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kteezy997 · 3 months

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Since I saw those bts Timmy of dune , I need rough sweaty fucking as Timmy’s co star during filming dune 😭

In the Heat of Arrakis// t.c.

Warnings: overheated reader, fainting, pining if you squint, smut, temperature foreplay?, light breast play, female receiving oral sex, cursing

A/N: I hope I did this justice. I would suggest a cold drink with this read.

They had warned you all about this. Just like for the characters in the movie, it was important for you to not be out when the sun was too high. The still suit hadn't helped. In the story, they cooled the bodies of the characters, but they did the opposite in reality. You were all hot and sweaty, and Denis was thick into his vision for the scene, and you all had lost track of time.

You passed out, just for a moment, from heat exhaustion. The sun got to be too much. You were laying in the sand, and when you opened your eyes, Timothee was just above you. There were other crew members there too, all checking on you.

"She's okay. She's awake." Timmy said to the others.

They had brought you under the shade of a tent. They put a fan on you and a cool, damp rag on your head. You felt like you could breathe again. You looked up at Timmy, he gave you a sweet grin, and he smoothed your hair back. His eyes were a deep sea-green in the shade.

"You good?' he asked.

You nodded, "Yeah, thanks." He was so attractive already, but it grew now that he was being so caring and attentive when you needed it.

"You ready to go to your trailer for a while? We're on break from filming until later tonight."

"Yeah, I guess, I can-" you tried to sit upright.

"It's okay, y/n, I can carry you."

Oh god, yes please.

“Oh, okay.” you said with a grateful smile.

As he bent down to pick you up, you put your arms around his neck. With one arm tucked around your back and the other cradling your knees, he carried you away.

“Are you sure you’re alright, y/n?” a crewman asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.” you assured them as Timmy stopped briefly.

“Alright just make sure to drink plenty of water.”

You nodded, and Timmy took off with you. You felt safe and comfortable in his arms. “You’re much stronger than you look.” you said cheekily to him.

“Well, thank you, I guess.” he smirked.

......

Timmy got you inside your trailer and sat you down on the couch. "There you go." he said, "I'll get you some water." He went over to the cooler dispenser and filled a cup for you. He brought the cup over to you and you put it to your lips, it was nice and cold, and soothed you in an instant when you swallowed.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Timmy. You didn't have to do all this. You're really sweet."

"Oh, it's nothing really. No big deal." he brushed it off. He had a tiny smile on his face. Always such a flirt. His lips were dry, but still pink and incredibly inviting. He swiped his tongue over them. You had the urge to moisten his lips with your own tongue. He sat down next to you, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, his green orbs scanning down your face.

You took another sip of water, thinking.

"Anything?" he reiterated with a shrug.

"Would you mind getting me out of this damn still suit?" you sighed, knowing exactly what you were doing, and hoping that he’d pick up on it as well.

Timmy’s eyebrows raised, and he nodded, understanding, “Oh yeah, sure. These things can be so hot, I know.”

You both stood up, and you turned your back to him.

He took ahold of your zipper at the back of your neck, as he pulled it downwards, he started to say, “I’m glad you’re okay, it could have been a lot more serious, you know.”

“Yeah.” you shrugged, “Well, I’m glad you were there to help me.” you spun around, slowly. You faced him, looking into those forest green eyes.

Timmy swallow shallowly, "Um, let me take it down to your feet. You shouldn't bend over, you could get dizzy again."

"Okay." you said with a nod, standing before him in your sports bra that stuck to you with your sweat. The legs of the still suit were still on you.

He bent down, tugging the rubbery suit down your legs, peeling the material off of you.

You steadied yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he helped you step out of the suit. Finally, you were free.

He stood back up, looking at you, "Shit, you are still really red."

"Yeah, it's okay. Do you want to take yours off too?" you asked, gesturing nonchalantly to his still suit. "Might as well be comfortable, we are on a break from filming."

"Yeah, sure. Thanks." he said.

"Okay, turn around." you instructed.

With his back now to you, you pulled down his zipper, exposing his pale, muscular back. It was beautiful, so porcelain-like, with no blemish to be seen. You wanted to run your fingernails down his perfect skin. You had the urge to mark him up, to make him yours.

Timmy took it upon himself to pull his arms out of the suit. You watched his slightly pinked, sweaty body as it flexed with his movements. He tugged the suit off his legs, and you noticed that his boxers were soaked through with sweat.

"Your skin is kinda red too." you pointed out.

"Yeah, I got an idea." he declared, moving around the trailer, back to the bathroom. You heard the water run for a moment and he came back with a wet towel. "It's too dangerous for you to get into a cold shower right now. It could fuck up your nerves. So let's just try this."

He held the wet towel out to you, and you let him press it to your hot chest. It was such great relief. You sighed as he slowly, gradually moved it around, letting the coolness soothe you. "Ah, feels good." you said softly.

He put the towel along the back of your neck and you realized that you were just inches away from him. You opened your eyes and he was watching you, so intently.

Your bra was wet with your perspiration, and now the cold water from the towel and it became quite uncomfortable. "Would it be okay if I took this off?" you asked.

He pursed his lips a tiny bit, then he nodded.

You pulled the soaked bra off and tossed it on the floor, feeling better now to be rid of the wet garment.

The towel in Timmy's hands found its way to your naked breasts. Your nipples hardened at the touch of the cool cloth. Your breath hitched quietly, but you could tell that he noticed.

He licked his lips, looking at your lips. His eyes slowly scanned down your neck, your collarbones, then to the mounds on your chest covered by the towel. Your nipples peaked through the material. He palmed your tits through the towel. Then, you knew that this wasn't just a friend helping a friend.

"Here," you gently took the towel from him, your warm hands grazing his cold ones, "let me." you said, simply. You put the towel to his chest. He moaned with relief, biting his lip to stifle the sound.

Timmy placed his cold hands on your throat, gently holding you. The coolness transmitting from him to you. You moved the towel lower on his body. His thumb touched your jawline. His hands soon worked their way up to your flushed cheeks.

You let the towel rest at his waistline, covering his navel, between the v-lines on his hip. You heard him faintly shudder at the sensation, the cold was soothing to him also.

Staying cool, however, was not keeping its place at the forefront of your mind. His fingers settled near your lips, and you kissed the pads of his fingers, nibbling on his digits that were still cool though it had been some time since they had touched the towel.

"I wanna kiss you." he admitted with a ragged breath.

"Then do it." you dared, without hesitation.

He pulled you in, with a sharp inhale, his lips were on yours. Hungry, eager kisses were partnered with running his hands down your body. He cupped your breasts and pulled away from your mouth. He leaned his head down just a bit, and you felt his breath on your cold tits. He held one in his hand and took your nipple into his warm mouth.

You gasped as his tongue lapped at your nipple. Timmy moaned as he swirled his tongue and sucked your tit. He left your nipple with a soft graze of his teeth.

He then kneeled down, pulling your sweaty panties down. Once he got them off, his mouth met your pussy. He held your hips as his shoved his lips between your folds, leaving open kisses onto your clit.

"Ahh." you moaned, throwing your hands into his hair.

Timmy stuck his tongue out firmly on your clit and shook his head back and forth.

"Fuck!" you cried, feeling the tingling in your lower belly. You found it difficult to keep standing still.

Moaning, he steadied himself, and suckled your clit. He alternated between sucking and lapping with his tongue.

You were huffing, your chest was heaving. He looked up at you, his fluffy hair a mess, his lips glossed with your slickness, and he smirked at you. "Come here." you demanded of him.

Timmy stood up at once, kissing you. You both wrapped one another up in your arms, your skin sticking together with its tackiness. He picked you up, taking you over to the couch. He put you on your back, and he lay on top of you.

The two of you made out shamelessly, groping each other's bodies, and moaning like a couple of overheated desert animals.

Your hands went to his lower back, moving down to his ass. You tugged at his boxers, which were clinging to his skin.

He stopped kissing you to help you take the only remaining clothing article off of him. He dropped the boxers on the floor. His cock was hard and leaking precum. He looked at you, his eyes were glazed with lust, but you could practically see the light bulb pop into his brain. "I got another idea. Hold up."

You waited just a few seconds and he came back with the towel, after getting it wet again. You watched as he wrapped his stiff cock with it. He hissed lightly. He then tossed the towel onto your chest. It was icy cold, but still, it felt good.

"Let me know if this helps to cool you." Timmy said, parting your legs, and taking his cock in his hand briefly, placing it inside you.

Your leg muscles tightened as your pussy clenched around his cold cock. "Oh, my God." you panted. That was one way to bring down your body's temperature.

"Ah, fuck." he groaned, holding your legs, bucking into you at a quick pace. He rammed into you, smacking your wetness and creating pornographic noises. As he brought you to the brink of your orgasm, you gave in to the urge of marking his back with your fingernails.

Timmy groaned as you dug into him, but he didn't stop fucking you. In fact, he thrusted even harder, and he tapped your face lightly. You gasped, then giggled in response. He shook his head at you, grinning.

His curls fell in your face as his thrusts slowed up. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin. He panted heavily for a moment, then you heard him hum lowly as his cum spirted into you.

The wardrobe crew wouldn't notice the marks on his back, would they?

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 6 months

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gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.

a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.

flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.

satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky.

high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. but there's a softness to him when he's alone, you’ve come to learn; something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.

no one except for you, anyhow.

(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)

the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes.

tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.

it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.

everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which.

and a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.

(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)

something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.

”man, it’s cold.”

gojo looks displeased.

only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.

a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue.

gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”

an unimpressed look smooths over your features. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.

it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two.

and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one.

(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)

so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.

the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of drift glass — mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors, or so you’ve heard.

you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.

a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little.

in truth, you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's kind of hard; when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —

stiff?

or maybe more like bored.

he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.

(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for others to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.

still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)

deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think. just a little would be fine.

”i like the sea.”

you turn your head.

gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.

a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”

”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”

a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.

”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”

you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you cast his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.

but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.

”… end?”

and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”

a second passes. you look forward.

what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries.

something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your heart feels heavy, an anchor sunk to the bottom of your gut. little fish nipping at your ribcage.

your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again. the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea, right in front of you. like it could open its maw and devour the world.

you think of the lost sailors.

(one jump and it’s all over.)

a breath. salty on your tongue. ”… i guess i get it,” you whisper. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist.

silence.

out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.

(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)

but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…

”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”

you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.

”… nah, that’s fine.”

a pause.

gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes.

”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.

…

all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place.

then he puffs out a breath — amused.

”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.

”you’ll warm me up, no?”

the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request.

the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.

a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft.

and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.

he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.

(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)

it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.

gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

”well, duh.”

when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.

he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away.

almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those irises.

(and maybe it does.)

he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. it makes you laugh, either way.

”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.

gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now?

”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.

but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found. and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet; an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath. the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue.

a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.

”maybe next time,” you whisper.

gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.

you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate.

satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same.

almost.

(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)

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scarlet-ancunin · 18 days

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omg BATSTARION, please can you please write about Tav being a druid ( a cat or dog whatever you like) who visits a cave just to visit Batstarion, and then one day Astarion is normal sitting in the cave waiting for the cat to visit and when they do it is Tav and that is the first time they see each other as there normal self.

A/n: heh sure okay, and because Astarion is a cat person and we purr for him i will make our gn Tav a cat but they will also be a druid for obvious reason. Enjoy~

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

We Meet Again

Tav made it a tradition to visit a cave near the beach at Baldur's Gate it was secluded and did have a pretty sight of the ocean and the sunsets. Today was just like any other day, small black paws trailed along the familiar path towards that cave entrance.

Being a druid came with perks and this certainly was one of them since said cave wasn't exactly big it was small so by rights of being this size Tav deemed it a cave to them.

The question was, why did Tav visit this cave? They always seemed to come three times a week when they had business near this part of the city. Well as they crawled into the falled rubble they walked along until they hopped on top of a large but smooth surface.

"Meow" Tav called out softly and after a few moments They could hear the familiar flap echoing before a white bat with a unique curl of fur on top their head, with red eyes and cute little fangs of course their perception failed since they didn't had a red flag seeing them.

The bat simply plops on Tav's cat body and squeaks loudly flapping his wings as if happy to see them. The other perk of being a druid a special ability to speak to animals without spending money on animal speaking potions.

"Hello darling its been to long" The white bat squeaks at the end and flops dramatically on Tav's furry back. They rolled their eyes lays carefully as to not disturb the moment. "It was only a day ago i saw you" "still long as far as im concern, now say your sorry"

Tav's ears twitch lightly before saying sorry which seemed to brighten his mood once more. In truth Tav felt bad to be deceiving the cute little white bat since they can shift to human but they was thinking about taking them home where they can see the sights instead of being stuck in a cave. Sometimes they would bring him something to eat insects. He appreciated the kind gestures but Tav noticed he would look dazed whenever it was brought and they seemed sad on those days so Tav rarely does it luckily Astarion informs they he does eat.

Tav also had a odd infatuation with this dramatic Bat, sure it wouldn't be normal but they always wanted to be with him whenever they can and spend as much time as possible.

Tav decided to do something different today "when the sunsets can we sit at the beach" the bat scrunch his tiny face "thats new why?" Tav ears went back their paw lightly pushing a stray pebble Astarion found it cute seeing that meant they was embarrassed.

"I wanted to see the stars with you. Thats what your name means after all" Astarion was surprised by this squeaking cutely and flapping his wings before crawling over cutely and climbing unto Tav's back once more "only if you carry my last thing i want is my nails getting dirty by sand" he complains and They purr loudly as if happy. Luckily no one mentioned it.

The calm waves was soothing to hear whole the stars seemed to give them a beautiful scenery twinkling away like a person that is carefree.

Tav sat on the sand looking at the Moon slowly rising reflecting nicely on the ocean waves while Astarion was resting on top of there head squeaking happily. "Your right this is nice" he sniffs the air making his little nose twitch before looking down at Tav having the sudden urge to bite them. So he does and nips their ear making the black cat yelp low and hiss "Astarion you promised you wouldn't do that", "At that time not now so it doesn't count" he turned his little bat head to the side slightly and squeaks.

They stayed they way until Astarion slowly fell asleep on top of Tav while they curled up. Of course Tav woke up in time to gentle wake Astarion to head back inside since they had to go there was a sad look in his eyes if the sudden wetness around the cute red pupils didn't say anything. He made his way back inside whole Tav ran back to the city tiny paws left behind.

There was a week since Astarion last saw Tav. He missed them he also felt bad for lying to them because this was not his form. He made up his mind to take Tav home with him so she won't live on the streets anymore. His home wasn't big but it was in the corner of the city and blocked the sun a little better.

When the wall of the cave he was in crumbles more and a human crawls in now they both stare at each other shocked "your-" Astarion says at the same time Tav says "your not"

Now they stare at each other Tav slowly feeling a blush growing since the man before them was very handsome. "So your not an actual bat" Tav asked suddenly after they realized they was staring.... Respectfully. "Clearly not darling, but your not an actual cat so i suppose we both are full of surprises"

Tav chuckles and suddenly hugs Astarion which surprised the man but he slowly responds to it slightly awkwardly but he surprisingly welcomed it to it felt nice. Upon agreement Tav wanted Astarion to stay with them so they wont be alone and possibly make more money together then separate. Which Astarion agreed to after informing them he was... well a vampire Spawn which Tav didn't mind oddly. "I figured it out finally when you keep nipping me on those occasions and the bite mark on my cat ear left two tiny holes"

"Its sunny outside i cannot-" "turn into a bat and go inside my cloak" Tav said this to happy and almost as if they hoped he would. "Uh. Okay" he ignored how they whispered yes happily before shifting into a white bat with that same unique curl before slipping into their cloak tiny head peeking out which They happily pet the top of earning a content Squeak.

"Im truly happy i met you Astarion"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

Narrator: Little did Tav know the small creature in their bossom was just as happy to have met them.

Hope you like this~

BTW your welcomed to send me Batstarion and im oddly interested in Astarion being a father he deserves to be happy so you can send me those as well yep :)

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loominggaia · 6 months

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...Despite his hatred for the old witch, Javaan still feared her power. So he bid his lovers of the night farewell as he dressed and left the tent. He fetched Glenvar and Mr. Ocean from the lake, and together the three met Morbus, waiting for them at her cottage.

“Take off your shoes before you go inside,” Morbus snapped at them as they stepped through her door. Poking Javaan in his equine chest, she added, “And you, wipe off your hooves!”

The trio did as they were told and set to work smoothing her wood floors. They kneeled down on their hands and knees and scrubbed at it vigorously with primitive sanding tools. Morbus complained at them all the while, until Glenvar finally had enough and barked, “Don’t you got somethin’ better to do, stira? Why don’t ya crack open one of yer fancy books ‘n find a cure fer Big Philly! Her time’s tickin’ away while yer bitchin’ away, ya know!”

Morbus recoiled in surprise. “How do you know about her condition?” she asked.

“The whole village knows,” replied Javaan. “It’s the talk of the town! That poor lady. She seems so nice.”

“Yes,” added Mr. Ocean, “and Dr. Che is heartbroken. I’ve never seen him in such a terrible state. I’m truly concerned for both of them.”

Their words made Morbus’ chest feel tight. She waved a dismissive hand and assured them, “Don’t worry about them, dears. It should be no surprise, really, considering the size of that woman! I mean, gods, she’s fatter than a hippopotamus! She has no one to blame for this except herself. Maybe she should have skipped the butter once in a while, hm?”

Glenvar and Javaan turned to eachother, exchanging looks of disapproval. Mr. Ocean kept his eyes on his work as he smoothed down the floor, though the expression on his face seemed to harden.

Javaan said, “I don’t know how Philly got so big, but I know she wouldn’t be that size if she could help it. Why don’t you quit judging her and put yourself to good use?”

Morbus replied, “Well, I wouldn’t have to stand here and supervise you lot if you just did your jobs correctly the first time! If this is anyone’s fault, it’s yours! Now hurry up so I can get on with my life!”

--Excerpt from "Love Poison".

Bruh the absolute NEEEEERRRRRVE of this bitch lmao.

Morbus: *maliciously poisons Big Philly into a coma*

Village: omg what happened to poor Philly??

Morbus: idk she's fat? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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#morbus is a fictional character but...real doctors literally do this to people #the gaslighting is real #literature #looming gaia

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darthmaulification · 2 years

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retaining balance | bobadin

A/N: bobadin brain rot: activated. i think i just really love the ship now actually, gamers. also, happy star wars day guys, gals, and enby pals— what a ride we’ve been through huh? ✌😎✨🎉

hope you enjoy! kiitos paljon! 💗

summary: the darksaber is stubborn. tatooine is really fucking hot. din is an impatient man and is risking heatstroke. boba helps.

content: fluff, mlm (men loving men), established gay relationship, partial undressing, suggestive but nothing sexual, light teasing, softness, tatooine is a hellscape and din goes fully suited like a himbo would, banter, boba is dressed like a dad, just niceness all around

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The Darksaber disobeys.

It’s so heavy in Din’s hands, the blade ignited and tearing into the dirt beneath his boots. It crackles and sears the sand, the mixture of smoke smelling like charred earth and bonfire. He grunts as he tries to lift it, but the invisible force that controls it holds it down. The more Din struggles, the more fight it puts up, until Din breathes out harshly from his nose and sheaths the weapon. The Darksaber’s void black blade disappears in the blink of an eye, and Din lets out a frustrated groan.

“Shabuir!” He spits the Mando’a curse, shaking the hilt and cursing again when the silver reflects the full power of Tatooine’s twin suns directly into his eyes. It’s like the Darksaber knows what it’s doing— purposefully riling him up to get him to snap. Din glances over at his helmet, propped up on a window ledge, and wonders if he should put it back on, even though the blistering heat already has him soaked with sweat beneath his armor.

He pants, placing his gloved palm on his forehead and feeling his overheated skin straight through the leather. Din can’t even imagine how utterly wrecked he looks; probably as red in the face as his skin can get, glossy with sweat, his hair plastered to his hairline, neck, and temples. Kark, he probably is dripping from his fucking moustache. Din groans, it’s a firm “No” to the helmet.

“The Darksaber won’t listen to you if you treat it like that.” Din swivels his head to see Boba at the arching entrance of the remote courtyard, arms crossed over his chest. Surprisingly, the daimyo isn’t wearing his beskar’gam, and has instead opted for an oversized forest green shirt. Boba still wears his regular black slacks and kama, but no heavy belt and a pair of sandals instead of his hefty boots.

Din swallows, his throat dry. Boba looks good, looks comfortable and at ease and content— looks sexy. It distracts him from Boba’s rib about the Darksaber (which Din has heard before) and Din ignores it (for now).

“Hi.” Din croaks, not able to say much else when Boba unfolds his arms and walks up to him in a way Din knows that Boba knows how much the outfit change has an effect on him. The forest green linen doesn’t hug Boba’s figure, doesn’t accentuate his assets, but it’s the implication— smooth chest, soft belly, bronzed skin— that makes Din shiver knowing he’s the only one that’s seen it. Boba smiles that half-smirk, half-genuine, boyish grin that Din loves, and Din can feel all the frustration melt away from his body like the rains evaporating on Tatooine.

“Hi.” Boba rumbles in response, cupping Din’s rosy cheek and frowning slightly at the heat of the Mandalorian’s face. His nut brown eyes dart to Din’s thick, dark collar and tattered cape, his heavy flight suit, and his silver beskar’gam— all which act as beacons sucking up the heat of the suns and warm orange sand.

“Don’t— Don’t do that. M’too sweaty.” Din tries to evade Boba’s touches, but stops when Boba’s cool palm presses against his forehead. Usually Boba is as hot to the touch as a furnace, but he must’ve just gotten out of the bacta tank, which has the tendency of pulling the heat away from anybody. That probably also explains the outfit, Din presumes, but he likes the change. Plus, Boba’s palm feels really nice.

“You’re roasting, Djarin.” Boba scolds him gruffly, running his thick fingers back through Din’s hair, the brown locks completely saturated and wet. Din makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs, the light reflecting off the silver of his pauldron and Mudhorn signet.

“This is the Way.” He replies sarcastically, but doesn’t stop Boba when the older man reaches for the latches that hold Din’s cuirass in place. Boba hums, undoes the magnetization that holds the beskar in place, and pulls it off Din. Expectedly, Din’s flight suit is near;y completely soaked in sweat, and Boba raises an eyebrow.

“I’m surprised you haven’t collapsed yet from heat exhaustion.” Boba says teasingly, but Din does catch the concern in his tone, setting the silver cuirass on the ledge next to his helmet. He walks back over and removes a pauldron, carefully and with tender reverence in his eyes then continues, “Or heatstroke.”

Din doesn’t reply and just lets Boba, his Boba, remove his heavy, scalding armor piece by piece. The daimyo treats the operation like ritual, practically murmuring prayers in Mando’a with each piece of beskar’gam he removes from Din’s body. It feels like worship, and when Boba kneels to remove Din’s thigh armor— and presses a cheeky kiss to the inside of Din’s knee with a wink— he believes it to be so.

“There.” Boba grunts as he rises to his feet, brushing off the sand from his trousers and then his hands. Din’s armor sits in a neat row on the ledge of the open window, in a neat row like tribute to Tatooine itself. The silver shines so brightly it’s almost difficult to look at, and Din wonders if that’s how Boba sees him. Boba’s eyes catch his again, the expression on his face pensive and warm, and Din smiles.

“Vor entye, Bob’alor.” Din murmurs softly, tilting his head and letting the daimyo run his hands over his broad shoulders, fingers traveling until they reach the zipper of his flight suit. When Din’s eyes meet Boba’s, his are soft and golden like honey and the question in them asks, “Is this okay?”

Din nods, his eyes tender, and as Boba unzips the flight suit, revealing more and more of Din’s glistening, golden, olive skin, the answer is always “Yes.”

A sigh passes Din’s lips when Boba pulls his arms free from the confines of thick fabric, and Din’s hands find his, and when Boba looks back up at Din— brown eyes dewy, a bead of sweat at his temple— Din leans in for a kiss. Boba drops his jaw, and Din’s tongue enters— tentative, thankful— and the heat doesn’t feel so bad.

“Ba’gedet’ye, Din’alor.” Boba murmurs when their lips part after what feels like an eternity that leaves Din fuzzy and lightheaded and all too in love. Din smiles when Boba rests his forehead against his, one if his wide palms over his heart with his fingers splayed, and the Mandalorians close their eyes— everything calm, everything right.

#star wars #star wars din djarin #star wars boba fett #boba fett #din djarin #din djarin x boba fett #boba fett x din djarin #bobadin

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sara-scribbles · 2 years

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Pinky Promise?

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Azul Ashengrotto/GN!Reader Other Characters: Epel Felmier, Jade Leech Word Count: 4,942 Summary: A young Azul forms a bond with a human. They make the promise to meet at Night Raven College when they're older. Six years is a long time and people change. Note: Just something I wrote from a friend's idea about being friends with Azul that devolved into this. It's more friendship with Azul with maybe a hint of a crush. Warnings: None but there is angst

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At the age of eight going on nine, the world is yours to explore. Your parents had dropped you off at your grandparents’ beach house. Your first time at the beach in a very long time, you are determined to explore every inch of the beach and collect as many shells for your budding collection.

Armed with your trusty bucket, shovel, towel, and sunscreen, you’re ready for your big adventure. Your grandparents bid you farewell with the warning of being wary of strangers. Running down to the beach, you notice not many people are there. Not that you mind as it means more to yourself.

First activity is to make a sandcastle. You’ve seen many pictures of amazing sandcastles and want to try your hand at it. Of course you know yours won’t be as big as the ones the adults make. Using magic does make it easier to create towering structures. However your magic isn’t much, so you stick with the old fashion way.

You pour sand in your bucket with a little sea water. Using the bucket as a mold you easily make three “towers” before sculpting them with your hands. You stick on small pieces of broken shells and rocks as decoration. This activity keeps you busy for an hour or so before you’re satisfied with your majestic, if not a bit lopsided, castle.

Rubbing your hands together to get rid of the extra sand, you reapply your sunscreen before deciding to search for shells. You scour along the beach for anything that catches your eye. Any shells that you find go into your bucket. Smooth, rigid, large, small, flat, round. They all go into the bucket with a plonk.

You find one particular beautiful shell. It’s small, barely the length of your longest finger. It has a beautiful spiral design that tapers into a thin point. The small hole where a hermit crab should be is empty. You wonder if you could make it into a necklace to wear. Placing it in your bucket, you wander over to the shallow pools.

Watching small crabs walking around the bottom of the pool, you hear a distant cry. Curious you follow the sound. It becomes more obvious that it’s someone crying. You can also make out other voices. You notice a group of children around your age bobbing in the water. They surround a raised sandbed.

As you wade through the waters, you can finally make out what the other kids are saying. And it’s not very nice.

“Come on ugly!”

“Look at him crying like a baby!”

“Will he ink? Ewwww!”

The kids finally seem to hear you splash your way over because they all stop jeering. Their eyes widen comically large. “You shouldn’t bully people! That’s wrong!” you shout.

“A human! Run or we'll be eaten!”

You watch in awe as they duck under the water. You see a few tail fins splash before they disappear. You had heard of merfolk before and how they lived in the Coral Sea. However, you had never seen any until now. Your attention is drawn back to the lone figure on the sandbed, who continues to sob.

Kneeling on the sand, you pat the top of his head. “Don’t cry! They’re gone.” The boy still sobs in his arms. You do your best to comfort him by patting his head. You recall your parents doing that when you were upset.

After a while, he seems to run out of tears as he hiccups. He finally looks up at you with bleary red eyes. You give him a big smile, revealing your missing front tooth. “Better?”

He nods slowly. Wiping his nose with his arm, he regards you cautiously. “A-are you gonna eat me?”

Your nose wrinkles. “No! I don’t eat people.”

“Oh…”

“I’m (y/n)!” You hold out your hand, remembering this is how adults greet each other.

He cautiously takes your hand and gives a weak shake. “A-Azul.”

Beaming, you shake heartily. “Why were those kids being mean to you?”

He looks away sniffling. “It’s because I’m an ugly octo-mermaid. They think I’m gross and worthless.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Well they’re wrong. I think you're cool looking!” Your eyes sparkle. “Your skin is such a pretty color like violets! And I bet it’s handy having eight extra arms to do multiple things at once!”

Azul’s face color a darker shade of purple at your praises. “Y-you think so?”

Nodding, you poke his cheek. “And your cheeks are soft like mochi! You’re very cute, I just wanna hug you!” You laugh as he pouts, his cheeks puffing up.

Seeming to forget about the bullies, Azul peers down in your bucket. “Are you collecting shells?”

“Yup! I wanna make a collection. Grandpa told me you can make jewelry out of seashells, so I’m looking for the prettiest ones.” Pointing at the houses in the distance that overlook the beach, you inform him, “They live in the light blue house. I’ll be here all summer, so I hope I find a lot!”

He shyly asks, “Do you want play together?”

“Yeah!” You’re eager to have a friend. Plus Azul seems nice.

He glances at the water. “I have to go home, but I can meet you here tomorrow?”

“Okay! It’s a deal.” You hold out your pinky. The boy hooks his small pinky with yours. It’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

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You spend your first summer playing with Azul. He shows you the many small shallow pools with different sea life. He takes you to safe places that aren’t too deep for you to swim. He tells you all about the Coral Sea, and you listen in rapture.

You teach him to build sandcastles, which go much better when there’s two people. Sometimes you’ll bring a snack with you to share with him. You find he really likes fried food, so you try to bring a treat every once and awhile. You tell him about your home as he’s never been beyond the Coral Sea.

It’s very much a summer you’ll never forget. But as all fun times must come to an end, you find yourself with only a day left.

Floating in the water, you stare up at the beautiful sky filled with white fluffy clouds. Azul bobs in the water near you. You point to one cloud. “That looks like a jackalope.”

“What’s that?”

“Uh…a rabbit with horns! I read about them in a book once.”

Azul squints as he stares at the same cloud. “It kinda looks like a sea bunny.”

“Those exist?!”

“Yup. They’re kinda small, white with black spots and two black ears,” he explains.

“Ohhh!”

After more pointing at clouds, you decide to dry off. Sitting on the towel you placed near the water, you sigh. “I’m leaving after today.”

Still floating in the water, Azul droops. “...”

“But I’ll be back next summer!” You try your best to sound cheerful. In honesty you don’t want to leave Azul.

“O-okay.” His voice wavers.

Patting the pockets of your jacket you had left with your towel, you find what you’re looking for. “I want to give you something, Azul. Close your eyes!”

Coming closer to shore, he closes his eyes. You place the necklace around his neck with a pleased smile. “Okay, you can look!”

It’s the small shell you found on your first day. Your grandpa had drilled a small hole in the shell and threaded a leather cord through it. Though you love the shell, you want Azul to have it. After all, he is your dear friend.

Azul holds the shell in his hands, his eyes gleam in awe. “R-really your g-giving this to m-me?” He looks close to tears.

Wrapping your arms around him, you give him a hug. “Yup! You’re my friend, Azul. And it’s also a promise that even when I’m not here, I’ll always be with you.”

He clings to your form crying. “T-thank you!”

Before you leave, you make another pinky promise to see him again next summer.

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At the age of eleven, the world doesn’t look as large as before, but you don’t mind because you have Azul. Every summer you spend it with your grandparents at their beach house. Every summer since you were eight going on nine, you spend it with Azul. You look forward to that time.

However things are changing, you know it. Behind the hushed arguments your parents have when they think you’re asleep, you know your home is falling apart. Behind the sad, pitying looks your grandparents give you when you come to stay, you know things won’t stay the same. Yet, you forget it all when you spend time with Azul. Because in your little bubble with the octo-mermaid, everything is okay.

“Hey, have you heard of Night Raven College?” you ask Azul as you soak your feet in the water. It’s colder than usual, so you opt to just relax on the sandbar while Azul floats nearby. You had given him a book to read, which he seems to enjoy, though he makes sure it doesn’t get wet.

He looks up from the book, eyes squinting. “Yeah. Why?”

“You should consider getting glasses, Azul. Your nose is basically buried in the book. I don’t think it’s good for your eyes.” You frown at him having mentioned this a few times already.

He only sighs. “I’ll look into it. I promise.”

You give him a stern look before returning back to the main topic. “I’d like to go there. Though I hear it’s only for mages who are talented. So I guess I’ll have to work super hard to get in.”

“I’m sure you can,” he says confidently. In Azul’s mind there’s nothing you can’t do.

Sitting up straighter, your eyes sparkle with an idea. “We should both go! That way, we can be together even after summer!”

He perks up at the idea. “Do you think I can make it?”

“Of course you can. You’re so smart and hard working, Azul. Be more confident in yourself.” You’re already imagining you two at NRC. “We’ll be able to have class together and eat together! It’ll be a lot of fun!”

Azul nods as he’s already trying to calculate everything he needs to do. The bullies have stopped bullying him mostly. And he does have two moray mermaids who he talks with during school. He’s already started developing his unique magic. “We’ll have to work hard for the next five years. It would be best to study everything possible. They probably want a well rounded student.”

You’re glad to see him getting excited. He almost doesn’t notice the sad tilt of your smile. Almost. “Is something wrong, (y/n)?”

Looking away, you find interest in the sand. “My parents have been fighting a lot. I think they hope I don’t notice, but it's hard to ignore when they’re fighting at night. I think they’re gonna get a divorce…”

Azul swims to the shore while placing the book down on your towel. He grasps your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m sorry.” There’s not much he can do. So he pats your head while getting sea water all over you.

Snorting, you try pushing his hand away. But the teasing smile on his lips tells you he won’t stop until you’re smiling. Laughing, you relent and allow yourself to be patted. “Thanks, Azul.”

He still wears the necklace you gave him all those years ago. He stops patting your head. “I can’t do much about your parents, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

“Yeah…” You fiddle with your own shell necklace that Azul had gifted you the year after you had given him one. It’s a beautiful nautilus shell with orange stripes all along the outside. “I don’t think I’ll be coming back here,” you confess after a moment.

Azul’s hand tightens around yours. You continue, “My grandparents are getting old and I heard they were planning to sell the summer house before going to a retirement community. So this looks like it’ll be my last summer.”

You two remain silent. Azul holds your hand with a death grip. You look at him to see that he’s trying to hold back tears, though some have already leaked out of the corners of his eyes. Reaching forward, you wipe them off his face.

Finally he speaks. “We’ll meet at Night Rave College.” He holds out his pinky.

Grinning, you hook your free pinky with his. “It’s a promise!”

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As you suspect that summer is your last at the beach house. You spend your days being shuttled between both parents. You try your best to study hard for NRC. However, with the fighting and the constant tug-of-war for you, you're unable to focus. When the time rolls around for those who got into the school to leave, you remain where you are.

Disappointment tastes bitter in your mouth. You’re unable to let Azul know that you won’t be there with him. There’s no doubt in your mind he got in on the first try. He’s brilliant and hard working. Gripping the nautilus shell, you vow to block everything else out and focus. You won’t allow yourself to be distracted. Not this time.

So when the black carriage comes to pick you up, you’re ready to go. A year late, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll see Azul. Finally.

You stand in front of the magic mirror, proud you’re there after working so hard. The mirror sorts you into Pomefiore. You’re a bit taken aback but go with it. It’s not like your house determines who you hang out with. All the while, you look for Azul but don’t see him among the upperclassmen.

After settling down in your room, you leave the dorm to explore the school. A bit of your childish wonder still remains. You observe each statue of the seven, examine each classroom, and walk around the halls. It’s all a wonder to you. You’re too busy focusing on looking around you that you nearly collide with another student.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” you apologize immediately while noting the student is a boy in your dorm. He’s very beautiful with soft features. The glare he throws at you doesn’t do much to scare you.

“Maybe don’t have your heads in the clouds,” he admonishes.

You shrug. “How can I not? I dreamed of coming here for so long, I can’t believe I’m here.” Tossing him an easy grin, you introduce yourself. “I’m (y/n), a first year.”

“Epel Felmier. Also a first year.” He seems to loosen up at your easy attitude. “So we’re both in Pomefiore…”

“You make it sound like a death sentence,” you snicker.

He sighs. “I wanted to be in Savanaclaw. They’re all so strong looking, I thought I could become like that.” He bemoans his fate as you two walk to the dining hall.

“I don’t really care which dorm I was put into. I just wanted to get here.” You pile food on your dish. “I made a promise with a friend to go to NRC with him. I’m a year late, but I made it!”

“Who’s your friend?” You two sit down away from the other students.

“His name’s Azul. He’s from the Coral Sea.” You look around but still don’t see him. “I haven’t seen him for six years, but I’m sure I’ll recognize him when I do.”

“Is that something he gave you?” Epel points at the nautilus necklace peeking out of your uniform.

You nod as you take it out to show him. “It’s something I’ve had for a while. It might sound sappy, but it’s like a part of him is with me.”

Epel grins. “It is sappy. But nice.” The two of you share a laugh as you tuck the necklace back under your shirt.

As you and Epel chat, you find yourself enjoying the conversation. Despite his bristly personality at first, he’s alright. You learn of his strong dislike for when people mistake him for a girl, his desire to be more manly, and his family’s apple farm.

The two of you head back to the dorm. “First day of class tomorrow, I’m so nervous.” You’ll have more time to find Azul hopefully.

“What class do you have first?”

“Potions. You?”

“Flight. I get to meet Ashton Vargas!” Epel’s eyes sparkle. “I aspire to be physically fit like him,” he explains when you look at him quizzically.

“Huh. Well, good luck tomorrow.” Giving him a wave, you head to your room. You fall asleep the moment your head touches your pillow.

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It’s about three weeks into the school year, and you still have no luck finding Azul. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as easy as you first thought. The school is quite large and there are a number of dorms. Not only that, but you find yourself being buried in school work. The professors pile on work after work. You find yourself spending more time in the library or studying in your room. The few times you have to breathe, you’re sleeping as you’re too tired to do much else.

You and Epel lament at the workload. At least you have someone to bemoan your fate with. Epel excels in flying class. The few times you’ve seen him fly, he’s so graceful on a broom. You’re not great but at least you do better than some; you manage to avoid falling off. You do well in the history of magic as you find it fascinating. Where most would be snoozing, you were carefully writing down notes and asking questions. Sometimes you would forget about finding Azul as classes took up most of your thoughts.

It’s during midterms when you finally have your fateful encounter.

Students are moaning and groaning about possibly failing the midterm. You’re mostly confident you can pass in all classes except Alchemy. It’s one of those classes you struggle in with the calculations and whatnot. It makes no sense!

“I’m gonna fail this…!” you cry out in frustration.

Epel glances over from his own studying. His face scrunches up. “Alchemy…bleh!”

“Yeah but it’s a bleh I have to pass.” You bury your face in the textbook. “Make it make sense!”

“Hey,” Looking up, you see two other Pomefiore students. “Are you struggling with Alchemy too?”

An eyebrow goes up. “Yeah?” You don’t know the two nor have you ever talked to them.

“Well what if we told you about a study guide that can help you pass?” They both look eager.

“Sounds too good to be true,” you scoff.

One holds his hand over his chest. “I swear it’s true. I heard it from a second year. He got a study guide from this first year, and aced his midterms. And that first year is now the head of the Octavinelle dorm.”

The other one nods. “Yeah, all you have to do is sign a contract and the study guide is yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Sounds even fishier than before. Why would I sign a contract for a study guide? What’s in it for the other person?”

The two scratch their heads. “We’re actually not sure. The upperclassman said we have to go to him to find out. But we’re kinda scared of the two sophomores who work there…”

Epel snorts. “What’s so scary about sophomores?”

“Well to start they’re both super tall with scary sharp teeth. One of them likes to squeeze people until they pop!” the girl explains, hands waving around wildly.

You wave them off. “I’m not interested in selling my soul for a study guide.”

“Suit yourself.” They both turn to leave the library. “Damn it! We gotta meet with Azul in three minutes!”

Your ears perk up when you hear the name. “Wait! I’m coming with you.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want to sell your soul?”

“I…there’s something I’m curious about.”

Following the two students to Mostro Lounge, you’re taken aback by the cool and jazzy atmosphere. You had heard about the lounge but never had an opportunity to visit. You see a number of different students sitting in booths sipping drinks, eating delicious looking food, and having a good time.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge. My name is Jade. How can I help you?” a smooth, almost eerie voice asks.

You have to crane your neck at the very tall looking student. He gives you all a closed eyed smile. You wonder if he’s one of those scary sophomores they had mentioned. There is something chilling about him. His dual colored eyes seem to pierce right through you.

“W-we have a m-meeting with A-Azul A-Ashengrotto,” the boy manages to stutter out.

He checks a list and nods. “Yes, his three-o-clock.” His eyes dart over to you. “I was informed it would be two people…”

Clearing your throat, a lie slips easily from your tongue. “They were telling me about this study guide, and I’m afraid of failing Alchemy, so I thought I’d come along.”

He smiles widely, revealing sharp teeth. “I’m sure Azul won’t mind. Please follow me this way.”

As you follow behind them, your heart pounds in your chest. You want to believe that this Azul is your Azul. But you also don’t want to believe it because it sounds like your Azul has decided to start some shady business dealings. The image of the innocent octo-mermaid from your childhood is starting to blur. You hope you’re wrong and that this Azul just happens to share the same name.

He leads you to a back office that upon first look is very fancy. You notice the rather large safe behind the desk. It’s a nice office as it’s made to make one feel nervous but also important enough to get a meeting. You also don’t miss the figure sitting at the desk, hands folded neatly in front of him.

Though he’s no longer in his octo-mermaid form, you do recognize him as your Azul. He’s changed a lot in the six years since you last saw him. The innocent look in his eyes has been replaced with a calculating stare. Gone was the soft smile, replaced with a cold smirk. He at least listened to you and got glasses.

He doesn’t notice you just yet as you linger behind the other two students. Jade introduces everyone to him. “You’re three-o-clock, Azul. Oh and they brought an extra guest who’s curious about your offer.”

As the two students move to sit down, you meet his gaze. His eyes widen a fraction and you notice his hands tighten a bit. But he composes himself and quickly focuses on the other Pomefiore students. You quietly take the seat brought by Jade and sit on the edge.

“So, you’re interested in my study guide?” he asks, his tone cool and smooth. Nothing like the sweet, soft voice you knew.

The boy nods. “Yeah, we heard you helped a bunch of students pass their midterms.”

“Of course, who am I to not help a poor unfortunate soul?” He produces two contracts with a dramatic flourish. “As you can see, part of the contract requires you to complete a certain stipulation. As long as you score within the top 50 for that class, you won’t owe me a thing.”

They barely read the contract as they’re too focused on listening to Azul. You lean over and read the finer details of the contract. As you read, your mood sours. A sour taste fills your mouth as you carefully go over everything.

“If you are unable to score within the top 50, you will be required to work for Monstro Lounge until your graduation. Oh, and I get to keep that special ability or trait you offer as collateral until then as well,” he finishes explaining.

They both seem a bit hesitant so he adds, “As long as you use my guide, you are bound to get at least a 90%. A good score I would say.” He pushes his frames up as he smiles at them. Not once has he looked at you.

“Well…that doesn’t sound so bad!” The girl quickly signs the contract.

The other student follows suit while muttering, “That other guy isn’t working so it must be easy to make it to the top 50.”

Once the contract is signed, Azul takes them back and carefully places them in a draw. “Wonderful! Jade will lead you out and give you the study guides.”

The tall one comes back immediately as if summoned, and gestures for them to follow him. When you don’t move, he gives you another polite smile. “Please come this way.”

Gripping the arms of the chair tightly, you shake your head. “I still have something to discuss. Right, Azul?” You stare directly in his eyes, which he quickly averts.

Coughing, he waves Jade off. “You can take those two.”

He seems a bit curious but leaves the office with the two in tow. The door closes with a dreaded click. Now it’s just you and Azul. You don’t say anything as you stare at him. You take in everything. He occasionally glances at you but quickly looks away.

You speak up first. “So, this is what you’ve been up to…”

“...(y/n) I-”

“What is this Azul?” You cut him off in anger. “You’re offering such shady deals to students that I know will most likely fall in your favor. They might not have read the contract but I did. And I know it’s impossible to get the top 50 in a class, especially if you’re offering this deal to a lot of students! Why would you do this!? Why are you exploiting people?!”

He’s taken aback by your sudden rise in tone. His mouth opens and closes a few times before it snaps shut with a click. You want to reach over the desk and hold his hand, but you resist the temptation. Instead your expression softens and you lower your voice.

“I know I haven’t seen you in years. But what happened to the sweet Azul I knew?” You want to find the Azul you knew, but it’s difficult to imagine the person in front of you as your best friend.

His expression darkens as he clenches his jaw. “The old Azul was a crybaby who could never do anything on his own. I’m better now! I have power that I never had before. No one looks down on me! Isn’t this a good thing, (y/n)?”

It’s your turn to be surprised. The way he talks about his former self is as if he wants to forget. “It’s not if you’re the one using people! You’re better than this!”

Azul’s gaze is icy. “So you prefer when I was a crybaby no one respected?”

You jump up from your seat. “What? No! You were never a crybaby to me, Azul. You were my best friend, who showed me the wonders of the ocean. I’ve always believed in you.”

He regards you coolly. “I’ve finally shed aside my past, (y/n). If you can’t accept me for who I am now, then I’m not sure where that leaves us.”

Your eyes burn with tears and you have to swallow a few times to stop the lump in your throat from forming. “How can I accept someone who is willing to use others for their own gain?”

Azul looks away, his hands clenched at his side. “Then I guess we have no other business to discuss.”

Your hand finds the nautilus shell you’ve worn for so long; it’s warm from being against your skin this entire time. It’s worn from constant wear, from long nights of holding it in your hands. You wonder if Azul still has the shell you gave him. Or did he shed it like everything else in his past?

“You know,” you say with a humorless laugh, “I worked hard to come here so I could be with you. It was our promise, and I was hellbent on keeping it. But I realize now how childish it was.”

Placing the nautilus shell on his desk, you want to take it back. But you can’t. The past is the past; he’s made it abundantly clear. Holding on to it will only hurt. Azul looks at what you slide over and nearly loses a grip on his cold demeanor.

“You might as well throw it away with the other one,” you say bitterly. You leave the office without looking back. The door slams with a finality.

Out of the office and back in lounge, the breezy jazz music does nothing to lift your spirits. You ignore the looks from the two tall sophomores. You realize they’re twins but quickly focus on leaving. You never want to step into that lounge for as long as you're here.

When you return to the library, Epel can tell from your face that you’re unhappy. However, he doesn’t ask for which you are grateful. You bury yourself in your textbook, trying to forget everything that transpired.

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In the privacy of his office, Azul remains in his seat with his chair facing the door. He runs his thumb over the surface of your shell. Underneath his own shirt lies the shell necklace you made him so long ago. Those nights when he was frustrated, he would look at it. It reminded him of your smile, your laughter, your constant support. It reminded him of the promise to meet at NRC again. With as much as he wanted to cast aside his past, you are not something he could ever let go.

But it seems the choice has been made for him. He can only stare hollowly at the nautilus and wonder if his choices are the right ones.

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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❤ Sweet Summer Sun

(He/him pronouns)

(1000+ words)

Description: On a hot summer day, you and Eret are enough. (Eret x M!Reader)

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You meet his eyes across the room. The dim lighting makes them glow, gentle off-white that bounces off his dark curls. Eret leans back against the wall, smooth lips curled and you’re suddenly thrown back to just a few weeks ago.

The horrid summer heat beats down against your skin, long blades of grass scratching at your cheeks as you lie in the field across the caramavan. His hands press to your forehead, pulling hair from your face painlessly, his beautiful smile tugging at his lips despite his attempts at serious soldier man. You press your face closer to his hands despite the heat, his cool hands are a nice reprieve from the heat actually.

“Hello, darling” His smooth voice, deep and gentle and oh so loving, is laced with that thin line of annoyance and amusement. “Aren’t you supposed to be making potions with Fundy?”

“Got bored, Fundy said we should ditch so we did,” You yawn, stretching your neck a bit and fixing yourself until you leaned nicely on Eret’s hand. “‘M not sorry, got to see you.”

Eret laughs, a loud, shoulder’s shaking laugh. It’s so endearing every time, the way his eyes crinkle every time he smiles and the gentle rumble in his chest with every giggle. He’s like quick sand to you, everything about him has you falling deeper and deeper, willingly letting yourself fall into everything that makes Eret himself. Letting yourself drown in everything that makes him perfect to you.

He strokes your cheek, brushing wet grass that still tries to cling to your skin off easily. “You’re such a flatterer, my darling.”

“Just for you,” You pressed a kiss to his palm. Looking back up, his eyes have gone soft and the beautifully strong white glow that you’ve come to love is shining a dull pink. You laugh, completely smitten with how openly his emotions are written to you. On a silver platter, Eret leaves his whole world out for you to judge.

“Such a flirt,” he mutters softly, leaning down to kiss you.

“Ew! Tubso, you see that! It's disgusting.” Tommy’s annoyingly familiar voice interrupts you two. “Imagine being in love. Oh mew mew mew mew mew I’m Y/N and I’m a simp for Eret.”

“Love is disgusting,” Tubbo nods along, both of them still dressed in their uniforms. Their thick clothing, by their own design, is made to hide the fact that they are men at all. Their own decision because, apparently, all men should die. They thought is so strongly they made it a "TommyInnit Rule". It was rather funny when Tubbo ended up screaming ‘don’t do men’ at Fundy saying ‘Rules should be like, don’t do x.’. And despite their love of women, romance was disgusting and Tubbo had sworn off ever getting married.

Eret chuckled at their antics as they got closer, his sunglasses back on his face. They brushed a hand through your hair one last time before standing at full height. Great, now you were the only one on the ground. “Tommy, Tubbo, what brings you boys here?”

Tommy groaned. “Wil sent us here. ‘Parently he caught Fundy and wants Y/N to go back.”

“Nooooooo!” You whined, staring up dreadfully at the sky. Tubbo peeked over your head, blocking out the sun thankfully enough. “Tubbo, my friend, join the dark side. We have nap time.”

Tubbo nodded seriously. “No one can say no to nap time.” Plopping down next to you, he shuffled to rest his head on your stomach.

“But Tuubooooo! Wilbur will kill me if I join the dark side.” Tommy whined, his braces catching the light of the sun. He pouted, looking every bit the child he declined being daily.

“No one said you had to join,” Tubbo propped one eye open, a shit eating grin on his face. “In fact, I don’t even want you here. Leave.”

“Wha-” Tommy spluttered indiginetly. “No! Actually I’ll stay here all day now!” He said it so proudly, like he was outsmarting Tubbo and not the other way around.

Tubbo playfully cried, “I’ve been fooled!”

Tommy threw himself over you, his chest thrown over your legs as he rested his head on his arms. Once situated comfortably, he purred contently, his ears fluffing up in that adorable way you’ve gotten used to.

Eret watches you three softly, something more than love in his eyes. You aren’t sure how you can tell at this point, but you can. They sit on the ground by your head, fixing their coattail so that it doesn’t get dirty. Well, dirtier. “Darling, I’m half convinced you’ve sold your soul to Prime for the ability to control Tommy.”

“I wish I had that ability,”You laugh, rubbing Tommy’s ears between your fingers. The boy grunts at you, a low growl in his throat that’s squeaked out with another purr. They had tried faking that bluff one too many times. “Sadly all I can do is get him to take a nap.”

“That’s more than anyone else can do. Imagine me telling him to nap, he’d curse me out and then laugh.” Eret paused, a considering frown on his lips. “Anyone besides Wilbur.”

“Wilbur is a magical man,” You agreed. Truly, you didn’t know how he did it. Managing to get Tommy of all kids to listen to him, to follow him. An unmatched experience.”Now stop talking words and lay down with me.” Making grabby hands at him, your words were a threat.

Eret chuckled. They interlaced your hands and pressed kisses to the back of your hands. Finally they sat down, lifting your head onto their thigh. “Get some rest, darling.”

“M’kay my sweet prince,” You yawned, patting his cheek softly. Eret leaned down and kissed you softly before pulling away. With his hands brushing through your hair you closed your eyes.

When you opened your eyes it’s not to the hilarious sight of Wilbur chewing out your boyfriend, it’s to the Dream Team standing in front of you. They don’t hesitate to attack and in seconds Wilbur dies in front of you.

Eret stands behind them all, glasses raised high on his face. “Down with the revolution boys. It was never meant to be.”

He looks away and Sapnap stabs you through the stomach in your pause. The sword is cold, everything is cold actually, but you think that maybe the betrayal of Eret’s betrayal hurts more than anything.

{《☆》}

[I hope I hurt you.]

[Wilbur is streaming rn and ahkfhajs my dog hates him she gave me the stink eye for stopping her pets to open his stream]

[Anyways! Next post should be a Squid Game AU DT x Reader! Now bye bye my beloveds! Take care of yourselves!!!

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parker-razor · 3 years

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show me, feel me, teach me - ch.1

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female!reader x mando (no y/n)

3k words, 18+ ONLY!

summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: filthy smut (extended warnings under the cut), drinking, tipsy sex

a/n: sooo excited to start this series! i have a closeted innocence kink and the idea of mando teaching me how to feel good is d e l i c i o u s. also, reply or message me to be added to the tag list!

extended warnings: oral (f receiving), mention of masturbation, slight manhandling?? this will get much dirtier as the series goes on i promise

*****

Hyperspace was quiet, despite how wild it looked out the front of the Crest.

You sat in the pilot’s chair, dozing off from utter boredom. Grogu was asleep, and Mando was rewiring something in the control panel down below. The journey to Nevarro for Mando to pick up more pucks was a long one, and with the kid resting and Mando busy with repairs you had absolutely nothing to do except stare out the front of the ship.

Life with Mando the past few months have been more exciting than all the events of your life combined. Up until recently, you had never left the tiny rock of a planet you called home your entire life. But when Mando barged into your home during a sandstorm looking for shelter, you immediately knew you wanted to go with him wherever he went.

*****

As the hours passed and sand continued to swirl and blow outside your home, Mando sat and observed you as you completed chores around the tiny space. He noticed your attention to detail, how careful you were, and your delicate touch despite the strength you exuded. Mando had been struggling to keep things afloat, between hunting bounties and taking care of Grogu and looking after the Crest. You were perfect.

After silence between you two passed for awhile, he finally found the conviction to see if you were willing to leave your life behind and join him.

“I know I’ve just met you, and this is very forward. But I need an extra set of hands with my son. Would you be-“

“Okay,” you interrupted him, not minding that you were coming off so eager.

“You… don’t want to hear my offer?” Mando asked.

“Oh, I mean you can give me an offer if you want. Either way, I’m coming with you.”

*****

It’s been four months now since you agreed to join Mando, and it wasn’t the wild adventure you had been expecting. Most days, you looked after the kid while Mando went after bounties, usually gone a few days at a time. You loved seeing the galaxy, though; you were forever grateful for the opportunity.

But now, as the minutes passed slower than you thought possible, you rose from the pilot’s seat to find something, anything to do.

You descended the stairs from the cockpit to the main level and started opening compartment doors you had never seen the inside of before. Mainly, you found a few dead bugs, first aid supplies, and unused towels. In other words, nothing.

Until, that is, you found a bottle of spotchka hidden in the corner of a dusty cabinet. Score, you thought. Finally, something to add a little life to this place. You turn to Mando, who was squatting on the floor a few feet away.

“Hey shiny, wanna loosen up?” you ask with a smile on your face while waving the bottle around.

“I haven’t seen that bottle in ages. But I can’t drink in front of you.” You pause, really wanting to spend time with Mando and hope the alcohol would bring forth some good conversation.

“Maybe… we can sit with our backs to each other. Pinky swear I won’t look?” After a few moments, Mando sighs in defeat.

“I guess… it’d be nice to take a break.” What a fun night this will be.

You sit on the floor with Mando, both of you turning so you were back-to-back with one another.

“You want the first swig?” you hear a somewhat unfamiliar voice come from behind you. Mando had his helmet off, and this was the first time you were hearing his voice, unmodulated and silky smooth.

You pop the top off the bottle and took a gulp of the golden liquid. It burned your throat going down, but warmth soon spread throughout your chest and in your stomach. Maker, it had been awhile since you had a drink.

You blindly hand the bottle to Mando, who grabbed it from over his shoulder. You heard a gulp and a sharp intake from his end.

“Are we just gonna drink in silence?” you ask.

“Well what else is there to do?” A moment of silence passed as you pondered his question.

“We could play a drinking game? I’m sure you have plenty of juicy secrets to spill on,” you tease, half expecting him to shoot you down.

“I don’t know any drinking games. What were you thinking?” he asks to your surprise.

“Well, the simplest one I can think of is we ask each other questions, and if you don’t want to answer the question, you take a drink.”

“I guess that could be fun.”

“That’s the spirit! You go first.”

“Alright. What’s your favorite color?”

“Stars, Mando…”

After a bumpy start, the two of you make some headway, drinking even when you had answered the questions just to break the tension. This was the longest conversation the two of you ever held, and maybe even the first conversation you’d had that didn’t surround Grogu or the ship. You didn’t ask questions that might go too deep, knowing that Mando’s character had to have been toughened by a difficult past. Once you two had gotten tipsy, though, the questions started to get more and more entertaining.

“Wait, so you couldn’t wait to go to the bathroom, so you went in the sand, and the guy you were dating caught you?” Mando asked with humor in his voice.

“I didn’t expect him to come looking for me! I had to go so badly,” you giggled. “Anyways, I can’t believe you’ve never been on a date.”

“Not many women want to take a Mandalorian out to dinner,” he replied.

“Ditto. Okay you’re turn.” Mando was quiet for a few moments, wondering how you’d react to the question he was planning on asking.

“Alright. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

Oh, Maker. Sex hadn’t been brought up yet, and you had been praying it wouldn’t. Your face heated even more than it already was, and this time it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“I, uh, don’t think I’ll answer that one,” you said, snagging the bottle from the floor next to you and taking a swig.

“Why? Too crazy to tell?” Mando asked.

“Trust me, if I had ever had sex before, it would be nothing crazy,” you mumble under your breath. Unfortunately, Mando hears it all.

“You’ve never- you’re a virgin?”

“Oh Maker, Mando, it’s not that big of a deal.” Your blush spreads down your chest and you feel your ears get hot, totally humiliated. He must think you’re such a prude.

“Are you… saving yourself or something?” Mando says, clearing his throat.

“Stars, no. I grew up on a planet where I knew thirty people, tops. There just weren’t many opportunities, or people I was all that interested in… I’ve never even had a kriffing orgasm,” you explain, the last part slipping past your lips, which you blame on the half-drank bottle of spotchka next to you.

“Not even… on your own?” Mando asks timidly, hoping he isn’t crossing a line while you’re both tipsy and loose.

“I don’t think so, trust me I’ve tried. I think my vagina’s broken.” Your filter has left the ship, hell, it’s left this sector of the galaxy. But it’s too late to take anything back, so why not spill everything?

“I don’t really even know much about it…” you said timidly. “I mean, I understand the basic idea, but it all just seems… mechanical and awkward.”

“And, no offense, but I wouldn’t expect a Mandalorian to have such an extensive sexual history,” you added, secretly hoping this would open a door to something more.

“Just because I’m not allowed to show my face doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fuck.” Stars. That sent a chill down your spine, not used to hearing Mando be so… frank.

“I mean- I didn’t mean to imply t-that you didn’t…”

“I know.” Silence fell over the two of you, squeezing your thighs together to nurse the ache growing.

“I could… never mind,” Mando started.

“No, what were you gonna say?” you push, curious as to where this could go.

“I could teach you how good it can be. And I could help you… get there. If you wanted.”

“You think you could?” You’re shaking now, whether from nervousness or excitement. Probably both.

“I know I could.” Fuck. Oh, fuck. Was this really happening? The Mandalorian, offering to make you cum for the first time. His confidence in the idea that he absolutely could made the whole thing even sexier, too. Yet again, another situation where you didn’t want to come off too eager to accept Mando’s proposition.

“If you’re offering…” You heard Mando shove his helmet back on and shuffle so he could face you, and you turned towards him as well. Mando stood up so he towered over you, outstretching his hand for you to take. You didn’t realize you were shaking until you reached your hand out to grab his. He yanked you up, and you fell into his chest with an “oof.” Your face and his helmet were only an inch apart, and all you wanted was for Mando to take complete control. You felt so small, and it felt so fucking good.

“Come on, I’m not gonna fuck you on the floor.” He held onto your hand as he walked you back to his bed. He grabbed your waist and practically tossed you onto his mattress, crawling on top of you so you were face to face.

“Are you sure you want me to touch you like this?” he asked, his voice raspy and low. You nodded, but Mando wouldn’t take that as an answer.

“Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“M-Mando, please. I want you to make me feel good. Make me cum.” He growled at that, but he suddenly paused, which made you afraid that he’d changed his mind.”

“I don’t… we’ve been drinking. And I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.” he said quietly.

“I don’t want to go all the way right now. But we could try… something. We could go slow,” you proposed, knowing full well that you wanted this, sober or not. Mando was quiet for a moment.

“Okay. I want to make you cum tonight, though, if anything.” Stars, you wanted him. “I’m gonna use my mouth on you… is that okay?” he asks.

“I don’t really know what that means. But I trust you.” Your innocence made Mando harden in his pants, so eager to make you feel good. But for right now, he wanted to be soft and gentle. This was a big deal, and he didn’t want to scare you by being too rough.

“I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” You nodded, unsure why you felt so wet between your legs. “I’ll have to take my helmet off, so I’ll have to…” he paused in thought before he tore a strip of fabric off his cape which laid on the bed next to you.

“I need to cover your eyes.” You nodded your head, giving your consent for him to place the makeshift blindfold on your face. You could see nothing, total darkness covering your vision.

Suddenly, you felt a soft pair of lips cover yours. You had been kissed before, but nothing more than a peck. But Mando’s kiss was deep, lightly tracing his tongue over your bottom lip before dipping it in your mouth. This was something you weren’t used to, but you could absolutely get used to it. You could tell Mando was holding back from kissing you rougher, but the passion he was putting into these kisses wiped every thought from your mind.

You whimpered into his mouth, which caused him to groan back. You placed one hand in his hair, feeling how soft his curls were and tugging lightly. Mando seemed to like that, so you pulled him in closer and kissed him deeper.

Eventually, you felt Mando start to place kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw and on your neck. Maker, it felt good, the way he sucked and gently bit your skin. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, until he pulled it over your head, revealing your naked chest. You felt nervous for a moment, your stomach showing its rolls and curves. But Mando wiped that worry away when he attacked your chest and stomach with wet kisses before latching his lips around your nipple.

You let out a breathy whine as your arched off the bed, the sensation shooting straight down between your legs. His hands felt up and down your sides, squeezing every so often. After awhile, he switched to the other one, this one feeling better than the first.

Mando’s kissed began trailing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your trousers. This was it. He was gonna see everything now and, hopefully, make you feel a pleasure like you’d never felt before.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice had dropped incredibly low and had gotten raspy with total want.

“Please, Mando. Make me feel good,” you whined, starting to get impatient with his teasing. He pulled your pants down your legs and off your feet, which is when you realized he had pulled your underwear down with them.

He started kissing the inside of your knee, slowly trailing his tongue into your inner thigh. Stars, you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew you needed more of what he was doing. How could this feel any better?

Your question was answered when you felt Mando gently lick your outer lips, getting a taste of the flood between your legs. Your hands flew to his hair as he licked you again, needing him to go deeper. He pulled your legs further apart, and you jolted when he pressed a kiss to your clit.

“Holy shit, what was that?” you asked, totally breathless.

“Just you wait.” Mando wrapped his lips around your clit and rolled his tongue up and down it. Stars, your back flew off the bed and the hands in Mando’s hair tightened. Your moans sounded strangled, nothing performative; they were unable to be stopped coming from your mouth, sounds of utter pleasure.

His mouth was burning hot and wet. It was such an odd feeling that felt so fucking good. His tongue fluttered all around your cunt, giving kitten licks all over the area on and around your clit.

“H-holy shit, Mando, that f-feels so fucking good,” you stuttered as Mando’s hands found your hips and forced you down onto the bed. He started to suck on your clit, making you absolutely wild. The pressure of it made you pull at Mando’s hair a little too hard to keep him right there.

You were getting close quicker than Mando had expected, but you were so unused to feeling this good that you were getting closer to the edge at lightning speed.

Your stomach started to coil, and you almost felt like you had to pee.

“Mando, I-I feel weird.” Mando came up for air, his mouth glistening with your slick.

“Just let it happen. Let it build, then let it all go,” he said breathless, diving back in and licking at your cunt with a force never seen before. The squelching sounds that came from the act made you red in the face, but you felt too good to feel any kind of embarrassment.

When Mando pulled your clit into his mouth again and sucked it between his teeth, everything tightened up at once and exploded, white clouding your vision as you gasped in a silent scream. Is this what you’ve been missing out on? This absolute insanity driven by Mando’s tongue on your cunt? It was fucking unreal. You shook violently, and to Mando’s surprise you just kept coming. So he kept his mouth on you, groaning into your pussy, and drew it out for as long as he could.

When he felt you start to come down, he didn’t want to stop.

“M-Mando, I think it h-happened already…” But Mando just kept going. He was too addicted.

“Shit, I-I think it’s too much,” you were convulsing out of sensitivity, but before long you felt that same feeling come back in the lower part of your stomach.

“Stars, you get so wet when you cum,” Mando said into your pussy. Your taste was fucking addicting to him.

“Oh Maker, don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t st-“ You fell over the edge yet again, and this time you shouted Mando’s name over and over. This one almost hurt with how hard it slammed into you. Thankfully, Mando pulled away this time, coming up to kiss you.

You could taste yourself on his lips, causing you to groan into him. You were totally flattened by the two insane orgasms Mando just gave you. But then Mando pulled away, and after a moment light blinded your vision as he pulled the blindfold off your eyes.

You blinked wildly, eyes adjusting to the light. Mando was over you with his mask back on, his bare hand stroking your hair. Your breathing was still a bit wild, but you felt like you could fall asleep any second.

“So that’s what it’s supposed to feel like,” you said with a giggle.

“That good?” Mando asked, and you could tell that under his mask he was smirking.

“Mando, I hate to add more fuel to your fire, but Maker you’re really good at that. Although, that’s not saying much since I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Tell that to your legs.” You looked down and noticed you were still trembling, your body still recovering from the onslaught of pleasure.

“What about you? I can-“

“I took care of it while I was down there.” Stars, the thought of Mando touching himself while tasting you made you flushed. “Just sleep now. I’ll teach you more tomorrow.”

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Speechless (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader , Izuku x Reader

Content: Angst, pining, friend to lovers

Summary: Bakugou isn’t very good with words.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Sorry in advance for this…

His words always failed him. Whenever the moment came, Bakugou could never seem to get past that choke in his throat.

There he’d be, looking at you at the desk beside him. He remembers you looking so pretty with your hair in those pigtails. Bakugou wanted to talk to you, to ask you where you’re from or for your name, but when you turn to him and utter that gentle hello in your smooth voice, his own falters. Bakugou’s at a loss for words and for the first time in his life, he wishes that he could swallow the pride that has been pushing him forward at such a steady pace to stop to meet your own.

Suddenly, his strides feel too wide on the play yard as you struggle to keep up and his voice feels too loud as you flinch slightly at each shout. It’s been like this forever, since he could remember. Bakugou’s always loved you, but that booming voice that he carries so proudly never seemed to let him say the words.

He’d never been able to tell you, not when you sat in front of him at your 5th grade graduation, your hands folded neatly in your lap, not at your first middle school dance and you asked him to slow dance with you. He took you to the dance floor with awkward hands, wide and calloused palms placed awkwardly over your figure, cheeks red with a blush so violent he can’t even remember what you looked like through it. Still, Bakugou just couldn’t say it.

It was around this time you’d met Midoriya. You were the only person who could stand up for him against Bakugou, who could pick him up from the floor in the presence of the angry blond. Bakugou remembers the first time he saw you take Midoriya’s hand in your own, guiding him up from the wooden floor, one hand in his and the other on his back. You’d said something about it not being funny anymore, about not picking on Deku so much. He’d have listened to what you said if it weren’t for the turning in his stomach, the unpleasant drop and twist of his gut at this newfound contact.

Even when you’d both gotten into UA, passing the entrance exam with flying colors, clinging to each other in a tight embrace, he hadn’t said it. He’d felt it then, the way your breath hitched when his hand travelled up the small of your back. You pulled away from him so slowly that day, like you’d been expecting him to say something.

And you had. You thought he’d finally confess, that maybe the abrasive boy you’d become best friends with would tell you that he loved you. You didn’t have to worry about going to different high schools or being separated by being in different hero courses, you could be together like you always have been. But Bakugou didn’t say anything. His lips stayed pressed in a tight line as you pulled back to face him, eyes searching yours and brows furrowed.

Bakugou’ll never forget the light gloss that covered your lips or the way your wide eyes looked up at him, so full of expectation. All he could manage was a click of his tongue, the rest of his statement; about you, about how much he loved you, got lost somewhere along the way.

In high school, Bakugou watched crushes come and go, watched as you dated and broke up and fell in love with people who weren’t him. It kills him. It hurts him every single time you come back from a date giddy and every single time you cry on his lap about the latest person to break your heart.

So he buries himself in his studies, focuses all of his energy on building himself up. Bakugou has a future to focus on, a career to worry about. After all, he’d be the number one hero someday, how could he not be with a quirk like that.

He skips out on your after school traditions, stops coming by on the weekends, becomes so absorbed in his goal that he doesn’t notice the way Izuku takes his place on your walks home. He doesn’t notice the glances you’d steal, or the doubt that seeded through your eyes each time he skipped out on another activity.

Until one day he did, finally deciding that he missed you, wanted to take the long way back with you. That’s when he realized just how far he’d let himself drift from you. You walked home with Izuku and he trailed behind, watching the way your hands grazed each other’s and the blush that crept up the back of Izuku’s neck.

So then Bakugou tried. He tried to get the words out in front of your house, long after Deku had left for his own. He wanted to force the words to fall through his lips, ignore the block he could feel building in his throat with each syllable he spoke. Fuck, he could feel the way you were slipping through his fingers like sand. He felt like he was scrambling, the words in his minding becoming mixed up and jumbled. Heat rose to his face and his blood roared in his ears, and finally he managed to choke out the words.

“You should focus more on training.” They were harsh and angry and as soon as he spat them out he knew he’d made a mistake.

It wasn’t what he’d meant to say, but it’s what came out. How could he not answer you when you asked him what made him say that?

“Shitty Deku’s distracting you.” Bakugou muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

He’d probably remember the words you spoke back to him that day for the rest of his life. Bakugou’s sure that this is where he went wrong, where the tables turned away from him permanently.

“Izuku’s a nice guy, Katsu. Nicer than you.” You’d spoken, plainly and flat faced, heat rising to your cheeks at your admittance. Bakugou hadn’t missed your usage of Deku’s first name.

Bakugou scrambled for you after that. He felt like he was facing a mountain, climbing, bare hands struggling to get a grip on the rocks that crumbled out from under him. He had to watch as you moved further and further away from him, watch as you fell in love with someone else.

Bakugou’d never been on the outside with you, but this was different and you both knew it. You hadn’t told him about your crush on Izuku, hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort until you were at his house one day, slipping your shoes back on to head home.

“Hey, so… “ You trailed off, lifting your bag further onto your shoulder. “Izuku asked me out.”

Bakugou could feel the way his entire heart seized up, surroundings growing hazy around him. Fuck, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything like it since. That drop into his stomach, bile rising up his throat as you peered at him.

“He did?” Was all he’d manage to say.

“Yeah,,,” You trailed off before looking up at him one more time. “What do you think I should do?”

You were asking him something, practically begging him to tell you to say no. If he said no you’d listen, you’d go to Katsuki without a second glance because the entire time he was loving you, you were loving him.

This was his chance, his opportunity to object, to finally confess. He’d been scrambling on those rocks for months now and you finally bumped him up to the top of the mountain with you in a heartbeat. You’re handing him it on a silver platter. Bakugou could breathe now, the playing field was even and all he had to do now was say it. Tell you just how deeply he’s loved you, how he loves the way you laugh, the way you get competitive for no reason, the way you talk in your sleep about whatever you’d eaten for lunch that day. Bakugou loved it all so irrevocably that it made him dizzy.

He’s at the finish line, but all he can feel is the grip in his throat, his pride closing off his airway and making his head swell. Bakugou wants to claw at his neck, he can’t let this happen again, not when he’s so close to finally getting it out. He’s screaming at himself but it feels like someone’s got a grip on his heart. It’s beating frantically and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s about to make you the first person he’s laid his soul bare to or if it’s because his pride is still trying to hold onto whatever dignity he has left. It’s years later and he still can’t manage to push past it. Years since he met you and he’s still fighting this same battle.

And finally, he chokes out a sentence. It’s garbled and angry and disgruntled, not at all how he wanted to tell you. Bakugou wanted to take your hands in his and confess, voice soft and hands gentle, but it came out strangled.

“Tch. Do whatever you want.”

It took Bakugou a moment to register what he’d said as he looked down at you, your fingers fiddling in front of you. He watched the heat rise to your face as you lifted your eyes up to look at him, brimmed with tears. Why did you look so hurt, wasn’t that the answer you wanted? The expression on your face struck him so deeply and as if it were some divine twist of fate, it was his reaction to this that had him certain that he’d never love another person the way he loved you.

You started dating Izuku two days later. Bakugou watched the two of you eat lunch together, watched you both walk through the hallways and home together. Suddenly, it wasn’t just you and him anymore. He was an odd man out and instead of fighting, Bakugou Katsuki let go in the only way he knew how. He buried himself back in his work, trained day and night and through the lunch periods so he wouldn’t have to see you with him. Most importantly though, he kept quiet.

Graduation rolled around and finally you’d all begun your lives as pro heroes. Bakugou didn’t have a chance to fight for you anymore. He’d hear about you in the news, text you, occasionally come over to have dinner until one day he was at yours a little later than usual and Izuku walked in. He doesn’t know why it didn’t hit him till then, when he watched you bow your head in shame at not having told him that you and Izuku had moved in together.

Bakugou held his tongue then too. He held it when the two of you adopted a fish, and then a dog, until eventually he was getting a pretty little envelope in the mail decorated with both of your names.

That’s how he supposes he ended up here, in front of a microphone on a stage with all of your friends and family watching. There you were in the front row, so beautiful in your white dress. Your eyes were so wide with excitement and Bakugou could see the way you squeezed Izuku’s hand where he held you. What did you expect him to say?

Yes, words always failed Bakugou. The microphone echoed painfully as he cleared his throat, the title of “Best Man” hovering so heavy over his head. There’s so much he wants to say but he’s standing there and he’s looking at you and he realizes that his last chance was a long time ago. He can’t tell you how much he loves you. He can’t tell you that the first thing he thinks about in the morning is the way you look when you smile. He can’t tell you that he wishes it was him next to you instead of the better man who came along.

So he tells you that you look beautiful in your dress. He tells you that Izuku is a lucky man. And finally, he wishes you and Izuku a long and happy marriage.

Bakugou’s shoes click on the floor as he leaves the stage and he takes a seat behind the bride. You kiss him on the cheek and for the first time in a very long time, Bakugou wants to cry.

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sokkascroptop · 3 years

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 26

part 1 | part 25

a/n: no matter how long you have been here, just know i'm extremely grateful for anyone who's read this fic. now here's the latest chapter.

Sometimes it felt like the days dragged on. Each and every hour was laid out just like the day before–the week before. It made time seem endless, even though Y/N knew it definitely was not. Sozin’s Comet was getting closer and closer each day. Y/N didn’t know if it was the anticipation for that long fated day or if it was some buried fire bender gene in her body, warning her of something to come. She could feel it deep within her bones. She woke up earlier and earlier each day, no matter how late her night ended up. And each day the sun greeted her with warm yellow light that made the air a little easier to breathe.

As they moved further south and into Fire Nation territory, Zuko made mention of Ember Island as a place to hide out. The island–or chain of islands, really–were close enough to Caldera City that it would be a good place for them to lay low and wait, as well as uninhabited by enough people that they could lay low.

Y/N thought it was a little risky to be living in the Fire Lord’s Ember Island house, but Zuko was probably right, this was going to be the last place anyone would look for them. Maybe Y/N was just unsettled about being back, so close to Caldera City, or maybe it was being back on Ember Island for the first time since she was 9.

Somewhere between the temple and the beach house, Y/N tired of training. It just added to the monotony, and so she just…stopped. Instead, she spent her days on the beach, sometimes alone–often with the others though–playing in the tide pools and skim-boarding on the sand. And sometimes, if she felt like she didn’t have enough time on her own to recharge, she’d leave in the night, either through her window or the front door to take a walk on the beach in the moonlight. Only to come back and wake up a few hours later, ready for sunrise.

Today was no different, though the sun was already peeking over the horizon and into her room when her eyes peeled open.

The wooden floors creaked under Y/N’s feet as she crept out of her room silently.

Each board was smooth under her bare toes, not well-worn by many little feet running across them year after year but made that way before they were even built into the house, for no doubt a hefty fee. The beach house was… cold, to say the least. It just felt like each pore of the house seeped something uninviting, reminding them that they shouldn’t be there. It wasn’t just Y/N who felt it, they all spent as little time as possible in the house.

She padded into the kitchen and struck their flint to start a fire under the stove–mostly unneeded since Zuko had joined their group–but wholly necessary when he wasn’t around to be their fire-starter. Y/N didn’t mind doing it this way, it felt nice being able to do something with her own hands for once instead of relying on the others to make clean water or heat up the food. She boiled just enough water for one cup of tea before heading out to the courtyard where she knew at least two of her friends would be awake.

Y/N didn’t like feeling optimistic. It was a terrifying feeling. There was so much riding on their success; she didn’t want to spend so much energy on hoping only to have it all dashed away if things didn’t go their way. It would be too heartbreaking. But watching Aang, she could. They weren’t even sparring and she could see the power behind every blast of fire. And she had hope for their future. She had to; she wasn’t going to lose her friends.

“You’re doing that one wrong,” Y/N said from the shadows on the porch. She held her warm cup to her chest, the breeze blowing in from the ocean was keeping the courtyard chilly until the sun could rise high enough to heat the island.

Aang didn’t seem too surprised to hear her voice. “Doing what wrong?” He asked, confused.

Zuko frowned up at Y/N from his seat on the steps but nodded to Aang. “She’s right, you have to dip further down so when you come up the fire creates more of an arc.”

Aang pushed through a few more poses before Zuko stood up and joined him. Y/N stole his seat and pulled her legs up to cross them. She watched as they moved in tandem, working though the most basic of firebending forms all the way up to a few advanced ones. Memories flooded Y/N’s head so fast it made her dizzy. She remembered sitting just like she was now, watching her two brothers work through their forms when she was younger. On chilly mornings, much like today, she would wrap herself in a blanket nest and sip on tea that was much too sweet as they worked well into mid morning. In a sudden rush of affection she realized she was doing much of the same thing, just years and years later.

Aang had learned fast. That was good. She set down her empty cup as the two boys headed back to her, both sweaty from their training. “Good job, Aang! You’re doing great!”

Aang beamed with pride. “Thanks, Y/N!

“Don’t be so encouraging, he’s still got a lot to learn,” Zuko grumbled, taking a seat on the ground next to her.

Y/N pouted. “He needs encouragement. That’s how he learns.” Y/N learned that from watching the differences between Katara teaching styles and Toph’s teaching styles.

“Speaking of firebending,” Aang kicked his feet against the edge of the steps and looked around like he was avoiding something. “How did you know about the firebending forms?”

Zuko leaned back on his hands. “I’d like to know that too.”

Y/N smiled softly. “I watched my brothers for years, religiously learning all the forms and practicing them on my own. I wanted to be just like them. I guess I still remember them.”

Aang frowned. “It’s not like you couldn’t bend on purpose.”

Y/N was surprised to see Aang look so sad. “I know.” She shrugged and looked away feeling her cheeks redden with both boys staring at her. “I just wanted to be normal so people would stop paying attention to me for the wrong reasons.” She mumbled.

“It made you a better sword fighter,” Zuko said suddenly.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“The discipline and movements. You do the same when you’re fighting.”

“I’ve never noticed, but you’re right, Zuko!” Aang exclaimed.

The thought made Y/N smile. “That was nice of you.”

Zuko rolled his eyes but let the smallest hint of a smile grace his lips.

She looked back to Aang, who still looked a bit hesitant. “Don’t worry about me. How about we go swimming? Before the others wake up!”

Aang perked up immediately. “That sounds great! Let’s go, Zuko!”

Y/N and Aang stood, both looking down at Zuko, who just stared at the ground between his feet. She could already hear him saying no, telling them that he needed to train more or meditate and didn’t have time to run off and play games.

Y/N opened her mouth to tell Aang that the two of them could still go but Zuko spoke up before her. “Yeah, okay.”

Sometimes even on those long, dragging days, it was the little things that made everything better; like playing in the surf with two of your friends.

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That evening though, Y/N was back where she had started the day, and had decided that everyone in her group of friends, save for maybe Zuko, talked way too much. She craved those moments alone where she just had her thoughts to occupy her. Especially when she had a lot on her mind.

Y/N didn’t want to admit she felt stuck inside with Aang and Katara while everyone else was outside enjoying the evening, but she also felt guilty in turning down their request to help make dinner to just wander around on the beach until sunset. She didn’t help out much with making meals, and she felt obligated to help when she could.

So she was there, sitting on the dinner table, lotus style with a knife and a cutting board and a basket of carrots in need of chopping at her side.

“What else can I do, Katara?” Aang dumped some of the vegetables he was cutting into the stew Katara was currently stirring over the stove.

“Hmm, can you go out and get some more water to make the rice?” Aang grinned and nodded, before running out of the house towards the side of the house where there was a small barrel of collected water.

Y/N smiled to herself at the interaction and continued cutting carrots for Katara, trying not to let her mind wander, but it was hard with the monotonous work and the bad spot she was sitting in.

Just in front of her was the window where she had watched Zuko and Aang train while she made tea that morning, now it showed Zuko and Sokka doing their own training.

Y/N was struggling with more than just feeling like she didn’t belong on the Island. She didn’t know what she was going to say to Sokka, or if she was even going to say anything about her feelings at all. Without the constant traveling and the safety of a hideout, she was able to just stop and let those feelings and thoughts she had been holding back with a dam of fear wash over her.

It was all really confusing for Y/N. And hard to admit.

She didn’t want to face the awkward conversation of asking whether he could always be there for her. She didn’t want to beg him to never leave because she was so insecure. She was so afraid of losing everything and everyone that she was going to do just that because she was afraid of opening up.

What would happen if she never told Sokka she loved him back? Did she even love him back? What did love feel like?

Love with Azula felt like fire, sometimes it burned painfully, but in the good times it filled her with a warmth like never before. Zuko’s friendship felt the same, but it was less like sitting too close to the fire and more like sitting just in the right place where it didn’t dry out your eyes but didn’t make goosebumps grow on your arms. Sokka always felt like a cool breeze, one where you lift your face up to the sky and smile because it always feels like relief. But that’s not what Y/N is used to. How does she know if it’s love if it doesn’t hurt a little bit? How does she know that it's real if she doesn’t have to give all of herself until she is worn to nothing to make it work?

It wasn’t that she was afraid to care for him, she had made it clear that she did. It was just easier on her heart to keep him at a distance for now until she figured they were inevitably part ways. That’s how Y/N saw this all ending. Separated across oceans, back to where they came from, whatever the outcome of the war. Y/N wanted to dream of the possibilities and opportunities where they could be together in the long run, but those were just that, dreams for another lifetime. People from the Water Tribe didn’t marry people from the Fire Nation.

Everything that she learned over the last few months was that nothing was ever set in stone, so why should she and Sokka be.

Y/N stared out the window, pondering when it would all fall apart and sliced downwards on a carrot, but met nothing but the cutting board. She looked down where the knife was closer to her finger than to the carrots. She let out a little inward gasp.

“What?” Katara turned around and asked.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Nothing.” She motioned to the cutting board. “Do you want these smaller?”

Katara eyed Y/N and then looked to the cutting board. “They’re fine. But pay more attention, I don’t know how to reattach fingers yet.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Y/N’s eyes didn’t leave the wooden cutting board and her fingers until the others came bustling into the kitchen, all talking at once.

Y/N for the most part ignored everyone, until Sokka reached over and snatched one of the slices of carrots.

Y/N nudged his arm. “Can you wait?! I thought you didn’t like vegetables!”

“Aang got me to like carrots!” Sokka retorted, before quickly reaching around Y/N to grab another and popping it into his mouth.

“Why would you be sitting on the table that we have to eat off of?” Suki wrinkled her nose.

“Uh! Katara said I could!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.

Katara whipped around, hands on her hips. “I never said you could, I just didn’t say you couldn’t.” Katara turned back to stirring the stew before muttering under her breath, “Not like telling you no would have made a difference anyways.”

“Hey!” Y/N picked up a carrot and launched it at the back of Katara’s head.

Aang walked back inside carrying a bucket of water, to a kitchen full of chaos. Vegetables were being thrown across the room at one another, as laughter rang out. Sokka, Zuko and Y/N were sprawled on one side of the kitchen behind and under the table; with Suki, Katara and Toph only edging from behind the safety of the kitchen doorway to throw something.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N could hear the exasperation of a 112 year old monk in Aang’s usually cheerful voice.“Uh, guys, what are we supposed to eat for dinner now?”

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Y/N was dozing against the headboard of her bed that night, when she heard the knock at her door. At first she thought she imagined it, that is until she heard a voice on the other side of the doorway. “Y/N, are you awake?”

Y/N slid out of bed and cracked open the door. She smiled and leaned against the doorjamb, a familiar feeling in her chest.

“Are you afraid that there are ghosts here too?”

Sokka grinned and nodded. “In this house? Absolutely. But I’m not here for that.”

“Oh?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“Come outside with me.”

Y/N chuckled. “Why?”

“Please, just come on. No questions.”

Y/N sighed and reached for an old silk robe she found in one of the closets, but her smile never left her face.

To be fair to Sokka, there wasn’t much to surprise Y/N with on an island she grew up on. But that night, the sky momentarily took her breath away.

Sometimes the simplest things were the most beautiful.

“I thought we could come out here; look at the stars a bit. I used to like doing that at home. Though it’s different. The constellations aren’t the same where I’m from.”

“I guess I’ll just have to teach you some.”

Together they laid side by side on the roof, and Y/N pointed out her favorites. The dragon, the jack-rabbit...

After Y/N had told Sokka the story of the Red Queen, some ancient fable of a powerful Fire Lady that was always one of Y/N’s favorites, they both grew quiet, Y/N asked the question that had been brewing on her mind. She worried that whatever she said would mess up the peaceful night they had been having. It felt like she was intruding on a secret that she wasn’t supposed to know.

“Hey, Sokka,” Y/N asked.

“Hmmm,” She looked over and Sokka looked about half asleep already. Maybe this would be good timing.

“Who’s Yue?”

Sokka’s eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. “What?”

Y/N could feel her face flush. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to know.

“Yue.” The word sounded flat and foreign on her tongue. Maybe that wasn’t how you actually pronounced it? Some of the Water Tribe names and words were hard for Y/N’s mouth to form. If she could, she flushed deeper. “I heard you talking about them when I was hurt. I was in and out of it, so I don’t remember much, but I remember the name.”

Sokka suddenly looked very sad. Which was… odd because Y/N just thought that Yue was a Water Tribe spirit much like the Fire Nation had Agni.

“She’s the moon spirit,” Sokka whispered, his eyes cast down on his wringing hands.

Y/N eyes were wide. Why was he acting like this? “Oh. I figured she was a spirit or something. It sounded like you were praying to her, or something.”

“Yeah,” Sokka choked out. “Something like that.”

That’s when Y/N noticed there were drips of water on Sokka’s hands. Tears.

“Sokka?” Y/N said softly. She reached forward and–yup those were tears, dripping on their hands.

“She was a girl I met at the Northern Water Tribe when we first started traveling.”

“I thought she was…”

“She is.” For the first time, Sokka looked up. The pain in his eyes was unimaginable. “But she was still a girl when I met her.”

Sokka launched into a story that sounded more fantasy than real, but the look on his face, the sadness in his features, Y/N knew he was telling the truth.

“She was blessed by the moon spirit when she was born, it was the only reason she was alive. But when we were in the Northern Water Tribe—Zhao, a Fire Nation commander killed the moon spirit and all the water benders lost their bending, forever.” Sokka shivered. “It was scary, the moon was gone in the sky and we were helpless to fight the Fire Nation. It would have changed the tide of the war.

But she was selfless. She knew that she was the only hope for her tribe—for the world—and she sacrificed herself to save all of us. So now she’s the moon spirit…I guess. I don’t know, she’ll always be Yue to me.” Sokka’s voice trailed off with a sniffle. Y/N didn’t know how to respond.

Sokka sent a longing glance upward. The moon was just past full, waning in the far distance but still bright and round in the sky. “I think–I think she heard me that night. And she knew how much you meant to me, even then. And she saved you because…” Now it was Sokka’s turn to flush. “I don’t think I could live without you.”

Those words made Y/N’s chest burn. Her arms and legs tingled in relief as if all the tension in her body began to melt away. Y/N reached out, wiping a stray tear off of Sokka’s cheek. “Me either,” she replied instantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“’m not. Sad, really. I miss her, but it’s easier to always know where she is. She didn’t have a lot of choice in her life, but this was something she had control over. If she hadn’t become the moon spirit, the war would have ended right there. So her sacrifice meant that, you know, Zuko is our friend now and Aang has a chance at beating the Firelord and you have a place in all our lives. She made all of this possible.”

“Sounds like we have a lot more to be thankful to her for than just saving little old me then, huh?”

“You would have liked her.”

Y/N nodded and peered at the moon above them. “I do like her.”

No one else needed to know that after the two of them went inside and off to bed, that Y/N hung halfway out her window to get one last look at the moon. Y/N swore as her eyes closed and sleep overtook her that the moon shone a little brighter. Maybe that’s how the moon said thank you. Y/N’d never tell anyone that she whispered a small thank you too, to the girl who lived among the stars.

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bubblegumbi0tch · 3 years

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The Vacation

Warrings: Creampie and public sex

"Ladies and gentlemen, please clip on your seat belts and get ready for the time of your lives. The safety precautions are as follows on the screen. Thank you for flying with Peach Aviation, where every journey is exciting. The flight attendant's voice echoed throughout the airplane. After clipping on your seat belt for the landing to Brazil where Oikawa was taking you, you turned towards him. "You seriously want me to believe that this was spontaneous and not a planned vacation." Yup!" He stated, popping the p. "You seem thrilled today." You reported. "Obviously, you have put up with me for four years, and you are still here. "He smiled softly up at you. "Plus... There's the fact that I am about to get some." "Who said that? What makes you sure you are going to get some?" You unclipped the belt and got up, taking hold of your handbag next to you.

"What?! Seriously Y/N…princess?" He followed you out of the plane. What you saw in the open-air took your breath away. All around you, there are lush green mountains, sounds of seagulls, and the waves crashing entered your ears. The beautiful architecture is all around you. You turned around to face Oikawa, only to bump into his chest. His muscular arms wrapped around you stable. "Took your breath away, didn't it?" He questioned. "Happened to me too, just like the very first time I saw you, in that little black dress and heels during one of my first games, I knew I had to have you." He smiled down at you. It's beautiful, Tooru. I don't have words to explain, but it really is." You stated. "I know. When I talked to Hinata about a good place to take you, he recommended a nice beach. We visit him before we go. He stated. "Happy Anniversary, princess. "He whispered you. "Tooru, I don't know what to say. You really didn't have to do this." "You could express your gratitude by giving me a Thank-you kiss for one! "He smirked. You kissed him with all the emotions inside you. At that moment, it was just you two, two lovers kissing without any care, as their lips tangoed perfectly together.

"You want to spend all your weekend here at the airport or actually go down to the hotel?" He pulled away. "It's a five-minute walk from here." "Let's go!" You exclaimed excitedly and then dragged him down the out of the airport you're rolling luggage in hand and to the pathway, half cemented and half not. You marveled at the beauty of the scenery. It was stunning. The birds chirped, and the wind blew perfectly. He clasped his hand into yours. According to Oikawa, you were the prettiest girl he's ever seen. As the two of you walk both near the hotel's main doors, Oikawa checks in, and the bellhop gets your bags. As you open the door to your room, Oikawa suddenly stopped and turned to you, only to pick you up by the knees and the shoulder, bridal style.

You squealed in surprise. "What in the heavens are you doing, Tooru?" You threw your head back in laughter. Carrying you inside our room, what else?" And then he spun around, with you in his arms.

"Tooru !" You squealed again.

"Keep practicing princess, you are going to need it tonight." This caused your checks to heat up.

As Oikawa walked in further inside the room, your eyes slipped onto the glass wall on the opposite side, which gave you a perfect view of the ocean.

"You know only married couples do this?" You questioned as you walked over to the wall.

You heard him shuffling but paid no heed; you were far more invested in the view. "I know, but you have to admit you like it. Imagine being Mrs. Oikawa … Oikawa (y/n) has a nice ring to it, don't you think" he smiles. You nod at him. "Now, love, why don't we head over to the beach? We can watch the sunset together. As the both of you get changes, Oikawa's jaw drops the second you walk out of the bathroom wearing a bathing suit that hugs you in all the right places. Accentuating the best parts of your body. "Wow (y/n), you look amazing." You see his eyes sparkle a light blush cover his cheeks. You smile at him as he holds your hand, leading you down to the beach.

As you walk down to the beach, you hear the gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene yet holding so much power. 'Thank you again for bringing me here, love.' You tell Oikawa as he sets up a towel. "Anything for you princess you how much I like to spoil you." The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the sun paint its oranges and yellows in the sky. You were distracted by the sky that you didn't see Oikawa get up on one knee; he holds your face in his palm, gently Turing you to him. "Y/N L/N, my girlfriend, my love, and my heart. I know I am not the most deserving man on this planet. I have made my fair share of mistakes. But you have changed that. You have been a source of light in one of the darkest periods of my life, so today, I am asking you will you let me be your light? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" By the time his speech ended, tears were streaming down your face.

"Yes! Yes! Thousand times, yes." You nodded.

Oikawa got up from his position, grabbing your hand and slipping on the diamond on your finger.

"You have made me the happiest man alive on this planet, Y/N." He stated. "I love you, Mrs. Oikawa."

"And I love you, Mr. Oikawa." He pulled you into a deep passionate kiss, your saliva mixing. When you pull apart, a string connects the two of you. You look around and notice that you two are the only ones left on the beach. That "Let's go swimming princess" he starts running towards the water. You feel your feet sinking into the soft sand. You pad after him towards the calm, beckoning water. Oikawa smirks at you. You screech into the quiet beach when he all of a sudden picks you up and carries you bridal-style into the sea. Bringing you further into the sea and complaining about the cold water. A droplet of water is trickling along the edge of his jaw; your focus is transfixed at its smooth descent to his chin. Your bodies are bobbing with the calm waves, up, down, up, down.

Then your eyes lock, you feel a heat building up inside you. Oikawa looks at you and sears a mark in you, and it's burning like the flames of hell all the way down to your core. With the side of his finger, he doesn't need to so much as touch you to tip your head up his way because that's how willing you are. One tilt, that's all it takes to kiss him right now. His fingers are sinking into your tender waist, and immediately you need to feel inside you. "I love you, princess" He slides his cheek against yours and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his. He dips his face in closer to your lips, nearing one another. You taste the sea on his lips, salt, and cold. It feels like diving into the ocean, plunging into the deep blue, and simply allowing your body to be swept away. His kiss is greedy, hungry, willing you to submit to him and follow his lead.

Legs wrapping around his torso in the water, his hands caress up your thighs to your ass, digging into your plump flesh with an ardor that releases damp arousal from your slit. Your own fingers grope down his chest and toy with his hair, scratching and tugging. When he nibbles on your bottom lip, and you know that you're done for. You melt like putty in his control, meeting his tongue with soft obedience you don't usually exert. Tooru .' You gasp into his mouth. 'I told you that you were gonna be screaming my name tonight, (y/n).' he says before diving back into you. Those words send the possessive animal in your mind wild with satisfaction.

Because yes, he's all yours tonight. When you feel his stiff length poke underneath you, your cunt is set ablaze with desire. Desire to sink down onto him this instant and have him pound into you amidst the ocean until you both feel faint. The desire for him to break you in half with all his might, make your eyes water with from the pleasure he stabs into you. He holds you as the both of you walk to shore together. Lips never leaving one another's. His mouth travels down to your breasts, and he doesn't hesitate to devour them from your bathing suit, suckling angry red/ purple marks down your cleavage and around your nipples. Though clothed, the prominence of his big cock burrows between your wide-open entrance, rubbing against your bikini-clad clit and making you thrust your hips further into him.

Enjoying the euphoria from his touch, you don't realize you're on land until he gently falls onto his knees and carefully places you on the towels below him. You pull him by the neck onto you. As he kisses a torching trail down your wet body, your mind is somewhere else in heaven that worships your fiancé Oikawa. His large hands kneading your exposed breasts, the wisp of his breath tingles down your stomach, tying a knot in your core. His teeth, he obscenely tugs lose the string that ties your bikini bottom together. The fabric falls loose lifelessly, revealing your soaking cunt, shimmering with want for him.

‘So wet (y/n) .’ He muses as he kisses your pelvis, finger stroking up your slick to gather the liquid of your arousal. Then he prods his finger into your mouth, your tongue compliantly lapping up your own taste, salty from the sea. 'Who made you this wet, mmm?'

'You.' You're practically pleading as he sucks viciously at your inner thigh, so close to your weeping pussy. I want you to scream my name by the time we're done." When he first links his lips to your clit, your hips buckle upwards, and fingers fly to entangle his chestnut hair. Sucking harshly on your sensitive bud, all you're capable of is squirming and writhing underneath him. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your succulence sends a shot of ecstasy down your quaking legs. Your head feels dizzy.

'"Fuck!' You whine. "You like that, princess ?' When he looks up at you, a wet smirk on his lips breathing hot air into your cunt, a coil winds in your stomach. T-Tooru.' Your grip on his hair tightens.

Then he's gorging you like a feast, tongue fluttering on your swollen bundle of nerves, your kryptonite, teeth scraping along your folds seductively. After several licks of your entrance, he pushes two digits into your gummy cunt. The ease in, lubricated by your moist walls that welcome the pressure of his intrusion into you like the open sea. He draws wide circles inside you, and it feels like your innards are being stirred to perfection by a metal rod. In the meantime, his assault on your clit doesn't falter, rhythmically hitting his tongue against you. Allowing the vibrations of his humming to penetrate your core. Looking down, this is simply the most beautiful sight you've ever witnessed. Oikawa's brown eyes glimpsing up at you hungrily, face buried nose-deep in your pussy. Hands gripping under your thighs that are rested on his shoulders, the beautiful scenery of the sunset, its glow onto you, and the ocean in the background play a symphony to your moans and his filthy slurps.

Suddenly, an explosion of pleasure arrives at your clit. 'Oh, fuck yes!' You screech, throat raw from the pure elation that washes over you. The throbbing in your cunt releases at his continuous friction, pulsating so wildly you think you will burst. His fingers pump out your high as he sucks one last time, long and hard, on your beating clit. 'Ah… Oh my god… Tooru…' he emerges from between your legs to breathe. You watch as your fluid dribble down his chin lewdly, your thumb swipes to catch the wetness.

'How was that?' Untangling his arms from your legs, he walks up on his elbows to meet your lips in a tender kiss.

'Wow.' You utter against his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head for dramatic effect. 'Let's continue back in our room.' Quickly you do up your bikini, impatient for more.

Without needing another word, Oikawa sweeps you into his arms, gathers all your belongings, and hastily carries you back to your hotel located just a minute away from the beach. Although, it takes much longer than a minute for you to arrive, seeing as multiple detours are made along the way, fondling behind a tree, kissing in the elevator, and missing your floor.

And when you're finally in the confines of your shared room, he pins you to the closed door, not even bothering to switch on the lights, lips latched onto your magnetizing neck. Your wrists trapped in his grip against the hardwood, you ache to touch him as his teeth find your earlobe. Nipping at your soft round flesh, a pleasant shock is sent down your spine at the twinge of pain. 'Tooru…' You sigh. He pulls away to stare into your beseeching eyes. 'What do you want me to do to you, princess?' His voice is a low grumble of dominance, digging its talons into your brain.

'I want… I want you to fuck me until I cry.' In the dark of the room, your attention flickers to the sunset terrace outside. 'Right on that balcony over there.'

Something in his eyes ignites at your suggestion. Filled with lust, he brings you through the glass door that opens to the fresh setting night. 'You want me to fuck you right here, princess? For everyone to see?' Danger lurking one kiss away, you sense the precarious position his mind is at. So you reach down and grab his hard cock over his shorts and tip his mind to a carnal desire.

'P-please, Tooru.' The name is the last straw for him. His breath hitches as you tug down his pants and allow his enormous cock to spring free. Spinning you around roughly, he bends you over onto the rail of the balcony and strips off your swimsuit in one deft gesture. From here, you have an unobstructed view of the coast, lined by bustling bars and closing restaurants. The neighboring terraces are a meters away; if anyone walks out now, they would horrifically witness Oikawa about to pound into you from behind. Your heart is beating in the excitement of the risk as well as the anticipation of his cock. Not being able to see him, he can thrust into you any moment now; he must be reveling in such control he holds. Then you feel it, his large thick round tip pressing against your entrance curiously. Your legs shake expectantly while fresh arousal leaks out of you, mixing with his precum he's plowing into you. 'Begone more time for me (y/n). Please, Tooru.' Allowing the words to drag out on your tongue, you twist your neck to look at him with large pleading eyes. He looks like a king, towering over you with this much assertion, relishing in the power he holds above you in this very moment.

Hands holding your hips in place, he slams his thick member into your gaping tight pussy in one forceful plunge. You can't help but cry out at the sheer stretch of your walls he's spanning. fuck, he's so big he makes it feels like your first time together all over again. All you think at first is an incredible cinching of your core, the ache of him impaling his rigid shaft through the resisting pressure of your tight pussy. He's fucking massive. He seems to know it as well because he gives you a second to adjust to his size, palm scaling smoothly up the hill of your back to gather your hair in his hand. Then he is pummelling into you, hips slapping against your bottom, ringing such vulgar sounds in your ears. His cock, hard as if carved from marble, piercing through the pain and molding a thing of sweet, sweet pleasure inside you. You grip the rail so tight its edge gouges marks into your skin, your head hung low between your tense arms.

'Fu-uckk princess, you ohhh feel so good around me," he groans. At this angle, his cock is curving up the wrong way into you, jabbing in places that make you go crazy. A part of your soul is no longer with you, propelled elsewhere by his ceaseless merciless attack on your pussy. You feel a sting on your butt. He spanks a searing hot mark into your ass cheek. The sharp pain is refreshing alongside the dull ache behind the euphoric throb he is penetrating into you. "Princess, I love hearing your whimpers their so cute" Another slap echoes in your ears, and you welcome it by curving your back more to tip your tush higher for him.

'Tooru, you fuck me so good.' you egg him on further, stroking his ego as your tight squishy walls are clenching his dick. Pounding into you with such vigor and violence that your folds are beginning to sting.

Moans that fall from his lips tingle at your clit, which you start to play with to add to your stimulation. Another smack on your ass, this time so surprising that you scream out. 'Yes, be loud for me. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.' He coaxes. Oikawa begins to slow, which you know is a sign that he's close but doesn't cum yet. He bends over you, your hair still tied around his wrist, and nips at the shell of your ear. You've never known your ear to be such a sensitive area, for when his tongue flickers at your inner shell, a shudder convulses through you. Leaving slobbery kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

You wanna Finish on the bed, princess ?' You nod, and Oikawa embraces you from behind; his strong arm comes under your cold lonely breasts that perk up at his attention, his wet cock sitting between your red ass cheeks. The hum of his deep rasp on your neck sends your head lolling back onto his sweat-covered chest. His lips seal yours as he walks you back into the room, leaving the glass door open for the night breeze to grace you. Amidst the rough sex, you treasure such a soft, delicate moment on your tongue, delighting in the way the tips of his fingers trace up your side. When his hand slithers up to your face, you melt into the warm flesh of his palm, mouth opening up for him to unfurl into.

Then the back of your knees hit the bed, and you know it's about to begin again. Without breaking the union of your lips, you clamber onto the sheets with his frame hovering over you. Grappling on his neck, you drag Oikawa on top of you as your head sinks down onto the plush of the pillow.

He sucks on your plump bottom lip one last time before pulling away. Fluid still profusely oozing out of the slit of his tip, he perches between your legs. 'How do you want it, my future wife?' His tone is endearing, yet eyes his eyes are hungry.

Impatient for him to fill you to the brim again, you lift both your legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. 'Like this please, husband.' That's all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives. It's a different type of ache this time, more targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues, you thrust into you, balls swinging at your ass, a build-up of sensitivity gathers at your core.

You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.

'Keep going.' You whimper the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes. You try to keep them open, watch his tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flows down your temple. 'I'm so close.' Oikawa moans, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him; with an even more arduous determination, he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. The sole purpose now is to reach the climax awaiting him; he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching cock.

And for the second and third time this night, your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. 'Tooru, I'm-' You're a crying thrashing mess beneath him, drool dribbling out of your mouth and teary eyes, the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.

You won't be able to walk straight tomorrow; you're sure of it.

Oikawa watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him. "(Y/n) I'm gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?" His thrusts start to get sloppy than what they were from the beginning. He starts to pound into and with one final thrust, he shoots his cum in spurts deep inside you. He pulls himself out a string of cum attached to his tip. He sees you haven't moved in your original position, still dazed out from what just happened. He spreads your puffy lips apart. He sees his cum seeping out of you and onto the bed. Oikawa leans down and touches your cheek; you snap out of your trance. "amazing, Tooru." You were too tired to finish your sentence. Oikawa smiles "you were fantastic; I'm so lucky to have you as my future wife." He kissed your temple and carried you off to the bath.

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falconcoast · 3 years

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fate | childe x reader

on the island of ogygia, you are serving out an eternal punishment from the gods. every once in a hundred years, a warrior will come upon your shores. you will tend to them, and fall for them, until they inevitably leave you. rinse, repeat, and you recognize love as the cruelest force of them all.

but this man, ajax, seems different.

au; based on the myth of calypso and odysseus! lots of pjo references!

tags; angsttttttt and slowburnnnnn

a/n: whipped this up in a day 8) excuse any plot holes here.

when your ajax washed upon the shores of your island, you only sighed. walking over to him, he was perfectly dry. his red hair was caked in sand, and there were several scars on his arms and legs. he was dressed like a typical greek warrior, in white robes and dented armor. a hydro vision sat on his hip, indicating why he wasn’t soaked.

you wondered when he would ask to go home. you prayed that it was soon.

like you had to any visitor to your paradise, you hauled him up from the beach and to your humble cottage atop of the hills. while you pulled the unconscious man by the arm, you admired your eden. the hills were covered from head to toe with jungle, and bright, tropical flowers. the stone pathway to your house was smoothed from centuries of use. the house itself was white brick, a story high, and had white clay roofs.

as you opened the door, you continued to your room. you placed the man gently on your cot, before staring at him a long while. he breathed evenly, sunlight painting his face an ethereal white. briefly, you brushed the sand off of his face, before continuing about your day.

he stayed unconscious for the following two days. you took it upon yourself to treat him with some herbs on the island and your magic, but you didn’t worry for him. none of the warriors that came to ogygia ever died.

you were gardening in your courtyard when he had awoke. it was a typical tuesday afternoon as you snipped off some stray tendrils on your trellises. the fountain water flowed as the sun shined down through the boughs of trees and onto the white tiles of your atrium. your back was turned to him as you continued to cut.

“good afternoon,” you hummed as his footsteps stopped at the door to the courtyard. “i am pleased to see that my herbs and magical have worked well.”

“wh-who are you?” he asked, voice croaky. “where am i?”

“i am y/n, and your caretaker for the time being. the gods have sent you here, though i do not know why,” you recited as you had for the last few millennia, moving to observe the sea down beyond your courtyard and beyond your home. “welcome to ogygia.”

“it’s so...nice here. and you say that the gods have sent me here? after all that i have done?” he asked.

“yes. that is what happen when you come my island. the gods send a hero to me and i must take care of them,” you said, before turning around, but you stopped in your speech.

the man still had bed head, locks looking more like a mop. he was lean and tall, with the brightest blue eyes that you had ever seen. he stared back with the same fervor, cutely and curiously tilting his head. “state your name, warrior,” you eventually settled on, moving to observe one of your flowerbeds.

“ajax,” he replied curtly, still standing awkwardly at the doorway. “i was a hero in the trojan war, and now i am here.”

“ajax,” you echoed softly, liking the way it rolled off of your tongue. “a beautiful name.”

“thank you, y/n. your name is pleasant as well.”

you didn’t know much about him, but you liked the way he said your name.

ajax was a curious figure. he wandered the island’s beaches by himself, still slightly limping from his injuries, and probably because of the way you dragged him to your house the first evening.

the first week that he was here, he kept mostly to himself. the man ate all of your meals without complaints, he spent most of his days reading old stories about high princes and scholars in his room, and he was in bed by nine o’clock sharp. you couldn’t help but find it a little strange that he was so different from the people that usually came to your home, but you didn’t mind.

the second week he was there, ajax bloomed with conversation. he never strayed from your side for long, accompanying you on the most menial tasks, like walking to and from the beach to pick up pieces of driftwood. he discussed anything and everything, ranging from the collection of myths in his guest room to his family back in aeacus to his lineage.

you absentmindedly listened to him, preferring to stare at the horizon as he talked on. you knew that he, too, would be on the horizon one day.

“y/n, are you going out today?” the ginger asked at breakfast one morning. you perked in surprise; he hadn’t asked you anything before. when he did come along with you, he did it on his own accord.

you skirted around the white kitchen, grabbing a plate to finish plating his breakfast. “yes,” you said before placing his breakfast before him. “you should really eat more, ajax. i don’t want you to keep walking around limp.”

“oh? you worry for me?” he chuckled, before placing his elbow on the table and a hand on his cheek. “that’s sweet.”

“ajax,” you began to scold him, but paused. he looked at you curiously, awaiting your response. instead, you gazed at the young man, looking as the sunlight made his eyes turn all the hues of the sea. clearing your throat, you turned back into the kitchen, fiddling with the handle of the cabinet. “that’s my job. the gods have sent me here to nurse you to health, and i must oblige. it is my ability as a sorceress, and ruler of the island.”

“hmph, you’re really dedicated to your work,” he said before digging at his breakfast.

no words followed the rest of the meal.

when all was done, you cleaned up. as you wiped down your table, you stared at your visitor, who leaned out the window. he admired the ocean, and commented on how it must be nice living on paradise. you cringed at his comment, thinking back on centuries anguish that you had faced before.

“it’s time to go, ajax,” you said, grabbing a basket off the counter. “though, i cannot say i approve of you coming with me, considering your leg. you should really stay in your room, where it is safe--”

“safe?!” he half-laughed. “y/n, don’t worry. i’m a hero, aren’t i? you yourself said so.”

you did not respond, instead turning out the door with ajax in tow.

heading out the courtyard, you took a left away from your rows and rows of lattices and crops. the two of you wandered into the deep parts of the forest covering the hills of ogygia, sitting in comfortable silence until ajax went and broke it.

“how long have you been here?” he asked quietly, reaching out to touch an emerald-colored plant, but you smacked his hand. instead, you reached for a collection of nuts behind it. you tossed it in the basket.

“don’t touch those. they’ll make a mortal like you itch terribly,” you shook your head. “i have been doing this since the titans have fell from power. it is my punishment, for siding with my father in the titan war.”

“you’re immortal?!” he cried out before you gave him a sharp look.

“you didn’t know? some hero that the gods say you are,” you replied. “every other century or so, a hero gets washed upon my shores. i take care of them, and then they leave, eventually. they all do.”

“it seems like a benign punishment to me. you get a whole island to yourself, you live in paradise, and your only burden is to heal a warrior. and you live forever, too. you almost are like a god.��

you only huffed at his comments. if only he knew the true burden of your punishment. “i suppose it is a pleasant life to live out for the rest of my days. it can get lonely, sometimes, but i do not think i am in a position to complain.” when you walked on and did not hear him behind you, you snapped around. “ajax? ajax, where have you gone?”

“hey, look!” he cried from behind you suddenly, making you drop your basket. squeaking, you put a hand to your mouth, only to drop it when you felt his hand come up to your face. he showed you the bright colored flower briefly. it was the kind that glowed the most pure white in the light, and he placed it in your hair.

“it looked beautiful. i wanted to say thank you for taking care of me. i thought that it would match you,” he said, oblivious of the weight of his words, you reached to touch the petals gently, heat flushing to your cheeks.

“thank you, ajax. but please, do not leave me like that again. it scares me.”

you couldn’t tell what was louder: the distant crash of the waves upon the shore, or your heartbeat when he smiled at you.

“time on ogygia runs differently,” you said one afternoon as you weaved through the groves of the island. the sun had begun to set as you sat down in the field of white flowers. a blanket was set in the patch of dirt, and you watched as ajax demolished the picnic basket.

“how so?” your visitor asked with a full mouth.

“ogygia exists everywhere and nowhere at the exact same time. it is an imaginary plane of existence, one that only those who the gods choose can be there. thus, the time runs differently. what may be a day here could be a week where you’re from. it is a gamble, really,” you explained, as you reached for a butterfly that skirted over the pristine petals. it landed on your hand, and you admired it.

“so you’re saying that an unknown amount of time has passed since i’ve come here?” he said with a tilt of his head, orange hair moving in motion with it.

“yes,” you replied, letting the azure butterfly flutter on your finger.

“ah. well, that’s fine. i like it here, after all,” he replied casually.

while you were in the middle of turning to show him your butterfly, your arm landed on your folded knees, gone slack. briefly, you felt a spark of hope, but you doused it almost immediately. no one could break your curse, not even someone who wanted to.

“this butterfly,” you whispered, letting it rest on the back of his hand. he took it curiously, before busily playing with it. “this butterfly matches your eyes, ajax.”

“do you know my true curse, ajax?” you asked on a rainy night as you sat on the railing of your porch, kicking your legs out. the usual chirps and twitter from the birds had been silenced by the downpour. water skirted down your legs, but you didn’t mind. your guest sat next to you, in a somber mood.

“no, i don’t. it’s also because you never tell me anything, but--”

“oh, hush,” you laughed, before letting yourself lean into him. “every few centuries or so, a visitor will wash upon my shores, and i must hear to it that they are healed. and then they leave forever, with no way of coming back.” “you told me that everyday for the first six weeks i was here,” he chuckled, but you playfully hit his arm.

“now, though the gods have blessed me with a relatively alright punishment, a crime against the gods is still a crime against the gods. and supporting my father was the greatest sin of all.

“you know, the first warrior that came to my shore was the most stunning man i have ever met. long blonde hair, sterling gray eyes. he was a hero from a distant lands. when he eventually up and left me, i realized that this was my true curse; i would fall in love whoever came to me. and you are but one of the thousands of people i have met, or will meet. and because i am immortal, and because i am always going to fall in love with the hero, it is torture. they did always say that love was the cruelest element of all.”

“does that mean…” he began, but you knew he already knew the answer to the unfinished question.

“if you could only see your face, ajax. of course, you. i am in love with you,” you whispered, before turning your back to him. “i hope that you do not feel the same. it will be more painful when you leave me forever, then.”

“tell me something about you that i don’t know,” you asked one night, as you looked upon the indigo waves. the sun had long set, and a crescent moon was stitched into the sky. stars and lightning peppered the celestial sky, twinkling down upon you and your visitor. the sand was gentle against your feet as you both walked through the shore.

“i’m related to poseidon. that’s why i like making you come to the beach with me so often,” he began, but you shook your head.

“i already knew that. something more.”

“i...i was trained by the great chiron?”

“you told me that two days after you woke up.”

“i have a large family?”

“you also already told me that,” you said, before crossing your arms. “oh, forget it. let us retire for the night, since we will get nothing done discussing this.”

“w-wait!” he said suddenly, grabbing at your hand and pulling you in. you were met with his chest, and a beating heart that reminded you of his humanity. “there is something i need to tell you, and that you don’t know.”

a foreign, yet all familiar feeling set in your chest. it was the same that you felt when you and ajax had a picnic in the grove of white flowers. “yes, ajax?” you murmured softly, looking at him, and somewhere in you was begging for a confession.

“i...i think i--never mind. you probably know already, don’t you? you know everything about me,” he resigned with flushed cheeks, before abruptly going back towards the house.

you watched as he went, pulling a hand to your chest.

“if you could meet teucer, you would love him,” he said as you tended to your flowerbeds.

“i’m sure your family is lovely,” you said in return, before angrily yanking out a weed from the dirt. it did not belong in a place of beauty.

you knew what he was going to say next, and you had prayed for this day to come. when he would finally admit that he wanted to go home, when he finally said aloud that it was his time to leave you as countless other warriors had done before, you would spare yourself from anymore heartbreak. you would be allowed to begin building his raft home, and you would be left to your own devices once more.

“i miss them,” he said aloud, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. “i miss my home.”

“thank the gods,” you murmured, dusting your hands on your pristine white robes. you ignored the stains it left, and brushed past him. “i was wondering when you would say that, ajax. it is time to prepare, then.”

“wh-what do you mean?” he asked, but you were halfway to the door.

“it means that you must go back to your home that you speak so fondly of, now that you have finally admitted it,” you whispered, letting your voice carry with the breeze. “you must go back to your family, ajax. i am going to prepare a raft and supplies for you to take home. it will be ready in a matter of days.”

as you left him alone in the courtyard, you hurriedly went to your room. ajax was just another boy who had washed upon your shores, one in a infinite number to come.

and still, you loved him, you loved him, you loved him like it was the first time you had ever felt such a thing. you loved him like you hadn’t been left in heartbreak all alone countless times before. you loved ajax like you would offer him everything to just have him be there.

but the fates would always untie the dream that you had so carefully crafted in your mind. it was a punishment, and ogygia would eternally be your prison.

like you had centuries ago over the previous young hero who came to your waters, you began to sob. you didn’t care that your room was right next to the courtyard and if ajax was still there and would hear you.

it wasn’t like he would be around much longer, anyways.

the last days with ajax were silent. he did not bother to say anything, but stuck by your side as you gathered wood and vines to craft your raft. from morning to night on the beach, you weaved the float with the same tenderness and care that you had dozens of times before.

he wandered ogygia, sometimes bringing figs for you to eat and that would be left untouched. he picked bundles of flowers, though you weren’t sure why, as they would most certainly die before he would be able to give it to his family. those also lay on the sands next to you. only the distant chirps of the birds and the ocean beyond you filled the quiet. when it was done, you made final touches with your magic, as you had done before.

getting your heart broken was a rinse and repeat cycle. you hardly cared anymore.

on the day of your guest’s departure, you did try to put in some effort to leave a lasting an impression on him. you weren’t sure why; it wasn’t like he was going to remember you anyways.

you made him breakfast and sat across from him, only drinking in his good looks. the sun, as it always was in ogygia, shined down on him, illuminating his eyes brilliant blue. and then, for the first time in days, the silence was broken.

“thank you for the meal, y/n,” he said simply, forcing out a smile.

“you are very welcome, ajax,” you replied curtly before leaning back in your chair. “so, what would you like to do on your last day? or would you like to set off immediately?”

“no!” he snapped out, making you turn your head in surprise. “i-i mean, no. i want to spend all of my last day with you.”

you almost allowed yourself to smile before you resigned from your spot at the table. “very well. whatever you wish for, i shall give it to you.”

when breakfast was done, you and ajax walked side by side. you headed towards the grove of white flowers first. the two of you told each other what you would do when the other was gone. ajax said that if he could, he would continue being a general in that trojan war he was talking about so eagerly the first few weeks. you said that you would continue taking care of the flora and the fauna of the island.

you failed to mention that he would be on your mind for the rest of eternity.

as you continued circling the island, discussing the most menial things like you had done in months previous, you felt your heart sink a little more with each step. ajax would be leaving you forever, and with no hope of coming back.

you pushed down an itch to beg ajax to stay, knowing it was fruitless. you could offer him everything, the island, immortality, yourself if it meant he would stay for a while longer.

as the sun began to wane in the sky, you looked at it, deciding that it was time to let go of him. it was selfish of you to try and keep him, when he did not belong to you.

“i...i suppose this is goodbye then, ajax,” you said quietly, folding your hands behind your back as you approached the raft. the waves drowned out your voice as you both looked at the float. it was only built for one, and that one would have to be the guest standing beside you. “the raft will take you wherever you need to go.”

“don’t say it like that,” he said, voice shaking a little bit. “you’re going to be on my mind, always.”

“don’t say stuff like that,” you responded just as quickly before stopping in your tracks. “you know that this will be only more painful for me.”

“do you remember that night we went to the grove and you showed me a butterfly?” he asked suddenly, turning to face you. confusedly, you searched his eyes.

“i do,” you recalled. “of course i do.”

“i fell for you, right then and there,” he confessed, and you felt your arms go slack. “i knew that i wanted to be with you, and only you, then.”

“ajax…” you let your voice trail off. when you spoke again, your voice was wobbly and tears pricked your eyes. “you’re leaving. please, don’t be cruel, and say no more.”

“but i can’t, y/n,” he half-laughed, still in tune with his ever childish demeanor. “i can’t go on the raft without telling you that. can i please say it?”

he reached for your hands, taking them in his own and only regretfully smiled. “i love you too, y/n. i adore you, wholly and completely.”

you let go of his hands in a hurry and began to cry uncontrollably. your tears fell down insignificantly as your shoulders shook. looking up at him, you pierced his gaze. “did you have to reciprocate my feelings? all this time, all this time, i have been waiting for you to leave so i can wallow in my own sorrow. and yet you are here, saying that you love me back. could it be anymore bittersweet?”

folding into his arms, he caught you steadily, and his lips met yours. the kiss was salty and awkward and everything that you had ever wished for from ajax. your arms were over his neck as you embraced, letting the sun go down and holding onto each other like a lifeline.

when you broke apart eventually, chests heaving and lips bruised, you looked him dead in the eyes. sniffling, you only choked out a smile. “i know what you’re going to ask, ajax. no, the fates will not allow for a prolonged stay on ogygia. i’ve tried before, believe me. all i can do now is let you go.”

he sat on the raft, and you kneeled at him, looking him in the eyes one last time. “y/n, i swear on the styx that we shall meet again in this lifetime, and i will save you from this wretched paradise,” he whispered suddenly, and you stared at the ethereal color of his eyes.

“do not swear on the styx river. it’s impossible,” you replied, cradling his cheek. he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, and more than likely dreaming of a world where you could be together. “i do not wish for you to not be able to say an oath you cannot keep and face the consequences.”

“i don’t care. it shall be done, if only for you,” ajax replied, kissing the inside of your hand.

“you always were a dreamer,” you laughed, before rolling your eyes and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “this is it then, ajax. goodbye, my love. be safe.”

“i will see you again,” he promised, before you were the one to push his raft off of the beach and into the shore.

as he disappeared into the ocean’s embrace, you sat down and thought of butterflies.

time in ogygia ran differently.

you didn’t know how long it had been in mortal time, but to you, it had felt like centuries. there had been no other heroes to wash up on the shore in a millenia.

with every passing day, you thought of ajax as you tended to the white flowers. his grin was so vivid in your eyes, and you missed him dearly. there wasn’t a day that went by that you prayed to the gods that he did not break his oath.

as you sat in the grove of white flowers, you saw a blue butterfly that reminded you of his azure eyes. sighing, you let it land on your finger, watching it crawl up to your nail. “you remind me of ajax, do you know that?” you told the insect, staring at its almost transparent azure wings in the light.

“this flower reminds me of you, do you know that?” a familiar voice suddenly said and you snapped your gaze away from the butterfly. your jaw dropped as you saw a ship, and a beautiful man standing a mere few feet away from you. his hair was a little longer, and he had an added scar or two on his arm. as you rose, he met you halfway, shyly holding out the flower for you. you let him place the flower in your hair, and you placed the butterfly on his finger.

“hi, my love,” he whispered in a grin. ajax grunted at the force of your embrace, before kissing your on the lips in a greeting. you felt yourself place a hand over his heartbeat, reminding you that he was real and here and all that you had ever dreamed of had come true.

the butterfly flew away, along with any of your worries of ajax.

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AD ASTRA - CHAPTER SIX

CHPT VI. THE SAND

Description: A shoot out between the Crest and an advancing bounty hunter leaves your trio no choice but to land on the sandy planet you once called home.

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AD ASTRA MASTERLIST

Din Djarin x Jedi!reader series. Friends to lovers, (Somewhat) slowburn, female!reader, JEDI!READER, possible smut, jealous!mando, reader has problematic childhood, fluff, saviour complex!mando, canon star wars characters mentioned, Obi wan x padawan!reader, dad!obi wan, general star wars bloodshed etc

Chapter Triggers - ghosts, electricity, tough childhood, lost family, use of blaster/g*n.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

“To the stars through hardships”

"This is Mos Eisley Tower. We are tracking you. Head for bay 3-5-5. Over.'' You huffed in the passenger chair at the sound of the radio signal. The job on Kijimi ended quite uneventfully, with you handing Jjori over as unconscious as he was when you left the city.

Of course the men had something to say when they saw your arm covered in the thick, red blood that had spurted from the animal in the midst of the chaos. They had taunted you, joking that even a little man like Jjori must have put up a good fight to deal such a violent blow to you. Before you could reply, Mando had informed them that you had killed the huge beast that followed Jjori’s commands and their smirk’s were wiped clean.

You had smiled under your black kerchief the whole way back to the Crest, fighting the urge to squeeze Mando into a bone crushing hug for his comment.

For the briefest of days, you had been in peace; floating around hyperspace, waiting for another job to present itself. You had returned the man's cape to him, strangely finding yourself missing the warm material and the earthy undertones of smell that came along with it. The two of you carried on the way you had been; just eating, sleeping, playing the occasional card game to pass the time.

The peace was short-lived however as already another bounty hunter had tracked the kid down to the Razor Crest, leaving your trio in a high-speed chase through the atmosphere that you had barely escaped from alive. The ship had taken substantial damage, judging by blaring alarms and flashing lights coming from the dashboard, and the fact Mando had frantically steered you to the nearest planet possible.

And, as if the day hadn't been bad enough, that planet just so happened to be Tatooine.

This was where Obi-Wan had raised you for nearly eleven rotations after Order 66 until you were taken from him. For that time, it had just been the two of you and the force, watching over Luke as he grew to be a young boy. You’d had strict instructions not to interact with him in case you revealed his force signature to anyone looking for him, but it was nice seeing him, he looked so much like Anakin at times. You had tried coming back, attempting to hijack Shenzi’s personal two-man ship the week after you got to Felucia, but she had caught you before you could figure out how to start the damn thing and went even harder on you in your training sessions as a punishment. You’d missed home, missed Tatooine and the older man who you called father and would have done anything to return, and now you couldn’t stand the sight of the place.

You had terribly painful memories here, but you were in no position to request Mando find somewhere else, not that you would likely make it either with the state the ship was in.

Most of all, you weren't looking forward to the damn sand on this maker-forsaken planet.

"We'll have to stop here for now while the ship is repaired. Judging by the dash, this thing's gonna need an experienced hand." Mando explained, steering the Razor Crest to hover over the bay. You knew this landing was going to be rough with how heavy the ship had been mutilated in the fight. But to your surprise, Mando was able to coax the hunk of metal into a smooth stop with a delicacy that you hadn't expected from a man in thick, beskar armour. He knew his way around a wheel, you noted as if the earlier chase hadn't told you as much. "I have a feeling we'll need to take up a bounty to cover the cost of the repairs."

"Very well. I'm happy to stay with the child and the ship in case anyone comes after him," Truthfully, you just wanted to stay near the Crest as it provided the promise of leaving Tatooine the second it was possible for you to do so. That, and you couldn't quite bring yourself to venture too far out into the place you knew would cause you deep, painful remembrance.

Mando nodded, picking up the child where he lay sleeping in the seat next to him. He held the baby close, climbing down the ladder to the hull of the ship, tucking him into his sleeping quarters as you followed to assess the damage from the outside of the ship.

The door to the ship slowly lowered with a groan of protest to reveal a small workshop area, three little pit droids chittering and rushing to get to work on the battered Crest. You smiled at their cute little noises, not even noticing your companion pulling out his blaster until a charge was shot at one of them and it curled up on itself out of fear. The other two scrambled out the way, somewhat robotic screams leaving their voice boxes.

You rolled your eyes at the man's actions, jumping off the ramp to inspect the right engine which seemed to have taken the brunt force of the attack as Mando got chewed out by the mechanic with tightly curled hair who, no doubt, owned the droids he was using as target practice.

"Just keep them away from my ship," Mando's deep voice met your ears, but you were too busy sticking your head between the propellers, wincing when you saw the marring inside the machinery. You knew enough about repairing and mechanics to get by, Anakin had always had a fascination with such things and loved to teach you new tips and tricks to mend droids. He was good at fixing things.

You tried to push the man from your mind but the familiarity of the dust lingering thickly in the air was teasing it out of the darkest depth of your brain. He had been here, they both had.

"Yeah? You think that's a good idea, do ya? Let's look at your ship." The mechanic banged on the outer side of the hull only to have something rattle and clatter as a response, "Look at that." She continued to examine the damage, her face seemingly shocked the pair of you had even reached Mos Eisley in the state it was in, "Oh, you got a lot of carbon scoring building up top. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in a shootout."

You shot the Mandalorian an amused look at that, to which he just stared at his ship woefully, racking up how much all this would cost in his mind. You both quickly came to the conclusion he would definitely need to take on a job, maybe even two at this rate. So much for keeping a low profile, Din thought to himself.

"Special tool for that one. I'm gonna have to rotate that. You got a fuel leak! Look at that, this is a mess! How did you even land?" The mousey brown-haired mechanic shook her head at the damage, returning to the Mandalorian with a serious look on her face, "That's gonna set you back."

"I've got 500 Imperial Credits." Mando tried to reason as you walked to stand next to him to face the woman yourself, satisfied with your own assessment. You were hoping the mechanic wasn’t trying to scam you for all you were worth but even you couldn't lie; it wasn't looking good.

"That's all you got?" Her thick locks bounced as she turned her head to face the little pit droids that had scarpered out the way upon Mando's shot, "Well what do you guys think? That should at least cover the hangar."

"I'll help out where I can," You offered, a weird humble feeling passing over you at the thought of getting to work repairing things again as you had spent your free time doing with Anakin. On his home planet too, no less. You could practically hear him complaining about the sand dunes, and for once you didn't mind entertaining yourself with the idea of hearing his voice. It brought you a semblance of comfort in fact, even if it was just your mind making things up. Maker, you missed him.

You pulled the kerchief down your face, and around your neck at the thick heat attacking your skin. You had forgotten how unforgiving the Tatooine suns were, and already your throat was drying up the withered air.

"I'll get you your money," Mando said hostilely, though you figured the man was probably just pissed he would have to go find work instead of staying and watching the kid. Judging by the fact you had barely even touched the child since taking the position of co-carer to him, it wouldn't surprise you if he was more worried about leaving you to watch over him while he was gone.

The older lady looked at the pair of you, doubt clouding her eyes and her lips pressed into a thin line, "Hmm... I've heard that before."

"Just remember-" Mando tried to start before the mechanic waved him off.

"Yeah. No droids. I heard ya. You don't have to say it twice." She sassed, moving over to her workbench to collect her tools for the long job ahead of her.

She was charming, you thought sarcastically.

Din turned to you, and you tried to smile at him reassuringly though it wasn't all that convincing. "Relax. I'll be here to watch the kid."

"That's what I'm worried about." You stared up at the man, mouth agape at his cutting remark. You feigned a smile and smacked him across his shoulder when you heard a slight rumble of a laugh from his vocoder, shaking your hand when you realised it had probably hurt you more than it had him.

"I'll try to do what I can so that she doesn't leave you creditless. Though I don't see why I should after that little comment."

Din nodded quietly. "Thank you," He said simply, going to walk out of the workshop to go search for a job that would cover the extortionate cost the mechanic was proposing, before he stopped briefly to take one last look at you, "I'll be back soon. Stay safe, please."

You looked at him, eyebrows quirking upwards at the request, the slightest of his affections feeling foreign to your ears. You recovered quickly, however, nodding at him and flashing him one of those pearly smiles, "I will if you will, bucket head,"

Mando lingered but for a moment longer, before he turned and left the workshop. You watched him go, an odd feeling of worry crossing over you. Tatooine was not for the faint-hearted, with its scorching heat and even crueller cold nights, and those horrendous Tusken raiders lurking around. You knew he was more than capable of handling himself, he was a Mandalorian for Maker's sake, but still, you hoped he would return in one piece soon. Dare you say, you would even miss him. There was a moment of silence between you and the mechanic as the older woman dug around her toolbox.

"I know some stuff myself," You spoke up, walking over to the mop of sandy brown curls, "I can offer you a second pair of hands if you're not using the droids."

"Well, that would be very useful, miss...?" The lady paused, suggesting an introduction with her tone.

"Ash Dothronan," You replied with your alias, shaking the woman's weathered hand. You hoped that Shenzi, wherever she was no doubt raising hell, didn't mind you using her last name for the time being.

"Peli Motto," She responded, handing you some tools you quickly understood you would need for the damage inside the right engine, "You think you could get started on that motor that's been beaten up?"

"You got it. I'll give you a shout if I need advice, maker knows you'll be more helpful than me."

So you did just that. You weren't sure you could do much about the rattling in the hull so you were thankful when Peli got started on that herself but luckily you had a good idea of how to repair engines. Sure, you had practised on much smaller ones than these, usually on speeders that Anakin brought in to fiddle around with, but how different could they really be?

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"Blue goes there. Red and yellow wires cross." You muttered to yourself, eyes narrowed on the panel you had pried open inside the right engine, "Turn that to the right a little. Fiddle with that wire a bit and hopefully..."

Nothing happened.

You grunted in frustration, shoving the screwdriver between your jaws to hold while you undid the process and went in a different direction.

Turns out speeders and full-blown space ships were very different, though you cursed yourself for being so naive as to think they wouldn't be. While you had an idea of which parts went where, the sheer size difference was what was messing with your head the most. Plus the fact you were hanging upside down from the wing of the Razor Crest to reach the route of the problem. The change in perspective meaning you were making dumb mistakes, and the fact you was a little rusty and out of practice didn't help either. You were sure you had electrocuted yourself at least five times, your fingers throbbing and sore from your clumsiness.

You barely even realised Mando had come back from his search for a bounty until you heard Peli's yelling.

"I'm awake, I'm awake!" You assumed she was simply talking to the child who you had been forced to introduce to the mechanic after he wandered out of the Crest confused and looking for his carers. Peli had offered to watch over him on her lunch break, scolding you for leaving the child on his own without someone watching him, but in your defence, you were completely alien to the concept of taking care of babies. How were you to know they can't be left even when they slept? You had promised Mando you would keep an eye on the kid, but you had meant more making sure he didn't leave the workshop, not keeping him by your side at all times. You probably should have made that more clear as it left the beskar clad man fretting when he returned for some luggage only to find Peli holding the child and no trace of the woman he'd left in charge of him. You continued with your work, sure you were about to have the engine close to working as it should and completely missed the fact the beskar man was ready to give you an earful as he confronted the guilty-looking mechanic.

"Give him to me," Mando ordered deeply, pointing to the dazed child who had rudely been awoken by the loud man.

"Not so fast," Peli scolded, tucking the child under her arm and nodding to the occupied wing of the crest, "Your girlfriend there was busy working on your ship so I said I'd watch the little womp rat."

"She's not my girlf-" Din was cut off by a loud grunt of pain and an iridescent spark flew out of his right engine. His head snapped to the source, only just noticing you who seemed to be dangling over the edge of the metal frame dangerously.

"Maker, does she have a death wish or something," Peli tutted, turning her attention back to the Mandalorian who shook his head at your position. Of course, you of all people would find yourself in that situation instead of using a ladder like a normal person, "Anyway, I started the repair on the fuel leak. There you go." She knocked harshly on her machine that showed the diagnostics, "I had a couple of setbacks I wanna talk to you about. You know I didn't use any droids as requested, so it took me a lot longer than I expected even with your friend's help. But I figured you two were good for the money since you have an extra mouth to feed."

Din collected the small backpack of resources he needed for his job with Toro Calican, traipsing back down the ramp of the ship and staring at the woman who seemed to have a permanent frown on her face. "Thank you," He said once more, as he had done before he left the workshop not an hour earlier and Peli noted that he clearly wasn't one for words.

You were determined to get this blasted machine running before Mando got back from his job. Wiping away the sweat that trailed down your brow, you gave the wires one last tinkering with only for it to spark and cut out again. You gritted back a scream of annoyance, undoing the wires you had just attached again and pulling yourself back up to sit on top of the wing, huffing with annoyance and throwing the tool in front of you like a child in a tantrum.

You had tried everything you could think of in the hour you’d been working on it, but every single move had led to a dead end, to you burning your fingers that already ached with all the twisting of tools or to you accidentally undoing the steps that could have meant it would have worked by now.

You’d lost track of all the combinations you’d tried, and couldn’t help but think you’d been so stupid as to think this would be like the little engines you and Anakin used to fiddle with. The thought of Anakin made your lip wobble for the first time all day, and you took a deep breath to stop yourself from crying for the first time since you had left Sorgan, where you had sobered up enough to actually have coherent thoughts and the pain that they brought. You wished he was here, he would have known what was wrong with the engine, you thought self-piteously.

You frowned when a thought popped into your head after a moment of feeling sorry for yourself. It was the strangest feeling, not like you had conjured it up in your own saddened mind but more so that it had been put there, as though someone had switched a channel in your head and suddenly it was just there, a combination of wires that you hadn’t tried yet, one that you hadn’t ever heard of before but you guessed you would give it a chance it anyway.

Picking up the screwdriver again, you leaned back over the wing to the abandoned wires and got back to work. You sighed, going through the steps you’d considered, a huge cloud of doubt in your mind as to whether it would work. But your stomach dropped when you heard the smooth hum of the engine powering up. You yelped, hopping down onto a nearby crate and then to the floor before flames shot out the space where your head had just been. The machine purred with life and you smiled with an accomplished grin at your work.

You stared at the engine as the flames blasted out stronger than ever, and huffed with content at the sight. Finally, you had done something right, something useful that didn’t involve murder or killing. For once you could pretend you were normal, not a killer or a drunk, or an all powerful force sensitive woman on the run, just a girl good with tools that had had a stroke of genius.

But as you had the thought, the wave of delight came crashing against the sandy shores of reality as a piece of hair drooping over your eyes was brushed out of the way and tucked behind your ear. Your smile dropped instantly, spinning on your heel immediately to see who the perpetrator was that had touched you.

But there was no one there.

The breeze was too light to have moved it so boldly, let alone nestle the strands behind your ear the way you knew you’d felt it, and your breath escaped you at the thought.

Something, someone, had moved it.

"Nice job," Peli praised snapping you out of your daze, handing the child back over to you. "You just missed the Mandalorian. He's found a job, just left with some guy on a speeder,"

You hummed, mind still racing with whatever the fuck had just happened to your hair. You shook your head to clear your mind, disappointed you'd missed the Mandalorian though you also guessed he wouldn't be the happiest with you seeing as you'd left the child with a practical stranger. Your eyes trained on the child who babbled at you, unsure of what you needed to do next with the little, green monster.

"How about you two come and get something to eat. You've been at it all morning and I'll fix the hull," That was the first tender thing that had left Peli's mouth all day. It was very clear to you that the older lady was as tough as an old pair of boots, but you didn't doubt that it was because she lived here on Tatooine. A hard environment required an even harder personality, and Peli fit just that.

"That sounds great," You said gratefully, feeling your stomach rumble at the sound of food. You supposed the baby would be hungry too, though even at the thought you were troubled as you hadn't really had any clue what it would eat. You doubted Peli had any frogs to hand, nor would there be any bouncing around like on the marshy land of Sorgan, this was a dusty-dry-horrible-sandy planet after all.

"I can whip the child up some broth," Peli offered, leading you and your small companion into her living quarters, "You really need to learn some stuff about raising a young one. You and that bucket head associate of yours."

You went quiet, biting back a defensive remark. You hadn’t really ever been maternal. You were sure you would have children of your own one day, perhaps, but with the hair-raising life you had led up until now, womb parasites were the last thing on your mind.

"I know. I'm just.. new to this is all. Caring for a baby doesn't really come with a manual," You said, disheartened that you were so in the dark about such a simple task. Mando had trusted you to look after the boy, and you were struggling with that more than the damn AT-ST you’d fought back on Sorgan. Suddenly, taking up the bounty with Mando seemed like a much better option, even if you would have had to confront the horrendous nostalgia that came along with it.

Peli must have seen the conflict on your face as you sat the child on your knee, holding it out in front of you like it was a bomb about to detonate at any moment and sighed. "Listen, I get it's hard being a new parent, especially if you're working with that quiet hunk of metal."

You chuckled, though you couldn't help but think that you in fact appreciated the way that you and Mando understood each other in the silence. You both had your own thoughts to mull over; the future of your odd little trio, jobs to do for the day, worries about any new bounty hunters. In the weeks since it had been just you two and the kid on board the Crest, you had somewhat begun adjusting to life with someone else. It had been a little awkward at first, seeing as you were now sharing space compared to on Sorgan where you had separate rooms, but neither of you were complaining. You seemed to just click into place in the other's routine.

Nevertheless, you listened intently at every piece of information Peli was throwing at you about raising children and part of you was excited to know you could at least attempt at taking care of the little creature that had begun warming to you in the strangest of ways. After all, you would probably need to prove yourself reliable to the Mandalorian considering he had found you doing the complete opposite to caring for his child the way you said you would. The last thing you wanted was to do anything to betray his trust, not when he was slowly becoming the closest friend you had had in decades.

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"No, honey. Fold the top edge over first, remember?" Peli said calmly, though she was trying not to lose her patience at the fact you could not understand for the life of you how to swaddle the pea-green baby who simply giggled up at the two of you with glee, loving the way he was the centre of focus, "And get his little arms in there, then he can't keep pushing it off."

You sighed, starting the process over again and tucking the two tiny chubs of hands inside the blanket Peli had given you, wrapping the soft fabric over them to keep him from waving them around and using them to try and crawl away. You carefully held it there as you brought the bottom edge of the blanket up, neatly folding it over like some kind of cotton origami, before bringing the final piece over the baby's whole body and enveloping the child in the plush material.

"Like that?" You asked, happy to see the child's big onyx eyes batting up at you innocently, seemingly surprised himself by the soft, cosy arrangement you had wrapped him in.

"Better," Peli smiled, seeing your accomplished face as you tucked the baby closer to you. You no longer held the child gently in the nook of your elbow the way Peli had shown you, though you were still working on getting used to the feel of holding someone so small to you, "See, you're looking more like a mom already,"

You looked at her aghast. "I'm not its mom! Kriffing hell no, Mando's more of its father than anything. I'm just looking after him while he's on a job. Think of me as the world's most clueless babysitter," You said, making the curly-haired woman chuckle.

"Well, at least now you know how to change him properly. His diaper was hanging off him by a thread, poor little guy." The baby seemed to croon in the attention he was being showered in.

Against your instinct to just turn away from the baby's piercing gaze, you smiled the slightest amount and began stroking one of his chubby cheeks with your forefinger softly. He really was cute when he wasn't behaving badly or bombarding your brain with his force presence. His eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open but the long day he had had of winding up the two of you seemed to win, and he drifted off to sleep in your arms.

You stopped with your movements, making his eyelids open just that tiny bit to tell you to continue, and as you did you heard his breathing even out. Your chest tightened.

"Is he..?" You asked, frozen at just how precious and delicate the sleeping toddler looking in your arms. This was all so new to you.

"We'd best get him to bed. You need some rest too. We'll finish the ship in the morning and I'll show you what kind of things to cook for the little guy." Peli rushed around, setting up a little nest of pillows for the baby on her spare bed as you insisted you would sleep on the floor next to him in case he woke up in the night.

You smiled down at the sleeping baby, carefully resting him on the soft mattress so as not to disturb his slumber. You wondered if he was dreaming in that small head of his with the way his big, fan-like ears moved around as though he was listening for something. No doubt the little bugger was having musings of catching frogs and winding up his carers, knowing him, and the thought alone made you laugh under your breath.

You settled down on the floor, stealing one of the pillows and blankets that the baby didn't need, and confused yourself when your thoughts shifted to Mando as you did so. You knew he could keep himself safe, the beskar would hold up against any Tuskens as well, but you couldn't help but send a quick prayer to the Maker that he would return soon, to you and the child in the same healthy condition he had left you in.

You couldn't do any of this without him. Kriff, you left most of the baby-related chores to him seeing as the two had a connection you couldn't understand. Mandalorians always prioritised the health of the Foundlings in their coverts, and you guessed he had a basic knowledge of child care from the young ones he must have encountered and looked after. You thought about how Mandalorians and the Jedi weren't all that dissimilar in that respect, remembering how Obi-Wan and the other Masters used to visit the younglings at the temple even before you became his padawan and he was bound by oath to protect you.

You remembered your time there, in that little house Obi-Wan had fashioned out of a cave in the middle of the dune sea. It was tough with the heat, and lonely, but you had each other. The sandstorms had always made the sky almost cloudy at a glance, but when it settled down on the quieter nights, you and Obi-Wan would sit outside and meditate as the bright stars peered down at you, smiling almost.

The thought of your time as his youngling, to your surprise, didn't cause you pain. In fact, lingering on the feeling of having a father figure, someone to look after you the way you and Mando now were to the child soothed you slightly. You just wished he could be here to give you guidance. You needed him and Anakin to tell you what it is you should do about your connection to the force, to the child. They were always so wise. They would know what to do, you thought sadly.

You wanted to be powerful as you once were, to come clean to Mando and to stop running scared from what you knew you had to do. You knew what that moment was when you were connecting the wires. You’d felt something stroke your hair as the engine burst to life, you were so sure you had. That or the blood had just rushed to your head and sent you giddy, and the moment was simply fuelled on hope and painful memories. Perhaps that was all it was, you excused menially though you knew it was false.

There was only one person you could think of who did that exact same thing any time he saw you, the very same man you’d been thinking of when you were sitting on the wing, tears filling your eyes. The one you were looking to for help.

You knew exactly what that meant. Anakin had been there, he had helped you. The thought made the memory of the little action twist painfully in your gut like you’d been shot. He’d wanted you to feel him, to feel the force.

But you knew with one small mistake and you could very easily be thrown out of balance. There were little to no Jedi left now, and the child wouldn't be able to give your guidance seeing as he was still so inexperienced himself.

You were alone now. No one was coming to save you from the dark forces, not even if Anakin had been watching over you there was only so much he could do in his passing. You were in this alone. It was just your and Mando now, looking after the child, and that's all you could do for the moment to still do good for the galaxy; to do right by the Jedi.

So you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the stinging behind them at the realisation you would have to continue this inner conflict by yourself. You couldn't be sure that if Mando knew what you were, who you were, he would want anything to do with you. Jedi and Mandalorians were enemies after all. You couldn't go back to how you had been in that first meeting on Sorgan, not when things had just started picking up between you. Not now you cared for him.

You were alone in this, you thought.

But the strangest feeling of a familiar presence, a familiar force signature you would know anywhere, washed over you before you finally gave in to sleep and you knew your thoughts were not entirely private anymore.

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Honey Honey

Modern Levi x fem!reader

W/C: 1196

T/W: Slight fluff but also smut, 18+ only, non consensual touching

A/N: This is inspired by Honey Honey by Abba and the new aot collab!! Levi looks so good here omg

part 2

It was the third day of your island vacation with Levi. The past few days had been pure bliss, the warm sun cascaded through the palm trees, the ocean breeze licked the tips of your hair and the fresh scent of hibiscus flowers wafted through the air. Island life had been good to Levi, the man was sporting a tan and his dark locks were in an effortless wave. There was no denying that he looked handsome as hell.

You both were lounging on a couple of chairs on the beach, you had your toes curled up in the sand and a gossip magazine was in your hands.

“Tsk, I can’t believe you read that stuff,” Levi scoffed behind his sunglasses.

“Sorry, I don’t feel like reading about death during my vacation,” you quipped.

Levi rolled his eyes and pushed his sunglassed up his face. You returned to your magazine but something, or more like someone, caught your attention. A tall man with a tan and short bathing bottoms that hugged his butt perfectly strolled by. Your eyes followed the man as he walked towards his surfboard and brushed his sun-bleached hair away from his chiseled face. Heat began to flush your cheeks while you observed him. Levi caught you looking at the man and frowned.

Levi complained that the sun was bothering him so he went back to the room to rest before dinner. Slightly annoyed by his earlier comment you let him leave without questioning him. You rested on the beach chair and continued to lay in the sun. The sun beat down on you and you enjoyed the heat. However, in the back of your mind, you could hear Levi scolding you for not putting on sunscreen. You sighed, reached for the bottle and began to put it in your body. You were having a hard time putting on your back.

“Do you need help?” asked a deep voice.

You turned and saw the man from earlier standing over you, his surfboard tucked under his arm.

“Uhh, no-” you started to say.

“Please, I insist.”

He reached for the bottle of sunscreen and poured some into his hands and began to massage the product into your back. You laughed nervously and quickly shrugged your shoulders away.

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” You said and ducted your head back into your magazine.

The man chuckled and walked away. You fanned our face with the magazine after he left. Little did you know, Levi had walked back to get the book he had forgotten and saw the entire thing.

You walked back to the room, dizzy from the sun, and looked for Levi. He was sitting on the bed in a teal shirt on his phone.

“Hey, Levi,” you said.

He grunted in return. You began to gather your things to take a shower and looked over to him and winked, “do you wanna join me?”

“No,” He said in a dry tone.

You slumped and walked into the shower, the cool water felt good on your heated skin. When you stepped out you wrapped the fluffy towel around your body. You began to put lotion on your body but paused before you reached your back. You padded back into the room and gave Levi heart-eyes.

“Levi...honey, do you want to put lotion on my back?” you crooned.

“Tsk, why don’t you ask that surfer himbo?” Levi stated.

“Who?”

“That guy who was flirting with on you the beach” Levi crossed his arms and looked out the window.

“Oh,” You whispered.

You walked over and sat down next to him and placed a hand on his knee.

“Levi,” You said gently, “are you good?”

“Of course.”

“Levi, tell me the truth.”

He sighed and looked down at the bed, nervous to look at you, “I mean, why the fuck did he have his hands on you?”

“Honestly, I don’t know, I told him not to help me but he didn’t listen,” You said.

“I’m going to kick his ass,” Levi asserted.

You laughed, “I know you will.”

Levi looked at you and wiped away a water droplet off your shoulder.

“I guess he was attractive,” Levi murmured.

“Maybe but he could never compare to you,” You said firmly.

He raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded your head in confirmation.

“Honey, you’re the only one who thrills me.”

In one smooth motion, you straddled Levi and pressed down on his cock. His hands instantly pushed the towel away from your thighs and he squeezed your legs. You threw your head back and sighed. Your hands reached for the back of his neck, your fingernails gently scraping his undercut. Levi pushed himself into your core, the fabric of his shorts pressed against you. The tension began to build in your belly. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to Levi’s. You could taste the salt from the ocean and a hint of coconut. He traced his warm tongue against your bottom lip and raised his hand to greet your face. With the pads of his fingers, he began to stroke your skin. Despite the humid room, you felt goosebumps rise under his touch.

He moaned against your lips and pushed you down closer to him. You felt his hardening cock against your wet pussy. Levi looked down and chuckled at the mess you were making on his shorts, he loved it. He kissed your neck, right above the collarbone, and began gently sucking. He held the tender flesh between his teeth and bit down. You exhaled and held on tighter to his dark hair. Your head felt woozy as the tension in your core heightened. You grumbled when Levi’s lips left your neck and you tried to pull his mouth back on your skin.

Levi bucked his hips to push you off of him and threw you against the bed. He pulled the towel away from you and looked at you. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “you look amazing.” Before he got up from the bed.

“Levi, what the fuck,” you grumbled.

He gave you a wink, “We’re going to miss our dinner reservations, brat.”

“Fuck those, we’ll just order room service or something,” you said back.

“No way, I’ve been looking forward to this all vacation,” he responded as he changed his clothes.

You moaned and got up, when he wanted something Levi wouldn’t stop until he had it. You changed into a nice pair of clothes and fixed your hair. Before heading out, you kissed Levi on the cheek and said, “you look so handsome, Levi,” you leaned into him, “but I’m going to make you pay for leaving me high and dry.

He raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t look very dry to me.”

You shook your head and punched his arm, “fuck you, Ackerman.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

You rolled your eyes before taking his hands. The sun was beginning to set but the air was still warm and vibrant. You looked over to Levi and thought there was no other place you’d like to be then hand in hand with him.

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