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dean-samw67 · 3 months

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So I thought of something that would actually give me motivation to go back to the gym and that’s being delusional

So hear me out, reader is going to the gym and perving on Carlos while he works out, he confronts reader only for them to deny it and he’s all like “don’t fkn lie to me” and then hanky panky time happens

Don't Play Dumb

Carlos Oliveira X Fem!Reader

(A/N: I got you, I got you. He would probably actually have a restraining order if this was real.)

Warnings!!: Smut (Obvi), Fingering, vaginal penetration, FUCKING HONRY MFS, Don't do this irl

Words: 3537

You hated the gym. Despised it. Yet you continued to go. Why? That answer was simple. The gym hottie. Carlos Oliveira. You had pretty much learned his schedule. Maybe it seemed creepy but he was your motivation. He had dark curly hair that got more curly when he sweat, deep eyes that honestly made your heart melt. And who could leave out his fucking muscles?

So, regularly, you found yourself walking the treadmill while watching him lift weights. You would have offered to be a spotter, but frankly you were too nervous. You had your earbuds in your ears, your show playing on your phone while you walked on the treadmill and kept glancing at Carlos.

Something about today… he looked fucking delicious. His black tank top clung beautifully to his skin as he sweat. His basketball shorts were riding up just a bit, revealing a little bit of his thigh. Shit, you knew how pervy this was, But you couldn’t help it.

You tried your best to look away but sometimes when he moved the right way, and his muscles flexed, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. He made your mouth water and quite honestly, made your panties soaked.

By the end of the workout, it was overall, cleared out. A few stragglers, including Carlos and yourself. You were wiping your neck with a towel, getting your stuff together when you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You didn’t think much of it at first, since it was possibly someone passing by you. But a chuckle brings your attention to the person behind you. You turn with furrowed eyebrows, revealing a sweaty Carlos. His face was red and his hair a mess.

“You look at every guy like that?” He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face and his arms crossed.

“Uh…” Your heart practically gave out. “What?” You try your best to put on an innocent, confused smile.

“Don’t play dumb.” He steps closer to you, your heart wanting to jump out of your throat. “I saw you. You don’t need to lie.” He chuckles. You try to say something but suddenly your mouth feels dry. You were caught in the act. He probably thought you were a weirdo. Which, you probably were. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Well I uh-”

“You need to make your perving less obvious.” He cut you off by leaning down by your ear and lowering his voice. You couldn’t help but stand like a deer in headlights.

“I… I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologize, not really knowing what else to do in this situation.

“So are you gonna answer my question?” He raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you look at all the guys around the gym like that?” All you could do is shake your head, not trusting your voice at this moment. “I just happen to be the lucky man?” He laughs.

“I guess.” You kinda squeak out, your voice clearly displaying nervousness.

His hand slips into yours and you let out a gasp as he chuckles and says, “Good.” Before letting your hand go and walking past you. The smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat made you feel like a feral animal in its mating season. You look down at a small slip of paper that now sat in between your fingers. You open the paper up to reveal a number on it.

***

Sitting at home, you couldn’t help but stare at the small piece of paper as it sat on the coffee table next to your phone. Was it real? Or was he trying to make a fool of you? As if you didn’t feel foolish enough for being caught today. Or maybe he’s noticed before and never said anything? God. Your brain was racing.

You inhale and hold your breath as you pick up your phone and type in his number, staring at it before typing up a text.

Y:Hey, it's the girl from the gym. Is this Carlos?

You quickly toss your phone down as you turn on your tv and try to distract yourself. What the hell was wrong with you? You had never felt this nervous texting a man. But then again none of them had caught you perving on them in the gym until now.

As soon as your phone goes off you stare at it, heart pounding in your chest you could barely hear your show anymore. You pick it up, reading his text:

C:So you know my name?

You throw your phone to the other side of the couch as soon as the text processes. You couldn’t really explain that you found his name out by “accidentally” overhearing his conversation with another gym member. God… you really are a creep, huh? You take a deep breath and pick your phone back up. There was another message from him.

C:What else do you know about me?

Text was an easy way to be confident, right? Right? You take a deep breath and begin to type out a text.

Y:Not as much as I wish.

As soon as you pressed send you wanted to scream. He’s gonna think you are weird. That sounded creepy as fuck. The way he answered so fast made you more nervous.

C:Oh, yeah?

Was that good or bad? You couldn’t tell.

Y:Yeah…

You let out a mini scream as a call comes through. It was his number! What the fuck!? You slowly answer it but stay quiet, unsure what to say.

“You there?” Carlos chuckles after a minute of silence.

“I think.”

“You think?” He laughs, sounding purely amused by your answer.

“Mhm…” You hum as you nod, even if he can’t see you.

“You are funny.” Your heart jumps at the compliment.

“Thank you?” You bite your lip as you laugh quietly. You weren’t trying to be funny, but you’d take it.

“So what else would you want to know?”

“Huh?” You are pulled back to the reality of the situation.

“You said you didn’t know as much as you’d like. So what more would you like to know?” You could practically hear a smug smirk in his voice.

You couldn’t outright say his dick size. So you say: “You.”

“Me? What about me?” He questions.

“Just… you.” You shrug as you answer him.

“I thought I was just eye candy.” You could tell he was joking but it didn’t stop your cheeks from turning a deep shade of red.

“I-” You pause for a moment. “I didn’t mean to-”

“I was joking.” He quickly jumps in and laughs a bit. The sound made you let out a nervous, shaky laugh. After another moment of silence he speaks up again. “So you have a name or just ‘Hot pervy gym girl’?” The ‘hot’ part of it definitely threw you off.

“Uh… I uh… Well-” You chuckle nervously. “Hot?”

He lets out a deep laugh that echoes through the room from your phone. “Yeah.”

“Um… It’s Y/n.” You answer.

“Wow.”

“Wow?”

“Who knew your name would match your beautiful face.” You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Shut the hell up.” You laugh.

“What?” He chuckles.

“You are stupid.” You giggle and look at your phone.

“Hey, that's not very nice. You shouldn’t say that to men you perv on at the gym.”

You sigh as he says it again. “You aren’t gonna let me live that down.”

“Nope.” He sounded very proud of himself.

“Right.”

***

The next day in the gym was interesting. It wasn’t your normal secret staring. As you walked on the treadmill, Carlos kept making eye contact. And he didn’t even try to break it. If he wasn’t watching you watch him, he was very obviously flexing and showing off. Like he knew when you were looking at certain parts.

You inhale deeply and let out a heavy breath as you turn off the treadmill. You grab your stuff before slowly walking over to Carlos, who was just finishing up on the bench press.

“Spot me?” You ask, before looking at the weight plates that were on the bar.

“Yeah. Let me help with this.” He says as he helps you take down the weight and make it even. As soon as he is done helping, he wipes down the bench. You get on and lay back as he stands behind the bar and looks down at you. He did a half ass job of wiping it down, because you could still feel a bit of sweat against your back. But you don’t say anything. Instead you look up at him as you place your hands on the bar.

A part of you couldn’t help but picture you laying like this with him standing over you, and fucking your throat. You shake the thought as you slowly push the bar up and begin to bench press, Carlos keeping a close eye and holding his hands under the bar.

He helps you push the weight up and back into place when finished. You grunt as you sit up and drink from your water bottle. You couldn’t help but notice Carlos’s eyes as they scan over you, a small smirk gracing his face. You look up at him and he looks away, eyes meeting a clock on the wall.

“You know you didn’t completely wipe off the bench.” You point out as you stand up.

“I know.” He looks back at you.

“It’s a little gross, you know?” You wipe the bench off completely.

He leans close to your face, lips just brushing your ear. “Not when you smell like me now.” He chuckles just before standing up and walking away, his hand just brushing your ass. You are left there to blush as you think about what he said. When you turned around, he was no longer in the room. You clear your throat and quickly gather your things, hurrying to the locker room. Fuck, this man was teasing you now. You brush your hand over your face and then head off to take a shower, hoping it’ll relieve some of your pent up feelings.

It was nearing closing time for the gym by the time you finish. So it was mostly empty. You step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body. You walk over to your bag and pull out your change of fresh clothes.

You hear the door to the locker room open, and don’t think much of it. Probably just another woman finishing up for the day. As you pull out your clothes you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist. You let out a sharp gasp and elbow whoever it was in the gut. The groan and step back quickly, allowing you to turn around and look at them.

“Carlos!” You gasp as you see who it was. He was leaning over grunting, holding his side.

“I would not want to mess with you. You are stronger than you look.” He laughs as he rubs the spot you had elbowed him.

“I am sorry. Do you sneak up on women often in the ladies locker room?” You joke a bit as you walk to his side.

“I guess we both are weird pervs.” He jokes as he stands up straight.

“Shut up.” You laugh as you roll your eyes. “I never snuck into the men's locker room.”

“You don’t want to. It's scary. And I am a man.” He chuckles as he takes a seat on a nearby bench. You scoff with a laugh as you walk back to your bag. “You washed off my scent.” He teases.

You blush a bit as you bite your lip and chuckle. “Just wanted to wash my own sweat off.”

“Maybe I have to make you smell like me again.” You could hear him get up but keep your eyes on your bag as he walks up behind you. Your heart was racing.

“How do you intend to do that?” You question, your voice quiet as you fiddle with the hem of your towel. He steps up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. This time you don’t even flinch as his hands find the opening of your towel. His hand makes contact with the bare skin of your stomach and waist. You gasp at how warm his hand felt in contrast to the cool air of the locker room.

“May I?” He asks and you already knew what he was asking for. All this sexual tension and he still made sure to ask. It struck you with something. And in full honesty, made you want to fuck him even more than you already did.

“You may.” You nod, your eyes fluttering closed. Carefully, he pulled your towel off of your body, tossing it on the bench with your stuff. Immediately his hands find your waist, caressing along it. A gasp escapes your lips as his mouth finds a place on your neck, kissing and gently biting at the skin. You didn’t even have to look at him. You could tell he was debating whether he should leave marks or not. And ultimately, he decided to. You could feel his mouth become a little more rough when he makes this decision.

“Fuck…” You let a whimper escape your lips. It is easy for Carlos to tell you may be a little touch deprived. He doesn’t mind. He will just satisfy all your needs that you left untouched.

“Feeling good, meu amor?” That fucking accent while he called you that, sent you into a spiral.

“Fuck you, Carlos.” You chuckle as a soft moan escapes your lips when his hand begins to travel down your stomach.

“So defensive.” He chuckles. “You’ll be putty in no time, don’t you worry.” You could feel his smirk against your neck just before his fingers found your swollen clit. You let out a whine and feel your legs turn to jelly immediately. Why does he have this effect on you? How could one man do all this?

“You are soaking wet, meu amor… Been thinking about something recently?” He teases.

“Maybe. There seems to be this guy… ah… that I think about… some-sometimes…” You stutter through your moans as his fingers rub circles on your most sensitive spot on your body.

“He must be a real catch to have you this wet.” He chuckles as he nips at your shoulder, his calloused fingers moving down to your dripping hole.

“Must be…” You repeat his words as it feels as though your head is spinning. Jesus, you really are touch starved.

“May I?” He asks again, his fingers spreading your wetness over your swollen pussy lips. You can only muster a nod in this moment before his middle finger is slipping into your cunt with ease.

“Shit!” You let out a gasp and whine as he does this. He smirks as he thrusts his finger in and out of you.

“How long has it been since someone has done this to you?” He can’t help but laugh at your reactions.

“Don’t laugh…” You whimper, bucking your hips forward as he adds a second finger.

“It’s cute, darling, don’t worry.” He smirks and nips at your ear. The palm of his hand would brush against your clit with each thrust of his fingers, getting you closer to the edge even faster. You reach up to cover your face as it contorts with pleasure. His free hand is quick to push them down. “Let me see you. I want to see that pretty face when you cum on my fingers.”

“Carlos…” You whimper as you look back at him.

“That’s it. Good girl…” He whispers as he curls his fingers with each movement inside you. It hit the right spot and was getting you closer and closer to that high. Your wetness was dripping down his fingers. It was a mess. And you had just showered too.

“I… I’m gonna…” You moan and whine, biting on your lip.

“Already? I told you that you would be putty.” Carlos chuckles as he continues the repetitive movement with his hand, not slowing or stopping. Within your body is shaking and your walls are tightening around his fingers as you reach that peak.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Carlos.” You can’t control the line of curses and his name as they leave your mouth.

“Look at that. So pretty.” Carlos smirks as he takes a seat on the bench, sitting you on his lap as he does so. You could feel the very prominent bulge against your ass as he does this. You don’t say anything as you attempt to catch your breath.

After just a moment of regulating your breathing he is lying you down on the bench and hovering over you. You stare up at him, eyelids a bit heavy.

“We aren’t done.” He had that stupid smirk on his face like always. You hear him fiddling with his belt, undoing it and then his button on his pants following. He pushes his pants down enough to let his cock fall free of his confinements. He was above average. Definitely the biggest you had seen in person. His tank top was pushed up so you could see his happy trail. It made you horny all over again. Which was pretty easy for him to do. He pulls your legs up, holding them under the knees and keeping them spread apart. This allowed him a full view of your already spent cunt. He chuckles as the tip of his cock brushes against your soaked entrance.

“May I?” There were those two words again. You had let him destroy you with his fingers and he still was asking if he could do this.

“Yes.” You nod and stare up into his eyes. As you do so he carefully sinks his cock into your swollen pussy.

“Holy fuck!” You grunt and grit your teeth, a slight pain from his size. It was not awful but not something you are used to.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be slow.” He whispers as his arms are placed on the bench above your head. Your legs now rested against his thighs as he slowly moved his hips against yours. He keeps his eyes on your face to make sure he wasn’t making it worse. It didn’t take long for that pain to fade into pure pleasure and you were thrusting your hips to meet his and encourage him.

With that he grunts in your ear as his hips pick up the pace. Your hands find their way around his body and your nails find his back. You were still sensitive from the earlier orgasm, making this more intense. There is a slapping of your hips against his with each thrust he took.

“Good girl. Taking me so well.” His praises just fill you with more pleasure than before. He could feel the soft clench of your walls around him from his words and it made him feel absolutely insane. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent, which was now mixed with his.

“Carlos… please…” You can barely whine out as your nails drag down his back.

“What? Use your words, meu amor.” He bites on your earlobe as his grunts and groans.

“More, please.” Your words come out just as a whimper but he doesn’t hesitate to comply and pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as your back arches off of the bench you laid on.

“That what you wanted, sweetheart? More of my cock?” He moans against your skin. You can muster up a nod but the only thing falling from your mouth at this moment was pleas of pleasure. He chuckles through his own sounds of pleasure as his hips rock against yours. You knew that you were already teetering on the edge of a second release, in hopes he was at the same point as you.

You could feel your legs shuttering against his toned thighs and that only fueled his ego more, making him slam into your dripping cunt with more vigor. His back at this point was covered in scratches from your nails, and each one elicited a groan from his lips.

“I… gonna… ah, fuck!” You couldn’t even warn him before you are tipping over the edge and the walls of your pussy are clenching around his thick cock. He grunts and stabilizes himself on the bench with his arms as his thrusts come to a complete stop and his hot cum fills your spent cunt. As the two of you are left to fall down from your high, the locker room is filled with heavy breathing and soft whimpers.

“You did so well.” Carlos breathes out before capturing your lips with his as if rewarding you for this. It wasn’t until you pulled away and took notice of the clock on the wall, realizing that it was five minutes to close and you both would have to rush to get out of here.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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INEVITABLE [2]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, mentions of the slave trade, canon violence, blood and injuries

word count: 6,030

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

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02: FALLING FOR YOU

"courage is knowing it might hurt, and doing it anyways. stupidity is the same. and that's why life is hard." ⏤jeremy goldberg

It had been a very long time since Din was nervous before a hunt. Wary, maybe, or concerned, but not nervous. He had retreated to the Razor Crest for the night, needing the time to mentally and emotionally spiral while in the safety of his own ship, then the next day he started tracking you down once more. Din thought surely you would’ve left Bespin entirely, but he tracked you back to a cantina. A different cantina. But still.

Just as he had yesterday, Din simply stepped into the building. He had planned to be more tactful today, but realizing you were in another cantina had been curious enough to throw him off entirely. You sat at the bar this time, turned so you could lean your back against the counter, with pretty eyes glancing around the room. Your eyes darted to him, away, then back again. Din expected a lot of reactions to his presence, but he never would’ve guessed that you’d roll your eyes with a huff and turn back around.

What the hell?

Din crossed the room. Grogu whined from inside the closed pram floating behind him. The child hated being locked away, and Din hated locking him away, but he didn’t trust himself around this quarry. And that’s what you were. A quarry. He had to remind himself of that again.

“Can I buy you a drink, bucket head?” You asked. Din narrowed his eyes at you in a glare⏤ knowing good and well you couldn’t see it, but it made him feel better to do it. You glanced over your shoulder at him with that same infuriating smirk you shot him yesterday. “What’s your poison of choice?”

“You’re coming with me.” Din demanded.

“Mmm, no thanks.”

Din shook his head, “That wasn’t a choice.”

“It kind of felt like a choice when I kicked your ass yesterday and ran.” You snickered. “Mandalorian.”

The way you said his title was mocking and it made Din’s skin bristle with irritation. His hands drifted to his hips and he leaned in toward you. “Get up now.”

You groaned. “Seriously, bucket head⏤”

“Don’t call me that.” He snapped.

“⏤what do I have to do to get you off my back?” You had continued on, unphased by his demeanor. “Credits? Is that what gets you going in the morning?” You turned back around, maintaining your confident posture, and it put your face by his. “I can get you some credits. Probably. Do you take IOUs?”

Din tried to keep his composure. He had dealt with plenty of quarries who mouthed off to him, but this was the quickest it had actually worked. Din leaned back to stand tall once more. You quirked an eyebrow up at him and he locked his jaw. He wondered if you could hear his teeth grind together. Din reached to his belt, pulling off the binders, and slammed them on the counter by you.

“Put them on.”

“That’s a bit lazy of you, don’t you think?” You replied. “At least all the other hunters I faced did their own dirty work.”

Briefly, Din felt a flash of anger at the thought of a bunch of hunters manhandling you. It was gone as quick as it came, and the feeling was replaced with annoyance that it came at all. This soulmate thing was becoming a real nuisance. Fine. You wanted to make this difficult? Din would be the bounty hunter you expected him to be.

Din grabbed you by the wrist roughly, spinning you in your seat so he could twist your arm behind you. His other hand grasped you by the back of the neck and he slammed you into the counter. The sound of your grunt of pain made his grip marginally loosen. He leaned in once more, “Anything to say now?”

“Now? No.” You replied. “But I’ll let you know if I think of something.”

If Din thought fate had been ridiculous before for picking a quarry as his soulmate, he was really hating it now. Not only was his soulmate a quarry, but it was a smartass slave trader with the most aggravating of smirks. Maker, he was looking forward to shoving you into the carbonite freezer. Din grabbed the binders off the counter and connected it to both your wrists behind your back. He ripped you up and out of your seat then without a beat he began to shove you out of the cantina.

You begun to kick your feet, slowing your pace, and Din grabbed you by your upper arm so he could drag you along as needed. Din turned his head to look at you in skepticism. Yesterday, you had been quick to plan an escape route, but now you were going willingly? He didn’t trust it.

“Tell me, why would you go to a second cantina knowing I’m chasing you?” Din blurted.

“You want me to just reveal my grand master plan? I think not.” You chuckled. “You can just keep on wondering, bucket head.”

“It’s… reckless.” Din wanted to use the word ‘stupid’, but he couldn’t force it out.

You shrugged best you could with his hand wrapped tightly around your arm. “I’m reckless. What’s your point?” He shouldn’t have even asked. Din shook his head and mumbled curses under his breath. He was able to get you a few more streets over before you cried out in pain and hunched over. “Ow, ow. Wait⏤ Hang on.”

Din’s feet skidded to a stop. “What?”

“My leg. I just⏤ Let me lean for a second, okay?” You grunted and limped over with him in tow to lean against a hand railing. Din looked for any obvious injuries. “You’ve been dragging me down the road, you ass.”

Guilt rolled through him like a crashing wave no matter how much he tried to hold it back. His fingers loosened around your upper arm. Half a sigh left his lips a fist suddenly slammed up into his side right under his diaphragm making his breath stutter. Din spun, but you had already hooked one end of the binders around his wrist and the other to the metal bar you had been leaned against. He went to grab you, but you threw yourself over the bar and away from him. His hand shot to his blaster, but Din found it in your hand.

“How…” He breathed and glanced down at his situation.

Din reached for the keys on his belt, but while one of your hands held him at blaster point the other held up the keys. He blinked in shock. Din would never admit it aloud, he could barely admit it to himself, but he was mildly impressed. In fact, he’d be very impressed if his anger wasn’t overshadowing everything else.

“I’m a pickpocket. Should’ve warned you.” You shrugged. “Listen, how about we end our working relationship here.” Din huffed and tried to pull his arm free from the metal bar uselessly. “I’ve hit all the cantinas I need to in this city so I’m gonna be on my way, and I’m gonna leave you here. Let’s just agree to part ways as bitter friends.”

Din gnashed his teeth. “Release me. Now.”

“Yikes.” You made a clicking noise with your mouth. “You’re not exactly in the position to be making demands, bucket head.” You threw the key over your shoulder and then tossed the blaster as well⏤ so both would be out of reach from him. “It was so nice to meet you, by the way. Would love to never meet up again.”

You winked at him and he glared at you the entire time you sprinted away. Din turned to the pram to see Grogu had already opened the hatch and was staring at him. Din tugged on the binders once more, fruitlessly, then motioned to them. Grogu hopped out of his pram with a mischievous giggle and Din let his head fall against the metal bar with a ‘clang’.

The Mandalorian was pestering. You had a bad feeling he wouldn’t just give up. In fact, arguably, he could come after you with a vengeance after you hooked him to a metal bar. He’d get out free, but you hoped you could get a few worlds away before he did. You had a feeling no matter who he asked on the street to grab the key and blaster they’d steer around him without making eye contact. The faults of being an intimidating Mandalorian, you supposed.

You were on your way back to the local tarmac in hopes that you could bum a ride off someone. As you walked, you had pulled out your list to scratch names off. Technically, there were a few other places you needed to check, other cities, but it’d be a little awkward for you to sit in your third cantina of this world and have the Mandalorian walk in again. Maybe for now you’d put off the rest of Bespin and come back later.

“Lookie, lookie.” A whiny voice sang in a tone that made you wince. A slimy looking human stepped into your path from around the corner. A group of four other unfamiliar men stepped out behind him. He whistled. “The Mandalorian’s friend is all alone.”

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief. “Friend? Excuse me?”

“Don’t play coy.” He snapped. “We saw you with him.”

“Yeah, alright, and what part of seeing us together made you think we’re friends?” You scoffed. “Was it the part where I broke a bar stool over his head or when he put me in a pair of binders?”

The men behind the first began to mumble skeptically, but the first refused to cave, “No, no. I’m telling you the two of them are⏤ look! Look, here he comes to save her already!” You stiffened in shock and whirled around to see the silver Mandalorian stalking toward you from down the road. How in the hell had he gotten out that quickly? “What did I tell you, boys?”

You scanned the area. To your right were the backs of buildings and the closest alley was further down, beyond the men blocking you. To your left was literally nothing. A protective guard rail and a view of the clouds. So that was out. And now you had a fucking bounty hunter stalking you from behind. Great.

“How about this,” You hissed, “Let me pass then you can beat up on the tin can, yeah?”

“Boss, I don’t think she’s⏤”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” The man snapped. “Get the kriff out of our way.” You gave the Mandalorian, who had paused, a brief salute and hurried past the men who left a space for you. You got a few steps away when you heard the man speak once more. “Don’t forget, I want that beskar. As for the kid, we can just sell it.”

You came to a screeching stop. A chill ran up your spine. A kid? You turned around to see the men slowly approaching the Mandalorian who continued to stand his ground. The pram behind him now rested right beside him and the hatch was open to reveal a small, green creature with large ears and wide, innocent eyes. A kid. Fuck.

The men had completely forgotten about you to focus on the Mandalorian so not a single one of them noticed when you began to approach them once more. In a swift, practiced motion, you drew your dagger and threw it with a precision that came from years of ingrained muscle memory. The blade buried itself into the back of the closest man, and his scream of agony made his friends pause and whirl back around. The Mandalorian took this as his opportunity to strike.

You lunged forward to get your blade back while hiding behind the man’s body best you could to avoid being hit by stray blaster fire. He spun, startling you, and began to swing out to try and make contact. You ducked under his arms to avoid a blow but that put you further into the fray. You didn’t notice the attack coming from your side until an elbow slammed into your face. You heard a crunch, felt the warm blood spray down your face, and with a groan, you hit the ground dazed. One on one you did fairly well in a fight, but more than that and you struggled. You rolled over and glanced up to see even more people showed up to the fight⏤ all friends of the ones you were fighting. They came up from behind the Mandalorian.

Once you were on the ground, it seemed like nobody cared about your presence at all. They swarmed the bounty hunter in a mass. You knew beskar was rare, but this seemed like overkill. A young cry filled the air and you spotted one of the men rushing toward you with a squirming bundle in his arms. The roar of anger that left the Mandalorian was ground shaking, words in a language you didn’t recognize ringing loudly, and it was followed by a wave of fire from his vambrace as he took on every single adversary that came at him.

You jumped up as the guy with the kid rushed by, and on instinct you ran after. Your face throbbed with pain, but you didn't let it hinder your speed. Luck was on your side and the man ended up cornering himself by staying too close to the railing. When he tried to turn down a different road you were able to cut him off and back him up against the guard rail once more.

He reached for the blaster at his hip, but you were faster. You drew the weapon from under your jacket and aimed it at his head. “Don’t.”

“What?” The man narrowed his eyes. “What the kriff is that?”

“Firearm.” You replied. “Nice, isn’t it?” He shifted and you tilted your head. “The slug in this weapon isn’t meant for you. Set the kid down, and I’ll let you walk away.”

The child in his arms squirmed enough to be able to look at you and even from this distance you still couldn’t tell what species it was. But, you could see the kid was young⏤ a toddler at best. You stayed firm in your stance, and the man was nervously shifting as if trying to gauge how serious you were. As if to prove your point further, you pulled back on the revolver’s hammer so the slug clicked into place.

Slowly, the man held the kid away from his chest in surrender but he stopped suddenly, “How do I know you won’t shoot me the second I hand the kid over?”

“I told you,” You said, “This slug has someone else’s name on it.”

“What about the Mandalorian?” He cried. “He’ll kill me.”

“Probably.” You shrugged. “But I figure, you set the kid down and you’ll have time to run at the very least. You hurt the kid, and that block of angry beskar is going to stomp your teeth down your throat.” You gave him a mocking grin. “So, make your choice and make it quick.”

Blaster fire came much too close and you had to duck to avoid being hit by a stray bolt. The Mandalorian was barreling in your direction while the last few fighters fired after him. He barked something and you turned back to see the man holding the kid had been hit. He slumped to the side, hitting the guard rail, and with a surprised chirp the kid went right over the side of the city.

You dropped the firearm and leapt over the edge right after him.

It was perhaps one of your least thought out plans, but the moment your hands grasped the kid you spun in the air and used all the momentum you had to throw him right back over the rail. The few broken bones or concussion he might get from being thrown so violently was better than the fate you were about to meet. Loud wind whipped past you as you fell. This is not how you thought you’d be leaving the world of the living and despite your entire body being filled to the brim with terror and fear as you hurtled through the air there was still just enough room for regret to take root.

Not regret at leaping over the edge for a kid you didn’t know.

Regret that you never got to see the life leave Viktor’s greedy eyes.

Nothing could have surprised you more than a solid force tackling you from behind. The air left your lungs while firm arms wrapped around you and the trajectory of your fall changed as you were suddenly being rocketed up. Glancing over your shoulder best you could, you spotted a chest of silver beskar. Before you could comprehend what was happening your feet touched down on solid ground. The hands wrapped around you dropped and you found yourself falling to your hands and knees⏤ still shaky from falling a few hundred feet.

“Patu.” A chirp followed by excited babbling made you lift your head to see the child standing right in front of you. He reached out and gave your face a little pat. He looked entirely unharmed. The situation was starting to become clear once more and you saw your firearm lying on the ground out of your peripherals.

You lunged for the weapon, but a heavy boot dropped down to rest on it⏤ pining it to the ground. Sheepishly, you peered up to see the Mandalorian staring down at you with his hands on his hips. You pressed your lips together and then scrunched your nose out of habit only to wince in pain from the movement. You cleared your throat. “We, uh, need to stop meeting like this.”

“Get up.” He said tensely. You sighed and pushed to stand, dusting off your pants, and tried to puzzle out if you could make a clean getaway by breaking into a sprint now. The Mandalorian stepped forward, lifting a hand to your face and you flinched back. “Stop. Stay still.”

The bounty hunter’s hands cupped your face in an almost tender way. Your eyes widened in confusion both at his actions and the flickering flame of warmth that sparked in your belly at being this close to a man who was hunting you. His hands shifted, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, and then he used both thumbs to snap your nose into place. You let out a howl of pain and shoved him back, “What the⏤” You lifted to touch your nose and realized it wasn’t nearly as tender anymore. “What the hell, man!?”

“Your nose was broken.” He replied.

“Yeah? Well, warn a girl!” You scoffed.

The Mandalorian tilted his head. “Would you have let me fix it if I warned you?” No. Of course not. You mocked him under your breath by mumbling his words. He nodded. “Thank you.”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you. For saving my son.”

You glanced back at the small child standing by your boot now. He gave your leg a little pat before waddling over to this father. The Mandalorian picked him up and you wondered if the man under the armor was just as green as the kid. How did he fit ears like that under his helmet?

You pointed down to his boot, “That’s mine. Giving it back to me and letting me walk away would be a real cool thank you gift.” The metal pram from earlier drifted toward the two of you and when it came to a stop the boy jumped from the armored arms holding him into the floating crib. You were surprised to see the man move his boot out of the way and bend over to pick up your weapon. The Mandalorian held it out to you and your lips twitched up in excitement. “Glad to see we could settle this, bucket head.”

The second your hand grabbed the firearm you realized he wasn’t letting it go, but before you could tug or even speak his other hand shot up and clicked one binder around your wrist. You gasped, “You dick.” You could’ve sworn a chuckle left the helmet’s modulator. He tucked the firearm into his belt and then clicked the other half of the binder to his own wrist. “Is this because I called you bucket head?”

“That didn’t help.”

“So, I save your kid, and you still arrest me?”

“Yes.” He nodded and leaned into your space to pull the blade from the sheath around your thigh. He tucked that into his belt as well and took a few steps away. You dug your heels in. “Walk.”

“What about⏤”

“Walk.”

You grumbled in annoyance and picked up your feet. He seemed nonplussed with having to drag you down the road and it looked like his end goal was the tarmac where you had initially planned to be. The pram lingered beside you and the green child was babbling excitedly as if the two of you were having a full blown conversation. You kept glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Your kid talks a lot.” You said, tugging on the arm connected to him⏤ not that it seemed to bother him.

“So do you.” He hit back.

“That’s…fair.” You admitted. “Where are you taking the savior of your child?”

“I could’ve saved him without you.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, well, if I knew you had a kriffing jackpack I would’ve let you.” The Mandalorian came to a sudden stop and it jerked on your arm. “Bucket head, come on! Seriously?”

“You didn’t know I had a jetpack?”

You narrowed your eyes at him trying to figure out the catch behind this obvious trick question. You shook your head. “Why would I know that?”

“When we met, I saw you watching me.” He replied. “You were checking me for all my weapons.”

You winked, “Maybe I was just checking you out.”

“Stop.” The Mandalorian said firmly and started walking again. The two of you got a few more feet before he spoke up once more. “If you didn’t know I had a jetpack, why would you jump over the edge?”

“Did you miss the part where your kid went flying over first?”

“You’d be willing to die for a stranger?”

You shrugged. “He’s a kid.” The Mandalorian stopped again and turned to stare at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in mild annoyance. Why was this conversation still happening? Maker, at this point you were hoping to be thrown in a carbonite freezer just to avoid his heavy gaze and questions. “Can you finish arresting me please?”

After a beat, the Mandalorian began to walk and you took that as a victory. You’d take what you could get today.

Watching that bastard grab Grogu and run away while he was left trapped in a mob of smugglers was the most rage Din had felt in quite a long time. He had been ruthless in cutting down the men that swarmed him, and he would’ve killed every last one in that moment if he had the time. As soon as he had a window, Din was sprinting after the man who had taken his son.

Din hadn’t even realized you were still around until he saw you holding the man at the end of your weapon. The blaster bolts that fired around him missed you by an inch, but it hit the man right in the side and all of Din’s rage turned to fear when he watched Grogu get thrown over the edge. Even knowing he’d be able to fly after him⏤ it didn’t stop his stomach from turning to lead. Then fear morphed into absolute confusion when he watched you drop your weapon and literally leap over the railing. You disappeared out of sight and seconds later Grogu came flying over the railing back to safety. Din lunged forward to catch the kid before he hit the ground.

“Gev!” Din set Grogu on the ground, pointing at the boy to make it known he was serious, and then Din dove over the edge.

He didn’t understand, couldn’t fathom, what was going through your head. What kind of quarry would stop mid-escape to risk their life in the way you had? You had been in the clear. The smuggler’s let you pass and instead of disappearing when the opportunity presented itself, you came back and stabbed one of them. Din hated to admit it, but he had also been very aware that you stayed in the fight and he had a visceral reaction to watching you get elbowed in the face hard enough to collapse.

It was how the smugglers got the opportunity to grab Grogu.

Like a kriffing idiot, he had gotten distracted and nearly lost his son because of it.

‘He’s a kid.’ Your voice echoed through his head the entire walk to the tarmac. Initially, Din had been confused why you’d trust him to actually catch you. Did you actually know who he was? Your soulmate? And you assumed he’d have to catch you? But, when you admitted that you had no idea he even had a jetpack, Din felt floored. You hadn’t jumped over the edge trusting he’d catch you. You jumped over the edge thinking it was going to be the last thing you ever did, and you did it to save a stranger. No, a kid. That’s what you said. The look on your face, the tone of your voice, it was natural instinct for you. The obvious choice.

You hadn’t given sacrificing your life for a child a second thought.

Din hadn’t decided yet if that made you honorable or insane.

A thought drifted through him before he could stop it. It was an action taken right out of a Mandalorian’s playbook. He forced it out of his head. You were not a Mandalorian. You were a quarry wanted for slave trading. A quarry. His soulmate quarry. Dank farrik. Din lowered the ramp of the Razor Crest and led you on.

“Can I use the fresher before you shove me in carbonite?” Din did a double take at your words⏤ a common occurrence with you he was learning. You seemed to be entirely serious with your request though. You shrugged nonchalantly. “Being frozen with a full bladder is miserable.”

“You’ve been in carbonite before?”

You paused then pointed to your face with a tight lipped smile. “Bounty.”

“I’m not putting you in carbonite.” Din replied. He ignored the confusion drawn on your features and closed the ramp. Din then unlatched the binders and pointed down the very short hall. When Peli had rebuilt the Crest for him he had it modified for just a bit more space, but the fresher was nearly laid out in the same position. “Fresher’s that way. There’s no weapons in there.”

Din wanted to get the ship up in the air right now, but he didn’t trust you not to make a break for it. He got Grogu settled with a ration bar and then he perched himself on the edge of a supply crate facing toward the fresher. While waiting, Din pulled your weapon out from his belt and admired the metal work. A slugthrower. Impressive. He hadn’t seen one in a hot minute, and this one was built by someone who knew what they were doing. The dark metal was carved with swirls and designs of gold. The handle carved in wood and ivory. Though he hadn’t seen one in ages, Din was familiar with firearms. He popped out the ornate cylinder and raised an eyebrow at the single slug loaded in. All other five slots were empty.

The other weapon you carried was a simple metal dagger. Not as rare, but vibroblades were more popular.

The mystery of who you were seemed to grow with every second he was stuck with you.

Din set the firearm down by his thigh and unintentionally his hand drifted up to rest over his left ribcage where your words stained his skin. ‘Would you really arrest your soulmate?’ All those years he thought those words, rolled them around in his head, there was a sharp difference. Now, he heard the words in your voice rather than his own. Even once he rid himself of you, that would linger.

He heard you shifting in the fresher and drew his own blaster to rest on his thigh⏤ pointed toward where you’d be, but with the trigger finger resting on the side of the weapon. He didn’t think he’d need to use it, but if Din had learned one thing about you thus far it was that you were unpredictable.

The fresher doors slid open and you stepped out. When your eyes landed on him, you let out a huff and lifted your hands in surrender. “You did a lot of work to just shoot me now.” Din motioned to the ladder leading up into the cockpit with his blaster. “You… want me to climb?” He pushed off the crate and gave a single nod. “Yeah, alright, sure.” You sighed and walked to the ladder. You paused to glance over your shoulder to Grogu who was still scarfing down his ration bar. “Your dad is kind of a dick. Anybody tell you that before?”

“Buir!” Grogu laughed and followed it with babbling.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” You mumbled to yourself and began to climb. Din followed. He wanted answers from you as much as he wanted to get off this world. At the top of the ladder, Din passed you and ushered you into the cockpit. He pointed to the passenger seat and didn’t miss how you rolled your eyes before dropping down. Din took his own seat, but spun the pilot’s chair around to face you first. He pulled the binders from his belt.

“Hands.” He ordered.

“Oh, good.” You smirked and offered him your wrists. “I was starting to miss these things.”

Din clamped them in place then turned back to begin lift off. It wasn’t until hyperspace that he turned back around, and Din was startled to see your eyes had been drooping closed. At his movement, they snapped open once more and your posture stiffened. He took the moment to really soak you in. Specifically, he let his eyes trace the golden band around your neck⏤ the lights of hyperspace reflected off the material same as it did his own beskar. At first glance, he’d label it a gaudy accessory that didn’t match the worn down nature of the rest of your outfit. However, even from here Din could see the faint scars that half hid under the gold.

It wasn’t a necklace. It was a collar.

“What now, bucket head?”

“Now, you tell me why someone who is clever enough to escape multiple bounty hunters is reckless enough to visit another cantina right after running into me.”

You shrugged. “Maybe you’re not as intimidating as you think you are.”

Din leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, “All the other hunters find you in bars as well. Why’s a slave trader visiting every cantina in the galaxy?”

He really doubted the backstory the bounty puck was giving him now, seeing the metal that adorned your neck, but Din wanted to see your reaction. There was a brief flash of anger across your face, gone as quick as it came, and Din could tell you were biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from saying whatever words were spinning around in your head right now. Finally, you smirked, “I’m on the search for the galaxy’s best cocktail.” You leaned forward. “You wouldn’t believe what world is in the lead, Mandalorian.”

Din wasn’t sure what was more ironic⏤ that fate lumped him together with a quarry or that fate picked a person who never knew when to shut up. He shook his head, “You asked me earlier what it would take to get me off your back.” Your eyes marginally widened. “Do you still want to know?”

“Name it.” You answered.

“I want answers.” He stressed and watched as your jaw locked in irritation again. “What are you searching the galaxy for?”

For a long moment, you just stared at him. Din could see you analyzing him. It was that simple action, and the way he saw you sizing him up when you first met, that told him you weren’t just some mouthy, arrogant idiot. You were clever. It was probably how you escaped so many bounty hunters in the past.

You shrugged, “Revenge.”

The answer didn’t necessarily startle him. It was only revenge, love, and greed that could have someone dedicate so much time to their end goal. Piecing together the parts of the puzzle he had gave him a blurry image. Din nodded, “Whoever you’re going after, do they deserve it?”

“Yes.” You replied without even a pause. “They do.”

You didn’t fully understand the line of questioning being thrown your way, but considering the options it wasn’t the worst scenario you found yourself in. The Mandalorian had turned back around without another word after asking you his last question and it now left you sitting in your seat exhausted and confused. More than anything you craved sleep. After your last 24 hours that wasn’t surprising. What did surprise you was how easily you were dozing off while being in this too small cockpit with the Mandalorian bounty hunter. It was like your stupid body didn’t perceive him as a current threat.

Maybe he wasn’t. He said he wasn’t going to throw you in the carbonite freezer, and from what you knew about Mandalorians they were the type who held honor above nearly everything else. You had given your freedom to save his kid and you prayed he didn’t take that action lightly.

“I have another question.” The Mandalorian spoke without turning.

“Alright, but if you get another one then I’m allowed one now too.” You argued.

You just barely saw the tilt of his helmet in agreement. A part of you hoped he was done questioning you about your goals in life. It wasn’t a topic you wanted to explore any further with this stranger. But, the Mandalorian caught you off guard by veering far away from his previous questions.

“What you said when we met…” He hummed, “What did you mean by that?”

“The soulmate thing?” You snorted. “Yeah, hilarious, isn’t it? You spooked me for a second with how quiet you got after I said it, but now I know silence is just your go-to intimidation tactic, bucket head.” From where you sat you could see him stiffen and assumed it was from your chosen nickname for him. “Does your kind even have soulmates? Do I need to explain⏤”

“My kind?” He finally glanced over at you.

“Yeah. Whatever you are.”

“I’m human.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, you’re not allowed to sound so surprised that I didn’t know. You’re covered from head to toe in metal, and I just assumed you were the same kind as your kid.”

“Grogu was…adopted.” He replied.

Huh. Grogu. That was the kid’s name. Well, that was one of two that you got. You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees after he turned back around to scan a map on the control panel. “So? What do I call you then? What’s your name?”

“Mando. You can call me Mando.”

“Mando as in Mandalorian?” You laughed. “Maker, even ‘bucket head’ is more imaginative than that. You seriously go by that?” Mando didn’t reply and you snickered some more under your breath before leaning back. “I’ll consider it, bucket head.”

You could hear him mumble a string of words that you were going to assume was his native language. You'd also assume he was cursing. That's usually the response you got. The cockpit was filled with the comfortable silence of hyperspace and despite being seated on a metal chair, you began to doze off again. It was getting harder and harder to keep your heavy lids open, and faintly you thought you heard the Mandalorian speak once more before you lost the battle against unconsciousness.

“Sleep, mirdala runi. You’re safe.”

mando'a translations:

gev: stop (stay) /// buir: Parent (father) /// mirdala runi: Clever soul

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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Man’s Best Friend

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean get you a furry friend, but things don’t turn out how they thought.

“Is that what I think it is?” You whispered as though speaking louder would shatter the air, and the sight in front of you with it.

“Well that depends. If you think it’s an Ewok, then no, it’s not. But if you think it’s a puppy…” Dean broke off with a grin when you squealed, cuddling the puppy to your chest.

“I can keep him? Like? For real?”

“Well we figured with the bunker, he’d have a nice home and you’d have some company,” Sam put in.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, jumping up and hugging both of your brothers.

“Anytime, kiddo,” Dean chuckled.

“As long as you look after it,” Sam added.

…

You and Hero became inseparable from the day you met. When he was a puppy, you carried the golden retriever around with you everywhere, and as soon as he was big enough, he followed you everywhere.

He slept in your bed at night, cuddled with you on the couch, and sat at your feet in the library.

Your brothers wouldn’t have had any problem with your bond had the dog not hated them. Well, hate was a strong word, but Hero wouldn’t let them near you. Every time Sam tried to sit next to you in the library, or Dean tried to sit with you on the couch, Hero would growl, even bark, and they were forced to give up their usual spot next to you in order to appease the dog.

“Hey kid, can we talk?” Sam stepped towards you, but backed off when Hero started to growl.

“About what?” You asked, calming Hero with a gentle pat to the head.

“About him,” Dean gestures to the dog, and you frowned, your brows drawing together.

“What about him?”

“Are you joking?” Sam scoffed. “He hates us. I mean, we can’t get near you without-“ Hero barked, and Sam sighed, gesturing to him. “That.”

“He’s just a little protective,” you muttered. “Not exactly unlike you guys.”

“Yeah well, can you call the guard dog off?” Dean demanded. “Because it’s getting ridiculous.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you admitted. “He likes being close to me, and he’s just not used to you guys.”

“Ok, well then let’s get him used to us,” Sam suggested.

“Is he really so bad?” You knelt next to Hero, smiling when he licked your face.

In response, Dean took a half step towards you, and Hero responded with a harsh bark.

“I guess that’s your answer.”

…

“Hero!” Your dog came running from Sam’s side at the sound of your voice.

“Hey, we were making progress,” Sam insisted. Over the past few days, he and Dean had been slowly getting closer to Hero, and Sam was starting to notice that you seemed alarmed at their progress.

“Yeah, he just needs food,” you muttered, not meeting Sam’s eye as you led Hero to the kitchen.

“Is it just me or has she been acting weird lately?” Dean asked as he stepped to Sam’s side.

“Oh, definitely weird,” Sam insisted.

“She doesn’t seem too happy with us getting acquainted with her dog,” Dean observed.

“I noticed. Should we talk to her about it?”

“Talk to who about what?” You stepped into the library, Hero in tow.

“Nothing,” Dean said. “Hey, how about I take Hero out to the park? Maybe he’ll like me more if we play some fetch.”

“Um…actually I think I’m gonna give him a bath,” you stepped away from Dean, and he didn’t miss the way Hero’s ears perked up, the way they did when he sensed your nervousness.

“Are you ok?” Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Sam’s lack of subtlety.

“I’m fine,” the phrase came out almost as a question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Why don’t you want us near the dog?” Dean figured that if Sam was going to be so conspicuous, they might as well just ditch subtlety altogether.

“I never said that,” you muttered, suddenly very focused on your hands as you petted Hero.

“Didn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “So what’s up?”

At first Dean thought you weren’t going to answer, but finally you spoke, keeping your eyes averted.

“He’s mine.”

“What?”

You sighed, kneeling on the ground to be closer to your dog, “Look, this is gonna make me sound like a jerk, but it’s just…I-I was worried Hero might like you guys more than me.” You glanced up to meet Dean’s eye for a split second before returning your gaze to Hero.

“He’s your dog,” Sam insisted, “he’s not gonna-“

“You’re great with dogs, and-and Dean has that…I don’t know, that ‘I’m in charge’ attitude that dogs like.” Your arms subconsciously tightened around Hero as you spoke. “I-I thought that if you guys started playing with him more…he might like you better.”

“Hey,” Dean knelt next to you so that he could look you in the eye, and he noticed Hero leaning his body closer to you. “You raised him, ok? He’s not gonna forget that.” Dean reached out and gently scratched behind Hero’s ear. “There’s nothing I could do that would make this dog like me more than you, he’s obsessed with you, I mean look at him.”

You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through Hero’s soft fur, “Yeah, I guess.”

“And I promise, we’re never gonna try to make that happen,” Sam chimed in, joining his siblings in the floor. “But if we’re all gonna cohabitate, we need to make sure this guy at least tolerates us.”

You giggled as Hero sniffed Sam suspiciously.

“I understand.”

“Besides,” Dean added, getting to his feet, “That mutt took my place on the couch, and every once in a while he’s gonna have to share you with us.”

You giggled again, standing at the same time as Sam and looking down at Hero.

“I think maybe I can get him to do that.”

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carrlyn-stan · 4 months

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'You've Won...'

Luke Castellan x Fem!Hades reader

Summary|| Holly's got two things down cold, that is her ability to jump through space and to beat everyone at cards. Until she can't

Warnings|| Fluff

Word Count|| 1.7 K

A/N: this is the first ever thing I have written on here, but I'm trying to write a long form fanfiction with the same characters. Would that actually be appealing?

"I don't think you're ever going to win a round," Holly smiled as she grabbed the cards from Luke's hand. She shuffled them back together and dealt them out again.

"Why do you have to be so good at card games?" Luke smiled at Holly as she flipped over her card.

"Mines higher," Holly smiled. Something about the way Holly smiled lit up his heart. Holly took the card from underneath Luke's fingers. She set the pair aside before drawing another card from her hand. They both flipped over second cards. Holly looked up at Luke from her cards.

"I flip over three more, right?" He asked the girl. She shook her head and giggled.

"You have played war with me over a dozen times. How do you not know how to play?" Holly smiled. She placed three cards on the table face down.

"Everyone plays differently, my cabin plays differently," Luke laughed, following Holly's lead. They both flipped over a card at the same time. "Now what?" Luke questioned.

"Thee higher gets all three, no matter what," Holly stacked up her cards, passing them to Luke. "Good job, finally got a stack."

Luke smiled taking the cards from Holly. He pulled another card from his pile and they both flipped their cards over. Holly threw her hands into the air.

"I guess my luck's changing!" Luke took her card.

"I guess it is," Holly frowned. In the distance, they could hear the conch for capture the flag. "You better go get your cabin," Holly took his cards. Luke nodded before Holly disappeared.

Holly put the cards back into the box as she walked through the halls of the big house. She stepped up the first stair from the kitchen to the hallways upstairs. She tossed the cards onto a small shelf next to the stairs. She wandered up to her bedroom.

Entering the doorway she grabbed her armour from beside the frame. She knew as one of the camp directors that maybe she shouldn't join the game. But there was something about watching all these other campers around her age run around and attack each other with swords that made her feel left out. Yes, Holly got to hang out with the campers during the day and at meals, but something about the thought of not joining in hurt her more.

She wasn't your normal Camp Half Blood camper, she was the one single person who had been here the longest (apart from Mr.D and Chiron). She put her chest plate and helmet on. She looked over to the other side of the room in her mirror. She let out a small laugh when she flexed her muscles. She immediately appeared out at the battle grounds. She stood next to the other 'adults' on one of the higher up cliffs.

"You seem happy today," Mr.D looked at the bouncy girl.

"Quite the opposite, actually. I played a round of war with a friend. And by the time the conch rang out, I had lost," Holly giggled, stunned.

"You lost at cards?" Mr.D stared at the girl. He had known the girl for a long time, and raised the girl to play cards. He was shook.

"I really lost at cards," Holly mumbled, once more the conch sounded.

Chiron went over the rules as usual. "And to make today better, Holly will be transferred from red to blue, not to give them an advantage though. Olympus above knows Holly is a nuisance."

Holly snaps her head over at Chiron, appearing next to Chiron.

"I am not a nuisance!" she gasped, standing up straighter again. She then decided to leave the cliff, appearing next to the heads of blue. She heard a kid behind her gasp. A slow smirk crawled up onto her lips as she looked toward Luke. "We'll make a great team again."

Luke looked back at Holly, "lets win this thing!" he laughed, "Get the big house a win for once."

Another conch blew again as each team dispersed to hide their flag.

"What's my role?" Holly asked as she kept up with Luke.

"Try to distract the other team. You know most of their moves already, you got it," Luke smiled at Holly. She nodded and disappeared up into the trees.

"Got it captain!" She smiled holding onto the trunk of the tree.

Once the conch blew the third time, the game was on. Holly disappeared from her tree to one above Clarisse. She watched the Ares girl trudge through the treed path, with her trio behind. Every few meters Holly went to another, closer tree. She watched and calculated every move the girl was making. She appeared a few trees farther down and jumped out of the tree.

Clarisse held her spear up at Holly as they walked to her part of the path.

"Whoa, whoa! Pump the hate breaks, man!" Holly laughed as she held her hands up in surrender. 'I'm not here to attack."

Clarisse threw her spear at Holly. Holly jumped over to the right a little. Holly grinned as she pried the spear out of the ground. She held it in her hand feeling the weight.

"Be a shame if I threw this off the cliff, right?" Holly asked, spinning it around.

"Careful!" Clarisse yelled, lunging for her spear.

"A gift from daddy? Must have a lot of value then?" Holly smiled as she handed the spear back to Clarisse. "I'm not a child of Ares, unlike you, I'm not cruel."

"Yeah, but we all know you can be," Clarisse hugged the spear closer.

"I'm not all I am cracked up to be," Holly smirked as she disappeared from the path.

Holly appeared a few feet behind Luke on another path. She slowly ran up behind him and shouted in his year. He turned around and held his sword to Holly's chestplate.

"It's less scary when you do that and I'm on the other team. Oh and Clarisse is heading toward the flag," Holly frowned, moving the blade away from her chest.

"Yeah, a'right," Luke retracted the blade. Holly smiled as Luke turned away. She took the boy and disappeared farther into the forest. "Jeez Holly!"

"I haven't had the chance to congratulate," Holly smiled.

"Congratulate me for what?" Luke asked, he knew very well what the response was.

"For winning at cards! You're the only person to ever beat me at a game of cards," Holly patted his shoulder.

"Why thank you, you played a good game Holls," Luke laughed.

"I'd like to challenge you to another game after the bonfire," she smiled up at the boy.

"I guess I will, I'd love to have the honour to beat you a second time," Holly smirked putting her hand on the boy's face. She began to slowly pull him closer. Holly liked her thumb and rubbed a bit of dirt off Luke's face.

"I'll see you there," Holly smirked before disappearing once more, leaving Luke lost in the forest.

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Holly pulled her sweater closer to her body as the chilled wind picked up as the bonfire was a blaze. She sat listening to the Apollo cabin sing and arsenal of songs.

A smile grew on Holly's face as they started to sing her favourite song. The song was once used to close out the fire. Holly closed her eyes and reflected on the day. Reflection was common with this song, many of the older campers joined in on the reflection.

Her smile grew bigger as she remembered her she finally won a flag for the big house. She loved how her laugh echoed across the camp as Luke thanked her, thanked her for finally having her on their side.

"You know, I'm a fool for you. You've got me wrapped around your finger, do you have to let it linger..."

As the cabins song finished, Holly turned around, and stood off her log. She began to walk back over to the big house. When the fire light stopped lighting the area around her, Holly jumped to the footsteps of the big house.

She walked up to the door and began to open it. She stopped as she heard laughter from the sun porch. She left the door and walked over to the glass housing. She ran a finger under her glasses and rubbed the sleep starting to form out of her eyes. She yawned and sat at the table with Chiron and Mr. D.

"Well there's the girl who finally lost a game of cards," Mr. D patted the girl's shoulder. She rubbed her eyes again and yawned.

"Holly lost a game of cards?" Chiron asked. Mr. D nodded.

"I didn't want to lose. I've already challenged him to a redo round," Holly yawned a third time. "I'm going to go head to bed, see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Holly," Chiron laid down another card.

"Night Holls, sleep well," Mr. D side hugged the girl. Holly kissed the man who raised her on the head.

"Night, D," Holly smiled as she walked off back into the house.

"As much as you treat her like your daughter, Hades will come to claim her on her eighteenth birthday,' Chiron noted.

"I know, and she knows that too."

"Her eighteenth birthday is in eight days, eight days till she has to leave her life behind."

"I've raised her as my child, blood isn't the only thing that makes family, experience does too. If she wants to go to the underworld, I'll support. If she doesn't, I'll help fight to keep her here."

"if your so sure," Chiron eluded.

"And I am."

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Holly placed a record onto the turntable on the table in the center of her two chairs. She moved the tone arm to the first just before the first song. She pulled off her pair of jeans and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. She took the sweater of and threw it into the bottom of the closet. She pulled her blankets back as music started to echo through the walls of her room. She took her glasses off and set them on the nightstand.

She crashed onto her mattress.

just as she was about to pass out she heard something crash against the window. She appeared in front of the window. She saw Luke pick up another small pebble. She jumped in front of her friend wave.

"Wow, Holls, you move like a ghost," Luke laughed.

"Fitting, seeing as I am the daughter of Hades and Persephone," Holly smiled grabbing the boys hand and appearing in her room again.

"What're you spinning tonight?" Luke asked.

"Fleetwood Mac's greatest hits," Holly grabbed her glasses again. Luke looked at Holly and smiled. "What do you want to play tonight?"

"How about..." Luke dragged on, "Crazy eights?"

"Yeah," Holly agreed, grabbing a deck of cards. She sat on her bed and patted at a spot next to her. Luke sat down next to the girl. She dealt him five cards and flipped one over. "Go."

Luke placed down a card, and it went back and forth for a while. Luke placed another eight.

"Spade," Luke said. Holly looked down at the cards, and began to pick up three cards.

"How is that your last card?" Holly asked. Looking at her several unusable cards.

"It just is, sunshine," Holly's heart fluttered up in heat. Luke rarely ever called her that, and if he did, it was only ever in private. Holly felt her face go warm. Luke laid down his last card. "I. Win," he smiled.

Holly collected her cards and put them back into the box. She tossed the box onto the floor and leaned into Luke's ear.

"You are so very lucky," Holly whispered.

"I'd be lucky if you let me..."

"Kiss you? Is that what you were going to say?" Holly smirked leaning in front of Luke.

"How'd you know?" Luke laughed.

"Because you can," Holly smiled. Luke leaned in and pressed his lips into Holly's. She moved closer to the boy and kissed him back. Luke tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Holly wrapped her arms around the boys neck, trying to pull him closer.

When they finally broke apart, Holly murmured against Luke's lips, "I like you."

"Really?" Luke asked with a smile.

"I really, really, really like you," Holly whispered.

"Well I really, really, really, really like you too," Luke leaned back in for another kiss, just as the record scratched and came to a stop.

"Well that's inconvenient," Holly disappeared for a second, to flip the record to side b.

"I kind of want to get back to where we were before I have to get back to the cabin."

"Absolutely agree" Holly smiled appearing back in front of Luke.

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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“i look good.” jude speaks up, eyes gazing over the tuxedo he is wearing. the deep blue suites his undertone, each stitch and curve fitting his athletic body.

however, instead of staying there, his gaze starts to move to you, who is standing next to him while fixing the last few pieces of the blazer. only your upper body is reflecting on the mirror, though it seems to be enough to keep judes attention.

as you speak up, you don’t bother to meet his eyes through the mirror, rather focusing on the work at hand, “well, it is made to your measurements, to fit like a glove.”

jude just hums, hand reaching up to the collar of the dress shirt to fix it slightly.

“i know that i can be quite,” jude halts, searching for the right word to describe his past behavior towards you, “complicated. as soon as you finish, i’ll leave.” his statement had a teasing undertone, one you got to know quite well over the time you two have spent together.

hearing him say that, you stop your movements. now, standing behind him, you also look at his reflection, eyes meeting his through the mirror.

you look down at the pin between your fingers, quietly exhaling as you push the pin back into the small pin-holder on your hip. you didn’t know why, but after that you also start to put some other pins back, taking them out of the fabric even though that was where they were supposed to be.

“how long will it take?” his voice was deep, sending shivers down your spine.

looking at the mirror again, you muster his face. his eyes pierced through yours, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched.

“it might take a while.” your voice comes out low as you slowly step back while jude turns around to face you.

it was quiet, the two of you completely alone in the studio. your heartbeat being the only thing you could hear. you don’t know why it was beating so fast, or actually, you just didn’t want to admit it.

“so, you will have to see me once more?” he steps down of the little podium, now standing impossibly close to your body, tilting his head to the side.

he looked ethereal, you note.

the deep blue tuxedo that looks too good on his body, his eyes, that slight smirk, and the lights that were shining down at him made you feel dizzy. you inhaled deeply, unsure of what to do.

“i guess.” your voice was barley above a whisper, yet jude could hear you quite well. standing so close to you, it wasn’t that hard, he might even hear your rapid heartbeat.

“you don’t sound too disappointed, no?”

gathering all the courage you could, you looked into his eyes, “maybe i don’t want you to leave at all?”

he leans forward, tilting his head to the other side, eyes flickering from one eye to the other. you also don’t miss the quick gaze down at your lips.

without muttering anything else, you pull him closer by his tie, lips crashing against his.

and jude doesn’t hesitate either, immediately responding to the kiss by pulling you closer, hands resting on your hips. your hands creep up from his waist up to behind his neck, pulling his head closer to yours, if that was even possible.

though, jude pulls back, giving you both the opportunity to take deep breaths, “even better than what i imagined every night.” he looks at you hungrily, chest heaving up and down. his eyes had darkened, his lips were a bit swollen, but he looked unreal. no word could ever describe how good he looked at this exact moment and you were pretty sure that you would never forget this sight in front of you.

before you’re able to respond, his lips found their way back on top of yours, hosting you up onto the desk behind you and stepping between your legs.

this time however, you pull back, hands on his cheeks as your thumbs rubs circles on them, “i still don’t like you.”

“yeah?” jude pulls your face closer, stopping just before your lips could meet, eyes looking into yours, “could you show me again?”

and that is what you do, gladly.

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kteezy997 · 7 months

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The Other Man-Part Two// t.c.

Warnings: infidelity, smut, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex, coming inside of reader, cursing, Timmy giving reader a nickname

After your encounter with Timmy, he took you home in the early morning. You were sleeping in bed when your husband woke up, so he was oblivious to the fact that you had even been gone.

You barely got any sleep, though. Visions of what happened between you and Timmy kept playing in your mind over and over. You couldn't believe it happened and you couldn't focus on anything else. It was a struggle to get anything accomplished at work. All you wanted was to see Timmy again; to feel him next to you, to hold his hand in yours, to have his luscious curls tickle your skin. Fuck, he was taking over you.

You texted him while on break at work. "I can't stop thinking about you." you wrote.

Immediately, he responded, "Me either. Best night I've had in a long time."

You made sure no one was around to see you typing the next message to a man that you weren't married to. "When can I see you again?"

Timmy again was quick to answer, "ASAP please."

You blushed and giggled at his eagerness. You told him you'd call him later after work.

You were walking out of the office, your phone in hand and tapping on Timmy's contact when Billy called you. "Fuck." you hissed, annoyed more than anything. You answered, "Hello?"

"Hey babe, I thought maybe we could go get dinner tonight?"

"Really?" you asked, surprised. He never wanted to do date nights.

"Yeah, well, my boss wants to go out so we can have some drinks and dinner and discuss some business. His wife will be there and so I thought I'd take the opportunity to show off my hot wife, and maybe you could mention what a hard worker I am."

You winced. You could practically hear Billy's arrogant smirk through the phone, this wasn't a romantic gesture at all, it was about being a big shot in front of his boss. "Actually, I'm getting together with my friends tonight. Sorry."

"Aw shit. Okay, well, I guess I'll talk to you later then. Bye." Billy said, then ended the phone call.

god he's annoying. you thought.

The phone rang only twice before Timmy picked up.

"Hey there." he greeted you, acting all flirty.

"Hi. So, last night..." you began, not really intending to say anything more, you just aimed to get a reaction from him.

Timmy chuckled, "Last night? You called to talk about last night? I thought you wanted to see me, y/n."

The last thing he said wasn't question, he said it as a statement because it was. It was a fact that you wanted to see this man more than anything. No other discussion needed.

"Yeah, I do." you admitted, giggling like a school girl.

"Alright, how about tonight?" he suggested.

"Yes, please. We can do anything." You sounded desperate; you knew it. But you didn't care when it came to Timmy.

"Will he be home?"

"No. Business dinner with his boss. He’ll be gone all night.”

"I'll come over."

After making it home, you got prepared for whatever the night may bring. You didn't know if you the two of you were just going to hang out casually and watch tv, or if he wanted to go straight into fucking your brains out.

You wanted to be ready for either scenario. You curled and fluffed up your hair, put on some light makeup, there was no need for anything that would just be smudged later. You spritzed on some of your favorite perfume and put some lotion on your legs, making them silky smooth. You put on your most expensive lingerie, the set that Billy hadn't seen, and over that some cozy loungewear.

Your heart raced with excitement when you heard the knock on the door.

"Hey Timmy." you beamed as you opened the door, revealing his handsome face. He wore a simple outfit, just some jeans and a black hoodie.

"Hey, you." he stepped in and kissed you on the cheek, his hands met your waist. “You smell fantastic.”

You nearly melted against him but composed yourself. “Thank you.” you smiled, “Come on in, let's sit down." You took his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room.

"So, uh, Billy hasn't suspected anything?" he questioned, sitting down with you.

"No! He had no idea I was even gone last night." you rolled your eyes at the thought of Billy, not wanting him to spoil anything with Timmy.

"Good. I mean, no offense to your husband, but he's definitely not the most observant person." he shook his head, closing his eyes. "Fuck, what am I saying? I have offended this man already. Like in the worst way: I've slept with his wife." Clearly, he was a bit troubled by your shared secret.

"Timmy, stop." you said, cupping his chin, making him look at you. "Don't do this to yourself. Don't feel ashamed or guilty. Billy will never know, okay? Your girlfriend won't know either. It's just between us." You spoke softly, hoping to comfort and calm him.

"That's just the thing, y/n. I don’t feel bad, like at all. I'm so fucking into you. And I know I shouldn't be, but I think that just adds to how bad I want you.” Then there was the sight that was becoming all too familiar: him gazing down at your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you so badly that he couldn’t bare it. “It’s like we're forbidden to each other or something."

"Because we are." you pointed out.

"Right." he turned to you, leaning in close. "But I don't want this to be over." He put his hands on either side of your head, gingerly weaving his fingers through your hair.

"I don't either. I just want you." you expressed, placing your hands on his arms. "Please, just kiss me."

Without another word, Timmy pulled you in to a hearty kiss. A kiss that warmed you from the inside out. And in that moment, you realized that this was possibly more than lust. It was more than just being desired. Maybe Timmy was a piece missing from your life. You couldn't think of the other two people that would be affected by this affair. You just couldn't at this point in time. You needed to be selfish. You spent too long worrying about others, mainly your husband. And you never got anything in return from him.

Now, here was this perfect man that you had longed for, in your home, ready to make love to you, and be there for whatever you needed.

Timmy rolled his tongue in your mouth, and he tugged on your clothing. You insisted on going up to your bedroom and he agreed.

You wasted no time getting undressed and he instructed you to get on the bed. The same bed your husband slept in, just this morning, now you were naked with another man on top of it. It thrilled you.

Timmy spread you legs, kneeling between them. He slid his hands up and down the slickness of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your calf, “That scent, is it peaches?” he smirked.

You bit your lip, nodding.

Timmy let out a little chuckle. He then moved further down, and put his mouth on your clit. He started licking slowly and softly, like he was savoring you. He massaged his tongue there, making you squirm a little. You started to moan when you felt him sucking on your clit.

You looked down and watched him. You grabbed his curls gently, not pulling them. You heard soft little smacking noises coming from his lips on your wetness. You whimpered.

Then there was the flick of his green eyes looking up at you. The sexiest eye contact ever. It was so sensual, him looking into your eyes as his lips caressed your clit.

All of this reminded you of the things that your husband had never done to you. Or at least hadn't done in ages, and definitely not as well as Timmy.

"You okay?" he asked, stopping his oral performance.

"Yes," you panted, "why did you stop?"

"Just checking in, sometimes you can't tell when a woman moans or cries or whatever. I didn't know if it was too-"

"Fuck me now, Timothee." you requested.

"Oh, my full name, huh?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully and tapped his chest with your foot.

“As you wish." He said, nestling himself between your legs. His cock was already hard, and he slid it into you.

You sighed in slight pain, but you welcomed the stretching caused by him. His chest was pressed against yours, his arms on either side of you. Your arms laced around his neck. He bucked into you hard and fast. Both of you were panting and moaning. Timmy kissed you, and you gasped as he bit your bottom lip, breaking the skin and making it bleed.

"Fuck Timmy." you cooed as he moved down and sucked on your neck.

He put his forehead on yours and held you tighter, fucking his hips into, filling the room with the filthy sounds of your love making. You moaned wildy.

"Shit, I'm gonna come. Ahh!" Timmy crooned. You saw his brow furrow and his lower half shook your body. His face was flushed and the veins in his neck were visible. Suddenly, you felt his warm cum leak deep into you.

Timmy exhaled and took a moment to steady himself. He then looked down at you, a little smile on his lips.

You grinned right back at him, feeling satisfied. You ran your hands up his back. His skin was lightly tacky and hot.

"Sorry I didn't pull out like last night. I'll get the morning after pill if-"

"No, it's okay. I'm on birth control. Not that Billy and I ever... but yeah. We're good."

"Okay." he grinned at you and kissed you tenderly. “You’re mine, Peaches.”

"Mm," you cooed as he pulled away, "will you stay to cuddle and watch TV with me?”

"Yeah, of course I'll stay."

From that night on, you and Timmy couldn't stay away from each other. You'd text all day long and meet up when Billy was at work or sleeping. Your husband was too oblivious and uninterested in the things you did, so he had no inkling of an idea as to what was going on outside of your marriage.

This went on for about a week or so, and it was now time for game day at your house. All of Billy's buddies were coming over to watch the hockey game, or basketball, whichever sport it was. You couldn't care less. All you cared about was Timmy. He was going to be there. Now, you couldn't just openly jump into your boyfriend's arms and makeout with him but it was always exciting to see him.

What made it even hotter was knowing that Billy would be there. You didn't really care about Billy himself, but the idea of your husband and lover being in the same room felt so dangerous and sexy.

Timmy had texted you, "I don't give a shit about the guys or the stupid game. I'm just coming for you."

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daenysx · 3 months

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Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

#aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon x you #aegon x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #modern!aegon

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supernerdsblog · 2 months

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Some ideas for Jordan x reader

Maybe Jordan and reader have a little rivalry at uni even tho theyre dating and reader gets a higher grade / passes them in the rankings and Jordan is all pouty about it so reader comforts them. Maybe fluff but it could be a little angsty at the start because Jordan doesn't wanna admit reader may be smarter than them, they're a lil stubborn 🤭

This is such a good idea! And tysm for being my first request <33

(this is going to be before the show takes place, so Luke is still alive)

When you and Jordan were just friends in Freshman year, you both bonded over your obsession with the rankings and doing well in classes. It was always a running joke that you guys were always trying to one up each other in everything you did. When you became Mrs. Harrison's TA, they went and became Brink's. When Jordan scored a 95 on a paper, you would score a 98.

Even with your relationship changing, from best friends to dating, your rivalry was still infamous around campus. You two were always fighting for the number two spot under Luke Riordan. It even went as far as your friends placing bets on who would come out on top at the end of the week. But, in the end, it always made you push each other more so it worked out for the better.

With the week winding down, You and Jordan finally got to spend time with each other, aside from studying or being in class. The rankings were scheduled to come out soon, but you both did not concern yourself with it until the time came around.

Instead, you chose to occupy yourselves with a movie while you laid on Jordan's bed.

When both of your phones did finally chime, Jordan paused the movie you guys were watching together, and you both immediately grab your cellphones. The light illuminating your faces in their dark room.

Luke, of course, was in the number one spot. That was to be expected.

Your eyes shifted down the screen to where your smiling picture and your name were next to the number 2 spot.

Jordan's picture was right under yours. In third.

You sat up from the bed, beaming. "Ohh! Second week in a row, Li. Maybe I really am smarter than you." You shook their shoulder excitedly.

"Yeah. Good job."

Jordan had always done good in the combat aspect, but what you lacked in fighting you made up for in your classes. And this week, it seems like it put you just over the edge to pass them once again.

"I mean if you need help studying, I guess your smart, talented, and hot girlfriend can help." You joked. A wide smile evident on your face.

Jordan scoffs, hops off the bed, and pretends to look for something in the mini fridge across the room.

"Wait, are you actually upset about this?" You question, getting up from the bed as well. You almost laugh in disbelief as you watched them.

They cross their arms in front of them and they roll their eyes. They were definitely upset.

"I was just joking, -"

"I'm fine" they assured, looking the other way.

A smile starts creeping on to your face, realizing what was actually going on. "You're upset that I beat you?"

"No, I'm not." They say a bit more firmly, shaking their head.

The one thing that sucked about this rivalry, was that you both hated to lose. Of course, you guys wouldn't want the rank to go to anyone else, but it still hurt.

You sucked in a breath. Mustering up everything you could to push down your smile. "Ok fine." You answered, trying to match their broodiness. You cross your arms in front of you just like them and look off into the room.

"Fine" they reply back just as coldly.

Finally, Jordan looks at you. Their expression softening. Not a second later, a smile starts to peak out onto their face and they start to chuckle. In turn, you do as well until you're both smiling.

"Nice job" He whispers back, studying your face. He takes a step closer to you, thinning the distance.

You let your arms fall to your side and shrug a little. "Not too bad yourself, Li" You bite the inside of your cheek, still trying to hide your smile.

Jordan's ring covered hands, snake up to your face. Slowly, he looks at you then your lips, and then back at you. Before you know it, he is smashing into your lips, kissing you hungrily. Your hands slip to the back of their neck, softly playing with their hair. This only brings Jordan in closer.

"Y'know you're kind of cute when you pout." You mumbled in between kisses. The words come out breathless and just above a whisper.

"I wasn't pouting." They urge.

"Mhmm" You moan, before you lean back into them.

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Happy Valentines Day!

This is my first post so any tips would be appreciated! Also please send more requests!

xoxo, $uperNerd

#gen v x reader #jordan li #jordan li x reader #gen v prime #gen v #academic rivals

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addicted in the afterglow

DATE: OCTOBER 11, 2022

summary: you and harry despise one another, but have close mutual friends. at your friends’ party, the two of you get into an argument. when harry’s contradictions shock you, you consider if you’ve become addicted in the afterglow.

request: yes!

song: Afterglow- driver era!! (fucking love this song)

words: 4.6k

warnings: SMUT BITCHES (f- receiving [choking, rubbing, fingering, a little nipple play, mild edging] m- receiving [slight hair pulling, scratching] protected sex, dirty talk!!), language, loads of dialogue as always

note: part 2 is here!

frat/college!harry x college!reader

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There were a lot of things in the world that you liked. Loved, even. Some of those things being your family (most of them), your dog back at home, your school, and your friends. You were grateful for so many things and tried your best to appreciate them. Your friends would say you’re one of the most kind-hearted and modest people they’ve ever met. Your friends meaning Sabrina (Rina), Raquel, and Rina’s twin brother Sean. You were probably most appreciative of them and for encountering them in your life. However, when they decided to bring other people into your little circle, you second-guessed their decision.

At first, you felt slightly offended like maybe you weren’t a good enough friend to each of them. But that changed the second Sean brought one of his friends to one of your “Hang Out and Hangover”s. Hang Out and Hangovers are kind of in its name; you all hang out after a long week of lectures and drink at someone’s place. The next day usually results in headaches and strong coffee, so that’s why it has to be somewhat planned out. You’re not really the impulsive type, as your friends would say.

But when it comes to Harry, the newest addition to your used-to-be perfect circle, you become everything your friends say you aren’t.

Harry is… appealing. He has this chestnut hair that spring curls naturally but he covers them with a hat. An annoyingly sharp jawline that he’d probably cut you with if he got the chance. He’s every girls’ dream height at a solid 6’0. He has the persona of a stereotypical frat boy, yet he still gets any girl he wants (but you would never, ever admit that to him).

You could stand him from a distance. Well, you could have. Past tense.

The day you actually talked to him shocked you, even though it shouldn’t have. Why wouldn’t the semi-popular frat boy be a dick? Why wouldn’t he be so arrogant? Why wouldn’t he flat-tire the back of your shoe? Or make sure the elevator was closed before you got on it? Or switch the song on the aux just because it was your favorite song? Anyone else could do the same things, but for some reason when he did it, it felt personal and on-purpose.

He joked around constantly with Rina and Raquel, and yes, they would agree-to-disagree occasionally, but he never had full-blown arguments with them like he did with you.

On one Friday night when you all decided to get together, you didn’t know Harry would be coming. Your friends knew you didn’t “fancy” him or whatever they said, but tried their best to make you two civil. But he didn’t know you would be there, either.

Which makes no sense because it was at your house.

“Oh great, he’s here. When were you guys going to break the news? Attention, attention, the biggest dickhead on the planet just walked through my living room,” You dramatically pretended to act shocked and put your hand on your heart. He closed the door behind him and rolled his eyes.

“It’s always a pleasure to be with you, truly. And for the record, I didn’t know you would be here, either.”

“It’s my apartment!!”

“Ohhh, I thought it was Raquel’s place. Now the horrible interior design makes more sense,” He says so sarcastically and mockingly, you wished you could wax his tongue off. You step closer to him, slowly closing in on him.

“Please! I bet my place looks ten times better than yours! Oh wait, you don’t even have your own place,” You sass back, crossing your arms. You’re pretty sure he just moved in with Sean and Rina.

“Having roommates means cheaper expenses. And I get to hang out with my friends. Work smarter, not harder, babe,” Harry taunts and it drives you cynical. Your friends just stand there awkwardly while you shout at him and he acts nonchalant. You’re nearly chest to chest with pointed fingers when the ding of the doorbell shuts you both up.

“Here,” Raquel said, annoyed while chucking the bag of food in between us. “I got some food. Maybe you two will finally shut up.”

You hadn’t even noticed Raquel left to get take-out, but how would you with Harry practically spitting his minty gum in your face?

The rest of the night was quiet to everyone else, but between you and Harry, it was loud. You would give him a snarky look every time he happened to look at you and he would stick his tongue out mockingly. It was like children fighting on a playground with you two; immature and useless. Similar scenarios went on for months. But after a while, your friends just decided to leave themselves out of it.

The only reason why Harry is even in your mind right now is because Rina is trying her very best to convince you that ”he’s not that bad”. You’ve heard the same story for months.

“Y/N, he’s really not that bad,” You almost laughed because she’s just so predictable when it comes to this situation. “I know he can be a little… into himself—”

“A little? That is the most conceited man I’ve ever met! Or should I say boy?” You shake your head as you look in the mirror. You comb through your hair softly, even though you’re frustrated about Harry. You can’t take out your fury for Harry on your luscious hair.

“You can’t expect him not to go. It’s Sean and I’s birthday for crying out loud. We’re not just going to have two different parties because you two are big babies who can’t stand a night together,” Rina falls onto her back, laying on her bed. “and he kind of lives there now.”

“Just kick him out for the night. Or forever!” You turn to Rina and act like you just invented something unheard of.

“You know what?” She lifts herself from the bed and heads toward the mirror. “we don’t need to focus on him tonight. You know that one guy from Literature class? He’s gonna be there.”

Your eyebrow perks up as you glance at Rina in the mirror. She nods up and down in confirmation until you’re both squealing like little girls. You haven’t been on a date in what? A year? Your recent hook-ups have been kind of lousy, too. And Rina is right, you need to not focus on Harry tonight, and just be free-spirited. And who knows, maybe something will happen with that guy from your lecture.

—

When you first got to college, you didn’t like the idea of partying. You had been to a few in high school and it just wasn’t your thing. But you realized that the problem was that you weren’t with the right people. Now every time a party opportunity approaches, it’s hard to say no.

Raquel said she was going to be late to the party, so when you and Rina had finished getting ready, you set up the party as best you could. There was a table with snacks on them and another with drinks. However, the good drinks were under the counter. You knew those would be pulled out later in the night.

Their house was relatively small for three people, but being in college with a house isn’t easy. But it made decorating fast. There was a large banner across a window and some balloons tied to the stairs. Although it’s their birthday, it wasn’t really a birthday type of party. But people should at least know what’s being celebrated. Speaking of people, you had no idea who was going to show up besides that guy from your Literature class. Since it’s Sabrina and Sean’s friends, it’s probably going to be a pretty packed house tonight.

The party was planned to start at around eight and was already packed by nine. You didn’t even really know that you knew this many people until they said what’s up or heyyy as you passed them. It wasn’t until around ten, though, when you saw the real life of the party waltzing into the room.

Of course he’s late to a party at his own house. He’s just too cool for that.

Harry would smirk and half wave at girls as he walked by them. He’d fist bump his “homies” and laugh ridiculous loud for no reason. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and attempt to avoid gazing at him at all costs. Even if you found him the most annoying man boy in the world, you couldn’t deny the fact that everything he did was unbelievably hot (when his mouth was closed).

He had this confidence that was cocky, but his charm would hide it. The way he would lick his lips in the middle of a conversation distracts you far more than it should. His hand around a red solo cup along with a solid silver ring on his middle finger looks so natural— why did you wish his hands were somewhere else, though?

On you, maybe?

Your wild thoughts are disrupted just by the man who’d caused them. Harry comes up behind you as you’re refilling a bowl with chips.

“You look like you’re having a great time, really,” Harry shouts with his iconic sarcasm that you just love oh, so much.

“The best!” Your own sarcasm pops out. You weren’t having the worst time, you’re just a bit bored.

“Why don’t you go and dance with me? I know you got some moves,” He gets closer to you and you can feel his breath on your ear. Your breathing hitches in your throat for a moment before responding.

“I’ll pass—” You barely got to finish your sentence when you felt a light tap on your opposite shoulder. Nate, the guy from that lecture class, was standing next to you. Your eyes grew wide in a panic.

“Hey, I just wanted to know if maybe you wanted to dance..?” He looks at you, before noticing Harry, and then has the same, wide eyes as you. “Um nevermind, sorry.”

“W-what…” Your shoulders drop in disappointment and confusion as he walks away. You didn’t want to chase him because maybe he found the actual person he was looking for. Plus, chasing isn’t attractive, right? You turn to your right, forgetting Harry’s presence. You look at him for a single second and see… something in his eyes. He plays it nonchalant like he didn’t do a single thing.

“What did you do? What did you say to him?!” You shouted over the loud voices and booming music.

“What? I did nothing. He looked at me and got scared,” He shrugs off defensively with raised eyebrows. Harry takes another sip of his drink, and your growing frustration got to you, so you slapped it out of his hand. There was maybe a drop in the cup, not much left. His eyebrows raised again, but he didn’t even flinch. He knows that he’s ticking you off. You stomp away up the stairs because you needed to cool off. You are acting immature right now, but goodness, he brings out the worst in you.

The party didn’t halt nor notice your little incident with Harry and you were grateful. Harry makes his way upstairs soon later, honestly concerned for you. He knows he upset you, but he doesn’t know that you also kind of upset him. He catches you right as you’re walking into the bathroom.

“Y/N—”

“What, Harry? What do you want?” You pull your arm away from him and eye him irritatingly. You were looking at him directly and could see him thinking. The cogs in his head were spinning and you were impatient.

“Were you really going to dance with that bloke?” Is the first thing that came out of his mouth.

God, he’s such an idiot.

“Oh my God, of course you came all the way up here just to tick me off more.” You pushed him by his chest, but he grabbed your wrists, stilling you. Your breath hitches again slightly, like it did earlier. You mentally refuse to let him affect you, so you brush it off. You look up at him as you both stand in the doorway of the bathroom. He quickly checks behind him before shoving you two into the tiny room.

“God, you make me so mad,” He says through clenched teeth. He pushes you against the counter and you forget how to breathe.

Lungs? What are those? Air? Oxygen? What…?

However, you get your senses back. A little bit, and shake your head.

“I make you mad? Are you joking? You’re the one that scares off the first guy that seemed genuine!”

“Pfft, that bloke just wants to get in your pants—”

“Oh what, and you don’t? God, you just think you’re so much better—” One of Harry’s hands releases your wrist and latches onto your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but you halt your rant and then you actually forget how to breathe. Harry holds both of your wrists with one hand while the other puts little to no pressure on your throat. Harry drifts even closer to you now.

“You never know when to stop talking, huh?” He taunts you while slightly nudging your head up. You instinctively roll your eyes because that’s just what he makes you do. Everything he says is just worth an eye roll. But he doesn’t like that. Every time he sees you roll your eyes, he just wants to… fuck. He doesn’t know. But he did know it got under his skin every time and he just wanted to make you shut up. He adds more pressure to your neck as a note that he doesn’t like that.

“You always roll your eyes at me. Am I really that annoying?” He teased, while rubbing your chin with his other hand. He runs over your bottom lip slowly enough so that he can see all of your bottom teeth. When he releases it, it bounces back and you bite it nervously.

“Yes,” You choke out, still being choked by him. You can feel your wit and smart-ass remarks getting to him by the amount of pressure under his fingertips. His head tilts closer toward your ear and you’re sure he can hear your racing heart.

“You just never learn do you?”

“What’s there to learn? You’re the world’s greatest dick—” He pushes your legs apart and lets go of your neck, with that, you naturally sit up straighter. Your heart beats intensely as you wait for him to do something since he likes to interrupt you so much.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you then,” He kisses down your neck softly, teasingly so. The tender kisses contradicts the kinky act of choking, which still wasn’t enough for you. You wish you could just push him off of you and be fine, but you were pulled to him. Your body yearned him the second that he touched you. You wanted more, but you hated begging. But you had a feeling he loved it. Right above your collarbone, he bites and sucks, making you gasp as you bite your lip. His tongue glides across your skin so effortlessly and his teeth sink on one of your pressure points and you nearly moan out. You can feel the beat of the music from downstairs throughout the whole bathroom. Suddenly, he releases himself completely from you and rests his hands beside you on the counter. You thought he was going to leave you high and dry, so you shouted.

“You’re such a fucking tease! God, I was right, you are a dick,” A fire was burning inside of you both that was fueled by frustration and lust. You were ready to get up and leave, but you didn’t want to. He doesn’t even think twice before smashing his lips onto yours and locking the door to the bathroom while doing so.

The kiss was not pretty; your teeth were clashing and your lips were squished. Your lip gloss was all over him now and his tongue gladly roamed your mouth. He hummed against you, loving your taste. You smelt of orange juice and vodka, while Harry smelled like minty beer. A shock struck between your lips, which ignited something in you. Your hands rested on the baby hairs on the back of his neck, which you used to pull him closer to you. He lifted you onto the counter, temporarily breaking you two apart.

You both discard your shirts, throwing them behind him. His chiseled torso shocked you every time you saw it. You always tried to act like it didn’t affect you, but he was a walking turn-on. His tan skin was littered in creative tattoos, and you instantly rubbed on his angel wings. He steps closer to you, moving his hips toward you.

“I like these, but they don’t fit you. You’re more of a devil type,” You sass, looking at him with a sarcastic smile and a lip bite. Harry reaches behind you while giving you a quick are you sure? look before proceeding to unclip your bra first try.

“Don’t get so cocky, we all know who’s in control here,” He smiles sadistically at you, and your little smile fades. You clench your thighs together, but he pulls them apart again. His hands are warm and rough on your legs. He runs them up and down, until he’s just rubbing the insides.

“Harry, we don’t have all night! If you’re going to fuck me, just do it!” You whisper-yelled. You didn’t want to beg, but God, were you getting desperate. This is the nearest you’ll get to begging. Especially for him.

“Aw, is the princess getting impatient?” He mocks, thumbs edging towards your aching cunt. You despised these thick jean shorts you were wearing right now because every time you moved at all, you would feel a light friction on your clit. It wasn’t nearly enough to get you off, so you needed Harry to just rip them from you already. Maybe it was your turn to tick him off…

“I bet Nate would give it to me. He’s probably good, too. Oh, can you imagine how big he probably is?” That caused Harry to make an animalistic sound that nearly shredded the rest of your clothes right there. Before you knew it, your shorts were gone and your underwear was being stuffed into your mouth.

“Not much of a talker now, yeah?” Harry smirks. You could taste your own arousal, which turned you on even more. He grabs your wrists in one hand, stopping you from touching anything.

“You’re so infuriating. Talking about other men while I have you spread open for me. I can see you dripping all over the counter,” He rubs you achingly slow, right on your throbbing clit. He increases his rhythm, giving you more pleasure. But you needed more. “tell me it’s for me.”

You roll your eyes. Of course, he has a praise kink. That makes his mountain size ego make sense. He stops rubbing you and you nearly whine as he removes the underwear from your mouth, dropping it beside you. You’re so desperate and so frustratingly needy, you nearly want to beg.

“And if I don't?” You breathe out, staring at him right in the eyes. His eyes are strong and you almost back down. He puts his free hand on your breast, pinching and twisting the bud. You arch slightly into his touch.

“Then it’s going to be a long night, isn’t it, princess?” You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek. His hands still hold your wrists as he drifts back down to your clit. Harry rubs you quickly, waiting for your response.

“Tell me Y/N. Who made you this wet?” Harry can hear your juices spreading around as he rubs you. When you don’t immediately answer, he flicks you and you jump. You bite your lip, adding a few seconds before you give in. The need to come continues to increase as you withhold your pleas “speak, or I’ll stop.”

“You!” You couldn’t help it— you gave into him. The rough pads of his fingers and his irritatingly attractive words were making you crazy. If he stopped, your body would never forgive you. Before your eyes tightly close, you see Harry arrogantly smirk.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Go on,” Harry inserts rapid fingers in you, curling them oh, so good. Your arousal was slushing in and out quickly, along with his fingers. He edged you enough and you were about to come fast.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Harry!” You whine out his name as you reach your peak. Seconds before you release, his fingers are removed from inside of you. Your climax dangles in your stomach, forgotten.

Your irritation from earlier becomes even more vehement now. You were about to slam Harry’s head into the door, before his loud mouth speaks.

“You can come around my cock,” He basically growls as he vastly unbuckles his belt and unzips his strangled jeans. He slides down his boxers and you can’t deny that he’s pretty big. You feel more arousal leak out of you just looking at it. You nearly roll your eyes again when you see him pull out a condom from his jeans.

Of course, he brought condoms to a party. Why are you letting him fuck you again?

Because he’s just so… ugh. You don’t know the word.

Feeling dazed, you feel Harry rubs himself on you for a few seconds before slamming into you without warning. You try your best not to scream out, for the sake of the party, but also for Harry’s ego. You gasp loudly, as he goes in and out roughly.

He cannot know how much you actually enjoy this.

Your hands wrap around his neck naturally, scratching crescent moons on the sides. His moves are fast, yet deep, making you clench around him hard. When Harry finally moans in your ear, you don’t stop the strong reciprocating one that leaves yours.

That must mean he likes it too.

Harry growls, attaching his lips to your neck, probably to quiet his sounds. When you begin to reach your climax again, your legs get tense. You bite your lip to near bleeding so you don’t alert the whole party.

“God, Harry,” You groan out, clutching his hair with your right hand. You can tell you’re both close because everything is messier; you’re about to fall off of the counter, Harry’s strokes are sloppier, and your grip is everywhere.

You’ve both been dying for release.

“Come, Y/N,” He wasn’t asking; it was a command. Somehow, his assertiveness brought you over the edge and you finally came. Hard. The sensation was such a relief, you loudly moaned without caring who could hear. Harry groans by your ear as he releases into the condom, moving slowly in and out. You rub your clit to calm your body and breathing. You hadn’t realized how deprived you were until the weight of your sexual rut was gone.

Once you come to realize what actually happened, you blink and instantly grab your underwear. Harry had already been pulling up his jeans by then.

“You,” You grit out. Your breathing wasn’t completely calm and was definitely wavering as you zipped up your jean shorts. “are not allowed to tell anyone about this, okay?”

“Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?” He says innocently, followed by a devilish smirk. His shirt falls over his head and covers his sculpted abs.

You hate to think about it, but those abs will be missed.

“I’m serious. If anyone, especially one of our friends finds out, I will personally kill you. I will torture you until you can’t take it anymore,” You successfully clip your bra and arrange your shirt correctly. You look in the semi-foggy mirror as you attempt to tame your hair.

“Sounds kinky. But don’t worry, princess, no one’s gonna find out how I made you beg for me,” Harry stands behind you, looking at you through the mirror. Your eyes widen at his words and you turn around.

“Harry!”

“Yeah, it sounded just like that—”

“I fucking swear to—” A knock interrupted both of you. Sudden panic rushed through your body as your mouth became dry. Harry eyed you with a finger over his lips. You stay silent, listening to him, as the stranger soon walks away. You release a breath you didn’t know you were restricting.

“See? That is why we can’t do this. That was too close. I’m leaving and we’re never speaking of this again,” You slowly open the door and peek near the area. When you fully exit, you try to act as relaxed as possible.

You feel flushed and flustered, but that can easily be mistaken for alcohol or dancing. You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen because you need another drink. Maybe seven because you’re feeling a bit too sober after what just happened.

Rina suddenly comes behind you, startlingly you.

“Where have you been, girl?! I haven’t seen you all night!” She shouts over the booming speakers and loud people. Your gut wrenches suddenly in guilt, feeling the weight of being a liar.

“I was dancing with Nate,” The lie flew through your mouth and you bit your cheek. Your clench your solo cup in your hand. He probably left a while ago because of what happened earlier. You wouldn’t blame him.

You’ve never been a good liar. Clearly. But maybe it was easier to lie to a drunk person…

“Ooo, I’m so drunk right now! Did you know that Raquel heard two people fucking in the bathroom? She thinks it was Harry, and I wouldn’t be surprised. Oh, this is my song!” The song changes to Rina’s favorite dance track, which causes her to slip away back into the crowd of dancing drunks. As she drifts away, that gut wrenching feeling becomes more intense when you take in what she just said.

Raquel heard you in the bathroom. Oh fuck. She doesn’t know it was you and Harry though. Hopefully, she is extremely drunk too and doesn’t remember a lick of tonight.

You hate to admit it to yourself, but that sex with Harry was really good. It wasn’t like the typical sex you have. It wasn’t intimate and loving, or soft and sweet. It was rough and fast, and you really liked it. You’re kind of left in a state of shock because you know it won’t ever happen again.

He had control over you. And even though it was Harry out of all people, there was some type of passion beneath it all that just aroused you so much. Stuff like that is what gets people addicted. And you couldn’t be… addicted to Harry.

You knew everything was now messed up, yet a part of you was satisfied and relieved.

It was one time. You can’t be addicted.

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YAY! thanks for reading 🤭

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bookofmirth · 3 months

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Did you like cc3 or love? Neither?

oh hello, why don't you pull up a chair because I have finished this book and I have Thoughts. I was thinking for a good chunk of this book that I would give it 2 stars. I still might. It depends on how it sits with me over the next couple of weeks. I ended up giving it 3 because I did enjoy some parts.

I will start with the more positive thoughts.

I am glad that the crossover was limited. One of my fears was that the series be unavoidably intertwined from here on out, so that pleases me.

I really did like seeing how Nesta has grown, her friendship with Azriel, and seeing more interesting things with his powers! That was really neat.

I did laugh out loud a couple of times, at points where I was supposed to laugh out loud. I think Tharion is dumb as hell but he made me chuckle.

The scene with Ithan and Sabine towards the end was good, I was like Gordon Ramsay, finally, some delicious fucking consequences.

Ummm... I like Ruhn and Lidia still. They had some silly moments, but overall they are the only characters in this book that I still have a shred of respect for. Maybe Perry and Sathia. Everyone else is on thin fucking ice.

Shout out to the one (1) line Bryce said that I liked: “I’m sick and tired of people using 'girl' as an insult.”

Unfortunately, the list of things I didn't like is far longer. I'm actually going to put it under the cut if people don't want their enjoyment spoiled or simply don't care.

In my opinion, sjm is a good storyteller, and an okay writer. This book really, really highlighted that for me. The plotting was a mess, I was constantly going back a page because I was confused about what was going on, there were weird inconsistencies that only made sense if you stepped back from the book and thought "well, the author needed that to happen, I guess."

There were some typos and word choice errors that should have been caught - "every muscle in Bryce's body went taught" and then a missing quotation mark (But it was Aidas who answered, pride flaring on his face. Apollion slew her with his Helfire when she attacked him—he pulled her burning heart from her chest and ate it.”). Not to mention the 255 "could have sworns" and 50-something "as if". I noticed a few similar phrases to this. If I'm feeling spicy one day maybe I will go back and find them.

The number of times she says "by whatever power" or "somehow" in a book where she has spent a lot of time explaining the power, and we should know what the "somehow" is???

Who in the ever loving fuck thinks that splitting up two tense scenes by cutting them into bite sized pieces and then interspersing them together is a good idea???

There were multiple times when I laughed out loud at scenes that were not meant to be funny, because they just seemed so dumb. Like... Ithan "accidentally" beheading Sigrid. Excuse me?? lmao (I edited this one because in my annoyance I misrepresented that a bit)

The tone was so, so off. That was a big source of my inappropriate laughing. Like, Hunt thanking Urd that he had such a loyal, fierce badass mate. Or a chapter starting with Ruhn saying "nah". I think this is because the genre could not decided what it wanted to be. SJM was still writing like this was high fantasy, but then used the word "like" in the way that I use the word "like". I do get that this is urban fantasy and she tried to smush it with a high fantasy (a high fantasy with very little world building, but still), but I really do not think that this genre serves sjm's style of storytelling. At all.

Dear powers that be in whatever heaven that exists, please stop letting sjm describe every single character as the most strongest beautiful fiercest loyal badass tough unflenching etc etc etc. I fucking beg. One of the big reasons that I dislike pretty much every character in this series is that they ALL HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY.

Bryce is annoying as hell. I could write a whole essay on her but she is easily my least favorite sjm character EVER.

I am bitter at feeling like I needed to read this book when, after hosab, I would have given up on this series if not for the crossover.

The crossover really did feel like a "teehee I can do this because I want to" with very, very little thought as to how it would actually make sense. A crossover like this should NOT be done by someone who doesn't outline, and who pantses their writing. Pantsing is fine in itself! Pantsers should be barred from writing this kind of book.

Hunt's dick is too big for his underwear.

#hofas #hofas spoilers #house of flame and shadow spoilers #Leslie reads hofas #house of flame and shadow #sjm critical

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echo-goes-mmm · 5 months

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Silas and Wren #9

Masterpost

Warnings: none

Note: Felix (Silas’s brother) uses they/them pronouns and masculine family terms

The doorbell rang, and Wren’s blood ran cold. Master was out, and he hadn’t been told what to do when someone came to call.

There was very little time to decide, so he summoned up all his courage and opened the door. Two people were on the step, a man and a woman.

‘Master is out, but I can pass on a message for you’, is what he would have said, but the man at the door pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you for protecting my brother,” said the man, stepping away.

“Uh-”

“May we come in?”

“Um-”

“Great, thank you.” They pushed past him, and Wren awkwardly shut the door behind them.

As they put their coats in the hall closet, Wren had the opportunity to actually look at them. The person who hugged him must be Felix, and the lady their fiancée (wife?).

Felix did actually look like a younger version of their dad, and it was eerie how similar they were. The woman was blonde and pretty. She had a diamond ring that must be incredibly expensive.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Master was gone, and had been for hours. Maybe he’d come back soon, but Wren wasn’t even a house slave. He had no hosting experience.

“Could- could I get you some tea, or- um-” he wrung his hands as they turned to look at him. Heat rose to his face; vampires didn’t drink tea.

“How about you show us to the sitting room?” said the woman, gently.

“Right- sorry.” He led them in, trying his best to seem put together despite the fluttering anxiety in his chest.

“You know,” said Felix with a little laugh as they sat on the couch, “I’ve never actually been to my brother’s house. It’s quite nice. Where is he, by the way?”

“He’s uh, out running errands.” Wren wasn’t sure if he was also supposed to sit down or not.

“Oh.” It was Felix’s turn to be embarrassed, and Wren could see the charming family resemblance. They made the same face as Silas when he was awkward.

“Darling, you didn’t ask ahead?” The lady shook her head. Sheepishly, Felix rubbed the back of their neck.

The lady turned to him and offered a smile. “I’m sorry my silly fiancé forgot to warn you, and I’m very sorry we haven’t introduced ourselves. I’m Elisa, and of course this is Felix.”

“I’m called Wren, but um, I guess you knew?” Wren sat down in Master’s armchair, curling into it. He tucked his branded hand under his leg. Maybe they wouldn’t notice, or at least hadn’t yet.

“Ehh, not really,” said Felix, “I knew you were living with Silas, and I know you made my father very angry, but he neglected to mention your name.”

“I’m afraid he doesn’t care much about the details of most people. He didn’t bother to learn my name for the first three months I was courting Felix.” Elisa placed her hand on Felix’s. Wren tried not to feel jealous that they had the luxury of being in love and he didn’t.

“How did you meet?” he asked, as politely as possible. People did small talk, right?

“Oh, well,” Felix glanced at Elisa, and it was probably the wrong question to distract himself from his own longing. “I was at a housewarming party for a business acquaintance, and Elisa was wearing this eye-catching gorgeous dress-”

“Oh stop it, you,” blushed Elisa, smacking their shoulder while smiling.

“-and it was love at first sight. I thoroughly seduced her that night.”

Elisa leaned in, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, “They spilled a glass of wine on me,” she whispered conspiratorially. “And could barely stutter out an apology. My mother was quite offended on my behalf. It was adorable.”

“Don’t tell him that bit,” protested Felix, “Let me have my fairytale.”

Wren felt himself smile a bit, despite the sick pool of envy in his stomach. He couldn’t help but be happy for them.

“How did you and Silas meet?” asked Elisa, and Wren tried not to panic at the question.

“Oh… um…”

“It’s alright,” reassured Felix, “I am a bit curious about how my brother managed to meet a partner- especially a human- but you don’t have to say.”

“Thank you,” he said, immediately feeling guilty. He was lying to Silas’s beloved brother, and sooner or later it would come out. But the lure of pretending- he couldn’t pass it up.

“How’s he doing? We… haven’t spoken in a while.”

“He’s fine. A little shaken after his father visited, but he’s mostly okay. He worries, though.”

Felix nodded. “That sounds like him, alright. Father is an intense man. I’m fairly certain he’s to blame for my brother’s nervousness.”

“He was adamant we didn’t invite Silas,” added Elisa. “We didn’t want to make a fuss, but it is unfortunate.”

“But tell us about you,” smiled Felix. “I’d like to know about my future brother-in-law, instead of lamenting my subpar family. Do you have any siblings?”

“Not that I know of. I, uh, don’t really know my dad,” he said truthfully. “I’m an only child as far as I know.”

“Oh… my condolences. I couldn’t imagine. I have three siblings, all older than me,” said Elisa. “It must be lonely. How’s your mom?”

“We don’t really talk. She worked all the time, and I left home pretty young,” lied Wren. It was true up to a point, but he was really talking out of his ass.

Silas was going to be furious. And his hand was falling asleep.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Have you two been together long?”

“A few months. A little fast, I know, but he’s so sweet and we just sort of happened.” Wren desperately tried to get back on familiar territory. Talking about Silas was easy.

“We can hardly judge,” waved off Felix. “Elisa and I have only been together two years and look at us! Married in a scant few days.”

“Silas has gone nearly crazy with deciding on a wedding gift. He even asked my opinion on vampiric wines, as if I knew anything about that,” he joked.

Felix snorted. “Typical. He gets caught up in his head sometimes.”

“I’ve noticed,” he grinned. “He sent you a letter, by the way. I’m not sure what all he said, but he was, well, nervous.”

“I haven’t gotten it yet, but I’m sure I can guess. Aside from the wedding fiasco, is he… happy?”

“I think so. Or at least, happier than when we first met.”

“Thank you,” said Felix, genuine and sincere. Guilt swirled in his gut. “Really, thank you. It was tough for him when Father tossed him out.”

“I-”

The front door opened and closed. Felix and their fiancée turned toward the doorway.

“Wren?” called out Silas, wandering into the room, “I need your opinion on-” Master froze at the scene. He dropped the package he was carrying.

“Felix?”

Felix stood up from the couch and wrapped their arms around Silas. Silas melted into their embrace.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” he sniffed. He stepped away, wiping his eyes.

“I know, it's my fault. Sorry about that.”

“No, no it’s fine.” Silas glanced at Wren. He looked away, and Silas furrowed his brow.

“Silas, this is my fiancée, Elisa.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” said Elisa, standing to shake Silas’s hand. “Felix has told me lots of stories.”

“Oh, um, all good things, I hope?” Elisa smiled at him.

“Of course.”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about the wedding,” said Felix. “It happened rather quickly, and Father, well. You know how he is.”

“Right,” muttered Silas, leaning over to pick up the package he dropped. He set it on the table beside Wren.

“To be fair,” pointed out Felix, and oh no- “you didn’t tell me about your beau either.”

“Beau?”

“You know,” winked Felix, “Partner, lover, whatever you want to call him. I never thought you’d meet such a lovely man. No offense.”

“None taken, but what the hell are you talking about?”

Wren sank further into the chair. Felix turned to him, confused, and Silas followed their gaze. Even Elisa was looking at him.

“Wren,” said Silas, and he couldn’t read his tone, “what did you say to them?”

He bit his lip, trying to keep from bursting into tears. There was no way Silas would love him after this.

“I- I just-” best to get it over with- “I just wanted to pretend for a little while.”

“I’m a little lost here,” said Elisa. “Pretend what?”

“I think I’ve made a critical error of assumption,” said Felix. “And my brother is actually single.”

Wren nodded, and he pulled out his hand, showing off his damn mark. “I’m really, really sorry.”

Felix’s eyes went wide, and they turned on Silas, snarling. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Nothing!”

“You own a person!”

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not a person,” he offered, but they didn’t seem to hear him.

“Well maybe I was just tired of being alone! Sorry you can’t understand that with your perfect life!” hissed Silas.

“Oh that’s a laugh! You think I want to be the golden child? It’s fucking exhausting! You can do whatever you want now! And I have to put up with Father’s orders all the time!”

“You can just say no! It’s easy! No! See?”

They were a scant foot away from each other, shouting and hissing, like two cats with hackles raised.

Elisa grabbed his hand. “Let’s leave them to it,” she whispered. Wren followed her out into the main hall.

“How about you show me the rest of the house?”

“Oh, uh, sure, ma’am.”

“Just Elisa will do.”

“Right, sorry.” They wandered around the house. It wasn’t much of a tour; he was too tense from the distant argument.

“They’ll get over it,” she assured him after a moment. “Felix loves their brother.”

“I’m not worried about that. I lied to you two, and made him look bad. He’ll be angry with me.”

Elisa paused, looking at one of the paintings. She traced the golden frame with a slender finger. “Does he mistreat you?”

“There’s not really a way to mistreat a slave. By definition. We’re meant to accept anything.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Wren stared up at the painting. It was one of his favorites.

“He hasn’t hit me, or anything like that.”

She turned to him. “You think he will?”

“No,” he said immediately. Silas wouldn’t. But there were a variety of ways to punish slaves. It didn’t have to involve a fist.

They moved from the library to the wing where he lived.

“Tell me, what do you do for Silas?” she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Not much,” he admitted, grabbing some orange juice from the fridge. “I just keep him company really.”

“Sexually?”

“I was sold to him for that, but he’s not interested. We just talk. Play board games and cards.” He poured a glass of juice and put the jug back. “He’s been teaching me to read.”

“Oh?”

___________________

“You of all people should know it’s not that simple!”

“Then why do you think it’s easy for me? I lost everything when Father threw me out! No one wanted to talk to me, not even my own brother!”

“I-” Felix deflated. “I’m sorry. I should have gone with you.”

“I never wanted that. I just don’t understand why you didn’t talk to me,” he said, quiet. It still ached, like a bruise on his heart.

Felix sat on the couch. “I don’t have a good explanation. Guilt, I guess? I’m just sorry, Silas.” He looked down at his hands.

Silas sat down next to him. “I forgive you. As long as I’m still your brother, right?”

“Of course. But Silas, why did you buy a slave? It’s not like you.”

Silas looked up at the ceiling. “It’s just like I said before. I really needed someone in my corner. Don’t laugh.” he nudged Felix.

“I wasn’t laughing! I might not… really get it, but if it makes you happy then that’s fine with me. Just as long as you aren’t too mean to him.”

“I would never!”

Felix snorted. “I know, I’m messing with you.”

Elisa and Wren walked into the room, and Silas immediately noticed that there was something wrong with him. Wren was lingering half a step behind Elisa, eyes trained on the floor.

Elisa kissed Felix on the top of their head. They tilted their head to the side, a smile gracing their face.

Silas caught Wren looking, something strange in his expression before he turned back to the floor.

They exchanged goodbyes and I-love-yous and well wishes.

“Hey,” he called to Wren, low and calm. “Come here.”

Wren miserably made his way over. He did not sit down, instead opting to linger with his head hanging low. Silas took his hand in his own.

“What happened? Did Elisa say something?”

“No, Master,” he whispered. “She was nice.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Wren sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “I lied to your brother, and I’m so so sorry.” Wren looked up at him, and he looked terrified.

“I’m not mad.”

“Y- you’re not?”

“No.” Silas stroked his thumb over the back of Wren’s hand. “You just didn’t want to be judged. I get that.”

Wren looked away.

“Really. I’m not upset.”

“Okay.” Wren wiped his tears. “Can I go? Please?”

“Yeah, uh, sure.” Silas felt wrong footed, like he just messed up somehow. “I’ll see you later, I guess.”

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Welcome to the Team

Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Jeff the landshark

Summary: Jeff meets the team

A/N: Here is part 2 of my Jeff AU. In celebration of today being a year since I first posted a fic there will be a double bill of Jeff! The final 1 year celebration request includes Jeff too so you can expect that later on. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this part, it's practically a crack!fic 😂

It is unusual for everyone to be sitting in the lounge area on a random Friday afternoon. But you have put it off for long enough so it is time to finally rip off the band-aid.

You are standing facing the group of heroes who are all looking at you expectedly with Wanda standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and see her give you an encouraging smile, waiting for you to start talking.

Taking a breath, you begin. "Okay. I know you're all wondering why we've asked you here today." And before you can get anywhere the Avengers must think this is the cue to start a guessing game.

"Wanda's pregnant!" Tony exclaims.

Some of the quicker thinkers widen their eyes and reflexively look at you.

You point at him to quickly shut down the thought, "No."

"Really? There have been some weird noises coming from your room lately," Sam thinks aloud.

Once again you are stopped before you can comment.

"You're moving out together?" Bucky asks.

You're about to decline the accusation but then they all come flooding in.

"You finally proposed?" Natasha questions.

"Wanda proposed?" Steve opposes.

"Oh wow, I really thought it would be you to pop the question, Y/n. What a twist," Carol, who you don't even know why she is here, says.

"You got a dog?" Peter speaks with a hopeful look in his eye.

"A cat maybe?" Bucky decides to add his own input. Along with Bruce who follows with, "Perhaps a rabbit?"

You turn to see Wanda amused by the whole thing. Turning back around, you have to raise your voice to be heard, "QUIET!" This manages to restore some order to the meeting you called.

"Thank you," you relax. "None of you are right. Actually I guess Peter, Bucky and Bruce were close."

You see Peter raise his hand for a fist bump but Bruce mistakes it for a high five so it turns into an awkward closed hand around a fist situation. Bucky is too far from either of them to celebrate the small victory.

"There is a new addition to the compound, his name is Jeff," you announce.

"Who names a hamster 'Jeff'?" Peter asks.

"No way, it's going to be a parrot. Or some kind of bird right?" Clint 'The Hawkeye' Barton guesses.

Once again this starts off a new guessing game - What animal could it be?

"Monkey," "Raccoon," "Fox," "Guinea pig," "Chameleon," "Duck!"

You begin to question your life choices, how did you ever end up in this situation? Maybe you should have set this gathering up like a game show at least then it might have been fun for you too.

Instead of stopping them this time you take a seat until they hopefully tire themselves out.

"No, no. From the noises I heard it's definitely a goat," Sam remarks.

You decide it's hopeless when the discussion doesn't look like it will cease. Giving up the waiting game you nod your head to Wanda rolling your eyes, you can tell she is holding in her laughter for your sake.

She leaves the area and after a few moments she returns with Jeff. It is only when the pitter patter sound of footsteps close in do they realise you are no longer standing directly in front of them. Instead you are next to Wanda with a new being between you.

You could hear a pin drop now that everyone's gazes are fixed to the little guy.

"Everybody, this is Jeff," you introduce your new roommate.

The attention seems to make Jeff nervous, you don't know if he has ever had this many eyes on him. Possibly when he was captive in the lab. You realise this could be traumatic for him so you guide him to step behind you.

His two front feet grip your leg as he peers round to see everyone still looking at him.

Wanda sits on the floor close to him with a hand resting on the fin on his back. "It's okay Jeff, they're all friendly," she reassures him.

"Is that a fish with legs?" Clint asks, "Oh man, I was way off."

"He's a shark," you say matter-of-factly. When you see everyone's expression change to a worried or frightened one you clarify further in hopes to calm their nerves. "A landshark!"

It doesn't work.

"Y/n, what the hell is a landshark? You better start explaining and fast," Natasha all but threatens you. You can see one of her hands has disappeared behind her back meaning she is defensively readying a knife behind her.

"He's not harmful, he's really friendly," you say. Then you remember some things you have read about sharks so are quick to add, "Also sharks are misconstrued as being vicious when they're actually not. They get a bad rep even though they're basically puppies of the ocean. Did you know, more people are killed each year by coconu-"

"Y/n!" Natasha interrupts.

"Right," you say, gathering your thoughts and glancing down at him. "He's nice and friendly and really playful. A bit of a clutz too. We've had him hidden in our room for about two weeks now."

This seems to bring Tony's attention away from the shark to you, "Oh really? And you didn't think to mention this to the person who pays for everything around here?"

"We were going to tell you after the first night he stayed but didn't bother because we didn't think he would be here for this long. Dr Cho was trying to get a specialist in to take a look at him but there were delays," Wanda momentarily takes over for you.

"Oh, so Cho knows. That's great," Tony comments sarcastically, "as well as the specialist, right?"

"Yes. Plus two others who work with the specialist," you add much to Tony's dismay.

Jeff seems to be a bit more comfortable because he has come out from behind you. He tugs on your pant leg wanting to be picked up by you so you oblige and feedback to the group what you have found out so far.

"They finally looked him over a couple of days ago. No one knows where he has come from or why he looks the way he does. The working theory is that he was experimented on which fits with what Wanda saw in a flash the first time she came in contact with him."

Jeff starts squirming in your arms so you nod to Wanda to continue while you try to settle Jeff by whispering words of affirmation to him. Telling him none of these people will hurt him as you rub up and down his back.

"From the tests and interacting with him so far he seems to be able to understand us and in addition to being able to breathe air he can breathe underwater too. The more time we spend with him the easier it has been to communicate," Wanda finishes, while she scratches under Jeff's chin which helps calm his nerves.

Everyone looks on in silence as Jeff pulls away from you slightly. You speak in a low tone asking if he wants to say hi to the team. Which, reluctantly, he agrees to.

There is a strong bond between you, even if it hasn't been too long since you found him, so he knows he can trust anyone you want to introduce him to.

You go to place him on the ground but he whines a little while clutching your shirt. Instead, you stand back up and he turns in your arms facing the expecting crowd.

He raises his little hand in a wave speaking in a small voice, "Mrr."

In a second everybody's eyes soften and you hear a collective 'aww' sound out.

Maybe you should have started with this.

They are all about to rush over but you stop them from doing so with a hand out in front of you while taking a step back. Wanda moves swiftly standing between the incoming horde and Jeff.

"One at a time," she requests.

Peter makes his way over first and greets Jeff introducing himself.

It definitely must be a sight, all of this.

A young couple holding a shark as if he is a baby. It is only inevitable that someone asks, "So, is Jeff like your child then?"

And of course that person has to be Natasha.

…

The Jeff you are looking at now is unrecognisable to the Jeff from half an hour ago. He has lossened right up.

After everyone introduced themselves Peter decided to show Jeff his web slingers and, against yours and Wanda's wishes, hung Jeff upside down from the ceiling. The excited noise and wide smile was enough to make you step back. But not too far back just enough, in case you needed to catch him.

After that he spent some time with Carol who showed him a glowing fist. Natasha smirked at Wanda and you as she twirled a knife around her fingers, Bucky doing the same which turned into a contest.

When they weren't looking you picked him up and moved him away from the crazy movements.

As the only member with kids Clint simply spoke to him like he was a baby, Steve said he didn't have any tricks for him but maybe one day he would show Jeff his shield. Sam asked Jeff if he wanted to pet Redwing which he happily did.

Even now Tony has been playing tricks with him, making a coin disappear then reappear from behind Jeff's ear. He had to borrow a coin from someone first, it would have been more surprising if Tony had any small change on his person to begin with.

Next is Bruce who tells Jeff there is someone else he should meet then transforms into the Hulk. Jeff looks at the green giant in wonder then puts his arms up to be picked up so he can be the tallest in the room. When Hulk sees Jeff he crouches down so he is eye level with Jeff, sniffing and surveying him. He chuckles, calls Jeff 'a puny baby' then picks him up and places the landshark on his head.

Shortly after everyone takes their leave. Clint is on his way home to his family, Natasha goes to train with Bucky following behind her. A Hulk-less Bruce returns to the lab with Tony. Steve, Sam and Carol are discussing a mission they are assigned to lead and Peter says he has some homework he needs to finish.

"What a day huh Jeff?" You breathe out, exhausted. Jeff looks at you like a small child while trotting around, jumping on the couches and back onto the floor excited about all the new friends he has made.

"I think Jeff is going to be just fine here," Wanda says to you as you both watch him, side by side.

"Hello good people of Earth!" You hear a familiar loud voice sound from the entrance disturbing your peace. And when he makes it in front of you, he is his usual happy self.

"Hi Thor... What are you doing here?" You ask, confused.

"I'm here for the meeting, of course," Thor says in his cheery voice.

"I didn't know you were on the mailing list," you say a little tiredly trying to think back to the email you sent out.

"I didn't know he knew how to check his email," you hear Wanda's side comment next to you.

"Well, I am the strongest Avenger after all," Thor boasts, "I should be here for all the little talks and what nots."

"Right," you say a little unsurely. "Err, the meeting is over now but it was to introduce a new resident to the compound."

You see him spot Jeff who peeks his head over the backrest between you and Wanda. He is looking at Thor in awe with his mouth agape much like he did when he saw Hulk.

As he climbs over the back rest you stand and Jeff stands next to you in front of Thor his head tilting back as he trails his eyes upwards from the hammer Thor is holding to his face.

"This is Jeff," Wanda says.

"Jeff the landshark," you add.

Thor has seen plenty of creatures in his lifetime so it's no surprise he doesn't react in a negative way. "Oh, how wonderful! Welcome to the team, little landshark!" Thor's voice booms excitedly.

You don't get a chance to tell Thor that Jeff is not a part of the team, only that he is staying with you in the compound because, before you know it, he lifts Jeff onto his shoulder and walks away with him.

Sighing heavily you place your hands on your hips when you hear Thor talking about a battle, going into excruciating details about how he killed a group of enemies. You are a little wary of how Jeff is going to respond to the gory details of war.

Wanda stands and moves behind you. She wraps her arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. "He-" Wanda was about to say something but is cut off short when you both hear an excited squeal from Jeff in the distance so she rests her chin and giggles against you instead.

"I was going to say he's going to love whatever story Thor brings up, but that's kind of obvious now," she says, smiling into your shoulder.

You sigh again, "I know. But now he's going to want us to talk about all the fights we've endured and I don't think it's good for him."

Next, you hear some scuffling making you cringe because it sounds as though some equipment has fallen and crashed to the ground. Not long later you hear the sound of fast little footsteps making their way in your direction.

Then you hear Thor shout, "JEFF! GIVE THAT BACK."

Well this can't be good.

Before you can move from your spot Jeff runs past you with Mjolnir clutched in his mouth. Wanda has stepped beside you and when you glance at each other you see she holds the same shocked expression as you.

You both then turn to see Jeff's figure running out of the entrance doors. Wanda is clearly amused but you speak aloud the question on your mind, "How is he worthy and I'm not?" You ask, insulted.

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair, "It's okay honey, you don't need a hammer telling you anything I don't already know."

She is leaning in to kiss you but a new voice enters your ears.

"Sestra! Come look! There's a dog in a shark costume out here!" Pietro exclaims, "And he's holding a fake hammer too!"

It is official.

Jeff has met the whole team.

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