#I screeched so loud and bounced around when I saw this

[cherry-leclerc]

true temptation ☆ cl16

genre: sainz!reader, humor, nnn (mommy, i can explain), smut, fluff, whipped!charles, established relationship

word count: 2k

Your boyfriend makes a decision to participate in NNN, but immediately regrets it when he realizes just how difficult it is to stay away from you. 

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, fingering

req!... probably the longest drabble i’ve done so far, but i hope you all enjoy! 

“You’re never going to last.”

The Monegasque’ eyes challenge you as you stand there unimpressed, hands on your hips. It had all started with him barging in on you and calling an ‘emergency couple’s meeting’.

Pacing the room, he goes back and forth, mumbling slowly, as if creating a plan up in his head. As far as you’re concerned, he was never going to actually do it. The man was obsessed with you. 

“Have a little faith in me,” he groans, hands brushing his hair back in despair. 

His so called - ‘emergency’ -  was that he would be taking part in No Nut November. No kissing. No sex. 

Or anything remotely related to it.

Walking up to him, you pat his chest. His hands find their way down to your waist, doe eyes staring back up at him.

“I will… But I’m going to make your head spin.”

-

He started off strong. He even felt a bounce in his step when he entered Ferrari Hospitality; he swore he felt like he was walking on sunshine. 

“You’re actually doing it?” 

Joris, too, had no hope for his friend. He had seen the way the green eyed boy would cling onto you as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. The way he talked about you, even when you weren’t around. 

“Oui. Why? Do you not think it’s a good idea?”

His friend tilts his head to the side as he thinks about it for a minute. “Not sure. All I know is that your and Pierre’s bet on who can last longer is never going to end up good. You can’t even go a single second without kissing her!”

“He said he could last longer than me? I have to prove him wrong….” His mind slips over to the last part. “I can live without her kisses for a month. It’ll be fine.”

The Ferrari driver makes his way to his team, properly analyzing what faults his car had and how he can make the best out of it. Frustrated, Charles rubs his eyes. 

“I will do the best I can, but I can’t promise a podium. Not with a car like this.”

Taking notes, Xavi nods as he walks away. “Hi, Xavi!” The sound of your voice instantly makes him ease up as he searches for you. His jaw goes slack.

“What are you wearing?”

Smiling wide with eyes crinkled, you rush over to him. “It’s only a dress.”

But it wasn’t just a dress. He knows you did it on purpose, wearing the little black dress he had last fucked you in. It’s the way it fans your thighs as the wind gently teases anyone passing by. 

“You’re supposed to be on my team. Are we really going to let Kika and Pierre win?”

Rolling your eyes, you tippy toe, naturally about to kiss him, but stop yourself before you do. He frowns. 

“You are sooo right!” You comedically screech as you slap your hands against your cheeks. “I do want us to win! Forget the kiss, my mistake.”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. 

“You’re a fucking nightmare.”

-

He’s a week in and he’s finally starting to lose his grip.

“You’re sweating buckets, mate,” Daniel points out as he lets out a loud laugh, doing a muppet dive. Charles unbuttons his collared shirt. 

“It’s the heat, it’s the heat.”

The Aussie furrows his eyebrows and he raises a hand up to feel the air. Light breeze. Shivering, you strut over to your boyfriend. 

“Can we leave? It’s getting too cold.”

And he hates the way that dress clings onto your body, your figure being completely shown off. Nothing but dirty thoughts have entered his mind from the moment he first saw you. 

“Sure.”

Kicking off your heels, you throw yourself onto the bed, face first. Shooo tirefff, you mumble against the sheets. He purposefully takes a seat across from you, knowing he’d be tempted to cross the line if he didn’t. 

Tossing over, you reach out for him. And he’s about to turn you down, but he notices the way your nose is painted pink - your cheeks, too - and soft, tired eyes meeting his. His heart melts at the sight. So, he reminds himself that a hug with his girlfriend is nothing bad.

Climbing onto his lap, you dig your face into his chest, short dress riding up. He physically has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan. Instead, he traces his fingers up and down your spine. You shudder.

“Are you sure we can’t fuck, Charlie?”

Right there, is his breaking point. He’s ready to kiss you, finger you, eat you out, fuck you, anything. But you giggle teasingly as you pull back, a wicked smile drawn. 

“Whoops. Never mind.”

-

He’s known you wouldn’t make this easy on him. It’s almost as if you’ve made it your mission to screw with his head - and while he would normally love it - in this case, it was killing him.

Dance with me, you would beg him and you sway in front of him. It was a rare moment of it just being you two, so naturally, you took advantage of it. You showered, did your skincare, watched a movie, but the moment you heard Sparks by Coldplay echoing from his phone, you immediately jumped up like a bunny.

Then, his heart would melt, and melt, and melt - and melt some more. It would only be a reminder of what a perfect match you both were. He would memorize your face once again; no makeup, eyebags due to long travels with him, a small cut on the bridge of your nose from earlier when Lando had accidentally hit you with his frisbee, pink lips he so desperately missed. 

He would oblige, the way you knew he would. He found home within you as you would both sway, your feet on top of his as he would lead you both, you having to do nothing but close your eyes and feel his heartbeat. And it was so sweet to know that it was only yours.

I love you, he would remind you as if he didn’t already tell you a million times before. As if it were a way to make up for all this. And you would say-

“I know.”

-

“How are you keeping up?” 

The Frenchman smiles proudly as he takes a sip of water. “I’m actually doing fine. You?”

Charles gulps, green eyes following to where you stand next to Kika.

“Good.”

-

“It’s actually not that hard.” 

Kika and you had been touching up on your boyfriend's challenge. She would say it as if it were the easiest thing. You slump against your chair.

“That’s not fair… Mine has the most beautiful face ever!”

“Hey!”

You squeal as she aims a pillow at you. I’m sorry! The Portuguese laughs too, sticking her tongue out. You sigh. “I do miss him, though.”

“Yeah…”

“Have we seriously just been talking about how horny we are?”

“Don’t say it like that!” She bites her lip. “We have.”

“Why did they ever think this was going to be a good idea?”

Propping her arm against the table, she beams. “It’s not, but I heard from Pierre about how much Charles is struggling.” You groan.

“Yeah, well that’s nothing but his own fault.”

-

It’s now been 2 weeks and he’s already given up. His pleads were convincing. 

C’mon, baby. Let me fuck you.

It’s been too long. I miss the way you taste.

But you stood your ground. 

“No, no, no.” You shook your head, running away. Seeing Carlos, you hide behind him. “You brought this onto yourself! Now you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Confused, Carlos questions you both on what you’re talking about. It’s just that your sister won’t let me-

“Stop! That’s my brother!”

The Monegasque shrugs as Carlos turns to you. What is he talking about? Your face burns up as you brush him off. “Nada, nada - he’s just being a jerk.” And so, he believes it and walks away, too tired to deal with any of it.

 You let out a squeal when Charles plunges towards you. He picks you up, carrying you to his motorhome.

“Let go!”

Dropping you onto his small bed, he stares down at you like a lion salivating over their prey. You suppress a whimper, clamming your legs shut. He raises a brow.

“You’re telling me you don’t want the same thing I do? I promise I’ll do it just the way you like it.”

Closing your eyes, you can picture it. You can feel him already, pressed up against you. You do want it, you do. Opening your eyes, you shake your head. 

“Just two more weeks to go.”

-

“We lost.” Taken aback, you snort. What do you mean? Your friend blushes before dragging you to the corner. “I mean that last night Pierre and I went out for dinner and one thing led to another and-”

“Okay, okay, I caught on!”

Giggling, she shimmies her shoulders towards you. “What are you going to do?” You pout as you stare back blankly. She sighs. “I’m talking about you and Charles! I mean you both already won - you could do whateverrrr you want.”

Stuttering, you cough before saying, “You made it loud and clear, thank you very much.”

-

Shivering, you climb into the passenger's seat of his Pista as you thank him for opening and closing your door. As soon as he climbs in, he turns on the heater. The Monaco streets were lonely, everyone already in their homes, sheltering from the light rain that had picked up.

“You want to pull over?”

You sound so sweet asking that he almost thinks he’s hallucinating or that any second now you’re going to surprise him with a, just kidding!

But he quickly could tell you weren’t and he doesn’t want to let the moment slip away. Not when he’s been waiting for so long. Screw it if he lost.

Pulling over on the side of an isolated street, he hauls you onto his lap. You thank the universe for skirts. Pushing your panties aside, his long fingers slide against your wet folds. You let out a wail.

“Fuck, you don’t know how I’ve missed hearing you.” He slides two fingers in. “Feeling you.”

Dazed, you find yourself grinding on his fingers. Every single time they would brush against your g-spot, you would kiss him harder. He slips them out, bringing them up to his lips. 

And he moans in a way you’ve never heard before. So fucking sweet. Blushing, you lean in to kiss him. You can still taste yourself.

“Charles, please - do something.”

Never during your entire relationship has he ever fucked you as hard as he did that day. His grip on your waist hurt, but it hurt so good. His cock would continuously brush against where you needed him the most, so much so, he left you seeing stars. Drooling all over him, you hold onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down rapidly.

“So tight – So warm.” He chokes when you ground your hips deeper. “So fucking good.”

Then, he finishes inside of you. His fingers slide down to your clit as he rubs it. You finish with a loud cry. Kissing you one last time, he slaps your ass. You scowl playfully.

“Admit it - you’ve missed it, too.”

-

“Just a few more weeks and you would have won!” Pierre clicks his tongue before kicking his legs up against the table in front of him. Charles rolls his eyes.

“I’m never doing that again.”

Kika smacks the Frechman’s thigh. “You both lost, remember? Only, you did before him.” The Monegasque quickly springs up.

“You’re saying we won?”

“You’re acting as if this were the fucking Olympics, Cha.” You drag him by the arm to sit back down as he starts celebrating his ‘accomplishment of the year’.

“What are we clapping about?”

Your brother strolls over to an open seat as he opens up a water bottle. Hurriedly, you screech, “Nothing! Only that the season is almost over-”

“He’s yapping about how he won No Nut November, except, he didn’t. 2 weeks and fucking does not count.”

“You did what?”

Jumping up, Charles trips over his feet as he tries backing away from the angry Spaniard. “I think I forgot my phone! I’ll be right back!”

Chasing after him, your brother yells out, “That’s my baby sister, cabrón!”

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[rainylana]

“My pussy.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

warnings: language, smut, fingering, rough smut, dom!eddie, use of a vibrator, spanking.

summary: eddie finds your vibrator in the bathroom.

to the anonymous user, thank you for requesting!

You were sitting in front of the tv, crisscross on the floor as the Andy Griffith show played in front of you. You were clad in your socked feet and matching pajamas, putting polaroids in your album. It was a calm night, a sweet, romantic one you and Eddie were spending together, just a relaxing night in.

“Hey, babe!” Eddie called from the bathroom. “Come take a look at this! You’ll never believe what I found!”

You grimaced. “In the bathroom? Gross, Eddie! I’ll wait out here, thanks so much.” You chuckled, shaking your head at him.

The sound of a high pitched whirring flooded your ears, and immediately, heat went to your face. You pounced up. “No, no, no, no, no!” You screeched and screamed, running to the bathroom.

You found Eddie, leaned up against the sink and smirking, looking proud and cocky as ever. His hand propped him up against the sink, the other swung your pink vibrator side to side like he was trying to hypnotize someone.

You screamed. “Eddie!” You quickly leapt for it, but he stood tall and held it above your head.

“I don’t think so!” He tsked. “Didn’t know you had one of these laying around. Am I not satisfying you?” His eyes darkened playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, please, Eddie, drop it.” You jumped to reach it. “Please, forget you- Jesus, you’re tall!”

He scoffed and handed it to you, buzzing still loud and when you got it, you quickly switched it off, face burning and hands shaking from embarrassment. “Sorry you had to see that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He bounced off the sink to follow you into your bedroom. “We could have had some fun!”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess it’s just private, I suppose.”

Eddie smirked, taking a long stride over to you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “Well, my dear, I think I’ve been missing out. What do you say we add a little something new to the mix?” He kept his eyes on you, slowly walking you backwards to your shared bed.

You wiggled your brows and hummed, matching his lips in a hot kiss. You both fell to the bed in a heap, clothes flinging off to the floor one by one. You squeaked when he gripped your hips and spun you around, putting you face first into the mattress. He grabbed you and lifted your hips up to meet his face. She smirked, spitting in his fingers and rubbing them up your slick cunt. You gasped, reaching out to grab a pillow.

“Uh, uh.” He smacked your ass, making you squeal. “Keep your hands still.”

He pushed into your pussy, standing behind you at the foot of the bed. You moaned pathetically, drooling into the pillow so quickly it barely had even started. That’s the way sex was with Eddie. He knew you so well, knew all the right buttons to push.

You couldn’t help but blush when the sound of your vibrator turned on, and when it pushed at your clit, body bent over and ass up, you sobbed, a tear pushing past your lids. Eddie knew how stimulated you got and how quickly you did so. “Fuck,” You cried. “Oh, let me me feel you, please!”

“No.” He turned up the speed of the toy, smacking your ass with his free hand. “You wanna play with yourself without me? Then you’ll take your punishment and enjoy it.”

He spanked you again and again from cheek to cheek, making you jump out of your place and yelp from the sting of his hand.

“It’s mine.” He sneered. “My pussy.”

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed. “Just fuck me please!”

He slipped the vibrator into your cunt, the pink tip disappearing inside of you. He thrusted it in and out of you quickly, smacking your ass here and there until you were near purple with bruises. You saw stars as you came, panting heavily and shakily.

When you collapsed. He stood there with a dumb, goofy grin on his face. “See? Fun, right?”

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[miguel-ohara-eater]

The suit stays on 🕸️

(red: Miguel)

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(summary: he gets home early from work SUPER horny, and he gets right to it with the suit still on.)

CW: masked sex, creampie, angry sex, rough sex, face grabbing, uhh whatever it's called when you can't talk.

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you were laying in bed reading your favorite book, wearing one of Miguel's big shirts that went down to your mid-thigh as you waited for him to come home.

everyday was the same. you'd lay in bed, he'd come home mad, and you'd cheer him up.

it was the regular ritual, but you didn't mind. you knew his job was stressful and you loved him so you'd do anything to help.

just as you were daydreaming about him as you read your book, you heard the front door open and shut a little louder than usual.

you put your bookmark in your book, setting it aside on the bedside table and you sat up a bit.

he walked through the bedroom door, wearing his spider suit and his mask. he walked over to you, flopping on top of you before you could say anything.

"well hi." you smile and pull him up a bit closer as he wraps his arms around you, and you could hear his heavy panting.

"how was work?" you'd asked as you tried to take off his mask.

he pushed your hand away, burying his face into your shoulder.

"fine." he mumbled

you looked at him, a little confused since he normally wasn't this touchy, let alone since he was still wearing his spider suit.

"wanna talk about it?"

"no."

what a man of many words huh?

he sat up, his hands on both sides of your head and his knees next to both of your hips.

you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, not able to see his face but he was panting.

"you good? you sound pissed." you went to go put your hands on his waist but he wrapped one hand around both of your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"I said I'm fine." he grunted, and you sighed.

"fine. what do you want me to do to help then?" you huffed

he didn't answer. instead he used his other hand to lift your (his) shirt past your waist and underneath your breasts.

when he looked down he saw you weren't wearing any panties, and since it was ovulation week you were already dripping. he let out a soft 'mmmh', pushing your legs apart with his knee.

"you're not gonna take the suit off?" he shot a web at your mouth, keeping your hands pinned above your head.

"the suit stays on." he mumbled, and you just nodded.

his suit dissipated from the waist down, a pair of spandex thong-like underwear underneath. (in the comics he wears these, sorry!)

he used a talon, sliding them down the middle as if he's got a million pairs of these. his rock hard cock springs to attention, the spandex underwear falling off of him and who knows where.

he tightens his grip on your wrists, pushing apart your legs with his hand and positioning himself in front of you.

once your glistening pussy was right in front of him, he rubbed his cock in your juices, coating himself with a small grunt before pushing his tip into you.

you squeaked, already feeling full just from his tip and you squirmed a bit.

he pressed down on your hips, keeping you still and shoving the rest in with a loud (plap).

you moaned/screeched, and he started thrusting.

"keep squealing like that and I'll make sure to let out any anger for the next three days out on you." he snapped, his thrusting becoming harder and faster.

you closed your eyes, seeing stars and your back arched as you adjusted to his size during the thrusts.

he was still panting, his hips moving at speeds faster you'd even known he could fuck you at. his balls slapping against your ass and your clit nudging his pelvis everytime he bottomed out his thrusts.

"wanna know why I'm so pissed?" his voice was angry, and with every thrust your knuckles knocked against the headboard as he kept your hands pinned above your head.

with how hard he was fucking you, you could barely hear him but you nodded and your breasts bounced at the same rhythm as him.

"Miles Morales broke a canon event." he huffed and thrusted harder (plap)

"Miles Morales didn't listen to me." (plap)

"Miles Morales ran when I tried to explain everything." (plap)

his voice was getting louder, and with how hard he was gripping onto your wrists you knew he was close. and coincidentally you felt your own knot tightening up in your stomach, turned on by seeing him fuck you angrily in his spider suit.

"Miles shocking Morales is going to collapse the multiverse!!"

he let out the loudest groan known to man, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and with your moans and skin slapping, you couldn't tell if he was groaning or yelling anymore.

his pace quickened, his warm seed filling you to the brim as his hips stuttered a bit. he was huffing, still fucking the ever loving shit out of you as his cum started seeping out of your holes.

you couldn't take it anymore, your back arching as a orgasm ripped through you.

your cum soaked his dick, mixed with his and after he fucked you through your orgasm he pulled out. leaving your pussy tightening around nothing and his panting slowed down as he laid on top of you.

after a couple minutes of recollecting your thoughts, he pulled the webs off of your mouth, took his mask off, and let go of your wrists. he made some marks on your wrists, but you didn't care.

you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his head, running your hands through his sweaty hair.

"sorry." he mumbled and you shrugged

"don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that's the hardest orgasm I've ever had." you smiled and he looked at you, grinning.

"guess we'll have to do this again tomorrow huh?" he said jokingly and you shrugged

"sure."

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LALALALA okokok. IT'S FINISHED SORRY IT'S LATE 😔

I'm at my aunts house rn and soo tomorrow will be late too. apologies everyone.

I actually kinda liked this one today though 😛

SEE U TOMORROW

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[luveline]

Hi I have a request for zombie Steve! I’d love to hear the story of how they met 🫶🏻

zombie!au —You rescue Steve at the start of the end of the world. fem, 2.4k

The sound of them makes your throat close up. Fear like a knife held too tight in unwilling hands, the heat. It’s the hottest summer Hawkins’ has had for years, and you’re overdressed. You couldn’t fit your favourite hoodie in your bag so you wore it but it doesn’t matter, you lost your bag somewhere in the school gymnasium. You’re lucky you didn’t lose your leg when that thing grabbed you. What were they calling them on the radio? Something starting with G.

Those… things, they can kill people. You saw it just ten minutes ago, your algebra teacher turned to a creature, Maisie Lewinsky from your homeroom stained with gore under her hands.

You press the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle a hot gasp. What are you supposed to do now? The Hawkins station said everyone would be waiting here, a repeat radio message, but by the time you heard it the sun was going down and there was nobody left. No cars, no promised convoy, nobody.

You’re the last living girl left in Hawkins.

You’re gonna die in here.

Terrified of breathing to loud but spooked that staying will seal your fate, you lift yourself up from the floor of the science lab to peer over a high table. There’s no signs of life. No signs of the dead, either. You’d thought this might be a good place to hide, the thick fire door unbreakable, but you can’t stay here. It’ll be dark soon.

You wish you had your stuff. They’ve for sure taken anything worth eating from the cafeteria kitchens and Bradley’s has been empty for days. You aren’t sure where your next meal is coming from. Fuck, you’re already dead—

“Fuck!” a voice echoes, boyish and terrified from somewhere outside of the door. “Fuck! Get the fuck away from me, holy shit!”

He sounds scared but firm at the same time. Your own fear is like the insufferable heat, riding the back of your neck as you creep toward the door. There’s gotta be more of them outside. That must be why whoever it is that’s shouting sounds so depeserate. But fuck, there’s relief too. There’s someone still here.

“Fuck! Jesus, help me!”

“Okay,” you say unsurely.

You wedge open the door to the science lab and poke your head out cautiously. There’s a dull thudding sound somewhere to the left, metallic screeching further down, but the panicked shouting (and now panicked yelping) is coming from outside.

You look around for a weapon. There’s nothing to take.

“Holy fuck I do not wanna die!”

Me neither, you think, sniffling back your worried tears. You don’t wanna die, you just want your bed. You want to be home, and safe, but there’s no one to look after you anymore, and you can’t just let people die ‘cos you’re scared. You run from the science lab to the fire escape door full pelt, arm in sudden hot pain at the collision, but the door gives and swings hard into the adjourning wall. You look around frantically for the source of the shouting as it bounces off of the exterior walls of the school and the stone floor of the courtyard, heart suddenly afloat in your chest.

“Hello?” you shout. “I’m here, I’m–”

“What the fuck!”

It’s said with such horrified anger that you give pause, even as your hands shake, cold sweat wetting your lip and colder in the rare afternoon breeze. You dart toward the shouting a moment later, and maybe you’re too late, you can’t save anybody, your shoes pinch as you race down the few concrete steps that lead to the parking lot.

Snarling curdles the air. Your neck snaps left, away from the cars and open territory and toward the subject of your nightmares these last few days. You’ve seen glimpses of these things, always too scared to stay and help, always too stupid, too weak, and seeing them now cements it.

A group of geeks grab at a boy where he hangs from the bars of a metal staircase leading up to the roof of the building. You run toward it on instinct but stop before they hear you, eyes wide. His hands are white-knuckled, his hair falling down into his face, but you know who it is now you’re close enough to see him. You could recognise Steve Harrington a thousand feet away.

“Hey!” you shout. “Hey! Over here!”

Why did you say that? Why are you yelling? The geeks turn their heads to easier pray and you’re done for —they start to run. You stumble back in terror.

“My bag! Get my bag, get the knife!” Steve shouts.

You swing yourself around in a huge circle. There, further into the lot, lies a bag. Further past it lies a wooden baseball bat spiked with fifty silver nails.

You sprint past the bag to the bat and try to grab it while you’re still running, knees grazing hot white fire on the tarmac and hands like acid as you force yourself up again, running further, putting space between you and the too fast footsteps that follow. When you’re sure you’ll have room you swing to see them, their maws dripping gore over white buttoned shirts and once prim blouses. There must be ten of them at least. Only two stay to snap their jaws at Steve Harrington where he attempts to climb up the stairs from the bottom, his foot dangerously close to bloodied teeth.

You pull the bat back as the first of the creatures reaches you. With a grunt more terror than exertion, you force the bat forward, wood arcing through the air, shiny nails catching the light of the setting sun and slamming downward into flesh.

Your eyes flare as wide as they’ve ever been. The geek stops cold and drops, your strangling grip on the bat forcing it up out of the mash of his brains. Another geek leaps over him as you scramble back.

“Run!” Steve yells from the stairs, stress stretching his voice thin and high. “Run away!”

You drop the bat and sprint for your life. Down into the parking lot, past a handful of locked cars and suitcases discarded. This must’ve been where everybody was before they left. There couldn’t have been room. Boxes and trophies, books, magazines and toys, all manner of possessions string like a breadcrumb trail down the road that you have to avoid. You run until your calves are burning over the road that will lead toward Hawkins middle, where you throw yourself into the woods, and hope without any real hope that they’re empty.

Grass folds under your feet. Your panting is as loud as your heart.

When the only shallow breathing you can hear is your own, you circle back to the High School, sticking to the shadows so as not to attract any more attention. A few geeks have collected to join the two you’d left behind, and for a second you’re sure Steve’s succumbed to fatigue and fallen into their blackened clutches, but you spot him balancing dangerously on a handrail between two sets of stairs, leg pulled back in preparation to kick any opposition away.

You sweep up the bat and try to make a plan. You were never going to be able to handle that many people before, not with their new mutations, but you can handle four. Maybe. Probably not.

“Steve, what do I do?” you call. “You have to tell me what to do.”

“You came back!” He swears and shimmies further up the railing as one of his attackers finally manages to traverse the blocked up staircase. “I don’t know what to do! Just hit at them until they die!”

It’s easy for him to say. They’re gruesome creatures, the faces of people you once knew but none of their humanity. They can run as fast as any person can. A human bite has alarming force behind it. The voice on the radio warned you that what you’re trying to do is a bad idea, and yet. You roll the bat in your hand. Your chest aches as hard as your dry throat.

The first geek goes down easy. Unsuspecting, you manage to whack it in the back of the head hard and break through soft skull. The second turns to see you just as you’re lifting the bat again, and it runs hard into it as it comes down, killing itself.

The third is where things get tricky.

“Fuck,” you mumble, lifting your bat to find a sloughing of cartilage and tissue stuck between the spines. “Oh, fuck,” you moan.

“Be careful!” Steve shouts.

You step back and trip, nearly falling. “Stay away from me!”

It snarls in response. Eyes clouded, the geek is a little slower than the others, and it follows you sluggishly away from Steve. The fourth remains, snapping, but you can’t keep watch.

“Stay away from me!” you warn again.

Steve swears on the railing, his cursing followed by a wet thunk.

The geek doesn’t listen, it bites.

You pull your arms to the side, hands wrapped tight around the base of the bat and ready to swing. With a huge, aching cry, you swing the bat to the side and knock the nails clean into its cheek.

It doesn’t die.

Fuck fuck fuck! You throw yourself to the floor by the geek’s feet and out of its reach, on knees, on your feet again, scrambling toward Steve’s bag. You glance over your shoulder as your knees slam down hard into the floor, never so scared in your life, horrified as the bat stays stuck between tendons and the geek takes a running jump toward you.

You pull the knife from Steve’s bag and hold it out in front of you, squeezing your eyes closed in terror.

“Fuck, hey!”

You scream as the weight of the geek lands on top of you. You scream like it’s taking bites of you, until your throat burns and there’s no sound left to make and you choke on it instead. A short, sharp sound.

Then the weight is pulled off of you. Someone lets out a massive gasp.

“Did it get you?”

You blink your eyes open against the glaring white sun where it meets the horizon. If you’re crying, it’s your business, water on your cheek and a dizzy hot feeling everywhere else.

Steve Harrington looks at you like you’re a ghost. “Did it get you? Are you okay?”

You look at your hand and the knife —his knife— where it rests on the tarmac. “I don’t think so. How do you know?”

“They bite! Did it bite you?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?”

“Because I’m not exactly uninjured, Steve!”

He frowns at you. Well, he glares. “You’d know if it bit you. Don’t be dense.”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re telling me you don’t know what a bite feels like?”

“Some of us had homework.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

Well, yeah. It was supposed to be hilarious.

You look around the parking lot and the school courtyard for any outliers, but the school seems well and truly abandoned now. You can’t hear anymore huffing or screeching, no crying, not even the sound of a radio. Everyone’s been playing them nonstop for weeks, waiting for days like today. Suddenly the raptures here, and you aren’t part of the rescue.

But you saved Steve Harrington, at least. You’re accruing some good karma.

Steve doesn’t hold his hand out, he just grabs you under the arms and pulls you up into a standing position. You’re surprised he can do it, you aren’t light, but you remember his last skins game in the gymnasium and nod to yourself. Of course he can pick you up. Plus, you help, using your legs despite their stiffness to brace yourself on the ground.

“Doesn’t look like it bit you,” he says, quieter now, his hands sliding down to yours briefly before he stands back. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought this was the rendezvous point. I mean, it was, right? We missed it.”

“We missed it.”

“How’d you get here?” you ask.

“Bike. Car chose the worst possible time in the world to die. Not that I could’ve got gas.” He eyes you hopefully. “Tell me you drove here.”

“I biked too, but it’s gone.”

“Gone?”

“Tire popped.”

Steve rubs his eyebrows. His hands are clean where yours are caked. You stand unable to mask your heavy breathing now, and when you reach for him to steady yourself, he doesn’t move away.

“Sorry,” you mumble, licking your lips. You’re a map of little pains. “Are you okay?”

Steve’s hand reaches back to cover yours like he’s going to pull it off, though he doesn’t. “Are you alone?” he asks.

You wince. “Yeah.”

“Where’s your stuff?”

“I lost it.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know.” Your knees hurt. “It’s gonna get dark soon.”

It’s a question. You’re immediately thankful to have found him, because he’s a real living person, and you don’t think you can do this alone. You don’t mean to force him, but you need to know what he’s doing and soon.

“…Better come with me, then,” he says finally.

Steve walks out of your grasp, grabbing up his bag which you’d unfortunately ripped open and shoving the spilled contents back inside. He doesn’t stop to zip it closed, walking straight in the direction of the school.

“Where are we going?”

“Same place as everybody else.” You stumble. Steve, reluctant, frowning hard enough to etch a new wrinkle, holds out his hand to catch you by the elbow. “Where did you think?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say, half-indignant.

“You ask a lot of stupid questions, you know that?” He looks you up and down. “How’d you do that?” He points at your bleeding knees.

“I ask stupid questions?”

He grabs the bat from near the felled geek and stands tall. “Jesus. Let’s go find a car.”

It’s not as easy as his tone might suggest. You don’t find a car, you never do, and you never stop asking him obvious questions, but Steve says thank you for saving him eventually (nearly an entire year later, with a hand on your cheek).

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things

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James Potter*Heroic Deed

young!James x f!reader

Word count 1200

Warnings: bullying/shy reader

A/n: I've missed writing for my mauraders boys

Masterlist here

James wasn’t sure why he found potions so boring he just knew he’d rather be anywhere else right now. perhaps it was in the dungeons or that so far Slughorn had gave him and his friends the most detentions so far this year. usually, he would sit next to Sirius and have a silent competition of who could make the worse smelling potion but unfortunately for him Sirius was sick. selfish bastard, James thought. imagine not letting him know so he could try skiving with him.

James perched his chin on his fist, gazing aimlessly around the classroom as the students filtered in. with no one sitting beside him he was actually able to notice things like the surprisingly pretty girl who had just walked in. James sat up straight as she walked past, trying to get a glimpse of her tie to no avail when his attention got snatched away, “Mr Potter, on time I see,” Slughorn chortled as he took his place at the front of the room.

“You caught me Horrace,” James grinned making the potions master grimace at the boy before beginning his lesson.

James had the perfect view of the class from his comfy spot at the back of the room however that did not mean he was going to listen. peter and Remus sat in front of him however for some reason they both seemed to enjoy this stupid class so even if he passed a note Remus would just chuck it in a cauldron.

so instead as Slughorn explained a meaningless task in explicit detail James eyes roamed the room till they fell on the girl he had noticed. James began to beat himself up. how had he taken this class for two whole months now and never noticed you? James realised you were sat alone and silently hoped partner work was needed in this lesson.

as his mind began to wander, wondering if he in fact had been blind this whole time, he noticed a piece of parchment bounce off your hair. his eyes narrowed, wondering who would throw a note that hard when he saw the rolled-up parchment fly up from the floor only to hit into your head again. James scowled when he saw you trying to swot the parchment away but with each attempt you missed.

“Yes miss (Y/L/N)?” Slughorn said making James eyes snap up and you to mumble an apology, “Please don’t raise your hand without a question to ask class,” he said as he turned back towards the board.

the sniggers coming from a table two seats away made James turn his head. A Ravenclaw and Slytherin boy sat laughing under their breaths at your helplessness as the Ravenclaw was flicking their wand under the table. they’d hexed the parchment James realised.

he hated that he wanted to know how they did it but hated that they were doing it to you more. James silently picked up the bezoar stone that sat amongst his ingredient pile for the day and began to wrap it up in a sheet of parchment. James sat back in his chair, waiting silently for Slughorn to turn around when something better happened. “Horrace a word?” Minnie said from the doorway with two Slytherin firsties by her side.

score, thanks Minnie, James thought as Slughorn slugged out of the class, shutting the door. when he saw the Ravenclaw raise his wand from under the table, presumably to also do something worse than fling parchment, James quickly lobbed the wrapped-up bezoar stone across the room. it smacked the Ravenclaws arm with a loud thud, making him drop his wand, before bouncing off his arm and directly into the Slytherin head.

“Hey!” The Ravenclaw screeched as James did his best to mock his innocence from where he sat as Slughorn suddenly opened the door again.

however, the Slytherin in all his genius did not notice his head of house when he stormed over to James table, “Watch it Potter,” he spat, “Or I’ll- “

“You’ll what?” Minnie shouted across the room making the boy pale instantly.

“He threw something it us,” the boy stuttered as Minnie quickly crossed the room and picked up the parchment that the stone was missing from, making even James face screw up in confusion. Minie gave the boys a death glare as they tried to explain themselves.

“Another thirty points from Slytherin,” Slughorn boomed over the classroom before dismissing the terrifying first years, “Grow up boys it was a piece of paper,” he scoffed at the pair before looking at James making him hold his hands up in mock innocence.

James did his best not to jump with glee as he celebrated his win. Remus shot him a confused look, but he figured he could tell his heroic dead over supper. when McGonagall left and Slughorn finally managed to continue he announced that everyone was to partner with their desk partner to start work on their potions. “Yes, mister potter?” he sighed at James outstretched hands.

“Mister Sirius is not here,”

Slughorn sighed before he turned to the mystery girl James had bravely defended, “Sorry Miss (Y/L/N),” he said before turning back to James, “You can partner with her this lesson. don’t torture the poor girl potter,”

James tried to hide his grin as he quickly grabbed his stuff and moved to the table in the first row. “Closest I’ve ever been to the front,” James joked as he sat beside you, outstretching his hand. “James,” he introduced himself.

you gave a small smile as you shook his hand and offered him your own name. as James flicked back to the right page, he noticed you slip something from your pocket, “You dropped this,” you said, sliding the stone to his side of the desk. James practically felt his heart double as he turned to you with a shocked expression, “And thank you,”

“No problem doll,” James grinned as he picked up the stone. he silently joyed in the blush you tried to cover with your hair, “I will warn you im terrible at potions,”

You laughed in a way that didn’t feel demeaning as you took the stone back from James hand and sat it in a mortar, “Ill teach you don’t worry. just start grinding that up for now,”

“Do we only need one?” he asked to which you nodded. James took it back out the mortar before reaching over the desk to the sat the one you had already collected, “Then let’s keep this one as a keepsake and use this,” he said as he began to grind up the non-thrown bezoar.

“Who knew James Potter was so sentimental?” you joked but James knew it was to cover the heat rising to your face.

“Theres lots you don’t know about me yet,” he said as he scooted his chair closer to yours, “So what steps next love?”

James couldn’t help but enjoy this potions lesson now. by the end of class, he had even made a functioning potion. “Well, well mister potter,” Slughorn said as he handed him the vial they had made, “Perhaps it’s time I changed the seating arrangements,”

“I couldn’t agree more professor,”

Part two here

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Wan Kindergarten!Chuuya

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara & Gender Neutral Reader + Osamu Dazai X Reader

Beginning Note: Initially, I wanted to include all the scenarios that were thought of, but I decided to make them separate. So, there will be a continuation of this. @kiwibeanv helped a lot with the scenarios, especially the future ones I’ll do.

Word Count: 2191

(Fluff/Little Crack)

Background:

At some point, you had decided you wanted to take care of a human child, but you didn’t have a significant other and you didn’t really want to go through all the trouble of the process in making it.

So, you went to an adoption center and looked around at all the children there. All different ages, appearances, personalities, etc.

One child caught your eye, a ginger haired boy with big, blue eyes. He was so adorable, and he didn’t seem to be troublesome.

You did all the paperwork and whatever else needed to be done and now had an adopted son whose name was Chuuya.

Initially, he didn’t want anything to do with you, just locking himself up in his room that you’d prepared. He only left it for necessities, but sped back as soon as possible.

You didn’t have much hope in the beginning, but he eventually started to trust you. He would start eating at the dinner table, say good morning to you, sit in the living room for a while.

As more time passed, he was comfortable with you. Chuuya finally saw you as a parental figure, and you couldn’t be happier. All the waiting for him had paid off.

He was such a good kid. If he ever had to say hi to someone, he would greet them politely and introduce himself. He cleaned up after himself, he wasn’t always too loud, sometimes he would yell out, but he quickly calmed down.

Chuuya then reached the age of attending school, so before the year started, you took him shopping for clothes. The ones he had were a little worn and he could use a wardrobe change.

“How’s this one?” You held up a blue shirt with a sheep on it. He took a quick glance before shaking his head.

“I don’t like that one.”

You sighed and placed it back. Of all the options there were, he didn’t like any of them. You turned to him and asked, “Well, do you have an idea of what you’d like? We can look for it.”

Chuuya thought about it before looking up at you. “Something dark. I don’t like bright colors.” He looked at another shelf and pointed at it. “Like those!”

You looked where he pointed at and saw that the clothing were mainly black, gray, white, navy blue, and other dark neutral colors. You raised an eyebrow. “Those are church clothes.”

Chuuya pouted, “But those are the only good ones.” He turned back to you with puppy eyes. “Now you don’t want me to get what I like?”

You decided to check them out so you walked over to the shelves. “I suppose it can’t hurt. But don’t blame me if you don’t like them anymore.” You browsed through them all, asking him what he thought, and he finally made his decision.

When you two returned home, you told him to try it on to make sure it fit. He walked out of his room wearing the new clothes and showed you his outfit.

You were silent for a few seconds before muttering, “You look like a Christian. Like you’re going to the church summer camp.”

Hearing your words, his jaw fell a bit and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked offended at what you said. “I do not!” He screeched. He fell silent and looked down at himself, beginning to quietly mutter to no one in particular.

You let out an airy chuckle and crouched down to his level and pet his head. “I didn’t necessarily say it was terrible.” You didn’t actually know what to think. It was goofy, but you’re not going to hurt his feelings.

He felt a little better and smiled at you. “Can we go get some ice cream? I was good today, right?” He bounced on the balls of his feet.

You couldn’t resist him, so you agreed.

Kindergarten:

The first day of school finally arrived, so you ensured that Chuuya had anything needed and that he wasn’t going to misbehave. The two of you got to the building and you escorted him to the front.

“I trust that you won’t cause trouble while you’re here?” You crouched down.

He sighed, “I’ll be good, I promise.” He was quiet for a few seconds before hesitantly taking a step closer to you and slowly raised his arms. He was asking for a hug.

You smiled and embraced him, caressing his head before planting a kiss on his temple. “Good boy. If you behave today, we’ll have whatever you want for dinner.” You pulled away, but kept your hands on his shoulders. “Sound good?”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! That’s good!” His smile grew and he quickly hugged you again before skipping to the door. Before entering, he turned and waved to you, then went inside. You returned the gesture and stood up to make your way home.

Once the day ended, you went to pick him up. He was waiting at the front, looking around before his eyes landed on you and lit up at the sight. He ran to you and hugged your legs.

He told you all about his day and that he made a few friends. But he didn’t like his teacher and didn’t really tell you exactly why.

As the year went on, he seemed to have fun. He did complain about a few things, but it didn’t sound too terrible. You had met some of the staff and thought they were lovely.

Dazai, who seemed to be the main teacher, had come up to you at some point to whine about being threatened with bombs. And any time parents and teachers met up, he just says to you that Chuuya wasn’t nice with him.

He just complained about anything and everything, no matter how minor the “offense” was.

At the news of the bomb threats, you didn’t know how to react. You just stood there, thinking why a nice kid like Chuuya would throw out some bomb threats, to his teacher especially.

“I’ll talk to him when we get home,” you told Dazai before leading Chuuya away. And talk to him you did. He wasn’t happy about the lecture.

In general, Chuuya’s a very good child except for when he’s around Dazai, for some reason. He tries to be all mature, but you know that he loves all the children stuff.

He loves Odasaku Man and always plays the episodes when he gets home from school. At this point, you know the whole script of the show.

Doesn’t matter what meal he’s having, he wants milk as his drink. “I want to grow taller!” (Throughout all the years, he didn’t grow as much as he wanted)

The books he reads, he wants to read all the adult books (You never let him), but for bedtime stories, he goes with the picture books and fun plots.

You’ve also seen the other kids in his class, and you’re a little hesitant on the ones he’s best friends with. They might not be the best influence for later in life, but you’ll let him choose his friends. You’ll just make sure he knows how to take care of himself, but he’s still your little baby boy.

One of them is also wearing a strange outfit. He looks like a pilgrim and you feel like him and Chuuya could relate with the odd clothing. He seems cute. [Talking about Akutagawa]

You’re not even sure if Dazai is the best teacher. He’s gone onto his knees and pleaded with you to join him in a double suicide, and you’re skeptical. How was he approved to be teaching the class?

(Bonus) Romance with Dazai:

Despite your doubt concerning Dazai, you’ve somehow gained feelings for him. You never really acted upon them, just letting them exist. Sure, he may flutter your heart once or twice, but you’re not going to ask him out. If he were to somehow reciprocate, you’ll leave the confession to him.

And he did ask you out. Albeit, in a weird way. You still accepted, agreeing to go out with him. You had also befriended Yosano and Kouyou, so you left Chuuya under Kouyou’s care while you were out.

The two of you hit it off, so now you’re both in a relationship. You didn’t tell Chuuya because you knew he would throw a fit whenever Dazai was mentioned. You kinda regret not telling him, but oh well.

He noticed you and Dazai beginning to get closer, and he thought it was weird but shrugged it off as weird adult things. Then Dazai kissed your hand, which he’s kinda done before, but Chuuya was never used to it, so he just loudly gagged at the sight, letting his thoughts be known.

One time, you told Chuuya to wait for you at a specific spot because you wanted to talk with Dazai. He obeyed and started idly playing with the dirt for a while before looking in your direction, wondering why you were taking a bit. You seemed to be saying goodbye to his teacher, but Dazai planted a kiss? On your cheek?

His face morphed into a horrified expression as he let out a shocked sound. He ran up to you, tugging on your clothes and begging you to get away from Dazai.

Really, all he did was throw a tantrum. You excused yourself and took him home, where he locked himself in his room for the rest of the night.

You decided to let him do his thing for tonight, peeking into his room at midnight to see him sleeping in an awkward position on his bed. At least he put on his sleepwear before laying on the mattress.

You repositioned him, gently kissing his head, then left to your own room.

The next morning, he said good morning to you and apologized for his behavior. You forgave him, of course. It’s not his fault that his teacher and guardian got together and didn’t let him know.

Whenever he sees you and Dazai do anything that could be classified as romantic, he just gags and says “Disgusting!” Or “Ew!”

You had asked him to be as respectful as he could towards Dazai, but you didn’t really expect much from him. You just wanted them to at the very least tolerate each other.

He indeed did not act as nice as you wanted. Chuuya would still be the little rebellious kid he apparently was in the class, even more so with Dazai as his parental figure’s boyfriend.

Now, the brunette had two advantages in the power dynamic. Not only could he have the upperhand as Chuuya’s teacher, but also as his future dad. He poked fun at the boy and if Chuuya tried to retaliate in some way, Dazai would just complain to you.

With you, Chuuya is an absolute angel, always smiling at you, cuddling up to you, doing whatever you say, bringing you little gifts, and the like. With Dazai, he was the opposite.

That little demon, he would be louder, cause more trouble than usual, throw little fits, give Dazai weird looks, and more. It’s like Chuuya’s only goal when around Dazai was to make his life hell. And it kinda was.

One time, you had to run some errands, but couldn’t bring Chuuya along. Luckily, there was no school that day, so Dazai came over to babysit. It should be easy, right? Chuuya wouldn’t want to cause any trouble in his parent’s house, would he?

When you opened the door to your home, it was a mess. Furniture was out of place, the TV was on, there was food on the floor, and in the middle of it all, Dazai and Chuuya froze. The former holding the child away from him while Chuuya was biting Dazai’s wrist. They both looked roughed up.

“What happened here?” You slowly asked, closing the door behind you. You placed down whatever was in your arms and removed any articles of clothing, putting them in their proper place.

“Oh, my lovely significant other who I deeply cherish and wish to spend the rest of my life with! I was just handling your little demon!” Dazai’s smile was tight as he placed Chuuya onto the floor. The latter removed his teeth from where they were. “I know it looks terrible, but we were just bonding! Right, Chuuya?”

The boy flinched at his tone before running to you and jumping onto you. You held onto him as he buried his face in your neck. “Mom/Dad! Dazai was a big meanie! Why are you even with him? He tried to hurt me!”

Dazai scoffed, “I did not! You were biting me! And you saw it, (Name).” He sighed, going into the kitchen and wetting a paper towel. “I’ll start cleaning...”

Although the two of them were troublesome at times, you loved them both. You knew Chuuya would grow into a strong gentleman. It doesn’t matter what he will do for the rest of his life, he will always be your baby.

Honestly, when you first felt like taking care of someone, it was an impulsive decision. But you’re glad that you went through with it, otherwise you wouldn’t be with Chuuya.

End Note: When KiwiBean first watched Wan, they thought Chuuya had a Christian fit, while Akutagawa had a pilgrim one. So, thanks to them!

Honestly, it took a few months to convince them to watch BSD, and they watched a few out of context before seeing the first episode. A few days to continue watching, and now they’re hooked. [I kept repeating BSD until random thoughts of Dazai and Chuuya’s name just ran through their head. :)]

#bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #~writing~ #~headcanons~ #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader

[groguspicklejar]

The Road We Pave [Chapter Sixteen]

Summary: You're introduced to some of Mando's old... associates. They're not as friendly as you'd like them to be.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Beetle being a menace and a thief, a bit of Cyare's backstory, violence, Kelsi's shitty attempt at a fight scene, anxiety, events of Chapter 6: The Prisoner.

Word Count: 8.3K fucking hell

A/N: I am trying my best. I swear to god i'm trying🫠🫠🫠 Not sure when the next one will be out but hopefully, sooner than the time it took me to write this one.

Masterlist

Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Seventeen

Present Time.

Sharp breaths. Fast and unsteady. Your heart pounded in your chest as you backed away from the panel until the pilot’s chair brushed your legs

You were in the cockpit again. You had set foot in the cockpit after months.

And just like before, you were trapped.

“Come out here and face me, you coward!” her screech made you flinch and Beetle squirmed uncomfortably in your arms, frightened as you are.

She bangs on the door, a scream tearing from her throat at yet another unsuccessful attempt at getting to you. She won’t get in. You know this ship in and out. You’ve made sure that the doors stay locked until you or the Mandalorian say otherwise.

“Come out, little mouse…” she cooed, a siren’s call to death.

A call you’re not keen on answering.

Beetle whines fearfully in your arms, brown eyes bleary and blinking widely as you stepped away from the door, hoping to put as much distance between both of you and the Twi’lek assassin.

“It’s okay, bub.” you try to sound reassuring, rocking the baby in your arms. “It’s okay. I won’t let them hurt you.”

You wonder if you were going to die in this ship. Or if another Twi’lek is going to die in this cockpit.

You don’t hope for the latter but you pray the first doesn’t come to pass either.

For now, you place Beetle under the chair and tell him to stay there. For now, you hope that the Mandalorian’s limited training would be enough to save you today.

Maker, you pray that he comes back soon.

You pray that he’s still breathing.

2 Days Ago.

The next day, the Razer Crest was on her way to Ranzar Malk’s site. Din said it would take a couple of days get there because the ship had to avoid Republic boarders without alerting them, so you’re all taking the long route.

In the meantime, you both had to keep an eye of an energetic infant.

Beetle has been up and down the walls of the Crest. Stealing your tools when you’re working. Gurgling incoherent sentences while you bathed him. Swatting away the spoon when you tried to feed him. And his most recent act, giggling behind crates when he hid as you and Din tried to find him.

“You haven’t seen him in the last five minutes, have you?” Din asked after searching the cot.

You came back from looking in your workspace, where you’ve been sewing new clothes. You were so sure he was hiding under the piles of fabric again.

“He’s most likely hiding in the closet, the cockpit or the pantry.” you paused, coming to a realization. “Check the pantry.”

“Good call.” he says and follows closely behind.

It should’ve been obvious that he’d be hiding there. Nothing calls to Beetle like food. He’s like a little pest sometimes. A very cute one.

Sure enough, the fridge had been left open and a pile of vegetables were left on the floor. You have no doubt the nuggets you left earlier are missing from the top shelf. Din sighed and shook his head when you glanced at him, giving a knowing smile.

You hovered a finger over your lips after hearing the baby shuffling around and quiet giggles in the upper cupboard in the corner.

“Well, I guess he’s not in here.” you said out loud and the noises stopped immediately. “Let’s check somewhere else.”

“Right.” Din nodded.

You went to climb the crate near the entrance to the kitchen while Din stood in the hallway, waiting to surprise the tiny menace. You watched in amusement when you saw a pair of petal ears bouncing as he ran out of the kitchen, holding a glass jar of pickles.

Beetle stopped as soon as he saw the Mandalorian standing far ahead with his hands on his hips and he goes to run the other way. That was your cue to pounce.

You quickly got down from the crate and grabbed him. “Come here, you little rugrat!”

Beetle squealed in delight and squirmed when you caught him, twirling around with him as you both laughed. The Mandalorian walked towards both of you, amused by the sight.

“Nice catch.” he says before he takes the jar from Beetle, muttering, “Thief.” The child whines, his little hands reaching for the glass bottle in distress. “Okay, but just one.”

“You’re spoiling him.” you point out, raising an eyebrow as he removes one of his gloves.

“Oh, I’m spoiling him?” he glances at you as he pops open the bottle and retrieves one pickle, as promised, and gives it to Beetle, who chirps and immediately starts eating his treat. “I’m not the one who gives him an extra helping of candy every time he breaks something.”

“Can you blame me?” you giggled, eyes shifting to the infant. “I mean how could I say not to this adorable face, hm? Look at him.” Din stares at you for a long moment. You pursed your lips and nodded. “Point taken.”

You and Din cleaned up the mess while the child sat on the counter, swinging his little feet as he nibbled on his snack.

But it seemed that the closer and closer you got to the next destination, the most anxious Din becomes. And it is deeply unsettling to acknowledge that anything might make him afraid.

“I need to talk to you.” he said, sounding a little out of breath.

His shoulders are drawn taut. Helmet tilted down. Whatever he’s about to say won’t be good.

You blinked. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to hate this as much as I will?”

He doesn’t immediately say what he needs to. In fact, you think he’d rather not tell you at all but that would do more harm than good.

Since travelling with the Mandalorian, you’ve grown to become wary of surprises. More often than not, they’ve brought more trouble than they’re worth. You think he’s had this sentiment since Din became a bounty hunter.

“I don’t trust anyone out there right now. But I don’t want you and the kid anywhere near this next job.” You can almost picture the stern look he has on his face, whatever he looks like under that helm. The fierce protective nature in his blood shining through his eyes. You feel its warmth as he takes a step forward, his hands coming to grasp your arms. “Ranzar Malk is…”

The pause in his voice makes you worry even more. It’s not often that Din falters with his words.

“He’s not a good man.” His grip tightens, only slightly and it curls something in your stomach. You don’t like that feeling. You don’t like his tone, the sheer disdain when he speaks of this man. “And neither was I when I was working with him back then.”

Your eyes widen at this revelation, though your mind can't seem to grasp the idea. It's incomprehensible to you.

“How so?” He looks away. Your eyes follow his visor. “Din–”

“They’re not good people.” he sharply interjects, but his hands loosen a moment later, his voice softening considerably. “I… I wasn’t a good person then.”

You don’t know how that could be possible. There's not a reality that you'd believe that isn't true. Din has always been a good man, even when he needed to be ruthless.

“I did things that I’m not proud of while I was running with them.” He's solemn. Ashamed. “Things that would make you hate me.”

You can't bring yourself to ask exactly what he did back then. You don't want to think of him as anything he isn't right now.

And what you know is that he's not the monster you've faced anymore.

“You’re not that person now.” you softly point out. “Are you?”

He looks at you for a moment. The thoughts in his head are a mystery to you. What he did must've been bad to distress him this much. However, you can't dwell on that. Not when he's proven time and time again that he's nothing short of honourable. If he wanted to hurt you or the baby, he would have by now.

“Only when I need to be.” he concedes and cups your face, firmly keeping your gaz on him as he gives a grave warning. “But if I go through with this, you absolutely cannot make a sound or alert them of your presence. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” You give a stiff nod.

“I just don’t want either of you getting hurt.” This, you know, you understand. He's gone to great lengths to ensure the safety of the unit as a whole.

Your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt, kneading the thick muscle underneath with your thumbs in an attempt to comfort him. You feel a brief flinch before he relaxes under your touch. “You’re doing your best for us. It’s okay to feel anxious.”

You can feel the weight of his deep breaths. He's cautious when he presses his helm against your forehead. His hands slide to the back of your neck, cradling you against him as your eyes close, melting into the comfort of his hands. Each time you think you can't feel any safer, he proves you wrong.

And then–

Then he quietly murmurs– “What good am I as a Mandalorian if I can’t protect the ones I love?”

Nothing can stop your heart from leaping into your throat. It's a confession. It has to be. Because the words curl up underneath the beat of your heart and nestle like they were meant to be there.

Your lungs seized for a long moment before you found your voice again. “I have a knife and a blaster.” You lift your head away from his Beskar and smiled softly. “We’ll be fine.”

3 Hours Ago.

The thundering in your chest makes the baby coo softly, his ears drooping low at your nervous energy. You don’t mean to affect his mood with yours, but you can’t help the fear coursing through your blood. You heard voices outside. There’s more than one.

You quietly sit in the cot with Beetle in your lap, trying to soothe him, and yourself. Din told you to stay out of sight and the cot was the only on the ship that allowed such a feat. Both of you had done all you can to hide any signs of you and the child from the interlopers.

You were startled by the door suddenly opening. A pair of stark blue eyes met your frightened gaze.

The worst part about getting caught by a bunch of bounty hunters is that you have a history with one of them. And it's not the Mandalorian.

You know those blue eyes. You've seen them long before. And he recognizes yours. A silence passes between the two of you as brief and as fleeting as butterflies.

The dread in his gaze when he takes in the sight of you mirrors your own. But he's quick to mask it.

“Well, what have we here?” he says, glancing at the Mandalorian. “You get lonely up here, buddy?”

Your gaze shifts to the purple Twi'lek approaching behind the bald man. She eyed you curiously, twirling a knife in one hand. Then you spot the massive hulk of a Devoronian to the side, who had the nastiest expression on his face.

“Wait a minute, did you two make that? Huh?” The man standing directly in front of you jokingly gestures to the Din and the Twi'lek, smiling. “What is that? Like a pet or somethin'?”

“Yeah.” Din's reply is stiff. “Something like that.”

It's hard not to show the terror in your veins. Even harder to trust your voice. You weren't expecting to deal with unwelcome visitors today. Hadn't thought to prepare for them as you assumed they wouldn't even know you were here.

“Didn't take you for the type.” The Twi'lek leans closer to him, tapping the other end of her knife on her lips. “Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.”

Again, he doesn't give her an answer. A reaction. An excuse for her to push his buttons even more. It clear that he despises her presence, but the sight of the two twists something in your chest.

They were lovers once, the whisper pulls your shoulders taut.

At some point, Din had let his guard down around her. Perhaps even taken off his armour, his helm, when he was with her. At some point, he must've whispered sweet nothings to her and held her in the dark. Given her his bare palms to hold. Given her his skin, his lips to kiss.

Maybe it never even got to that point. Maybe it did. Either way, your throat tightens at the way she seems so content in his vicinity, so comfortable. Like a lothcat curling up to the warmth of a flame.

She suddenly turns to you, a vicious grin flashing on her lips. “Is that why you're keeping a pretty little thing with you up here in the space?”

When she takes a step closer, her knife twirling between her fingers, you're struck with the urge to reach for your blaster. You don't get the chance as Mando pulls her back and steps in front of you, blocking you from her sight with a low snarl, “Get away from her.”

The sharp command sends the group into a frenzy. The trio backs away, breaking into a joy that you can't quite understand for people who've just been threatened. They feed off of Din's reaction, mocking it with gleaming smiles that make you feel like you're walking a knife's edge.

“Ooh!” A purple Twi’lek taunted. “Getting a little touchy, are we, Mando?”

Burg lets out a dark laugh that make you want to shrink back into the cot. But you restrain the urge to. Something tells you that showing more fear than you already do now won't do you any favours.

The bald man keeps a tight smile on his lips as his eyes quickly trail between you, Din and the child. You hold Beetle closer, if only to shield him if necessary.

Stars, it's going to be a long ride.

You have no idea how you found your way back to Mayfeld. Or how he found his way to you.

It's been so long since you've last seen him. Years. You reckon he's come far since he'd once been your father's hired hand.

There's so many questions he wants to ask. You can tell. He can barely restrain the worry in his eyes when he looks at you, masking it with a feigned playful attitude. Most likely for the Twi'lek, Xi'an and their Devaronian companion, Burg.

You feel like you're on Nevarro. Senses constantly buzzing, constantly looking over your shoulder. The Crest has only ever been your safe space, the only place you found comfort in. Now it's been tainted by the presence of these new guests.

You wouldn't have minded Mayfeld's presence if it had been under different circumstances. He helped you once, but that was a long time ago. His agendas may have shifted now and he may not be so keen on risking his neck for you again.

“I don't recall you keeping the quarry in your bed, Mando.” Xi'an pipes up after a long stretch of silence. Her lilt, subtle, yet sharp, gnaws under your skin in a way you don't like. She's looking at Din with a sickly sweet smile as she balances her dagger between masterful fingers. “What's changed?”

A wall of silence is all she gets from him. She does not seem to be bothered by that as a light giggle tumbles from her lips. Burrg grunts from his corner, his eyes fixed on you.

You shift uncomfortably, holding Beetle's little claw when he squirms. You give the little one a kind smile when he looks at you with those big brown eyes, hoping to soothe him.

You're interrupted by Mayfeld's inquiry, “You a friend of his, sweetheart?”

A quick glance to him, then to the Mandalorian, who subtly shifts where he stands. You don't know how to speak without potentially causing a riot in this confined space, so you answer truthfully. “Mechanic. I just work on the ship.”

Mayfeld hums thoughtfully, his eyes trailing to the child in your arms. “And the little guy?”

“He's mine.” you immediately reply, hugging Beetle closer.

“Can I hold him?” Mayfeld holds out his hands and that alarms you, causing you to scoot back into the cot just a little bit. He raises an eyebrow, dropping his hands. “What? Scared I might drop him?”

“Yes, actually.” you boldly reply with an apprehensive expression.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Okay. What's his name?”

You glance at the Mandalorian once, unsure if you should divulge the information. You don’t mind Mayfeld as much as Xi’an and Burg. The other two have looked at you with a predatory gaze thus far. Your former bodyguard has always sought out to protect you, even to your own detriment.

You don’t know if that has changed since then and you hope it hasn’t. Based on how he reacted when he first caught a glimpse of you inside the Mandalorian’s cot, you can only hope for the best.

You quietly gulp, gaze shifting back to Mayfeld’s blue eyes. “Beetle.”

He gives an easy smile. You give one back, almost relieved.

Talking to Mayfeld was easy, as it's always been. He'd been the only one of your father's hired men who was respectful despite his rough handling and brash tone. Back then, the way he treated you was more like the act of him scruffing an unruly loth-kitten before putting it in its carrier.

Over time, when you became calmer and started to play the long game with your father, you grew to somewhat admire him. Not care for him, not truly, but... you appreciated his presence. His kindness, despite being an Imperial Shocktrooper, had gotten you through some of your father's worst punishments when you'd barely just reached adulthood.

And his sudden change of heart, at the very last minute, when you'd been doomed to be sold like a bird in a golden cage, had saved you in more ways than one.

“Aww…” You’re startled by Xi’an’s playful coo. She giggles from where she sits, twiddling her knife. “That’s so adorable.”

Her grin suggests that it’s not what she truly thinks. You can spot her thinly veiled sneer from behind those sharp eyes. You know it all too well. She reminds you too much of Rieya. Just with sharper teeth and more intent to kill.

“You ever seen him without the helmet...” she pauses, pressing the tip of her knife against her lip. “sweetheart?”

You’re momentarily distracted by Beetle pulling at your shirt, asking for more head scratches. You oblige him and veer your eyes back to the Twi. “No.”

“No? Not even once?” she pouts, raising her eyebrows. “Not even when he fucks you?”

You don’t mean to flinch, but it’s quite unfortunate when you do because she grins at your scandalized expression. From the corner, Din’s head snaps to her, ready to shut her line of questioning down before it gets worse.

But it’s Mayfeld who pipes up, equally as shocked at you are. “Woah, that's a little personal, don't you think?”

Xi’an blink, feigning innocence. “I'm just asking.”

“Sounds more like you're jealous that Mando's moved on, Xi'an.” he retorts, leaning back on the metal wall with a smirk. “Thought you said you were all business.”

Her face sours very quickly, all mirth draining from her eyes. “Shut up, Mayfeld.”

The man glances at you with an amused expression, rolling his eyes as if to say ‘don’t mind her’. You give him a subtle nod and enjoy the peaceful silence that follows. Xi’an seems to have given up her interrogation and pouts in her corner. Burg has yet to ask you anything and quite frankly, you’re not sure if you even want to answer any of his questions.

Eventually, the baby gets fussy and you reckon it’s time for him to eat. Although you have all the snacks you both need in the cot, you really didn’t want to stay in the vicinity of these bounty hunters for much longer.

You slide out of the cot and go to Din to tell him, “Beetle’s hungry.”

He nods and lets you pass to climb the ladder.

A heavy sigh of relief left you as you got away from all that hostility in the air. You contemplated staying in the kitchen for the entire duration of this mission just to get away from Xi’an’s passive aggressive tone and the Devaronian’s unflinching stare.

Beetle got his snack. Eating helps to keep him distracted and makes you worry less about him. But then you hear someone’s footsteps.

It’s unclear to you how Mayfeld got past Din. But he had you cornered in the little kitchenette while you were giving Beetle another strip of dried meat. He holds your gaze for a while. A tense silence settling over the two of you.

“The hell are you doing here?” he asks.

You step away from the counter. Beetle blinks up at you, then to him. He stopped chewing on his snack, sensing the quiet discourse in the air.

“I could ask you the same thing.” you say.

Mayfeld steps into the kitchen, half tempted to close the door, but he doesn’t. He glances outside, just past the frame of the door before looking back to you as he lowers his voice, “Thought you were in hiding.”

You blink a few times, watching him with careful eyes. A shaky sigh leaves your lungs as you glance away. “Technically, I am.”

You hear him curse. A half step taken closer. “With a bounty hunter? Kid, come on–”

“Things got complicated, okay?” you snap.

He closes his mouth, a firm expression befalling his features. He glances behind him again. You feel his fear. Being overheard by his team is not something you both need. The atmosphere is tense enough as it is. Neither one of you want to give them a reason as to why he lied to their faces about not knowing you.

His jaw clenches for a moment. “You really his mechanic?”

You nod and note that Beetle has been watching you both with clear interest, though he’s gone back to munching on his snack. That’s good. He’s not worried anymore.

“Just his mechanic?”

“Miggs.” you warn.

“Answer the question.” he orders.

“If I don't?” your challenge was almost met with a retort, you’re sure. He never lets anyone have the last laugh.

But it’s the way his shoulders draw taut and his head snaps to look behind him with wide eyes that startles you. Your gaze follows to where his snags and you see why he’s suddenly on guard.

The Mandalorian stands at the doorway, his posture stiff and hand already at the blaster at his hip.

He’s ready for a fight. He’s ready to draw blood if need be and he doesn’t care if there are three other enemies on this ship coiled and ready to strike if he so much as dares to draw a knife at one of their own. If worst comes to worst, he’ll go down knowing he’s killed all of them before they can touch a single hair on you or the kid.

He doesn’t move an inch, save for the slight shift of his helm. You feel the weight of his gaze fall on your shoulders. “Am I interrupting something?”

You shake your head. “N–no, not at all.”

“Yeah, Mando. I was just leaving.” Mayfeld gives you one last glance. You nod to him before he side steps the Mandalorian. You watch the way Din’s head turns with Mayfeld’s movement. It’s more of a threat than anything.

Once you’re both sure he’s gone, Din looks at you. And before he could ask “are you okay” or something about what the hell that was about, you already have an answer.

“I’ll tell you later.”

You can tell he’s simmering to dispute you on that. But he holds off on demanding more information for now.

1 Hour Ago.

Droids.

Din shot down the last one and stood over it, barely panting as he stared down Burg. They stared at him, hadn't even stepped in to help him. He's sure they would let the droids kill him and leave him for dead if he isn't careful.

This is why he started taking jobs on his own. Can't rely on a crew he can't trust, a crew that wouldn't think twice about stabbing him in the back.

It's worse now that he has more to worry about than himself. He's constantly thinking of you and the kid. And how there's a droid in his ship with both of you.

The thought makes him clench his jaw. You and the kid. Left alone. With a droid.

You and Beetle are in danger and he's not there to protect you both. Din feels his resolve slipping. The fear threatens to cripple him, but he wrestles with it, tells himself to stay calm and this will all be over soon.

And Din can't wait for this to be over. He can't wait to come back to you and the kid.

Later, as you promised, doesn’t seem to come soon enough. There isn’t a small moment to catch between having to constantly look over his shoulder and keep a firm barrier between you and the other hunters.

Thought you were in hiding.

Technically, I am.

You and Mayfeld.

The though brings bile rising to his throat. Already Din doesn’t like him and now to have to associate the man with you? That’s… You seem to have an affinity with being drawn to bad men, don’t you? That or you just have terrible luck.

Din seems to have that in common with you lately.

Besides the droids that got in the way, the mission goes as planned. Navigating the prison is easy enough. Mayfeld leads the way with Din right next to him. Burg and Xi’an are trailing closely behind, both on the lookout for any more obstacles that might ambush them.

Din doesn’t like the idea of Xi’an behind him. He’s all too aware of her insatiable need to stab something and he has a feeling that it might just be him.

“So, Mando…” Mayfeld starts, glancing his way with a smirk. “You and your little girlfriend, huh?”

Din doesn’t dignify him with an answer. Instead, he feels Xi’an’s eyes glaring into the back of his head. He keeps walking in step with the man next to him, determined to ignore him until this job is done and dusted. But Mayfeld seems to have other ideas.

“Does she mind the mask or do you take it off just for her?”

It’s goading. A prickle of something sharp to his creed. He barely restrains himself from giving into the urge of smacking him across the mouth.

“Do you ever shut up?” Din doesn’t care if the man knew you from before. Answering stupid questions isn’t in his agenda for the day.

Mayfeld is smart enough to walk a few inches away from him from there, though his smug grin doesn’t quite fade. “Just curious, Mando. No need to get your panties in a twist.”

Not another word is uttered after that tense exchange. Din counts the seconds, waiting, praying for the moment he safely returns to you and the kid. Praying that you and the kid are alive and unharmed.

After facing the one and only living being who isn’t locked behind bars (besides the four of them), Din is just about ready to call it a day and leave. He’s not happy about the death of Davan. It could’ve easily been avoided but there’s nothing that could be done for him now.

There’s not much time to waste. The Republic is sending back-up to this location.

It’s not long before they find what, or rather who, they’re looking for. Cell 221. Mayfeld orders the droid to open it up and it only takes a few seconds before the door hisses sharply and slides upward.

Din shouldn’t have been surprised to see who it was. After all, the gang came all the way here for him. Defying all rules and regulations, even to risk getting caught by the New Republic for one of their own.

“Quin.”

The Twi’lek stands on his feet with a wicked smile.

“Funny…” He slowly walks forward. “The man who left me behind is now my saviour.”

Quin exits the cell, probably for the first time in a long while. Din makes the mistake of side stepping him because just as he says “Mando”, Burg delivers a gruesome punch that throws him straight into the empty enclosure.

Din sets his blaster off too late before he lands on his back. The red beam ricochets on the door and bounces around the walls before hitting his pauldron, knocking him down one more time as he’s struggling to get up.

His first thought is of you and the kid. If he’s stuck in here, they’re going to take the ship and who knows what will happen to the both of you. Who knows what they’ll do to you.

“You deserve this!” Xi’an’s voice rings in his head before there’s silence.

Rookie mistake. That was a kriffin rookie mistake he did back there. Letting his guard down, having his back to the enemy. A surge of rage fills his throat and nearly robs him of his logic. Nearly. He can’t let it take over. You and the kid are depending on it.

When he gets on his feet, he reaches for his comlink.

“Cyare.” he pants heavily, trying to simmer down enough so he can speak.

The line goes through when you answer him with his name. It’s sweet. A split second of relief. It’s enough to sustain his sanity for now. You’re okay, still safe for now. Not for long, but just for now.

“It was an ambush. You need to watch your back. Take the kid and find somewhere to hide.” he tells you and hears faint ruffling on the other end. He hears the kid’s soft coo as well and imagines him cradled against your chest. The thought soothes him as much as it haunts him. He can’t bear the thought of Burg tearing the little one away from you whilst you scream and kick to be let go. He can’t bear the thought of Xi’an’s blade against your neck.

The cot will be the first place they’ll look. You have the upper hand. Find somewhere else to lay low long enough for Din to quickly pick them off one by one.

“Copy that, Mando.” comes your final reply.

He almost clicks device again to ask to hear your voice again. He wants to stay on the line with you, to hear you until he can finally see you again.

But for now, you have to remain quiet.

Din manages to get out of the cell with the help of a passing droid. He can’t dwell on the satisfaction of seeing the oil spilled against the door and its body laying limp on the ground as he runs back to the control center.

When he shuts the doors of the prison, cutting the gang off from reaching the ship, he feels just a little bit of relief, knowing he’s bought you some time.

Now for the messy part.

15 Minutes Ago.

Ambushing the droid was easier than you thought. You shot Zero before he had the chance to kill you or the kid.

Getting ambushed by Xi’an was an unpleasantly unexpected surprise because you thought she was down at the prison.

“Pretty little thing you are…” she giggled as her blade gently slides down your cheek.

She’s been too fast for you to anticipate, as you’d been distracted by Zero’s demise. The sting of her punch sent you down before you could blink. Now she had you pinned down with her knees pressing against your arms.

“Run, Bettle!” She snarles and lurches for him when he takes off. But you were just as quick to launch yourself at her as soon as her weight was off you, grabbing her leg and pulling her right back to give the child a solid head start.

“Get off of me!” she shoves you off her and grabs her knife. You suddenly wish you had yours right about now.

You’re both on your feet now, staring each other down. She bares her teeth, hissing at you.

“Your fight is with me. Leave the kid out of it.” you sternly tell her, even when terror bubbles up your lungs.

She swings first. You’re quick to dodge and block the next strike, quick to avoid the sharp end of her dagger. Much like you, she’s fast. Light on her feet.

You struggle to stay on parr with her, to remember what you were taught by the Mandalorian as you continue to move as swiftly as she does. Keep your fists up, move your feet. A dance of death. One misstep and it might just be your last.

“Did Mando teach you that?” she taunts after you managed to punch her face. “What else did he teach you, sweetheart? Did he teach you how he likes his cock sucked?” She circles around you like the predator she is. “I bet he’s never taken his helmet off around you.”

It grates at you. How she throws Din’s past in your face. You hate how she’s gotten to know him long before you ever did.

So you take a gamble and fight back. You play her little mind game.

“You’d lose that bet.” you reply, stepping back, giving yourself a little breathing room. “He’s taken off his helmet and his gloves.” Her step falters. “And I didn’t even ask him to.”

It’s mean. You probably shouldn’t have said that. But you see it. The shock in her eyes. It’s a metaphorical slap to the face. It tells you all you need to know about the nature of their relationship.

“Did he teach you how he likes to be kissed?” you asked sweetly, eyebrows raising with a smirk when she doesn’t immediately answer. “No?”

You like this. Wiping that stupid smile off her stupid face. Letting her know exactly just how much she meant to the man who left her. It’s cruel in a sense, but she shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.

Her scream tears through the walls of the Crest as she throws herself at you. She’s aggressive with her attack, keeping you on the defence, but it’s not long before she brings her knee to your face. You’re knocked to the ground with a loud thud. She stands above you, laughing through laboured breaths as you shake the dizziness off your head and get back up.

You keep your eye on her knife as she twirls it between her fingers, a threat, a promise that she’ll get to use it. Your head throbs but you keep a firm stance. She lunches for another attack.

The dance begins all over again. She’s better at it this time, has you stumbling on your feet as you try to keep your defence up. You hiss when her blade faintly nips your cheek and again on your arm. You do manage to land a kick when she thinks she has you, clearly in the mood to toy with her prey.

She stumbles back and you keep your distance, trying to think of a way out of this.

Din should be here by now. You don’t know what’s become of him. You’re scared. You’re scared and you don’t know what to do. But you can’t give up now. You have to stay alive.

If not for you, then at least for Beetle. You’re the only thing standing between him and certain death at the hands of the purple Twi.

“First…” She points her dagger at you, taking a step forward. You take a step back. “I’m going to kill you.”

You almost don’t mind the threat. So long as her focus is off of Beetle. You don’t know if Din’s training is going to get you through this, though.

The threat of her blade glints menacingly at you. She’s over her ire, her playful smile returning just as quickly. You watch her tongue lick over her sharp teeth, your heart pounding far too loudly and too quickly. You manage to stay still, observing her every move, waiting for her to strike first.

The rush of adrenaline nearly chokes you. The tremble in your hands nearly deters you from keeping your wits together. You struggle to keep your will to fight back, only remembering Din’s voice guiding you, ordering you, encouraging you to stay on your feet, to get back up, to not give into the fear.

“And then…” Xi’an takes another step, you return with another. And another and another one. She backs you into a large crate. “I’m going to cut that little thing open and eat his liver.”

Your hands touch the edge of the crate and you risk a glance behind you. The sheer relief on your face when you spot a red box on top of the crate is damn near debilitating. Red metal box. It’s heavy. You would know, that box once broke your hand.

Your gaze shifts back to Xi’an and you’re faced with her palpable wrath as her voice raises, “And I’ll leave the corpse for Mando once I’m done with–”

You grab the metal toolbox and fling it at her face. She has the good sense to block with her arms but the force of the heavy object his enough to send her staggering back into the wall. It clutters wide open when it impacts her and smashes to the floor with the rest of the tools that fall out of it. You grab one of them before you make a run for it.

Beetle was still on the corridor so you scoop him up while thinking of the only place to hide.

“Come on, bub.” you say to him while running.

Can’t go to the ‘fresher. Xi’an will still open it from outside. The cot isn’t an option either.

Which only left one option.

The cockpit.

You haven’t dared to set foot in there since you murdered someone in there. But that enclosed space is all but your only remaining sanctuary.

You rush inside and lock the door behind you, praying for Din to come back soon.

Present Time.

“No!”

It was far too late.

Din had already knocked him to the ground and straddled his chest, pointing a blaster in his face. “Put down your weapons and I'll let you live.”

Mayfeld was the easiest to take down out of the three. He’d been fearful, quite enough to make him paranoid and that was swiftly used to his disadvantage. Din’s head is still ringing from the beatdown he took from the biggest of the three, Burg, but taking down the so-called leader of the rowdy gang had been the highlight of this entire trip.

Once Mayfeld was in the cell with the rest of his unconscious crew, Din felt an immense wave of relief wash over him. That's three less things to worry about. He's sure he can find Quin easily enough and get to you before the droid does.

And he's just about to leave before–

“Hey, what about the girl in your ship?!”

He turns back to look Mayfeld in the eye. “What about her?”

“Where are you taking her?” he asks, breathing heavily and still sweating.

Din regards him for a moment, unsure why he even dares to ask about you. It doesn’t matter. His fate is sealed. “That's none of your business–”

“It is because I want the same thing you do.” Mayfeld interjects sharply, reaching out of the bars of the locked door to point a finger at him. “To keep her safe.”

“You're lying.” said Din.

The man grits his teeth, eyes wild and desperate. He’s trying to think of a way out of the cell. Strike a bargain. Din knows this, he’s already predicting what kind of exchange he’ll offer. Something along the lines of intel.

“She ever tell you about her dad, huh?” Mayfeld countered. “How that piece of shit wanted to sell her like livestock?”

There’s no way he should know that. Not unless he’d picked up your bounty too–

“Who do ya think got her out of Naboo, huh?!” Din feels his hackles rise. Mayfeld yells through the bars of his cage. “I smuggled her out of there before her fiance got to her!”

Oh.

That explains it. Why you seemed a little more comfortable around him than the others. Why you didn’t seem all too bothered when he’d cornered you in the kitchen earlier.

Thought you were in hiding.

Technically, I am.

You knew each other very well. Enough for you to speak to him without much fear in your voice or without cowering.

With a bounty hunter? Kid, come on–

Things got complicated, okay?

Too well, it seemed.

Din doesn’t know the extent of your bond, nor does he like it, even if you don’t mind Mayfeld’s presence. But he can’t deny its existence or why it had been forged in the first place. Because without Mayfeld, you never would’ve gotten to Nevarro. Then Din would’ve never met you.

The irony mocks him now as he stares at the man, who now stands inside Cell 221. The man who carved a hole in your golden cage and let you out. The man who set you on a different path.

Without him, you never would’ve paved your road to freedom. Without him, Din wouldn’t have paved his road to you.

“I can help you.” says Miggs. “I can– I can trade information!”

But it doesn’t change the fact that Mayfeld put you in harms way. He still came here with his crew, with people who wouldn’t think twice about hurting you.

Whether or not he help you escape your father, it doesn’t matter now. His priorities have changed now and he could still use you. Especially now when you have a bounty on your head.

“No.” Din takes a step back, though he feels like he shouldn’t. He feels like he owes him somehow. “You can't.”

He turns away to leave. Mayfeld’s voice follows him, haunting him. “You'll never take him alone! He'll kill you! Mando!”

He keeps walking. He pushes forward, having the path to his next destination memorised. He can’t be bothered to think about who he is.

Two down. All he can think about is getting to you, but there’s still one more to go.

Only...

Where the hell was Xi'an?

“Cyare.” your comlink crackles, startling you as you’d been staring at the door. “You still there?”

Beetle squirms in your arms when he hears his voice. You bring the small device up as you settle down on the pilot’s chair. The Twi’lek was still seething and yelling profanities outside, however. That’s fine. You don’t think she’ll be getting in anytime soon. Not while you override the controls so to keep the doors shut.

“Still here. Xi’an’s on the ship, though.” You sigh heavily. Your fear threatens to melt into exhaustion. It shouldn’t come to that just yet. There’s still a threat looming outside the cockpit and you can’t get rid of it without getting stabbed. “She won’t go away.”

“Where are you?” he asks.

“Beetle and I locked ourselves in the cockpit.”

“Good.” he replies. “Stay put. I’ll be there soon.”

You’re not sure how soon soon is. But you quickly find out when Xi’an’s threats suddenly fall quiet in mere moments. The eerie silence prickles your skin. You sit stiffly, waiting to hear a noise.

A yelp escapes your mouth when a gunshot pierces the silence. Then another. You hear more shots and more of Xi’an’s screaming. You place Beetle under the chair. “Stay under there, okay?”

He whimpers softly, little green claws reaching up for you when you let go and turn to the door. You grab your only weapon, the wrench, and face whatever threat is beyond that door.

Things go quiet again. The only sound your ears register is the sound of your breathing and Beetle’s tiny noises. You dread having to think about going face to face against Xi’an again. Or worse. One of her friends. Then–

“Cyare.” Din’s voice echoes from the comlink. “Open the door for me.”

You drop your head in pure relief and go to meddle with the control panel. After a few moments, the door slides right open and you’re faced with your Mandalorian.

You don’t hesitate to step right into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him, breathing him in. He’s here, he’s right here. Still alive, still standing. “You’re okay, Cyare. I’m here.”

You feel something brush against your leg and peer down to find Beetle grabbing Din’s pant leg. A burst of laughter breaks free from you. He’s just as relieved and excited as you. Din bends down to pick up the child, “I’m right here, kid. You’re safe now.”

Safe.

The concept almost doesn’t seem real to you, but it slowly melts down your fear into nothing. You look to the side to find Xi’an’s limp frame on the floor.

“Is she…” you trail off, your hands blindly reaching for him. Your fingers snag on the fabric covering his arm.

“Alive? Yes.” Din replies, a hand settling on your hip. “Just barely.”

From there, you settled into an easy routine. Din picked up Xi’an, throwing her over his shoulder and said he’s taking her back to the New Republic prison, where she’ll be staying there for an unspecified amount of time.

Hopefully, forever.

He came back just as quickly, saying something about having to get a head start from another problem that’s headed here. You were too exhausted to ask what it was.

There was a new guest in the ship. Another Twi’lek. He looked like Xi’an.

“That’s her brother, Quin.” Din tells you.

Quin eyes you curiously from where he’d been handcuffed to the wall. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“None of your business.” Din sharply responds in your stead. Not that you had any intention of telling the new quest anything. The Mandalorian turns to you, lowering his voice. “Go sit in the cot. I’ll handle him.”

“Okay.” you nodded.

Your legs were shaky as you made your way back to the cot. Beetle toddled right behind you and he seemed less bothered by the events of the day than you. Somehow, that doesn’t sit right with you. He shouldn’t be used to all this. Blood, violence, blasters and knives. He’s just a child, he shouldn’t be used to this.

It’s easy to relish the peace that comes with laying down in the cot with your legs hanging out while Beetle munched on the snacks you’d previously left in the cot. You giggled when he fed you a few pieces of his chocolate bar.

Din came back a few minutes after the ship took off into hyperspace. You sat up and found him standing near you, holding the first aid kit.

“You’re hurt.” is the first thing he says before setting the box down and opening it. He takes off his gloves and gets to work.

“Yeah, she got a few licks in before I smashed her head with my toolbox and got away.”

You hold still when cleans the cut on your cheek and the one on your arm. It stings a little, but you don’t mind. It’s nothing compared to the heavy ache in your chest and the prickle along the corners of your eyes.

“I didn’t wanna fight her.” your confession melts into the quiet air, your vision growing blurry. “I didn’t– I tried to… tried to–”

Din’s hands land on your shoulders, squeezing gently. You stop your rambling and look at him. “You did good.”

Did you? All you can recall is getting your ass handed to you. “All this time I’ve been learning to fight and it meant nothing–”

“That is not true.” he cuts you off. “You did good, Cyare. You stayed alive. That’s what matters.”

You remain quiet. When you think about it, you suppose that’s the entire point of learning how to fight.

He continues to wrap the wound on your arm. “It’s okay if you ran from a fight. You knew you weren’t equipped enough to take her head on. No one’s gonna judge you for running away.”

Slowly, he ties the cloth around your arm and secures it. Your eyes trail to his chest plate as you listen, his modulated voice lulling your shame into a mere dull memory.

“That’s part of surviving.” he adds softly. “Knowing when to pick your battles. Knowing when to fight or when to run and live another day.” When he’s done tending to your wounds, he cups your cheek, his thumb gently running over the bandage on your skin. “There’s no shame in running.”

A smile tugs at your lip. “Maybe just a little shame.”

He chuckles. “Yeah… maybe just a little.”

Silence settles over the two of you. Din sighs deeply and gently presses his helm against your forehead. Your shoulders sag and eyes flutter shut, your muscles relaxing in his gasp.

“What now?” you quietly ask.

“Now…” He lifts his head. “We collect our bounty.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you hear his smile. Stars, if only you’d be allowed to see it. That’s okay, though.

Hearing it is enough.

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Drift

Word count: 7.2k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff.

 “Two percent?!” you screech.

Looking down at the cellphone in your lap as you follow the winding directions you see the red battery icon and your anxiety starts to bloom. Your signal has been spotty at best and the constant in and out of service has drained your battery quicker than anticipated. With another hour to go you are starting to panic. Of course your phone would die while you are somewhere in the mountains. 

It started snowing last night, and unfortunately has stuck around. So when the snow didn’t stop this morning you knew you would be in for an eventful drive home. Six inches turned into ten very quickly, and the roads were becoming slick. Your little sedan was not equipped for this type of weather, something you were pretty sure you wouldn't experience in Nashville but boy were you wrong.  

The two lane road you found yourself upon currently was slightly off the beaten path, on the side of a mountain. Houses sprinkled in here and there, with their long winding driveways, painted white in a wintery scene. In different circumstances you would think it was quite beautiful, but right now, your white knuckle grip on the steering wheel has made you feel differently. Your windshield wipers are going full blast, further obscuring your view of the winding back road. You glance down to your phone to check the directions.

Four miles until you turn right.

As you read the directions out, you're met with a loud thump as your car moves 60 miles per hour over a perfectly placed pot hole, jostling you, your car and its contents.

“Shit!” you cry out as your head bounced back on the headrest.

Reaching down to pick your phone up off the floor, you type in your password and unlock it. But that was all it took. That measly 1% was gone in an instant. Panic swept over you, all you knew was that you had 4, maybe 3 miles now until you turn right. But what about the rest of the directions?

Okay, next shopping center I see, I will stop and grab a car charger. 

The snow is falling quickly, and the sun is setting, leaving you to only rely on the light from your hi beams. You swallow thickly as you squint to see the lines on the road. You haven’t seen a car pass you in what feels like forever. 

I knew it was a bad idea to get off the interstate.

You saw it, but it was too late. You couldn't react in time. If you slammed on your breaks your car would go sliding into the ravine. So you hit it. Whatever it was. It looked like a crow bar or some type of bent metal. That's what it sounded like too. As your car met with the object you heard a loud popping and you knew your night just got ten times worse. Your car began to limp further down the road with a metallic clatter against the wet asphalt.

You see a driveway in the distance and decide to push forward to pull into it, against your better judgment. As you pull off into the entry of the long driveway you put your car in park and immediately get out and see that your front left tire is completely blown out. The combination of the pothole earlier, and whatever that metal thing was, has left you stranded in the drift of someone's driveway. 

You get back into your car and grab your phone, realizing that it died 15 minutes ago. As you sit back into the seat you rub your hands over your face and wonder what you did to deserve this. You turn on your hazard lights and pray that someone drives by and stops. But you know the likelihood of that happening is slim. Anyone with half a brain knows better than to drive in conditions like this. 

As you wrack your brain for what to do, it occurs to you. 

Maybe, there is someone in the house at the end of this driveway…

You know that this area that you are in is home to most peoples vacation homes, tucked deep into the side of the mountain. The chances of someone being here are small, but not zero. You grab your coat out of the backseat and put it on. From the looks of it, this driveway is fairly long and the snow is piled high and growing by the minute.

Turning off your car, you grab your dead cell phone, and your keys and get out. Now that the sun had set it was dark, and the wind was cutting like a thousand knives. You lock your useless car and shove your keys into your coat pocket. You pull your hood over your head and thank yourself for choosing a pair of sensible boots this morning. 

As you walk the long snowy, gravel lined driveway you think to yourself that it must be a mile long, and uphill at that. Just as you think it could stretch on for another mile, you see a soft yellow light ahead of you. A light is on in the house. 

Oh my god, someone is here.

Knowing that the house more than likely is warm, has your feet picking up their pace and landing you at the edge of the trees, opening up to the clearing where the occupied house sits. There is one car parked outside of the house and you can hear the soft vibrations of noise from inside. The house is large, old, and wooden. You can see that there are two stories and the ivy growing on the side of the house gives it a certain type of rustic charm you don't see too often anymore. There is smoke filling the air, coming from a chimney, and huge glass windows adorn the entire front of the house.  

As you step up to the porch you brush the snow off of your coat and hood, pulling your frozen hand out of your pocket and nervously knocking on the black wooden front door.  

The large glass window set into the door has you holding your breath as you see a figure approaching from across the house. Pulling a hoodie over their torso, they peer through the glass to see you standing there and run their hand over their face, as the door opens.

“How did you get this address?” he says. 

You nervously stare back at him, “I– I didn’t…my car –I hit something. My phone is dead– I…” you stammer.

“You hit something?!” he asks, shocked.

“Yeah, it was dark, and the snow – I couldn't see. I think it was a crowbar or something.” you reply anxiously.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking concerned.  

“Yeah, I am okay. I am so sorry to bother you. My front tire blew out and my phone is dead so I can’t call Triple A…Do you think I could borrow your phone or, could you call, or…” you stammer.

“Yes, absolutely, come in. It’s freezing.” he says, opening the door. You can feel the warmth radiating from inside and graciously step into the house.

“Do you have your phone? I can plug it in?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah!” you say fumbling into your coat pocket and handing him the freezing device. 

“My god, your hands are freezing! Here, come sit here by the fire.” he says, leading you from the front door, and into the open, spacious living room. He points to the couch next to the fireplace and says he will be right back. He runs up the wooden staircase and you can hear some banging around upstairs before you see him quickly flying back down the stairs, waving a phone charger in his hand. 

You look around the house, and are intrigued by the charm of the renovated old home. The cobblestone fireplace, the wooden beams adorning nearly every inch of the walls and ceiling. It’s a split level home but it has an open floor plan, granting you visual access to almost every part of the house. Small sets of stairs lead to various rooms and loft areas. It’s a very uniquely designed floor plan, and you are interested in the history of the home. Admiring its charming old quality, your eyes flit around but stop when you see the massive windows. You are instantly taken with the wall of windows providing a picturesque view of the snowy scene outside. It’s very charming and you find yourself relaxing into the cozy couch by the fireplace, staring into the snowy sight. 

“Better?” he asks, walking down the steps into the living room, before sitting in a chair across from you. 

Realizing how you must look, you shoot straight up and fix your posture. “Oh, yeah. Yes. Thank you. This is a really cool home.” you say nervously fidgeting with your coat. 

“Oh, thank you, I moved in about two years ago now. Still fixing things up here and there. Trying to bring it up to date without losing its rustic qualities.” he smiles. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Oh, god, how rude I didn't even ask your name before I made myself at home on your couch.” you laugh. You introduce yourself and shake his hand, which is much warmer than yours and oddly soft. The room is dimly lit by the floor lamp in the corner and the small fixtures illuminating the bookcase in the upstairs loft. The fireplace is glowing brightly behind you. You can see the flames dancing along rhythmically in his eyes. Honey brown and glossy, he must have been drinking before you interrupted his night. 

“When my phone turns on, I will call Triple A and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” you say biting your lip.

“What in the world are you doing driving in this weather?” he asks.

“I was driving back home. I went to visit my parents for the week. The traffic on 40 was so bad, I decided to take a back road thinking it would be faster, but then I got lost and my phone was dying, then this happened... It was not a good choice in hindsight.” you laugh. 

“You’re brave. I’m from Michigan and even I wouldn’t be driving right now.” he smiles, his cheeks scrunching tightly beneath his eyes.

He is sort of…cute. Maybe in different circumstances…

“I know, it’s not too much farther…I think? I feel really bad that I interrupted your night.” you say pointing to the movie that is paused on the TV screen.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it. I’ve seen it a thousand times.” he says, waving his hand in the air.

You focus on it, and recognize the character on the screen. “Is– Is it A Clockwork Orange?” you ask, suspiciously.

He seems taken aback as he replies, “Yeah. Yeah it is…” a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

“Cool, that's a great film.” you say, politely.

A small smile forms at the side of his mouth, “Yeah, it really is...” he looks like he wants to say more, but stops himself.

Why do I feel like I am supposed to be here?

“Well, I should go see if my phone is turned on. I have bothered you long enough.” you say standing up, and walking up the small set of stairs into the kitchen. 

“It’s on the kitchen counter by the fridge.” he calls out to you.

As you grab your phone you see it has come back to life, and you quickly dial out the number for Triple A. You lean over onto the counter as the call rings out. You stare out the windows at the snow still continuing to fall and explain to the man on the phone exactly what happened.

“What do you mean…But I don’t…. I can’t get anywhere…. Okay. Alright. Yeah, thank you.” you end the call staring at the screen dumbfounded. 

As you stand there silently trying to figure out your next move you see Josh walk into the kitchen to join you at the counter. He leans his hip onto the countertop, facing you.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his curly brown hair falling onto his forehead. 

You turn to face him and with a blank face you set your phone back on the counter. “No. Apparently they can’t send any trucks out until the morning after they plow the roads. The snow is too bad on the mountain?” you question.

He shakes his head, “Yeah, I was afraid of that. Listen, I don’t want to sound forward but, you are welcome to stay here until the morning. I have a guest room, and anything you might need.” he says kindly.

“Oh wow, that is so nice of you to offer, but I really feel like I am intruding. I mean, you don’t even know me.” you say. 

“The alternative is what? You sleeping in your freezing cold car? No. I know we don’t know each other, but I am a human being and from one human being to another, please. Stay. You can leave as soon as you’d like in the morning. They should have the roads plowed by 7:00.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

You stop for a second to think, but something is pulling you to stay. 

“Are you positive that I am in no way putting you out?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Absolutely not. Glad to lend a helping hand. I mean, you must be alright if you knew I was watching A Clockwork Orange.” he smiles.

You nod your head, agreeing and his face lights up with a smile.

“Should we… finish it?” he asks. You bite your lip and stare at him. You know his brown puppy dog eyes have never been rejected in his life. You can feel it.

“Okay, I guess we could. But can I use the bathroom first?” you ask.

“Oh, of course. If you step through that guest room, it’s in there.” he says pointing across the kitchen. 

“Thank you.” you say nervously.

As you make your way into the bathroom, you quickly relieve yourself and wash your hands, noticing the eclectic artwork hanging on the walls in the bedroom. He has very interesting taste in furniture and decor, but it kind of fits the feel of the house perfectly.  As you make your way back into the living room you step down into the warm space, and see Josh waiting for your return sitting on one side of the couch with his feet crossed on the coffee table. 

“All good?” he asks, he has noticed you have removed your coat and grants you a smile.

“Yeah, thanks. I am sure you didn’t see your night going this way.” you laugh as you sit down on the opposite side of the couch. But you feel it. A magnetism to be closer to him. 

What? You don't even know him…

“You’re right I didn’t but I’m kinda glad it did.” he smirks with sultry eyes.

Maybe he feels it too…

You feel your cheeks blush as he unpauses the movie, and it roars back to life. 

You spend the next hour talking instead of watching the movie, discussing the theories surrounding it and even further discussing Stanley Kubrick. You have a lot of the same opinions on his work and career. Josh is super knowledgeable about film making and even tells you how it was always his dream to be a filmmaker himself. Your heart warms at the fact that he is passionate enough to tell a complete stranger about his dreams.

You talk until the fire in the fireplace dies down and you find yourselves sitting in a dark living room, lit only by the small lamps on the book case. 

He looks over at you and stares for a second, “Let me go grab you some clothes for you to sleep in, I'll be right back.” 

“Oh, that's not necessary, I will be okay, really. I can just sleep in this.” you reply.

“Please, I insist.” he says standing and walking up the stairs, his bare feet padding up the wooden steps. 

You stand awkwardly in the living room, waiting for him to return. You walk over to the windows and stare out at the snow, still falling. You walk back into the living room, and notice the bookcase on the second floor loft. You look around to see if Josh is coming back and when you see that he isn't, you make your way up the stairs and over to the full book shelves. 

Browsing the titles you see a lot of classics. You run your index finger over the spines, stopping on names you recognize. The leather bound books are beautifully displayed and lit with tiny sconces on the front of the shelves. Bending down to look at the next row of books, you are surprised when you notice Josh standing next to you.

“Well, what do you think? Any good ones?” he laughs.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn't mean to pry. Well, actually. Maybe I did.” you smile. “But yeah, all the classics, you are well read.”

“I spend a lot of time traveling, and books are a great way to pass the time. I pull a lot of inspiration from these old books.” he says. He reaches a stack of clothes out to you and your hands brush his. You both recoil and look at each other like you have been zapped by lightning.

Surely he felt that?

You grab the stack from him, and look down. “Thank you.”

He bites his cheek like he wants to say something, but again, doesn’t.

“Come on, I will show you the guest room and get you some blankets.” he says, gesturing for you to follow him.

After a few minutes he has retrieved a few blankets for you and provided you with an extra phone charger, handing them to you with a soft smile. In the dim lighting you can see the dimple that forms in his cheek, perfectly situated above a tiny scar.

“I will turn the heat on a little warmer, sometimes it gets cold because of the windows. If you need me, I’m at the top of the stairs to the left.” he smiles, and shuts the door behind him.

You sit on the bed examining the pile of clothes he has so graciously brought you. A long sleeve white tee shirt and a pair of well loved sweatpants. You peel your clothes off of you, and slide into the much comfier attire. Maybe he was right, this will be warmer.

You plug your phone into the charger and spread the extra blanket over the twin size bed. You flip the switch on the wall and climb into the bed. You lay there hearing the wind whip against the old house. You think about your evening and how it went so completely different than you imagined. You are sleeping in a stranger's bed? The room is quiet except for the sound of the snow falling on the windows. You drift off to sleep and think of the beautiful curly haired man sleeping right above you. 

You wake yourself up shivering. Your eyes open and you're met with total darkness. The light from the alarm clock long gone, the air growing colder by the second. The distant whirr of the refrigerator reduced to nothing. The power must have gone out. Your feet are frozen, hands too. Trying to pull the blankets closer to yourself you realize they are already as close as they could be. Your body shivers under the sheets. If only you had some socks you could make it through until morning. 

You lay there for a few minutes trying to rub your feet together to create some warmth, but nothing was working. Your brain remembers the fire in the living room. It had been a few hours since it had gone out, but surely the hearth was still warm. You grab your phone, and turn on the flashlight, illuminating the floor below you. You quietly twist the door knob on the old door, and tiptoe through the hallway into the kitchen. Looking around, you see that the power is definitely out. Walking quietly down the small set of steps you find a place on the hearth of the fireplace, only to find that it too, has grown cold.

Rubbing your freezing cold hands together you think back to what Josh told you. ‘If you need anything, I’m up the stairs to the left.’ You think about going up there to ask for socks but quickly talk yourself out of it. As you look out the large windows it seems the snow has finally stopped falling, but it has accumulated quite a few inches. More than likely making the power fail. 

You scroll through your phone on the couch, but your service is weak. You can't get anything to load. Tiredness begins to creep in on you as the stinging stiffness in your hands and feel remind you of their temperature. 

Okay, just do it. Just go ask for some socks. Tell him the power is out. He will understand. 

Setting your phone on the coffee table you swallow deeply and quietly make your way up to cold wooden stairs. When you reach the landing you turn to his door, which isn’t a door at all. There is no door, it’s just an open archway. The sight in front of you nearly takes your breath away. He has a fireplace up here, and it is still glowing with embers. Your legs carry you over to it where you place your hands and are greeted with the feeling of warmth. 

Inadvertently you release a sigh as you feel your extremities warming. You hear the bed rustle behind you and you flip around, not even fully realizing that you are standing in this mans bedroom. He leans up on his arm, and you can see his eyes slowly opening as he sees you standing in front of his bed. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice light and groggy. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just– the power went out, and I was so cold I was just going to come ask you for some socks…” you stammer. “But then I saw the fireplace from the doorway, and my legs carried me here. I thought maybe if I could just warm my hands and feet I would be okay.”

He peels the blanket off of himself and stands up pushing his hair out of his face. His body clad in only his black boxer briefs, showcases his chiseled torso, glowing in the fireplace embers. You have to peel your eyes off of him as he walks across the room. 

He returns a minute later with a pair of wool camping socks, “For your feet.” he says, handing you the socks. You reach out to grab them and his hand brushes yours sending that same electricity through your system.

“My god, you are freezing!” he says. How long have you been awake and cold?” 

Bending down to pull the socks over your feet you answer, “I’m not sure, maybe twenty minutes?” 

“Why didn’t you come up here sooner?” he asks, grabbing your cold hands in his warm ones, rubbing them together to attempt to warm them. 

“Well, you were already nice enough to let me stay here, I didn't want to wake you up too.” you say bashfully. Your eyes travel down his body and back up. “Aren’t you… cold?” you ask.

“No, I’m a warm sleeper.” he answers.

“Ah, that sounds nice.” slips from your mouth before you even can register what you’ve said.

You clamp your hand over your mouth in regret and he smiles, a giggle almost leaving his chest.

“You know, I figured I would lose power. I’m not surprised. How about this… why don’t you stay up here? I will throw another log on, and we can both be warm.” he says, with innocent eyes. 

Your eyes travel to the bed behind him, plush with white fluffy duvets and blankets. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as he goes to speak again, “It’s a big bed. We won’t even touch. I just won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re down there shivering.”

He bends over and tosses another log onto the embers, poking it with the fire poker until it lights. Feeling the warmth on your back, you look back to him. “Okay, but only because I am freezing.”

“I know. I’ll get you warm, don’t worry.” he smiles. 

He walks over to the other side of his bed, pulling back the blankets and gesturing for you to slide in. He pulls the thick blankets over you and nods his head as he tucks you in.

Wow. 

You can’t even think of a time when someone took care of you like this. It’s kind of sweet.

He walks back to the fireplace and prods the log making sure it won’t roll off, and closes the mesh divider. 

He makes his way back to the bed, returning to the warm spot he left only minutes ago, sighing in relief as warmth washes over him as he pulls the duvet back over his now slightly chilled body. 

He rolls to face you, though you are on your back, eyes cast to the ceiling. You can feel his eyes staring into the side of your head, so you turn your head to look at him. The room is dark, the only light coming from the small flames in front of the bed. The orange hues dance across his cheeks, highlighting his cheekbones, and producing a sparkle in his tired eyes. 

“Do you feel it?” he whispers.

You feel your heart leap in your chest as your breath catches in your throat, “What?” you ask, nervously.

“The fire, do you feel it?” he asks.

God…

“Oh, yeah, I do. Thank you… for letting me stay up here. This is beyond…hospitable.” you reply, turning your body to face him in the bed. 

“Are you warming up?” he asks, the log crackling in the fireplace. 

“Yes, I’m starting to. I think it will take longer for my hands and feet.” you giggle.

“Here,” he says, reaching across, grabbing your hands and clasping them tightly between his. “Mine are plenty warm.”

You feel the electricity traveling through your body, and from the look on his face, he feels it too. A light hum leaves your chest as the warmth of his hands works quickly to heat your own.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, you are positive that he can see the pink blush creeping across your cheeks as you stifle a nervous smile.

“Yeah, it does. You’re lucky you’re so hot.” the words falling from your lips before you can stop them, something that seems to be happening far too often. 

A smirk flashes across his face as you stumble trying to correct yourself. “Warm, I meant warm. Not hot. I’m sorry... But, not that you aren’t hot, you are. Really. But–I meant…I’m not making this better am I...” you sigh.

“No, you know what? I think it’s perfect.” he says, his hand gripping yours, thumbs gently exploring the valleys and peaks of your knuckles.

“You do?” you ask quietly.

“Mhmm…” he hums. The rumble from his chest sends a shiver through your body.

You can feel your body temperature rising, but it isn’t from the fire. Josh’s hand releases yours and your eyes flick down as he pulls them away. He notices your furrowed brow and looks up at you.

“I told you we don’t have to touch.” he smirks, rolling to his back, positioning his hands behind his head. You roll back to your back, mimicking his actions. 

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes. You can hear the wind whipping against the windows, the thought causing you to shiver. You let your eyes travel the length of his body under the sheets and you bite your cheek as you meet his bare chest moving slowly up and down with each breath.

Pursing your lips together, you let your foot wander across the bed until it makes contact with his. You let the tips of your toes trace the curve of his ankle, as you watch a small smile play upon his lips. 

He turns his foot to meet yours, rubbing slowly over the top of yours as he twists his body to face you again. He places his hand next to his face on the pillow, pushing down the fluffy feather filled fabric, “So you do want to touch?”

You turn your body to face him, letting your foot slide up his leg, feeling the soft hairs tickle you. “Maybe a little…” you answer.

“You feel it too, don't you.” he asks. But this time, you know he isn’t talking about the fire. 

“Feel what, Josh…” you say in a playfully sultry tone.

“This.” He grabs your arm and pulls you as close to him as possible, his bare chest pressed directly to yours. 

Your legs intertwine with his as his hand cradles the back of your neck. Yours rests on his warm chest. He really wasn’t kidding about the warm sleeper thing.

Your fingertip traces the line of his collarbone as your eyes flick up to his, “Yes…I feel it too.”

You feel his breath on your forehead and you sink into him, as his body heat warms you quickly.

Feeling bold, you press a barely there kiss to his throat, stretched taut over your head. You feel his Adam's apple bob against your lips as your lips connect with his skin. His legs twitch against yours and you feel a warmth creeping down your center.

A closed mouth groan rumbles through his chest as his grip on you tightens. You have never made the first move, but tonight wasn’t a normal night. He was a stranger. A beautiful, warm stranger and you had already taken the first chance by knocking on his door.

You feel him hardening against your stomach and you smile up at him. His eyes have grown dark with want and you know yours probably look the same. “Josh…” you ask.

“Hmmm…” he hums into the top of your head.

“You know you could have just started a fire downstairs… I could have slept on the couch.” you say.

“You’re right. I could have, but I knew both of us weren’t going to fit on the couch.” he replies, voice soft as velvet.

“So you did want me in your bed…” you tease.

“From the second you asked me if I was watching A Clockwork Orange…” he says.

You crane your neck, lips furiously in search of his. You would be lying if you said you didn't catch yourself staring at his plush pink lips all night as he spoke of his passions. Thought about how they would feel, how they would taste. You thought about kissing the tiny scar you noticed on his cheek in the guest room. But nothing you imagined came close to how he actually felt. How he actually tasted. His tongue slides across your bottom lip as it begs for entry into your mouth. Slightly parting your lips he slides in, his tongue searching for yours.

You twist your fingers into his curly hair and it’s softer than you imagined. His lips pull away from yours and you whine at the loss of the heat of his tongue against yours. His lips connect with your jaw and neck as you scratch your nails against his scalp. You feel him hum against your neck as you pull on his hair, begging him for more. 

“You like that?” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Yes… kee– keep going…” you beg.

“God you��re sweet. I have to know you.” he says, as his kisses travel further down your neck. You feel his warm hand slide underneath the hem of the borrowed white shirt. His hand radiates heat across the sensitive skin of your stomach burning a path as it travels up. 

His eyes look to yours for permission, and he takes your deepend kiss as a yes as his hand connects with your hardened nipple. A moan leaves your mouth and travels into his and he rolls the taut flesh between his thumb and forefinger. 

He releases it as he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging the pliable skin. Sliding your knee upwards between his legs, you feel his full erect length straining through his boxers. You press your pelvis into his causing him to groan and pull you in tighter. 

“I want you to know me Josh, all of me.” you say, reaching down to grasp him in your hand. 

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You detach your lips from his neck as you respond with a nod, “Didn’t you say you would warm me up?”

“I did say that, didn’t I…” he teases, lifting the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head. As you lay there next to him, the orange glow of the fireplace reflects onto your skin.

“Shit, you are…for once I don’t have words.” he smiles.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you laugh.

“Good. I always have words. My brothers give me shit for it all the time. But you have me speechless…” he says with a smile.

You blush, and you're positive that even in the dark room he can see it. His dimple shows through and you pull his neck down to connect your lips with his once more. 

Your hands travel down his sides, feeling his soft smooth skin beneath your hands. Supporting himself with one hand next to your head, the other hand skims to the top of the black sweatpants, teasing the sensitive skin across your hip bones.

He hooks a finger into the waistband and tugs downward pulling them to rest at your knees. You kick them the rest of the way off, leaving you bare beneath him.

“I can’t believe you got a flat in front of my house. I can’t believe I was actually here.” he says as if thanking God for his good fortune. 

“Why wouldn’t you be here?” you whisper.

“I travel a lot. I’m not here probably six months out of the year.” he answers.

You know you want to dive deeper into that at a later time, because right now, you need him. Like you need air. Lungs burning from not having him. 

You look directly into his beautiful brown eyes as you quickly rid him of his boxers. He kicks them off and your eyes travel down his chest to see the outline of his length glowing in the fire light between you.

He drops down to place wet kisses over your stomach and hips. Stopping and looking up at you as he presses a kiss to the mound between your legs. His tongue slips out and licks a warm path up your center causing you to breath sharply at the contact. Your hips flex backwards as your body silently begs for more friction. He pushes your legs apart slightly as he repeats the same motion, a sigh releasing from your chest. 

His tongue pointedly circles around your clit, you groan becoming more audible. His hand reaches up and grabs yours placing it on the top of his head. He wants your hands in his hair and you willingly oblige. 

Weaving your fingers through the curls you find yourself instinctively pressing down on his head to bring him closer. A growl racks through his chest. 

“Josh… I….” you whine.

His lips detach from you, “I know beautiful, give it to me. I want it.” he demands.

His tongue begins to furiously swipe against you and within seconds you are free falling into your release bucking your hips up into his mouth. The moan from your chest echoing through the silent house. As you float there in the darkness you feel his mouth leave you, and once you’re fully back, you feel him pressing kisses to your thighs. 

“Josh…I want you.” you say, pulling him up to hover over you. 

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “You can have whatever you want, as long as you keep making pretty sounds like that.”

Gripping his dick in your now much warmer hand, you pull him to you, pressing him against your soaked core. 

You let go as he takes the lead, slowly sliding into you with a whispered ‘fuck.’

You adjust to him quickly, almost as if your body had been waiting for him since the minute he opened the door. His curls hang down his forehead as he sets a steady pace moving back and forth inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as your lips find his. You can taste yourself, but more, you can taste him. His essence. You can smell his earthy scent, pouring from his skin. Like a mix of damp wood and sweet vanilla. 

He rolls his hips into you eliciting a moan from your mouth. He does it again receiving the same response and a smile crosses his face. His thrusts become harsher, hitting the spot you so desperately need him to hit, and he does. Flawlessly. Your moans fill the air in the room. 

“I have heard so many things in my life, but god damn if this one isn’t my favorite.” he says, punctuating the sentence with the most sinful groan and you tighten around him. 

“Fuck… just like that gorgeous.” he says pressing deeper with each thrust.

“Josh, fuck…” you whine.

“You gonna give me another one baby? I want it…Need to feel you cum on my cock.” he pants. His hips begin to falter, thrusting wildly and inconsistently. You can tell he is close and you’re not far behind him. 

You squeeze around him as your fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back.  “Please, harder.” you beg.

Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he bites his bottom lip, thrusting into you harder than he has been, the smack of skin ringing through the vaulted ceilings. “Fuck, you want it hard baby? God you’re fucking perfect.” his hips snapping into you repeatedly like a rubberband. 

You toss your head back as you feel your stomach tightening. 

“Ahhh… fuck you’re squeezing me so fucking good… I won’t last much longer, I need you to cum for me angel. Let me have it.” he begs.

His words send you spiraling into your second release, tensing around his cock so hard, that he meets his own ending. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Groaning with each spurt your name falling from his lips like a prayer. 

His breathing is erratic as he collapses onto your chest, his messy curls tickling your face. You giggle as you push them away from your nose. He rolls off on you and onto his pillow, turning his head to face you as his breathing evens out. 

He pulls you close to him, your head laying on his chest. You listen to his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers run through your hair, occasionally twisting a strand around his finger, feeling the silkiness of it between his digits. His fingertips massage your scalp practically putting you to sleep.

“You live in Nashville, right?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

You nod your head against his chest. “I do.”

“Good.” he replies.

You kiss his chest and he places a kiss on the top of your hair, letting his arm fall loosely around your back. Sleep overtaking both of you, finally warm.

When your eyes open, you see daylight. It is bright, brighter than usual. The sky is gray and heavy with snow clouds, an ominous reminder of what looks to be another snow storm impending. Sitting up, you find yourself still in the king size bed in Josh’s room. You see now in the light of day, the entirety of the wall of windows that overtakes the back portion of his home. His bedroom opening up to the bright light of the day as soon as the sun would begin to rise. You see that he has gone from next to you, and you bite your lip, wondering if he regrets what happened. 

You pull yourself out of the warmth of the bed and redress yourself in the borrowed clothes flung onto the floor with haste last night. You make his bed, a gentle thank you, for him to find later, before you step out of the doorway and make your way down the shiny wooden steps. 

The power is back on, evident by the smell of the coffee pouring out of the kitchen. You look around the house but you don’t see Josh. Where did he go?

You walk to the coffee pot situated next to the stove, and begin opening the cabinet doors looking for a mug. Settling on a blue mug with the state of Michigan on it, you pour the steaming hot liquid into the mug, breathing in deeply the invigorating scent. 

You carry the hot mug into the guest room, setting it on the bedside table as you change back into your own clothes. A few minutes later as you reemerge with the empty mug, you see Josh standing at the counter. He has on a sweatshirt and pants, and his hands are dirty. His cheeks are flushed pink from the cold outside air.

“I was wondering where you went.”  you say sheepishly, placing your mug on the counter. 

“I woke up and decided, ‘Who needs Triple A’... I can do it. So I went and dug your car out of the snow, and changed your flat. I have to admit, I haven’t had to do anything like that in a while. Probably since I was home in Michigan. It may have taken me longer than it should but … it was kinda nice. But I will admit it was hard to peel myself away from you this morning.” he smiles.

“You didn’t have to do that!” you implore, “Gosh I feel so bad, I already feel like I have imposed so much!”

Peeling his hoodie off, he rushes to you. “You weren’t an imposition. You were the unexpected surprise I needed. The best surprise.” he says, grabbing your hands. “Last night was…perfect and I want to see you again. In fact I don’t even want you to go.” he says shyly.

“Really?” you ask, nervously.

“Yeah, but I understand you probably need to…” he says looking down to the floor. Your heart clenches realizing how nervous he is, and that’s when you decide.

“I actually have nowhere to be… but… I do need a shower and I’ll probably need some clothes.” you smirk.

“You know…I think I can help with that.” he smiles.

You peer out the window behind him, snow flurries just beginning to fall as you ask, “Have you ever seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? I feel like you’d like it…”

He shakes his head in amazement as a smile spreads across his face, making way for his perfect dimple. With his look suddenly turning to a devilish grin, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs, laughing the whole way. 

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[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 14 (Final)

Abby stared at the spot where Becky had vanished, her horrified screams still echoing in her ears. She couldn’t help but feel a little sick, but happiness quickly took over. Who cared about stupid, stinky Becky? She’d won! She wouldn’t have to wear baby clothes or diapers anymore! She wouldn’t have to act like a stupid little girl! And she could wish for anything she wanted!

Intense, giddy excitement welled up inside her. She knew it was just another one of the babyish traits the Magician had given her, but she still couldn’t control herself. She started jumping up and down as her emotions overwhelmed her – she was just so happy! “I win! I win!” she squealed. “I get three wishes!”

The Magician chuckled at her immature antics. “Yes, little one. You win. Now, why don’t you tell me what you want to wish for, sweetie?”

Abby squealed again, wonderful ideas flashing through her mind. She’d been so focused on the game that she hadn’t even really considered what fabulous things she could ask for with her wish, but now, with the childish energy coursing through her, her answers burst from her lips at once.

“I wanna big mansion!” she demanded eagerly. “And, and I wanna be rich! And I want a handsome husband to care for my every need! And-”

“Hold your horses, sweetie!” the Magician chuckled. “You’ve made your three wishes! Alright then, Abby. A big, lavish mansion, all the money you could ever need, and a handsome husband to take care of you.”

“Yeah!” Abby shouted, still bouncing in excitement.

The Magician smiled his dark, twisted smile. “Your wish is my command.” And with a snap of his fingers, Abby’s surroundings vanished.

At once, the playroom had disappeared, and Abby found herself in an enormous, lavishly decorated bedroom, with gorgeous chests of drawers, a walk-in closet, and a king size bed. She grinned. She had her mansion. And she clearly had her riches as well. Now to find her perfect husband…

But when Abby took a step towards the door, she realised that something was wrong. There was still something thick between her legs. Something soft and crinkly. She looked down and breathed in sharply when she saw the puffy white nappy she was wearing around her waist. Why was she still in diapers?! And why wasn’t she wearing any other clothes?! Didn’t this new life of hers come with lavish outfits in the latest styles?

Then, her stomach dropping horribly, she realised. In her babyish excitement, she’d completely forgotten to wish herself back to normal.

“No…” she whispered, but even as she spoke she felt a fullness in her bottom, a pressure that became uncontrollable almost as soon as it had appeared. “No!” she squealed. Abby clenched her bottom as tightly as it would go, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her. She felt herself bending her knees and sinking into an uncontrollable squat, her padded bottom thrust out behind her and her bare breasts wobbling on her chest. Then with a loud grunt, she started pooping her pants. A stream of warm pee-pee soaked into the padding as well, drenching and discolouring the front of the large, pristine nappy she’d only just been magicked into. The seat of her diaper sagged as a heavy, stinky load dropped into the back. “No!” she cried, as the yucky mess filled her pants. “You twicked me!” she screeched, even though the Magician was nowhere to be seen. “It’s not fair! I won! I WON! I wanna be a big girl again! I WISH I WAS A BIG GIRL AGAIN!”

She heard a chuckle from the doorway, and looked up. But it wasn’t the Magician. It was her boyfriend, Alex, the one she’d been serially cheating on for months and months.

“Hi, darling!” he cooed, hungrily taking in the sight of her messing her nappy like a two-year-old. “I’ve missed you, sweetheart. I kept hoping you’d be back sooner, but it looks like you managed to hold on right to the end, didn’t you, baby?”

Abby just stared at him in horror. Then she scrunched up her face again as her body started dumping another wave of poo-poo into her pants.

Alex chuckled again and strode over to her. “The Magician told me he’s given you all sorts of babyish behaviours,” he said pleasantly. His eyes were glittering, not unlike the Magician’s had done whenever he was feeling particularly malevolent. “But that’s okay, princess. Even though you’re just a big, stinky baby now, Daddy still loves you.”

Abby groaned, partly in disgust at what she’d just done in her diaper, and partly in horror at her boyfriend’s words. A big, stinky baby? Daddy?! No… She’d won! This wasn’t supposed to be happening! She looked up at him tearfully and remembered her own words – a handsome husband to care for my every need – and let out a piteous sob.

“There, there, precious girl,” Alex said soothingly – but there was something darkly patronising about his tone as well. He stroked her back, and reached down to pat her sagging nappy. “It’s okay. It won’t be so bad. It’s not like your life is over, silly! But a lot of things are going to have to change, little one, and I’m not just talking about your diapers.” He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “Things are going to have to change in the bedroom.”

Abby felt a chill run down her spine, and then the realisation of what was happening became too much, and she started bawling at the top of her lungs.

Abby’s New Life

Months later, Abby pouted in her crib. Her nappy was full and yucky and she wanted changies now. But Daddy was busy with his new girlfriend. Her nursery was right next to his bedroom, the room she’d so mistakenly believed to be her own when she’d first appeared in her new home, and she could hear the faint sounds of a creaking bed and short, excited gasps and moans through the wall.

She blushed with humiliation. Daddy was supposed to be her boyfriend, but doing naughty things like that with him (or indeed with anyone) was a big no-no for her now. She’d been naughty for sleeping with other men, Daddy said, and her punishment was to say bye-bye to adult fun forever. She scowled petulantly and went back to looking at the large TV screen Daddy had set up facing her crib. Something to keep you entertained while I’m doing grown-up things, he’d told her. Madelyn Smith was on the screen. It was one of her many porn videos; Ex-Feminist Sucks Dick in a Pissy Diaper.

Abby watched Madelyn deepthroat the man’s cock, cross-eyed and drooling, a clearly soaked nappy squishing beneath her bottom as she sucked, and her pussy tingled. She started rocking against her teddy-bear, biting her lip. She was desperate. Desperate for anything, for any kind of sexual contact with a man at all. Maddy might have been turned into a diaper fetish pornstar, but at least she still got to have sex!

Abby could feel the beginnings of a tantrum coming on. She’d won the Magician’s game! And yet here she was, sitting in her crib in a wet and messy nappy, watching a feminist academic turned adult-baby bimbo slobber and drool over a man’s cock while her own boyfriend fucked another girl in the bedroom next door!

And it wasn’t just Maddy – she saw all of her former co-contestants a lot more regularly than she’d hoped. She saw Katherine’s ridiculous adult Pampers advert whenever she was allowed to watch television with Daddy. Abby had never liked her, but she still found herself blushing with second-hand embarrassment at the thought of Katherine dirtying her diaper on camera for millions of people to see.

Then there was Becky. They went to the same daycare, at least on the days when Daddy said he was too busy to be stuck changing her smelly nappies, and the staff were constantly having to separate the two of them when they inevitably started shoving or name-calling or pulling on each other’s pigtails at any opportunity.

Susie was there too, but she was in the older girls class. Abby might have been jealous if it wasn’t for the bright red bottom she was so often sporting under her soggy training pants. It seemed that even though she was unable to disobey her mother, the woman always made sure to give her daughter plenty of ‘smacky bum-bum time’ to remind her of her place. When she was led past the older girls room, Abby sometimes saw Susie perched on one of the little plastic training potties than lined one side of the wall, doing her business while a daycare worker supervised – at least on the days when the girl’s mother didn’t send her to daycare with a bulky diaper under her skirt.

Abby’s attention drifted back to Maddy, the baby bimbo. She watched her sucking cock jealously, growing more and more restless in her crib. She still had no more control over her emotions than the average toddler. Tears stung her eyes, and she started breathily heavily. Her chest hitched. Then, out of nowhere, she couldn’t contain herself any longer. “WAAAAAAAAAAH!” she wailed at the top of her lungs. “WAAAAAAAAAAH! I don’t wanna be a baby! DADDY PLEASE! I don’t wanna pee and poop my pants! I don’t wanna wear NAPPIES! I wanna have big-girl naughty time! I wanna be a grown-up again! WAAAAAAAAAAH!”

She heard a woman’s laughter from the bedroom, followed by a girlish squeal and a moan of pleasure, and she sobbed and cried even harder, pounding the mattress of her crib furiously. She wanted to have sex! She wanted to fuck!

Driven wild by the sounds of cocksucking from the television and sex from the room next door, Abby mounted her teddy-bear and began to hump it desperately in her soaked and stinky diaper, grinding her pussy against the sodden padding and trying to imagine she was with a man. Her neediness built and built, and the sounds of sex got louder and louder, not quite drowned out by the whorish moans coming from the TV. She started issuing little high-pitched grunts of pleasure. Her mind was focused on the noises coming from the bedroom, and as her boyfriend’s latest lay cried out in orgasm, Abby did the same in her poopy nappy. Then she collapsed onto her mattress, red-faced and breathing heavily, her full diaper stuck up in the air behind her. It was the closest she’d ever get to having sex again.

Just like all the other girls, Abby’s life had been forever altered, and she would have no choice but to get used to it.

The End

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[ratedfleur]

the aftermath of the “practice” with taerae pls!!

after he’d make you squirt only by his fingers, he’d make you squirt again using his mouth and dick.

taerae would make you squirt at least once or stimulate you enough to get you to a second.

“you can do one more, pretty. cum for me.” taerae cooed before he licked your pussy up again, licking stripes along your folds before he focused the tip of his tongue at your clit, poking a finger into your hole to get you to squirt on him again.

you whined and writhed underneath him, thighs quivering around taerae’s head that was busy pleasuring your pussy.

he slurped all of your juices up before he sucked your clit, making you trash around underneath him. taerae’s hands immediately gripped your thighs, stopping you from trashing around.

taerae continued to suck on your clit as he fingered you, slowly getting you to the edge of cumming and squirting all over him.

“shit, holy shit! baby, ‘m cumming!” you cried out loud before cumming all over taerae’s mouth, making him moan when his tongue gets a taste of your cum.

he continues to eat you out through your orgasm, still trying to get you to squirt. his tongue continues to toy with your clit, flicking the swollen nub.

you screamed before your hips quivered uncontrollably, hole clenching around his finger before you squirted on him, your hole clenched so hard that it plopped his finger out of you.

taerae moaned when you started squirted, mouth trying to catch the liquid that squirted out of you.

“good girl.” taerae moaned as he lapped up the last of your slick once you were done squirting all over him, he slightly got up and you saw how his chest and torso were wet from your squirt, making you whine and look away from the mess you made on him.

“now now, you can do another one yeah? just one more on my dick and we’ll be all done.” taerae purred as he properly got up on his knees, stripping himself from his jeans.

he didn’t even bother to take them off properly and simply got them to pool at his knees, immediately jerking himself off a few times before he lined himself up to your pussy, not bothering to wait for you and simply pushed himself into you, immediately bottoming out and thrusting away.

you screech when he started his fast and hard thrusts, taerae gripped onto your waist to pull you towards him, one hand maneuvering your legs to make them wrap around his waist before he fucked you properly.

“baby please! i can’t anymore, no more please!” you cried out loud when taerae pounded away, not even listening to your cries.

you cried even louder when taerae’s thumb rubbed your clit as he fucked you, his balls slapped against your ass as he pulled you up, making you sit on his lap before he made you ride him. he didn’t let you move, taerae simply held onto your waist and maneuvered you up and down his length, reaching places he didn’t reach with his fingers earlier.

you cried as he made you ride him, your head lolled down to settle on taerae’s shoulder as you bounced on top of him.

“gonna make a mess in you, pretty. make you all pretty with my cum— fuck.” taerae hissed as you held onto his shoulders, properly bouncing on top of him.

you proceeded to grind and bounce on him, dick hitting all the right places which has you sniffling as you rode him. taerae still kept his hands on you, helping you land on his dick hardly when you plopped down.

“baby, ‘m sorry.. ‘m gonna cum!” you cried out loud, throwing your head back when you felt yourself go over the edge, marking taerae’s pelvis wet with your slick and now your squirt.

“oh my god, fuck fuck fuck!” you cursed as you squirted uncontrollably on taerae’s dick, you quickly got off of his dick and lied down in front of him, rubbing yourself as you squirted all over taerae.

taerae cursed as he jerked himself off to the sight of you squirting, he didn’t even wait for your orgasm to die down and he quickly got down to insert himself into you once more, fucking you a few more times before he released inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum.

“see? you could squirt, pretty. just need a good dick to fuck you.” taerae panted as he came inside of you, cum immediately leaking from your pussy and onto yours and his inner thighs.

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[word-wytch]

Little Things

Eddie Munson x Reader (Hurt/Comfort)

649 words

Warnings: Suggested parent death, crying

Summary: You surprise Eddie by baking him a cake for his birthday and have no idea how much it means to him. Genderless reader.

A/N: A friend told me that Joseph said somewhere that Eddie's mom died and his dad was in jail. I figured the latter but the former got me all up in my feelings. I don't know where the source is for Joseph saying this, it could just be hearsay but it's my headcanon now. I cried writing this, enjoy.

You held the cake in its tupperware container back against the passenger seat as you approached the stop sign. You really wished you were a better decorator. In your defense you hadn’t made many birthday cakes in your life so you had to cut yourself some slack, and the icing had air pockets in the tube so the splatters weren’t totally your fault. You were kicking yourself about the spacing more than anything.

You wanted to make it pretty. You had really high hopes when you bought all the supplies. You hoped it tasted good at least. The homemade vanilla frosting certainly did when you licked it off your messy fingers.

Your Ford Pinto screeched as it rounded the corner to Forest Hills trailer park. The overcast sky hung heavy over the quiet neighborhood. There was hardly a soul around. Eddie’s van was in the driveway, to your relief, but something else tugged there too. Was he alone? You parked your car on the street and grabbed the cake.

The knock at the flimsy metal door seemed so loud in the wake of the silence around you. You had to knock twice before you saw a tall shadow in the door window.

Eddie peeked his head around the door as it opened. His dark eyes were wide with surprise and there was a soft but curious smile creeping across his face at the sight of you.

“Happy birthday!” you said cheerfully.

“Oh wow thanks!” he said, moving his socked feet backwards on the carpet to let you inside.

“I made you a cake,” you said, holding up the yellow tupperware container triumphantly before setting it down on the flimsy metal table so you could open it up.

The frosting was uneven and you were halfway through writing birthday on the circular cake before you realized you were writing too big, so -day went on the next line.  “I’m sorry it’s not prettier, I really tried to make it-“

His arms came around you before you could finish. It totally caught you off guard for a second, but your arms found their way around him too, as if they were meant to be there. You stood there for a moment in silence, rocking him back and forth a little, ever so gently. His hair was soft against your face. You ran your hand up and down the back of his well-worn cotton t-shirt comfortingly. Did this gesture really mean that much to him?

After a moment he slowly released his grip. "I’m sorry, I...I haven't," he glanced off to the side, trying to blink back the tears, embarrassed for crying. “I’m sorry.”

“No it’s ok, it’s ok,” you said softly, rubbing his arm.

“I mean,” he took a deep breath, trying to collect himself. “Wayne always picks something up at the grocery store, but it’s been a while since,” he gestured to the homemade cake.

“Oh,” you said softly, tears prickling behind your eyes threateningly at the sight of him crying.

“My mom always used to,” he said, barely above a murmur.

Your arms came around him again before another beat could pass. You wondered how many birthdays it had been.

His arms tightened around you. You heard him sniffle. You were really trying to hold back but you were full on crying now and helpless to stop it.

“Oh jeez you bake me a cake and I make you cry, how’s that for ‘thank you’?” he chuckled through tears. Always the one to try and lighten the mood.

“I’ll bake you a cake every year if it means that much to you,” you said without a second thought.

His chest bounced as he chuckled softly, releasing his grip so he could look you in the eyes. He was smiling now, eyelashes still wet. His hands lingered gently on your arms. “Well, let’s see how it tastes first,” he winked.

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[lennox0arts]

And now, a head canon

HC #1 [icarus]

Icarus gets really claustrophobic after the prison. ◇•☆○ו•×☆●☆ו•×○☆•◇ "Yeah, of course." Icarus answered. Why wouldn't they be able to help Fable down in the mines? There wasn't a logical reason to say no. So, naturally, Icarus said yes. And everything was going so well! They were laughing with their dad, listening to stories of their mother while they worked. Everything was perfect until Icarus felt their stomach twist as the world collapsed around them. They clenched their eyes shut and hugged their arms around their middle, their wings naturally tucking behind their back in a protective manner. They somehow managed to land safely on their feet, thanks to the scratchy soft ground of wherever they were. They opened their eyes to find themself submerged in darkness with no torches to light up their surroundings. They could hear their shaky breathing echo and bounce around off of what they could only assume was stone. They felt blood drip down from their cheek, adding to the stains on their jacket. Instinctively, Icarus reached up to wipe away the blood but froze when they felt their elbow brush roughly against rock.

Their breathing became unsteady and fast as they found themself again in the dreadful obsidian box they'd once been locked in. And despite all of the logical pieces of their brain screaming that it wasn't real, the panic of being back there screamed twice as loud. "No!" They felt themselves whisper. "No, no, no, no, no!" They couldn't breathe, oh gods, they couldn't breathe and they were trapped again in the last place they'd ever want to be. They can't be back here. Not again. Oh gods, not a- "Icarus?!" The strong voice interrupted their thoughts and seemed to bring the entire world to a screeching halt. "Dad?!" They breathed, voice hoarse and pathetic in their throat. "Where are you?" He said. It wasn't a question. It was a demand. A demand for the world to bring Icarus back to him. A demand that held such power as it echoed through the entire cave system. "I… I don't know!" Icarus felt their voice catch in their throat as the true reality settled on their shoulders. "Keep talking, the more noise, the easier I can find you." The voice echoed. But Icarus couldn't speak, his throat had closed up in panic and the only noise their yells managed was a small stifled sob. They needed to do something. Think, they told themself. A thought, an idea. It might just work. They took a shaky breath in, then pushed the air out in a loud, almost birdlike whistle. Then they saw a light, a torch, above them. "It's okay," Fable smiled halfheartedly, "I'm here now." ◇•☆○ו•×☆●☆ו•×○☆•◇

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[law-d-water-trafalgar]

Childhood Friends with Law

You have a genetic mutation that you cannot get Amber Lead Syndrome.

Includes: flashback to childhood, after two year skip, punk hazard, become girlfriend after they realize who the other is.

Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, killing.

Some mistakes sorry <3

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(N) POV

Flashback To Childhood

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"Come on Trafalgar let's play!" I say as he responds

"I have homework to do maybe later okay (n)?" Trafalgar says as he walks inside his house.

'Hes always studying to become a doctor like his dad and mom I guess it's okay, hell come play when hes ready.' I think as I bounce the ball up and down. But one day none of his family came to the door as I knocked.

That was six months ago. Sighing I go back to my house only to see my mother and father dead on the couch. Screaming I ran away, passing by bodies upon bodies.

"Kill them all!" I hear someone yell as I hide in the dead bodies slowly moving toward the shore as I move slowly stopping when someone was close by. Once past all the people who were killing everyone I ran towards the shore only to see a tiny boat and a gaint ship. I quickly untie the tiny boat and sail off into the sea praying not to be seen. After three days I finally reached a lush island in the north blue and set an anchor for my boat. Starving and being dehydrated for three days I found a river and drank as if I've never drank before. Then looking for fruits all I saw was one weirdly shaped curly fruit the taste was unbearable but I gulped it down.

"Theres nothing else here so sad..." I spoke outloud but I felt the words bounce back at me. A purple sphere was around me as I discovered I now had powers.

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After Two Year Time Skip At Punk Hazard

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I'm guarding the Sunny as the other Strawhats decide to go on the island.

"No I'll watch the ship go on ahead you guys" my long (c) hair flowing in the wind as everyone says there goodbyes.

"We shouldn't be that long stay safe (n)-swan" Sanji coos as Nami punches his head.

"Theyll be fine right (n)" Nami yells over to you as you respond.

"Yup all good here" I state as I walk into the bedroom and plop on the bed as they all leave.

"Time to catch up on my reading finally" I state in a humble tone.

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After almost all day

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"Shouldnt they be back by now just how big is this island?" I state worriedly. But before I knew it Franky comes farting down and lands on the Sunny.

"Franky what's going on? Where is everyone?" I ask worriedly.

"Oh there was a bit of trouble and some poison gas so I'm moving the Sunny on the other side of the island" I nod as I unfurl the sails and were on our way.

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On The Other Side Of The Island

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"(N) go inside the Sunny I sense others nearby" Franky say to me as I spot two figures in the sky.

"Rogar Commander Franky" I say then run away as my devil fruit isnt the best for combat. I'm the crews well, life coach basically and help Chopper mainly with doctor things as his assistant.

Suddenly I hear a loud screech of wheels as I peek out from the bedroom the smokes been cleared from the area below. Seeing all your crewmates you jump down from the Sunny.

"Baby five?! Buffalo?! Why are you here?!" You see a strangely familiar hat then look at the man more closely hes wearing a cloak which is black and yellow and spotted jeans. But the hat looked so familiar. I run up to my crewmates and ask

"Is everyone allright?"

"Yes were all here we picked up these children also we must protect them at all costs" Nami says to me as I scan the area. The apparent Baby Five and Buffalo had been defeated quickly and captured along with Ceasar. I see Sanji preparing a food pit, and everyone else talking. I go sit next to familiar hat and general Smoker. After being handed a bowl of soup I over hear there having a serious conversation so I silence them in a bubble so I can't hear them anymore. Turned around I just drank my soup as I felt eyes on my suddenly I turned back round only to see familiar hat guy staring at me talking. So I unsilenced them.

"What was that again?" I ask familiar hat guy.

"Where did you find that fruit? How did you get your hands on it?" He asks me. So I explain

"Well I used to live in the town of Flevance but when they started killing people because of the Amber Lead Syndrome I pretended to be dead among the bodies then made my way to shore-" I hear everyone partying hard and fast so I try to hurry the story up

"After finding a boat I sailed to a deserted lush island where the only fruit that was there was, the one I ate, it was swirly and pretty but tasted horrible and that's how I got these powers." I say softly as familiar guys eyes widen.

"Theres no way you survived the Amber Lead Syndrome too" he says as I ponder what he says I realize he said too.

"Wait do you know someone who survived it too? I have a genetic mutation so I cant actually get Amber Lead Syndrome" shock just shown on his face as he asks

"What's your name?" I retort

"Well what's your name mr. Mysterious?" Playing with him. With a sigh he says

"Trafalgar D. Water Law and you now? Do you have a heart birthmark on your waist?" He asks impatiently. Shocked I've never told or even shown anyone my birthmark before besides my old bestfriend.

"My names (n) D. (LN) and yes I do" revealing your birthmark hes in even more shock as it Dawn's on you

"You were my childhood best friend!" You both state outloud at the same time.

"Trafalgar?" I say blankly as shock shown on my face.

"(N)?" He says more like a statement.

"I thought you died from the Syndrome like everyone else?" You question.

"There is a time and place for us to talk (n) now isnt the time" he says coldly.

"Well make time silence" I use my powers on us now.

"You were always so pushy but yet understanding too, still are."he says.

"Tell me how you survived you were pale and had the disease how did you survive Trafalgar?" I ask worriedly about my best friend.

"After my parents died I tried to join Don Quixote Doflamingos group but being kicked out so many times by Cora his brother. I took the hint only after Cora told me something about the D. After that he blew his under cover and took me to every hospital in the world but noone was willing to help. So he resorted to the Ope Ope No Mi and stole it and made me eat it. Which in turn cured me as I hide among dead bodies. Though he was shot by his own brother right after I ate it and as I got away he used that silence on me since I was crying. He gave his life for me. He was so compassionate just like you (n)." Trafalgar states as he stands up and walks over to you.

"This stays between us" I raise my pinky finger as he blushes and raises his as we link pinkies and shake.

"Our old handshake you remembered!" I say happily.

"But this Cora did he have the same powers I do now? All I remember is you were gone then after six months my parents died so I left as they were killing everyone off" I say softly.

"He had the exact same devil fruit as you do, it must be fate" he says quietly. I stand and hug him tight in a bear hug but hes grown so tall over the years he towers over me now, me being (height) tall. Hes taken aback but hugs me back for a short period as if hes forgotten the outside world. After a minute we both part.

"I have to tend to the children now (n)" he says softly as if he doesnt want to go.

"Okay do your thing Trafalgar" I say sweetly as I unsilence the bubble. He goes off onto the gaint SAD ship. Soon Chopper comes running off the SAD ship screaming

"Hes a murderer, hes murdering them do something!"

"Now I'm a murderer!" I hear Brook say as he breaks Kinemon and Kinemon pops out of the mold Momo cries out

"Father! Your alive!" As their touching reunion happens Kinemon tells Momo the food is safe to eat and he starts to eat . As everyone finishes then the marines make a wall and start chanting pirates are horrible trust the marines! After that fiasco happens the children and marines set sail off into the distance.

Everyone boards the Sunny except Vice Admiral Smoker and his marines and we set sail. Trafalgar has a chat on his transponder snail with someone, once done you and Robin go up to him.

"Dont mean to bother you, but who were you on the snail with?" Robin asks him.

"His black market name is Joker but others know him as Don Quixote Doflamingo. I set up a trade, his resignation as a warlord for Ceaser." Trafalgar says.

"Ahh!!! So were taking down a warlord I'm down-" I say but was cut off

"You are not going (n) this is personal" he says looking serious pointing at me. I nod and put my hand to my face thinking.

"Hey Luffy is it okay if I leave the crew to join Trafalgars crew?" As the words leave my mouth I hear everyone gasp.

"What? Hes my childhood bestfriend I cant just leave him now, again." I say as Nami says

"But well miss you (n) what about our girl time?"

"I never asked you to join either" Trafalgar says looking up at you while he sits on the floor.

"So you dont want me to join?" I ask acting hurt. He rubs the back of his head and says

"Well I wouldnt be opposed to it, just what does Luffy think though? I mean he is YOUR Captain...."

"If you want to leave then go live your life (n)" Luffy yells from the head of the Sunny. I look at everyone and say

"So its decided?" As everyone nods.

"Thank you for always being there for me everyone, you all mean so much too me. I'll never forget you all and it's not like I'm going anywhere, right now, Trafalgar formed an alliance with the Strawhats remember?" Nami nods as I look around at everyone looking back at me. Making me uncomfortable.

"Okay your stares of judgement are enough I get it!" I yell as everyone resumes what they were previously doing. Each one of them eventually comes up to talk to me about leaving but my hearts dead set on it and I tell them that. After awhile you see a sub emerge from the water beside the Sunny.

"Since your apart of my crew now your staying in the Polar Tang while we all go to Dressrosa." Trafalgar says.

"Room Shambles" as we both poof into the submarine after packing my stuff.

"Heres my room just put your stuff in the closet you can stay with me since all the other rooms are full." Trafalgar says to me softly with a slight blush on his face as he pulls his hat down slightly. I definitely notice as he was my childhood crush as well but he could never feel the same about me could he?

"Awe your blushing like back then" I squeal as I hug him embracing him now that were alone. He reciprocates and pulls me in for a hug tightly against his chest, him blushing even more now but look away.

"Oh how I've missed you Trafalgar" I coo to him as he retorts

"I've missed you as well (n)" picking me up and laying me gently on the bed as he undresses into a shirt and pants and lays Kikoku to rest. I snuggle under the covers that smell like him. As he slides into bed as well turning off the nightstand light. He eventually falls asleep since it was close to dark and we all have days till we reach Dressrosa.

I awoke in the morning, early with Laws arm behind my head and him cuddling me spooning/cuddling breathing in my neck making me have goosebumps. I hurry and close my eyes while blushing and wrap my arm around his waist. He moves and lays on his back while I'm lieing on my side his arm wrapped around me, holding me close. I just tried to keep my eyes closed and not move. Soon Trafalgar awakens opening his steel eyes I feel him recoil slightly.

'He must have realized our position hehe hes so cute' I think as he sighs I flutter my eyes and pretend to wake up. I look over to Trafalgar, realize I'm laying on his arm and sit up blushing.

"Did you um sleep well Trafalgar?" I ask while still lightly blushing.

"Yea I slept good for once." He says slightly blushing as well as he gets up and changes in the bathroom. He then comes out in his cloak and hat with Kikoku then puts on his socks and shoes. "Where are you going?" I ask curiously.

"I need to prepare the crew." He says blankly but I see a little pink on his face and I smile.

"Okay Captain!" I say cutely as he pulls down his hat slightly and looks away.

"Be back soon" he says quietly as he walks down the hall. Laying on the bed I suddenly hear an announcement.

"We have a new crew member say hello to (N) D. (LN) my childhood friend, sometime" I hear Trafalgar say on the intercom probably from the control room. Suddenly I hear steps and a slide and crash into our door. I look at three figures standing in front of the door all in boiler suits.

"Heya I'm Penguin and this is Sachi" Penguin helps Sachi up.

"And I'm Bepo" a big polar bear who was stand on the paws said.

"Aweeee!! So cute!" I run and latch onto Bepo and he hugs me back.

"Captain never has brought back a girl-" Sachi was cut off by Penguin

"Their his childhood friend"

"Oh my gosh I'm right here" I say outloud then look down.

"So what was Captain like as a kid?" Penguin asks as they all look curiously at me.

"Well he always studied to become a doctor. He rarely got to play with me but I went every day to his house to see if he wanted to play." I say as I sit on the bed Indian style in my shorts and crop top. They all come closer to me and sit down.

"He was soo cute and still is" I say as I cover my mouth. Embarrassed I hid my cheeks.

"Shambles" Law looks around and asks them

"What are you three doing get to work" as they all scrambled up and out the door. This gave me an opportunity to calm down.

"Yes Captain!" They as say snickering as they ran away.

"So what's up Trafalgar?"

"Theres something I must confess..." he says while closing the door.

"What's that Trafalgar?" Putting Kikoku to rest. He sits on the bed.

"I was planning on telling you the day I left but I couldn't..." he says quietly.

"What is it? I ask curiously.

"Remember I told you before I had something to say, back before?" He says.

"Ohhh yea what was it?" I perk up. He looks me in the eyes with his gorgeous grey eyes.

"Well.... I had a... crush on you ..." he blushes fully and looked down.

"Oh had a crush?" I say looking down slightly.

"Have...." him blushing more looking away with his hat turned down. I get off the bed and go up and hug him close.

"I ... have a crush on you too Trafalgar I have for many years, I never thought you of all people would just up and die. I still had hope." I say boldly as he hugs me back.

"I never thought youd like me back." He says as he brushes my arm, with his arm as he placed his hands behind him on the bed.

"Are you kidding? I never thought you ever liked me." I say shocked. As he wraps an arm around me pulling me inward.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that (n) I thought I was being very direct, guess not." He says.

"Well if you wanna do this right you have to ask me properly." I say as I wait sitting on the bed staring at him now.

*sigh*

"Will you (n) be my girlfriend?" He asks gently as I'm frozened but eventually thaw out. I shake my head up and down.

"Yes I'll be with you Trafalgar, even though things are different now."I say hugging him close.

Trafalgar told you not to tell anyone because they could use it against me or him but you ended up telling Nami and Robin. But so far they haven't told anyone else. Bepo, Sachi and Penguin have a new friend now. And I have a new boyfriend.

<3<3<3

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[clovermarigold]

Daggers & Daffodils Chap.24

Dagur x Reader

WARNING: Alrighty readers, trigger warning. I know this probably wasn't what you expected from this cringey fic, but we have some depictions of violence coming up. Don't worry, nothing is too graphic, but it is still very apparent what is happening. You have been warned.

Rage. All Dagur could feel was rage. In a matter of minutes, he had managed to lose both his Dragon eye, his treasure, and his, well... you. Fear plagued the crew as they watched their chief walk across the wooden deck wordlessly. By now Dagur would have screamed or thrown someone over the side of the ship. But it was his silence that left the ship quiet and shaking. Dagur suddenly stopped walking, his eyes never once leaving the floor. "B-boss" one of the berserkers asked taking a step too close. In a swift movement, Dagur wrapped a hand around his neck throwing him onto his back, fingers still wrapped tightly around his windpipe restricting air. 

The audience of berserker soldiers could only wince and look away doing nothing as Dagur let loose his anger on the poor man. After a few minutes Dagur stilled, panting heavily in exhaustion, fists stained red, and eyes bloodshot. This was his breaking point. Hiccup Haddock had stolen from him for the last time. Now, he would pay. He would pay for taking you from him, for not letting him make things better between the two of you after your argument, for getting in the way of your engagement, for everything. Meddling in the affairs of others would have a price, one that would be paid for in blood. 

Your bed felt heavenly upon your arrival home. Though, a nagging part in the back of your brain would point out how much softer Dagur's had been. It would do, you were too exhausted to complain. The salt from the sea water had dried in your hair, crusting it and leaving small grains. You would need to wash before you fell asleep. Maybe things would get better soon. They had to; you weren't sure how much more of this you could take. You sighed, "Why is everything ten times more difficult than it needs to be" you asked, looking up above you where Silver Tongue hung upside down. Letting out a snort and puff of steam, he covered himself in his wings, clearly fed up with you. "...Scabbard, you're my new favorite" the larger dragon's reclusiveness shed like a snake's skin as he unraveled his wings with a sharp and upset screech. You laughed, yeah. Things were going to get better.

Your supply run to Berk was a nice break from the swarms of Fireworms, Rumblehorns, and Quakens you were forced to deal with the past few weeks. Your father certainly enjoyed it, not so subtly hinting at needing their village dragon healer back home. You were tempted to stay, but the others needed you, and besides, Gothi was doing just fine taking care of the village ailments, even if she didn't specialize in creatures with four legs. 

"Okay gang, remember; were only taking absolute necessities to Dragon's Edge" Hiccup explained only to be met with laughter from Snotlout. "I guess we're leaving you behind, Fishlegs". "Come on. You're better than that, Snotlout. Oh, wait. No, you're not" Fishlegs said loading backs of rocks onto Meatlug. "Don't mind him, Fishlegs. He's just coping with the fact that his dad didn't want to say hi when we got here" you said with a smile as you tied down your last basket of herbs onto Silver Tongue's saddle. "Hey" Snotlout let out an offended whine crossing his arms. 

A loud ringing sounded from the twins as Ruff slammed a mace into Tuff's head, bouncing it off of his helmet with a thud, "Not bad. That's a two. Do it again". "Ow, yeah, three. I still think we could do better". 

"Which one of the usual suspects was out sinking boats on their dragon this morning" your father along with Gobber, Bucket, and Mulch walked towards you. "Sinking boats?", "Bucket and Mulch saw the whole thing." your dad said, "And don't try convincing me that there's anyone else in the archipelago who could pull something like this off!".

You all exchanged looks wordlessly, before Tuff came up from his concussed state to yammer, "It was me, Chief! I couldn't control myself. I had to do it. What's wrong with me? Why do I do things like this? Why doesn't anybody do anything to stop me? Cand you all see that it's a desperate cry for help" he broke into sobs. "What are you talking about? None of that happened" Ruff walked up to him. "I know that. I just always wanted to confess to something. How'd it play? I didn't overdo it, did I?" you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I mean overall, you seemed grounded, but still it was a little hard to believe" Ruff said, earning an irritated sound from your father.

"Dad, we've been together all morning. It couldn't have been one of us" Hiccup explained ignoring the two imbeciles. "Well, if it wasn't one of you. We have a much more serious problem on our hands". 

"Rogue dragon rider?" Astrid asked. "Not good, not good at all" said Fishlegs. "No, it isn't. And we need to find out who it is" Hiccup said calling everyone to mount up. 

"Ok, gang, let's spread out" Hiccup called as you all landed on the beaten-up ship of Bucket and Mulch. 

"I've been thinking about this rogue dragon rider" Astrid said. "Dagur" you and Hiccup said in unison. "It makes sense. If Dagur has a dragon and is attacking ships, then who's to say we won't be next?".

"Hiccup, you got to see this" Fish legs called, directing your attention to a number of large and deep gashes ripped into the side of the ship. "Those are some deep gashes. Any idea what it could be?". "This dragon is extremely powerful. It has the slashing attack of a Speed Stinger yet from the depth of the strikes it appears to be as strong as a Typhoomerang" Fishlegs explained. "Well, any dragon that strong definitely shouldn't be anywhere near Dagur" Hiccup nodded in agreement circling back to the others, "You guys, you find anything else?". "This ship has been stripped of everything valuable" Astrid kicked an empty cargo bucket to prove her point. 

The twins meanwhile loudly fought over something large and silver. "Nothing over here. Right, sis?" Tuff attempted to lie horribly, realizing the groups eyes were on the two of them, "Nope, no-thing". 

"Zilch. Not a thing in front, behind, or to either side of us". "Oh, for Thor's sake, we can see it behind you two" you groaned. "Alright, but we get to keep it. Yeah, finders' keepers" the twins bargained Hiccup taking it from them. "A barb?" Fishlegs exclaimed. "That looks like one of Stormfly's" Astrid pointed out. 

"Which means the dragon could belong to the Sharp Class. You hear that,                                                                                                            Silver Tongue? We might have another sharp class friend" Silver Tongue huffed steam out of his nostrils, a low grumble emanating from his chest. "This. This is why Scabbard is your only friend, and she doesn't exactly have high standards".

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Hiccup asked. "Ooh ooh, good game, Hiccup! You think of something, we'll try to guess what it is. And if we do, we get a prize" Tuff put his two index fingers to either side of his head as he thought hard, Ruff soon doing the same. "Hmm, let me see. I'm thinking you two are muttonheads" Snotlout shakes his head in irritation and disbelief. "Yes! I win" Tuff jumps up with a fist in the air.

"I'm thinking, if we find the dragon, we find the rider. And I have a pretty good idea of how we can find the dragon" Hiccup said holding up the silver spine. 

After using Mulch to get an identifying drawing Stormfly activated the dragon eye to search for more information. "That's it, the Razorwhip". "Okay, Fishlegs, do your thing" walking up to the dragon eye he took a moment to decipher the runes cast on the wall, "Okay, Razorwhip. Sharp class dragon. Long, spiny, barbed tail. Very aggressive. Very dangerous. This symbol indicates it can use its tail to wrap around a victim and literally squeeze the life out of them. Unless it's in a hurry, then it just slices you in half". "Fishlegs, is there anything about this dragon that won't kill us" Astrid asks.

"It's eyeballs?" Ruff asks, "nope, poisonous tears". "Poison, I love it" Tuff cheers. "Poisons fantastic. Fishlegs, is there anything that might help us locate it" Hiccup holds his hand out to quiet the twins.  

"Let's see, huh, mmm no not that, oral hygiene, feeding habits--", "whoa whoa whoa. Go back to that one. If we can figure out what this thing eats, then we might figure out where it eats" Hiccup reasoned. 

"Sea slugs! It eats sea slugs". Tuff gaged "Slugs? I hate those slimy monsters. They're just snails without homes. Giant homeless snails!". Hiccup ignored him, "We've come across a few islands that are crawling with sea slugs. Hopefully. our Razorwhip's hungry". "And hungry for sea slugs, not Vikings" you add on, making Snotlout gulp. 

"I have a good feeling about this island" Fishlegs smiles. "That's what you said about the last five island!" Snotlout yelled at him. "Lighten up, Snotlout. He's just being positive" Snotlout rolled his eyes at you. "Well, excuse me if I'm not exactly positive to be chasing after a dragon that could cut us in half!". "Or strangle us to death" Fishlegs adds earning a laugh from you and a glare from Snotlout.

"Hey, has anyone considered what we'll do if we actually find this Razorwhip?" Astrid rasied a valid point. "You can marry it" Tuff said lacing his fingers together, idolizing the deadly dragon. "What if Dagur's riding it?"she asked. "Well, then, Ruffnut can have him. I admit, it will be complicated. But I will one day come to love him as my own" "um, Tuffnut--", "Like a little babe, a child that I carry in my arms. But he's too heavy". The group became awkwardly silent at that. "...Yeah, that's never gonna happen" Snotlout breaks the quiet. "And why's that!?" Ruff counters. "Uh, duh. Because the only type Dagur has starts with Y and ends with N" Tuff thought for a moment. "...Yarn woman!" you face palmed. "No! Y/N" Snotlout guffawed at Tuffs answer. 

"Guys, look! Smoke!" Hiccup called, "A campfire". Landing, you found a campground, the fire freshly drenched. Astrid looked at the number of crates around the site, "Could be the loot from the ship". "These gashes look familiar too," you pointed to a number of large deep scrapes along a large rock. 

"Alright, gang, let's split up, and search the island for our rogue rider and his Razorwhip. He can't be far away. Fishlegs, you and Meatlug stay, signal if they come back" Hiccup ordered, the group going off into different directions. 

Circling a section of the island with tall trees you were met with nothing. "Scabbard, seek" the small green dragon dove off the left of Silver Tongue towards the tree line only to be intercepted and caught in the mouth of a silver blur, "Scabbard!".

In a heartbeat Silver Tongue dove downwards, chasing after the cloaked rider on top of the Razorwhip. If this was in fact Dagur, you were going to kill him. Unfortunately, though Silver Tongue's four wings and massive wingspan did give him large control in the air, it also slowed him down. Thankfully to your luck Hiccup zoomed past you, chasing the rogue rider into the cliffs. "Thor, please let her be ok" your breathing though erratic and near the edge of a panic attack was able to fend it off long enough to catch up to where you saw your brother aiding the rogue rider. 

"Hiccup! Is it Dagur? Is Scabbard o--", "Heather!" the group exclaimed in shock and anger. "You rolled me into a river" Snotlout yelled. "You trapped me in a cave" Astrid had her hands on her hips. "You left me dangling in a tree" Fishlegs said with a squeak. "Your dragon tried to eat mine!" you yelled cradling the drool covered Scabbard to your chest. "And I have to admit, the chicken move? That brought back some memories".

"Well, guys, I'm sure she has a really good reason for doing what she did. Right?" Hiccup asked. "Look, I've been living out here on my own for years and I've made more than a few enemies. I didn't want you guys to be involved. I needed to send you back to Berk". "You couldn't have just, I don't know, said that?!" Snotlout said offended. "Would you have listened?" she countered.

"She has a point. We're stubborn" Astrid agreed. "Heather, whatever problems you have, whatever enemies you've made, we can help. You don't have to be out here alone anymore" Hiccup reasoned gesturing to the group. "Hiccup, please, just let this go" Heather asked. "We have a base not far from here. Come back with us. Nothing permanent. We'll get you some provisions and catch up. You can see how you like it".

"Woah, Razorwhip. This is the best dream ever" said a dizzy Tuff, as Heather's dragon inspected him closely. "It's like I can reach out and tough it" a pet and a nuzzle from the dragon confirmed Tuff's query, "I can reach out and touch it! Cold, scaly. I Tuffnut Thorston, take thee, Razorwhip, whatever your last name is, insert it here, to be my-- Oh, hey Heather. What are you doing in my dream? At my wedding. I didn't put you on the list".

"You're not dreaming Tuff" Heather smiled lightly in amusement. "Oh... huh. In that case, Razorwhip attack! Run!" Tuff scrambled back over to the rest of the group. "I see nothing has changed" Hiccup shrugged, "Yeah, same story, different year. Let's head over to dragon's edge". Heather quirked a brow at your brother, "Not gonna give up, are you?". "Not likely" Heather gave in, "Okay, Dragon's edge it is".

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Thank you everyone for reading! had to end it here because if not this chapter was going to go on for ages. 

#dagur the deranged #httyd #httyd dagur #dagur #dagur x reader #race to the edge #riders of berk #daggers and daffodils

[another-dr-another]

oh god oh fuck maeda advance -iris

Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - Oh my God.

Maeda - Oh my God.

Maeda - I- what the hell happened?!

~*~

//Maeda is still frozen- even as Hatano shoves past him, with Ōtori racing behind her.

Hatano - Get off of me! Get off!

Ōtori - Hatano, no!

Maeda - …

//Maeda tries to look at Hatano and Ōtori- Ōtori managed to snag her jacket flying out behind her, and is desperately trying to use his whole body to keep her from darting off… trying to keep Hatano, who is shrieking. Even when she isn’t speaking, her breath is audibly ragged, torn and tearing further, unable to inhale right as she tries to scrape away from Ōtori and get to-

Maeda - ………….

//…To Iranami. At one of the dining hall tables- not the one they use, closest to the kitchen, but one of the ones running perpendicular to it… she’s sitting there. Truly, it’s easy to see how Maeda saw her, and tucked it away as fine- the scene is so close to familiar. Iranami is sitting at the dining hall, legs at a bit of an angle, seemingly resting her head on her left forearm. It’s as though she were hiding her head away, then someone came to speak to her, and she turned slightly to them, to listen. 

//But she will not be speaking to anyone else. Hearing her voice was already a bit of a special occasion, and now, Maeda will never speak to her again. Because the perfect, peaceful picture is so strongly disrupted- the pink blood so vibrant, so abundant, there’s no doubt about it. Iranami has died. Some blood has dripped onto her, and to the floor, but overwhelmingly, it’s pooled around her head, on the table.

Maeda - !

//Maeda doesn’t get to stand and process anymore- he’s interrupted by Hatanos wail.

Hatano - Fuck you! Fuck you, let me go!

Ōtori - N- No!- MAEDA!

//Ōtori and Hatano have tumbled to the floor.

Maeda - …

Maeda - ………H-

Maeda - …..Huh?...

Ōtori - …Maeda- hey, Maeda, come on, listen-

Ōtori - I need you to- HATANO- I need you to go get the others, okay?

Maeda - …What?

Ōtori - Jesus Christ- Maeda, go back to Tsurugi’s dorm, I-

Ōtori - I need you to run, I need help with Hatano, and they need to know what’s going on.

Maeda - ..

Hatano - Let- me- go! I don’t-

//She’s been struggling, a mix of sobs and screams constantly coming from her as she fights against Ōtori- but now she falters, and all she does is wail.

Maeda - …Shit- Shit!

Maeda - I- I’ll go- I’ll be back!

//Maeda bounces back for a moment, trying to tear himself away from the scene in front of him. It’s a slow start, but manages to be enough to get him going, and he takes off. But, as Maeda runs from the dining hall…

Hatano - I don’t know why- why won’t you let me go! Let me go- I need to go to her! I need to- check on Iranami!

Ōtori - No, Hatano- Hatano you can’t, it’s a crime scene-

Hatano, screeching - FUCK YOU! 

Hatano - I-

//She’s interrupted by her own sobs.

Hatano, heaving - I need- I need to go-o-...

Hatano - I- I’ll kill you, let me go-...

//Hatano is weakly sobbing, still trying to push Ōtori away.

Ōtori - …I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll let you go soon-

Hatano, overlapping - Fuck you! Fuck off-

Ōtori - We just need to wait, then you can go see her, just wait,

Hatano, sobbing - Noo-o…

Ōtori - I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please just wait, I- Hatano, I’m sorry, please-

//Maeda gets out of the dining hall, and after rounding the corner to exit the room, begins sprinting-

??? - EVERYONE GET UP, NOW.

//It’s loud enough to shake Maeda, who comes to an abrupt stop, almost tripping over himself as he skids.

???2 - …Wait, so many people are missing?!

???3 - Where the hell is everybody-

??? - Fuck!

??? - If you can hear me, you should be getting up, and going over to the wall-

//Maeda shook off his surprise quickly- and has already cleared the distance from where he stalled to Tsurugi’s dorm.

??? - I can’t- I can’t see-

~*~

Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda, about to lose it - Jesus.

Maeda - They’re- obviously panicking in there…

Maeda - …

Maeda - I need- to tell them…

Maeda - …Iranami- 

Maeda - Oh my God, Hatano…

{Enter Tsurugi’s Dorm}

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #ayame hatano #teruya ōtori #chapter 3 #deadly life #deadly life 3

[hekateinhell]

Vamptember, Day 23

Armand/Daniel | Rating: E | Prompt: College AU | Word Count: 1.2k

PWP/College AU only in that it's Devil's Minion era and Armand's in a cheerleader outfit. Canon-compliant smut. That's it. This is from when I was taking Vamptember prompt requests (not that I would've needed an excuse to get here eventually).

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Meet me at the corner of King Street & 6th Avenue. Eight o' clock. I know you will be awake before then. — A

Well, fucking good for him. Good for him for knowing Daniel's sleep patterns better than Daniel knows them himself.

It's 7:32pm on the dot when he’s sitting up on the rumpled sheets, glancing over Armand's note, then staggering to the shower. Decides to humor his demon familiar tonight.

Why not? He's in a decent mood, and a night out with Armand promises to be exciting, if nothing else.

Showered, shaven, and decent (by Daniel's standards anyway; Armand might beg to differ), he makes it to King and 6th with precisely five minutes to spare. Turns out he's just in time, if the red BMW screeching to a stop right by the curb was anything to go by.

"Get in," Armand's voice commands him through the rolled-down window.

"Yes, sir."

Peels away before Daniel even has a chance to shut the door properly. "Jesus Christ, what's the goddamn hurry?"

The usual indulgent smile and a languid wave of a hand is his only answer. "Seatbelt, beloved. I really would prefer it if you did not get hurt tonight."

"I want to get hurt tonight," he counters, snapping the buckle into place.

Armand's in exceptionally good spirits as well, he laughs out loud. An impish, human laugh; made all the more real by the ruddiness of his cheeks, the red tint of his lips, the heat Daniel can practically feel radiating off him.

Delicious.

"My masochistic lover," he murmurs, so low Daniel almost doesn't hear it, but Armand's still smiling. Getting away from the hustle and bustle of downtown, the streetlamps and traffic lights illuminating them in flashes as Armand barreled through, braking harshly when needed.

Daniel looks him over for clues as to where they're going, wondering what might be in store between now and 6am. Armand's hair has been left in its usual angel's mane tonight except for the bangs that are curled to his eyebrows in an artificial sort of way, the rest pulled back loosely to the nap of his neck and fastened with a dark blue ribbon. Recreating an old style, perhaps?

Oh, you might say that.

The sparkle in his dark eyes is playful, teasing, but Daniel doesn't have time to think about it before they're turning into a parking building, Armand looping around five flights with reckless speed before abruptly pulling into a corner spot.

Kills the engine, and Daniel hasn't even fully grasped the handle to exit before Armand reaches for his sleeve. "You're not going anywhere."

He opens his mouth to ask the obvious question before his brain, and other parts, catch on to the blatant seductiveness in Armand's honeyed voice, the uncharacteristically coy downward turn of his lashes.

A different question then—because under this lighting, having finally gotten the full visual—Daniel is starting to glean an idea of why Armand brought him here.

"I saw it in your mind, if you recall, your memory?" Armand's answering before he even strings the words together.

Of course, Daniel remembers.

Armand’s hair spread out over his lap, his large doll-eyes mixing with the alcohol in Daniel’s system, and suddenly he’s sixteen again—another beautiful red-head, bouncing up and down in his lap in the back of his dad’s ‘69 Chevy. 

"And that's why...?" He leans over, daring and impatient tonight, to grab at Armand's waist, bunching up the pleated fabric.

"I saw it in a film. Your cheerleaders and their outfits."

It's entirely possible that's the first time in his life Armand's ever said the word cheerleader, from the way he enunciates it. "And your girl in your head... she was a cheerleader, yes? Why else would she dress this way?"

Sounds like he genuinely wants to know, but Daniel's heard enough, more than. Doesn't know how far Armand will let him go, with this, in a fucking BMW, but he's willing to find out. Alternately fumbles beneath the varsity sweater and the little skirt while nipping Armand's lips.

Warm, too warm, feverish.

"Backseat, gotta get in the back," panting like he's a horny sixteen-year-old about to blow a load in his jeans in front of a pretty girl. Again.

My, my, how crude, Daniel.

But to his surprise, Armand dips much too quickly and easily onto the backseat; the absolutely filthy grin on his face at odds with the innocent, girlish image he's pieced together as he waits for Daniel to catch up.

"I think you like crude," Daniel whispers as he climbs in after him, albeit much less gracefully.

It's a roomy vehicle, and thank God for that because he hasn't even fully landed on the cushions before Armand's glassy nails are pressing into the skin of his hipbones as he yanks Daniel's pants off, and then his underwear, flinging them into the passenger seat.

Laps up the little beads of blood his talons left behind, stopping to suckle at the spot right over Daniel's pelvic bone. Oh, it's sinful how sweet and demure Armand makes himself appear right as he lowers his head to take him into the wet, hot clutch of his mouth.

Every motion exaggerated, sloppier and wetter than need be, while Armand stares up at him from his cramped position on the car carpets.

Entertaining the very notion of submission as he lets Daniel twist his fingers through his curls, tugging at them harshly to hold him in place. Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck... he never lasts long with Armand, how can he? Could you?

Where, Daniel?

"What?" He manages to gasp out as Armand's powerful hands come to gently pin down his hips, stopping his thrusts and shattering the illusion.

Daniel still has his hands full of his hair though, and Armand allows him to lift him up off his cock and pull him over his lap as if he were a limp, pliant thing.

"You heard me, darling," Armand purrs in his ear, straddling him now so that the short skirt slides to cover Daniel's cock as well, the swollen head pressing against Armand's inner thigh and a much rougher seam of fabric.

Where would you like to finish?

That question, combined with a quick bite to his earlobe, is almost enough to make the decision for him right then and there.

"Could I...? Could you...?"

He's trying to get Armand's underwear off—something white and cotton dotted with tiny blue flowers, oh dear god—at the same he's trying to spread his ass cheeks apart. Obviously, it not working. "Armand, please..." Desperate, and Armand knows it.

Swears Armand fucking giggles as he turns his head to drag his tongue over Daniel’s cheek while he makes quick work of the offending article. He curls up and tucks his head under his chin as he spreads his legs once more, taking him in hand and rubbing his cock against his hole, catching it on the rim.

There's more than enough precum that it's slippery, easy for Daniel to just barely push through. And apparently, that's all he needs before he's groaning, arms constricting tight around Armand's waist over where the pale skin peeks through between the skirt and the sweater—as if Daniel could hope to contain him, as if he had the strength to pull Armand down hard enough to make him take every last drop of semen into his body.

The lingering kisses to his throat slowly draw him back to reality, and reality is the sweaty leather seats of a BMW in a parking structure by the Hudson pier. He pets Armand's head softly, a silent thank you.

Feels a smirk curving up against his skin before sharp teeth sink in; sudden pain followed a throbbing warmth.

Go, Team.

#i feel like i go in cycles #angsty then smutty then angsty again and repeat #i’m sure there’s errors because i wrote this on my phone but idc too much #vamptember #vc #prompts

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