nothing's cursed you?"

"Of course not." He hummed, "Maybe I feel a little more in my element on the ship? Especially with you here."

Who was this man?

"I hope you didn't mind all the yelling when we initially got on." Levi shook his head, looking out at the water as his brow furrowed slightly, "All those demons look young.. I can't fault you for the ordering around. You are Admiral Leviathan right now." You teased. Red crept up Levi's face as his gaze travelled back to you, "Sunshine.."

"Does the title make you embarrassed coming from me?" You cooed, Levi turned to you and your hands instinctively cupped his face. His face was slower to go red, but you could feel his warmth as it crept up enough to reach his ears, "I'll take your silence as a yes."

"Sunshine, please.. They're gonna see us." A smile tugged on your lips as Levi narrowly avoided fumbling out his words. Levi's hands found their way on top of yours and he gently took them off his face, "I'll see you tonight at dinner, and I'll put in a word or two to make something exciting."

With a quick peck on the lips, you pulled away from Levi, "I can't wait, cutie."

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"Your food," A chef hummed next to you as they set a plate of shadow hog in front of you and where Levi was going to sit, "If you have any problems, be sure to let me know."

Before you could answer, the chef moved to the other room filled with rowdy Apprentices. You watched the door, the stillness of it causing a frown to tug at your lips. You started prodding your food while waiting for Levi. You weren't surprised he was a little behind, half the Apprentices hadn't stepped foot on the ship for centuries. The other half weren't under his command for even longer. But really, can't they give Levi a break? You miss him, he's been busy all day..

"Sorry Sunshine-" Levi fumbled out as he rushed in, he sat down as quickly as he walked over to the table before a sigh escaped his lips, "Hopefully that'll be a one-time thing." His hand reached out to you, an offer, or maybe an attempt at forgiveness, "They're all just a bit excited we're back in the ship."

Your lips were formed into a smile before you accepted his offer and carefully laid your hand in his. Your hand was gingerly trapped in his as you watched him fixed parts of his uniform. Your hand slowly grabbed his and your eyes met. "Sunshine?"

"I've missed you.." Levi's eyes widened slightly, his mouth opening to speak before you continued, "You're practically running to the end of the ship every hour. I'm not used to my Levi putting in so much exercise in one day.." You joked, your eyes drifting to your hands as Levi gently squeezed it.

"I've missed you too, sunshine.. But, now we have some alone time. Let's make the most of it." Levi's thumb slowly grazed your hand in a soothing motion and you let out a small, content sigh before you fixed your posture, "Before that, let's eat?"

With a nod, you and Levi scarfed down your food, albeit at a pace neither of you would choke, "Tastes a little sweet," You comment while carefully messing with the sauce, "A little familiar though.."

"You wanna meet in our room? I need to make sure everyone gets to their rooms before.." You glanced up at Levi as he trailed off. His eyes were firmly fixed on you.

You furrow your brow, a hint of curiosity edging into your voice as you spoke, "Before.. What?"

"Before, uh.." Levi trailed off again as he shuffled in his seat, "You think it could wait?"

"Do you know if that's a good idea? I'm no admiral, so.."

"I'll be fast." Levi stood from his seat before hurrying out to the Apprentices' dining area. You blinked away your confusion before you stood, a server shuffled their way into your area and began picking up your plates, "Excuse me?"

The server glanced at you, waiting for you to continue. "What was in the sauce?"

"Oh, um.. I-I don't know the recipe exactly, but the chefs kept going on about this gold syrup." You felt your heart skip and quickly shook it off, "Thanks for the help."

With a nod, the server left with the plates and Levi pushed the doors open. His footsteps were quick and you opened your mouth to spurt out an order, but his hand stopped you, "Let's.. wait on that, sunshine." Your heart was beating loud enough for it to echo in your ears. Levi's hand gently moved off your mouth and his thumb slowly grazed your lips, "Please."

"Then.. Should we head to our room?" You slowly pulled away before he hurriedly showed you the way to the room you were placed in. Once the door shut, Levi's hands were gliding across your waist and along the hem of your pants like he'd been waiting for this moment. You squirmed in place, your normal instinct was to turn around and watch him melt into himself as you shoved him on a pillow, but anytime you tried, his hands firmly grabbed your hips as a growl slipped from his lips. It was unusual, but you didn't hate it. Not in the slightest.

You did your best to keep still before Levi began slowly undoing your pants and pulling them down, lowering himself with them. A shiver travelled through your body as the cool air touched your legs, and a small tremble soon followed as he planted a kiss on your inner thigh, "L-Levi.." You gasped, his hand teasingly tracing your underwear, "Sunshine."

You choked back a whimper as he kissed again and again, "If you're on top.." You nervously fumbled your thumbs as you continued, "Do you promise to be gentle?"

"We'll have to see," Levi hummed, gently nipping your thigh before he pulled your underwear down and stood, "Wanna make sure they can be gentle first?"

You glanced back at him, your brows furrowing as you were met by a grin, "They..?" You turned to face Levi before he gently encouraged you down, and you followed. With a bit of fumbling, you pulled not one, but two dicks out together and a gasp was caught in your throat.

You've had sex.. Not much, but enough times to have noticed if Levi had two. Maybe the Newt Syrup was getting to you too, but with quick and gentle kisses against them, they twitched back at you.

"W-When.." Your gaze trailed up as pride sparked in Levi's eyes, "Surprise, sunshine." Levi happily hummed. Your eyes slowly trailed back to both of them, unsure how to approach it.

"If it's too much," Levi moved your hair away as he spoke, you could feel a grin spreading, "I don't mind you only taking one in for now."

With a bit of hesitation, you carefully handled the second dick and slid the first in your mouth, slowly moving your head and hand back and forth as you started prepping them for yourself. They felt the same, but the thought of both at the same time was.. Scarily tempting. A groan slipped from Levi as you went on, a small bit of your hair clamped between his hand as he bit back another. Your hands carefully supported the two of them as you moved between the dicks. Your movements were teasingly slow, causing more groans to slip from Levi as he tried to choke out a few words, "Sunshine.." You glanced up at him, his face flushed with red and a small trail of drool came from his mouth, "Up."

You obeyed. Your hands carefully supporting his dicks before he took your wrists and pinned you to the bed. His grip was firm as he slowly slid his dicks between your thighs, "Levi~" You cooed, slowly rubbing them before he grabbed your hips again, a groan slipping from his lips.

"Careful with your wishes, sunshine," He growled, the first one sliding its way in, and then the next. You gasped at the feeling. He was slow with letting you get used to it, after all, both at the same time was new. But his thrusts were anything but gentle. It felt like he was letting out all his frustrations with each thrust, and your moans only encouraged him further.

"L-Levi.." You entangled his name into your moans, his thrusts staggering slightly as he grunted and held onto your hips with a tighter grip. "Sunshine.."

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, your moans sending another shockwave as he thrusted again. Levi's own groans began shifting into moans as his thrusts staggered more overtime. "Levi.." You whimpered against his skin, "C-Cum for me.."

Moans slipped from Levi's lips, and a whimper slipped from yours as you felt him slowly fill you. His body trembled, nearly giving out on top of you, "S-Sun.. shine.."

"What a good boy, Levi.." You purred. Levi's body slowly relaxed into you, soft pants escaping as he tried to gather his energy. You gently messed with his hair as you waited, a shiver passing through as he pulled out. "What did you think, sunshine?"

"It was definitely quite the surprise.." You watched him sit up, a smile spreading on your lips, "But a welcome one."

"I'm really happy you enjoyed it." Levi began undressing further, his uniform carefully being dressed on a nearby mannequin. You shuffled around for a comfortable position as you watched, his gaze continued to travel to you, more loving than ever. You reached out to him, a small pout pulling your lips down. "I'm almost done, sunshine."

"But I already miss youu.." You tease, Levi carefully picked you up and threw the blankets open. He gently set you down, fluffing a pillow before your head came in contact as he slid in next to you and cuddle up to your side, "Get all the rest you need, Admiral Levi.."

"With you here, it'll be a little easier.." He mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed as he gently nuzzled his face into the side of your arm, "I love you, my sweet prince.."

"I love you too, sunshine.."

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[fixfoxnox]

"The 141 are pinned down"

Me: 👀👀👀

Me:

Me:

Me: oh you meant like in a fight....ah

I will pin them down in other ways hold on

Warnings: Safe word use, Smut, Rough Sex, various ships below, spit as lube

NSFW below the cut 😁

Price (NikPrice):

Large hands grabbed his hips, quickly flipping him from his back to his front. He was yanked roughly back, a small gasp forced from his lips as the man behind him slipped right back to where he had been slamming in and out of him at a quick speed.

The change in angle allowed the bulkier man to hit harder and deeper inside of him, forcing desperate moans from his mouth in a little punched out melody. Pleasure thrummed through him with every hit, his aching cock begging to be touched.

"Nik," he whined out desperately, pressing himself back against the man behind him, "Please, please, please!"

Nikolai was quick to wrap an arm around his chest, his hand fixing its way around his throat so that he could yank him back. He continued to pound into him with unrelenting strength, even as he pulled him back to rest against his chest. "What do you want? Hmm?" Nikolai muttered the words in his ear, sounding as though he was hardly effected by the hard pace he was moving at. The only sign that he was effected were the little grunts and pleased noises that occasionally escaped his lips.

Price could feel his legs shaking, pleasure spiking in his body. He wanted to touch himself, wanted to finally finish himself off with just a few strokes. The slow build of pleasure in his gut was so unbelievably good, but it was also maddening. "Please," he moaned, his head tilting back against Nikolai's shoulder.

"Please?" Nikolai gave a breathy chuckle beside his ear. "Come on, Captain. Use your words."

Price felt a small twinge of annoyance run through him at the man's teasing, but it was quickly buried as Nikolai nailed his prostate, sending his arms rushing back to grab at Nikolai behind him, his blunt nails digging into the other man's skin. Nikolai continued hitting that spot with deadly accuracy

His voice was more desperate than he thought he'd even heard it as he finally gave in and weakly called out, "Please let me touch myself, please."

"Was that so hard?" Nikolai chuckled against his ear. "Thank you for asking," he was quick to shove Price back down to the bed, shoving his face into the mattress as one of his hands fixed itself on the back of his neck, pinning him in place as he continued to slam into him. "You're going to cum like this, dusha moya. You're going to finish from my cock alone or not at all."

Gaz (SoapGaz):

Gaz stumbled into the room, his mouth connected in a fiery kiss with Soap's. Their hands explored the other quickly, rutting up clothing to touch skin and darting down to get a quick pinch or grope at the other's ass.

They barely managed to shut the door behind them before Soap had Gaz pressed against the wall, pinning him in place against the wood as one of his knees shoved its way between his legs, pressing a delicious friction against his hardening cock.

Soap's hand continued to explore, shoving Gaz's shirt up so that he could dart down to capture a nipple in his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue. Gaz arched into the feeling, moaning out as he grew tangled in his shirt, trying desperately to get the fabric away from his heated skin.

One of Soap's hands slipped down, easily bypassing the waistband of his sweatpants. The man palmed at him over his underwear first, sending pleasure crawling up his spine and forcing his hips to jerk into the movement. "Fuck, Soap," Gaz's head fell back with a bang against the door, his mouth gaping open as the dual sensations of a mouth against his chest and a hand on his cock continued. Soap only hummed against his skin.

After a moment, Soap stood up fully, recapturing his lips for a filthy opened mouthed kiss. The click of teeth and tongues only seemed to drive the feeling of Soap's hand slipping into his underwear higher for Gaz, his back arching against the door desperately as Soap wrapped a hand around him.

Soap began a slow pace, his hand dragging up and down Gaz's cock with a torturous twist of his wrist. Gaz jerked his hips into the movement, trying to get any sort of further friction from the man in front of him. It only served to make Soap chuckle against his lips, his free hand moved up to stroke along his chest again.

The mouth against his own moved away, trailing down to place heated kisses against his skin and suck bruising marks on him. Gaz could only whine and moan at the feeling, his own hands skating over Soap's clothed chest desperately before finally grabbing tight to his shirt for some sort of purchase.

"Soap," he grabbed tighter to the man as the slow pace of his hand grew to be not enough for him. He needed something faster, he needed the other man to tighten his fist around him. "Please, please, faster, fuck!"

"Need more, do ya?" Soap gave a quick nip to his neck, "Should have just said so." All at once he changed his pace. His fist tightened and he quickly began jerking up and down Gaz's cock at an overwhelming speed. It was too quick of a change from his previous pace and it had Gaz's legs shaking as gasps were forced from his lips continuously, hardly giving him a chance to breathe.

He tried to squirm away from the touch, the feeling of it almost overstimulating with its quickness. Soap was quick to remove the hand from his chest and press it against his hips, forcing him to stay still as he pinned him back against the door. "Soap!"

"C'mon now," Soap had a wicked grin on his face, "Keep still for me, this is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

Ghost (GhostRoach):

"Fuck!" Ghost tilted his head back, trying desperately not to buck his hips up into the mouth of the man hovering over him. It was a difficult thing to do, especially when he pulled off to give several long swipes of his tongue along the length of his cock.

Roach was always good at this. Ridiculously good with his mouth and his hands and always more than willing to drop to his knees at a word from Ghost. Now though, now was different. Now Ghost was at Roach's mercy, trying desperately to follow the man's command to keep his hips still.

It was difficult as Roach leisurely sucked at the head of his cock, his hand moving up and down his dick in tight slow strokes. His other hand had moved down to massage over his balls. All of it was making keeping still feel more and more impossible.

Roach took him further into his mouth slowly, his tongue stroking up and down the underside of his cock as he did. Pleasure singed up Ghosts spine and and he was forced to grab tight to the sheets of the bed, needing some sort of purchase as Roach hummed around him. Roach met his eyes as he continued sinking down further on him, his gaze just as challenging as it was mischevious. He clearly wanted Ghost to lose control of himself.

He knew exactly how to get that too. He sank himself all the way down, taking Ghost's cock into the back of his throat before moaning around his length. Ghosts legs shook and he tossed his head to the side, a deep groan pulled from his throat.

"Fuck," he gave a desperate grunt as Roach quickly pulled off of his cock and returned to only giving him sweet kitten licks to the tip while his hand worked over him slowly. "Fuck, Bug, this is unfair." His words were desperate, his voice already wrecked.

Roach pulled away from his cock with a mischevious grin, his hand beginning to work him up and down faster. "Unfair?" He tilted his head at Ghost innocently, "I'm sucking your cock, aren't I?" His hand tightened around him, "All that I asked is that you be good for me and keep those hips still."

"You," Ghost tilted his head back with a groan, "You're making that impossible." Roach ran his thumb over the head of his cock suddenly and that was it for him. The unexpected move had a gasp tearing from his throat and his hips jumping up desperately to follow the friction of those hands.

As soon as he'd done it and the hands on his cock were gone. Instead they pressed harshly onto his hips, pinning them in place as Roach came to hover over his dick again. He gave a small laugh, "Look at that," he grinned teasingly up at Ghost, "You lose."

Ghost would have been annoyed, but he couldn't find it in himself to be when, a moment later, Roach took him all the way down his throat.

Soap (SoapRoach):

Roach had him bent over the nearest hard surface that he could find, his hands working him open with all of the confidence of a man who did this often. With the amount of lube the two had gone through in the past week, Soap knew very well how often Roach got up to this sort of thing.

He gasped against the table, pressing his warm cheek to the cool wooden surface desperately. Roach was very skilled with his hands and, as his fingers worked their way in and out of him, Soap couldn't help but squirm, the attention not enough for his already leaking cock.

Roach met the movement with a hand slapping the back of his thigh harshly, "Stay still." His words were hissed out and punctuated with a sharp thrust of his fingers that had Soap giving a loud moan. Roach was quick to give a slap to his thigh again, "And quiet, we don't need someone outside to hear you. I'd hate for the enemy to find us while I'm knuckle deep inside you."

Soap gave a moan again, but he was quick to muffle it with his hand. He knew that Roach was right about them needing to stay quiet. This might have been a safe house, but that didn't meant they couldn't be caught.

He tried to rut back against the fingers curling inside of him and, thankfully, Roach didn't seem to mind. In fact, Roach gave a low chuckle before slowly beginning to work another finger inside of him, stretching him well with three buried as far as they could inside of him.

The pressure made his legs shake as Roach increased the speed of the fingers fucking into him. It was so unbelievably good and he felt more than ready to take Roach's cock, but still, Roach continued with no sign of stopping. He worked him higher and higher with his fingers, forcing pleasure to haze over his mind as he continued whining into his arm.

After a moment, Roach brushed against that spot inside of him, nailing it so perfectly that he couldn't help but jerk in the man's arms, a loud whine pulling from his mouth as he moved away from his arms on instinct.

In a flash, Roach had a hand around his mouth, his entire body pressing against his to pin him down to the table as his hand harshly nailed that spot over and over. "Didn't I tell you to stay still and keep quiet?" His voice was harsh and Soap moaned again at the sound of it, his entire body shaking as he was worked higher and higher into his pleasure. "Do I need to gag you? Tie you down? Is that the only way you'll listen?" Soap moaned against him again, a flush running over his skin at Roach's responding laugh. "Is that it, hmm?" He leaned forward, his mouth pressed right against Soap's ear as he spoke, "Is that where you belong? Gagged and pinned down while I fuck you stupid?"

Soap's eyes rolled back as the white hot of his orgasm rushed over his body.

Roach (GhostRoach):

Roach gave a moan as he came down from the high of his pleasure. The feeling of Ghost still rutting inside of him was quickly becoming too much after the third orgasm that Ghost had ripped from his body that night. His hands dug into the other man's shoulders desperately, tiny gasps pulled from his lips as he tried to speak around Ghost continuing to nail his prostate.

"Simon!" He sobbed out finally, "Please, please, too much!!!" Ghost didn't listen to him, his mind laser focused as he chased his own pleasure. Normally Roach would have gladly let himself be used, but this was definitely pushing into unpleasant territory for him and he couldn't let that happen. He could help Ghost get off in another way but for now he needed the man to stop. "Whiskey!" He called finally, "whiskey, whiskey!"

Simon stopped immediately, his eyes turning wide as he looked down at Roach's red face. "Shit," He tilted down to press a kiss to Roach's exhausted face, "You alright? I'm so sorry, Bug."

Roach waved him off quickly, "You didn't do anything wrong," his voice sounded weak to his own ears and he could see Ghost wince. He tugged the man closer to him, "This is why we have the safeword, remember?" He pressed a kiss to Ghost's cheek, "If I needed it before then, I would have used it. I'm okay."

Ghost seemed to calm down at the words, his entire body relaxing with a relieved sigh. "Good, that's good." He caught his eyes, "What do you need?"

Roach winced slightly, "Pull out?"

Ghost did as he asked, slowly pulling out of him in a move that had both of them wincing. Ghost was still hard, precum leaking from the tip of his cock. He gave no indication that he noticed though, completely ignoring it in favor of pressing kisses to Roach's cheeks. "I'll go get you some water," he spoke lowly.

Roach stopped him with a hand on his arm, "No," he motioned to the bottle of lube that had been discarded against their nightstand, "Hand me that, baby."

"Roach," Ghost started lowly, "You don't have to-"

"Si," Roach met him with a low look, "The lube."

Ghost hesitated for only a moment before handing the bottle to Roach, watching with wide eyes as Roach poured a generous amount into his hands before handing the bottle back to him so he could return it to its place.

Roach warmed the lube up between his hands, taking his time before finally lifting his legs and beginning to slather the slick substance between his thighs. Once he was satisfied he turned to meet Ghost's wide eyes with a smile, "Wanna fuck my thighs?"

Ghost was on him in a second, shifting back to in front of him on the bed. His hands gripped tight to Roach's legs, lifting them up and pressing them back toward his chest, pinning him in place with the movement as he rutted up against the backs of his thighs.

"Fuck, Bug," he pulled Roach's legs apart just enough that he could slip his aching cock between them before pressing Roach's legs tight together, gasping as the plushness of Roach's thighs enveloped him in a tight heat. "God you're fucking perfect."

With that, Ghost began to shallowly rut himself between the slide of Roach's thighs, moans and gasps pulling from his throat. He picked speed up quickly, soon matching the pace that he had earlier as his hands continued to press Roach back, pinning him to the bed by his legs. Roach couldn't help but admire the sight of Ghosts red and fucked out face.

"Feel good, baby?" He asked, meeting his boyfriend's eyes with an innocent smile.

Ghost met his teasing by pressing against him harder, a growl pulling from his throat as he spoke, "Going to be doing this much more often, Bug." One of his hands slapped Roach's ass harshly, pulling a squeak and bright red blush from the man underneath him, "Every part of you was just made for me to fuck, wasn't it?"

Bonus! Jackson (Gaz/Jackson):

It had started as some light making out on the couch with his boyfriend. Jackson really hadn't meant for it to turn into anything more. He hadn't even tried to turn it into a makeout session! He really had just wanted to kiss his cute boyfriend for being cute. That was all!

It was Gaz who had pulled him in for another kiss! It was Gaz who had licked his way into his mouth, pressing closer and closer to him with every suck of his tongue into his mouth. It was Gaz who had shoved him to lay back on the couch and crawled into his lap. It was Gaz who had started to grind against him, pulling harsh gasps from his lips.

And now, it was Gaz who was shoving his sweatpants and underwear down just enough that he could pull his already hard cock out to begin stroking over him quickly.

He could do nothing but groan as the other man worked him over quickly, a seductive smile on his face as he stared down at his gasping and panting form. "F-fuck, darlin'," Jackson's head tilted back against the couch at the smooth slide of the other man's hand against him. "Jesus fuck, you're so fucking perfect. So good, fuck!"

Gaz gave a chuckle at his babbling, his eyes watching him carefully as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock. "I was thinking," he started innocently, tightening his hand. He waited a moment, watching Jackson's glazed over face and the adoration in his eyes with growing amusement, "Are you paying attention, baby?"

Jackson nodded rapidly, his mind blank as his mouth hung open. Gaz was the only thing he could pay attention to at the moment. His hips jerked just a bit as Gaz slowed his strokes, running his fingers lightly over his shaft for several moments.

"I think," Gaz smiled at him, "That I want to ride you. Right now. What do you think?"

"Yes, yes fuck, holy shit, please," Jackson babbled out, his entire face dusting pink as he watched Gaz. "Do whatever you want oh," his head tilted back as Gaz started jerking him off quickly again, "fuck, fuck, whatever you want, darlin'. Whatever you want!"

Gaz gave him a toothy grin, "That's what I like to hear." He surged forward to connection their mouths in a sloppy kiss again. When he pulled back, spit was slicking both of their lips. "No touching until I say so, yeah?"

Jackson nodded wildly. Gaz could have asked him to shave himself bald in that moment and he would have said yes. Whatever the man wanted and he would do.

Gaz was quick to pull his hand away, climbing off of him. Jackson gave a whine, but that was soon cut off into a moan as he watched Gaz discard both his pants and underwear before climbing back on top of him, sitting over his thighs for a moment as he leaned his face down close to his cock.

Jackson watched him in confusion for several moments before another moan was torn from his body as he watched Gaz let spit fall from his lips to land over his cock. Gaz spread the spit down his length while grinning at him, quickly shuffling back up his body to hover himself over his cock.

Jackson didn't even have a chance to mention that Gaz hadn't been prepped when the other man started sinking down on him. Gaz was tight and warm, but there was something else. He was already slick. Already slick and already stretched.

Jackson realized with a groan as Gaz continued sinking down onto him, "Fuck, you planned this didn't you? Fucking tease."

Gaz gave a laugh between his moans, his hands fixing themselves on Jackson's chest for support. "Took you this long to realize that?" They both groaned with delight when Jackson finally bottomed out, Gaz fully seated on his cock as desperate little breaths pulled from his lips. There was a flush laying over his skin and Jackson took the chance to admire him through the haze of pleasure that threatened to crowd his mind.

After a long moment, Gaz lifted himself up slightly before slamming back down on Jackson's cock, pulling a groan from both of them and causing Jackson's hands to fly to the man's hips, trying to force him to move again. Gaz wasn't going to let that happen though.

Before Jackson could even register what was going on, Gaz had his hands pinned above his head, his face hovering close to his as he gave a smile, "No, sir. I'm in charge right now. Remember? No touching until I say so." With that, the man rolled his hips once again.

Bonus! Roach (Roach/Jackson):

Jackson held Roach to the bed with one hand, his other making quick work of his belt as he stared excitedly at the form of his naked friend in front of him. Roach's entire face was red and that flush ran down his body temptingly. It drew Jackson's attention to his friends cock, already hard and dripping.

The younger man was already prepped, Jackson knew that without looking. After all, he'd walked into his new room to find Roach with three fingers inside of him already, working himself open just for him.

Finally he managed to get his belt undone. He didn't bother taking it off, just like the rest of his clothes. He was too eager to get inside of his friend, too eager to fuck him just like Roach had told him he was allowed to.

"Fuck Sanderson," he finally managed to get the button and zipper of his pants undone. He pulled his half hard cock from his underwear, not bothering to pull anything down more than he needed. He wrapped a hand around himself, giving himself several slow teasing strokes to work him up fully. He admired the way his hand looked pressed against Roach's neck, "If this is the present I get for being promoted, I'll be a fucking five star general by the end of the month."

Roach squirmed under his gaze,trying to get some sort of friction to himself. Jackson watched the movement with glee, "Could probably just get off looking at you like this," he pressed the man further into the bed, "Wouldn't even touch you, just look."

Roach gave a whimper, "Paul!" His hips jerked up, "No, c'mon!"

"Ah," Jackson gave him a wicked grin. "What do we say?"

Roach gave him a pout, "Please!"

"Please, what?" He leaned closer to Roach with a grin, letting his cock press against the younger man's thigh, "C'mon, you know what I want to hear."

"Please, Sergeant," Roach grabbed at his shoulders, tugging him closer, "fuck me!"

Jackson grinned at his friend before lining himself up and quickly pressing inside the younger man in one quick move. They both gasped at the feeling, Roach scratching at Jackson's shoulders for purchase as Jackson grabbed tight to Roach's thighs with both hands, pulling him closer.

He gave him only a few moments to adjust before his hand was returning to Roach's throat, holding the man in place as he began to fuck into him quickly, the sounds of skin slapping skin ringing through the small room.

Jackson set a rough pace, delighting in his friends desperate gasps and moans as he fucked him into the bed, the springs of the old frame squeaking dangerously. He paid them no mind, his hands quickly beginning to skate appreciatively over the body under his.

"Fuck, you been hiding all this from me, Sanderson?" He grabbed Roach's hips in a bruising grip, increasing his pace as he continued wringing pleasure from the both of them, building it up in their veins.

He changed his angle after a moment, grinning wide when he heard Roach yelp and felt him arch against him, his hands clawing into his shoulders. Jackson slammed into him over and over, abusing his prostate with hard quick thrusts.

"Paul, Paul!" Roach babbled out, his eyes rolling back as his mind was taken over with the feelings of hot pleasure panging in him mercilessly. He grabbed tight to Jackson's hair, trying to tug him closer to him as he continued, "Too much! Fuck too good."

Jackson was quick to put a stop to Roach's yanking hands. He grabbed the man, slamming his hands to the bed above his head with one hand before grabbing his throat with the other. His hips continued moving as he leaned down to press a hot kiss against Roach's mouth. When he pulled back he spoke, "Take it, I know you can. Go on, baby, take everything I give you like the good little toy you are."

No what, you guys are the one who wanted me to write the 141 being pinned down, not me 🙄

I definitely had no desire to abuse this and write Jackson smut thats craaaazy

[dickarchivist]

Hello!

I am obsessed with your OC Clone squad. Thanks for sharing them with us!

You said you’re taking requests so I’m sliding in with one 👀

I’m taking from the same delicious NSFW prompt list @dystopicjumpsuit used!

The prompt is “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” with Ghost. He seems so sweet and deeply caring. With his cybernetic eyes perhaps eye contact is important to him/his partner???

Do with this as you please, no pressure! 💕

Thanks @starrylothcat for the fic request!! I'm so excited to deliver, and for my sweet boy Ghost too 😭

I Will Know You Forever, Even In Darkness

Clone OC Ghost × fem!Reader (civilian mechanic) (new relationship)

Word count: 2860

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Summary: After a scare on a mission, your new sweetheart's in recovery at the hospital. When you're finally allowed in to see him, you make up for lost time.

Contents and Warnings: fluff and smut the ultimate combo, bit of angst at the beginning, PiV sex, mentions of eye trauma (nothing graphic), yearning good lord the yearning this man does for you. Happy ending, pinky promise.

Author Notes: This fic takes place directly after the mission that causes Ghost to lose his eyes and get his prosthetics. No actual eye trauma is described in detail, it's only stated that he lost them from acid splash, and he's given cybernetics as a replacement.

Small cameo of others in Grave Squad, the jedi of the 404th, and even smaller cameo/mention of two other sw OCs I've made over the years.

Sorry this one's so long, but also not sorry at all because I think it's really good.

When The Crypt lands in the hanger, you're absolutely thrilled. Ghost and his brothers were home at last. You set down your tools and twll your assistant you'd be back in a second, to which they roll their eyes with a smile, "Boyfriend's back huh?"

"Shush," you giggle, and start toward the ship with glee. But the closer you gwt, the more your smile fades

Wraith is out first, Specter and Banshee carrying a stretcher after him, "Careful! He's fragile, don't jostle him, I just got his vitals stable again!"

Guilt bubbles in your stomach as you hope and hope that the clone on the stretch was Phantom. You wouldn't wish for any of them to be hurt, but please. Please, anyone but--

"Ghost's gonna be fine," Phantom stretcha as he gets out of the ship, play wrestling with Wraith in a bad attempt to lighten the worried media's mood, "You saved his face, I'm sure he'll thank you for that when he wakes up."

"If he wakes up, Tommy!" Wraith spits at his brother, poking his finger hard into his chest, "Like I said, he's fragile, we can't be too cautious! I don't know the extent, he could die for all-"

"Wraith." Specter's voice cuts like a knife. He had noticed you when you'd arrived, and knew all the talk wasn't helping your anxiety.

"He's... he's not going to die, right?" There's a tremble in your voice, your hands are gripping the front of your jump suit so tight its almost hard to breathe, "He can't, he's- please..."

Phantom pushes his brothers along, the stretcher jostling just enough that Ghost's arm falls limp from it, and the cry that comes from you is mournful enough to make the hanger fall silent.

Wraith tries to comfort you, but his anxious yammering only proves to make things worse. Phantom catches your shoulders, then pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey Mesh'la, it's fine. It's fine, Cap's been in worse spots than this. His name is Ghost, not Dead Guy, right? Afterlife can't get him, he's stuck here with us. Take a breath, okay, it'll be fine. He'll be fine."

His brothers keep you up to date while you aren't allowed in to see Ghost. He's lost both his eyes. They tell you he was heroic, only thinking about the lives of the people he was protecting during the battle. Wraith later confides in you that he believes it was his fault, that if he hadn't forgotten his helmet, Ghost wouldn't have given him his. Ghost's eyes wouldn't have been lost. You want to be angry, but you know them too well at this point.

"Rai, you didn't take his helmet off him. You didn't throw the acid. You didn't do anything malicious... Specter said you kept him alive, it was your quick actions that saved him. Stop calling yourself Ghost's attacker, he'd hate to hear that..."

Wraith nods, but doesn't say anything else, just goes back to Ghost's hospital room to do his best in helping his brother. You get the feeling that Wraith isn't going to belive it's not his fault until Ghost tells him that himself.

On the fifth day, you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"I don't care, no one is going to replace Captain Ghost." There's a few garbled words, then the voice came back, more forceful, "Ghost, not CT-1313." There's another pause before you hear a snarl, "HIS NAME IS GHOST!"

There's hushed murmers, then the voice speaks again, "Good, now that we're clear that this is a man and not a number: you'll give him new eyes. Yes, I do mean that. I do not care what it costs you, he's an irreplaceable asset to the 404th, and I will not have him decommissioned when the best course of action is to replace what he's lost."

You don't realize how close you've gotten to the door until it a little girl grabs your hand, "It's not polite to easedrop... it's fun to do though."

You'd seen her once before, Ghost called her "Vod'ika", and you aren't sure if that's her name or not. She's got her ear pressed to the door, and she giggles, "Oooh, Master Dax is angry, he's using his little voice."

"Master-" when the door opens, a yellow zebrak in jedi robes stands before you. His bright blue eyes catch you, then the little girl behind you.

His glare turns to a funny face immediately. Hands beside his head flaired out, tongue sticking out, eyes crossed. It makes you laugh for the first time in days. "Good!" The zebrak booms, holding your shoulders, "We like happy. Happy means hope, and what's wrong with a little hope right? You must be this "Cyare" Ghostie has been muttering about in his sleep, I know all his brothers, and none of them have that moniker, Athena there is "Cyar'ika", so Cyare must be you!"

You know that word, you heard it often when you were a mandalorian foundling as a child. Beloved. Your face blooms with blush, and you look down at the kid behind you, then back to the man, "uh... y-yeah, I guess so."

"Good, good good good, excellent, good!" He puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the door you'd been camped in front of since Ghost was admitted, "Listen Cyare, Ghost's gonna be fine, Wraith and another clone, I don't know if you know him, Repeat, they'll be preforming Ghost's surgery. Why you ask? Because I don't trust those smug asses with my boys!" His laugh booms again, and you can't help your giggle either, "Now, Re is from my previous Padawan, now a master, so proud. Re is from Annika's battalion, the 418th, let me tell you..."

Master Dax talks your ear off for hours. But it takes your mind off of the situation, and before you know it, Specter is collecting you from the enthusiastic jedi, "Buir, shut it. C'mon, Ghost's up, he wants to see you."

You wave to Dax and Athena, thanking them for spending the day with you. As you walk the now familiar path to Ghost's room, you find that your pace moves quicker the closer you get. Specter chuckles at your side, "Just run, we told the staff to let you in."

"Thanks," you manage before sprinting away. You're running so fast the doors don't part for you at one point and you slam directly into them, eliciting uproarious laughter from a few of the clones lucky enough to see the disaster. It takes a lot of patience to slow down enough for the automatic doors, but eventually you're where you need to be.

Wraith is waiting inside Ghost's room for you. He's fidgeting more than normal, and when he sees you, his speech goes into over drive, "Okay keep in mind I'm not perfect I did my best and he's my brother so of course I did my very very best for him and Repeat was a huge help please don't be mad at-"

"Wraith," Ghost's voice sends your heartbeat further into overdrive, "Shut up before she thinks you killed me." There's humor... stars you're so happy to hear that light chuckle, "C'mere Cyare, I want the first thing I see to be you."

Before you go to his side, you stop at Wraith, kissing his cheek lightly, "Thanks for brining him back to me..."

"Y-yep." As Wraith stumbles out of the room holding his cheek, you cross to Ghost.

Your hand finds his, and immediately his head turns to you with a smile, "There she is, my heart. Rai said the bandages could come off a few hours after surgery. Told him I wanted you to be there for it, hope that's alright."

You don't say anything. You climb into the bed with him, your arms wrapping around him, tangling your legs together as best you can with the blanket over him. Ghost kisses the top of your head as you settle in, rubbing your back, "I'm alright..."

"I know."

"If I'm not handsome anymore, you can always date Phantom, he hits on you enough to where I think he might be serious." He chuckles, but when you don't, he stops. Ghost's hand finds your cheek, and brings you to look at him, even though he can't see you yet, "Hey. I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'm alive, and I want to see you... please Cyare, let me see you."

You move on him, straddling his hips, thankful for his eyes being the only injury this time. You hold his face gently, and he steals a kiss to your palm, making you blush. "Ghost..?"

"Hm?"

"It's not just your looks, you know that, right? It's you. Even if you're still blind, or your face is weird, I'd still want to be with you... Phantom's gross anyway, not made of boyfriend material like you." When he laughs this time, so do you. Hope, you think, a little hope is good.

Careful, so much so you're holding your breath, you begin to take off Ghost's bandages. His eyes are closed underneath, and you cover your mouth for a moment. It's like a mask of scars tissue, still gently pink from the acid. When he flutters his eyes open, white irises meet yours, and you can help but cry. Tears stream down your face, and Ghost looks almost dejected before you croak, "You're okay..."

Ghost lets out a breath of relief, his new eyes focusing on you, "I was hoping to see you smile, but I'll take happy tears too. They are happy, right?"

"Yes!" You burst, bouncing in his lap a little with the laugh, reaching for him again as you go to kiss him.

Ghost gives an appreciative "mmm~" as your lips find his. He puts his hands on your hips, one leaving its post rather quickly and rubbing across the small of your back and side. He's surprised when you deepen the kiss, and you feel his length move under you as your tongue slides over his. He chuckles when you part, and looks up at you with new eyes, "Careful there Cyare, I'm getting excited."

"Is... is that a bad thing?" You bite your bottom lip a little and deliberately roll your hips on him this time, "I... I missed you, and these last few days, I couldn't stop thinking about... a-about how I don't want to be without you."

Ghost throbs against you, but you get the feeling it wasn't because of your movements on him, rather your words. You keep rolling your hips on him, wanting to feel him yourself, "For a moment I thought you were gone, and I realized I didn't get to tell you how I feel-"

"Stop," he holds you still, his hands finding yours, "Don't say it. N-not unless you mean it, got that? Don't say it because you feel like you have to."

You recognize the look of fear in his eyes, of rejection, pain from a love once spurned. You're not each others firsts, but you do know one thing, you want him to be your last firsts. You put your hands on Ghost's and guide them to your heart. It beats fast against his palms, much as his does on yours when you reach out to him. You mirror each other's moves, one hand each going to hold your cheeks. His thumb rubs your cheekbone, eyes locked with yours, "Cyare..."

"Kar'taylir darasuum." The mandalorians who found you, became your family, they had taught you this phrase when you left them. With how Ghost's eyes soften at you, you know he understands them too. You repeat them to him all the same, beginning to rock on him again, "I will know you forever, Ghost."

Ghost repeats them back to you, his hand guiding your face to his for another kiss. It's slow and lingering, when you pull back, he's smiling so warmly, lips gently parted with soft breath, "I will know you forever, even in darkness."

Ghost's eyes roam down between you, and blush finally shows on his face, "Cyare, if we don't do something about these clothes, I might throw a fit."

You're both giggling as you fumble with your clothes. Soft stolen kisses, small gasps of appreciation, little stories of "What's this scar from?" And kissed freckles. When you're standing beside Ghost's hospital bed fully bare to him, he looks at you with so much adoration. His hand reaches for yours, and you're guided back to his lap. He's bigger than you thought, his length hard in your hand. "Wow..."

"I could say the same," Ghost chuckles and puts his hands on your hips, eyes on your slick folds before slowly working up to your eyes again, "Never seen such a beautiful body before."

You bite your lip as you move against him, running his length through your folds to slick him. The groan he makes joins yours as you toy his tip against your clit. Ghost smiles up at you, hands holding your breasts, circling your nipples with his thumbs, "Stars you feel great already... Cyare, mmm~"

Your eyes flutter closed as you take him into your waiting walls, "Ghost..."

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby," when he speaks, it's so soft, so breathy and light, you're not sure if you heard it or thought it. You look down at him, and he already looks love drunk. Eyes half lidded, his hands move down to your hips again and pull you further onto him. You moan, bracing on his chest, and he groans with delight, "That's right baby, eyes on me... I want to see you."

"Ghost... kriff, s-so full," your eyes stay on his as you start to move on his lap, taking him fully each time you lower back down. You start slow, easing yourself through the burn of the initial stretch, but soon you're at an even pace. The sticky wet sound of his length moving in and out of you fills the room with your tandem breathing.

His hands hold you tight, hips bucking up into you as you bounce on his length. His eyes flicker between yours, your breasts bouncing, and the way he glides in and out of you with such easy. You whine for him, hands balling in his chest hair, clenching around his length, "Feels so good, Ghost, s-stars." When his fingers slide to your clit, you cry out for him with an arch of your back, "Ghost! Ah!"

"D-dont look away," his other hand holds your face, thumb running over your bottom lip before you take it in your mouth and suck. Ghost's eyes widen a little, his hips stuttering before the pace quickens, "Oh kriff..."

You release his thumb and lock eyes with him again, "I'm close, do-don't stop, don't stop, Ghost, oh-" a whine releases from your lips as he rubs your clit faster, eyelashes flutter but you keep your eyes open, closer and closer to the edge, "Ghost, oh, oh baby, oh Ghost!"

"S-stay with me baby, come on, s-so close, so--" he grunts, his hips snap up into your walls in an intense build of pressure before he sits up off the bed with a cry of your name, spending himself inside you without restraint.

His wild bucks and intense attention to your clit were enough to get you to the edge, but feeling him fill you with his spend, it sends you over into ecstasy. You collect his lips in a kiss as you orgasm, body clenching around his length and shuttering with aftershocks of pleasure. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you come down, and as Ghost holds you close, kissing your neck and shoulder, you feel so warm and safe.

Small drops of warmth hit your shoulder, and for a moment concern holds your body still. Was he hurt? You pull away to see Ghost's face, and to your surprise, tears are filling his new eyes, falling down his cheeks. You hold his face gently, wiping the tears from his unmarked skin, Careful of the sensitive scarring, "Ghost... what's wrong baby?"

"Nothing," he laughs a soft cry, kissing your lips just once, "I'm... overwhelmed. Spent the last month thinking of this, the last week needing to see you, just one more time, and..." He chuckles, feeling silly, kissing you again, "I can't believe this is real."

Your heart flutters, how is he this sweet? You press a delicate kiss to his forehead as you ease the both of you down. You nestle under his chin, still full of him, not willing to let that feeling end yet, "It's real, I promise."

After a few minutes of silence, Ghost rubbing your back in soothing circles, you're nearly asleep when you hear him again, "Did you mean it...?"

"Hm...?"

"You love me?"

You press a sleepy kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Ghost."

His heart picks up, you can feel it against your own, and it has you smiling. Ghost gives you a little squeeze, going back to rubbing your warm skin, "I love you too, Cyare."

[deakyjoe]

A Million Love Songs

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used)

Category: fluff

Summary: If music be the food of love, play on.

Warnings: mainly fluff, talks of dead family and planet troubles, Din being awkward

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Din Djarin, my beloved. Title taken from the Take That song of the same name. Proof read? No. Enjoy!

When Din had announced that you'd be leaving the ship for the first time in weeks after finally landing, you were elated. You'd dropped your tools and jumped up excitedly. Weeks of travelling, going in and out of hyperspace, had you almost crawling the walls. And when Din had said you could accompany him to a small town, you just about squealed with delight.

He'd taken you into the small town and led you to the local cantina where a live band were playing. He hadn't thought much of it until you beelined for them. Din watched you stand there enamoured by the band in front of you, eyes wide and unblinking as you stared longingly at the group. He wondered why you seemed to be enjoying them so much. They were average at best. Maybe live bands weren't as common on your home planet?

He allowed you to watch for a while, liking how you seemed to be loving it so much, before leading you away to a table so he could order some food for you and the kid.

He waited until your meals arrived to broach the subject.

"You don't have music where you're from?" It was half a question and half a statement, he'd made the assumption based on your reaction to the band before. And he seemed to be right when you answered him.

You shook your head, thinking back to your planet. "No, my home was too remote. Didn't really see much of anything." Suddenly remembering something, you paused. "But one year we had a really good harvest so my family travelled to the closest city to sell some things and there happened to be a festival. I saw a band. A live band! It was the best day ever. The only time I've ever heard music that isn't coming out of my own mouth. Until today."

Din frowned beneath his helmet. He thought it was slightly odd. "Not even on Tatooine?"

"No." You sighed at the thought. "I was only there for a couple of days before you arrived."

Seeming sad at the idea, Din couldn't allow you to miss out on something so simple yet so wonderful.

"I'll take you back one day. Soon. There's a band there that I think you'd like." The words were quiet but held a promise in them, a promise that Din vowed to keep.

Hope filled your voice. "Really?"

"Yes." Even if he had no previous intention of keeping his word, the way your eyes lit up at the idea would have changed his mind. "Really."

"Thank you."

"It's no trouble. I'm on Tatooine often."

"Still..."

"Hmm." He was silent for a moment. "Where are you from? I don't know if you've ever told me."

"Uhhh..." Your nose scrunched at the question.

"What? You can't remember?" He chuckled softly at your confused expression.

"No, it's not that." You rolled your eyes. "I'm just thinking... I don't think there's a translation for the name in Basic."

"Oh-" His head tilted back in surprise. "Say it in its original form then."

A lengthy word tumbled from your lips, sounding like a mix of vowels overlapping consonants and syllables being either so extended or shortened that it was hard to pick up on whatever you were saying.

"That's..."

"Long? I know. Took me until my late adolescence before I could pronounce it." You rolled your eyes and shrugged. "It was home."

"Why'd you leave?"

The way your mouth turned down at the corners had Din regretting his question.

"You don't have to-"

"No, it's okay. Umm..." You thought back to your planet, happy memories of it playing around in your head. "The climate started to decline a few years back. It became impossible to grow or harvest anything after a while. The planet was dying, as were its people. So my family sent me to Tatooine in the hopes that I could find somewhere for us to move to and settle down."

"And did you?"

You shook your head sadly. "The time it took me to travel there was too long. They all died before I got the chance.”

"I'm sorry."

You shrugged again. "Things happen."

"And that's when I found you?"

Your expression changed into one of happiness, of adoration. "And that's when you found me."

He softened at the way your face lit up at the mention of the two of you meeting, he felt the same.

The group of you sat in mostly silence for the rest of the meal, the child babbling every now and again and you blindly agreeing with whatever he was trying to say.

When you were done, Din handed you everything. Including the baby. "Take the kid back to the Razor Crest. I've got to pick up some things and inquire about a bounty here."

You nodded and slung the bags over your shoulders, careful not to jostle the child too much. "Okay, how long will you be?"

He gave a short shrug, the metal of his armour clanking together. "Not long. Maybe an hour or two."

"Hmm, alright." You pondered something for a second. "I might try to do some repairs in the hull. Small stuff."

Din nodded. "Okay."

"See you later and stay safe." You smiled at him, sweet and sincere.

He loved your smile. "Always do."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. "Yeah, okay."

And then you parted ways.

The bounty was unsuccessful so Din moved onto the market fairly quickly, walking around and buying the essential supplies. He managed to negotiate a few of the prices down with the mere intimidating aura of his presence.

It was when he reached the last stall in the market that his eyes landed on an object tucked away at the back of the table, partially obscured by a scarf.

"How much for this?" He asked the woman who owned it, picking it up and freezing when she announced a number that was way over his budget.

"You want it as a gift for someone? A special friend perhaps?" She sent him a knowing smirk.

He nodded. Whilst not strictly true in the way she was implying, Din considered you to be pretty special. Just not special enough to spend all of his remaining credits at once, no matter how much he really wanted to.

"Then have it."

He glanced up at her through the visor, assuming he'd heard her incorrectly.

"Take it. Give it to them and make them happy. Pfft, that has been sitting there since my son was a boy." She gestured at the fully grown man sitting behind her asleep. "Nobody wants it. But if it'll make your friend happy then have it."

"No, let me give you something for it."

"Nonsense. You have already bought half of my goods! Take it!" She cried at him, waving her hands to shoo him away.

"Thank you." He said, walking away once she'd nodded at him one last time to confirm.

The journey back to the Razor Crest was quick, given the fact that Din was almost running. He was nervous to give the gift to you, unsure if you'd like it. Logically, he knew you would. But he still doubted himself.

When he reached the ship, the doors wouldn't open fast enough. He waited impatiently as they hissed open and trudged up the ramp when they finally did.

"Hey, you're back!" You called to him from the end of the hull, head buried in a circuit board protruding from the wall. Din didn't even want to know what you were doing.

So he said nothing, pulled the present from his bag, turned the handle a few times and opened the box. He waited with bated breath for your reaction as a soft lullaby started to echo around the hull of the ship.

You froze in your spot, spanner dropping to the floor with a metallic clang. The song coming from the music box was heavenly, especially to your ears. You turned slowly in your spot, eyes wide with wonder as you looked to Din. When you stood and started making your way towards him, he straightened up and feared he'd done something wrong. You were deathly silent.

The song ended so he broke the quiet. "I found it at the market. Thought you'd like it."

Your eyes had filled with tears. "You bought it for me?"

"Yes." He nodded and gave it to you. "Here. So you can listen to music whenever you'd like."

You looked up at him with a new expression in your eyes, one he didn't recognise. "I love it. Thank you."

It was so quiet, he wouldn't have heard you if you were any further away from him.

"You're welcome."

Din watched you as you turned the handle, the song playing again. The way your face lit up as the melody flowed through the air had him melting inside. Who knew it would be so easy to please you? He was so glad you liked it.

"How'd it go in town?" You asked suddenly, eyes trained on the music box.

"They had a bounty for me but I declined the offer."

You looked up at him at that. "Why?"

A shrug. "Had to deal with a Wookiee."

"So?" You frowned deeply at that, not liking that answer.

"I don't speak Wookiee." He said as if it were obvious.

"Shyriiwook." You corrected him.

"What?" The frown on his face was almost audible.

"Shyriiwook. Wookieespeak." You explained with a casual wave of your hand, careful not to drop the gift he'd given you.

"Yeah, that. I don't speak that."

"I do." You confessed.

He almost didn't believe you. "You've never heard music before but you can speak Wookiee?"

"Shyriiwook. We had a Wookiee working for us back home. Nicest guy I ever met." You shrugged. "Besides, there wasn't a lot to do when I wasn't fixing things. I had time to learn languages."

"Maybe now you can learn about music."

You perked up. "You think?"

"Yeah, there's a lot of time on here when there's nothing to do. Why not? We'll find you some books." He thought the suggestion seemed nice, all he wanted was for you to be happy.

"That sounds amazing." You chirped, turning the handle on the music box once again. "I'm sorry if this gets annoying. You can tell me to stop playing it."

"It's okay." It really was. "Where's the kid?"

"Asleep in the cockpit." You mumbled, already humming along to the lullaby.

Din left you there alone, happy with your music, as he went to find the child and adjust the coordinates for your next destination. The soft sounds of you singing along to the song managed to reach him all the way from the hull. He smiled and congratulated himself for finding you a good gift and making you happy. Secretly he hoped he'd be able to do so many more times in the future.

A/N: I want a Din Djarin to buy me music boxes and love my smile. I adore writing fluffy shit with Din.

[diy-fire-water-pups]

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3- If you wish to RP, please send a DM to my other sideblog, self-indulgent-paw-patrol, so we can discuss about plots first. You don’t need to DM me if you just want to send asks or interact with the pups, though, that’s only for RPs.

4- EDIT! Thanks to some encouragement and the positive reception this blog has been receiving, I'm willing to try RPing crossovers again (Never did it here before, but I've done in other askblogs I've moderated in the past in other fandoms). The thing is, PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST! Sometimes I don't know your muse at all, so it would be good to get to know them a bit first, before we plot anything. The ideal is for you to have an "About" page for your muses so I can check them out!

5- I’m willing to RP ships, be it platonic or romance, but absolutely NO NSFW will be allowed here. From the possible ships with the pups in this blog, my OTP is Rocky x Zuma, followed by Marshall x Everest and Chase x Marshall. I’m open for shipping the pups with OCs, granted I get to know the OCs first.

6- Feel free to reblog any posts you may find in this blog, including the pups' answers to asks they get. The only posts you shall NOT REBLOG (but you can like) are the posts tagged as #RP if you're not the one participating in it. That's basic ancient Tumblr etiquette!

7- M!A (Magic!Anons) are allowed but within a limit! The effect will be applied ONLY to the ask that sent the M!A. I won't be taking M!As that intend to affect other asks or RPs. Dare the pups to do silly stuff all you want, but within this limit. Also, I'll still hold my right to decline a M!A for whatever reason.

Rules may be subject to change in the future as I see fit. For now, that's about it!

Now I'll take the chance to promote my friends' pups askblogs too just because I can XD Make sure to read their rules before interacting too!

@jurassicsnowpups - an askblog for Everest, Rex and Tracker!

@pcwpatrol - an askblog for Chase!

@taking-to-the-skye - an askblog for Skye!

@stretch-n-fetch - an askblog for Liberty!

[love-beyond-space-war]

Request: "Sept 21st is making me think of Rtas for no reason in particular, so can we get a short of Rtas ‘Vadum/The Shipmaster with a reader that meant to stow away on a different, less important ship but accidentally ended up on his instead? Oh yeah, human reader after the Human-Covenant war is over. No preference on gender reader so whatever comes out in writing ig?"

Note: Alright, cool! Rtas is definitely one of my favorite characters. I just hope I made this request work as I wasn't sure why Reader was a stowaway in the first place since I forgot to ask ^^; Sorry if it's too short.

Home for a Stowaway

Rtas 'Vadum x Human! Reader

Synopsis: Rtas has always been on of the more merciful Sangheili after the Human-Covenant war. He's always been one to care for lower castes and even doesn't mind humans much now. However... he certainly wasn't expecting a secret human on board the Shadow of Intent.

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing (Dubious), Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Canon typical violence, Possible OOC Rtas (?), Implied poor home life/life in general.

Rtas had strayed away from war ever since the end of the Human-Covenant war. His resentment towards humans, Jiralhanae, and San'Shyuum had diminished greatly. Now he was fine with just aiding Thel when possible and hunting those who have betrayed the Sangheili.

Compared to his life before... he was calmer than most others of his species.

Now Rtas spent most of his time aboard his ship, the Shadow of Intent. Sometimes he docked for supplies for his crew but other than that it was endless space. Compared to the usual bloodshed he was used to... this was relaxing if not boring.

When some of his Sangheili crew came up to him with an issue Rtas was actually surprised. He was even more interested when the two crew members hold up a squirming human in their arms. He sees you struggle like a caught fish, fear in your eyes.

Stowaways were heard of, every port had their tales of them. It didn't look like you meant any harm or were very malicious. It was a pain that he had you catch a ride on his ship, especially since the nearest port was far away, but he kept his cool.

You looked comparable to a frightened animal in front of him. You knew what he was but some humans weren't very accepting of Sangheili yet. You fear was excusable... yet he needed answers.

"Drop the human, they aren't a threat. I'll get answers from them... alone. I'll call if there's an issue." Rtas explains, the crew members dropping you on a hover chair before leaving the room.

There's an intimidating silence as you both stare at each other.

"Well? What's a human doing on a ship serving the Swords of Sangheilios?" Rtas questions. "Far as I know you're a stowaway, right?"

"I caught the wrong ship...." You whisper.

"Why are you even crawling onto random ships? Sabotage?" Rtas asks, watching as you quickly shake your head.

You then give your reasoning as to why you were fleeing. It was something about fleeing from somewhere or someone. You were meant to catch a different ship but ended up chased into his.

You looked like a street rat. Rtas supposed you could even be called a pest. However... Rtas believes he found himself a solution to this issue.

"You can ride to the next port." Rtas allows, seeing your eyes sparkle. "In the meantime, I don't mind having company."

"You'd... be willing to speak with a human like me?" You ask, curious about his words.

"My days of fighting humans are past me. I don't mind your kind. They're useful when you need them." Rtas admits.

"I thank you for not killing me on the spot...." You bow in your seat slightly, Rtas making a noise of disinterest.

"There's no point in punishing the innocent." Rtas reassures, gesturing your hover chair beside his as he watches the endless stars. Hesitantly you bring yourself beside him, looking away to avoid making the situation awkward.

Rtas decides for now this ship will be your home. Maybe he's needed a companion other than the usual crew to keep himself grounded anyways. You don't seem like you'll be bad company.

In fact, as time passes and he gets closer to his destination, you happen to prove yourself useful. You try to help him around his quarters. You immerse yourself in the tech of his ship. You even provide decent conversation.

From the information you provided him... Rtas doesn't think you have anywhere to go. You're thankful for his hospitality and speak to him as though he's a friend the more time you spend with him. Rtas would be lying if he said he wasn't attached to you by the time a port did come up.

When his ship landed for supplies and provided a rest from space travel Rtas noticed the look on your face. You looked genuinely upset that your time with him was over. Honestly, Rtas felt similar disappointment.

"Do you even know what you plan on doing after this?" Rtas asks you. You don't make eye contact.

"Not really, just gotta see where life takes me, yeah?" You give a bittersweet smile towards Rtas.

Rtas recalls how lonely travel was without you before. He remembers how you have nowhere you have to go. With some quick consideration... the Shipmaster gives you both an ultimatum.

"What if I gave you a role on my ship?" Rtas offers, watching you look at him with surprise.

"I'd be out of place, wouldn't I?" You ask, Rtas shakes his head and puts a clawed hand on your shoulder.

"No, you wouldn't. In fact... I enjoy your company much more than I'd like to admit. I can't bring myself to watch you go if you'll be all alone." Rtas explains, feeling his skin heat when he sees you smile.

"Then I'll take the offer, Shipmaster." You accept, happy you found yourself a new home.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Heeeey congratulations for the 575 followers , you deserves them ! 😁

I would like to ask if you could write something with MaydayxFreader and Just Pretend from Bad Omens 💕

Thanks a lot and have a great day👌

Thank you so much, love @griffedeloup!

You are such a sweetie.

I hope you love this modern au, I decided to go with; I also hope you like firefighters. Don't ask me why, it just worked out that way. Please note, I know absolutely nothing about firefighting, except what I've seen on TV, so I hope you will allow me some literary license when it comes to how a fire station works, or even how forest firefighters prepare for a fire.

Anyway, enjoy.

Love oo.

Just Pretend

Warnings: Hurt, angst, betrayal (not the kind you're thinking of), firefighters, modern au, anger, longing, feelings, kissing (somewhat spicy. Like maybe one dot of spiciness), forest fires, apologizing. I think that's it, fi I miss any please let me know.

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You hadn’t seen Mayday since you both graduated from the firefighter academy. 

There were times when you couldn’t help thinking about him, about how he was doing. If he was still acting recklessly, or if he’d changed. Become more mature. 

You had gone to a small town up north to help out there, not that a bigger city wasn’t available, but everyone had their heart set on a big city placement. They wanted to be where the action was, you … well you just wanted to help people. Didn’t matter if it was a big city or a small town. 

There had been whispers of his name, through the grapevine, and you had heard more or less how his life was in tidbit form. 

From what you understood, he was still single, a Commander of an entire unit. 

You would’ve been perfectly happy continuing to live without him in your life, even if that meant you were given the occasional droplets of information, yet life doesn’t work that way. Not your life especially.

Because now, due to the forest fire season starting soon, you had a new unit that’d been shipped to help out your crew. You’d read the notice when it passed your desk, and it mentioned Captain Lewis and his unit of FireHouse 61 out of Coruscant to be helping you. Unfortunately, no one had bothered to pass on the message that there was a change in plans, and the man standing in front of you was definitely not Captain Lewis. 

“Didn’t think I’d see you again.” You answered as you locked eyes with Mayday.

“You’re still holding a grudge? Really, after all this time?”

“Who said anything about a grudge?”

Mayday let out a sigh, he had hoped things would’ve been better between you two. He knew he screwed up all those years ago. He was young and stupid and if he had realized how much his heart had belonged to you , he’d never would’ve made the biggest blunder of his life. Letting you get away. 

He held up his hand in surrender. It wasn’t his place to question how you dealt with the pain he caused. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

You let out a sigh of exhaustion, running your fingers through your hair, “No. No. It’s mine. Anyway, thank you for coming to help us. Have you ever done forest fire fighting since the academy?”

“My unit and I went to help Felucia a few years ago, but it wasn’t much of a forest fire. Since the humidity helped a great deal.”

You simply nodded, “Unfortunately, even with the humidity, it doesn’t do much to slow down the fires here. Once we get going, there’s no going back. I’ve done a tour on Felucia and that’s a walk in the park, compared to the fires out here in the Northern Wilderness. We’ll do a quick seminar over what you need to make sure you always have in you gear bag and the routes we take. I know you’ll probably have suggestions, but hold those until the end of the seminar. Sounds like a plan?”

“Whatever you say, Commander, this is your show.”

You had made Commander about the same time he did, maybe it was the desire to prove yourself to him that pushed you to keep going stronger, and to do better. Either way, you were grateful for the competition, even if he didn’t know it. 

The day progressed rather quickly, the seminar was done, suggestions had been made. As soon as the seminar was over, you had moved to get away from him. Those warm seductive brown eyes always seemed to manage to pull you in; you had years to get over him, and you thought you had, and all it took was one day for you to realize you hadn’t moved on at all. 

“Commander.”

He called to you but you kept moving pretending you didn’t hear him. Unfortunately, for you the station wasn’t very big and before you could even make the corner, his hand had already grabbed your arm pulling you back to him. 

“Hey! I called you.”

“Yeah, you called me, and? We went over everything we needed to discuss during the seminar. Your team and my team are on the floor setting up drills, which you’re going to lead and I’m going to supervise. Exactly what more do we need to talk about?”

“How about just giving me a chance to apologize!”

“Apologize? You had your chance to apologize all those years ago. You,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, “You chose to keep the news to yourself, when you knew how much I wanted to work with Squad 3 on Coruscant. They’re the best of the best, and I worked my ass off to get accepted, and you knew that! You knew all the time I talked about sending in my request. You knew how important Squad 3 on Coruscant was to me. But you didn’t even have the decency to tell me your brother had already secured you a spot there.” You shook your head, as you turned to walk away.

“You’re right.” He held you back, “You’re right, I didn’t say anything. I should’ve and I didn’t. But how could I? How could I break your heart like that, when it was so important to you. How could I tell you that despite my protests, my brothers didn’t listen to me and made sure I got the posting?”

He stood closer, as he looked in your eyes, regret, guilt, adoration, longing, it all came pouring out of him as he looked at you. 

“Tell me what I need to do to make amends. Do you want me to pretend, everything’s okay? Do you want me to wait for you forever? Do you want me to give up my job title, ask for a demotion? Tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything, because lord knows after all these years, and I’m still not over you.” 

He moved even closer, the heat from his body radiating on to you, warming the pit of your stomach, as you felt that same energy, the same drive every time you were with him. You closed your eyes, trying to quiet the drive, the passion that was building up within you. 

Yet, as soon as you opened them and looked into his, it only grew stronger. The hand that had gripped your arm moved up to your neck, as he gently trailed his thumb up and down against that one spot that drove you crazy.

“Tell me” he leaned closer, as he gently tilted your head to meet him. 

“Tell me, what to do, mesh’la.”

His lips got closer.

“Tell me, so I can’t stop drowning in my love for you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, as your lips crashed against his, your arms wrapping around his neck. Next thing you knew, he had picked you up by your thighs, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and carried you to the storage closet right beside the two of you, locking it. Allowing for the years of pent up anger, love and desire to finally be released.

Your mind and body were flooded with feelings of him, and even though you were still somewhat angry about what happened, you knew you’d forgive him. Because the truth was you were drowning in your love for him, too. 

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