Say My Fuckin’ Name (Alfie Solomons X Reader) [Request]

kar’taylir

din djarin x female!reader

kar’taylir [kar-tie-leer]

to know, to hold in the heart.

summary: the four times Din Djarin almost says it, and the one time he does. alternatively, the four times you almost say it, and the one time you do.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from Pinterest* just imagine that trend on tiktok where people scream and cry in their shower to the bridge of enchanted by taylor swift, except it’s Din doing it. also, did I include a Princess Bride reference? yes, cause I’m trash, but I thought it fit (sidenote this may just be my most favourite thing I’ve ever fucking written??)

warnings: a FUCK ton of angst, major one-sided pining (is it though?), jealousy, broody Din, reader is fucking oblivious, Cobb Vanth being a flirty little shit, eventually a lotta fluff

word count: 6.1K (it's a long one, guys, but I promise its worth it)

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i.

“Stop. Moving.” You spit through gritted teeth as you try to wipe at the bloody mess before you.

Mando flinches beneath the wet rag. “Just-“ he groans as you swipe rather harshly at the wound that traces his entire bicep. “Just use the bacta spray, dank farrik!”

“It’s called cleaning the wound first. Maker, Mando, how you made it this long is kriffing beyond me.” You squeeze out the bloody rag into the bucket placed at your feet before draping it on the side.

The vibroblade that had caused the wound had made a perfect gash—deep, bloody, and very infected.

Usually, you had a weak stomach and weren’t able to tend to wounds, especially of this magnitude. But the more injuries your Mandalorian had acquired, the more you were put in a position to take care of him. And so, here were the two of you, hunched over each other in concentration.

You pull out said bacta spray from the medical kit along with a pair of scissors. Placing your hand along the rip in his shirt, you run your fingers gently around the fraying ends and look at your friend. “I’m going to have to cut the rest of the fabric around the wound so that way the bacta can reach the surrounding areas—“

“No, I—that’s enough—“

“Mando…” you warn lowly, attracting his attention to you. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

He lets go of a shaky breath and allows himself to lean back against the metal wall. You take that as your go ahead and begin to cut the shirt. You know about his Creed, how strictly he follows it and what he allows himself to feel comfortable with. You respect him greatly, and so you make sure to only cut away the parts of the fabric that is needed.

Splaying your hand on the curve of his armor-ridden shoulder (you had somehow managed to convince him to remove it in order for you actually heal him properly) you take the bacta and spray along the jagged edges of the now clean wound. It’s a nasty cut, but far more manageable when it’s not covered in blood and scabs.

He flinched again at the cool contact but quickly settled into you. “You need to even out your breathing. You're gonna make yourself light-headed.” You say nonchalantly, making sure you are focused on getting bacta to every exposed area possible.

He doesn’t respond, but you do hear him pause, then inhale and exhale deeply through his modulator. You’re grateful for the way it calms you down—hands cease shaking, allowing you to start wrapping his arm in bandages. “You gotta keep this on. You can take it off in a couple days, but until then…” you tuck the open end into itself and stand up wiping at your knees and the dirt that accumulated on them from the ship's floor. “Until then don’t do anything to aggravate it.”

He huffs, but you can tell he tries to hide it as a cough when you shoot him a sour look. “I’m serious, Mando. I see that thing come off before it’s supposed to and you’re a dead man. You hear me? I’ll beat your ass so hard even the New Republic officers won’t be able to find you.”

He groans as he sits up slowly. “They already can’t find me.”

His quip elicits a harsh look from you. He raises his non-injured arm up in defense. “Alright, I get it. I won’t take it off.”

You keep the glare on him until you’re sure he got the message, then slowly allow the hint of a smile to breakthrough.

Then, you hear a coo and feel two tiny hands grab at your ankle. You look down with an even bigger smile and pick up the baby. “Hi, little guy!” You sit him in the curve of your inner elbow and bounce around on your heels, waiting for him to burst into a fit of giggles. Although it doesn’t take much for your tiny green child to laugh, he is almost always overjoyed when you bounce him around or spin with him in the air.

“You wanna see your dad?” His mouth falls open in a silent laugh when you reposition him against your chest. “Yeah, he’s alright. A little stupid, but he’s okay.”

You look up to Mando mid-laugh only to see that he’s already looking at you and the kid.

Typically, it’s unnerving when he stares. After all, intimidation is his strong suit. When he wants to be scary, he is, and with a type of ease only he possesses, he parts crowds like the Geyser Sea. But right now, he isn’t like that. It’s…different, somehow.

Instead of the sharp lines of his visor being pointed down, they’re slightly titled upward—an air of softness to the minuscule movements he makes. A strange, yet familiar feeling bubbles in your stomach, but you do what you know best and push it down. You clear your throat before sitting down beside your friend and place the baby in the middle of you two.

“Tell me again why you waited almost two days to treat that?”

He shrugs, head lolling to the side as the kid plays with his gloved fingers. “You’re better at patching me up, I guess.”

You feel your face quirk up. “Well, you’re not wrong. I am an amazing medic.”

He lets out a soft laugh, picking the green child up and sitting him in his lap. “An amazing medic who passed out after seeing a blaster burn for the first time.”

“Oh, c’mon, that was one time. I didn’t have any experience yet!” You lean into him unconsciously as you both play with your adopted child. “Besides…you don’t seem to be complaining. I mean who else is gonna patch you up? Certainly, not him,” a pair of big brown eyes meets yours. “The kids smart, but he’d definitely try eating at least half of what’s in that med kit.”

He laughs harder this time. The sound reverberates off the walls of the Razor Crest and rattles your ribs.

He’s lovely.

The two of you fall into another bout of comfortable silence. The only sounds are the occasional creaks of an old ship and the baby’s soft humming.

“Y/N…?” You turn your head enough so that way your eyes catch his through his helmet. He breathes deeply, chest rising and falling until yours fall into the same rhythm. He takes one particular shaky breath and then… “thank you.”

"Anytime."

ii.

“Y/N, this is Cobb Vanth. A frien—“

“The Marshal,” you say in awe. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The man in question shoots you a friendly smile: wide and toothy. He’s an attractive man, with dark silver hair swept to the one side of his face and bright hazel eyes that lift up at the corners. He softly takes your hand in his, cradling it like you do your child. “All good things I hope.”

You snicker, earning a wink from the stranger. He lets your hand fall at that, but never leaves your side, opting to face Mando and bump shoulders with you.

“Mando,” he muses. “You didn’t tell me how pretty your uh, friend here was. Would’ve liked to freshen up a bit, ya know.”

“No need.” Mando’s voice is low and dark and sends chills down your spine. “We’re just visiting. But we should go, it’s getting dark.” He practically stomps towards the two of you, shoulders squared out and head held up high. You quickly notice how his arms are held to his sides, fists clenched as though he’s restraining himself. It makes you nervous.

What he's restraining himself for? You don’t know. But the sight makes you gulp and want to hide in the safety of your bunk on the ship. Even the child, whose head pokes out of the brown satchel that rests on your hip, cowers back into the safety of the bag at the sight of the angry Mandalorian.

“Now wait just a second.” Cobb places a friendly hand on the man’s shoulder and points to the closest—and quite frankly, the only—cantina in Mos Pelgo. “You two just arrived. Take a break for once Mando, yeah? You’re all work and no play, it’s not healthy. Lemme buy you and the lady a drink.”

Somehow, your Mandalorian bristles even more at that notion, and before anything can escalate, you choose to interject.

“That sounds wonderful, Cobb, thank you.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the familiar beskar helmet snap in your direction. He backs up a bit, adding distance between the three of you, and somehow that one act shows you just how tense the air had gotten.

You watch your friend as he shifts. It’s subtle, hardly noticeable if you’re a stranger—but all too familiar to you. He’s retreating. “You, you want to stay?” His voice is softer than usual and you swear you catch a hint of sadness.

It’s like a punch in the gut.

“Well, we’re just visiting, right? Might as well get a drink. I could go for some spotchka, and uh, I think you could use a break too.” You try to keep your tone as even as possible as you send Mando a comforting smile. One that you hope he accepts as an olive branch.

Instead, he just stands there for a couple seconds as your pulse pounds. Then, he bows his head. “…As you wish.”

“Great!” Cobb says as he leads the three of you up the steps of the cantina. He walks in ahead, calling to the bartender with a loud laugh.

Mando goes to follow him to the bar until you stop him in the middle of the room. You’re both extremely exposed, but that thought doesn’t concern you right now. As a matter of fact, not much does. The only thing that concerns you is him.

It’s always been him.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The air is thick and heavy but it’s not from the Tatooine heat, rather, the sudden coldness between two friends. You don’t know what to say to him, but you can’t leave it like this. You can’t pretend that something didn’t just happen, regardless of the fact that you don’t know what that something is. But he waits. He patiently stands there, but he never looks at you. You realize you can’t look at him either.

It can’t just be you…

The kid pushes himself further out of the bag to greet his father, probably picking up on the weird silence. That action alone gives you strength. “Are you okay?” You whisper. You meant to sound stern, but your throat is dry and scratched. You chalk it up as a side effect of being surrounded by sand, but you can’t rule out fear either.

“I don’t know what you mean,” is his response.

Your heart drops…maybe it is just you.

He’s far more composed than you: with his hands on his hips and visor trained on the baby gurgling at your hip. You take a quick once-over of him to make sure you’re not hallucinating, but he remains relaxed. There’s still something wrong. Something feels off with his words, and it hurts to analyze. To worry. To hope that everything’s okay when it definitely feels like it isn’t. “Look,” he sighs and goes to reach for your arm in a way he’s done countless times before. But he stops. He stops mid-air, and you wait for something to happen, but it never does. Simply, you watch him retreat for the second time in ten minutes. “You’re right. We need a break and Cobb’s good company. Seems to like you a lot. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

You step closer to him and wish more than anything that you could actually see his eyes. You want to see the colours that flicker in his iris’; the way you imagine they soften at the sight of his son, and how they glow when he laughs. You want to pinpoint the different emotions he feels through eyes alone, but he doesn’t give you that. He just nods politely and walks inside the cantina leaving you and the little green guy to fear the worst.

iii.

He feels stupid.

Like, really kriffing stupid.

Cobb had picked the table furthest from the bar, smack dab in the corner, providing an ample view of the entire cantina. Though there weren’t that many patrons, Din still liked to be in the corner. He was an observer after all. It was where he had the most control because he didn’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on him. It also allowed him to see everyone in a more subtle way; one where he wasn’t blatantly staring and would likely rile up a drunk who wanted to pick a fight.

He could monitor things and still be able to enjoy what little amount he allowed himself to partake in.

But he feels stupid. Because that’s not the case right now.

He could have a group of raiders walk right up to him and he would never notice. Not when he’s staring at you. It isn’t that this is a rare thing he does because it happens more often than he’d care to admit—when his attention drifts to the one thing, the one person, that somehow constantly invades his mind.

He tells himself that it’s for safety. He’s keeping an eye on you, making sure you’re alright and that no one’s bothering you (although he’s the first one to say anything whenever anyone does). But even he knows that’s a lie.

It’s not uncommon for him to steal subtle (or what he hopes are subtle) glances at you, but it is uncommon for him to be this angry when looking at you.

Usually, he’s at peace when it comes to you. But he wasn’t anticipating Cobb to invite the two of you for a drink. He wasn’t anticipating Cobb to take such a liking to you, nor, to offer to go with you to the bar to get said drinks even though you’re more than capable. But out of all the surprises he’s had today, the one that shakes him the most is you taking such a liking to Cobb.

The two of you are talking wildly to each other as the barkeep prepares your drinks. You’re smiling at him and he’s smiling right back, and you’re doing that thing where when you get excited you talk with your hands.

Din finds it endearing, but right now it’s different. Because he’s just watching. He’s not the one you’re excited about. So, he can’t bring himself to join you two. He knows that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you look at him like he’s a burden, a buzzkill who only knows how to follow you like a lost pet. But he wants to. Maker does he ever. Because maybe at the end of it all he’d get to keep you. You’d choose him after realizing that he’s always chosen you.

He forces himself to look away at that. Why would you choose someone who you can’t even see return your smile?

He’d never disobey his Creed. It’s a part of him, it’s what he stands for. And yet, he can’t count the number of times he’s second-guessed himself just to show you that he does in fact smile, that he’s alive, that he needs you more than anything. He’s a breathing man with a bleeding heart that wasn’t made for you but can’t live without you. And he hates it.

“Here we go,” Cobb sits down gently on the chair and places the drinks in the middle of the table.

Din keeps his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you take the seat beside him. The kid notices your back and immediately grasps for your attention. Which you give to him every single time because you love him.

Din would give anything to be him.

You sit the child down in your lap and grab at your glass of spotchka when a look of realization hits you. “Oh, we forgot his broth.”

Cobb, in what Din sees as a chance to impress you, is already up before you can ask. “I got it. You sit tight little guy.”

The man saunters off and when he’s out of earshot, you turn to look at him. Din feels himself start to sweat. “So, I know you said everything’s okay, but I call bullshit.”

Din’s eyes widen at the blunt statement. Not that she can see, but he’s very aware of his reactions to her (maybe the fact that she can't see is for the best). “Mando, what’s going on?” She lifts the baby up so that he can see him clearer. “We’re both worried.”

He sighs and shifts in his seat. Quickly, he weighs his options.

He could ignore her, wait until Cobb gets back, and then interrupt their little date. Cobb would get the hint and she’d be back with him and their kid on the Razor Crest. But he realizes that’s selfish of him and she’d be even angrier with him…possibly even hate him, which is the last thing he wants. Ever. So he scraps that thought. He thinks that he could bluff his way out of the situation: tell her his mind is once again on his abandoned covert and that he’s just having an off-day. It wouldn’t be the first time, and if he was convincing enough she’d probably believe him. But then he thinks of something different. He considers, for a very brief moment, what it’d be like if he just told her. He could tell her everything. How she’s all he can think about most days and nights, how he imagines what it’d be like to actually hold her hand without reason, and most importantly, how his biggest fantasy involves him taking off his helmet and kissing her. Actually kissing her like he’s longed to do since the first week of having her stay with them.

She doesn’t long for you, though.

He realizes she’s still looking at him and so he makes his decision. “It’s just an off-day for me, cyar’ika. I’ll be alright. I’m sorry if I worried you and the little one.”

She pauses, her face turned downward in sadness. His heart twists painfully. But soon she smiles. It’s faint and fake and nothing like her usual self, but it’s something.

“Okay.”

Cobb comes back to the table with a small bowl of broth and places it before the kid. The conversation returns to normal and Din is thankful that the noise is just loud enough to drown his thoughts. Even if for a short while.

iv.

“Oh, Mando look at this!”

You show him a large green and blue textile with intricate designs along its edges. It was knitted with care and looked impossibly comfortable, as far as Din could tell. “It’s beautiful.”

You smile widely and lift it up to properly look it over. “It reminds me of him.” You look down to the child that this time Din was now holding. He lifts him out of the bag in order to show him the blanket, which he immediately grabs onto. The baby coos at you, which elicits a giggle and smooth knuckles to run over his cheek. “He likes it,” you say. “We should get it for him. It can be his new blanket.”

“He has lots of blankets, cyar’ika.” He knows you know this. You're both a sucker for the little guy, but at some point Din reasons, he will have to stop spending so many credits on blankets. Though, if it keeps his cyar’ika and his ad’ika happy, he figures it can’t be all that bad.

It seems though you’ve already beat him to that realization. “Yeah, and who gets him all those blankets? Us. ‘Cause, we’re the best parents in this kriffing galaxy.”

His parents. Din preens at your words. “I’ll buy it. You go look around some more, we’re gonna have to leave soon.”

You frown playfully at him but take his advice and skip off to another booth filled with hand-made items.

Din smiles at you beneath his mask then looks down to see his child already looking up at him. The baby, who knows far more than he lets on, looks at him and then looks at you, only to look back at Din. It’s then his turn to follow the kid’s line of sight before it clicks. “No. Not happening,” Din mutters, pulling a couple of credits out of his pocket and passing them to the vendor who gives him the folded blanket.

He tucks the blanket under his arm then walks in your direction. You had moved on to a new vendor, touching anything you could get your hands on. This particular display though seemed to have you preoccupied as you proved to be too distracted to notice him come up beside you. “Find anything you like?”

You don't respond, but Din sees how your eyes were fixated on one particular piece of jewelry. The necklace was strung up on the stand closest to the woman who he assumed made them: a beautiful, long silver chain with a small moonstone attached to it. You admire it, but eventually back away from the display. You take a quick glance at all the pieces one last time before smiling at the lady then looking up to Din.

“No, it’s alright. Let’s go home.” Home. Our home.

He looks at the table and then at you. He’s not really good at the whole surprise thing (in all fairness he’s never had anyone to surprise) but, he thinks, as Cara always tells him ‘there’s a first for everything', he might as well start now.

“You go ahead, cyar’ika. I’ll catch up. I just need to finalize some things with the bounty.” Din passes you the child and the blanket and he pretends he doesn’t notice his pulse quicken when you look at him like he’s the kindest person in the galaxy.

He’s not. But he hopes he’s enough for you.

You touch his shoulder, the same shoulder you healed only weeks ago, then walk away to the loading dock with your child in tow as Din heads back to the market.

v.

You don’t think you will ever get used to hyperspace.

Colours, the kind you imagine even the queen of Naboo is envious of, rush past you in a mosaic of light. Your heart drops to your stomach as you lurch forward into what always seems like another dimension. It’s a visceral experience. It’s addictive.

The Razor Crest is a big ship, but in hyperspace, it’s weightless. And maybe that’s why you love it so much because you can’t get that kind of weightlessness anywhere else.

You’re invigorated by it at all.

Unfortunately, not everyone on the ship is having as good of a time as you are.

Below the cockpit, down the stairs, and to the right is where Din paces back and forth. The child watches from the corner, eyes going back and forth, stopping, then going back and forth again as he tracks his dad's nervous movement.

Din then stops and sits beside the kid with his back against the wall. “I don’t think I’ve ever given a gift before.”

Mandalorians don’t get nervous; they’re not supposed to. They’re supposed to be composed warriors, the soldier everyone relies on. But right now, Din can’t even rely on himself.

It’s really nothing special, simply a necklace. A piece of jewelry that you eyed, but eventually dismiss—

Wait. Did you even want the necklace?

Maybe Din read the situation wrong and you had actually decided you didn’t like it. Maybe you were simply looking at it because it was ugly, like how you study something you don’t understand.

Great. Now he’s going to give you an ugly necklace that you don’t want.

Maybe he’s not as observant as everyone says he is. As he likes to think he is.

“Dank farrik.” Din slams the back of his beskar covered head into the metal wall. This wasn’t exactly how he planned this to go.

In hindsight, he wasn’t exactly sure of how it would play out anyway, but he liked to believe giving you the necklace would lead to you giving him some amount of attention. No matter how little or how much, as long as it came from you he’d do anything for it.

Maybe he’d give it to you and you’d smile in the warm way only you can. The kind of smile that even the most beautiful of moons cry over because they’re nothing compared to you. Maybe you’d touch his face through his helmet and he’d soak into your embrace the way he’s done thousands of times before. Or maybe you’d laugh, take the gift and never think about it again.

Yeah. That sounds more probable.

“I don’t know, buddy… Do you think she’ll like it?” He goes to reach for the necklace in his pocket but it’s not there. And quite frankly neither is his kid.

He’s frantic in his search for the child and the jewelry until his eyes catch him on the ladder.

Since when did he—

Damn it.

He jumps up, as quickly as his body will allow, but the baby’s already at the top with the necklace in hand.

Your little green child coos. Your turn your head to see him shuffling over to you, a huge grin on his face with something stuck in his mouth.

“Ugh,” pushing yourself off the captain's chair, you nab the kid and sit back down with him. “How do you find this stuff, I swear to Maker, kid.”

His teeth clamp harder on the object as you try to pry it out of his mouth until you finally get your fingers around it and pull it out. It’s wet from his saliva and he laughs at you as you wipe it on your shirt in disgust. Lifting him up so he’s above eye level you give him a stern look. “Stop trying to eat everything. Especially when you don’t know where that thing's been.”

Your scolding just makes him giggle harder, forcing you to roll your eyes. You swear you’re going to roll your eyes right out of their sockets one day.

You both then turn your heads to the sound of shoes pounding up the ladder, and then the door opens to the cockpit.

Mando stands there breathing heavily, as his helmet scans the entire room before landing on you two.

“Are you…are you doing okay?”

Even under his helmet, you can tell he’s flustered, and then as quickly as he came up the steps, he focuses on you. “Sorry, I just…he had a thing in his mouth and I didn’t want him to swallow it.”

“Oh yeah trust me, I already fought with him over it.” You laugh while picking up the object you set to the side.

You swear you actually hear Mando’s breath stutter as you finally take a look at the object. At first, you don’t recognize it, concern flooding your mind at the thought of your little baby choking on something as dangerous as this.

But then you realize what it is.

Din’s shifted his weight to his other leg and he can feel his hands flex nervously—compression gloves not enough to stop him from wanting to grab the object right out of your grasp.

But he knows you. He knows you well. And he can see you’ve already figured out what you’re holding.

Your eyes meet his through his helmet. “This is…this is the necklace.” It dangles from your fingertips, and the child swats at it—the jewelry becoming his newfound obsession. “The one from the market I was looking at…”

“Yes.” He cringes at how he sounds. So quick and robotic and awkward, and so very unprepared. He’s never felt this nervous before, and yet he can’t back away. He has to deal with it. “You didn’t buy it, but, I thought maybe you still wanted it. So I got it for you. As…as a gift.”

You look down at the pendant and smile softly, running your thumb over the cool, smooth stone. “If you don’t want it, I can trade it for something else when we land. Something more desirable—“

“What’s that word…?” You both speak at the same time.

“Sorry,” you chuckle out. You’ve caught his attention though, caught him off guard on his needless apology, so you clear your throat. “How do you say beautiful in Mando’a?”

He’s stunned beyond words. Beyond thoughts. And yes, he’s acutely aware of the fact that he knows he probably looks like an idiot—a man who doesn’t even know how to talk to the woman he loves, much less surprise her with something so heartfelt. But the way you look at him, sincerity in your eyes as you await a response, his brain short circuits and he somehow gives you one.

“The word is mesh’la.”

“Mesh’la,” you repeat softly. He feels his knees buckle at your voice speaking in his mother tongue and he curses every deity for putting him in such a foreign situation.

But then you’re putting the necklace on without a second thought. As though it’s routine and the necklace is already part of your being. And then his nervousness melts away. It de-escalates into something different. Something that propels him further, closer to you.

You’re a magnet and he’s the piece of metal flying through the air, willed by a force he cannot control. “Do you…like it?”

“I wouldn’t be putting it on if I didn’t like it, now would I be, Mando?”

“Din.”

“…what?”

He hadn’t even noticed that it slipped out. And he’s surprised his covert haven’t already started to beat down the walls of his ship. A confession of a gift is one thing, but Din telling you his name is just purely reckless. He should stop while he’s ahead, but the dam has been cracking beneath the weight of his feelings for a long time. So it seems that it’s time he gives them a chance.

“My name,” his voice shakes, wavers with each syllable. “My name, cyar’ika, is Din Djarin.”

You stare out, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But then there’s a calmness that shines through. You look down at the kid, who has been watching the two of you closely for a while now.

He hears his heart pounding in his ears so loudly he’s positive he's going to pass out. “Din…” You repeat the name slowly, unsure of it as you test out the way it feels as it rolls off your tongue. “Din. I like that name. It suits you.”

“I like your name, too.” You laugh loudly. If it were out of context, he would’ve panicked at your laughter, but after realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he finds it easy to laugh right along with you.

You hold the kid in the crook of your elbow as you stand in front of the man with a permanent smile on your face. “And uh, cyar’ika…” Din’s heart drops to his stomach and his blood runs cold. “What does that mean? I figured it meant friend or something like that but…” you’re hesitant to voice your thoughts, worried that maybe you’re overthinking it; anticipating and expecting something only for it not to be there. Wishful thinking. “I’m just curious.”

Of course, you are. Why wouldn’t you be? It was only a matter of time before you were going to ask him. Only a matter of time before you put all the signs together. Before you realized you didn’t want him that way.

Cara once told him he wasn’t subtle. At first, he had no clue what she meant, but he knows now. And he wishes he didn’t.

He takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the welling up in the corner of his eyes, but understands that it’s pointless. His time is up.

“Cyar’ika…” his tongue swells up his mouth. He’s never felt this breathless before. “It means sweetheart.”

Even from behind his helmet he feels exposed. Everything is out in the open and nothing he can do, or say, can fix it. And the fact that this is the first time since he met you that he can’t read you? It truly terrifies him.

He tenses up, waiting for the moment in which you say goodbye. When you kiss the forehead of your child, pack up your things, and give your awkward thanks to Din for allowing you to stay with them.

He waits, and waits, and waits. But it never comes. Instead, you slowly bring your hands up to his. He holds his breath, or rather, his breath holds him. Your hands gently glide on his arms until they reach the broad expanse of his shoulders, and then the edges of his helmet.

He hesitates, but you don’t stop there. Eventually, your hands stop on the sides of his helmet, where you assume the sides of his face would be if you were to hold him without his armor. He can’t help but lean into the contact you provide him. Even through the impenetrable beskar, he can still feel the warmth of your hands on his skin, imagines how it would feel to place his skin on yours. It may be temporary, but if this is all he’ll get for the rest of his life, he’d die happy. “What should I call you then?”

He…wasn’t expecting that. Actually, it was the last thing he expected you to say. You take his silence as a good sign to keep going. “Well, if you call me sweetheart…what should I call you?”

“I…” Din almost cries. He’s tired, stressed, and feels like he’s on a tightrope. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes you aren’t running away. You’re staying here. Touching him through his helmet and looking at him the way he’s wanted you to for what feels like forever. You're looking at him the same way he looks at you. “Din. I just want you to call me Din.”

You smile at that. At him. “Din…” he melts underneath you, relishing in the way his name sounds in your voice. And then you're reaching up to him, hands still holding his helmet firmly as you ever-so-gently pull him to meet you. And then…

Then you kiss him. You plant a feather-light kiss to his helmet, one that lingers and permanently takes ownership of his breath. You pull away from him before pressing your foreheads together and Din swears he just died.

The two of you stay like that for…you aren’t too sure how long. It feels like it’s been both seconds and minutes. Although you really aren’t keeping track, the dizzying feeling rattling around in your skull makes your brain feel like mush.

You can feel Din’s breastplates move slowly, letting you know that he’s calmed down, coming down from the shared high of two friends who’ve finally collided. He inhales deeply and his hands rest over yours. Your fingers intertwine on the sides of his helmet, but then he’s lifting up the beskar, and you panic.

“Din, stop.” You don’t realize how breathless you’ve become and you’re shocked that even with the lack of oxygen to your brain, you’re still aware of his creed.

But he cuts you off and presses his forehead to yours again. “It’s okay, just…just close your eyes. Please.” It's almost a whimper, and the sound ruins you (you take mental note of that sound for later). So you close your eyes.

You’re eager to feel him. To touch skin rather than just beskar. You don’t know what he looks like, might not know for a long time, but you’ll know what he'll feel like. And right now that’s the only thing keeping you going.

Your hands feel him first. Smooth and warm and a hint of stubble. You begin to map out his face with your hands, all while he holds you. It’s the most intimate you’ve ever been with someone…the most intimate you think you’ll ever be. Then, he’s kissing you. It’s firm, yet gentle. Soft, yet hard. It’s everything you both imagined it to be, and more.

It’s so beautiful it hurts. But at least now you two don’t have to deal with the pain on your own.

Night Out

A/N: i haven’t written anything in probably 3 years, am I coming back just because I watched the new Top Gun? Absolutely. This is so rusty, but I tried. I need a creative outlet 😂😂 also, this is not proof read at all so if it doesn’t make sense that’s why

Summary: you meet Rooster and there’s an immediate connection.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, and somewhat of a breeding kink.

Your day at work was long, filled with unkind, impatient, and just terrible people. You would’ve cried and gone home if it weren’t for the fact it was a Friday night and you had already agreed to go out with your best friend. Something about putting on makeup and going to a bar after a bad day wasn’t necessarily a joyous process, but you were a people pleaser through and through.

“C’mon Y/N, you look hot. You already know the bar will be filled with all those hot, navy men after work. Time to get some military dick. There’s practically cobwebs in between your legs,” your best friend laughed. She knew you had a thing for a man in a uniform and it had been a long time since you had gotten any.

“I know, I know. I’m coming,” you groaned out. All you wanted to do was lay down in your bed and close your eyes, but that was not happening tonight.

Before you knew it, you were sitting alone at the bar while she was off with some man that she had just met. She had a way of doing that, just finding someone instantly without any trouble. You, on the other hand, sat at the bar, praying you looked mysterious and not like a total loser. You kept ordering drinks, hoping to distract yourself from the growing embarrassment in your stomach. One drink turned to two, two turned to three, and then four turned to six. Now you felt good, a little past tipsy, but not quite drunk. It was then that the alcohol hit your bladder.

It was on the way to the bathroom that you bumped into a very hot, very built man. His drink was thrown back onto his white tank top “I’m so sorry, these dang heels cause me to lose my balance. Or maybe that’s just me, I don’t know. I’m just so sorry, I’ve made you spill your drink. Now I’m rambling, i just need to shut up,” your words spilled out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You finally looked up at his face and it was a wonder your jaw didn’t hit the floor. He was smiling like it was no problem, while you were trying to clean his shirt with a nearby napkin.

“It’s okay darling, accidents happen,” he said with ease, his smirk obvious. He could see it in your eyes that you thought he was the hottest thing on Earth. “What’s your name? Are you here all by yourself?” He asked, praying that the answer would be yes and you didn’t have a boyfriend lingering around the corner.

“Y/N, my names Y/N. Yeah, well no and yes. My friend was here but now I can’t find her, so basically yes,” you rushed out, he was very attractive and you talked a lot when you got nervous. “What about you? What’s your name?” You answered. you wished that you could’ve said something more like ‘take me home and do whatever you want to me’ but you weren’t bold like that.

“My name’s Bradley, but all my friends call me Rooster,” he answered. You knew what that meant, he was a military man. You should’ve seen it coming, the muscles, the confidence, the mustache.

“Nice to meet you Rooster. sorry for spilling that on your shirt, but I’m about to pee myself,” you felt the liquor now, you giggled out your words and he moved over so he was no longer blocking the bathroom door. You relieved yourself and came back out where he was still waiting on you.

“What are you doing tonight Mrs. Y/N?” He asked while sipping the beer he had gotten while you were using the restroom.

“Hmmm, probably about to head home,” you answered, you needed to go home before you got too bad and you couldn’t walk, which you had to do since your friend abandoned you.

“Would you like me to give you a ride?” He asked. Your answer should be no, without a doubt. It was dangerous, he could be some like murderer who was going to chop you up in little pieces.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, with all seriousness. This man was too good to be true, of course his fatal flaw would be something like murder.

“No, no I’m not,” he laughed out, he knew if he didn’t get you home someone else would. Someone else who might want to hurt you.

So, with his answer, you stupidly accepted. Off into his car you went, you gave him your address and then you were on the way. You closed your eyes and before you knew it, you were home.

“Wake up Miss Y/N, we’re here” he lightly shook you awake. As much as he felt guilty about eyeing up a drunk woman, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to your chest that was practically popping out of your dress. You were too tired to notice.

“Thank you Mr. Rooster,” you yawned out, reaching for the door handle to get into your house.

“Before you go, put your number in my phone. I would like to see you sober next time, preferably,” he didn’t ask, he told you to put his number in your phone. And you did just that, you would love to see this man again.

Before you knew it, you were going out on a date with Rooster. Then, you were hanging out with each other for a month. You had gotten to know a lot about each other, but he had yet to make a move on you. He told you about his parents, and how much he had struggled as a child. You told him of your past and how you had ended up on the island.

You were beginning to grow worried that he didn’t find you attractive. It wasn’t until one night that you guys had gotten wine drunk after cooking at your apartment that you knew he did.

“You know, you’re very gorgeous Y/N,” Rooster slurred while resting his head on your shoulder. He picked up his head to look you in your eyes.

“You know, you’re very hot Rooster,” you dragged out your words back. His face slowly getting closer to yours, his gaze going back and forth between your lips and eyes.

“I want to kiss you,” he stated with finality.

“Then kiss me,” you retorted. And kiss you he did. His lips felt like a relief to you. They were soft, but his kiss was hard and intense. It was as if his lips were made for yours, like everything in your life hasn’t made sense till this very moment. The kiss became more intense as the seconds went on. One of his large and rough hands went to your face, while the other went to your waist. He seemed unsure of the boundaries, but you wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands all over you, you didnt want to know where he began and where you ended.

His lips left yours and he started kissing down you neck till he reached the neckline of your shirt, his eyes looked up to you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, knowing what he wanted. What you wanted as well. He lifted your shirt over your head, revealing your chest. His eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. You had been preparing for this moment, you purposefully put on a black bra just in case this would happen. He was admiring your chest and you just wanted him to touch you.

“Come here, please,” your voice came out as a breath, a needy whine. This set a fire in him now, he knew you wanted him. Truly, wanted him. He pulled you back on to the couch, so now he was laying on top of you. This kiss was even more intense, he was now biting your lips and not just holding, but squeezing your boobs. It was all too much, too good, too real. He took a breath and lent down into your ear, “let me see all of you, Y/N. I need to see all of you,” he groaned as his hips pushed into yours. His bulge hitting your sweet spot.

“M’kay,” that was all you had to say as you were taking your bra off. He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he was taking a nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue. “Ahh,” the sensation went straight in between your legs and he knew it. You could feel the smile on his face as he continued. He sucked on your nipple for about a minute as you were writhing under him, the wetness in your underwear increasing by the second. It was too much, he had to stop. 

“Stop,” you breathed out and he did. “Why? Is something wrong? If you don’t want do this anymore it’s okay,” he rushed out. That’s not what you wanted at all. You crashed your lips into his mid sentence, stopping him from rambling on as you once had. In the middle of the kiss you flipped him around so now you were straddling his lap.

Now, you had him right where you wanted him. Kissing down his neck, you slowly got off the couch and onto your knees. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. He knew what was to come. He tore his shirt off faster than you had ever seen anyone do before. Your hands reached out for his belt, taking it off with nervous fingers. What if you weren’t good at this anymore? What if he didn’t like what you had to offer? That didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. You were going to do this.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing just how large his bulge was in his underwear. All you could manage was “oh my god,” under your breath. This man was already cocky enough, but by god that just amplified it by ten.

“C’mon baby, i know you can take it. Such pretty lips, it would be a shame for them to go to waste,” he said with such arrogance. You were all too distracted to really process what he was saying, too distracted to even feel the floor killing your knees. You were too focused on what was to come. It wasn’t till his hand came to your neck, guiding you down that you realized how transfixed you had been.

“Be a good girl, take it,” he whispered. That right there went straight to the spot between your legs. It caused you to take action. Your hands pulled his boxers down, revealing him in all his glory. And by god was it glorious, no wonder they called him Rooster. He had the cock to match. You kissed the tip, licking on it, sucking it. Taking your time before working your way down, you wanted to watch him squirm, watch him anticipate it.

His hands guided your head down more, pushing his cock all the way to the base of your throat. It stung, but you didn’t mind. It was all for him. “Oh, such a good girl for daddy,” he moaned out. You had no choice, you needed to be his good girl. You started to work for him now, bringing your hands into it. Sucking, licking, jerking him off. You wanted to be the best he ever had.

“Ohhh, so good,” he groaned. His hands pushing your head down even farther on his dick, now you began to choke on it. This caused him to push your head down even farther. you quickened your pace, trying to get him off even faster.

“S-stop,” was all he managed to mutter out, but you couldn’t stop now. You liked seeing him like this, so helpless. This caused you to go even faster. “Stop!” He said with more of a firmness now, “if you want me to fuck you, stop.”

You listened then, retracting your mouth from his dick. You looked him in the eyes as you did so, watching them drift off in the back of his head.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You asked, with a sweetness that you knew would just get to him.

“The best, but now it’s time for me to put in the work sweet girl,” he responded. This caused you to get even more excited now. He picked you up onto his lap, “but if that’s gonna happen, I think it’s time for your sexy little shorts to go.”

He pulled them off without hesitation, without even asking you. You loved that, you had never ever seen him so demanding before. He reached to feel you through your underwear, “already so soaked and I haven’t even done anything,” he said with a cocky tone.

“You don’t have to, I just want you to fuck me,” you whispered in his ear, “just fuck me lieutenant Bradshaw.” you played on his obsession with power, knowing that would drive him crazy. He picked you up know, walking to your bedroom, throwing you down on your bed. He watched you from the edge of the bed, standing there, staring at your body. He dick was so hard, it looked painful.

“Who knew you would be so naughty, Y/N?” He teased. His hand went to his cock, rubbing it, jerking himself as you laid there helpless.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please? Please what?” He teased once again, still playing with himself. You gave up on him, getting up from your bed and kissing him hard. You pulled him onto the bed too, so now he was laying on top of you.

“Fuck me,” you said sternly, “or I will find someone else who will.”

“No,” was all he said as he took your panties off. He guided the tip of his cock up and down your folds, “you really think I would let someone else fuck you? No, not now. You’re mine Y/N, completely mine.” His tip grazed your hole as he was guiding his cock.

“C-condom?” Was all you could manage.

“No,” he stated, “you’ll have my babies if I want you to. No one will ever fuck you again, you’re mine.” It was as he said this, he found your hole and pushed in. His tip was sucked in by your walls.

“O-oh, fuck. Rooster,” you moaned out. He pushed himself in more, “too much, can’t take it. It’s too big,” you whined out.

“You’ll take it if I want you to take it,” that was his answer and it was final. He lifted you up and his hands guided your face to make you watch him invading you, slowly but surely you did. Although he talked a big game, he was not going to move till you indicated he could. He was so big and it was such a stretch.

“You took me so well, Y/N. Look, it fits perfectly. Feels so good, mmm” he praised you. You slowly squeezed on him, almost to get him moving but he wouldn’t budge until you gave him the go ahead. You slowly started moving your hips, but you were doing all the work while he stayed still. His head in-between your head and shoulder. He was planting kisses.

“Fuck me like you said you would,” you demanded.

“Okay, you’ll get what you want,” he said cockily, “you’re gonna take daddy’s dick so well, huh?” He said while slamming into you. It hurt as much as it felt good, “ohh,” you moaned out. It felt too good, you slowly started to crawl away. Trying to get away from the pleasure and pain.

“No,” he said as he dragged you back, “you wanted it and now you’re gonna take it. Gonna take my cock and cum, gonna fill you up so good,” he said as he pounded into you, it was too much. You couldn’t breathe it felt so good. All you could let out was stuttered breaths as he was pounding into you.

“Brad-Bradley,” you squeaked out.

“Not my name,” was all he said as his hand went to your throat, pulling your face to make eye contact with him. “Say it right, or don’t say it at all.”

“Daddy,” you moaned out. His dick was hitting all the right spots and one hand was circling your clit. You were on the brink of ecstasy as he was pounding into you, you began squeezing the life out of him. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up. I want everyone to know who I belong to,” you whispered in his ear.

He flipped you over. now your face was pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and his dick was so, so deep. Before you didn’t think he could go any further in you, but now it felt as if he were in your stomach.

You were letting out endless moans as he pounded into you, smacking your ass as he did. You could feel the sweat dripping off his face and landing on your back.

“Love seeing you like this darling, so full of me. Never seen somebody move like this before, never seen anything like you.” He praised you, getting you off even more. “You really want this dick, huh? Ass in the air just ready for it.”

“Mhmmm, only ready for you,” you groaned out, not even entirely sure he heard you. His hands left behind prints on your ass, as his mouth left behind marks on your neck.

“I can’t take much more daddy, I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t even find the right words to describe it. It was so painful, but so good at the same time.

“Will you fill me up? Huh? Make me yours?” You questioned, teased him trying to make him finish faster.

“Yes baby, all mine,” he grunted. He wasn’t listening to you anymore, his eyes were focused on the way your ass jiggled as he pounded into you. You couldn’t even keep yourself up anymore, his hands were holding your hips as your whole body went limp.

It was too good, everything was too good to be true. “I-I’m done, i can’t,” you shouted as you came. You saw stars as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you. something about it was so primal, so real.

As you recovered from your high, he was still going. It was silent, no words. All you could hear was his grunts and your moans, plus the sounds of your bodies colliding. Your body couldn’t take much more and you wanted him to get off before you tapped out. Your body couldn’t do it twice, you would pass out if it did.

“Make yourself a daddy,” was all you had to say before he came in you. And cum in you he did, he released what felt like gallons into you. As he came, he continued to thrust into you, making sure his cum reached the deepest part it could. Even after he finished he stayed inside of you, making sure nothing would go to waste. He flipped you over to where you were laying on his chest and he was below you, still seated inside of you.

His breaths coming out shallow and quick, you felt as though you couldn’t speak after that. After ten minutes of silence and him playing with your hair, all you said was “this is gonna hurt tomorrow.”

“Oh, we’re not done sweetheart. That was just the beginning,” he responded kissing your head. You felt some excitement, but also some fear for your poor vagina tomorrow.

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Warnings: Dom Chan, unprotected sex, knotting, breeding kink, hybrid wolf Chan

Your friends talked you into getting a hybrid, they all had one. Songha had Felix, a pretty orange tabby cat hybrid, Mia had a cute beagle puppy hybrid, Seungmin; and Jangmi had a fox hybrid named Jeongin.

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Blueprint

Part of the Stray Wolves Series

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Lee Felix (SKZ)

Genre: Vampire AU; Werewolf AU; Forbidden Love AU; Prequel

Warnings: Graphic Smut; Explicit Language; Blood Drinking

Word Count: 8K

Summary: Y/N is tired of her werewolf pack dictating her choices, especially when they force her into an arranged marriage with a younger friend. In retaliation, Y/N sneaks out one night in direct defiance of her alpha’s orders, and she meets a mysterious vampire who allows her the first tempting taste of freedom…and she might just fall in love with him in the process.

A/N: This was supposed to be for Felix’s birthday, but I’ve got something else that I could release for him, so here ya’ go!!

Blueprint: “a detailed outline or plan of action: a blueprint for success.”

My life had always been dictated by the choices of others instead of my own. For example, when I turned 16 and endured my first painful heat, our pack alpha declared that I was finally ready to mate. It was a scary thought for me to process, and I begged my father not to force me into an arranged marriage. 

However, he was stern in his handling of the situation, refusing to disobey his alpha, but more than willing to pair me with a much younger werewolf named Mark who wasn’t quite ready for the mating ceremony because he still hadn’t gone through his first rut. In hindsight, I knew that it was a logical compromise, but I was still upset because I didn’t want to mate with another wolf and have pups. Plus, Mark was one of my friends, and I was troubled by the thought of presenting myself to him.

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↪ PAIRING: Reader / Shownu  ↪ SUMMARY: Y/N’s mysterious new neighbour has definitely caught your eye. He’s quiet but the two of strike up an unlikely friendship. He doesn’t speak about his work to you and you don’t ask, but when his job puts your life in danger questions have to be answered once and for all.

↪ WARNINGS: violence | stabbing | mentions of blood | sex

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THREE YEARS LATER

Affectionate thumbs rubbed up and down your growing belly and you hummed in satisfaction. You weren’t far along enough yet to really be showing too much, but laying in bed with your shirt bunched up under your breasts it was clear as day to see; you were pregnant.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re just a hitch hiker trying to escape the small town you grew up in. Life is out there waiting for you, but never did you think it would take you to Los Angeles. There is word of a group for people like you who want a place to belong. If only you knew…

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Austin!Tex Watson x fem!reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MINORS DNI! This includes depictions of murder and very quick mention of sexual assault. mentions of blood, violence, breaking and entering, trespassing, mentions of being in a cult. CHARLES MANSON AND THE MANSON FAMILY! use of a gun, mentions of murder, murder scene, super angsty and super dark! extremely violent

I’ve been writing this for over two months now and am finally proud to put this out. This is super dark and very tense if you can not handle that please do not interact. you’ve been warned. I need more Tex Watson in my life but this one is for you @mamaspresley @karamelcoveredolicity

You gripped your arm tightly as the blood dripped from your fingers. Panting you stood by the poolside looking into the water. That once clear blue liquid slowly faded as the harsh dark red color infused it. You hadn’t heard the footsteps behind you, yet when his larger hand was placed on the small of your back you didn’t react in the slightest. The clang of metal hitting the concrete sounded out beside you, your eyes catching the silver of the gun just from the corner.

“He’ll never hurt you again…” Tex’s hoarse voice said to you. Looking up at him you could see the bruises already beginning to form around his neck, blood and bruising showed all over his face. His hands and arms were stained with blood. Was it his or someone else’s? You weren’t sure, but what did it matter. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, motioning to your arm. You shrugged, nowhere else hurt. The knife wound didn't exactly hurt, you could just feel the faint throb as the blood gushed from it.

Reaching out he held your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. “Shh, darlin’ you’re safe now. I told you I’d always protect you, didn't I? We’re goin’ somewhere far from here, just you and me.” You sniffled and gave him a little nod. Leaning in Tex pulled you close and gently pressed his lips against yours. The metallic taste of iron from his busted bottom lip seeped into the kiss. It didn’t matter though, you had him and he had you and Charlie was dead.

~

You grew up in a small town in Tennessee. The population was a little less than 300 with no chance for opportunity unless you were to become a farmer. When you turned 19 you packed one small backpack of clothes and some necessities, said goodbye to your mama, and set out on the road. You wanted to do something, wanted to be someone but you knew you couldn’t do that in Tennessee. Over a year later you had traveled all across America, almost making it to Canada at one point hitchhiking. Yet you ended up in Los Angeles, California.

You were standing out on the corner of Sunset Boulevard with your thumb out in the air, hoping someone would pick you up. To your luck, a blue pickup truck pulled up next to you. Watching as the passenger window was rolled down, you moved in closer to see the driver. You were met with big soft blue eyes and a heart-throbbing smile. His head was ducked down just enough to see you, causing his shoulder-length brown hair to cascade over his shoulders and fall

carelessly around his face.

“Where are you headed to?” he asked his soft southern drawl peeking through his words. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth gently you leaned into the car pushing your head into the window ever so slightly. “Down to San Fernando, heard there’s a group out there that might take me in. Don’t need you to take me all the way, just as far as you wanna.” your voice was bubbly and warm. One thing you found helped along your travels was to be as inviting as possible. Be it by your tone of voice or the things you wore the more inviting, the more people wanted to take you with them.

“Are you talkin’ about that Spahn Ranch?”

Nodding cautiously, you hoped that area had been good and he wouldn’t turn you away. “Funny you’d be goin’, I’m actually headin’ that way myself. We can go together.” with that he sat up unlocking the door. You let out a slight shriek of happiness quickly moving over to the bench on the corner and scooped up your knit bag. Opening the side door you got in and set your bag on the floorboard of the car.

The man was much larger than from outside the vehicle. His legs were long and built, you could tell because of the way his jeans hugged his thighs and his boots clung to his claves. Your eyes met his face as he began to drive, noticing the way his slight facial hair accentuated his jawline. He was a handsome man no doubt about it, this you decided was good in case he wanted something in return for driving you.

“I’m Tex by the way. Tex Watson.” his eyes returned your gaze from the side with a smile. A warm tinge bit at your cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught. Smiling bashfully you held eye contact with him for a moment,” Well thank you so much for picking me up Mr. Tex. I’m Y/N.”

“Oh don’t mention it, jus’ glad I could offer some help.”. The ride there was long, about an hour from where you had been picked up. You two talked almost the whole time. At first, it was small talk and by the time the sign for Spahn Ranch came into view he was laughing at a story you told him through your cross-country travels. You started to get quiet as your surroundings finally registered. The orange mountains that engulfed the little ranch made everything seem so small. That wasn’t the only thing off about this place, the closer you got to the ranch the more people started to show up. A few here and there at first and then an almost swarm of people at the barn and by the house.

The most eerie thing of it all, was how many girls there were. You could count the number of men you saw on your left hand, including Tex. You could feel your body tense as the girls began to notice the truck, a few of them running towards it waving their hands and giggling. The man beside you looked over picking up on your timidness. “It’s okay, they ain’t goin’ to hurt you. I promise,” he reassured. For some reason, the words from this stranger made a sense of relief wash over you. Before you could give any indication of understanding he parked the truck, turned it off, and stepped out.

You followed picking your bag off the floor and slipping to the dusty ground. “Tex, you brought us a new friend!” a girl no older than 16 said coming up to you. “Welcome to Spahn Ranch. I’m Squeaky. Let me take your bag.” an older woman said coming up to you and reaching out to take your things. Two more girls were talking to you at the same time starting to pull you away from the car. It was so overwhelming you could barely get a word in, your head turned looking over your shoulder at the man who brought you here. His eyes locked with yours and he nodded gently to you before you were pulled away fully.

~

That night you had been fed and bathed, given new clothes, and a room to share for the night. Sitting on the mattress of the floor you were getting your hair braided by a young girl with a head of hair so orange it looked as though she had been dipped in the colors of the setting sun. The two of you were listening to a Beatles record when a man no taller than 5’8 walked into the room. The girl sitting behind you immediately stood and left the room. You could feel your heart pound against your ribcage as the two of you were left alone. He stood near the door for a moment looking over you without saying a word.

Before the silence became too alarming he walked over to you with a warm smile, crouching down on the floor in front of you. “Hello, I’m Charles Manson. You can call me Charlie.” his voice was soft and inviting. It took you off guard as the voice that came from this man did not fit what was being portrayed. “I’m Y/N…” your voice was meek and timid showing your uncomfort. “No need to be afraid little rabbit, I won’t hurt you.” his hand reached out to your face, pushing a stray hair that had fallen from your braid behind your ear.

Your body tensed at his touch, his hand lingering against the skin on your cheek. “I run things around here. I’m just here to make sure you won’t be a threat to our home. But you seem harmless… isn’t that right?” you nodded in response looking away from him. Retracting his hand he set it on his knees standing. “I’d like for you to be a part of this if you want to stay. I think you would be a great addition. Mouse will run you through how we go about things if you decide to stay. We are a community here and we all help each other out. This is a good home with good people, I think you’d fit right in.”

The words you wanted to say got caught in your throat so you sufficed with a quick “Thank you Charlie.” and with that, he gave you a nod and left. Your interaction with this strange man and this strange place did not sit easy with you the rest of the night.

~

A month had gone by and you were finally settled into a home. The ranch had become a final resting spot and the people slowly became your family. You quickly learned how things worked around there, much like a commune where everyone had their own job to complete every day, and in return for work, you got a roof over your head and food in your belly. It was also explained to you that there were only a few men to help out with the things the women couldn’t do.

Due to Charles being the main person in charge he made it clear that the men could not touch the woman unless going through him first. This you did not question as you did not want to jeopardize your living situation. But this didn’t stop you and Tex from finding ways to see each other. Since that first day of arrival, the two of you had been inseparable. He always knew where you were or what you were doing and you knew the same of his whereabouts. You both volunteered together on off-lot missions as well as around the ranch maintenance. At meal times the two of you would sit together separate from the group. You’d grown rather fond of his company and you could feel the tension grow between the two of you with each meeting.

Tex Watson was Charlie’s second hand, and with your presence, the man was starting to notice the lack of concentration the taller man had for his most pressing matters. So the first day of Tex’s absence left a bad taste in your mouth. You tried not to think much of it, but soon days passed and then weeks. The work that was given to you on the ranch became more physically taxing and the women began to outcast you. You had been prohibited from joining the weekly congregation in the main house and were given the scraps of anything left be it food, fresh water, bathing time, etc.

Leaning against the hoe you held in your hand, you swiped the sweat from your forehead. The hot summer California sun beating down on you. Today’s task was tilling land to get ready for fall gardening. Looking across the ranch towards the entrance you saw a strange large van drive up the way. When it came to a stop you were quick to point out Charlie climbing down the passenger’s side. The back doors opened and five men exited, not one face was familiar until a sixth final body turned from closing the doors.

You felt your heart thud against your ribcage, nearly losing your grip on the tool in your hand. His eyes found yours across the way and you lifted your hand in his direction to give a gentle wave. A very faint smile crossed his lips for a short moment, but before he could return the gesture Charlie was tugging on his shirt sleeve to pull him along.

By dinner, you had washed up and were sitting down next to a new member who did not speak. The two of you sat in silence as the girls and men around you chatted. Staring down at your plate with your chin resting in your left hand, you pushed the food around with your fork. At the sound of footsteps approaching the table, your gaze shifted to follow the sound. There he stood, a few feet to your left looking at you. The once happy peaceful dazzle in his blue eyes had faded, a grim fearful look now clouded them. The circles under his eyes had caused them to sink in slightly and you could tell by the way he was carrying himself that he had been eating poorly.

You’d wondered if Charles was doing the same to him as he was to you. Tilting both eyebrows up in a concerted manner you watched as he creased his, the corners of his mouth dropping slightly. “Tex!” a man from the van had called to him from across the room, waving him in. You opened your mouth to speak but before words could be exchanged the man turned on his heels and quickly walked away. You felt a lump begin to form in your throat as tears threatened to spill against your waterline. Without another moment's hesitation, you stood from the table and quickly left the room to return to your assigned sleeping quarters.

Tex had watched you go, his heart-wrenching in his chest as he yearned to follow. The man who sat beside him gripped his bicep, shaking his head from side to side slowly. “Remember what Charlie said…” the man spoke lowly for only him to hear. Tex pried his eyes away from the now empty door frame and nodded, shoveling a fork full of food into his mouth.

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That night you lay on your palette of blankets and pillows, curled up holding yourself tightly. Tonight's meeting was a loud celebration of Charlie's return and the initiation of the new members. Tears streamed down your face seeping into the pillows below your head, and the image of the broken man you once knew burned into your mind. Sobbing quietly the sound of the bedroom door slowly creaked open. Sniffling you slowly sat up wiping your tears away, “Snake Eyes you can’t be here. If Charlie finds that you’ve snuck away he’ll punish you-…”

Your words stopped in their tracks as your eyes landed on that oh so familiar face. You had expected it to be your assigned roommate. The click of the door sounded out into the quiet before he held his hands out in front of him and fully faced you, “It’s only me lil Rabbit.” his voice was gruff as he spoke to you using that awful nickname you’d been deemed due to your skittish nature. Quickly scrambling to your feet you practically threw yourself at the man, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to bury your face into him.

Stumbling back against the door he let out a pained groan before chuckling slightly and slinking his arms around your body to hold you close. Pulling away your hands rested against his face, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks. “Where have you been? Did he hurt you?” you looked over his face, noticing the slightly raised flesh on his left cheek beginning to bruise. “Nothin’ like that matters now. We have to go Y/N…” he said hurriedly brushing some hair away from your face.

“Tex, if we leave he’ll kill us,” you said worry lacing with each word. “Rabbit, honey he’ll kill us both if we don’t,” he said firmly his face riddled with angst and fear. You nodded hesitantly wiping stray tears from earlier away from your face. Taking a few deep breaths you walked over to a pile of folded clothes on the floor quickly picking up a large jacket and throwing it on. Tex held his hand out for you, which you took quickly intertwining your fingers. As he opened the door he slowly stuck his head out looking around before bolting out the building pulling you closely along.

Holding his hand tightly you kept looking over your shoulder towards the main house where shrieks and hollers erupted from. Running up the lot Tex stopped at the truck you had first been picked up in. “Can you be my lil lookout darlin’? It won’t take long just watch the house okay, if someone comes out you tell me.” you did as you were told while he worked efficiently to open the door to the car. Once it was open he shuffled you into the passenger seat and buckled you in. You watched as he pulled the lining of the car out under the steering wheel to expose a mess of cords.

He paused nervously looking at each wire trying to remember which ones to connect. Pulling a pocket knife from his jeans he took a deep breath and cut two different cords sparking them together a few times. Successfully the car started and the headlights beamed brightly. Your eyes widened at the car's sudden start, your gaze still glued to the house. “Hey, hey s-someone’s coming. Someone just left the house Tex come on.” your voice was frantic as you looked over at him with pleading eyes.

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, climbing into the car quickly and slamming the door shut. With a lurch forward and the spin of tires against the dusty graveled ground, Tex sped off down the road quickly not letting up on the gas until Spahn Ranch was far out of sight.

~

He drove you deep into Hollywood Hills where houses had gates around them and backyards were so big you could fit a separate house on the amount of land. Coming to a halt Tex turned the car off, dimming the headlights along with it. “We’ve been watchin’ this house a few blocks down for weeks now. This neighborhood stays pretty quiet and abandoned ‘cause you know rich people have more than one house I suppose.” he gave a light-hearted chuckle at the end of his sentence. You gave him a soft nod in response, keeping your eyes out the windows.

Reaching over he placed his hand on top of yours making you jump slightly, your eyes meeting his. As his fingers curled around your hand he gave it a little squeeze, his eyebrows knit tightly together, “I won’t let them hurt you anymore, you hear me. I promise Y/N I’ll keep you safe now.” he said gently, running the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. The tears in your eyes begged to overflow down your cheeks as you gave another half nod letting your eyes fall to the pair of your hand in his.

With his free hand, Tex gingerly rested his index finger under your chin to inch your face back to his. Swiping away a fallen tear his solemn face moved closer to you, pressing his lips carefully against your left cheek. Closing your eyes you let the warm feeling from his kiss soothe you slightly pressing back into him. He pulled away and smiled, “Come on let’s get you inside.”

Getting out of the car he led you up a hill passed some gated houses to a small cul de sac. The houses on this hill were hidden away by the immense amount of trees and brush surrounding the area. Sneaking up the driveway he helped you up over the fence into the backyard. “Tex, what have you and Charlie been doing out here? Why do you know this house is empty?” you asked, watching as he was pitching himself over the fence and dropping to the ground. With a grunt he picked his head up, tossing his brown hair over his head and out of his face. You could sense the hesitation in his delivery when he spoke, “Just uhhh, you know seein’ if any of these people might be willin’ to help us out the way George did with lettin’ us all be on the ranch.”

-

1:30am

Tex had found an open window around the back of the house a story up. After climbing through he unlocked the patio door letting you in. The house was huge with seven bedrooms and 12 bathrooms, the master bedroom itself was at least two rooms combined into one.

Deciding you were tired of being filthy you headed for the bathroom. You stood under the water in the shower, the hot streams hitting your face and frail body.

You could feel the heaviness in your eyes as the warmth began to soothe your unhinged nerves. So consumed by the shower itself you jumped when you felt the large hand caress your left shoulder. Pulling your face from the water you swiped it out of your eyes and peered up at the man before you. The swelling from earlier had only gotten worse around his left eye, discoloration decorating the fair skin. Turning around, let your arms extend to wrap around his bare waist.

Returning the gesture his long arms enveloped your body pulling you close. Gingerly you pressed your cheek against his bare chest listening to the sound of his heart beating gently. He moved the two of you back into the water letting it cascade down your bodies. Picking your head up, you craned your neck to look back up at him, the tips of your fingers brushing against his spine in the dip of his lower back. His hand came up to hold your face, his dark wet hair clinging to his head and neck. Leaning down he pressed his plump lips against your own, kissing you deeply.

2:00 am

Gripping the sides of the fuzzy robe you wrapped it tightly around your body sitting down on the corner of the plush bed. There was a name embroidered on the robe, ‘Tate’ but it meant nothing to you. With balled fists you rubbed your eyes stifling a yawn. Once your eyes had opened Tex was standing before you, towel wrapped around his torso leaving little to the imagination. He held out a small pile of folded clothes which you took gracefully with a smile. Standing you removed the robe as he disappeared into what you could only assume to be the closet.

Glancing over your body you smiled at the small marks along your chest and between your thighs. You exhaled happily as your fingers ran over a spot on your neck before slipping into the clean panties Tex had given you. The T-Shirt and shorts followed quickly after that and you giggled when you felt his arms wrap tightly around you from behind. Holding onto his forearms you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, his head dipping down into the crook of your neck.

“We could stay like this forever ya know. Have some kids and settle down in a big house somewhere far from here,” he whispered, kissing your neck gently. Closing your eyes you swayed side to side slightly holding on to him. “I’d like that,” you whispered back.

2:30am

After the pair of you tore the kitchen apart, you made it back to the master bedroom finally slipping under the silken covers. The mattress practically swallowed the two of your bodies and as if on cue the weight of sleep began to corrupt your train of thought. With a full belly and a nice shower you couldn’t feel more content to be wrapped in his arms once more, head resting on his chest as the drone of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

4:00am

The crash was loud ripping you from your deep sleep. You weren’t sure if you had just dreamt the sound as Tex lay beside you still sleeping peacefully. Looking at the bedroom door your heart began to pick up speed. With another quick look at the man beside you, you slipped out from under the covers and made your way quietly out of the room. One thing you had picked up while staying on the Ranch was stealth. Creeping down the hallway towards the direction the sound came from, you stayed close to the wall carefully peering into each bedroom as you passed.

Entering the kitchen your first instinct was to find something to protect yourself. Your eyes scanned the room falling on the set of kitchen knives beside the stove. Swallowing harshly you tiptoed to the knives wrapping your fingers around the handle of the biggest one. You gripped it tightly, holding it close to your body as you continued to look around. Then you saw it, the huge sliding glass doors that led to the patio had been smashed, glass scattered all across the floor in front of it.

The beat of your heart thrummed in your ears so loudly you hadn’t even heard the footsteps behind you. “Gotcha Rabbit.” a heavy hand gripped your left wrist yanking you around to face him. Without a thought, you brought the knife around in a quick motion slashing across the man’s face. He dropped your wrist reaching up to grip his face, “You bitch!” he yelled, holding the cut closed against his cheek. Acting quickly you held your knife tightly and ran from the kitchen carefully to avoid the glass on the floor. “Charlie, she's making a break for it!” his voice boomed through the house as you ran.

Turning your head back for a split second another pair of arms reached out grabbing you tightly as you ran into the other body hard. A scream so loud it could curdle blood escaped your lips, “Tex!” you cried out before a large hand slapped over your mouth muffling your cries. “Shut up. Shut up or I’ll put a bullet in that pretty little skull of yours right now.” he pressed the small barrel against your temple hard, that once the soft mask of a face you had met so long ago finally removed itself to show the evil beneath it. Slowly you slipped the blade under your shirt tucking it into the waistband of your shorts. “Don’t scream. You got it, one peep and your brains will paint this wall,” he commanded, pressing the metal harder into your head. With wide eyes and a racing breath, you nodded, his hand being removed from your mouth.

Spinning you around he jammed the gun into the back of your head hard shoving you forward. You walked through those halls again, your breath heavy as your heart continued to race. Once you entered the living room you looked back at Charlie, your eyebrows creased together. He motioned with the gun for you to drop to the floor and you did as you were told. The man from the kitchen entered the room, blood streaking down his face from the cut, grabbing Manson’s attention. “What happened?” he began, noticing the blood then shaking his head, “Nevermind, did you find him?” he asked, still holding his weapon in your direction.

He shook his head and the man beside you huffed in disappointment. “Well, where’s Clem?” he demanded getting rather impatient with the man. “I-I don’t know. Sent him to the bedroom when we got here. Maybe he found him.” the more he talked the more you began to recognize him. His name was Bobby he was one of the men who climbed out of the truck with Tex when he first arrived back on the ranch. “Goddamnit well go on, go and find em’ I ain’t got all night to finish this.” Charles waved Bobby off walking over to you.

Crouching down in front of you as he did with your first meeting his eyes bore holes into yours. There hadn’t been much color before in those eyes of his, but looking back into them now was like looking into that of an animal. Dead and black, completely taken over by an ungodly glaze.

“Look at you. All used up I see,” he said lowly pushing your hair off your shoulder with the gun to expose the marks on your neck. Keeping your eyes glued to him you tensed the muscles in your upper body when the cool metal ran over the raised red skin.

“I took a chance on you Rabbit. I told Squeaky off when she came to me about your doings with Tex, distracting him and all that. You knew the rules and you were punished for them. Thought maybe that might straighten you out. Taking Tex away seemed like it was working until he kept coming up with ideas of starting something else, not following the things I had planned. That little pussy of yours sure must be magical…” his free hand moved down to touch the exposed skin of your left leg.

Collecting saliva quickly in your mouth you spat hard on his face, scrunching your nose in disgust as the corners of your mouth dropped. Pulling his hand back he wiped the spit from his face and flung it onto the floor. Grunting, he stood up eyeing you harshly. “You need to learn your manners,” he said, raising the hand with the gun up and bringing it down hard against the side of your head, knocking you over slightly.

Your vision blurred as your head spun from the disorientation. The crunch of glass pulled you back as you sat back up, the pain throbbing through your skull. Bobby was dragging a beaten Tex through the glass, tossing him down a few feet in front of the two of you.

“Clem?”

“Got him with the phone cord beside the bed. Found him trying to come after me with the damn thing. Put up a good fight, but I got him for you Charlie.” the man said desperate for praise from the other.

“Sit him up.”

Grabbing a fist full of Tex’s hair Bobby yanked the man up onto his knees with a loud painful groan coming from Tex. Your heart wretched when his eyes met yours, tears burning behind your eyes. He had been hit in the face a few times, you could tell by the busted lip and bruises starting to appear against his jawline. His eyes were soft and mournful towards you asking if you were alright. You gave him a quick nod watching as he sighed in relief and spit a rather large bit of blood onto the ground in front of him.

Charlie walked over to him gripping his hair to force him to look. “Pathetic.” he spat snarling at him, gripping his hair tighter. “You failed me,” Charles said again before driving the toe of his boot hard into Tex’s stomach. He let out a groan and doubled over in pain when the man let go of his hair. Out of instinct, you started to reach forward but the barrel of the gun being shoved in your face caused you to sit back.

“Get up…. Get the fuck up!” He yelled watching as Tex carefully pushed himself up to sit again.

“Now here’s how this is going to play out. Bobby here is going to take your lovely Rabbit and do whatever he pleases with her while you watch. Then I’m going to make her beg for her life and kill her, of course while you watch. When we are good and done with that I’m going to kill you and the two of you will rot.” he explained looking between you and him.

“No…” Tex said weakly under his breath.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think it’s for you to decide,” Bobby said snidely.

“Shut up,” Charles said harshly, glaring at the man. He then gestured to you with his gun for Bobby. Your eyes went wide as he began to step towards you. Swiftly you pulled the knife from your waistband, but you weren’t fast enough. Bobby’s hands were already on you fighting to get it from you. You yelped as the blade was drug across the skin of your bicep harshly ripping the flesh open as the knife was taken from you. Holding your arms behind your back with one hand Bobby’s other arm came around your front hiking your T-Shirt up to expose your bare chest.

Tex lurched forward earning a hard bash from Charlie's gun just as you had moments ago. Holding him by his hair the man made sure Tex was watching. Your eyes found his in a desperate plea, he looked back at you with anger bubbling. You squirmed against Bobby’s grasp when his hand trailed down your front, dipping under your shorts between your legs. “No.. no please… stop. Stop!” you yelled feeling his gross fingers push through your folds and into your tight core.

Charlie’s attention was on you and Bobby, the gun held against Tex’s head. In a split second, you watched as Tex grabbed a hold of Charlie’s wrist twisting it hard. The motion caused him to drop the gun and release the other from his grasp. Scrambling to his feet Tex lunged forward grabbing Bobby by the waist and pulling him to the ground with a loud thud. You moved away pulling your shirt down over your body and gripping your arm, the blood flowing down your fingertips.

The two fought on the ground until Bobby was on top of Tex his hands wrapped tightly around his neck and the gurgling sound of him choking brought you out of your initial shock. You looked around quickly seeing the knife that had been taken from you strewn out on the floor. Moving quickly you picked it up and without another second's hesitation ran towards Bobby plunging the knife into his neck. The man let go of Tex and he gasped for breath as the other gripped the knife pulling it from his neck. Blood gushed from it and panic painted over his face. The red liquid dripped onto Tex before he bucked him off, Bobby dropping to the floor beside him.

Charlie was on his feet in seconds and like the coward he always was, took off. You ran after him, your mind too clouded with anger to think. He reached the pool stopping, turning on his heels he looked at you barreling towards him but before you could reach him the sound of the gun rang out causing you to stop. Panting you watched as he looked down at the bullet wound now in his chest. You watched as the fear filled his eyes and his body fell back into the water with a splash. The dark color invading that soft blue hue as his body floated to the top lifeless.

M.List

-Bang Chan-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Felix

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Felix

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Minho

-Lee Know-

Punishment (hard dom!Minho)

Fever (bestfriend!Au, college!Au, roommates!Au) 

His Kitten (dom!Minho, hybrid!reader)

Pool Party (jealous!Minho)

Soft Blurb 

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Chan

-Changbin-

Under The Table (exhibitionism)

-Hyunjin-

Icecream (suggestive)

A French Morning (morning sex)

MoonStorm (superhero!reader, supervillain!Hyunjin)

-Han-

Moaning In Your Sleep 

-Felix-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Chan

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Chan

-Seungmin-

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-I.N-

coming soon

-Multiple Members-

Free Rent 1 (all members)

Free Rent 2 (all members)

To Sub or Not To Sub (Chanlix)

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 (Chanlix)

The Box (Free Rent 3) (Minchan)

Homecoming (M)

Pairing: NCT Johnny ♡ Female!Reader

Description: When a high school reunion drags you back from the bustling city to your hometown, you can’t help but feel inadequate compared your friends’ settled lives, who have thing you want most— kids. You may get your most desperate wish when your long-lost best friend sweeps into town, not quite the introverted nerd he was from 10 years ago.

Genre: high school reunion au smut | romance  WC: 16k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Johnny + Sub! Reader, dirty talk, !!!pregnancy kink!!!, unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, bulge kink, slight exhibitionism, footsie, slight cum eating, overstimulation), mentions of adultery

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Hi I love your writing so much! Can you please do a cockwarming with Chan when he’s playing games?

I got a little carried away.

——

With the introduction of new quarantine rules, Chris had alot more free time, and often swapped his work computer for his gaming PC, soft LED lights changing colours every now and again.

‘No no no- Felix- right, theyre rushing right-!’

He sounded stressed, his arms flexed as his fingers moved over the keys, his shoulders tensed as he leant toward his computer.

You couldnt help but watch his figure from the bed, your phone quickly becoming less interesting as he groans out in annoyance, something that turned you on way more than it should have.

‘Fuck!’ He groaned again, causing a pout to fall onto your lips. His shirt that you had been wearing all day rose up on your thighs as you tried to move around, panties now wet.

It was getting rather uncomfortable where you sat, heat spreading through you as you imagined those groans again.

You couldnt help yourself as you made your way off the bed, your sock clad feet near silent as you snuck up behind his chair, his attention completely on the game. This was going to be a perfect time to make your usually quite soft- dom boyfriend, a whiney mess.

When you came into his view, a smile broke out onto his face, one hand coming around your waist to pull you into a soft kiss, before he looked back on the screen.

He muted his mic for a moment, wondering what you were doing, before his question was stuck in his throat, as you dropped to your knees.

‘Baby?’ One of his hands came to cup the side of your cheek, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

‘Just wanna feel you’ you replied, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

He couldnt help but to groan at that, shifting in his seat so his legs were wider, allowing you to shift in closer to him, your hand palming over his growing bulge.

You unzipped his jeans, taking him out of his boxers before his cock was hard before you, your hand rubbing it slowly before you pressed a kiss to the tip, recieving a hiss from the male above you.

He looked distraught as you rose to your feet again, but quickly went to take his headset off as you dropped your panties from below your shirt, one of your hands pulling his headset back over his ears as you kissed his neck softly, straddling his hips on his gaming chair before letting him slide one headphone off.

You pressed your wet core to his member, making him groan softly before you whispered into his ear,

‘I want you to keep playing baby’

The boy smirked, his face tinged pink, however he was glad you couldnt see it due to the LED’s.

You swivelled your hips, grinding down on him as you watched him bite his lip, you heard the gunshots and his teammates voices through his headphones, however you noted he was still muted.

As you lined him up with your entrance, a flash of concern filled his face, his tip catching your entrance,

‘Baby- let me finger you first- or something-‘

You pressed your lips to his, shushing him as you sunk yourself down onto his member, fully sheathing him within you as he let out a loud whine, his hips jerking up as he felt your tightness around him, his breath laboured as he wanted to thrust up into you.

‘So fucking tight for me- fuck’ he groaned, before you pressed a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet as you pressed unmute for him.

He glared up at you, but chuckled lowly as he watched your lusted expression, he felt you clench around him, you were just as much, if not more turned on than he was.

You placed your face into the crook of his neck as you stayed still with him fully inside you, and he kept playing the game, talking to his teammates through the mic.

——

Half an hour, half an hour and he hadnt tried to thrust up into you yet, it was backfiring on you, in this sense.

You saw the current match end, him going into the waiting lobby for the next, a countdown of two minutes appearing,

You quickly muted him, leaning back from him before pressing your lips to him again, slowly lifting your hips and sliding back down onto him, repeating it over and over.

He groaned out loudly, his hands quickly coming down to your hips to pull you down roughly.

You gasped out as he giggled, his eyes full of love and a playful glint.

‘Trying to make me moan infront of my teammates? Hm?’

You shook your head no, making him chuckle again.

‘Well youd better keep quiet then baby’

He unmuted his mic, making you gasp, his hands lifting your hips up onto his desk, pushing his own keyboard out of the way, water bottles hitting the ground as he quickly pushed himself back inside your tight heat, one of his hands pushing the shirt you wore all the way up, his large hand cupping your chest as he pinned you down.

‘You good there chris?’ You heard felix’s voice, a red blush on your face as you realised hed never be able to look you in the eye if he knew what was happening.

‘Im fine, i thought i saw a spider’ chan laughed as he pushed into you again, hard.

You bit the inside of your palm, eyes squeezing shut as he pounded into you, you were lucky his mic’s sensitivity was so low, otherwise you were sure felix would have heard the way chans cock thrust into your wet hole.

You felt your high approaching, and it was growing hard for the both of you to stay quiet.

‘I gotta go guys, sorry’ chan quickly said before leaving the call, throwing his headset off, pulling you off the desk,

He sat back down in the chair and kept thrusting up into you one of his hands finding your throat as you came suddenly, his own high raking down on him as he let himself fill you up.

‘Fuck, fuck baby’ his usual, soft voice was back as he whined into your neck, softly riding out both of your highs.

‘That was so, unfair-‘ he panted, making you giggle,

‘Youve ruined that gaming chair for me’ he smirked, making you confused.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Now whenever i sit down to play, ill just think about this tight little pussy clenching around me’

You whined at his words, and he laughed, kissing your cheek,

‘Did you just get wetter??’

‘Shut upp’ you whined,

‘That means round twooo’

Lifeline - Johnny Depp x reader

if you still write for johnny, could i request either smut or hurt/comfort with him from the prompt lists? (or both lol literally whatever you want) can't really decide so you can pick whatever you're in the mood for!!

either “my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us.” or "shh. there’s people in the other room.” for smut

orrr hurt/comfort with sth along the lines of “i don't have anyone anymore.“-“you have me.“ / “ you're really all i've got.“ / “you're not doing this alone.“ 🥺 (the whole trial atm just makes me want to hold and kiss him and tell him it's all gonna be okay so bad 😭) request by @ohladymoon

A/n this has kind of become a blurb rather than a fic. Sorry it's posted so late also i think this is written badly. Feedbacks will be really really really appreciated (:

"Johnny? Babe where are you?"

You had left the house when your mom called you to give you some cookies she'd made, now after an hour the house felt dead. Cold as ice. No sign of Johnny, not a single light on. It made your heart beat a bit faster.

Advancing through the numerous rooms, you finally found Johnny. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony, looking over the dark sky, a whiskey bottle by the table and a glass in his hand.

He'd been drinking. You walked upto him and knelt down beside his chair. "Johnny?" You whispered.

He turned to you. His eyes buffy, like he'd been crying. Seeing his condition, you took the glass from his and set it aside. His hand held yours as yours as you pulled his head in your chest.

"Y/n. I'm exhausted." He muttered against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Putting your head atop his , you ran your fingers through his hair, it would always calm him. It hurt to see him scattered. A man as strong as a mountain, being this vulnerable, it made you scared.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." He continued to sob in your chest.

The trials were the reason for the current state of your lover. Everyday, he have to go and face the devil herself. Everyday he's forced to relive the terrifying events that broke him. A year ago, you found Johnny when no one was there for him. You gave him hope of a new life. You gave him the comfort which he so deserves. You were his shoulder to cry on, his calm in the storm.

Johnny reminds himself each day how lucky he is to have you, to hold you, to worship you. You were his. He knew even if the world would be against him, you'd be by his side, holding his hand.

But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel devastated. He was fired from the franchise. Directors wouldn't offer him projects. It wasn't for the money. No he have plenty. The thing is he loves his job. He loves to make his fans happy, to act and make people see from someone else's eyes, from a character's eyes but fate wasn't by his side.

"No Y/n. I don't have anyone anymore."

The sentence made your heart break in a million peices. You knew he was hurt, it hurt you too but he was forgetting you were still here. The things he goes through, you go through that too. Whenever a hater on the internet would call him an abuser, the hurt he'd go through, you'd be hurt as much, if not more.

You pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of your hand. He looked at you, his black orbs have lost the bright shine in them. "You're forgetting my love, you have me."

Your words gave him the thing he needed the most. Assurance. He needed someone to tell him he was not alone.

He smiled at you for the first time since the morning. "You're really all I've got."

You continued to comfort him as he talked his heart out through out the night and you were there for him.