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kyhgwts · 1 year

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WARNINGS: SMUT! only smut. uncomfortable sex at first, but it gets good i promise. rough sex, soft sex, crying, shy!reader, daddy kink, slight teasing(if you squint) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Draco x Fem!reader

He was rough, really rough. He told you to say if you didn’t like something but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Sure it felt good, but you felt… scared?

There was too much going on at once, you couldn’t grasp reality and you were panicking.

Draco had no idea, you were moaning because it felt good but you just wouldn’t tell him that you didn’t like it rough.

Your hands spread wide and then closed again, he felt the nervous tick you had. When he leaned up from your neck his world crashed. He stopped immediately.

‘holy shit, baby what’s wrong?’ He was confused as to why you didn’t tell him anything, you were just letting him- god he’s horrible.

‘i- i don’t’ you were out of breath, you pussy clenched at the loss.

‘What happened? hm? got too shy did you?’ he asked, he should have payed attention to your face but his face was smashed into your neck leaving marks.

‘i’m sorry…’ you let out in a broken whisper, he shook his head immediately.

‘hey hey hey, no need to be sorry’ he grabbed your chin turning you to look at him.

‘i- it felt good but i just… got scared i don’t-‘ he listened very closely to your small whispers.

‘ok, ok. Baby girl that’s okay, you don’t have to like it, that’s why i told you to tell me if you didn’t like it, yes?’ he said you nodded your head.

‘i just got nervous’ you say, he nodded.

‘Okay, would you like to stop and do something else or-‘

‘no!’ he’s somewhat taken back by how loud and desperate you let yourself be.

‘no i- can you… um’ you had to pull the courage to ask and he could see the uncomfortable look on your face. You hated asking for stuff.

‘you want it slow?’ you nod slowly, he smiles giving you a quick kiss.

Once he began a new pace you melted into his arms, and he noticed your noises became louder.

He smirked when you grabbed his head full of hair and pulled him down to your neck. It’s crazy what being in a state of pleasure can do to you.

You mumbled out a incoherent sentence of words making him grin.

‘What was that?’ he asked, you whine.

‘i feel-‘ you get cut off when he makes a particular deep thrust that makes you loose your breath.

‘you feel what baby?’ he says, and now you can tell he’s teasing.

‘I feel good’ you whine, he goes wide eyed. You were a shy girl when it came to the aspect of sex, and he’s melting over all the dirty things he’s making you say and do.

‘Yeah? who’s making you feel that way?’ and before he could prepare himself you blurted out something you most likely didn’t mean to.

‘Daddy’ it was barley above a whisper, he groaned at the name shaking his head.

‘you are making it really hard for me to keep it soft with you babygirl’ he said, you moaned pawing at his bare chest.

He continued a steady pace that had him continually hitting a deep spot in you that you hadn’t even known existed. He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing soft circles, making you squirm in his hold.

‘Ah! Draco, i- i’m gonna-‘

‘oh Draco is it now? what happened to daddy?’

Your cheeks turn bright red struggling to face him after you embarrassed yourself completely.

‘don’t be embarrassed sweet girl, i would love to be your daddy’ he grinned biting at your neck.

Your whole body locked in place, then going limp as you came so hard you felt dizzy, eyesight going black for a second.

Draco has never heard you yell so loud, not to mention while moaning.

Your legs shake as he continues his pace, you cry out pulling him down close to you as he pulls out and dumps his seed on you.

‘I love you’ he whispered kissing the side of your face as he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you.

‘i love you’ you whispered softly, out of breath and tired.

Right when you thought you had fallen asleep you were being picked up into Draco’s arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck.

‘what-‘ your eyes slowly open and you can tell he’s taking you to the bathroom.

‘i need to take care of you, especially after that.’ he whispers as if he can’t talk in a normal voice.

Never would you have thought Draco Malfoy to be such a sweetie. He made you a bath, washed you off, cleaned your hair and all you had to do was stay limp in his hold.

When you both got out, he helped dry you off putting you in some clean underwear and one of his shirts.

When you laid down on his bed, under the covers as he held you.

You realized how lucky you are.

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 months

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He Who Shows His Real Side

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 4003

Summary: After searching, We'ar-ow cannot find who has attacked you. Without any evidence of the attacker, he finally reveals himself smugly. He belittles the Monarch, saying he bested her. Nearly going ballistic, Reader calms We'ar-ow with a touch. We'ar-ow doesn't allow him to make a fool of her.

Author Note: Now comes the time we have learned of who this mysterious attacker is. I know I don't respond to everyone's comment but I greatly appreciate all of your kind and amazing words to me! They mean the world to me and help me stay motivated as well!

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Ao3

Besides your form pressed the tense body of We’ar-ow, you timidly laid a hand on her thigh. The massive Yautja didn’t jolt at the touch. Instead, her own hand engulfed yours and cradled it. No words were needed in the moment. You wanted to stay at the safety of her side. The only place you’ve found refuge while on this cursed ship that’s given you suffering in the end.

Dark bruises still painted the area of your neck, easily showing the print of someone’s large hand, attempting to take your life. You bowed your head at the thought and shuttered. Death was so close, right there. But the lights… they were your only saving grace in that moment. Or else… nothing. You would be nothing.

Tears prickled the corner of your eyes. Your hand in her palm clenched. We’ar-ow firmed her grasp and even tugged the limb up closer to her torso. An action that helped you pull away from your thoughts and glance up at her.

Her alien features have grown on you over the last year being here. The way the Yautjas looked didn’t bother you anymore. Just like any other human. She was… pretty to look out. Definitely a creature that could kill you with a single move, but she didn’t.

No, here she is. With you cradled to her side and holding your hand as she worked away at the device before her. You still hadn’t figured why she wanted you in the first place or why she still has you. Shouldn’t the novelty worn off already? Shouldn’t she already dumped you to the side?

A simple sigh passed your lips. You nuzzled deeper into her side for the comfort. You jolted when a growl vibrated almost your skin and caused the hairs on your arms to rise.

The moment you tried to pull away from her, fearful you pushed the relationship too far, We’ar-ow tugged you back. Her hand squeezing yours. “Calm, my ooman,” she spoke, tone soft and nearly sweet. “That wasn’t meant for you.” You didn’t take the growl to heart afterwards and nodded your head.

You take a chance to peek at her features again. We’ar-ow was already looking at you with her bright eyes that could find every little detail on your face. You instantly looked away to find the ground an easier sight to observe.

Pink entered your vision. Rough fingertips pinched your chin and tilted your head back towards We’ar-ow. Your eyes were wide as you looked at her again. “What is the matter, little ooman?” she asked with teasing, mocking tone in her gruff voice. Honeyed, trying to draw you in.

Hook. Your brows were pinched together and up. A look of sweet innocence on your face. Heat rushed to warm your cheeks, now frozen to only peer into her blazing gaze.

Alien but notable as a smirk graces her face. You felt small, minuscule under her gaze. Something you could tell she wanted by the look she held. She leaned in closer, well as much as her torso could allow her in the position she sat in. “Oh, little pet, you make it hard…” she trailed off and ran her thumb along the softness of your lips.

As sweet as the moment was, We’ar-ow broke it off. Her shoulders slightly sagged. She, herself, pulled away but kept her hand wrapped firmly around yours. Work is to be done. No time to get distracted.

It was hard to ignore the burning in your face or the racing of your heart that she had to hear. Yet, your heart also quivered, terrified on why you were feeling this way. You curled into yourself, still lodged against the pink Yautja’s side. A side you would have to be torn from for the time being despite the embarrassment filling your veins.

Movement roused you from a nap. We’ar-ow looked down at your lack form and tightened her mandibles. She crouched down to your level and brushed a stray lock of hair out of the way. Your eyes were still closed but fluttered at the touch. A smile gracing her face at the sight before she stood up and collected her items.

She’s delayed the start of the day long enough while mulling over the lack of information she’s been given. None of the cameras were working in the sector. Whoever disabled them was sneaky and smart, able to cover up their digital footprints and leave no trace.

From the depths of her hunters instinct, she knew it had to be Dwainet. The prick would not stay down after the embarrassing fight he endured. But he’s profession was hunter. He wasn’t part of security or knowledgeable enough to know about technology to do what had been done. We’ar-ow knew it had to be him who hurt you. Who else would care you that much to kill you. There was peace within the clan that We’ar-ow strived for since her first day as Monarch. Her only enemy would be Dwainet.

Unless he had help.

The throne didn’t offer any relief. The walls of the grand room echoed her thoughts back to her. She settled down for the day and pulled up the camera feed for her quarters. There you laid, on the comfort of the couch. Even floors away, she’ll keep a watchful, protective eye on you while doing her job as Monarch.

The device was set to the side, within sight. Only a single flick of her eyes to see the screen clearly. Her gaze was drawn away when the doors slid open and revealed the first Yautja of the day to deal with. It wasn’t the most exciting thing but it was her job. She rather be back in her quarters, holding you close and making sure her pet was safe.

Throughout the dragging hours of the day, she kept vigilance over your form. Wherever you went in her quarters, she watched and ensured your safety. No matter what room. She wouldn’t lose sight of you. The last time she let her eyes off of you, someone dared to try to take your life. We’ar-ow picks up on things swiftly, this was no different. Maybe it made her even more vigilant due to the fact you were far more fragile than what she’s used to. Glass ready to shatter if you even looked at it wrong.

When the room was cleared once more of anyone, We’ar-ow locked her gaze on the screen. On the other side, you were padding into the kitchen and sifting through the refrigerator. That reminds her to pick up some more ooman friendly foods on the way back. You were allowed to eat anything you wanted, if it was safe of course. Ooman’s eating times were different than Yautjas. We’ar-ow also picked up on the usual times your kind eats at, even with the hours difference. The snacks you also munched on between the main meals.

Though, your first few days under her care, We’ar-ow observed everything she could about you. She also scoured your ooman’s internet to find out what was normal within your society.

Now, that it’s been about two months with her, she has everything down to a T.

You plucked something from the refrigerator before spinning on your heel and finding a spot in the main room to plop down on. Though, We’ar-ow would prefer you to stay in her room, she couldn’t control what you did. Pet or not, you were your own person. Your personality wasn’t something she would take away. The fire in your eyes burning bright in her presence yet the timidity not allowing you to act out.

The soft pitter-patter of feet drew her gaze to an incoming Yautja. With a hesitate sigh, she pulled her gaze from the screen to find one of her councilmembers entering the chamber. We’ar-ow sat up higher and watched the female Yautja draw to a stop at the steps of her throne. A simple, respectful bow was given before eye contact was made.

Throughout the entire discussion, We’ar-ow continued to flicker her gaze over to the screen to check up on you. The bouncing of your knee while sitting on the couch was the first sign.

While on your tablet she gave for you entertainment, you started to chew at your nails and reading at the page. Your eyes flicked between the screen before you and to the exit of her quarters. Your fear of what was on the other side was a well known terror We’ar-ow knew about. Nearly two weeks of healing and recuperating has given her the clear details.

There were two things running through your mind right now. Either the want to have her with you again for protection or the terror of the unknown. The unknown being someone busting down the door and killing you. An action We’ar-ow would not allow to happen. You are hers after all.

In her position, she couldn’t go back and hold you close. We’ar-ow had been gone long enough and had to return to her job as Monarch. The ship couldn’t last long without a mighty fist to rein in the unruly Yautjas that would run rampant. That’s why she won all the tests thrown at her and bested all the other worthy opponents.

Yet, you needed comfort, the knowledge of her being close by, ready to defend you when the time came. This was no longer a game of chance. Now, it was of when and where. You can bet your life she’ll be there.

Forcing the video to minimize to the side, We’ar-ow pulled up a messaging system and sent a short text demanding you come to her. On the camera, you had jumped at the minute ding from the device before sagging at the message.

From the pits of her stomach, she hoped it was from relief.

You stood from the couch, put away the fruit you were snacking on, and stood at the door that blocked you from the rest of the ship. Out into the place full of predators. And you were the prey. In the lions den where they weren’t hungry but turning their noses up at the sight of you.

A deep breath of air not fully designed for your lungs filled them to the brim. You raised a timid hand then pressed the necessary button to open up the hatch.

Nothing came launching out at you. That was taken as a good sign. Courage brewing inside your chest. You took the needed steps to find your way to end of the hall, trying to built up the strength needed to go to We’ar-ow.

Vigilant as ever, you peered slowly around every corner before continuing. Your head was built on top of a swivel. Not only were you paying close attention to what lied ahead of you, but also behind your slinking form. Any Yautja you came across, you scampered past them, nearly on the verge of sprinting away at full speed. Anything to get you to safety of your Yautja.

It took about half the time it usually took to find yourself panting at the open throne room doors. There in her glory was the Monarch of the ship, sitting upon her throne like the royalty she was. You patted your way in and ignored the looks the random three Yautjas gave you.

Without hesitation, you climbed the stairs and ready to sit down at the feet of We’ar-ow, in your normal spot. A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged into the pink body of her. You jolted the touch at first then raised a brow at her in question. A simple jerk of her head downwards had surprise boiling in your mind. Her lap.

Another tug had you following through her silent instructions. You could care less on who stood at the foot of the stairs. The warmth and protection that radiated off of her was what you needed. No one would or could hurt you within her presence. A guardian angel on a ship full of demons that despised your guts.

You wiggled into a more comfortable position for the moment. Strewn across her lap, two legs propped up one of the arm rests. Your back to the other one. All while the tablet still was clung tightly in your digits. You finally settled down.

We’ar-ow gave you a singular look after you stopped moving then returned her attention to trio at the base. This position is something you stayed in for awhile, to afraid to disturb the inner discussions of the mothership.

Now, under the watchful eye of We’ar-ow, literally in her lap, you focus on your tablet but for different reasons. Instead of studying your route for escape, the last attack only forcing your hand more, you played a few different games downloaded.

To be honest, when you found out they had digital games, that surprised you. Their culture, their entire species seems to revolve around primitive ways while working with powerful technology that allows for space travel. It’s shocking. Some of the rules and regulations of their culture don’t always make sense. But, if you want to live, you keep to those as if it was deity telling you so.

A species that actively hunts for their food while living on this massive ships that harbor at least hundreds, if not thousands of Yautjas with incredible technology. You never thought you would ever leave earth’s atmosphere, yet here you were. The farthest a human has ever gone, at least alive. Probably.

The current game of the day was raising breeding hounds… for hunting. So, not straying off their mark too much. It is enough to keep your mind stimulated without listening to droning words of Yautjas and the translator embedded to your skin.

Despite hating the fact you were out in the open, where whoever attacked you could just come and finish the job, you hoped We’ar-ow wouldn’t easily let that happen. She’s cared about you for this long. She even allows you, more like forces, to sleep in her bed with her. Not skin to skin but close enough to hear her breathing, feel her warmth, to know she’s there. Anything to chase off the terror of meeting Death for real this time.

While the day rolled along, you were content where you were perched upon. Despite knowing you should’ve been flushed with heat and wide eyed the entire time, it was the safest place for you to be.

More Yautjas began to file into the expansive room and took up the offered space as they waited for their turn. You, on the other hand, didn’t like the influx of bodies. You tensed up and watched from the corner of your eye of the growing crowd, heart beginning to thud in its bony cage. Your breath growing quicker at each passing second.

We’ar-ow only moved an arm and rested across your lap. The weight gave you a comforting feeling and grounded you back to floor of the mothership. Your heart and breath started to slow down but you didn’t dare take your eyes away from the crowd. Who knows who lies in there?

Any of those faces could’ve been the one, shrouded in darkness.

In the sea of people of varying heights and colors, out stepped a form that had you looking longing at. Memories of the past flooded you at the sight of him. Both sides of the coin; good and bad. But that’s how life was… until he threw you off to the side.

Your chin lifted up, upturning your nose at him. You did not care about him anymore, or at least that’s what your mind supplied in the moment. He was nothing but trash at your feet, groveling after the beat down he endured. We’ar-ow has given you more care and a strange type of love than you thought possible in this weird relationship between the two of you.

To him, you were a burden, nothing more than wasted space.

To her, you may be a pet, but decorated with expensive clothing and jewelry designed for you. You have your own room, though no longer used. You are fed three times a day, snacks are always provided. You have a tablet for entertainment.

This difference is staggering.

Even with your nose upturned, you kept a piercing gaze on him encase he dared to do anything. Yet, the Yautja filed into line, nonchalant and lax. His eyes never met yours, but you knew he knew you were there, on We’ar-ow’s lap. Your hand finds We’ar-ow’s and clamp your hand on it. To keep you grounded in reality and knowledge of your safety.

She gave you a subtle squeeze back. “Dwainet step forward. Do not hide,” We’ar-ow demanded, voice booming in the chambers and echoing back at everyone.

Dwainet snorted and made his way to the edge of the steps where he stopped. As a male, he was already short but with the steps, he was forced to tilt his head up to peered at the two of you. A position that exposed his throat any incoming attacks.

“Hide? You act like I have something to hide,” he snarked. Gone was the scared, shamed male of the past. Now, stood a male who thought himself as top of the food chain. You gripped her hand tighter.

The powerful thighs of the pink Yautja twitched under you. For a fleeting moment, they tensed but instantly relaxed. “State your business then scamper off like the dishonorable male that you are,” she snapped back and pulled on her full Monarch façade. She looked down at him over the bridge of her inner mouth and mandibles.

Those words didn’t discourage him. Instead, a full smirk grew on his face. He crossed his arms. We’ar-ow growled deep in her chest and sent vibrations crawling across your skin.

He cocked his head to the side all the while still looking up at her. “I heard about that attack on your pet’s life. Such a shame that the big powerful Monarch couldn’t protect something so feeble.” You inwardly flinch at his words. Your brows burrowing down with hurt etched into your features.

How could someone you once loved say such nasty words?

We’ar-ow was ready to launch out of her throne and give the punk another beat down of his life by the way she held herself. You peered up at her cracking stoic façade. Something had to be done.

Your hand shifted from gripping the side of her palm to intertwining your fingers together. The pride that flooded your veins when she relaxed back into her seat was astonishing. It nearly gave you the power to march down these steps and gut Dwainet like the coward he was.

“My pet is free to roam the halls of my ship. There is no need for constant vigilance.” Roaming is something you wouldn’t do, unless it is for your escape.

“You should keep a tight leash on the damn thing… or else I might get my hands on it again,” he sneered with a prideful look on his once handsome face. A face you once enjoyed looking at. Now though, he taunted We’ar-ow, as if asking for her to sign his death wish.

Her digits clutched yours threading between the open spaces of them. He could never have you again, over your dead body. “Stop playing coy. Say it!” she demanded and held onto your hand in a near crushing grip. You took the shocks of pain racing up your hand, anything to keep her from leaping up and tearing the male apart. You’ve never… seen her so riled up and easily showing her cards.

The calm and collected Yautja wasn’t what you saw now.

He turned his head to look the Yautja straight in the eye. “I attacked your pet. I want it dead.”

Your lips parted. The only thing you could do in spilt second given to you was stare at him, tears welling up in your eyes. You thought he was talking about the day had abandoned you at first… but Dwainet had attempted to take your life. The person you shared a bed with, your body with, your love with.

Like the hammer of gun being released, We’ar-ow coiled her muscles to launch herself at the Yautja who just admitted to the crime. You were the safety. You reached up instantly and place a palm against her chest as if you, a feeble thing, could hold back a raging female.

She stopped.

She settled fully into her chair and took a breath. “You attacked another’s pet? That is a crime. You are continuously racking up charges. Are you wanting to be exiled, marked as a Bad Blood?” We’ar-ow turned to her more logical side rather than acting out on impulse.

The pet status, though the lowest thing in the clan, still offered your protection from any harm. Unless those who would want to be marked as a Bad Blood. You are to have read up on some things about the inner workings of a Yautja clan.

Despite being told of his crimes and a punishment worse than death, Dwainet doesn’t falter. He only peeks behind him and jerks his head up to the two of you.

From the crowd, thirteen Yautjas step out of the line and stand behind Dwainet, siding with him. “We have grown weary of this, Monarch,” he spat out the words with disgust. “You were once thought to be what we needed after the last reign. But you’ve grown soft, weak with this ooman around. If an ooman can cause our leader, our guiding hand to falter like this, we seek out a new Monarch. One who won’t take such things as pets.”

A cold terror flooded your veins, freezing you from the inside out. The thing he was implying had you terrified of what this could mean. You only know so much about the politics of Yautjas as it can differ from clan to clan.

Was he challenging her to a fight again? Did he seriously want to die? He only survived last time because you begged We’ar-ow not to kill him.

And that seemed to come back to bite you in the butt.

“Your words mean little in the eyes of the crimes that would deem you as a Bad Blood,” We’ar-ow is quick witted to put down Dwainet. She shifted in her seat and pushed her hips out a little more, showing off a laxer posed. She was no scared of him or those who side with him. A one v. thirteen that she believed she could best.

After the throw down she gave to Dwainet, you saw her power. But even she had her limitations.

“A meeting will be called to discuss your crimes, Dwainet. You are barred from leaving this ship until your fate has been decided. Your days numbered. Count them.” With a flick of her hand, she dismissed the group from the chambers.

You saw the fire in Dwainet’s eyes. He had wanted a bigger reaction from her by the looks of it. With a crowd to witness an explosive reaction would’ve added fuel to his fire. What did he want from this? What was his goal in the end?

The male you once loved snarled his annoyance before spinning on his heel and pushing his way through his crowd. They followed him, quieter about their leave. An air of unsure left in their wake.

Everyone else who wasn’t part of the revolution, began to murmur to each other before We’ar-ow ordered for the next to step up. As if nothing had occurred, the pink Yautja returned to work. You, on the other hand, fretted over what this could mean for the two of you and your safety and security on this ship.

Once believing you were safe, you questioned it all.

You had to get off this ship.

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yanderecrazysie · 4 months

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Tentalophobia (Yandere Azul)

Please don’t request any phobias. I just felt like making this for fun.

Be kind to me, I'm still not good at writing NSFW

Title: Tentalophobia

Pairings: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Azul in octopus form, tentacles, degradation, NSFW, NON-CON, mindbreak, choking

Phobia: The fear of tentacles

“Don’t swim out too far, you two!” One of your friends called out. You rolled your eyes- you were a professional swimmer on your way to the olympics. This was a piece of cake.

You swam around a large rock, obscured from your friends’ view. You were more concerned with finding a super cool cave than drowning.

You heard someone splashing up behind you and you turned to look. When you saw the person who followed you, you rolled your eyes again.

“What do you want, Azul?”

Azul Ashengrotto was your ex-boyfriend. He had been too harsh, too cold for you and you had dumped him about a month ago because of his personality.

“I just wanted to be near you,” Azul said. His eyes were dark with some emotion you couldn’t read. It was strange for him to be so straightforward with his intentions, as he was normally so manipulative and secretive. That was some of the other reasons you had broken up with him.

“Well I don’t want to be near you. Fuck off,” You snapped.

His frown faltered before it slid into a deranged smile. You had seen him like this only once before, when he had overblotted, causing him to go nearly insane.

Suddenly, you felt something brush against your leg. You jerked your leg away from whatever it was, assuming it was seaweed. At least, until it wrapped around your ankle and harshly pulled you toward Azul.

“What the fuck?” You kicked your foot, trying to get your ankle free. Then, the same unknown object wrapped itself around your waist, dragging you forward until you were even closer to Azul.

You looked down through the clear water and saw what was holding your body in place. It took you a second to realize that it wasn’t some huge black snake, but a tentacle. Your eyes traced back to where it ended and, to your horror, you saw that it was connected to Azul’s lower half.

Azul’s crazed smile only grew wider, his pupils becoming pinpricks, “Will you take me back if I can make you feel good? Better than any normal human could ever make you feel?”

Another one of his tentacles slid under your shirt, its suction cups attaching themselves to the fabric and ripping it off.

“What are you doing?” You asked, fear starting to take hold of your body, “What kind of sick joke is this?”

“It’s not a joke,” Azul replied softly, “I loved you and you broke my heart. Now, I’m here to make sure you won’t want any man as much as you want me.”

You couldn’t understand what he meant, your brain not comprehending the situation you had been put in. But once he pulled off your pants and underwear the same way he had torn off your shirt, you began to put two and two together.

Azul was about to rape you.

You began to kick and scream, hoping to land a solid hit to his chest as you fought against the tentacles. The one holding your waist tightened its hold, but that didn’t stop your hysterical fighting. The tentacle that made its way up to your neck and cut off your air supply, however, did.

Azul’s horrifying expression melted away, leaving him as his normal, stoic self. “Stop fighting,” he commanded.

You tried to keep kicking your legs at him, but the tentacle around your neck started to squeeze. It didn’t take long for your vision to start to go dark around the edges. Finally, you let your legs and arms relax, no longer lashing out at him.

Thankfully, as soon as you stopped, Azul released your neck, leaving you gasping for precious air. You lifted a hand to massage your throat, sure that you had bruises where he had squeezed.

You felt something creeping up your thigh and it finally hit you that you were naked and helpless in Azul’s grasp.

The tip of one of his tentacles slid down your stomach before it teasingly ran along your entrance. For one horrifying moment, you were sure it was about to plunge inside of you, but it instead searched up a little higher. A moment later, you realized it was aiming for something potentially worse.

It found your clit and you jerked in his grasp, trying not to give into your instinct to punch Azul in his smug face. The tip of his tentacle circled around your clit, teasing you, before it began to rub at your pearl. You squirmed in his hold, gasping, but Azul only held you tighter until it started to hurt.

Hot pleasure started to spread up your body and you bit your lip, trying not to moan out loud. Azul’s eyes shone as he began to rub faster, until a borderline pornographic moan slipped through your lips.

“Give me every sound you make,” Azul purred, “I want to hear just how good I’m making you feel.”

You felt guilt twist your stomach along with the pleasure. You knew you couldn’t help your pleasure, that it was a natural reaction, but it still felt like an arrow to the heart. You had never expected to be in this position. You had thought Azul didn’t care about you, but you were clearly wrong.

The pleasure built up until you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. “Stop!” You tried, “Please, stop!”

Azul just grinned, the tip of his tentacle working harder at your clit.

The knot in your stomach snapped and you screamed out your pleasure as you came.

“What a good little slut,” Azul laughed, “You even squirted for me. Has anyone else made you do that? I bet they haven’t.”

The water had gotten a little cloudy from your cum and you felt your face heat up at the realization. To tell the truth, no one had ever made you squirt before, but you’d never tell him that.

“Let’s go another round,” Azul said cruelly, continuing his ministrations.

You were oversensitive, trying fruitlessly to squirm away from his tentacle as it began rubbing at your clit once more. You wailed out as you felt yourself begin to approach your second orgasm much quicker than the first.

You could no longer hold back, moaning like a bitch in heat. Your hips bucked against the tip, silently begging for more.

Azul laughed, “Don’t worry, little slut, I’ve got more in store for you.”

Suddenly, you felt something at your entrance. You didn’t have to look down to know it was another tentacle. You shivered in anticipation, wondering if it was possible to feel even more pleasure.

The tentacle slid into your cunt at top speed, slamming into your cervix in one go. You squealed as it rammed home, surprised at how deep it was inside you.

It was different from a cock in many ways, but the most noticeable was the fact that the tip was the smallest part, with the tentacle becoming more girthy the farther up it you went. your entrance struggled to stretch around the top part of the tentacle while your cervix had to deal with the tip searching for an entrance.

The tentacle pulled out just to slam home again. Another tentacle still played with your clit, making the girth much easier to take with how wet you had become.

You bucked your hips, throwing your head back as your mind went blank with another orgasm.

You could hear the smirk in Azul’s voice, “My little slut wants more, right? Well, I’ve got more to give you.”

He pulled halfway out, letting the tip search for something. You moaned loudly when the tip bumped against your g-spot. Grinning that horrifying grin once more, Azul slammed his tentacle back in, aiming for the spot that made you see stars.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, screaming your lungs out. All you knew was pleasure, you could barely take it.

Azul stopped moving his tentacles and you tried to grind against them.

“Tell me what you want?”

“More… please, Azul, more, more,” you whined.

“Alright, my little slut, I’ll give you more,” Azul said, “If you tell me you love me.”

“I love you, I love you,” you wailed, “I love you so much. Just give me more!”

Azul’s insane grin grew, “Tell me I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”

“You’re the only one,” you cried out, “I love you, Azul, just give me more.”

Azul let one of his tentacles wrap around your breasts and laughed. “Gladly.”

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myeuphoricmindset · 1 year

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Please - Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller × Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s the first night in Jackson and you decide to take a relaxing bath. Joel comes in to check on you and offers to help you wash your hair. But one things leads to another…

Warnings/Tags: Mature content-explicit depictions of sex [ minors dni ] starts out very soft and sweet, but turns sexual. Established relationship, dirty talking, spanking, soft! Dom!Joel, oral (f receiving), & penetration.

Word count: 1.7k

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The water is warm as you lower yourself down. You can’t remember the last time you had a warm bath. The cold rivers were painful during this time of year and sometimes you’d go days without washing because it was too cold. But this was heaven. Jackson didn’t seem too bad. You let out a choked laugh as tears fill your eyes. Before the tears fall you take a deep breath and submerge yourself in the water. A smile is plastered on your face as you emerge from the water.

“So, you like it here?” Joel’s deep voice fills the bathroom. He’s leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.

“Maybe a little,”

“Just a little? Hmm.” He steps into the bathroom and sits on the edge of the tub. He swirls his fingers in the water. “Nice and warm.”

You lean back, sinking deeper. The water ripples over your chest and the bubbles catch around your neck. Joel drops his hand into the water and finds your leg. He runs his fingers up and down your leg. “You deserve this,”

“So do you.” You hold out your hand to him. “Join me?”

He looks at your hand and then squeezes your ankle. “I don’t think that tub is meant for two.”

You pout and Joel cocks his head. He laughs, a sound you haven’t heard in so long. Warmth spreads in your chest at the sound. He leans down, gently grabbing your chin and bringing it up to him. “Enjoy your bath, Darlin’” And he kisses you.

“Wait,”

Joel looks at you and you point to the shampoo bottle on the sink. He grabs it and goes to hand it to you, but stops. He looks at the bottle and then kneels. “Turn around,” He asks nicely. You hesitate, but give in.

Joel brings your hair back behind your shoulders. He kisses your shoulder and your stomach flutters. “Beautiful” He whispers against your skin. He studies the curve of your neck and the complexion of your skin, drinking you up.

The shampoo is cold in his hands as he squeezes the amount he thinks he will need for your hair. He rubs his rough hands through your hair gently. He’s careful when he rubs the shampoo near your hairline, making sure the soap doesn’t run down your face and into your eyes. He uses the back of his hand to wipe a small amount that’s running down your forehead and curses as it gets too close to your eyes. You giggle as you see him panic. You touch his hand to let him know it’s okay. It’s more than okay.

Joel relaxes. It’s been a long time since he’s washed someone’s hair. He thinks of Sarah and when she was little. She hated having her hair washed but eventually learned to love it. As his hands ran through your hair he thinks of her and then shakes the memories from his mind. The pain in his chest grows as his thoughts spiral. He focuses on you and waits for tonight when he sleeps to let those kinds of thoughts haunt him.

“Thank you,” You whisper with your eyes closed.

“You’re welcome, baby.” His calloused fingers rub your scalp and you can’t help the sounds escaping your lips.

“You like that?” He asks, making sure he’s doing it right.

You giggle, “Yes, it’s perfect.”

You’re perfect.

Joel smiles to himself, proud that he’s doing it and happy that he’s making you feel good. He grabs your cup of water near the sink and dumps it out, rinsing it quickly so he can use it.

He places his hands softly on your face, his thumbs resting on your temples and his fingers under your jaw. “Lean your head back,” He asks and you listen. His

focused face greets you as you drop your head back. He notices you smiling up at him and he kisses your forehead. “Good girl,”

The water is still warm as he pours it over your hair carefully with the cup. The soap slowly washes away as he repeats the process. A small amount of water runs down your face and into your eyes.

“Ah, shit,” Joel tries to use his hand to wipe your face, but his hands are wet. He curses under his breath as he looks around for a towel. You start laughing at the seriousness of it all for him. Joel grabs the nearby towel and wipes your face. He sighs and groans at your laughter.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but you’re so cute.” You said as you hold back your laughter. He really is. He’s so rough and hard to the outside world, but with you, he’s gentle and soft. He’s not great at it all the time, but he doesn’t stop trying.

Joel rolls his eyes and places the cup on the rim of the bathtub. “I’m glad you find enjoyment in my failure.”

“Oh, stop. You could never fail me.”

Joel looks down at you and something tightens in his chest at your words. He swallows and gives you a subtle smile. He hopes that is true. His dreams tell him it's not.

You see the change in him. In a quick move in the water, you turn to face him. As you lean on the tub’s edge, you lift your hands. He gives you his best grumpy face as your wet hands cup his scruffy face, but you know he likes it. “Kiss me,”

He stares at you for a moment and then drops his face to meet yours. His lips brush your lips as he says, “What happened to your manners?” The corners of his mouth pull up.

You move forward and he pulls back, teasing his kiss. He shakes his head and waits. A sigh escapes your mouth and you look up at him through your lashes. “Please.”

Joel holds back his smile as he looks down at you with desire burning in his eyes. You look so perfect dripping wet and begging for his kiss. He can’t help it when his eyes travel down your neck to your exposed chest. Water runs down your breasts and he loses his train of thought. He brings his hand to your face, brushing his fingers down your cheek, and then grabs your chin. “Please, what?” His thumb traces your lips as he waits for your answer.

“Please, kiss me.” You say softly as you part your lips, inviting his thumb in. He accepts your invitation and moves his thumb into your mouth. You smile seductively and suck on it.

He can feel your tongue circling his thumb and his grip on the tub tightens. He’s never seen you look so fucking sexy, looking like you’ve just been baptized and risen just for him. And fuck, he hopes you’ll be praying to him soon.

He can’t take it. It doesn’t take much when you’ve only had quick fucks in secret spots while the world is out to get you. This is the first time where Joel has nothing to worry about besides making you feel good enough to scream his name.

You’re out of the water before you can say anything. Joel carries you to the bed, finding your lips with his before you even hit the bed. His kiss is desperate and dominant. Your tongues dance to the sound of the moans escaping from your lips. As he takes off his clothes he stares at you laying on the bed. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.” He whispers to himself.

Joel knows what he is doing. He’s had enough experience to know exactly what he’s doing. He grabs your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. “Let me make you feel good.” He says as he kisses your inner thighs and then buries his face between your legs. You squirm and moan his name. “Oh, Joel. Yes. Yes. Please.”

He loves it. He grows harder knowing he’s making you feel good. His rough hand presses down on your lower stomach, keeping you from moving. As his tongue moves in and out of you, he replaces it with his fingers. He doesn’t take his mouth off of you as he moves his tongue up to your clit. He works his tongue and fingers in tandem. You can barely handle it. You gasp before another moan slips out.

He chuckles as he comes up from between your legs. With one quick move, he has you flipped on your stomach. You say his name as the shock of the move settles in you.

“Look at you,” He says as his hand slowly moves up and down your back, following down your spine and to your ass. “Fuck,” and he slaps your ass.

You jump and giggle as you look back at him. “Are you just going to look at me all night?”

Joel smirks and taps your outer legs, motioning for you to get on your knees. His hand presses down on your back, causing you to arch your back exposing your ass in the air. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

And you do. Joel pushes himself inside you and grips your hips. He is big and fills you so well. You both move so perfectly together. It’s slow for only a moment, but he liked it hard and rough until the end. You know how he likes it and it’s exactly what you like.

“Oh god,” you moan as you bury your face in the sheets.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you taking me so well.”

Your whole body went hot at his praise. He never fails to make sure to tell you how good you were doing and how good you looked doing it. Especially near the end. Joel always flips you over, so he can face you when you are both close. He looks you in the eyes as he moves deeper inside you. He moans in your ear as he kisses your neck. Just as you both reach climax he says your name, a reminder that you are his.

You both are laughing and high off the pleasure. Joel smothers you in kisses before helping you with aftercare. He takes care of you. During his darkest days, he has you. And protecting and taking care of you is his way of showing his appreciation and love. His love feels like a secret for only you. There is something special about a man that keeps everyone out but you. Eventually, you’ll show him how to live again. But for now, you’ll enjoy this side of him that only belongs to you.

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estrellami-1 · 2 months

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 61 | Part 62 | Part 63

Robin appears at the top of the stares and judges them with her eyebrows. “What, exactly, the fuck did you two dingi do now?”

Steve snorts, craning his neck back to look at her upside-down. “Dingi?”

“Yeah. Plural of Dingus. Dingi.”

“Not Dinguses?”

“No, it’s irregular, shut up.”

“I think it should be Dingeese.” Eddie giggles at the twin looks of despair thrown his way.

“Steve,” Robin says carefully, “is it too late for me to break up with him on your behalf?”

Steve laughs and grabs at Eddie. “Yes.” He sits up carefully and turns to face Robin. “We were racing and I fell.”

“Because I was an idiot and tripped you, Steve, don’t make this your fault-”

“But I was the one who raced you in the first place-”

Robin sighs. “Dingi,” she declares again. “Were you actually going to grab pillows and blankets? Or were you going to find a room to make out in?”

Steve and Eddie exchange a glance. “Yes,” they say at the same time, then collapse into giggles.

Robin sighs again. “I’m going to kill Dustin first for suggesting you two meet. Then you two for making me witness this. Then myself for witnessing it.”

“Nah,” Steve says easily, walking up the stairs towards her, Eddie right behind him. “You love me too much. Him, maybe,” he says, pointing behind himself, “but you could never kill me. I wouldn’t let you, you know too much.”

Robin narrows her eyes playfully. “That’s exactly why you have to die, because you know too much.”

“Mutual homicide?” Eddie suggests.

“Yup,” Robin says.

“We’ve talked about it,” Steve adds, ruffling Robin’s hair, then dancing away before she can swat at him.

“I’m gonna do it one day,” she threatens, fixing her hair, throwing a pillow at them. “Go get things. Don’t get distracted.”

“No promises,” Eddie says, and they race down the hallway before Robin can respond.

They split apart to ransack their respective rooms, meeting again at the top of the stairs. “My lord,” Eddie says, bowing low and gesturing towards the stairs.

“Thank you,” Steve says politely, even as he can feel a blush creeping over his face and towards his ears.

They meet everyone downstairs and dump their treasures in the pile already started by the girls. “Alright,” Steve says to Eddie, gesturing to the pile. “Engineer?”

“Okay,” Eddie grins, rubbing his hands together. “First things first, a big blanket on the bottom, then pillows covering it, then another blanket on top, then more pillows on top of that. I’m gonna grab some chairs while you get started, then I’ll be back to help.”

“I’ll help,” Steve says.

“Nope!” Eddie exclaims. “I do not need you to get another injury, Stevie, you’re staying right here.”

Steve rolls his eyes but acquiesces, and soon enough the base is done. “Now the fun part,” Eddie says, setting the chairs up in a semi-circle around the couch. “The roof!”

Everyone works together with Eddie’s direction, and soon enough it’s complete, big enough for all five of them to comfortably fit.

“This is nice,” El says quietly, laying on her back and smiling up at the star-speckled blanket draped above her.

“It is,” Alli agrees, matching her volume. “It’s been a while since I’ve made a blanket fort.”

Steve hums in agreement, listening as everyone whispers to each other. His eyes are sliding shut when Eddie’s hand slides into his, and he looks over briefly to find Eddie smiling at him. “You gonna fall asleep?” Eddie whispers, quieter than everyone else, something meant just for Steve’s ears.

Steve hums again, taps the back of Eddie’s hand with his pointer finger. “Prob’ly.”

Eddie’s eyes crinkle. “‘S a good idea. You should.”

“Don’… tell me what’a do,” Steve murmurs petulantly.

Robin leans over El to grab Steve’s other arm and give his bicep a little squeeze. “You’re getting argumentative, babes,” she tells him. “Go to sleep.”

“You go t’sleep,” he tells her, even as his eyes slide shut.

He can hear her smile. “Goodnight.”

He’s awakened, either far too late or far too early, by Eddie’s thigh on his bladder. He groans softly and extricates himself first from the pile of people, then the fort.

He stands, staring at the fort for a minute, swaying with exhaustion before turning and trudging down the hall.

The light blinds him when he turns it on, and he groans again, resolving to do what he needs to as fast as he possibly can.

Soon enough he’s trudging back to the living room, only to stop when he sees the kitchen light on. He pushes open the door and blinks at the bright light, somehow not as harsh as the one in the bathroom.

He rubs his eye and asks, “Robbie?”

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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Maddening Love

summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.

pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)

warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.

note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333

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Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”

You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder.

With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”

The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her.

“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can.

When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity.

“What’s got you upset, Harley?”

She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”

“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”

Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it.

Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”

“Always.”

A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”

A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again.

“Prove it.”

Desperately, you nod your head.

“How?”

Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’d kill for you, Harls.”

She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”

You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”

“I’d take the blame.”

You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side.

“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open.

The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side. Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else.

When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music.

“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously.

The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away.

You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air.

“Still love me now, honey?”

You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head.

“What if I pulled the trigga?”

“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.”

“What if I had a bullet?”

You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it.

“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.”

Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw.

“You don’ care that imma killa?”

You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”

“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”

Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up.

The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true.

“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops.

A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart.

“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”

Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips.

“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table.

You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”

“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”

“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”

He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”

You mock a salute to him on his way out.

Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence.

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modelbus · 2 months

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I've done it guys I complied old writing bits and created a valentines post someone give me an AWARD. This is just gonna be a bunch of random snippets between reader and Tommy from their relationship <3 fluff for the day of love

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Romantic Relations - Valentines Day Special

"Wait, I'm- why isn't the pickaxe working?" You ask, looking at chat for help.

MCC was stressful as it is, you didn't need your computer having a breakdown.

Tommy laughs. "You have to claim the pickaxe, love." He explains softly.

"Oh. Fuck. Chat, shut up. Shut the fuck up."

"Love." Wilbur scoffs. "I'm sickened."

"I will leak your address if you don't fuck off." Tommy threatens.

Wilbur mutes.

"Freddie, you IGL. You IGL." Tommy laughs, leaning back in his seat. From what you can see of his screen, he's floating in air which means he's dead. He turns to you, your entrance not as quiet as you thought. "You okay?"

"I just wanted a gummy snake." You shrug, approaching him.

With a smile, he tugs his headphones down around his neck. "But I bought these."

"Your mum bought them." You correct, reaching over his keyboard to grab one out of the packet.

Haribo twin snake gummies, his favorite. You had quite literally never heard of them before meeting him. He has a whole package to himself.

"They're still mine!"

"Tough shit then." You pop it into your mouth, smirking at his expression. "Gummy worm tax."

"The rest are mine."

"You're going to make yourself sick."

"Small price to pay for these. Wish us luck?"

"Good luck."

You snag another one before waltzing out of the room.

"I'm not saying that." Tommy laughs. "Fine! Wait! I've got a message for you!"

You pause, turning back to him with raised eyebrows. You know he's on call with both Eryn and Freddie so they definitely just said something stupid.

"Freddie and Eryn say hi."

"That is definitely not what they said."

"That's the important bit, don't worry." His head snaps to his computer, eyes going wide. "Eryn!"

"…okay then."

You duck out of his room, another snake gummy hidden away in your hand. What a fool.

Tommy's in the room three seconds after you scream, eyes wide with his phone in hand. Another second and he's next to you, worried.

"What? What happened?"

"There's a fucking bug in the bed." You say, never taking your eyes off the bug.

Screaming might've been an overreaction but it jumped at you! Bugs weren't meant to jump! You were perfectly sane for screaming.

"There's a- what the fuck?" Tommy laughs. "You screamed because there was a bug?"

"IN THE BED!"

"I thought you were getting murdered!"

"I was! By this fucking bug!"

For dramatic effect you point at it. The sudden movement must startle it or something because it jumps again, making you flinch backwards.

Tommy's laughing louder now, placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly pushing you towards it.

"It wants to say hello!"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO SAY HELLO TO IT!"

You duck out from his hands, crossing the room. "Kill it." You demand.

"It's just a friendly little fellow! Hello bug!"

"Kill it or I will move out right now."

Tommy pouts, catching the weird bug in his hands. "Come on, he's my new friend!"

"Kill. It."

"Say hello to it first."

Little shit. Fucking asshole.

You cross your arms, an empathetic no. Tommy laughs harder, opening the window and dumping the bug outside.

"Gone." He announces. "Fucking hell."

"Thank you."

"Big man Tom Simons saves the day yet again."

"My hero." You fake swoon, holding a hand to your head.

"I recorded that entire thing, so I'm putting it on Twitter."

"IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT-"

"I am not your crutch." You say, but don't move as Tommy puts a hand on your shoulder and uses you for balance as he wipes off his feet.

"Just stay still."

"I'm trying!"

He brushes off the sand before sliding his foot into his shoe, then moving onto the next foot.

"Hurry up." You sigh.

"I'm trying! Okay, okay, done."

"I can't believe you got that much sand on your feet-"

"You're about to have some fucking sand in your face!"

"Hey!"

"It's nice making them do all the work, isn't it?" Shelby asks, giggling as Tommy fake-lurches and acts like he's about to drop their food.

"Definitely." You agree, smiling at your boyfriend.

Wilbur isn't far behind Tommy, paying for all the food. They didn't order much, but you couldn't tell that from the way Tommy was acting.

Shelby was filming a "week in the life of" vlog, so you decided to all meet up and help her out with some content. You would do one, but you're not much of a YouTuber. Besides, Tommy's already done two since you've lived with him.

"Although if he actually drops that stuff Wilbur will kill him." You add.

"Oh, no doubt."

"Shelby Shubble!" Tommy calls out. "Shelby Shubble, why are you not filming me? I can be the star of the video!"

"I know! And that's why I've got to keep you minimized!" She exclaims.

"Me? Minimized?!"

Tommy sets down two drinks in front of you. One's yours, and the other is his. Both cokes, seeing as that's the superior brand.

The bag he drops in front of you is, again, both of your foods. McDonalds: putting multiple orders in one bag since it opened.

"Thanks, Toms."

He practically flings himself into the booth next to you, collapsing on your shoulder dramatically.

"I went through hell to get the food to you! Hell!"

Shelby starts laughing, and you roll your eyes. "Oh yeah? Did you see the devil?"

"I did! I did!"

"What'd he say?"

"He sounded a lot like Wilbur Soot—funny, that—and he said: 'Tom! Tom! You're the best man ever! The biggest! The only!' To which I obviously replied 'I have nothing on PhilzA Minecraft, thank you very much' but he didn't believe me!"

"Why not? PhilzA is the only man ever."

"He's the Devil, innit?" Tommy straightens suddenly. "Wait, you think Philza's the only man ever? Is he the best?"

"Well, if he's the only man ever…" Shelby jumps in. You nod along with the olders words, hiding your smile.

A hurt look comes onto Tommy's face, and he dramatically pouts at you both.

"Shelby Shubble, are you saying you'd pick Philza Minecraft me?" He waits for Shelby to nod before turning to you. "Aren't you dating me? Not Philza Minecraft?"

"Am I? I hadn't noticed." You hum, and Wilbur chooses this moment to come with his and Shelby's food.

"Wil!" Tommy exclaims. "Wil! I'm dating this bitch next to me, right?! Right?!"

"Uh-"

"So they should think I'm the best man ever!"

Wilbur's gaze sweeps over the three of you, and you try to imagine what he must see. Tommy, putting on the performance of a lifetime. Shelby, openly laughing behind a hand. And you, yrying and failing to hide your grin.

"I don't know, seems a bit controlling Tommy." Wilbur shrugs, taking his seat next to Shelby and handing over her things.

"Controlling?!"

Underneath the table, you nudge Tommy's hand with yours. Without missing a beat he entwines their fingers.

"Me? Controlling?" He continues.

Stealthily, you pick up a fry as he doesn't let up on his rant. Shelby nods, seeing your plan, and you throw it at him.

Tommy pauses, then bursts into laughter.

"What the fuck? You wasted a fry!"

At his words, the rest of their table goes up in a roar of laughter and happiness. Of course, the manager kicks them out for it, but it was so worth it.

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mxlktxa · 11 months

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𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒄𝒘; 𝒏/𝒂

♡˗ˏ🍰໒

“Why’re you so far, babe?”

I was ripped from my thoughts, heading spinning in the direction of Ellie’s voice. Her face barely said it but her body language exposed her as worried and confused at my behavior. I wouldn’t blame her, I’d been a little off for the past few days.

“Hm?” I gave a short reply, raising my brows to add a little bit of emotion for her. That’s when I had just now realized we were both on opposite sides of the couch, Ellie on one end with her journal and me just curled up on the other end, in my own little world.

“C’mere. I miss you,” she whispered, hand rubbing the empty space beside her. My eyes followed her hand movement then meeting her beautiful green eyes after a bit of me admiring her hand, “I don’t bite, Y/N. Not unless you ask me to.”

“Oh, shut up, Ellie,” moving closer to her, a sweet smooch was placed on her shoulder in order to hide the smile I had on display, “you literally bit me once because I said I loved you and stared at you for all of two seconds.”

“Yeah, which in reality meant ‘hey, baby, please bite me after we hold eye contact because I love you that much’,” Ellie kissed my temple, chuckling lightly at our little conversation.

I had resided in Ellie’s home for a few days now, trying to get myself back on my feet, emotionally and mentally. Just a few days ago, I had gotten into a pretty bad argument with Jesse and Dina, both of them saying some pretty harsh things they clearly regretted saying. It took a huge toll on me, so I just hid away in Ellie’s bed and/or arms, down in the dumps.

"I'm so fed up with this, Els. So fed up," I muttered. Our hands collided, Ellie bringing my hand up to her lips, soothing pecks resting on my skin, those loving lips leading up my arm until she reached my shoulder.

Ellie continued to kiss up to my neck, hands finding my thighs, groping and squeezing every now and again, nearly silent grunts leaving her as she continued her attempts to get my mind off of what had been bothering me. As much as I wanted her to do plenty of vulgar things to me, I couldn't bring myself to actually get in the mood for such activities.

"Not right now, I'm sorry. I just... I can't get there."

"No, no, I'm sorry. I should've asked you first," Ellie backed away, seeming a bit desperate yet considerate, "come lay down, babe. You could use a nap."

"I'm not tired, Ellie."

"Yes. Yes, you are," her hands attempted to bring me to my feet by tugging at my waist, failing after a while though she never tried to use all her force to stand me up. Ellie was always and definitely is strong enough to move me but right now she just didn't want to irritate me anymore than I already appeared to be.

"What if I played something for you?"

I instantly perked up, glancing to meet her enthusiastic eyes. She chuckled and crossed the room to grab the guitar Joel had gifted her as well as her chair, placing it in front of the bed and sitting down comfortably. My eyes flashed between Ellie, the bed, and the guitar, slowly gaining the courage to stand and so Ellie would play and sing for me. Her alluring, emerald eyes seemed to brighten, ecstatic that I was moving from the couch to the mattress she begged me to lay on.

"Atta girl, get in there," she reassured me, rubbing my knee as I lied down in front of her, "get comfy, I know you're going to fall asleep either during or after this."

"No, I'm not."

Ellie raised her brows as if to ask me if I was serious. We both knew she was right... I just liked to be stubborn, nothing else. I got beneath the covers, hugging the pillow Ellie usually held onto in her sleep, observing as she settled into a certain position so she could play her instrument for me.

"Will you fall asleep with me after?" I requested, biting my lip in hopes of her agreeing or winking at me as she usually did when I popped that question. Of course, she winked taking in a deep breath before she officially began to distract me with her caroling of Take On Me.

Her voice was soft and comforting, as per usual, instantaneously sending me into a lethargic frame of mind. A mushy grin was the only thing to keep me from really passing out on her.

Ellie was always just a safe place for me to run to before and even after we had gotten to become a couple. I was the same to her but of course when she needed me, she was just so monotone and nonchalant about her problems until I noticed her demeanor. She always picked at her hands or lips, bounced her knee, and was slightly shaky as if she were just agitated with everyone and everything.

Everything started to muffle for me and my vision blurred while my body just felt beyond informal. I hated when she was right, even if I did back her up on her statements. I just wished she was at least more than halfway through the song when I was starting to shut down.

Damn you, Ellie. But, oh... Do I love you with all my heart. What I wouldn't give in order to give you all the comfort and happiness you give me. I couldn't be more grateful.

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Between the Black and Gray 17

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Nal and Fen stayed strapped into their pod for the better part of an hour before someone opened it up. Being an escape pod, provisions are made for opening from the outside - you never know when the people inside are injured and can't escape themselves. They had unstrapped and were just sitting around waiting to be let out. What else could they do?

Finally, they heard banging on the other side, and with a slight puff of pressure differential, the door opened and a human technician peered inside. Immediately behind here were two heavily armed soldiers in armored pressure suits - but their helmets were open. "Uh, you two all right? Do you need medical attention?"

Fen's eyes flicked to Nals, and she barely twitched one of her ears. The earring jangled just a little bit and Fen figured she meant to play along. "We've been drugged. We're doing better now, but we could probably stand to be checked out by a medical team. Do you have someone familiar with K'laxi physiology?"

The tech turned and looked behind them and gestured to someone Fen couldn't see. Another human, this one in a white medical uniform stepped in. "My name is Doctor Tiems. We can check you both out, I am familiar with K'laxi physiology. What happened?" As she spoke she started to help Nal out of her seat.

"We were aboard that starjumper, Spyglass and as soon as your group of ships linked into the system, we were drugged and placed onto this escape pod and dumped. I saw Spyglass fire her stardrive, and I assume link away, but I didn't see that. Honestly, it was hard to concentrate."

A little reader chirruped when Dr. Tiems pressed it to Fen's neck. She looked at the readout and blanched. "I'll say it was. You were given enough antinausea sedative to knock someone out for a whole day. How are you awake?"

Fen smiled weakly. "I don't know Doc, I guess they don't effect me as much."

Dr Tiems stepped out and offered her hand to Fen. "Come on. Let's get you to medical and get that flushed out. Don't worry about your stuff, we'll take good care of it." As Fen stood the world started to swim around her. Maybe she wasn't as lucid as she thought. Dr Tiems had two chairs ready for them, and Nal was already seated. Her eyes followed Fen as she carefully got out and fell into her own chair.

It was hard to believe the Super Dreadnought was a human made ship. It was almost completely opposite Spyglass. Where Spyglass was cramped and cozy, this ship - Fen hadn't asked which one it was, and they didn't mention it - was bright and airy with tall, wide corridors, lots of light, and so many people.

Fen had never seen so many humans in one place, not even back home. There was a K'laxi here and there, some in the same blue uniform as the humans, and a few in other uniforms, maybe visitors. The vast majority of people aboard were humans though. It was almost unnerving.

They were wheeled into medical, and placed in beds near the entrance. Fen's upper arm had a cuff placed around it, and she felt an icy coldness and then a numbness spread over her. Something appeared on a screen over her head, but she couldn't turn to see it. Soon after though her thoughts began to clear, and after maybe half an hour she felt like herself again. Dr Tiems came over and fussed over them. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm much better now, thank you."

She nodded. "Good. How about you?" She turned to Nal.

"Yes, thank you. I nearly feel like myself again."

"Wonderful. Please, what are your names? I didn't get them when we got you out of your pod."

"I'm Fen, and this is Nal." Fen gestured towards Nal, who nodded and flicked her tail.

"Good to meet you both. I'm going to request you stay connected a few more minutes to make sure all of the sedative has been flushed from your systems, and then you'll be meeting Captain Cooper for a debriefing. Spyglass was the first starjumper we had seen in nearly a century, we thought they were all gone!" Dr Tiems got up and went into her office. They were alone for a few minutes.

"So uh, what do we do?" Fen quietly asked Nal in K'inmar.

"Keep doing what you're doing. Tell them the truth. Just... maybe not all of it. Don't lie though. These ships have things that can detect outright falsehoods."

"What? How?"

Nal's ears twitched and she shrugged - carefully so as not to disturb her cuff - "I'm not exactly sure. It's not like they have mind readers, I think just really good body language processors built into cameras. So, if you're going to lie, be really confident about it." She smiled.

A few minutes later, a woman dressed in a much more elaborate version of the uniform that Fen saw everyone else wearing walked in. She was tall, with closely cropped hair and an imperious expression. Two armed guards flanked her, their expressions carefully blank. Dr Tiems rushed out. "Captain Cooper! I was just about to signal you. Our... guests have been checked out and can be debriefed."

"Thank you doctor." The Captain just watched as Dr Tiems removed the cuffs. "Please, come with me." Without waiting, she turned and left. The two guards both flicked their eyes to Fen and Nal and gestured with their heads.

Fen and Nal walked behind the Captain with the two guards following them a respectful distance behind. They walked quite a long distance on the ship, maybe five minutes before coming to a conference room. The Captain didn't even slow as she approached the door, and it parted for her just in time. Nal and Fen followed her in, and the two guards took up station outside.

Inside was a long table, with a dozen chairs. Captain Cooper sat at the head and gestured for them to sit next to her. Fen and Nal dutifully sat down. The Captain took out a pad, and set it on the table, face up. Fen and Nal could see two dossiers on the pad, one for each of them.

She slid the pad to Fen. "Please. Is this you?"

Fen took the pad and scanned it. It was her all right. The Gren station she was born on, her human parents, her K'laxi caretakers, Ma-ren, her work with Tam'itarr, everything." She slid it back to Captain Cooper. "Yes, that is me."

She nodded and slid the pad to Nal. "Same question." Nal scanned the dossier, scrolling a little, and once or twice flipping back and forth. She slid it back. "Confirmed. That is me."

Captain Cooper took the pad and closed it with a snap. "Fenchurch Whitehorse, we have no outstanding warrants for you, though the Gren Star League has a bench warrant for you. We currently do not extradite to the Gren though, so you are safe with us." She turned. "Nalenni Bightiarr, K'lax has already requested your return. We understand you are overdue for a debriefing with the Provisional Authorities."

Nal blinked. "Y-yes, that is correct. Captain Cooper, with all do respect, how do you know all this?"

"It is our job to know."

"O-okay then. What is to become of us?" Nal leaned back in her chair. Fen was able to see that while she was doing her best to put on a quiet indifference, Nal was actually quite worried. The fur around her ears was poofing out more than normal.

"From us? Nothing. We see no reason to keep you. We are going to ask you a few questions about Gord, as he is a wanted individual, and then we'll release you. Fen, you're free to continue on to K'lax as you had originally planned, or we will ferry you anywhere in human space as a one time sign of goodwill and apology for your... circumstances. Nal, we will drop you off at the Provisional Authority Starbase."

"That's it?" Fen was flabbergasted.

Captain Cooper's face softened. "That's it Fen. We're not monsters. You weren't even on our radar until you started paling around with Gord. We did our due diligence, found out about your history, and decided that you've had enough. You are a result of your parents and their parents choices, not yours. You have the right to see human space for yourself and make your own decisions."

"But what Gord said about the AIs..."

"I imagine it was colored with his experience of things as well as his perspective. We know a lot about Gord. He never means to do harm, but history will show that on more than one occasion his cohort did quite a bit of harm to humanity at large. The AI faction's drive for agency wound up costing quite a few human lives as well as threatening the existence of the Empire when it had barely begun. We were only defending ourselves, Fen. You deserve to see our side."

Fen's head was spinning. The Empire - the people that both the humans and K'laxi back home would talk about in hushed tones, or with acid in their voices was... was being nice to her. They were going to ask her about Gord and then let her go. They were even going to offer her a ride anywhere she wanted. She didn't know how to process it. Captain Cooper turned to Nal. "Nal, you do not have to disclose your mission - that's between you and the Provisional Authorities - but please tell us about Gord."

Nal shrugged. "He fit the description. He is frightfully intelligent, always aware, and watches when everyone thinks he's not. He is driven to recreate his species, and every decision he makes is colored by that. I think he was close to a breakthrough and that's why he kicked us out. You'll notice he lit Spyglass' stardrive and boosted away at a high gee; higher than either of us could have taken. He wanted to make sure he had a clean getaway. If he wasn't close to something, he probably would have allowed himself to be caught and just played along."

Captain Cooper made some notes. "Yes, we suspected that as well." Fen, did he ever talk to you about building more AI bodies?"

"What? No. He never talked to me about it. We spent the two years we were together running cargo and earning money and repairing Spyglass. We went from one broken reactor to a full compliment and last I heard the matter printer was nearly full of material."

"Was it now? That is news to us." Captain Cooper raised her eyebrow, and made a few more notes. "It sounds like Spyglass is in much better shape than we had anticipated. We had figured it was barely holding together. We knew that when it landed at the Gren station it didn't move again until Gord stole it."

"That's what I understand to have happened too. Honestly when I was a kid, we mostly went over and played in her. She was dark and cold my whole childhood."

Captain Cooper stood. "Thank you for cooperating, ladies. I will have the bursar set you up with accounts for your funds, and give you the most current exchange rates. We'll be docking with the Provisional Authorities first thing tomorrow. Fen, we'll need to know your decision by then. Please, explore the ship, talk to people, ask things. I'll let everyone know they have permission to speak to you about non-classified things. Nal, we'll drop you off when we dock."

The Captain walked out of the room, but the door stayed open. Fen sat there, dumfounded. This was happening so fast. Just this morning she was with Gord and getting ready to finish a job with a huge payday. Now it was nearly dinner time and she was aboard an Empire Super Dreadnought being offered its use to carry her anywhere she wanted.

"Nal, what should I do?"

Nal's ears flicked. "You're asking me? Go do what the captain said. Talk to people. See what they're like. You don't have long to decide, but once you're off their ship you can do what you want. Gord made it sound like you had some money. Buy a share in a ship, join up with a Merc group. Hell, buy a house on Parvati and just live like a bum planetside. You can do what you want, Fen."

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sungbeam · 1 year

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[𝟑:𝟑𝟒𝐏𝐌] — kevin moon x gn!reader

0.7k words, fluff, swearing, lowkey comfort, kevin hoists u over his shoulder :) and i pay attention to his biceps :) ur welcome

a/n: i am here for ssk (soft sexc kevin) content !!

"Kev, it's just a few hours more—"

Kevin Moon crossed his arms over his chest, making his bulked up arms from hours at the gym become more accentuated. He pinned you down with a stare, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "No, Yn—babe, you've literally been working your ass off for these people who drop their shifts at the last fucking minute! I'm done letting you be walked over."

He was right, you definitely knew that. But you were getting paid, and though exhaustion wore at your bones, you didn't have the heart (the guts) to say no. "I don't want to fight with you on this," you sighed, pinching the space between your eyes.

His expression softened and he let his arms down to his sides, taking a couple steps toward you. "Then don't," he murmured. "You're so tired, Yn. Tell them I had an emergency or something and that they'll have to find another substitute for once."

"Wouldn't that be weird for me to say yes and then change my mind?" You pressed your lips together into a slight frown, letting your brain do all of the overthinking. "It's too late now; the shift is starting in a few minutes, and I'm going to be late."

You had begun to turn toward the door of the apartment, but sucked in a sharp inhale as Kevin stepped in front of you and hoisted you over his shoulder. "Kevin!" You yelped, grasping onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he kept you anchored to his body with one hand flat on the small of your back and the other wrapped around your calves.

"I told you—" he said with a smug, little grin, "—I'm done letting you be walked all over." He carried you all the way into your shared bedroom before unceremoniously dumping you onto the bed.

You huffed indignantly, rising onto your knees so you could be eye to eye with Kevin who stood right before you. His arms were crossed again, but that self-satisfied, impish grin was still on his face, and you could see that stupid tongue of his on the inside of his cheek attempting (and failing) to suppress said grin.

"You!" You exclaimed, hardly being able to hide a smile of your own. "What the hell was that?"

"You know when I said there are benefits to me working out more?" He replied with an indulgent, thoughtful expression. "Yeah, that's one."

You felt your neck and cheeks heat up. You were no stranger to your boyfriend's sudden obsession with toning his body—and you were definitely not one to argue against it. Except for maybe in this case. "Kevin, you can't just do that. I have to go to work."

The smile slipped from his face, and was replaced with a sigh. He reached out to grab your hips, the action not meant to do anything except ground himself. "Yn," he said firmly, but not unkindly, "no you don't. It is not your responsibility to make up for someone else's losses all the time. You've already worked so hard lately, honey."

One of his hands came up to cup the side of your face, his thumb grazing over your cheek. "Aren't you tired?"

The nod slipped before you could actively stop yourself.

"Okay," he murmured while returning the nod. "Now, do you want me to text your coworker, or do you want to?"

"Could… you do it, please?"

Kevin broke into a boyish sort of smile. "Of course. Where's your phone? I'll take care of it."

You tried not to let your mind wander off toward possible repercussions of this, but you reminded yourself more so that you needed this. You needed to establish boundaries with your coworkers, and if Kevin had to help you do it, then so be it. You handed him your phone from where it was stashed in the inside pocket of your jacket. While Kevin texted away, eyebrows furrowed, he sat down on the bed next to you so you could read over his shoulder.

When he was finished, he closed your phone and placed it facedown on the nightstand. "There; all done," he declared, turning to you and pressing his lips to your brow. "Nothing to worry about."

You curled up into his side, mouth stuffed into the muscle of his shoulder. His arm wrapped around your body to pull you against him. "Thank you for that."

"Of course," he said, rubbing the side of your arm reassuringly. "We're in this together, y'know?"

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Cake | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda surprises you with a cake after a long overdue promotion at work

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 759

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“Umm, watchya doin’ there hon?” you asked. The kitchen was in absolute shambles. Mixing bowls and spoons were scattered all over. Batter and flour were plastered on the counters, the walls, the floor, and Wanda’s face. She looked completely overwhelmed, her red hair messily falling out of the bun tied on top of her head.

She sighed as she leaned up against the sink, running a flour-covered hand through her hair and speckling it white. “Well, I was attempting to make you a cake to celebrate your new job offer, but I think things got out of hand,” she explained as she looked around to examine the damage done to their kitchen.

“You know, I think this is what Agatha meant when she was talking about chaos magic,” you teased, picking up a whisk from the floor. As you stood up, something hit the side of your face: it was flour. As you looked at your white hand, Wanda giggled. She had a mixing bowl in her hand, the remnants of her magic creating a red glow over the bowl.

“Oh you’re gonna get it now,” you said, placing the whisk on the island. You quickly scanned the room for the nearest flour-laden object, which was the flour sack itself. Wanda screamed as you lunged toward the open bag.

“Don’t you DARE!” she shrieked as you grabbed a fistful of flour.

“All’s fair in love and war,” you taunted, chasing her around the island.

“Y/N I swear don’t even think-” She was abruptly cut off as flour hit her square in the face. She froze in place, eyes shut as she sputtered flour out of her mouth and nose. It was a sight to see, Wanda standing there, already disheveled, but now with flour all over her face. You couldn’t help but laugh. It was absolutely hilarious.

“Stop it! It’s not that funny!” she whined. You were laughing so hard you could barely breathe as you bent over with your hands on your knees. “I’m serious!”

You kept laughing as you looked at her. She could say she was angry all she wanted, but you could tell she was resenting the smile that was slowly creeping up her lips. Her smile quickly turned into a smirk. Before you realized what she was doing, you saw her turn her wrist and felt the entire bag of flour dump on your head.

Now it was her turn to laugh as you stood there wiping flour out of your eyes. “Okay, I probably deserved that,” you admitted, brushing the flour out of your hair.

“Yeah you did,” she laughed.

“You know what? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. And to show you how sorry I am I’m going to give you a BIG hug!” You extended your arms out wide as you walked towards her.

Wanda’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Oh nonononono, don’t you do it, mister.” When she saw you were serious she turned and ran into the dining room, but you were too fast for her. She squealed as you wrapped your arms around her midsection and lifted her up. “Put me down!” she squealed. You obliged, lowering her until her feet touched the ground. But your grip around her middle didn’t loosen that much. Just enough for her to turn around and face you.

“You’ve got a little something on your face,” you pointed out.

“Where?” she asked, raising a hand to her cheek.

“Here I’ve got it,” you said as you leaned in to kiss her. She brought her hands up and wrapped them around your neck.

“Did you get it?” she asked as you broke the kiss.

“Nope, let me try again.” She giggled as you leaned back in to kiss her lips again.

This time it was Wanda who broke the kiss. “I’m sorry about the cake,” she apologized.

“That’s okay,” you replied. “But next time, I’m okay with one of those ice cream whale ones.”

“Wanna go to the store and get one?” she asked.

“You serious?” You raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Mmhmm.”

“Like I can get my own whale cake? With the crunchies and everything?!”

“Why not? We’re celebrating!”

“Come on woman! We’re burning daylight!” You pushed her out of the way and grabbed the keys from the table, bolting to the car flour and all.

Wanda laughed as you trailed flour across the floor. You might be a pain sometimes, but you were her pain, ice cream cake loving and flour throwing and all. And she loved you for it.

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cabezadeperro · 5 months

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🤎 for Kix/Jesse (if you are still playing)

hi!!!!

established situationship, T, alcohol mention. canon compliant (sorry)

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

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“You have him?”

“I have him.”

Kix crouches in front of Jesse, trying his best to not touch the disgusting floor of the alley. He didn’t have as much to drink as Jesse, but he’s had more than enough, and keeping his balance is harder than it should.

He looks over his shoulder: Rex’s attempting to duck from under Jesse’s arm, but Jesse won’t let him go, his hand wrapped like a vice around Rex’s bicep. Rex is flushed and sweaty, his eyes bright, and when Jesse tugs him closer he rolls his eyes and allows it. Jesse smacks a kiss on his cheek, loud and wet and kind of gross, and Rex snorts. He smiles, big and wide and bright, and Kix feels something clench within his chest—it’s been a while since the last time he saw Rex smile like that.

He looks away, and when Jesse stumbles, Kix’s there to stop him from falling. He wraps his hands around his thighs, his fingers slipping slightly in the sleek fabric of Jesse’s dress greys, and then he stands up. Jesse’s arms wrap around his neck, and he rubs his unshaved jaw against Kix’s smooth one like a tooka.

Kix starts the long, slow walk towards the barracks; Rex stays behind, cigarette already between his lips, his hands cupping the flame of his lighter. He paid for everyone’s drinks—Kix’s pretty sure the general gave him the money: Skywalker has known Jesse for a long, long time, almost as long as Kix and Jesse have known each other. Jesse’s chest is warm against Kix’s back, and Jesse’s lips are on his jaw, on his cheek, not quite kissing the skin.

“Are y’gonna stay tonight?” Jesse asks suddenly. Kix pauses in front of the turbolift, steps inside when the doors slide open. Jesse is heavy, but Kix’s carried heavier for longer, and—it’s fine.

“D’you want me to?”

Jesse sighs. They are alone in the lift—it’s so late it’s early, and anyway, lately most civvies avoid the area. Too many clones on leave, and too many shock troopers on duty.

“I always want you to stay,” Jesse says under his breath, his lips moving against Kix’s skin. He blinks away from his reflection, breaking his own gaze.

Jesse’s very drunk. Kix knows he means it: that’s irrelevant. If Jesse were sober, he wouldn’t say it out loud. Kix clears his throat.

“You have a very early morning tomorrow,” Kix replies. And you’re very drunk. “Sure you want me to keep you up?”

Jesse says nothing, and after a while. The lift stops: Kix tugs Jesse higher over his hips and starts making his way towards the barracks. He can see them at the end of the street, huge and dark against Coruscant’s night sky.

He’s beginning to think that Jesse’s fallen asleep when he shifts. “That’s not what I meant,” he grumbles. “And you know it.”

Kix presses his lips together. He nods at the boring troopers standing guard and steps inside. He blinks and makes a face when the lights come on, the sensors ticking as he walks towards the place where the 501st is billeted.

Jesse exhales. He starts shifting, trying to get off Kix’s back: Kix ignores him, ignores it, and doesn’t stop until they’re at Jesse’s cot. The long, dark room is quiet, mostly empty: most of the battalion is out in the city, making the best out of their leave. Kix unceremoniously dumps Jesse on top of his mattress, and then he kneels on the ground and starts unlacing Jesse’s boots. Jesse allows it, but Kix can feel the heat of his glare on the crown of his head.

After a beat, Kix sighs. He finishes tugging off Jesse’s boots and glances up at him: Jesse’s scowling, but he’s not actually angry.

“I’m sorry,” Kix says. He looks away, down at his own feet. He moves to sit down on the edge of Jesse’s cot, his thigh against Jesse’s hip. “I just—”

He trails off: he doesn’t even know how to explain it to himself.

“I know,” Jesse says. Kix blinks and glances up at him: Jesse’s shrugging out of his jacket, turning and shifting on the bed so that his head lies on the pillow. He’s looking at Kix with sad, liquid eyes: he’s already half-asleep.

Kix makes him drink some water, and then watches him until Jesse makes his sulking way through a stale civilian protein bar Kix finds in his locker.

And then it’s time to leave, to find his own bed, to sneak into someone else’s, and it wouldn’t be the first time but Kix finds he’s just not in the mood. It didn’t quite sink until that moment: Jesse really is leaving. Not forever, he’ll just be away for a few months, and then he’ll return, but he’s the only one left. Fives dead, Hardcase dead. Echo dead as well. Rex—well. Rex is Rex.

“It’s only ARC training,” Jesse grumbles. He’s closed his eyes, and he’s lying on his side, his hands under his cheek like a child. There are chalky crumbs on his lips and on the pillow. “Don’t look so tragic.”

Kix huffs.

“Move over,” he says. Jesse blinks his eyes open.

Kix can feel Jesse’s gaze on him while he undresses, leaving his rumpled greys where they fall. He slides under the thin sheets, and then Jesse’s wrapping arms and legs around him, tucking his head under his chin. Kix sighs, tries and fails to breathe through the pressure on his breastbone, through the tightness in his throat, and falls asleep to Jesse’s lips on his throat.

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daisydaisybilly · 1 year

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wake up call | j.m

MASTERLIST | REQUEST

pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

summary: Joel surprise you with breakfast

warnings: hint of swearing and fluff ( season one spoilers maybe this takes place before part two starts )

word count: 600>

a/n: I just finished played part one and I’m 100% in love with Joel 😍 Pedro is just making it more true . I just wanted some pure fluff so I wrote this

You stretched out your aching legs, trying to block the sound of people getting about their day. A groan left your lips, three night shifts in a row had taken almost everything from you. And you still had the next night to worry about.

Clanging and banging with a few swears hit your ears, the noise seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Accepting you were not going to get any sleep you kicked back the covers and pulled on your jeans.

The house was cold, making you regret leaving your bed at all, so what if you couldn’t sleep it was warm there. The closer you got to the kitchen the louder the swearing got. Smirking you lent in the doorway.

“What you cookin good lookin” you shot over to Joel who was sternly looking at a pot on the cooker top. You skipped over wincing at the cold floor, and frowned seeing something, it was definitely something in the pot.

He sighed putting his hands on his hips, “it was meant to be an omelette”. You nudged him away with your hip and started to fix what he had started. He stayed close by and watched as you worked, “I never really got the hang of cooking”.

You dumped some nice smelling herbs into the pot, “helps I was a chef before all this” you hummed, throwing some cheese in the pot. “You heard from el?” You asked.

His body felt stiff behind you, a sigh left your lips as you clicked the gas off. “You two are gonna have to talk sooner or later”.

He took out two plates and set the table, “I’ve talked, the balls in her court now”.

“You’re both as stubborn as they come” you huffed, halving the ‘omelette’ onto the plates. Joel sat down opposite you, the hunger hit you suddenly and you began spooning it into your month, “so any special reason you cooked?”.

He stopped eating and looked at you, you stopped the spoon halfway to your mouth. “You seriously don’t remember?”. You giggled not being able to keep the act up much longer, he smiled annoyed but happily at you.

You jumped from your seat, “why else did you think I was talking all these night shifts?” You asked over your shoulder as you pulled his gift from under the stairs. Still giggling you sat back down putting his gift in front of him.

“Happy anniversary Pumpkin” he placed your gift on the table too.

“Happy anniversary Baby” you smiled.

“You first” you pushed his gift closer to him, “sorry for the shit wrapping only got it this morning” you said pointing to the sad looking paper bag. Out of it he pulled out a near full bag of coffee, his eyes widened.

“How did you get it?” He asked, feeling the weight of it in his hand.

You took another mouth full of egg, “promised Eddie and Lottie, I'd do all their night shifts for the next month if they linked me up with their ‘guy’”.

He got up and knelt down by your side, his beard sending shivers down your back as he kissed your neck, you laughed, shaking him off, “I’m eating my eggs here, plenty of time for that later” you winked.

“You forgetting this” he shook your gift in the air, you dropped your spoon back onto the table. He kept his eye on you as you ripped his actually wrapped gift, you made an gasping sound when you pulled away the last bit of paper.

You flung your arms around his neck sending you back crashing on the floor, you gave both of his cheeks so many kisses you both lost count on how many you gave. You picked the detail knife up from the floor, turning in over in your hand. The handle was careful decorated in gold detail, you had seen it in one of the higher end stores in town, and was upset when you saw it was gone. “how’d you even afford it” you asked, holding it up to the light.

He held your neck, “you don’t wanna know”.

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dyrewrites · 2 months

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Before Deluca -- coffee date (rest of the last scene >.>)

It killed the mood but not the desire, too cool on my tongue he was and I didn’t want to let him go, so I tried to rile him again, is that the scene you meant?

He pulled away, but licked the taste of me from his lips before speaking, “You know it wasn’t, but I appreciate the attempt, treasure.”

Shrugging, I changed the subject, sort of, “penny university is a terrible thing to call a place that serves coffee.”

The mention of it seemed to remind Lucient of the tray and he pulled it to the center of the table before pouring us each a cup, “Agreed, treasure, it’s positively dreadful…how do you take yours?”

“Black, my dream, as it’s meant to be,” Accepting the cup he handed me, I questioned the quirk in his brow and laughed—gasping and surprised—as he spooned more sugar than should be legal into his.

With a hand to his chest and a dramatic huff, hitching his voice far too loud, he asked, “Est-ce que tu te moques de moi?”

“Yes, I’m laughing at you,” I all but sputtered and, having heard not a stitch of Italian since we walked in, hitched my voice louder to add, “lo stai affogando nello zucchero!”

“I am not drowning it,” he shot back, through giggles at my mirrored dramatics, “I am making it more palatable.”

“My dream,” I sighed, relaxing an arm on the back of my seat and sinking into the chair, “if you need that much sugar I don’t think you enjoy coffee.”

“Do so,” he pouted, “I just prefer it sweet.”

“You used the word ‘rich’ earlier,” I tested, noting a twitch in his lips and a fog in his thoughts, “what you’ve done to that coffee is ruin its rich flavor.” The twitch spread to a grin, faltering as he sipped the abomination he’d created and grimaced, telling me all I needed to know. And I chose his tongue to call him on it, “chose coquine.”

There was a little bowl included on the tray that I didn’t know the use of, but Lucient used it to dump his coffee and pour a fresh cup, looking away from me as he sipped it, “No idea what you mean…”

“If you seek to rile me again, you need only come closer,” I tried to purr the words, as he so often did, but I can’t say if it had the intended effect, as he giggled at me.

But he did move to sit on my side of the table, and I twisted to lean on the wall and welcomed his back against my chest. That prompted the removal of jackets for more comfort, which did capture a few eyes, if only until they were off—it proved difficult with how we were seated.

We were able to see all of the ‘penny university’ in that position, and share in one another’s competing temperatures. He warmed with the coffee, ever so slightly, while I only burned hotter. It was rich though, not the acrid affair I was accustomed to. There were hints of something earthy and nutty in it, and cinnamon perhaps.

Yes, that may be too much to note on the coffee, but we did enjoy the drink together often and he had a similar obsession with it. So I believe it warrants the extra.

As we relaxed there on the bench, in the booth, watching the people and enjoying our warm drinks…it occurred to me that I’d never done that before. Even at the Amici, where I was free to be myself, those who wanted to be with me weren’t interested in sitting in comfortable silence with drinks. They wanted something decidedly hotter, that they could move on from the moment it ended.

Lucient, however, seemed content to just be with me. He said as much even, leaning his head on my shoulder, voice soft—wistful, “This is lovely isn’t it, treasure, being here, together?”

“Always in my mind,” I assumed, not annoyed by it, but it rang as accusatory.

And he apologized, “Pardon, I didn’t mean to pry. I’ve not felt this either, and you feel too wonderful, treasure. Just as we are you feel wonderful.”

Unable to stop the smile, or the nuzzle into his neck, I whispered, “So do you.”

We stayed until the carafe was dry and Lucient snuck off to pay, learning why the place was called a ‘penny university’, while I waited at the door with his parasol—and our jackets.

The young man we’d frightened away—with his young, freckled face and lovely green eyes—smiled at me while I waited and, fool that I am, I smiled back.

And we would both pay for it.

Not yet, however, first Lucient had bright eyes and a crooked smile for me, “Ready to see the city?”

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novel #before deluca #i wasn't expecting to write date scenes after all the slaughter that came before these #but i am having a fucking blast #so it's fine #also i will die on the hill that 'snuck' is a word tumblr #die #on #that #hill

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