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garoujo · 2 years

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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @FUSHIGURO MEGUMI . . .

WANNA PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN?

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NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f. reader, college!au, frat party / exhibitonism, aged up, inexperienced!megumi, virginity loss, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that are def longer than seven mins, alcohol mention, unprotected sex, he cums on your pussy, fingering but like no penetration.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 4.8k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : hewooo ^^ im back w the second fic for my series so hopefully you guys enjoy this one as much as u did the first!!! also if it wasn’t already obvious they won’t be published in order,, just whoever i get motivation for first <3

this hadn’t been your first frat party, you were used to buzzing atmosphere, intoxicated college students with red plastic cups in their hands and loud music blasting through the halls of the house.

you were here with your best friend suguru, but you’d broken off from eachother when satoru had met you both at the door like a whirlwind and pulled him away to do something annoying no doubt.

so now you were here, cringing at the first taste of the sickly sweet punch in the kitchen — that’s most definitely been spiked — as you stand around a few of the other students you recognise from your class. you listen politely, not really absorbing the information as you let your eyes wander the room until you notice a strangely familiar, slightly less messy, head of dark hair.

fushiguro megumi? he’s not the type you expected to be here, not that you were all that close—you’d been paired up regularly for a few assignments considering he sat at the desk directly to your right. he wasn’t too talkative, but he was polite and kind and you’d like to think you’d both built a weird sort of friendship with how much time you’d ended up spending together, due to late projects or not.

he’s here with itadori, you’d heard they were close to be fair—complete opposites of eachother but they were together a lot, and as much as you’re sure it works—you want to laugh a little when you watch megumi roll his eyes, most likely at whatever itadori is chattering quickly to him about, but the exasperation goes unnoticed as the pink haired jock waves his hands around, for emphasis you’re sure, laughing loudly.

but somehow, megumi’s irritated eye movements seems to bring his gaze to you, and you almost flinch when his steely, drowsy gaze feels like it shoots electricity into your stomach with how it cuts into you at first.

but then it softens suddenly, his brows arching ever so slightly as his head tilts, but just as quickly as the expression appears it vanishes again, and he’s turning his attention back to itadori with an almost.. awkward look on his face.

you don’t think much of it, maybe he felt uncomfortable, you’d just been staring at the guy? so you just cross your arms across your body before trying to turn your attention back to the conversation, giving it a few more moments before you’re saying your going to the bathroom as an excuse to go try seek out suguru again.

but just as you turn to leave, laughing politely and finally ridding yourself of the drink you’d unfortunately picked up as you slide it along the table, you collide with something harder than you’d expected to—the sudden wall almost knocking the air out of you.

“fushiguro?” you gasp, caught off guard by your lab partners sudden appearance considering he was on the other side of the room a few seconds ago. but you feel the warmth of his palm smooth along your waist to keep you steady before it leaves just as quickly.

you’d always known how pretty he was—truly, but in this sort of setting it was different. his hair was mussed most likely from his hands gliding through it, it falling around his face again after being swept back but it framed his ivory skin and thick lashes perfectly. his oversized shirt falling loose around the neckline where you can just barely make out his chiselled collarbones, without it being too obvious you’re gawking.

“what? thought i’d come say hi.” megumi drawls, as clean cut as ever, you think. but you watch his hand come up to scratch at his neck awkwardly and you still smile because that was just how he was.

he was still a little awkward despite how often you both worked together, he was blunt and straight to the point. but there was a certain sort of charm to how earnest and nervous he was. megumi was content with his smaller circle of friends, he attended class and he worked hard and he was fine with that.

then he got seated next to you and he began to find a certain joy in the things that you enjoyed, and watching him pick up habits and interests of yours felt like a reward after how gruelling it was to get him to open up to you at first. it was like some sort of mysterious switch had flipped and now you’re pretty sure he might even consider you a friend—one he may only occasionally nod politely at in the hallway that is.

he wrote your missed notes for you, even picked up your favourite tv show with the excuse of wanting to know exactly what you were talking about, he brought you caffeine for late night project work and had even started bringing an extra pen with him because he knew you always forgot one.

he still got stuck on words and liked to let the silence linger between you both but it no longer felt uncomfortable or awkward, so you were glad he seemed to trust you enough now, well.. enough to approach you at a frat party.

“you come to parties?” you hum, and you can tell megumi hears the teasing lilt to your words when you watch his brows furrow—lips jutting into a pout as he everts your gaze.

“is that supposed to be a joke? but yeah, itadori dragged me here.” he grunts, seemingly irritated but his voice is still as smooth as it always is when he speaks to you, not that you notice any difference, but his reply still makes you laugh softly.

“well then how come i never see you?” you huff, just as someone who you’re pretty sure sounds like satoru seems to start some boisterous cheer with more of the muscle heads in the frat, which makes megumi roll his eyes for what you figure must be the nth time that night, and he’s suddenly urging you to follow him.

“tsk—‘ts too loud in here, come on.” he snorts, gently pulling on your arm to make sure you don’t get lost in the pool of students rushing around the halls—eventually letting him guide you into the living room as you both find a place on the spare side of one of the couches, not paying too much attention to the other students around you.

“do you come to these a lot?” megumi questions, swallowing thickly when he realises his hand is still resting along your skin before he pulls it back a little too quickly with a mumbled, pink-cheeked apology.

“with suguru, sometimes—mostly due to satoru though, im sure you know what he’s like.” you answer, laughing when even the mention of the white haired male’s name has megumi groaning with a deadpan look on his face.

“yeah, i know.” he smiles quietly, mostly when your laugh pours into the room as his lips curl but he can’t help but feel warm when you sigh after, tilting your head back as megumi finds himself looking over your features through his long lashes.

“you look, uh—“ he begins, snapping his gaze away from yours when you look back at him and you sound out a hum, urging him to continue what he was saying before there’s another boisterous cheer and itadori is almost barrelling towards you both.

“you’re up fushiguro! i knew you’d have fun—see, way to get into the party spirit!” itadori cheers happily, some of his words muffled when megumi’s hand collides with his cheek, trying to push his heavy body off of him.

“what the hell, get off of me!” he growls back and you’re suddenly aware that the whole room seems to be sniggering at the three of you as the two guys argue. “time to go!” itadori laughs good naturedly, grabbing you and megumi before he’s marching you both to some darkened hallway, between the living room and the kitchen and the entryway of a.. closet?

oh, that’s what this was.

“quit it.” megumi hisses again, trying to step away from his pink haired bestfriend— but it almost happens too quickly when he’s laughing, opening the closet door and suddenly pushing you both in, telling you to take good care of fushiguro because he’s ‘new to this stuff.’ and locking the door after.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” megumi murmurs, pausing to stare at you for a moment when you keep the silence—like you’re completely ignoring the fact you both basically just got shoved into a closet at a frat party while everyone acted like it was some ritual.

“huh? you’re not scared?” he asks, suddenly aware of how thick the air feels in the tiny closet, only made tinier by the close proximity of your bodies. “are you? it’s seven minutes in heaven—don’t you know it?” you reply quickly, brow quirking when you watch the dark haired male shuffle uncomfortably, almost like he doesn’t want to admit that he actually has no idea what’s going on right now.

“uh.. no.” he hums, low and lulling despite the growing flush of pink on his cheeks but his dark eyes look over you when you don’t laugh at him like he expects. “this is the game, you get locked in a closet with someone for seven minutes—to.. do whatever you want i guess, atleast now we know why the living room was so lively.”

megumi notices the way your sentence trails off at the end, he hears the whispery, breathy, pouty sound your lips make as you lean against the washing machine nestled in the corner. also noticing that there’s a grin twitching at your lips before it’s hidden once more from him and he feels his heart race.

he gulps, takes a step forward but then hesitates and decides to stare for a moment before finally asking the question he wish he’d just swallowed instead.

“what do people normally do?” he murmurs, but when your eyes raise up to where he’s stood across from you—you have a feeling he already knows with how he’s awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze like he would burst into flames if it met his own.

“you know, kiss or—other stuff, more.. i’m sure you know what that means, fushiguro.” you blink up at him, failing to suppress a little smirk this time. but despite the way he suddenly feels warm under his clothes, megumi takes a deep breath in the quiet dark of the closet before he takes another careful step into your space.

“do you want to do that?” he asks with an earnestness that makes you squirm, and the words are rolling off of his tongue before he’s even got an opportunity—before he can even think about stopping them and he suddenly wants the shadows to swallow him up.

it’s not that he doesn’t want to, in all honesty megumi would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t been dreaming of a moment like this, with you. remembering all those nights he’s spent sinking into his mattress in his dorm, hand wrapped around his pretty cock after a late night studying session with you, as he gets himself off to his pretty lab partner.

your laugh, the way you’d lean into his side—chest pressed against his arm to point out something in his notes or the dreamy drawl your voice would take whenever you got sleepy. he’d committed it all to memory, the thoughts of you swimming around his mind when he’s fucking into his fist and breathing out your name when he cums.

honestly, he hopes you’ll save him the embarrassment of rejection and just laugh, or maybe it’ll go worse and you’ll storm out of the closet and call him a weirdo before you stop talking to him all together, and then it would just be him and his thoughts of you left over..

.. but you don’t.

“with you? do you want to do that?” you ask, the question drawn out and slow, like you’re still processing his words and megumi watches the slight surprise flash across your features before they slacken again, and suddenly he feels too incredibly warm under his clothes.

he mentally trails off with a nervous swallow before he’s pushing his hair back, pink cheeked as he nervously glances you up and down, trying to brush off the pinpricks of arousal with a deep breath.

“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, fushigu—“

“i want to.” his interruption has you choking on your words as he sucks in a shakey breath with the confession before he continues, quieter this time. “but i don’t know.. how, i’ve never—uh, f-forget it.”

there’s another bout of silence and megumi can feel his heart kicking at his ribs with every beat, feeling the curl of a different type of heat beginning to tickle its way into his belly—although not an unfamiliar kind when it came to you.

“are you sure?” megumi asks, his voice taking a more whispery tone with the question and the sound makes your toes curl from where you’re still seated. “yes.”

the floor creaks when he steps forward, making you blink up at your dark haired lab partner as he chews on his lip—gives you a few moments to step away but you pull him closer. he’s overwhelmed with how good you smell immediately, your body heat, the feeling of your palm on his skin before you’re resting his against your hip and he’s pretty sure his brain scrambles at the touch.

megumi blows out a slow breath as his hand explores the topography of your body, a flush high on his cheeks when you cast him a starry eyed glance and push your chest closer to his—you feel even better than he’d imagined.

“is this okay?” he breathes, voice carefully neutral despite the edge of desperation that makes you burn, and he feels his whole body shiver when your breath fans along his cheek.

“please kiss me, fushiguro.” you sigh, feeling his breath stutter across your cheek with your plea while you feel his skin press against yours—his hand curling into your side to pull you close before he’s blinking at you, gulping down the nervousness building in his throat.

megumi’s hands flex into your skin before his lips are meeting yours clumsily for the first time, a whining sort of hum vibrating through your lips when you part them and he uses the opportunity to dip his tongue past your own, nose pressing against your cheek as he twists softly into you to deepen it, kissing you senseless until you’re pliant and melting into him.

“can i.. touch you?” megumi mumbles against your mouth, it’s filthy, the change in his tone, dreamy and dripping with want and need, a kind that makes your pussy ache and your breath come uneven as you exhale with reverence across his lips.

“please.” he’s never had someone moan for him like you do in this moment, at his words, nodding eagerly and needy at his question and he feels his skin flare hot when his cock throbs with a familiar need, feeling himself being pulled in by the sound.

he feels your hand cover his, trailing it along your body to where you need him to touch you, before your drool worthy thighs spread as much as they can from where you’re sat on the washing machine, giving him a peek at the damp spot that’s almost teasing him from where it’s forming at the front of your panties.

begrudgingly, megumi pulls away from the kiss, leans back to get a better angle as his fingers stroke softly along the damp fabric, exploring your intimate skin and he sucks in a breath when your thighs twitch, his fingers brushing over your puffy clit.

but then he pauses, peers up at you through heavy eyes and he’s hoping you can read his mind.

thankfully, you do, you smile before your fingers are over his once more, your other hand pulling the thin fabric of your panties aside before you’re guiding and trailing his fingers closer. “let me show you.” letting them part your lower lips to discover the warm slick that’s gathering between them.

this was all new territory for megumi, so he lets himself explore the plains of your pussy—his calloused fingers petting through your folds until they’re pressing over your clit, and he feels his cock twitch with an ache in his pants when he watches you twist under his touch, feeling you press his hand down onto the sensitive bud harder.

“there, please.. megumi.” your drawl vibrates through the small, darkened closet—murmuring his name and he feels something burst and heat along his neck and back, feeling him fumble slightly before he’s finding a pace and rubbing at your clit with two fingers.

he didn’t realise this would be so addictive, that you would be. the way your moaning soft pants of his name and grabbing at the fabric of his shirt, twisting it in your fists while you wiggle and twitch with every swipe of his fingers against you, he can’t look away—he doesn’t want to.

you pull him closer, close enough for you to lean your forehead against his chest and whispering needily against his body, begging him not to stop and it only drives him to press down harder, more eagerly as he drinks in your reactions—watches your body melt into him so intoxicatingly that it feels like his ears are ringing.

“does it feel good?” megumi breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice that’s driven by the weight of his arousal. the slick between your legs is only intensifying, making it easier for him to keep his pace as he swirls his wrist, feels your clit get firmer—more swollen and puffy, sensitive.

“f-feels so good, don’t stop—please.” you gasp, pulling away to cast him a starry-eyed, needy glance before you pull him back in for another kiss and he feels even more lightheaded now than he did the first time he tasted you.

megumi pushes himself against you, keeping the pressure on your pussy as he drinks in your next languid moan of his name, licking into your mouth with such an intensity that makes you gasp—knuckles white where they dig into his shirt before your thighs are stiffening and snapping closed around his wrist when you finally cum.

your thighs quake around him, breaking apart from the kiss wetly to let your head fall back and his other arm almost instinctively hooks around your waist to keep you from falling over entirely.

he keeps up his movements, letting you ride out your orgasm as you grab at him and your hips twist and jolt with every rub of his fingers along your clit, prolonging your blissful state until you’re pushing him away with a whimper and breathless, soft pants.

megumi feels sticky when he pulls away. he’s flushed to his chest and he’s so incredibly aware of how uncomfortably hard his cock is in his pants, but you look ethereal—hazy and pliant and oh so pretty, still lost in the remnants of your tingling pleasure.

“you’re good at that for someone who’s never done it before.” you laugh breathlessly, but it’s not mocking—it’s warm and comforting and accompanied by a smile that makes his cock jump, especially when it’s followed by your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in for another kiss, his hands resting on the dip of your waist almost naturally now.

“do you wanna do more? only if you’re comfortable.” you ask genuinely, against his lips, your fingers twisting in his hair before you nip teasingly at his lower lip when you pull away.

his lust blown pupils meet yours and he nods almost too eagerly, hearing him mutter out a “yes.” after to try and play it cool, but his fingers squeeze at your skin and megumi feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

he stares at you, heavy lids and parted lips when your fingers trail down to his pants—lifting up his shirt to watch the way your pretty fingers tug at the fabric, swallowing thick when the damp patch of pre-cum staining his boxers becomes visible and he mutters out a sorry before you’re grinning at him with a smile that says it’s fine.

he’s nervous, ofcourse, but you’re beautiful and soothing and he lets his palm rest against your thigh as he looms over you, let’s your fingertips work at his clothes and he watches you like every move you make is enchanting.

he sighs when you finally pull down the restraints of his boxers, the sting of sudden sexual freedom only emphasising how painfully hard he is when the cool air in the darkened closet fans over his heightened nerves.

“g-god—“ megumi’s voice catches, his abdomen tightening suddenly with a shock of pleasure when your hands wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few languid pumps as he gasps.

“i don’t have a.. uh—“ he swallows, fingertips smoothing over the skin of your thighs when you hook one of your arms around his shoulders, lifting your hips until you’re perched on the edge of the washing machine.

“you can pull out.” you breathe and megumi only nods, not trusting his words with the sudden dizziness in his mind when he hugs you closer, situating his hips between your spread thighs to kiss you again—groaning while his hands curl into your skin when you swipe the blunt head of his cock through your folds.

it’s embarrassing the effect you have on him already, rubbing your slick all over his cock, and the small whimper that leaves your lips everytime it catches under the hood of your still sensitive clit has his mind blanking.

his cock twitches in your hold when he feels it prod at your flexing hole, until his eyes flutter closed in bliss when he finally begins to sink into you.

megumi breaks the kiss to rest his face in the crook of your neck, cursing softly with a mixture of need and delight as he continues to push into you. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him groan when your walls reward the stretch of his cock with another needy squeeze around him.

he’s long, pretty and warm—making your stretched pussy clench hard around him the deeper he goes. “i-it’s, fuck—it’s tight.” he grumbles, smearing messy kisses along your skin as you grab and scratch at his toned shoulders.

he grunts when he finally bottoms out, leaning the weight of his hips against yours as his fingers grope a little too hard at your skin, his eyes clenched shut as he tries not to lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy so soon—he can’t embarrass himself like that.

“are you okay?” the dark haired male breathes, his voice sounding needier than he expected, pulling back to admire how pretty you look beneath him before you kiss him once on the cheek, mumbling something affirming that has him trembling before he’s drawing his hips back.

your pussy flexes again, as if it’s trying to coax back in every inch you lose and megumi grunts, his jaw clenching before a breathier croon of your name falls from his lips. the first real thrust is a little too eager, clumsy and he whimpers before readjusting his feet—beginning a real pace that’s a little steadier, one that has your toes curling when he hugs you closer, listening to him pant and growl softly between your moans.

“you—you look s-so pretty, that’s what i wanted to tell you—shit, in the living room.”

your hips grind up to meet his and you’re surprised at how good he feels, not realising it’s because he’s focusing on your reactions—the furrow of your brows, the way your mouth is dropping open to moan and the way your pussy is clenching around him tighter everytime he rocks forward.

pushing his cock against something sensitive inside of you while his strong grasp keeps you in place—these are good signs, megumi thinks. “you feel so good, fuck—“

his pace only increases, gets faster, needier as he curses roughly until your body is jolting—each quick thrust leaving you breathless and driven by his pure determination to watch how pretty you look cumming around his cock.

each smack of his hips is loud and clapping, the sound echoing around the darkened closet and you almost forget where you both are—not that you care, when he’s forcing his cock deeper into your slick cunt, his pelvis grinding against your clit while you leave pretty red marks under his shirt, along his back with your nails.

“i’m gonna, fuck—you feel too good, let me f-feel you.” megumi gulps, words almost a plea, letting his slender fingers trace between your bodies until he’s rolling your puffy clit in sticky circles, replicating his earlier movements and pairing it with the back and forth stutter of his hips, until your breath is skipping and he feels your pussy throb around him.

“i’m gonna, ‘gumi! fuck!” you squeal and megumi groans low, hips pressing into yours, snug and tight at the first milking compression of your walls and he bites his lip to hold himself back—panting against your neck as he coaxes and fucks you through another mind numbing orgasm.

“s-so pretty.” he rasps and the praise rolls down your spine and makes your eyes roll back, each thrust cutting off your needy, breathless chants of his name as a ring of gooey cream forms around the base of his cock everytime his hips draw back.

your breathing becomes laboured as drowsiness sets in and megumi finally lets himself go. his cock throbs and thickens inside of you as he squeezes at your hips—his brows crumbling while he pants above you and there’s a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, his darker bangs sticking slightly as he loses himself in the fluttering pull of your body and your cunt.

he groans, scratchy and breathless, when he lets the hot rush of bliss finally consume him and he pulls back, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and it only takes a few languid twists of his wrists, before he’s thickening against his palm and shooting ropes of his creamy load along your glistening folds.

you watch his body tremble from where he leans over you, the arm that’s hooked around your waist tightening in some attempt to pull you closer.

“o-oh—my god.” megumi drawls, his words taking a pitch that’s a little lower than normal as he smears a few sloppy kisses against your cheek and jawline, watching the last of his cum pebble against your skin and pussy before his cock is softening in his hold.

he lets his forehead rest against your shoulder, the closet now only filled with your shared pants and soft sounds of him leaving a few more kisses along your skin.

“so, how was it?” you hum, followed by a sleepy, breathless laugh in megumi’s ear and he can’t hide the way his lips curl into a softer smile when he pulls back to look at you—his hooded eyes watching you closely from under his messy hair as you both get dressed.

“i think that’s obvious.” he rumbles and you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat at how awkward he still is, scratching at the back of his neck nervously despite everything you just done but he melts into you all the same when you pull him in for a quick kiss.

“yo fushiguro! what’s taking you so lo—are you sweating? it is kinda warm in here, huh? hey i gotta show you something, come on!”

both of you almost jump at the sudden intrusion, bodies separating when itadori smiles at you both good-naturedly but also obliviously, even when the open door makes megumi’s blissful, sleepy expression and flushed face all that more obvious when he turns to you.

“hey, uh—you’re coming, right? you’re not leaving yet“ megumi blurts out, honesty in his tone and the nervous pout on his lips is almost comical when he puffs out his cheeks and avoids your gaze.

but you watch his face soften when laughter bubbles past your lips and spills into the atmosphere in the room, feeling his hand loosely intertwine with yours as he playfully rolls his eyes with a ghost of a grin.

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sanhwaism · 9 months

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MEET UP FOR A COFFEE AND A SMILE | C.S

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ choi san x gn .ᐟ reader

synopsis ⟡ feeling overwhelmed because of stressful events and built up emotions, your thoughtful boyfriend wants to melt away all of your problems in his own, sweet way.

genre ⟡ fluff, romance, established relationship

warnings ⟡ mentions of dealing with anxiety attack, pet names, juuust a sickening amount of fluff because san is just too cute to handle and i just wanna eat him

wc ⟡ 2.1k

author's note ⟡ my first ever written scenario wooo !! got suddenly struck by a spark of inspiration while listening to one day at a time, that song feels like the warmest hug :,) hope you'll enjoy it!!

letting out a loud sigh, you push the entry's door closed with your hip, too focused on untying your shoelace to bother. today felt like a fever dream, emphasis on 'fever', because you feel like you're dealing with one. plus a terrible, terrible headache, the main cause of your deep frowning.

a groan escapes your lips soon as you straighten your back, the sudden movement making you dizzy. you close your eyes and stay still for a brief moment, your mind being kind enough to remind you of the anxiety attack you dealt with today.

besides your part time job that has been stressing you a lot lately, the cherry on top is the finals season. you had to split yourself in half so you could manage your time for both studying and working. you told yourself that you can do it, your san also has been providing you with his encouraging words, love and attention.

yet today felt like you couldn't bear that struggle anymore, that insufferable weight on your shoulders, which had you locked in your job's place bathroom. you didn't call san. no, you didn't want to worry him, especially knowing he has a busy schedule today.

after a few 'you're fine' and 'it's okay' whispered to yourself and trying to regulate your quick breathing and heart palpitations while feeling fatigued and uneasy, it seemed that you calmed down a bit. but your whole body has been feeling weak the rest of the evening. fortunately, you're home now. away from your job. and you only have one more exam left.

"everything is going to be alright by the end of all of this, jagi, i promise you this. you're doing great. you have me, i got you."

his healing words echo in your ears like sweet honey and you feel the corners of your lips rise and your body slowly relax after you threw yourself on the couch with a loud thump. as if he is connected to you and what's going on inside your mind, you hear your phone ring. you can't help but let out a soft chuckle as you answer the call.

"how do you manage to always do it, sannie?" you sigh, closing your eyes in content.

you hear some fidgeting and a car passing by, signs that he just ended his rehearsals, then his usual, sweet tone but with a tint of worry in his voice.

"baby? do what? are you okay?" you swear you can see his concerned expression just from the way he asked you those questions.

"i'm... yeah. i mean, i feel better now, that's what matters," you mutter, absently playing with the hem of your shirt.

a slight pause before san speaks again, this time clearly distraught. "oh, no, what happened aegiya? want me to come over?"

his cute way of calling you baby makes your heart flutter. you instantly shake your head in denial even if he can't see it.

"no, love, it's late and you probably just finished the dancing practice. that and also the fact that i barely have the energy to talk or exist... i'm so tired, sannie." your drowsy voice made san pout. his chest was suddenly feeling heavy and all he wanted to do was to offer a safe space for you to let everything out. to have his arms tightly wrapped around you, to pamper your face with his affectionate kisses. to have your head laying on his shoulder or chest just the way you like it, because his warmth and presence feel like home to you.

but he despises pushing your boundaries. even if he believes the best thing to do right now is being next to you, it does not match with your needs at the moment. and he will always listen to you over his distressed state and his anxious overthinking. what is truly important to both of you is, at the end of the day, to find each other's tender embrace, to be ready to face the worst of this world together.

with a low exhale, san gets inside the car, in the backseat while waiting for mingi.

"i know, angel, i know you are," his comforting voice and words brought tears to your eyes. "okay, i will let you rest. we don't have to talk about this now. but can you promise me one thing? one small, veeery tiny thing?"

you hum, already half asleep on the couch, still dressed in work clothes.

"allow me to be your anchor tomorrow morning. it's finally the weekend, i can come by your place and help you relax, even just a bit. this way we both can rest tonight and start tomorrow fresh."

oh, that's a bold lie. he will definitely not sleep at all because of how worried he is for you. absolutely not. no matter how tight he will hug the plushie you bought him a few months ago, imagining that it's you he's cuddling. but that's a problem for future san.

"mm, of course baby. thank you... for being so understanding," you let out a small yawn. "please rest, yeah?"

"i love you."

both of you speak in the same time and can't help but giggle together, san feeling rather shy at the other end of the call. after a few seconds, he starts humming for you, his feathery singing voice lulling you to sleep. he rests his cheek in his palm while looking at the dark sky through the car's window. a few stars are visible, shining in a way that comforts him. because he is relieved you are at least safe and sound at home and under the same sky as him. and while attentively listening to your steady breathing, he knows everything will be okay. he will always reassure you of that.

the early morning finds you in a deep, peaceful slumber. lucky for you because you didn't have to move, san had a copy of your apartment's keys and used them to get inside as quietly as possible. your catlike curled up position made him close his eyes shut in an almost failed attempt to control his squeal because of how adorable you look. taking off his hood and not leaving you out of his sight, he silently rests himself on the end support of the couch.

you softly huff and open your eyes. a familiar, gentle touch on your forehead makes you shift positions, turning your body towards your lover, arms clinging onto him like you haven't seen him in ages. you hear san's endearing chuckle as your head finds his lap, your cheek nuzzling against the soft material of his sweatpants.

"good morning, jagi." he whispers, leaning over so he can offer you a tender kiss on your temple.

"hi, 'morning," you purr, voice hoarse because you just woke up. "what time is it?"

you manage to move closer to him, hugging his waist and san felt like melting on the spot, right there and then. you are indeed very dangerous for his heart, yet he never wants you to stop causing him so many palpitations.

"it's still early, don't worry. i just couldn't bear leaving you alone anymore," he admits with his well known pout, which causes your lips to curl up into a lazy smile. as much as you love how clingy san is, you appreciate that he offered you the space you needed last night. you knew he wanted to desperately rush here, but he controlled himself. and that makes you forever grateful for his caring nature, putting you above everything.

"thanks for last night, really," you murmur, face resting against the pocket of his hoodie.

"shh, of course. it's the least i could do for you. i'll always try my best to be there when you need me. how are you feeling? and be honest, don't lie to me jagiya," he gently scolds you, knowing you tend to pretend that everything is fine in order not to bother him with your problems. but you promised to each other to try being more open about this, both you and san valuing communication the most.

"i really, really needed this sleep," you choose to tell him about yesterday's happening. "i had an anxiety attack at work, things just got too much for me to handle."

san looks down at you and hums, nodding in an understanding manner as his hand caresses the top of your head. his first, impulsive reaction would be to get all upset and to question you about your lack of calls regarding him, but how was that supposed to help you? the least thing he wants is to make you feel bad or invalidate your feelings. san is more than sure you are capable of handling yourself, you have shown him countless of times how strong and admirable you are. he looks up to you, always. but it's normal to feel helpless sometimes, and he wants to be your comforting mountain, for you to rely on him, to help you see the light at the end of the tunnel when darkness seems to take over. seeing you without that sparkle in your eyes crushes him, aches him more than any physical pain can.

"i'm relieved you're feeling better now. i am so, so proud of you for calming yourself down," it's all he softly says and cuddles you closer in his strong arms. while rocking both of you from left to right, he tells you about his morning plans, which includes you. "i was thinking of bringing back that pretty smile of yours that i aaaabsolutely adore with a cup of coffee, what do you say, hm? we can go get some breakfast as well. then we can spend the rest of the day however you want. how's that sound?"

"very, very nice," you reply, smiling at the thought of enjoying san's presence and spending time with him for a whole day.

"ah, perfect then," he nods happily, patting your hip. "when was the last time you ate?"

you tuck your lips. the sudden silence makes san dramatically gasp, still waiting for a response.

you exhale, trying to remember. "yesterday...? yesterday at lunch." you see him with the corner of your eye starting to shake his head, all sulky.

"no, no, my dearest right here needs to eat," he says and immediately begins to cover your face with his soft kisses, receiving a lot of giggles from you. his warm, minty breath tickles your cheeks and makes you squirm in his hug, trying to escape from his pampering but secretly enjoying it. his dimpled smile softens you, and you find yourself getting up with a sudden urge to kiss him.

with your hands gently cupping his face, you lean forward and press your lips against his, the unforeseen action causing san's eyes to widen before allowing himself to get weak under your loving touch. his arms tighten around your waist as he shyly kisses you back, suppressing a lot of happy giggles while smiling in between the kisses.

"i brought," peck "you," peck "one of my hoodies," one last final peck from you and this time san lets out the cutest laugh, his eyes closing and turning into that crescent moon shapes you love to see. "you're so cute, jagi."

"i think we both know who is the cuter one here," you confidently say, not holding yourself back from kissing the tip of his nose. he is quick to reciprocate your affection, copying your gesture which made your nose scrunch and his heart flip.

"mhm, you're right, it's you!" he gives you a charming wink then gets up from the couch when he senses that you are about to contradict him. gazing at you from this angle, with your messy bed hair, clearly not in your most comfortable clothing, eyes still a bit drowsy but with that peaceful, small smile on your lips, makes everything worth fighting for. san has so much love for you and will never get tired of showering you in it, because you deserve it.

noticing a cardboard box on your kitchen counter with two cups of coffee in it, your hopeful question pulls him out of the trance he found himself into. "you got the coffee already?"

your lover offers you a compassionate smile as he nods his head. "your favorite."

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Love isn't something you just learn, Commander part 1

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Words: 7 830

Warning: Angst, like A LOT OF ANGST, a bit of Smut at the begining, so MINORS BYE BYE, description of blood and injuries.

Summary: Cody gets injured and let’s just say a reader says a bit more than she wanted to...

A/N: First of all I’m not a doctor and my medical knowledge is... shit. So apologies if I made so patheitc mistakes. There will be a part 2 for this (with a happy ending if you’re interested). I decided to divide it to two parts as I’m not sure a possible 20k words fanfic would be a good idea...

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“Commander!” your voice shakes with his every move. You’re panting at a coincident tempo just as him. All you can do is close your eyes and let him take the lead. So you just lay there, your legs around his waist and you cry out loud when he hits that one perfect spot. You feel him smirk, when he lowers himself to kiss your tender and sensitive neck.

“You’re so good to me, mesh’la, so damn good!” he pants, his movements hard and confident. He sits down and pulls you with him and you can’t help but gasp when he fills you up even deeper with that one simple move. It’s like he knows your body better than you do and you can’t help but blush at the thought. “You feel so perfect. So…” he pushes harder and bites on your shoulder muffling the groan that would probably escape him otherwise. You, however, moan, unable to stop the sounds escaping you. “Those sounds, you make me crazy, babygirl!” You round your arms around his neck and pull him closer, unable to control the quiver of your body. You felt it coming and he must have as well as he kept on the same rhythm, his hands slowly traveling down your back, whispering encouraging words into your ear. Yes, you were close, so close. And yet…

“Lady L/N” you groaned angrily at whatever, or rather whoever, dared to wake you up. You opened your eyes lazily and sighed seeing the name on the screen. You sat down and took a deep breath to steady yourself from your dream.

“How many times do I need to tell you to call me Y/N?” You mumbled into equipment and after a while you shifted straighter, only now realizing who was contacting you. “Captain Rex!” You coughed awkwardly and tried to make yourself look at least a bit presentable, when the Captain’s face showed up on the small holo. “I apologize I was..”

“Sleeping, yes I gathered that”, Rex answered for you with a hint of humor in his voice. “I do apologize, Y.N”, you smiled at his emphasis of your name. “But we need you back in the center. 212th is back and let’s say it doesn’t look good!” Your eyes widened and you jumped from bed, putting the Holo on the table, preparing yourself to leave.

“Any casualties?” You thanked the maker for showering before your nap, which has saved so much time now. You quickly changed into your blacks, put on your medic coat and took your little bag. Anything crucial was always in one place of your room, something you learned during your trainee times.

“Lots. But your team is doing their best. But we have Cody…”

“Commander?!” you half shouted, ignoring the look of your neighbor who was getting out for his everyday walk. You smiled at him apologetically and left for your speeder. You weren't a fan of it, but the moment you heard his name, you knew the time was of essence. “Rex, what happened?”

“A stealth mission with General Kenobi went wrong. Let’s say the base wasn’t as empty as we thought.” You cursed under your breath. Your heart was beating faster than you would have liked. You felt your hand shaking and you needed to take a deep breath to control yourself.

“How’s Kenobi?” You finally asked and Rex smiled softly, first time since he called.

“Worried, but doesn’t show it. Cody pushed him away taking a shot. It was the General who made me call for you.” You nodded and turned the corner, parking the speeder.

“I’d be there in five, make Granch prepare whatever is necessary.” The clone nodded and ended the call. You didn’t like it. There were times when Cody visited you at the bay, but most of it was due to some minor injuries that would have probably have been alright on their own, if Kenobi or Skywalker didn’t send him your way. It was those little visits that made you see Cody as more than just the Marshal Commander. Yes, he was a man of lots of secrets and walls built so high up, that sometimes you wondered if you would ever be able to break them. But most importantly he was a nice, kind hearted man that had so many interesting things to say. He was so different from the way he acted on the field. He would smile often, there were times when you had a pleasure to hear him laugh and those were the moments you cherished the most. His beautiful eyes would shine so brightly then, making you feel your heart trembling. It wasn’t hard to fall for the man. The hard part was to keep it a secret. He was, after all, a Marshal Commander, one of the most important people in the Clone army. He fought with the great General Kenobi and well, what’s most important he never even signaled any interest in you. Even that one time you saw each other in the 79’s. You asked him to dance and he chuckled, refusing quickly, stating he didn’t dance. It wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t see him on a dance floor twenty minutes later, wrapped in the arms of a pretty Corellian.

It was then that you stopped your silly flirtatious way of talking to him. You dropped the silly smiles and looks you would give him from time to time when he came for his visits. Also then you realized it wasn’t like he ever visited you when it wasn’t necessary, or he wasn’t forced by any of the Generals. Sure, you had great talks when he did come to see you, but you quickly realized that they were just colleague level ones and there was never even a small sign from him being interested in accepting your flirtatious approaches.

And so it stopped but not before almost every possible Clone trooper noticed it. Everyone except for the Commander of course. What was worse even Kenobi noticed the way you would stare after Cody, when he was leaving the bay. “There’s nothing against going on a date, you know?” You laughed at that then and he dropped the topic, but you didn’t miss the way he would look at you whenever the two of you would be in the same room. Rex took a bit more time, but he never said anything. You just somehow knew, from the way he was looking at you. The worst were Anakin and Ashoka, who didn’t seem to know how to drop it. Until that one time in the 79’s. That one time Anakin saw Cody refusing your invitation for a dance. It was like he realized and dropped it, Ashoka following his lead. And so the topic of your crush ended, before it even started for real. And somehow your stupid brain and heart didn’t seem to want to let it go. The dreams, very similar to the one before Rex woke you up, were beginning to be more frequent.

But it wasn’t a time to think about it. You shook your head and walked into the medbay preparing mentally for what was about to come.

***

You moved your arms around, feeling the pain radiating through all the possible muscles. It has been a while since you had to do a surgery like that. If anything Cody was lucky. If they brought him even a quarter later than they did, he wouldn’t have that much luck on your table. It was close, too close to your liking. You looked down on the blood on your clothes and sighed. You knew you should not have left the surgery room in that state, but you couldn’t stay there any longer. Twice. Two times his heart stopped, once you actually had to start it up by yourself. You looked down on your hands that were still shaking. You could still hear the steady beeping of the machine, telling you he was dead. Dead for 2 minutes and fifteen seconds. The longest two minutes of your life. When you realized the machines would not work, you got to work. Something you have never done. It was reckless and you knew it. A manual start of his life drained you almost completely but it worked. You were able to patch his lung and liver up and close him before you started to suffocate. The mask was too much, you weren’t able to breathe. And so you left and ran into one of the bathrooms emptying your stomach. It wasn’t pretty, but it did the trick. You calmed down enough to leave the fresher and here you were. Right in front of the doors that would lead you to people that were probably waiting for any information from you.

You steadied yourself and took a deep breath. It was over, he survived and he will live yet another day. Trying to steady your breathing you walked through the hissing door and were met with three Jedis and Rex that stood up the moment they noticed you. It was hard not to notice the terrified looks on their faces seeing all that blood but you ignored it for now. It wasn’t time for that.

“He’s gonna need a helluva time to recover, but he should be just fine”, you smiled at the way all of them visibly relaxed. “It wasn’t fun if I’m being honest. The blast was able to screw up his lung and liver, hence the extended amount of bleeding that we did not calculate”, you waved your hand over your clothes and sighed. “His heart stopped twice. But we were able to restart it, the second time I needed to do some old school, but we managed.”

“Old school?” Ashoka asked, still looking at the blood on your clothes.

“I needed to restart his heart using my own hands.” She widened her eyes and you chuckled. You had a very similar expression when you realized you did indeed need to do that. “But as I said we managed to patch him up quite nicely and after some time in bed he’s gonna be better than ever” you winked at them and sat down. Your head rested on the cold wall behind you and you let yourself close your eyes just for a second. “I’ll keep an eye on him to make sure I didn’t miss anything there. You guys can go and rest.” You stopped and looked them up and down and raised your brow. “But only after you have a go from my team”, Anakin and Ashoka rolled their eyes, but smiled at you thankfully and left leaving you with Kenobi and Rex.

“He saved my life.” Obi wan muttered. “I miscalculated the amount of clanckers and if it wasn’t for him…”

“Then I would have your blood on my clothes. I’m sure that if you asked him, he would prefer that way around, General.” You smiled at him, hoping he would get a point and not blame himself. “Cody respects you, a lot. But the fact that you’re still here, that you stayed this long only to see if he’s ok? That shows, Obi Wan”, it wasn’t often you used Jedis’ first name, so the gesture itself surprised the man. But he nodded understanding. “Go lay down, make sure you are fine to go and just rest. I will call you when he wakes up.” The man nodded and stood up. He placed a hand on your shoulder and clenched it, sending all the needed words and thanks that he wasn’t able to say out loud. “That remark also concerned you, Rex.” You said, your eyes still closed. You heard him chuckle and after a while heard him sit next to you.

“How are you doing?” He asked and you felt like crying. He was one of few that always seemed to truly care and actually understand. Sure it was the soldiers and Jedis that fought out there, but the medics suffered as much. Maybe not physically, but feeling your muscles, you’d argue with that. But mentally. Seeing all this dead bodied and unable to help most of them, left a nasty scar on your soul. Most of the people in the medics weren’t even trained doctors and nurses. These were civics that just volunteered because they wanted to help. Most of them left after the first missions unable to deal with all of this. Yes it had a stall on you, but not many actually cared to ask you how you were doing. But Rex always did. And this time you had enough and so you turned towards him and buried your face in his plastered chest and just sobbed, trying to get rid of the image of lifeless Cody out of your head. “I’ve got you, it’s ok.” He pulled you to himself and kissed the top of your head softly.

“He was dead, Rex. I held his heart when he was dead. I don’t know what I’d do if he’d died… If I killed him.” He shook his head and pushed you away from him a bit to look into your eyes.

“You were saving his life. Even if he died it would not be your fault, you hear me?” You nodded and hid your face in the crook of his neck again wanting to forget about today.

***

“Is she OK?” Anakin asked, standing next to his old Master. Both of them looked at the scene in front of them. You were always close with Clones. There was this weird bond between you and them. You were one of the few that were able to make Wolffe stay in bed for a whole day when he got injured. Not to mention you were the only medic in the Galaxy that Fox actually listened to and trusted and that meant a lot. The Jedis liked and respected you but it was the 212th and 501st that seemed to be the closest to you. Obi Wan always wondered if it was due to your feelings for the Commander or this sibling-like relationship you seemed to pick up with Rex almost immediately.

Obi Wan was thankful for that relationship you had with his men. They seem to trust you, even with just something as simple as a talk after the mission. Well most of them at least. He noticed the little apprehensive behavior Cody had towards you. He wasn’t by any means mean towards you or anything like that. But Kenobi could feel the distance that his Commander preferred to keep from you compared to his other soldiers. Including the always serious and withdrawn Rex.

Despite being a Jedi, Obi Wan wasn’t blind to other people’s feelings and said so he saw the way you looked at his Commander. He didn’t miss the soft look you always sent him when Cody was leaving the medbay. He felt in the Force the way your signature would change the minute Cody would come into the room. It was actually adorable to see a stoic and always ready for action medic like you to lose composure in front of one of his friends. He quickly realized it wasn’t just a small crush but your feelings were something more. He understood your frustration when Cody would just chuckle or leave after your failed attempt at flirting, which in his opinion were sometimes comical. “Not everybody’s perfect”, you shrugged when he told you once about this… flaw you had. You played it cool, but he could feel it deep down that it was bothering you.

He also noticed how Anakin and Ashoka followed his observations and weren’t as discreet as he was. He asked his old Padawan to tune it down at least in front of Cody, and to his surprise the boy did listen, but he did seem to double it with you alone in the room. You of course didn’t seem to mind, always happy and smiley with a sarcastic comment from time to time. But he knew. He knew that it was bothering you. He wondered sometimes if Cody was just simply not interested or if his Commander was just that blind not to notice.

Things changed for good when all of you went to the 79's after some nasty mission. The boys were somehow able to get you to come. Even he had to acknowledge that you looked stunning. Seeing you in nothing but med clothes, it was something new to picture you now in a dress and heels. You waved your hair, keeping them down and a bit of makeup only added to the fact that you did look beautiful. He knew what you were doing and he observed you. How you talked to Cody, how you smiled at him and touched him, respectfully, when he said something funny. He was so proud when you finally found the courage to ask him to dance with you, only for him to reject you. For others it wouldn’t be much. He did know Cody wasn’t much into dancing, but seeing your face fall made him truly angry at his dumb Commander. But this was nothing compared to when he noticed the same man dancing with another girl not even half an hour after rejecting you. He will never forget the look on your face. Before that night and here today, he has never experienced you crying. “They need me to be strong, all of them”, you once told him after a particularly harsh week of missions. But it was that night that he noticed tears forming in your eyes. Pure rejection on your face could be seen from far away. You stood there for a while, blinked back the tears and turned on your heels and left the club. A minute later he got a message saying that you weren’t feeling good, and that you were heading back home. He let you walk alone, knowing that you needed it.

He couldn’t blame anyone really. It wasn’t Cody’s fault really. You can’t really force someone to love you, but Obi Wan still feels bad for you. And now he also feels angry at himself. “Take care of yourselves” you said, seeing them off before the mission. He understood the hidden message in it. ‘Take care of him’ you wanted to say, but since the 79’s you were backing away, letting the Commander have his space. You gave up on your feelings, or at least trying to, if that was even possible. And so he nodded, silently promising you that he will. So when Cody blocked him with his own body he hated himself to have to bring him hurt to you. And he knew that if there was someone in this forsaken Galaxy to be able to save him, it would be you, no matter how much that would hurt you. And seeing you in Rex’ arm, crying your eyes out, you knew it would take a while for you to stand strong once again after that blow.

“She will be, as always.”

***

He felt sick and tired. The second seemed to be a normal occurrence lately, however he rarely got sick. Never almost, thanks to that damn genetic bullshit. But now he felt physically sick. Everything hurt, including his bones. Do bones even hurt? As a cadet he normally suffered from muscle issues, whether something was pulled or they just hurt due to the training from hell. His head hurt like hell, but what was the most annoying was his stomach. He tried to open his eyes, but gave up when the light from the room brought even bigger pain to his already sensitive headache. So he moved his hand trying to at least feel where he was, if his eyes gave up on him.

But the moment he tried to move even his finger, he felt a weight on it. He tried again and then he felt a groan beside him. Something about it seemed familiar but he couldn’t put it together. He did however, heard the same person gasp and he heard them move, taking a weight out of his hand. He heard them walk somewhere but after a while they were back at his bed.

“Commander Cody, can you hear me?” He knew that voice, this soft tone and the familiar accent to his name that no one in GAR used. “Can you open your eyes?”

“The light”, he gasped, his throat dry. He opened his mouth, feeling something poking at the entrance of it. He guessed it right to be a straw and happily drank the water.

“I turned it off. Apologies I must have left it on”, he tried again and this time a blurry image of you showed up in front of him. You looked tired, more so than usual, but other than that a big smile was gracing your lips and he could slowly notice your eyes shining with happiness at just looking at him. “Can you see me?”

“Yeah, yeah I can Doc”, he whispered, his voice still weak, his throat was still incredibly dry despite the water. “What happened?” You started your ordinary check up he saw you doing hundreds of times. You checked his pupils, his chart and whatever the hell you were able to read from the beeping machinery next to his bed. You then moved his comforter away slowly and he then understood why stomach and chest hurt. “Doc, talk to me…” He murmured, not getting an answer to the first of his questions.

“Give me a minute, Commander. I need to check if everything is ok”, he nodded and let you work. He laid his head down and closed his eyes, not realizing that the next he would wake up would be about an hour later.

You checked his surgery scars and smiled softly, happy to see that nothing wrong was happening. The fact that he woke up so quickly after the surgery only brought her hope that he will only heal as quickly. She looked up to answer all his questions but smirked seeing him sleeping. It was good, he needed to rest, Maker knows he won’t have any of it once he leaves the hospital.

You sat down once again and held his hand. For just this short moment you wanted to feel close to him. It was unfair to him, you knew. He probably would have prepared to have his brothers next to him when he wakes up, but you knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea, even from a medical point of view. He needed the rest and quiet and you knew the Clones enough to know that they weren’t the most silent bunch of people. You sent a message to Rex and the Jedis to let them know he has woken up, but he would need to rest and will not be accepting any guests yet.

You looked down at your holding hands and sighed. At least they didn’t shake anymore. It was really pathetic, you were a medic, a doctor, for crying out loud and something like that shouldn’t leave you so scared and yet here you were. You’ve seen worse, you dealt with so much worse and yet here you are acting like a newbie.

You looked up at him and you felt your heart breaking into a million pieces. Cody and his brothers were giving up their lives. They never complained, they just followed their orders, did what was expected of them. They were trained for that, they were made like this and prepared to die. “We’re expendable after all.” You hated that saying. You rarely ever raised your voice, especially at the boys, but it was that one time when you screamed your heart out at Rex.

“What does that even mean!? Do you hear yourself? You are not expandable. None of you, not you, not Skywalker, not Fives, Waxer, Wolffe, not Commander Cody and not Kenobi! You are all the same and all mean the same to me. You are all humans, blood and bones. You all feel the same and hurt the same. So don’t you ever say anything like that ever again!”

You stormed out of that room as angry as you’ve never been, ignoring the surprised looks that the men in the room were giving you. You missed the way Cody followed you retreating figure, you missed how his eyes softened and a small smile appeared on his lips. And you definitely missed the way his heart skipped a beat when you defended them and called them as important as any other person here, even Jedi.

You knew how Clones were perceived by some people, but you would never let anything bad happen to them on your watch. That included shielding them from the hatred of the Galaxy if you had to. But you knew you couldn’t, you were just a little one person with no real powers in your hands. You weren’t even that good at shooting. And this was why you never really talked to Cody about your feelings. What would you be able to give him? He was the Marshall Commander of the Republic Force and you ? Just a medic, one of many doctors. One of many. You harshly chuckled even at your appearance. You spend most of your time in the hospital or medbay. You didn’t have time nor the energy to even try to look good. You wear comfortable clothes, even more cozy shoes, not to mention that the one time you ever wore make-up during this War was at that night in the 79’s. And even then, that didn’t work.

So you decided to keep on protecting them all. Protecting him from any bad things that would happen to them. But from the distance that he would never be able to see your heartbreak. It made you miserable, it made your nights filled with dreams of him, that you knew you had no right to dream about and your days just a little more miserable.

***

“You were shot near your breastbone, which resulted in both of your liver and lung being injured. Thankfully General Kenobi and the 501st were able to get you here as soon as possible. I needed to cut you open and fix you up pretty quickly.” You started to explain everything, when he woke up again. You helped him sit up and he was staring at you with that Commander's eyes, like he was being a part of a briefing. “You lost a lot of blood, so be prepared for some fatigue and headaches for a day or two. Your heart stopped twice, but I managed to get it back running. You have a strong, healthy heart there, Commander.” You tried to joke, but he didn��t seem to catch on or just well, didn’t seem to find you funny. Not sure which was more awkward at the moment. “You will need to stay put, preferably, here for a week or so…”

“A week!” he half shouted, staring at you. You knew he wouldn’t be happy, but that anger on his face was not what you expected. “We are in the middle of campaigns, I cannot just sit here and relax.”

“You are not just sitting and relaxing, Commander.” You started after a while of trying to focus again after his outburst. “You are healing. Did you miss the fact that your heart stopped twice? That is nothing to be taken lightly!”

“I cannot stay here that long! My men are counting on me, General Kenobi is waiting for me to join him. Do whatever you have to do to get me out of here sooner than that.” You widen your brow at his authoritative tone and anger in his eyes. The rational part of your mind was calming you that he wasn’t angry at you, but at the situation, but well you were never rational about your emotion.

“Sir”, that caught his attention. You’ve never called him that. There were times that his name slipped from your mouth, but not this. “I am not speeding the healing process along, only because you feel like your men can’t handle…”

“Listen here, L/N!” Another first one. You weren’t even sure he knew your last name. You always introduced yourself with your first name and made everyone just call you Doc, including him. “You have no idea how it’s out there. You’re sitting here in the safety of the hospitals and medbays, acting like you know all the answers. Don’t you dare accuse me I have no faith in my men. All you do here is sit in the secured facilities. You’re not one of us and…”

“Cody!” He paused hearing a voice behind you. It took him a while to realize what he just said. His eyes widened and he looked at you and he felt like the biggest jerk of all. For just a moment he was sure to notice tears in your eyes, the hurt those stupid words brought to you, but just as quickly as they seemed to appear, they disappeared and he was met with a serious, toned face, almost soldier-like. He didn’t know what happened to him. His head hurt and so did every part of his body. He knew you were right, he knew that, but the anger just rose inside of him and he couldn’t stop it. And so it escaped. Erupted into the one person that always cared about him and his brothers so much.

“You may hate me, Commander, but I will not let you leave the hospital until I decide that it’s time. I will not have anymore of your blood on my hands, Sir.” Saying that you turned around left, ignoring the pained expression on Kenobi’s and Rex’ face. You had to leave, as soon as possible. You needed to escape this place before any of them saw you cry, again. You were supposed to be strong, always ready to take care of them and yet here you were, defeated by words.

Back in the room, Cody was still staring at the same spot you stood second ago. His heart beating faster, anger rising in his chest again. This time he knew where he should direct it. At him, and only at himself. He didn’t mean any of that, he was tired, in pain and probably a bit drugged now. All the words he spoke were nothing but insecurities he felt towards himself. He knew you were the most competent medic in here. Maker, how many times have you saved his men’s lives and this time it was even his own life, and this was how he was paying you back for the kindness you showed.

“I’m happy to see you awake, my friend”, Kenobi started, walking into the room. He met Cody’s pain expression and knew that kicking an already defeated opponent was unfair, not to mention wasn’t really a Jedi way. “Y/N said you weren’t ready to see any guests yet, but we wanted to make sure you were alright.” The Commander watched as his General and Rex stood next to his bed.

“Apologies General, but it seems I will be cuffed to this bed for a while”, he started, looking down at his hands. He felt ashamed to look so weak not only in front of his brother but his commanding officer as well. He hated feeling powerless, it was his job to look strong and always ready for action and here we are. Not only did he lose his temper with you, but also was unable to really move by himself yet.

“Cody.” Obi Wan started, his hand on his shoulder. “You saved my life out there. The only thing I expect from you is to recover.” He smiled at the man, who finally looked up and then looked at Rex. “Well and apologize to Y/N.”

***

He quickly realized that the ones that truly see the true losses of the War, are the medics. The amount of injured coming into the facility was beyond Cody’s expectation. He watched as you maintained a cool persona, navigating the teams and people into necessary sections, to help those in need. He was impressed by the medics on the field, but what was happening here was on a completely other level. It was like an entirely different battlefield. The amount of times he saw you walking around with someone’s blood on your clothes was beyond him.

Despite the pure chaos and hell that was here, you still found time to come and check on him. When you came the next day to see him, he wasn’t quite sure if what he said really happened. You were smiling at him and the way you took care of him, was like nothing ever happened. However, he did realize quite early that this was just a facade, that you put to hide it from others that accompanied you. He found out that some of them were students or civilians that volunteered. He noticed that you were a patient and encouraging teacher to those that were much slower and less competent than you. He realized that you actually enjoyed teaching them and it fascinated him to watch you do it.

“Is it true you had to start Commander’s heart manually?” one of the girls asked and he noticed you tensing, glancing at him for a while. You sighed and nodded.

“Commander’s heart stopped twice during the surgery. The first time it stopped we restarted it with the equipment we had. However, the second time was during the time we found vulnuses on his lungs and liver. If we would use equipment there we would have probably compound the situation and his blood loss would have fastened. I do not wish any of you to have to do that. A heart is a very specific organ, to restart by a message requires an enormous amount of concentration and good touch to be able to control the power of the push.” The group listened with their mouths opened wide and if Cody was being honest with himself, so was he. He didn’t know, you had to do something like that. He had no idea that you were so precise and talented. “Now, the Commander needs to rest. Please go find Doctor Reishliva and see if she needs any help with her patients.” They all nodded and finally the two of you were left alone. Something you two tried to elude in all costs.

“Wait, please!” You stopped right before the doors, hearing his soft whisper. It was so quiet that you were sure you could just ignore it and if someone asked you’d just lie that you never heard him speak. But it wasn’t like you. So you sighed and turned around. Crossing your arms on your chest you waited. “I was a jerk.” He sighed and your eyes widened, not really expecting him to bounce back to that conversation between the two of you.

To your surprise Cody was a perfect patient for the past 2 days almost. He listened to his doctors and nurses and was even trying not to do too many reports while laying in bed. He was quiet and you were glad that he decided to listen to you. But something inside you was telling you he wasn’t listening to you, but General Kenobi. Well, it didn’t matter anyway as long as he was resting.

“What I’m trying to say is… I apologize for what I said. It was unfair of me to say it. I see now what you do is… Kriff, you are amazing. You and the whole medic team. You have your own battlefield here and…” You couldn’t help the little soft smile on your lips at how lost and awkward he was at the moment, trying to find the right words. “I was angry and in pain. I’m pretty sure my meds affected it someway as well. I’m not used to feeling so… powerless and in need of help. I’m a Commander, you know? I’m supposed to be strong and reliable and here I am…

“You saved Kenobi’s life, Cody. I don’t think you can be any more reliable.” His eyes met your when he realized you said his first name. “Your people respect you and care for you. You are an incredible soldier and a Commander. But I hate to bring it to you”, you chuckled and sat on the side of his bed and patted his hand. “You are just a human, and you will get hurt. And when we mortals get hurt, we need to rest.” He found himself smiling at your words and looked down at your hands. He turned it and clenched it in a grateful gesture. “I never claimed I understand how you, soldiers, feel when you’re out there. I’m not one, but as you can see, we also have our small little hell here and we do our best to make sure that when you leave this facility you will be able to handle anything that comes your way back at your own battlefield.”

“I’m not good with apologies. We Clones are not really programmed to do that”, Cody chuckled, but you frowned angrily at him.

“I really hate that word… programmed, like you’re not humans, like you’re not the same as I am.”

“Cause we’re not, Doc. We were created for one purpose only”, he started but you squeezed his hand harder and looked at him with the same anger and determination he noticed the last time you had a similar conversation with Rex.

“You are human, Commander. Trust me I had my hands inside of you. I felt your lungs, your liver, I know exactly how your heart looks and feels like and trust me you are 100% human the same as I am.” You turned towards him, to make sure he saw and heard you properly. “True you were brought into this world differently than me, but that does not matter. You are fighting for our freedom and you deserve all that is good. You feel the same way I do and hurt the same way. Your purpose only matters during the War. What after that? You are not droids, I know you all make your own decisions. When that War is finally over I’m sure you thought of how your life would look like.”

“Why do you care so much”, he finally asked and you opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. No one ever asked you that question. Rex accepted your outburst, and the Jedi thought the same way, so there was never a reason to think of it or question it.

“Someone has to if you don’t”, you murmured, looking away. You wanted to take your hand away, but he squeezed it back, not letting you go. Almost as if he knew you would run away. “I can’t stand the way you all see yourself. As some kind of tool in the hands of the Republic When I look at all of you, sure I see the same face, but all of you are so very different. Rex is a stern soldier, but deep down he is the softest man I know. Fives and Echo despite being reckless they are one of the best and most caring people I know. Wolffe has an incredible sense of humor when he’s not on the duty, while Kix is one of the best medic in the Clone army I have met. I look at you all, I observe and learn. Because you are all so very different from each other. You all have something extraordinary that just screams YOU.”

“What about me?” your babble stopped when Cody asked this one simple question. This is not how you expected this day to go. You hoped you wouldn’t have to talk to him one on one, having your students with you. You hoped to give him some space and here you both were. It was him now evading that space of yours and you didn’t know what to do. That conversation became so personal so very quickly, making you feel so vulnerable all of a sudden. You knew you had two options. First, to play it fair. Say something diplomatic, general and move on from there, pretending like that never happened. Or option two, be honest. With him and with yourself. Say outloud all these things that your heart has been hiding for all that time. None of the actions seemed right, both of them were trailing behind the possibilities or offending him or making a complete fool of yourself. You still weren’t sure what was worse. And so you closed your eyes and decided to free your heart from at least one burden.

“I see a man that cares so much about others, that forgets to care for himself.” You started quietly, looking down at your hands, unable to look straight at his eyes. “I see an incredible soldier with skill beyond compare. I see a man that has respect for both his own men but all the Jedis as well. But what is more important I see a kind hearted man that would protect his people with his own body. I see a man that is loyal, honest and reliable. Some would say that your conscientiousness would mean you are boring, but I have seen you and known you for a while to know that it is so far from the truth. I saw you laughing and enjoying yourself. But what’s most important is that you are honest, trustworthy, humble and so, so very kind.” your nerves got better of you and you didn’t even control the words that were coming out of your mouth. Not realizing, you started to anxiously play with his hand, trying so hard not to look at him, because you knew it would be the end for you. All the courage you gathered would evaporate.

“You’re very kind, Doc. But I think you’re overestimating me here” he chuckled nervously, stopping your hand from the anxious playing. “I’m not as good as you portray me as.”

“I wouldn’t have fallen for someone who isn’t good.” You choked wishing you had some abnormal power to just turn back time. But you didn’t. You were just a mere human, who ran her mouth when nervous. This is not how this day was supposed to look. You weren’t supposed to tell him how you feel. Never. He was a soldier, a Commander. You had no right to do so, to force him to hear you out.

“You what ?” You opened your mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing seems to be formulated. Your head was empty, except for the fear. Fear of being rejected in just a straightforward way. You didn’t want him to hate you, to turn around and just completely stop interrupting with you. You were both in the middle of the War. There was no place for romance, for love. “Y/N” His voice was soft and so quiet, like he was talking to a scared animal, afraid to startle it. “Look at me please.” You closed your eyes like a child, believing that as long as you don’t see the problem it just simply doesn’t exist. You took a deep breath and finally looked up to meet with his soft eyes. He was smiling slightly and your heart skipped a bit at it.

“It’s silly really”, you started to explain, feeling a momentary hope that maybe it wouldn’t turn out as bad as you predicted. “We are at War and I know that there is no place for feelings. I was good at hiding it for so long, I should not have said anything, I’m sorry.”

“How long?” You looked down and rolled your eyes. You should really shut up and just keep quiet and never say anything at all towards the man. “How long have you felt something for me?”

“A while… It’s hard to pinpoint any moment, you know ?” You chuckled nervously and stood, happy that Cody let you go this time. “But seeing the awkwardness on your face I can predict your answer to my feelings.” He winced and you smiled sadly. You forced this man into such an awkward situation. This should never have happened. You should have known that nothing would ever happen, and bringing it up only increased stiffness and only brought maladroit to the already imperfect situation.

“I’m honored, Y/N, really.” You bit your lips not to bark a laugh at the formality of it all. Honoured. Yes this was definitely Cody for you. “I’m sorry, I never realized you were interested in me in that way. I… never looked at you that way and I’m not sure I would ever be able to.” He searched your eyes and furrowed his brow trying to think of a way to say all that he felt right now. “I’m a soldier, you know? We haven’t really been taught what love and these kinds of feelings are and… Kriff”, He mumbled and you took a deep breath, sitting back on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

“Love isn’t something you can be taught about. Love is a feeling, it's when you wake up and go to sleep thinking of that person, when you try something new and think whether that person would like it. It's a special feeling, a one you would never be able to miss if it happened to you.” His eyes widened, realizing the implication of your words. It was so kind of him to try and make it easy for you, for which you will always be grateful to him. “And definitely, love is not something you can force on someone else, so there is absolutely nothing you have to be sorry for. I should be the one apologizing to you, for forcing you into this gauche conversation.” Another nervous chuckle left your lips and you smiled at him. This time it was a forced, pretend smile. No this one was the most true smile you send anyone in a very long time. “I’m not a kid, either, Cody. I understand rejection and I promise you to act like an adult about it. Thank you for being honest with me.” You clenched his hands and got up to leave the room, before any tears would fall from your eyes. “I’ll check on you later, make sure you rest for the rest of the day, Commander.” And you left, missing the way he clenched his jaw at the title and how his face turned into a painful expression. You left, sending a message to Granch to take over for a while. You were an adult, but rejection was still a rejection and this one hurt particularly badly.

#commander cody #commander cody x reader #unrequited love #angst #star wars #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #i'm sorry #it will get better

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how do you come up with poses? i spend too much time trying to come up with natural and dynamic poses like urs :o

I'm an animator so I've had a lot of practice drawing things in actual dynamic (...ish) motion or in anticipation of motion, so I'm familiar with weight interacting with forms. I was also in theater acting for 5 years so I'm partial to intentional, concise body movement (clear silhouette/ able to be seen from the nosebleed seats) Which helps in identifying expression. (Arms big and wide for a bombastic character, everything close to the body and turned away from people for someone who's meeker or doesn't want to be seen, yadda yadda) Lucky for me both of these things can be found in comics. Comics/Manga are what I've always looked to for posing, making static drawings feel like they have dynamic movement is key for guiding the eye on a page full of dialogue bubbles, and giving us the feeling of living characters actually moving through space. Tuesday Tips from Griz and Norm has always been a useful resource for me in handling anatomy, which I suggest you have a good grasp of. I have a reference folder of like, thousands of screenshots from manga or stuff I think has a well-drawn anatomy (It's mostly all Naruto hehe) Sometimes I'll do gesture drawing WITH those reference pictures, just don't use them as a jumping-off point, a lot of anatomy is broken when it comes to simplifying the form for clarity or emphasis of energy (punching and kicking and the like) idk I've drawn alot. of people.

Things here: Griz & Norm (from their tumblr) Dungeon Meshi (HUGELY recommend, Ryoko Kui is so awesome and cool) Naruto (also recommend, this whole manga is about jumping around and fighting so. Yeah. Anatomy Anatomy Anatomy) Hellboy: The Wild Hunt by Mike Mignola My Hero Academia (guy I don't really like but can draw like a crazy person) Mujirushi by Naoki Urasawa (guy I REALLY like who can draw like a crazy person) AKIRA by Katsuhiro Otomo Blue Giant by Shin'ichi Ishizuka (I am biased because this is about a Sax player) Idk I could make an even longer list but this wasn't an ask for that, hopefully, I answered part of your question.

#art tips #long post #I like talking about the things I enjoy sorry #but I will do it again #Sorry also if I sound like a broken record about anatomy #It's one of my favorite subjects and also really important #I think #t

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just-somedude · 1 year

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Alright im a girl who does not do any exercise and shit. I tried doing push ups but failed. My upper arms literally shake when I go up. It hurts?? I didn't knew push ups were this hard to do??

Pushups are deceptively hard, most bodyweight exercises are, and that's ok! What hurts? If it's your shoulders then it could be that you're putting too much stress on them, your hands may need to be in a different position. If it's just muscle pain, it's probably because you aren't used to the movement, but if it feels like joint pain or stiffness, you may need to adjust so as not to injure yourself.

There are many types of pushups that put emphasis on different parts of the upper body, a military pushup for example is done with your hands and elbows close to your body, and it targets your triceps (the muscles in your arms we use to push things) more, whereas a "regular" pushup (with your hands wider and elbows pushing out) will put emphasis your chest (it's also easier because it recruits more muscles and what I'd recommend to a beginner).

If you can't do a normal pushup, that's okay too, start with "cheat" pushups where your knees are on the ground, and slowly work your way up to 15 of those in a row. Once you can do 15 of them, try switching to the regular pushup, or maybe doing it on an incline (with your hands on a bench instead of the ground, eventually you want to be able to do it on the ground too).

The shaking of the arms is the muscles being pushed to their limit, it's normal, mine do the same when I'm trying to get that one last rep in. Make sure to keep your core tight and don't let your butt stick up too much, nor let it sag to the ground, as this won't technically be a pushup.

Working out is the one thing I know A LOT about so if you have questions feel free to ask :)

#asks

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duskholland · 3 years

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Ritual || Boxer!Tom Smut

boxer!tom x reader — smut.

summary ↠ with the championship fight less than two weeks away, tom adopts a series of frustrating pre-match rituals.... based off the request ↠ ‘boxer!tom refuses to have sex for two weeks before a big match then he wins a belt and becomes the top boxer and his s/o patches him up like she does after every match, but it quickly turns into really intense victory sex with dom!tom’ I changed a couple bits but this is pretty much the same :)) warnings ↠ this gets very, very smutty. for that reason, 18+ pls !! extended nsfw warnings are beneath the cut but this spirals into v intense smut. so just. watch out pls. word count ↠ 8k a/n ↠ I almost died when I wrote this. truly. I felt a piece of my soul leave my body. sheeeesh. anyway uh... this was a lot of fun to write! I found out so many fun facts about sports psychology whilst researching this, so thanks boxer!tom for enlightening me on the fun world of pre-match-rituals. enjoy!

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extended nsfw warnings: fem masturbation, oral (fem and male receiving), mentions of vibrating egg, edging and denial, dirty talk, reader definitely has a pain kink (...): biting, spanking + hair pulling, face-fucking, dom!tom, rough sex™️, shower shenanigans, doggy-style, unprotected sex — please wrap before you tap if you do this irl thank you very very much !!

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Thump. Smack. Thump.

Tom’s fists rain down over the punching bag, and there’s a metallic clicking sound as the object goes spinning in the air. You watch as he pirouettes around the bag, dodging its movements between swings, getting in hit after hit after hit. He slowly works his way around the object, his face screwed into an expression of empowered determination as he alternates which bright red glove he uses to pound against the fabric.

You sigh, loudly, the sound dying in the near-empty gym. There’s just something about Tom in the days preceding a fight that makes you squirm.

He’s different. Still the man you know and love so effortlessly, but heightened in the most attractive ways. His senses pull sharper, his jaw carrying a firm line to it, his eyes like roaring fires. As Tom pounds his fists against the bag, his sweaty brown curls stick to the top of his forehead, contrasting the bright pink tones staining his cheeks. You watch the muscles in his arms tense and flex, pale skin on display due to the tight black vest that clings tightly to his torso. You know if he turned around properly, you’d be able to make out the sunken lines of his abs, packed rigidly with muscle.

You bite your lower lip, stifling a moan. You find Tom attractive enough under normal conditions, let alone when he’s like this: eyes glowing with determination, body burning with passion as he takes swing after swing at the punching bag like he’s got a personal vendetta against it.

“Having fun?”

You startle, clutching at your chest as you turn around to look at Harrison Osterfield, Tom’s sports psychologist. A frown instantly springs out across your mouth, and you reach up to begrudgingly take the bottle of water he offers you.

“I hate you,” you grunt. You sit up a little straighter before leaning back against the wall. You’re waiting for Tom to finish his workout, sitting on one of the benches in the gym. You’d started out the session sparring together, but you’d called quits after twenty minutes against him. Unlike Tom, you don’t have the biggest fight of your career in two weeks—and, honestly, you enjoy watching him like this more than you enjoy trying to keep up with him in the ring.

Harrison frowns as he drops to sit beside you, nudging your shoulder.

“I’m wounded, love,” he says, smirking at you. “What have I done this time?”

You roll your eyes. “You know exactly what you’ve done, Haz.”

Harrison raises an eyebrow, tutting. “You know this is for the best, Y/N.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Fuck the best.”

When Harrison had joined Tom’s team at the start of the season, he’d come boasting all the new sciences of a young university graduate. He’d suggested Tom adopt a series of rituals to help him focus before a big match—small things, initially, like taking cold showers and limiting the time he spends on his phone. Yet, as the competition has progressed and Tom has risen further and further up the ranks, the rituals have grown more intense, more focused. It’s reached the point that now, two weeks before the big match, Tom has reached his final form. As instructed, he visits the sauna every other day, receives daily massages from the most esteemed sports therapists in Europe, drinks multiple cups of pure, fresh herbal tea a day. There are no distractions—his phone is permanently on silent, he’s cut out naps, he’s eliminated music. No distractions, no impurities, no sex.

No sex, because according to Harrison, nothing gets adrenaline rushing and frustration festering like an extended period of denial. No sex, which is a problem, for you, because Tom has never looked as fit as he does now, launching himself at the punching bag, sweat dripping down his forehead. His biceps flex and bulge and you have to cross your legs as you tighten your grip on the water bottle.

“He’ll win,” Harrison mutters, lowly. You glance towards him, taking in the sight of the older man with his face doused in the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym. “He’s good. Got the best form I’ve ever seen.” He lowers his voice, glancing at you shrewdly. “Don’t distract him, alright? He’s on fire.”

You grumble something incoherent beneath your breath before sighing and sitting up straighter.

“It’s fucked that you get to decide when I get laid, Haz. You know that, right?”

He raises an eyebrow, cheeks blushing a light pink. “Uh, well, I didn’t actually know that he’d go through with that part of it,” Harrison admits. “But if it works, don’t knock it. He wants to win.”

You sit back, resting your shoulders against the wall as you groan. “I want him to win, too,” you say. You look down at your fingers, playing with some of the rings sitting behind your knuckles. “I think it’ll kill him if he doesn’t.”

Both of you look back at Tom, who’s ditched the gloves. You watch him talk with his coach, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he nods, looking focused as he listens to the pointers and tips. You release a relieved sigh as Tom’s coach pats him on the back and walks off, leaving Tom to pick up his towel and his bottle before sauntering over to you and Harrison.

“Hi.” Tom tosses his stuff onto the bench before reaching for your hands. He pulls you up easily and quickly, causing you to squeal as you find yourself in his arms. He’s hot, his entire body flushed with the sweaty, adrenaline-filled afterglow of a good, long workout, and you laugh as he dives down to kiss your neck, soft curls tickling you. “Missed you, darling.”

He works his way up your neck, nibbling softly at your skin before pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your chin, and then, finally, your mouth. It’s light, but then you push against him eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him deeper. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you moan happily as you enjoy the feeling of Tom, his skin warm and flushed, his pulse vibrating against you, and his mouth, coming over yours again and again.

“I’m right here,” Harrison mutters, speaking up from behind you. You groan, give Tom a final kiss, and then begrudgingly pull back.

“Sorry,” you call out, stepping closer to Tom as you turn your head to look at Harrison. Tom’s arms come around your waist, and he holds you nearer, humming as he presses his face into your shoulder. “You can always leave.”

Harrison rolls his eyes as he flips you off, causing Tom to chuckle.

“Y/N,” Tom mumbles, voice fond. “Harrison can stay if he wants to stay. I was thinking we could all go get dinner or something.”

To your relief, Harrison is quick to shake his head. He pulls on his jacket as he looks between you and Tom, his eyes lingering on you for a moment as they twinkle with amusement.

“It’s fine. I’ll leave you both alone. I think Y/N’s had enough of me, anyway.” He’s teasing, and you all know it, but you still throw out an easing pout as you shrug.

“Night, Haz,” you say, leaning further into Tom, who echoes your sentiments. As soon as Harrison’s gone, Tom spins you in his arms, his brown eyes bright and glowing with adoration. He kisses you again, and you sigh as you melt further into him, the spark in the pit of your stomach roaring back to life as Tom’s tongue teases your lower lip.

“Come shower with me,” Tom murmurs, hands roaming your back. He pecks the side of your mouth a few times as you hum.

“I can’t,” you find yourself saying, though it pains you considerably. Tom abruptly stops his kisses.

“Why not?” He pouts, pulling back to stare at you. He looks a little bit like an injured puppy, eyes wide with hurt. He squeezes your waist for emphasis.

“We’re in the two-week window, Tom,” you remind him. You reach up, lightly cupping his very hot, very sweaty face, in your palm. “You know we can’t.”

He groans, then dramatically lets his forehead fall to rest on your shoulder. You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you let him pout and rub his back.

“I love you,” he says, after a moment. He pulls back, kissing your neck briefly before sighing. “Thanks for putting up with this.”

“It’s okay.” You bite your lip, tilting your head to the side as you examine him carefully. “It’s kind of hot. You get so frustrated.”

Tom just narrows his eyes, staring at you with an expression mixed between amusement and frustration.

“Go on, champ,” you say, pushing his shoulder gently. “Go shower so we can go home, yeah?”

Tom begrudgingly steps back, opening and closing his mouth a few times as if he’s going to try and change your mind again, but he doesn’t. As much as you know he wants to drag you into a steamy cubicle, his desire to win his match is stronger.

“Be back soon, darling,” he says. “Don’t miss me too much.”

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The days burn by slowly.

About a week in, you find yourself snapping. You always try to adopt pseudo-chastity with Tom, feeling a little guilty every time you sneak your hand between your legs and chase the highs he can only dream about finding. Yet, you end up reaching breaking point and giving in to temptation one evening, alone in your flat. Tom’s out late at the gym, at the point in the regime where he’s spending most of his days hauled up in the large building, and you just can’t help yourself: you’re so horny.

If you asked him to get you off, you know he’d agree, never wanting to deny you anything. Tom loves you, loves watching you fall apart for him, loves the power trip that comes with knowing your pleasure is in his hands, but you’d just feel too mean. His refusal to have sex in the lead up is as much psychological as it is anything else—you know he finds energy in the ritual, finds aggressive, fiery hormones in the fourteen days of denial. You’d never want to put him in the position where he got tempted to break, no matter how badly you want to cum.

So, you decide to take care of your ache yourself. Or, at least, you try to.

You start off strong. Teasing yourself over your panties, drawing your fingers over the front of your covered sex. You let your eyes flutter shut as you think about Tom, recounting some of the last few sessions you’ve witnessed at the gym. You think about him, his biceps flexing and curling, the subtle curves of his long, slender fingers, his mouth. His features blur, and you find yourself moaning as you dip your fingers beneath the soft cotton and start to stroke your folds. You circle your clit for a while before dipping down to your entrance, touching the pool of your arousal and groaning as you wet your fingers. As your arousal starts to build, you tease your clit, accompanying the action with your other hand after a while. It feels good—so, so good—as you tease your g-spot with your fingers, keeping your thumb on your clit, edging, and edging, and edging, and—

You can’t cum.

A frown settles on your face as you start to grow frustrated. You try to change things up, slowing your movements, letting the high ebb away before trying again. Instead of reaching climax like you crave, you find yourself resting on the edge instead. You’re aroused, your cunt throbbing, your clit tingling, but you can’t quite get there. It’s frustrating.

You’re so caught up in your irritation that you miss the loud slam of the front door, too absorbed in the sounds of your wetness to hear Tom’s yell of greeting. Your eyes are shut as your boyfriend enters the bedroom. You’re not aware he’s home until you hear him tutting, his voice stacked full of amusement and lust. Your eyelids flutter open, and you find yourself looking at him, wide-eyed like a deer stuck in the headlight.

“T-Tom,” you whimper, your movements stilling. You have your legs spread wide open, two fingers buried in your heat, your other hand draped over your bud. A shy smile finds its way across your lips as you batter your eyelashes at him, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of your boyfriend, drowning in a black hoodie and tight blue denim jeans. His hair lies in fresh, air-dried curls, his eyes dark pools of lust. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Tom repeats, imitating your tone. He pushes himself away from the bedroom wall, walking towards you like a lion stalking his prey. You whimper when he reaches down to touch your leg, sliding his hand over your shin teasingly. His eyes glint as he hears you, gaze fixed on the spot between your legs where your hands have stilled. “Oh, please don’t stop on my account, darling,” he teases, smirking. “Keep going. Just because I can’t have fun, doesn’t mean you should have to suffer too.”

You bite your lip, recognising all too well the teasing glint in his eye.

“I can’t,” you admit, shifting around on the mattress as Tom kneels on the end of the bed. Both of his hands are on your legs now, slowly, teasingly, dragging his touch up your shins. Your breath hitches as he slowly works his way up, dipping his head so he’s able to kiss each of your knees, his lips warm and tender.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

He’s lying down, settled between your legs, slowly kissing up the inside of one of your thighs. It’s hard to concentrate with him so close to your centre.

“Can’t get there,” you mutter, slowly pulling both of your hands away from your mound, leaving you exposed. Tom leans up, raising his eyebrows until you offer him the fingers you’d had buried inside your entrance. He hums as he sucks on your fingers, the sight of him making you moan softly. “I get so close, but I can’t get over the edge.”

Tom licks at the tips of your fingers before releasing them, smirking slowly. “What a shame,” he drawls, sounding the opposite. Both of his hands go to the soft sides of your thighs, and you let him pry your legs apart. He’s so close to your cunt that you can feel his warm breath fanning out across your bud, your folds, your entrance. “Looks like neither of us can cum this week, hmm?”

Before you can reply, Tom drops his head and buries it between your legs. You cry out, sensitive from your edging, your clit throbbing as you feel his tongue, warm and wet, circling the bud. His hands push your hips back down, holding you firmly in place as he moans, drawing his mouth all over your sex.

“Stay still, darling,” he murmurs, voice thick. He glances up at you, a wild look in his eyes. “Be a good girl and let me have a little taste.”

Your eyes roll back, and you try to lie as still as possible. Tom’s fingers slip into your cunt, exploring your passage, curling up against your g-spot as you whimper.

“So good,” you moan, already feeling your climax twitching in the pit of your stomach. One of your hands goes down to grab at his hair, digging into his curls and keeping his face exactly where you need it, and the other fists the sheets. Your chest rises and falls, your heavy pants mixing with the sounds of Tom’s fingers, fucking your wet heat, and his tongue, teasing the life out of your tender clit. “Please, please.”

“Hmm, you don’t want to cum, do you?” Tom’s words are coupled with a gradual slow in his pace, and you feel your orgasm drifting away as he stills his fingers. He laps over your clit a final time before sitting up a little straighter, looking at you straight on as his chin glistens. “If I don’t get to cum, it doesn't seem fair that you do either, does it?”

His voice is hypnotising, and when his free hand goes to rub warm circles on your inner thigh, you find yourself nodding, transfixed.

“I- I guess.”

Tom smirks, dropping his lips so he can kiss your clit, lightly.

“Are you going to wait for me, sweetheart?” He asks, pink lips puffy and inflamed.

You bite your lip. “Tom,” you whimper, frowning when he lets his fingers pull away from your heat. You watch as he licks his digits clean, still with that wide, confident smirk on his face.

“Hm?” Tom kisses your thigh. “I can make you cum, if you really want to, darling. Just thought it might be nice to do this together.” He rolls both of his hands over your legs, battering his eyelashes at you. “Promise I’ll make it worth your while. Just think about how good it’ll be to wait until next Saturday.” He pushes himself up your body, anchoring himself with a strong arm either side of your head as he suspends himself above you. Tom kisses you, roughly, but only for a moment, letting your lips pull apart when he feels you trying to slip your tongue into his mouth. “Let’s do this together, yeah?”

You hum, thinking on it for a moment, but the scent of his cologne and his fresh shampoo scramble your mind. You find yourself nodding, distracted by the glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you agree, rolling your eyes when he grins. “We’ll do it together.”

“Good girl.” Tom kisses you, grinning against your lips. “This is going to be fun.”

———

If you’d thought the sex ban was difficult to cope with in the first week, it only gets harder in the second. After giving Tom the green light to have his way with you, he seems to channel all his frustration into you—or, more specifically, into making you as frustrated as possible. He teases you, makes you squirm, beg, cry, letting his mouth wander over your sex or his fingers explore you, any time, any place he feels like it. He never allows you to roll over your edge, just watches, usually smirking, as you try to convince him to let you climax, only to kiss you, softly, and pull away each time.

It happens in the locker room—he pushes you up against the metallic lockers and slips his fingers into you, whispering gentle words with sinful intent.

“Gonna stay quiet for me, darling? Cunt feels so desperate... So tight, so hot. Fucking snug around my fingers, aren’t you? Shh… I know, I know. Feels good for you too, doesn’t it?”

In the showers, when you’re both hot and steamy—Tom drops to his knees and slings one of your thighs over his shoulder, nuzzling his face into your heat.

“Wish I could taste this pussy for the rest of my life, love. Tastes like paradise.”

It even happens in the gym, when he pushes a vibrating egg into you and enjoys teasing you, never warning you before he ups the pace of the bullet, watching with that signature mischievousness on his face.

“Don’t get all shy now, love… I can see the way you’re squirming for me. Bet you’re making a mess in those panties, hmm? Yeah… You can’t hide from me.”

It drives you crazy—beyond crazy. If you thought you’d been mad at Harrison before, you’re practically incandescent with rage by the time fight night comes around.

As your frayed arousal combines with the nerves of the big night, you find yourself alone with Tom, half an hour before the most important match of his career. Your priorities have shifted, your mood sobered by the situation.

“Visualise it,” you murmur, voice soft. You roll your hands over Tom’s shoulders. “Think about how good it’ll feel to hold that belt in your hands.”

Tom hums. He’s sitting on one of the hard wooden benches in the locker room. You’re kneeling behind him, occasionally dropping your lips to kiss the top of his head. After months of supporting him before a fight, you know exactly what he needs: you, touching him, grounding him. He doesn’t like distractions so near to the fight, which is why he has his eyes closed. Whenever he opens them, it’s only to look at the bright red gloves settled in his lap. You know that he appreciates you, even when he’s unable to vocalise it, too lost in his thoughts.

“You’ve trained your whole life for this moment, Tom. You deserve it.”

It’s a mantra. Harrison had taught it to you. Small words of affirmation, repeated softly over the lead-up, speaking them into existence. Tom hums, listening intently.

“You’re going to win,” you speak, your own eyes shut. You focus on the feeling of his shoulders, packed firm with muscles between your hands. “You’re going to win, and then you’re going to fuck me.”

Tom shifts, his posture straightening a little, and your eyes widen as you realise you’ve let your inner thoughts interrupt the ritual.

“I don’t think that’s on Harrison’s script, darling,” he mutters, voice amused.

You reach forward, drawing one of your hands over his forehead. Your fingers play with his hair, and you scrunch up your nose as you chastise yourself for your deviation.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Just fucking horny. Your fault.”

“Mm, sorry.” Tom grunts when you pull on his hair a little harder, and you repeat the action. “Fuck, love.” He groans louder and tilts his head to the side, exposing the pale column of his neck. “Give me a hickey?”

You oblige, dipping your head so you can rest your lips on his neck. “Where?” You ghost your lips over varying points on his skin, teasing him with light nibbles.

“There,” Tom mutters. One glance at his face confirms he’s still got his eyes shut. When you give in to his desire and start to suck a deep hickey to his skin, he grunts and reaches up to grab at your hands, squeezing your fingers roughly. “Shit.”

“There you go,” you say, voice soft as you pull back.

“Thanks, love,” Tom mutters. “Want to wear it in the ring. Good luck charm.”

You bite your lip, your centre throbbing as you listen to him. You kiss the mark, stained dark against his skin.

“You’ve got this, Tom,” you whisper, redirecting your lips to his ear. His neck prickles with goosebumps when you kiss his earlobe, softly. “You’re going to win, then you’re going to come back, and we’ll celebrate together. Okay?”

Tom’s still holding your hands, firm and eager, and you smile against his neck when he squeezes them.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I’ll win. I’ll do it for you.”

You kiss the back of his head, his soft curls gentle against your cheeks.

“Love you, champ.”

He coaxes one of your hands to his face and kisses the back of your palm.

“Love you too, darling.”

———

The atmosphere sharpens when Tom gets out to the ring.

It’s a big match. The press is here, the fight streamed live to thousands of people across the world. As Tom strides into the ring to take on his opponent, you settle at the side of it, looking up through the ropes with Harrison by your side.

Tom starts off strong—a few hard jabs here, some quick punches there. He dodges and rolls, his bright red gloves raining down over his opponent. Yet, both Tom and his rival are the best of their class, so it’s a nail-biting half-hour spent with your fingers crossed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he throws everything he has into the ring.

When they break halfway through the match for a few minutes of respite, you’re quick to slip up into the ring and assist Tom’s trainer as they patch up his injured hand. Tom doesn’t say anything, his teeth frozen in the hard white mouth guard, but he squeezes your hand before you step out again, and you know he’s still in there.

The second half only gets more intense—both of them knowing how close the match is, and adjusting accordingly. Tom and his opponent are more reckless, more brutal, and you watch your boyfriend take risks he’d promised to never try to take. It leaves you an anxious mess, but you can’t help but watch him in awe.

Tom’s time in the ring is a performance, beautifully violent, elegantly composed. Spit sprays, sweat drips, blood rolls. He’s loud—very vocal, his sounds almost brutish. His eyes glint black, brown curls stiff with sweat, face on fire. You find it incredibly attractive to watch him in his element, not just because he physically looks incredible, but also because he’s so utterly committed to his trade that everything else fades away. His passion burns, scorches the ground, ripples over his opponent, and in the end, Tom rises, and his rival sinks.

It’s close, and though you have the suspicion that your boyfriend might have snagged it, you hold your breath until it’s confirmed. Your grip on Harrison’s hand is so tight that he curses, but you don’t release it until the MC yells Tom’s name as champion and thrusts his arm triumphantly into the air.

The arena explodes. Your ears ring as you clap and cheer, tears of pride pooling in your eyes. The first thing Tom does is turn around, looking at you with an expression of elated shock on his face. Then, after accepting the belt and speaking a few hurried words of thanks into the microphone of the leading journalist, he comes straight to you.

“Tom!” You exclaim, shaking from emotion. It’s a blend of adrenaline, pride and nerves, cooling your body, making you quiver. Tom reaches down from the ring and grabs both of your hands, jerking you up to him. You dodge past the ropes, almost tripping in his haste, but he grabs you.

Still with the bright stage lights blinding the ring, Tom sweeps you into a deep, passionate kiss, his hot hands burning into your waist. You release a loud noise of surprise, taken entirely off-guard but rolling with the punches. Tom pushes you back against the ropes of the ring as your hands curl into his sweaty hair, and your brief hope that they’ve stopped broadcasting live is set aside as Tom comes closer, caging you in with his buff arms. It’s messy and dirty, his tongue twisting against yours, lips firm, intense, but it’s everything. As you let go of the tension you’d been harbouring all evening, another very prominent emotion burns to the surface: arousal.

“I fucking did it,” Tom breathes finally, forehead pushed to yours. He sounds so proud of himself that it makes you smile, tears reappearing in your eyes as you nod.

“You did,” you confirm. You pull on his hair and push him back so you’re able to see his eyes, dark and hungry. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

He stares into your eyes for a moment, and then kisses you again, with so much intensity it knocks your breath from your lungs. When he pulls back, he uses one very hot hand to cup your cheek, holding you tightly.

“I have to do some interview shit,” Tom says, grimacing. He tilts his head at the championship belt, which now lies on the floor of the ring, discarded. He’s smirking as he brings his gaze back to you. “Meet me in the locker room? Ten minutes.”

You nod.

“Don’t be late.”

———

You wait for Tom in the team’s locker room, taking the time to lock all of the side doors that lead out from the room. His team has been around the two of you for long enough to know that it’s best to give you a wide berth in the few hours after Tom’s won a match, but you can never be too sure. Once you’re finished with that, you go to the liberty of pulling off your shoes, your jumper, and all the jewellery you’d put on for the night.

Then, you wait.

You wait, and you think about how magnificent Tom had looked as he’d fought, arms flexing, jaw set firm in a focused grimace. You rewatch the scenes of him thrusting the belt into the air, yelling elatedly. You think about how fucking mad he’s made you feel over the last two weeks, edging you and denying you, over and over again. It feels as though you’ve been permanently aroused for seven days straight, and now is no exception: just from spending all evening ogling him, you can feel your arousal wetting the front of your panties.

“Fuck,” Tom exclaims, suddenly bursting into the locker room. You turn around to watch him sling the championship belt over his shoulder as he hurries to flick the lock on the main door, knowing the routine as well as you. When he gets it, he turns and stalks over to you, picking up into a jog. “That took so fucking long,” he groans. He throws the belt away and pulls you from the bench, pushing you until your back bumps up against one of the metal lockers. Tom grins, his nose pressing to yours as he smothers you, hands back on your hips, forehead to yours, breath spreading over your face. “Couldn’t wait to get back here and see you.”

You draw your hands over his back, feeling his muscles tense and flex.

“Just see me?” You ask, ghosting your lips over his.

Tom tightens his grip on your waist. “No,” he mutters darkly. He kisses you, only for a second, but very hard. “Couldn’t wait to get back here, rip your clothes off, and finally give you everything you deserve.”

“Everything I deserve?” You raise your eyebrows, running your hands lower. “I think you deserve more, baby.” You smirk against his lips. “You just won the biggest fight of your life.”

“That’s true…” Tom steps back, only for a moment, and you watch as he reaches beneath the waistband of his gym shorts and grunts. A second later, he pulls out the hard protective cup that shields his lower half from injury in the ring, and he groans, loudly, his forehead pressing to yours. “I’m so fucking hard, darling,” he whines. He steps closer, and you feel him, stiff as a rod, pressing into your thigh. “Need to get it out of me.”

You nod, your head moving back as Tom runs a hand over your throat and tilts it to the side. His lips attack your neck, biting hard kisses to the side of your throat that make you moan, your pulse feeling strong between your legs.

“Shit,” you curse. “Get in the shower.”

Tom sucks a harsh hickey just below your ear before pulling back to wiggle his eyebrows. “The shower, eh?”

“Yeah.” You step out of his hold and start to tear off your clothes, your skin rippling with heat. “Gonna suck you off.” You fling your t-shirt to the ground and roll down your jeans, watching as Tom does the same. “Then… Then, you can fuck me… Shit, I’m definitely going to need you to fuck me.” You throw your bra aside and then push down your panties, the waistband rolling in on itself due to your speed. “I’m so wet, Tom.”

“You don’t need to convince me,” Tom says, eyes taking in your bare form. “Been dreaming about feeling you again, love.” He finally pulls down his boxers, and his hard cock springs out. “Two weeks is far too long. Get over here.”

Tom grabs your hand and tugs you into one of the wide shower cubicles. Both of you curse as he turns the valve and the water comes out freezing cold, but the stark contrast to the raging fire burning up your insides is nice.

You kiss him for a while, as the two of you get soapy and Tom washes away the grime. His skin is soft beneath your hands and the noises he makes as you massage his dodgy shoulder would be erotic enough without the presence of his cock, hard and leaking precum, resting between your thighs. You make out for a while, savouring every moment and enjoying the fact you’re now able to kiss him for longer than two seconds without worrying about exciting him too much. It’s still just as intense as before, but less hurried, and more passionate—Tom’s fingers pushing your damp hair out of your face, water droplets rolling down your figures. To be so bare in front of him and have him so ravenous for you makes you want him more than anything.

“Get back,” you murmur, pushing his shoulders. Tom obeys, his body pressing against the yellow tiled wall. You run a trail of kisses down his torso, paying attention to both of his pecs before his abs, then his v-line. Your knees bend, and you kneel on the floor, kissing up his thighs briefly before finally taking him in hand.

“Fuck-” Tom yells. His hands wind into your hair, flat palms grasping at your skull when you drag your tongue over his tip. “Been so long, love, I won’t last long at all.”

You hum as you tenderly lick over his head, absorbing his salty precum and moaning at the taste. “I know,” you say, your hand slowly tugging his length. You give his tip a chaste kiss as you blink up at him, smiling innocently. “I don’t want you to last long. I want you to cum down my throat.” Very slowly, you envelop his tip in your mouth, bobbing your head gently. You pull back after only a few moments, needing to add, “Want you to fuck my face, Tom.”

Your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your cheek, his voice strained from the way your hand is pumping his lower shaft. “Are you sure? Might not be gentle.”

“Yeah.” You nod your head too. “Want it rough. ‘M so fucking horny, and so are you. Want you to make my throat ache tomorrow.”

Tom curses, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re so sexy,” he whines, slapping your cheek gently. “Thank you.”

You consider telling him that it’s almost as much for you as it is for him, but then you decide that the sight of his cock, flushed red, leaking precum, is your number one priority. So, you loosen your hand on his member and remove it completely, then soften your jaw and start to take him in your mouth, deep-throating him like you’ve ached to do for two weeks.

Tom’s fast to use his leverage on your head, guiding you with shaking hands. Both of you know that all you have to do to tap out is press his thigh, so you let him use you however he needs. Tears pool in your eyes as he fucks your mouth hard, his tip hitting the end of your throat until you gag. The lewd sounds mix with the pounding of the shower against the tiles and Tom’s grumbled groans that spiral up into the air.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he says, voice raspy and light. “So good, sweetheart, fuck. Such a pretty mouth. Feels so bloody good.” He breaks off for a moment, and you feel him shifting around on the wall, indicating he’s near his peak. “So messy too, fuck. Missed this. Watching you on your knees, gagging on my cock.” He tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you deeper, groaning loudly as he does so. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow. Gonna cum all down your throat. Shit, shit-”

Tom stops moving your head as he yelps, one of his hands curling into a fist and hitting back against the wall as he cums suddenly. You swallow around him, pulling up until your lips are at his tip, and your hand goes up to pump the rest of him through his orgasm. His entire body shakes, releasing the pent-up frustration that comes with so long in denial, and you take joy in the light whimpers he deposits into the air as you suck on his tip, cleaning him up.

“Holy…” Tom grabs your hair and pulls you back up, slumping against you instead of the wall as he pants. After taking a moment to gather himself, he pulls back to look at you, his thumb coming up to play with the beads of his cum that stain the corner of your mouth. “Made a mess,” he coos, pushing his seed onto your tongue. You grin as you suck his thumb further into your mouth, delighting as he curses. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart. You really are.”

You release his finger with a pop, shrugging. “How was that?”

Tom groans again, the sound almost orgasmic. “So good,” he mumbles. “Been so long, darling. So, so long.” He kisses your face, dusting your cheeks in light, loving kisses. When he pulls back, his eyes are a little darker. “Bet you’d like to chase that high too, wouldn’t you?” He accompanies his words with a sly hand, slipping down between your legs. When he feels your slick, so pronounced it’s coating your inner thighs, he tuts, smirking. “All this for me?”

You nod, whining breathlessly as he slips two fingers up to toy with your bud. You feel like a livewire—strung out and pulsing, white-hot. Unlike him, you’ve had some stimulation over the last two weeks. Just, you’ve also been cruelly pulled away from the edge, every single time.

“Just for you,” you agree. Your face drops forward, and you find yourself biting Tom’s broad shoulder as he curls two fingers into you with ease.

“You’re so hot in here,” he mutters, “and so wet, too. Fuck, love. You’re dripping down my hand.” When he angles his digits up to caress your g-spot, he strikes it immediately, and you moan noisily. “There you go, baby. Shh. It’s okay.” Tom fucks your tight heat, gradually unravelling you. “I’ve got you.”

Your moans come out strangled, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers as your high builds quickly. It won’t take much to push you over the edge, and as much as it pains you—

“I don’t want to cum on your hand, Tom,” you manage, your voice betraying you by splitting into a whimper. “Want to cum on your cock.”

Tom slows his fingers, but he keeps thrusting them into you, just too slowly for you to peak. You groan, your centre pulsing as he keeps you burning near the edge, his lips on your neck again. He gently kisses up to your ear, mouth feather-light.

“Are you sure?” He coos, nibbling at your earlobe. “Feels like you want to cum.” When Tom adds his other hand, two fingers gently stroking your tender bud, your knees almost give out. “Can feel you clenching around me, Y/N, naughty girl.” He kisses just below your ear. “If you want something, you know how you need to ask for it.”

You’re all over the place, your eyes squeezed shut, sweat breaking out over your forehead, your cunt clenching and releasing every other second. You’re so close you can almost taste it, but you try to exercise self-control.

“Please, Tom.” It takes everything in you, but you manage to stand up straighter again, looking at him straight-on. His eyes dance dark with power and lust, his smirk unmoving as he thrusts his fingers a little faster. “W-Want you to fuck me. Been waiting so long, don’t want to fall apart if it isn’t with you behind me. Please, please, please, please-”

He cuts you off with a hard kiss, and finally, Tom pulls his hands away. He runs them both through the stream of water before reaching back to clumsily turn off the valve.

“I fucking love you,” he tells you. “Couldn’t deny you anything. Not really.” Tom takes your hand. “C’mere.”

Tom carefully pulls you over to one of the wooden benches. After draping a towel over the wooden slats, he pushes you down onto your hands and knees, his fingers spreading your legs. You whimper as you feel his cock, hard again, refracted in the interlude he’d constructed with his hands working you into insanity. Your knuckles clench around the slabs of wood, and despite already feeling the ache in your knees, it only spurs you on. You love the pain, love the visible, throbbing reminders of Tom, and he knows it just as much as you do.

“Look so pretty like this, darling,” Tom says, voice drifting through the air. Both of his hands go to your ass, roughly massaging your skin until his right hand slaps down across you, stinging bright hot. He repeats the action when you moan loudly, the slapping sound ringing out through the air. Each time his hand falls over you, you only grow hotter. It doesn’t matter that you’re still covered in water from the shower, you’re burning up. “G’nna let me take you like this, eh? Fuck this tight little pussy, like I know you’ve been dreaming of.”

When Tom lines his tip up with your entrance, you find yourself clinging to the edge of the bench with your fingers.

“Yes,” you beg, backing up against him. You feel like you might dissolve into a mess of arousal, tears, and desperation if he doesn’t satisfy you soon. “Please.”

Tom runs a hand up your back, fingers drifting over the line of your spine. He drops his lips and kisses the lower part of your back, so delicately it makes you quiver.

“Okay,” he says. “G’nna give it to you good.”

He enters you quickly and easily, and you almost lose it from the first thrust alone. You’re so slick that Tom’s swift in pulling back and then slamming back into you, his hands holding your hips back and in place as your arms wobble and your figure loses control. You drop your head between your arms, the blood rushing to your skull and making you feel light-headed as he rocks into you, over and over again, giving you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

“Tom,” you gasp, your breaths heavy and inconsistent. It feels indescribable—the final denouement of your time apart. Each drag of his cock through your heat has you reeling, your walls quivering and clenching and trying desperately to keep him in, keep him nudging your g-spot, stimulating your passage. You’re moaning louder than you’ve ever moaned before, the coil in your stomach building and building without warning or direction.

Behind you, Tom seems to be enjoying it just as much as you. His libido strong and healthy and his body pumped full of pre-match adrenaline that it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest that he’s being so hard and purposeful in his movements. His groans are like music to your ears, small grunts of affirmation that he too has missed the paradise that unfolds when you join together.

“So fucking tight, angel,” he rasps, again letting his hand fall over your ass. He soothes the skin with his palm, and then he repeats the action two more times. “Feel you clenching me every time I do that.” He pinches your hip with his other hand, and you find yourself biting your forearm, embarrassed by how loud you think you’d moan if you were able to. “You love it rough like this, don’t you, darling? Mm… I know you do.”

It’s a dizzying blur of skin on skin for a while, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge on multiple occasions. It’s as if your body is holding back though, waiting on Tom to near it too before you’re able to fully let go. Almost sensing this, he reaches down and shoves his fingers in your hair, roughly tugging you up until your back is pressed against his front. The angle pushes him deeper, and your eyes flood with tears as you find yourself unable to comprehend just how good it feels.

“Y’like that?” He rasps. Tom drags a hand down to your clit, able to access it better now that he’s holding you so much closer. His pace is slower, but he’s going forcefully, his head hitting your g-spot every time. “Fuck, darling, I’m gonna cum if you keep clenching like that.”

You whimper, your chest heaving.

“Yeah,” you moan. His name pours from your lips like a prayer, rising in desperation as you slip back down, hands grabbing at the slats of the bench as you hold on for dear life. “Fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Come on,” Tom urges. “Do it. I want to feel you squeezing my cock so tight, like you always do. Always makes me lose it, doesn’t it, love? Shit, you’re so perfect. Go on. I’ve got you. Get my cock nice and wet, and I’ll fill you up. You’d like that, eh? Feeling me cumming inside this pretty pussy? Come on. You know what you have to do.”

It slams into you, pouring down over you in waves that submerge you entirely. You feel boneless but also rigid at the same time, your jaw slack as your vision blurs. Pleasure ripples out from your centre, dousing your aching cunt in relief that feels so sweet, only growing richer and more fulfilling when you hear Tom grunt and feel his cock pulse in you. You come together, bodies moving in sync, perfectly, despite the time apart, and it’s so good that it takes you out of it completely.

You’re so absorbed in your climax that you end up drifting, opening your eyes a few moments later only to find yourself lying on your back, staring up at the bright white lines of the locker room ceiling. Your eyes blur with tears, but just for a moment, because then Tom’s palm swims into vision, drifting above your head until he finds the right angle that blocks out the light.

“Hey, darling,” he coos. He brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Are you okay? Lost you for a second.”

A very lazy, content smile finds your lips.

“Yeah,” you say sluggishly. You ache all over, but it feels incredible. You’re buzzing with the kind of energy that only comes after a session like this—after you’ve let him dismantle you completely. “Are you okay?”

Tom nods, his wet hair flying everywhere. “Fantastic,” he confirms. He glances down your figure, then offers you a soft smile. “I’m going to take you home, run you a really, really nice bath, and then we’re going to cuddle.” He drops your hand and instead cups your face in his palm. You nuzzle into it. His eyes are so soft as he gazes at you tenderly. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I love you.”

You smile softly. “Love you too.”

Tom leans over you and kisses your lips, very gently, before shifting his mouth all over the rest of your face. He goes from one cheek, over to your forehead, down your nose, to the other, before circling back to your mouth. By the time he reaches there, your smile has grown to a grin, and you feel grounded enough to reach up and loop your fingers into his hair.

“Thank you,” he says, speaking earnestly, “for always being here for me. For supporting me, and putting up with all my crazy ideas, and being incredible, always. You are my inspiration, and I love you more than anything.”

You feel your heart throb in your chest, and you have to focus really hard on stopping the swell of emotion from leaving through your tired eyes.

“Any time,” you say, nodding to emphasise your point. “I love you, and I’m here for you. Whatever you might need, I’ll do it.”

Tom’s warm brown eyes meet with yours, and the smile on his face shows no sign of leaving.

“All I need is you,” he says. His lips come down to yours, softly, just resting there. “All I’ll ever need is you.”

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realcube · 3 years

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you flinch during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you.

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’ you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles.

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡ during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late.

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married.

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 3 years

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Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement.

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight.

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said.

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.”

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened.

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone.

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

---

Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers.

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs.

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.”

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

#sorry this turned out way longer than expected #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson #invincible fanfiction

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smuttyassholes · 3 years

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Show off - San

It was his fault, really, so you honestly didn’t understand why he was mad.

He left you alone to go fuck around with his friends. He let some random girl swoon all over him.

Sure, he didn’t let her touch him but the fact that he entertained her attention was enough to irk you. But fine. Whatever. Why were you gonna let him ruin your night?

You glared towards him as you downed the rest of your drink before making your way towards the dancefloor, your hips swaying as soon as you found a spot.

It didn’t take long for your whole body to follow as you lost yourself in the music. It also didn’t take long before you felt someone watching you.

Thinking it was San finally deciding to pay attention, you up-ed your performance and got more into it. Your hands coming up to run through your hair as you moved it from your face.

You could feel someone walking towards you and when you turned, you were greeted with someone who most definitely wasn’t your boyfriend, but a rather attractive girl who smiled as she made eye contact with you.

No words were exchanged as she put her hands on your waist and you wrapped your hands around her neck, your fingers playing with the stray strands of hair that fell from her ponytail.

While you and the mystery girl got more comfortable, you felt someone watching you again. This time you looked up, meeting the glaring eyes of the same man that had left you alone just an hour ago.

You smirked slightly as you turned in the mystery girl’s arms, your hips moving against hers while you moved her hands to wrap around your waist.

Your eyes stayed locked on San as you continued dancing, almost challenging him to do something.

He stayed still, though. The only difference being his tightened jaw while his leg started bouncing. You took it as a partial win and made your dancing a bit more sensual, trying to get him to do something. It wasn’t long before you got the reaction you wanted and saw him heading straight for you, giving you no time to react as you were being dragged away, towards the exit, and through the parking lot.

“Wh-”

“Shut it.” He cut you off, his grip on you tightening as he pushed you against the car. “What am I gonna do with you? Hmm?” He asked, his breath next to your ear.

“Well what was I supposed to do?” You countered. “I was bored, so I had to have fun somehow.”

“Fun? That’s what you’re calling it?” He scoffed as his hand reached for the bottom of your dress. “I don’t think giving out what’s mine counts as ‘fun’.” He growled as he hand slid under to grope your ass.

“I think,” He said, his fingers moving under your panties and towards your slit. “You wanted attention.” He said, a smirk forming as he felt just how wet you were. “That or you were wanting someone else to take care of you.”

“Maybe I was.” You spoke through a gasp as he ran a finger over your clit. “Someone had to if you weren’t.”

“Are you really in a position to start that right now?” He scoffed. “I can easily walk away.”

It was your turn to scoff.

“Considering you were the one who dragged me out,” You started, reaching for the buttons on his suit. “I don’t think you’ll be walking away.” You licked your lips as you dragged your finger towards his belt, slightly undoing it. “So why don’t you throw me into the backseat and fuck me like we both know you want to.”

He scoffed and pulled away, stepping slightly so he could open the backseat door. You moved to get in but he stopped you, sitting in the edge before you could.

“I could care less if I’m the one who dragged you out.” He started, moving his hands out to grab your hips and pull you onto his lap. “You know well enough that I can control myself for hours,” His hands pushing up the hem of your dress. “And I know well that you get whiny if I tease you long enough.” His eyes locked with yours as he lightly pulled the fabric up, hinting for you to move so he could lift it more. “So you tell me.” He spoke as his hands bunched the fabric at your waist, the cool night air making you shiver. “You can ride me right here, or we can go home and I won’t let you cum for a week. Maybe two.” He shrugged with the latter part.

The tone in his voice made you shiver again. It wasn’t like you two were shy when it came to public sex, but with the current situation you knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. You looked towards the doors of the club and bit your lip. It wasn’t like you’d be easy to see, anyways.

Without words, you undid the button to his pants and slid his zipper down. He took it into his own hands to pull himself out of his boxers and you felt your face flush knowing what he was trying to get at.

With your dress bunched up and you already on his lap, you lifted yourself up and placed him underneath you. You slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, a shaky breath coming out as you tried to keep quiet.

His hands dropped the fabric and rested on your hips. You were going to look up at him, thinking he’d gone soft for a moment, but all thoughts left your head as he forced you to take all of him. Your mouth fell open as your head fell against him, praying that the noise that left you was quieter than you thought.

“Since you wanted to show off, I thought I’d do the same.” He whispered, kissing the top of your hair. “Now get up and ride it before I make this more obvious.”

You screwed your eyes shut as you felt yourself clench around him, hoping he wasn’t going to say anything. You didn’t try to pull yourself up but started moving your hips instead only for him to stop you.

“No, no.” He said, one of his hands coming up to grab your hair and pull you back so you’d look at him. “You can do better.” He cooed. “I want the same treatment your little friend in there got.” His eyes glared as he cocked his head towards the door.

You picked your head up and looked at him with soft eyes, hoping for just a smidge of leniency that you knew deep down you weren’t going to get. It wasn’t helping that you were still trying to adjust to his size.

“What, baby?” He feigned concern. “Did you want me to help you?”

You nodded your head slowly, still maintaining eye contact. His hand left your hair and returned to your hip, wasting no time in lifting them so he could move you. Everything was happening too fast and you were already starting to forget about where you were.

"My stupid, little baby," He grunted as he settled on a doable pace. He wouldn't admit it, but with the day he's had, he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back. "You still haven't learned that being a brat gets you nowhere."

You thought about saying how it was his fault, but a sudden hand on your throat had that thought fading away, a small gasp coming out in its place.

“Not gonna say anything?” He smirked. “Is it because you can’t or because you know whatever you say would make it worse?”

You were grateful he’d cut you off because you’re sure your voice would’ve been a dead giveaway to the actions going on. You nodded your head and started meeting his thrusts, your own need to cum taking over your movements.

He took the hint and sped up, his hands going back to your hips to make sure you took all of him with every thrusts.

With no hand to shut you up, you felt your face flush as you weren’t so quiet anymore, the heat getting more intense as you felt the wet fabric of his pants every time his hips met you.

“Fuck,” You whimpered out as your head fell onto his shoulder, your stomach tightening at the thought of him walking around with the stained pants had your head spinning. You knew he wouldn’t think twice to let whoever asked know exactly what happened.

“San, I can’t, please.” The words came out before you had a chance to think and you were met with a look of amusement.

“That wasn’t a part of the deal.” He reminded you, his movements slowing down until you were sat on his lap.

“I just don’t think I can keep quiet any longer.” You spoke through closed eyes, scared he would see the lie. “I just want to cum without having to hold back.”

“And why should I care about what you want?” He countered, giving you a slow trust for emphasis. “Especially when you were so disobedient earlier.”

You couldn’t find the answer to his question, only letting out small whimpers as he kept the taunting pace.

“Can you really not handle it, baby?” He raised a brow, his hands wrapping around the small of your back, not waiting for your response before continuing. “If that’s the case, maybe I could let you off easy.” He licked his lips. “And you’d be thankful if I did, right?”

You nodded helplessly, hoping this wasn’t another punishment of his.

“I’ll fuck you stupid once we’re home, all you have to do is suck me off right here.” He whispered, the tone making you clench again and he chuckled. “Can you do that for me, princess?”

You let out a shaky ‘yes’ and slowly removed yourself from his lap, a small whine coming out as the empty feeling took over. You got up, leaning down so you weren’t showing through the window. You looked behind you, wondering if the door would cover you.

“C’mon, princess.” He reassured. “If you make it quick, you won’t have to worry about getting caught.” He motioned you over with his finger.

You hesitated before finally settling on the thought that the car door would be enough to cover you. You bent over, taking him into your mouth and working your way down, gagging slightly when he reached the back of your throat.

Fearing you’d make anymore noise, you looked up at him in hopes he would take control, which he gladly did. His hair wrapped itself in your hair, holding you still while he worked his hips into you.

“God, your mouth always feels so good.” He groaned out as his head fell back. “And your ass always looks so good sticking out like that.” He rasped. “I’m sure it would be even better if someone else was fucking you while you sucked me off, what do you think?”

You whined at the thought, letting San know you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea. He chuckled and held you down while he settled in your throat for a few seconds.

“Good to know.” He groaned as he pulled you off, watching you gasp as tears welled in your eyes. “I’m just not sure I could let someone else see you like this.” He tsked, pushing you back down, but only keeping you at his tip. “But seeing your face right here while someone else fucks you,” He paused, slowly pushing you back down.

“I think that’s something I need to see.”

- asshole 4

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wheredafandomat · 3 years

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Safeword ⛓ P6 ⛓ Cunnilingus

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Loki knew what he wanted. Who he wanted. So did she

To say that y/n slept well that night would be an understatement. The last thing she remembered before drifting off was a sleep tight from Loki with extra emphasis on the tight. She didn’t know whether it was the comfort of being in her own bed or lack of sleep she had had since the party or the fact that Loki had just made her cum about 4 times using his tongue, all she knew was that she was comfortable and safe right here in Loki’s arms.

As the days went by, y/n left her room a few times usually to go into the kitchen and grab herself something to eat or to sit in the common room and catch up with the team. They had all gone on missions since the party but y/n was under strict instruction to stay at the compound. No one really ever worked out why y/n was the main target during the attack. No one ever questioned it.

Whenever y/n and Loki were alone together, she’d cup his cheek and he’d lean into the touch. She’d always ruin the moment by saying something stupid like-

“Pineapple”

“Pineapple?”

“Yes. It’d be a good safeword. Why would someone have sex and then use the word pineapple during? It doesn’t make sense hence why it would be a perfect word”.

“I think you should come up with something else” Loki replied leaning down to kiss her.

“Raisin”

“No y/n”

Whilst y/n recovered, feeling eager at the promise of Loki fucking her back into the state she was previously in, she felt solace in the confines of his room. She’d started spending a lot of time there. His tastebuds still craved the taste of her. He didn’t deny himself that. Despite how hard it was to not simply just take her whenever his head was between her trembling thighs, he vowed he’d wait until she was in tip top condition.

Once Loki finished his session of bringing y/n to her peak by performing cunnilingus on her naked form, he’d settle himself next to her feeling cozy and snug in her presence. His tastebuds still relishing in the taste of her. Once down from her high, y/n would often notice Loki’s erection and would then start to stoke it. As soon as her hand made contact with it, Loki would let out a sharp gasp. The way she’d apply the perfect amount of pressure would leave him getting harder and harder. As he’d try and remove her hand, she’d only speed up her movements until she’d start unbuckling his belt, pulling his trousers down, exposing his erect cock. The thing Loki loved most about the interaction, was the look on y/n’s face when she’d see his twitching cock. Her lust filled eyes would always widen, she’d always involuntary swallow as her eyes trailed over his hardened member and then her eyes would meet his where she’d do a mischievous smirk before lowering her mouth onto it.

The feeling of y/n’s mouth sucking on his cock was paradise. She’d always make sure to suck the sides, the underside paying extra attention to the tip. She’d always look him in the eyes as she’d take the tip in her mouth circling it with her tongue without breaking suction. She’d then let it fall out of her mouth with a pop. This action was bliss. She’d bring him close to the edge and then stop to hold it and look at him. This was when she’d take pleasure in the fact that Loki, this God was completely at her mercy. She’d saviour the moment of him looking down at her silently begging him to finish. At that moment, she’d suck the tip again then take it all in her mouth sending him into overdrive and ejaculating. She’d savour the taste like she’d savour the moment.

When they were both capable of conversion again, she’d then say something like-

“Canary”

“Canary?”

“Yes canary, that’d be a good safeword. Don’t you agree?”

“Hmmmmmm. No”

“Lok—”

“Hush, we’ll discuss it later, right now I want to feel your body entangled with mine whilst we doze off” he’d say lovingly pulling her body towards his. And with that, they’d be asleep. Safe in each others arms.

It had been about three weeks since the party. Y/N was feeling a lot better and her bruises had pretty much disappeared. The waiting had felt like years. She was ready to finally feel Loki inside of her. She was desperate to feel Loki inside of her. Every time he’d cum in her mouth, she’d imagine how it would feel like to have his warm semen shooting into her core. She was definitely ready. He was too.

A/N: Did we like? Are we ready for real smut? 🤣 lmk what you thought 🖤

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izusun · 3 years

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*hands you an AU dump to hoard like a little goblin handing a small coin to a dragon*

OKAY so basically: after the doctor's visit where Izuku learns he's quirkless (I hc that they went when he was about five n' a half), Inko does a little bit of research on quirks and more specifically on her son's notebooks, learns that he's even more brilliant at quirk analysis than she originally suspected, and (after looking at some not great quirkless statistics) she instead informs Izuku that no, he's had a quirk all along! It's an analysis quirk!

So she updates the quirk registry, and Izuku goes through his life believing he has an analysis quirk, albeit teased for being a late bloomer, but he still can't shake the insecurity being quirkless for that one and a half year gave him.

He does research on all sorts of things, hacking, knife throwing, first aid, and building his own support gear and takes to all of it like a duck to water. He also does research on UA's policy for support gear in the entrance exam (cause surely they've gotta have a policy for non-offensive quirks like Koda and Hagakure) and finds that he can take one with him if he builds it himself. He goes fuckin bonkers.

Anyways: he trains with Katsuki, cause they're relationship is pretty good since Izuku has a 'quirk.' They both demolish the entrance exam. (Also Izuku kinda swears a lot because Katsuki rubs off on him)

Aizawa doesn't notice a goddamn thing is amiss until the battle trials on the second day (he decides to shadow All Might that day), where when he was using his quirk to silence his students while Izuku was rambling, he just didn't stop, as if he didn't notice anything was wrong. It happens again during the USJ.

So at some point during the sports festival, Nedzu (who is now intrigued because of Aizawa's complaining) invites Izuku into his office during a free period and lets him go ham on analysis, all while Aizawa is secretly there erasing Izuku's 'quirk.' Nedzu invites Izuku to be his personal student (making Aizawa go grey), he says yes, and then Nedzu drops the absolute BOMBSHELL that Izuku is actually quirkless. Cue an existential crisis.

(Also Izuku gets captured at the training camp alongside Katsuki because of his "analysis quirk," wonder how well that goes for him~)

- Goblin anon (sorry this one was kinda long)

GOBLIN?? DUDE???? HOLY SHIT I KNEW YOUR AUS ARE ALWAYS PHENOMENAL BUT THIS RIGHT HERE??? D U D E

i misunderstood the prompt a bit but i genuinely don’t know how to backtrack, so here you go goblin. sorry again o(TヘTo)

ok first of, inko taking on a stronger stance to support her son? love that of her. like, she doesn’t say sorry when izuku turned to look at her and cried that he can’t be like all might. instead, she took him in her arms and assures him that he will be a great hero. at first, of course half of it is lip service because she doesn’t know how to help her quirkless boy be a hero, since, you know, heroes need quirks.. (or do they)

and then she comes across a quirkless self help group which rang many many warning bells in her head. what kind of life do quirkless people live when a google research of them resulted in subsequent pages of results like how to stay safe when quirkless, or how to find jobs when quirkless, or quirkless mortality rates?

she fears for izuku, until she notices that her son’s smart. too smart for his age, but inko thought she’s just being biased. but izuku’s wit is something many people notice, for an instance, when izuku goes to the park to play and his friends’ (the few ones who stayed) parents tell her that her son’s smart for a quirkless person, she realizes that izuku’s wit is far more vast than normal.

then a thought worms into her head but wouldn’t it be bad to lie…but also, no one would be any the wiser.

further pushed by all the statistics she keeps seeing, or the lack thereof, about quirkless people, she makes the decision and pours it to izuku.

izuku who’s far smarter than his age and understood what his mom is asking from him. izuku who already saw the disparities between quirked and quirkless people at the tender age of five. izuku who knows what it means to lie about something as personal as a quirk, but realizes that it’s necessary for him to do so if he wants to live a “normal” life.

so he agrees; he tells inko that he’ll work even harder to sharpen his mind, and to keep expanding his knowledge.

when izuku’s quirk file is officially updated, he watches how his peers and teachers revert back into treating him as izuku. he regains his old friends, but he chose to drop them because he doesn’t want to surround himself with people who thought he was less for being quirkless.

katsuki stayed, surprisingly. katsuki stayed and everyday he kept bothering izuku to “get your quirk already!” katsuki stayed because he can’t fathom that the smartest boy in their class (of course not as smart as him, psshh) is quirkless. deku couldn’t be quirkless. (but if he found out that izuku, indeed, is, i wonder what would happen…)

katsuki was one of the loudest to celebrate when izuku announced that his quirk arrived.

“finally!” he screams and bothers izuku about the semantics of his quirk. he really wasn’t surprised to find out that izuku has an analysis quirk because he thought that nothing else would better be suited for izuku.

he doesn’t know that izuku pours so much of his time into learning and studying, often bypassing basics and intros to take more of the developed courses that are usually recommended for older ages. he doesn’t know that izuku is just a naturally smart kid with the ability to fill the gaps of his young mind with knowledge upon knowledge, storing and stacking them until he feels that he’s laid a sturdy foundation for his fake quirk.

then izuku began threading into different areas. he learns how to get into cyberspaces; hacking into accounts and delving more into how to access private information. he doesn’t thread too close lest he gets caught, but he learns the logistics of maneuvering around the web and burrowing in empty spaces to branch out his own. he creates and designs web algorithms for himself, just so he doesn’t trigger anyone who is looking into the web movements. he hones this and uses it to access more information.

then when he deems it enough, he turns his attention to something more tangible and something more physical. he learns other ways to be a hero; how to fight without a physical quirk, how to win against bigger opponents, how to use analysis quirk in fights.

izuku becomes more than a fake analysis quirk user; he creates it.

mental quirks are hard to describe, more so to compress, thus he creates new definitions of an analysis quirk. what used to be a silly lie is now a tangible fact that izuku believes in. because what makes a quirk? because what makes analysis a quirk? he learns these semantics (often political) and uses it to his advantage.

then he finally threads to hero analysis. at first it were classmates he analyzed; eyes running quickly at their forms and watching with great interest before calculating everything he’s seen and transversing it with the things he learned, and bridges these two facts together to create an analysis. it was a struggle at first: he didn’t know which to put emphasis on until he realizes, he doesn’t need to. he weaves them together and lets his analysis run long and watches how his hobby comes into fruition.

following his classmates are current heroes. these were more tough and more fun, and any of the information is less shared. he doesn’t tell his classmates or teachers about his analyses, only katsuki. and katsuki’s breath hitch every damn time at izuku’s talent quirk.

it is in their second year of middle school that midoriya begins to incorporate the facts with himself to create physical performances. the issues and things he learned through observing are now practiced by himself. he calculates the best way to fight with a body as petite as his, often taking examples from pro-hero hawks and other women heroes. their agilities and physicality suit izuku’s young body; he doesn’t see the merit in punching his way through things when he physically cannot.

so he learns ways to ease his muscles. he learns ballet and gymnastics; lets his muscles contort and mend themselves anew. he finds his balance and roots himself firmly, and learns to calculate his actions so he doesn’t waste his energy. katsuki doesn’t say anything, but he sees izuku’s dance and falls in love.

then in the spring of their third year of middle school, izuku learns how to build and handle weapons.

this is the easiest. izuku learns that weapons aren’t tools, but extensions of his arms and hands. they are not to be revered and not to be depended on because they can fail. instead, he learns to wield weapons as though they are parts of his bodies. he learns how to use swords and often narrowing to wooden sticks that can be picked up anywhere; he learns how to fire guns and how to hide daggers in his uniform. he learns that his body is the best weapon to use and that tools are just arsenal to help him win.

then he learns how to build them.

by summer, izuku begins reaching into UA’s servers. they are hard codes to crack, but not impossible. it takes him five days to access old entrance exam videos. the next day, the videos are snuffed and he is left to try digging deeper into UA.

he fails.

nezu must have caught onto his codes and proceeded to build walls against it.

so he slithers out. but a five minute video of last year’s entrance exam is enough for izuku because he learns two things: one, heroes must defeat villains and two, heroes must save others.

izuku prepares for this. unknowingly, katsuki is taught these same principles. katsuki would grumble and tell him that he knows what heroes must do, but izuku continues to hammer it down to him.

by the time of the UA entrance exam, izuku falls into the ease of having a fake quirk. he passes the written exam with flying colours and although it took three teachers to approve his support gears (present mic had to pull in powerloader, midnight, and hound dog to ensure that the well designed support gears are made by the hero student examinee and not by a support student examinee. majima saw the works and begged nezu to allow izuku to be his student.), izuku still succeeds and dominates the entrance exam.

when the zero pointer was released, he had flung himself towards the girl crushed by debris and yanks her out. he doesn’t waste a modified grenade to explode the zero pointer because through his calculations, doing so would not only create more collateral damage, but would also endanger the examinee in his arms because she still would be caught in the crossfire.

nezu hums in appreciation from the screening room, after all, smart minds always do think alike.

izuku gets a whopping 92 in the physical aspects of the entrance exam.

katsuki gets 85.

aizawa gleefully takes them in.

izuku thinks that no one will ever know of his and inko’s secret, but one look at nezu’s beady eyes and he knew that the stoat knew. it became a game to them, then. a game to see who else would realize.

and while izuku is smart, he doesn’t realize that nezu has basically taken him as his personal student the moment he and izuku had created a bet.

it takes two months for aizawa to figure things out. surprisingly, he is the only one to do so and he only realizes due to the many untimely attacks of LoV.

——

how angst would it be if katsuki realizes that izuku’s always been quirkless during their captivity in the LoV’s hideout.

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jaedore · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jaehyun x reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mythology!au, angst, romance

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, suggestive (just making out lol), mentions of alcohol, violence (mentions of choking)

𝐚/𝐧: if you are uncomfortable with these themes then i highly suggest you no longer interact! also, thoughts/emphasis are italicized. I'll just put the header on when I have the patience bc I felt like this is long overdue

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You woke up finding your body was stiff and sore. It overpowered the pain in your wounded knees that stung with every movement of your limbs. Yesterday seemed like days ago, it felt like a fever dream. No, a nightmare. All you wanted to do was just curl up in bed, but then you remembered that your mother and you were having dinner at Jaehyun’s place. You’ve never gone to the Underworld, you didn’t hear many good things about it and that terrified you. What if Cerberus ate you? What if a wandering, lost soul stole your soul? The questions were endless and it sent you down a spiral of nervousness.

“Y/n?” Your mother softly came in, an apron hung around her neck and the aroma of breakfast food seeped into your room.

“Morning, mom,” you croaked.

“How are you feeling?”

Your mind flashed back to yesterday; Jaehyun in your room, tending your wounds, being flirtatious, or whatever. You remembered it as clear as the Fountain of Youth.

“I’m fine,” you answered, swiping the sheets away from your body to peer at the wounds.

You gently peeled back the bandage a bit only to see that the wound was almost gone. It held a faint discoloration as it was in the process of healing, but you were impressed nonetheless.

“So,” your mother began as she sat on the edge of your bed, “tonight, I was thinking about bringing a pasta dish. Or should we bring a cake? A pie maybe?”

“We can just pick up a pie from the bakery,” you brushed your hand in the air, dismissing any ideas, “it’ll be easier anyways.”

“Ah, yes. Hades does like his spicy chocolate pies,” your mother hums as she smoothes her palm against your bedsheet.

“Ugh, I don’t know how he eats that stuff,” you grumble, swinging your legs off your bed.

“Well, he is the God of the Underworld,” she raises both of her eyebrows at you, “so, what will you be doing today? It’s super nice out.”

Peering at your window, the sun shines brightly in the sky. The sky is bare of clouds and it does seem like a beautiful day today. You can imagine yourself sitting in the grass with a book in your palms. But you had more important things to do today, like beating the shit out of Maeve.

Your shoulders slump as you reply, “I’m going to go train with Mark.”

“You’re always training with that boy,” she narrows her eyes at you, “are you in love with him?”

“Mother!” You raise your voice, snapping your head to her, “No, I am not.”

Athena only laughs at your reply as she gets up and makes her way out of your room.

“Hey, Y/n?” her voice stops you before you step into the bathroom.

“Yes, mom?”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” she asks, her voice sweet and loving.

You nodded, recalling the things that happened last night at the beach. You haven’t told her and she must be worried, but you’re too drained and confused to spill it. So you spare her a small smile as you walk into the bathroom, not saying a word about what happened.

“Come on! You can hit harder!”

Annoyed at Mark’s ‘words of encouragement’, you purse your lips as you attempt to hit the boxing pad with your mitts. You were beginning to get tired, your arms burned from the repetitive movements and your knees ached as it chased after your feet. Mark hasn’t given you a break since you’ve gotten here and it’s almost been an hour of constant hitting.

Growing frustrated, you shouted in protest, “I’m done!” you throw your mitts on the dirt.

Mark sighs, seeing the frustration in your eyes, “Okay, what’s really going on?”

You exhale a short breath, “Nothing you’d be interested in,” you answer him sharply as you walk towards one of the rocks to sit on. Mark follows you closely, but quietly afraid to set off the fuming bomb of anger you always held.

“You know,” he starts, “I’ve heard a lot of mysterious things about you,” he plops right next to you.

You curl your legs up to your chest as you stare forward at the waterfall, “Like what?” you mumble, really not interested in what he’s heard because it’s all been bad stuff.

“You tell me,” Mark shrugs.

You tighten your hold on your legs, “I think someone’s out to get me,” you whisper.

Mark leans in to hear you clearer, “Maeve?” he whispers back.

You shudder, her name bringing back awful memories, “Yeah, but I’m not sure why. I have nothing that has to do with her. Sure, I provoked her on the first day, but...it wasn’t severe to draw it out this far.”

Mark’s eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

You explained what happened last night at the beach party. You quivered as you retold the story from your perspective. It was a vivid nightmare that you didn’t know how to wake.

“Where is Lucas now?” Mark asked.

You fumed at the male’s name. He hasn’t texted or called you since last night. He would be the key to all of your answers, but he wouldn’t answer any of your messages or calls. Lucas was friendly, always nice, and shined bright like the sun. You just wondered what he was up to.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, picking up the mitts from the ground, “come on. We came here to train. Plus, I want to forget it all.”

Mark quickly jumps to his feet, “do you think this has anything to do with the feud between Hades, your mother, and her’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “What feud?”

Mark smirked, “Guess you don’t know then.”

“Mark,” you lowered your voice when he dismissed your question, “what. Feud?”

“I’ll tell you if you can beat me,” he said, picking up the other pair of mitts that laid on the ground.

Storming into your house, you shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me about the feud you had with Hades and Eris?”

Taken aback, she looked at you with wide eyes, almost dropping the spoon she held, “w-what are you talking about?”

You inhaled, “Why didn’t you tell me that after the Titan War, Hades, and apparently Zeus, imprisoned Eris in Tartarus? And that you were helping them and now she’s after me, possibly because of it?”

“Who told you that?” your mother calmly put down the spoon and rubbed her palms on her thighs.

“Does that really matter right now, mom?” your voice rose in anger.

“Sit down,” she wipes her hand on a napkin, discarding it as she walks towards you, who begins to be seated at the dinner table.

“Eris and I were good friends, we trained together as kids. She was good, almost better than me, but there was always the tension of competition between us. One could only be good in the eyes of Zeus so we grew up and trained with that mindset. As we got older, we were still good friends, but there was always that silent tension between us. When the Titan war came to be, Eris rebelled and fought against us,” your mother sighed, anguish tainting the streaks of her face, “I tried everything in my power to persuade her to fight with us, to be on our side, but that’s when she said all of the things that were never said. That I was the favorite, I was the best only because I was the favorite, I was only fighting along Zeus because he favored me more than her. Not because I was good or tactful, she disregarded our training together...our friendship, the bond that we had growing up. It was stupid really, but eventually, we beat their army and imprisoned her. According to Zeus, she did more damage during the war that I wasn’t aware of. That’s why she’s imprisoned in Tartarus. I haven’t asked because she’s...she’s dead to me really.”

You leaned back in her seat, realizing that Maeve probably was only acting out of feeling because of the relationship between both of your mothers. Her mother was imprisoned in the deep abyss below the Underworld, while yours lived a perfect, rewarding life.

“Is that why we’re going to the Underworld tonight? To talk to Zeus?” you quietly asked.

Your mother nodded, “I know I should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think of the possibilities of her coming for you through her daughter because of me.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. I just want this to stop,” your fingertips brushed against your neck.

“Well,” your mother sighed, peering at her watch, “you don’t really have time to get ready, so why don’t you rinse your face from the sweat, and then we’ll pick up the pie and head on down.”

Head on down. You whimpered as you stood up. And it wasn’t because of your sore legs.

As you washed your face, you wondered if Jaehyun would be eating with you guys. You recall that Hades said Jaehyun was always at the Mourning Fields talking to the souls that wandered there. There, holds the souls that wasted their souls on unrequited love. Does Jaehyun love someone? Or does he not? Then you remembered how he took up space in your room last night. His fingertips sent icicle daggers through your skin that you felt their phantom as you wiped your face on the nearby towel. With the hopes of Jaehyun not speaking to you tonight, you braced yourself on the journey of walking down into the Underworld.

You jumped back at the sound of barking. Cerberus. The three-headed dog barks at both you and your mother. No matter how powerful your mother, Athena, was, she had no power over a creature created to guard the gates of the Underworld.

“Why isn’t he coming? I rang the doorbell like five minutes ago,” your mother grumbled.

As if on cue, the gates opened and the growling sounds of Cerberus silenced in question.

“They are not the enemy or the dead, Cerberus. They’re our guests.” a voice rang above you. You found out later that the voice belonged to Hades, but you saw Jaehyun stepping out from behind the black, iron gates.

“Good evening, sorry for the wait.” Jaehyun bowed to you both.

Your mother paused, regretting the comment she made before as she saw how handsome Jaehyun was, “You’re Jaehyun, right? You grew up so well.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Tch “ma’am”. As if you actually had manners. You rolled your eyes at his sense of poise. You wonder where he learned such acts in a short amount of time.

Your mother nudged you, “do you have anything to say?” she whispered.

You inhaled a sharp breath, narrowing your eyes at the prideful male in front of you, “Thank you for having us,” you mumbled, barely nodding to him.

“Please, this way.”

Jaehyun led your mother and you towards Hades’ Palace, the stone tower tall enough to peek through the rising fog of the evening. Across the path to the left stood the Judgement Pavilion. Several souls lined up waiting for their next home where they’d be trapped forever. One of the souls snapped their eyes to you as if they knew where you stood, who you were. Their eyes were full of darkness and fury, almost consuming you into a tunnel of doom.

Jaehyun snatched your arm, his grip vice-like, “Don’t look at any soul who hasn’t been through the Judgement Pavilion, it’s their last chance to steal a living being’s soul before they’re judged into exile.” You hadn’t realized it but it was only you and Jaehyun who stood on the pavement that led you to Hades’ Palace.

You looked ahead not seeing her, “Where’s my mom?”

“She already went in. We didn’t even notice you were gone until she asked you something to only find you not behind us.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, “How long have I been standing here?”

“Around five minutes, you didn’t hear me call you?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed.

Shaking your head in denial you said, “No, I didn’t until you grabbed my arm,” you eyed down to your arm seeing that he still held you. Jaehyun’s grip loosened as he also realized that he hadn’t let go yet.

“Come on, let’s go,” his hand tightened around your arm once again as he dragged you towards the stone palace.

“I can walk myself,” you snapped at him, attempting to yank your arm from his clutch.

Jaehyun turned to you, his eyes cool and icy, sending chills down your spine, “I know,” he lowly said, “but I’m not taking my chances,” he gripped your arm again, leading you to his home.

The moonlight barely shined against the copper stone of his palace, creating sheer darkness looking like it hadn’t been touched for centuries. As unwelcoming as it felt, you could smell the complete opposite; a small scent of mint, the natural smell of tree bark, and the faintest feather of lavender. You glanced forward at Jaehyun, he hadn’t spared you look as you two made your way towards his home.

Jaehyun led you past the Asphodel Meadows, only tugging on your arm harder to bring your senses back. He was right to do so because looking at it was hypnotizing. You were even surprised that the ground-up dirt was able to grow flowers, and not knowing what kind they were, they were the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. The trees that sheltered them were bare of leaves and plants, creating a haunting aura, but it didn’t alarm you enough to look away.

“Come on,” Jaehyun tugged at you once again, this time gaining your attention.

You glared at him making you feel like some child that wasn’t able to concentrate. “What’s down there?”

He glanced back at you, mirroring your expression, “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. Now hush, we’re almost there.”

After a few more steps, you both came to face his home. The palace was bigger than you expected as it loomed over you. It felt like you were walking into your own exile.

“I thought you got lost,” your mother called to you as you walked in with Jaehyun behind you.

“She almost did,” he mumbled as he passed you to sit at the dinner table.

“She’s always been a curious one,” your mother laughed.

“That could get you in some serious trouble, girl,” Hades walked into the room with spoons in his hand. The high-pitched cackling sound of the spoon hitting the dishes made you wince, “come sit, it’s almost time to eat.”

Obeying Hades’ words, you idly sat next to Jaehyun with shame settling in your bones because you felt embarrassed that he had to drag your ass back to his place. The skin where his hands once grasped your arm felt tingly and you couldn’t burn it from your mind. It’s not like you and Jaehyun had many encounters, or rather, pleasant encounters, but you can’t help yourself but stare at him from the corner of your eye. Jaehyun sits with poise and pride, but you can see the burden he carries in the way he slightly slouches and the exhausted sigh that wriggles from his lips.

As everyone eats, you can’t help but think what Jaehyun’s thinking about. You can tell he’s thinking about something from the tension in his brow and the small pout coming from his bottom lip. From time to time, you ignore the small moments where his arm or leg brushes against yours or when you both reach for the same dish. And there’s a sort of tension over the table as everyone silently hides their comments as their food reaches their lips.

Hades is the first to speak, “So, I’ve heard you’ve had quite the events lately,” his tone low and cautious.

You clear your throat, “Um, yes.”

You begin to tell him everything that’s happened from the start of Maeve to the event in the Phantasms Forest. Not leaving out a single detail, you didn’t even notice your hands tensing up until you felt warmth from another on top of your chilled skin. Turning to your mother, she nods to you in comfort, letting you know that you’re doing well and you’re strong for facing what you’ve been through. Hades listens closely, not reaching for his food and feeling the slight disgust from those who caused you harm. Truth be told, he knew what was happening and why it was happening to you. Slightly nodding at your mother, they both lifted themselves from their seats and walked out the door leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

You turned to the male to your right, “Where are they going?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing the nearby plates, “Probably to Tartarus.”

“What?” You snapped up on your legs, immediately following him to the kitchen sink, “Why?

“I’m sure you know that’s where they’re keeping Eris,” Jaehyun spares you a glance as he begins soaking a sponge in soap.

“Yeah,” you crossed your arms, “but why are they going down there? To talk to her? What is she going to do? What are they going to do? How long is this going to take?”

Tired of the overload from your questions, Jaehyun turns to you. Unbeknown that you were leaning forward towards him as you spoke, your eyes widened as you came face to face with the hot-headed male. His eyes were a pool of darkness with a hint of brown like melted dark chocolate. You stood in front of him with your feet glued to the ground. Heat radiated off your body as you parted your lips. Jaehyun’s eyes flickered down. He sharply inhaled to only let it out as he turned away and began scrubbing the dishes again.

“Bring the dishes to me and I’ll wash them,” he said before you could turn away from him.

You clutched the collar of your shirt. What was that? Your fingers trembled around a plate when you realized that he didn’t even answer any of your problems.

Setting them on the counter next to him, you snapped, “You didn’t even reply to my questions.”

“You talk too much.”

Stunned, you purse your lips and walk away. He can clean the kitchen by himself. You sat yourself in their living room, plopping yourself on the couch. If it weren’t for the dim lamp that flickered in the far corner of the room, you would’ve walked around blindly. The walls were painted in black, the rug was black, and even the couch you sat on was black. Everything was black like a fire had torn through the palace. The only color that caught your attention was the pictures that sat on top of the unlit fireplace. Making your way towards the photos, you found family photos of Jaehyun and his parents. It looked like a regular family you would suspect in the human world, a mother and father playing with their toddler son in the park. Except it wasn’t a park and it wasn’t a regular family. The field Jaehyun played on was the Field of Asphodel, but it was beautiful, there was greenery, grass, and beautiful flowers that bloomed around little Jaehyun. You wondered what happened to the breathtaking scenery. Your eyes landed on a particular picture that made the corners of your lips lift in the slightest. There, laid little Jaehyun sleeping peacefully in the embrace of Cerberus who also laid in slumber around the little boy, sheltering him from the rain that penetrated to the Underworld. Cute. The faint blur of a finger covered the corner of the picture, you wondered who took this photo. You thought that maybe it was his mother, Persephone, who no one’s heard of for years. The last thing you heard was that Hades kidnapped her after eating six pomegranate seeds and she was forced to live six months in the Underworld and six months in the mortal world, Earth. But she hasn’t returned from her six months on Earth. And it’s been 20 years.

“No, I don’t know where she is, nor do I really care,” Jaehyun said beside you.

Jumping, you didn’t even realize he was there. Holding your chest, you panted, “I didn’t even say anything this time.”

“I know,” he glanced at you, his gaze flickering back to your lips, then lower to your neck, “but you were thinking it.”

“I-”

“Come, I might have some ointment left for your neck,” Jaehyun doesn’t even give you a chance to protest.

Grabbing your wrist, you obediently follow him back into the kitchen.

“Sit,” he commands.

You look around in question, “Where the hell am I going to sit?”

Jaehyun reached up to the upper cupboard, the bottom of his shirt slightly lifting with his shoulders to reveal his back, “on the counter, of course,” you averted your eyes somewhere else when he turned to face you, “unless you want to sit on my lap,” he smirks.

You shake your head, lifting yourself on the counter. Even if you sat on the counter, you were only tall enough to meet him at eye level. Snapping the cap open, the familiar smell of mint and ginger filled your nose as he dipped two fingers in the gooey substance. A very sinful scenario flashed across your mind as he pulled those fingers back out, his digits drenched in the healing fluid. Squeezing your legs together, you cleared your throat as he crept closer to you, but that only led to Jaehyun sliding his free hand around your nape to pull you closer.

“I don’t bite,” he whispers, that smirk returning.

“I didn’t ev-”

You tensed as Jaehyun’s fingertips brushed on your skin to apply the ointment. Both of your bodies were so close to each other, the only blockage being your knees that dug into this stiff abdomen. It also didn’t help that Jaehyun’s face was incredibly close to yours. With one movement, your lips would’ve met.

“Relax,” he whispers, his eyes switching up to meet yours.

Chills shoot down your spine, a sudden heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach at the breeze of his breath. But eventually, you relaxed. Until you felt his hand on your neck rubbing circles. He repeatedly dipped those long digits of his in the ointment and reapplied it to your neck. To be honest, you thought it looked fine, it was still sore and hurt in certain places but it felt like he was lathering you in it. Once in a while, you’d wince at the pressure Jaehyun’s fingertips pressed against some of the bruises.

“Sorry,” he’d murmur. You’d thin your lips but relax as soon as he apologizes, his voice sounding sincere and gentle.

Slightly turning to the side, you let out a troubled breath, sharply inhaling another, repeating those steps over again and again until Jaehyun slowly pulled away. His warm hand slipped from your nape and your breath trembled, the cold air settling on it as soon as he pulled away. You watched him set the ointment back where he got it from, not missing the flutter of his skin that revealed the slight muscles in his lower back. Oh boy, you sighed.

Jaehyun turned back to you, “You alright?”

You nodded, “Will it still be there by tomorrow?”

Jaehyun walked to you as you stayed glued to the counter, he hummed, “Considering that you almost met death twice in the span of two days, it’ll take a few days,” he was closer once again, “just be careful,” his voice in a low whisper.

You could feel his breath brisk your cheeks. You didn’t know if it was your own heat warming you up or the faint warmth of the words that escaped his plump lips. You felt his abdomen on the curl of your knees like before and there wasn’t a way to bring them closer because it’d reveal to him what you were thinking...or feeling. Maybe you weren’t thinking clearly, maybe you were just lonely. But the longer you stayed in front of him, your desire to kiss him grew. He’s been nothing but cold and mean, but he’s been so kind and taking care of you despite his spiteful aura. You sucked in your bottom lip, stopping whatever trembling words attempted to escape from the cage of your tongue.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Jaehyun’s hands slid to your waist.

“Don’t do that,” Jaehyun brought him closer to you, prying your legs open to create space for him.

You sucked in another sharp breath, “Do what?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jaehyun seemed to be drawing closer to you, his gaze occasionally glancing at your lips as both of your breaths began to weigh down. Closing your eyes, you swore you felt his lips brush yours until you realized he wasn’t kissing you at all, but instead lifting you until you were back on your feet. With bodies still closer than the stars were to the moon, you tipped your head up to meet his gaze. Already looking at you, Jaehyun let out a heavy sigh.

You should’ve inhaled another breath because the next second, you found yourself against Jaehyun’s lips. Those lips that were so pink and so inviting met yours. It felt like Olympus was on pause and it was just you and him. No Maeve, no darkness, nothing. A heavy sensation of peace settled in the curve of your palms as you dragged them down his chest. You gasped when he bit your lip, sucking and, licking it for permission of entrance and you immediately complied, not giving it any thought at all. Those calloused hands of his wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you closer flush against his body, against his hips. Jaehyun’s tongue danced with yours, a gasp revering the way he held you close to him, the way with each stroke, you moaned enough to satisfy him. Until he pulled away.

With panting breaths and blinking eyes scattering across yours, you could see the panic in his eyes. You could see instant regret that pooled in the darkness of his eyes, yet you couldn’t help but inhale when he stepped away, the heat of his body replaced with his familiar coldness. Your eyes follow Jaehyun as he runs out of his home. Not saying anything to you, but leaving you alone in the darkness of his home. In the Underworld. Standing alone in his kitchen, you could hear the loud beating of your heart penetrating your ears, blocking the sound of droplets from the faucet, the hum of the house, and the confusion in your breath. Your fingers fly to your lips, the feeling burns yours like a scar. Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Gulping, you frantically searched the cupboards for a cup of water, thirst reaching your throat, but instead you found a section that opened up to bottles of whisky and wine.

Even better. Finding a drying cup in the sink, you poured yourself a glass of the bronze liquid, not caring for it’s age or make. You winced as the liquid scorched your throat, coughing at the slightly burning sensation that warmed your mouth, but anything was better than the searing feeling of his lips and the pain of when he pulled away.

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Lie Your Way To The Truth

Prompt: Ooh I have an idea - Bokuto being a bro and coming up with increasingly absurd heroic acts for Kuroo to impress the reader?? Like “saving” a child from “drowning”, bragging about him so on Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I very much adore Kuroo, and want you all to know I listed to a Kuroo playlist while writing this fic cause I felt it was only natural. Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x F!Reader

“There she is!”

“Honestly, Bokuto, this is absurd--!”

“Shh,” there’s a resounding clap as his hand hits his chest, “this will work.”

Your eyes scan across the entire gym, easing when you catch sight of the group of boys you’d been sent after. After the managers noticed a select few still hadn’t come to grab dinner, they’d sent you promptly on their way after them (and specifically your team’s captain) without really letting you get a word in edgewise.

Nonetheless, you hadn’t had much to complain about. Because you were all too happy to have the chance to catch up with Kuroo. He had, of course, been lately busy with training camp going on.

You catch his eye, offering a bright smile as you make your way into the gym. All eyes fall on you at your intrusion, but Bokuto being the way he always is, continues on with his conversation with Kuroo, quite loudly if you were being honest.

“It’s honestly thanks to you, man,” he sends a jab to Kuroo’s side, “that that puppy is now safe and all warm and happy in it’s new home. Without you, it would’ve probably starved, maybe even to death, and--”

Sending a look Kuroo’s way at Bokuto’s words, to which the man only blushes, you come to a stop in front of the two, as the other’s gather around them. “Hello boys,” you greet warmly, tilting your head to the side in a greeting that has Kuroo’s stomach fluttering with butterflies of all things and he’s almost completely enamored by the presence of you.

“Y/N/N!”

At least until he nearly goes deaf at Bokuto’s boisterous greeting.

Kuroo straightens out the second Bokuto’s arm leaves his shoulders, letting out a small sigh at the relief it puts on his already tired muscles. But Bokuto seems all too oblivious, his attention now fully on you as the rest stare on in wonder. Well, at least, Lev and Tsukishima seem curious, Akaashi looks like this is a daily occurrence for him.

“I did not see you come in at all,” he adds, putting a little too much emphasis on his words.

You just seemed confused, baffled even -- which was a lot given that Bokuto didn’t really make sense most of the time. And Kuroo can’t help the small smile that curls onto his lips when you once again look towards him for some kind of guidance, to which he simply shrugs, and the two of you, in his opinion, share your own little moment.

“Ah, well, anyways,” you laugh lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and Kuroo shamelessly watches the movement of your hand with great focus. “I came to grab you guys because they’re about to put dinner away and start cleaning up for the night and I didn’t want you--ahh!”

A squeak leaves your lips as you’re all but suddenly swept up into a pair of strong arms, your feet leaving to comfortable ground beneath you completely. It takes you a moment, a blink or two before you realize it’s Bokuto whose got you all wrapped up in his arms, cheering loudly; “you’re an absolute savior, Y/N/N! I’m starving!”

Frowning, Kuroo steps forward; “put her down, dumbass. Before you drop her.”

Bokuto heeds, but the second you’re back on your own two feet, a little dizzy if nothing else, he’s sending a pout the boys way. “Moo... You’re so cruel, Kuroo.” But his sadness doesn’t last as Akaashi simply reminds him the two of them better start heading towards the cafeteria before the foods all gone, pointing towards the door Lev and Tsukishima have already made their way out of.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto cheers, voice booming as he drags Akaashi along with him.

Kuroo and you watch the two run off, realizing a second later that it’s just the two of you left.

“Did you eat?” Kuroo asks you, pulling your attention on him as he moves forward.

You nod, smiling softly. “I ate with Kenma,” you explain, “and I put a plate aside for you.”

Kuroo’s eyes gleam. “How thoughtful,” he whistles, pressing a hand right above his heart before sending you a smirk. “I never thought you cared about me so much, Y/N/N.”

You flush lightly, “sh-shut up,” you huff, picking up the speed in your step. “I made one for Lev too, of course!”

But, in reality, you didn’t.

“Didn’t you save a kid from drowning once?”

It’s breakfast the next morning, and instantly you’re one sided focus on your breakfast is interrupted as Bokuto’s words drift towards you. Swallowing the food in your mouth, you look up from your spot across from the two boys, quirking a curious brow.

“You did?” You question, attention focused solely on Kuroo -- thus, you miss the sly grin that grows on Bokuto’s lips.

“Well, not--” He cuts off by a groan, Bokuto’s elbow hitting him directly in the gut and sending an unpleasant feeling throughout his entire body. Kuroo sends the boy a sharp glare, but he only responds with a harsher one, subtly tilting his head in your direction as if Kuroo was dumb.

Oh.

Oh...

so this was Bokuto’s plan? Come up with obscure heroic acts to brag about for the sake of impressing you for him... He had to admit it was a good plan, and not a complete lie. He had found a puppy once on the side of the street, but hadn’t necessarily nursed it back to health himself. And there was that one time his cousin had been drowning in the pool, but Kuroo had been too busy laughing at his misfortune to focus on saving him and oh-- what the hell.

Why not?

“I-I did, yes,” Kuroo nods, turning to you with a smirk. “My cousin.”

“That’s right,” Bokuto grins, clapping his hands. “Your mother went on and on about it that one time I came over. She wouldn’t stop gushing about how brave you were.”

Kuroo eyes you and honestly, you seem a little skeptical if the narrowing of your eyes was any telling. But, you were smiling that cute little smile of yours and you seemed amused nonetheless -- not to mention your attention was focused on him, so, Kuroo felt Bokuto’s plan, despite how odd it seemed to compliment the idiot, was actually working.

“Well then,” you smile over at Kuroo, eyes twinkling with delight. “I’ll make sure to bring you along the next time I go swimming. I absolutely suck.”

Kuroo practically beams with praise.

“Of course!”

“Isn’t it kind of bad to... lie?”

“Nah, nah, see, my padawan,” Kuroo pointedly chooses to ignore that comment, “we’re not really lying. Just bending the truth a little.”

“It still seems wrong,” Kuroo frowns, “I don’t want her to be disappointed when she learns I’m not actually that amazing of a person.”

Frowning, Bokuto’s expression turns suddenly serious at that. He promptly sets his hand on his friends shoulder, squeezing tightly in what he’s sure is a reassuring way (but honestly, Kuroo is more weirded out then anything) and sends the boy a wistful look (he just looks like an owl) before nodding; “you aren’t.”

Kuroo blinks. Once, twice, and then all but rips Bokuto’s hand off of him; “what the hell man!”

“Don’t get mad,” Bokuto cries, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just telling the truth. We’ve painted you out to be some war hero or something--”

“Hardly.”

“--And you’re definitely not--”

“We don’t know that.”

“But fear not,” Bokuto grins, sending him a thumbs up, “my plan will work.”

And honestly, Kuroo figured it was too late to back out now.

“And then he pulled a itty-bitty-kitty from burning in a house--”

“Tetsuro?”

All falls silent as you speak, and Kuroo, wincing, turns to look at you. “Yes?”

Smile never faltering, you tilt your head to the side; “can I speak to you for a minute?”

“Um,” hating the way his chest tightens and everything seems to close in on him, Kuroo forces himself to respond. “O-Of course,” he nods, moving to walk in step with you but not without sending a pointed, somewhat panicked look back at Bokuto who seems plainly oblivious to the fact that they’ve been caught in their lie as he sends him a grin and a thumbs up.

This was so not good.

You don’t stop until the two of you are out of the gym, in the cool night air, away from any prying eyes or ears to listen in on the conversation. Kuroo finds himself uncharacteristically nervous and he almost feels like he’s going to vomit as he prepares himself for your lecture.

You’d have every right, and that’s something he can’t argue against, and he curses himself because he knew he shouldn’t have let Bokuto continue spouting these absurd stories that were so clearly meant to brag and--

“You know you don’t have to make up absurd stories to get my attention right?”

And Kuroo blinks but you seem so entirely not angry that he’s stunned silent.

“I mean, I’ll admit I believed them at first,” you laugh lightly, and the sound of it is so soothing to Kuroo. “But honestly, there’s no need to try and get my attention because... because--” and then you falter, and Kuroo blinks as he notices your gaze lower and your cheeks warm, as if you’re embarrassed--

“I already notice you. Just the way you are.”

Did he... did he hear that correctly?

Was that... was that meant to be a confession?

You’d just confessed to him, and Kuroo’s so completely in his own head with disbelief that he doesn’t realize with each passing moment you’re growing more and more unsure.

“Unless,” you squeak, causing Kuroo to blink down at you. “Unless I misread the situation and you weren’t trying to get my attention. Which if that’s the case, i’m so--”

But you never finish because in the next second Kuroo’s lips are pressed firmly against your own and his arms are slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him he pours his absolutely everything into that kiss like he’s being dying to do since you walk through those gym doors three years ago.

“Yes, operation get-Y/N-to-notice-Kuroo a success!”

“What an original name...”

“Were you watching us?”

“Bokuto!”

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squidkidatx · 3 years

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“Oh come on babe! Don’t act like you don’t like these changes.” Sighing, I put down the chain bracelet I was making. “That’s not the point. The point is that you used the remote, and then broke it so now we’re stuck this way until I make a new one.” Picking the bracelet back up, I continued. “And it’s not like those parts in the remote were cheap, you know. It took several years and some very lucky scrounging that I was even able to make it in the first place, and now I have to make another.” Pouting, she got closer and pushed against me. “It’s not like anybody will know that you used to be bigger. To the rest of the world you’ve always been that short, and I’ve always been this tall curvaceous beauty.” Slamming down the bracelet I stand up, for all the extra emphasis my tiny frame now brings me. “And that’s the problem isn’t it? WE are aware that we’ve changed. Doesn’t this fill you with inner turmoil knowing that you have essentially irreparably changed your spouses body without their permission or consent?” Staring angrily up at her I await her response. Wringing her hands and hanging her head in shame she replies. “Well it’s not like you put any warnings on it. It looked indistinguishable from any other remote.” “EXCEPT THAT IT WAS IN MY WORKSHOP!” I exploded in anger. “We had an agreement. I get my space to do my science projects, and we share the profit from them. And if they’re too rare to sell, but we might have a use for them, I ask your permission and consent, for every instance.” “And this is the one time I break that agreement because I thought we were close! I’ve never broken it before, and yet you’re holding this against me the ONE time I break it.” “And that’s why we’re having this discussion, instead of me leaving you. You know exactly what my ex did to me that left me like this, broken and jagged. Give me some space, I need to calm down.” Sitting back down I pick up the bracelet to continue. “I know you love me, and all that I am as imperfect as I am, but right now I just need a little space to calm down and sort out my thoughts. Without a word she turned on her heel and walked out of the workshop.

I truly loved Jess. She had found me when I wasn’t willing to trust anyone, not even my family, and had slowly repaired my heart after it had been so abruptly smashed by my ex-best friends who turned out to never have been my best friends. She was the kindest woman I knew, not that I knew too many, but she was kind to everyone. She taught me how to trust again. I knew she didn’t do this maliciously, and I had been holed up in my workshop a lot recently almost neglecting her, because as much I needed her she needed me just as much. Sighing, I finished the bracelet and studied it. It was a pretty rose gold, although that was only plating, and in its chains held a regal femininity that commanded attention but not overtly. It drew eyesight much like a butterfly lazily flying on a still spring day. It would still fit her, but I didn’t know how to give it to her with the current tensions between us. “Might as well get it over with.”

Walking out of the workshop and to the living room, which is usually where Jess goes when something is bothering her, I stop in the entrance. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t have any malicious intent Jess, in fact from the looks of it you had very positive ideas in mind.” Smiling drily I wait for her to respond. The silence stretches until she looks up. “I just wanted to spend more time with you. You had been going into your workshop for longer and longer leaving me alone. I just wanted to see what could take you away from me for so long. Turns it was literally something reality warping in scale.” Walking toward where she was seated on the couch, I stop just out of arms reach. “I know, and I’m sorry. Next time I work on a project this big, I’ll let you know. Give me your right wrist?” Slowly she offers me her right arm. As I take out the bracelet I see her eyes glimmer with more tears. Breathily, she asks, “For me?” Nodding i clasp it around her wrist. Suddenly standing, she grabs me and holds me tight to her body as she cries. Eventually she lets me go. “I love you.” Seeing the shock play across her face as I say those words to her, words that I haven’t said to anyone after what had happened to me, made me feel warmer. To know that even though we’ve been together for a while, that I could still surprise her was felt awesome. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry again.” I held her hand as she wiped the remaining tears from her face. “The bracelet is beautiful. How long did it take you?” “Meh, four hours? Not that long.” It really hadn’t taken that long, the guide I followed was really detailed and comprehensive. Feeling her free hand rest on my shoulder, I looked up. And went straight into a kiss. She had surprised me by taking the initiative, not that I could reach her without help, but that is beside the point. Wrapping her arms around my waist she pulled me into the air while kissing. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pulled her back in from the first kiss for another. Finally done with that kiss we stared at each other in silence, each waiting for the other to make a move. Grinning, she undid one of her arms and ran hand down my leg. “So this is how you felt all those times you picked me up. A girl could get used to this.” Nodding, because at this point I was already too far gone to speak, I watched as her grin widened. “Bedroom?” “Bedroom!” I barely managed to squeak out.

“On the bed tiny man.” Jumping on the bed immediately after being put down I waited for her next command. “Do I have to command you to strip, or are you going to read the room?” She said already half naked, not that she had much on before. Hurriedly I began taking off clothes, but not fast enough for Jess. She stopped my frantic movements and began tearing my clothes off leaving them in tatters. “There. Glad to see some things didn’t get any smaller.” She said before she pushed me to the middle of the bed. As she crawled onto the bed, I took what little time I had to admire her. She had been pretty before but now she commanded the room in a way she hadn’t before. Maybe it was her size, because she towered over me, but she felt imposing. A bit scary even. I didn’t know what she was going to do, or when she was going to do it. “You. Here. Now.” She said with a few vague gestures towards me and herself. As I approached I considered how she could easily hold me with one arm, and felt my lips dry out. Licking my lips I got within arms reach of her. Suddenly finding myself being held by the throat as she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “Do you know all that I could do to you right now? You are completely at my mercy.” Whimpering, I felt myself melt in her grasp. “Good boy. Just like that. Be good and you’ll get a reward.” Nodding I felt myself jump. “Lay down.” Acquiescing, I lay on the bad as she climbed on top. Looking into her eyes, I noticed that they had lost that characteristic warmth that she always had, and felt chills run down my spine. Slowly, she worked her way down taking her time to treasure every sensation before she bottomed out. She smiled, triumphant. She had never taken me to the base before and was now doing so with ease. “Is that all you got? Is my big strong mean really so small? Is his tiny little girlfriend too much for him to handle?” She said as she began riding me, bracing herself above my head. Thrusting up only meant she came down harder, while just letting her ride meant I was just passively accepting her teasing as the truth. So I began bucking trying to match her but she only got more intense. For every thrust I made, she rode harder and harder until all I could do was just lay there and let her have her way. “That’s right little man. You can’t do anything to me.” Feeling myself grow closer and closer to the point of no return I tried to warn her, but she quickly shut me up by dropping her breasts into my face. “Oh god, you’re so small that I can ride you and have your face in my breasts. Fuck.” Was she getting off on this more than I was? Her weight was only getting more intense as she rode, and it was getting hard to breath. Suddenly I felt her arch as she came, and she came hard. Breathing hard, she was still slowly riding until she came to a stop. Looking down at me with frenzied eyes, she smiled. “You didn’t come first! That earned you a reward.” Smiling she flipped me onto my back with my head in her lap and her hand in mine. Slowly she grabbed ahold, and began stroking. With her other arm she pushed me into her breast. “You wanted them this big. Might as well play with them, right?” Slowly I took her nipple into my mouth. “That’s right. It’s okay to be weak sometimes, especially around me. Okay?” Once I began playing with her nipple, her pace began to pick up. Soon, it was all a blur of pleasure. Except, I still hadn’t finished. “Why aren’t you finishing? You like this right?” Nodding emphatically I felt her movements get more intense as she got angrier. “Then why aren’t you finishing? Normally you come pretty soon after this sta-oh.” Slowly a fiendish smile crept over her face. “It’s okay little one. Let it all out. Let it all out for mommy.” Hearing those words unlocked some secret and suddenly I was tensed up and releasing all over her hand. “Good boy. Let it out just like that.” Slowly I felt my consciousness drift away. The last thing I remember was a kiss and this thought: Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years

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Exposed - Part 1

Din Djarin x female reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: a hint of voyeurism/exhibitionism (Din watches you touch yourself), dry humping, Din cums untouched bc I said he can

A/N: I’m back, baby. Hope y’all enjoy the new era of filth.

You weren't sure what you did to deserve such sweet torture from someone as stern as the Mandalorian. Maybe you looked at him a weird way or did something to piss him off. It was always so hard to tell what he was thinking since you could never see a single inch of his face.

You wished you could see his face now. It would make things a lot easier if you could see just one expression. Just one crack in his perfectly-crafted demeanor that gave you an insight into what he was thinking. You especially wished you had that insight when you were walking through the crowded marketplace a little less than an hour ago.

It was a peaceful moment before something unexplainable changed, and he snapped. Some invisible tension between the two of you finally came to a head, and before you could wrap your mind around what was happening, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the Razor Crest.

The child was swiftly placed in his crib, and you were soon ushered into the cockpit by the intimidating man you've come to know as a friend. You knew better than to question him; he'd taught you that lesson before. So instead of giving him an exasperated or confused look, you waited.

The wait felt like an eternity. Mando was always a man of few words, so you had learned to be patient when talking to him. But this time, your patience wore thin as he just stood there and stared at you.

You dragged your eyes down his body, noticing the blurred outline of your curves reflected in his beskar. His large, unyielding form seemed to take up most of the room. The realization made you shiver, and you yearned for him to say anything to break the tense silence.

You immediately regretted that yearning once he uttered the simple command, "Strip."

With the tilt of his head and a single word that caused your heart to beat faster, he had you in the palm of his hands – right where he wanted you. So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise that he got you this far: stripped naked and touching the most intimate part of your body while he watched and instructed your movements from the other seat in the cockpit.

You never imagined Mando would see you like this, and you never thought he'd utter such filthy words to you while you rubbed circles around your clit. A litany of his strict commands filled the air and you followed them all with no hesitation.

"Rub your clit faster," he muttered. You hardly registered the words before you did as he said. "That's it, keep that pace."

A low hiss could be heard through the static of his helmet before he groaned, "Spread your legs wider. I want a good view…"

Your head spun from how he expertly controlled your movements without even touching you. Mando was normally so quiet; this was the most he had ever said to you. It was as if a barrier broke between the two of you, and he was finally free to say what he'd been aching to say for so long.

Your body felt like it was on fire, and you could feel the faint pulse of your heartbeat throbbing within your lower body. It was intoxicating and torturous all at once. You needed more, but you knew you wouldn't get more until he allowed it. For now, you were bound by Mando’s unwavering gaze and his very specific instructions.

His firm tone filtered through his helmet so effortlessly that you wondered how he could be so confident in the dirty things he said to you. Had he practiced before? Or was there some way he knew exactly what you needed to hear? Either way, you couldn't help but tremble as he told you to slide two fingers inside your pussy.

You obeyed, of course – you wouldn't dare disobey the Mandalorian. As you pushed two fingers inside yourself, you made the mistake of looking up at him the moment the tips of your fingers brushed against your sensitive spot.

A desperate moan escaped your lips as your eyes met the 'T' of his helmet. You didn't need to see his face to know that he was watching every twitch of your body with immense satisfaction. A part of you hated how easily he reduced you to a quivering mess. A faceless man held so much power over you. You should have been scared of that realization, but instead, it only turned you on even more.

The small tilt of his head told you that he knew exactly how much of an effect he had on you. You curled your fingers and fucked yourself a bit faster, unable to take your eyes off him. Heat rushed to your chest and neck as you kept your eyes glued to his helmet. But as you let out another needy moan, a small shuffle of his body ripped your gaze away until it landed on his hands.

He gripped his thighs tighter than you had noticed before, balling his hands into fists when you whimpered softly. The tell was miniscule, but you noticed it nonetheless – the sounds you made were turning him on.

You moaned again, putting more emphasis in it this time, and you watched him fiddle with the fabric of his pants in response. The moment was soon interrupted by his gruff voice muttering another demand.

"Look back up at me. Don't take your eyes off mine." He sounded almost breathless now, and you knew that was a sign of how much he loved the way you moaned for him.

You didn't bother to remind him that you couldn't see his eyes – you knew what he meant. Besides, there was something so intense about staring at a blank mask, and you could tell his eyes were on yours by the way he started fidgeting in his seat.

Your cries grew louder as you continued pressing against the spot that made your toes curl. Desperation gnawed at your insides and your body craved something more. Your fingers weren't enough, and you felt too cold without the warmth of someone holding you close.

Despite the ache you felt, you were too scared to ruin the moment by asking for what you wanted. Instead of words, a small whine left your mouth as your eyes briefly flitted down to see the bulge in Mando’s pants. You whimpered when you realized how large he was, even within the confines of the tight fabric. You needed him so badly that you didn't bother hiding the way you blatantly stared at his crotch while whining for him. To your surprise, he broke the silence and said yet another thing that you never expected him to say.

"What's wrong? Is there something you want?"

You had never heard him use such a playful tone before, and it sent shivers down your spine. Without hesitation, you nodded frantically, not caring about whether or not he was only teasing you.

"I want to feel you," you whispered. You weren't sure how far you could go without breaking his Creed, so your sentence trailed off in uncertainty.

Luckily, he was satisfied with your response and beckoned you to his lap with the pat of a hand. You wasted no time in scrambling out of your seat and straddling him. His beskar felt ice cold against your bare skin, but the amount of heat that radiated from his crotch was enough to make you forget about the pricks of cold metal.

His large body effortlessly engulfed yours, and you tried not to shudder as your eyes met his helmet once more. He tilted his head to one side, and you knew what he was silently demanding you to do. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you slowly rocked your hips against his, testing his reaction.

He gripped your hips tightly, but he let you control the pace. Mando's body felt rigid against yours – a stark contrast to your frantic movements on his lap. He didn't seem to care about his own pleasure, and you realized he wanted you to use him for yours.

He was at your service, letting you take whatever you wanted from him. You rocked faster, feeling the pleasure build within your body. You could feel his cock grow harder beneath his pants, but he didn't ask you to move a certain way or focus on his body. He just watched as you gave into the feeling and struggled to keep your composure.

He bent his head down slightly, as if to press a kiss against your neck, but you were met with steel. The blunt bottom lip of his helmet dug into your shoulder, and you imagined what it would be like if you could feel his warm skin there instead. He grunted as you moved your hips faster. The sound went straight to your core, and you moaned in response.

You gasped as he brought one hand up to your neck, the leather of his glove feeling oddly cold against your flushed skin. You stilled your movements for a moment, wondering why he placed your hand on your neck. He wasn’t cutting off any of your air, but he held your chin up – ensuring your gaze stayed on his shiny helmet. His thumb caressed your jawline, tracing a small path towards your bottom lip. He wasn’t doing this to intimidate you; it was only to keep you there before his head tilted forward and rested against your forehead.

You resumed your movements, spurred on by how intimate the moment felt. His visor fogged with each of your heavy exhales, but he didn’t seem to mind. With each desperate rock of your hips, you wondered if he was looking straight into your eyes, waiting for that moment when your pleasure washed over your face.

"Are you close?" He asked in a soft whisper.

He didn't even need to ask – your body language gave everything away – but he wanted to hear you say it, so he repeated the question louder. You barely registered the question before your mouth fell open and you nodded with a whine. A satisfied huff could be heard through his helmet before he pushed your hips down with his other hand, helping you grind harder on him.

"Cum for me,” he whispered. “I want to see you let go."

His demand left you reeling. You gave into your pleasure and felt your release wash over your body as you grasped at his shoulders. He groaned softly, keeping your hips firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm. You felt him twitch in his pants before he came shortly after you, adding to the mess you had made on his lap.

Heavy panting echoed through the cockpit as the two of you caught your breath. He kept his tight grip on your hips, but your foggy mind started to clear, and you hid your reddening face in the crook of his neck. You were too embarrassed to move away, but it didn’t seem like he would have allowed it anyway.

You weren't sure what to make of the situation, especially since you knew he'd always be closed off with his armor and hidden inner thoughts. His touch was almost loving – maybe even possessive – but you knew that couldn't be true. This wasn't a part of his Creed, you knew that much. Your heart sunk at the thought that he'd probably never expose himself to you the way you had done for him without a second thought.

The Mandalorian owned every inch of your body and your heart, but the man behind the helmet would always be a mystery to you.

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