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Brain Scramblies

Joel Miller x Fem! Reader

Summary: Bubbly and sweet Reader slips and falls at Tommy and Maria’s anniversary party, hitting her head hard on the floor. Tommy tasks Joel, her grumpy patrol partner, with getting her home safe. In her dazed state, she spills to Joel how she really feels about him! Basically two idiots dancing around their feelings for each other

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Talk of traumatic brain injuries, but that’s it. Brief mention of smut but mostly goofy fluff. Joel is afraid of feelings lol

A/N: I actually don't feel fantastic about this story, but felt like you all deserved something new from me to satisfy the absence. Next week I'll have a bit more time to continue my bd!joel story and a few others! yes, the title is from wwdits. my other favorite show lol

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It’s a beautiful night, laughter and music fill the air of the Tipsy Bison bar in Jackson, Wyoming. It’s Tommy and Maria’s anniversary party and you were having a ball celebrating with the two of them. Tommy and Maria loved you, and you loved them. You often babysat their child, took care of chores around their home, and brought them baked goods and other treats. They loved you like you were their own. 

The party was a blast, you spent the night dancing and chatting with Tommy and Maria and others. It couldn’t have been a better night.

Until you trip over your own feet. .

Boom. In one swift motion, too quick for your brain to process, your legs kick up into the air and your back slams the ground, your head following suit. 

Your vision goes dark then, voices fading out. You feel a strong pair of hands grip your shoulders and jiggle your face slightly. You open your eyes slowly, blinking a few times, and the figure in front of you speaks. “Hey, now. Wake up, wake up, Jesus, girl. What did you do?” he asks, but his words sound muddled, like he’s underwater. “Maria, go get Joel. I think she might have a concussion.” he shouts in the opposite direction.

Your fuzzy vision focuses then and you recognize the friendly face and long black hair in front of you. It’s Tommy. You squint your eyes and look around, confused as to why you’re on the floor. The lights are blindingly bright and the music is blaring. It’s too much for your senses. 

“Can you hear me, honey? You took quite a tumble and it looked like you hit your head pretty hard. Drink too much?” 

You struggle to respond, finding it difficult to form words and coherent thoughts. You feel dazed and foggy and there’s a pounding throb at the back of your head. and “Think I tripped,” you finally mumble out, carefully prodding the back of your skull. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time, you klutz,” he chuckled, tilting your chin and looking into your eyes. “Maria’s getting Joel, I think we’re gonna have him take you home. Infirmary’s closed at this time of night but we can get you checked out tomorrow, make sure you didn’t thump your head too hard.”

Joel. Your eyes widened at the mention of him. Now that was something your brain had no issue focusing on. “Your older brother, Joel?” 

“Yes, Joel, my older brother,”

“I like Joel,”

“I know you do, honey,”

“I really like Joel,” you say through a long sigh. “Isn’t he just lovely?”

Tommy looks at you with an eyebrow cocked, completely amused by your honesty. Tommy and Maria had a feeling you were crushing on him, but you stayed tight lipped about your feelings for him. “Yeah, sure. Lovely describes Joel perfectly,”

Joel was your patrol partner. He was tall, handsome, brave, and skilled. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes you had ever seen, and the prettiest gentle curls atop his head. And he couldn’t fucking stand you. 

You didn’t often go on patrol, but everyone pitched in with patrol around Jackson. Being so near and dear to Tommy and Maria’s hearts, they wanted the best for you and always put you on patrol with Joel. He’d keep you safe, they told you. 

And he did keep you safe. But not without constant grumbling and griping about your sprightly attitude and constant chatter. He thought he had it rough with Ellie, but she was a walk in the park compared to you, with your sweet and pure heart and bubbly personality. 

“What’s your favorite kind of cookie?” you asked him once while traveling horseback through a grassy meadow. It was a beautiful day, the clouds were big and fluffy and tall. The wildflowers were blooming left and right, painting the grass with violet and crimson. You held onto Joel tightly, pressing your face against his back. He tried his best to ignore how much he enjoyed the feeling of your arms around his stomach. 

“You ask too many goddamn questions,” he grunted.

“That’s not an answer,” you scolded playfully. 

Joel stayed silent. You were like an annoying, buzzing bee. If he ignored you, hopefully you’d go away. Easy, he thought. Just ignore the annoying, cute, thoughtful, and beautiful bee. 

You asked him again. Maybe he didn’t hear you, you spoke into his right side after all. Still, nothing. “Joel?”

You could hear him inhale and exhale deeply. He was definitely ignoring you. That just wouldn’t do. 

So you pinched his side.

He yelped in surprise. “Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I asked you a question,”

“I’m not answerin’,”

“That’s rude of you,”

“Yeah, well, tough,”

You pinched him again. 

“Gaah!” Joel swatted your hand, nearly losing his balance. “Jesus, fucking snickerdoodles!” he hissed at you. Oh, how you got under his skin. Snickerdoodles were, in fact, his favorite cookies. He wasn’t just saying that to shut you up. His grandmother used to make them for him and Tommy when they were young. His heart broke a little at the thought of her, thankful she had passed long before the world went to shit. “Happy now?”

Yes, you were happy. You rubbed soothing circles into where you pinched him. 

The next day, you whipped up a batch of the best snickerdoodles Joel would ever taste. You dropped them off on his doorstep and left, not alerting Joel or Ellie to what you had done.

Ellie was the one to find your cookies. “Joel, what’re these?” she called into their home, shoving a cookie into her mouth. Joel looked up, rolling his eyes when he recognized the treats in her hand. “Give me those,” he grumbled. 

He took one cookie and examined it, then brought it to his lips. He took a bite, and melted when he tasted the sweet cinnamon and sugar cookie, so buttery and slightly tangy, just how a snickerdoodle should be. It was soft and chewy, just how he liked them.

And dear lord, it was orgasmic. The best snickerdoodle he had ever tasted. He prayed his grandmother up in heaven would forgive him for enjoying it so much, but this was definitely his new favorite. How dare you weasel your way into his heart with baked goods? What a contemptible thing to do. He felt his heart swell at the thought of you and your sweetness. And it fucking terrified him.

Joel put on his boots and practically sprinted to Tommy and Maria’s. Without knocking, he let himself inside and sat down at the table with Tommy as he tried to catch his breath. Tommy looked at him with wide eyes, completely perplexed by his brother. “You have to–” he stopped for a second, breathing in and out deeply. “You have to take her off patrol with me. I ain’t gonna be her partner anymore.” Joel’s heaving began to slow.

“And why would I do that, Joel?”

“She talks too much,”

Tommy let out a dry laugh. Joel Miller, ever the grinch. Heart two sizes too small. “Are we eight years old? Suck it up, big brother,”

Joel shook his head, squinting his eyes and squeezing the bridge of his nose. “She fuckin’ pinched me,” Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Joel interrupted. “Twice!”

Tommy smiled at the thought of sweet little you pinching Joel. “I’m sure she had a good reason for pinchin’ you. What’d you do to her?”

“I didn’t–it doesn’t matter,” Joel sighed exasperatedly. He had a penchant for the dramatics at times. “You don’t get it. She made me cookies.”

Tommy gasped sarcastically. “No, not cookies. How horrible, Joel! What should we do with her, throw her in jail? Banish her? Feed her to lions?”

“Tommy,” Joel warned with a low voice. “I am not doin’ patrol with her anymore.”

“Joel,” Tommy warned back, matching his tone. “Quit your bitchin’. She’s a nice girl, and you’re gonna take care of her. She likes you, why, I haven’t got a clue.”

Tommy knew the real reason Joel wanted to stop patrolling with you. He was catching feelings for you. And Joel reacted exactly how Tommy expected. He was frightened of these feelings, terrified to let anyone new into his heart. He already made room for Ellie and her bad puns, he didn’t know if he had room for you and your snickerdoodles as well. He did. You were already there. 

Joel and Maria appeared in front of you then, your eyes brightening when you met Joel’s sour expression. 

“What’d you do now, trouble?” 

Trouble. That was Joel’s nickname for you. When he and Ellie finished your cookies, he returned your container to you on your porch.

“Thanks for the cookies, trouble. They were delicious,” he said, his voice was low and gravelly. “Didn’t need to do all that for me.”

“Trouble? Is that what I am?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah, actually. Pinchin’ me. Talkin’ too much,” Joel did his best to bite back the smile threatening to form on his lips. “And now you’re tryin’ to make me fat, so yeah. You’re a troublemaker.”

Your glassy eyes scanned his face. “What did you do now, trouble?”

Joel bent down to meet your gaze and Maria checked the back of your head for cuts or swelling. 

“Maria says you’re hurt. What’d you do?”

“I tripped and fell,” Joel scoffed. “Figures,” Joel pushed Tommy to the side, crouching in front of you. He took your face into his hands, checking for any other injuries. Your eyes were unfocused and pupils blown wide. He held a finger in front of your eyes, moving it from side to side. You had difficulty following the movement.

“Ouch,” you winced, feeling Maria’s fingers on the tender spot at the back of your head. “I think she smacked her head pretty hard.” she told Tommy. “Very swollen back here.”

“She’s not following my finger. Think it’s probably a concussion, but I don’t know for sure,” he said. “She seems pretty out of it.”

In your fuzzy state, you reached forward and held Joel’s face, mimicking how he did to you. “Handsome,” you murmured. 

Joel felt his face go hot at your compliment. You thumbed his cheeks, savoring the feeling of his prickly hairs on your fingertips. “Uhh,”

“You’re so handsome,” you repeated. Not even drinking a barrel of whiskey could have pried that out of you. You did a number on your poor brain. 

“That’s nice, sweetheart,” Joel turned his head to the side and coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment. He gripped your wrists and pulled your hands away from his face as you pouted. “Think she needs to go home.” “That’s right. You make sure she gets home safe,” Tommy said. 

Joel looked up with a furrowed brow. “Me? Why can’t you deal with her?” his words came out more bitter than he intended, like taking you home was the biggest inconvenience of his life.

“Hey,” you whined. How rude!

Joel apologized quickly. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean it like that,”

“Because it’s our anniversary, and I told you to keep her safe. Remember? Come on now, Joel. Be a gentleman,” Tommy motioned to Maria to help you up. Slowly, you stood up. On shaky legs, you felt your knees begin to give out. Joel lunged forward to catch your fall. 

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. Joel held out his arm for you and you wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can you walk for me, trouble?” He didn’t actually mind leaving the party early. He wasn’t having too much fun anyway.

“I’ll do anything for you, Joel,” you erupted into a fit of giggles. “You’re so strong!” 

Joel felt his face go warm again as he cleared his throat. Wow, you really did hit your head hard. Joel was used to being flirted with, but this was an entirely different animal. You hit your head so hard it knocked your filter loose. What would you say next?

 His eyes darted to Tommy and Maria, who stood there watching you both, smirking. “Take good care of our girl,” Maria ordered.

Joel begins walking slowly, taking careful steps. You stumble along and can hardly maintain your footing as you make your way out of the bar. You’re still giggling and squeezing his arm. “You are so strong and so handsome!” you squeal.

“Jesus,” he whispered to himself. Was this real you or concussed you speaking?

You walked silently for a bit, gaining a slow and steady rhythm. The world around you blurred and moved quickly. 

“I have a crush on you,” you blurt out with slurred speech.

“That’s nice, trouble,” Joel said, not believing you. You might as well be completely wasted, the way you were making no sense. 

“I mean it,”

“I’m sure you do,” Joel replied sardonically. You tripped again, nearly falling over a second time. Joel caught you and held you tightly. Frustrated, he groaned.“Alright, no more talking. We’re playing the quiet game the rest of the way home,”

“Seriously,” you giggle. “You’re so fucking handsome. You’re the most handsomest man I’ve ever met,” You kept walking and stumbling awkwardly. It was as if you weren’t even walking, just floating along. Your legs didn’t feel real.

“Thank you,” Joel mumbles. He was never good at accepting compliments. But you seem so insistent on informing him of his good looks, he might as well take the compliments in stride.

“You have such pretty brown eyes. Did you know that?”

“I did not,”

“You do. And you have pretty hair,” you paused for a second, catching your breath. “And you have a nice butt,” Joel rolls his eyes, biting back his smile. “I want to have sex with you.” 

“Woah,” he barks at you, unable to contain his shock at your sudden boldness. Where is your fucking filter? Is this even real? Joel will be thinking of this night for weeks to come. “You have brain damage,” he tells you. “Need to stop talking like this,”

“You have brain damage!” You giggle, your feet crossing with Joel’s. Bam. It’s his turn to hit the ground now. You couldn’t walk in a straight line to save your life, even with Joel supporting you. “Oh, shoot. I tripped you.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Joel stands up and without asking permission, he lifts your body over his shoulder. He tries to ignore the fact that your ass is so close to his face. You erupt into laughter, absolutely tickled by his actions. “I know this probably isn’t great for your head, but we need to move. Almost home anyway,” 

“Fine by me, handsome!” you poke his back and his sides. He’s trying to fight off the tingles your touch leaves on his skin. “Are you gonna take me home and have sex with me?”

“Behave,” he warns you. “No, I am not having sex with you. I’m puttin’ you to bed and going to try to forget any of this ever happened. Now quiet, you.”

You let out an angry groan, but oblige. You’re running out of steam, fogginess filling your head even more. You can hardly keep your eyes open. 

Before you know it, Joel is at your doorstep and sets you down. “Where are your keys?” he asks you. 

You slap your thigh, indicating that your keys are in the front right pocket of your jeans. Joel pulls you close and quickly pulls the keys out of your jeans, looking up into the sky to avoid your gaze. He’d need to drink an ocean of alcohol to forget this night. 

Joel fumbles with the keys, trying each one and jiggling it in your door. He figured asking you which key was futile, you were so far gone.

As he’s working diligently to open your door, you can’t help but sigh in admiration. His back muscles tense through his shirt, the fabric stretching and moving back. And god, his ass. So round and plump in his tight jeans. You can’t help yourself. It needs to be pinched. “You really do have a nice butt,” you whisper.

You reach forward and pinch his ass with your thumb and pointer finger. Joel jumps and whips around. “What is wrong with you?” He looks at you with a furrowed brow, but his frustrated heart softens when he sees your expression. You’re smirking, eyes big and without a single thought behind them. You have no idea what you’re doing. He knows that. The real you would probably die of embarrassment if she knew of your flirty and bold antics tonight. He can’t help the smile curling up on his lips. You have to mean all of it, right?. All the compliments and confessions. He knows they’re all true. At least, he hopes they are.

Joel grabs your hand and helps you inside. He leads you through your house, checking each door to find your room. He could ask you, but he really doesn’t want you talking. You need to relax.

Once he finds your room, he turns on the light, leads you inside, and helps you sit your bed. Your room reflects your personality perfectly, so bright and colorful. Decorations everywhere. 

Then, he leaves. 

You feel like crying. Your head feels so murky and full, and the pounding has worsened. “Joel?” your voice is thick. 

No answer. He just left without saying goodbye?

Your bottom lip wobbles and you feel tears well up in your eyes as your heart begins to break. How did you even end up here? What even happened tonight? All you knew is that you felt cold and sick and all alone. Your head feels like it’s going to fall right off. 

You sniffle and hear a thump in the distance. And then another. And another. They’re getting louder now. Footsteps. 

Joel returns and your heart blooms. He always kept you safe, even when you drove him fucking nuts. Of course he wouldn’t just leave you. You see that he has a glass of water in his hand. 

He sits on the bed and faces you. You smile gently, admiring all of his features. His scars, his freckles. His sparkly brown eyes. His salt and pepper mustache. “You didn’t leave?”

“‘Course not,” he grips the back of your head softly and tilts it back, then presses the glass to your lips. “Gotta make sure you’re safe, right?” He doesn’t let you respond to his question and tilts the glass into your mouth, forcing you to take a little sip of water. 

“You take such good care of me, Joelie,” His cheeks turn rosy at his new nickname. How sweet it sounds from your lips. He presses the glass to your lips again and makes you drink. 

“You’re so handsome,” Sip. “Did you know I have a crush on you?” sip.

“I did, actually,” Sip. “Now drink. You need to finish the glass.”

Sip. “You have such gorgeous brown eyes. Like coffee beans,” you whisper. Sip.

“Is that right? Coffee beans?” Well, that’s a thoughtful compliment. He doesn’t bother hiding his smile anymore. 

“Mhm,” Sip. “And your butt–”

“What about my butt?” he teases you with a raised eyebrow. You won’t remember any of this anyway, he might as well play along. 

“Like a peach,” “A peach, huh?” He presses the glass to your lips again, this time not pulling it away. You drink the rest of the water. 

“What about a peach, Joelie?” you question. Your eyes are big and lost. It’s as if the last thirty seconds didn’t happen. 

Your forgetfulness would have worried Joel, but he was no stranger to concussions. Had a few of his own. His daughter, Sarah, also had sustained a few concussions from flying soccer balls. She’d be like this too, acting goofy and speaking incoherently. She was always back to normal within a day or two. You would be okay too. 

“Nothin’, sweetheart,” Joel lifts your legs onto the bed and takes off your shoes, plopping each on the ground. He pulls a knitted blanket over your body and gently leans your head back into your pillows.

You stare into his eyes, his gorgeous coffee bean eyes, let out a big yawn. Your eyes are heavy now and your head feels like a weight, like you couldn’t lift it even if you tried. Joel stares back at you, the gears in his head are spinning. He places an experimental hand on your head and combs his fingers over your scalp.

He continues stroking your scalp, soothing you. Your eyes fall shut, and within seconds you’re in a peaceful slumber. 

He doesn’t leave. He stays with you for another minute, making sure you’re really asleep. 

He still doesn’t leave. One more minute passes. 

He’s still sitting there, stroking your head. He can’t bring himself to leave you. He needs to make sure you’re safe, just like Tommy and Maria told him to. 

He’ll stay here all night, gently stroking your head and your back. Telling himself he’s just making sure you’re safe, that’s all. “Goodnight, trouble,” he whispers. 

He’ll deal with his feelings later.

Part two: troublemaker

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Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/inmate!Toji Fushiguro Warnings: established relationship, slight angst, mentions of abuse, conjugal visit, breeding, breeding kink, missionary, cream pie, DILF Toji, Toji has a BD ;) Word Count: 3343 DESC: Your last visit until your boyfriend gets out of jail takes a spicy turns AKA idk how conjugal visits work so bear with me

Hi sorry IVE BEEN GONE! I see your requests and I'm getting there I promise!

It had been a year since your boyfriend decided to defend you in public. And a year since his sentence. That whole day was a mess from start to finish, and you wished you could take it all back. It started innocently enough, a family trip with him and his son, Megumi, at the local mall. Megumi clung to your hand more than Toji’s, causing your comments to start. To you, they were all jokes and to Megumi, they were hilarious. Little things like, “Aw, I guess Daddy’s not the favorite anymore!” Or, “Guess you need to put a ring on it sooner, babe.” It was supposed to be sweet fun, but it was getting to him. Maybe it was his rough childhood speaking or his insecurity as a parent, but your snide remarks weren’t helping his soured mood. Now that you looked back on it, it was your fault that he snapped. 

That man did nothing wrong other than come up to you and begin to gently compliment your outfit while you watched Megumi play in the child's play area. He did nothing that warranted your boyfriend coming up and grabbing him by the shirt collar, and socking him dead in the jaw. He did nothing wrong as he fell to his knees, and as your boyfriend kicked him in the gut. The man did nothing as he was viciously assaulted for merely hitting on a woman he didn’t know was taken. You were horrified as you watched your boyfriend send punch after punch his way, deforming his face with his fists. Megumi was terrified to see his dad do such a thing. 

But Toji heard nothing, saw nothing other than the fact a man was threatening his position as your loving boyfriend. And he was loving. Yet, something made him snap. It was a long time coming with his aggressive behavior in general. Especially with men who even looked in your direction. Call it possessiveness, call it love; You felt sick. Your hand covered Megumi’s eyes and slowly you began to walk backward, staring at the man you said you loved. Once he finished his punches, his hands covered in blood, he looked back at you two. He was hollow, a shell of who he was. He always was after his explosive anger attacks. They came and took hold of that man and made him instantly regret ever being alive. He watched the two of you back away in fear, as the security guards detained him. 

You did love him, you couldn’t help it. Even if he punched that man for no reason in your eyes, to him he was about to lose you. Toji was a sad man who came from a traumatic home, but you didn’t know that. He never let you in on why he was the way he was, or why he had that damn scar on the side of his mouth. The man never let you in and told you about how he got it, or why he was so protective of you. In his eyes, any man could take you away and leave him alone with nothing but a bottle in his hand. 

It took you a month before you decided to visit him in jail. You didn’t want to take Megumi because you knew it would take him a while to warm up to the idea of seeing his father after what he witnessed. You were patted down and inspected, told to take off your shoes and all that fun stuff. It felt like a lunch room, rather than what you had seen on TV. You sat at a round table, with a few decks of cards sprawled in the middle. Toji wasn’t there yet, but he was aware you were visiting. And you knew he’d be pissed you hadn’t come sooner. You figured he’d be all cocky and give you the silent treatment like the bitch he was. So you didn’t expect to see him look so … defeated. He walked into the room with two guards beside him, just for security. They motioned to your table and he looked at you. Your boyfriend looked … dead. Bags under his eyes and a hollow expression. The same expression you saw on that day. Regret and remorse for his actions in a way you hadn’t seen before. There was something different in his eyes when he saw you, a glimmer of hope. Maybe all wasn’t lost. Maybe he still had you. 

You stood up and swallowed, watching him come toward you in his tan jumpsuit. Your arms opened involuntarily and he pulled you into a very quick hug, probably protocol. He smelled different, he felt different. There was a stiff movement about his motions as he sat down across from you, his hands on top of the table. Was he … shaking? Like an abused pitbull, he stared at you and waited for you to speak. 

“Toji…” You began, hesitating before resting your hands atop the table as well, “Megumi isn’t ready to see you yet,” he nodded and looked away. 

“You came to see me. I thought you’d never come back after that day,” his eyes met yours again and you felt a wave of sadness. This wasn’t the cocky man you fell in love with. This was a shell of that man. “I’m sorry baby,” he rasped, voice strained against his throat. 

“Why did you do it?” Was all you could ask. If you got some clarity, and some answers, then you’d be able to figure out what to do after that. You’d be able to figure out how to address your relationship. You still loved him, we know this, but was it worth it? Was waiting for him while he rotted worth it? The man was silent for a few moments, staring at the table between your hands. Your hands were atop each other, near his but far enough you two wouldn’t get in trouble. You wanted to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch you, to break the distance and tell him everything would be okay. He needed it, you could tell. 

“When I was a kid, my brothers threw me into a pit of snakes,” he didn’t look up, “And my parents … laughed,” a defeated laugh came out of his lips, “No one treated me like how you do,” then Toji looked up at you, a dry edge taking to his voice. His eyes were like glass, staring at you with his soul naked to yours, “I can’t lose you or ‘Gumi- I can’t lose you,” then he took your hands, just for a second to squeeze them before he let go. The touch was fleeting, and it burned. Your skin ached where he touched it, and you longed to hold him. To tell him it was okay. Never in your relationship had he ever let you see this side of him, the side of him that was about to cry. The side of him that was truly vulnerable. Even with just a few short words you knew there was more to his childhood than he led on, more horrific stories than that one. His skin was all you wanted to feel, as you saw the tears pool up in his eyes. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t the Toji you knew. This was him at his lowest level, begging for help. Begging for … you. 

You weren’t going to let go of him that easily. 

Every weekend, you visited him. Sunday, at noon, you’d come and greet him with a smile. You didn’t understand how much it affected his mental state just to see you. It gave your boyfriend something to wake up for in the morning, it gave him motivation to work out and help out around the jail. He wanted to be with you, touch you, smell your hair, anything. Even if he couldn’t, and even if he could only see you for a few hours, that was all he needed. You saw his improvement slowly but surely, every time you’d come over. His skin brightened and his smirk was wide. Toji was getting his personality back slowly, but surely. Megumi visited him shortly after you began your weekly visits. You let the two of them talk alone, watching from afar. It was heartbreaking to see how your step-son perspective of the world had shifted all from one incident. It was heartbreaking to see him become cautious around the man who had been there since his birth. But Fushiguro knew this all too well, and he understood things would be different until the trust was built. 

There were two months until Toji would be released with parole. You weren’t able to hide how excited you were, just to be able to see him and hold him. That’s all you wanted. Just to taste his mouth and run your hands through his hair, which had gotten shaggier now. Your boyfriend’s physical appearance had definitely changed, in one way or another. Whether that was his muscles or the fact he had a new tattoo he didn’t want to tell you about. You didn’t really notice the changes, since you hadn’t seen him without that bulky jumper off in … a year. You didn’t want to admit how sexually frustrated you had been since that day. Nothing could replace his fingers, or his big cock thrusting into you. Not even a dildo, not even your fingers. No vibrator was as good as his tongue and no pillow was as plush as his thighs. You had to face it, you were desperate for him to leave. Two months were going by too slowly, and it was killing you. 

Until one of your friends had mentioned something offhandedly. A conjugal visit. You weren’t sure what it was until you did a bit of research, then you knew you were on board. A personal, one-on-one visit with just you and your boyfriend. You knew you didn’t have to ask him, of course, he’d agree. Toji was just as pent-up as you, more so in fact. It was hard, to see you in those perfect outfits and to see your perfect fact, and not being able to do anything. He couldn’t hug you, he couldn’t hold you, and he surely couldn’t fuck you. So when one of the guards came to him on a Monday and told him you had scheduled a conjugal visit for that day, he was intrigued, to say the least. Your boyfriend had heard about it from some of his cell friends, but he didn’t think you were that desperate. He thought if anything he would be the one going crazy while you took this like a champ, he had no idea you were lusting as much as he was. 

You were issued a trailer with a bed, a small bathroom, and a nightstand full of condoms and lubricant. It was spacious and quite clean for being used for sex regularly. You found yourself seated on the bed as you waited for Toji to come with an escort. Once that door closed it would just be the two of you, ready to do whatever the hell you wanted for hours upon hours. The door jiggled a few times before you saw him. 

Never had you seen him that excited to see you, as he slammed the door behind him. He peaked around a bit before he saw you on the bed, waiting for him. A genuine smile appeared on his lips, pulling at that scar and making the skin around his eyes crinkle. “I miss you,” he muttered, strolling into the mini bedroom. You looked up and felt the bed dip down under his weight as he flopped down onto his stomach, “And I missed laying on a damn bed.” You laughed and looked down at him, putting your hand in his hair. It was soft and longer than he usually kept it. Your fingers ran through his locks and lightly played with the strands in a way that made him melt. This touch was bliss, utter bliss. And you hadn’t even gotten started yet. He looked over at you and put his hand on your hip, using his thumb to rub a small circle in your skin. It was intimate without even trying. 

“C’mere,” you motioned, leaning back onto the headboard. Your legs were slightly spread as you invited him to lay between them. He didn’t have to be told twice, practically tripping on himself to seat himself on his front and in between your legs. Toji was warm, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your lower abdomen. 

Your hands tangled into his hair as you let out a small breath, “Two months and you’ll be out… I’m so excited,” you smiled, “And I was thinking, you know, Megumi wants a sister.” That caught his attention from dozing off, from your supple touch. Toji’s head perked up and his eyes trained on your face. He was listening. 

“I think a good present for me, and Megumi, could be giving him a sister,” you continued, looking away with a shy expression. It felt so right, being this close to him. You needed him in so many ways it was starting to burn again. The way his hands lingered on your hips, and as they slowly started to play with the hem of your pants. And how one hand trailed up the small of your back, making you shiver intently. 

“Right now, princess?” A low purr escaped his lips, as he slowly got up from his lying position to sit in front of you. There was an unmistakable lust building in his eyes, in a way you missed. Oh how you missed it, to hear him mutter filthy fucking things in your ear. And how you missed how he’d manhandle you like it was nothing, using you like the whore you were. You bit onto your bottom lip and nodded, letting your boyfriend do the rest of the work. You didn’t have to speak or tell him twice, as his lips found yours. A tightening feeling arose in your chest, along with a warm, arousing fire that was building in your pussy. His lips molded against yours and kissed you like this was the first time in a year, which it was. Sure, you gave him a quick peck every time you’d see him. But it was never enough. Nothing was enough. Not even kissing him would be enough to satiate the yearning that had been building in your body for months. Your hands made a home on his back, digging into his jumpsuit and then moving to ruffle his hair. 

He tasted like smoke, and like home. This was your Toji. The Toji that took hold and took charge, roughing you around and pushing you to your limits. His tongue slid into your mouth and you couldn’t suppress the noise that came along with it. It was pleasurable, how it rolled and explored your own mouth. It ran along your bottom lip and then touched your own tongue, which tried to battle against it. But nothing could win against his dominance. His hands went to work, unzipping the front of your jeans and slowly sliding them off, with help from you lifting your perfect hips. Of course, you were wet. You were easy to please with him. And it didn’t help you had been waiting for this for practically ever. Every moment you touched yourself in your shared bedroom you envisioned this. The first time having sex after Toji had been gone. You pictured how he’d finger fuck you, then how he’d tongue fuck you, before finally forcefully stretching you with his dick. His perfect dick, the dick you could never fully take in your mouth. The best dick you had ever fucked. You could practically feel it then, as he broke away from the kiss to pull down your underwear.

Your hands moved to cup his face, “No…” A pout formed on your lips, “Fuck me.. Please.. I want it .. so bad…” It was all you had to say before he was unzipping his jumper. He was built, more than before. Muscles flexing in his neck from seeing your dripping pussy on display. Toji stood to fully take it off, watching as you began to touch yourself. You couldn’t help it, you were needy for him. Your fingers played with your clit as you watched him, seeing his jaw clench from the small noises you made. 

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” He grunted, kicking off his jumpsuit and pulling down his underwear. There it was, the thing you had been waiting for. He was hard and throbbing for you, begging to nestle into your wetness and fuck you until you sobbed. Fushiguro crawled back onto the bed and grabbed your jaw with one of his hands, “Open your mouth.” He whispered, a seductive tone filling his voice. Your whine filled the air as you complied and he spat into your mouth. You missed being used like a little slut and being forced to do whatever he wanted, just for his own pleasure. 

He didn’t put you on your stomach as you thought he would, instead opting for a very close missionary. It was nice, to see his face as he slid into your warmth. Toji could’ve come then and there from it. How you were tight and how you were dripping for him. All after some kissing? You were so desperate it hurt. Your skin was on fire as he pressed his body against you and rested his face into the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend’s mouth wandered, biting the skin and sucking to leave you with a mark you could show off for days. Toji thrust into you, letting out a noise you hadn’t heard before. It was … a whimper. He was so horny for you that he was at the point of whimpering, how pathetic. 

“M… mm.. I’m gonna.. F-ffuck.. Make you a mommy, a pretty.. mm fuck.. A pretty little mo-mommy,” he groaned, beginning to thrust into your pussy at a good pace. You bit your lip and tried not to make too much noise, but it was hard when he was hitting that perfect spot. It was hot, how he fucked into you like he was in heat. You felt so good it was hard not to just fuck you until he came … and that’s what he was doing. You wanted Toji to make you a mommy and fill you up with his seed until you were bulging in your tummy. You wanted him to make you a pretty little mommy, a whore just for him. And you were. You would do anything for him if he asked.

“Pl-please,” you whined, hands wrapped around his shoulders as he humped into your cunt, “H…harder .. mm.. Sh-shitt..” It was hard not to cum when he was abusing your pretty little spot. You were almost there, and hearing him whimper from each squelch was making it harder not to unravel. You had never heard Toji make such desperate sounds until he was balls deep into your warmth and taking it all in. Then you did cum, gasping and grunting at the sensation. Your walls clenched as you felt the pleasure wash over your cunt a few times before filling the rest of your body in orgasmic waves of bliss. That was enough for him, crying out before letting his cum paint your pretty walls white. Ropes of cum covered your insides and filled you up, making it almost hard to breathe. 

It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was all you wanted. You loved that man and you wanted his kids. Even if he had some baggage, everyone did. You made a vow to love him and you were going to keep it. And so was he. Toji wasn’t going to lose you no matter what.

[snazzyturtles]

“Confidential”

kuroo x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

being close to your big brother's best friend couldn't possibly lead to anything bad... right?

wc: 5.4 k

tw: best friend’s sister, age gap (2y) , virg reader, unprotected, cunnilingus (f! oral), titty sucking, light bondage, spanking, biting, squirting, creampie, bd/sp, pet names (chibi, baby, kitten, darling, babydoll, angel), kuroo calls himself daddy, lets face it kuroo is a horny mf

"chibi-chan-" you heard a deep voice saying seductively, strong arms hugging you from behind. a small yelp left your throat as you turned around, relaxing a bit more when you noticed who it was.

"kuroo! you shouldn't scare me like that!” you looked around, lowering your voice, "and i thought we agreed, no contact at school. if kenma saw us, he'd freak out."

and it was true- if kenma saw his best friend flirting with his younger sister, who knows what'll happen.

"my bad. sorry. but we both know we can't help it~" he said in a low, sexy voice. “i missed you, baby," he said, caressing your hair gently with one hand, as he brought the other hand to your waist. you whimpered, looking up at him. 

”kuroo, there are other people around us, people that could be watching. they might go tell him, and i don't think he'll appreciate his best friend hitting on his little sister,” you squeezed your eyes shut. "how about... school lets out in two hours, right? i’ll... i’ll just come to your place right after, okay?”

he placed a finger on your lips, as if to block you. "relax, baby,” he said. "no one around here thinks that about us. and in the slight chance that they might, is that not part of the fun?” kuroo brought his body closer to you, whispering in your ear, ”are you really sure you can wait?”

you stared at him for a minute, trying to think straight before nodding. he was so close to you.

"we both can wait, kuroo please.”

he chuckled, ”alright. two hours, then.” he said as he backed up and started walking away. however, before he got too far, he stepped back and leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. "i expect you to walk through my door wearing nothing but that red bikini i bought you at the beach~”

your head snapped up, but when you tried to respond he was already turned and walking away. your heart was beating fast, scared and excited for what was to come. and knowing kuroo, that could be anything…

you quickly pushed those thoughts away. it was only a bit of teasing, after all. nothing more to it than that… right?

when the final bell of the day rang, you ran home as fast as you could. you had to get there, change clothes, and leave before kenma saw you. you couldn't let him know about this.

running into your bedroom, you dug through your dresser drawers until you found the bikini kuroo bought you hiding at the bottom. it was tiny, the bottoms closer to a thong and the top being made of tiny material that barely covered your chest, breasts practically spilling out of it. it was bright red, one of his favorite colors. you hurriedly changed into it, putting a loose t-shirt and some shorts over it, and ran out of the house.

kuroo was already waiting for you at the door when you rounded the corner.

"you're late~" he said in a flirty voice, but his voice was mixed with genuine concern. once he saw you come inside, he brought you into an embrace, and gently kissed you on the lips. “what caused all the trouble?" he said in a teasing voice, as his hands began to go under your loose shirt and the shorts you were wearing.

"i-i had a bit of trouble trying to find the bikini set you asked me to wear... found it though.” your breath was shaking as you felt his cold fingers run up and down your skin beneath the t-shirt.

he was surprised by your nervousness. “you're shaking…" he let his hands run all over your skin, slowly bringing you closer to him.

"let's not stand around here though-" he whispered in a sexy voice as he took you by your hands and began walking towards his bedroom.

you could tell by the way he had been acting all day that this would be different. he was being more suggestive, more sly with his words. his hands were touching you more than usual. you had a feeling this wouldn't just be one of your normal make-out sessions.

once he had you inside his room, he pushed you against the wall and started to kiss you passionately. he was much more aggressive than he ever had been; it was as if the idea of you coming to his room wearing the red bikini had made him go insane. "chibi-chan~" he said as his hands went lower and lower. "i am so happy you came…“ he said as he bit your lower lip.

a gasp left your mouth when he bit down. it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. whimpers began to escape your throat as you felt everything. he had you practically pinned against the wall, and you couldn't move as his mouth became more intense and his hands began to roam.

he bit your lower lip harder, while his other hand began to reach your thighs. he had always seen you as kenma's little sister. someone he had to be protective of, like a big brother. yet in this moment, he felt a rush of passion and lust. "chibi-chan~" he said in a sexy voice. "my body is yours.”

a moan came out of your mouth from his movements and words. the line of what was considered risqué and taboo for you two was blurred and you didn't know what to think anymore. "kurooooo" you whined out, long as slow from his touches.

"my, my. such a naughty and needy little kitten-" he whispered as he felt you moan. he pushed you down slowly, and as you got down on your knees, he knelt in front of you. "let daddy kuroo take care of you, baby~" he said while slowly sliding his shirt off.

you looked up at him with your eyes blown wide. it wasn't like you hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, you had gone to the pool and beach together several times. but this was different…

you sat there, not knowing what to do as you watched him. “k-kuroo?”

"no need to speak, baby. just enjoy yourself," he said as he pulled you closer to him. he kissed you passionately while slowly removing your shirt and shorts from you. only the red bikini that he had bought you remained.

the cold air rushed over you, chills going down your body as you sat there, letting him stare at you. the bikini leftover was so tiny.

he ran his fingers over your skin. “chibi-chan… i want you so badly~” he said in a seductive voice as he began to kiss your neck, moving his body closer to yours.

a whimper left your mouth when he kissed you, and your hands began running up and down his muscles. “k-kuroo? can... can i…” your face was blushing deeply by now.

"can you what, baby?” he said in a soft voice as his hands ran all over your body. he could feel your desire from your movements, and it made him lustful.

"can i call you by your first name? is that okay?” you looked up at him with babydoll eyes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if you did it without permission.

he stopped for a second and stared at you. "of course you can, baby.” he said in a soft tone. “i want you to have as much fun as possible~" he said, as he kissed you on the lips, and began to remove his pants. he slipped his pants down slowly, making sure you were watching. his black boxers were the only thing that remained as he looked down on you again.

kuroo looked down at you. you were a small, and yet alluring figure, as you sat on your knees in front of him, wearing nothing but the bright red bikini. "my, my~ you look so hot in that color-" he said while reaching out with his hand to touch you.

you started whimpering as he brushed his hands across your bikini top, then slowly began untying the string. “te-tetsuro?”

he nodded. "yes, baby. what do you need?” his eyes were already glued to the string that connected your bikini top, fingers playing with it unmindfully. this was really happening.

”want you to touch me, tetsuro.” your breath was shaking, but you were confident in what you were saying.

your words hit him, and his eyes filled with lust, face turning red as he reached out with his hand and slowly, gently removed the top from your body. "is this what you wanted?" he asked seductively as he kissed you on the neck, and slowly ran his fingers over your body.

a loud moan escaped your mouth, groaning as you felt his hands and fingers tease your breasts. his hands were cold, rough, and they began to trace your skin with his fingertips. "so good tetsur- aH” your breath caught when you felt him pinch your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.

he chuckled. "looks like I got a submissive little angel~" he said in a teasing voice as his hands began to roam all over your body. "i'm not done yet, baby~" he whispered seductively as he continued to fondle your body. kuroo lowered his face to your chest, and you could feel his breath against your skin. his tongue began to circle your nipples, playing with the peaks as his fingers pushed them up closer to his face. he attached his mouth to one, sucking hard and nibbling at the skin. when he pulled back, you could already tell a bruise would be there tomorrow, and it made you whine in excitement.

kuroo picked you up by the waist, carrying you over to his bed where he laid you down on your back. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was still standing, looking over you. he was enjoying this too much already.

he leaned in and gently pushed your legs further and further apart. you felt his large hands begin to stroke the bikini bottoms, pawing over your mound and making you shake as he pushed your legs wider. when he took a finger to push the bottoms to the side, a gasp left your mouth as you threw your head back.

he brought his face even closer to yours. "you look so beautiful, like a sweet little babydoll~" he whispered seductively as he gave your mouth a light peck, moving to start kissing your neck. he took your legs and pushed them up even further, exposing you completely. "are you sure you want this?" he asked in a hushed, teasing voice as he continued to kiss you.

you looked up at him, staring at him with glistening eyes as you nodded your head.

“yes, tetsuro, please”

he stopped moving, and just stared at you for a few seconds. "thank you, baby-" he said in a soft voice and kissed you on the lips. he felt so bad for kenma... but he can't deny the enjoyment he was feeling right now.

kuroo continued to kiss your neck, slowly letting his fingers slide down your body once again, as his other hand went to your leg. you could feel him playing with the tie for the bikini bottoms, toying with it to the point where it was almost loose. it made you realize that his fingers were so long in comparison to yours, and made you wonder how his fingers might feel when he used them on you.

he slowly untied the bikini string, letting them fall, revealing you in your entirety. "you look so gorgeous, kitten," he said in a soft voice as he brought his face closer to yours.

the moment the string was fully untied and the fabric pulled away, he began to run his long fingers all over your body. he moved his other hand, lifting you over to him so that your body was now on top of his. "chibi-chan~" he said in a soft and seductive voice. “i’ve always wanted this~”

you were straddling his head, and you were confused for a moment about why he put you in this position until he started moving his mouth. he slowly stuck his tongue out, licking long stripes down your folds. toying with the skin around your pussy, teasing as he barely missed the areas you wanted him to touch most. you let out one of the loudest whines you’d ever done before, sounding almost pathetic in your want for him.

he laughed, ”you are so loud." he whispered in a teasing tone against your skin, his breath sending chills across your body. he continued to play with you for a bit, licking circles on your thighs and folds until he looked up at you and said “i have an idea."

"do you trust me, baby?" he asked, murmuring between kisses.

you nodded your head fast. “i trust you with everything tetsuro.”

he can't help but feel protective and responsible in your reaction... for some reason, despite how much lust and excitement he felt from seeing you like this. "lie on your stomach for me, baby.”

you lifted your legs from their position around his head, turning around and crawling forward on the bed. you sat on your knees for a second, catching your breath before he pressed you into the position where he wanted you- laying on your stomach, your legs slightly propped up. your head was on a pillow, and you turned to look back at him. ”w-what's next, tetsuro?”

"put your hands behind your back,” he said in a soft voice. he knew you trusted him, but it felt better doing it this way. at least for him.

kuroo tied your hands with his belt so that you could not move them, tugging slightly to make sure it was secure. "is this okay with you?" he asked.

you nodded your head slowly. "y-yeah, it's okay.”

he smirked with a playful and seductive smile, and began to play with you. "oh, look at those asscheeks,” he said in a gravelly voice. "just begging to be kissed and punished... aren't they?” he moved in close to you, and began to make small circles on your thighs with his tongue.

light noises were leaving your throat as you felt his actions. you were unable to do anything, but somehow it turned you on more. kuroo’s tongue kept getting higher and higher as he licked up your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your pussy. whenever you would whine, he would spank you lightly, trying to punish you, but somehow it made you feel even better. it felt so naughty while he did things to your body like that.

"do you like that, darling? do you like how i spank you?" he asked in a teasing voice, as he continued to kiss your body, making small circles with his tongue on your thighs and kneading the skin.

“i l-love it, t-tetsuro” your legs squeezed together around his head, trying to keep him there, doing what he was doing. your body was quivering from all the stimulation he was giving you, and it felt so good.

kuroo laughed. "your legs are squeezing me," he said, using his lips to explore you even more. he was sucking on your body so hard that you were sure he’d be leaving marks, nibbling and pulling at your skin with his teeth to make you whimper even more. "i hope you’re prepared for the next part…” he said in a teasing voice.

he kept licking higher and higher, until you finally felt the tip of his tongue swipe through the folds of your pussy, ghosting the entrance. a yelp escaped your mouth, as you whined for him. "yes, tetsuro! yesss…”

he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound you made, smiling as he continued to make circles around the hole. "yes, what, chibi-chan?" he asked with a seducing voice. “do you want more?~”

“m-m-more,” your legs were shaking as you tried to hold yourself at least slightly up for him, trying to shuffle closer to his face.

"you sure, baby? not everyone can handle me.." kuroo said with a smirk on his face. he was teasing you so much, definitely taking his time to prolong the night. "is this really what you want, chibi-chan~?" he said in a slightly condescending tone, as his tongue continued to circle your entrance.

"y-yessss, pleaseeee” you were whining so loud at this point, wanting his tongue to do more

"i don't think you are prepared for this, babydoll... what if i’m too good?" he said, teasing you even more with the tone of his voice before his tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy unannounced.

when his tongue finally went in, you yelped, and then groaned loudly from the contact. ”s-so good, tetsuro-“ 

his tongue licking in and out was unlike anything you'd felt before then. he was sucking and scooping you slick out of your pussy like he was starved, moaning from the taste and sending vibrations across that made you throw your head back in pleasure. when he pulled his head back, his jaw was wet, covered in your slick, and he licked his lips. the sight alone made a loud moan escape your throat.

he let out a deep laugh. "you were not prepared at all, kitten~" kuroo said in a teasing tone. he was definitely not holding back... "i am so proud of you, baby~" he whispered in a soft voice, lowering his head again as he began to work his mouth on you again. his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and flicking it quickly with his tongue.

it was so much- his tongue mapping your body, his big callused hands holding you down tightly, the sounds of him moaning into your cunt as he worked your body.

”-tetsuro, i’m-i’m gonna…” 

you were close already.

"yes, darling-" he said in a teasing voice, murmuring against your pussy. "be as loud as you want~," he said in a seductive tone as his tongue began to work you faster, pushing deeper in an attempt to hit your sweet spots. 

is this really happening? if this is real, kenma would be so mad if he knew…

you felt your cunt begin to squeeze tight, and a shrieking yelp left your throat as your body felt like it was exploding. you were panting, your body shaking and spasming, the pressure in your pussy feeling like you were being crushed. when you finally had the ability to open your eyes, you turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking back at you with wide eyes, his face soaking wet. “y-you just squirted… on my face…” he whispered slowly, looking shocked.

he got on the bed and sat down beside you, smiling lightly, but you could tell in his eyes he looked surprised and confused…

he put his hands on your hips and helped you sit up in his lap. you were so small in comparison to his large frame, so petite in his eyes.

"chibi-chan... how did you come so easy like that?" kuroo asked in a teasing voice, as he pulled you in closer to him. he untied your hands and you immediately slumped forward, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.

"y-you make me like this tetsuro… thank you.”

he looked at you as his fingers ran through your hair. "is this the first time you have felt like this?" he asked in a softer, almost concerned tone. “was… was i the first?”

you looked up at him and nodded slowly. "that's never happened before… didn't know i could…” you stayed silent for a minute before squeezing your eyes shut. "i-i've never been with anyone before... but i think i'm ready though.”

“... i think you are, too," he said simply, as his eyes stared deeply into yours. you could tell this was something he hadn't expected you to say.

"chibi-chan... i know this sounds weird, but... do you want me to be your first?" kuroo asked slowly... his tone was soft, and it carried some weight to it. like he genuinely wanted to be with you.

you stared into his eyes and nodded slowly. ”yes... i want it to be you." you tightened your hold around him, trying to think of how to say what you felt. “i think i’ve always wanted it to be you.”

he froze. "no way-" he said softly and in a teasing voice, as he held you by the hips again. "do you really mean it, chibi-chan? baby, i… what about kenma? the friendship we all have?”

he paused for a minute, thinking before he spoke again. “was i your first love?" he asked slowly, his voice heavy. you nodded your head.

"from the first time i saw you with kenma, i knew it was you. playing volleyball with my brother, i thought i was just happy that he had a friend. but the more i got to know you, the more i was around you, started to realize it wasn't just happiness. it was love too.”

this moment was... so precious to him, but he also was feeling sad for you... you’d known each other for so many years...

he began smiling. "chibi-chan... can i ask you one last question... before i do anything else?"

"w-what is it tetsuro?”

"this isn't just sex. you actually want me to make love to you, right?" he asked in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... are you sure you want to do this with me?”

you stared deep into his eyes, nodding your head. "i basically saved myself for you... and you just did all that to me, i wouldn't want it to end now. i wouldn't want this with anyone else.”

saved myself for you…

those four words made this feel like the most special moment of his life. the way you looked at him, and the way your words carried so much meaning... so sweet, yet so tempting. a forbidden relationship… 

"then..." he said in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... let's do this.” he hoped you wouldn't regret this afterwards, but... he just knew you wouldn't.

kuroo lightly lifted you by the hips, laying you down on the bed and leaning over you. he began to kiss you, slower and with more passion than he had previously. it felt like he was trying to somehow express even more how much this meant to him, how much he actually felt for you. his hands ran up and down your sides, and the only thing that separated you by now were his black boxers…

the sounds of your moans were so precious to him, telling him just how much you wanted him, reminding him how much this whole encounter meant to both of you. he just couldn't resist anymore, and he began to move his hand downward… with the sound of fabric falling, his boxers were now on the floor as well.

your eyes were squeezed shut as he kissed you, and with him propped over your body, you couldn't see anything. but you could definitely feel when he took his boxers off- something warm, heavy, and stiff suddenly hitting your stomach. you opened your mouth as you sucked in a breath, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you next.

he had never seen an expression like this from you. you looked so lovely, yet so confused. you looked... pure in this moment. like an angel atop his bedsheets. and that was precisely what he was about to change right now…

“-tetsuro?”

you looked up at him, staring into his eyes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter. "i'm ready.”

this was it for him- he finally had the opportunity to make love to you. but something about your eyes... the way you looked right at him, and then you said those soft words… he knew he would never forget this moment. "baby... i…” he said in a soft voice. "i love you…” 

and with those words, he claimed you…

your breath caught as you felt him press in, a moan escaping your mouth from the feeling. the head of his cock was fat, pushing in slowly like a suction cup stretching you out. it made your pussy ache, but you were already craving more. the further he pressed in, the more full you felt, your tight cunt sucking him in. "i-i love you too" you whispered out. "y-you feel so good…”

he could feel your body shaking... he could see your eyes slowly looking away as you were trying your best to hide your face. this was so precious to him…

"look at me darling." he whispered in a soft voice as he held you by the hips. "let me see you..." you were so beautiful to him right now... he wanted to replay this moment in his memories for as long as he lived.

"-so big" your voice was coming out in gasps; you weren't expecting this. you looked at him with your eyes glazed over, tears prickling in the corners as you felt him finally stop moving. kuroo was fully sheathed inside you, the heavy tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with a pressure that made you mewl. he slowly began to move, pulling out until just the tip was left in, before slowly pushing back forward. the more he moved, the faster he began to go.

your expressions were so cute... so pure... it was driving him insane. "you're so sweet, kitten." he whispered in a gentle tone. "just like this, okay? let's look at each other.” your eyes shifted so you were staring deeply into each other, and he could feel that you were just as passionate about this as he was. you were just as invested.

when your eyes were locked on each other's, you could almost feel his emotions. his eyes were shining as he stared down at you whenever you’d make a noise. his eyebrows would furrow with concentration whenever he’d speed up or grip you stronger. this was so much more than you could have imagined it would be. and yet somehow you still wanted more. “h-harder…”

he was smiling. "whatever you want, baby…" he said in a gentle, but seductive tone, thrusting with each word. “ask, and i'll do it.” 

he started to pick up his pace, snapping his hips harder to push in with more force. it made you whimper and moan louder, murmuring his name in a string of sloppy words that barely formed real sentences. kuroo wanted more too... his heart felt like it was beating faster and faster by the second.

you could hear the bed shifting now, bumping the wall whenever he’d push forward. the sound of your skin hitting louder as he sped up more. your cunt began to tighten again, like earlier, and you knew this time what was about to happen.

"..tetsuro..." you panted and whined out.

"chibi-chan..?" he asked in a questioning tone. "baby, are you already…” 

no way… he thought as he kept speeding up. he wanted to give you everything that you deserved at this moment. 

your teeth began to grit as you squeezed your face, eyebrows knit and eyes practically glued shut. "i-ah!" your pussy clenched around him as you came again, spraying around his cock and leaving a puddle to form under your ass. he looked down on you, surprised you had come so fast, but that face quickly turned back into a smirk. it made him feel even more confident, even more turned on when he realized he made you cum twice. he kept moving, faster than before.

"oh my god..." he whispered in a soft voice. “baby, i…” 

kuroo felt like he was about to explode. he could barely contain himself as he kept speeding up even more. "please..." he said in a hushed tone. "i feel so close, baby..." his eyes were so focused on you, and his mind was racing. "want... to... to…”

"please tetsuro... want you to cum in me,” you were panting into his ear as he burrowed his head into your neck. you wanted him so bad.

'i'm... so..." his eyes were shut against your neck. “i'm so..." his mind felt like he was floating, unstable and shaky from uncertainty. "close," he grunted out. “chibi-chan…" his movements were so much more forceful.

he was grunting louder now, practically growling in your ear as he was becoming more and more aggressive. you heard him let out a final moan, before stalling his hips and shuttering. you felt his hot ropes of cum begin to shoot into your cunt, filling it with his warmth.

"baby.." he whispered in a deep tone. "you made me... feel so.." he couldn't even explain it with words right now. he pulled away from you, sliding out and laying down on the bed beside you with a smile on his face. his fingers trailed your jawline as you lay there, your head on his chest, until you both fell asleep.

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after some time, kenma came over to kuroo's house to find a charger that he accidentally left over. but what he found instead when he walked into the room was his little sister and best friend, asleep on top of each other, obviously not dressed under the blanket they shared.

he shook kuroo lightly, trying to wake him up.

kuroo lazily opened his eyes, as he slowly turned to look at him. he gave him a soft smile. "oh... hey kenma..." he said in a calm voice. "what do you need?”

and that's when he looked down and remembered. he saw that you were lying on top of him, barely covered... was this really happening?

kenma slowly walked closer to the bed, staring at what was in front of him. "i came over to find my charger, but i guess i found my sister too…” he looked between you and kuroo. "you two slept together, didn't you? it'd explain the lack of clothes.”

kuroo felt his cheeks heat up, blushing even redder than they were prior. "yes kenma... we... we did." he said softly as he turned to look at him. "chibi-chan and i... i’ve been keeping feelings for her for a while now, and she did for me too…” he really, really didn't want to make this sound awkward, but his friend deserved the truth.

kenma stared down at you two, seeming to try and process what was happening before him. he stuttered a few times, trying to grasp what to say, before he finally spoke up. "just don't hurt her, okay? if you do, i'm going to purposefully send you bad sets for the rest of the season.”

when he looked back at kuroo’s face, he rolled his eyes before smiling lightly. “and clean her up, would you? i can see your… leftovers on her, it's kinda gross.”

kuroo blushed deeper at kenma’s observation, looking down to notice the small puddle of cum sitting next to your thigh that had obviously dripped out of you.

"we get it, kenma, haha." he whispered in a joking tone as he rubbed your back. "we'll take care of things now.” he turned his head to see your face, you really were asleep. “chibi-chan?”

kenma smiled as he grabbed his charger from the table, shaking his head while shutting the door and leaving the house. you were curled up in kuroo's lap, breathing slowly as you dreamed.

you really were fast asleep... kuroo’s heart was still pounding. this really happened…

he looked down at you, your beautiful face soft and peaceful. he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to wake you up yet.

“sleeping beauty…" he whispered as he gently caressed your hair. for the time being, at least, he just wanted to hold you close to him. you felt so precious, and you were finally his.

i guess i’m doing tags now bc i was asked lol, leave a comment or note in reblogs if you want me to add you to the list for future fics! - @tsukiran @msbyomimi

a/n: this one was a bit shorter than the last fic, but it’s bc i was writing another one at the same time & that one’s gonna be multiple chapters so uh yah prep for that lol

[sour-ggrapess]

ALL MINE

dom tae x fem sub read

"You told me your new man don't make you nut"

summery; You and tae have been friends for the longest but the sexual tension is building even tho you have a man

A/n: was streaming All mine by Brent Fayaz and inspiration struck. i got a new pc

Warnings; face fucking, slight chocking, degrading, creampies, unprotected sex, backshots, bd!tae, fat coochie y/n, owning kink ig.

"shut up you dick head." You laugh out at tae's words. "Im serious, I can make your back arch so hard you float." His words make your pussy flutter and leak, as much as you ere supposed to deny you really wanted to see if he was fr. You really needed a good orgasm too its been almost 3 months of weak dick from your new man.

"Tae, you know I cant fuck you, I have a boyfriend." You try so hard to resist. Taehyungs sexy cold hands run up your thigh making your legs shut. "Are you wet for me right now?" His sexy ass smirk and voice making you want to just deepthroat him right now. Deciding to give into him you nod and spread your legs giving him slight access to your dripping cunt. "can i give you real dick?" he asked as he ran his fingers down your cleavage.

Taes strong hands picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to your bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He threw you on the bed and started ripping your clothes off like his life depended on it. His tongue roaming your nipple and playing with your hard bud making whimpers leave your lips. Removing his lips from your boob he starts unbuckling his jeans and removing his boxers. His huge cock flinging up and hitting his belly button, he was for sure the biggest you ever seen before. He pulled you over to his dick so you could suck it for him.

He grabbed your face and shoved his dick in your mouth. His hands grabbed you hair forming a ponytail then slamming your head down onto his whole length. Gagging and whimpers escaping you mouth sending vibrations up his cock that was now hitting the back of your tongue. His hands moving your head fast as he fucked into your throat. "t-this is my throat now, nobody can fuck it like I can." He groaned with his jaw closed.

His pushes getting harder and faster making spit and precum seep down off your chin. Hands gripping the sides of your face and slamming your head even harder, his nut seeping down your throat without warning. You knew hes always wanted this, the way he used to look at your ass in middle school and the way he got mad when you lost your virginity to another boy in high school. He got what he wanted for 7 years so he was going to completely rip you open.

His giant cock scared you knowing he was going to ram it into your pussy that only has ever took nothing above 5 inches and the fact he was a solid 9 made you get chills. Pushing you back and flipping you over so he had full view to your drooling fat cunt. Sliding his tip into your tight pussy made him let out a high pitch moan, sliding 3 more inches in making you both groan out. The whole thing moving in smoothly making your clit throb and a lump form in your throat.

starting out slowly because if he went any faster he would bust right then and there. He quickens up as you let out loud moans of his name. Your soft tight walls squeezing his length like a rubber band on a balloon. "FUCK! Tae fast p-please" you plead not knowing what you were getting into. Veiny hands grasping your neck and waist as he listens and starts railing his cock into your tight hole and making his cock even harder and now raw. "this pussy is all mine and nobody else can fuck you like this can they?"

"nhm" you moan in response. Your high approaching and so was his. His grip on your neck tightens as he gets slower and harder. Cum now leaking out of you and on his dick. Your cum getting him riled up as he starts going even harder and groaning out your name.

"Baby im hom-" your new boyfriend speaks as he catches you and tae fucking on his bed. One last deep stroke and his nut spills out and into your pussy. Tae throbs inside you as he and your boyfriend make eye contact with a smirk on his face.

"Y/N, WTF!"

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Stunning fancy 1882 Victorian lady in San Francisco, California has 6bds. 3.5ba. and is listed for $3M. (I could go over there and hit the next door neighbors on the head w/my shoe for putting that horrid stone on their house.)

The architectural details are magnificent.

It’s a little dark inside, but it could be absolutely beautiful w/a little brightening up. If you like dark goth, just leave it.

Fancy lamp on the beautiful newel post. I like the carpet- it works.

Huge sitting room. They left the piano, but took the mirror over the fabulous original fireplace. 

What is with these people removing the damned mirrors? We will have to go to the architectural salvage yard to try to replace them. Look at the pediment over the door, though, and the built-in cabinet.

So, the kitchen is a blank slate. The bones are here, though, and that wonderful drainboard sink. As long as some fool doesn’t come in and make it ultra modern.

Cute little pantry.

Guest powder room is also a blank slate.

Wow, this is dramatic.

Interesting. A corner sink on the 2nd landing.

Love a niche- you could put a cool statue in there.

Nice bd. with a marble fireplace.

The 3rd level.

The bds. are a little small.

Nice vintage bath.

Gee, these rooms are tiny and so are the closets. I would have to make one of them a walk-in closet.

Toilet w/a ladder?

Nice bd. with a Victorian corner sink.

This bd. has an en suite. 

Here’s a grand room. Look, they left the mirror. 

The garden’s been neglected, but it has great potential.

Nice large deck.

Beautiful big park nearby.

https://www.sothebysrealty.com/eng/sales/detail/180-l-1190-2bffl3/814-grove-street-western-addition-san-francisco-ca-94117

[snarkylinda]

Y'know, in a show obssesed with methaphorically kicking Spencer on the balls for existing every five minutes, his co-workers forgetting his birthdad is like, the tamest, but it still makes me so SAD to think about it because I imagine him expecting at the very least good wishes or something only for the day to drag on and on with him looking progressely less eager and more and more confused; everytime one of the team would talk to him he would perk up only to have his little nerd heart crushed because they were asking about the job, and then everyone goes home and he is just..... really fucking hurt, but still have some hope left as he checks his phone every five minutes to see if he received an text or an call, maybe he even took the iniciative and asked them to go out but because nobody ever takes his invitation it goes like you can see it, it's just that this time it hurts so, so much worst. And he ends up on his apparment, watching the clock hit midnight as his bd is officially over, and nobody noticed. Just like the old times.

[multifandom-simp-page]

An Elevator of All Places

Pairing: Cal Kestis x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Request: Based on this request

I think this is gender neutral? Please let me know if it’s mistagged

There is a mention of killing, violence, and yk general empire shinanigans. Please let me know if there's anything I missed!

You shivered, “Ugh I hate Imp bases” You groaned as you followed BD and cal through the dark hallways of the base, your lightsabre gripped in your palm as you kept alert for any stray stormtroopers wandering around. 

The slight click of your boots made you jump every so often, on edge and exhausted as you spent the past few days going out nonstop with Cal. Leaving early in the morning and not returning till long past even your crewmates retired to bed. 

Cal had noticed your recent fatigue and promised today would be the last day before you both took a few days off, catching up on some much needed rest and proper cuddles. You suddenly stumbled as your eyes drooped, tripping over your own foot. 

Cal was quick to look over his shoulder as you tumbled to the ground. Pain shooting up your thighs as your knees hit the cold metal of the hallway floor. You groaned as you braced yourself with your hands, hearing the clattering of your lightsabre as it slid across the floor and feeling Cal’s gloved hand grip your shoulder. 

He immediately jumped to check you for injuries as you rocked mack to sit on your heels, “I'm fine Cal, just took a tumble that's all” You assured as you spoke softly, watching his brows furrow in worry. 

“Are you sure? You can barely keep your eyes open…” His tone was laced with worry as his other hand came up to your face, his thumb swiping under your eye, where you knew deep eyebags were sunken and dark in color. 

“I'm just a bit tired, lets's finish clearing the base and just get out of here okay? Merrin promised to make dinner and I can’t wait to see what she cooks up” You gave a light chuckle at the end of your sentence, assuring your very worried Jedi boyfriend that you were okay. 

You knew he didn’t quite believe you but he smiled and helped you off the floor anyway, BD crawling off his shoulder as he stood, opting to run a bit further down the hall. You brushed off your pants and summoned your lightsabre to you, continuing through the base. 

-

After another hour or so you and Cal had finally made it back to the exit, only running into two groups of stormtroopers, and some droids. Now you were both making a beeline for the exit with a purge trooper hot on your heels. BD had quickly run out of stims between the two of you and Cal decided he’d rather not risk either of you coming out of it any more banged up than you already were, thus deciding to hightail it out of the base for the time being. 

You didn’t know the extent of his injuries but you were sure they were worse than yours. He had taken the brunt of the blows for you, seeing as the fatigue of your recent journeys was hitting harder on you than it was on him. 

You were racing ahead down the hallway with BD on you shoulder to get the service elevator while Cal staggered behind, trying to keep the Purge trooper occupied with a blaster you had picked up off of one of the troopers you killed. 

Adreniline was pumping through your veins as you rushed to the operating pad, allowing BD to jump off your shoulder and start tinkering with it to call the elevator. Your head whipped around to see Cal rounding the corner at mock speed, his eyes wild as he sprinted towards you. As you turned your head back to BD to see the progress, the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of black and purple rounding the corner after him. 

“How much longer BD?” You shouted as you heard the furious thudding of boots approaching. BD didn’t answer as the doors opened with a ding. BD quickly scampered inside and you stepped in placing your had on the door to hold them open, turning to see your companion closing in on the elevator. 

Your heart dropped as you saw the purge trooper dangerously close behind Cal, you bit the inside of your cheek as gauged the distance Cal had and your chest tightened at your realization. He had a good fifteen feet before he would be in the clear, you could see the way his chest heaved and you knew with the way the purge trooper was gaining on Cal that he wouldn’t make it. 

You moved to step out of the elevator to help Cal but winced and clutched your side, where a storm trooper had nicked you in the side with their blaster. You looked at Cal and outstretched your hand, using the force to pull the blaster from his grip and bring it to you. 

Once the blaster reached your hands you wasted no time using it to shoot at the purge trooper beind Cal, and barely moved quick enough for him to get in the elevator, and usher BD to close the doors. 

The last thing you saw as the elevator doors sealed was the Purge trooper slashing their staff across them, leaving a red mark streaking across the doors. You sighed and slumped down against the side of the elevator next to Cal. Leaning your head against his shoulder and clasping his hand in yours.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and kissed the crown of your head, chuckling as BD settled into your lap. “Thanks for the save, that was a close one,” He said lightheartedly as you hummed, you eyes falling shut. 

The gentle hum and passing lights of the elevator came to a jolting stop and the scraping of metal wretched your ears. Cal shifted and BD jumped up, tinkering with the command board. He beeped and you groaned, “Great, now were stuck, and in an elevator of all places” you grumbled and curled into Cal’s side. 

He simply chuckles “Yeah, yeah. Just rest a bit for now, me and BD will fix it and ill wake you up when were ready to head back to the Mantis” He said and you made a noise of agreement, your body ached and your head was pounding. A nap sounded just right. 

- The next morning you awoke to find yourself in your and Cal’s shared courters, your wounds delicately bandaged and your clothes changed to something comfy. You smiled and curled back into Cal, who was laying next to you in a similar state, ‘Of course he carried you back’ You rolled your eyes internally but couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on your face.

-

This was a fun little drabble! I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for the request, I did take my own creative liberty with it and I think it turned out super good!

[anonymous-dentist]

i understand your strugle with bd i was slowly posting a (finished) fic of mine that had forever in it when everything hit the fan. i had weighted my options of editinf him out and thought 20k plus already having 6 chapters posted was too much to rework. so saturday night i ended up editing and posting remaining 13 chapters of that fic and rewriting two wips i had to take him out (it took like 8/9 hours to do just that)

And it was a very good fic!

Honestly, there’s no right answer for us because it’s just such a painful situation. Everything we do is going to hurt, it’s just a matter of finding a solution that hurts less than the others

[kyberblade]

Fall In (Din x Reader) - Shatter Drabble

A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 15-19, Ice, Family, Home, Joy, and Star. It’s set in the Shatter universe. Basically a Part 2. I missed these idiots! Some slight angst but mostly just fluff and goodness and everything I love about these two.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. Banter. Mando’a.

Word count: 3,909

Series Masterlist | Dincember 2022 Masterlist | Next

Thank you to @grippingbeskar​​​ who heard the still small voice in the back of my head and gently pushed along with it and said, “What if you wrote something from Shatter….?” (I missed these idiots….)

Thank you to @deceiverofgodss​​ for helping me with Mando’a. A life saver as always. (Any mistakes are my own. It’s hard, okay?)

Xxx

“A quarter turn to the right!” Peli yelled from the other side of the ship, her voice carrying extremely well with little effort. “No, no- A quarter. Do you not know-”

“Peli,” you froze, glancing down to the side in the small crawl space you were tucked into on the old Razor Crest. “I haven’t even turned it at all.”

It’d been a week of this. In all honesty, you and Peli got along just fine, great even, but when it came to working with her…. She was very meticulous in her approach. Din had backed away halfway through day one, hands held up in surrender as he made his way slyly towards his N1, taking the kid and BD with him.

“This is your ship, Mando!” You’d called after him. “You leave it in my hands and I’m liable to fly off without you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he said calmly, barely looking over his shoulder. “You’d last five minutes without me telling you how to stop that thumping in the cockpit.”

“Damn it, he’s right,” you grumbled under your breath, turning with a low growl to start back in on the panel Peli had set you to work on. 

“Are you turning now?” Peli’s voice was calm, but you could tell it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Reaching out, you began to slowly turn the mechanism at the end of the shaft. “Yeah, hang on. Almost…. There….” Clang. “Shit!” Hiss.

“What? What happened?!” Peli scrambled around to the opening, pulling on your legs to help get you out of there fast.

You’d gone in without your helmet, so when she pulled you out and saw ice on your hair and eyelashes, she swore under her breath, barely containing her laughter. 

“Knob broke. Coolant leaked. I’m cold.” Your teeth chattered as you spoke, and you cradled your upper body with your arms. Luckily you had kept your beskar on in case you had to make a last minute run if you and Din were found, so the rest of you was unscathed. 

Din was just jogging over, grabbing your shoulder to spin you around and inspect the damage while Peli was ordering her pit droids around to fix the leak. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?”

“Din, Din, I’m fine,” you spoke lowly to keep his name between you. Bracing your hands on his shoulders while he still held your upper arms, he brought one gloved hand to your face to inspect the ice. “I’m just cold, is all. Actually felt kinda nice, compared to what I’ve gotten used to here on Tatooine.” You chuckled at his huff. “Din, I’m fine.”

BD skidded to a stop behind him, having made the dash across the hangar at the same time, but its short legs took twice as long. Beeping and trilling at you in a series of sounds that sounded just as concerned as Din, it circled you anxiously, bobbing up and down as it scanned you for injuries. 

“I’m okay, buddy. It was mostly the ship that got hit, not me. See?” You held your arms out in front of you for the droid to scan, which it did promptly. It let out a relieved sounding bloop, and you smiled gently down at it. “Everything’s fine, little guy.”

Content for now, the droid bobbed up and down, in almost a nod, before turning and heading back toward the N1, trilling and beeping mindlessly as it went.

“This is going to take the rest of the day to fix,” Peli announced on a sigh, slapping the ship near the panel entrance you’d just come out of. One of her pit droids emerged with its eyeglass coated in a thick layer of ice, it’s joints stiff as it all but fell out of the shaft in clumsy movements, shivering violently once it righted itself and began to walk slowly through the hangar. “We’re going to have to let it all drain out where it busted then go in and fix it. There’s too much pressure buildup before that point to have any time to get anything done in there so long as that thing is spraying icicles. Once it’s out of coolant, I’ll send a droid in to fix it, then we’ll refill it. Free of charge.” She chuckled nervously. “I should have known yet another part on this ship was rusted silly.”

Grogu began to try and scale your armor, babbling as he did in concern. Lowering to your haunches, you scooped him up before getting back to your feet. “Don’t worry, ad’ika, I’m fine. Just a little accident. I bet I look funny, huh?”

He only blinked at you, leaning forward to brace his hands on your cheeks, pushing them back gently as he cooed softly at you with a tilt of his head.

You laughed. “Thank you?” A tingling sensation began to wash over your skin. “Kid?” His eyes slowly drifted shut while yours drifted over to Din. “Mando?”

Coming forward to take the kid gently from your arms, Din spoke softly. “Kid, hey. Grogu.” He didn’t respond, so Din physically removed him from you, watching as he blinked big disoriented eyes before they focused on his helmet. “She’s not hurt, you don’t have to heal her.” Grogu looked over at you, unconvinced. “I think you need a nap.” The child whined, but his eyes could barely stay open as he blinked bleary up at you, holding his arms out toward you.

Laughing softly you took him back from Din, walking up the ramp into the interior of the Crest. “Sleep now, ad’ika. You’ve had a long day. I’ll work on something right over here so I won’t be far, okay?” He was barely awake as you set him in his hammock, falling asleep within seconds.

Din’s footsteps behind you were the only other sound on the ship. “Night, kid.” Reaching out he pressed the button to close the door to the bunk. “You’re good with him.”

You scoffed softly. “He makes it easy.” Turning to the panel you had abandoned when Peli asked you to go in the shaft, you began to work on the wiring again.

“No, I mean, it seems like you’ve done it before. Did you have siblings before….” He didn't finish the sentence.

“Before the Empire basically destroyed everything I knew?” He nodded. “Yes, I did. I don’t know what happened to them. If they got away, or….” You swallowed roughly before letting out a laugh. “Hell, they may be covered in beskar, too, somewhere, and I just don’t know it.” Your grin faltered slightly. “But yes. I had siblings. A family.”

Silence settled comfortably between you before he spoke again, his voice soft. “What’s the name?”

“Of what?” You turned your head to look at him.

“Your home planet.”

Turning back to the wires, you shrugged. “I don’t even know anymore. I was so young. Everything about that place feels like I dreamt it.”

“Distant?” His voice dropped with understanding.

“No.” You smiled sadly to yourself. “Too good to be true.”

“Well you know you’re family to him, right?” You glanced at him over your shoulder, brow raised. “To me?”

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” you murmured, nodding gently with the words. (“Family is more than blood.”)

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” he repeated.

“Ibic te haat.” ((Lit.) “This is the truth.”/(Approx.) “This is the way.”)

“Ibic te haat.”

You went back to the wires while he lingered by your shoulder. “He doesn’t heal just anybody. Only people he thinks of as family or friends. At least, that’s what it’s seemed like so far.”

“I didn’t know he could do that,” you mused, tugging a cap off a wire.

“I’m surprised Karga didn’t mention it,” he said on a chuckle. “Kid saved his life early on- first time I saw him do it, actually. Now he brags that the kid chose him, or some bantha shit like that.” You both laughed softly.

“While I’ve got you in here,” you dropped the wires, signaling him to follow you. “I got the kitchen/workbench area mostly installed, all that’s left is the sink. I need an extra set of hands, think you could help?”

Only nodding, Din stood on the opposite side of the little basin from you, waiting for instruction.

“The water storage isn't that big, but it refills from condensation off of the….” You stared at the sink blankly for a moment before looking back up at Din. “You know what? I don’t know. Peli talked really fast, and it was a lot of information…. I know how it works, I just couldn’t explain it to you…. But!” You walked over to the toolbox, digging around for what you needed as you continued. “We just need to tighten those bolts underneath, then test for leaks- Ah-ha!” You pulled the tool out that you needed, going back to the sink. “So I’m going to tighten them, and when I ask you to, turn that knob on the wall, then turn the water on. Got it?”

Again, only nodding in response, Din leaned one hip against the counter across from where you were, leaning his elbow on the countertop.

Dropping to the ground with a groan, you squished up under the fixture, turning everything as tight as it would go. “Okay. Try that.”

You heard the valve on the wall squeak as it turned, then the water turned on, the swoosh sound traveling along the wall before it reached the fixture, then all you heard was the hiss as water sprayed everywhere at high pressure around each bolt.

“Dank farrik! Din! Turn it off! Kriff! Son of a mud scuffer!”

Din’s head popped into view after the water went off, his voice warbling on a held back laugh. “Are you okay?”

Pulling a gloved hand down your face, you flicked it toward his visor with a curl of your lip, spraying his helmet with water droplets.

“Today is just not my day,” you mumbled, going back to tighten the bolts further and puffing water off your lips as you did. 

“At least it was just water this time and not coolant.”

You leveled a dry glare on him, moving only your eyes his way as you kept at your work under the sink, voice droll. “At least.”

Rising to your feet, you swiped some wet strands of hair back out of your face. “Okay, try that- You know what? Actually, let me.”

Flicking the switch on the wall on, you reached for the movable spout and pulled on the little extendable hose, pointing it directly at Din and pulling the trigger. It hit his beskar with a hollow, drawn out ping until the stream stopped, and you tilted your head. “This was much more satisfying in my mind.” Your eyes flicked up to his helmet. “This probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, was it?”

“You’re my head of strategy and tactics. You tell me.”

You straightened your head to look up at him. “What are the odds I’m not walking out of here before you do something in retaliation?” Resigned to your fate, it was more of a statement than anything.

His head tilted like yours had been. “I like those odds.”

You both stared at one another for a long moment before jerking into action.

Din was much faster than you. He pulled you down to the floor as you laughed loudly, protesting as he pinned you close to the pipes and loosened one of the bolts, water shooting all over the floor underneath you. Then he grabbed the hose, spraying you like you had him.

You’d just gotten the nozzle turned back on him when the water began to peter out, turning to only drops. 

Both of you were breathing hard, chuckles tumbling out in spurts as you stared at each other. 

“Happiness looks good on you, Din. You should run for your life more often if it brings you this much joy.”

He snorted out a laugh, shaking his head as he sat across from you in the puddle of water on the floor. Reaching down, he splashed some of it on you, making you drop your jaw in shock, quickly snapping it shut before returning the favor.

The laughter died out on softer chuckles, both of you staring at the other in companionable silence. 

“Do you want to go back?”

The question caught you off guard, making you scrunch your nose in confusion. “Back? Back where?”

“Home.”

You arched a brow. “To Mandalore? I mean, yeah, eventually, when it’s safe for you and the kid, but-”

“No, not there. Home.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your hands. “I hadn’t thought about it much.” That’s a lie. You thought about it most nights right before you fell asleep. Your mind would betray you, wandering down long forgotten lanes of memory and nostalgia when your defenses were low. 

“That’s a lie,” you admit softly, looking back up into his visor. “I think about it. Often. Not on purpose. Not longingly. Just….” You look back down to your fingers as you worry them, smiling fondly. “I had this place I liked to hide when I’d play with my friends. They never found me. I turned it into my own secret little base of operations. Stored snacks, stashed little treasures like rocks and odds and ends I’d found.” 

Your smile slipped slightly. “It’s where I went when…. It was the only time someone found me there. They knocked over my pile of treasures.” You looked back up at his visor with a weak smile. “I know that sounds stupid, with everything that was going on, but…. I just remember,” your gaze flitted over his shoulder, “I got so mad. How dare they.” 

Eyes floating back over his T, you let out a huff of broken laughter. “The Mandalorians took care of the troopers before they took me too far. Jet packed me out of there before I could even think to ask about my family. I had no idea what was going on…. By the time I realized, no one knew anything, and we were already in hyperspace.”

“If you remember the name, we can go back-”

“We can’t,” you interrupted. “It doesn’t matter.” Tightening the bolt under the sink needlessly, you spoke quickly. “I appreciate it, Din, I really do, but the Empire erased all mentions of my planet shortly after. All the charts, gone. Only maps of star systems with giant voids where my home used to be.”

Din reached out to put his gloved hand on yours, stilling your movement. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, turning back to the pipes. “I’m fine.” The tool clicked as it ratcheted the bolt tighter. “I’ve moved on.”

“If it helps, you’ve made this bucket of rust a home for me and the kid.”

Grunting with the last turn of the bolt, you let your arms fall to your lap with a plop. Turning your gaze over to him, you stayed silent.

“Ever since the last Crest was blown up, we haven’t had a stable place. Even Mandalore didn’t feel like home, just somewhere that was safe for the time being. And that safety was mostly due to you.” You looked down at your hands, needlessly studying the tool. “Now, we’ve been on the run for a week in this shitty ship- yes, I said shitty- working to get it livable, and I haven’t felt so at home in months.”

“Din-”

“I’m not done.” You snapped your jaw shut, nodding once. “Before the kid, I was alone. Then it was just me and him. We didn’t need anyone else. Now…. Now I don’t know. Somehow you found a way under my armor, and it’s like I carry you everywhere I go, even when you’re not with me.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, a lopsided grin started up your face. “Are you comparing me to a virus?”

He sighed, sitting back. “One of the nasty ones that’s hard to shake.”

You held a hand over your heart in mock flattery. “Why, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Both of you laughed softly, Din leaning back on one hand, the other propped up on his bent knee while you sat cross legged, tossing the tool back and forth between your hands. 

It was comfortable. You’d never been one for silence, even though the life of a Mandalorian often contained multitudes of it. But as you sat there across from your ruler, your charge, your friend…. The silence almost seemed to flicker, like the birth of a star on some distant chart. Something both foreign and familiar. And you didn’t want to look away.

“You know,” Din began, his voice softer than all the times before, “I know it’s only been a week, and I’ll admit, you drove me absolutely crazy those first few weeks back on Mandalore.” You laughed softly. “But there is no doubt in my mind, after everything we’ve been through in such a short time, and how much Grogu absolutely trusts you and thinks you hung the moon….”

“He’s a good kid,” you mumbled, looking over your shoulder toward the bunk.

“It would be an honor to have you join our clan.”

You froze, your eyes drifting to the side as you stared absently at the wall. “Din, I couldn’t-” You turned to face him again, but he cut you off.

“You have no signet yet. Whatever you choose, I will respect. If you want to forge your own path, that’s fine. But if you want to go forward wearing a mudhorn, nothing you could do would make me regret that.”

You thought for a moment, head tilting as you looked at him. Leaning back, you rested on the palms of your hands behind you. “Anything I do over our time away from Mandalore, I would do in service of the Mand’alor or to protect his clan. I can think of nothing nobler than protecting one’s own.” You bowed your head with a small smile. “I would wear it with honor.”

Din gave a single, firm nod, leaning forward to extend his right hand. You mirrored him, clutching his arm just above his vambrace tightly as he did yours. 

“Ni dinui ner runi at gar bal te adiik. Ni ven’cuyi cabur bal aliit. Ni ven’dinui ner oya’cye bah gar.” You grinned at him and winked. “Gar ru’gaanade jatnese be te jatnese.” (“I give my soul to you and the child. I will be protector and family. I give my life for you. You have chosen the best of the best.”)

“Cabur. Aliit. Ni dinui ner runi at gar. Ni ven’cuyi cabur bal aliit. Ni ven’dinui ner oya’cye bah gar.” He tilted his head to the side teasingly. “Gar ru’gaanade jatnese be te jatnese.” (“Protector. Family. I give my soul to you and the child. I will be protector and family. I give my life for you. You have chosen the best of the best.”)

You chuckled. “Only the best will do when it comes to family.”

A soft huff of amusement passed through his modulator. “Couldn’t agree more.”

Just then, Grogu began to climb up over your free arm, babbling about something as he went. “Well, hello there,” you mused quietly with a smile, looking down at him as you cradled him to you with the arm he was scaling. “Did we wake you up by being too loud while we were trying to fix the water?”

Looking over to his father, the child saw your arms still clasped, and his eyes widened. Jumping down out of your arms, he walked over under your grasp, and reached up when he was in the middle with his right hand, almost as if supporting both your arms from below. He looked between the two of you with sparkling eyes and a growing grin.

You were a clan of three.

Xxx

Finishing up the last shelves above the workbench area that also doubled as a small kitchen, you turned your head at the sound of footsteps coming up the ramp.

You smiled when you saw Din making his way toward you, BD running the opposite way down the ramp after helping you get everything level. His visor followed after the droid as they passed, BD looking up at him with a chirp while it continued on, before Din gave a gentle shake of his head in amusement, then turned back to focus on you.

“Just finishing up these shelves then this whole side of the Crest is done.” Turning back to the shelf, you made sure it was stable as you continued. “I thought we could move on to the bunks next, maybe dual task with the cockpit. I think I could drag Peli in here while her droids work outside. We should make a trip to the market for supplies now that we have some storage in case we need to make a run for it anytime. I don’t want to get too comfortable here….”

Looking across your shoulder at him, you arched a brow. “You’re quiet.” Your brows narrowed together. “Even for you.” You turned to face him fully, both brows raising in concern. “Something wrong?”

Glancing down at his hands as he closed the distance left between you, you noticed his right hand splayed fully open, fingers stretched to their limit, before they curled in slowly, making a relaxed fist like his left hand, which clutched something loosely at his side.

Taking your hand in his, he pressed his palm to yours, something with pointed edges digging into the fabric of your glove. “I know it’s not beskar, but until we get back and can do this properly, I hoped this would work.” 

Closing your hand around the object, a string hung down haphazardly through your fingers. Pulling your hand toward yourself, you turned your palm up and opened your fingers to reveal a pendant of a mudhorn made from various ship parts. 

A gear was the large part of the head, two halves of a broken gear made the jaws, and a few other parts you couldn’t recognize as they were hammered down flat to make up the horn and the rest of the head. The shiny silver caught the light of Tatooine’s dual suns as it poured in from the open ramp and you moved the pendant gently side to side to admire it. 

“I made it with…. It’s parts from the Crest and the N1,” he explained, before mumbling, “Shiniest things in this place.”

You laughed. “There’s one thing shiner.” Reaching out you thumped the side of his helmet with your finger, earning you a soft snort of laughter.

“Thank you,” you spoke quietly, studying the T of his visor before looking back down to the pendant in your hand with a lopsided grin. “It’s perfect.”

Slipping the cord over your head, it sat just above your chest plate, over your flight suit, the gleaming metal a sharp contrast to the dark material. Looking down at it, making sure it sat right, you tilted your head back to look at him straight on. “Aliit ori’shya tal’din.” You held his gaze while adding softly, “A clan of three.” (“Family is more than blood.”)

His head tilted to the side just slightly. “Jatnese be te jatnese.” (“The best of the best.”)

Xxx

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[fanficwriterforeverythingnerdy]

A Kenobi Part 2

It had been a little over two years since Grogu had left with Luke. Two years since Din and the others found out your true identity. Y/n Kenobi. The daughter of a famous Jedi and a Mandolorian dutchess. You never knew your mother, just the stories your father told you growing up before he’d turn away with a defeated look. 

You remember one time, you had to have been about six or seven, you riffled through a box under your father’s bed. You discovered many things a few spare parts, a necklace, and a holopad. Your curiosity grew and you opened it. An image of a woman appeared. She was beautiful. She had short hair that resembled calm ocean waves. She looked regal in a gorgeous gown. She smiled and it met her eyes. You realized you had some of her features–could she be–your mother–

“Little Star, I’ve told you not to go through my things,” said your father. 

He reached the side of the bed you sat by and froze. He gazed sadly at the hologram. Your father approached you lightly hitting the button to turn it off. You placed it back where you found it. Your father wrapped his arms around you lifting you up in the air and plopping you on his bed. Kneeling in front of you he made direct eye contact. 

“Daddy, who was that?” 

“That was an old transmission from your mother.” 

“Oh,” your little voice said, “She’s pretty.” 

Your father chuckled softly, 

“Yes, she was.” 

“Daddy, did the empire take Mommy away?” 

“No, a bad man took her away.” 

That was all you knew of her. He didn’t even tell you her name. You found out who she was a few months prior to meeting Din. Satine Kyrze Dutchess of Mandalore. She ruled with peace and pacifism. And she was murdered by a sith named Darth Maul. 

You sighed pushing the thoughts of the mother you never knew to the back of your mind. Then you felt it. Felt the brush of the force. Something had been calling to you for a couple of weeks now. In that time Din had been gone for a solid week. He’d taken a few odd jobs to get some credits. He’d been more sentimental lately when he left you. You knew he worried about when he was gone. Since Grogu left he’d been more protective. Of course, he had to be, he promised to marry you. 

Currently, you were on Tatooine. The planet where you’d grown up. Where you and Luke Skywalker had met. You of course knew of him growing up. Your father worried about him constantly. Something you didn’t understand until you were older. 

Peli and her team of droids had been working on getting a new ship for Din. She’d somehow gotten her hands on a Nabooian N-1 Starfighter. You knew it was a fast ship, but you knew Din would have issues with it nonetheless, especially since it was a one-seater. You were going to have to stay behind more often. Or maybe you’d follow the force. 

All of a sudden you heard blaster shots. Peli must have been taking care of a pest again. You went out to investigate. 

“Come out come out wherever you are,” Peli said. 

She was investigating behind a box. She looked out at the droids noticing your presence. When suddenly she was dragged down to the ground.

“Oh, it’s got me! It’s chewing!” yelled Peli. 

You moved forward blaster in hand. But before you could shoot at it a blast hit directly. Your head whipped in the direction the blast had come from. Shiny armor met your vision. Din. You dropped your blaster and bolted over to Din. His arms opened wide for you. You ran straight into them. He lifted you off the ground. Leaning his forehead against yours for a kedblade kiss. 

“What an entrance,” said Peli, “ BD you good? Oh, good. Oh, boy.” 

“You alright Peli?” you asked. Breaking apart from you Mandalorian. 

“Fine, fine,” she said, “Look everyone it's Mando!” 

All the droids began leaving, knowing how Din felt about droids. A small giggle escaped you. 

“So, besides Y/n what do I owe the pleasure? I almost thought you were going to leave Y/n here.” 

“I got your message,” he said. 

“Message, what message?” asked Peli.

“You said you found me a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

Peli looked confused for a moment before answering, 

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I said. That’s what I do. I’ve been working my butt off. Did you bring the cash?” 

“It’s right here.” He placed them in Peli’s outstretched hand. 

After giving some orders to the droids Peli began leading the way to the ship. Din interlocked your hands squeezing tightly. She led you to shed where she’d been keeping the ship. 

“Ready to have your mind blown?” 

She pulled off the tarp. Revealing the not finished Nabooian Starfighter. 

“Where’s the Razor Crest?” 

“I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Din said reaching for your hand again turning out to leave. 

“Hang on a second,” said Peli

“Din, just hear her out,” you whispered. 

“Do you have any idea what this is?” Peli asked. 

She continued to explain that N-1 Starfighter was made personally for the royal guard of Naboo by the Queen. After saying she’d give Din his money back she began to persuade, one of the things Peli did best. You felt that brush again. 

“At least let me put it together before you make up your mind.” 

That’s how you and Din ended up working on the ship together. It took awhile but she was finally done. Din took it for a test drive. Peli looked over at you.

“I guess the only thing I didn’t think about was you when picking out a ship for him.”

“It’s alright. I think I’ll have to go away for a little bit.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Something in the force is calling to me.” 

“The force?”

“Yeah.”

“He won’t take that well.” 

You sighed she was right. Din loved you more than anything and hated leaving you. You were all he had left. You went to pack up some of your things. You heard Peli talking to someone. You ignored it probably some customer. You heard the starfighter land. A sigh escaped you, it was now or never. You emerged from your room just as Peli said, 

“Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you.” 

“A friend of mine?” 

“ We don’t have very many friends,” you said. Your bag was slung over your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry. I told you I didn’t know where you were. Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar secruity system.” 

“She tell you her name?” asked Din.

“Fennec Shand.” 

Peli shrieked out of alarm. Scolding one of her droids she walked out of the hangar. You looked at Fennec who leaped down. 

“By any chance are you two looking for work?” she asked. 

“Could be,” said Din 

“The pay is good.” 

“What’s the bounty. We need muscle and a Jedi would be handy.” 

“Boba Fett.” 

“He would appreciate it.” 

Din looked at the credits then you and tossed them back to Fennec. 

“Tell him it’s on the house.” 

“But first we have to pay a visit to a little friend,” said Din. 

Din looked at you weaving your hands together. You pulled him away from prying ears. This wasn’t going to be easy. Once out of anyone’s earshot Din wrapped his arms around you bringing you in for another kedblade kiss. 

“Din I have to tell you something.” 

“Mesh’la it can wait when we leave.” “That’s the thing, I can’t come with you.”

“What? Cyar’ka if it’s because of Luke––”

“No, there’s something I have to take care of.” 

“What Cyare? 

“Something is calling out to me through the force.” 

“Cyare I don’t want to lose you, you’re all I have left.” 

“I’ll be alright.” 

“Where will you go?” 

“Something or someone on Chandrila.” 

“Cyar’ka I’m coming with you. “No, you help Fett. I have to do this alone. Besides,” you sigh, “I’ll take my saber with me.” 

Din looked aorund and reached his hands up to remove his helmet. Brown eyes met your eyes. Worry swirled in them. He didn’t like the idea of splitting up. He couldn’t protect you that way. He pulled something out of his utility belt. A commlink. 

“You call me if anything, and I mean anything goes wrong.” 

You wrapped your hand around the commlink threading your other hand in his hair,

“Okay.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours. Slowly he leaned forward capturing your lips with his. It was a soft, but needy kiss. You broke the kiss first looking at Din’s closed eyes. 

“I love you Din.” 

“And I, you Mesh’la.” 

“Say hit to Grogu for me.” 

“I will.” 

“Goodbye Din. I’ll come back to you I feel it in the force.” 

“Ret’urcye mhi ner kar’ta” (Goodbye my heart) 

You pulled yourself away and walked out of Peli’s shop. You didn’t turn back, you couldn’t. You’d run right back to him if you did. You found yourself on public transport. Your saber was hidden well in your bag. You looked out the window. A part of you knew where to start. Ossus. You were going to find Luke.

[feyre-darling92]

Can’t lose you

A/N: Hello, everyone! Hope you’re alright. I just finished playing Jedi:Fallen Order and I am very slightly obsessed with it, so here’s a Cal Kestis x reader one-shot.

T/W: Bad writing, angst, injuries, blood, some swear words, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 694

Synopsis: After a close call you realize that you can’t lose him

“Cal. Cal!” you screamed as you blocked incoming shots from hitting you.

Cal was hit and had fallen to the ground without answering your calls, making your heart stop.

“Cal!” you ran to him and shook his shoulder in a pathetic try to wake him up, “Open your eyes, Cal” you brought your hand to his cheek, “Please”

You again received no response and the sharp pain on your shoulder from a blaster shot reminded you that there were still stormtroopers around you.

Standing protectively in front of him you ignited your lightsaber and started deflecting shots and killing them one by one.

However, you missed some shots resulting in wounds and grazes and an unexpected hit on the head from a purge trooper.

Having fallen to the ground was anything but pleasant but you managed to make your way to him by crawling and dragging yourself.

“BD” you called for the droid which immediately appeared on sight, “Is he ok?”

“Boop-beep bep”

“That’s good I guess” you sighed in relief and glanced at him, “How many healing stems do you have?”

“Boop beep-boop”

“Give me both” you extended your arm and the droid beeped in concern, “I’ll be fine, BD. Cal needs them more”

Unconvinced from your words he gave you the stems and you injected them into Cal.

His name left your lips as softly as a prayer and this time it got answered because he slowly opened his eyes, his confused stare meeting your worried one.

“What happened?” he looked around.

“You’re hurt. Do you think you can walk till Mantis?” you helped him stand up and he supported his weight on you.

“I will try” he murmured but before you could make a proper step forward he fell again half-conscious.

“Please, Cal, help me get you there” you begged him and he did his best to stand up again.

Your own wounds made the whole thing harder but at this point, you didn’t care. Because you couldn’t lose him.

When you finally made it to the ship a blaster shot passed right on top of your head.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, “Greez! Cere!”

The ramp opened and you both ran inside, imperial troopers trying to hit you, unsuccessfully.

“What happened?” Cere and Merrin ran to help you, taking Cal off you.

His absence made you lose your balance and you fell to the ground, trying to catch your breath.

“Cal-” you tried to speak, “Please, help him”

Merrin took him inside and Cere kneeled in front of you. Before you could realize it you had become a sobbing mess, hands around your knees and head hanging low.

“Hey, Y/N. Breathe” Cere put a comforting hand on your shoulder, “You’re alright now”

“No, no, I almost lost him and it was all my fault”

“You saved him” you looked at her, “Now, let me help you up”

With her help, you stood up but midway to the couch you felt lightheaded and your legs gave up.

“Merrin!” you heard her yell but it was too late. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You slowly opened your eyes, eyelids feeling heavy.

The first thing you noticed was that you were on your small bed, the pain however struck you with the smallest movement you did.

“Take it easy” a familiar voice sounded from your side and you turned to face him.

“Cal” you breathed relieved that you saw him alive and in one piece and tried to sit up. He rushed to help you and once you were comfortable enough he sat on your bed.

“How are you?” you asked.

“I am fine. Thanks to you. And Merrin” he took your hand in his “Thank you”

“I couldn’t lose you” you replied shyly, not daring to look at him.

“I can’t either, but I almost did. Don’t do anything reckless again”

“I won’t, I promise”

He gently lifted your chin so he could look into your eyes and gently kissed you.

You were surprised but you then brought your hand to the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

“Better?” he smirked when you pulled away, breathless.

“Of course” you kissed him again.

[jacksdaaw]

Ok. Watching the episode now and I have seen some spoilers so I have been bracing myself each time Misaki was on screen. Ultimately, I feel like Misaki's writing was less of an issue than I was lead to believe - I was almost pleasantly surprised as I was actually afraid they would pull back on her ep10 characterisation - it was the story direction that took the hit. Out of all possible ways to resolve that conflict I feel like this one was the cheapest. BD had only three female characters actually relevant to the story; one of them appeared in one episode, another is five and now the last one was just killed off for plot progression. On the whole, this somehow actually managed to be both better and worse than I expected

[gyusimp]

°•Birthday Headcanons (Modern Au)•°

🎂 Ok, today is my birthday! So, i write this for myself lmao. I leave some BD headcanons so read it when it's your BD too why not? 🎂 Warnings: Some small smut.

Gyutaro would never forget a date as important as this one. He has insomnia so he wrote a very cute and very long text message for you in the middle of the night and hit send when literally your birthday started.

You were asleep but when you woke up, his message was the first one you read and that you replied to.

Gyutaro isn't very good at expressing his feelings with words, but it's less difficult for him if he writes it down so when you read his message some tears fell down your face.

He was very cute but he hated to admit it. Today was your birthday but that didn't mean it was a vacation day.

Unfortunately you had to go to work so you got ready and left.

But Gyutaro had thought of everything. The receptionist called you saying that something had arrived for you. You came out and saw a huge arrangement of your favorite flowers tied with ribbons.

At the bottom was a small card, the phrase "Happy Birthday" was printed in a fancy way. You opened the little card and recognized the not-so-pretty handwriting of the written note.

"I wanted to make you smile while you were locked up there. I adore u, u know that right?" -Gyutaro

You almost cried again, this man was the most detailed in the world. And he was your man!!

Later, he called you to tell you that he would pick you up from work today because he had something very special for you.

You looked at the clock excited and anxious wishing that your work schedule would end now. When it was time for you to leave, you ran towards the entrance and there was Gyutaro, waiting for you on his motorcycle.

You were dressed so pretty so he also decided to get ready for this special occasion. Today was one of those few days where he allowed Ume to help him with his outfit.

He drove through the streets a little carefully this time because you were with him. It wasn't long before you two arrived at a mall. You thought that Gyutaro would take you shopping or something, but then he took you by the hand and you crossed the street until you were at the door of a very nice and even elegant restaurant.

You two entered the place, you were so concentrated looking everywhere, admiring the details that you only started to walk when you felt that Gyutaro took your hand to walk together.

The two of you walked through the entire restaurant until you reached a more private part.

"This is your table, Mr. Shabana." The waiter said to him

A pretty bouquet of flowers was on the table. You two sat down and the date began. You were very grateful to Gyutaro, everything he had done today was so romantic.

The date at the restaurant had been perfect so now it was time for you two to go home.

He said that the most important part of your birthday was still missing so you two got back on his bike and headed to the Shabana's apartment.

Of course Ume wasn't there, she was at a casually convenient sleepover so the place was just yours and Gyutaro's.

He held you bridal style and asked you to close your eyes until he allowed you to open them and you obeyed. Gyutaro opened the door with one hand and then closed it after standing you on the floor.

He told you that you could open your eyes and this was the best surprise of the day. You were in Gyutaro's room but it didn't look like it, his room was immaculate and he took the time to fix every detail inside, even Ume helped him pluck all those rose petals that were scattered on the floor and sheets. (Of course he invented another use of the real one).

You knew what this meant so you turned around and looked at Gyutaro with a seductive look while you let your hair down and wrapped both arms around his neck to kiss him on the lips.

Gyutaro took you by the waist and walked until he made you lie down on the mattress, falling softly between the pink petals and straddling you. He passionately kissed and licked your neck, leaving some marks that would take a while to disappear completely. Your cherry lips parted to make those little noises that he likes so much, driving him crazy.

Gyutaro couldn't resist anymore so he began to strip off your clothes and his at the same time until you were only in your underwear underneath him. Gyutaro's skillful hands ran all over your body, touching every nook that only he knew about.

He kissed all over your belly until his lips reached the lace of your panties, he spread your legs and positioned himself between you, brushing your core with his nose as he kissed your thighs.

Gyutaro looked at you defiantly "Happy birthday, sweetheart" he said and after that he pushed your panties aside and buried his face between your legs.

He didn't give a shit if you had to go to job tomorrow or if someone saw the marks he left on your skin, you are his and you are the love of his life so today you deserved to be fucked properly.

Today's the bithday of one of my kittens too lol 🤭

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Me reminding myself this is my blog and I can say whatever anyways bc I opened c2077 and my brain is hot wired to mass effect rn . Who wants to hear some loose ideas . You do I am making this choice for you .. under the cut bc long post thumbsup

Wrex is a fixer 1000% . Specifically a fixer out in the badlands working with the nomads bc the Urdnots are a nomad clan so he Has that connection + he’ s just setting up shop outside night city to make life a bit easier . He ends up adopting Grunt at some point when he’ s like . 5ish . Grunt still chooses the name Grunt when he hits like 18 and jumps into organized fighting . Wrex sponsors him in these fights . Bakara is Grunt’ s mother figure and runs the little Fixer Business in tandem with Wrex . She also keeps constant check on the Urdnot clan’ s status and such . She also organizes drag races . Grunt cannot compete in these he crashes any car he drives to pieces . She’ s busy half the day , either doing work on her own car , taking time for prayer , or she’ s just gone into night city for some Reason

Ashley is a rocker who took up the mantle after loosing her grandfather and father in corporate wars . She did join militech for a few years but was discharged later from disorder + she was going down the same path as her granddad + dad and she realized she really didn’ t deserve that fate . She still has her old military upgrades and constantly keeps them checked so they don’ t malfunction badly since they are Old models . She likes them and she knows removal would just be harder than the upkeep at that point . She lives in North Oak . I like to think she does both heavier rock and acoustic , depending on her mood

Kasumi is like . One of The Best people to get on your team for a job . Equipped with top of the line cybernetics , some of them definitely stolen from secure government data , she can easily make any job an infiltration job and can keep casualties to the Minimum . Yes she has the behavioural faceplate and yes she does use it to screw with her friends and contacts often it is good for her. She prefers to stay off grid , but has her own little network she jacks into at the end of the day for her own little joys . She probably lives in Dog Town , to keep herself separate from the rest of night city . She’ s a collector of rare technology too , and will do Anything to get her hands on it . If it’ s still in working condition ? She’ s taking it nothing can stop her

Thane and Samara r also fixers , Thane in Heywood and Samara in Westbrook .. I like to think they share gigs with each other often . They are also often on the look out for newer people to night city to try and see if they Need help or if they Can help and try to set them up from there .. Kolyat runs with a gang in Heywood and Thane keeps up with making sure he stays safe + making sure he keeps up with prayer and whatnot . Morinth is another rocker and braindance actor who tries to make her bds as dangerous as possible . Samara doesn’ t approve of the BDs part of her livelihood but will try to set her up with jobs to keep her busy and keep her out of trouble Samara doesn’ t quite approve of ..

Jack does gigs only related to cyberpsychosis . She’ s a survivor herself and she knows better than anyone how to handle someone during an episode . She crashes around night city and doesn’ t really stay in one place for long . She’ s always checking police scanners to see if another incident has been reported Or if they’ re on her ass again . She has a Doberman she rescued that accompanies her around night city , he’ s very good at protecting her bike from being hijacked . She does have a little side car for him to curl up in during rides

Joker and EDI are a “ team “ of fixers . Technically . They both operate under the name Joker and never show their face during any form of communication . EDI is an AI that hasn’ t been claimed by the Blackwall and Joker is in the process of building her a body that can pass as human just with a Lot of cybernetics . They’ re both netrunners and are terrifying at what they do . Joker is ex corporate and survived a zeroing attempt so he is very . Well . He isn’ t the nicest guy ever .. EDI was a project he managed to save before having to go into hiding for a bit . Joker’ s skills let him have near perfect control of vehicles while EDI is better with security measures . People keep trying to guess which voice of the two of them is real and which one is a cover up voice . Since it’ s not like they want people to figure out what is actually going on

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Buddies Daddies Ep 11 Can no longer be repaired

Something catching BD is how from the beginning they make it clear to us that the actions of the characters, are not good, nor correct, each character is selfish and irresponsible in their own way (as only real adults, basically) AND EVEN SO all actions revolve around hurting/protecting Miri. At the same time, trying to save her every character does a damage, but this one is unbearable and there is no choice but to move on. Something that is emphasized in the last chapters

If we start with Misaki, at first we are presented as a selfish and irresponsible woman who blames others for her failures. She claims to be deceived by Miri's father, but being a human trafficker, she clearly engages with people with professions as dangerous as those of Kazuki and Rei….. Yes, she mentions "having been deceived by the father," (not if she meant that she didn't know her true profession or if it was just an affair until she left pregnant), frustrating her dreams of being a singer. Something she ended up blaming on Miri, to justify abandoning her and sending her to her father so she could get money. (At that point, Miri could be killed by her own father, abandoned elsewhere, or worse, killed in the confrontation between Rei, Kazuki and the target)

We assumed that because of Miri's cheerful personality, she never harmed Miri and only kept her frustration to herself, but being contained by those feelings came to such a point that she even wished to hit Miri when she laughed. Clearly, Miri wasn't laughing at her mother, let alone being to blame for anything. It was Misaki projecting her discomfort with herself on Miri and wanting to avoid facing the reality of her bad decisions.

When Kazuki knows Misaki clearly her current decisions without her daughter are no better. Her current partner beats and humiliates her, and far from fulfilling her dream as a singer she finds herself stuck in bars of little value, sinking into her own misery.

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The cruelty of it all is to discover in the course of a year that she had cancer, and to realize that the only real thing she had in this world is Miri, her daughter. To recapture he had to discover that he was practically going to die perhaps sooner rather than later, and to want to take Miri away from two men who were REALLY her parents by discovering that they are two killers. (But as I said before, their professions are no less dangerous than those of Miri's real father with whom she is supposed to have been sent)

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I really expected Misaki to die, even if she honestly didn't stop feeling a bad taste of her mouth. She really is a character with whom you manage to empathize with her redemption and you feel terrible to see her die saying goodbye to her daughter in her sleep. The fact that the chapter shows that she really wanted to change and was striving to be a good mother makes everything much more painful.

I wish Misaki was alive in the last chapter (even knowing that she was going to die anyway) or that she simply had lived to not solve so simply (?) the spectator's conflict - After all, it was complex to wish Miri would stay away from her and stay with her parents when she was clearly changed and Miri loves her mother very much (like her parents)… But I understand the decisions at the narrative level and really the season is about to end, so I understand that perhaps it is the most logical decision not to continue extending the misaki arc.

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The interesting thing about reflecting is how selfish decisions and mistakes bring us to a point of no return, and we will never know to what extent the consequences will escalate. If Misaki had never abandoned Miri, she would not have gone that Christmas night, would not have seen her dad (die) and would not have met Rei and Kazuki. And most likely she would not have died in the hands of the murderous organization Suwa. But fate took cruel turns and in the end she had to leave her daughter again: (

In the end you understand that Misaki was a good person sunk in bad decisions, frustration and that she took the easiest path but with the worst consequences. She really didn't deserve that ending, she really deserved to live next door to her daughter. But clearly, the fate of the work was cruel

Certainly, even with redemption not everyone has a happy ending