#sO EXCUSE ME IF IT'S A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACES

[rikstar]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ You're mine!

୨୧ alternatively , you getting jealous/ them getting jealous/ someone trying to hit on you or them

Contains୨୧ non Idol!Au,Jealousy , them/you being upset, slightly suggestive in Sunghoon's part, established relationship, mentions of drinking

୨୧Heeseung

Your eyebrow twitched slightly in annoyance , your eyebrows furrowing a little as you watched a girl trying to get closer to your Boyfriend, touching his arm and batting her false lashes at him. Heeseung , you and the rest of the boys went to go bowling together on a Saturday night — you had left together with Sunoo to fetch some drinks for the groups. You were gone for 5 minutes , it took a mere 5 minutes for some girl to try and get your boyfriends attention. Your eyes were fixated on them , as much as you felt jealous , you felt more upset because this girl was all up in his personal space while he clearly looked uncomfortable. You were well aware that your boyfriend was handsome , very handsome , so it was no surprise that girls would try to hit on him — but come on , she saw that you were on his lap just a couple minutes ago. "You okay?", Sunoo asked a bit worried since you didn't move from your spot , nudging you slightly which caused you to start walking again. "I'm okay", you nodded , taking a deep breath as you calmed down and set the drinks down. Your hand grabbed a can of soda that you had already opened , the straw in your mouth as you walked over to Heeseung while sipping on the refreshing drink. "Hey babe , want some?", You asked as you wrapped your free arm around his , holding the can of soda up with the straw facing his mouth. "Oh , am I interrupting your chat with my boyfriend?", you asked as you finally looked at the girl , giving her a smile while she just gave you a fake one. She dismissed herself and left to go back to her friends , glaring slightly with a huff as she sat down. "Thank you love , she just wouldn't stop talking to me", Heeseung sighed , clearly upset that someone disrespected his person space as he wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned his head against your shoulder.

୨୧Jay

Jay's lips were pursed as he swiveled the wine in his wine glass , his back leaned against the wall as he watched you closely. He trusted you with all his heart — but he didn't trust his coworker who was talking to you. He watched the way you awkwardly laughed and took a step back whenever the coworker got too close just for him to take another step closer to you. "Jay , are you listening?", his boss asked , noticing that the younger was distracted which made him turn his attention back to his boss while keeping an eye on you. You were Jay's accompaniment for the celebration party of the company he worked in , no one knew that he was your boyfriend since he never clarified that you were his girlfriend — he thought it would be obvious especially since he said that he'd bring his girlfriend along. "Excuse me for a second", Jay replied , handing his glass to his boss before strutting over to you. A smile spread across your face as you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind , your hand resting on top of his arm and that's when the coworker finally saw that you wore an engagement ring. "Love , my boss would like to meet you", Jay said softly , rubbing his hand gently against your stomach as he leaned in and kissed your cheek. "If you'd excuse us", Jay nodded at his coworker before he took your hand in his , interlocking your fingers and leading you to his boss — introducing you to each other while he side glanced at the coworker

୨୧Jake

Jake had a bright smile on his face as he was on his way to a café , a place where Jake and you always met up during your lunch breaks since you two conveniently had lunch break around the same time. It doesn't matter if he just saw you this morning , he practically can't breathe and continue to live if he doesn't see you almost every single hour a day. But that smile soon faded when he spotted you talking to someone with a small smile on your face, he couldn't recognize the guy. His jaw clenched slightly as he walked into the café. the feeling of jealousy bubbling in his chest as he immediately walked over to you ,just to hear you giggling at whatever the guy was saying. "Hey Baby!", Jake interrupted your conversation , twirling you around to face him ,his hands placed on your waist as he leaned in and kisses you on the lips. Another giggle came from you as you kissed him back , your hands gently resting on his cheek which made his heart flutter. You broke the kiss and grabbed his hand , pulling him next to you as you gestured with your hand to the guy. "Jake , this is an old classmate of mine. This is my boyfriend Jake!", You introduced them to each other , Jake offering the guy a subtle nod which he returned with a small smile. "So you're Jake yeah? (Y/n) just told me a lot about you. It's nice to meet you", the guy grinned , stifling a laugh as he watched the way Jake's ears increasingly got redder. "He just told me about how he's getting married soon and invited us to his wedding", you turned to him with a smile before the guy told you to just text him whether or not you two would be coming before bidding his goodbye's. "Jaaaake? You weren't possible jealous , right?", your tone was clearly teasing , watching as he shook his head violently. "Nope! Absolutely no!"

୨୧Sunghoon

Sunghoon easily got jealous , he didn't like it whenever other guys were near you unless he knew them — but even then it bothered him , just slightly less if it were an stranger. To say he felt annoyed when Jay put his hand on your shoulder was an understatement , his eyebrow was twitching and his tongue was poking into his cheek. He knew he was right , he had a gut feeling all along that Jay developed a little crush on you — on one hand , Sunghoon couldn't blame him , you were an angel , but you were his angel. On the other hand , he felt annoyed because Jay knew that you were dating Sunghoon. Yes , Sunghoon was aware that no one could control their feelings , but come on. "Excuse us for a second..", Sunghoon grumbled as he took you by the waist , leading you to his room. "S-Sunghoon what has g-gotten into you?", you asked between heavy pants after he broke the heated kiss , your lips were red and slightly swollen to a point they felt sore. He had a firm grip on your waist as he pressed you against his wooden door, his hair tickling your jawline as his head dipped into the crook of your neck , his hot breath fanning against your skin. "Have to remind a certain someone who you belong to and that he can only dream of having you as his", Sunghoon mumbled , his lips brushing against your skin before he latched onto it , his fang grazing your skin as he nibbled on it.

୨୧Sunoo

It was rare for him to get jealous , very rare , but he couldn't help but roll his eyes whenever you giggled at your mutual male friends jokes — they weren't even funny , even Jay's jokes where funnier than that. His fingers impatiently tapped on the wooden table , reaching for his soju bottle with his other hand to take a huge gulp from it — maybe you just found the jokes funny because you were a bit tipsy , but even if he was full on drunk , the jokes wouldn't have been funny. And to add on it , that guy was way too close to you for his liking. He rolled his eyes one more time , side eyeing the guy before he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Sunoo leaned in and pressed a few kisses against your cheek , smiling when he heard you giggling and telling him that it tickled. His eyes glanced to the clock , finishing his bottle of soju before he cleared his throat. "I think we should go now , (Y/n) and I have to go to a family function tomorrow and it would be better for us not to drink too much. You guys have fun", Sunoo announced as he got up , slightly pulling you up with him and sighing when you protested a little. "Love , not now okay? You can drink all you want next week , I don't want you being hungover tomorrow", Sunoo whispered as he cupped your face , gently pressing a kiss on your pouty lips before grabbing your purse and Jacket — helping you put your jacket on while he kept carrying your purse.

୨୧Jungwon

You loved your Boyfriend to bits , but sometimes , he was a bit oblivious of his surroundings. Your eyebrows were a bit furrowed as huffed , your eyebrow twitching slightly in annoyance. You and Jungwon were outside , taking Maeumi on a walk in the park when you left for a second to look for Maeumi's ball that the little dog couldn't find as it was too far away. You came back to see a girl maybe a year younger than him talk to him , gushing about how cute Maeumi was and that she was so sad that she didn't bring her fog with her for a little "Play date". You knew how girls were , using that excuse to get closer to the owner. Your hand gripped the ball in your hand a bit tighter , having the urge to "accidentally" throw it at her but you took a deep breathe. The small dog perked up when you came into his view and tried to run to you , but the leash in Jungwon's hand made it unable for Maeumi to run to you — tugging constantly on the leash which made Jungwon look into your direction , a bright smile immediately stretching on his face. "(Y/n)! She has a Samoyed , those dogs you love so much!", Jungwon grinned , holding his arm open to put it over your shoulder as you walked over to stand next to him while you smiled down at Maeumi as the little dog kept putting his paws on your leg to get the ball. "A-Ah it's time for me to go now", the girl apologized , smiling with pursed lips before she left. Thankfully , Jungwon didn't notice that you were feeling jealous or else he would've teased you for the whole day.

୨୧Riki

You knew that by being a dancer , Riki often interacted with female dancers and you didn't had any problem with it since he was a dance instructor in his Family's dance company after all , but what you had a problem with was the fact that he had to do a partner dance with a girl. The dance was a slow and romantic one , a dance that made your stomach churn. Riki noticed that something was bothering you , seeming a bit less energetic as he talked about the dance. A small sigh escaped his lips , putting his hand on your waist to pull your closer to him as the two of you laid on his bed. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?", Riki asked , his thumb gently rubbing into your waist. "I just... do you have to be the one to do the dance with her..? You know that I have no problem with you dancing or interacting with girls since it is part of your job and hobby after all , but I feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea of you dancing with her to a romantic song..", you mumbled , feeling a bit ashamed for feeling uncomfortable with it but Riki let out a quiet laugh. "Why didn't you say so before? I'm just practicing with her because she wanted to surprise her girlfriend on their first date. She wanted to take her girlfriend to the beach for a picnic and wanted to dance with her under the moonlight. You don't have to be jealous ,I only love you but if you feel uncomfortable with it , I'll ask Konon if she'll practice with her instead of me", Riki reassured you with a loving yet playful grin on his face , leaning in to give your cheek a kiss — a small squeak coming from you as he playfully bit your cheek and laughed as you hit his chest.

[exhaslo]

Its the coldest day of the year so villain!miguel uses it as an exuse to cuddle with reader naked.

“its cold, we need to keep warm“ and you know miguel as a good heater he just keeps it off and his exuse is that ’he wants to save money’ but you know he can afford it.

lmao anything for the plot haha.

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut

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It had only been a couple of weeks since Miguel finally because Spider-Man.

The city's new tyrant.

Life for the two of you was great. You were Miguel's pretty little fiance, staying in his penthouse being a good girl. You didn't want to disappoint him. You just wanted to help him do good and accomplish his goals.

However, Miguel was abusing your easily manipulated mind to do his crimes. He would find every excuse in the book to get you pregnant. To load you with his seed and make the perfect offspring.

Not like you complained or pushed away his advances. Miguel knew that every little bit of affection he gave you just kept you in the palm of his hand.

"Coldest day of the year?" Miguel muttered as he checked the weather in his office, "(Y/N) is going to be freezing,"

Concerned for you, Miguel summoned you to his office. You still worked for him at Alchemax. After all, no one could ever do as good as a job as you.

"Yes, Miguel?" You entered the office, "I was working on your schedule for the week. You have a lot-"

"Come here,"

You tilted your head but smiled as you hurried to Miguel's desk. Taking your spot, you tried to hide your excitement as Miguel rested his head against your lap. His hands rubbing circles around your waist.

"I don't feel any layers," Miguel said with a grunt, pulling you onto his lap, "It's cold outside."

"I know," You snuggled against his chest, "I'm trying on those thermal clothes you suggested."

"Hn," Miguel was quick to take your shirt off, checking the thermal technology as you shivered.

"M-Miguel..."

"Still not enough," He grunted, putting the shirt back on you, "Cancel my next meeting and met me in my private lab."

"Okay,"

You reached for your tablet, cancelling Miguel's appointment while you sat on his lap. Miguel rubbed your head before placing you back on his desk and leaving the office.

He had an idea. A devilish idea.

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You hummed happily as you approached Miguel's private lab. It was on a floor of its own since Miguel liked his quiet. Entering the main room, you gasped and shivered towards the temperature. It was freezing inside the lab.

"I may have suggested the thermal clothing, but nothing is ever good enough for my woman." Miguel spat as he approached you, "Come, let's get you warm."

"B-But...i-it's so...so....c-c-cold." You stuttered.

"Needed to save money somewhere," Miguel lied casually as he pulled you into his embrace, "Besides, you won't be cold for long."

"M-Miguel-" You whimpered.

Miguel picked you up and brought you over to the experiment seat. He laid you down and hovered over your body. His hands already resting against your pussy, rubbing circles against your clothes.

"Your body is going to focus on keeping warm. I'm sure it will be easier for your body to accept my seed."

"M-Miggy," You whined, squirming slightly.

"You've been naughty. Only wearing one layer. Can't go easy on a bad girl,"

You shuddered towards his words as Miguel undid your pants. He threw them on the side and proceeded to rip your panties, claiming that he told you to stop wearing them. You just put them on because you were cold.

You went to reach for Miguel, but he proceeded to nibble on your hand in response. With a whine, you gripped your shirt as Miguel thrusted his dick inside you. You arched your back, having to wait for him to give you permission to hold him.

"Always so wet for me, now that's a good girl," Miguel said with a dark chuckle.

You moaned in response as Miguel started to slap his hips into you. The sheer force of his dick making use of your pussy so hasty made your mind fuzzy. You were used to Miguel having sex with you, but it still felt amazing each time.

How every thrust made you feel like butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. How he made you cum with barely any effort. Or how Miguel would always fill you to the brim, making you feel so full that you couldn't move.

Everything felt like a dream.

Your body started to warm up as you cam against Miguel's dick. Panting heavily as you squeezed around his cock, you tried to reach out for Miguel again.

"I suppose you deserve to now," Miguel grunted as he kept thrusting inside of you.

Holding onto Miguel, you moaned in his ear happily as you melted against his touch. Surrendering your body to him as he made a sloppy mess of your cunt.

You wanted to apologize for dirtying his lab chair, but you knew that Miguel didn't care. He brought you in here to make a baby. Shivering as you felt Miguel bottom out inside you, you clenched against him, wanting to enjoy the moment.

"You're still shivering. Can't stop until that changes, now can we?" Miguel asked with a chuckle.

You just agreed, gasping as he kept his charade of thrusts. The lab echoed with the slapping sound of skin. The gushing noises of your juices mixing with his cum. Your moans getting louder as your body grew more sensitive to his movements.

Your body was warm now for sure.

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Miguel sighed softly as he turned the heat back on in the lab. Now he felt relaxed and ready to get back to work. Glancing at you on the chair, Miguel withheld a chuckle. You were sleeping soundly with his lab coat over you.

His cum pouring out of your cunt. Another fine job. Approaching you, Miguel fixed the chair so that your lower body was raised, wanting to keep his seed inside you.

"Mhpm," You whined in your sleep.

"All for the sake of the future, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered, kissing your head before grabbing your tablet.

Miguel pulled a seat beside you, wanting to get back to work while you slept. He had Lyla checking on your stats, making sure that you wouldn't get too cold.

"Hm, now what excuse will I use tomorrow?"

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UGH I NEED VILLAIN!Miguel in my life.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[eratosmusings]

Stolen Destiny (IV)

summary: a proposal

warnings: adults only, all characters are over 18, past suicide, misogyny, allusions to murder, dark themes, canon typical violence, smut in future chapters

word count: 2k

previous chapter / dividers / masterlist

“The spitting image of your mother,” you hear more than once. Anger radiates from your father every time, yet he says nothing. He cannot in front of so many. How could he explain that the ghost of your mother fills him with such rage?

It’s a day spent in a stadium watching physical feats. It’s not all that entertaining in itself, but the guests are plied with drinks and food enough to not care. They place bets amongst themselves and you’re sure a few of them will end their visit here without a solari to their name. You want nothing more than to steal Irulan for the day, but duty kept her bound to the subjects who desired her attention. 

You weave through the crowd and let yourself be distracted by conversation with the lower houses. He watches. You can feel the weight of his gaze every time you smile or laugh or speak or breathe. 

“Looks like you’ve got someone’s attention,” one of the daughters giggles loudly. Others turn their heads. You brush it off and continue the conversation you’d been having about the next day's entertainment—an ancient play written before the Jihad.

The whispers of his attention follow you like his eyes. When it becomes overbearing you avoid it all and focus on the events in the arena. Men striking the ground with long poles to launch themselves over raised bars to see how far they land. The tightness in your shoulders eases when Feyd-Rautha finally breaks from the shadows. His looming figure shields you from the rays of the setting sun and the sight of intruding eyes as he stands beside you. “What uses would such a skill have?” he ponders. 

“Perhaps none,” you say. “But the strength they must build is noteworthy. These men train with swords and spears just as much as their poles.”

He hums in response as one of the men clears the bar. He lands the furthest you’ve seen, but his footing is poor. He doesn’t shout, though from his limp as walks away it’s evident the attempt injured him. “Perhaps they should train more on how they land.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, perhaps.”

Together you watch in silence as the event rolls into the next.

“I must admit my surprise at your appearance today, my lady. I had thought you preferred a more subdued look.”

A man runs with a spear in hand. Inches from a line they’d drawn in the grass he throws it. “That is my father’s preference.” The tip embeds itself in the ground yards away. “Is it yours as well?”

He does not answer. He cannot. Paul invades the space between you. “Giedi Prime is a desolate place, my lady. Color and beauty do not survive under their black sun.” He is wrong. Beauty raised under that sun stands beside him. “You would be at place in Caladan. The sunset would envy your beauty.” That has nothing to do with what you had asked.

“I had not realized you were a poet,” Feyd-Rautha taunts and a smile nearly bends your lips.

“How could one not be in the presence of such a divine creature?”

“You are too kind.” You step away from him, wishing he’d have kept his distance. Had his stares not been enough? Would he not get the opportunity to humiliate you once again in a few hours? “If you’ll excuse me.” That’s all you leave them with. You can bear him no longer.

Fandral keeps a better eye on you. You’re barely down a flight of stairs before he is at your side. It’s a silent return to the castle. He has something to say, you see it in the way his mouth twitches every so often as he sits across from you in the vehicle, but he lets you enjoy the peace for a bit longer.

You have no choice in your evening attire. A dress that’s a sister to the ones the other women will wear. Makeup that will be seen from afar. It’s the only thing you don’t mind for the performance.

Despite your early departure, you’re late to the small room off the Great Hall. Fandral doesn’t question the delay. You suspect he knows the reason well enough now. Disapproval colors his cheeks. 

Your tardiness is unnecessary. Paul has not arrived yet. Still, the swordmaster reprimands you for it. You tune it out until you’re free. It’s a small comfort to see the woman with your swords again. She offers encouragement with them before retreating with the others. Enviously you watch. How you wish Irulan were here with you.

Paul arrives only minutes before your set to perform. He doesn’t receive the same scolding you had. He only has time to don his own swords while you and the others begin to file out. A small blessing.

You let your eyes unfocus as you step into the crowded hall. It’s better to not see the faces. Or his. Each pluck of a string and swirl of a skirt brings you closer to the end. As the clang echos when your swords meet for the first time, you think of how easy it would be to stab at his skin. The blade is dull, but with enough speed and force it wouldn’t be of much consequence. He didn’t have his shield.  

The thought ends as the sword once more slips out of your hand. His hand locks around yours and pulls. His chest presses against your back in a mockery of an embrace. Your eyes burn as they come back in focus. Or perhaps it’s the green fire in his as they bore into you from above.

The music wans and the applause rises. You try to escape his arms, but he holds firm. It’s a quick dip of his gaze that signals his intent. Your face moves an inch in time for his lips to brush against your cheek. Whistles echo in the deafening noise.

Feyd-Rautha watches from his seat at the head table. He’s too far to make out his face, but he’s impossible to not recognize. The degradation weighs heavy in your throat. A day ago he’d seen you as a worthy opponent. How must he see you now?

You’re freed from the cage of his arms. You bow with the others but do not stay. You cannot soak in the humiliation a moment longer.

Paul calls for you. You do not stop. Your name bounces off the walls of the corridor as you hope he’ll end his pursuit. But he does not allow such a reprieve. A hand grips your upper arm.

“Let me go,” you hiss, trying to pull free. He does not.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” He rounds on you, confusion written in the lines of his face. “I was caught up in the moment. I’m sorry.” He means it. You do not care. “Return with me, please. It’s your celebration.”

“I cannot. I must return to my room.”

“Please. Irulan wishes to see you.”

Disgust sours your tongue. How poorly his father had raised him. “I am sure the princess would prefer you to return to her alone. She has had enough humiliation tonight, I think.”

His hand falls away. “Humiliation?” 

You scoff. “I understand it may be hard for you to understand, but no woman wants to see her future husband kiss another. Especially not in front of so many people.”

The bastard laughs. When he sees the unimpressed look on your face, he asks, “Have I not made my intentions obvious?” He smiles. “The dance is an old engagement tradition on Caladan.” He chuckles, shakes his head, and adds, “Well a condensed version. The old one was much longer.”

Time. That is what you tell him you need. And it is. To reverse it. To retract the knowledge of his impending proposal. To revoke the invitation extended to the Atreides. To undo his very conception. Time is all you need.

He misunderstands your shock for one of pleasure and allows you to return to your room unaccompanied. Fandral waits by the closed door. "Did you know?"

"The young lord mentioned his desire for a marriage yesterday. He asked I not tell you."

"And since when did you serve House Atreides?"

"It is a good match, my lady. You would be safe under his protection."

You push the door open. "You may return to your normal post, Fandral. I require a personal guard no longer."

Sleep comes only briefly. The wake in the dark, the image of an achromatic silhouette contrasted against the warm hues of sunrise embedded in your vision. You dress quickly and slip through the corridors. The sounds of the party still linger. It's too easy to go unnoticed and begin the hour-long hike. Every step springs forward a new emotion. Frustration. Despair. Disgust. Terror. Fury.

Solace as you hear a rock skitter across the path behind you. You continue on without looking back or calling to him. He knows you know. Nothing more needs to be said yet. You reach the same spot you'd picniced days before in that blissful silence. Only when the sky begins to color does he finally speak. "The sunrise on Geidi Prime is not so colorful."

"Like its people."

He grins that wide, black grin. "Yes, like its people."

The sun begins to crest over the horizon when you guide him to the canoe still tied to the end of the dock. He does not question as the oars break through the still surface. Even as the overgrown and greying marble pavilion comes into view. He eases the canoe onto the shore and gives his hand to help you disembark. How wonderful it is to touch him again. How dreadful to let it go again.

“My father had this built for my mother when they married.” You take the steps up the once grand gift. “He was so infatuated with her in the beginning. At least that’s what she told me.” You rest your hands against the railings and stare over the water. The marble is cool and coated with a layer of damp. “And then she gave birth to me.”

His warmth soaks into your back, hands resting on the rails beside yours. “He’d been promised a son.”

“One who would marry the emperor’s first born daughter and one day ascend the throne.”

His breath fans across your ear. “Your father was displeased.”

“He drove my mother to try again and again. But nothing. It drove her into madness. Tied rocks to her feet and walked into the water.” She hadn’t tied them well. They found her floating only a day after she went missing. “All for nothing. My father is the one incapable. All he has and will ever have is me.”

“More than he deserves.”

You turn in the small space he’s left between him and the railing. There is no more than an inch that separates your chests. The warmth of the sun makes you sweat. Or perhaps that is from his closeness. It would be a simple thing. A small tilt of your head, a gentle push forward. Lips pressing together. Your heart skips at the thought. The wind rustles through the leaves of the trees and breaks the trance.

"Paul Atriedes is going to ask for my hand."

"And it displeases you."

"Has he not taken enough? And now he wants to tie me to him for the remainder of my days? To submit to him and birth his own heir? How could that not displease me?"

"Deny him."

"My father will not allow that."

"Perhaps we needn’t worry what your father thinks. He enjoys his drink, yes? It is rather miraculous he has not had an accident yet."

Your smile, bright and wide, reflects on his face. How easy he is to manipulate. You hadn’t needed to suggest anything, the violence embedded in his blood coming to the conclusion on its own. “He does indeed. I fear his luck may not last much longer.”

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“Safe - Part Three”

mafia!harry x you

(“Safe” Masterlist)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: gunfire, talks of blood, angst, talks of death, and a bit of toxicity on Harry’s part for a few seconds

Plot: (Takes place after “Part Two”, but before “Part One”) You and Harry are out to dinner to celebrate six months together, but he’s met with interruption after interruption. The night takes an alarming turn - resulting in you begging him to be honest with you about who he really is.

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You sat alone at the table - Harry’s chair across from you being empty as he stepped away into a nearby hallway to take yet another phone call. This was the third one he had received since you got to the restaurant to celebrate six months of being together, and you weren’t sure if you had ever felt so unimportant to him.

Each time he got up from the table, he didn’t even excuse himself. He just got up and immediately pressed his phone to his ear.

It was obvious that Harry was passionate about his work, but you never thought that it would take priority in a setting such as this. The waiter had come over a few times now to check on you, and every single time Harry just happened to be gone. You felt pathetic. You knew you looked pathetic. A woman, in her most beautiful dress, being practically stood up by her boyfriend. Sure, he was still in the building, but this was no date.

You were having dinner all alone.

Dropping your fork onto the table, having been pushing your food around your plate anyway, you reached forward to grab your half finished glass of wine. You gulped it down before standing up while grabbing your purse off the back of the chair.

You weren’t going to sit around and be made a fool of any longer. If Harry wanted to fix this, he was going to have to put in a lot of effort. You didn’t take well to a man making you feel unworthy of his attention, especially when this whole thing was his idea.

Just as you turned your back to the table, and were starting towards the front of the restaurant, you felt a hand capture your wrist. You quickly looked over your shoulder, and you saw Harry with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“We have to go,” he stated, beginning to pull you through the restaurant after dropping money down onto the table to cover the bill.

You could hardly keep up as you walked through the front doors of the building, and you saw Heath, Harry’s driver, pulling up out front. Harry ushered you in before him, and then climbed in afterwards.

It was silent as Heath started down the road, and you stared at Harry as he typed away viciously on his phone.

“Harry,” you said, but he continued to ignore you.

With a roll of your eyes, and a huff leaving your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest and looked out the window as the streetlights passed you by. You hoped that he was taking you back to his, that way you could collect your things you had left with the intention of staying the night, and then you could go home.

It was only a few minutes later that Heath started to make turns you had never been through before, and you soon realized that you were driving down a gravel road that you couldn’t see the end of. You could hear the sounds of other cars pulling in beside Harry’s, and you clutched to the bench seat underneath you.

“Harry,” you repeated as you looked over to him, and you could feel your heart rate quickening. “Where are we? What’s going on?”

Heath stopped after a few more seconds, and Harry finally looked over to you. “Stay in the car, do you understand me?”

He got out before you could respond, and you could see that he walked over to Heath’s door. They talked quietly for a bit, and after that you watched as Harry walked into the building that was just a ways in front of you - several men hopping out of the other cars that had shown up to follow behind him.

“Heath, what are we doing here?” You asked, and Heath met your eyes in the rear view mirror.

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N. I can’t tell you that.”

Anger started to fester even more in your being, and you sat up a little more in your seat. “This is absolute bullshit, do you understand? I’m not some object to be dragged around and ignored when I’m looking for answers.”

Heath didn’t say anything further, and he kept his sights straight through the windshield - as if he was waiting and keeping watch on the building.

You let out a laugh of disbelief before looking back out your window. “This is ridiculous.”

You weren’t sure how many minutes it had been since Harry left the car as your mind was racing. You were so in your own head that you jumped once you heard Harry’s door open, and your eyes widened when you saw blood stains all over his white button-up and suit jacket, as well as his face and hands.

“Heath, drive!” Harry yelled as his chest heaved up and down, and you reached out to him as Heath started to obey the command.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, almost grabbing at his shirt before Harry’s hands wrapped around your wrists.

“It’s not mine. Don’t worry.”

As you opened your mouth to speak again, the sounds of bullets ricocheting off the back of the car echoed through the vehicle, and you screamed - going to cover yourself, but Harry still had a hold on you.

Before you knew it, your seatbelt had been unfastened, and you found yourself on your back on the floorboard of the car. Harry’s body was on top of yours as he cradled the back of your head in his hand - forcing your face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered in your ear as you sobbed, grabbing to the front of his suit jacket as your arms were pinned between the two of you - there was no part of your body that wasn’t covered by him. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Harry knew that his car was bulletproof, and it had been that way since he bought it, but you getting injured wasn’t a risk he was willing to take - regardless of that knowledge. He’d take every single bullet if it meant that you would come out unscathed.

Once the noise of the bullets died off, Harry pulled your head back down so he could properly look at you, and his heart ached as he saw your mascara streaked cheeks, and your red eyes.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You couldn’t even find the words to answer him. You were in a state of complete shock as he helped you up off the floor of the car, and he sat you back in your seat - doing your seatbelt back up. He did the same for himself before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s been taken care of,” you heard him mumble quietly to whoever was on the receiving end of his phone call. “Tried to come after me in the end, but the guys took care of it.”

The phone call goes on for another minute or two, but you’ve tuned it out. All you can think about is getting home.

Pushing yourself against the door, and as far away from Harry as possible, you wrapped your arms around your body as you continued to slightly tremble. You had never actually heard gunshots in person before, and you hoped you’d never have to again.

This was without a doubt the most terrifying experience of your life, and it hurt that it came at the hands of the man you had fallen madly in love with. It wasn’t something you had confessed to him yet. You knew Harry had a bit of a shield up when it came to love, so you weren’t going to force it on him, but you knew you loved him. 

“Y/N,” Harry saying your name brought you out of your thoughts, and it was then you realized you were at his house.

He didn’t say anything else as he got out of the car, and it was only a few seconds later that he opened your door. You stared at him for a minute before shaking your head.

“I want Heath to take me home,” you whispered, bottom lip trembling. “Please, just go get my bag, and let him take me home.”

Harry swallowed harshly as he looked over your face, and he felt himself growing sick in the stomach knowing he was the cause of you getting so worked up. He wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive himself for this.

“Please, baby, just…just come inside. I promise I’ll leave you alone. I just would feel a lot better about you being here with me tonight,” he coaxed you gently. “If you wake up in the morning, and the first thing you want to do is go home, then I’ll let Heath take you home.”

Truth was, he was scared that after what happened tonight that someone could still potentially try to get to you in order to get to him. He had been so careful about keeping you hidden away from this side of his life, but he had been tipped off tonight that one of his biggest rivals knew he had found himself a girl - that he was borderline settling down. The phone calls he was getting during dinner had kept him informed of the whereabouts of the man threatening you both, so when Harry knew his rival was going to be somewhere stationary for a bit, he went into action.

You felt completely conflicted. You had no idea why Harry had been caught up in back at that warehouse, and you didn’t know whether he was in the right or the wrong in terms of what happened. 

Had you seen too much now? Was this his way of getting rid of you too? But what if you didn’t comply, and you didn’t do what he asked right now? Were you just going to make it worse for yourself if you didn’t obey?

Sucking in a deep breath, you finally nodded at Harry as you slipped out of the car, and you started towards the house. You waited for him to unlock the door, and once he had, you immediately went into the downstairs bathroom to try and clean yourself up.

You used the makeup remover you had in there to wipe your face entirely, and you decided to try and provide yourself with some normalcy as you went through the steps of your nightly skincare routine.

You exited the bathroom, and went back into the living area of Harry’s home to find no sight of him. You figured he was probably cleaning himself up as well.

Cleaning up all that blood.

Your eyes caught sight of his bar cart in the corner of the room, and you walked over to it - pouring yourself a hefty glass of whiskey before taking a seat at the head of his dining room table. 

Sipping slowly, you stared blankly in front of you, and it wasn’t until you heard the sound of another glass meeting the table that your attention was stolen. You looked over to see Harry tracing his eyes over you, as if he were checking on you, before he sat down in the chair beside you.

He was now dressed in a pair of black joggers with a white tank top covering his torso - the black ink that lined his arms on full display for you to see.

It remained silent between the two of you for a while before you finally decided to speak - your emotions now focusing solely on your anger. “I need you to tell me who you are. Who you really are, and I need you to do it now.”

The scoff that left Harry’s mouth ignited something in you that you had never felt before, and you tightened your grip against the rocks glass in your hand.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” Harry stated with a shake of his head, and you knew you were on the verge of losing it entirely.

“If you don’t tell me, Harry, I will be more than happy to grab my things, and order myself my own Uber. I’ll leave here, and I’ll block your number. You’ll never see or hear from me again. Do I make that clear?”

Harry rolled his lips from one side to the other as he stared at you. “So that’s what you’re going to do, huh? Start giving me ultimatums? What do I scare you now or something?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, feeling tears of both fear and frustration filling your eyes again. “You do scare me. I’m fucking terrified of you right now!”

You watched as the look on Harry’s face softened, and you were almost certain that you could see his own tears pushing their way forward. “The last thing I want is for you to be scared of me, Y/N. That’s one of my biggest fears. It’s why…it’s why I’ve kept this all from you for so long.”

You had never seen Harry come even close to crying before, so as you watched his eyes start to glass over, you still felt a tugging in your heart. 

“Well, until I get some answers, I don’t know how else to feel when being around you,” you whispered, moisture beginning to coat your cheeks. “I need you to tell me, Harry, please.”

Harry’s head on his shoulders - chin meeting his chest as he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “I didn’t lie to you completely. I am an arms dealer, it’s just…not for the military.”

It was odd that you felt your heart tugging one moment, and then you felt it sinking into your stomach the next. You lifted your glass up to your lips, and took two large sips before putting it back down on the table.

“My father was a very powerful man when he was alive, and I was involved in a lot of it, however, when he died - I had to take over completely,” Harry continued, and you kept your eyes on him the entire time. “Tonight, a rival of ours was putting threats on me, and they somehow know about you now,” for the first time since speaking, Harry’s eyes met yours. “I’ve tried so hard to keep you hidden from all of this, but somehow someone found out that I’m involved with you.

“I’ve never had to be careful like this before because-” Harry cut himself off, clearing his throat as you saw the same tears from before glistening in his eyes again. “Because I’ve never been as involved with someone as I have been with you.”

You processed his words for a minute before speaking. “What I’m hearing is that you’re part of the Mafia?”

Harry knew that he needed to choose his next words carefully, and he took a sip of his drink as he tried to figure out how to phrase it.

“Y/N,” he sighed, looking into your eyes again. “I’m the head of my part of the Mafia.”

You could feel the color drain from your face as you slowly pressed your palms down against the table, and you pushed yourself out of your chair. Your steps were slow as you began to pace the area, and Harry watched you - riddled with worry.

“I can promise you that when you’re with me, you’re safe. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

It clicked in your head that you hadn’t seen Grant in a while. You stopped your pacing, and you looked over at him. Grant was officially a part of the mafia as well, so where had he gone?

“What happened to Grant? Were you so jealous that he almost had me first that you killed him?”

Harry slammed his hand down on the table, causing you to jump as he now stood up as well. “Grant was double crossing me, and he was actually doing it with the man I took care of tonight. I’m sure he was the one who revealed I had found someone that meant something to me. Grant was the reason they threatened us tonight.”

“So everyone knows now, huh?” You cried, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’ve got a target on my back, and you’ve got an even bigger one than usual on yours? This is fucked!”

“No,” Harry shook his head as he rounded the table to walk towards you. “They were the only ones who knew. We can still keep this away from the eyes of those who want to hurt us. We can-”

As he went to cup your face in his hands, you flinched away, and you watched as an expression you didn’t recognize took over Harry’s face.

He felt like his entire world could’ve shattered in that minute.

“You really are scared of me, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying not to be,” you told him honestly. “I just feel like I don’t even know who you are.”

“Y/N, baby,” Harry didn’t know what else to do. He felt like this was it. He was losing you. “I swear to you that I have been nothing but myself when I’ve been with you. Yes, I kept this a secret, but the way I feel about you, and how I’ve expressed that to you…that was all real.”

“But how can I know that? To me this just feels like I’m scraping the surface of your life, and I’m terrified that if I dig any deeper, I might not like what I see even more than I do right now.”

Now those were the words that broke Harry’s heart completely.

“Right,” he whispered, nodding his head.

He dragged the tips of his index and middle fingers along his chin, right under his bottom lip, before he let out a small laugh - picking up his glass from the table. It was then you saw tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’ll stay in my office tonight. You can sleep in my room, or the guest room...or wherever you feel most comfortable.”

No more words were spoken between the two of you as Harry walked up the staircase, and you heard the click of the door to his office.

After what he had told you, you knew it was best for you to stay here for the night. You believed he wouldn’t hurt you, that much was true, but discovering who he was overall is what was scaring you. This whole situation was blowing your mind. This was the furthest outcome of how you thought your night would end.

You gathered yourself as best as you could before also grabbing your glass - heading up the stairs. You walked into Harry’s bedroom and glanced over to the bed to see your overnight bag still sitting there. Your thoughts were immediately filled with how you’d be sleeping in that same bed alone tonight.

Slowly, your feet carried you over to the bed and you placed your glass down on the nightstand before sitting down at the foot of it - staring at your hands in your lap as tears continued to fall. 

All you could keep thinking about was how much you loved him. He had become your everything in just six months, and now you were being told that he’s been hiding something so big from you. You wished he had told you sooner, and under different circumstances. You wondered when he would’ve told you if the events tonight hadn’t taken place.

Harry treated you with such respect, and doted on you constantly. He had always been there when you needed him. He was truly the perfect boyfriend, and you hated that you were seeing him as something else now. You didn’t want to. 

Regardless of it all, you knew you still wanted him. But would you be able to look past this? 

The door to the bedroom clicking open startled you, and you lifted your head up to see Harry walking in - looking down at his feet. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quick,” he said as he started towards the en-suite, about to pass by you on the bed. “I just need my toothbrush.”

Once he was in front of you, you reached out, not letting yourself second guess it, and you wrapped your hand around his fingers. “Don’t go,” you whispered, swallowing down a sob. “Please stay in here with me.”

You heard Harry let out a shaky breath before he looked over to you. His eyes were red and slightly puffy, and you wondered if he had continued to cry the last few minutes like you had.

“You want me to stay?” He asked, his voice sounding strained.

“Yes, I don’t want to be alone,” you confessed. “I don’t want to be without you. I’m sorry.”

This time you couldn’t force your sob away, and you dropped your head down on your shoulders as your whole body began to shake. Harry quickly sat down beside you, pulling you into his arms while pressing a kiss to your temple. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Not a damn thing. I should be on my knees begging you for forgiveness. I’ve been foolish keeping you in the dark.”

You buried yourself into Harry’s chest as he maneuvered you around so that you were sitting in his lap. He continued to press kisses against your face as you cried, and you were sure you felt tears of his own mixing in.

“I love you,” you whimpered, gripping the back of his tank top in your hands as you held him close. “I love you so much, Harry.”

It may not have been the best time for your confession, but you couldn’t help it. You were so overwhelmed, and your emotions were heightened. You didn’t expect for him to say it back - you didn’t care if he did. You just needed to let him know.

“Y/N,” Harry brought one of his hands up to pull your face back so he could properly look at you. You watched as his eyes danced over your face, and he ghosted the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip before speaking again. “I love you too.”

Both of your mouths turned upwards into smiles, and you let out a soft laugh as you lifted your hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I didn’t expect you to say it back.”

“I’ve known it for a while. I just don’t know when to say it. You know me, I’m not good with the romantic side of things,” he said, now tracing your upper lip. “But you’ve got my entire heart, love. It belongs only to you.”

Leaning down, Harry pressed his lips against yours, and you could feel the tension in both of your bodies relax as soon as they touched. You parted your lips after a moment, letting Harry roll his tongue into your mouth as you shifted over his thighs. 

At that moment, you thought that you could just sit there and kiss him like that forever - that you’d never feel the need for anything else but his mouth upon yours and his hands caressing your body.

Once Harry pulled back, the disconnect of your kiss echoed around the room in the form of a small ‘smack’, and you fluttered your eyes open to look into his.

“I thought I lost you,” he shook his head. “But I wouldn’t have blamed you for that.”

“I have a lot of questions,” you told him honestly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “But if you promise to be honest from now going forward about everything, then I’m still yours, Harry.”

Sucking a deep breath, Harry dropped his face into the side of your neck for a moment - puckering his lips against your skin quickly before sitting back up to properly look at you.

“I promise, Y/N. No more hiding,” he assured you, running the back of his fingers along your cheek.

You both continued to gaze at each other for a while, taking each other in completely, before engaging in another deep kiss.

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[mustainegf]

Fluff w/ James where the reader is having a sleep over at the metallimansion and he asks the reader to braid his hair and in return they try to teach him how to do it too but he's really bad and he feels bad that he knotted up the reader's hair so they cuddle and the reader just reassures him that it's okay

I’m gonna kiss him EVERYWHERE DUDE

I had always liked the laid-back, almost chaotic vibe of James' house. It was a rambling, old-fashioned place filled with mismatched furniture and band posters on the walls, reflecting the eclectic personalities of its residents, James and his bandmates.

Tonight, I was staying over for the first time.

James and I were cuddled up on the worn-out sofa in the living room.

His bandmates had retreated to their rooms or were out for the night, leaving us in a rare moment of solitude.

His head was resting on my lap, his long, unruly hair sprawled out like a dark, tangled sea.

I ran my fingers through it absentmindedly, feeling the soft strands glide through my fingers.

"Hey, I was actually curious about something," James said, his voice slightly muffled by my sweater.

“What's up?" I replied, looking down at him with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. "Would you braid my hair?"

I blinked, surprised by the unexpected request. "I'd love to!" I said, my smile widening. "Why didn't you ask earlier?"

“I don't know," he admitted, looking a bit embarrassed. "I thought it might be weird."

I chuckled softly. "Not weird at all, James. Come on, sit up."

He shifted, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His hair, long and thick, was perfect for braiding.

I separated it into sections and began weaving them together.

The room was quiet except for the distant hum of a bassline coming from one of the bedrooms.

As I worked, I could feel the tension melting from his shoulders, his eyes half-closed in relaxation.

“You know," he said after a while, "I've always wondered how you do this. It looks so complicated."

“It's not that hard once you get the hang of it," I replied, tying off the end of the braid with a small elastic band I found on my wrist. "I could teach you if you want."

He laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "Yeah, right. I'd probably make a mess of it."

"I can teach you," I insisted, feeling a bit playful. "Come on, give it a try."

I turned around, gathering my own hair into a loose ponytail and then splitting it into three sections. James looked at the strands with trepidation, his fingers hovering uncertainly.

"Okay, so you take the right section and cross it over the middle," I instructed. "Then you take the left section and cross it over the new middle section. It's like a pattern—right over middle, left over middle."

He nodded, biting his lip in concentration as he tried to follow my instructions.

His hands were clumsy at first, the strands slipping from his fingers. I could feel the tension in his movements, the gentle tugging as he struggled to keep the sections separate.

“You're doing good, Jamie," I encouraged with a giggle, even though I could feel the knots forming in my hair.

He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. "I don't know how you do this so easily," he said, his frustration evident.

"It's just practice," I said, giggling slightly as another knot tightened. "You're doing fine."

Finally, he stopped, letting out a deep sigh. "Shit, baby… I think I just made a huge mess."

I reached up, feeling the tangled sections of hair and couldn't help but laugh. "Well, it's definitely... unique."

James looked genuinely remorseful. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

“Hey, it's okay," I interrupted, pulling him close. "It's just hair. We can fix it."

He wrapped his arms around me, resting his forehead against mine. "You're way too nice to me."

"That's because you're worth it," I said softly, running my fingers over his smooth braid. "And besides, now we have an excuse to cuddle."

We lay back down on the sofa, his head on my chest this time.

The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, the rise and fall of his breathing soothing. I stroked my hair, gently working out the tangles he'd accidentally created.

"I'm really sorry about the knots," he murmured, his voice drowsy.

"It's okay, you don’t have to apologize, James," I reassured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He smiled against my skin, his arms tightening around me. "I love you," he whispered, the words making my heart skip a beat.

"I love you too," I replied, feeling a warmth grip my chest.

We lay there in comfortable silence, everything felt perfect. Just the two of us, tangled hair and all, wrapped up in each other.

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 4

Part 4:

There was a hand on her boob. When Liana opened her eyes in complete darkness, it took her a moment to remember where she was. Art was sick. She was in his room because she wanted to make sure he fell asleep; in reality, she fell asleep herself. Now their legs were tangled, his heavy breaths tickled her neck where his head was buried, one of his hands was holding her waist, and the other, well... it was on her chest.

She knew it wasn’t intentional. None of what happened in the last day was intentional. That’s not her relationship with Art. It’s a glitch in time. One of those moments where the universe collapses into itself and needs to fold a bit to straighten the course. She considered waking him with a sharp movement but remembered how miserable and wretched he looked yesterday. He would cry from embarrassment if she woke him now, with them in this position. So she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to deal with the problem in the morning, if necessary. She tried to remind herself that the more Art slept, the faster he would recover, and she could return to her routine. With these thoughts and his breaths as a grounding factor, she managed to fall asleep. When she opened her eyes again, Art was gone. 'The fever broke. Thanks for everything, Li, went for a run' was the message waiting for her on her phone, making her smile unconsciously. The glitch was over.

The last two months were harder than Art was willing to admit. The studies and training were grueling. The routine was exhausting. And Tashi was still in a relationship with Patrick. Art didn’t know why it bothered him so much. I mean, of course he knew. Tashi was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. But it’s not like he lacked girls around him who were just waiting for him to say hello to jump into his bed. Maybe he was thinking about it more than usual because lately, Liana didn’t have a free moment. She was stressed from exams and choosing her major. She didn’t tell him that, he just knew her. Liana was the most calculated person he knew. She made long-term plans, for no real reason. When Patrick would come, she would plan the time she spent with them two weeks in advance. Art knew the uncertainty about her major weighed on her. He also didn’t know how to help her. His life was clear to him; Tennis. Tennis, family, and Patrick. Everything was clear, easy, and unchallenging. Patrick was supposed to visit in two days, and Art would never say it out loud because that’s his best friend, but he hated it. He knew Patrick was coming to be with Tashi, that he would waste Liana’s time, and in the end, he wouldn’t have time to sit with him at all. Maybe that’s what made him approach Tashi while she was collecting balls from the court after practice. “Art...” she said in a dubious voice, not fully understanding what he was doing there. Their schedules almost never overlapped. Their practices were at different times. He thought of inviting her to eat first, using some of his cafeteria points, but he remembered that Liana preferred their cafeteria over the one near her campus. “Do you need help?” he offered instead. “Sure, why not.” Tashi shrugged, her voice unconvincing. She knew he wasn’t just here. She knew Patrick was supposed to arrive and that Art was going to say something that would anger her. “I see you want to say something, so just say it.” She placed the basket of balls down, folding her arms. “Okay.” He sighed, moving towards the bench as she walked after him. “Patrick is coming the day after tomorrow.” He said. “I’m aware.” Her answers were sharp. She didn’t have time to waste on him and his circling around without saying what he wanted. “Do you want to plan a surprise party or something?” she asked jokingly, trying to move the conversation along. “Why are you still with him?” He looked her in the eyes, deciding to be direct. “Excuse me?” She raised an eyebrow, her face changing. She was no longer curious; she was angry. “He’s in love with Liana.” Art said automatically. He seemed as surprised by the words that came out of his mouth as she did. Patrick is in love with Liana? No way. At least he didn’t think so. So why did he say that? Now the thought that Patrick wanted Liana while he was with Tashi, the most beautiful girl he knew, wouldn’t leave his head. Tashi continued to look at him without saying anything, then chuckled, making him raise an eyebrow. “No, Art. You’re in love with Liana.” She rolled her eyes, her level of anger rising. “Absolutely n—” he started to defend himself but was immediately cut off. “And even if he does. Even if he wants to marry Liana. Even if he’s sure she will be the mother of his children. What do you want from me?!” She shouted the end of the sentence, causing Art to shrink for a moment. “Aren’t you supposed to be his best friend?” she asked, starting to walk away. “I’m not in love with Liana.” Was all he managed to say in response, “She’s my best friend,” he muttered, quickly following her, not fully understanding why he was explaining this. “Art,” Tashi suddenly stopped, close to him. “I suggest you open a dictionary to check what ‘best friend’ means and when you understand, don’t cry that you lost yours.” She ended the conversation (which led nowhere) and only pushed him further from his goal and confused him about what the goal even was. Why did he start this? He hadn’t seen Patrick for too long. Or Liana.

When Liana entered her room, around midnight, Patrick and Art were there. “Give me the key!” She extended her hand towards Art, who just smiled. They both knew he wouldn’t give it. “I could have been with someone. I could have entered here with someone, and at the peak of the atmosphere when we enter my room, you’re here!” She raised her voice, but not too loud because the hour didn’t allow it. “I’m not joking, Art, give me the key. You can’t come in here whenever you feel like it! Tell him!” She turned the end towards Patrick. Talking to him as if it were completely natural for him to be at Stanford in the middle of the night. “Who is this mysterious man she could have entered with at night, Art? I thought you were keeping an eye on her,” Patrick’s voice was amused, but the thought of Liana bringing a random guy to her room didn’t appeal to him. “That’s why I have a key, to scare off guys she meets in the library. Once, I saw her hanging out with someone who wore Crocs,” he said to him. They talked about her as if she wasn’t there, knowing full well it was the thing she hated most. “Out. Both of you, out!” She crossed her arms under her chest. “Hey, Amanda the lowbreaker, are you going to hug me and say hi, or just yell at me?” Patrick understood that her nerves were frayed at this stage of the day. “Amanda?” Art asked, not understanding what they were talking about. “She knows.” Patrick didn’t look at Art for a second. He only saw Liana. Her dark hair, identical to his, was tied in a messy ponytail, and there was a coffee stain on her shirt. She looked exhausted, yet she approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist, causing him to close his eyes for a moment. If Patrick could pinpoint the smell he loved most in the world, he would say it was citrus and roses. Liana’s scent. To him, it characterized summer from the moment he met her; smelling it in the middle of the year felt like a bonus. Like a pay raise for a job well done. Even though he knew nothing about his job was going well. Art cleared his throat, and they separated. “What are you doing here?” She really sounded exhausted. Like she hadn’t slept in a while. “I told you I was coming. I put my things in Tashi’s room and wanted to say hi before you go to sleep. We’ll hang out tomorrow, okay?” he asked at the end, his voice begging for a positive response. He couldn’t leave without making the most of the time he had with her. Time she would have to allow. Art watched the dynamic between them from the side. Thinking about what he said to Tashi; Patrick is in love with Liana. Patrick is in love with Liana. Patrick is in love with Liana. Like a mantra he couldn’t stop hearing for two days. Now also seeing it. Patrick is in love with Liana? Maybe it’s a crush? Art tried to remember how Patrick was with the girls at school, did he hug them for too long? Did they have private jokes? How did he look at them? “I don’t know if I can, Pat, I have an exam in two days...” her voice was apologetic. "Then I'll just sit next to you while you study. Come on, you can't say no to me." His smile was genuine, teeth showing. Not a smirk. "Alright..." Liana shrugged, her tone half-defeated, half-amused. "But you have to promise to behave and let me study," she said with absolute seriousness. "I'll behave however you want, Amanda. I'll be the quietest, I'll be so good for you. The best boy in the world," he winked. It was objectively funny banter. Tho Art wasn't amused. "Okay, fuck off, both of you. Now. I want to sleep!" she declared, giving Art a small push, shaking him out of his daze. Patrick is in love with Liana.

Hey there, me again. Is posting once a day a bit too much? I hope you're enjoying it. Tell me what you think about the characters so far. Also, tell me if you want to be tagged for the next part. Have a great weekend ❤️

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[novasintheroom]

i imagine at some point, prince vash just couldn’t stop staring at his wife. completely mesmerized even! she feels the longing stare and decides to tease him a bit without looking at him, “careful now, dear prince. i might actually think that you’re falling for me.” at that moment, vash’s heart flutters a lot 💗✨

You're beautiful.

That's what Vash decides today.

He watches you. Stares as you shuffle through books in the library, trying to find the right laws, the right verbiage to answer the paperwork before you. He tries to help when he can, but you're independent for a princess, often giving him playful glares when he reaches for a book too high for you.

Vash had long ago given up on his own work. It was too boring, and besides, he had a pretty girl to stare at instead.

Pretty. Pah. Such a boring word to describe you.

You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Enchanting.

Your mind is brilliant. Your wit is sharp. And, you get along with his people so well. The outings you both take regularly now have people eagerly waiting to see their princess, rather than just Vash. He doesn't mind, though. The way you compliment the women of the towns you visit, or entertain the children at the orphanage is too kind, too sweet. Vash has caught himself staring more than once at your pleasant nature.

He watches your figure now, the way your dress hugs your curves until your waist where it flows out to a modest length. Your hair is pulled back by a net today, sitting in a bundle at the base of your neck. You roll that neck and Vash stares. That little mole on your skin looks particularly delicious today.

Suddenly, you pause, having just opened a book and stare at the page. A quirk of your lips comes before Vash knows what's going on. "You're staring again."

He feels the blush creep up his shoulders and neck. Clearing his throat, he tries for an excuse. "I was just waiting for you to find...the, uh..."

You look over, brows quirking up as you wait for him to finish his sentence. "The 'uh'...what?"

Despite his embarrassment, Vash laughs and looks down. "Sorry. Won't happen again."

You both know it's a lie.

You turn back to the book, flipping the page and smiling. "Careful, prince, or I might think you're falling for me."

It's such a one-off, teasing response - one that he should be used to by now. But it sets his heart going, and Vash knows he's red as the coat he wears.

Maybe...I am. He admits to himself. Would that be so bad? He decides not. So he places his cheek in his palm and leans into it, staring at you all over again.

[nonotnolan]

Jock Cock, Part 2

Check out Part 1 here.

"Excuse me, Professor Jones?" I wasn't expecting to be recognized out in public, but I did live in town, and it wasn't unheard of for a few of my more friendly students to engage in small talk if they happened to see me out grocery shopping or what have you. I'm usually too introverted to develop deep bonds with students, especially over a trivial intro course, but some people just want to be social.

"Please, just Mr. Jones. Or Kevin. I'm a teaching assistant, not a… Jared?" I certainly wasn't expecting a member of the basketball team greeting me out in public. "Do I… I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to be recognized. I don't think you've ever been enrolled in one of my classes?"

He smiled at me, letting his bags drop to the ground. "Well, we've crossed paths before, I just didn't make much of an impression on you. I don't take it personally, I was a pretty non-descript guy." The thought of Jared ever blending into a crowd was… ridiculous, to say the least. My skepticism must have shown up on my face, because he started laughing at me. "The real me, not Jared. I'm the same guy who swapped with Adam last month."

I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I recalled that night. He dumped three different loads in my ass once he was no longer my student. It was one of the most risky hookups I have ever had, but that made it all the more exciting. Especially since the man inside of Adam's body clearly had experience. Most guys with a fuck stick over seven inches were terrible in bed, but he was diligent about both foreplay and aftercare. Snuggling against a tight chest of rippling muscles, breathing deeply the manly aroma of his musky pits, gazing deeply into his eyes as his fingers ran through my hair… I didn't even realize I was daydreaming until I felt the strain of my cock against my boxer briefs.

"You wanna do it again?" he said, whispering softly. "Jared hired me to take care of Summer School exams for him. I've still got two more days inside of this body, and I'd love to see you again. That razor sharp mind of yours is just… the fucking sexiest thing about you, Kev. I want to be near you, I want to pull you in close and hold you tight." The stranger's hand slid down to his crotch and cupped his junk. "And I want to rail you with this jock cock until you scream."

I started to fidget with my suit jacket. "Jared... Adam... whoever it is that you are... look, it was risky enough when you were in the body of someone who graduated. Jared is... what, a junior? He's barely 21. And he's still a student"

"But he's not your student," countered the stranger. "I looked up the university policy. It only matters if there is a conflict of interest, like student and teacher. And age means nothing as long as the body is legal, which it is. Besides, you're... what, mid 30s? A bit older? That's nothing for hookup culture."

As always, the man had a point. Was he always this confident, or was that a side effect of wearing a jock's skin? "I mean, you're right, I just... I'm not a big fan of hookup culture. I know we had that night when you were Adam, but... I'd much rather go on a date and get to know you first. And I can't help but feel guilty that these athletes don't know you're having sex in their bodies, so that plus the hookup guilt is... it's a bit much for me. I really should say no. It's not personal."

Jared, the man inside of Jared, just smiled at me. "I don't know what sort of operation you think I'm running, but I make them all sign contracts that outline everything I'm allowed to do while I'm inside in their body, sex included. So if you don't want a hookup, I guess I'll just have to hang out a bit before we fuck. Why don't you come back to my place? We can hang out at the pool before we head upstairs."

"Pretty nice apartment complex, right? Jared's parents are loaded." He smiled at me as I glanced around the property. I knew the buildings in this part of town were incredibly expensive, but I didn't realize just how extravagant they were.

My eyes were drawn to the water droplets running down his muscular pecs. "Well, honestly, I assumed it was due to his status as a star athlete," I said, trying to keep my eyes focused on his face.

He shook his head. "Nah, they barely get paid anything, and the regulations around it are pretty bullshit. The scholarships cover the classes, but anything else is a crapshoot. Most of the athletes I hop into, I have them pay me by giving me extra time in their body. I don't think I could ever develop all this," he gestured at his chest for emphasis, "on my own. Being a jock is a lot of hard work and dedication, but borrowing it? Much easier. I love being able to borrow bodies like this, and doing their schoolwork is a breeze. It's a pretty sweet gig for someone like me."

"It sounds like you're being a bit hard on yourself, Mr...?"

The man in Jared's body shrugged. "Call me Mike, if you want. Or you can call me Fuck. That's what you'll be screaming later, when I'm balls deep in that ass of yours." It was one of the dumbest lines I'd heard, but the delivery was aided by the absolute stud who said it. "Come on, let's head upstairs. If you want a date, we can have coffee between rounds."

"You are going to be the death of me," I said, panting for breath. I could feel the sweat dripping down my thighs-- among other fluids, given that I'd already taken two loads from Mike's current body. I was falling for him, hard. "Okay, I have to be awkward. You clearly have a crush on me if you're trying to find me when you're in these hot bodies. But if you're not going to let me return the favor… where do you see this going?"

He just started laughing. "Why does it have to go anywhere? We're just two gay guys enjoying a series of casual hookups. It happens all the time."

I rolled off of the mattress and walked over to where I had tossed off most of my clothes. "Because I want it to go somewhere, Jar-- Mike. I don't want to have a series of casual hookups. I know a lot of guys are fine with that sort of culture, but… I'm not. I need more than this."

"Whoa, hey…" He came up behind me and pulled me close, and I could feel the warmth of his body. "Kevin. My guy. You don't even know what I look like. Are you in love with me, the idea of me, or the jock cock that I can provide to you?" He started grinding his growing erection against my bare ass for emphasis-- God, of course Jared's body was already prepared for round three. "I promise you, a relationship will never live up to your dreams. Don't ruin a good thing by trying to get even more. Just sit back and enjoy the dick, for as long as I can supply it."

I brushed his arm off my shoulder and stepped further away. "I can't… Mike, I'm not going to settle for 'good enough' in matters of love. And if that means ruining a good thing to chase what I want… what I need? That's what I'm going to do." I kept waiting for him to say something as I started getting dressed, but he just stared at me with his arms crossed.

He followed me out of the apartment, though he remained silent as he walked behind me. I guess he thought I would realize that his dick was too good to leave, and he had been right all along? I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. We were both too stubborn to admit defeat.

"I'll… see you around in some other college stud, I guess."

[maybege]

What If - Part 4

Summary: Mandalore approached and you cannot help but feel like something is about to go terribly wrong.  

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, size kink (Paz is big-big), (semi-)public sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, knotting, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, Angst with a capital A, fluffy fluf

As we say in German “Was lange wärht, wird endlich gut” which is what I am using as my excuse for why this took so long. The truth is: depression is a bitch, real life is a bitch and creativity and time for writing are like the same side of two magnets that do not want to even go near each other. Anyway, we made it!!!

There are a few people I gotta thank for this. First and foremost the iconic, the brilliant @mostly-megan who not only suffers through all the random AU ideas I have (and there are a LOT of them) but also brainstorms with me. The Ragnar Scene and also a very (very!) lovely scene towards the end of this part would not exist without her and for that, I am very grateful. Then, of course, the ever-present, ever-lurking genius that is the Boba Tea Anon who is in the Paz trenches right there with me and encourages me in everything I do (even if it is just a – I promise one day I will do a Lord Huron Paz piece!). Also, a very special shout out to Neyo (@galacticgraffiti) who gave the Mando kids their names, suffers through The Horn Knee with me and is always there to cheer me on. And then, of course, all you Paz girlies (gn) who make me feel like a sane person while I ramble about a faceless man who appeared for a total of 23 minutes (if that) and is – canonically – dead anyway. You make sharing my writing worthwhile in the first place and I will be forever grateful for getting to share my writing with you.

And with that – on to the last part (and the new canon for me lol). Please let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

There was a certain impatience to him you had not expected at the last meal. When the announcement came that you were approaching Mandalore, Paz – who had spent the dinner between you and Ragnar – had pulled you into his lap, his arms like iron around your body. Ragnar had wandered off to the front with all the other foundlings, expectantly looking up at the clan leaders.

You had turned your face into Paz’s neck, trying to get his scent on you. You could not believe how you had only known this man for a few days – a week, at most! – and yet his scent was the only thing that seemed to calm you down. And it was no different for him.

The alpha’s hand immediately found your scent gland and you shivered as the soft leather brushed over your skin. It did not take long until he pulled his gloves off, settling them into your lap, before resuming his motions.

The nervous energy in the room was palpable but it was practically radiating off him and it inevitably affected you as well. Where you had been excited, if a bit reluctant, a few weeks ago at the prospect of reclaiming Mandalore, now there was only a strange sense of dread in your stomach. One that even the alpha could not dissolve.

“When you wake up tomorrow, some of us will set foot on our homeland for the first time in too many years,” Briggs announced, his serious gaze roaming over the packed hall, “I cannot promise you it will be easy. I cannot promise we will all wake up to the sight of Mandalore. But we will die trying.”

You could see Ragnar looking back at his father who tilted his head. A gesture meant to be reassuring but only resulted in you questioning whether Paz would be one of those dying. You shifted nervously, causing Paz to tighten his hold on your waist.

“Calm down, love,” he rumbled quietly behind you, “It will be alright.”

Forcing yourself to nod, you gripped his large hand tightly, trying to burn into your brain what it was like to touch him,

“Rest well and rest assured that tomorrow will mark the start of a brand new era,” Briggs raised his glass, “And let us toast to our home!”

“To our home!”

Everyone lifted their glasses and the conversations resumed, a constant background roar that reminded you of the countless fates that were tied to the success of this mission. A strange feeling started in your chest, and not the kind that Paz’s presence usually caused.

You shifted again, watching as the crowd dissipated and the foundlings were walked off to bed. Their excited chatter moved down the hall and something cold clenched your heart when you watched Ragnar wave at his father.

Immediately everything quieted down. With everyone returning to their own conversations and the hall being considerably more empty now, Paz did not waste any time. His hands landed on your thighs and you managed a wobbly smile.

 “What is going on in your pretty head?” he asked you, his fingers skimming over your thighs, “You’ve been squirmy all evening.”

“Who says something is on my mind?”, you popped a berry into your mouth, grimacing at the sudden sour taste.

“True,” he laughed, “You might have just spent dinner thinking about when you can finally sit on my cock again.”

“Paz!” you gasped, “you cannot – I mean – what if –“ You glanced around with flushed cheeks, relieved to see that no one had seemed to hear his indecent theory.

He laughed again and the sound made your heart and body melt. “I will never tire of making you flustered,” he murmured, his big hands pulling you closer, “Though I actually would not mind having you cockwarm me tonight, sweet omega,” his fingers brushed the underside of your breasts and you shivered, “I would be lying if I said I could ever get enough of you.”

“I actually had something similar in mind,” you admitted shyly, slipping off his lap and enjoying the way his hands followed you and his body leant into you. As if he wanted to keep touching you, as if he never wanted to let you go. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled.

“I … would like to try something?”

He leant back, his legs spreading with the movement and your teeth dug into your bottom lip at the sight of the obvious bulge in his pants. “Oh yeah, omega, and what would that be?”

You made a few steps away, making sure that your robe (a dark blue, just like his armour) swished around your form as enticingly as possible. Paz’s head turned to follow your movement from your place in front of him to a chair in a dark alcove, dressed in shadows where you knelt down right in front of it.

The big alapha hummed, rising to his feet, knowing exactly what it was you had in mind. “I think I can get behind that idea.”

From the other sounds that were floating through the cantina, you knew that illicit things were already well underway. Most of them likely more graphic and adventurous than what you had in mind. Still, you felt a little nervous at the prospect of sucking Paz Vizsla’s cock.

But for some reason, this was exactly what you needed. You wanted to bring him pleasure, so much pleasure.

You watched as he pulled off his cape, folding it expertly before motioning for you to stand. He dropped it on the floor, his hand steadying your elbow as you sunk down on the soft fabric. “Don’t want you uncomfortable,” he announced, before sitting down in the chair.

He looked big like this, bigger than usual. And oh so confident it already made your panties wet. His knees spread, the trunks he called thigh caging you in and you watched with bated breath as his fingers undid his codpiece, expertly freeing his cock.

He was already hard and dripping precome, the knot at the base slightly inflated and you squeezed your thighs. It was not like you had never seen his cock before and it certainly was not as if he had not fucked you before. Yet, the sheer size of him and the thought of taking him in your mouth overwhelmed you a little.

Where were you supposed to start?

But when one big rough hand closed around his shaft and Paz started to jerk off right in front of you, you could not help but to simply … dive in.

Opening your mouth as far as it would go, you closed your lips around his tip, one hand struggling to fit around him. The grunt he let out, paired with a twitch of his hips, had you smiling around him.

“Stars above,” he cursed, “Warn a man next time, won’t you, love?”

You looked up at him, teary-eyed, while your tongue licked the underside of him. Or at least the part you could reach. He was heavy in your mouth, heavy and big and he tasted of something that made you want more. Slowly, you moved forward trying to take more of him but soon enough, he bumped something at the back of your throat and you sputtered.

Before you could panic about breathing, Paz had pulled out of you, his large hand cupping your cheek while the other was still wrapped around the base of his cock. “Deep breaths, omega,” he soothed you, his hand leisurely stroking himself, “You are doing so good for, trying to take it all.”

“You’re so big,” you marvelled, wrapping your hands around him, “I want it all, alpha, I – Paz, I really want it all.”

“Want my help?” he asked, “Might have to be a little rougher, though, sweet omega, and I can smell how much that turns you on but I need you to tell me – Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly, darting your tongue out to lick at him. “I am sure, alpha,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip, “I promise.”

“If it is too much, tap my thigh three times, understood?”

You nodded again, shifting on your makeshift pillowed. Your thighs were already drenched at this point and you wondered whether you could come just from sucking him off. It seemed like you would be able to do a lot of things when it came to Paz.

His grip on your face loosened just the tiniest bit. “Open up for me,” he ordered, pulling your face towards him, “There we fucking go. Gorgeous.”

“I will never tire of this sight,” he groaned, “You struggling to take my size, trying to be so good for me,” he shifted, his hips surging forward and you smiled with pride when you did not gag this time, “Can I go deeper, love? Is that okay?”

With your position between his legs, your jaw wide open around him, you could not really nod. But Paz seemed to recognize the excited twinkle in your eye because you could hear the grin in his voice when he muttered a “Stars, you’re perfect.”

You took great care to keep your breathing even and through your nose, experimentally swirling your tongue around him every time he pulled out of your mouth. His thrusts grew heavier, his hold on you tighter and you swore you were this close to coming just from the sheer sight of his shaft covered in the sheen of you.

It was not long before he came in thick spurts on your tongue. You struggled to swallow it all, your throat working overtime as you did your best to swallow around him. “Good girl,” he praised you, “My good fucking girl.”

Your heart jumped in your chest as you licked him clean, not quite ready to let go of this intimacy.

His hand came to your chin, gently scooping up some of the come that had spilt from your lips. “Here you go,” he offered his coated thumb and you sucked the digit into your mouth without hesitation. You could never get enough of his taste.

“Let’s retire for the night, love,” he suggested, “We have a long day ahead of us.”

*

By the time you got settled in your bunk, you knew it was only a few hours before everything would start. Before you had to say goodbye.

Paz had excused himself, leaving you to get ready for bed alone before he appeared by your side, dressed completely in his armour.

“Are you okay?”

“Said goodbye to Ragnar,” he explained, sitting down on the little cot, hunching his shoulders over so he would not hit his head.

“Oh.”

Somewhere behind the curtains, someone snored.

Paz grunted when he laid down, his giant arm reaching out and pulling your back to his front.

“Is this okay?” you asked quietly, “It’s a tight fit.”

“It’ll be okay,” he murmured, grunting when he pulled the curtain closed, “I will not spend my last night without my calmer.”

“Aren't you uncomfortable?” you asked, your voice small, “With – with the armours and me and all the …”

“I will not spend my last night without my calmer,” he repeated, leaving no room for doubt. It took a bit of shuffling to turn you around but when you finally were facing him, you already felt much better. You tucked your face into his neck, breathing in his scent as he wrapped both arms around you.

Your heart was squeezing so hard in your chest that the emotional pain became physical.

What if this was his last night? What if you would never see him again?

And what if you did? Would it ever be like this again? Would he want to keep you as his calmer (or more?) when Mandalore was finally reclaimed?

Paz shifted, his large hands running over your back until one settled at the back of your neck.

“I got you,” he rumbled, “You’ll be safe, omega, I promise.”

You swallowed away the need to tell him that it wasn’t your safety you were worried about.

 *

The next morning was worse. It barely qualified as morning and you were sure you had not found any sleep. You had just been shifting all night from side to side, desperately burying your nose in his neck to soak up every little bit of his scent that he could give you.

You were not sure if Paz had slept either but when the alarms sounded in the room at the same time, it took him a minute to get up. Everyone was shuffling around the packed room silently, most of them already dressed and armoured. Ready to descend to the surface of Mandalore.

Despair was clawing at your insides. You felt like you were watching something from the outside that you knew would fail. That you knew would destroy everything you held close to your heart.

And yet, you watched helplessly as they lined up, preparing to board the ship that would take them into the atmosphere.

It was silent – eerie – as if everyone knew something big was about to happen. And you couldn’t move from his side. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. You needed to be here with him.

You watched as Paz double-checked his weapons and your mouth quirked up as you remembered how the man had seemed like a weapon on his own the very first time you had seen him. And how true it was, now that you saw guns and rifles packed to every piece of his armour that could carry it.

Your smile fell just as quickly as it had appeared. Would this be the last time you got to see him?

You had been scared a lot of times in your life. Like when your parents had taught you how to swim and you had been convinced you would sink to the bottom of the sea. Or when you had taken a bad fall in one of the hiding places and scuffed your knee. But that childish fear of creatures and heights was nothing compared to the existential dread that settled in your stomach.

It wasn’t fear that something could go wrong it was fear that you knew something was going to go wrong.

And could you really risk this?

“You, uh, you will come back, right?” you whispered, already hating how needy you sounded. But you needed to hear him say it. You needed Paz Vizsla’s words to be the ones to tie you to the hope of a future together.

“Someone already scared for me?” Paz tilted his head and while you knew this was supposed to be a joke, his voice did not sound very light. Like he knew it too. That feeling.

“Well, I mean you have Ragnar,” you shrugged, pulling the cloak closer around you, “And I mean your tribe needs you, you are a great warrior and –“

“Exactly,” he interrupted you gently. You watched as he approached you, his steps heavy and measured and you swallowed. “I am a great warrior,” he repeated with his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Which is why I will come back to you.”

“But –“

“Listen to me,” he whispered, his hand cupping the side of your neck, scenting you so gently your eyes fluttered close, “I vow to the stars, I will come back to you, love.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he boarded the ship.

*

If somebody asked you what happened during the time you were waiting, you would not be able to tell them. As soon as Paz embarked on the with the scouting group, it felt like time stood still. You barely knew what you were doing. You were pacing the entire length of the ship it seemed, Ragnar keeping you company for a few of those pacing trips before he distracted himself by playing with the other foundlings.

You tried to approach your feelings rationally. You had spent a lot of your time these past few days in close proximity with Paz. He was an alpha, you were an omega, obviously there were some biological components that could have contributed to your feelings for him.

But that was exactly it. Your feelings …

At the thought of Paz not coming back, it felt like your heart ripped into two. You could not fathom a world without him in it and, more importantly perhaps, you could not fathom your life without him in it. You wanted him to come back and when all the tribes settled in their parts of Mandalore, you wanted to be as close to him as now. You wanted to spend your evening with him and Ragnar and you wanted to know what his days were like, what his role was in his clan.

Whether he wanted to keep you in his life as well.

Waiting was pure torture. Communications were cut and all that remained was the cold silence of the ship. You avoided the cockpit and strategy meetings, Briggs (thankfully) seemed to understand your reluctance and did not press you on the matter. Until Axe Woves came to warn the ship of the Imperial that had settled on the planet and the fight that had broken loose.

That was the meeting you had insisted on attending, hoping that – in whatever capacity – the stoic alpha might drop some comments about the people on the surface.

“Is,” you swallowed, “Is he well?”

The beskar-clad man, much to your frustration, said nothing at all.

Which was not very helpful.

The fight continued and troops were dispatched and you stayed, keeping the foundlings safe and quiet. In fitful dreams, you heard yourself confessing your love to him just before he disappeared never to return again. You woke up with cold sweats until you crawled into his bunk, pressing your nose into his pillow and willing yourself to think of a future in which he came back to you unharmed.

Sometimes, you could hear Sluice and Chants converse about what to do if it all failed. Whether to settle back in Nevarro was another possibility or if the tribes should stick together to find a new home.

All you could think was that you would not leave Paz on this planet.

You could not leave him.

It was morning when the announcement came. You had buried yourself in his cot, his sheets pressed to your nose as you took trembling breaths when the PA system stuttered to life, the mechanical voice echoing through the empty hallways.

You had retaken Mandalore. The air was breathable and you could safely land on the surface to meet the victorious troops.

The joy and excitement that spread through your entire body could not be described. Nothing could happen to wipe the smile off your face as you frantically searched for the one good dress you wanted to wear when you saw Paz again. You wanted to please him and kiss him and tell him you loved him. And maybe, if you were very lucky, he loved you too.

Stars, how you hoped he would.

But that elation stopped short when you set foot onto Mandalore. You could not even look at the surrounding landscapes, the fallen home of your ancestors – when you spotted the group but no Paz. A quick glance around did not reveal him either and suddenly the feeling of dread was back again.

Briggs was standing there too, and you knew the man long enough that when you saw his eyes getting glassy at your sight, he did not need to say anything anymore for the tears to fall.

This was it then.

You always wondered what it would feel like to live with a broken heart. Now you knew.

The pain in your heart was unbearable and you suddenly wished that you had never left the bunk this morning. That you were still curled up in his scent and his blankets without the knowledge that the alpha you wanted to spend your life with was dead.

“Where is my buir?” Ragnar asked somewhere behind you and you could hear it in his voice. How he tried to sound strong but he was just a child. A child without his father.

He made his way to the front and stopped by your side. You put your hands on his shoulder.

“I am sure he will be fine,” you assured him, not believing your own words, “He – he must have … another mission somewhere, right?” you looked to Axe Woves who avoided your gaze, “Right?”

Ragnar grabbed your hand. “Bu said if he is late, I need to distract you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we're family,” he said it so effortlessly, “and because I know he will come back but you might worry and you shouldn’t worry.”

You were not sure what happened first: the stopping of your heart or the break in your breath. Paz told him you were his family? Ragnar considered you … his family?

“Do you wanna play a board game?” the boy asked and the breath rushed back into your lungs, “Bu taught me a few games for when I wait for him to come back.”

“He did?” you asked, your voice faint as you followed him back to where someone had set up a small open-air cantina at the ramp of the ship. You ignored the looks Briggs and Chants gave you. Ignored the way that Bo Katan bowed her head as if to pay respect to you as if you had something to mourn.

Not now, you told yourself as your heart cracked in your chest. Maybe tomorrow you could bury yourself in Paz’s bunk, breathing in his scent until there was nothing left but your own grief.

Tomorrow, you promised yourself, Tomorrow I will know he is dead.

*

The sun was setting over the mountains and Ragnar made no sign of stopping the game anytime soon. He had patiently explained the elaborate card game to you before dealing the cards. And then he had continued to play with you the entire day. Sometimes, people joined you for a round or two. The first had been Din Djarin – the man with the green baby. He had not said anything but you could feel the sadness coming off him in waves.

Then there had been The Armourer who had stayed for only one round, occasionally speaking to Ragnar about his helmet ceremony (the first having been interrupted only a few weeks prior). She was followed by Sluice, Bo Katan and finally, Briggs.

“Mind if I join?” the older man had asked, only sitting down when you nodded.

“Not at all,” Ragnar spoke up, relieving you of the to find the energy, “Do you know the rules?”

Briggs had left after two rounds, his warm hand on your shoulder the only indication of what he had come here to say. My condolences for your loss.

The tears had burned hot in your eyes but you forced yourself to keep playing. Ragnar won most rounds and the one he did not, you were fairly sure he lost on purpose. “No worries,” he assured you with childish wisdom, “Sometimes it takes a little longer to get the rules.”

“That is okay,” you forced yourself to smile, “How about we take a break for some food?”

“Good idea!” the boy jumped up, “I will get some of the berries and you stay here and watch the cards!”

Before you could protest, he had raced to the small buffet table.

You both welcomed and feared the moment of solitude this afforded you. It allowed you to take a deep breath, to let your shoulders and your guard fall. Maybe even a few tears if you were quick about it. You did not want Ragner to see you like this. He seemed to be determined that his father was alive and well – that he would return – that you could not bear to be the one to break his heart.

“Bu!” Ragnar shouted and you whipped around immediately. It took you a moment to find Ragnar but when you did, he had his arms wrapped around the legs of a large man. A man dressed in dark blue armour.

 “Paz,” you sighed, feeling tons lighter. Ragnar threw himself at his father who caught him though you did not fail to notice the way his legs almost buckled.

Stars he was hurt.

A new wave of panic washed over you and you did not realise you had stood up until the stoll toppled behind you. Several pairs of eyes were on you but you only cared about one.

Paz set Ragnar down and whispered something to him. You watched as the boy nodded, skipping off to Din and the Armourer. And then Paz walked towards you. Though walk seemed too weak a word for the way his heavy steps came closer and closer, his looming figure soon right in front of you.

Paz was right in front of you.

“You,” he growled, taking your hand without slowing his stride, “Come with me.”

“Paz, what happened?” you asked, trying to look him over, “Are you hurt? Did – Were those Imperials we spotted on the radar? Axe Woves and Briggs and – oh stars, we need to get you checked out and wait – are you bleeding? Where does it hurt maybe I can –“

A door swished open and you glanced around in confusion. This was not the infirmary. This was not even a proper room if the cleaning supplies on the shelves were anything to go by.

“Paz, you need – oh!” your hands gripped his shoulders tightly when he lifted you onto a surface. Was it a table? A counter? Stars, you could not bring yourself to care. Not when he was standing in front of you, panting like he had the fight of his life behind him.

Which he probably did.

Your heart clenched again, from fear or joy you could not tell.

His large hand fiddled with your dress and with a rip, your entire front piece was hanging off you in tatters.

“Alpha,” you cried, moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest, “Alpha, are you all right? I was so worried.”

The big man stepped between your open legs and you took a deep breath. The smell of adrenaline burned your nose but you could not help but notice the arousal that was in the air as well. He was angry and determined and the way he did not even look at his hands when he tugged on his belt made you glad you were already sitting down.

“Keep calling me that and I will be,” he grunted, opening the snaps of his armour and finally his fly.

Your eyes were fixated on his hand around his cock. “Pull down your dress,” he instructed instead, “I want to see your tits.”

You hurried to do so, almost ripping the fabric entirely in the process but you could not care less. Not when you had your dream of an alpha standing between your open legs, getting ready to fuck you. The ruined fabric pooled around your hips and the cool air made your nipple pebble. But then Paz was right there, the bulk of his body between yours and you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh.

He pushed the tip of his cock against your folds, slowly circling your clit and you whimpered. Why did everything he did feel so good? “Ready?” he asked, spreading your wetness around and you found yourself wishing that you could see. That you could see how big he was against you, how his hand gripped himself, how his brows might furrow in determination and the set of his lips as he pushed inside you.

But you could not have everything in life. And for this moment, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls was enough. He was here, he was alive and he made you feel so stars forsaken good.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “Paz …”

“That’s good, huh?” he grumbled, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. You could feel your walls ease around him, your juices covering his shaft and the gland on your neck pulsed with the need to have him scent you.

He remained still for a few moments and you took a deep breath, breathing him in again and trying to get yourself to realize that he was alive. Your alpha was alive.

Paz started to move, then, and slowly pushed inside you again before building up a steady rhythm that had him deep, deep inside you. And all you could think, between bouts of pleasure, was that he was alive. Paz was alive.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your hand shaking as you gripped the edge of the table, overcome with emotion, “A-alpha, I was so scared. “

A particularly hard thrust had your hands fly around his neck. “I was protecting you,” he replied, his voice shaking, “You were never in any danger, omega, I would not allow it.”

“I wasn’t scared for me, you di’kut,” you cursed as you hastily wiped away the tears streaming down your face, “I was scared for you!”

Paz grunted at your admission, pushing inside you again and pulling you as close as he could with the armour in the way. “And I was scared of never seeing you again,” he confessed into the darkness between your faces, “That I was breaking my promise to you.”

“Wh-What,” you gasped, feeling his cock grow inside you, “Alpha, what is happening?”

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, “Sorry, ‘mega, sorry, I didn't mean to – oh shit, love, you gotta stop squeezing me.”

Easier said than done. In fact, it seemed impossible. Because as soon as you realized that it was his knot swelling inside of you, all you could think about was what it would be like to be knotted by him. Which turned you on beyond belief.

The mental image of him filling you up to the brim, the giant size of him staying inside you, made your walls flutter and your high approach so much faster. Paz’s movements did not stop and you could feel the ring at his base growing and growing, catching on your entrance with every thrust and making you yearn to keep him inside.

“Alpha, will you – Can you – oh!” he hit that spot inside you again that made your blood sing and you fell back against the wall, completely at his mercy.

And then the light went out.

Your body tensed with fright and you squeaked, thinking something had gone horribly wrong. But Paz did not seem deterred and you faintly remembered that the light switch was somewhere on his side of the room.

There was a sound you could not pinpoint, followed by a loud clatter and then his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you to him and you squirmed at how he folded you in half, his cock still nestled deep inside you and then he was … kissing you.

You gasped, the feeling of his lips familiar against yours and everything you had dreamed of.

“Fuck it feels good to fill you up,” he murmured, the praise making your cheeks warm.

Your legs were still trembling around his hips and you tightened your hold around his neck. Your nose bumped against his scent gland. Add that to the feeling of his smile against your shoulder and even retaking Mandalore could never rival the feeling of being scented by him.

“That good, huh?” he teased you, his lips moving against your skin.

He had some stubble that tickled your sensitive skin and you gasped, the sensation opening you up even more.

And then he pushed inside you one last time as you came around him. The knot at his base swelled with no signs of stopping, locking you together as he filled you up. You shivered at the feeling of him twitching inside you, spurts of come filling you up in a way you had never experienced before, increasing the pressure inside you that made your walls clench. He continued to rut against you, causing your clit to rub against his pelvis again and again, prolonging your peak.

After what felt like an eternity, you came down from your high, relishing in the feeling of him still pulsing inside of you. It was strange, something you had never experienced before, but the closeness made you sigh contentedly against his lips.

Paz was quiet save for a few grunts, his hands grabbing your hips, keeping you as close as possible.

“I’ve never been knotted before,” you admitted between kisses.

“Really?” Paz asked, his mouth pausing on yours, “How does it feel?”

“It feels kinda nice, alpha,” you whispered, pulling his face closer to yours again.

Paz did not say anything for a moment, his laboured breath loud in the small room. Then his hands cupped your face and you could feel his eyes on you and you wondered if he was able to see you despite the darkness. Probably not, after all, it was his visor that usually enabled him to do so. But he made you feel seen with how his thumbs brushed over the apples of your cheeks, still wet with tear tracks or how his lips softly landed on yours.

“I don’t think I told you yet,” he said against your mouth, “But you are beautiful. To me, you are the – the most stunning omega I have ever seen. When I was down there – when I … I dreamt of what it would be like to see you with my own eyes.”

A flutter started in your chest. An awful flutter of hope that had you thinking of futures beyond the next few days. He could not mean what you thought he meant, right?

“But you helmet –“ you started, trying to rationalize away the hope in your voice.

But Paz had other plans. “I want to court you,” he said, sounding as determined as ever, “Stars, I want to properly court you, love, whatever that entails for your clan but I asked Briggs and –“

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure that I did everything right,” he explained, his hand warm on your back, “So I asked him about any customs I might have to know, that last night before we left and – and for a second there it looked like I would never get to ask you. But I can, love, I can ask you now. Will you let me court you, ‘mega? Will you let me spend the rest of my life with you and Ragnar and all the other foundlings the stars let us have?”

“You – you want children, too?” you asked, feeling like the breath was stolen out of your lungs, “M-more than Rganar, I mean?”

You could feel his smile against your neck, the tip of his nose buried in the valley beneath your ear. “Course I do,” he confirmed, “Ragnar is the biggest gift of my life, I won't say no to that joy again.”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest and you could feel your walls clench around him. Paz moaned, his cock twitching inside you. “Is that a yes, then?” he asked carefully, his hand wandering up to cup the back of your neck. He moved away from you,

“Yes,” you breathed out with the biggest smile on your face, “Yes, Paz.”

The scent that surrounded you made you euphoric and you realized that it had been Paz all along. That sweet scent that made your heart beat faster and a smile appear on your lips? Paz fucking Vizsla.

“Open your eyes, mesh’la,” he asked you quietly, his breath warm on your face, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

And you did. Your eyes blinked open and it took you both an eternity and a second to get your eyes used to the seemingly blinding light of the storage room. But then your eyes met his and you saw Paz Vizsla for the first time.

He had dark eyes, just like you had daydreamed, and his hair looked just as soft as it had always felt. It was matted to his forehead in places and he looked … exhausted, like he had not slept in days. There were bruises on his cheekbones and you could see some dried blood and dirt on his jaw. But all of that was overshadowed by the brightest, biggest grin on his face.

It made the corners of his eyes crinkle and you could not help but smile back, absolutely in awe of the man in front of you. What were you supposed to say the first time you saw the face of the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with?

“You are handsome,” is what you settled on finally, carefully brushing your fingertip over his crooked nose.

He huffed out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Thank you, my love,” he rumbled and your heart skipped a beat at him calling you his. Because you were, truly, whether you had realised it before or not, his.

“I love you,” you blurted out, feeling oddly shy.

“I love you too,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “There is no version of this life in which I do not love you.”

“You will have to tell me about your scars,” you whispered, your eyes roaming over his face, catching on one that cut through his eyebrow, “Every single one.”

“I will,” he promised, kissing you again, “We have a lifetime for it.”

[lunaetis]

eden : senses and other specific headcanons.

what  does  your  muse  smell  like  ?

warmth and ashes. eden is someone who's leaning towards the warmer side of things and her scent reflects as such. her affinity with path of preservation allows her to resonate with the element of fire, thus, she often carries that sort of scent with her. that, and the smell of the burning stars are akin of burning coals, and that is what stellaron makes her body emit. the scent of stars. sometimes, you'd be able to catch a faint hint of coffee or hot cocoa as those are her go-to beverage to drink.

what  do  your  muse’s  hands  feel  like ?

eden often wears gloves on both her hands, but given that she's a fighter through and through, her hands are a proof of that. scarred and rather calloused, she has hands of a warrior who holds countless weapons and had been through more battles than one could count. there are still parts that are soft, but most of the time when you hold her hands, you know these are hands of someone who is on the frontline. scarred, bruised, and battered. you can find the list of scars on her hand in this post : scars.

what  does  your  muse  usually  eat  in  a  day ?

it's no surprise nor secrets that eden enjoys eating and snacking. she actually snacks a lot during daytime or when she's thinking about something. you'd often find her chewing or nibbling on something whenever she's reading or even during her exploration if she has a chance. she does eat proper meals on time, however, with brunch being her favorite because she loves meat and eggs. but really, this girl isn't a picky eater. she'd eat anything anyone gives her or anything she comes across. best way to lure her out is by food, this had been proven more than once.

does  your  muse  have  a  good  singing  voice ?

my portrayal of eden is japanese based, so her voice actor is ishikawa yui. her voice has quite a wide range, it could go deeper or pitch higher depending on her emotions, but there's always a calming or soothing quality to it. she'd serenade you. here are some of the examples of her singing voice : [1], [2].

does  your  muse  have  any  bad  habits  or  nervous  ticks  ?

biting is one thing. i say this as a bad habit because it's something she does without realizing most of the time. when she's stressed or nervous, she tends to lean onto nibbling or gnawing on something, or someone. this explains why she likes to snack when she's concentrating. another bad habit i'd say is that she is most likely to not place value in herself as much as others. eden, at her very core, does not view herself as human because she isn't one. she is a vessel created to house the stellaron, she is artificially made, so in her own eyes, she is less of a person than those around her and she would put other people's lives above her own.

what  does  your  muse  usually  look  like/wear  ?

she likes her default outfit as they're comfortable and easy to move around in. she has a particular penchant for jackets, coats, and hoodies. from time to time she does wear something casual for dates or outings just to change it up. here's her casual outfit. eden doesn't pay much attention to her outfit or clothing unless there's a special occasion that calls for it.

is  your  muse  affectionate  ?  How  so  ?

while she might seem cautious and stoic with those she just met, eden is actually extremely affectionate with those she trusts and loves. the way she expresses her affection is mostly through physical touch and act of intimacy than words. i've written a few posts about her expression of love and habits which you could find them below :

how she expresses her love / calling her name / regarding ' i love you. '

what  position  does  your  muse  sleep  in  ?

either on her back if she passes out from exhaustion or on her side as she's curled up towards something or someone. most of the time, she has a habit of sleeping curled up as though she's holding onto someone. eden doesn't know why it's like that or when the habit develops, of course, but she sleeps better when she's holding onto something in her hands or arms.

could  you  hear  your  muse  in  the  hallway  from  another  room  ? 

depends on the situation. eden can be loud and chaotic if the situation calls for it, but most of the time she's rather quiet and kept to herself unless spoken to or provoked. she has rather firm and solid footsteps, however, so you might be able to hear the sound of her heeled boots against the ground as she walks.

tagged by : @maquiscursed ( THANK YOU SO MUCH VEN !! this was fun to do !! )

tagging : i suck at tagging others and this one is kinda long, so anyone who wants to do it, steal it from me !

[spamtoon]

(Out of nowhere, you are approached by a familiar lightbulb-headed Cog.)

Ah, it's you, cat. Thinking you're oh-so-slick. Muttering and whispering under those raggedy whiskers of yours... Thinking I am unable to hear it all...

Well, you've simply underestimated my fantastic hearing. You probably want to know the reason why I'm here, taking a 'break' from my incredibly important scientific breakthroughs? It's quite simple, really!

(She gets close, and squints her eyes.)

I know what you are.

Farewell, now!

(She then leaves the way she came from.)

(Spam giggles immensely, covering her face... it always seems like she's giggling, isn't she? This lasts... at least thirty seconds. Longer than usual.)

And I know what I am too, Sparky! You broke through something, that's for sure. Really, broke through...

(She looks down, continuing to laugh nervously.)

You know, I find it odd you Havent tried to bulb blast me into the stratosphere by now. I mean knowing how you acted with Frostbite. Is there something peculiar about me that you perhaps can't quite track? Something about me that you... don't know what I am?

I know, I know, I'm talking to nobody again. But you were there when I had a moment today with the one the only Frostbite The Bravecog. You may be remaining. Lurking in the shadows. Knowing about these thoughts that I'm thinking.

(The giggling resumes, lasting far shorter this time.)

Your brother's a piece of fucking barp, by the way

(She braces for impact for a few seconds, wincing while smiling, before comically looking around to realize nobody's there. She sighs.)

Wow, okay maybe toony superhero show logic doesn't apply in this situation. Cool.

WAIT I JUST FUCKING REALIZED WHAT SHE MEANT but like. Dude if she meant that then what's the point I mean the whole ahh sellbot department barping knows unless you're Really low on the ladder. Heheh... maybe she did mean what I thought she meant.

Oh i'm so fucking screwed. What kind of bitch gets filament fever

[kindahoping4forever]

I miss your fics. I hope you’re doing well tho

I appreciate this, thank you 🥹

For the record, I miss my fics too! This unofficial hiatus has been out of necessity rather than choice, and I can honestly say there hasn't been a day where I don't fantasize about A Grand Return. 💙

[byanyan]

ㅤat this point, they're beyond wasted and vibing out to music that's too loud with several substances on standby for when the buzz starts wearing off. happy new year!!

[zgrabny-nadgarstek]

willow (2022) is a new shiny disney show with a budget of like 5 bajillion $ or whatever and their action scenes and fight choreo are quite fucking abhorrent, like i almost feel offended

and to be clear this is not to drag willow (a show i really enjoy and will keep watching). it just makes me appreciate warrior nun even more, since their budget is quite probably under a hundred euros and they still pulled off the most epic shit with their action sequences

[chisatowo]

Man I've been dead as fuck on here I miss posting stuff but idk what to post abt :/

[sapsolais]

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