#n i also think you would help him loosen up a bit + break out of that stoic nature he has <333

[tetsoorou]

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[pyramid-of-starrs]

Stretch you out

Pairing: Gym Trainer Yeosang x gn!reader

Word count: 1.4K

Warning: Unprotected sex (make sure you are safe besties), vaginal sex, dry humping kinda??, sub reader, kinda pwp

A/N: I honest can just see Yeo being a gym trainer that you tell your friends you wanna fuck tbh lol. It's just something short and fun to give yall!

"C'mon, you can do it, a little more for me."

"Ahh~ please no more Yeo, you're gonna break me." You said between your battered moaning.

"No I'm not, you can handle it." he giggled as he watched you struggle. Two things were going on right now that caused you to struggle at this moment.

Number one, Yeosang, your unforgiving trainer decided to call you out on your excuses today. You always quit the routines he would give you mid-way saying your body felt tight and that you forgot to stretch at home. Him being a sweetheart he didn't want to overwork you and risk you pulling something so he always let you bail out, however today he offered to help stretch you out and wouldn't take no for an answer. You arrived at his gym prepared to be worked out to high hell today, thank god you got private sessions so no one else would be there to watch you suffer. At first, the stretching was pretty standard and not that bad, you actually felt your body loosening up, he then instructed you to lay on your back so he could stretch your legs, thighs, and glutes. Your heart raced a bit thinking about your sexy and buff trainer gripping your legs and ass but you refrained from thinking too much about it to keep a professional vibe. Feeling Yeosang palm your ass like a basketball made you feel hot inside and you couldn't help but let out small "Fuck"s and whimpers as he shifted your legs in various positions

The thought of him flipping you around with ease while he fucked you turned you on so much, maybe too much because you started to feel your pussy tingle as it got wetter the more he touched you. You looked down to see Yeo sweating from moving you around, the sweat made those huge biceps of his glisten and of course, he chose to wear a sleeveless Nike compression shirt today and his broad chest looked huge, you could feel the room spinning but you kept your composure. It was all swell until he gripped both your ankles and folded your legs to your shoulders.

"Ahhh, fuck." your eyes got wide at your sudden outburst.

"Feels good to be getting stretched out like this huh? See what happens when you prep properly!" He said with an eager smile, he was so sweet and oblivious he didn't realize he was just egging on your fantasy of letting your trainer fuck you good into the gym floor mats.

"Y-yeah." you said as your brain got foggy. Yeosang stretched your legs even more, bringing your ankles to your ears as he leaned his body against you.

This is where your second problem came in, while he was pressing his body against you you started to feel something else press against your core. That's when you realized, Yeosang definitely free balls in his gym clothes because his dick was hard as a pipe pressing against your already needy pussy. Seems like someone else is also enjoying this session a bit too much, but you knew Yeosang would never make a move on you, he was too polite, so now you're stuck with his unhelpful banter and hard dick.

"You're doing such a good job, just a little longer Y/N and we'll be done."

You couldn't help the sounds falling from your mouth as he praised you, you couldn't take it anymore, this was the most torturous version of edging you could think of.

"Y-yeo please, please." you said in a hoarse voice, he tried to get closer which only brushed his length more into your walls.

"What was that? I can't hear you, speak up." he said, no fucking way he doesn't know what he's doing.

"Oh my fucking God Yeo please you're going to kill me."

"You can take it, I know you can." he said, oh yeah he knew exactly what he was doing, he just needed you to give him the green light at this point, he just wanted to hear you say you needed him so he could fuck you senseless right then and there. He pushed on your legs even more, his dick sandwiching between your soaking wet walls as it pressed against your needy clit, you yelled out even more moans, you couldn't hold them back anymore.

"Please just fuck me, please, I need it so bad, please oh my god!" You yelled out, you didn't even realize you said that, your mind was only on getting fucked by him and feeling every inch of his dick inside you.

Yeosang giggled teasingly at your request.

"I thought you would never ask." He sat back on his legs as your weak legs stayed in place, Yeo was a nice guy but he was rude as fuck when it came to sex. He gripped your leggings with both hands in the crotch part and ripped it open, exposing your wet sex. He rubbed his fingers over it as he stared at your kitty like it was the most beautiful sight. He placed his two fingers over your throbbing clit and rubbed circle 8's on it, your hips bucked upward because of the sensitivity, more moans and pleads fell from your lips.

"Do you need to be stretched here too gorgeous?" He said looking up at you with the face of an angel but the horniness of a grown man.

"Yes, please! Please put your dick in me." You continued to beg as your hips bucked and moved on their own, he decided to not make you wait anymore, he pulled his shorts down a bit and let out his angry red dick, he reached for his gym bag, and pulled out a condom.

"Please no Yeo, I want to feel you inside me, I'm on birth control."

Luckily one of the things that came with being your trainer was you being very open with him and telling him everything so he knew you recently were tested and could trust you.

"So needy for her trainers dick, how long have you wanted this love?"

He said as he gripped his dick and lined it up with your entrance.

"So long Yeo, so fucking long." You said as more whiny moans came out of you.

He brushed your wet pussy with his dick to cover it with your slick then pushed his hard tip in, he slowly sank his length into you as he held both your ankles in the air, his mouth was a gape while your eyes rolled to the back of your head, already feeling the rush of your orgasm approaching. He finally bottomed out in you, leaned down, pushing your legs back to your ears, and took no time as he started to drill into your leaky cunt. The macaroni noises your needy pussy was making mixed with your desperate moans was like a porno was being made. He was relentless with how his hips moved as he continued to drill into you.

"Your so wet, you like how my dick stretches your little pussy out? It's so tight I'm surprised I can fit in so easily."

His vulgar words only egged your orgasm on even more, your brain was empty, only hearing the slapping noises being made by the raw and unfiltered sex. You were babbling nonsense while he fucked you dumb. Tears started to fall from your eyes.

"Please Yeo I'm going to cum please fuck me more."

He had a cocky grin on his face watching you get fucked into a dumb drooling, crying mess, he thrust his dick hard and deep into you, you could feel him hitting deep inside.

"Your pussy is going to be nice and stretched out when I'm done, you'll only be able to fit my dick inside of it." His endless stamina from working out was showing because his hips never stopped driving into you. You felt your peak as you screamed his name, drool running down the side of your cheeks as your orgasm took over you, your whole body shook from how powerful it was. Yeosang continued to fuck you through your high, when you finished he pulled out and sat on his knees, he pumped himself a few times then hot ropes of cum shot onto your stomach, legs, and butt, getting all over your clothes, remember when I said he was rude as hell? Thank God these were your gym clothes and you changed here.

He looked at his watch as you were stuck there from getting absolutely drilled.

"Looks like our session is up. Can't wait to see you tomorrow." He said with his cute little smile.

[chibi-sedusa]

CHOSO - STEP BRO 18+

content: caring dom!Choso, stepcest, fingering, light orgasm control, oral (f receiving), kissing, spanking

Note: in this story I imagine the reader is home from college for summer break, it’s not explicitly said (except for one mention of being an adult) but both characters are of legal age!

Art by: umbra3terna (ig)

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You breathe a sigh of relief as your parents head out for their weekend getaway. Your step brother, Choso, is sleeping at a friend's house for the weekend. Two whole days, just you… or so you thought. You take a nice long shower and wrap the towel around your body, barely covering your butt, and head to the kitchen.

You grab your phone and order yourself some pizza, and right as you finish ordering, you hear the front door open. It startles you, you have no idea who it could be. Suddenly, you remember you’re only wearing a towel, and you grab a large knife, prepared for the worst.

“The intruder” steps around the corner into the kitchen and you scream, lifting up the knife. He grabs your wrist, laughing.

“Hey, hey, hey- y/n!” The shock dissipates from your body and you sigh, realizing the intruder was none other than your step brother.

“Jesus, Choso, I thought you weren’t gonna be home this weekend?”

He laughs, still holding onto your wrist. He looks down at your cleavage peeking out of your towel that’s ready to fall any minute now.

“Yea, well, my friend's girl wanted to see him so I decided to come home.” His eyes linger on your body for a moment before nervously looking away.

“Ahem… uh.. Nice outfit.” He laughs nervously, releasing your wrist from his grasp.

“Sh-shut up! I didn’t know anyone would be home!” Flustered, you drop the knife, leaving a small cut on your forearm. “Ouch, fuck!”

With a worried look on his face, he grabs your arm and checks how deep the cut is. Upon realizing it’s a small one, his expression becomes a bit more relaxed.

“Klutz.” He teases, leaning his head down while bringing your arm closer to his face. He licks the cut while staring you dead in the eyes, sucking up the bit of blood that escaped your wound.

“Y-you don't have to do that!” Your cheeks turn red and you divert your gaze away from him. He’s always been very caring, this isn't necessarily out of character for him, it’s just that the air around you two right now seems… different.

“What?” He pulls away slightly to talk, before going back to sucking on the cut, “I don’t see the problem. I’ve seen you do this before when you got a papercut. This is no different.”

“Y-yeah but that’s me! It is different.” You protest.

“Well, I’m your brother. This shouldn’t be such a big deal.” He pulls away completely and inspects your arm once more. You can’t help but feel like you’re being teased, which is also pretty in character for him.

“Step brother.” You correct him, getting an annoyed sigh in return.

“Why do you always do that, huh?” He tilts his head, curiously, “It shouldn’t matter, right? Either way… we’re family.”

Your cheeks get hot and you quickly turn around.

I need some water, you think to yourself.

You open the cabinet behind you and reach for your favorite cup at the top, standing on your tip-toes and bending over slightly. You can hear Choso chuckle lightly behind you.

“Let me get that for you, sis” You feel Choso’s large body press up against yours as he reaches for the cup you wanted. He hands it to you, hands on either side of you, leaning against the counter. Your breathing becomes heavy, Choso’s hands trail up both your arms until he reaches your shoulders, gently squeezing them.

“Wowww y/n… you’re pretty tense!” He starts massaging your shoulders, “loosen up a little, hm? It’s just me… Just… two siblings hanging out…”

His touch sends shivers down your spine.

“S-stop calling us… s-siblings.” You stutter.

“Why, hm?” He whispers in your ear, rubbing your shoulders harder, “What’s the matter with me calling you my little sister, huh?”

“Mmm..” You moan as his fingers dig into the knots in your shoulders.

“Could it be… because you think about me in a different way?” He gasps in playful shock, and you can feel his hot breath on your ear, your skin burning at his touch.

You’re speechless, guilt ridden, and so turned on.

“Well, I think about you…” He gently nibbles your ear, his speech becoming more seductive with every word, “all... the... time.”

His hands start to travel downwards, one reaching around, grabbing your breasts over the damp towel and the other lifting the bottom of the towel, exposing your ass.

You gasp, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh… I’m just touching you, silly…” He grabs your butt and squeezes it, “mm… I’m just being a good big brother, taking care of his cute little sister.”

You’ve always wanted this. Countless times, you’ve laid in bed late, touching yourself to the thought of him doing something like this.

“S-stop calling me that…”

“Tell me why, y/n,” He growls, planting kisses on your neck, “tell me why you hate it so much, hm?”

You stay silent, not ready to admit your shameful desires.

“I said,” he talks in a serious tone as he spanks you hard, “Tell me… right now, y/n.”

The sting from his hand slapping your ass makes you yelp and whimper. He spanks you again, even harder.

“Now.”

“Ahh.. I just…” You bite your lip and mumble the next part, “I just… want you to see me… as something else… I don’t want us to be f-family…”

Choso smiles and undoes your towel, you can feel his hard cock through his sweatpants pressed against your lower back. His eyes look you up and down with the hunger of a wolf hunting its prey. He caresses your face and gets closer.

“Aw… that’s so fucking cute, y/n… My cute little step sister…” He chuckles, “is that better?”

He moved his index finger and middle finger over your lips, rubbing the bottom one gently. You open your mouth instinctively and he chuckles, inserting his fingers into your mouth.

“Yea, suck on my fingers, baby… you’ve wanted this for so long, haven't you?” He purrs, pinching your nipple with his other hand and pressing himself into your backside.

“M-mmhmm” You manage to say as you suck and drool on his fingers.

He takes them out of your mouth after a minute and brings his wet fingers down to your clit, just barely touching it.

“You want your big brother to touch you right here, don't you, y/n?” Choso’s whispers burn your ear as he ever so gently rubs your clit, just barely touching it.

You nod your head, anticipating his touch, aching for it.

“Say it. Tell me you want it. Say ‘please, big brother, touch my sweet little pussy.”

Your face turns beet-red and you divert your gaze from his eyes, only for him to grab your jaw and turn you back towards him. He stares at you intimidatingly, waiting for your answer and teasing your clit.

As if the taboo of doing this with your step brother wasn’t bad enough, you are already an adult, so calling him “big brother” is just… embarrassing. You shake your head in protest, and he moves his hand away, giving you a look that says “Your loss.” You whimper and give in reluctantly.

“P-please, big brother…” you struggle to get out the words, but need to feel his touch, “please touch my s-sweet l-little pussy…”

He starts rubbing your clit in little circles, “aww, good girl… Now was that so hard?”

You moan as his fingers start to pick up speed. You feel a knot of pleasure well up inside your stomach, instinctively thrusting your hips into his hand. He grabs your waist with his free hand and kisses your neck, sucking it and sending shivers down your spine.

“W-we shouldn't be d-doing this…” You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“You’re right, we shouldn't…” He agrees, yet continues to kiss your neck and reaches up to finally unravel your towel. His large hands hold the towel up, preventing it from falling, and he speaks in a low voice.

“I’m not going to stop unless you tell me to,” Choso says under heavy breaths, “so, if I’m crossing a line… if you don't want this… tell me now.”

A few seconds go by as you try to fight your desires, but it feels like an eternity.

“I…” You take a deep breath, shaking against his body, “I do want thi-”

He drops your towel before you’re able to finish your sentence, and turns you towards him, kissing you deeply. He grabs your thighs and lifts you onto the counter, wedging himself between your legs. You can tell he’s wanted this for a long time too. You wrap your arms around him as he holds you close, deepening the kiss.

Choso starts kissing down your neck to your chest, and slowly pulls you to the edge of the counter. You lean your head back as his kisses trail down your stomach. He spreads your legs as wide as they can go and gently kisses your clit, rubbing it in circles with his index finger. He looks up at you longingly. His usually stoic expression turned to that of a puppy dog begging for a treat.

“Can I?” He lightly kisses your clit as he waits for permission to feast on your cunt, “Please?”

“Y-yes…” You reply, aching for his touch.

His tongue swirls around your clit as he teases your hole with his fingers, just grazing them along your entrance.

“Mmmh… you're so wet for me, y/n.” He growls, lapping up your wetness and slowly inserting his index finger.

Your legs are shaking and your breathing is quick and heavy, almost animalistic. Your step brother eats your pussy like a man starved, fingering your tight hole as you moan louder and louder. Your toes curl and you tug on his ponytails, thrusting your hips into his face.

“G-god, Choso!” You feel yourself getting close to the edge when he suddenly pulls away, his tongue just barely stroking your folds. He still pumps his fingers into you, but agonizingly slowly.

“Call me big bro, y/n.” He demands as he kisses your clit, “call me big bro while I make you cum on my face.”

“Choso, please…” You whine, feeling your lower abdomen tighten with each thrust of his fingers, and throw your head back as he torments and teases you.

“Oh?” He smirks at you, and starts to slowly slip his fingers out when you stop him by grabbing his hand.

“Okay, okay… b-big bro…” You look at him with desperation, tugging on his hand.

Choso smiles widely at you and kisses your clit once again before completely devouring you. His thick fingers wiggle deep inside of you, hooking into your sweet spot as he sucks on your clit, moaning into your folds. The pleasure you feel from your step brother's touch is alarming, you never knew it would be this good.

“Ah- fuck-” You moan out as you feel yourself reaching your climax, “Fuck! Haah-”

“That's right, y/n,” Choso feels your walls tighten around his fingers and your juices flow into his mouth, “who’s making you cum right now, y/n? Hmm?”

“M-my big brother!” You cry out in ecstasy, “Haah- my big brother is- mmmmh- making me cum!”

He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you until your entire body twitches from the sensitivity, and slowly pulls them out before licking them clean. You feel your cheeks flush as he smiles at you, standing up to meet you face to face. He kisses your forehead and cups your face in his hands, still grinning from ear to ear.

Before you’re able to continue, the doorbell rings.

“Fuck, thats the pizza.” You say, disappointed.

Choso sighs and hangs his head for a second before looking back up at you. His eyes linger on you as he walks around the corner to answer the door, and before he disappears from your sight, he says three words:

“Don’t go anywhere.”

[smashtbh]

okay so i have such a bad thing for dickheads / making dickheads break so can you do jason x dom top reader smut. plot doesn't really matter but if you could add a mirror and degradation to the smut part that would be preferred 💀😍

p.s i liked basically all your fics before i realized they were all the same person-

Shut Him Up

Jason Carver x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my photos!

CW: swearing, jealous jason, jason being a dickhead, smut, reader has a dick, degradation, bathroom sex.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: call him a lazy boy the way he recline on this dick also i havent proof read this so lmk if there are mistakes lolol

tbh i didnt know where to go w this so this might be booty

“Jason, baby,” Y/N tries to reason, but Jason cuts him off.

“Admit it, you were looking them up and down.”

Y/N face palms, keeping one of his hands on the steering wheel. “I was looking at their shoes.” He says anyway, “Then I looked back up to tell them that I thought they were nice.”

Jason lets out a dramatic sigh. “Thank you for reminding me!” He heaves a dry laugh, “You had the audacity to compliment their shoes.”

“Why would I look at anyone else when I have you, Jason?”

Jason crosses his arms. “You tell me.”

Y/N wants to steer the car off the road and down a cliff. Instead, he calmly turns into a gas station parking lot. “Do you want anything?”

“I want you to admit that you were checking them out.”

“Why would I admit to something I didn’t do?” Y/N asks, opening his door and grabbing the keys. He closes the door and doesn’t look back.

He takes a couple steps before he hears the passenger door open and close.

When Y/N walks into the gas station, he makes a beeline to the drinks. He grabs a twelve pack and a big bottle of water. He’s turning to the snack section when Jason blocks him.

“Baby,”

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, L/N.”

Y/N scoffs. “Oh, so we’re using last names now?”

“Whatever.”

There’s a sigh coming from Y/N. He moves around Jason and goes to the chips. Browsing through them, he sees Jason following beside him in his peripheral vision.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just admit it.” Jason mutters and Y/N grips the items in his hand tighter.

“I thought you dropped this already.”

“Just fucking admit that you check out other people, my god.” Jason throws the bag of chips that he was looking at in the shelf, “Not that fucking hard.”

Y/N grabs Jason’s arm. “You are acting like a fucking child.”

Jason tries to pry himself out of Y/N’s hold, “Yeah, okay.” He raises his voice, “Because I’m a little fuckin’ baby that can’t help himself — “

Y/N slaps his hand over Jason’s mouth. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Make me.” Is the mumble that Jason lets out.

Y/N pauses for a bit. He sets down the things he was holding carefully on the shelf as he loosens his grip on Jason. “Yeah?”

Jason doesn’t get to say anything because Y/N is dragging him out of the gas station by his collar.

“What — where are we — “ He thinks they’re going back to the car, but Y/N takes a turn towards the gas station’s bathroom.

Y/N pulls the door open, shoving Jason inside. He slams the door behind them. “You want me to make you shut up?”

“Who the fuck do you think — “

“Jason,” Y/N cages him against the sink, resting his hands on either side of it, “if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to make you.”

Jason doesn’t falter as he leans against the sink. “I dare you.”

Y/N’s last bit of patience was stripped away at that moment. And so was his belt. “Pull your pants down.”

There’s a clink and Jason’s bare ass in within reach. “What makes you think this is going to shut me up — “

Y/N covers his mouth with his hand and slips two fingers onto his tongue, “Open up.”

Jason’s mouth pries wider, his saliva coating Y/N’s fingers. He pushes Jason against the sink, watching him in the mirror above it.

There’s a gargling noise and an occasional gag while he shoves his fingers in and out of Jason’s mouth. Once he’s decided there’s enough spit coating his hand, he brings it down and uses his other hand to palm at Jason’s ass.

“You’re just fuckin’ begging for it, aren’t you?” Y/N whispers in his ear, “You needed this so bad that you made a scene.”

“N-No.” Is the response he gets. “I don’t need you.”

Y/N laughs at that. “Oh really?” He thrusts his fingers to the knuckle, “You don’t need this?”

Jason moans, holding himself up on the stink. He’s twitching at the burn as Y/N pumps his fingers in and out. “Mmm — shit.”

“Tell me, baby.” Y/N licks the side of Jason’s neck, “Tell me how good it feels.”

They’re both breathing heavily, but Jason is heaving in air. He lifts his head up in hopes to get better oxygen flow and he meets his reflection in the mirror.

He doesn’t recognize who he’s looking at.

His hair is a mess, there’s a trail of spit spilling from his mouth, and his clothes are rumpled — sporting a bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh fuck..” Jason mumbles. He’s done for.

Y/N breathes down his neck, “Aw, baby.” He holds his dick, coating it with the spit that was still on his hand. He slaps Jason’s ass with the tip. “You want this?”

Jason shakes his head and grips the sink. “I — “

Y/N grabs his chin and whispers in his ear. “Beg.”

There’s silence, only the sounds from outside are heard. So Y/N unzips the front of Jason’s pants, pulling his dick out.

“Please..”

Y/N grabs a handful of Jason’s ass, before ripping his hand back and slapping down. “What was that?”

“Mphh — please. Pleasepleaseplease..”

“That wasn’t so hard,” Y/N says rather calmly as he slowly pushes in. “Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t be so — ah, difficult.”

Jason whines. “I’m — ‘m not difficult.”

Y/N laughs, pushing in more as he leans down to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Oh, but you are.” He licks the shell of his ear, “My little slut.”

Jason clenches around him and Y/N thrusts into him, making Jason yell. “Ahh.. fuckfuck — “

Y/N continues to pound into him, the sink rattling with his efforts. Jason lets out little yelps whenever Y/N hits the spot in him that’s just right — but he doesn’t realize just how loud he’s being until there’s a bang on the door.

“Are you shitting in there?” The stranger on the other side calls out.

Y/N thrusts one more time causing Jason to moan — but he covers his mouth, muffling it. “Shhh..” He says to Jason’s reflection in the mirror.

The door knob begins to rattle and the voice starts to speak again, “Helloooo? Earth to bathroom hogger!”

Y/N reacts quickly, “Can a guy get some privacy around here?”

“L/N? Is that you?” Y/N realizes that it’s Dustin at the door.

Of all the goddamn people.

“Uh — yeah..” Y/N turns back to Jason, who’s mouth is open is disbelief.

“Open the fucking door, I gotta pee.” Dustin says as he begins to bang on the door again.

Y/N makes sure the door is locked before yelling out, “I’m shitting, Henderson. Find some other bathroom.”

Dustin groans, “I’m on a road trip with the guys, this is our only bathroom stop!”

“I don’t care.” Y/N yells back, turning his full attention back to Jason.

He waits a bit, hearing Dustin walk away, before surprising Jason with a hard thrust. “Oohh my god.”

“Hope you weren’t too bored.” Y/N laughs, combing a hand through Jason’s hair.

“Doing j-just fine.”

“If you can still talk I’m not doing this right.” Y/N says before using his hand in Jason’s hair to yank him up.

“Watch yourself, sweetie.” He mutters as he fucks into Jason. “Look at what a slut you are.”

Jason whimpers and tries to hold himself up with the sink, but soon he’s pulled back and his only support is Y/N as he watches himself get plowed in the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Y/N grunts. “Fuck, you take it so well.”

He only gets a whine in response. He uses his hand to carefully choke Jason, not applying too much pressure. “Good?”

There’s a choked sound, but when he looks in the mirror and watches Jason’s reflection, he gets the answer he needed.

Jason’s eyes are rolled back, his mouth hanging open with soft moans trickling out of it, and he’s crying as he blinks rapidly.

“I’m — coming..”

“So soon?” Y/N smacks Jason’s ass, “Is it because someone almost walked in on us?” He grips Jason’s throat tighter. “You like that, don’t you?”

With that, Jason comes. Hard.

He ends up coming all over the mirror. Y/N doesn’t have time to react when Jason clenches down around him and he follows suit.

“Holy shit.” Y/N pants, moving to grab a tissue to wipe his face. He grabs another and hands it to Jason.

They’re just breathing, Jason twitching occasionally at Y/N still being inside him.

“We should do this more often.” Jason mumbles.

Y/N grimaces at the mirror. “Hell no, this is gross.” He looks around them, “Did I really just fuck the shit outta you in the damn gas station bathroom?”

“Definitely.”

Y/N reaches his arms around Jason and starts to wash his hands. Jason’s hands soon join him.

They wash each other’s palms in calm silence, Jason leaning back into Y/N and cuddling his face into his neck.

It’s peaceful until gravely footsteps and another knock throws them off. “Y/N I swear to god I’m gonna piss myself out here!”

“Dustin, you have a penis, piss in a fuckin’ bush.”

“Damn right, Henderson — “ Y/N slams his hand over Jason’s mouth.

“Is someone else in there with you?!” Dustin screams, the banging at the door becoming louder.

“Jason, no.”

“Jason, yes.”

“JASON’S IN THERE?!”

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[doodle-pops]

Dating Ecthelion Would Include...

A/N: You wouldn’t believe how long I had this waiting to be posted along with the other Lords.

➳❥ He is someone who follows the rules of the city and society and cares about how society views him, so he hates the idea of taking risks in public. With that being said when it comes to you, he’ll make the exception and break a few rules here and there and if anyone has anything to say they’d have cold-looking Ecthelion staring at them.

➳❥ He adores giving you gifts whenever the occasion calls for it or even if it doesn’t. It’s the way your eyes light up when he sees that you love your gift and how you don’t hesitate to throw yourself into his arms to thank him.

➳❥ You have the luxuries of experiencing a free performance as well as his latest pieces he composes as the ‘flute master’. You have the tendency to call him a charmer anytime he plays his flute since you are…charmed.

➳❥ He enjoys going for walks with you around the city, mostly in the evening when fewer people are walking about and to mostly avoid a certain golden hair oaf that loves to trail behind you two claiming that he feels left out.

➳❥ Dating Ecthelion means being around Glorfindel, Galdor, Egalmoth and Rog quite often and they are always quick to share info about the stoic lord with you. They’d share all the embarrassing things he’s done from small come all the way up till yesterday.

➳❥ You two are frequently invited to dinners and lunch dates by the other Lords since when you’re around he suddenly becomes chattier and more whipped, and they love to tease him about this. You’re going to find lots of invitations arriving at your doorstep.

➳❥ The two of you enjoy slow dancing on evenings in the confinements of his quarters, knowing that no one in their right mind would barge in and interrupt. It’s one of his most favoured peaceful moments with you.

➳❥ The first time you asked him to train you, you and everyone else that was around saw his hair turned grey at the thought of you fighting. He doesn’t like the idea and thinks of you fighting because why would you when Gondolin was safe?

➳❥ You may or may not turn to Glorfindel to ask for help which just makes Ecthelion combust and jealous and threatens Glorfindel to bury him if you return home bruised. He spends the entire time eyeing him like a hawk ensuring that he does slip up, when he could have been training you instead.

➳❥ After your first three training sessions with Lord Glorfindel, and praising how wonderful of a warrior he was, Ecthelion blew a fuse and changed his mind. From the next day, he began training you in the basics and helped you to work your way up in strength and skills.

➳❥ At least with him as your beloved, you get the opportunity of a lifetime to have unlimited access to his fountains as your swimming pools. If he doesn't join you, drag him in by pretending to drown and watch as he becomes the epitome of a wet cat.

➳❥ He’s someone who didn’t realise that he would enjoy cuddling so much after hearing the activity being something popular couples perform. The first time you two cuddled, he literally melted into your embrace like a puddle and refused to depart from your arms.

➳❥ Hates to admit that he turns into a baby during cuddling and would launch into battle mode if anyone interrupted his pampering moment.

➳❥ All his kisses are done in private, and you can’t fight him to change his mind. Man is just stubborn. That’s something you’d have to learn how to deal with when dealing with him as well as his propriety-like behaviour. He won’t hesitate to give you a little scolding here and there. You’d probably have to tell him to loosen up a bit (A lot).

➳❥ You also get the opportunity to witness his drinking abilities with the other Lords. It’s the one time when he was unrestrained and would perform non-Ecthelion acts. Cue him and the other Lords skinny-dipping in his fountain while you look on ready to blackmail him with the info in the future.

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[faebaex]

author note: woohoo assignments are finished so i can write again! also my first Riddle fic! i found his character quite endearing recently, i don't know why. i wanted to pair him with a more carefree, chaotic reader who'll help loosen him up since his overblot. so have some Riddle who still takes himself a little too seriously, who also doesn't understand his feelings (*≧ω≦*) i think its cute!

characters: Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

"Off with your head!!"

The familiar sound of clanging metal resounded through the air before you felt a heavy weight settle around your neck. You ran a finger along the cool metal lock as your Housewarden glared at you, cheeks red with anger.

A small laugh bubbled from your chest before you gave Riddle a huge, glee filled grin. "Thanks, Housewarden! I've always liked how the collar goes with my uniform!" With that, you spun on your heel and walked off with a skip in your step, leaving Riddle sputtering behind you.

"Y-y/n get back here! I expect a 3000 word apology essay and--"

Your good natured laugh was the only response he received, sending his face redder and redder.

Ever since his overblot incident, Riddle had been trying his best to change his ways. He tried his best to not react so violently when rules were broken, to keep cool headed when things sprung out from his control. To his credit, he had been doing quite well. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but he was able to overlook small rule breaks, and was getting better at approaching slightly more serious rule breaking offences with more composure. But there was one exception.

You.

Riddle believed you had some uncanny ability to get under his skin. At one point he even theorised that it was your unique magic. All Riddle knew was that every time he saw your carefree smile, his cheeks would flush and his stomach would twist and turn into knots.

He chalked it up to anxiety you caused him with your antics. Yes, that must be it. That was the reason that his palms would sweat every time you approached him, why his throat would tighten every time you gave him an excuse for your behaviour, why his cheeks would suddenly heat up every time he saw your cute, little smile--

Riddle startled as that rogue thought popped in his head, feeling blood rush to his cheeks at the subconscious omission. He shook his head fiercely, as if that would chase away his illicit thought. Where did that come from? Whatever, it mattered not. He was your Housewarden, and as a student of his dorm he would bring you into order.

It had been a week since he had collared you and tasked you with an apology essay, yet he had not received it. Clearly you intended to continue your unruly behaviour, and he would nip this in the bud before your actions encouraged your impressionable freshmen friends.

It did not take Riddle long to track you down. He found you in the Heartslabyul lounge, sitting on the floor with papers fanned out around you. Riddle cringed at the sight, even if you weren't breaking one of the Queen of Hearts' rules, you were certainly breaking basic dorm rules of keeping areas clean and tidy.

"Y/N."

You looked over your shoulder, a smile blooming across your face at the sight of your Housewarden standing over you. You dropped the papers in your hand, swiveling on the tile so your back was no longer to him. "Hello Housewarden! How are you today?"

"Ahem. You owe me an apology essay, Y/N. Why haven't I received it yet? May I also remind you that such mess is not permitted in the lounge area." Despite his cold response, your smile didn't shift and you reached behind you blindly, grabbing hold of the papers you were previously holding.

"Oh! I was just sorting all of my homework into order by deadline. Because I haven't been able to use magic in class, I've been assigned extra homework so I don't fall behind..." you explained, having the decency to look a bit sheepish before your smile suddenly turned a tad cheeky, "since you didn't give me an official deadline, it hasn't been a priority. Sorry!"

Riddle's previous severe expression morphed into shock. You had actually attended classes, even with the handicap of the collar? He had half assumed you'd follow Ace's lead and skip your classes in hopes of getting your collar off quicker some other way.

"See, I didn't forget!" Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you waved a piece of A4 paper, which indeed was titled "apology essay to Riddle". Riddle's eyes slid past your face to the papers in your hands, and the further papers scattered around you.

"... I'm impressed you still endeavored to attend classes," You beamed a smile at him and his cheeks flushed, "h-however, I am not willing to wait much longer for you essay. In consideration of your circumstances..." Riddle paused, his traitorous cheeks flushing further as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "I-i will give you one more week. By the end of that weekend, I expect your essay in my hands."

If your smile was bright before, it was absolutely dazzling now. Riddle cleared his throat and started to step backwards, planning his retreat before his thoughts betrayed him again and he risked embarrassing himself. "Of course, I trust you will manage your time effectively to ensure all homework is completed on time."

"Thank you, Housewarden! And don't worry, that's what caffeine is for!"

Riddle's step faltered and he felt affronted, quickly whipping his head around to scold you, "Do not forget that rule 153 states that only herbal tea may be drank in the evenings!" Your carefree giggle floated through the air and you sent a wink his way, and Riddle felt his ears burn. How did you manage to make him feel this way with such simple gestures? It was maddening. He quickly stormed out of the lounge before he embarrassed himself any further.

You had been working through most of the nights since your conversation with Riddle in the lounge, trying to get through your mounds of homework. Ace mocked you and Deuce sympathised, but you didn't mind so much. Sure, you didn't have any free time and you were barely getting any sleep, but you'd rather not deal with a detention from Trein, or worse - Crewel.

You had decided to set your workspace up in the library today, knowing you'd be able to get through a fair bit of your work as Ace wouldn't follow you in here, and Deuce had club activities. But there was one thing you didn't expect...

With the library being so warm, and so quiet, you weren't expecting to get so comfortable. You were fighting against your drooping eyes, constantly having to restart the line you were reading when you realised you hadn't been paying attention at all.

... Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if you took a nap. Just a little nap. Like, five minutes... Before you had even finished fully convincing yourself, you had already pushed your book back and rested your head on your arm. Yeah... You'll just rest your eyes for five minutes...

As you slept peacefully, way over the five minutes you had allotted yourself, you were completely oblivious to the person who stopped beside you and the sigh that fell from their lips. Your exhaustion played its part, as you didn't wake at the soft sound of shuffling, and didn't even twitch as a school blazer was gently laid over your sleeping form, simply cuddling into its warmth, much to the fluster of the one who laid it upon you...

[anyasathenaeum]

congratulations on 100!!!! fr ur event- prompt 6 from the angst list, w/ character a as reader and character b as vash?

the man deffo feels like everyone he loves dies simply for the crime of knowing him, and a situation where reader is gravely injured/close to death for his sake? (wistful sigh) here at the angst mines we get paid in cold hard whump with a side o’ hurt/comfort !!

A/N: ANON, YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE - Angst is my favourite genre to write mwahahahahaha! I'm sorry Vash my love but here's some more trauma

"No! No, no, no! (Y/N), stay with me! Please, please, stay with me! Don't you leave, too! Don't you leave!"

The familiar, heartbroken voice you heard calling your name, begging and pleading with you to stay, felt so far away from you. The warmth of the person's arms, wrapped tightly around you as they clutched onto you for dear life, also felt so far away from you.

'What happened to me?' Was all you could think to yourself as you struggled to recollect the moments leading up to the present.

You vaguely remembered seeing one of the military police pointing their gun at Vash, and next thing you knew, you were on the ground, the world feeling muted and far away, your body feeling weirdly cold and numb as Vash screamed for you and held you in his arms.

"V-Vash..."

You managed to wheeze out his name, and Vash all but felt his heart breaking in his chest as he tugged you a bit closer to him, holding you in his lap.

With one arm around you and the other cupping the back of your head, Vash clutched onto you with desperation and fear, as if your life would slip away from him the moment he loosened his grip on you.

"(Y/N)! Oh, (Y/N), why did you do that?!" Vash cried, his hand coming up you cup your cheek in his palm, his watery eyes scanning your face as if anticipating some horrible sign of your death to appear there.

Instead, all Vash saw was your smile.

"I did it because you didn't deserve to be hurt again," You whispered out softly, looking up at Vash with all the fondness you could muster, your smile weak but unquestionably genuine.

"No!" Vash shook his head, refusing to hear of it as tears slipped down his face, "I'd rather have taken the bullet than watch you die to spare me, (Y/N)! You can't- you can't leave! Don't leave, (Y/N), please! God, this is all my fault!"

Vash's cries and sobs shook you as he held you close, his tears staining your skin as he buried his face into your neck. You just shushed him gently, reaching up slowly to run your fingers gently through Vash's blonde locks.

"Shhh, Vash, please... don't cry. It's not your fault. I did it to protect you," You comforted him softly, "I-I'll be okay."

You had no way to know if that last part was true, and you knew that Vash knew it too, but what you did know was that you would fight your hardest to stay by Vash's side, regardless of the pain you had to go through to achieve that.

"I-I need to get you some help," Vash sobbed softly, picking you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, "P-Please... don't go, (Y/N). Don't you go quietly. You fight, and you stay with me, okay? Please, (Y/N), please..."

As Vash ran with you in his arms, with your life ticking away slowly and his heart breaking into a thousand pieces, all he could do was pray as he ran to find help.

'Save them. God, please, save (Y/N). Don't let me lose them, too. I love them. Please. Save them.'

[inuiiwonderland]

I heard you wanted to write some angst so I got some for you.

Imagine the TWST boys bullied reader which causes it to breaks readers trust all together and is no longer on good terms with them. It's all around thick tension when they are all alone together in a room, so they try to gain readers trust back again and reader wants absolutely nothing to do with them, and whatever they give to reader reader breaks/destroys it in their face. They keep trying, but are greeted with harsh words, or just in general silence. So during this let's imagine she was dating one of the boys during this preferably Trey. So it ends with them confronting her and reader calling them out on their bullshit and most importantly Trey. So reader ends up yelling at them like this so after that they stop trying and reader gets into more fights because Cater and Rook spread false rumors about reader, and you can decide what everyone else did to reader so Reader leaves slamming the door. Reader only let's Ortho be around her which he ends up doing after reader loosens up around him. So reader and Ortho are best friends and everyone tries to get info out of him about reader but Ortho doesn't allow it bc reader told him not to so he shuts them all down.

Gender neutral reader pls? Sorry if it's long too I just rlly like angst 😋

Twst characters x gn! Reader

A/n: omg I am so sorry for this being late😓 I hope you still enjoy tho dear anon:) sorry that it's a bit short and also no worries! Your not being annoying!

Tw: bullying, mentions of mental health(?) Mentions of online harassment and I think that it!

--

You sigh as you once again hear another knock coming from downstairs. You couldn't believe that these idiots are still bothering you even after everything they have done to you.

"They won't stop will they?" Grim asks while you just stare at the ceiling.

"No"

Soon another knock was heard again followed by the two voices you wish not to hear.

"Y/n! Please open the door" 

"Can we please talk?" You scoff at their audacity for disturbing you and grims peace. You got up from your bed and opened the window to see them standing outside your door.

"Fucking leave me alone!" You yelled out which grabbed the attention of both ace and deuce.

"Wait-"

Before any of them could finish talking you slam your window shut. You let out a frustrated sigh and clenched your fists.

"The audacity of those two!" You say as you feel tears slide down your cheeks. 

You couldn't believe that they still have the guts to talk to you after what they put you through. Not just them but also everyone. They all bullied the hell out of you to the point that your mental health wasn't good.

They made you feel worthless and a burden to the point that you begged Crowley to hurry up with the process of taking you back home. You couldn't do it anymore. The bullying, insults, and the borderline harassment you received by some of vil and cater followers.

You couldn't take it anymore. Not wanting to talk or see them you kept yourself isolated as possible in ramshackles. Only leaving when it is time for class etc. The only good part about this whole situation was that you had grim by your side. He was there when you would cry after the insults they will throw at you. And not only that, but you had the octotrio plus ortho by your side including malleus, lilia, silver and sebek. 

Without them you're sure you would have gone completely insane by the others bullying. Azul, floyd and jade help you in secret. Pretending that they didn't like you in front of the others but in close doors they would comfort you and try to help you.

But soon, you weren't safe in the comfort of your own dorm when some of them would come by and throw eggs, tomatoes and other things by your door. You felt absolutely useless knowing that this torture won't stop. It became even worse when you later started hearing rumors being spread about you. To the point that other students would ignore you or walk up to you to ask if the rumors were true.

You felt like shit. You didn't know what to do. All you wanted in those moments was comfort. Someone to come whisk you away and tell you that everything will be okay. 

You ignored all of them. Their venomous words and just them in general. Later on you just didn't react to what they had to say. You didn't scream, cry, or plead for them to shut up. 

Nothing

And that is when some of them realize what they had done. Everytime you were in a room with them, they could sense the thick tension in that room. You would just blankly stare ahead with your fists clenched tightly against your side. 

They didn't like this at all. And because of this, they would come up to you and ask to talk but you would just walk past them. Some would try to give you gifs as an apology but you would just stare deep into their eyes and rip or break it infront of their face. 

When some of them would come crying begging you to forgive them but you would just scoff before saying harsh words to them that will cause them to stay there in shock. 

Why would you waste your time if all they did was talk shit about you and treat you like shit. 

Which later leads to trey confronting you alongside riddle, cater and the adeuce duo. 

"Y/n we seriously need to talk"

You just stare at your soon to be ex lover as he starts explaining that your behavior is wrong and childish. And that was when you snapped.

"Childish? Childish?! Oh please trey. My behavior is anything but fucking childish!"

"You guys did this to me! You guys fucking did this to me!!" 

"I had to suffer with you and everyone bullshit! You all caused me nothing but pain and suffering!"

"Y/n-"

"Shut it ace!" He quickly shut up and just watched as you started trembling from anger.

"You are all fucking dead to me"

"You don't mean that" you look at trey and just laugh.

"I do, I fucking mean every fucking word. You are all dead to me and I don't want to talk or see any of you guys again"

"Wait please-"

"And were over trey" 

And you stormed out of heartsalbyul dorm.

You cut off all of them. By changing your number so they won't spam call you during the night and demanding Crowley to not let any of them step even a damn foot near ramshackles.

You also made Crowley change your class schedule so you won't have to see any of them in class. Only having classes with the ones who were there for you during those hard times. And for lunch, you were allowed to eat at the monstro lounge with no chances of bumping into them during lunch time.

Of course, because of this some of them were desperate to talk to you. Seeing that ortho was always by your side, idia would beg his little brother to give him information about how you were doing. Which ortho would just sadly look at him and shake his head as a no to giving his brother any information.

And idia isn't the only one. The others would desperately come to him for any info about you but he would just shut them down and walk away.

They all did everything they could to make it up to you. But you didn't accept any of their apologies or useless gifts. Your friends made sure to not let any of them be near you or even in your eyes of sight. Even if it means that ortho had to shoo his brother away from being near you.

In the end, you didn't forgive any of them and continued to get help from your friends to forget all those horrible memories.

[norieoncrack]

𝙎𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚

(N): a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved then lost; “the love that remains.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff (I think)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Silver (vanrouge)

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Oneshot.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: They/them

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s you and I, keeping our story under the wraps

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None.

What else were you gonna say about your life? That you wish it didn’t have to be like this or that you’re bored out of your mind? You liar~ Nothing was boring with him around, wasn’t it?

Your prince, Silver was everything you wanted in a lover and more, opposite to most of the student at NRC he was a pure gentleman to you and a sweet lover even with his strange sleeping schedule. Despite being in a secret relationship, having it well kept between you and him only, you both can’t help but make a few people stare at you with the look of ‘something feels weird’

Maybe we should go back to the start of how you both came to be? It’s not a long story when you think about it, in fact he was the one who approached you, just after Leona’s overblot.

“Silver, thank you for helping us, Prefect…?” Silver hair and aurora eyes, he was breathing taking for a first meeting.

“(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n). Glad to be of service to you and Diasomnia.” You quickly brushed it off though, back then you still hadn’t entirely gotten over the overblot situation and was still so scared.

“…Are you okay?” If he hadn’t asked that would he have made an impact on you? Would you still have remembered those lilac eyes? Maybe you would, but you also wouldn’t.

“Ah I’m good! Thank you for worrying.” You had no choice but to keep to yourself, a world you’re unfamiliar with, did Silver saw his younger self in you?

It was a strange meeting maybe but, just with those little words you kept hearing over and over again, your heart began to loosen up a bit. After that meeting, you both coincidentally kept meeting each other, what was it they often say?

Once was chance, you never thought you’d see him again after the spell drive tournament, neither did he, in all honesty you had already kind of liked him like how friends would.

“Oh it’s you prefect, what brings you to the library?” You happen to visit the library to review for the mid-terms, looks like you happen to meet him again.

“Mid-terms, I just needed something on the ‘New age of Lacuna’” since being a first year focused more on information and writing you had no choice but to read references for history class.

“I have it, you wanna read it together?” What’s the worse that could happen between sharing and reading a book? The spark to your relationship of course.

Twice is a coincidence, your relationship started to bloom as you both kept in touch for school problems, you began to talk to him more about your problems with unable to handle most of the work handed, he talked to you about his sleeping problems.

“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” Poker face from start to end, every time you saw him you wonder what he would like liked if he started smiling.

“Haha I’m kind of just buying essentials but nice to see you to, Silver.” Sam came back and handed you a bag filled with hygiene things as well as a separate box for Tuna cans.

“You need help?” Despite protesting, Silver still carried the heavy box of tuna cans for you, at this point you were already somewhere on the verge of falling in love.

“ You really don’t have to help me.” All you had as an answer was his hunm in agreement.

“So? I wanted to help you.” Honestly it’s a miracle you haven’t started staring at him up and down, or maybe you did? Either way you were sure your heart was beating of your rib cage when you saw those lovely eyes.

Thrice was fate, the third time you met and afterwards all you could began to think was about him. You did consider the chances of being in a relationship with him, you really did but you were just so afraid of breaking your heart for so many reasons that you started distancing yourself from him.

“Prefect, what are you hiding here for?” That afternoon you were so overwhelmed you couldn’t even attend class, you just had to make a deal with Azul and was facing a huge chance of losing the Ramshackle dorm.

“…” you didn’t know what to do other than stare at the ground, as you sat on the grassy field all alone with your thoughts.

“I happened to hear about your situation… if you want you could stay with me.” His words surprised you, however it wasn’t the fact that you could have the potential of losing your dorm that made you so tired, it was the planning on breaking in a museum.

“I- really thank you, but I’m fine, I don’t want to bother you.” He looked bothered by your words, was it something you said?

“Idiot, you can’t keep going on like this, you’ll burn yourself out.” With that said though you thought he’d go away, but it surprisingly he stayed there, he stayed there for you.

Let’s just say after your fourth meeting, you and him just closer and closer than before, how were you so lucky as to meet him?

More and on about your relationship, you both felt like there was no reason to announce it and just left it just as it is, however when you both eventually started dating there was a big talk about how you both were gonna meet each other with your schedules being a bit different and busy.

In the end, you both just decided to go on dates at night, most of them were picnic dates, some times a walk in the woods, there were also study dates. Although his strange sleeping habit of falling asleep in the middle of nowhere gave you a heart attack, you found it quite cute, you avoided walks after his last falling asleep in the woods.

It would have been fun if you could have continued keeping your relationship just low-key, but it didn’t stay as a secret for long. Just somewhere around winter break, your lover wanted to bring you home with him however you couldn’t agree.

“Are you sure, darling? It’s rough staying at the school in breaks, I’m not forcing you but are you sure?” You felt his hands in your hair, untangling the knots and giving you a gentle head massage.

“Yes, I’m sure, I’ll be fine sweetie. Don’t worry too much about me.” You wished moments like these would last forever, they can last right?

“If you ever change your mind just give me a call alright?” You really wanted to go with him, but the crow really just had to make you babysit the school while he was away.

“Am I interrupting something?” Out of the dark and dimness of the lounge where you laid on your lover’s chest, Grim stood at the door annoyed and probably hungry.

That night you had to try and bribe grim from saying anything about your relationship, why you did that? You had no idea but just felt like it. Silver on the other hand didn’t really mind if news about your relationship got out, but since it looked like you didn’t enjoy it he just let you do as you pleased.

“Is there a reason why we should keep our relationship a secret?” Scribbling away you don’t seem to hear much of what he was saying, maybe it was something about his side of work?

“Not really, I’m not sure why… I’ve rarely been in a relationship before so I guess I was just worried?” When you managed to make out what he was saying you kind of just answered what you thought of first, should have payed attention to what he said.

“So you don’t mind if we made it public?”

“Well.. no, I really don’t mind”

“Hm”

Maybe if you were more conscious and thought careful about why he asked that, then maybe you could hold have been more mentally prepared. Because that was how you got into your current situation.

On the day of him going back home, you were also invited by some of your friends as well, mainly Deuce and Ace and just like with Silver you declined them, saying goodbye to your friends was like parents seeing their children off on a trip, ‘thank god they’re gone’.

“(Y/n), mind if I talked to you for a second?” He tapped on your shoulder, Ace and Deuce didn’t really noticed and just thought Silver needed something from you.

“Yeah su-“ All he needed from you was a goodbye kiss, and one that you didn’t even had the chance to react or explain to them, they all just stared at you as if you grew multiple heads.

What you technically didn’t expect was him giving you pda in public, that was one way of telling the world you both were dating but can’t he tell you beforehand? Now you’re as red as a tomato.

“SILVER, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE BENEVOLENT THORN WITCH WAS THAT?!” Sebek gently asked in a not so gentle way, you just hid your face in Silver’s chest out of malfunctioning.

“A goodbye kiss, have Lilia and Malleus arrived?” He still hugged you, warm hands around your waist, you would have hit him but you loved him too much to do so.

You felt stares that seemed to burn into your skull, Ace and Deuce really wanted answers to what they just witnessed, they felt betrayed, how dare you keep your love life away from them?

“(Y/n)…”

“I can explain, hear me out.”

Despite saying that they still bombarded you with more questions you didn’t know how to answer, your lover just chuckled and had a rare smile on his face, oh no, you think you just fell harder in love with him.

“I’ll see you after break, remember, call me if you need anything” leaving you he began to walk away, perhaps you were feeling bold and didn’t notice Lilia right away.

“Hold on now, here’s one more goodbye kiss from me” kissing his cheek you chuckled as his face grew a bit red as well.

“You didn’t tell me you had a lover Silver, you wound this old bat” a smirk from Lilia, a grumble of embarrassment from your lover, he was definitely gonna get teased by Lilia later.

Thanks for reading! Please like and reblog it would help me out so much, thank you!

[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 9 — MARKING

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, breeding, marking, cunnilingus, mentions of nicknames and heeseung, office au.

WC: 1064 words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi angels <3 this one’s for @eulaenthusiast :3 i hope y’all will enjoy this piece of filth! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <3

The best way to grab Sunghoon’s attention was by acting out, knowing how he does not, and will not handle your bratty behaviour, especially when done so in the workplace.

Sunghoon was simply the most attractive man you had met, never once expecting to see someone with such striking features at your office.

Gathering his attention was far easier than you had initially expected, knowing that you’ll be breaking a few rules by doing so, but you went on with the thought that everything would be fine if you hide it all well.

It got easier when you got assigned to be his mentor when he had just joined the office. Wearing short skirts and bending down a little while helping him did the trick, he was easily distracted by your cleavage when you had left some of the buttons unbuttoned on purpose.

You were also thankful to have curtains in your office room, because that’s where Sunghoon had first fucked you, bending you over your own desk as he thrusted into your hole, calling you a desperate slut for being so needy for him.

It wasn’t much, you had simply lured him into fucking you, it was a really good fuck might you add. Sunghoon had a big cock, and he knew how to use it well, he had you falling apart on his length.

You weren’t one to break workplace rules, but this new addition to your office made you do things you hadn’t ever thought you would do, one of them being — acting desperate to grab someone’s attention.

Second thing being, allowing someone to fuck you in your own cabin. However, you didn’t regret any of it till date, but the lack of Sunghoon’s attention on you made you go back to square one.

A highly important business meeting was to be conducted by him, his focus being on the things he had to take care of for the same.

You didn’t like a bit of it, deciding how it would be better to act up in order to get his attention back on you, even if it would be just for a few moments. You craved to have his attention.

So, simply, you wore the white and silky button up which he swore he loved to see on you, also not forgetting to wear his favourite perfume.

That being done, you made sure to have a very cozy conversation with the only person he held a distaste for, Lee Heeseung, the guy who was said to be the epitome of perfection.

Naturally, Sunghoon had gotten up once he heard your giggles, anger rushing through his veins once he saw you standing close to the said man, your hand on his shoulder as you laughed about something he had said.

Sunghoon scoffed, biting his lip before he put on a fake neutral expression on his face, making his way to you both before he excused and asked if he could steal you for a moment, you smirking knowing that your plan had worked.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asked, grabbing your wrist once you were in the secluded area of his cabin and you thanked that the walls didn’t let any noise go outside the room.

“I did nothing,” you simply said and he rolled his eyes.

He stepped closer and you stepped back, walking towards the area with large, heavily tinted windows. He ruffled his hair, getting rid of his blazer and loosening his tie, the whole scene itself was enough to make you feel wet.

“Yeah? So you weren’t flirting with Heeseung just a second ago?” He asked, unimpressed.

His lips ghosted on your neck, making you shiver as you answered, “we were just talking.”

“Standing that close?” His eyes stared into yours, filled with jealousy and possessiveness.

“Yeah?” You tried to answer, breathless.

“I don’t think you understand, angel. You are mine,” he spoke up, putting emphasis on each word.

“Sunghoon!” You gasped out once he attached his lips on your neck, at that particular spot which made your legs feel weak.

His kissing soon turned into sucking and biting, and he continued to do so knowing that you’ll be all marked up for him soon. He pushed his knee up, putting pressure in between your legs as you started grinding on him, low moans leaving your lips.

He was quick to get rid of your clothes, pulling you with him and lifting you up to his work desk, making you lay down before he eyed you hungrily.

His fingers instantly worked on rubbing circles on your clit, making you whimper as he started biting and sucking on your tits, taking his sweet time on each spot as to assure that you’ll be all marked up for him soon.

You closed your eyes in pleasure, calling his name out, telling him how you belong to him. That pleased him to continue to work on his ministrations, his two digits sliding in and out of your wetness so easily.

He marked every inch of you, making you go into the state of frenzy when he did so with your inner thighs, soon attaching his lips to your cunt, lapping at your juices almost instantly.

“Need you so much,” you moaned out.

“What do good girls say?” He asked, smirking.

“Please,” you cried out.

He wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and positioning himself in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the table. He thrusted into you, bottoming out with a groan as your walls pulled him closer, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrusted harder.

His lips shifted from your clavicle and neck, marking you at the spots which will be easily visible, and he did so on purpose, letting you know how you’re his.

It didn’t take you both long to reach your peak considering how powerful Sunghoon’s thrusts had been, you clenched around his cock, squirming as you and him, both came undone, filling the office with the sound of your deep breathing.

“Mine,” he spoke up again.

“Yours,” you confirmed, pulling him into a rushed kiss.

He couldn’t wait for Heeseung to see the marks all over your neck tomorrow.

After all, you belonged to him.

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Be There ║ Frankie Morales

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

genre: smut, pwp, hurt/comfort vibes, minors dni

word count: 1.6k

summary: you think frankie might leave you just like everyone else, he proves otherwise.

warnings: period sex, established relationship, the fear of being left alone, insecurities, self-doubt/hate, creampie, fingering, blood is mentioned (obv), frankie is a dream and I want him, a bit of feral frankie

a/n: this isn't beta-read or anything, literally sat down and wrote this in one go because I'm feeling kinda shitty and cramping 🥺 hope you guys enjoy tho!

“Are you okay?”

“No I’m not, obviously,” 

You can’t help but snap. You also can’t help the way your eyes fill with incoming tears, the way your lungs collapse in on itself, the way your voice trembles with every word you spit out. You’re venomous. That’s what you feel like. You’re nothing, everyone just wants you to leave, disappear and you know it. It’s just a matter of time he gets tired of you too. They all leave. Even guys as nice as Frankie. His presence lurks behind you, tall and strong. Suddenly you feel very small, a speck of dust waiting to blow away with the faintest of winds. 

“Hey, come on now, tell me what’s going on,” 

You clench your fingers around the kitchen counter hard enough that your knuckles turn white. You want to cry but you also want a hug. You just don’t want to feel worthless anymore, you want to be loved, to be taken care of and not be afraid of them leaving at the first inconvenience. You want to feel protected. But you know that it’s an impossible thing to ask from someone, who would be crazy enough to stay with you? He’s going to leave too. You’re loud, stubborn, and angry easily– Sure you have some good qualities too, you’re nice for starters but those qualities are never enough. His palm curves along the back of your shoulders, fingers providing a gentle squeeze before loosening up again. 

“Please,” 

You’re not strong enough to stay silent. 

“I’m on my period,” 

“That…” an airy chuckle parts from his lips. His breath ghosts over your nape and a shudder climbs up your spine. “That doesn’t really answer my question,”

“You asked what’s going on,” 

“I did but I was hoping for more of an explanation,” he presses the bridge of his nose against the back of your head, his voice low as he speaks. “Is it cramps? Do you have a headache? Is it something emotional? You need to tell me baby so I can help you,” 

“You don’t want to help me,” 

“What?”

He pulls away, sounding genuinely surprised. Before you can peel yourself away from his grip, he turns you around, the dip of your waist now digging into the edge of the marble counter. There’s a slight sting to it but it’s something you can quickly ignore beneath Frankie’s stare. His brows knitted together, he lets out a slow breath, his eyes scream home to you and it makes your heart ache. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to help you?”

You avert your eyes, throat closing up as you blink away the tears. 

“Because I’m annoying,” you mutter. “And don’t deserve someone like you. I know that I can get a bit intense at times, no one really wants me around but I really don’t want you to leave…I–I–I don’t want to go back to being all alone,” 

Your face contorts with incoming tears. The first sign of the mask breaking is the tremble of your lips, the sniffle from your nose and lastly the tears sliding down your face, hot and wet. Frankie’s eyes widen momentarily before pulling you in for a hug, his strong arms coiling around you tight enough for your chest to ache. His one hand gingerly holds the back of your head, and the other sneaks between your waist and the counter. 

“Why would I leave?” he whispers. “You’re not any of those things you just said, none of it. You hear me?” when you nod, he lets out a breath of relief. “I’m not going anywhere, bonita. You don’t need to be afraid, you’re not alone anymore, never will be ever again,” 

You want to believe him, you really do. But the dark thoughts swirling in your mind whispers otherwise. He seems to hear it too. That’s what you assume anyway. His gaze moves across your face, taking in every furrow of your brow, twitch of your lip and he leans into you, tongue tracing the salty tears streaks left across your cheeks. Head builds between your legs, a shudder running along your spine. 

“Stop it,” he mutters, lips moving across your skin. “Stop thinking, I’m here. Focus on me. Can I touch you?”

Frantic and emotional, you nod, fingers digging into his shoulders as he lifts you to the counter. It doesn’t take you long for a fog to settle within your mind. Frankie’s lips find your neck, teeth gently nipping the sensitive skin as he tugs down your sweatpants. A gasp tears away from your lips when two fingers dip under the waistband of your panties and traces your slit. He groans, tongue tasting the salt of your skin, he presses his fingers into your with ease. 

“So fucking wet, shit,” 

His gaze meets yours, you’re still tense, not knowing this will be as fun as he thinks. You definitely want to continue, already feeling relieved with the touch of his fingers, but you don’t want to force him to do this just because you cried a little. He curls his fingers, and when your insides clench around him, he moans, mouth parting wide as he looks directly into your eyes. Tears build in your eyes once more, heart hammering in your chest. Pleasure looks good on him. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he starts to fuck you with his fingers, the sound of it echoing across the walls. You feel so dirty but in the best way possible. “So wet for me, allowing me to push my fingers– You’re so amazing, how could I ever leave you when you make me feel like– fuck– Like the most wanted man on earth,” 

“Frankie–” your voice shakes, hands clawing at the front of his shirt. The ache between your legs proves to be too strong for you to handle. “Please, I need you inside me– Need you to fill me up–” 

“You sure?”

“Y-Yes, if you want to, of course,” 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “Just say the word and I’ll fuck you till the end of time,” 

Frankie’s hands slide under your shirt, softly squeezing both of your breasts as his fingers play with your pebbled nipples. You keen at the feeling, body tingling with pleasure, your already sensitive tits heaving with every roll of his fingers. Rolling up your shirt, he draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue lapping and drawing slow circles around the swollen nub. His free hand quickly pulls himself out of the confinements of his pants, a growl rattles his chest as he strokes himself. Your head falls back at the feeling of his cock nudging apart your wet folds, he pulls away from your chest, a string of saliva following. 

He looks down, lips parted as he pushes into you. Normally he would have to prepare you more, at least make you cum once if he wants a smooth entry. But you’re so ready, so needy for him that it doesn’t matter, he slides into you with ease, buried balls deep in a second. His eyes roll back when your pretty cunt flutters around him, both of you heaving out relieved sighs at being connected. Frankie draws his hips back, watching the red coating the length of his cock, glistening under the light. Something feral awakens inside him. He can’t believe you’re letting him have you like this, he wishes you’d let him sooner. 

Frankie’s eyes flicker to yours. Your face is twisted in pure pleasure, whine after whine leaving your spit soaked lips. He crashes into you, shoving his tongue between your lips while the movement of his hips becomes faster. His cock twitches at the way you moan into his mouth, so needy, his thrusts are hard, yet slow, you feel every inch of him and your head falls back, involuntarily parting from his heated mouth. 

“Frankie I’m gonna cum,” you breathe out, words slurring. 

“Already?” he smiles, dipping into your neck. “You’re amazing, love the way you’re squeezing around me bebita, cum, let me feel all of it,” 

His hips stutter, breathing hitched and chest heaving as he slams his hips. Frankie can feel your thighs desperately twitching around his frame, slick drips down his length, a bit of it meandearing down his thighs as he fuck deeper, harder into you. Your nails bite into his skin, and his teeth dig into yours. Both of you desperately trying to consume one another, his balls tightens, cock throbbing, aching for release. He takes in a sharp breath, he needs to wait, he wants you to cum first. Mind spinning, he presses his swollen lips into your ear. 

“You’re beautiful,” he raps. “If I could, I would put a bullet into every head that made you feel like this, you deserve the world,” 

He sees the crystal tears sliding down your face, you smile, it’s the brightest thing he’s ever seen. 

“I already have the world,” 

Frankie’s hips snap forward, stilling as he emptied himself into you, a loud moan rattles in his throat, eyes half lidded, he leans and drags his mouth across the curve of your breasts. 

Well…so much for waiting. 

When his mind clears a little, he hears you. Hears the way you’re whimpering his name, spasming as you come undone, cunt fluttering and twitching around him. He hisses out a breath, without even thinking he presses into you more, his cock twitches, more of him seeping into your deepest parts. This time your head falls forward right onto his shoulder, he presses a wet kiss into your temple and keeps himself still until your breathing returns to normal. 

“You feeling better now?”

“Yeah,” you sigh heavenly, eyes closed. “Thank you Frankie, for being in my life,” 

“The same goes for you too, you know. I would be lost without you. You’re my word just as much as I’m yours,” 

You hum into his neck, he can feel you smiling, his chest lightens. 

“Can we take a bath?” you mutter, sounding drowsy with sleep. 

“Of course, baby. Then I’ll lay you down alright? I’ll make you your favorite,” 

“I love you so much,” 

“I love you too.” 

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hi!! i’m new to requesting, but can we get some jeff x dom!reader nsfw? 👀 headcannons or full fic, whatever you feel like!! i love your writing, it’s so good, congrats on 4,000!!!!

Waaah it’s been a while but thank you so so much love 💗💞💖

Also, I imagine Jeff would have a hard time letting someone dominate him, especially the first few times. So the reader isn’t entirely in control of the whole thing—but I hope that’s alright & you enjoy nonetheless ^^;

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The first time you’d brought it up to him, he’d snorted

“What? You? Take control of me?”

You’d rolled your eyes at his response

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but that didn’t make his close-mindedness any less frustrating to deal with

“Yeah,” you’d answered simply, maybe adding a bit more bite than you’d meant to

When he’d skeptically raised a brow, you’d sighed and added

“C’mon, we’ve never even tried. Let’s just give it a shot—at least once—and if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again”

He hadn’t seemed convinced by that, either

How you managed to get him from there to where you are now is nothing short of a miracle

He looks divine beneath you

“(Y/n)—“

He twists in his bindings, his muscles flexing under lithe pale skin

There’s a sheen of sweat glossing his body, serving only to accentuate every scarred dip and ridge of his strong form

“Yeah baby?” you hum the words out, fingertips tracing down his chest, “That feel nice?”

He practically hisses, jerking against the rope, and you’re reminded that he very easily could tear out of it if he wanted to

Whether he’s not breaking free because he’s letting you try this out—or because he’s actually enjoying himself, you aren’t sure

You’re thankful either way

When he grinds his hips up, you can feel his dick pulsing deep, deep inside you

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning

Instead, you “tsk”

“Did I give you permission to move?”

He groans and repeats your name, his voice deliciously husky

“If you want something, you’re gonna have to beg for it, baby boy~”

Oh, you know he doesn’t like that

You watch him grind his teeth down onto his jagged lips, almost like he’s holding back a snarl

“Ride. My fucking dick already.”

A pang of arousal rushes through you at the command

You can’t help but clench around him, which has him grinning in satisfaction

Bastard knows the effect he has on you

But your need to put him in his place overpowers your need for relief

So instead of giving in, you “tsk,” again, and wrap a hand around his throat

Dark eyes widen, his lips parting as you squeeze just the right amount

“What was that?” you ask sharply

Never one to back down, he narrows his gaze and growls, “Lift your pretty little self off my cock, and then bounce right back down on it until you cum for me like the cute, desperate little slut you are”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you dig your fingers around his windpipes—a fitting punishment for such a cocky brat

He gasps, but it’s like he’s covering up for a groan

He looks so, so pretty; his brows furrowed as his eyes flutter, his scarred lips parting to get as much air to his lungs as he possibly can

And try as he might to hide it, he can’t disguise the way his hips gyrate involuntarily, or the way his dick twitches like he’s loving every second of this

You don’t loosen your grasp until you think he’s had enough 

And even then, you only loosen it slightly—just enough so that he won’t pass out on you

“You’re going to be a good boy,” you state, “and you’re going to beg for me to use you. You’re going to stay very, very still, and you won’t move an inch unless I tell you to. Understand?”

He all but hisses, but you both know he’s powerless 

You think you could get used to this

“F-fuck, (y/n)”

Fuck indeed

You clench at the sound of his voice—so perfectly needy for you

When you loosen your grip yet again, he gasps, his chest rising as he sucks in a grateful breath

“I won’t say it again, baby boy. You know what you need to do”

He shifts and squirms beneath you, but you decide to let him get away with it

“Please...”

His voice is so low—you barely hear it

“What was that?~” you hum, softly rolling your hips against him; a taste of what’s to come if he obeys 

“Please... fuck, just—just please ride me”

“Mmh,” you pretend to think about it, slyly grinding down just a bit harder onto him, “I dunno; you gonna be a good boy for me?”

He groans, flexing, and you can hear the bindings struggling to keep him pinned

Part of you almost expects him to defy you again

But you’re pleasantly surprised when he doesn’t

“Y-yes. Yes, I’ll be good”

Oh, you know he’s truly desperate at this point

“Atta boy~”

With a self-satisfied grin, you lift your hips up, and lower yourself back down onto his throbbing cock

And fuck does it ever feel good

You’re immediately addicted 

His cock is thick and long and reaches all the right places 

You keep your hand around his neck as you ride him, the other pressing against his chest to support your weight as you use him to get yourself off

“Fuck, such a good boy for me~”

Every now and then, it’s like he can’t help but buck up into you, but you know he’s trying his best to be good

And he feels so euphoric, you don’t want to stop 

He curses, and god, it sounds so fucking hot

You finally release his throat, only to bring your hands to your own chest to toy with your nipples

The feeling has you tightening around him, and he curses again, looking up at you with a ravenous kind of hunger in his eyes

“J-Jeff—fuck!”

He hums deeply

“T-that’s right—fuck—fucking cream yourself on my dick”

He knows you must be close

Your walls keep fluttering around him, trying to milk him, and you can hardly suppress your whimpers and moans

It gives him the perfect opportunity to steal your control 

He snaps his hips up, driving himself breathtakingly deep inside you, and when your body tenses up, on the brink of your orgasm, he does it over and over again

You’re far too gone to care about him being such a fucking brat

All you can do is shakily try to match him for every thrust

You release your nipples and press both hands to his torso—needing something to steady yourself as wave after wave of pleasure crash into you

When you cry his name out, he curses in response

“Cum for me, little slut. Cum on your boyfriend’s dick”

You let him fuck you stupid—and even despite being tied down beneath you, he’s still screwing you so good that your orgasm has you crying out like a whore for him

Everything inside you tenses, and the way you tighten around him has him snarling

His cock twitches as he drives it over and over again into your gushing cunt

And with a final groan, he crams himself as deep as he can--nudging right against your cervix--and cums inside you

You gasp through your moans, feeling him spill himself, flooding your insides with his thick seed

He rides out his high by rolling his hips up into you, fucking his cum even deeper inside you until he’s finally satisfied 

You’re trembling, still reeling from the intensity as you shakily lift yourself off of him and settle next to him

Even despite his disobedience, you’re far from disappointed

He grunts, and when he speaks up, his voice still carries that post-orgasm roughness 

“You gonna untie me?”

Tired and worn out, you still manage a chuckle 

You know you shouldn’t antagonize him like this, but how could you possibly resist?

“Mmh, maybe,” you tease, “if you beg for it like a good boy for me~” 

[rinixo]

the end of all our exploring

Din Djarin/Reader | 2.6k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, vaginal sex, dirty talk, helmet comes off, canon divergence

The journey is over. Din wants to show you how he feels, and gives the only things he has to give.

Non-linear oneshots featuring you, a university scholar from Naboo who is helping The Mandalorian seek out the Jedi.

A/N: This is a jump in terms of "timeline". Future works may explore alternate scenarios and different points in time. Basically - there is no standardized timeline I'm following with this. :^)

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“What are you thinking?”

You turned, finding Mando leaning casually against the doorframe. The light coming in from the windows reflected brilliantly in his armor, and – not for the first time – you found yourself in awe of the stoic bounty hunter. You looked around at the beautiful room you were in, the desert sunset casting an orange glow through the open windows. Thin linen drapes drifted lazily with the evening breeze.

After finishing your journey, Mando offered to return you to Naboo. You had accepted, albeit somewhat sadly, with the condition that you stop by a few places on the way there. You were currently on Tattooine, in the Daimyo’s palace. Din had some business with Boba Fett, and you were more than happy to explore Mos Eisley. Your days felt a bit lonely without Grogu there, but you found comfort in knowing he was safely with the Jedi. You hoped you’d see him again someday.

As evening fell, you returned to the palace, and were shown to your accommodations. The staff, “on behalf of the Mandalorian”, had graciously prepared a beautiful room near the top of the palace, overlooking the dunes and rocky cliffs. Along with a delicious meal and a hot bath, you had also been given a gorgeous and delicate gown made of dyed Xamarri silk. It was definitely the most expensive piece of clothing you had even worn, handmade and draped in ways you didn’t know existed.

With a smile, you gestured around you. “Just thinking. You’re spoiling me, Mando. This is the most beautiful room I’ve ever been in.”

“I’m glad,” he replied. You grinned, leaning against one of the terracotta pillars. The impending return to a Mando-less life on the horizon was made easier to bear by these last precious days with your companion.

“I was trying to think of a way to repay you for everything you’ve done. A way to show you how grateful I am.” Mando stepped forward, and reached for you. A soft frown flickered across your face as he gently held your hands in his own.

“I have a gift for you.” His thumb stroked your hand softly, and you felt your heart flutter along with it. “To show you how much you mean to me.”

You shook your head. “Mando-”

“Din.”

You titled your head in confusion. “Is that a mando’a word?”

“No. It’s my name. Din Djarin.”

Blood rushed in your ears and your heart swelled with affection. The amount of trust he had just shown you, telling you his name – you had never expected –

“Din,” you said softly, and his hands squeezed yours. Smiling, you blinked up at him, eyes reflected back at you from his helmet. “Thank you, Din. This…I’m touched that you would share this with me.”

Another squeeze, and he loosened his grip on your hands. “That isn’t all. There’s something else I want to give you.” He raised his hands to his helmet, and confusion turned to panic as he began to lift it off of his head.

“Din!” You gasped, grabbing his wrists and halting his attempt to remove his helmet. “Din, no. You didn’t need to give me anything to begin with, and just your name is more than anything I could have ever wanted. You don’t have to – please don’t break your creed for me.”

“I…I’ve been struggling with the creed for a while now,” Din explained. “Questioning its place in my life – the life I want to have.” You hadn’t wanted to pry, but had a feeling he had been contemplating his clan’s interpretation and strict rules for a few weeks now. Over the past months, his place in the galaxy had been turned on its head. The creed, what once was a unyielding part of his being, had softened into many different paths.

“Meeting Fett, and Bo-Katan, and learning the history of my clan…” he trailed off, and then seemed to re-focus. “There are new things in my life that I cherish, and I don’t want to only be able to see them through a visor.” He moved his hands to cup yours against the rim of his helmet. “To only see you through a visor.”

You felt your eyes begin to water with emotion. With baited breath, you nodded and assisted him in pulling his helmet up and off his head.

Thick brown curls, flattened by the helmet. Brown eyes framed by soft laugh lines, and a beautiful aquiline nose. Full lips that drooped slightly at their sides, and a patchy smattering of dark facial hair flecked with bits of peppery gray. Din was lovely. You had often wondered what he looked like, and sometimes amused yourself by guessing, but nothing your mind made up could have matched the man in front of you now.

Din set his helmet gently to the side, and you tentatively reached up to cup his face. His gaze, already soft, melted as you gently ran your thumb along his cheekbone. Your heart thrummed with anticipation and desire as his hands came to grasp you at your waist. With a soft smile, you cupped the side of his head and tipped his head down so you could meet his lips with your own.

He hummed lowly against you, and you reeled from the feeling of his mouth against you. You started slow, careful, wanting to memorize the sensation of finally being able to kiss the man you had been living with for the past year.

Desire and desperation began to climb, and Din began to back you up towards the large bed in the room. The twin suns had just set, and the lingering light stretched soft shadows across your forms. The back of your legs hit the mattress, and you fell back, bringing Din down with you. You gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen your kiss. You reached up to grasp his shoulders, widening your legs so that he would fall deeper onto you.

You whined lowly as he pulled away, raising himself over you with his hands on either side of your head. Your lips felt swollen and raw in the most delicious way, and his matched. Even in the low light you could see his pupils blown wide as he drank in your features like a man starved. You rubbed his cheek lightly.

“Everything ok?” You asked quietly. So much had been changed between you two within the last few minutes and your head still spun. You could only imagine how he was feeling. “It’s alright if you want to stop.”

“No,” he said lowly, and you shivered in delight at his unshielded voice. “No, I just…you’re so beautiful, cyar’ika.” He lowered his head to press his lips against your own, his nose nuzzling your cheek. You smiled against him, reaching up to card your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.

With quiet, practiced ease Din began to remove his armor. You scooted yourself further up the bed as he did so, slipping your own gown down your arms. Eager to be close to you again, Din crawled across the bed dressed just in his most basic layers, and settled between your thighs. His hands came up to replace yours, and slowly pulled the thin layers of silk the rest of the way off your torso. His hands skimmed over your breasts, studying their weight and how your nipples pebbled in response to his touch.

You bit your lip as he continued to pull your gown off, lifting your hips slightly so he could remove it and toss it to the side. You were completely bare, and you shifted your legs self-consciously as he stared. Sensing the slight hesitation, Din moved forward and placed a soft kiss to the middle of your chest. One hand came up to toy with one breast as his tongue trailed a cool path to the other. You moaned quietly at the pleasurable sensation, and arched your back into his ministrations. Din made his way down your trembling body, placing soft gasping kisses to your skin. Maneuvering himself further down, he laid out on his stomach and used his hands to open your thighs.

His tongue licked a long, wide strip through your cunt, and you keened with a burning ache. Din licked and kissed you dutifully, and as your hands came down to grasp his hair he groaned into you. You shifted your hips, following his movements. Din’s beautiful nose poked at your swollen clit, and he followed it with soft kitten licks and sucking kisses.

“Ah!” You could barely find your voice as you chased your release. “D-Din…!”

Another groan from the bounty hunter between your thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of you saying my name for months,” he breathed. “Come on my tongue, mesh’la.” He buried his face against you again, and you felt your orgasm start from the soles of your feet and build like fire up through the rest of your body.

Choking out his name again, you writhed against his vice grip on your thighs. Din flicked his tongue against your clit, and tears sprang to the corner of your vision. His careful work prolonged your release, and you cried out as he pulled a second pulse of pleasure from your shivering form.

He pulled away just before the pleasure turned to over-stimulation, and crawled back up your body. You pulled his mouth to yours, tongue dancing against his own. You could taste yourself on him, and your cunt throbbed with increasing desire.

One of his knees knocked your leg to the side, and he settled his hips against yours. You could feel his cock through his linen pants, twitching as you ground up against him. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you yanked until he helped pull it off. Your hands then found their way to his chest, and you scratched your nails down his form. He growled at the sensation, and deepened his kiss as you palmed his heavy cock through his pants.

“You’re overdressed,” you mused against his mouth as your hand slipped under the waistband to grasp his throbbing member. Nipping your bottom lip, Din hurriedly slipped his trousers the rest of the way off his body, and you sighed in the satisfaction of his bare body against your own. Between the two of you his cock wept and settled heavily across your abdomen. Din reached down to cup your bottom, moving one of your thighs further to the side and began to shift his hips to your center.

You watched as his cock pressed up against you – Maker, he was so big it still made you ache. He grunted as you wrapped one leg up against his side, and pushed in to the hilt. Even with his earlier work, your smaller form still needed several heartbeats to adjust.

He held himself there, and dipped his head down again to capture your lips. You moaned against him, relishing in the way he filled you. It felt like he reached up into your throat, and your thighs trembled with the effort of willing yourself still.

“You’re perfect,” Mando crooned. “Sky and stars, you are so perfect. You take me so well, cyar’ika.” With great effort, he began to move, and you cried out as your tight cunt was pulled along with him.

“G-goddess, Din,” you gasped. The sound of your bodies moving was firm and reverent against the silent desert night. The candles made the shadows dance along the ceiling above you, and you were mesmerized by how different this joining was in comparison to all the previous times.

Din must have had the same thought, and he gripped your thigh almost painfully. “You are so good,” he moaned. “Fuck, you are so good. You were made for me, for this,” he said possessively.

Closing your eyes, you arched your neck and he followed by sucking the thin skin there between his teeth. Your hands scrambled to find purchase at his hips, desperate to feel him even deeper. You could feel your release building again, this time driven by the sensation of being so full of him you weren’t sure where you ended and he began.

“F-fuck,” you gasped. “You’re so deep, Din, you’re so deep.“

He answered by slamming his hips up against you. You wailed at the force, knowing that the ache you would feel later would be worth it. He grabbed your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist, and continued his claiming of your body.

“I’m going to fill you,” he groaned. “Fill your womb with my seed. Do you want that? Do you want my cum inside you?”

You nodded deliriously. “Yes yes yes Din, cum in me, I nee-I need it-“

“Yeah?” He panted. He stared into your eyes, nose hovering just over your own. “You need to feel me fill you up? Make you mine?”

“A-already yours,” you choked out. He keened at that, and you felt his hips begin to falter.

“Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me what you need me to do.” Your nails clenched his side, and the faint pain seemed to give him a second wind. You were on the verge of cumming.

“S-stars, Din-“

“Say it.”

Crying out, you reached one hand down to grasp his thigh as he squished up against you. He was barely pulling out at that point, his hips flush to your own as he stabbed jerkily up into you.

“Cum in me,” you begged. “Cum in me, fill me, I need you-“

Your orgasm washed over you with a white-hot intensity that made your vision go blank. The feeling of your spasms wrung the same from Din, and he thrusted once more before burying himself as deep as he could go, semen surging into your body.

“I love you,” he groaned lowly. “Fuck, I love you.”

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Hours later, the two of you laid sleepily together in the bed, the thin blankets draped over your still-nude forms. Your head rested on his chest, and he stroked your side absentmindedly. After your passionate love-making, you both had cleaned up a bit and returned to the bed to bask in the afterglow and each other’s wholly bare presence.

“What are you thinking?” Din asked, voice low from exertion and on the edge of sleep. You hummed at the feeling of how his chest vibrated, and you lifted your head to look at him.

How could you put in to words what you were thinking? A year ago you were a busy scholar who cared about little else but your research. Now there you were, held by a Mandalorian bounty hunter who you had traveled across the galaxy with, unraveling long-lost secrets. A man who had saved your life on many occasions, who both exasperated and delighted you at every turn, and who you were certain you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Smiling, you laid a gentle kiss to his chest. “Just thinking,” you murmured. “You said ‘I love you’.”

Din blinked slowly at you, fingers tracing imperceptible patterns along the curve of your hip. “I do,” he said simply after a few beats of silence. “I have for a long time,” he added. “Is that-do you…?

Closing your eyes, you sighed against him. “Yes,” you breathed. “I don’t know when or why or how, but I do too.”

Din pulled you up closer to him, so that your chest pressed up against his own, and caught your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. You hummed happily into it, fingers dancing delicately over his collarbone.

“Good.”

[https-sonshine]

Hii could you please write an imagine about a first date with Sonny? Like he's super nervous cause he really cares about you and wants to impress you and you think it's super cute but everything ends up going okay and you have lots of fun together 🥰

authors note: heyy, tysmm for your request. i also wanted to thank you for the support you've shown to my blog <3 i cant lie I'm not sure how I feel about this one but ik I'm overcritical of my own work but I really hope you enjoy this one.

word count: approx 1.4k words

warnings: none, pure fluff

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You may have been reserved around him, but your natural sense of humour and willingness to let loose won his heart over every time. When you smiled at him, he felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach. He hadn't known if you felt the same way about him until he finally asked you out, and you said yes. He remembered every detail of that day all too vividly.

"We should probably go out sometime or something".

"As in a date?" you raised your brows.

His shoulders shrugged, but the flush on his cheeks said everything. 

"Okay, why not" you replied, causing the boy to smile shyly

Now he was busy trying to decide where he would take you. He wanted it to be special and intimate. He wanted it just to be the two of you where you could enjoy each other's company. The location needed to be one where he wouldn't be easily spotted. Because he didn't want his fans or the media to have a field day, he was racking his brain for ideas when one suddenly hit him. 

Eventually, the day arrived, and Sonny picked you up, being careful to keep you relaxed and comfortable the entire time. He helped you into the car, where you saw a bouquet of roses waiting for you on the passenger seat. You quickly thank him, earning a sheepish smile in return. At the start of the drive, you don't talk much. You're adjusting to the new atmosphere of being in each other's presence with friendship far from your minds. 

"So, do you like your job at Spurs?" he breaks the silence.

"Yeah, it's nice, i’m grateful for the experience," you reply, and he smiles again. You see that he is nervously fumbling with his fingers. The urge to take his hand in yours is strong, but you hold back, not wanting to seem too forward. Unable to resist the urge, you reach over and take Son's hand, and he looks at both of our hands and smiles.

Once you both loosen up, the conversation starts flowing; about music, places you want to visit, places you've been, pets, mutual friends, and your loved ones.

Finally, arriving at your destination. You both started walking, but confusion masked your features as you didn't know what Sonny had planned. He then looks up at you and says, "It's a surprise!" and starts walking faster, full of excitement. After a while of walking, you could hear the grass crinkle beneath your feet. You wondered if Sonny planned a picnic or a night out under the stars. As you looked up into the sky, you saw a bright, colourful object slowly floating in the distance. It was a hot air balloon. You felt your heart beat faster as you watched it gracefully move across the sky. The sun's rays shone down on the balloon, making it glow; you were mesmerised by sight.

"Son, this is… I don't even know what to say."

"I went a little bit overboard. Isn't I wasn't sure what type of date you would enjoy. Is it too much?" He rubs the back of his neck nervously and turns away from you. You place a kiss on his cheek and shake your head at him.

"I like it. It's different. It's perfect."

His face lit up, holding more excitement than I had expected. 

With a big grin, he said, "Let's make it happen!" His energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come. 

"Watch your step, y/n," Son warned as He guided your hand onto a rail. The fabric reminded me of woven straw. You felt the ground suddenly shift beneath your feet. You stumbled backwards slightly, but Son helped you regain your balance. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

Even after you regained your balance, Son continued to hold you. As you peered over his shoulder, it dawned on you that you were floating through the air in a hot air balloon. Your brown eyes widened and were filled with awe. You broke away from Son's arms and ran to the edge of the basket to admire the view. His expression relaxed as a smile spread across your face. You leaned out of the basket slightly to see the landscape below. Still not believing that he had booked the balloon ride.

In between sips of wine and delicious food, you talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. You spend most of the night laughing and telling stories to one another. You can't get enough of his smile, and you feel like you would do or say anything to keep that smile on his face.

You stand to take another look at the scenery but instead stumble onto his lap.

You look into his eyes, and for a second, you forget about the world around you. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings, especially how your back was pressed up against the body behind you. His hands gripped your arms, and you noticed the little beauty mark on his right eye as you looked up before slowly sliding out of his grasp.

"Maybe we shouldn't move too much ?" You suggested as you walked over to collect a glass of wine, handing it back to him sheepishly. You saw the smile on his face and watched as his nose scrunched and he started to laugh. You could feel your ears and cheeks flush with embarrassment. Still, you couldn't help but think his laugh was incredibly attractive, and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel yourself becoming drawn to him. Light laughter filled the balloon, and you couldn't help but join in, the two of you standing there, smiling and giggling like a pair of schoolchildren.

"You know your laugh is probably the most precious thing I have ever heard ?" He blushes and looks away from you.

You were relieved that you agreed to go out with Sonny. His proposal is still fresh in your mind.

 You saw his normally soft features contort into expressions of what could only be described as nerves. Heung Min, Son.

 A man who shines brighter than the sun. A man with a smile that could light up a room and make anyone feel instantly at ease. Yet, concern had replaced his usual expression on this day.

"We should probably go out sometime or something." His eyes barely held onto yours, his anxious state causing him to look down at his feet. 

"As in a date?"

He shrugged it off, but the flush in his cheeks said it all.

You were deep in thought when he interrupted to confess., "I've liked you for a while — kind of struggling to believe that you actually said yes." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and smiled nervously at her.

"Did you really think I wouldn't? You smiled, and the flush on his cheeks deepened.

His eyes widened as he admitted, "I was terrified." To be honest, I'm surprised I was able to ask you out at all." 

"I'm glad you did. His face broke out in a relieved smile, and he looked away, embarrassed by his own admission. 

"Look at that view. It's beautiful," you said, leaning over the hot air balloon.

The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in a spectrum of pastel colours. As the balloon rises higher and higher, a gentle breeze teases the colourful fabric of the balloon. In the basket below, you can feel the warmth of the hot air as it pushes the balloon higher and higher. The air is filled with the smell of burning fuel and the sound of the balloon's burner filling the balloon with hot air. You can feel the excitement of being so high above the ground, with nothing but the wide open sky above. As you reach the highest point of the journey, you can look down to see the ground below, the houses, the trees, and the roads, all looking small from such a great height. The feeling of freedom is overwhelming, and you can't help but smile as you savour this moment. He followed your gaze, allowing himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery for a moment.

He wishes he could capture this moment forever. The free smile on your face as you take in the view. The way the wind played through your dark hair, and Son couldn't help but feel envious of a simple breeze. Sonny moved to stand behind you. He straightened your hair and tucked the stray pieces behind your ear.

"So beautiful," Sonny thought, watching the strands of your hair lightly fall back into place. 

[hopelesswritergall]

how about some yandere Peter mothatuckin Ballard?

The lab

Summary: A regular day for you and your slightly manipulative boyfriend. You are an orderly here.

A/N: Thank you so much! It was really fun to write and although it is a bit short i hope you like it. I'm still new to writing yandere and writing in general, so feedback is welcome. Reblogs appreciated. Should i use Peter Ballard or Henry Creel as his name for future fics?

Italics is just your thoughts.

The moment you stepped though the door, there was going to be no way back. Although, you did not know this yet. Thinking it would be just like a normal job. You were wrong on that. Never would you have imagined that you would look after kids with some kind of superpowers. You couldn't leave the lab for more than 15 minutes, just enough for some fresh air and to pick some flowers. These breaks led to your daily flower pick moments. No surpise then that this place led to your guys meeting each other.

"Have i seen you before?'' You looked up from the grass to see a young man standing there. Wow, he was handsome. "I don't think so, I have only arrived here a few days ago and just started to settle in." You answered. "Well allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Peter." He held out his hand. "Y/N." I took his hand and got up from the grass. "Very weird question Peter, but do you know what time it is? I asked. "Quarter past 12, why?" As his mind began to work he realized the break times. "Ah, you started at 12 I suppose?" "Mhm, now it was lovely to talk to you and I hope to you soon!" You quickly cleaned your outfit of all the grass and hurried back inside. Peter couldn't help but to smile at your antics.

"Eleven?" you called out while you entered the rainbow room. You didn't have to wait long for her to respond. Well not a verbal response but more a run into your legs at full speed response. "Wow, slow down. I'm not leaving" You joked as she slowly started to loosen her grip on you. You have only been here for a few days but you bonded so quickly with Eleven that it felt like you have known her your entire life. "What you want to do? Draw, chess or maybe the toy cars?" you asked her. "Draw please."She mumbled. "Well then off we go!"

This is how it went for a couple months. Wake up, watching over kids, break time with Peter, watching over kids, dinner, shower and go to sleep. Everything seemed normal to you. Not to Peter. Over the months he slowly started to fall for you, he felt the need to protect you. Like you were fragile, a doll. He watched out for you in multiple aspects. He helped you witch hiding flowers if you brought some for the children, he kept track of the time when you where out, he made sure you always had food if you were sick and he protected you if the other orderly people made some remarks towards you. You did not know the last point, but that was alright with him. He knew that you would appreciatie it. With the Soteria in his neck he couldn't use his powers but he still had his mind games and damn were they successful. Not only towards you but also towards everyone else. He was head over heels for you, maybe just a bit too much...

You started to notice his protective services when you noticed Mark( another orderly) started to keep his distance from you when you were both working in the same room. "Mark?"you called out. "Are you alright?" He quickly started nodding saying that nothing was wrong. You just found it peculiar, in the last week you've chatted a lot with him. Peter entered the room about 20 minutes later. "Mark, Brenner asked for you." He stared at Mark until he was gone. "You alright Y/N?" He asked as soon as he saw your eyes becoming a bit red. "Not really, Mark has been avoiding our conversations today. "Strange, i'll talk to him Y/N don't worry." He said while holding you to his chest so you could relax. Head on his shoulder you didn't see the glimmer in his eyes when he said talk to him. If you had noticed maybe Mark wouldn't have died due to unknown reasons.

[callofloony]

As fate would have it. (141)

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Very long HC post up ahead!

Tags: Fluff, angst, mentions of death and violence, 141 headcanons, hurt/comfort, everyone is hurt, Price is the comfort, semi proofread, found family dynamics… with an asterisk, i guess? Lmk if i missed any!!

A/N: This literally took me so long to type out auagwhhwhw!!!!! It’s been in my drafts for SO LONG. The premise is Price slowly realizing the ways 141 wormed their way into his heart. Hope you likeyyy!!!

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Maybe it’s because I’m really into found family, or because I’m in love with the idea of a stoic, serious man, having soft spots for those he’s closest with. But I’m having thoughts, so now it’s everyone else’s problem.

I am the absolute firmest believer that Price wasn’t all that close to his team when they first joined, with the only exception maybe being Gaz. He only saw them as coworkers, nothing else beyond that.

He recognized their capabilities, understood where their limits were, and treated them like the assets they were. But that’s all he saw, assets. Of course, he still cared about them, but it didn’t go as far as to call them friends, let alone family.

But things started to change when he heard something slip from Soap while staring at a calendar, muttering that he missed someone… It was the anniversary of his mothers death, and it had him feeling a bit more worse for wear than usual.

Price felt a sudden pang in his heart hearing that, one that he’d never felt before. He knew what it was like to lose a loved one, especially a parent, and his heart ached for Soap.

He’d never felt such empathy towards a teammate before, let alone someone he was literally fighting tooth and nail with, risking their lives, and getting their hands dirty… So the world stays clean.

He decides after some internal debate to give Soap the day off, he didn’t have any work or missions to be completed, and he was mostly just making his way around base anyway. Training, looking for a distraction.

When asked why, Price didn’t have a clear answer. He didn’t want Soap to know he’d accidentally overheard him speak about his mother, so he simply said, “You’ve earned it.”

That was the catalyst to Price beginning to loosen up more, show a little more affection to his team. He kept that date in his mind, often allowing Soap a little more leeway on things during that month, before turning back to his no nonsense boss persona.

He wrote it off internally as just comradery, giving Soap some room to mourn while also getting his work done, it’d help him out in the long run! Simple as that…

Then, he walked in on Gaz having a panic attack.

Gaz was horrified when he saw Price, snapping his gaze towards the reports he was supposed to be working on, trying to hide the shaking in his hands and the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes, giving his Captain a slight wave before brushing him off. But the air in the room was tense, and obvious.

Price hadn’t experienced a panic attack before, but he knew what the signs looked like, and had helped people through them before. He wasn’t just gonna leave Gaz like this… What was he thinking? When had he started empathizing so hard with the other man?

He just sighed and shut the door behind him, walking over to Gaz with a stern, yet soft gaze on his face, making Gaz whimper and tense up with worry. But when Price reached out to him, he simply placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Gaz flinched and turns to Price who had a look of understanding on his face, like he understood, and wouldn’t judge Gaz for whatever it was that caused this. And that made Gaz break.

He buried his face in his hands and sobbed softly, trying not to make too much noise or being annoying in fear that Price would think less of him. That just made Price shake his head, wrapping his arm around Gaz’s side and pulling him forward, allowing him to rest his head on his Captains shoulder. And that only made him cry harder.

He pulled Price into a hug, grip loose so he could pull away whenever, but he didn’t… He just waited until Gaz was calm, he was already struggling, Price didn’t want to add onto that.

After a minute or two, Gaz finally calmed down and was able to catch his breath, feeling way better as he’d been holding that cry in for a while. And Price smiled at him, asking a simple question… “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

And the question shocked Gaz, he didn’t expect his Captain would be so open eared about this, but if he was offering… Gaz figured he had nothing to lose here.

He began opening up, hands continuing to tremble as he recalled having to put an injured dad and his kid to sleep, the kid looked at Gaz with such fear and panic, but the father was practically begging for it to be over, they both knew it was for the best, but… He couldn’t get the kids face out of his head.

He’d put a fatally injured child out of their misery after a bombing, their eyes and begs burned into his mind like a bad scar, and the report was for that mission… He was crying again, looking away and apologizing.

Price looked shocked when he’d heard that, Gaz never mentioned anything like that when they’d headed back to their getaway. Price saw that Gaz looked slightly shaken up, but he chalked it up to nerves… He hadn’t known.

He shook his head and firmly told Gaz not to apologize, that these were circumstances he couldn’t have controlled, and that anyone would’ve preferred a quick death rather than a slow one, comforting the other man.

He took the report from Gaz’s desk after, making the Sergeants eyes widen in shock, and upon questioning why, Price says, “I don’t need you getting more affected than you already have, I’ll finish this up. Go rest.”

And Gaz nods, not wanting to argue with him.

Price feels exasperated with himself as he finishes the work Gaz had been assigned, why had he just done that? When had these feelings of neutrality, turned into ones of concern?

He shook his head, brushing it off again. He was just giving Gaz a break from the stress of missions and work, nothing more. Nothing like this would ever happen again, he had to promise himself…

Then, he had a smoke with Ghost.

Ghost was probably the most reserved person on his team, and Price didn’t mind keeping it that way. It was just easier to keep work, work. And personal shit, personal.

It was the only way he’d keep from completely caving, anyway.

That was until he noticed Ghost outside base, leaning against the wall, mask rolled up in order to have a calming smoke. Looking up at the sky in seemingly deep, intense thought.

Price knocked on the wall to let Ghost he was there before walking over, tilting his head at the other man. Ghost just gave him a nod of acknowledgment before returning to smoking. He didn’t mind Price being there, the man had already seen his face anyway.

“Mind if I smoke with you?” Price had asked simply, leaning against the wall Ghost was on. He could see the faintest flicker in Ghosts eyes when the other man spoke, he hadn’t looked at the Captain, he just exhaled the smoke before nodding again. Allowing Price in his bubble.

Price smiled slightly and pulled a cigar out, lighting it while looking up at the sky like Ghost was, a vein of curiosity spreading through his body as glanced at the other man, once, twice, thrice… He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

He took another huff of the cigar, releasing the air as he prepared for whatever response might come from this.

“What’s on your mind?”

His voice was soft and genuine, giving Ghost a full look as he definitely noticed the glances Price gave him before, he’d just been waiting for his Captain to say something.

Ghost paused for a moment, contemplating his answer before sighing and shaking his head, putting out his cigarette against the wall, a soft sizzle being heard as it died out.

He said he wasn’t required to say anything, which made Price chuckle and nod. The other man was right, he didn’t have to say anything if he didn’t want to, and Price wouldn’t interrogate him for it, however… That didn’t mean pestering wasn’t on the table.

Price continued to lightheartedly press about the things going on in Ghosts mind, Price already knew about some of the things the other man had been through, life altering and ruining things that didn’t look like something anyone could bounce back from… But Simon did.

Or so he thought.

Ghost huffed and rolled down his mask, crossing his arms and looking away from Price right after. Truth be told, he wasn’t necessarily in the mood for Prices insistent attempts at getting him to speak. Though, he couldn’t help but appreciate the effort.

After a bit of contemplating, he sighed and gave Price a slight glance. Tensing up a little before beginning to speak. He trusted Price, he knew he wouldn’t be judged for everything that was on his mind.

He spoke in a low, slightly softer tone than Price was used to, which caught the Captain off guard, but it only made him listen more intently. Simon revealed he was reminiscing about his family, his mother, Tommy, Beth, and his adorable nephew, Joseph.

He never showed it outright, but he missed them dearly. Nightmares plagued his mind about finding their dead bodies, the grief and horror he felt was something he’d never been able to let go of. How it still hurts to think and remember, and the haunting realization that’d he’d forgotten what even his own mothers voice sounded like.

He gets a bit choked up while speaking, his voice laced with a slight quiver, a tremble in his hands as he reminisces. He blamed himself for it, deeply.

Prices heart and face softened when Ghost said this, he knew part of what the other man had been through, but he didn’t know the full extent, let alone the amount of trauma and scars that had been inflicted onto him.

Hearing all this now? It made his heart break, and he knew he had to do something. He’d pressured Ghost into opening up, he wouldn’t just leave the other man in heartache.

He looked at Ghost with a somber gaze, and places a gentle hand on his shoulder, a comforting gesture that he’d allow Ghost to pull away from. But he didn’t, he just looked at Price with his eyes slightly widened.

Prices expression read, “It’s okay to cry, mate.” And that’s exactly what he did, Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he had a good cry. He looked down as the tears begin to stream out of his eyes, he barely made any noise, but with the waterfall of tears, the impact was there, and it meant a lot to him.

Price just continueed to be there, patting Ghost on the shoulder, eventually moving to his back. He was encouraging Ghost to cry, everyone cried. Everyone needed to cry. Even Price sometimes.

Price wouldn’t pretend to understand what Ghost had gone through, or even how bad it affected him, because he knew he’d be wrong. But, when Simon turned to him with slightly puffy eyes, giving his Captain a nod and a quiet, “thank you.” He smiled, knowing he did something right.

After those instances, he started to notice some changes. Everyone seemed to be acting a bit more casual and chill with him. Striking up small talk, engaging in banter, hell… Even smiling more around him. And like the man he was, he indulged them.

Soap got him small gifts and trinkets as a way to show his gratitude to Price. Perhaps a kind of chocolate he ate when he was younger, that he thought wasn’t being manufactured anymore. He mentioned it in passing, feeling nostalgic. And Soap had found it again.

Gaz began offering to help comfort and calm Price down whenever a mission goes to shite, because that’s the same thing Price had done for him. He offered a shoulder to cry on without judgement, and Gaz wanted to show he’d be there for his Captain as well.

Ghost began to strike up more conversations and show his true colors to Price, after generally being a bit more reserved than anyone else, and it showed Price just how comfortable the other man had become around him, even after just that single interaction.

And all of it, makes him crack a smile.

It frustrated him, why was he like this? He’d made a promise. A promise that he wouldn’t become attached to anyone on this team, that it would remain strictly professional… But he failed. What was wrong with him?

It’s only when 141 plans a surprise for him, does he find out why.

They’d been scheming for ages for the perfect plan, holidays were usually spent working. Whether it be missions, paperwork, training the recruits, they were always busy… But that day, his team had their chance.

Gaz knocked on his office door, gesturing that there was something he needed help with, and Price followed, feeling confused when the other man had brought him into a dimly lit room, was this a trick? A prank? He’d be on his ass if it was…

And then Gaz flipped the light switch, and everything made sense. In front of him were 3 presents (one from each member), a cake, and Soap and Ghost standing there, yelling out, “Happy birthday!”

He stood there stunned for a moment as Gaz chuckled, giving the other man a pat on the shoulder with an eyebrow raised, asking, “So… What do you think? Are you surprised?” He certainly was, he’d forgotten it was his birthday, and he didn’t even realize the others knew.

He continued to stand there shocked before chuckling, a smile creeping onto his lips, he couldn’t express his gratitude properly as an affectionate, “You muppets…” Escaped his lips. And they all celebrated.

It was a small party, sure, but they all had the time of their lives. Bonding, joking, and all around just being happy. Price never could’ve expected this to happen in his over three decades of living, but he could honest to god say… This was the best birthday he could’ve asked for.

And that’s when it hit him, the reason why he was being so affectionate and understanding towards these men, the men he set out to only view as subordinates, and nothing else… He’d always had it in his heart to love ‘em.

He didn’t want to get attached because subconsciously, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle losing them, even if he never got close to them. But… Life has a funny way of twisting fate, so this destiny was his, and he had no choice but to accept it. With open arms might I add.

They were his family now, a family he knew would stick by his side, and always be with him. No matter what came to tear them apart. Rain or shine, life or death, they’d be there to support him until kingdom come…

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A/N: WOOOOOO IT’S DONE!! IT’S OUT!!!! SCREAMS! A lot of this is prolly very very unrealistic but SHHHH LEMME BE AUTISTIC… ty for reading hehe !!