#your senses becomes overwhelmed tenfold

[strawberri-yan]

You’re honestly on to something about Alpha Childe x Beta reader where he just bitches them into an omega, I like need a whole fanfic about it for my Brain rot currently. Galaxy brain right there, 20/10 will be thinking about this for the next 5 business days (also happy new year!)

Alpha Childe thinking that you would be so much better as an omega than a beta, he thinks that this was one of natures mistakes. You shouldn’t be a simple, plain beta but a sweet little omega wife whose stomach should always be filled with his pups in his cozy home, always cleaning and cooking. So that’s why he decided to modify that by kidnapping you and stuffing you daily with his seed until your body slowly transforms to that of an omega. He finds you so cute when your struggle attempts lessen and slowly you become more docile as he fucks another load into you. Your scent begins to turn into a sweet miky smell that makes his mouth water, finally you were becoming a proper omega! His omega.

Childe's eyes glinted with a predatory hunger as he towered over you, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know, I've always thought you were wasted as a mere beta. Nature's little oversight, I'd say." His sinister grin widened as he continued, "I'm convinced you'd make a much better omega – a sweet little wife for me, with your belly always swollen with my pups." You can do nothing but whine pathetically as his knot swells inside of you, filling you up with his 5th load of fertile cum

[nyxthejinx]

Answering to this desperate cry for help

Maaan this was so much fun fr, i hope I made these bad boys justice. Also, didn't know what kind of format I should be using and especially how to repost the original thing, since copying and pasting on the reblog would be absolute hell rip

𝐓𝐖: people biting each other but in an affectionate way, idk lemme know if there's more

𝐅𝐭.: Dottore, Xiao, Childe - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k (in total)

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: 3rd Made in Abyss soundtrack - Kevin Penkin (yes, it's that good, no comment)

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

OHOO he's gonna be so intrigued by this weird habit of yours.

We all know he's not big on social interactions and all -he barely values human life- but when you came into the picture he felt invested in someone for the first time. Hence he observes... Normal people, to learn the basics.

He's smart, a quick learner. Will understand in no time your likes and dislikes, but one day you?? Bite him? Chomp like a feral newborn kitten? Oh, his scholar personality spikes through the roof.

Dottore's never seen anyone bite their partner like you do, it confuses him at first, although he won't say anything and just chuckle. He'd rather observe you and come to his own conclusions before asking.

Was it a one time thing? When, how and where do you like to do it? Is there a deeper meaning, a show of intimacy? Need for attention? Affection?

Yeah he'll treat it like a maths equation, that's how he is.

Some days you'd see him without his mask, leaning particularly close to your face. Other times he'd set his gloves aside and let his digits linger on your cheeks and jaw for every little thing. (He knows he’s difficult to bite because of his clothes)

"Oh Dear, look at your lips, they're chapped/full of crumbs/smeared with any other kind of food/every single excuse he can come up with."

It takes you a bit longer than you would've wanted, but you realise his true intentions eventually. If you feel smug you can just chomp on him randomly and see him lose his mind (he thought he'd figured everything out rip dottore.exe).

I advise against it though, he'd repay the torture tenfold. (aka not cuddle with you even if you ask nicely).

Overall, Dottore finds this habit of yours cute. You're a nice little, innocent thing in his eyes and that just adds to your charm.

Yeah you can be a 1.90m tall menace of a person and he'd still tease you, an arrogant, mean jerk >:(

After some time he starts biting you back (ouch shark teeth), not in a painful way ofc. He's so casual with it, most likely to strike when you least expect it just to see your surprised and/or flustered face.

Or to have you chomping in return, even ;)

I'd say 7.5/10, good chomping partner but will "fight" back.

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

My guy, poor guy.

He's another social inept, we all know why.

He started to learn about human customs after meeting you, and you've helped him out a lot, but he's still so stiff.

He probably gets a heart attack every time you give him a surprise hug. The day you chomp on him his soul leaves his body.

It's not that he's a scaredy cat, physical touch just overwhelms his senses if he's not prepared :((

Asks you to tell him beforehand next time.

But aside from that he doesn't seem to mind. He finds every human custom weird in a way, this one is no exception, and eventually it becomes routine yeah?

I think he's a perfect subject for chomping, with all the exposed skin he has. I mean, look at his shoulders! The urge to sneak up from behind and just CHOMP.

He's got muscles for days too, won't shatter your teeth on his bones. AND HIS CHEEKS- his baby cheeks, they look so soft how can you not bite those.

But yeah, just give him some time and he'll get used to this.

Xiao's not stupid either, he notices right away that you're the only human partaking in this activity, or in public at least. Lowkey feels happy and proud to have you as a partner, you're so special and unique :( <33

At some point he'll want to try it out as well, but he's sooo shy about it and a bit scared he'll hurt you. You gotta make him confess with bone crushing hugs.

When he eventually chomps back he's UGHH so soft with it. For Xiao it's more about the meaning and the bonding experience than the chomp itself.

9/10 if you're fine with doing all the chomping. 8/10 if you want chomps back, but definetly recommended.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

Run. RUN. RUN FOR YOUR CHEEKS' LIFE.

He is THE chomping menace.

Let me tell ya, you're putting your life on the line. It's like a declaration of war and he will not hesitate to respond with all he's got.

We know for a fact that he's always up for a challenge. If you're crazy enough to engage and bite him first, well I hope you have a survival plan for the rest of your life cus he won't stop.

It can and will escalate in a "fight" if you're in a private space (you know the tickle fights where you become a mess of tangled limbs? That.) If you try that in public though? He's gonna look at you like a damn predator.

He'll eat your cheeks once you get home, good luck.

His bites are rough-ish too, unfortunately for you. He’d never hurt you on purpose, and is always careful with his strength, but in the heat of battle he’ll forget; 7 times out of 10 you leave the field with a 32 teeth bite mark. 

I think he is more of a cheek guy than anything. They're always available and easy to reach, regardless of your height, and it's also so intimate because who else touches your face? No one, aside from him.

He's the chosen one.

And don't think it will stop at the first time, no no. You've unlocked a new hobby for him. He'll put so much effort in it, it's terrifying.

If you act surprised or flustered well, bonus points in his opinion. Your face is just priceless and will make a habit to make you react that way.

At that point you either fight back or succumb. His soft spots are his stomach (duh, nibble on the exposed skin when he's in his work clothes, I bet he's ticklish), his nape, collarbones and overall the base of his neck.

The rest of his body is still a good chomping surface, but his instincts kick in and his muscles go taut, it's like biting a rock and has no effect on him.

Childe will definitely give you a hard time. It's up to you to take advantage of the right moment and give him a good revenge chomp.

Honestly, he's my fave ever but I'll give him a 5/10 just because of that. Can't even bite the man in peace anymore 🙄

Do not translate/rewrite/repost/feed to AI ©2025 nyxthejinx

[geneviveleocardius]

dutch van der linde romantic headcanons

i know he’s the biggest red flag, but he’s one of my biggest loves too..

When Dutch realizes he’s interested in you, he turns on the charm tenfold. Expect poetic compliments, grand gestures, and captivating stories shared around the campfire, all designed to catch your attention. He thrives on the chase, making every moment with him feel like an adventure.

Dutch expresses love most fluently through words. He’ll write you letters full of flowery prose, leave heartfelt notes in your belongings, or whisper promises late at night. Sometimes, though, his words might feel too good to be true—a reflection of his need to believe in the image of himself as a romantic hero.

Dutch adores the traditional displays of affection. He’ll pick wildflowers for you, offer his hand to help you down from your horse, or serenade you with a soft hum during quiet moments. He wants you to feel like the most important person in the world because, to him, you are.

Dutch takes your safety personally, almost to an obsessive degree. If he senses even the slightest threat to you, he’ll confront it head-on, often in a grand, dramatic fashion. He sees protecting you as an extension of his larger ideals—keeping his world, and you, safe from the chaos beyond.

Dutch is always planning for the future, and he loves nothing more than imagining a life with you in it. He’ll paint vivid pictures of freedom, a home far away from the law, and endless adventures together. Whether or not these dreams are realistic doesn’t matter—it’s the belief that fuels him.

Dutch notices even the smallest changes in your mood or behavior. He’s quick to ask what’s on your mind and offer his support, often phrased in ways that make you feel truly seen. His ability to read you is one of the reasons being with him feels so magnetic.

Though Dutch exudes confidence, there are rare moments when he lets you see his insecurities. Late at night, he might confess his doubts about leading the gang or his fear of losing the people he loves. These glimpses of his true self create a deeper bond between you.

Dutch has a strong need to feel like he’s your priority, though he tries not to make it obvious. If someone else flirts with you, he won’t confront them directly—instead, he’ll sweep you away with his charm, reminding you why you chose him in the first place.

“Seems like everyone’s got somethin’ to say to you today, huh? Lucky for them, I’m feelin’ generous enough to let it slide… for now.”

Dutch loves to spoil you with gifts, but they’re never random. Each item has meaning—a book he knows you’ll love, a piece of jewelry he traded for after hearing it reminded someone of you, or even a horse he claims has “the spirit to match yours.”

Dutch loves having deep conversations with you and often seeks your perspective on the gang’s plans or broader philosophical questions. He respects your intelligence and sees you as someone who keeps him grounded when his ambitions threaten to spiral.

Dutch’s love for you is tied to his belief in his own vision of freedom and justice. He sees you as part of that ideal, which can be both uplifting and overwhelming. When his darker tendencies emerge, he’ll justify his actions by claiming they’re for your sake, even when you disagree.

Even when Dutch isn’t speaking, his presence is commanding. Sitting beside him by the fire, with his arm draped over your shoulders, feels like the safest place in the world. He has a way of making you feel like everything will be fine, even when the odds say otherwise.

As Dutch begins to lose himself in paranoia and ambition, his love for you remains—but it becomes complicated. He’ll fight to keep you by his side, even if it means bending the truth or making promises he struggles to keep. Despite his flaws, part of him truly believes he can be the man you deserve.

Basically, you’re his Annabelle. You know how’s gonna end, right?

sorry for being absent, i’m a medicine student, and my instructor is a bitch.

[rubyarerosies]

First Day

dad!suguru x fem!reader

“He’ll do fine,” You assure. His coat was crumpled, Suguru knows he left it on the closet floor on purpose to stall time. You’ve taken the role in helping him look presentable. An intimate moment with you he needs to ground himself.

The clock ticks tauntingly above his head. His fist fidget at his sides to ease the squeeze of his chest, smothering the urge to pull it down out of disdain.

It’s your sons first day at preschool. Time was never really on Suguru’s side. The feeling of it all pinches his skin with a reminder that his boy won’t stay small forever.

You’ve reassured him throughout the week multiple times that the worry will come and go throughout the process. However, Suguru doubts. He always does. He’s had many occasions when it becomes overwhelming, and he’s dealt with them. But this, he can’t deal with. He’s delayed his sons first day at preschool long enough.

You’ve seen the distance in his eyes before, a dark memory consumes you. It hurts your chest thinking about it. But you’re past that now, you both are. And you’re both happy at where it all has come to.

A soothing kiss against his forehead pulled him through his dullness. It was relieving to see him surface from his waves of discomfort.

“I hate you for this,” he mutters. You straighten the rest of his collar, a knowing hum following his sarcastic retort.

“I really do,” a dismissive eyebrow lift.

“With my whole heart,” a small smile of acknowledgment.

“—You love me,” Before he could continue to elongate his time at home, your lips softly pecked his. He wanted to go for more, but something seemed to capture your attention.

“My cute boy,” Suguru froze when he saw his son dressed up in his uniform, a simple school bag in his hand. Suguru had to inhale a deep breath so the sorrow in his system could be washed out. It didn’t, but his boy looked so adorable. He wanted to hide him so he could stay one more day.

The pout on your sons lip was removed once he saw your smile, something Suguru admired about you ever since you became a mom. Your boy always seems to calm down once your lips give him a loving grin, Suguru finds that something he has in common with his son.

Your sons school tie seemed to be fumbled into place, it must have fallen out whilst he was alone in the living room. You acknowledged that an upcoming task for you to teach him the proper way to tie it next time. You wouldn’t lie and say that didn’t make you feel despondent, a faltering sigh leaving your lips. You saw your husband raise his eyebrow at you.

Before you could do your sons tie, your husband stepped in, his hand softly removing yours whilst he bent down to fix it instead. You figured it’d be a nice moment for the two to have some privacy. Prior to when you left, you had taken another look over your shoulder. Suguru was quiet, and so was your son. The atmosphere felt detached, but you could tell both were contempt in each others presence.

Suguru eased the fabric into a suitable tie, keeping his head down to focus. Not only on the tie, but the sensitivity of his heart. His breathing stammered slightly, his son was yet to notice it.

“Daddy?”

Suguru hummed in response.

“Is it—Is school scary?”

Suguru smiled, at his sons concerns and at the neatly set tie. His sons eyes were wavering in scared emotions, Suguru could tell because of the added pout.

A sooting hand was placed on your sons head, soft rubbing in motion. “Nah,” your son didn’t seem so pleased with that brief answer.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of, baby. Me and mama will be with you for a bit, meet your teacher and classmates, who knows maybe a future girlfriend is waiting for you in there,”

Your sons worried expression became bashful, a sense of shyness at the thought of a girlfriend. He’s seen Ponyo, he knows the kids are around his age, so if Sousuke can bag a girlfriend at that age, he can�� which ultimately made his shyness tenfold because of the possibility his dad is right.

“Stop it,” you sons head hung low, a smile to his face was present though.

“And then me and mama will have to go,” You sons head shot up at that, the once worried expression finding its place again. “But we’ll pick you up at 3:30, on the dot,”

Again, his sons expressing seemed unsure. Suguru felt the same. His son wasn’t ready, but you are a very adamant woman that he does not want to piss off.

“I promise, baby. You’ll always come back to me and mama ok?”

You son hesitated and then nodded. Suguru pulled him in for a hug, a few kisses here and there to brush off what was left on the anxiety his son was feeling.

You watched from behind them, a soft smile on your face. A crazy thought of letting Suguru get you pregnant again scared off the sentiment. Great.

The car ride was silent. Everyone must be feeling upset. Your anxiousness was evident, nails tapping on the console out of nowhere. Suguru saw and brought your hand to the center console, “I’m telling you, we can turn this car aroun—”

As much as you quietly debated the thought, your son needs to finally learn what’s outside of his family and home.

“Suguru,” he became quiet after that.

“Mama,” You turned around, letting your full attention wander to your son.

“Are you going to stay?” Your smile became tight, so did your lungs. Another defeated sigh escaped your lips.

“Only for a while, my love. But me and dadda will be there for you after school, ok?”

He hesitated again, his nod looking unsure as before. You had to reassure him one more time just to ease him a little more.

Your hand let go of Suguru’s, who seemed to be listening intently. You grabbed your sons thigh, softly rubbing it to keep him steady. “You’ll always come back to us, ok? No need to worry, we won’t go anywhere, my love,”

Suguru saw his son smile in the rear view mirror. He looked over at you and smiled as well, “eavesdropper,”

Your son sat amongst the class of kids. You and Suguru with the rest of the parents at the back.

The teacher was talking, but your son seemed to take it in one ear and let it out through the other. His head turned to the crowd of parents, a worried look plastered on his face.

The face alone caused a few unnatural beats towards Suguru’s heart. More hurried beats come forward once he saw his son quietly cry when he heard his teacher telling everyone to say their goodbyes.

“Go to him, Suguru,” he listened.

His sons eyes were covered with his fists. Suguru pursed his lips, he really didn’t want his son to cry, but he knew it was inevitable.

“Turn around, baby,”

His sons eyes were closed, his chest heaving up and down as his sobs were hiccuped. Suguru placed his hands on his sons shoulders, comforting him with that touch. “You’re ok, baby, you’re ok,”

“I—I do-don’t want you and-and mama to go,” Suguru could feel his emotional turmoil already in action, but his sons concerns are what he takes into account first.

“It won’t be for long, baby, we’ll be back before you know it,” his son was still unsure, his eyes wandering on his fathers calm face.

“Look around, my love, everything looks fun right?” His son hummed shakily, whispering ‘mama’ when he saw you wave at him.

“Look there, a Ponyo poster,” Suguru lifted his finger to show him, his sons breathing seemed to calm down, finally finding something familiar in here.

“See, baby, it’s not so bad in here,” Suguru saw how his son still trembled a bit when he saw other parents start leaving behind you. He lifted his arms, a plea to hug his dad one more time before he goes.

“I love you,” Suguru whispered, satisfied with how his son has quietly calmed down. “We’ll be here before you know it,”

You looked on, beaming at the scene with a full heart and less worries. You love Suguru, and you love how great of a dad he was. Too bad your sentiment was brushed off again when the thought of Suguru getting you pregnant again crossed your mind.

Before a kiss to his forehead, Suguru urged his son to go tune in on the iceberg his teacher was conducting. Less reluctant than before, his son went off and joined the circle. Suguru couldn’t help the smirk on his face when he saw how his son was partnered up with a girl, he hopes time is slower so that no greetings to a future daughter-in-law comes as quick as this day.

On the walk to the car, Suguru’s hand in yours, he had to look back just to see his son once more before the agonizing day without him comes along. His son was up and joining the class in a game, a bright smile on his face, one that reminds Suguru of you.

A light chuckle was heard to his left, your hand coming up to his chest to give him a soft pat, “you did good,”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, “yeah, never again, I hated that. I already miss my boy,”

You giggled and walked around the other side of the car, “damn, I was really hoping to have another, but I guess not,”

“Y/N.”

[scuderiasundays]

the smoothest operation

summary: roller coasters, third wheeling, and a diamond ring + a little insta au at the end 💍 part two to you and me together so i brought back a few characters!

words: 1,414

a/n: on a writing kick! this one's for @vamossainz55, who i adore 🫶🏼 feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses!

September was a special month for the two of you, as it marked the arrival of three events: his birthday, yours, and your anniversary. Carlos had asked you to be his girlfriend during a celebratory soirée, thrown by his closest friends. The speakers were blaring Bad Bunny’'s "Enséñame a Bailar" so loud that you could barely hear him when he nervously asked you the big question. Despite the noise, your answer was an immediate and resounding yes. The usually reserved Spaniard couldn't contain his joy and spent the rest of the evening twirling you around to DJ Lando’s handpicked tunes.

You had never been one for extravagant birthday celebrations, the type to turn bright red whenever people sang “Happy Birthday” to you. You found more joy in giving gifts, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents. Carlos had been on the receiving end of your love for three summers now and wanted nothing more than to give it all back tenfold.

Carlos was thrilled when the race calendar for 2023 was unveiled, revealing that the two of you would be celebrating in Tokyo. He knew just how much you adored the vibrant city as you’d joined him at Suzuka last fall, where you were amazed by the politeness and dedication of the Japanese fans. Carlos’ fame had skyrocketed after “Drive to Survive” aired and walking around a city without someone recognizing him had become a rarity. You took great pleasure in getting to witness how he genuinely engaged with his fans, attentively listening to every word. Despite this, you were only human and there were times when you longed to have your boyfriend all to yourself. Tokyo, one of the few cities where Carlos wasn't as widely known, held a special allure, allowing you both to feel a sense of normalcy.

Carlos wasn't really into roller coasters, but you? You were absolutely obsessed with them. If the Ferrari crew mentioned an amusement park outing, you'd be the first to sign up, whether Carlos joined or not. Last season at Ferrari World in Abu Dhabi, you had him in stitches as you dragged him from one ride to another, giggling like a little kid. This year, Carlos had decided to take you to Tokyo DisneySea as he’d heard nothing but rave reviews.

As you hopped into the Purosangue, you were taken aback to find Lando sitting in the backseat. "You're serious? Lando's coming?" you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement in your voice. Lando chuckled and replied, "Well, this could be the best day of your life, Y/N. It's all about perspective," snapping a photo of you. While you and Lando were the same age and had a sibling-like bond, the whole third wheel situation was starting to get old. Carlos, however, defended his decision, saying, "I couldn't just leave him at the hotel. He promised to take photos of us, so it's a win-win situation, no?"

Lando's promise to be a fly on the wall quickly faded away the moment the three of you stepped foot in DisneySea. He had a well-researched list of foods he wanted to try, and his determination to conquer them all was clear. Carlos, being a self-proclaimed food connoisseur himself, eagerly agreed, as you embarked on a gourmet tour.

"We're here to actually go on rides, right?" you questioned, observing the two grown men as they devoured their Little Green Men mochi. "I think I'll take advantage of the 'Single Rider' line while you two feast. Just how I feel today—single," you said with a smirk, before heading towards Raging Spirits.

As your patience began to wear thin, Carlos couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation. Everything was falling into place; thanks to the help he had sought from Lando months ago. They had even created a joint Google doc titled "El Plan," meticulously outlining each step. Carlos knew you wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of a roller coaster, and he intended to use that time to set everything in motion. Behind the scenes, the incognito cameraman (also known as @lando.jpg) and friends + family were ready and waiting. And, of course, there was the most crucial piece: the ring.

Carlos had purchased the engagement ring in secret, right after his victory in Silverstone last year. After missing Wimbledon, he had taken you to Tiffany's and let you choose an item of your liking. After much browsing, you settled on a gold pendant adorned with a delicate C. It was a symbol that served as a tactile reminder of the one you loved most, keeping him close to your heart no matter the distance.

On the way back to the hotel, you passed by Harry Winston, and there it was—the oval-shaped engagement ring of your dreams. You joked about how it could probably buy a few Ferraris, but Carlos couldn’t help but notice the undeniable sparkle in your eyes. He discreetly took note of your ring size by borrowing one of your rings from the bedside table while you were asleep. When he was away at a race, he seized the opportunity to purchase the ring, vowing to protect it until the perfect moment arrived.

After riding the exhilarating 360-degree looping roller coaster, you felt a surge of energy and pure adrenaline. As you made your way towards the Venetian gondolas, clutching your map in hand, you caught a glimpse of a couple wearing Mickey ears who looked just like Taylor and his girlfriend Morgan. The thought briefly crossed your mind, but you dismissed it, thinking it couldn’t possibly be them. DisneySea had done an incredible job recreating the charm of Venice, evoking memories of you and Carlos’ weekend getaway to the city last summer.

You waved at Carlos excitedly, his figure standing out among the rest. "Where's Lando?" you asked, scanning the crowd for the British racing driver. “I sent him on a mission to get us some pineapple smoothies," Carlos blurted out.

“You look pale and fidgety. What's going on?" you asked, noticing the unease in Carlos's demeanor. Normally, your ability to pick up on his emotions was something he cherished, but at this moment, he wished you were less perceptive. Carlos could feel his body trembling as he got down on one knee.

 “Mi vida, I love you more than anything in this world. You’re the person I want to wake up with and go to bed beside for the rest of my life.” Carlos began, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Y/N, will you marry me?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and a surge of overwhelming joy filled your entire being. Jumping up and down with excitement, you exclaimed, "Yes!" Your jubilant shrieks filled the air as Carlos carefully slid the breathtakingly beautiful ring onto your finger. 

Through your peripheral vision, you could see a crowd gathering around. It took a moment for it to sink in, but as you looked closer, you recognized the faces of Taylor, Lex, Caco, Rupert, Ana, and Lando with his trusty Leica camera. It all clicked into place – Lando had been in on the surprise from the beginning and had captured the entire proposal.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you grabbed Carlos' face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, expressing your love and gratitude in that tender moment. Carlos beamed with pride, knowing that everything had gone according to plan. With a playful wink, he acknowledged Lando's involvement; “The smoothest operation of my life thanks to you, cabrón.” You playfully smacked Carlos, exploding in laughter.

Lando approached with his camera, a wide grin on his face. "I got it all, every precious moment," he said, showing you a glimpse of the photos on the camera's display. As you hugged him tightly, you felt a deep sense of comfort and security. You knew in that moment that you could count on Lando for life, that he would always be there for you through thick and thin.

As the day drew to a close, you and Carlos found yourselves sitting by the waterfront, hand in hand, reflecting on the whirlwind romance that had led you to this very moment. With the ring sparkling on your finger, you felt an immense sense of gratitude for the love you and Carlos shared. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and whispered, “I can't wait to spend forever with you, Mrs. Sainz.”

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liked by carlossainz55, landonorris, and 57,575 others

yourusername: came to tokyo as his girlfriend, leaving as his fiancée! still in awe of the fact that the boys managed to keep "el plan" from me for so long

carlossainz55: mi amor, mi vida. thanks for participating in the carlando food tour 🫶🏼

taylorfritz: you set the bar for proposals high, @carlossainz55 👏🏼 doubles with me and morgan soon?

alexafritz: the love you two have for each other is infectious and that ring is to die for 🤍 karaoke + shots on me tonight!

pierregasly: karaoke? @yukitsunoda0511 and i are in

fan1: i respect her for popping on here to announce their engagement but keeping the proposal private!

yourusername: you're the sweetest! as mother taylor once said, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours 💌

lando.jpg: engagement photographer available for hire (disclaimer: only available on non-race weekends)

yourusername: thanks for capturing our proposal and taking our engagement photos! 10/10 would recommend 🥹

fan2: the fact that lando was THE designated photographer! excuse me while i ugly cry

update: part three here ➡️

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 43: MORE TAPE(S)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Extreme Smut

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Two days had passed and you were back home in Dublin, confronted with a sex-tape between Cillian and his assistant Kit that, by now, had spread like wildfire, making you uncomfortable and emotional every time a notification popped up on your social media accounts, alerting you to the video. All of your friends and acquaintances had, by now, sent this to you and you were sick of it.

Reaching for his phone, Cillian shut off the recording, unable to bear witnessing further humiliation in front of you. The walls of his luxury apartment closed in on him, suffocating in an oppressive shroud of shame.

"My own daughter has seen this and so has my son! Fuck!" Cillian groaned aloud, pacing agitatedly in the room. He turned to you with a look of desperation, his eyes pleading for understanding. Despite your resignation to the fact, your heart went out to him, feeling sympathy and guilt for placing him in this predicament.

"You know you can sue her for this, right?" you suggested hesitantly, clasping his hands softly, trying to offer whatever solace you could provide. Though your intentions were pure, you couldn't help but notice Cillian's reluctance.

"No, this would make things worse, I think," Cillian responded solemnly, running his fingers through his tousled hair in distraction.

A heavy silence settled upon the two of you as reality seeped in – there was no escaping the consequences of this event. No amount of legal action could undo the damage already done.

"Will you at least confront her about it?" you asked, seeing that she had filmed this without his knowledge and then leaked it to the press in spite.

"Yes, I am meeting with her tomorrow. My lawyer has sent her a letter to address the issue privately at first. But legal action? It would just create more publicity which I don't want for Nina's sake," Cillian revealed, looking downward, defeated. 

"I understand, Cills and I think that you should tell her exactly how devastating this is for everyone involved, especially your children. Surely, she can see this. You need to be firm," you advised earnestly, trying to impart strength to his weakening spirit. He nodded gratefully, appreciating your support during this challenging period.

"I will be firm Y/N. I promise," Cillian responded resolutely, pulling away from your touch with newfound determination. He needed to maintain composure now more than ever; letting emotions overwhelm him wouldn't serve anyone's best interest. Instead, it required coolness, levelheadedness, and strategizing. The battle was about to begin, and it wasn't one easily won.

Kit, his once trustworthy employee, had betrayed him in the worst possible way.

The very thought made him nauseous. How could she film them doing something so personal and share it with the entire world? The anger boiling inside of him threatened to consume him entirely.

Walking around aimlessly throughout the day, you noticed his turmoil increasing tenfold. Every step he took echoed with uncertainty and doubt; you could sense that something truly dramatic was about to unfold. After hours of deliberation, Cillian finally decided to take matters into his own hands, requesting a change of scenery.

"We should do something nice after I deal with this tomorrow. Just you and me," he suggested, and you smiled faintly, grateful for any respite from this hellish storm. Glancing at his tired features, a wave of protectiveness swept over you. It was essential to stay strong for him, offering moral support where necessary.

"That sounds perfect. We need a break from all this madness," you agreed, smiling warmly at him. As you looked into his weary eyes, you felt a mix of love, admiration, and concern, knowing just how difficult this whole debacle had become for him.

"How about a trip to somewhere like the Maldives? I have never been there, and Dermont reckons it's quite nice. Just you and me on the beach," Cillian proposed with a sparkle in his eye, as though daring you to imagine the possibility.

Your stomach fluttered, excitement building within you at the prospect of exploring such an idyllic destination while, at the same time, you knew that you could not leave Ireland now without risking being denied re-entry upon your return.

Your visa was about to run out and you needed to address this issue before embarking on a vacation.

"Cillian, I would love to go on a holiday with you, but I can't leave the country right now. My student visa expires soon, and I don't know what to do about it just yet. I am working on it though. But, if I leave Ireland now, I can't return without a new visa in place," you explained sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression shifted instantly, a mixture of disappointment and frustration flashing across his features.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cillian murmured softly, his eyes filled with understanding and worry.

Flinching momentarily, you admitted to him the difficulties you faced due to your impending immigration issues.

"Well, you've got your birthday coming up. You also have more important things to worry about at the moment and the premieres next month...I didn't want to burden you with my problems. I was just going to sort it out, but it proved to be much more difficult than I had anticipated, " you said and your words trailed off as your shoulders slumped, indicating your defeat.

Cillian wrapped an arm around your waist tenderly, displaying solidarity amidst adversity.

"Listen Y/N, you are my priority! I will ask my lawyer about this tomorrow after dealing with Kit. There must be an option if you want to stay. You may be able to change your visa to another visa or something," he said, and his tone exhibited care and understanding, allowing you to lean on him for support. "You do want to stay here, don't you?" Cillian questioned, wanting affirmation that his plan for staying together wasn't merely wishful thinking.

"Yes, Cillian. Of course I want to stay here. With you. I love you. Despite, Emma is staying in Ireland too. She is moving to Cork soon, and I want to be close to her as well," you expressed sincerely, locking eyes with him to convey your commitment.

His relief was palpable, and he held you closer still, promising to find a solution.

"Good. I am glad. Because there is no fucking way, I will ever let you go again," Cillian proclaimed confidently, taking charge of both situations which were now overshadowing your happiness.

"Dublin is my home now Cillian, so don't worry!" you replied cheerily but, just as you did, a bound of nausea hit you again, forcing you to make a mad dash to the bathroom.

Cillian, worried, followed behind and gently placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, whispering sweet words of encouragement, easing your anxiety somewhat.

He led you towards the bedroom afterwards, sitting beside you carefully, ensuring you felt comfortable enough to discuss the matter openly, thinking that the nausea was the result of your stress levels lately.

Feeling better physically, Cillian reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers lovingly. His eyes searched yours intently, seeking confirmation of your feelings regarding the situation.

"I hate seeing you like this, because of what Kit has done..." Cillian told you, but you interrupted him.

"No, it's not because of this. I am just hormonal. My cycle is all over the place ever since the surgery and I think that this is why I feel sick sometimes, "you tried to explain your condition, hoping that he understood the physical strain it put on you.

Cillian nodded sympathetically, wrapping you tightly in his arms, providing much-needed comfort.

"You should probably see someone about this again," he offered kindly, genuine concern evident in his voice. Your brow furrowed slightly in response, sensing the underlying undertone of concern rather than dismissal.

"I will, once you have dealt with Kit," you conceded, pondering the idea seriously for the first time. Your health had always taken a backseat, considering the recent surgeries and recoveries, coupled with the chaos surrounding the scandal. And perhaps this constant stress wasn't helping either.

"No, let's make sure we prioritise your health," Cillian remarked solemnly, adding weight to the conversation.

"Okay, I will get an appointment scheduled," you promised reluctantly, aware that the stress might eventually cause serious complications. Nevertheless, you couldn't help feeling irritated that these small concerns seemed to dominate most of your life currently.

With an aching heart, you glanced at your lover, acknowledging the gravity of the situation involving Kit and what you suggested next caught Cillian by suprise.

"You know, maybe, we should do something a little bit adventurous. Maybe this will take our minds off this video your crazy ass assistant shared on the internet," you teased playfully, your lips curling into a wicked smile.

"What do you have in mind?" Cillian asked, intrigued, as his eyebrows raised salaciously, a gleam of mischief lighting up his eyes.

"Something kinkier than anything we've done before," you told him before sliding down onto his lap.

"Okay. You have my attention. Tell me what you want to do," Cillian asked eagerly, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

A delicious thrill coursed through your veins as you contemplated the possibilities. The seductive power dynamics between you two made the air thick with sexual energy.

"I want us to explore some boundaries," you began slowly, savoring the taste of the forbidden fruit.

As you breathed heavily, trying to steady yourself against his chest, you continued, "And do things that we haven't even talked about."

Cillian swallowed hard, his breath catching. "Like what?" he ventured hesitantly, a hint of trepidation crossing his face.

You grinned wickedly, running your tongue along your bottom lip.

"Well, you are an actor, aren't you? So, how about some role play?"  You suggested coquettishly, letting your imagination run wild with various ideas dancing inside your head.

"I am all ears," Cillian said, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, we could pretend to be strangers meeting for the first time at a hotel. Then we could indulge in our fantasies, testing boundaries in our roles – teacher and student, doctor and patient, maybe even a dominant and submissive scenario," you mentioned, excited by the thought of turning the tables and experiencing each other differently.

"And we will film it, but just for us," you added, causing a wave of nervousness to ripple through him. Cillian hesitated briefly, his mind processing everything rapidly. Finally, he took a deep breath and accepted the challenge.

"I need to buy a camera first," he started, finally breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room. 

"Of course," you agreed, smiling warmly. The intensity of the discussion had increased exponentially, and your body burned with desire. It was almost painful to contain yourself, longing to experience the scenarios you discussed. As you kissed passionately, tangled limbs entwined in an erotic dance of pleasure, but your excitement was short lived as, suddenly, the doorbell rang startling you both.

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Ive been wondering lately, how would have P5 played out if Kasumi had failed to save Sumire. For all the times Sumi says or feels that Kasumi would be able to still succeed at Gymnastics and life through the pain, and wouldnt need as much help as she need...i feel like Kasumi would have been fucking destroyed emotionally.

Would she have really been able to move on more quicly like Sumire felt? Would she end up asking a similar wish as Sumire if she went to Maruki's counseling? Would she become friends with Joker and the Thieves like Sumi did?

You have such a deep understanting of Sumi, im curious to hear your thoughts on the other Yoshizawa

OMFGGG this is such a good concept.... i havent tried to get into kasumi's head that much but off the top of my head:

(under the cut bc its a bit long)

kasumi's love for gymnastics, surface-level, seems to run much deeper than sumire's love for it. i interpret sumire's love for gymnastics as more like "its because i did it with my sister that i really enjoyed/loved it" so since that was the main factor, when kasumi died, sumire drifted away from the sport (also due to traumatic factors but like yeah)

so i think, opposite to sumire, she would throw herself TENFOLD into the sport, and be more grating to herself if she failed: kind of pinning her entire identity on the sport (the way sumire did prior to her death) and basically she invests all of her time into gymnastics, because of the guilt and distress and sadness she feels, maybe if she's at the top-of-the-top, she can figure it out more.

SO LIKE she didn't move on any better than sumire did but she deals with it in an opposite way (in my headcanon)

thinking about it.. i don't think kasumi would wish to become sumire, but maybe she'd allude to something (i.e. i'm trying to become the best gymnast in the world but this guilt and sadness is holding me back) that maruki would take as "oh maybe if u forgot about sumire u'd be better off"

so that's something that's Just As horrific and jarring as literally becoming your dead sister, and it'd lead to like interesting moments like (interview) "so kasumi how are you coping with the loss of your sister" "ah, if you're talking about the loss of my latest competition, i just had a few mistakes with thsi apparatus but i'll be back in tip-top shape for the next one!" optimistic to a fault.. she glazes over anything that doesn't fit Her Reality.... everything goes back to her gymnastics

and i think, because of maruki's "intervention", it works! kasumi suddenly does rocket up to the top in gymnastics! that's something that's absolutely terrifying to kasumi when the delusion breaks: was i really willing to give up the beloved memories of my sister just to get an edge in gymnastics? would i really give it all up? did i really think i'd be better off without her?

it'd def be interesting if she befriended the thieves!!! i think her boisterous sort of personality and her intense, almost overwhelming dedication to her sport...... that confidant w akira seems interesting..... i think, at least, her sudden "switch" in terms of gymnastics prowess would draw media attention (kind of like the opposite of a mental shutdown... goro akechi ON THE CASE///SHOT DEAD)

but no like fr that'd be interesting if goro had a sort of "confidant" with her, trying to get to the bottom of the case abt dr. maruki.....

SORRY IF THSI MAKES NO SENSE I LITESRALLY JUST THOGUHT THIS UP JUST NOW. HEHE THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!

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Let Me Count the Ways

Summary:

Days after Moonrise, Merit and Gale recount their first meeting, inevitably describing all the ways in which they love each other, Faerûn be damned. (Set post Act 2, pre-Act 3)

Word Count: 5,025 Rating: E

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Her body ached one and all. 

Each of Merit’s limbs carried the weight of the centuries’ old ache they now left behind, the ruins of Moonrise fast becoming a distant memory. If they squinted, the shadow curse was lifting in their steady wake, the hills a touch less sunstarved even from their growing distance as they trudged onward to Baldur’s Gate. Merit was lighter for the sight of it, her heart far less heavy than it had been. But for reasons other than their most recent victory.

It was no wonder she was still wide awake, her limbs now blind to their own exhaustion, her very being a live wire as she finally retired for the evening after taking a much-needed dip in a nearby waterfall with the rest of their merry band. It was more than just the cool of the water and the decidedly viscera-less nature of her now-clean skin, smelling faintly of sweet mint since it was the only herb they could find on the road. The mint brightened her senses, yes, but it was being in Gale’s presence, alone again, much more so. 

“Believe it or not,” Gale gasped between kissing her, taking his time each moment their lips met, his hand weaving itself through her hair and pulling her towards him by the small of her back with the other. “I may actually need to breathe.”

Merit smiled against his mouth, not listening. 

“No you don’t,” she whispered into yet another kiss, relishing in the way his body arched towards hers, their limbs entwining above the thin sliver of bedroll beneath them. “Not yet anyway.”

As soon as Gale had clasped his tent shut, he and Merit were on each other, hands grasping, breathless, as they collapsed atop his unmade bedroll in the approaching night. And Merit had no intention of stopping just yet. Gale hummed into their next kiss, acquiescing to Merit’s insistent urge to keep her mouth on his. 

It was a weak argument, she knew, and one made with the express intention of simply saying something to break the otherwise breathful silence. With a careful hand, Gale angled her head just-so against his as he drank her in, more deeply this time and as if he may never let go. A pleasant chill coursed through her at his closeness and at his lip’s silent behest, affection mounting within Merit tenfold in a way that she almost didn’t know what to do with. She sighed in its shadow, whimpering against Gale’s mouth as she let the feeling wash over her - an overwhelming, all-encompassing warmth that made her shiver welcomingly, the feeling leaving her utterly breathless yet hungry for more. 

Gale sighed against her as he slowed the kiss, his hand burying itself more deeply in her hair as his lips unhurriedly met hers again and again, his every caress sweeter than the last, his tongue gently tracing Merit’s in a way that made her mouth water and her limbs magnetize even more-so to his, another whimper escaping unwittingly from the depths of her throat.

No one had ever kissed her like this, held her like this. The insurmountable need to be close to him, to feel him, to taste him, matched with her unfathomable affection for him was something Merit had never quite felt before either, her every moment with Gale both a blessing as much as it was a constant discovery, new layers of love emerging within her by the minute that each felt so utterly different from the last that she was amazed they didn’t each have their own unique names.

Gale slowed their kiss to an eventual halt, every moment of its deceleration saccharine and filled with endless want. He pulled away, his lips brushing against hers, his half-lidded eyes flickering down towards the plush of her mouth before eventually meeting Merit’s gaze, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“I already so often forget to breathe in your presence,” he admitted, his voice a half-whisper. The fingers on the hand he had buried in her hair absently raked at her scalp, his grazing gentle but yearning, wanting her closer somehow even though they were already pressed together. “But without you, I don’t think I could breathe at all.”

Merit felt Gale’s heart race in his chest as her hands braced the base of his shoulders, and in that moment she knew just where all of Gale’s poetry came from. Much like her own writing, his words tumbled off his tongue as if possessed, his very heart poetic and his mouth merely the messenger. She soaked in his expression, then, and the feeling of him against her, almost in disbelief that this man had any aspirations to whole-heartedly sacrifice himself only days prior, for the light that glittered within his gaze now shone bright and quiet eternal. She knew why he’d thought it necessary, and while his commitment had been commendable if not for the sake of all the realm as he was told, Merit was glad now for the rekindled craving for life that coursed through Gale now.

All she could do was kiss him once more. Close-mouthed at first, sighing, pressing him to her as if she never wanted them to part hence. Which was true. But when she kissed him again, soft and slow but starved and aching, Merit parted her lips against his and relished again in the feeling of his tongue against hers, the sensation of his hands traversing uncharted territory along her back beneath her nightshirt. Merit wanted to relive their night before Moonrise again and again, over and over, but with the assured knowledge that they would indeed see another day, as with every encroaching moment she rediscovered her love for him and basked in the warmth of its glow, still astounded that she could feel this way about anyone or anything. 

“Merit,” Gale sighed, making her blush all over at the sound of her name uttered so gently, her name the very breath that escaped his lungs. “Merit , I-”

She pulled away and gauged his expression. Merit’s gaze flickered between Gale’s eyes, wide and incredulous, and her heart sank a little.

“You still don’t believe it, do you?” Merit asked in a hallowed heartbroken whisper. That this was worth it? Merit thought wordlessly as she ran her own hand through Gale’s hair and held him close, her other hand tracing his face with practiced pause. Or that I truly love you?

Gale’s eyes flashed wide, momentary surprise coloring his face he sighed beneath her, sheepish. 

“I’m beginning to,” he uttered, pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. “It isn’t quite that I didn’t or don’t believe you, I just-” Gale sucked in a breath. “I’m just… I’m not sure I deserve you.”

Merit stilled then. Unease shuddered through her at the thought. She held Gale closer then, calmed only by the sight of his gaze softening as she did so. 

“You know that’s not how any of this works,” she assured with another quick kiss, aching for him in a whole other way now. “Or at least, it doesn’t have to be. Not with me.”

A creeping realization settled over her as she watched Gale consider her words, pondering that a love without conditions might not only be something that in fact existed but something that was meant for him to have.

“I do think you’re an exceptionally talented wizard,” she said, her voice contemplative and soft as she traced the outline of his face with the gentle pad of her finger. “And you forget just how much you’ve done for me, for all of us , but… it’s not even about that either.”

Gale watched her silently, his gaze softening as his eyelashes fluttered in quiet awe. 

“Then tell me,” he implored, his voice whispersoft.

Merit looked upon him, the details of his silhouette falling into focus through the gloom of his tent, a moonlike glow emanating through the swath of cerulean canvas that faced the nearest campside torch. He lay beside her now, basking in the hushed reverence that followed his question as one of his hands remained comfortably buried in her hair, the other tracing a lazy pattern against the exposed small of her back. Merit savored the moment, testing its weight in her mind as she memorized its every detail, warmed even by the low chorus of crickets that beckoned nightfall - a comforting sound they had been void of every evening in shadow-cursed Reithwin.

“You were the first to make me laugh,” she admitted, the memory returning to her unbidden, and a small smile along with it. “Did you know that?”

The corner of Gale’s mouth fluttered, a bashful smile threatening to bewitch his otherwise reverential face.

“That first night at camp. But I’m sure I smiled when we first met, something I hadn’t done in some time even before our initial abduction. It was more than that, though, something as simple as the way you spoke, your choice of words. Something about you was just… so very endearing to me, immediately. I knew from the very moment you told me your name that I would come to like you, though I likely already had.”

Without a shadow of a doubt, Gale was the first person Merit had grown comfortable around at camp, the first person she spoke of non-tadpole matters with, soon yearning for not just any kind of casual conversation but finding herself eager to speak with him specifically. About anything and everything, about nothing and all that lay between. It began as they jointly prepared the camp’s meals, calmed by the quiet comfort of assisting in something so mundane and necessary as cooking, something that no doubt reminded her of aiding Fable in the family bakery, but it soon grew into discussion at length about what books they found on the road, swapping stories of things they’d read in other books and longed to read again, and as soon as Merit found a playable lute, though it wasn’t her instrument of choice, it wasn’t long before their discussions turned to music, pleased to talk of her poetry with someone other than a rival bard trying to steal one of her songs.

“You were so very warm when you pulled me from that portal,” Gale admitted in a breathless whisper. “Your hand in mine. After not seeing, not touching, another living person in some time, it was a… a bit of an adjustment to say the least, traveling with you all.” Gale laughed breathily, chagrined but charmingly so. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, looking at you, waiting for your gaze to meet mine, for our hands to accidentally touch again to perhaps test whether I’d imagined it. At first I thought it was simply the shock of it all, but…”

He didn’t need to finish his thought for Merit to understand. Gale leaned against her, resting his forehead against hers as his ardent gaze grew brighter in the clearing gloom, the tent now glowing a dark but cool blue, like the sea after a storm. 

“Perhaps it was selfish of me,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper as he brought one of Merit’s hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the soft cushion of her palm and letting his mouth linger before continuing. “Selfish to submit to the wealth of what I feel for you beneath Moonrise in dismissal of Mystra’s charge, but it also feels like… some solemn sense of poetic justice.”

Merit’s brows knotted, an inkling of confusion coloring the otherwise warm ease she felt in Gale’s presence now. 

“My tower had been empty for months,” he began, his expression sombering at the retelling of it. “Tara was gone for longer and longer, and upon each of her many returns my guilt grew tenfold. Not only had I not spoken to or seen my mother since I was accursed with my affliction, who’d left the only life she knew behind to bring a son bursting at the seams with magic to Waterdeep decades before, it pained me to see Tara run herself ragged to bring my mother messages of my being still alive, to see Tara wrack herself in search of such things to keep my sin sated, the worry in her eyes…”

Gale’s own eyes dimmed as he retreated further into the darker depths of the memory. Merit cupped his face, turning his attention to the here and now as Gale’s expression fluttered between mournful reverie in recollection and calm reassurance at her touch.

“She’d begged for me to leave the tower, if only to reacquaint myself with fresh air but perhaps better yet to provide a much needed distraction from my otherwise bleak reality only made worse by the machinations of my own mind. Tara had just left in search of something else for me when I finally took her advice, only I didn’t relish in the air or any of earth’s smaller pleasures. I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, though, who would I tell?”

Gale let out a hollow half-laugh. No mirth laced the action, only a sobering and melancholic amusement that spoke more to loss than laughter. 

“I don’t think I would have done it, then,” he continued, skipping ahead a bit as he took in the severity of Merit’s expression as she listened on. “But… I’d thought about it. Really considered it, ending my life. Saving everyone the trouble. Ending it all there, saving my mother from regretting her decision to upend her life, saving Tara the endless worry of caring for me, ridding myself of the unending guilt. I went deep into the nearest forest, in search of - well, what exactly I’m not entirely sure. A passage to the Underdark perhaps, or an already ruined landscape that wouldn’t suffer any further loss at my inevitable self-destruction.”

Merit had no words, only a soft but unquenchable need to touch him, to remind herself that he was here now, that Gale was warm and full of want for her and life itself. She continued to trace his jaw with the back of her finger, awaiting his continuation even if it hurt to hear the words.

“But before I knew it, I was knocked unconscious and aboard that bloody ship,” he said, incredulous, “And not long after that, you were pulling me from that stone.”

“Shadowheart warned me against approaching that portal, y’know,” Merit contemplated aloud, her voice catching at the thought. “I’m so very glad I didn’t listen.”

“As am I,” Gale said. “Endlessly, so.”

He turned slightly against her caressing hand and placed kiss after gentle kiss against her fluttering fingers.

“To be pulled from the portal was a surprise to be sure, but to fall so desperately in love with the person who did it?” He kissed her palm again, lingering there before continuing, “It was a gift, at first, even before I knew it wasn’t unrequited. But when Elminster informed me of Mystra’s intentions, it felt more like a-”

Gale couldn’t say the words, emotion stilling his words like a cork in a wine bottle. His eyes went wide, wistful yet crestfallen as his other hand pulled her closer until they were utterly pressed together, their shared warmth intermingling to the point where they almost felt as one.

“Like a punishment,” Merit said for him, heartbroken when Gale nodded almost immediately upon her uttering the words.

Unsure of what else to say, Merit lightly brushed what short stray locks of hair fell into Gale’s eyeline as they lay facing one another, admiring the way they draped over his forehead, giving something soothing for her hands to do, an easy excuse to touch him. She remembered the first time she thought of doing such a thing - the night he beckoned her to open herself to the Weave alongside him, his face limned in the glitter of the Weave and the glint of moonlight, smiling softly at her in a way Merit wasn’t sure anyone ever had before. 

“I love the gray in your hair, and the way it sometimes falls into your eyes,” she said almost absently, her eyes drawn to Gale’s silvery strands as her fingers continued to caress his temple, relishing as he leaned into her touch. “I love the way your scar dimples when you smile, the birthmark on your temple, and the one on your wrist-”

Merit reached down, plucking Gale’s idly caressing hand to press her palm to his after gently circling the birthmark in question, adoring the way Gale shivered pleasantly at her insistent touch before quietly admiring the way the cool olive of his skin looked against the warmth of her copper tone. 

It was the hand she’d pulled from the portal, as if miming their first meeting. He’d looked so handsome then if not a bit bewildered, not so unlike the way he looked now but softer. But touching him, being this close, admiring his every feature - it was more than just finding comfort in the physical. It was seeing him just as he was, letting him know that she saw every bit of him, not asking that any of it be altered, that he was simply loved for who he already was. 

“I love the shape of your hands,” she added softly, threading her fingers through his. “And the way they feel in mine.”

Gale brought their joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of Merit’s wrist.

“I never knew,” he said with an awestruck breath, watching her longingly, “That love could feel like this. And it pains me to think that I might have never known, without you.”

Merit stilled under the strength of his lovelorn gaze, struck both by his words as well as by the same realization, the weight of it resonating within her and washing over her in waves. 

“There are so very many things I love about you, the list endless as I’ve already regaled,” Gale continued, his thumb running gently across the back of her hand as he kissed the same spot on her wrist again. “Your quick mind, your clever tongue, the lilt of your voice whether singing or speaking, perfectly imperfect, the warm amber of your eyes, the way you-”

Gale paused, laughing breathily again as he blushed, an undeniable desire to live and keep on living shining in his eyes. 

“The soft way you look at me, the velvet warmth of your lips against mine, the way you sigh whenever our mouths do meet,” he said even more softly, “The way it feels to kiss you, the way my hands yearn to touch every part of you, the way you feel against me, how warm your skin feels on mine.”

It was half-confession, half-request, the plea clear in the way Gale looked longingly at her now in silent submission - Consider me a supplicant praying at the altar of every inch of you. 

Merit’s breath caught in her throat as the notion wordlessly registered in her mind and she matched his gaze, their eyes tender though hungry as they looked upon the other. It only took a moment for Merit to dissolve under the endless ache in his stare and bring Gale’s mouth back towards hers, their hands unclasping only to get lost once more in each other’s hair. 

Much like the vision she’d first conjured in the Weave, the kiss started off slow, their every move a deliberate dance as she reveled in the taste of him. Gale’s hands moved from her hair and trailed lightly down her back, his hands grasping at the fabric of her nightshirt as he gently but insistently endorsed its eventual removal. Merit shrugged as she obliged, her shoulders going slack as she allowed him this before her own hands descended to the hem of Gale’s shirt and urged it off in a single lithe movement, running her hands slowly over the planes of his chest as she moved the cloth up, up, up and off. 

“I want to give you the stars,” he whispered into his kiss, making Merit blush all over. “But I also want to feel every earthly pleasure with you.”

Gale didn’t allow Merit time to answer, stealing the very breath from her lungs as he wrapped her in another all-eclipsing kiss. He was delightfully warm, but different in the sense most other things were warm. It was almost like touching a sunsoaked stone, the feel of it instantly reaching her bones and some other deeper, more primal part of her she had no name for. As soon as she felt it, the more she craved Gale’s inherent closeness, needing more of it, unsure if the feeling could ever truly be sated. How they managed to thieve so few kisses whilst the Netherese orb remained active, Merit had no idea, her need for Gale forever growing and bordering on insatiable.

It wasn’t long before their every measured kiss grew ravenous, their every shared breath a yearning whimper as Gale brought his hips to hers before urging her leg around his waist, his hand tracing the curve of her thigh as he held her close. 

A pleasurable gasp escaped from the depths of her throat as Gale’s kiss grew deeper, his touch voracious as his hands roamed every inch of her, alternating between gently tracing the shape of her or zealously grasping at whatever part of her he could get his hands on. Merit’s hands snaked up his neck, her fingers threading through his hair while her palms cradled his jaw, her thumbs gently tracing the hollow of his face as he kissed her more ardently still. She rocked her hips against his, pleased to feel the warmth of his growing want against her in an instant, immediately hungering to be closer to him, to feel him.

Merit didn’t need to say a thing. She thought of saying something - about what she wanted, about what she yearned for. Merit even considered requesting that Gale spirit them both back to the Weave, her desires supplanting the mere borders of her own body in the instant her want grew precariously into need. 

But with a breathless whimper, Merit surrendered as Gale removed the remainder of her clothes and his, pressing the strength of his desire against her thigh as he asked, even more harrowed than the last time, “How am I expected to keep my hands off you?” he uttered as his hands spirited over the entire shape of her, lingering over the rising crest of her breasts and the sloping curve of her thighs. “What if I want to be inside you all the time?”

Another unbidden sigh escaped Merit’s mouth then, this time in unison with the moment she reached for Gale and felt the warmth of his want against the reaching palm of her hand. She tasted the wonder in his very kiss as she did, overcome with earthly wants and earthly desires, something he’d dismissed long before meeting her but now yearned to feel in full. All Merit could think of was how eagerly she wanted to grant his every wish, guiding the strength of his desire towards the wealth of her own until he finally eased himself inside her.

“I love the way you feel,” she sighed against Gale’s panting mouth as he slowly, sensuously rocked his hips against hers, relishing in every inch of her and savored the sensation as if it were both the first and last time they might ever make love. Merit wanted it to continue like this, steady, unrushed yet indulgent, every thrust laced with unending sentiment with the intention of the feeling lasting forever.

The bedroll didn’t afford them much room, but it didn’t matter. All Merit needed was to be close to Gale, feeling the relief of him inside her as she pressed her palms against the warm planes of his back, her fingernails digging ever so slightly into his already sweatslick skin. Their shared heat was sweet, Merit savoring the salt of his sweat as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder just as Gale began to kiss her neck, his hands pulling her closer and closer, angling her against him in a way that made her tremble, her every limb bewitched with a certain sensuous rapture that eclipsed all other pleasures she’d ever felt before.

It wasn’t just the act of it, their bodies acting on primal impulse and feeding on primordial need, but the very deep-seated sentiment of it, the abundance of affection that flooded her whenever she merely even thought of Gale let alone whenever she was in his presence. 

Gale pressed kiss after ardent kiss up the slope of her neck, kissing her jaw and then her temple before burying his face in hair as he uttered so sincerely that Merit shivered, “I love you,” he said, panting sweetly into her ear before nuzzling his nose against her neck. “I’ll always love you.”

It was so simple. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t said it before, though not quite like this. Merit urged Gale’s face back toward hers as he continued to urge his keening need deeply, slowly inside her and kissed him equally delicately, unlike any time she’d ever kissed anyone, even Gale, before. Pouring every ounce of emotion into her very breath, the way her lips met his wanting mouth, and in the careful caress of her tongue against his, Merit returned the sentiment in duplicate, their bodies in rhythm together in the dark of another night she wished might never end.

“I love you,” she said into a famished kiss, echoing the notion before she pulled away with a harrowed sigh, gasping for breath as Gale continued to ease his want into hers. “And I want to feel everything with you.”

She hearkened back to what he’d said earlier, Gale’s pace slowing to a sultry pulse still poised deep inside the wet and velvet center of her in response, his eyes heavy-lidded as his gaze met hers, worlds of affection flowing between them in the quiet aftermath. 

“How do you even exist?” he asked, incredulous, his eyes searching hers. “How are you even real?”

Merit watched him wordlessly, demure but thunderstruck at his confession, unsure how to answer as her heart fluttered more ardently than she thought it ever could. Gale slowed again but he did not stop, his every movement tender and deliberate but sumptuously so, careful to convey the very weight of his love for her in the way he urged himself inside her, the way he held her, the way he looked at her, and in the very way he panted against her, hungry for more of her but overwhelmed with such endless endearment that all he could do was watch her with a ceaseless yet quiet wonder.

“I’m only as real as you make me,” she exhaled, thinking back to what he said to her in the meadow he conjured before Moonrise - I’m no goddess, she’d said. Oh yes you are, he’d countered - gripping him closer to her and kissing his shoulder again. “As real as the salt on your skin or the heat of the blood running your veins. As real as everything I feel for you.”

Merit wrote about myths, but she refused to be one. Here, now, she was just a woman in love, and Gale would simply have to believe that.

“You deserve so much more,” Gale said, threading one hand through her hair again as he angled himself more deeply inside her, another whimper escaping Merit’s throat at the feeling. “I want to give you the world.”

Merit could only smile breathlessly against him, on the verge of succumbing to the very lovedrunk ecstasy of the feeling of him against her, inside her, his words encroaching on her very heart. Her mind, body, and soul were all strings suddenly singing in unison, their rising chorus reaching an inevitable epiphany. 

“All I need is you, Gale,” Merit said as her entire body began to shudder on the approach of utter euphoria. “All I need is you.”

She wasn’t sure he was listening, and in the moment the idea was driven so far from her mind that all she could think of was the complete surrender overcoming her now in the wake of him, lapping at her every nerve in delicious waves as her every limb trembled in kind, Gale’s breath quickening as the feel of him grew more insistent, hungering to feel more of her as she tightened around him. Gale’s pace remained methodic, rhythmic, but in the steady aftermath of her waning elation she felt him soon flutter, too, his every thrust losing fervor until he grew soft, only pulling out because he had to.

Gale sighed, feigning complete collapse against Merit’s chest as he smiled, eventually pressing breathless elated kisses against her expectant lips before pulling her to him again and kissing her even more deeply.

This sort of thing didn’t happen often, simultaneous satiation, at least not in Merit’s past experience, the satisfaction of it still washing over her as Gale kissed her still.

When he finally pulled away, Gale buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as his lips absently brushed the sensitive swath of skin just beneath her ear. Merit’s fingers ran through Gale’s own hair as she clutched him to her, relishing in the warmth of him as she opened her eyes to the ethereal glow of the tent again, finding calm in the chorus of crickets once more. 

She kissed his hair and muttered, “All I’ll ever need is you,” her voice soft, more than a whisper but just as faint. But Gale was already succumbing to sleep against her, his ears unhearing as Merit sighed and instead pressed a kiss to his now-slumbering forehead, stilling there with her lips poised against the pleasant warmth of his skin, relishing in the scent of him and the weight of his body against hers, before relenting to sleep in kind.

“Just you,” she said with a sigh, finally falling asleep against him. “Just you.”

[lovehotelreservation]

Muscle Memory

Summary: From past to present, no matter what would become of them or their memories, Erichthonios and Lahabrea would never truly forget you.

Even as they were driven absolutely mad by the mere thought, the mere remembrance of you.

Rating: R

Pairing: Reader/Erichtonios, Reader/Lahabrea

oml i was meaning to post this like last year while pandamonium was going through its last patches but i forgot 🧍♀️

anyway eric and LAHAA both crave wol hole--

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How maddening.

The hour was late, Amaurot was still, and Erichthonios was stumbling his way out of his quarters in a delirious sweat.

His hands clawed at his sleeping attire, his inflamed skin thirsting for relief while his heart hungered for something he could not easily attain.

You.

Even as Azem’s familiar, there was something so mystifying and captivating about you. Unparalleled strength, a gracious heart, and looks that bewitched him so, his feelings towards you were nothing short of pure desire.

It had been some time since you last departed and yet he could still feel it–a phantom sensation by this point, but yet his skin was haunted by your bare hands ghosting over his skin. The late hour made it difficult for him to recall the exact context, but all he could recall at this moment was the concerned yet affectionate look in your eyes while your hands cradled his face ever so gently.

Desperately, he wished you could be here before him, your hands there to soothe his aching loins while he thanked you tenfold by indulging in any wish that you and your body craved.

In light of your absence, his thoughts, his dreams–all were for you to take residence in. While he was often tongue-tied when it came to thinking of you in a romantic light, should you return to Elpis any time soon, he was determined to make his feelings for you known.

Erichthonios soon made his way to his bath, his hand reaching for the cold faucet, his cure for his current throbbing dilemma soon raining downward.

He hoped for the day that you could join him in the bath, all while he sought to make you delirious in pleasure as well.

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How maddening.

The sun was gleaming, Ul’dah was bustling, and Lahabrea was striding beneath shadowed canopies in a near uncanny perplexed state.

His hands clenched into fists, his blood boiling while his mind wracked itself for an answer to a conundrum he could not easily solve.

You.

As Hyadelyn’s champion, there were plenty of reasons for him to despise you. And yet, there was something about that defiant look in your eyes that angered him with such passion that it could only be likened to that of love.

He had just encountered you moments ago, his burning ambition to the goals of the Ascians hindered by the overwhelming flood of thoughts of you and only you. For such a long-harbored dedication for his cause to Zodiark, the brief standoff with you had his skin searing as he recalled each attack and counter you sent his way, all while that rebellious look on your face brought forth phantoms of memories that only stoked flames of vengeance.

Ever a step ahead, he was already plotting how he could get you alone, bound and powerless while he delighted in interrogating you tortuously as to how such an insignificant pawn such as yourself was capable of rendering him so insipidly nostalgic.

Since becoming aware of your role as Hyadelyn’s pet, his goal of either ridding or subjugating you had taken unnecessary possession of his thoughts. And with the odd sense of nostalgia, he was only all the more determined to discover why being around you hearkened memories of Elpis, cheeky smiles during Convocation meetings, and why wishing you farewell was more familiar than greeting you.

His anger hitting a boiling point, Lahabrea soon tore off his hood with a grunt, far too irritated to simply and snidely cackle his irritation away.

While the small brush of cool air from the canopies above offered him some relief, he knew he would feel much better with you squirming and defeated beneath him.

[randomruff]

An Icy Possession

“Come on… kitty!”

Bai-he jumped, her voice echoing throughout alley they were in, her fingertips just barely grazing Mu. The cursed cat simply gave her a mocking look however, closing his brown eyes as he continued to lay on the metal pipe he was on. Not at all bothering to move even an inch for her.

The 12-year-old huffed, her eye twitching in irritation as she once again tried to grab him, jumping and standing on her tiptoes.

 “You're not making this any easier for me buddy.” She spoke with a hint of desperation; her mother will start to worry if she doesn’t make it home soon.

The ginger feline did move this time just not how she wanted him to. With a long stretch Mu jumped on another piece of pipe that was a foot higher than the last one, almost meeting the wall that alley ended in.

“Really?!” Bai-he yelled in outrage, staring at her precious pet in utter betrayal before slumping her back in defeat with a discontent sigh. The sunlight now disappearing behind the large wall, at this rate she’ll never make it home.

The faint feeling of being watched made the black-haired girl lift her head towards the only exit of the alleyway. Faded whispering coming closer captured her attention, confusion flicking on her face as she saw no one other than her and Mu in the long dark alley.

The freezing chill walking down her spine told her otherwise however.

She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she frantically looked around, spotting a dark blue mist entering the small tight area she was in. The whispers becoming louder as the blue mist creeped closer, a dark chill that seemed to silence any and all noise radiated from the mist giving Bai-he a sense of utter dread.

 Mu hissed as apprehensive fear clawed its way into Bai-he’s heart, slowly taking a step back as the mist inched closer to her. The Whispers practically invading her head while her body shook, her black eyes darting around her to see if there was anywhere, she could escape to.

There wasn’t.

Mu’s back arched as his angry hissing increased a volume; quickly turning tail and ran as fast as he could, climbing the buildings before them. Abandoning Bai-he to the strange glowing mist.

‘Traitor’ she thought bitterly as her back hit the wall, fear increasing tenfold as she had nowhere else to go now. The sound of her heartbeat rang in her ears, hands shaking as she brought them to her chest. Clasping them together as she timidly called out. “He-hello?”

 Then silence…

Confusion once again filtered through her, the whispers vanished and mist halted in its path leaving nothing but the sound of her shaky breaths. Bai-he waited still as a statue for a moment or two before relaxing, releasing a sigh of relief. Good, it as just a fals-

The mist lunged forward, hitting her straight in the chest leaving her no time to react as intense pain blossomed where it hit her.

'Fire! I’m on fire!’

Overwhelming heat spread across her body, whiplashing her at its suddenness and speed.

‘Help!’

Blood and bile rushed in her throat, leaving her incapable of screaming for aid.

'Somebody please!’

Her vision started to blur, something cold and freezing beginning to replace the heat making her knees buckle under her.

‘Help me!’

And then everything went black.

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Side eyes the calendar, noticing it's only a few weeks away until it's October. Quickly thinks of a oneshot she can do, glances at Bai-he with an apologetic smile and mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I'm sorry my dear child, your suffering with only be temporary though"

I am slowly getting back into the groove of writing! MAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I decided to make a one shot of when Bai-he was possessed by LBD, i just make do some drapples of her time as LBD's host when i get the time but no promises.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this, as always feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and helpful.

[mamadoe]

👢 Showbird - Chapter 7

Summary || 

When Akira moved to Fukuoka to pursue her dancing career, life was easy. However, when her father has an unexpected health crisis, she needs consistent work in the worst way to help support her parents back in her hometown. A day job lined up at one of the Hero Agencies promises good pay for the time being, but she didn't expect not only to meet but get to know the Pro Hero the agency is named after.

Follow Akira's perspective with some of Keigo Takami's sprinkled in.

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Complete Masterlist

Also on AO3 Pairing || Keigo Takami (age 22 at start)/Akira (Fem OC, age 23 at start)

Warning || sex toys; accidental voyeurism; heat cycles (finally getting some heat 🔥)

WC || 5632

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The absolute overwhelming heat erupting beneath Keigo’s skin is too much. Touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. Taste her. Take her. His mind is no longer his own, and he knows it. The memory of how her dark brown doe eyes roamed over his body, how her cheeks and ears flushed rosy pink just for him, how her scent filled his lungs and lured him in, begging him to take a whiff just behind her ear where her scent is the strongest. He wanted desperately to quench the growing need his instincts demanded that he obeys. No. Get a hold of yourself, Keigo, you’re not an animal. She doesn’t have a clue any of this was happening, and it’s not her job to take care of your bird-brain needs.

He groans loudly as he lands on top of a skyscraper, needing to rest and breathe in the cooler windy air in an attempt to cool himself from the inside. However, all landing does is draw his attention to the tent he has pitched in his pants.

“Fuck,” he sighs under his breath. He knew stopping at her apartment was a risk, that it might derail his entire day, but he had convinced himself he was stronger than that. However, the instant he saw her standing before him, he was humbled, and all sense of control slipped. It’s like his mind and body are completely focused on her existence. He knew by the time he left, he would be right where he is now, skin heated and cock throbbing in his pants like he was a horny teenager all over again. And of course, today of all days, he’s getting calls left, right, and center. He had to mute his phone while he was with her, not wanting her to realize just how preoccupied he was. But of course, she had noticed how dirty his uniform had become, and her glance lingered under his eyes at the growing dark circles. Of course, she noticed. If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed she had a quirk of perception with how well she reads him. Though, even still, she couldn’t have known how much just sitting beside her, their thighs mere inches from one another, how much it was driving him crazy.

His springtime heat usually lasted for a few weeks in previous years, but it was never quite this intense. He has never focused so wholly on someone like this before. It’s as if being able to channel this energy into a specific person has magnified his instincts tenfold. How the hell is he going to keep himself from pouncing on her? From taking advantage of her? Gods, just the thought of that sends a chill down his spine. No, he doesn’t want to push that on her, doesn’t want to cross that line when he’s like this. Is he open to it after his heat finally passes? Absolutely, but he doesn’t want to make a rash decision while in his bird-addled state, one that may hurt her in the long run. Besides staying away, which is damn near impossible, the only way he thinks he can manage it now is to white knuckle and bear it as best he can. He’s strong-willed; he knows he can outlast his bird brain’s drive. As long as it’s only a couple more weeks, he can keep a level head. He just hopes and prays she doesn’t push him further than he can handle before his heat burns itself off.

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After standing on the balcony for a few moments with her adrenaline-fueled heart drumming in her ears, Akira composes herself to clean up their lunch’s trash and takes the steps to close up her apartment to take her leave. Of course, Keigo managed to leave a spot on her couch from his dirty pants, but it makes her smile. She’ll tackle it later when she returns from grocery shopping. After pulling on her sneakers, grabbing her reusable bags, pulling on a jacket, and strapping her purse across her body, she sets out. However, even with a task as simple as grocery shopping on her mind, Keigo and how he looked at her, how he touched her, flood her thoughts.

What was that look he gave her on the balcony? She’s never seen such an intense gleam in his eyes before. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s kissed her fingers either, so why does this time feel different? A warm pooling in her belly and butterflies in her chest make her sigh. She hasn’t been this drawn to someone in years. In all honesty, she resigned herself to be pretty asexual in nature except for the occasional want to get off, and she can do that herself. What’s changed? Why of all people is she having these feelings for a man she knows she can’t have, not without sacrificing her privacy? She scoffs under her breath as she walks the aisles at the nearest grocery store. I don’t know why I’m even thinking like that. Even if he flirts with me, what would come of it? A secret relationship we need to hide from the public? She doesn’t want that. She’s so lost in thought, she doesn’t hear her phone ringing at first. After a few moments as she comes back to reality, she pulls it from her pocket and answers.

“Hey, Yuri. It’s been a bit. What’s up?”

“Oh, hey, you picked up!” he laughs nervously, “I half expected you to not answer. I know you’ve been, you know, busy with your dad’s care, but I was just thinking about you and wanted to check in.” He’s endearing; he has been a lot more gentle with you since you left the office abruptly that last day, and he’s called every once in a while to check on you. Hearing him reference her dad unexpectedly, however, makes a pang of pain reverberate in her chest, which she swallows back.

“Aw, look at you, being so sweet.” She laughs when he stammers on the other end. He is so phone shy. “I’m doing okay. Actually, I’m back in Fukuoka now. I-... I don’t want to talk about it now. I’m in the grocery store.”

“Oh, good! I mean, glad to have you back. We can talk about the details later.” She sighs with relief before sorting through some leeks. “So, I guess, what are you doing later?” She hesitates to answer as she puts leeks, some peppers, and leafy greens in her basket.

“Depends. What do you have in mind?” She knows he’s about to ask her out. Well, not her out, but for her to join him and his boyfriend out to mingle. He had done it often when she was in the office, but because she was always busy, she never took the bait. But now, with her schedule blown wide open, she can’t really keep him at bay anymore.

“Well, if you’re up for it tomorrow night and need a change of scenery, how about I take you out to that club I was telling you about a while back? Go out, have some drinks, just unwind for a bit. It’d just be the three of us, so no pressure, and we can catch up.” Try as he might, he sounds so excited. She had met his boyfriend before when he brought Yuri lunch one day, but she can’t for the life of her remember his name off the top of her head. She’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it.

“Tomorrow night, right? I guess that works. It’ll give me some time to settle in. I just got back this morning.” She’s making quick work of the rest of her shopping, keeping her phone in the crook of her shoulder to keep her hands free.

“Fantastic! I’ll send you the details tomorrow! I’ve gotta go, though. My lunch is almost over,” he scoffs softly with a huff. “Talk to you later!” He hangs up before she gets the chance to say goodbye, but she knows that’s just his excitement getting to him. She might as well have just given him a present he’s wanted for years.

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The rest of the day slips by as Akira checks off her list of menial tasks. All her groceries are taken care of, the vegetables washed and prepared for her near-future meals. Dinner has been in the slow cooker for a few hours as the evening arrives. The spot Keigo left on her couch is long gone, and with the help of a box fan in the window to help with airflow, it’s dry. After a long, hot shower, Akira finds herself curled up on the end of her couch in a set of sleeping shorts and tanktop, a lap blanket over her legs for warmth. Her hair sits atop her head in a towel while she treats her curls to a much-needed conditioning mask. She settles into a quiet evening of scrolling mindlessly on her phone, a movie in the background to keep her company. Having all this time to herself feels weird; she isn’t used to it, but she tries to embrace it. She stretches out to get more comfortable when she suddenly feels a sharp poke, jolting her with surprise.

“What the hell?” She digs between the cushions only to find a dull red feather. “Huh.” She turns the aged feather over under the lamp light. Keigo must have shed it during one of his visits, and based on its dull coloring, it must have been before she left. She twirls it between her fingers, and under the warm light, she can faintly make out subtleties in the red hues. His wings are such a marvel to her. Oftentimes she wanted to reach out and touch them, but she didn’t want to come off as rude. She traces along the edge of the feather, feeling how soft it is when approached with a gentle hand and more firm when she quickly draws her finger the other way. Her finger traces down the spine of it to the soft, fluffy bits, and it’s soft as down. Without thinking twice, she brings it to her nose and sniffs. Despite it having lived between her couch cushions for a month, it still faintly smells of the sky, of him, making her blush slightly. There he is again, taking over her thoughts as she imagines what his feathers would feel like against her skin, idly letting the feather stroke her cheek to get the idea.

“Hm,” she hums with a sigh. She decides maybe tonight she needs a little more self-care and that maybe finding her release will give her some relief. It’s been a while since she’s had the space or energy to even think about it, but the familiar warm feeling deep within her abdomen quickly makes itself known. Yeah, she’s going to get off, but first, she has some things to do.

After taking some time to reset the living room with a quick tidy, Akira checks the slow cooker, and she decides to return to it when she’s done with her hair. On her way to the bathroom, she ditches the feather in a little catch-all dish on her bedside table. Before she steps away to take care of her hair, though, she pulls her tried-and-true toy from the bedside table’s drawer and plugs it in to make sure it’s ready for her when she returns. She disappears into the bathroom, detangling and defusing her curls with the dryer on low. It doesn’t take long before she’s returning to the living room to grab her headphones off its hook, one she installed on the side of one of her bookshelves earlier that day to give them a home. With them turned up to her dancing playlist, she can’t hear a thing as she returns to the kitchen to handle the slow cooker, dividing its contents into containers. She sways, the seam of her shorts cutting into her heat and staining it with a subtle wet patch since she isn’t wearing underwear. She hums slightly, a bit out of tune since she can’t hear herself. After sliding the food into the fridge and giving the kitchen a quick tidy, she makes one final sweep of the apartment. She’s gotten better about making sure it’s locked up since Keigo got on her about locking her balcony door. She makes sure the front door is locked, closes the slightly open sliding door she had left open before making sure it’s locked as well, and returns her headphones to their hook - she won’t need them.

After returning to her bedroom, she puts her phone on its charger before grabbing her vibrator and a small dildo from her toy drawer to give them a quick cleaning. The anticipation has been growing as she has paced herself through her evening chores, and she is hyper-aware of the seam of her shorts digging into her sensitive core. She bites her lip as she returns to bed, sliding between the sheets and settling down on her side. It doesn’t take long to caress her hand down her heated body and rub her clit over the thin fabric of her shorts, only to bypass it and dip under the shorts’ hem to feel how wet she’s become. She sighs contentedly, dipping a finger into her core and knowing she’s ready. Her dildo quickly follows the path of her finger as she holds her shorts to the side, her toy quickly seating itself to the hilt, burying itself deep inside and pulling a shaky breath from her. Once her shorts are pulled over the base of the dildo, acting as a harness to keep it in place, she turns onto her side, her breath heavy. God, it’s been too long. The way her walls hold her toy securely in place sends a chill down her spine. Before settling in, she places one of her spare pillows between her legs to provide something soft to hump against. The final piece of the puzzle is her vibrator, and a soft gasp escapes her lips as she circles her clit with it over the thin fabric. Should she take her time? Probably. It would make her orgasm that much more intense, but that’s not her endgame at this point. She just wants to cum, to find relief. Keigo in his damn bodysuit flashes across the back of her closed eyelids, and she stifles a moan, pressing her vibrator more firmly against her throbbing clit, her hips rocking ever so slightly into its pressure, the dildo rocking in turn against the tight squeeze of her walls.

“Fuck,” she whispers sharply under her breath when her core spasm, gripping her toy. Already, the coil is tightening in her core, but she knows this isn’t enough. She needs more. Her breath is shaky and slow as she settles into a steady hump with her hips, the tension of her shorts moving the dildo ever so slightly, fueling her pleasure that much more. She can’t help herself as she slowly turns her vibrator to a higher setting and presses it against her now swollen clit, holding it as steady as she can as she keeps the pace of her hips slow and steady. The walls of her apartment aren’t insulated the best, so she tries to muffle her soft moans by turning her face into her pillow. It would be easier if she could will her voice into silence, but it feels so much better to let it free. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she imagines her vibrator being replaced with a hot, hungry tongue, his tongue, or even him being inside her, thrusting deeper than her toy does, scratching that itch she can’t quite reach on her own. For a moment she wonders how he would take her, if he would want her pressed into the mattress beneath him, his wings open proudly behind him. Or maybe he would have her riding him, letting her take control. A strained groan escapes her throat as her hips begin to lose control, rocking on their own as her hand starts to tremble her vibrator roughly over her clit.

“K-Kei-,” she squeaks into her pillow as she feels her orgasm mounting, but she still feels like it’s not enough. She needs one final push to send her over the edge. Her breath is heavy as she glances toward her nightstand. Maybe his feather would be just what she needs. However, when her trembling hand fumbles around the catch-all dish, it’s nowhere to be found. She huffs under her breath. Her bedroom window is cracked open slightly, so the breeze must have blown it to the floor. Either way, she isn’t about to crawl out of bed to look for it when she is already so close. Instead, she slides her hand down the back of her shorts, following the curve of her ass cheek until the tips of a couple of her fingers are probing her tight hole. That in and of itself is enough to send her shaking, her moans coming as trembling gasps as her core snaps sharply around her toy, her body convulsing with each passing wave.

“A-Ah… F-Fuck…,” her voice is hoarse as he body slowly stills after she removes the still-buzzing vibrator from her overly sensitive clit. Her pussy is still contracting around her dildo moments later when she gets the strength to finally take off her shorts, tossing them across the room toward her laundry basket but missing by a long shot before taking her toy out and finally collapsing into her bed with relief. Well, as close to relief as she’s going to get. Her orgasm was good, but she knows if she had prolonged her playtime or even invited someone over, it would have been better. With a heavy sigh, she stands to clean herself up, leaving behind the familiar smell of musk and heat in her wake.

-*-*-*-

The familiar tingling sensation of an intimate touch forces Keigo’s wings to nearly seize mid-flight. His breath catches, a pang of fear rising as he quickly descends to land on the nearest building, but he knows he won’t make it that far as his wing gives in. Losing altitude fast, he swears sharply under his breath as he braces himself, slamming into the side of the building with a sickening thud, knocking the breath from his lungs. Frantically, he grabs onto anything his hands can grip after sliding a few feet down the side of the building. The skin of his knuckles screams as they scrape the worn bricks. His legs and arms burn from the effort, his wing twitching uncontrollably behind him as he attempts to get his bearings. What the fuck was that? After a moment to collect himself, the sensation continues, growing in intensity, making him blush.

“Talk about the worst timing,” he grunts between gritted teeth. He is on his way to file his reports for the day, and his agent is expecting him. He doesn’t have time to deal with this right now. However, a shiver runs down his spine, as if an invisible hand is stroking the most sensitive parts of his wing, leaving him breathless and unable to regain control.

“Gods be damned,” he says shakily, glancing around to find a way down or at least something he can stand on while he attempts to regain his composure. But just as quickly as the sensation starts, it stops, and his wing quickly falls back into place against his back and under his control. Not trusting it’s truly over and safe to fly, though, he shimmies over to the nearest fire escape and plops down to catch his breath in the cool evening air. He groans as he wipes his face with his hands, as if that alone will make the heat that has risen to his face dissipate. His skin already feels hot and too tight for his frame, driving his instincts to the forefront of his mind. To his knowledge, all his feathers are accounted for. The only explanation would be that it’s an older one, which he doesn’t believe would give him this kind of reaction. Unless…

He closes his eyes and focuses his mind’s eye on this feather. At first, he doesn’t recognize where it is. The cool feeling of a ceramic dish, the metal of a couple of rings, the faint lamplight of a nightstand. He expands his focus, trying to see more of the room, but it’s all blurry, too dark to see clearly. Instead, he focuses back on the rings in the dish. His eyes shoot open when he realizes they are the rings Akira often wears, ones she had on when he warmed her hands and warded off the cold winter air with his breath. The feather, while old, is still connected to him just enough, and it’s on Akira’s nightstand. It must have been her ghost of a touch he felt.

“Fuuuck,” he draws out as he manages to stand on his wobbly legs. It’s been so long since anyone has even come near his wings with a touch like that, that he had forgotten how good it can feel, especially after what Nobari subjected him to the night before. The ache still radiates from the base of his wing where she squeezed relentlessly. With a heavy sigh, he pulls his phone from his pocket, shooting his agent a quick text that he will meet with her tomorrow instead, surely pissing her off thoroughly but not having the headspace to deal with it before turning his phone off, effectively taking himself off the clock.

It doesn’t take long for him to find himself on her balcony in the dark of the late evening. At first glance, he doesn’t see her, though the signs of her presence are there. The kitchen light over the sink still illuminates the small space. Her slow cooker on the counter is still on, the delicious smell of cooking chicken greeting his nose as he stands in front of the slightly-open sliding door. An incense burns in its holder on the coffee table, her blanket on the end of her couch balled up messily in her absence. Her scent, the familiar yet unknown one, has revitalized and permeated through the apartment after just one day of being back. Since she left the windows and door open, he can hear the sound of her dryer in her bathroom. If he’s going to act, it needs to be now. After her playful touch, he can’t let that kind of thing happen again, especially if he’s on call. Just imagine fighting or being undercover and all of a sudden, his wings freeze up. It’s a hazard at that point, or at least, that’s how he rationalizes it to himself as he opens the sliding door more, just enough to slip inside.

His heart is in his throat as he ever so quietly steps across the worn rug on her living room floor. Her scent is even stronger in the center of the room, hitting him square in the chest. Fuck, his bird brain is going haywire already, his skin hot with need. Stifling a soft groan, he glances at the blanket which must have just been wrapped around her. Without a second thought, he reaches out and touches it to find it still warm, and on instinct he lifts it to his nose, his eyes fluttering shut. He missed her smell in the weeks she was gone, and though he had tried to sneak a whiff of her hair before, he hopes she didn’t think twice about it. God, if she were to find me like this, she’d think the worst of me. He sighs silently as he balls up the blanket once more and sets it back down where he got it. He can’t spend time fussing around.

Ever so carefully, he steps into the darkness of her room, which somehow smells even more like her, drowning him in her scent. For just a moment, he closes his eyes and lets it settle across his skin, but only a moment. A quick glance at her bedside nightstand confirms the worst. Sure enough, her ring dish rests illuminated under a small lamp, and among them is his feather, taunting him, gleaming under the soft light. The adrenaline of being in a space he’s not supposed to be drums his heart in his ears as he steps around to the opposite side of her bed. He can’t help but send a precursory glance toward the bathroom. The sound of her dryer would surely cover any noise he could possibly make, but considering he can just barely make out the edge of the backside of her form through the doorway, he’s cutting it close. She’s not even a full ten feet away. His heartbeat in his ears and pulsing in his pants, he glides over to her nightstand.

The dryer’s droning sound comes to a sudden stop, and his breath hitches in his throat as his wide eyes dart toward the bathroom.

Internally panicking, he drops to the floor in an instant, silent as a cat, as the sound of her bare feet on the bathroom tile approaches. His wings press him flush to the carpeted floor as he prays she can’t see him over the edge of the bed or that she isn’t coming around to catch him. While the moment only lasts a few seconds, it feels like an eternity as she passes through the bedroom without a second glance in his direction. He sighs quietly as he exhales his anxious breath, listening to her padding around the living room before going to the kitchen. With no time to lose, he sits up, only to be met face-to-face with a vibrator charging tucked between the nightstand and her mattress. He wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t sticking out precariously. A deep blush flushes his face as he gnaws on the inside of his cheek to keep his composure. Well, well well. He takes a steadying breath as he silently shifts back to his feet, his eyes never leaving the curved shape of her toy. Someone must have plans later. His breath is uneven as he bites his lip, his hormone-addled brain conjuring images of how she might use it on herself before he pushes the images away. I don’t have time for this. Just like that, he swipes the feather from her nightstand and stuffs it into his jacket pocket before glancing at her bedroom window. Of course, it’s too small, so he won’t be able to just slip through its opening to make his escape. With one last glance at her charging toy and swallowing down his deep-seated desire, he heads back the way he came, pausing in the bedroom doorway and glancing her backside up and down. Of course, she’s barely clothed in a tank top and shorts - what did he expect, she is in the safety of her home. He’s the one trespassing. If he weren’t trying to be as discreet as possible, he could stay and ogle her all night, but for one, that’s creepy, and he’s well overstayed his welcome. If he’s going to eye her like that, he can wait to do it when both parties are aware, at the very fucking least.

She’s standing at the counter with headphones on, and even from here, he can make out the subtle beat of her music. As long as she doesn’t turn around, he can slip back out the way he came. With a slow, steadying breath, he takes a couple of slow steps, revealing himself from his hiding place. His eyes bore into the back of her head as she sways, moving back and forth as she divides up the food from the slow cooker. Keenly aware of the space he takes up, he steps back toward the sliding door, mindful of where her coffee table and side chair take up space in his path to freedom. His gaze never leaves her form, but when she suddenly turns toward the fridge, he freezes mid-step, breath catching once more. He’s a fucking goner. He’s sure of it. What will he tell her when she spots him in her living room without her permission? He needs to think fast, but nothing comes to mind.

Just like that, she’s turning back to the counter, food tucked away in the fridge, her hands making quick work of cleaning up the mess. Nearly heaving a sigh of relief, he quickens his pace back toward the door and only once he’s fully outside does he allow a slow, deep breath of the chilly night air to calm his nerves as he returns the sliding door to its semi-open position. After only a moment longer of watching her pace back and forth, he steps to the wall by the door before sliding down to have a seat with a deep sigh of relief.

“Fucking gods,” he sighs under his breath before pulling the culprit feather from his pocket. It’s so old, he can’t even reattach it, and yet under Akira’s touch, she sent him into a frenzy. Mulling it over, he guesses he must have shed it before she even left, so it’s been ruminating in her apartment for over a month now. How did he not notice sooner?

The door beside him slides shut, and the lock clicks into place before she draws the curtains shut. Good, she’s more mindful of locking up now. At least his chastising got through a little bit. He can faintly hear her shuffling around, closing down her apartment for the night before turning off all the lights in the living area. It doesn’t take long for her to settle into her room, and he can make out the soft creak of her bed through her still-open window. After an early morning to return to the city, plus all that comes with settling in, she must be exhausted. With the near-dead feather twirling between his fingers, he considers his plans for the next few days. Of course, work will be busy as expected, but he can squeeze in some time to catch up with her more. He always has time for her.

Tucking the dull feather back in his pocket, he shifts from sitting to kneeling to take his leave, but a small, muffled moan of fuck freezes him mid-motion. Eyes wide, ears twitching, his cheeks flushed red, he knows immediately he stayed too long, knows he needs to will his legs and wings to move, but the immediate heat flowing through his veins keeps him welded in place. Go, what are you doing? Don’t be a pervert, he reprimands himself but still, he can’t break the trance his body has fallen under. The subtle rumble of her vibrator piques his attention, and his heart hammers against his ribs. Shit, he’s a fucking goner. The way his mind takes off with his imagination, the thought of her being mere feet just past the wall pleasuring herself goes right to his hardened cock as it pitches his looser pants. What is she thinking about when she gets off? Is she watching something on her phone? Who is she thinking about? He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and with a firm bite, he tries to snap himself from his trance. His breathing is uneven now, and all his senses and nerves are screaming for him to join her. If she hadn’t locked him out, he very well could have. With a slow deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, he manages to stand upright right next to her window. It wouldn’t take but a quick motion to peek, but no. He’s already heard too much. Her breathy moans into her pillows are nearly too much, and he needs to give her some privacy, so he persuades his legs to take a few steps back toward the railing. Just as he climbs up to take flight, however, a shift in her desperate voice nearly makes him pass out.

“K-Kei-,” she squeaks, and his heart damn near drills right through his chest as his head snaps back to stare intently at her partly-opened window. If he didn’t have such good hearing, he would dismiss it, but there is no mistaking it - she’s thinking of him as she pleasures herself. His blood is like fire coursing through his veins, and on instinct, he leans to step back down but immediately snaps himself from the haze as quickly as it set in. He has to go. Now. Or else he will do something he regrets. Stifling a pained whimper in his throat, he shoves his blinders down and takes flight, the chilly night air stinging his cheeks as he attempts to put as much distance between them as he possibly can.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers as a mantra as he shoots through the air right for his apartment, his sore, scraped hands clenching into fists as he fights for control of himself. There is no way he will be able to function, not until he drains his balls until they’re damn near empty, the image of Akira touching herself, moaning for him, painted on the inside of his eyelids. One thing is certain now. Akira’s sweet, aroused, needy voice confirmed it - they are a match, and his instincts, his bird brain, has been screaming it at him all along. Her scent, so sweet and alluring only for him, has been signaling him all this time. They are a match.

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The Red Logs: Return to the Temple Ch. 18

Chapter 18: Garden

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Fem!OC X Crosshair

Word Count: 4625

Fic Summary:

There are benefits to owning a clone bar. Underworld lords don’t threaten you to pay for protection. Clones are great company. And the drinks taste great. However, there are also risks to owning a clone bar. Like, for example, becoming the fuck buddy of a special clone task force member so your life gets threatened when a Separatist puts out a bounty for your capture in order to use you as blackmail. Also your sleep schedule gets wrecked. But Anya Tougt is a little more capable than an average bar owner.

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Warnings apply to whole fic:

Canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attacks, alcohol, swearing, 18+ themes (eventual smut), trauma, religious trauma parallels, mild gore

Authors Note:

In my defense, all of my sex dreams feel insanely powerful and intense like I'm talking overwhelming sensations. So. That is my only point of reference.

24 BBY. Not again. Not again. This can’t be happening again. Kenobi, he’s the reason this happened. Just like last time.

Pleasure bloomed across my skin. Need pulsed with every touch. Crosshair. He was touching my body, gently running his deft hands along the curves of my breasts and down the dips of my hips. He hovered over me with that intense gaze he always wore. Never breaking eye contact, he slid a finger along the length of my aching cunt causing a burst of pleasure to slam my senses. Moans echoed around me. I had gone longer without sex, but the pain of being near him while unable to satisfy my carnal desires was tenfold of past dry spells.

All of me yearned for his body. He crawled up to me, leaving behind feather kisses as he did. Almost there, the heat of his cock teased my folds. A hair away and I quivered. I needed this and I was going to get it. Impatience took hold. My whines remained ignored as the clone continued at his agonizing pace. Finally, I felt the soft tip of his dick plush against my entrance. Overwhelming pleasure mixed with impossible desire skyrocketed my body causing a wave of force to blast out and slam Crosshair against the wall.

I jumped up, gasping, frantically searching for the limp body of the clone. Instead, I found myself under the extra blankets I usually kept stored in the living room closet. Additionally, there was a cotton towel tangled around my body. Reality set in, as the fuzzy memories of the previous night settled.

“A dream?” The words slipped out, like I was checking to make sure I was actually awake. Sex dreams weren’t unusual, but I’d never… Did I? Heat rose to my cheeks as I checked between my legs, finding a drenched mess only an orgasm would explain.

Quickly, I jumped out of bed and into the refresher to clean up. Wasn’t I a little old to have a wet dream? In the refresher mirror I caught my reflection. I’d be seeing my face again. No more helmet to cover my expression. After finishing up, I stepped back into my bedroom and took in a deep breath.

Food. And not a stale, lingering scent. Fresh cooked sausage and the unmistakable aroma of peppers wafted through the vents of the loft. Then I noticed the clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen. A bolt of alarm ran up my spine. Someone was in my apartment.

After throwing on a robe, I rushed out the bedroom to find Crosshair standing at the stove tops, shuffling veggies on the pan in front of him while another cooked meat-the sausage I had smelt. He glanced up at my presence, grinned, and asked me, “Sleep well, doll?”

I opened my mouth to answer him but before I could say anything, loud meows cut me off.

“Stinky! I see Jayas got you home safe.” I dropped to sit on my heels and pet the loud tooka, who rubbed into my hand aggressively. “Yes I know, momma was gone. I missed you too, oh what a good boy.” He purred into my hand, bonking my knees and rubbing his body against my legs as he walked off to a particularly sunny spot on the couch.

When I stood, I was met with that toothpick wearing grin once again.

“I fell asleep.”

“You did.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I did.”

“You did?”

Crosshair wiped his hands and walked around the bar that separated us. He leaned his back against it, folding his arms while he spoke, not bothering to take the toothpick in his mouth out. “I woke you up, to which you told me to get my flat ass into bed for cuddles, or else you’d feed me to womp rats.”

“I wasn’t awake.”

“Not exactly. But your determination was admirable. It took me a whole five seconds to escape your grasp in order to undress and get some blankets.” He grinned at the memory, twirling the toothpick between his lips from one side to the other.

That toothpick taunted me, daring me to imagine how Crosshair’s tongue moved behind his lips. A new flame of desire flickered within me. “Did you go back to the barracks?” Hesitation chopped my rhythm.

“No.” He gave no further elaboration.

The dream lingered in my mind. Was any of it real? A haze of exhaustion mingled with my sleeping mind? “So you just…slept?” I prodded, too embarrassed to admit what I was searching for.

“Right next to you.”

A weak laugh escaped me. “Right.” So then it was all a dream. But my comfort was short lived, as I realized what that meant. I rubbed my cheek, traveling up to my hair and ran a hand through the loose strands. “Sorry. About that.” A glance his way gave me a confused expression. “I mean, you came here for one reason and I was asleep.” My gaze fell to an imperfection in the tiled flooring pattern.

Crosshair pushed himself from the countertop and closed the distance between us. He lifted a slender hand to my cheek and guided my head so I was looking into his eyes. “I decide what I come here for.”

Blush bloomed from my cheeks at his words. “And what have you decided now?” I teased, attempting to hide the vulnerability in my cheeks.

His eyes narrowed with a smirk. “Now,” he dragged out the word, pausing my breath with it. “Is time for breakfast.”

He stepped back, leaving me to exhale quietly. My heart refused to calm as I watched him return to the stove top. Somehow, after everything that happened, I found myself right back here questioning what this sniper was thinking.

“Did you even eat last night?” His voice pulled back my thoughts.

“No, I think I sat down on the bed to braid my hair after showering, but,” I swept my loose hair over my shoulders in show. “Clearly that didn’t happen.”

“Breakfast.” Crosshair ordered, gesturing at one of the stools for me to sit.

I sat, leaning forward on the countertop to watch as he filled a plate full of stir fry veggies and two links of what looked to be bantha. “I don’t remember having sausage.” He slid the plate in front of me, and I dug in.

“You didn’t.” Crosshair piled the remaining food on his own plate then slid it onto the bar beside me. “What you had left rivaled the GAR’s pantry.” His voice faded as he turned away, putting away the dirty dishes into the sink. “I went and picked up a few things.”

“Mm.” I finished a bite before continuing. “How much do I need to pay you back?”

He rounded the bar, sliding into the seat next to me where his plate sat waiting. “Nothing.”

I glanced his way. “No really,” he kept his eyes down on his own meal. “You shouldn’t waste your stipend on me.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Anya.” He turned to face me. “I wanted to.”

We stared in silence for a minute before the words sunk in. “Oh!” I blinked. “You wanted to?” I had to ask, to be sure I heard him right.

Crosshair’s sharp features softened as he looked at me. “If you prefer, I could stick to buying drinks downstairs.”

“No, no. This is welcome.”

Breakfast was quiet after that. Between how hungry I felt and the mess of emotions in my heart, there wasn’t much room for conversation. After finishing my meal I stood and started on the dishes. Crosshair ate slower than me, him still working on the last bit of his veggies as I washed the pans he used to cook them in. Though my back was to him, I could feel his eyes on me as I worked. That gaze locked on me came with questions.

“Got a lot on your mind?” Crosshair, who put Stinky’s status as an ambush predator to shame, slid up behind me without me noticing. He wrapped his arms around my waist after he put his plate into the sink. Before I could stop myself, my body melted into his. The feeling of his chest against my back, how secure I felt in his arms–it was too good to not indulge in. A soft hum escaped me as I sighed at the comfort. “Now that confirms it.”

I stiffened, turning my head just enough to catch the edge of a smirk. “What confirms what?” My brows furrowed together.

“Anytime you’re stressed and I hug you, you let out a little sigh like that.”

“What if I just like you holding me?”

Crosshair’s chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Then you’d be wiggling. You move when you're happy.”

Blush climbed my neck. “I do?”

“Mhm.” Crosshair answered casually, as if him noticing something so small wasn’t a heart-capturing moment. “So what is it?”

I turned away from the sink, spinning to face Crosshair as he opened his arms to let me do so. He rested his hands against the edge of the counter, trapping me between it and him. His brown eyes locked on me as mine fell in an attempt to keep blush from rushing to my cheeks. My slippers were sandwiched between his feet. Our bodies barely brushed against each other in the kind of way that sent sparks to my stomach instead of between my legs–though that part of me was certainly aware of our positioning.

A grin cracked on my lips. “I can’t seem to remember what I was thinking about.”

A short laugh came from Crosshair. “Really? Not at all?”

I looked up and met his dark eyes with a wide smile. “No, not at all. Guess it didn’t matter.”

In response Crosshair shook his head at me then leaned down just enough to kiss me. “I highly doubt that.” Our noses touched as he rested his forehead against mine. Crosshair lifted a hand to my waist, closing the small gap between us fully by pulling me into him. “But I can’t blame you for getting distracted.” His lips grazed mine as he spoke. Before I could retort, the sniper kissed me again. This time he lingered, letting his lips savor the treat. When he finally pulled away his typical steely gaze was replaced with one that could melt an icy heart.

“What?” I leaned back to get a better look at him. He was tall enough that it was easier this way.

“Nothing.” The grin on his face said otherwise.

“No really.” I grabbed the front of his shirt. “What’s got you looking like that?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, turning his head away from mine in the process. “Seems it’s my turn to get distracted.” The sharper edges of his expression returned, and his smirk grew more playful than sincere.

I laughed, then patted his chest before sliding out from his arms. “Alright, be that way. I’m getting ready.”

He followed. “Ready for what?” Crosshair asked, mild interest peaking through his words.

“That depends, when do you need to report back?”

“Tonight, but I can sneak back late.”

At my wardrobe I scanned the various clothing options for the day. Something comfortable or something more flashy? My neck crawled as I felt Crosshair hovered over me, observing the options just as, if not more, intently than I.

“What is this?” He purred, reaching past me to pull down a hangar holding perhaps the most revealing garment I owned.

The bodice was little more than cups and straps, with sheer paneling making up the majority of the top. The skirt–if something so short could be called that–didn’t even close fully around the bodysuit. Green like the forests of Kashyyyk and with gold detailing that aimed to accentuate the most curvy aspects of a human body–it had been long forgotten stuffed behind the much more practical outfits I wore in my day to day life.

“Oh no.” I groaned, covering my face as Crosshair studied the bodysuit. “Please don’t ask.”

Through a gap in my fingers, I watched as Crosshair’s gaze flicked between myself and the garment. After a moment, Crosshair lifted the piece and held it up to me, a wicked grin growing in response to whatever he imagined. “You sure I can’t ask?” He prodded.

I gathered my wits breathing in deeply, then snatched the hangar from the clone. “Look,” the explanation burned in my mouth. “I had all these aspirations for what I’d wear after moving here.” To prevent any further spying into my wardrobe, I pulled out a casual tank and pair of pants, pushing the doors shut behind me. “Clearly, it didn’t stick.”

Crosshair leaned against the closed doors as I walked to the dresser to pull out appropriate undergarments. When I turned around, he was still leaning against the wardrobe. After a moment, I gestured towards Crosshair. “Are you going to let me change?” I asked with a raised brow.

The clone cocked his head at me. “What’s the point? Nothing I haven’t already seen.” I threw the clothes on the bed.

Blush flooded my cheeks. “Well yes, but-”

“But what?” He pushed off the wardrobe and stepped closer, grin growing with every second.

“Well this is different!” I held my ground, feeling the heat on my face spread to my ears and neck as Crosshair approached. “Nudity during sex is one thing, but just changing is…” Words I didn’t want to speak filled my mind. No-It wasn’t I didn’t want to say them. I was scared to say them.

“Anya.” He finally reached me, pinning me back against the dresser. “You’ll flip a clone onto his ass and step between punches to stop a fight, but you won’t change in front of me?” Only my wide eyed stare and silence answered him. “Even though we fuck like ash-rabbits when I’m off duty?”

A pout grew on my lips. “Just humor me?” When he still didn’t move, I continued. “Besides, you gotta get dressed too. Or I’ll just leave without you.” At that, Crosshair sighed and exited the room.

After the door shut behind him, I turned towards the clothes I threw onto my bed. I glanced towards the wardrobe. Maybe I should grab something nicer? We haven’t exactly done this before. Going out together away from the bar.

Going on dates.

No. I shook my head at the thought. This wasn’t a date. Dates require planning and actually asking the other person to go out with you. I hadn’t done either of those. But now wasn’t the time.

Quickly, I pulled off my bathrobe and pulled on my garments. The outfit was casual, but comfortable. I glanced in the mirror, nearly ready to go, before catching my mistake. The scars. My left shoulder looked like someone tore out a jagged patch of skin, leaving behind a rough path. Like an instinct, I threw back my hand to trace the scar under my hair. Between passing out last night and waking up to Crosshair in the apartment this morning, I had completely forgotten about them. Since he hadn’t mentioned them, I guessed Crosshair didn’t see the damaged skin last night. Maybe I would change after all. There was no reason to make him worry. I mean, I was going to tell him. Then he’d know. My lips cracked, suddenly dry.

Like a switch turned on, I moved. Crosshair could come in at any moment, so I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a long sleeved crop-top instead. I flung off the tanktop and pulled on the new shirt with no interruption from the clone. Next my focus turned to my hair. If I put it all up or braided it, he’d see the other scar. I gathered a small portion of hair from my crown and pulled it back into a flat clasp. Something to at least keep strands out of my face.

The bedroom door opened. “You ready?” Crosshair asked, leaning against the frame in his full armor.

I turned, walking past him into the living room space of my apartment. “I am.”

Coruscant was busy. As Coruscant always was. But in the depths of the city-planet, Uscuru was uniquely quiet. Of course the entertainment district would be relatively asleep when the rest of the planet was up and working. We passed a handful of other humans and aliens, commuters by the looks of them. Nothing like the crowds that flooded these streets once the sun fell. Crosshair walked beside me. Even the sounds of traffic started to fade as we traveled deeper into the city, away from the skylanes. A handful of clouds speckled the blue sky. Everything was making out to be a perfect day.

But I was feeling anything but perfect.

Each step forward coiled my chest and choked my throat. My stomach flipped as thoughts I’d rather not think invaded my mind.

“Not only are you putting the cohesion of this team at risk, but you will also hurt my brothers.”

Tech’s words echoed until they were the only thing I could hear. His disappointment. His frustration. His anger. All of those emotions, so well hidden under the blunt cadence of his speech. I’d promised him. And after everything he did for me, keeping a promise was the least I could do.

Yet.

“Hey.” I looked towards Crosshair. His face was obscured by his helmet. “You’ve been quiet.” He tilted his head towards me just barely.

“Something you want to talk about?” I answered.

He let out a breath of air, a sound turned metallic due to the modulator in his helmet. “Just unusual.”

“I don’t talk that much, do I?” Again, I met the visor of a helmet.

“Didn’t say that.” Our path led us to a low archway, forcing Crosshair to duck down behind me.

The image sent me back to the separatist ship–when we were chasing Vekek through the maintenance tunnels. A second passed before I returned, back to the safety of Coruscant. “Then what did you say?” I asked, returning my gaze forward after Crosshair rejoined my side through the arch.

The clone took his own second before answering. “Quiet.” He said. “You’re not usually quiet.” Though the words remained the same his delivery granted them new meaning. His comment wasn’t about how much I spoke.

“Just because you don’t see it that often, doesn’t mean I can’t be quiet.” Unknown to him, he’d actually seen a lot of quiet me. Crosshair just didn’t know that was me. That would change. A suffocating heat grew up my chest into my throat.

“So what’s wrong?”

I opted to ignore the question for now, and instead guided Crosshair around a corner. Our destination emerged from the metal of the planet. Green-not from neon signs or graffiti, but natural greenery that was so rare on Coruscant. Before us was a block of what looked to be an abandoned construction site, covered in vines, bushes, and grass. The only evidence this was purposeful was the turnstiles blocking an unpaid entry. A sense of relief lost against my anxiety. “We’re here.”

“What is this?” Crosshair pulled off his helmet, taking in the fresh oxygen without the filters of his helmet.

After paying the park fee for two, we stepped into the hidden garden together. “Someone thought some greenery might help make Uscuru less dangerous. Lower the crime rate. Guess they didn’t think about the importance of location.” I smirked, noting the lack of other visitors in the garden. “It reminds me of a garden I went to a lot growing up. When I’m stressed or just need a break I’ll come here. The distance is worth it.”

“Didn’t know Coruscant had any nature left on it.” Through the snark, a hint of awe shined through.

“Some.” A mix of feelings rose to my chest at the fond, and not so fond, memories in the Jedi Gardens. We passed pink trees with blue flowers in bloom, beds of yellow and white flowers that sat low in the soft grass, and bushes bearing fruit I didn’t recognize. “Here,” I ducked under a particularly overgrown archway made obstacle due to the thick vines and greenery attached to it. “This is my favorite spot.” The brush opened up into a small circle, a meadow on any other planet. In the center stood a fountain with three tiers.

Crosshair followed, stepping through the brush with ease. He paused, taking in the sight as I walked forward still. “How did you find this?”

“Luck.” I chuckled. “When I first moved here I spent a lot of time wandering.” He watched me, still standing by the entrance as I sat down on the plush grass. “If only this opened up to the sky, then we could watch the clouds.” I laid back, lifting my arms towards the ceiling.

After a second, Crosshair joined me. He settled beside me, sitting rather than lying like me. The top of my head pushed against his thigh. I glanced towards him, the angle made his lithe form look like he was towering over me. His reticle met my glance, and the lines that commonly decorated his face faded. “So how many clones have you brought here?” His gaze left mine, and those lines returned.

“One.” I watched his jaw twitch and eyes flick back towards me. With a soft smile I lifted my hands, finding the sharp features of his face between my palms. Those dark eyes of his studied my expression. Nerves bounced through my skin as I watched those eyes think.

“Why?”

My brows furrowed at the question.

“Why me?” He clarified.

Like a reflex, my jaw tightened. This place, it wasn’t exactly special. Just a failed attempt by some politician to earn brownie points for the reelection. But I so often found peace here. Peace that even my loft could not provide. After the mission, using my powers, nearly killing Crosshair with one of them-didn’t it make sense to come here? Did it make sense to tell him who I was here? Another spike of anxiety pierced my heart. As my chest pounded my head grew cloudy. As noise disappeared into fog, one voice became clear.

“Promise me that you will tell him before our next mission together.”

Another glance. Another study of his knitted expression. Confusion, anticipation, and fear swirled behind those dark eyes. Fear. Even on the battlefield I hadn’t seen such a clear expression of fear from the clone. Could he read me just as easily, see the terror that captured my words? Or was the force feeding me this information?

"Promise.”

“I made a promise.”

“What?”

Crosshair tilted his head. I sat up, sitting beside him. He shifted to face me. When he moved the grass crunched softly. My hands fiddled. Words would not come to me, even after spending several minutes messing with a loose thread on the hem of my sleeve. This was one of those times when I just needed to open my mouth and talk.

So I did. “I can’t keep it. I think I knew that, even when I made it, but I didn’t want to admit it. The timing is kriffed. When is it not? And it’s selfish, but how could I not be selfish about this?” Somehow, my eyes returned to his. “Crosshair, I haven’t been sleeping with anyone else. For a while.”

Those brown eyes widened, raising his gray brows in the process. His lips parted.

Panic surged as I realized what I had said. “I don’t expect the same from you! I mean,” Damage control kicked in. “We were clear about what this was. No strings. No expectations. That can still be the arrangement, if you want.” His expression relaxed, though that look of surprise still lingered. “That’s why it’s you.”

Anxiety returned as I waited for a response. My own feelings were too strong to even guess what Crosshair was feeling through the force. I was left with my gut for this one.

He cradled my cheek with one hand. “Anya.” My name sounded sad leaving his lips.

Oh no.

“I don’t want to keep our arrangement.”

He must have seen the twitch in my eyebrows, because he quickly continued.

“I want strings and expectations.”

A laugh that shared more in common with a cry escaped me. I leaned forward and threw my arms around the clone sitting across from him. He held me at my waist burying his nose into the crook of my neck. My fingers twisted through his short silver hair.

“So what was that promise you made?” He moved back to catch my eyes as he asked the question.

“That is a secret,” I rocked forward to kiss his lips gently. “For now.” My grin brushed his pout.

“Fine.” He kissed me back, lingering longer than I did. “So us being a couple doesn’t change what you let me in on?”

“Technically we’ve only been together for a few minutes. You’ll have to wait longer than that before I can trust you completely.” I winked.

In response, Crosshair rolled his eyes. “You sound like Tech. Remind me to never leave the two of you alone together.”

“Uh.” I shouldn’t be surprised to hear Crosshair talk about his squad, but now it caused me to trip. “Yeah? Does this mean you’ll bring them to the bar finally?” Before the summons from the Jedi Council I had regularly teased Crosshair about keeping me a secret from his brothers. But now I've met them. And he didn’t even know.

“No.” He scowled with a small pout that betrayed his playful mood.

I laughed, falling onto my back and lifting up my legs so they draped across the clone’s legs. “You’re adorable, Cross.” He grumbled in response. A moment passed, with me laying in the grass, hands covering my eyes and him leaning back, one hand resting on my legs. “What do we call each other?”

“What?”

“I mean, boyfriend and girlfriend would be accurate but it feels… childish.” My brows furrowed at the thought. “We aren’t married, so husband and wife are off the table. Committed works to explain the relationship, but not as a noun. Partner is too vague. Partner in what? Life? Business? Crime?” Lover also came to mind, but I wasn’t ready to say the word aloud yet.

After listening to my prattling, Crosshair took a moment to think. “Riduur.” He spoke softly.

I propped myself up on my forearms to get a look at him. “What’s that?”

“It means everything you said, but in one word.”

“Is it Mando’a?”

He nodded.

“Riduur.” I copied his pronunciation carefully. “I like it.”

Crosshair smiled at my reaction. “Knew you would.”

“How’s that?”

“Secret.” I scoffed, feigning offense. “Afterall, we’ve only been riduur for a few minutes.”

“Jackass.”

He laughed, a full body laugh.

We stayed like that for another twenty minutes, enjoying the peace of the park and our casual conversation. Our solitude eventually ended, as we heard other voices pass through the park. I stood, prompting Crosshair to follow, and we exited the oasis together. My promise to Tech stayed behind.

“So, you have the whole day right?” I asked as the clone donned his helmet.

We stepped through the turnstiles of the public park. “Yeah?”

“Let’s do something fun.” Unlike our walk to the garden, I held out my hand offering it to him. Though his helmet hid his reaction, my gut felt the grin plastered on his face. He took my hand and we walked.

“What’d you have in mind?” His thumb rubbed over mine as we walked.

Authors end chapter notes:

Look at my two little dumbasses being all cute together this is totally going to last forever and nothing bad ever happens ever. :)

Dividers by Djarrex   

Tag list: @midnight-sun-0

[lokitu]

Fast Food Rep, part 2

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

ii.

John: DAMN. It’s been a few weeks since I came clean to Steve. The amount of guilt has been overwhelming Steve doesn’t deserve this. He took it relatively well. I was expecting a blow out. A full on fight. I wasn’t expecting the calm demeanor. The acceptance and the willingness to go forward with the situation.

And for some reason when Steve spoke of his future belly covering his cock and growing a wide bum…I don’t know it drove my motor into overdrive. I’ve never been harder. Never have I been as excited to take him then and there. It was the hottest night of love making we ever experienced. I want more. No, I need more!

**The following morning was what caught me off guard. True to his words he wanted a huge breakfast and damn did he demolish it all. The bloat he had afterwards. The bloat was such a sight I just had to rub his tummy. Just seeing him devour everything, the bloat, and the belly rubs it was simply too much. Not too long after the final bite did I notice my raging hard on in my underwear.**

Steve: So come on down and join me for a mega size meal down at Beluga Marv’s burger town! Where every hamburger patty is mega sized and grilled to perfection!

Director: And cut that’s a wrap! We’ll pick it up tomorrow morning. Great job everyone. Yo big Steve-O you are doing great. Are you sure you have never acted before? You are a natural.

Steve: Aww shucks you really think so?

Director: Absolutely! I mean you are a bit on the hefty side, but trust me if you lose a couple here and there you can make a killing as an actor. Heck, pack on enough muscle and you’ll be a Hemsworth!

Steve: Thanks again. Yeah, I’m not sure about that. Plus this belly here has grown on me.

Director: Haha pun intended? Huh cute and with a sense of humor. Here is my card if you ever change your mind and decide to drop a few.

***

Steve: Huh, a Hemsworth? Haha what a fun idea, but no, I rather enjoy the heft and that dervish twinkle behind John’ eyes every time he squeezes my belly. I don’t think John realizes how much my fat is turning him on these days. Our loving making has intensified tenfold. Before John would have me focus on his beefed up physique, but nowadays John seems more focused on me. I do love the gentle belly rubs he gives me. How John fondles and squeezes my budding love handles as he whispers sweet words into my ear. The way he describes my fattening body…there is a hunger in his tone that drives me wild and to eat more for him. To grow for my Papi. The breathless desire that wells up as he nuzzles my neck and smothers me in kisses. Sometimes it is sensory overload. No, I think this belly is here to stay.

***

John: There’s my big boy! How was your first day on set? I see we need to get you a new tank top. Your cute little belly is peaking underneath again. Mind if I tickle it?

Steve: Hehe. John cut that out, you know how ticklish I have become. First day was fun. Get this, the director thinks I can make it big as an actor.

John: Oh you have gotten BIG already baby.

Steve: Stop that already I’m blushing as is. You’re not going to stop until you get your hands on my tummy and tickle it aren’t you?

John: Maybe.

Steve: Gosh you can be such a kid sometimes, which is why I love you so much. Fine give it a quick squeeze…hey you said just the tummy! You made no mention of ass grabbing.

John: Eh I got greedy sue me.

As much as I miss Steve’s lean hunky body this increase isn’t half bad. His bum is still nice and firm as are his chest and arms. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad if he continues getting fatter. If he is able to maintain some muscle under all the fat he has been piling on we may be able to hit 300 lbs without him getting to be such a whale. Muscle does weigh more than fat. He just needs to keep on eating and gaining. It is selfish on my part, but at the pace Steve is gaining it looks like I am off the hook for being his replacement.

Steve: Earth to John. Why are you staring at me like that?

John: Oh it’s nothing. Say how’s about we hit a buffet and fill up that tummy of yours. Then we’ll go home and I’ll rub down that sexy belly of yours and who knows if you are a good boy I’ll let you…

Steve: Deal! You had me at the buffet. Let’s get going.

Damn he is so cute when he hears the mere mention of filling his tummy to the max. Yeah maybe a fat hubby won’t be so bad after all…

John: Umm babe let’s get you some new jeans too. As much as I love seeing you in form fitting jeans you are just about to split out of those.

Steve: What? Nooo? I just got these. There is no way I’m about to split them…

PING!

What was that?

John: That baby was your button flying off your jeans and into the camera cracking the lens. I say we slip out as quietly as we can before the cameraman notices.

Steve: Agreed! Ummm can we not run though?

John: Heh you got it big boy.

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[ivant1ll]

It's okay, I got you. I won't let you go. (comfort fic)

. . . Content Desc ! (ノ・ω・)ノ

i am finally back once again after a month. . . ⤿ ;; Mayoi Ayase x Reader ୧ .˚ₓ this is a . . . sad fluff // (technically angst but.. good relationship) -> TW : overall bad mental state, mentions of su!cidal thoughts. i've had this idea for a fic like this for some time technically to help me out at one point. but, now ive finally decided to actually work on it so this hopefully helps you just as it helped me. ILY <3 you're so pretty/handsome and keep on slaying !!! ^^ word count : 2099 [[ another long one.. sorry ! ]]

, , i kinda felt like changing up my formatting a bit for stuff so. . . hope it looks nice ! `` for once im not going to really write a setting up the scene, i just wanna get into things, seeing as theres not much setup i can really think of . . . ENJOY (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Staring at the ceiling for hours has become a norm for you as of late. Eyes heavy and tired, bloodshot red from having given into your feelings and bursting into tears once again. Your head can only simply register one thing, a single thought, "Why am I so tired?" But you know why you're tired, you know why you're here. But that's the last thing you want to think about. Maybe if you were to isolate your thoughts so much, it wouldn't seep out onto others, you wouldn't infect them with your incredible burnout and awful mental state. Maybe, if... you just weren't here anymore, you wouldn't have to let anybody down?

It's felt as if almost everything around you is slowly crashing down, the fact that it's all happened so slowly only makes it even worse. Like a "fuck you" that never goes away. Almost as if your new constant stresses and worries don't take up all the time in your day. Eating and sleeping have never felt like such a task, even as little as you've partaken in such tasks over these 2 weeks. "If I'm always hurting someone else or making their day worse, then why shouldn't mine be worse?" Nothing but self destructive thoughts, clawing and chipping away at the usual outspoken vivacious person that is yourself. Counting the hours that pass or occasionally opening your phone just to stare at your lock screen being the only thing keeping you from floating away in that awful fucked up brain of yours.

You feel truly utterly useless, everything you have done or tried to do has lost all its worth. The frowns of other people begin to feel like knives penetrating through you, twisting and mixing your insides, almost making you feel sick. You feel so embarrassed that your only thoughts can be "Why am I here?" or "What's stopping me." Why can't you just be normal? Why can't you just feel happy? You don't like isolating yourself, but you can't bother to leave your room even though it has been days.

As you continue laying there, every blink you make feeling tenfold of what it truly is, you are jolted back to your senses as you hear a soft knock coming from your door. Unable to really ignore it, seeing as you can't really lie about not being home, your car is outside. You return the knock, trying to hide how tired you are, "What happened?" The door then opens a small bit, only being the slightest bit ajar, just barely enough for a head to stick out from it. And that is just what happened, suddenly you see at first small bits of messy plum-purple hair stick in through the small crevice made. Then, you begin to see it, the face of the oh so lovely yet oh so timid Mayoi. At that very moment, it then suddenly hit you... "You've probably had your boyfriend worried sick this whole time." Mayoi had always been the type to show the highest bit of concern for you, no matter what was going on. But, he would never want to invade your privacy, if he think you needed your own space, he'd give just that. Even so, he'd always be right there by your side no matter what, through thick and thin Mayoi was there even if you two haven't decided to move in with each other yet. He would often have his moments where his overwhelming stresses and anxieties get the better of him and he can't help but break into a panic, being able to comfort him and help him through that would send your heart to the moon.

Mayoi's whole head suddenly peeks through the door, you hear a slight rustle coming from what seems to be something in his hand which is obstructed by the doors view. His striking cyan eyes always catch you off guard. It's always as if they are staring into the deepest part of your body, just studying you. With a concerned frown on his face, he can't help but see how tired you look, and seeing your face slightly red from the previous crying you had done only makes him more worried. Finally, Mayoi musters up the courage to say something.

"Y/n.. I'm really worried about you. Y-you haven't come out of your room in a few days, I'm so sorry for being a bother but, d-do you need me to stay for a few days?" Mayoi sounds like he might even shed a tear himself, you are simply shooken to your core seeing his face, the true worry, sadness, confusion. You don't want to leave Mayoi like that, but no matter what it just feels like you can't get your shit together. Feeling such guilt and doing nothing more than blaming yourself for Mayoi's concern, you ask him to come into your room.

He becomes a bit flustered at the request, "Are you sure I should come in? I don't want to invade your space."

"How could such a considerate person deserve me.." you'd think to yourself and you fight the urge to frown even more noticeably. "It's just fine Mayoi, you're welcome into my room at any time, please don't feel worried to step in." You give him the most comforting smile your face can possibly contort into. The plum haired boy begins moving around the scattered clothes and small bits of garbage flooding the ground, trying his very best not to step on anything. Along with the more steps into your room he took, the rustling noise from before had been revealed to you to have been indeed a bag that was hanging from his wrist.

Every second he inches closer to your bed, you can feel your body tensing up, your heart rate only raising. "He shouldn't have to go through all this trouble for me, why do I cause him all this trouble? I should be a normal, loving, happy partner, yet here I am. Doing nothing but causing him trouble. Why do I keep on making mistakes, I'm only hurting him, why would he even stay with me if I'm that much of a bother, why am I even here anymore?!" You can't help but panic, why must you torment yourself like this any time someone dares to care about you, any time someone would even try to open their heart to a vile awful person like you.

Suddenly, as Mayoi reaches your bed, you have lost all track of your thoughts, how far you have sent yourself in terms of blind panic. Because, low and behold, you are already in tears, sitting there right in front of Mayoi. You are only made aware of this once you feel one of the crystal drops run down your cheek, almost tickling it. Mayoi jumps a bit, not expecting this sudden reaction.

"Y-Y/n?! D-did I do something wrong, are you alright?! Please don't cry.... I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!" A billion thoughts rush into Mayoi's head slightly sending him into a panic aswell. You can't help but blame yourself as always for this situation. But, you do the only thing that you think you can do right now, you just... hug him, you latch your arms around Mayoi and you don't let go. Almost having him in a death grip, you can do nothing more than try to let yourself feel the warm embrace and try to calm your boyfriend down. You let out sudden sporadic sobs, not being able to contain all these bottled up feelings, Mayoi suddenly shakes each time you let one of the sobs out.

After choking on your words more than enough, you are finally able to get a few words out. "Mayoi... I'm-" you take a deep breath trying to stop another sob from coming out, "I'm so sorry.." but you couldn't stop it, more tears came out. "I do nothing but hurt you, I do nothing but cause you pain, I keep on bringing you down with my problems. I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you, I don't want to be constantly worrying you, but somehow I can always fuck up and do just that. I keep on fucking up for everyone, no matter how hard I try. I'm just... so tired, I'm tired and I can't do this anymore. It's all so hard, I'm just a waste of space that's been nothing but a useless burden to everyone." You take one last shaky breath, more tears coming, "I'm sorry....". You can no longer comprehend any basic words to use to express how you feel, absolutely out of any energy to say anything more. You just dig your head into Mayoi's shoulder, and once again hug him.

It takes a while for anything else to happen, but that's fine with you, just being in Mayoi's arms gives you a sense of comfort, but an unimaginable sense of pain. His hand begins to reach for your hair, as he shakily strokes it, just like a parent would with their child trying to lull them to sleep.

"Y/n... you haven't done a single thing wrong. I'm so sorry these feelings have been bothering you so much. Please tell me... y/n" He hesitates, slowing down the gentle strokes in your h/c hair, "Are y-you okay y/n? I'm really sorry for asking but, I can't see you so sad like this. I'm in no place to assume how you feel, so please, if you have anything going on, you can tell me."

Knowing Mayoi would be willing to give that kind of space to open up about how you feel, you decide to finally let it out. Though the embarrassment won't go away, though all the bad thoughts feel so loud, you can't keep this from him anymore. It's not worth keeping it all in anymore, not when Mayoi is so concerned about you. You suddenly begin to let everything out, talking about your struggles, your constant concerns, and well.. the thoughts you've had. Being as brutally honest as you can is all you can do, but you make sure to remind Mayoi that none of this is his fault and in no ways are you upset at him. The last thing you would want is to have him panicking which would only make things worse. The fact that he is even here listening to you, and so intently as he is already enough of a shocker.

"That's... about all, I'm so sorry about the mess aswell, I'm just.. a mess right now." You sigh as you look downward with a look of shame and embarrassment that you'd let things get this low. It takes Mayoi a bit of time to find the right words to say, a process which normally would take him a fair amount of time. Once finding out what he wants to say and how to say it, he gently holds your hand, looking into your e/c eyes with the same look you always get as you stare into his eyes.

"Y/n, you've never been anything of a bother, I should have checked on you more. Never would I believe you deserve any of this..." He pauses. Getting lost in your gaze, which shakes him up a bit, he regains his grounds, "I-i want to help you in any ways that I can... I love you, and I will be here for you. Though I am nowhere close to anything above average, I want to love and care for you in whatever ways I can. Everything is going to be okay y/n, I got you. I won't let you go."

The last sentence he let out shook you to your core, and you could feel yourself tearing up again. You then fall right into him, but not suddenly enough to catch him off guard, and you just lay there. Never has an embrace felt so... comforting, so loving, so reassuring. But, Mayoi has proved a hug like that can exist and that yes... everything might end up really being okay. After some time, you sit back up. Mayoi looks to his left where he had placed the bag he had in hand down during the breakdown, and he passes you the bag.

"I'm s-sorry if you aren't hungry, but just in case you are, I got you your favorite." He slightly blushes as you open the bag to find a large assortment of foods and snacks you like; you can't help but smile and look at him.

"Thank you Mayoi... thank you, I love you"

[neon-junkie]

Ok so going off the fic with the batch taking your suppressors every once in a while, how would they be if you wind up going into heat? Would they do like a group session or assuming the heat takes a few days would they take turns? You've got this thought living in my head rent free

I do plan on writing a full fic where you go into heat, but for now, here are some thoughts. (gender-neutral reader)

I was meant to briefly write a few things for this, but uh, this is 2k words... sorry, not sorry hehe.

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So, it all comes down to what your heat is actually like. Is it a single day thing? Does it last for a few days? Are you somewhat stable? Or are you a complete and utter mess? Are you whiny and desperate? Or snappy and demanding? So many factors to consider!

Either way, the Batch is going to help. They'll do a mixture between a group session, and taking it in turns. They chalk up a rota, and spend a few hours with you every day, taking care of your needs, however you see fit.

The first shift is spent with Hunter, of course. He's going into this blind, just like everybody else, since Tech can only find so much about your heats. You've not had one in years, so you're also uncertain on how things will go.

Hunter is extremely caring. He's heavily concerned, not just for your physical needs, but for your mental wellbeing. Hunter needs to make sure that your heat doesn't scramble your brain too much, and the second you show signs of things becoming overwhelming, he's there.

At first, he attempts to be calm and caring. He'll fetch water when needed, and ensures that you're eating, whenever you can stomach food. Hunter won't come onto you until you ask, and even then, he's still soft and gentle. Fuck, he's worried he's going to hurt you - you're hyper sensitive right now, so every touch feels tenfold.

It isn't until Hunter removes your underwear that he realises just how bad you are. Fucking hell, you stink, and Hunter has to shut his eyes and let out a deep breath as he attempts to calm himself. Curse his heightened senses, they're really not helping right now.

He wants to relieve you with his fingers and mouth, he wants to hold back as much as possible, but no matter what he does, it's not enough. You need to be full, over-flowing, stuffed to the brim, and after hours of listening to you beg, he finally snaps. Hunter swiftly fees his cock, leaving the rest of his armour still on, and pulls your knees up over his shoulders. He folds you in half, mating press style, and lets out a heavy sigh as he slides into your slick heat.

Even now, Hunter's trying so hard to be careful and gentle, but you're clawing at his armoured back, whining and moaning his name, and he decides that fuck it, he's going to pound this heat out of you, or at least attempt to. Hunter manages to keep you busy for a few rounds, enough to stabilise your heat for a few hours, until he eventually has to tap out from exhaustion.

His shift is up, thank the Maker, and he crawls back to his room due to exhaustion, leaving poor Echo to take over where he's left off.

Echo, like Hunter, attempts to be calming and gentle with you. It doesn't take a genius to realise that Hunter's just spent the last few hours tending to your needs, mainly because the air stinks of sex, but for now, you're stable.

Echo has a nap with you, letting you curl up against his chest, huddled under the warmth of your blankets. Thankfully, you manage to get some rest, only to wake up hours later with that throbbing pain between your thighs again. Your whimpers wake Echo up, and he's greeted to the sight of you mewling in his arms, grinding yourself against his thigh as your heat worsens as every second passes.

Sadly, Echo isn't entirely sure what to do. He's not hooked up with anyone since before Skako Minor, and despite not losing his cock in the blast, he hasn't really touched himself since then. He considers himself to be inexperienced, somewhat of a virgin, and he can't keep eye contact as he explains that to you. However, he insists that he wants to help, he just needs you to take the lead.

Despite the overwhelming desire to mate, you manage to suppress your needs, enough to give Echo the reassurance that he requires. This time, you're the one being gentle as you straddle him, slowly undressing him whilst you make out. Echo is the one whimpering as you slide down onto him, holding yourself steady until he gives you the signal to move.

Fuck, you're aching, burning up between your thighs, but you continue fighting your natural urges. Echo notices this, and encourages you to pick up the pace, telling you that he's content and relaxed with how things are going. You trust him, and you know that if he needs you to stop, he'll tell you to. With that knowledge in mind, you pick up your pace.

To your surprise, Echo begins bucking up into you. Your heat is so damn tight, wet, slick, and ah- Echo only manages to last a single round. Knowing that you're aching right now, he swiftly cleans himself up, and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead as he tells you that he's going to get you more help.

Tech is surprisingly not on his holopad as he enters your room. He's somewhat formal, informing you that he's here to tend to your needs, and help however possible. You're biting back a laugh, but your cheeky smile is wiped off your face as Tech shows you the little device that he's been working on this whole time.

It's some sort of vibrator. You're able to attach it wherever you need it to go, and Tech helps fasten it in place, smirking to himself when the device turns on, and you instantly let out a groan. It's perfect, stimulating you enough to keep most of the heat down, but you're still aching to be filled up.

Tech has no problem filling in that role, and informs you that mating press is the perfect position to hit all the right spots. He swiftly strips down before manhandling you into position, and wastes no time sliding into you, letting out a groan as his cock begins filling you up. Of course, Tech's thrusts are calculated and accurate, paying attention to how you react to different angles, speeds, and so on. You tell him exactly what you want, and Tech delivers.

With Tech's accuracy, and the vibrating device working away, you reach peak multiple times, as does Tech. He fills you up, over and over, until you're overflowing with his (and the others) loads. Tech can't help but push his leaking release back into your hole, making a smug comment about how you seem to be so desperate to be filled up, yet you can't even hold onto what he gives you? Tut tut.

He's sweating by the time you two are finished, both out of breath, exhausted, and somewhat stable. Tech makes quick work of cleaning both of you up, and doesn't bother redressing as he crawls into your bed, pulling you tightly against his chest. Your heat is far from over, but for now, you can enjoy some more rest, before the next Batcher comes along to tend to your needs.

Wrecker is up next, and thankfully, he brings food! Haven just woken up, your heat hasn't returned to its agonizing state, so for now, you can enjoy some snacks whilst you and Wrecker mindlessly chat away.

After snacks and a cuddle, your heat begins building up once more, and Wrecker seems surprisingly eager to help you out. You've spent the last day being pounded over and over, leaving your hole open and leaking, giving Wrecker an advantage when he slips his thick cock into you. The others have filled you up perfectly, but Wrecker is something else, boarder lining painful. He remains still as you adjust to his size, and when you're ready, he goes slow.

However, Wrecker holding back and going slow only seems to make you worse, and you practically have to beg to get him to speed up. He knows he's big, and he doesn't want to hurt you, but seeing as you're almost in tears from the sensation between your thighs, Wrecker decides to pick up the pace.

When Wrecker delivers, he delivers, and goes above and beyond to help you out in any way possible. He's worth the stretch, and his massive frame is doing things to you, peering up through your hazy eyes to see nothing but Wrecker, towering over you, keeping you pinned beneath him as he fucks you senseless.

Wrecker's grunting and moaning as he cums, and he only needs to stop for a few, brief seconds before picking up speed again. How he can fuck like this is a mystery to you, but you're not going to ask questions, especially when you're this cock-dumb.

Finally, after hours of progress, and days of your overall heat, the burn is slowly starting to settle down, and it's only taken four men to help you out! Wreckers' load spill out of you when he finally pulls out - not like your bed isn't already soaked. He wraps you in a blanket and settles you on the floor as he pulls on some light clothing and strips your bedding, insisting on cleaning up before the final person takes over his shift.

When your bed is remade, you're left bundled up in it, and Wrecker ensures that he's smothered you in more than enough kisses before leaving your room.

Crosshair takes a while to arrive, and you almost drift back to sleep whilst waiting. He's brought you some water, and helps you up as he hands it over. He doesn't say anything, at first, but when he finally speaks, all he tells you is that your room stinks. Like, it reeks, and it's drifted out and smothered the entire ship. Crosshair is laughing as he tells you that Hunter has had to camp outside, as the smell is really getting to him, but Crosshair is here to finish things off.

Crosshair makes a comment about how you've saved the best for last, and places the kindest, most tender kiss you've ever felt on your temple, before he shrugs the blanket to you and gets to work. Whilst the others have been gentle in their own ways, Crosshair isn't - he knows what you need, and he's insistent that he's going to be the one who fucks this heat out of you.

Crosshair wants you on all fours, head down, ass up, wrists pinned behind your back. You're still stretched out from Wrecker's thick length, and Crosshair's chuckling as he slides in, making comments about how fucked out you are, about how you need five different men to satisfy you, about how needy and forgetful you must be if you forgot to take your supplements.

As Crosshair's pounding into you, you can feel everybody's previous loads being pushed from your hole, dripping onto the bed. Ugh, the covers are going to need changing again, but that chore disappears from your mind as Crosshair slips two of his fingers in alongside his cock, fingering you as he fucks you in an attempt to keep you full.

He can't help but make even more comments, both praising and mocking you for how well you're taking his fingers and cock. After the first set of orgasms, Crosshair flips both of your bodies over, and lays back on your bed. He has you lie on him, your back against his chest, and he holds your legs up against your shoulders as he begins fucking up into you.

Crosshair is grunting against your ear, leaving the occasional mark on your neck. He's not holding back - why would he? This is what you need, and Crosshair's here to supply it. One hand moves from your legs and wraps around your throat, whilst the other slips between your thighs to touch you feverishly. He's ordering you to cum for him, demanding it, and the final orgasm that you have almost causes you to black out.

During your hazy, fucked-out state, Crosshair carefully rolls you off him, and begins taking care of you. He cleans you up, helps you put some light clothing on, and curls up into bed beside you. Crosshair's large frame wraps snugly around you as he takes the position of big spoon, planting gentle kisses on your shoulder as he asks how you're feeling.

Finally, your heat is over, and now comes the following soreness from being fucked silly over the past few days. Oh well, it was fun, and maybe now you'll learn to take your supplements regularly?