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Woooop, 3rd part of Kinktober, we've got Arthur Morgan up next!
Under 18s, DNI
Warnings: Prostitution, Dirty Talk,
Word Count:
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After leaving your family, you'd found yourself working two jobs to stay afloat. Working behind the bar at a saloon being your daytime job and offering deluxe bath services for some patrons being your night job. You didn't enjoy it per se, but it paid well and to be completely honest, you needed the money.
You had a few regulars that often requested you, but they weren't anything sexual. They simply wanted someone to talk to. So you provided that.
But there was one patron.
By God. He was handsome, his freckled skin was gorgeous, and you loved to give him a deep clean. And his eyes, he had the most stunning emerald eyes, one you could probably get lost in if you stared long enough.
But he hadn't come around in a few weeks and you were a little worried. Well, not worried, but you get the gist.
Tonight was no different from any other day. You didn't have your hopes up high for him to turn up.
So you went about your business, serving members of the public and so on, until your boss called for you.
"Hey sweetheart, one of ya erm, customers requested you out back." He said almost embarrassed which was odd.
"Out back?" You question a little confused.
He grimaced, "Erm, yeah. He wants something a little more tonight. Requested you specifically."
You internally groaned and hoped it wasn't the creepy old man who'd been begging for you to help him out with his little problem, "Can't you say I'm not here?"
He shook his head, "Sorry sweetheart, says he saw ya in the bar already. Best get going, don't wanna keep him waiting."
You sigh and make your way to the back rooms. This wasn't the first time men had requested for you but alas it was your job and you were thankful that the men weren't as bad as you thought they were gonna be.
You bump into Mary out back, who smiles and grabs your hand, "Hey honey. Do you mind if we switch customers tonight?"
"Why?" You ask a little suspicious. Mary usually dealt with the more precarious side of sexual favours, such as giving blow jobs, hand jobs, just being a hole for the men to use in general. Something you weren't a fan of.
Mary blushes. Oh no, you know that look. She's got a crush on one of the men.
"Don't tell me you-
"Shush!" Mary says and quickly covers your mouth, "Don't say anything. He's in there. Please love, I promise I'll pay you back?"
You sigh. "Fine. But you owe me, big time."
She squeaks quietly with glee, "Yes! Thanks, love, you're a darling. I promise Mr Morgan's not as bad as he seems. He's a sweetheart, usually wants to talk."
You stutter in your steps, "Mr Morgan? You mean the big beefy man who hasn't been here in a week? Oh- no I can't-"
"You keeping tabs on him love?" Mary asks, now curious when she notices a blush on your cheeks, "Oh you like him, don't ya?"
Your cheeks blush red, and you look down, "I do not!"
"You so do!" She retorts gleefully. "Go, you don't wanna keep him waiting."
You roll your eyes before straightening your back and making your way over to his room. You slipped into the separated part where there was a bed and a hole for you to lay on. You quickly slipped off your clothes and slid into position, on your back and legs wide open through the hole.
The door on the other side opened and you assumed Mr Morgan had walked in. You could hear the jangling of his boots clacking on the floor and the sound of a belt being dropped to the ground.
"You're new, sweetheart." He says, a hand trailing along your soft legs, noticing the difference between the other girl who was usually here. His fingers were rough, but his touch was soft on your legs. You loved the way his calluses felt on your skin.
"Is that okay?" You ask, almost shyly, your skin tingling hot with his touch.
"Mmmhh." He responds before ducking down and attaching his mouth to your pussy, "Even better sweetheart. Ya remind me of someone."
"Fuck!" You curse loudly and grip the bedsheets as he licks and eats your pussy out. His tongue is relentless as he laps up every single juice that you leak out. He goes at it for a while, before giving kitten licks to your clit and moaning softly.
"So sweet." He mutters, "Wish you were her..."
His words leave you slightly confused, but you shake it off nonetheless. "Hey." You say breathlessly, "This is supposed to be for your pleasure, not mine."
He growls before roughly tugging your legs to his hips and wrapping them around him. He grabs his cock and pumps it a few times before slapping it against your pussy lips, teasing you gently.
"How do you want it sweethear'?" He purrs.
"Ya want hard? Or ya want it rough?" He continues.
"Both." You manage to moan out, hips thrusting against his cock.
"Dirty girl." He moans into the air and slides his cock into your pussy, before stilling, "Goddamn you're tight sweetheart. So tight."
Arthur pumps your pussy, thrusting harder and harder, skin slapping against skin, sweat dripping from the two of you. Groan and moans filling the air as he grips your hips tighter. Bruises left on your hips that you'll cherish for weeks to come.
His eyes flicker through the hole only to catch a glimpse of your face only to gasp softly and pull back, hie cock falling from your pussy in a low moan of disappointment and longing.
"No... come back Arthur..." You whine softly before suddenly realising your mistake. You weren't supposed to know who he was.
"No- you're- I didn't-
He begins to apologise as he pulls back and grab his underwear, "This was a mistake."
You panic. Oh shit, he must have seen your face and you'd stupidly called him by his name, "No wait-
You slide through the hole and freeze looking at him- fuck he looked even more gorgeous up close, "Arthur wait- please don't go."
"Sweetheart- if I'd have known it were you- I never would have-
"What's that supposed to mean?" You say a little confused and annoyed.
"You're- a pretty gal and I didn't wanna-
"You didn't want to what? Ruin me?" You say softly making Arthur's mouth drop open.
"No- I- you're too good for me. I wasn't expecting ya-" Arthur begins but you cut him off.
"Well, you've got me for the next hour or so, and I ain't complaining. So you can do what you want with me and I promise I won't mind." You smile sweetly.
Your words make Arthur drop his underwear and stalk over to you, "How about I make you mine instead?".
He grips your waist and lifts you sit on the edge of the counter, standing between your legs before leaning in for a kiss. "Let's take it slow this time. Wanna cherish ya."
Waheeyyy, 2nd part of Kinktober, we've got Peter Parker up next!
Under 18s, DNI
Warnings: Breeding, Web Fluid, Dirty Talk, Sex Pollen, Possessiveness.
Word Count:
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***
Peter was causally making this way through the room filled with hunters. His spidey instincts were on fire, and every inch of him itched to rid his city of these people. But he couldn't, not now. He had a job to do, to find Kraven.
He made his way through the Hunters, making sure that he maintained his cover as a waiter trying to serve Mr Kravinoffs bodyguard.
Peter was getting anxious. He carried the platter on one hand before heading through the door, looking behind before rushing inside and accidentally bumping into the other servers.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Peter apologises, putting the platter down, trying to help before the other waiter yells at him for not looking where he was going.
"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going?"
"I'm sorry!" Peter apologises and backs up before the doors open again, and another waiter crashes into the two of them, making the tables topple over each other. The waiter curses and yells at the other man, making Peter's eyes go wide at the mess.
Quickly scanning the area for an out, he spots the elevator.
Bingo.
Peter backtracks to the elevator, hoping that he will finally find Kraven. Once the elevator reaches the final stop Peter hesitantly steps out eyes flickering around before he senses there's no-one there.
"All clear." He whispers to himself as he stalks around the room, noticing all the trophys and animal heads hung up as prizes, "Spider-Spy to the rescue."
"Spider-Spy? Really?" A sickly sweet voice echoes from behind him.
In an instant, Peter feels the hairs on his arms stand up as he whips around, only to come face to face with a real-life tiger.
"Hey, so at least you're real and alive..." Peter mummers under his breath, eyes wide before they fall upon a female hunter sat atop the tiger, watching Peter carefully. Needing to be cautious, Peter casts a glance at female hunter.
"I've been watching you, Spider-Man. You're not as slick as you think you are." You say before flipping off the tiger and standing right in front of Peter. You'd been watching the little spider make his rounds. You had to admit was pretty fit under that mask of his. He had a cute, handsome face. "You ought to be more careful with the way you walk around, you stuck out like a sore thumb."
Peter is slightly speechless, he thought he was more slick and undercover, "What do you want?"
"I want a lot of things little Spider, but mainly I want your head on a platter for Kraven." You say tilting your head at him whilst stroking the tiger, eyes still on the Spider.
"Well, I can't say its the first time I've heard that." Peter retorts, "How about I apologise and leave swiftly before you unleash that tiger on me and we pretend I was never here?"
"No can do." You say before lunging at him with your bladed knife. Peter swiftly jumps out the way, shooting a web at your arm which you block and flip over.
Your eyes follow the Spider's every move, waiting for him to throw another attack at you. Within seconds, he attacks, shooting web after web at you. You grimace as you dodge each and everyone but not before some of it lands on your thigh.
"That is disgusting. Is this stuff coming outta you?" You say as you swipe off the remains of his webs on your thigh.
Spider-Man shrugs, "It's complicated." He swings up in the air, being held up by one of his web as he hangs upside down, "Look I don't really want to hurt you."
"I do." You growl, eyes focused on his mask before gesturing for your tiger to approach. You watched as the eyes on his mask widened as he watched your tiger approach him, with a menacing glare.
"Hey kitty, good kitty..." Spider-Man said, slowly lifting himself up but not before you threw a knife at his web, instantly cutting through it, making the superhero tumble to the floor as he landed on a vase of something. The vase broke under the weight of Spider-Man, and a yellow puff of smoke erupted from it. Your tiger growled as she inched forwards in front of you, closer to the Spider, almost as if she was protecting you.
You inched closer, gently kicking at his thigh whilst he lay still on the broken vase. He didn't move.
Was he- Was he dead?
You moved closer and bent down to look at him, "Hey- wake up. You can't die that easy." Sighing, you got up to grab some rope to tie the Spider up only to turn around and find that he was gone.
"Fuck- where'd he go?" You spin around to ask your tiger only to find that she too was gone. You curse under your breath as you find your animal gone and the smell of meat lingering. Shit, he had gotten rid of her too.
Before you knew it, you were being swung in the room and webbed up against the wall, and Spider-Man hanging above you as he slowly decended and watched you. You growled as you tried to rid yourself from the webs.
"Let me go." You hiss at him, noticing a slight change in his demeanour.
"Where is Kraven?" He growls, tone darker and voice more gravely as he inched closer to you, pressing his chest to yours. He traced your face with his finger, swiping at the yellow substance.
"You'll never find out from me." You smirk, taking in the yellow powder that coated the bottom half of his suit. You sniffed the air only to cough and spit out the scent. Your eyes fell upon a bulge that was poking through the crotch element of his suit, "Oh fuck-"
Of course he had to fall into that pot.
"Look- Spidey, you're not well. You need to- "You begin to say before you're cut off by him sniffing at your neck. He lifted the bottom half of his mask off and kissed at your throat, moaning softly at your sweet scent.
"You- what did you do to me? I feel-" He hisses, sniffing at your neck, loving the smell of you. It surrounded him like a hoard of bees. The sweet, tangy scent of you was stuck in his mind, in his head, he ached to feel it around his cock, "What is that? It smells so good. You smell so good."
"I-" You begun but was cut off as Spider-Man pushed his lower body against you, slowly rutting his hips against your thigh, "Wait- Spider-Man, you don't want this."
"What was that substance I fell into?" He growls in your ear. Fuck that was hot. Nope. No you shouldn't be- oh shit, now you were going to be affected too.
"It was the pheromones from a plant. A very dangerous plant, one that Kraven used to use to help our population increase." You admit, suddenly feeling your core ache and become wet.
"What does that mean?" He growls again, still not understanding. He moves back a little bit, but not enough to give you room to escape.
You watch his reaction, almost as if he was having a mental conversation with himself about something. His head tilts as he mutters to himself, "Ours?"
Suddenly, his eyes fall upon you, "Her?" He says, sniffing and licking at your neck once more.
"Mine." He growls once more in that low baritone voice, one that sounded so unlike the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man you had seen. He rips his mask off before lunging forward and sucking on your neck, almost possessively. His hands tear at your outfit, ripping it to shreds leaving you exposed whilst his own suit opened up to reveal his cock.
"Holy fuck-" You curse, eyes widening with shock as you watch him pump his cock. That thing was huge, and leaky and red and angry. Fuck, the pollen must have really affected him.
He glances at you before positioning his cock against your lower lips, the head of his cock tapping light against your clit making you moan softly.
"Soaked." He whispers in awe whilst sliding his cock back and forth between your lips before plunging himself in, in one go. You scream and roll your head back against the wall as he penetrates your pussy.
He moves with quick rapid thrusts, not caring at all about your pleasure, only wanting to find his release, and if you weren't so horny you would care. But you enjoyed the way he filled out your pussy, the way you could feel him in your stomach, almost as if he was going to break you. His thick length pushes against your walls, and you loved the way it hurt but felt so good. You wanted more of him.
Peter wasn't holding back. He wanted you. His instincts wanted him to breed you, to fill you, to claim you. You were his, and this was the only way. He didn't care that you were one of Kravens hunters. You were his now. Reaching his peak, he gripped your throat gently, pulling you to his lips before placing a soft kiss on them.
"Mine. You belong to us." He whispered before letting out a low growl of your name and filling you with his cum.
Now, you weren't a huge fan of carnivals or circus' or theme parks or that whole gig, but Dean was beyond excited to go, and how could you say no to his cute face?
He had pleaded with you for days on end, begging you, cooking for you, taking care of you every single time.
Almost as if he was trying to bribe you.
And he was.
"Dean, honey?" You sidle up to him, kissing his cheek whilst he prepared a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup for you. Something he only ever did when you were sick, and you most definitely was not sick.
"Mmhh, yeah sweetheart?" Dean replied, quickly turning his head to capture your lips before he gave you a cheeky smirk.
You pat his bottom playfully before taking a seat on the countertop, "You know bribery isn't usually your strong suit."
"Isn't it?" Dean gives you a playful grin whilst plating up your food and sliding it over to you. You watch with bated eyes as he stands in between your legs and picks up the sandwich to feed you, "Take a bite princess."
You narrow your eyes at him before indulging in his request and leaning forwards to take a bite of the grilled sandwich. You had to hold back a moan as the cheese stretched apart from the sandwich and your mouth. Before you even had the chance to lick your lips, Dean was already kissing you and licking them for you.
"Good?" He asks smirking softly, knowing you enjoyed that.
"Meh, I've had better." You shrug nonchalantly, noticing his playful glare at you. You'd purposely made it a double meaning talking about other things, too. You hope down from the counter kissing his cheek and taking the plate of food with you, "Thanks honey."
"Wait- I thought you didn't like it?" He looks at you curiously.
"I don't." You smirk, making your way to the couch with a cheeky sway to your walk.
Dean lets out a little growl, which goes unheard by you, "I'll show you better, sweetheart, I'm the best you've ever had."
***
A week later, you had succumbed and got dragged with Dean to the circus/theme park he had given you those cute puppy dog eyes with his dimples, and you'd agreed.
Dean was beyond happy as he drove you, Sam, and Jess to the Circus. Sam sat in the back and leaned over to you, whispering, "Hey, what's got him so happy?"
You rolled your eyes and looked at Dean, who was singing along loudly to Highway to Hell, "He's happy because he dragged me along to the Circus even though he knows I don't like them."
Sam chucked as he patted your shoulder, "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be fine."
Jess leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, us girls will stick together."
You smiled as Jess patted your arm in a comforting gesture before moving back, only then to feel a hand on your thigh. You looked up at noticed Dean still singing along, but this time, he glanced over at you with a smirk on those sinful lips.
"And we're going doooownnn, all the waaayy...."
***
You and Jess did not stick together.
Dean had pulled you away from Sam and Jess and was constantly making you go on scary rides so you'd hold onto him and beg him for forgiveness. You were starting to think he liked the way you'd hold onto him for support and pray that he'd save you.
"I fucking hate you Dean!" You screamed as you squeezed his hand just as you saw the huge drop on the rollercoaster.
After 45 minutes of torture, Dean had bought you some food and had won a stuffed squirrel, which funnily enough reminded you of him.
"Look at him, he's so cute! He even has dimples like you and the little freckles!" You gushed over the plushie.
"Alright, give it here." Dean grumbles as he reached for it only for you to spin away from him.
"Hey! No! He's mine." You frowned, protecting your squirrel Dean.
"Sweetheart- give me the damn stuffed toy." Dean said in his deep voice.
You rolled your eyes, he knew that wouldn't work on you, not anymore, "You want it? Come and get me."
You giggled before running into a tent along with plushie Dean. What you hadn't realised was that it was closed and that it was a hall of mirrors. You know those creepy ones where if you take the wrong move, you bang your head into a mirror?
Yep. It was one of them ones.
"Y/N!" Dean called out your name before running in after you.
You ran around, surprisingly not bumping into any mirrors so far, but in one of the reflections, you saw a glimpse of Dean. You cursed under your breath, turning left only to bump straight something. You let out a yelp rubbing your forehead only to look and notice it wasn't a mirror you'd bumped into, it was Dean.
"Fuck!" You screamed as Dean tilted his down at you with a smirk.
You took a step back but everytime you took one back, Dean would follow through with one closer to you. Until you found yourself backed up against a mirror, Dean's chest pressed against your as he placed his hands by your head.
"Where are you going sweetheart? I've already found you." Dean smirks, reaching over to caress your cheek.
You stay quiet.
"Ah ah, you weren't so quiet earlier. Or even this past week." Dean says pressing his lower body against you, "You know, I think you enjoyed me being at your beck and call."
"Dean.." You mumble out, still holding onto plushie Dean.
"What baby?" Dean leans forward and presses a kiss to your neck, slowly moving his way down to your clavicle as his other hand unbuttons your shirt. "Tell me to stop-
"No!" You moan out a little too loudly- "Don't stop..."
Your words make Dean grin sinfully he bites your neck, leaving a mark "Hmm, what was that sweetheart? You want me to stop?"
"Dean.. no! Don't stop, fuck-" You moan out softly, dropping plushie Dean and wrapping your arms around Dean neck to pull him closer. "Fuck- I want you..."
The moment the plushie drops from your hands, Dean instantly smirks and thinks, 'I'm the only Dean in her life' and flips you around, pressing you against the mirror, "Look at how ready you are for me.."
Dean rips your shirt off your body and slings it away, making you let out a quiet gasp, "Dean my-
"Shush. No talking, princess. This is my reward for being at your beck and call for the past week. This is me showing you I'm the best you'll ever have."
His words ring a bell in your mind, but you're too distracted with the way his hands caress your breasts and push them together. Dean continues sucking at your neck before sliding a hand down your stomach and into your jeans and cupping your bare pussy.
"Fuck." He curses, feeling his cock strain against his own jeans, "Naughty fucking girl, no panties?"
You shudder as he slides a finger through your bare pussy, gently circling your clit. You can't help but grind your pussy against his finger, needing that friction, needing him, "I can feel how wet you are princess." Dean moans out, hips rutting against your ass.
"Dean-
He ignores you and slides his hand out of your jeans, and brings it to your lips, "Clean."
You immediately take his fingers into your mouth, closing your eyes as you taste yourself on his fingers, "Look at my dirty girl- tasting herself on my fingers."
He grips your chin with his free hand and makes you face the mirror, "Eyes open, baby. I want you to watch as I wreck your pussy. I want you to know I'm the only one who'll ever have your pussy, it's mine."
"But- Dean there's people-
"Ah- no. I don't care. You need a reminder of who you belong to and who looks after you." Dean growls, pulling your jeans down and slapping your cheeks. You jump forward, letting out a gasp, not expecting Dean to do that.
"Eyes open princess." Dean reminds you before sinking down to his knees and burying his face in your pussy. You scream out his name, eyes immediately closing, hands going to his hair to tug on it before Dean bites your thigh making your glance at the mirror where Dean sat between your legs.
"Don't make me ask again." He growls out in another warning.
You nod, keeping your eyes open this time, watching Dean through the mirror as he ate your pussy out. Constantly changing from sucking on your clit, to dipping his tongue in and out of your hole whilst moaning loudly. You watch as he swings one of your legs onto his shoulder, burying his face further into your pussy making you moan his name louder.
"Dean- ah I can't- I'm gonna-" You barely get to finish your sentence when Dean sucks harshly on your clit. His actions make your mind break, and your body softens in his grip as you reach your high, eyes rolling back into your head as you grip his hair tightly.
"Fuck you taste so good baby, best pussy I've ever had. Mine." Dean mumbles against your lower lips, eyes closed in pleasure as he gently laps up your juices and release.
You can't help but tug on his hair, wanting to see his face, his lips and mouth soaked on your juices, eyes filled with lust as he gazes at you in the mirror.
"So pretty." He moans as he looks at you through the mirror. He gives one last kiss to your pussy before standing up behind you. His jeans were at the bottom of his ankles, cock in hand whilst he pulled your hair back to kiss you.
You moaned wantonly into the kiss, tasting you on his lips, in his mouth everywhere.
"Sweet. My sweet princess, do you know how sweet you taste? Fuck I could stay here for days." He moans against your lips, tapping the tip of his cock against your pussy, gently hitting your clit. "God, I wanna stay here for days."
You gasp as he slides his cock between your thighs, rubbing it between them, eyes flicking to yours in the mirror as you watch his tip peak out between your thighs in the mirror. You purposely squeeze your thighs around his cock making Dean growl and bite your neck.
"Don't-" He warns just before pulling your hair making your head lean on his shoulder, "Don't test me."
"I want your eyes on my cock, watching how I pound your tight little cunt. My princess' tight little cunt." He orders you before pushing his cock in with a low growl.
You keep your eyes on his cock, watching and enjoying the way his cock fills your pussy so well. He pumps in and out slowly, almost torturing you. A ring of white lays around the base of his cock, making you moan at the sight. The way you cream around his cock makes you unintentionally squeeze him, wanting him to feel your walls tighten around his cock.
"Shit-" Dean moans your name before placing a hand on your lower stomach, "Fuck- don't do that-"
Dean presses down on your lower stomach, feeling a bump causing you to moan Dean's name lowly, "Ah, you're so deep..."
"Fuck fuck- I can feel my cock here-" Dean says softly, pushing against the slight bump making you squeeze him. Your eyes fall upon his hand, where his cock bulges your stomach out. You place a hand over his and moan.
"Dean..-"
"I know baby- eyes on me- I'm gonna-" He says when you squeeze around him again. He bites down on your neck and pumps his cock in and out of you in a torturously slow pace, wanting to make you break. He growls when you tremble around him.
"Dean- I'm gonna-" You're cut of by Dean growling your name and shoving you against the mirror and thrusting faster. A moan of Dean's name spills from your lips as you reach your high, Dean swiftly following after. His cock stilling as he fills your pussy with his cum.
Through the mirror, you meet Dean eyes, a smirk etched on his lips as he watches his cum leak out from the sides of your pussy.
"Mine." Dean finishes, kissing your neck, holding you possessively before kicking away the Dean plushie.
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[PS5 Peter Parker x Reader/PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader]
A/N: just a lil blurb, super cute 🥺. FYI, Peter, Harry and Reader are in a relationship. MJ is best friends with them all. Also I'm not a science nerd, idk shit about science so this may be scientifically incorrect lol
Summary: You try to figure out the missing element.
***
"So if I multiply the radius by- " The sound of your voice echoes through the labs at the Foundation, as you experiment with the different formulas.
"Why is it still yellow?" You mutter slightly annoyed and to no-one in particular, throwing away your attempt.
"No, maybe I should try etat- no, or maybe tri- " There was a pattern to it but you couldn't see it at all, maybe you had missed something. You continued talking to yourself, jotting away your idea. Then you went back to the computer and typed away at it before putting in another trial run.
You were so into your little experiment, you hadn't realised Peter had walked in, eyes curious as he placed a hand on your lower back, "Hey, why don't you try the- "
"Ah- you scared me, Pete! But yes, that's a good idea. Maybe it'll balance the acidity of it out." You jump at his touch but suddenly jump back into scientist mode as he gives you a brilliant suggestion. "You're a genius, Pete!"
"Wait!" Peter says, but it's too late. The compounds reject and cause a small reaction. A small cloud of black fluff poofed into your face, making you blink as stared at Pete, who was trying not to laugh at you.
"Okay, maybe not." You freeze before jotting down some notes on your failed attempt. There was a little bit of smoke on your face, which Peter came over and rubbed off before kissing your cheek. "You're too cute."
"No time for cuteness, Mr Parker, onto Trial No.2." You wink at him.
***
Harry had been watching your little nerdy moment with heart eyes, and mushy feeling in his chest, and when Peter had turned up, he wasn't sure he could be even more in love with the both of you than he already was. Harry felt his heart burst with adoration, and he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle when Peter accidentally bumped into you but apologised with a little kiss on your lips.
"Hey, what you doing up here all alone?" MJ walked up as she hip bumped Harry. He let out a little laugh and gave her a hug before turning her around to see the two of you.
"Ah. Creeping on your girlfriend and boyfriend I see..." MJ teases him.
He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, "Don't they look so cute, being all nerdy and shit? I mean, look at y/n. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Peter come in.."
MJ guffaws loudly, cutting Harry off, "You are so whipped for them!"
Harry shoves her lightly, then gives her the middle finger- making MJ laugh even louder, but he continues to watch you and Pete happily.
***
Harry finally walked over to the two of you, cuddling you from being as he placed a kiss on Peter's cheek, making Peter blush deep red. You glanced at Peter, ready to tease him, but Harry placed a kiss on your lips, making you blush too.
Peter looked at you with a grin, before a look of realisation passed over him as he looked at your face, making it click for you too.
Red. It was a deep red.
"Rubidium!" The two of you chimed in response, all of it clicking together. You both pull away from Harry as he looks at you two dumbfounded.
"Of course!" You say as you looked at Peter, who made a 'doh' face and gestured that you two were idiots for not realising it sooner. You ran quickly to grab some and added it to the container. The rubidium instantly neutralised the colour of it, making both you and Peter 'woah' in sync. "It actually worked!"
"Harry Osborn, you are a genius!" Peter grinned.
"We needed our third element, didn't we Pete?" You giggled as Harry pulled the two of you into a hug, the three of you all cuddling.
"I love you, my two nerds..." Harry laughs, his smile warm and content.
A/N: hola, yes I am writing for Harry :) I love him too he's so adorable. :3 & yes there shall be a pt 2 for my Peter fic :D
Summary: Harry comes back.
***
"Just got a tip." MJ says as she checks her phone. "Raft's moving a couple of inmates to Ravenscroft tomorrow for evaluation."
"Did they say who?" Peter asks MJ as she walks to the door, grabbing her keys on the way.
"Nope! But I'm gonna find out." MJ smirks, a cheeky grin on her lips.
"Be careful MJ." You call out from the kitchen as she gives you a salute and walks out the door. Peter laughs as he walks up to you and gives you a hip bump, reaching for the jar.
"Hey! Not my cookies!" You say, ready to throw soapy water at him, but not before you hear MJ let out a shriek.
"MJ!" Both you and Peter call as you run out in a frightful shock after her only to see someone you never thought you'd see again.
Harry Osborn.
MJ runs up to him and gives him a big hug, squeezing the life out of him, a huge grin etched on her face. Peter follows after her, watching his best friend with a gentle smile.
"Woah!" Harry laughs, holding himself up with the help of a cane. "Doctor's haven't cleared me for MJ hugs yet!"
"Sorry..." MJ apologises sheepishly as she pulls back.
You watch from the steps as Peter hugs his best friend, taking comfort in the fact that he was here, telling him how much you had all missed him. Harry glances up from Peter's hug to see you standing by the steps, hands and arms still covered in bubbly soap, curly hair tied up, a few strands framing your features and a look of longing etched onto your face.
"Y/N..." Harry faintly whispers your name ever so sweetly as he looks at you. You watch his eyes soften as he pulled away from Peter and took a wobbly step towards you, almost falling, but Peter catches him, helping Harry stand up right. You hold in your tears as you rush back indoors, slamming the door and falling to the floor.
It had been two years. Two excruciatingly long fucking years since he went to Europe without mentioning a single word to you. No calls, no texts, nothing.
You had to find out from MJ, someone you'd barely spoken to in high school had told you. Mary fucking Jane had to tell you that your so-called boyfriend had gone to Europe and that no-one knew when he'd would be back or how to contact him.
You called him every single day, leaving voicemail after voicemail until his phone told you that his messages were full and that you couldn't leave anymore. You called Peter, each week asking if he had heard anything from Harry, but alas nothing. You had cried every night, praying, wishing that he would contact you somehow. That he hadn't just upped and left without good reason.
But no. Nothing.
So you got on with your life.
Got a job as kindergarten teacher, helped Peter with his Spider-Man stuff, became really good friends with MJ and moved on. Because if Harry had moved on, then so could you.
But now he was here. He was outside the door and you didn't know what to do.
***
Moments later Peter ran indoors calling your name, Harry following behind cautiously as he took in the appearance of the house.
"Y/N?? You still here?" Peter calls but can't seem to find you anywhere in the house. "I don't think she's h-
"Pete..." Harry sighs as he finds a handwritten note on the table. He still recognises your handwriting, a hand tracing over the note softly as he reads it. "She's gone."
"What do you mean she's gone?" Peter scoffs as he reads the note you wrote.
Hey Pete and MJ,
I'm sorry, seeing Harry again brought up some things. I need to clear my mind before anything. If you see him, tell him I did miss him and I do want to talk, soon.
Make sure he doesn't come after me, please Pete? And make sure you don't eat my cookies ... I'm talking about you Ms Watson... :)
Love you guys,
Cookie xx
Harry hears the sound of an engine being turned on and rushes to the door to try and catch you before you leave. He calls your name but it falls on empty ears as he watches you ride away on a black motorbike, curly hair blowing in the wind.
"She rides motorbikes now?" Harry says, eyes filled with adoration, but heart heavy with how much he had missed with you.
"Yeah...but she still doesn't let anyone touch it." Pete smiles, reading the bit about making sure MJ doesn't eat your cookies. However it soon turns into a frown as he looks at Harry. "She's changed alot since you left Harry."
"I know Pete. I know." Harry sits down, sighing deeply. "How do I fix this Pete?"
Peter exhales heavily. "I don't know."
***
It was coming up to 2 weeks since you had run from Harry. From everything.
You don't know why you did.
Maybe you were scared. Scared he didn't need you anymore. Maybe he didn't love you anymore.
MJ had messaged you a million times, making sure you were okay, even sending you pictures of her and Peter with your cookie jar, making sure you'd seen she hadn't eaten any of them. Peter, on the other hand, thought he was subtle. He had swung around where you were staying, keeping an eye on you making sure you weren't falling back into old habits.
Cookie 🍪: pete, you know I can see you?
Pete 🕷: whaaaat? im with mj at home
Cookie 🍪: *sends picture attachment*
Pete 🕷: :O
Pete 🕷: sorry cookie, just wanted to make sure you were safe :(
Cookie 🍪: im okay petey :)
Pete 🕷: i know. harry says hi. he misses you. we miss you
Cookie 🍪: I'll be home soon, promise, love you guys x
Pete 🕷: love you too cookie x
You decided to go home after Peter's text.
***
Seconds after pushing the keys in the door, you were tackled in a massive hug from MJ, who squeezed the living hell out of you and would not let go. You'd barely gotten your helmet off before it dropped to the floor.
"MJ! I'm fine, you can let go now!" You mumble against her hair. "Please, my bones are gonna crack and you don't even have super strength..."
"Don't ever do that again. Please?" MJ says as she pulls away holding your face.
"Sorry red, I promise I won't." You say squeezing her hands gently, making her pull a face at your nickname for her. Peter smiles as he sees you, pulling you into a albeit gentler hug.
"You good?" Peter asks as you nod in response, wallking backwards towards the staircase.
"I'm gonna put my stuff away and I'll-
"Hi..." Harry breathes out, walking down the stairs, coming face to face with you. His red hair, a slight mess on his head, a smile askew on his rosy lips while he observed every inch of your face as if you'd disappear again if he said something wrong. You could sense those feelings you'd buried deep for him wanting to resurface. No, needing to resurface. A red curl had fallen onto his forehead and you instantly to brush it away.
You weren't ready, but it was now or never.
"Hi." You mumble back, suddenly shy as you avoided looking at him. Because if you did, you were sure it was going to break your heart again.
"We'll leave you two to talk..." Peter says, squeezing your hand in comfort, before heading upstairs with MJ. "Hear him out, Cookie..."
You nod back at Pete and MJ, giving them a smile.
"Hi...I er- sorry I already said that..." Harry says shy, stuttering over his words making you let out a small laugh.
He hadn't changed.
His head lifts up, eager to hear your sweet laughter again, "So you and Pete?" Harry says as he smiles softly at you.
"What? No! No way- he's with MJ!" Your eyes go wide before realising he was teasing you. "You're teasing me..."
He hold his hand up in surrender as a soft smile appears on his lips, as he tilts his head, eyes filled with a gentle longing. You couldn't help but notice how much it suited him, how much he had matured. He was still the same Harry you knew, but his features had grown. He no longer had that beanie he always wore, his eyes were brighter than before, filled with hope.
Harry seemed to notice the look on your face and sighed, "I'm sorry, I am so sorry- about everything. Can- can I explain?"
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. "Let's sit down."
You walk over to the couch and take a seat, Harry following suit, sitting closer than you expected.
"Sorry.." He instantly apologised, shuffling back. You don't know what made you put your hand on his leg, making him freeze as he instinctively went to hold your hand.
"I didn't- sorry..." You mutter, looking down, feeling like a shy teen all over again.
Harry lets out a small laugh, squeezing your hand and rubbing the top of it with his thumb. "Reminds me of our 3rd date at Coney-
"When the stupid candy guy pushed me into you and-
"I caught you, but your face was a red as a tomato, and you wouldn't look at me for the rest of our date till I-
"Till you kissed me..." You finish off blushing as you looked up at Harry. Gosh, you really did miss him. "What happened Harry?"
His lips turn into a grimace, eyes still on you. "Europe was a lie. I was in the city in isolation undergoing treatment. I didn't want you guys to worry. I didn't want you to worry..."
"Harry..." You mutter softly, gently playing with his fingers. "I wish you would have told me, so you wouldn't have had to go through it alone."
"No. It was my choice and I had to live with that. I couldn't put you through that pain." Harry sighs, looking at your entwined fingers, his heart aching. "I saw what my father went through when my mom passed, and I- I didn't want the same to happen to you."
"Is it the same thing your mom had?" You asked, looking at him, tears in your eyes.
"It was..." He smiles as you glance up at him. "We think it's in remission."
You gasp in joy and pull him into a hug. "Really? That's wonderful news!"
Harry feels his heart pound as you hug him- he's missed this. "I- I missed you, more than anything. I'm so sorry for the way I left things, for what I put you through, even though I was trying to protect you. I hurt you even more. I listened to all your voicemails every single one, and then one day they just stopped. I thought-"
Pulling back slightly from him you stare at him. "You thought what? That I'd moved on?"
He nods.
"Harry... how could I? You are the love of my life, I never stopped loving you, even when I was so frustrated and angry with you." You admit, because you truly never stopped loving him. "But I understand, I understand you trying to protect us. To protect me."
"I- thank you." Harry sighs in relief, he hated having this feeling of you being angry and disappointed hanging over him. "I- you still love me?"
You bite your lip and look down, feeling shy all of a sudden, Harry puts a finger on your chin and tilts your head up. "I still love you too. I never stopped, all I could think about was you."
"Harry..." Tears slowly fill the corners of your eyes before you wipe them away.
"Can we start over?" Harry asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you like to go on a date with me? Coney Island?"
You smirk at him, "Are you going to try and kiss me again?"
"Are you going to turn red again?" Harry teases back.
"I did not! It was cold!" You lightly shove him, but he catches your arms and pulls you into him. Harry places a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he holds you in his arms snugly.
"Is that a yes Cookie?" Harry softly asks, absentmindedly rubbing your hip.
*thump* *thump* *thump*
The two of you jump up only to see MJ and Peter roll down the stairs, Peter trying to help MJ but ending up on the floor, MJ on top of him as she looks up at you with a huge grin on her face.
"Say yes, you doofus!" MJ laughs, and Peter is nodding enthusiastically like a golden retriever.
You throw a pillow in their direction before rolling your eyes at their antics. You can't stop the smile on your face as you pull Harry into a kiss and whisper yes.
***
"Hey, how comes you never let me on your bike? And you never let me eat your cookies!" Peter asks with a fake sad face as he reaches to touch it. But before he can, you lightly slap his hand away.
"You're Spider-Man. You don't need a bike." You deadpan.
"Besides, Harry's my fiance now. So what's mine is his." You smirk as you settle onto your bike, Harry slipping on behind as he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your cheek. "Including my cookies."
"See ya Pete!" Harry childishly sticks his tongue out at Peter as you ride away laughing.
"MJ, you gotta learn how to ride a bike..." Peter mumbles to himself.
A/N: hii, i know I've been so inactive on here :( and I'm sorry anyways I absolutely adore PS5 Spidey and have been wanting to write for him, so here we go xx
Summary: Peter is forced to make a choice.
***
"MJ! Where's-? Harry..." Peter says breathlessly as he watches MJ sat opposite what used to be his best friend. Her face scared for whatever it was Harry had planned.
"Pete... you look tense." Harry smirks as he reaches out with a tendril. "Coffee?"
"We need to talk." Peter says as he glances between MJ and Harry.
"Ah-ah, not yet. We're still waiting on one more person. Your girlfriend." Harry says your name with a grin on his face. A tendril sneaks around MJ, pulling a seat out for Peter to sit down. "Sit. She's not here yet."
"No. Harry, you leave her out of this!" Peter says, fists clenched, but takes a seat. "She's got nothing to do with this. It's between you and me. Let her and MJ go."
Harry ignores Peter. "You must get tired, making the world a better place every... single day! But I can help. All you have to do is let me."
MJ glances at Harry, her face worried for her best friend, "Harry, this isn't you!"
"Wrong! This is the real me." Harry says almost comically, his eyebrow furrowing as he looked at Peter. He stands up, pushing the table away as he looks at Peter with fury.
The keys in the door rattle as it squeaks open and you walk in, face flushed almost as if you'd ran over here. "Hey Pete- I got your text, what hap-?" You were cut off as you took in the scene before you.
"Harry?" You say equally shocked and surprised that he was here. "I- I didn't know you were back- Pete you never mentioned it."
You quickly scan the room as you notice MJ sat in the corner. Peter, in his Spidey suit, sat next to her, jaw locked in anger as he looked at you hopelessly. MJ looked scared out her mind as she looked at you, then back to Harry, praying you would help them.
"Coffee?" Harry asks as he walks over to you, gently guiding you to sit next to him as he pours you some coffee. "We were having a lovely little chat about Peter sharing some of the load."
Peter's fist clenched in anger as he watched Harry touch you. "Don't do this Harry."
"Do what Pete?" Harry asked, lips turning into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow curiously. His hands placed on your shoulders as he gently pushed you to sit down. "I'm making her a coffee. Sugar, darling?"
"Oh, no thank you." You say, making eye contact with Pete opposite as you gently lifted your taser to show him. You watched as Peter's eyes widened and he tried to shake his head. Harry stands behind you, hands on your shoulders as he speaks. You shuffle forward awkwardly feeling very uncomfortable but Harry pulls you back gently.
"Peter, I finally have the power to realize our vision. Are you... giving up on me?" Harry says he tilts his head, eyes watching Peter as he stood up. Peter's eyes flicker between you and Harry.
"Harry..." Peter begins slowly, "We have to get that thing off you-"
The table in front of you snaps in half as you watch MJ shriek, standing up next to Peter. You breathe heavily as you watch the black tendril enlarge on the table, your eyes widen as it slithers over your body and back to Harry. Peter looked to MJ, to you then to Harry.
"Do not." Harry growls, both hands turning into black tendrils, holding the back of your chair tighter. "Call us a thing."
You whimper as the tendrils move closer to your neck. You clutch the taser tightly as you look at your boyfriend, "Peter..."
Within seconds, you rip out of the tendrils grip, out of Harry's grip, and shove the taser into his abdomen, activating it. You felt the buzz of it rebound as Harry and the Symbiote screech in agony.
The gun drops to the ground as you watch the Symbiote hiss. It's slimey tendrils grab the chair and throw it in the air in anger, before reaching for you. In an instant, Peter throws his webs out, pulling you to him just as the chair breaks where you previously were. Peter holds you against him, clutching you tightly as if his life depended on it.
"Harry..." Peter begins.
"We are not Harry." Harry growls, as his body begins to transform. The tendrils swirl around him, enveloping his body as he begins to grow. Harry's body gone as a menacing creature took its place, a creature manifested with a fanged mouth, teeth as sharp as blades and a tongue that looked as grotesque as the rest of it.
You could hear MJ's heavy breathing as her eyes grew at the sight of the Symbiote.
"We. Are. VENOM."
Harry's voice was mixed in with the symbiote before it completely took over. The Symbiote snarled as Peter pushed you and MJ behind him, arms out to protect the two of you. MJ grabbed your arm in case you needed to run.
Venom aimed a tendril at Peter, hitting him straight in the chest as you and MJ failed to pull him out the way. The three of you flew into the kitchen, Peter stuck in the wall, MJ on the table and you sprawled on the floor. You heard Venom's footsteps move closer as you crawled on the ground trying to find a weapon or something but was pulled back as Venom grabbed your leg, pulling you towards him.
You screamed in terror for Peter as you were dragged across the floor. Venom held you in the air by your leg before going after MJ.
"No!" You screamed as you tried to punch Venom, your attempts futile as he wrapped another tendril around your arms, holding you by your throat as you screamed, "Pete!"
MJ screamed as Venom went after her, grabbing her by the neck and holding her in front of him just as Peter burst out of the wall and screamed your name.
"Y/N!" Peter ran into the living room, his eyes landing on yours as he saw you and MJ on either side of Venom, both being held by your throats as you squirmed in his grip. "MJ!"
Venom snarls as his tongue swirls around your face, mouth widening in a mocking grin.
"Don't." Peter warns as he listens to the sound of yours and MJ's terrified screams.
"Choose..." Venom hissed as he squeezed MJ's throat tighter, making her scream.
"MJ!" Peter called out as he took a step forward only to have Venom growl lowly at him to keep back.
"Is that your choice? You'd let your girlfriend di-"
"No!" Peter screams in agony, arms reaching out to try and grab you. "No- no, don't do this! Don't make me choose- please?"
The Symbiote snarls in annoyance, "Pick. Now!"
"Take me, take me instead. You want me, not them! Take me! Let them go Harry..." Peter's eyes dart between the two of you, not wanting to lose either of you.
"You won't pick? Fine. I'll do it for you." Venom snarls as he throws MJ to the ground, engulfing her in his black tendrils. Her screams muffled as she is transformed into something else.
"Let her go!" Peter demands but MJ is already under his control, MJ now gone and another Symbiote in her place,"MJ!"
"Show him what he's missing..." Venom smirks as he takes a step back to admire his work.
"Peter!" You scream as Venom wraps his arms around you, gripping you against his chest as he holds you tightly.
"You can't have them!" Peter screams panicked as he throws a web to grab you but is cut off by MJ, who jumps in and rips it away, grinning at Peter.
"Too late! He's already got us." MJ snarls as she signals to Venom to go. Venom takes one look at Peter before jumping through the roof, taking you with him.
"Pete- Peter! No! No-" Your voice drowns out as you watch Peter's attempts to save you fail, as MJ thrawts each one.
A/N: Sorry guys, I'm in a Bo-Katan phase... I just love her even tho she's an asshole and has done bad shit. Also, I know this is a bit late, but I had it in my drafts for a long time and totally forgot about it :(
Warnings: The Mandalorian S3 spoilers, smut, idek what else.
"Goodbye Din Djarin."
The monotone voice of your lover swept through the large hall as she watched Din walk away, twiddling her thumbs in annoyance. Walking past the Mandalorian, you gave him a small nod of best wishes before making his way to Mandalore with his green child.
Making your way over to the redhead, you held a glass of water, offering it to her. "Your majesty."
Bo-Katan simply rolled her eyes, taking a large gulp of the drink before placing it on the side, gesturing for you to come closer. "I thought you might have been parched after that long conversation, my lady. It seemed interesting. Did you not take up Djarin's offer?"
She doesn't answer. Simply stares out the glass windows with a lost look in her eyes. Your Bo-Katan is a tough woman, a woman with a purpose - to reclaim Mandalore, but without the Darksaber, she couldn't. Her forces are all gone but you. But there was only so much two women could do, she has you, but no matter how strong you were, she needed her people.
As much as she despised the planet now, deep down, she wanted it back. It's her home, your home - the only home you'd ever known until the Empire had ruined it.
Sighing deeply, you stood beside her, reaching over to touch her hand. "Bo-
"If you're going to give me advice about how I should be helping Din Djarin on his ridiculous mission, you'd better leave." Bo-Katan huffed as she slipped her hand from yours and swung her legs back onto the side of the chair. "I want nothing to do with that man."
Maker, she was still being stroppy about the Darksaber. Din had won it, fair and square, and to be fair, you're pretty sure he has zero clue about what to do with it or what it means. But Din is a worthy warrior to wield the saber, and that's what makes Bo-Katan pissed.
"I wasn't." You rolled your eyes as you pushed her legs down and sat down on her thighs, your legs placed on either side of them as you moved your hands to her waist, gently holding her hips. "I was going to suggest something else."
The woman turned her head towards your face, a smirk etched onto her face as she took in your position and where your hands were. "Oh? And what might that be?
Smirking back, you pushed her against the back of the chair before slowly removing her armour. "A massage."
"I'm not in the mood for a massage, sweetheart." Bo-Katan rolled her eyes but let you proceed to remove her armour, piece by piece as you placed it gently on the floor. "You don't have to be so careful with it."
"I know." You hummed. "But it's your armour, and I know how much it means to you."
Your words hit deep within the woman. Yes, it was her armour. But what use was it now? When she has no one to lead, no-one to follow her. Bo thought, perhaps she should hang up her armour and settle down on a nice planet with you. You'd follow her, right?
After stripping her of her armour, you removed her trousers, slipping them down her long legs before making your way back up, caressing her thighs as she moaned your name softly. Her hands were coming to hold your shoulders and keep you between her legs, but you were persistent, pushing back against her hold and seeping up to kiss her lips.
"Off now." You commanded, pointedly looking at her covered breasts. The redhead smirked as she slowly stripped off her layers, leaving you growling as she took her sweet time. "You want this massage or not, your Majesty?
"Is that how you talk to your Queen?" Bo gasped in mock horror, finally having taken off her top, leaving her breasts bare and ready for you. "I should have your mouth cleaned for that."
"I'll have you moaning my name in a few. Let's see how mouthy you'll be then." You muttered before shufifng closer on her lap and placing your lips on her buds. The action making Bo let out a loud moan as she gripped your hips, your tongue swirling around her buds, making her gasp every time.
"Fuck- cyar'ika-"
You moved your hand to the other, gently caressing it before squeezing the bud as it grew erect. Underneath your legs, you could feel Bo getting wet, the way her hips were unintentionally thrusting up against yours, the way her hands were gripping your hips ever so tight as she tried to get off.
"Ah ah no." You pulled off her bud, teeth leaving a small bite as you took her hands off your waist and placed them above her head, and with a small click they were locked in place against the chair. "No touching."
Bo growled but kept them in place, instead using her eyes to follow your movements as you slid down her body, becoming eye level with her pussy. Her hips unintentionally trusted upwards, trying to get closer to your mouth but your hands pushed them down roughly.
"Stop moving." You growled, looking back up at her with fire and lust in your eyes. Bo swore the sight of you between her legs would have made her cum right there if you hadn't placed your lips on her clit. The ginger let out a loud moan, hands wanting to move down to pull you closer but remained where they were. "Good girl."
Bo was in agony. Her moans only became louder as she watched your mouth tease her with soft kisses before you moved south, wrapping those luscious lips around her clit and sucked hard making her hips thrust upwards. Her hands immediately came down to your hair as she pulled on it, pressing your face closer to her cunt as she grinded on you.
"Fuck-" You moaned against her wet cunt not bothered about her ignoring your instructions. Using your free hand, you slid two fingers into her, pumping fast. "Use me baby- I want my face to be soake-"
You never got to finish your sentence as Bo let out a load moan of your name, hands tugging on your hair, as she came and gushed all over your face, leaving a wet trial. You watched from below as Bo's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands gently coming away from your hair as she reached for your waist and pulled your body up against her.
She smiled softly as she wiped a finger across your face, sticking it into your mouth before pulling out and reaching down between your bodies. "Fuck- you're soaked cyare."
"Let me return the favour." Bo grinned as she swiftly placed her lips on yours, cleaning the mess she had made on your face.
***
"That was one hell of a massage." Bo laughed, the smile gently returning to her face.
"I know what you're thinking."
"Pray, do tell my princess." Bo gasped as you pressed your body against hers once more, breasts touching hers.
"You're wondering if you should hang up the mantle."
Bo's eyes slipped to yours, sighing in sadness. You always knew what was on her mind. It was something that attracted you to her. "Maybe I should. It's - Mandalore will never be ours again."
"Stop." You pressed a finger to her lips, instantly shushing her. "You are Mandalore. You always have been."
"You're the only one who has ever worked so hard to gain her planet back. I know you've done bad things, but they were all in the name of Mandalore to save our planet. I know you're the only one who can save us. It has to be you. So yes, maybe you should join Din on his ridiculous mission. It would be a start. We could gather members of his covert and restar-"
"No." Bo stopped you. "I can't, its- it's too much. Every single time we try something, it's like we take 5 steps back, and we never end up anywhere. I can't have you doing that again, not with me."
"Bo-" You warned, already knowing where she was heading with this.
"Maybe you should leave too. Everyone else has. Perhaps you'd have a better life." Bo continued, wanting to slowly push you off her but not wanting to lose you either. If this was all she had left, then she would rather savour it for however long she had with you.
"Maybe I should."
In an instant, Bo's head snapped to yours, not expecting you to agree. The shock evident on her face, deep down she believed you would always stay with her, as those in the outer rim would say 'Till death do us part'. But it would seem not, you'd go your own ways and she'd be left alone, again.
Without you.
"But I won't." Grabbing her hands, you placed them on your beating heart. Bo's green eyes filled with salty tears as she tried her hardest not to break down, despite you saying you wouldn't leave her.
"I'd follow you to the end of the galaxy if it meant I could stay by your side, Bo." You spoke gently. The love laced within your words was what made her crack. The tears finally slipped out as she realised you weren't leaving her, the only person who ever believed in her, who stood by her side while she made plans to regain Mandalore. Who swore that she would always love Bo, no matter how much of an asshole she was.
You. Bo's sweet princess was staying.
"Thank you, cyare." Bo sniffed as she pulled you close, placing her forehead against yours as she silently accepted your love. Her hands gently came to hold your face in her palms as she softly spoke her next words. "I do love you, you know that, right? More than I can express."
"I know, Bo." You smiled gently, placing your hands over hers.
***
*beep beep*
"Your majesty." The droid slowly swept in, the skidding noises disrupting your soft moment with Bo. "An unscheduled visitor."
Your lover sighed, gently placing you on her throne as she got up to look out the window, only to spot Din Djarin's N1 flying through the atmosphere. With a determined face, she gave you a nod before announcing, "Let's get rid of him once and for all."
"Bo-
"Fine. We'll see what he wants." Bo rolled her eyes, watching you sat on the throne and made something twirl inside her. "You coming with?"
The loaded question Bo had asked has several answers, but yours? It would always be the same.
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Listen I hate Bo-Katan as much as the next guy but the fact that this episode confirmed she now sits all day depressed on what’s basically her bed and was ready to beat a man’s ass for bothering her too many times is goddamn hilarious she’s just like me fr
I love all of your stuff with Paz and Din, especially this last one with Paz and Grogu. Can we please see Grogu fucking with Paz with the Force because he was being rude to Din or something along those lines. Din's just dying of laughter in the background cuz he's used to the "wierd jedi sorcery" his kid does when he feels like it.
YES. YES MORE PAZ. MORE.
Paz called Din the “Mos Eisley Spaceports of Mand’alors” and Grogu took that personally.
