#hehehehehehehehehe yes

[peppermint-whiskers]

Me: Hm, how make act 1 chapter 24 angsty?

Me:

Me: EDGAR ALLAN POE—

[asgardiandino]

Another Crack Ship for Ace

Okay so I know we, as a fandom, make the most absurd crack pairings, especially when it comes to Ace and characters the man has literally never met.

BUT YA'LL GOTTA HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE.

LOOK I HAVE MY REASONS

They're both the older brothers. Ichiji was born first considering his name literally has 1 in it. But they both have different views on what it means to be an older brother. Ace views it as being protective over his brother. Ichiji views it as being the strongest.

Both have flame powers, even if Ichiji's are more explosion/sparkler based

Both are technically princes. Ace being the son of the Pirate King and Ichiji being the eldest Germa prince.

BUT on that note they both have different feelings about that. Ace resents his father, wanting to not even associate with him. Ichiji is proud of his royal heritage.

Like yes I know they have never met. IchiAce?? Aciji??? Whatever they are essentially two sides of the same coin.

[earlykatgetsthesparrow]

If Byron had a warrior name it would be Firestone

[evilpenguinrika]

ok i finished ep91

nobody touch me

[caramelmochacrow]

i just realized since I put my personal Google acc in my laptop for funny purposes I can work on my fics while I'm at school. hee hee.

[astonmartinii]

(piano) keys to your heart | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem fan reader

who knew the fan stages could be so romantic?

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

f1

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f1: it's always chaos at the fan stages

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user1: what is in the air today?

user2: i think it's so early in the season that they haven't lost the will to live yet

user3: there's still light in their eyes LMAO

lewishamilton: let me just say... that was an experience

georgerussell63: i wish all media commitments were this entertaining

lewishamilton: we can only pray

user4: wait i'm so lost what happened at this damn fan stage

user5: there was a girl with a baby toy piano who played one of charles' songs for him 😭

user6: and he was SO IMPRESSED

user7: he was impressed? I WAS IMPRESSED like it sounded so good and it has five keys that make ANIMAL NOISES

user8: aniMAL NOISES???

pierregasly: i think i watched that man fall in love in real time

charles_leclerc: are you not also enchanted?

pierregasly: by animal sounds? no?

charles_leclerc: so rude! you wouldn't know real art even if it hit you in the face

pierregasly: nuh uh !!!

user9: girlies i do think he might be in love what is going on?

user10: has he even spoken to her other than through hundreds of people on a microphone?

charles_leclerc: can a hopeless romantic live ?

user11: yeah it's terminal people

user12: well i'm not gonna lie if someone learnt my music on such an esteemed instrument i'd also be flattered

charles_leclerc: EXACTLYYYYYY

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yourusername: got to play a pretty boy piano this weekend, what about you?

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user15: PIANO WOMAN MY QUEEN

user16: you have a real piano?

yourusername: where do you think i honed my skills in order to play it on such a crazy model

yourbff: MAMA THERE'S 12,000 PEOPLE ON YOUR POST 💜

yourusername: act natural

yourbff: how can i ACT NATURAL BABE THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE WORLD IS IN YOUR LIKES

yourusername: as he should be

yourbff: i know for a fact you are not that chill rn ... i can hear you screaming from my house

yourusername: *harmonising

user17: we're all stalkers for being here but i'm pleasantly surprised with how funny she is

yourusername: damn ask me out on a date first

user18: so you are single queen?

yourusername: chronically so ...

charles_leclerc: i FOUND YOU

pierregasly: * i found you

oscarpiastri: not that i want the title of chief stalker but it was me (you have very niche mutual friends with my sisters)

yourusername: OMG OSCAR !!!!!!!!!!!! (tell hattie i said hi and take me to the next kpop concert)

charles_leclerc: so fuck me i guess

yourusername: i would love to fuck you, yes

charles_leclerc: oh hehehehehehehehehe

yourbff: for a man who is the sexiest in every room he's in, you're embarrassingly easy to please

lewishamilton: he's not the sexiest in every room, that is lewis hamilton erasure

yourbff: WHAT THE FUCK

user19: so is like all of the current f1 grid here?

maxverstappen1: i'm just here to watch charles embarrass himself

danielricciardo: i am retired but i must be interested in the exploits of my countrymen

pierregasly

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pierregasly: he's making us take a flight on our one week off

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user20: deadass if they're going to australia

user21: these are levels that i would actually completely expect from charles

user22: pierre and kika are better than me because a flight to AUSTRALIA oh no baby

maxverstappen1: well this is an update that SOMEONE (i'm talking about you pierre) forgot to put in the group chat

pierregasly: i'm kind of in the middle of a flight and sat to the nosiest motherfucker in the world

charles_leclerc: what group chat?

georgerussell63: nothing!

oscarpiastri: nothing!

landonorris: nothing!

alexalbon: nothing!

maxverstappen1: we're laughing about how down bad you are behind your back 👍

charles_leclerc: thanks max!

charles_leclerc: WAIT?

user23: oh charles how can you be so smart yet so dumb

user24: all brain power goes to f1 and piano

user25: and piano girl now apparently

yourbff: you're not being serious ....

pierregasly: deadly

yourusername: this is so charming

yourbff: this man is flying 24 HOURS TO SEE HER ???

yourusername: i'm not appreciating your tone rn

yourbff: oh no you're more than worth it pookie but DAMN the air miles

charles_leclerc: i chartered a private jet :D

yourbff: you're crazy

yourusername: i'm in love with you?

user26: guys i think they're just as insane as each other

user27: a match made in heaven i fear

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yourusername: guys there's a cute guy at my door (and a guy with a bad hairline but he doesn't matter (i love you kika))

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user29: chat - it's never been so over i fear

user30: we've lost him

yourusername: :P

user31: she's so unserious i love her

user32: i know every other wag wants to be this in our face so i respect it

charles_leclerc: i'm very happy to be the cute guy at your door

yourusername: you best be :)

charles_leclerc: i'm here to swipe you off your feet

yourusername: believe me you won't have to do much

charles_leclerc: i saw you have a proper piano ...

yourusername: you don't want to serenade me with my animal noise piano ???

user33: so like this is real? how did this actually happen?

user34: like surely they had met before this - it can't be the animal sounds piano of monaco that did it

user35: have you ever considered that maybe someone doing something as ridiculous but as time consuming as that is incredibly endearing

charles_leclerc: my love language is acts of service :)

pierregasly: i am sat in your living room and you're blasting my hairline on instagram?

yourusername: yes!

pierregasly: you know what? you two are perfect for each other

yourusername: i know :D

user36: oh to be a girl who has charles flying across the world for her

user37: if we get a video of them playing piano it might just kill me

maxverstappen1: interesting.... very interesting....

yourusername: can i help you?

maxverstappen1: just observing ....

yourusername: you're observing very loudly

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: obviously we had to take the real piano for a drive

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user38: killing myself <3

user39: the most rational reaction

user40: THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE (i want to die)

yourusername: as if you needed to be any more handsome

charles_leclerc: i gotta match your beauty some how

yourusername: SHUT THE FUCK UP

yourusername: YOU'RE SO CUTE

yourusername: and also objectively the most beautiful man in the world

lewishamilton: once again, stop lying to him please 🙏

yourusername: okay queen..... whatever you wanna hear

user41: lewis not being in the GC but always being here to stunt on charles is killing me

user42: getting in the psychological warfare for next year

yourusername: lewis hamilton psychological warfare (immovable object) vs sleep deprived y/n y/ln (unstoppable force)

lewishamilton: YOU'VE KNOWN HIM MAX A WEEK ???

yourusername: there's no set timeline for love girlypop

maxverstappen1: piano? this is boring

yourusername: i would post me treating him the way he should but that would violate instagram's guidelines sorry!

charles_leclerc: no !!! i don't wanna share you with anyone

maxverstappen1: i don't wanna see all that anyway

charles_leclerc: don't lie buddy

yourusername: you're just intimidated :P

user43: couples who bully max together, stay together

maxverstappen1: it seems that way ...

yourusername: omg we're so couple goals

charles_leclerc: we so are <3333

user44: CONFIRMATION???

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yourusername: guess i'm a recording artist now? oh and i have a bf, he's there i guess?

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user46: oh they want me dead

user47: ignoring this for my mental health

user48: they're 😭 so 😭 cute 😭 i'm 😭 so 😭 happy 😭 for 😭 you

charles_leclerc: no one i'd rather work with!! we've been in a whirlwinf but i'm glad i have you

yourusername: you have had the (piano) keys to my heart long before we met

charles_leclerc: i still had to charm you though ;)

yourusername: oh i was smitten straight away i was just trying to play it cool

pierregasly: you weren't very convincing

yourusername: i was ???

yourbff: the day you found out he was flying over to aus you did 20,000 steps just pacing in the living room

yourusername: well...

charles_leclerc: i found it very cute no worries

user49: they're so hilariously embarrassing for each other it's so cute

user50: i mean they're both insanely attractive so yeah i'd be just as nervous around them

user51: everyone is just hating on their whimsical love

arthurleclerc: so you're official and you've still not met us 🤨🤨🤨

yourusername: well............. i'm in aus what do you want me to do about that?

arthurleclerc: charles irresponsibly uses a private jet - i expect to see you for dinner this weekend ! (that's an order from maman)

yourusername: CHARLES I CAN'T LET YOUR MUM DOWN

maxverstappen1: does this mean i might get air max back in europe?

yourusername: you've been hating this whole time but it was YOUR JET THAT GOT CHARLES HERE?

maxverstappen1: and what?

yourusername: i'm just observing, loudly

charles_leclerc: he loves me really <3

yourusername: but not too much 🤨

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charles_leclerc: i am never complaining about media again

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user52: so when i do an interpretative dance as a cat to seduce max then what?

maxverstappen1: if you dare do that anywhere near me i am getting a restraining order

user52: anyone tell you you're no fun?

maxverstappen1: all the time, i'm still not going to fuck someone dressed as a cat 👍

yourusername: loving you is the easiest thing in the world

charles_leclerc: the most natural thing in my life - we were made for each other

yourusername: forged by the gods for each other and they decided to give me the prettiest boy in the world

yourusername: @lewishamilton i dare you to say otherwise

charles_leclerc: she's so protective 🤭🤭🤭

roscoelovescoco: ...

yourusername: i'll still fight your dog i have no shame when it comes to defending my man

user53: see this ^^ is appropriate action for wags i too would fight a bull dog to defend charles' honour

yourusername: it's the least i can do

charles_leclerc: i will literally run someone over with my ferrari

yourusername: considering i've seen your road parking - that's a real threat, so romantic

pierregasly: so i really am stuck with this for the rest of my life?

yourusername: it doesn't have to be a long life

pierregasly: you're breaking up with charles ???

yourusername: i'm threatening your life 👍

pierregasly: oh!

charles_leclerc: so romantic

user54: childhood friends being thrown under the bus? this is real romance

user55: and this all started with an animal sounds piano?

yourusername: i owe my baby cousin everything

charles_leclerc: does she want a ferrari?

fin.

note: HAPPY CHARLES LECLERC BIRTHDAY DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE

[alexhollyhoc]

How would carnival!jax and Og jax react to meeting each other?

(And what about non setient jax meets setient jax? How would setient jax act?)

Carnival Jax would beat up both of those versions of him

[neuvilette-tea-party]

Sending you an idea, I was thinking about a Fem!Reader dancing with some soft music in the little house that she shares with Steb. Dancing while preparing some breakfast for the two of them. And then Steb see her dancing just with his shirt and her panties. So, Steb try to dance with her and gets to close, so close that he can feel the warm of her skin.

That makes Steb's mind go super high with the idea of make her his, and maybe breed her again(?)

Sorry if its not so specific. I did my best, I swear! Hope you like it, I really love how you write about him 🥰 plz keep it up! Bye!

Hehehehehehehehehe, glad to know the combo panties/stolen shirt is popular 💗💗💗💗💗

✗♡✗♡ Steb x F!reader ✗♡✗♡

Tags : Steb is selectively non-verbal, established relationship, heavy making out, Heat/mating season, Steb is feral, tickling, knot, oral (F receiving), P in V, creampie breeding, bed break, Bridge position, mating press, biting, dumbification, bit of blood, Steb has carnivorous tendencies

You bob your head as you work your dough with the palm of your hands, grabbing it, slamming it down the work surface, and then spreading it before reassembling it into a ball. To give you motivation and keep a good pace you put on some music and now you work it in rhythm with the percussions. 

That’s going to be some good brioche! 

You woke up extra early to surprise Steb with your special brioche that he just loves! He is a sticker to a healthy diet but he makes an exception for your brioche that he devours entirely in just two days like a little kid devouring candies by the handful. 

But his heat starts soon and you want to give him some bonus emotional support! 

You slam the dough hard a final time on the floured surface and take a step back. 

“Phew... That’s a workout!” you sigh. 

You grab the dough, put it in a bowl that you cover, and put it in the oven to rest and rise for the next two hours! You could stop here and rest ooooooooooor... You could make it extra yummy with chocolate shards! 

You grab two chocolate tablets and start mincing them with a knife, still bobbing your head up and down, swaying your hips left and right. You hum the melody as you cut the tablets, tapping the rhythm with your foot. You scrap them all into a bowl, take out your tomato timer, and set a 2 hours resting time, and now you have nothing left to do but to wait. 

You grab a wooden spoon and start to whisper the lyrics, moonwalking back from the counter into the living area. You jump and dance, silently screaming the solo to not wake up Steb, rocking yourself in all directions while your cat Compote looks at you like you lost your mind. 

You kneel down to him and press your face in his fur with a giggle making him meow absolutely offended! You laugh standing back up, jumping backward, dancing the choreography you remember from the concert Steb took you to as you both love this singer. 

You put your hands on your hips and shake them left and right energetically, losing your breath and you almost jump when a foreign hand slides on your tummy, pressing your back against a tall body. 

You yelp in surprise as Steb purrs loudly, sliding his second hand around your shoulders and diving his nose into your hair. 

“You scared me, silly!” You giggle. 

He gently kisses your temple before gently spinning you toward him. 

Visibly, his mating season started judging by his new bright red scales adorning his usually deep green stripes. You like these colors on him, he looks like he is in fire when light directly hits the red scales, illuminating him like real hot flames!  

 He contemplates you up and down with a lopsided grin as he signs. 

“Yes, I robbed you of another shirt.” You confess cheekily, “I can’t help it, it smells just like you!” 

He shakes his head with a low chuckle, sneaking his hands around your lower back, pressing your two bodies back together, and starts swinging his hips with yours, smiling at you with an assured grin.  

He grabs your hand and starts to make you twirl in your little living room, making your head spin as you chuckle in his arms. He throws you away from him gently, holding you with one hand, and pulls you back in his embrace tenderly, making you his sweet prisoner. 

He kisses your cheek several times as he brushes his nose against your soft skin, he gently tilts your head to the side, revealing your neck, pressing his nose in the crook, deeply inhaling your scent deep into his lungs with a satisfied sigh. 

With a low growl, he licks the entire length of your neck with the flat of his tongue, debating if he should bite down your pretty neck, bare and defenseless before him. He bares his teeth as he blows on your pretty throat, licking his fangs at that delicious thought... 

You explode laughing, hugging him tight as you twirl together like two blissful idiots. He leaves a trail of pecks on your neck, reaching your jaw then biting your lower lips, his hands sneaking down there to cup your accessible rear over the fabric of your panties, taking a handful of it. 

“How dare, Mister?!” You tease. 

He pretends to bite off your nose tips in response with a growled chuckle, pressing your crotches together. You retaliate by biting down his earlobe, earning a breathy gasp on his part. One of his hands slides under the baggy shirt to caress your naked back with the tip of his soft fingers so softly it feels like a feather is teasing your skin. 

Pressing your two foreheads together, you get lost in each other eyes, diving into his ocean eyes so deep and clear. 

But you notice a storm slowly darkening his gaze as he traces soft circles on your back. He delicately clasps his lips on yours, hugging them lecherously as he pushes his tongue inside to dance with yours. You close your eyes as he hums before parting from each other, a sinful string of saliva linking your two mouths as a witness. 

He presses his face back into your neck as he hugs you tighter, tickling you with his cheek scales making you laugh again. You hear him inhale your musk once more with a purr ending up in a low growl once more. 

He feels his blood pumping harder each time he gets a whiff of your natural fragrance, each time he grazes your warm soft skin he feels goosebumps flourishing all across his body, feeling lava being poured into his very veins making all his fins tremble with excitation, and great anticipation! 

He gently tugs on the shirt with a hissed whine, straightening his back to beg you with his eyes, pulling you gently towards the table of the living room. He sensually caresses it, looking at you as he sticks his tongue out between his two fingers with a grin. 

You cannot help but explode laughing at his sillyness. 

“Steb, come on! We were lucky it did not break down under us last time.” You counter. 

His grin stretches and he gestures to the upstairs with his head, his ears twitching in a silent question as he squeezes your hand. 

You nudge your nose against his cheek, pecking his soft skin lovingly.  

He wraps his hand on your ass and lifts you up expertly, forcing you to circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms. Now in his arms he casually goes up the stairs, pressing your cheeks together with a gentle purr, letting his cheek fin tips caress your skin. 

He opens the bedroom door with ease and enters the cozy, if not cramped, bedroom. He falls on top of you on the bed, crushing you under his weight. You let out an ‘oof’ being squeezed between the mattress and his tall body but you would not want to be anywhere else. 

Nowhere is warmer and more inviting than Steb’s embrace, nowhere is safer than between his long arms and you love nothing more but to snuggle yourself against his chest... 

Steb immediately attacks your face with plenty of kisses all over: your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your jaw, your temples, your eyelids... Nothing is safe from his lips and he will kiss every part of your face until he is happy, cupping your cheeks lovingly. 

Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! 

You smile under his lips, holding his hands softly as he purrs loudly like a big cat, slowly going down your body. His hands caress their way under the shirt delicately, grazing your sensitive human skin like a precious and fragile treasure, as he fondly kisses your neck. You do not unwrap your legs around his waist as you hug his shoulders tight. 

Out of nowhere 

He starts tickling your sides mercilessly with a large grin while you cry and laugh and beg for mercy, big tears rolling down your cheeks while you gasp for air. 

“Steb...! Steb! Ple-please stop! I can’t...!” You manage to shout between fits of laughter, rolling all over the bed while he keeps attacking you, chuckling too, kissing every morsel of skin he comes across, whether it is your face, your neck, your back, or your hips. 

You try to push him off you, kicking and begging but he keeps torturing you while you push all your pillows and the cover off the bed in your frenzy. 

“STEB! PLEASE!” You scream out of breath, jaw sore with your laughter. 

He finally stops, looming over you, disheveled and pantless too but with a big bright smile on his gorgeous face. He stands on his knees to get rid of his shirt, revealing his well-sculpted body to your eyes, his ravishing green stripes adorning his chest and hips that you adore lazily tracing with your fingers. 

You gasp loudly, catching your breath back as the last tears roll down your skin, you wipe them off with the back of your hands, your chest rising up and down repeatedly. Steb lowers himself to brush his nose tips with yours, snaking his arms under your back to nudge himself against you. 

He rolls, pulling you on top of himself, sitting you down his groin region. You finish laughing pushing your hair off your face, you feel his hands caressing their way up your thighs, groping your meat to knead it lovingly as you look down at him, letting you listen to a long whined plea. 

“What do you want, handsome?” You ask, tilting your head as you caress his jaw. 

He grabs the hem of your panties, pulling on it to let it slap your venus mound repeatedly while licking his lips with a hungry growl. 

“Aren’t you affraid to get hurt under me?” You inquire a bit worried for your lover. 

For sole response Steb raises an eyebrow with a tight lopsided grin, ‘try me’ written on his face. He grabs your hips and pulls them up, positioning you on your knees, looming just over his head. He immediately starts teasing you by grazing the extra thin skin of your thighs, tracing the crotch lining with the pad of his fingers, and deep breaths. 

He raises his gaze to meet yours and casually traces your slit through the fabric, getting a feeling of your pussylips until he reaches where your clit hides and he gives it a gentle flick making you instantly jump. 

He hums in appreciation and pulls on the hems, lowering your undergarments to reveal your pussy to his eyes, instantly his pupils dilate and his cheek fins wave with great interest. You extend your legs for him to take them off and he doesn’t break eye contact as he presses your undergarment to his sensitive nose taking a big whiff of it, his purring deepening another octave while you feel your blood rushing to your cheek at his perverted behavior. 

He throws the panties away to be forgotten and grabs your hip to stabilize you, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your leg next to his face, and gently pulls you down toward his face. You grab the bedframe as you feel his breath on your exposed pussy but he first chooses to kiss your inner thighs on both sides, making you tremble with anticipation and nervousness. 

He leaves a final peck and focuses on your bare cunt right above him, guiding your hips down until he can dive his nose into your pubes to inhale your raw sexual musk with delectation as you see his ears twitching. 

He gives you a long lick with the flat of his tongue, parting your folds as he tastes your inner flesh. You gasp and dig your nails in the wood of the frame while he titillates you with short, quick licks with the dart of his tongue, getting a feeling of your cunt. 

Steb loves nothing more but to spend his time with his face between your thighs, fulfilling his aquatic Vastaya nature by remaining in a wet environment at all times, feeling your essence trickling down his skin with his gills wide open. 

You take a big trembling breath as you feel him tracing your slit up and down, eyes closed to savor your taste better, lathering you with his saliva and probing your tight entrance with his tip, circling it before pressing the end gently to it, not entering the tight circle of flesh, preferring to tease you by exciting it. 

He lets a loud kiss on your pussylips before adjusting your pelvis to gain better access to the start of your slit where your clit hides. He spreads them open with his tongue again, going up until he bumps against your sweet bundle of nerves, the object of all his obsessions and desires, and starts flicking it repeatedly and expertly. 

You huff and moan at his tricks as you feel his warm and wet long tongue circling and crossing your pearl, teasing its surroundings before going straight to the point and torturing you deliciously. You feel your thighs trembling under his care but worry you will hurt him by fully sitting in his face so you remain in this uncomfortable in-between position. 

“St-Steb...” You let out, voice trembling to not outright scream 

Steb reopens his eyes to meet yours, silent questions in his ocean-blue gaze. You open your mouth to speak and only manage to pant a long mewl as he wipes his tip against your excited nervous bud, drumming it relentlessly. Each tongue stroke sends a powerful wave of pleasure in your nerve endings and makes you shudder dramatically, pure lava coursing your entire body as Steb toys with you so easily it is ridiculous.  

Shaking, you bite down one of your fingers while he keeps tickling you, his purr insolently growing louder. You feel your pussy convulsing and getting wetter and your inner muscles gorge themself with blood in preparation for penetration. 

Steb lets his cheek fins wave as it pleases them, grazing the thin skin of your inner thighs, as he gets to taste and savor like he loves to. Eating you out must have become his number-one hobby since he tasted it for the first time, almost like an addiction he cannot help but crave the next time you will open your luscious thighs for him to dive in between. 

Drinking at the fountain of your pussy like a parched soul lost in the desert. He knows no better pleasure but to taste your essence on his tongue, feeling it dripping and trickling down his face and jaw, suffocating himself against your tasty cunt, devouring you like an animal, propelling you toward orgasm repeatedly. 

It’s a win-win situation, you both enjoy and pleasure yourself, only in a different fashion. You return the favor when he allows it, but he just loves taking care of you, witnessing you crumble with just some licks, seeing you melt between his hands, observing you shake under his tender care, delecting himself in your desperate reaction when he overstimulates you until he feels satisfied. 

What can he say? He is generous by nature and a little bit of a tease when he wants! 

Steb closes back his eyes to focus on your taste and the music of your moans, his thumbs caressing your thighs gently as he laves at your clit with dedication. 

You cry out as he suddenly wraps his luscious lips all around your pearl, feeling him roll and twist it, sucking on it like a piece of candy. You almost lose it and fall on his face but you manage to remain stable, although with difficulties. 

That change in his sexual endeavors worsens your wetness and you can now feel it dripping out of you onto his jaw and thick neck as he immediately opens his mouth wide to receive it on his tongue and not waste anymore drop of your delectable essence.  

You hear him gulp down and drink out of you, his purr and his groans resonating like an obsessive litany in the small bedroom of your home and making your head spin. 

If Steb is reluctant to speak out of habit and physical condition, he has absolutely no qualms vocalizing his pleasure and amusement: he groans, moans, mewls, coos, rasps, growls, and purrs all the most obscene sounds you have ever heard in your life! 

He has more repertoire than all Piltovans languages! 

He lacks no mean to express himself and has no difficulties making himself understood in those intimate moments when his hands are busy doing other things than signing, which is a detail that worried you during your first sexual encounters. 

In fact, it worried you so much that you started to propose implementing some rules for him to be able to express himself during the act like you knew all of that better than him! 

He silently and gravely listened to you talking out of your butt, raising an eyebrow here and there, refraining from smiling at your most extravagant propositions until he could not contain himself anymore and exploded laughing. 

To be fair, your ideas were not applicable practically and he enjoyed showing you how well he could communicate even with both his hands and mouth busy pleasuring you and silencing you for good on that subject. 

He left you out exhausted, satisifed and panting with a deep kiss, having proven his point efficiently. 

You lower your gaze back on your beloved Vastaya to discover you made a mess on his face and the sheets, but he seems way too happy to even think about stopping, your essence smeared all over his lips and jaw, his cheeks are rosy with blood as his heart sprints in his chest, letting escape sighs of pure satisfaction. 

You manage to take your finger out of your mouth to tenderly caress his soft hair and temple, giving him back some love and tenderness he so generously offers you on the regular. He opens his eyes again, boring his gaze into you and you can only see what you can describe are pure... glee. 

He is simply happy to be with you, to share that intimate experience with you. Steb is not a complicated man, his vision of bliss is not extravagant and superfluous, holding your hand every day makes his soul sing and he harbors the hope yours do the same. 

You always want to tell him. To tell him how much you love him, how a single glance of him can give you wings to surpass any obstacle, how a brush of his hand sends your heart in such a frenzy you someday worry it will simply explode from too much love. How he circles your shoulders gently in the streets, casually pulling you closer to protect you and signifying to anyone else you are together makes you feel desired and tenderly loved, how his simple everyday presence helps you prepare for any future hardships, any uphill battle, knowing that whatever happens, Steb will be here despite everything, to support you and build you back up if you ever fail. 

You often open your mouth to tell him all that, as he looks at you with a patient smile and you lose all your words, ending in a nerve-wracking, blabbering mess, unable to look him in the eyes so you just decide to press your lips to his as the best next course of action and he eagerly responds, hugging you tight in his protective and loving embrace.  

His capacity to rob you of all your words with a single glance always astonishes you, and he takes an undeniable pleasure in making you mute with a single grin, teasing you with his infuriatingly beautiful face and gallant demeanor, his ears twitch revealing his own excitement and pent-up hopes he cannot put into words. 

You come back to reality as Steb lovingly kisses your clit several times, like he would kiss the most precious thing in all of Runeterra, pouring as much love and fondness he can in each kiss with his wet, swollen lips. 

It’s not even for the sexual pleasure of it all, it is simply for the sheer tenderness and warmth of the moment, to give generously without expectation in return. 

Just because he loves you. 

“I love you Steb.” You gasp, your clit pulsating against his luscious lips. 

He glances at you, letting appear a mischievous grin, takes a handful of your hips, and forces them down his face with all his strength, actually forcing you to truly sit on his jaw. 

You yelp and try to stand back up to not hurt your lover but he holds on to you ferociously, digging his fingers in your soft flesh to keep you in place, pressed against his hungry mouth, not letting you go like a carnivore who dug his fangs in a piece of meat. 

Steb has more strength than you and you quickly realize that all your effort and negotiation will not make him release you. 

He has you right where he wanted you all along. 

Sitting on his face like a throne. 

You tremble with a hiss as his long tongue trails your entire slit once again before pressing against your entrance and pushing past the tight ring of flesh, entering you with his flexible appendage. You whimper as he invades your cunny with ease, opening your muscles up gently.  

“St-Steb...” You beg breathlessely. 

You shudder and cry out as you feel his textured tongue wave inside of you, grazing and brushing your G-spot easily, coating his member with your dripping slick right at the source. You feel him licking and lapping your cunt, leaving no surface of your secret temple uncared for as he twirls it, making your inner muscles clench at his will. 

You grip his hair for stability as his tongue tips travel freely inside of you, caressing secret spots like he loves to, feeling your drool trickling down your chin as raw pleasure shocks your entire body at each of his tongue tricks. 

Steb was always good at eating you out and liked flexing his talent to you just in case you forgot how much pleasure he could give you. 

If he doesn’t have the desire to go all the way with you each time, he surely craves to taste you on his tongue once more and will not refuse you his skillful tenderness. 

You inadvertently clench your thighs all around his head at his flicking tongue, ravaging you from the inside, actively risking to suffocate him but he actually forces your hips down harder against his face and accelerates his movement to push you at your limits. 

If you could be nice and squirt in his mouth, he would greatly appreciate it! He will help you, do not worry. 

You throw your head back, mouth open to swallow air but each wave of pleasure and lust contracts both your cunt and your trachea. You bite your lower lips as you feel sweat rolling down goosebumps as Steb’s grip tightens around the meat of your thighs his tongue waving flexibly, swirling and twisting against your pulsating spots as your inner muscle gorge themself with more blood to puff up and get all fluffy all around him. 

Steb releases one of your thighs to grab his already hard pack, kneading it and teasing himself as he listens to the symphony of your indecent moans. It’s so easy for you to make him hard, you hold him in the palm of your hand, and anything can get him going if it is you. Even the most innocent demeanor can throw him out of his carefully crafted habits and render him absolutely feral if he isn’t careful. 

Directly tapping into the most animalistic and feral instinct of his Vastaya nature and you are gracious enough to accept him as he truly is, allowing him to discover and test the different behaviors he had to keep hidden from his former, less accepting relationships. 

But you forgive him everything 

Maybe too much, he sometimes fears.  

So he doesn’t let go of his more bestial tendencies, muzzling them down for both of your sake, preferring to love you tenderly rather than taking the risk to scare you. 

But when the rut comes he just cannot help himself, one caress from you and he is drooling with a growl, craving to grab and bite the flesh like he wants to devour your body to finally truly make one forever. 

When his mating season arrives, his usually well-organized brain and logic almost get overridden by the deep carnal instinct 

To breed 

To make you his by tying you both by flesh and blood. 

To give you a little one 

How long and tedious his shifts are when the mating instincts arise and invade the forefront of his mind, he cannot help but think about pounding you while filing official reports and writing down witness testimonies. 

He never lost control once when at work, his strong self-discipline and work ethic forbidding him from the most minuscule deviation, but those shifts are so tiresome for him. 

But once you meet back at home... 

Caressing your velvety soft skin, inhaling and tasting your musk and pheromones makes him feel alive like never before, it’s a greater high than all the adrenaline frenzy he ever felt in his line of work and he does his best to make you experience the same sensations 

It is like an overdose of the sweetest drug, deeply inhaling the most sugary poison... 

But he cannot help but crave the softness and sweetness you bestow upon him, that feeling of emotional security you provide, allowing him to be himself in his most vulnerable moments... 

Intertwining your fingers for all eternity... 

He is so happy he found you... 

He chuckles, hearing you yap as he crosses your G-spot with the tip of his tongue. 

He adores your voice, he loves it even more when you cannot line up two words thanks to him and he can hear each tremor and quake of your tone, melting him on the spot, pushing him to hug you tight and snuggling against you to protect you with his taller body. 

He slides his hand inside his pants and boxer and grabs his hard length that he starts to fist roughly, letting you set the pace with your whimpers and beggings, relinquishing control to your whims.  

It is just to remain patient, not to finish himself: he hopes you will accept him finishing deep inside of you... 

He gulps down loudly, your slick soiling his lower face and your thighs, swallowing everything you are giving. He savors your palpitating cunt, feeling your pulse in your fluttering soft muscles through his tongue. What a good day to be an aquatic Vastaya, he cheekily thinks his gills wide open, his heart pumping blood like a machine in his ribcage. 

He accelerates the motion of his tongue and hand, feeling his knot swelling at the base of his girth in preparation for mating and breeding, feeling his pre-cum dripping along his girth and his hand, soiling his boxer. 

You are actually the first one he used his knot with, never feeling comfortable or close enough to his former relationships to use it with them. 

That magnificent feeling when he felt your cunt stretch all around him for the first time to welcome the knot inside of your pussy, drawing a delectable bulge, was just to die for... 

“AH! St-Steb...!” You cry out as he flexibly undulates his appendage against your sweet spot. 

He keeps his eyes closed to focus on his motion, feeling you terribly close to your climax as your inner muscles contract all around his tongue, he knows he just needs to keep going just a little more for you to magnificently explode between his hands. 

Just a little more, a little more... 

He curbs it once more, letting the texture graze your spot one last fateful time... 

And you scream. 

Your hands roll into fists around his strands of hair, pressing his head tighter against your cunt, your thighs muscles clench so hard they froze still all around his head and you squirt violently in the open mouth of your Vastaya lover, head thrown back dramatically as your scream of orgasm ends up in a long whine, eyes blinded by a white light that slowly subsides. 

You feel sweat trickling down your exhausted body, soiling Steb’s shirt as he finishes licking you clean, his purr clear and loud. He caresses your thighs and hips up and down as he cleans you up with his skillful tongue, satisfied by both of your performances while you try desperately to catch your breath. 

He gently seizes your hips to lift you and sits you down on his stomach, licking his lips gluttonously and with a satiated expression. You look at Steb, still in a daze as he wipes his jaw clean, licking his fingers with joyful eyes and rosy cheeks, his fins waving blissfully. 

You sigh loudly, slouching down when you feel something poking your butt, discovering his proudly erect member that he took off his sweatpants and boxer to touch himself more efficiently. 

You take a big breath and caress a strand of hair behind your ear to position yourself to return the favor when Steb grabs your shoulder to gently push you into the mattress. 

He rolls over you, looming over your smaller body with his tall stature, disheveled, eyes joyful but dark with secret intentions, licking his bared teeth like a predator. You gulp, looking at your lover, wondering what will be his next move, if he isn’t going to bite down your throat altogether like the carnivorous Vastaya that he is. 

Instead, he lowers himself to fondly brush your nose tips together with a clear purr. You relax and peck his nose happily as he cups your cheek with his large hand. 

“You do not want me to go down on you, Steb?” You propose like a secret. 

He chuckles but shakes his head, sitting on is ankles he starts signing his intentions. 

How he desperately wants a little one of you both, founding your very own family in Piltover and living happily all together, maybe even giving them little brothers and sisters. 

He dearly hopes so at last, but he cannot do it without your consent. 

You smile at him, head over heels for your Vastaya. Lust got the better of him the first time you made love and he used his knot in the heat of the moment, but since then has made it a point of honor to always ask for your permission to use it again. 

You never refused, even though you knew he would never use it again if you asked him to. 

But you begged him for a little one for long too before he made you his, so his knot is more than welcome. 

That never stops his face from illuminating in joy each time you say ‘yes’ to him once more, endearing you a little more to him each time if it is even possible. 

“Yes, Steb.” You muse, feeling your cheeks heating up dangerously, “You may.” 

His ears twitch dramatically as the flush of his cheeks worsens, a bright smile on his face. He leans over the bed to take back one of the pillows that fell and gentlemanly places it under your head for your comfort, snuggling his nose against your cheek in the process before repositioning himself between your legs. He caresses his way up your inner thighs and opens your legs wide for him, revealing your cunt to his eyes once more. 

He tilts his head to the side with a grin as he sees the remnant of your slick finishing dripping out of your pussy, he titillates your oversensitive clit with the tip of his finger just to play with your nerve while you hiss and groan for him to stop, shaking with the remnant of your orgasm. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you toward him before seizing his girth to play with his tip a bit, collecting his pre-cum to lather his entire hard shaft before pressing his fat, reddish tip to your secret entrance and very gently entering you. 

You open your mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as he pushes his size inside delicately, careful not to hurt you. You grit your teeth, feeling him opening you up easily, his pre-cum and the result of your former orgasm making you soaking wet and slippery. 

His size is impressive but thanks to his previous loving care it does not hurt at all. 

You shiver each time a new ridge brushes past your G spot, feeling your muscles spasming each time one of his frills titillates your gummy areas. 

Steb breathes deep, feeling his lungs opening wide in his chest as his heart seems to double in volume and threatens to burst through his ribcage.  

That delicious sensation... 

That feeling of your soft flesh all fluffy, wet, and warm stretching all around his member to welcoming in your most secret place, he feels his toes curling at each new centimeter he pushes inside, going deeper and deeper in your warmth. 

A human pussy is not meant for a Vastaya’s cock and no matter how long he takes to prepare you, no matter if you become a real fountain, the size problem remains. He knows it can be a bit uncomfortable for you at times, but you both make it work, he makes sure of it! 

But for him... 

The way you absolutely strangle his girth with your tight cunt, how he can feel each infinitesimal muscle twitch all around his length... 

He could cum just entering you. 

He would die of shame if it ever happened, how could he dare cum so early, leaving you unsatisfied and utterly baffled? He has more manners and consideration than that as your fiance! 

You gasp under him, calling back his attention to you. He tenderly smiles looking at your expression, all panting and sweaty as you try to welcome him fully inside. 

His heart flutters at your sight, so adorable and so easy to love 

He lowers himself to capture your lips in an infinitely loving kiss as he finally finishes pushing his entire length inside of you. You almost bite his tongue in a jolt when you feel his knot pressed against your cunt. He kisses you softly, cupping your cheeks with his large hands, eyes closed to better savor your lips as you whine in the kiss. 

Steb remains still, letting you a moment to adjust, brushing your foreheads together, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, while you gently caress his hair and play with one of his very sensitive ears, making him twitch it involuntarily. 

It makes you laugh and accidentally contract your cunt all around him, making him hiss in return. He licks your cheek with the flat of his tongue and a guttural growl, both of you feeling his impatience bubbling under his scales 

Your pheromones titillate his taste buds delectably, making him dig his nails in the bedsheet with a snarl, licking his fangs as he starts panting, his body temperature on the rise. 

He feels a real inferno under his scales, boiling lava bubbling under his skin, so much energy and tension he could feel his muscles tear apart to pieces. 

He... He needs to move or he is going to lose it! 

He starts a slow circular motion, testing his liberty of movement inside of you, brushing his cock against your fluffy walls, and gritting his teeth. You gasp and moan, digging your own nails into his broad shoulders as your little pussy stretches the best it can. 

He keeps going gently, lying on top of you as his arms snake under your back to embrace you tight, pressing his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your raw sexual musk deep into his lungs, getting high on your compatible pheromones. 

If you truly realized what kind of aphrodisiacs your pheromones are to him, you would get scared and try to hide them under perfume. 

That would break his heart... 

Getting high on your compatible pheromones is such a foreplay for him! It also helps him keep track of your period cycle and know when... 

You are ripe for the harvest.... 

Ready to try again for a little baby with him. 

Oh, there is no more dangerous and delectable period for him than those moments... 

That tension between his Vastaya instinct demanding to claim you like a beast and his tender love begging to treat you like his goddess... That constant tug of war in his burning flesh. 

Should he bite or kiss? 

Should he claw or caress? 

He is constantly at war with himself in those moments, how to satisfy both sides without hurting your fragile human body? 

What if he scares you revealing his inner pulsions?   

He is lost in his thoughts when you jolt, feeling his ridges grazing your g spot repeatedly and you bite down his earlobe as retaliation, earning a gasped rasp from your beloved, prompting you to hug you so hard you are sure to discover bruises tomorrow. 

You lick the outer shell of his ear, only to take his tip between your teeth and suckle on the erogenous, reddish fins, biting down and licking them with a growl as he gasps with short breathes, his muscles rolling under his skin, a drop of sweat traveling from his thick neck to his moving chest. 

You drag your nails down, clawing his entire back till you reach the lower end and Steb throws his head back with a long moan, undulating his back under your nails like a wave, gritting his teeth under the mix of pain and pleasure he feels coursing his flesh. 

He lowers his head back, looking at you with dark eyes and barred teeth like you just pushed him too far, a long rough rumble escaping from the very depth of his chest. 

He grabs your waist with two hands, raising on his knees, forcing your hips up in the air and removing any control over the situation from you, locking you in a bridge position. He slips out his length, only letting his girthy tip inside, and pushes it back gently, testing the water.  

Your body lets his length move easily inside your flesh, welcoming him well and deep. 

Having the sweet confirmation that you are ready for him, he slips out again 

And rams his entire girth inside furiously. 

Your cry is cut short by the air getting punched out of your lungs as he repeats his action with a long growl. 

He slips out, and slams it back 

Again 

And again 

And again 

And again 

And again 

Steb installs a merciless pace where he keeps plunging his cock deep inside your core fiercely, his fingers digging into your soft flesh to keep you in place and not let you escape! 

Under any circumstances! 

He rams his cock hard and true, with full strength, undulating his hips with flexibility, the light bulb at the ceiling projecting a halo all around his gorgeous head, blinding you on the same occasion. 

His thrusts are powerful and full of intent, he snaps his hips easily, splitting your poor body in two so easily you have to dig your nails in the mattress to keep yourself grounded as his tip hits your deep spot and his ridges obsessively massage your gummy one, making the pleasure and his... 

Fury 

Inescapable. 

You try to open your mouth to speak and say something, anything, but each word dies at the gate of your lips each time he hits his hips with yours, your fleshes meeting in a wet, hypnotizing sound that gets to your head rapidly. 

Steb tries his best but  

He lost the battle 

After tasting your pheromones on his tongue, feeling it tingling delightfully, he felt his control slipping out of his fingers, and while he tried to keep it in his grip feeling you digging your nails into his back in such an 

Animal display 

Something snapped  

His self-control and dignity were pushed aside by the most bestial, feral part of himself 

A part his Vastaya kins warned him not to let loose in polite society for fear of getting exiled from Piltover or imprisoned. A part that must be muzzled and chained down deep inside of himself to never see daylight. 

But at that very moment, in your arms, surrounded by your scent, your warmth, the music of your voice, and the security you provide him and the sensation of nails in his flesh... 

He lost it 

He is a wild beast on the hunt, and you are the pretty little prey he stalks down, tracking you down by smell as he licks his teeth, drooling at the thought of digging his fangs in your supple, generous flesh until you beg for his mercy. 

Entangled in a tango of death and love, fighting each other for dominance, bodies contused and rolling on the ground, the survival of the fittest where the lusts of blood and sex intertwine to make one. 

Feeling your warm skin against his bruised scales... 

Hugging you so tight he could choke you... 

Intertwining your fingers in the battle... 

Appeasing his hunger and instincts, nuzzling in your embrace... 

You yap as his grip on your frail hips tightens as he tilts his pelvis up to hit deeper inside of you, reaching a new spot, sending new pleasure shockwaves coursing your nerve endings, contracting your muscles so hard you could think that they are about to tear up. You inadvertently bite your tongue as his harsh hip thrusts bob your entire body up and down on the mattress, hitting the top of your head against the frame of the bed. 

“St... Ste...!” You try to speak out, trying to reach him 

You are getting cut short each time, losing your breath and your intelligence with each undulation of his waist, his firm flesh slapping your soft one, making a lecherous music resonate in your small cozy bedroom. 

He never took you so roughly! 

He slams your hips together, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy repeatedly, swallowing him again and again, strangling him with each minuscule muscle contraction, making him growl louder and louder. 

Steb looks down at you from all his height, seeing your face twisting with irrepressible pleasure, your mouth agape to speak but failing to, your hands pressed to the frame to stop your head from hitting it. 

But more than anything else, he admires the bulge he makes inside your tight cunny, detailing how your muscles stretch to let him pass resulting in that absolutely delightful detail in this scenery. He cannot refrain from licking his dark lips, drooling at that simple view. 

You are just so perfect on every front! 

He wants to give you everything and it’s contrary. 

Shower you with love and fuck you like an animal. 

Tenderly kiss your lips and bite you to blood 

Help you spread your wings and tie you down with lace 

He is in full control of the situation but not of himself, his sexual instincts command him and order him around, his energy and stamina exacerbated by his blind lust for your body. 

He cannot help from a tight grin as he discovers a creamy ‘O’ appearing at the base of his cock, right at the edge of his swollen knot, making him salivate even more, pushing him over the edge all over again. 

He cannot get enough 

He cannot get his fill of you 

He needs more and more 

He could continue until you both pass out from exhaustion 

Filling you up again and again, breeding you for long hours, ensuring a little one! 

He takes it very seriously! 

He increased his physical exercises, modified his diet, quit caffeine, and regularly took fertility supplements, stacking all the odds in his favor! 

He so dearly wants that baby with you... 

He dreams about holding his baby in his arms at last, even the idea of nine months of patience is killing him! 

Why do human pregnancies take so long?! 

It’s driving him crazy! 

But he is already thinking too far of himself, you’re not even pregnant yet. 

Maddening him! 

This is an error, an error that he intends to correct shortly 

Maybe even today! 

At last! 

He ostensibly sucks on two fingers, humming as he coats them with his saliva before stimulating your little pearl again, still slamming his entire girth deep inside your tight cunt like you were a fuckdoll. 

But you are more fragile than a toy and so much more delicious, taking care of you is his privilege! 

He brushes your clit rapidly and your reaction is immediate! You immediately contract all around his cock, tightening your sensual canal to strangle his length, milking him for his pre-cum that keeps dripping out of his tip. 

You let out a cry at that new stimulation and Steb throws his head backward at the compression of his shaft. So much pleasure courses your two bodies, connecting carnally, in sweat and flesh.  

Steb feels his lungs tightening and air escaping him... 

You... You are just giving him so much, he doesn’t know if he has it in him to not finish before you cum! How is he supposed to not crumble to pieces when your luscious, generous body strangles him with all your warmth and love? 

How is he not supposed to fall on his knees and kiss your feet? 

He harshly bites down his lips to blood, the sudden pain electrifying him like a slap across the face and he refocuses on your sweet body, focusing on your body language, what earns the best reaction from you! 

Your arms are tired 

The force you need to exert to compensate Steb’s powerful thrust to not hit your head is consequent, and the waves of pleasure he gives you definitely do not help, only weakening your muscles with repeated warm shockwaves making you tremble. 

You cannot think of anything else but Steb’s cock ravaging you. 

How it obsessively hits your deep and true, and grazes your gummy G spot with its ridges, keeping edging you, torturing you without interruption you feel your poor pussy convulse around his virile member, stretching the best it can to allow him inside. 

This is... Such a trial 

You never felt like that before! 

Steb who is always so soft and tender, caressing you gently and nuzzling himself in your embrace with a light purr, simply happy to call you his 

Completely metamorphosed 

You do not recognize your sweet beloved, your good boy. 

He is looking down at you with a hungry expression, fucking you like he never did before. 

This is not even fucking anymore, this is much more bestial than that 

You feel it in each of his mean thrusts and in the bruise you guess you will discover on your hips and groin tomorrow. 

You can’t even think  

Each roll of his hips melts your brain and you just... Do not know anything anymore 

The only thing you know for certain is your Vastaya impaling you on his cock. 

You even have difficulties keeping your eyes open each time he hits a sweet spot. 

Your entire body is traversed by electricity, paralyzing your muscles, and making you vulnerable to the whims of your lover. 

You are at his entire mercy 

Steb growls, stopping his caress on your clit to grab your hip firmly with one hand and force your legs onto his shoulders before laying on top of you, pressing his entire weight and your smaller body and your knees to your chest. 

This allows him to go even deeper, that’s why he loves that position! It gives him a lot of control and you cannot do anything else but endure the pleasure. You do not have to do anything, just let him do the work and enjoy yourself. 

It’s also perfect for using his knot! 

He presses his forehead to yours as he pounds your poor pussy under him, reaching all the way up easily, your muscle contracting inadvertently to his delight 

When you try to open your eyes, you are immediately snatched by his white, sharp fangs that he licks instinctively to soothe them.  

Does he has phantom pain about having to file them for his job of enforcer? 

You don’t have to think this further, you’re forced to press your head back against the pillow as he keeps undulating his hips expertly, forcing you on your knees. 

You have some difficulties breathing correctly with the weight on your chest, but Steb loves to press himself on you for maximum skin contact on his sensitive scales. 

You hear the bed cracking and complaining under his powerful thrust, but that does not slow him down, you don’t even think he is in a state to hear that. 

Steb weights down on you with a long animalistic growl, his cheek fins waving under the sheer tension as he grabs one of your hands to intertwine your fingers together, locking you down with him 

You open your mouth to swallow a big breath and Steb takes the occasion to press his lips on yours, languorously kissing you with a pleased and relieved sigh, like he could not wait anymore to finally kiss you. 

You try your best to not bite down his tongue which is more difficult than anticipated as he buries himself in you with such force. Steb does not mind in the slightest, snickering in the kiss each time you bite his tongue or lips. 

That’s not a high price to pay to claim you as he does. 

He hugs and dances with your tongue, moaning loudly in the kiss, conveying his pleasure audibly for you to hear and get off too. 

He knows you love his repertoire, he makes strategic use of it to make you wetter. 

You whine in the kiss, realizing you drooled all over yourself in your debilitating pleasure, completely forgetting yourself. Steb breaks the kiss panting and licks your cheeks with the flat of his tongue with a rumbly purr, tasting your drool and sweat with delight. 

Your two bodies are wet, sticky and sore but Steb doesn’t plan to stop 

This is too good to stop! 

He licks his way down your beautiful neck while his other hand sneakily travels between your two bodies to whip and brush your clit again. You yelp, clenching your cunt violently under the assault of pleasure. 

Steb’s reaction is immediate and he bites down your shoulder 

Hard 

You cry out at that sudden mix of pain and pleasure, squirting on Steb’s cock irrepressibly. Steb does not let go, purring loudly and plowing you down savagely. 

The wet claps of flesh and the smell of sex his getting heady and your head dangerously spins with all those stimuli. You’re sure your legs would give out under you if you were not lying down 

An other thing that give out is the bed 

With an impressive cracking sound, you feel something break under you and you fall with a yelp, the mattress hitting the floor. 

“Steb! We broke the bed!” You warn as you suspect he did not realize it in his fury. 

Okay so? You broke the bed, that’s not sufficient for him to just stop like that! There are more pressing matters than a stupid bed! 

Like breeding you 

That’s what truly matters! 

He keeps stuffing you up, his teeth still clasped on your shoulder to keep you in place, his ears flapping around like a kid who received candy.  

Fucking you like a jackhammer, plowing you down like a fuckdoll as he ferociously caresses your clit, feeling your pussy kneading his cock as it convulsed all around him.  

He can feel each drop of your slick running down his scales like a trail of flames, stinging his flesh so lovingly he feels his dorsal fin freeze still, so full of raw tension. 

He circles and caresses and fondles your sweet pearl in sheer contrast to his bestial fuck. 

It does feel good to let go of the leash of his inner inhibitions, he contemplates in a surprising moment of clarity. 

Let’s just hope you don’t hold it against him... 

You huff and pants, feeling Steb’s tongue lapping your skin, still holding down on your shoulder. You feel something warm roll down your skin as his purr perks up. 

He bit you to blood 

That doesn’t... Feel too painful strangely?  

Instead, you feel a warm and numbing sensation spreading in your muscles sore from sex like a poison was poured into your veins slowly. 

Steb’s arms tighten around you as he raises his head to look at you, blood drops pearling at his lower lips that he licks avidly, his blue eyes almost glowing with lust as he savors your blood with a delighted carnivorous grin. 

This vision is so otherworldy 

And hypnotizing 

You cum right here and there under your lover’s careful and attentive gaze. You throw your head back into the pillow, your toes curling as pleasure waves crash on you like a furious tsunami threatening to drown you 

Did you scream? 

Did you cry? 

Did you pass out? 

You don’t know 

You just know you went deaf and blind under the fire of and orgasm so profound you think you might even have died in the arms of Steb’s to open your eyes as a rebirth... 

Steb roars, looming over you, as he feels your pussy try to retain him inside. He finally allows himself to come as he presses his swollen knot at the gate of your pussy, digging his nails in your flesh. 

Again, he feels your pussy stretch wide to welcome it inside and plug you shut and spurt his virile semen deep inside of you 

He lets out the deepest sigh as your pussy kneads his length to milk him dry. 

He is addicted to that sensation 

He... He wants it again... 

One more 

Please 

Petit coeur, please.... 

He will beg if he has to! 

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“Ah...! Ste-Steb... Please...” You pant, face first into the pillow, drooling all over the fabric as Steb licks the remnant of blood on your shoulder. 

He likes that metallic taste, it tingles his tongue, its a very funny sensation but far from unpleasant. His purr rises up toward the ceiling like musical notes as he nudges his nose in the crook of your neck before straightening his back. 

“Pleeeaaaaaa-AH!...” 

He rolls his hips again to sush you, holding your arms in your back, your butt in the air. 

He quite like that position too, you are hopeless under him like that, that makes him drool profusely 

That excites his hunting instincts... 

“It’s been... My timer...” You try to formulate a sentence but Steb’s rhythmic thrusts are going to your head, “My timer went off... Ages ago...” 

Indeed 

He heard it more than two hours ago 

He did not feel like releasing you just yet. He entered his heat cycle, he needs a lot of love and attention from you from now on... Love that he will give back a hundred times, of course, Petit coeur. 

And you are just so cute with that dumb blissful expression on your face like that! Eyes rolled, mouth agape, panting hard, and drool all over your face! 

This is such a sight, it keeps him so hard! He wants to give you even more! 

His other hand keeps massaging your clit as he feels your slick and his semen dripping on your thighs to you both, you leak so much the sheet under you can’t absorb your essence anymore that a puddle formed. 

This is so obscene!  

So deviant! 

He loves it! 

You moan desperately as he pushes his knot inside once more, cumming deep inside again, together like one. He gently caresses your swollen tummy, full of his cum, tracing sweet circle on your soft skin. 

If you do not get pregnant after that... He’s actually going to lose it for good. 

He hisses as your pussy lazily milk him for all his worth and all your limbs go limp with exhaustion. Your trembling legs give out under you as you crash down with him on the mattress. Steb chuckles lightly, laying on top of you, pinning you down with his weight, and tenderly kisses your cheek while you desperately gasp. 

He nudges himself against you, taking your hand to intertwine your fingers as both of your hearts beat in a frenzy, appreciating that moment of intimacy. 

He will run you a warm bath, cook you a delicious and filling dinner, and massage you thoroughly to ease your sore muscles. Then you will watch a movie, read, play board games, or he will play you his violin! 

Whatever you wish to do Petit coeur. 

He just loves you so much...  

He wants to spend his life taking care of you 

So he thinks he is going to give you two or three more orgasms, just for good measure! 

Just for you. 

What can he say? He is generous by nature and a little bit of a tease when he wants! 

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog 

[cloudcountry]

Me: . . . .hehehehehehehehehe

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Oh no!

Who the heck turned reader into a cat!?

What will your favorite ghouls do?!

SUMMARY: you turn into a cat! who else would you go to but ritsu?

COMMENTS: FAVORITE GHOUL(S)??? ok so ritsu. hell yea ritsu content. i would be the best kitty for him i mean what.

true love's kiss breaks the spell because i am a sap

Ritsu is going to his normal morning routine when a cat starts following him around campus. It’s strange, he’s never really been the type of person who connects well with animals, but he allows the cat to accompany him.

Whenever he spots someone breaking the rules, the cat starts yowling at them too. He appreciates the assistance, but calmly tells the cat that they should act as an eyewitness and not get involved, just in case.

The other person promptly calls him a weirdo for talking to the cat, earning a hiss and a swipe from said cat.

Ritsu will quickly begin to pick up on the fact that this cat is trying to help him with his daily work. Because of this, he asks the cat to go find his business partner—yes, them, did he stutter? Why does the cat look so disappointed...

When he arrives at the Mystery Diner for his daily coffee, he purchases some cat food from the menu as well. It’s pointless to question why something to that effect is on the menu, especially on a day like today, when it ended up being useful.

After he has drunk all of his coffee, and the mysterious cat has eaten all of their food, he allows them to curl up in his lap.

He feels an inexplicable fondness bloom in his chest as the animal purrs, the vibrations loud. A quick internet search and a few peer reviewed articles reveal that felines typically purr when comfortable, or in pain.

He observes the animal. It doesn’t seem to have any external injuries. Gently, he extends his hand towards their face, and sucks in a soft breath when they rub their face against his hand.

Ah. This must be why the Honors Student pets so many of the school’s cats. Perhaps he would try it sometime. Speaking of them, where were they? They were usually very punctual about this sort of thing.

The cat in his lap suddenly turns around, using his chest to get up on their hind legs. He jolts at the sudden movement, staring incredulously at them as they meow loudly.

His brow furrows in confusion, because, after all, he cannot understand Cat.

The cat stops meowing before headbutting his face. He sputters at the feeling of fur against his lips, and gasps when a bright flash of light fills the diner.

“Finally!” the Honors Student cries, throwing their hands up in the air, “I thought I’d never get you to understand what I was trying to say.”

“I—Pardon?” Ritsu fumbles with his words, staring up at them, straddling his lap. This was so indecent! In public!?

“...I’m not going to ask,” Ren sighs, turning his back on the two of them and walking away.

“Mr. Shiranami, is it not what you think!” Ritsu yells, face turning bright red.

“Oh. I’m in your lap,” they blink, growing warm at the position they’d found themselves in, “I’m so sorry, Ritsu!”

He can finally breathe again when they slide off of his lap and sit in the booth, hands shyly clasped in their lap.

“It is alright,” Ritsu sighs, composing himself, “Please explain how you got into this predicament, if you wouldn’t mind.”

[onlinedolly]

hi, loser dad leon appreciator anon back again just to let you know how even more correct you are!! bc now all i can think about is eventually him drunkenly cumming inside of you, so pathetically whining about how he just couldn’t pull out of your pussy, and you’ll forgive him, right? and the next morning he refuses to meet your gaze bc all he can think about is filling you up again 🙂‍↕️

yes yes yes!!!!! so good anonnie <3333

leon getting so drunk he swears he climbs into his own bed, but when feels your smaller frame next to him he just can’t help but pull your pretty little panties down, mumbling apologizes as he rams his cock into your tight cunt!!’ and he’s ruthless about it too, a mean fuck which is such a contrast to the way he’s saying sorry over n over again n whimpering <33333333

“baby fuck, dad’s so sorry so so so sorry” as he’s cumming inside of you, filling you up so so full hehehehehehehehehe

the next morning he’s a bumbling mess, telling you over and over again how he doesn’t even remember last night but if he did something bad he’s sooooo sorry (he definitely remembers btw. he remembered when last night when he was pacing his room back and forth beating himself up and he remembers this morning when he was jacking himself off to thoughts of you in the shower). he’s just….such a fucking loser of a father and he knows it ^____^

[lilithschosen]

I can totally see Rio sitting on the couch playing her Nintendo Switch, but Agatha wants to have her own fun

should i have been sleeping? yes. did i have to write Rio playing Stardew on the switch? also yes. heheheheheheheheh

Resting the controller in her lap while she reaches for her water bottle, Rio sips from the straw quickly before snatching the controller back and grumbles to herself about how she's "not making it home before 2am". The little low quality graphic of her character runs (as fast as it can) down the road before stopping and the screen turns black.

"Fucker," she mumbles. A text box flashes on the screen as she gasps and sits forward on the couch. "He took how much of my money?"

Agatha strolls into the living room, her flannel sleeves rolled up to her elbows, beer in hand. She laughs, seeing Rio sat glued to the television.

"Still in your game, huh?" she asks, ungraciously falling onto the couch next to her girlfriend. "This the, uh, farm one? Star whatever?"

Rio nods, "Yeah, I passed out just outside of my farm so the dickhead hospital guy stole a bunch of stuff and money from me."

"You should go kick his ass."

Rio rolls her eyes, turning to watch as Agatha winks and sips from her beer. "That's not how it works, babe."

Agatha sniffs loudly, shrugging. She kicks her feet up on the table, knee pressing into Rio's thigh next to her. Rio smiles, patting Agatha's leg before she goes back to playing her game. Saturday evenings were lowkey, normally self care for the both of them after whatever hell they went through with work the week prior. Agatha spent the full day tinkering in the shed, determined to fix the weed-whacker she's been using since her early 20s, leaving Rio to play her Switch unbothered.

She rarely had time for games, only able to sneak half an hour here and there. Today she managed to log nearly ten hours in her game.

Agatha watches for a beat, trying to understand why this pixelated farming game has her girlfriend by the throat but smirks at the thought of having her by the throat instead.

She leans closer, shoulders nudging, and places her hand on her inner thigh. An innocent enough touch, something Agatha does absentminded when she's watching hockey and Rio joins her. Rio doesn't pay it any mind, both hands on her black Nintendo controller as she tends to the crops. She grumbles under her breath when the watering can runs empty mid-watering.

"So how focused do you have to be to play this?"

Rio pauses the game, tongue flicking into the inside of her cheek. "Depends. Why do you ask?"

Agatha shrugs, "No reason."

She keeps her hand on Rio's leg, watching her as she continues with her game. She taps the right bumper a couple times to bring up the watering can in her hotbar, then resumes watering the crops. She putters about the farm, organizing her inventory with the various chests she has strewn about.

The warmth from Agatha's palm still firmly placed on her thigh has her clenching legs together inadvertently. Agatha smirks, fingertips pressing into her skin.

"You okay, hon?" she asks in faux concern, "You need something?"

Rio's swipes at her nose with the back of her hand, raising the controller up as she does so and shakes her head. She tries to ignore Agatha, tries to make her way toward the mines, to try and reach the bottom finally. Yet her mind pulls her elsewhere as Agatha's fingers crawl closer to her core until she fully cups her through her thin, cotton shorts. She can't help but whimper at the contact and click her tongue in annoyance at herself.

Agatha's grin slowly spreads across her face, knowing she was winning. The little game they constantly played with one another of chicken. Who would crack under the pressure, how far they'd get until they're giving in. Rio holds strong normally, can last until Agatha starts to tease her fingers through her folds before she's grabbing and pulling at her for more.

Agatha presses her palm down, her other hand snaking up underneath Rio's simple tee, reaching for her breast. She keeps moving the joystick, walking her character through the town square and up toward the community center.

"You're really trying to play this game, aren't you?" Agatha asks, fingertips grazing her nipple, hardening immediately at her touch. Rio bites down hard on her bottom lip, knuckles turning white around the controller. "Just pause it, let me take care of you."

Rio's thumb lifts from the joystick, hovering over the pause button as she nearly gives in, but quickly keeps pressing on.

Agatha rolls the hard nipple across her fingers, pinching it gently between her thumb and forefinger while she grinds her palm into her clit. Rio gasps, mouth falling open from the simultaneous contact. She keeps playing, crossing a bridge and tucking into the pixelated cave. Just as she approaches the ladder down to the mines, Agatha lowers her head to her chest and licks her other nipple through the shirt.

"Fucking hell, Agatha."

Rio drops the controller, hands immediately grabbing at her flannel shirt to pull her head back up. As Agatha meets Rio's face, the obnoxious proud look on her face, Rio crashes their mouths together. She knew she could withstand more, but Agatha was playing dirty.

She moans into Agatha's mouth at the taste of her tongue, eyes closing as Agatha grinds her palm harder between her legs. Rio spreads them further, lifting one up to drape over Agatha's for her girlfriend to get better access.

Agatha tilts her head back, breaking the kiss, and she chuckles. Rio rolls her eyes, hissing as Agatha pulls her nipple before pinching it again.

"Needy?"

"Clearly," Rio bites back, lip curling in annoyance. "If you don't fuck me after all of this, so help me."

Agatha pouts, removing her hand from underneath Rio's shirt. "Oh now you're going to be bossy?"

She goes to take her hand away from Rio's cunt, but Rio grabs her wrist and holds it still. Before Agatha can even blink, Rio is straddling her waist on the couch with her hand still firmly between her legs.

"Don't move," Rio rasps, rolling her hips into Agatha's hand. "If you won't do anything, I'll just use your hand for you."

Agatha's mouth goes dry, dial tone sounding in her ears as her brain lags behind. This wasn't part of her plan, one of the tricks up her sleeve she was going to pull out. Rio smirks now, knowing damn well her wetness has bled through her underwear and probably through her shorts by now.

"If you were packing," Rio begins, setting her pace as she rocks into Agatha's open hand. Her clit drags against the fabric of her clothes, and the added bonus of Agatha's palm providing friction was perfect for her. "I'd be doing this on your cock. But no, I have to use your hand instead."

Agatha doesn't move, doesn't speak. She's entranced by Rio, how quickly the cloak of power was ripped from around her neck and firmly draped over Rio's shoulders.

Rio's head falls back as she continues to grind into Agatha's hand. She stutters a breath as she feels her fingers gently caress her entrance through her shorts.

"Now you wanna help?"

Agatha looks up at her through hooded eyes, fingers wrapping around the bunched up leg of her shorts and shoves them aside to make enough gap to fit her hand. She pushes the underwear to the side as well, and sinks two fingers into Rio's soaked pussy.

They both moan together, the feeling of Agatha finally sinking into her after the teasing was enough to make her cum at this point. She curls her fingers as she fucks her, thrusting her hips up as she kicks herself mentally for not putting the harness on before coming to distract her.

"I love you," Rio cries out, hands lifting to grope at her chest as she rides Agatha's fingers, "I love you so much, I'd fucking die in that damn game countless times if it means you'd fuck me like this."

Agatha laughs, a deep, velvet sound. She thrusts up, grinding herself into the back of her hand while she scissors her fingers into Rio. She feels her walls flutter, massaging them with each motion until they clench around her. Rio stiffens, face twisting in pleasure as she cums.

The screen behind her goes black, a small text box appearing. She doesn't hear the sounds or even care what happened now, her hips jerking erratically as she rides out her orgasm in Agatha's hand.

"That's it, baby," Agatha watches her, heart pounding in her ears. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. All mine."

Rio whines, her body taut until she finally relaxes. Her hands fall from her chest, landing behind her to grip Agatha's knees to hold her steady. She opens her eyes, tongue instantly wetting her lips as she looks to the TV and groans loudly.

"I fucking passed out again."

Agatha looks around Rio's body, her fingers still inside of her. She doesn't understand the implications, and doesn't care to learn them.

"I didn't have much on me either," Rio slouches, body curling into Agatha's on the couch. "Harvey is going to take my fucking sword, I just know it."

"Are you sure you can't just kick his ass for your stuff back?"

"It's not that kinda game, babe."

Agatha shrugs, slowly removing her fingers from Rio's cunt. She pulls her underwear back over and tries to unfurl the leg of her shorts before firmly planting her hands on Rio's hips.

"Well," she starts, pressing a quick kiss to the side of Rio's head, "How about we give up on this game and go to bed?"

Rio frowns, "But I have stuff to do."

Agatha slaps at the top of her ass, "And I have a hot girlfriend to do. Up."

[staranghae]

The trope's E2L. Also, this is entirely PG13 so no steamy stuff but there WILL be angst, as is with all Bollywood movies.

(teaser) another bollywood love story

I don't want to spoil the story at all BUT I want to introduce you to all the characters so here you go! also, network tag -> @kbookshelf

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name: y/n l/n

birthday: 18/04/1997

Born and brought up in India, Bachelor's and master's in business administration in South Korea. Heiress to one of the only two Indian businesses to make it onto the top 5 of Forbes' Top 50. A brat when around the other chaebols but is an actual sweetheart. Can hold grudges for lifetimes if she wanted to.

name: mingyu kim

birthday: 09/04/1997

Born and brought up in India, Bachelor's and master's in business administration in South Korea. Korean Indian. Heir to the other business that was in the Top 5 of Forbes' Top 50. Also a brat around other chaebols. Forgives easily. Loves a lot of people. Hates a few. Chaos follows him wherever he goes. Clumsy AF.

y/n's friend group (charcters are aged up) nickname: Y/N and co.

name: huh jennifer

birthday: 08/10/1997

Rich brat from New York who's in SoKo under a transfer program. Knows Y/N through mutual acquaintances. 'An adorable hellspawn', as described by Y/N and co.

name: yu karina

birthday: 11/04/1997

Rich brat #2 from Seoul, SoKo. Got in unversity through her own merit but people choose to believe that it's 'daddy's influence', because god forbid a woman be smart AND rich. 'IT girl' of Seoul International University.

mingyu's friend group (no one's aged up lol) nickname: 97s

name: cha eunwoo

birthday: 30/03/1997

Rich brat #3. Heir to one of the biggest food manufacturing companies in South Korea. A part time model and actor. 1/2 of the Mingyu Bullying Club. 'IT Boy' of Seoul International University. Is currently dating Yu Karina.

name: jeon jeongguk

birthday: 01/09/1997

Rich brat #4. Heir to one of South Korea's leading entertainment companies. Part time model and full time YouTuber. 2/2 of the Mingyu Bullying Club. Is currently dating Huh Jennifer. Resident influencer of Seoul International University

[grippingbeskar]

unearthed

chapter eight - tested

warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death, a few heated moments, swearing

a/n: let’s ride let’s ride. sorry for last chapter, i’m trying to build tension as best i can. but, alas, a lady can only be edged so much, so. enjoy this lil hint at what’s to come. also a few people have messaged me, YES WE ARE GOING TO FUCK MANDO OKAY look who you’re talking to. but my God You heathens 🤺 GET BACK 🤺 we must first have our plot before we have our spice. WE MUST 🤺 just trust me okay. i love y’all. I WILL NOT LET YOU STARVE. lots of smut planned for this fic hehehehehehehehehe.

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This planet didn’t even have a name in the system it was crammed in. Just a bunch of numbers based on its jumbled coordinates. That’s how abandoned it was. As soon as you stepped out of the Crests hull, there was just… nothing. As far as you could squint and see, there was just broken-down ships and old junkyards covered in dust. Your arm covers the bright suns from your eyes, and you hear Dins’ heavy steps coming up behind you.

The holo-pad beeping in your hand is the perfect distraction from the quiet that settles between the two of you. You don’t look up when he comes next to you, grinding your teeth to stop from saying something stupid.

“Lead the way.” He says cooly, tucking the baby into his pod and pressing it closed before shutting Grogu safely into the Razor Crest.

“We’re leaving him here?” You ask, still squinting into the horizon. Din nods.

“A planet like this isn’t safe for him.” You feel his eyes on you, then his helmet tilts further to the holo-pad in your hands. “And the location isn’t too far out. We made good time.”

“Thanks to my flying?” You try, the tension following the two of you out of the Crest and hovering in the planet’s heated atmosphere. To your relief, he puffs out a breath a bit quicker than normal— he laughed. Thank the stars.

“Sure.” You smile at his reply, and then look away quickly back to the blinking holo-pad. He was right— it wasn’t too far away, maybe a twenty minute walk from where you’d landed. You’d have to leave the ship behind because the planets surface was too full of debris to land any closer, and it looked like there’d be a bit of climbing to do.

“It says it’s up three elevations. Look.” You hand him the pad, full of grids and flashing numbers displaying the exact coordinates, including levels above and below sea level. According to the increasingly annoying beeping, the closer you got, the higher the droids you were tracking.

Din nods, and continues to follow the blinking in silence. You swallow hard, and will yourself to keep up a steady front, not willing to let a little awkward moment phase your entire trip. You were doing something good— tracking this tech could lead you to your parents killers, and in turn prevent another attack on Mandalore, or your own planet. You needed focus, which is exactly what you didn’t have when you were fucking around and letting Dins hands wander your skin like a kid at a candy store.

It was just… a nice feeling. For a second there, you thought he might have enjoyed it, too. It had been longer than you were willing to admit since someone had touched you like…that. Your body practically sung to him the second he laid a finger on you. He made you feel things that no one, not even ex-partners, had made you feel. He was exciting. Exhilarating. He was the thing you shouldn’t have, but at the same time the thing you wanted the most. It would only complicate things to get… involved with someone like him, especially considering your unique situation.

But then again, it would make perfect sense. You were married to the man. What’s a few stolen touches between business partners, when you were also one day expected to have the man’s children?

As soon as the thought popped into your mind, Din froze, and you had the ridiculous thought that he might be reading your mind.

“It’s says the dump site is up there.” Din gestures to the towering form of a broken down cruiser.

This entire planet seems full of broken parts. Half ships, piles of service droids and random parts litter the ashy red surface, ruble expanding far out along the horizon. There were few planets like this anymore, but with the catastrophic consequences of the Clone Wars, all those remains had to end up somewhere. The Empire stashed them on uninhabited planets until they could figure out what to do with them, but when the New Republic took over, they had bigger fish to fry.

Therefore, now there were ‘junket’ planets, and if you could navigate to them, it was a free-for-all for parts.

You stand in front of what would have been a control cruiser— something used to deploy large squadrons of battle droids, maybe even move AT’s around back in the day. It was massive, even if it was in half. It looked like it had been dumped right on its nose, the giant expanse of it stretching up into the frosted clouds, making you squint again.

Your heart sinks a little at the thought. The entire ship was full of tiny piles of droids and broken down mechanics… and your fathers life work was just lumped in here. Like it meant nothing. All his free time was spend pulling apart these droids and learning them inside out, and now they were just a drop in the ocean of fading memories.

“We’ll have to fly up.” He says, and you laugh until you see him ready the jet pack on his back.

“You can’t be serious.” You dead pan, but he’s better at it. “We can’t just…”

“You see a ladder around here?” You stare back up at the massive cruiser— even if there was a manual way up, it’s a hell of a climb. This thing was huge. “If you don’t want to, I can go myself—“

“No. I want to.” You cut in. He takes a step towards you, and even though you burn with the earlier rejection, you don't move away.

He says nothing, but when he wraps his solid arm around you, he doesn’t need to.

He pulls you close— so close that every part of you presses and aches against him. Instead of looking where he’s supposed to be taking you, the black visor tilts down, and he looks just at you. You think about what he would be like under there. If his eyes would be on yours, or if they’d look lower, to where your skin touches his armour. He must like that, the way you look against him. You… you hope he doesn’t mind it.

“Hold on.” He says lowly, and you ever so slowly wrap your arms around his neck. He dips down to let you reach, and as soon as you have a grip, he takes off.

Your feet leave the ground and suddenly you’re flying— like, really flying, drifting higher and higher along the ruins of the transporter ship. You try not to squeak and fail when he picks up speed and turns slightly, your legs wrapping around him and head burying into his neck. You weren’t afraid— but shit, this was higher than it looked.

“It’s okay.” He soothes, and your head shakes from its sealed position. “Hey, look up.”

“No!” You scream almost in his ear, and he laughs.

“It’s okay… do you trust me?” He asks it so smoothly, as if he wasn’t holding you a hundred meters in the air on nothing but a jet back the size of a baby. But— you do. You do trust him.

So, you look.

By the time you open your eyes, he’s slowing down, dropping the two of you onto a jagged platform that looks like an old control room. In the broken centre, there are several piles of droids stacked and discarded, some still in their full form, others pulled apart. It was clear you weren’t the first ones here.

Din doesn’t let go of you right away. His arm remains tightly wrapped behind the small of your back, and he takes three or four steps away from the edge to pull you further into the wreckage. You can feel every step, every twist of his muscles against you, and your eyes finally look back up to him, watching as he inhales deeply. You feel it too, how hard his chest is against yours, almost like he’s taking you in to his lungs.

Then he quickly lets go, stepping back away from you.

The holo pad beeps wildy, a sound you hadn’t picked up on when Din had been holding you. You manage to look at it, seeing the bright red dots point you somewhere deeper into the cavern of ruins. Din looks at you, then down the darkened hallway, and clearly makes a decision as he takes a few calculated steps in the right direction. You follow close behind, but when you go to reach down into the pile and investigate, a gloved hand catches yours.

“Careful.” He says, and guides your hand back to your side. “There’s all kinds of junk in here. I’ll do it.”

Speechless, you just nod, and watch as he digs with none of the care he guided your hands with. It’s embarrassing how mesmerised you get watching him do just about anything, but you also feel a twinge of guilt at the earlier events.

Who did he think he was, leading you on with that fake ‘pilot lesson’, letting you get all close and personal only to pull away when you made a move? It wasn’t even a move, really. You’d just— grabbed him.

Okay, yeah, maybe it was a move.

But he’d started it. With those longing stares, poetic words and fucking hands— the same hands now yanking on the end of a familiar looking droid. Very familiar.

“Oh, shit. That’s— that’s it!” You say, your eyes wide as the Mandalorian pulls free a dull silver battle droid with red crosses over where it’s ‘eyes’ would be. “That’s the lazer one!”

Din promptly dropped it, angling it’s face away from you and toward him.

You feel your heart soar. A real lead— a tangible piece of your fathers history, however crushed and mangled it was, is really here. You were on the right track. You were on a track! You couldn’t help but sprint faster, mind already firing at a mile a minute.

“Okay— so we’re here. It’s here. Now what?” You say, bending down to look closer at the lifeless droid. It was bent out of shape now, clearly moved with zero care when it was taken from your planet. Or maybe in a rush. “You know anything about the rest of this stuff? Who would have dropped it here?”

Din carefully walks around the edge of the wreckage, keeping his back to you as he examines the rest of the stuff. To your knowledge, it’s all from the years just before the fall of the Empire. A lot of it is unfinished, made in a rush, and he’s right— it would all be extremely temperamental. Your dad used to keep it well away from the main part of the castle, knowing how fast it could turn into a mess.

Just like it did.

“Look at this.” He calls you over, still keeping his back to you and eyes over the top of the wreck. He’s standing a little too close to the edge for your liking, so you take to standing behind him, attempting to peak over his shoulder.

“It’s… a tank.” You say, looking up at him, slightly confused why this would be a noteworthy discovery. There’s crashed ships and tanks all over this planet. “Am I supposed to know what that means?”

“Look behind it. A clear line, nothing for miles. The entire planet is covered in junk— but it’s clear behind it. Enough room for it to turn around and back out.” You… hadn’t put that together, actually. He’s right again. The tank is pretty big, but there’s tracks in the sand, and you can only see them because, conveniently, nothing is in its path. It’s moved. Recently. “They’ve been using it to haul their loot in and out.”

“Who’s they?” Din looks back at you, and you hadn’t realised how close you’d gotten to him. It always seemed to happen like that— an unconscious magnetic force drawing you closer to him when you needed to feel safe. You step back, now that you think about it.

“Those used to be Imperial Assault hover tanks. Before your time.”

“You are not old enough to say ‘before my time’.” He laughs, and you feel drawn closer.

“It looks like the back of them have been cleaned out for storage. The hollow dip at the back—“ He points, shuffling back so your eye-line is in line with his hand. You were tracking him anyways. “None of that would be open. It’s all closed in, full of weapons or extra troopers. They needed at least three to drive the thing— now, it’d only fit the commander. The driver. The only people who know those tanks well enough to cut out the wiring and hollow them out would be—“

“Yeah.” You breathe out. Of course the Empire was involved, but this looked like a far bigger operation than just your fathers old projects. “So, we know the Empire, or a smaller force of what used to be them, is gathering old, experimental technology and tossing it on an abandoned planet. But, we don’t know who’s running that operation, or why.”

Din wraps his arm around your back and pulls you to him again, knocking the wind out of you. Before you can say anything, process the tightness of his body against yours, your feet leave the panel and you’re airborne again.

“Shit—“ You nearly shout, words muffled into the crook of Dins neck, and you feel him laugh as you bury your face further into the warmth of him. He doesn’t take off particularly fast, and you are pretty sure he’s flying you back down at half the pace he took you up, but your stomach still drops, and your arms pull his head so close your surprised he can see where he’s going. “Warning next time, please.”

“It’s better this way.” He says, the smile in his voice trilling through you, the slow descent nearing a close. As much as you aren’t a fan of flying in the air like this, having him this close is something you’d sacrifice pretty much anything for. “Stop thinking about it.”

“The jetpack is tiny. I don’t know how it holds you up, let alone me.” His other arm wraps around you now, fingers splayed along your ribcage, pressing hard against your skin.

“It’s okay. You’re fine. I promise.” It’s strange, how his words manage to calm you so easily, even with the tension between you.

Before you know it, there’s sand under your feet, and Din is stepping away again.

“We’ll move the ship up, find a place to stake out here for the night. The tracks were fresh, so they probably make regular rounds. If we stay hidden, we should have them by the time the sun rises.” Your eyes widen.

“Have them?”

“You’ll stay on the ship, and I’ll bring them in.” You roll your eyes, walking behind him as you both head back towards the ship. “We need to be quiet, in and out before the notice us. I’ll pick someone off for questioning.”

“I’m not helpless. I can come with you.”

“I didn’t say you were. But you’re staying in the ship anyways.” He slows his pace so you can catch up, his large frame brushing against your arm with every step. “If I need a quick exit, I’ll call you. You’ll have to fly to me.”

You burst out in a short, truncated laugh. You. Fly the Razor Crest. Unattended. In an emergency situation.

“That is hilarious. When they said Mandalorians’ don’t joke, Your voice flattens, and he… wait. He isn’t kidding. “Din. You’re joking, right?”

He laughs when you shove him, still staring straight out towards the horizon. This feels better— this is… better.

You berate him all the way back to the ship, and he keeps laughing.

She was ethereal, almost. Din had seen a thousand skies, watched a million suns set on planets that never etched into his mind— but this was memorable. He would remember this until the end of his days.

You, face nearly pressed to the cold glass of the Crest, watching in wonder as the fourteen suns all set in a simultaneous, almost domino effect behind the horizon. Din admitted it was a sight to watch, but if he were anywhere else, if he were with anyone else who didn’t capture his attention so fully like you did, he doubted he would have noticed.

You haven’t turned back to him in a while. Not since you walked quietly through the hatch, settling yourself pointedly into the co pilots chair. He doesn’t know why you doubt your ability— he hardly had to help you fly through one of the most complicated asteroid belts in the galaxy. You could fly to him with your eyes closed.

He trusts you.

He finds himself waiting for it. Waiting for you to turn back around, focus your steeled eyes on him and smile or make fun of him. He hangs on every word— only managing to hide the way you wrap him in conversation because he was hidden from you. He nearly wishes he wasn’t— that he was more transparent. Maybe then he wouldn’t send so many of the wrong signals.

The truth was he wanted you. He let some other part of him take over during the flight here— spending so much time caring for you, locked away in closed rooms, watching you take slow, shallow breaths, unsure if you’d wake up or not. It did something to him. And then, your hand in his, driving his ship through open space… there was something old and nearly primal in that feeling in his chest. That all of the rest of this was his— and that you could be.

If you could see his face, you’d know.

Instead, you looked crushed when he pulled away. He knew what you’d said before— that you wanted this to be business. You probably had someone waiting for you back home, someone kind and warm, someone who could share moments like this morning with you and not have to pull away. Someone who could kiss you when they wanted, show you how bad they needed you whenever they wanted.

Most of all, someone else could have you tied to them in a way you chose— not by some contract.

Still, it always comes back to your eyes. That look you got, how disappointed you were when he pulled away. It gave him a horrible feeling in his gut, but also hope. There was a spark there, and he couldn’t stifle it any longer.

If you gave him the chance, he was going to let it burn him to the ground.

“Hey.” Din calls to you, voice as soft as melted butter. “We should get set up. It’ll be a long night.”

Your eyes draw away from the fading blasts of orange across the sky, settling on his ink black visor. Sometimes, if he stood in direct sunlight like right now, and he looked up just a little, you swore you could see his eyes. Maybe just an outline, but there was something under there. Maybe it was bad to try and look, but you couldn’t help it. There was a flutter of eyelashes, a glint of the whites of his eyes. One time you think he was smiling, because you swore the hardly-there outline crinkled together.

You, instead of sharing any of these findings, just nod and follow him. When he turns, the light goes with him, and it’s nearly pitch black in the locked down Crest. The baby is hidden away, tucked tightly into his crib after a long day of wandering around and stuffing his face, and now that the Crest is hidden behind a large pile of garbage, it gives you the perfect vantage point on the tank. If it so much as creaks, you and Din will have eyes on it.

When the two of you go back upstairs to the cockpit, Din locks the doors behind you.

“So, who’s taking the first shift?” You hang your legs over the armrest and lean your back against the other side of the chair. “I vote me. I think I’ve slept more in the past two days than I have since I was coronated.”

“We both should stay awake. You watch the south.” He nods to the far side of where the Crest is parked. It’s dark, and you have to lean forward to make out the shapes. If anything moves, hopefully the calm of the sandy surface will be disturbed and make it obvious. “Okay?”

“Sounds good.” You reply, and shift in your seat. For the first time since you’ve met him, the silence is somewhat unpleasant. What happened only a few hours before— that short but intense moment of… intimacy? Something like that. Whatever it was, it still hangs in the air, draping heavily over your shoulders making you want to sink into the floor.

The hum of the ship ceases, and holy stars— it’s so silent. He was quiet by design, by trade, but you were used to filling the gaps. Finding topics that even the advisors and rulers you were least interested in could chat about, but filling this silence right now with Din? You have nothing. Nothing. Maybe you should of taken those talking points Correll offered you before you left—

Being honest with yourself, you could have all the talking points in the world and you’d still only want to ask him one thing.

“Can I ask you a question?” You blurt out, and he turns to you slowly, nodding and then return to watching his side of the planet. “What was that? This morning?”

“What was… what.” His voice is so calculated and calm. It’s… fuck, it’s hot. You shouldn’t think about it at all— but you analysed every word out of his mouth.

“That whole thing. Was that— I know we’ve been stuck together for while, and maybe we’re getting stir crazy or whatever. Was it just a… blip?”

“A blip?”

“Yeah. Like— when you lock two people in a storage closet, somethings bound to happen if they’re stuck there long enough.” Your heart was in your throat, and this was probably the most uncomfortable moment you’ve had in your entire life. Ever. “I know a lot has happened in the past few weeks, and you saved my life, and we’re on this really important trip right now— it’s a lot. I just… I’ve never been good at leaving things how they are—“

“I can tell.”

“And I don’t want anything uncomfortable between us. We’re partners. Good ones. I don’t want to mess that up.” He’s now staring at you, the steady rise and fall of the beskar across his chest giving you nothing. You finally manage to stop rambling when you watch his hands tighten around the armrests. The leather strains under the pull.

“You were uncomfortable?” Your eyes go wide, and a scoff-like laugh bubbles out before you can stop it.

“No. Stars, no, I wasn’t saying that—“ Okay, you tell yourself. Dial it back. “I just know that you are… you know, you. And you don’t want— that. And we’re married, but we aren’t. Married. Really. Plus the whole ‘only business!’ thing we— I said. Well, I said it, but you— you kind of agreed but then there was the whole ‘oh, let me teach you to fly’ as if that wasn’t some kind of move—“

“Hey. It’s okay.” He manages to get in between your insufferable rambling. You were clambering to try and get a lid on your fucking mouth but all it took was three words from him and your mind went blank. Fuzzy, even. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“What? No. I’m not—“ You swallow hard. Twelve years of training as a Queen, and you’re fumbling the minute he looks at you different. Fucking perfect. “You’re just… a lot to handle right now. And it’s late and I’m confused and a little terrified that I’m actually going to have to fly this ship without guidance and crash, stranding us on an abandoned planet no one knows about.”

You look back out to the completely silent planet, and suddenly have the urge to stand up. You get as close to the glass as possible, no longer able to bear the thought of looking at him.

“What are you trying to say?” He tries, the modulator making you shiver at the low, rough tone.

“I’m saying you’re hard to read. I thought I had it down, had you figured out but it’s… more confusing than I thought.” Words are less rambled— you’re more put together when you aren’t staring at him. Yeah, he definitely makes your brain fuzzy.

“I think you have me figured out.” Dins’ boots are loud as they take two steps, telling you he’s stood up. The cockpit is small, and two more will mean he’d be right behind you.

You keep staring out at the desolate planet, ignoring his looming figure over your shoulder.

You laugh dryly at his comment. “You think?”

“I do.” Your eyes shut for a moment, eyelashes fluttering.

“How do you figure that?” You’re out of breath, tired from everything that’s happened today and your rambling outburst, but then he does something that wakes up everything in your body.

You feel his hand, just the tips of his gloved fingers, graze along the back of your forearm.

“You read right through me. I wouldn’t let just anyone bang up my ship like that.” You let out a soft laugh.

“That’s your move, huh? Nearly killing us in the middle of nowhere?” The ship is so quiet, his soft little ‘mhmm’ nearly lost in the still cockpit. It’s gotten darker, too. The suns fully settled for the night on the opposite side of the planet, shrouding the ship so dark that you can only see the outlines of the little red and green buttons on the control pads. “I guess it worked.”

“Did it?” His fingers on your forearm get bolder, leaving goosebumps where they drift a little higher. “Because it seems like I’ve only made you more confused.”

“We can’t— you said it yourself. This… we can’t afford to be distracted.” Your words are hard, but your tone is so, so unconvincing.

“You’re right.” You go to spin around, but his hand wraps around your arm. You’re so shocked by the move that you freeze. “I said that.”

“Yeah…” The air in your lungs evaporates when his hand loosens and travels higher. His fingers trail up past your shoulder, slowly tracing your outline until he brushes past your collarbone.

“This is a business transaction. We signed a contract.” You nod, and he hooks his fingers into the few locks of hair that hang over your face, tucking them behind your ear. “You said you wanted nothing but that.”

“I…did.” Your eyes flutter shut, and you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears. He brushes past your ear and down, letting it drift through the strands and down the back of your neck.

“Why?”

“It’s better if it’s not— complicated.”

“Yeah?” His voice is impossible to ignore, all soft and pillowy like a velvet blanket. You clear your throat, and he steps just a little bit closer. You’re warm all over, feeling him so close. “Is that what you want now?”

“I…”

“Is it what you want?” His hand is still on you, warm through the layer of leather and your clothes— his clothes. “Or have you changed your mind?”

You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his cold helmet against your shoulder, telling you he’s leant down even further. You try your hardest to keep and eye on your post, but the blackened desert is an impossible target compared to what’s behind you. He lets the edge of his helmet drag lightly over your shoulder, like he’s leaving the kiss of metal in place of his mouth.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” You can hear his smile. “You don’t want that anymore?”

“No. I want— complicated.” All in one breath, you blur the lines of your carefully set relationship. Although, the only one who was drawing that line was you.

Your planet. Your rule. That was what was most important to you. It had to be. Out here, all this open space and chasing leads would come to an end, and all this simplicity would stay out here, between the stars. You didn’t have a choice but to shut yourself to the warmth creeping up your back, the soft hand brushing your cheek. You… you had to draw that line.

But a toe across it wouldn’t hurt, right?

A small, tiny step over that stupid line in the sand. Blurring it for a night. That couldn’t hurt anyone. In fact, it might be more painful to turn him away right now.

“Turn around.” He orders softly, and your eyes leave your post as you spin slowly to face him. You tilt your chin up, feeling his fingers catch on your jaw. He lets them slip along the soft skin, as if he’s exploring a part of you he’s never seen before. You wondered how he’d look at the rest of you— if this divine curiosity would follow him all over you. “There you are, cyar’ika.”

It sounds beautiful, whatever that word is, rolling off his tongue in that signature purr he does so well. You smile, letting your lashes flutter under the attention. He lets out a long breath, one that would kiss your cheeks and warm your face if he let it. You have no idea what he has planned for you, but you lean up on your toes and let him do it.

“As pretty as your eyes are, I want you to close them.” You do it so fast it makes him laugh, a soft, nearly gentle sound that breaks the quiet of the ship. “You take orders well— where was that eagerness before?”

“I’m more interested in this.” You say and pout, keeping your eyes shut tightly. He hums, and then moves away.

“Stay like that.” He says, but it sounds… different. Maybe he’s walked too far, but it was almost like his voice was lighter. Not backed with the same kind of cooling confidence he naturally exuded.

Something fell on the ground near you, and you flinched.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He says again, and something else drops. It falls softly, like a piece of material hitting the hull.

“They are closed.” You huff, impatient and a little nervous. What the hell was he doing…

“Good. Keep them like that.” He teases. Your heart manages to calm its rapid beating for a second or two until you hear the unmistakable hiss of a seal being opened.

Leather pulls under the weight of the helmet as he places it down on the chair.

You didn’t have to open your eyes. You could tell— the weight of it, the hiss and sound of his hands against the beskar. You knew he was now standing in front of you, while his helmet was on the pilots seat.

You didn’t so much as breathe.

“I was… I was going to do this on—“ He stutters, thinking for a second. “before. But I think I like you better like this.”

“Sweaty and in the dark?” His soft laugh is unobstructed, and it’s one of your new favourite things.

“The best things for a Mandalorian happen in the dark, cyar’ika.” You’re pretty sure you gasp at the double edged words, your heart skipping several and all too important beats.

“Oh?” You hear him take another step, and your back arches on instinct. “And… what are those things?”

“Let me show you one of them.” You sigh at the sound of his voice. It’s him, but smoother. Warmer. It feels like a gentle brush of warm wind, curving over your chest and settling deep inside of you. When he speaks to you, he only uses the softest murmur, and it makes you weak in the knees.

Then, your face floods with heat as two bare hands take your cheeks in their palms.

His hands were rough. Even through the gloves, you have no doubt they are worn on every day from the relentless hard labour he puts in. The gloves would be more for covering reasons than protection— you think it would actually be easier for him to pull a trigger without them. Maker knows you’ve spent enough time staring at his hands to know their details— every stitch and cross is known to you, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.

They’re big, too. They match the rest of him, the tips of his fingers gently nudging your hairline as his thumbs drag softly along your slightly agape lower lip. You have no doubt you gasped or sighed when he put his hands on you, but you couldn’t help it. It felt good— better than it should. Just having his hands on you, flesh on flesh, was exhilarating in a whole new way. Feeling him like no one else had… or at least you think no one else had.

It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered when he touched you. Then, he leant closer, and all hope was lost.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice hardly above a whisper. His face is so close that his nose bumps against yours, a move that makes you giggle in surprise. You nod rapidly, trying not to wriggle too much and give the impressing that you want him to let go. It’s the last thing you want.

He sucks in a breath, going to say something else, but he must decide against it. Because he leans in then, and your mind fizzles to nothing but the Mandalorian, and the soft, sweet kiss he presses to your lips.

Everything moves in slow motion. The gentle move of his hands threading through your hair, the way he presses just slightly closer, giving you a little more pressure in the kiss. The way he smiles against you when you make a small noise. Everything swirls and flips in your stomach, it’s as if someone has set off a real firework in your stomach.

You take a step in, pressing your body to his. You feel him hard everywhere else— beskar lined along you, and the feeling is comfortable now that his lips are soft and warm and against yours. A reminder of flesh under the steel. You don’t move your hands to his face, afraid to see him that way, and instead settle them on his waist.

You tug on him, his hips stumbling forward after a clumsy step, and then collide with yours. He pulls away for a moment and you nearly whine.

“Din—“

“Mm?”

“Don’t fucking stop now.” You pull him again, and you feel him smile against your mouth.

He takes another step, pressing you between him at the side of the ship as he kisses you again, harder. He’s not as soft— still sweet and gentle but a little more desperate now, the show of hunger making you return it in earnest. He tastes good, so much better than the depths of your imagination could of thought up.

He hooks his hands under your thighs, the small squeak you make muffled into his mouth when you’re suddenly hauled upwards and your legs lock around his waist. It eases the ache in your chest, the closer confines of how he holds you. One arm stays underneath you, effortlessly keeping you suspended while the other holds the back of your neck. He keeps you sealed to him, tongue dancing with your own, and a small groan escapes him at the feeling, sounding low and nearly distant.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe— he was dissipating the rest of the world from you with nothing but warm bare hands and a talented mouth. You fist your hands in his hair and pull a little, not missing the way the soft strands curl around your fingers. You committed every small part he gave you to memory. His hand somehow felt bigger than they looked, and his hair was… long. And soft. Unfairly soft. You tug on it again, and he smiles a little and nips at your bottom lip.

“Don’t be cruel, cyar’ika.” His mouth trails away, leaving warm, wet kisses along your jaw, teeth trailing behind in a soft drag. For someone with their head in a tin can, he certainly knows what to do with his mouth.

“M’not. Y-you…” Breathless, you listen to him chuckle at the state he’s rendered you to. “You have nice hair. Long. Good to pull.”

“Mm. Really…” Mumbled against your neck, you shiver at the playful tone now drifting warmly over your neck.

You manage a small “Yeah. It’s pretty.”

“You can’t see it.” His nose drags up higher, and as he shifts, the hardness of his armour moves between your legs. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

“Shut up, smart-ass.” You grumble and he laughs, but obliges you. It’s slow again, and he licks into your mouth like he’s never tasted something so sweet in his life. He lets out an uninhibited groan, forehead pressing heavily into yours. He moves the arm underneath you, grinding your hips against his armour again, and your eyes roll back underneath your eyelids. “Fuck, Din.”

“You like that, don’t you?” He covers your mouth with his again so you lose your answer. “Sh—shit You’re so soft against me. So perfect.”

You nod as his teeth tug on your lips. “Yeah— yes. Not… not enough, though—“

“I know, I know cyar’ika. Let me—“ He cuts himself off, and with your eyes shut you have no idea what’s happened. It isn’t until he groans and swears under his breath that you know it isn’t good.

“Din?”

“They’re here.” Your back nearly misses the cool press of the side of the ship when Din pulls you off it, taking two or three steps backwards. You yelp in surprise, clinging to him for only a second, and then he leans down and you’re sat in a chair. “Stay.”

“Din—“ You go to stand but he’s too bulky in front of you, pressing a hand to your shoulder, and then he leans forward and kisses you on the forehead.

It’s so stupidly simple, but your heart flutters into a million little butterflies.

“Don’t go alone. Let me come with you.” You whisper into the darkness, your eyes still shut tightly.

“I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t care. Let me go with you.”

“Stay.” He leans forward again, kissing your cheek. “Please.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him say that before. It makes your heart stutter in your chest, and your stomach swirl with uncertainty.

“If you don’t come back, I will destroy this ship coming to get you.” Your eyebrows furrow together, and he laughs. This time, the warmth of it graces your cheeks, and it has you arching off the chair to get closer to him.

“I’ll be back with your enemies, my Queen. Before you know it.” You hear the click of his helmet go back on, and the feeling of him kneeling in front of you leaves too fast to register.

By the time you open your eyes, he’s gone, and the only trace of him left behind is the burn his lips left behind on your now too cold skin.

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[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Would love to hear about The Gang Plays D&D :)

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

I'm SO CLOSE to being finished with this fic. By which I mean I'm 40k in and praying it doesn't go over 50k. Please little fic, please, I'm begging you, do NOT grow up big and strong, stay a reasonable length!

For those of you who might be new and missed the various snippets I've shared, this fic is about the 118 starting a D&D campaign DM'd by Bobby where Buck and Eddie promptly romance one another's characters and refuse to admit that they're romancing one another in real life. Shenanigans ensue.

"What kind of shenanigans?" you ask. Well, I'm so glad you did! Have a snippet:

I want that. I want you. His hips twitch, trying to rut up into the heel of his hand where it’s pressed to his cock. Eddie breathes carefully through his nose. He is not going to get off to this. He’s not. Atton’s going kiss him a lot for that. And then he’s going to wait is there lube? There’s lube in this setting right? Do not fucking text Bobby to ask him if this setting has lube. Yes it has lube. People are people, Buck. Okay but like. What is the lube like. Would we have any? Do you want to roll for it? There’s a suspiciously long pause so Eddie adds, Buck for the love of god you are not rolling a d20 to find out if our characters have lube. They have something, okay? They have like face cream that can also be used as lube. Hey now a lot of creams are topical use only! Buck you have a man with his legs spread willing to fuck you, you have lube. Christ yeah okay fine there’s lube. Eddie closes his eyes, switches to voice-to-text, and resigns himself to burning in Hell. “Pass it to me. I want to feel you open up on my fingers.” He’ll make a really embarrassing noise at that. Eddie can’t help the smirk that slides across his face, imagining Buck responding for real. “Aww, was that a whine, sweetheart?” Fuck you no it wasn’t. Help me out of this stupid robe. “With pleasure.” Buck’s response comes in suspiciously fast given all the words it contains and how much typing it would’ve needed. It’s going to take a minute because I’m going to keep kissing you. Kind of hard to undress each other when we keep kissing but I don’t care I don’t want to stop. You feel really good against me.

Surely this is completely normal behavior and won't blow up in their faces. :3

[ask-playtime-city]

Is the cat still high?

cATnAP: Heheheheheheheheh.

DogDay: Yes, very.

[salternateunreality2]

Cloud’s Oral Fixation (PG version) (AGSZC)

From the @strayheartless archives. The idea of Zack being crafty comes from them, especially re: necklaces <3

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Cloudy having an oral fixation and just quietly nibbling on his boyfriends. Head in neck? Nom nom nom. Near ear lobe? Mlem mlem mlem. Gnaws on gloved hands. Chews on hair. Just. Always. Licking.

Birds have to wear down their beaks, wolf puppies have to chew on things–Cloud just was never going to win. Bonus: he’s from Nibbleheim, hehehehehehehehehe ok ok I’ll see myself out.

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Zack: *getting into it, licking him back*

Cloud: *shocked and disgusted pikachu*

AGS: BRUH.

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He had to cut his hair to stop chewing on it and now Genesis and Sephiroth have to watch him in case he goes after theirs. They like when he idly strokes and plays with everyone's hair, but if he's cozy and sleepy, it's only a matter of time before CHOMP.

Angeal always carrying gum for him.

When he's really sleepy, he'll slow-lick the nearest patch of skin, like a sleepy cat or dog. Mlemmm, mlemmm, mlemmm.

Zack makes him a necklace to chew on and it helps SO MUCH. He makes one with lots of sea glass, so there's always a piece that's dry and cool, which his lil Nibel heart loves.

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Most of the time Cloud’s shy enough that he keeps physical affection as a strictly private activity, but sometimes Spiteful Strife comes out and compels him to crawl on the nearest boyfriend and show off or glare at the world.

Angeal: Well, shall we- Cloud? What? 

Cloud, settling in his lap: That bitch Karen said gays were gross. Kiss me.

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Y'all thought Seph was possessive. Boy, y'ain't met Strife yet, have you?

They hear the sound of camera shutters in the bushes. 

Cloud: Geal I'm going to bite them. 

Angeal: *holding him back* Baby, just ignore them.

Paparazzo: Sephiroth, how's your moth- 

Angeal: *releases the kraken*

Later... 

Paparazzo: Please let us go, haven't we suffered enough?!?! *Bloody, bruised, missing chunks* 

Turks: This was the little blond one's doing, wasn't it? 

Paparazzo: 😭 yes 😭

Turks: Then you deserved it. Now hand over the cameras.

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Sephiroth in a board meeting, Cloud in his lap, chewing on his necklace. 

Shinra: What is that trooper doing in here?!?! 

Hojo: Sephiroth, put that thing down right now! 

Cloud: *growls like a full blown Nibel wolf, drool spilling ominously from the corners of his mouth* 

Sephiroth: No. 

Genesis: For your own safety, I advise you to let this go. 

Angeal: Genesis is not exaggerating. 

Heidegger, who learned the hard way last week: *vigorous nodding*

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