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skylarmoon71 · 2 years

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HR Wells (Flash) - Chapter 4

The heart to heart with HR has given you confidence you need to do something you should have from the moment you’d gotten away from Eobard. Confide in your friends. Now with them all standing in the cortex, you take a seat.

“I asked you guys to come because I..” You need to gather your thoughts.

“I want to tell you what happened. “ They all seem to know exactly what it is you mean.

“Dr. We…Eoabrd.” You correct yourself.

“He took me because he was…he..he said that he’d gained feelings for me.” Barry doesn’t see that coming.

“Before it all happened, I did care about him. Well I guess I cared about the man I thought he was. He thought that if I was away from you all that he could influence me, persuade me to switch sides. He wanted me to betray you all and be with him.” You’re messing with your fingers, it’s the only distraction you have.

“I refused and so he drove his hand into my gut.”

You press a hand to your stomach. Barry takes a step, but you raise your head, shaking it. You need to get this out. Because there’s a chance you’d never have the courage to do this again.

"He thought I was dead, and I pretended to be. Held on for as long as I could. We weren’t that far from a town, so the second I realized he wasn’t coming back, I dragged myself to the window and left a message there. I couldn’t make it outside. I was lucky enough that the building I was in was somewhere high schoolers like to mess around in. Someone found me. I survived, but even if I didn’t I just…I wanted you guys to know…” You sob, and it pulls at Barry’s heart. Caitlin puts a hand over her lips to stop them from quivering.

“I-I wanted you to know that I would never..would never…” Barry rushed forward, pulling you into his arms and you cried. Harry and the others watch as you practically bawl your eyes out.

“We know.” Barry responds.

“We know.” You bury your face in his chest, for once not worried about how strong you looked.

The events of that day have laid heavy on everyone’s heart.

“Knock knock.” You smile as HR enters the speed lab. You’re sitting at the stairs.

“You know if you knock you don’t have to say the words. “

“Where’s the fun in that?” He starts strumming his drum sticks against the railing. You lean forward, enjoying the crazy personality that is HR Wells.

“So I was thinking, since you’re super swift and fighty, how about you teach me a couple moves.” He swings the sticks in his hand, right before he tucks it into his pocket.

“You want to learn to fight?”

“Sure. The lab is always under attack. What’s one more warrior am I right?” He does little air punches, and you chuckle.

“I guess I could start training you, but you need to be focused HR. No messing around. “

“When have I ever messed around?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Point taken, see you bright and early tomorrow!” He’s dashing off, and you laugh.

“He's such a child.”

It’s a refreshing change, especially now. Maybe HR is what you need to trust again. Not just your friends, but yourself. Harry is the one that strolls through the entrance.

“Why was that moron in such a hurry?”

“He wants to learn how to fight.” You reply.

“Great, now we’ll have to HR proof everything. He’s like a walking bomb.” Harry’s annoyance is fun to watch sometimes. You lean back, letting out a breath. Harry’s eyes settle on you.

“I know why you became a bounty hunter.” You tune back in, eyes shifting to him.

“It made sense. Eobard took that power from you.” Now, you can’t seem to look at him. Leave it to Harry to figure it out.

“Barry's never told me what you were like before, nor has Cisco, but I saw a video. One with the four of you. I saw a side of you I’d never seen before. When he took you that day you changed, and it made you tough. You picked that job because you wanted to catch criminals and help people, the way you had hoped someone would have helped you when he took you. “

Harry sees the tears that are now running down your cheeks, and you don’t wipe them away. You’d spent too many days keeping it all inside. Pretending that you were okay. That he hadn’t left something broken inside you all those years ago.

“He took away the innocence and faith I had. I couldn’t see the good in anyone for so long. I couldn’t date or bond with anyone because I kept waiting for that other shoe to drop. I’ve been trapped in that time. “

“You aren’t anymore.”

You want to believe it, you really do. When Harry takes a seat next to you, he pulls you into his side.

“You’re one of the few people I can tolerate on this earth. Hell will freeze over before I let something happen to you.” You lean your head on his shoulder with a smile.

“Thank you Harry.”

“Of course.”

The silence settles, and you begin to relax, but the rumbling of a stomach catches your attention.

“Big belly burger?” You suggest with a laugh. Harry tries to play off his embarrassment.

“Thought you’d never ask, let's go.” You’re laughing the entire way out.

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signedkoko · 3 months

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OK since requests are open I thought I might as well do another ask with once again Lucifer and Lilith soooo

I ask for Lucifer x Lilith x a human reader, and uhm, maybe when Lucifer and Lilith are out for some reason. Reader gets attacked at the castle? Smthn like that but im mainly asking for maybe some type of one-shot or hcs idk with a human reader that gets hurt badly when lucifer and lilith aren't there and their reaction to such ig.

Otherwise, if you wish to not write this please tell me

And yes, Luci icon twins^^

- 𝐋.𝐁 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Lucifer X Reader X Lilith [Romantic]

In which they aren't there to protect you from bountyhunters, and you end up greatly injured. Reader is genderneutral.

Not many attacks are made on their residence for a reason

You need to be crazy powerful to survive Lucifer, let alone Lilith and the many well-trained servants in the estate

Whoever tried either died gruesomely or was never seen again, huge powerhouses of hell wiped out in an instant

Or two, if Lilith felt like teasing them

Today was not like any other because it was baby Charlie's tenth birthday!

A decade of life was worth a large celebration, and Charlie wanted many of the servants she grew up around to be there

Of course, you were going too! Charlie had always accepted you like a parent, which you were beyond grateful for, and you'd even gotten her something special

Only halfway out the door did you realize you'd forgotten it upstairs, so you excused yourself and told Lilith to go ahead

" I don't want anyone to see! Besides, I'll bring the cool car, and Charlie can ride back in it with me! "

You also enjoyed the idea of letting the birthday girl be with her birth parents for a bit

Only, as you grabbed the present and made your way back downstairs, you heard something shatter

There were still a few guards around the palace, but still, this was nothing good if they knew to attack while the Morningstars were out

Before you could call Lucifer, a shot rang out, your phone falling to the floor as you stared at your bleeding palm

Fuck, fuck, fuck that hurt-

Clutching the present, your attempt to duck was futile as another shot rang, hitting your opposite shoulder and sending you to the floor

The pain was severe, and you knew why—this was no normal gun; it had to have been an angel weapon

" It's just a stupid servant; stop wastin' bullets. "

" But look! They're holding somethin' real nice; it looks like a crown! "

Upon hearing them talk about the gift you got for Charlie, you began crawling away

Bang!

Another shot in the knee; your vision was starting to blur with tears

Before you could get away any further, you felt a kick to your side, which sent you into the wall

" Just grab it and go. Stupid royals are probably on their way already. "

One more kick, straight to your head, and you were out

...

. . .

" ...ke up! Wake up! "

Your head felt fucking terrible, and when you cracked open your eyes even a bit, the light was blinding

As you adjusted, you could hear Lucifer cheering and clapping, and you could make out Lilith on the side of the bed, hushing him with one hand over yours

You could tell you were in their bed, judging by the familiar scent and room, but you had no recollection of what was happening

" Before you ask, the bountyhunters have been dealt with, dear. They hurt you. "

Lilith's voice was calming as always, and she held up your hand to caress it between both of hers, hoping to soothe you

" Bountyhunters...? "

" Thats right, I sure showed them! I wasn't sure which one did it, so Lily and I gave them all special treatment! "

Lucifer seemed proud as he held up his arms as if flexing, but his grin was a little wobbly, and you could tell he was putting up a front

Things started to puzzle together, and that was when you lifted yourself up, holding your head

" Fuck. Poor Charlie, it was her birthday! "

" I'm sure she understands. We didn't want her to worry, so we let her stay at the party while we handled things. She's most worried about you. "

Lilith reached back and propped up the pillows so you could stay seated, making sure you were most comfortable while Lucifer paced

Looking down at the hand she caressed, you noticed it was entirely wrapped in bandages

" They weren't normal guns. "

" Yes, I'm afraid it won't heal very well. But we will make certain you get the best care. "

Standing up, Lilith grabbed Lucifer by the arm and pulled him towards the door

They wanted to make sure you could rest, and a servant entered quickly with a tray of food and a warm beverage

" Oh yes! I can't wait to finish them off. "

" Wait, they're alive? "

" Not for much longer, dear. Lucifer thought we should save the rest for after you woke up. "

" Well, make it extra rough for me. "

You won't have to worry about those who hurt you ever, ever again

Author's Note - I feel so iconic having the lucifer icon pre-episode release, we are a power duo!

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princessbrunette · 10 days

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would reader try and seduce bountyhunter!rafe after he’s kidnapped her ☺️ Imma be honest, if a sexy ass man like that took me a way in the middle of the night, the stockholm syndrome would kick in IMMEDIATELY

i think it would be a veryyyyy slow progression. like he’ll be sat infront of you talking to you like in that video, and you’ll kinda have this distant look in your eye as you stare at him, your eyes jumping from his mouth to his hands to his lap, blinking all slow like a cat bc that stockholm syndrome is kinda setting in, realising he’s actually sooo fine :(

and he’s all “fuck you looking at, huh? m’talking to you.” and you blink yourself back into awareness, all guilty looking that you’d even had those thoughts.

i think on a particularly bad day, he’d be super moody and mean to you because things are just going wrong — and because you’re so used to him giving you attention, you actually start to weirdly miss it when he’s just sat in the shady little motel on the couch watching tv all pissed off. he’s shocked to find you shyly sidling up to him and sitting beside him on the couch starting to paw at him n climb all over him like “s’okay rafe. sorry things aren’t going right.” and even he’s like ????? because you’re apologising? when he essentially kidnapped you???

it makes him feel a little guilty and maybe he even shrugs you off a little like “shit, it’s fine — okay, stop. you don’t have to do that.” avoiding your eyes and you just sit back with a pout like “do you not want me anymore? are you gonna take another girl instead?” and it’s then he realises how much he’s messed with ur head……. but he can’t complain bc you’re finally reciprocating his love it seems???

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bountyhunter!rafe

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shegatsby · 1 month

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Hey, i have this idea in my head where the reader is appointed as Feyd Rautha's right hand (wo)man/bodyguard/assistant? due to the fact that she is a skilled fighter and super smart. Maybe she was a hitman or a bountyhunter and the baron is obviously overprotective of his heir.

So if you're interested you could write about that

A/N; HI! Thank you so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it, I've made the reader bisexual for some reason idk. lol

Warnings; Fighting, blood.

Words; 1.189K

You were on your knees in front of the vicious Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, who rules the House Harkonnen. His populous watching the ceremony, screaming and applauses echoed in the large arena. You have defeated hundred man and women and you deserved to be the Na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s right hand. Before you path led you to Giedi Prime you were a bountyhunter, hunting people and not caring about the cause just in it for the money and you were caught by the Harkonnen soldier, in order to prove your worth you fought in the arena and earned your place. It was this or death and you weren’t going to die. Not today at least. Ever since Baron made Feyd-Rautha his heir Feyd was getting more and more important and when his former right hand who was a useless man almost caused Feyd-Rautha his death Baron Vladimir executed that man and announced that he was looking for a new right hand, many applied for the job and died in the arena except you.

You could feel the blood covered sand on your knees, you were covered in your enemies blood, both of your hands holding your knives, you loved to fight with two knives.

Baron Vladimir holding the ancestral sword, floating in the air, ‘’May you serve well.’’ He said and touched the sword on your shoulders and head, ‘’Rise.’’

As you stood up you greeted the crowed, your heart beating so fast due to the adrenalin, your blood running hot lava, crowed cheered you. At the top, where politicians and royal family members seated you saw him, Feyd-Rautha…

You were taking to spa room where a stone hot tub waiting for you to cleanse and refresh. You took of your clothes and jumped in, a slave came to wash your hair and massage your arms and shoulders, she was a pretty one. ‘’You fought well my lady.’’ She was rubbing your thick arms, years of fighting and surviving made your body fit and more muscular than other women here. You turned to face her, she was bald like the others, her eyes green and full lips, ‘’You think so?’’ screaming in the arena made your voice rougher than usual. You watched her blush, she nodded, you eyed her up and down, she had a regular black slave clothing, tight around her body, she seemed innocent and warm. After evry fight you loved to fuck a good cunt so you grabbed her throat and made her kiss you. She was startled at first but gave in, she had to, she was a slave after all.

You heard a rough cough, you turned to see who dared to disturb your moment with this cute slave and it was Feyd-Rautha. ‘’Having fun?’’ he asked jokingly, he made the slave leave, this was the first time you were seeing him in person. ‘’Greetings my Na-Baron.’’ You didn’t care that you were naked, ‘’When you are finished my servants will take you to your quarters and show you around. Later, find me.’’ He said coldly and left.

It had been five years since that meeting and you have kept your place secure. Your job wasn’t easy and you had to be alert at all times and yet you enjoyed the danger. The possibility of an attack aroused you and you found yourself going on hunts with Na-Baron every week in the main forests of the Planet. It was a heavy industrialized planet but the Harkonnens kept the main few forests.

Over the years you became friends, sharing meals together, making plans etc. And the time came to leave Giedi Prime and reclaim Arrakis, Dune. Glossu Rabban He inherited the Harkonnen penchant for sadism and cruelty, but not the cunning. He was best known for his tyrannical and vastly ineffective governance of Arrakis during the Harkonnen fiefdom of the desert planet, as well as during the insurgency of the Fremen led by Paul Muad'Dib. He earned the nickname "Beast" when he killed his father, Abulurd Harkonnen. The Baron planned to let Glossu rule the planet for a time through fear and terror so that when his favored nephew, Feyd-Rautha (Rabban's younger brother) took over, the new ruler would be welcomed as a hero. His horrid treatment of the Fremen on Arrakis prompted a lengthy rebellion that interfered with spice harvesting and production on the planet.

He did a bad job and Feyd was sent to fix it. The travel was easy but the conditions were harsh on the planet. As soon as you arrived Feyd made you find Rabban and bring him to Feyd. You did as you were ordered and he made you hit Rabban’s knee to make him fall flat to the ground, you heard Feyd’s cold voice. ‘’You humiliated our family, you humiliated me. Kiss my foot or die.’’

Rabban kissed Feyd’s foot in front of the soldiers, ‘’We’re even now.’’ Feyd said and moved to the planning room. On Giedi Prime you and Feyd made plans for Arrakis and it was time for action. ‘’My Na-Baron, Fremens don’t know the change in command, it is best if we attack know the get ahead of them.’’ You shared your plan, Feyd-Rautha looked up from the holograms to face you, ‘’Smart. You heard her!’’ he yelled, ‘’Get ready!’’

You were right, Fremens were ambushed and plenty of slaves were taken from their homes to serve. It was a clear message to the Fremens.

At night when the palace which was built by the Harkonnens 80 years ago was quiet, you couldn’t sleep, your senses were telling you that something was up and you decided to get dressed, dismissed the slave girls and boys from your room and take as troll on the corridors.

You were right again, captured Fremens were rioting and escaped the cell they were in. You ran to Na-Baron’s room and woke him up, told him about the situation. He bolted to his feet and alarmed the soldiers, before he left with you he held your hand, after years this was the first time of physical connection, ‘’What would I do before you?!’’ it wasn’t a question, it was his way of appreciating your efforts in these five years. You nodded and walked next to him, you and him were inseparable.

The dark corridors were packed with Fremen soldiers and they knew how to fight. You and Feyd were kicking and pushing who were on your way, slashing with your knives, you could hear him laugh, you two were a good team and tonight was the show of it.

Harkonnen soldiers were brutal, they didn’t care who they killed, servants were slaughtered as well. When the fighting was done the Arrakis’s sun was rising for a new day, you were panting and covered in gore and blood same as Fyed-Rautha. He was watching you, observing how you fight and relax… he was impressed. He closed the space between the two of you and whispered in your ear, ‘’Come to my room.’’ It was an order. You could see his pupils dilated, adrenalin running in his and your veins, you followed behind.

Thank you for reading. :)

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cherryxsang · 1 year

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐖

Outlaw!San x Bountyhunter!Reader (afab) Genre: smut Word count: 3.7k Warnings: POSSIBLY TRIGGERING BRIEF SEXUAL VIOLENCE (San tries to attack the reader for sexual reasons but doesn't actually do anything), dub con (San is drunk), physical fighting, handcuffs, penetrative sex, handjob, oral sex (m and f), spit kink, hate sex?, filthy dialogue

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You tried to keep your nerves at bay as you reached for the door of the bar on a night you’d been searching for for weeks. It wasn’t the building you were searching for, but a certain person you were hunting. One of your sources had tipped you off that he would be in that very building on that very night.

You stepped inside and quickly scanned everything around you. Although the bar was brightly lit, it was also quite busy, and you didn’t see him just yet. You tugged at the itchy frills of your dress and followed your senses. If I were an outlaw, where would I be, you asked yourself. That question lead you to a counter located near the back of the building. It was slightly less illuminated and not as packed with people.

Your heart pounded with excitement when your eyes focused in on the silhouette of one man. Your gut told you that you’d found him. As you carefully approached, you caught a glimpse of his profile and knew immediately from his wanted pictures that he was your man. Here we go, you thought.

Unlike most women who walk into a saloon after sunset, you weren’t there looking to wow him, at least not as your final goal. You were there to trap him. He had a hefty bounty on his head, and you had found that you were a natural at this kind of thing.

You scooted yourself onto a stool near the outlaw, keeping a close eye in your peripheral while also appearing cool. As you leaned your elbows on the bar counter you felt his heavy gaze take its post on you. “A bourbon, please,” you smiled at the bartender.

A chuckle to your right. You looked over as an unknowing stranger, your eyes wide with feigned innocence. That was the first time you gazed into the cat-shaped eyes of Choi San. The same dark and weathered, yet still young and curious eyes that had seen every one of his crimes. Ten known murders and an estimated thousands worth of stolen goods, among other things. You hated yourself for noticing how attractive those eyes were.

Through dark and droopy—probably drunk—eyelashes, he looked your feminine form up and down. “Sorry, miss,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, “I just wouldn’t have expected a pretty little thing like you to walk into a place like this.”

You smiled at him—a fake one, you were sure—and responded in your nicest voice, “Well, sir, I did expect to see a handsome man like yourself, see.”

He flashed a cocky smile as his gaze dropped down to his drink. “You city women are a peculiar treat,” he said in a low voice. It made your confidence waver just a bit. Had he already become suspicious of your character? Should you have put on a smooth, slow drawl to match his? You cleared your throat and shooed the thoughts away.

Ignoring what he had said, you spoke again, remaining composed. “If I’m not mistaken- Did I notice that you’re alone tonight? Would be a shame.” You fingered the condensation on your drink glass, anxious for his response.

“I’m always alone, miss.” You rolled your eyes at his vague and, you judged, pompous answer, but nonetheless began to plan your next move. That is, until you felt the vibration of the stool next to yours moving. You inhaled deeply, instinctively ghosting your hand over the pocket-sized pistol that was strapped to your thigh under your dress, but allowing San to take the seat beside you. “That don’t have to mean physically, though,” he added.

You giggled through your teeth, watching a warm smile grace his soft but masculine features. Now that he was close, you noticed how large he was—not especially tall, but muscular. A true farmhand’s build. How charming. That was also when you realized that you had placed your hand on his arm to flirt with him. It wasn’t a conscious choice, just a reflex. Still, all part of the job.

“Can I buy that for you?” he motioned to your drink. Sensing an opportunity arising, you answered with a cunning “sure.”

“Perhaps I could repay you in some way,” you said softly and avoiding eye contact, acting shy. The look San gave you sent a chill down your spine. It was as if you could see his mind switch gears, see the tunnel vision activate. His face darkened, his eyebrows resting shiftily above his eyes and his polite smile fading with seriousness. But it only lasted a second, and then dimples melted back into his tan skin.

“It would be much obliged,” he almost whispered, his voice sweet like molasses. It made you weirdly nervous. You were silently puzzled by the fact that you felt your trust in yourself dwindling. You can do this, you reminded yourself. Your internal quarrel was interrupted by San reaching very suddenly for your hand. “You know,” he started mindlessly, toying with your fingers. You kept stern eye contact, reminding yourself not to be fooled by his prowess and to keep your guard up. “Despite your cold reputation, you city ladies are really quite friendly.”

He looked at you and you smiled politely, telling him, “I’m full of surprises, sir.” Never breaking eye contact, you added, “And can I have my ring back?” You probably shouldn’t have said it, as it could set him off and ruin your chances of getting the bastard caught. You didn’t care about the ring anyhow, it was a simple prop. But he was cocky, attempting to steal your ring right in front of you. And you were annoyed.

San gave you wide eyes of surprise but quickly covered himself with a laugh. Holding your ring on the tip of his pointer and examining it, “Let me pay you for it with another drink,” he said smugly, dropping the ring in his pocket plainly. “It’s not worth much anyways.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Or…” You raked your fingers up and down the cowboy’s denim-clad thigh. “Spend the night with me and we’ll call us even.”

San dipped his head in feigned shyness. He kept his head down for a second too long and it made you uneasy. You knew he was imagining all the things he might be able to get away with doing to you. “You are something, city miss. You don’t even know my name.” He maintained a teasing smile.

“Mine is Y/N,” you offered.

“San,” he returned, pulling your hand to his mouth for a kiss. All calculated, you reminded yourself. “There’s an inn next door,” he suggested.

“Let’s go.” The two of you stood up, abandoning your own drink while San quickly finished his off. He replaced his hat and led you out of the saloon. The walk to the bedroom you would be occupying was clouded by a war within your head. You didn’t know what it was exactly. You knew your plan was to get him alone, handcuff him and bring him straight to the police’s attention. But there was a nerve-wracking feeling deep down that you didn’t trust yourself this time. You didn’t know what exactly you were worried about, you’d done this all before after all, but nonetheless something felt strange. There was some part of yourself that you felt you weren’t in control of.

Those thoughts were interrupted when you arrived at your rented room which San had ever-so-kindly paid for. He let you in first then closed the door. “Finally,” he sighed darkly. The next thing you knew, you were off your feet, caught completely off guard. San had picked you up by your waist and thrown you roughly onto the mattress. He was quick to climb on top of you, thighs around your waist and with a tight grip on either wrist. Even drunk, the bastard was damn strong.

“Get off me, you fucker!” you shouted, blindsided by the sudden danger. You were painfully aware of the cold metal of your pistol on your thigh, so close but entirely out of reach.

“I’ve been waiting too fucking long for this.” The two of you struggled, meanwhile San had let one of your hands go to allow himself to fumble his belt undone. You began to desperately punch him as hard as you could. All the while he was staring you in the eye expressionless. “You’ll lay still and take me, stupid whore.”

Once he had unzipped his jeans, he began pulling at your dress. As he worked the mess of fabric up your thighs, he unintentionally revealed your weapon. He shot you a look like he was scared, his brows furrowed and eyes wide. “What are you?” he asked frantically.

He was weakened by his confusion and you were able to twist away from him, your feet hitting the floor. He quickly grabbed you again, but now you were able to kick him back by his stomach. You tried to calm your nerves while he was down and reached for your gun. This has gotten out of hand, you told yourself. I have to end it.

Before you could cock the pistol, San grabbed it by its barrel. He pushed you backwards until you hit a wall. You shouted as your head hit the hard wooden door frame and continued to wrestle for your gun. Again, San just stared expressionless. He was probably petrified. He was fighting for his life, but so were you. “You shouldn’t have fucked with me,” he whispered. “But I hope you’re having as much fun as I am,” he smirked. With his body pressed against yours, you happened to notice that he was rock hard. You didn’t do anything with that information except get the idea to knee him hard in his groin.

When he fell to the ground you quickly spun around to his back side and pointed your ready gun at him. You still had another tool on your body: a set of handcuffs in an inside pocket of your dress. The realization gave you an idea: Stick to the original plan. But you needed to get him near the bed first. So you climbed onto the mattress, your pistol still locked on San. Sure enough, as soon as he got to his feet, he jumped on the mattress with you, reaching for your gun again. But you were ready for him, grabbing him by his neck and throwing him down with all your adrenaline-fueled strength. His skull hit the headboard in a thud and you sat on his chest, the handcuffs already in your hand. You dropped your pistol and through a struggle managed to chain his hands together, looped around the headboard so he couldn’t move.

Stepping back, you took a few seconds to ensure he was immobilized and to catch your breath. You thought you imagined at first when San started to laugh maniacally. A drop of blood slowly rolled down his forehead, meanwhile he grinned. “What are you?” he asked again. “Bounty hunter?”

Proud of the work you accomplished tonight, you told him honestly, “Yes.”

He continued to laugh, mumbling to himself, “Fuck me. City miss. Bounty hunter. I thought you were just an odd whore.” He adjusted his legs, seemingly getting himself comfortable as he accepted his fate. He wiped his blood on his denim jacket. “You have no idea how much fun that was. Between us, I like a feisty woman.”

You took a step closer to him. “You were hard,” you said flatly.

He grunted in response, rolling his head toward you. “You’re gorgeous. And you put up a hell of a fight, Y/N.”

“You’re gorgeous, too, actually.” What’s the harm in telling a man likely soon to face death row? “When I heard your description…your crimes…I wasn’t imagining something like you.”

He listened intently. The first time that night that you felt he was really hearing what you said, it was when you were praising him. He was disgusting, and yet look at him; Chained up and submissive. At your complete disposal. You thanked the heavens for your occupation as a bounty hunter and not a member of the police force. There were no rules against what you had now accepted you wanted to do.

You simply undid your dress, allowing it to pool at your feet. San was silent, just watching for whatever you would do next. “You’re going to fuck me, cowboy. Then we’ll be even.”

He laughed harder than before, his broad chest heaving. “You really are a whore.”

You punched his mouth. That shut him up. Then your eyes trailed to the tall tent in his jeans. You finished what he had started earlier, unzipping them all the way and fishing his rock-solid dick out. It was tall and veiny, leaking and frustrated. You felt your arousal spill at the sight. You pulled his jeans down to his knees and then you straddled him, hovering above his hard-on.

You undid the buttons of his leather vest, exposing his swollen abs and pecs. You threw his hat across the room and examined the wound on the top of his scalp. You dabbed the blood with the bed sheet and then carefully combed your fingers through his bangs. You took care with him now as in a moment of weakness, you let your mind wander straight into fantasy. If only this deadly, gorgeous man had a soul, you thought. Maybe you would try to make him yours. Still, you took pride in being the only woman to ever take him down and make him feel weak.

“Don’t fall in love with me,” he teased you, sensing your hatred for him slipping.

You grabbed him by the neck and pushed his stupid head against the hard wood of the head board. “Don’t you fucking dare,” you said.

“Then just fuck me already, will you?” he spat, fed up. His dick was still standing there all alone in the cold room and you guessed it was painful for him. Good.

You peeled your underwear off of your already sweaty body and slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, facing away from him as you couldn't bring yourself to look at the bastard’s face any longer. He felt even bigger inside of you and he had a beautiful curve, effortlessly brushing against your sweet spot with every movement. You and San let out a unison moan as you bottomed out and your walls fluttered around him.

He was silent now as you rode him. No snide comments as you finally gave him what he really wanted all along. But you couldn’t complain about what he wanted because you were giving yourself a little treat too. If he’s going to be arrested and likely executed, why not make him useful while he has the chance?

You rubbed your clit against San’s pubic bone, the friction causing you to tense around him with each grind of your hips, much to San’s delight. He was shameless, a moaning, whiny mess behind you. He was breathing heavily and you imagined by the way he was tugging at his restraints that if his hands were free they’d be all over you right now. A part of you longed to feel those arms. Not San’s, you reminded yourself, but maybe someone’s.

You settled to fuck yourself stupid on the outlaw’s dick. You held his thighs as you sought out the feeling of sharp, quick thrusts. You moved rhythmically, tensing and relaxing your muscles, allowing yourself to revel in the sensation of being stuffed full.

Soon enough, San started going crazy beneath you, tugging harder at his handcuffs, his thighs twitching. That was your cue to lift your hips. You weren't about to let a criminal place some kind of mark on you with his seed. Plus you weren’t done with him. San groaned deeply at the loss of sensation. You turned around and he looked like he wanted to kill you right then and there. “What the fuck, Y/N?” he hissed sharply.

“You piece of shit,” you retorted, “We just started. You need to make me cum, too.” You brushed his lips, which were slightly swollen from your earlier punch, with two fingers and without verbal direction he obeyed and opened his mouth. “Let me see that tongue,” you whispered to yourself, meaning to only say it in your head.

“I don’t-”

“Shut up,” you said before grabbing a handful of his hair and directing his mouth to your pussy as you crawled forward. Despite his apparent resistance, he obediently stuck his tongue out for you and lapped at you like a starved man. You grinded against his tongue, seeking more. “Suck me,” you said, and he did just that, wrapping his swollen lips around your clit. You didn’t need to give him any further instruction, he knew just what to do as he continued to happily drink up every last bit of your arousal and paid close attention to your clit. You came undone with a string of high-pitched moans and kept a hand in his hair so he couldn’t get away, not that you thought he’d ever try to. He continued to gently work you through your orgasm, and you laughed, “You might hate me, San. You might want me dead, but you still can’t get enough of my pussy, can you?”

He disconnected from you and looked up with puppy eyes. “Please let me cum, miss.” How sweet, you thought. Miss. You had apparently broken him when you didn't even really mean to. You tried your best not to smile at his cute, pitiful state and instead busied yourself with licking your arousal off of his chest. The mixture of cum and sweat was salty but sweet in a way. You licked up the crevice between his pecs and then swirled your tongue around one of his nipples. He hummed happily. “No one’s ever done that before,” he said.

“Which part?”

“Everything you just did.” There was a gentleness to his voice now. You knew it was just that he was more desperate than ever to cum and was trying to play his cards right to get there. But a part of you couldn’t help but enjoy it in the moment. Not that you were going soft, you told yourself. It was just sweet how a man as big and tough as San was always, at the end of the day, a slave to his own dick.

You turned around again, sitting your wet pussy on his belly and wrapped your hand around his dick. You dropped a string of spit onto his cock head and spread it around with a couple of soft pumps. San moaned again behind you, once again chasing his long-awaited orgasm (although it hadn't been that long, he was just impatient). You continued pumping his shaft with one hand, while the other alternated between massaging his balls and teasing his tip. “It’s good, miss,” he whispered mindlessly. Sleepily. Drunkenly. Why did it make your hands move faster? “Feels so good…” When he started to stir again, you bent down, sticking your pussy in his face and sucked on his tip, tonguing the slit while your hands still worked him too.

A long and strained “Fuuuuuck,” told you he was close and you started pumping him as fast as you could, grabbing and sucking harder. Just a few pumps and you felt his warm seed spurting out into your mouth, felt his thighs quake, heard the pleasing aria of breathy and tired moans behind you. You decided you would swallow, if only to not create another mess for the innkeepers.

You looked back at the man you were sat on. He was lying still with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath after his orgasm. You took one last look at his marvelous dick before concealing it again with his jeans–you wanted to leave him some tiny bit of dignity when the police came to find him chained up.

You stood up, ready to call it a night and grab your things, but there was one more thing you just couldn’t shake the feeling that you had to do. “Don’t go,” San teased as you looked down at him.

You leaned down close to San’s face and stared at his lips, hoping he would catch your hint. He did, as he opened his lips just slightly, expectantly. You grabbed his jaw roughly and opened it the rest of the way, spitting on his tongue. “Enjoy the taste of yourself, you dirty fuck.”

He shot a pair of sharpened cat eyes and said, “You really are full of surprises, miss.”

As you slipped into your dress again, your head was full of thoughts. For the most part they were of your plan to get the sheriff to the inn, but there was a strange feeling you couldn’t ignore: Regret. Not of having slept with the San, but of not being able to do it again. It was quite fun. An exciting adventure and an enjoyable fuck, and now it was over. Even though he was a horrible man, you were going to miss him in a way. And though you felt no guilt over his arrest which was to come, you felt compelled to leave him with a goodbye.

“Good luck to you, San,” you said, tucking your forgotten pistol into your dress pocket. “Whatever happens to you, good luck.”

He watched you unamused. He sighed, then said, “You can fuck yourself. And I guess I’ll see you in hell.”

“I’ll see you when you’re being arrested,” you smiled, taking in the sight of the attractive outlaw handcuffed to a stranger’s bed for the last time before closing the door behind you.

From there, you went straight to the police station and informed the sheriff there of the outlaw waiting for his arrest. You led a pair of officers to the bedroom. Another gut feeling was telling you now that something was wrong, and as the officers rushed in, your fear was realized: there was no handsome criminal, just a broken headboard.

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The way to a droid's heart (Cal Kestis x BountyHunter!Reader)

Based on this wonderful request. Always open to hearing more ideas!

Summary: Cal demonstrates what happens to those who mess with you. Warnings: Implied and explicit threats, that's about it Word count: 2.9k

In all the years you’d known him, you’d never understood how Cal Kestis was still alive. When you had met him 6 years ago, you’d been just as idealistic and adventure-seeking as he was. The years that followed, however, had changed you and shaped you for survival. Dreams didn’t get you very far, not in the galaxy like this one.

You’d quickly lost hope of ever becoming a fighter pilot when you’d realized the few rebel cells were dropping like flies, all at the Empire’s hand. One lone pilot wouldn’t make a difference out there, you’d concluded, and from that moment you’d just tried not to end up as space rubble like your parents. You’d ended up as a bounty hunter instead, a damned-good one, and you took what joy you could while chasing bounties all over space.

Cal, on the other hand, never seemed to lose his ambition of defeating the Empire. Not that he’d ever told you that’s what he was doing, of course, but only a space slug could’ve been so blind as to not see it. He wasn’t exactly being subtle, making no effort to conceal the weapon at his side and giving his real name to anyone who might have asked. His ever-growing collection of scars didn’t portray him as a man who sat around waiting for change, either.

Perhaps you’d ask about them, one day.

You watched from the far end of a bar you’d never tried learning the name of, as a stoned-faced Pantoran you didn’t recognize spoke with Cal. You couldn’t quite hear their conversation but, with the way BD-1 had whizzed in boredom for a good 10 minutes before scurrying off to scan whatever he could find, you could deduce they weren’t exactly talking about their latest game of holo-chess.

You turned back to your drink, flipping up your hood and shaking your head softly at the man’s persistence. On the move, as always.

You were starting to come to terms with the fact that your contact wouldn’t be showing up. You’d already sighed watching your watch more times than you could count, annoyed at the inconvenience of flying so far into the outer rim for nothing. It had been a pain negotiating your meeting too, the contact insisting on you being alone with no weapons. You’d eventually faked giving in, choosing to keep your rifle and pistol on board your currently broken down S40K and instead hiding vibro-blades inside your boots.

The ship was already on its last legs when you got it, the only reason why you’d been able to pay, but the years had caught up with it in the last two months. You spent almost all of your money on maintaining it in the air, and you were running out of funds fast. The anticipated need to buy another cheap but more reliable hunk of metal was what had caused you to pick up another bounty only a few days after your last.

Normally, you liked to spread out jobs over a few weeks to enjoy the credits you made, but the sputtering of your engines when you’d crash landed into this city’s landing dock had made clear you couldn’t afford the luxury this time.

You were nearing the bottom of your drink, trying to plan a way off this planet without mounting any more personal debts to anyone, when you felt a small nudge at your right foot. You looked down, expecting to see some rodent or pest trying to eat through your sole, but were instead met with a little red and white hyperactive droid.

You scanned the room quickly to make sure no one was looking, and stretched a hand in his direction so he could haul himself up onto the cushioned booth. He didn’t hesitate to scramble up your arm, emitting a few whizzes and beeps of thanks on the way.

“Hey, beedee,” you greeted him flatly. “Thought I finally managed to evade your scans this time; guess I was wrong.”

A low whistle and a trill.

“I know, I know, you see everything. It’s hard to forget when you always choose to remind me at least twenty times every time you find me.”

He emitted a series of approving noises, and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. Where he’d gotten that attitude wasn’t a great mystery. He jumped on one foot, nudging at your coat’s pockets with the other, his eyes going in and out of focus audibly as he searched for god-knows-what.

You tsked. “Will you stop that!” you chided and swatted him away like you would a cat. “Yes, I brought you something from my last job, stop assaulting me for a minute and let me find the damn thing. And you better not tell your dad, I’m not letting him think I’m a softie just because I keep entertaining your crow tendencies.”

Suddenly the picture of good manners, the droid sat and wiggled his legs as he sent you a sweet melody. Manipulative little shit, you thought affectionately. He was annoying as could be, but the little guy was cute.

You fished out a shiny piece of silver metal from your breast pocket. You had made sure not to lose the small leaf-shaped brooch, the perfect gift for BD-1. Your last bounty had necessitated infiltrating an Imperial event, and you’d found the piece while snooping through an officer’s desk. You’d never been so happy to have preemptively messed with the camera feeds.

The droid whistled in excitement and bathed your hand in a green light. You tried and failed to fight the smile that braced your lips as you watched him dance around your palm. He scanned the object from every angle he could find.

Too focused on his reaction, you failed to notice the individual looking over your shoulder until his shadow dimmed the wall you were facing. Too late to react properly, you shut your hand as quick as you could and turned to look at the man. Kin Fobam. Another bounty hunter, a Pau’an, one that always found a new way to piss you off. Today would apparently be no exception. BD beeped in annoyance at your movement before noticing you had company.

“Well, well. It would seem our little bounty hunter has a penchant for jewels after all.” the man sneered at you.

You rolled your eyes and did your best not to flinch at the lack of personal space, his two-meter height trapping you without much breathing room. You could smell the alcohol he had consumed, but you didn’t need it to know he was intoxicated. At this time of night, he always was. You were already almost pressed to the wall of your booth with only enough space to keep BD behind you, so you stood your ground and straightened up as best you could. You kept the droid in place as he spat angry threats at Kin, unwilling to let him make the situation worse.

“Kin, don’t you know women love shiny things?” you mocked with an arched brow, “Maybe if you’d known that earlier, that lovely Iridonian wouldn’t have spat at you again for your advances last week. How’s your attempt at courting her going, by the way?”

You subtly held the metal pin in pinched fingers behind your back as his white face somehow turned even paler in anger, desperately hoping BD-1 would understand what you were trying to tell him. You almost sighed in relief when you felt him swiftly slide it out of your hands into his stim container.

Kin moved even closer to you, forcing you to lean over BD in a desperate attempt to gain some personal space. Your free hand instinctively reached for your hip but only found the weathered leather of your empty holster. Shit, you’d left your guns on the ship! You didn’t have the space to reach for your blades either, so you had no choice but to do it the old way.

You tensed, ready to headbutt the towering Pau’an out of your space, but you stilled when you felt cold metal brush against your skin in the small gap where your shirt and pants met. A blaster. Fuck. This is why you never left without a firearm.

“I wonder, if that piece of metal is worth so much to someone like you,” he growled, “then maybe you’d accept payment in other forms… as thanks for sparing your life today, hm?”

You cringed at the implication of his words but took a steadying breath. You’d insulted this guy in more ways than you could count over the years and you knew he could pull that trigger without a second thought, but you’d fought bounties that were bigger, angrier, and certainly more skilled. He wasn’t the first to try and extort sexual favors from you, nor would he be the last.

Your brain spun in circles, trying to come up with a plan that didn’t involve blaster fire passing through your right kidney and BD-1 in one fell swoop. You didn’t have to think for long, though.

Before you could make a move, a blinding orange light flashed between you and Kin, floating just underneath his chin. You could feel the heat from where you were, could imagine the pain its power wielded. The way the man’s white flesh turned pink at its proximity didn’t go unnoticed.

“How about I gift her with the loss of your life as an apology for letting her endure your dirty ass, Kin?” a smooth voice drawled, the speaker invisible to you with your still-focusing eyes, but you didn’t need to see him to know who it was. As if the lightsaber wasn’t already enough to identify him, but you’d know that voice anywhere too. You weren’t the only one, if the cheering beeps you heard behind you were any indications.

A smirk braced your features as the Pau’an gritted his sharp teeth, hesitating a second before raising his hands in a defeated manner. He demonstratively holstered his pistol to make sure his head wasn’t cut off at the movement and he slowly stepped back a few feet away. The lightsaber didn’t stray a single millimeter from him. His brows pinched in anger, and he looked expectantly towards you. “It was just a little bit of fun, right?” he said as he hissed in pain. “Nothing to get upset about.”

You chuckled at the attempt. “I don’t know, I’m thinking your head on a platter sounds pretty great right about now. Maybe I can find someone out here who’d enjoy some barbecued Pau’an. What do you think, Cal?”

Your heart skipped a beat when your gaze met amused grey eyes over Kin’s hunched shoulders. He winked at you, and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip.

“I’m pretty sure that violates too many health codes,” he said, “you know, quality standards and such.”

BD whistled in agreement, scampering up onto your back and nudging the side of your head when you got up to lean against the side of your table.

“Too bad,” you sighed, crossing your arms, “maybe it could’ve bought me some new earrings.”

Cal laughed loudly, warmth spreading through your chest at the lovely sound before he closed a hand on the sweaty neck before him and brought his blade even closer to his chin. “The next time you even come within 20 feet of her,” he stated casually, loudly enough for the entire bar to hear and turn the heads of the few who weren’t already watching, “you won’t live long enough to say ‘womp rat’. Are we clear?”

Well, if your heart hadn’t been beating fast before, it sure was now. Never had a threat sounded so attractive before. You diverted your gaze. Get a grip, you reprimanded yourself.

BD-1 only encouraged him, a crackling sound buzzing entirely too close to your ear for your liking. When did he get a taser? You didn’t even want to know what he used it for, finding trouble with his new gadgets was a special talent of his.

Kin, now wide eyed, muttered an affirmative and a long line of fearful apologies, eager to escape the Jedi. Cal flicked off his saber and forcefully shoved him away. The Pau’an bolted out the door of the bar, running for his life, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his fear. BD reprimanded Cal for acting so late, beeps and squeals echoing through the room after the patrons returned to their usual business, but the red-haired man was only focused on you. Your skin heated at the attention.

“I could’ve dealt with him myself.”

He gave you a wide smile and stepped closer, no Pau’an separating you anymore. “Oh, I know. Wasn’t this much more fun though?”

The corner of your lips twitched, and you shrugged, softly shaking your head at his ever-lasting upbeat attitude. You uncrossed your arms, placing them behind you on the rusty table to comfortably lean back. “Still could’ve knocked him out faster without alerting every possible person of a Jedi’s presence here.”

“Give me a break,” he said almost sheepishly, reaching up a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “is a guy not allowed to show off to a pretty girl every once in a while?”

Your breath hitched on a single breath, caught off-guard. Sure, the two of you joked around all the time, but he’d never gone so far as to straight up flirt with you. You tried not to react, probably failing miserably at doing so.

“Smooth.”

He threw his head back in laughter, his reddened freckled cheeks showing more embarrassment that he let on. “I try.”

“Next time,” you said, striding past him, “if you really want to show off, perhaps you shouldn’t wait until there’s a blaster pointed at me before making your move.” You had no idea how you kept your voice steady, and you couldn’t help but hear the rare softness of it. You were thankful that he couldn’t see how wide of a smile you currently wore.

He jogged to catch up, keeping pace with you as you headed for the docking bay. “I’ll keep that in mind” he chuckled.

You glanced back at the bar over your shoulder, and BD started emitting alarm noises from your other side, indignant at still being ignored. You patted his head, quieting him for a moment. “Where did your informant go?” you asked Cal. “Wouldn’t want to hinder your next side quest.”

“That was anything but a quest,” he said, “Just a boring old trade. Wouldn’t be so boring if you were there, though.”

A loud whistle of approval sounded above your shoulder.

“Hey, calm it, up there!” you exclaimed, using another opportunity to escape from answering. “I’ve only got two eardrums, let’s not break one of them.”

BD whistled again at a lower volume, followed by a barely audible series of sounds.

“Yeah, weak organics my ass,” you muttered. “We’ll talk about how great being a droid is the next time you bend your antennas and come running to me.”

Cal’s soft laugh caught your attention once more. He was watching you both with such a fond smile... Your heart squeezed at how soft he looked, for once not rushing towards something and instead enjoying the moment.

As you neared your ship, small tendrils of smoke still escaping the upper vents, he looked at his watch when it suddenly started beeping, and he made a face. “I’d love to hear the rest of your arguing, but we have to go. A revolution doesn’t fund itself.” he said. He looked up at the droid sitting on your shoulders. “Yes, beedee, that means you. Hop on.”

Cal held out an arm, BD begrudgingly taking his usual spot on his shoulders, spitting menacing sparks at the jedi along the way. The latter looked towards you with a flicker of hope as he stepped backwards towards the back of the hangar where the Mantis stood. “Can I convince you to join me this time? Still got an extra bunk if you want.”

“I don’t think you want me and beedee on the same ship 24/7, Cal. Anyways, I’ve told you before, I can’t just discard my old one.”

He stared at your smoking Hawk-Class before he turned to you unimpressed. “That thing can’t even fly.”

“It can! I just need to fix the cooling mechanism and-”

“And the hull, the reactors, the hyperdrive, the-” he continued, amused at your stubbornness.

“Okay, okay,” you scoffed, “you’ve made your point. Might as well drop it here, I guess. I could hitch a ride, if you’re heading towards the inner rim, but I’ve got approximately nothing to give in payment for the fuel.”

BD startled you with a burst of binary, so fast you couldn’t hear him. Cal looked at you sharply.

“You’ve been giftinghim things?” he exclaimed.

“You utter snitch, beedee!”

The droid whistled at you disapprovingly and loudly shot the brooch from his stim compartment right into Cal’s hands.

“I can’t believe you,” you continued, “the one thing I told you-”

You fell right back into your argument with the droid.

Cal tilted his head back in loud laughter and threw an arm around your shoulders as you whisper-yelled at BD-1, leading you towards the Mantis. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Getting side-tracked by BD1? In my supposedly Cal-centered fic? It's more likely than you think.

This was pre-realtionship like my last Cal fic because tbh i have trouble setting up the change from friends to lovers without writing a whole novel, but I have some ideas roaming around my head I'd like to write. We'll see how that turns out!

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Bountyhunter/Thief reader x the Pirates ☆

Based on the pirate au by @mega-punani, check out her stuff if you enjoy this! They are currently not creating content for it but what is there is really lovely :3

Reader is trying to catch the crew for their bounty! Or at the very least, get some of their fabled treasures for themselves. Your specialities are thievery and catching people or crews alive, which usually yields more bounty anyway. Not to mention that if you can get people to talk, they may reveal more valuable information, items or treasures. Your skills are becoming pretty well known around te area, and that reputation will grow even bigger when you finally catch one of the big dogs~

Yeah thats right, the Skull Pirates' ship just docked nearby! A perfect opportunity. You realize it would be easier to pick them off one by one (fighting the entire crew is obviously a Bad Time) but oops the first one you picked is like kinda cute actually?? Wait scratch that you're here for the money! ...even if they have some redeeming qualities that make them not that bad and- hey wait when did you end up on their team?

Sans It takes him such a long time to wake up from the knock-out that you are frustrated before he even starts talking. After that it really doesn't help that he starts talking to you as if you were buddies chatting during break instead of, I don't know, a hostage situation?? You press a knife to his neck to shut him up but he just keeps talking, telling you he thinks you'll like some of the edgier types on his crew and making puns about sharp edges and this not being very knife of you, chill as ever. When a loud bang rings through the air and your hideout shakes, he breaks the news: his team is getting him back right now and he has decided you are joining the crew. He thinks you're cute and you've got skills if you can manage to knock out and kidnap someone like him. You know you don't stand a chance against his entire crew so begrudgingly you join, letting your displeasure be known every single step of the way. Even if they start to grow on you rather quickly. The crew is confused and amused about your arrival but they at least tolerate you due to you being introduced by Sans.

Papyrus You tried to lure him into following you with flattery, talking about his interests and even sharing gossip from the village. Asking him to assist you with something was far too easy and he seemed happy to help, stating that he would let his brother know where he was going just in case! He's been told there's some sketchy folk around ;) Before you can stop him he's marched off. You mentally debate on simply leaving now before deciding against it. When he returns he lets you know that his brother is excited to meet you! You are pretty much carried aboard by the pirate before you can even object, where a few curious crewmembers give you a quick nod before continuing their tasks. Shit, now half of the ship knows your face, your surprise attack is ruined! When Papyrus sees you pout he immediately makes it his mission to cheer you up again: he showers you in compliments, shows you every nook and cranny of the ship since you seem so interested in it and he encourages you to talk about your home some more. In the chaos of Papyrus's boundless energy he manages to introduce you to Sans and ask if you can join the crew ('Wait wha-'). Sans agrees easily ('No seriously wait-'), recognizing you from a wanted poster and knowing that keeping an eye on you is far easier like this. Not to mention that he can clearly see that his brother really likes you and that he is already winning you over bit by bit. Welcome to the crew kiddo.

Blue He's clearly trying to impress you. You can use that. He's another one you tried to lure with talking, but he was too stubborn to lure with flattery alone so you used the next best thing: a bet. Feigning innocence as a random townsperson simply curious about the new faces resembling the famous Skull crew, you challenged his abilities. Surely they can't be all people crack them up to be? If you lost, you would tell them more about that lost treasure your town has rumors about, and you would accept that he is simply amazing. If you won, he would help you carry those heavy groceries of yours to your home to make up for the lost time. You knew he was strong so you expected to lose. You were hoping to be introduced as an innocent citizen so the crew won't be suspicious if you show up again to snoop around. Maybe the cutie fool can even vouch for you! Worst case scenario you can get him alone in your hideout and knock him out, then get the information you need by force. Either way, you were getting a good deal out of this. Aaaah bummer, you lost~ Guess you'll give his crew any intel you have! Feeling accomplished, you let him lead you to the ship... where he promptly introduced you to the others as the famous bounty hunter they had been hearing so much about. He knew all along???

Stretch He woke up to the sound of someone softly playing some notes on his banjo, his hands and feet tied. He was too tired and hazy to think too much, but looking a little to his right, he saw you softly inspecting his beloved instrument: gentle touches over the wood, fingers following the pretty carvings along the handle. Soft notes filled the room when you'd pluck the strings gently, listening to the notes intently as you waited for him to wake up. You could've been a siren with how entranced he was... until you snapped him out of it by looking up to him with a mischievous, self assured smile, putting the banjo aside and moving far too close to him. Oh boy. When he was inevitably rescued by his brother, you escaped quickly through a window with a smile and a wink his way, intensifying his orange blush as he looked away. You still follow them around, looking to get some riches here or there. Whenever you encounter each other he can never look you in the eye, a rush of magic spreading across his face, which only makes the chase more fun for you. Eventually the crew outvotes him on trying to get you on board, and he really doesn't make too much of a fuss about it. At this point everyone just wants to see how this turns out between you two. (including him.)

Red Just because you flirted with him when trying to get him alone, doesn't mean he gets to keep flirting when he wakes up!! Every part of you gets complimented, every conversation topic gets turned into a pickup line, and every time you threaten him he tells you he's into that shit. You didn't even know skeletons had... eyebrows?? brow-bones?? but he keeps waggling them at you every time you try to get to the point. It's absolutely infuriating! Annoying! Revolting even! (so stop blushing!!) You are this close to hitting him in the face but he'll probably make a flirt out of that too. When his brother shows up to rescue collect him, you pretty much just shove Red at him and tell them both to get lost. Now every time you encounter each other he drops everything to flirt with you and to convince you to join them, even mid-fight. The crew knows about the whole thing too so you don't have the element of surprise anymore. God damn it.

Edge BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU- No but seriously he is pissed. You had jumped him from up high before he could set any traps to protect the ship's anchoring point! He would be even more pissed to be rescued by his crewmates, hoping to bust out by himself at least, or preferably even return without anyone knowing what had happened at all. Instead, you riled him up into talking, stole his keys and fled the little hideout to steal some of their treasure. Since most of the crew was looking for him on the shore you actually managed to steal some gems, but you were eventually cornered a few days later. He actually kinda respects your skills, he's just very butthurt to have been your first victim as the crew teases him for it a lot. In an act of reconciliation you prank the others and capture/'torture' them if any of them do something stupid or rude, showing everyone it's your skills that did him in and that he was no fool for falling prey to them. Although he nags about it to both them and you, he very quickly realizes that you are helping him keep the crew in check when they do dumb shit and you both reconnect from there. Now you're a terrifying couple to do stupid things around and you have quite the reputation. You both enjoy that a lot.

Razz You are confusing him with the way you act. You flatter him by calling him the most dangerous one there, saying how much research you had to do due to his reputation, telling him just how difficult it was to get some seastone to keep his powers in check... and you've stolen one of his maps too!! He is livid, seething, but keeps getting caught off guard by the flirtatious ways you address him. By the end of the day he's exhausted by the constant emotional whiplash you've been creating. When the crew comes for him you've already fled, leaving him tied to his chair. (insulting!!!) You sold his map for good money, which is how they tracked you down as he immediately recognises his own detailed work. You besting a guy like him made a good part of the crew curious about you though so now you are cautiously accepted in the group. Razz always brags about the quality of his maps to you and you tease him by telling him you'll steal them and sell them for a lot. Somehow, this has become the way you communicate. The higher a prize you name for a map, the higher its quality (and the more he blushes). When you're mad at him you tell him they won't sell cuz they look shitty. It's raining those days.

Cash He looked so tired and lanky that you hadn't realized he was part of the famed skeleton crew until you almost walked past him. It seems you surprised both yourself and him when you swiftly turned around and knocked him on the head, dragging him to your nearby hideout. Good thing you were always prepared for anything! And that no-one was watching. Now that he's awake, he's... far to meek. Almost a little smug, actually. You are suspicious of him, but he can't really do anything shackled up like this. Cash found himself in a really fun situation upon waking up: a good looking person standing over him, clearly ready to write things down in a little notebook and threatening him with the cutest little pocket knife he has ever seen. You remind him of his brother just a little bit... Welp, that does it. He's going to bully you into joining, this is too funny to pass up! Good thing he had impulsively stolen the keys from you before getting knocked out. Cash took you by surprise and carried you onto the ship, introducing you to everybody. He will never stop being a smug idiot about that story either.

Bear He's just sitting there, red eye on you and face blue. Maybe you shouldn't have come so close to threaten him, because as soon as you entered his personal space he completely spaced out. Fuck, did you get the mute one? How can you get information out of him like this! He's not holding anything of value either... maybe you can hand him in alone? It would ruin your beautiful complete-crew-cleanup-plan though... While you are contemplating just what to do with this guy, Bear is contemplating a few things himself: you're clearly not the most buff person, having relied on a sneak attack and the binds to keep him at bay. You were working on your own, which in a place like this likely meant you didn't have any close friends or family or you would've been in their gang instead. You also clearly didn't give a shit about his size, intimidating looks or injury, and while those thoughts made his face warm, it also meant you clearly had no sense of self preservation. Guess he has to take things into his own hands. He takes you by surprise by breaking the chair he was seated on, thus giving him enough space to remove his binds, and simply picking you up and taking you with him. He and the crew will take care of you from now on.

Cinnamon Ok you feel bad. He pretty much stumbled into your arms, apologizing profusely, called you pretty while looking up at you from within your arms and then apologized for the out of the blue statement in a whirlwind of stutters and sorrys. When after a second you recognised him from the wanted posters you knocked him over the head and he was out. You weren't even really hunting for the crew that day to be honest, just taking a stroll through the town for groceries. Now he's awake and stuttering so much you're not getting anything interesting out of him. You got close to his face to interrogate him properly and he almost passed out again. You end up dumping an awake him unceremoniously into his brother's lap, and now they know about you and are hunting you to be on their team instead. Sigh.

#sans x reader #papyrus x reader #pirate au #papyrus au #sans au #homemade fanworks #undertale au #Bear voice: so you are lonely fragile and stupid. Well guess what we are adopting you you'd fit right in.#Also my face feels warm when I see you. In order to fix this I will feed you soup. Perhaps a stew.#and Cinnamon is simping so hard the crew needs to try and get you on their team so he'll stop being distracted all the time.#Spoiler alert: it does not make him less distracted when u join lol

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rainontherooftops · 1 year

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Looks can be deceiving

Summary: In order to get over the crush you have for your roommate, bountyhunter Din Djarin, you accept an invitation to a date from a colleague at university. When everything goes pear shaped, he is there to pick up the pieces - and tell you exactly how looks can be deceiving.

Fandom: The Mandalorian - Pedro Pascal as Modern! Din Djarin Genre: Romance, Tooth Rotting Fluff, New Relationships, spicy, Roommates to Friends to Lovers Pairing: Modern! Din Djarin x f! Plus Size Reader Triggers : Mentions body shaming, nervous breakdown, mentions of violence and sexual content Rating : M

IMPORTANT INFO: THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY FORMER TUMBLR BLOG

Looks can be deceiving.

Din Djarin was not what you had expected your new roommate to be. For one thing, you had never thought you’d share accommodations with a professional bounty hunter. Secondly, sharing rooms with a man who was so handsome and way out of your league was unexpected.

Nine months into your cohabitation, (after the trailer he had lived in had caught fire and burnt down), you had yet to find him bring a man or a woman over.

You liked living with Din.

He was a silent type, but honest and strong and kind. No wonder you had developed a crush on the handsome bounty hunter. Some of his charisma and charm must have rubbed off on you, because a colleague at the university you worked at had asked you out on a date. And you hadn’t been on a date since, well… in forever.

Going out and having some fun would be the perfect opportunity to get Din out of your system. Or so you thought.

As you closed the door to your room, you heard a whistle from behind you. “Someone looks dashing”, Din said. “Going somewhere? I didn’t know you own a dress.”

He was sitting at the living room table, his weapons laid out on it. He was wiping and polishing everything down. ‘You look dashing yourself’, you thought as you took him in, his dark grey shirt and black jeans hugging him in all the right places and enhancing his muscles perfectly.

You looked bleak compared to him. Normally you were sporting jeans yourself and ridiculous shirts or jerseys. This dark green number was the only dress you owned and made you look less like a geeky bookworm and more like a desirable woman – or so you thought.

“I have a date”, you finally admitted.

The frown on Dins face astonished you. “A date?”, he asked, inquisitively – and it stung.

Like so many people, including your mother, you would have expected him to say: “A date? You? How’d you manage that?” But his look was enough – and you hadn’t thought that he of all people would think you not nice enough – or pretty enough – to get a date.

“Yes, a date. A colleague asked me out. We’re going to a fancy dress cocktail party.”

Were you imagining things or were his fists clenched a bit tighter around his gun and the polishing cloth?

Before he could ask any further questions, you decided to flee. “I’ll probably be late, so don’t wait up.”

Din was nice enough to wait anyway, checking that you would be home save. Of course he was.

Which meant that you could not hide the shame, tears and embarrassment from him or sneak into your room to cry your heart out. It was dark in the apartment, the only light visible was the blueish tone of the TV.

Taking a shaky breath, you entered the living room after slipping out of your shoes. Din was sitting on the couch, one arm draped on the top of the sofa, the other one nursing a beer.

“Hey, you’re back earl-…”

It wasn’t easy to read Dins expression most days. But your eyes were swimming with tears and your glasses were askew and your face was puffy, and you couldn’t think straight – so now it was impossible.

All his gaze did was make you break down even more. You fisted your hands into the fabric of your dress and started sobbing in earnest. You would have sunk down to the floor, had Din not been by your side in a flash and held you upright.

It was impossible to tell if he talked to you or not as you let go of your dress to hold onto your roommate like he was a lifeline, shivering and trembling all over, leaking all sorts of fluids onto his shirt.

Somehow, after minutes – or was it hours? – of sobbing and receiving calming back-rubs and being shushed, you found the strength to breathe again.

“That’s it. Deep breaths, mesh'la. Come back to me.”

You still had no grasp of his native language, but you knew that mesh'la meant beautiful. And especially after tonight you felt anything but.

“I’m not…”, you stuttered.

“You’re not what, cyar'ika?“

“Beautiful”, you said, somehow finding the strength to escape his embrace and starting to pace in the living room, hugging yourself while walking on unsteady feet.

“Who said that? Did he say that?”, Din growled, trying to catch your gaze, but you were too far gone.

You shook your head.

“It wasn’t just him. According to the voting I was a runner up for the ‘Queen of the Pigs’”, you spat, anger and embarrassment boiling inside you.

Din looked confused – and how could he make sense of what you were saying? He would never take part in activities like the ones you had to endure tonight.

“You’ve lost me”, he admitted.

You sighed in frustration.

“He took me to a fucking ‘Pig Party’, Din.”

Oh gods, did you really have to explain what that was? Was he that innocent slash clueless?

Sighing, massaging your temples in hopes to fight the oncoming headache, you explained: “It’s a party where a group of people ask out the ugliest person they can find on a date and have a secret voting. And at the end, the king and queen of ‘ugly’ are being crowned and the winner who brought the price pig gets a ‘reward’.”

The description alone almost made you want to puke.

It had started out nice. The party had been fun and you were introduced to so many nice people – dates of his colleagues and friends. Interesting people, funny and kind hearted.

Until the small stage in the ballroom had lit up and the true nature of the gathering had been revealed.

The room was eerily silent when you looked up. You had never seen Din look like this. Stiff as a statue, storm clouds in his eyes and anger rolling off him in waves, his fists clenched.

He growled something inaudible.

“What?”

“I said ‘Give me his name’”, he growled, his frown deepening. “I am going to break the bastards fucking legs.”

You shook your head then. The thought of Din hitting the fucking daylights out of your ‘date’ was a nice one, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“It doesn’t matter anyway”, you said.

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter. Of course it does. Why would you say that?”

“Because he’s right!”

You started pacing again, not able to stop the waterfall of words that broke the dam of your insecurities.

“I am not beautiful! I’ve never been! I look like a mess all the time, I have three different clothing sizes in my closet because none of it fits right anyway, and I’m fat, and ugly and not even a stupid dress like this can change that!”

Ripping at the fabric then, you managed to slip out of the dress and threw it aside, standing in the living room in your black underwear. The black underwear set that somehow made you feel sexy – at least sometimes. Now you just thought it looked ridiculous.

You caught your reflection in the mirror that hung in the room. Disheveled, a puffy red face, glasses still askew, your carefully crafted ponytail ruined – it stung but for a moment you thought this is what a pig ought to look like.

With wobbly legs, and exhausted from your temper tantrum and open floodgates, you leaned against the dining table behind you, gripping the edges of it for balance.

“Are you calling me a liar then?”

Confused, you looked up. As always, it was hard to read Din.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, preparing to be showered in pity by this handsome man who held your heart in his hands without even knowing it.

“I’ve called you beautiful on multiple occasions”, he explained, turning to you. “Are you saying I’ve been lying?”

The look in Dins eyes made goosebumps spread all over your body. Was this how his bounties felt like? Staring into the eyes of a predator who they couldn’t escape from?

He came closer then, the storm in his eyes still there, thrilling. Putting his arms on either side of you, he caged you in. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eyes. He was so close that you could feel the fabric of his jeans against your legs, his breath on your face.

He smelled intoxicating. Like the gun oil he had used earlier and a spicy, leathery cologne.

“For months now”, he growled, continuing, “I’ve been restraining myself. Every time I saw those hips sway, dancing around in the kitchen.”

It was not painful, the way he dug his fingers into your hips – it was possessive.

“You’ve been taunting me for weeks with that perfect, round, juicy ass of yours”, he groaned, his hands wandering, massaging your flesh through the fabric of your underwear.

“And every time you come out of the shower, only clad in that flimsy, tiny robe of yours”, he moaned, “I’ve prayed to all the gods that the belt would give away and show me those perfect boobs of yours.”

He nibbled at your clavicle then, sucking at the flesh, making you take in a sharp breath. What was happening here?

“I’ve been dreaming about worshipping your body, kissing every inch of skin I can reach. But… all of these features are not what make you beautiful.”

You had to grab his shoulders for balance then as he started kissing your neck. Your breath came out in short, excited huffs as your skin pressed against his chiseled, muscular chest.

“Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?”, he asked, not waiting for an answer. “I see a woman who took me in without a second thought, when I had nowhere to go. I see a woman who is kind, modest, helpful, sweet, honest, feisty, full of love and humor – and most of all – cares for others more than she cares for herself. If that is not the incarnation of beauty, then I don’t know what is.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he finally sealed your lips with his in a passionate kiss, one of his hands loosening the ponytail and cradling your head, the other massaging the flesh of your thigh and managing to lift you onto the table.

It was impossible not to kiss back, to give in to the yearning and desire you had been hiding for months. It was impossible to not believe every word he had said. You knew nobody more honest than Din Djarin. He was many things, but a liar he was not.

Still, after the two of you broke apart for breath, you asked.

“D-Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, mesh’la. And in case you haven’t noticed”, he said, guiding your hand between your bodies and placing your palm against his jeans. “This is what your state of undress does to me.”

Gulping and blushing, you remembered that you were sitting on the dining table in your underwear.

Din could feel that you were shying away, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he stepped away (with great difficulty, it seemed), went to the sofa and draped the blanket you kept there around your shoulders.

“Now, if you’ll allow me – I will spend my time every single day showing you how beautiful you are. Starting now.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead then and a chuckle left his mouth when he looked at you.

“What?”, you asked.

“There it is. The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”

Another blush covered your body then.

“Now, since you are not allowing me to break the fuckers legs, I need to distract myself. How does a cheesy horror movie and late night pizza sound?”

You hopped off the table.

“That sounds perfect”, you said, smiling, still not really believing what had just happened.

Din cleared his throat, saying: “Can I make a request though?”

You blinked but nodded. “Sure.”

With a predatory grin, he bent down to whisper in your ear: “Don’t get dressed again.”

#Pedro Pascal #The Mandalorian #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction #Din Djarin x Reader #Modern AU #Plus Size Reader #din djarin x plus size reader #The Mandalorian AU #din djarin x female reader #Pedro Pascal Character

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divinegrey · 1 year

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Hey grey, how r u? You feed my simping over valo women, thank you for that :') Now that your requests are open what about agents having a crush on fem reader and like how they act and maybe confess? Any female agents you want but your ot4 would be great *thumbs up*

one ot4 headcanon list comin' right up! thanks for requesting nonny <3

THE CONFESSIONS | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER X F!READER

words: 1600 warnings: fluff!

FADE

Fade has never been more nervous in her life.

Get hit by a bullet? Meh. Look a human in the eye as they die? Not bad. Walking onto a battlefield prepared with the inevitability that she may die? Child’s play.

But asking out her crush on a date? Fade’s fingers are twitching and she feels weak in the knees.

So much so that the Prowler constantly at Fade’s side has gotten frustrated with the Initiator's lack of… initiative. They’re visible now, a mass of black shadows and red eyes clinging to her legs, and upon walking into the lounge room with their owner, they see none other than you.

You, standing at the counter and drinking some coffee by yourself.

Immediately, the prowler takes off in your direction, skipping between legs and leaving a wisp of fog in their wake. They hop up onto the counter to nuzzle your arm affectionately, betraying what might be the true emotions of the Turkish Bountyhunter.

“Hey! C’mon, get off of her!” Fade jogs over, waving her hand at the prowler before resorting to picking it up with her own two hands. The Prowler meows insistently, waggling their arms at you.

“Someone’s not giving their cat enough attention,” you remark, sipping your coffee with a fond smile. Your body turns to face Fade, and the Prowler once again stretches their arms to you.

“I’m sorry, they’re not usually like this. They only do it if they really like someone—” Fade realizes what’s come out of her mouth, because everyone knows that Fade’s Prowlers are manifestations made by her hand.

“Really? I guess I should say that someone really likes me then.” The grin slides up your cheeks, and Fade’s face turns red.

Instead of denying it, Fade merely puts the Prowler back onto the counter. “Yeah, that someone is me.”

You blink. “Wait, really?”

Fade nods. “I wanted to tell you myself, but it seems my Prowler did before I could. So— Can I take you out on a date?”

You’re in disbelief, but after pinching yourself and realizing that this isn’t fake, you reply, “Fuck yes, take me out on a date.”

Fade grins, and very shyly, she leans forward, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. If you weren’t holding your mug with both hands, you would’ve dropped it onto the ground. As Fade walks away, you brush your fingers over the skin, still feeling the warm tingle of where her lips once were.

REYNA

Reyna finds you walking down the hallway of the dorm room, obviously seeking someone else out, but this is a better opportunity than never.

She reaches out of her bedroom door the second you walk past, grabbing your shirt to yank you inside. The door shuts with a slam and you stumble onto your feet, catching your balance.

Reyna spins to you, her eyes just ever so slightly glowing. “You. I have a problem with you.”

“Don’t you have a problem with everyone?” You reply, raising your hands. “What did I do?”

“What did you do?” Reyna repeats. She laughs. “Oh, what didn’t you do, cariño?”

You’re confused— even more so when Reyna slowly approaches you, looking like she’s about to devour her dinner. You’re no stranger to Reyna’s danger, but this feels… different. The air is charged with tension you cannot describe, and your heart pounds in your chest when the light under her shirt flares.

With you backed against the wall, there’s nowhere else for you to go. Reyna puts her hand over your head and she’s leaning down to you. This might be the last moment you’re alive, with how Reyna is staring at you like a starving woman.

“Do you know how much it aches to see you, day by day, and not have you?”

Wait, what?

Reyna grasps your jaw, her sharp nails pinching into your skin. “How much more obvious do I have to make it? I want you, cariño.”

“Want me?” Still, you’re not sure if she means as food or as something else, so Reyna— exasperated at this point— slides her hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

Oh.

When Reyna pulls away, there’s a dumbfounded, almost loopy expression on your face. Reyna stares, then scoffs.

“I can’t believe you’re the one I like,” Reyna grunts.

SAGE

Sage paces in the infirmary.

There are rules against this! Brimstone would be so disappointed, but… I can’t help it. Who could? She’s beyond anything I’ve ever known. The same thoughts circle in Sage’s mind, the healer anxiously picking at her nails.

Sage asked you in the lounge this morning to meet her in the infirmary at a quarter past noon. It’s twelve thirteen on the clock, and you’re not known for being tardy. If anything, you’re one to arrive early.

So when the door opens and you step in, Sage spins around to face you, putting on a somewhat awkward smile.

“Hey, Sage, hope I’m not intruding on anything,” you say with a gentle grin. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes, everything is okay,” Sage says. She gestures to one of the infirmary beds. “Do you mind if we took a seat?”

Shrugging, you walk over and plop yourself down, leaning back on your hands to watch Sage come over. When she sits, there’s an unusual gap between the two of you. You and Sage have been friends since forever, and closeness is one of the things you share. Frowning, you reach over and take her hand.

“Hey. What’s going on? You seem distracted,” you say. Sage swallows thickly, then sighs.

“What I’m about to say may cause you some trouble. Maybe for the both of us, so if you want to move past it, I completely understand,” Sage starts, rubbing her free hand along the fabric of her pants. Sage takes a moment to center herself. Better now than never.

“I like you,” Sage continues, meeting your gaze. “A lot. More than I have ever liked anyone, and that bit is terrifying by itself, but with you… it’s exciting. But if you don’t return the feelings, I understan—”

You cut her off before she can even finish by leaning in and kissing her. You can feel the shock on Sage’s expression melt away, and her cool to the touch hand rests on your cheek. You can’t help but smile into the kiss.

Pulling away, you say softly, “I’d been waiting for you to tell me.”

Sage gasps. “You were? Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because I know you, Sage. And for the record, you’re adorable when you’re nervous,” you say, kissing her again.

VIPER

Quite frankly, Viper is disgusted with herself.

Looking at you makes her heart pound. Seeing you smile makes her cheeks burn. Watching you fight on the field with precision and accuracy makes her entire body warm from head to toe. Hearing your laugh makes her chest squeeze in a way she is entirely unused to.

“Good morning, Doc!”

Of course, you arrive in her lab, cheery as ever. Viper turns and has to bite back the grin that threatens her emotionless exterior when she lays eyes on you. Beautiful, amazing you.

“You’re extra quiet this morning, everything alright?” You sit on the table near her workspace, resting your head on your hand. “I know Chamber was annoying you for the entire goddamn mission yesterday. If you want me to shove my fist up his a—”

“That’s not necessary,” Viper cuts you off, and you flop over with a dramatic groan. This reminds Viper precisely why she’s so annoyed. Of all people to like, to have feelings for, it was you?

You, who has gotten stuck one too many times by Fade’s tethers on accident. You, who has screamed when Yoru teleports out of nowhere behind you. You, who always blushes and smiles whenever Viper looks your way.

“Okay, but I’m just saying. Chamber is so annoying. I wish he’d stop flirting with you. You’re clearly not interested in him. Or anyone, for that matter,” you say, swinging your legs back and forth as they dangle from the table.

“And who says I’m not interested in anyone?”

You blink. “Wait, you are?”

Viper doesn’t miss the brief expression of… of hurt that flashes across your face.

“Well, whoever they are, they’re pretty lucky,” you say, folding your hands in your lap.

Viper puts down her pen on the paper, turning to you. It takes her less than a second to see that, though you’re trying, your feelings are hurt. She must believe that I like someone else, Viper thinks to herself. That won’t do.

Walking over to you, Viper puts her hand on your chin and tilts your eyes up to hers.

“Chamber can’t have me. He won’t ever, because I do like someone else. And that someone is you.”

The words finally click in your brain.

“Wait, me? You like me?” You say, and Viper nods once. You grin. “Wanna go on a date in front of Chamber’s room so I can rub it in his face?”

Viper snorts. “You are awful. Yes to the date, no to it being on base. We’re going somewhere else.”

“Fine, if you insist.” You hop down from the table, wrapping Viper up in a hug before walking away. “Be ready at eight!”

Damn you, Viper thinks, watching you leave the room. I can’t believe it was you who melted my heart.

~~~~~ A/N: thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

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A little early for WIP Wednesday, but I've been thinking about this one for a while and it had me in a chokehold this morning. Snippet from something longer.

Alpha Bountyhunter!Price x Omega Saloon Madam!Reader

Western in the vein of Deadwood, Godless, and Silverado (thank you @thecoziestbean)

Title: I was born to run, you were born to stay (so hold me close)

CW: Violence, murder, sex work, ABO/Omegaverse, past trauma

“Are you the madam?” The timbre of his voice spoke to a memory you’ll never forget.

If you had a doubt before, thinking your eyes and your olfactory deceived you, you were sure as shit now.

“I am. And don’t bother, I know who you are. A lawman in Chicago, before the war?”

“Yeah, I was there.” As if he got the question all the time. As if he was famous or something.

“Sergeant John Price? You gunned down my daddy like he was a mad dog in the street.”

“I've killed a lot of daddies. Did he deserve it?” He licked at the foamy bubbles of beer clinging to his thick, dark mustache before wiping it with the back of his hand.

His glacial eyes fixed on yours, assessing.

“Maybe. But I sure as hell didn’t.”

His gaze slipped down to the scarf around your neck, strategically placed to muddy your scent and disguise your bitten gland.

“It's Captain now. Never met a mated whore before.” He finished his drink with a long, thirsty pull. Simultaneously changing the subject of his culpability in the wayward trajectory of your life, and daring to insult you for it.

“Widowed.” You challenged his derision with a light tone, as you replaced his empty mug with a fresh fill.

“I’m sorry, and for the offense as well. What happened to him?” He didn’t seem very sorry. In fact, you imagined it was a disposition as foreign to him as couth.

“He was shot in the face. Very tragic.” A sweet, satisfied smile graced your lips.

“You sound real tore up about it.”

“I was. The recoil on that rifle nearly dislocated my shoulder.” Your boldness was rewarded with a surprised, choking snort.

“Is there a warrant out for your arrest anywhere?” he asked, recovering with an inquisitive grin.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you. Truss me up and drag me in?” You were playing with fire, judging by the flare of hot blue light that accompanied the sharp huff of air into his nose. Like a bull chuffing at the dirt.

But you were too long in the tooth to be simpering for ornery old alphas. After what he’d done to you, it seemed only right to give him a bit of trouble.

“No, I imagine you’d just put me down all swift and quiet like, not wanting the fight.” If he was going to insult your honor, you’d give it right back.

But he didn’t rise to the bait. Not as quick to anger as that last lingering impression you had of him from years ago. Shame, it was a sight.

“Do I have to worry about you, darling?” An unsettling warmth displaced any suspicion in his words.

You glanced down at the bar top, to see just how close his hand was to yours. A tingle of electricity drawing you in against your will.

Can’t fight your nature, child. It’d been the last thing your grieving mama said to you before you were loaded onto that stock car filled with young, first heat omegas. Alongside the cattle slated for auction. Each one moaning and crying a different tune.

“Reckon you’d be a fool not to, Captain.”

#call of duty #captain price #john price #price x reader #alpha omega #omegaverse #abo #western au #cod #cod 141

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crystalskiesandcherrywine · 1 month

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So if you're interested you could write about that

I love this Idea! I will absolutely write something about it, not sure of it will be a one shot or multiple parts though. Thanks for your input

Ths how I feel when I write

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha imagine #feyd x reader

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kookieswan · 1 year

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Through Dying Stars - Genesis

Alien!BountyHunter!Jimin x DeliveryGirl!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Alien AU, BountyHunter AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Nonsexual NSFW/18+, Angsty, Slow Burn.

Warnings: MC gets roughed up a little but nothing too bad/descriptive. Jimin isn’t a nice guy, neither are Bangtan. Use of weapons (guns). Many of the characters are morally gray in this story. Please be warned!

Summary: It takes everything in you not to curse your crew mates to hell as the annoyingly large man smashes you into the wall. You can only begin to guess what you did to get Bangtan on your ass. Fuck.

Notes: SO. A new series is born and I’m very excited about it. I hope you all like it. I’ll be doing a taglist for it I think; all I ask is that you have your age indicated somewhere on your blog. I listened to Rosemary by Deftones while writing this chapter ⭐️

This Part I of the Through Dying Stars series. Find the Masterlist here ⭐️

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“What the fuck?!”

You’re awoken with a start, body violently tossed out of the plushness of your bed like a sack of potatoes. It takes a minute to grasp the situation, brain still clutching onto sleep like a lifeline after the night you’ve had. It doesn’t matter now though; you’re on the floor and definitely pissed off even if you can barely function. You thought that it had been agreed on that Tae would never man the ship again but apparently people want to play games.

Blinking slowly, the events slowly come back to you, a frown etching itself onto your face. You’re not sure what it’s been lately but Namjoons been taking on some more high profile jobs for Stellar Delivery Co. and it’s been taking its toll. Your body feels heavy, your mind scrambled as you roll to get up. Another day, another delivery you guess.

Standing up from the cold ground, you halt as the ship shakes again and the lights flicker in and out sporadically. Squinting your eyes, you grab for your bedside table, quickly pulling the communicator close to your lips. Something clearly isn’t right here, and as much as you’d rather be sleeping, you have to make sure it’s being taken care of lest you all die in a terrible explosion or something. That would be tragic and a little lame.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Speaking into the communicator gets you absolutely nothing in response, meaning that the ships in autopilot right now most likely. Had the others really managed to sleep through that jolt…? There’s no way. Changing the signal, you decide to call for Joon first since he’ll likely have the most answers.

“Joon…? Joon, come in.” Again, there’s no response, but that doesn’t necessarily worry you. Perhaps he’s actually decided to rest, it’s been days since he last slept if you’re remembering correctly. The man sleeps like a log, you had mistaken him for dead the first time you experienced it which is still traumatic to think about. Grumbling a bit, you try for Tae since Yoongi is likely actually dead to the world if it really is that late.

“Tae…? What the hell is happening right now…” Deciding it’s in your best interest to just go check after more radio silence. You pull on your cargo jacket over the little clothes you’ve worn to bed along with your communicator, feeling intensely wary was the lights continue to struggle to stay on.

Walking over to your door and peeking out of your room, a quick look down the hallway gives no indication of what’s happened. There’s not a soul in sight, your three other crew members apparently absent from the bunk area. Glancing down at your wrist as you rub away the remainder of sleep in your eyes, you note that it’s nearly 4am which makes the terrible feeling in your stomach grow worse. You knew it was late but not that damn late…

Stepping out, you hiss quietly as your bare feet are met with the cool ground of the ship. These assholes are really going to owe you after this; you had mentioned getting carpets but no. Maybe with some whining and pouts Joon will take you back to Ecalaxar for a shopping spree if you save everyone from a terrible fate. The thought makes you smile just barely, and with that, you start down the hall toward the cockpit.

Sadly, you don’t manage to get more than three steps down the corridor before you hear him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The man’s accented voice is unfamiliar and much too excited. Much too fucking giddy to be normal, and it’s the final red flag the goes off in your head to piece everything together.

Someone’s broken into the damn ship.

Someone got past all the security. Someone got past all three of your crew members. And now, that someone is coming to get you as well.

Thanking the stars that you chose not to wear any shoes, you slip down the hallway away from the voice, your feet barely making a sound as you do. The ship has multiple small closets scattered about for storage, and even if they’re not meant for it they’ll make a wonderful hiding spot. You could fight, sure, but you don’t have your blaster and who knows what this man can do. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll also give you time to figure out a plan.

Sliding your hand against the walls as you walk, you try not to panic as you hear heavy footsteps approaching the bunk area. It takes everything in you not to gasp in relief as you arrive at the closet, turning the handle as slowly as possible. Just as you slip in, the voice calls out again.

“I know you’re around here somewhere, little girl. If you come out, I won’t hurt you too bad. If you keep hiding, well…” It’s gross how it’s strangely soft, almost teasing in nature, but the sinister tone doesn’t escape you. The closet is pitch black, a mind is cute amount of light coming through the cracks from the hallway.

Had the others got away? Had they been captured? Are they alright? Too many questions race through your mind as you hold your breath, the footsteps outside of the door echoing like space storm. You hear doors open and close, the man checking each of your rooms to see if anyone’s around. Maybe being thrown out of your bed was a blessing in disguise.

Blessings don’t last forever though. They never do. No, not for you.

“_____, you need to fucking hide right this very instant, fucking Bangtan of all people are-“ The panicked voice of Yoongi cracks through your communicator and then abruptly cuts off. Bangtan…? Fuck. Fuck. The footsteps have stopped and everything is silent before you burst out of the closet in a sad attempt to save yourself. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, an apparent member of fucking Bangtan, as you sprint out. He’s tall and dressed in black, body covered head to toe in it, gun held easily at his side. A fucking nightmare walking.

“AH, there you are!” The footsteps are thunderous again, loud as he chases you down, your thoughts much too scattered to come up with a solid escape plan. A scream bubbles in your throat just as you try to round the corner at the end of the hall which quickly turns into a choked sound as he slams his body into yours, effectively smooshing you between the wall and himself. You swear you hear something crack and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was one or six of your ribs.

Struggling against him as his hand wraps tightly around your wrists, you whine as he draws in closer, your cheek smashed into the wall. Trying to kick back is futile, his own legs locking your into place as you buck back against him which makes him fucking laugh. It’s only when you feel the cold tip of his gun caress your temple that you finally stop struggling. You’ve been bested. Fuck.

“Caught you.”

#through dying stars #jimin x you #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin angst #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts angst #bts alien au

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