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eustasskidagenda · 7 months

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hello!! ^^ this is my first time requesting, so hopefully i'm doing this correctly :;

can I request a trafalgar law/reader hurt to comfort oneshot, where the two of them get into a really big argument or fight and reader decides to leave him alone for a long time, so THAT eventually leads to some problems between the two and Law has to make things right??

(basically reader gives law the silent treatment, and law is too prideful to admit his wrongs)

thank you in advance!!! I've really enjoyed reading your kid works, so i'd be happy to see more of your writing :)

☆Trafalgar Law x Reader giving him the silent treatment after an argument

Hello dear anon, don't worry, you did it perfectly and thank you so much for your request. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it will match your expectation. Enjoy our dear emo boy!

CW : g/n reader, hurt&comfort, Law is bad at express how he feels, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000 words, whoops, I love Law way too much, I got carried away

Law is not a man of many words. That's the less you can tell. Always quiet about his plans, sometimes, you still struggle to understand what's going on in this beautiful mind. Usually, you just deal with it, supporting him as much as you can. But today, it's too much to handle. He is perpetually busy all day and night, and sometimes the bed is cold, and you know he didn't sleep with you. It hurts. You just have the feeling to carry on with this relationship alone.

"We need to talk, Law." Busy with probably another shenanigan you don't know about, he totally ignores you and continues to read his newspaper. Again. Heavy-hearted, you close your eyes and clench your firsts. You can't step back and always try to round the corners. "Law", you insist. He finally drops the newspaper. "What, y/n-ya?" He asks, annoyed by the interruption.

"Honestly, lately… I feel totally sidelined. You're always focused on your plans I don't nothing about, or busy with your patients. And it hurts" Law looks surprised by your words. Usually, you're more the one trying to smooth the things and trying to be super-comprehensive, because you do love Law, and you know he had been through a lot. Supporting him is the least you can do. But what about you? Your emotions?

"I've not neglected you, y/n-ya. I'm just busy." Yes. That's the whole point. "You're always busy. If you don't need me anymore, just say it," you snarls, anger slowly heating your chest and burning your cheeks. Communication is maybe the key, but it's a struggle to communicate with someone as reserved as Law. The worst? You know he loves you. He's just… an aloof. Always distrustful. "Answer me," your voice is shaky from both anger and distress. " I have things to do, y/n-ya. Don't act like a child. I still feel the same way about you, and you know. "

Maybe it's true, but you don't believe him anymore. You don't even remember the last time you kissed that sweet lips on him. And the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours, when you redraw the lines of his tattoos, cuddling with him in bed. How can you feel the absence of someone you see every day? "I miss you," you confess. "But I'm right here. With you. I need to get those things done, so please be patient." Why can't he understand? With that unreadable face, he's still sitting on his chair. What's going on his mind? "What things, then?" He sighs. "I can't tell."

No. It's enough. Now, you're mad. "Stop pushing me away! I miss you. Do you realize the absurdity of missing someone I can see every day? It's been four days since we last slept together! This morning, you didn't kiss me! You're always taking me for granted and I feel like I'm transparent!" At last, you manage to get a response from him. He removes his hat, runs his hand through his hair, and his eyes darken as your anger is about to explode. "Can you not be patient? I need to… finish what I'm working on. "

No.

Not this time.

He has already stated that too many times before. Before Dressrosa. Before Wano. You already waited way too long. Even for someone as patient as you, it's too much. " I'm tired," you confess, the voice which with emotions. "It can't keep going like this. Why am I always the second choice for you?"

Maybe it's because you always give everything you have to him. Supporting him, regardless of what. You had to break his armor several times to get closer to him, despite his distant and detached personality. The moment he finally confessed about his past was beautiful. The nights you spend together, simply talking about your lives, goals, and dreams, are rooted in your heart. A warm memory of two souls bonding and finding comfort through words and confession. Now, everything is just fading away. And you hate how angry and confused you sound, when Law is just as calm as always. Does he even notice what you just said? You can't tell.

"You don't even answer me. Such a shame to be named heart pirates when you don't even have one." you explodes, shouting the words.

"I don’t think it's the right time to talk about this because you're too emotional y/n-ya. "

"And you're too logical!"

The saying goes that opposites attract, but you're not so certain anymore.

"I'm just so fucking done!" Now, you're screaming and Law growls, "Shh, don't yell, everyone will hear us," he says, caring way too much about his privacy. "I don't care! Just say something! " He looks so tired, with his usual dark rings under his eyes. "Leave me or not, but do something because I'm so done with this shit. I'm the only one trying to communicate and make things right!"

You slam the door of his small office with anger and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He doesn't follow you. He remains confined, choking on his own pride. He probably thinks you will be back soon, as always after an argument. But not this time. You're really done. It's his time to make some efforts, to prove that he actually cares about you and your relationship.

At the diner, he doesn't show up. During the night either. It's not easy to distance yourself from him. But you will not change your mind. After three days, he finally starts to realize that you will not come after him.

Why aren't you bringing him his morning coffee, massaging his tensed shoulders, and spreading your stupid concealer under his eyes? All those small actions you always do to lighten his burden as a captain… damn, he never felt that lonely. But what can he do now? How can he fix the mess he made?

The Polar Tang's ambiance is as cold as a winter island after a week. Everybody noticed the huge tensions between you and the Law. The captain is irritable, barking orders at everyone and looking for you everywhere, but you're just hiding from him. He's exhausted by this situation. He's starting to understand what you said: he misses you, even if you're here.

It's becoming too much for his tortured soul after 10 straight days. The pain in his heart is unbearable. In reality, he feels like a child he never had the chance to be: terrified, lost and alone. Are you going to leave him too? Why is everyone around him always dying or disappearing? Is it always his fault? Now, he feels miserable, almost crying alone in his office. He can't even focus when Bepo asks him to bandage a small wound he just made. His hair is messy because he runs his hands through it too much. Law sighs heavily. His nerves completely fading away as he struggles to bandage Bepo. Why the hell is he crying over a poor bandage?

He's exhausted. Physically and mentally. An he misses you. Deeply. He understands everything you said that day. He understands how you have felt lately and it's a horrible sensation. You didn't deserve the way he pushed you away from everything. He misses the warmth of your body, the passion in your sweet kisses, and your hands redrawing his chest tattoo.

He needs to make things right.

In this situation, what Corazon would have done?

Probably running after you after slamming the door, falling miserably on the ground, and crying pathetically with an ugly nose running. Law frowns. But at this point, he's so desperate that he wouldn't mind crawling and begging for your forgiveness. He stumbles out of his office, tired, and looks for you. How can you hide on such a small ship? "Have you seen y/n?" He asks to everyone and they all they say no. Are they lying? Where have you gone? Did something happen to you? Poor Law is so stressed right now, more than usual. He spent the entire day looking for you and failed. Is it too late? Have you just left? Without a goodbye? No. It can't be. He needs to see, kiss, and hug you. Just one more time, just one last time. Even if feels that he doesn't deserve you.

He slams the door of the bedroom you used to share with brutal force. As he takes off his hat before laying on the mattress, he sighs and an idea crosses his mind. But he's afraid. Because if his plan is not working, it will mean you have already left the Polar Tang. For good. Hands shaking, he finally moves his fingers and mutters, 'room, shambles'. Your plushie disappears as you suddenly pop on the bed.

Oh, thank god, you didn't leave. "Y/n-ya" he whispers, his voice thick with emotions.

Your heart is pounding as you remain silent. Ten days. Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin helped you hide from Law for ten days straight. Giving him the silent treatment was a difficult choice and all you can hope for is that it actually worked. "I'm not a man of many words," he confesses. "But I do love you. I'm sorry for always pushing you away, please forgive me. It's just that... I need to keep you out of trouble. If you don't know my current plan for now, it's safer. " For someone as quiet as him, he's talking a lot. But still not enough."I think I've taken you for granted, but I want to be there for you. Please, let me stay by your side. Don't leave me, please." He almost begs, his voice thick with emotions.

His gentle touch on your cheek almost melts you. You missed those beautiful, smooth hands on your face. You get closer, enjoying the warm heat heating up your chest. "You're so beautiful", he whispers. He looks so genuinely innocent, discovering again all the small details of your face. What has he done to be so fortunate in love? Does he only deserve you? You can tell that he's not even sure as he waits for your answer, trying to hide the slight shaking in his movements.

"I love you, Law." You gently assure him by kissing the tattoos on his fingers. As the solace embraces his heart, Law is melting inside.

He didn't lose you. It's not too late. "I know you're not good at words, so I won't ask for much. What you just said is already perfect. Thank you for confessing to me. I know it's hard for you to open up." you reassure him. "What should I do, y/n-ya? How can I show you that I care about you? I won't repeat this situation twice." His eyes are now shining with pure determination. "Just the small things you used to do before. Sleeping with me, giving me a hello and a goodnight kiss... you remember that? Our routines." Law nods, probably taking mental note. "I have to kiss you twenty times." You raise an eyebrow confusedly. "Why?"

He shrugs. "It's been ten days since I last saw you. And I'm supposed to kiss you all mornings and evenings." He's so serious right now, you can't help but burst out laughing. He's not joking at all. God, you love this nerd so much. The confusion on his face is even more hilarious. " I love you," you sigh between two laughs. "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?" That man is so smart, cold and logical, but with love… he's just a mess. A beautiful mess. The one you will always love and cherish. "You're so adorable."

And now, he's blushing. How dare you call him adorable? "Just come here," he sighs, grabs your hips, and sits you on his laps. His lips are sealed to yours, and he kisses you. Twenty times. And he's counting. Every kiss is filled with passion, love, unspoken emotions, and sweet promises.

And, as always when you're together in the same bed, you end up redrawing the tattoos on his chest. As you gently caress his skin, he falls asleep, the tension finally leaving his face. You cradle your head against his chest. His heart is slowly beating, and he looks so calm right now.

You are here with him, and his tortured mind can finally get some sleep.

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klausinamarink · 9 months

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(saw this post and laughed at everyone’s tags and ended up writing this instead of my actual wips i should really finish whOOPs)

Eddie bopped his head lightly along to Mötley Crüe on his Walkman as he scribbled his ideas for the Thanksgiving oneshot. He managed to finish the gruelling biology homework and his English essay tonight, so he deserved a treat.

As he tapped his pencil against his desk, he looked up and happened to catch one Steve Harrington’s face at the window.

Eddie perked up, taking his headphones off. Steve grinned, gave his dumb finger wave, and pointed at the window. Eddie gave him a ‘wait a second’ gesture and hurried to close his door, peeking first at the living room where Wayne sat on the couch and read his newspaper. Then he swiftly moved his Mötley Crüe tape to his radio and cranked the volume up that would cover any discreet noise.

He lifted the window open, taking a moment to closely observe Steve’s face in his goofy awestruck glory. “What brings you to my balcony, Romeo?”

Steve shrugged playfully, “Doesn’t Juliet yearn for his lover to come at unknown hours under the moonlight?”

Eddie gave himself a second to turn away and cover his delightful shriek with a palm over his mouth. Goddamnit, his boyfriend is a perfect Shakespeare romantic. He leaned back in with a low whisper, “Sounds like Romeo needs an excuse to see Juliet.”

“That’ll be great since I’m literally tiptoeing on this box right now.” Steve laughed and heaved himself up with a ‘hup!’ Eddie stepped back to let his boyfriend shimmy in, but then his eyes widened in horror when he realized what was under the window in his room.

“Wait, Steve-!” Eddie cut off as Steve landed elegantly onto the small bookshelf instead of the bed because he had switched their places the previous week because his brain was on a weird day and Eddie had thought doing so might shut it up, so he has yet to reverse them.

The bookshelf toppled over on the floor, along with the lamp and other figurines. Steve himself pretty much crashed and rolled before he stopped himself on his side. He looked up at Eddie in bewilderment.

“Uhhh…”

Before either of them could say anything, Wayne burst into the room. Out of instinctive reflex, Eddie threw his bedsheets right on Steve, covering him but not really hiding him.

“What’s going on?” Wayne asked. His gaze landed on the mess and the very obvious Steve blanket lump on the floor.

“Nothing!” Eddie answered, too cheerily. “I was just dancing a lot and, uh, did this. By accident, sorry.”

Wayne stared at him, clearly not believing his ass. “…Right.” He said slowly. “Does Steve want to stay for breakfast in the morning?”

Eddie blinked innocently and, because he was the best liar in the entire world, said, “Who’s Steve?”

Steve made some muffled guffaw sound. Eddie subtly kicked him in where he hoped was in the shins. Wayne gave him another stare before coming to Steve the Blanket Lump and lifted the sheet up where Steve blinked just as innocently back.

“What’s your name, son?” Wayne asked matter of factly.

“…Steve?”

“Steve, would you like to stay for breakfast in the morning?”

Steve looked over to Eddie, who quickly shook his head no, then back at Wayne with his parent-rated charming smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind, Wayne.”

His uncle nodded and dropped the blanket, covering Steve again. He turned and walked out of the room, calling out, “Better not hear any more noises again!”

Eddie practically dropped to the ground, his face in his hands, and groaned aloud. This was so embarrassing. He felt Steve’s arms hugging his chest. “Eds, babe, I’m sorry but you know I would die for your uncle’s buttermilk biscuits and jams.”

He glared at his boyfriend half-heartedly. “Stealthy like a ninja, you say?”

Steve pointedly looked down at the fallen bookshelf. “Welllll, I could’ve sworn there was always a bed there-”

Eddie kissed him. “Well,” he said after they broke apart, “maybe I’ll let Romeo help me clean up and all shall be forgiven with our usual duties.”

Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a shit-eating grin. “Clean up, you say, Juliet?”

Wayne hollered at Eddie to close his bedroom door.

#klaus writes #steddie #uncle wayne #stranger things

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bettysupremacy · 4 months

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hiii!! first of all I ADORE your theme💋

aaand I was thinking ab james potter w a southern reader! like any scene,just reader being southern asfff accent n all w james.preferably flirty friends🌝

have a good day/night babes!! dw ab writing this if u don’t wannaa💕!!

Flirty friends with jamie🙏🏻 cw: a lil suggestive

“Look who we have here.”

James whoops and whistles as you walk out of your small home. The grass crunches underneath you, louder than in the daylight. You look behind you cautiously. It’s nice being out of the four walls that make up your room.

“Shhh.” You giggle, letting him scoop you into a hug.

“Daddy let you off the farm?” James teases.

“No,” You muffle into him giggly. “and you know I don’t live on a farm.”

“C’mon, farm girl!” Sirius whoops from the car. “Hurry!”

James laughs loudly, pulling back. “He’s kidding.”

“Shhh.” You stress, eyes darting between the two boys. He’s got on a cowboy hat he found at a gift shop. He looks silly.

“Yeah, mate! Shut the f-“

“James,” Your hands fly to his mouth as he holds you. “Are you insane? You know my momma would have an aneurism if she saw me out here.”

Your accent tickles him. He laughs, the boyish music notes slipping through your tight fingers. “C’mon.” He muffles, pulling your hand from his mouth.

Your fingers twine with his, letting him coral you to the car. “I am not a farmer girl.”

“We know.”

Lily smiles as bright as her hair. “Cutest farmer girl I ever would’ve seen though.”

You hold your hand out to her graciously, smiling as James helps you into the car, and subsequently, onto his lap. Remus driving, Sirius shotgun, Mary, Marlene, and Lily in the back. Lily sits on Mary’s lap, and you sit on James’. It’s cosy, but tight.

“I agree.” James murmurs into your ear lowly, grinning when you shiver.

You’re more than friends, but any title higher doesn’t fit. Situationship, Marls had called it. She tugs at your dress now.

“Cute.”

It’s a simple white thing, james heavy carhartt jacket draped over it warmly. He’d lent it to you a week ago at the state fair, though you’d never gotten around to returning it. It was warm, what could you say?

“Yeah,” James adds. “Cute jacket.”

You feel warmth flood into your cheeks even if they can’t see it. “Thank yo-“

“Are those boots? Those are so cute!” Mary gleams at you.

“My daddy got them for me last spring.” You shine. “You really like ‘em?”

She nods, inky curls bouncing around her ears. “The leatherwork is beautiful.”

James suffers with the lack of attention. “Aren’t my boots cute?”

You turn to face him. More attention from you than he was expecting. His cheeks tinge. “You’re not wearing any, baby.”

“I’m not?” It’s a lame attempt at flirting, he’ll admit, but he’s warm and flustered.

“No, but your hat is very handsome.” You knock it.

“Thank you,” he recovers. “You know what they say?”

“Hmm?” Your fingers tangle in his button down.

“Save a horse,” he grins, shushing the groaning car mates. “ride a cowboy.”

“James.” You laugh quietly, dropping to stick your face in his chest embarrassed. You’re sticky with embarrassment, though their disgust isn’t pointed to you.

“What!” He laughs to Sirius, eyeing him in the rearview.

“Awful.”

“But true.” Marls shrugs.

“But hey,” Remus starts after a particularly hard speed bump. “She already is.”

James laughs louder than before, your embarrassment rising with it. Though, everyone catches the smile fighting to play on your lips.

“Let’s play the quiet game.” You murmur.

Everyone laughs.

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adelheidvonschicksal · 5 months

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hii i have a request for megumi x reader where he is unaware of readers attraction to him and he is doesn’t realise the effect of when he does something like scratch his neck and his shirt lifts and it happens one too many times until she admits that he’s pretty which makes him all flustered😭 can be sfw or nsfw

Staring Problem

Five times Megumi caught you staring at him + the one time you caught him staring at you

Notes: I got carried away whoops. Flustered Megs is my fav followed by feral. (I actually had another scenario like this for Christmas except the Reader was doing it on purpose rofl; this one is just a bit ditzy). Thanks for the request. It was fun! Thank you @avidbroswer and another friend for beta reading!

Relationship: Megumi x Fem!Reader

Tags: Fluff, humor, mild sexual context but overall SFW (i.e. no sex), 5000 words

The first time Megumi notices you staring at him is after the baseball game with the Kyoto students.

The game was a big win for your group. Everyone was loudly cheering and celebrating your victory over your sister school – aside from him. It’s not that he wasn’t pleased with the victory. Who wouldn’t be? The cheering and high-fiving wasn’t his scene though. The most celebration he required was simply brushing his hand through divine dog’s fur for a job well done before dismissing the creature.

Megumi walks back to the dugout, steps into the drop-off, and peels his helmet from the top of his head. The sweat accumulated in his helmet causes his hair to cling to him, forcing it down against the back of his neck and his bangs into his line of sight more than usual. He never liked what he considered too much hair on his nape; and for some reason, Gojo hated it even more. Not that he ever understood why Gojo would care about how he styled his hair. He was just weird, he guesses.

Either way, it was annoying.

Gripping his shirt collar, he brings it to his forehead to clean the moisture away, and there’s the added bonus of the breeze cooling off his stomach as his shirt untucks from his uniform pants. He finishes off his grooming with a quick stroke of his fingers up through his bangs before reaching for his water bottle.

It isn’t until he’s finished drinking and wiping away the small bead of water that escapes his mouth to cascade down his pointed jaw with the back of his wrist that he catches the sudden sensation of someone looking at him.

He glances behind him, scanning the crowd of cheerful faces, and he catches your gaze pinning him down. There’s no mistake you’re watching him, but he isn’t sure why you have that clouded, half-lidded stare locked on him like a homing gun.

It makes him antsy even when your neutral lips turn into a gentle smile, and you move to congratulate Itadori on his victory-winning home run.

The next time he catches you, you’re at the café with the other first years, pouring over schoolbooks together. He doesn’t often study with the others outside of class; but out of everyone in the school, he has the best head on his shoulders academically so he can’t really refuse when the three of you earnestly ask for his help for once.

As he draws one leg over the other, Megumi shifts his weight to sit more comfortably in his chair. He rests his chin against his palm, allowing his lengthy fingers to massage the increasingly growing migraine from his throbbing temple while his elbow braces against the table to support the position. His other hand tightens around the handle of his mug and brings it to his mouth. The drink – coffee, black, always – is the only thing stopping his mind from going numb at reviewing the same information he already knows as Nobara struggles to read the chart on this particular page.

“Toos-day.”

“Tuesday.”

“When-is-day.”

“Wednesday,” Megumi corrects.

Stomping onto her feet, her hands slam on the table causing it to shake. Megumi holds his drink closer to his chest to avoid it spilling over as she growls out. “This is so stupid! Why do we need to know English anyway? Why couldn’t it be something like French? Then, we could at least hit up Paris Fashion Week.” She pulls at her hair in frustration, stopping only when you mention that she’ll cause split ends. Sighing, she releases her tension and falls back in her chair. "I need a break."

On that, you're all in agreement.

Taking the opportunity to ease his head, Megumi blows away the steam swirling from his coffee. He closes his eyes if only for a moment to bask in the roast. The liquid is hot and smooth on his tongue, a welcome sensation after walking through the cool evening to get here. It’s enough to earn a small sigh of approval.

When he opens his eyes, he sees that you’re nursing your own drink by pinching your straw between your lips. However, your eyes are on him 'or maybe the mug near his mouth?' he thinks. Regardless, you’re doing it attentively with an affectionate glint like you were smiling on the inside. It makes his eye twitch.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

You flinch like you’re snapping out a hypnotic trance. Slowly, a meek smile forms as you innocently tilt your head and place down your drink. “I was?”

“You were," Itadori corroborates. "You do it a lot actually," Itadori adds between bites of his sandwich. The fact is something Megumi has begun to notice recently as well.

Noticing everyone looking at you, your eyes widen slightly before you force them back down to look at your textbook. You slide your hands from the table and rest them in your lap. “I must’ve zoned out,” you say apologetically.

Megumi scoffs.

“If you’re going to ask me to help you study, you could at least pay attention.” Megumi sighs at the growing remorse on your face. “Forget it,” he dismisses and decides to go back to his coffee, but the peace doesn’t last long as he catches that same gaze from you a minute later.

Your eyebrows push in together as you narrow your eyes briefly in thought, and he can’t help but wonder what’s going on in your mind as you cock your head to the side again.

“Ne, Fushiguro,” you begin hesitantly and quietly. He doesn’t think he would’ve noticed you speaking to him with how soft your voice was had he not already been looking at you. “Did anyone ever tell you that your voice is kinda husky in English?”

Suddenly, his face is hot along with his tongue as he inadvertently chokes on his drink while the other two at the table burst out laughing, drowning out your frantic mutterings as you collapse your face into your palms.

It seems to be a cycle now. Megumi would be going about his day when he would occasionally (usually twice a day) get this sensation of being watched. Sure enough, he could find you following him with your eyes. There isn’t any anger when you’re doing it so he’s fairly sure that you’re not cornering him with your sight out of aggression, but he couldn’t think of another reason his presence would be of interest to you.

Megumi tried to ask Gojo the reason why someone might stare at him. When he explained that you were the one doing it, the older man only laughed at his predicament. Megumi didn’t know why he expected him to be any help in the first place anyway.

Maki was even less help (she seemed reluctant even), but at least she didn't look at him like he was an idiot like Nobara. Finally, there was Itadori, who only caused him more difficulty.

(“Are you sure she doesn’t just LIKE you?” Itadori suggested.

Megumi could only roll his eyes then. It always came back to that with him. “Look, if you’re not going to take this seriously—“

”I am!”)

Megumi almost entertained it until he thought ‘what reason would she like me?’ After all, you didn’t know each other that well. There was no explanation available so it had to be something else.

Out of everyone, he decides to take Maki’s advice that it's best to get the answer from the source.

However, whenever he asks what’s the problem, you never seem to give him a direct answer, explaining away your strange…habit. Even stranger was that he was starting to become accustomed to it, slowly losing the annoyance he held for it early on in your relationship – or maybe he was getting better at ignoring it.

Nonetheless, it would still be nice to have an explanation.

When he sees you early at breakfast, and you undoubtedly see him early at breakfast, he finally decides to broach the topic. He sits himself and his plate at your table, and he doesn’t give you the time to make excuses when he knows for certain you were staring at him.

“Alright. Enough already. What's the deal?"

“Hmm?”

“The staring,” he reiterates.

Your mouth opens like you want to say something but throughout the many times he’s confronted you on your manners, not once have you ever given him a straightforward answer.

“Don’t try to give an excuse. You were definitely watching me.”

As the small silence extends in the air so does the embarrassment on your face until it finally fades away along with your resolve. “Okay, this time I was,” you admit very specifically.

“Why?”

“There’s not really a reason," you explain while looking anywhere but directly at him, and it's an easy tell to sense that you're lying.

Megumi narrows his eyes at you.

“For some reason, I feel like that's not the case."

There has to be some reason your attention is on him so much. He’d at least like to know if it was something he did to you.

“It’s nothing bad really,” you confess, avoiding eye contact with him while your fingers fidget. “Do…you want me to stop?”

Megumi would very much like to say he wants you to stop but somehow he doesn’t think he would be able to force you not to look at him. “I’d prefer it.”

“No problem,” you say and purse your lips tightly. “But…I probably wouldn’t be able to help it every now and then,” you warn him, which piques his curiosity even more.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, that’s because, uhm—to tell you the truth,“ you pause, and he wants to prod more from you but you’re quick to excuse yourself, leaving him with two weeks free from your staring. Or, at least you attempted for that long.

As he accepts that you're not going to stop, it comes to him that he doesn't really care anymore in the following months. It's just how you are, he figures sentimentally. It would feel weird if you stopped at this point. However, it leads to you catching him off guard too often, especially in moments like these.

The two of you were assigned to a mission to dispatch some low-level curses together. It was surprisingly easier than what the mission report suggested, not that he would complain about an easy mission.

Nue is behind him as he requests a ride back to the school over the phone. The bird shikigami is being needier than usual, nudging at the width of Megumi’s back with his head causing Megumi’s voice to be unsteady as the thick plate of Nue’s mask braces between his shoulder blades.

“Cut it out,” he scolds gently, reaching his free hand back to briefly ruffle at random mounds of feathers.

There’s a soft crooning in his ear, begging for attention. He isn’t used to Nue being this affectionate, not like his divine dogs. As he hangs up the call, Nue starts to stroke his head against his side again.

Amused, he huffs softly - as close to a laugh as anyone has ever heard from the taciturn teen – and raises his arm to let the bird cradle better against his side. The gentle cuddling from the shikigami is enough to lighten his mood as auburn feathers tickle against his fingers and coax the smallest smile from him.

“Alright. Alright. That’s enough,” he says affectionately before returning to the serious matters at hand. “We need to regroup with our partner. Can you go scout for her?” Megumi asks; but to his surprise, Nue flutters his wings and twists his head around to stare directly to the side of him…at you, a few feet away.

Megumi didn’t know how long you’d been standing there, watching him. He thinks any time was probably too long in this situation. (He also thinks he might demand you start wearing a bell when you go on missions together.)

With a goofy smile, you walk towards him, and his heart is pounding, anticipating what you could possibly be about to say as you shorten the distance between the two of you, so close that an outreached arm would be enough to close it. The childishly smug look on your face makes his cheeks burn as you gently begin to trace the outline on Nue’s faceplate and press your head against the top of Nue’s.

“Before you say anything, I wasn’t watching you. I was admiring Nue.”

Megumi scoffs. He can’t say he isn’t amused that out of all things to say, you start with that. As if it isn’t obvious by now that he knows that you’re failing hard to hide your bad habit – for whatever reason you have it. And even more amusing was the way your face would highlight in embarrassment as you tried to hide the fact.

“Convenient story.”

“It’s the truth. Isn’t that right, Nue? You’re so handsome that I can’t tear my eyes away,” you praise, cuddling the owl until he ruffles his feathers and chitters, happily letting you drown him in attention.

And for the first time, he finds himself watching you instead with your face buried against his shikigami, and Nue is equally happy for your touch. It’s a sweet scene as Megumi concludes where Nue might have started to learn these overly affectionate tendencies. That is until you turn your head, naturally searching for his presence. When you meet his gaze, you smile warmly at him causing heat to crawl up the back of his neck and his heart to jump in his throat. With your focus on him this way, he is overwhelmed by a new sensation that he isn’t sure why he’s feeling in the first place. It’s not like he was unused to you looking in his direction.

Astonished by the moment, you point out, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before.”

Confused, Megumi blinks at you. Had he been smiling?

Your expression softens. “It suits you.”

Surprised by your tender observation, he shifts his head away, hiding his rapidly reddening cheeks from you.

“Let’s head to the meeting point,” he manages, thanking whoever above that he was able to keep his voice steady at least.

One day, you decided to stop at the café together again. This time it’s only the two of you since the others are still out on their own duo mission. Even with that being the case, he would still have accepted your invitation regardless of the availability status of your other two friends. He isn’t really sure when he started to be okay being alone with you, and he also isn’t sure when you began to get comfortable with him as well. But he finds he doesn't mind either of those anymore.

“You’re staring,” he points out flatly, not bothering to look up from his book to confirm his accusation. He knows it’s true. “What is it this time?”

There’s a laugh from you, drawing his attention up. “Nothing.”

Normally, he would let you get away with that answer nowadays; but today, Megumi is determined to finally get to the bottom of whatever is up with you and him.

“Nothing?” he questions again skeptically. You nod, and he holds his gaze on you, pointedly, securely, determined to not even blink as he watches your face.

You frown. “Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asks, one long blink to reset himself before firmly keeping royal blue eyes locked on you once more.

“That,” you say, motioning to all of him.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Uh-huh."

There’s a small beat of quiet as you return your focus to your book, but you look up every so often (probably to check if he's stopped eye-ing you down, which he doesn't). Holding an arm across your chest to scratch at the other, you squirm. As awful as it is, he feels a bit smug at the way you curve in and start to grow self-conscious.

“This is weird.”

“It is,” he agrees bluntly causing you to pout. He notes how funny it is to finally see the tables turned between the two of you and to have you overly aware of his watch. Even if he doesn’t get his answer, teasing you like this and eliciting that cute reaction is strangely worth it.

“How long are you going to do that?”

Megumi crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, never letting you leave his vision. He shrugs. “Depends. Are you going to tell me?”

You scowl but manage to hold your resolve for the better half of five minutes.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll stop,” you say, but he isn’t satisfied with that answer. Choosing to keep his rebellious challenge against you, he leans in closer and keeps up the wall until you finally start to crack under the pressure. “Well…it’s nothing really.”

“Then, tell me.”

“It’s,” you begin then pause.

He hunches in closer as if to keep your secret.

“It’s just that…” he can see you start to fidget in your chair, and for some reason, he feels his own anticipation growing. “You have a really pretty way about you.”

That was not the answer he was expecting.

“Huh? I have…a pretty way about me?” he repeats in disbelief, his face scrunching. “You must be joking.”

“I’m serious,” you tell him. “It’s something in the way you move, it makes it hard to concentrate.”

Megumi could only guess what kind of answer you would have but it wasn’t one that instantly makes his temperature skyrocket and causes his heart to start swelling against his ribcage, spreading the feeling of liquid butterflies through his veins.

“That's the only reason,” you repeat, noticing the way he seemed to completely stop functioning. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

He uncrosses his arms, trying to sputter out a coherent sentence but his mind wouldn’t supply him with one as he fights to keep his own blushing down. “No. I’m not—it’s not that I’m—I just didn’t know what it was about—I—pretty?” he stammers, completely bewildered to the point he thinks his voice might crack for the first time in years.

You nod, growing more embarrassed. “I mean in a masculine way! Like your eyes, your hands, your voice, and the way your shirt drapes your shoulders. Ah! Basically…you’re really handsome,” you finish quickly when you realize you are rambling stupidly, and you squeeze onto the edge of your chair to calm yourself.

It’s so quiet between the two of you that you could possibly hear one of the cheap plastic straws from the front counter drop.

“Fushiguro-kun?” you ask bashfully.

He focuses his attention on the passerby's walking by the window as he shifts and squeezes at his uniform collar, attempting desperately to hide a fraction of his burning face behind the dark blue fabric. You…were simply attracted to him for some reason he would probably never understand (why in the world would you think any of that about him is attractive?) all this time.

“Let’s pretend this conversation never happened,” he tells you frantically.

Nodding, you confirm. “Yeah! That’s a good idea.”

For once, you’re not staring at him yet Megumi still feels like he can’t breathe despite the rapid rising and falling of his chest showing that he was very well breathing. As his face continues to burn and his stomach churns with this unfamiliarly pleasant and confusing emotion, he wishes his shadow would open and swallow him whole. Forever, perhaps.

It isn’t until later that night when his mind is heavy with thoughts of you, he admits to himself that he doesn’t exactly hate your reason.

Bonus

Before you enrolled in this school, your clan already outlined your priorities in life. Study, learn, become the best sorcerer you can for the benefit of the clan and your own survival. There isn’t time for things like friendship and even less for love, your family taught you, at least not until you’re older.

You agreed with that sentiment, going through your younger teen years not ever having a crush on someone or a strong preoccupation with romance. However, this school is proving that you still very much feel attraction.

Specifically for your withdrawn classmate.

Something about him was just so pretty. You’re not sure if it was the way his hair falls ever so neatly over his forehead before turning back into spiked peaks, or how deep blue his eyes are especially when shadowed by gorgeous rows of midnight eyelashes, or the way he carried himself like the stoic protagonists in the love comics your friends were obsessed with last year.

Maybe it was the entire package.

At the time you first started to notice him, you didn’t have the answer pieced together yet. Seeing that you also hadn’t learned anything proper about romance and attraction from your clan let alone flirting, the only thing you could do was stare at him as you failed to decipher this newfound infatuation that made your heart stutter and your lower body hot with tingles similar to the sensation of ginger spice on your tongue.

‘Is this that puberty thing they were talking about in health class all those years back,’ you wondered. They did say it could happen late, but this late? You weren’t sure, but you did like looking at him. That much was certain.

So, you continued to do so.

It's not like you were exactly going against what your clan told you.

After all, your clan would always say it’s important to be aware of your surroundings as a sorcerer, remember every little detail, and save it to memory, that could be the difference between death and victory in a battle.

Shouldn’t you take that advice to heart when it comes to your teammates as well? After all, these are the people you will be relying on while working. It’s important to learn their mannerisms.

Another thing your clan told you was that hands are an important thing to watch. Any sorcerers’ hands were a danger from Itadori’s hand-to-hand combat style, Gojo-sensei’s domain expansion, and Fushiguro’s entire technique.

His hands were always coming together to summon shadows, and he talked and explained things frequently with them to the point it became a distraction for you.

You also like the way his dominant hand always seems to climb up and curve around the back of his neck in the mornings as he stretches out the tightness from a cramped sleep. You would watch as he glosses each finger across his nape and shoulder, wondering what it would be like to have them coming across your own and to have fingers that could expertly craft signs tickling at your skin. Would you shudder or would it tickle or would it feel like nothing? Fortunately, you always resist the shaking urge to glide your own hand across your collar to find the answer.

It isn’t always the way his palm brushes his neck that entirely gets you but the way his sweatshirt rises, barely revealing a ring of beige skin that was normally hidden away under layers of comfortable cotton. It not only exposes him to the stagnant air of the school building but to your wandering eyes that had a bad problem of not being able to remain where they should be.

Objectively speaking, you were aware from day one that Itadori was strong and well-built under his clothes, but you didn’t realize the same could be said for Megumi until you saw the slip of his lower abdominal and the constellation of pale brown freckles hidden in the groove of his hip.

By the time your attention would return to his hands, you would be locked on the gentle way his knuckle catches the edge of his shirt's neckline. It was unknowing to him during those times that the action was teasing you by causing the fabric to lightly shift and expose the crux of his collarbone.

Then, you didn’t even want to get started on his face or eyes. The same ones that are gorgeously blue even when stormy with annoyance or softened with confusion every time he would catch you.

From your point of view, you admit that both looks were handsome on his face. However, you’re starting to realize from your last interaction that maybe you were being a tad…invasive. You refused to say creepy without a pillow to scream into.

So, you convince yourself to stop staring whenever you notice your eyes drifting to him. Only small peeks for his comfort unless you were talking to him or he to you. In hindsight, you think you are better at talking to him without embarrassing yourself all the time at least.

Your new resolve would be tested today as you prepare to head to the training field for another day of close combat drills with your upperclassmen. You dress in layers, wearing a light jacket and thigh socks with your shorts, fully intending to ditch both once it heats up a little more in the afternoon.

When you make it to the practice field, you notice two things: that Megumi is there (which you swear you only took note of for two seconds) and that you’re the last to arrive, meaning that you’re going to be the first put through the wringer with Maki-senpai.

The only positive is that you manage to last an extra round against her more than usual, and you’re left with only an aching butt as you hit the ground. You hiss and rub your wounded rear before dusting the ripped-up blades of grass from your lap. Noticing your socks bunched against your ankles, you click your tongue. Bending your legs, you start to shuffle one back up the length of your calf then your thigh. You unfurl it as high as you can until there’s only a small circumference of skin left between your shorts and the top of your sock. Satisfied, you start to repeat the process with your other leg before Maki taps your hip with her staff.

“Megumi is staring at you,” she grunts in a quiet warning, and you blink at her before trying to glance back over to the first row of bleachers. “Not too obvious.”

You force your gaze back to her, using the opportunity to catch Megumi in your periphery. Sure enough, you could barely make him out looking in your direction while Itadori talked to him. That was weird. You don't think you can recall a time where he was watching you unless you did it first. ‘He was probably watching me train,’ you begin to decide.

Before you can register what's going on completely, Maki calls out dryly, "Hey, Megumi, pictures last longer!”

Barely from this distance, you can see his head snap back and a scowl glowering on his face as he glares at her direction. “What are you talking about?”

“So, you want to play that way,” she mumbles and singles him out with a point of her staff and a crooked smile. “In that case, I’ll explain while we train!”

Megumi looks more annoyed than you have seen him in the last few days as he declares from the bleachers that he’s training with Panda instead as soon as he’s done with Nobara.

“That guy,” Maki grumbles quietly, slapping her staff back against her shoulder and layering a hand on her hip. “He makes things so difficult for everyone, including himself. I guess I’ll have to have a chat with him later.”

"Huh?" you huff as she twists her waist to look at you.

“Well, I can’t exactly have my darling little relative turning out like the rest of those perverts from the clan, after all,” she explains vaguely but instead of anger, there’s a rare hint of sarcastic amusement in her words. Suddenly, it starts to dawn on you what Maki means as your fingers brush the side of your inner thigh, and your throat starts to tighten with something akin to anxiety, and you want desperately to bury your face in your hands as you realize that he was looking at your legs. That he must like your legs…

The thought makes your heart pound, and something pulses inside you with what feels like anticipation as you catch his attention on you again. You were used to lusting after him but it was a different feeling to experience it in reverse – mutually even.

Is this what it felt like? Have you ever made him feel like this by watching him?

You didn’t know what to do.

“What do I do?”

She gives an incredulous look. “Call him out naturally, especially if it bothers you,” she replies. "But that isn't what you want, right?"

You frown, not entirely sure yourself. It didn’t bother you necessarily. If anything, you like his attention on you. It makes your body otherworldly hot when he gives it to you. Pulling your knees to your chest, you think back to what someone in one of those television dramas would do in this situation. It takes some courage, but you find your answer.

You wink at him.

It elicits an immediate response that involves him shoving his hands in his pockets and scrambling to break eye contact; so much that you can see Itadori twisting towards him with concern.

“Hah, that was a good one." Maki lets out a short and harsh snort. "Wait until I tell Panda.”

Smiling proudly, you can’t resist staring at the flush that he has to stand and stalk off to the other side of the field closer to Inumaki and Panda to hide. Out of all the attractive things about him, you think that might top your list; and truthfully, you wanted to see it again.

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The Concession - Din Djarin x f!Reader

gif from @rebeljyn 's gifset here

Din Djarin falls in love. Whoops.

The Savior / The Concession / The Choice (END)

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TAGS: S2 Din Djarin, "Who Did This to You?", P in V, Unprotected Sex w/o consequences because who likes those, m!Masturbation, Fluff, Pining, touch-starved!Din, helmet-less!Din, soft!Din, protective!Din, Grogu bein a sweet shit.

WARNINGS: Star Wars cursing/slang which I know annoys some people lmao, abusive shopkeepers.

A/N: "Shit" is Star Wars canon (thank you, Andor); Din is a groaner (Chapter 5 of TBOBF); & Din is a bit of a poet (thanks pledge to Bo-Katan in Chapter 23); I have cited my sources LOL.

"No," the Mandalorian snaps. "No droids."

A gloved hand flies to his holster and the rusty pit droids screech to a halt, beeping nervously.

Leaning against the frame of the Razor Crest, at the top of the boarding ramp, you roll your eyes at Din Djarin's back. His distaste for droids had been made clear to you the first time he'd stopped for parts.

Those droids had been considerably less polite about Din’s preference, and he had taken too much pleasure in enforcing it.

"Listen, buddy, they're my refueling dr-"

"Then I'll take my business elsewhere."

The attendant sighs loudly, glaring at the Mandalorian. The skinny, maroon male with a fin-shaped head rises from his chair behind his workshop desk. He walks toward a shaking pit droid and grabs the refueler.

"It'll cost you extra," the attendant's eye-stalks narrow at the bounty hunter.

Din comes to an agreement with the disgruntled worker, sullenly agreeing to a slightly higher rate.

As the Mandalorian keeps watch over his ship, your footsteps clang down the steep ramp, and you sidle up to him, saying, "We need some things. Ration packs are gone. And - don't tell him -" your voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, "But I think Grogu deserves a treat."

"He would agree with you.” Din’s elbow brushes your shoulder, and he realizes he’d leaned closer as you spoke.

You continue, “And you need something to relax.”

At that, Din’s helmet turns. “I do not.”

“You’re even more impatient than usual. You’re on an anti-droid campaign; the last time we stopped, you threatened to yank out one’s navigator circuits just for bumping your foot.” You look up at him, raising a teasing eyebrow.

The Mandalorian goes as still as one of those droids he had deactivated. His intimidating, T-shaped slit brands into your vision. Behind it, you know he’s boring holes into your face.

“Alright. Nothing for you, then.”

Your shoulders drop when you turn away from him, almost relieved to be out from underneath his piercing, hidden gaze.

The Mandalorian had paid you a few days before, and this was your first real opportunity to spend your own money. You can’t stop smiling, even as you place the kid in his white pod and stuff your pocket with your credits. Grogu is as excited as you are - giggling in his quiet way.

As you pass the statue of Din Djarin, he extends a closed fist. Obediently, you hold out your hand. The tan-hide fingers of his gloves open and credits fall, clinking. You look up questioningly at him.

“For the food. Your wages are not meant to be spent on communal necessities.”

Your lips curve into a lopsided, sweet smile that Din immediately commits to memory, and you nod.

Turning to Grogu, his fuzzy ears perked and eyes wide, you ask, “Ready, kid?”

***

The marketplace is huge. Stretching the length of the entire square, it’s busy for a planet this remote, but the size increases the options.

Grogu floats along beside you, and you keep one hand on the lip of the pod, just to be safe. The responsibility of the kid is the greatest charge you’ve ever been given, in more ways than one. Grogu often holds your hand or squeaks to get your attention to point at something glowing or stinky or flashing. His outright affection is a lamp to your lonely heart.

After visiting several vendors, you’ve resupplied what was necessary (with credits left over), and now you move on to something for Grogu. You’d be buying that with your own wages. Din could say whatever he liked, but what else do you have to spend your money on except the cute baby?

You walk past a booth advertising repair supplies, but when you realize it’s for clothing repair, something clicks in your brain. Grogu’s ears flop forward with your sudden stop. Your eyes run over the objects, and you select some, a smile splitting your face. You hope he will be pleased.

Several minutes later, Grogu makes a bah! sound, pointing at a live amphibian display. You’re pretty sure it’s a pet vendor, but the look on the kid’s face tells you he won’t take no for an answer. And maybe you should parent him - tell him no - but that’s Din’s job, not yours.

“Hi. How much for the frog eggs?” You politely ask the vendor, digging in your pocket for credits.

The bug-eyed lady tells you in a language you don’t speak, but she holds up three short tentacles on her hand. She pushes six eggs toward you, which you gratefully take and set in Grogu’s pod.

When you try to hand her the credits, she’s pushed out of the way by someone behind her. A man with a smushed nose yells in the same language the lady had spoken, and points away, clearly telling her to leave.

You watch warily, and once the woman has gone, the man turns to you.

“My apologies. The price is one credit per egg,” he simpers at you.

Disliking the hike in price, you move to return half of the eggs, but he protests, “Once the item has left my possession, they must be paid for.”

“But I can give them back to you,” you assert. “I’m not paying that much for frog eggs.”

His smushed nose twitches up like a feral Loth-wolf, “Yes, you are.”

"I'm not." You set three eggs back on the counter.

The man seizes your wrists, holding you in place. The crowded market is loud, but your indignant cry and the vendor's screamed accusation of theft cause several people to stop and watch.

You try to twist out of his hold, but his scaly skin tears at yours. The snarling vendor suddenly ceases making noise, and he releases your wrists to clutch at his throat. Shocked, your head snaps to the child.

Grogu has one little, three-fingered hand raised and curled.

“No!” You gasp, slamming the button on Grogu’s pod to close it. Far, far too many eyes watch.

The vendor, choking and sputtering, recovers quickly and lunges at you across the table. His hands grip your upper arms, but you wrench out of his hold. Hoping to draw all attention to yourself, you punch the vendor with all your might. The vendor stumbles.

“Never seen someone pretend to choke over three credits,” your lie is an incredibly lame one, but you hope it’s enough for passersby.

He clutches his jaw; his spat insult is garbled, and he begins to inch around the long table, trying to get a better shot at you.

You turn and walk away with as even a pace as you can manage. Running would make his accusation true. The crowd swallows the two of you up well, and you lengthen your stride.

But the vendor is regaining his volume. Nervously, you check over your shoulder. You jolt when Grogu’s pod bumps into your hip, then zooms away.

“No,” you yell again, grasping for the white vessel, but it comes to a hovering stop in front of a tall, silver man.

“Thank the Maker,” you sigh with relief. “We have to go.”

Din immediately notices the red ring of heat around your wrists and along your knuckles. He strides toward you. The closer he gets, the safer you feel - his protective aura slowly engulfing you.

Din grabs your forearm and examines your wrist. There’s a raw quality to your skin where the man’s abrasive hands had clamped down and twisted. After a moment, his face locks onto yours.

“Show me who did this."

Cold, calm, his words are a promise.

Confused by his reaction, and still so used to answering when asked a direct question, you wince over your shoulder. Din finally seems to hear the vendor shouting in the distance as he searches the crowd for a ‘thief’ and her ‘dangerous pet’. Din abruptly straightens and steps past you.

Running after him, you reach for his gloved hand, fingers sliding home. “Din, please; we need to go.”

The familiar contact makes him stop and turn to look at you. He says nothing, so you use the opportunity to explain.

“The ki- I made a scene, and it would be best if everyone forgot about it. A Mandalorian publicly roughing up the very same shopkeeper would give them more reason to gossip.”

Din Djarin frowns the longer you speak. He knows you’re right. The kid is far more important than his sudden anger. He nods curtly.

The man’s vicious insults about your likely occupation and parentage echo down the street and make Din’s lip curl. But for the sake of the child, he manages to turn back toward the Razor Crest. It’s only when he passes Grogu’s stationary pod that he realizes he’s still holding your hand, fingers loosely intertwined.

He gently flexes his hand, letting go.

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As the Razor Crest speeds away from the planet, you smile. Vacuous and bone-chillingly cold, space is the worst. For most of your life, the inhospitable conditions had been worsened by your constant transport in the dark hold of some Creator-forsaken vessel.

But the cabin of the Mandalorian’s ship is warm and full of life, occupied by the kid's excited babbling and your semi-nervous laughter.

The kid waves his stubby arms in the Mandalorian’s lap as the Razor Crest dips and rises through a relatively calm asteroid field. Expertly maneuvering the expanse, Din Djarin has little motivation to do so except the smiles on his passengers’ faces. If you ask, he’ll tell you it’s a shortcut to the next system, which is only mostly untrue.

It’s been three months since Din collected the bounty on your former master. During that time, the Mandalorian had found one of the kid’s kind. A Jedi who could’ve taken Grogu, she declined the task. She told the bounty hunter of a place, a Seeing Stone, where Grogu could reach out for a Jedi master himself.

Though a week has passed since learning of the Stone, Din had yet to bring Grogu to it, instead taking a couple of jobs. The stoic Mandalorian won’t admit, especially to himself, that he’s reluctant to let the child go.

Reaching a lull in the slow-moving asteroids, Din draws the thruster back to stationary level, then looks down, his helmet nearly touching his breastplate, at the child still waving his short arms. Din turns his silver face to you questioningly.

Before he can speak, you joke, "I don’t want to learn to fly out here, if that's what you're about to ask.”

He shrugs with acceptance. Your eyebrows pinch in surprise, wondering if he’s playing along or serious.

“Okay, kid. We're done here,” he tenderly lifts Grogu and passes him to you.

Grogu makes a protesting sound and hides one of his hands inside his robe.

“Big, mean Mandalorian is no fun,” you mutter to the child teasingly. Grogu coos in agreement.

Din shakes his head and swivels back to the control panel, flipping switches and entering data. The kid catches your attention, triumphantly showcasing a small metal sphere from his robe. You press your lips together and wink, silently promising you won’t tell.

The Mandalorian’s gloved fingers run over his ship’s control panel like he’s conducting the Coruscant Orchestra, and then, suddenly, his right hand freezes in mid-air as he reaches for the thruster.

“Grogu,” Din growls, spinning in his chair.

You laugh openly, “He’s a toddler, Din. You can’t close your eyes for a second.”

The Mandalorian rises, his bulk taking up the entirety of the cabin. He gently wrestles the ball from Grogu's fingers.

Long, soft ears droop, and massive, black eyes turn glassy.

“Oh, look what you've done,” you croon, looking up at Din with an expression mirroring the kid’s.

Though he doesn't move, you can somehow see when Din’s annoyance is overruled by something stronger. Then the Mandalorian’s wide shoulders slowly rise and fall, a long-suffering sigh leaving his body.

“You are both menaces,” the Mandalorian accuses. He extends his hand, palm upward, “Grogu. Take it.”

You hold your breath, allowing the child to focus on using his power. Grogu closes his eyes. The metal ball wiggles in the concave of Din’s large palm, then zooms to Grogu’s tiny hand.

Din makes a fist in excitement, “Great job, kid.”

Beaming at the Mandalorian, even more enthralled with him than the magic child in your lap, you wish you could see his proud smile.

Noticing your expression, Din's chin swivels to the side, clearly questioning.

"Nothing. It's just that - it’s good to see you like this.” You shrug, trying to minimize your staring. “I know you’ve been stressed.”

The silent moment draws out as he assesses your observation. Still standing, the Mandalorian’s right hand hesitantly rises to whisper across the left side of your jaw. The gloved softness of his thumb caresses your cheekbone for an instant and a lifetime.

Din drops his hand like it weighs as much as a rancor. He turns around and sits back in his pilot's chair. Silver armor reflects the red and yellow lights around the cabin as he finishes his navigational procedures.

Cheeks aflame, you duck your face down into the kid.

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“‘Occasional repairs,’’' you quote at the Mandalorian. “Every karking week there’s a new hole in this poor ship.”

On the other side of the wing, busy soldering panels together, the Mandalorian's head snaps up. Unmoving, his expressionless mask simply stares at you. You bite your lip to prevent a grin and continue replacing bolts.

The beskar helmet remains for a while longer, hiding Din’s thoughts. He imagines what you’d look like if he put you on your knees and made you pay for your jokes. If he wiped that pretty smirk off your face. He feels a stirring in his flight suit, so he wrenches his mind away.

The act the two of you committed in that field has not been repeated. His dedication to his helmet - to his creed - is paramount. And you tempt him too much.

For the second time in the past year, Din has accidentally grown attached to someone - first the kid and now you. But with you, it’s a danger of a different kind.

Din had hoped that he just needed to get it out of his system. Get you out of his system. He had won that mock fight in the field, but he had yielded to his desire for you.

Instead of feeling sated, Din feels hungrier as the days go by. Useless information, such as the number of sonic showers you've taken, clogs his mind. He would be ashamed of his counting, but he's too battle-weary to care. He does not count how many times he's taken advantage of the privacy of his bunk, remembering your eager face, your receptive body underneath him.

All that armor wasn't worth a damn thing.

It’s easier for you. As inexperienced as Din but with your self-esteem already in the sarlacc pit, it wasn’t a stretch to imagine he'd had his fill of you and… well, that was that. Though you dream of it nearly every night, waking up to the strange feeling of both gaining and losing something.

Of course, the Mandalorian still needed you to care for the kid or help him replace several wing panels when he inevitably damaged them, as you were currently doing.

At dusk, white trees sway behind you in the biting wind. This planet is rather cold, and Grogu, asleep inside the Razor Crest, doesn’t join you for the lovely, young Gornt dinner that Din had hunted. The two of you butcher it in silence and place it on the makeshift spit.

You then plop onto a log and snuggle down into your clothes, shivering. Though the items Din had given you months earlier are sturdy and warm, some of the chill of the night manages to seep through. You cross your arms, rubbing them.

Din vanishes from the other side of the fire - the smoky, dark air impenetrable. Squinting, you try to spot his reflective armor, but it works against you in this instance, easily blending him into the flickering, dim light.

A heavy material suddenly falls onto your shoulders, and you jump.

"Oh!"

The Mandalorian stands directly behind you, the thick cloak he was trying to give you still partially in his hand.

"I was focused on trying to see you through the smoke. I didn't think you'd be there." You clutch the brown garment tight around you and softly smile up at him, "Thank you."

Din nods, the clinking sound of metal audible as he returns to his log across the firelight. Your mouth gapes for a moment when you realize that the material around your shoulders is his torn cape.

"Do you not get cold?"

"I do."

"Why not wear one yourself then?" You lift part of the cloak in indication.

"Mandalorians are taught to withstand uncomfortable circumstances. As a foundling, I frequently exercised in far less temperate weather."

"A foundling?" You query, your eyebrow raising.

The Mandalorian leans back and shifts his legs apart to better distribute his weight.

"My youth was upended by war. When my village was destroyed, I was found by a Mandalorian."

"The name is quite literal, then?"

"My people are quite literal," Din crosses his arms and his commanding presence is distracting.

He looks so big sitting on the log, his legs open, back straight, and arms folded.

"We have similar beginnings," you swallow, trying to ignore the burning inside that has nothing to do with the fire.

"I was a little more fortunate in who found me," Din states. He leans forward to finally adjust the rod holding your dinner.

You lose your gaze in the flaming light, remembering.

“I still can’t believe how much things have changed,” you murmur.

Din Djarin can’t either. He has a life-altering decision to make, and a child to let go of, and both thoughts weigh on him like a karking Mudhorn. Din sighs internally at his unintended choice of simile.

Your eyes stray upward to the navy sky, breathing deeply. The frigid air burns your lungs, but you only draw more in, relishing your freedom to do so.

"You did not deserve that life," Din’s rough, mechanical voice answers over the sound of the crackling fire.

You frown, "No one does."

Running with the Mandalorian was a great way to stay ahead of the slavers. Paid employment, constant movement, and no one besides Din knowing your name - it was too good to be true.

Dropping your head from the sky, you level the Mandalorian with the most heartfelt gaze you can manage, "Thank you. I would've never had the courage to run without you."

Unable to see his reaction, you feel the distance most acutely. It isn't just flame and metal that divides you.

"I-" Din starts, but you cut him off.

"But mostly it's thanks to Grogu," you grin, trying to lighten the mood.

The helmet bobs as though he's amused, then Din sighs dramatically.

"I need to separate you two."

"I love him," you giggle, remembering a moment a few days earlier when he had picked up a very dignified, sentient species of frog and tried to eat it. "He is such an agent of chaos." You laugh into your cloak-covered hand.

Grateful that you can't see the fervent emotion glimmering in his brown eyes, Din studies you. Your fond smile is lit by the glowing fire and the cold winds blow redness into your cheeks and nose. You’re secure in his cloak, and it makes his chest ache.

"Shit," he breathes. The hiss through his modulator doesn't pick up the word well, to his relief.

It's not a surprise if you do truly love the kid. He is adorable and you've been with him every waking moment for three months, but the word you've just introduced is jarring to Din.

Talking about Grogu brings the dangers you all face to the forefront of your mind. Your smile falls.

"Will you continue to teach me to fight?" You don't immediately register the sudden rigidity of Din's posture, so you press on, "It’s upsetting to me that I'm better with a blaster than with the skills I was taught and trained in by my family."

The Mandalorian is relieved. You've given him an excuse to say no.

"I cannot teach you the methods of your people."

“That’s alright; anything would be appreciated.”

Din shifts his thigh on the log, agitated, and you struggle to fill the silence, “You don’t have to, of course.”

Then, as the silence lengthens, and you watch his helmet glint as he looks away, you realize what he must be so uncomfortable about.

“Oh. I am not asking we repeat that. I’m sorry,” you raise a hand to chest height as if you’re trying to physically defend yourself from the awkwardness. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“I know.”

“I- Din, really I only meant the…” you grimace and clamp your lips together, unable to bear the tension. Standing, you insist, “I swear to you, I never expected more.”

Forgetting to return his cape, you unconsciously hold it closer as you retreat into the Razor Crest.

The Mandalorian does not watch you walk away. His conflicted eyes remain trained on the crackling fire. Sparring with you brings every heart tug, every little attraction he has to you to the surface, and that's too frustrating to manage while IMPs track him and he deals with letting go of Grogu.

But Din knows he really should continue to teach you. It’s in your best interest, as well as Grogu’s. His hangup is entirely selfish, and Din is not a selfish man.

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Hours later, when the sun has started to rise once more on this short-cycle planet, the Mandalorian finds his brown cape hung on the door to the refresher. He jerks it off its resting place, and goes to tuck it back around himself, when he notices that something is wrong.

Frozen, the Mandalorian stares at the brown, rough material in his hand. There are no holes in it anymore, only stitches.

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Combined with the sound of intentionally-loud footsteps, Din places Grogu - who had jumped between the two of you all night - on the edge of your cot, allowing the child to wake you up. Din strides to his weapons cache.

You yawn, then snicker at Grogu’s delighted face as he babbles what must be his version of Good Morning.

“Morning, kid.” You pet his ear and he begins to purr.

“You should stop babying him,” the Mandalorian doesn’t look at you as he searches among the weapons.

“Why? He’s a baby.”

Din shuts the doors to his stash. “He is fifty years old."

“He's what?”

Din shrugs and inclines his head in humor. You stare incredulously at the middle-aged child who rotates his little head between you and his father.

“His species is unknown, but they age differently than we do.”

“Uh, yeah. Fifty?”

Din’s modulator makes a rasping sound. It could’ve been a small laugh, but you’re not sure.

“Is fifty so terrible?”

Something in Din’s voice makes you look up at him. He casually leans against the hull.

Unsure if you should have the gumption to even ask, you stutter, “A-are you also fifty?”

The beskar mask does not move as the man behind it debates his reply. He decides on honesty.

“No,” Din states. He clasps one hand over the other in front of him, adding, “But I will reach that number in less than a decade.”

You make a small, accepting gesture as you had subconsciously placed him around his early forties anyway. In any case, it doesn’t matter to you. He is the Mandalorian who (somewhat inadvertently at first, you’ll admit) saved you. Even without that gratitude, you would feel an attraction to him. He was strong and kind and protective. Ruthless, sure, but only when necessary.

Din pushes off the wall, “You didn’t ask why I woke you.”

“Oh.” It hadn’t occurred to you, so used to being woken up - far more rudely or violently - each morning for the prior two decades. “Alright, why did you wake me?”

He reaches behind his back, unhooking an item, and holds out the fighting stick he had used in that skirmish between the two of you.

“I will teach you what I can.”

***

Din Djarin is careful not to touch you, even through his gloves. He doesn’t trust himself anymore. Instead, he instructs you in tactics. After clocking your strategy in less than three moves, Din is worried about your future opponents doing the same.

“You dislike giving ground, but there will be times you’ll have to. It’s how you will outmaneuver them,” the Mandalorian stands, hands folded, his knee cocked, as he speaks.

“How do you know that?” You ask in response to his first statement.

Din clenches his jaw at the memory so very close to other memories, and answers you in a contained voice, “You were not subtle.”

You smile, abashed. “See, that is why I asked you. I’m far too inexperienced.”

Din closes his eyes in frustration.

You continue nervously, thinking about how hesitant he had been to agree to this, “My master took me to many fights, and you’re the best I’ve ever seen. I value your opinion.”

Din is used to compliments. Those whom he returned quarries to often praised him for his work. But your praise is one he actually wants, and something throbs in his chest. Then he grows irritated with his rampant, immature yearning for you.

Din speaks harshly, “This is for the protection of the child. You are his guardian when I am not nearby.”

Locked onto that T-shaped, black slit, your eyes flicker a little at his callous, impatient pronouncement, but you nod.

“Of course. For the kid.”

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Unhappy to be removed from where he had curled up on his father’s pilot seat, Grogu had insisted upon sleeping in the cockpit with his little metal ball. You had assured the Mandalorian that you didn’t mind staying in the passenger chair for the night. The cushions were comfortable enough, and it made the child happy.

An hour after Grogu had begun purring in his sleep, you’re brought to consciousness by a deeper, labored sound. Bolting to your feet, worried about the Mandalorian below, you descend the ladder.

The door to the Mandalorian’s bunk had not fully closed, apparently jamming on some loose junk part that Grogu must’ve picked up. There is no light on in the enclosed space, so you cannot see him. But you can hear the way he mutters your name once, rough and agitated. You can hear the sound of material jerking and his rasping, vocoded grunts.

Your throat tightens and your breathing stops. Eyes wide, you slowly back up, terrified for him to find you in this way. A molten weight in your stomach wants you to push open the door and take care of him, but after the manner in which he spoke to you the entire afternoon, and the obvious way he tries to forget about that day in the field, you can’t. You can’t even fathom why he would be uttering your name. It’s too confusing.

Dazed, you return to the cockpit and try to block him out. Sleep does not come to save you for far too long, and when it does, it provides you no escape from the Mandalorian.

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Din’s tortured use of your name had kept you awake far into the night. When you groggily open your eyes the next morning, you know you won’t be able to let this go. You must talk to him. Bravery is a muscle you’re trying to flex anyway, so you might as well try it on the scariest thing you can think of: an angry Din Djarin.

While Grogu plays with a ship part you pretend to have never seen, one Din had pried out of the receiving slot of his bunk door this morning, you and he traipse down the boarding ramp, intending to save the rest of the Gornt meat for traveling.

Absolutely guessing at how you’ll begin this conversation, you decide you’ll just hope for the best.

“I- I heard you last night.” It’s barely more than a whisper.

The Mandalorian stops dead in his tracks and you stumble, trying not to run into him. He turns on you, a solid wall of muscle and metal, but says nothing. You swallow and force what shred of courage you have to the front.

“I heard you say my name. You don’t have to do that alone. I can help you,” your final words are almost inaudible.

The Mandalorian provides food, shelter, and companionship. Ignorant to any kind of normal relationship, friendly or greater, you want to show your gratitude. And if that was how you could help him, all the better.

Your inner self, the one that’s been unthawing since the day your master was frozen in carbonite, wants Din in a far more genuine manner. You want him. His compassion and honor, his fatherly love for Grogu, his non-pitying care for you, and his primal confidence have you in danger of becoming a hopeless devotee.

“Help me,” he reiterates, his tone worryingly neutral.

“Passage for assistance,” you try to ease the tension slightly with another old quote of his. “I can still assist you. It’s repayment for your aid.”

Even as you say it, you feel the depth of the lie. You want Din for yourself.

He’s silent. At his side, the fingers on his right hand fidget. The broad bounty hunter leans over you. As he tilts his head, the cold sun glints off his armor.

Din’s voice is as sharp as his vibroblade but twice as lethal, “You are no longer a slave - do not make me say that again. This is not a business transaction.”

Not a business transaction? While technically a rejection, his clarification makes you dizzy. Your breath comes out shakily, fogging in the chill air.

“Okay. What if that’s not my real reason for asking?”

That does it. Stunned, the Mandalorian might as well be a statue made of beskar. Din had found it easy to believe you allowed him to touch you because you felt in his debt, and he hated it. Made him feel as slimy as a Hutt.

“Tell me.”

Din watches your facial expressions run the gamut and he knows that whatever you’re about to say is the truth.

“I care about you.” Will you ever stop whispering? “For you, not just what you’ve done for me,” your second greatest act of bravery this morning is touching his cold chestplate. You swallow as you look up into that blank face.

Din doesn't move. Doesn't think he can move, but then his body responds before his mind does. Soft leather brushes your cheekbones as he takes your face in his large hands. He tilts his cold helmet to your forehead, and you instinctively close your eyes, sighing in relief. This was not what you were expecting when you followed him out here.

You can't hear the first thing he says, but it sounds like dank farrik. You laugh quietly in his hands.

"You are a menace,” he mutters a little louder, the modulator somehow enhancing the timbre of his voice. “You and the kid.”

Grinning, you open your eyes as he lifts his helmet from your skin. “Don’t bring him into this,” you joke.

Din’s thumb ghosts across your lips and you shiver. The Mandalorian is calm. This is inevitable now. He need not fight himself any longer. He grasps your wrist and brings it upward. Gently guiding your fingers underneath the edge of his helmet, Din presses them to his lips.

Utterly shocked at this new gift, you gasp. A scratchy cloth wraps around the bottom of his chin, but above it, his soft, scruffy facial hair and plump lips make your skin tingle. Nerves jumble in your lower stomach. He presses another kiss before slowly lowering your hand.

You tell him disbelievingly, "I thought there was no way -”

“What you thought was wrong.”

Your heat signature rises at the sincerity in his voice. Din tilts his head, watching your reaction to him. He lets his covered fingers drift over your lips again, then he drags them down the column of your throat and past your exposed collarbone, enjoying your whimper. Your pupils are dilated.

“You want me now, don’t you?” He asks, his voice hoarse.

You nod, whispering past your suddenly dry mouth, “Yes.”

The Mandalorian crouches for a split second, hefting you into his arms with no effort. Your legs automatically wrap around his middle, arms around his neck. His hands clasp underneath your thighs as he strides up the loading ramp as though every second he delayed was one wasted.

Din lays you out on his bunk and hits the button for the door without looking at it. He does not turn on the light. In the tiny, black room, you can hear him divesting himself of his flight suit and armor. It makes your heart throw itself against your chest. You sit up and struggle out of your own clothes, wanting nothing between you and him.

“Will I ever get to kiss you?” You ask timidly.

Din answers you immediately. His rough palms bracket your face, then he reverently pushes his lips into yours. His facial hair brushes against your skin and you weakly moan into his mouth, parting your lips for more. The Mandalorian groans, as well, enraptured by this new sensation.

Din wraps a muscled arm around your waist, crushing you to him in the small space. His warm, broad chest forces yours to mold around him. Your hands gently drag along his torso, mapping him. He shudders underneath your fingers.

His lips break like waves around yours. You could be floating above the bed and it would feel no different. He kisses you like it’s what he needs to survive; his occasional noises of desperation stake your heart and dampen your thighs.

“Need to touch you everywhere,” Din’s real, untampered voice knots your stomach.

“You can do whatever you want,” you breathlessly repeat the unspoken affirmation you’d given him the first time.

He chuckles, and you shiver again, drunk with lust. Din lowers you back onto the hard bed, settling over you.

His hot mouth surprises the sensitive skin of your breast. Din moans, involuntarily you think, as he tastes you there, gently pulling and sucking. You jerk, pressing up into him with a cry. Who knew that could feel so good?

His big hands flow down your sides, pressing into you, exploring, and you get a burst of understanding. This man is starved.

Your hands comb into his hair, and while you wonder what its color is, you’re choked up to find that it’s soft and wavy. Din groans loudly when your fingers rub on his scalp. He seems invigorated by it as he growls and returns to your lips with a fever. His tongue demands you allow him inside, but there is no resistance on your end.

Suddenly, Din breaks the kiss with a wet pop of his lips. He vanishes from above you, but then two large hands slide up your thighs. He pushes them apart and your breath hitches.

“You trust me?” The Mandalorian knows the answer, he just wants to hear it.

Nodding dumbly in the dark, you realize he can’t see you and squeak, “Yes.”

He shifts down and presses a row of kisses up your inner thigh. His nose brushes your coarse hair, and your breathing breaks a second time.

Din flattens his tongue and licks the spot he already knows you like. You jolt and his arms wrest around your thighs, holding you in place for him. You whimper as he buries his face in your folds, shocking your system. Your hands return to his hair, and his chest swells as he quickly shoves you toward your end. His nose continually nudges your bundle of nerves and each time it feels like you’re hurtling through hyperspace.

Your back arches when he traps your clit between his lips, and he responds with another obscene noise. This time, the vibration of his deep voice rips your orgasm from your marrow. Crying out his name, you quake, chest heaving through the waves of euphoria.

Too overwhelmed by all his options, Din moves back to your mouth, breathing heavily himself, “Incredible.”

He licks into you again, his hand cradling your face to allow him deeper. Taking advantage of his position, you wrap your legs around his trim waist, pulling him down. His hips cant toward you, and you feel his length fall onto your abdomen. You hadn’t forgotten how big he was, but the heft of it makes your body tremble.

The Mandalorian could be a patient man, but this would never be one of those moments. Din fists himself, rubbing once along your soaked seam. He pushes forward, steadily feeding his cock into your tight, forgiving heat. Din grunts several times, overstimulated.

“You don’t know what you’ve done, mesh’la,” he gruffly murmurs, his naked voice still so shocking to hear.

You have no idea what he means, and you file it away for later study. Solely focused on how he feels halfway inside you, you clutch at the back of his thick thighs, encouraging him. But then he snaps his hips, driving himself to the hilt.

“Din, oh,” you sharply gasp.

He grinds his pubic bone into your mound, stimulating you; his chin tilts up, proud, when you shudder. The Mandalorian grabs one of your hands and brings it to where he’s joined with you.

“You feel that?” Din’s voice is weighty, meaningful.

“Mhm,” you sigh, your fingers leaving his hand to explore his dark curls. He’s right. The deviant way his thick member disappears inside you is intoxicating.

He languidly draws himself out, letting you experience every ridge and vein, pulsing with your filthy sounds. He re-enters you just as intentionally, and when he’s given you everything, he leans down and drags you into a kiss. A kiss that means something to him. His tongue surges through your mouth in a single stroke before his full lips pull on yours, one hand gripping the back of your neck.

He lets you go, trailing his mouth down your throat, obsessed with the taste and the feel of you on his skin.

Din returns to your lips, his forearms framing your head. His fingers twist in your hair, and he begins to pump faster. His length strokes along a spot that makes your eyes flutter in the pitch blackness. Your nails carefully rake at his toned back, drawing a strangled moan from him as he shoves himself inside again and again. Losing a measure of self-control, he thrusts hard, placing a palm on the back wall for stability.

Your hands finally, finally, reach up for his face, expecting at any moment that he’ll stop you. His lips are parted as he pants in exertion, his facial hair fluttering with his breath. Din’s cheekbones are round and high; his nose is angular and fitting.

“I knew you were handsome,” you praise, the words fluctuating in cadence with his pounding strokes. “Wouldn’t have mattered.”

He scoffs, barely conscious of what you’re saying. His forehead drops to yours again, and he can’t believe the life he’d known had unraveled so drastically. In under a year, Din had gained a child and this.

“Turn over,” he orders.

Of course, you obey without hesitation.

His calloused fingers slide around your hips, pulling them upward. With your chest still pressed into the bunk, you moan when he slowly re-inserts himself. He nearly chokes when your body draws him in; the angle and drenched grip of you makes him shake his head in disbelief.

“You okay?” He rumbles.

Your chin scrapes on the metal bed as you nod, “Please move.”

He clasps an arm around your middle, hunching forward. His scruff and lips tickle the top of your spine as he begins to rut into you. It’s already too much - Din grunting, his chest hair scratching your upper back, his muscled arms holding you in place as he fills you over and over. You begin to clench around him again, crying out harshly in a rush of pleasure. Your legs shake, giving out underneath you.

The Mandalorian’s large hand splays across your breast, and he pulls you backward onto your knees alone, welding you to his perspiring chest. As his length plunges up into you, his lips brush your ear. He’s whispering something, but you can't understand the words.

Then, Din exhales with a groan and rolls several long, pulsing strokes, burying his come as deep as he can with a final, gravel-filled grunt.

***

In the dark, there’s only the sound of two people fighting for breath. Din has leaned against the cool wall; he tugs you to him. You sit somewhat beside him, your legs tangled together. Your head rests on his heaving shoulder, and every now and then, you feel the press of his lips in your hair. He laughs once, quietly.

“What is it?”

“Your life is not the only one that has changed.”

Blinking rapidly, your heart glows with warmth. Yours had changed the most. This Mandalorian had come into your non-existence and given you everything. Courage, freedom, responsibility, love.

“I know you like to fight, but this is one I’ll win,” you laugh softly.

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luffyvace · 24 days

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Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

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visionarymode · 6 months

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Murderous

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso x female reader

✧ word count: 2,738

“I can’t believe you brought a real knife,” she shook her head while taking off her black boots. It was around one in the morning and she and Jimmy just got back from her best friend’s Halloween party.

“It’s good I did! You ain’t seen those thirsty fuckers staring at your ass all night. I was ready to slice ‘em” he exaggerated bringing the knife to his neck.

“That’s why you kept grabbing it all night…” she giggled remembering how he’d pull her to his chest and grab a handful every time a group of people came up to have a conversation.

“Hell yeah that’s why I kept grabbin’ it! This all mine,” he growled against her lips as he spanked her, her tutu from the bunny costume fluffing up.

“Yours only baby,” she smiled, kissing him for further reassurance.

“Mmm, damn right,” he mumbled sucking on her tongue as he groped her one more time. He scooped her up in his arms and pinned her against the wall as he left sloppy kisses down her neck.

“Mm, you still wanna party huh?” she breathed out with a giggle.

“That party was lame as hell anyways,” he pecked her lips. She dropped her jaw at his comment.

“Don’t come for bestie like that! It was fun,” she nudged his chest to defend her.

“Man they didn’t even have any beer pong!” he kissed his teeth making her chuckle again.

“Don’t we still have that tennis table in the basement?” she asked with curiosity.

“Yeah, why?”

“You wanted beer pong let’s play some beer pong,” she expressed dropping down to the floor.

He started laughing as she turned around with furrowed brows.

“What? Don’t think I can beat you?” she asked still a bit tipsy from earlier.

“Hell nah. I will whoop that ass,” he pointed his knife at her before setting his Michael Myers mask on the counter. Then an idea popped in her head.

“Let’s make it interesting then,” she chimed in with a smirk.

He raised his brows with anticipation as he crossed his arms. She walked towards him to zip down his jumpsuit before getting on her tiptoes to meet his lips.

“How about…strip beer pong?” she suggested with a grin. He grinned back and nodded his head.

“Shit okay,” he laughed excitingly pecking her lips.

“Let me go get that table,” he slid his finger down her chest before poking her belly.

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“Okay, I think that’s all of them.”

She finished pouring the beer in the last solo cup and placed the bottle on the counter.

“Wait- this isn’t even fair you only have the jumpsuit on,” she realized looking over at his costume.

“I ain’t gonna be takin’ anything off. Those cups…” he pointed at the cups in front of her.

“Are gonna be empty in about three minutes,” he dramatically held up three fingers with a big ass grin.

“Yeah okay,” she scoffed.

“Ladies first.”

He rested his hands on each side of the table fully focused on her. She was extremely confident once the idea of the game came about, but she hadn’t played beer pong in years. His taunting and her swirling tipsy mind weren’t helping her focus.

“You gonna forfeit already?” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” she kept her eyes on his cups and tossed the ping pong ball and made the shot.

“Drink & strip bitch,” she laughed pointing at him. He shook his head and chugged the beer.

“Okay okay.” he mumbled wiping droplets of beer off his mouth.

He went to zip down the jumpsuit but instead took off his shoes.

“Now what the fuck?” she asked eyeing him in annoyance.

“Whatchu’ mean? It’s on my body, so I’m gonna take it off my body!” he flaunted his arms up and down.

“Pussy,” she muttered under her breath.

“Whatchu’ say?” he asked before tossing the ping pong ball straight in her cup without even looking. She dropped her jaw at his effortless throw.

“Yeaaaaaah, who’s the pussy now?” he laughed rubbing his hands together.

“Drink and strip baby!” he mocked her. She rolled her eyes and chugged the beer taking off her bunny ears. He kissed his teeth in response.

“What? It’s on my body!” she mocked back.

She missed the next three shots and he was about to make his fourth shot in a row. She’d already taken off her boots and necklace, leaving her with just her corset, tutu, and of course…her bra and panties. He made another perfect shot in her cup and started clapping his hands obnoxiously loud.

“Go ‘head and take that little tutu off,” he pointed at it with a big ass smirk.

She chugged the drink and threw it to the side as she slipped the tutu off, revealing her white lace thong. He gawked at the view, licking his lips with desire.

“Don’t get distracted now,” she drunkenly teased giving him a spin to get a full 360 view of her ass.

“Mmmm,” he bit his lip but she threw the tutu in his face causing him to come back to.

“My turn!” she sang and ended up missing her shot, again.

“What the fuck?!” she dropped her jaw at the failed attempt as he laughed at her. It was his turn again and to no surprise, he made it in the cup with ease.

“Who the one? Jim Uso the one!” he yelled with a laugh putting up his finger in the air like a goof.

She stared at him in defeat and sighed as she took the ping pong ball out the cup and took her time drinking the beer. Droplets fell down her chin and onto her breasts that were spilling out the corset.

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” she remarked wiping the beer off her mouth with her thumb.

“Uh uh. Strip.”

She tried to shoot him a glare but instead failed at hiding her smile. She was drunk, tired, and at this point very horny. She walked over to his side of the table and kept her eyes on his as she unzipped the back of her black corset revealing her matching white lace bra.

“I said I don’t wanna play anymore…” she threw the corset across the room and jumped up on the table continuing to tease him.

He eyes fixated on her half naked body in front of him, almost like he was mentally planning how to fuck her up right then and there.

“What, you gonna murder me?” she playfully whispered, scooting further back as she lifted her right leg on the table.

He deeply chuckled and stood over her with the knife in his hand, practically staring into her soul.

“Yeah…” he used the flat side of the knife to lift up her chin to meet his dark and hungry gaze.

“…I’m gonna murder this pussy,” he deeply spoke against her lips. She bit her lip as he slowly ran his hand up her bare thigh. Her body erupted in goosebumps at his touch and he responded to her arousal by sliding his tongue in her mouth. She held herself up with her hands spread back on the table as she kissed back. He dragged his tongue over her neck, audibly smacking it against her skin.

“Mmm, baby…” she moaned with her eyes shut as her head fell back. She felt like she was floating as he smoothly traced his warm tongue on her neck.

He continued to suck on the same spot and she knew it would leave a bruise.

“I’m gonna mark up every inch of this body you know why?” he asked grazing the cold steel down her chest making her squirm beneath him.

“Why?” she whispered, lifting her head up to lock her eyes with his as he slid it down her thighs.

“Because it’s mine. Turn that ass around and get on your hands and knees,” he demanded.

She obeyed and got on all fours, looking back at him zipping down the jumpsuit so his upper tanned and tattooed body was exposed. The view made her arch her back and angle her ass in the air closer to him.

“Mmmm daddy,” she complimented as he ran his palm over her ass in response.

He then smacked it with the flat side of the knife and the cool contact made her gasp. He ran his two middle fingers along her drenched thong and let out a chuckle.

“You soakin’ for me already huh?”

he grabbed her ass with both hands, leaving sloppy kisses and bites on each cheek.

“Nobody can get you drippin’ like I do…” he breathed against her inner thighs leaving soft kisses but staying away from her clothed pussy.

“Baby please,” she whined again with a shaky breath.

His wet slurps near her clothed hole were making her pussy throb uncontrollably. He spanked her with the knife again, the cool contact turning her on even more.

“Whatchu’ want?” he asked as he hooked his fingers under the left side of her panties vindictively toying with her.

“I wanna cum in your mouth baby…” she squirmed again as he slid the knife down her lower back.

His deep and evil laugh made her pussy thump louder. Her head dropped down again with shaky breath before he slit the left hip of her panties with the knife.

“Damn right you gon’ cum,” he deeply spoke as he cut the other side of her thong with the blade. He purposely snatched her panties from the bottom, his fingers sliding over her pussy revealing her wet mess. He tossed her cut up thong across the room and gripped her hips towards his mouth. He opened her slick folds and loudly spit between them.

“Fuck…” she moaned as he used his two fingers to spread his saliva along her drenched entrance. He slowly slipped those same fingers inside her causing her to gasp as she used her hands to push back and grind against his fingers.

“You like that baby?” he sinfully asked, pumping his fingers in and out of her at a faster pace, the sloshing sounds growing louder.

“Y-yessss,” she cried struggling to hold herself up. He brought his thumb over her clit to run smooth circles over it causing her body to tremble from her climax creeping up.

“I’m gonna cum fuck…” she moaned before he slowly slipped his fingers out grabbing the knife to spank her again.

“Uh uh. Not yet.” He spread open her slick folds with his thumbs before gliding his thick wet tongue along her entrance making her moan loudly again.

“Fuuuuuuck baby…” she gasped as he slowly lapped up and down her pussy, humming against her. He used both hands to jiggle her ass before aggressively slapping it leaving a visible red hand print. He continued to make out with her pussy, his tongue speedily licking her up as his beard tickled her inner thighs.

“Jim-Jimmy…” she moaned feeling overly drunk with pleasure as his pace and sounds of his tongue slurping her up grew increasingly rapid.

“Yeah…cum for daddy,” he coached her knowing she was on the verge of releasing. To think that he couldn’t flick his tongue any faster, he did the unthinkable and ate her up like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh my goooooood,” she moaned and he moaned in unison as she squirted in his mouth, on his beard and down her inner thighs as she dripped from overflowing cum.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, licking up every drop of her. She felt her mind spinning from her orgasm, deeply panting from all her screaming.

“Yeah no other man can make you cum like that…” he chuckled running his hands up your back to unclip your bra.

“Let’s go,” he spanked her with the cool steel again as he flipped her over.

“Go where…” she faintly asked before he grabbed her cheeks and pressed his forehead on hers.

“I’m not done with your ass yet,” he strictly uttered, picking her up in his arms and heading up the stairs. The moonlight peeked through the curtains as he gently tossed her on the bed. She bit her lip watching his silhouette become visible. He slipped off his jumpsuit, his hard and thick bulge poking out his boxers. He took them off as his pretty, long brown dick seeped with pre cum sprung out.

“You should dress up like a serial killer every…day,” she smirked scooting back on the fluffy sheets as he hovered over her.

“Yeah? You like it huh?” he softly asked grabbing the knife from the end of the bed to lift her chin up with it.

“Mhm,” she softly moaned staring into his deep brown eyes as he brought the knife up to his lips, sticking out his long and pretty pink tongue to lick the steel, his other hand dropping down to her sticky mess.

“You like when I fuck you up like this?” he whispered against her lips, firmly holding the knife beneath her chin.

“Yeah baby…” she shakily moaned as he dragged his tip trickling with his cum up and down her entrance, dampening it even more.

“Whose pussy is this?” he purred in her ear as he slowly slid his length inside her soaked hole.

“Mmmm yours,” she whimpered as he thrusted every inch of his shaft inside of her with slow and steady strokes.

“You’re damn fuckin’ right it’s mine,” he grunted, picking up the pace as his sloppy dick drove in and out of her.

“I love you…” she moaned as his cold chain caressed her chest.

“I love you baby,” he pronounced back as he bit her bottom lip before gliding his tongue in her mouth. They both pulled back, their mouths parting open as they moaned in unison as he impulsively buried himself inside of her. His dick slipped out from how fast he was thrusting into her and he took the opportunity to get them both on their side, her back leaning against his glistening chest. He nibbled on her earlobe as a low grunt escaped his mouth, pushing himself back inside her with heavier strokes.

“You like when I’m deep in this pussy baby?” he wickedly whispered in her ear. He hooked his arm under her right leg to spread open her legs wider, pile driving his dick in her as she clenched around him.

“Yesssss daddy,” she cried out as her breasts started bouncing with how hard he was ramming into her. She felt him in the pit of her stomach as her eyes fluttered, overwhelmed with pleasure. The headboard battered against the wall from how rough he was plunging into her.

“Fuck baby…look at me,” he groaned. His voice blared in her ear but she was too engulfed in ecstasy to turn her head. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the same rate his thick dick was pounding into her pussy. He used the same arm that held up her leg to turn her jaw towards him.

“You gon’ milk this dick baby?” he panted as he locked eyes with her teary ones.

“Mmmm…y-y-yes,” she choked out. Her voice was a faint whisper compared to the sound of his balls slapping against her skin blaring over it. He licked his lips as his dick spasmed from her walls contracting around his warmth. Shockwaves took over her body as she came on his dick, his own orgasm following as he thrusted himself in her one last time filling her up with every drop of his seed.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned as his hand dragged down the the back of her thigh to play with her clit to help her come down from her high. They laid there with their chests heaving as he cupped her face to bring her back to his lips, lazily and sloppily kissing her as he continued to swirl his thumb around her clit. Her legs still slightly shaking from how hard he made her cum. The sheets under them were completely soaked from their juices. He slowly slipped his dick out causing them both to moan one last time.

“Oh my god-“ she panted as she moved away strands of her hair that stuck to her forehead and face. He breathlessly chuckled pulling her closer.

“Told you I’d murder this pussy,” he playfully gritted through his teeth against her lips, grabbing her ass causing her to grin.

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venusinx · 7 months

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ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

itoshi rin x reader smau

bonus chapter: don't stop

cw: cursing, heavy (?) making out, idk at what point i ask minors not to interact ?? but they're only heavy making out so i think it's fine ?? idk, implied sex, awkwardness, lmk if i missed anything

a/n: bonus chapter time !!! busted this out on my flight home so it's not proofread or anything whoops but yeah this is their first little hookup aka the sex that started it all lmfaoo pls tell me if yall have any gentle constructive criticism ily all

chapter XX > series masterlist > the end.

"yn," rin said, the warning clear in his voice, "put your phone down, for fuck's sake. you're the one that hasn't seen these movies and was looking forward to watching them, so watch." you pouted at his icy tone that only warmed up minimally for you. "rensuke already spoiled it," you grumbled.

"he didn't spoil all of it," rin clarified with an eye roll. you gasped dramatically and let your phone slide out of your grasp to clatter on the floor. "there's more? do other people also die?"

rin couldn't help but crack a small smile at your anger and shock. "i'm not telling you. now watch." he swore your eyes were glassy as you said, "no. i cannot emotionally do that right now."

you reached down for your phone and rin sighed. "get off your phone, yn." you weren't going to listen to him before he added, "please."

he knew you were incapable of resisting him when he was nice to you for a change, so you dropped your phone in your lap with a groan.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, minus your gasps at the movie and rin's low laughs at your reactions. you pressed your face against his chest to hide your tears when one of your favorite characters died, and he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly, although his voice was gruff when he said, "you're such a baby." you didn't deign to respond.

however, it wasn't long before you felt your phone buzz from your lap. you picked it up on habit, just to check the phone screen, you swear, before the device was plucked from your hands.

"hey-!" you protested, reaching wildly into the air where rin was holding it far above your head. "not fair, rinnie, give it back! i was just checking my notifications- aha!"

it took both of your arms, but you successfully pulled his arm enough to snatch the phone back out of his hand.

before you could interpret the unimpressed look he gave you, his fingers were digging into your sides, poking and tickling until you had no choice but to drop the phone to defend yourself.

"rin, stop being an asshole!" you wished you could say you sounded serious, but you were giggling during your futile attempts at pushing his hands away.

"stop going on your phone then," he countered. "fine, fine!" you yelled, mostly because you were out of breath from all the laughing.

he sat back, satisfied, and pocketed your phone. really, you didn't care much about the phone itself anymore; you mostly just wanted to annoy rin. you waited a moment to catch your breath before launching yourself onto him from across the couch.

he saw you coming out of the corner of his eye, of course, and twisted as you jumped. his hands landed on your waist, keeping you from toppling over him and landing on the floor.

you were too busy trying to shove your hand into his pocket to feel his grip tighten on your waist as you shifted your hips.

"got it!" you shouted, victorious. the phone dangled from your fingertips like a prize. you glanced down at rin when he didn't say anything.

your face burned red, more flushed than it was before from the laughing and wrestling around, as you realized the position you were in.

you were straddling him completely, his hands fixed on the curve of your waist. you had one of your own hands on his chest to hold yourself up, although his face felt… dangerously close to yours.

which was ridiculous, because rin was your best friend. there was no such thing as dangerously close between you two.

still, your breathing slowed as your eyes flitted across his face. his eyebrows were pinched together in what you called his concentration face. you recognized it from countless tests and soccer games, and even social interactions when rin would be wondering how best to react to a situation. his eyes were as piercing as ever, with those frustratingly beautiful lower lashes framing them and making him look even more intense.

you told yourself to stop staring, but it was as if you physically couldn't.

almost against your will, your gaze dipped down to his mouth. his lips looked slightly chapped and annoyingly perfect. you wanted to-

what the fuck is wrong with me? you thought wildly.

you met rin's eyes again to apologize profusely, but the words quickly died on your lips.

he was looking at you, too. at your mouth. with a look on his face you'd never seen before. was it… hunger?

no- desire.

your heartbeat spiked in your chest as you realized rin was looking at you like he wanted you.

"uh, i-"

you didn't know what you were planning to say, and you never figured it out either. rin surged forward suddenly, and then his lips were on yours.

he sat up and adjusted so that he was sitting up against the couch with you still firmly in his lap.

shocked, you didn't move for a second, before you let out an embarrassing sound, something between a whimper and a groan, and looped your arms behind his neck, pulling him even closer.

he kissed you like you were oxygen and he was drowning, or, no, that's not quite right. more like he was a wildfire and you were the air he needed to consume to stay alive.

his lips moved easily against yours, and if you were more present mentally, you would've marveled at how natural and normal it felt.

but right now, you were only sensations.

the feeling of his tongue tracing your bottom lip, his teeth pulling lightly on it afterwards. the taste of him, something faintly sweet from the snacks you shared earlier, and something you knew was uniquely rin itoshi. the softness of his sweatpants under the backs of your thighs, and his hands moving across your sides and hips and back. the sounds he was making- you'd only ever heard him this out of breath after a soccer game, but here he was, panting lightly and moaning as you unintentionally moved your hips back and forth over him.

your lips moved to his neck, determined to draw out more of these sounds, to see this brand new, unexplored part of your best friend.

really, the reminder that this was your best friend should've made you hesitate, made you stop and demand he forget about all of this. then you sucked a spot on his neck, right under his jawline, and he-

"fuck, yn."

his voice was low and gravelly, and it sent a jolt through your whole body.

that was when you decided you wouldn't think, not right now. not about how this was your closest friend, and how all you wanted to do was keep doing what you were doing, this act of distinct more-than-friends-ness, and how you didn't want it to stop.

didn't want him to stop, as he weaved a hand through your hair and pulled you away from his neck only to attach his lips to your throat, sucking and nibbling his way up and down your own neck. you gasped at the feeling, your hips moving on their own. his hand tightened in your hair, not enough to hurt, but it made you whimper again. he groaned against your skin.

"don't stop, rin," you gasped. "please, don't stop."

he stopped anyway, pulling back to look you in the eyes. "are you sure?"

"yes," you said, tugging him closer, "don't stop."

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your bedroom was silent except for the heavy breathing of both you and rin. you had your sheets pulled up to cover your bare chest as the reality of what you just did fully sank in.

holy shit, i just slept with my best friend.

you turned your head to look at rin, who was already looking at you with wide eyes.

"so, uh, yeah," he said.

"that happened," you said rather uselessly. he nodded anyway. "yeah, it did."

"but, like- it's not a big deal, right? i mean, does this… change things?" you trailed off awkwardly at the end.

an emotion passed over rin's face that you couldn't place before he said, "of course it doesn't change anything, yn. like you said, it's no big deal."

"right," you said, "well. this has been a very long movie night, and i'm feeling kind of tired now, so i should be getting to sleep soon."

"no, yeah, me too." rin stumbled over his words as he stumbled out of bed, too, tripping over the various clothes scattered on the floor. he pulled on his shirt, which you were pretty sure he put on inside out, and somehow managed to pull on his sweats. you grabbed your shirt and shorts, steadfastly avoiding eye contact as you walked by him silently towards your front door.

you could hear him following behind you, but couldn't think of anything to say except-

"well, this was fun! thanks for coming over, see you later!"

you could have sworn rin was blushing.

he took a breath, seeming to take a moment to compose himself (at least to be more composed than you currently were, which was not hard), and said, "right. thanks for having me over. goodnight, yn."

his voice sounded the same as ever. calm, cool, collected.

meanwhile, yours had been high-pitched and squeaky, you were sure of it.

you did nothing except force an obviously-faked grin and close the door awkwardly in his face.

you slid down the closed door onto the floor, your head in your hands.

fuck.

what did you just do?

chapter XX > series masterlist > the end.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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A Woozy Rabbit Princess

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Fiancée!Reader

summary: Henry picks up his girlfriend from the dentist to find out, she’s forgotten who she’s married to, her pants are falling down and she wants kisses (Dom!Henry) (Drabble)

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“Aren’t ya jus adorable sweetpea” Henry cooed walking into the dentist’s room to see his precious fiancée, bloody gauze stuffed in her mouth as she hugged onto Bonnie the stuffed rabbit Henry got her. Her head nuzzling into her bunny as she spaced out, but her eyes widened at the sound of her future husband’s voice; her arms immediate reaching out for him “W-woah you’re h-handsome” She squealed out muffled, the gauze falling from her mouth to the white tiled floors.

“Whoops” She whispered trying to reach down to get it before whining at the pounding feeling in her head, but finally humming in content as Henry strode over and wrapped his arms around her, her head stuffed into his stomach as he got new gauze from the table. “Now sugar, im gonna need ya to open wide alright? M’ gonna replace the gauze ok?” She nodded opening her mouth wide, oblivious to the disgusted look on Henry’s face as he saw her mouth all bloody and swollen, his poor baby bunny.

“M-Mister you’re v-very handsome, can I-I take ya home?” Excitedly wiggling in her seat she played with Bonnie’s floppy ears as she watched Henry sit in the chair beside hers, his hand cupping her cheek as she nuzzled into it, clearly enamoured by this man she’s “never” met. “Hmm I think I might be takin ya home first bunbun, what’dya say? You n’ Bonnie come home” He whispered nuzzling his nose with hers, his hands on each side of her waist, chuckling as she nodded excitedly, making Bonnie the rabbit’s head nod too.

“Yes yes! wait- hold on a second my pants are f-fallin’ down” She whimpered feeling her leggings slip down from sitting down for so long, only to gasp when Henry’s large hands pulled them up gently for her; kissing her on the forehead. Her face getting heated as if she was a high school girl having a crush for the first time. “Come on beautiful, time ta go home” He gruffed slapping her ass playfully as he picked her up bridal style, swiftly walking them three (Bonnie included of course) to his pickup truck, giving her a wet kiss while putting on her seatbelt, even giving Bonnie a forehead kiss when Y/n pouted saying “B-but Bonnie d-doesn’t get one?”

“A-Am I m-married, wait a-another second Mister” She gasped suddenly taking notice of the small but elegant diamond on her ring finger, her head turning rapidly to face Henry who was still gobsmacked by how cute his fiancée was, even without knowing who he was, she was still so willing to go with him. Although he would have to punish her later, because what if he wasn’t Henry and was some deranged bastard? His sweet woman was just too nice to everyone.

“No sugar pie, we’re engaged” He smiled interlacing her hand with his as he kissed her knickles, “W-wait another a-another second, i-i’m engaged to you?!” Her jaw dropping once Henry nodded, her mouth closing when Henry shut it for her, saying something about the gauze falling out again. Sweet little Y/n’s mind was going 100 miles an hour, this hunky lumberjack that she had “met” ten minutes ago, was now her fiance? What on Earth is going on?

Henry on the other hand felt his pants tighten at the sight of his sugar babe just staring at him so lovingly, even with her cheeks all filled with cotton, she was still the most gorgeous thing to grace his eyes. Throughout their whole ride home Henry spent it retelling their whole love story to his adoring woman, having to stop himself from smiling at all her giggles and gasps “I-I bagged a h-hunk” He heard her whisper to herself at one point as she squeezed his bicep. Carrying her into their humble cabin, he set her down onto their soft plushy bed, already prepared with bundles of blankets and pillows; of course Marly the car included.

“C-can you tuck m-me in? Oh! a-and Bonnie too! Please” Sliding under the covers she smiled as best as she could, holding Bonnie close to her chest as Henry slid in beside her, pulling her close to his side; his hand untangling parts of her hair gently. Simply just being in his presence allowed her to fall asleep within minutes, Marly cuddling up at her mama’s feet. Leaving Henry to take an abundance of photos on his phone, even changing one to be his home-screen, he’d do any and everything for her.

Soon enough after an hour or two the sleeping beauty woke up, and as if it was magic, her memories had returned like clockwork just like the Dentist said they would. Her face instinctively pushing itself into the crook of Henry’s neck, his hand shushing her softly whilst brushing up and down her back soothingly. Admit-tingly he himself had fallen victim to dreamland, his head resting atop of hers, her body secure in his arms.

“H-Hen? Wh- what’s goin on?” She croaked out, still muffled and her throat now feeling as dry as the sahara desert, Henry sitting up to reach over for the glass of slightly salty water on their nightstand; sitting right beside the photo of them both on the beach during their first summer together. Where Henry snuck her out of her house, drove them to the coast and rented out a beach-side hut, even buying her new bikinis so she could have her own little photoshoot.

“Remember baby? You had your tooth taken out, I took ya home bun” He whispered kissing her temple, plucking out the gauze and tipping up the glass so she could take a few sips. Nodding understandably she handed him back the glass, turning more into his side, “C-can I have a kissy though? Y-ya know to w-wake me up?” She pouted already puckering out her lips for him, her eyebrows furrowing as he didn’t and instead sighed, “Ya know I love your lips baby bun, but Doc says I can’t for 24 hours” He whispered running his thumb over his lips before pulling it away.

“A-A whole 24 hours without k-kissies? N-no fair mister!” She whined kicking her legs slightly, clearly not the answer she was wanting to hear, “Oi behave, you don’t want a nasty clot or infection do ya?” Henry said spanking her thigh warningly, hearing her mewl and watching her shake her head. “N-no sorry H-hen, j-jus wanted a kissy” She whispered leaning her head on his shoulder,

“If ya really want a kissy, there’s always another set of lips that I can kiss” He smirked already running his fingers down to the hem of her sweatpants, her legs instinctively widening for him as she nuzzled her head closer to his bicep; getting settled in for the next adventure she was about to go on

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eunseoksimp · 27 days

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Hi! Can you write jealous reader x Sungchan (could be same y/n from poison)

You writing is so good !!x

hey anon, thank you so much for your kind words. i wrote a completely different reader because all my poison creative juices have been exhausted, i hope you don’t mind.

i also low-key got carried away with the insanity, this might be a step further than simple jealousy whoops.

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it wasn’t a hidden fact that the bounds of your jealousy did not mirror those of a normal person.

you found that you tended to like people a lot more passionately than others, but you assumed it was overall a healthy amount of course, the type that any person might feel when they liked someone.

that was until you met jung sungchan.

you weren’t sure what it was about him that induced a scary amount of rage every time you saw him draw near to another girl.

you had no right to dictate who he could and couldn’t speak to, because the truth was that the relationship between you and sungchan was complicated.

you couldn’t exactly call each other lovers, but the things that you both did was nothing becoming of friends. so you were stuck in a weird sort of limbo, forced to ramble to your best friends and hope it would alleviate the burning flame that resided in your chest.

‘i don’t get it. it’s not like the both of you are dating, so why do you care that he’s around other girls?’ wonbin spoke up, tossing another skittle into his mouth successfully.

‘she likes him stupid, why else would she feel this way?’ chaewon, who was resting her head on her shoulder had her eyes closed, almost as if she was sleeping, but you knew she was listening.

‘my point is, if you like him why don’t you tell him that?’

you loved wonbin, you really did, but sometimes you wondered how someone so pretty could be so empty headed. he often was unable to pick up on context clues and you thanked god that chaewon was always with you, otherwise you might go crazy.

‘i don’t want to ruin our friendship. what if i lose him forever.’

‘i’m pretty sure your so called friendship was ruined the moment you both decided to fuck like rabbits,’ you lifted your head to give wonbin the middle finger, but quickly dropped it as you sighed.

a drunken night at a party is what led to the situation you were in. at the time you were sure that it was nothing more than sex, and given that the both of you were best friends and trusted each other more than anything, you decided on keeping a friends with benefits dynamic.

it was great at first, being able to sleep with someone without having to worry about feelings, or inviting strangers into your home and your body. sungchan was such a gentleman, looking after you in and out of the bedroom.

when you fucked, it was magical. he was always more concerned with your pleasure than he was his, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your first before he would finally retire for the night, satisfied that you enjoyed yourself.

eventually, you found yourself craving intimacy outside of the bedroom, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay over after to cuddle, or to make the both of you a quick meal.

before you knew it, you started to become dependent on sungchan, needing him nearby at all times, wanting to be the only one he touched, or the only one he looked at. there was a desperate desire for him to be with you forever, and you thrived off of the feelings you got whenever he touched you.

‘i hate that he talks to other girls. it makes me want to hurt them,’ you confessed, truthfully, because you felt like you could trust your friends.

for the first time since you had started your conversation, chaewon’s eyes opened, scrambling to hold your head in her hands as she stared directly at yours.

‘you’re joking. right?’ a part of him knew the answer to that question, chuckling nervously as he observed you.

‘she’s not. that’s the scary part.’

lately it felt like your feelings for sungchan were bordering on obsession. you relied on him heavily for emotional support, seeking attention and validation from him in everything you did.

he had the ability to make or break your day, and you realised that as dangerous as it was, you placed the responsibility of your happiness onto him. depending on when he paid attention to you he could make you feel like you were on top of the world, or in the deepest pits of hell.

‘why is it so serious in here,’ sungchan walked into a tension-filled room, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, hood covering his messy hair.

chaewon moved away to make room for him and wonbin cleared his throat, but you paid no attention to them both, a wide smile forming on your face as you looked at the man you were in love with, even without trying he was beautiful, the ability to take your breath away something that came so easy to him.

‘hey,’ he was standing in front of you, crouching down till you were eye level, his smile mirroring yours as he messed with your hair. there was no way he couldn’t feel the intense connection between the both of you, how perfect you both were for each other.

‘where were you?’

‘karina needed some help so i stayed behind. she got me some coffee to thank me,’ he was nonchalant in what he was saying, but you furrowed your eyebrows at the pink that faintly painted his cheeks.

‘you’ve been spending a lot of time with karina lately,’ you dug your fingernails into your palm, hating the mention of her name.

karina, or yu jimin as written on her birth certificate, was the evil bitch trying to keep you away from sungchan. ever since they started sharing some classes together she had been hanging around him more and more, like a fly hovering over him so persistently.

you recall moments where sungchan would cancel your movie nights, or invite her out when your group would go to the cinema together, or even eat. it drove you mad, watching her flip her hair over her shoulder, flashing him a smile as she playfully pushed his shoulder.

each time your stomach would turn and it would make you want to throw up on the spot. why was she trying to steal your favourite person?

‘i actually wanted to tell you guys something. i-um, we’re going on a date this saturday,’ his eyes darted towards yours and you chew on your bottom lip, afraid to allow your thoughts to spill out.

you were sure he felt the same way you did. he had to with the way he looked at you. he wouldn’t be able to fuck you so good if he didn’t.

so why did he need another girl? what did karina have that you didn’t? how desperately did she push up on sungchan to get him to fall for her.

‘i have to go,’ you stood up abruptly, grabbing your things from beside you and making a beeline for the door, suddenly feeling the room close in on you. you could hear sungchan’s hurried footsteps coming after you, but it only made you want to go faster.

‘please slow down, i need to know if you’re okay,’ he finally succeeded in grabbing a hold of you, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath for a couple of seconds.

‘do you love her,’ your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you looked at him expectantly, awaiting his answer.

‘love? what no, i barely know her.’

‘then why are you taking her out?’ a tear spilled down your cheek, but you refused to make an attempt to wipe it.

‘i just- i like her i think,’ you could tell he was trying his hardest not to hurt your feelings, but it only made your heart ache more. how could someone so sweet, someone so caring, want to be with karina and not with you?

how could you carry on knowing the one you love unconditionally, the one that you go to for everything, the one who helped you breathe, was thinking about another girl.

it was hard to hear, to see that his whole world did not revolve around you, like yours did around his. that not hearing from him made you anxious and paranoid that he would one day abandon you.

‘i still want us to be friends, you mean so much to me,’ he was sincere in his words, but your ears were ringing as you thought about the date he would be on with that girl tomorrow.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth, and the rational part of your mind would tell you to see this as a sign to move on, to look for someone else who would love you the way you wanted.

but the loss of sungchan was just too much to bear, so much so that you would do anything to keep him.

this was why you spent the rest of your night stalking through her instagram pages, seeing her likes and dislikes, her personal style.

it was why you were haphazardly dying your hair blonde, having only the tiny mirror in your bathroom to guide you.

it was also why you desperately searched in your cupboard for clothes with the same cuts, or prints as her.

you were changing your self-identity slowly, lost in the hope that this would make sungchan return back to you.

maybe then he would like you.

and when you showed up to sungchan’s house, merely a few hours before he was meant to go on his date, you took the shock on his face to mean a good thing.

‘you look… different,’ his voice trailed off, carefully studying your features.

he was always so perceptive, you were sure he had figured things out by now. but that didn’t matter, as long as you could keep his attention on you for a little while longer.

a faint line between faith and blindly waiting.

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Just a Little Weak

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You are Penny’s new bartender and she warns you to stay away from one particular pilot, so you do your very best to please your boss. It is only when Penny goes out of town for the summer, leaving you in charge of the bar, that the pilot finally makes his move, and you finally give in.

Words: 3446

Warnings: 18+ no actual smut, but it is alluded to.

Notes: its more fluffy. not proofread, allusions to smut, curse words and stuff.

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You had worked for Penny all of three weeks when you saw him for the first time. She had warned you, as she taught you to pour the draft beers correctly to get the perfect amount of foam, that the guys from Top Gun all had very…unique…personalities. Each lieutenant was extremely different than the last. Bob was sweet, in that innocent sort of way. Rooster was a good man, once an agitated wreck at the idea of her boyfriend, Mav, being his instructor, but now they were on great terms. There were a few other guys with Penny’s glowing reviews that she hinted, with a sly wink, were more than suitable boyfriend material. And then there was Jake. The one Penny referred to as Hangman with an edge to her voice that she struggled to curb.

“Don’t bother with that one, honey,” she had said. “He’s a cocky asshole. Good at his job, don’t get me wrong, but not the one for you if what you’re looking for is a good man.”

You had assured her that you weren’t looking for a man at all. You just wanted to settle down in a nice town, in the quaint little beach house you rented, and work a simple job in a simple spot with customers that would do nothing but bring a smile to your face. And if this Hangman guy wasn’t going to contribute to bringing forth those smiles, then you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with him in the slightest. But then you met him.

You didn’t know his face since Penny didn’t have pictures of the newer pilots in her back pocket, and when he walked in the bar with laughs from his lips and coworkers in tow, you immediately locked eyes. Your knees wobbled and you nearly dropped the glass you were wiping out. He had paused in place too close to the doorway, making his friends bump into the edges of his shoulders to get around him as they whooped and hollered over some victory and started up the jukebox.

At some point, he moved; his gaze still upon you as he made his way over to the bar, but Penny inserted herself in front of you, her arms crossed when she said, “What can I get you, Hangman?”

“Uh…” came out in a light drawl that sent a shiver up your spine as his eyes were torn from yours and forced onto Penny. “Just the usual,” he said, and Penny gave a quick nod before directing you to go to the supply closet to grab some extra cleaning supplies. That closet was close enough that, even over by it while completing your task, you could overhear your boss and the only man to have made your stomach flip in the last three years heatedly chat.

“Leave her alone, Hangman,” Penny quietly snapped as she set his beer on the counter in front of him with a slight bang. “She’s a good girl. Not your type.”

The blond man snorted and crossed his toned arms. “Why do you act like you know my type? Because I took one girl home from this bar one time? It’s not my fault that she didn’t listen when I said it only be a hookup; nothing more.”

“That girl was my last bartender, and she came to work crying, trying to drown her sorrows in too many shots right before she quit. And I will not let the same thing happen to my new bartender, who took me six months to find, just so you can get your dick wet.”

“Wow.” He snatched his beer from the bar and took a sip. “I always knew you had a mouth, Pen, but that was extra special.”

“I mean it.” Penny pointed a long finger at his chest and gave him a poke. “If you so much as look at her,” she began, and the pilot rolled his gorgeous green eyes.

“She works here. I’ll have to look at her eventually.”

“Then don’t look at her the way you did when you walked in here just now,” she snapped. And while you loved your new boss, in that moment all you wanted was to slap a palm over her mouth. But Hangman obeyed the owner of his favorite bar…for all of one week.

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“You sure you’re okay to lock up, honey,” Penny asked as she scurried about the empty bar looking for some of her belongings. “I just need to hurry home and pack so I’ll be ready when Mav picks me up for this trip.”

“Don’t worry, Penny.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” she rushed out, still running about the place to make sure she had everything. She was usually much tidier with her things; you didn’t understand how she managed to misplace so much in just one day. “And you think you’ll be okay the run this place for the weekend? It’ll be busy.”

“I promise, I’ve got it,” you chuckled, wringing out the rag you used to wipe down the bar.

Finally gathering all of her things, she let out an exhausted breath, stopped, and smiled at you. “You truly are a lifesaver, Y/N.”

“Just glad I can help.”

“Well, thank you again. Make sure you don’t stay too late.” And she was out the door.

It wasn’t five minutes before you switched the jukebox back on and pressed the button for Jim Croce’s Time In A Bottle, and began to stack chairs on top of their tables as you hummed to the tune you knew so well.

“Closed already?” That voice sent a shock up your spine as it had every single time it graced your ears, and you whipped around to see the handsome face of the man who had shot you many a flirty glance in the past week. He tried to only look at you when Penny wouldn’t see, only to avoid the annoying lecture had she caught him, but every time you looked up his eyes were glued to you. He’d smile and wink and then return to his game of pool.

You snickered and placed another chair on the tabletop. “You know very well we close early on Thursdays.”

He took a couple steps closer to you. “No harm in double checking.”

You hummed and crossed your arms, trying your best not to give him the smile he was clearly begging for. “And it’s simply a coincidence that you step foot in here less than five minutes of Penny exiting?”

His lips curved into a cocky smile. “I don’t get to talk to you if she’s here.”

“Oh, is that why you came?”

“I don’t frequent closed bars for no reason.”

You looked at him, at the grin that made your stomach clench, at the sparkle to his eyes that made gooseflesh sprout along your arms, then you walked behind the bar. “Then have a drink with me,” you said, and his smile grew as a reward.

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Your instant attraction to him had been undeniable, but talking to him, getting to know him, seeing the irises of his eyes flash when he succeeded in making you laugh, made you want to give something of yourself to him. His face was so close to yours, both of you leaning on your elbows over the bar until only a foot of space remained between you while you chatted.

Penny’s words echoed around your skull, but you paid them no mind. How well did she really know this man? This man that insisted you call him by his name rather than the callsign everyone else was made to use. This man that made your heart beat double time.

So you ignored the words of warning, and the original plan you had so carefully made that meant keeping yourself away from men for the time being, and leaned a little further over the bar, grabbed his collar with one hand, and pulled him close until your lips could meet. You released him and lightly chuckled once you saw the look of pure amazement on his face.

“What,” you asked, but then, palms planted firmly on the wooden bar, he hoisted himself up and over, landing on his feet with a thud to join you in the confined space. “I’m gonna have to clean that counter again now, you know.”

His large hands cupped your cheeks to keep you still and his mouth attacked yours. Tongues tangled between parted lips. Moans mingled. Your little whimper of surprise when he lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the bar was swallowed by the groan he released from your fingers weaving through the bits of hair at the nape of his neck.

Rough fingertips dipped under the hem of your t-shirt, sliding up the soft skin of your sides until his thumbs could trace along the underwire of your bra. You broke your kiss.

“Jake,” you whispered.

He hummed in acknowledgment and the vibrating sensation from his lips on your neck made you shudder.

You whimpered his name again, struggling to get your words out. “Jake, w-we cannot have sex here. If Penny finds out she’ll might kill me, and she’ll definitely kill you.”

His head lifted, and the right corner of his lips turned up as he removed a hand from your shirt to brush a few loose strands of hair behind you ear. “What would you suggest then, sweetheart?”

“My place is a five-minute walk away,” you said. He smirked, and with a slight bow that made you roll your eyes, he took your hand in his to help you hop down from the bar.

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You were like a bitch in heat around him for the entire weekend, and the following two weeks after Penny called and told you she was taking another impromptu trip with Mav to Jamaica, and then for the extra two months when she informed you they would be staying there for the rest of the summer. Any chance you had to rip your pilot’s pants off, you did. Any second to put your lips on his, you took. As long as no one saw, you were all over him all the time. And he gladly took you.

“And how are you today, darlin’?”

With a snort you placed the last of the glasses carefully on a lower shelf and rose to full height. Your friend leaned against the bar, his Hawaiian shirt particularly colorful, with sunglasses still settled on his nose and an irritating smile on his handsome face.

“Rooster, you’re thirty-seven minutes too early.”

He whipped his sunglasses off, folded them closed, and set them gently on the counter. “I know. I know. But I’ve really got to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Well, Darlin’, listen, you know I have loved having you here for these last few months,” he began and with a raised eyebrow, you hummed. “But I have grown suspicious lately of some things that I think are due to your presence.”

You crossed your arms. “Those being?”

He leaned in and crooked his finger, beckoning you closer so he could whisper in your ear. These men killed you. They really did. But you indulged him and moved until your ear could be reached by his lips. “For one, my boy suddenly appearing to be in love,” he said, and you immediately shot away from him, spine straightening as if a yard stick were glued to your back.

You chuckled awkwardly and reached out for the nearest dishrag to wipe down the already clean counter. “W-What? Did Bob finally ask Phoenix out? I’ve been giving him tips.”

Rooster smirked. “He’s working up to it, but no. Wrong boy.”

“Did Fanboy—”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“Then Payback clearly—”

“No,” he sighed dramatically. “Give it up, Y/N. How long have you two been going at it?”

You too sighed and tossed the rag back into the small bucket of water you had at the ready before rubbing your hands down your face. “I don’t want the lecture, Roose. I’m already nervous of what might happen if Penny finds out.”

Rooster held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m all for it. For once, he’s not being a complete ass outside of combat. I just wanted to get your side of it. I think I already know his.”

“And what is his?”

“You first, gorgeous.”

You groaned. “Fine. I like him. A lot, Ok? I like him a lot.”

Rooster laughed out loud. Loud enough to echo around the empty room. Loud enough to piss you off.

“Oh, shut up,” you snapped. You grabbed a large glass from a shelf and pulled the handle on Rooster’s favorite draft, tilting the glass slightly to avoid too much foam just as Penny had taught you all those months ago, and placed it in front of him. He immediately took a generous gulp, getting some of the foam on his mustache before wiping it away. “Does he know that you know?”

“Of course not. Great pilot; not the quickest when it comes to this stuff. But then again, I’m not sure he’s ever felt this way about anyone before. He wouldn’t know how to hide it if he tried.”

“Roose, I can’t fuck this up. I need my job, and Penny—”

“You actually think Penny would stop you from being with him?”

“Not stop me exactly, but after what happened with the last bartender,” You blew out a breath and shook your head, “Penny is still pretty pissed, and I don’t think she will want to take the chance. Not to mention that I told her she had nothing to worry about because I wouldn’t fall for that idiot’s charms.”

Rooster rose an eyebrow and said, “Weak, huh?”

“Apparently.”

“Aw, kid.” He reached forward and patted you on the cheek. “If you want, I can—”

The front door swung open on its creaking hinge, just in time for Jake to see Rooster’s hand cupping your cheek. The green of his eyes flared when you met them, and Rooster dropped his hand immediately.

Stomping towards you both, Jake shoved at Rooster’s shoulder until the latter stumbled back, his beer sloshing outside of the glass and making puddles on the floor that you’d have to clean up before the bar opened for customers.

“Take it easy,” Rooster chuckled, but his teammate only shoved him again.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Jake—”

“It’s fine. Y/N.” Rooster stopped you with his hand raised in your direction. “I always knew something would make Hangman here lose his cool.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Jake’s fingers curl into a fist, knuckles whitening and eyebrows scrunching more with each word that passed Rooster’s lips.

“However,” Rooster started again, and you just hoped what he would say wouldn’t be nearly as stupid as the last, “this is a fight I have no part in.” He finished off the last of his beer and placed the glass on the bar, and with a wink, said, “I’ll come back later, Y/N,” then sauntered out the doorway, leaving you and Jake in deafening silence.

He wouldn’t look at you, still standing in the same spot with fists clenched, only giving you the profile of his face. But before you could even say his name again, he too, was heading for the door.

You were after him as fast as you could be, grabbing onto his arm as he stepped into the mid-afternoon sunlight. He whipped around on you with a glare that froze your heart and seized your airways.

Sneering, he said, “Just another reason why you didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Stop it, Jake, you don’t understand.”

“Then give it to me,” he all but yelled.

“Rooster was just—”

“Oh, I saw what Rooster was doing!”

“He was trying to make me feel better!”

“About what!”

You took a couple seconds and a few swallows to calm yourself down. “He figured us out, and he knows as well as I do that I need to tell Penny when she gets back next week.”

“He—,” His tightened shoulders settled and the features of his face instantly softened, cheeks tinting a light red as your words sunk in. “You’re—” He took a shaky breath, “You’re going to tell her?”

Rising on your tiptoes, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You kissed him until his shock wore off and he started to kiss you in return. Then you pulled back. “I’ve never seen you fumble for a decent sentence before, Jake Seresin. It’s nice.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, then he leaned down to connect your lips again, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

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As Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw sipped his fresh beer, he watched you from across the bar, sitting on the lap of his teammate, your mouths glued to one another. You kissed as if no one, certainly not a bar full of thirsty patrons, surrounded you. You kissed like the feel of his lips gave you life. Rooster felt a pang of jealously; not at the visual of you kissing another, but at the reminder that he wanted someone too. A good woman, maybe. One that could ground him, in a sense, the way you seemed to do so for Hangman. Hangman, who now had something to return to, a motivation to hold in any recklessness in the air.

“Couldn’t she have been just a little bit stronger,” Penny asked, sighing as she wiped down the counter, her new wedding ring shining in the streaming sunlight. “She’s such a reliable worker. I’d hate to lose her too.”

“Cut her some slack, Pen. He’s too charming; she couldn’t help it.” Rooster chuckled. “Neither could you when it came to Uncle Mav.”

Penny opened her mouth to protest but Rooster continued, nudging his head in your and Jake’s direction. “Look at them. He’s hardly using her for a hookup.”

Penny’s head turned to the lovebirds. You and Jake were so much like she once was, back when Mav used to sneak out of her window after a night together. The fact that she and Mav had just secretly eloped in Jamaica did not escape her. “But if he breaks her heart—”

“Penny, he won’t. Have you ever seen him like this,” Rooster asked. “I know he’s not your favorite person. Many people feel the same, and with good reason, but he’s not all bad. Don’t forget, he saved my life once. Actually, more than once at this point.”

The look in Penny’s eyes turned gentle as Rooster walked closer, both still watching you and your pilot.

“And if you fail to remember that,” he leaned in and whispered, “try not to forget that he saved your husband’s as well.” Then he stepped around the bar, laughing with open arms as he joined his friends and teammates by the pool table. “Hey, you two, don’t you like to breathe,” he chortled, slapping Jake so hard on the back he was forced to separate from you. But rather than irritation, only a smile graced his handsome face.

“I like kissing her more,” Jake replied, nudging his nose against yours.

“Gross,” Fanboy murmured as he lined his cue up for a shot. “Is this what we have to look forward to? Our cockiest flyer falling on his knees all day every day for a woman?”

”My woman, Fangirl.”

Your head fell into the crook of Jake’s neck to muffle your laugh as his hand trailed up and down your back.

“Don’t be mean, baby,” you whispered before placing one kiss and then another along the column of his neck. He stifled a moan and crooked a finger under your chin to lift your head back up, then took your bottom lip between his own, nibbling and sucking to elicit those little whimpers that drove him insane.

“But do take me home,” you said when you separated. “I’ve got a plan or two for you, Jake Seresin.”

He nipped at your earlobe. “You better be naked in these plans.”

“Even better—’’ you gave him one last long kiss, “—you will be too.”

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luvangelbreak · 3 months

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smut? (whoops), male!masturbation, abuse? (nothing heavy) word count: 2.5k a/n: y'all this is my first time attempting some sort of smut so if its bad GIVE ME A BREAK. i tried my gosh darndest i swear.

pov: layla

After staying at Downs with Matt and his friends for a few more hours, he and Chris dropped me at my house around 10 pm. I unbuckled my seatbelt as I leaned forward to put my elbows on the console between them as Chris hummed along to the song that he was playing on aux.

"Thanks for coming tonight," Matt smiled at me and I returned it quickly along with a nod.

"Thanks for letting me," I smiled up at him, my high slowly fading now that it had been a few hours since I smoked, "I'll see you guys at school."

They both returned their own versions of goodbyes as I slid out of the backseat, closing the door behind me. I sighed when I noticed my dad's car in the driveway, hoping that he was asleep already.

Much to my dismay, the moment I opened the front door and Matt drove away, I heard his footsteps travel down the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment as I closed the door behind me before I opened them again to see him standing there, swaying back and forth as he looked at me with dead eyes.

"Where were you?" he slurred, trying to sound angry but he just looked tired and out of it. I adjusted my phone in my pocket and looked over to him.

"I messaged you. I was at a friend's hockey game," I answered truthfully and he furrowed his eyebrows further as he took a step towards me making me tense. I didn't move from my place in front of the door, my body being frozen.

"Did you take the brick to Wes?" he asked me and I shook my head, hearing him huff as I looked at my feet.

"He said he wanted it tomorrow. I'll do it then," I answered quietly and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he stepped even closer to me.

"What did I say about mumbling?" he said through gritted teeth and I swallowed my nerves, lifting my head to see he was only a foot from me.

"I'll do it tomorrow," I answered him clearly and he just stared at me, a rage behind his eyes that was always misplaced. I knew he was never mad at me, I did everything he wanted me to, but he had to take his anger out on someone and I was always the only person around.

"You better start pulling your act together," he pointed a lazy finger at me, eyes drooping as he did so, "Or you will turn out like your bitch of a mother."

"Dad don't say that," I whispered shakily and he shook his head.

"What did I say about talking back?" his voice raised, making me flinch slightly but I continued to stare into his eyes, not backing down as he swayed in his spot.

"I'm sorry. I'll do better," I answered clearly, fitting the urge to throw him out of the house and lock him out.

"I'm going to bed. Don't fucking wake me up tomorrow," he grumbled, trudging back to his room and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I leaned against the front door, hearing his door slam as I closed my eyes. I reached around, locking both locks on the door before I waddled down to my room.

I closed the door behind me, flicking the lights on before I quickly got changed into clothes to sleep in. I looked in the mirror to take my makeup off and I forgot the 81 Matt had painted on my cheek was still there. It was slightly smudged but I smiled to myself, biting my lip before I grabbed a makeup wipe, scrubbing it off of my face before taking the rest of my eye makeup off.

I slid under my covers, checking my phone quickly to see a message from Wes.

Westy 10:21pm yo, when u dropping tmrw?

You 10:23pm probs around 6 that good w u?

Westy 10:24pm ye c u then

I sighed, locking my phone before plugging it in. I turned to stare at the ceiling, adjusting my pillow behind me as my mind travelled to the events of today. I didn't really want to go to Downs but I felt the need to go with Matt, feeling bad if I left immediately once the game ended.

I thought about when I took his phone and the fake anger on his face, making me smile to myself. I became bold when I was high and it wasn't until he was standing in front of me, I decided it would be fun to put his phone in my bra. The feeling of his fingers brushing against the skin of my stomach was enough to raise goosebumps on my skin and I felt like the air had left my lungs when his hand brushed against my boobs. I didn't think it through, now overthinking it and wondering if I went too far.

Was he uncomfortable and I didn't notice? Did he really not want to do it and I misread the situation? Did he hesitate because he was scared to touch me or because he found it unpleasant?

My mind circled with thoughts of anxiety and worry but soon enough, my mind fell to only the feeling of his hands on me as I drifted to sleep, hugging the pillow beside me.

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pov: matt

It took me forever to fall asleep, my mind falling to Layla every time I closed my eyes. I don't remember what time I fell asleep but when I woke up at 2 pm, I realised it would be exponentially harder to get my sleep schedule on track when I went back to school on Monday.

I spent the first hour awake just scrolling aimlessly on my phone before I decided to get up, seeing Chris and Nick sitting on the couch. I walked past the living room and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. I waltzed back into the living room, placing myself on the couch beside Nick.

"Nice of you to join us," Nick said sarcastically as he watched a random movie on the TV and I turned my head to look at him.

"It's the weekend, bro. Give me a break," I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the water before screwing the cap back on.

"I'll give you a break when you stop putting your hand up Layla's shirt in the middle of a parking lot," Nick raised his eyebrows at me and I let my jaw hang open.

"Chris!" I yelled at him and he held his hands up in defence, "It wasn't like that."

"How is touching a girl's tits 'not like that'," Chris smiled and I rolled my eyes, flopping back into the couch.

"She took my phone and put it in her bra. She said the only way I was getting it back was if I grabbed it. So I did," I explained and Nick and Chris shared a look before they both looked at me.

"She would've given it back eventually. She can't hold your phone hostage," Nick deadpanned and I pursed my lips, crossing my arms over my chest as I sank further down into the couch.

"Well, I wanted my phone and I got it. End of story," I mumbled before I heard Chris's chuckle. They didn't say anything further, turning their attention away from me as I stared blankly at the wall.

My mind drifted to her again, the feeling of her skin against my fingertips. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head fall back onto the couch as I tried to get her out of my mind. I felt like I was in middle school and just discovered a girl's body for the first time, the tent in my sweatpants making it obvious that I was losing my mind over this girl.

I grabbed a blanket, pulling it over my body to hide my now very obvious boner from Chris and Nick. I tried to picture anything else, the classic of my grandma or my brothers doing some stupid shit but to no avail, my mind always travelled back to her.

I wondered what she would look like laying in my bed in nothing but my shirt or what sounds she would make as I slid my hands down her body. I wondered whether she would be loud and dominating or quiet and submissive, my mind leaning towards the former considering she called me a good boy last night.

Good boy.

My mind wouldn't stop reeling her words in my head and I quickly shot up from the couch, throwing the blanket off of myself as I walked out of the room.

"Where you going?" Chris asked me.

"Shower," I quickly responded, not looking back at him as I made a B-line for the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, quickly sliding my clothes off before I stepped in, the warm water covering my skin. I looked down at the tattoos covering my waist, imagining her hands running along them delicately. I groaned, hitting my forehead against the wall of the shower to rid my thoughts.

I never intended to think about her like this, I wanted to be friends, but it was hard to feel that way when everything she did drew me towards her. It started with her eyes, peering up at me with judgement and confusion before it turned to happiness and seductiveness, whether that was her intent or not didn't matter in my brain.

When she bit her lip, the soft pink skin that I wanted nothing more than to bite into right now. I wrapped my hand around the base of my dick, hissing when I felt how hard I was as I pulsed in my own hand. Keeping my head against the wall, I started stroking myself slowly as I panted lightly.

I imagined my hand as hers, her delicate fingers working their way around me easily as the water made it easier to glide over the skin. I let my eyes fall closed, thinking of her brown eyes looking up at me in pleasure before I bucked my hips into my own hand.

I mentally slapped myself for thinking about her like this but I couldn't stop myself. She was bad for me, I knew that, but it made me want her all that much more. Something I shouldn't have being mine was what drew me to her more every day. The way she was so different from me, her life so different from mine, tempted me towards her in ways I hadn't realised until now. The thrill of doing something you shouldn't was intoxicating.

I groaned as I thrusted into my hand, the pleasure building in my stomach as I imagined her in front of me, nails running down my back as her body would press against mine. The way her face would be contorted in pleasure and back arching in bliss. The beautiful noises that would fall from her lips, calling my name back to me to let me know I was the one who could make her feel such a way.

I let out a small whine, almost feeling her arms around me as I came undone and slowed my pace, pumping myself steadily as my tip became red and sensitive. I hissed pulling my hand away from myself as I sighed.

I quickly finished my shower, deciding I didn't have the energy to shave again and just washed my face regularly. I turned off the shower, stepping out and drying myself off. After wrapping my towel around my waist, I picked my clothes up from the floor and exited the bathroom.

I entered my bedroom moments later, shutting the door behind me while shaking my head and throwing my dirty clothes in the laundry. I picked out some sweatpants and a pink shirt, realising I wasn't going anywhere important today.

I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop and played a random playlist on Spotify as I started studying to the best of my ability. Before I knew it an hour had passed and I had barely written anything on the page when I heard a knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I called out, not bothering to turn around. I heard the door open, catching my attention and Chris waltzed into my room, throwing himself on my bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, typing something on his phone as I spun around again.

"Trying to study," I mumbled, tapping my pen against the table as I looked down at the empty page, my thoughts blank when looking at the numbers.

"Since when do you struggle to study," Chris mumbled as I heard him shift on my bed. I looked over to see him now laying on his stomach, his head at the end of the bed that was close to me.

"Since now I guess," I sighed, slumping back in my seat as I placed my hands on my head.

"Someone's pussy whipped," Chris mumbled and I frowned at him, noticing a small smirk on his lips making me roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm pussy whipped over a girl I haven't even hugged. Nice thinking genius," I answered sarcastically and he once again, shifted on my bed to sit up, crossing his legs over each other.

He shrugged, looking at me with tired eyes as he said, "So ask her out?"

"What happened to thinking she was a psychopath?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him and he shrugged once again.

"Maybe I judged too early. She seems chill around you," he answered and I turned my head towards my desk, biting my lip to hide my triumphant smile. I got rid of the smile on my lips before I looked at him again and he said jokingly, "As long as you don't start breaking our sober streak."

"Does one puff of a cigarette count as breaking the sober streak?" I asked hesitantly and I saw his eyebrows furrow.

"What?" he asked, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees as he looked at me sceptically.

I sighed, running my hand down my face as I mumbled, "That day I went to McDonald's with her. She was smoking and I don't know why but I took it and tried it."

"Matt," Chris groaned and I threw my hands out in front of me.

"I don't know why I did it! It was fucking awful anyway," I explained and he shook his head, clear disappointment, "She just made it look so easy."

"She's already fucking you up," he shook his head, his distaste for her once again peeking through as I sighed.

"It's not her fault. I'm the fucking idiot that didn't think before I did it," I groaned and adjusted my shirt as it rode up my back from sliding down the chair.

"Yeah, you are a fucking idiot," he shook his head, a smile falling onto his lips before mumbling, "Pussy whipped."

"Fuck off!" I threw my pen at him as he jumped off of my bed and ran out of my room giggling like a little kid.

"Nick he's pussy whipped!" I heard him call out to our brother as he jogged down the hall and I rolled my eyes, placing my forehead on my desk in despair.

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Yuji Itadori x Reader: Protector (Jujutsu Kaisen) (Part 3)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/miyahchan/683632993653407744/yuji-itadori-x-reader-protector-jujutsu-kaisen

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/miyahchan/690357281008844800/yuji-itadori-x-reader-protector-jujutsu-kaisen?source=share

Author’s Note: It’s been a super long time since I’ve posted on here and I know this part is wayyyyy overdue. Life and college has been whooping my ass but now I’m finally at a point where I can focus on doing what I like to do :) So here’s part three of the “Protector” series! This part is definitely the longest part so far since it’s more plot heavy.

Synopsis: Yuji finally convinces you to take a trip to see your parents after years of no contact. However, the day takes a turn for both the better and the worst.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Toxic Relationship, Disturbing (?) Content, Smut (ofc), Oral Sex (F receiving), Vaginal Penetration, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Fingering, Manipulation, Vulgar Language, Alternate Universe, Reader Insert

Word Count: 4k +

Taglist: @lilithlunas @thesunxwentblack @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @k0rndogz

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The drive to the outskirts of the city was a long one, one where you spent the entire time staring out the window and listening to whatever song came on the radio.

Yuji drove the entire time – even though you insisted on the two of you taking turns – seemingly enjoying the ride more than you were. He was always the one to find joy in the mundane things in life and, in a way, you envied it. While he seemed content with the situation at hand, you shifted in your seat with every mile that passed by.

You weren’t exactly sure how Yuji convinced you to do this.

You remembered his words from that one night, the night you tried to push to the back of your brain: “Your parents hated you, you were all alone, and your life was just one screw up after another!”

Those words only made this situation even more ironic, especially considering Yuji’s sudden change of opinion regarding your parents.

“Seeing your parents again might help you get over everything in the past. And I’ll be there to support you, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” Was what Yuji said a few days ago and, while you did find the switch up odd, you chalked up his past remarks to pure desperation at the thought of you leaving him.

That’s how you found yourself here, on a road trip to go visit your parents.

You arrived at the motel first; it was a shady place on the side of the road, but the two of you figured it would do for one night. You two checked in and Yuji brought the luggage in, like the true gentleman he was.

You remained quiet, finding yourself stuck as you sit on the edge of the crusty bed. Of course, your boyfriend noticed your disposition.

“Are you okay?” Yuji dropped a suitcase at the foot of the bed and took a seat beside you.

Instinctively, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a huff. “What if we just turned back around?”

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

“We could go back to my place, cuddle up and watch a movie, and… other things.” Your mind wandered to a scenario that was much better than the one you two were currently in.

Yuji hummed. “While I would love nothing more than to be cuddled up with you right now, I would just be helping you run away from your problems.”

“Well, technically, we’re running to my problems.” You got up and started pacing back and forth in the room. “I don’t even understand why I have to do this.”

Yuji just watched you pace, not wanting to add to your distress. “If we’re going to be together for the rest of our lives, we should get rid of our baggage. I don’t want you stressing about your family situation forever.”

Now that you thought about it, you never knew anything about Yuji’s past. You figured he wasn’t close to his parents since he never mentioned them, but he’d never mentioned anything about who he was before he met you. It was like Yuji just appeared one day, crafted specifically for you. You figured he was right about this situation though, like he always was. You had to face your fears, even if those fears caused you years and years of trauma.

The 30-minute drive to your childhood home felt like 30 hours and your dread only grew when you finally pulled into the front yard. In front of you was a blue, country home surrounded by an acre of land. A beat-up truck – one that you instantly recognized as your father’s – was parked in front of the house also. Everything was exactly how you remembered it, down to the dirty white fence that surrounded the house and even the tire swing on the tree in the front yard that laid unused for years.

Yuji got out of the car first and you followed begrudgingly, all the way to the front door that you had to force yourself to knock on. You prayed that no one opened the door, that no one was even home, but that prayer fell on deaf ears when the door slowly creaked open and revealed a familiar face – your mother.

Like the house, your mother looked the exact same as you remembered, though a bit more aged. She looked just like you, down to the eyes and the hair, like you’d walked through a time machine and got transported a few decades into the future. She was the first one to break the silence between the three of you.

“(Y/N)?” Her voice was soft, a tone that felt so foreign to your ears.

You weren’t exactly sure what to say, so you squeaked out a mere, “Hi… mom.” But you weren’t expecting to be pulled into your mom’s sweater as she engulfed you in a hug. You were stiff at first, but you let go and let yourself melt into her touch.

“Come in. Your dad’s gonna be so happy to see you.” She murmured into your hair and, before you knew it, you and Yuji were being escorted into the house.

The house seemed cozier than you remembered. It was adorned in warm tones of brown and as you walked through the living room, the couch was littered with cozy blankets and the walls were decorated with framed photos, a few of them being some pictures of you growing up. Yuji trailed closely behind you with an almost childlike fascination, his brown eyes taking in every detail of your childhood home. It was an intimate experience, to say the least, letting him dive headfirst into your past.

Your mother brought you two into the dining room before leaving you two alone and wandering off to another part of the house. A faint smell of meat wafted in from the kitchen, and you remembered how hungry you were from the long drive there.

“So,” You looked at Yuji, who was still taking in the environment. “How are you feeling?”

“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that.” Yuji leaned closer to you. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel… good, I guess.” That wasn’t necessarily a lie. Seeing your mother was nice and being back here was even nicer, but you couldn’t get rid of the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach. While your brain attempted to forget all the things you went through here, your body made sure you remembered. “It’s so much different than I remember, though. Mom used to hate decorating, but now she’s made the place her own.” Your eyes scanned all the knick-knacks that she had placed on the shelves, and you wondered why everything changed after you left.

Before you could entertain that thought, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floors echoed through the house –two pairs of footsteps, to be exact. Your mother entered the room, followed by someone else – your father.

Your father, like your mother, looked the same as you remembered. You didn’t resemble your dad at all, though you did pick up your more reserved, independent nature from him. You didn’t have many memories with your dad, as he spent most of his time working, a trait that you inherited as well.

“(Y/N).” Was all he said before he focused his attention on Yuji. “You brought a guest.”

You realized you hadn’t properly introduced Yuji to your parents and figured this was the perfect time to do so. “Yeah, um, this is Yuji, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you two.” Yuji reached out to shake your dad’s hand, which your dad surprisingly accepted. Perfect, you thought, work your charm.

Your dad took a seat at the head of the table and your mom excused herself to the kitchen. “So, how long have you two been dating?” You never imagined that you’d be in a situation where your father would be interrogating your boyfriend, but here you were.

“We’ve been together for almost 10 months.” Yuji took initiative in the conversation. “She’s a great girl.”

Your father let out a grunt of approval and, though you expected more questioning, he didn’t continue. It was odd. Your mother ran back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, bringing in plates, silverware, and, finally, pots of food.

“I wasn’t expecting company today but thankfully, this should be enough.” She went around the table, fixing everyone their own portion of food. She’d made pot roast and mashed potatoes, one of your favorite meals coincidentally.

Yuji dug into his meal before you could even pick up your fork. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a homecooked meal like this, especially from your mom. Dinner began with everyone eating in silence except for the sound of clinking silverware. Mom’s pot roast melted on your tongue, and you let out a sigh. This was nice.

“So, how was the ride?” Your mother asked, taking the tiniest nibbles from her plate.

“It was nice.” You hated small talk.

“I’ve never been out the city before so it was a pretty cool experience.” Yuji, on the other hand, was a master at it. “I’ve seen more trees today than I’ve seen in my whole life.” He rambled on. Your mother giggled at his response and your father only stared him down.

“Never took my daughter for the city type.” You heard your dad mutter.

Like you would know anything about me, you thought. “I love the city. You get tired of grass and bugs, y’know?” You rubbed it in, and you felt even more gratified when your father only cut his eyes at you with no rebuttal.

“You did always have big dreams.” Your mother said. “I’m sure you’ve been making them come true out there, haven’t you?”

“Well, I’m a nurse now. It was a hard road with school and everything, but I did it.” You glanced at Yuji, who stared at you with adoring eyes. You could be talking about yourself all day and his admiration wouldn’t waver.

“Nursing?” For a second, shock was spread across your mother’s face. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it. To be fair, a lot of people who faced the things you faced in this house wouldn’t be in such a good position, but you worked hard, even if that hard work was driven by hatred for your parents. Though, as much as the hatred for your parents had been burning in your soul for years, in their presence now, you couldn’t find it.

By the time dinner wrapped up, the sun was starting to set in the sky and everyone dispersed from the dining table. While your parents stayed in the kitchen, you had Yuji by the hand as you took him room to room. You showed him the room with the grand piano that your parents wanted you to learn so bad, the backyard where you used to have chickens until they escaped from their pen and ran away, and finally, the two of you went upstairs and you opened the door to your childhood bedroom.

It was exactly how you left it all those years ago, though it had clearly been cleaned up, making you wonder who was spending time in it after you left. For a teenager, your room had been surprisingly bare. There were no posters, no artwork, not even curtains on the windows. There was just a bed, a tv stand, and a rigid bookcase with books that you didn’t even remember reading. You’d begged your parents to let you design your room the way you wanted to, but they were always too busy to accommodate you. And, after walking through a house decorated from top to bottom, seeing your drab room was a slap in the face.

“I can’t believe this is where I spent all my time growing up.” You sighed, letting yourself crash onto the mattress. At least your bed was comfortable. Yuji crashed beside you and let out a yawn.

“Yeah, this country stuff kinda sucks.”

You laughed. “That’s not what you told my parents.”

He laughed along with you. “I wanted your parents to like me, ok?” He propped himself up on his elbow. “But I’m enjoying myself. Sure, it’s a lot of bugs and it stinks a little, but I like seeing where you grew up.”

“Well, next time we go on a trip, we’re visiting your parents.”

Yuji paused for a second, and you feared that you accidentally hit a sensitive spot in him, but he returned to his normal, happy demeanor and, instead, placed a kiss on your lips. “Whatever you say.” He whispered against your lips. He tried to pull away, but you cradled his face and brought him in for another kiss. You then placed your hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back and then straddled him. It felt great having someone as strong and built as Yuji under you, letting you do whatever you wanted.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth with little resistance and the kiss grew even more passionate. You felt yourself start to grind against Yuji, almost against your will, and his hands gripped your hips, only encouraging your movements. You felt him harden beneath you, and this only spurred you on.

Finally, he was able to pull away and he groaned. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Here?”

“We can be quick.” You punctuated it with a slow roll of your hips and Yuji’s eyes rolled back. “I promise.”

“Fine. Just… let me touch you.” He peeled your shirt off your torso, and then your bra was next. He fondled your breasts, using his thumbs to rub circles over your perky nipples. You let out a soft sigh at these little movements, but your sighs turned into moans when he latched his mouth onto them, sucking and licking at the soft flesh. He flipped you over, pinning you underneath his body as he continues his assault on your chest. Your panties were getting wetter by the second, and your prayers were answered when his mouth traveled down your torso and to the edge of your pants.

Your pants were the next to go and soon, Yuji was face to face with your clothed pussy, your wetness already soaking through your panties and leaving a sticky stain. Yuji’s eyes went dark as he licked a stripe up the fabric, teasing both you and him. You knew he wanted to dig right in, but he held himself back. He kissed your clit through the cloth, his eyes staying on you as you whined and writhed around on the sheets.

“Baby… please…” You breathed out, wanting – no, needing – more.

Yuji slid your panties to the side and dipped his tongue between your folds. You let out a yelp and then clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that spilled out as Yuji finally gave you what you needed. His tongue slid up to and over your clit, lavishing it with slow, purposeful licks.

Oh god…

He threw your legs over his broad shoulders and his hands stilled your shaking legs, gripping your thighs so tight that you knew he would leave bruises. He alternated between licks on your clit and capturing it between his lips and giving it a harsh suck, both of which had you seeing stars. Your words and moans turned into an incoherent mess, and you pressed your hand even harder onto your face, so hard that you feared you would accidentally suffocate yourself. Yuji released one of your thighs and brought his hand between your legs. He slipped a finger into your pussy and then a second when you grinded against his mouth. The hand that covered your mouth shot down to grip his pink hair as you felt pleasure building up within you. His mouth working on your clit and his fingers rubbing against your g-spot was enough to push you over the edge.

You came all over his mouth and fingers, your body shuddering as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over it. You didn’t know what noise escaped from your mouth but you felt Yuji rush to smash his lips against yours with a light chuckle. “We have to be quiet, remember?” He whispered. You didn’t even respond – you only closed your eyes and let yourself relax in Yuji’s hold. He cradled the back of your head as he kissed you passionately. “You taste so good…” He hummed, and he slipped his tongue between your lips to let you taste yourself.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt your legs being thrown back over your boyfriend’s shoulders and you let out a gasp as you felt Yuji’s dick slide into you. You were surprised every time – he was so huge, but a perfect fit at the same time. You let out a breathy moan as he pulled all the way out and then filled you up again. This position lets him hit the perfect spot effortlessly, and you let out pitiful whimpers as he makes love to you.

He folded you in half as he leaned down to capture your lips yet again, swallowing your moans, and when you arched your back, he bullied himself deeper inside of you. At this point, your mind was numb and your body was on fire. Every touch made your body go crazy but, as overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t get enough. He fucks you faster, making the bed creak beneath your weight, but the thought of getting caught is pushed to the back of your brain. His tip prods at your g-spot with every thrust and, with a particularly hard one, you find yourself falling apart yet again. You creamed all over his dick as another orgasm overcame you, your toes curling and your thighs shaking underneath his firm grasp.

Yuji comes right after you, the feeling of your pussy twitching around him pushing him to his limit. A harsh breath escapes him as he fills you up, so much that his cum seeps out from your pussy and ends up on the thin sheets beneath you. He leans down and plants soft kisses on your neck as you both come down from your high, and your hand travels to fiddle with the pink hair on his nape.

You really didn’t want this moment to end.

After tossing your clothes back on and sneaking back downstairs like nothing happened, the rest of the night goes relatively well. Everyone ended up in the living room, where your mother whipped out some photo albums and passed them around, and your father even made conversation with Yuji and they talked about typical guy stuff that didn’t interest you in the slightest. You couldn’t imagine the last time that you had talked to your parents without yelling or fussing – maybe right before you turned 15 – but this was nice.

Nighttime came quickly and as you and Yuji prepared to leave, you felt a hand wrap around your arm and you turned only to see your mother. “Just a minute of your time before you go?” She asks. You turn to Yuji, who is preoccupied talking to your father, then turn back to your mother and, with a simple nod, you’re following her to the foyer.

“I’m so glad you came to see us.” She speaks so low that she’s almost whispering.

“I’m… glad I came. Really.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, but before you can react, she’s hugging you for the second time that night. She smells sweet and citrusy, like a perfectly ripe tangerine. It reminded you of summertime as a kid, when you would run around in the backyard and entertain yourself for hours on end.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers into your ear.

The words catch you off guard and you stiffen up.

She takes a wavering breath and you feel a wetness on your shoulder. Was she-?

“I didn’t mean to push you away. We didn’t.” Her voice shakes and you feel your eyes begin to sting. You bury your face on the sleeve of her dress. “I didn’t realize how much we messed up until you were gone.” She continues. “This house is empty without you here. We need you here.”

The material of her dress muffles your soft cries. “I… I forgive you.” You breathe and then take another sharp breath. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear those words until now, and the words hit you hard. Your mind went back to the little kid who only wanted her mommy, and the teenager who hoped her parents would beg her to stay instead of leave. “I forgive you, okay?” All the years of arguing and butting heads didn’t exist in that moment – all you wanted was your mom and dad.

The ride back to the motel with Yuji was quiet and the silence remained all the way to bedtime. He was already in bed when you joined him, slipping under the cheap sheets and immediately snuggling up to his muscular frame. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“So, how did you like it? Today, I mean.” His voice is lower than usual, and you know he’s about to fall asleep soon.

“It was better than I expected.” You said. Yuji lets out a soft “mhm”, urging you to continue. “But I need to talk to you about something.”

“I’m all ears.” His response was slow.

“So, I talked to my mom before we left. She apologized for everything, which is crazy to me. She cried. I cried. The whole shebang.”

“I figured.” He shifts under you. “The two of you wander off and then come back with puffy eyes. I knew something had to happen.” He kisses your forehead. “That’s great though, babe.”

You let out a huff. “That’s not it.” You sit up to look Yuji face to face. His eyes are half closed, but they’re still focused on you. “She said they need me there and… I’m not sure how to feel. What if I…” You pause for a moment and then shake your head. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

You take a moment to process your thoughts. “What if I moved closer to them? So I could see them more often? I know it sounds crazy but I felt so good about today.”

At this, Yuji is silent, and you think he finally succumbed to his sleepiness. Then, he speaks. “You would uproot your entire life and move out here?” Oddly enough, his tone isn’t judgmental, but genuinely curious.

“Honestly, I’m thinking about it.” You admit.

“I know it’s not about me, but what about us? We’d have to do long distance. I’d barely get to see you.”

“It’s not that long of a distance.” With every second that you entertain the thought of moving closer to home, the better the plan sounds. “I think we could do it.”

Silence fills the room yet again, and you prepare yourself for a rebuttal from your boyfriend. But, instead, he mutters, “Whatever makes you happy. We’ll figure it out.”

You can’t stop yourself from kissing him in the dark and when you hear his breath become heavy, you know he’s asleep. You crawl off him and rest on your own stiff pillow before sleep overtakes you as well.

Yuji woke up that night at 3 in the morning, drenched in a cold sweat. He didn’t know what woke him up, but he felt restless, despite falling asleep fairly quick earlier. He glanced at you. Your sleeping frame rose up and down with every soft breath you took, and your barely audible snores were the only thing to be heard in the motel room. Even in your sleep, you were perfect.

He remembered the conversation before he fell asleep. He remembered the joy laced in your voice as you revealed your plan to move back home. He remembered the way you dismissed his feelings toward it. He remembered how he held back on how he really felt, and just went along with it.

How could you jeopardize your relationship for your parents? Parents that didn’t want a relationship with you? Parents that didn’t bother to make amends until you showed up at their door?

He regretted bringing you there and, while he acknowledged that it might be irrational, he was angry that you would be so willing to throw him away for them.

Yuji didn’t know why he threw on his clothes and snuck out the motel room. He didn’t know why he cranked up the car and drove back to the farmhouse. And he didn’t know why he popped open his trunk and pulled out a crowbar before sneaking around the house and slipping inside through a window that was oh-so-carelessly left open.

The house was entirely different, now adorned with shadows and moonlight that slipped in through the windows. Yuji was careful with his steps, remembering how the old floorboards creaked when walked on with too much pressure. He passed through the dining room first, the table that was covered in plates and pots of food now bare and wiped clean, and then he passed through the living room, which was less homely at night, before he tip toed up the stairs.

The upstairs was quaint compared to downstairs, so your parents’ bedroom was a breeze to find. Yuji pressed his ear against the door and held his breath – an almost comically loud snore could be heard inside, but nothing else that alarmed him. He turned the doorknob and slowly slid the door open. Your parents were statues in the bed, blissfully unaware of his presence. He crept to the side of their bed and stands over your mother. You even sleep the same as her, he notes.

He raised his crowbar and prepared to strike her, then he lowered it again.

This felt familiar.

It was familiar, he remembered. A memory flashed in his brain, but it wasn’t his.

He stood on the side of a bed, but instead of your mother being the one in bed, it was a little boy. The boy slept peacefully, the covers pulled over his head and the only thing peeking out being strands of pink hair. He looked down at his hands. Well, they weren’t his anymore. Thick black stripes – tattoos, he assumed – circled his wrists and, instead of a crowbar, the hands held a knife, which was already drenched in blood. He knew who these hands belonged to – his father.

He – no, his father – runs the knife across the bedsheets, over the boy’s sleeping form. The blood stains the sheets as it travels up to the boy’s head and when it reaches it, the hand raises the knife for a second, but it shakes and drops the knife. The knife, thankfully, lands on the floor and there’s no attempt to pick it back up. The boy was spared. His father sits on the floor beside the bed, watching as the boy continues to sleep with no knowledge of the horrors he was almost succumbed to. His father glances at the knife and retrieves it again but he doesn’t turn it on the boy this time.

The out of body experience comes to an end and Yuji stumbles back as he comes back to reality, and he catches himself before he can crash into the wall. He tries to catch his breath as he looks around. Your parents are still in bed, the crowbar is still in his hand, and he’s still at the farmhouse. Why did that happen? He didn’t remember much about his father, except…

His grip on the crowbar tightens and he focuses on the task at hand. He had to do this. It was in his blood.

He raises the crowbar over your mother and, unlike his father, he brings it down.

The next morning, Yuji wakes up in the motel room. He doesn’t remember how he got there, but he’s glad nonetheless. You’re not in bed, but he hears movement in the bathroom. He’s happy that you’re not there to see him; he doesn’t know how he’s going to look you in your face after last night.

He heard your phone ring in the bathroom, and he heard you answer it. Your voice was inaudible through the bathroom door, but he heard you gasp and your tone became serious. He heard you hang up the phone and the door swung open. You stood in the doorway, your face blank.

“What’s wrong?” Yuji asked.

You hesitated before saying, “You remember my coworker that stood me up?”

Yuji’s face dropped and he felt his heart hammering in his chest. “Yeah, I remember you telling me about him.”

“Well,” You started putting on your clothes and packing your suitcase. “He got attacked. They’re saying he’s been in a coma for a few days.”

He… survived?

The next sentence you spoke spiked Yuji’s nerves.

“And…

He’s asking to talk to me.”

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Wends, Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Diviana all playing strip poker during a rainy day at Nevermore

Maybe someone breaks out some booze and perhaps some strip spin the bottle

(Idk anything about poker, this is all hypothetical lmaoo)

One rainy night in Nevermore, the girls Bianca, Yoko, Divina and Enid play strip poker in the nightshade room. This time they decided to bring in Wednesday. Ever since she and the werewolf were going out, Enid brought her to every activity with her friends. In this case strip poker. Something the girls do every few months or so.

Wednesday was all for it and was confident she would keep her clothes on. And she did. By the end of the game most of the girls were in their underwear. Wednesday of course is still fully clothed. Whether it’d be luck or skill, Wednesday was glad. But she wanted to be nice and decided to play another game: spin the bottle.

But with Wednesday’s luck, she was still the one wearing clothes. After so many spins all the girls were completely naked. They don’t mind but they were agitated that the raven was still left with not a single of her clothes dropped on the floor. Wednesday decided to take it further with spin the bottle. This time whoever the bottles landed on, she would make out with while they choose what piece of clothing to take off.

The girls never saw this side of Wednesday. Not even Enid. Though she didn’t mind. So the game brings. The first spin, the bottle lands on Bianca. The raven crawls on all four to the siren and wraps her arms around her and passionately makes out with her. Bianca looks over to see if Enid was okay with it. To her surprise she sees Enid slowly touching herself. To Bianca decides to give her a show and continues making out with Wednesday while unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off.

The next bottle spin landed on Divina. Again the raven crawls over to other siren and passionately makes out with her. Divina moves her hands on the raven’s back and unhooks her bra and takes it off. Though she doesn’t stop there. While making out with Wednesday she squeezes her chest and lightly plays with her nipples. Enid can’t help but masturbate as she sees her friend feeling up her girlfriend. Wednesday pulls away while Divina tries to get her back.

One more bottle spin and it lands on Yoko.

“Come over here.” The raven points at the vampire and makes a finger gesture to crawl over. Yoko happily obliges. Instead of making out with her, Wednesday leans back on her back and spreads her legs. She tells her to take off her skirt but not her panties. The vampire whines but proceeds to. When Yoko takes off her skirt she sees how wet the raven’s panties were. Wednesday tells her to taste her panties but to not take them off.

At this point Enid was two fingers deep inside herself as she watches her vampire friend lick Wednesday’s panties over her slit. The raven moans and feels herself and looks over to her girlfriend. She gestures enid to come to her which doesn’t take Enid long. Enid quickly moves over to and without question, makes out with the raven and starts squeezing her chest.

*door opens*

The girls stop everything and look up at the doorway to find Weems and Thornhill shocked.

Weems: Oh my- I guess this room is taken.

The two quickly leave and slam the door behind them.

Whoops sorry about that got a little carried away 💀

#asks #liquidsnace #wenclair nsft #nsft writing #nsft fic #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #yoko tanaka #bianca barclay #divina fisher

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infoglitch · 7 months

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My very bad takes on rwby ships (the well known ones atleast. And yes most are jaune)

(i do not represent anyone except myself so do not judge others based on me because if you do. That's YOUR problem. Not the peoples you think I represent)

Hoi! I think its time I get crucified. Kidding obviously. This community isn't completely toxic, that much is obvious. Now let's get the obvious ones out the way

Bmblb.

Ok... time for the one I don't wanna touch because I don't have nice things to say.

Ok first. I don't mind this ship. Wanna get that out of the way because unlike most would assume. I don't hate or love this ship.

BUT. I got problems with how it was made fucking cannon. First off, fuck you rt and your "from the beeginning". I don't fuckin care how much you try to cover your incompetent asses. If the pants don't fuckin fit. Don't fuckin wear them!

Second. There was no real build up (you can argue there was. But it wasn't good. Anyone could have done a better job than rt). The only real thing that could "prove" this was planned was that yang "flirted" with Blake. Now you might be saying-

"oh but she explained her trauma to Blake that clearly means shes interested in her" in which. NO. Yes this moment is VERY good basis to build off these twos dynamic. And if rt kept building onto this by having yang slowly break down Blake's wall before eventually getting her to open up, I would be applauding rt for it, hell I would be a fan of it probably because for these two, it fuckin works! Blake clearly is alot more reserved and is rather prickly meanwhile yang is the rambunctious, ass-whooping, badass, and overall awesome ball of joy (sounds weird saying especially since yang is my favorite character). yet rt dropped the fuckin ball the moment sun showed up. Now I love sun and i enjoy black sun. But for the love of GOD if this shit is from the beginning than this clearly proves it was fucking not!

After volume three who did blake spend most of the time with in menagerie and rt was clearly trying to push? Not bmblb! BLACK-FUCKING-SUN. Let's give a round of applause to RT for making the dumbest decision of saying bmblb was planned from the start because bitch it was not.

And what did we get for yang. Oh only her trauma from one losing an arm and the fact she has PTSD from it. Oh yeah let's not forget the fact yang had ABANDONMENT ISSUES. Yet the moment her and Blake meet back up suddenly it doesn't fuckin matter because Weiss managed to somehow fix it by telling yang that Blake had suffered as well (i know that's not exactly what happened but point is I fuckin HATE the scene where Blake rejoins the team and yang is just "OK! I totally still don't have problems with the fact you left me and the team at both my and our teams lowest moment." Personally fuck you rt)

.....where was I again? Oh yeah rwby ships. So before I fuckin lose it at rt's incompetence at story telling, developing a romance and character building- let's move on to..... whiterose.... SON OF A BIT-

Whiterose

Look does the fact I don't care for BB and the fact I hate white rose with such a burning passion make me look like a misogynistic homophobic asshole a bad thing? Yes. But I just can't enjoy this damn ship because I just find it so FUCKING BORING!

I get it, it's "opposites attract". But I just don't care because this is so boring and basic that I can't even be glad a gay ship is actually popular instead of the same boring straight pairings.

I don't care if ruby could help Weiss be less of a bitch. Because that troop has been done to fucking DEATH.

There's not even the fact that it be a middle finger to Weisses dad because guess what he's already got his comupance and is also you know, FUCKIN DEAD. There's no satisfaction from any of this ship for me. Is it a bad ship? Fuck no we aren't even going to cover THAT!

But do I like this ship and hope it'll be cannon? No. And if it is? I won't care and I'm not even gonna celebrate it. You can take a fat piss on my grave before I say whiterose becoming cannon is the only option.

Now what ship is next- oh. Oh no. It's the ship everyone enjoys.

Arkos

Look I'm already gonna get fuckin crucified for my opinion of WR and BB. I don't feel like pissing off even MORE people!

... ok fine I'm saying my opinion.

I don't care for this ship. I don't care for pyrrha and I'm actively glad she is dead.

I won't even elaborate because this ship is dead and will gladly piss on its grave.

Rest in piss arkos. Overrated as fuck!

Next up is... rose garden. Finally a ship I dont mind supporting... but also... one thats gonna be hard to say

Rose garden

Look... their just fuckin cinnamon rolls and I love it!

"but you hated arkos yet both jaune and pyrrha were cinna-"

Uhp! No! None of your bullshit. But I will explain.

I don't care for arkos because I don't care for the fact pyrrha has no development. Not even a personality. She was always "the one girl that has feelings for jaune" which don't get me wrong, jaunes one of my favorite characters but I prefer the character he would be shipped with are actually characters and not... cardboard.

Now thankfully Oscar does not suffer the same fate. He's not infatuated with ruby, he is just a "kid" who just found a wizard stuck in his head and now he's off into a war he never knew about. He was timid (batshit terrified even) and yet when he sees the courage shown by the cast he slowly tries to be like them. with the moment between ruby and Oscar being a moment I fuckin love. Oscar is being honest and asking ruby why, why does she keep fighting? Keep marching into a unknown war that could very well kill her. And ruby simply answers by admitting she Is aware she might die, she even lost good people during the fall of beacon but she kept going because she wanted to be a huntress, she wanted to HELP people.

One of the many reasons I love rose garden is because these two fuckin dorks grow WITH each other instead of the simple "oh I'm the love interest of the main character I'm gonna be a cardboard cutout of the character I should be!".

I can't put it into proper words but I just love rose garden.

Whiteknight

Wait... are we actually talking about white knight and not another ship that I probably don't care about and get crucified because of them?

FUCK YEAH!

Gentlemen and ladies. I am proud to say I am whiteknight trash because damnit I love this ship.

I will say it now this ship is the shit that gives my Tumblr account LIFE. And like rose garden I can't even find words to describe how this ship makes me my brain go up with dopamine. This ship is just my favorite ship. Weiss and jaune have had so much buildup. Starting with jaune being a idiot and trying to flirt with a very much more cold Weiss (HA) To Weiss laughing at jaunes reaction to his voice after the high of depression that was V9! The little smile jaune had as he heard Weiss giggle. To the mother fuckin mature scene that has skyrocketed to memehood! I just love this ship because it is just everything I want out of a romance subplot!

Knightshade

Oh... oh we already at some.... unpopular ships.

Now this isn't exactly ship related as pyrrha was to arkos but I just don't like Blake, so you might be thinking "oh then you must hate knightshade". Well..

You.

Are.

WRONG!

I don't know why I like it I just like knightshade. It's cute, it's got enough crack to make it a crack ship, and the memes! The. Fuckin. MEMES.

God I love knightshade.

Knightfall

So... how do I say this?

I love this ship. Not joking I love this. I'd be peeved if this became cannon but as syndrome once said

"OH COME ON! YOU GOTTA ADMIT THIS IS COOL!" (Man was a salty man and died like a BITCH)

As to why?

The

Fuckin

ANGST!

I could write an entire fanfic of jaune and cinder fighting each other for days on end until jaune fucking loses but instead of killing him cinder just lets him live. To continue to fight as she gets some sick enjoyment from the attention.

That's all. (Also cinder please choke me with your thighs-)

[GLITCH HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY BANNED.]

Alright I'll behave. No thirsting, now onto.... Lancaster.... you know I can't tell if I want to be killed or be celebrated as a fuckin gift because this list is bizarre as fu-

Lancaster

.... where do I begin?

Ok I should probably state this now. I love this fuckin ship despite how... cliche it really is. I want these two dorks to be fuckin happy but I just can't say whole hearted this is my otp. It's just not for me, I'm sorry. But as you all know I have written.. some.. Lancaster fanfics (I am absolute jaune shipper trash, you can Bury me before I say any jaune ship is terrible except THAT! Even arkos ain't bad just overrated!)

But... yes I like this ship that why I'm writing fanfics in the first place I like alot of jaune ships (despite how much I hate THAT!) Because we'll most female characters that I pair with jaune have atleast some form of interaction. (Except silent knight. I just like that one because I like the "small murderous and tall gentle" dynamic. But we aren't covering silent knight.)

Now thats all I could say for Lancaster but there's one more sister that I wanna talk about but first.

For runner up on this list. Drum roll please.

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Thank you-

.....

Huh I guess that drummer wasn't as dumb-

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Ok fuck you, your fired!

Now for runner up on this list (mainly because I like it but I don't have much to say-)

Martial arcs

(ha bet y'all rat bastards weren't expecting me to list a gay ship that I liked.)

Now all I have to say is.

🎶let them be fucking gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!~

OH YEAH!🎶

Now onto... my favorite one thats not white knight. The one, the only, the truest form of "what the fuck is glitch snorting"-

Dragon slayer

This is the one ship that has continued to be a ship I love dearly.

To me yang and jaune feel like they would be each other's wing(wo)man and would just be an ride to watch.

There wasn't even any evidence in why this ship could happen. But I still love it. Y'all can call it "just a write inserting themselves as jaune" but let me say this.

Dragon slayer is the Pinnacle of the most wholesome moments! Not even Lancaster can compare to the intimacy of this ship and yes! I AM TALKING OUT OF MY ASS BECAUSE I LOVE THIS STUPID SHIP AND AINT NO ONE TELLING ME I SHOULD BE ASHAMED!

....

Ok I think that's enough talking about Rwby ships for one Day because I've caused three things.

1) probably pissed off arkos, BB, and WR shipers.

2) weirded out quite literally everyone with my batshit insanity.

3) probably started a debate on what I mean when I say "THAT!"

Anyway have a great day/night/or what other time it is bitches, bros, and non-binary rat bastards

I'm off to get crucified because OH BOY did I probably poke the bear.

#rwby ships #rwby lancaster #rwby white knight #rwby arkos #rwby dragonslayer #rwby knightshade #rwby whiteknight #rwby whiterose #rwby bumbleby #rwby bmblb #rwby rosegarden #my opinions are terrible.#rwby knightfall #rwby #martial arcs

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