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Genius (2) - Restless

Cairo Sweet x female (G!P) Reader

Summary: It was such a cliché, a reunion she didn’t expect to ever happen, let alone six years after she last saw you. It was supposed to mean nothing, a bit of nostalgia, maybe a brief catching up while waiting for class, it was supposed to be a small wave of nostalgia, not a tsunami that disrupted her entire life. You were her opposite, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t resist your pull.

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-What time is it now where you are? We follow beats with different drums. We're looking at the same star-

Once upon a time you were precious to Cairo, her best friend, someone she played with, someone she read with, someone she read to, someone she could trust. She didn’t exactly meet you, you’ve been a part of her life way before she understood anything about the world around her. You came into her life as the daughter of her parents’ friends slash colleagues. A way for her parents to show their dominance, she supposed. Your parents weren’t as wealthy, as successful, or influential as her parents, and looking at it now, there may have been some envy and or superiority complex from one pair of parents to another.

It didn’t influence the two of you, you were just kids who happened to spend time together and have fun. She was a lonely child, as not a lot of kids wanted to even get close to Lovell Hill, but seeing as your parents kept bringing you along you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter at first.

Everything was much simpler before the two of you started going to school…

~X~

Clumsy.

That was the word she would have used to describe you back then.

“I don’t like it here, Cai,” you were smaller than her back then and you were frightened of the forest surrounding her house, even if you were close to the road. Insects freaked you out, you jumped at the smallest sounds, you were so easy to scare, but Cairo really wanted to show you something nice in the forest, to show you it wasn’t all bad.

She’s been holding your hand, pulling you along through the dark forest, unlike you she wasn’t afraid or freaked out by the forest. It was a part of her world, unapproachable, haunting, yet beautiful at the same time. Of course, back then she just took it for granted, it was around her house so of course she didn’t mind it.

“Cai, come on, let’s go back,” you tried again, but you still went along with her whims.

“C’mon, it’s close!” she was excited to take you to the bush of wild roses she came across a few days ago.

You groaned, but didn’t put up a fight and then, just as she was supposed to see the bush, she dropped your hand, and you stumbled right into her. But she didn’t get annoyed, she was too confused, too distraught by the sight of an old tree that fell over the bush.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, yet she still didn’t respond. “Cai? Cairo?” you probably followed her line of sight, as you let out a small ‘oh’ a few seconds later.

She wasn’t that smart back then, she didn’t funny understand what she was feeling, but looking back at that moment now she figured that was the first time she began understanding the nature of her home. A beautiful flower growing despite harsh environmental conditions, only to be crushed by an old decaying good for nothing tree way past its prime. The forest around her house, the whole village, functioned the same way. And though she longed to be free, to spread her wings, to bloom outside of the restraints placed upon her by her surrounding, she couldn’t. She too, much like the rose bush she failed to show you, didn’t know how to escape the earth she was stuck in.

‘I’ll do it before I start high school,’ she thought, but didn’t know where to start, and she didn’t have anyone to do it with.

‘I’ll do it during high school,’ she thought, but she never had the courage to even get on a bus to the nearby town.

‘I’ll do it after I graduate,’ was her newest mantra, but deep down she feared what was to come.

She’s been told repeatedly that she was exceptional.

It was easy to be exceptional when everyone around her seemed content with their lives here. Never striving to stand out.

But, she didn’t understand that as a six years old girl standing in the middle of the forest with you by her side. But she did feel like something was breaking her heart.

“Hey,” you took her hand ad for once you were pulling her away from the crushed rose bush, as if understanding somehow that she didn’t want to stay there, even if she didn’t move on her own. Your hand was warm, though not nearly as warm as the tears falling down her cheeks, and she often wondered what you felt at that moment? What did you see when you looked from the roses on the ground to her? Did it change you in any way? Or was it just another day or you? Something you forgot within days, or even hours.

She never really asked you, but the sight stayed burnt in her mind and she still hated how well she could visualize it if she only thought back to it.

~X~

You stopped complaining about the forest after that, you still didn’t like it, but, she didn’t have to drag you along anymore.

“Get it off me!” you cried, but still ran away from her. You were panicking about a spider that fell on your shoulder.

“So, stop running!” Cairo laughed, running after you to ‘save’ you from the evil monster that attacked you. It wasn’t even a big spider, it was tiny!

“Fine, but hurry up,” you whined, finally stopping and letting Cairo catch up to you.

Cairo looked you over, but didn’t see the spider. “It’s not here? Maybe it fell off?” she guessed. Well, with how you were running it wouldn’t be a surprise.

“Really?” you asked as she sat down on the grass.

“Yeah, come on and sit down,” she needed to catch her breath or a bit.

You just shook your head. “No. Bugs!” you pointed an accusing finger at the ground and as usual refused Cairo’s offer to sit with her.

Why did she even bother to ask you? She knew you’d say ‘no’. “Oh,” her eyes widened slightly when she saw the spider crawling back up to your shoulder. “Guess it didn’t fall off after all,” she chuckled uneasily.

“What?” you shrieked and looked to the side. “Cairo you meanie!”

Cairo just laughed as she finally got up and removed the small spider from your shoulder.

She was still six, and there, in the dark, spooky forest where a rose bush could never thrive, things were still simple.

~X~

At nine years old she was spending time at your house every now and then. And on one stormy day, when the two of you had no idea what to do, since you couldn’t go outside and the power was out, she just passed time by looking over the books your parents owned.

Finally, her eyes landed on Jules Verne’s “Around the World in Eighty Days,” and she reached up for it. The world. How she yearned to explore it, to see something beside the village she lived in, to see the huge cities, to go to the biggest amusement parks, to visit the best bookstores, to experience things she couldn’t in this village.

So, yearning for the experience the book title promised, she brought it over to you and sat down. “Wanna read?” she offered, her big eyes pleading or you to say yes.

You looked a bit uncertain, but eventually you just nodded and lit a candle so the two of you could read.

Cairo hugged you briefly and pulled you to the floor so you could lie down and read together. She was mesmerized, amazed by the idea, eager to read more and mentally pleading for you to read faster, but, by the time she would finish two pages you’d just start reading the second page.

“Sorry, I’m not a fast reader,” you apologized when you noticed she was waiting to turn the page.

It wasn’t that you read slowly, you read about as fast as anyone could expect from an eight year old, it was Cairo that was reading faster than she was supposed to. “Would you- I don’t know, read it to me? I think that might be quicker?” you suggested.

Cairo thought it over and nodded happily. Maybe it wouldn’t be as fast as if she only had the book for herself, but she wouldn’t have to pause. So, you rolled onto your back and put your arms behind your head as she began reading from the very beginning.

And to show just how much both of you enjoyed the book you kept reading, even as the power came back on and the rain stopped. It didn’t matter, you were still stuck in your book.

“Everything, it said, was against the travelers, every obstacle imposed alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement of the times of departure and arrival, which was impossible, was absolutely necessary to his success,” Cairo read as your mother came in with glasses of juice and some snacks for the two of you.

“What are you two doing?” she asked, curiously looking at the open book in front of Cairo.

“We’re reading, ma’am,” Cairo said politely as your mother crouched down next to you.

“Reading? This one as well?” your mother nudged you gently and you grinned.

“Everything, it said, was against the travelers, every obstacle imposed alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement of the times of departure and arrival, which was impossible, was absolutely necessary to his success,” You repeated word for word the last line Cairo read, and she and your mother just looked at you. “What? I was listening,” your grin dropped and you pouted slightly.

That was the first time Cairo realized that while she could remember almost anything she saw you could memorize sounds just as well.

~X~

It was simple and nice for another two years, and then it began shifting slowly. For the first time in her life Cairo didn’t get an A, she didn’t even get a B, but rather a C, but it would be fine, right? She was still the best in her class, seeing as only her and you got Cs, and it was a difficult test, the teacher said so as well!

She came inside to find her parents looking over some papers. A new case probably. “Father, mother,” she said a bit too quietly for her own liking. “I got the results for my test. I did my best and studied as much as I could, and the teacher said it was a-“

“Get to the point, Cairo,” her father cut her off.

Cairo looked down, test in hand. Why did the furniture around her suddenly look so much bigger than her. It felt like everything was looming over her, and just for a moment she remembered the sight of that rose bush crushed under the fallen tree. “I got a C,” she told them timidly.

Her mother finally looked at her. “A C? Are you stupid? How could you get a C?” Cairo winced at that but hearing that wasn’t nearly as bad as looking at her mother and seeing just how disappointed she was.

“We’ve given you everything, Cairo, and you’re wasting it playing all day long!” her father raised his voice, angry, furious even and she just looked down. “You are grounded, go to your room and fix this disgrace!”

She nodded, not daring to meet his eyes and began climbing up the stairs.

“Wait, what did L/N’s girl get?” her father suddenly demanded.

“A-a C as well,” she said and all hell broke loose as she curled up on her bed and tried to ignore her parents yelling, she was a disappointment, a burden, wasting their time and efforts, an ungrateful brat that would rather waste time running through the woods than study.

Unknowingly to her, you were having a much different conversation with your parents.

~X~

“Y/N,” your mother began once you were done eating dinner.

“Hm?” you looked away from the paper you were doodling on and turned to her.

“Did you get your test results?” she asked, smiling when you nodded.

“Yup! I got a C!” you exclaimed proudly causing both of your parents to look at you to see if you were joking with them.

“A C?” your father repeated, and you just nodded with a large grin on your face. “And you’re happy?”

“Yeah, it was really hard, even Cai only got a C!” you ran over to your schoolbag to show them the test.

You mother chuckled softly. “Well, if even Cairo got a C,” she smiled as you handed her the test. “I’m proud of you as long as you did your best,” she kissed your cheek softly.

~X~

When tomorrow came and you sat down next to Cairo she wanted to say hi, she wanted to talk to you like she usually would, she wanted to go and read with you again, but she still remembered the anger on her father’s face, the disappointment on her mother’s face, her blurry vision as she cried in her room.

She yearned for the attention of her parents, to have them talk to her, to take her to different places, to take her along with them at least every now and then, yet being the best student in her class wasn’t enough, and the mistake she made wasn’t to be tolerated.

“Hey, wanna play hide and seek later?” you asked between classes.

“Sorry, I have to study,” she muttered.

“Oh, tomorrow then?” she wanted to, she really did, but she didn’t want to get yelled at again.

“I don’t have time,” Cairo told you, making her tone as cold as she could.

“Cai, what’s wrong?” you were too perceptive for your own good.

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, she didn’t mean to, she loved the nickname, it was the only nickname she ever had.

You paused, startled by her reaction. “Right, sorry,” you looked away.

“Just leave me alone, I’ll come to you if I feel like it,” she pushed you away, physically and stomped away, just so you couldn’t see the regret or tears in her eyes.

~X~ Present day ~X~

Cairo looked at you, her eyes wide in utter disbelief. You listened to her back then, you didn’t try to talk to her, you were waiting for her to come to you. Back then she wished she did that, she wished to do it every day. At the same time she wanted you to forget what she said, to approach her and get her to talk to you, to grab her hand and stop her from leaving. You never did that. So, a week passed, and she was still stubborn.

A month passed, and she was no longer stubborn, but she was worried you’d be angry that it took her so long.

Half a year passed, she turned twelve and spent her first birthday without you around, and that worry turned into spite. Out of spite she kept you at a distance, not even saying ‘hi’.

And then, shortly after that you moved with you parents and she wanted desperately to cry, but that would only make her parents angry at her again.

“Y/N,” she said uncertainly, despising how, even after so many years your name still fell so easily from her lips, how it still felt familiar on her tongue. You changed, grew up, grew taller than her, even if you were taller than her ever since the two of you were ten, now your height difference was noticeable even as you sat next to each other.

A cough broke her out of her thoughts. Right, the class just started. “I apologize,” she blushed a bit, thankful for the distraction. Thankful that she could listen to the author she admired, yet his words sounded so distant to her. You were right there, close enough to touch and Cairo felt hot and cold at the same time. She was happy, yet she couldn’t help but wonder how long ago you came back. Why didn’t you look for her? You said her name so softly, you didn’t make a scene, surely you weren’t angry at her, but why didn’t you try and visit?

It’s been years, surely you didn’t still intend to listen to her childish demand.

~X~

You could feel how tense she was throughout the whole class, glancing at you subtly from time to time and you wished to just reach over and place your hand on her shoulder. To ask her what was wrong. To not give up this time like you did all those years ago.

The bell rang but the two of you remained seated, neither truly willing to move, until finally, under Miller’s confused gaze, Cairo picked up her things and nodded at him to say goodbye.

“Cairo, wait,” you went after her and Winnie. “Let’s just grab a lunch, or old times sake?” you went straight to the point. This was Cairo, after all, she like subtlety, especially in books, but she also liked being direct when she wanted something. “I know a restaurant, I think you’ll like it,” you said when she looked at you.

“You had time to visit those, I see,” Cairo said, and you could have sworn she looked away almost bitterly.

“Cairo,” you tried, but she was already turning around to walk away. You felt as if something was squeezing your chest, a feeling of unease you couldn’t shake off, like letting her leave now, like this, would be a mistake you couldn’t come back from. And in that moment, you were reminded of you and her, years ago, as your friendship shattered. “I didn’t mean in the village,” you called after her, taking notice of the way Winnie froze and Cairo stiffened a bit.

“What?” she looked back, frowning as you closed the distance and offered her your hand.

“Let me take you out to a restaurant about an hour from here. Good food, peaceful, beautiful view, perfect for catching up. They even have live music,” you explained, just hoping she’d take your hand.

Winnie whistled at that. “Nice going new girl. Throw the girl a bone, Cairo,” she nudged Cairo a bit, but the girl remained silent, and you could almost imagine the gears turning in her head.

“Okay,” Cairo finally said, shaking your hand.

“Come on- wait, really?” Winnie looked genuinely surprised and just stared at your and Cairo’s connected hands.

“Thanks, Cairo,” you smiled softly.

“Is Saturday okay with you?” she asked, her expression softening as she took a small step closer to you. “Yeah,” the two of you just stood there, in the middle of the hall, in front of Miller’s classroom, as if captivated by one another to the point of forgetting the world around you.

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lostinforestbound · 1 month

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I can't stop myself because this tiefling has taken over my damn life. Here we go again!

Romantic Rolan Headcanons

Gods, he is so unbelievably nervous when it comes to the romance aspect of dating, but he hides it behind of facade of confidence. He's master of the tower now, he has everything that his partner could possibly want; why doesn't it ever feel like enough?

In the beginning, he overcompensates in fear of messing up everything about the relationship. Lavish gifts, expensive dates, the whole nine yards with his newfound wealth he gained from the tower. It's a bit uncanny.

In all honestly, he figures his partner wants "The Master of Ramazith's Tower", not him. Rolan is a flawed creature who has piles of constant mistakes weighing on him; an utter, helpless fool. Why would anyone want that? No one has ever wanted him before, why now?

When Rolan realizes his partner seems confused and maybe put off by the facade, he thinks the worst things possible. Do they not desire him? Did he already mess things up so early into the relationship? Can he salvage this? Did they fall out of love?

In the beginning, he's not great at communication. It's horrid, even. He doesn't know how to verbalize how he's feeling. His partner would have to teach him as they sit down and talk about this facade he's put up. It will take a while, but they eventually will get his walls down.

I think his love language is complex, but in simpler terms, Quality Time is where I think he leans towards the most. Sitting with them as they read books, reading to them as they settle in bed, going on night walks if nightmares are haunting him, or something as simple as cuddling after a long day. One his absolute favorites is bathing together; the domestic intimacy of it all makes him feel loved and relaxed, especially if his lover washes his hair for him.

He's not the biggest fan of public display of affection, he gets bashful so easily. He'll outright refuse it if his partner tries. He prefers all of it to stay in the private setting. That doesn't stop his tail from winding itself around his lovers leg, though!

While it will take him some time, what ends up being one of his favorite things is eye contact. At first, he couldn't meet them in the eyes at all during vulnerable moments. It was too much. But the first time he finally holds their look properly, he's memorized. There is so much love in their stare, it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with joy, and he's never been that flustered again.

He'll shout to the ends of Faerun that he's not cuddly but he is a liar. Every night, without fail, he'll at least a hand somewhere on his partner. By the time morning comes, their limbs are tangled with his and he has his face buried in their neck or chest.

Despite Cal being the main chef in the tower, Rolan does know how to cook! Any meal his partner wants, he will make, no question. He would love cooking even more if his partner joined and helped him out. He even has a mental list of all his partners comfort foods, so he can make them whenever they're sick or having a rough day. They wouldn't even have to ask for it, it's sitting in the kitchen already done.

He doesn't like being too vulnerable, so he's mortified when his partner has to shake him out of a nightmare for the first time. He's shaking, sweating, and apologizing. He's scared they'll see him as some weak, fragile thing. But all they do is stay up with him until his racing heart calms down and talk to him. It can be discussed in the morning.

He plans the most wonderful dates! Everything is scheduled in a timely matter every time, and he presents a gift at the beginning of the date every time. Sometimes small, sometimes extravagant if it's a special night. He gets gifts based purely on what he knows about his partner; favorite books, food, drinks, flowers, an outfit they were eyeing a few days ago, he'll get it no matter the cost.

I don't see Rolan as a man who uses a lot of pet names, but I can see him using terms along the lines of "my love" or "dearest". If his partner uses pet names with him though, he wouldn't mind it, just as long as it was in a private setting.

He has the absolute sweetest, longing stare. It can be quite obvious how much he's pining after his partner if you know what to look for. His tail gives so much away, with the way it flicks happily if they come over to kiss him. These stares hold on much longer after he gets himself comfortable with eye contact.

(NSFW Headcanons will be coming next! If you all have your own romantic headcanons for Rolan, please share! I would love to hear them!)

#forest-writes #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #rolan x reader #rolan brainrot #rolanites

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Dad War

Danny Fenton became a father and he's not panicking at all (this is a lie)

Danny should have known that asking for an uneventful week was an exaggeration. He tempted fate by saying that "nothing bad could happen now that ghosts and humans lived in peace with each other"

Of course, it was right after saying that sentence that his daughter cousin appeared in front of him with her arm melted. Having gotten used to that particular scenario he steered her into his ecto-dejecto reserves, both of them panicked when this didn't solve anything.

With no more options, Danny took her to Far Frozen, surely the Yeti would have a better idea of what was happening to the girl.

Frostbite examined Ellie just like the first time but instead of scowling like Danny had expected he looked extremely pleased, almost satisfied.

"The time has finally come" Frostbite told him happily "you must let it happen, Great One"

"Do I have to let Ellie melt down!?" Danny yelled in concern, he never thought the Yeti had a sadistic streak in him. Ellie looked just as shaken by the information.

"Not like you're thinking" The Yeti noticed his mistake and decided to explain himself "she's not melting, she's stabilizing"

"If I'm stabilizing, why is my arm goo?" Ellie groaned, the sensation of melting never failed to be strange.

"That explanation is much simpler" Frostbite smiled "how old are you, little Phantom?"

"Uh" Ellie tried to assign herself an age, she aged much slower than the other halfas "16?"

"You didn't understand the question, I didn't mean how you look" Frostbite denied affectionately "how old do you consider yourself?"

“…5” Ellie muttered in embarrassment, even if her age was a bit older than that number, she felt much younger, like a child. She didn't count her early years, between Vlad and traveling the world she hadn't begun to think about it.

Even with all the knowledge stored in her head, she wanted to experience a childhood like other children, to make friends. Something that her adolescent appearance did not allow. As much as Ellie loved talking to Val, she was one of her only friends and unlike her, Val had a whole life to live.

"There is your explanation" The yeti pointed out "ghosts take the appearance of how they see themselves, your core takes into account your wishes and therefore you are reforming into a child"

Danny remembered when he first shifted into his ghost form and Frostbite explanation made sense, but his head reminded him of a very important detail.

"Wouldn't that be troublesome? A lot of people in Amity know you as my cousin” Danny pointed out worriedly. The secret of the halfas was still closely guarded.

"Well, there is a way to leave her appearance the same as it currently is, but that's up to her" Frostbite looked at the girl waiting for an answer.

"No" Ellie denied "I want it to happen, I also...I also want to have a childhood, like the others"

Ellie had always felt bitter about being the only halfa exploring the concept of death more than life; unlike Vlad and Danny who had lived fairly normal lives before their respective accidents, she had been robbed of the possibility.

She wanted to live too.

"It's settled then," Frostbite nodded "Now, this is just getting started and someone has to look after your core while you reform. Do you have any candidates in mind?"

"Danny, can you?" Ellie asked, taking the sleeve of his suit, she wouldn't have considered asking anyone else. Even if she didn't admit it, Ellie always saw him as her father.

"You don't even have to ask, I'll be here when you get back" Danny ruffled her hair with a smile.

"Thank you, dad" Ellie closed her eyes as she let herself be carried away by the sensation of her core. It was a little strange that what she thought would kill her was fulfilling her dreams.

Before the halfa could reply to the comment, Ellie melted, and the ectoplasm was quickly absorbed into her core.

Danny looked at the green stone in his hands with concern.

"How long do you think it will take her?" he asked the Yeti.

"A couple of hours" Frostbite sat down next to him "it's hard being a new parent isn't it? I still remember when my children were born"

Danny avoided mentioning that he had no idea about his children. He wondered if he had them in life or death.

"I- Ellie is my cousin," Danny tried to tell him, but his argument sounded weak.

"She doesn't seem to see you as such" The Yeti shrugged as he handed the boy a cup of tea, but the halfa refused to take it as long as he held the stone in his hands.

Frostbite snorted while setting the mug aside, a new parent, in fact.

"Uh, looks like it's time for me to leave my parents house, don't you think?" Danny tried to joke, even Jazz had her own house in another place.

He had temporarily tried it when he was balancing his college life with his spooky duties, living with Sam and Tucker was fun but in the end he came home.

"It seems so" The Yeti shrugged "congratulations, it's a girl"

Danny laughed as he held the stone closer to his chest. He had really become a father, hadn't he?

His core purred at the thought, while an invisible thread connected the two half-ghosts.

Being a parent didn't sound bad. Maybe it wasn't even as hard as people made it out to be.

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Danny regrets that last thought, he regrets it so much.

He just had to think that, didn't he?

As usual, he called Jazz to inform her of the day's events as he held the stone to his chest (Frostbite had told him it was safe to do so).

Jazz didn't seem too surprised by the news, on the contrary, she started recommending him books on parenting, so many books.

Danny tried to tell her that Ellie probably wouldn't be a difficult child, he got a 30-minute lecture on how she'd probably regress to the mental age of 5 or 6, and therefore he had to be prepared for it.

Deciding to listen to his older sister, Danny googled for advice.

Checking on wikihow how to take care of a child didn't work, Danny could attest to that.

The halfa sighed as he looked at the "I'll bring you some books tomorrow" message that Jazz had send him. Did he really have to read?

It couldn't be that hard, right? His parents took care of Jazz and she ended well!

Danny was ignoring Sam's voice in his head saying that "Jazz is the spiders georg of children and should not be counted"

Of course, Danny was also avoiding to look at the fact that his parents also took care of him and he kinda died. Ellie was already half dead so he couldn't fucked up that part.

He put his phone aside as he stared at the stone on his chest. It had been hours, was Ellie okay? Perhaps something had gone wrong?

He frowned wondering if he should call Frostbite when he noticed the glowing core. Before he knew it he had a 5-year-old girl crushing his stomach.

"Ouch," Danny groaned in pain "fatherhood hurts"

"Daddy! Daddy!" Ellie jumped on his stomach, she didn't seem to notice the change in title "Look! Look! Do you like my new look?"

Realizing that Jazz was right, Danny pretended to think for a few minutes, Ellie looked bummed out at his lack of response.

"Of course I love it!" Danny scooped her up into his arms as she giggled "you look perfect!"

Ellie chuckled as she ran off to Danny's room where she had kept his phone before the whole mess.

"I'll be back soon! I have to tell Val!" The girl ran off, probably forgetting that she could go through the ceiling and get to the room faster.

Danny gave her a thumbs up, as soon as Ellie disappeared down the stairs he lay back on the couch rubbing his stomach. His daughter had strength.

"We're definitely moving" he muttered, closing his eyes. Not in a million years would a girl with that much energy go unnoticed.

Danny checked his phone again and saw messages from Sam and Tucker. The halfa pouted, Jazz was a gossip.

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"Are you sure you have everything?" Tucker asked, checking a list on his PDA. No matter how many years passed, he still loved his technology and refused to throw it away.

"Definitely sure" Danny yawned as he loaded the boxes onto the GAV. Ellie was asleep in the passenger seat.

"Papers?" Tucker checked the list.

"Legal and illegal" Danny held up a folder "Thanks for that, by the way"

"You're welcome man" Tucker shrugged. He had created Ellie's papers a while back, but they had never been needed. Adapting the age was a surprise.

"Food? Money? Clothes?" Tucker recited the list, to Danny's nod he continued, "materials to put together the new portal?"

"Ready" Danny pointed to the box that said "danger", there were also the ectoplasm samples.

"I still think that's a stupid idea" Sam rolled her eyes "that thing killed you"

"Yes, but we need ectoplasm on a regular basis and well, building one was the easiest way to get it" the halfa shrugged. It still made him shudder to think about the accident but the portal was necessary "Besides, portals don't measure distance in the Realms, I can build one that's only a few feet from home"

Also, having Far Frozen close to them was always an advantage and the ghosts had promised not to invade the new town without his permission. He still couldn't believe he was moving to New Jersey.

"That's the only reason I'm letting you get away with it," Jazz snorted as she bent down to kiss her brother's forehead "Remember, we're just a phone call away"

"I know, I know, you don't need to move out as well" Danny shook his head amused, he felt that if he didn't stop them they would really try to " I never thought I would have to move"

"It's been so long since the accident" Sam remembered as she placed a hand on her hip "even though it seems like yesterday"

"It feels like it happened yesterday" Danny admitted while touching the scar on his hand. The memories of the electrocution were still fresh in his mind.

"By the way dude, are you sure to leave Vlad as her biological father?" Tucker winced at the document, he could see the reason but he didn't like it.

"Of course, that idiot must pay me child support" Danny smiled "eat the rich and all that"

Having an excuse to spend Vlad's money was always fun. And if his stupid biological sex could help that, he would use it. Danny was honestly relieved that his legal documents had been changed. He wondered if Vlad knew the real reason why he was never able to create a male clone.

"You could just ask us for money" Sam patted his shoulder "Tucker and I could support your poor ass"

Both had been very successful in their respective fields. Sam had graduated in law and was getting another degree as an Environment Protection Technician, she had changed a lot in a short time. On the other side, Tucker had created his own Technology & Security company, he was currently negotiating a deal with Wayne Enterprises.

Danny had a feeling that his friend wanted to use him to close a deal and had suggested the city as an option for that reason. Bludhaven wasn't far from Gotham after all.

"Just because I'm unemployed doesn't mean I'm poor" Danny pouted "I'll get a job in the new town before you know it"

"I hope so, your savings aren't going to stretch that long" Jazz sighed. Her brother's lack of planning never ceased to be worrisome "Oh, and don't forget to take off your blinder, you need to breathe"

Danny frowned at the comment but nodded. His ghost form was more comfortable because it suited his chosen gender, he wondered if he could change the human as well.

"Okay, I guess that's it" Tucker put the PDA away "remember not to drive like either of your parents, we don't want you to get a ticket so quickly"

"Nor that the weather news announces when you're going out" Sam smirked, she remembered when Lance Thunder started announcing when Jazz and Danny were learning to drive.

"That's impossible, you know I'm an excellent driver and therefore I'm not going to get a ticker" Danny stuck out his tongue at his best friend.

"Whatever you say Danny" Sam snorted "call us when you get there, and have a safe trip!"

His friends and sister said goodbye to him as he got on the GAV. He started driving away from home. It wasn't long before he passed the "Welcome to Amity Park" sign. The little ghost drawings around it made him smile.

Still, Danny was offended by the skepticism of his friends, he was sure that he was not going to get a ticket anytime soon.

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An officer was giving him a ticket.

Danny banged his head against the steering wheel of the vehicle as the police officer asked him the routine questions.

"Does this vehicle have a license?" The officer raised an eyebrow. Danny sighed as he handed over the GAV papers, he had licensed all of his parents' inventions long ago "Okay- wait, is this a SUV?"

"No, it's a GAV" Danny growled without further explanation, he was still annoyed by the situation. Clockwork was laughing at him from his damned tower, he was sure "Do you need anything else, officer...Grayson?"

Officer Grayson looked at the vehicle with doubt, the damn thing had more modifications than the Batmobile, he really hoped the boy wasn't some future villain.

He had so many questions to ask.

Before Dick could question him further or Danny risked murder on his first day in town, Ellie woke up from her nap.

"Daddy?" Ellie yawned looking at the driver's seat curiously "Are we there yet?"

All the halfa's anger melted away and his attitude took a complete turn.

"No honey, we got pulled over for speeding but we're in town now" Danny leaned down to brush her hair out of her face "you can go back to sleep"

"You're a bad driver" his daughter smirked, she wondered if driving skills were hereditary.

"Are you new in town?" Dick leaned in curiously, the girl reminded him of his own daughter.

Danny was about to tell him it was none of his business but Ellie answered first.

"¡Yes! We're moving" Ellie smiled "That's why we brought all the boxes, I'm going to enroll in a new school and dad is going to get a job"

"That sounds wonderful" Dick smiled softly as he handed Danny the ticket along with the GAV's papers "You should be more careful on the streets, I don't think there is anywhere that accepts 120 km/hr as a normal speed"

The halfa frowned, didn't the officer have a heart!? At least he could forgive a new neighbor for a silly mistake!

"Yeah, yeah, thanks" he murmured as he put the ticket in the glove compartment.

"Well, all seems to be in order" Dick straightened up "you can follow your way, enjoy Bludhaven!"

Danny hoped that he would never see him again.

When he arrived at his new house, the halfa carried Ellie to the couch and let her sleep, after which he began to unload the things from the GAV.

He wondered if he should start unpacking everything or just sleep. He felt tired at the thought of opening all those boxes and fell asleep on the couch with his daughter.

When he woke up it was night, Danny peeked out of the window as he heard a motorcycle park next door. Perhaps he could see his neighbors?

He gaped at the sight of fucking Officer Grayson reaching down to grab a little girl and carry her into his arms.

Wasn't it enough to be physically perfect and heartless, but he also had to be a good father? Damn everything!

It had to be a fucking joke

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xcherryerim · 1 month

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Any JHutch character playing with readers tits pls

New Memories

Futturman x afab reader | childhood friends to…

Notes: Revised this once. don’t come at me. I feel extreme lazy rn.

credits to: @/cafekitsune for the divider

Laughter and the scent of nostalgia filled the air as Josh pleaded with wide, eager eyes, "Come on, it will be like old times! We haven't had a sleepover since we were ten – remember the endless hours we spent playing video games, watching our favorite shows, and talking about nonsense…Let's do it again tonight!"

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical. "Well, Josh, we haven't had a sleepover since we were ten, like you said." Your voice trails off, contemplating whether this was such a good idea after all.

Ignoring your doubts, Josh grabs your hand firmly, leading you towards his bedroom. "That's exactly why it'll be so much fun! Trust me, my bed is huge, we'll barely even touch each other." A wide smile spreads across his face, revealing his dimples.

With a slight sigh, you allow yourself to be led by Josh, feeling a hint of uncertainty creeping in. Hesitation is written all over your face as you trail behind him. Upon hearing your skepticism, Josh turns towards you, meeting your gaze once again.

"I promise it'll be just like those childhood days," Josh assures you with a grin, trying to convince you as he gently tugs at your hand. "We can catch up and relive some old memories, and who knows? Maybe make some new ones too."

As you follow him into his room, you can't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and nerves. The walls are adorned with posters from your favorite TV shows and movies, taking you back to simpler times. As you look around the room, you can't help but notice how much has changed since you were last here.

Josh heads over to his bed and starts making it more comfortable for the two of you, pulling out an extra blanket and a pillow. He then turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I always thought sharing a bed with you could be interesting... in the most platonic way, of course!" he jokes, winking at you.

You chuckle nervously, finding it hard to believe that you're about to share a sleeping arrangement with your friend. But there's something endearing about the fact that nothing seems to have changed… for now.

After spending hours immersed in laughter and adventure, the two of you found yourselves drifting off to sleep, still lying on the large bed, facing opposite directions.

Suddenly, your eyes flutter open, catching sight of Josh's movements and the soft, husky sounds coming from his lips. Intrigued, you realize that he has his arms wrapped around your chest, groping and fondling you with reckless abandon, seemingly unaware of his actions due to his slumber.

"Josh?" Your whisper cuts through the silence, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state.

Slowly, his eyelids flutter open, revealing the grogginess etched in his expression. "What...what are you doing?" you inquire, confused by the situation.

His eyes darted down to his hands, only to register the reality of his actions. "Oh, sorry about that." He mutters sheepishly, as if it were an innocent mistake.

"I was just dreaming...about stuff. It doesn't matter." With a small laugh, he tries to pull away, but the force of his dreams still lingers in his touch.

Your body instinctively responds to his touch, arching slightly without your conscious control. You can't deny the unexpected thrill coursing through your veins as his fingers continue to caress and tease your sensitive skin.

Noticing your reaction, Josh appears to gain confidence, leaning closer to your ear and asking, "Can I keep doing this?" His breath tickles your skin, and the warmth of his body presses against your back, his erection making its presence known through his sweatpants.

Caught between surprise and pleasure, you reply, "Well, you're already doing it." The tension and curiosity in the air are palpable, and it seems as though the lines between dreams and reality are beginning to blur.

For a moment, Josh remains silent, considering your response. Finally, he nods slowly, his grip on your breasts tightening slightly as he begins to match the rhythm of your breathing.

“I guess you're right," Josh acknowledges, his hips swaying in gentle, almost needy thrusts against your backside. A faint smile plays on his lips as he adds, "I guess we are making new memories, aren't we?" His words carry a mix of humor and honesty, laced with the raw energy of their current situation.

As Josh continues to caress and knead your breasts, his eyes remain fixed on your profile, studying every subtle movement and reaction. He watches as you bite your lip, trying to maintain a sense of composure amidst the sensations washing over you. His own body trembles, the friction of his pants against your ass a constant reminder of his arousal.

The room is filled with the sounds of uneven breathing, the occasional gasp escaping from your parted lips, and the rustling of clothing.

Breathing heavily, Josh carefully shifts your body beneath him, aligning himself above you. His lips trace delicate paths along your exposed neck, sending shivers down your spine with each tender kiss and gentle nibble. Once his mouth reaches the curve of your shoulder, he pauses, seemingly entranced by the sight before him.

Without warning, he raises your shirt, revealing your breasts to his gaze. An audible gulp betrays his sudden appetite for the sight before him, and with a renewed vigor, he cradles one of your breasts in his mouth. His tongue darts out to trace around your nipple, while his hand continues to explore the other breast, alternating between gentle slaps and firm pulls.

Groaning loudly, Josh wraps his leg around your thigh, grinding his semi-wet bulge against you in earnest. He pauses briefly, his eyes locking with yours before you attempt to reach for his throbbing member. However, Josh stops you mid-reach, gripping your wrist firmly.

"No, no... I don't need that," he stammers, panting heavily. "I mean, I could literally come just by sucking on your tits. There's really no need for..." Before he can finish his sentence, you slip your fingers into his waistband, tugging playfully before releasing it.

A mischievous glint enters your eyes as you propose, "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

Josh hesitates, looking around as if seeking guidance, but eventually surrenders to your suggestion. With a gentle push, you encourage him to sit up, spreading his legs apart and creating space between you.

"What are you...?" Josh questions, trailing off as you position your breasts around his shaft.

As you commence your rhythmic dance, Josh's body convulses uncontrollably, his groans growing louder and more desperate. Each sway of your breasts sends ripples of pleasure through his core, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

You can hear the desperation in his voice as he repeats, "Oh my God," over and over again, his body bucking beneath yours.

Feeling the urgency in his responses, you decide to increase the pace, increasing the pressure with each movement. Josh's grip on your wrists tightens, his nails digging into your skin as his breathing becomes ragged. The room is filled with the sounds of his moans and the soft slapping noises created by your motions.

"Hachi ma—"

You cut him off abruptly, narrowing your eyes. "If you say that fucking word, I swear I'll punch you." Your stern tone leaves no room for argument.

Visibly shocked by your threat, Josh quickly backtracks, apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, don't stop. Can I just...keep going? Okay?" His eyes plead for forgiveness and permission to resume your intimacy.

Relenting, you nod your approval, resuming your titillating dance above him. This time, however, you arch your back ever so slightly, your lips reaching down to gently kiss and lick his tip.

A wave of pleasure washes over him as you expertly tease his most sensitive area. The combination of your movements and oral focus proves to be too much for Josh, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Seemingly unable to resist any longer, Josh reaches a hand between your legs, his fingertips brushing against your slick entrance. He slides two digits inside you, finding your wetness and warmth a welcome surprise. Gently, he begins to stroke you in rhythm with your tit motions, matching your pace and intensity.

"Getting handsy without permission, huh?" You tease, a sly grin forming on your face.

Josh retorts defensively, "You tell me; you're the one sucking on my cock when I never asked you to."

Rolling your eyes, you counter, "I could stop if I wanted to."

“Doesn't look like you want to, though.”

Challenged, Josh smirks deviously, slowly and cautiously repositioning your head towards his engorged member. The tip grazes your lips, gently urging you to conform to his desires.

Despite your words, you can't help but comply, the connection between you feeling almost irresistible.

You continue to bob your head around his tip, your breasts maintaining their dance above him. At the same time, his fingers plunge in and out of you, eliciting involuntary noises of pleasure from your throat.

The room pulses with the sounds of your synchronized movements, the sweat glistening on both of your bodies. The sheets beneath you grow damp with the evidence of your passion, entwining you further into this intimate act.

Each thrust of his fingers, each brush of your breasts brings you both closer to the edge, the line between friendship and something more becoming increasingly blurred. The energy in the room is electric, a testament to the depth of emotion and desire consuming you both.

"Fuck, fuck!" Josh cries out, his voice shaking with the impending release. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" He warns you, his words echoing through the room.

Surprised by his endearment, you pause for a brief moment. "Baby?" You question, your brows furrowed.

Embarrassed but eager to continue, Josh apologizes. "It slipped out, sorry, just...keep going." His embarrassment is tempered by his urgent need for satisfaction.

With a small nod, you resume your ministrations, your breasts continuing to sway above him while your head oscillates around his engorged member.

His fingers persist in their steady rhythm inside you, mirroring your movements above. The room vibrates with the intensity of your combined efforts, the air thick with the scent of arousal and unspoken emotions.

At this point, it seems inevitable that you're both hurtling toward a climax, drawn together by the pull of desire and the uncharted territory you've ventured into.

As embarrassment and uncertainty bubble beneath the surface, the bond between you only strengthens, driving you both closer to the brink of ecstasy. In this moment, there's no turning back – the force of your connection propels you forward, each sensation heightened by the others.

Your heart races in syncopation with your movements, and you can feel Josh's body tense. His fingers dig into your thighs, his hips thrusting harder against the motions of your breasts. The room pulses with the echoes of your moans and pleasurable gasps, each sound fueling your ascent to the peak.

As the final moments approach, your movements synchronize, culminating in simultaneous climaxes. Josh's grip on your body tightens, his groans mixing with your sighs as you both find relief in each other's arms. When the waves subside, he guides your head towards his fingers, still coated with your essence.

"Clean me up," he whispers, half-joking and half-serious. Obediently, you obey, licking his digits clean, savoring the taste of yourself mingled with Josh's masculine flavor.

With a content sigh, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your body and cradling you against his chest. "Baby?!" he mimics your earlier protest, his grin wide and impish.

Defensive, you retort, "Hey! I was surprised."

Laughing heartily, Josh counters, "Yeah, but I'm not gonna say 'Oh bro, I'm gonna cum!' or 'Oh comrade, it appears I'm gonna bust a nut soon!'" His laughter fills the room, the tension dissipating with his humor.

"You are so annoying," you respond playfully, rolling your eyes as you snuggle into his embrace. Despite your irritation, you can't deny the warmth of his arms surrounding you, the comfort of his presence grounding you after such an intense encounter.

Hope you liked it 🫶🏻 I think i’m gonna write certain request really shortly like this one (it was shorter but i got carried away) and the last ones. So don’t be afraid to send more requests!

Also, if you haven’t check my masterlist! If you’re only here for the smut consider following @xxxcherryerim where i reblog my smut work!

As always, Thank you for reading!

— With love, xcherryerim 🍒

#josh futturman smut #josh futterman x reader #josh futterman #josh futturman x you #josh futturman x reader #josh future man #josh futturman #josh futturman headcannons #josh futturman x afab!reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt x afab!reader

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in1-nutshell · 27 days

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Maxima slice of life

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

The kids wanted a sleep over at the base.

It took weeks of begging and pestering, mainly for Ratchet’s part in it.

Ratchet, being the softy he was, eventually gave the green light for the sleepover.

The bots themselves were curious on how these ‘sleepovers’ worked.

Bumblebee, Maxima, and Smokescreen were the most knowledgeable from the group having seen more human films with depictions of sleepovers.

The bots did join in, but it was three younger bots who mainly joined in the little games the kids had.

Monopoly was now banned from the base.

“You cheat! How dare you take the last railroad!”--Miko

“You snooze you lose Miko.”--Jack

“You knew I wanted that!”--Miko

“Think of it as pay back for money I had to pay for your house.”--Jack

“That’s it! I’m going to take your house and I’m taking Maxima and Smokescreen with me!”--Miko

“Fine! I’ll take Bee and Raf then!”--Jack

“I’ll see you in court!”--Miko

Maxima carefully reaching for the board.

“How about we play something else?”--Maxima

Eventually everyone had gone to sleep.

Except Maxima.

She couldn’t sleep for some reason. Tossing and turning in her berth she eventually gave up and went to the main room.

Maybe a midnight drive around would do her good.

She walked into the main room only to spot Raf wide awake on his laptop.

“Raf?”--Maxima

Raf jumps a bit and looks at Maxima.

“Maxima? What are you doing up?”--Raf

“I could ask the same thing. I’m pretty sure humans need more than 3 hours of sleep Raf.”--Maxima

Raf nods a bit before shyly replying.

“I can’t sleep.”--Raf

Maxima quietly walks up to him.

Raf wrapped his yellow blanket a bit closer to his body.

“Nightmares?”--Maxima

“No, just can’t sleep.”--Raf

Maxima nods in understanding.

“Same here. I was actually going to head to the roof for a bit, you want to join?”--Maxima

Raf nods his head a bit tightening his grip on the blanket again.

Maxima carefully scoops Raf up, mindful of the blanket, and quietly walked to the elevator.

Once they reach the top, she walks to her spot and lays down on the rocky surface, and places Raf Burrito in her subspace chassis.

There were still some stars in the sky.

The two begin to talk about life and retell stories.

“Then there was that one time I tried following Orion to the arena—”--Maxima

“Orion? Like Orion Pax?”--Raf

“Yeah, that was also the day I met Megatronus.”--Maxima

“You met Megatron!”--raf

“He was known as Megatronus at that time. Completely different mech than the one you know now.”--Maxima

“Really? I heard from Ratchet that he was a ruthless gladiator and was almost like a brother to Optimus.”--Raf

“He was ruthless in the arena… but to me… he was just my Uncle Megatronus, trying to do his best to help other bots around.”--Maxima

“…Do you miss them?”--Raf

Maxima pauses a bit.

“Miss who?”--Maxima

“Megatronus and Orion. Do you miss them?”--Raf

“… I miss how things were a bit simpler before the war, everyone does to an extent.”--Maxima

Raf nods, still a bit curious why Maxima avoided answering the question.

“But enough of that sappy stuff. Miko and I found some music the other day, I think you’d like some of these songs.”--Maxima

Raf slowly falls asleep on her chassis after a few minutes of the softer music playing.

Maxima opens her subspace in her chassis and puts him in there while keeping the hatch open.

She stays there on her back for a bit longer thinking about Orion Pax and the memories they shared together before the war started.

A few tears spilled as dawn was fast approaching on the horizon.

Carefully, Maxima gets up, to not disturb Raf, and goes back down to the base.

She exits the elevator seeing Ratchet and Optimus walking into the main room.

They must have wanted to get in the peace and quiet of the day before everyone else woke up.

Ratchet gave her a pointed look while Optimus gave her a questioning one.

She makes a shushing motion pointing at Raf in her subspace.

The two other mech nod as Maxima gently places the smaller human back in his place with the others.

She yawns a bit, venting softly.

Tenses a bit feeling someone pick her up and placing her on their back.

Optimus has her and pulls her into a piggyback ride back to her room.

“Optimus? You don’t need to do this.”--Maxima

He looks over at his sparkling with sleep in her optics.

“Really its fine I can get to my room—"--Maxima

Optimus only tightens his grip a little and walks to her room.

Maxima looks over at Ratchet for help.

He just smiles a bit before going back to work.

“Traitor.”—Maxima

Maxima lays her helm on Optimus’s neck cables and vents softly accepting defeat.

Optimus reaches the door to only then realize that Maxima had fallen asleep on his back.

“Some things do not change with you Little one.”—Optimus

He opens the door and makes his way to the berth where he gently places her down.

The Prime gently ran his digit on his sparklings helm like he did as Orion Pax eons ago.

Maxima lets a small smile slip in her sleep.

“Rest well Little one.”—Optimus

He gets up and softly closes the door before returning to the main room.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader

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vox-ex · 8 months

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vigilante + breakfast

Supercorptober 2023

"You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything." - Eden Robinson

or ... Lena saves Supergirl from Lillian but winds up having breakfast with Kara

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Lena doesn't know how she got here.

Standing in the kitchen of a cabin up the coast while a superhero showered in the other room.

Well, she does.

But it's a story too long to tell on 3 hours of sleep. She thinks about just leaving, about placing a note on the counter and going after Lillian on her own for almost killing Supergirl. But playing vigilante was literally the one thing she said she told Agent Danvers she wouldn't do.

So that's how she wound up here.

Standing in the kitchen of a cabin up the coast, water running in the other room while she tried to make sense of the last 24 hours and the room in front of her all at once.

She finds it all narrows down to one thing, or rather three, all stacked together.

She notices the bright blues and deep reds first, the way they stand out against the dark wood. She runs her fingers over the heavy material of the suit and through the thick creases of the cape, trailing over the edges of the sigil that peeks out. It's softer than she thought it would be. Careful stitching and little flecks of gold woven throughout. She marvels at the hidden complexities of something that had always seemed so much simpler.

But things up close never quite appear like they do at a distance.

They look out of place, folded there on the kitchen table.

The care to place them so perfectly, a contrast to the rest of the room.

A blanket still covering half the couch. Two pillows wedged together against the arm. A pot of coffee on the counter, still warm but half gone. A missing mug from the cabinet. A plate covered in bits of jam and burnt toast crumbs in the sink.

But there was an odd comfort in it, of things having been taken out and put back a little askew — careful in its own way, but cautious too. It felt familiar in a way she couldn't place.

She came back to the suit, noticing one more thing tucked inside the folds — a pair of dark-rimmed glasses.

She carefully picked them up, unable to leave them in their place like the rest of the things she had found.

Familiar in that same way she couldn't place.

They were heavier than they should be.

She turned them over in her hand, tracing the outline of the frames, running her finger over the faint outline of scratches too deep to polish away.

Imagined them set in front of bright blue eyes.

They became even more familiar then.

Marveled at the simple illusion of them.

Was so caught up in it that she missed the sound of the water stopping.

Missed the sound of someone else coming into the kitchen.

"They have lead in them."

She almost dropped the glasses.

She imagines they wouldn't have broken if she had.

Finds herself careful with them all the same.

Kara came up next to her, hair still damp as she finished putting it up into a loose bun. She had cuts scattered on one side of her face still. Mostly healed. Mostly just angry lines and shallow marks. But Lena remembered them deeper, remembered her bleeding. Her ears rang in sympathy at the memory of how they got there. Remembering the the cape in front of her wrapped around her body instead, protecting her. It hadn't felt as heavy then.

Looking at her felt like walking into the room all over again. Some parts of her familiar, others out of place.

"I'm sorry, I - I was just..."

"Please don't be." Kara gently took the glasses from Lena's hands with a soft smile and slipped them on. "I left them there for you." Her fingers lining up with the imperfections on the lenses. The cuts along her cheek coming into sharper focus, too.

"I thought, I thought it might be easier to see when I told you about me...all of me."

She reached out and adjusted them just a little, letting her fingers linger there for a moment. She felt Kara relax against her.

"There you go," Lena said

The oversized sweater and messy bun made her seem even softer. More like the Kara she had come to know.

"Here I am."

But Lena could see it now - the strength coiled beneath her gentle nature, the way she stood taller under Lena's touch. Could see all of her.

Her fingers drifted from Kara's glasses to her chin, her thumb stretching up to touch the split in her lip that seemed to be taking the longest to heal.

Suddenly, even more of yesterday made sense.

Her mother hadn't just been trying to hurt Kara.

She had been trying to hurt her, too.

Her shoulders fell as the weight on them grew.

"I should have gotten there sooner...If I had just realized what she was doing, accepted it."

"Hey," Kara set her jaw, beneath Lena's touch. "You got us both out of there."

"What if she comes after you again?" Lena asked quietly.

"She will, and we'll stop her," Kara promised, "together." Her voice softened..."tet me protect you too."

Lena nodded, taking a deep breath. Years from now, she would become used to this kind of hope, but for, now it was still new.

"I have to be honest, though; I would really like some breakfast first. Because I tried making toast, but it was --"

"-a little burnt on one side," Lena finished.

Kara ducked her head, and Lena laughed, the sound coming easily even now, as it always seemed to do with Kara.

"Any requests? I am told I make good pancakes."

Kara squeezed her hand...careful...familiar.

"Perfect, pancakes sound perfect."

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read and follow along on Ao3 too

#supergirl #supercorp #sg prompts #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #heaviness disguised as softness #been a while since I took a stab at a reveal fic #but here we go #reveal feels #think early season 2 #Lillian kidnapping Kara but no Mon-el #Lena saves her instead of Jeremiah

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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Reader is always sitting on dottore’s lap.. but what if dottore say on readers lap instead?I love the idea of reader holding one of the segments while they work just sitting on their lap <3 They will get antsy and flustered but you can easily fix that with a peck!! 😌

Something about being close and up and personal with dotty makes me feel so fuzzy and warm! I want to cup his face, kiss him all over, tell him I love him again and again!!! I just really really love the closeness for dottore :(

This goes for the segments as well because they deserve all the love too. Especially webttore!! Give that man a hug during one of his passion rants, no questions asked just do it.

And when I think of akademiya zandik & reader, I think of so much BECAUSE THAT WAS THE HONEYMOON PHASE!!!!! Just two dorks being in love and defending each other and trusting one another. Imagine reader with zandik after he tells them a bit of his past, his childhood, (A bit OOC but perhaps that could be the first instance where reader sees zandik cry for the first time..?) with reader reassuring him whilst embracing him.

I’d love to come back here and talk more!! Can I please become 🎨 anon? I do have troubles with speaking so I am sorry if this is a bit wonky. :1

There are certain words that you simply do not refer to Il Dottore as. Cute and submissive are two of these words, but you? You use them anyway. Because they are cute and submissive when they're all comfortable (although terribly embarrassed and defensive) in your lap. In the beginning, when you suggest the idea, Dottore and the other segments laugh at you because they think it's an amusing joke but, nope, you're 100% serious. It takes... a lot of perseverance and bothering and begging and pleading but!! Soon you'll have the segments fighting over who gets to sit in your lap, because well... it's comfy and soft and they get to be held by you for hours on end as they do their work... (Prime and Omega are obviously the last to give in, their egos are not handling this embarrassing treatment.) You always wrap your arm around him and ask him about his work! Giving him kisses when he starts to get irritated and working your hands into his shoulders and back... :( You're good at repelling the oncoming stress and headaches in this position.

Webttore's ego literally blows up whenever you show such blatant affection and interest in his rants, like yes please keep indulging because he WON'T stop as long as you keep doing it. You could be on the verge of falling asleep and all you hear is him continuing to tell his stories in the background. He wouldn't even notice at first because he gets very into his storytelling as to how he casually demolished a few dozen camps of enemies but then he realizes you aren't commenting anymore... oh you fell asleep :( all of this was probably too much for you to handle all at once...

HONEYMOON PHASE AKADEMIYA ZANDIK AND YOU... :( ugh you're so right 🎨 anon. That was when times were so much simpler... sure school is a pain but!! It was fun. It was when you two found love. Finding comfort, finding each other. It was when you two could simply be Zandik and [Name], no other titles getting in the way.

Zandik despised opening up about himself, much less his past so, he'd only tell you after like many years, and even then he kept it brief and acted like he didn't care and it didn't affect him, because he didn't want to be pitied, he doesn't want your comfort. And so you don't push the topic, but you know he was hurt by it, hurt by being called a monster since birth, being run out by the people who were supposed to be family. So when he does end up crying about it, you don't say a word, you just hold him even as he tries to cover it up, even as he curses you for being like this, because you love him.

#smooches talks #🎨 anon #dottore love notes <3 #THIS WASN'T WONKY AT ALL. I LOVED IT SM!!#put il dottore on your lap right now!! this instant!!#he becomes putty in ur arms its actually so embarrassing for him babygirl behavior tbh #you are so real for this 🎨 anon. being up and close and personal with dottore is so cute. he deserves all the kisses #i am like very tiny so this probably wouldnt work well for my 4'9 ass but yk i can dream. 😭

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How would König be with a more masculine girl? she likes him! she does care, she just has no soft corners, only sharp edges, she wants to care for him but instead of gentle nudges she almost commands him to come in, sit, eat, close his mouth when he chews

König would be both over the moon and smoldering beneath the sun all at once! Unwilling to accept any of it, but incredibly interested. You’re more like one of his fellow operators than some damsel civilian begging to be rescued, and he likes that.

You’re so independent and headstrong, it puts him in an odd position where he’s not even sure that you need him around at all. So, he does what he does best, and… fucks things up just a little. There’s plenty of taunting to be had in this household (one-sided, too, because he can dish it but most certainly can not take it).

Ultimately, the twist of competition and competence that you bring is exciting for him. It’s nice to know that he doesn’t need to worry so much when you’re apart. You can do more than just handle him, but yourself too. He doesn’t get to play out his silly fantasies the majority of the time, and for König it is nice to be a bit pampered and put into his place from time to time. He just doesn’t tell you that.

You want to “pretend” to be a lone wolf, yet you’re struggling with a jar or lifting a heavy piece of wooden furniture. You won’t have the opportunity to make the request for his help (if you even want it at all), because he will come rushing over to you the very second your hands reach for something that he doesn’t believe you can handle on your own. If he’s seemed cocky in some other scenario before, it most definitely triples now. “Look, schatz. You do need me, hm?” each time that he assists you in some way. You roll your eyes at him, tell him to stop showing off and prepare dinner, and he listens, though not before giving you a little squeeze and likening you to something small and cute in his mother tongue as if to further accentuate his point.

And maybe it is very a bit annoying, to have some man liken you to bunnies and fairies when you’re just as capable as he is, only in different areas of expertise. You can’t rid him entirely of his weird, old-fashioned fantasies where you two share a brood of children and live on the side of a mountain; he can’t sway you into settling for biding your time getting your nails done or flashing him helpless looks any time he’s purposefully screwed a lid on too tight. The love is very much here, but accompanying it is König’s eternal pettiness. Even dinner turns to a taunt when he prepares something vaguely phallic, Debrezeiner instead of something simpler.

He tries to coax you into wearing some frilly little dress rather than a ratty old shirt of his, or heaven forbid, his boxers. The scandalized looks he gives you then are in abundance. And it’s odd to him just… how much he realizes that he likes it, how cute you look in things meant for a man his size, the way that you even smell like him now when you’re prancing about in something that he’s had for years. The blush that stretches from his neck to his temples is more than a small betrayal.

The playful sparring is a regular past time. He likes to remind you in the gentlest way that he’s on top here, and on top of you happens to be his favorite way of doing so.

He doesn’t even seem to realize that really, he’s more fragile than he makes himself out to be. Every brazen and blunt word out of his mouth or show of power reveals itself to just be a front when he rests his head over your chest to sleep, listens to your heartbeat as though it were his favorite lullaby on earth. He babbles endlessly during a session of intimacy of just how much he needs you, doesn’t shut up even when he comes and whispers against your cheek of just how he would die without you here. The fear of being left out in the cold, alone, is maybe what sways him into acting this way, but there’s always that comfort in knowing that you need him just as much; you don’t hold back in saying so.

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Wildest dreams

Summary: Lewis Hamilton was screwed. He realised that he fell in love with his best friend, the one where he promised he wouldn’t do it, especially in the condition they were in.

Rating: +16

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.3

Notes: this is the first fic of a series that is inspired by @mignonricciardo “formula one drivers as romance tropes' so the credit of the original idea goes to her! ofc, i changed some bits because i refuse to remember ad 2021

masterlist

2022

The car was shit. W13 let it down since the moment they tested it for the first time and he wasn’t happy. He tried to let it all go after 2021, to think positive and be back at competing with his team - but no, the universe was playing a joke on him. And to top it off, gossip about him was going all around it, like he was a prey, waiting to be eaten alive. His PR executive bolted inside the room while he was doing a physical therapy session with Angela, his back was killing him.

“Not now, Mimi…” He murmured, trying to turn up the music, but she put a hand on top of him.

“I think it’s the time. You need a relationship to make the vultures talk about anything else.”

“What? But I’m not seeing anyone…” He raised his head, scrunching up his nose.

“Well, it can be a fake relationship! Just need a contract, a really good one, some lawyers and boom! New girlfriend in less than two weeks.” She was restlessly typing on her phone.

He sighed loudly, stopping his exercise and sat down, passing his hands on his thighs. “Fine.” Angela looked a bit sceptical towards him. “With one condition.”

“Only one? I can see that you’re evolving! Simpler.” She joked.

“I’ll choose the girl.”

“Fair, it’s you that will be dating her.”

……………………………………………………………………………..

You were snoring softly against the pillow, your limbs just screamed with pain and this nap was really the only thing that you needed right now, however, your doorbell started to ring. With an angry groan, you stood up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening and seeing a very anxious Lewis Hamilton there.

“Hey, Lew… Kinda weird for you to visit me in the middle of the week, especially that you have a race on sunday. You know, there’s a thing called cell phones…” He didn’t even wait for you to finish talking and walked inside your loft. “Oh, okay then, no manners, I see.”

“So… I need your help.”

“Here it comes… What’s wrong, mate?” You sat next to him, holding his hand.

“So, my PR wants me to be in a relationship. A fake. So the media will focus on something else about me.”

“Do you need me to find you a bloke?”

“Kind of. Actually… Would you be in?” He looked at you with exasperation in his eyes. “It’s just… We've been friends for years now, people have seen us together a lot, they always suspected it… And I trust you. A lot.”

“That’s…” You sighed, letting your back hit the soft cushion. “A lot. Like- It will affect my career, for sure! Or I won’t have time to be this aesthetic WAG of a Formula One driver. I love you, Lew… But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I know! I know! But… Everything sucks since last year and if I’m going to do this so I can wipe out all of the shit, at least I’m doing it with someone I love.”

You just heard his words and kept quiet for a few seconds, reflecting if this was not as insane as your brain wants to put it. Well, it is very outside of the norm to have your very famous friend asking you to be his fake girlfriend for the media, but at the same time, you’ve felt honoured that he thought about you first amongst all of your common friends.

“Well.. Since you asked nicely, we can arrange that.” You laid your head on his shoulder. “Fuck, you really know how to convince me.”

“Always did that very well and you know it.”

…………………………………………………………………

A few days later, some meeting with both of your lawyers, a contract - evolving money, you were planning on how to make it public your “relationship”. Your profiles on social media were all private, so no one could see except from pictures that he would post.

“Okay… So we can make this very secretive, to make them talk about it.” Miranda, the PR, suggested it.

“Maybe some fancy dates at restaurants?” He suggested.

“And sometimes, you leave the paddock holding flowers, like you’re going to give to someone else.” You completed it.

“And then, he can take you to a race, but just simple gestures, no kissing, of course. But enough to make them crazy for a break.” The PR finished, smiling. “And remember, you can have other people, as long as you’re very secretive about it, we don’t want a cheating scandal.”

“I kinda feel bad about the fans, they will be very happy.” The British man said, sipping on his whiskey.

“It’s your fault you didn’t want to fall in love.”

“My bad that no one would be as good as you.” He poked his tongue out, laughing.

“Such a cheesy man, are you, huh? I didn’t know that.”

………………………………………………………………….

The first few weeks of you being “together”, some paparazzis caught you two in some fancy restaurants, running together. At the beginning, it was awkward, you were friends, sure… But this whole situationship about pretending to be together was leaving you into a weird space everytime you two were alone. Of course, he tried to avoid it, skipping this step, but inevitably it would happen for a while.

Then, he invited you to spend a weekend with him, a race weekend. Your first thought was to deny at all costs, it was going to be so uncomfortable, especially with paparazzi all around you both. However, with a little of his encouragement words and reassurance that you did not need to go in with him through the Paddock, you agreed to it.

Sunday morning, he got this two bedroom ensuite on, so you wouldn't actually sleep at the same place, but not to leave any suspicions in case someone invaded your privacy. Lewis was up early, shifting around, shower on then off, blow dryer, lights on and off. You groaned and got up, opening your door and showing the middle finger towards him.

“Good morning, love.” He smiled, and threw some clothes at you.

“What’s that?”

“Some matching clothes. I know we won’t walk in together, but… I need to know you’re mine.” His cocky smile appeared.

“You…” You pulled the mostly monochromatic yellow outfit. “How?”

“Oh! And I have some shoes and accessories, you can look into that bag!”

“Okay, you really put yourself through.”

“Go get dressed! We’ll leave for breakfast soon!”

“I’m sorry, but I need makeup to look hot, so you will sit your fine ass down and let me do my magic.”

“Anything for my queen.”

“Cheesy!” You screamed, going to the bathroom with all of the things he gave to you.

After an hour, you two were finally going to the paddock. He was wearing an all yellow outfit and it perfectly matched with you. It was dumb? Yeah, but the butterflies were running up on his chest, the feeling of his missing puzzle piece being there just made everything even more confusing. He let you go out first, entering another through another gate - with almost no one around except for the team crew, then of course he made his entrance, looking handsome as always, while you were already at Mercedes’ hospitality, getting an espresso. When he appeared with a smile, extending a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers.

“Thank you.” You murmured, kissing his cheek.

“It’s not for publicity, okay? It’s an acknowledgment for being the best.”

“But the paparazzi loved it, people are really going crazy.” You could hear his laugh and it made your heart flutter.

………………………………………………………….

The end of the season sucked, Lewis had a DNF on Abu Dhabi, which made at least that horrible car have its end. He was upset, everything in that year about racing was just messed up, but at least he had you along the way.

You gave him a few days to breathe, acknowledge this unusual year for him, Hamilton needed this time for himself and you understood. Of course, it was mundane now, from spending some weekends knowing new countries and having fun with him, it was paradise, now you got it why women would always throw themselves at his feet, I mean- he was handsome and polite and also your friend for years, but you’ve never seen that way, a different side of the british man. You smiled with the pictures that popped up on your twitter, of you two hanging out the night before the last race, his hand around your waist, a stunning smile that could light up the whole room and stylish outfits - that you’ve always tried to match and look as fashionable as he is, however, the dark skinned man would steal the scene every time he stepped on the paddock for a race weekend.

The sound of some random tv show played in the background as you kept scrolling your instagram feed, just to kill some time. Out of the blue, Hamilton’s nickname appeared on the screen and you thought it was weird, why would he call when texting was quicker? Without waiting, you answered the call, pressing your legs together in anticipation.

“Hey, love.”

“Hi, Lew. Why calling? Especially in the middle of the day.”

“Oh… Wanna drive somewhere? I just could use some company.”

“Of course?” The request was a bit out of his usual character, however you knew him enough to know he just wanted to empty his mind.

“Pick you up in five.”

“Ok!”

And he hung up. You managed to put on a hoodie, sneakers and some makeup - just a bit of mascara, lipgloss and a blush, to look more “alive”. In exactly five minutes his car was pulling on your driveway. He opened the door for you and soon you two were going off to… somewhere.

The ride was rather quiet, just some pop music from the radio filling up the silence - comfortable silence. In less than an hour, he pulled up on a beautiful view, between the rocks you could see a river that was starting to freeze.

“Everything okay?” You said, in a low tone.

“Yeah. Just wanted to drive off, but your company makes it better.”

…………………………………………………………………………………

After that night, where you contemplated the view, talked and reflected on how your lives have changed in those last years, he took you home and wished you a good night. This became frequent, drive offs to different places, inviting you to his morning runs and hikes - which you weren’t so good, so he would continuously hold your hips and sometimes, when he was in his best mood, his hand would slip into yours on the rides back to your house and it was the best sensation in the whole world.

That’s when he knew he fell in love and all of this was more than some publicity contract, Lewis wanted to be by your side, it was the moments where he could be himself and no judgments from anyone, just you two in some remote place, far from paparazzi. At first, he didn’t want to believe, he promised himself, right before all of this had started, he wouldn’t fall in love with you. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

Yet, there he was, sitting down on his sofa, looking at pictures that he took of you on top of some hill, smiling. Quickly he called Miranda, Angela and Russell on a video call.

“I think I fell for her. And I promised myself I wouldn’t be in this state.” He sighed dramatically.

“That was just a matter of time, mate.” The British younger driver said, chuckling.

“What?”

“I hate to say it, but… You really sold the couple thing.” Miranda completed. “She looks at you like you’re the one.”

“I’m thirty-eight and I’m freaking out just like a teenager trying to deny its first love. And she’s an old friend. Great!” He passed his hands on the loose curls of his hair. “I really didn’t think I could actually feel that.”

………………………………………………………………………..

After another drive to a beautiful sight with no one else, he parked his car in front of your house. Looking at you for a few seconds before he tried to pay attention to something else. You noted that right away, thinking that he did get a bit distant those last few days, especially after his birthday, so you figured out that maybe you said the wrong thing or he found someone to actually be with him, so you would be finishing the contract on the publicity stunt. Well, it was good while it lasted, but it didn’t stop you to feel a heartbreak coming into you. As a mature woman, you breathed in and looked at him.

“Something is wrong with you. Spill it out.”

“Well… Something is wrong. And I need to talk to you about it.”

“Go for it, Hamilton. You know I can take it.”

“What?”

“What do you think I’m going to say?”

“That we should end this?”

“Oh… Love. Wait. Listen to me first.” He held both of your hands. “ At the beginning this was to save my ass and to have some company on the weekends, but with all those months being… In this fake relationship made me realise something…” He breathed in, closing his eyes. “I’m in love with you. I don’t want this to be a publicity stunt. I want you to be with me as mine. My girl.”

You put your hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. “I didn’t know you were so romantic.”

He didn’t wait for more and soon his lips were against yours in a calm yet romantic kiss. His hands lowered to your hips, pulling your body closer to his, while he deepened the touch. When air made it necessary, you were almost on his lap and both of your cheeks were bright red.

“Come in with me. I promise there’s no paparazzi waiting for us inside.”

He laughed and got out of the car, opening the door for you as you two rushed inside like horny teenagers.

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lincolndjarin · 10 months

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Best Kept Secret

chapter nineteen : reverence (RE-UPLOAD)

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 7.3k

summary : mando takes you to the library in the city!! very cute and innocent day trip!!

warnings, etc. : language, teasing, smut, oral f!recieving, face sitting, din djarin consent king, body worship, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, size kink if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

You really want to.

You couldn’t possibly want to more than you currently do.

It’s actually a bit mean. That he’s left you here in this state.

You tidy up the plates, setting them on the vanity before struggling out of your dress for a few minutes until you’re finally free of the damned thing, sulking off to the closet, wrapping yourself in the sheets, and tossing and turning restlessly.

“When you really want to.”

What a ridiculous time to decide to tease. You couldn’t have made your want clearer if you tried, of course it wasn’t just going to be because he had done as you asked, obviously you wanted it. Did you have to make it more blunt? If that’s what he wants you can certainly do that.

If he wants direct you can be direct.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, you’ll have to settle for a pillow shoved between your thighs to try and soothe the heat that’s building there, threatening to boil over.

✩

You’re grumpy in the morning. How could you not be? If anything you’re in a worse mood than you were last night because you’re still pent up and now your head is full of all sorts of ideas about how you can prove just how badly you want to. You're rifling through drawers when the girls get there in the morning.

When you finally turn to look at them you’re triumphantly holding up a white satin nighty, the two girls exchange a look of confusion before helping you dress. Lysa manages to find satin panties that go with it. Perfect.

The next step in your plan is your dress. You tell them specifically that you’re going out again today and that you’d like something a little more casual if possible.

Elaine manages to find exactly what you’re looking for. Of course it’s the furthest thing from casual, you’re expected to keep up appearances, but it’s definitely simpler than anything else they’ve dressed you in. It’s light pink, with layers, thin pieces of chiffon make up the skirt. The sleeves are shorter than you’re used to, and it might be the most breathable gown in your closet. It doesn’t even drag across the floor, the skirt ends at the middle of your calves.

But most importantly, it has buttons in the back, not your usual corset style.

Once you put on a pair of flats you’re feeling rather pleased with their work, other than detangling the sleep from your hair they’ve left it alone.

It’s like the girls can sense your excitement as they swiftly begin to take their leave.

“I’ll have Leo bring you a coin purse before you leave, my lady.” Is the only thing Elaine says before shutting the door behind them. Once they’re gone you rush to the closet, knowing Leo you’ll only have a few minutes. Searching through the pillows in your mess of a makeshift bed you finally find the one containing the book, gingerly opening to where you’ve tucked the necklace Din had given you before holding it up.

The knock on your door has you shoving the book back into the pillow case as you hastily clasp the necklace around your neck. The small silver flower charm dangles from the leather cord as you greet Leo, who hands you a far too large bag of credits before hurrying off. You’re left standing in the doorway staring at the Mandalorian, you give him a wide innocent grin.

“Good morning, Mando.” You hold the credits out to him. “Could you hold these for me please?” You bat your eyelashes at him, you know you’re laying it on a little thick but allegedly this is what he wanted.

He stiffens up a bit, clearly sensing that something is off about you, he hesitates for only a moment before taking them from you.

“Good morning, princess, are you ready to go?” His voice has a certain curiosity to it that only makes you smile wider.

“Of course.” You close the door behind you and he tucks the coin purse into his over the shoulder bag.

You walk very close to him. You can’t remember how to find the main entrance of the castle so he takes the lead. Once you’re in a hallway you’re certain is completely empty you briefly allow yourself to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“How are you this morning, my kar’ta?” You whisper before dropping his hand, the two of you turning down a hall with a few scattered guards that stand at attention when they see you approaching. He says nothing as you carry on, you smile as you pass them until you begin your descent down a staircase.

“I’m fine… how are you?” You can practically hear him furrowing his brow, you haven’t given him a good enough reason to directly question you yet but you can tell he’s already suspicious of your over the top actions.

“Absolutely wonderful.” You bump your shoulder against his and the modulator buzzes as he starts to say something but you’re already at the front gate and you don’t give him time to as you hold your wrist out to the man you know will attach your tracker, he grumbles as the man insists he wear one as well, warning him not to “lose” it again or we won’t be allowed to take you out anymore.

Before you know it you’re out the gate and making your way down the palace steps towards the landspeeder that is already waiting for the two of you. You stop in front of it before turning to face Din.

“Could you help me up please?” As you say it his helmet tilts ever so slightly to the side but he lifts you by your waist up into the backseat before pulling himself up to sit beside you. A few minutes after you start moving he puts his arm on the back of the seat as he leans down a bit to whisper to you, you know at the speed you're going that the driver can’t hear him.

“I know what you’re up to sarad’ika.” His voice is stern but there’s no actual upset behind it so you turn to smile at him.

He wanted you to want it.

So you’re going to show him just how badly you can want it.

“I have no idea what you mean.” You stare up into the visor through your lashes before you lurch forward slightly.

You’re already there.

“Why didn’t we just walk? It would have taken us less than an hour, it’s right down the street?” You frown as he jumps out, holding his arms out to help you out.

“I didn’t realize you would want to walk.” He says, setting you on the ground.

“Well I would.” You turn to the driver. “Don’t bother coming back, we’ll be walking home.” The woman driving nods before speeding off.

The building is massive. White marble steps lead up to large columns that line the entrance, it must be at least five stories, yet it seems like very few people are going in and out. He watches you take in the size of the building. Aside from the castle, it might be the biggest building on Naboo. Eventually you start making your way up the steps, the Mandalorian following closely behind you, when you reach the top he steps in front of you to hold the door open.

What a gentleman.

You hope for your sake that he’ll be feeling a little less like a gentleman later.

You want to stay focused on your poorly veiled attempts to seduce him but honestly the library is so breathtaking you lose focus of your task for a moment as you take in the shelves. It’s built like a ring, the center of the room is hollow going up, and much to your surprise, down. A railing keeps anyone who gets close from going over and you’re immediately drawn to it, the moment you put your hands on the rail to look down Din puts a protective hand on your waist.

It goes down as far as it goes up, you count six floors below and when you look up you count six above.

His grip tightens when you lean forward to try and see the bottom before pulling you away from the edge.

“I thought you were scared of heights?” He whispers, even though his tone is hushed it stands out in the jarring silence of the building.

“When I don’t expect them, this is fine.” Your eyes are wandering now through the wide expanse of shelves, your library back in the keep is probably the size of just one floor here. Oddly enough you haven’t seen a single person yet, or an employee. “Where is everyone?” His hand moves to the small of your back as he guides you towards the elevator in the back of the circular room.

“Everyone’s working right now, only a few droids are employed here, you’ll see them rolling around at some point.” Once he gets you on the elevator he’s pressing the buttons to take you to the top. You’re waiting for the doors to close as you give him an inquisitive look.

“The top?” He looks at you as you ask it, he’s tapping his foot as he waits for the doors.

“The basement levels are all academic nonsense, we’ll start at the top and work back to the ground floor.” You take a step to the left so your arm is against his. The doors finally shut and the two of you stand in the silence for only a moment before he turns his helmet to glare down at you. You can feel his gaze burning against your face.

If he has something to say he doesn’t voice it. And you’re happy to just rock back and forth on your heels until there’s a ding and the doors open. You step out ahead of him, the roof of the building is glass, sunlight streaming into the shelves. You find yourself quickly engrossed by the multicolored spines that line them. They’re organized by genre, and you currently find yourself surrounded by all the fiction you could ever possibly want.

You’re conflicted because you would love to spend the day trying to get under the Mandalorians skin, (and also just under him in general) but he’s taken you to the one place that might actually be able to distract you.

You can have your cake and eat it too if you play your cards right.

“Could you pick some for me? I loved the one you had me read yesterday, it was so exciting.” You grab his arm as you say it, there aren’t any droids to be seen on this floor and the entire building seems to be lacking cameras.

He begins to scan the shelves as you hold his arm, following next to him.

“So you aren’t up to anything, You’re just in a really good mood today?” His voice is low and secretive as he scans the shelves.

“I’m not you, I’m not always scheming to get the upper hand.” Except that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re hilarious.” He takes something off the shelf tucking it into his bag before carrying on through the stacks.

You do this for a good hour.

You follow him through the maze of shelves, he picks out a book, puts it in his bag, you keep walking.

Eventually you manage to find your favorite. It’s a little funny, the juxtaposition of such an imposing and regal library housing your campy romance novels, but they have such a wide collection you completely forget about the task at hand briefly as you search through them. He wanders off at one point, never completely out of sight but he lets you look in private.

This is a good opportunity to enjoy the library while also making an attempt to work him up.

You look exclusively for books about men wearing helmets. Knights, stormtroopers, clone troopers, a pilot finds his way into the mix. But best of all there’s actually a few Mandalorian ones.

Ravaged by Two Mandalorians, Bound in Beskar, and Unmasking the Alpha (a Mandalorian Erotic Novella)

They all look obscene and if you're being honest, a little ridiculous but you take all three under your arm and go over to him, holding them out.

“Can you put these in your bag please?” You spread them out so he can see all the titles.

“You can’t be serious.” He sounds almost mortified.

“Those ones looked the most interesting to me.” You give him big doe eyes as you say it and he hastily shoves them in his bag before taking your arm and dragging you towards the elevator.

“We’re done on this floor.” Is all he mumbles as he presses the buttons to take you down one.

You had hoped maybe he’d just drag you home but sure, this is fine.

Except the next floor isn’t really all that sexy.

It’s a lot of technical stuff. Machinery, maintenance, all sorts of stuff you know he enjoys so you have no plans to rush him. He goes off on his own so you walk aimlessly until you find something you know he’s fond of.

Classic ships.

You have to flip through four books to find what you’re looking for but eventually you’re staring at the Razor Crest.

It was a military patrol craft, more importantly it’s a gunship. Seems like an odd choice for him, as strong as he is it’s hard to imagine him as a soldier.

He doesn’t seem like the type to follow orders.

“That’s my ship.” He’s looking over your shoulder as you close the book, putting it back in its spot.

“I thought you didn’t have a ship? Wasn’t that the whole reason you took this job?”

“It was my ship. Had a little accident.” He sounds genuinely saddened by the loss.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I never would have met you if it hadn’t happened.”

That would be so sweet if it didn’t make you want him even more.

You settle on a smile.

“Next floor?” You say as you watch a droid roll past, seemingly vacuuming the nonexistent dirt on the carpet.

“Next floor?” You ask.

You’re back in the elevator.

You're on the next floor.

And you’re surprised to find that half of this floor is cook books. It’s a more than thorough collection, covering every sort of thing you can imagine, from every planet you can imagine.

He’s much less interested in this floor but you know exactly what you want.

It’s easy to find the first thing you’re looking for. A book on Naboo deserts. You quickly hand it to him before looking further, when you find the second book you’re looking for it’s just out of your reach.

Which is more than fine.

You stand on your tiptoes, your fingertips barely reaching the shelf it’s on and exactly as you knew he would, Din puts a hand on your waist and reaches up over you to get it, boxing you between the shelves and his body.

You “stumble” a bit in “surprise” when he does. You keep an innocent look on your face as your hips shamelessly grind back against his. His grip on your waist tightens and he holds you still as he gets the book down, turning you around so your back is to the shelves and you’re facing him.

“Really?” He hands you the book you had wanted and you immediately hand it back to him.

“What? You scared me, and this is for you.”

He stares down at it. It’s a children's cookbook. He scoffs, but much to your delight, puts it in his bag.

He clearly has more to say but as you give him yet another innocent smile he sighs and leads you back towards the elevator once more.

He pretends he doesn’t know exactly what you’re doing.

You pretend you don’t see him adjust himself in his flight suit.

You spend all your time on this floor trying to get him flustered. The only time you’re sure it works is when you drop a book and really take your time picking it up.

You catch him clenching and unclenching his fist afterwards.

On the next floor you manage to find your own Mando’a translation book. He hesitates when you hand it to him but eventually puts it in his bag.

On the last floor you tell him how excited you are to go home and read. He nods and any words he has in response seem to get caught in his throat.

When you’re finally done his bag is overflowing with books and you return to the ground floor, he sets them on some sort of scale near the entrance and a number comes up. He inserts about a quarter of the credits from the purse into the machine and then puts the books back into his bag.

“Why did you have to pay? Aren’t we just borrowing these?” He holds the door open for you to leave as you ask, following you out onto the steps.

“You can borrow them, you can also buy them, they’ll replace them quickly, I thought you might want to own some of these.” He leads you down the steps, the city seems to be getting busier, you must have spent your whole day inside without even realizing it.

It’s a beautiful walk back to the castle, you’re actually a little mad you didn’t get to walk this route earlier.

It’s also the first time you’ve seen the people of Naboo outside of the markets.

It’s immediately clear to you why they don’t like Kodo, or you assume, most of the royal family.

It’s clean, and it’s pretty here but you can tell the people are terribly overworked and more than miserable, you find yourself reaching into Din’s bag for the coin purse.

Before you know it you’re walking into the crowds handing out credits to anyone who will take them. Din stays close the entire time, his arm hovering over your waist without really touching you but you aren’t worried.

No one here is going to hurt you.

People come and go quickly with thanks and gentle squeezes of your hands until the bag is empty, once that happens you promise to come back with more another day.

You talk to the people that will get close enough, once the money’s gone most people shoot nervous looks at Din at scurry off but a few stay to chat, mostly older people who hold your hands tightly, you had planned on rushing home initially and making an attempt at tackling the Mandalorian onto the bed but now you want nothing more than to talk to the people.

Your people.

You wish you had talked to them sooner, that you had stopped that day in the markets because they’re all incredibly kind.

It’s probably because you’ve been cooped up and the only times you’ve been out you’ve always been distracted but this is the first time you truly feel like a princess.

The first time you’ve realized that you have subjects.

Once the crowd completely thins, you’re sitting on a bench with an elderly woman who’s holding your hands in hers as she tells you about her daughters store, she sells groceries and food items from what you can tell and you do your best to listen intently. The Mandalorian has given you a bit of space now that people have left, he’s standing against a brick building on the other side of the street, watching patiently.

“He is your protector?” The woman you’ve learned is named Vivian nods in his direction and you smile as his head adjusts slightly, of course he’s listening in.

“Yes. He’s my keeper.” Street lights are beginning to come on as the sun sets, shops around you are closing for the day.

“I haven’t seen a Mandalorian around here in quite some time.” As she speaks a group of children are approaching Din, none of them can be older than five, running around as their parents deal with their last customers of the day.

“He’s the first one I ever met. I thought they’d be different.” Surprisingly, the children aren’t afraid of him. If anything they’re intrigued, unlike the adults they know nothing of Mandalorians, they have yet to feel the unearned hesitancy towards them.

“How so?” The older woman's hands are wrinkled and soft as she holds yours.

“I didn’t think they’d be so kind.” Din crouches down to be at their height, giving the group a small wave. One brave little girl comes right up and slaps her chubby little hands against his knee, when he doesn’t react the rest of the group deems it safe enough to follow suit, soon he’s covered in little ones, all tugging at the Beskar and giggling until he settles on just sitting on the ground, letting them play.

“How is life in the royal family, my lady? Are you enjoying your time in the castle? The people almost didn’t believe you were real, no one’s seen you, we only heard tales of a young woman set to marry prince Harand.” She makes a face as she says his name. So it’s true, they don’t care for him.

“It’s perfectly well.” Your eyes are still focused on Din who is carefully pulling a toddler off of his back to set him down in front of him. It’s the most patient you’ve seen him be, he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest by the onslaught of children, several have taken to just sitting in his lap playing with the belts that go across his chest. “If anything it’s just boring. Not a lot for me to do, just a lot of reading.” The woman hums, content on just watching the children with you once she realizes they’ve caught your attention.

He’s managed to settle the majority down, they all sit in front of him now, a few of the younger ones continue to tug at his armor and one little girl sits on his leg, her dark eyes sparkle in the street lights and her hair is done up in several little buns as she stares up at him in awe. It takes you a second to realize he’s playing a game with them, he holds out both his hands in closed fists towards the closest child, a little Rodian boy who excitedly points to his left hand which he opens to reveal a credit in his palm which he hands to the little one.

You catch a glimpse of his other hand.

There were credits in both of them.

He goes around through all the kids until every single one has won. You don’t realize until he’s done that you had run out of money earlier, he was using his own for this little game.

Once every child gets a chance to win he goes back to being a personal playground, he picks up one excited toddler who was drooling on his pauldron, setting him down in his lap, letting him hold one of his fingers.

“You’re right.” You jump a bit, you’d nearly forgotten you were sitting next to Vivian.

“I’m sorry?” You give her an apologetic smile, you’ve been so focused on Din you’d completely zoned out.

“He is kind.” She gives you a warm smile and you can’t help but smile back at her, she stands and you stand with her, letting her take your arm as you help walk her to her daughters storefront and you promise to visit again soon before returning to Din who is now handing little ones who cling to him to their respective parents. The little girl with the buns in her hair is refusing to let go, her chubby fingers wrapped around his cowl until he reaches into his bag, handing her one of the cakes from the markets before peeling her off of him and handing her to her parents, standing once they’re gone.

“You’re good with them.” When you speak he looks at you and then at the practically empty street before offering up his arm.

No one’s around, what’s the harm?

You take his arm and the two of you walk, the sun completely out of the sky now.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” He says softly. Your eyes are trained on the stars above but he’s staring only at you.

“With your little one?” He pulls you closer as you say it.

“With my little one, yes.”

“I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You tear your eyes from the stars to stare into the visor. He nods and you continue, looking back to the stars. “Who’s his mother?” He laughs slightly when you say it.

“I don’t know, I don’t know who his father is either. Is that all you wanted to ask?”

No. Now you have more questions than ever but you’ve already promised yourself you’d wait until he told you himself. So you nod.

“That’s it.”

“Okay.” He lets go of your arm as you approach the castle and shortens his steps so he’s behind you.

You go through the same routine as last time, turning in your trackers before being let in, you walk in silence up to your chambers. You both know what’s going to happen when you get there. When you open the door you turn to him, giving him the sweetest smile you can muster.

“Wanna come in so we can go through the books?” He hesitates for only a moment before nodding and stepping in. When you close the door you lock it as loudly as possible.

He carefully sets the books that you had picked for yourself onto your vanity along with four he picked out for you.

You walk to the center of the room, humming quietly to yourself as you slip your flats off. He turns when he’s done to look at you, standing firmly in place.

“I like that dress on you.” He says it so quietly you barely catch it, flashing him a smile.

“Thanks, I was hoping you’d like it.” You bunch up the skirt a bit, swaying it back and forth before making your way over to him, your fingers play with his gauntlet.

“Not tonight, princess…” He mumbles as you do which immediately has you frowning.

“I couldn’t possibly want it more Din.” You give him a reassuring look but he still shakes his head.

“What is this about? Seriously, no secrets, why won’t you touch me? I’m giving you permission.”

He’s silent for a moment and when he speaks his voice is small.

“I just got you back, I can’t ruin this again.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t want you to think this is just sex for me.”

“I know it isn’t.” You bring your hand up to rest flat against his chestplate, over where his heart would be. “How many times have I asked you to leave me be and you have refused? I am asking you to stay and now you won’t do that either.”

“That was different.” His hand rests atop yours.

“How?”

You can tell he’s struggling to find the words but you know to just give him time, let him figure it out on his own. Just when you think he might give up and leave, he speaks.

“When you asked me to leave you alone I stayed because it was my job. It was my duty to protect you.” His visor is trained on your face as he speaks. “Now I leave because you are much more than that. You are not my job anymore, you’re my faith.” Your breath catches in your throat as he says it. “You have made me a devout man, princess.” Your hand moves to rest on the cheek of his helmet and he takes a small step forward before his fingers come up to play with the flower charm on your necklace.

You’re at a bit of a loss for words.

He tends to have that effect on you.

“I don’t just care for you, sarad’ika, I worship you.” His words are soft and hushed.

“Then show me.”

He doesn’t move so you bring your other hand to his helmet, like you’re cradling his face.

“Do you want me?” Your words are stern as you force him to hold your gaze.

“Always.”

“And you said you wouldn’t touch me again unless I wanted you to?”

“Yes.” The hand playing with your necklace drops, and you take a step back.

“I want it Din.” You reach your hands back to the buttons on your dress and with one sharp tug you hear them all clatter to the ground and you let the fabric fall into a heap on the floor. You’re standing before him in the white satin nighty, when he doesn’t move you go to turn off the lights in the room before you walk to the closet, opening the door. “I’m not going to force you if you aren’t ready, but I promise, I want it.” You leave him standing there in the dark, the door to the closet left open as you stand, shuffling through your sheets before clicking on the lamp, turning to give the door one last glance.

In all honesty you expect to hear your bedroom door open and shut.

Much to your surprise he’s standing in the doorway of the closet, the lamp light flickers off of the silver steel of his armor and he shuts the door behind him before he takes only a couple long strides to stand before you.

No words are spoken as he kneels in front of you, his hands holding your hips as you stare down at him.

“You want me to show you?” He whispers it in the dim glow that surrounds the two of you. You only nod in response. His hands move down your sides, down your bare thighs, your calves and your ankles before tracing right back up. “You’ll let me worship you?”

“Yes.” You whisper back to him and his hand reaches over as he turns off the lamp.

In the darkness you hear him shedding his armor, he stays in front of you, on his knees as he does.

You count the pieces of metal as they hit the floor.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And finally there’s that hiss of air.

Eight.

His hands pull you down to your knees so you’re face to face with him and he guides your hands to the zippers on his flight suit, letting you pull the fabric off of him, tossing it somewhere behind him in the darkness before hastily pulling his face to yours.

It feels less like a kiss and more like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips with his.

He doesn’t tear the fabric from you this time, instead he carefully lifts it over your head before tossing that aside as well, in the pitch black you’re left only in your panties as he lays you back into the pillows and sheets, slotting himself between your legs his hand is lifting one slightly and you gasp as you feel him place a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

He doesn’t speak, which is a bit funny because previously that was all he did when you had sex but this time is different. Without a mask to hide behind he’s not the dominant man you knew.

Now he is your acolyte.

He doesn’t speak because he is to busy showing you his devotion as his mouth moves up your leg, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches your thighs, he’s moved so he’s on his stomach as he throws your legs over his shoulders, sucking the meat of your thighs into his mouth, feverishly making sure not to miss a spot.

His lips are everywhere but where you want them.

You aren’t sure how long he does this but it feels like hours, he does nothing but gently nip at your thighs, soothing each little bite with a kiss or with his tongue until your hands find his hair, tugging gently.

“Mando please…” You whine as you pull at his curls.

“Say my name cyare, please.” It isn’t a demand, it’s not his usual commanding bedroom tone, it’s a plea. “I love when you say my name.”

Who could deny him that? When he sounds so fucking desperate?

“Din, please.” That’s all it takes for his fingers to tug down your panites, tossing them aside before he gets back into the position he was in. He doesn’t tease, he doesn’t hesitate, the moment he’s able to he’s diving into you, his tongue spreads open our folds before he sinks it into your heat.

Stars, that tongue.

You’ve thought about that tongue for a long time.

He’s used that tongue to tease you, to mock you, and to taunt you. But now he’s chosen to drive you mad with it.

He traces up and down your folds, his stubble scratches at you deliciously as he’s trying to find what you like the most as you fall apart against him, as he fucks your hole with his tongue his nose bumps against you clit making you groan, your fingers gripping the blankets around you.

He mumbles incoherently against your cunt before doing it again, letting you grind your face against him as he continues to mumble until finally you manage to sit up on your elbows through your gasps and moans.

“D-Din.” You stammer out but he doesn’t react in the slightest other than wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pulls you close to him. “Din! Fuck! Din I c-can’t hear you.” He still doesn’t so much as react to you so you finally just reach down, pulling him off of you by his hair, his breath is labored as his grip on your thighs loosens.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You’re breathing just as hard as he is as he says it, his voice fills the darkness.

“I’m fine, I just, I can’t hear you.” You let go of his hair, bringing your hand down to caress his face, the bottom half of which is soaked.

“Kriff, sorry mesh’la.” His grip on your thighs tightens once more and one of his hands moves under you to rest against your spine as he rolls himself over. It’s as impressive as it is surprising, you squeal as it happens, your entire body is shifted from laying down to sitting upright in an instant. You have to lean forward to regain your balance. He’s on his back now with you hovering above his face on your knees. “I was telling you to sit on my face, sarad. It’ll be easier.”

You want to tell him that you’re too heavy, that you’re worried that you’ll hurt him but he pulls you down by your thighs before you can protest. From this angle his tongue pushes deeper into you and you can ride his nose, so any complaints you have die in your throat, especially when he starts moaning against your core.

Your fingers go to his hair, gripping his curls as he forces your weight down onto him, you can feel his hips grinding against nothing behind you as he does. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly and it’s clear that he can tell because his efforts somehow further as he moans again, the vibrations have you squeezing his head with your thighs.

Your vision goes white as he tilts his head up to suck on your clit sharply. The thread snaps and you’re cumming, the small room is filled with your moans as his tongue moves back at your hole and you can hear him obscenely lapping at your juices. You need a second to recover. As you sit up on your knees his face follows, trying desperately to lick you clean and you have to gently push him off.

“T-too sensitive Din. Give me a second.”

He immediately pulls away, sitting up so he can lay you down on the blankets, he goes back to kissing you wherever he can get his mouth as you catch your breath.

He travels across your hips, up your navel, you’re certain he kisses every one of your ribs until his lips settle on your breast, his tongue swirls around your nipple before pulling it into his mouth making your back arch up and into him.

You’ve never had someone pay attention to you like this. Sure, previously he had been the best sex of your life but this is entirely different. Without the helmet on he’s Din. Your Din. And Din seems to be considerably more shy than the Mandalorian you know. Without his helmet he definitely doesn’t talk as much, but his mouth is on you constantly.

You wonder to yourself as his lips move to your other breast if he’s ever gotten to do this with anyone else. Maybe he’s simply eager to put his mouth on something that isn’t a ration pack. Your thoughts are shut up as his hands spread your thighs and he cups your pussy before letting two of his fingers slide through your folds. His mouth moves up again, kissing every inch of your chest before settling on your neck.

He nuzzles his face into your neck before deeply inhaling your scent, groaning as his fingers find your still swollen bud. He doesn’t move though, waiting for your permission as they simply rest atop it, his mouth going to work on your throat.

“Yes Din, it’s okay.” You whisper as he nods, humming against your skin as he starts drawing circles against you, you’re moaning again, terribly loud, as he rubs lazy shapes into you. Your hands find purchase against his shoulders.

Gods, he’s broad. Significantly less broad than he looks with the armor on but he’s still just generally big. You let your hands wander across his body as he rubs your clit, it seems like he’s trying to see just how loud he can make you. He’s big but as you trace his scarred back you discover he’s surprisingly lean. The armor must bulk him up because he feels surprisingly lithe. His fingers sink into you and he begins to grind his palm against your clit as they do, you immediately gasp at the stretch.

“Maker-” His mouth covers yours, interrupting your sentence, when he pulls away he’s panting.

“There is no Maker. There’s only you.” His mouth is back on yours as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you and you’re already close again as you scratch at his back. Eventually when you're a mess all over again, chanting his name, as you gasp for air he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. He keeps his hand still at this point, letting you chase your release as you ride his fingers until you’re seeing stars again.

He happily swallows your moans as you finish again.

You’re about to ask for another break but he’s sitting up on his knees, one hand on your waist as he whispers your name like it’s a prayer, and you feel the tip of his cock against your folds, you can feel the heat coming off of him.

“P-please, please gedet’ye. Ni linibar gar, s-sarad let me, please.” And he sounds so fucking needy. Like never before, he never asks, he takes, he makes you beg, yet right now he’s whining as he swipes his thick cockhead through your wetness, inhaling sharply through his teeth as he does.

There isn’t a world in which you could say no to him now.

You still feel like your body is coming down from you high, buzzing with ecstasy, but you sit up to grab him by the back of his neck, pulling him back down on top of you.

“Yes, Din, I’m all yours.” You barely finish the sentence as he pushes himself into your weeping cunt. His moan is animalistic as he leans down and bites down on your shoulder to muffle the pornagraphic sound.

And Maker it hurts. You’ve never felt so good while hurting you’re sure of it. Every nerve in your body is alive as he starts rocking his hips into you, slowly working himself into you. After several lewd moans and whines from the both of you he’s got himself fully inside your cunt, he kisses you softly between your eyes.

“Gods, please, move Din, please.” You manage to mutter out and he happily obliges.

He’s certainly never fucked you like this.

Not in the library, not on his birthday, not even during your first time.

No, this is like he’s trying to get you off as quickly as possible, like the only thing he can focus on is your pleasure. He’s immediately lifting your hips slightly so he can thrust perfectly against that spot inside of you.

You aren’t sure when you started crying, you’ve been overstimulated since your first orgasm so it doesn’t surprise you all that much, but he’s kissing the corners of your eyes, your tears sticking to his lips as he does. Much to your disappointment he slows his pace.

“Are you okay sarad? I can stop, or slow down.”

That’s the last thing you want right now.

“I’m- I’m fine Din, please.” You whine as you scratch at his shoulders.

You can feel him nod, both of your bodies are slick with sweat as he starts pounding into you again, significantly slower than before and you know he’s nervous about your tears.

It’s hard to come up with a plan because even though he’s thrusting you with less power than before your head is still clouded with lust and you can’t really think of ways to convince him that you’re fine.

You aren’t exactly sure what you’re doing but you grab his face in your hands before you whisper words you aren’t entirely sure you know how to pronounce but could never forget.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

His entire body tenses up, it’s like all the air in the room is gone and you’re about to apologize until you feel his forehead rest against yours.

“Say that again.” He sounds fucking wrecked.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

You still aren’t exactly sure what you’re saying but it works because his lips are on yours with a newly ignited passion and he’s slamming into you again, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You know that? Fucking perfect.” He mumbles the words into your mouth as he pistons himself into you, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy. Your stomach feels like it’s cramping up as another climax builds, your fighting to catch your breath.

You finish first. His hand has to cover your mouth. You scream so loudly.

He follows shortly after, pulling out before jerking himself off, you feel him cum hit your stomach.

He collapses next to you and briefly the only sounds in the darkness are both your gasps for air until you bring your fingers down to your stomach to scoop up his seed before sucking them clean, savoring the salty metallic taste.

His knuckles brush against your arm.

“Are you happy now sarad?”

You wish he could see the dopey grin on your face.

“Yes.”

You know you won’t be able to keep your eyes open much longer as he pulls you against him, placing a kiss into your hair. He mumbles a few things in Mando’a that you don’t recognize but you do catch the end of his sentence before you succumb to sleep.

“Jate ca, ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

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chapter nineteen : reverence

THIS SERIES HAS BEEN MOVED AND RE-UPLOADED TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT. WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE. THIS POST STILL EXISTS AS AN ARCHIVE BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE!!