#restraining order for Dumbles

[themainreactor]

"Who forms a crush on a girl who eats a bell pepper like it's an apple?!"

In which, Itadori and Sukuna both form a crush on a strange upper classmate that they don't understand. You seem so calm yet deceitful and it scares Yuji to the point where he doesn't want to be around you. However, Sukuna can feel your power and pushes Yuji to talk to you. However you do something so dumbly simple yet questionable that Yuji's conflicted about it and Sukuna's scared.

Yuji doesn't know who you are, why you're a sorcerer, or how you're so much more stronger than almost everyone else.

All he knew is that one day, you came in the classroom with Gojo for some sort of sparing lesson.

All he knew is that you were three years older than him with a burn mark on the inside of your elbow that led to your shoulder.

All he knew is that it was strange that you had your own classroom assigned to you with no teacher.

All he knew is that one moment he's fighting you, and another moment, he's on his ass with you restraining him.

That didn't just happen to him, it happened to his classmates, the same exact way. And Gojo allowed it, just standing there with a pleased smirk.

Megumi? He let out every one of his shikigami he had and all you did was dodge... Dodge!? Like, the audacity to just allow him to attack you with an unfazed expression and then to take him down while he was exhausted.

Same with Nobara, trying everything she knew. From throwing her nails, to hammering a doll into a piece of a ripped, fallen cloth from your shirt. All you did was flinch when the air around you exploded. But even with this, you ended up winning, gaining on her and catching her by surprise through the smoke the explosion caused.

Oh how Sukuna desperately wanted to choke you out and teach you a lesson. He wasn't even the one you were fighting but he was pissed even seeing your face.

There was just something about you that Yuji couldn't bring himself to be okay with. Even though you were careful and calm with your movements, even though you looked sweet and gentle, he could just tell that if a person you respected told you to do something, you would probably do it without question.

For example, if one of the higher-ups told you to kill him, you would probably kill him.

He could just feel that you had no morals. Your eyes told him that you had experienced things that would break someone, and yet you looked unbothered. Like you didn't care. You almost reminded him of Sukuna, the nauseating demon that was using him as a vessel.

You weren't innocent and yet you looked so simple, so quiet, so tranquil. He didn't like it, you were strange yet unchanged.

Yuji didn't want to be around you, he felt scared.

Maybe that was partially due to him being able to hear Sukuna's stupid and deep voice in his head, telling him to beat the crap out of you before he jumped out and killed you instead.

He didn't know why Sukuna was freaking out, but all he knew was that he was going to fight and win. Until he fought and easily lost.

Sukuna felt threatened in his own habitat. He could feel the stress that your body was causing on his soul, he could feel the threat you had on him. As if you could kill him if you wanted to in an instant and you hadn't even done anything that could be considered scary.

Yuji lost so embarrassingly quicker than his classmates, and he didn't even get to use his cursed energy in order to attack. You just somehow got behind him and it was over.

Now here he is, way too close to your body as you restrain his hands and sit in-between his legs so he can't kick you.

He probably would have been turned on by your body against his if it weren't for the dark stare you gave him. It was a glare that told him you were a psychopath, that you were willing to kill him if he did something outta pocket.

Although he still felt a little hot, and he was pretty sure it wasn't just from the sparring.

Quickly after restraining him, you got up and offered to help him up. Yuji just dismissed you entirely, not wanting to be around you for another second as he got up and walked away, sulking at his loss.

Nobara scolded him, telling him not to be a sore loser while Megumi just left, standing next to the door as Gojo praises you and turns to his students.

He explains that he started the day off with an unfair sparring match with you because they all needed to understand a hand to hand combat that can't just be learned, it had to become muscle memory. That's what they all had to learn, that they could not take time to think in a real battle, otherwise they were dead.

Basically he was saying that they were all screwed against you because you were a killing machine that didn't think.

Whatever, lesson learned.

Yuji just let it go, not bothering to be around you just in case he was getting the wrong impression about you. Because if he was, he didn't want to be rude and confront you about something you weren't.

He also thought that you were hot but that was besides the point.

Unfortunately, you intrigued Sukuna. The reason being that he couldn't sense any cursed energy on you, however he could sense that you were a dangerous person. And what better way than to figure out what you even were than to pester Yuji non-stop about it until he was bone tired.

"What do you even want?!" Yuji groans out, slapping his face in his dorm room as he tries to sleep. For almost a month now, Sukuna kept annoying Itadori with your name, how you looked, how you acted, how your body felt against his.

... Well, the last thought was from him but the rest of them were too frustrating that he wasn't able to sleep well.

"I want you to get close." Sukuna starts, Yuji almost recoiling in anger from the all too familiar feeling of the skin on his cheek opening to make room for the curses eye.

"That's more reason for me to not do that. You don't do anything unless it's appealing to you." Yuji grumbles, standing up and yawning.

"I could care less what you think I'm gonna do. I would just like to talk, maybe play a bit." Was all Sukuna explained as he allowed his eye to disappear and a mouth to replace it so that he could speak clearer.

"Exactly why I won't do that. They doesn't deserve your nasty ass around!" Yuji yells towards Sukuna as he turns the light on in the dorm room. He needed to walk around or something and he didn't want this stupid conversation.

"Watch your tongue brat, you and I both know what we saw in those eyes."

He had to admit, Sukuna was right. No matter how much Yuji tried to paint you as a simple person, you were more than that.

Whether you were depressed or just some sort of high functioning sociopath, you weren't innocent, you were dangerous, borderline evil.

It was an unbridled power that Sukuna hadn't even felt around Gojo. Just how strong were you that he could feel in on you through a body he couldn't even fully control?

"... Why?" Yuji questions, sighing and stretching out his body for a bit.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." Sukuna backtracked, refusing to say anything for quite some time.

It was quiet, maybe Yuji could sleep now and leave this behind him.

Slowly he turns off the light and crawls back into bed.

The only thing he can hear is his own breathing.

"If you must know-"

"Oh no, Oh my gosh." Yuji muttered, groaning and shoving his face into his pillow. He didn't want to be thinking about Sukuna and his annoying voice right now, he didn't want to be thinking about you and who you may or may not be.

"Quiet brat, I was about to explain myself but I won't since I didn't ask for your input."

"I didn't ask for your's either."

"You did when you swallowed my finger."

Someone. Help. Him. Please! He's gonna strangle himself.

"Let me sleep." Yuji complains, rolling off of the bed and landing onto the floor with a thud. There was no way he was gonna survive.

"No, go talk, otherwise I'll kill them the next time I have control over you."

"Damn it!" Yuji yells out, standing up from the floor and walking over to his dresser.

He puts his socks on.

He puts his shoes on.

He won't bother to put a shirt on.

He'll just grab a blanket because he's so tired it almost humerous.

Yuji opens the door to his dorm room, taking in the silence before closing the door and proceeding to trip on his own feet and fall.

Yuji pitifully whines before standing back up. Hopefully he didn't wake anyone else up but he was quite frankly done with life at the moment.

"Pathetic." Sukuna scoffs at Yuji's mind, almost laughing at him.

"Shut up."

Yuji walks around the hallways, trying to figure out which dorm you were in until he found it.

He lightly knocked on your door, listening before knocking again.

If he was in his right mind, he wouldn't be doing this, but he was so sleep deprived that he could care less how stupid he looked.

After a while, he knocked again before silently groaning and deciding to just open the door since it was unlocked.

When he opened the door, he saw that you weren't actually in the room. However he secretly admired how clean your room looked at the moment.

He sighed, closing the door in annoyance. Clearly you weren't sleeping, at least not in your dorm room.

So dreadfully, Yuji walked back to his dorm room, passing the shared kitchen before noticing you and immediately turning around.

Yuji watched as you sat down on a stool in front of the counter, eating what appeared to be an apple as you read the back of a random box. You must have liked being in the kitchen.

He liked how calm you looked and for some reason, at that moment, he didn't feel like you were being deceitful. Was this really the same person that beat his ass a month ago?

Slowly he walked into the light of the kitchen, trying not to scare you but also trying to remain inconspicuous by grabbing a cup to fill up with water.

"Hey... How are you doing?" Yuji asks with a small smile as he yawns. He didn't really want to start a small conversation with you, but he might as well do it while he was here. Hopefully you didn't think he was weird.

"Good." You replied with a yawn as you nodded your head. It was only then that he noticed something.

Something that baffled him.

It was flabbergasting for him.

It absolutely bamboozled him.

He could keep going on and on. He had never seen something so outrageously confusing that should have been illegal.

"Are you... Eating a bell pepper?" Yuji asks, forgetting that he was even pretending to get a cup of water.

"Yes... Why?" You comment, biting into a piece of the bell pepper like it was nothing.

He's not upset that you're eating the bell pepper, he knows it's healthy. He's not even upset that you're eating it without cutting it.

He's upset that he even thought it was an apple to begin with. This was a problem because he had never seen a human being of any age, eat a bell pepper raw and uncut like it was normal.

"Oh, okay... Um wow, well... Good night?"

Who knew he could get horny and turned off at the same time by watching someone three years older than him bite into a bell pepper?

He wasn't even sure he was horny, he was just absolutely sure that he wanted to be around you now. You ate a bell pepper like you were flipping off nature. Like, 'forgot you and your apples!'

He was sure that you weren't evil. There was no damn way you could be evil and eat a bell pepper like that.

"Goodnight." You replied with a small but polite smile. What caught him was your eyes again. Your eyes were pretty, and even with the serious color in them and how it looked blank. This had to be the first time that he knew that you weren't just going through the motions.

You were present and you looked happy, or at least calm.

"Wait... Um, do you remember me?" Yuji asks, deciding to come and join you in another stool.

"Yes... You're Itadori right?" You reply with the same smile you had, yawning before taking another bite of your bell pepper.

He seriously wasn't going to let this go anytime soon. You were acting like it was no big deal.

"Yep, that's me." Yuji smiled, pointing at himself before he felt his cheek try and open.

Curse the damn curse.

"Hey brat."

"Brat?" You question the mouth, looking at Yuji's cheek before looking back at Yuji himself.

"Sorry! That's Sukuna, he does that sometimes." Yuji starts in a bashful tone, not trying to get embarrassed by the curse.

"Oh right... He's got a title... I can't remember what it is."

"I'm the King of curses you weakling." Sukuna mutters, trying to make himself feel better by insulting you.

However that wasn't really working because he was a bit caught up in the change you had in your eyes. Clearly when you fought, you were a different person than when you were resting and for some reason, Sukuna was drawn to it.

"Well, nice to meet you." You start, but get interrupted by the annoying creature.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't you forget it rat! I'll have you kn-"

"I'll give you a moment to shut up." You scolded with a tired gaze, effectively getting the curse to quiet down as fast as he spoke.

"... Is he always so articulate?" You ask Yuji with a teasing smile, making Yuji smile in return.

He was happy that you weren't some psychopath or freaky murderer. You seemed like a normal person that he would like to be around. But clearly you weren't too boring since you ate bell peppers strangely.

"Yeah, he's an ass and if we're being honest, he's kinda vile."

"Make sense, he is the King of Curses." You replied, unbothered by the topic. You were tired and your insomnia wouldn't sleep. You were kinda happy to have some company.

"Yeah, so... You're night going well Y/n?" Yuji asked, carefully watching as you ate the rest of your bell pepper.

"Yep, yours?" You yawned.

"Good, good... How do you feel about Jennifer Lawrence?"

What a fun question.

"How do I feel about her? Well... She's a great actress." Was all you could really say. You watched like one movie with her and an interview with a rubiks cube inside jello.

"Yep..."

Wait, didn't both Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson act in like three movies together? That was something you could talk about.

"So... Have you seen that Josh Hutcherson edit?"

"No! Don't remind me of that tiktok trend! It's all over my for you page and I'm gonna lose my shit!"

Safe to say that the two of you basically became friends that night.

Now Yuji doesn't hate you, he likes being around you a lot. Making hand shakes with you and talking about celebrities, specifically Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson.

But Yuji gets called out a lot by Nobara. She says that he acts like a lost puppy around you and Megumi just asks him not to hurt your feelings.

Whether it be due to how hilarious you looked when you were eating a bell pepper or the fact that you could get Sukuna to shut up if he talked outta line he didn't know why he would act that way.

Yuji respected you and unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, formed a crush.

Sukuna on the other hand didn't want to be around you in a million years. His feelings had been hurt ever since you told him to shut up, but what was he going to do about it? Cry?

He would just have to get on your good side at some point since he genuinely wouldn't mind being a part of your life. Maybe he should stay away to, you make Sukuna feel uncomfortable with his evilness.

Sukuna also seems to be scared of you even though you haven't done anything. His pride is hurt by you so when Yuji's tired of his bull crap and you're not around, he'll threaten him with you.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to let you out and allow Y/n to beat your ass."

"Don't you dare brat!"

"Then be nice!"

"How dare you, I'm the king of-"

"Y/N!! Sukuna's being an ass again."

"Sorry brat! I'm shutting up!"

"Whatever."

"... Pathetic."

"That's it."

"Wait! No!"

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[thesightstoshowyou]

~ Three, Two, One…. ~

Lochlan (lok-lin) Smith

A Sight’s Slasher OC

“My friends call me ‘Lok.’ You will call me that too.” Dumbly, you nod, quickly stilling when you realize what you’re doing.

Age: 29

Pronouns: He/him

Location: East Coast

Language: English

Sexuality: Bisexual

Profession: Job-hopper. Whatever pays the bills and funds his “hobby”

Slasher type: Self-aware sadist

Weapon of choice: Anything and everything

Skills: Persuasion, hypnosis, stealth, blending in, silver tongue

(Warnings below: Mentions of violence, suicide, hypnosis, murder, gore, torture, noncon, and supernatural elements)

🕜 Appearance:

Height: 6’0

Weight: ~180lbs

Hair: Copper red, short on the sides, longer on top

Eye color: Green

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Notable traits: His hair and piercing gaze

Body type: Athletic

🕥 Personality:

Lochlan is a chameleon. He will adjust his personality to compliment those with whom he interacts. He can be charming, funny, quiet, boisterous, or whatever you need to feel comfortable. He can blend seamlessly into any group or situation and he always has something clever to say.

Lok knows his name is silly. He doesn’t care. In fact, he kind of likes it. It makes him seem less threatening. Go ahead, crack a joke about it. He’ll laugh with you. You’ll let your guard down. Now, he has a way in.

Lok is much different in private. He’s a condescending bastard with a god complex. He is a true sadist; he never feels more pleasure than when he’s hurting someone. To Lok, people are things to mould and destroy as he chooses.

🕚 Method:

Lok loves to people watch. He’ll search a crowd and single out someone who looks impressionable. The more susceptible you are to hypnotism, the easier it is for him to talk you into a trance.

He’ll follow you for a few days, when he has the time. He’ll learn your schedule, formulate a plan, find an opening.

Next, he’ll put himself in your path. Maybe he stands behind you in line for coffee. “I noticed your pin. I love that band! What’s your favorite song?�� Isn’t it a coincidence it’s his favorite song too? And what are the odds he has the exact same coffee order as you?

When Lok speaks, you find yourself almost compelled to listen. When your eyes meet his, your mind becomes just a little fuzzier. You can’t help but relax, letting the sound of his voice fill your head. His words are so calming. What’s that, he wants you to follow him? Yeah, that sounds nice. His car? Yes, you’ll get in. You are feeling pretty sleepy, after all. It will be nice to sit down.

When you wake, you’ll find yourself restrained in a small room. The walls will be littered with tools and other evil implements. You won’t know how or why you’re here.

This is the extent of Lok’s planning.

Now, he can chase whatever ideas come to him in the moment. Should he rip out all your teeth? Break your fingers? Carve away flesh? Dissect you and fuck the wounds? He’ll figure it out as he goes and he’ll do whatever makes you scream the loudest.

However, his favorite past time is playing with your mind.

🕣 Background and Hypnosis:

Lok has always been persuasive, even as a child. It seemed as though—if he concentrated hard enough—he could talk his classmates into doing things they would never normally do. Once, he convinced the kid bullying Lok about his hair to stick his finger in the pencil sharpener and crank the lever.

A year later, at 8 years old, he would convince his mother’s boyfriend to blow his brains out all over the bathroom walls. Technically, this was his first victim, but he wouldn’t kill someone with his own hands until he was 17.

When Lok was 12, his mother took him to a family event downtown. It was some kind of fair organized by the local businesses. Because it was free, they could go, he remembers her saying.

There was a magician. Lok remembers the stupid card trick he’d flubbed. None of the other kids noticed.

Next up was a hypnotist. Lok assumed it would be another fool in a cape, but this man proved him wrong. He was self-assured, smooth, and practiced. When he counted backwards and placed audience volunteers under his spell, Lok’s eyes grew wide in astonishment. The man made them cluck like chickens and pretend to bob for apples! He could make them do whatever he wanted….

Curiosity turned to obsession. Lok spent months at the library, studying different hypnosis techniques and reading testimonials. Hypnotherapy piqued his interest in particular. Imagine what things he could learn from someone in a trance, things he could hold over then once they were lucid.

As Lok grew, so did his skill. Using hypnosis, he could force victims to say and do things no other hypnotist in history could manage. To Lok, this meant he was a prodigy, a genius, far superior to the average man.

But, unknown to even Lok himself, there is an explanation for his unnatural talent.

Lok possess an inkling of supernatural ability. An inhuman ancestor, long ago, passed down abilities through the bloodline. After hundreds of years, only small traces remain. In Lok, this manifests as persuasive skill beyond the realm of natural human ability.

“You’ll like it, when I bring you down. All the way down. But when you come back, I’ll be waiting right here. And I make consciousness hurt.”

~~

(Read my first fic starring Lok here)

#lochlan smith #lok smith #thesightstoshowyou #slasher oc #slasher original character

[synthhorror]

sibling of sin: why is the band called ghost anyways? lucifer/bishop stell's room: *johnny cash's [ghost] riders in the sky blaring from a speaker*

This gave me an unholy idea, partner 🤠

Nihil was never going to be able to listen to Johnny Cash the same way again, not that he was a big country fan anyway.

An old cowboy went riding out

One dark and windy day

The sultry western tones, muffled by the large oak door that sealed Bishop Stell’s office, managed still to fill the office halls of the high clergymen. A sibling would have to walk close in order to hear the rhythmic thumps of the bishop’s desk against the wall, followed by the barely restrained moans of their Papa.

Upon a ridge, he rested

As he went along his way

Nihil was bent over the bishop’s desk, white knuckling the edge of the wood. His chest was pressed down against the top, creasing paper work and spilling ink. Nihil felt like he couldn’t barely breath as the body above him had him pinned face down, pistoning into him like a wild demon. The feral rutting some how managing to hit his prostate with flawless accuracy each time. The grip on his hips felt like claws threatening to break the exposed skin. He would have been humiliated by the noises being pulled out of him right now, if it weren’t for the fact that he could barely think. Lust filled each one of his senses and ruled every muscle in his body. He managed to twist his head around and let one hand go of the desk, sliding it through the dark brown hair of the man fucking his very soul, pulling his head down. Nihil kissed him bruisingly, feeling too sharp teeth bite down on his lower lip. Iron filled his mouth and ran down his chin, mixing with his already ruined paint. It drove him deeper into the kiss and made the desk slam into the wall faster, moans barely escaped their connected lips. Nihil was vaguely shocked by how pretty the Devil sounded; he always loved hearing him sing.

When all at once a mighty herd

Of red-eyed cows he saw

Dumbly, NIhil opened his eyes, which snapped him out of his drunken state. Two black voids bore into him. Windows into the pits of Hell, threatening to pull him down. Smoke trickled out between horrifyingly sharp teeth peaking past the Bishop’s lips, the scent of it adding to his intoxication.

It was too late to look away now. Nihil was flipped over onto his back as the bishop adjusted himself. He had Nihil’s entire lower body pulled up, biceps straining tightly against the black fabric of his suit. 

Dear Satanas, he wasn’t going to survive this. 

Nihil’s soul was saved in that moment by the Bishop’s phone ringing. For a moment, Nihil thought he could finally have a breather as the fucking ceased. He was a gasping mess, watching as Bishop Stell moved himself up, a trace of his blood smeared on his lips. It was infuriating how perfect he looked right now, with his ‘superior’ underneath him a complete wreck. 

Nihil’s hope for a break died the second Stell answered the phone without pulling out. His eyes remaining locked with his Papa’s.

“Hello…. Sister, how are you?” He answers so casually and pleasantly. Nihil’s eyes widened when he heard the woman’s voice on the other side of the call. He was not going to get a break.

“I’m doing well, thank you. Is Papa with you?”

“Sure is.”

“So he proposed the idea to you?”

“Mmhm…” he took a long drag of the cigarette Nihil forgot he had lit before this ‘meeting’ had started.

“I love it. ‘Ghost’… that’s cute.” his low chuckle following a grin full of sharp teeth, fresh smoke drifting out from his exhale. His hips began rolling back into Nihil slowly, bumping his tip into the place he needed it, so fucking gently. Stell now had the phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, using his free hand to massage Nihil’s hip soothingly where he had previously been holding the bone in a death grip. 

“I thought you’d like it. Is that the reason for the song you’re blasting in your office right now?” Her question seemed so innocent.

“It’s fitting one, isn’t it?” The man purred as he allows his head to roll back in ecstasy of his own languid pace, the muscles in his neck tensing. 

Nihil was going to pass away on this desk.

A bolt of fear went through him

As they thundered through the sky

“Can I talk to him?”

“Sure can, sweet girl.” the Bishop smirks as he hands the phone to Nihil. Son of a bitch. Nihil slowly reached up to hold the receiver, pressing it to his ear. 

“Sister, h-hey.” Oh he was trying so hard to sound normal. Unfortunately for Papa, those loving thrusts started to pick up pace again, still slow enough not to make the desk creak. 

“So, did you have to gamble with him?” Sister’s voice sounded as sweet and beautiful as ever. 

“Y-yes- well… it was more of a deal… I owe him some favors- fuck… but he’s going to bless the project.” Nihil’s positivity was faltering into shaky words and whimpers.

“That’s wonderful. You sound so happy, Papa. Are you grateful?” She asks, a certain edge in her voice now that was threatening to throw Nihil over the edge early. 

“Very…” he breathes, watching the Devil lean down towards him, shotgunning the drag he just took into Nihil’s already parted lips. 

“Who are you grateful towards?”

“... You… and R-reverend Stell.” Papa groans as the fucking started again, their chests now pressed together and his legs were being held around Stell’s waist. 

“That’s not his name. Who are you grateful towards, Papa?” Surely Stell could hear Sister as well with his head being so close. 

“Lucifer…” The name gasping from him. He was so desperately close now. 

“No. What’s his fucking name, Nihil?” Her demand sending a jolt down his spine. Sister practically tore the air out of his lungs with her own hands.

“God! Thank you, God- oh Fuck!” Nihil’s hands grip Stell like death as the man above him snapped.

“Son of a bitch- say that again!” Lucifer snarls into Nihil’s neck as he folded him in half, railing him harder than before. 

“Please God- fuck- yes! Thank you God!” he repeated over and over until all he could see was white light flooding his vision. 

Then, cowboy, change your ways today

Or with us you will ride

Trying to catch the devil's herd

Across these endless skies

The Devil’s body seared his skin, Lucifer’s chest heaving like flames growing and shrinking, threatening to engulf Nihil. Papa would be happy to burned to ash in that very fire right about now. 

“Thank you, boys. Good luck writing that next song.” Imperator chirps before ending the call herself. Nihil just let the phone slide out of his hand. 

Ghost riders in the sky

#the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost bc #the band ghost au #the band ghost oc #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost smut #papa nihil #sister imperator #young nihil #young papa nihil #young sister imperator #lucifer

[leggerefiore]

△Kyurem Emin▼

cw: angst lmao, major character death

● He was the original dragon, the being in which both Ingo and Emmet split from. A dragon of balance, who is believed to have ruled Unova during his time. Long grey wings spread from his back with thick, tough skin with the downy feathers. Horns spread from his head while accented with fluff at its bases. A complicated tail heavy on his back, able to act powerful, freezing ice. His feet are strong clawed paws, while his hands only have the claws. He's taller than the twins, as well.

○ As the ruler of Unova, he was always busy with managing and keeping everything in order. He couldn't recall just when he had become king of this region, but he knew that it was simply his duty. Of course, everyone loved and revered him as he kept everything so peaceful and calm. Emin was a fair, just leader. There are still many, many accounts of his rules. Many following kings and political figures attempted to imitate him, but no one could do it perfectly.

● Emin enjoyed being king, taking pride in how he kept Unova together, but something lurked underneath his kind smiles and stern looks. The Kyurem hybrid was lonely. Dreadfully so. He did his work dutifully, but his heart begged for something more. He was so cold, and he wanted another to keep him warm. His true mate was out there, assuredly. Emin could only wait to meet them.

○ You were a simple servant who worked in the castle. Many of the servantry had never seen the king, so there was often talk and gossip about what one person had heard or seen. You were certain you could easily pick him out in a crowd, but you weren't allowed in the royal quarters or used in the area of the throne room. Though, one night in the gardens, after stress from a rogue bullying campaign by your fellow servants had become too much, you saw him. Noble was the first word in your mind; sad was the second one. Dumbly, you approached him.

● Emin's heart nearly stopped when his eyes spotted a servant walked toward him. He had stepped out into the garden to clear his head after a feeling of longing became too much. His mate was nearby, bug he had not seen them. Well… Now he had. You flinched as the king embraced while blabbing endearments and promises. The hug felt right, however. You returned the affection, ease settling over your wear mind. Eventually, he pulled away and knelt before you. His hand pulled yours to his lips. “My mate… I have finally found you,” his voice was soft like a summer rain, “I love you more than you can possibly perceive…”

○ It was very much a whirlwind romance, but it was hard not to be swept up in it all. The Dragon hybrid was nothing but loving and caring, exciting moments happened more often than you expected. Previous tormentors backing off the instant it was out that you were the mate of someone so close to deity. It was not long before you completed the ritual to seal your bond with Emin and a proper marriage ceremony. You joined, ruling the land at his side.

● When you expected stress and heavy burdens, Emin lifted those pains away from you. You were free to take on the duties as wanted. Naturally, you took on quite a few in order to ease the weight from the icy dragon's shoulders. He deeply appreciated your kindness. Lips pressing to your cheeks before resting his forehead against yours. His hands grasped yours as he whispered about his undying love for you.

○ The king was nothing but a perfect mate to you, patient and kind. He had waited so long for your appearance that he was capable of restraining himself as you needed. Nights were in a comfortable burrow within sheets and blankets, as the frigid dragon stole your warmth for his own. You didn't mind, his tender affections more than making up for the chill. Kisses pressed all over and gentle promises fall from him. You did much the same, easing the stressed man from his title and duties into a simple person who deserved love. He thanked you endlessly.

● Time travels on; people come and go. A new advisor comes along. He's amazingly good, everyone says, and he soon lands in Emin's close circle. The change is apparent. Suddenly, the bliss is covered in dark stormy clouds. Whispers of foreign wars spreading to Unova; plagues and famine to reap the fertile land of your home. You knew exactly who brought such terrible information, but you also knew it was untrue. So long as Emin remained, balance would remain in the land. He was a wonderful negotiator and had strong allies that would never allow such things to come.

○ You pleaded for the removal of that baleful green-haired man, but Emin refused. He argued that these matters were of grave importance. It left you afraid, moments where his voice held too much variance to be natural. Like he was splitting into two. Everything slowly got worse, the ignored dust growing thick and near solid. You moved to find Emin once again, but he was nowhere when you looked. As you headed to the throne room, a figure moved to intercept you in the gallery.

violence and blood under the cut, character death and descriptions of some uncomfy things.

● The very advisor you despised. He sneered at you. “All my hard work is always undone by you…” he growled, a hand moving to grab something from under his robes, “I can no longer take it. I must simply remove you from the picture.” A blade is unsheathed. You are tackled to the ground before you can react, blade buried into your stomach. You couldn't even scream as a hand closed around your throat. Why? Why was he doing this? Tears burned your eyes. Bright crimson stained the white of your robes. Your death would have horrible consequences for everyone, you knew. This was a power struggle.

○ The footsteps echoed, and the advisor dashed to hide behind a tapestry. The door of the throne room swung open to reveal Emin, long silver strands blowing from the change in airflow. Bright yellow eyes shoot wide as he notices you. He runs to embrace your wounded form. You take useless, ragged breaths and cough up some blood. You murmur the advisor's name, unable to say much more. Everything was hazy and sluggish, thoughts were impossible to think. You close your eyes. Letting go was impossible to resist.

● The advisor tries to sneak out the gallery, but a dragon king stands to his full height, freezing the room around him. The doors wouldn't open, and his body was growing weak. Emin turns to the advisor with cold, unfeeling eyes. Balance could be achieved, a life for a life. The advisor yells in vain as crystals flow around him and slowly begin to materialise into chunks of ice. From his feet up, he is slowly encased within a chunk of ice. His last conscious sight is the dragon king in tears.

○ Emin kneels beside your body. Your pulse has stopped; your chest no longer swells with breath. He doesn't feel whole any longer. No longer did he wish to exist in this realm, not without his precious mate at his side. A feeling of becoming unwound blossoms, thoughts splitting into two separate lines. His body feels alight with fire and buzzing electricity. It hurts so badly, and he wants to stay whole. He can't. Not without you. Odd, inhuman sobs echo the room as the feeling of being drained overcomes him. His last proper thoughts of what would become of Unova in his absence. It had never been without his.

● Ingo consoled his sobbing counterpart as he laid their mate's head in his lap. The two instantly knew what they were from the second they separated from their previous entity. The dragon of ideals was freed first, but immediately followed by the one of truth. Emmet and Ingo; Reshiram and Zekrom. They could only pick up the pieces left for them. The disorder and turmoil their existence marked would divide them for the longest of time, but in these few moments of mourning, they could exist together.

#emin.ima #pokehybrid au

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Fanfic: A Tale of a Tail Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11651617/1/A-Tale-of-a-Tail

 An AU kicking off mostly from where Hagrid picks up Harry, though he's very AU. Some OC, but mostly just independent Harry. No pairings. Rating for some languageish things. Writing is complete, but will add one chapter a week, when I remember to (only 5 or 6 long, can't remember which)

#harry potter #no pairings #ravenclaw Harry #Harry doesn't have time for anyone's shit #everything ends by 4th year #restraining order for Dumbles #3 years of healing #notice-me-not is Harry's best friend #Harry doesn't play quidditch #fanfiction #we are going to sue a hell of a lot of people #Flamel heir #There is so much shit in Harry's blood it ain't funny #Abnorm Alley #Abnorm is mostly compromised of Muggleborn businesses

[valuedabovehoardedgold]

Friction Part 2

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Bruises, Imprisonment, Choking, Finger fucking, Finger Sucking, Heisenberg being an ass (This is a dark fic once again if that is not your cup of tea do not interact)

Rating: EXPLICIT

Word Count: 2317

Tagging: @theravencawsatmidnight

Summary: It's been a few days since your interaction with Lord Heisenberg. What could possibly happen when he comes back pissed from a good old 'family' meeting.

Part 1 can be read here

It's been a few days, and Heisenberg hasn't come back for you. Food gets shoved through a slot in the door. Some hard bread and questionable water, but it's something to fill your stomach and keep you aware. It's enough to sustain you for the time being. So he doesn't want you dead; yet. But you're not important enough to come back to. You don't know whether to be grateful or terrified. Maybe he'll leave you here to waste away, or worse; he's waiting for you to crack. He'd already messed with your mind the last time you didn't need to find out what else he could do when he came back.

To stop your panicking thoughts, you wandered the room you've been- sequestered to. The chain allowed you enough movement that you could get close enough to look over the papers on the desk. Most of it is illegible; from what you could make out, it looked like notes. Mostly anatomy, some engineering sketches. But nothing to help you plan a way out of this mess.

Your next tactic is to figure out how to get the chain off, or at least unshackled from the floor. A few jerks on the length proved fruitless. He's managed to weld the damn thing to the floor. Something tells you its purpose is to incapacitate something a lot tougher than you.

So now you look around the dingy space for something to cut the chain with. Again the length of the chain preventing you from exploring much. Everything that might hold some tools is out of reach, even when you tried reaching with a barefoot to pull open one of the drawers of the desk.

You drop to the floor, trying and failing to figure out how the hell you could get out of this place. As you ponder the welded chain length on the floor. You hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps stomping toward your prison; you wait expecting another round of shitty bread and water. But everything stops when the door slams open, and the footsteps continue into your space.

It's Heisenberg, and he's pissed, that medieval hammer clutched in his fist as he storms in. A cigar clenched in his teeth billowing smoke in his wake. Going over to the desk, he slams the hammer viciously against the wall. You watch wide-eyed as the hammer imbeds into the concrete. Dread fills every inch of you.

This is it...This is where I die.

He drops into the rusted chair by the desk. Taking a long drag of his cigar before slamming the remains in his fist.

"Fuckin' stupid super-sized bitch telling me how to run my fuckin' factory," snarled through gritted teeth as Heisenberg removes his hat, gloves, and shades. Discarding them on the desk, he's silent for a few minutes. You hope he's forgotten about you in his rage. But those hopes are dashed as those eyes glance over to your shivering form.

"Come here," he whispers, and his eyes lock onto yours. A whirlwind of emotions works its way through your mind. But your legs refuse to move, so you sit on the ground dumbly staring at him. A deer in headlights.

"I said," the sound of metal groaning reaches your ears as the end of your shackles rip from the floor and into his outstretched palm. "Come here!"

He gives a hard yank on the chain, and you stumble forward landing in a graceless heap at his feet. He chuckles quietly as you glare at him. From up close, and without his hat and shades you see he's handsome...In a rugged sort of way. His face is covered with scars. Green eyes observe your crumpled form at his feet, his lips twist into a wicked smile.

He yanks on the chain again, and you take his not-so-subtle hint, standing before him awaiting his next command. You try to ignore the way his gaze rakes over your form.

Another yank on the chain, and you're falling forward onto Heisenberg. Hands catching yourself on his chest, he smirks up at you. His hand grabs your hip pulling you forward to straddle him. The position presses your hips to his. Stifling a noise of surprise, you squirm in his hold, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip. It's a silent threat but one that quells you all the same.

Heisenberg's hand keeps your hips pressed to his grinding himself into your core. You gasp as your bodies meet; the sensation feels good. With every grind, a spark begins in your innards. Your cunt throbbing as the sparks can only get you so far. Heisenberg's smirk turns to a feral grin as a frustrated moan finally leaves you.

"Enjoying yourself sweetheart?"

Your fingers fist in his shirt, a glare is leveled at his stupid fucking face. But you're anger only adds to his delight.

"Is this really the best you've got?"

Oh, that quip gets him, the grin is gone, and with a snarl, he yanks on the chain, hard. He snarls into your ear as your body contorts into his.

"Oh, wrong move," his growl sends an unwanted flood of lust through you. The collar around your neck is yanking you back with a choked cry you're slammed painfully onto the desk. The chain follows slipping from his grip forcing your arms and hands over your head.

Heisenberg stands observing you with a calculating glance before a flash of metal and clothing is sliced away. Exposing your flesh to the cold of the room. Your nipples pebbling in the frigid air, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

"Hey!"

You fight against the chains and collar to no avail. Heisenberg has you splayed out before him, and you're left to his mercy once again. He's quick to take advantage, slipping between your spread legs. Hunching over your prone form. He leans down pressing his nose against the flesh of your neck. Again he grinds himself into your core. Another strangled moan leaves you as the fabric of his cargo pants rubs your throbbing exposed clit.

Eyes clamped shut; you shudder as his hands, now free from holding you explore every inch of flesh exposed to him. Rough and calloused his hands leave sparks of electricity as they dance across your skin. Tweaking your hardened nipples cruelly, the sensation of pain and pleasure mingling. With every spark, you jolt a pitiful whine leaving your clenched teeth. He smirks against your flesh nipping at your neck and shoulder. You feel your flesh bruising beneath his attentions. After every hard nip, he runs his tongue along the mark, soothing the sting for a moment.

"You say you've had better pretty girl? Your cunt says otherwise."

To make his point, his left hand drifts from your breast along the curve of your hip to your weeping slit, where he takes a moment to rub your clit before delving further. He smiles wickedly as another strangled moan leaves you. Your hips bucking into the feeling as his fingers leave your clit to sink deep into your cunt with one thrust.

That shocks you, your eyes ripped open, mouth open in a silent scream. Heisenberg sets a fast pace, burying his fingers deep into your cunt with every thrust.

The sensations send all thought stalling; it had been too fucking long. Your body relishes in the feeling of his fingers stroking your walls. Curling the digits he finds that spot inside your cunt that has you seeing stars. All your mind can think of is how fucking good it feels, as his fingers thrust in and out of you in no discernable pattern. His palm meeting your clit with rough slaps. Your thighs tense with every movement, pulling at your bonds.

Heisenberg snarls above you rutting himself against the desk his pupils blown as he watches you writhe beneath him. With every thrust muscle tense, breath hitches, you're so close.

"Look at you pretty girl," he huffs into your ear as your hips press into his hand.

"Soaked, and humping my hand like a bitch in heat. Didn't take you long at all."

The sound of his laughter has you shivering as another gush of slick leaks from your cunt. You know it's a taunt, but your mind's too muddled to form a coherent response.

So close to the edge, and your hips press into his hand. When he pulls his fingers from your soaked cunt you can't stop the scream of frustration that leaves you.

Heisenberg pulls back admiring your heaving breasts. The way your thighs twitch and your cunt throbs. Another dark grin he's over you again slick-covered fingers, pressing past your open lips and into your mouth.

"Clean these up, and no biting."

An order you unthinkingly begin to obey, your tongue lapping at his fingers tasting yourself on his flesh. Mixed with god knows what else. But your horny mind couldn't give a shit, Heisenberg groans, watching your lips and tongue work on his fingers.

The sound of a belt unbuckling jolts you from your task, but Heisenberg is quick. His cock in hand rubbing his length against you. A muffled noise leaves you as he smirks.

"Good girl," he hums, and with no warning, thrusts into you, taking his length in one hard stroke. The wind knocked from your lungs. Heisenberg groans as your walls flutter around his length. He's fucking big, and the burn of being filled so suddenly has your mind stalling. Fuck, it feels good as he bottoms out filling you to the brim.

"Fuck...oh, you're perfect pet."

He removes his fingers from your lips, both of his hands braced on either side of your hips. Heisenberg meets your gaze, taking in your flushed face, the way your tongue slips out to wet your lips. He snarls starting a punishing pace.

Flesh slapping against flesh fills the stale room as every one of his thrusts empties and fills you over and over again. You pull at your chain restrain wanting to find purchase on his shoulders, fingers grasping at the air as the chain pulls taut keeping your arms trapped.

He's merciless hips slamming into yours again and again. You feel the bruises forming on your skin where his hips plow into yours. But part of you doesn't care; you don't care at all that you covered with his marks. It sends another jolt of pleasure through your core Heisenberg snarls as your cunt quivers around him.

"You about to cum pet?"

He hunches over you, hips never slowing as one hand grasps your chin forcing you to look at him. Panting and groaning over you, he's just as wrecked as you are. His breath fanning over your face as he fucks you into the desktop.

"Answer me!"

He growls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks; you moan at the pain.

"Yes, please...please let me--"

"Please?"

You whine as his thrusts slow, and the delicious friction slows with it. It's so close to that release that you've been stumbling after since this started. His eyes lock onto yours, and your drowning in those green eyes.

"Please, sir--"

He leans his head to the side like he can't hear you. It's so tempting to take advantage of him like this, bite his ear...might be enough to get him off. But no, you're too far gone. You need this.

"I'm sorry, what was that pet?"

You grind your teeth, but desperation wins out over pride.

"Please, sir, please let me fucking cum!"

His smile is wicked, and his eyes are dark. You've crossed a line that there is no returning. And, for now, you're okay with that.

"Good fucking girl."

It's what he needs to hear, a submission that he's fucked you into oblivion that you can never come back. He starts up the brutal pounding again, and his other hand slips between your bodies. Finding your abused clit his fingers circle the little bud as he fucks you stupid.

The sensations have you screaming his name, a howl that he joins as he fucks you through your climax. The pace doesn't slow even as your body jolts from the overstimulation, and moans turn to cries.

He fucks you through two more climaxes as your body is about to give out; he growls out his release. You go limp, feeling his length throb inside your cunt. Jolting with every spurt of cum filling you.

Heisenberg remains in you for a few more moments, groaning as your cunt milks his cock. He huffs above you as your pant below him. It could be a blissful moment if it wasn't interrupted by something banging around outside the room.

Heisenberg snarls to himself, pulling out and leaving you splayed out on the desk. Tucking himself away, he's quick to pick up his hat, shades, and gloves. The chain has gone slack, but you're still too blissed out to move.

He stands over you, considering your form, before walking over to a cabinet taking a thick woolen blanket. From there, he tosses it over to you.

"Be a good pet while I'm gone. I've got a lot more plans for you tonight."

With an outstretched hand, the hammer dislodges from the wall. Without a second glance and laughter echoing in the hall, he's left. Though, you hear the telltale signs of a lock clicking. Of course, he wouldn't give you a chance to break out just yet. You wrap yourself up in the blanket; the material protects you from the worst chill of the room.

Everything is sore, your arms from their position above your head, your neck where the collar cut into delicate flesh. Bruises are forming on your skin.

You know it shouldn't be the first thought in your mind. But you hope Heisenberg gets back sooner rather than later.

#Karl Heisenberg x reader #Karl Heisenberg x you #Karl Heisenberg imagine #Karl Heisenberg x female reader #Resident evil village imagine #resident evil 8 imagine #karl heisenberg #Resident evil village #resident evil 8

[kikis-writing-world]

Please may I request # 29 on the soulmate prompt list with Din pretty please?

Im getting bounty Hunter vibes for that prompt 🥰💗

I got this prompt from a few different anons, so thank you all! I hope this does it justice. I feel like this could easily be fleshed out into a longer, slow burn relationship fic, but as I'm only doing dabbles it got a bit condensed. I hope you like it! Also, I did no editing - sorry lol Soulmate AU prompt list here can be found here!

Din Djarin x Bounty!Reader Soulmate AU where you cannot say your soulmate's name.

The first thing you noticed about the man was that he was a Mandalorian. How could you not, when he seemed to be more shining beskar than man? The second thing you noticed was that he was a bounty hunter, which was terribly unfortunate and led to your third realization: He was there for you.

You tried to slip out the back door of the cantina, thinking there was no way the large, clanging metal man could sneak up on you. You’d been wrong. You gave chase, because who wouldn’t, but damn he was good. He caught up to you like it was nothing, wrapped some kind of grappling line around your ankles, and dragged you across the ground right back to him.

You stared up at him, breathing heavily. He made no move and with that helmet you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He’d caught you. Fighting at this point wouldn’t make him go any easier on you.

“Now what, Mando?” You sighed, giving in.

“Done running, Bounty?” He asked.

“Can’t seem to get away now.” You joked dryly, letting your head fall back on the dirt behind you.

Something heavy hit the ground next to you, dusting up the dirt in a small cloud. You turned, seeing a pair of binders.

“Put those on.” He ordered.

You did as you were told, securing the restraints on your wrists. Before you could ask for his next command, he released the line from your ankles, grabbed you by the wrists, and hauled you up to standing.

“Ship’s this way.” Was all he said as he pushed you forward.

He was a man of few words, this Mandalorian. You tried to make small talk on the way to his ship, but he rarely responded. If you were lucky, you got a grunt that may indicate a negative or positive response to your question. You let it be, again trying to stay on his good side.

It wasn’t even until you got back to his ship and he led you towards the carbon freezing unit to the back of the ship that you started to fuss.

“Look, I’ve cooperated. I came willingly. Once you caught me, I’ve done everything you said… you don’t have to do this.” You pled. You’d heard awful stories of hibernation sickness. You had no idea how long he planned to keep you in there or just how sick you would get when you came out. “I-I can clean, I can cook… please, I’ll behave just don’t freeze me.”

His helmet titled to the side. You assumed he was considering the offer. Eventually he walked away. You wondered for a moment if you were supposed to follow him or not, but eventually you did. He handed you a rag, a small pot that smelled of citrus, and removed his pauldrons.

“Shine those.” He ordered, turning towards the ladder to the cockpit.

You sat there dumbly for a moment before your brain kicked in. He was giving you a chance.

You shined them the best you could with your hands still restrained, which honestly was a damn fine job if you said so yourself. When he came down to check on you, after putting the ship in hyperdrive, he nodded in approval.

“Sleep. I’ll probably freeze you tomorrow, aruetii.” He warned.

The days went on like this. Every day, he would give you a task and every day you would complete it. After a few days, he even took the binders off while he was awake, replacing them when it was time to sleep or if he was leaving the ship. Every night he said the same thing.

“I’ll likely freeze you tomorrow, bounty.”

He never did.

“I’ll likely freeze you tomorrow, cyare.”

You travelled with him, waiting behind as he captured more bounties. Slowly the back room filled with carbonite-frozen criminals, the threat always looming.

“I’ll likely freeze you tomorrow, mesh’la.”

Day after day, until the last chit was tracked, captured and frozen. The only thing left to do was return to the guild and turn them in. You expected him to say something new on the eve of your arrival on Nevarro. Something about turning you in or a thank you for the help you’d been around the ship. However, you weren’t expecting him to say what he did.

“Good night, mesh’la.”

That was all. No threat of freezing, no mention of your destination or what he would do to you when you arrived. Just good night and one of those stupid Mando’an words he knew you didn’t understand. You assuredly did not have a good night, tossing and turning with the proverbial sword hanging over your head. You had no idea what would become of you the next day.

You were sitting in the cockpit with him when he brought the ship out of hyperdrive. Hands twisting in your lap as you nervously watched the incoming planet. When the anticipation grew too strong, you finally asked..

“What are you going to do with me, Mando?”

He was silent for a moment. If not for the subtle tilt of his helmet you’d grown so used to, you would have thought he didn’t hear you at all.

“Din.” He replied.

“Huh?”

“Din. That is my name.”

You paused in confusion. Obviously not an answer to your question at all, what were you supposed to do with that information?

“Why are you telling me?”

“Because what happens on that planet is up to you, cyare.”

You waited for fim to explain, but of course he didn’t. “Since when do you speak in riddles?! Just tell me!” You cried, thinking it was unbelievably cruel of him to play with your fate like this.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“My name.

“D-” you couldn’t.

You physically couldn’t. You pushed, mouthing the word before trying to add your voice but nothing came out. It was like the word didn’t exist.

“I can’t.” You admitted. Din nodded his head once, still looking ahead as he piloted the ship closer to Nevarro.

“You can’t say mine either.” It was a statement, not a question. Your mind was finally snapping the pieces into place. “That’s why all the nicknames. The Mando’a.”

He nodded again.

“So we’re…”

Another nod.

You were so confused. How long had he known? Why hadn’t he told you? Was this some sick game to him?

His metallic voice snapped you out of your thoughts when the planet was much closer. “I can land on the other side of the planet. There’s an outpost there, I can give you some credits. You can earn the rest and get a ride wherever you’d like. Or, you can hide in my bunk while I offload the bounties.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. Emotions were swirling through you faster than you could pick one to settle on. Anger, embarrassment, worry, fear-

“And then what?”

“Whatever we want, I suppose.”

You contemplated the offer. The man had captured you, held you on his ship, lied to you the whole time - you could hardly see the beskar through the red flags - but also during that time, you had gotten more than accustomed to him.

“No freezing?” You asked with a hopeful grin.

You barely recognized the sound of Din chuckling under his helmet. It was a sound you could get used to.

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl​ @din-damn-djarin​ @seasonschange-butpeopledont @kesskirata @phoenixhalliwell @vonschweetz​ @insideafictionaluniverse​ @driedgreentomatoes​ @computeringturtle​ @spideysimpossiblegirl

#Din Djarin #Din Djarin imagine #Din Djarin drabble #Din Djarin fanfic #Din Djarin soulmate au #The Mandalorian imagine #The Mandalorian drabble #Din Djarin x Reader #The Mandalorian x Reader #Wookietales

[rayshippouuchiha]

(1) i am about halfway through writing chapter 1 of a hp fic where due to being a conniving bastard, dumbledore manages to avoid the part of the school bylaws where it says the headmaster cannot harm or directly allow harm to happen to a student bc 1, the magic wasnt specific enough about situational harm and 2, anyone he did harm wasnt a student at that moment. but then harry potter shows up, and dumbles cant resist setting up the trials from book 1, and ron gets hurt by the chess set

(2) and even though mcgonagal made the set, it was at dumbledores direction, and that is just direct enough for the magic to kick in. suddenly, dumbledore is permanently booted from campus and has a magically enforced restraining order, and the sorting hat is like, congrats, hogwarts is its own headmaster now, and we teach by *our* standards. ft. token cis characters seamus and dean, token straight character lavender, and exactly zero brain cells (which is more than dumbledore had)

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Okay I absolutely love this and I hope you'll drop us a link when you post it

#RayRambles #Harry Potter

[thegreenmetblue]

STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 9th square

hurt/comfort

read on ao3

im gifting this one to @itfeelssogoodmrstark because 1. gift day 🙈, 2. you’re being the sweetest with me when i get anxiety and it does help me 🥺 and 3. you always give me the motivation to write 🥰, love you sm luna ❤️❤️

tw : anxiety, heart palpitations and panic attack

My Heart Is Yours, So Hold Me Forever

My Heart Is Yours

“Boss, I have to inform you that the boy’s heart is beating faster than usual.”, FRIDAY alerts Tony while he’s working in the lab. Tony stops, the boy ?

“Fri, are you talking about Peter ?”, he asks, frowning. Why is his AI calling Peter ‘the boy’? “Affirmative, Sir.”, his creation answers. Tony tries not to start to worry.

“Is he patrolling or doing any exercices ?”, the man asks, still trying to not panic yet. Is Peter in danger ? Where he is ? He’s supposed to be at school at this hour of the day. He shouldn’t be patrolling. Which would mean he-

“He presently is locked in the bathroom of his high school, Boss. From the vitals Karen just transmitted me, it appears he’s not in danger, but his body shows several signs of panic and anxiety.”, Tony hears her voice echoes in his brain. Shit. What happened ?

In less time that Tony would have taken to even walk to his kitchen, he’s in the suit flying to Peter’s school. He tries not to let his heart race too much. Peter’s probably having a panic attack or something. He can’t allow himself to have one too. Not right now.

Tony doesn’t even care that people could see him almost running in a high school. He just cares about Peter.

When he opens the boys’s toilets’s door, the first thing he hears is small sniffles. “Pete?”, he says softly, not to scare the poor thing. Tony hears the boy’s breath stopping suddenly.

“Mr- Mr. Stark ? Is that you ?”, a small cracking voice asks. He’s been crying. Tony closes the first door and completely enters the bathroom. “Yeah it’s me kiddo.”, the man answers in an almost whisper, still trying to sound like he’s not worried.

“What… What are you- ? Why are you here ?”, Peter whines, almost like he’s gonna cry again, he’s a bit breathless. So Tony was right, was Peter having a panic attack ?

“Please I’d like better not to talk to an orange school door toilet, Pete. Get out of there.”, Tony says and as soon as he hears a small sob, he realizes he’s being a bit harsh. Shit. He has to control his damn worry.

“Im sorry, kid. Fri alerted me you were panicking. What happened Peter ?”, he finally questions, trying not to stress the boy. There’s no direct answer, but another sniffing. Tony doesn’t push it. He wants to, but he doesn’t. He gives Peter enough time to speak.

“I- I don’t really know… I.. my heart is- just beating so fast right now, and my stomach is so clenched and I feel like I can’t breathe.”, Peter explains after a few seconds, Tony hears the trembling in his voice, he wonders if it’s because of his heart beating fast or because he cried.

“It’s alright, Peter… Hey, can you get out of there for me please ?” There’s another silence, Peter’s breath is louder, shakier. Tony’s shoulders release a bit of their tension when he finally hears the ‘click’ of the door’s lock.

But the view before him almost breaks his heart. Peter’s eyes are red, his cheeks are read too, and he’s literally trembling, a hand clenching on his shirt just where his heart is at. And Tony just wants to hug him and never let go. Fuck, when did he become that protective with Peter ? He’s seen people in so much worse state. And yet, his protection instinct never were that strong.

“Sweetheart…”, he lets slip. It only adds more tears to Peter’s eyes. “Im sorry…”, the boy mumbles, looking down.

“Hey. None of that. Can you tell me what happened ?”, the man asks, still restraining himself to pull Peter close to him. Shit, Stark get a hold on yourself. But again, Peter only seems to have more and more difficulties to breathe.

“Hey, Hey, it’s alright Peter. Breathe for me please ? In and out ? You’re alright buddy, it’s alright.”. Tony’s soft voice seems to work out a bit on Peter. But the hand on his heart is still there. FRIDAY told him Peter’s heartbeats were reaching 160 bpm, which is definitely too fast for someone who’s just standing in a bathroom.

Peter opens his mouth and lets out a shaky breath before speaking. “I don’t know what happened, it- it happens lots those days and I don’t know why, im just getting really anxious and then I feel like I can’t do anything, I get- those, my heart, it’s being like this for no reasons, and it scares me. I feel like Im gonna have a heart attack.”, he explains in one shot, voice still trembling. Tony shushes him. But Peter continues. “And my tummy feels like- clenched and I hear my heart echoing in my whole body right now, it hurts my chest and my back. And-”

“Peter.”, Tony cuts him. “Please, you have to breathe.”

The boy does what Tony asked him to. He’s still trembling. Tony sighs. “Calm down okay ? You’re safe right now.”

“I know Im safe, Mr. Stark! That’s the issues, I don’t know why, and I think- I think you’re making it worse, I don’t know what triggered it, I can’t calm my heart, I feel like it’s gonna explode in my chest.”, Peter blurts out once again. The man tries not to get upset by Peter saying he’s making this worse.

And then Peter’s eyes start to water again. “Im- I think Im having a heart attack Mr. Stark, I can’t- I can’t breathe.”. Tony’s own heart clenches at that. “Shhh, Pete… You’re not having a heart attack, you can breathe, you’re doing perfect right now Sweetheart.”, this one petname was volunteer. Tony hates to admit it, but he damn knows how much those affect Peter. But the boy just seems to get more and more anxious, he’s even starting to get away from Tony, stepping back. Tony stares at the boy’s hand, still clenching hard on his shirt, like he needed to feel how fast his heart was beating.

“Pl-Please, make it stop, I- I left the class without even asking if I could, the teacher is gonna send May something, and it’s worse, you make it worse, Mr. Stark, please.”, Peter starts to full cry now, his body trembling even more. Okay, that’s it. Tony thinks.

“Pete, can I touch you ?”, he still asks, not to startle him even more. Peter doesn’t answer but he nods. “Okay turn around and take your shirt off.”, he orders, voice still soft. That gets a reaction out of Peter.

“What ?”, he says dumbly, he can’t blush because his cheeks are already red but Tony hates that he wished they weren’t just so he could see the red creeping in the boy’s cheeks at that. And then he hates himself, thinking like that when Peter clearly isn’t feeling okay.

“Do what I say, Pete, Im not gonna do anything, I promise.”, he tries to reassure the boy. God, he knows how that sounds.

Peter stays silent for a little while and then actually does take his shirt off. In front of Tony, before turning away from him. Tony tries not to stare. He’s being the worst right now., but then Peter actually turns around and facing the boy’s back makes it easier for Tony to remember why he’s doing this.

Peter lets another sobs. “My chest- it burns, I can’t calm it down, why is-”, he starts but Tony cuts him again.

“Shhh, I want you to forget your heart, Pete. You forget your heartbeats and focus on my finger, alright ? Im gonna write words in your back, baby. And the only thing you have to do is to guess the letters, and then the word, okay ? Im sure you already played this game before.”, he explains, still making effort to keep his voice soft and reassuring for Peter.

Tony knows Peter really isn’t in his normal state when he doesn’t hears the awkward response he would have said in a normal situation if Tony said he’d draw letters on his bare back. The only thing he gets is Peter nodding again and whispering a small, shaky ‘Kay.’.

Tony puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder, to ground him. And then, with his second hand, he draw a ‘W’ on Peter’s back. He sees Peter’s skin shivering but it’s the only thing he gets.

“Pete, what letter did I just draw ?”, he asks, patiently. “Huh.. I- I don’t know.”

“Shhh, it’s okay, Im gonna do it again, okay ? Please focus on my finger on your back.”, Tony whispers before doing another ‘W’ on Peter’s back. He hates how smooth his finger feels against that sweet skin.

“W ?”, Peter asks and Tony smiles, praising a soft ‘yeah that’s good, perfect.’, before drawing an ‘E’.

Peter’s body and breath are still shaky, but the latest doesn’t come out as sobs anymore. This time, he guesses on the first shot. “E.”, he says, voice still sick. Tony hums and draws a ‘B’.

“Are- Are you gonna write webs ?”, the boy asks finally. Tony hides a laugh. “Smart boy. It’s what came to my mind first. But the game is more about focusing on each letter, less about finding the word, Pete. Just focus on the way my finger feels on your back, huh ?”. The man hates how that sounds again. But it’s what Peter has to do, so he nods. He started with a short words on purpose so Peter doesn’t get overwhelmed by the task.

Tony draws a ’S’ and then leaves his hand on Peter’s back. He doesn’t ask if Peter’s heart feels less like it’s gonna explode. Peter has to focus on something else.

“Alright, Im gonna start a new word now okay ?”, Tony prevents. He thanks the lord that it’s classes hours because it’s probably safe from anyone entering the bathroom right now. God- What would it even look like ? Plus, it’d just throw Peter in an even more stressing situation.

Next, Tony goes with ‘P-E-A-C-H’, just because he can smell Peter’s peachy shampoo from there. The boy seems already more calmed down. No more sobs, breath more regular, trembling almost gone. They don’t talk about anything else but the ‘game’, Peter tells letters and words, and Tony praises.

’H-O-N-E-Y’ He’ll be damned, he doesn’t even care.

‘V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N’

Every time Tony starts a new word, he sees Peter’s back shivering. But he doesn’t care, because Peter looks better. Sounds better. He can feel how relaxed the boy starts to be with the hand that’s still on his shoulder.

’S-A-N-D-W-I-C-H’ Peter even laugh, saying that now he’s hungry.

And Tony goes for the last one, because it worked, Peter’s not panicking anymore. ’S-W-E-E-T-H-E-A-R-T’. Yes, two petnames, he’s already damned anyway.

“Sweetheart ?”, Peter says in a weak voice. And it’s the first time he asks a question. Because he’s not searching for approval. He’s asking if the sweetheart is him. Tony decides to ignore that, pretending he didn’t understand and praises him for finding the right word.

“Turn around now, Pete.”, he orders gently. Peter’s eyes aren’t frantic, his mouth isn’t twisted, he still have red cheeks, but Tony guesses it’s because of- anyway. “It… It worked, my heart feels normal again. My stomach too. I… Thank you, Mr. Stark.”, Peter says, hesitantly, looking- looking at Tony with eyes that makes him wanna protect him forever. “I… I liked the- your hand, on my back.”

And it’s too much, Tony can’t help it, without Peter even having any time to realize it, Tony pulls him close in a hug. It takes a second for Peter to wrap his arms against the man too. Tony may be hugging him too tight, he doesn’t care. He just cares about having Peter here, close, safe. They don’t say anything, they just keep hugging like it was the last time they would see each other.

And automatically, Tony’s hand finds his way to Peter’s hair. The sound Peter makes, and tries to hide by sinking his head deeper in Tony’s chest, sends butterflies into Tony’s stomach. Fucking butterflies. What is he ? 12 ?

They stay a bit more like this, Tony petting Peter’s hair, his hand snarling into the boy’s soft curls. It’s like magic. Because it appeases both of them. Peter doesn’t even bother to hide the purrs coming out of his mouth, and Tony- Tony is melting.

It’s lasting too much. Tony’s hand slides into the boy’s neck and he feels Peter’s skin shivering again. Stop., he tells himself. Stop before you cross the damn line, Stark. But fuck, the line is so blur right now.

Fuck, don’t.

With his other hand he tilts Peter’s head up, moving themself just a bit further but now they’re facing each other. Tony closes his eyes. Peter’s cheeks are so red, his eyes are just- begging him to do it. He can’t. He can’t look because he’s about to do the biggest mistake of his whole life, and it’s saying lots.

“Mr. Stark… Please ?”, Peter finally whispers, voice just demanding, his breath caressing the man’s face. Tony’s eyes open on their own.

Fuck it.

And the next thing both of them can understand is that their lips are against each other’s. Tony can’t believe he’s doing this. Peter can’t believe this is happening. But both of them just can’t fight it anymore. Peter’s body suddenly wraps around Tony’s and the man clenches his hands around Peter’s back hard. He wants Peter to be closer, he wants Peter to be safe, he wants Peter to be his, he wants Peter.

It’s sloppy, Peter doesn’t know how to kiss. Tony doesn’t mind. No, it’s a lie, Tony knows he’s Peter’s first kiss and it awakes something dangerously warm inside him.

The small choked noises Peter is doing right now are gonna stay graved in Tony’s memory forever. It’s so good, it feels like liberty and flying. For both of them. It feels like there’s a fire, and both of them are into it, but it’s not a bad burning, it’s a beautiful burning.

And when the kiss stops, for them to breathe, Tony sees the most beautiful thing in the world in front of him. And this beautiful thing is looking at him like he just hung the moon.

“I- Im- Oh my god, Im so sorry Mr. Stark, I didn’t want t-”, Peter starts, stuttering and panicking again but Tony puts a finger on his mouth, shushing him immediately.

“Shhh, we don’t want you to have another crisis don’t we ?”, he says. And then there’s a silence. A loud one. Peter looks like he’s about to cry again. Tony has a choice to make. A big one. Two solutions, only one of them is reasonable.

“Let’s move to the compound, Pete. Not sure you’d appreciate one of your teacher seeing you kissing Tony Stark.”, he finally says. Yeah, Tony isn’t really known for making reasonable choices. But when he sees the boy’s face lightning up in front of him, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

So Hold Me Forever

Peter was having a great day. It’s summertime and he, MJ And Ned went to the public swimming pool -yes, he told Tony they wanted to go there and not in the penthouse’s swimming pool-, and now they’re eating in a fast-food. Holidays just started, no more school, no more homework, no more exam, yeah, Peter is definitely having a great day.

The boy was threatening MJ to give him back his fries when he felt his heart clenching hard.

Oh no.

That must have reflected on his face because suddenly, both Ned and MJ are asking him if he’s alright.

“I- I gotta go, guys, sorry, I’ll maybe catch with you later!”, Peter hurries before literally jumping from his seat and rushing out. He knows it’s a lie. He know he definitely won’t come back. Because Tony is having a panic attack right now.

Fuck. If it wasn’t for his spidey sense, he wouldn’t even have known. Meaning that Tony told FRIDAY not to alert him.

“Fuck you Tony…”, he mumbles, already swinging his way back to the compound. In those moments, Peter wished he had an armor like Tony to go faster.

When he finally arrives, he asks FRIDAY to localise Tony and then rushes to the lab. Tony is there, sat on the floor, back against the wall, breathing loudly. That vision makes Peter wanna throw up. He knows he can’t panic, he knows he can’t touch Tony, so he gently crouches in front of him.

“Tony, hey…”, he whispers, just not to startle the man. When their eyes meet, the boy’s jaw clenches because of how scared Tony looks.

“K- Kid, Pe-Pete. Get- Get o-”, the man tries to say, but Peter shushes him. “Stop talking, Im not going anywhere Tony, Im right here.”. Peter tries to control the shakiness in his voice.

He’s mildly happy to see Tony trying to nod. But if the man doesn’t put up a fight for Peter not to see him like this, then it’s that it’s really serious.

“Okay, Tony please I want you to breathe okay ? Can you breathe ? In and out ? In. In, Tony. Breathe please…”, he murmurs despite his state. But Tony doesn’t really show any respond to what he said, he’s not even looking at him. The boy sighs, fighting the tears. Not the fucking time to act like a baby, Parker. And he crabs both of Tony’s wrist.

Tony jumps, and finally locks his eyes into Peter’s. “Pet-Peter…”

“You’re okay, you’re okay Tony. It’s just a panic attack. You know what you have to do when you got those, right ? You gotta breathe. C’mon… No. Keep staring at me, please. Okay now, now-”, but Peter stops himself to take a breath. He hates seeing the man like this. “Now you gotta copy how Im breathing okay ?”, the boy asks. He shouldn’t ask, he should order.

“Honey.”, he says instead, softly. Tony still has his eyes locked into Peter’s. Peter’s still holding both of his wrist. It’s fucking scary to feel how much Tony’s shaking. He’s glad he has his superstrength, because he’s able to maintain Tony. The petname does it because Tony nods again, making a distress sound that clenches Peter’s heart so hard.

“Okay, good Tony, c’mon, like me please.”, Peter whispers before starting to breathe loudly. Calmly, but loudly, so Tony can focus on it enough to try to copy it.

“Don’t let my eyes down, Tony. Please, you always says you love my eyes. So focus on them, please. You can stare and then make fun of me because of that yellow spot I hate okay ?”, he panics a bit. Peter hates that he’s rambling even in time like this. But he just wants Tony to focus only on his face and breathing.

“Can’t-”, Tony starts but cuts himself before speaking again. “Can’t breathe.”, he manages to say. And suddenly, Peter’s lips are on his. It’s not a kiss. It was either that, either a hand on his mouth. But it just looks a bit less frightening than if Peter was stopping Tony from breathing through his mouth.

A few seconds pass before Peter moves back to his initial position. “Keep your mouth shut, Tony.”, he gently orders. “Okay, now Imma ask you the same thing but only breathing through your nose okay ?”

Tony nods again, so Peter starts breathing loudly through his nose. He forces Tony’s hands down and sits completely in front of him. Peter doesn’t even know how he can keep his breathing calm, because he just wanna burst into tears, but he does.

The man finally tries to copy the slow breathing. At first it doesn’t work because Tony’s breathless but they keep going, in silence. Just Peter holding his wrists and keeping eyes contact.

It takes a few minutes but Tony does calm himself a bit. Not enough for it to be done, but enough for practically having the same breathing pace as Peter.

So that’s a step done. Peter feels a bit calmer already. Having Tony like that in front of him is pretty scary. And he’s also always scared he won’t be able to help him. The first time Tony had a panic attack, Peter was so lost he had to call Rhodey.

A few seconds go by, still in a loud-breathing-silence and then Peter gets up. Tony follows his eyes up. “What… What are you doing kid ?”, kid. Tony doesn’t really call him like that anymore -expect for a few times in bed because c’mon that’s kinky-. If he does right now, it’s because he’s still not completely aware of the situation, still panicking. The boy gives him his hand. Tony grabs it without questioning it. And Peter pulls him up, again thanks to his superstrength. “I need you up for this.”, Peter fakes chuckles. He wants his boyfriend to know it’s okay. All of this. “It’s okay.”

And then Tony is up, legs still shaking a bit. “Friday, how’s Tony’s heart doing please ?”, he asks to the AI. “Still going faster than it should for its own good.”, that makes the boy nods.

Peter stares at him and remembers Tony actually asked him for touching permissions when he had heart palpitations. “Are you okay for me to touch you Tony ?”, he questions with a soft smile. “Yeah I am, Pete…”, the man answers, voice half breathless, half joking. And suddenly Peter’s hugging Tony. Hard. Both of their chests are glued together.

Peter hears Tony’s air stops before coming back more as a sigh. He wonders if it’s a good sign. He isn’t even sure if what he’s doing right now is helpful or no. But technically that should work.

Tony passes a hand on the boy’s neck, stroking gently the beginning of his soft curls. Peter shivers. That’s perfect. His own heart needs to be calm for this, Tony is making it calm. Because feeling the man’s one stammering against his chest definitely doesn’t help.

“Im not… Im not sure why the hug, but it does feel good, Pete”, Tony chuckles softly. He tries to act like it’s done. Peter knows it’s not. Their body are clenched against each other, he can feel the trembling everywhere.

“It’s not just a hug, we have to stay like that, okay ? It… It helps.”, Peter mumbles, not so sure he wants to explain to Tony. “What helps ? Hug ? Love ? Im.. Im sure it does, P-Pete, you did good there.”, the man tries to praises him. Peter clenches his teeth. It’s him who should praise Tony for being able to follow what Peter asked.

“You did good actually Tony. Not me. And it’s… not about hug or love. It’s about… about the fact that when two people hug, their hearts are against each other, the skin is the only barrier. And the human heart has this thing you know ? To copy beats. Like with music, when there’s loud beats, the heart tends to- anyway. What I mean is that, your heart is beating really fast right now, too fast. And mine is okay. So when we hug, like this, both of our hearts will try to copy each other’s beat. So yours should go back to a normal pace more quickly than if we just waited for it to. And it’s also nicer. T- To hug, I mean. Than to like… just wait.”, Peter finishes and wants to slaps himself for not being able to not ramble. He knows his cheeks are red and hates that.

But when his eyes go up to meet Tony’s, all he can read here is love. “Sweetheart…”, Tony whispers. But he doesn’t add anything else. However he kisses the top of Peter’s head. Again, it’s gestures that appease both of them.

“Let’s stay like this, then. So your heart can-”, the boy starts but gets cuts by Tony. “Yeah staying like that sounds perfect to me, Honey.”

So they stay. Both of them wouldn’t have any idea of how many time they stayed like this, holding each other, waiting for Tony’s heart to beat at a normal pace again. It seems like forever and just- out of time at the same time. Slowly, their position shifts a bit. Peter watches carefully that both of their hearts are still perfectly against each other, but he lets his head fall against Tony’s shoulder. Tony has his leaned on Peter’s. The man’s hands are on Peter’s hair and the boy’s ones are slowly caressing his back.

It’s finally FRIDAY’s voice who interrupt them. “Boss, your heartbeats seem to have found a slow pace again.”, she says, making them jump at the same time, stirring them out of that headspace they both went to.

Peter steps back a bit and study Tony’s face. There’s no visible signs of panic anymore. “How are you feeling ?”, he can’t help but ask. “Could be better, but could have been way worse if you haven’t showed, Pete.”, Tony smiles, creating butterflies in Peter’s stomach. “Thank you, my babyboy.”, the man adds with a smile, a fondly smile. Peter opens his mouth but nothing goes out. Tony takes his hand and brings them to the couch.

It’s easy. It’s easy to forget what just happened when Tony brings them close, under a pile of blankets on the couch. But Peter doesn’t.

“Tony… What… What happened ? Why did you… What triggered the panic attack ?”, he finally asks. Because he wants to know. Because he worries. Because he loves him. And he wants Tony to share everything with him. The good and the bad. Tony’s first silent answer is to tighten his grip around the boy’s body. Not in a bad way, more in an affectionate way. Peter wants to say ‘You don’t have to tell me.’, not to pressure Tony into saying anything, but he needs to know.

“Let’s say I… St- Rogers sent me a letter.”, Tony tells finally. Without adding anything else. He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t want to either. And that’s where Peter won’t cross the line. He got his answer. He sees Tony’s gaze wandering away and immediately comes up with something to bring him back. “Did you read it ?”, Peter questions, to tell Tony he doesn’t have to explain more. Because Peter knows. Peter knows what happened after his first battle with and against the team. And he knows how it fucked Tony up, he saw how it fucked Tony up.

“No.”, short answer. Message received.

“Okay… Thank you for telling me Tony.”, Peter practically purrs against him, showing that now they can both move on from that. But Tony apparently doesn’t catch it. “Peter, Im sorry you ha-”

“Don’t.”, Peter cuts him almost harshly. Tony shoots him a look. “Don’t say you’re sorry. I hated seeing you like that. But I would have hated it so much more if I wouldn’t have been able to help you Tony. Let me help. I wanna share those things with you. Not just the soft, not just the huh.. sexy stuff, but also this. I don’t want you to hide this part of you from me, Tony. I.. I love you. You. Not you minus your… this. You, entirely.”, Peter almost whines, fighting back the tears again. He expected Tony to shush him orally, but no. Tony leans on and kisses him.

It’s a real kiss this time, not like the one Peter did just to make Tony breathe through his nose. Peter kisses him back. It’s slow, it’s loving, just the kind of kisses both of them need right now. Peter feels so good. When Tony breaks the kiss, still staring at Peter, the smile he got makes the boy wanna bury his head against his chest. “I love you too, Petey Pie. My smart boy…”, he whispers before giving Peter another small smack on his lips.

Then they both go back to lying down, cuddled against each other under the blankets. There’s a comfortable silence. But Peter breaks it again. “If there’s something you should feel sorry about is not alerting me when this happened, Tony. Please… Promise me you will next time. Please.”, he mumbles again, hiding his head in one of the blankets.

The boy hears Tony sighing, a silence, and then “Sorry. Im gonna let you know from now on… Promise, kiddo.”. Peter only raises his head up and kisses Tony’s cheeks.

“How did you know ?”

Shit.

“How did I know what ?”, he tries, dumbly.

“How did you know I was having a panic attack ?”, Tony clarifies. Peter didn’t need him too. He just, feels so stupid for this. It’s like, proving Tony how much everything in him just loves him.

The boy lowers his head down and murmurs a faint “It’s… It’s a huh… spidey sense thing. I kinda can… feel when you… when you’re not okay or stuff.”. Admitting it makes his cheeks turn red again.

But Tony only cups his cheek with his warm hand, raising Peter’s head again so he can look at Tony’s eyes. “Baby… You have no idea what knowing that just did to me. I love you, Peter. My heart is yours.”, the man says in all honesty, feeling way too many emotions at once.

Hearing that almost makes Peter cries. He’s happy. He’s in love. “So hold me forever.”, he whispers before Tony just surrounds him with his own warm body and blankets.

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for @starkerfestivals 😋💖 hope yall enjoyed it, this one is somehow personal because i had the idea to write it after a period where i had a lot of heart palpitations

#starker #tw : panick attack #tw : heart palpitations #tw : anxiety #leah writes sometimes #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #starker festival summer bingo #sfsummerbingo21

[liveindaydreamswithhim]

Just like 1940*

A blurb in which Harry comes back from filming Dunkirk only to find that his girlfriend thinks he's a soldier coming back from war and wants to reward him.

Warning: This is pure smut. Main kinks: role-playing and even some choking and bondage.

I had this idea back in 2017 when Dunkirk had come out. However, I did not write then so now that videos of Harry training for Dunkirk has resurfaced, it has come back to me again. I will not let this opportunity go this time.

Word count: 5.6K

Harry sighed and rolled his shoulders in order to get rid of the soreness that lingered after his long day at the set. His hours at work – quite different than the work he had been already used to – consisted mostly of hard training. That is how it was nowadays being part of a film and a war film nonetheless, so he and all the cast members had to always stay in their best shape and having to withgo heavy hours of training. From weightlifting and boxing to exercising in the wet sand while they were left to the brutality of the cold wind in addition to the sea that chilled him down to his bones and made the minutes feel like hours. Moreover, they had diving lessons in wet suits that barely even sheltered him from the freezing waters as well as wardrobe training to learn how to swim while wearing the heavy army boots and all the uniform equipment.

Harry searched his back pockets for his hotel room keys and even let a small groan as he reached towards the hole only for the joints of his elbow to crack in protest. Even though this day was not a training day, but rather a filming day, it had hardly given him any comfort for it still requested high physical skills and willpower and he could also feel the consequences of yesterday’s gym training. His thighs had been the ultimate victim as he dragged them around today, the muscles harder and more prominent from the excessive use, along with his torso that suffered the results of continuous core exercises, which also restricted him from laughing too much on set today since every deep breath was like a small pang to the stomach.

The boy felt his uniform stick to his skin with sweat and the smell of saltiness clung to him after being exposed to the sea air for a long period of time. He made a mental check to wash it tomorrow. That was the only problem of taking your work clothes with you – even if it saved you time in the morning for getting ready on set, you had to wash it yourself and that was not something the other actors warned him about when they advised him of it.

As Harry entered his room, the smell of vanilla and jasmine invaded his nose and he remembered to step lighter on his army boots and close the door with a soft thud as to not disturb the other person that was probably in his room so late at night. What gave him a bit of peace – and mostly his body – was the fact that he had tomorrow off to rest and more importantly to spend some time with his girl. Y/N was visiting him after being away from each other for the last three months and she had been very excited the first day he had taken her to the set and her eyes turned twice their normal size as they stared at every piece of the setting as well as behind it with all of the crew members. Y/N had been giddy when she met his co-workers who she charmed with her smiles and blushes (and also the fact that she was cutely wrapped up in bundles of clothes as to not catch a cold that only her face was visible, the skin of her cheeks and nose tinted red from the brutal winds as few strands of hair tickled her face that she couldn’t really push away since her hands were restricted by her thick gloves) and Harry had felt so proud to call her his as he showed her around with his arm over her shoulder as she leaned into him for some extra heat.

Y/N had looked especially proud when she was witnessing him act with her hands clasped close to her chest as she had stared in awe at the way her boyfriend looked. It gave him that extra boost of confidence as he noticed the way her eyes trailed from his short hair to his stained face to shamelessly gawk at the way his green uniform clung to his body especially when water was soaking it, leaving the skin underneath a bit more visible. Y/N would bite her lower lip but would not say anything until he finished filming for the day and then she would drag him immediately to their room, her hands never leaving his body until he was burning up from her touch, melting from her close proximity as she made him moan and call out her name in the darkness of the room over and over again while trembling under her warm body.

His blood rushed as he even thought of the day when he was being pulled inside a forgotten closet by his lover who, without wasting any time, attached her lips to the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbones pushing the fabric off his shoulder to give Y/N more space to invade. Harry had become dizzy at her assault but it had only lasted a few seconds, long enough to guide his hand down the front of her legging, where he realised how drenched and needy she was for him, but before he could curl his fingers in the way that had her begging, Y/N pulled his hand away with a deep sigh like it hurt her to do so, kissed his pink coloured lips for a second and then push him back out of the room before anyone could notice his absence.

Y/N, left in the closet with her own thoughts, had giggled at the stunned expression on Harry’s face and how she had picked her own battle carefully in order to await retaliation from him. And it really was more than she could handle. Harry had had on his scary calm face, the one that made her eyes widen in innocence because perhaps she had bit more than she could chew. After having her hands restrained to the bed frame, unable to move, Harry had granted her what she wanted, but with a twist. That night Y/N got his ring clad fingers time after time until she was sore and raw and made a wet mess of the bed, until she was begging for Harry to stop as he stared at her with a smirk on his clean shaved face, fake sympathy written all over it.

“But we have only just began,” was all that he had said and pulled her until she stranded his lap, a tight hold on her trembling thighs while her hands had fought her restrains.

Almost painfully slow, he slid inside of her, with absolutely no resistance as her mouth choked a small whine. As he had fucked her raw against the bedframe, his lips and teeth leaving marks on any part of soft skin he could reach, Y/N had thought to herself that maybe she had won the battle, but she had definitely lost the war. However, she was not giving up until she finally got what she wanted.

Walking now further into the room, Harry heard a soft humming and was surprised to see that Y/N was still awake and had lit a few jasmine scented candles that gave the whole room a golden feeling.

“Y/N?” he called out carefully.

Harry heard an elongated gasp and soft feet padding quickly to where he was.

“You are finally home!” she exclaimed coming into view and throwing her arms around his broad shoulders squeezing tightly as her feet left the floor.

Although confused at her affection he hugged her back because in the end, he had actually missed her on the set today. With his arms around her waist, he buried his head in the crook of her neck taking in the sweet smell of vanilla that always followed her. After a few moments, Y/N pulled back and smiled brightly at him and only then did he notice her attire. She was wearing a baby blue button-down dress that reached her knees. It had a sweetheart neckline and was tight around her chest and waist before it flowed out with enough fabric to hide her bare feet from view. The dress looked from a different era entirely and Harry was certain that she had bought it from a second-hand vintage shop. However, what caught his attention was the fact that the fabric was so thin that he could actually see her nipples protruding, hard from the chilly air of the room or even her lustful stare at him, because while he was staring her down, Y/N was also doing the same, with her lip caught in her teeth as she saw the camouflage apparel he had on, a few of his jacket’s buttons undone to see the green shirt underneath. A thick black belt kept his army trousers carefully in place and she never hated anything that much before.

“I can’t believe that you are back to me!” Y/N said eagerly, the tone in her voice cheery mixed with surprise.

“What–“ Harry was beyond confused looking at his girlfriend in front of him.

“You have been away from me for so long, I thought I would never see you again,” she cried out and he was so bewildered that he let her lead him to the bedroom and pushing him gently on a chair.

She went down on her knees in front of him and started unlacing his boots. The frown on Harry’s face was still prominent as he thought “what the fuck”.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked softly and reached over to her forehead, thinking that maybe she had gone out without her protections against the cold and had caught a fever.

Y/N simply gave him her sweetest smile that melted his heart and replied; “I am more than okay now that I have you here again my love,”

“I don’t understa-“

“I am so happy that you have come back home to me from the terrors of the world, my brave, brave soldier,” Y/N looked up at him with adoration in her eyes as well as plenty of mischief as she finally stood up, her fingers reaching towards the stray curls that had fallen in his eyes.

“Soldier?” was all that Harry could say dumbly and he seriously felt that he was missing something, but it wasn’t likely that Y/N would simply reveal it and he was all alone trying to understand.

“Yes, soldier. For have you not been fighting restlessly against our country’s enemy while I am sat here at home praying for your well-being, hoping that you will return to me?” she asked pursuing her lips like he was the mad one here.

This time Harry stayed silent trying to understand and looked in her eyes, filled with challenge as she cocked her eyebrow at him, running her hands down her skirt and raising it just enough to reveal the creamy skin of her thighs as placed each of them in either side of his until she was stranding him, and his hands ended up automatically on the small of her back as Y/N stared down at Harry with a theatrical sigh.

“Oh, how I missed you,” she dropped her head to his neck and puckered her lips to litter soft kisses around the are that slowly turned more opened mouthed as she reach the underside of his jaw, while her thighs squeezed his, trapping him under her.

Oh.

He saw it now.

His palms ran down to her ass and he pushed Y/N with force until her chest was against his, feeling her gasp and breathe heavily through the thin fabric of her dress. A wild sensation came over him as he realised the game that his girl wanted to play and fuck, would he grant her anything she asked for, so with a deep breath, he ran his hands all over her like he didn’t know where to begin touching her, in the desperate manner that he usually possessed after not seeing her for months on end.

Y/N released a small moan as Harry’s hands finally reached her hair and gathered it in one handful, pulling it lightly so that her throat and cleavage was exposed to him. She closed her eyes at the sensation of his lips on her skin that was starting to be set on fire, especially as his tongue poked through to savour the taste of her. His other hand rested on her hip that had already started grinding on him.

Harry growled and the sound travelled deep inside her all the way through her veins and his presence was heavy all around her. She almost couldn’t believe that she had convinced him to roleplay with her, a fantasy born since the first time she had seen him in that army uniform. During the last few second with his lips carving bright red marks on her skin and then licking over them, Y/N had become very desperate and that was not part of her acting.

“I missed you too,” Harry replied almost in agony, for if she wanted him to play desperate, he would gladly do so.

Y/N, now that she was not the one teasing, pulled against Harry’s hold on her hair and clasped his face in her palms and leaned in until she found his mouth. She hummed in appreciation as she tasted his lips that were just as hungry as hers.  One taste and that was enough for Harry to want to rip every single item of clothing that she was wearing, but he managed to restrain himself because he knew that destroying that dress would displease her very much. Instead, he opted for carelessly undoing the buttons in the front and slowly every sliver of her bare skin was revealed to him. He knew that she was not wearing a bra but he was surprised to see that she had no other barrier between them after the dress was only hanging from her shoulders. Harry broke from the kiss and stared shamelessly at her exposed body on top of him as Y/N slowly stood up and let the dress become a pool of blue at the bottom of their feet.

She looked at him bashfully and once again went down on her knees for him. She was still almost close to eye level with him as she ran her hands along his hard chest and undid the buttons of his jacket, which Harry quickly discarded it somewhere in the room. Y/N stared at the light green vest that he wore and how it made his arm muscles protrude in the most delicious way as the shapes of his tattoos appeared even darker under candlelight. She decided to keep it on for now.

Next target was the big belt around his waist that she wasted no time unbuckling and pulling it down along his trousers. She stretched out to give one last kiss to his lips before settling further down on her knees, lifting his vest to reveal the valley of his stomach and the muscles defining it. Y/N marked her way south switching between feather soft kisses and hungry bites of skin while her eyes stayed entirely on his face that looked at her expectantly.

“Let me reward you for what you do for all of us,” Y/N said in a small but steady voice. Her hands ran up his firm thighs and over the prominent bulge that had formed in his black underwear. At first contact, Harry released a hiss and immediately closed his eyes.

“Please,” he exhaled.

Kissing the inside of his thighs, Y/N pulled down his boxers and freed him. Her hands were on his cock, feeling how hard he was in anticipation to her moves. The skin was silky as she gave it a testing pump. Harry’s head fell backward at the feeling and Y/N, very satisfied with his reaction, spit on the head and spread the wetness with her thumb so that her hand could slid easier over him.

“Fuck, such dirty actions from such an innocent young woman,” Harry rasped, his voice laced with lust as he looked down at her.

Y/N said nothing, but in retaliation she bit the inside of his thigh before moving up his spread legs to put him in her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks as she twirled her tongue around him, capturing the pre-cum and tasting him while giving an appreciative hum. She lowered herself on him until he hit the back of her throat while her hand slid up his thigh to connect with his balls, massaging lightly and coaxing a deep moan from Harry who felt his pleasure build at the bottom of his stomach. Y/N released him with a pop and breathed in some well-needed oxygen before wrapping her mouth back around his dick, bobbing her head in a slow tempo. She felt her eyes fill with tears at the big size of him and the fact that Harry without knowing was slowly lifting his hips to meet her every thrust making her choke around him. Harry realising her efforts to breathe stopped his movement and pulled out of her warm mouth even though he wanted to stay buried in her for hours.

However, Y/N did not mind it at all, especially if Harry continued to reward her with the deep throaty moans he released. Eager to put him back in her mouth she went to lunge forward but was stopped when Harry’s hand in her hair pulled her backwards making her let out a pathetic whimper. She looked up at him begging with her doe like eyes to use her throat as he pleased, but she stopped trying to reach him when he gave her a warning glare, which stilled her in place. Instead, Harry tapped her cheek and she dropped her mouth open and poked her tongue out. The look in his eyes was that he was trying to be careful with her and she almost scowled at it. If she had wanted careful, she would not have orchestrated all of this plot. So, when Harry placed his thumb on her awaiting tongue, she immediately closed her lips around it and sucked on it harshly.

Harry was displeased and quickly pulled his hand back leaving her pleading again. He clicked his tongue and tapped her cheek again and this time he gave a warning pull to her hair for her to obey his orders – a small reminder of who was really in charge and he felt a satisfied thrum at the fact that she obeyed him so easily. When Y/N’s tongue came into view again, Harry ran his cock over the outline of her plush lips and she summoned all the willpower she could master to stay put while her eyes silently begged him to do something. Finally, Harry placed the head of his cock on her tongue and he moaned when he saw that Y/N eyes flattered at the action.

“Such a needy lady,” he mused.

“Please,” she begged him.

“What is it baby,” he cooed and urged her to speak but he had already sank his cock deeper in her mouth feeling out the shape of it, watching in fascination the bulge forming in her cheeks. But he knew what she was pleading for, he knew her well enough to understand her looks and her moods and her stares and he knew from the endless hunger rooted in her eyes that she did not want soft, she wanted to please him.

Again he granted her wish to be desperate and without warning he slid deeper until he felt her nose graze his stomach and held her in that position for a moment – only long enough so that he could wrap a hand around her neck and feel himself fill her up to her limit. Harry pulled back and kept her in that position as he fucked her mouth slow but firmly and he almost felt himself combust from the way that Y/N’s eyes focused on him the entire time.

Y/N felt warm all over and she could feel more wetness pooling between her thighs as she got drunk at the view of him over her using her mouth to get lost in his pleasure. After another pause for her to breathe, Harry without hesitation, placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her like she weighed nothing carrying her to the bed and he really thanked his training for it. Although the muscles all over his body hurt, he managed to push the pain to the back of his head, his mind too preoccupied with the vixen wrapped around him. He laid her on the bed, but she did not stay where he left her. Y/N got up, pushing Harry’s shoulders so that he was the one falling on the bed and she crawled to him. In two quick moves he discarded the vest leaving them both completely naked under the candlelight.

“I thought about you every day, even more at night, and even more when I was alone,” Y/N continued her little game.

Harry raised his brows, because he understood the meaning behind her words and imagined her all day in their bed waiting for him while he was on set, with her greedy hands between her thighs and thinking about him. This hunger she was feeling was only a result of her being left alone in her very dirty thoughts that no amount of cold showers would cool her down and her own fingers couldn’t bring the pleasure he could.

“You have been such a good girl for me, welcoming me back home –“ he urged her to him and deliberately placing her on top of him with one leg between her thighs. She was so focused on the praise given to her that she did not notice that his thigh was right under where she needed him the most. “But how about you? Let me greet you properly.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she soon realised their position.

“Come on baby, use me,” was all he said as he stretched his arms out to prove that he would not interfere with whatever she wanted to do.

However, the position Harry had placed her in could only amount to one thing, something that she wanted to try long ago, but had been too shy to even mention it. Y/N’s cheeks heated up as she noticed his thigh muscles tensing up giving her a better area. She bit her lip and thrusted her hips forward at an angle that his skin grazed her clit, most of her wetness coming off on him.

Harry looked more than satisfied as he heard her first moan of appreciation that was followed by many more as she used his thigh to receive pleasure. Soon Y/N got lost at the warm feeling that travelled through her veins as goosebumps scattered over her skin, she threw her head back and felt her wetness slide down Harry’s thigh and on the duvet under them, but she did not seem to care about anything apart from what his warm skin was doing to her. She jolted me she felt his hands land on her chest, firm as the fingers ran over her nipple making her shudder a bit. Y/N opened her eyes to see that Harry was already watching her, his lip between his teeth and the deep green of his eyes almost non-existent. Like he was not able to control himself he reached forwards and attached his big hands on her hips and made her movements harsher to the point where Y/N almost collapsed on him from the pleasure and gasped as she leaned in to capture Harry’s lips midway, letting his tongue enter her mouth and taste her own as she clenched her thighs.

“I am going to cum,” she warned and braced herself for the rows of pleasure that would most definitely take her breath away.

However, Harry had other plans, as he lifted her off him and smirked when he heard her whimper and tremble at the incompletion. He laid her on the bed and this time she had no energy to object. He took her right leg in his hand and placed it over his shoulder and turned his head so that he could kiss her calf. When she squirmed until one warning slap was given to the inside of her thigh, so close to her soaked centre, she stayed still.

Harry’s left fingers dragged down his left thigh and over the tiger tattoo, the place where Y/N had used him and collected the wetness she had left behind. She moaned so loud when she saw that he had popped his fingers in his mouth and sucked them dry. Then he grabbed his throbbing cock in his hand, sliding it a couple times over her folds and slowly he eased himself in her wet tight hole.

Both of them exhaled in relief at the feeling of becoming one as Harry leaned in to kiss her opened mouth.

“Harry, please,” Y/N cried out although she didn’t know what she was begging for. But Harry nevertheless seemed to give it to her.

With a hard thrust that left them both in scrambles, he picked up the rhythm, hitting that one spot inside her that had his name bouncing off her lips. Y/N arched her back as Harry’s mouth attached to her nipple, his teeth softly grazing them. The deep moans that she released were like they had awoken something feral inside him, as he straitened his back grabbing the leg on his shoulder with both hands, fingers digging into the plush skin of her thigh and she almost felt a pang when she realised that he was not wearing any rings. That did not last long, for Harry started pounding into her with a force so brutal that had her moaning under him, her body acting without her command as her other leg hit the mattress in order to buck her hips.

Harry tatted amused before he took both her legs and placed them over his hips while he was still on his knees and Y/N lifted her gaze to see the fern tattoos poking between her thighs. When he took the first thrust in that position, the angle it gave multiplied their pleasure by far and she was in awe at the deep throaty moan that he released. Harry’s hands gripped her hips so hard that she knew that in the morning she would find bruises in the shape of his fingers.

Harry felt like his hands couldn’t get enough of her and they flattered every time they stayed in one part of her body for too long. He couldn’t stop the feeling of wanting to explore her whole body in just one night. Complying to his wish, Harry ran his hands up to her sides, her breasts until they reached her open neck, begging for a hand around it. With his left hand around the delicate skin of her throat and his right hand playing with her nipple, he stared at the girl underneath him with awe in his eyes. His stare scanned her pleasure-ridden face, they way her own eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowing, but her hands blindly searched for him, wanting to be in contact with him as one of them dug in the skin of his shoulder while the other gripped the wrist around her neck and pushing it further.

“Open your eyes for me baby, let me see those eyes that I missed,” Harry commanded desperate to catch her gaze.

Her hairline had gathered bids of sweat and she whined at his words, but in the end, although with difficulty, Y/N managed to open her eyes meeting his intense stare. Her mouth let airy moans free every time that his hips rolled forwards to meet her own.

“You feel so fucking amazing love,” he moaned in the space between them and raised her body so that she was stranding his lap. Y/N cried out at the prospect of being separated from him even for a second, but Harry managed to remain inside her, his pride swelling at the reaction of his lover.

“You love it when I am this deep in you,” he continued and Y/N felt like she had lost the ability to talk.

“It’s okay sweetheart because you know I love it too,” Harry soothed her back as she set a rhythm riding him.

“I can always feel you so deep Harry, so deep, all the way to my tummy,” she managed to croak out and dragged his hand to the place she felt him the most. Harry groaned at her filthy words, barely holding it together as he buried his face in her neck, biting where her pulse beat like a hummingbird.

“It doesn’t matter how much time has passed since I last fucked you, I can always remember how you feel, baby,” his voice was like velvet in her ears and she found herself going fasted at his words.

“I can always feel you for days when you are like this,” Y/N whispered in his ear, a few curls tickling her face.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Harry bragged and she swore that she could almost hear the smirk on his lips they way she heard the wet noises their skin made when it collided as it bounced off the walls along with the groans he released because of her. For a few moments she focused solely on that and how dirty and raw and passionate it felt, and it was enough to drive her out of her mind.

“Harry,” Y/N warned the pressure in her lower stomach like a knot begging for release.

“I know,” he replied, letting his hand down to where they were connected and rubbed small circles on the small bundle of nerves.

Her thrusts were becoming sloppy and it took all of Harry’s concentration or at least what was left of it since he could feel her clenching around him, to keep them up. He latched his mouth on her nipple, the other hand around her waist to guide himself harder into her as she finally found her high with a gasp, almost like she couldn’t believe the power of it. After a few seconds, she was trembling in his arms and tried to shut her legs further to get Harry’s hand of her overstimulated part. Harry ignored her and continued stroking her, prying those thighs apart as he watched himself get lost into her. Y/N cried out and off her tongue rolled Harry’s name time and time again.

So close to his own high, Harry got lost in her moans and became more aware of her presence on him. The way her hands pulled on the strands of his hair hard like they were the anchor that kept her from falling to pieces and the way her shallow breaths hit his face as she calmed down from her orgasm while also being aware of him pounding into her still, the way she clenched her legs around him and she opened her eyes again, begging could be seen in them but this time it was not for her own finish but for his. Harry felt overwhelmed from all the senses and was so close it was painful.

“Please cum for me baby, please cum inside me,” Y/N whimpered in her soft voice and that was all he needed before he spilled in her, short desperate thrusts as he rested his head on her collarbone, taking in her vanilla perfume and felt her arms wrapping around his neck holding him impossibly close while ripple after ripple of pleasure took over his body. His thrusting stopped and Harry felt spent as he tried to regulate his breathing back to normal.

Harry gathered Y/N in his arms and laid her carefully on the bed after removing himself from inside her even though she whimpered due to sensitivity and he took the place right next to her. They faced each other, their breaths mixing together as they relaxed in each other’s presence. Harry raised a hand to push away the hairs getting in Y/N’s face and she hummed in appreciation.

“God, I barely remember what year we have,” she frowned and opened her eyes at the sound of his laughter.

“I do believe that it is 1940,” he mused and her face regained a rosy colour at the game long forgotten.

“I… You don’t have to pretend anymore,” she whispered trying to avoid his gaze.

Harry head turned in question. “Pretend what? I am only a soldier coming back from the battlefield to make love to the woman I love.”

Y/N blushed.

“Because it seems she holds a deep fascination for men in army apparel,” Harry continued and smirked when she mumbled something under her breath.

“What was that sweetheart?” he asked and when he received no answer he dipped his hand between her thighs hissing at the wetness of her mixing with his release as he plunged two fingers in her.

Y/N yelped, “Not every man, just you,” she confessed and Harry satisfied moved his fingers lazily.

“Although I appreciate the welcome home, you have not offered me anything to eat,” he frowned and he knew that if it wasn’t for his fingers pinning her down she would have leaped up to order him something to eat.

“What would you like?” Y/N asked with difficulty because of the sensation he caused her.

“Well I see that you have a whole feast here already waiting for me,” he retorted and pulled his fingers away.

At her confused gaze, Harry whispered hotly in her ear, “Although I could never forget how tight you feel around me love, nothing really reminds me of the way your pussy taste under me,”

And with that, he pushed her legs open and dived between then before she could even atter a word of surprise.  

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First Lesson (NSFW)

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Summary: Commander Kylo Ren needs a competent officer to accompany him on an important mission, and he has requested you specifically. When he discovers that you don't know how to pilot a TIE fighter, he takes it upon himself to fix that. Turns out cockpits are good for other things, too. 

Rating: Explicit

Words: 7.4k

Content Warnings: possible dubcon, choking, spanking, inappropriate use of the Force, rough sex, minimal aftercare, cockwarming… yeah. 

A/N: Wow so this is officially my first published work after lurking in the fandom for a good 4 years??? Holy shit. I'm super nervous, but hey, I've got to start somewhere! I've had this silly idea gnawing around in my little rat brain for fucking ever, so it feels good to finally pound it out (heh). I have... literally never written smut before, sooo I welcome any feedback. Thank you for reading this!

"Take a fighter. Follow me to the surface."

The commander strode powerfully over the gangway, dismissing you with a flick of his gloved hand as he approached the yawning cockpit of his TIE silencer. Engineers scrambled aside like rats to sunlight as he moved, conveniently parting a clear path for you to follow the rippling tower of black robes across the platform. You stumbled and jogged slightly to keep up, your gaze shifting nervously along the sinister row of TIE fighters. They sat anchored to the dock, still as a cavalry line at dawn, each black durasteel destrier awaiting its chance to charge into battle. But there was no impending fight here. Why weren't you taking the command ship?

"Commander. Sir, w-wai-" You collided with an unyielding wall of black, having not been looking where you were going. Ren had stopped and was now turned to look at you, posture stiff, eyes burning with impatience. You straightened sharply and jumped back, shying away from your next words as your cheeks burned under the dark beam of his stare.

"I... I don't know how to fly one. S-sir." You managed to say, and your heart plummeted into your stomach with the admission. It seemed childish. Silly. But-- what would he think of you now? You had always admired the commander more than you'd ever admit to your peers, and if you were honest, you found him wildly, dangerously attractive. There was something about the way he barely held back. The fire that shone behind his dark eyes like they were the only living part of a face cast in carbonite, that made you dare to wonder what he would look like if he let go. The power that radiated from him was always so visceral, yet restrained. Except, of course, when he had his outbursts. You only ever saw the aftermath: a shredded, glowing control panel, a dazed and heaving officer slumped against the floor after being Force-choked within an inch of death over a particularly inconvenient mistake. You'd be lying if you said such unbridled evidence of his power didn't stoke a flame of intrigue. And perhaps something else.

You had only recently been promoted to lieutenant general, but you had a feeling Kylo Ren had watched you closely for some time. You saw it in the shift of his eyes whenever you passed him by, the particular burn of his stare when you delivered reports on behalf of your superior general. You'd never known a commander to hold such a piqued interest in the drabble of stormtrooper reconditioning scores. Or why he had to fix his gaze so intently on you that you could swear he was trying to turn your blood molten. 

You knew that you were more than competent in your position, yet you couldn't quell a desire to impress the commander. Whether it was with your sharp aptitude for command, tactical maneuvers, or securing risky strategic alliances, you always tried to establish presence. To command the room, intimidate both your peers and subordinates with your sharp wits, and earn those rare, blood-branding stares of approval from Kylo Ren when your steel confidence washed a hush over the room. What you'd never admit was how that steel later melted down into gushing whimpers under the forge of your sheets, imagining the kinds of things that your commander might do to you. 

You'd had to forcibly smother your elation when you received the order for your aid specifically on this mission, not even knowing until a few minutes ago that it was you, and only you, that Kylo Ren had requested to come along. It sank like a cold blade into your gut now to know that your ineptitude would make him think less of you. The knife twisted with the realization that you would be left behind on the only opportunity you might ever get to spend some time alone with the commander.

He looked at you for a moment, expression unreadable. How had your command training not included basic piloting by default? A brief flash of anger lit his eyes and set his jaw tight as he thought about whoever's incompetence he would have to deal with later when he reviewed the training program. But for now, there was no time. 

Your eyes were fixed to the metal grate of the floor, stomach knotting, as you steeled a calm mask over the disappointment that tightened your throat. You began to speak, your voice coming out smaller than you intended. "I’m sorry, Commander. I will inform mission control that you are in need of--" Before you could finish, Kylo Ren clamped his arm around your waist, pulling you firmly to his body as he leveraged his hips in one fluid motion to drag you with him into the small cockpit of the TIE silencer.

Your brain reeled, a small yelp escaping your lips as your ass landed firmly into his lap, one of his arms anchoring you there while his other hand reached to flick a control above him. Before you could stammer out the question of what the fuck he was doing, the cockpit was already hissing closed around you both. 

"First lesson." 

Your pulse was a flurry. He began to flip the controls absently, looking easily over your head as you awkwardly adjusted yourself on his thighs. The space was so small, there was absolutely no position you could assume that didn't involve your ass planted into his hips, your back against his broad torso, and your calves draped around either side of his ridiculously long legs. Your head spun. The thrusters hummed to life. Fuck. Everything was moving too fast. His gloved hand began to point individually at each control he had just engaged.

"Auxiliary." 

His voice was dead even as he pointed to the first switch on your left, the movement of his arm making his chest ripple under your shoulder blade. Your brain was a mess of thrill and panic. Was this really happening right now? Heat flowed in a river down your spine and pooled in the roiling cauldron of your belly. Whether it wanted to wash you away, or pull you in like a rip current to his body, you couldn’t decide. His hand moved to a lower control panel where the second switch sat, affording you little time to take in what he was saying. 

"Compressor." 

You tried hard to focus on his words, blinking the spinning confusion out of your eyes as you dumbly studied the path his hand had just taken. You blinked again, hard. Auxiliary. Compressor. Okay. You forced yourself to bid the controls to memory, trying to catch up as he moved along. Four adjacent switches to your right had been next. 

"Ignition," 

His gloved finger drew languidly against the curved switch in a way that suddenly made your skin light up against every solid line of his body pressed flush to yours. Your thighs tensed. Heat climbed your neck as you struggled to hold onto a fragile thread of focus. 

"Thrusters." 

He gestured to the final three buttons. Fucking breathe. Ignition, thrusters. Okay. Simple enough. You sobered yourself sternly and nodded your understanding as you flicked your gaze along the control path that started the engines, internally repeating it several times as your heartbeats became distinguishable again. It was quick. Concise. Fitting, you thought, for a state-of-the-art starfighter prototype that might need to get airborne in a hurry. It was certainly far less brain-scrambling than the orchestrations you'd seen performed upon the control panels of freighters to wrangle them towards liftoff. Why don't they label anything in those damn ships anyways?

"Now," Ren’s hands gripped your hips, instantly shattering your moment of composure. Stars, why did he have this effect on you? And why did a part of you never want it to end? He adjusted your seat, pressing you slightly straighter against him, and you could feel the warm, solid contour of his abdomen flex under your spine. You swallowed hard.

"Steering is intuitive." His palms smothered the backs of your hands as he picked them up, guiding them to grasp the vertical steering grips. Your blood felt uncomfortably hot in your veins. He kept his hands wrapped firmly over top of yours, arms encircling you like a gigantic fucking scaffold, coaxing you to lift the handles very slightly upwards. The craft lurched to life in response, and you were suddenly thankful for his hands holding yours steady as your heart threatened to explode from your ribs. 

It was intuitive, you'd give him that, even if your intuition felt starkly absent from your brain at the moment. The body of the craft lifted smoothly, almost sentiently, with the subtle upward press of the handles. Still, the sudden g-force of liftoff sank you firmly into the commander's lap, amplifying an alarming and far too pleasant stir that agitated the pit of your belly. 

You breathed slowly, trying to stay as still as possible on top of him, your brain still coming to grips with what the fuck was occurring right now. You thought maybe you'd had a dream like this once. Come to think of it, the enigmatic commander had starred in many of your most pleasant dreams -- with or without the mask. Oh, stars. You screwed your eyes tight, inwardly cursing your useless fucking brain. Did you really have to think about that right now? You were definitely blushing. A puff of breath hit the back of your neck. Wait- Did he just chuckle? 

You didn't have time to figure out the answer as his gloved hands flexed over the top of yours and your eyes flew open, finding that the fighter was now hovering a comfortable distance from the hangar floor. He pressed your joined hands forward, and the ship responded gorgeously, accelerating towards the mouth of the docking bay in a smooth departure that made your veins flutter with a thrill of adrenaline. Vacuous darkness swallowed the viewport as the Supremacy was left swiftly in your wake, and you released a lungful of air you didn't know you had been holding. An unexpected calmness suddenly blanketed you as everything fell to the periphery. As your wide eyes adjusted to the void, a spattering of stars slowly blinked into view, decorating the expanse. It was... silent. Still. Breathtaking. 

Ren pulled the grips under your hands back like the reins of an obedient steed, and the craft responded as such. The only indication that the fighter had stilled was the slightly quieter hum of the idling ion thrusters vibrating softly through the air of the cockpit. Your respite was brief. The tranquility of space was magnifying your far-from-tranquil realization that you were now decidedly, irreversibly alone with the commander, and your insides folded in half. 

You hardly dared to breathe, let alone move, your senses suddenly augmented and trained sharply onto Kylo Ren as you sat pressed into his lap. His lap. Maker, have mercy. Your clean-pressed uniform suddenly felt tight and stifling around your neck, and you swallowed thickly. 

"Take over." 

He spoke curtly into the silence, almost making you jump as the baritone rumbled close to your ear. Stars, everything he said was a fucking command. You couldn’t deny how much you’d always enjoyed the rich color of his natural, unmodulated voice, taking secret reverence in the way he could paralyze a room with it. Nor could you ignore the way that every word he spoke was now having the opposite effect, riling up that dismayingly persistent heat between your legs. 

He slid his hands off of yours, leaving you in full command of the sleek starfighter. Nerves needled a patchwork in your gut as you stared disconnectedly at your own bare hands gripping the controls. They might as well have been someone else's entirely. Two palms settled over the tops of your thighs, and the gesture pierced all the way to your brain.

By the void, calm the fuck down. You grounded yourself sternly, tightening your grip around the contoured handles and forcing yourself to feel their texture, the ridges that dug into your skin, the tension that rippled up your arms and into your shoulders as you squeezed them. Breathe. There was a reason you'd been promoted so fast: it was your aptitude toward levelness and situational control under pressure. You could do this. Just... treat it like another test. Taking a steadying breath and fixing your brow in determination, you pressed the grips forward. 

If you thought takeoff was intuitive, now that you somewhat had your frayed wits about you, this was like an extension of your own consciousness. The silencer handled like a dream, and you quickly got the hang of its basic movements, almost forgetting your strange predicament as you took surprising delight in steering the agile craft through the vacuum of space. Kylo Ren hardly moved beneath you. He seemed to be letting you feel the ship out on your own, but his hands occasionally flexed over the curve of your thighs, his fingers splaying into a wide grip that pressed heat into your veins. An alarming reminder, each time, that he was paying attention. Always paying attention.

You cut the silencer back towards the Supremacy after a short while, and were surprised to note that the stifling mega class dreadnought seemed much… smaller, from out here. It felt strange, looking upon the massive vessel that encompassed your entire life, whose halls and chambers you had meticulously memorized, as if it were no more than a distant memory. The perspective settled a quiet feeling inside you that you couldn’t quite formulate.

Also in view, and framing the silhouette of the star destroyer impressively, was your ultimate destination. A large planet, twinkling with tiny rivers of light between clouds, and crowned in a halo of white flame from this system's central star. The planet would be the site of your mission, which, you noted -- the commander still hadn't even briefed you on. You funneled the nervous pang at the thought into determination as you caressed the controls again, considerably braver now about handling the craft.

In a moment of spontaneity, you locked the arches of your feet under Ren's calves and accelerated sharply, whipping the silencer into a tight barrel roll. A breathy, delighted laugh swelled in your chest before you could catch it as you righted the ship to its initial orientation again.

"Good," Ren murmured into your hair, a large hand sliding up to your belly as you reined the ship smoothly to a halt. He pressed you slightly tighter to him with a splayed palm, his strong nose grazing your ear, and the responding thrill between your thighs set your brain back to spinning. You suddenly became aware of a firm knot under your seat that you hadn't noticed before, and your breath stopped. You'd been so distracted maneuvering the ship, you couldn't be sure. You cocked your hips slightly, daring to shift against him, and with the movement it was undeniable: Kylo Ren was hard as a rock. 

You gasped, and the moment you tensed, a gloved hand snaked up to slam into your throat and pull you roughly back against a solid chest, breath hot and immediate in your ear. 

"Don't think I haven't noticed..." His voice was dark and dangerous as his free hand slid to your inner thigh, gripping the sensitive flesh there, your airway closed tight. You trembled, pulse galloping, as a spear of adrenaline ignited each of your most primal instincts at once. 

"...How you can hardly keep those eyes to yourself around me." His lips were warm against the shell of your ear as his nose grazed the baby hairs at your temple, the feeling adding a confusing tingle to the sharp claws of terror that gripped you. Your pulse was deafening, and you struggled to find either breath or coherence under his iron grip. His hand on your throat loosened slightly with a creak of leather, and the sweetness of air crashed into your lungs.

"I could say the same," you breathed without thinking, suddenly wondering if you actually had a deathwish. His hand flexed threateningly on your throat and you flinched, but he simply breathed a dark chuckle into the hollow of your ear. Oh. That made you fucking shiver. 

"Observant." He slowly ground his hips up into you, more or less fucking his prominent erection against your ass. Needles of fear laced confusingly into a wash of desire as a soft noise escaped you, and you bit your lip to catch it in its tracks as he continued. "But I know every thought you've ever had about me, lieutenant." Oh, stars. Fuck. You knew he’d paid attention to you, but not that closely.

"It's pathetic, really… " He continued to grind torturously against you, his broad hand pinning your thigh the same way a predator might hold down a piece of live prey that it wants to toy with for a while before killing. "...The way you try so hard to impress me." His growl bottomed out on the emphasis with a decisive roll of his hips that sent an electric shock careening to your core. You squirmed against him, but his grip on your neck and leg had you on an axis that allowed precious little freedom. His hips continued their disciplined pace as he spread his knees slightly, forcing your own to follow, and his thumb traced electricity into the tender patch of thigh just below your most intimate parts. You clenched at the closeness of it.

"But…” he purred, tone shifting slightly.

“The things that cross your mind at night?" You froze with dread, wishing the ice in your spine would somehow percolate into the space around you, freeze it into stasis so that he wouldn't continue with his next words. But Kylo Ren was a furnace, burning the unlimited fuel of your fear, and he rumbled on. 

"When you touch that wet little cunt, and think about me?" He lifted his palm away briefly - the predator's illusion of mercy - before delivering a hard, stinging smack straight to your inner thigh. Your cunt convulsed. 

"Filthy."

A silent pause filled the cockpit, allowing both the word and the impact to sink into your nerves before he slowly circled his glove across the tingling flesh under his hand. Your bones went gelatinous, and, stars, you whimpered. It was a sound so foreign to even your own ears, that you startled yourself. 

His straining cock pulsed against the curve of your ass, and he swore darkly, sliding his hand on your thigh up to cup your sex through the fabric of your pants. You were already wet and aching, you could feel it, but the slight pressure of his hand over your sensitive heat drove your need to a frenzy. Another whine leaked unbidden from your lips. 

“Tell me, lieutenant, how do you prefer me?” His voice was cruel and dark, drawing out your torment as he began to tease your slit with a pressure so light you thought you might die on the spot. 

“With, or without the mask?” He pressed down, rolling his forefinger over your clit in a firm motion that sent sparks into your brain. Your mouth fell open in an obscene moan that echoed around the cockpit. Kylo Ren stiffened, tightening his grip on your throat and stilling the pressure on your aching bud.

He didn't have to say anything for you to know in your gut that an answer was required. Your stomach quivered. This was his game, and you were going to have to play at it if you wanted any of your deepest, most secret desires to come to fruition now. And stars, you wanted it bad. You found a few breaths, collecting fragments of your voice. 

"Any w-way you'd have me, C-commander." Your voice was hardly intact, but you managed to breathe the words out through your daze of terror and need, finally pushing your own ass back into the motion of his hips. He released a warm huff of breath into your ear, seemingly pleased. Thank the Maker. 

"That's right."

His soft hair dusted your ear as he dipped to latch a hot kiss into your neck, pulling your head slightly aside for better access. His tongue was molten and wet against your skin, and the feeling sank straight to your core. You reeled and whined as he sucked a bruise into your throat, taking his time tasting you, his hand over your pants drawing an embarrassing volume of wetness from your aching cunt already. You dropped your hands beside you and sunk your nails into the fabric over his thighs, need overflowing from your skin and into his body. 

Kylo Ren sucked a breath through his teeth and slipped the hand on your throat upwards, gripping your jaw instead and pushing the leather pad of his forefinger through your lips. You accepted it a little too eagerly, sucking it in delicately and running your tongue across the ridges in the supple material as you relished the expensive taste. He hummed and slid a second thick digit into your mouth as his lips and teeth continued to worry the tender skin of your neck, and you were sure you would bear the dark purple evidence of his possession for at least a week. You didn't care. 

His ministrations had your body pliant and wanting in no time, and your thighs had involuntarily begun to relax, falling wider around each side of his lap even as the sharp edge of a control panel dug into your leg. You felt the rigid hilt of the saber on his hip as well, a sensation that paralyzed you for a moment with a new spike of fear and thrilling desire. He ascended from your neck with a sharp nip. 

"So eager, lieutenant." He clicked his tongue once and landed a sharp spank straight to the mound of your pussy. It made you jump, and clench hard with a small, leather-muffled yelp. He deftly switched hands, removing his fingers from your mouth as his other hand closed around your neck. His moistened digits dipped below the waistband of your pants, and you felt his own breaths quicken underneath your shoulders, exciting you. The smooth, warm leather slid easily down your folds, drawing a gasp from you as he collected and spread your arousal. Now, this, you had definitely dreamed about before. He circled slowly across your clit, slicking it over in a motion that sparked white ecstasy through your nerve endings, and you whined pathetically. 

"What would your superiors think," Kylo Ren's deep, mocking voice dripped through you as he slid one finger down to tease your entrance. Your hips bucked, trying in vain to draw him in. "If they knew what a desperate little whore you are for your commander?" 

Your brain stuttered then. An involuntary smirk pulled at your lips as you conjured the image of your superior general, and how his eyes always seemed to darken when they wandered a little too far down your uniform. You didn't consider the fact that your mind was on full display to Ren before the brat center of your brain produced one clear thought. 

They'd envy my commander.

You bit your tongue hard the second the thought formed, as if you could banish it with the flash of pain, hoping desperately that he hadn't read your mind. But the way that Ren’s whole body went rigid suggested otherwise. Maker damn your smart ass. 

His hand fisted into your hair, wrecking your neat bun, and he wrenched your head to the side, forcing you to look up at him. Your brows knitted together in pain, but you dared not whine about it as you met his stare. His eyes were black saucers, clouded with such a tenebrous fury and lust that it made your walls flutter in time with your stomach.  

"Is that so?" The ice in his voice squeezed your veins. 

Gone was all that confidence that you prided yourself on in your profession, all the poise and tact and sharpness of wit. It slipped as easily as water through your fingers now as you drowned in the inky depths of his stare, fear anchoring your words to your diaphragm with no means of escape. 

Ren studied you, embers flaring in the pits of those live irises, framed by the beautiful stone hearth of his face. He moved your head back and forth a bit by his grip in your hair. You winced, but your muscles might as well have been liquid, unable to resist him in the slightest. He was testing your pliancy, considering. 

"Open your mouth." 

There was no warmth, no tease behind the words, and as if they flowed straight into your neurons directly, you obeyed. Your jaw fell open, your pink tongue pushing slightly against the pillow of your lower lip as it rested over your bottom teeth. He spat into your mouth, holding your stare in the tight space as… Oh. He sank two thick fingers straight into your soaking core, stretching you full, holding them rooted inside you. You might as well have been vibrating. 

"Swallow." 

The command was deadly. You snapped your jaw shut and complied, heart thrumming with fear and a hot, blooming need originating from the delicious ache that now filled your walls but refused to move. You whined, trying weakly to shift your hips for any amount of friction on his hand, but his hold on you tightened, immobilizing you. 

"Impudence will get you nothing." He uttered warningly, never breaking your stare as his fingers began to pump slowly, agonizingly inside of you. You could feel yourself dripping around him now as the ridged leather of his gloves did something delicious to your walls. "Don't you want to come, little whore?" 

You were putty in his lap. "Yes, Commander, sir." You managed to groan out quietly, embracing the pain that screamed through your scalp. His plump, gorgeous lips were parted slightly, a signal of desire to underlie the tempest of his stare. You relaxed more into his grip, hoping your show of submission would drive him just a little more wild, just a little closer to... Yes.

He yanked you closer and stroked his hot tongue into your mouth in a fucking vulgar kiss that spun your brain like a top. You suppressed a sigh as the taste of him filled you, his plush lips divine and remarkably soft against your mouth as you melted into the heat of his possessive kiss. He jerked you away by your hair long before you'd had your fill of his taste, a thin string of spit connecting you as you squeaked a pathetic sound. Your disappointment was fleeting, though, because his fingers were now curling faster against a heavenly spot inside of you that was beginning to coil you tight. 

"Then be good." 

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, bit down, and nodded as well as you could with his fingers rooted into your follicles. He watched the ecstasy blossom across your face as his thumb began to pass in quick circles over your sensitive clit. A cry fell from your lips as your pleasure began to overtake you, his fingers building you towards a crescendo that threatened to split you clear in half with a galaxy between. You didn't even have to try to keep your mind blank now as he consumed your every nerve ending in rippling pleasure, and soon you were barreling towards the event horizon of climax with every stroke of his digits and every slick pass of leather over your delicate pearl of nerves. Sparks flowed like hot plasma to your extremities as your walls began to flutter tight. You whined the warning of it as your brows drew together in restraint, pleading silently for the commander to send you halfway to hyperspace with the orgasm that teetered in your core. 

"That's right, cum for me, little whore." His voice was harsh and cruel and delicious and everything your reeling brain needed to send you barreling over the precipice. Your orgasm split you, blanching your vision as your walls slammed down around his fingers and you sobbed out the waves of your release. He didn't slow, drawing out your climax to an impossible length as each clench sent you spinning and wailing again. Ren groaned and cursed under his breath as he watched you come apart, leaning on the familiar edge of desperate self control as his stiff cock twitched violently under the confines of his trousers.

He slowed and withdrew his hand from your pants, allowing you to come down with shallow breaths. He brought the hand up to taste you slowly from the glistening leather of his fingers, eyes never leaving yours, and the sight made your insides combust. He hummed a low, appreciative sound before shoving the cum-slicked digits roughly into your mouth. The sweet tang of your juices flooded your senses as he sat you back up against him, such that you faced the viewport again. Impossible as it realistically was, it suddenly felt as if the entire Supremacy may as well have just watched you cum like a trained whore around Kylo Ren's fingers. The thought tickled your belly as you laved your tongue over his glove, still warm from your cunt, your body thrumming with the high of post-orgasmic ecstasy as you diligently cleaned the ridges. Your insatiable pussy clenched hard when you felt his length grind against your ass, reminding you of its presence, and you suddenly ached to be filled again. You whimpered into his hand as you rolled your hips.

"You want my cock?" His voice was ragged in your ear, hardly restrained as he fucked his bulge against you. You nodded with an obscene whine, clutching the sides of his thighs and using them as leverage to grind yourself into his throbbing length. He cursed. 

"Filthy girl."

Ren released you, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and hair, and you collapsed back against his chest, panting. He shoved at the waistband of your pants, and with a thrill, you lifted your hips as far as you could to allow him to yank them down around your thighs, panties and all. 

He propped you forward slightly, bringing a hand behind you to wrestle with the clasp of his own trousers. He unleashed his cock and sat you back over it, so that it rested thickly between the flesh of your thighs, flush with the swollen line of your wet slit. You looked down and gulped. Stars, he was big. Not that you expected any different -- you'd be the first to admit that this man carried himself like he was packing. Still, you couldn't suppress a twinge of nerves as you looked down at the fat head of him, swollen beautifully at the end of a thick shaft and leaking a bead of pre cum between your thighs. He rocked his hips up, and the thick, velvety length of his cock parted your lips, coating the top of his shaft in your wetness as it slid against your tender folds.

You whined, your walls screaming to be filled, to be stretched, and you strained your pelvis down towards his dick, but the angle was all wrong for you to have any control. His glove snaked into your hair and fisted it roughly, yanking you immobile again as you gasped. 

"Beg." 

Your pussy throbbed, dignity a distant echo in your brain as you keened and clenched around nothing. You'd never been known to beg for anything in your life, but with the way that every nerve ending in your body felt like it was curling towards him, trying to take root, to feel him in every way possible, you were sure you'd do anything to earn his cock now.

"P-please-" it came out in a whisper, your voice absent from your chest, and he jostled you by your scalp sharply. Pain shot through your nerves, somehow only kindling the flames of need that were licking up your spine and you yelped, the roughness punching your voice back into you.

"I can't fucking hear you." He growled through his teeth, breath crackling in his throat as he fought his own restraint. The sound shot a thrill through you. Oh, you were gone. 

"Ple-ase, s-sir, please f-fuck me," you moaned louder, and your voice sounded foreign through the ring in your ears. Your thighs strained against the hobble of your waistband as your body tried to spread and arch back for him like a bitch in heat. Thoroughly carried away, heady pleas continued to pour from your mouth. "I n-eed your cock in me, Com-commander, please." He huffed a pleased sound, pulling you back until his lips grazed your ear. 

"Good girl."

He released your hair and gripped your hips hard, lifting you up just enough for the head of his cock to slide down towards your entrance. You found yourself pressing your palms eagerly into the seat, pushing yourself up to give your commander better access. You tipped your hips until you felt the swollen head of him perfectly align with your soaked entrance, and-- Oh, fuck.

Even thoroughly lubricated with your own cum, it was a tight fit as he began to sink you down. You whimpered as the angle forced you to take the entirety of him, struggling to relax your tight walls through your descent. You were sure you'd never taken a man nearly this big, sure that your body might break open around him, and yet you were determined to withstand his challenge. He hissed slowly through his teeth as he buried into you inch by steady inch, until you finally sat flush with his lap again, keening from the pleasant sting of complete fullness. 

Ren choked on a stifled groan as you reached the hilt of him, his grip bruising your waist as he held you there for a moment. He shifted you both forward, allowing him to brace you up with his arms, and pumped his hips once slowly to test the position. The feeling of his thick cock sliding tight against your walls until it pressed your cervix was as obscene as it was delicious, and as he buried himself again, you couldn't hold back the wanton moan that tore itself from your diaphragm. 

"Fuck," You heard Ren mutter raggedly behind you as he adjusted his grip. He began to rut his hips up into you at a punishing tempo, and your thoughts evaporated as his cock slammed over and over into the epicenter of your core. You cried out, voice hitching from his pace and ferocity, as you wildly clutched at the side of a control panel for stability. Somehow the pain of taking him over and over began to morph into blinding oblivion, and the viewport swam before your eyes as you lost yourself in the furious rhythm of his cock. 

Ren grabbed your neck and arched you back against his chest, slowing his pace enough to allow shards of air to fight back into your starved lungs. The slower thrusts, the slick feeling of every ridge and vein of him, sent a spike of voltage through your limbs that jump started your senses again. 

"Was I wrong to assume you could handle me, lieutenant?" He purred breathily as he slowed to nearly a stop, though clearly not intending to cease his torment altogether. You whined your dissent and tried to roll your hips down into him, hoping to fuck yourself on his cock, to feebly prove that you could take him. "No?" His voice dripped warm with mockery. "We'll see." 

His grip anchored you fast. You gasped, almost panicking for a moment as a foreign pressure began to flit and squeeze around your clit. It wasn't his hand. One was controlling your neck, the other a vice on your hip. You didn't have much time to register the fact that he was using the Force until his hips were moving again, his cock filling you whole at a steady pace as that strange and wonderful pressure swirled faster at your bud. 

Then suddenly his hand was closing like a leather serpent around your neck, slowly, expertly constricting your pulse. A primal burst of adrenaline blinded you for a moment. He could kill you. It rang between your ears, imploring you to resist, but your body was so pliant, so wholly under the spell of submission, that the thrill melted into something warmer. Something perhaps like trust, but with a much sharper edge as it cut a path through your veins. He squeezed your arteries steadily until your hearing began to fog and inky motes crossed your vision. Pressure swelled in your head, the cockpit beginning to drift away around you until all that grounded you to reality was the steady pumping of the cock inside your cunt and the Force at your clit shooting effervescent waves of pleasure into your darkening brain. 

Just as the cusp of total unconsciousness began to seduce you, the pressure vanished. Ren slammed his length into you, and you gulped a massive breath of air as the Force jetted against your clit. Your orgasm crested hard, and shot you over the edge faster than you'd have ever thought possible as he held you steady and pounded into your core. You screamed as your release tore through your body in a perfect harmonic overtone to the oxygen flooding back into your brain, and the combined relief washed such a powerful bliss through your nerves that in that moment, you felt as if the very fabric of space could part for you.

"That's it, fuck, good fucking girl." Ren’s snarls were filthy and delicious in your ear as he continued to fuck you hard, the pace of his cock refusing to let your body come down from the orgasm. You keened and moaned in an incoherent stupor as he slammed up against a spot inside you that was somehow, impossibly, pushing you towards the edge again already. Another orgasm ripped through you, this one singeing your nerve endings as you felt his thrusts become unsteady. Ren bellowed through gritted teeth as he came, cock pulsing inside you while your quaking walls milked him through his release. He pumped you slowly through your aftershocks, tensing with each clench of your cunt around his oversensitive dick, until your bodies stilled in a tranquil beat of silence and shared breathing.

You didn't know at what point he had wrapped both of his arms around you, but you snapped to the realization that Kylo Ren was now holding you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he came down through shuddering breaths. You blinked, slowly bringing the geometric planes of the viewport back into blurred focus, and then beyond it, the distant Supremacy. 

It hung suspended like a leviathan in the void, a staunch and silent voyeur to the star-shattering sequence of undoing and accretion that you had just experienced here at the hands and cock of your inscrutable commander. You couldn't be totally sure this hadn't all been another dream, but the feeling of him now was so real, so warm, so human in the depth of his breathing and the slight dampness of his skin against yours, that you were sure no version of Kylo Ren you'd ever conjured in your dreams could feel like this. 

You didn't move, didn't dare, but simply felt him encase you, afraid to break whatever spell was holding you in this moment. In a place where maybe, maybe, you could pretend that you weren't just a rank. Or a strategist, or a minuscule pawn in the grander scheme of First Order rule. Here you were a body, yes, but a body that intertwined with something beyond material. Something that laced gently with the threads of humanity behind the frozen carbonite mask of Kylo Ren, which now seemed to thaw for the smallest moment as he held you wrapped in an embrace that could almost be mistaken for tenderness. 

Almost. 

Your high descended on clipped wings as he finally stirred, settling colder in your stomach as he loosened his arms and you waited for whatever would happen now. He was still inside of you, and half-hard at that, but even so, you felt filled to the brim with his cum and stretched tight around him. Your body bemoaned the idea of vacancy, but if time was up, then it was up. You weren't about to push it. You started to move, shifting to lift off of him.

"No. Stay." He murmured against your neck, and you almost questioned whether your brain had shorted out and you'd misheard him. He coaxed you back against his chest with a press of his palm, and you hesitantly allowed the gentleness of it to malleate your rigid spine. Your brain misfired again as you felt the soft brush of his thumb running slowly up and down the contour of your ribs. Your pulse skipped into your throat. You didn't dare allow your body to think that this was anything akin to intimacy. You had been starved of it for so long that if you let it believe so, you might fully lose sight of the fine line you were now walking. And if you fell, it would be straight onto a saber's edge. The vibration of your body fighting against its own tension ricocheted to the walls of your pussy, and as you squeezed him slightly, you felt his cock already beginning to harden again inside you. Your breath hitched. 

Kylo Ren made no acknowledgment of the exchange as he peeled his face from your neck, straightening slightly. He reached his long arms around you to grip the controls of the silencer, but didn't move the craft. He sat still. Contemplative, perhaps. 

You were leaned back against his shoulder, forehead resting just by his jaw, and you dared to let your face tuck gently towards him. You waited for a reaction -- to be pushed away, for some signal that you'd overstepped. But he was still. You cautiously nestled the bridge of your nose against his neck, feeling the steady thrum of pulse there, the soft currents of breath that drifted from his nose down to trickle across your skin. You tried to memorize the warm, masculine scent of him that drifted up from his collar, magnified by body heat, stirred by the gentle tide of his breathing. Oh, how long it had been since you'd had this… 

The oxytocin-riddled valleys of your mind echoed with a sudden and deadly urge to tilt up and press a soft kiss under his jaw, but a harness of fear held you still as you remembered your place, and the fragility of whatever this was. Instead, you squeezed his cock with your warmth again, a flame of lust already flickering against your belly and providing a welcome distraction from the confusion that was drawing and quartering your brain. 

Ren's chest swelled with a soft "mmph" as he seemed to come out of his own trance of thought. You wondered if he'd even been listening to yours at all. He rocked his hips once, the slide of his stiffening cock making your walls leak, and you sighed. Yes. This was fine. This was simple. He pressed his hands forward, beginning to guide the craft towards the twinkling planet in no particular hurry. You gripped his thighs and rolled your hips, squeezing and riding him slowly so as not to break his concentration as he guided you both through the silent expanse of space. 

Yes, it was best just to enjoy the simplicity of this. Of two bodies exorcising your respective tensions through the physical release you could pull from one another. And soon it would be over, and the chaos would resume around you, and you'd carry on like your spirits hadn't just fused like two atoms -- for a microsecond -- within a supernova of passion in the middle of space. And that was fine. That was for the best. 

So you fixed yourself on that tangible goal of physical pleasure, on the rhythm of your hips, on keeping your commander nice and hard and ready for whatever he decided was next. 

Because if you were good enough, then maybe. 

Just maybe. 

You'd earn yourself a second lesson. 

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Update: Part 2 here.

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Congrats on the 1000 followers!!! You deserve it :) Anyway, if you’re still taking requests, could I ask for fluff involving Canada being doted upon by another member in the FACE family? You can pick which/as many family members as your comfortable with and if it’s canonverse or au. Honestly, what matters more to me is that Canada is being loved and adored appropriately by his family haha~

Thank you so much!! 😍💖 For your kind words and for the request. 😊 I'm afraid I ended up straying a bit from the prompt, I hope it's all right!

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The Best Reward

“...And this is how you’ll prevent them from fighting and actually have them listen, for a change. You don’t want to give them the occasion to bicker, you see? But the thing is, you also don’t want to make it overtly clear that’s what you’re trying to do. Most people don’t react well if they perceive something as an imposition and will do their best to go against it, at that point. Subtle manipulation, instead, works much better. If you set the right circumstance, most people will follow...”

There was something odd. The thought struck Matthew all of sudden, making his speech lose vigour.

Something’s missing.

A few heartbeats later, he registered it: Alfred wasn’t talking. In the unnatural silence, his brother was staring at him, his face frozen in shock.

Matthew’s breath itched, heat rose to his cheeks.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Was it too much?”

Actually, Matthew wasn’t even sure of what he had been saying... he knew the gist, but not the words he had used. Under the constant pounding, his head was too light, everything felt disconnected and a bit too far away.

I really need another coffee...

He couldn’t recall when he had drunk the last one. He had a vague feeling that it hadn’t been too long... but it hadn’t helped much. Clearly.

Matthew fidgeted on his feet, contracting and releasing his muscle in an effort to get back into focus and fighting the urge to press his fingers to his throbbing forehead. He almost missed Alfred slowly shaking his head, even though his brother was right in front of him.

“No, no, it’s all right!” Alfred reassured him with the genuine earnestness only he was capable of. “You’ve been a huge help, don’t apologize!”

He typed something on his laptop, then stopped in contemplation of the spreadsheet he had shown Matthew earlier. As he did so, he fished a cookie from the plate in front of him and nudged the same towards Matthew.

“Here, have a treat. You earned it!”

Matthew almost recoiled away, barely restraining a grimace. He should have been hungry, he hadn’t eaten in more than a day... but at that point, the slight, constant nausea lingering to the back of his senses sapped away any appetite.

Fortunately, Alfred didn’t seem to notice, too focused on his work.

“Man, I had never thought so much had to go into planning the seats at a conference... You’re so good at this, Mattie! And you don’t even really frequent most of these people at all, how have been able to pick up all of this?”

Matthew shrugged, uncomfortable under his brother’s bright eyes. Alfred’s praises were everything he had ever wanted. He wished so strongly he could accept them, but if he was honest with himself...

“It really isn’t so hard,” he muttered in an apologetic voice. “You just have to watch and listen. I’m sure you could do that too, if you wanted! I guess I just have more time for observing, since I generally have nothing important to contribute on.”

That had come out really wrong. Alfred’s forehead scrunched, a frown tugged at his lips.

“Mattie—”

God, where is that coffee?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m not trying to blame you or anything, it’s just that—”

His pathetic attempt at an apology wasn’t enough, for Alfred’s frown tightened even more.

“Mattie, this isn’t—”

In a stroke of luck, a notification lit Matthew’s laptop just at that moment. A skype call from Arthur.

“Sorry, I really have to take this!”

Without leaving Alfred time to protest, Matthew opened the call.

“Hi, Arthur! Sorry for getting back at you so late, I had some issues with some stuff Chris sent me so I had to call him and then his PM, but I think everything should be in order now!”

He strongly hoped so, at least. He had proofread everything five times, he was embarrassingly prone to typos and small mistakes when he was so tired... He couldn’t submit something like that to Arthur. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more anxiety clogged his throat with the suspicion what he had done wouldn’t be enough...

“I can give it another check though! You know, just to be sure.”

“Matthew...”

Arthur was frowning.

Oh crap, what did I do wrong?

Trying to hide the panic mounting in his chest, Matthew offered Arthur a fake, strained smile.

“Yeah, I’ll do that if you give me just a moment! The deadline is 12 am, isn’t it? Yes, I’ll—”

“Matthew, what are you doing?”

The note of concern in Arthur’s voice made him pause. A moment later, Matthew realized that in bracing himself against the table, he was slowly tilting towards the laptop.

“Oh, sorry!”

He offered Arthur a sheepish smile and straightened up, bringing his arms back to his sides. His head swam at the sudden movement, but he managed not to waver.

I need to get it together.

And a coffee. He also needed a coffee. Or two or three, most likely.

Confusion shone in Arthur’s eyes.

“Matthew, what are you apologizing for? I had asked you to give me a hand with the documentation, and you did everything by yourself instead. Do you know what a relief it was, when I saw everything was in order?”

Matthew could empathize with that feeling so strongly it almost hurt. It was why he had done so, after all.

“Don’t apologize. I am the one who needs to thank you, there isn’t any apology involved in this. And there’s no need for another check, either. I just did it myself, everything was perfect.”

A wave of relief washed over Matthew. A weight he hadn’t even been conscious of was lifted from his chest – but with that, the exhaustion loomed closer as well.

Matthew forced himself to stay stiff.

“Actually, it was even better than what I would have done myself,” Arthur went on from the screen, “I have no idea of how long it took you, but—”

“But you’ve also been helping me with this!” Alfred cut in, startling Matthew.

He hadn’t noticed his brother getting up – but Alfred was now next to him, peering at the camera.

“And it must have taken forever, too! When did you even find the time?”

Matthew shrugged.

“It really wasn’t that much.”

In fact, the more he thought he about it, the more he realized his help could have been much more substantial. Even if Alfred always approached everything with a quite... relaxed mindset, he had as much work as Arthur, after all – it came with being such an important personification. Matthew, instead... there wasn’t such a weight pressing down his shoulders. Not helping his brothers would have just been selfish. More and more ways he could have eased the burden crowded his minds in a dizzying rush, ideas, projects...

His confused thoughts scattered away when a strong hand landed on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“No, Mattie, it was! And you managed to do it for myself and Arthur as well.”

Alfred’s earnestness was almost painful. Matthew know he wasn’t good enough to appreciate such praises, yet, he couldn’t help the small seed of hope that blossomed in his chest.

“Seriously, Mattie, you’re really amazing!”

“I... am?” Was all Matthew could manage dumbly, as he stared at his brother’s bright eyes. Even when he blinked, the confidence they conveyed didn’t change.

“But... I didn’t do that much, I...”

“Matthew.”

This time, Arthur was the one talking. He was using the firm tone he employed to convey he truly meant what he was saying and would not tolerate being contradicted.

“You’ve been an incredible help. You saved me a lot of time and trouble, and from what I understand, you did the same for Alfred as well.”

“Yep! That’s right!”

“You need to accept the compliments, you deserve them.”

“I...”

If both his brothers agreed with that, it had to mean they were right. Matthew flushed in embarrassment – yet, the sudden spark of pride curling in his chest quite welcome.

Both Arthur and Alfred were smiling.

Did I really manage that?

Apparently, he had. The realization finally sank in along with a sudden wave of exhaustion that made Matthew waver.

Alfred’s hands grabbed his shoulders, steadying him.

“Whoa, Mattie!”

“Matthew, when was the last time you had some sleep?” Arthur asked from across the screen, his voice laced with alarm.

Matthew gave a dry, delirious chuckle.

Today marks the third all-nighter in a row.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Who cared about sleep? His brothers were proud of him. Nothing mattered more than that.

Alfred and Arthur exchanged a glance. Eyebrows raised, a slight frown. They seemed to agree on something with a small nod.

“All right then,” Alfred stated with a shake of his head, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I think you’ve earned some good, uninterrupted sleep.”

Matthew didn’t resist as his brother wrapped an arm around his shoulders and started leading him away from the desk. His head was pounding, but his smile didn’t waver.

“Good night, Arthur,” he yawned, even though he couldn’t recall what time it was in Europe so it might not have made sense.

It didn’t feel particularly important, at the moment. He had been useful. His brothers were happy. He was going to have a good rest.

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#hetalia #aph canada #aph america #aph england #hetalia fanfiction #ficlet #na brothers #ace family #family #fluff #feyna's writing #request #sorry for the lame title haha #I'm tired and I can't come up with anything better atm

[mfingenius]

I love everything that you do! Au where Draco is a smoking hot roller skating BABE and every day he cruises by Harry's shop in his booty shorts and retro skater socks and shiny quad skates popping tricks like the queen he is and Harry is weak for it. Like he loses all motor skills and crashes into people and furniture just trying to catch a glimpse. Then one day one of them confronts the other. Please, thank you, and lots of love!

Ahhhh okay I KNOW there’s a piece of skater!Draco fanart that I thought I had reblogged (apparently not or I can’t find it on my blog for some reason) but I LOVED it

If anyone knows it can they send me a link please :0

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“What are you doing?” Harry asks Hermione when she drags him over to the window and plants him in front of hit with an irritated huff.

“That blonde you like will skate by in a few minutes,” she says. “I’m making sure you’re here without doing anything so you won’t break something else, like you have done every day he’s skated by.”

Harry flushes brightly; it’s true that he has broken something every day the blonde has skated by, but it’s hardly his fault, it’s distracting! Has Hermione not seen him? With his blonde hair, and his long legs, and the painfully short shorts? Harry cannot look away, simply. It’s a medical condition or something.

“But this’ll look creepy!” he protests, even if his heart is already pounding at the thought of seeing the blonde skate by. 

“Because it is!” Hermione exclaims. “Maybe this way you’ll finally work up the courage to ask him out!”

“But I-” Harry begins; he immediately shuts up when he sees the blonde coming; today’s outfit is shorts - as painfully and distractingly short as the others - thigh high socks, a black, loose crop top, and shiny lavender roller skates. Harry is almost entirely sure he’s drooling.

The blonde has been skating by Harry’s bookshop every day for three months, and Harry has watched him every single one of those days; he never stops and never even looks at Harry, which is why Harry nearly has a heart attack when, at the door, the blonde turns and skates in, stopping directly in front of Harry and crossing his arms.

Harry makes a pathetic squeak.

“Good luck,” Hermione says, patting his shoulder and walking away.

“You’ve been watching me,” the blonde says mildly.

“What?” Harry asks, uselessly. “I - no - well-” The blonde cocks an eyebrow, and Harry turns red, looking down sheepishly. Generally, his brown skin provides some sort of protection from people seeing him blush, but by this point, he’s pretty sure his cheeks are glowing. “Yeah. I have.”

This is it; the blonde is going to press a restraining order or something, or at least tell Harry to stay the fuck away from him and change his skating route, Harry’s sure of it.

“If you ask me out, I’ll say yes,” the blonde says, and Harry’s head snaps up so fast he gets whiplash.

“What?” he asks.

The blonde is so pale Harry can see the beginning traces of a flush climbing up his cheeks. He shifts, cocking a hip to the side, and Harry can’t help but follow the movement; his hip juts out nicely, angling his thighs in a way that makes Harry’s breath catch in his throat.

“You’re - handsome,” the blonde says; Harry’s eyes snap up again, and he notices the blonde is by now flushing deeply. It looks good on him, and he licks his lips, which makes Harry’s brain short-circuit. “And I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out, but you haven’t.”

Harry blinks at him. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up.

“Oh,” he says. Then, “Oh. Yes, yes, I - yeah. I - do you want to go on a date with me?”

The blonde smirks. “Yes. Tomorrow, eight o’clock. You’ll pick me up, and if you want a second date, your best chance is dinner and then a romantic walk. I don’t sleep with guys on the first date, so don’t even try.”

“Alright,” Harry says, a little dumbly. The blonde hands him a card with an address scrawled on it - and shit, that’s on the richest part of town, Harry thinks - and then turns to skate out. Harry is momentarily distracted by his more-than-spectacular arse.

When he’s at the door, Harry’s brain suddenly begins working again, and his eyes snap up. 

“Wait!” he calls. “I don’t even know your name!”

The blonde pauses, turning back and smirking in a way that is so hot it should be illegal. “Draco Malfoy.”

“I’m Harry Potter,” Harry says.

Draco smiles. “Alright, Harry Potter. I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”

“Yes,” Harry says faintly. “Tomorrow at eight.”

Draco hums and skates away, leaving Harry practically drooling behind him.

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Jilian: how come you get a ship chart and not me??

Vanessa: because I'm interesting?

Jilian: You? Interesting! *chuckles* I had nineteen jobs, two voice actors, two besties in the world and became Jason's wife! How am I not interesting!

Vanessa: Having a whole bunch of stuff doesn't make up for personality Jill. And you're NOT married to Jason!

Jilian: Well at least I'm canon! You're just a fragment of some basement dweller's imagination!

Vanessa: me not being canon doesn't make me any less of a character! The fact you feel so threatened by an OC shows how insecure you are

Jilian: Insecure? I secured the sweetest cutest man in Odyssey!

Vanessa: I hate to burst your bubble but that whole thing with you and Jason pretending to be husband and wife was just for his spy mission. You're not actually married to him!

Jilian: Wait our union is fake? B-but Jason you promised me we were going to be the cutest couple in Odyssey!

Jason: uuugh....I said that?

Jilian: You know together forever! Double L Jillian Double T Whittaker!

Jason: no I promised connie to keep you entertained while she and jules took a break from you!

Jilian: A break from me? What's wrong with me? I'm the coolest addition to the show since Richard Maxwell

Richard (from the flower shop): Keep my name out of your mouth please!

Jason: Jillian just stop it okay! You keep treating me like I'm some trophy to be won and god knows how many people in town are fed up with your behavior!

Jilian: But-

Jason: But the worse part is someone somewhere insists that you and I are meant to be together! Do you know how relationships even work? It takes time and REAL effort to get to know someone. You didn't bother to ask a single question about what I like!

Jilian: Jason we-

Jason: We're not soulmates, not dating and definitely not ever going to get married! I'm sorry but I'm not going to waste the rest of my life stuck with a selfish inconsistent manchild!

Jilian: Fine if I can't you she can't either

Vanessa: Well duh of course I'm never going to have him because you said so yourself I'm not canon. But that doesn't mean we can't be together in my universe. You're justk desperate.

Jilian: I bring joy to the girls and boys surely the audience likes me!

Vanessa: Nobody likes you Jilian. I haven't even been around for half a year yet I gotten more positive response from the fandom than you did in your two years. You're unfunny, unlikable, un-EVERYTHING! And honestly I feel nothing but pity for you!

Jason: Oh by the way Jillian *hands her a document* I filed a restraining order against you. Six. Hundred. Feet!

*Jilian stands there staring dumbly at the paper as Jason & Vanessa walks off in triumph*

#jason whittaker #adventures in odyssey #oc x canon #odysseymysteryhour #oc: vanessa marbles #jillian marshall #my fics #aio

[danddymaro]

Apricots | Bucky x reader X Loki

Stupid really, but hey, give it a go. I'm so into this triangle.

It was a quick and easy thing i wanted to share.

Wordcount:  1350

​Apricots 

  “You have an apricot-like scent,” Loki piped up suddenly, disrupting the young woman from her little show, directing all of her focus onto the Asgardian prince sitting beside her instead,

“ Huh?” She said dumbly, caught off guard by his words.

She looked up at him, seeming confused by his sudden comment,

“Mmm...no,” Loki mumbled, “That's not it either,” He muttered, stuck in deep thought, ignoring her look of inquiry as well as her little confused sound.

His face then lit up with sudden triumph, one that only lasted a few seconds before he let his expression fall back into perplexion again,

“It's not quite that either.” He said while sounding utterly stumped, huffing to show his frustration.

“What are you talking about?” (f/n) said with a raised eyebrow, huffing with amusement at his pouting face.

“ ...You always have this certain smell to you, it's quite refreshing and warm," He commented,  "And not to mention sweet, almost alluring, " he added while using his hands in gestures to better let her understand. “ But I can’t quite put my finger on it, so I can’t exactly say what it is,” He told her while speaking softly.

“Really?” she asked him, “ 'Cause, I don't smell a thing,” She murmured, looking down at herself.

She lifted the bottom of her wrist up to sniff, followed by the collar of her top before shrugged, getting nothing, “ I don't really use anything either, sometimes simple little body soaps, but I don't think I  have anything strong enough for you to always smell,” She added with a little sigh.

“I’m sure you're just imagining it,” she remarked,  shaking her head all the while.

A  cheeky, little grin then morphed its way onto her face as she looked at him with glowing, impish (e/c) colored eyes, giggling through the words, “Oh, And quit sniffing me you creep,” she added, flipping her hair back to add to her playful, little act.

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as she said that, the Asgardian immediately going on the defensive, “ I don't go about my day following your scent!” He gritted in between tightly pressed teeth, “And don't you dare let that idiot Thor hear you,” he said beneath his breath.

The last thing he needed was his brother to tease him about something so stupid, bringing up a topic he’d long ago squashed.

She rolled her eyes playfully, setting the controller that was on her lap onto the coffee table before she stretched out her legs from beneath her body, letting them  casually hang from the edge of the couch,

“Alright,” she said in a sing-song voice, lightly swinging the limbs to try and get the visiting numbness that had settle onto them to ease its way out of her body.

“Well," he huffed, rolling his eyes,  “Whatever it is... I wanted to say, I like it.” He said with a quiet mumble, propping his chin up on his palm, giving her sweet glowing, emerald eyes,

“Plenty,” He added just as softly.

A light touch of pink dusted onto her features, the (e/c) eyed woman taken back by the complement, and much more the gentle expression he eyed her with,

“You do ?” she questioned him, her index traveling up to her mouth, the pad touching her lips as she fluttered her eyes up at him,

“Indeed.” He confirmed, “ It's as I mentioned, warm... Almost inviting.

Perhaps It’s that I simply reflect it with who you are and my nose plays tricks on me,” he explained in the same gentle tone,

“Maybe that's it…” he said tenderly.

“Maybe, “ she said smiling, both her hands traveling to both sides  of her head to rid herself of the bothersome tickling strands of (h/c) that obscured her face,

“You're probably thinking too much about it,” she said while absentmindedly leaning against the couch, more into him.

“You wanna know what you smell like?” she said with a little quirk of her mouth.

“Sure,” he started, “what do I smell like to you ?” he asked with interest, his arms crossing over his chest as he waited.

“Well, you smell a lot like old books to me.” She said with a cute grin, having already mused over the thought before.

Slightly offended, he frowned, “Old books?” he responded with a distasteful curl of his upper lip, notably insulted.

“It isn't a bad thing,” she said while standing up, using her index to beckon him up,  waiting for him to follow her. "Trust me," She added with certainty.

“What do you mean?” he said with curiosity, standing up with her and falling in step with the young woman,

“Vanilla flowers and almonds” she replied plainly. “That's the smell of old books," she clarified, " come on think about it Loki." she urged him, " I'm surprised someone who had his nose up one doesn't recognize the scent.

Believe me,  It's not something bad.

It's refreshing… and, well... I like it too.” She revealed, looking up at him with sweet (e/c) colored eyes.

“Glad to know I’m just to you’re liking,” he chuckled, leaving with her, their conversation out of earshot to the other Avengers left in the entertainment room.

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“OH MY GOSH! Loki I totally like your godly smell!” Bucky said in a high pitched voice under his breath with complete annoyance, dropping himself to plop onto the long couch. Crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he sank further into the seat, fuming.

Sam couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, clutching his sides as he doubled over,

“You're jealous !” he said in between his laughter, pointing an accusing finger towards the long-haired brunette.

Bucky froze and looked wide-eyed at the Falcon, seeming absolutely mortified,

“I didn't know you were here...” he said, surprised, hiding his face beneath a curtain and coffee brown colored strands of hair.

"I bet," Wilson sang, causing Bucky's startled, paled face to glow red. "You were too focused on those to even notice me here," he added knowingly.

“You're such a kid,” Sam added while chuckling, rolling his eyes for good measure.

Bucky glared at him, straying his eyes elsewhere as he brooded,  “ Shut it...and I'm not. ”

“ Whatever," Wilson said dismissively, " So instead of sulking on this couch, why don't you go and get your girl?” He added while interrogating the envious male pouting on the couch.

“ She's not my girl…" the long-haired male responded back while biting his inner cheek, " And I don't have a reason to follow them,” Bucky responded snidely. “For all, I care they can run away together,” he murmured.

"And she can be happy with someone else," He added with a long heave.

Shaking his head, Sam disagreed, "Bu-

"Just drop it," Barnes snapped, glaring at the other male hazardously.

“ Ok, fine," The dark-skinned male said while putting his two hands-off in defense, backing off, " I will, but I was just gonna give you some advice …. But you know what? Never mind, you've got this right in the bag,”

James anxiously bit the inside of his cheek, frustrated before he stood up, pulling Wilson by the back of his collar and shoving him down to the couch.

Immediately, both of his hands found their way to his shoulders, squeezing them tight to restrain the other man,

“ What do I do?” he breathed, desperate to know just what the other man had in mind.

" You want ol Sammy's advice?" Wilson mocked, singing the words.

" Yes…" the metal armed man grumbled lowly.

“ But I thought you were a player? And aside from that, I thought you didn't care," Falcon challenged the other male,

"Damn it...Just...help me." Bucky pleaded, his pathetic blue eyes pleasing, willing to do just about anything to win (f/n) over, even if it meant groveling.

"You came to the right man then,"  Sam declared, grinning wildly as he helped his friend win the girl over,

"But we're gonna need a team, " He said with certainty, already searching for the name on his cell, exited to call the first Avenger in order to aid their helpless friend.

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[moonstruckbucky]

The Recruit (1/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings: More prickly Steve. And Bucky! This is a Bucky-heavy chapter.

Notes: I don’t do taglists so please don’t ask.

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Your back hits the mad hard, air knocked from your lungs in a breathy grunt, followed quickly by, “fuck.”

“Again,” orders Captain Rogers, voice hard as granite and expression stony. “Do it again.”

Your hand twitches with the urge to flip him off as you catch your breath. Your muscles, tired and sore from the two-hour training session, protest as you sit up, accept the hand your opponent, Alice, extends to you. You take your stance, a little pressure building in your knee, and attempt to take Alice down again.

Your face burns with shame when you end up on your belly, arms pinned behind you as the taller woman rests on your backside. Captain Rogers sighs a groan, shaking his head with disapproval clear in his eyes. You pointedly don’t look at him.

“What is so difficult for you to get?” he questions stiffly. The weight on your back is gone, Alice smartly occupying herself elsewhere across the gym. You’re thankful. This chewing out is going to be rough. You grimace as you stand, your knee flaring up at the extra exertion it isn’t used to. “Hm?”

“It-It’s my knee, Captain,” you reply meekly, and you know it’s the wrong answer without even looking at him. You can practically feel him tense before you, arms behind his back like he’s a drill sergeant and not a superhero.

“Your knee. Your blaming your incompetence on your knee. Sergeant Barnes is missing an arm and he seems to be able to do what he needs to,” the Captain snaps, drawing the eyes of said Sergeant, as well as the agents he’s training. You feel their eyes on you, your face getting hotter in humiliation.

You close your eyes, feel the sting and pressure of tears behind them, and duck your head. You won’t let him see you cry. You can’t.

It’s been this way for eight months. A near-constant onslaught of scathing remarks, harsh criticisms, and a stubborn refusal to be a little compassionate. Captain Rogers is the goddamn devil, and more than once you’ve thought about requesting a transfer to get away from him. You know you’re not a perfect agent, but you’re confused on why he’s seemingly singled you out. Your injury? It only acts up when really pushed - and he’s been pushing you hard and ragged since you joined SHIELD.

“Get it together, Agent.” The way he says it is venomous, as if it even tastes acrid on his tongue. “Or I’ll see to it you never see the field. Dismissed.”

He spins on his heel and struts out of the room. The door echoes as it slams closed behind him. Lip wobbling, throat tight with the barely-restrained tears, you begin to gather your belongings. Movements made stiff by the painful protest in your knee.

You can hear the others whispering, murmuring, no doubt joining in with the ridicule of your clear incompetence. You can’t help it, a tear spills over and you choke on a quiet sob.

“That’s enough.” Sergeant Barnes’s voice is booming as he addresses the trainees. The murmurs stop. “That’s it for today. I’ll see you all tomorrow for marksmanship. Dismissed.”

You hurry your movements despite the pain when you hear him walking over to you, no doubt to tell you you should find another career. That you’re just not cut out to be an agent. He’ll be nicer than Steve about it, but it’ll sting nonetheless.

“Are you all right?” is what he asks instead, voice soft and gentle. You can see him in your peripheral, dark sweatpants, black t-shirt, but you can’t look at him. Nodding stiffly, you attempt to school your features into something stoic, limp to your gym bag. “Your knee is acting up.”

You remain silent, bag slung over your shoulder, but stay still, waiting for him to officially dismiss you as an agent. It doesn’t come.

“I’ve got a salve that might be able to help,” he offers, still gentle as he takes a small step forward. At this, your eyes snap to his.

They’re brighter up close, lighter too. The shade closer to ice than the ocean after a storm like so many of your comrades had described. Dark hair pulled back into a bun with a few strands framing his face. He looks nothing like the Bucky Barnes from your history books now.

“Shuri gave it to me in Wakanda,” he explains further, and then he gestures to his left shoulder, empty of an arm. “For the scarring and the aches. ‘S why I don’t always have the arm on. Bothers me sometimes, but the salve helps. If you want?”

You feel your mouth opening and closing, trying to form words but you’re not really sure what to say. It’s not what you’d been expecting him to say, after all.

“You’re not firing me?”

The Sergeant’s mouth quirks up a little, eyes glittering with amusement.

“No,” he says with a little laugh, “I’m not firing you.”

You stare dumbly at him for a while - long enough that he tilts his head, face contorting into a concerned frown. He reaches out and shakes you a little, jolting you back to yourself.

“Oh. Um, why?”

“Why?” He’s smirking again and oh no, you’re making an idiot out of yourself in front of the Winter Soldier. “Why would I fire you? Because of your knee?”

Your face warms again as you become sheepish, shrug half-heartedly and wince when he barks a laugh.

“You’re funny. Come on. Go get changed and then come to the tenth floor. I’ll have FRIDAY give you clearance.”

Bucky begins walking away, leaving you to watch, a little shell-shocked, as he goes. Mind reeling, you manage to get your feet moving towards the locker room. Inside, you’re bombarded by the other recruits, who’ve hung back to see what’s become of you.

“What did Sergeant Barnes say?” asks one, curious.

“Is there something going on with you and James?” says another who you pointedly sidestep, not liking the slight sneer on her face.

You manage to dodge their questions long enough to pull your day clothes from your locker and shut yourself away in the shower. As you stand under the spray, the warm doing little to help your now very sore knee, the women’s voices begin to fade as one by one they trickle out of the locker room. Sighing a little in relief, you finish your shower in quiet peace, dry off, and get changed.

You make your way to the elevator, though when you’re inside and you request the tenth floor, FRIDAY says, in as regrettable a tone as an AI can manage:

“I’m sorry, but you haven’t clearance for this level.”

“O-Oh. Um, I thought Bucky was…?”

Before she can answer, the doors open again and Wanda Maximoff steps in, looking surprised to see you. Wanda had been an unexpected friend - new to the Avengers, you met in one of your training sessions. She’d wanted to learn hand-to-hand, to not rely solely on her abilities in case they were ever compromised. While hand-to-hand wasn’t your forte either, she was having particular difficulty learning how to punch properly. That much you could manage to correct her on, and it began a pleasant friendship.

“Oh, hi?” she says, slightly unsure. It’s rare that agents below the Avengers ever use the elevator - restricted access and all that.

“Hi Wanda,” you mumble, sighing with a small shake of your head. The brunette frowns. “Um, I thought...Bucky said he had something for my knee, but I guess he forgot or maybe he was just being nice or it was just a joke but, uh, I’m gonna go now.”

A red cloud surrounds you as Wanda locks you into place. She’s smiling gently.

“Nah, it’s okay,” she says, accent light. “He did mention something but he got caught up with Steve. I’ll bring you up.”

“Thanks. How’s your training going?”

She shrugs, pursing her lips. “About as well as can be expected I suppose? I still haven’t gotten Nat’s move down just yet.”

Huffing a laugh, you reply, “I don’t think anybody but Nat can nail that move.”

“Perhaps, but I’m determined to try. How about you? Your knee’s bothering you, isn’t it? You should say something to Steve.”

Scoffing, you give her a look. “No fucking way, and be the laughing stock of my group? No thanks.”

“Come on, Y/N. You don’t think he’d really do that would you?” She holds up her hands when you merely raise your eyebrows, frowning deeply.

“The man hates me. I don’t know why, but he does.”

“I’m sure that’s not the case, but I won’t fight you on it. He’s just…prickly.”

“Understatement of the year.”

She smiles gently as the doors open onto the tenth floor. “Come find me after. FRIDAY, give her access.”

“Yes, Ms. Maximoff,” lilts FRIDAY’s voice.

“See ya, Wands.”

Bucky’s is the only door on the floor, and it’s ajar, soft jazz music flowing from the doorway. You find yourself a little surprised, but only just - he is a man out of time, after all. You suppose you might’ve pinned him for a classic or hard rock fan, but jazz is just as good.

You knock lightly on the door frame, call out, “Bucky?”

“In here, doll!” he replies, muffled from around the corner.

Taking a step in, you observe his living space. The Winter Soldier’s living space. The Bucky Barnes’s living space. Ooh, if you’re comrades could see you right now. His space is neat, tidy, bed made and you know it’s a habit from the army. Very little in the way of decor - a couple photos of Captain Rogers and him from the 40s, a few drawings framed.

You step closer to one - it’s Central Park, clearly, etched in black ink and beautiful. Blossoming flowers, a bench with a lone figure sitting as the world bustles by around him.

Something clatters in the bathroom, and you turn towards it. Bucky is kneeling on the floor, a few bathroom supplies scattered around him. He stands, jumping a little when he sees you.

“Hi!” His greeting smile is bright, and you feel your heart give a small tug. He jiggles the tube, the salve you guess, and says, “Found it.”

He crosses the room in a few strides, extends the nondescript black tube out to you. “Apply it before and after your training sessions, and just before bed. Works wonders, I’ll swear by it.”

Smiling tentatively, you gesture behind you at the drawing. “I didn’t know you could draw.”

Bucky chuckles, a little color in his cheeks. “Oh, that’s not me. I, uh, I’m pretty awful at drawing. Tried to do it during the war, pass the time, ya know? But it didn’t take. Nah, that’s Steve’s work.”

Your smile falters, stumbling off your face at the knowledge you were admiring Captain Rogers’s work - prickly, dickish, self-righteous Captain Rogers, and you’ve just learned something very personal about him. You’re uncomfortable, shifting on your feet as the mood in the room changes. Bucky picks up on it instantly.

“He’s not that bad,” he tries to assure you, but he sighs when you give him a look that says he failed.

“Why does he hate me so much? He’s much harder on me than the others, and it’s not just because of my knee…”

Bucky sighs, can only shrug a little helplessly because even he doesn’t know what goes through Steve’s head most of the time. He has an inkling of what’s got Steve so tied up in knots as far as you’re concerned, but without downright asking him and risking exposure to one of his infamous mood swings, Bucky won’t know for sure.

“I wish I could tell you, doll.” And he does, because that frown pinching your face makes something in his gut twist. Slowly, a bit hesitantly, he reaches out and lays his hand on your shoulder, body heat seeping into his palm. You look up at him, big doe eyes clouded with a feeling of inadequacy, an insecurity of not being good enough.

He knows because he’s felt that - still feels it from time to time. Despite being an obvious member of this team, he still feels sometimes like the outsider - watching the others interact, the familial intimacy between them all. They’ve included him in everything, don’t get him wrong, but there’s something comforting about having that shared bond, a bond that only comes with time.

“Let me know how the salve works for you okay?” he says after a few minutes of silence. The two of you evaluating the other, a new shared insecurity connecting the two of you.

That soft smile is back on your face, and Bucky feels lighter. “I will, Sergeant Barnes. Thank you.”

“Bucky, please. I’m not really a sergeant anymore…”

A twinkle in your eye, a rapid shift of mischief, and then it’s gone, hidden behind that innocent smile again.

“Bucky it is then.” And god if it’s not the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

Chapter Two

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