#and the final step is just self shipping. but it was self shipping all along you just didn’t wanna be cringe so you called it smth else

[lunerabo]

I’m not scared of suddenly getting popular and people telling others “lmao eww yk she started off doing selfship stuff right” because remember kids nobody can shame you if you have zero sense of shame in the first place

[bloodykora]

I Meant It

I finally wrote an actual one shot for Buggy :)

Summary: You 'babysit' Buggy while he's only a head.

No use of y/n however reader is referred to gal and very feminine pet names (I normally write gender neutral but this was very self serving). I had to write this on my phone so if the format is different from my norm, that is why.

“I think his nose is cute.” A voice breaks out for the first time in the conversation, the other two slowly turning towards you in shock and judgement.

“I beg your pardon sweet thing?” Sanji is the first to break the moment of silence, you raise your shoulders at him. 

“I don’t know, he's like. Okay, you know those cats who have a limb missing and they go to scratch with that limb and everyone’s like ‘awww’. That’s kinda how I think I am with him right now, look at him. He’s just a head, a little kitty who can’t scratch behind his ear and needs some help.”

“You seem to forget about the village he destroyed, the one that offered us the rest of their food after we saved them because of what him and his crew did.”

“Zoro, you out of everyone has no right to judge considering you took that random dude’s brother’s head.” You stare at the Buggy in front of us with a cloth in his mouth, watching this whole conversation about him go down.

“I do not need to be around this.” Zoro states before leaving, huffing to himself right before he goes out of ear shot. 

“I never knew you out of everyone would be into the clown type but then again, all women are a mystery.” A laugh comes out and you shake your head at Sanji’s words before replying.

“I think I just like them to be outgoing.” You slowly and dramatically look Sanji up and down before connecting gazes with him. 

Before he has the chance to respond, a loud bang erupts from a part of the ship which catches both of your attention. Sanji sighs before looking at me.

“Things can never be calm around here can they?” A smile appears on your face as you nod.

“You go check that out, I think Zoro has had enough of me today, I’ll stay here with him.” You cock your head to the side, pointing at Buggy. Sanji nods and begins to walk away.

“Be safe sweets, holler if you need anything.” He looks back to say before continuing on. 

You look back at the clown, his eyes wide watching. Taking a few steps in his direction, nearing him before bending down to him.

“Don’t make me regret this.” You quietly say out before gently removing the gag in his mouth.

“Ahh toots, that feels so much better." He states while stretching his mouth and licking his lips.

“You have no idea how dry my mouth was getting, I was almost debating having a sip of sea water!” You roll my eyes before sitting beside the barrel he was on.

“I think that would not be beneficial cause then you’d have the opposite problem of having too much water.” You pause for a second before questioning. “Can you drown? I mean like now, as just a head? You have no lungs attached to you currently.”

“I’ve never tried, I would assume yes though.”

“Well, don’t do it then. I wouldn’t wanna have to be the one to save you, or maybe I’d send Sanji to do it for me.” 

“That blondie would let me die, I’d be a lot better, mentally and physically, if it was you.” He winks at you.

“Mmm, I think anyone of us would do it begrudgingly. For Nami.” He huffs beside you, it was a little funny as just a head. You could imagine his body’s chest moving along with it.

“What is with you and that cook anyway? It’s like you two wanna jump each other, I say just get a room and do it for the sake of me and the crew.” A snort comes out at his words.

“Buggy, I don’t think Sanji is actually attracted to me. Yes, he is good looking. However, he flirts with every woman he sees. In front of me too. Ya know, you two kinda remind me of each other in that regard.”

“Oh darling, I would treat you so much better than he ever could.” His words are filled with honey, sweet and dripping. You look at him, face in a ‘really?’ gaze.

“I don’t know, he is French. And you know there is a kiss named after them.” He scoffs at the retort.

“My head detaches, do I have to say more?” 

Your face drops in realization and your cheeks begin to heat up at his words.

“Slut.” The word flew out of your mouth before you could process it. He sits expressionless before breaking into laughter. Your hand raises to your forehead, half covering your face as you laugh. 

“I never admitted this but I think I like spending time with you more than Zoro.”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to compare his death threats to your sugary laugh.” He flirts again, 

You shake your head at his faux forwardness.

“If you do that again I’m going to flick your ear I swear to god.” He grins ear to ear like a cat luring in its prey, his face then slowly rests like he was actually thinking for once.

“Earlier, you called my nose cute.”

“Yes I did.”

“Did you actually mean it or were you poking fun like the others?” I glance at him, his tone serious and his eyes almost pleading.

“I meant it.” It’s silent, for the first time ever since you've met Buggy. It seems he takes a breath before speaking up.

"You know, you'd be a good second in command. I could pay you handsomely, far more than these schmucks are." 

"They aren't really paying me." His eyes bulge out a bit at the answer. 

"You won't realize it yet, considering how they have treated you however," You pause, choosing your words carefully. "They are the closest thing to family I have gotten in forever, meanwhile your crew feared you. That is all the swaying I need." 

"Its cause that Sanji is taller than me isn't it?" You scoff and crack up at his wit. Laughing to the point of your shoulders visibly shaking. 

"Oh yes, that is absolutely it." You respond teasing, laughter still in your voice. He shakes his head in disappointment. The pair of you continue to stare out as the sun goes down over the horizon, the warm orange creeping into an umber and then its usual royal blue. The stars peering down at the pair. 

"I think it might be time to head in." You say out loud, mostly to yourself while your hands rub over your arms to retain some heat. You could hear the buzzing begin of the mosquitos. 

"What doll, can't handle a little breeze?" You shake your head, you could begin to feel the tip of your fingers cool. 

"I've never been good with night time on the water." Buggy sighs beside me as I sit up.

"Let's head in then." He looks up at you, a small smile on his face. You pick him up, avoiding uncomfortable placement of your hands or a tight grip. His skin was warmer then expected, that was the stereotype though. The men being hot blood and bodied creatures.

"Where am I staying tonight? Barrel, in a window, random box?" 

"I think you're gonna stay with me." Buggy's eyebrows furrow in confusion. You begin to walk quickly to your small corner of the ship, descending down a small flight of stairs. The blue haired head clutched in your arms almost like the way you'd hold a newborn. 

The blue cot you were well acquainted with was already strung up, ready for you to rest in. You put Buggy up there in it before talking up to him. 

"I'm changing so don't try anything okay?" The jester was already too shocked and flustered to speak. Making a mental promise to himself not to break your trust. 

You take a bit of time before he sees your arms come over the side and lift yourself into the hammock. 

You settle yourself, pulling up the blanket that laid at the end over mostly you.

There's a few thuds down the stairs before Sanji appears before you both. 

"Ahh, just the gal I was looking for. How did babysitting go?" He asks, putting an arm over the side of the bed. Standing on a piece of board under you to boost himself up. 

"Still here cook boy." Buggy's voice bellows out, you smile at the cook while he gives you a confused glance. 

"I got worried that the mosquitos will affect his brain and stuff." You put on your best innocent smile and Sanji shakes his head. 

"You are the most mad pirate I think I've ever laid my eyes on." He gets a shrugged shoulders and rolled eyes back. 

"So, what was it that happened earlier?" You lean up to peer over the side at him. His face was always a comfort even when it felt the most safe. 

"Apparently Usopp knocked something over and then Luffy couldn't remember if it was Nami's or something else. You know him, if its not food related then he's not fully paying attention." You nod, agreeing with the blond. Sanji leans in close to you, looking over your shoulder at the head eavesdropping. 

"Are you going to be okay with him? Cause you know I can very much find a different spot for him." He says in a hushed tone to you, a small smile appears on your face. 

"I'll be okay Sanji, he's just a head. The most he could do is bite me and I think I'd wake up before he could cause real damage. However, if anything goes sour. You will be the first one I call to come help." You place your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it quickly before putting it back under the blanket. Sanji nods at you before he steps down. 

"Well sweet, you have a goodnight. Don't dream of me too much okay?" You wave to him and wish him a good night. 

"God he's annoying." Buggy says as you cuddle into your bed, eyes closed in a peaceful manner.

"Just look at it like this, you're in my bed. He's not." That shuts him up fast, you peek an eye open at him. He seems speechless and you let out a quiet giggle. 

"Please do tell me if you snore."

"I should be saying that to you, you can roll over or move. I'm just stuck here." 

You let out a mhmm, the luring sleepiness now very present in your body and brain. Buggy stares at you, blanket tucked up to your chin and face relaxed. 

He laid there and listened to you breathe for a bit. Making sure you were well into your slumber before muttering out. 

"Sleep well love."

[toji-girl]

tags: repost + drunk! fem reader + alcohol + age gap + Toji is soft and sweet but also possessive and jealous + you feel him up + he carries you + slightly suggestive + self-ship piece made for everyone to enjoy + lmk any missing tag please!

Three missed calls and one unheard voicemail.

Saturday 2:30 am, September 2nd; Hey…I called you two times, first one rang a few times then went straight to voicemail, and the second call the same thing happened, now this is the third and final time I have attempted to reach out before I come out looking. Where are you? Don’t make me ask again princess.

You stared down at your phone screen with a scoff at your boyfriend’s behavior. Dating an older man is not for the weak or the people who get annoyed easily. It was Friday night and you left his place after staying there all week.

So weren’t you entitled to go out and have some fun? You did ask if he wanted to go but said something along the lines of my back hurts not tonight doll but apparently not enough for him to come out and look for you.

It wasn’t as if you were going out with a bunch of your guy friends, sure there’d be a few but mostly it was just you and your girlfriends wanting a night out, and being twenty-eight it only made sense, right?

You stood in front of the mirror in your best friend’s bedroom flanked by your group of friends. Aya stood behind you and cupped your breasts when you took a picture. “Send that to gramps, he’d lose it.”

Cackles could be heard from your close knit of women who leaned in and made pouty faces taking another one to send to Toji who was currently at his house waiting for you to call him so he can come and pick you up.

It was after the fourth bar everyone decided to stop by Aya’s apartment since it was the closest one at the time and you were beyond tipsy sending him random messages throughout the evening. “He’s not that old.” You shot back.

“Old enough to be your dad! His son is close to our age! Have you thought about a little son vs. dad duo? I wonder who’s better at eating pussy?” She teased and changed into yet another outfit before going back out again.

Your face scrunched up as you threw a balled-up dress at her head. “You’re disgusting, and I can promise you that it’s Toji. That man had me crying last night just from - ”

You stopped mid sentence feeling your face flush, your inebriated brain played the memories of just that; the way he had your legs thrown over his shoulders as he made out with your pussy slowly fingerfucking you until you squirted.

Em who you also haven known since preschool snatched your phone from your hand to open the text thread between you and Toji. “Just from what? Maybe an older dude is the way to go, they can dick you down good.”

She sighed wistfully already like she didn’t have a boyfriend. “Do not look through our messages because you will be disappointed in me, I’m dirty.” You squealed trying to reach for your phone only to get smacked on the hand.

“Oh my god! You sent him a picture of your whole pussy?" She shrieked shoving your phone back in your chest with a loud cackle as the other girls joined in falling on Aya's bed with more laughter.

They all sat up and looked at you like you were their momma bird and they were waiting to be fed. "You are dirty, do you like it when daddy spanks you?" Aya asked in a deep tone trying her best to mock Toji.

You picked up a small plushie and threw it at her head feeling your cheeks flame to a level of uncomfortable warmth. "Stop! You guys are making me want to go back to his house and get fucked dumb and I did yes, he loves it and I love showing it off to him." You huffed.

With everyone ready you and everyone else linked arms and squeezed through the front door of the apartment and down the street not having a single clue that Toji was already two steps behind you, after the first time you didn't answer this was the only way to check on you and make sure nothing was going down.

He couldn't help but click his tongue a little as you swayed and clung to Aya who wasn't much better than you as everyone got shoved through the line and into the doors. It was a split-second decision he made to follow after, one he wouldn't regret one bit.

Toji was sure he would never fall in love again after his first marriage, the idea of his heart being shattered again wasn't something he wanted to go through with which is why he was here at almost three in the morning stalking you making sure you were okay and stayed safe; his pretty little girlfriend who keeps gushing about him.

It wasn't hard not to hear you giggle and talk about how much you love your boyfriend who does everything for you and how could you really not? Thankfully you were drunk enough that you didn't notice him standing in the corner dressed darkly with a hat covering most of his face.

"I think you should just move in with him but then we'd never see you again, what about our weekly date nights? You've been putting it off since you met gramps." Aya pouted as you and her danced close to the edge of the bar keeping your eyes on your friends and drinks.

You glared at Aya and let her tug you closer indulging in one of her favorite love languages. "Stop calling him that. He's barely in his forties and treats me so well, I do love him Aya, I really do." You admitted wishing you were in his arms peppering his face with kisses.

Aya handed you your drink with a shit-eating grin. "I just love teasing you is all, and I know older men are all that and a bag of chips but babe...you have to remember that he is way older than you with a kid younger than us, I think maybe your daddy issues are showing."

"How about you butt out of my relationship." You hissed feeling the fun bubbly feeling of being drunk turn into something else; a hot red rage that took a hold of you like a vice. You stumbled back away from her and broke away from your group of friends for a breath of air.

When you came back inside you still didn't see Toji who now moved after hearing your conversation with Aya and knew you were going to cry about it to him later which he'd happily lap up and soothe away any thoughts that would even begin to push him out of your life.

The booze in your veins pumped along with the blasting music as you nursed another drink while trying your best to pull out your phone to text Toji.

[You - 3:26 am]

srry im drink plz pick me up

Toji who was a mere few feet from you when he felt his phone vibrate which he quickly slid from his pocket to read your message clicking his tongue again as he looked over at you and his heart melted. You looked sad and defeated which is not a good thing paired with the alcohol you drank.

You hunched over the oak bar and sighed when you felt a pair of hands on your upper back, you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "What's the matter with my princess?" He asked.

Toji grasped your shoulders and pulled you back a little into his chest, the back of your head rested on his abs as he tilted your head up to look at him, unshed tears swam in your eyes. "How'd you get here so quickly?" You asked slurring your words together with a giggle.

He bent down to press a soft chaste kiss to your forehead before collecting you in his arms letting you hang off his left one almost as if you were a doll, his hand pulled your dress down before patting your ass with a heavy sigh looking for your friends to update them on you.

"I'm taking her back to my place, and I'm sure she will call you in the morning," Toji told your group of friends who only nodded in response watching you hang off of him, your head hung low. "Byeeeee!!" You squealed when he made his way to the exit.

Once he got you both outside he sat you down on your feet holding your upper arms. "Can you walk to the car? It's down the street." He asked immediately getting his answer when you stumbled back again, thankfully you were close enough he was able to wrap one large arm around your waist keeping you upright.

Toji used his strength and sobriety to his advantage to hoist you up again tossing you over his shoulder carefully, one hand rested on your ass to make sure it didn't bunch up. "Mhm! Toji!" You screamed reaching your hands down to squeeze and slap his ass hearing him grunt and huff your name.

"Making sure my princess gets home. Stop." His hand came down with a little force on your backside to catch your attention when you tried to interrupt him with a string of unintelligible noises.

You hung from his shoulder like a lifeless rag doll until he finally made it to his car and unlocked it with the key in his pocket. When he sat you down again your hands reached up to grab his pecs with a grin. "Love you and your big 'ole tits. Wanna bite 'em." You squealed.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes a little at you but still let you get your way as you used the extra height from your high heels to motorboat him with a loud laugh. "Me and my big tits love you too, now get in the car so I can get you into bed." He ordered with a grunt.

Ten minutes later you found yourself settled into Toji's bed watching him as he cleaned your face with a washrag before he took off your fake eyelashes the best he could. "What's the point of these? They look like fuckin' spiders." He said and tucked you in earning a giggle.

Toji never got his answer seeing that you were asleep, your hand curled into his shirt still. His mind wandered about your conversation with Aya earlier and knew that you two would need to have one of your own.

[licorice-tea]

Don’t Fall In Love With Me (Yet) Pt. 3

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: reader wears a bathing suit (bikini top, shirtless, etc not specified!!!), a tiny amount of cursing, jealousy, a little hurt/comfort, gn reader, strawhat reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: hey guys! sorry i’ve been sort of MIA for a few days, just got really busy and things. but, i finally had the time and energy to write today! law wants the reader so bad if you can’t tell… but he’s like waiting bc he’s unsure of how to the whole relationship, but like he’s learning!!! and they’re growing together!! so i hope you enjoy <3 (comment to be tagged in future parts!!!)

Part 2

It’s not uncommon for people to fall overboard on the Thousand Sunny. And by people, you mean Luffy, Chopper, and Brook. How was it that three out of the five devil fruit users currently on board were so clumsy? You weren’t quite sure, but it was something all the crew was accustomed to and therefore knew to watch out for.

On this occasion, it’s a Chopper who’s managed to be knocked into the sea below.

“Chopper, watch out!” Zoro calls to the young doctor, but it’s too late. He’s hit head on by a wooden plank under Franky’s arm. As the cyborg spins around in turning directions, he knocks the poor reindeer overboard.

“Shit! Quick, somebody go get him!” Nami commands.

You’re already stripping off your shirt and shoes (you’re wearing a bathing suit underneath, of course) as you run to the side of the ship. “On it!” The entire crew follows after you while Chopper is still falling, not even in the water yet. Your hands are on the railing ready to jump over, when you hear; “Room, Shambles” along with the sudden absence of Chopper’s scream. Sanji holds you back at the last second and helps you back down to the deck when you all realize; he’s back on the deck. The rest of your friends rush back to the center of the deck, where Chopper seems to be safe and sound. He clings on to his savior, Law’s leg, gasping and still catching his breath after his brush with death.

You and Sanji run to join the others, who are surrounding the youngest crewmates with hugs and crying. (You’re a very emotional group of people, after all.) Meanwhile, Law stands with his arms crossed off to the side. You run to him, instead, wrapping your arms around his neck in a brief hug.

“Thank you, Law.”

You could swear that you see a smile pass over his features before he coughs and shakes his head. “Don’t mention it.”

Laws hands remain on your hips after you’ve pulled back, and yours are still resting on his shoulders. You smile at him, and he wants nothing more than to just take your jaw in his hand and kiss you. The skin to skin contact from you being stripped down to your swimwear, and him shirtless as per usual, causes his cheeks and ears to flush a rosy hue.

Unfortunately, your rare, tender moment is disrupted by a low whistle, followed by teasing remarks and laughter. How could he have forgotten that your crew- your very obnoxious, childish, silly crew- is standing just feet away? Sure, you might not mind being so openly affectionate around them, but he does! So, with extreme awkwardness, he releases you and steps backwards.

*Ahem… I, uh…”

“They’re only, teasing, Law.” You laugh along with your friends.

He watches as you bound away from him and into the arms of your crewmates, playfully pushing them away as they sing some ridiculous song; “Law and y/n, sitting in a tree…” Even though you’re telling them off, he can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at how naturally you fit in with all of them. How easily they make you smile and laugh- had you ever looked so happy in front of him? The whole ordeal makes him feel self conscious. “I could never make you as happy as your crew does,” he thinks. “And you would never leave them for me.”

That’s enough for him to storm off, too annoyed to even wave “bye.” Of course, you take notice of this. Surrounded by people a thousand times more boisterous than him, your eyes still remain drawn to his figure. You excuse yourself from the others and follow Law, calling after him.

“Law! Wait up!”

There’s evident surprise in his expression when he turns back. He pauses for you to catch up with him in a narrow corridor below deck, while you slip your shirt back over your head. “What is it?”

You quirk a brow- his tone is colder than it usually is (with you, at least.) Had the jokes from your fellow Strawhats really bothered him so much? “Uh… nothing, I just want to go with you.”

He hums and continues walking. “I’m not doing anything very fun. Just going to study.”

With a shrug, you continue following him. “Then I’ll catch up on my reading, too.”

When Law stops suddenly and turns to face you once more, you nearly bump into his chest. “You don’t have to coddle me, y/n.”

“…What?”

“Go have fun with your friends, I’m fine.”

“What are you talking about? They were just kidding about us, Law, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“That-That’s not what I’m talking about! You don’t have to follow me around and pretend like you enjoy being around me when it’s so obvious how much you love being with your crew.”

“Is that why you’re upset? You’re jealous because I love my crew?”

“I’m not jealous, I just don’t like being pitied.”

“I don’t pity you, Law. We’re friends- isn’t that a good enough reason to want to be around you?”

“I don’t believe you.”

You scoff. Sometimes, you forget how sensitive his ego is. “Well, it’s true.”

“Don’t lie to-“

“I’m not lying! God, why is it so hard to believe that I enjoy being with you? That I like you?”

He goes silent, and you stare at each other- both with fierce determination in your eyes.

“I know that you don’t always get along with them… and you’re different from them, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, you know.”

“Well, you look really happy with them.”

“I’m happy with you, too.”

At that moment, Sanji rings the lunch bell, and Luffy and Usopp dash through the hall between you and Law. Usopp shouts, “Out of the way, lovebirds!” and you can’t help but giggle despite being in the midst of some sort of argument.

Law nods in their direction. “Go have fun.”

But, before he can walk away, you grab his hand. “Not without you.”

He would scowl if he weren’t so caught off guard by the feeling of your hand around his. With some grumbled reply, he complies, and trails after you all the way to the kitchen/dining room for lunch.

When you walk in and take your seat at the table, food is already being served. Law is right behind you (as he often is nowadays), so nobody pays the two of you much mind for being a little late. Sanji finishes serving everyone their plates, and the chatter begins to flow naturally once you’ve all taken the first bites of his delicious food. Law loosens up a little after a few minutes- it’s hard to stay angry when you eat Sanji’s food, after all. He makes a comment under his breath, hoping to clear the air between the two of you.

“This is nice.” You think he’s stating the obvious- Sanji’s food is always nice- as some cheap shot at an apology for his standoffish behavior. Then he adds, “Good food, too.” Law hopes that you’ll understand what he’s trying to say; “I don’t hate your friends, and I’m going to be better at getting along with them, for you.”

Luckily, your ability to read between the lines makes up for the lack of clarity in his apology. It still brings a bright smile to your face though, which grows into a grin after you reply. “It is, isn’t it?”

He simply smiles back at you and nods, a weight taken off his shoulders at the assurance you’re no longer at odds with him.

Robin takes notice of the quiet exchange, and decided to poke fun in her usual eerily-observant way; “You seem to be adept at making y/n smile, Law.”

Nami agrees, and adds on to the teasing; “Awww look! They have hearts in their eyes!”

Law’s cheeks flush as you launch into animated banter with Nami, but he still smiles to himself as he eats. Maybe it’s not so bad, learning to fit into your life alongside your crew family. The archeologist and navigator are right that you do seem especially happy around him, he had just been too preoccupied with how that happiness compares to the way you are with them. Still, it seems they had all taken notice of the increasingly obvious affection growing between the two of you. So, Law would learn to be more accommodating of your people- and to be less jealous (not that he ever was jealous, that’s just silly), rather than force you to favor one or the other.

After all, they were rooting for his relationship with you just as much as he was.

[uhnoobuhhs]

My thoughts on these last two episodes:

Though things seems to have gone back to what they were, I believe they are also completely different at the same time.

Because although being a vampire was Guillermo’s dream, I think in the years he’s spent with the vampires, the main reason he wanted to be turned was so he could be considered a valued part of the team

He wanted the vampires to see him like family, to care about him the way he does for them.

And that’s come true, all the vampires care and love and worry for Guillermo now.

They all demonstrated this in their own different ways this season:

from Laszlo actively trying to help Guillermo, showing up at his motel to apologize for not being as helpful (which was actually very sweet of him) to that final scene with Derek

to Nadja taking Guillermo to the vet and protecting him from being harmed

To Colin stopping by the motel to give Guillermo a farewell gift.

They all were worried about him. They all didn’t want him to get killed, that’s why they kept his secret despite knowing how hurt and upset Nandor would be. It’s such a three sixty from the beginning of the series. The found family vibes really made me want to cry in the best way.

(But since I am a huge nandermo shipper I saved my Nandor points for last because I’m gonna dive in DEEP)

I knew that we wouldn’t get a love confession this season, I believe that Guillermo will either be turned into a vampire in a last ditch effort to save his life (hopefully by Nandor)

Or he’ll eventually change his mind and ask Nandor again to be turned and I think if he were to ask again (after everything that’s happened) I think Nandor would do it if he believed Guillermo was sure.

Guillermo did mention to Nandor at the fake ceremony that he really still wanted to be a vampire. (So who knows I wanna keep hope alive)

But overall, I loved this season.

We got a rare peak behind the curtain at Nandor.

He not only deeply cares for Guillermo and can’t imagine losing him but he also knew all along that Guillermo was not ready to be a vampire.

(Remember that scene in s3 where Nandor tells Guillermo that vampirism is a curse? And that he cared too much about him to do that to him?)

The fact that Nandor memorized Guillermo’s letter to him when they first met just speaks volumes about how much he actually loves Guillermo.

Nandor has grown so much this season, it was so refreshing to see. I mean all those self help books really paid off. Cause, not only did he set his own hurt feelings aside and forgave Guillermo despite how important loyalty and honor are to him but

he also didn’t act impulsively when it came to Guillermo transitioning. He let Guillermo experience vampirism and observed his reactions and emotions before stepping in.

(I hope we continue to see more character growth like this and that hopefully in s6 we finally get some romantic plot for these two because fuck I’m in too deep to quit this show/ ship lol)

[mcdgarroth]

Ok, so it’s pretty well known that what divides most of the fandom is your view on Aaron’s character. I’m personally on the side that dislikes him (I mean no disrespect to people who do like him, however) but I never really see anyone delve in on why he is such a disliked character. (I apologize if you have) Maybe it’s because most are like me and sort of just ignore his existence lol.

But today, I felt like talking about this, because I love storytelling and hope to be an author one day and finding out the reason why a character that’s suppose to be the main love interest is so ill-received seems pretty important to know.

I think we should start off by looking at his character story-wise, and from the beginning. I think initially, he was never suppose to be as big of a character as he is now. Maybe he was suppose to be one of the guys that fall for Aphmau, but I don’t think he was meant to be endgame and especially not to this extent. I think it was only until Jason voiced him that they made him a self-insert that Aphmau falls for, who is Jess’ self-insert.

However, this was a change that they made late into the story so it seemed rushed and forced. I know many speculate that the reason why was because Jason was jealous over people shipping Jess’ self-insert with Garroth and Laurance, but since that’s only a rumor I won’t talk much about it.

Now, because of this sudden shift in the narrative where Aaron was this important character that Aphmau was just so in love with, it probably gave the audience a bit of whiplash since everyone was expecting either Garroth or Laurance.

I know for me personally, I was (and still am) a Garmau shipper. However, I was also perfectly fine with Laurance and Aphmau being endgame. Hell, I was fine with Laurance and Aphmau AND Garroth being endgame. So, when Aaron and Aphmau essentially adopted Lilith together, I got nervous, but thought maybe it was like Aphmau and Zoey. And this happened after Aaron confessed he used to have a son, so it made sense why he would step into a fatherly role. But then it was revealed at the end of season 2 that she was pregnant with his child, and I was disappointed.

Now, this leads us into the effect he has had on other characters, including himself. Many talk about how he ruined Garroth and Laurance’s characters, as they were then pushed aside in favor of him. I don’t think their characters were “ruined” but they definitely didn’t approve due to his presence.

The love triangle between Aphmau and the two of them was something very big in the story. Laurance displayed his feelings straight away towards her. Not only that, but expressed multiple times how he didn’t care who she ended up with, as long as she allowed him to stay by her side. And with Garroth, we only see hints on his true feelings up until it’s finally revealed in the season one final that he has loved her all along. I thought this was all done pretty well, especially since the whole love triangle thing has been used so much.

And what I especially like about this love triangle that stands out to me is the relationship between Garroth and Laurance. Usually in love triangles, if the two guys are friends, it’s because they were friends before they met the girl. However, in this instance, the two became close after they both met her and on top of that, they still managed to become friends even knowing that they loved the same girl. They even called each other brothers, and Laurance would even constantly urge Garroth to confess his feelings.

Me personally, I have never seen that done with a love triangle before. Maybe the guys were friendly with each other, but never devoted to each other like Laurance and Garroth were, on top of being devoted to the girl in the triangle.

Which makes it all the more disappointing when all of that seems to amount to nothing once Aaron was made center focus, especially since he did not have that connection to the other guys who were love interests like Garroth and Laurance did.

I don’t think their characters were ruined, because they are so much more than just love interests, but they were definitely negatively impacted by Aaron.

On second thought, however, maybe they were ruined to an extent since they were sort of made into even less than love interests, even though that is NOT how they started out. In season 3, Garroth seemed pushed aside, and Laurance was barely in it.

Now with Aphmau, her character, on the other hand, was ruined without a doubt. Especially in the eyes of many viewers.

I loved character Aphmau. She was one of my favorites from the very beginning, and when I take out Aaron, she is still one of my favorites. HOWEVER, (I’m saying that a lot) because of how rushed and out of no where Aaron appeared and became a love interest, it has made Aphmau’s actions and feelings become rushed and out of nowhere, and just flat out don’t make sense. This has caused many people to dislike her, especially when it was previously established that she had feelings for both Garroth and Laurance (ie the talk she had with Laurance after the wedding massacre)

Like Garroth and Laurance, Aphmau is also so much more than just a love interest. She started off as this woman who was so curious and excited about this new world despite knowing nothing of her past, to this mature leader who just wants to protect her people.

Throughout the series, we see how all she wants to do is help. A huge part of her character is just trying to be as helpful as she can. I remember crying when it was shown she missed Levin and Malachi growing up. I always loved when they showed the relationship between her and her kids.

I do think at times the hate can be too much (I’ve seen someone call her a s!ut, which you shouldn’t do. Don’t s!ut shame.) However, I don’t think it’s completely unwarranted, and I do get annoyed with her actions as well when it comes Aaron. Unfortunately, she’s one of those characters that fall victim to bad writing. When her and Aaron became center focus across all roleplays, not to sound dramatic, but it ruined both their characters, and, not to sound even more dramatic, the story overall.

This brings us to Aaron himself. Another character who has fallen victim to bad writing, but to an even larger extent. We never got much of a chance to get to know him individually outside of his tragic backstory before he became all about Aphmau. With Garroth and Laurance, they have connections outside of Aphmau. They love each other, and they love Dante. The three of them call themselves brothers. Garroth loves his mother and brothers, and Laurance loves his dad and sister. They both love Aphmau’s kids, Malachi even looks up to Laurance. Everyone in the village knows them and cares about them. But the same can’t be said about Aaron. Only Aphmau knows him, and cried over his death. He had that one cute moment where he saved Nekoette and she gave him an apple, but that was it. Katelyn even said herself that he just… doesn’t speak to any of them. Like he was just there. Except for moments with Aphmau. Once he became Jason’s self-insert, he was just a love interest who only did things for Aphmau, including literally dying.

We never really see them fall in love, we are just told that they are. In season 3, Aphmau says they were more than lovers and Shad, impersonating Aaron, says they’ve been through so much together in which Aphmau agrees… been through what?! Everything they’ve been through together, they gone through with everyone else. It was nothing that was really all that personal.

In Mystreet, things are a bit different in which they are developed more… just not well. Like Aphmau being a freshman and Aaron being a super senior… yikes. I know many think it was ok because they didn’t date until they were adults. But me being a 19 year old, I know there should be no reason why Aaron had a crush on Aphmau.

I want to point to a scene in particular in pdh in which they are babysitting together. Aphmau says Aaron should give her a baby using the stork, in which Aaron blushes at the idea of making a baby with her. This scene implies Aphmau doesn’t know how babies are made? Aaron was a legal adult who was in love with a 14 year old who didn’t even know how babies are made. Gross. And kids, including myself, watched this.

Sorry, off topic, I mean to only talk about Minecraft Diaries since I am a Minecraft Diaries account but felt I couldn’t talk about his character without bringing that up.

I feel like I could have liked Aaron if he was more than what he is. He’s such a huge character to all the roleplays, but at the same time, he isn’t all that. I wish the roleplays had gone into a different direction, but they didn’t and we are just gonna have to work with what we have.

I feel like there’s so much more I want to say but I can’t think what that could be, so I’m gonna end this here for now.

Thank you so much to whoever read this dumb essay about an almost decade old Minecraft roleplay series, lol.

And if I offended anyone, I apologize sincerely. That is never my intention. If you disagree with anything I said, I would be more than happy to hear your side of things.

[still-not-over-transformers]

hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶

Just the Way You Are

ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1300

You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home. 

As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance. 

As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can. 

Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.” 

You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings. 

Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?” 

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at 

Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here. 

Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”

 Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern. 

“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him. 

Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”

Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you, 

As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.” 

END

[sohya]

all or nothing

draken x f!reader | cw. fisting. fisting while a dick is inside. reader gets cummed in. reader has a vagina. :D crossposted from my self ship blog again what's new.

"that's right. just relax for me, baby." ken growls, his voice low as he watches your cunt swallow down four of his thick fingers. it's more than you've ever taken. three fingers overlapping each other was the most but now he has his index to pinky inserted into your cunt, his digits pressed together side by side.

"nghh, k-ken..." he swallows down thickly as your whine fills the air, your tiny pussy trembles around his fingers and they tighten in an attempt to either push his fingers out or suck them in further, to urge that final thumb into its cavern.

his free hand squirts more lube around his fingers, pumping his fingers in and out slowly to spread the lube around and loosen the muscles, just enough for his thumb to test the waters and push into your hole. he hears a sharp gasp, notices the way your back arches before he eases his hand down your spine and you relax again.

"almost there, fuck, you're doing so well." he breathes out, the weakness of his voice is foreign to his ears. every draw back of his fist loosens your muscles, accommodating an extra centimetre of his fist into your cunt when he pushes in. it's a long process but he's enjoying every single step of it.

"my clit, kenny. please," you plead, eyes clenching shut as you hold your hips still despite the urge to wiggle them in an attempt to push his fist further inside. "want you to touch it." "you gonna cum early?"

"maybe..."

"then no."

"hnnghhh."

he smiles at the whine you produce and gives in, rewarding you with a thumb squishing your clit under its weight. he gathers the excess lube nestled in your slit and rubs it around your nub, tenderising it before rubbing slow circles into it, discovering this extra stimulation loosens you up even more and causes your muscles to relax with the occasional sudden clenches.

he's gotten the knuckles past your entrance, something he never thought possible given how big his hand is. really, he should have done this a lot sooner if he had known it would be this easy.

"i wonder if i can put my whole fist in." he thinks out loud and you respond with a drawn out whine and your hips bouncing back into his fist.

"oh, are you thinking the same thing, too?"

i drawl out a muffled, "yesss, kennnn!"

he chuckles, "then i gotta give my baby what she wants, huh?"

it's an even longer process, thrusting his fist in and out of you, adding more and more of his hand in until all that sticks out is his wrist, which is less girthy than his wrist but by no means easy to take in. meanwhile, you can feel his fingers prodding inside you, rubbing along the muscles of your walls and toying with your cervix. really taking advantage of his welcome and finding home inside your pussy for his fist.

the stinging pain from the stretch of his giant hand is still there but the vulgarity of his entire fist feeling you up from the inside has the perverse side of you going wild.

suddenly an idea pops up in his head and his cock jumps in mid-air just thinking about it. "baby, i'm gonna try something, alright? bear with me for a bit." he tells you, already beginning to work his hand out.

he slowly twists his wrist back and forth to ease it out, taking in your soft gasps and moans as a sign that he isn't hurting you until just his fingers remain. he eases you out of the feeling by pumping three of his fingers a few more times before withdrawing it altogether.

when he examines it, his hand glistens with a mixture of lube and your juices and he has half a mind to lick it off his skin. but he wipes it on the towel underneath your knees to focus on the pussy waiting patiently for his next move.

with his hand now dry, he palms your ass, kneading the fat before pulling it to the side and watching as your pussy parts and a hole emerges, unable to snap shut again because his entire fist had just been in there.

"hurry, ken." your voice breaks him out of his trance, hips bouncing back as if to get his attention and he silently apologises with a swift slap to the other cheek. he moves his hand to his cock, grabbing the hard base with his fingers and holding the head to the entrance of your winking hole.

he sinks the tip in pass the still tight ring and the both of you suck in a sharp breath in anticipation before he begins pushing in forcefully, wanting to take his time, to feel each wrinkle of muscle from your walls, to hear the way your moans quiet down as you take more of his thick length, to arrive at the eventual end of his hips pressed up against your ass and his entire cock hilted into your pussy.

when it comes, the energy shifts in the room. it's too hot for him, you're completely overriding his senses. warm cunt taking his entire cock, the head of him teasing the entrance to your cervix. it's overbearing to say the least and not to mention... "shit, baby. how the fuck are you still so tight?"

if you were to look back over your shoulder, as if you were granted the energy and sanity to do anything other than suffocate yourself in your pillow, you'd witness the sight of him just about falling apart on top of you. his eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth open the slightest bit, eyes on the verge of rolling to the back of his head as he begins to move his hips. thrusting faster and faster until the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, drowning out the moans both of you are making.

ken revels in the feeling of fucking you, plain and simple. completely in love with the fact that he's able to spur this reaction out of you with just his cock alone. his hands tighten where they're holding your waist until bruises are sure to form, releasing his aggression into your body to fuck you harder, faster, deeper.

then he remembers he had a job to do, to stretch that little cunt open even more. with one hand still holding your waist, his other travels down, two fingers teasing the edge of your slit where his cock is still rapidly thrusting in and out of you and without warning, he pushes those two fingers in.

a surprised scream bursts from your throat as you shoot up onto your hands to look back at him over your shoulder. "k-ken, what..." he watches as your eyes roll upwards when he fits in a third finger, taking up space and making everything so much tighter.

"you know what i'm doing, yeah, baby?" he asks with a gravelly chuckle. "you know that i'm gonna put this fist inside and jerk myself off in you, yeah?" your reaction is priceless, a weak nod and your eyes fluttering close as you bite down hard on your lower lip.

"d-do it, please. fill me up." you all but plead, the mental image of you being stretched out this much has tingles running up your spine.

ken just has to oblige now, when you've asked him so nicely. he slips his pinky in and pumps his cock in once more before sinking his thumb in too, just underneath his cock. there's space in between his hand and cock that causes air to pass through, filling the air with a sound that would have been embarrassing in your ears if you weren't already delirious from the feeling of being fuller than you've ever felt in your entire life.

"you're even tighter like this, fuck, i don't know how i'll be able to go back to just fucking you with my cock," he grunts tightening his hands around what he can reach of his length, adding extra tightness around him and making the stretch more intense for me. "fuck yourself back on me, baby. yeahhh, good girl. that's it."

somehow this position is infinitely better, throwing it back and hilting yourself on his hand and cock while also giving him the show of your ass cheeks jiggling against his hips. your arms give out under you when the height of this pleasure overwhelms you, angling his cock to tease your cervix even harder.

a violent shudder rips through you when a surprise orgasm explodes in your body, forcing you to still your body. but ken's too fast, too close to stop. he slams his cock into you, fingers too until his knuckles hit my perineum. "we're. not. stopping. until. i. finish. too." he grunts, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust that forces your body up the bed.

his palm cramps in the next second and it hurts enough for him to pull his fingers out, just as his balls begin to tighten with his inevitable release. "fuck, i'll fit it in properly next time." he moans like it's a promise, wet hand clumsily gripping your hips to ground himself as he pounds into you. your moans fill the air once again, until he pumps one, two, three thrusts into you. the final one getting in as deep as he can before his cock throbs and explodes his seed inside. his balls tighten and release with each spurt of semen, panting heavily as he doubles over you.

your heavy breath mingles with each other as he rolls his hips into you, fucking himself through his orgasm while you babble mindless words. the hazy glaze in your eyes disappears once his cock softens inside you and you find yourselves reconnecting when your eyes lock together.

ken dips his head further down and seals your lips in a warm kiss, swallowing down your breath until you're left panting through your nose. he pulls away and carefully eases his cock out, grabbing the towel to wipe away his load as it drips out of you.

once he's sure no more will drip out, he presses a kiss to the globe of your ass as an apology for playing with your sensitivity, before he returns to your side and holds you in his arms. you lie in silence for a few seconds, wordlessly trying to comprehend a new potential kink for the bedroom.

"when you said you'll fit it properly next time," you pipe up, breaking the silence, "did you mean it?" you ask as you look up at him.

ideas are already brewing inside his head as he looks back down at me. "'course i did."

[gumnut-logic]

Scott was ever so tired, but when John requested he not return Thunderbird One to her hangar, but instead nest her up with Two, he had to do as his brother asked.

John’s reasoning didn’t involve words, just a photo that had Scott hitting the brakes over Tonga and gliding in as quietly as he could.

The fact Virgil was behind him only had him waiting longer as the cargo ship needed to touch down before One could park securely. After all, the whole reason they hid the Thunderbirds like they did on their deserted Island was to protect them from accidentally being seen. There were holographic shields and security networks galore protecting the Island, but ultimately, if a fishing boat either wandered in or needed safety, it was a good idea to keep the Thunderbirds much less than obvious.

In summary, they didn’t tend to leave the sports car on the lawn for the neighbourhood to gawk at.

So instead, Scott set One to hover a respectful distance away while he waited for Two to catch up.

And try not to fall asleep in his pilot’s chair.

Fortunately, Virgil wasn’t as far behind as he could have been and the green behemoth soon appeared on One’s sensors. Scott stared as his younger brother glided in under minimal power and set down with a short spurt of VTOL in a rather impressive manoeuvre. It was the closest to landing silently that Two could probably get.

Scott let One follow almost immediately. She wasn’t as quiet as Two, the fact she had had to hover removing any chance at a glide out of the equation.

In any case, he slipped One in behind her sister and stashed her in the massive hangar so Two could still deploy if necessary and One could as well, albeit a touch slower than usual.

But considering her pilot was a zombie, it wouldn’t matter for another eight hours at least.

Climbing out, he met an equally tired Virgil and they plodded to the elevator together, drowning their exhaustion in the showers, and throwing on pyjamas that Grandma had obviously left out for them.

Scott’s t-shirt had the slogan on the front ‘Born to fly’, which he found appropriate, but the shirt having come from Gordon, the back followed up with ‘Farts in the sky’.

But he was too tired to care right now. Shoving it on and pulling the pants up over aching hips - he really shouldn’t have jumped from that cliff – he stretched to finally get any of the remaining kinks out of his system.

Only to find Virgil wearing a slightly too small t-shirt also obviously of the Gordon purchase pile that pectorally declared, ‘Warning: Do not decaffeinate, may decapitate’.

Well, perhaps, Gordon did have a point there.

Scott sighed. “Want to check on them?”

Virgil’s answer was only an eyebrow, but it clearly declared Scott an idiot for asking such a stupid question.

That ended all energy for future verbalisation and, finishing up, Virgil fell into step beside Scott as he headed off towards the lounge.

Because Allie was in the lounge.

And Allie was injured.

That fact, that entire concept, cut into Scott’s gut like a blunted knife.

John’s frantic yell the week before had aged the commander several years in a matter of seconds. Allie had been up helping a space freighter that had lost power and was in the process of losing orbit along with it. It should have been simple, but some high-speed space trash had collided with the vessel while Alan was out repairing broken electronics.

His suit had been compromised by what was basically a small meteor of human origin and for a bit there it had been damned scary.

But Brains made above average spacesuits and a certain self-healing polymer invented by a smart brother automatically resealed the suit.

Not before the damage to Alan’s leg had been done, however. A gash the length of his calf with both hot and cold burns leaving his leg a mess and their little brother grounded for weeks.

Scott was just happy to have him safe, and those weeks gave Scott the time to process the fact that, ultimately, he would have to let Alan out into space again.

But for now, he was safe at home.

Virgil was on his right when they entered the comms room. There was only one lamp providing illumination beside the moon shining through the rafters, but there was enough light to see Alan and Gordon curled up in what appeared to be the remains of a blanket fort.

Scott stepped quietly, Virgil on his heels.

Both little brothers were asleep, Gordon curled protectively around Allie, snuggled in a pile of pillows and bedclothes. Alan’s bandaged leg stuck out at an angle, but rested on a cushion, his foot sporting a pink fluffy slipper.

But it wasn’t the rather heart-warming sight of his two sleeping brothers that raised his eyebrows.

It was the swarm, a literal school of plushies that surrounded them that had Scott’s eyes bugging out...at least a little.

His brothers were curled up on the floor, but sitting on the couches where International Rescues were decided on and deployed was a literal cornucopia of sea life cuddly toys.

There was a giant prawn as big as Alan perched as if waiting for the holoprojector to activate. Eight octopuses of varying size, lined up in a row, sat beside it, three squid keeping them company.

A whale took up the entirety of one couch all by itself, a plethora of rays and fluffy sharks were piled up in mounds.

A furry red crab was sitting on the steps alongside something else that was white and vaguely bug like. The rest of the floor was covered by starfish, multiple clownfish and a whole variety of other plushie marine organisms including a six-metre-long oarfish that Scott only knew the name of because Gordon had pounded it into his head the day he bought it.

Literally, Gordon had whacked him across the head with it.

Virgil tiptoed into the mess silently on bare feet and there was a flicker of yellow light as he scanned his little brother.

The engineer retreated back to Scott’s side just as quietly, so there was obviously nothing to be concerned about.

John flickered in above the table, obviously on dim projection. He didn’t say anything, just smiling a little down at his brothers before looking up at Scott and Virgil.

Scott absently saluted him and that smile widened just a little before he blinked out again.

There was definitely a good reason why Thunderbird One needed to be parked out back.

Virgil tugged on his arm.

A glance at his brother and Virgil nodded him in the direction of the elevator.

Scott looked back at his two sleeping little brothers once more, a breath releasing through his teeth. Gordon obviously had a sea creature plushie addiction that might require a few questions at a later time, but there was something about the scene that swelled Scott’s heart and part of him wanted to curl up in the pile with them.

Virgil tugged on his arm again and Scott relented, following the engineer from the room.

Nothing much was said between them in the elevator, both caught up in their thoughts. Now they were out of sight of their little brothers, exhaustion once again crept in.

Virgil squeezed Scott’s shoulder as they exited onto the residential level and both of them disappeared into their rooms.

Five minutes later there was a knock at Scott’s door.

Bleary eyed and heart sinking he opened it, only to find Virgil standing there with his arms full of a giant black teddy bear. His brother shoved it at Scott, forcing him to either grab a hold or drop it.

Nothing was said, but Virgil did squeeze his hand before disappearing as abruptly as he had appeared.

Scott was left holding a giant black teddy bear.

It took him a moment, but he shut the door and retreated back into his bedroom.

The bear stared at him.

This was foolish.

But exhaustion continued to gnaw at him and it was with a certain lack of care that found Scott grabbing the bear and curling up in bed around it as the lights finally shut off.

Its fur was ever so soft.

And warm.

As he relaxed into sleep.

-o-o-o-

[i-write-abt-a-buncha-stuff]

Ace, Zoro, Sanji, and Law with an S/O who loves singing<3

Self indulgence continues>>>

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Fluff, possibly OOC, not proofread, GN, no pronouns used

Please enjoy this mess i cranked out simply because i wanted to😭

Please send any One Piece requests my way!<3

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🔥Ace🔥:

ADORES your voice

“You know, the stunning siren usually isn’t on the boat.”

Encourages you to sing around others

Loves hearing you hum as you do little tasks around the ship

Contrary to previous examples, your voice keeps him from falling asleep

In a good way

This was noticed by the entire crew, so now they ask you to sing whenever they see him doze off, it’s free entertainment to them

Tries to sing along with you, but he sounds terrible

But you would never tell him that

Since he has his crew mates to do that for you.

“Leave the singing to Y/N, Ace.”

⚔️Zoro⚔️:

Claims you make it hard to nap

This is reverse psychology, hearing you sing gentle tunes lulls him to sleep faster than a stomach full of food and beer

Would never admit it, but he’s addicted to your voice

He will always complain, but if you were to ever actually stop singing around him, he’d subtly ask you to continue.

“What’s wrong? You’re usually chirping a tune by now, songbird.”

“Please, I don’t want to listen to you, it’s just weird now that you’re quiet.”

Despite himself, he often taps his foot or nods his head along to your songs

But you will never catch him singing along

He’s too sneaky about it.

🧑🏼‍🍳Sanji🧑🏼‍🍳:

When he learns you can sing, it’s all over

All but outright begs you to serenade him

“Y/N~? What was that lovely song you were singing earlier?”

Makes a delicious honey tea for your throat, should you ever need it

He gets excessively jealous if anyone else hears you

He’s convinced you only sing for him, so he operates on this assumption

“Your voice is a blessing from the Gods, nobody is worthy of it.”

He will literally melt if you ever sing in a sultry tone, he literally becomes a dog on your leash

🧑🏻‍⚕️Law🧑🏻‍⚕️:

Genuinely gets annoyed by it, but he doesn’t show it

He knows you love singing, so he hides his frustration

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he does

But the man always has so much on his plate, your singing can sometimes be the final step over the stress line for him

It also tends to make him feel bad

he honestly loves your voice, and he wants to give you the proper attention when you do sing around him

He denies it anytime you mention it, but there was one night he went to your room, climbed into your bed, and asked you to sing him to sleep

He just needs your patience, he’ll get there

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Hoo-wee, lookee there. Probably OOC for the boys, but I tried😭 if you have any One Piece requests, feel free to send them in! lots of love to y’all!💕

[august-anon]

Stolen Secrets

For Tickletober day 21, New Discovery! (yes, it is almost a week late -- if youre looking for someone to blame, check this post lol)

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Ship(s): Wyll X Tav

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Wyll/Ler!Tav

Word Count: 880 words

Summary: Tav was excited enough to have finally gotten a kiss. To discover that the Blade of Frontiers was ticklish on top of that? They were never going to let this go.

[ao3 link]

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The kiss was gentle and chaste, but even still it made Tav’s heart race in their chest. Wyll smiled slightly against their mouth and they released a shaky exhale through their nose, pressing even closer. It was only a short second more before Wyll began to pull back.

Instinctively, Tav’s hand came up to his waist, fingers brushing gently against the skin exposed by his casual wear. Wyll inhaled sharply, pulling away completely as he flinched back. Tav froze, their hand now floating in the air between them.

“Wyll?”

Wyll huffed a little self-conscious laugh, glancing down and shifting his weight. “I – well, then. Um, you’ve got a party to get back to.”

Tav took a half step forward, their hand still hovering near his waist. “Are you still injured? It wasn’t an easy day – I’m spent, but Shadowheart stayed back at camp. She should have a spell or two if you need it.”

“No, Tav, it’s–”

“Or we can find you a healing potion, if you don’t want to bother her.” A smirk tugged at their mouth. “She was rather interested in her bottle of wine when we last spoke.”

Wyll gave that laugh again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not injured, it’s fine. Though I appreciate your concern.”

Tav shifted their weight, blinking at him. “Are you lying to me?”

“No.” Wyll shook his head. “I promise. Just, ah – a little sensitive, that’s all.”

Tav’s eyes flickered over Wyll’s form. His nervous expression (only partially from the kiss, by their estimations), his almost defensive posture (as if he was preparing to run), the way his own hand hovered protectively near the exposed strip of skin. Tav wasn’t very well-versed in these sorts of things, but it wasn’t exactly a difficult deduction to make. A grin began to spread across their face.

“Who would’ve thought, the great Blade of Frontiers is ticklish.”

“Few people, in fact, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t spread it around.”

Tav cocked their head, taking a step forward and grinning wider when he took a matching step back. “Oh, of course not. I rather like the thought of keeping this information to myself. Of course, whether it remains secret is much more up to you.”

Wyll’s eyes widened. “Tav, no–”

“After all, it’s you who’ll have to keep quiet. Not me.”

Tav darted forward and Wyll yelped as he tried to scramble backwards. Unfortunately, the downside of hiding from a party on a reedy riverbank seemed to be getting tangled in the reeds at the most inopportune times. Wyll went down quickly with a crunch of wet sand and a rustle of leaves and Tav followed swiftly after, their fingers already searching along his exposed waistline.

“T-Tav, come on!”

They chuckled under their breath. “Did you really expect me to make this discovery and not take advantage?”

“I didn’t expect you to find out at all!”

Tav scoffed, planting their hands on either side of Wyll’s head, giving him a bit of a breather. His face had started to look a bit strained from holding back his laughter. Wyll took a few deep breaths as they stared down at him with a raised brow.

“We were attached by the lips mere minutes ago,” Tav said, their voice flat, “and you thought I wouldn’t find this out?”

Wyll opened his mouth to reply, and they took that opportunity to bring a hand down and poke their fingers into his side, relishing in his stutters. “I-I didn’t realize it was – hey!” 

He snatched their hand from where it had been trying to sneak up under the jagged hem of his shirt, his grip firm. They smirked, allowing it to go limp in his grasp.

“No?”

“No.”

Tav nodded and wiggled their wrist out of his grip, shooting their hand up under his arm while they still had the chance. Wyll threw his head back, horns digging grooves into the wet sand beneath them, and laughed, long and hard. Tav couldn’t help but giggle along, giving him a teasing little coo as he slammed his arm down to his side to try and block out the sensation.

“Tav,” he managed through his laughter. “Tav. Okay!”

With a smile threatening to make their face sore, Tav acquiesced, wiggling their hand out from under his arm and sitting back on their heels. After a couple deep breaths, Wyll sat up himself, fixing them with the worst attempt at a glare they’d ever seen.

“Oh, come off it,” they said. “If you really hated it, you would’ve told me to quit it sooner.”

Wyll averted his gaze. Tav laughed.

“Next time, dear, I won’t be nearly so merciful.”

Wyll pressed his lips together, letting out a quiet hum. “I suppose I should gather my own information now, then.”

Tav tilted their head to the side, blinking at him. He smirked.

“After all, I can’t let these sorts of heinous attacks go unpunished, can I?”

Tav raised up on their knees, holding their hands out in front of them as if it would provide them any sort of protection. “Wait–”

“I think a bit of revenge is in order, don’t you?”

Needless to say, it was a while yet before Tav made a reappearance at the party.

[writingquestionsanswered]

I have fandom original characters I want to convert to their own story but I’m not sure how, their like interactions, conflict, plot is all planned out but I don’t know how to figure out world building (it’s a urban fantasy) without A- being to close to the source material or B- being over complicated / not making sense for the plot

5 Ways to Create an Original World for Fanfic OCs

There are many different ways to approach this, so we'll walk through some of the key steps in figuring out what will work best for your story.

1 - Look at the Story Needs - Perhaps the best place to start is to look at the needs of the story in terms of genre elements, plot points, and characters. For an urban fantasy, we know we're looking at our world or a similar one, and a city, suburb, or town as the primary setting. We also know magic and the supernatural will play a role in this world, along with mythical creatures and a protagonist with a foot in both worlds. So, next we look at your plot and the major plot points/events to see what elements are needed. For example, if your antagonist is going to be a supernatural council, you know you have to flesh that out, including how and where they operate. Or, let's say the climax takes place in a big factory where some of the main characters were exploited as workers. We know that industry will play a role in this setting, so that and the specific factory are things you'll want to flesh out. Finally, look at character needs. Let's say it's important that one character lives on a houseboat... so we know the setting needs to be on a body of water. Or, let's say one of the main characters is a college professor and some of their most important scenes take place at the college--we know you need to flesh out the college setting.

2 - Find a Reasonable but Altered Approximation of the Canon World - If the canon world is space and the main setting is a spaceship, try putting it in the ocean on a marine vessel or ocean colony. The ocean and space have a lot in common in terms of being vast, dangerous, and relatively unexplored. Marine vessels and ocean colonies have a lot in common with spaceships in that their closed, self-sufficient environments filled with a lot of people in a relatively small space. So, that would be a reasonable but altered approximation of the canon world. For your urban fantasy, if the canon story takes place in a big modern city, try setting your story in a similar city but 150 years in the past or future. Try moving it to a city in another climate/region or country. Or, move it from a modern city to a modern small town. These alternatives have much in common with the canon setting but plenty of opportunities to make it something new and different.

3 - Do a Canon Mash-Up for World Ideas - Let's say your fan-fiction is based on The Mortal Instruments series, but let's also say you've been binge-watching Game of Thrones lately and are really enjoying it. Is there some way you could merge the two? Take a world similar to GoT (let's say King's Landing or The Citadel specifically) and have your urban fantasy take place there? What if it's a contemporary version of one of those places? Or, what if you take the Seven Kingdoms/Great Houses concept and move it into a modern city setting? There are lots of possibilities here for finding a new world for your fan-fiction-based story that still keeps some of the necessary world building details, just in new and interesting ways.

4 - Turn the Canon Situation On Its Ear - Let's say you wanted to take your Star Trek OCs and write them into their own original story, but obviously you can't use the world of Star Trek as your setting. Well, what if you took Star Trek and put those people into our current world or a whole different setting. What would their lives look like? How would that affect your OC characters? Or, for your urban fantasy, again using The Mortal Instruments as a canon example. What would happen if TMI took place on a generation ship? What would the roles of the characters be and how would the plot play out? How would that affect your original characters?

5 - Do a Zero Draft Exploration - Last but not least, just start writing. Don't worry about building the world ahead of time. Start with a really basic idea for how to take your character out of the canon world/setting and see where it takes you. Even if you feel like you're writing chapter after chapter without anything special about your world, or with a world that's closer to canon than you'd like, just keep with it. Write to the end. Because you could literally be in the climax or denouement when your brain goes off in this unexpected direction, and suddenly the whole new world of your story falls into place. Even if it doesn't work it's not for nothing, because it helps you become more intimately aware of the needs of your characters and story, which will help as you go back to step one and rethink things.

Happy writing!

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[all-my-writings-and-musings]

Starting something similar to what I did on my other blog; request prompts! I have a prompt and you can request which character to see in it next, and I'll write a short story for it following your specifications! I'll start out with a ship happy self insert one.

Falling Prompt

"Through one method or another, the reader ends up falling in the presence of a character who's secretly crushing hard, who catches them and feelings ensue."

I'll start this one off with...

Ne Zha x Reader

"While training on a floating pavilion, the reader has a close call with the edge, and the Third Lotus Prince swoops in to the rescue."

Just as you'd practiced a hundred times in preparation, you braced yourself when Ne Zha charged. The Fire-Tipped Spear was aimed in your direction and his Fire Wheels were burning at full speed, making him quite an intimidating sight even if you knew it was all just training. The motion he'd taught you came naturally despite your worry.

Parrying the move with all of your might, you felt the heat of his attack surge past at your side, and for the briefest of moments met his eyes. There was nothing but triumph in their depths.

"Excellent!" he praised as he turned his wheels to skid to a halt, following the perimeter of the floating stone pavilion. The magical stones of your chosen training grounds sparked as his momentum burned out, leaving dark singes even after the flame died. "You replicated the move perfectly; just as I expected."

The Third Lotus Prince actually sounded a little breathless, which seemed odd considering how easy such a move had to be for him. Too happy with your own accomplishment to look too deeply into it, you smiled in return, sighing and stepping back to lean against the stone railing on the edge of the pavilion. The maneuver had taken a fair amount out of you, and the breeze of the open sky felt good. It was already cooling the scorch marks your training had left in every direction.

"Thanks, it wasn't easy." you said after catching your breath, opening your eyes to find him at your side. His hair caught the breeze with an almost unnatural amount of grace, and a look at his pointed ears reminded you that despite how down to earth he was with you, he was not a being like yourself. That made his choice to mentor you all the more unique.

Leaning on his spear and looking out over the clouds, he smiled contentedly. "For a mortal, you make it look so…" he stopped as he realized his words didn't convey what he intended, blushing bashfully as he cleared his throat and turned to you with a look of apology whilst doubling back. "Uhh, that is… you've advanced far faster than I ever could have expected! You're truly a natural!"

Shifting back to a state of calm at your expression of reassurance, he smiled softly as he continued. "As your mentor, I'm quite proud."

You let the praise wash over you, all of the hours of work finally paying off… You thanked him before noticing a crack in the stones below that hadn't been there before. It wasn't alarmingly deep, but it was new, and not the only one. Days of continuous training had worn the magical material down. "If we want to keep practicing, we may need to find a new training spot." you pointed out, wondering if he had some other locations to choose from. Stepping along the railing and trying not to look too far down, you felt along the many burn and blade marks the two of you had left behind. It was like a map of your progress, and you'd almost feel sorry to part with it. Hopefully repair was an option for magical training grounds like this one… "All of these cracks are… already in need of some repairs."

"That can be arranged." Ne Zha replied, sounding a little distracted. You turned and found him looking your way, something that he tried to hide with a rapid turn of his head and a cough. "Uh! I can contact some of the Palace Engineers, they often work with such-"

As if you'd tempted fate, the stone beneath you cracked away from the rest of the foundation, losing the ability to stay afloat and falling to the earth far below. It happened so quickly your training had little time to react, and you were lurching to the edge in moments. A pink and gold blur moved at equal speed in the corner of your eye.

"Y/N!"

Ne Zha charged faster than he had minutes before, using a burst of fire to propel forward and loop his arm about your waist and hold you close. Just as quickly he jumped backwards, maneuvering with his spear for balance and sliding over the stone until you both were secure in the middle of the large pavilion. The structure was still after the initial chunk fell free.

It took you a moment to realize you'd been hugged to his chest, and a moment longer to notice how tightly he was holding you and how his heart was pounding beneath his armor. Something like fear was forcefully banished from his eyes as he looked down at you, once more sounding somewhat breathless.

"Are you alright?" he asked quickly, looking you over as the fact you weren't going to fall to your death finally dawned on you. 

"Fine!" you replied quickly, still quite frazzled but not just from the near death experience. With his arm still holding you tight, it took a bit of effort to look back at the spot you'd just been standing. A chunk of rocks just your size was missing from the edge. "I didn't-"

Closing his eyes with an expression of shame, he interrupted you. "I should have seen that the structure was unstable. As your mentor, it is my responsibility to keep an eye on things."

Your shock faded with a burst of sympathy for his guilt, and you saw his expression soften when he opened his eyes. For a moment he just took you in, the reality of almost losing you weakening his defenses. "But this time…"

You saw something more than care in his eyes. "I was… distracted."

Your widened eyes snapped him out of what he'd said, and he quickly set you down on your feet, spinning a full half circle too late to hide the blush that blossomed across his entire face. Coughing and straightening his armor aggressively enough to shake loose a few petals, he kept his back to you. "But, for now, let's… take a break! I'll be over there!"

With that, he was across the Pavilion, leaving you with many questions and no hope of answers.

[reilliane]

Stranger ⊱⊰ Kazuha

A/N: How can I not make a special for a certain universe when GAA just presents some lovely, lovely plot material?

✤ Golden Apple Archipelago (2.8) Event Special

➸ Related Works: Vigil

His last domain seems to be more disordered than before, he observes after appearing in a space surrounded by floating debris and sparsely dried maple trees.

Nevertheless, he recognizes it as his mirage—for only a phantasm as distorted as can immaculately mimic the chaos he has gone through during the time of the Vision Hunt Decree.

As per the norm of the past two mirages, he is alone without the company of his friends. Or at least, he thinks he's alone.

“Mister?”

Spooked—having not detected any sort of presence when he first arrived—he turns around, only to see a child no older than four, maybe five, peering at him.

“Are you lost?” she proceeds to ask, [c] eyes blinking.

The samurai didn't think it was possible for his own breath to fail him until now.

“I...” he trails off for a number of reasons.

Why is there a child here? How can she be here?

His quietude is taken in stride, with the little girl circling him about in what he can deduce is both excitement and scrutiny. He hasn't felt so uncharacteristically small in someone's discerning gaze.

The girl smiles at him, “Ah! Are you a wanderer? You seem to look the part, mister!”

“That I am.” he finally finds his voice to respond, having let go of his prior surprise. He really shouldn't be so floundered, though.

This is a mirage, after all—anything can happen.

“I knew it!” the jubilant exclamation makes him smile, even though his chest squeezes. “Then, maybe you're looking for a way out? There's a huge ship over there, come, come!”

He is already being dragged along by the hand before he can answer—not like he'll turn down the offer.

Just as what was mentioned, the Alcor in the stretch is a couple of minutes away, floating in an empty space. Even from afar, he can tell how the mirage has whittled it to perfection, mimicking the original vessel to a tee.

If he's going to be honest, though, then he's a little lost.

He wonders whether he should be astounded over the phantasmagoria's uncanny ability to create things from his subconscious or be astounded by how the little girl doesn't seem fazed at the oddment of it all.

Kazuha observes the girl's silver tresses and eyes the section of vermillion that fades to crimson. Her pink kimono is tidy and she appears out of place in this disheveled domain.

Like a single dendrobium amid the shipwreck on Nazuchi beach.

“May I ask why you are alone?” he questions, seeing a couple of familiar structures located on other floating islands. “An estate lies in the distance.”

He wonders if the others are there, navigating through the labyrinth for the—hopefully—last time.

“I'm not ready...”

Hm? The samurai blinks, puzzled at the answer. Not ready?

He pauses his steps when the child does, her head tipped down and her smile no longer present on her visage. It is an unusual sight, dismaying to witness.

“Father said I should stay outside for a while, so...”

Kazuha respects privacy, especially that of a stranger's. Most reasons are personal and are preferably hidden, but he can't restrain his own curiosity. After all, the one before him is...

“Can I...” his uncertain murmur doesn't go unheard, and the set of [c]s fixate on him as though weighing the possible ramifications of divulging her problems to a stranger.

The samurai is a little thrilled that the youngster's pretty shrewd for her age.

“Well, mother said I'm going to be a big sister today.” she ends up revealing with a crestfallen sigh. “I don't think I'm prepared to be one, I'm going to be so bad at it!”

Oh. It's... well, he's not expecting that out of the endless possible answers he could've heard. Not like he's against it or anything, of course.

In fact, he's rather astounded.

Dismay paints the round, youthful features of the little girl, implying just how burdened she is with her self-doubt.

To see such a sight pulls his lips down, at least, until he brings them back up in order to display himself as a model of assurance.

“Hm, with the way you're so concerned, I believe you'll be a fantastic sibling.” Kazuha quips, unable to stave off the growing smile when he's met with a marginally misanthropic stare.

“How can you say so? You don't know me, mister.”

To think she's a little cynical—or perhaps just chary.

“I am a stranger to you, as well, yet you are helping me board the ship.” he says in an 'as-a-matter-of-fact' tone, accompanying it with a firm nod. “You've a good heart.”

He can tell that his words are taken into consideration, the silence looming over them indicative of the cogs working in one's mind. It isn't long until the child is looking back at him, voice still tiny, though far from being uncertain as she was earlier.

“... Do you think I'll do good, then? Truly?”

The ends of her pink sleeves are being picked and fumbled away with her fingers.

Hesitantly, Kazuha pats her head, relaxing when it's received with a brightening gleam in the eyes. He nods, chest filling with warmth.

“You'll be excellent.”

Cheeks flushing with the same color as her kimono, the little girl stutters, as though unused to the assurance.

She has a tiny pout on her lips that she battles away with a beaming smile. Far, far brighter than the first one she wore.

“... Yes, yes, you're right!” she claps her hands with a giggle, “I have to be strong so I can be good! I'll keep your words to heart, mister! Now let's get you on the ship!”

Invigorated, she latches onto his bandaged hand—only to yelp an apology following the delayed assumption that he's hurt. He chuckles at it, shaking his head and saying that it's fine.

With the granted permission, he's tugged away again, only much gently this time. Like she does not believe that his hand isn't hurting hence her gentle hold.

It's warm.

For someone who's only known the coldness of grief for the past few months... this feels nice.

Kazuha almost bites his tongue when the child races up the uneven wooden gangway leading towards the Alcor, the latter nearly tripping over the steps.

When she manages to catch herself, however, he relaxes, sighing as he follows her up. He notices that she does not cross the threshold, nor does she question the lack of the crew.

She stays standing atop the last wooden board outside the ship, whilst he's already in the breadth of the vessel. His chest squeezes once more.

“Hehe, father will be happy that I helped someone out.” excitedly mutters the girl before gasping, struck with a realization.

“Ah, that reminds me! I need to go back home now! Take care-.. ?”

Her words fall short when the samurai lowers himself to her level and pulls her close in a bewildering yet warm embrace. How sudden.

“Mister wanderer,” her voice rings, a little muffled. “You're not going to abduct me, are you?”

His soft laughter is already rolling past his lips before he can even register them. He does not let go just yet. “Of course not. Forgive my sudden embrace, I am just reminded of my sibling.”

A gasp.

“Then that must be why you're traveling, right? So you can go back home!” Concludes the child after she's freed from the embrace.

She sounds enthused at the concept of him having a sibling, just like her. In a sudden burst of boldness, she holds onto the hands that held her once and shook them with vigor.

He doesn't understand the need nor the reason, but he goes along, waving and shaking her hands in tandem. The handshake makes the girl giggle until she's pulling away.

“Don't keep them waiting, they'll certainly miss you because you're family. I'll be going now!”

His hands hold the remnants of the warmth of another and he clenches his fingers in an endeavor to preserve them for a little while longer.

Standing back to his full height, he overlooks as his small, fleeting companion rushes back down to proper land with as much elegance as she can exude despite her haste.

Gone is the void in his chest, replaced with a mellow bud of melancholia, soon to bloom into one of acceptance.

To his surprise, the child stops then swivels, raising a hand to wave at him from the distance.

“Ah! Thank you again, mister!” he can still see her smile even from afar, “By the way, I'm [Name]!”

“I know.” his words are heard only by the wind as he smiles, feeling his eyes sting with water. Though they do not fall.

Ribbons of pink eventually cover the running girl until she is gone from sight, much like the phantasm she was in the first place. Still, he is ever so grateful.

Kazuha holds onto his scarf, lifting the fabric close to his eyes as he expels a shaky breath.

“Thank you, too.”

Even if the wound in his heart remains fresh, he is thankful for having seen her. Seen her smile, seen her be alright, seen her be alive.

“Nee-san.”

His wonderful older sibling.

a/n: so an angst/comfort piece for vigil :')) i think this cured my heart a lil' from writing mercy lmao.

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[221bshrlocked]

Stripped Down to the Bone

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Fem!Reader

Words: 12,267

Warnings: Brief description of violence. Loss of a hand. Some angst. Lots of fluff and descriptive smut. Dirty talk (including some degradation). Choking. Hair pulling. Spanking. Fingering. Squirting. Over-stimulation. Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong people). Fluffy after-care because Mando may be a kinky bastard but he is a giant teddy bear at heart. Love confessions. [Do let me know if I forgot something.]

Summary: “As you watch Mando drag the unconscious body, along with the severed hand, into the carbon-freezer, you can’t help but dwell on that second thought a little bit longer. Mando doesn’t once look away from you as he finally puts the man into the freezer and slams it shut. He doesn’t bother turning his attention elsewhere as he sheathes the Saber down into the handle and pushes it back into his belt. He doesn’t care for how menacing he looks as he steps towards you and eyes your shaking form.”

A/N: I couldn’t get over this fic I wrote a while back so I wanted to approach it from a different perspective. What if reader doesn’t get hurt and Din can’t keep to himself anymore? It’s been a while since I wrote for our favorite bounty hunter (because the inspiration has been difficult) but as you can see, I’m feeling things and they thankfully manifested in a fic that was originally supposed to be much filthiest but the fluff got in the way so it came out less angsty and dirty than I thought. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please :)  You can add yourself to the taglist here. (This is not beta’d so I do apologize for any mistakes)

In all your time with the Mandalorian, you never thought he would ever reach the point where he would allow his anger to get the best of him. You couldn’t say anything though, afraid he’d misunderstand and, in his fury, tell you to find someone else to work for. It was irritating to know that even if he were to speak untruthful but hurtful words to you, you would forgive him and make up some excuse so you wouldn’t let it get to you. He never told you much about the string of events that lead to him taking you on, but you recall the brief hints Greef Karga chose to reveal to you months ago and you realize that maybe, just maybe, they were starting to catch up to him. Up until now, Mando was quite pleasant to work with. Not once did he step over the line with you, even when you knew you deserved some harsh words for the dumb mistakes you made. 

But things were different now. The smallest inconvenience leads him to lose his self-control, which, most of the time, came in the shape of a loud curse or an extremely annoyed Mando leaving the ship and strutting into the wilderness of whatever planet you are on. You never brought it up to him after he calmed down and returned to the ship, and you weren’t about to start doing that now. There was some sort of a mutual understanding consisting of Mando nodding his apology and you smiling at him before you worked on whatever it was that needed fixing. It wasn’t ideal, but you weren’t in the position to tell him that he can confide in you. 

He had lost his foundling. He was placed in a position he never asked for. And most importantly, he was your boss. 

Yeah, you were definitely not in the place to say anything. 

Ironically, just as you are repeating the last words over and over again, a loud crashing sound from outside the ship breaks you out of your haze. You’re not sure at first if you should go check it out or not, but then you hear another voice swearing and shooting at Mando, and you realize that it would probably be best if you ran to make sure that he was alright. As soon as you slide down the ladder, you dive behind a large crate to avoid getting shot at. Waiting a few seconds until you are sure you aren’t going to be caught in the crossfire, you peek your head from the side and look down to see what is happening. 

What you find shouldn’t be surprising to you but you’re shocked nonetheless because even when he wasn’t paying complete attention to his surroundings, it was still difficult to get the upper hand on Mando. Just like the past few hunts, Mando was trying his best to bring in the bounty alive and breathing. And just like every time, he ended up losing his control on the situation which led to the bounty fighting for his life by attempting to shoot his way out. 

It’s an unnecessary inconvenience that you know will leave an extremely furious and annoyed bounty hunter in your vicinity for the next few days. 

As much as you want to not get involved, you know that the longer it takes to gain control of the bounty, the worse it will be once he is shackled and frozen. Without thinking twice of how Mando will react to your actions, you take a deep breath and stand from behind the crate, swearing to yourself when you look to the side and see Mando’s helmet tilt your way. 

Pfassk, he was going to be pissed. 

You don’t waste the few seconds of surprise on the bounty’s features, and as he turns the blaster your way to shoot you, you shut your eyes and hope that Mando uses the idiot’s distraction to hit him. Thinking that you’re about to hear a blaster go off, you wince in fear and expect the worst. But you reluctantly open your eyes as soon as you hear a familiar loud, vibrating sound echo through the air. You gulp nervously when you look down the ramp and see Mando approaching the bounty with the Darksaber in his hand. He easily evades the blaster shots, and even blocks a few of them with the dangerous weapon. Before you can tell him that the price on this bounty’s head was higher if he were to be brought in alive, Mando slices the thief’s hand and headbutts him hard enough that he falls to the ground in pain. 

The display of power should scare you. It should send you running to the hills with the goal of never returning again. It should make you wish you weren’t ever caught up with someone like the Guild’s best. 

But none of that crosses through your mind. 

No.

The only thing your sick, and rather twisted, brain can think of is how dominant and attractive Mando looked as he easily disarmed the bounty, how much you wanted to be controlled by him. The following thought isn’t any better.

As you watch Mando drag the unconscious body, along with the severed hand, into the carbon-freezer, you can’t help but dwell on that second thought a little bit longer. Mando doesn’t once look away from you as he finally puts the man into the freezer and slams it shut. He doesn’t bother turning his attention elsewhere as he sheathes the Saber down into the handle and pushes it back into his belt. He doesn’t care for how menacing he looks as he steps towards you and eyes your shaking form.

“Don’t ever do that again.” His voice should instill fear into your soul, but as he makes his way up to the cockpit, you continue to humor the spiraling emotions in your mind’s eye.

Why is that making me so wet?

You don’t get to stand there in silence for too long though because as the ship comes to life, you realize that Mando expected you to shut the ramp before he takes off. You snap out of your haze and run towards the control panel ahead of you, quickly pushing in the correct combination of numbers and sighing in relief when the ramp returns to its shut position. As the ship ascends outside of the planet’s air, you try to think of an explanation to tell Mando about your obviously-reckless actions. Before you can even come up with one good response, Mando puts the ship into hyperspace, making you fall backward and slam into the crate behind you. You silently swear at his intentions before you get up and wobble to your room. 

You rub the back of your head as you shut the door behind you and make your way to the refresher. As soon as you’re in there, you part your hair to make sure that there wasn’t any blood from the fall. You’re relieved when there isn’t any and curse Mando for being so childish. 

“I was only trying to help,” you pout at the reflection staring back at you before turning on the hot water. As you wipe at your face and neck, an image of Mando manhandling the bounty flashes through your mind and makes you flinch in shock. You groan irritatingly when it occurs to you that the rest of the night was probably going to consist of you trying to think of anything but the bounty hunter pushing you down beneath him and having his way with you. You curse quietly as you dry your face and move back to your room. The silence moving across the ship lets you know that Mando probably wasn’t going to leave the cockpit any time soon so you strip out of your clothes and into your nightgown. 

And just as you expected, as you move around the room to get ready for a night of self-care and relaxation, you continue to picture Mando touching every inch of your skin. You’re not sure if he’s the type that likes to leave a mark or two, or if he’s a gentle lover. Taking the events of the day into consideration, you realize that he might be the former.

Although, it would be nice to feel his lips leave a trail of soft kisses down your spine. 

“If only…”

You whisper to yourself as you grab the pitcher of water to bring it to your bedside only to laugh humorlessly when you notice that it’s as dry as a Tatooine day. As positive as you were that Mando wouldn’t leave the pilot’s seat for the next few hours, you really were going to try and avoid walking out of your room until you absolutely had to. It takes you a few minutes to think of the pros and cons of potentially running into him but the need for water outweighs your “fear” of Mando. Mustering up some courage, you put on a long, warm coat before walking out of your room. Standing in the middle of the hall for a few seconds, you listen intently for any sounds that might be coming from the main area. When you don’t hear anything but the consistently quiet sound of space, you sigh in relief and tiptoe towards the kitchen area. 

As you fill up the pitcher with cool water, your mind takes a turn once more and conjures up the filthiest images possible. A shiver runs down your spine when you recall Mando’s dangerously rough voice as he warned you before he went to the cockpit. Maker, would he sound like that when he’s fucking you senseless? Or would he fill the air with delicious moans and grunts as he thrust his cock into your wet mouth? The prospect of having either of those things puts you in a daze and it isn’t until you feel a cold sensation run down your arm that you shake from your reverie and look down at the pitcher. 

“Kriffing hell,” you swear as you shut the water off and put the pitcher aside to clean up the mess you made. When you’ve completely dried the puddle on the floor, you turn around to discard the towel but freeze when you look up and see Mando standing still right in front of you. 

Without his helmet.

 Unlike before, when your heart skipped a beat just from studying him as he easily moved the bounty around, the muscle in your chest threatens to leap out of your ribcage now for a whole different reason. You stand there, speechless and terrified of what may occur within the next few moments. In your time aboard this ship, not once did you think you would ever run into this specific issue. He was terribly careful with where he went and you were always sure to make as much noise as possible when you were moving around so he would hear you coming. 

But here you were, unable to look away from the face you’ve wondered about ever since you met him. Even though you know you should shut your eyes and tell him that this was all an accident, that you had a shit memory and probably wouldn’t remember anything particular about his features, you can’t bring yourself to turn away from him. And just like earlier, when you only had one thought running through your mind, you’re back on that train again, except this time, you’re not thinking of how attractive he is, or how much he’s turning you on. 

No, you’re thinking about something much more important, more unfortunate the longer you dwell on it.

Maker, those eyes will be haunting my dreams every night.

“M-Mando?” He must misunderstand your hesitation for fear because his frown deepens as he removes all the weapons from his person and sets them down on one of the tables. You watch his every move, not because you think he might hurt you, but because he wasn’t wearing his gloves and you wanted to commit every inch of his skin to memory.

When he looks at you again, you gulp nervously and stare at him in silence. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Somehow, the whisper is as loud as a terrified bantha and it’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion. You wish you could tell him that you would enjoy it immensely if he did hurt you but you push those twisted wishes down for his sake.

“I never thought you would.” Even though you don’t mean for the response to come out defensive, it is slightly more aggressive than you mean. You watch as his shoulders relax at your truthful response before he approaches you. Mando never once turns his attention elsewhere and you remain immobile to avoid making him think that you were, in fact, afraid of him. Even though you feel a little claustrophobic from how close he is, you don’t dare breathe a word, choosing to give him all the control so he feels comfortable with you. 

“Mesh’la, why would you do something so reckless?” You’re not sure what he’s calling you but you don’t bother asking him, knowing that it was the wrong detail to dwell on in his question. It takes you a few extra seconds to reply to him because you’re busy roaming your eyes across his features. Maker, it was a shame that he wore a helmet. Deep down, you knew that it didn’t matter if he was handsome or not because even with that barrier, you still found him interesting. But it really bothered you to know now that all of that was hiding beneath a mask. Up until now, you had to rely on the slightest tilt of the helmet and his body language to figure out what he was feeling. But now that he wasn’t wearing it, you find it rather difficult to look anywhere else but his face. He was so expressive and if you didn’t know any better, you would have asked him if he was crying. His eyes weren’t completely red, but there were unshed tears covering his pretty brown orbs, tears that you knew would kill you if they rolled down his cheeks. As your attention moves across his skin, you feel bad for wanting to lean up and kiss his aquiline nose, but when you finally reach the edge of his features and notice how soft and rosey his lips look, you can’t help but wish he was claiming your skin with them instead of asking you why you put your life in danger. 

You blink out of your dazed mind when you notice that you never answered his question.

Damn him and that pretty little pout.

“I- I was only trying to help. I’m sorry.” Even though you would rather not apologize for aiding in the hunt, you figure it was probably the best thing to do now to avoid any unnecessary argument.

“You could have gotten hurt.” Mando is a man of few words but you hated how short his replies were in that moment because it made it more difficult to figure out what he was trying to tell you. 

“Why would I have gotten hurt when you were there? I trust you Mando, with my life.” It’s almost as if you declared something unnatural and unexpected to him because as soon as your revelation registers in his mind, Mando’s frown grows and he steps away from you. You don’t have any time to react because as always, Mando’s anger makes itself known in an instant. He’s pacing back and forth in front of you, eyes aimed to the ground and refusing to acknowledge that you were still there. You take a step toward him but he moves away from you, holding out his hand to make you stop and not grow any closer to him. 

“Mando I-”

“I could have lost you, I don’t know what I would have done if anything happened to you. I can’t lose you, not you. I already lost everything I ever cared for, you- you don’t understand what would happen to me if- if you were hurt.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or at you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care because his confessions finally explain why he was so harsh with you earlier. Mando doesn’t stop once, his feet ringing across the silent space and making you more nervous than ever. You can tell that he’s trying to reconcile what he’s feeling with the unexpected events with the bounty and when his anger increases, you take a deep breath and try to approach him again. 

Mando shakes his head and turns away from you, stopping his anxious movement just as he looks to the ground in defeat. You can tell that he’s still tense from his clenched fists and the way his shoulders refuse to rest. 

As cautiously as possible, you make your way to him and slowly reach for his arms. He flinches at your touch but doesn’t budge and you sigh in relief when he doesn’t try to move away from you or deny you. The two of you stand in an uncomfortable silence for longer than necessary but unlike Mando, who doesn’t want to open his mouth again out of fear of saying something offensive, you hold your tongue until you come up with something that won’t cause him to react negatively. 

Nothing comes to mind right away. It’s difficult to negotiate with him when he’s like this. 

Then you look down at his gloveless hands and a strange idea briefly crosses your mind. You want to smack yourself for thinking of something like this in such a moment, but when you notice the sheer amount of pent up energy that he’s managing to keep under control across his form, you realize that this line of reasoning, while inappropriate, would probably be the perfect remedy to him. 

“Use me.” You can’t bring yourself to say those words louder and you curse yourself for not being able to grow enough confidence and raise your voice because as expected, Mando doesn’t react. As a matter of fact, he somehow becomes more still than before, and unlike a few seconds ago when you could still hear his violent breathing, you can’t hear a single peep out of him now. Thinking that he probably didn’t hear you, you grasp onto his shoulders even tighter than before and swallow the lump in your throat nervously to prepare for suggesting to him again. 

“What did you just say?” His question nearly makes you jump out of your skin, but you don’t try to explain yourself, and instead tug on his clothes to get his attention. You never worried before from Mando’s elongated silence but now that he wasn’t even acknowledging you, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. 

“Use me…you’re frustrated, and you have a lot of pent-up energy, and the bounty clearly didn’t help with- well, it just made things worse. So use me, take out all your frustrations on me.” You can tell he’s having a difficult time breathing, perhaps more so than you, but you don’t let him go. In fact, you keep your hold on him as you slowly turn around until you’re standing face to face. You notice the second he shut his eyes so he isn’t looking at you, and you’re not sure if you should feel offended by the minute action or if you should feel bad for him. 

“I can take it.” You whisper one last time as you move your hand up his arms until they’re resting on his shoulders. He still refuses to look at you, and you hope with all of your heart that he doesn’t get offended by what you are about to do. Slowly, you massage his tense muscles as you continue your journey to his neck, and when you finally touch his skin, you find it much hotter than you anticipated. Fuck, did he always run hot or was the prospect of being intimate with each other affecting him as much as it was affecting you? You furrow your eyebrows for a second before you remember to relax your facial expressions so he doesn’t misunderstand if his eyes flutter open again. You study him carefully, and watch in fascination as his body comes to live with shivers the longer you keep your palm on his skin. When the moment stretches longer than your liking, you gulp down the anxiety bubbling up in your throat as you stretch your fingers until your whole hand rests on his cheeks. 

In an instant, Mando’s face tilts to the side and you almost break when you see him trying to nuzzle into both of your palms simultaneously. 

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice breaks as he lets his words swim in the air between the two of you, and even though he is much quieter than before, you find the tone of his voice much more intense, deeper even. More fearful perhaps?

“I do. Mando…believe me, I do.” You take a step into his space and lick your lower lip when you notice his features begin to relax beneath your touch. You thank the stars his eyes are closed because you are sure you would not be able to look at him this closely if his darkened orbs were studying you as well. On queue, his eyes open and you have to push down the gasp threatening to make its way past your lips when you see a few specs of gold peppering across his brown eyes. He’s staring at you in a way that makes you feel as if you were the most admired planet in this galaxy and even though you want to tell him, then and there, that you don’t deserve to be adored this much, you bask in the warmth his attention offers you. 

“If you know what I want to- what I wish I can do to you, you’d never look at me again. You’d leave me.” He breaks the silence, and bites into his lower lip when he notices the way you’re studying the brief nervous tick. There is something you want to say to him, it’s right there at the tip of your tongue, but you forget what you want to say to him when you see him wet his chapped lips. Gradually shifting your attention across his face, you meditate for a second on his nose before you finally focus on his eyes again. Even though you’ve already established that it’s rather difficult to keep contact with them, you know for a fact that you need him to look at you when you reveal your next words. He had to know, he needed to know that you weren’t lying to him. 

You wanted him to know, for your own sanity. 

“Take what you want Mando, I’m yours.”

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that the effect your confession is having on him doesn’t come in the form of a dramatic response. You are taken aback, however, by the way his body jolts ahead into your space before it ceases to move once more. It was almost as if he wanted to crush you in his arms but remembered that he can’t do so quite yet. At least he thought he couldn’t. 

“I don’t want to lose you.” The exclamation tugs at your heart and you realize then that Mando was even more difficult to convince when he was vulnerable. 

“You won’t.” You smile at him, and hope that he recognizes the truth behind your words. He says nothing in return and you begin to lose hope that he would ever understand how much you adore him, how much you’re willing to give up to make him happy. 

“Tell me, tell me what you want.” You rub just below his eyes with your thumbs when you notice a few tears escape his beautiful eyes. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Mando, and you sigh in relief when his shoulders relax and he slips his arms around your back to pull you closer to him. 

“You. I only want you mesh’la. I want all of you.” You lean up as he breathes those final words against your forehead and before you let that crippling sense of doubt run through your mind again, you shut your eyes and surrender to him. Just as you’re about to taste his lips, those lips that you never thought you’d ever touch, let alone see, Mando stops and pulls away from you. Thinking that you did something wrong, you open your eyes and pout at him, ready to apologize for stepping over any boundary he wasn’t ready to allow you to cross just yet. 

“I- I can’t let you kiss me,” he says to you and you have to force yourself to not openly cry at the seriousness behind his words. You try to pull away from him but his arms tighten around you, making you look at him with nothing but confusion. You’re about to ask him what you’re allowed to do when he bumps your nose with his own and smiles at you.

“Not without hearing you say my name.” For some reason, his declaration feels more intimate than everything the two of you said so far. As much as you want him to tell you his name, you shake your head and ignore the way he frowns at you. 

“You…you don’t have to tell me.” You want him to know that you don’t mind it if he still keeps this last bit of him untouched. He already revealed his face to you, and the last thing you wanted him to think is that you were greedy for more. As much as you want to scream his name as he fucked you and used your body for his own pleasure, you knew that this may be too difficult for him. He couldn’t take it back, just as you wouldn’t be able to forget his face.  

“I want to, I want to hear you say my name sweet girl…I want to hear you moan it as I kiss every inch of you, as I explore your body with my hands and my lips, as I- as I feel you welcome me in your cunt…as I fuck you the way I’ve wanted to for so long. I want to hear you scream my name mesh’la, because I don’t think I’ll be able to live another day if you don’t know me, all of me.” You can feel his hands shaking around your waist, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s nervous or because he’s still trying to have some semblance of control. You find that the thought of both excites you, to know that you were making him this anxious and needy for you was almost as addicting as the warmth of his lips as they left a trail of molten lava across your cheeks. 

“T-then tell me your name, let me make you feel good. I just want to make you feel good, want to give you everything you want.” You twist your hands into the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself until he takes you to his bed, but the hard muscles of his shoulders send a shiver down your spine, a reminder that he was capable of inflicting so much damage on your body but that he would only take this as far as you were willing. 

“My name, sweet girl, is Din Djarin. And I want to hear you say it as I mark every inch of your body.” 

The hoarse command forces a gasp out of you, and before you can sound out his name, Din is claiming your mouth in a heated kiss, one that you were sure you wouldn’t forget any time soon. He twists his fingers into your hair, tugging on the loose strands until you stop fighting for control over the kiss. Your knees buckle in weakness at the display of dominance and Din takes advantage of your momentary distraction by pushing you back until you slam against the walls of the ship. You grunt in pleasure when you feel him let go of your neck and trail his hands down your body, all the while slipping his tongue into your mouth and tasting every inch of you. You’re already dizzy from the sheer strength and neediness Din is entrusting you with, and before you know it, he’s leaning down in an attempt to carry you against the wall. 

Your nightgown quickly becomes a hindrance to Din’s plan and he breaks the kiss with a growl, not caring for how aggressive he must look to you as he kneels in front of you, takes hold of the bottom of the camisole, and rips it down the middle until it exposes your thighs to him. Your eyes widen in shock at his actions, but relax when Din looks up to gauge your reaction. You don’t want him to misunderstand your surprise for fear and so you turn to the side to avoid his hungry gaze, hoping he can see through your embarrassed response and recognize just how turned you are from the way he was touching you. 

Din doesn’t waste another moment as he slips his hands beneath the camisole and slides them up your thighs to your ass. You reluctantly turn to him again and bite into your lip when he stands up abruptly and takes you with him. The sudden jerk of your body forces you to throw your arms around his neck for support, and Din smirks to himself as he urges you to wrap your legs around his waist as well. 

“Fuck mesh’la, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Din whispers as he drags one hand across the exposed flesh of your thigh, looking down for a moment to see the faint angry marks his nails left on your skin. You’re practically shaking in his arms, partially because you’re afraid he’ll drop you but mostly because of how unhinged he seems to be now that you were letting him do whatever he wanted with you. 

“D-Din,” your voice barely comes out louder than a whisper but it’s all Din needs to hear to push you harder against the wall. You nuzzle into his neck when you feel his hard cock push against your wet core through his pants, and before you can beg him to just take you, he pulls away far enough to look at you, smiling wickedly at you as he rolls his hips once more and forces a moan from your lips. You throw your head back as he continues to thrust in between your thighs, and Din lunges forward to sink his teeth into your neck as he continues his movements and marks you. 

“Oh maker Din- I…Din, you’re-” The words die in your throat when you feel Din’s other hand palm the fabric of your panties and slip underneath them. Your breath gets caught harshly in your throat when you focus on just how hot his hand feels as it squeezes your ass, and you wonder if his cock would feel just as excruciatingly warm as it filled your cunt.

“Kriffing hell, I thought my name would sound beautiful on your lips baby. But, ah fuck, didn’t think it would sound this filthy as well. Go on sweetheart, keep calling for me…beg me to pleasure you…beg.” His voice is strained and you can’t help but reach for his hair and tug on it as he licks down your throat until he reaches the top of your breasts. You want to give him what he wants, you want nothing more than to beg for him to drag you to his room and fuck you senslsess, but the more he leaves his mark on your skin, the less sense your mind can make of what’s happening, and you find it difficult to do what he wants, let alone think over the command in your hazy mind. 

“I said, beg.” Din growls the command into your ear, and you arch your back into him when he wraps the top of your panties around his fingers and pulls on it until it rips. Your cunt clenches around nothing as the sound of the fabric ripping fills the quiet air, and your throat constricts further when Din crumples the flimsy material of your undergarment before shoving it against his nose and taking a long whiff of your scent. 

“Fuck…the smell of you is addicting. I could drown in your scent, sweet girl…could fuck your pretty little cunt and have you gushing on my mouth all night long and I’d want more.” Your legs try to close as his words register in your mind, and Din senses your body’s reaction to him before you do, his eyes shifting from your panties to your legs and back up to your face in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was daring you to push him away. Your lips part to form a response, anything that can make him put you out of your misery, but then Din shoves your panties into the pocket of his pants and slowly drags his hand across your thigh until he has a firm grasp of your ass once more. Both of his palms spread across the expanse of your backside, and you watch as the smile on his handsome features widens further right before he places your feet down on the floor again. 

You're not sure what he’s thinking, and don’t remove your hands from his shoulders even when he looks like he’s about to let you go. You watch his every move, hoping that he won’t leave you wanting for too long, and when his eyes roam down your heaving chest to where he’s exposed you to his hungry eyes, you tilt your heart to the side at the way he licks his lips like a predator. Following his line of sight, you silently curse and remove your hands to try and cover yourself when you notice how wet you are. But Din wouldn’t be the best hunter in the Guild if he didn’t have impeccable reflexes, and you whine his name when he reaches for both of your wrists and keeps them planted at your sides.

“Don’t even fucking think about hiding yourself from me. You said you’re mine.” His tone is somehow menacing and soft, and you think it might be because he wants to make sure that you were telling the truth. 

“I am.” His shoulders visibly relax are your whispered confession, and the grip he has on your wrists tightens even further before he brings both of your hands to your back and silently orders you to keep them there. 

“Then don’t hide from me what’s mine, cyar’ika.” He orders as he grabs your waist and massages it lightly, almost as if he wanted to calm you down before he attacked you again. Your breathing becomes erratic when you notice the way he’s eyeing your body, and as you’re about to ask him if he needs anything, Din brings his gaze back to you once more just as he rips the rest of your nightgown down the middle, further exposing you to his needy eyes. 

You want to cover your naked breasts but remember what he said moments ago and decide against it, choosing to avoid eye contact instead in hopes of mustering up some courage for when he asks you to. 

“I- I thought you were beautiful when you visited my dreams every night, but you’re so much more gorgeous than I thought…than I saw every time I touched myself and pretended it was your soft hands making me come.” You shouldn’t be surprised that Din is so vocal during such an intimate moment, but you struggle to wrap your head around the fact that the often quiet, reserved hunter had the filthiest desires spilling from his heart so shamelessly. 

“Din-”

“Be a good girl and beg me to touch you. I want to hear you sweetheart, want to hear you tell me how much you want me.” You want to laugh at the pleading words Din whines at you as he tries to have you beg for him, but as his hands roam up and down your legs, you suddenly feel weak and reach for his shoulders again to prevent yourself from falling against him. Din huffs in humor when he sees the effect he’s having on you, and wraps his arms around your back to keep you steady. 

“P-please Din, you’ve no idea how often I thought of this. I think of nothing else but you, all the kriffing time. I even- I touch myself every night to the thought of you, pretending it’s your lips making me feel so hot, your- your hands bruising me as you fucked me like you can’t get enough of me, as you- oh kriff, as you filled all my holes with your cum…but it’s never enough, never hard enough, never thick enough, never- ahhh, never good enough. I need you to make a mess of me Din, till I can’t remember anything but your touch…Please Din? Please take me. Fuck me till I can’t think of anything but you…you and nothing else, no one else. I- I’ll do anything you want I swear. I’ll be your good girl, I’ll take you in my mouth, my pussy…my ass if you want. Just don’t stop touching me because-”

You can pinpoint the moment Din lost whatever control he had left in his body because in the blink of an eye, he’s standing to his full height and reaching for your throat, not caring for how rough he’s being as he wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you into his chest. You fist your hands into his loose shirt as soon as you feel his mouth on your own, and the deeper he shoves his tongue past your lips, the tighter his hold on you grows until you can barely breathe. Between the breathtaking kiss and the way his fingers perfectly close around your throat, you grow lightheaded and decide to surrender yourself completely to him. It’s in this moment that Din finally has some mercy on you and breaks the kiss, never once removing his gaze from your pretty eyes as he waits for you to look into his dilated pupils. There’s something dangerous swimming in his barely brown orbs, and you shiver at the prospect of being at the mercy of such a fiery spirit 

“What will you say if you want me to stop?” He hisses at you, and it takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s asking. You furrow your eyebrows at the odd question, and Din slips his other hand around your back and lands a particularly rough slap to your ass to get your attention. You jump at the sudden impact but melt into his embrace further when he soothes it back and forth. 

“Say the word you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.” He commands again, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion before you respond to him. 

“But I- I won’t ever want you to stop!” 

“I don’t fucking care if that’s what you think…this- when I take you to my bed, I’ll pull you apart piece by piece, and I want to know what word you’ll say if you want me to put you back together again. You said you’d be a good girl for me, so go on. Be a good girl and listen to me.” You can feel slick rolling down your thighs at his words, and you feel ashamed at how wet such violent words are making you feel. 

But this is Din, and you knew you couldn’t be safer anywhere except in his arms. 

“Trask, I- I’ll say Trask if I want you to stop.” 

There’s recognition in his eyes, that you’re certain of, and the little smirk he graces you with is all you need to know that he may have had an inclination as to why you picked that specific word. 

“Now was that so hard?”

“Din, please.” You gasp when he smacks your ass again, this time a little harder than before, while his other hand tilts your neck far back until he can take a better look at you. 

“I think it’s time I give you a reward for being such a good girl for me…especially when I’ve barely touched you and you’re so…needy.” The anticipation of what he’s promised to do to you is driving you mad, and you shut your eyes when Din pushes you flush against the wall again and keeps his fingers wrapped around your throat. 

“Tell me sweet girl, which do you want first? My fingers…or my mouth?” He whispers as he kisses your cheek and leaves a trail of wet kisses down your throat to your shoulder. You’re dying to feel him where you’ve been aching for so long, but you get the sense that he may prolong this if you tell him you just want his cock now. 

“B-both…please Din, I want to feel both.” You hold onto him like your life depends on it, eyes fluttering open when you hear him chuckle above you as he nips at your clavicle. 

“What a filthy girl you are, baby, begging so sweetly when all I’ve done is kiss you.” Din teases you some more, loving the way your skin erupts in goosebumps the longer he stretches out what the two of you have been dying to feel for so many rotations. 

“Since you’ve been nothing but obedient so far, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you everything you want mesh’la…my fingers, my mouth, my cock. Everything your heart desires…all I want in return is to hear you pray my name.” Not bothering to waste another second, Din slips his other hand down your front, pinching your nipple in his journey and biting his lower lip when he sees the way you arch deliciously into his touches. He teases and caresses your breasts some more, loving the weight of them and how perfectly they fit in the palm of his hand. He can’t take his eyes off of how quickly they pebble as he tugs and flicks at them, and just when you’ve had enough of the aggressive touches, he leans down and flicks his tongue harshly across one, humming in approval when you moan his name the harder he sucked. 

You’re a moaning mess in a matter of seconds, unable to fathom how good it feels to have Din bite and pinch your sensitive peaks. It’s almost painful, probably is already, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, when he was worshiping you like you were the last jorgan fruit in the fucking universe.

“Hmm fuck cyare, you’re so pretty…and you’re all mine. Fucking mine.” He growls against your heated skin as his kisses turn into little bites, and you’re so busy focusing on his teeth expertly closing around your hardened nipples that you don’t take notice of the hand roaming down your body until it’s settled against your slit. 

“Din…your mouth feels so hot, like- like a fire burning me from inside.”

Your words urge him on, and as soon as you open your eyes to look down at him, Din lets go of your breast with a pop and swallows your moans. You can barely stand up and you realize the only thing keeping you still on your feet is Din’s hold on your throat and your cunt. 

Oh.

Oh his other hand felt good. 

So good.

Din can barely hold himself back from shoving his cock in your pussy when he feels how wet and warm you are the more he slides his fingers across your slit. He’d think he’s been touching you for hours if he didn’t know that the two of you were intertwined for less than one. When he feels how engorged and hard your clit is as he flicks it a few times, he reluctantly lets go of your lips just to look into your eyes as he fills you with his fingers. 

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you baby? So fucking wet and hot for me, and I haven’t properly gotten you ready for my cock.” 

“Oh Din, I- I need you.” Din knows that he will never get tired of hearing you plead for his touch, and he smiles down at you as he takes his fingers away and ignores the little whimper you throw at him at the loss of his touch. He doesn’t give you the chance to say anything else, spitting down on his hand as loudly as possible before he returns his fingers to your cunt once more. Except this time, he doesn’t bother being gentle and teasing. 

This time, his patience has finally run out, and he desperately wanted to feel you come on his fingers. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop,” it’s the only warning you get before Din rubs at your wet lips a few times enough to spread your juices across his fingers. When he thinks you’re ready, he slowly slips in his middle and ring fingers until you can feel the palm of his hand flush against your skin. 

“Din-” Whatever you want to say dies in your throat as soon as Din begins to curl his fingers inside you. His fingers are much thicker and longer than your own, reaching parts of you that you only dreamed of ever touching. He starts out careful and soft, rubbing the spongy walls of your cunt with unrivaled expertise. When he begins to rub his palm against your clit, your knees buckle and you lose your balance completely. Din leans down and bites into the top of your breast, increasing the pressure around your throat as he begins to pick up the pace and thrusts his fingers deeper inside you. 

“Wrap your arms around me sweetheart,” he orders between kisses and you somehow do as he says in an instant, as if your body only obeyed Din and not your own mind. 

Had you not been praying every night to the maker to finally be at Din’s mercy, you would have felt an overload of sensations from the last few minutes alone. His lips were creating flames across your already heated skin, and his words were making you melt in his arms without a single care for anything else. Then there were his hands, the one around your throat reminding you of the sheer strength he possesses, of how quickly he can bend you to his will if he so wished, while the other claimed the deepest, most intimate parts of you without difficulty, as if it was made to pleasure your cunt and was finally undoing you the way it was always meant to. 

“I- I’m…Din-”

“I can feel your cunt clenching around me sweet girl. You’re so close, aren’t you? I know you are, I know you want to come. I want you to come too, baby. I want to see you come undone on my fingers, want to taste your wet pussy as you drench me. Go on love, let go for me. Let go and I’ll push you over the edge again. Let go and I’ll fuck you like the mesh’la cockwhore I know you are.” At those last words, you part your lips in a silent cry and brace yourself for what’s to come. Digging your nails into his skin, you barely manage to open your eyes and look at Din just as he begins to plunge his fingers in and out of you at an impossible pace. He’s hitting that special, wonderful spot inside you consistently, as if he’s known your body for eons, as if he’s already memorized what pleases you and wanted nothing more than to do it time and again.

“Come for me, now.” He breathes the command as he closes his lips around your nipple, the hand around your throat loosening just a bit to make it easier for you to breathe. In the end, it doesn’t make a difference how hard he’s grabbing at your throat because you forget how to breathe as soon as that knot unravels in the pit of your stomach and you crash into him. You can feel your cunt burning with desire for more and you don’t realize what’s making Din become so feral with his bites until you look down and vaguely see a pool of liquid forming beneath where the two of you are standing. 

“Hmmm fuck, you- you’re so fucking gorgeous…that’s it baby, keep coming for me. Keep drenching me, fucking mark me for yourself cyar’ika, make a mess of us. Make a mess of us some more, let me- let me look at you so I can remember how hard I’ve made you come.” He puts some space between the two of you, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as his hand doesn’t slow down and continues to move rapidly in and out of your pussy. Your legs are shaking and your screams are louder than you ever thought possible, but Din continues to ask you for more. 

And the more he calls you his sweet girl, the more you come on his fingers and wet his hands. It would have been embarrassing if it was anyone else, but seeing Din’s reaction to the mess you were making of his ship, even hearing the frantic growls he was breathing against your throat, makes you wish you could do more for him. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you weren’t lying when you said you wanted me this bad.” Din manages to say right before he kisses you again, and you try to remind yourself to ask him later why he enjoyed asking you questions and silencing you with a bruising kiss right after without receiving a response. For now though, you relished in the different touches that proved to you he wanted you just as much. From the bruising kiss to the growingly aggressive sensation his fingers were sending throughout your muscles, you knew it would be impossible to ever come again without feeling him against you. 

Din tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, making you reach for his hair and pull on it in an attempt to make him see stars as well. He chuckles against your lips, but pushes you harder against the wall the more you tug on his brown locks, and before you know it, his fingers are thrusting in and out of you harshly and without mercy. You fall apart again, unsure of whether this was your second orgasm or if it was just a continuation of the first. 

It doesn’t matter in the end because like before, Din nips and sucks on your tongue with desperation, silently letting you know that he really enjoyed how hard he was making you fall apart at his touch. Your thighs strain as Din pushes them apart with one of his legs to get better access to your cunt, and when he’s sure you can’t take it anymore, he leans down and angles his hand a bit lower, the action pushing his fingertips higher against your tightened walls and forcing another orgasm out of you. You break the kiss in an attempt to breathe but all that comes out is a string of curses along with Din’s name, and you don’t realize what you’re saying until Din begins to slow down but keeps his fingers warm inside your pussy. 

“You- you really want me to stop?” He’s out of breath when he asks, and you furrow your eyebrows at both the tone of his voice and the question, as if he was the one having a hard time breathing from coming so hard. You barely manage to look at him, whimpering his name like a silent prayer when you see the feral look in his eyes as he studies your features. 

“No- Din, please…don’t stop. T-take what you want….’m yours.” You’re not making much sense to your own ears but Din hears enough to know that you were still willing to give him every bit of you. When he’s sure you’ve had enough respite and filled your lungs with air, he lunges for your throat and bites into the jugular of your neck while wrapping his arm around your back to keep you upright. Just as you’re about to beg him to keep touching you, you feel him inch a third finger inside your cunt, splitting you open on his thick and long fingers like no other has before him. You don’t get the chance to say anything else as you feel him move his digits in and out of you at a slowly increasing pace. 

“I wanted to get you nice and ready for my cock cyar’ika, but you’re so kriffing tight on my fingers…so fucking tight and I’ve made you come twice already. Why don’t you give me another baby? Give me another so I can give you my cock. Come on my fingers like the good girl I know you are.” His words are all you need to fall apart another time, and you hold tightly onto his shirt as he lets you nuzzle into his neck while he pushes his fingers so deep inside you that you can’t feel anything but him. 

“Din…Din…oh maker Din I- I’m…”

“Claim me little cyar’ika, claim me like I claimed you.” You gush around him harder than before, squirting all over his thighs and arm until the two of you are standing in nothing but your essence. You’re embarrassed by how much of a mess you made of his ship, but you realize that Din might not care about that at the moment. As a matter of fact, it seemed that he enjoyed the mess you were making of him and the ship, and you file that information for later when you can tease him about it. 

For now, you give yourself to the sensation that is Din. 

His breath, his gaze, his touch. 

And hopefully his love. 

When it’s evident you can’t support yourself anymore, Din slows down to a stop but doesn't remove his fingers from you just yet. He studies you closely, eyes roaming the expanse of your glistening, shaking form in an attempt to commit every inch of you to memory. He can feel your muscles begging for respite and leans in to kiss your cheek just as he slips his wet fingers from your cunt. You shudder at the emptiness suddenly taking over you, and look into his eyes as he slides his hand up your body. He smiles at you as he takes his fingers into his mouth and hums lewdly at the taste of you. 

“I knew it, knew you’d taste so fucking good.” His voice echoes in your mind as you use him to support your overexerted body. 

The two of you stand in silence for a few minutes, sighing in relief at finally crossing the line you’ve been dancing around for months now. Din kisses everywhere he can reach, occasionally digging his teeth into your skin if only to hear you moan his name as you grab for him. When he notices that you’re able to stand better on your feet, he lets go of you and slips the ruined nightgown from your body. You shiver as the cold air hits your sweaty skin, but the warmth of Din overtakes you completely as he reaches down and carries you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle into his neck as he begins to move through the quiet hallways of his ship. You feel his hands digging harder into the meat of your thighs and back when you lick at his clavicle, and you can’t help but smile at the obvious effect you are having on him. 

He makes his way towards his room and a rush of nerves engulfs you when you realize that you never once came in here in all your time at his service. You knew better than to cross those boundaries he’s silently set for you all those months ago, and although you hoped for him to open up with you, you never thought he’d be so willing to get this far. 

Certainly not to the point of bringing you into his private quarters. 

“I can hear your thoughts sweet girl.” He teases as he enters his room and walks you to his bed, softly placing your nude form in between his sheets before standing up to rid himself of his own clothes. 

“Din, you- you’re too far.” You sigh at him as you grab for his sheets, and Din bites his lower lip to prevent himself from embarrassing you further. He wants to call you out on being such a needy girl for him, for being so obedient when he’s only just begun to show you how much he wants. 

And he desperately wants to tease you about the effect he had on you earlier today, when he ignited his Saber and ended the hunt within the blink of an eye. He noticed your body’s reactions to his violent movement, recognized the signs in the way your thighs clenched tightly when he strutted your way and ordered you never to act so recklessly again. He spent hours in the cockpit convincing himself that he shouldn’t take advantage of you, but the longer he spent on those little hitched breaths and the way you eyed him whenever he walked by to fix something, it occurred to him that he may not be taking advantage after all. 

Maybe you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. 

And maybe, just maybe, you wanted more than his touches. Maybe you wanted his heart. 

Maker, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you said those words to him. 

So he grows quiet and shoves his own dreams aside, knowing that he would rather have you this way than not having you at all. 

As he lowers his pants, he smirks down at you and winks when you turn away embarrassed at being caught shamelessly licking your lips at his physique. He wasn’t muscular necessarily, but you could tell his body was used to exertion and exercised the right muscles to help him accomplish his job. 

“The way you look at me mesh’la…fuck, makes me so fucking hard, makes me wish I can keep you in my bed all the time and fuck you whenever I please.” His hopes spill without a second thought, and he wants to apologize for presuming that you’d ever agree to such a thing, but then he notices the way you reach for his thighs and beg him to touch you with those wanton eyes of yours and he can’t help but tease you a bit more. 

“Hmm, you’d like that baby? You’d like it if I kept you in my arms every night, sunk my cock in that tight, wet cunt of yours till I filled you with my seed. Tell me sweet thing, you want me to make space for you here, so you don’t ever want to leave me?” He prays his desperation doesn’t come off too strongly for you, but the prayer is cut short when you nod frantically at him and whimper his name like he had the key to everything you’ve ever wanted. 

“Please Din, don’t keep me away from you anymore. I want you, all the kriffing time…want to kiss you and touch you and make you feel good. I want- no, I need you Din. Please? Don’t shut me out, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t- don’t…” Din’s smile falters briefly when he sees how unhinged you’ve become in your requests and he throws out whatever caution he still reserved for you, lunging forward and covering your body with his own in the blink of an eye. 

“Sweet girl, you want me this much?” The genuine curiosity in his voice catches you off guard because up until this point, you thought he could see through each and every desire your heart displayed for him.

“Yes Din, I- I always want you. It- having you touch me and kiss me won’t ever be enough…it won’t. I want to be with you every waking moment and- and every night. If you’ll have me…only if hmphh-” He cuts your revelations short with his lips, wrapping his arms around your tired form and making space for himself in between your thighs as he takes your breath away with his tongue. You bring him as flush to you as possible, not caring for how difficult you’re beginning to find it to breathe. All you knew was that you desperately wanted to have him, in every way possible. 

And as you feel his hips thrust against your heated core, you quickly cross your legs behind his back and move your own lower body against him for some more friction. His cock nestles perfectly against your slit and you cry out beneath him when you feel just how hot and heavy and thick he feels. 

Din breaks the kiss reluctantly, and he pulls away far enough to take a look at you as he finally gives the two of you what you’ve been craving for so long. 

“Mesh’la, I- I must have you. I’ve thought of this moment so often and I believed I would have more patience. But I can’t wait any longer, I need to have you…need to feel your walls stretch around my cock.” He lets go of you and slips his hand between your sweaty bodies, looking down at where the two of you are almost connected and touching your forehead with his in a silent request. 

“Din, I want you to fuck me hard…don’t hold back, I want to feel you with every breath I take.” You lean up and kiss his aquiline nose, breathing heavily against him when he drags the tip of his cock in between your wet lips. As he nudges your aching clit time and again, you feel your lungs almost collapse on themselves at the promise of what’s to come. 

Just when you’re about to plead for him again, Din slowly inches his cock into your pussy, shoulders shaking intensely as he feels your hot, tight walls swallowing him whole. He huffs against your cheeks several times in an attempt to hold himself back so he doesn’t hurt you, but you dig your nails into his back and urge him on, chest rising and falling rapidly as you feel him stretch your cunt around his dick. 

“Oh fuck, f-ffuck…you’re so kriffing tight ‘round me.” He barely manages to whisper as he pushes deeper into you, his heart threatening to leap out of his chest the harder your walls spasm around him. He can hear how wet you are, and he swears beneath his breath when he realizes that he may have not prepared you enough for him. But then you cross your ankles tightly and force him to bring his body even closer to you, allowing him to push those remaining inches in your pussy suddenly until there isn’t space between your forms. 

When you’re finally able to breathe again, you look at Din and gasp at seeing how focused he seems to be. All it takes is one look into his eyes to know what he’s been holding from you all this time and you lean over and nip at his chin as he moves off of you before slamming his cock inside you again. You throw your head back at the force of his movement, unable to fathom how it was still possible for him to hit every little bit of you that you didn’t know could bring you even closer to the edge again. 

“Din-”

“Sweet girl, you’re perfect. Fucking perfect,” Din nuzzles into your neck, and although he knows that he’s sweating hard and should probably give you some space so you can breathe, he can’t bring himself to remove his skin from your own, wanting to feel every bit of your body sliding against his own as he claimed your soul. 

“You have no idea how- pfassk, how long I’ve dreamt of this…I wanted you for so long baby, and now that you’re here, with my cock carving your tight cunt so sweetly so you can take me, I- I don’t think I’ll ever want to let you go. I won’t, never…never going to let you go.” His words light a different fire in your chest, and you open your eyes just a little to look at him as he confessed to you everything you wanted to hear from him. 

“I’m yours Din,” you cry for him as he slams down hard and deep into you, filling you with his cock perfectly until you can feel every ridge and ever protruding vein pass against your sensitive walls. You can feel that familiar burning sensation taking home in your stomach again, and although you want to beg him to make you come, you hold back from those words, not wanting to be selfish in your pleasure that you don’t let him chase his own. With each harsh and punishing thrust, you find yourself wishing you can feel him everywhere all at once. 

“Mine, fucking mine…won’t let you leave me. You’re mine baby, you hear that? You’re fucking mine.” He growls those words against your breasts, and you don’t realize you’re crying until he drags his fingers across your face to wipe the tears away before trailing his hand down your cheeks to your neck and closing his fingers around you. The force of his actions is all you need to push you over the edge, and you forget that you weren’t supposed to tell him those three words until he willingly said to you first. 

“I- I love you, oh maker…I love you Din. Please, come for me…come inside me, fill me with your seed. Make me yours!” You’re screaming your deepest and darkest secrets to him, not realizing that Din was filing those wonderful words in his heart to fill the gaping hole that was begging for attention ever since he hired you. 

“You mean that cyar’ika?” He asks in the heat of the moment, never once slowing down because if he was going to come, then he was going to wait until he was sure you felt the same way. 

A part of you doesn’t want to answer him, pretend that you never heard his question and that you didn’t just tell him what you promised you’d never say. But then you look down and see hope and something more fearful swimming in his eyes, and you can’t hold back anymore. 

“Yes, I- I do Din. I love you…so much.” 

Your words ring in his ears for a few moments, and he sighs in relief as he sinks down against you and pushes his cock one last time inside your aching cunt before he breathes those words back to you. 

“You’ve had my heart ever since I saw you cyare,” he may not have said those exact same words to you, but you knew in your heart that he meant them. When he kisses you again, it’s less frantic but just as desperate as the many other times he filled your mouth with his tongue. As he fills you with his cock, you feel a sense of relief wash over you at finally being with Din in all the ways you dreamt. 

He’s slow and steady now, and you think it might be because he now knew that you aren’t going anywhere, that every bit of your heart and soul never wanted to part from him again. It’s almost too intense for you, the delicious drag of his dick against your tight walls, but then he stills for a brief moment and you swear you can feel his cock twitching inside you, begging for a release. 

“Please Din, come for me. I want to feel you fill me with your cum mark every inch of me.” 

It’s all he needs to hear to pull out one last time and thrust back into you with as much force as he can muster up. You push your fingers into his hair and pull him towards your neck as you pray his name over and over again, the rush of heat filling your cunt making you burn with a warmth unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He growls his release against your neck, biting down harshly as he empties himself inside you. The two of you are messy with each others’ fluids but neither of you care as Din sinks his weight on top of you and feels your pussy clench tightly around him, milking him dry until his cum leaks down your thighs. Your mixed release brings a smile to his face, and he licks the bruises he’s left behind so they don’t look too jarring the following day. 

Neither of you dare to move an inch for a while, and it’s not until Din feels your chest barely rising and falling that he finally gets off and looks down at you. He finds a hazy smile widening on your features, and he can’t help but lean down and kiss you until the same smile appears on his own handsome face. 

The two of you continue to look into each other’s eyes until Din feels your cunt spasm around him all of a sudden. He hisses when your thighs attempt to close around his hips again, and before he can grow hard again, he slips out of you and falls to the side, bringing you into his chest without caring for the mess the two of you have made of his sheets. 

He looks down at you and raises a curious eyebrow when he notices the way you’re eyeing him already. 

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just…I never thought you’d look this pretty underneath that helmet of yours.” You would have been too shy to say something so frank to him a few hours ago, but after everything he’s done, you think he might genuinely appreciate your honesty during such an intimate moment. 

“Pretty? Didn’t think you can call men pretty, mesh’la.” He wraps his arm around you to bring you even closer to him, and you laugh as you reach over and kiss his jaw, the scruff of his beard tickling you in the most enticing way. 

“Well, I just did. If you have any problems with that, take it up with my boss.” You nudge him with your nose, and giggle when he slips his hand down and lightly smacks your ass. 

“Oh yeah, I might just do that.” It’s Din’s turn to lean down and kiss your forehead, and you shut your eyes to relish in the softness he had no trouble displaying to you now that you were finally on the same page. 

“But be careful, he’s a little rough around the edges.” You hide in his chest when he narrows his eyes at you, but the gasps turn into giggles when he pushes you beneath him again and attacks you with more kisses and nips. 

“You- ahh, stop it, you didn’t let me finish.” You try to get out of his grasp but Din is much stronger than you, and he continues to assault you with more love bites until he sees you truly struggling to breathe in between laughs. 

“Tell me then.” His voice is hoarse, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted to go again with you. 

“He’s a little rough around the edges,” you repeat again, slipping your hand from his grip so you can intertwine your fingers in between his and hold his attention. He furrows his eyebrows when he sees you bring his hand to your face and loosen the hold you have around it. You muster up the courage to look into his eyes once more as you turn his hand around and bring his palm to your mouth, laying the softest of kisses at the center of his skin before moving your lips down to his wrist and kissing it as well. Din’s breath hitches in his throat at the soft gesture and he bites into his lower lip when he sees just how genuine you are with him. 

“But he is the sweetest man I’ll ever know. And I’m beyond lucky that he loves me as much as I love him.” 

Din waits until you finish marking his skin with your heated kisses before he flips your smaller hand into his own and brings your knuckles to his lips. He shuts his eyes and caresses your fingers with his mouth, leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of each of your fingers before holding your knuckles to his bruised lips. 

“Believe me, cyare, he loves you more than you love him…more than you’ll ever know.” 

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New Discoveries, in Good Hands

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Trans Rose Tyler, Facial Shaving, Minor Ninth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler, Touchy-Feely, Intimacy, Innuendo, Season/Series 01, Flirting, Denial, Trans Male Character, Fluff Wordcount: 3084 Summary:

Jack shows Rose what shaving is like. Rose enjoys more of it than she thought she would. (Or, Rose's first steps towards self-discovery.)

Rose is always surprised by how barren Jack’s room seems compared to her own. She tells herself it’s just a matter of time spent onboard the TARDIS, but she still pauses to frown at all the empty space. Even his bed is neatly made where her own remains in a constant state of disarray. The only reminders that he’s still living here at all are a spare t-shirt thrown over a chair and the sound of running water from the adjoining bathroom.

She makes her way over to him. She doesn’t knock, and didn’t when she entered in the first place, but she does call his name when she pokes her head in. “Jack?”

He turns back to acknowledge her, smiling beneath the beneath foamy wisps left of his shaving cream, though Rose is more distracted by his lack of a shirt and the dark hair spread down his chest that he hasn’t shaved. He leans against the sink, still dripping from where he’s been splashing himself clean, a straight razor held in place beneath his palm. “The Doctor sent you to fetch me?” he asks. Rose forces her eyes back up to his face, which Jack notices. It only makes his grin wilder as he angles himself to give her a better view. At that, Rose has to look away entirely, torn between laughing at his familiar confidence and flushing hot from head to toe. 

“Something like that. You were running late. He notices.” Sometimes it feels like the Doctor has Rose’s morning routine better memorized than she does. He might fail to pick up on when she’s upset if it’s right in front of his face, but never if it makes her miss her usual breakfast. There’s a subtle pull at Jack’s mouth when she’s done speaking, a brief pinch around his eyes, gone by the time he’s turning to the sink to finish shaving. 

“I had… a long night. Slept through my alarm. I’m almost done here.” The pause makes Rose want to push him for more, and she would if she knew where to start. It’s only a matter of time. No matter how good he is at hiding his secrets, he can’t stop himself from inviting them in to look for them. He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want Rose and the Doctor to know eventually, but whenever that might be isn’t today, so Rose is left searching for something else to say.

“He also said to ask what your opinion on sea monsters is,” she falls back on. Despite avoiding the earlier subject, nothing about Jack comes off as defensive. He hums a simple note as he washes shaving cream off the razor and asks,

“With or without tentacles?” Rose blinks. 

“Is that important?” she asks.

“Incredibly,” he answers. She watches the slow, practiced glide of the razor against the side of his chin, catching a few final hairs. He tilts his head slightly to get the angle right, showing off the curve of his neck to her. When Rose meets his eyes again through the bathroom mirror as he relaxes, he says, “Enjoying the show?”

“You like having an audience.” Jack leans down to cup his hands in the stream of water and splash his face. The razor rests at his side, the edge still foamy with cream and short, dark hairs. He pats himself dry with a towel, drops it against the sink, and then reaches out a hand towards her. Rose takes it without hesitation, stepping closer. Jack brings it up to the side of his face, resting her fingers against freshly shaven skin to feel the difference. Rose trails them down along his jaw and up again until she can cup his cheek in her palm. Jack’s eyes shut as he leans into her hand, relaxed and happy. In a week, maybe less, she knows she’ll be able to feel the rough beginnings of new stubble on his face. Something twinges in her chest as she thinks about watching that happen while she stays exactly the same. She frowns, not sure why that would even bother her.

She lets the expression fall away before Jack’s eyes open again. “Do I have to tell you you’re gorgeous? You seem to know already,” she teases. Jack nudges against her hand again playfully before she withdraws it.

“Never hurts,” he says. “Especially now that you’ve seen all the work I put in to stay that way. Unlike our Doctor.” Rose’s heart flutters with the ease with which Jack says ‘our’. “Do we even know if he ever shaves, or do you think he tells his chin hairs off sternly and they fall out in shame?”

“Sonics them away, I reckon,” Rose says, nodding as she lets her hand drop. The motion brings her gaze down to Jack’s chest again, and the speed at which she snaps her eyes back up to his makes her peeking even more obvious that last time. She can just feel Jack about to tease her about it, so she says the first thing that comes to mind to cut him off. “What does it feel like, anyway?” 

“What?” he says, and she can hear the barely restrained flirtation just behind the words, held back to answer her question. “Shaving?” 

“Yeah.”

“You’ve never shaved anything before?” He sounds skeptical. 

“Of course I’ve- That’s different!” Funnily enough, she can’t remember the last time she bothered to, either. No one around to remind her, she supposes. No wonder her legs have felt warmer under her skirts. She resolves to wear something long the next time she visits her mom. If she can’t see anything, she can’t say anything, and Rose can carry on exactly as she is. “I didn’t use shaving cream for my legs.”

“You should,” he says, casually. “You might need more to cover it, but it makes the whole process a lot faster. Less nicks, much more smooth, really prepares you for showing off in fishnets.” Before Rose has a minute to put together the pieces on him knowing all of that, Jack is reaching for his can of shaving cream. “Hold out your hand.”

When Rose does, he gives the can a light shake and spurts some cream onto her hand. The white foam spills messily across her palm from the nozzle. 

“Don’t-” she starts.

“There’s more where that came from,” Jack says, suggestive, completely ignoring her. Rose rolls her eyes. She squishes her fingers through the foam. “Well? How does it feel?” 

“Cold,” she answers. “Soft? A little like lotion.”  The consistency is the same, at least. It feels nice against her skin. Jack’s watching her, thinking. 

She’s still playing with the cream when she hears the water run again. Jack’s wetting the same towel he used to dry his face earlier. He turns back to her, fingers nudging her chin up. “Hold still,” he says. “I don’t want to get your shirt wet.” He dab at the lower half of her face with the warm washcloth. “Not that I’d complain, but I make a habit of only ruining other people’s clothes when they ask for it.” He motions her around with little taps against her jaw, and she follows, making it easier for him to dampen her skin with the hot water. “Which you still could. I’m not giving up hope yet.” He takes her hand in his own, palm up, and scrubs the shaving cream off of it for her before he puts the towel down.

“What are you doing?” Rose asks, though it’s obvious. She thinks she just wants him to say it for her, confirm this isn’t some kind of joke. 

(But even if she didn’t know, she’d still let him. She’s in safe hands with Jack. Very few people have ever made her feel that way.)

“You said you wanted to know what it was like.” He picks up the shaving cream can again. She sees him weigh it in his hand like he’s trying to estimate how much is inside before he shakes it again. He pauses just long enough for her to step out of reach if she wanted to, and when she doesn’t, he puts his hand beneath her chin again. It’s more sure now. He guides her with his thumb solid against her jaw, turning her head slowly to make sure he covers her face with the cream. It tickles more than it did on her hand, and Rose bites her lip to keep from giggling.

“I don’t have anything to shave,” Rose protests, a little late. Her chin and cheeks feel chilled by the shaving cream, but not unpleasantly. There are streaks of it on Jack’s hand as he draws back again. 

“I’m using my imagination,” Jack tells her. He washes his razor off for her, turning it this way and that beneath the sink before examining it to make sure nothing is sticking behind from its last use. It looks well-sharpened, but even when Jack rests it against her cheek for the first time, Rose can’t feel scared. There’s far too much focus in his eyes, even more so than when he was shaving his own face earlier. Very slowly, he scrapes a little of the shaving cream off her cheek. The razor slides against her skin, warm from the water it was under, contrasting against the cream and leaving the space behind it exposed again. “Breathe, Rose,” Jack tells her. She inhales, not realizing she’d stopped until he points it out. 

The next glide of the razor moves in time with her exhale as she holds as still as she can for him. His other hand has found its place beneath his chin again, keeping her steady. When all she can do is memorize the feeling of him touching her, she notices the little differences between him and the Doctor, that the Doctor’s fingers are slightly longer, that Jack’s thumb has more of a callous along the inside of it. The razor moves easily through the shaving cream, and she can see Jack begin to relax the longer it goes without incident, as though he needs more reassurance than she does that he won’t mess up and nick her.

“Smoothest shave I’ve ever given anyone,” he jokes, but his voice is low and warm. Rose swallows. 

Did he mean before that he was imagining her with… with what? Surely not a full beard, not unless he wanted to laugh at her… right? No. Maybe- Well, maybe he wasn’t imagining anything at all, from how concentrated he was.

Or maybe he was seeing her in his mind’s eye with a lazy week’s stubble, gently shaving it off for her. Did he imagine how it felt beneath his hands before when he was preparing her? Was he imagining it now as he rubbed his thumb along the bottom of her jaw? Would he like that, a little scratch of growing hair that she was letting him take care of? Rose’s could hear her own breaths from between her parted lips catching with the thought of all of it. 

Would she like that?

“You alright, Rose?” Jack’s voice pulls her out of her own thoughts before she can scare herself. Scare herself? Is she scared? Her heart is beating faster, but she can’t tell if it’s fear or something else. 

“Fine,” she answers, lying poorly. Jack pauses, and she feels his thumb rub against her jaw again. She focuses on that. 

Safe in Jack’s hands, wherever he’s taking her. 

“I’m okay,” she says, and this time, it’s true. Jack still waits for her to pout and say, “Get back to work, Jack.”

“Yes, sir,” Jack says, a professional snap to the words like a verbal salute that makes Rose bite her lip again. The razor comes back, continuing its journey across her face and smoothing away the shaving cream. 

A few more drags in silence follow before a lopsided grin climbs onto Jack’s face.

“Found one.”

“One what?”

“One little brown hair,” Jack says. He flips the razor for her to see, and it really is the tiniest hair floating in the shaving cream on the blade. Rose stares at it. 

She feels strangely proud that it exists. Even stranger, a little sad that Jack’s shaved it off. 

It’ll grow back, she finds herself thinking.

“Blow on it,” he says. “Make a wish.”

“You’re thinking of eyelashes.” 

“I don’t think the wish will care that much which hair it came from.” She indulges him. She blows a few white drops of shaving cream back onto Jack’s chest. Without thinking, she reaches forward to wipe them off with her thumb. She freezes when she touches him, but it’s far too late to back out now. She brushes her thumb across each speck, following them down along his chest to the last one low against his ribs. Her fingers run over his chest hair as she does. It’s a fight both to make herself not react to that or to go back and explore a little more. Her cheeks are burning, and there isn’t nearly enough shaving cream left to hide it.

“You really didn’t need an excuse if you wanted to feel me up,” Jack says, and he sounds delighted. She almost pulls her hand back, but she stops herself. After all, he started it.

“Then I’m not going to bother with one.” With that, she resolutely slides her hand back up his chest. She feels it rise and fall slightly as he breathes, shift as he moves his arm again to continue shaving her. She curls her fingers to feel his hair move against them, the thick dark patch at the center spreading thinner across his chest. It’s soft. 

No wonder he doesn’t shave it. She’s jealous.

Jealous of what? It’s not like she can’t get her fill of him. Jack will happily let her. 

She tries to shake off the feeling and can’t quite. 

“Do you ever wish you were someone else?” He wipes some spare shaving cream off of her cheek. He’s almost done. Not that there will be much of a difference to show it, Rose thinks. She frowns. 

“In what way?” he asks. “Am I swapping places with someone, or am I turning into someone else?” She wonders how much his answer would change depending on which she chose, but in the end, she can’t pick both.

“The second one. I think.” Her frown deepens. “Sorry. I’m not sure what I’m asking. I’m confusing myself now.”

Jack takes her hand from his chest and lifts it to his mouth, absently kissing her knuckles before he answers. She’s not even sure he registered that he did it, too focused on the razor in his other hand and her question. 

“I like being me,” he says, honestly. “Wasn’t easy to get here, so I think I’ll keep it.” Rose withdraws her hand, touching the spot his lips brushed. “What about you?”

Rose feels the razor make its last pass over her face. Jack lifts it away. Not a single scratch on her. Not a spot of irritation where he wasn’t careful enough. Rose lifts her fingers to her cheek and finds the skin there as smooth as ever. 

“Yeah,” she answers, and she realizes she’s lying. “Who else would I even be?”

Jack passes over her face once more with the warm rag to get the last of the shaving cream off of her. He has to get another to dry her with. Rose enjoys the pampering.

“How about a Rose Tyler who’s been thoroughly kissed?” She turns her head up to let him. Jack’s arms wrap around her back. “Among other things,” he murmurs when he’s done.

“I’d like that.” Jack makes himself easy to get lost in, and right now, Rose wants that. It’s easier than… She’s not sure, but whatever it is, she’d rather be kissing him than facing it. And if Jack’s hands slide down to her waist and lower still, she’s not complaining.

She’s forgotten why she’d come in his room in the first place completely until the Doctor—who knocks as much as Rose did, which is to say, not at all—comes complaining. “Rose, you left thirty minutes ago, what are you-” He cuts himself off, and Rose drops her head against Jack’s shoulder to stifle a laugh. She doesn’t even have to look at the Doctor to picture his expression, rolling his eyes, annoyed that they could possibly think making out against a bathroom sink is a better use of time than what he has planned. Jack’s skin is warm, and they both unmistakably smell like his brand of shaving cream. She rubs her face against him.

“Just finishing up, Doctor,” Jack shoots back. She presses another giggle into his shoulder imagining the way the Doctor’s face must be screwing up in feigned disgust. She manages to get herself under control enough to lift her head and face him.

“What do you think?” she asks.

“About what?” the Doctor says. 

“Rose came in for a shave,” Jack answers. He strokes her chin playfully. “How’s she look, Doctor?”

The Doctor looks her over, once a cursory glance, twice a real study. Rose is curious what exactly he’s seeing. It’s not like she’d had anything to shave. It’s not like anything had really changed, had it?

But the Doctor gives her one of those lovely, genuine smiles, and says, “Most handsome boy in town, I’d say.” Rose’s heart skips a beat, but she tells herself that’s nothing special. The Doctor can always make her feel that way.

She wouldn’t mind him calling her handsome again.

(She wouldn’t mind him calling her a-)

“And me?” Jack wheedles for his own compliment. 

The Doctor lets his smile drop, showily unimpressed as he responds, “You missed a spot.” Jack shakes his head, disbelieving until he reaches up to touch the place the Doctor’s indicating on his own neck and finds a small spread of missed hair right there.

“We’ll wait for you,” Rose tells him, though the Doctor huffs about it and makes a face. He won’t go without her, and she won’t go without Jack, and somehow, they’ll make it work. 

Jack waves her off to follow the Doctor back to the console room.

(“Doctor, settle a bet? Do you shave normally, or do you…”

“Rose, I know you’re not asking me if I can sonic a beard off.”

“Course not. I knew that.”)

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