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poppy-in-the-woods · 2 months

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Sneak Peek

Plot: Inspired by this post. Set during the lockdown, Noah's been ignoring you, and you're gonna make him pay.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 1534

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: smut, teasing, sexting, oral (male receiving), double penetration, anal sex, somewhat public sex/exhibitionism.

Author's note: Some of you said you wanted a story about that idea, and before I knew what was happening, my fingers were furiously typing, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it!

2020, the year the world came to a halt. You and your boyfriend, Noah, were trapped inside your shared apartment, and it was beginning to get kind of boring. There’s only so much stuff you can do inside before it gets repetitive. Even sex had started to get kind of predictable and uninteresting.

Lately, he had taken to streaming on Twitch, so that night, while he was streaming, you were on the living room, browsing the web on your laptop, desperately searching for a way to spice up your bedroom life. Then you found an article that seemed helpful and elaborated a plan.

Step one: buying some new risqué lingerie.

Step two: acquiring a new toy.

Step three: wait until they arrive and put on a show for him while he’s streaming.

Step four: success?

You managed to keep the packages a secret from him after they arrived, even when you had to thoroughly clean and disinfect the items, and wait a week after that so you could use them.

That evening he wasn’t looking at you. He hadn’t been looking at you for a while now, but you were going to make sure he’d look.

Noah had been streaming for half and hour now when he got the first text from you. Glancing at the screen he saw what you had written:

Babe [19:40]: I’m horny, come here.

He trailed off what he was saying while typing a response.

You [19:41]: I can’t, I’m streaming.

You didn’t stop at that, though, and he had to pause while going back and forth with you for a couple more messages.

Babe [19:43]: ☹ Pretty please? ☹

You [19:43]: I can’t right now.

Babe [19:45]: Your loss then.

He didn’t receive another message for ten minutes. The next one was a picture of your cleavage in a sexy red bra he was sure he hadn’t seen before. He smiled and pressed his lips together, but didn’t respond. He continued the stream as if nothing happened, though the picture was still on the back of his mind, like a splinter.

“No reply, bitch? Then it’s game on”, you said to yourself.

You snapped a few pictures in quick succession: a full body shot that showed your new lingerie set, one without the bra and completely nude.

You sent them, but he didn’t respond, and he didn’t even open the last message. Time to bring out the big guns.

Noah shifted uncomfortably on his chair. The increasingly sexy pictures you were sending were starting to make concentrating on the conversation pretty difficult. He didn’t open the last message, imagining what you would send next. He understood himself well enough to know that if he opened it, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, and he couldn’t leave his friends hanging now that the Mario Kart game was on, could he? No, sir, he was a man of his word and he was committed to finish.

But when his phone started buzzing insistently, he lost on purpose to look at it.

The nude picture wasn’t the worst (or was it the best?) you had for him in store.

Babe [20:23]: Wanna see my new boyfriend? Since you don’t pay any attention to me anymore, I had to get him.

The next message was a picture of a pretty realistic dildo, with a water bottle next to it, just for scale. Noah was a big guy, but that thing seemed bigger.

Babe [20:25]: How shall I name him? Noah II?

Next picture was the dildo, nested between your breasts, your tongue darting out to lick the tip.

He covered his mouth, stifling the unholy sound that was threatening to come out of his lips, shifting again on his chair. You surely had caught his attention, and he was starting to get hard. A new subscription popped in, distracting him. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at it. The robotic voice read it before he could stop it:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: Look at your phone, you coward.

And then, right after, a donation of ten dollars:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: I dare you to ignore that. I double dare you. Bitch.

He looked at his phone. A new message had arrived. It was a video this time. No sound, just a close-up of your glistening pussy being penetrated by the dildo, going in and out, in and out, your fingers caressing your clit. Noah’s cock twitched in his pants, fully hard now. A new message popped in:

Babe [20:33]: Think you would be able to fill another hole? Or should I get another replacement for you?

He furiously typed a reply. If you wanted to play, he was going to play.

Your phone dinged.

Prettyface [20:35]: Replacement? Ha! You wish. Come here right now, and don’t forget to bring your new friend with you.

You looked at your laptop, with Twitch open on his streaming. It was still going on.

You [20:36]: But you’re still on streaming.

Prettyface [20:37]: Who’s the coward now?

You bit your lip hesitantly, looking at your laptop again. The camera showed that the door was not inside the frame, you just had to be sneaky and nobody would know you were there.

Noah didn’t turn around when he felt the door opening, but he backed his chair up a bit, opening some space under the desk. You crawled up to him, getting in that space. He pretended to drop his phone.

“Just a second, guys”, he said. Bending over, he put his face mere inches to yours. “You’ve been a very naughty girl”, he whispered. “To make up for it, you’re gonna suck me off while riding your new toy. And don’t you dare touch yourself or make a sound. Understood?” You eagerly nodded. “Good.”

He straightened himself, phone in hand, and left in on the desk. He lowered the seat and shifted once more, facilitating you pulling his pants and underwear down. His cock was already leaking some pre-cum, angry that it had been teased for so long.

You positioned yourself, guiding the toy back in your cunt, and once it was fully inside you, you took your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth, watching intently at how he reacted. Noah pressed his lips together, muffling a moan.

You kept sucking him, bouncing on the toy, using a hand to stimulate the rest of his shaft, and the other on his thigh to steady yourself. Thank god for microphones that filtered the unwanted noise, because even you were being quiet, there were still some sounds you couldn’t avoid producing, like the wet sound of your mouth over him, or the faint slaps every time you snapped your hips.

He abruptly closed the stream when he was about to cum. One of his hands flew to your head, keeping you in place while he came down your throat with a loud moan he was unable to suppress.

“Happy now?” he asked, still panting.

“Not yet. This was only a sneak peek”, you said, smiling. “I also bought a harness”, you informed him.

“What?” he said, confused.

“For Noah II. You always say you wished you had another cock to fuck my ass at the same time. Now you have it”, you explained.

He reopened the stream, acting like his Internet connection failed. He apologized to his friends, but said he was tired and was going to leave it there for the day.

He took your hand, helping you up and led you to the bedroom, where he proceeded to fuck you nice and hard doggy style, just like you wanted. Having him filling you up like that, in two holes at the same time, was a weird, albeit exciting, new feeling. Not so long after, your orgasm hit you harder than a demolition ball, leaving you exhausted. Noah still thrust a bit more, until he reached the climax too. You collapsed on the bed as soon as he was out of you.

“Okay, Noah II can stay”, he said, his breathing still shallow, his chest still rising rapidly, while lying next to you. “But don’t you ever dare to pull a stunt like that on me again.”

“Don’t ignore me for days at a time, and I won’t feel the need to”, you pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re right. This is pretty much my fault. I am sorry, babe, but I see you now”, he promised you.

“You better see me after what we just did”, you joked. You could almost still feel him inside you, like the ghost of a sensation.

“What about we shower, we clean everything, put on new sheets and go to bed early?” he suggested. “I want us to cuddle for a bit before sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“By the way, you looked so beautiful while I was fucking you, but next time I want to see your face, ok? The dildo goes in your ass, that way I can be on top” he whispered into your ear, once you were under the sheets again and his arm was around your rib cage, hand possessively grabbing one of your boobs.

“Missionary+!” you joked. “Fine by me, you know I love to see your pretty face while you come.”

“Same, babe, same.”

#poppy writes #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian

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the-ace-with-spades · 10 months

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Another unhinged buddie fic idea - amnesia Eddie at his best and dumbest

So Eddie gets hurt, hits his head, is unconscious for like two weeks and when he finally wakes up, he thinks it's 2018, he's almost finishing fire academy and his parents are still saying he should let them take Chris away permanently.

To say he panics is an understatement — his muscles are weak after the lack of stimuli but he still puts a fight with the nurse that's trying to take his blood pressure.

He keeps on asking about where he is and where is Chris, only gets a you're in Cedars Sinai MC in Los Angeles and doesn't take for answer anything that tells him to stay still or to be careful with the IV, until the nurse says, "Your partner is right outside, I'm sure he's arranged something for your son."

He freezes. "My partner? I don't have a partner. Who is taking care of my kid?"

The nurse's face changes and there are suddenly more and more questions about what he remembers last, what year he thinks is, and does he remember his partner's name. He tells her - he fell asleep in his bed, 2018, he doesn't have a partner because he's been separated from his wife for a few years now.

Apparently, the year is 2023, he was on a call with his fire crew and got hurt, his partner is definitely his partner because he's his power of attorney, next of kin, and has been taking care of his kid.

So the nurse leaves to talk to the doctor and his partner who is still outside, with said doctor.

(Eddie doesn't know that but the nurse was either absolutely sure this is what Buck is because there are assumptions and there are legal medical documents or she is sure this is the mythical firefighters' bond and they're just very close work partners - your pick. Either way, Eddie thinks she means romantic life partner.)

Meanwhile, Eddie goes through all stages of grief because his apparent partner he acquired in the past five years is a he and apparently such a sure thing he's in all of Eddie's medical documents.

A guy. What kind of a guy he would have to be for Eddie to choose him as his partner?

Then the nurse comes back with a very tall, very handsome guy built like a brick wall but also making a face that makes him look like an eager but sad golden retriever and—

Oh. That explains some stuff. If just looking at him makes Eddie feel like it, then he can't even phantom what being with him feels like.

The guy stops mid-room, not going for a hug like Eddie expected him to. "Heard you don't remember me."

And he sounds so sad that Eddie reaches his hand out and the guy — his partner — is instantly at his side, gripping his hand, and Eddie doesn't let him go until he gets the point and pulls a chair closer and sits with him.

"I don't. So a name would be nice."

"Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck."

And like, Eddie's never been big for pet names but even in this short moment Buck seems so bright he wants to call him mi sol. "I call you Buck?"

Buck chuckles. "Yeah, you call me Buck. Unless you're really serious, then you call me, you call me Evan."

"Evan," he tests out. "Sounds like you're in trouble."

And Buck smiles at him so softly Eddie is melting in that bed, warmth hitting him where he's still holding Buck's hand hostage and traveling up. "Not to me."

Bobby, who is apparently their captain — even though Eddie has a feeling like he's talking to his in-laws again the whole time he is there — brings Chris to the hospital and he's so big, already eleven, and so sassy with Eddie.

He's also very, very familiar with Buck, which calms him down - he talks about the funny sandwich cutters Buck's been using the whole time Eddie was in the hospital to cheer him up and tentatively admits how they slept in the same bed the first week because Chris had nightmares.

And even though his dad landed in the hospital — again, apparently? — Chris seems very, well, very well-adjusted to the situation at hand, even if Eddie can see he's being a bit clingy with both Eddie and Buck. Like the adults in his life are doing a good job at shielding him.

Buck is the one who has all the hard conversations with him, about Shanon, about his parents, about his abuela moving to Texas because of a whole pandemic, about the accident he had at work, and what will happen once he leaves the hospital.

It's really reassuring, that it's Buck telling him all that.

If he had any doubts about Buck being a very, very good and very, very close partner, all of it disappears when they go back home from the hospital.

His whole house has signs of Buck living their best lives in there — there are photos, cookbooks, cooking utensils Eddie doesn't even know the names of, Buck's clothes mixed in his wardrobe, cards from Chris for the both of them. It's very clear Buck is not only a big part of their life but also lives with them full-time, too.

He knows where everything in the kitchen is — "I have a system, Eddie" — and he knows where all Eddie's insurance paperwork is, knows the PINs to his phone, his cards and accounts, he knows all about Chris' medical needs. He knows how Eddie likes his coffee, how Chirs likes his toasts, which shaving cream Eddie likes, which toothbrush is Eddie's, which pair of shoes Eddie's only bought because they were on discount and never worn, which of Christopher's notebooks is the one for math.

He doesn't remember the past five years but he can't imagine not having Buck as his partner. Knowing he is there doesn't make him anxious like he thought it would — it makes him calm, settled.

So he's offended when the first night comes and Buck tries to bring spare blankets onto their couch. He wants him in their bed.

He gets that Buck is trying to give him space since Eddie doesn't really remember all the years they've been together, but that's a bit much. They're partners, and pretty solid ones at that, not just a new couple figuring stuff out, they must have slept together a million times.

So Eddie tells him to go off the couch and sleep in bed with him. It takes some convincing but eventually, Buck agrees. They lie down, Buck is being unnecessarily awkward, turning his back on Eddie in the dark. Eddie is not having this — turns towards him and spoons him, holding him in his arms. He's pretty sure Eddie getting hurt and forgetting five years is stressful on Buck, too, even if he doesn't show it. He deserves the comfort of his partner, even if said partner doesn't remember all of their life together.

It happens again the night after, and the night after that, until Buck stops tensing up whenever Eddie wraps his arms around him.

Because Eddie was unconscious for so long, he still needs PT, and Buck somehow manages to arrange that Eddie's and Chris' PT is at the same time and Buck oscillates between staying with either of them for the duration. There's one time when the receptionist at the therapy center asks him why he comes in so often when he looks fine — she's flirting with him, Eddie knows, which makes him glare at her, and Buck just tells her, "I'm just the chauffer for my boys." And Eddie calms down.

They assessed him at the hospital and he's supposed to have someone's handheld assistance or use a stick or a frame when he walks, until the PT gets his legs to the state from before. Using either the stick or the frame makes him feel like an old man, and the feeling doubles when Buck, the hunk of a man that he is, is nearby, so he refuses to use it when Buck is around. Which ends with Buck helping him around by placing an arm around his back and holding his hand with the other whenever Eddie needs to move.

Which is an absolutely amazing feeling because Buck is both the gentlest of giants, always knowing when Eddie needs reassurance and so freaking fit and big, Eddie can just rest against his chest whenever he feels wobbly or needs comfort from the embarrassment. It's a very contrasting feeling because it makes Eddie want to be held and pecked all over his face and thrown into the wall to make out.

Eddie's physical fitness improves and he misses Buck's touch the second his therapist says he can start moving without assistance.

That's the only problem Eddie has — Buck refuses to touch him. Again, he knows it's a bit weird with Eddie not remembering. At first, he thought it was just Buck giving him the lead on how much he wants them to do but then Buck keeps on ducking out any time Eddie initiates something.

He goes in for a kiss when Buck is drinking coffee and he dodges, standing up before Eddie can try again. Eddie gives Chris a kiss goodbye and goes to give Buck one, where he's standing next to their kid, and Buck skips out the door, telling him he's going to start the AC in the car. He tries to curl up against his side on the couch and Buck gets up with an excuse of making popcorn or tea or anything else possible. When Eddie slips into the shower while Buck is brushing his teeth, he leaves the bathroom with the toothbrush still in hand. Buck pretends to be asleep when he kisses his neck and swats Eddie's hands off when he moves them under his t-shirt when they're spooning, always calls out Eddie in the dark, like he isn't sure Eddie is comprehending what he's doing.

(Buck is pretty sure Eddie is trying to kill him — just make him have a heart attack or something — even if not deliberately. He isn't suspecting a thing about Eddie's partners assumption.)

It's like Eddie has a partner that loves him but without the bits that are funny. Like, he thought life-affirming sex is a thing and he is cleared for physical activity now and still out of work and going stir-crazy.

He doesn't get it and he can't talk about this with Buck because it almost feels like Buck is rejecting him, every time he ducks away from Eddie's affection or doesn't reciprocate it.

"Buck is—He loves me, right? He hasn't stopped after the accident, he's—He finds me attractive, he wants me, right?"

(Hen, sweet Hen, thinks he figured out Buck is in love with him now that he has a bit of an outsider perspective, and mutters, "Oh boy," cursing in her head because it's too early for this conversation. She isn't even suspecting Eddie heard partners once and ran wild with it.)

"I don't see where you're going with this," Hen says diplomatically.

"It's just, he's not doing anything about it," he explains. "It feels like he's barely touching me."

Hen is freaking out because of all times, Eddie had to realize now—"Do you... want him to touch you?"

"Have you seen him?" Eddie asks and then frowns. "Oh, right, playing for a different team."

"You just had a brain injury," she points out, hoping Eddie will find his brain somewhere, actually, and think.

"It's been almost two months, the doctors say I'm fine, memories aside," he says stubbornly.

"Eddie, I don't think Buck is going to make any first moves when you don't remember the past five years you guys—" She needs to change the track because she's saying too much. "Why don't you just talk to him about it?"

"And say what? Please bend me over our kitchen table? Please shower with me? Please give me kisses goodbye? Please hold me at night?"

"You probably should start with something more...tame," Hen suggests.

He's tried tame — he's tried initiating kisses and hugs and Buck doesn't respond. It's like he is afraid to touch him and Eddie isn't made of glass.

He needs to do something drastic.

So at night, he waits for Buck to come to bed, lights dimmed, and when Buck pulls the covers away to slide into bed with him, Eddie is naked — he can't be more blunt, if this flies over Buck's head, he'll be worried.

"Oh my god," Buck keeps on repeating, not looking at Eddie, blindly trying to put the covers over Eddie.

"Oh, come on, I can't be more obvious," he complains. "Why can't you just touch me, Evan?"

He's taking deep breaths, not looking at Eddie at all and this is the opposite of what he aimed for. "You don't want me, Eddie, you don't even know me."

"I definitely want you," he protests, irritated. He knows what he wants, it's Buck who's been missing the signals right and left. "And I know you, you're my partner, my Buck—I know you want this, too."

It's the truth — when he thinks Eddie can't notice, he looks at him like Eddie is everything he could ask for. He wants him to look at him like that now, too. He knows Buck, even if memories aren't there.

"We're not doing anything until you get your memories back and you actually know who I am."

"What if I never get my memories back?"

Buck doesn't reply and for a second Eddie think he got him, but then Buck stands up from the bed and says, "I think I should move out."

"What?" Eddie protests because that's definitely not what he was aiming for. Buck's place is with them, even if things in their relationship are a bit dry or stilled. "And where exactly would you go?"

"I do actually have my own place, you know?"

And how Eddie was supposed to know? He lives with them. He should not have a back-up place to go.

"I think I'm sending you mixed signals and you obviously don't remember enough to interpret them with clarity in your head," he tells Eddie and leaves.

He actually leaves the house, too, no matter how much he's asking to just sit down and listen to him. He spends the night trashing from side to side, expecting Buck to be back any moment but never getting him back.

(Meanwhile, Buck doesn't go to the loft because everything is dusty in there since he's moved into Eddie's place when he had to take care of Chris when he was still unconscious. Instead, he goes to Maddie's and complains to her over a glass of wine, aiming to stay on her couch overnight. "You didn't see him, Maddie, he was just lying there like a starfish, completely naked, going all, now you can touch me all you want—" and Chim wakes up Jee with how hard he drops the pans he was pretending to clean while eavesdropping.)

Buck comes back in the morning to take Chris to school — he doesn't offer Eddie to take him together and they don't talk at all.

Eddie needs to talk to someone about this because he might have somehow ruined the relationship with the man he's pretty sure he'd like to marry one day. By wanting him to touch him, of all things. But everyone is at work.

Pepa is retired, though. The problem is, Eddie isn't about to tell her Buck had threatened to move out because Eddie wanted him to fuck him.

So he asks the more appropriate question, "Why are we not married yet, actually?"

Maybe if they were married, Buck wouldn't have some secret place to escape. Maybe he'd feel like he can touch Eddie because Eddie is his on paper, too.

Pepa gives him a look that says he's crazy. "Who?"

"Buck and I, obviously." Forget crazy, Pepa stares at him like he's insane. "What? Does Buck—not want to get married? Did I say anything about this to you?"

"Mijo," she says, sounding like it pains her to do so. "You and Buck are not—you're not together, Eddie."

Eddie laughs because that's—that's not possible, they're partners, Buck's been taking care of him and Chris since Eddie woke up, and long, long before that even if Eddie doesn't remember it. He's Eddie's power of attorney and next of kin and he's in Eddie's will, he's all but a step away from adopting Chris, knows all of Chris' and Eddie's medical history, their allergies, their likes and dislikes. He's Eddie's partner.

Pepa is not laughing, just looking at him with that pitying expression on her face,

"But—he loves me, he loves Chris, he loves us," he says dumbly.

"Believe me, I know, we all know," she says. "We've tried stirring you in the right way but you're very stubborn, mijo."

#im sorry this probably doesnt make sense #i don't know how this ends #either eddie decides he wants to be partners anyway memories be damned (and then gets his memories back months later)#or he remembers when buck actually moves out and they get together #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 abc #buck my beloved (deregatory)#also as a healthcare professional i feel obligated to tell you this is not how amnesia works #fic ideas #op #charlie writes

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Hey melody, can I give a request for a reader who's also a gamer and accidentally ignores or forget about the boys for a bit. Can it have a little angst from the boys because they want her attention. Alot of fluff though please. If you can not that's totally OK, I understand <33

Hi babes, thanks for being patient with this one. I felt like this one would work best as a headcanon for each one so I set it up that way. I’m glad you asked me for this one, I’m a gamer too!

SFW, fluffiness, angst, talks about hyperfixation, reader is a little cold to the boys at times.

Word Count: 948

The latest game just dropped. The one you’ve been going on about for ages, and you’re posted up in the living room. You’ve got your favorite snacks, your favorite drinks, and you even managed to somehow get some time off of work and you planned to spend it right there, controller in hand. Nothing else mattered.

Marc

Marc, at first is intrigued by the game, he’s probably going to watch and ask questions.

He asks things like: “What’s that one's name?” And “Why does her hair look like that?”

At some point on the first day, Marc walks away and you don’t even notice. He murmured something, asking if you were going to eat anything other than chips to which you mumble incoherently and continue playing your game.

It’s 2am, Marc is waking up and you’re not in bed. He goes to the living room where you are still staring at the screen, dark circles surrounding your eyes. He wonders if you’ve even blinked.

Oh thank goodness, he thinks when you finally do blink.

“Come on baby, let’s go to bed.”

You don’t go to bed.

Marc would never admit that he was jealous of a video game, but he certainly starts showing it.

Little things start happening like your controller mysteriously going missing or Marc conveniently planning things to do with you that keep your attention off of your game.

It doesn’t matter though, the second you get back home, you’re playing it, and your attention is off of him again.

It starts with his arms wrapped around your torso and chin on your shoulder. You wriggle a little to try and nudge him off.

“Marc, babe if you don’t get off me I’m going to die and if I die I’ll-“

You died.

“Oh damn, sorry baby that really sucks.”

If looks could kill, Marc was dead.

You and Marc find a happy medium. Sometimes you’re sitting with either your back against his chest, on the couch so he could get SOME sort of physical affection - OR - He’s laying with his head in your lap while you click away on your controller.

He’s really happy when you either finish or get bored of the game you’re playing.

Steven

Steven loves when you both have hobbies that you like. He likes parallel play for sure.

As someone with a lot of his own hobbies, he likes that he can read a book or do some research on an interest he acquired without interruption.

That is until you jump him every time you yell after you’ve died.

At one point he slams his glasses on the table in frustration because he can’t focus on what he’s reading.

He stands in front of the screen and just furrows his brow at you. You try looking around him but you can’t see anything. You’re pissed.

“Steven, fucking move.” You say in frustration.

“No, I’m not movin’ until you look at me. We need to chat.”

In a huff you drop the controller on the floor, “what?”

“Darling, you know I don’t mind if you have your hobbies, but if you’re going to start being so noisy, you’re gonna have to stop.”

The argument ends with Steven upstairs in the office having a pair of headphones in so he doesn’t have to hear you shouting at the television.

Steven, being the touch-starved man he is, has a hard time falling asleep without you there.

The first few nights he’s okay, but after a week of you crawling into bed at 5am after an all night gaming binge, he can’t take it anymore. He starts begging you to come to bed a little earlier.

You try, but it’s difficult.

Steven will start playing the game with you and at first you’re excited, until you see how terrible he is at it.

You settle for playing the game less just so you he doesn’t feel obligated to play with you.

(And yes reader apologizes, I know I made reader a little mean in this one but if you’ve ever hyperfixated on something then YOU KNOW)

Jake

Jake loves that you have something to do that you like. The look on your face when you’re doing something that brings you such joy has no comparison. It’s when you give him an attitude that he has an issue.

The first time it happens he brushes it off, thinking it’s just “new game” excitement.

After a week of you being emotionally distant and a little cold toward him, he’s had enough and he doesn’t blink at the idea of unplugging your console.

Red…you only see red.

“Jake Lockley what the fuck did you just do?”

“Bebita, you spend too much time playing this game, and not enough time with me.”

“Jake I’m allowed to have hobbies, if couples spend all their time together then they get sick of each other. It’s a fact.” You tried to walk behind him to plug the system back in but he stopped you easily.

“I understand hermosa, the problem is that I never see you these days.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, I am just really into this game and it’s all I want to do. I can’t help it,” you were trying to explain hyperfixation in a way he could understand. “It doesn’t mean I care about you any less I promise.”

Jake cupped your cheeks, “ok, tell you what, I’m going to come up with my own little game, and if you can play by my rules…then I’ll let you play your game.”

Jake’s little game does, in fact, have you tied up in the bedroom begging for release while he teases you relentlessly.

Jake wins the game.

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 1 year

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#𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

🎀 asked ↺ HPLY SHIT FLAMEBRINGER HAS ME DOWN BAD. HIS VOICE. THE EDGE MIXED WITH A LOVE FOR FLOWERS... NEW SARKAZ BOY ACQUIRED /VPOS. i feel like he's either the sweetest lover or wants to take you from behind and fuck you into oblivion. there is no in-between.

cw. sub!reader, mean!flamebringer, rough sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), big cock, overstimulation, dacryphilia, possessive behaviors, size kink, strength kink, hickies, blood kink, mating press, full nelson, doggy style & sex marathons. MINORS DNI!!

art credit. (please go check 'em out, art is super good!! they do have nsfw art so minors beware!!)

he's the type of boyfriend who would use you as his personal armrest, but if someone else tries it, he swings at them then acts like he didn't just try to start a fight. honestly the man is so unpredictable but i'm pretty sure he'd be less of a menace to you at the very least, letting you fall asleep on his admittedly comfy chest without voicing a complaint once. and good luck trying to pry him off of you when he's fallen asleep on you, bc that man has an absolute death grip and he's not gonna let go anytime soon.

flamebringer can and will fuck you into oblivion, his calloused hands tightly gripping your waist as he slams himself against your backside over and over. his cock spreads you open far wider than what could be considered normal, reaching so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. each brutish thrust pricks at nerves that have you sobbing and babbling stupidly, erasing any figments of thoughts or cares. there's nothing to ground you, nothing to think of but the way flamebringer fucks you into the mattress until he finally cums, painting your insides white with thick creamy globs. but just once isn't enough to satisfy him — the sarkaz needs the entirety of rhodes island to know who's fucking you this good. he won't stop until his stamina has run out and he's emptied his heavy balls into you, even if you're beyond exhausted by that point.

the hickies and deep bites he leaves behind are the type that stand out like a sore thumb and take weeks to heal up entirely. all the makeup in the world can't hide the indents of his teeth against your collarbone, or the love bites decorating the sides of your neck. and that doesn't even begin to account for the mess he made on the rest of your body. his bites tear deep enough to draw blood, the pain triggering fat tears to stain your cheeks, and he watches with a primal sort of hunger when he watches you sob like that. it's gotten to the point where you've begun to become terribly aroused by the searing pain, your mind so fogged that you can only focus on the painful pleasure that flamebringer delivers. and all of it is done with a purpose, since he's got such a nasty possessive streak on him, smug arrogance filling his chest when he watches you make a feeble, and admittedly pathetically adorable, attempt at walking after he'd just finished blowing out your backside.

flamebringer's strength is the source of his fiery pride, especially since he can use it to his advantage when he wants to fuck you senseless. he can, without a doubt, fuck you in full nelson, arms hooked under your plush thighs, his self-control cracking with each warbled moan escaping your lips. mating press has to be his absolute favorite, however, since he can watch each cute expression you make and be able to crush you beneath him, snuffing out any hopes you have of attempting to crawl away from him. the position allows him to reach even deeper, his fat cock brushing against sensitive nerves that leave you jolting and desperately clinging onto him. he just finds it so cute that you're chanting his name — stupidly babbling it like it's the only thing you can even remember. and of course, each time he cums, each load will stay safely nestled deep inside your oversensitive hole. at least, until he pulls out, your gaping walls unable to keep his seed from dripping out.

keep being this cute and pliant for him and he really may never want to ever let you go. it's only a matter of time before he can truly claim you as his♡

#lati thirsts #🎀 anon #arknights x reader #arknights smut #flamebringer #flamebringer x reader #flamebringer smut

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lilac-ravenclaw · 2 months

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Hello! With finishing Hogwarts Legacy recently, I wanted to draw my mc, Raven Fawlty. Used Procreate to draw her, and I'm super happy with how she turned out. ✨🌙

If anyone is interested, I created a playlist on Spotify. Music that reminds me of my MC and her personality, things she's going through, or her relationship with Sebastian. I'll continue to add songs as time goes on. Hope you enjoy!

⇩ Find more of my art here ⇩

General Info

Name: Raven Fawlty - { reason for her name for me } “Ravens” often represents ancient wisdom, transformation and intelligence. The name “Raven” means “dark haired or wise”. “Fawlty”… honestly this was a gimmick at first. As I love the show, Fawlty Towers with John Cleese. Ran in the 70s, with only a handful of episodes, but it was hilarious and it was the first name I could think of when creating my character.

Birthday: January 29, 1874 { The Raven was published in 1845 }

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Sex/Gender: Female { she/her }

Ethnicity: Latina and English

House: Ravenclaw

Wand:

Stalk: Dark Brown

Wood type: Willow

Core type: Unicorn Hair

Flexibility: Reasonably Supply

Wand Length: 12”

Handle: Checkerboard - Blue

Patronus: Black Bear

The Black Bear is known for their adaptability and resourcefulness. Others will see her as a fierce opponent who will protect herself and those close to her. Only those close to her will know of that softer side she usually keeps hidden away.

Physical Appearance

Eye color: Violet

Skin color: Tan/light brown, with olive undertones.

Hair: Long length and black, usually worn in a braid.

Height: 5’1” (155cm)

Weight: 110lbs (49kg)

Body type: Hourglass and petite

Birthmarks: small mole on the face, left cheek

Fashion style: Loves wearing a comfortable trouser, but will still wear a button up blouse and a skirt. Doesn’t care for the traditional school robe, but favors a nice blazer/jacket when needed.

Accessories: Pierced ears for small earrings, (wears a pair of snake gold snake earrings Sebastian gave to her as a birthday gift).

History

Place of birth: Somewhere in the UK

Childhood: Grew up in orphanage in London. Doesn’t know who her parents are, or her real name. She has a love for literature and took the name “Raven” after Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, The Raven. The orphanage she resided in was very strict and had a harsh living environment. The caretaker was mean to the children, much like a Miss Hannigan from the show Annie. So much so, that is how Raven acquired her last name “Fawlty”. A homonym for “faulty”, meaning of faults, inadequate, or wrong. (Which is also why the show, Fawlty Towers, got its name too.) Unknowingly to be a future Ravenclaw, took the insult of a name as a challenge to succeed and learn all she could and be the best version of herself.

Family history: Her father originally from South America and went to Castelobruxo, a wizarding school in Brazil. Being from the heart of the Amazon rain forest, he had a profound love for magical creatures. Which is where Raven gets her love for magical creatures as well. He had traveled all over the world and eventually made his way to Europe where he met Raven’s mother, was also traveling abroad as well. She had also attending Hogwarts in her youth, being a former Ravenclaw too. She loved astronomy, and music literature (her mother, Raven's grandmother, was a music instructor). It is unknown what happened to her parents in their untimely death, and how Raven ended up at the orphanage. **Keep in mind, Raven herself doesn’t know this. I just wanted to write this down to know where she gets her personality and interests come from ☺️**

Notable events/milestones: Raven always knew somehow.. she was different. Though, according to the wizarding world’s standards, it took a little longer for her powers to emerge. Even small things would happen here and there, without her realizing what had happen and that she was the cause of such strange occurrences. Until one day when the orphan keeper (the person who runs the orphanage) was “disciplining” one of the children and Raven stepped in to protect them and that enough was enough. She had forced a large shelf to fall over onto the orphan keeper… it was as if what she was thinking became a reality. Afraid of what would happen, Raven ran away, seeking shelter where she could. As Professor Fig was assigned the task of giving Raven her letter and bringing her to Hogwarts, it still took no time at all for Professor Fig to find Raven even though she was missing from the orphanage. She was hesitant at first but overall wasn’t scared at all, and actually was relieved to know there were others like her. A whole world like her just waiting to be apart of and that was the happiest day in her life.

Other notes: She had studied with Professor Fig for the duration of the summer before starting at Hogwarts. Having only gained her powers after the school year had finished. He had become the first father figure to Raven.

Psychological Traits

Personality type: INFP (Mediator) is a personality type with the introverted, intuitive, feeling and prospecting traits. These rare personality types tend to be quiet, open-minded, and imaginative, and they apply a caring and creative approach to everything they do.

Personality traits: intelligent, witty, adventurous, warm, courageous, emotionally intuitive, and quick-thinker.

Introvert/Extrovert: Sometimes both. Loves to be around her close friends, but doesn’t mind spending time alone reading a good book or flying on her broom.

Hobbies: Star-gazing, tending to the magical beasts in the Vivarium, reading, and singing.

Loves: Flying on her broom and singing in the choir.

Morals/Virtues: Values being compassionate and always being there for her friends/loved ones at a moment’s notice. Tries to do right by them and stand by their side when times are tough. She knows what it feels like to be alone in certain situations and doesn’t want her friends to go through the same thing.

Phobias/Fears: Being trapped in a “cage” and being forgotten.

Relationships

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow… From the very beginning she felt like there was some sort of connection, but was a bit too oblivious to see it at first. He’s very charming and almost flirtatious with other girls, so figured she wasn’t any different. Sometimes she will catch him sneaking a glance in her direction during class, while studying in the Library or at mealtimes in the Great Hall. It was so easy to stand by him and help him find a cure for his sister without even a second thought. It may have been foolish, but Raven knows what it’s like to have no support when at your lowest. To feel like all hope is lost. She can understand losing your parents at a young age.

Parents: Deceased, Names Unknown

Grandparents: Unknown, Names Unknown

Best friends: Poppy Sweeting and Natsai Onai

Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, Amit Thakker, and Imelda Reyes

Rivals: Leander Prewett, not in a bad way. It's mostly a friendly competition when playing Summoner's Court.

Enemies: Peeves the Poltergeist, damn him for catching them in the Library!

Clubs: Crossed Wands, Summoner’s Court, and Hogwart's Glee Club ( was super hesitant in trying out for the school's choir, but her best friends Poppy and Natsai gave her the confidence she needed to try out).

If you’ve made it this far then thank you so much for reading. Hope you enjoyed learning about my MC✨💙

#hogwarts legacy #portkey games #hogwarts legacy mc #ravenclaw #ancient magic #hogwarts legacy fanart #procreate #digital drawing #ipad pro #character design #character sheet #character art #artists on tumblr #illustration

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nebulablakemurphy · 8 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 13)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

Part 12

Summer passes, Rosanna and Draco spend a fair bit of it building a defense strategy.

Scorpius, for his part, pretends he is none the wiser. That things will right themselves and the truth will set them free. But he knows better, this is bad. Debatably the worst it’s ever been.

“If you ask me, the most mishandled aspect of the wizarding war, will always be Rosanna McVay’s tragic entanglement to the Malfoy family.” The reporter’s voice booms over the radio.

Of all the things Scorpius considers his mother to be, tragically entangled is not one of them.

“Oi, give it a rest.” The cohost retorts.

“That girl was bred like cattle, she lost her entire life to that family. She fell in love with a monster and Draco Malfoy fell in love with the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He enjoys her the way a child does a toy.”

And of all the things Scorpius considers his father to be, a monster is not one of them. If these people ever met his parents, this entire debate would be null and void.

“And that is where we disagree. Draco Malfoy sold his soul to the devil, to save Rosanna McVay; and it’s people like you that’ve forced the reopening of this case, after over twenty years!”

“Pish, posh, the trial was rushed and we all know it. The imperious charm is listed as an unforgivable curse for a reason. The minister for magic, at present, recognizes that in a way that Kingsley Shacklebolt failed to.”

“Hermione Granger-Weasley would not open this can of worms of her own accord, but given the recent outcry, her hands are tied.”

This Scorpius knows to be true, Hermione is family, Hermione would never.

“Scorpius.” Another voice calls, not from the radio. This time addressing him directly.

“Mum, I was just-” bollocks, he’s been caught.

Rosanna smiles, kindly. “Finish getting ready for the train, it’s almost time to go.”

“Why are we leaving so early?” The train back to school doesn’t leave for hours.

“We’re driving down this year.”

“Driving?” They’ve always taken the floo.

“Photographers from the paper expect us to come through the floo network. This way will be better, less hectic.” Rosanna explains. “Plus, we have a chance for car karaoke.”

“Right,” Scorpius chokes out. Waiting until the door closes behind his mother to begin packing.

Rosanna’s cat, Lovey, sneaks out from beneath the bed. Perhaps she is now keeping watch, that or she is hiding from Draco. His father and his mother’s cat have always had a rather tumultuous relationship.

Eventually Scorpius trudges downstairs with his trunk and owl in tow. Her namesake is driven largely by the fact that she didn’t like to be kept in her cage, for any amount of time. She’d squawk terribly before she was trained.

“Oh, Lottie.” His father sighs.

“Lottie?” Scorpius repeats. He hasn’t given her a name yet.

Draco nods, “a fitting nickname, it means ‘free man.’ Some creatures are not meant to be tamed, they are wild at heart and long to remain free.” He unclasps the cage door, allowing the owl to climb onto his outstretched arm. “But, if we are lucky, they may choose to remain faithfully by our sides.”

“Lottie.” Scorpius finally settles upon a name.

He never took into account where his father might have acquired such extensive knowledge of caged animals. He never considered that this ideology may stem from interactions with a person instead.

Everyone is down on the first floor, waiting for Scorpius. The door left open as Rosanna loads Vega and Polaris’ trunks into the car, using her pointer finger. She rarely uses a wand for things around the house.

Corina must be having a morning. Her little fists are clenched around chunks of their father’s hair. Cheeks splotchy from crying as Draco bounces from side to side.

“Will she live?” Polaris jests, passing a hand over her youngest sister’s hair.

Draco half laughs, “I’m sure she’ll pull through somehow.”

“It’s hard being little, Coco.” Vega tells the little girl. “But soon you’ll be big, and wish you were little again.”

Corina doesn’t understand, resting her head against Draco’s chest. Clearly exhausted from her efforts.

“Scorpius, let your mother know your things are ready.” Draco jerks his chin toward the driveway.

Scorpius nods, heading out the open door.

Their muggle car has three rows of seats, a silver colored sports utility vehicle that sits in the garage, mostly for show.

“Mum, my trunk is ready.”

“Oh, good.” Rosanna pops her head out from the trunk. Her magic envelopes his school trunk, moving it into place with the twin’s.

Polaris’ frog, Persephone, croaks in protest.

“Are you keeping Lottie with you?”

“Oh, yes.” Scorpius forces a smile.

“You ok?” Rosanna closes the hatchback. Moving closer to ruffle his hair.

“I’m alright if you are.” He leans heavily against the trunk.

“I am.” His mother assures him.

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They approach the train station in due time, Draco begins pulling into a parking spot while his wife carries on about being too close to the car on her side.

“Baby,” she squeals, slapping at him blindly as the front of their car narrowly avoids the driver’s side door of the other car.

“Rosanna,” Draco all but growls, “close your eyes next time if it is too much for you. I know how to drive.”

Scorpius stops listening after that, their bickering is no more than white noise. It is not uncommon for them to row. They’re both opinionated and passionate in what they believe. But something about this is different, they seem worn down. As if everything has finally begun to eat away at them.

Corina kicks her little legs in her carseat, facing the rear of the car. Easily entertained by the butterflies Draco has charmed to circle near her head.

After a moment she stares up at her brother with wide brown eyes. Holding out the enchanted butterfly, trapped in her fist.

“For me?” Scorpius smiles over at her.

“Uh huh.” Corina smiles, releasing the butterfly. It circles Scorpius briefly, before landing on his nose. He’ll go cross eyed staring at it too long.

“Thank you.”

Their father swings open the door and the butterflies disappear. Draco unbuckles his daughter and promptly hands her off to Rosanna. They can’t use magic here, not until reaching platform 9 3/4, so Draco unloads the trunks onto a trolley.

Making their way through the train station quickly, they cross the threshold into the wizarding world. Scorpius reminds himself of the instructions he’s been given. Keep up with his family, don’t answer any questions, ignore any photographers. But they never discussed what to do in the event that they are separated. Which is exactly what happens.

Scorpius stands alone, swarmed by reporters, shouting at him. Snapping picture after picture.

“What are your thoughts about your father?”

“Are the wards around the Malfoy estate truly to keep intruders out? Or to keep you in?”

“Is it true that-”

“Scorpius!” That voice, his mother’s voice.

“Mum?” He can’t see her, but he hears her.

“Scorpius!” His father now. Of course they would come for him, they always do.

“Scorpius.” A cloud of smoke erupts between himself and the crowd, someone grabs his hand and drags him out of the chaos.

Once the fog clears enough for his eyes to adjust, Scorpius realizes that he is now in the corner, on the opposite side of the platform. Someone is there with him. “Delphi?”

“Scorpius, I’m sorry to bother you with this, but we don’t have much time.” The woman says, breathlessly. Fishing for something in her coat pocket.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure how much your parents have told you about what’s happening at the ministry…but in reference to your father’s case, things aren’t looking good.”

“I know,” Scorpius rakes a hand through his hair.

Draco is facing months, if not years, in Azkaban.

“There is something,” Delphi whispers, “something you could do.”

“Anything,” Scorpius nods, eagerly.

“You could use this.” A time turner, pulled from her coat.

“That’s illegal.”

“Of course.” Delphi drops it back to her side. “Forgive me for suggesting it.”

“It’s alright but I-“ Scorpius stammers, “I don’t see how that would help.”

“If you go back and change things, stop your father from using the imperius curse and prove that the outcome of the war would be different. Then put things back, exactly as they were. You’d return with the memories from the other timelines, put them in a pensieve, they’re admissible in court. Prove your father’s sacrifice was necessary, make him a hero.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Wish I could,” Delphi grimaces, “but the ministry has all employees on strict lockdown until the source of this breech has been identified.”

“Oh.” Scorpius lowers his gaze.

“I’m risking a lot even being here, but your mother is very dear to me. I’d hate to see her lose everything.”

Scorpius nods, taking the cool, metal, time turner in hand. “How will I know where to go?”

Delphi shoots him a grin, “all you need to do is turn it.”

Another puff of smoke, and she is gone.

Scorpius tucks the time turner away safely, in his own pocket. Rushing back to his parents, who are still frantically calling his name.

“Here,” Scorpius waves, “I’m here.”

Rosanna is beside herself, stroking his hair, checking him over thoroughly. “Are you ok, Scorpius?”

No. “Yes, I’m alright.” He hugs her to him. Scorpius loves his mother dearly, the sight of her so upset over him breaks his heart.

Draco tosses the arm not holding Corina around both of them, kissing his son’s hair. “Don’t worry, we will be pressing charges. I won’t have these imbeciles harassing you again.”

Scorpius realizes that his momentary absence scared them, it well and truly terrified them.

The train whistle blows, time to board.

“I love you,” Scorpius says, squeezing his parents a bit tighter. “I love you both.”

“Oh, Scorpius, we love you too.”

“We love you so much.”

And that is why he has to do this.

Part 14

#through love and by love #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy imagine #draco x oc #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x oc #hermione granger #Ron weasley #harry potter au #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfic

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water-to-drink · 1 year

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I Can Smile When I Ain’t Got No Money pt2

Pairing: Pantalone x reader

(A/n): The people have spoken and being the generous person I am I decided to fed you all good.

It truly baffles him that you refuse the gifts he suggests on buying for you, to be honest most of your habits baffle him

Mainly your propensity for keeping things until they can’t be used anymore, it takes him back to a time he would like to forget

The time where he would dream about acquiring a large sum of wealth so he would never be the starving child he once was

He would subtly ask why you have such mannerisms

Your answer that large quantities of money would bring too many problems and you preferred to live a carefree life brought a new perspective to his outlook on life

That don’t mean he doesn’t try to gift you expensive gifts which you refuse

If you make an off hand comment about using the money he was planning on spending on you towards something you think deserves it more, he will take it to heart

Don’t be surprised to see new a school, a hospital, or a retirement home with your name

You win some, you lose some

Since he’s a fatui harbinger he often dwells in dealings that would put you in danger if you knew anything about it so his office is off limits most of the time

But that doesn’t stop you from spending time with him (as if anything will)

The two of you spend most of Pantalone’s free time outside. The Snezhnayan climate gives you the most romantic background

Going on a carriage ride or walking through the forest admiring the way the snow blankets the trees

But those aren’t the only things you two do, building snowmen, sledding down a hill, or making colored snow with water that’s been dyed with food coloring (idk if they have that in Tevyat, but we rolling with that)

Though he’s not one for playing in the snow, he does love to watch you play in the snow. The youthful and carefree smile on your face makes him reconsider if he truly wants to just watch from the sidelines

“Pant! Look I made you in the snow!” You smiled as you pointed down at the art you made with the colorful water

“Beautiful work dearest and the hearts are a nice touch, but you missed one key detail.” Pantalone mused as he kneeled lower to get easier access to your drawing

“And what is that?”

Pantalone picked up a dropper from the bowl of dyed water and began to draw another figure next to your drawing. After the harbinger was finished you realized what it was meant to be

“You were missing yourself, my dear.”

#genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #pantalone x reader #genshin fluff #pantalone fluff

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dindadjarin · 2 years

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A Chance Encounter – 3

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: none

an: ok it’s here! this encounter isn’t as long as the ones before but you’ll see why. sorry for taking so long, i haven’t been feeling well and my stress wouldn’t let me concentrate but today was better and i had the time to finish this. I hope you like it! reblogs and feedback and very appreciated! 💖

masterlist – part two

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Insistent beeping comes from your utility belt, where your holo-comm notifies you of an incoming transmission. You frown, pausing just outside the threshold of your Harold’s shop in Lothal. All employees and Harold himself were summoned by the rebellion and asked to go to the star-port and grab a transport. With the news of the rebellion’s victory in Scariff but also of its consequences, none of you hesitated to pack your things. Your heart feels heavy, just as every step you take. Do we deserve it? You keep wondering. Do we deserve their sacrifice? You really hope you do.

“Give me a few minutes, I gotta check who this is.” You tell the other 3 mechanics who started to head towards the port, and though they seem reluctant, they nod. You don’t blame them, everyone in the streets keep whispering, and the fear that was already there seemed to triple overnight.

Your duck back into your office, dropping your bag by your desk and pulling out the holo-comm from your belt. A second later, you plug it to another device Harold had acquired to prevent transmissions to be traced and feel your mouth drop at the ID code on display. The same heart that felt like it couldn’t feel anything more after today’s news starts to beat faster. It’s for emergencies, he’d said and now you worry he got himself into a mess he can’t get out of. You answer the call hiding behind your desk so no one sees who you’re talking to should they walk in.

It is only a moment later, but if feels like hours to you before the sight of him, seemingly uninjured appears in front of you. It makes you breathless and you shake your head, pushing all those made-up scenarios of him injured out of your head.

The Mandalorian lets out a long and relieved sigh; he sounds tense when he speaks after. “Where are you?”

“In my office, I’m going off-world in a few minutes.” You explain, keeping your voice low to avoid eavesdropping.

“I’m coming to get you.”

“What the hell? No!” Your eyes widen at his sudden words as fear washes over you like a cold wave. “That’s too risky for you, especially now.”

The Mandalorian sighs and leans back on the pilot’s chair of the Razor Crest. He hasn’t changed, though you suppose you won’t be able to tell without seeing his face. But he’s still sighing, he’s still exasperated with you, still… himself. “I heard…”

“Scariff?” You ask, voice small until he nods, and you clear your throat. “That’s why I have to go, many repairs to be made.”

Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your throat tightens, and your lips start to tremble. His holo-projection blurs as your eyes glaze over with tears; tears you can’t seem to control now. It feels like the all the sadness you’ve tried to push through suddenly solidifies around you, leaving you trapped in an unbearable ache you can’t escape from. Sadness comes at you from all angles, paralyzing you on the spot for you to acknowledge it.

“I thought, you were with them.” Mando confesses, his voice going quiet like yours. It brings you out of your own thoughts for a moment until your mind catches up to what he said, and it causes a new wave of pain to go over you and leave you aching.

“No, I– I wasn’t” You mumble, tears finally breaking free and cascading your cheeks; a sob soon follows.

Covering your face with your hands, you begin to cry –shoulders hunched as the weight of your emotions settle on them. Three years without seeing him, and this is how your meeting goes. No joking around, no friendly smiles, only you, crying your eyes out.

Mando calls your name, softly and with a worried edge to his words. “What happened?” He asks.

“Cassian –my friend from Ferrix– and some pilot friends, they– they’re gone.” Your bottom lips trembles as you try to hold back your tears and meet Mando’s eyes. You have to press your lips together and swallow hard to keep yourself from sobbing again. “They died in Scariff.”

A new stream of tears follows, as the memories of receiving the transmission with the news come to mind. “I’m just a mechanic, Mando. I go in when they need help fixing a ship. But my friends, they… sacrificed their life to give us a chance.”

“cyari’ka.”

“And I miss you.” You blur out, wiping at your eyes uselessly. You’re telling him everything already, so you might as well tell him this too. “So much.”

You don’t know what the word he called you means, and you can’t bring yourself to ask him. All you think about right now is him. Him being here with you, especially right now when you feel so… alone. Would he hug you and shield you from the world if you asked?

He nods once and looks away. “Me too.” His voice it quiet but coated in an unconcealed vulnerability that makes you squeeze your eyes shut.

Why did you let your walls down, weakened, for these feelings to barge in and make themselves at home? You wouldn’t be in pain at his memory if you hadn’t. But that’s not fair of you to say, because there’s joy in the memory too; a shining light when everything feels hopeless. The thought of seeing him again gave you something to look forward to when the fight is over, it was the hope you needed. It’s easy to understand what he’s feeling, the way he was tense when you answered the call. He was panicked, worried. The same panic you felt only moments ago, and the hopelessness you feel when you can’t comfort those who’re hurting.

“But I’m here.” He says firmly, his helmet tilting up just slightly. You imagine him pushing his chin out to show certitude and support. It makes a small smile break out of your face.

“I’m here too.” You nod, taking a deep breath and looking back at him; your tears are drying on your cheeks, and though you’re still deeply sad about Scariff, it feels like a load has been lifted from your heart. “You scared me when you called, by the way. I thought it was an emergency.”

The Mandalorian’s helmet tilts to the side, “It was.”

You look away to the side, surprised at the meaning of his words and at a loss for your own. How is it, that this seemingly stoic man can light someone up from withing, lifting their spirits in such a way that you crack another smile. Just for him.

You’re about to speak again when Roy, one of the mechanics outside, calls out your name. “Come on, we have to go!”

Mando sighs at the same time as you. “Go grab that transport, cyari’ka, and… be careful.”

“I will.” You tell him and stand up, bringing the holo-comm with you; you try to sound as reassuring as you can. “Just, please do the same.”

The Mandalorian nods and you hesitate for a second, needing to look at him one last time. Who knows when you’ll see him again, but there are people waiting for you and you need to go. You nod, just like he did and move to turn off the call.

“Wait,” He says before you can disconnect the transmission. “I care… and I’ll be waiting.”

His words are like a punch to the stomach and bring you back to the conversation you had with him during his last visit. I guess I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone who cares waiting for you, it hasn’t crossed my mind in a long time.

You press your lips together and nod; your brain short-circuiting from all the emotions flooding your system.

“Okay.” It’s a whisper, and it means I’ll be careful but you’re sure he knows. “I know you’ll find me.”

He nods one last time and you disconnect the call.

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part 4

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian x gn!reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #din djarin imagine #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fluff

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movedto-mastcrmarksman · 5 months

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[TOUCH] The sender caresses the receiver's back, attempting to entice them back into bed.

Prompts from Post-Cotial, In Bed, or Honey Come Back memes -> Accepting

As the autumn leaves turn to crunches under their feet, their apartment's thermostat has been turned up to keep the home toasty as they wait out for the first of the season's storms. Snowfall already began, and every year like clockwork; clint turns his home into an oven. Blankets gathered over years and years get pulled out from storage; some being a thick woolen knit identify for outdoor use and others softer fleeces acquired more recently.

Each blanket has a distinct smell to them, or at least the ones he's had since he was in his twenties. Even as the mornings begin frost with them, making the hardwood floors unappealing for frozen toes to touch; his training could not go on for hibernation.

Clint knows his worth, his value to New York City, and it's that of being one of its heroes. Finest heroes might he add, along with being the best master marksman in the world. He's been in this business for years, with no retirement plan in sight, and the way he keeps on top of that is getting up in the mornings.

Early mornings, despite the rebellious and somewhat depressive part of his brain wanting to remain curled up in a dark warm hole shut odd from the world, were when he spent the time honing his skills. His two to four hour workout regime that keeps him fit and absolutely to keep up with heroes like Captain Marvel and Thor.

In the last few years, there has been on hindrance to this work out regime which hasn't affected his skill set, but did distrupt his sense of discipline with himself. That hindrance had one name and that was Peter Benjamin Parker, of whom was currently curled tightly into the flannel sheets swapped in for the wintry months.

Clint had been in the process of sitting up, stretching out his arms above his head and spine before he got out of bed (letting his legs savor the warmth) before he was up and going to slip himself out of bed and descend the loft staircase. He had reached a hand to pull the sheets and covers higher over Peter, tucking him in tight.

However, Peter doesn't keep himself tucked in that way. NO, Clint finds that out when two fingers start to walk up the back of his spine, fingers warm against his skin as Peter had slipped his hand underneath the sleep shirt that Clint's been sporting since the cold spell had hit the city.

The archer finds himself stalling, in fact more than stalling, Clint was actively leaning back as Peter's fingers continue to trace up and down his spine. A few moments he just breathes with the lines drawn on his back until he feels Peter start to spell out words on his back.

What's one missed morning? echoes in the back of his mind, it's a phrase he's thought often since Peter B. Parker has wormed his way into his house and bed.

First, S-T-A-Y is spelt along his spine but Peter doesn't stop there and he had already been convinced. It's thr next thing that Peter starts to write out along his spine as well.

I-W-O-R-K-U-O- and Peter doesn't have to finish that as Clint twists around to go kiss Peter's lips, whose peaked his head out of the blankets and he's looking at Clint with a gaze. He supposes that he could tuck himself back under the blankets.

I'll work you out is what he imagines Peter was implying, and the look in the dork, his dork's eyes was warm, inviting, and Clint likes the idea he was suggesting. He speaks only for Peter, with a whisper as he gets under the covers and lays his body over Peter's. His lips finding his lips again, ❝ And I'll keep you warm. ❞ He promises as his lips go for Peter's throat and Peter's hands are tucked back under his shirt.

This may be his preferred way to get sweaty, he'll thinks later after they have removed their clothes and kissed his way down Peter's body, currently working the both of them out.

#I was so EXCITED ABOUT THIS !!#all typed out on my phone and AHHHH the boys #about to have a toasty little morning uwu #little spicy #SPIDEYHAWK -> 616 -> Familiarity is knowing his every line and crack even in the dark #I LOVE THESE BOYS SO MUCH AHHH 💜 💙 ❤️#Odin is maauling me j wasnt finished tagging #anyways BOYS IN THE MORNIGN #crisispider #THREADS -> Crisispider #VERSE -> CRISISPIDER -> Hey look who got an all new lease on life still same old loser Hawkeye entangled in Spiderman's web

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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Part 4 - I Promise I Won't Eat You

Part 3 | Eddie & Bird | Part 5

Eddie told the story of what happened after Dustin left him the last night he saw him. He woke up laying right where he had been attacked. In a panic, he limped back to Wayne’s trailer and grabbed any cloth he could to stop his bleeding. It took him a while but he stacked chairs and tables to climb through the gate to Hawkins. He had slept the night in the trailer before he went out to find Dustin. The crew was impressed but still confused by Eddie’s journey.

“That’s exactly what I thought. See Steve, I was right,” Dustin smiled as he gloated.

“So you don’t have a weird craving for blood or anything right?” Robin looked over to Eddie in the seat behind her.

“I haven’t felt anything like that… yet,” He chuckled “But I am craving some human food,”

“There’s gotta be like a Burger King around here, I’ll keep an eye out for it,” Robin smiled and went back to looking out the window.

“How do we know that you’re not a zombie thing that’s going to try to eat us soon?” Steve interjected.

“Shit, Steve! Will you give the man a break? He almost died,” Dustin yelled.

“You mean he did die and come back? Why are we not talking about this? Why are we just pretending like this is not a weird thing?”

“I don’t know man!” Eddie barked. “All I know is I’m fucking tired, I need a shower, and I wanna eat something-“ He suddenly let a yelp in pain as he grabbed his left side where the bats had taken a few chunks of flesh from him. “Listen dude, I don’t want to fucking fight about this right now. Thank you for driving me to safety and everything, but could you please not start this shit?” Eddie felt like that rant sucked the life out of him. He sat back in his seat silently, trying to find a comfortable position.

Steve raised his eyebrows in shock. He did feel bad for riling up Eddie so much that it hurt him. He was recovering from a couple Demobat bites himself.

“I’m sorry Munson. You’re going through a lot, I get it. I’ll do my best to lay off okay?” Steve said sincerely. Without taking his eyes off the road, he held out his fist to Eddie for a confirmation of his forgiveness.

“Don’t worry about it Harrington, I promise won’t eat you,” Eddie smirked as he touched his knuckles with Steve. Robin puffed up her cheeks to prevent her from laughing.

A few miles more down the road, the crew made an exit to get to a gas station. Steve and Dustin were outside filling up the car's gas tank, while Robin went inside for some hot dogs and first aid supplies for Eddie.

She walked down each aisle with a blank expression. She was starting to regret the decision of bringing everyone to Dove’s place. Her mind played various scenarios of Dove slamming the door in her face or calling the cops on Eddie as soon as she got to the phone. Robin wondered if Dove even cared about seeing her again. Robin had been so selfish, not even offering an ounce of help to Dove, so why would she even deserve her help? Once Robin acquired the stuff she needed, she got back to the car and assisted Eddie with redressing his wounds.

“So I’m uh… gonna be living with your sister… Dawn?” Eddie asked as Robin finished wrapping bandages around him.

“First of all her name is Dove and second, you’re not going to live with her Dingus. You’re just going to hide there until we figure out a plan to help you regain the ability to be in the public eye again,” Robin rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Is she hot?” Eddie asked playfully.

“Ew, do not talk about her like that,” She scrunched her nose in disgust.

“What?” Eddie chuckled. “I just want to know more about her. I’m curious to know who’s my new cellmate,”

“You’ll get plenty of time to get to know her. I promise,” Robin felt relief from the awkward chat when Steve and Dustin returned to the car.

“Everyone ready to go?” Steve asked before starting the car and pulling out of the gas station.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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blysse-and-blunder · 2 years

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in lieu of a moon cake

aug 29 - sept 11, 2022

where have the ilcb posts been the last four weeks, i hear you cry? well genuinely, the end of summer took me and i wandered out of time and thought. did watch the moon rise rich and golden last night, though, so--on balance--we're doing just fine.

reading finished my ancillary justice re-read this morning and i got so much more out of it the second time, newly attuned to the little differences between this and all the other space opera i've been enjoying. also finished obernewtyn (isobel carmodie), one of the growing list of YA sci/fantasy i'm catching up on using libby. spent a lot of last week reading or what you will, jo walton, which i think i will have more to say about when i finish it, and listening to ann leckie's the raven tower as an audiobook on various commutes-- perhaps not the best medium for it, but the reader's absolutely eating the accent work which does liven things up. i also acquired a romance novel from @dimir-charmer which is Certainly Something, not quite up to the level of some of the classics @pandolfo-malatesta would review but which has made me say out loud 'stop using that word, i do not think it means what you think it means!' every time this poor author tries to call someone 'contemporaries.'

listening so i know we all remember (for better or worse) passenger's 'let her go' from 2013 or whenever, but i have very specific tender feelings and memories attached to that whole album. a recent re-listen, followed by a tour through his recent, extensive new discography (like five albums since i last checked, holy shit), has shown me that i'm not even remotely capable of being objective, but i do think? that none of the new stuff has grabbed me? like it all sounds consistent, it all sounds, uh, the same, and the nuances and things i can pick out in the tracks from all the little lights (2012) or hell even whisper (2014) are just...not discernible (is this just a question of production)(possibly). to quote one of the new songs, uh, it leaves me cold? whereas 'feather on clyde' is still revealing and teaching me new things to get teary-eyed about (this time it was the line 'well god knows that i've failed, but he knows that i've tried'), and just...plus the string duet at the opening of 'things that stop you dreaming,' the way it builds up so, so sweetly, the lyrics taking you by surprise by leaving no breaks or breaths until the chorus, playing with pace and rhythm--still not tired of it.

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watching i spent most of last week cycling between 'sandman', 'doulou continent', and 'oath of love', with a brief detour to the mdzs donghua with @hematiterings as per us-- sandman is good, though i haven't finished it. i got to the death episode and did briefly cry actual human tears about the old violinist and the young honeymooners, only to have the rest of the episode with its chronological humor (reminding me of ep 3 of 'good omens', what with the 'let's put our cast in several different centuries and enjoy what that does to their hair', thank you neilman) give me slight emotional whiplash. the problem with my cdrama habit is that, especially with duolou continent, i've had a hard time believing i've seen as many episodes as i actually have (also viki is...incapable of keeping my place) so i tend to back up to whichever episode number sort of feels right? which means i've seen episodes 11-15 like three times each. at least now i'm getting people's names.

playing finished up summer and fall of year two in stardew, won the grange fair and the ice fishing contest now that it's winter, and just bought a duck! (her name is fern)

making i think the garden is fading, we're still harvesting tomatoes but a lot of the leaves have turned yellow and crinkly, meanwhile the squash (?) vines have all withered except for one, perplexingly round little green squash (?) with a few nibbles out of it courtesy of the neighborhood fauna. when do i pluck it? is it still...getting anything out of being on its vine?

working on *cue panicked laughter* chapter 1! also that presentation / conference paper based on chapter-1-or-possibly-the-old-book-practicum! also that presentation based on chapter-2-or-possibly-chapters-1-and-2-OR-possibly-the-diss-proposal! with all the complaining i've done to various friends and colleagues, its no wonder there's not been any. further writing. distracting myself by insisting on doing things for the incoming students, which has been very fun and diverting since they are cute and much easier to help.

#yup everything's fine #had a nightmare the other day and yes it did involve phd stuff #the more i socialize in places where i have to describe my research the more i realize how much i need to workshop my diss pitch #which is a useful exercise anyway #in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup #or in this case #seasonal roundup really

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eddienbird · 2 years

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Part 4 - I Promise I Won't Eat You

Eddie & Bird [Photo] Part 5

Eddie told the story of what happened after Dustin left him the last night he saw him. He woke up laying right where he had been attacked. In a panic, he limped back to Wayne’s trailer, and grabbed any cloth he could to stop his bleeding. It took him a while but he stacked chairs and tables to climb through the gate to Hawkins. He had slept the night in the trailer before he went out to find Dustin. The crew was impressed but still confused by Eddie’s journey.