#he never expected to return to the life don’t blame him for how he reacted

[virtu4l-di4ry]

yall want complex characters and then hate him

[gibberishfangirl]

Hello~ Congrats on 100 followers!! You really deserve, it means writing is your AESTHETIC. Anyway, leaving the references aside... I'd like to request Furin boys, Togame and Endo (if it's ok with you) reacting to the reader getting stabbed in their place (the reader protects them) in a fight. You decide whether the boys will see this when it happens or on the way back home with the reader walking much further behind and everything, trying to hide it from the boys. Stay well and stay hydrated, CONGRATS ONCE AGAIN 💚

WIND BREAKER | worth the sacrifice

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Mitsuki Kiryu, Toma Hiragi, Jo Togame

Contains ✰ sfw! violence, blood, reader gets injured, fighting, angst, comfort, guilty feelings, angry feelings and behavior, content of the boys reacting differently to the incident

★ a/n <3 : hiii! thank you so much for the kind words it means a lot! :) i did a mix of some characters finding out in the moment vs later. i didn’t include Endo, simply because im not confident enough in my skills to write him yet, sorry :’D </3★

★ feels enormous guilt, didn’t realize in the heat of the moment. realized you were hurt after it was over on your way home. blames himself for not protecting you ★

-> Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

there weren’t enough words in the world to describe the amount of fear and heartbreak that struck Sakura in the moment when you collapsed on the walk home. Sakura was usually fearless in most situations, always confident in his own abilities but this time was different. he couldn’t help but feel lost, not knowing what to do besides picking you up and running to the nearest hospital as his mind was going insane.

he drowned in his own thoughts the whole way there and even after. ‘when did it happen? where was i? how did i let it happen?’ the man who usually was overflown with confidence felt weak.

Sakura would never be able to live with himself if you were to get a life changing injury under his protection. he felt responsible for everything. he felt pathetic, how could he ever be the strongest when he couldn’t protect you? the person he loves the most. ‘you were okay now but what if something happens again? what if things don’t work out next time? next time. there shouldn’t be a next time. there shouldn’t have been a this time to begin with.’

the incident changed Sakura in a way. he hadn’t been the same since that night at the hospital where he cried for the first time in front of you. where he sobbed into your arms crying “i can’t do this without you. i can’t be here if you aren’t, i need you here with me.” Sakura vowed to himself that he’d never let you or anyone else he cared for be put in that position again. he won’t let it happen again.

Sakura knows how much you love him as you tried to be strong for him. the way you smiled and said it was nothing once you woke up. the way you never flinched or showed fear when you had to stitches. he admired it and wants to do the same for you in return. he considers you to be one of the strongest people he knows and you gave him a new meaning to the word “strong”.

-> Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

Nirei wouldn’t have expected this is how the night would’ve ended. he feels terrible as he was sitting next to your hospital bed on a spare chair. he spent the night with you while you were sleeping. he hasn’t been able to sleep or eat since the incident. he can’t help but just keep beating himself up. if only he had been stronger… how did he realize so late? the two of you were walking home when he wrapped his arm around your waist and felt the blood gushing out from your body while you winced in pain.

“Nirei? You still there?” the sound of your voice quickly snapped him out his thoughts. your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, the small lamp beside you was the only source of light. he looked terrible, his eyes were swollen, face covered in bruises, dried blood on his busted lip, not to mention his eye bags were horrendous. his eyes looked so sad, the way he looked so defeated made you feel devastated.

“hey, are you okay?” even though he looked far worse than you, appearance wise, he was still more concerned about you instead of himself. the feeling of starvation hadn’t even hit him since you were at the top of his mind. he hadn’t even bothered to get checked up on himself.

“yeah, i’m fine. are you okay? have you gotten checked? you’re covered bruises,” you were cut off mid ramble by him embracing you. he hugged you so gently it was almost as if he was scared you’d break by the slightest amount of pressure.

“don’t do that ever again. i can’t lose you. i promise ill be the one to protect you next time— just don’t... i want to be the one you can lean on.” Nirei couldn’t stop the tears from coming before breaking out into sobs as you hugged him back. you couldn’t stop your own tears in time. you were more scared than you realized. you stepped in front of him without thinking, it hadn’t registered how scary the situation was until you were on the hospital bed getting rushed into a room. despite how scared you were you couldn’t imagine how much scarier it would’ve been to not have Nirei here with you now.

★ noticed too late, tried to prevent it from happening but fails. he couldn’t stop it in time and is very upset about it. incredibly irritated by the whole situation. ★

-> Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

Suo knew something happened. however, wasn’t exactly sure what that something was. the most he knew was that you were ‘fine’. he could’ve sworn he saw you get hurt but apparently not? every time he asked you if you were okay or tried to check on you, you’d back away and insist nothing was wrong. he couldn’t help but feel worried, mainly because he knew something was off. he quickly turned around when he had seen that guy sneak up behind him and you ran over to protect him. he tried to pull you away from any chance of getting hurt. he assumed he had succeeded when you didn’t have a physical reaction to any pain. a month and a half passed quickly as the whole incident continued to chew him up inside. since it was winter, it made things easier for you to hide the scar due to amount of gloves you wore. as the season quickly came to an end so did your excuses on covering up your injury. Of course Suo immediately noticed the scar on the palm of your hand. the sight of it immediately made him frown. you could feel your own nerves building up from just watching him examine your hand with a straight face. he gently grazed over the scar with such soft caring hands. it was rare to see your smiling boyfriend be so serious with a sad expression.

“why didn’t you tell me? i asked you about it… you could’ve told me the truth you know?” Suo’s gentle voice broke the awkward silence that consumed the air. his tone wasn’t angry, it was rather soft with a hint of sadness to it. did you not think you could trust him with this information? he could’ve been there for you. you wouldn’t have gone through it alone, he would’ve been there. it’s all he could think of while trying to understand why you wouldn’t tell him.

“m sorry suo, i didn’t want you to worry. you’re always taking care of me… i just wanted to show that i could also take care of you.” you felt bad looking at his expression. you assumed you were doing the right thing by keeping it from him. he always worried so much about you. you thought this would’ve made him more stressed out than he needed to be. you can see now by the way he looks that wasn’t the case. maybe you should’ve just been honest from the start.

“i don’t want you to take care of me if it means you’ll be the one to get hurt in return.” Suo couldn’t help but raise his voice a little as he blurted out the words before thinking. he immediately regretted saying it when you responded with a hurt expression. “wait! no, i mean. i don’t want you to get hurt because of my own mistakes. i should’ve seen it coming, im glad to know you care for me that much. i just don’t want you to get hurt. next time, let me take it.”

“no.” the small word casually left your lips. you know if you were to go back in time you would do the same thing all over again. Suo knew that as well which is why he responded with a small smile. he didn’t want to encourage this behavior but he knew you well enough to know that you’ll never stand by and let the ones you care about get hurt. you were thankful that your boyfriend was so understanding and knew your character so well. he simply sighed in response to your word with a “what am i gonna do with you?”

-> Toma Hiragi ᡣ𐭩

Hiragi felt himself wince at the sight of you getting hurt. he was helping out an underclassmen from getting beat up when the other guy tried to catch him from behind. he let out a yell to warn you while running over to you but it had been too late. the guy had already landed a swing at you with the knife before Hiragi grabbed his arm back knocking the weapon out of his hand. Hiragi couldn’t care less about the guy while you held your arm in pain. He did the most logical thing he could think of which was shoving the guy away from the two of you and making his way to the hospital with you on his back. ever since the two of you started dating, Hiragi made you a priority. he wasn’t planning on breaking that anytime soon. he’d deal with the situation later all that matters right now is you.

“wait! Hiragi- it’s really not that bad! i’m okay. we don’t need to go, you should go get him. i’ll be fine.” you tried to protest against his decision while holding onto him tightly. he was running so fast you were almost scared of falling off. keyword: almost. your boyfriend was incredibly strong and you knew the chance of him dropping you were slimmed down to a zero. Higari ignored your protests as you sighed in defeat. he didn’t leave your side for the rest of the day as the doctor checked up on you.

“Hiragi. I told you i’m fine, you should go back and see if everyone’s okay. you should go update Umemiya while you still can.” your words have fallen on deaf ears since the two of you have gotten there. Hiragi was completely ignoring your words, at least that’s what you thought. in reality he heard you loud and clear but he just simply didn’t care. he didn’t care about anyone else except you in this moment.

“i’ll call Umemiya as soon as i know you’re okay. don’t worry about it.” is the only response he gave to your rambling. you knew he had more to say but you didn’t know how to ask or bring it up. “i’m sorry. i should’ve been more careful with you being around. i didn’t think anything was going to happen tonight.”

Hiragi was genuinely apologetic. he had promised to take you on a date like good boyfriends do but the night went downhill fast. he felt terrible for dragging you into that mess involving his own duties. he often struggled with balancing his duties and your relationship with him but he always tried to make things work. “it’s okay, it’s just another excuse for you to take me on two date nights now.” you smiled focusing on the bright side of things. “of course, i would never say no to that.” Higari always did wonder what he did to get so lucky to have you.

-> Mitsuki Kiryu ᡣ𐭩

Kiryu cursed himself in his own head. he always went out of his way to keep you safe from any danger. so far, he had succeeded until now. he failed to react in time and pull you away. Kiryu wanted to pummel the guy who hurt you but he knew you needed him now more than ever. he hated the fact that anyone managed to hurt, let alone scare you, especially if he was there.

“hi love, are you okay?” with the way your boyfriends tone remained so loving and soft you would never know how angry he was inside. “i’m okay, doesn’t hurt too bad.” you blushed at the feeling of his hand caressing your cheek. your boyfriend grew irritated by seeing your beautiful skin bruise where the scar was starting to form. you caught a glimpse of your boyfriends eyebrows furrow up as his eyes stayed on your scar. the look in his eye sent goosebumps to your body.

Kiryu wouldn’t consider himself to be an aggressive person but he’d be lying if he said he’d never been more tempted to chase down a man and make him regret their decision in his life. Despite all these emotions Kiryu always put you first and stayed by your side. Even if he couldn’t help but wonder what he could’ve done differently to prevent everything from happening.

The way Kiryu always had the ability to manage his emotions was amazing. it’s a skill not most people have and you’re glad he’s one of the few who do. However, he can’t reassure you that he’ll be able to hold back on the day he runs into that guy again. honestly, for everyone’s sake that person better pray they never see you or Kiryu again. Kiryu’s kindness should never be seen as a weakness. that man is a lot more capable than he often leads people to believe.

★ angry at the world, feels so much anger at everyone. blames everyone, himself, you, those around you. slightly mad at you because he would’ve preferred it be him instead. can’t fathom why you would do that ★

-> Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

Umemiya was horrified at watching you get hurt and being so helpless at the moment. he felt so useless, so many relied on him and he managed to fail the one he loves most. he was angry and was having trouble holding it in. he sat there in anticipation waiting to hear if you were okay. he felt like such a failure as he continuously beat himself up. he slapped his face against his hands as he facepalmed. the moment was a consistent replay eating him alive. Higari had tried to convince him to leave to go get changed or showered or to go eat but Ume insisted he needed to stay with you. just in case. you needed him, he couldn’t be there for you when it happened but he’s here now. that counts… right?

Ume didn’t bother sleeping as he watched your restful state sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital bed. you didn’t deserve this, you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met. he was lucky to have you. he didn’t deserve you, he knew that much. how could someone ever do something like this to you? yeah it was his fault but who hurts such an innocent person? you were just there at the wrong time… and it was his fault you were even there to begin with. his body jolted up as he noticed your eyelashes fluttering as your eyes opened. “hey.. how are you? want some water?” his tone was soft and quiet since it was still the middle of the night. he didn’t want to startle you as he went up to you and softly caressed your face. you didn’t respond besides just holding his arm and tugging him towards you.

he let out a small sigh before getting into bed with you since you made some space for him. you instinctively cuddled into him and held him tightly. you quickly relaxed into his chest as he stroked your hair. “i’m okay Ume.” you finally responded trying to reassure him after hearing the way his heart was pounding. fortunately, hearing that come from your sweet voice relaxed him as he felt a new sense of relief that he never felt before.

“why would you do that (y/n)?” Ume finally built the courage to ask you the question that he had been wondering since everything happened.

“because you’re worth it Ume, i love you. id do anything for you as long as you’re safe.” you answered it so casually as if he was already supposed to know that. he felt his own heart melt from your response. typically Ume was always the one putting himself in front of danger for others. he’d never been on the other side of this experience, it made him feel oddly safe. all that previous anger he felt towards himself vanished at your reassurance. “i love you too (y/n).” Ume wanted to do everything he could to his ability to prevent something like this happening again. he was glad he could rely on you, that doesn’t mean he ever wants to see you in this state again.

-> Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

pissed doesn’t even begin to describe the amount of rage Togame feels. he hates the fact that he even feels that way. his knuckles have turned white at this point with how tightly he was gripping the wheel. you had just gotten released from the hospital and you haven’t heard a peep come out of your boyfriend. the moment kept flashing in and out of his head of it all happening. the two of you were around so many people, how did no one step in? how couldn’t he stop it? why would you even get involved after he specifically told you not to? unfortunately the emotion of anger was seeking out of both of you. the tension was so thick, it was bad whenever the two of you matched energy in this way.

“i don’t get why you would do something so stupid. i told you to stay back for a reason. how many times have i told you? do not get involved. stay out of it.” Togame’s harsh words broke the silence quickly. you were more angry at the fact that he was the one who broke the silence instead of you being the one to do it. a small part of you was shocked that he was even angry at you but you saw it coming. he did tell you to never get involved if the situation ever escalated.

“excuse me?? well i’m sooooo sorry that i didn’t want you to get stabbed???!!!” you couldn’t stop the painful sarcastic laughter from leaving your throat while you ‘apologized’. you didn’t stop there, you couldn’t. you were the kind of person where once you got started there was no going back. surprisingly the two of you shared that annoying quality. “i can’t believe you’re actually mad at me. what was i supposed to do? you can’t expect me not to do anything! if it were the other way around you would’ve jumped in the way. why is it so different when i do it? it’s not.”

“it is, there’s a huge difference. i can handle it. you on the other hand, aren’t supposed to handle anything. so don’t bother to next time. i should be able to have you around me without having to worry that you’ll just casually walk in front of a weapon. who does that? i can do that. you can’t.” god sometimes you hated the way he thought. “no. i can, i will and i already have so there’s no changing that.”

“i just don’t get why. there’s no point in doing something like that. i’m not worth saving (y/n). you are, you’re worth everything to me. you can’t just sacrifice yourself for anyone. what if things had gone differently? what if you weren’t okay? what do i do then? what am i supposed to do without? i cant live without you so don’t put me in a situation where i have to even imagine that possibility.” Togame’s outburst caught you off guard. you knew he was angry but you hadn’t expected him to get so vulnerable. the look in his eye changed completely, they didn’t hold anymore anger. they held the feeling of sadness more than anything.

“don’t say that, you are worth saving. don’t ask me not to do it again. i love you, i wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. i’m sorry i worried you but im not sorry for doing it. i care about you. try to see it from my perspective, the feeling of losing you scares me just as much as it does you.” your words stuck with Togame as his expression softened. the feeling of being loved was still new to him and he had some difficulty accepting it at times.

★ a/n <3 : SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONGG </3 I really hope you enjoy this! it took me awhile to write because i wanted to make it as diverse as possible and include as many characters as i could. i wanted to make their reactions differently and have it happen in different ways. i hope i didn’t disappoint! thank you all for reading and being so patient. i appreciate you all! <33 ★

[hyewka]

warnings. possibly unfaithful, switch!beomgyu, ex best friends, pull out method, drunk sex, not proofread

you’ve always felt big feelings towards beomgyu, after all he has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, its just never ever been lust, even as a teenage girl with rapidly changing hormones. you love beomgyu, but it was never romantic. and yet as much as it surprises you, in the moment, it feels so right. like this is exactly how its supposed to be. getting maniacally mounted by choi beomgyu in a bathroom with your sense overwhelmed with the soju and beer breath. yeah, that sounds about right.

you just hadn’t expected it to turn so sappy so quick, despite the alcohol in your systems.

“i missed you…i missed you, i missed you”

at some point, you would’ve guessed those repeated declarations would’ve faded into white noise had it been any other person—any other person but him. someone who’d you considered the most important being of your entire life, someone who you haven’t seen or heard from in two entire years when your entire relationship had consisted of seeing each other all the time, someone that you’ve also, terribly missed.

when you share the same sentiment, when you also feel the need to repeat it over and over again, the heartache you’ve felt and the utter devastating emptiness that you’ve lived with for so long now being satiated—the repetition doesn’t let the words turn into sounds of nothingness as it naturally would’ve. rather, it continues to ram against your skull every time he gasps and whines them. like it gains a deeper, more intimate meaning the more he whispers them against your neck, trailing his wet kisses along your jawline.

“what happened with him?”

it’s like he got worked up at his own question, gripping the plush of your ass so hard his nails painfully digs into your flesh, having you hiss. you don’t blame what you register as an involuntary response—your ex boyfriend was the sole reason for your fallout with beomgyu, it’s a sore subject to poke.

“we broke it off six—s-six months after.” after you and beomgyu fell out you would’ve said, but how can you when the prick’s practically ramming his cock in you.

“oh,” he groans speeding up his sloppy pace, finding more rhythm—all while wearing a dopey smile, the frown on his face returning to ecstasy. “why?”

“just didn’t work out.” you reply curtly, trying to move on from the topic of your ex. he lets you, humming contentedly.

there was a part deep inside him that urged him to be smug and petty with an i told you so, or get mad that you dumped him for a relationship so futile to your life, but he can’t find himself to do so as he gets lost further in the way your face contorts, reacting to each jerk of his hips. you’re perfect, he thinks to himself over and over again. you’re perfect.

he thinks he could cum right then and there.

but somethings on the tip of your tongue— in fact, the moment you had registered him inside your head when you went inside that damned karaoke room, you noticed the ring. you quickly dispelled your first thought—it doesn’t look like a ring for marriage, it looked far too casual for that.

but you had still eyed it practically the entire night curious if it held any meaning and you had so badly wanted to pry. then you finally concluded that beomgyu has always been into jewellery, rings no exception. an hour ago, you didn’t know why you were so curious of his relationship status. but now? now you’re being fucked. you have a reason, so you try to bite the bullet to satiate your curiosity. “what about you?” you choke out. however, your question immedietely evaporates from your head when he smashes his lips against yours again heaving.

you don’t question it, you melt into it, pulling him in closer to the point there’s absolutely no space between the two of you.

“missed you” he whines. it has you uncontrollably tumble out giggles between your smushed lips before he steals your breath away yet again. you feel like you’re on drugs, you’re so high off of the adrenaline you feel. never in a million years would you have expected the original deep set uncomfortable tension between the two of you three hours ago to turn into this. when you had been invited out to hang out with your old college friends to come in and be met with familiar faces—you just didn’t expect your joy to so quickly be replaced with suffocating dread when the most familiar looks you up and down.

you weren’t warned of his presence. and now you were crowded by it.

“i couldn’t,” you gasp, your hooded eyes flying open when he revisits a hickey, grazing his teeth. “i can’t, i can’t live without you. that’s what i’ve realized, i can’t do it.”

you nod over and over again along to his words, frankly out of it, rolling your hips pathetically in rhythm with his. “wh-what about you?” he asks, his vulnerablity on full on display. long gone was the confident, vulgarity that oozed out of him.

it turns you on so much, it’s wrong but it does—his teary eyes, imploring you to put him at ease as he drives his cock deep inside your cunt. it feels right, it feels natural to try it out with him. the moment your finger flick his nipples, beomgyu gives you an immediate, satisfactory reaction—a combination of a gasp and a shriek before his head just pathetically falls to bury his head into the junction of your shoulders.

“you’re sensitive,” you note, letting your fingers lightly lay against his chest. the faltering of his pace is extremely noticeable as he had been increasingly building up his pace. it gives you a rush of dopamine, enough of it to have you more confident with what you want.

“whyyy..why’d you touch..” his whines muffle into your skin.

you peel his head off your shoulder by a fist of his hair and for what feels to be the hundredth time this night, he knocks the breath out of you—he’s gorgeous. when you started making out earlier you had passively asked him to keep his glasses on, you didn’t expect him to make such an effort to keep them because it’s practically falling off the bridge of his nose, crooked and foggy. he looks like a perfect mess.

your ex boyfriend hated it—when you had introduced domming during sex it had immediately killed the mood even though he promised you afterwards that it totally wasn’t because of your risque play with his nipples. after a while, you believed him—you wanted to believe him so you tried to ease into it again, showing him some porn, he’d surely like it as much as you did. you were sorely mistaken. he didnt, he practically ridiculed you, basically implying you were a total freak. it’s one of the things that served as a catalyst for your eventual breakup.

but beomgyu, god, beomgyu.

he transcends even your wildest imagination—hes everything you’d wish to hear and more. when you experimentally let your finger twist his hard buds again as he attempts to pick up his rhythm he gurgles on his spit, moaning loud enough for you to completely lose it. he slows down again, almost completely stilling, looking like he’s about to sob with his face a shade of red and pink, as if hes asking you for mercy.

“what?” you slur, cocking your head. “who allowed you to stop? i was close.”

he shakes his head, bottom lip slightly wobbling, “i c-can’t. if you keep touching my-”

your groan cuts off his rant. “hurry up, my legs are starting to cramp up gyu.”

he flinches at your harshness, falling into a pout. it’s a habit that as long as you remember, had driven you up the wall. but right now, you can’t help but find the action adorable, in complete contrast to the dirty situation you’re in. “but what if i just…like, cum?”

you sigh, propping yourself up again, “when you feel it coming, pull out.” you say simply, which doesn’t seem to ease his mind but he doesn’t resist shaking his hips again. it isn’t long before he’s losing himself in you, slap of skin against skin no longer your concern, totally ignoring the semi public setting. the moment he feels like he has has the upper hand you do it again, playing with his nipples until you’re sure they’re pink and plump, sore.

he not once questions anything, which makes you feel so immensely comfortable. “he would’ve hated this,” you comment absentmindedly, more to yourself than beomgyu. you hadn’t even thought he picked up on it when suddenly he becomes a lot more vocal, moaning obnoxiously loud you would’ve definitely slapped him silly and hopped off his cock…had you not been completely trashed. your brain is turned off, only mustering up a wobbly smile as you drown in his outward display of pleasure. it makes you feel so powerful. he both exaggerates and at the same time actually fucking loses his sanity.

he says those words again, panting, eyes completely glazed over and mouth almost permanently hung open, his hand reaching down to shakily play with your clit, making you arch into his touch, absolutely out of breath. “can’t live without you,”

at that final declaration, you clench around his dick to which he immediately reacts, erratically fucking into you, having your tits jiggle lewdly. he thinks hes hypnotized, he thinks he would’ve probably just bust a nut inside you anyway, but he snaps out of it, getting a sense of clarity.

beomgyu's cock throbs one last time inside you, before he pulls out, giving his cock only one small pump before spurting his load, some of it landing on your stomach and legs, some dripping to the floor. he lets out a soft moan, his breath hot against your neck. after what you believe to be an eternity, your sweaty selves interwined with each other, wallowing in silence as you finally get your breathing controlled, beomgyu pulls away to look at you.

it’s like you truly are telepathically connected, something you’ve joked about for years due to the instance you’ve completed each other’s thoughts. but you’ve come to realize it might be closer to the truth than anything you’ve ever known to be true. your feelings were intertwined, scarily so.

so its to not to your surprise when he doesn’t ask for a round two, he knows. like he always does.

you just try to ignore the constant ringing of his phone.

[gliphyartfan]

I've been thinking about this a bit and wanted to know your opinion, but every time they involve Reader and The Chain in an isekai, Reader knows the Links from video games.

But what if she/he/they knew about The Chain through The videogames, the comic and the writings it reads on Tumblr, just like we do? A Yandere content writer or consumer of said content, Reader will know how to read the signs and avoid becoming obsessed with she/he/they

Or no

Or you can choose to make them obsess over You, why go back to the stress of modern life where everyone is doing everything they can to survive? Why not just stay and pretend ignorance? Why not be pampered to the extreme and never lift a finger again? Sorry for the people who got hurt in your name, but you didn't know any of them deeply and you didn't witness the scene either, so why bother with something that doesn't affect your new life? Of course You would have to pretend to be stubborn so they don't suspect And being very good to them, but that is already returning the affection they give you, a reward for what they do for you...,all that sounds much better than worrying about working, saving, paying bills...

this is such a juicy premise, won’t lie. A self-aware Reader who knows everything about the Chain.

Like…Wild would blush furiously if they casually mentioned cooking all the stat-boosting meals he used to make.

Or Legend would probably be smug if they quoted his exploits from the games or stories or how people talk about his adventure decades after they were told.

Hyrule might be freaked out at first (like, people know of his journey??? People know about HIM???) but would eventually see it as proof Reader was meant to know them on a deeper level.

and all of them would take it as a personal challenge to live up to every expectation Reader’s have of them.

Now…let’s think about it a bit

Reader would know exactly what’s happening when they catch the boys watching them too closely, when their protective behavior ramps up, or when they subtly isolate Reader from others. They’ve read this all before, heck, Reader might’ve even written about it.

They���d immediately try to keep a safe distance, avoiding favoritism or letting them get too close. But let’s face it, The Chain isn’t going to let that happen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They’d be hyper away if Reader’s behavior. The second they start acting evasive, they’ll probably see it as a sign that they’re scared of something and need even more of their ‘protection.’

They might ‘accidentally’ stumble upon Reader’s escape attempts, but make it look natural enough that Reader can’t tell if they are actually aware of their attempt or if they actually stumbled upon them.

Now~ if Reader either consumed or written yandere content, then they are painfully aware of how the chain react to resistance. Every attempt to push them away just makes them cling tighter. Reader is caught in the trap of knowing too much, and that knowledge doesn’t make it any easier to escape.

In fact, Reader would probably overthink the chain’s habits and words and stuff like that (if they are an overthinker.)

Hyrule’s innocent smile, Legend’s sharp tongue, Warriors’ charming words. They ARE genuine.

But they’re also all masks, and Reader would know it. But they also know that the chain will use every trick in the book to keep them if they get a hint that Reader wants to leave.

If they ever find out Reader knew about them from games, comics, and fanfiction? Oh, it’s over. They’ll think it’s destiny, that Reader was meant to be theirs.

Like, I can genuinely see Sky say something like ‘You’ve always known us,” and he’s say it with a gentle, almost eerie smile. “You were always meant to be here.”

And everyone KNOWS if Sky makes such a decision, then they are ALL gonna be stubborn too.

And…

if Reader DECIDES to play along, well can anyone blame them?

Modern life is stressful. Bills, jobs, societal expectations, don’t even get them started on the chaos around the world.

it’s all exhausting. Reader would realize they could have a life of comfort and adoration if they just… stop fighting it.

Sure, they might have some murderous tendencies, but Reader’s read enough fanfiction to know how to keep them happy. Play along, stay on their good side, and reap the benefits of being their one and only obsession.

And if Reader is an introverted who doesn’t like being near too many people and prefers to stay home. Then even better for them! (Both Reader and the Chain)

Reader would make a conscious effort to pretend ignorance. When Wild smiles just a little too widely or Twilight’s growls seem directed at someone standing too close to them, They even feign obliviousness when they see a bit TOO much red on their clothes. (Though Reader would probably find a way for them to NOT kill anyone. Beat the hell out of? Sure no problem. Kill? eeeeh…not so much.)

Reader would reward their affection with kindness. compliments, gratitude, maybe even initiating a hug now and then. It keeps them sated, like giving treats to a pack of overprotective wolves. (Twilight is definitely doing the growly growls of happiness when Reader runs their fingers through his hair.)

Like…Reader knows they’ve probably already done a lot of terrible things in their name, but… well…Reader didn’t witness it, and it doesn’t affect their day-to-day life. It’s easy to compartmentalize when they treat them like royalty, their sole focus on keeping Reader happy.

Time would bring them tea, Warriors would ensure they’d never uncomfortable, and Sky offers you soft, soothing music. Wild hums and cooks. Why go back to stressing about rent when Reader can have this?

I mean…they’d have to pretend to be stubborn at times, just enough to keep the chain from getting suspicious. Let’s face it, if Reader is too accommodating, they might worry they’re hiding something or question why they aren’t more wary.

The trick is to keep them believing Reader is slowly being won over. Let them think their affection is working, and they’ll continue pouring their energy into doting on them rather than spiraling into paranoia.

[lagunapoint]

These elves ruined my life! Solas, Astarion, Fenris, and Zevran

Okay fine, I’m just having fun and below there’s a lot of rambling, I don’t know, a bunch of spoilers about Astarion and my feelings that for the first time in these long, long damn work days finally found a way out whew, thank you for being here with me and reading this, lovers. (And yeah, Solas is always involved, even if I didn’t specifically write about him :) so so I get confused by the way Astarion behaves. The softened, unascended Astarion. And that’s bloody brilliant. Sex in Act One as a way to bind you, to win your favor, but if you’re in a romance, there won’t be any more sex for a long time, longer than you think hehe. Please, look deeper than the act he puts on. He stays true to himself and his way of being, and if you ask him what you mean to him, he’ll go, oh darling, you know, just the one I care about more than anyone in the world. Nothing special. Yes, he leans toward supporting shady decisions, but he’s backed plenty of rational ones too. It’s not evil for evil’s sake, without distinction. He’ll suffer when meeting the ones he’s killed, if you let him, and he’ll tell you straight up that he would’ve killed you too and the conversation ends. But listen, he’s honest. Completely. He doesn’t dance around it, doesn’t try to soften the truth. It would’ve been a killing not out of hate, but out of the way he lives where love doesn’t belong. I love that kind of bitterness that comes from truth. If you break up with him at a certain point, he’ll say he expected it, because he doesn’t deserve that kind of happiness and has nothing to offer in return but trouble. And at another point, he’ll keep blaming himself and asking what he did wrong. He keeps the door open for his partner the whole way through, only at the very end asking if they’re truly ready to move forward with him. And it’s funny because if you let him know you’re staying with him no matter what, he says something like "I’m glad, and I had no intention of letting you go." He was ready to cling to someone he wasn’t even interested in, but once real feelings appear, he drops the toys and the honeyed words. He doesn’t tie anyone down with sweet talk or limits on seeing others well, almost. He spent years in slavery, and he doesn’t want to bind anyone artificially. Only sincere desire. Only love grown honestly, and returned in kind.

I can’t help but compare him to Fenris. Oh, these elves, they ruined my life haha. Fenris is incredibly passionate and distant, and Astarion keeps his arms open while keeping a dagger ready for a long time. I love them both. Same goes for… Zevran? But they all open up in trust and love. I remembered that scene with Zevran in DA2, that shameless honey-dripping antivan flirt toward Hawke and how fast Fenris reacted to that blonde elf. What about Astarion and Zevran? Oh, this post has already gone wild and if I don’t stop now, I never will))))

[redlighttokyo]

Cherry Cola

Chapter 2: Dark Avenues

Word Count: 2.4K

Picture above is Riley (You)

Author’s Note: Sorry this wasn’t uploaded on Monday, I got swamped with school work and didn’t have time to edit it. See you guts next week for Brahms’ story.

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“Alright, this is tonight’s homework. I expect it to be done by next class. Take one and pass it down,” Mr. Handley, your calculus teacher, explained from the front of the class as he handed each person at the front a small stack of papers.

Despite being able to hear your surroundings, you were far away in your mind. It was the only way you could escape the mounting pressure of missing a few weeks of school and then switching schools mid first semester. Although, it wasn’t much of an escape. You could still feel the pressure building with each class, but you were numb to it at the moment. Almost like you switched off your emotions. You did switch off your emotions. You’ve been able to do it for a while now, no one’s even noticed. No one really notices you; you were a background character in your own life.

You couldn’t get what your mom said about your dad earlier – you knew it was true but it still hurt. Although, your mom has some part to play in why your dad isn’t really a part of your life. But that’s beside the point; if he wanted to be here, he’d be here. But he’s not and that was like a dagger to the heart.

Your dad hasn’t returned any of your calls since…. You couldn’t blame him either – you were embarrassed by what happened but your dad, he must’ve been crushed and humiliated. He could never look you in the eye after that. Again, you didn’t blame him for his reaction and the distance that came directly afterward. Even though it hurt like Hell.

You’ve lost count how many times you left him a voicemail in the last few weeks; especially since you moved here. You wanted to be able to say you tried to have a relationship with him after…..

The distance was killing you – you were such a daddy’s girl. Before all this, you and your dad had an amazing relationship. Even though your mom and dad were divorced and shared custody of you, you had a really great relationship with your dad. You two constantly communicated; talking on the phone, or writing letters to each other, or even hanging out together. So for him to give you the cold shoulder like this was like an icy stab to the heart.

“Riley,” Mr. Handley called, catching your attention immediately. His beady brown eyes found you before he gestured for you to come see him. You silently sighed then got up from your desk near the back of the class. The late morning sun poured into the classroom as your peers quietly spoke to each other while busy doing class work.

You stopped in front of Mr. Handley’s desk with a neutral expression and body language; you were slumped forward slightly with your arms by your sides carelessly. This was your way of getting under peoples’ skin – they never know how to react to your completely neutral demeanour.

“Yes?” You flatly greeted. Mr. Handley looked you over once, trying to find a hint of personality. He fidgeted with his pen as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. This didn’t faze you though.

“How are you finding today’s work? Is it too difficult, or too easy? Do you already know all this and think I’m the lamest person ever to make you do this all over again?” Mr. Handley quirkily asked in hopes of fishing a hint of emotion out of you – he got none. You remained completely neutral. You decided that if you stay neutral then you couldn’t get hurt again. You didn’t want to get hurt again. After everything that’s happened you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.

“I’m actually a little further along than this but I don’t mind getting more practice in,” you stated monotonously. A faint smile formed in your mind but you maintained your poker face. Mr. Handley stammered, stumbling over his words or lack there of.

“Okay, if you want to redo the unit then by all means go for it, but I don’t mind giving you the unit you’re actually on,” he offered kindly, a friendly smile crossed his elderly face. Mr. Handley was close to retirement; hell he was passed retirement. This man passed it up three times before finally agreeing to it. This was his last year teaching pre calculus. It was his last year teaching, period. He said he’d still tutor though. He loves teaching and there’s nothing that’s going to stop him from doing exactly that.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” you retorted honestly even though your voice was still flat. “–Is that everything?” You asked curiously. Mr. Handley nodded his head, sending you walking back to your desk. For the hundredth time this morning you felt eyes on you as you made your way back to your seat.

Before you could sit down the jarring sound of the lunch bell ringing filled the school – it was chorused by your peers chit chatting as they filed out of the classroom into the halls for an hour of bliss.

You sighed heavily as you added yet another worksheet to the pile in your notebook then tossed everything in your bag. You hooked the bag over your shoulder as you left the classroom and was met with eager teens figuring out what to do for lunch, forming massive groups in the hallway and making it next to impossible to navigate.

You headed towards the front entrance; keeping your head down as you sifted through the crowd. Being the new kids meant having observing eyes on you at any given moment. Having someone stop you to introduce themselves and make small talk was your worst nightmare. You already had to stand in front of your home room class to introduce yourself first thing this morning.

That’s why you kept your head down as you navigated your way through the halls towards the front of the school. You weren’t sure as to why though, it was a half assed idea that most likely backfire on you. But thinking of your dad made you miss him even more; you wanted to hear his voice and have a conversation with him. You wanted him to know how sorry you were about everything that’s happened recently.

You shuffled into the small phone booth in the foyer, closing the door behind you for privacy. You set you bag down on the small shelf underneath the pay phone then fished a couple quarters out of your change purse. Anxiety rattled you as you fed the coins to the machine once you picked up the receiver. You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you dialled your dad’s phone number. You knew he was at work right now so you called there first. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to break your ribs.

The phone rang a few times before stopping; you half expected it to be his answering machine.

“Gunnery Sargent Jeremy Devins,” you dad’s voice greeted flatly. All the air fled your lungs; you felt like you were drowning without water. It’s been weeks since you last talked to your dad; or even heard his voice. It broke your heart to know that he no longer answers the phone with joy in his voice. You knew he didn’t know it was you so he answers the phone like that now. Like a broken man. And it was all your fault.

“Hello?” Your dad said after a moment of silence. You didn’t realize you’d just been standing there blankly. Guilt felt like a tidal wave crashing down on you; its mighty force throwing you around like a rag doll.

Without saying anything you hung up the phone. Stress tightened your body as you let out a shaky breath. You were in disbelief that you just did that. You couldn’t believe you just called your dad and then hung up without saying anything. You had so much to say to him but the idea of having to face your dad after everything that’s happened made you gag. You couldn’t do it. All because of a stupid mistake that wrecked your mom’s life and destroyed your dad completely. They always told you to make smart choices, to use your head. You didn’t use your head, and it cost you everything. You didn’t exactly weigh the pros and cons when…

Another shaky breath passed your lips as you came back to reality. You quickly gathered your belongings and turned to leave the small phone booth. You damn near jumped out of your skin when you turned around to see someone standing directly outside the booth staring at you. It was the guy from earlier in the office. Mr. Loomis. Asshole.

You collected yourself once again before opening the sliding door to the booth.

“You’re Riley, right?” Asshole asked right off the bat. You felt yourself cringe as your worst nightmare was made reality.

‘Who is this guy? Freddy Krueger?!’ You thought as you stood in the small doorway of the phone booth. You wanted desperately to remain neutral, but you couldn’t maintain it. Something about him was getting under your skin; you didn’t know what it was but it unnerved you greatly.

“Yeah,” you drew out in hopes he’d say more than just that, but he didn’t. There was a long pause between you two.

“Sorry, did you need the phone?” You apologized sheepishly. His sparkling eyes lacked personality and emotion – they reminded you of shark’s eyes.

“No,” he replied, causing you to furrow your brow confusedly. “–I was waiting for you,” he added with a slight smirk. The crease between your brows deepened as you gave him a confused and slightly concerned look. You gave him a once over; he was tall with medium build. His sandy blond hair was haphazardly tousled away from his face. He was clothed in a pale blue polo that was left unbuttoned to reveal the white shirt underneath. He wore baggy jeans and mucky sneakers.

Your eyes travelled back up his body to meet his gaze again. His blank brown eyes glimmered down at you. You felt a shiver run up your spine when an alarm bell started ringing somewhere in the back of your mind.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” You asked after a moment of processing what he said and trying to get a read on him. He was just…. –blank. It was unnerving.

He gave you a shy smirk as his hands sank into the pocket of his jeans.

“I’m Billy Loomis, we met this morning in,”

“–In the office, yeah I remember you,” you interrupted as you stepped out of the booth, standing at least six inches shorter than him. “–Why were you waiting for me?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Billy chuckled nervously as he stumbled over his words. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to have lunch with me and my friends,” he finally got out. You weren’t sure how you felt about that. Nobody’s nice to the new kid for the sake of being nice. From experience, the new kid has to get hazed. Is that what’s happening here?

You narrowed your gaze at him as you carefully weighed the pros and cons. This was a new habit you picked up; so far, it’s a very useful habit to have. You quickly listed every pro and con. If you accept then it opens the doorway to friendship, which is something you both desperately needed and made you cringe at the idea. It’s not that you didn’t want friends – you have plenty of those. Or at least, you had plenty of those. After everything came to light a couple weeks ago, they stopped interacting with you; your calls went unanswered, your IMs went unread, and you sat alone at lunch. They completely abandoned you.

Now the thought of making new friends and having them find out about your past only for them to turn their backs on you too, made you queasy. You couldn’t go through that kind of rejection; being completely outcasted by your peers. If you didn’t make friends then you didn’t have to worry about your secret coming out.

But the pros were completely selfish; like most pros are. The pros of this situation you’ve found yourself in are: maybe you can keep your secret a secret while making friends, then perhaps this lonely feeling that settled on your shoulders would dissipate. And finally, and let it be the most sinfully selfish pro in history, but you found yourself attracted to Billy. Not romantically. Not platonically. You wanted him biblically. You knew there were some dark fantasies stewing in the depths of his mind; his eyes didn’t say much but his demeanour told you everything. That was the part that scared you shitless because you know how dark you can get – you’ve been to the depths of your own primal depravity. You’ve done things that’d land you in a hospital indefinitely. Either that or prison.

“Where are you having lunch?” You questioned, trying to seem less desperate than outright agreeing.

Billy’s thin pink lips turned upward into a smile.

“We’re going to the water fountain, enjoy the last days of sunshine,” he chirped a reply. You pursed your lips together as you pretended to think about it. You’d already made up your mind. Your selfishness won by a long shot.

Shyly, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as a weak smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll join you guys,” you told him. Billy clapped his hands together in victory as a wide grin overtook his features. But a split second later he tried to play it cool; running his fingers through his hair as he gave you a casual shrug.

“I mean, unless you have better plans,” Billy said casually. You felt a smile form inside you but it didn’t translate to your features. You merely stared at Billy blankly. You pursed your lips as you pretended to think, then shook your head.

“No. No better plans,” you uttered. Billy flashed a smile as he nodded his head.

“Cool. They’re waiting for us at the fountain so we should probably…”

“–Go. Yeah, let’s go,” you chirped happily.

[heidi891]

Severus does seem the type, doesn’t he?

 

“Severus?” Quirrell laughed, and it wasn’t his usual quivering treble, either, but cold and sharp. “Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn’t he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. [HP&PS]

 

I think a lot of problems with how many HP fans percieve Snape stem from the type of person he seems to be.

As a teenager he’s a skinny, awkward nerd who hangs out with the wrong crowd and is fascinated by a dangerous ideology. He seems to be an archetypal nerd and incel fascinated by neonazism. A lot of ideas who Snape is, what his motivations are and so on, stem from not the source material but the archetype he seems to match.

The thing is, while he has a lot in common with this archetype, there are also significant differences. Without them Snape wouldn’t have betrayed Voldemort and become a spy, he would have stayed a loyal DE or another Karkaroff. This is important thing about Snape: he seems the type, but he is not the type.

Lily and Snape’s friendship wasn’t an awkward situation where Lily was a kind girl who sometimes talked to the local nerd out of pity and Snape jumped to the wild conclusions that they were best friends now. Lily truly liked him and they were real friends, not just in his head.

Was he jealous of James? Most likely he was, but he had a real reason to worry about Lily. James was a bully, Snape also believed James knew about “the Prank” beforehand. Would Snape have reacted in the same way if a genuinly nice boy like Cedric Diggory had been interested in her? We don’t know, but we can’t be sure that he would have reacted equally negatively. A jealous incel would have done that, but it’s not enough to be sure that Snape would have too.

After Snape called Lily a Mudblood, he sincerely apologised. An archetypal incel would have tried to put the blame on James and on external circumstances, he would have tried to gaslight Lily. An incel has a victim mentality: he’s not the one to blame, others are. But Snape did none of those things.

Snape didn’t feel entitled to Lily’s attention, he was her friend. She liked him and talked to him willingly. After Lily ended their friendship and told him to stay away, he did. He respected her wishes. An archetypal incel wouldn’t have listened, would have tried to contact her afterwards and felt entitled to her attention just because they used to talk. Snape did not, he left her alone as she wanted.

Snape was never friendzoned, because he had never asked Lily out. There is even no proof that he was in love with her romantically. Personally I think he had a crush on her, but her friendship was most important to him. I guess he didn’t want to lose it and waited for some signs that Lily had feelings for him too. Having an unrequited crush on somebody isn’t a crime, people don’t control it. An incel would have expected a romantic relationship in exchange for being nice. Snape respected Lily’s feelings and didn’t expect anything from her.

When he found out that Voldemort thought the Prophecy concerned Harry Potter, he asked Voldemort to spare Lily’s life. He could have asked him to Stupify her so he could have made her his sex slave. He could have Obliviated her so that she wouldn’t have remembered her family, he could have given her a love potion. It would have been so easy. According to Hagrid, Voldemort had wanted to recruit her before, so he surely would’ve been on board, wouldn’t he? But Snape after initial, emotional impulse to beg for her life didn’t come with such a plan. He went straight to Dumbledore, even though he could have been killed, and became a spy, risking his life, just to save Lily and her family. He took responsibility for his actions. He didn’t do it because he expected something from Lily. He hadn’t talked to her in years. It wasn’t selfish, it was selfless. He tried to save her and her family without expecting anything in return.

Do you know who saw Snape like the archetypal incel? Voldemort. And that mistake led to his downfall.

(Incels weren’t exactly the thing in the 90s, but creepy men have always existed, even if they were called differently.)

[heavyhitterheaux]

For the Night Part 2

AN: the angst train is now leaving the station 🤭

Synopsis: You and Jack finally talk and make a decision about your pregnancy that's best for the both of you. Or is it?

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: the baddie @mortirolo 😘💕

Appearance by: my bby @nattinatalia 💖💖

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It had been a total of two weeks and you still hadn't heard anything back from Jack.

Fourteen days.

Before you dropped the news of you being pregnant, the two of you would talk every single day.

He would always check up on you and see how your classes were going and made sure that you didn’t need anything. If you did, he would give it to you without a second thought not expecting anything in return.

That’s just how he was.

You told him about your dreams of owning your own business one day while he told you that he wanted to win a grammy and be remembered for his music long after he was gone.

You just couldn’t wrap your head around that the person that you would constantly go to just stopped communication altogether.

He would like your pictures on your instagram using his burner account so that he wouldn’t draw attention to you, but couldn’t answer his phone?

As of lately, he would read your text messages and just leave it at that and he for damn sure wasn't picking up your calls.

It was safe to say that you had been crying every day since you found out about the little life growing inside of you and it was safe to say that Jess wanted to literally kill him for how he had been acting towards you.

You were completely on edge and you had it in your mind that you would probably be raising this child by yourself.

Jess however wasn't accepting that as an option and made sure to let you know that she would be by your side the entire time. 

"When he finally does call you, hand me the phone so I can cuss his ass out. Because he got everyone up in here fucked up including that baby."

"JESSICA!"

"Don't you dare Jessica me! You tell him you're pregnant and he basically goes and says well this isn't my problem and proceeds to hang up on you! Like, he knows better and I thought you had better taste in men who are actually mature and take care of their shit." 

"He was surprised and I was too. Jess, he literally gives me anything that I ask for. And he has always been there for me when I needed him."

"Y/N stop making excuses for him. If he was mature enough to get his dick wet then he needs to be mature enough and do the right thing and take care of his child."

Just then your phone rang and you looked down surprised to see that it was him calling you.”

"Oh shit. It's him." You suddenly became nervous and had a million butterflies in your stomach. 

"Well answer it!" Jess exclaimed while looking at you.

You took a deep breath before hitting accept and heard his deep voice come through your phone.

"Hello?" You softly said before you heard Jack sigh.

"Stink, I know that you’re probably mad at me and I don’t blame you. I'm sorry about how I reacted. I just….. I was caught off guard and I owe you an apology. You know that's not like me at all."

"It isn't and ignoring me when I text you shouldn't be how you reacted either. Fourteen damn days? You can like my pics on instagram, but not call me back?"

"I know. But I just didn't know what to say. It was a lot to take in and I didn’t want to end up saying something that I would later regret."

"Didn't know what to say? I needed you and you left me high and dry. I would never do you like that. Newsflash, but that isn’t exactly how friendship works in case you didn’t know."

Jess simply gave a thumbs up to you while listening to the conversation.

All she wanted you to do was stick up for yourself. 

"I know Y/N and I want to make it right. So whatever you decide I'm on board with it. You know how much you mean to me."

“I decided that I want to keep the baby and if I mean so much to you, you need to prove it.”

You heard Jack clear his throat before responding back to you.

“That’s fine. Just, let me know anything and everything that you need. I promise I’ll make sure that both of you want for nothing. When is your next doctor’s appointment?”

“I appreciate that. It’s in about four weeks time.”

“Okay, just let me know and I’ll be there.”

Without another word, you had hung up your phone and looked over at Jess who had a look of confusion on her face.

“What?” You asked while eyeing her.

“He took that a little too well. Something doesn’t seem right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N…. just……  I have a feeling that he’s not going to keep his word. I mean he’s Jack Harlow. He has girls throwing themselves at him on a daily basis.”

“But, I know him, Jess.”

“But, do you? Or do you know the version of him that he wants for you to see?”

“Jess, this man gives me everything that I could ask for.”

“I guess so because you fuck him into oblivion, but that has nothing to do with you knowing him.”

“I’ve seen his vulnerable side and he’s shared things with me that he hasn’t told anyone else.”

“That’s what he wants you to think. He’s probably told that to all of his side pieces.”

“Jess, come on. Why can’t you be happy for me that he wants to do his best to be a part of his child’s life.”

“I am happy for you babe, however, I just have a bad feeling and the last thing that I ever want to happen is you getting hurt because of his fucking foolishness. And who is going to be left to pick up the pieces? Me.”

“I get it and I’m thankful for you. But, it’ll all be fine. I know that he’ll take care of us.”

It in fact was not fine.

Jack did come to your second appointment as promised, however, he started to distance himself from you a little while after and you couldn’t put your finger on as to why since he said that he would support you through this. .

It all boiled down to when you handed him the sonogram picture from the first appointment when you had originally found out that you were in fact pregnant.

He had gone to see you after he got over the initial shock of you being pregnant and handed it to him. 

“Look, Jack! I wanted to give this to you. Can you believe that we made this?”

He tried to match your level of excitement since it looked like you had come to terms with it and was excited to take on this new journey, but Jack was scared shitless. 

All he did was place it in the bottom drawer of his dresser underneath his clothes so that there wasn’t a possibility of anyone finding it. 

He didn’t even want to look at it. 

Jack didn’t know what to do about this situation.

He saw your growing belly, but was still in disbelief. 

He was nowhere near ready to be someone’s father, but the last thing he ever wanted to do was tell you what to do with your body, or let you down. 

He admits when you told him that you were pregnant and that you were keeping it, all the color drained from his face and his heart dropped.

He had just finally gotten to a place in his career where he was getting opportunities left and right and was always on the go.

How would a baby fit into that?

And now, how in the world would he be able to date anyone?

Truth be told, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend and then suddenly a bomb was dropped on him.

He didn’t want to ask you now seeing as how it would probably look to you. 

Yeah, that is definitely not about to go over well.

But he had to make the best of this.

The two of you were really good friends and he always promised to be there for you whenever you needed him and there was no possible way that he would be able to back out now.

You were counting on him

And so was the baby that you were carrying

Like it or not, he had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

“And to think all I wanted to do was get my dick wet. FUCK!”

He tried to put on a brave face around his best friend, because he couldn’t have anyone else knowing about this.

The main thing that he wanted to do was to respect your privacy since he knew that you suffered from panic attacks and anxiety.

The last thing he wanted to do was to be the cause of an attack. 

He trusted Urban with his life, but knew that it would be better to keep it a secret for the time being.

The first thing he had to do was deal with his emotions first, and he was currently doing a shitty job of that.

The only thing he could do was take it one day at a time.

—-

From that point forward, he would then show up to appointments late or not at all.

Claiming that he was tied up and couldn’t get away.

That was always his excuse even though you knew for a fact that he was in Atlanta around the corner from where you were.

You were now calling him on facetime since he was now ten minutes late picking you up for your latest appointment where you would find out if the baby was a boy or a girl..

All the phone did was ring and the waterworks started all over again.

You- Smush, you’re ten minutes late

You- Jack, I’m seriously going to be late if you don’t come and get me right now

You- You fucking promised me that you would stop doing this shit. You know how important it is for me to have you there.

You- Babe, seriously? I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE READING MY MESSAGES!

You- Fuck it, I’ll just get Jess to take me. Again. 

From Jack’s actions, this would lead to more and more arguments between the two of you when he did finally come and check on you. 

You were frustrated because Jack had gone back on his word one time too many and he needed to put an end to it and soon. 

“You said that you would be there and you weren’t! However, I see you and Druski posted up doing God knows what somewhere! All of this is going on and you’re in Atlanta. It’s not like you’re on tour or overseas or some shit. You are right fucking here and not giving me the time of day. I’M CARRYING YOUR FUCKING CHILD JACKMAN! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PUT US FIRST!?”

“I NEVER ASKED FOR ANY OF THIS SHIT! NOW I’M TIED DOWN TO YOUR ASS BASICALLY FOR FUCKING EVER.”

“OH AND I DID?!? SO I LAID DOWN ON TOP OF MYSELF AND GOT PREGNANT? IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED? AND YOU ACT LIKE THAT’S THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD! WASN’T SAYING THAT WHEN YOU GOT YOUR DICK WET!”

“YOU ARE SO FUCKING DRAMATIC!”

“SERIOUSLY?! I WONDER WHY! BECAUSE MY CHILD’S FATHER IS ACTING AS IF I DON’T EXIST.”

“I GET YOU EVERY GOT DAMN THING THAT YOU FUCKING ASK ME FOR!”

“THOSE ARE MATERIAL THINGS, JACK! I NEED YOU HERE, WITH ME!”

“I HAVE A WHOLE CAREER THAT I’M DAMN SURE NOT PUTTING ON HOLD FOR YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE.”

Your breath then hitched in your throat and you could feel that the tears would be coming in a matter of seconds down your face.

“I would never ask you to do that. However, you promised me that you would be here for me and you’re doing a shitty ass job of keeping that promise. I asked you to help me put the crib together weeks ago and you kept saying that you would get around to it when it was actually Jess who helped me do it. You are so full of empty promises that it’s literally insane.”

“I’m not going to be around you dealing with your fucking mood swings. I don’t want to be around that shit.”

“It’s the hormones, Jackman. But I guess you wouldn’t know any of that simply because you barely check up on me. Question, how far along am I?”

Jack was about to answer and then began to hesitate.

“Exactly. You can’t even answer me because you don’t even fucking know. I want my friend back who claimed that he would always be there for me. Because this person standing in front of me, I don’t recognize him. I can’t do this by myself and you promised me that you would always be there for me. And another question for you, is it a boy or a girl?”

“I…”

“If you would have taken me to my last appointment like you promised then you would know.”

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[sansaorgana]

— THANK GODS (II)

PART ONE

PAIRING — Marc Spector x fem!Reader // Steven Grant x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Marc knows that in order to make this relationship work, he cannot lie to his girlfriend and must confess the truth about Steven. He quickly realizes that maybe his alter is actually a better match for her than him, which leads to a misunderstanding. Will Khonshu and Sekhmet save their relationship once again?

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I am still shocked that the first part got so many notes, I am grateful! 💗 Many people told me they’d like to see the Reader meeting Steven and I loved the idea of that as well, so here we go! 😊

WORD COUNT — 4,380

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THANK GODS (II)

Marc Spector never expected to love and to be loved in return. This whole thing still felt brand new and completely overwhelming to him. How he was always welcome at (Y/N)’s flat and how she seemed to always be waiting for him. How she – understanding very well what it meant to be an avatar – gave him his own space and didn’t insist on seeing him every day. How her flat seemed to change in order to suit him better as well, he noticed. There were always freshly baked cakes or cupcakes and she emptied a few drawers in her wardrobe just for him.

When she opened the door one day; with flour on her cheeks, wearing an apron with an adorable flower pattern, embarrassed that he witnessed her in such a state… Something broke in Marc that day because he thought he didn’t deserve his own luck and despite that he still managed to lie to her.

Sekhmet had told (Y/N) a lot about Marc but because she had told her about his childhood and his job, (Y/N) already assumed that was everything there to know. She didn’t know about Steven and Marc wanted it to stay this way. In fact, he wanted to ditch Steven for her and pretend that he had never existed.

However, he couldn’t. Steven had been the most important person in his life for such a long time that he couldn’t just abandon him. Also, considering the fact that Steven still had no idea about Marc, he would often take over the body without asking for a permission.

Instead, Marc started to slowly work on his relationship with Steven. He made him realize about their situation and he hoped to tame his alter this way. But Steven was taking a long time to grow trust and Marc couldn’t blame him.

“It’s about this girl, Steven. I don’t want to lie to her,” Marc explained.

“Well, then don’t lie to her,” Steven’s reflection in the mirror shrugged his arms.

“How do you even tell a girl about such a thing?”

“You just tell her and if she reacts badly, you turn it into a joke, dunno.”

“Brilliant advice, buddy,” Marc gritted his teeth.

And there he was, standing in front of (Y/N)’s door, squeezing the flower bouquet in his hands, feeling like an idiot. He had never expected to buy any woman flowers like that without occasion. What would she even think about it…?

(Y/N) opened the door and froze at the sight of him before letting out a chuckle.

“Marc Spector? Unlikely. Has someone switched bodies with you?” she giggled and pulled him inside, not aware of how sweaty her comment had made him.

“I… Well, I just… I wanted you to have them,” he handed the bouquet to her quickly like an awkward school boy but she found it adorable.

“That’s… That’s very kind of you. I’ve never gotten a bouquet from a man before,” she confessed.

“Buy her more flowers. Noted,” Marc thought.

(Y/N) took the flowers to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Marc took a deep breath in and followed her reluctantly to lean on the doorframe.

“Hm?” she asked.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he swallowed thickly and her heart froze in her chest.

She hated herself for it but her eyes immediately filled with tears. She had spent so much time hating this man and now, when he was hers, she couldn’t picture her life without him.

Marc Spector didn’t know about that but he had brought sunshine to her life. Yes, he was grumpy and quite distanced emotionally but for her it was more than enough. Every day at the bookstore seemed to be nicer now when she had a man to think about, remember his touch and sweet kisses. She was coming back home without any burden on her shoulders nor any worries. She hoped to see him after work and even when he wouldn’t come, she was cleaning the flat and baking him pies. She finally had a purpose in life. She had somebody. It felt too good to be real… The end of all that loneliness. Such things only happened in the movies after all, didn’t they?

“Y-yes?” she sniffled her tears back and refused to turn around to face him.

Marc furrowed his brow and took a deep breath in. She seemed to be upset. What he was about to tell her, would only upset her more…

“Khonshu wants me to go on a mission for a few days. Just me this time,” he made up a lie quickly and closed his eyes, feeling like an absolute idiot.

“Congratulations, mate,” Steven’s ironic voice filled his head.

“Oh!” (Y/N) sighed with relief and turned around to put her arms around Marc’s neck and hug him tight. “It’s alright! Just please, send me text messages, okay? I’ll be worried sick and I’m going to miss you!”

“Yes, of course, baby,” he hugged her back, cursing himself in his thoughts.

(Y/N) had a few days only for herself, thinking that Marc was in Egypt when in fact, he was spending all his days in his flat and feeling like a complete asshole.

She took this opportunity to walk around the city a bit and visit her favorite spots that she lately hadn’t had time to go to; too occupied by her relationship with Marc.

One of the places was a small vintage store nearby the Museum. She walked inside and started to look at all the trinkets when Steven Grant spotted her.

He went there after work to look for this one specific book about ancient Egypt when he saw her one alley away, tracing a little porcelain figure of a cat with her fingertips. His heart froze in his chest. Shit, she was Marc’s girlfriend.

He tried to leave the store as fast as he could without gathering any attention but on his way out he clumsily tripped and pushed one of the shelves with his hip accidentally, which ended up making lots of noise.

(Y/N) turned around to spot the source of that sound and when she laid her eyes on Steven, they both felt and looked like deers caught in headlights.

“M-Marc…?” she stuttered out and approached him quickly. She wasn’t sure because although this man looked like Marc… at the same time he didn’t. There was something completely different about him, including his clothes.

“Um… No, love, I’m Steven,” he didn’t know what to do.

“What’s with that accent?” (Y/N) laughed. “You were supposed to be in Egypt…?”

“Marc… Help! Help!” Steven called inside his head but Marc wasn’t present at that time. “You useless prick.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steven could feel his cheeks burning. “I don’t believe I know you anyway,” he blurted out and left the store in a hurry but the image of (Y/N)’s surprised and quite devastated face was haunting.

He stopped himself and took a deep breath in before going back to the store and facing her; still standing in the same spot as before like she was a marble statue.

“Okay, listen, we have to talk,” he told her. “I’ll explain everything because that knob Marc doesn’t seem to have enough balls to do it,” he said.

“That’s… That’s confusing…” she whispered.

“I know, love, I’m sorry. Let’s go, come on. There’s this nice cafe nearby…”

“I know!” her eyes sparkled suddenly. “It’s one of my favorites! It’s so cozy and quiet.”

“It’s one of my favorites, too,” Steven smiled gently.

God, he shouldn’t have such thoughts. She was Marc’s girlfriend but… she was adorable.

“So… I’m supposed to treat you like two different people?” (Y/N) took a sip of her coffee and batted her eyelashes at Steven.

God, she shouldn’t had done that. She was Marc’s girlfriend but… Steven was so charming and the fact that, well, he kind of was Marc anyway… No, those were just stupid excuses. What was happening to her?

“I know it’s a lot, love,” Steven sighed. “You don’t have to do this. Marc will understand.”

“No!” (Y/N) protested. “I won’t give up on him so easily,” she stated. “That would be cruel. Relationships are hard work and I am willing to accept Marc the way he is because he did the same to me,” she added softly.

Steven made puppy eyes at her unwillingly. Marc was so fucking lucky.

“It’s just a lot for me to process now,” she explained. “I think I’ll go home and think it all over,” she stood up from the table. “Will we meet again?” she bit on her lower lip.

“I think so. I don’t know. Maybe Marc will want you all to himself.”

(Y/N) only nodded and gave him one more smile before going out of the cafe.

Marc visited (Y/N) on the very next day in the morning since it was Sunday and she wasn’t working. He already knew about what Steven had done and as much as he was grateful that the truth had come out, he was still terrified and wanted to have a word with his girlfriend.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted him after opening the door. Of course it was Marc; she could recognize him by the look in his eyes alone. But he also had different clothes than the man she had met on the previous day and he had a different posture. He looked quite intimidating, meanwhile Steven looked very quiet and shy. “How was it in Egypt?” she teased and crossed her arms.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he winced at the words like it was difficult to say them. “I was scared, I lied to you. I wasn’t in Egypt.”

“No shit,” she raised an eyebrow.

“So you won’t let me inside?”

“What? Oh…! No, no, come in,” she finally moved aside so he could enter her flat. (Y/N) closed the door after him and she hugged him immediately after. Marc was surprised by that and stood still, petrified. “You don’t have to be scared of me, Marc Spector,” she whispered with her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. “I take you the way you are.”

He took a deep breath in and finally wrapped his arms around her to pull her even closer, to breathe in her scent and let himself feel at peace for the first time since he couldn’t remember when. Perhaps the first time in his whole life he had someone accepting him fully.

“I like him, by the way,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“I like Steven. He’s very nice and kind and oh…” she took a step back to look into his confused eyes, “it makes me love you even more, Marc, knowing that you created a person like him, he is so joyful and pure and therefore, you must be, too, somewhere here,” she placed her hand on his chest to cover his heart.

“Oh, that… Yeah, I mean, I don’t know…” he blinked a few times to dry his fresh tears. “I’m glad you liked him. I know you two have more in common…”

“Don’t say that, baby, you’re my boyfriend,” she cupped his face to give him a dozen tiny kisses. “I only wanted to say that you don’t have to hide him from me, you know?”

“Come to my place,” Marc proposed suddenly and (Y/N)’s eyes sparkled. She had never been invited there. “It’s actually Steven’s place, you know. Come,” he insisted and pulled her sleeve.

“Okay, okay! Just let me feed my cats so they won’t be hungry for the whole day! And does he have a nice kitchen, that Steven? I wanted to cook something for dinner,” she left his side to approach the fridge and take out a can of cat’s food.

“We’ll order something,” Marc said and (Y/N) nodded.

She was walking around the flat and shaking her head at the mess, muttering something about living like an animal under her breath and Marc found it adorable. Other than that, she loved Gus and she loved how everything in that flat seemed to be about ancient Egypt. Even the phone case of Steven’s phone.

“Are you sure he doesn’t mind me lurking around?” she asked Marc.

“Actually, he’s very excited. You can spend some time with him if you want to,” he smiled gently.

“Oh, really?!” she almost jumped up from the joy as her eyes lightened up. She didn’t mean anything bad by that but Marc noticed and it made him both sad and happy at the same time. Happy that Steven would finally get what he deserved the most but sad because he would lose her soon. However, Steven’s happiness was more important than his.

“Hi, love,” Steven took over the body and greeted her as she giggled. “You look bloody gorgeous today, you know?” he dared to say and, surprisingly, Marc’s voice inside his head remained quiet.

“Oh, please, look who’s talking,” (Y/N) laughed. “So, I believe you’re really into ancient Egypt? Why is your fish named Gus? Why is it so messy here? Would you want me to clean the place a bit?” she sounded overexcited and Steven started to fall in love. Hard.

So overwhelmed with the fact she was having in fact two boyfriends, (Y/N) didn’t notice that Marc gradually stopped fronting. And when one night her lips joined with Steven’s in a sweet and gentle kiss, she didn’t even feel guilty because she thought that was what Marc wanted – for her to love them both. However, after that night Marc stopped showing up at all. It was only Steven.

“Is Marc angry at me?” she asked Steven the other day.

“What? No! I think he just needs some time for himself, you know what he’s like sometimes,” Steven chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, I know…” (Y/N) sighed. She missed Marc and she could feel that something was wrong but after all, Steven knew him better than anyone.

Meanwhile Steven couldn’t really tell what was wrong with Marc because Marc seemed to be very quiet these days. It was almost like he had disappeared for good.

“Let’s go to this new exhibition at the museum,” he proposed to cheer her up. “And after that, we can get veggie burgers.”

“Oh, sounds lovely!” (Y/N) kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand.

Having her around made Steven feel like he was suddenly ten feet tall. His heart was so full it would explode any given moment. He had a woman for himself, a woman to love and take care of, a woman that was so good to him, baking cakes for him and cleaning his flat even when he was practically begging her to leave it; he hated to see her doing that. But she was stubborn, and kept saying that he and Marc couldn’t live like this.

Oh, and the fact she was an avatar of Sekhmet? It was making everything ten times better. He couldn’t believe that a woman so badass wanted a clumsy lad like him around but she seemed not to mind at all and, in fact, she never missed an opportunity to compliment him to boost his self-esteem and he returned the favor.

They were made for each other.

“What’s troubling you, kitten?” Sekhmet sighed and sat on the edge of (Y/N)’s bed, watching her avatar getting dressed for work.

“Nothing’s troubling me,” (Y/N) shrugged her arms. “What do you want?”

“I might need you to skip work today because there’s other work to do,” the lion-goddess informed her and (Y/N) sighed.

“What work and where?”

“Well, not so fast. You might need Marc Spector for that,” Sekhmet stood up to stand behind her avatar.

“Marc doesn’t want to see me,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “He's been like that for some time now, I don’t know what his problem is.”

“We will need him,” Sekhmet whispered. “You will need him.”

“What are you on about? Is that part of your scheming again?!” (Y/N) turned around angrily to face the goddess. “Stop messing with my private life!”

“I want you to be happy. You were happy with him.”

“I’m happy with Steven, too. Marc abandoned me without a word, he doesn’t want me,” (Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears. “I gave him nothing but love… All of him… And he just left without a word.”

“Therefore, I think working together might give you an opportunity to talk it through,” Sekhmet pointed out. “He will come. Kohnshu will convince him.”

“Why do you two care so much about it, huh?” (Y/N) wiped her cheeks with the palms of her hands.

“You were right on that night when we made you sleep with Marc,” Sekhmet looked down and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “We feel through you.”

“Oh! Brilliant! So me and Marc, our feelings and wants, they don’t matter! You both just want us to be together so you can feel through us when we kiss and when we… Oh my God, that’s actually gross!” (Y/N) yelled at her. “And it’s called manipulation! All this time I thought you actually cared about me, you know?!”

“Don’t be upset, kitten. I know you truly love him and he truly loves you. You weren’t manipulated into love,” Sekhmet tried to calm her avatar down.

“I will do that work for you because that’s my duty as your avatar and if we need Marc Spector then fine, but I won’t sleep in the same hotel as him and I will only meet him at the place of our work so you two can’t mess too much again,” (Y/N) pointed her finger at the goddess.

Wrath Lioness. That’s what (Y/N) was being called like when she was Sekhmet’s avatar. The goddess of destruction and war. (Y/N) felt very small wearing that suit because she knew perfectly well what kind of people had used to wear that suit centuries ago. Warriors and priestesses of noble blood filled with rage and the need of revenge, hungry for the fervor of the fight. She was just (Y/N)... She worked at the bookstore.

She still didn’t know why Sekhmet chose her out of all the people.

However, there was something powerful about the suit, too, and she didn’t mean its healing abilities by that. It was a golden armor with a lion’s head engraved on the chest. There was a golden headband that looked like two golden snakes with scarlett eyes were wrapped around her head. There was a dark red cape and two very vicious weapons – long and curved scythes made of gold; like lion’s claws. Wearing that suit made (Y/N) feel like a goddess herself.

And when she was running, she felt like a lioness indeed. She was fast and her jumps were spectacular as the cape fluttered behind her. Dark red cape like dark red was the blood of Sekhmet’s enemies leaving a trace behind her.

She kept on running through the desert, knowing very well already that she was late but what would Marc do? He had no other choice but to wait for her.

He was in his Moon Knight’s suit but without his headpiece on. He looked impatient when she spotted him… and totally pissed. Typical Marc Spector from the times before they had been together.

(Y/N) furrowed her brow and jumped down from the edge of the hill. She landed on her fours next to him and got up graciously like a real feline would.

“Sorry I’m late,” she greeted him.

“Thirty minutes. Not your record, though,” Marc pointed out coldly and she could feel her heart squeezing in her chest.

“What’s wrong with you, Marc?” she asked and he furrowed his brow. “Yes, I’m talking to you. What the hell? Why are you acting like this? Like there was never anything between us? Like we’re back at that point where we hated each other?”

“I don’t hate you, I never did,” Marc crossed his arms.

“Me neither,” she pointed out. “Baby, I don’t know what’s going on and Steven doesn’t know either, but I miss you,” she dared to approach him and put her hands on his wrists. “Why did you leave me? At least tell me why so I don’t spend my nights overthinking.”

“Because you fit Steven better. You like him more, too. And to be honest, I think you were always destined to be his and not mine,” Marc swallowed thickly and looked away. “Let’s go to work now,” he added and tried to get away from her touch.

“Wait, no!” she squeezed him tighter. “I thought you wanted me to love you both? That we would all share? I’m sorry if I misunderstood…” she bit on her lower lip as tears filled her eyes. “Oh God, it’s all my fault, isn’t it? I messed up…”

“No, you didn’t. Steven is happy and that’s all that matters to me,” Marc sighed. “Listen, we must finish the work before the sunrise.”

“I don’t care about that stupid work!” (Y/N) sniffled. “Do you know they are using us? Khonshu and Sekhmet? They want us to be together because they feel through us, I knew it.”

“What are you talking about?” Marc froze and furrowed his brows.

“She confessed that to me! That’s awful, isn’t it? But I really love you! I love you, I miss you, I don’t want to choose between you and Steven and I didn’t know I had to… I’m so sorry, I messed up!” she burst into tears and finally let him go to hide her face in her hands.

Marc sighed and stood still for a moment, overthinking everything.

He couldn’t believe she actually wanted him, too, when she already had Steven. Steven was perfect for her and what was he but a grumpy addition that kept hurting her all the time?

“I don’t mind sharing you with Steven, baby,” he held her hands to move them away from her face. Oh, how it hurt to see her like that “I just wanted to give you both some space. I didn’t expect you to miss me, that’s all.”

“B-but I love you… How could you think that…?” she gasped. “Oh, Marc Spector, I would give everything for one day where you could see yourself through my eyes and realize how much I love you!” she cupped his face to bring it closer to hers before kissing him. “Please, don’t you ever leave me again, please, please, please…”

“I won’t,” he whispered back and cupped her face as well to wipe her wet cheeks with his thumb. “I won’t, baby.”

“What will we do about Sekhmet and Khonshu, though?” (Y/N) asked. “I don’t like being manipulated.”

“First time for you?” Marc laughed a bit and she cracked a smile. “That’s what gods do.”

“And why are you so angry about it again?” Sekhmet’s sigh made them both turn around.

She was sitting on a rock and wiggling her legs. Khonshu stood behind her and they both chuckled.

“Haven’t we saved you once again, idiots?” she added.

“Don’t give yourself too much credit,” (Y/N) snapped at her. “Better tell us what’s the job.”

Sekhmet and Khonshu looked at each other before laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Marc barked at him.

“The job’s done,” Sekhmet shrugged her arms. “You finally explained everything to yourselves and oh, look at you, so adorable together. Such a deadly power couple in those cute suits.”

“You’re really a bitch,” (Y/N) gritted her teeth.

“Oh, am I?” Sekhmet raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you’d fix this mess by yourself?”

“N-no…” the girl admitted and looked down where her hand was intertwined with Marc’s.

“Now, shoo, back to the hotel and celebrate or something,” Khonshu added and Marc gave him a deadly look.

“Do you need my help with that, baby?” Marc asked, concerned, although he was already holding two boxes.

“It’s fine. It’s almost empty and don’t forget I’m an avatar of the warrior goddess,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and put the box down on the carpet. Her cats were running around, sniffing everything and looking up, making wide eyes.

“I hope they won’t eat Gus,” Marc put the boxes down as well and scratched the back of his head.

“We’ll put Gus in a safe place, don’t you worry,” (Y/N) approached him to put her arms around him and place a kiss on his cheek. “You’re so adorable when you worry.”

“I worry all the time,” he sighed.

“Mhm. Exactly, so adorable. Although I wish you weren’t so stressed. Everything will be fine, baby,” she tried to convince him.

“I’m just… You know how messy Steven and I can be… I don’t want you to be angry at us.”

“Then stop being so messy!” (Y/N) giggled and kissed the top of his nose. “Anyway, it’s not a reason to throw my favorite boys out, is it?” she teased. “Now it’s time to unpack all of Steven’s books.”

“Ah, yeah. He’ll help you with that. I honestly don’t know what to do with them,” Marc winked at her and she could feel his body tensing before relaxing in her arms again. “Hi, love, need my help with the books, I’ve heard?” Steven asked.

“Yes, I emptied a few of my bookshelves but you have to put yours there on your own. We all have our own pattern of that. Oh, also, I think I found a good place for Gus, you know, where my kittens won’t eat him.”

“Ah yes, those monsters,” Steven laughed and crouched down to pet one of the cats. When he looked up, (Y/N) was standing in the middle of the room, petrified. “H-hey, I was joking…”

“I know,” she smiled softly. “I just… I don’t know… I’m so happy,” she confessed.

“We are happy, too, love,” Steven smiled back at her widely.

Oh, how wonderful it felt to move in together and to realize that the days of heart-wrenching loneliness were about to end for them all.

MASTERLIST

[todoscript]

you receive a love letter in your shoe locker from an anonymous admirer

characters: bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff. very slight angst.

word count: 3.2k+ total, 400-700 per character

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, feelings of doubt (mostly all fluff though)

author’s note: i’ve been on spring break so i found some time to write this! i absolutely love writing for these six (not like they’re my faves or anything pshhhhh—)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

he’s already fuming the moment you open your locker and hold out the pastel pink card, sealed by a shiny heart sticker with your name written in smooth calligraphy.

it doesn’t take much for him to realize some other dunce head is trying to make moves on his girl.

and he absolutely won’t stand for it.

he stomps over to you and snatches the letter right out of your hands as you’re reading it.

your complaints go ignored behind him while he inspects the writing with the most livid expression.

you know that ugly face he makes when it comes to his over-exaggerated anger? the one with his eyes all squinted and the corners sharpened upward?

that’s his face as he continues reading, growing more twisted at every mushy sentence this anonymous admirer had the gall to say to you.

at one point, he can’t stand to read it anymore so he crumbles the letter in his fist before igniting it into crisps.

you scold him for causing such a scene and letting his anger get the best of him, but bakugou is still annoyed about it regardless.

“tch, who the hell does this shithead think they are, trying to make moves on you when we’re already together?! i’m gonna kill them when i find out who it is!” he exclaims, hands instinctively sparking with heat that scares off the other students walking by.

you mentally facepalm at this. still, you go about reassuring him that you won’t be swayed and take his hand to walk to the dorms together.

“katsu, you know it’s going to take more than a love letter to make me leave you, right?”

“heh, damn right, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more that’s for fucking sure,” he sneers, a confident smirk on his face as he knows everyone else never had a chance with you to begin with. they can keep sending those letters and he’d make sure to burn them before they could even reach your hand.

on the way back to the dorms, he makes a conscious effort at pda—arm wrapped around your waist while his eyes glare daggers at any extra that even so much as looks at you the wrong way—asserting his claim over you.

meanwhile, having bared witness to that whole scene, your secret admirer is trembling in the corner. they make note to never send you another letter again unless they want their life to flash before their eyes in a fiery explosion.

KAMINARI DENKI

surprisingly enough, kaminari takes the whole situation more positively than most people expected.

in fact, he’s actually prideful about it.

just as he’s about to head over to your locker so you two could walk to class together, sero pokes his shoulder.

“hey, did you see all those written love confessions in y/n’s locker?” sero whispers behind his cupped hand near kaminari’s ear.

the blond scrunches his nose, confused. “no. what love confessions?”

“the letters that were stuffed in your girlfriend’s locker.”

again, kaminari is still puzzled at this. he realizes there’s only one way to understand what sero means.

when he glances in your direction he’s met with you fumbling around with a pile of letters balanced in your arms. his vision zeroes in on the envelopes, deciphering the fancy stationary and pretty embroidery.

oh. they’re love letters.

“other people are trying to make moves on your girl. what are you going to do about it, kaminari?” sero chimes in with an important question and honestly, kaminari can’t exactly make out a solution. or rather, he feels he doesn’t need to.

sure, he should be a little annoyed over the fact that others are disregarding your relationship.

yet could he really blame them for taking such a liking to you?

you’re pretty, smart, nice—the whole damn package.

he’d be more shocked if you didn’t have any secret admirers lurking around.

kaminari decides to leave his friend’s question relatively unanswered and continues his trek to your locker.

“hey, pretty girl! whatcha got there?”

taken off guard by his appearance, you nearly drop all the letters in your arms.

“denki, you scared me!” you exclaim. “these? they’re just some love letters some anonymous person placed in my locker. don’t worry though! i don’t plan on returning their feelings.”

smiling at how quickly you reassure him, he crosses his arms behind his head. “nah i’m not worried, babe. i don’t feel threatened or anything. it only makes sense that my girl is popular after all!”

you’re pleasantly surprised by how rationally he reacts to the scenario. though, knowing his character, he can’t just seem to leave it at that.

“yep, seems like we’re quite the popular couple!” he grabs your hand, wanting to show each other off as you make your way to class.

the bakusquad sees this as another opportunity to egg him on.

“and just how many love letters have you received since the beginning of the school year, kaminari?”

the blond freezes at the question. kaminari bites back words, but begrudgingly answers.

“...zero.”

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

“heya, babe!” kirishima enthusiastically calls to you, approaching your shoe locker. “ready to go back to the dorms?”

“yeah! in just a second though!” you reply.

as kirishima comes closer, he sees you occupied with some envelopes in your hand.

“what’re all those?” he asks, pointing at the refined stationary curiously.

“ah some letters gifted to me from an anonymous admirer. something about wanting to make their feelings finally known, but i’m not interested in them,” you say, clearing up everything before a misunderstanding could arise.

“oh, that’s cool.”

you quirk a brow at how relatively chill he is at this revelation. you were expecting a bigger reaction at this, but kirishima just simply smiles his genuine, care-free smile.

you don’t think much of it though. shoving the letters in your bag to dispose of later, you walk side-by-side with him to the dormitories.

little do you realize that kirishima actually mistakens this as pure, platonic admiration rather than infatuation.

to him, if they had really wanted to profess their love to you, they’d do it in person where you could see and hear them. not behind fancy penmanship and some pretty paper.

after all, that’s what a true man would do!

but as the days continue to roll by, he’s starting to have second thoughts.

“y/n, i’m telling you, with the amount of letters you keep receiving from them, you gotta find out who this person is!” he overhears mina lecturing you at your desk, going through another pile of notes that were left in your locker from that morning. lately, you’ve been greeted by an astounding number of these things each time you visited your locker.

“mina, there’s definitely no need for me to go out of my way to find this person.”

“aw, but look at all the sweet things they said about you!” mina recites a line from one of many letters. she muses about how the writer sentimentally compares your aura to that of a dandelion wisp in the wind—free and lighthearted yet fleeting and out of reach.

“how romantic!”

you roll your eyes, indifferent, but one side-glance at kirishima from your desk tells you that he’s beginning to interpret the situation differently.

the redhead has to admit that all those things that anonymous admirer said to you were… pretty sweet.

kirishima has always been a man of action—an passionate believer that actions spoke volumes compared to words alone. however, after hearing all of that, he’s wondering how he’s able to compete in that aspect.

he seeks you out during lunch and asks you something beneath a lonely corner of trees.

“y/n, do those kinds of things make you happy..?”

you tilt your head, curious about what he’s exactly referring to. one glimpse back at his demeanor in the classroom earlier with mina gives you an idea.

“do you mean all those letters i keep getting?”

kirishima nods slowly.

“well… i have to admit, it is nice to know that i’m ‘liked’ by other people,” you phrase delicately. “but all those pretty letters and sweet words don’t mean anything to me if they aren’t coming from you. besides, i always thought it’s better to let your actions speak for you, don’t you think?”

hearing your answer, kirishima’s face lights up immediately. before you can properly react, a pair of lips meet your cheek.

you rub the warm skin where his lips touched, flustered for a moment. kirishima grabs your hand, walking you two back to the lunchroom with a newfound surge of conviction in his steps.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“ooh, look midoriya, seems like someone else has a crush on your girl.”

as midoriya’s tidying up his red shoes and bringing out his slippers for class, his male classmates inform him of the pink envelope held in your hands.

midoriya looks over in your direction. he watches as you peel the letter out of the envelope and begin reading its contents.

he doesn’t miss the slight flustered look on your features, observing how you scan through the writing while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing over your shoulder as if your secret admirer was peering at you from behind.

“you better hold onto her tightly if you don’t want her stolen from you,” one of the boys warns, more so as a joke, but midoriya doesn’t take their banter lightly.

“knock it off, guys. just because someone else likes her doesn’t mean she’s going to leave me or anything,” he says this with as much confidence as he can muster, but his demeanor betrays him.

when he goes past your desk in the classroom later, he can’t seem to meet your eyes.

“good morning, izuku!” you greet him mirthfully. however, midoriya fails to return the greeting with the same enthusiasm.

“g-good morning, y/n…”

it’s hard for you not to notice that something is up by the way he heads straight to his desk afterward without another word.

throughout class, midoriya finds it a challenge to concentrate on anything but that letter you received that morning. his mind stumbles into the hole of bad possibilities—ones of you leaving him, those sweet words from your anonymous admirer making your heart flutter more than he ever has.

“—zuku… ‘zuku… izuku!”

he gets pulled out from his thoughts by your voice and turns to see the concerned look on your face.

“you okay? you haven’t touched your pork cutlet bowl this entire time.”

he stares down at his food, untouched since he sat down. “oh sorry, i guess something’s just been on my mind today.”

your brows knit together. “it’s about the letter i got today, isn’t it?”

midoriya stares at you, debating whether to deny your statement, but knows it’s pointless to try when it must have been obvious.

you take his silence as confirmation and grasp his hand that lays flat on the table.

“izuku, look at me,” you tell him and watch as his eyes slowly trail to you. “you know i wouldn’t leave you over some silly letter, right? no amount of words they can say to me could ever make me think differently about you.”

at this, a comforted smile spreads on midoriya’s face. he nods and squeezes your hand as a sign he took your words to heart before chowing down on his food, the uncertainty inside him disappearing.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

“another one?” you inquire to yourself in disbelief, opening your shoe locker to discover a rose-colored envelope waiting for you atop your slippers.

“dang, y/n, that’s like the fourth one this week!” uraraka comments, peeking over your shoulder.

“ooh! i wanna see what they wrote for you this time!” mina approaches from behind. you allow her to grab the delicate letter from your fingertips.

she over-exaggeratedly clears her throat, unwrinkling the paper by pinching at the sides. “‘you are the one who brought me sunshine when i only saw rain.’”

“aw! how sweet!” uraraka clasps her hands above her heart, seeming almost moved.

though the girls are all smitten by the love poem, you bite your tongue, hoping to suppress the urge to gag in front of them.

your boyfriend shinsou is on equal wavelength as you, witnessing the scene unfolding so early in the morning. he’s grown tired of replaying this spectacle for the past four days now.

his eyes navigate to the note and envelope in mina’s hand. by the script and the use of the same stationary, shinsou can tell the love letters you’ve been receiving are all from the same person.

“damn dude, you got some serious competition.” overhearing the girls, kaminari jabs at shinsou’s sides teasingly. “so, you gonna do anything about that mysterious guy trying to go after your girl?”

the violet-haired boy shrugs. “why should i? it’s not like i feel threatened.”

kaminari whistles at his confidence.

shinsou says he doesn’t care about it, putting on a level-headed and indifferent facade. but that was honestly far from the truth.

in actuality, he’s a bit pissed.

what kind of person goes around sending anonymous love messages to someone who’s already in a relationship? what the hell do they hope to gain out of doing this?

shinsou more than trusts you won’t be swayed by them, no matter how many times those notes discourteously greet you every morning.

you never bring up the topic of the letters whenever you two are alone, not wanting shinsou to be bothered over it and create a hassle. all in all, he’s grateful for this, and also for the fact that you make a point of never taking any of those letters seriously and dump them into the trash bin whenever the chance arises.

however, he can tell by your body language that the whole situation bothers you and makes you uneasy.

so, during one incredibly early morning, he decides to do some scouting.

he plays off his odd punctuality by saying he left something in the classroom yesterday and wants to get there early to look for it.

lo and behold, he finds a male student hovering around the lockers—suspiciously darting his head back and forth to be on the lookout for any other students.

little does he realize he’s already been caught red-handed.

“hey you.” shinsou abruptly calls out to him and the boy nearly jumps. “what are you doing here?”

the boy panics at his question, fumbling with his answer while hiding something behind his back—what shinsou presumes to be another one of those cheesy letters.

“u-um, just want to get to class early!” he sputters.

“is there any special reason you’re standing in front of my girlfriend’s locker then? ’cause last i checked, the lockers for general education students were located on the opposite side.” shinsou emphasizes his words with a bite of malice, arms crossed.

“i just lost my way is all–” the student suddenly stops mid-speech, his words and actions forcibly coming to a halt. all thoughts are overturned in the presence of shinsou’s quirk.

“i’m going to make this quick and easy for you to understand. not only are you going to forget about this conversation, but you’re also going to stop handing my girlfriend those love letters.” shinsou bends down to the boy’s height, staring at the abyss in his expression.

“and i’d also appreciate it if you kept your eyes off what’s mine.”

it’s safe to say, your influx of letters had been effectively cut off after that day.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

todoroki is no stranger to finding love letters from avid admirers and fans in his shoe locker before and after classes.

in fact, an unprecedented number of them had begun taking up all the space there after his impressive performance at the sports festival.

when he started dating you, however, he had made a clear declaration that he wouldn’t be accepting anymore of them.

but to be on the opposite end of having to watch you unlatch the door of your locker to have letters and notes practically tumbling out, todoroki wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this feeling that made his stomach twist into knots.

he notices the alarming amount of them and concludes they’re all from various students in different grades and departments.

“y/n, you’re getting pretty popular,” uraraka says, eyeing the stack of envelopes. “must be your dance performance from the culture festival! i remember you did get a lot of cheers in the crowd.”

“guess all those cheers came with a lot of fanboys, huh?” the invisible girl, hagakure, teases.

you jokingly nudge at them to stop with the teasing, but pause when your eyes cross todoroki’s. he’s giving you a look you can’t decipher—one that edges between troubled and apathetic yet you can’t tell which it is.

you send him a nod, silently acknowledging his presence as he waits for you to finish your business so you could head back to the dorms together.

watching you dispose of the various piles of letters has todoroki contemplating about what uraraka and hagakure commented on. about how popular you were getting and how your admirers have been bold enough to profess their reverence for you despite your relationship status.

todoroki’s not entirely sure what to make of this information. he doesn’t linger on it for long though when you finally approach him, your sneakers slipped on and your backpack securely hanging off your shoulders.

“ready to head home?”

a smile finds his lips at your appearance. he softly utters his response.

during the small distance to the dormitories, todoroki reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers together. as seemingly minor the gesture is at this point of your relationship, it’s a detail you mentally take note of.

usually, when it came to publicly displaying physical forms of affection, you were the one to initiate it. you have to admit, seeing the assertive side of todoroki is like a small breath of fresh air.

as you continue your short journey home, a couple of male students walking by greet you enthusiastically. though you wave back to kindly acknowledge them, you feel the grip on your hand tighten, followed by a slight tug closer to todoroki’s side.

that alone is enough for you to realize something is definitely troubling him.

“sho, is there something wrong?” you ask, steps still walking in tandem with him.

todoroki’s voice doesn’t waver in the slightest as he replies, “no, why would you think that?”

“you’ve been awfully possessive all of a sudden,” you note, “is this because of those letters from earlier?”

“...maybe.”

you quirk a brow, amused. “is that a yes or a no?”

now todoroki is silent. your steps come to a halt. not parting your laced hands from his, you turn to look him in the eye.

“sho?”

“it’s just… when i realize that there are other people looking at you the same way i do, i get… uneasy.” his gaze drops to the ground as he confesses this, hand squeezing yours. the uncomfortable churning in his stomach settles a bit now that the words are out, but he finds it hard to ease the atmosphere.

this is where you picked up from where he left off. your hand goes to his cheek, gently cupping it so you can tilt his head up at you.

“oh shouto, you have to know that you’re the only one for me and i don’t plan on looking at anyone else but you,” you assure him. todoroki stares into your eyes, and in them, he can’t find any hesitance or flutter of doubt.

at this, he lifts your twined hands and grazes your knuckles ever so softly against his lips, wondering whatever troubled him so much to begin with.

[maybestoryideas]

A silly little request so bare with me. How would the NRC boys react to MC singing Zero by LMYK at VDC?

Twisted Wonderland x Reader - Singing 0 (zero) by LMYK

Author's Note: Tha's a lotta bois. I'm a little worried that I wouldn't be able to write a good enough reaction for each of them without it getting repetitive, so I broke this up into 2 segments. The first is general reactions and which characters they apply to, and the second is a more in-depth scenario for Deuce (because I've mentioned guy in over half of my writing but haven't given him any spotlight). I hope you enjoy!

Pink = Applies slightly to character Purple = Applies to character Red = Applies strongly to character

The moment those first few notes leave your mouth, it’s all over for him. Any thoughts going through his mind are immediately drowned out by the sound of your voice, leaving him hanging onto the words you sing. A small part of him wonders if you're words are just for him. He watches you up on that sparkling stage with unblinking eyes; if he looks away for so much as a second, it’s one second he can never get back. You sway back and forth as you sing, and he moves in time with you. It’s the closest he can get to dancing with you. Whether intentional or not, you’ve captivated him and rendered him spellbound. Please don’t let him go.

Deuce, Jack, Idia, Silver, Floyd, Kalim, Rook, Malleus

He smiles as you perform, but it’s not just the smile of another spectator sitting in the audience. It’s the smile of someone who watched you train day after day and practice for hours on end. For nearly a month you walked that delicate balance of pushing yourself to go further but holding yourself back from pushing too hard. Sure, you had the help of Vil’s tutelage and the support of your fellow performers, but that help could only take you so far. And seeing you sing for everyone with such passion and skill is proof that you’ve made it. It would be an honor to perform alongside you.

Azul, Jamil, Epel, Sebek, Riddle, Deuce, Rook, Jack, Vil

Well, aren’t you just full of surprises? Oh, don’t worry; he meant that in a completely positive way. Sure, he knew you could sing and was even lucky enough to overhear you humming and mumbling songs on those rare occasions when it was just the two of you, but he never expected to see you dressed in glitz and glamor and performing for a packed colosseum. This new side of you is like being hit with a blast of cold air. Unexpected, exciting, refreshing. Would you be willing to sing for him after the final curtain? No? Well, then he’d better enjoy the show while it lasts.

Ace, Leona, Jamil, Idia, Trey, Ruggie, Azul, Malleus, Cater, Jade, Lilia

Congratulations! You just got your first and biggest fan! Expect to have your first meet and greet as soon as the show’s over. And, yes, you will be required to hug and take a commemorative photo together. But can you blame him? You sounded so amazing! Even long after the stage has been taken down and student life returns to some level of normalcy, you’ll still have your Number 1 fan cheering you on from the sidelines. He’s as loud as a full house with half the subtlety. So won’t you sing again? Please? It’s such a shame to keep that beautiful voice all to yourself.

Cater, Ortho, Floyd, Sebek, Kalim, Rook

Deuce

For his sake, and by extension the sake of the team, let’s hope that your performance is after theirs. Because the second he hears your voice, Deuce is absolutely floored. The way you look, sound, how you command the stage; just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you any harder, you find another way to blow him away.

It’s only when Ace literally knocks some sense into him and jokingly warns Deuce not to change his vote that he’s pulled out of his stupor. But then he takes a second to process the thought that just went through his head. You’re one of if not the closest friend he’s made; is he really falling for you? Or is he just getting caught up in and carried away by everything that’s happened?

Maybe it’s because you’ve been spending so much time together. For the past month you’ve practically spent every waking second in each other’s presence. Whether it’s attending class, training at Pomefiore, or sharing meals; it would be quicker to list off the moments when you’re not together.

And throughout all of it, you never gave up on him. Even when it felt like the world was tearing him down, you were always one of the few people to help him get back up and see things from a different perspective.

Training, learning, growing together. The thought alone is enough to have Deuce grinning. There's no point in overthinking it anymore.

[rocorambles]

Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”

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sweaty hands, reluctant hearts

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

Words: 13685 (god this wasn’t supposed to be this long I’m actually sorry this time)

Warnings: Angst and Smut (my fav). Hurt/Jealous Mando -> Touch Starved/Rough Mando -> Fluffy Mando -> Shy Mando. Penetrative Sex. Oral Sex. There’s lot’s of sweat because exertion yall. Breeding Kink 😏. Slight Exhibitionism. Overstimulation and slight slight non-con because of oversensitivity. Umm, squirting 🙃. Dirty/Sweet talk. Spanking (ass and hoohaa).

Summary: He never thought the day would come when he’d hear you saying you wanted to leave him. Yes there was an understanding between the two of you that you were hired to help him care for the Child and to somehow keep the Razor Crest alive and working. And he knew it made sense for you to find work elsewhere now that the Razor Crest was destroyed and the Child was with his own kind. But he just assumed you weren’t going to leave considering it’s been a couple of months since he’d given the kid to the Jedi and you never brought it up. It hurt hearing you say those words, especially when he realized he wasn’t meant to hear them and that you were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people. Turns out, all Mando needed was to see the Marshal eye-fucking you as you fixed the new ship and overshared your thoughts for him to snap and finally make a move. Hopefully he can change your mind...

A/N: Yall, this is post Season 2 so sadly Grogu is not here, hence the angst! Umm, this was a lot to handle because you know, that gif here. Enjoy ☺️

It’s been months since the events that transpired on the cruiser. Months since he’d given away a piece of himself to an unknown being. Months since he’d sat down and re-evaluated his life’s mission. He wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to return to Tatooine of all planets but he needed some time to think of his next steps. So much has changed over the course of the past year and it took the Mandalorian longer than usual to realize that he can’t use bounty hunting to fill the void in his heart. 

One thing he did know for sure, however, was that he couldn’t have managed to survive the emotional and physical changes without your presence. Somehow, you’ve managed to make his life easier and by a whole lot. He has never felt this grateful for having a companion, maker, didn’t even think it possible to ever consider another as such. He’d spent years and years living by the Creed and never once doubting his way of living, but he found himself questioning everything about himself when you came in. It wasn’t that he was suddenly open to the idea of taking his helmet off or anything, it was more of a passing thought on what it would be like if he were to open up to you more, perhaps even share with you more than his name and an abridged version of how he became a Mandalorian. 

He mulled over how he would approach the topic with you, finding himself growing more nervous when he considered how you’d react. You’ve never given him any inclination of ever thinking of him as more than your boss and he knew he needed to figure out a way to make this seem natural and not forced. Frankly, he found it interesting how you managed to read him better than anyone he’s ever met, and he wished he could ask you how you’d done so when he never took off his helmet. 

Mando pushed the thought aside for now, cursing to himself as he dragged the giant piece of scrap you’d requested for him to pick up from Peli. He wanted to argue with you then, tell you that the only reason for coming to this awfully hot planet was to take some time off, if that was even possible, and avoid falling into the temptation of another mission. But he couldn’t find it in himself to say any of these things, mostly because you were the one that managed to procure the new ship for him and you were also the one that told him the two of you were in serious need of rest. He’d only realized the ship needed fixing when he landed and you told him you would get right on as soon as he picked up the necessary pieces from Peli. He felt a little out of the loop when he’d gone to her and found her giving him everything you’d requested for, and he knew you must have contacted her before you landed or else she wouldn’t have been this quick. 

As he made his way through the quiet “streets” of Mos Pelgo, he thought back to what Peli said to him an hour ago. Had he not considered her as a friend, he would have responded rudely when she bugged him about you. As much as he wished to humor the idea that you looked at him as more than a colleague, partner, whatever it was the two of you were, he didn’t want to grow any more false hope, especially now that he’d already given up the one thing that managed to crawl into his heart. 

Mando saw that you’d moved the ship behind the cantina and he chose to blame the heat for the way his skin crawled with goosebumps because no, he didn’t suddenly feel calm at the thought of you. 

He shook his head from the intruding thought and was about to say something to you when he saw who was standing nearby. If there was ever a time where he didn’t wish to see Cobb Vanth, it was definitely now. The bounty hunter put down the scraps of metal before moving closer to where the two of you were standing. He was sheltered behind a shack of sorts and allowed his heart rate to return to normal before listening in on you. 

“I don’t believe you sweetheart.” The Marshal threw back his drink and shook his head when you shrugged your shoulders at him and Mando felt his stomach twist at the endearment. Since when were the two of you on such a close basis?

“Believe whatever you want Marshal, I was only answering your question. Besides, it’s not like I’m actively looking right now.” Mando watched as you swiped the sweat rolling down your face with the back of your hand and swore when he felt the fabric of his pants grow tighter around his crotch. He felt dirty watching your every move, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the way your muscles gleamed under the excruciating sun rays. He cursed the day you bought that garment and he recalled back to the first time he watched you work in it. Mando had almost tripped over the child that day because he never expected to see you walking around with the chest binding so visible to his eyes. It was worse when you reached up high for something because if his eyes lingered long enough, he could see your undergarment peeking from the low-hanging pants of the overalls. 

The bounty hunter had to take a few deep breaths to move on from the inappropriate thoughts he was having and he narrowed his eyes at Cobb when he saw him walk closer to you. 

“Are you ever going to tell him?” The Mandalorian watched as your expression shifted slowly to a more sombre look and he was familiar enough with you to know that you weren’t too happy with that question or the answer you were going to give Cobb. 

“I- I don’t know. I wish I could tell him about how I fe- what I’m thinking about but I can’t...and I also can’t just say ‘Hey Mando, I had a blast taking care of the kid and getting hunted by the kriffing Empire. I fixed the ship for you so see you later.’ It’s not right and I didn’t realize it would be this difficult to come to terms with what I have to do. But I can’t keep doing this, it’s not fair.” 

Whatever the Mandalorian thought you were going to say, that certainly didn’t make the top of the list. He almost fell back when he registered the meaning behind your words. You wanted to leave. You’ve been wanting to move on for a while and you weren’t sure how to tell him. You were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people and relying on his opinion to decide what you were going to do. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind and he tried to see if he’d done anything wrong. Besides the whole thing with Gideon and Bo Katana, there wasn’t really anything he’d done that would inspire such a reaction from you. Not that those weren’t enough to change your mind about staying with him but it was all in the past now. 

The sound of laughter broke Mando out of his haze and he turned towards you again, watching as you slithered down the ship, clenching his fists tightly when he saw Cobb grab your hips to help you down. He was torn between strutting towards the two of you and punching the daylights out of him and remaining where he was to listen in on your conversation. He had no right to do either, but he needed to know.

“I hate to ask you this question because it defeats the whole purpose of this entire chat but...have you thought of how he’d take it? Should you decide on-” You pointed to something on the floor and Cobb leaned down to grab it for you, handing it and gauging your reaction to his question as you continued to work. 

“Why else do you think I’ve been putting this off? Of course I’ve thought of how he’d react. But I deserve more than...ugh, I don’t mind this, I swear I don’t, but I also can’t just sit back and pretend I don’t want more.” You motioned violently to the ship and to what you were doing as you spoke, shaking your head at the man smiling smugly in front of you before throwing out the tools and snatching his drink from him. 

Mando couldn’t stand to be near you, not after what he’d heard and certainly not after taking in your body language and the way Cobb was practically undressing you without shame. He stepped back, leaving the scraps where they were and heading to the cantina to take his mind off of what he’d just witnessed. He walked in and paid no mind to the patrons scattered across the room, handing the man behind the counter more credits than he cared to count and asking him for his strongest stuff. He didn’t bother to address the judgmental stare he was receiving and took hold of the bottle before walking out again. 

It was close to sunset and the Mandalorian walked until the edge of the town before deciding to continue until he reached a small hill filled with large boulders. Sliding down one of the rocks, he sighed deeply before taking off his helmet, the hissing sound instilling a sense of guilt deep in his chest. He was ashamed at feeling such an emotion towards what he based his entire life on. But he couldn’t take it anymore. His anger rose as he opened the large bottle in his hand, throwing it back until he felt the stinging drink burn his throat for a few seconds before aggressively setting it on the floor next to him. 

Mando wasn’t able to put what he was feeling into a proper string of thoughts but he did know it was an odd mixture of hurt and anger with a tiny bit of sexual frustration. He couldn’t get the image of you sweaty and heaving as you worked on his ship out of his mind, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back to meditate back on the way your muscles clenched and pulled every time you molded two metal scraps together or how they positively shined when you carried things across the sand. He’d tried his hardest to set all of these feelings and rather inappropriate thoughts aside but he couldn’t any longer. Not when there was a chance of you leaving him, and perhaps to someone like the Marshal too. 

Perhaps it was unwise to deny his heart’s desires for so long and Mando was sure that he’d met his breaking point because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Normally, he was able to distract himself and force his mind to stray away from conjuring up the filthiest images of you wreathing and crying beneath him as he drove his cock into your heat. But he had no hold over his mind at this moment, not that he was to blame. He went from shutting his own self out to opening the floodgates, and there was no going back. 

He sighed heavily when his thoughts shifted to what you said about him and he took a long sip from the bottle before turning his attention to the setting suns. He didn’t know what he could even say if you ever approached the topic with him. You’d been wanting to leave for a while now and somehow managed to hide it from him. All those nights spent running from Moff Gideon and other bounty hunters and you haven’t complained once, choosing to keep it to yourself. He wasn’t sure if he was hurt because you felt the need to hide something like this from him or because you were awfully understanding of how these complaints could distract him. 

And then there was the whole thing with the ship. He had assumed that the two of you sort of shared it now but it seemed that you never saw it as belonging to you but only to him. And you went out of your way to fix it now when you didn’t have to. Mando didn’t notice his tears until he licked his drying lips and tasted the saltiness across his mouth. He wiped his cheeks and laughed at himself. When had he become like this? First it was the child and now you. 

He wished he could take it all back, to have never met the kid or you. His life was simple and not complicated and now, now he was faced with the prospect of losing you as well. The bounty hunter dismissed the thought as quickly as it came because he knew deep down that it was better to have had the two of you in his life, even for a short while, than to have never known you. It wasn’t ideal but since when was his life ideal?

As the suns set beneath the sky, the Mandalorian looked down and saw that the bottle was still almost full. Not wanting to finish it now, because he might actually need it later when you decide to leave, Mando stood up and slowly made his way back into town. He needed to sleep, not to rest but to put a pause on his rather depressing thoughts if only for a little bit. When he saw the town come into view, he took a deep breath and put his helmet back on. 

The town was quieter than usual and the Mandalorian found himself going straight to the ship instead of joining the others. He’d spent the past few days enjoying his nights in the corner of the busy cantina, watching as you won one Sabacc game after another without breaking a sweat while everyone groaned in annoyance at how well you were kicking their asses. But he couldn’t trust himself tonight, not around you and certainly not around the Marshal. 

Trying not to bring too much attention to himself, Mando walked past the cantina towards the ship, already thinking of how relieved he’d be once he used the refresher. Going up the ramp, he was about to walk to the small, private room near the cockpit to grab a change of clothes when he heard a loud shriek that sounded a lot like his name coming from the opposite end of the ship. Mando quickly turned around and shut his eyes in exasperation when he saw you approaching him far angrier than he’d ever seen you. He set the bottle down and turned his attention towards you, raising an eyebrow to himself when he saw your chest heaving beneath the chest band. He averted his eyes quickly, refusing to think of you sweaty and breathless under other circumstances. Maker, he couldn’t go no like this.

“Where in the kriffing hell have you been? You were supposed to bring the parts from Peli hours ago and I have to find out from some kid that you just left them on the ground and walked away to- hell, I don’t even know what was more important for you than bringing me the scraps so I could fix the ship? Really, Mando, I understand that it’s been a little weird and difficult lately but I barely ask for anything and, ugh, maker.” You held back from voicing more of your thoughts, afraid that you’ve already gone far with asking him where he was. He didn’t really need to tell you what his business was but you’d assumed the two of you have come to an understanding regarding such matters, at the very least to ensure everyone’s safety. 

Mando stood there in silence and took a deep breath before turning around and walking into his room, afraid he’d give himself away if he tried to respond to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration when he quietly walked away from you, anger rising in your chest as he came out and made his way past you to the refresher. Before you could think twice of what you were doing, you were sprinting past him and standing in front of the open door, pushing your fingers into his beskar-clad chest as you hissed at him.

“I’m not sure what happened or why you’re giving me the silent treatment right now but this is not how we deal with our problems okay.” Mando took a few steps back as you continued to shove your finger into him, trying his hardest to not grab your wrist and push you against the nearest wall. “We talk things out and we come up with a way to fix things and compromise if need be.” Mando’s back hit the wall, and he threw his head back to avoid your gaze, unable to hold back the chuckle that rose from beneath the helmet at your words. 

How ironic.

“Did I say something funny?” You narrowed your eyes up at him and wished for once that he’d remove that god damn helmet so you could gauge his reaction.

“You mean we should talk things out like you and Cobb Vanth today? Or would it be different?” Mando’s chest tightened when he noticed the surprised expression on your face, knowing very well this was not what you expected to hear from him. He was a rational man, never once letting his mind give away to such simplistic thoughts but you’d struck a nerve and he could no longer hide his jealousy. Yes, it was jealousy. As much as he hated to admit it, that’s what he was feeling right now, what he’s been feeling all day long. It was childish and unlike him but it wasn’t going to do him any good if he continued to ignore it. 

“I’m dying to know if that’s what you mean. You obviously don’t have an issue telling him about how difficult it’s been working with me and how you can’t keep doing this.” It was your turn to take a few steps back when you saw his shoulders push out and make him taller than he already was. He continued to walk towards you, throwing his clothes to the ground and almost apologizing when you tripped on your feet when he was only a foot away from you.

“How about this, let’s start with what you apparently wish you could tell me but can’t seem to find the right words to do so. What was it you said to him? You deserve more than taking care of a kid and constantly escaping the Empire and other bounty hunters? Or wait, how can I forget...it’s not fair dealing with this mess of a ship and you’re looking for somewhere else to go?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as the Mandalorian repeated back the words you voiced perhaps a little too loudly earlier today, already feeling your eyes fill with unshed tears at harsh his tone. 

“I- I didn’t…you weren’t meant to-” You tripped over your words and almost flinched when he cut you off. 

“What? I wasn’t supposed to hear you say any of those things? A little strange don’t you think, since you seemed to have a lot to say about me to the Marshal.” Mando should have stopped himself from saying the next few words but his heart was torn into a million pieces and it wasn’t fair for him either.

“Well guess what, sweetheart, the Razor Crest blew up. Moff Gideon is taken care of and the Empire isn’t after us anymore. Every bounty hunter knows better than to so much as look at me and...and the kid isn’t around anymore for you to take care of. He’s gone, I lost him. So if you were worried about hurting me, you’re a little too late for that.” The Mandalorian barely held himself back from pulling you into his arms when he saw tears rolling down your cheek, clenching his fists tightly when he noticed the way you hugged yourself and frowned at him.

“Din-” It broke him to hear you use his name, especially now of all times. He hasn’t heard you say it once in the past few months, even when the two of you were alone. It was the twisting of the knife, and he bit his tongue to distract himself from saying something he couldn’t possibly take back.

“Do what you want, I won’t stand in the way. Besides, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help you out with whatever it was you were telling him today. After all, you deserve more right? Deserve someone more than me...someone who’s willing to share a lot more than his name.” Not bothering to wait for a response, Mando stepped away and walked back to his room, not caring about the clothes on the ground or how hurt you must have been feeling from listening to him. 

He softly shut the door behind him and moved to his bed, throwing himself on it and hanging his head low to catch his breath. This was not how he saw the night going, not remotely. He was hoping to ask you about this tomorrow in a less hostile manner and without making it seem like he was blaming you. But something about your words struck a nerve in him and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, not when you were suggesting things you yourself weren’t willing to follow.

Din wasn’t sure how long he sat there in silence but the hissing sound of the door opening brought him back from his haze and he opened his eyes when he heard you walking towards him. You’d never once come into his room, not even when he occasionally gave you permission. You sniffed twice before approaching the bed and standing right in front of him and he was reminded of when the child would cry to try to catch his attention. 

“Din, it was never my intention to hurt you. I was trying to do the opposite..thought I was doing the right thing by thinking about this before I could talk to you but I’m realizing now that I’ve hurt you.” Din noticed the way you were ringing your fingers nervously and held himself back from taking your hands into his to try and put you at ease. 

“I- I only spoke with Cobb because he- because he noticed the way I was looking at you. He noticed how I can never seem to focus on anything or anyone else when you’re around. He- he could tell I was having a hard time coming to terms with how I feel about you...how I’ve felt about you for a while now.” Din’s heart skipped a beat at your confessions, unable to properly register what you were implying because he could never even humor the idea that you’d have feelings for him. He raised his head and finally looked at you, frowning when he saw how red your eyes were from crying. 

“The last thing I want to do is to leave you, please believe me. But I wasn’t sure if you even wanted me around after...after everything with Moff Gideon and the Jedi. As far as I knew, you brought me on to take care of Grogu and fix the Razor Crest. We’ve barely spoken ever since the cruiser and I just thought that I was only around because you couldn’t find the time to tell me that you don’t need me anymore.” Hearing you say that you thought he didn’t need you caught Din off guard and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, instantly taking hold of your hands and pulling you towards him until you were standing in between his legs. You swallowed the lump in your throat and maintained your gaze on his visor, hoping that he could see how truthful you were being with him and maybe respond, if only with just a simple word. 

“When I said I deserved more, I was just- I swear I wasn’t talking about your Creed or wanting to see you. As much as I wish that was possible, I would never...could never ask you for something like that. I was only telling him that I might need some time away to maybe forget how...maker, to perhaps try and set aside my emotions because the last thing you need right now is for me to lay that on you. I don’t want you to think that you owe me anything because you don’t, gods you don’t owe anyone anything, not after what you’ve been through. But I could feel myself becoming more attached to you, especially after everything that happened on the cruiser. I want more with you but I don’t want to push you towards anything you’re not ready for.” Before you could wipe the tears away from your cheeks, Din was raising his glove-covered fingers and softly skimming them over your skin, and he hadn’t realized how harsh and loud his breathing was until he felt you rest your hand on his chest.

“There’s nothing between me and Cobb. And you should know by now that he’s...friendly, with everyone.” You smiled shyly at him before leaning into the hand resting on your cheek, nuzzling further into his palm when he swiped his thumb against your lower lip. There was so much Din wanted to say but he couldn’t find the right words that would convey what he was feeling. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind about your admission and the fact that you have been returning his affection for a while now. 

Din didn’t realize how long he was quiet until you cleared your throat and let go of his hand, stepping away from him and looking around to see if you should just leave. Before you could head to the door, however, Din was standing up and moving towards you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort before he made his next move. Your chest was rising and falling a little quicker than he liked but he quickly realized it was probably because of how you were coming to terms with what you just said to him. 

You watched as he took his gloves off and set them on the small table behind you, suppressing a gasp when you felt his warm, calloused hands wrap around yours before bringing them to his helmet. He could tell you were letting him control all of your movements and found it difficult to accept just how much you were willing to give to him.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I have been thinking about this for a while.” Din smiled when he saw your eyebrows furrow in question at his words. “Taking this off.” He saw the moment you understood what he was saying, not expecting you to pull your hands away from him and taking a few steps back until your back was against the wall.

“That’s...that’s not what I- Din, I wasn’t lying when I said it wouldn’t matter to me if-” He smiled at how defensive you suddenly were and stepped towards you once more, and you found it annoying that he barely kept a foot between you two, his natural scent hitting you like a blaster to the gut. 

“I know.” Din cut you off before taking your hands into his once more, rubbing your knuckles to put you at ease as he continued. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and- it’s not that I’ll walk around without it now, far from it. It’ll only be when we’re alone, when no one is around.” He hoped you could read in between the lines because this would be the closest he’d come to admitting how important you were to him, for now at least.

“Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” 

That definitely snapped you out of your haze and you tilted your head to the side before asking home what he was referring to. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Din raised an eyebrow at your response. Have you already forgotten?

“On the cruiser, when I- before Grogu went with the Jedi.” His hands tightened around your fingers as he said the child’s name and you were momentarily distracted before realizing what he meant. 

“Din I...I never saw you.” 

For a split second, it felt like someone had taken Din and carbon froze him before throwing him on an ice planet. 

“What?” He held his breath, unable to move a muscle until he made sure he heard you correctly. 

“I never saw you. I turned around when you reached for your helmet. I didn’t...it was a moment with you and Grogu. It didn’t feel right to look at you.” You tried to maintain a semblance of control on your voice but it cracked a few times as you admitted to him. As much as you yearned to see him without the mask, you didn’t think it proper without his clear consent. 

Din’s sudden intake of breath made you nervous and you hated how for a moment, you wished you didn’t tell him because there was now a high probability that he wouldn’t take the mask off. 

“Cyar'ika, please.” you shivered at the low tone of his voice, finding it harder to focus on anything but the touch of his skin. Once again, Din slowly brought your hands to the sides of his visor, pushing the palm of your hands on the beskar and softly nodding at you. A sudden sense of relief washed over him when he saw the slight nod of your head. 

Din found it endearing how your whole face scrunched up in focus as the two of you slowly pulled the helmet off of his head, the soft hissing sound as it unlocked making your hands dampen with sweat. As you raised the visor along with him, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as soon as you saw the skin of his chin. Unbeknownst to you, Din was watching your every reaction and felt a little nudge in his chest when he saw how tightly shut your eyes were. When the beskar was off completely, Din took it from your hands and placed it next to him, swallowing the lump in his throat when he turned back and saw you were still refusing to look at him.

He reluctantly took your hands into his and placed them on his chest, hoping that you’d finally open your eyes without him begging you again. 

“I’m sorry I- maker, this is..this is probably more intense for you than it is for me and I’m not making it any better with my nervousness and- okay. Okay.” You took a deep breath before allowing your eyes to flutter open, unable to exhale as soon as you laid your gaze on him. Din was probably unaware of how nervous he looked and it took you a few longer seconds to realize you needed to breathe again. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, the long nights where you imagined what he could look like fading into thin air because nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared you for what you were currency seeing. 

His features were somehow soft but a little rugged, and you found yourself committing every inch of his skin to memory, filling your mind’s eye with every minute facial expression so you could dream of him when you fall asleep. It was oddly not surprising at all that he had a stubble, the scattered dark and slightly graying hairs across his jaw and above his lips making him seem older than he probably was. And you weren’t sure if he knew he was furrowing his eyebrows and then you realized he most likely didn’t because he was so used to wearing his helmet that he never had to learn how to control his facial expressions around anyone. And it was endearing how his nose flared as he continued to breathe heavily under your gaze, and if it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious moment, you would have leaned over and kissed the curved bridge of his nose and the scrunch of his eyebrows to put him at ease. 

Din wasn’t sure what he thought your reaction would be and he felt his chest tighten with every long moment you spent without so much as a comment. 

You were unaware of how long this dreadful moment must have been for the Mandalorian and you continued to study him in hopes of finding answers to questions you’ve wished you could ask him ever since he hired you. There were heavy bags under his eyes and you wished you were more persistent with him when it came to his resting schedule but he always seemed to wave you off whenever you told him he needed to sleep. Though you knew this stress had to do more with Grogu no longer being here and less with how often he slept. You had half expected to find his gaze harsh and far off but when you did finally meet his eyes, you found them filled with unshed tears and a multitude of emotions that you knew would go unexplained until he had the strength to voice them. They were a deep and beautiful shade of brown, ones you knew you’d never be able to turn away from now that you’ve had a proper look at him. And you couldn’t help but notice how their color reminded you of a Nightbloomer just after you picked it from its roots. 

All of that, however, could not compare to when you finally let your eyes descend to his lips. They were a darker shade of pink, and you swore you saw them parting as soon as you looked at them. His lower lip was trembling and you wished more than anything to swipe your thumb against it if only to feel the soft skin melt at your touch. You wished that was as far as your mind had gone but the longer you looked at the curve of his mouth, the more you wished you could lean forward and mold your lips with his. It was even worse because you had a feeling that the stubble of his mustache would cause the softest of burns on your lips. 

Din could no longer take the loud silence enveloping the room and he swallowed nervously when he saw how focused you seemed to be on his lips. He had some idea of what you were probably thinking because he was thinking the exact same thing but he wasn’t sure if he should be the one to make the first move. This reluctance evaporated when he noticed the way your eyes instantly moved to his neck as the cartilage moved and returned to rest when he gulped, and he realized that you may have been having slightly more inappropriate thoughts than he originally thought.

He was about to voice his worries when he saw your hands move from his beskar-clad chest to his face and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down apprehensively at the digits moving closer to his skin. You misunderstood his nervousness for uncomfort and immediately ceased all movements, returning your focus on his eyes to look for any inclination as to what he wanted. 

“Can I- mhmm, may I touch you?” Your whispered question was too loud for the two of you and Din parted his lips to say something but noticed how dry his throat was and realized he couldn’t trust his own voice. Nodding slightly at your request, he waited with bated breath as your fingers rose to his face and found himself shaking with anticipation at the prospect of finally feeling your touch on the most intimate part of him. 

When you were only a few inches away from him, Din felt his heart thumping wildly at his chest and he immediately shut his eyes when he felt the feather-light touch of your fingers on his cheeks. The harsh yet shaky intake of breath almost made you lose control and you had to remind yourself that, besides Grogu, you were the only one to ever touch him so intimately and so softly since he was a child. As much as you wished to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer so you could lay as many kisses on his face as you could, you knew it would be too much for him and that he needed you to go slow with him. He was practically shattering under your attention and you hoped he would allow you to do this as many times as possible in the coming days. 

Din couldn’t put a name to what he was experiencing at the moment but he knew he didn’t want you to stop touching him, ever again. He decided that he’d spend every moment with you alone without his helmet and with yours hands skimming some part of him. The longer you kept your palms on his cheeks, the calmer his heart beat and it wasn’t until a few moments later that he realized his eyes were shut. As they slowly fluttered open, he was met with the most beautiful sight in the world: your own deep irises staring at your own thumb as it softly passed over his quivering lips. 

“You’re...beautiful.” 

It was a simple truth and you wished there was a more sincere word you could use to describe what he was to you, what he meant to you but your mind was overflowing with images of waking up next to him every day and kissing his eyes and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else you could reach. 

Din’s hold tightened around your waist and you watched as he leaned forward until there was barely an inch between the two of you. 

“Mesh'la, I would really like to kiss you.” The request barely passed his lips yet you were already standing up on your tiptoes and pressing your lips to his, finding them as soft and gentle as you imagined them to be. Din was afraid his heart would give out any moment now because nothing could have prepared him for the taste of you, let alone the boldness with which you were claiming him. He sighed into you, unintentionally parting his lips and pushing you harder into the wall when he felt your tongue sneak into his mouth and explore him. Din wasn’t sure what he should be doing but then you were moving your hands to the nape of his neck and tangling your fingers into his hair and he all but lost it. As you gently tugged on his hair, Din found himself mirroring your actions and before he knew it, the kiss was no longer innocent and sweet but hungry and needy. You sucked on his tongue and tilted your head to the side, wanting to commit every small detail to memory so when you shut your eyes at night, you’d kiss him in your dreams. 

Reluctantly, you pulled back for a second to allow the two of you to breathe but Din didn’t like that, chasing your mouth and molding his lips with yours once more to be certain that yes, this was happening, and that no, this was not a dream. You moaned into the kiss, finding his desperate need to claim your mouth again more of a turn on than you cared to admit. And then his hands were slipping inside your overalls and holding you against his chest, the warmth of him stretching down to where you wished you could feel him. 

This sudden intrusive thought and the harsh grasp of your hips snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should be slowing things down for his sake. Against your will, you gently pushed his chest away and tried to think of anything but the way he was heaving above you from the intensity of the kiss. When you looked at him and saw panic and hesitation etched on his face, you returned your hands to his cheeks again and lowered his head until it was resting against your own. 

“There’s nothing I want more than to feel every inch of your skin against mine right now...but- but I don’t want to push you to do something that- maker….that might be too much for you?” You pulled back and waited until he opened his eyes again before continuing. “I feel like you just made a dramatic decision by taking the helmet off in front of me and- and you’re probably feeling a multitude of emotions right now and I don’t want to make you think that I-” 

Din didn’t like what you were saying, frowning down at you as he grabbed the back of your neck and violently pulled you towards him again. You were surprised by the sudden shift of his touch, fisting your hands in his cowl as he devoured your lips once more, not really giving you a chance to say anything else. Biting your lower lip, Din abruptly ended the kiss and pressed his lips across your skin, nipping and licking at your jaw as he pulled your hair down until he had access to your neck. You gasped his name and felt his stubble scratch deliciously at your shoulder. As you moaned against the wall, Din couldn’t back anymore and bit down hard on your shoulder, smiling when he heard your breath hitch at his rough ministrations. 

“Din, oh gods, Din please.” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him exactly and you hoped he’d at the very least continue what he was doing. 

“Cyar'ika, I want to have you. I’ve spent many nights dreaming of your lips, your touch, y-your skin against mine as I-” Din hesitated and it wasn’t until you felt his fingers slipping beneath the chest band that you finally registered his voice. Fuck, how had you not notice it a second ago? You thought the vocoder was what altered it, made it deeper perhaps. But no, it only made it sound more intimidating. You weren’t sure what made you clench your thighs together, the way he spoke to you of his desires, or how strained and gruff his voice was as he whispered his secrets to you. You gulped loudly and hesitantly met his eyes, finding the soft brown irises barely visible, his dilated pupils letting you know what he was thinking. 

Licking your lips, you nodded at him and fell into a fit of giggles when he leaned down and picked you up as if you weighed nothing, quickly moving to his cot and laying you down on your back before moving away. You were about to ask him what he was doing when you saw his hands swiftly move through the beskar armor. For some reason, watching his hands expertly take off the cuirass and move to the beskar of his thighs made your heart skip a beat and you wouldn’t dare move a muscle, afraid to miss the show he was unintentionally putting on for you. So busy marveling at his deft fingers, you didn’t notice Din slowing his movements and looking at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity when he saw how hard you were breathing. 

You broke out of your trance when you saw he stopped moving, embarrassment washing over you when you realized Din had caught you shamelessly staring at him as he came closer to revealing to you more of his skin. You’d expected him to move on, or at least pretend he hadn’t just caught you licking your lips while staring at his fingers but no, it seemed that Din was very much enjoying the effect he had on you because his smile grew when he saw your eyes look past him, pretending to focus on something else behind him and not his hands. 

You never lost his attention though, and he maintained his eyes on you as he removed all of his armor and took his boots off. You tried to be a little more subtle but gave up when he leaned down over you and pushed you into his covers. You wanted to ask him why he was still dressed but bit back the inquiry, afraid he’d misunderstand and move away all together at your question. He captured your gaze and didn’t blink once as he slowly undid the buttons holding the overalls and you realized you would have preferred him to keep the helmet on because that meant you wouldn’t notice how passionate and direct his deep brown irises were. You’d expected him to be intense considering how touch-starved and lonely he was, but you never once thought he’d be this vigorous? Ardent? Maker, there wasn’t a single word that could describe the way he was looking at you right now.

Din kneeled at the foot of the bed, waiting until you finally noticed what he was doing and raising your hips before he pulled on the pants of the garment. He slipped your shoes off and finally removed the article of clothing that made his cheeks blush and pants tighten whenever you wore it. He would eventually tell you that this is how you came to him in his dreams almost every night, all spent and sweaty in that gods-forsaken fabric that gave him the perfect view of what you were wearing beneath. 

His focus shifted from your face down your damp skin and he breathed in deeply at the sight of your undergarment. Din almost choked on his breath when your legs parted for a moment, giving him a glimpse of the growing wet patch at the center of the flimsy material.

The Mandalorian wanted nothing more than to worship your body, kiss every part of you and whisper his devotion against your skin as he pleasured you over and over again. He’d spent countless nights imagining what he’d do to you if you were ever naked and willing in his arms and he was damned if he didn’t make sure you were thoroughly spent once he was done with you. He wanted to hear his name fall from your lips and he wanted to swallow your sighs and your moans as he sank into you all night long. And by the gods, he wanted to mark your neck and your arms and your waist, and nothing made him harder than picturing you doing the same to him, biting and nipping at his skin so he could wake up in the morning and watch the evidence of your lo- your touch on him. It didn’t matter that no one else would see those bruises but him and you. He just wanted you, in any way possible, sinking beneath his skin.

And then he heard his voice calling for you over the comm link just outside the room and something snapped deep in his chest. He looked up from you to the open door of his room and listened to the Marshal’s words. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw several emotions pass through Din’s eyes, the most prominent of which was anger, maybe hurt. Of all the times Cobb would ask you to join him for drinks, this was most definitely the worst of them. It didn’t help either that he was laughing over some inappropriate joke one of his friends was saying about your sabacc skills. It wouldn’t be the first time this happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but then Din was clenching his jaw tightly before looking down at you and you knew he wasn’t too happy. In fact, you had a pretty good idea which emotion won out and you hated how much it affected you, how wet you became as thoughts of the Mandalorian claiming you as his flooded your mind.

Before you could try and reason with him, attempt to tell him that it was just a game and that the Marshal’s friends were probably just teasing him, Din was standing up and stripping of his long-sleeve shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled, bronze skin that had your mouth watering within moments. You noticed the few dozen scars littering his beautiful torso and wished you could kiss each one of them, the old ones and the fairly new ones, until they didn’t sting with pain. But Din had different plans for you and he didn’t give you a chance to question him as he took hold of both of your wrists and slammed them above your head. His hold was painful and it should have scared you how quickly his mood changed but you said nothing, looking into his dilated pupils as his nose flared and he growled at you.

“Keep yours hands there,” Din warns you with a piercing look and you gulp loudly before nodding at him in understanding. He removes his hand and kneels on the bed, eyes narrowing at you before they sought after your most private areas. He wasn’t sure where to begin. He’d given this much thought but now that he was here, he realized it was a more difficult decision than he anticipated. He’d longed to wrap his lips around those hardened peaks always teasing him through the chest band, lick them until you cried for him, perhaps begged him to stop because you were sensitive. But then he continued down the lines of your navel and found your parted legs much more inviting. 

Now that Din knew how you felt, there was no reason for him to feel jealous. But he couldn't stop himself, wanting to be certain that you knew as well as he who you belonged to. He hated himself for having such primitive thoughts about you. You were your own person that much was made clear early on. But he could hope at your words, couldn’t he? He could hope that you were now his, and that he was yours. Maker, he was always yours. He just couldn’t admit it to himself, his heart reluctant at opening up to another. 

Din was lost in thought longer than you liked and you moved your feet towards him, nudging his thigh in hopes of reassuring him that you were right here, in his bed, beneath him and at his mercy. Din’s eyes focused on your again and he looked down at the soft gesture, hands instantly grabbing at your ankles. You jumped at the sudden movement, trying your hardest not to whine at the painful grasp because somewhere deep inside of you, you wanted nothing more than to be marked by him. By his teeth, lips, fingers, any part of him. You didn’t care where you’d bear his touch, you just wanted to see it, touch it in the privacy of the refresher when he wasn’t around. 

Din saw the needy look you were throwing him and he knew that you were willing. Willing to go as far as he wanted, willing to completely submit your body and soul to him, willing to do whatever he wished of you.

Before your eyes could flutter closed, Din was pushing your legs wide open and falling in between them while maintaining his gaze on you. He almost smiled when your stomach shook at how feral he probably looked. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes as his mouth latched onto the wet patch forming on the soft fabric of your undergarment, moaning into your cunt as he savored the taste seeping through. You were surprised by the boldness of the action and wished for him to lick your skin instead. But there was something erotic about the desperation behind his actions, wanting to taste you so much that he didn’t care what he was licking. 

The thought was gone as soon as it appeared because you felt two fingers stretch beneath the waistband right before he ripped it off of your body, shoving the torn fabric in his nose and taking a long whiff of it before humming in approval. Your eyes widened in surprise at the filthiness of his action, hands shaking above you when he threw your panties expertly into his helmet. The thought of knowing that your scent could potentially stick to the inside of his helmet as he walked around twisted your insides and you whined shamelessly at him, wishing he could just take what he wanted. 

“Your sounds belong to me,” Din spoke with a commanding voice as he sank in between your thighs again, his tongue dragging across your folds so deliciously hard until he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Your arousal belongs to me,” his hands went to your thighs and he squeezed, knowing fully well there would be bruises dawning your beautiful, smooth body the following morning. Again, you fought to keep your eyes open, wanting to commit every second to memory but finding it difficult to focus on him and not the pleasure zapping down your back. “And I will be damned if this cunt,” Din let go of one of your thighs, pulling his tongue away from your core right before the palm of his hand landed a slap straight on your clit, “doesn’t belong to me either.” You cried out his name, legs shaking violently at the pain shooting through your clit. Din didn’t give you a moment to relax back down on the covers, spanking the outer folds of your pussy twice more consecutively before he replaced the harsh touch with his cooling tongue. Tears trailed down your cheeks as he fucked you with his tongue and lapped at you like you were the only source of water on this gods-forsaken planet. He rotated between soft, quick licks to long, harsh ones, occasionally sucking on your clit and grazing his teeth on the bundle of nerves until he was sure you were going crazy. 

“D-Din oh maker, please. Stop I- slow down.” His touches were far from gentle and the pleasure blurred into pain as you tried to reach that delicious peak you’ve longed for ever since you harbored feelings for the man above you. But he was making it difficult, his needy and erratic movements making it near impossible for you to dive into the lake of pleasure. You should have known that the Mandalorian was as intense in bed as he was in every other aspect of his life. You shut your thighs around his head, wanting to push him away as his teeth continued to graze against your wet folds and nip at the pulsating nub. 

“M-Mando...I can’t.” You couldn’t take it anymore, hands moving to his hair and fisting in the beautiful brown locks as you tried to push him away. As soon as Din felt the tight grasp on his hair, he snarled at you, pushing up on his knees and bending your body along with him until the only thing resting on the bed was your neck and your shoulders. You cried out for him, begging him to give you release but it only drove him mad with lust. His eyes locked on yours, daring you to look away from him as his fingers dug into your butt cheeks and pushed your cunt into his mouth. 

Din pulled away for a split second, biting your inner thighs to grab your attention.

“You will take what I give you ner Cyar’ika.” You saw a hint of darkness in his soulful brown eyes, and shivered at the mere implications of what he had in mind for you. Din sucked and licked at your folds like a crazed man, feeling your legs shaking on his shoulders. He pulled away for a second, and you had no time to beg him to be gentle as he slapped your heated core three times again, hissing when you shut your eyes and bucked against him, your juices drenching his face and chest, leaking down your back as he smiled before taking your cunt into his mouth one last time to prolong your pleasure. You were too busy trying to remain sane to realize what had just happened and Din slowly lowered you back onto the wet covers before letting go of you. You were panting beneath him, stomach fluttering from the force of your release and chest heaving as you tried to fill your lungs with air. 

When you opened your eyes and looked at Din, your eyes widened in horror when you saw his glistening skin, finally realizing what he'd just done to you. You flushed under the scrutiny of Din’s gaze, gasping as he wiped his mouth and jaw with the back of his hand as he looked down and chuckled at the wet spot beneath his knees. You quickly shut your legs and tried to crawl away from him but Din was faster, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back to him, the show of strength already making your cunt clench around nothing again.

“You do not run from me Ad’ika...nor hide from me ever again. I own your body, your skin, the cum still leaking out of this sweet cunt.” His words were filthy and you didn’t know how to react to this new possessiveness he was showing. He pushed open your thighs and fell in between him, bringing his chest flush against yours and kissing the breath out of you, not bothering to be gentle as his fingers twisted and pinched at your nipples. You clawed at his back, wanting more of him but not knowing if you would be able to take any more of what he was offering. 

He pulled away suddenly, his jaw clenching tightly as he took one look at the hands wrapped around his back. 

“Did I not tell you to not move your hands sweet girl?” He whispered against your lips, breathing in the air leaving your lungs as he pecked the corner of your mouth before flipping you over on your stomach. 

“I- I’m sorry...it was just t-too much and-” You couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence, screaming against the covers as you felt Din’s palm land on your ass. You looked back and saw him eyeing your reddening skin, looking up at you and smiling as he treated the other side with the same kindness. Four more times his hands smacked your ass and you were ashamed at how aroused his violent actions made you. When he snuck his fingers in between your thighs and swiped haphazardly at your folds, you moaned and bit into your wrist. 

“Filthy sweet girl,” Din whispered more to himself than you before he fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you flush to his chest, the slide of your dampened back against his sweaty chest bringing him more pleasure than he would have liked to admit because not a few hours ago, he was picturing your sweaty, glistening skin beneath him. And now that he had you here, he was going to make the best of it. 

“Mando, oh Mando-” As much as he loved hearing you scream his nickname in the throws of passion, he wished more to hear his given name fall from your lips. 

“My name...scream my name sweet girl. Let the stars know who pleasures you Cyare.” Din kissed your shoulder before biting into the sweaty flesh, the hand in your hair letting go right before wrapping softly around your throat and pressing you harder against him. Your hands twisted back to try and grab his hair but he immediately took your wrist and twisted it until it was behind you, between your back and his chest. 

“Ahh Din…” You wanted to beg him to allow you to touch him, tell him that you were yearning to touch him as much as he was in need of touching you. But you had a feeling that this wasn’t true, and that this was his way of being certain that you weren’t going to leave him. That you were his. 

If only he knew that you have already belonged to him. Long before tonight.

You felt each breath leave your lungs as Din tightened his grasp around your throat and you parted your lips to moan his name, only to feel his tongue shamelessly licking into your mouth. So distracted by the desperation in this kiss, you didn’t notice the fingers trailing down your chest and digging into your skin until the palm of his hand softly cupped one breast. Din teased you with feather light touches, flicking at one nipple before moving to the other and circling around it until it hardened. He continued to swallow your noises, sucking on your tongue to quiet you as he pinched your nipples. You twisted in his arms, wanting to reach for him again but knowing that he would probably pull your hand away. 

When Din pulled away to allow you to breathe, you panted and finally opened your eyes, not daring to look away as he kept you motionless with his gaze. Din watched as you tried to form a coherent thought, waiting until you parted your lips to speak to him before reaching down and cupping your quivering cunt as he broke the silence.

“This belongs to me,” your breath hitched when Din pressed the palm of his hand against you, not quite applying pressure on your clit but just enough to hold your focus. “Only I get to touch you, kiss you, watch you as you come undone in my arms.” You nodded briefly at him, continuing to hold eye contact as he began to increase his actions. “No one else will ever have you Cyar'ika. No one but me.” He slipped two fingers past your wet folds and rubbed against your walls, humming in approval when he felt you flutter around him the harder he shoved his fingers inside you. 

“I’m yours Din, y-yours. Whatever you want, oh gods please more...need more, Din you make me f-feel so good.” Din keened at your words, curling his hand until his palm was passing deliciously over your clit as his fingers picked up the pace. 

“That’s right sweet girl, you’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to take whenever I want...mine to-” Din hesitated for a second, unable to voice his heart to you even though you’ve bared your soul for him. “Pal'vut at kar'taylir darasuum...kriffing gods you’re wet, so wet for me. Come on, cum for me again ner Cyare. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how needy this little cunt is, fuck- I...can��t want to have you wrapped around my cock little one. Can’t wait to sink in this pussy, my sweet tight cunt, mark you with my seed, over and over again...fuck a load in you all night long till you can’t feel anything but my cum dripping down your thighs. Shit, I need you to cum, now!” Your mind became foggy with pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the words whispered into your ears as his thick fingers fucked into you. You grabbed the wrist of the hand wrapped around your throat, digging your nails into his skin as you came around his fingers. You almost fell forwards but Din held you flush against him, continuing to drive his digits into you and rub at your clit with this thumb until you were sobbing in his arms. 

“Beautiful,” Din kissed your shoulder as he slowly inched his hands away from you before laying you down slowly. His eyes took in the flushed, wet skin of your back, chuckling with pride when he saw your legs shaking as little sobs escaped your lips. Your breaths came in shallow and quick, and you tried to silence your whines by biting into your wrists but then you felt Din slide his hand back and forth on your back as he laid next to you and you shivered under his touch because from the way he was moving closer to you and touching you, there was no way he was done just yet. 

“You’re all I think about, every waking moment. It’s difficult to focus on anything else when you’re always in my mind Cyar'ika. I- I burn for you, for your lips to caress mine every moment, your eyes to never leave mine as I brand you, your skin against my own as you mark me with your touch. I- maker, I cannot think of a life without you here, with me…” Din thought he would have to force himself to say such things but he found it remarkably easy now that he had you here, responding so openly and shamelessly to him.

“Din,” you turned your head and shifted towards him, kissing the hand resting between the two of you before leaning your forehead against his and shutting your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, for as long as you’ll have me.” Din ceased all movement at your words and he looked away from where he was stroking your back, meeting your eyes and furrowing his eyebrows before you felt him grab your arm and pull you on top of him. You surprised gasp died in your throat when you felt Din wrap his arms around your back and bring you against him until you could feel his chest hairs tickling your nipples. You could feel his cock jutting against your core through his pants and as you rested your hands on his chest and looked to him, you saw the frown ease from his expression, replaced with something akin to reverence. 

“I will have you until my dying breath Mesh’la. Let me show you how much I want you.” The force of his declaration hit you instantly and you pressed your lips against his just as you felt him rid himself of his pants. Din’s hands were roaming your back and you felt bolder with every caress, combing your fingers into his hair and pulling on it as he squeezed your ass and bucked into you. The growl emanating from his chest shot straight to your core and you raised yourself from him for a moment.

“Din, I want you. Crave to feel you inside me. Please, do it fast and don’t- don’t be gentle. Show me, show me how much you lo- want me.” Din’s heart skipped a beat at your words and he wasted no time, taking hold of his cock and teasing your clit with his leaking tip before slowly inching inside you. You shut your eyes and dug your nails into the back of his neck as he continued to sheath his dick deeper in your cunt. You could feel every ridge and pulsating vein dragging against your inner walls, finally allowing your lungs to breathe as you felt him nudge and twitch against that soft, spongy spot in your core. 

Neither of you moved for a few moments, with Din trying to wrap his mind around finally becoming one with you and feeling you clench so sweetly around him. He was torn between fucking up into you without mercy and taking it nice and slow until he pushed you over the edge again. But then you were gyrating your hips and sighing his name on his cheek and he knew what he wanted. 

Planting his feet on the damp covers, Din held you flush against him with one arm while resting his other hand on your thigh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he snapped his hips up before sinking into you again. You let out a surprised sob and rested your forehead against his shoulder, whispering more pleas against his skin and begging him to move. 

The usually quiet man breathed the sweetest wishes in your ears, thrusting up into you with immense force that made you clench tighter around him. “Ni copad gar an te ca'nara Ad’ika, ni vercopa be gar anay ca. You have made a home for yourself inside my heart.” Din felt your shaky breath blow on his neck and it drove him mad with lust because he wanted to have you reacting to his touch so wantonly every minute of every day. His grip only tightened around you and he prayed you wouldn’t mind the bruises that would surely color your skin in the next few hours. He wasn’t planning on being gentle tonight, perhaps later, but not tonight, and he was going to ensure his touch would be visible for anyone that would speak with you tomorrow. Thoughts of the Marshal passed through his mind’s eye and he growled, pumping his cock into you harshly for some reassurance. You cried out his name over and over again, feeling your skin heat up at the declarations of love he was peppering on your skin because even though his words were gentle, his touches were far from it.

The squelching sounds of your cunt flooding Din’s thighs as he drove himself into you should have embarrassed you but you could tell he enjoyed knowing how wet you were for him from the way he continued to quicken the pace just to hear your juices flowing over him. His grip on you was becoming more painful the more you moved against each other but you couldn’t find it in yourself to let him know. He was letting go, showing you how much he wanted you, how hard he was for you, and you weren’t about to make him feel conscious over his affection.

“Maker...oh Din, Din I- you feel so good inside me. Filling me up like no one else. Could feel you so deep, gods, could feel you everywhere Din please- don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, I need it. Need you, want you- want you to mark me, d-do whatever you want with me.” You had no hold over your own speech and weren’t sure if you were making any sense but Din moaned each time you praised him.

“Good girl, sweet girl...taking my cock so well, kriffing hell. Your- your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of me..could feel every tight inch of you stroking my cock Cyar’ika. Ah pfassk...you’re- you’re perfection.” Din moved the hand around your back up to your neck, pulling on your hair and pressing his lips with yours as his cock throbbed inside you. You whined as his tongue roughly swirled around your own, barely able to breathe as he continued to snap his hips against you and suddenly feeling a rush of relief as his navel rubbed at your clit until you came around him. Din broke the kiss, screaming expletives in his tongue as the force of your orgasm pushed his cock out of you. You shuddered as you gushed on his dick, wrapping your arms around his neck when he forced his cock into your tight cunt again. 

You were so overcome with emotions, so lost in Din’s scent mixing with your own, and his touch leaving bruises on your skin, that you didn’t notice the faint sounds of footsteps coming up the ramp and halting in the middle of the ship right in front of the door. But Din noticed, managing to look up just in time to see Cobb standing in the middle of the ship and staring with wide eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

Something completely otherworldly took over the Mandalorian and he quickly sat up, expertly moving the two of you around until he was kneeling on the covers with you straddling his thighs. He smiled against your shoulder, allowing your hair to hide his face as he grabbed both of your hips and fucked up into you. 

He could vaguely see the Marshal and was surprised that he hadn't dropped the bottle of drink in his hand just yet. You wailed into the night air, arms keeping you stead in Din’s arms as he forced you on his pulsating dick over and over again. 

“Tell me...tell me Cyare, tell me how much you love it when I fuck you. How much you need my cock like the filthy little cockslut you are. Go on sweet girl, grind that little clit on me. Fucking tell me ner Ad’ika.” Din smacked your ass twice, chuckling when your moans grew more lewd with every touch he laid on you.

“I- I- ahhh love your cock...oh maker, no one fucks me like you. N-no one makes me c-cum like you. Fuck me harder D- ahhh,” Din bit down on your shoulder to prevent you from saying his name, looking through the mess of your hair and watching as his audience remained incapable of moving. 

“I own this pretty little pussy. Pffassk- ride me harder Mesh’la. You’re such a good girl, could feel your cunt drenching my thighs, the smell of you is driving me mad. Fuck- keep that pretty mouth open to me when I’m fucking you, let me hear you scream for me.”

“Please- please...fuck me harder, ruin my pussy. Gods- I..I’m so close please. Tell me you own me, tell me I’m you’re sweet girl. Please- I want to be good for you, want you to cum inside me Din...cum inside me. I need it, need you to fuck me like you own me and mark me, make me yours Mando. Cum in me, please-” 

“Ah fuck you’re my sweet little girl aren’t you? Wanting me to fuck a load in you, cum in you all night long and keep my seed in that tight cunt? That’s it sweetheart, I’m so fucking hard for you. Could feel you clenching around me...be a good girl and cum again ner kar'ta. Fuck, yes yes you feel so good wrapped around my cock Cyare you’re going to make me cum. Spill my seed in that tight, wet pussy, fill you up till you can taste it in your throat. Shit, and- and I’m going to keep fucking you sweet girl, till my cum is sliding down your thighs. My little fucktoy- come on, come on love, cum for me. Cum on me, drench me again. Mix your juices with me.” Din watched as Cobb finally had the mind to leave and he almost laughed at how the man almost tripped on his own foot as he sprinted out of the ship. He pushed you on your back and spread your thighs open, resting his weight on the arms around your head as he thrust in a few more times before he felt you clench around him. Leaning down, Din took a pert nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, growling into your skin as he came deep in your pussy, painting your walls with long strings of his seed until he couldn’t breathe. He’d never cum this hard before and was sure to tell you when you had the state of mind to pay him any semblance of attention.

Din continued to lazily push into you, your words from earlier replaying in his mind as he felt you quiver around his softening cock. You were still coming down from your high and twitched occasionally when you felt him throb inside you. There was a pleasant kind of warmth washing over you and you sighed happily when you realized he was still bucking against you to push his cum in your belly. 

“D-din...you’re filling me up so good. Feel so full ah- gah.” He laughed when your body shook, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you around until you were laying on his chest. You kissed his jaw and his neck, moaning in unison when you felt his dick rub against that sweet spot inside you. 

“That’s because I’ve never cum this hard sweet girl. You’ve milked me dry Cyare. Could feel you sucking my seed out of me.” He was amazed at your obvious embarrassment, wanting to tease you about it but choosing to wait for later instead.

Din rubbed at your back, kissing your forehead as he whispered sweet things in your ears and smiling when you nipped at his neck some more. 

“Promise me you’ll never leave.” Din’s quiet voice broke the silence and you pushed up to look into his eyes as you responded. “I’m not going anywhere, even if you tell me to go. I’ll stay here, always. I promise.” You kissed him gently and felt his pulse beneath your fingers calm at your words. 

Not much time has passed before Din had you on your knees in front of him, fucking your mouth and shoving you down on his cock until you gagged and his seed slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with your spit as it fell down your breasts. You lost count of how many times he brought you pleasure, and you made a mental note to ask him how he managed to fuck you all night long. You weren’t sure it was possible for a man to cum this many times over the course of one night but you had a feeling Din was not like anyone else. A man who has been touch starved for almost three decades must have had a lot of pent-up aggression that he needed to release. And you would gladly help him in any shape or form through that. 

And when he wasn’t pumping your cunt full of his cum, he was nuzzling into your neck and laying kisses across your arms, making sure he caressed every inch of your skin. You shouldn’t have been surprised that Din loved to snuggle with you but you did find it hilarious that such a big and scary Mandalorian whimpered when you licked down his neck as you nestled into his arms. You wouldn’t tell him just yet but besides his rough grasps and his filthy words, you loved to taste the saltiness of his skin and from the looks of it, the feelings were mutual because at some point in the night, he’d told you of all the times he had to lock himself up in the refresher and try his hardest to not think of your sweaty limbs entangling with his own as he kissed you.

By the time the two of you made it outside the following day, the twin suns had already been in the middle of the sky, scorching rays of heat on everyone across Mos Pelgo. You tried your hardest not to walk too funny, mostly because it made Din apologize every now and then, but it was difficult when you could still feel traces of his touch on you. You told him you needed him to stop making it obvious but realized he was apologizing out of regret not out of humor. It took you all of the afternoon to convince him that you were feeling more than okay and that you’d asked him for this. And when he didn’t seem to stop, you teased him and told him that you knew he secretly loved watching you wobble from side to side. 

This all, however, peaked when you walked into the cantina and tried to play Sabbac with Cobb Vanth and the others. You could tell that the Marshal was avoiding all conversation with you, going out of his way to pretend you weren’t even sitting on the table, let alone the room. You hoped that Mando hadn’t spoken with him or anything and decided to call it quits earlier in the night. When you did make it back to the ship and saw Din cleaning his weapons, you made sure the ship was secure before moving to sit on the bed across from him.

“Did you talk to Cobb today?” You gauged his reaction, already sensing that something was wrong when you saw him nervously clench his jaw before rubbing furiously at the beskar weapon.

“No, why do you ask?” Din wished he hadn’t already taken off his helmet because as soon as he responded, you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.

“Din?”

He looked up at you and cleared his throat before speaking.

“He- he saw us...last night. I- I must have forgotten to raise the ramp and-” Din took a deep breath when you shot up from the cot and began to pace back and forth. 

“HE WHAT?”

“We were...I couldn’t- there wasn’t a chance I could…you felt too good around me Ad’ika I- I couldn’t stop. Not when you were clenching around me so tightly. Now when you were finally in my arms. I-” He stood up and walked towards you, taking your hands into his and kissing both of your wrists. You flushed at his words and looked up at him, only to find him blushing under your gaze. 

“You did it on purpose didn't you? You wanted him to see...to watch as you- as we...as I said-” Din didn’t let you finish the sentence, leaning down and molding his lips with yours as he walked you back to his bed. He pushed you down on the covers still holding your scents, his hold hardening the more you moaned against him. Before he could strip you of your clothes, you pushed him off and stuck out your finger in warning.

“Oh no you don’t. Go raise the ramp.”

“You’re giving me orders now Mesh’la?” Din raised an eyebrow at you as he got off of you and walked around the bed, halting at the doorstep to look back at you.

“Never…”

Translations:

Ad'ika - Little one

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Ner - my/mine

Pal'vut at kar'taylir darasuum - mine to love

Ni copad gar an te ca'nara - I want you all the time.

Ni vercopa be gar anay ca - I dream of you every night. 

Ner kar'ta - my heart

[cvtqr]

brought to freedom

pairings: eren jaeger x reader

content warning: hate-fucking, spit, choking, mirrors, fingering, orgasm-denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, degradation, rough, slight violence at the end?

the dim glisten of moonlight was the only source of brightness shed in that airship. the only person running through your mind was eren, and not in a good way. both you and he knew who caused that death on the ship, he just didn't want to admit it.

you cried, begged. you didn't even know what it is you wanted. revenge? for the perfect words to roll off his tongue? crying was pointless, it wouldn't change anything. it wouldn't change eren.

two days later, the look on his face remained the same... not moving a muscle. sure he looked different than the other night, but he was still the same. not the same as before he left, though. you thought you knew him before his trip to marley, you really thought you did. but that eren was gone, he wasn't coming back. not now, not ever. you had to learn to deal with the new eren. or you couldn't... you lived without him for all that time, you could do it again. even if you were to run back to him, you wouldn't be getting your eren back.

but eren jaeger was like a drug.

of course you could compare his face from the two different nights, you were standing right in front of him after all. you weren't supposed to be down here looking through his cell, they didn't trust you. being eren’s lover meant you would probably do anything to help him escape. they were really blind if they couldn't piece together the fact you wanted nothing to do with him after that night on the ship.

so why were you here, sneaking around for him? its almost like he called you through your head to come down here. you were always slick to begin with.

but it seemed like the man in front of you completed the mutual feeling. you didn't understand why though. you did nothing wrong, he has no right to be mad at you. no, he doesn't deserve to be mad. you wished you could kick the life out of him, but somehow it felt like he was the one stabbing a dagger into your chest.

“why are you down here, y/n”

you didn't know if you should react or stay quiet. “why not, i have nothing else to do... considering my best friend is now a rotting body underground.”

you expected him to release the same reaction as the other night, just a chuckle. but no. his expression didn't change once. a straight look, staring a hole right through you. he took a step forward, hands now wrapping around the metal bars of his cell. “i asked you why you're here, you must want something from me.”

“what happened to the eren i knew before you left. why are you acting like-, like this.” you felt the blood rush up through your body, hands clenching into tight fists.

“c’mere, wanna get a better look of your face.”

“what-”

“don't make me say it again.” you wanted to stay back, leaned up against the hard brick wall. but you were always so drawn to his words, it was like a spell just sucking you in. walking up towards the rusted bars, you stopped right in front of his face. his body towered over yours, looking down among you.

"i never loved you, so let our past go.”

“ere-” your protest was cut off by erens strong, rough hands grabbing you. one on your jaw, the other on your wrist. he pulled you up right against the cold bars, your face now roughy forced inches away from his.

“all you do is follow me around like a lost puppy, you were always so dependent on me.” forcing your mouth open with his thumb, he gathered a glob of saliva in his mouth, before spitting it down your throat.

this was the first time you've tasted any of him in months. it felt so nice, warm. you wanted to swallow it, so badly. but you were strong, especially after what he's pulling. not letting the saliva in your mouth for another second, you spit it out all over eren’s pants. again, you expected a reaction out of him... but no. nothing.

he let you out of his grip, sending you stumbling backwards. you turned your back to eren, as you coughed up any spit that traveled down your throat. returning your graze with eren’s, your eyes were no longer separated by metal bars. the door was swung wide open, key dangling from eren’s finger.

you froze in your tracks, too scared to do anything. you wanted to scream out for help, but nothing formed when your lips slightly parted. not giving you another second to think, eren pounced onto you, pushing your body back into the brick wall. he brought one hand to roughly cover your mouth, the other to squeeze your throat just enough to make you light headed.

“scream, and ill snap this little throat of yours.”

feeling your heart beat faster than you thought was possible, you knew this was it. he was going to end you off now, or you'd die from being in his way.

but eren had a different plan for you.

he couldn't help but get excited, looking at you. your eyes were so glassy, tears falling down as you fearfully looked up into his eyes. something to do with the sense of power he had over you, just riled him up even more.

loosening the grip around your neck, he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. letting your breath loosen up, you didn't break the eye contact being held with his empty eyes.

right when he shoved his knee between your legs, you knew what was about to happen. no words spoken, no words needed. he crashed his lips down onto yours, forcefully shoving his tongue down your throat. peeling the both of you off the wall, he pushed your bodies back into the cell.

the sex you had with eren before he left was sweet, special. he took care of you... not himself. he wanted to prove how much he loved you. but you could tell by the way his body moved, that wasn't the case this time. he didn't even feel the need to bring you into his bed, he brought you over to the small sink in his room. bending you over the wet metal, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.

you dropped your head down, avoiding the mirror, as he looked right at himself through it. taking a deep breath, he pulled down the night-pants you were wearing, along with the panties you had on. he brought one of his digits to glide along your slick folds, teasing the entrance with his fingertip. slowly, he slid it inside of you, your juices helping it easily move in and out. you gripped onto the sides of the sink, as he added another finger. moving them in and out at a fast pace, he occasionally curled them up inside you. the feeling you could never reach by yourself, you haven't felt this good in so long. he took his free hand to sneak it down in front of you, slowly rubbing circles around your clit.

the pleasure was overwhelming. while he was gone, there wasn't much you could do on your own. of course, while thinking of him on lonely nights, you hands found their way in between your legs, but nothing could compare to the way eren made you feel.

“gonna cum-”

before you could even form the full sentence, the pleasure was ripped right away from you. his fingers pulled out of you and were brought to his own pants. he unzipped them and pulled down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free and slap up against his abs.

taking the pre-cum seeping from his tip, he lathered it up and down his cock, dragging against each vein that ran through the shaft. he took your left arm and bend it behind you, pinning it against your back. with his other hand, he forcefully gripped your jaw, brining your graze up to the mirror. looking down at you through the reflection, he slowly slid himself into your cunt. eren was thick, with girth. no matter how many times you fucked, you still needed time to adjust. but this time it wasn't about you. he wanted to ram himself in and out of you imminently, and that's what he was going to do.

pulling himself almost all the way back out, he roughly jammed himself right back in. giving you no mercy, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, all while looking at your pleasureful pained-looked face.

each thrust had you clenching down harder and harder, squeezing and sucking him back in.

eren’s hand slightly shifted upwards from your jaw, pushing open your lips with a swift motion. taking two fingers, he shoved them into your mouth, sliding down your tongue.

“you're such a dirty slut, fucking disgusting.”

he was right. you were disgusting. looking up into the mirror, your eyes were teary, fingers knuckles deep down your throat, hair a mess. and the worst part? it was all caused by eren jaeger.

the motion of his hips slamming into yours got sloppy and faster as he let out a deep groan, straight into your ear. he latched his lips onto your neck, sucking as deep as he could. you tried letting out a moan, but just choked on the fingers still set in your mouth.

to no surprise, eren didn't last longer than a virgin. i mean you couldn't blame him though, how long has it really been? hips coming to a halt, he released his cum straight up into you. the thought of pulling out didn't even cross him mind, it just felt so good.

he let himself sit inside you for a few seconds before pulling out. he watched as his cum poured out of your swollen hole, dripping down onto the floor. of course he didn't care enough to make you cum, he needed his fill of pussy, that was all.

letting yourself fall forward onto the counter, your vision went black as you felt a strong impact on your head.

eren knew you'd thank him later, he was brining you with him to freedom after all.

[slasherhaven]

How would Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, and a male yautja would react if their very very (like ready to pop any day) pregnant S/O was hurt by an escapee victim? Level of how hurt the S/O gets is up to you!

Thomas,  Bo, and a Yautja When Their Heavily Pregnant S/O get’s hurt (no serious injuries):

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has never felt joy like the joy he felt when you told him you were pregnant.

He always wanted a family and he loved you more than anything. This was all he could ever want.

Both he and Luda May are pretty protective over you. Neither of them letting you lift a finger, no matter how much you insisted you were fine.

Thomas can’t do enough for you during this time.

And now that you could give birth any day now, both of them are always hovering around you.

Thomas was a very anxious when the family brought back the next group of victims.

You could go into labour any second and now he has to deal with these victims.

The timing couldn’t have been worse.

But he was doing his job. 

The only issue was that one of the victims, that Hoyt was supposed to be taking care of, had escaped.

Thomas was down on the basement when he heard you shout for him.

Expecting the worst, he quickly stopped what he was doing and headed up stairs to find you.

He had never felt so much anger and fear at the same time when he saw you and the escaped victim in the kitchen.

The man had a knife in his hand and when he heard Thomas enter the room, he had pulled you in front of him and held that knife against your neck, making your eyes widen.

Thomas’ whole body tensed at the sight, his fists clenching by his sides.

In that moment he feared losing both you and his unborn child. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself, he could never forgive himself is something happened to either of you.

What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t move, that would be risking your life.

Thomas was beyond relieved to see Luda May creep into the room, Hoyt’s shotgun in hand.

The victim froze when he felt the gun press against his back.

Following Luda May’s orders, the man dropped the knife and stepped away from you.

Thomas held his hand out and you hurried (as much as you could) to his side and away from the escaped victim.

Thomas pulled you behind him, glaring down the smaller man.

Thomas looked over you before moving to grab the victim, leaving you with Luda May while he dragged the man down to the basement to deal with him.

Luda May would sit you down, getting you something to drink, fussing over you no matter how much you assured her you were fine.

Thomas wouldn’t give the victim another chance to escape and he was going to kill Hoyt for letting him escape in the first place.

It wasn’t long before Thomas was coming back up from the basement and into the kitchen, all the victims having been dealt with by now.

Luda May got out of the way and left the room to give you both some space as Thomas hurried over to you.

He knelt down in front of you, eyes wide with worry as he frantically looked over you for any sign of injury.

“Thomas, I’m fine, I promise. He didn’t hurt me” you tried to assure him but you knew that he would calm down until he had convinced himself you were okay.

His large hands settled on your round stomach, resting his forehead against it gently.

He really thought he was going to lose you both for a moment. He could never let something like this happen again!

“Thomas...the baby is fine, I feel fine” you promised him quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You have to take his face in your hands and make him look up at you, again promising that everything is okay.

Thomas would be keeping an extra close eye on you, not letting you out of his sight.

And you’re staying in bed! This has been a very stressful day, it’s not good for the baby.

He’s just so concerned about you so you don’t fight him, letting him take you upstairs for you to rest.

He’d calm down eventually and you knew that. He just needed to see that you really were fine and maybe have Luda May reassure him a little as well.

You were sure that he was furious with Hoyt for letting the victim escape in the first place.

Thomas also wouldn’t leave your side for the rest of the day.

He nearly lost you. You nearly got hurt. And he couldn’t protect you...he wouldn’t let that happen again. He just couldn’t.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had never thought about having kids in the past, he already decided that he wouldn’t be a very good father and that he wasn’t interested in having kids.

And when you told him that you were pregnant, he wasn’t sure how to feel.

But as time went on, Bo started to realise that he wanted this and he was looking forward to finally meeting his child.

As the pregnancy progressed, the more protective he became.

Whenever a new group of victims came into town, you were not allowed anywhere near them. He wasn’t taking that risk.

In fact, a group rolled into town during the early stages of your pregnancy and Bo had actually sent you to stay at Lester’s until it was dealt with. Just to keep you as far away from the danger as possible.

But now that you were expected to give birth any day now, Bo didn’t want you too far away. He wanted you to be at home, where he could check on you and be there for you.

Apparently his precautions hadn’t been enough.

One of the victims had escaped him and got into the house.

Of course Bo hurried after the victim, chasing him up to the house, not wanting him to run into you.

Bo was already cursing himself and blaming himself for anything that might happen to you. He had kept you here, he had let the man escape. You were in danger because of him and he couldn’t forgive himself for that.

He was trying to be better for you and his child, but this was just proof that it wasn’t so easy. He had let you both down.

Rushing through the open front door, Bo finally found the escaped victim in the living room. However, you were there with him. Eyes wide and panicked as the victim grabbed your arm and held a knife against you.

“Let her go” Bo demanded, shotgun in hand. Though, it was pointless if you didn’t get out of the way.

It was just a standoff for a while. Bo unable to shoot him and couldn’t move closer in fear of him hurting you. He tried to convince the victim to release you but they only agreed to do so if he let them leave. But of course they didn’t trust him to uphold his end of the deal, and Bo wasn’t about to let them take you anywhere. 

Thankfully, all the noise you were making got the attention of Vincent when he returned to the house. 

Bo didn’t react when he saw his twin enter the room behind you and the victim, just waiting for Vincent to deal with them. 

And of course Vincent did hit the victim over their head, their unconscious body falling to the floor. You were family, both Vincent and Lester were protective over you as well.

Bo instantly put down the gun down and made a move towards you. You quickly stepped away from the victim’s body and towards Bo, letting him pull you towards him.

“You got this?” Bo asked, looking at Vincent, who nodded. “C’mon” Bo wrapped an arm around you and guided you out of the room.

Bo took you upstairs and into the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed. You needed to rest.

“Are you alright?” he asked, scanning over you for any sign of injury. 

“Y-yeah, he didn’t hurt me” you assured him. “...do you have to go and deal with them?” you asked a little quietly. 

You were telling the truth, you weren’t hurt, but you didn’t want him to leave you right now. 

“No. Vincent’s got it handled” Bo shook his head, “I’m not going to let anything like this happen to you again, alright?”

“I know” you smiled slightly, bringing your hand up to his cheek. 

You knew he was blaming himself and while it...kinda was his fault, you weren’t hurt.

Bo was going to make sure that you were safe from now on. He’d figure out a way to keep you and his child safe, while continuing to run the town. This wasn’t going to happen again, he would make sure of it.

Yautja (Predator)

As soon as you found out that you were pregnant, he became more protective than ever and he was already very protective over you.

If he had it his way, you would be pretty much bed bound.

He just wants you to be safe and healthy, he doesn’t want you to take any risks.

It wasn’t a victim that hurt you, since your mate would never be foolish enough to take you on a hunt with him when you were pregnant.

It was actually a young male Yautja. 

It had been an accident but that didn’t change anything.

The young male was unblooded but overconfident, the type that thought a lot of himself but didn’t earn that right.

He hadn’t been watching where he was going and pushed you right over.

You and your mate had actually been on your way to the medbay to have a check up, since you were so close to giving birth, when it happened. 

That meant that your mate was right by your side. 

The young Yautja walked right into you, knocking you backwards.

Your mate reacted as fast as he could but he hadn’t been on guard, thinking the walk from your room to the doctor would be safe. He softened your landing but couldn’t stop you from falling completely.

Your mate was torn between the need to check on you and the instinct to kill the one who had hurt you.

He couldn’t let the younger male get away with it and, before he even knew it, he was attacking him.

It was you calling for him to stop and telling him to take you to the doctor that snapped him out of his rage.

You were more important.

He knew that.

He pushed the younger male away before turning back to you.

He helped you back to your feet and got you to the medbay.

Insisted on them running every possible check on you since you had been knocked over.

Logically he knew you would be fine. The fall could have been worse and even if it was, their medical advancements would have been able to deal with it.

But that didn’t stop him from worrying and fretting over you. You were still so squishy to him, being a human and all. And he worried about just how fragile you were.

The other Yautja in the medbay were worried as well, knowing that any fall during this stage of your pregnancy could be bad.

So, you definitely have nothing to worry about. You’re getting the best medical care possible and everyone there is worried about your wellbeing...even if it’s because you’re a human and they think the slightest thing could kill you.

After this, your mate isn’t even going to let you out of your room without him.

You’re clearly not safe anywhere. You and his child are his number one priority.

It can be a little suffocating but it’s nearly over. He’ll relax a tiny bit once the baby is born.

[ddarker-dreams]

Contractual Obligations II. Yan Childe x Reader

Warnings: Unwanted physical contact, general yandere themes. Word count: 2.2k. →Part I. 

The sound of heavy, wooden doors shutting behind you feels like a premonition of what is to come. 

Fiddling with your skirt, your eyes dart around, taking in Liyue’s signature rich architecture. Fatui building or not, they still must abide by Liyue’s aesthetic. You thought being surrounded by your home’s design would bring solace. Warm shades of mahogany with gold motifs are illuminated by paper lanterns, giving a glow that would be otherwise pleasant, if not for the circumstances. 

You had anticipated a long wait. Ekaterina, upon hearing your name, informed that you would be seen without delay. The others in the lobby of Northland Bank grumbled at this, much to your embarrassment. It’s no secret that getting appointments here is a time-consuming endeavor. Sailors, business owners, and Qixing’s personal assistants alike had to wait. 

For whatever reason, you were allowed to skip ahead of the queue. The glaring special treatment is bound to spread rumors. Now, here you stand, unable to quell your nerves. This is no different than strolling into a ravenous lion’s den. The vulnerability you feel now makes you wish you were facing a carnivorous beast, at least then you might have hope to defend yourself. 

Even with the unexpected privilege of not waiting in the lobby, you’ve been standing here in this private room for a while now. Thirty minutes is your guess, impatience creeping up on you. Your shoulders slump, a sigh leaving your lips. There’s lots of work to be done when you’re done here, time a precious resource. Wasting it to get answers from the blight on your life is infuriating. 

Figures, the one time you need to speak with Childe, he’s nowhere to be seen. Every other time he’d show up at the least opportune moments. He has a habit of appearing uninvited and ruining what would’ve been a pleasant day. Lost in thought, you consider all that must be done when you return to your parent’s shop, too occupied with your thoughts to notice a looming figure. Two hands go out to cover your eyes, the world suddenly going dark. Heart pounding against your chest, the touch is too unexpected, heat rising in your body as protection.

“Guess who?” Childe hums into your ear with a singsong tone. His scent reminds you of the ocean, fresh and light. 

You frown, noticing how close he is to you, his chest pressed against your back. Does Childe not know what personal space is? “The source of my problems.” 

He lets out a scandalized gasp and slinks in front of you. Childe boasts a lighthearted demeanor, mirth dancing in his eyes, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. Inauthentic as ever, you note. You’ve seen what lays dormant behind the thin veil of boyish charm. The infinite darkness that you never wish to see again. He’s still closer to your person than you’d prefer, but pointing it out won’t do any good, so you decide to overlook it. Picking your battles wisely is vital when speaking with Childe.

“Is that the greeting I get, after rushing all the way here?” Childe sighs. Before you could respond, you notice a new scent in the air, unmistakably leather. It takes you a moment to identify the source. A thin, wispy trail of smoke rises from Childe’s leather gloves that had been touching you just prior. Does that not hurt? Childe catches you staring and laughs. 

“So you didn’t notice,” Childe sounds amused, lifting his hands to inspect them. Raising his hands to his mouth, he bites the tip of his gloves and pulls them off. “Looks like I caught you.” 

He nods to your necklace which is tucked beneath your blouse, scarlet light shining through the fabric. Instinctually, you cover it with your hand, the jewel warm to the touch. Childe’s abrupt physical touch had activated your Vision. It’s only when you take a few deep breaths that the telling glow fades away, but the damage is already done. Did he plan this on purpose? Whatever the case may be, Childe is the last person you want having this information.

Sensing your apprehension, he speaks up. “Relax, I already assumed as much, but my interest is undeniably piqued. Why hide your Vision? This isn’t Inazuma, I was under the impression Visions were revered in Liyue.” 

You don’t owe Childe an explanation, but your intuition tells you he’s not going to let this go anytime soon. This isn’t what you came here for, you remind yourself. Don’t let him distract you.

“It’s a long story,” comes your dismissive answer, glancing around to see if anyone else had seen, even though it’s only you two in here. “Can I talk about what I came here for, please?” 

Childe closes his eyes, humming while considering your proposition. Instead of walking behind the desk in the room, he sits on a bench against the wall, motioning for you to come over. At your blatant hesitation, he decides to pester you, which doesn’t come as a shock. 

“What’s up with that look? There’s plenty of room,” Childe pats the spot next to him for extra emphasis. A dangerous twinkle shines in his eyes with a mischievous smile to match it. “Though, I wouldn’t complain should you come to sit on my lap instead.” 

Your cheeks flush brightly, a weak glare being sent his way which he laughs at. “I would never…” 

“Sure, sure. Come over already, it’s the least you could do, considering you just scorched a pair of my favorite gloves.” Childe’s carefree tone doesn’t match his scolding words, stretching out his arm on the back of where you were supposed to sit. Gingerly stepping over the smoking gloves on the floor, you wonder if it’s somehow a fire hazard, but assume Childe’s Hydro Vision could put it out if need be. You stop just short of sitting down, gnawing on your bottom lip at this new internal dilemma. Glaring daggers at his outstretched arm doesn’t seem to faze him. 

“The offer still stands.” He teases, leading you to huff and take your seat by him. You try to ignore the close physical proximity, but it’s rather difficult, as your thighs are touching. Is this a common theme for Snezhnayans? Why is Childe so needlessly touchy? Maybe you don’t want to know. Childe drums his fingers, staring at you with dangerous intent. 

You’ve wasted enough time here. Hoping to move on to the pressing issue, your lips part without further delay. “So, as I was--”

Childe places a finger to your lips, in an act that leaves you speechless. What is his problem? Furrowing your eyebrows together, you have half a mind to scorch the finger in front of you, but dismiss the thought when remembering his strength. Damn him for getting you riled up with such ease. 

“Uh uh uh,” Childe chastises with a shake of his head. “Not yet. Business can come later. First, you’re going to tell me about that.” 

You don’t need to look down to see he’s pointing at your hidden necklace. “It’s... personal. I have no reason to tell you.” 

“Oh, sweet [First]. I wasn’t asking. You did just burn my gloves, didn’t you? Instead of charging you Mora, which -- no offense -- you don’t have enough of to replace it, I want an explanation. I think that’s a fair deal.” 

So he is going to hold that mishap over you. Messing around with a debt collector and money seems counterintuitive, giving a quick explanation the plausible option. Whatever it takes to get him to drop the sensitive topic. Childe must have a semblance of tact to have made it this far in life after all. 

“Fine, fine. It’s not really that remarkable a reason. I have a younger sister, Chunghua. We used to be inseparable as kids. More than anything, I just wanted her to be happy. You’d do anything to accomplish that, y’know? It was… all my fault, really. She wanted a Vision like mine more than anything -- hair accessories, Mora, pretty outfits -- she never cared for that. 

I had no idea why I was given a Vision and not her. She was the one who prayed to every Archon at night for it, the one who burnt incense and gave offerings, not me. I could see her gradually losing hope every day that she woke up without one, like a piece of her was breaking off. At meals, she’d just… stare, silently, at the Vision around my neck. I don’t blame her for starting to hate me. I didn’t notice until it was too late.”

Taking a deep breath, your eyes fall to your lap. “I only wanted to cheer her up. To see her smile like she used to. When I first got my Vision, Chunghua would ask me to do these little tricks. Forming animals or whatever, stuff kids like. Anyways… I tried doing it again one morning. Needless to say, it didn’t go well, she practically screeched at me. I had no idea that was how she felt. But, yeah. That’s why I hide my Vision. See, not that interesting, right?” 

Childe’s expression feels impossible to read. You’re not sure why you even shared so much, especially with him, but his lack of interruption made you keep going. Maybe you weren’t expecting him to sit perfectly still and listen to every word. Whatever the case, you clear your throat, desperate to clear the gloomy atmosphere. 

“She would’ve reacted the same eventually,” Childe says after a moment of deliberation. You tilt your head, the serious answer was unexpected. “That’s what I think, though only older siblings could understand.”

There’s a brief tenderness in his words that leaves you speechless. If he’s acting, you have to commend his abilities, because right now it almost feels like he’s being genuine. Playing with a strand of your hair, you look past him and clear your throat.

“Yes, well, I suppose you’re right.” 

Childe’s somber appearance twists into a more impish visage. “Why don’t I give Chunghua a talking to? It’s a shame seeing your cute face so sullen.” 

Mortified, you shake your head. “There’s no need for that.” 

“Hmm… a shame. I could really take care of everything if you just let me.” 

“Somehow I doubt that,” you shrug with a frown. “What you could help me with is this ridiculous situation at the shop! Why are there Fatui guards outside the front doors? It’s scaring away customers.” 

“Oh, that’s what this is about?” 

Unbelievable. Childe continues to test your patience at every turn. After your previous conversation outside Liyue, which you’re still hoping was a bad joke, you’d noticed an increased presence of Fatui around the shopping district. That was bad enough for business. Now that they’re stationed right outside your parent’s shop, it’s far worse. Rumors have begun to circulate that you’re somehow involved with the Fatui. This has Childe’s doing written all over it.

“Why else would I be here?” 

He smiles and you immediately regret the rhetorical question. “Because you missed me, of course.” 

“I missed when there weren’t Fatui around the shop. Please, I don’t know what you did, but it’s going to be harder to get money for...” you gulp as if saying it cements the reality of your situation, but power through. “Paying off the loan with this drop in revenue.”

“Tempting as that is, I’m already happy with the results. I got you to come to me and learned more about you. From my position, this is a sizeable gain.” 

Everything from your head to your toes feels hot as if molten lava is stirring inside. He’s not taking you seriously, like the time at the stream and all the times before that. Memories flash in your mind. Your father hunched over letters containing bills, frowning, hair going greyer by the day. Your mother, sneaking out when she thinks you and your sister are asleep to pawn off her old jewelry. Even Chunghua, who offered to take time away from her education to help at the shop. It hits you like a pile of bricks, heart twisting painfully and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“What do I have to do,” Your voice is so low that Childe has to careen his head to hear it. He blinks, incredulous, waiting for further clarification. Each breath you take feels like a losing battle, your composure threatening to shatter. “For you to stop… whatever this is. I’ll do anything. Give anything. Please, just leave my family out of it.” 

Childe crosses his legs and leans in closer to you, arm secured tight around your shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you already?” 

His breath is warm against you, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. He presses his lips softly against your pulse. Smiling, he notices how it quickens underneath his touch, all too pleased with your physical reactions. 

“That what I want to take is you.”