#so bringing them together and concentrating all of that love-based power into one spot. that might just be what the world needs to be saved

[mymarifae]

I think it’s more like how light world time flows to the dark world. As in the supply closet definitely existed before the abandoned classroom was a thing so that’s why it might be considered the first. The other two fountains were built later in the town’s history, but are still pretty old. That’s my theory anyway.

oh so like. a dark world has existed as long as the light world's corresponding location has existed? so likeeee: cyber world came into existence once the computer lab was built, and queen's reign began when her light world counterpart was taken out of the old classroom after alvin retired/passed away and was moved to the computer lab. (because that is totally what happened. i know it.)

that's a really interesting idea and it makes a lot of sense and i really like it!!!! files it away in my brain forever. but honestly, taking it into consideration, i'd be more inclined to say that the abandoned classroom has existed as long as the school has, because it was part of the original building plans, thus making it older - while the supply closet could have been built in literally any time. 🤔 or, Brought In. it's kind of hard to tell, but the supply closet doesn't look like a built in part of the school. it looks like a portable closet

[ID: the hallway supply closet followed by an image of the closet in the abandoned classroom. end ID.]

see how the top kinda looks like, 3d almost? implying that it's not actually two double doors built into the wall, but a portable closet that someone shoved there. in that. hole in the wall. (????????)

anyway. either way as far as the "which fountain thing came first" debate goes, i like this thought a lot!! it definitely works. thank you for sharing! :)

[bokuroskitten]

121 with BOKUTO PLZ AND THX 🥵

121. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.

It’s funny you ask this one of me anon, because I have a full Fanfiction based on this concept. So please, take it here.❦ 

Office Shenanigans 

⤞Genre: NSFW 18+, Yakuza (Mafia) AU  ⤞warnings: Poly Relationship, DDLG dynamics (Papa & Daddy title used), thigh riding, praise kink, throat grabbing, slight overstimulation, rough sex, begging. ⤞Word Count: 2.2k ⤞Character(s): Dom!Bokuto Koutarou x Dom!Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem Reader ⤞Summary: Bokuto is attempting to get paperwork done, but you have other plans for him. 

Bokuto was in his office, humming softly to himself as a cigarette dangled from his lips, his eyes scanning over bills as he counted and recounted them. Things were business as usual, his boyfriend, Kuroo, was out running the errands for the Yakuza in person while he stayed home for the evening, cleaning up loose ends and dealing with a bit of paperwork.

He thought their girlfriend was napping, as he left you in their shared bedroom very sleepy and curled up in the sheets until he heard a soft little whine come from the doorway.

He glanced up instantly, amber eyes meeting yours with a bit of worry, that is before he noticed your expression. Your eyes were glassed over, cheeks flushed as you bit along your swollen lower lip. You clutched the hem of the oversized sweater you wore, the one that belonged to Kuroo.

“Papa...” You breathed out gently, the voice almost enough to have Bokuto losing his mind, but he kept his cool, a little smirk curling on his lips as he looked back down at his task, slowly removed the cigarette from his lips.

“What is it? What does my birdy need hm?” He asked expectantly, eyes flicking back up to you to see the way your thighs pressed together, the way you slowly entered the room. It took you a couple seconds to ask, voice a bit shaky. “I-I need you, Papa...” Your voice was so whiny, so soft and pretty Bokuto wanted to bend you over the desk and take you right then and there.

But instead, he leaned back in the large leather chair, brows furrowed as he patted one of his thighs. “C’mon baby, you know papa will only help you if you use your big girl words. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

You quickly took the opportunity he gave you and found a spot perched on his thighs, very subtly rubbing yourself along his toned muscle in an attempt to find friction for your currently pulsing core. Bokuto caught on right away and held firm to your hip, thumb pressing right up against your hip bone as he hummed in disapproval. “Words birdy, don’t be bad for Papa now.”

Your little whines were music to his ears, the way your fingers curled into his black button-up, the way you squeezed your thighs around his, you were so cute when you got like this. But you also knew better— so with your cheeks puffed out and in a very soft voice, you spoke to him.

“Papa... I need you in my cunny— “You paused a second, breath catching in your throat as he looked at you with a smirk. “P-Please Papa needa be played with please— “

“Good girl baby, such good words.” He praised, one palm moving up to gently rack through your hair before he looked back down at the desk, his own desire shining through his gaze now. “Papa has to finish his work, you take what you need to, like a big girl okay?”

You were a bit reluctant at first, whining at him and attempting to make a little scene, until he easily slipped himself free from the zipper of the slacks he wore, your mouth opening in a small little gasp as his length bobbed against his abdomen, stood straight and ready for you. “Papa has to work and so does baby.” He reaffirmed, the hand on your hip easily slipping beneath the oversized sweater to press you closer to his freed cock.

With a shaky breath, you gripped tighter at Bokuto’s shirt, biting your lip in concentration as you rose yourself up, slowly fitted yourself along his length. He groaned ever so softly as you bottomed out on him, your face crimson and your lips hung in a little moan as you squeezed lovingly along his cock.

He gave your rear a pat with one large palm, a signal for you to get to work as he placed the cigarette back between his lips, kept his eyes glued to the paperwork. And you did just that, bouncing yourself along his length as pretty little moans of delight left your lips.

“Ah—ah~ Papa” You whined, your hips rotating in sloppy circles as you pressed your face into his shoulder, pressed your chest flush to his. He hummed, smoke puffing from his lips as his palm continued to massage your rear. “Keep going baba... you’re doing so good” he reassured you, his eyes fluttering a bit as you began your little bouncing again. How badly he wanted to fuck into you, make you sob out his name.

But it was so cute watching you desperately get off. Now he knew why Kuroo loved to tease you so much.

“G-Gunna come Papa— can I come please?” Your words were broken between moans, fingers balling into fists as your hips continued to bounce up in sloppy circles with mixes of grinds. He unhooked his chin from your shoulder to lean back once again, removing his smoke so he could grin again. “Mhm baby bird, make a mess of Papa’s slacks.”

The mischief in his tone had you blushing like mad, your face digging into the side of his neck as your moan vibrated against his skin. Once you got permission it was only a few more sloppy bounces and you were coming until, drool forming a little pool on his shoulder as you press your hips desperately into his pelvis. Your cunt squeezed him so perfectly, a grunt of his own escaping at the feeling of your slick soaking his length.

You panted against the now dampened fabric of his button-up, your hips twitching as Bokuto looked down, smirked at the pretty little mess you left all over his pants. In one quick movement, he was gripping your ass, sitting you right on top of the paperwork as he stayed within your walls. You gasped softly at the sudden change, arms attempting to grab at his shoulders, so you didn’t fall back.

But Bokuto was quick to grip your throat within a palm, a small growl leaving him as his cigarette dangled from his lips. “Lay back baby girl, it’s Papa’s turn.” And you were compliant despite your whines, arms spread above your head and hips jutting forward to press his cock against your sweet spot.

He had to chuckle, watching (Y/N)  sprawl out over his work, his palm looking so big around your pretty throat, watching the way your desperate cunt swallowed his cock.

“Can’t wait to paint this little cunny white.” He barely growled out before he began pounding within you, shaking the desk with his powerful thrusts. After removing his cigarette, he easily gripped your thighs, bringing your trembling legs over his large shoulders to get a better angel, slam into you further. You sobbed out loud, back arching and fingers gripping the wood above your head as Bokuto’s cock continuously kissed your cervix, dragged along all your sweet spots.

Bokuto’s pupils were blown wide as he watched his baby come undone by his cock, roughly grabbing your jaw and jerking your face so he could see the pleasurable tears that built up in your gaze. “Tell Papa you love his cock, nice and pretty birdy.”

“I love—ah~! I l-love Papa’s cock~!” You managed to squeal, causing Bokuto to rut into you harder, faster. His fingers were leaving bruised along your thighs at this point as they trembled on his shoulders, one thumb smudging along your bottom lip to pick up the drool that bubbled from your moaning lips.

“Good girl.” He cooed. “Ready for papa to fill you up huh? Wanna be full for when Daddy gets home?” He continued to egg you on, knowing fully well you’d just babble at this point as your eyes rolled back, your hips jutting forward so he could hit you in all the right spots. Biting on his lower lip Bokuto slammed into you a couple mores, hard enough to make his desk shake and to have you sobbing out his name in the empty office.

“Fuck yea~” he growled lowly, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt as he finally released within you, watching the way you clenched desperately around his dick in an attempt to swallow up his warmth. His strokes came to a slow stop as he rode out the high of his orgasm, eyes shiny with desire as his cock was coated in your slick and his own, how your little pussy walls fluttered around him.

“Papa...~” Your whiney little voice snapped him back to reality, looking up at your tear-stained face. Your fingers were still desperately gripping the wood as you gave him a pretty whimper, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “Feel full~”

“I bet you do pretty baby~” He cooed, both palms moving to cup your face as he leaned into you, pressed a smooch to your dampened forehead. “Gunna keep this pretty cunny full for Daddy cause I know he’ll love to see it.”

“You’re right he would~ “The sly words were followed by a laugh that could only belong to Kuroo. Bokuto looked up to find his boyfriend entering the office, suit jacket already shrugged off as he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. “Seems like you two were having a lot of fun while I had to work, so unfair~”

“Mmm, Daddy~” You spoke softly, your eyes still glassy as you looked to him, a blush covering your features as he smoothed a palm over your cheek, down your throat and over the sweater you wore which was now covered in a layer of sex sweat. “Hi, pretty Kitty~ let’s see this full cunny of yours.” He spoke as he leaned into Bokuto, his other hand curling around the back of his neck to teasingly brush against his pulse.

Bokuto had to chuckle, slowly easing his girl's trembling legs from his shoulders so he could spread them wide, despite your whining. You moved your hands to cover your blushing face as Kuroo groaned out loud, watching the way Bokuto slowly pulled his coated dick from your entrance. Whatever papers got caught underneath you got ruined by your shared filth, a pretty little bead of white rolling out of your clenching hole and down between your cheeks. Bokuto thought he was going to get hard again just from the sight.

“Beautiful~ “Kuroo breathed, lips close to Bokuto’s ear as he allowed his tongue to poke out, sneak across the man’s lobe. Bokuto shivered, a little growl rumbling into his chest before he felt the tremble of (Y/N)’s thighs, the way you peaked up at them with glassy eyes through your fingers.

“Did Papa fuck you too hard baba~? Need to take a break?” The change in Bokuto’s demeanour happened in seconds as you nodded to him, body quivering from the uncomfortable wood that was beneath you. Kuroo was quick to hum in agreement, gently easing you up so you sat up. You clung to him instantly, your blush getting darker as you mumbled a soft “daddy” leaning your head, so it fell into his shoulder.

Kuroo sighed softly, smoothing his large palm over the back of your head as he watched Bokuto tuck himself back into his slacks, brows raising in delight at the stain that remained there from earlier. “Did kitty do that all by herself?” Bokuto grinned, smoothing his fingers over the dry stain. “Yesss she did~ took what she needed like a big girl, you woulda loved to see it,” Bokuto spoke with a gentle snicker.

“Mm, I’ll make her do it to me later so I can see, isn’t that right sweetheart,” Kuroo spoke into your hair, and despite your whining at such a request your toes curled in excitement, fingers gripping at his shoulders a bit harder. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up yea? Wanna take a bath with me kitty?”

You nodded into his shoulder, your legs wrapping around Kuroo instinctively so he could haul you into his arms, his palm smoothing over your rear to cup it. You only lifted your face so you could look to Bokuto, held a slightly trembling palm out to him. “Come to Papa.”  

“I’ll be right there birdy,” Bokuto reassured a free and new cigarette lit and already tucked between his lips as he placed a quick slap to Kuroo’s ass, a laugh erupting from the black-haired male. “Gotta clean this mess you made all over my desk~” he spoke in a tease, gathering up the loose and crinkled papers with a larger smirk as blush bloomed over your cheeks.

“S-sorry...~” you managed to mumble before your face was dug into Kuroo’s neck again, having them both chuckling. “See you soon, Papa~” Kuroo teased to his lover as he made his way towards the bathroom, his palm gripping at your rear just a little tighter as he held you protectively, whispered sweet things into your hair that had you giggling.

Bokuto watched it fondly and made haste with the rest of his work. He had a feeling the three of you were just getting started for the evening.

[permafusion-stevonnie]

So this idea isn’t leaving my head. While I’m not going to get it started for now, since I want to concentrate on my current Stevonnie comic, ideas are still ticking away and I just really wanted to draw this cover for the idea.

Maybe I’ll get its own page started in time. I’ll let you know if I do. But even if I did, I wouldn’t expect regular updates to it, not while I’m working on Together Forever.

I want to quickly say something that I think some people may have gotten confused about when I was talking about the Fallout Universe before:

Crystal Gems are still called Crystal Gems, but their role is similar, but not the same as the Brotherhood of Steel. In that they are isolationists, who will try to protect humanity from dangerous gem technology, and corrupted gems. they aren’t bothered with human mutants, human problems, or human technology. But I feel that, ove time, Steven will help their character growth away from this and help them, at least, start opening up to the local comminuty and helping where they can.

Homeworld Authority is still called Homeworld, or The Authority, but take on a similar role to the Enclave. They view themselves as the rightful masters of earth and they’re automatically more superior to any other lifeform by birthright.

I have been thinking over what could have occurred to create this world, how’s this for a (work in progress) backstory: (ended up a lot longer than I thought it would, so I’m space saving by putting in this break)

The Gem colonisation of earth happened later than it did in canon. A couple of thousand years, maybe. Unlike the 6000 years ago in canon, it was perhaps 5000, or maybe 4000 years ago. Enough for a bigger human civilisation to take part in the gem war for earth.

Pink still gets her colony started, still changes her mind about it, and finally chooses to become Rose Quartz to lead the rebellion. I think the human zoo will still be made, because I like the idea of that being around to give a mash-up of the human zoo and the mother ship zeta dlc from Fallout 3.

What really diverges from the timeline is when the rebellion starts fighting back with larger groups of human allies. 4000 (or 5000) years ago we are talking some good military strategies, chariots, bows and arrows, cavalries and tactics, etc. Some research will be needed to really flesh out the lore.

Homeworld, facing a bigger threat than a hundred or so rebels, puts a little more effort into research and development of newer technologies to counteract the human strategies. Nothing develops technologies quite like war.

Rose and the others start capturing some technologies from Homeworld and start studying them to not only understand them, but even attempting to reverse engineer them. They obviously won’t be able to replicate the weapons in form, but hope to do so in function.

This is where Scribes would come in for the Crystal Gems are the replacement for the Brotherhood of Steel that I’ve talked about before. Some Gems and some clever humans, would dedicate themselves to trying to understand the newer Gem technology they’re starting to see.

With inventive people like Bismuth to build their own version of it.

The actual Gem Technology will be locked away in the temple- or whatever name I may give it- but the remake versions that the Crystal Gems turn out will be spread far and wide.

I’m just thinking off the top of my head, but it’d be like- if they tried to make their own version of the gem destabiliser, it would be like a giant tuning fork hooked up to something similar to a large Baghdad Battery (google it, it’s kinda cool) that they would carry in a backpack.

The war would carry on like that, with Homeworld making new tech to combat the threat, sooner or later the rebellion captures some, they make their own version of it, and Homeworld makes new tech to combat the threat.

This drain on resources does take its toll on Homeworld though, and their war against earth is perhaps much shorter, between 300 and 800 years, I haven’t decided yet.

Things do play out similar to canon though. Homeworld decides to abandon earth as a lost cause, implant the Cluster so they’ll get something out of the deal and the three Diamonds blast the earth with their powers as a final middle finger to the rebels.

Gems are destroyed, except for the original Crystal Gems, and Bismuth! Canon Bismuth made a lot of regular weapons and armour and the rebellion was still losing. She was driven to making the Breaking Point because she didn’t think they had a chance of winning any other way. In this new canon, however, because Bismuth was working on newer and newer weapons all the time, each one she was confident would help turn the tide of the war, she never had chance to work on the ultimate weapon of the Breaking Point. She may have designed it, or may have the idea kicking around the back of her mind, but never got around to building it. 

Rose does her thing of finding somewhere isolated to live in both peace and regret for the war. This is where the Crystal Gems become isolationists

With the Gems gone, humans are left to their own devices with all this more advanced technology than they should have in this point in history. Tech continues to develop with this head start.

Fast forward to the year 1929 and people are living lives as you’d see in the Fallout universe in the 2070′s. Nuclear fulled cars, robot assistants, laser rifles and power armour and all that other stuff.

The reason I chose 1929 is two-fold. The first Fallout game was set 84 years after the nuclear war, and 84 years after 1929 is the year 2013; the year Steven Universe first aired.

The failing of the world is the same reason the Fallout universe failed. Resources started to become scarce, wars started over what remained and the whole thing was escalated by a race that may have been too young to fully understand the forces they were really dealing with, having come a long way, but still too fast, thanks to the ancient interference.

Nuclear hellfire rained down and some people took their shelter in the vaults, while everyone else had to find ways to survive outside.

Rose and the Gems stick to their isolation as humanity all but wipes itself out. Rose is heartbroken to see the beautiful world that she fought so hard for, so easily destroyed. There can be a lot to explore there. Maybe Rose will leave the group, maybe she’ll just wander off and be alone a lot but still return to the temple eventually. I haven’t decided yet.

Perhaps all the gems will have some additional guilt, knowing that their old tech is what pushed humanity so far so fast.

Fast forward 70 years and Rose meets a travelling wastelander named Greg. They fall in love. I’m not going to go into a lot of detail here mostly because I haven’t really thought too much about it, but partly because I know I want it to be explored within the story itself to show how different from canon it would be. Not just the flashback elements from “Story for Steven,” and "We Need to Talk," with a Fallout flair. I want to work out some other nice adventures to bring them together.

Rose and Greg come back to Beach City with Rose expecting their baby.

Steven is born and the Gems immediately take custody, with the logic that their secure base is a better place for Steven to grow up than the harsh wasteland. Greg is allowed to visit as often as he likes, but not stay there. Nor is Steven allowed off the base. They want to protect the legacy of their leader, Rose.

I’m going to say that Steven starts showing hints of Gem powers around 10 years old. Nothing he can control. Perhaps his Gem glows when he’s really happy, if he falls down some steps his bubble forms but immediately pops so it’s just enough to save him from injury. Little things like that.

But this serves as a point where The Gems start “encouraging” Greg to visit less and leave the raising of Steven to them, as his upbringing has now become “Gem Business”

Steven may have snuck off the base once or twice to see the world beyond the base, but after this he’ll do it a lot more often to see his dad and the Beach City settlement.

I think Bismuth suspects he sneaks off but both can’t prove it, and doesn’t want to try and prove it, Garnet knows but says nothing, both of them are letting Steven have his fun, and Pearl has no idea he does it.

Amethyst is not part of the group in the beginning, she’s out as part of a raider gang somewhere. Thank you to theyarheeguy for giving me that idea, and many others, to work with.

A total of 84 years after the bombs dropped, Steven is now 12 years old, sneaking off the base for another visit to town, when he spots a pretty young girl dressed in a strange blue jumpsuit, emerging from a hidden trapdoor that was underneath the old Beach City water-tower.

Steven is 12 because I believe that’s how old he was when the show started. Based on the timeline, the passing of the seasons and so on, he has to have a 13th birthday that we don’t see on screen, before we do see his 14th birthday.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : Safe

Summary: What is it that they say about a woman in uniform?

Warning: Violence

Word Count: 2,481

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“Lieutenant Colonel Y/ln.”

Hearing your name, you stand up straight, the brown paper grocery bag in your hand clutched a little tighter as you do an about-face. 

The mystery man himself, Nick Fury, steps from the shadows of your apartment buildings hallway. Right off you can tell he wants something from you, if not for him just showing up, it’s written in the smirk on his lips.

“It’s been a while Lieutenant Colonel.”

Steam billows from the mug as it fills with coffee, and after dropping a spoonful of sugar in it, you carry the mug over to Fury. Then move to lean against the wall opposite his spot on the couch.

“I don’t think I’m the fit for your special team Nicholas.” 

After you had invited the man in, he’d informed you that he wants you to join the Avengers. His reasons somewhere along the lines of you having special skills and being able to relate to a number of the people on the team. 

You’d given it a little thought as you fixed him some coffee. 

Having just left active duty, you assumed you would have some down time until your next deployment. Not that you were going to be “relaxing” anyway, but still.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He sips from the mug and sets it on the table,“ you are more than fit. And I’m certain you’d appreciate the distraction.”

You lift your head, taking in his words. They hold deeper meaning and you know what he knows. He knows you go to group therapy with other Marine Corps members, both active and retired. He knows you struggle with dealing with what you’d seen out there. 

“I have an obligation to serve my country Nicholas. That would come before your special team.” You inform him while also avoiding that topic.

He nods,“ an obligation you won’t have to neglect. The second you’re assigned for deployment you can go, until then, you’re an Avenger.”

Just like that, one meeting with the man, and you were walking up the graveled path to the Avengers compound. Fury waiting for you beside the door.

The man smiles at you,“ everyone’s inside waiting to meet you. Follow me.”

Walking into the usual meeting room, Natasha pulls a chair out for her girlfriend. Wanda smiling up at her softly.

The woman takes a seat as well, looking to Steve,“ what’re we meeting for again?” 

Steve shrugs,“ Fury didn’t go into detail.” 

Everyone in the room waits patiently for the arrival of Fury, filling the time with light chatter until the door is pulled open and the man walks in.

Eyes widen at the form that enters behind him.

Natasha’s gaze subconsciously wanders down the uniformed woman. She takes in the way the pristine navy blue and red striped pants fit her legs and the form fitting coat adorned with medals. 

Trailing up her body only to be a little shocked when she meets the woman’s striking e/c eyes. 

The two hold eye contact until Fury speaks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Colonel Y/n Y/ln. Lieutenant these are the Avengers.” Fury gestures from the uniformed woman to the group surrounding the table.

All eyes follow you as you go around formally introducing yourself. Starting by shaking Steve Rogers hand as well as Bucky’s. Then saluting Rhodey and mentioning that it’s an honor to meet him.

When you reach her girlfriend, Natasha notices the seemingly nervous pause Wanda has, before rising and shaking your hand. She holds it a little longer, held titling to the side and Natasha knows her girlfriend is reading you.

Based off your expression, you know as well. And you let it happen. She let’s go before it becomes obvious to everyone else and with a nod you move to Natasha.

Up close the woman can’t help but appreciate how good the uniform looks on you. How the coat fits but still leaves much to imagine. 

“Natasha.” She introduces personally, shaking your hand.

Again you nod,“ it’s a pleasure.”

From there you shake Tony’s hand and Peter’s, who does so over excitedly. You then reassume your spot beside Fury.

“Lieutenant Y/ln will be joining your ranks until her next deployment. Simply lending a helping hand on missions.” Fury explains your presence.

Hands linked behind your back, you look at them all, adding,“ but only when need be. I’m not here to take anyone’s position, nor will I be overstepping.” 

Wanda’s little smile at your words isn’t missed by Natasha and she makes a mental note to ask about it later.

“In that case, let me give you the grand tour.” Tony cuts through the silence, walking over to you.

“Lead the way.” You gesture for him to walk first and follow after.

Fury leaves shortly after. In the silence, everyone non-verbally agrees to make you feel welcome unless you prove you should be treated otherwise. 

And it’s a decision that everyone is glad they make. Especially Natasha and Wanda. 

There had been an instant physical attraction toward you from the moment you walked in. That attraction grew the more they saw you and learned about you.

In the beginning the physical part led it. They would see you in the gym at the early hours in the morning, adorned in your uniform camouflage pants and a perfectly fit green t-shirt. Or in that same outfit as you ran with Steve around the compound.

It was clear that the team was growing fonder of you by the day. 

Rhodey had begun speaking with you about your served time and his only to find other common interests with you along the way. Both Steve and Bucky found your loyalty and dedication inspiration and took to that. 

Tony had grown closer to you over a conversation about his company’s departure from weapons manufacturing. You’d simply found it admirable and later became interested in what he was currently doing.

Obviously, impressionable Peter Parker was taken with everything you did. He worked out with you, asked about your service, and took a genuine interest in what you do daily in and out of the Marines. 

But Wanda and Natasha.

The two women learned about you at a slower rate than the rest of the team. For a number of reasons.

Wanda didn’t want to learn about you. Having had been so physically attracted to you the second she saw you, she made it a point to avoid you. She loves Natasha and didn’t want her seeming crush on you to get in the way of that.

Natasha mainly wasn’t sure if she should trust you. You’d come off to her as too perfect.

Personally, you thought the women didn’t take a liking to you. Which kind of sucked. Not only had they seemed like great women based off what you saw from their interactions with the team, but they were incredibly beautiful.

You knew they were together but that didn’t stop you from doing your best to be friendly toward them: speaking in passing or starting conversation when together. In the end you assumed they just didn’t want anything to do with you.

That all changed in the span of two nights.

Both being particularly hard nights for you. Where your PTSD had become too much. 

The first night, due to nightmares, you found yourself awake in the common room with a glass of straight vodka. And Natasha had found you. The far off look in your eyes was one she was familiar with and the pure human side of her carried her to you.

She’d simply sat with you. Her surprise set in when she felt your head resting on her shoulder. A conversation had barely begun between you two, one simply about nature as you both looked out the window, and you’d fallen asleep.

The second night you spent in another country.

Both yourself and Natasha, as well as Wanda, were sent on a mission in Egypt. You all settled in, ate, and went over the mission before heading to bed. 

Wanda couldn’t bring herself to sleep though. Since you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. 

Your thoughts were loud and she wasn’t trying to listen but she couldn’t ignore it. You’d sounded so scared and anxious. Both emotions she never would’ve associated with your strong and confident persona.

So there was no way she would leave you in that state by yourself. After knocking on your door, she’d offered to make you tea and the two of you sat together. When Wanda noticed that your thoughts hadn’t changed. She used your powers to calm your mind. 

As you fell asleep that night, head resting on her shoulder like you had Natasha the night before, you had no idea how hard your actions had made her fall for you.

People had always been scared of her powers and you just trusted her to use them to help you. Not a single hesitation in your eyes. 

What they didn’t know was how safe they’d made you feel in such a short time.

On your own, there was no way to get the nightmares to stop. You had always just distracted yourself when woken up by them. You’d read, watch nature, workout, and occasionally drink. But going back to sleep wasn’t a thing.

The fact that their presences were so comforting spoke to you.

It all came to a head the next day on the mission.

First having seen how good you looked in your desert camouflage uniform made their hearts flutter, something Natasha would only admit to Wanda. And then on the mission. 

Your group had been clearing the enemies base and were under heavy fire when you saw Wanda using her powers. It was clear the young woman was concentrated and so she hadn’t seen the people aiming their guns at her. 

Natasha had watched in slow motion as you ran to protect her girlfriend. Effectively taking a bullet for her as you ducked for cover and then throwing back a grenade they had thrown in the first place.

Shielding Wanda’s body from the blast sent you both crashing into the wall behind you. But you took the brunt force of it and had fallen unconscious.

Both women were beyond worried for you but had to focus on clearing the building. The second they did, they gave you their undivided attention. 

Working together, they got you back to the safe house and set out to clean your wounds. 

“Wan, remove her jacket and shirt I need to get a better look at the entry point.” Natasha instructed before going to grab a first aid kit.

It was a bit of a struggle to shred your unconscious body of your uniform but the second she did she froze.

Taking in the sight of your mostly bare torso. On both you sides sat tattoos. Tribal tattoos. Your sports bra covered the top of the tattoos that seem to start under your breasts, and stretch down below the hem of your pants.

“Staring isn’t po-” Natasha’s teasing falls short as she sees the cause of her girlfriend’s staring.

But she manages to pull herself together faster than the younger woman. Telling her to stare later because they have to help you.

After having successfully cleaned your wound, Natasha removed the bullet and thanked whatever higher power that no internal damage seemed to be done, and stitched you up.

The two showered and sat in the living room. It was clear they had a lot on their minds.

“I have feelings for her.” 

Natasha almost misses the whispered words from her girlfriend. Almost.

Sighing, she leans back into the couch.“ Me too.”

Wanda scoots closer and snuggles into Natasha’s side,“ so what do we do?”

“Tell her.” 

“Is that-”

“Tell me what?” Your groggy, slightly pained voice meets their ears and they look behind them to see you walking from your room, hand clutching your side.

You hadn’t put a shirt back on which served as a momentary distraction.

Smirking, you ease into the arm chair beside the couch,“ staring is rude.” You joke, effectively pulling them from their daze.

They see the question still in your eyes and look to each other. Should they tell you? How would you react?

“If you aren’t comfortable telling me it’s fine.” You assure, laying back with a a groan.

Wanda takes a deep breath and sits up,“ Y/n, Natasha and I know that this isn’t the most normal situation. And we know that things could always come up, especially with the chance of you being deployed-”

Natasha, seeing the confusion in your eyes, stops Wanda with a hand to her thigh,“ we have developed feelings for you.”

“We?” You’re quick to ask.

Both women couldn’t be saying they like you? Both? 

They nod.

You hum,“ what does that mean? How would it even-” you cut yourself off.

It’s silent as you all think. One solution seeming to circle all of your minds. It’s not unheard of, just unorthodox. 

“You become our partner.” Natasha finally speaks, looking at Wanda then you.

A hand raises to run through your disheveled hair,“ you mean, the three of us in a relationship.”

The smallest of smiles tugs at Wanda’s lips at the idea. Is it scary? Yes because nothing is written in stone and as she said anything could come up. But she’d still like to see where this goes.

You’re special and neither of them could deny that.

A number of thoughts run through the women’s minds when you stand and move to sit on the coffee table in front of them.

They watch cautiously as you hold your hands towards them and just as cautiously, they accept them. Instant warmth. Instant safety. All in a single touch.

“We all know this could end badly, correct?” You ask, knowing full well that it would most likely end badly for you before them.

Scooting to the edge of the couch, Wanda’s thumb strokes the back of your hand.“ We know.” She nods, confirming it with Natasha through a look.

“But we want to try.” Natasha adds, scooting closer as well.

A moment of nervous hesitation sets in. And shockingly to everyone, Wanda breaks it by moving forward to kiss you.

It’s simple, her lips pressing to yours as her free hand cups your cheek. But it’s still an incredible feeling. One you hadn’t felt in seemingly forever and one she finds similar to her first kiss with Natasha.

Said woman joking about missing all the fun and then kissing you as well. 

From there, the three of you spend an extended amount of time(after reporting back to the team) talking about what this relationship truly means. New fears linger, as to be expected, but it’s nothing compared to the anticipation and genuine trust you all have in this. 

* * * * * *

[blossom-hwa]

Kingdom |Prologue: Catching Fire|

And so we begin :) please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed!

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, fantasy, royalty!au

Triggers: death, semi-graphic depictions of blood

Word Count: 1.8k

A spark of betrayal lights the flame of a war. 

Tag list [ dm or send an ask to be added! ]: @itsapapisongo​ @dearseungie​ @chrisbahng​ @reverienostalgia​ @wingkkun​ @juyeo-on​

TBZ Masterlist | Kingdom

Changmin can’t breathe. He can’t see, can’t hear, can’t even think over the pounding of his own heart as he strains helplessly against the chains that bind his arms. They dig into the stinging cuts on his skin, iron burning the magic that seeps from his blood.

How could everything have come to this, just days before Juyeon’s coronation, the coronation that was supposed to bring his kingdom to peace?

He struggles in his bonds, chains that bind the remaining magic in his veins, erasing the humming thrum that usually bubbles below his skin. It leaves him cold, empty, helpless as he strains against harsh metal imbued with spells he knows but can’t break.

His magic is gone.

Gone.

And the simmer in his blood isn’t the only thing that’s gone silent.

Bom steps around his kneeling body, her footsteps the only sound in the still air. Changmin raises his head to meet her solemn eyes, gazing down at him with a stony pity flashing in the darkness.

Changmin never liked Bom, never got over the crawling of his skin whenever she brushed by a little too close. She always seemed too cold, too uptight, and several times, he wondered how she was even ordained as a mage. Even now as he stares, refusing to back down even when he knows he can’t escape, his mouth twists into an expression of the faintest disgust, disgust for her single-mindedness that has plagued him, the Board’s gray mage, for the past five years.

“Why?” he finally asks, voice hoarse with remnants of shouts, cries of surprise and betrayal as he tried to fend away the mage standing before him. “Why would you do this?”

She’s opening her mouth, probably about to give some pithy reply to make his blood boil, but the shrine door opens with a crash and a bang before she can start. Another mage walks out, ivory robes stained with red.

High Mage Jung Sungkyu of the Ivory Kingdom. Changmin’s former mentor and a father figure.

Covered in blood.

Changmin blinks once. Twice. 

The red doesn’t disappear.

So none of this is a hallucination, a nightmare he’ll soon wake up from.

Yes, this is the mage from whom he learned, the mage who bound him and his queen together in their promise, the mage whom he looked up to for so long. That kind, powerful mage is the same, the very same as the one walking toward him with bloodstained robes and an expression of pain on his face.

Blood stains.

Changmin doesn’t even want to think about what that means for those who didn’t manage to escape the shrine, for the guards who defended him, for the queen who told him to flee, the queen he left behind.

Oh, my queen…

A mask falls over Changmin’s features, and he stops struggling against the chains now cutting into his skin. His eyes bore into those of the mage walking forward, piercing holes into his skin until the man can’t even hold his gaze anymore and drops his head instead.

“You thought you could escape and warn your friends, didn’t you?” Bom asks, eyes impassive. Her lips curve slightly, coldly, blade-like under the crescent moon. Iron. “Don’t worry, young gray mage. We’ll pass on the message soon enough. We’re just not ready, not quite yet.”

We’re not ready.

We…

“We” doesn’t only include Bom and the high mage. This is something bigger.

We.

Changmin swallows, trying not to go dizzy from the realization. With every word that falls from his lips, he only becomes more certain that he’s right.

“You’re working with the princess.”

Pawns and kings, how can he warn Juyeon and his sister when he’s miles away, stuck in magic-binding chains, and, judging from the knife at Bom’s waist, about to die?

Stall. Stall, keep stalling. “How could you betray the orders like this?” he asks, desperation dripping from his lips. “You swore loyalty to the Board above all, not to your kingdom – why would you do this?”

“I believe the Board’s balance lies in supporting the ivory queen,” Bom says, a faint but manic glint of excitement entering her eyes. It makes Changmin’s skin crawl. “I am sworn to protect the balance, no? This is what I believe is best.”

“The princess is not the queen,” Changmin snaps, brain still running. How can he do anything without his magic? “She has no title other than that of a royal pawn.”

“Oh, she’ll be queen, soon enough.” Bom smiles, a curve of the lips that feels more like a knife blade than a grin.

What does that –

Oh.

Oh, no.

No.

His queen…

His queen must be dead.

Changmin’s head snaps upward, the gold insignia around his neck thumping painfully against his chest. Desperately, he looks at his old mentor.

He wouldn’t have killed his queen, would he? Might have subdued, might have knocked them out, but – he couldn’t have killed –

The mage refuses to meet his eyes.

Red clouds Changmin’s vision, mixes with the black of night and the cold light of the moon overhead. A scream builds in his chest that fights to leaves his lips as his head drops once more.

Lost in pain, barely able to breathe, he almost doesn’t feel the gold at his chest, the carved queen and king that always rest at the base of his throat. As he breathes, though, clearing his mind, the insignia dragging his neck to the ground catches his attention.

It’s charmed as it always has been, never to leave his side until death. The gold symbol, a queen and king standing next to each other on a miniature chessboard, is a gift passed down from one gray mage to another, one of only three keys that exist to unlock a kingdom’s crown jewels. It hasn’t left his neck since the day it was given to him by his predecessor when he was ordained at fifteen, one of the youngest to take on the mantle of gray mage.

They will take it when he dies. Undoubtedly they will – it holds magic, magic they will need for whatever it is they’re planning. At the very least, they wouldn’t leave such a powerful relic to be burned with his body.

So what are they planning?

“What do you plan to do, when your princess is a queen?” Changmin tries to make his voice sound as disbelieving as possible, hopes they can’t hear the shaking in his words. He’s rewarded with a twitch of Bom’s eye. “Surely you don’t think the ivory citizens will accept her, not when their current rulers are so loved?”

“That won’t matter.” Bom’s grin makes her look ghoulish under the moonlight. “Not when the entire Board is under our control.”

Changmin’s heart almost stops. Never, not once in the history of the Board, not even when the high orders had to intervene and send down the current laws of the land, has one kingdom attempted to completely take over the other. There have been revenge plots and assassination plans, even one notable attempt by the former ruby bloodline to murder the onyx royals, but nothing… nothing of this scale.

He needs to warn Juyeon.

“An ambitious plot,” he chokes out, all of his former nonchalance gone. The insignia quivers at his throat, a reminder of what will be lost if the ivory princess succeeds. “I suppose you’ll be going to the Onyx Kingdom next.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Bom dismisses him with a flick of her hand, ready to unsheathe her knife. “You’ll be dead then, anyway.”

But Changmin doesn’t hear her. He focuses on the knowledge that they’ll be going to the Onyx Kingdom, that they’ll probably take his insignia with them.

A plan springs into his mind, fully-formed and wholly impossible. Impossible because he needs magic, magic that’s been stolen from him by the chains that bind his wrists.

Wait.

He closes his eyes, blocks out the sound of Bom’s droning voice and the cold twinkling of stars overhead.

And focuses on the faintest thrumming of magic beneath his skin.

His magic isn’t gone. It’s subdued, yes, but it isn’t gone. There’s some left, simmering in his blood, and if he concentrates it, it will be just enough for…

A smirk threatens to form on Changmin’s lips as he strains, invisibly, against the chains. Magic coalesces under his control, forming a small but warm stream as it travels through his blood, coming to a stop at his chest, just beneath the insignia resting against his skin.

Find Juyeon.

“I see,” Changmin says blandly, not having heard a single word of what Bom just said. “Interesting.”

Find Juyeon.

An eyebrow raises. “Interesting, that I’m about to kill you?”

Changmin blinks. “Hasn’t it been obvious from the start?”

Find Juyeon.

The magic in his chest grows warmer, brighter, as Bom’s face twists into an embarrassed scowl. “Any last words, then?” she snaps.

The bland look stays on Changmin’s face, even though the bejeweled knife in Bom’s hands sends shivers up his spine. “No, not to you.”

Find Juyeon.

The insignia sears against his chest with heat. His skin must be burning – he can’t smell cooking flesh just yet, though it’s probably only a matter of time – but he grits his teeth and bears it. It means it’s working. 

It means it’s working.

Silver flashes down, the knife arcing towards his neck. Changmin shuts his eyes, prays, thinks those two words over and over again, find Juyeon –

“Wait.”

The blade stops at his word. He blinks his eyes open, looking up not at Bom, but at the High Mage who’s frozen to the spot. It’s one question, a question whose answer has only been implied, an answer that he needs to know. “Is my queen alive?”

Silence follows his question, which only confirms what he knew but dreaded. And even though it feels like his heart is tearing apart, even though tears are beginning to in his eyes for the second time tonight, Changmin musters the strength to use that brief silence to speak those two words once more.

Find Juyeon.

“I see,” he finally says, staring fully at the old mage. High Mage Jung, his former mentor, one of the most powerful high mages, looks smaller than Changmin has ever believed him to be – small, weak, helpless as he gazes helplessly at the ground, robes stained with blood. “Well, you may proceed.”

“It’s not a question of whether you’ll permit it,” Bom snarls, bringing his attention back to her. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Find Juyeon.

This time, as the insignia sears its mark into his flesh, Changmin allows a smirk to spread across his face. “I suppose that’s what you might like to think.”

Bom’s snarl only grows harsher in the moonlight, but unlike before, Changmin doesn’t feel fear at the ghoulish twist of her lips. Instead, he takes a last comfort in the harsh burn of the insignia resting against his skin as the knife comes slicing down.

My queen, I’ll see you again, soon.

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

Can I request something for tmt? a one shot tho nothing too long I just love tmt jisung he’s my ideal type 🤧😂

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Han Jisung

Genre: Sequel; Drabble

Warnings: Smut and Language

There were two Jisung’s in my book.

The sweet, adoring version of him that I loved who brought me flowers from the store, or who spent long hours staying up with me late into the night to talk about whatever happened to cross our minds.

Then, there was the Jisung who called himself J.One.

The rapper version of him who commanded the stage with an intoxicating charisma, who winked and rolled his eyes as he moved with Chan and Changbin, gesturing to the crowd and ad-libbing into the microphone in unexpected bursts of energy.

He was impossible to resist, but he was all mine. And I had never felt so lucky in my entire life. Despite our rough start, I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything in the world, and I had become a mainstay at his concerts.

Tonight’s performance ended with their new song, the one that was rapidly rising in the ranks on SoundCloud and garnering more YouTube videos than the average Among Us collaboration. I could tell that the crowd loved it, cheering and screaming even louder once the familiar bass dropped over the speakers. 

In these moments, it was easy to see why Jisung was so enamored with this world of underground music and late-night clubs and bars. 

“The one in the middle,” a girl yelled into my ear. “He’s really good!”

She was referring to Changbin and I forced myself to nod. “Yeah, he’s alright.”

As long as you don’t let him seduce you, I wanted to add, but perhaps it was better for the group’s image if I didn’t go into long-winded detail concerning Changbin’s exploits. Chan was no better, but at least he had the decency to feel bad and apologize. It made it easier to see him whenever I visited Jisung at their studio.

Changbin on the other hand? Well, he was still inclined to send me flirty looks and whisper rather inappropriate things that I doubt Jisung would want to hear. But that was an argument for another time.

Tonight was all about Jisung, and I could tell that the girl sitting next to me and her posh group of friends were shocked when Jisung and the rest of his group made their way over to me.

“Baby,” Jisung purred when he was close enough, sliding an arm around my waist before bringing me in for a passionate kiss.

It was enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and I pulled away to send a knowing look in the direction of the girls who were watching us with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “You were amazing!” I told Jisung, offering a friendly nod to Chan and Changbin who were already busy scoping out their exploits for the night.

“I feel amazing,” Jisung admitted, and then his mouth was next to my ear. “They gave me my own backstage room. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” I said, grinning because I knew that Jisung’s intentions extended far beyond merely asking me to admire his dressing room. 

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and waving off Chan and Changbin who weren’t even cognizant that their third wheel was leaving with his girlfriend. Hopefully, to screw her brains out because I desperately needed it.

“Your new song was really popular,” I remarked casually as Jisung weaved us in and out of the crowd.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “We spent weeks working on it. I think Chan was ready to call it quits at one point.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, feeling myself grow more excited as we disappeared behind the curtain partitioning off the rest of the grimy bar.

It was much less crowded in the back, and Jisung’s hand was already squeezing at my ass as he turned the knob on the door labeled with his name written in bright colors on a slab of wood.

But once we were inside, Jisung ensured that the door was locked before pressing me back against it, reclaiming my lips with desperation. “Slow down, baby,” I gasped between kisses, feeling my way down Jisung’s shirt to palm the tight bulge over his gold-colored pants.

They were skin tight on his lithe frame, and I knew that his erection was straining against the tight material. “Can I fuck you, baby?” Jisung asked, and I smiled the familiar shyness in his eyes, listening to him whimper as I continued to add more pressure against his cock.

“How can I say no to you?” I asked, loving that he was still inclined to act the part of the well-mannered boy who used to follow me around with discreet looks aimed in my direction.

“There’s a condom in my bag,” he said, reluctantly moving away to locate his stuff piled high against one of the chairs.

In the meantime, I wandered over to the stuffy gray couch tucked away in the corner, ignoring the smell as I hitched up my dress before bending over the back. “Sungie?”

“Yeah, ba-” he broke off with a stuttered moan, taking in the sight of me bent over for him just the way he liked. “Y/N,” he whispered, eliminating the space between us with three measured steps before his hands were tugging down my panties and squeezing the soft flesh of my ass. “So beautiful,” he said, and I shivered at the sound of him undoing his belt, pushing down his jeans to mid-thigh along with his boxers. 

“Are you ready?” I asked, reaching back to press two fingers into the gaping mess of my pussy, clenching and unclenching as I stretched myself out for him.

I was already wet just from hearing Jisung’s voice alone, admiring him dancing across the stage and, at one point, grinding against the floor.

Jisung groaned in reply to my question, ripping open the condom to tug it over himself. The motion was well-rehearsed at this point, even though he had fumbled the rubber a couple of times during the early part of our relationship. But we fit together like two essentials parts of a machine, and I almost knew his body as well as my own.

“I’ve got you,” Jisung said, pulling me out of my thoughts when he rubbed the tip of his cock against the entrance to my wet cunt.

“Please,” I practically begged him, and Jisung knew better than to tease me for longer than was necessary with our foreplay, and he was sliding home with a long, languid thrust of his hips that had me accommodating the size of his erection as my walls held to him tight. “You’ve got to give me more than that, Jisung!”

“More?” Jisung repeated, sounding a little more confident as he placed both hands on my hips. 

I nearly screamed when he started a frantic pace, fucking his cock in and out with perfectly timed thrust of his hips, rolling against my ass with every stroke. I could feel each drag of his erection, filling me so well, to the point where it felt like I could already burst from the friction rapidly building inside of me.

I clenched my hands tighter around the cushions in front of me, closing my eyes as my clit brushed against the rough texture of the couch with every penetration. He was stimulating every part of me, hitting my g-spot at the perfect angle, hitching one of my legs further up around his waist so that he could keep going, faster and faster until I started to grow light-headed from the pleasure.

“I’m close, Jisung,” I warned him, clenching down harder around him to ensure that he felt as much pleasure as I did.

His resounding moan was more than enough confirmation that Jisung was feeling every inch of me, and I could just imagine the look on his face: the concentrated scrunch of his nose and the thin bead of sweat that pooled atop his upper lip.

There was always something riveting about Jisung when he was fucking me, head tossed back and neck exposed. He always liked to watch the place where his cock was stuck inside, using his fingers to feel just how close were in those moments. Sometimes, he might stick his finger in alongside his erection, and that was enough to make me feel even fuller, like I could literally mold myself to him. 

The mental image alone was enough to stoke the flames licking at my loins, and I could feel my impending orgasm growing stronger by the minute, especially in conjunction with the loud squelching sounds of his cock hitting me between his rough grunts. 

It was dirty and obscene, and I tried not to think about the fact that anybody could walk by, including Chan and Changbin, and hear just how good Jisung was fucking me. 

But it was worth the risk, and there was nothing that could ever bring me closer to Jisung, practically feeling him touching my cervix with how deep he was reaching. Like he was determined to split me in half, using just his cock and fingers to completely break me down. 

I moaned at the thought, eyes rolling back into my head when Jisung suddenly wrenched back and slammed forward with a powerful thrust, forcing my back to arch even further as he gripped tighter to my ass. In response, I reached back behind me to catch Jisung’s hand, digging my nails into his palm as I suddenly erupted around him. Experiencing wave after wave of unmitigated desire as he fulfilled my deepest urges, grinding his cock against my ass as he moaned and whined in response. 

He rode me through my high carefully, sliding his cock gingerly between my pulsating walls, still chasing his own pleasure while remaining mindful of my oversensitivity. But I wanted to feel him cum more than anything, and I told him as much with an exaggerated moan that sent his hips stuttering twice against mine before I felt his release. Something warm and sticky, even though it was hard to appreciate the sensation with a thin layer of latex keeping him from leaking.

Still, I winced when Jisung pulled out, tossing the used condom into the trash as I reached back down for my panties to pull them back into place before falling onto the couch with a sigh. “Fuck,” Jisung cursed, using shaky hands to readjust himself, stuffing his spent cock back into his boxers and jeans. 

“Come here,” I said, holding out my arms and inviting him closer into my embrace, nuzzling at the thin layer of sweat building at the base of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne.

“So good for me,” Jisung said, turning around so that our noses brushed. “Did you like it?”

I smiled, wondering if there would ever come a day when Jisung didn’t question just how amazing he made me feel. “I always love it,” I told him sincerely, reaching out to push a wayward strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in close to whisper a kiss against the pucker of his addictive lips.

[messwriting]

Summary: Unable to resist your boyfriend literally just minding his own business, you drop to your knees to show him your appreciation.

World Count: little over 1.5k. I just am that hot for Iwa, honestly. 

Warnings: Do not read if under 18. Smut. Porn Without Plot. Blowjob.  This is literally just you blowing Hajime on the couch because he is that hot. And yes, you swallow -- it’s Hajime, what did u think smh (i do refer to him by his first name mostly, yk, we’re that close lmao).

N/A: This is based of a drabble I did for another fandom and another blog, but I wanted to refine and make something better for my baby Iwa-chan. Also, super self-indulgent because I’d do this every day for Iwaizumi Hajime (26) Athletic Trainer of Japan’s VB Team. [No talk just straight up c*ck worship smh. Tsukki stop glaring at me!!]

You never imagined that such a dirty act could bring you so much satisfaction, but there was something different about getting Iwaizumi to lose all shyness, his aggressive demeanor mingling into appraisal, while small curses and countless noises -- each more precious than the other -- rolled from the depths of his throat, only to die muffled by the grip of his jaw or his fist. 

You'd never done this to any of your previous boyfriends, so the first time you tried with Iwaizumi, on a little Sunday afternoon when you'd given up cuddling in prol of a very heavy makeout session, it was a great revelation that it could, in fact, provide you an incredulous amount of pleasure, even though he was the one being pampered. There was just something about having Hajime at your mercy, even if he was in control, that made you wet your panties despite going completely unattended. And he knew.

The wonderful roar of a growl coming from the back of your boyfriend's throat made you turn your attention back to the present and to what you were doing, carefully raising the pressure at the base of Hajime’s cock, making him let go of the air he was holding. The take out was waiting on the table and your bag was left on the ground, abandoned since you got home from class and decided that Iwaizumi looked too fucking good -- and everything else could wait.

You settle into the couch, knees spreading out without you really intending, as Iwaizumi withdraws his hand from your back to caress your neck, without pressing harder than the necessary to make you feel the weight of his palm there; his other hand spreading out the armside of the sofa, in the absence of another place for him to hold. The simple image of your ass in the air, your skirt falling over your back to give him the sight of your beautiful black thong under a matching pantyhose, and the way your ass stretched the pantyhose made Hajime’s squeeze his eyes shut in a deep struggle to simply not force your head down all the way on his length -- the simple imagination of his cock reaching the back of your throat enough to elicit a moan, the point of his ears turning red with the embarrassment of being this vocal. 

Hajime didn’t even look at the matching black lace bra you wore for more than a few seconds -- just enough time to register the way your breasts were hugged tightly by the undergarment escaping through the open buttons of your blouse, but the image still seemed to be engraved inside of his eyelids. 

You noticed the way your beautiful boyfriend looked exasperated and then brought your tongue over the head of his cock, surrounding the most sensitive part before sucking it back into your hot mouth. The hoarse sound that came out of Iwaizumi’s mouth only made the whole situation more delightful, and you definitely could see why you had felt so keen to drop to your knees so fast, just to have him in this state again, to the point that you had straddled him on your couch maybe minutes after crossing the threshold. 

Perhaps the fact that Hajime always seemed so unfazed, calmly listening to some game on TV while reading over new scientific reviews, so in control during every other thing had made the feeling of him at your mercy even more tempting. Or maybe you were just that fucking hot for your boyfriend, that the domestic image of him sitting and concentrated made you want to jump his bones. Either way, that was what had brought you to the position you were now, slowly tracing your tongue across Hajime’s cock until finally returning to it’s pulsating red head and sliding it between your tightened lips, increasing the friction and then sliding your tongue in circles as you descended across the length of his cock, quietly testing bringing him to the bottom of your throat. It took more than one tentative, but you were more than happy to oblige with sucking and licking the underside of his hardness, tracing the noticeable vein there all the way that you could effectively reach.

You bobbed on his cock few times, taking him inch by inch more deep against your throat, slowly winning over your gag reflex, until you finally were able to push past it, bringing him deep into your throat. Then, you made a small attempt to swallow around his thick girth and the moan that came from your boyfriend's lips was more than worth it to test your limits again. 

You returned to suck at his head in small licks, breathing profundly through your nose and then went down, taking it to the back of your throat again, repeatedly, this time more accustomed to the feeling of his big cock pushing there.

Iwaizumi grunted again, the noise he makes when he’s holding his moans inside his throat, his thighs trembling slightly and you loved what you could do with him with just your mouth -- high on the elation of giving him pleasure. You repeated the movement a few times, trying your best to swallow around him, testing his control, until finally removing your mouth from his dick (not without depositing a small kiss on his head), letting your hands jerk him off, so you could steal a small glance at his expression -- and what you saw almost made you straddle him and ride him until next week. 

Your breath came out sounding much like a whine and you dropped your head again, quickly returning your mouth to his length, fervor renovated in the way you sucked his cock, tasted the pre on your tongue when swirling it around him, stayed past your limit with him lodged deep inside your throat, eyes prickling with tears that you blinked away in glossed eyes. It was just so good. The weight of him, his taste, the pulsation of it against your tongue, his hands on your body, the feeling of his hard tights under your hands, the noises out of his mouth -- fuck, you could pass out from lack of oxygen with him that deep in your throat and you’d still be elated.

Iwaizumi pressed his hand on your head with more force than usual and a grunted of “fuck! fuck, close, i’m close”, pulling on your hair few times as a hint and then leaving it all together to go grab at the back of the couch. You clenched around nothing, wetness seeping into your panties in a gush and you groaned around his hardness, bringing your hands to aid your movements, increasing the pressure and quickness of your motions, your mouth enclosing around the dark red pulsating head, tongue lapping incessantly around his sweet spots.

Unable to resist, you slowed down for a second, tongue just licking at his head so that you could crane your neck back enough to look at him again, so fucking aroused by what you saw that you closed your legs together in prol of any crumb of friction -- and the feeling of your wet, pulsating pussy against the slightly more cold inside of your tights almost made you moan. 

Hajime had this tortured expression, full of pleasure, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed together, cheekbones tinged red, while sweat began to form on his forehead, his hands tightening on everything they could hold that was not you so as not to abuse of his force (though you’d love a mark or two) and then he opened his eyes -- glossed, overstruck in awe and burning, all at the same time.

You simply had to suck him back with all you had, mouth moving up and down with renewed force and abused dexterity, your hands going to the base of his cock to apply pressure while massaging what you couldn’t put inside your mouth, one hand moving with your head while the other found his balls, the extra saliva making it easy to fondle them. 

Hajime's hand flew back to your hair, fingers tangling with the locks, the pressure hard and warm while he softly tried to pull you back. You tried your best in signaling no with your head, preparing yourself for what was coming and refusing to be pulled out by him. You did this -- this was your reward. Hajime growled a loud “fuck!” and trembled slightly, white ropes of while flowing on your awaiting tongue, receiving everything he had to give you while your hands tried to prolong his pleasure with small strokes. 

Hajime’s eyes were half opened, staring at you with awe and fervor though his long lashes. It made you flustered, the way this amazing man looked at your completely disheveled state as if you were worthy of worship. You swallowed his essence and licked your lips under his stare and Hajime whimpered, the most amazing soft noise out of this huge man's mouth and you felt like you could soar the skies by the power of that alone. 

His strong arms came to embrace you, pulling you to his lap and he kissed your temple, nose caressing the side of your face all the way to your jaw.

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” Iwaizumi grunted against your skin, sounding genuinely lost, and you giggled.

“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.”

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Hello! I hope you're doing okay over there. Are your requests open? If so, could you do a Din x reader with the reader sketching him (the child and their special moments together) when she thinks he isn't looking, but one day he finds the sketchbook? If they're closed just ignore the request but hold on tight to the wishes of good furtune and health ♥ Stay safe!

I’m hanging in there sweet anon and I hope you’re doing okay too (okay but this is so cute omg).

Warnings: It’s really just two dorks and good ole fluff. Some of this is unedited as well

*Reminder that the forum for my taglist is still up and pinned!

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If he would turn slightly to the left, you’d be able to get the perfect angle you need to finish the sketch. 

The helmet reflects the glare of the stars, illuminating a bright shine around the top of the beskar and stinging your eyes just a little when you look up at it. You can’t help but do it anyway. The Child is asleep, a day of actually getting to use those little feet of his wore him out - you love the little one, but you and Din have exhausted yourselves keeping up with finding him his home and protecting him at the same time; this peace and quiet right now is highly overdue.

The pencil glides easily against the paper, connecting every line to another, creating another favorite of yours; the perfect piece of art that’s sitting in front of you, unaware of the stacks of sketches that you’ve drawn silently in the whatever corner you can lurk in. To be honest, with as attentive as he is, you’re surprised he hasn’t caught on to you yet. 

You’re so lost in finishing the shades that you don’t notice the Mandalorian turning slightly towards you in his seat. He watches your brows furrow in deep concentration, the light scratching in the air a comfort to him since the months of hearing it. He’s never actually seen any of your drawings, however, and he knows that one day the curiosity will get the better of him and he’ll ask... eventually. 

Truth is he’s not all the sure on why he hasn’t asked you yet, despite the growing and gnawing interest with teeth that grows sharper and longer as more time goes on. And it’s not like you’ve ever brought it up, either. It’s been this unspoken thing between the two of you - a dance that’s familiar in any language; of scared love and child-like curiosity that seeps into something deeper.

That’s exactly what he’s afraid of. 

It’s in this moment of sensing a pair of eyes on you - the pair of eyes you can’t see, but imagine they must be green, or brown more than anything. For a moment, you’re almost afraid to find out.

With a small intake of air you will your head to tilt up. The visor spins away so quick that it’s almost comical, and you bite your lip to suppress the giggle bubbling in your chest. 

“Din,” you call his name teasingly. “Is there something you wanted?”

It’s almost too hard to hide the laughter when his helmet jolts towards you, like he’s surprised that you called him out on it. 

“I -” You think you hear a gulp through the statics of the vocoder. “- I was... I was just wondering what you were drawing. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sincerity of his apology, and the fact that he was watching you, which has you wondering if this is a reoccurrence you’ve been blind to this entire time.

“It doesn’t,” you voice croaks. “It’s-it’s nothing really. Just the ship, whatever I see throughout the day.” You sit up, still clutching the book to your chest. “I’m going to check on the kid. Call for me if you need anything.”

When the hell did the air get so thick like this? You feel bad, so bad, and a part of you wants to desperately show him this simple thing that he just wants to look at, but... but he’ll know. One look and he’ll know.

“Okay,” the modulator cracks - you wonder what it’s masking right now, what you can’t hear through the robotic statics. “You can rest too while you’re at it. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”

You nod and awkwardly wave your departure, climbing down on wobbly legs to the hull and the cot the Child is asleep on; you’re relieved to see that he’s still bundled in his blanket, a peaceful expression gracing his features. 

It’s here you feel the fatigue settling on your shoulders. The dull beating You sigh and settle inside the small space, careful of your weight and making yourself as comfortable as you can get. With the book and pencil still in hand, you decide to finish the little details of his belt. 

***

Mando sighs as thoughts of you plague his mind once more. 

That, and the fact that he needs to sleep at least an hour before the landing at the next destination. 

He keens his ears for any sings of movements down in the hull, but when he hears nothing he climbs down to ladder in quiet, graceful strokes. 

The dim light does absolute injustice to your features in his opinion. It’s the first thing he notices, not the Child is gurgling over your open sketchbook that’s sprawled out on your lap as you sleep. 

“Kriff,” he curses under his breath and rushes as quietly as he can towards the bunk. He tries to keep his eyes averted of the drawings, but he can’t help it, especially when the Child pouts and slaps against the page when his hand clasps around it. 

It’s... well, it’s him. He’s leaning against the wall of what he can tell is the Razor Crest based off the small details you made sure to put in - he really admires that. Down at his feet is the little one, grinning up at him. Beneath the helmet that’s shielded him from the rest of the world for almost all his life, he smiles back; orange caresses the rough paper, imagining that he can actually feel it through the lead and gloves. 

The next page is of a planet he cannot name off the top of his head, but he can’t shake the feeling that it’s of home. 

Each page is filled with memories; past and present etched and filled with the kind of skill and warmth that can never be replaced; promises of mystery tied in like a piece of string. Most of them towards the end are of him and the Child. Small moments, mostly, like when he fell asleep with the kid secured to his armored-less chest, and moments when it’s him, sitting in the pilot’s seat or his cape flowing behind him as he walks away to a new bounty or clue to the Child’s powers.

He recognizes them with a deep fondness that makes his head swirl with all types of emotions. Din knows what they mean, but it’s the fear. Yet each drawing - he’s on the one from hours ago - scolds each inch of doubt within him, and in this he finds a type of bravery he’s hasn’t faced much before; it makes it more terrifying to him. 

“I like to draw what makes me happy.”

Your voice startles him from his thoughts. He’s never frozen up like this before - at least long ago - but now it feels like your stare alone is the only thing keeping him grounded to this spot. The doe like expression on your face the guilt that started to creep within his chest dissipates. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, because he still feels that he needs to apologize. “The kid had it and I... he likes the one where he found that flower.”

You smile widely at that, looking down at the child in question as you sit up. Din silently watches you climb out from the bunk and takes a few steps back to let you lean against the cold interior. 

“That’s one of my favorites, too,” you say; proudly, Din thinks. “And the one where you fell asleep in the pilot’s chair... you were so tired that day and I kept trying to get you to rest and let me take over, but you can be so stubborn sometimes, you know that?”

His chuckle radiates the room, and fuck it, it could radiate the entire galaxy. Yours join in with ease, but it quickly dies down, though not awkwardly or uncomfortably; it feels natural among the countless other laughs you’ve shared over the years. 

“I um - “ you clear your throat nervously, battling with the endless fluttering of butterflies in your stomach and the shakiness in your voice. “- I guess this is a good time to say that I really like you, Din. And I’ve been drawing these sketches of as many of these moments as I can because they’re so precious to me.” You take a deep breath. “Just like the Child is. Just like you are.”

You finish with a light scoff. It’s quiet, you have to pee, and you hope to the Maker above that this isn’t how your journey with Din ends; you should really open your eyes and at least do something if he’s just going to keep standing there. 

“I like you, too.” 

Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when those words reach your ears. It feels like your heart just stopped beating, your body frozen, and your thoughts bouncing wildly around like a blaster; that crackled laugh (that you know somehow is soft) brings you back to your body, back to the man standing closer to you know and slowly reaching his hand out. 

You glance at it before tracing your eyes over the worn out boots that’s seen better days, the scratched and scraped armor that you have shared more than enough time cleaning and polishing, the signet that the Mandalorian never fails to honor proudly, even in his own quiet ways; and now the helmet, the t-shaped visor that shields him.  

In this you find no fear. The weight of his hand in yours settles you and the soft link of his pinky with yours brings a stinging to your eyes. 

“I can’t do this alone,” he says. “And I want this to work. The Creed -”

“I know,” you interject quietly. “It’s not always going to be easy. But we got this, just like always, don’t we?”

“At least one of us has to.” 

His heart warms when the loudest snort he’s ever heard you make jolts the Child from his sleep, blinking those big eyes wearily as your muffled laugher continues against your fingers. “You should get some sleep now,” you tell him. “I got this one.”

It feels very natural to lean down and pick the Child up and smile at Din with assurance; he feels the air in his lungs draw out of him until he literally starts to feel breathless, and his lips stretch in a smile - it’s small and shy; hopeful. 

After he makes sure that the hull is closed off and lays his helmet by the plates of his armor (one of the rare times he actually can), settling onto the unforgiving but familiar cot, he imagines you’ll make a fuss about the scar on his nose with a pencil and book in your hands. 

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[jadoue1999]

Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 9

Summary:  This chapter is about Monica and why she wants to help Wanda so much. It also follows the post credit scene of episode 7 and a little of the finale.

Previous part: chapter 1,  chapter 2 , chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, epilogue

Chapter 9: Rambeau

Ever since her talk with Wanda, Monica was even more determined to help the woman. She had had her own painful experience after finding out her mother had lived two more years, only for her cancer to come back. It had taken her multiple days to really accept that she could have had more time with her, had the blip not happened. Also, adjusting to a universe that was five years ahead of her had been a challenge. Everything was different, not only culturally or technologically, but even in spots she had thought untouchable. Her favorite shop her and her mom used to go to escape the everyday stress of life was now gone. The owners were blipped, they had come back to find an empty lot that once contained their whole life. Monica, not one to dwell too much, decided that it would be better to move. Her apartment only served as a reminder that her mother truly was gone. Maria had probably wandered the same walls trying to convince herself that her daughter would come back only to succumb without finding out she was right all along. So, she had changed town, one closer to S.W.O.R.D. headquarters, that way, she could concentrate on more assignments. She had tried going to therapy, the world had offered counseling for those who came back. Monica had found it unfortunate that no one seemed to consider that some needed more than just talking out their feelings. As much as she understood why they limited their service to this, the entire world was grieving after all, she just wished there were more options.

She had instead focused on getting herself back together and forming a new world for herself. She had tried socializing, but every conversation eventually ended up talking about lost opportunities and the grief people or their loved one had endured. She bought books of the latest invention and discovery, trying to understand the world who moved on without her. She had eventually settled her finances with the bank, her position at S.W.O.R.D. gave her priority over the everyday citizens. She was part of the lucky ones, her mother’s hope had kept her from claiming her life insurance, which made things a lot easier since she didn’t have to restart her life with a debt. While she wasn’t at peace with what happened to her mother, she decided to come back to her work. She couldn’t take the days alone, being assaulted by advertisements about fake opportunities offered by scam artists looking to make quick money on the web.

So, after three weeks of trying to adjust in a grieving world, she was back at S.W.O.R.D. headquarters. She was then assigned to the Westview anomaly which opened a whole new world of weird. Being mind controlled by Wanda had been one of the strangest things she had ever experienced. She was expected to hate her once she had been pulled out; but she couldn’t bring herself to. The avenger wasn’t doing this out of hate, but out of grief. She had felt her pain, one that was so similar to her own. The whole experience only made her more certain of her future: she had to help Wanda Maximoff.

...

That’s why even after being clearly shown that Wanda didn’t want her help, she decided to stick around. Agnes was definitely suspicious; she knew Wanda was grieving and seemed to want to keep it that way. Luckily, Wanda’s brother had intervened. That was another thing, who was he? He wasn’t on the resident board and he definitely wasn’t the real Pietro; she had seen the footage of Ultron. They didn’t even look similar. Yet Wanda seemed determined to keep him at her side and he seemed convinced that they truly were twins. She felt for the man, the mind control of the town definitely wasn’t a pleasant experience.

There were whispers of newcomers on the base the same day she, Jimmy and Darcy had been kicked out. She didn’t have time to learn much, but Hayward didn’t like them. Then again, he didn’t like most people that wasn’t directly on his team or that obeyed him without questions. Still, their arrival had ruffled some feathers, the identification process was made even more of a priority. She guessed that they were part of the many agencies that dealt with insurance and were trying to prepare for the storm of paperwork coming after the Hex would be brought down. As far as she knew, the counseling offered only covered the effect of the blip, not the after effect of being mind controlled by a grieving avenger.

After being pushed away, Monica wasn’t sure where to go. She walked around aimlessly; last time she was in town it was the 70s. Now, the advertisements were different, and everyone were dressed in the 2010s. She had to admit how impressive it was that Wanda was able to rewrite reality like that. She saw Herb, or John Collins, according to the citizen chart. He was watering his backyard and taking care of his garden, something he’d been a fan of even when she was part of the town. She didn’t see many other of the ‘main cast’, but she did see a few couples. Still no children, like Vision had pointed out on the last episode she saw on the base. The Halloween one didn’t count since she missed most of it trying to hide on her own base. After about half an hour, she decided that Wanda had probably calmed down. She had to talk to her again, she had begun to form a connection, she knew she could make Wanda see reason. She walked over to her house, but soon realized that nobody was there. Instead of going after her, she decided to investigate Agnes’ house. She looked through the windows, but not much was happening. The TV was on, but no one was watching it. She went in the back, perhaps she could find clues there. After watching through the windows and still not finding anything, she spotted a cellar.

She walked over and examined the door before opening it. She found what looked like vines that escalated the walls. She could see them glowing a deep purple, probably had something to do with her newfound powers. They seemed to give her the ability to see energy field that surrounded her. She was about to step inside when she felt a sudden gush of air.

“Snoopers gonna snoop,” came a voice next to her.

She gasped as she took in the person. It was the man who was cast at Pietro, only, he seemed off. Like he was doing something he didn’t want to. Before she could ask him anything, he grabbed her arm and the back of her neck. In a blur, they were in the house. Nausea suddenly hit, she grabbed onto a nearby table to stabilize herself.

“Give it a few minutes, it’ll pass,” reassured the man. “Happens with everyone.”

“W-who are you?” She asked once her head had stopped spinning.

“I’m Pietro, I thought you knew that?” She stared at him; something was strange about him. He seemed so kind, why would he help Agnes?

“That’s not what I mean,” she started. “It might be hard, but the mind control usually let you access a few memories of your true identity. You just need to concentrate.”

The man looked at her with a confused look. Seeing that she wasn’t getting anywhere, she tried running out of the room, but he stopped her only a few steps away from the window. He put a hand in front of him, with one finger, she was catapulted back onto the couch. The force of the impact knocked the breath out of her.

The man looked at Monica, “I’m sorry, I can’t let you out of here. T-the witch, whatever she is, she has my nephews. I have to keep you here or they get hurt.”

She smiled at his comment, relieved he wasn’t just another villain. “You truly care about them, don’t you?”

The man turned to look outside the empty street before answering, “of course, they’re family.”

“You truly can’t remember?” Monica looked at Pietro, who once again looked confused at her questions. “Nothing here is real, Wanda is giving everyone fake identity, giving them roles to fill. You’re no different.”

“What? Of course not, Wanda’s not like that.”

“Please, think about your life before Westview. Pietro Maximoff died; how can you be here if you were killed?”

“I-I,” He stammered. His confusion was a good sign, he was starting to wake up. He looked at her once again. “Look, I know my sister, she wouldn’t-“

Suddenly, his necklace glowed a scarlet red and his eyes glazed over. He looked disoriented for a second before shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t let you out, my family’s lives are on the line.”

Monica didn’t react to what he said, she was all too focused on the necklace. What was it? It seemed to be controlling him, but what could the jewelry piece do that the Hex couldn’t?

She reached for it but stopped as the man backed off. Realizing how rude she was being, she cleared her throat, “may I?” Hesitantly, the man nodded yes. As she was about to touch it, it glowed red and sent a burning sensation through her hand. She gasped and put her hand in a fist, “I’m sorry, I can’t remove it. Do you remember when you got it?”

He seemed lost in thoughts for a moment before shaking his head, “I’ve just always had it.”

Monica had more questions but screams in the street made them both turn towards the window. Agnes was somehow floating in the air, holding both of the boys with a magical rope. She saw Pietro disappear, only to reappear a second later.

“I can’t get out, there’s a sort of barrier keeping me from leaving.”

She quickly got down the stairs, she was surprised he let her go, considering that his nephews’ life was on the line. She supposed the real threat compared to possible one was a good enough reason. She opened the front door, only to come crashing into a purple barrier. She put her hands on it, it felt strange, it was like... an energy field. She knew she could get rid of it, but she didn’t know how.

“So,” said Pietro, appearing beside her, “how to we get out? Considering we can’t even see the barrier.”

She pushed against it once again, the magic bending to the force but not letting them pass. “I can see it, but I don’t know how to break it.”

They both contemplated their options, but they couldn’t think of many. That is, until Pietro spoke up. “What... what if you synced your powers with the frequency of the barrier?” His eyes seemed slightly foggy, like he was remembering something from long ago. “You keep your hands there, and you concentrate as much as you can. You can match the strength, and slowly increase it until it becomes too much, and it breaks.”

She did as he told her, feeling her way through. Her fingers began to slightly vibrate, increasingly speeding up as her fingertips began to glow blue. After a few seconds, the barrier shattered, and they were free to go. She turned to the man, both surprised and excited that it had worked. “How did you know that would work?”

The man shrugged, “I think I did it once... on glass? Not sure but I definitely remember using this technique.”

She nodded and they ran to Wanda, Agnes, and the twins. The final battle was ready to begin.

...

Notes:  So, we are close to the end! I promise that we will be back to Wanda's point of view after this one, I simply thought more context on Monica couldn't hurt. Also, she doesn't remove the necklace, I figured that if someone had to remove it, in the context of my story at least, it has to be Wanda. Props to those who understood the days of future past reference! Thanks for reading, reviews are appreciated!

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 22

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2411

Warnings:  Pregnancy, smut (MF, Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 22: The Baby Shower

I decided that I wanted to dress up for the baby shower - all of our friends were coming tonight as there were no major missions and I couldn’t remember the last time that had ever happened.  I wasn’t sure if it had ever happened.  Normally at least one person was missing, usually, it was more.  This time because it was just a couple of hours on the weekend, it would be all of them.  Clarke and Jax, Sam’s siblings and their kids, Phil, May, and the rest of the SHIELD team, Fury and Hill, Rhodey and Happy, Vision, Carol, Scott, Hope, and Cassie, were all coming.  T’Challa was even coming from Wakanda and Loki, Angela, Sif, and the Warriors Three were all coming down from Asgard.

After my shower, I called Clint up and so I could ask him to do my hair, and while I waited for him I fixed my makeup.  He arrived just as I was doing the finishing touches on my lips and I was sitting at the vanity in my bra and panties.

“Didn’t you already get laid today?” Clint asked, coming over to me.

“Yes,” I answered.  He leaned down and ran his hands over my stomach as he kissed my neck.  “I didn’t ask you up here for that.”

“Aww, man,” he whined, though he didn’t pull back.  His hands continued on their journey down and caressed over my hips and up the insides of my thighs as he sucked softly on my throat.  I broke out in goosebumps and shivered a little, instantly responding to his advances.  “But you look so sexy and inviting.”

“I was going to ask you to do my hair,” I said.  “The party is soon.”

“We can do both,” Clint reasoned.  “I can be super quick, and you come so easy when you’re pregnant.”

I snorted.  “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Clint tilted my head back and looked down into my eyes.  “It was meant as one,” he said and brought his lips to mine.

That was all it took.  There was no fighting it.  I wanted this as much as he did.  He slowly palmed my cunt as we kissed and I moaned softly as my pussy flooded.  I hummed as my panties started to soak up the fluids that were dripping from me and his hand slipped under the elastic and his fingers stroked up my folds.

A warm buzz spread out through me as he started running his finger in circles over my clit.  He countered the pleasant sensation in my cunt by squeezing and massaging my breast with his other hand.  I moaned into his lip and reached back, cradling his jaw, keeping him in place.

I felt warm and soft and fuzzy on the edges as Clint fingered me.  He pulled back with a gasp and took his hand away and patted my thighs.  “Get up,” he said.

I stood and he pushed me forward and pulled my panties down to my knees.   I groaned and braced my hands on the vanity, watching Clint’s reflection in the mirror.  He smirked at me, his blue eyes glittering, and unfastened his pants.  He pulled out his cock and pumped it a few times, resting his other hand on my ass.  “Ready for it, princess?”

“Yes, Clint,” I hummed.  “Give me that dick.”

He chuckled and lined himself up and thrust hard in.  I had to brace myself on the vanity to stop myself from falling forward.

“Fuck, look at you,” Clint hummed, kissing my shoulder and running his hands up my spine.

“What?  You’re the hot one,” I argued.  “All muscles and nice arms.  I’m a beached whale.”

“Guess I have a thing for whales then,” Clint teased.  “‘Cause I think you’re hot.”

“Clint!” I squawked, but my protests were soon cut short as Clint started to thrust.  I kept my eyes on him, watching his face set in concentration as he fucked me.  He looked so good, his muscles tensed, and his jaw set.  He had one hand braced on my shoulder and I could see the tendons and veins standing out as he held me in place.  “Oh, fuck, Clint…” I moaned loudly.

“That’s it, princess,” Clint hummed.  “You see it yet?”

I nodded my head because I did.  Not so much that I found myself attractive now that I was pregnant with my third child, but I could see why he did.  I saw the same thing when I looked at Natasha and Wanda.  I could see it in the way he looked at me now.

He leaned forward, pressing against me.  “Say it, princess.  I wanna hear it.”

“I see it, Clint,” I moaned.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and began to rub my clit.  My legs started to tremble and my hands gripped fruitlessly at the smooth countertop.  “Fuck… fuck, Clint!” I cried out and my orgasm hit, shuddering through me and making my cunt spasm and clench around Clint’s cock.

He groaned and picked up his pace, holding me in place as he fucked me.  “Such a pretty orgasm face,” he growled as his hips pistoned in and out.  I pulsed my cunt around his cock, trying to milk him.  “Fuck,” he grunted, and jerked into me, coming deep into my pussy.

I hummed and leaned back and kissed him as he remained inside me, his cock pulsing.  He ran his hands over my stomach and paused on a spot where Edwin was kicking.  “Feels like Eddie liked that too,” he teased.

“Eddie is as hyper as Tony,” I answered as Clint slipped out of me.  “The kid never gives me a break.”

“Go clean up and I’ll do your hair,” he chuckled, spanking my ass.

I giggled and pulled off my now ruined panties, throwing them in the laundry hamper as I went to the bathroom.  When I came back out again Clint was redressed and laying back on the bed waiting for me.  I grabbed a fresh pair of panties and slipped them on, before taking a seat at the vanity again.

“You know what you’re wearing?” Clint asked, coming up behind me.  He grabbed my brush and began brushing out my hair.

“Yeah, that one,” I said pointing to the lilac cocktail dress hanging on the back of the door.

“Pretty,” Clint said.  I grabbed my lipstick and started to reapply it.  “I did Nat and Wanda’s hair today too.”

“Yeah?  Did you do them as well?”  I teased.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” Clint chuckled.  “But yes.”

“Both of them?  Jesus, Clint, how much jizz do you have?”  I said, laughing.

“Princess, you and I both know, it’s basically an endless supply,” he joked.  “Now, what are we thinking?  Loose updo?  Or something like a halo braid or half braid?”

“Loose updo,” I said.  “Halo braid would be for a more floaty dress than that.”

“You got it,” Clint said and started styling it.

“What did you do with Wanda and Tasha’s?” I asked.

“You’re gonna see them in a minute,” Clint laughed.  “You can’t wait?”

“Nope, tell me,” I said.

“Well,” Clint said, putting some bobby pins in my hair.  “Nat is wearing a sort of forties style dress.  So I did her hair in those really smoothed out finger waves she likes.”

“Oh nice,” I said.  “I like that look on her.”

“Yeah, me too,” he agreed.  “That’s how she wore it when we did our first undercover mission together.”

I smiled and looked back at him through the mirror.  “Aww, did you fall in love with her there?”

He chuckled.  “Maybe.”

“And how did you do Wanda’s?”  I asked.

“She has ramped up that Earth mother thing she’s been doing lately,” he said, smiling to himself.  “Wait ‘til you see her, El.  It’ll blow your mind.  Anyway, she’s got one of those… not a crown... You know those head circle things?”

“A diadem?”  I giggled.

“Yeah, that,” he agreed, adding some more pins  “So I just did it in loose curls around it.”

I smiled.  “She’s so cute.”

“Yeah, she is,” Clint hummed.   “Man, it’s gonna be crazy when all the babies are here, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling me,” I laughed.  “But like everyone kept saying to me before I got knocked up, there are ten of us.  And we’re supposed to be hiring some nannies.”

“What is going on with that?  Wanda’s about due to burst, surely we should have them here by now,” Clint mused.

I shrugged.  “I have no idea, honestly.  I think Tony was supposed to narrow down the people and then Wanda was supposed to … you know…”

“Right, yeah… might need to nudge Tones,” Clint said.  He grabbed some product and added it to my hair then stood back and looked at it, adjusting locks here and there.  It was up in a messy, half-braid/half-bun.  “How’s that?”

“Love it, thanks, Clint,” I said, getting up and kissing his cheek.  “Can you help me with my dress?”

“Yes, mistress,” he teased getting it for me.

“Clint, I’m gonna kick your ass,” I laughed as I stepped into it and he pulled it up.

“After I did so many nice things for you?”  Clint said.  “Mean.”

He zipped me up and I straightened myself up.  “Okay, let’s go.”

We headed downstairs.  The party was already underway but only just.  Hill was talking to Nat by the base of the stairs, and there was a small group of people at the circular seated area.  The room was a criss-cross of threads to the people that we all considered family.  It was a little overwhelming having them all so close.  The threads were always there, but it was just the ones that connected me to my partners and children that glowed brightly all the time. The others were fairly faint until they were close by.  So now the threads were everywhere, all different colors and all leading to the people we loved.

We had hired people to run the party.  There were caterers, wait-staff, and bartenders, and someone was greeting people at the elevator and taking their coats.  Jax and Clarke had just arrived and I could see Clarke was holding a gift box.

“El!”  Clarke called, as I descended the stairs.  “Happy baby shower.”

“You didn’t need to bring gifts,” I said, kissing her cheek and taking the present.

“I know, I know but I had this idea and couldn’t help myself,” she said.

We headed over to where Wanda was sitting, Clint peeling away from the group to go speak to Phil who was getting himself a drink.

Wanda was just as Clint had described.  She looked completely ethereal in her red gown.  The layered tulle skirt was spread out around her, the sheer lace bodice just added to the goddess vibes she gave out.  Her hair had been styled to curl down her back, framing her face and the silver diadem that had a crescent moon and five red gems adorning it sitting in the middle of her forehead.

“Hello, beautiful,” I said, taking a seat next to her.  “You soaking up the attention?”

“Mm-hmm…” Wanda hummed.  “You look very pretty.”

“Compared to you?”  I said, resting my hand on her stomach.  “I look like a background character in an anime.”

She giggled.  “I wouldn’t have understood that reference if you didn’t picture it so clearly.  You do not look like that.”

“Where are my kids?”  Clarke asked, sitting on the couch that ran perpendicular to the one we were sitting in.

Wanda tilted her head. “They’re showing Scott, Hope, and Cassie the cinema.”

“I guess they can wait,” she said.  “Open the present.”

I giggled and started to unwrap it.  Inside were what looked like tiny little grey and red school uniforms.  Complete with blazers with A’s on the breast pocket.  There were six in all and each had a number.  Two larger ones that would fit the twins, and four infant-sized ones.

“Avengers Academy,” she teased.  “Because you seem to be creating your own superhero team from scratch.”

I started laughing.  “You massive dork.”

“Oh come on,” she teased.  “You can’t tell me they won’t look adorable in these.”

“Well, that is true,” I said, putting the box down.  “Come here, you huge dork.”

She hugged me tightly before pulling back looking around.  “Alright.  I’m gonna get a drink.  You ladies want anything?”

“Oh yeah, pineapple juice please,” I said.

“I’m fine.  Tony made me a mocktail,” Wanda said.

When Clarke and Jax made their way over to the bar I curled up against Wanda and put my face against her stomach.

“What are you doing?  It’s a party, you can talk to the twins whenever you like,” Wanda asked, as she rubbed the back of my neck.

“Having this much family nearby is a little overwhelming,” I said.  “The closer they are the more I feel.  How do you deal with that?”

“It took me a long time,” she said.  “And it doesn’t always work, but I can try and teach you.”

One of the twins kicked against my face, it made the thread that connected me to her wiggle in front of my eyes like a sheer rainbow scarf.  “Hey little girl,” I whispered to her stomach.

“Here’s the other mamas,” Rhodey said, coming over with Tony.  “You two look beautiful.  Have you had one of those pregnancy photoshoots yet?”

“No,” I said, sitting up again.  “Aren’t they a little -” I rocked my hand back and forth.

“Oh no, let’s do it.  It will be so nice,” Wanda said, excitedly.  “All three of us in pretty dresses.  We can have the puppies and the kids too.  I would love that.”

“See what you did, Rhodey?” I teased.

Rhodey laughed and took a seat.  “Sorry about that, but I bet old sentimental would like that too.”

“Who me?  I’m not sentimental,” Tony said.

“Who are you trying to fool?”  Rhodey teased.

“Can we?  Please, Elise?  I would really love that,” Wanda begged, tugging on my hand.

“Okay, okay,” I said laughing. “But you’re going to have to convince Nat.”

“Oh, I will.  This is going to be so much fun,” Wanda said, clapping.

I smiled and kissed her cheek.  Feeling how happy she was, I knew that even as overwhelming as it was to have everyone here, there were worse things to be overwhelmed by than love.

// NEXT

[jooniperhun]

he says (m.)

rating: M. for mature. as in 18+

word count: 1.6k

pairing: sub!seokjin x dom!fem!reader

warnings: sub!jin, power play/dynamics, choking kink, neck kink, hand kink, toys, anal play, some grinding, overstimulation, nipple play, very little degradation, fingering, unprotected sex (plsss wrap it before you tap it!), just overall playing with your pretty little toy

summary: seokjin’s favorite body part of yours are your hands. ‘they’re very pretty,’ he says.  

he says that you’re very pretty while he stares at your hands, the swallow lodged in his throat.

already, there’s a slight tremor to his body as he unconsciously begins leaning towards you, pleasure nipping tauntingly at him.

‘did baby have a hard day?’ you coo, raising your hand and stroking the soft skin of his flushed cheeks. 

the pink slowly deepens and creeps down his neck, taking refuge behind the thin, loose t-shirt that barely clings to his shoulders. but you know just how far that blush really travels, eating up the skin on his chest and branching down further to his sweet, weeping cock.

his eyes attempt to remain on the other hand resting on his thigh, but your suddenly harsh grip smushes his lips between his cheeks as you force his gaze to your own. 

already, his eyes are hazy.

seokjin is so, so pretty that you just want to eat him all up sometimes. 

you slide your hand up the meat of his thigh and shy away from where the apex of his legs meet, avoiding the bulge already there and ghosting around his side to skim right back down his back.

his eyes flutter as he shivers, beginning to drool a little from the way that your hand still firmly grips around his jaw.

you lean in closer to him, brushing your lips over his face to whisper in his ear, ‘have you been a good boy for me, jinnie?’ 

hesitantly, he nods. you release his face and glide your fingers up to tangle in his hair, pulling at his roots and forcing his head back to put his neck on display.

you shift slightly to accommodate this new position, jin’s heart picking up speed in excitement all the while.

the bruises from days before have almost faded completely. laving your tongue across his jugular, you begin to correct that.

beneath you, jin releases a quiet whimper, straining his neck closer to your lips. he wants you to bite him - hard.

you suck small, red bruises across the column of his throat, ensuring that each bite is sharp but brief. 

the sensation travels down to his cock and it twitches in response. his hips begin to buck up as he spreads his legs and wraps them around your hips, grinding his aching cock into the soft flesh of your stomach.

‘show me how good you’ve been, baby.’ you softly croon against his darkening skin. he groans as you slacken your hold on him, sliding his legs back onto the couch cushions and reaching down to pull his shorts off. 

he doesn’t wear anything underneath them. his cock, thick and swollen so red that it almost looks purple, slaps against his stomach, smearing the fabric there with pre-cum leaking from the tip.

you hiss at the sight, pleased.

‘poor baby. that looks like it hurts.’ you hover your hands above where it rests, very lightly grazing it in intervals to tease him. he releases broken whimpers as you just sit there and stare at it, needy but knowing that he’s not allowed to touch himself until you say so.

you leave his cock as it is and roughly order him to turn around, the fat globes of his ass meeting you when he does. nestled between his cheeks is a small, pink diamond. you coo when you see it, poking it gently and feeling the gentle vibrations running over the digit.

‘oh, jinnie..’ you breath, grabbing at his ass and digging your nails in deep. your little pain slut pushes back against your hold, craving the delicious nip of pain you bring him. ‘for the entire day?’ you ask, giddy that he did follow your orders and unable to mask it.

‘yes, ma’am.’ he whispers back, flushing in delight at your hum of approval.

you know that he can’t cum just from prostate stimulation.

he swallows harshly as you turn him back around and climb on top of his lap, hiking your skirt up and pinning his legs to the couch. he’s trapped between you and the soft, plush back of the couch. 

you run your hands beneath his shirt and smooth them over the flat of his belly, travelling up to meet his nipples. each flick makes a new gasp tumble from his throat. you capture his lips with your own and scooch forward to press your crotches together, harshly grinding your soaked panties onto the bare flesh of his cock the way he likes.

the friction is magnificent, and with the way your tongue is down his throat, your teeth are at his lips, your hands are at his nipples, and the vibrator is at his prostate, jin is all too close to cumming.

knowing his tells all too well with the way that his moans begin to louden, you pull away from him altogether, a thin, wispy string of spit and the pressure of your thick thighs on top of his the only thing connecting you together. 

‘not until i say so.’ you say sternly, and you tug his fingers into your panties.

he moans again when he feels how wet you are, parsing his fingers along your slippery lips. you jolt when he lightly grazes your clit and begins circling it. the pleasure that runs through you almost makes you leave him to it, but you quickly come to your senses and grasp his wrists.

‘did i tell you to do that?’ you ask, glaring into his blown out eyes. 

‘no ma-’ he begins to whimper, until you suddenly shove three digits down his throat. the muscles in his throat contract as he immediately gags, and he struggles to focus his teary gaze back onto you at the punishment. it’s almost, almost what he needs.

you slip his own fingers into your contracting hole while he begins to recover, grinding on them and telling him to stay still like the good little toy that he is. the harder he sucks on your fingers, the wetter and tighter you clench around him. his palm acts as the perfect thing to rub your clit against. 

the whole while, you do nothing to touch his aching, weeping cock.

as the pleasure begins to flood you and your release nears, you slip his fingers out of you, postponing the hazy state the you were entering. keeping your panties slid to the side, you steady jin’s cock and slowly begin to impale yourself on his length.

the feeling of your walls slowly stretching out around his thickness brought you almost unbearable bliss, but it was jin who had the hardest time keeping it together. his lips tightened against your digits as he concentrated on not thrusting up into you, the vibrator in his ass still buzzing away.

once you had taken him all the way to the hilt, you slid your wettened fingers down and wrapped them around his throat. this position has his pretty, pink cock stuffed deep within you. a few thrusts had the tip crushing against your g-spot and your clit making friction against his stomach.

you finally applied pressure to your hold on jin’s throat, and all of jin’s control over his need to cum slipped away. he had been teetering at the edge for so long that he didn’t even think of the consequences of releasing without your permission.

it was when you squeezed around him particularly tightly, goading him into disobeying you, that his moans became louder and his cock began to twitch. that final burst of pleasure had his vision going white and his hearing going out as his body tingled all over.

it felt like he was cumming forever. 

you choked him even tighter as you darkly chuckled, feeling him filling you up and rutting even faster against him. ‘you dirty little slut,’ you gasped as your own orgasm began to creep up on you. ‘who told you to cum?’ with his restricted breathing and dazed state, jin could barely answer.

‘i-i’m s’ry mmmm’ he groaned incoherently, oversensitivity beginning to creep at the base of his spine, ‘felll too goo.’

his slurred words and fucked out expression had you grinning meanly in satisfaction. 

‘mmm hurss so goooo-’ he blearily moaned, weakly gripping at the couch cushions. his head would have rolled to the side if you didn’t have a hold on his neck.

‘ah!’ you breathed as your hips began to stutter, your orgasm swelling then crashing over you like a wave. at the feeling of you clenching even tighter over his cock and the feeling of the vibrator still buzzing at his prostate, jin came again.

your breathing was heavy as you felt all of your fluids running down your thighs and dripping onto his lap. some even puddled on the cushion beneath you, slowly getting absorbed and quickly becoming future you’s problem.

as you let his neck go and let his cock slide out of you, jin listed to the side. every single bone in his body was relaxed. you kissed him on his plump cheek and softly tweaked his nose.

‘you can’t sleep here, baby,’ you smiled down at him.

he reached up and held your hands within his own. ‘i really love your hands,’ he said, bringing each one to his lips to sleepily kiss.

‘you’re such a sweetheart.’ you lovingly mumbled back.

i’d give you the world if i could, is what you didn’t say.

notes: t’was my first smut, please be gentle LMFAO. i really didn’t know where i was going with this, but i felt that jin needed some lovin’ on this app so here i am, giving it to him. this is the part where i make a masterlist, lol. this ended up longer than intended (it was supposed to be a 500 word drabble, hence the formatting), whoops. but i guess it now counts as a one-shot? dropping this at 3 am when you have a 10 am??? really shouldn’t be me, but whoever said i was a responsible adult?

[lorei-writes]

Match-Up #31

Hi I’m Ana and I’m new at this, if it’s wrong don’t do it. Sorry for my poor english and and I forgot the pet peeves

Ah, hello, Ana @a6r6o6k! I hope you’ll have plenty fun in the fandom :D And don’t worry, it’ll be all good. The match-making shall begin! >:3

*5 positive qualities: 📍I think I’m intelligent (but I don’t really know) 📍 I’m curious: so I like to know the why of the things 📍Loyal: even if I like to see and have other options I always want to keep with the same people 📍I like to help, I’m studying psychology to understand people and help them: if I can help being a psychologist GREAT, if I need to do something else it’s also GREAT. 📍I’m adventurous if I have the security

To begin with, let’s consider intelligence and curiosity together. As per usual in such situations, I’d dare look more so towards the rather intellectual suitors who could match such characteristics - perhaps leaning a bit more towards the encouraging ones, the ones who simply challenge the people around them to think more.

Nobunaga (+2) Mitsuhide (+2) Mitsunari (+1) Masamune (+1) Shingen (+2) Sasuke (+2)

Now, loyalty! Hmm... The way you describe it... I suppose it could be understood either as a sign of investing in relationships, even despite some differences... Although I do think some could take it as choosing to stay in relationship at the expense of your ideals. Let’s see how those two approaches balance out.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (-1) Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Masamune (-1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Ah, helping others! Oh love, with psychology... I mean, hm, how do I put it? Please, do not become a therapist for all of our Ikemen, because gash, that’s a real threat with how sad most of them is ;-; But, that aside, I think most suitors would understand the drive to help others very well... Although some perhaps a tiny bit more than others.

Hideyoshi (+1) Ieyasu (+1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Adventurous, if provided with enough support? Ha, that brings some suitors to mind! (I picked those who are less likely to suddenly prank their partner with something potentially dangerous, even if just for laughs).

Mitsuhide (+1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (+1)

*5 negative qualities: 📍Picky eater (I can’t eat thing with certain textures like snails, or things very bitter or acid) 📍I’m very pessimistic, sometimes realistic but more pessimistic: I don’t have depression, but there is history of depression in my family. 📍Easily distracted: I have ADD (Attentive Deficit Disorder), so I have the concentration time spam of a fish, even e with the things I like, if I have to use all my attention I can, but if not usually I doing 5 things at the same time. 📍I very disorganised: I think it comes with the ADD but I don’t know 📍I don’t have the knowledge of the social clues, so I’m very talkative sometimes and very silent other times.

Picky eater? Oh, there should be some suitors who could either understand that, or who could try to remedy that... Although the latter option may come with a bit of a rocky start, haha.

Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Masamune (+1)

Hmm... So you say you tend to lean more so towards pessimism? I suppose suitors who would amplify that could be a bad choice... But perhaps those that have more of a soothing, grounding aura?

Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (-1) Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (-1)

To be honest, I can think of only one character that would be annoyed by deficits of attention. Same with lack of understanding of social situations and such (also, I can high-five you on that).

Ieyasu (-2)

As for being disorganized... I think it could prove troublesome when in relationship with some suitors who also share this characteristic.

Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (-1)

1st Summary

Mitsuhide (+4) Shingen (+4) Nobunaga (+3) Hideyoshi (+3) Mitsunari (+3) Masamune (+3) Kenshin (+2) Sasuke (+2) Ieyasu (-3)

*5 likes: 📍Read: everything (fantasy, culture, history...). Knowledge is power. 📍I would like to travel to learn language to understand people 📍Sweet things: I love sweet things 📍Animals: I wanted to be a veterinarian but I couldn’t enter in the University 📍Listening and observe people

Points distributed for likes:

Nobunaga (+3) - he would agree with such views on knowledge, sweet things, travel Mitsuhide (+3) - views on knowledge, travel, observing people Mitsunari (+1) - reading Ieyasu (+2) - views on knowledge, animals (veterinary in particular) Masamune (+1) - travel Shingen (+3) - views on knowledge, sweets, observing people Sasuke (+3) - observing people, reading, travel

* 5 dislikes: 📍I have a big scar in the side of the chest, combined with a hunched back and two breast of different size it makes me uncomfortable, so my body. 📍Get my freedom limited 📍Have to stay still 📍Just do things because the people talk 📍I have fear to be alone, like not psychically, but emotionally

A break from match-up. Oh love, we all have our imperfections, and what you mentioned in the first point are perfectly human traits. Breasts generally are of a different size, and it can vary a lot - and which is bigger can even change depending on the point in time of your menstrual cycle. Scars tell stories of what we went through and what makes us ourselves. We all have some, smaller, bigger ones, but they are there... And, lastly, as a person who used to have very bad posture (somewhat hunched back and some more): you may want to look into whether it could potentially cause some complications later on. Of course, it may not be a concern, but you know. Caring about your body is very important.

So, with that, some extra points, specifically for suitors who know how to cheer on their lover and who cherish them openly.

Mitsuhide (+1) Masamune (+1) Shingen (+1)

Points distributed for dislikes:

Nobunaga (-2) - limited freedom, emotionally aloof at times Ieyasu (-1) - may give the aura that you have to do something, because he says so, or because somebody says so, some norm says so Masamune (-1) - emotionally aloof at times Kenshin (-2) - emotionally aloof at times, limited freedom Shingen (-1) - emotionally aloof at times

2nd Summary

Mitsuhide (+8) Shingen (+7) Nobunaga (+4) Mitsunari (+4) Masamune (+4) Hideyoshi (+3) Sasuke (+5) Ieyasu (-2)

Only characters with positive value by their names will be considered in the final stages of the match-up.

* Relationship dealbreakers: 📍I don’t think I have any relationship dealbreakers except the mentioned in the pet peeves(it would be my first relationship), but I would not like be cheated without a reason (you don’t trust me so you don’t tell me the plan, okay; you don’t tell me all the information to tease me, okay; you just lie to me to hurt me, not okay) 📍Okey, may be I have 1 or 2 dealbreakers: I don’t stand people that treats others like garbage just because (if the other did something okay, but just because no) 📍Being ignored 📍People that is very possessive physically and emotionally: I need to talk and touch my friends. 📍People that believe that just because I can’t do things: like “you’re a woman you can’t fight” or “you can’t show so much skin”... 📍People that assume things: I like to be asked. 📍People that touch me without permission: if is a bet or a game I can, but without permission I can’t.

Oh, so I should consider pet peeves as dealbreakers?

* Up to 3 pet peeves: dealbreakers v.2 📍Poor hygiene 📍Be cheated 📍Constant criticism

Nobunaga (+4) & Masamune (+4) - too touchy, may not ask for permission first, they do struggle with the idea of consent at first Hideyoshi (+3) - may initially assume some things

* 3 Wild Cards: 📍I’m very naive and believe what people say so... if someone says “I don’t like/love you” in the real life I would believe them. 📍I think that I’m like a cat: I want a home base to return but I want to have the freedom to explore my environment. I want to have someone to return but with freedom to leave 📍My type of love is Words of affirmation

Mitsuhide & Shingen (-1) - they may use this sort of naivety and say such things, although they’d most likely have a good reason for it (hence not cross out for meeting a dealbreaker)

*Most disliked characters: 📍Kennyo: I don’t like that he is trying to kill me. 📍Ranmaru: I see him like a little brother 📍Mitsunari: the same as Ranmaru 📍Motonari: sorry Motonari, you’re very hot but the chains and necklaces are out of fashion

Mitsunari (+4)

Final Results

Mitsuhide (+7) Shingen (+6) Sasuke (+5)

Mitsuhide

Confessed first: You, although he didn’t realise you truly did mean it and weren’t just playing a role.

Makes tea in the morning: Mitsuhide. Having learnt of your problems with focus, he decided to make sure you’d at least eat something in the morning too - it made him realise how he worried others, so to say.

Hogs blankets at night: There’s no hogging blankets involved. He always has a spare blanket on hand. Sometimes you wonder whether there’s an infinity of blankets hidden around... Although, quite honestly, he is just more likely to go in for a hug if you did steal one from him.

Is the little spoon: On most days, you.

Possible points for conflict: Given his line of work, it happens sometimes that he has to pretend, to say things he does not mean. At times he may forget of how literally you take his words as well.

Free time ideas: Strolling through the town, visiting the marketplace, playing with his pet fox (Chimaki), just resting in the gardens of his manor.

Favourite date spot: The quiet and cosy teashop in the town.

A secret you share: He adores how literal you can be, but sometimes... Sometimes it causes for you to overwork yourself, or get otherwise hurt. Whenever such things happen, he gently urges you to stay inside while he lies on your behalf.

His favourite thing about you: How open you are. He fell for you, which means everything that you are, but he is still amazed by the fact that you dare be so direct and trusting. In his mind, it is a sign of a strong heart.

His message to you: “What is it, little mouse?” ”You’re not convinced you deserve so much?” ”My, my... Then let me prove to you how gorgeous you are. After all, you’re the only one I dare want.”

[yelena-bellova]

Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Nine

(gif not mine, credit to the original creator)

Chapter Nine: Not Even Death Could Break Us

Series Masterlist

Plot: Reader returns to the Resistance base and recieves a welcome surprise. 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. 

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Here’s your reward for sitting through weeks of angst because we’re jumping right back into it next chapter. ENJOY!!

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“Commander Solo requesting clearance to land.”

I waited for a response as we flew above the familiar forests of D’Qar. I wished they’d have brought me the same level of comfort they typically did. Today, they just looked like trees rather than a reminder of home.

“Landing permitted. Welcome back, Commander.”

I tried to focus on adjusting controls as the base came into view but my father’s voice broke my concentration,

“Commander Solo.”

“What about it?”

“Nothing,” he said as his chest rumbled with a small laugh, “I’ve just never seen you as a Commander.”

“Well, I’d never seen you as a smuggler till today,” I replied with a faint sideways smile.

We were coming up on the base along with several X-Wings, I spotted Mom’s transport had just parked and was emptying. We landed easily amidst the other ships and as Dad powered down the ship, I stared off out the cockpit window. Everyone was rushing around yet I couldn’t find the strength in me to muster up similar energy. Not when I was about to face fighting a war without Poe.

“Alright, guess we’re doin’ this,” Dad remarked, turning to face me.

“You go ahead,” I replied monotonously, “I just...need a minute.”

“Sure,” Dad answered before standing up and placing a kiss on the top of my head.

After he’d exited, I buried my face in my hands and tried to keep my tears at bay. I needed to be Commander Solo now, the General’s daughter. Not Y/n Organa-Solo, the broken-hearted sob story. Poe would want me to walk into the command center, head held high, and ready to start giving orders. That seemed almost impossible at the moment, but I owed it to him to at least try. People were depending on me just on the other side of the ship and I couldn’t disappoint them.

I rubbed my eyes, smacked the armrest of my chair, and hoisted myself up. I took a quick look around the main area of the ship to see if Finn or Chewie were still there, everyone was already out. With no more ways to stall, I left the comfort of the Falcon and headed out into the uncertainty of war. I saw Mom from a distance heading inside with Chewie and Dad in tow. Around me, pilots were talking to their mechanics about what repairs needed to be done on their ships. And then I saw Finn a couple of hundred feet away from me, hugging someone with BB-8 at their feet. Finn didn’t know anybody here but us as far as I knew. He looked as if he was speaking urgently to the person and after a second, he turned and broke the embrace revealing his companion.

Poe.

I wanted to blame dehydration or lack of food, it could’ve easily been a hallucination. But it was undeniably him, I knew that as soon as our eyes met across the tarmac. Standing in his bright orange pilot’s uniform, jaw dropped at the sight of me, it was him. No matter how impossible, Poe was standing right in front of me.

Maz’s words had been right.

He kept his promise.

Poe took off at full speed towards me with no regard for the confusion he was causing. My feet began to carry me towards him in response like some magnetic force was pulling us together. We collided into one another with such force I should have cried out in pain, but instead, I whined in happiness. My arms wrapped around his neck and held on with a grip that death itself couldn’t break. His arms were wound tight around my waist and his face was blissfully buried in the crook of my neck.

“Sweetheart,” Poe whispered against my skin, reality setting in and causing my tears to fall in time with his.

“I thought I lost you,” I sobbed softly as one of my hands found itself in his hair, “I-I thought you were dead.”

Poe pulled back to look at my face but never did his hands let go of my waist. He wasn’t going to let me go any time soon and I didn’t take one issue with it,

“I thought so too for a while, so much happened that I have to tell you,” he said, his thumb softly rubbing the tears off my cheek, “But I’m here, I’m here.”

Despite my blurry vision, I could finally get a good look at him. He had a few scrapes that were already fading. It looked like his lip had been cut but was already healing. Nothing like how he’d looked in the dream I’d had. He looked just as I’d left him, tearful and shaken but for only good reasons this time.

“I told you I’d come back for you.”

I let out a sob of joy as I pressed my forehead against his, savoring the sensation of our breaths mingling together. In a surge of adrenaline, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It didn’t take him more than five seconds before reciprocating, making me smile and sink even deeper in. Our lips moved in sync with one another’s as if we’d shared a thousand kisses. Our bodies molded against each other as if they were meant to perfectly. For a few wonderful seconds, there was no war, just me and Poe.

We broke apart breathless, but I still pushed out the words that desperately needed to be said, “I love you.”

After catching his breath, Poe lifted my chin with a gentle finger, his chocolate brown eyes searching mine for any hint of falseness. Maybe to make sure it wasn’t a heat of the moment thing to say rather than a deep-seeded confession. All he’d find was affection and quite a few happy tears. I’d never seen him grin so widely,

“I love you too, so much...” he whispered before meeting my lips again, this time with more tenderness. We’d both experienced so many harsh things in the past day or so, one gentle moment was more than welcome. He pulled away after a few seconds, “What brought this on?”

I laughed as I brushed a finger at the tear stains down his face, “So many things that we don’t have time to talk about now. But I was stupid to not see it sooner.”

Poe chuckled, “You weren’t stupid, sweetheart,” he said softly, “Just a little bit behind me.”

I smiled and pecked his lips gently, they were gorgeously swollen by now. Judging by his smile, he didn’t mind...

“As much as I want to stay here kissing you, we’ve got work to do.” I stated.

“Yeah, we do,” Poe said determinedly, “And as soon as it’s done, we’re going to be doing a whole lot more of this.”

He gave me a final kiss, one that left me weak in the knees and gripping his biceps for stability. We broke apart and I’d never been so happy to see his smirk,

“Yeah,” I cleared my throat, “I think we will.”

Poe grabbed my hand and we jogged back to where he’d left Finn. He was standing there, definitely trying to look like he hadn’t seen our reunion,

“Finn buddy, come with us. We gotta introduce you to the General.”

“And we need to form a plan to go get Rey.” Finn said to me as the three of us marched toward the base.

We made our way through the halls swiftly, I ignored passerby’s wide-eyed stares at Poe’s and my intertwined hands and focused on Finn. Though his thoughts were solely about Rey, he couldn’t hide the childlike wonder in his eyes at the base. He’d never experienced goodness in his life and now it was everywhere he looked. Though its was all new to him, I could tell he was already one of us. The three of us stepped down into the command center and I spotted my mother conversing with officers,

“General Organa,” Poe called, “Sorry to interrupt, but this is Finn, he needs to talk to you.”

“And I need to talk to you,” Mom said warmly, addressing Finn, “That was incredibly brave what you did, renouncing the First Order, saving this man’s life, helping my daughter…”

Finn looked a little surprised that the information had reached her so quickly, “Thank you, ma’am, but a friend of ours,” he gestured between the two of us, “was taken prisoner.”

“Han told me about the girl, I’m sorry,” she replied.

“General,” I spoke up, “We need to make a plan to get Rey back however, Finn worked on the First Order’s base and is familiar with the weapon that toke out the Hosnian system.”

“We’re desperate for anything you can tell us.”

“That’s where she was taken, we need to get there fast.” Finn replied, urgency in his voice. He wanted to help us, but saving Rey was his first priority.

“And I will do everything I can to help,” Mom answered, “But first you must tell us all you know.”

“They go hand in hand,” I added, “We can’t get Rey unless we know about where we’re going.”

Finn looked to me and nodded determinedly, “Okay.”

Mom left us with a polite smile to go stand amongst beside Dad, 3PO and BB-8, she was going to examine the map. Squeezing Poe’s hand, I broke apart from him and Finn to go and join her,

“I didn’t get the opportunity to talk to you about the map. It’s not exactly what we thought it was.”

She furrowed her brow in confusion as 3PO took the drive from BB-8 and inserted it into one of the computers. As I drew a breath to explain, the map appeared holographically in front of us and I was too late.

“General,” C-3PO explained, “I regret to inform you, but this map recovered from BB-8 is only partially complete. And even worse, it matches no charted system on record. We simply do not have enough information to locate Master Luke.”

I sighed heavily, “That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

She looked wildly disappointed, we all were, but it ran deeper for her. This was family, this was years of hope washed down the drain. This had been her only shot at bringing her brother back,

“I can't believe I was so foolish to think that I could just find Luke and bring him home.”

I placed a hand on her back as my dad leaned forward, “Leia…”

“Don’t do that…” she replied, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Do what?”

“Anything,” she answered as she walked away from us. I turned to my father who looked defeated, he was truly trying with her. He followed her like it was reflex but I hung behind, they’d been reunited and that was enough for me. I didn’t need to listen to their conversation like a child trying to spy, no matter how tempting it was. I simply leaned against the computer and rubbed my face anxiously.

“Hey,” Poe’s voice made me look up, “What’s going on?”

“You know that map you and I went through hell to get?” I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms.

“I’m vaguely familiar with it, yes.”

“Well, turns out we only retrieved a piece of it.”

Poe exhaled and ducked his dead down, “Fantastic…”

“I thought we had a shot,” I mumbled as I shook my head, “But we’re no closer than we were a week ago.”

“That may be true,” he replied before grasping both my arms, “But the most important thing is that we made it out alive.”

I nodded, “There were a few too many close calls for my taste.”

Poe raised an eyebrow, “Such as?”

I chortled, “Getting chased by Stormtroopers, fighting off TIE’s, running from Rathtars, the scene at Maz’s castle…Is that enough for you?”

“A little too much,” he replied as he rubbed my arms softly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you.”

“You’re here now,” I smiled, still getting used to him being here and whole, “That’s all that matters. You did miss me flying the Falcon though…”

I left him, smirking, as I heard him cry out “What?!”

—————

A short while later, Resistance leadership (plus Dad, Chewie and Finn) was gathered around a map table staring at a hologram. Snap had been on a recon mission and had brought back information on the weapon the First Order used to destroy the Hosnian system. I was stood next to my father, who seemed to have slid right back into his old militia role with ease. Poe stood across from me, the chatter in the room went silent as he cleared his throat to begin,

“The scan data from Snap’s reconnaissance flight confirms Finn’s report.”

“They’ve somehow created a hyper lightspeed weapon built within the planet itself.” Snap explained.

“A laser cannon?” Major Brance asked from next to me.

“We’re not sure how to describe a weapon of this scale.” Snap replied.

Major Ematt looked like he was having a war flashback, “It’s another Death Star…”

“I wish that were the case, Major,” Poe sympathized as he hit a button that displayed a wireframe of the aforementioned battle station, “This was the Death Star.”

He hit another control and we all watched the Death Star shrink in comparison to the gargantuan holo on display, “And this is Starkiller Base.”

Gasps and groans filled the air, there wasn’t even a comparison to make. This was nothing any of us, young recruit or veteran, had ever seen before.

“So it’s big.” Dad mused nonchalantly, leave it to him to act cool about something like this.

“How is it possible to power a weapon of that size?” Admiral Ackbar inquired.

Finn stepped up to the table, “It uses the power of the sun. As the weapon is charged, the sun is drained until it disappears.”

An officer approached my mother and handed her something, she looked over it before looking up at the group,

“The First Order, they’re charging the weapon again now,” her eyes found mine, “Our system is the next target.”

I drew a shaky breath as others reacted similarly. A few hours ago I was a few hundred feet away from my brother and now him and his followers were coming to kill us. I caught Poe’s eyes and we shared a concerned look.

“Okay,” Dad began, racking his brain for something helpful, “How do we blow it up? There’s always a way to do that.”

“Han’s right,” Mom replied, causing both me and Dad to look over to her in surprise. For just a second, the three of us felt like a united front again.

“In order for that amount of power to be contained,” Admiral Statura began, “That base has to have some sort of thermal oscillator.”

“There is one,” Finn stated, he walked over to join Poe at the controls, “Precinct 47,” he pointed towards an area in the structure, “Here.”

“If we can destroy that oscillator,” Statura continued as he paced around the table, “It might destabilize the core and cripple the weapon.”

“Maybe the planet,” Ematt added onto the idea, the plan was forming.

“We’ll go in there and we’ll hit that oscillator with everything we’ve got.” Poe assured confidently, I’d missed him and his determination so much.

“They have defensive shields that our ships cannot penetrate.” Ackbar protested, I shared a knowing look with Dad before turning back to the crowd.

“We can disable the shields, me and Han,” I volunteered, “Finn, you worked there. Surely you can help.”

After a beat, Finn nodded, “I can do it.”

Dad leaned down to me, “I like this guy.”

“I can disable the shields, but I have to be there on the planet.”

“We’ll get you there, kid.” Dad promised, Finn looked to me for confirmation and I smiled in assurance.

“Han, how?” my mother spoke up.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t like it.” he answered, causing me to smirk. The fewer details she knew, the smoother everything would go.

“So we disable the shields, take out the oscillator and we blow up their big gun.” Poe stated, earning a loud roar of agreement from Chewie, “All right. Let's go!”

Our group disbanded and the room became a sea of chatter and orders. Poe had taken off to assemble Black Squadron while me, my dad and Chewie were making our way out of the command center. Mom had ten different people flooding her with questions so I didn’t want to add to it when I could take care of things myself,

“You two go start running diagnostics on the Falcon. I can get techs and mechanics if you want but-“

"There’s only two people I trust with the Falcon other than me and neither of them are any of your guys.” Dad interrupted as we walked down the hallway.

“But I know you’d never trust them so I’ll leave it to you guys,” I finished, “I need to grab some things from my quarters and I’ll be out to help.”

I showed them out of the base before heading back in and taking the familiar walk to my room. It felt like I’d been gone weeks when really, it had only been less than two days. I punched in my code and entered, locking the door behind me. There was no time for sentimentality, or even a shower, as I began searching for the things I needed. I grabbed my communicator off of my desk and shoved it in the pocket of my pants. I slid my jacket off and stripped the sweaty shirt off my torso. I caught sight of myself in the refresher’s mirror and grimaced, my hair was frizzed, there were ugly bruises littering my arms and grains of sand stuck to my skin. Halfheartedly dusting the leftovers of Jakku off and running my fingers through my hair would have to do for now. I dug through my dresser, pulled on a tight black long sleeved shirt and found my dark green military jacket. Something felt off as I put it on, like something was missing.

I groaned as I dug through the pile of clothes, “Why do I need you so much?

Unhooking the lightsaber from my brown jacket, I clipped it into my new one and sighed. My father’s words from earlier rang in my ears, he wasn’t Force sensitive but he damn sure knew about it’s advantages. Could he be right? Was I being too dramatic about the whole subject? I’d spent so long afraid of what I could do, so worried that I’d turn into something dark and twisted. Could I let myself give into the pull towards the light side? As much as I hated to admit it, I loved using my saber, despite the traumatic memories attached to it. I enjoyed meditating and using the Force, I felt less like myself when I restricted my usage. I placed a hand on the cool silver handle and closed my eyes, hearing the words as if someone was in the room saying them to me,

Don’t be afraid.

“Okay.”

Opening my eyes, I took a deep breath and knew I couldn’t waste any more time. People were counting on me, the galaxy was counting on the Resistance to see them. Where I should have felt anxiety, I felt resolve and determination.

It was time to go do my job.

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The entire base was in a frenzy, the good kind though. The kind that united people, that caused everybody to pull together and do their part, even if it wasn’t their job. I saw people from the kitchen helping Commanders, mechanics and communication officers working together. This was one of those days where you felt extra proud to be a member of the Resistance.

If we succeeded, that was…

I made my way out of base and searched for the ships I needed to find. Along the way, I spotted Jess and Snap’s X-Wings parked next to each other, the both of them communicating with their techs.

“Pava, Wexley,” I called out, “You two come back alive, Commander’s orders.”

“The same goes for you, Solo. Black Squad’s order.” Jess shouted across the tarmac, I winked in response and continued towards one specific X-Wing. Bee was already loaded into his slot, yet his owner was nowhere to be found.

“You good to go, Bee?” I asked, climbing the ladder to get a good look at him.

All set. Just waiting on Poe.

“Me too. You take care of him for me, okay?”

“Why?” Poe asked from behind me, “You don’t think he can take care of himself?”

I climbed down the ladder and came face to face with him, “I don’t think it hurts to have someone watching your back. Especially when someone’s as reckless as you are.”

He put his hands on his hips and chuckled, “Same words could be said for you, sweetheart.”

I smiled and snaked my arms around his neck, “Well, then this is a perfect match.”

His lips curled into a grin before leaning down to capture my lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I carded my fingers through the curls at the back of his neck as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me close. A few days ago, kissing Poe was an intrusive daydream I tried not to focus on and now? It was a reality I never wanted to come to an end. We broke apart only when we needed air, he brushed his nose softly against mine and I hummed in contentment.

“I wish I were coming with you.” Poe admitted, “I hate the idea of you actually inside that base.”

“You wouldn’t be able to do anything that I can’t,” I assured him, “Besides, you’re most needed in the skies.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t be worrying about you,” he replied, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine, “Haven’t done much else since I watched you disappear into that desert.”

I scraped my fingernails lightly against his scalp, committing the little moan that escaped his throat to memory. There weren’t any words I could say in response to him, the past 24 hours had been a living nightmare for the both of us. All I wanted was to keep him in my arms and reassure him a thousand times that I would never leave him. But instead, we had to separate again and pray that the other returned safe and sound.

“Don’t worry, Dameron. You’re going to be stuck with me for a very long time.” I promised, staring as deep as I could into his eyes to drive my point home.

“Sounds like a plan, Solo.” Poe remarked before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my body into his. He buried his face in my neck, a spot that was quickly becoming one of his favorites. We stood there drawing strength from one another that would carry us through the battle, me on the ground and him in the air.

A familiar throat clear interrupted the moment.

Poe and I turned around to the sight of my parents standing a few feet away from us, my mom smiling and my father scowling. I chuckled and grabbed a very nervous Poe’s hand and walked towards them,

“Dad, this is Poe Dameron.”

At the mention of Poe’s last name, Dad’s face softened and he made eye contact with Poe,

“Are you Kes and Shara’s kid?”

Poe’s lips curved up, “Yeah, I am. They used to tell me stories growing up about fighting alongside you and the General during the Rebellion.”

Mom and I beamed as Dad chuckled and stuck out his hand for Poe to shake, which Poe happily took,

“It’s good to meet you, kid,” Dad began, before giving Poe a knowing look, “I’d say take care of my daughter, but I’ve seen first hand that she can do that herself. If you hurt her though, I can have the worst scum in the galaxy on your ass so fast you won’t even have time to power up your X-Wing.”

Poe was trying so hard not to look scared, “Y-Yes sir, I-I mean no sir, I would never hurt her.”

“That’s the right answer,” Dad grinned lopsidedly, “Give Kes my best.”

“I will, sir.” Poe replied, finally taking a breath again. That breath was gone again when Mom stepped forward, striking fear in both of us,

“Hurt her and the only squadron you’ll be in charge of, Dameron, will be janitorial.”

“Yes, General.”

Mom gave a smile and wink before she went back to Dad, “Time to get moving, Commanders.”

“Yes, General.” I repeated after Poe, they began walking back to the Falcon. I snorted as soon as they were far enough away to not hear, I thought I heard Poe actually whimper.

“I think I blacked out for a minute, please tell me I didn’t say anything stupid.”

“I was too busy trying not to laugh,” I replied as I chortled, “I can totally see you in a janitor’s uniform with a mop.”

Poe shook his head and took me back in his arms, the air between us became serious once again fast. I placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lean into it, kissing my palm softly before looking back up at me,

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” I whispered, “Come back to me, Poe.”

“I always will.” he replied.

He leaned in and gave me one final quick kiss before we hesitantly broke apart, but this time it felt different. Though we weren’t by each other’s sides, we were still going to be fighting together in a way. I was disabling the shields so he could come in and blow up the oscillator. We were still working together, but it didn’t make turning away from him any easier.

I walked back to the Falcon where my parents were waiting, “Well, at least you guys weren’t too over the top.”

Dad laughed, “Was he scared?”

“Wildly.”

“Then,” Dad looked to Mom with an amused expression, “We did our job.”

I couldn’t help but smile, we felt like a family again. Even if we were all about to split up again, we were together right now and my heart felt at home. Tears began to swell in my eyes as I looked between the two of them, they each reached out and took one of my hands. Unable to contain my emotions anymore, I surged forward to hug them both. I hadn’t been held by both my parents in so long but it still felt just as familiar as when I was a child. As much as I wanted to stay in their embrace for hours more, we had to go and do our respective jobs,

“I love you.” I whispered, they both kissed my head in response and squeezed us together a little tighter.

“We’re so proud of you, Y/n,” Mom gushed as we pulled apart, “We love you so much.”

I noticed that they each had an arm around each other, something I hadn’t expected but a sight that was welcomed. Maybe, just maybe, everything was finally going to work out. We could go and destroy the weapon, come home and I could have my family back, or at least most of it…

“Han, Y/n,” Mom’s face turned serious, “If you see him, bring him home.”

I knew there was a chance that Ben would be on the base, though the chances of us coming in contact were slim. The request my mother was making was big, I wasn’t even sure if it was possible. But if the opportunity presented itself, I had to try. I’d be kicking myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least try. Looking at my mother with tears in her eyes, I wanted nothing more than to bring my brother home for her.

“I will.” I assured her, taking her hand in mine as Dad pulled her into his side. We embraced once again and I got to witness the sweet sight of my father kissing my mother on her forehead. It gave me hope and reminded me that this is what I was fighting for. For my family, for Poe, for the people that were closest to my heart.

“We’ve gotta go…” Dad interrupted the moment, but he had to.

“Be safe,” Mom ordered, we broke apart and me and Dad watched her hesitantly leave us and head back into the base. I knew she would have rather watched us disappear into the ship but she was needed elsewhere.

“Chewie,” I called as I walked around the ship to find him, “We good to go?”

He roared in response that we were all set before picking up his tools and heading up the ramp. I looked around for Finn, I assumed he was already inside and ready to go. He was the most enthusiastic about going since we were going to retrieve Rey. Dad was right behind me as we entered and walked to the cockpit,

“To think you started your day out hauling Rathtars…” I retorted, elbowing him lightly.

He chuckled, “I was looking for a job when I met your uncle and by the end of the day, I’d met your mother and was heading to blow up the Death Star. I’m used to this sort of thing.”

“Thank you for sticking with me,” we stopped before we got to the cockpit, “I know it was hard for you to come back here.”

He shook his head, “When it comes down to it, I’d do anything for you and your mother.”

I patted his arm warmly and we went into the cockpit to see Finn and Chewie waiting for us. Except Chewie was sitting in the seat behind his usual, “Why aren’t you up there?”

He didn’t say anything, he just shook his head and nudged me towards the co-pilot’s chair. I smiled, who was I to argue with a Wookie? Dad took his seat next to me and I didn’t even have to ask if he was okay with it, his beaming face said it all. We began adjusting controls and Dad powered her up,

“Alright, here we go…”

I looked back to Finn before we took off, he looked a little nervous yet wholly determined. He’d slid into the Resistance so easily, he’d fit in so naturally in the briefing when he spoke up about the base. We shared a nod and I turned back around to watch us lift above the base. I took one final look at Poe’s X-Wing, I could distantly see him climbing up the ladder and take his seat. He wouldn’t be far behind us, his squadron would be waiting to drop in on the planet once we’d disabled the shields.

“Ready to jump to lightspeed?” Dad interrupted my thoughts.

“All set.” I answered looking to the sky ahead, silencing any anxious thoughts that dared to come to my mind. We would succeed at our goal and we’d all come out alive, I didn’t know what I’d do if we didn’t.

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Trust

Fandom: HTTYD

Rating: E

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid

Tags: #Fairy AU #Explicit Sexual Content #BDMS #Bondage #Oral #Edging #Dirty Talk #Praise Kink #Ropes #subcup #Domstrid #Vaginal Sex #Soulmates #wing stimulation #Orgasm Delay            

Summary: Hiccup and Astrid have been together for a long while. When Hiccup asks for a certain scene for their love life, Astrid is overwhelmed by his trust in her. But she's also determined to live up to his trust.

AN: The prompt for this short comes from the Kinktober Prompt list 2020. It was "Fairies + Ropes". I know I'm pretty late for the party, but well... at least it's done now. I had a lot of fun with this, and I hope some of you will enjoy it, too :)

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A little insecurely, Astrid glanced down at the rope in her hands. It was the softest rope anyone could find – woven of soft sunlight and smooth moonlight –, but that was only a token effort and not enough to soothe her nervousness.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked as she fluttered over to where Hiccup waited for her.

“Yes, I am,” he replied in a sure but soft voice. He reached for her and gently pulled her against him, his hands on her waist. “You know me, know how far you can go. And I trust you.” He paused for a moment, his eyes dropping to her hands still holding the rope. “I’m ready. I want this. So let’s do it… as long as you’re okay with it?”

Laughing weakly, Astrid nodded. “I am.” Then she tilted her head to press her lips to his. As always, kissing him was wonderful, so distracting that she nearly forgot about their plan. One of her hands landed on his bare chest, pressing against warm skin as his fingers dug into her flesh, his groan rumbling against her mouth.

Oh, yes, it was so easy to get carried away. Her hand wandered lower, caressed along his stomach which drew a shudder from deep within him, and sneaked between the vines and leaves that covered his groin. Hiccup gasped when her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. His head dropped to her neck, her shoulder, his mouth hungrily pushing aside her dress of woven sunlight.

Chuckling ruefully, Astrid made a step backwards. Her lips twitched into a smirk at his needy whine but he didn't follow her, only watched her through darkened eyes. Hiccup had wanted to play, so they would play.

"Hands up," she ordered.

Hiccup complied without a moment's hesitation, stretching his arms in her direction with hand in loose fists and his wrists crossed.

"Good boy."

Hiccup nearly glowed with the praise, his chest swelling. Sometimes, he was just too sweet to be real. But she wouldn’t let herself get distracted.

Meticulously, Astrid looped the rope around his wrists, making sure that it didn't sit so tight that it would make his fingers go numb but tight enough that he wouldn't easily slip out of his bonds. Once she was satisfied, she took another step back before pushing herself off the ground.

"Follow me," she said, then turned to fly up past the different living areas along the walls.

Hiccup flew behind her as if in a trance. His hands were still bound by the rope in her hand, his eyes transfixed on her wings and the way the light broke in their million facets. Shimmering golden like those of all sun fairies, Astrid’s wings were laced with a pattern of blue streaks that turned parts of the reflected flecks of light into a wide array of dots from turquoise to purple. It was a spectacle Hiccup loved to watch as she knew all too well, and saying that she didn’t enjoy the attention would have been a lie. Even after they reached their goal, the very top of their bell-shaped home, she threw in a few additional beats of her wings, just to bask in the awestruck expression on Hiccup’s face for a little bit longer.

Hiccup stayed in place as she fixed the rope to a looped branch in the ceiling, his wings beating rapidly and his arms raised loosely above his head now. When Astrid flew back in front of him, seeing him like this made her heart beat faster.

"And you're really sure?" she asked yet again. She just needed to hear him consent one more time.

For now, Hiccup wasn't entirely helpless, not yet. He was still able to command the branch to set him free at any moment. But what they'd planned – what he'd asked her for… well, that went a few steps further.

Hiccup's voice was deep and rough but still a beautiful sound as he chuckled. "Yes, I am. You know my limits. And I know that you won't do more than I can take."

A lump formed in Astrid's throat, and she couldn't help but kiss him again, forgetting her role for a moment as she just wanted to be near her companion. As prince of the forest fairies, Hiccup's safety was at constant risk. The fact that he gave her his trust anyway was more precious to her than any of the legendary treasures of his family.

"You know what to do should it get too much after all, right?"

Hiccup took a deep breath and nodded. He closed his eyes and visibly concentrated for a moment until Astrid felt an almost painful pressure inside her chest. Hiccup sending an emergency signal through their soul bond. It didn't even last a heartbeat but it was enough to appease her.

"Good."

She caressed Hiccup's cheek, now falling into her role more comfortably, but he took this off all moments to get cocky again.

"You do know that technically the soul bond isn't supposed to be used as safe words for sexual deviants, right?"

Astrid shrugged, a smirk playing around her lips now. "It works, does it not?"

Again, Hiccup chuckled. "You're unbelievable."

"And you knew what you were in for," she replied, but then turned serious again. "Are you ready?"

He swallowed and nodded. "I'm ready. But… can I look at you?"

Without a word, Astrid flew away a bit to give him a better view. She turned around on the spot, slowly, as her dress turned back into warm light, leaving her naked except for the necklace Hiccup had given her as a token of his love.

"Beautiful," he breathed, with awe written all over his face.

Astrid hovered in the air before him. She enjoyed how his gaze focused on her, how she was able to capture and hold his attention so easily. She knew that it was more than just her body he craved; their souls and lives were irrevocably connected, after all. But seeing that hunger in his eyes, even after all these years, was thrilling nonetheless. She even wiggled her hips and chest to make the light glisten on her skin, thriving on how it made Hiccup suck in a sharp breath.

"And now it's your turn," she purred, her eyes wandering over his body. With his hands above his head, his lean torso was stretched even further, a delicious sight for sure. But even with his bare torso and lust raging in his eyes, he looked still too modest for her taste.

Hiccup didn't take his eyes off her for even a second. The vines and leaves just followed his silent command and pulled back to reveal his body, a sure sign of his power if she'd ever needed one. And, oh, he was so beautiful. All narrow hips and lean muscles, covered by pale skin that was covered in freckles – from head to toe as she knew intimately. His chest was heaving slightly and his cock jutted out full and pulsing between his thighs, begging for attention already.

Astrid let her eyes roam over him for a little longer, then nodded approvingly and flew around to his back.

"Hold on tight," she ordered, and then watched as Hiccup's hands closed around the branch by his hands, holding his weight for now as his wings stilled. Working quickly but thoroughly, she wrapped the loose end of the rope around the base of Hiccup's wings. Once, twice, and a third time before she tied it with a safety knot.

The moment she pulled the rope tight, Hiccup let out a soft grunt and his entire body became lax. His hands slipped off the root, only held up by the rope, but they didn't need to hold his weight anymore anyway. He hung from the muscular base of his wings now, a strong part of every fairy's body but also so vulnerable. Bound like this, Hiccup was effectively sedated now, not in control of his body anymore. Even moving a finger would be difficult, let alone anything else. He was completely at her mercy now, just like he'd wanted to be.

She double-checked the knots, making sure that Hiccup was as safe as he could be bound like this, then circled him again to bring her face in front of his.

"Are you all right, love?" she asked in a soft voice, her hand on his cheek to lift his head. She needed to see his eyes.

She waited for him to blink, once, twice, then she let out a relieved sigh. If he only blinked once or not at all, then she knew something was off. But two times was good.

"And your safety signal?" Again, the dull pressure spread in her chest and she nodded. "Very good."

She leaned in to kiss Hiccup. It was just as much to let them feel each other as it was to mask her emotions, overflowing again with just how much he trusted her, how overwhelming this trust was. And how sexy. Her breath hitched and a single tear ran down her cheek, her love for him stronger than ever.

But this was not the time for her to become emotional. She was in control of him now, of his body and his pleasure. And she would prove that she was worthy of his trust.

Her teeth nipped at Hiccup's lower lip and her hand, buried in his soft but unruly hair, tightened and tugged at his locks. It drew a groan from Hiccup's chest, his cock bobbing at this kind of stimulation.

"You like that, don't you? A little pain to sweeten the pleasure?"

Talking him through it all was part of her role. Hiccup preferred to hear her voice when she bound his wings and his mind like this, even though they’d only done it for shorter periods of time so far. But it was more than just that. It also turned him on to hear her talk like this – and if she was honest, it turned her on, too.

“But you can take more, can’t you?”

Again, she tugged at his hair, hard enough for his head to tilt back. She let go of his lip and latched onto his throat again, biting gently at tender flesh. He groaned again and Astrid hummed in delight.

"Mmh, I love the noises you make, babe. Don't hold them back."

She latched onto his neck more firmly, sucking a bruise to where she could feel his pulse beneath his skin. Hiccup moaned, drawn-out and deep. It made a warm shudder run down her spine, his reaction so primal and true. In his current state, it wasn't his brilliant mind that dictated his actions but only his instincts and reflexes. And she knew that she would never tire of this.

"What do you think?" she asked, giggling slightly after letting go of his neck. "How are your father and the royal court going to react when they see this? The glaring proof of our relationship when they want nothing more than to ignore it." She brushed her fingertips over the dark spot her mouth had left on his skin, her teeth now digging into her own lip. "I've got to say, I like the sight of this on you. I should mark you like this more often. Remind them that we are inevitable."

She brushed a soft kiss over the forming bruise, then floated down his body until her head was level with his chest. Covered in sweat and moving with his heavy breathing, it was tantalising just to look at him, but that would have to wait for another time. Today, Hiccup had asked her to douse him in pleasure mixed with just enough pain to make him lose his mind – and she was eager to comply.

His nipples were sensitive, she knew that. But it still surprised her a little when he let out another deep groan and his cock noticeably bobbed for attention when all she'd done so far was lightly brush her thumbs over the hardened buds. She did it again, watching him closely, and felt warmth pooling in her belly as he shuddered beneath her touch.

“Now, look at these,” she purred. “So ready for me. What do you think, should I pay them a little more attention?”

She fluttered closer and with a smirk playing around her lips brought her mouth to his chest. At first, she only kissed his nipple, her tongue playing with it as her fingers mirrored her pace at its twin. Soon, she became bolder though, fiercer, adding suction and teeth to the game. The way he twisted and shook beneath her touch, it was intoxicating. When she switched sides, biting down on one nipple and twisting the other already more sensitised one, Hiccup even cried out, his cock twitching as if to draw her attention.

“Mmh, and what do we have here? Someone eager to play as it seems.”

After throwing a glance up into Hiccup’s eyes to make sure he was still here with her, she floated down even further, placing a soft kiss to his tip and licking off the string of precum hanging there. Above her, Hiccup whined, his dazed eye fixed on what she was doing.

“But I can only play with you when you can behave,” she mused, one hand closing around his shaft and stroking him slowly. "So let's see how well that works."

She kept the strokes light, slow, and her grip was certainly not as tight as he would have preferred. But that was the point, wasn't it? Hiccup's explicit wish had been for her to keep him at the edge for as long as possible.

And it wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy herself, either. Her pulse was quickening as she played with him, moving her hand up and down his cock and massaging his balls. Every drop of precome she licked or kissed off him, letting her breath brush along his heated flesh. It drew a constant stream of low and increasingly needy whining from Hiccup, but she wouldn't give in this quickly.

"Oh, don't you look delicious like this?" she hummed, biting her lips at the alluring sight in front of her. Hiccup's cock was turning to a darker red, throbbing with need, and a flush creeping up his sweat-covered chest. A part of her just wanted to continue, to watch him come onto her body or maybe to even swallow him down. But that would have to wait for another day.

When she felt that he was getting close despite her slow pace, she stopped. Hiccup groaned in protest but she quickly silenced him with a light kiss.

"No complaining," she breathed. "Or I'll draw it out even longer. I'm sure I could keep this game up all night. What would your father say when you miss tomorrow's meeting? I'd really like to see his face when he comes here to get you and finds you like this." She ran her finger over his lower lip, humming. "But maybe you'll need a little help to hold out? Oh, I know just what to do with you."

She sank down to his cock again, caressing along his bobbing shaft. Then she drew a ray of sunshine from around them and wove it into a tight ring around his cock.

"I know how much you enjoy feeling my solidified light on your skin,” she purred. “But how about this? Do you like this, too? So tight, you won't come as easily now, will you?"

To prove her point, she took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down a few times and sucked hard enough to let him go cross-eyed for a bit.

Back up at face level, she placed her hand to his cheek and waited for his eyes to find her again.

"Are you still all right, love?" she asked in a soothing voice. She still had plans for him today, but if he called it off now then those could wait for another time.

It took a little longer than the first time, but he blinked twice, signalling her that he was okay to go on. Another wave of warmth washed through her and needing a moment, she leaned her forehead against his, basking in this overwhelming sensation of their love and trust. Even with their soulbond, she would never take him or their feelings for granted. They were a gift, to be treasured and valued at any moment.

After giving them a short moment to breathe, she flew around to his back. She let her finger run up his chest and around his shoulders, always keeping contact. Letting him know that she was there, that she was taking care of him.

"I wonder how you're going to take what I have planned next. You always say it feels so intense, almost enough to make you come. I'd really like to see whether that's true now."

Her words, whispered into his ear and with her breath tickling at his neck, made him moan wantonly, and an impish grin spread across Astrid's face. Oh, he knew perfectly well what she meant, didn't he?

With her head still resting against his shoulders, she brought one hand to where the rope was wrapped around his wings. Here at the base, their wings were strong, robust even. But that wasn't the case for every part of them.

Slowly, almost reverently even, she let her fingers glide along his wings, a beautiful pattern of green and brown in all imaginable shades. Just like a forest. The further she moved along, the thinner the wings became, tight skin in vibrant colours at the base and barely more than a delicate shimmer at the tips. And the thinner the wings grew the more sensitive they became.

Hiccup began to tremble when she’d made about two-thirds of the way, another weak moan dropping of his lips. It made Astrid shudder, too. For her, wing stimulation was usually too intense. She enjoyed a brief caress occasionally, to help get her off or as a rather inappropriate teasing when they were in public but nobody was looking. But to enjoy and even ask for prolonged wing stimulation… Well, Hiccup truly was a bit of a masochist when it came to sex.

The farther her fingers moved, the slower they became and the lighter her touch turned. She didn’t want to overwhelm him. Only slowly, she became bolder, encouraged by his needy moans and how he shook when she flicked her fingers against the very tip of his wing.

It was absolutely mesmerising, his reactions, the power she had over him, his trust in her not to go too far. She regularly took small breaks, to give him the chance to catch his breath but also to call their little game quits if he needed too, but he never did. His body was covered in sweat, his lips parted in a constant stream of moans and outcries, and yet he still wanted more.

Astrid felt high, almost as if on drugs just from what he let her do to him. Getting increasingly needy herself, she eventually even brought her mouth to his wings. Her lips ghosted along the translucent membrane, her breath enough to make him nearly sob. Next came her tongue, drawing a damp trail along the lower edges of his bound wings. It made him shake violently, his entire body all but vibrating from the overload of near-painful pleasure.

They both had nearly reached their limit. By now, Astrid needed release just as much as he did. There was only one more thing she wanted to try, something Hiccup had specifically asked for should they ever make it this far.

She felt a little lightheaded as she parted her lips and closed them around the very tip of his wings. Hiccup cried out and his hips pistoned forward, encouraging Astrid. Humming, she suckled on him, and held on to his shoulders and the sturdier parts of his wings to not get thrown off.

Hiccup's reaction was acute. He screamed, shaking with a full-body spasm, and Astrid was sure that, had she not bound his cock with that ray of sunshine, he would indeed have come just from her stimulating his wings. The thought was mind-blowing.

She kept sucking for a few seconds longer before she released him. Again trailing the tips of her fingers around his shoulders, she flew back to his front and took his face into both hands.

"You did well, love," she breathed, her lips only an inch away from his.

Hiccup let out a needy whine. His eyes were unable to focus on anything and yet he tried to give her a pleading look.

Smiling, she ran a thumb over his love lip.

"Very well indeed. I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to come now?"

She watched him closely and even held her breath as he blinked, once, twice.

"All right."

Then she kissed him, hard and passionately. She pressed her body against his, feeling intimately how he shook beneath her touch. He was so tightly wound, so sensitive, it was amazing.

Without letting go of his lips, she wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and ground herself against his erection. Oh, he felt so good! Groaning into his mouth, she moved her hips up and down his length to coat him in her arousal, exhilarating in how that made him twitch against her even more. Then she positioned herself, paused for a little bit longer to drink in the anticipation, and then pushed down on him, taking him in and moaning as the intensity of the moment made her see stars.

Once that first moment was over, however, she began to move for real. Neither of them was in the mood for a slow start, and so she set an almost brutal pace right away, her legs, hips, and wings working to fuck herself on his cock, hard. Hiccup again nearly screamed, the sound muffled by her mouth on his.

With a smirk, she drew back, her pace slowing down a bit. “What do you say, should I draw it out a little bit longer?”

Hiccup keened; he was desperate for release by now.

Her smirk turned into a softer smile. “No, you’re right. You’ve waited long enough and been so good, too. You deserve your reward now.”

With nothing but a thought, she made the ring of sunlight around his cock dissolve into thin air and increased her efforts again, bucking against him as hard and fast as she could and working her muscles to clench around him in addition. Within only seconds, she could feel him swell and throb inside her, his noises becoming more and more frantic until her efforts hurled him over the edge.

His orgasm was powerful, even Astrid could see that. Hiccup was screaming with his release, and his legs – his entire body really – spasmed with the onslaught of pleasure. His eyes nearly roll back into his head and the cords at his neck stood out tightly as his head rocked from one side to the other in a frenzied search for a further outlet. And she could feel him, his come so warm inside her and soiling their joining as she kept moving, riding him through his orgasm, and she only stopped when pleasant aftershocks threatened to turn into painful overstimulation.

After lifting herself off him, Astrid took Hiccup’s face in both her hands, cradling him, and breathed a soft yet intense kiss to his lips.

“I love you!”

Then she flew higher to free his hands before she moved to his back to loosen the rope around his wings.

“Okay, babe, I’m going to release you now. But don’t worry; I know that you can’t fly yet. I’ve got you.”

She wrapped one arm around his middle and removed the final loop of rope. It made him drop and put all his weight on her arms, the second one quickly joining the one around his chest. As careful as possible with her valuable charge, Astrid flew down and to the side until they landed on their large bed in its alcoves at one of the sides of their home. Then she took a moment to catch her breath. She was strong, physically, stronger than many others of their people, but carrying a fully grown person like a dead weight was still not easy.

Then she grabbed the soft blanket from the foot of their bed and wrapped it around Hiccup’s naked and slightly shivering form.

“How are you, babe?” she asked, lovingly caressing along his face. “Are you okay?”

Hiccup gave a weak moan but still made an effort to lean into her touch, smiling at the contact. “Mmh, fine,” he mumbled, then grimaced slightly. “Just my back’s a lil’ sore.”

“Well, I can help with that.” Chuckling slightly, Astrid helped him roll onto his front and, straddling his thighs, started to methodically massage the tension out of his back. It had carried the brunt of his weight and all his twisting and writhing, no wonder it needed special attention now. She avoided touching his wings, of course, and used an oil specially harvested by Hiccup himself, usually used to help against the pain in his amputated left leg. Warmed to a comfortable degree by her sun magic, he soon all but melted into the sheets beneath her, humming in pure satisfaction.

“Mmh, that was… absolutely fantastic.” His voice was slurred, as if he was close to drifting off into sleep.

Astrid lay down next to him, watching him with love and warmth thrumming in her chest. “I’m glad it worked out as you’d hoped it would.”

Hiccup chuckled weakly. “‘s was even better than I’d hoped,” he mumbled. But then he cracked one eye open to look at her again, a trace of concern in his forest green eye. “Except one thing. What about you? I mean, I was pretty much out of it, but… but you didn’t come, right?”

Humming, she let her head swing from one side to the other. “No, I didn’t. But... well, I don’t need to. I’m fine.” And she truly was. The mental and emotional satisfaction of watching Hiccup in this vulnerable-turned-feral state – it was something else, something mere physical pleasure could never give her.

Hiccup seemed to read the truth of her words in her eyes for he nodded with a soft smile and closed his eye again. “That’s good,” he muttered, almost inaudibly quiet. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you. Tomorrow…”

When she blinked the next time, Hiccup had fallen asleep. With a satisfied hum, Astrid cuddled to his side beneath the blanket and closed her eyes as well. She was looking very forward to the fulfilment of this promise.

[bibubi]

Happy birthday Draco Malfoy!  🐍 🍏 👱‍♂️ 💛

I wrote a short story because of this occasion. I hope you will like it. 

I recommend the story to two of my favorite writers (  @lovesbitca8  @senlinyu​ ).

“But first, breakfast.”

A warm tropical breeze fluttered the curtains – bringing with it the heavy scent of hibiscus flowers – as Draco stirred awake, squinting against the early morning sun. Glancing to the clock on the nightstand, he saw that it was barely past five, but Draco felt more awake – more alive – than he’d ever felt in his entire life. And it had everything to do with the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms. With her long, tanned limbs tangled up with his as a single white sheet draped over both of them, Draco felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He couldn’t believe that they were finally married. It still felt like a dream. Like any minute, he’d wake up and be that same twentytwo year old lad who didn’t know what true love felt like; who sang songs about falling in love but had no idea of the beauty awaiting him; who didn’t know what he was missing until it turned his whole world upside down.

Because that’s what Hermione had done – turn his world upside down, that is. She was, and always would be, one of the kindest, wittiest, and most beautiful witch he had ever known. She put others first but never let anyone take advantage of her. She would put you in your place in a heartbeat – something she’d done to Draco many times over the past three years. He honestly thought Hermione hated him because of what he did to her at the Hogwarts. But after the war everything changed.

And now, here she was, lying in his arms as she slept peacefully. Draco felt like he should pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Because, for some reason, Hermione felt the same way about Draco as he did her. And yesterday, on his birthday, in front of all their friends and family, she had promised to love him forever. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to make sure she never regretted that promise.

Loving each other had come easy; the rest of it had not.

Draco had been terrified of losing Hermione in the early years. His past was always there and lot of people don't see a change in him. But Hermione proved that she was willing to fight for him, even when he wasn’t sure he deserved it. Time and time again, she’d shown him just how much he meant to her, and Draco would be forever grateful for the miracle that was Hermione’s love. Despite the tears, the heartache, the complete outrage she felt at times, she’d never turned her back on Draco because of his past and all it entailed.

She understood what others had not. Hermione owned a piece of Draco’s heart that nothing – and no one – else could ever lay claim to.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Hermione mumbled sleepily, her warm breath giving Draco goosebumps where it ghosted across the bare skin of his chest. “It’s weird.”

“You’re weird,” Draco teased playfully, running the callused pads of his fingers down the soft skin of her back – from the mole on her left shoulder down to the starburst birthmark just above the base of her spine. It was a path his lips had long since memorized.

“Is that any way to talk to your wife?” Hermione huffed in feigned outrage, her lilting smile betraying her true emotions as she peeked up at him with her beautiful chocolate colored eyes. His wife. Two words he would never tire of hearing.

“My humblest apologies, Mrs. Malfoy,” Draco smirked. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Well, Mr. Malfoy, stop speaking like that, for one,” Hermione laughed. “And breakfast would be nice.”

Draco leaned down, smiling into the kiss he pressed to Hermione’s lips. “Mmm…breakfast does sound nice,” he mumbled against her mouth. But Draco wasn’t really thinking about breakfast as he rolled them over, peppering sloppy kisses down Hermione’s neck and across her chest, his hands roaming up and down her sides before settling on her hips.

“Draco, I’m serious,” she moaned, her hands wrapping around fistfuls of blanket as his lips trailed further down her chest. Draco smirked before taking one of her breasts in his mouth, watching in satisfaction as Hermione’s head pressed into the pillows beneath her, her back arching up in pleasure as his tongue blazed a path towards her belly button. He hummed happily against her stomach as Hermione’s fingers found their way to his hair, tugging lightly in silent instruction. He brought his lips back up to hers, her tongue licking greedily into his mouth as she angled to flip them over so she was back on top.

Hermione sat up, straddling his waist as she stared down at him, a satisfied smile settling on her sinfully pink lips. “I really am hungry,” she laughed, clambering off him before Draco realized what was happening. She was halfway out of the bedroom before Draco even sat up, swinging his feet off the bed. He chased after her, following the sounds of her echoing footsteps as he made his way through the unfamiliar rental house, not really having paid attention to the layout the night before.

He almost tripped when his foot caught on the trousers he’d abandoned at the top of the stairs less than twelve hours ago, but he managed to catch himself in time, keeping his eyes glued for any other items of clothing strewn across his path as he hurried to catch up with Hermione. He spotted her rounding the corner as he reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes sparkling in amusement as she glanced back and saw him staring appreciatively at her bum.

He caught up with her in the hallway leading to the kitchen, his strong arms wrapping around her as both of them laughed breathlessly. “You weren’t lying,” Draco mumbled against the sensitive skin of Hermione’s neck as her stomach grumbled with hunger. “Let’s get you some food.”

The kitchen had been stocked prior to their arrival, so Draco went directly to the cupboards, pulling out all of the dry ingredients necessary to make pancakes whilst Hermione went to the refrigerator and pulled out the wet ingredients, as well as various fruits they would use as toppings. “You know, I think naked breakfast is my favorite,” Draco mused cheekily as Hermione busied herself locating a cutting board.

“Well, we could’ve done it more often if you ever remembered to close the curtains at yours,” Hermione laughed as Draco dodged the blueberry she tossed playfully at his head.

“Can I get that in writing?” Draco teased, wrapping his arms around Hermione’s middle as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Hermione popped a piece of strawberry in her mouth, smiling as she went to press a kiss to Draco’s cheek in reply. He turned to catch her lips with his at the last second, and Draco could taste the sweet tartness of the strawberry as he deepened the kiss, breakfast all but forgotten as he spun Hermione around – pressing their hips together as he trapped her against the cool granite countertop.

Hermione’s hands slid down to Draco’s hipbones as he sponged kisses down her neck, the small noises of contentment escaping her lips bringing a smug smirk to his as he sucked at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Draco would never get tired of this – getting to kiss Hermione, that is. Kissing her was effortless. He always felt everything, and nothing, all at once. And with the way he had her body pressed against his, each slight movement was a flash of brilliant friction, leaving his mind dizzy even after all these years.

Hermione began to scatter feather light kisses across Draco’s collarbones, his breath releasing in a hiss when her hands inched lower, teasing him as they danced from his hipbones to inner thighs. “Mmm…”she mumbled against his neck, dragging her hands up to rest on Draco’s chest, her nails tapping a beat similar to the one he could feel thudding in his chest. “Just think about all the fun we can have…after you make me breakfast.” Draco was so flustered, that he didn’t have time to brace himself as she pushed against his chest, causing him to stumble back against the cool metal of the refrigerator. That snapped him back to reality like a harsh kick to the gut.

“Fine,” he sighed, his feigned pout earning an eye roll from Hermione as he walked back over to continue making the pancake batter he had abandoned, halfprepared.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Well, I should hope so,” Hermione laughed as she resumed chopping strawberries. “You did marry me, after all.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Draco smiled. “I guess that makes me the lucky one.”

“And don’t you forget that.”

“Oi! You’re supposed to say something sweet back,” Draco whined playfully.

“If I did that, I wouldn’t be the girl you fell in love with.” Draco laughed as Hermione wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him.

They finished their breakfast prep with minimal interruption – a few stolen kisses and teasing taste tests aside – and Draco began ladling pancake batter onto the hot griddle as Hermione sat on a stool in front of the breakfast bar, sipping a mug of freshlybrewed coffee. “You know, this might just be my favorite view in the world,” Hermione sighed happily from where she was sat behind Draco. He nodded in agreement as he stared out the window to his left, a vast expanse of white sand and impossibly blue water meeting his gaze.

“It’s quite beautiful,” he acknowledged, turning back to the task before him so he didn’t burn the pancakes.

“S’not what I was admiring.” Draco jumped as Hermione’s coffeewarmed hands slid up his chest and her lips pressed against his shoulder with her mumbled confession. He swallowed harshly as he flipped the pancakes on the griddle, the spatula slipping from his hands as Hermione’s inched dangerously lower.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hermione laughed, the throaty vibrations tickling against Draco’s back. “Am I distracting you?”

“Nno,” Draco grimaced at the way his voice cracked like a teenager.

“Good, wouldn’t want you to ruin breakfast and have to start over,” Hermione teased. It took all of Draco’s concentration to finish cooking the pancakes on the griddle – Hermione never ceasing with her roaming hands and playful nips and kisses sponged along the expanse of Draco’s back. As soon as the last pancake was removed from the hot surface to the awaiting plate, Draco spun around, catching Hermione’s lips with his as she gasped into his mouth. She tasted like hazelnut coffee and strawberries and Draco thought he would never need to eat again; he could simply feed off the energy he felt whenever he held Hermione like this. He always felt like his whole body was on fire, ready to jump out of his skin, when those soft little moans of pleasure slipped from her and he knew it was all his doing.

“God, I love you,” he sighed happily as he pulled back to grin at her lazily, resting his forehead on hers, both their chests heaving as they tried to replace the oxygen they’d been denying themselves as they got caught up in one another.

“Love you, more,” Hermione bit her lip as she peered up at Draco through her eye lashes, the sultry look in her eyes doing nothing to calm his racing heart.

“Impossible,” Draco whispered against her lips.

“Nope,” Hermione argued, sucking on his bottom lip gently. “And, I’ll spend forever proving it if I have to.”

“But first, breakfast.”

[succulentsunrise]

Where the Fire Lilies Grow

Content: SFW!

Time to see how far Tani gets in the Royal Knights Exam!! 

Also, a guest appearance of @thoughtfullyrainynightmare‘s Solara Equinox! She is so cool, I couldn’t help but have her here (with her permission, ofc!!) 🥰

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Chapter 4: The Trial

“You learn something valuable from all of the significant events and people, but you never touch your true potential until you challenge yourself to go beyond imposed limitations.” Roy T. Bennett

“They don’t seem to be taking the bait,” Tani remarked quietly.

The group had been holed up behind the remnants of a ruin for quite a while now, all slightly scattered in preparation for an ambush. The forest behind them provided some cover for them as well. They had chosen these further away ruins in anticipation of the other team advancing on them, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“Anyone have any detection abilities?” Adrastea asked, her eyes scanning the area.

Gamma shook his head decisively.

“If we were in a more fiery environment, perhaps,” he started, but shook his head again. “No, no.”

“I could try to locate them, but it would take a considerable chunk of my mana,” Tani offered hesitantly.

In such a large area, using the spell would drain most of her mana, probably. Unless one of the other group’s members used water magic while she was using hers, she’d have to go through the whole area slowly and carefully.

“Do it,” Adrastea snapped, her brow furrowed. “We are on a time limit.”

Tani gave her a glare, but dropped on her knees to the ground.

“You better protect the crystal then. This will take a while - and suppress your mana.”

She placed both of her hands on the ground and took a deep breath. Nature was her element, her home. She could do this.

“「The Thirst of the Cacti」,” Tani spoke, drawing on her mana to create a fat spine of a cactus. Its roots rumbled to the earth, vanishing from sight.

Still, she could feel them moving underground, seeking, being drawn onto mana signals. She was grateful for the silence and tension around her, as her teammates waited for results. Tani concentrated on the roots as they stretched beyond their natural limits in their thirst. They would only stop growing once they found what they were looking for. The more mana she poured into it, the longer the roots spread. Then - water. Yes, she could sense water.

“They are doing something to the east of us. In the forest on the other side of the battlefield, I believe,” Tani informed her team quickly. “One of them is a water mage. My roots picked up his magic. Gamma, can you throw that far?”

“Not in a million years,” the blonde boy answered, glancing towards the eastern parts.

“Let’s move forward, to the ruins in the middle,” Adrastea suggested, wrapping silken scarves around the crystal to both protect and move it.

“I should be able to hit them from there,” Gamma confirmed, also getting up.

Tani held a hand above her cactus, looking fondly at it. It would have to wither now without a source of mana, unfortunately. She moved to be behind Adrastea, protecting the rear while Gamma took the front. They moved quickly. They’d have to hope the other three hadn’t noticed anything, or otherwise Gamma’s projectiles wouldn’t be able to hit them. They duck behind another wall, this time all together.

“「Silken Embrace」,” Adrastea chanted, wrapping further layers of silk around the crystal.

It looked more like a cocoon than a crystal by now. Gamma lifted himself up to the wall of the ruins without much trouble. Tani quickly entwined her fingers and cast another spell: 「Ginseng Gaze」. From her fingers flew red, star-shaped petals of a ginseng flower, entwining together into a plant. She gave it to the blonde boy, who tucked it behind his ear.

“What’s--oh!” he started, but stopped as he seemed to realize its effects.

“It’s helping you work with your mana,” Tani still explained. “You should have better control over your abilities.”

At least she hoped it did. Icree went on and on about how she should learn about other types of magic so that her magic could support them better. Knowing is stronger than any amount of mana, Icree kept telling her. Tani had only ever augmented her friends’ abilities. It had been a little bit of trial-and-error-thing even then. A giant mass of hot magma suddenly appeared in Gamma’s hand, as the boy smiled widely. He stood on the wall now, a wave of heat pulsing from his magic. There was no doubt that he was a noble with an intense pool of mana. Gamma jumped onto another segment of the wall, at the same time twisting his body and throwing the blazing chunk of molten lava and rock towards the forest. The impact was devastating: trees fell from a large area where it hit, and Tani could swear the earth itself rumbled a little.

“I missed, but I can see them now,” Gamma commented cheerfully, hopping behind the wall again. “My attack’s still sloppy, the captain’s going to kill me if she sees it.”

“I’ll go--” Adrastea began, but the boy shook his head.

“I won’t miss next time,” he said confidently. “But I can’t promise I won’t hit you by accident.”

Tani peeked at the other group that was running back to the cover of the trees. They were protecting the crystal with water magic, clearly planning to counter the powerful fire-based magic that Gamma was using.

“Could you two work together? They are protecting the crystal with water now. If you could combo--”

“Absolutely not,” Adrastea scoffed, glaring at Gamma.

The boy simply jumped back on top of the wall and conjured another ball of magma. Tani could see that he was trying to shape it into something of a spear, but his control wasn’t good enough for it. With almost frustration and anger, Gamma threw the malformed chunk at the other party. It was rather terrifying, especially when Tani knew he didn’t have good control of it. That kind of a magic could easily kill. Another impact shook the ground beneath their feet. It was a small enough shake to make her wonder if she wasn’t just imagining it.

“Crystal destroyed!” a voice bellowed in the air - the announcement of their victory.

Gamma looked back at them proudly, not seemingly even tired after the two throws. He had easily pierced through whatever watery barricade had been erected before the crystal. Tani swept her face with her sleeve, drying the sweat that had formed there. She’d have to recharge before the next battle. She had very little mana left after all that. They returned to the platform together, the wind up there bringing a welcoming breeze to Tani’s face. She was worried. They would be going against Eric’s team next, that was for sure. Gamma and Adrastea were becoming more and more unwilling to work with each other, and their attributes were incompatible. Gamma’s magma could easily burn her flowers or Adrastea’s silk. Tani couldn’t help but feel like she shouldn’t be the one making strategies in this group. She wasn’t good at them.

“Good luck, Ben!” she heard Gamma wish someone.

A blonde, middle-aged man with quite fuzzy sideburns waved at them. He had a calm posture, smiling back at Gamma.

“Be careful who you wish good luck,” the man answered. “We might fight each other next.”

“Bring it on!”

Tani would have loved to sit down somewhere, but everyone else was standing. She withdrew to her shell, not taking part in discussions and barely looking at the fights. Magic clashed against magic, the battlefield changed in front of her eyes, and the first match-up finished. She could feel her mana returning ever so slowly, trickling back. She wouldn’t have enough for the next fight. By now it was clear - they would face Eric’s team. That team also had Ben, Gamma’s squadmate. They’d know two attributes from the team, but that was no advantage. Eric and Ben knew their attributes as well. On the changed battlefield, another battle began. Tani was too dazed to concentrate on it. She only noticed Gamma leave from her side quietly to meet with the just returning young lord Vermillion. Leopold Vermillion was the younger brother of Fuegoleon and Mereleona Vermillion, a talented fire mage in his own right. He had the characteristic orange hair, as well as the red markings around his eyes - similar to the ones his siblings had. Gamma spoke with the young Lord for a brief moment, both serious and swift about it. The time between Tani’s first and next battle felt too short, even if the pause stretched further. With her captain’s battle quickly finished, Tani and her group were thrown back into the battlefield, off to face Ben, Eric and their third team member. Brad was a brown-haired member of the Coral Peacocks. He looked a bit more nervous than the calm Ben and confident Eric. As they separated to their respective places, Tani turned to her team once more.

“Eric uses sand magic,” she told them honestly, giving them a worried glance.

“Ben has very nice copper magic,” Gamma shared in turn. “He has excellent control over it. I can’t wait to fight him!”

Adrastea looked like she was fuming inside.

“I’m not going to stay on the sidelines this time!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I need to show that I am a capable Magic Knight, and I can’t do that if you two do all the work.”

Tani grimaced. That would mean fighting in close-quarters.

“I can protect the crystal, but I’m really--”

“Good!”

“Wait, I’m fine if you want to go for the crystal this time, but--”

No sooner than the announcer had begun the match, Adrastea disappeared in a glimpse of an eye, the light blue silks floating in the air.

“Sorry, that might be my fault,” Gamma apologized, looking at the battlefield.

“Nevermind that,” Tani answered, frustrated. “Let’s find a defensible spot.”

There was a small elevated platform not far from them, which seemed to have some kind of a small mining cavern. They retreated there, with Gamma creating a wall of magma behind which they hid their crystal. It wasn’t the best creation, and likely anyone who would find them would be able to figure out it was behind the molten rock wall - but it was the best they could do for the time being. There were two entrances to the small cavern: one that connected to another platform through a bridge, and another one that led to a small ledge. Each of them guarded one of the entrances, nervously glancing at each other. Minutes went by slowly and painfully. Almost a quarter had passed when Gamma spoke up.

“I could go scout around a bit.”

“I’m--well, sure,” Tani answered hesitantly, looking at the magma wall.

Surely it would stand, even if she herself had very little mana to speak of. She nodded to Gamma still once more, and retreated closer to the wall. The blonde boy moved to the ledge, and disappeared from sight. It didn’t take long for Tani to hear a sound of impact. Gamma had clearly met someone out there.

“「Ginseng Gaze」,” she muttered impatiently, growing the same red ginseng flower and attaching it to her belt.

“Did you sense me, or are you just being careful?” a voice suddenly asked.

Tani looked to the entrance that led to the bridge. Eric was standing there, the light brown hair being tousled by the wind.

“I think you might be hiding the crystal,” he continued. “Which is silly, considering everyone knows you can’t attack.”

“Just come at me already,” Tani answered, glancing to the other entrance.

She couldn’t sense her teammates anywhere closeby. She drew out her sword. Eric moved his hands to create a missile of sand, which she deftly dodged. It hit the magma wall with a dull impact sound. Then, a little crack.

“Not a very strong wall!” the brunette man exclaimed, starting to throw his magic more rapidly.

“「Ginkgo’s Embrace」,” Tani shouted over him, holding her hands in front of her as fists.

Strong branches with fan-like leaves appeared around the man, clutching onto him and pushing him down. Her hands were shaking as she was holding onto the last ripples of her mana. The pool was empty, and she could see the sand gathering around Eric. This spell was one of her newest ones, and she didn’t have proper hold of it yet. On top of that, she didn’t have the energy to uphold it. Every trash that Eric managed weakened the branches. It didn’t take long for him to break free and continue his barrage of sand missiles. Though Tani attempted to block them with her sword, the power of it sent her against the magma wall itself. No matter how much she struggled, she had no mana, and she had no teammates to come rescue her. The shattering noise behind her marked the shattering of her dreams and her resolve.

“Crystal destroyed!”

Eric held his hand to her in an uncharacteristically friendly fashion. Tani took it quietly, letting him help her to her feet.

“Good fight,” he said confidently.

“Yeah,” she answered flatly, trying to answer his smile.

They walked outside together, looking around for their team members. Gamma and Ben appeared quickly, laughing together. They were both a bit scorched. Seemingly they had had a good fight. Tani sighed, and began to approach the viewing platform again. The quick steps of the younger boy reached her quickly, as Gamma sped up to walk with her.

“Adrastea was super close to breaking the other crystal,” he complained cheerfully. “She wasn’t a good match for the other guy, though - I saw him use fire as well.”

“Did you try to go help her?”

Small shame rose to the boy’s cheeks.

“No, I was having too much fun fighting with Ben,” he confessed.

“Can’t you fight him outside of competitions?” Tani asked rather sharply.

“Not recently. He is heaps ahead of me. When the captain takes us to the hot springs, he is there in an instant!”

“What does that mean? What hot springs?”

“In the strong mana region, there’s this mountain trail,” Gamma explained eagerly. “It's a really hot area - the air burns your lungs and you sweat like a pig just by standing there. The top part spews continuously lava, but during night it turns into a sweet hot spring! Captain Mereleona takes us there to practise controlling our mana skin.”

“I see,” Tani answered thoughtfully, avoiding looking at the boy for a little while.

It could be a chance to meet the Captain, couldn’t it?

“You have trouble holding up your mana skin?” she inquired carefully.

“Yep!” Gamma nodded. “Because my control is so poor, it takes me forever to climb up the mountain, and it’s a hellish journey. If I had one of your flowers, I’m sure it’d be easier.”

“If your captain takes outsiders, I wouldn’t mind that type of training myself.”

Gamma, hearing this, clapped his hands together excitedly.

“That’s a great idea! You can train me, and I can train you!” he said happily. “Even if we wouldn’t get chosen this time, there’s always the next one!”

They had reached the top of the platform once again, and Gamma sprinted towards other members of the Crimson Lion Kings. She could see the young Vermillion lord there with someone else: a woman around her own age, with beautiful sun-kissed hair and forest green eyes. The woman had a warm smile on her lips as she spoke with Leopold Vermillion. Tani was certain she had not seen that person before, but that was true for many people of the Kingdom. She simply stood by as Gamma went to talk to them. Once more, it didn’t take long for the blonde boy to come back.

“Leo seems to think it would be fine,” he said in an overly casual manner. “I’ll still need to suggest it to Captain Mereoleona.”

“Thank you, Gamma,” Tani said quietly, glancing at the other group again. “Who is that person with him?”

“Oh, her? She’s Solara,” Gamma told her happily. “A good friend of the captain.”

Tani nodded, stealing another glance at the strawberry blonde woman. She seemed like a gentle person. If Tani was any braver and not already tired from the day of fighting, she’d go introduce herself. Today, however, she had no energy. She could barely follow the rest of the battles. When Adrastea came to them and apologized for her behaviour, Tani had no mental energy to even try to advise her for the future. She watched Adrastea and Gamma make amends, though there was still tension between them. At least the knight of the Blue Rose seemed to realize that her leaving them alone had caused some trouble. As soon as the battle ended, Tani promised to be in touch with the other two, and walked home. Not just the dorms of the Azure Deer, but home.

The simple house was on the outskirts of Kikka, with a small garden on its side. No one was home when Tani stepped in - both of her parents and sister worked in the mines near Kikka, and they worked long days. She herself had worked in those mines before she had passed the entrance exam and became a Knight. She walked the small corridor to the spacious living room, and fell to the sofa. She was tired and she was sad. The only hope she held on now was that someone had noticed her efforts, or that at least she’d get to know the mysterious Mereoleona Vermillion as a consequence. She felt a bang of guilt - was she simply using Gamma to get to know his captain? No, she’d make sure that she would help the young boy too. Tani lifted her arm over her eyes and welcomed the darkness it brought to her. Sleep did not come instantly, but slowly.

Now all that was left to do was wait for the results.