#shick x reader

[grimesgirll]

shickxandria

shane’s version of a thank you

new in town

when shane’s away…

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣/ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕪 & 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜

🥀Pairing: Trickster! Hongjoong x Perfect Victim! Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact, dark material ahead

🥀Au: virtual reality au, dead by daylight au, video game au

🥀Trope: long distance relationship, fwb

🥀Summary: when you and your gaming friend learn about a glitch in one of your favorite games, you exploit it on an erotic level

🥀warnings: mentions of blood, cuts by blade, physical violence in a game

🥀Kinks: Predator/Prey, strength kink, fear kink, cnc, dom! Hongjoong, sub! Reader, sub negotiation mid scene, thigh fucking, blood kink, hair pulling, degradation, knife kink, overstim, penetrative (virtual) sex with no barrier

🥀Word Count: 1,429

🥀Betas: n/a

🥀Day Twenty Seven: Cuckolding🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Nine: Gang Bang

You almost fell while scrambling off your couch in a hurry to log into your new favorite game. Hongjoong, your gamer friend, had messaged you that he was ready for a game. You fixed your wrists and feet to the anti-mag that would keep your limbs in the right position.

“Game on,” You verbally instructed your VR device and you were transported from your spot in your gaming chair to a dark forest.

Your clothing was your favorite. A shirt that was falling off your shoulder, short shorts and sturdy Doc Marten’s.

GigglingScorpio: Ready? I can see you already~

Your head whipped around to find the telltale sign of Hongjoong: those neon eyes that penetrated the darkness but you could find nothing.

CrazyFangirl: Ready

You ran through the trees, dodging behind rocks, doing your best to create a serpentine path. The worst thing you could do was run in a straight line in this game. Hongjoong was pursuing you as a killer and you as his perfect victim. The game was supposed to play out by Hongjoong finding you, throwing his neon blades at you from afar, or slashing you with a blade mounted to a bat and killing you.

But you two had found a glitch in the system.

You turned a corner, and a haunting lullaby echoed through the forest. Hongjoong was close, closer than you anticipated. If you weren’t careful...

You only had a second to process the soft yellow jacket and neon yellow eyes, and then the blades came. One grazed your arm, the other your upper thigh. Hongjoong could aim for your throat easily but that was not his newfound process. Blood oozed from the superficial wounds and you winced.

You immediately turned in the opposite direction, aiming for the highlighted item ahead of you in the distance. Your hand reached out for the large piece of wood that would block Hongjoong’s direct path to you, intending to push it across the two rocks it was in between.

A soft laugh brushed your ear drums. The noise was gleeful but blood thirsty. “Don’t play dirty without me, honey.”

You grunted and ducked as the piece of wood fell behind you. “Why not? That’s what you like, isn’t it? To watch me play dirty?”

Hongjoong grunted briefly, pushing the offending piece of wood out of the way. “The only dirty game you should be playing is your mouth around my cock. Or licking your own blood off my blade. Not sure which is dirtier, to be honest.”

You took off in a sprint, anything to delay the game, but several quick shicks let you know that Hongjoong was throwing his knives quickly at you. Some hit the trees you ran around, some grazed you again and again.

“Are you horny tonight, Joongie?” You couldn't help but taunt him. “Want my pussy that badly?”

This time Hongjoong’s laugh came out bitter and a bit edgy, like he was barely biting back his anger. “You wait until I have you whining my name with a purpose.”

You laughed, panting with pain and exertion. “Gotta catch me firs--”

Your breath was caught off as Hongjoong suddenly appeared in front of you. His lips were twisted in an evil grin as you bounced off his well-developed chest. “You were saying?”

You quickly turned around from landing on your ass to your hands and knees, scrambling to get back on your feet. Hongjoong swiftly grabbed you by your ankle and launched you back the opposite way. You landed hard a few yards away, watching as your stamina bar dropped the more you were injured.

“Fuck,” You cursed. “Hongjoong! I wanted to run some more!”

Hongjoong stalked towards you, eyes looking dangerous. His upper lip lifted in a slight sneer. “I caught you. The prize is mine.”

“Let’s do another round!” You suggested brightly, “I’m sure I could do bet--”

Hongjoong grabbed you by your upper arms and hauled you to your feet. He pushed you against a rock and began to run his tongue along a scratch on your neck. He hummed in contentment when your hands slipped under his jacket, along his rubs and up to dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulders. “No,” He declined your request.

Hongjoong spun you around so your face was smooshed into the tree's bark. He wriggled your shorts down your leg so that you could neatly step out of them. Once that was done, he yanked your shirt down your arms, the baggy shirt trapping your arms against your body and freeing your tits.

“I know you’re wet from that chase, honey,” Hongjoong purred into your ear. His hands pulled and twisted your nipples, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. “But I do love these an awful lot.”

“I could give you a boob job, come on, Hongjoong!” You pleaded.

“No,” Hongjoong declined again. “I’ll take you on my terms.” Hongjoong tucked a hand onto your lower stomach and was able to raise you with one arm and hold you at the perfect level for him to enter you from behind. Perks of having superhuman strength as a villain in a game.

You breathed in and out evenly, closing your eyes and focusing on how Hongjoong pushed his cock between your closed thighs. “I could use you like this, you know. Take pleasure from your body and give you nothing in return.”

You let your body rest like a ragdoll. “I’m yours, Joongie, I promise.” That was the phrase to let Hongjoong know you were green and good to go in this scenario.

Hongjoong angled his hips so that he could enter you instead of fucking your thighs. You moaned his name, just the way he liked it, and Hongjoong jerked the rest of the way into you. You giggled at his reaction. “I knew it. You were desperate for my pussy tonight.”

“You’re so fucking tight,” Hongjoong groaned. “Fuck.”

Soon, you were joining in with groans of your own. The way Hongjoong could hold you in the air, in place, his palm pressing down on your stomach and his cock hammering into you from behind, really was the perfect fuck. You bled but you soon forgot of the pain compared to the pleasure Hongjoong was giving you.

“Fuck me with that villain dick, Hongjoong, come on, give it to me hard. I want to be gasping your name, I want--” You were quieted by the feeling of the flat of Hongjoong’s dagger against your lips. You could almost see your breath fogging up the neon metal.

“You like the sound of your voice a little too much, honey,” Hongjoong barely veiled his threat.

You simply whimpered in ecstasy as you felt your climax approach. Hongjoong grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head backwards just shy of being painful. “Come for you me, you pretty little slut.”

You shuddered and cried deep in your throat as you came upon command. Pleasure wracked your body and you felt your cum drip down your thighs.

“Such a wet slut at that,” Hongjoong mused out loud. “My turn.”

Hongjoong sliced another cut along your back, making you hiss in pain and whimper at the over-stim of his cock still working in and out of you. You heard him hum as his tongue came out to lick along your shoulder blade, tracing the new cut. His hips did not stop for a second behind you and then Hongjoong came with a grunt. He continued to grunt as he thrusted through his orgasm and stopped just shy of you pushing through the overstim and moving to the better side of pleasure once again.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that,” Hongjoong cursed. He let you down so your feet could touch the ground after pulling out but you almost immediately crumbled to the ground, legs like jello. He chuckled at your reaction. “Is that from the running or from me, honey?”

You half laughed and half groaned. “You’re hilarious.”

“You think we could do a round two? I’ve got a new cosmetic, it’s very cyberpunk-esque,” Hongjoong asked, offering you a hand up.

Do you want to start a new game?

You watched as the words blinked on your screen.

“Hell yeah I do,” You replied resolutely.

Hongjoong hooted, and the scene reset. This time, he had clothes on with neon highlights, a neon stick, and blue hair. He grinned, and you felt your heart beat and your nether reagion gush wetness immedilatey. Yeah, this was going to be a long gaming night.

🥀Day Twenty Seven: Cuckolding🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Nine: Gang Bang

[ffsg0jo]

I loved your Ramadan works with the JJK characters. It's so nice to see another muslimah who writes for JJK :)). I am not sure if you are still actively posting, but would you consider writing a piece with the cast's reaction to the hijab and abaya? JazakAllah!

jjk characters with a muslim/hijabi reader [gojo edition]

gojo x reader [platonic or romantic it's open to interpretation]

w/c: 955 words

a/n: i got so carried away writing gojo's i realised if i added more characters, it'd be an incredibly long post. so i took them out and i'm gonna post them over the next couple weeks <33 so far i have megumi, nanami, itadori and nobara lmk if you want anymore characters :)) also guys pls feel free to send requests/suggestions :))

also anon you're the sweetest person every thank you so so much you've single handedly given me motivation to keep writing and ive got more works coming out. i hope you're having an amazing day inshaAllah bestie 💗

Gojo definitely thinks you’re doing a cosplay of some sort. It’s not uncommon in certain parts of Tokyo, so it’s safe to assume so most of the time. Even he’s been mistaken for Kakashi cosplays a lot of the time, with his black get-up and blindfold.

But then he sees you wearing different colour hijabs and abayas, and sometimes even a cute lil jilbabs and it confuses him. Suddenly, the thought occurs to him that maybe you’re not in a 24/7 cosplay, like him, and actually just dress covered head to toe.

As soon as he reaches that epiphany you best believe he pesters you and badgers you for answers. “y/n are you cold? is that why you’re always dressed like that?”

At first, you think it’s funny to give him nonsensical answers because he keeps saying stupid things, but you realise he's being deadly serious. plus, he gets increasingly bothersome, so you eventually get annoyed from all his questioning and just tell him about how you’re a Muslim and observe hijab.

He actually takes it quite seriously and apologises for lowkey making fun of your shitty cosplay in his head. He’s ignorant, not prejudiced, so he defo takes it back and, for once, takes accountability and apologises for his actions. He’s personally not a believer, but he respects it.

Once, you complained about how expensive abayas were becoming and how you just wished someone would just buy you a whole wardrobe of them to all the students, and he happened to overhear.

Literally days later he’s at your door with multiple bags full of abayas and hijabs and all sorts of modest clothing. You’re completely shick shack shook and don’t know what to say. You defo cry and try to hide it with your headscarf.

He barges into your room (after making sure you’re fully covered, he's learnt from that mistake) and spends the next 5 or so hours showcasing each item and telling you where in the world he got it from, the materials and everything.

He has really good taste in colours and styles and knows what would look good on you. You’re literally set for life. Absolutely refuses to let you pay him back. Every single time you mention money, he shuts you down and changes the topic entirely.

In summer he’s shocked you look relatively calm and okay. He’s literally boiling his bum off with a tank top (I’m laughing at imagining Gojo in a white tank top like an immigrant dad lmaoo) and you’re looking as fresh as daisies with everything covered. He asks how you're not melting and you’re waffling to him about airflow and how it’s actually quite breezy, and you’re not wearing anything underneath, so it’s fine, and he stops breathing and short circuits.

He looks at you with his eyes wide, and his sun reddened face goes a shade darker. "You’re not wearing anything underneath?" He takes it the completely wrong way, and you realise what it sounds like, and you’re both a bumbling mess.

It's the first time anyone’s ever seen Gojo that flustered.

Also some quickfire headcanons:

He genuinely thought you slept and showered with your hijab on, so he burst into your room one day and you screamed and he immediately warped somewhere else when he saw you wearing pyjamas (he didn’t see anything above your clothed knees, he panicked and left so quickly plus he was scared to look).

Gets you cute little clips to put on your hijab. He thinks they’re pretty.

Is absolutely devasted you can’t have mochi and some other desserts because they have pork gelatine in them and he always tries to find vegan alternatives.

Purposefully steps on your abaya/dress when it's flowing and he's behind you to annoy you.

Has extra pins pinned onto his uniform for you just in case you need them.

This is a secret he’ll take to his grave, but he actually tried to make you one of his favourite desserts you couldn’t eat (he threatened the bakery for the recipe), but it went so disastrously wrong he gave up and didnt want to face the embarrassment.

I’m talking melted plastic in the oven, small kitchen fire, eyebrows singed, and potential carbon monoxide poisoning bad.

You wore this specific shade of light blue once with a cream khimar, and for some reason, he was absolutely obsessed with that outfit. It wasn't until Nobara pointed out that your outfit matched Gojo's colour scheme did he finally realise why <33

The abaya sizing really confused him and he was so baffled as to what the numbers meant. Wdym size 52 what does that even measure 😭😭

He was faffing about for 2 hours before he realised he could've just googled it, and he felt absolutely stupid about it.

Whenever he sees a bit of your hair accidentally peeking out he covers his eyes and screams at you to "cover yourself woman goddammit". He's so dramatic honestly.

Thinks it’s hilarious seeing you run in your abaya. He thinks its the funniest thing in the world.

Once (he's lying defo more than once) he was zoned out while watching you and his heart started beating faster when he realised how beautiful you are with your long dress blowing in the breeze and your hijab lightly fluttering. You looked ethereal. He didn't know what to think, and he pushed his feelings back down. Deep deep down.

He doesn't need unnecessary feelings complicating things, but for some reason, his heart still yearns for you.

He also makes terrorist jokes about you to you. I will not explain that one, but he 100% does.

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work in any way, shape, or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

(If you write headcanons) could you do dating jonathan byers x fem!reader headcanons, please? thank you soo much again <3 💕

-💌 anon. :')

You are the best.

Requests are open.

Dating Jonathan Byers Headcannon

He is such a sweetheart. He is also really nervous? Like, he doesn't kiss you first for a while. And when he does, he is either drunk or high or maybe high on how much he loves you.

Joyce becomes like your other mother. Jonathan would need to be near his family so you would spend a lot of time at his house.

And, he would almost cry when he found you and will hanging out, most likely because you came over and he wasn't around/busy. Or you just noticed something cool of wills and asked

Will loves to show you his new paintings. I also am very much sure that he would make you something

Jonathan loves you. He loves the way your morning voice is so damn sweet. The way when he cooks breakfast in the morning you always sit on the counter near the stove or stand with your arms around his waist.

He thinks it's so adorable when if he gets up and you are tired you make grabby hands until he comes back.

He is a cuddler. You cannot convince me otherwise.

When he is high he is little spoon. No doubt. If he isn't and it's a regular day, he's a switch

However, if he's nervous about losing you, he's big spoon. He has to have the reassurance that you aren't going anywhere.

You get high together, all the time. If Jonathan is going to smoke, he calls you. If he doesn't you receive a call from an extremely high Jonathan begging you to come over so you can both cuddle.

He loves watching the morning rays rest on your face, on lazy saturdays he loves sleeping in with you. laying there until you absolutely MUST get up. Just being totally absorbed in you.

He takes SO many photos of you. Anytime you are doing something he likes, boom photo. He has probably to many of you.

You and will eating ice cream in the back of argyles van. Your amused smile when argyle suggested pineapple pizza, the shick on your face when you tried it and it was amazing. You smiling and giggly while high. You doing a handstand or some other trick you were excited to show him. Hundreds of you and will just being domestic. And then there are definitely some..... Dirty ones....

Sorry I got so carried away..... if you don't give me prompts my brain tends to wonder.... I had to stop myself before I wrote to much....

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 006

as you know this is a big ol’ continuation of the last chapter. was going to straight up paste it from drafts but there are some bonuses i want to add! :)

there’s even more in chapter 7 im telling you guys. i wrote so much-

(SUNDAY.) BACKSTAGE; 7:10 PM

Time has passed since your match. Today was the day.

InVasion was officially kicking off. This was the dealbreaker, and you could feel tension rising as you made your way through backstage.

With more tension comes more segments. You noted that you were being pushed like hell for the Alliance, and you couldn’t complain about it. You just hoped fans wouldn’t be sick of you. You leaned on the wall.

Being interviewed by Lillian, you smile. “That’s an easy question to answer. We’re taking over the whole damn company by the time this is over. I just can’t wait to see the WWF get washed away.”

“[Name], I have to ask—“

“No more questions.” You state. “I have nothing else to say. Thanks.”

Sauntering away, you were all happy again. It’s time to check out the card for today.

CHUCK PALUMBO & SEAN O’HAIRE V. THE APA

BILLY KIDMAN V. X-PAC

RAVEN V. WILLIAM REGAL

TRISH STRATUS & LITA V. TORRIE WILSON & STACY KEIBLER (SPECIAL REFEREE: [NAME])

Hold on a second, stop the presses.

You were the referee for that match? Of course you were shocked at first but if you were truly turning on Torrie and Stacy, you understood why. But wouldn’t it sound unfair?

BACKSTAGE; 7:20 PM

Lacing up your boots tightly, you were preparing for the match that you had to referee. It sounded like an unfair advantage, with you being team WCW and all, but you understood why. Tonight was the night you would betray your team..

You noticed a figure in front of you and you looked up to see both Torrie and Stacy, who were followed by cameras.

Great! They just had to put you into this.

“That’s what I’m saying! Hey, [Name].” Stacy greeted and you shifted in your spot.

“Hey you two. What’s up?”

“Nothing much really, we just wanted to thank you for sticking with us for so long. You protected us and you totally went to war for us.” Stacy continued, and the way she put it made you feel guilty about this storyline. You were 99% sure that they were filled in on the plan as well.

You were gonna miss being on their side though. Since you were pretty close to them and you only had a few acquaintances on WWF’s side. Could you really even consider them friends? You didn’t wanna seem too clingy or whatever.

Torrie noticed you up in the clouds. “You okay? Something up?”

You smile, but shake your head, forcing it away. You had nearly forgotten the cameras were on you. “It’s nothing. If I’m the referee I have to look a little stylish. I was thinking about...my outfit.” You excuse.

Torrie seemed doubtful, but Stacy believed you. Changing the subject quickly, you tug at the end of your shirt.

“They almost forced me to wear something more revealing than this. I don’t mind the confidence I’m going to need to have and all but I hate going out all scantily clad.” You frown. “Even though...your match is about stripping your opponent down.”

“But [Name], I’ve seen you pose for magazines before.” Stacy says. “You look fine!”

“She’s right! You’ve got shape. I kind of get why you wouldn’t enjoy it, but then again, that’s just your decision.” Torrie shrugs. She respected that.

To say the least, you were embarrassed. You appreciated the words but they just said it so carefree. “I’d love to chat more about me, but we should really get going guys. Let’s do our best tonight.” You say supportively, and the three of you went down the hallway towards gorilla.

INVASION; 7:25 PM

You were introduced first. The crowd had cheered you on this go around, since they had started to like you just the slightest lately. When you walked out there, you realized that that stage was HUGE.

“Ladies and Gentleman, your special guest referee for this match, [Name]!”

Waving and being dramatic, you slid into the ring. Taking a seat on the ropes, you waited for the rest of the women to come out.

If Stephanie told you that you had to start playing for the faces soon, you were going to transition very slowly. You felt like she just told you that so technically she could see you more.

Torrie came out next. She was in high spirits and confident enough that they would win this.

“Introducing first for this match, representing WCW...Torrie Wilson!”

Torrie approached you. She smiled as she noticed you perched on the ropes. She was capturing your attention until Stacy came.

“Also representing WCW...Stacy Keibler!”

Coming down the ramp, and doing her provocative entrance into the ring, you flash them both a smile.

Next, it was the WWF’s turn. Once Trish was on her way down, The two blondes tried to distract you and influence you to be on their side, but as you stated earlier, you were strictly playing it fair tonight. It was like they were saying ‘look at me, [name]! look at me!’ And Trish smirked, opening her arms in a confusion. She wondered what the hell was up with those two.

Finally, Lita’s music played. You just picked up on the fact that all of them were wearing long pants and tank tops. Smart, but maybe they should have picked long sleeves too.

No time to think though, since Lita and Trish immediately stormed the ring. Stacy and Torrie cower behind you as you seem to sputter an odd explanation for why. But you speaking had caused both women to attack from behind you. That’s when the bell rung.

Luckily you weren’t wrestling, so all you had to do was sit back and watch until your cue.

But then, it started to get crazy. Trish dealt with Torrie, and Lita dealt with Stacy. You did feel that was fitting because the two were doing some snake like things behind the scenes, purposely antagonizing them.

You had held back Lita, who had rolled Stacy out of the ring. Trying to calm her down, she struggled against your hold. You had to instruct her and Stacy to get in their corners. While you did that, Torrie delivered a drop kick to Trish. Those two were the legal men.

She then pushed Trish to the corner, slapping her hard. Torrie turned to you, saying something along the lines of; “You like that? You saw that?”

You sigh, her being cocky was her downfall since Trish reversed her into the corner. Exchanging blows, Trish was going to irish whip Torrie back into the corner across from them, but Torrie reversed and Trish had bounced back off the turnbuckles, clotheslining her.

When Torrie hit the ground, Trish had begun to lift up her shirt. Stacy had interfered, jumping into the ring and pulling Trish’s hair back. Lita reached out her hand anxiously awaiting a tag.

Double-teaming Trish, you wondered if that was legal. Maybe you should not have zoned out during instructions. But at the very least you knew what to do..!

Yeah. Totally.

Fortuneately for Trish, she gave them a double clothesline and hobbled over to Lita for her to be tagged in. The other women scuttered right back to the outside and argued over who was going to get tagged in. Torrie ran over to Stacy and tagged her in, but they still argued like kids.

Lita had enough and elbowed Torrie right off the apron. Lita pulled over a leaning Stacy into the ring the hard way. She then snatched up Stacy’s shirt and you walked around the ring spectating. You had to clap it up for Lita. Stacy was going to run away to Torrie but Lita dragged her back by the pants. In fear, Stacy rolled out of the ring and Lita gave chase.

You watch as the two were running around before Stacy had come back into the ring. This time, Torrie kicked her down to double-team her. Okay, maybe this was the time you needed to count.

“Hey!” You yell, coming over. “One! Two! Three! Break it up you two!” Hearing you say that, this was their chance. Stacy pulled Lita’s shirt off. This match was kind of stupid now that you thought about it. What would this prove? What dignity would this give them? Would it not only strip that away? Literally.

Lita flipped Stacy over, before tossing her across the ring. She was basically man-handling her. And here you were, skipping around the ring. The woman climbed the top of the rope to try and land on the now standing Stacy to no avail. Stacy had ended up moving out of the way. Making a beeline to tag in Torrie, she hopped in eagerly. As did Trish.

Knocking Trish down, Torrie ripped off her shirt. All the women had their shirts off except Torrie. You were impressed. Despite them being green as grass, they were doing great.

Least for a second. Trish reversed and took Torrie’s pants off. Now Trish has the upper hand as her and Lita pulled off a poetry in motion.

The crowd noted that you were counting Torrie and Stacy, but not Trish and Lita. It made them perplexed.

Off went Torrie’s shirt, and you suddenly realized that WWF was totally winning this match.

When she scampered out the ring, and they pulled Stacy in, this was when you had your time to shine.

They doubled teamed her and you separated them from her. The three of you had an intense stare off and it seemed you’d be the loser if you hadn’t turned around, and started taking Stacy’s pants off instead of fighting them. The crowd popped at your betrayal.

Lita and Trish were shocked, but joined in. There were clothes every-damn-where but you stood in the center as you raised the two’s hands up.

“Here are your winners, Trish Stratus and Lita!”

The three of you exited the ring, hands interlocked with eachother. Turning, you put your arms up again.

Seems like not everyone is playing fair.

BACKSTAGE; 8:00 PM

You could feel the HEAT radiating off you. You knew the Alliance was pissed. They had no clue of Stephanie’s plans. You’d have to avoid members as long as you could. You were going to lose your mind if the Dudleyz put you through a table for punishment.

Someone had tapped your shoulder and you had whirled around to see Edge who looked goofy as hell with goggles on his face.

“Look who it is.” You say in amusement, turning your head to him.

“Wasn’t able to speak to you a few days ago. I saw your match.” He says. “You were on fire. You also did a pretty nice job today.”

You became flustered at his words. “Thanks. I was nervous, but I pushed through.”

“There’s no reason you should have been,” He reassured. “If you feel that way next time, do what you normally do. Turn on your auto-pilot.”

Maybe he wasn’t quite the best at advice, but you found it endearing. “Not that easy, but I’ll be sure to let go tonight.” You wink, and he gave you a goofy smile. “But hey, where's Christian? I’m shocked he isn’t with you.” You look behind him and around.

“If you’re curious, Christian’s getting ready. We’ve got a tag team match.” He informs. ”Didn’t you see?”

You take a peak at the card again, and he was correct. They were going up against Mike Awesome and Lance Storm.

“I’ve gotta ask though.” You could not read his emotion too well because of his goggles, but you noticed his slowly growing smile. “You....you’re gonna come watch, right? I want you to witness firsthand how cool we are.” He effused. Though you had a small suspicion he was trying to flirt with you somehow..

“Sure. I’ll watch you guys, Edge. I’ll even sit by the announcers table for you.”

He seemed to brighten up at that comment. “Listen, [Name]. As much as I don’t want to admit it, you kind of reek.”

“I don’t smell bad do I? I was sweating a little bit I had took a shower earlier..” You ask worriedly, taking a step back. Edge shook his head, taking a step forward towards you.

“Nah. You’ve got it all wrong. I think you may reek of awesomeness. Now that you do, I want you to put on these goggles for me.” He has bestowed upon you some silver ones and you take them from him. “Since today you’re on WWF’s side officially, these are for you.”

“Oh. Wow. I’m super honored. I think I’ll keep these on for a while.” You say, putting them on. It sounded monotone but it really didn’t mean any harm. Honestly, you looked pretty silly but you didn’t mind one bit.

“Did you end up keeping that kazoo?” He suddenly asks. You adjust your goggles, looking up at him.

“Yes. Why?”

“Just wondering. I’d give other people some and at times they either lose them or just throw them away, so congrats to you for keeping it.”

You almost giggled at how childishly dismayed he looked.

INVASION; 8:10 PM

Edge told Christian about how you were coming out tonight. In the midst of the match they seemed distracted. The commentators actually brought this up, but there wasn’t any fruition to it.

That is, until you appeared mid-match. As promised, you sat down by the commentators table. You weren’t doing commentary, but you stayed silent and watched in a chair. Crossing your legs, you gave a smile.

Now the two just wanted to show off. You could tell they were adding extra stuff onto their move set.

It was cute! Really.

You did enjoy the match, but you note how long it was. You were sour about that. However, you suddenly had a wonderful proposition for a very hardcore match. You just hoped it would go through.

You slowly began to walk around the ring since you decided that you couldn’t really sit still. You weren’t gonna interfere. This was something they’d have to do on their own.

....

Unfortunately, the two didn’t win this match. You hopped out of your seat and exited back out. You wished you could celebrate with them, but they’d have to get their shit together.

...Wouldn’t it be a dream to manage them?

Hitting backstage, you saw Stephanie again. Approaching her with caution, she was speaking with someone who had a ‘Game Over’ shirt on.

...The night was not over just yet. Who was she speaking to..?

[unabashednightmarepizza]

hii!! could I request a mikey from tr x reader where reader is bi and they receive lots of confessions from guys and girls, and mikey gets vry jealous 🤧

thank you!! <33

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐒/𝐎

• Okay, first of all, damn what a beauty you hold. Like, you don't know-or maybe do😏- the power you hold.

• The elegance, the power, the strong yet cute aura... Ahhh, makes people S W O O N for your just one mere stare.

• No kidding though, most of the guys hit the walls by not looking where they were going when you pass by.

• And who were you kidding, you loved the attention but obviously, there was someone who didn't like it. Who would just whine and grab your hand like a child to drag you away.

• "But...But Y/N-chan, you are supposed to be mine!!"

•" Idiot, it's not like I'm dating them! You're my boyfriend, get yourself together please!

•"Oh, but my beautiful love! They're alll fighting for your hand-"

•"Mikey, have you been watching old romance movies again😑"

• I don't take criticism, this boi loves romance movies( even though it's mostly just to make fun of the male lead lol)

• Mikey was restless though. He was used to seeing love letters or gifts in his shoe locker since he was quite attractive as well. He never payed attention to them, giving the free sweets to Toman and coming to you to drag you away to go and buy snacks.

• But obviously, only girls were interested in him...

• Whereas the whole school was in love with you.

• One time he, Draken and Takemichi was just walking casually- I ask for a minute of yours, these two boy actually came to school which was a shicking facts- and were just talking about their lovers

•" Ahhh, Y/N-chan is the most beautiful one~~ Her hair is so soft that my hand just glides through them and her hands are so soft that when she wraps them around-"

•"M-Mikey-kun, are you supposed to s-say t-thing like that!!"

• "... my hair and braid them, I just fall asleep..."

• Yeah, that will stay as an awkward memory between them.

• While they were bickering, more like Mikey poking Takemichi's forehead, Draken saw your figure and was about to call out but then, the scene in front of him made him gape at you.

• There were 4 girls, blushing who were holding plushies between their arms, confessing to you.

•" Y/N-chan, you are so kind and sweet and when you smile our way... Our hearts go boom boom! If that's okay with you, please go out with us!"

• So... hehe a fivesome, maybe?😶

• Draken was like, holy shit even we don't have that much of fans and... Is she smiling at them!?

• Mikey, finally let go of poor Takemichi to look at where this ruckus was coming from, stood there with an unreadable expression.

• "Is Y/N-san that popular with girls? I thought you were the one-"

•"Shut up, Takemichi..."

• He always knew you were attractive but still, that didn't make it any easy for his pride. He was %100 sure that you were loyal to him even though he could be a real pain in the ass, that you loved him. How could he ever doubt your love?

• First of all, you always dealt with his little tantrums of his food never having the tiny flags that he loved so much. You'd always laugh your head off at him and pinch his cheeks lovingly. That would stop him immediately and make him fidget on his seat shyly.

• Or you'd always be up whenever he came back from a fight, ready to fix his wounds and kiss them better. Preparing his favorite meals in the middle of the night, you'd open some corny, old movie and watch it inside the security of your room where you two were just stupid lovers who were in love with each other stupidly.

• "Ah, thank you for the kind words! They made me pretty happy but my boyfriend is probably waiting for me and I hope someone who will share your affections will cross your paths!"

• Ahh, the ever so kind Y/N... People are gonna be in love with you even more now!

• After bidding them goodbye and seeing your boyfriend with his friends, you beamed at him and kissed his cheeks. Taking his arm between yours, you casually asked him about his day. But he can't just pretend that there were people confessing to you right and left.

•" Y/N-chan... You wouldn't leave me, right? Like, I know I can be handfull but... if there would be something making you uncomfortable with the way I act, you wouldn't hesitate to tell me, right?"

• Raising your brows in shock, since that insecure side of him rarely showed itself, you stood in front of him and pulled towards an empty part of the school. After much hugging and reassuring "You're the only one for me" talk, you showed him just how much you loved him.

• NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK YOU HORNY BALLS 😈

• Well here is the part, that's if a girl was the one confessing to you. You know, since he doesn't hit girls, he would only pout at you but if it was a guy...

• The mf who tried his way with you would face with completely different reactions, from both of you.

• Now, you weren't Mikey's s/o for nothing. You could easily whoop asses alongside your friends and take great enjoyment as well. If the guy is someone from the school, you'd be polite and Mikey wouldn't get angry, just whine ×10 more and kidnap you to some private place to spend time.

• But unfortunately, actually fortunately, this time, it was from another gang and oh boy, were you excited to let your anger out 😈

•" A beauty shouldn't be in fights, sweetheart~"

• "That sweethearr is about to whoop your ass with her beauty, bitch!"

• you locked him with your legs to the ground, with your heel right in front of his crotch but he swinged you off of himself, grinning devilishly.

• "I liked you, girlie... Leave that little boyfriend of yourse and come to my place~"

• Mistake number 1: Flirt with the Invincible Mikey's Girlfriend

• Mistake number 2: Underestimate Mikey

• "Look, you god damn punk, say one more shitty thing about my damn boyfriend, and I'll not be responsible for what's about to-"

• Yeah, no worries Y/N! Your boyfriend already beat that shit to a pulp.

• "Talk to my girl like that one more time so that I can actually kill you..."

• Ahh, men who would burn the whole world for their lover 🥰🥰

• Seeing your pouting and cute face, he cooed at you and put his coat around you. Still looking at him angrily since he cut your talk short and didn't let you beat his ass, he hugged and swayed you right to left.

•"But... What did you expect me to do!? Let that punk flirt with my girl!? I already have to deal with girls flirting with you, have a bit mercy!"

•" But I was so close to beating his balls!"

• "Baby, love of my life, I promise I'll let you fight with the next man who will dare to speak about you so lewdly!

•"Promise?"

•"Yes,yes... Now, let's go and get some ice cream! I'm hungry!"

• Well, you didn't have to know that he crossed his fingers behind his back without you knowing 🙄

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 6: I Don't Trust Myself With Loving You

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A return. A surprise. A reconciliation. A promise.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: T, nothing much here just some old fashioned yearning. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: I think we've put them through enough heartache, don't you?

Cross-posted on AO3

Me or the Thought of Me Masterlist || I Think of You Series Masterlist

The ruckus when Mando returns is fascinating without visuals. The screech of the cargo ramp lowering is long and grating against your ears. Thunks of Mando’s boots climbing the ramp are heavier than when he left (carrying precious cargo). The hiss and slam of, you assume, Mando shoving the bounty into the carbonite chamber. You’d found the manual tucked under the console and had it open on your lap. It’s a complicated read, but you think with a few passes through you could at least check for leaks and do minor maintenance provided you don’t mess with the carbonite gas line.

Boots clunk around the hold for another moment before they stop abruptly. 

(must have found the first of your projects)

You wait with baited breath, hearing some slower, softer footsteps and a few shifting noises. These are followed by a stride across the hold and deeper into the ship, where you assume he’s found your ration restructuring. There’s more uncertainty in his steps now, a shuffle when he doesn’t pick his feet up cleanly each time. 

(Did you actually catch a Mandalorian unaware? That’s a notch in your belt for sure)

(huh, you never really considered that you’re a notch in his too)

A few more noises ring out from the bottom of the ladder. The shick of the pod being opened, a trilling baby noise, a murmur from the watchful father. Then the clanking of feet ascending the ladder.

You’re perched in the jumpseat, manual forgotten on your knee, as Mando enters the cockpit. The kid sits in his favorite spot in Mando’s elbow, turning his attention straight to you when they enter. Mando’s helmet is turned to the pilot’s seat (oh Maker no, you’re not bold enough to sit there when he’s elsewhere), but then whips around and the dark T visor locks on you. You smile, a little shyly, and put the manual on the control board next to you.

“Did you…clean the hold?” is first out of his mouth, and a note of surprise is clearly wrapped around his words. You smile wider and chuckle a little, standing up to greet him.

“You leave me on a ship alone, I get bored. I get bored, I make up things to do.” You put your hands in the recycled flight suit pockets and shift from foot to foot. “I kept seeing you…”

“And organized the ration storage?” Mando interrupts. You’re less sure now, his voice full of wonder but his body still tight and towering over you. It’s hard to tell if he’s impressed or angry at your impudence. 

“Yeah, it should be easier for restocking to know…I’m sorry, I hope it was okay, I just…” Your insecurities bubble back to the surface despite the one-sided conversation from earlier. 

(Did you just go and ruin it all?)

Mando’s hot gloved hand wraps around your shoulder, squeezing it softly. 

“Sorry, you…surprised me. It was thoughtful of you…to do that.” Relief floods your body and you let out a breath you’d been holding behind your heart. The child waves a hand and you take it between your thumb and forefinger. 

“Hey bean, did your dad catch the bad guy?” you ask, and are given a “patu” in response.

“Yeah, finally,” Mando adds, leaning to put the kid down on the jumpseat you previously occupied. You drag your eyes across the planes of his back leaned so close to you, and want more than anything to touch him. Once the child is settled, he straightens up to his full height. You smile softly and succumb to temptation, reaching up to put a hand on the un-beskared part of his arm.

“I’m glad you came back safely.” You try to put warmth and meaning into your words without adding more, taking a page from his handbook.

(thank you for what you said)

(I forgive you for the last few weeks)

(I want to stay here with you)

Mando watches you with a tilt of his head, then steps into your space. You’re enveloped in a hug that stinks of swamp water and mildew, but is the balm to your sadness. You melt into him, arms coming around his waist as his wrap across your shoulders and lower back. He’s damp between the armor plates but so solid in your arms, against your cheek as you hide your smile. His hands caress you with soothing strokes, the helmet tipping enough to the side that it rests against your temple.

“I’m not sure how to do this,” Mando says and you breathe out a laugh into his chest plate. 

“Me neither,” you agree, your fingers wandering across Mando’s powerful back. The ripple of muscle zings arousal through you, but you breathe through it. The moment feels like a razor’s edge, precarious if not handled with care. You both stay this way, the child uninterested in the display as he tries to reach for the manual.

“I want to learn how,” Mando finally says, releasing you from his hold (please not yet) and leaning back to look at you. Staring into the empty blackness of the visor, you hope you’re meeting his eyes. 

“I want to be here for that,” you say, and some of the tension eases out of Mando’s body. He brings a gloved hand up to drag a knuckle under your chin, the helmet leaning close to you but not enough to touch.

(kiss me)

(please)

The child manages to knock the manual to the ground, the noise breaking the stillness of the moment. You turn to place it further away while Mando picks the child up.

“Would you like something to eat? The kid’s starving,” he says, and from the squinty-eyed look he’s wearing you would have to agree.

“I can get something for him so you can get out of that awful smelling suit,” you offer. 

This is the first step, you realize as you say it. The first offer since he’s returned, and one he easily refused in the past. But Mando places the child in your arms and steps out of the way of the ladder.

“That would be great, thank you,” he answers and you swell with relief. Descending the ladder you head to the newly organized food storage, Mando close behind.

“Did you fall into the swamp? Or just bring half of it back with you?”

Mando chuckles behind you. You missed the warmth of that sound.

“Several times. I’m beginning to feel like a Gungan.”

You smile and pull down a box, talking to the child as you rifle through it.

“It’s been a busy few days for you, how are you feeling about…imitation killcrab?” The child hums a low noise, which you interpret as got any better options?

“I’m with you on that one, bean. Okay, this one is…chuba stew? I think?” A more accommodating noise. “Chuba stew it is.”

Wrapped up in this exchange you don’t see Mando lingering in the entry to the storage room. One hand rests on his belt, the other on the doorframe as he watches. The helmet roams across the scene, lingering longest on your face. By the time you turn around he’s gone.

Your name is called from the ‘fresher a few minutes later. Leaving the kid to eat his meal on the crate you designated as the table (with a label and everything), you move into the ship. Mando is standing at the ‘fresher door, hands on his hips and shaking his head.

“How did you get rid of that awful smell?” He laughs, and if you didn’t think your heart could swell any more you’d be a liar. 

“Bad filter. Managed to get it out, and with any luck installed the new one correctly. Let me know if it starts backing up on you.” You turn to leave but Mando catches your arm and leads you back to him. His other hand comes up to your face and settles against your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your chin and ghosting along the bottom edge of your lip.

“Thank you, for everything,” he says in a warmer tone than the one he used in the cockpit, and you would respond to that if you could focus on anything but his hand, warm and gentle and calloused against your face.

(wait)

(WAIT)

(Where is his glove?)

Your mouth falls open, the rough side of Mando’s bare thumb sliding to rest in the bow of your lower lip. Your eyes widen as his helmet tilts a fraction, his thumb dragging purposefully against the plushness of your mouth before he enters the ‘fresher and closes the door. Left dumbfounded in the hall, you numbly walk back to the child. Sitting heavily on another crate, you let your fingers trace the path he did.

(It has never been so exciting to be this in over your head)

Behind the safety of the ‘fresher door, Mando watches his bare hands grip the edge of the sink, the memory of your skin still dancing on them. He looks at the helmet in the mirror for a moment, the symbol of Mandalore judging him back. Then, he tips his head down and lifts his thumb to drift under the edge of the helmet. The tip brushes his own lips, dry and warm, with the ghost of your mouth.

It has never been so exciting for Din Djarin to be this in over his head.

END || PREVIOUS

Notes: Thank you all once again for coming on this wild ride! We had a lot to work out in this installment, but they're in a much better place now. Maybe still a little cautious, a little guarded, but with more open eyes. There are a few one-shots coming up, so look forward to those next installments. Thank you to everyone who's liked, commented, and reblogged this work. To many more stories!

The story continues in Part 4: Galaxies Collide

[softcallofdutyimagines]

can I request some naga with a spetznaz reader? she is highly skilled and has been with the spetznaz for atleast a decade. and maybe her squad had to team up with naga to take down some dangerous drug lord or something and they start to fall in love. note she always wears her balaclava when she's around other people she only tekens it off when she is alone with her men or just by herself. she also has a few scars

sorry if it's too specific!

Don't Go | Naga x Fem!Reader

Oooooo sheeeeeet 👀👀👀 I'm so here for Naga x badass lady content lmao. Also, not to worry!! I love yous guy's OCs, and if this is one such instance, I'm more then happy to write some content for them. In fact, I'd be quite honored :)

Anyway, sorry for the wait but this turned into a whole ass little fic, so here we go!!

The blistering Laotian sun beams overhead. Naga is taking shelter in the branches of a tall tree, sharpening a blade and surveying the land below.

His men and yours mill around, preparing for the fight coming up.

In return for his work for Perseus, Kapano has called in a favor... One of Perseus' operators and a small squad to help him and his men take down a rival who's been getting far too close for comfort to his territory. And well... He didn't get to be in this position by playing nice.

The two of you have been tracking his whereabouts for weeks now and, at long last, the time has come. Tonight's the night, and afterwards your partnership will be through.

One last shick of the blade and then... Silence.

He looks down into the clearing and picks you out from the crowd. An easy task, considering you're wearing one of the same few balaclavas you always wear.

And he does mean, always.

He's never seen your face, despite the few times he's given you the privilege of seeing his. Somehow, he's always thought that maybe, if he removes his mask or bandana, it'll encourage you to do the same, but... To no such avail.

It's strange, you know... He hasn't a clue what you look like, and yet he can't seem to get you out of his mind. He's wondered often, but all he knows for sure is that you have the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen...

The thought of parting ways with you after tonight upsets him, even though he knows it shouldn't. This is a business arrangement only. Nothing more.

And yet... He's never met a woman quite like you before.

He could get any woman he wants in all of Laos into his bed should he please, and yet the one who actually intrigues him, he has no chance with. And that's just the thing, isn't it? He doesn't want a woman in his bed, he wants one in his life damn it!

His lonely, stressful, life...

Prostitutes and dancers are plentiful and cheap to a man like him, but company such as that does nothing to interest him. He needs... A partner.

Someone who will stay through the tough and the crazy and the fighting and the schemes. Someone to be there through the hurt and the loss and the anger and the loneliness. Someone...

Like you.

During the day, he has visions of expanding his underground empire and sharing the wealth together. At night, he dreams of a quiet life with a woman who calls his name sweetly and kisses him softly. Yes, even a feral, conniving, wild man such as he dares to dream of a domestic life after this one to grow old and fat in, from time to time.

Kapano lays his head back and sighs deeply. Surely not. You are a tigress among women, certainly not the type to dote and be doted on by a small man with a big lifestyle and personality like him.

Do you ever think of such things? He wonders.

He watches you spar hand to hand with one of your men. You're giving every bit as good as you get, and in a few moves more he's confident you'll gain the upper hand.

A thud and a cheer finds him from down below. He cracks open his eyes to see, to no one's surprise, that you have won. With a small smile and an even tinnier sigh, he claps his hands politely and slowly fades into one of his day dreams.

Just according to plan, the raid goes off without a hitch. The rival has been sufficiently delt with, and Naga has found himself considerably richer in the process. You spend most of the night laughing and celebrating as the two of you, along with your crews, haul back the loot you've captured.

The two of you take rest amongst the sea of pillows and cushions that make up his living room furniture. For the third time since you've been here face to face with him, you wince and try to play it off.

"Is something wrong?", he asks at last.

"Tsk, it's nothing. Just a cut I think", you touch your covered cheek and sigh. The woolen fabric is irritating the injury you received from the fight. Just another scar for the count, you suppose...

"Sorry, I really must be going. I should clean this up...", You move to stand, only to fall back into the pile of cushions with a hiss. It would seem that knee on knee strike you received earlier as well is catching up with you.

Naga puts his hands out to steady you, "No no! It's alright... I um...", He spares a cautious glance to the hem of your balaclava. Should he... "Would you like me to clean it for you?"

You give him an appraising look. There's no one you trust in this world with your face, aside from a select few of your men. But... You must admit.

You've developed... Feelings, for the oh so vicious little warlord. Hm, vicious only on the outside, you muse. He has a tender heart underneath it all, and you consider yourself lucky to have been able to bear witness to it, just as you are now.

"...Fine"

Slowly, carefully, you remove the mask. It's stuck to the dried blood from your wound but, with a bit of help, it's off soon enough.

You hold a hand to your injured cheek, hoping to stop up some of the fresh blood after the old stuff has been ripped away. Naga holds your mask, and he... Feels...

In awe.

You have all the beauty of a goddess, and he feels truly privileged to behold the sight of you.

"Something wrong?", You cock an eyebrow, suddenly second guessing your decision to reveal yourself.

"No, I just...", Gently, he reaches out a hand to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, "You're more beautiful then I ever could've imagined..."

His voice is quiet and distant, as though he's in a dream. As the moonlight dances through the room, he gazes at you in a state of absolute wonder until it almost makes you wish you could stay in this moment forever.

Suddenly, he shakes himself, snapping out of it. He shrinks away and breaks his eyes from looking at yours, "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that", he's quiet for a moment. You both are, as you reel from the sudden change. "I'll go get th-"

"Wait", your hand reaches out and tugs him back down. He stumbles a little and finds himself landing closer to you then he's ever been before.

The cool breath of your lips tickles the skin of his broad little nose, even as your breath seems to hitch in your throat. His deep, almond eyes lock onto your bright, shining irises, the only feature he's known you for, for all this time, before daring a glance at your parted lips.

The slightest of movements brings you closer to him, but he's been waiting for this moment far too long for gentleness.

He supports your head and shoulders before crashing his lips into yours. His lips are thick and soft, far more so then you would've expected of gang boss like himself. He suspends himself over top of you, his body only inches away as you fall back completely against the plush pillows.

You run a hand along his side as he works over your slips, rough, but slow. His body is lean and hard, but softer and pleasingly warm in certain places. He moans happily, like a dog receiving a particularly enjoyable scratching, as you gently caress his side and kiss him back.

When you're both ready, he gently breaks the kiss, only to plant one more to your forehead. He lingers there a moment, his voice the barest of whispers, "Please don't go tomorrow..." He sniffs, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was about to cry.

He pulls back a little and shakes his head, "Or ever. I-I want you to stay...", He caresses your healthy cheek, and shyly makes eye contact with you before pressing a long, tender kiss to your lips. "I think... I think I love you"

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, a wave of surprise over taking you. You had no idea he felt this way... Maybe you're not as crazy as you thought for all those times you've thought about him...

Honestly, you don't know if you're ready for something like this, but...

Is anyone?

You swallow your nerves, and find that a small smile breaks free as you let your anxieties go. "I think...", You cup his cheek and give a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, "maybe I love you too"

[roanniom]

I want to make a request but I don't know what to ask for. I just want you to tell me a storyyyy Issa

Happily Edging After

Adam Sackler x Reader

Word Count: 600~

Warnings: NSFW, edging, masturbation (m), PIV sex

Once upon a time there was a man named Adam Sackler. All he ever wanted to do was pound that pussy. Day in and day out, Sackler wished with all his heart that he could get his dick wet, by whatever means necessary, as long as it was you on the receiving end of his bucking hips. He told you as much whenever the chance to do so arose. 

Unfortunate for him, however, Sackler was a bit of a brat. This meant that it was exceedingly enjoyable for you to make him beg and plead and whine without ever actually doing anything about it. His hands would grab uselessly at your body, but you had grown skilled in the art of dodging their grasp. In public you would egg him on with light touches and lilting whispers, laughing to yourself when his ears turned red and his breath came in heaves, despite the mixed company. It was, after all, quite a personal problem on his part.

For Sackler would work himself up into such a dither that upon entrance to your shared apartment you would often find yourself pinned against the back of the slammed door.

“I need it I need it I need it,” would come his rumbling ramble, large hands squeezing into your curves in this fleeting moment of sweet, supple contact. Of course, you would only laugh and peel him off you before sauntering away, leaving him to bang his head against the door in frustration. For all his force and aggression, your Sackler always knew that he got nothing unless it was given to him. He might have been a brat, but he was, at heart, a good boy. You just preferred to take your sweet time acknowledging it. A little edging never killed anyone, after all. And you liked Sackler exactly like that – on edge. Ready to burst.   

After finishing your nightly routine on this particular night, you come to find Sackler spread out on the bed, seemingly having come to the conclusion that handling his horniness himself was the only option. You stand above him at the foot of the bed until, tapping your foot until he opens his eyes, jaw slack, muscles in his arm tense from the exertion.

“I thought you needed it,” you muse, sliding a hand down between your legs, lazily stroking over your mound in a way that makes the t-shirt you’re wearing (his t-shirt) ride up. “It being my cunt.”

“I do,” he says through gritted teeth, not slowing the consistent shick shick shick of his hand tugging his aching cock.

“That looks a lot like your hand, Sackler.”

He glares at you, as he always does when you tease him for taking drastic measures to relieve the torture you’ve put him through. He’s turned on and he’s tired of waiting. But you can see by the way his eyebrows shoot up desperately after a particularly rough pull, and the way that his eyes are locked onto your hand on your panties, that he’s enjoying the delicious suspense. And that is your absolute favorite thing of all.

Without a second thought you climb up on the bed, divesting yourself of his oversized shirt, and crawl up his large, prone frame. His eyes widen to take in the answers to all of his prayers straddling him, the promise of your cunt and his subsequent sweet relief clear and present, obscured only by the soaking fabric of your panties. You rake your fingernails up his bare chest to grip his solid shoulders for leverage.

“Ready for something better than your hand, big boy?”

[grimesgirll]

how i imagine living in alexandria with rick and shane would look when it isn’t grappling with another mortal crisis

[haikyuuscreaming]

hi can i request you and atsumu and bokuto getting stuck in fazbears pizza at night and then they get possessed and turn into golden freddy and springtrap and u fuck? tysm i love ur blog❤️

ur so sweet yes ofc!!! thank u for the request i usually dont take them but this was such a good concept <3

atsumu x reader x bokuto in fazbears pizza

“guys i am so nervous,” u whisepedr as u surveyed the tiny office u were trapped in. “that phone guy on the phone was pretty scary....i dont wanna get stuffed!!!”“its ok babe” atwsumu rolled his eyes and flipped thru the security cams “were gonna be fine. that old phone dude was just tryna scare us bc of those freaky ass animatroncis

“dont woryr !!!!” bokuto beamed from beside u as he started jamming the door buttons for no fuckign reason. “thisll be juuussttt fine” 

“no wtf bokut o uidiot!!” u slapped bokutos thick asscheeks because wtf why is he jamming the doors...u guys r at 30% battery now and its only 2am!!!! “stop jamming the doors!!!! we r gonna die stupid:\”

“hey dont call him srupid” atsumu said lowly and omg u watched as his eyes turned dark, void of light except for the glowing pupil in the middle of each socket. u were so shicked that u turned to bokuto, about to cry 4 help n point out atsumus weird af robot transofrmation, but just as atsuum was morphing into a rusted golden rabbit, bokuto was turning into some weird mf bear

“omg bokuto atsumu wtf are u guys doing!!!” u screamed but it was too late....ur two boyrfinds were now animatronics. atsumu sprouted two hugeass golden bubnny ears n was completely turned into a robot bunny springlock suit, while boktuyo was a a twicthing golden bear suit on the floor 

“yeah ur so sexy” atsumusprintgtrap whiserped as he started to fuck u in the ass ,ur body rpessed against the desk of the office. bokutogoldenfreddy put his weird robot dick against ur mouth n u sucked his cock hapiply 

they fucked u n bonni eand chica and freddy n foxy watcehd fro outside bc they were too scared to ask wtf was going on sigh and then atsumuspringtrap came inside of u bc his cock was os big and then u choked on bokutogoldenfreddys dick because it was very big too n they both came inside of the respective holes it was really hot n then u farted so the cum bubbled out of ur asshole and atsukuspringtrap said “omg no u r so disgusting” so then bokutogoldenfreddy killed u for farting n then they stuffed u in a catgirl animatronic suit so u guys could fuck as robots forever

[brieannakeogh]

I’m Not Her- Ch 5

I’m Not Her- Bucky Barnes x Reader. Bucky can’t stop a girl getting killed in a robbery gone wrong, but what happens when he sees her all over the place.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: SMUT! and this is gonna hurt. 

Chapter 5

It’s been a little over a month since you ran into the wall of muscle that you had tentatively started calling your boyfriend. After taking you out for dinner at the little italian place, there wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t see him at some point. Whether it was a coffee and pastry at the bakery for breakfast, or dinner, or an art exhibition. You had tried a movie, but the crowds and closed in atmosphere didn’t do well with him. The two of you ended up leaving halfway through and he wouldn’t stop apologizing for it. The only way to shut him up was kissing him senseless, which you very much enjoyed, especially when he pushed you up against the brick wall of the building and you could really feel how much he liked you.

That was the only strange part. You weren’t sure if it was from his upbringing or because of his hard life, but the two of you hadn’t had sex yet. He would always leave you frustrated and needy at the steps of your apartment, a “Not tonight darln’, next time.” on his lips, when you tried to invite him up. You could wait though. Wait and be patient for him, he was definitely worth it.

You had honestly never felt this way in a relationship before. Yeah you dated, fucked, but there was never this deep connection. It hit you one night, laying in bed. You were texting him back and forth, stupid silly things. He was telling you about Natashia and how close she was to him, but you didn’t even question it. You trusted him.

Badboys also weren’t new to you. That was your shick, it was also your downfall in your dating life. You could never trust them and always had to keep yourself protected. Bucky of course was objectively the worst ‘badboy’ you ever dated. He had a mysterious past, he’s killed people, he still kills people when necessary. You didn’t doubt for a moment that he could kill you with a toothpick, but he was also soft and sweet. He was loyal and protective. It was obvious he cared about you too and for the first time you trusted someone with your heart. You knew you loved him, but knew he wasn’t ready to hear it yet. The best you could hope for right now was some relief of the sexual variety, the flowery confessions could come later.

The two of you had just gotten back from a date. You had invited him out to an art opening at the gallery you worked at. Watching his eyes and the amazement on his face made you fall a little more for him. Currently, you were in the same place all your dates ended. With you pressed up against the railing of the steps to your apartment building, his tongue down your throat and hand on your neck and hip, kissing the life out of you.

“Bucky…” You start to pull back, and a disgruntled noise comes from the back of his throat. “Come in with me Bucky. Please? I need this, I need you.” You knew you sounded desperate and needy, but you just couldn’t stand it anymore. The growl you receive from him as he's moved to kissing your neck, makes you think he needs it too.

“I know doll, I do. I just can’t. I don’t trust myself yet, but please believe me that I want this just as badly.”

You giggle. “Yeah I can feel that.” He pulls back from you and gives you a sheepish look, hiding his face in his hair. You reach up to push the tendrils back behind his ears. “It’s alright. I don’t get it, but it’s ok.”

He chewed on his lip as he searched your eyes. “I’m worried I’d hurt you.” He finally confessed. “I hadn’t been with a woman since before, at least not that I remember. I don’t want to lose control and squeeze too hard or something.”

“I’m not made of glass Bucky, you won’t break me.”

“But I could. Doll, I can rip doors from hinges, if I get too caught up I can hurt you, badly.”

“Bucky, I could easily break a baby, or an egg, or a million other things, but I don’t. It’s subconscious how hard you can touch. You don’t hurt me when we makeout, even with your hands on my hips and grinding.” He sighs and lays his forehead on your shoulder. “You also forget I can speak. If I tell you it hurts I know you’ll back off. I trust you.”

“Ok.” He licks his lips. “Let me think about it alright?”

“Maybe talk to Steve too. He would be in a similar situation, other than the arm thing.” You watch as he moves his left arm from your sight, but you don’t let him and pull it from behind his back. “I trust all of you.” Bringing his metal hand to your face, you rest it on your cheek kissing his palm.

He pulls you close, tucking you into his chest before kissing the top of your head and telling you “Goodnight”. The rest of the night you spend restless. You sort of understand his fears, but also think he’s letting his head get in the way again. During your text session with him after he got home, he said he would spend most of tomorrow at his apartment but wanted to see if you could come out for an early dinner. Of course you had yet to say no to one of his invitations, but it made you think, maybe you should get him out of his head. He might be more comfortable in his own place instead of yours. A plan was hatching as you drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t hard to figure out which apartment was his. He had already pointed out his building when you walked past it one night. Figuring out he just hadn’t bothered to put a name on the buzzer list for the door was easy. It also helped that you recognized the gruff voice over the speaker straight away. If you had been a solicitor, the unfriendly growl of his voice would have scared you off.

“Hey Buck it’s me. Can I come up?”

“Doll?” He hesitates and stutters a little. “Yeah, sure.”

The buzzer sounds and you go in and across the lobby to the elevator. The doors open on his floor and he’s standing already on the other side.

“Is everything ok? I was coming to pick you up in a few hours.”

“I know, I was just thinking we could hang out before our date. If that’s ok?”

“Hang out? I don’t see why not.” He gives you a suspicious look, but you push past him and to his door.

Walking in like you’ve been there before, you take everything in for the first time. It’s a small little apartment, but clean. Not much in the way of personal items or photos on the walls. There is a tiny kitchen to your right, barely enough room for the stove and what seems to be an even smaller living room. The couch takes up most of the space. A door on your left and a door on your right, past the kitchen, is the entirety of his living space. You weren’t surprised, knowing he wasn’t one for knick knacks or frills.

The sound of the door closing behind you, brought you out of your thoughts. “You wanna sit?” Bucky asked from behind you. He seemed nervous, not knowing what to make of you just showing up. You tried to give him a warm reassuring smile as you sat on the couch. “Umm did you want something to drink? I think all I have is OJ and water.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“I’m fine. Come and sit with me.” You pat the spot next to you on the couch.

Now that you’re here you start to second guess if this was a good idea or not. Maybe he really wasn’t ready and this would push him away. He seemed to not want to meet your eyes as he sat and you didn’t understand why he was so withdrawn.

He sat down beside you, but keeping a little space. You watched a few emotions flitter across his face before his jaw ticked and he wore his blank expression, hiding his emotions. “Look, I can guess why you’re here so you don’t have to say anything. I get it. Just go on and leave. I won’t contact you again. The only thing I ask is just call me or Steve if you’re in trouble. I don’t want you to think you can’t count on us to help.”

The shocked expression was crystal clear on your face, and when Bucky saw it he dropped his mask and looked at you confused.

“Bucky, what do you think is happening right now?”

His brows furrow. “I...you...aren’t you breaking up with me? After yesterday?”

“God no!” You launched yourself at him, holding him tight. It took a couple of seconds before his arms went around you. “I’m sorry I just showed up, but that’s not happening.” You pulled back to really look at him. Maybe instead it was time for the flowery confession if he thought you could drop him so easily. “Bucky, I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks before he crushes you against him. You laugh into his bear hug, before tapping him on the side to loosen up, with a “Bucky…” wheezed out.

“Sorry doll, did I hurt you?” Concern on his face.

“No.” You chuckle. “Not anymore than anyone else that hugs that tight. I told you, you aren’t going to hurt me.” You’ve scooted closer to him and are practically in his lap, wondering if you should even continue the original plan you came her for. “I’m sorry I freaked you out by coming over unexpectedly.” You tell him, laying your head on his shoulder, trying to buy yourself some time to figure out what to do next.

“For the record…” He lifts your chin up with two fingers. “I think I love you too. I just didn’t want to say it too early. I’m glad you came to tell me that.” His soft smile had you melting as he placed his lips against yours gently. Part of you wanted to correct his mistake in the assumption that that was why you showed up at his door, but the other part was enjoying herself too much to stop.

His lips and tongue trance down your mouth, down your neck, nipping at the exposed skin he found. Bucky pulled you into his lap and at first you were worried about hurting him with your weight on his thighs, before you remembered that the man under you could bench press a car.

It’s not long before his mouth is back on yours, deepening the kiss and moaning as your hips rotate in his lap. His hands on your ass to pull you closer. He pulls back a little and you look down to see his thick rosey lips, kiss swollen, and his eyes dark. He seems to be drinking you in, hands roaming down your sides and thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. You can feel his erection pressing into you.

“Bucky…” You moan as you feel him pushing up against your panties. The skirt of your dress was pushed up so only that was between you and his jeans. He grinds himself into you again, and pulls at your hips. “Bucky...you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready….ah fuck!” The way he’s been rubbing hits your clit just right and it takes your breath away.

“I know darlin’, but you’re right.” He pants in your ear. His hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I’m gettin’ too caught up in my head. I’m counting on ya to tell me if I go too far.”

You grin down at him, pressing your lips to his hungerly. “If that’s the case….Bucky, please fuck me.”

A strangled groan is his response and he stands from the couch with you attached to him. A startled yelp is released from you which makes him chuckle. “I got ya.” You do feel very steady against him with one of his arms under your butt and the other parallel to your spine. He walks to the door opposite the kitchen, which has just enough room for a queen bed and a dresser. You bounce a little when he drops you in the middle of the bed, a giggle falls from your lips and he smiles down at you.

Grabbing the back of his tee shirt, he pulls it off, tossing it who knows were. You get up on your knees and your hands go to the edge of your dress to pull it off, but his hands stop you. “Let me?” Nodding at him, you watch in fascination as he slowly pulls the garment off, like he’s savoring the moment. The dress drops from his fist and he brings his hands up, touching each patch of skin reverently. From your neck, down your collarbone, over bra clad breast, teasing just the tops of the cups with his fingers. Down your stomach and over the tops of your thighs. You lean into his touch, wanting more.

He pulls back and sheds his jeans, the tent in his boxers obvious. Climbing onto the bed, he kneels in front of you, mimicking your position. He doesn’t have to tell you want he wants as you reach out and run your hands over him. Exploring his body just as he did yours. Watching as he gasps when your thumb runs over a nipple. Your fingers trace the lines of his muscles in his abs and the bit of v-line you can see over his underwear.

As you get to his legs, he pulls you to him, pressing you flush against him. Kissing you fiercely he unhooks your bra with just a snap of his wrist. Chuckling again as he pulls back to toss it to the side. “That’s a lot easier now.” You nip at his bottom lip in annoyance, but can’t stop the smile on your face. He growls playfully and pushes you back on the bed, straddling your hips. His hands once again roaming your front, pay particular attention to your now exposed breasts. You moan as he leans down to suck on each one, tongue flicking out to your hardened nipples.

Switching positions, he lays over you, one arm supporting his weight as he kisses down to your panties, skipping them entirely and going for your inner thighs. Licking and kissing closer and closer to your covered core.

“Baby, you smell beautiful.” He licks a strip up your panties and you gasp. “Taste good too.” He smirks.

“Maybe you should go for seconds.” You tease when your brain starts back up again.

“Good idea.”

He hooks his fingers into the waistband and drops them with the rest of your cloths. That’s when you fully realize that he’s a damn tease. His tongue and lips going everywhere but your clit. His hands on the back of your thighs, holding you up and open to him. The grip so strong you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to. His hands get closer together so his thumbs can pull you apart, completely exposing you to his eyes and mouth.

“Bucky please…” You whimper as you feel him blowing on your heated center. “Please we can do the long drawn out teasing later. I just really need you to make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.”

You think you hear another chuckle from between your legs but soon it doesn’t matter as you can’t form another rational thought. He is now on a mission, knows exactly where to press, lick, suck to make you lose your mind. Releasing one of your legs, his finger circles over your entrance as his mouth is on your clit. One finger pushes in easily, even two, but three he has to work a bit, before he’s curling them into you.

You’ve felt on edge since you could feel his cock through his jeans on the couch, and finally you scream your release, not caring who hears. He works you though it and as you come down, you notice he’s shed his boxers and is resting on his elbows above you, kissing your face and neck.

The smug look on his face as he watches your loopy smile has you incredibly happy. You can feel the warmth radiate out your chest for the man above you, he looks perfect in this moment.

“Ready?” He asks almost timidly.

“For you? Always.” His head falls to your chest and you can see a bit of pink on his cheeks through his hair.

Adjusting himself, he lines up to you and pushes in slowly. He’s still overly cautious in hurting you. Moaning you hook your legs around him, using your heels to press him forward. You’re not able to move him but he takes the hint and goes a bit faster, bottoming out. His face scrunching up in concentration, you kiss quick light kisses all over to get him to focus on you.

“It’s ok. I’ll tell you if it hurts. Just relax and let go ok?” Looking him in the eye, his lips thin out and he nods. You feel him relaxing just so and he starts to move.

It feels incredible. His hips snapping to yours in the perfect amount of roughness, both of you panting and moaning.

“Bucky…” Your voice rough with want. You actually feel his control slip and he finally lets go. Losing himself in your body.

“Fuck...oh yess...god!” He leans in, moaning into your ear, but the name he says has tears stinging in your eyes that weren’t caused by pleasure. The rough panting of your breath, not from the lust building. You try to push him off, tears running down your face. He doesn’t budge and it takes him a few seconds to even realized what you are trying to do. Pulling back he stalls, his face dropping in horror when he sees yours. “You ok? Did I hurt you?”

“Get off!” The malice in your voice freezes him. You push again.

“What?” He doesn’t understand what’s happening.

“Fucking get off of me.” You push a final time, and he pulls back like you’ve burned him, sitting on his heels on the edge of the bed. You jump up and start dragging your clothes back on. He calls your name, trying anything to get you to just look at him. Scoffing “You finally remember now don’t you?” The quiet mumble leaves you, forgetting he can hear it all.

He says your name again. “I don’t understand. What did I do? Did I hurt you? You said you would tell me if that happened.” He moves to grab your arm, to get you to stop and look at him.

“You said the wrong name asshole!” You shout at him and he flinches. “Is that all I am to you? A substitute for her? To ease your guilt? I’m not her!”

“What? Who?” The genuine confusion on his face makes you falter, but a flashback of his voice calling out her name while fucking you slams the door to your sympathy.

“My sister. You fucking said my sister’s name.” Cold and harsh, venom dripping with each syllable as you walk out the door. Bucky’s left sitting there on his bed as his heart is crushed by your words. Hands in his hair, the scream that is ripped from his lungs echos through the building. You pause mid stride down the sidewalk when you hear it. It fades and you keep walking.

Next Chapter

So, I’ve had the end of this written for a long time. Sorry/not sorry. 

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[brieannakeogh]

Ambition, Butter and Wine- Ch 2

Ambition, Butter, and Wine- Kylo Ren x plus sized reader. Crack! Fic. You’re a new First Order recruit. Trained in the culinary arts at the top schools and they dare make you serve the common folk. What happens when you have the opportunity to serve Lord Ren?

Master List / Previous Chapter

Warnings: More cursing. 

Chapter 2

Your legs were practically jello as you walked back into the kitchens. The adrenaline high wearing off and making your limbs shake. Your supervisor was surprised you had made it back alive, and even more surprised when you told her about Commander Ren’s orders to you and his meal times. She promptly took you off of normal kitchen duty so you could meal plan and prepare for Ren’s dinner. This time you could go slow, take your time and really show off your skills. Cracking your knuckles you get to work.

It’s a long walk to his quarters when you’re balancing a tray in your hands. You had managed to find a silver lid to go on his plate, along with a cloth napkin. Presentation could be just as important as the food itself and you didn’t just want to heap it on there all willy nilly. You had also made tea and a glass of water, unsure what he wanted to drink.

You got to his door and realized your dilemma. Your hands are full, so you can’t hit the call button or knock. Not wanting to place the tray on your hip because of the drinks, you pull back your leg to kick at the door. Just as you foot would have impacted, the door shicks open and your foot goes down hard. Luckily nothing spills and you can straighten up.

Walking in, you see Commander Ren has already shed his combat gear for the day and looks...well...soft. Dressed in a pair of sweats and the softest looking sweater, you are frozen stiff in the doorway, just staring at him. The sound of the door closing behind you gets you moving again to place the tray where you did this morning. Stepping back you wait politely for his approval. He sits and lifts the cover from the plate and you can just make out a small eyebrow raise as he takes it all in. You outdid yourself, which doesn’t bode well for tomorrow’s dinner but you would deal with that tomorrow.

He takes a small bite and the corner of his lip twitches. The urge to bounce on the balls of your feet and do a happy dance are almost uncontainable. Almost. With a wave of his hand he dismisses you and you quickly escape to live another day. Once the doors close you let a giggle bubble up, which quickly turns into another maniacal laugh. You had done it. Skipped the line and went straight into being Lord Ren’s personal chef. Take that little man who’s food was so bad he didn’t deserve to be called a chef!

Kylo smirked as he he listened to your laugh and caught a little bit of your thoughts. Mostly feeling of satisfaction and a need to prove yourself above others in your field. He was surprised when you volunteered, but doing a quick search of your mind didn’t reveal any ill intent, just pride. He was curious to see if your high estimate of self worth from your cooking was accurate. It was, and he thanked the Maker he found you first before Hux.

A routine was soon formed as you would deliver his meals on time, waiting for him to take that first bite before being dismissed. You would come back a little later and collect the used dishes from outside his door. Sometimes you noticed he picked through and over some of the things and you would make a note of his preferences and change the meals accordingly.

That first morning when you went to deliver food you saw that he was still in his soft sweats and his hair out of sorts. He was adorable, but then you remembered he could and would kill you where you stand if he was unhappy. Adrenaline once again pumping through your veins, and you enjoyed the rush. You were afraid you were becoming an adrenaline junky yourself.

Fortunately, or unfortunately as you didn’t get the rush you craved, you became less and less worried that he would dispose of you if he didn’t like a dish presented. Rumor has it that it even affected his mood. Less destruction and even more tolerant of small mistakes. You hoped it was because of your food.

He had also started leaving little notes, in barely legible scrawl, requesting certain dishes again. Your chest filled with pride to know he had his favorites.

The routine abruptly stopped when you went to go drop off breakfast one morning and he didn’t open the door for you. Normally it would open as you got near it, even after Lord Ren pointed out that you could have set the tray down and then buzzed his door. Which is what you did this time. No answer. Try again. No answer. You didn’t want to just leave his food in the hallway to possibly get swiped by someone else, so you settle down opposite his door to wait. After an hour you were thinking about getting up and trying the buzzer again and if that didn’t work you would take the tray back down to the kitchen as you’re sure everything will be cold and icky after that.

Before you can hit the button, the door comes open and a bedraggled Ren stands before you. His face a little pale and you can see the dark circles under his eyes. “I’m not hungry. If I require something I will send for you.” He goes to step back, but your self preservation fails and you reach out to grab his sweater to stop him. It’s just a soft as it looks.

“Are you sick? I could bring soup?”

He stares down at the hand that is gripping his shirt and you let go quickly. He studies your face for a moment and you can feel a bit of pressure on the back of your brain. Apparently he liked what he saw rifling through your thoughts as his lip twitched again. It only did that when he really liked a dish. “Fine.” Was his answer and the door shut in your face.

Good soup takes time, time you didn’t really have. He needed to stay hydrated and extra nutrients to get better. The only solution you could think of was doing something you hated doing, using premade stock. You didn’t like the idea but you also didn’t have 15 hours to let it sit and reduce down properly. It would just have to do for now and then after breakfast you can make something a little more hardy for lunch, with an actual homemade soup for dinner. Throwing together some things in a small pot, you added, tasted and refined the flavor until it was passable. Still kinda bland, but maybe that was a good thing for his weakened tummy. There was extra left in the pot, but you hadn’t planned on keeping it if you were making your own stock later. You should have done it before now because it freezes really well and can be used for multiple things. Pouring reduced stock into ice cube trays and freezing it, makes perfect portions to add to sauces and stews to give it a bit more flavor.

This time when you made it in front of the door it slid open like normal. He still wasn’t dressed and you walked past him to the open door behind which was his actual bedroom. You heard an irritated huff, that you ignored as you set the try down on the bedside table. After a little digging in the stock room of the kitchen, you had found a tray that had legs that pulled out. “What exactly do you think you are doing?”

“Come sit, sir.” He huffed again, but did as you asked when you said “Please.” You added a pillow behind him as he sat with his back to the headboard. You had never seen a man look so confused as you did in that moment. At least not until you plopped the tray of soup into his lap. “I’ll be back in an hour to collect it. You can just leave it on the side table, so you don’t have to get up.”

You were stopped once more by his deep voice muttering something as you turned to leave. “I’m sorry sir? I didn’t catch that.”

“3582” He said louder and slowly like you were dim. When you gave no indication of understanding he continued. “The door code. I’ll be asleep, hopefully, so don’t come stomping in. I’ll have it changed tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” You smirked as you watched him take a sip of his soup. “Tonight’s soup will be of better quality, since I’ll have more time.” A hum rumbled from his chest and you took that as being dismissed.

The door to his quarters closed behind you and you had to stop and lean against it. Your heart beating wildly in your chest as you thought about how you asked him to do something, politely of course, and he did! This was better than the adrenaline rush you got at the thought of him possibly killing you. A pleasantly heady feeling that made you feel dumb and weak. You took a few moments to compose yourself before going back to the kitchens, intent to get started on his other meals for the day and possibly tomorrow if he still wasn’t well.

Kylo stares down at his half empty bowel, not quite sure why he gave his door code to you, or even why he was in bed with soup. He was awake when you got there. His body being use to getting up at a certain time every morning and he was trying to will himself back to sleep. When he didn’t go answer he assumed you would leave. The door buzzed two more times before it blessedly went quiet, but he could feel you out there. Concern rolled off of you in waves and he was determined to ignore it. He felt your determination to try again, and tore himself from the bed intent on shouting at you that he obviously didn’t wish to be disturbed and to leave him in peace. The words died on his tongue as he takes in your worried expression and he just pushes out a clipped response.

It’s odd that you don’t feel afraid of him. That’s not quite right, you do feel afraid, which is indicated by how fast your hand goes back to your side as he glares at it gripping his shirt, but you still press on. He probes deeper in your mind, and he’s sure you can feel it happen, but you don’t make any indication that you care. In fact you don’t mind at all if it makes him more comfortable...interesting. Weakness is a liability, it can be used against him, which is why he stays in his quarters, but even pressing deeper he just sees recipes for soup and things to eat in time of sickness flash through your mind. No plans to run to Hux, or tell everyone what you’ve seen. Not even wanting to take advantage of his lack of hunger to be lazy and have an extra day of rest for yourself. He concedes to soup and goes to lay back down.

It doesn’t take long before he can feel you walking back. You’re irritated about something. Opening the door out of habit, you come in and completely ignores him, going right into his personal space. No one is allowed in his room. The cleaning drones even stay out and he makes the bed himself.

The ‘please’ is what gets to him. He hasn’t heard it in a very long time. Normally crew and officers alike stutter so much they can hardly get out what they need to say, let alone niceties. He pokes around in your head a bit more, plucking stray thoughts from the air. He finds out you’re irritated because you didn’t make the stock from scratch. He also sees a red line of determination that that’s exactly what you are going to do when you get back to the kitchens.

Another poke and he see your brain go fuzzy like you’ve been drugged as you stuff a pillow behind his back. That can’t be healthy. He really just wants to sleep, so he gives you the code after one more mental prod. He feels your head still stuffed up and slow, so he speaks deliberately and with explicit instructions. What has gotten into you? He pokes a little further, which he knows in his state isn’t really a good thing. He just can’t understand why you are so distracted and keeps digging even as you go out the door. It just doesn’t make...oh...well then...you like it when he does what you ask...interesting.

Next Chapter

I swear I’m working on Dog Days, just it’s super slow going and I’m having a hard time. I don’t know if it’s because endgame is so close or what. My anxiety levels have just peaked. Also have been having personal stuff I have to deal with which is taking up a lot of my time. 

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