#im having fun trying to ease the nerves :'3

[aviatrix-ash]

And awaaayyyyy he goes 💕 I took him with on another plane ride. it's what he deserves :3

[bueckers-babygirl]

Care for me (Paige bueckers x black!fem!reader)

Summary: You want to give Paige a peaceful self-care day, but it doesn't go how you thought it would

“Babe, is it supposed to burn” Paige fans her face as the green mask burns her skin. “Yes! That means it’s working” you said applying some to your face after putting your island twists into a ponytail. Paige had been stressed because of her big game, and you thought having a self-care day would be a good idea to ease her nerves. “Baby, it hurts so bad! Help me” Paige says, running around to the bathroom. You start to laugh as you stop her and grab her face. You made the split-second decision to blow on her face to try and ease the pain. “Did that help” you asked, trying to stifle your laugh. “Barely…but thanks” she says with a laugh, giving you a quick peck.

After you both wipe the Aztec mask from your skin, you attempt to make a healthy meal together. “I think this is what it’s supposed to look like” You look at the Pinterest inspiration picture and then back at the meal you tried to make. A weird green mess made the apartment smell like smoke and another unknown scent. “This looks awful…what was this even supposed to be,” Paige says, poking at the meal. “I don't know man….it was supposed to be this cute keto meal to give you energy and like, clean your gut or something” A wave of disappointment came over your body as you picked up the plate and threw it in the trash. Paige notices the change in your demeanor and comes behind you to hold your waist. “How about I order us some Chipotle and we can just sit and finish our little self-care day after, hm” Paige says kissing your neck. “I guess…we should learn how to cook though,” You say as Paige laughs behind you.

You ordered Chipotle and spent most of the night watching Netflix. Even though you were having a good time, you still felt guilty that you couldn’t give your wonderful girlfriend the self-help day she truly deserved. You were both sat on the couch when paige noticed your mood has changed yet again. “Whats wrong, I thought you werent upset about the food anymore” she said, tilting your chin up with your fingers tp look at her. “Im not just mad about that,” you said getting up from your seat. “It’s the whole day! I accidentally burned your face, I made trash food that made the apartment smell like burning shit, and now were just sitting here bored as hell watching new girl for the fifth time” you rambled on until paige took your hand while laughing. “Babe, I had so much fun today, regardless of all that, just being here with you helped me relieve my stress” she kissed your forehead before looking into your eyes. “Aw, that was really corny paige, but also very sweet” You said while paige rolled her eyes. 

All of a sudden you remembered one thing you still had planned. You pushed Paige out of the way leaving her confused. You then came back into the room with a flower Lego set. “I completely forgot about this” You said jumping you and down. Paige’s eyes lit up as you ran to her with the set. You then spent the rest of the night in your pajamas building the set in your bedroom. “This was so worth getting my face burned for” Paige says as finishes the final piece of the bouquet. She looks over at you for approval, only to see you fast asleep in your purple bonnet and her sweatshirt. She looks at you fondly before pulling the covers over you and giving you a kiss goodnight. Paige soon slipped in next to you after proudly putting the plastic project on your nightstand, hoping you will tell her how beautiful it is in the morning.

Hope yall liked this one! This was actually so much fun to write <3

[vashsmunch]

Take a chance

Vash x GN!Reader

Synopsis: childhood best friends talking about first kisses. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: none

A/N: I TOLD YALL IM BACK <3 (not really, but IM TRYING.) i promise i'm reading ur requests and i'll do my best to get to all of them, just know i love yall and appreciate your support!!

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"You've really never kissed someone before?"  

Vash groans loudly as he shoves his face into a pillow. "I came here for advice, not to be made fun of." You let out a giggle as you watched him flop onto your bed. 

To be honest, you'd be shocked if he had. Sure, he was attractive, but he was also a bundle of nerves, a ticking time bomb of anxiety ready to detonate at any point. You'd known him for a long time, since the two of you were kids, matter of fact. Even back then, he had terrible luck with romance, and it didn't get better when you went off to college together. He would often come back to the dorm with a defeated expression on his face, bemoaning how awful his date went, and the two of you would spend the rest of the night proclaiming your hate for love. Pints of ice cream in tow and a sappy rom-com on the TV until you eventually fall asleep on the couch together. It was a ritual, one of the main reasons you were so close to him. 

Reaching over to stroke his hair, you tried to hide the playfulness in your voice. "Come on, you big baby. It's not that bad. Lots of people haven't had their first kiss!" 

He turned his head to look at you, a pout on his face. "Have you had yours?" 

"Yeah, but I also am not as socially awkward as you are," you quipped, rubbing his blonde strands between your fingers. "If it's worth anything, I think once you got over that, you would have everyone falling over you. You're a sweet guy with the biggest heart I've ever seen, and despite your doubts, you're extremely attractive."

His cheeks burned red as you told him this, and you grinned, knowing exactly how to rile him up. Vash was too easy to tease, and seeing him sputter and cough from nervousness always put you in a good mood. Your relationship with him was odd but one you wouldn't trade for the world. 

"You really think so?"  

"I do, yes."  

He took a deep breath as he sat up, grabbing your hand stroking his hair with his own. His face was bright red as he stared at you with determination. "Then will you be my first?"  

Your eyes widened, staring at him with a slacked jaw. 

"What?" 

Immediately, Vash was stumbling over his words, trying to come up with excuses. He stood up, pacing back and forth while fumbling with his hands in the air. "W-Well, I was just thinking that- If someone like you really thinks so, then maybe..." he paused, turning to you with widened eyes. "Not to say you're like, unattractive! I think you're very attractive, like super attractive-" he groans, shoving his face into his hands and trying to hide himself from your gaze. "Gah, just ignore I said anything, I'm sorry."

The room was quiet for a few long moments, your face unreadable as you stared at him. Visible beads of sweat started forming on the edge of his hairline as he looked back at you through the gaps of his fingers, his eyes searching yours for any sign. Any sign that you didn't hate him now, that you wouldn't leave him. 

"Took you long enough."

His body froze, and a silent gasp left his lips as he stammered. "Wh-What?"

Cute.

You hummed softly, standing up to slowly walk over to him. "You're not exactly subtle, ya know? I've seen how you look at me, how you'd scoot closer to graze your hand against mine whenever we sit together," His uneasiness was visibly peaking in his facial expression, and you felt a tinge of guilt. To try to ease it, you stepped closer to where your faces were inches apart and cupped his cheek. Vash let out a silent sigh of relief as he felt your touch, and you couldn't help but smile as he nestled into you. "I don't hate you nor resent you for telling me. In fact, I'm very happy you did."

His eyes fluttered shut as he turned to press featherlight kisses into your palm, reaching up to hold it with his own hand. You could feel his breath shuddering as he tried to recollect his bearings, almost as if trying to ground himself back into reality. "I thought it was all a joke. I didn't think you were actually serious." 

"You may be socially awkward, but you're also incredibly transparent. I've felt this way for a while; I was just waiting for you to come clean."

Vash's eyes welled up with emotion, and he blinked away a few tears as he continued to hold your hand against his cheek. "I didn't want to mess up our friendship," he admitted, his voice quivering. "I was so scared I would mess it all up. I mean, you've seen how all my dates have gone." 

Thumbing his cheek, you lean in to rest your head on his chest, smiling contentedly. He was always like this, too scared to pursue happiness for himself if it meant risking something important. You would never push him into telling you, and you didn't want to. To you, he was everything, and as long as he showed the same, nothing else mattered. "I'm not blaming you. I understand. Regardless of anything, the fact is that you did it eventually, and I'd be more than willing to be your first kiss."

You lifted your face to look him in the eyes, and you tilted your head invitingly. It was his decision whether he wanted to or not; either way, it wouldn't change anything between you two. There was a long pause as you both gazed at each other, and eventually, you felt his hand glide down the side of your body to wrap around your waist. Your breath quickened as he tentatively leaned down, your lips barely brushing against each other. And then, finally, he kissed you. 

It was gentle at first, his fingers softly digging into your side to bring you closer to him. You could feel your chest about to explode from happiness, and you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck to help him. Vash groaned softly as his tongue traced the ridge of your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You opened your mouth to grant him permission, and he took as much as possible, exploring you to his heart's content. He was inexperienced and just a bit too enthusiastic, but it's what made him all the more endearing. What mattered was that you were his first. His first friend, his first roommate, and now his first kiss. 

He helped you lay back against the bed, and as you settled into the mattress, his hands gripped your sides. It was like he was trying to convey that he felt the same. He wanted you; all he had ever wanted was you. You breathed a happy sigh against his lips and eventually pulled back, panting softly. "How was that?"

Vash looked at you with adoration, like he had the entire universe in his hands and never wanted to let you go. "I think I want a lot more first times with you."

A laugh escaped you, and you leaned in again. "I think I'd like that."

[tigertofu]

HIIII IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W YOUR WORK LIKE OMFG KEEP IT UP <3 Can you write trevor x shy! chubby/fat reader smut 😼

hi hiiii !! i could not have asked for a better first nsfw request than this one 😭😭 i had SO MUCH fun with this prompt........ trevor/shy, chubby girl is licherally my specialty so tysm for sending it in 💕💕💕!

i have got to start remembering to add gifs to these posts......

pairing: chubby and shy fem reader/Trevor

summary: One night, the raunchy pickup lines of a strange man lure you from the bar you two met in to his trailer. Your nerves make your attempt at hooking up a bit difficult at first, but he knows just how to put your mind at ease.

cw's: explicit smut

wordcount: 2,747

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“C’mon, sugar. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Your eyes darted up to meet those of the man who’s lips you’d just unlocked your own from. But even in the dim of his cluttered room, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It was so intense it felt like it would burn straight through your retinas. 

“S–Sorry,” you muttered, staring at the cover of a porn mag on his crumpled comforter. A blonde woman in a red bikini, her long limbs perfectly posed, her stomach flat beneath the hint of ribcage under her impossibly round, perky breasts, graced the cover. The apprehension in your stomach quitched. You wondered if, despite Trevor’s interest in getting you out of the Yellow Jack and into his trailer the moment you acquiesced to his raunchy pickup lines, that was the type of woman he was into.

He groaned beside you. Flopped down with his back against the headboard of his bed.

“And stop fucking apologizing,” he said, tugging at the back of your shirt. You relented and scooted yourself back to sit beside him. 

You knew the “sorry”’s were getting repetitive at this point. You’d squeaked one when you’d tripped over an empty pizza box on the way to his bed and caught yourself against him. You’d murmured another when you’d miscalculated which way to tilt your head when he’d first gone in for a kiss, causing the tips of your noses to bump against each other. 

“I’m—” Your sentence got cut off by him reaching over to fondle one of your breasts. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your shirt and bra. Your nipple, which had perked up to attention the second his mouth had come down on yours a few minutes earlier, rolled beneath his hand. You made a whimpering sound in the back of your throat before refinding the strength to breathe out: “I–I’m just kinda nervous is all.”

“Nervous? Why?” He cupped your tit from below now, lifting it away from your chest, feeling out its weight and the way the soft flesh conformed to his hand. “You scared? ‘Cuz I promise I’m not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. Unless you want me to. Orrr… Maybe you’d wanna hurt me? I’m always down for any of that kinky shit.”

“I–I don’t know why,” you huffed. As you spoke, Trevor’s free hand snaked its way to your thigh. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “I just am.”

But you did know why. It was the same type of shyness that dewed your forehead with sweat and cinched your vocal chords shut, making your words shaky, whenever you found yourself in an intimate situation. Anxiety that you’d do or say something awkward. That your partner wouldn’t like what they found underneath your clothes. It had increased tenfold the usual tonight though, because you’d found yourself here, in the bed of a man with years more experience than you, who you’d already sensed had a hair–trigger temper.

Trevor didn’t catch onto your lie, thankfully. 

The hand on your thigh nudged upwards, leveraging your legs apart by a few inches. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he cooed against the side of your head. His breath, malty with the half dozen beers he’d drank at the Yellow Jack while trying to woo you, curled warm against the shell of your ear. “Just relax… Relax and let Uncle T take care of ya.”

The nickname made your stomach roll over itself. In a bad way or a good way, you couldn’t be sure. Maybe both. What you were sure of, was that the moment Trevor finished with undoing the zipper of your jeans, he would find a pair of panties that’d already been soaked through with excitement. 

A rolling growl came out of him when he made this little discovery. 

“Nervous but wet as hell,” he said, clearly proud of himself for eliciting this reaction. 

He squeezed your sex, testing the plushness of the area. The wetness spread underneath the cotton of your panties. You let out an airy moan. 

With one hand still shoved down your pants, he moved to tug at the neckline of your shirt with his other. 

“How about we get all these pesky clothes off, eh?” he crooned.

“W–Wait,” you suddenly cried, grabbing his wrist. 

He jerked his head away from its spot beside yours. Flashed you an annoyed glare. You swallowed. 

“I… Can I… I–Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?” 

Trevor guffawed with sheer disbelief, as if you’d just told him to forget all the flirting and the brief makeout session you’d already shared, you’d actually changed your mind about fucking and would rather just watch a movie together.

“Why the fuck would you wanna do that?” he asked gruffly. “C’mon. I wanna see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”

“I’m…” Worried you won’t find me attractive. Worried you’ll say something mean. Worried you’ll change your mind about doing this. “…Nervous.”

He continued his confused glare. You ducked your head down, staring again at the porn magazine by your foot. A painful, silent minute spun out. Then, Trevor clicked his tongue against his teeth. 

“Listen to me. You are sexy as hell. You know that?” he said, his voice more low and even than it’d been a moment ago. You felt a bit embarrassed that he’d caught on to your need for validation, but overwhelmingly glad that he was freely giving it.  “The, ah, ancient peoples… Greeks or Romans or whatever… They used to make statues of Venus—y’know, the goddess of fucking—with your type of figure.”

You glanced up at him. “Really?”

“They sure as shit did. Know why? ‘Cuz they had good taste. They knew that the more a woman has, the more there is to love.” He grabbed at your tits again, this time manhandling as much as he could with just one hand. “I mean—look at these puppies! And you’re so fucking soft… All over. Christ. I could just eat you right up, sugar.”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling your cheeks warm. Nobody had ever complimented you like this before. It felt good. It felt genuine.

It didn’t feel quite good enough to quell your shyness, though.

You bowed your head again and watched your hands worry at the hem of your shirt. Trevor let out a harsh sigh as you retreated back into yourself.

Suddenly, he let go of you and clambered out of bed. You looked up and watched as he stumbled over the same pizza box you had earlier, which made you giggle a bit. The giggle stopped when he reached for the fly of his jeans the second he was on his feet and, in one hard yank, pulled them and his briefs down. Your head snapped back to the familiar sight of your own lap. There was a moment of clothing rustling as he stripped himself.

“Look at me,” he said firmly once he was finished.

By the sound of his voice, you expected to see another glare pinching his features when you followed his command. But he was actually smirking. You tried to keep your eyes pinned to his, but they were far too intense and you were far too flustered. So, you let your gaze schlep down his bare body as he stood before you, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his arms outspread in presentation. 

Your attention caught on certain parts. His broad chest covered in a smattering of dark hair. The hard muscle filling out his shoulders. The way his waist tapered slightly inwards. A couple–inch–long scar just below his left ribs. His lean but not entirely flat stomach. The trail of hair that started just above his navel and ran down to—

You flicked your attention back up, settling on the ridge of his collarbone.

“Your turn now, princess,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s weird to be the only fully–dressed person in a room?”

You looked him in the face and gave him a smile now.

“I… Well. O–Okay.” You added, a bit more demurely: “If you help me.”

“Atta girl,” he muttered, stepping up to the edge of the bed again. 

He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and tugged up, encouraging you to straighten your arms over your head. 

Being undressed by him was oddly comforting. The way he struggled with unclasping your bra and unzipping your jeans, growling curses at himself as his fingers slipped in his excitement, made you feel wanted. Desired. Needed. He grabbed random palmfuls of the softest parts of your body as he went, kneading them with shaky appreciation. 

After he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off of your legs, he paused for a moment. Standing over you as you sat on the edge of his bed, he drank in the full sight of your naked body. His dilated pupils jittered as they traced your soft curves.

“Look at you.” There was hunger in his voice, the corners of his mouth rising into another predatory smirk. You closed your eyes and tilted your chin to your chest, bashfully smiling. “Even fucking better than I imagined.”

A hand cupped your chin. Your head was thrown back and suddenly, his mouth was on yours again. 

He shoved his tongue against yours. Breathless groaning leaked out from between his lips. You tasted them; drank in his desperate exhales and the bitterness of smoked cigarettes and downed beers and burned crystal. Part of you knew you should be disgusted. The other part, which was quickly ballooning into not just a part but a whole, told you to enjoy this—to enjoy all of him as he was enjoying all of you.

Before you knew it, you were on your back. He hunched over you, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light of the bare bulb hung from his ceiling. As he got closer, bending further, you felt something hot and hard and slick bump against one of your knees. You reached out blindly as you continued to kiss him, feeling for his erection. Your hand instinctively wrapped around it the moment your fingertips brushed against its head. Heavy and solid and wrapped with surprisingly soft skin, his cock completely filled your palm. You found that it was quite short, too, as you began to lazily pump it. Didn’t matter. Your fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him, he was so thick. A throb that felt both tightening and loosening at once travelled through your sex when you thought about just how far he would stretch you out. 

Trevor hissed against your mouth, his frame suddenly drawing up tight. He bit at your bottom lip; tugged at it and growled around it.

“Fuck the foreplay. I think we’re both plenty ready.”

You murmured an affirmative sound against his lips, and he straightened himself up from you.

This time, you shamelessly admired his whole body as he moved to his bedside table and rummaged around in its drawer for a condom. A trickle of precum had leaked from the bulbous, red tip of his cock. There was a slight curve to his erection that you knew would press against that sweet spot tucked up inside of you just perfectly. It twitched against his fingers as he shakily rolled a condom down its length. 

When he turned to you, he was grinning again. Your lower abdomen felt like it’d been turned to liquid. And as he grabbed you by the hips and yanked your ass to the very edge of his bed, spreading your thighs for himself, you felt that liquid seep from you. You briefly wondered if you’d ever been wetter; quickly decided you hadn’t. 

Trevor reached down between the two of you to guide his cock. You felt him bump up against your sex. He made a few jerking passes up and down your slit, teasing you, nudging maddeningly briefly up against your throbbing clit before going back down to press against your entrance. 

Your mouth dropped open when he finally eased his cock into your pussy. As your body stretched to accommodate him, pain bloomed deep inside you. He buckled forward, planting his hands outside your shoulders. You watched him wince and felt yourself grimacing, as well.

“Fuck,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You tried to say that no, maybe he was just big, but then he canted hips further, fully sheathing himself with a quiet squelch. Your words turned into a mewl. He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Thaaat’s it, sugar,” he breathed, straightening himself up again and yanking you even closer to him by your hips, until you could feel his balls pressing warm and soft against your ass. “Make those pretty little sounds for me.”

And then he was fucking you. And it was good. Really good. So good that even if you didn’t want to make “pretty little sounds for him,” they would’ve involuntarily bubbled up out of you anyways.

Every thrust of his hips sent a burst of achey pleasure coursing through your insides. He was so close—perfectly painfully, utterly pleasurably close—to being too thick for you to handle, and yet the generous slick your sex had sopped itself with made it easy for him to piston in and out of you. Each jab into you knocked a grunt from his scarred, parted lips and a wet whimper from your own. 

His pace quickly became messy. Faster. Jagged. You clutched at the threadbare comforter beneath you. Watched, and adored, the faint ripple of hidden muscle flexing and unflexing beneath the fat of his stomach as he fucked you while he watched every tantalizing bounce of your breasts. The heady scent of sex quickly filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of your bodies smacking against each other, making your head swim.

Just a minute into it, Trevor suddenly drove forward as far as he could. You let out a keening moan as you felt him fully bury himself inside of you, your core on the verge of completely melting down from the sheer goodness of being so incredibly full of him.

“You look so fucking good at the end of my boy,” Trevor growled, moving his hands from the bed to your tits. He greedily filled each hand with one, your plush skin overflowing from the spaces between his fingers. “Like a fucking dream, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I–I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”

His voice warbled over the sentiment. He began to thrust again, going hard, his movements shallow but primal, keeping his cock almost entirely buried inside of you. Itching, hot tension moved through your guts. You threw your head back. Reached out and grabbed at his forearms as his hold on your breasts turned crazed and almost painful. Felt the hard muscle under his scar–spattered skin as he held onto you and you onto him. 

As quickly as it’d appeared, the tension inside of you mounted up. Every swing of his hips, every huffed breath, every gravelly groan, inched you closer and closer to a climax that was approaching with reckless abandon. 

“Trevor,” you managed to gasp out. “I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Good, good, g–good girl,” Trevor rasped above you. “C’mon, c’mon. Cum for me; cum all over that dick, sweetness.”

The tension swirled and condensed, cinching up every aching muscle of your pussy. With one drawn–out moan, Trevor thrust into you as deep as he could once more and you came completely undone.

Climax ripped through you. Your back, damp with sweat, arched off the bed. Static burst behind your closed eyes. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock with the strength of a coiled spring shooting out then being pressed down again, over and over. In the white–hot haze of orgasm, you didn’t even notice that Trevor had stopped his thrusting until you felt his cock begin to pulsate right against your sweet spot, milked by the fluttering walls of your sex. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he whined.

He collapsed atop you once he was finished.

The two of you raced to catch your breaths. For how long, you didn’t know. All you knew was that, with his chest pressed against yours, the sweat of his skin mingling with yours and his cock slowly going soft inside of you, you felt more satisfied than you ever had before.

[obsessedwrhys]

Your headcanons are soo good istg 😭😭😭 im love you

Feel free to answer anytime, can I request Hogan (afk journey) dating/married headcanons? He's my husband and my wife both at the same time <3

|| HOGAN DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ major fluff, reader is gn!! (OMSHD I'm so happy to hear you like my other work, that really makes my day, I hope you enjoy this one ☺💕)

This man gives me hubby vibes ngl.

If you managed to get his attention, you must be something special because it takes a lot to get even his respects.

Once he falls for you, trust him to get you flowers everytime he visit you. Even if he just happens to be passing by, he will always take the time to stop to say hi.

Valen once made fun of him for having a crush but that ended up terribly.

Dude had to run laps around Holistone 💀

The crush between you and Hogan was mutual, to be fair it was hard for you not to fall in love when he treats you like you're the single most special person in the world.

The way he gives you his hand when you need help getting down...

The way his eyes lingers on you longer than any person should...

The way he goes out of his way to make sure you're always okay...

It all just made you love him ever more.

That's why the urge to confess your true feelings to him grew day by day.

Scenario ↴

You were in Holistone, to be more precise, inside one of the castles towers. It wasn't that you were in trouble, it was more like your friend Hogan needed to see you about an urgent matter.

With nothing much to do, you were poking your head out of the open window to admire the view below.

"I apologise if I've made you wait. One of the guards needed my help with something..." A familiar voice spoke from behind and you turned just to see Hogan approaching you. Somehow just seeing him made you smile.

"At least you didn't forget... so what's so serious that you needed to see me?" You questioned and you can see his body going stiff for a split second.

"Ah that..." He chuckles lowly, an attempt to ease his nerves. He has fought countless battles and yet the idea of confessing his love to you is nearly sending him to shambles.

"It's nothing urgent really... it's more of a personal matter..."

"Personal matter?" You repeated, seeming puzzled.

"Yes... of us" He said and the moment those words left from his mouth, you had a clear idea of what he was hinting at. Your eyes went wide as your face burned.

"I know I may not be like the prince from the stories you read but... I'm certain that I've fallen for you... and this love I feel for you feels like the ones in a fairy tale... it's as though I've been captivated by you... I'm sorry if I'm pouring all my emotions at once, I just can't keep this a secret anymore" He expressed with his eyes locked on yours.

"I don't mind... to be honest, I feel just the exact same" You slowly formed a smile on your face and the joy was contagious enough that a smile eventually appeared on his face as well.

Literally when the townsfolk found out he was dating you, everybody was fast to congratulate you both. If you weren't given any context you would assume that the town was celebrating someone's marriage 😭

Hey, the people are just happy for him since he does his job of protecting everybody's safety.

Plus he deserved to have somebody look out for him.

Now dating this man is full of fun and excitement. He does not welcome any bad vibes even though how serious he can get sometimes.

I'm talking lots of trying new things together.

For example that time you guys went to try out this super fancy place for dinner and you guys had a thrill trying to pronounce the names of some of the dishes.

Not to forget, his kisses would be full of love and desire. Everytime he kisses you he just doesn't have the strength to pull away, it was the kind of passionate kiss that would always leave you two breathless.

Even when leaving a kiss on your cheek or forehead, he always needs to kiss you a couple of times for you to get the memo that he loves you dearly.

However, I'm sorry to break it to you but sleeping with this man can be kind of a struggle.

He snores.

I don't mean like those light snores.

I mean those snores that slowly builds itself up until it's as loud as a train.

Not only if you're the type to not be able to handle that, sometimes he can also take all of the blanket from you which results in you two fighting for it almost every night 😭

But the cuddles? Trust me when I say it's the most comforting experience in the relationship. It always makes you feel like you're on cloud nine.

When it comes to nicknames he's more on the traditional side, he calls you dear the most.

Would he be fine with PDA? Yes, very much. He does not care what anyone thinks. Okay maybe a little but still he's not embarrassed to show everyone that he's yours.

Jealousy doesn't faze him that much, that's because he thinks he's set for life with you. Any man or woman could try to flirt with you but he trusts you a lot that he's sure you know how to handle it.

But if the person doesn't take no for an answer? He'll just have to step in to get that message through their head.

If you want to, he's totally fine with you wearing his clothes. That's because he finds the sight of you not being able to fit in his shirt adorable.

Did I forget to mention how he knows all of your weakness? Whether you're more sensitive in the neck or you're ticklish on your sides. He knows.

And he's not afraid to use it against you.

Fyi, he's the type of person to act like he's full and give you his leftovers because he knows those are your favourite 🥰

Honestly? 100/100 MALEWIFE

[camprell-art]

It's just like making an account for anywhere else, the Artfight. Username, password, email.... Probably other things im forgetting.

There are Filters in your settings where you can adjust what is Censored for you or not. There are rules but there's a thingy on the cite itself where u can read them. Mostly about what limits there are to Gore/More NSFW like things

Its all about having a good time and a silly lil time :3

You may feel bad not giving back art to those whom attack you but in honesty its all about fun and if you burn yourself out trying to attack a bunch of people thats no fun.

Last year i attacked ppl with just Sketches bc i wanted to art a lot but i cant art digitally fast lol.

You can always join and ease into it, attacking some ppl u find interest and when ur comfortable enough to advertise it to get more attacks then u go for it then :3

The best way to concor the nerves is to jump for it brutha!!!

Just made the account! I'm fighting my anxious self today uwu

And I'm on team Seafoam, me like the ocean

[maurypovichofficial2]

have you written the guide yet? im waiting

OKay!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to type this out one more time I did it once like 3 years ago im so mad I cannot find it but I have no one to blame but myself (mostly) because im not good at tagging and tumblr's tag search system is basically nonexistent anyway.

Okay class today we're talking about Sucking Dick, Cock, Penis, Phallus, if you will.

You should always use spit, sounds obvious right?? but you'll be surprised how many people try to make dick sucking a neat thing... it is not. Keep that mouth wet, make it drip. Don't feel weird if you got saliva everywhere all over your face all on the dick, men and people with dicks love that shit it's the seasoning of the act ok

Use your hands, experts can go handless some people prefer that you suck them with no hands. but also some people like the handjob/sucking combo it feels good. Listen to your partner if they say go slow slow it up if they say go faster speed it up

Don't neglect the balls!!! Balls matter too massage them (gently) give em a tug (gently) suck them roll them around in your mouth. It's impressive going for the balls without having to be asked because most of the time they are ignored.

There is a part on the underside of the dick called the Frenulum

it is important to massage that part with your tongue as you suck. It's basically a nerve ending and when you stimulate it it feels great to say the least. Sometimes i even take my thumb and rub it in a circular motion it's a nice little treat.

Speaking of tongue. USE IT. lick the head the whole shaft, your tongue is the star here. If you take the tip of your tongue and lick inside the piss slit??? *chef's kiss* Stick your tongue out tap the dick on your tongue or let them do it while maintaining eye contact.

Eye contact is important. look up at them as you suck. It's a form of intimacy but it's also a way to gage the person's reaction to what you're doing.

Deepthroating. Some people are naturals and they just go for it, but others who have a strong gag reflex you gotta ease into it. The key is to relax if you're not then that means your throat and gag reflex are tightened up as well and that won't work. The other thing is to breathe through your nose. Try to go down little by little see how it feels, your gag might activate but that's okay, stay down, breathe through nose, try not to pull up but if it feels uncomfortable come up, breathe, go back down. Eventually your reflex and throat will ...toughen up lol! and you'll figure out how to manipulate it so you can seemingly be gagging but it's all being controlled by you instead of involuntarily. That will then open you up to doing things like face fucking, teabagging etc.

Have fun. Perform! ya know make those gagging sounds , moan, slurp , the sound aspect of giving head is almost like a form of ASMR, the person you're sucking likes to hear those things. Do the things that you like doing on the dick. Ask them can you try something. It's supposed to be enjoyable for both parties involved.

Lips. Suckle the head with your lips. Kiss the dick the whole thing (eye contact always eye contact) kissing and suckling is your way of worshipping it.

A Note on Teeth. Don't worry about it, yes you need to watch your teeth but like....I feel like you have to be REALLY bad at doing this and have no control over your mouth to have a teeth problem where you're nicking and scraping. Your lips is a natural barrier that keeps your teeth covered. If you want...hey....practice on a popsicle I'm not against that.

Okay Class Dismissed.

[starpirateee]

Richie's movie

@lautski-week day 3 - movie

Warnings: none / read on AO3 here

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Richie's movie came out on Sunday. Pete didn't know what it was actually called, but he knew that Richie was really excited about it. Originally, Pete thought it was his attempt to finally step away from the anime scene, but when he asked about it, Richie had launched into a small ramble about the source material, which just so happened to be one of his favourite light novels.

Pete hadn't been all that interested in watching it originally. But Richie wasn't actually here anymore to watch it for himself.

Maybe he owed it to him to try.

But, there was no way he was going alone.

It was late at night on a Friday when he decided that he owed it to Richie to watch this movie, and the thought had consumed him. He couldn't sleep.

Briefly, he thought about texting Ruth. She would like something like that, wouldn't she?

But he couldn't even do that, could he?

Really, there was only one option, wasn't there?

Pete:

Hey, I cant sleep. You still awake?

He stared at the empty text box for what felt like ages, and then finally, he got a reply:

Steph:

im still up sure, something wrong?

Pete:

Not really. Just thinking

Steph:

thats not good at 1am

whats wrong?

Pete:

That movie that Richie wanted to see came out

Pete: 

And I kinda want to watch it in his honour, y'know?

It sounded stupid, didn't it? He wasn't even interested in the movie itself, he just wanted to feel less alone in this crazy world. He turned over, throwing the sheets over his head. 

Pete:

Sorry. I know how stupid that sounds

Steph:

not at all! you wanna go to the movies for richie?

Pete:

I guess... You wanna come with?

Steph:

sure, sounds fun :)

Steph:

is tomorrow good? i can probably see you there if youve got a time

Pete:

Tomorrow's fine

I can get there maybe after lunch? 2 ish?

Steph:

see you there, pete <3

Even after confirming the date with Steph, and feeling a little more at ease with himself, sleep still didn't come easy to him. He spent ages scribbling in his phone's notes, random ideas that my or may not turn into something some day...

Eventually, the tiredness he felt caught up to him, and he drifted off, thinking about Richie and hoping that there was another side where he was having the time of his life. After everything, that was the least he deserved. 

The next day, the tired sensation was promptly replaced with a deep pit of nervousness, and he couldn't source where it had come from. More likely than not, it was down to the constant stream of thoughts that had all surrounded Richie. This was his day, really, and Pete knew he was going to think of that no matter what else happened. 

Steph had been kind enough to offer to keep him company for the day, but by the time she'd agreed to that, it was close to 1:30 in the morning. Was she still going to show face? Would she even remember?

He had a text. He'd been so caught up in his own rampant thoughts that he hadn't even realised.

Steph:

still up for today?

Once he'd read it and really got into his head that yes, she did want to come, his heart fluttered with relief. 

Pete:

Yeah, I'm still gonna be there

Steph:

okay

dont worry about it, its gonna be okay

Pete:

Thanks, Steph :)

Pete sighed. She said it was going to be okay, but was it? Was it really? The two of them had collectively lost more in the last few weeks more than anyone could comprehend in a few years. With the weight of the world quite literally on their shoulders, who was really left but each other? 

That didn't do an awful lot to lessen his nerves, but it did make counting down the remaining hours a bit easier. Slow as it was, that time did pass, and he set on his headphones to start the walk down. He knew he'd invested in such large ones for a reason... At least that way he could look like he was trying to block out the world.

Steph was already there when he arrived, and waved him over. He braced himself for something he didn't even know, and noticed how much less tense he felt, just by seeing her there.

"Hey, Steph..." He removed his headphones with one hand and managed the most sincere smile he could.

She took his free hand and returned the favour by shooting him a smile that seemed totally reassuring. "How are you?"

"Honestly, I kinda feel sick. No idea why, I've just been dreading the hell out of this since I gave myself the idea.." He knew why he felt like shit, if he was really honest. It was his own fault. A constant stream of thoughts that he thought he could solve by airing out his panic in the shower? That was ridiculous, and he knew it.

Her brow creased. "Why?"

"I don't know! I mean, it's got nothing to do with you, you're great! I love-" he hesitated so subtly that Steph almost didn't notice. "Hanging out with you... I just- I guess it's cos this was supposed to be Richie's movie..."

"Hey, I get it. We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

"This is for him. I wanna do this... For him."

Steph nodded. "Alright. Which one is it?"

The two of them looked up at the board, and Pete tried to figure out which was the right movie. There were a lot of titles he recognised, and then...

"That one. I remember the name of the book Richie told me about."

"Absolutely no offense to the guy, but that looks like it's gonna be cheesy as shit."

Pete couldn't help but laugh at that. She was right, in all fairness, it did look like it was going to be quite the movie.

[rei64bit]

Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 2]

Night 2  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall due to Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.9k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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It’s been a few days, you noticed Heimdall always comes back around the time you almost fall asleep, never really have actually talk to you. All he does is just sit on the chair and read I think his diary for a while before going to sleep. Since you are married to him you can’t avoid talking to him, every time you tried to start a conversation to ease this awkward situation a bit, he will cut it short by answer you in a few words. “urm well..how was your day?” “Was fine.” “oh..I see. Urm..have you seen the fight in the black thunder today?”  “no” ”..uh how’s Gulltoppr today?” “Why you care.”

The conversation is so damn dry and boring even drinking with einherjar looks fun now. You should expected this when All-father announce that you going to marry the god of foresight, always see everything coming, uncapable to hold a simple conversation and a –

“How many times I have to tell you this, I can hear you even you don’t speak” Heimdall frown while still having the dairy on his hand and another rest on the chair ear with his legs crossed.

“I’m just trying to talk to you, it’s not like I like how thing turn out to be – ” You getting nervous but you just have to say it and try not to look at his glowing eyes.

“It’s not like I have a choice but to agree on this marriage.” Heimdall really likes to cut off you before you can finish thanks to his foresight.

“I too have no choice! This is All-father demand and its not like I can say no, or tell me what should I do? Perhaps we can just wait for a month, and we go our separate way and tell All-father that we can’t be together, and we hate each other?” Y/N nervously getting near the table to make sure he hear your proposal with both hand holding at the back.

“No way I’m going to say that, and nor that I will say this to the All-father. Drop this nonsense” Indeed Heimdall really want this marriage to end but his loyalty to Odin prevents him to do so, or perhaps his pride and ego, he can’t accept that he not capable of dealing with his wife and this is going to be a joke in Asgard for a long long time. Everyone will think he can’t satisfy his wife and make fun of him, what worse he will have to hear his brother talk about this all the time. Thinking how Thor and Baldur look like when they heard this makes his blood boil.

“But why?” You now getting slightly louder and closer, hand now pressing on the table as you don’t understand why Heimdall just won’t agree since both of you really want to be alone. This should be simple, compare to living like this forever.

“Won’t you just shut up already, its late and im very- very tired wife, so would you kindly just sleep already and try not disturb me” Heimdall changing his posture to not facing you. He is getting on your nerves really quick, for the past few days you have been trying to be nice and get know of him. All you get is nothing but coldness, harsh words toward you. Him calling you wife every time just make you shiver in a bad way because you know he don’t see you as his wife really, its more about someone that he forced to be with and legally as his spouse and nothing more.

“You as someone that are adequate compared to me, the watchman of the Aesir, you should be grateful that I’m not torturing you” Heimdall speak as he turns another page and changing to cross another leg. His eye never left his diary, he didn’t look at you the whole time.

That’s it, even he is a god of foresight, herald of the Ragnarök but you don’t take no shit from anyone. Especially someone like him.

“Oh yes I should be grateful of married to a piece of shit! He is such a know it all that he see everything coming but no he don’t even know how to try get along with other especially his wife. I really think my life will be much better if I married to Thor or even just be his other women” And now you get his full attention, his cold glowing purple eyes instantly jump to your face and piercing at you, furrowed brow and tense jaw, if his eyes can kill people you sure dead by now multiple times. Dropping his diary on table his fist clenched and he reach for his sword Hofuo. You can see his face twitch; you can hear him sharply inhale as he walks closer to you slowly. You are angry too but also getting tense up, you never see him in such rage before it’s kinda scary now. The world is suddenly so quiet, the only thing you can hear is his breathing and heavy footsteps toward your way.

Congratulations, you poked the bear and you succeeded to anger him, just pray he will give you quick and painless death.

His movement suddenly speeds up that within one second his sword is on your throat now pointing at your throat not hard enough to make you bleed but enough to make you stop your thought and breathing. “Watch. Your. Tongue.” Heimdall hissed, squinting his eyes further.

“I think I didn’t make myself clear the first time I come back.”

“You are nothing but just a tool in this marriage, a kid is what the All-father wanted and once it’s done you are just a used piece of garbage. You better hope by the time you will be dead or I will make sure you –” Heimdall didn’t finish his sentence as he noticed a tiny red color start trickle down his sword and start to dripping to the floor. He didn’t press it that hard he know, it was you who pressed your throat toward the sharp edge without any fear on your face, letting the point of the sword sink in just enough to bleed a little but not enough to cause harm to yourself.

“Do it.” Heimdall confused, turn his attention back from your face, there is no hesitation in your eye. He tries to read you to find any trace of falsehood that you might pretend to be brave. It’s just a strong sense of rage, sorrow, impatience, all boiling up and mixing together. It look like a breathless dark hole he will fall into if he is not careful enough, a drop of such emotion and feeling can burn his skin.

“I said fucking do it!!!” You shouted, now you sound like a mad dog with no leash. There must be something Heimdall said flipped your switch so hard you are talking back to the god of foresight without thinking of the consequences. You never someone who will raise your voice to anybody, you treat people equally with respect. You just had enough of him, these past few days you been holding back and now you had enough of his child-like tantrum behavior.

Slowly you can start to hear the noise from outside again but there is only silent in this room now, both of you just eye piercing at each other, no word. Heimdall clenched his fist further and groaned. Just when you think he is going to end your life here now. You stop feeling the pain from his sword that sinks into your skin. “It would be less fun if you die now, there are thing I can do to you to torture you slowly till you went mad. Im gonna take my time on that, perhaps you can at least entertain me enough after all these year” Heimdall didn’t move his eye away from you, maintaining eye contact is very important of maintain the dominance he have on you. He is not going to lose it, he is All-father’s left hand, ain’t no way he is going to lose to someone like you.

Heimdall wipes your blood from his sword with his bare hand. He looked in his hand, your blood red as the belladonna flower at the Ida fields which he seen quite some time when he guard on the top of the wall. Without any hesitation Heimdall licked his hand, he tastes your blood with eyes on you.

You flinched a little on what Heimdall just did. Still angry at him you walked away toward the door, hand on the door handle you look back at him which he still looking at you which his sword still holding in hand now pointing at the ground. “You can have your whole room back husband, the air in this room will be much more better when one of us is not around.” Before Heimdall can say anything, you close the door as hard as you can. Probably the whole lodge can hear it but you don’t care. Walking through the hallway you saw Magni and Modi who eating their meal.

“Are you two going to divorce not even a month now lady Y/N? You can always consider me as another option” Modi grinned and said in sarcastic way, he is still a piece of shit that wouldn’t stop putting his nose in other private matters. Running his mouth like he is better than anyone here, but the truth is exactly the opposite.

“Shut your damn mouth and eat now, you don’t want our father come to lecture you again.” Magni is ruthless sometime, but he is much better than Modi, less prick toward other as long as their father have no grudge toward them. You didn’t say anything back and walked out the hall, now standing at front of great lodge, rubbing your eye tiredly looking at your surroundings. Black thunder, training fields and the stupid giant wall your husband always guarding on top. “This is going to be a long night before I start to feel tired enough to sleep.” Sighed you make your move toward the black thunder.

You can hear the shouting and cheering inside, open the heavy door you start to smell all sort of things.. strong mead, burning herbs, and cooking smell of braised meat. Raising both your hands toward the einherjar who guards the entrance signaling that no weapon on you. The guard nods his head and you start walking again to get your drink. You don’t really drink, and you are quite bad at it, one tankard is enough to put you out. Holding your drink, you try to find a table where no one sit but failed. There are so many einherjar here you started to feel suffocated, but hel this is better than spending time in that prick’s room.

Sigh again you sit on the empty chair close to you and start drinking. “That piece of shit..” Staring at your mead you muttered to yourself with hand clenching your tankard. “Know it all’s old virgin that never get a bitch--”

“Let me guess, my brother not able to satisfy his wife and now his wife decide to spend his night getting drunk with bunch of men in Black Thunder?” The sudden voice makes you jumped and choke on your mead, coughing to get the mead out from your nose. “Shit! --” You look up, the god of thunder just sitting right next to you the whole time you don’t even notice. How can you missed it? He is huge. No wonder this seat is empty.

“cough- oh hi urm cough- brother in law cough- Urm Thor” You faked a smile but you knew you failed miserably. “Relax y/n, he is a spiteful prick I know, just take it slow perhaps thing might turn out better next time” Thor taking a big gulp again and go for another mug. How long has he been here drinking? You can smell the strong mead from him. Probably from the start of the day you guessed. You have never actually spoken to Thor before, not personally. There are only a few times you on a mission with him to help All-father to retrieve something from other realms. He always seems calm, at least you think he is.

“…” You didn’t say anything more but keep drink. There is nothing to say, you are here to just pass the time till you feel sleepy. The god of thunder knew what you doing and he just drink without saying a word. It’s like he is drinking and accompanying you or you both just doing the same thing, drink till you fall. “He is difficult I know, that’s how we raised to be an Aesir… We get our work done and that’s it.. Heimdall is always tense and no fun, all he know is just guarding the wall, the realm but that’s his job given by the All-father... He is a prick I know but still he is my brother.”

“…” Thor answered like he knows you going to ask why he said all this. He is right, but that doesn’t mean he can be shit to everyone. No one deserve this kind of awful treatment, especially form their spouse. Looking at Thor, you wonder how him and Sif get along? Did they actually fight each other like Heimdall? You want to ask but you drop the idea as you don’t want to cross the line, you are not ready for the god of thunder chasing you and strike you with thunder.

Appreciate the god of thunder trying to ease things up for you, look at him you smile warmly. “Thanks..I will see what can I do” “That’s the spirit, girl” Thor smirk at you with his finger pointing at you and continue drinking his mead.

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The night is long, but you are half drunk and feeling dizzy. Holding on the pillar outside the Black thunder with your whole strength trying not to fall into the muddy puddles. “Woah-! This is a new low look how you walk y/n haha” You beeline walk outside and trying to get back to great lodge. The moment your hand reach for the door, you hesitated to grab the handle. “That piece of shit still in there and hell no im not going to see his face ever again, you short-sighted with no bitches” Your head moving back and forth as you find it hard to stand still, all you can think is that prick who is still inside the room and how his presence is enough to make you throw up. Refusing to go back, you turned your back again and looking around you, perhaps you can just go back to Black Thunder and spent the whole night there, but the air is full of smell of strong mead, don’t think you can find peace to sleep there either. Finally, your eye land on top of the wall. “Ah shit, guess that’s where im going” Slowly you walk toward the platform and cursing on your husband.

Turning the handler, the platform starts rising to the top. You close your eyes and breathe in, the air is getting cold and nice here. You can see the ground is slowly getting farther and smaller, everything seems so insignificant. You sigh again, the day after All-father told you about your marriage, you started to sigh a lot almost every hours. Is your life not hard enough? You as an Aesir who also has duty but not like Thor, Baldur or your husband. You never really went to war and fight; your work is more inside the wall. Look at your both hand you felt confused of the new ability you have, you didn’t even notice it, it was All-father who found out when you trying to get away from the chores Sif going to assign to you when she saw you sitting at the hall having your breakfast. It seems like you did something that changed Sif mind and how the task was passed to the Asgardian. After a few rounds of experiment All-father did with you, you are told you have such ability.

Before you could continue your thought, the platform reached the top of the wall. Sigh again you stepped outside the platform, its much windier here and the cold air is a comfort in time like this when you trying to calm down and rest. You sneezed and held both your hands close to your body. “Rather be cold to dead than going back to get my blanket..” You found a good spot behind a rock that was large enough to hide your whole body. Sitting with both your legs curled up close to your body, in front of you is the view of plains of Ida. The moonlight shining on the grass and the wind makes the grass move in a rhythm make it so peaceful. Time by time you still can hear the cheering sound from black thunder, perhaps the god of thunder is having a drinking competition with others.

“pff-” You start to giggle on the joke Thor told you while you drinking in black thunder. It was nice talking to Thor. Laying your head on the rock beside you, you smile and enjoy the view. Not sure when your eyelid started to feel heavier, and you fell asleep. Before you fell asleep you sure it is safe here, but you failed to notice there is a figure standing at the platform looking at the place you sit. It’s like this person can know someone is there without seeing it physically.

Cont.

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[hikari-writes]

Some hikayaku hc bc i just got from grocery shopping at a supermarket so now im making that into idea for a hc;

Yaku LOVES grocery shopping. Since he's the oldest child and all, he is used to running errands whenever his parents need his help. He's also very friendly with the people at the shopping district/supermarket. He would strike up a conversation with them whenever he sees a familiar face. Even with the unfamiliar faces, he'd try to exchange a few hellos and friendly smiles. To him, grocery shopping is like a fun field trip and he would take his oh so sweet time picking out good veggies and the best fruits.

Me, on the other hand, is the COMPLETE opposite. Grocery shopping is no fun field trip. IT'S A BATTLE. I move from aisles to aisles/stalls to stalls like everything is timed. I BECAME the definition of anxiety. Everywhere I go, I see people, and it's lowkey giving me a nauseous feeling and god knows if I was wearing a face mask at the time, I'd be muttering curses under my breathe for my stupidity in everything I do because hey, overthinking amirite ✨✨

Grocery shopping with Yaku is just me wanting to get home fast and him just having fun chatting with the random sweet old lady who he just met 3 minutes ago. He knew how anxious I can become so he would always hold my hand in his all the time, squeezing it, giving it a little rub to ease my nerve. He always makes sure I'm close to him (not that i want to be apart anyway-) and would let me trail closely behind his back, sort of using him as my extrovert shield and when the line is clear, he'd tug my hand a bit forward, making me walk side by side next to him. Definitely would give a comforting rub on the back too whenever he sensed that I'm getting a tad bit uncomfortable in the crowd.

I would usually avoid grocery shopping most of the time but sometimes, I'd ask to join him (even though I'm just a nervous wreck all the time) since surprise surprise i cant stay holed up in the house for forever you know 💀 And besides, Yaku definitely make the grocery shopping experience 10 times better than it actually is so it's always fun to have grocery shopping dates once in a while <3

Oh! and we would definitely get some ice cream and stop at a park to rest for a bit before going back home 🥺

[jubiilee13]

Cc!Ranboo or Cc!Tommy x Reader (you can choose <3)

They decide to tell everyone that they’re dating during a big trip (basically the whole smp gets together irl to hang out)

yes yes yes omg yes this idea is so cute

im gonna do tommy just because :D

I don’t think there are any pronouns mentioned but if there are lmk

TW: slight cursing

:D

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You bounced your leg nervously as you stared out the train window, eyes scanning over the passing trees and scenery.

"N/n it'll be ok. They'll be happy for us, i'm sure of it." Tommy whispers so only you could hear. You turn to face him, but not looking him in the eyes.

"But what if they don't tom. I'm so scared" You say, voice breaking slightly as your eyes brim with tears.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, letting them rest there as he gently wiped away and stray tears that may have fallen down your face.

"Hey hey hey it's ok darling, we'll be ok, i've got you" He whispers as he moves his hands from your cheeks to embrace you in a hug.

You always loved tommy's hugs. They were perfect.. he was always so warm, and his long limbs wrapped around your body so perfectly. He smelled like fall, small hints of cinnamon, pumpkin, and the occasional amount of shaving cream lingered in the air around him. It was perfect. He was perfect.

You two were perfect. It was so easy to see, and yet you still doubted yourself. Tommy hated seeing you this sad, and he held onto you tight as you sobbed into his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear until you eased off to sleep in his arms.

He held you like that for the rest of the train ride to london, smiling ear to ear whenever you would nuzzle further into him. It was calming for the both of you, and seemed to slightly ease up your raging nerves.

The train slowly came to a stop, and tommy gently shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled softly at him. The two of you got off the train and you took in a breath of fresh air.

"Its almost timeeee" You say in a sing-songy voice, trying to lighten the mood, though the tiredness and anxiety was still evident in your tone.

Tommy smiled softly and took you hand in his, squeezing it slightly. That was your way of saying "I love you" without truly saying "I love you".

The car ride to the airport was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. You were finally starting to realize 'holy shit this is actually happening'. You sighed as the uber came to a stop and let the two of you out at the busy airport terminal. You stretched and followed closely behind tommy through the crowds of people.

"Hey n/n, whatever happens know that i will never stop loving you. If they don't accept us then fuck them" He says with a giggle as he takes hold of your hand once again.

The two of you stand side by side, standing for a few moments more before the first group of your friends emerged from the crowd, immediately spotting the two of you and embracing you both in one big hug.

"George! Sap! Dream! Whats up guys!!" Tommy says happily as he greets them. You stand to the side and watch the way his face lights up as he takes the time to talk to each of them individually. You grin as you continue to look at him, only to be torn from your admiring by a deep voice behind you.

"You really are head over heels for him arent you?" The voice says, earning a yelp out of you as you quickly whip around to face the seemingly familiar voice.

The fear quickly left your body as you looked up at the taller man.

"Wil!!" you exclaimed, as you wrapped your arms around him.

Only Wil knew about your relationship with tommy, and he was always poking fun at you two for it when nobody else was around.

"Hello to you to n/n" He says with a deep chuckle, before returning the hug. The two of you stayed that way for a moment, before you both pulled away and turned back around towards tommy.

"Tommy! Wil's here!" You yell to him, watching his smile somehow grow even larger.

The two said their hellos, and quicker than you knew it everyone had arrived. The large group of people began to head out and you followed behind them, your mind blocking out all noise of their chatter. The only thing you could think about was how they would react when you told them about your relationship with tommy.

'What if they hate us'

'what if they think we're weird'

'they're gonna think im not good enough for him'

'they're gonna hate me oh my god'

'what if-'

"n/n you're zoning out again" tommy said as he broke you out of your unfocused state.

"Sorry tom" You murmur as you interlock your pinkie with his.

He smiles softly and the two of you walk behind the group of your friends for a moment, giggling every once in a while whenever someone would do something stupid.

The silence shared between you and tommy was soon broken by none other than wilbur.

"y/n? tommy? you two have been awfully quiet, wasnt there something you wanted to say?" He says, watching the way your face flushed and you shyly scooted behind tommy.

The group went quiet as they all turned to face you, and you looked up at tommy for reassurance.

He smiled softly at you as you nervously cleared your throat.

“I um… hi. So um… how do I put this? Um… after much debate me and Tommy just wanted to let you all know that we are… um… a thing? We’re dating that’s what im trying to say im not good with words-“ you intake a sharp breath after your final words. You close your eyes, and stand in place, preparing for the group to yell, or fight, or something hateful.

The silence seems like it lasts for years, before George finally speaks up.

“Congrats big man!!” He exclaims happily, before the rest of the group chimes in with their congratulations. After much chatting between your friends, you all continue walking.

You smile softly to yourself as you hear Tommy telling the story of how you two met to dream, sap, George, and Bad.

It was cheesy really, you two met in a bedwars duos lobby and hit it off from there. First it started out as occasional messaging on discord. Then you invited him to stream with you (which he happily obliged to). And next thing you knew, you two were practically streaming together or calling every day.

You grinned at the thought, and you suddenly felt another hand intertwine with your own.

You look up to see none other than tommy (big surprise I know).

“I’m proud of you n/n. And what did I tell you!! They’re fine with it” he says before using his free hand to lift up your chin.

He gives you a cheesy smile and you can’t help but pull him by the collar and capture his lips in a kiss.

It was a quick kiss, but the action still made the two of you blush slightly.

“I love you Tom” you whisper to him as you lean into his side. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, the two of you walking in sync.

“Love you too n/n”

This was going to be one hell of a trip

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a/n SORRY THIS IS DOODOO KEKEKDKWKSKWD

[beyondspaceandstars]

Around Your Neck

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, semi-public sex, slight hand and finger kink - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Something sparks in you when you watch Bucky wrap his hand -- the metal hand -- around Zemo’s throat. A/N: I was gonna wait to publish this tomorrow but ya know what?? im too excited about it. it’s pretty well received on ao3 so i hope y’all enjoy! probably not the best smut ever written but i had fun writing it. this is a result of some late night imagination.

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

It happened fast. You were sitting on the plane, watching the trio bicker, when the next thing you knew, Bucky’s hand was around Zemo’s throat. To make matters more intense, it was the metal one. While hidden under that glove and coat, just the thought of it, the realization hit…

While fully aware of the intensity and seriousness of the situation, you practically groaned at the action. You didn’t know what it was, but seeing that contrast of metal and skin, and the flex of his arm... You couldn’t help it as you let out a breathy gasp.

Bucky backed away then but not before giving you a side glance. You could tell he was fighting back a teasing smirk as he eyed you and your sudden tense state. To outsiders it may have seemed like you were scared by your boyfriend’s reaction, even Zemo looked a bit concerned, but you and Bucky knew. Knew the pillow talk and drunk confessions you’d made about the arm.

Your thighs clenched as you watched Bucky return to his seat. He still wore that hard expression, somehow turning you on even more. It was suddenly getting hot, you felt, squirming a bit in your sweater.


Why did you allow yourself in this position? When Bucky enlisted your help, citing your past as an agent, you had originally dismissed it. You’d never really worked with your boyfriend, having already been out of the scene before he came into your life. But those pleading eyes and soft touches won you over no matter what.

Little did you know, though, it’d lead to you being on the private jet of a terrorist, ridiculously turned on by your boyfriend’s metal arm.

You fumbled for your bottle of water, taking a big gulp.

“Everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked as he broke off the conversation with the other two men. All of them faced you, waiting for a reply.

You nodded, placing your water bottle down. You turned directly to Bucky and met his furious eyes. “Just feeling a bit hot.”

He raised his brows as you felt the other men stare with confusion. The relationship wasn’t a secret by any means but the tone you two spoke with was certainly one reserved for other times.

"I think there’s a bathroom towards the back," Bucky nodded, motioning towards the end of the plane with his metal arm. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Zemo odd in confirmation. "If you need to cool down."

His simple movements sent a million little fires within you. The wetness between your thighs was getting harder to ignore, harder to play cool in front of the other men.

Biting your lip, you nodded. "Thank you, Bucky." You said his name with such slow ease, it was lighting something more in him, too. That’s when it really clicked.

You watched him as you rose from your seat. He glanced down, pretending to check something, trying to act as cool and collected as possible. For a former assassin, you thought, he wasn’t doing very well. He definitely knew. He got the little hint in your nod, in your tone. You figured he’d give it at most five minutes.

You made it to the airplane bathroom and squeezed your way in. Way smaller than you anticipated and you tried to figure how your super-soldier boyfriend was going to fit in here but he’d make it in. His arousal wouldn’t let him out of this.

You stood in front of the mirror, faux fixing your make-up and splashing water to kill time when the knock on the door came. Bucky hadn’t even given it a full minute before he was hot on your heels.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his urgency as you unlocked the door.

"You know they totally know what’s going on in here," you whispered as Bucky just barely fit himself inside the tiny bathroom. In one full motion, he locked the door then picked you up by the waist, setting you on the makeshift bathroom counter. You let out another giggle of surprise by his smoothness.

His arms were around your waist, pulling himself into your body, so eager and urgent. The gloves were long gone you realizes as you gasped at the feeling of the metal arm teasingly making its way under your sweater. His grip on you were tight.

"Do you think I care if they know?" Bucky mumbled as he began attacking your neck with kisses. He nipped and licked at your skin making you let out little squeals. Oh yeah, there was no way no one knew what was happening here but you didn’t have it in your heart to care anymore. You were practically dripping in your jeans and it was like Bucky could tell.

In an attempt to move closer, his thigh came up to your core, pressing, rubbing. You moved with it, letting the motions ease some of the burning in you.

Bucky continued the assault on your neck as you let out a desperate moan. "Could we please at least hurry so it’s not as weird when we go back out there?"

Your boyfriend chuckled, almost darkly, as he removed his lips from your neck. He began working up until his lips were finally on yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, now taking your chance to pull him in. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your eagerness as he once again nudged your core with his thigh. The moans you gave out at that… Bucky felt captivated and you could feel it in his kiss.

Reluctantly disconnecting, he mumbled, "I don’t think I want to hurry anything, doll." He gave another peck. "Might want to stay here and spend hours between those thighs."

"Bucky-," you gasped.

"But that’s not what you’re here for, right?" He chuckled, his metal arm on your bare back. It came around to your side slowly, inching upward to your lace-covered breasts. "It’s the arm that got you all bothered."

You groaned as he then began to drag the hand back down your side, dipping just a finger below the waist of your jeans. The coolness barely skimmed over your hip but you were thrilled. It was a riveting contrast to the warmth that had been building over you since Bucky decided to choke someone right in front of you.

"It just looked g-good," you were getting breathy trying to formulate words. But everything was escaping you. As you tried formulating coherent sentences, Bucky began popping the buttons of your jeans then slowly tugging down the zipper. You gulped at the actions.

"Yeah?" Bucky chuckled, halting his actions. "How do you think my hand would look wrapped around your neck?"

Your brain starting spinning. You hated and loved when you got in this drunk state for him and he apparently was amused too as he gave you no time to answer. Bucky backed off a bit, as far as he really could, removing his touch entirely. You leaned back on the counter, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Turn around," he demanded.

The lightbulb went off in your head at his words. With a coy smirk, you hopped down from the counter and turned, your ass just brushing over his front. He was already ridiculously hard and apparently not amused with your sudden teasing. Without warning, Bucky grabbed your hips and forced you around completely. He made you plant your hands on the counter, giving you a clear view of yourself in the small airplane bathroom mirror. It surely wasn’t a full-fledge mirror but gave you just enough to see your neck, which you could already imagine how it was going to look with Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around it.

Apparently abandoning his threat of taking his time, Bucky pulled down your jeans and panties in one swift, sudden motion. You gasped at the action, feeling the material practically burn your thighs as it went.

Bucky was over any more teasing and talk as his metal hand promptly came up to your neck. It wrapped around, just tight enough to make you groan at the pressure. It felt so heavy and secure. Like it belonged there. You swore you got wetter at the sight.

Your eyes caught Bucky’s in the mirror. His didn’t hid how aroused, intrigued, he was at the sight before him. His eyes never left yours as his other hand made its way down your body, slipping right to your core where it found the bundle of nerves begging for attention. He gave it some attention before moving to dip a finger in you. Bucky groaned in your ear at the wetness that met his skin.

He pumped the one finger in and out slowly but surely as he whispered in your ear, "So wet." Another pump. "Looking so pretty, doll."

Your eyes started drifting close at the sensations Bucky was working over your body. Between the tightness on your neck to the pumping finger to your clit that brushed a bit over the counter, you were losing it.

Bucky, apparently, didn’t like you getting too comfortable. Without any warning, he pulled his finger out and undid his pants. Before you could register anything happening around you, he plunged his cock into you, lunging you forward on the counter. Your eyes snapped open. You were greeted by your boyfriend’s intense expression once again.

You barely registered the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were wide and that metal hand was not letting up on your neck. You could barely choke out any moans but it all felt so good, so right.

Satisfied that he had your attention, Bucky began thrusting in and out of you, pushing you more into the counter now, your arms barely holding up. He slipped in and out of you with such ease it was almost embarrassing. The only sounds prevalent for a bit in the room were the squelching between your thighs and the light grunts Bucky let out.

"How’s that?" Bucky asked between thrusts. Your legs were going to give out if he even began to talk. And as if he knew that fact, he continued. "Is this what you wanted, doll? My hand wrapped around your neck while I pounded into this sweet, tight pussy?"

You could only let out a weak moan in response which pleased him greatly. So much so, the thrusting picked up and the hand got tighter. Shocking you, your legs began to tremble. Bucky must’ve sensed it as his other hand came to grasp your waist tightly.

"I got you, doll," he whispered in your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. The contrast between that and his not-so-sweet motions nearly had you climaxing right then and there. "Got you so drunk on this cock you can barely stand, huh?"

You gave a breath moan, "B-Bucky-,"

He continued pounding as he spoke, seeming like the world’s greatest multitasker. Well, you figured, those assassins gotta be fast on their feet.

"What’s wrong?" Bucky mocked. "You close?"

You nodded profusely, watching your boyfriend in the mirror as he turned back towards it, your eyes meeting. He looked so blown out, in a primal state, as he kept working in and out of you.

Slowly, Bucky’s hand left your waist and sneaked down to your clit. He gave it a quick press that made you yelp. Bucky chuckled, amused by your responsiveness. It didn’t make him falter as he pressed again, this time running tight circles on your clit. The pressure and motion were making you lose your mind.

Bucky must’ve greatly enjoyed the sight as his metal hand got slightly tighter. You couldn’t do it — didn’t know how you managed it until now — but your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm built and built and built—

He sped up the motions on your clit, accompanied by even more powerful thrusts. Your arms gave out, overwhelmed, sending you forward on the counter. Bucky went with, pressing his body fully into yours. His hand never left your throat. His thrusts never hesitating.

"That’s it, doll," he whispered and you could practically hear the cocky smile on his lips. "Cum for me."

And you did. It took nothing else. Your orgasm rushed through you, sending sparks and waves across your body. Bucky never once let up as he simultaneously chased his own while working you through yours.

"Bucky…" you mumbled as your legs shook, your orgasm rushing warmth throughout your body.

His motions and thrusting weren’t letting up, sending you into an overstimulated state. You clenched on his cock at the sensation. Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore. With a tight grip still on you and a desperate moan on his lips, he came inside, soaking your walls, letting it drip to your thighs.

His movements got weak and sloppy as he worked through his orgasm. You couldn’t even handle it anymore and pushed his hand from your clit, earning an amused chuckle from your boyfriend.

He gave one more quick thrust before pulling out of you, watching as his seed slowly leaked out of your swollen hole. He had half the nerve to get on his knees to clean you up but figured that was the last thing you wanted in your overwhelmed, dazed state.

Instead, he was a good boyfriend and began cleaning you up with some hand towels from a rack. You shivered as the fabric came into contact with your thighs. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

Once cleaned, you finally found your balance again. You pulled up your panties and jeans then looked back into the mirror. You saw Bucky working to readjust himself in his jeans but what really caught your attention was the redness. Your neck had the faintest yet noticeable glow of red from his hand. You gasped, lightly running your hands over it.

Bucky whipped his head towards you, suddenly noticing the redness left on your skin from his grip. His heart nearly stopped until he saw the pure delight, satisfaction, in your eyes.

"Was that okay?" Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You two watched each other in the mirror, this time in a much softer, sweeter position than before.

You nodded, "It was wonderful."

Bucky grinned and placed a kiss upon your lips. You melted into it, half wanting to go another round. But Bucky forced you two to disconnect.

"We should get back out there," he said.

You frowned. "What happened to spending hours between my thighs?"

"You little minx," Bucky groaned, his hands coming up to tickle your sides. You let out a squeal.

"We really have to face them, huh?"

Bucky went to answer but was cut off by Sam suddenly yelling from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yes, you do!" He called out, anger and annoyance dripping from his words.

You two met each other’s stare as if hoping for one to suggest a way out of this mess but coming up empty, you just gave a sigh and pushed out of Bucky’s arms. Shamefully, you unlocked the door and opened it, trying to prepare mentally for how you were ever going to face Sam again.

"Sorry, Sam," you mumbled, slipping your way around him back to your seat, avoiding his gaze all cost. Bucky followed behind, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

"On a plane? Really?" Sam asked in disbelief. "While people are sitting right here?" You gave a quick glance to Zemo who truthfully didn’t look bothered by the situation. Your stomach turned at the idea of what else was taking place on this plane.

"Maybe you’re just jealous," Bucky finally spoke as he got comfortable again in his seat. Sam still stood in the aisle, hands on his hips, shocked by Bucky’s suggestion.

"Jealous?"  

Bucky shrugged. "I got to bang my very hot girlfriend on a plane. I think you’re jealous."

You groaned at his words, trying to hide your face in your hands. You could hear Bucky’s light chuckles, practically dismissing the situation, which did not please Sam.

"Who thinks it’s okay to bang their girlfriend when other people are right on the other side of the door?" Sam asked.

"Look, Sam," Bucky turned his head towards him, that teasing grin playing at his lips. "When it’s game time, it’s game time."

His words earned a chorus of disgusted groans and protest from the entire group. Your face was hot, probably entirely flushed, as red as your neck if you had to guess. You tried reprimanding Bucky for his ridiculous innuendos — something he didn’t quite understand as he tried defending his statement to the group. No one was buying it.

"Alright," you finally said, halting the conversation. "That’s enough. Can we please no longer talk about this? I think we get it, we got a bit carried away."

Zemo, however, didn’t think it was enough. He decided to add his two cents to the conversation by asking, "And what exactly inspired you to get carried away?"

Zemo didn’t even try to hide it as his eyes glanced down to Bucky’s metal arm. Sam observed, his eyes suddenly getting wide as he put two and two together, causing him to share even more disgust towards you two. Bucky took it all, laughing like it was the greatest joke of all time. You, on the other hand, hid your face once more, praying your seat would just swallow you whole. It sent them into another bicker of conversation.

No one was ever going to let you live it down.

[rotshop]

your drawing of Wank gushing about the reader reminded me how much I love her, so if you can, could you do some headcanons of Wank with the reader, doesnt matter which reader you want to use, animalperson, employeer, go wild. we just need more Wank simp juice

-Abstract

SO ,,, i m combining these two asks for the sake of ease ,,, i got a third wank req but i might do that later today idk ,,,,,,,, 4 now u get these </3

[ tw ; one very very brief and non-detailed mention of violence ]

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-chances are you two just kinda. ran into one another at some point. you were probably in some of your own trouble with the aahw for one reason or another. it's essentially incident 010a

-chances ALSO are u were kinda horrified when u first seen her, u've gotta recognize her and idk man !! having someone who could easily snap your neck looming over you and just staring down at you isn't!! super reassuring!! :[ you don't even know if she's really listening as you're trying to plead ur case (and y'know. for your life.) because she's just ,, not reacting at all. she's just staring down at you in silence, you can't really see anything of her eyes behind the goggles and it's just making it worse. eventually though, you're cut off by her just picking you up and throwing you over your shoulders with an almost embarrassing amount of ease

-SO YEA ,,, i hope you like getting carried around like a sack of flour and unable to really do much at all, i mean, u can TRY and squirm around or hit at her backc but it usually just results in her tightening her grip on you :[ congrats to u tho because unlike her counterpart / sibling in incident 010a she HASN'T thrown you around !! so enjoy that at least

-eventually, you're allowed to see nevada from a normal view again when you get tossed in the back seat of a car. u don't get the chance to really think too in depth abt the idea when she's already stopping you, making a little 'watching you' gesture before she shuts the door on you. yeah its. not a great first meeting :[

-after u get brought back to her little base of sorts and get questioned by some others (who, are luckily a little bit less physical and generally intimidating), u just kinda. hang around. they've decided ur not a threat and its not like you really have anywhere else to go, aahw would probably just hunt ur ass down again anyway, esp considering you've been seen w/ wank now

-she starts to warm up to you a little more after the fact. you notice really early on that she's actually a lot more emotive and animated when she isn't tearing an agent a new one !! (granted, that's. pretty animated in its own right) she's still got that air of intimidation but for the most part she's pretty light-hearted, so!! it's not as surprising when she keeps checking up on u

-at first u just kinda excuse it as 'oh, she's probably just wondering if i got hurt or if im doing anything sketch' but she just kinda. walks in, asks if ur ok and then just stands there. you can tell there's always something a little bit off but she's usually walking off before you can point it out though. there is one time though where instead of walking off she just kinda. walks over to you, if you have any hobbies like reading, writing, or drawing then that's what she asks about first. she asks if she can watch you / read with you for a little while and so you both just kinda. chill like that. it's a little uncomfortable at first since there's not too much room between you and her on your bed but,,it works (or. yknow. you can always just sit between her legs and have her wrap her arms around ur waist and kinda rest her head on top of urs :flushed:)

-it becomes a routine of sorts after that, she'll come check up on you, see how you're doing, then come lie down with you. it's just..nice, in a way. it helps her calm down a little and she just likes being around you for some reason !! a fully platonic reason of course, you're just her friend who she sometimes thinks about kissing and who she can't help but think about your smile or the way your laugh sounds even when you're not around, fully in a just kinda friends way of course !! nothing more to it and the way she can't help but get giddy whenever she's talking about you !!! bestie behavior. yeah she talks to someone abt how she feels and it takes everything in them to not double over in laughter

-she eventually goes 'hm! fuck!' and realizes she's in gay love w/ u lmao. she's. pretty lost on how to go abt that and it reaaally doesn't help that you both are rlly affectionate w/ one another, so it just makes it harder for her to tell if the feelings are returned or not ,,, chances are she just kinda spontaneously confesses in her own kind-of-nerve-wracking way when you're both hanging out alone. she just kinda. cups ur face and makes you look at her and blurts out some 'i love you' or something

-N E WAY ,,, onto more mismatched hcs.

-she doesn't train w/ you very often since she's nervous about hurting you or exhausting you, she knows ur strong and you can take a lot but,,she still gets a little paranoid about it. however , she does enjoy you watching her train w/ others !! this isn't fun for them however because she does unintentionally go a little harder to impress you lmao ,, wank is not immune to favoritism and it shows

-like said before, she's very affectionate with you and she's not afraid to be so around others. if ur in her viscinity she just!! gotta hold u, its the law man. she just likes wrapping an arm or two around you and pulling you back against her, usually leaves a lot of little kisses on your temple or on top of ur head ,, it's worse if you fluster easily, hope u like being kissed a lot and being picked up bc she WILL do so just to see ur reaction ,, on the bright side though you do get to hear her laugh a lot more often since ur just that cute to her

-not at all shy abt her relationship w/ you and she wears it proudly on her sleeve, she cares abt u so so much and she genuinely adores you, it's written clear as day in any interaction you two have with one another so!! like hell she's gonna try and hide it

[insidereagan]

Hi love<3 can I request Reagan Ridley with a fem or gn s/o who’s the spoiled child of JR?<3 

hello! ofc you can, thank you for the request :)

all sfw, and gn

Despite the two of you being born at around the same time, the two of you had never met until you joined cognito because rand didn’t want reagan making friends, so she could focus on science.

When JR introduces you to the team, Reagan is slightly unsure at first.

She doesn’t want to be rude!! She’s just.. confused on how to socialise, and finds it awkward knowing your relation to JR.

She gets so overwhelmed when you get her a present, she’s not used to that kind of thing. But she appreciates it so much!

But she wants to do something in return because she feels like she hasn’t given you the best first impression. (She tried her best, she just doesn’t have the best experience socialising)

After having a small conversation with JR about what you like, she decides to take you to your favourite restaurant in the most heterosexual way possible.

She’s up all night stressing a about how to ask you tomorrow, she’s worried you’ll think it’s a date!

But wait,, why is she so obsessed with trying to make you like her? She’s never really cared about what people thought of her.

Anyway, when she asks you the next day, you excitedly say yes.

“I-I’m sorry if it’s not what your used to.. I know your most likely into more expensive stuff,”

“no, thank you so much!! it’s exactly what I need :),” youd smile.

reagan can’t work for the entire day because of how nervous she is. like this woman is STRESSED and brett is clearly picking up on that because he allows her to go home early.

you notice she’s gone, and when you ask Brett where she is, he says you didn’t feel well.

you obviously don’t believe that because she looked fine earlier.

but to ease her nerves for the night, you ask JR if you can spend the day off too, so you can bake something to give her just before you two go out.

he obviously agrees, so you go home and get started on baking a cake.

when your done, you realise it’s almost time to meet up with reagan so you put the cake in the car and go off.

she’s either flustered or pale af when you arrive. no in between.

but when you give her the cake, she will most likely start crying.

“I-im sorry I didn’t get you anything, y/n,” she says, in between sobs.

“shhh, reagan none of that. now let’s go and enjoy our night!”

you guys end up having so much fun

reagans nerves almost instantly melt away when she sees how nice and genuine you are.

you were slightly worried on how this would all turn out because of your dads relationship with Rand but it turned out okay!!

just before the date ended, reagan, without a warning, impulsively kissed you.

“oh my gosh I love you,” you said after.

“wanna share an ice cream?” she grinned.

“sure. as long as I get to pay,” you answered.

you two are the ice cream in silence, until reagan spoke.

“sooo.. are we.. a thing now?”

“well.. yea! if you want,”

“are you kidding, c’mere,” she said, coming over to you and kissing you again.

idk how to end this

sorry it was cheesy

but I hope you enjoy anon!

[jangofctts]

Sink Your Teeth In (Part 2 of Are You In Or Out?)

Rated: Explicit (Paz is in the next chapter DONT WORRY)

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, the cold?, reader is in PERIL YET AGAIN, vaginal fingering, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap them schlongs yall), brief hand jobs, swearing, angst, very VERY light choking, din is a sub sorta?? bottom energy 

Summary: Well. At least you aren't dead. After a solo hunt gone wrong, you’re dumped in a cave on Csilla. Hopefully someone finds you before you freeze to death.  

a/n: hey…so uh. HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE HUH?!? aheM anyway--yall I just wanna thank everyone first off for all the love and support!!! I see all of your comments and tags and AH IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE ALL OF YOU GUYS. ALSO SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO @djxrxn​ THIS WOULDNT HAVE BEEN DONE WITHOUT YOU BB GORL

Well—

Here you are. 

Taken by surprise by another bounty, further proving how irrevocably incompetent you are at this line of work. You blame the binders. An older, clunkier model—easy to pick if you’re clever enough and yes. Maybe you should’ve asked to borrow a carbonite chamber, but hey—where’s the fun in that? 

Not much, as it so happens. 

Your feet had been kicked up on the dashboard, dozing and unaware of the freed bounty creeping up behind the pilot’s seat. Something delightfully blunt smashed against your temple, jolting you into a brief conscious state where the only thing you could think before passing out again, was a resounding— 

Oh, fuck me sideways with a fucking lightsaber—

The rest is hazy. A blur of colors and the fuzzy shapes of your bounty’s face sneering in amusement when she bound your wrists and ankles and left you in the cargo hold. Vaguely you recall your ship being commandeered, swung into an unidentified atmosphere and landing on said unknown planet Or planets. Planet hopping to cover up a trail. 

The bitter cold, sharper than a needle through skin is what shook off the last dregs of unconsciousness. The bounty’s hand was hooked into the collar of your clothes, dragging your limp body through drifts of snow and ice. You would’ve fought back—should’ve even though each extremity felt like a numb block of lead. Not very useful in a fight…

Soon, the snow turned to mud and the mud to stone as a mouth of a cave slid over the impossibly blue sky. Dumped in a cave, and left to die—perfect way to bite the dust. Your bounty turned captor lands a sharp kick to your ribs, mouthing some curse in a language you don’t understand, and left without a second thought. 

Seems about right. You have a knack for lying helpless and half dead in places you ought not to be in. 

Two days and counting, you’ve been holed up in this blasted cave with no food, no supplies and no comlink. It’s going be a fucking chore to find you—nearly impossible. You’re lucky in that aspect you guess—you know enough bounty hunters to sniff out a a needle in a whole stack of needles, so all it is is a race of time against the elements and how long it takes for one of them to notice.            

Aeris is no help. He left a day before you had—hired as personal protection for some syndicate leader halfway across the galaxy. Ives is in a similar boat, off-world and unavailable to drag your ass out of the hole you’ve dug. Which leaves…

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose between your forefinger and thumb. Anytime you even think of those two a migraine cumulates behind your eyes. It’s…it’s not like anything bad happened in the aftermath—there’s been no fallout or arguments with barbed words as weapons. It’s been quiet. Like stepping onto a sheet of cracked transparisteel in a library full of tight-lipped academics. 

The questions lurk under the surface of every conversation and longing look cast your way. You’ll need to clarify and sort things out eventually, but fuck—it’s such a mess of frazzled heartstrings and fine strands of impossible thoughts that lead into an endless void of doubt. You’re shoving that emotional time bomb to the very back of your mind—everything is still so raw…  

So you ran. 

Picked up any and all jobs that the Guild provided just to escape the looming decision of confronting a certain pair of Mandalorians. That and with them having their own tasks to complete, it was rare to see them, let alone together in the past few weeks. A simple run in here and there in the halls of the Covert, but you were too busy to stop and chat—forced a chaotic schedule upon yourself as an excuse to avoid staying in once place at a time.    

Coward.

The word knots in your stomach like gnarled tree roots escaping their prison of dark soil on untrodden land.  

Maker—how did everything become so tangled? 

You draw your knees up to your chest and release a long, drawn out exhale that echoes through the cave. You sniff and force the swell of tears that prick at your eyes away. You’re pretty sure they’ll freeze and you’re not hoping to find out. 

The only good thing about being dropped on this Maker-forsaken, wasteland devoid of anything but snow, is the free ice for the nasty gash on your forehead. A nice little parting gift. 

It’s shallow…you think—it stopped bleeding the night before and is now just a scabbed over, tender wound that throbs whenever you move your head too fast. Concussion maybe—a mild one.  

Maker willing when someone finds your sorry ass they’ll have bacta. Or a blanket. Either would be peachy.     

Sitting up with a wince, you shuffle to the mouth of the cave for the thousandth time and scour the skyline for a familiar ship. Or, any ship really. The only thing you do see is a lonesome wisp of cloud against the grayish blue sky much to your chagrin. You scowl and stalk back into your little hovel and slump back onto the ground. 

The hours drag on, the watery light of the dying sun barely doing anything to warm you. Sulking is hardly what you should be doing—not great for the burdened mind and all that, but ah, it’s so fun to wallow in misery. You curl your knees up to your chest and you must slip into a doze because when you’re snapped back into the present, footsteps punch through the frozen tundra outside your cave.  

Adrenaline crackles down your spine—the bounty changed her mind. Ultimately decided she’d be safer in the long run with you dead. Fine.

If this is where your grave is going to be, might as well get in one or two punches. What’s another black eye anyway?

A shadow flickers at the mouth of the cave, curling around the wall as she draws closer. A brown boot kicks through the snow and— 

“Changed your mind? I—“

Your words die on your tongue as relief floods your veins. Din Djarin stands before you, a sight for sore eyes in these trying times. 

Frost glitters on the burgundy chest plate, glinting in the dim sunlight that touches the mouth of the cave. A delicate feathering of the dainty crystals that no high end lace maker could ever hope to mimic curls up the front of Din’s visor and eats away at the edges of his cloak. His heavy step forward reverberates off the walls, some of that ease replaced by the prickle of dread. His silence is unnerving. 

“Din,” you say again, just so he’ll say something. “I can—“

You move to stand, but he interrupts with a halting;

“Sit.”       

Your mouth snaps shut and you drop back on the floor. This…is not good. His footsteps are heavy as he approaches you and every muscle in your frame tightens like a fist wrapping around your ribcage and squeezing. The precise edges of his helmet are not a forgiving sight and even when he kneels onto one knee you have to resist the natural urge to flinch. Like this, despite hunching over, Din is broad. All hard muscle and sinew amplified by the bulky layer of beskar.   

Your tongue runs over the insides of your teeth as you track his hand that he thrusts foreword. You hiss and jerk away at the sudden needly pain when his gloved thumb finds the edges of your head wound. A low sound of disapproval filters out through the helmet in a low metallic buzz. 

“You won’t need stitches,” he says. Din reaches into one of his various supply pouches and pulls out a tiny vile of bacta. He casually pulls off his right glove, unscrews the vile and smears the bacta over his thumb. This time you don’t make a sound, even though your nerves scream at the razor like sensation of his thumb working the bacta into the damaged flesh. He doesn’t ask how the injury happened and you don’t care to tell him. There’s a time and place for stories about battle scars and near misses—it’s much too fresh to be spoken of right now. 

The brief torture finally ends after once last glance over for other presenting injuries. He finds none, replaces his glove and stands with a muted grunt. You know what’s next. You’d rather avoid it—you aren’t keen on the berating lectures—as deserved as they are.      

“I found your ship on Sato 3,” Din begins with a growl. “Imagine my surprise when I found your bounty selling it for parts.”  

Ah, there it is. You wince and study your fingernails. “Pile of junk anyway…”

“I thought you’d be smarter about these things,” he snarls, his sharp tone deadly enough to slice through bone. “Was the hole blown into your lung not enough for you?”

You swallow and bite your tongue.  

The bristling Mandalorian, continues and jabs an orange tipped finger at you. “You are reckless.”

Your chest constricts as you look away, shame blooming in the pit of your stomach.This is a new facet of Din you’ve never encountered. You aren’t naïve—even the most docile of people can harbor a temper, you know that. And you know Din is by no means passive—he’s an elite warrior equipped with a small arsenal at his disposal. You don’t expect him to coddle you or treat you different than any other companion; but…but it’s hard not to take his ire to heart. Not when it’s the kind of anger that boils deep in your chest and erupts with molten streams that leaves scathing wounds and blistered feelings.  

You chew your lip hard enough to taste blood and avoid his piercing gaze. You think if you do you might catch fire and burn to a crisp. “I’m sorry.”   

The meek apology settles in the air like a heavy fog. Din’s anger still brews, looming and dark but he reigns in his temper and switches out the searing cadence of his words with chilly informality. You’re not sure which is worse.   

“No more bounties.” 

“What?” Your brows knit together. The fuck does he mean.  

“No more hunts alone—“  

You interrupt with a scoff. “You’re grounding me?”

He strides across the small space and plants himself on the opposing wall. “Until you’re competent enough, you have no business being out in the field. You might as well be bait at this point.” 

“Competent.” You echo through clenched teeth.  

His helmet dips, leveling a steady glare of indifference. “The Crest is a half cycle’s walk from here. In the morning I’m taking you back to Nevarro.”   

“I’m not a child. You can’t just,” you throw your hands up in dismay, “ban me from bounty hunting.”    

Din’s armor clinks together as he moves to sit. He rests one elbow on his propped up knee, extends his other and rolls his helmet to meet your eyes. “Your actions reflect the Covert now. We can’t risk discovery because of one stupid mistake or a careless loose end.”    

That hadn’t even crossed your mind. Stars, you want to smack yourself. Your ship, as shitty as it was, hosted a good chunk of sensitive information, all encrypted and translated into binary. A mediocre slicer could hack through it in hours. Not exactly foolproof but hey, at least you had something. Good thing your bounty wasn’t in the market of selling stolen ships to the Empire. 

“Din?”

The Mandalorian makes no noise of affirmation that he heard you. You sigh and take his silence as a go ahead and clear your throat. “How long was I gone for?”

Here, in the cave it’s been nearly three days, but the rest of it you’re not exactly sure. Hunting the bounty down took up at least a week or two and even longer to capture her and there’s no accounting for the time lost after your ship was commandeered. Your teeth roll over your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond. 

“Almost two months.” He replies evenly. “Your transmissions were cut three weeks ago and I didn’t think anything of it. Comms are always patchy in Wild Space."

Leather creaks as his fist balls at his side. “You didn’t answer for days. Paz and I tracked the ship to Sato 3, but you weren’t there. Do you know how difficult it was to pick through all the planets recorded on your log?”

You blink and return to picking at your fingernails. 

“You weren’t easy to find, I—“ He severs the rest of his sentence with a crackling sigh and tilts his head back. “You’re lucky.”    

The hesitance lacing his words makes you bite your tongue, the snarky retort crumbling to ash in your mouth. Din doesn’t bother to filter his words—he’s blunt. Efficient and to the point when he does decide to speak. That…well that was different.   

He was worried—

You rub at your cheek—numb with the cold and curl into yourself. Din was worried. Easily the most feared bounty hunter in the parsec, worried that he couldn’t find you.   

A different cold—one that settles deep into the marrow of your bones and hugs your soul with a sheet of frost, makes a home in your heart. The severity of what could’ve happened replaces that sheen of hilarity and fuck. You were closer to freezing to death than Din finding you here—alone in some stupid kriffing cave.  

Somehow the idea of that is worse than the brief brush of eternal slumber you had on Nar Shaddaa. Up to that point you expected to die young—no harm and no foul in it either. You had no attachments, no debt to pay—a drifter in an endless galaxy.    

Now you’re here, buckling under the weight of mismanaged friendships and your uncanny skill at weaseling into any and all trouble. 

Neither you or Din jump to fill the silence. The ashes of disaster settle in nicely with the frozen echo of an endless winter.      

It’d been a couple hours shy from sunset when Din arrived, the sun providing weak light that hardly touched the mouth of the cave. Now as the shadows grow longer and with the temperature dropping, the two of you are swallowed up by the unyielding darkness of night. 

Din shuffles and fishes out the solar light from his supply bag. It clicks on and warm, orange light illuminates the cave. It bounces off his beskar, fracturing the light like a million tiny suns in the tempered metal and in the impossibly dark visor. He looks up, and tosses the light over. 

You catch it easily and despite the warmness of the light it emits, it offers no heat for your chilled fingers. You set it to the side and tuck your hands into your armpits. 

By no means is the cave warm—the natural thermal vents kept the ground dry and free of the ice and snow that rages outside, but it doesn’t protect you from the occasion chilly draft that cuts through each layer you wear. Then again, you weren’t planning on taking an unexpected vacation on Csilla. No time to plan really.  

You sigh and pull your knees up to your chest and cast a glance at your ever radiant ray of sunshine across from you.  

He looks nice and cozy—leaned back against the cave wall, one leg crossed over the other while his hands sit intertwined just below his navel. The beskar must provide insulation—maybe a fancy heater in that bucket of his, or maybe he’s just too stubborn to show anything other than indifference.   

Another bout of shivers tear through your frame and you’re certain Din can hear the enamel of your teeth clack together. You shove your hands deeper into your armpits and tuck your chin into your chest to preserve heat and pray that sleep isn’t far off—can’t be cold if you’re unconscious.    

Metal scrapes over stone as Din readjusts himself and you can feel him looking at you. It’s not a terrible weight to bear; intense and analytic, sure and in the past it would’ve unnerved you. Now, instead of it feeling like he were peeling back each fibre of your soul each time he stares, it’s familiar. A pattern of sorts—

It happens each time Din wrestles with an uncertain question. He deals in absolutes, and it’s no surprise he rarely knows what to say to you. 

“You’re shivering,” he states. You roll your eyes. “Are you cold?”

“Boiling, actually,” you snip. “Why else would I forget a jacket?”

A sharp hiss of air crackles through the vocoder. “Don’t get mouthy with me. It was a simple question.”

“Well—there’s not much to do about it,” you sneer, watching your breath condensate in the air. “I’m freezing, exhausted, and hungry.”       

You know you’re being snide—but your nerves feel like they’ve been severed at the root with a dull vibroblade. You have neither the time nor energy to spare for simple questions. Din should understand that—seeing as he’s a man familiar with short temperament.

The space between you is ripe with crackling tension, and maybe—if you weren’t so fucking cold—you’d play the mediator. Thread stitches into the gash you both sliced into your friendship, as small it may be. You’ve lost friends over less—this could end up no different.

You sigh and turn your head. This is a problem for tomorrow. 

Irritated and upset, you squeeze your eyes shut and chase after sleep. You slip in a doze faster than expected, any and all discomfort fading away a you toe the line between a deeper sleep and waking dreams. You think you imagined Din saying your name—Maker you can’t even escape him in your own fucking head—  

It doesn’t end—like a nagging buzz that swells until it’s right near your ear. Spite spurs you to ignore It and exhaustion convinces you to drift further away. That is, until a hand, gentle and warm curls around your shoulder. You once again hear your name rumble low through Din’s helmet, but it’s much too difficult to open your eyes. Why can’t he leave you be? You barely feel the cold now…

“Stay awake.” Din sounds distant, in some other plane of existence despite the steady hold he has on your arm. “Maker—you’re colder than kriffing ice.” 

“Go away,” you grumble through numb lips. Such a pest.  

He’s talking—but the words don’t make sense. Muddled—split between that hazy line of dreaming and consciousness where you can’t decipher what’s real. His hands however—you can feel those plain as day. A bare palm cups your cheek—shreds through the layer of frost you’re positive has crystalized over your skin and rouses you to a more coherent level of presentness.       

“Don’t quit on me yet—“

“Nah,” you mumble. “I’m hard to…to kill. L-like a scrap rat…”  

Din grunts in response. “Rat is a compliment. You’re more of a spider-roach.”

The ends of your mouth quirk. It’s the best you can do—a full smile just might push you to the brink of death.        

“C’mon—I won’t let either of us freeze,” Din sighs. His fingers find the magnetized latches on his cuirass and it slips off with practiced ease, the armored thigh plating following a moment later. He neatly sets it to the side and grabs his cloak to fasten it around you. With another sigh, Din shuffles in behind you and wraps an arm around your middle, nestling his legs and body snuggly around yours.   

Maker—you don’t have time to bother about the intimacy of this because all you’re drawn to is the furnace like heat. Fuck, he’s so warm. You have only a second to enjoy it before your body begins to thaw—bringing forth waves of achey pain.   

His chest molds to your back, both arms curling over your own arms that are scrunched up tight around your chest. You shake in his hold, vicious waves of cold clashing against his body heat—it hurts—like sticking your bare foot into hot coals.     

You squirm, little gasps of discomfort slipping out that echo around the cave. Din shifts, tucking you further under his body until he’s nearly crushing you. It’s a bit tricky to breathe like this but hey—you’re not complaining. Not when your nose is buried in his soft undershirt that smells purely of Din.   

Your fingers and toes still throb as they thaw, but it’s working. Cuddling Din Djarin to stave off hypothermia—sounds kriffing ridiculous. 

“You’re still shivering,” he says. “I might…”

Your breath catches in your throat as he trails off. “Might what?”

Another shiver wracks through your body as his frosty helmet catches on bare skin when he dips his head in embarrassment. You don’t quite catch what he says and he doesn’t bother to clarify. “Forget it.”  

You turn your head as much as you can, straining your eyes to meet the strip of visor. “Tell me.”

He mumbles under his breath again and cuddles closer, slotting his hips against your ass. “Might know…know another way to keep us warm…”

Oh. 

A spark breathes to life in the pit of your tummy. You wiggle onto your back, your nose brushing the vizor. “Does it involve me taking off my pants?” 

Din huffs, his hands, previously latched onto your hips, starting to crawl up your waist. “It could…”    

You smirk and rock your hips back, eliciting a low growl that rumbles through his chest. With your whine of approval, Din’s hand slips between your legs and gives the meat of your inner thigh a squeeze. You let your knees fall open as far as they can in this position and it’s all Din needs to cup your cunt through the thin material of your trousers. 

Crackling pleasure flood your veins as the heel of his palm grinds into your clit, and while the pressure is nice, it does nothing to satisfy. Only feeds the growing flames of desire with brittle kindling. 

You pull at his undershirt and whimper, thrilled once his deft fingers, calloused and thick unlace your pants and yank far enough down to fit his hand. His fingers trace your outer lips, a ghost of a touch as arousal swells in your stomach. He parts your folds once your wetness begins to dribble out and coats his fingertips with your arousal. 

Stars—you need him. You arch into him and whine. “Touch me. Din, please—“ 

You jerk as Din’s thumb swirls a slow circle over your clit, a rush of endorphins surging out like unrefined fire whiskey. Din’s head tilts to watch you writhe over his fingers and the sudden chill of his helmet touching the inside of your flushed neck steals away your next inhale. Goosebumps race down your entire being, adding to the influx of your excitement that pools in your lower belly.       

Your hands tangle into his undershirt, pulling him closer until you can’t find where he begins and you end. His heart pounds in his chest, thrumming to the dance of your own heart that yearns to break free from your ribcage. Your breath catches when two of his thick fingers tease at your entrance. Your walls flutter around him as the slip in easily.   

His fingers roll forward and stroke against something devastating inside of you, and he when his palm rolls back, it bumps against your clit with that divine firmness you need. Your cunt tightens around the two digits as they curl.  

“Fuck. Can you hear yourself?” He pants, groping your breast to elicit a high pitched wail. “You always make—make such pretty noises.” 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and fuck. You’re already dipping head first into release. A moment later you’re arching into his chest as every muscle stiffens in a crescendo of bliss, your stuttered breathing harsh even to your own ears.  

Your quick pants fog up his visor as Din rests the crown of his helmet on your forehead, the metal a cool relief to your flushed skin. He slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt, your chest still heaving with exertion as the last strands of your high fizzle and ebb away. Din shifts and and snakes his fingers, still shiny and wet with your arousal, beneath the lip of his helmet and sucks them clean with an appreciative groan.  

“Fuck—“ You breathe, pushing your face into his hand as he cups your cheek. Din’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone and swings his leg over your hips to hoist himself over you. 

“Do you remember...” He starts, his voice buzzing through the vocoder. His fingers tickle down your cheek and trace the parted outline of your lips. “When you let me taste you?”

You nod, and it’s all you’re able to do. You’re not even sure you can formulate words, let alone voice them right now. 

Din’s thumb pulls at your plush bottom lip, and you can’t help but slide your tongue along the digit. He grunts and slips his thumb into the wet heat of your mouth. “I think about you every night…how you came on my tongue—”

Your stomach flips as a rush of arousal sweeps through your tummy. You groan and you’re half sure you’re gonna dissipate into the floor from how hot your cheeks burn. “Din—"  

He continues without missing a beat. 

“You were so fucking wet for me—dripped all over my hand,” he murmurs, nuzzling his helmet, still chilly and frosted over, into the crook of you neck.  “I want to do it again—can I?”

You’re nodding before he even finishes his sentence. He wasn’t the only one longing for his head between your thighs on those long nights apart. Remembering those plush lips and addictive touches could only get you so far and well—he’s here now. You said it once and you’ll say it again—there’s no chance in hell you’d be passing up this opportunity. 

Din lifts his head and as you watch the light glitter in the reflection of the beskar, a sudden stray thought ricochets into the forefront of your mind. “Din, the light—your helmet.”

He pauses, his body tensing as he mulls over his options. “It’s—I—it’s ok…It’ll be ok.”

Din inhales a stuttered breath and casts a brief glance over his shoulder. It’s a dim light, kicked into the corner and laying on its side. From this angle, his face would be partially obscured in shadow…but still. There are easier ways to go about this. Ways that don’t risk jeopardizing the very foundation of who he is—what he stands for and what he so devoutly follows.    

To say you know anything about his religion is laughable. Everything you know can fit on the back of a thumbtack and even still, you’re sure that half of that is still based upon rumor and speculation. But this—what Din is hinting at, you know is not something to be taken lightly. 

He’s stripping his soul bare for you—allowing you to glimpse at that bleeding heart of his he guards so securely within layers of flesh and bone and impenetrable beskar. Din is gifting you his trust and there’s no where else to put it except for the space beneath your breast bone.   

Yet, even still—this could mean nothing at all. You have no way to know the exact magnitude of what this means to him. If he’s alright with this, who are you to question?

He mumbles one last thing about the light and sits up. Goosebumps rush up your bare skin at the loss of the heavy warmth of his body. You whine and curl up closer to his legs, greedy for any spare iota of heat like you’ve been denied it your entire life.   

Maker you hate this fucking planet—   

Your attention snaps back to Din when he makes a noise of uncertainty. His hands are cupped around his helmet—hesitant, nervous and you suspect if Din’s hands weren’t plastered so tight around the metal, he’d be shaking. You chew on your lip and prop yourself up. 

Cautiously, so as not to startle, you reach up and curl your fingers around his wrist. You can feel his pulse thrumming through his veins—alive, flesh and bone like you. Not some heap of sentient metal built for the horrors of war. You don’t know why you do it—just seems right to pull the fragile and vulnerable skin of his inner wrist to you mouth. You plant a gentle kiss there and smile when he cups your cheek.           

“You don’t owe me anything, Din,” you say, staring into the darkened depths of his visor. “Least of all this.”    

Some of that tension held in Din’s shoulders melts. He utters something in that clipped language of his people, and the only thing you can make out is your name. He lurches foreword and fuck—you’re terrified for a split second he’s gonna cave your skull in but instead he lightly bumps the crown of his helmet over your forehead.      

“I want to. For you—only you.”

Din doesn’t leave any time to unpack all of that. He sits up again, wraps his hands around the beskar— 

The metallic thunk of the helmet reverberates through the cave like a crack of thunder.    

You were right. 

You can barely see his face—if you really look, you can see the murky outline of his nose, dark hair and a sliver of his tan skin that the light touches. Attractive—but you knew that already. You touch his cheek and smile, your thumb catching over wiry facial hair and soft skin. Din makes a sound low in his throat and pushes his cheek into your hand. 

“I still want to taste you,” Din says, his voice richer when stripped of that tinny vocoder. You like listening to him speak without it, you think, and it’s a damn shame you never get to hear it. “Please.”     

Before he can escape and fulfill that fantasy, you yank him into a blinding kiss. He kisses the same—all wild edges and with desperation lining each motion—but there’s a new found tenderness here. Like he’s savoring each gasp and every brush of skin you grace him with like it’s your last night left in the galaxy.   

He breaks away from your mouth and peppers kisses and nips down your jaw, then lower as you arch and expose the bare skin of your throat. There’ll be a plethora of bruises tomorrow, and with no hope to cover them either but fuck it—Din can leave as many hickeys and teeth marks as he wants. 

If not for the cold still latching onto your very soul, you’d ditch the shirt; give Din better access instead of him needing to shove a hand up under and grope at your breasts. He gives the fabric an annoyed tug, but it’s fruitless. There’s no use when there’s better things to be sought. 

He shoves your shirt as far up as it goes, shivering as he mouths down your stomach, licks around your bellybutton and sucks a bruise onto your hipbone. Your pants are already pulled halfway down—one sharp yank and they’re around your ankles and off in the next breath. 

Cupping your knees with both hands he gingerly spreads your legs and drapes them over his muscular shoulders. Din rubs his patchy haired cheek along your thigh and hooks his hands under your ass, his ivory white teeth catching the light as he smiles.  

“Fucking perfect—“ He groans, planting his lips over your inner thigh. His tongue swipes a wet line up, stopping just before your aching cunt to dig his teeth into the sensitive flesh. You jump at the burst of pain and shoot a hand down, tangling your fingers into the soft curls atop his head.  

Din grunts and jumps to your other thigh, leaving no inch of skin neglected and without evidence of his teeth and lips. By the time his thumbs touch the outer lips of your cunt, the aching need for him is burning you from the outside in. He has to still your twitching hips with a calloused palm, and only after you settle does he surge forward. 

His tongue meets your swollen clit, ripping a tangled cry from you vocal cords. He’s just as eager as the first time he tasted you, if not more—every action backed by needy abandon. He sucks at the bundle of nerves then sweeps his tongue lower. Din’s thumbs part your lower lips as he runs his tongue though your soaked folds, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit that send delicious sparks throughout your whole body. Little noises and breathy gasps fill the cave, encouraging Din to push his tongue deep into your aching entrance. 

Your hand fists into his hair as your hips stutter and rock into the searing heat of his mouth. The noises you make are obscene, and Din is no better. Each pass of his tongue over your pussy is matched with his own deep moans that vibrated against your clit. Fucking hell he’s devouring you alive.          

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, robs you blind and crashes over you in deep waves that drag you out to sea and never to be found again as you spill onto his greedy tongue. Your fingers are threaded tight in his hair as you squeak and press harder into his mouth, riding out your pleasure until it shifts and becomes raw and sore.  

Din doesn’t pause for even a second—all too happy to stay put between your thighs for eternity. Your legs are trembling when you force his head away, a nice, tingly warmth settling into your limbs 

A dark thrill rushes down your spine when he looks up, wild hair and mouth covered in your slick. If not for the low lighting you imagine his eyes would be glazed over and Maker you want him again. Din swoops down and presses his mouth to yours, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue that slips past the seem of your lips. 

You whine after he breaks away and sits up—an opportunity for your eyes to roam down his body. He’s still got his trousers on, a considerable bulge tenting the front. With a smirk you reach up and grab a handful, delighting in Din’s startled grunt. “Easy.”

You flash him a wry smile and give his clothed cock a playful squeeze. “Take them off.” 

Din huffs and pulls at the drawstrings. “Needy.”

He says it with no bite and no coquettish retort on your end springs to mind—especially when his thumbs hook into the waistband and pull. A slow reveal of sun-kissed skin and a sparse happy trail that your eyes eagerly drink up. 

Din’s cock bobs as his trousers fall around his knees, tip shiny and wet and curling towards his navel. You bite the inside of your cheek and reach out, a rush of arousal pulsing through your core at Din’s low moan. He’s heavy in your hand, deliciously thick and throbbing—and all of it for you. 

Din gasps out your name as you lightly squeeze and stroke down, your pace dreadfully slow and teasing. Who knows when you’ll get another chance like this—a Mandalorian willingly on their knees for you.           

Your other hand slips up his chest as you stroke him, intent on grabbing a handful of his thick hair that curls softly against the column of his neck. Your fingernail lightly scrapes across his nipple and he sways, pitching forward before he catches himself and straightens. Din’s eyes are squeezed tight, chest heaving with shallow pants as a smirk tugs at your lips. 

“It’s ok, Din,” you whisper. “I won’t break.” 

Your fingers twist into the hair at the base of his skull and guide him back. He slumps forward with a sweet moan, laying his weight onto your body that you’re all too happy too bare. His nose is nestled into the slope of your neck as his hands lock around the dip of your lower back while the other cradles the back of your head, drawing you into a loose semblance of a hug. 

Something snaps and crumbles deep in your soul that bleeds the heartstring blues, humming with broken chords in the presence of Din’s soft fragility. Your hand moves from between his legs to instead wrap around the wide expanse of his back, squeezing him tight to your chest. You hold each other like there isn’t tomorrow to look forward to and you wonder if this is how it feels to fall apart. Two spinning halves of a supernova torn apart and destined to collide and shatter into a million fragments of dazzling light.  

Yes, you’re scared he might blind you or burn you with his brilliance, but you can’t look away.      

Your fingers crawl up his muscled thigh and settle on his hip. “Lie down for me?”

There’s no hint of hesitation or complaint as he maneuvers himself onto his back, patiently allowing you to clamber over his legs and straddle his hips. His cock rests on your inner thigh, pulsing and leaving a dribble of wetness every time it twitches.    

“Good boy.” It’s subtle but it ripples out like a heavy stone thrown into a still lake. Din shudders and says your name in a cracked whisper. He rolls his hips, both of you groaning at the sensation of his cock running along your dripping center.     

Another time for that game maybe. 

Your desperation is running hot and wild to have him inside you and you know he’s in a similar boat. You grab the thick shaft of his cock and grind the tip of him through your lips, breath hitching when it extracts such a perfect moan from the man below you. 

“Ride me,” he pleads, clamping his large hands over your hips. “Fuck—I need you.” 

How can you deny such a request?

You line the wide head up with your aching center and slowly work him in. Shivers wrack through you, and Maker—he’s splitting you apart, molding your insides to the shape of him. Beads of sweat dot your hairline by the time you’re seated fully on his member, the both of you pushed even closer towards madness.  

Din squeezes your ass and props his knees up, rolling his hips up into you. You whimper and tip forward, propping your palms over his chest as he sets the pace. You may be on top but there’s no changing the bold colors of power and lust that cloud his mind, fueling the brutal movements of fucking up into you. Your thighs burn already and Maker—why the fuck are you already tired? You’re not doing any of the work.  

Quicker than lightning, Din curls forward and manhandles you onto your back. You squeak as he grips your thigh and yanks it around his narrow hips, thrusting in deeper. His right hand crawls up the front of your shirt and wraps his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. His thumb hovers over the dip at the base of your neck but he makes no move to press down—just allows the weight of his palm to do the work. And fuck—it works. 

Choked garbles of his name pass through your lips as you buck and squirm in his hold, feeling your arousal begin to drip down the back of your thighs. You’re skirting the edge of sizzling release that alights your nerves with liquid wildfire. Your nails harpoon into the meat of his shoulders as your eyes squeeze shut. Din won’t allow it.      

“Look at me,” Din snarls, yanking your head back by your hair. “I want to—to watch you cum for me.” 

A blush scalds your cheeks but you listen. Your eyes flutter open for him, sliding to the dark shadows of his eyes that sweep you into their own gravity well with no hope to escape. You don’t mind. 

“You’re so g-good for me—always so perfect.”

White hot light bursts behind your eyelids, and that’s all it takes. Your body seizes, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around his cock as you cum. This one is different—steals your breath away and leaves you a broken husk of a person lost in most delectable forms of agony and pleasure. The cry of his name pierces the air only spurring the Mandalorian into a jarring pace to seek his own peak of ecstasy.  

Din’s nose nuzzles into your neck, his pants hot and sharp against your flushed skin. “You f-feel so—fuck. Say—say my name.”

You leap to his request and with a playful nip to his earlobe, you whisper it to him with the sweetness of starcherrries and the promise of better things. 

He tips over the edge, his hips faltering into no discernible pace as he cums. Din buries his teeth into the skin below your jaw, a mess of whines and begging gasps of nonsense as he fills your cunt to the brim. 

Your harsh breathing mingles as you both lazily slip down from your high. He rests his head over your sternum, listening to your beating heart that drums in a wild staccato as your fingers carefully comb through his hair. If not for the ache in your hips you’d keep him here forever. Din pulls out and you both groan at the loss. 

He doesn’t completely move away and you’re glad for it. He brushes his knuckles down the expanse of your cheek and dots a tender kiss to your hairline. Your name rumbles low in his throat as he shifts lower and gives your ear lobe a playful nip. His stubble scrapes along your neck, and you can’t help but giggle and squirm—but the weight of his body keeps you pinned. Your name slips from his lips a second time, breathy and drawn out in a sweet sigh, like he’s savoring the sound of each syllable and roll of the tongue. 

Din lifts his head, only slightly—near enough that his nose bumps into yours and his lips scrape along yours that are still parted and wet. “I—can I tell you something?” 

You cup his cheek and steal a kiss. It’s supposed to be quick—but instead he leans into it, guiding your mouth into a slow dance of sticky sweet movements that are caught in a slow draw, like crystalized honey abandoned in a glass jar. You’re enraptured by his touch—his skin mottled with scars yet somehow still unfairly soft. He smells of snow—like metal and soap and something gentler, that’s uniquely Din.            

Fuck—you can feel your mind slipping away, wrapped up so snugly in his presence you almost forget to answer. “Yeah—anything.”

Crackling static suddenly rips through the cave, startling you both. A distorted voice chatters on the comlink that lies forgotten beside your pants. It blinks and the transmission ends just as abruptly. With a sigh Din brushes it off and tilts his head to tempt you into another kiss but—

Whoever’s trying to patch through is persistent. 

His lip curls in a scowl and snatches the comm. “Jorhaa’ir.”

You only catch your name being mentioned twice as rapid Mando’a is exchanged. Aeris maybe judging by the tone, but no that’s not right.   

“Wait—is that Paz?”

The muscles in Din’s shoulders tense, confirming your suspicion.

“Is everything ok?” Din doesn’t resist you when you pry the comlink out of his fingers and patch in. “Paz?”

Your heart skips a beat. 

“There you are,” the comlink crackles and you smile. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” 

Stars—you didn’t think you’d miss hearing Paz’s voice. Your chest aches. 

The conversation is short, he asks you how you are and when you’re coming home and in the time it takes to answer, Din is peeling himself from your body. While you're distracted, he pulls on his pants and sits at the edges of your vision.

You both pretend when you say goodnight to Paz, return the comlink and crawl into his arms that nothing has festered with savage detachment. You don't remember to ask him what he was going to say and he lets you forget. The golden heart that bleeds molten ichor slips from your sight and becomes shut behind walls of beskar and bushes of thick thorns and overgrown ivy.         

He still holds you, but it’s the coldest you’ve ever been. 

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tbz reaction to slow dancing with s/o

sangyeon : HEART EYES ON YOU THE WHOLE TIME. you have a hard time keeping eye contact so when you move your head to look around, he lifts his hand up and turns your head to look back at him. he just smiles and whispers to you that you’re okay and that it’s only him. UWU

jacob : he nervously smiles at you as you giggle. the temperature in the room feels suddenly hot and you both just sway back and forth, trying not to get more nervous. he leans in a bit, rest his forhead on your so he doesnt give in to looking away from you.

younghoon : you both are gazing into each others eyes, smiling like absolute children. then you have this intense moment where it feels like it is only you two in the room. you see him slowly lean in, your mind preparing you for what is about to happen bfore the dj’s voice is heard throughout the gym, cutting off any moment you two had.

jaehyun : would constantly make jokes just to ease your nerves because he knows how nervous you are. he would point things out that are interesting or that he can make a joke with so you’re mind wouldn’t focus on what was happening.

“look, sunwoo’s shoe lace is untied. bet he’s gonna fall in 3... 2... and,” you gasp, a laugh escaping your throat as you placed one of your hands over your mouth.

“you shouldn’t have jinxed that, it looks like he’s hurt.”

juyeon : he’s really shy that he cant look at you. he would be smiling but his eyes would be on the ceiling. you giggle from the sight and try to make him look back at you, but he doesn’t give in. “juyeon, why won’t you look at me, we’re only slow dancing.”

“no, im shy. my ears will turn red.”

“they already are.” you put both your hands on the sides of his face and force him to look into your eyes. you lean in and quickly place a kiss on his lips. “that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

kevin : the both of you are a giggle mess. not knowing what to say to each other as you enjoy the music and sway to the beat. he places his hand on your cheek, stroking it soothingly as he stares deeply into your eyes. you get embarrassed but lean into his hand, watching as his smile only grows wider. he leans in a places a soft kiss on your forehead.

chanhee : dancing in the moonlight with chanhee? pls it’s so romantic. he’d have you spin and then you’d make him spin but then you both are brought back together laughing. then it gets a bit quiet and all you hear are the crickets, the soft music and the beating of each others hearts. it’s perfect.

changmin : he has his arms wrapped around you, enjoying the moment as you lean against each other. you both are mindlessly dancing to the soft music playing in the background of his apartment, the moment feeling too perfect to be real. you lean back and look at him, grining as you see his dimple appear. you lean in, kissing his dimple and then the other. you look into his eyes, seeing the galaxy in them as you close yours and kiss him on the lips.

haknyeon : both of you are shy babies. just trying to hold eye contact but eventually just lean against one another as you sawy to the music. you take in his scent and smile, feeling him giggle as you ask what is it. “i can feel you smiling against me.”

you pull back and look at him, “do you want me to not smile?” he leans in a quickly kisses your cheek, causing you to grin wider.

“no, keep smiling just like that.”

sunwoo : and yes even if it’s meant to be a slow dance, he makes it very fun and memorable. the two of you would giggle any time he would try to pull a fancy move, but you tickle him to make him focus and be in the moment. so he does and it comes to a slow and sentimental moment where you two are only looking at each other. you look at his lips and lean in a bit, but your fall backwards. he pulled another move, dipping you back as he supported your weight. he leans in, lips barely touching as she smirks, “you have to admit that was cool.” then he kisses you. he lifts you back up, lips still connected before breaking for air.

“it was, but that terrified me.”

eric : he’d be very in the moment. would not be scared to show you how much he loves you. he would whisper sweet words into your ear as you both swayed to the music, the smile never leaving your face. he leans back to look into your eyes before grinning at you. he leans his forehead on yours and quickly steals a kiss from your lips.