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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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Okay!! I got the perfect idea for the req 😈

Kaeya sending his wife!reader suggestive pics when she's at work and she gets very shy seeing it but ignores him bc she has to get work done. When she gets home he's in a very revealing outfit, he pins her down on the bed & only rides her strap to get back at her. He does praise her a lot tho and promises to reward her if she's being good & stays still. ofc its dom!kaeya and subby reader🤭 (im uncomfy with being degraded so i'd appreciate it if u keep that out in the fic) thank you <3

Please tell me what u think of this ask 💗

thank you for the request <33 i love this kind of kaeya sm and i hope you like this!! i gotta start working on some of my fluff for kaeya to counteract all the smut ive been writing recently lolol

Payback's A Bitch

Kaeya x AFAB, Fem Reader || Smut || 2 641 words

“And, perfect!”

Kaeya grins to himself as he scrolls through the photos on his phone. All of them present him scantily clad, eye hooded and hand resting delicately on his waist. His fingers toy with the hem of his sweatpants, pulling it in such a way that it begins to reveal the hair at the base of his navel while simultaneously outlining his hard cock.

He knows that his lovely little wife is going to absolutely love the photo he’s taken, sending it to you with a grin on his face. Thankfully, you’ve left your read receipts on so he can see that you’ve seen the message. He watches excitedly to see those little bubbles pop up on the other side, anxious to see your response.

All he gets is the slow passage of time and no response from you. It’s not like you not to respond – anything he sends you is usually at least given an emoji or something really sloppily typed. As far as he knows, you just merely glanced at it and didn’t realise fully what he sent because he had too many clothes.

He strips down a little more, taking off his shirt and eye patch. This time, his pants are pulled down far enough to see the beginnings of his shaft, poorly hidden under his boxers. Kaeya quickly sends that off, not expecting you to see it immediately yet no response.

At this point he tries a barrage of images, only to be left on seen. At some point you stop looking, not even when he sends a video. It’s clear to him that he’s being ignored, but unfortunately for you his cunning mind was not about to let that happen without any sort of retaliation.

“Kaeya? I’m home,” you call out, pulling your phone out again to read his very straightforward message.

Get ready and find me. Check the box at the door.

The box in question contains Kaeya’s new favourite strap-on. Your face flushes a little as you imagine a needy Kaeya at your feet, clearly worked up from all the photos and videos he sent you throughout your day at work. You’re not sure what he’s got in mind but you know that he’s got you all melted down in the palm of his hand, more than just a little desperate to feel his touch against your skin.

Quickly, you make your way up to the bedroom after doing as he asked, deciding that it would make the most sense to find him there. The door swings open, Kaeya sitting on the bed with a shit eating grin as he eyes the straps sitting on your hips above the waist of your pants, pulling you in by them and bringing you to stand between his legs when he sits back down.

“Can’t stop staring huh?” he purrs, loving the attention you’re finally giving him.

“I got all dressed up nice and pretty just for you. Don’t you like it?”

He brings your hand to run down his exposed chest, button up barely buttoned and tucked underneath the almost skin tight pants that outline everything on the lower half of his body perfectly.

You lean down for a kiss, lips slotting together perfectly and you think that he’ll just let the two of you take your time with each other. Your hands rest on his shoulder, expecting to be able to just hold him when you’re suddenly thrown down onto the sheets, staring back up at that smirk he had before.

“W-what are you doing?” you gasp, whimpering a little as he takes off your bottoms and readjusts your strap accordingly.

“Punishing you. I haven’t been sitting around all day waiting for you just to have nothing to show for all that effort,” he grins, quickly working to lube up the toy.

“You’ve spent all day ignoring me sweetheart, you really think I’m going to let you off that easily?”

Your eyes go wide at the sound of his words, letting him continue as you try to figure out what to say in response.

“So now because you ignored me, I’m going to ignore you. But, unlike your cold shoulder I will repay your kindness for all this but only if you behave. How does that sound?”

You know that he’s asking you for your consent right now, pausing in his preparation to see if you’ll try to tell him off. When you nod in reply his playful face returns, easily straddling your hips after removing his pants. He keeps his shirt on, only unbuttoning the rest of it as he slots your cock between his cheeks, his own twitching at the thought of finally having you inside of him.

“Anything else?” you ask him.

“Nothing. Just keep your eyes on me, alright doll?” he replies, words turning to a soft moan as he sits down on your dick.

Kaeya takes your hands in his, fingers tightening as he slowly begins to bounce on your lap, biting his lip as he sets his own pace. You do just as he asks, wishing he would let go of your hands so you could touch him more. The way he looks on top of you always sends a chill down your spine, absolutely enraptured with the way his gaze keeps yours as though the lewd sound of his ass smacking against your body and the bobbing of his girth against his stomach was something he wanted to show off. You’re sure he actually does want to show off, practically preening under your watchful eye as his pace begins to pick up, making the noises slipping out of his lips even louder.

“Fuck – your cock feels so good,” he sighs, throwing his head back to show you the delicious expanse of his neck. You’ve never felt the desire to kiss him more than right now you think, wanting to feel the way his throat constricts with his needy noises and hold his waist to help guide his pace.

Like this however, Kaeya’s got you right where he wants you. He can see the way you want him to give you your freedom back, the instinctive bucking of your hips into him to hit that spot inside of him that makes him see stars. The way your eyes linger on parts of his body isn’t missed by him, smirking as you bring them back down to watch the spot where your bodies join.

“What are you thinking about baby?” he starts to croon, leaning over your body with your joined hands to pin them down at the sides of your head.

“Thinking about how pretty I look sitting on your dick? Or how badly you want to wrap that sweet mouth of yours around my cock? You’re doing so good just being a toy for me, just sit tight and if you make me cum then I’ll give you anything you want, alright?”

“Yes darling,” you manage to whimper, heart stopping at the close proximity of his face to yours.

Your hands clenched into fists as he lets go of them, instead holding you down by your wrists as he begins to bounce in earnest. Quickly, you match his pace with your hips and fuck into him, making sure to pay close attention to the noises he makes as you shift your hips around. Kaeya’s a good teacher and you know you’ve found your spot when he almost collapses onto your body at the feeling of the blunt head hitting against his prostate.

He presses kisses against your neck, eyes closed in bliss at the feeling of you fucking him just the way he needs without even having to ask. He’s a little proud he’s trained you so well, knowing that your reward will have to be just as sweet. His hips eagerly buck into yours, pretty noises pressed right up against your ear, stuttered words of praise making you even more anxious to please him.

“That’s it,” he starts, cutting off his own words with a hearty moan.

“You’re doing so good for me. I knew you could fuck me just the way I’ve been wanting you to. Now, just sit still and let me do all the work, okay? I did say it was a punishment after all.”

He sits back up, this time taking your hands and putting them on his waist. When your fingers dig into his skin lightly he shakes his head, almost about to scold you before you loosen your grip to his approval. Once he’s got himself back in position, he gives you a wink before resuming his previous pace, fucking himself recklessly as he focuses solely on pursuing his pleasure.

You resist the urge to buck into him, wanting to aid him but judging by the way his cock throbs as it bounces against his stomach it’s clear he’s enjoying himself. Kaeya looks back down at you, letting his moans sound even lewder as he sprinkles in calls of your name, making sure the aggressive way he slams down on your hips keeps you pinned under his weight. You try to take your hand off his hips, wanting to grab his cock to add to his pleasure but as soon as he feels your grip falter he shoots you a glare, reaching for it himself as soon as you resume your grip.

“Look how hard my dick is for you pretty doll, it’s so fucking desperate for you to touch it. See how much it’s leaking? That’s all just for you darling,” he groans, hand moving up and down his shaft quickly.

“You’re gonna make me cum – fuck – beg me for it. Tell me how badly you want me to cum for you,” Kaeya pants, barely able to hold back his incoming orgasm.

“Please cum,” you whine, digging your nails into him – without resistance, thankfully – as you do your best not to squirm under him.

“I want you to cum, please,” you continue to beg, eyes unable to leave his body as he cums with a loud moan of your name.

He seats himself fully on your dick, now grinding against it as his cock fucks into his fist. You watch his cum spill over his hand, some of it landing on both of your remaining clothes. Kaeya’s hand finally slows, beginning to languidly stroke himself, prolonging his pleasure with a satisfied groan. He shudders lightly as his body enters the post orgasmic haze, getting off of you and undressing the two of you fully.

“You got another round in you love?” he asks, parting your legs over his waist.

“Only if you want to,” you mutter, not wanting to force him into anything after all the effort he went through.

“Of course I do. I told my pretty baby I’d give her a reward, didn’t I?’

Before you’re given the chance to respond you gasp over the feeling of his fingers teasing your soaked slit, knowing that the damp spot underneath you was purely from watching Kaeya enjoy himself on your body. He leans over and presses a kiss to your lips at the same time as his fingers enter you, easily giving him access to your mouth. His tongue slips in immediately, stroking against yours as he kisses you. You can barely focus on the way his lips and tongue move, more preoccupied with the lewd sound of your wetness being fucked by his lithe fingers.

You moan against his mouth, hips bucking into his touch as he scissors you open in preparation for his cock. You can feel it hardening against your thigh, wanting nothing more than for him to be ramming his thick length into you.

“You want me bad, huh,” he says lowly into your ear, rutting against your thigh as you arch into him.

“I was good, wasn’t I? So I get my reward?” you ask, getting your response in actions, not words.

His length sinks into you as soon as you finish speaking, bottoming out and only giving you a moment to adjust before he starts fucking you at his own pace. He still seems pent up from earlier, your moans unable to be silenced as your legs wrap around his waist and nails scratch down his back. Kaeya watches hungrily as your tits bounce wildly at the rough pace he sets, your warm and tight pussy quickly reminding him why he was so obsessed with it.

“You did so well for me, made me cum so fucking hard. You want my cum, don’t you? Want me to fill you up all nice so you remember who you belong to? Remember why you don’t ignore me when I work so hard to make sure I look good for you?”

“Yes, yes, thank you Kaeya – you feel so good – I’m so sorry for ignoring you,” you cry out, hips writhing in his grip.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I know you were busy but now I have this pretty body to play with, don’t I?’ he teases, bringing both his hands to tease at your nipples.

Your pussy clenches tightly over him, making it harder for him to fuck you but he doesn’t care. He gropes at your tits, practically using them as leverage at the same time as his hips increase in pace and strength. The way he slams home inside of you every time makes you see stars behind your eyes, sobbing when you feel his tongue beginning to tease one of your stiff peaks as a finger starts to circle your clit.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathes against your chest, reveling in the fact that you’ve been reduced to whimpers.

“Fucking me wasn’t enough for you, right? I know you were desperate to have my cock splitting you in two. You’re so cute.”

He licks and sucks on you, the feeling of the suction against your nipple adding to your pleasure as your lower core tightens in anticipation for your rapidly approaching orgasm. Kaeya’s pace falters as you squeeze around him so tight he almost can’t pull out, only getting rougher with his mouth and fingers as he feels the sporadic way your walls clench over his girth to bring you to that peak.

“Cum for me,” he growls against you, his words finally giving you that final push you needed to cum all over him.

Kaeya’s glad you came quickly, unable to hold back as he folds your legs up to your tits, hands bracing themselves against the underside of your thigh and exposing your pussy to him. His eye stays trained on the way your lower lips spread to accommodate his size, fucking into you like an animal as he finally cums inside of you. You can feel his seed shooting inside of you, whimpering and moaning softly as his slowing pace draws some of it out of you, shaking under his weight and the pleasurable feeling of your orgasm as he draws it out for the two of you. Your arm rests against your eyes as you catch your breath, feeling Kaeya pull out of you and press kisses against your thigh.

“Pretty baby,” he coos, pulling your arm back to press some kisses against your cheek.

“You’re such a good girl, I knew you’d make it up to me despite ignoring me all day.”

Kaeya wraps his arms around you, pulling you over his body as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Rest now, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up. You deserve it.”

Kaeya’s warm words have you nodding, lazily pressing kisses against his bare chest.

“I love you so much Kaeya,” you mumble against him, brain much too murky to say anything more profound.

“I love you too,” he replies quietly, pulling your blanket over your bodies as he falls asleep with you.

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Hi! I've been reading your fics about Arven and you just make me fall in love with him harder than I am in. You write so beautifuly I really envy you! Very good job, this is my first request, and I hope I don't bother you with it. I love music, and I like to sing a lot, I imagine my MC who also loves singing and music with a beautiful voice, I would like to request a fic with a reader (can be gender neutral) singing to comfort Arven because he is sad, with Masbostiff joining them. (Both have a established relationship and around 20-22 years old)

Thank you!

Hello! You've come to the right place for this one lolol my masters degree is in voice performance and i've literally sung opera in different continents for the last several years.

That Funny Feeling

Arven x singer!reader, fluff and comfort, no genedered pronouns are used for the reader

Growing up in an empty house as he did, Arven never really listened to music. Sure, he's heard some of the top 40s hits that play over the radio in shops and stores over the years, and he's heard songs that students used to play in the halls when he went to the academy. Thing is, he wasn't exposed to music as a kid, so he didn't really ever seek it out as he gained autonomy.

When he started traveling with you after graduation, it was the first time you both had started spending significant amounts of time together. Sure you'd been casually dating, but you were both busy with your respective pursuits. Your time together was usually spent eating, holding hands, maybe watching a movie, cuddling, and doing other typical, couple-y things. You didn't have time to just exist with one another, which is part of what made now so special.

Because of that, Arven is a little gobsmacked to hear you one evening as you sit with your recently caught tinkatink, singing softly as you brush through her hair.

It's nothing special or over the top, you're just singing something gentle and calming, trying to lull your new pokemon into a comfortable state as you build your relationship with her, but Arven is utterly enamored. Truth be told, he feels almost voyeuristic listening in on the two of you, but he can't bring himself to move away.

When you're done with tinkatink, you move onto your scream tail who receives a similar treatment of a brushing with its bath, but this time the tune is more jovial, and Arven swears he thinks the scream tail is trying to sing along with you, though its voice isn't nearly as relaxing or sweet as a modern day jigglypuff's (or yours, he thinks).

Arven doesn't say anything that night because, truth be told, he isn't quite sure what he can, could, or should say. Do people usually sing like that? Is that a normal thing? Is complimenting you on your singing a normal thing to do, even?

As it turns out, you sing to your pokemon fairly frequently. Skeledirge often joins in with you in low, brassy tones, adding a bizarrely haunting quality to whatever it is you sing. Sometimes, 'Raidon curls up behind you, making you a nice little throne from which you sit as you sing to your pokemon during their mini grooming sessions between baths.

Arven never really joins in, but he silently loves the concerts. He starts to learn some of the tunes and words; he finds himself humming along to you sometimes. When he's alone, he even whistles one once. He didn't even realize he could do that! Sure, it was probably discordant and the wrong key (whatever that means...) but he whistled!

The two of you are walking through Socarrat Trail one day when the urge to sing strikes you, so you just...let'er rip. It's a folksy tune, perfect for crispy cool days on mountain trails, and your voice echos among the stones in an entertaining way.

You're not screaming or anything, but you're singing loudly enough for the wild pokemon to take notice. They turn, and the sudowoodo have the sense to high tail it immediately, as they would anyway. A few toedscool also seem to sense danger in the noise and decide to run away on floppy looking legs. For the most part, the other pokemon seem not to care much. Once they see that the source of the noise isn't trying to make a run at them, they go back to ignoring you.

Arven though? Arven has stopped in his tracks, eyeing you like you've just set off a bomb in the woods.

"What are you doing?!" He hisses.

"Singing?" You reply with a laugh. "I don't see a problem with it. It's not like we're bothering anyone. No other people are around, and the pokemon would've been disturbed by us, regardless."

"Y-Yeah, but... It feels wrong..."

You flush a bit, feeling embarrassed suddenly. "Oh... Sorry. I'll, uh. Stop, then." You imagine Arven wouldn't shush you like that unless the singing was bad, right? Oof, that's a faux-pas.

You spend the rest of the walk in silence.

Arven for his part, feels bad for being the one to silence you, but he isn't quite sure why. Like, you shouldn't sing in public, right? That's weird, right? Sure the song was great, and your voice is lovely, but... But that wasn't...wasn't normal, right?

Fuck, and now you're being quiet, and he isn't quite sure what to make of that, so he stays quiet, too.

That evening, Arven is eventually the one to suggest you both stop to have dinner and set up camp for the night. You only nod to his suggestion and get started on setting everything up for yourself and your pokemon. He gets started on dinner as you work on the tent and getting everyone cleaned and healed up from the day's battles.

Your pokemon, of course, notice the change in you, sensing that you're much more down than usual. Both tinkatuff (no longer tinkatink!) and scream tail both try to cajole you into a song, and skeledirge also chirrs lowly, but you quietly hush them, watching Arven's back carefully. You'd rather not embarrass yourself further by singing in front of him anymore. It hurts to think that he doesn't like your singing voice, but...well you think you like him more than you like singing.

As it turns out, Arven's pokemon also pick up on the difference, too, and Mabosstiff is quickly by your side, snuffling against your hands and side in an effort to get you to interact with him.

"Hey, bud..." You whisper to him softly, petting his sides. Mabosstiff boofs loudly twice, and you try to hush him some. "Hey... Let's be quiet for now, yeah?" Instead, Mabosstiff doubles down, baying like a smeargle. You wince and look to Arven, but he doesn't seem to mind the noise the pokemon are making. You smile and ruffle Mabosstiff's fur as he keeps singing, then you return to setting the tent up.

Like clockwork, Arven has dinner on the table as you're finishing up with the other preparations. You wait for him to finish filling the pokemons' bowls and for him to sit down at the table with you before you start eating.

It's delicious, as always, and you want to tell him as much, but you just don't have it in you to break the silence after so long.

So, Arven does.

"I... Uh, I think I messed up."

You give him a confused look, and with a mouth half full (covered by a hand, of course!) you say. "The food tastes fine?"

Arven groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, no. I mean, thanks, but no. I..." He sighs. "Did...Did I mess up? Or, like? Hurt your feelings or something today? I didn't mean to."

"Oh!" You look back down to your food. "Uh... I mean... I guess? You didn't mean to, but yes? It's okay though. I'm sorry you didn't like my singing. I feel bad, you know? Like it must have been really grating these last few weeks--"

"What?" He interrupts. "N-No! That's not it at all! I love your voice! It's beautiful! Like you! I-I mean. Uh..." He goes red. "I really like your voice. A lot. I...I just...well, I wasn't expecting for you to break out into song in the woods today. It caught me off guard, and...I dunno. It seemed weird?"

You bristle. "Weird?"

Arven winces. "I-I dunno! I just...wasn't expecting it, and...I dunno. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, and... I dunno, it was...sad...today...without the sound of your voice..."

You feel your face heat up at his confession. "So you don't mind when I sing to the pokemon?"

"No! I really like it. I...I didn't get to listen to a lot of music as a kid, so this probably doesn't mean anything, but... You're my favorite singer ever."

So singing becomes a welcome nightly ritual, not just one that Arven feels he can observe from afar. He's never quite comfortable enough to join in with you, save for maybe humming along softly with something he knows particularly well, but you don't force the subject with him. Singing is an incredibly personal thing, after all.

Arven and you have to spend a week or so apart not long afterward. You've been called away on League duties, and he decides to busy himself with some post-graduate study at the academy with Saguaro. When you meet back up at the lighthouse on Poco Path, you can immediately tell something's wrong.

After graduating, Arven turned the old lab into a makeshift apartment for himself between journeys, and he usually keeps the place as spotless as his old dorm. Currently though, the shutters are all closed with no natural light getting in, and the usual smells of deliciously cooking food are nowhere to be found. You find Arven curled up on the sofa, Mabosstiff whimpering at his side.

"Hey...What's going on?"

"Hey...Just uh..." It's clear from the sound of his voice that he'd either been crying or is actively holding back tears. "Found some stuff...from the professor..." By the way he says it, you know he means his parent. He gestures to a notebook, left open face down on the coffee table.

You sit down next to your boyfriend, pick up the book, and scan the page. It seems Arven found a passage written about him...about how one of his parents had walked out on the other not long after he was born... He was referred to as "the boy" the whole passage... Just reading it makes your blood boil. You click your tongue disapprovingly, and Arven hiccups a silent sob.

You put an arm around him, coaxing his head into your lap. "Shh..."

"I...I must've done s-something wrong...right?"

You run your fingers through his hair, pushing away that one tuftthat's forever blocking off half of his face. "Absolutely not," You soothe in soft tones. "You were only a baby... You couldn't have done a thing... They were both just...bitter people..."

"No... No, don't say that..." He says, turning a bit into your top.

"I'm sorry... But none of this was your fault, okay?"

He nods against you, digging his fingers into your side.

You keep petting his head, doing your best in the moment to soothe his aching heart. Mabosstiff similarly stretches out, putting more of his weight onto Arven, assuring him of his presence.

There as you sit in the quiet, with Arven trying to steady his breathing and swallow down the lump in his throat, you start to sing. It's hushed, like a lullaby, but with a melancholic longing. There's catharsis in singing music like this through a broken heart. Arven lets his tears fall silently as you sing to him. Between the sound of you, your touch in his hair, and Mabosstiff's weight on him, he stays tethered to the earth, present and safe and loved.

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kittyclawz89 · 5 months

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if i could dance with you again - Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1905

WARNINGS:

no use of y/n, allusions to sm*t but not actual sm*t, kissing, pretty angsty, a copious amount of taylor swift lyrics, first time writing a fic so hopefully i’ll get better lolol

thank you for reading! <3 <3 <3

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i, i loved you in secret

Any fool on base would be able to tell you about the reputation of Poe Dameron. How he was known as a ‘womaniser’, and a ‘manwhore’.

But that wasn’t your Poe.

Your Poe was the one who held back your hair when you needed to chuck up after drinking way too much spotchka. Your Poe was the one who stayed up all night in the comms centre when your missions went slightly off plan. Your Poe was someone who cared more than anybody else.

Your Poe, above all else, was the man you loved. You admired him so greatly. His skill as a pilot, his way with people, his respect for the general… He was perfect.

Yet nobody could know. He made that abundantly clear to you immediately after you got together. It would cost him his position as commander to be in a relationship with his Lieutenant Commander without asking or telling the general first. You had to ‘work together, not sleep together’ (Leia’s exact words).

you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling

Your first argument happened when he had returned from a mission and you ran into his arms on the hangar. He hugged you back, sure. But not a loving, warm, Poe hug. It was just friendly.

“Are you embarrassed to be with me? Is that it? Is that why this has to be-“ you cried.

Poe cut you off halfway through your sentence, “No, no baby. That isn’t the case. Please don’t say that, and don’t think it for a single second. There is nothing in the galaxy that could make me feel that way about you.”

He pulled you in, only now this hug was in the privacy of his quarters. He kissed you and laid you down on his bed, seemingly to prove this to you.

people started talking, putting us through our paces

That dreaded day in the mess hall was one you would never be able to forget. People’s stares lingered much too long on you as you ate. Whispers of your name hissed in your ear viciously tearing you apart.

And then you saw him. You straightened your posture and smiled at him, thinking he would come over like he always did, the rest of your squadron - Black Squadron - walking or traipsing along behind him. But he just nodded, a nod so brief that you couldn’t tell if you had actually witnessed anything, and sat on a separate table.

Your wrinkled your brows and curled you lip in confusion, before picking up your food tray and walking over to your squadron. Before you could sit, Poe was saying your name quietly behind you.

“Wh- How’d you get there?” You chuckled, trying to hide the nerve in your voice.

It didn’t work.

Poe pulled you outside of the mess hall inconspicuously.

“People know. About us.”

Your heart dropped. You felt ill. Not at the fact your relationship had been discovered, but at Poe’s audible and visible upset at this.

“Oh. Oh, okay, I- uhm, well do-“

He cut you off.

“This was not supposed to happen. If the general finds out we are both screwed. I’m sorry. I can’t risk it. This job, this work- this is my everything. My family legacy. My entire reputation, I- I can’t. We can’t keep doing this. We have to end it.”

if i could dance with you again…

It had been over two years since the relationship with Poe ended. Your reputation had only grown up, up, up recently. You were still Lieutenant Commander, but your interactions with Poe were scarce. You avoided him unless absolutely necessary, and you must have only spoken to him once every couple months. These interactions only ever took place in meetings with the other higher ranking members of the resistance, with the exception of talking in squadron conversations over comms.

Life was good.

It could’ve been better, sure, but you knew that a breakup with a man like Poe could have done you much worse.

You weren’t over, over him. But you didn’t feel the heartache killing you slowly anymore.

So yeah, sure, it could’ve been better. But everyone says that about their life when fighting a war.

if i could dance with you again, i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in…

You heard a knock on the door to your quarters. It startled you slightly, but you got up to open it anyway. You were wearing green fatigues and a black thermal top; it was downtime on base and you felt no need to wear uniform.

You pressed the button on the side to open the door, and as the two halves opened up, you seemed to freeze in time.

Poe stood on the other side of the door, the light from your room casting a light on his face which created shadows that highlighted his best features. Your bottom lip involuntarily pushed forward, your brows dropping in unison.

“Commander Dameron?” you said, clearing your throat and resetting your face to look nonchalantly back at him. “Can I… do you need something?”

“Are you free?” he spoke. You hadn’t heard that pleading, soft tone for what felt like eons.

“Uhm, I- uh, well I- now?” you stuttered.

“Yeah- actually, don’t worry. Sorry for bothering you. Have a nice evening, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Wait! No, stop!” you called after him as he walked down the corridor, heading back to his room. “I, yes, I am free. Sorry, Commander. Just- just give me a second to grab my jacket.”

You grabbed the blue jacket that you’d been wearing for years; it was comfortable, what’s a girl gonna do?

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He lead you to the top of a hill on the D’Qar base. The sun was just setting over the trees, and you couldn’t help but stare at the picturesque scene.

“You coming or what, Lieutenant?” Poe laughed. You shot daggers with your eyes when you looked back at him. You caught him up, and eventually sat down with him at the top of the hill.

“So?”

“So what?” Poe said, genuinely confused. Classic Poe.

“Why am I here?” you asked.

“Do you ever think about it anymore?”

You paused. Frozen in time, like you had been outside the mess hall a couple years ago.

“I, uh, well…” you began. You just couldn’t quite find the words; you’d practiced this exact interaction so many times in your mirror, yet you couldn’t get past the first bit yet…

“Take your time, it’s okay.” Poe reassured you with a soft, gentle smile. Maker, you’d missed that smile when it was meant just for you…

“Okay. Well, yeah, I do. But it wouldn’t have… I don’t think we were meant to be together at that time. I mean, we had only just become joint in command. It was tough. You cared about your rank so much Poe.” you could feel your throat tightening. The way it did when you were about to start crying. You took a breath, and started again. “I understand that it was important, but I… I loved you Poe. I was so naïve. I’m an ace pilot. I’m smart, I’ve always been smart. People liked me. But I was willing to be undermined and hidden away by you. Because I was… I was foolish. I thought that’s what love was. And when you left me, not to sound evil, but it was so kriffing careless. You just… you didn’t even want to try to make it work. You told me nothing in the galaxy would stop it… I…” a tear fell down you cheek, and you turned to finally face him.

“Loved me?”

“Well, yeah. I guess we were kind of… I don’t know how to say it and make you understand, but we were dancing with our hands tied, Poe.” you finally said his name to his face for the first time since your split. “I thought we were in it together. I felt so strongly about you and you… you just…” you were fully crying now. You suddenly became painfully self aware, and wiped your tears with your sleeve, taking a deep breath.

When you looked back at him, he looked so… stressed. The face he pulls when something goes wrong on a mission. He mouths your name, unable to speak it through the strain of his voice - he’s on the verge of tears like you were.

“I had no idea that you even… that you cared anymore. You walk around like nothing happened, you avoid me so well, you steered conversations away from us… I thought you were over me.”

You lifted your head.

“Don’t you ever still feel any love for what we were?” he asks, his voice cracking in the middle like the way your heart broke that day.

“Of course I do. But you don’t, and i had to make myself aware of that. That was the most painful part of this all, Poe.”

He was crying now.

You stood up to walk back to base, secretly praying it wasn’t over yet. He called your name and you turned to see him.

“Wait! Just… wait! Please.”

“I’m always waiting.” you said cockily, acting like your heart wasn’t thumping in your chest.

He walked over to you and took your hand in his, cupping you face with his other calloused hand.

You leant in to kiss him, and he complied. His lips and stubble still felt the same against your skin, gently dancing with your soft lips as the kiss deepened. He broke the kiss after a while, and pulled back. His glossy eyes caught the last light of the sunset.

“I still love you.” Poe whispered.

“Poe…”

“No. Please… Please.” his voice shook woth sadness as he pleaded you. “Just… just don’t say it yet.”

“No, Poe. I still love you too. I love you in the way that when I’m flying and I’m in an emergency speaking to comms, I tell them to give you my love. I love you in the way that I keep everything you ever gave me. I love you in the way that drives me crazy and immobilises me. I love you in the way that you’re my last dream before I wake up, and when I go to stretch my arm over your chest and you aren’t there, I weep. But I have spent the last two years of my life, Poe Dameron, getting over you. Getting back under you won’t help.”

Poe’s tears began dropping onto his shirt. Finally, he replied, “So what can I do to prove myself to you?”

He spoke in a whisper. He needed humbling after breaking your heart like such a fool.

“First of all, you can speak to me like you always did. Second, you’re not using sex to apologise, like I’ve heard you have from other women. Third of all? You can just love me. Let me shine. Respect me. Respect my craft. Respect me in the way you respect the rest of black squadron. I’m black-two, Poe. Start realising it. Fourth, and finally, we’re telling Leia. Immediately. We’ll tell her this. And then we can be together. How does that sound, Dameron?”

“You ready to dance with me again?” he said with a smirk.

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #oscar isaac fic #star wars sequel trilogy #poe dameron x female reader #based on a taylor swift song #poe dameron taylor swift

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years

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On Such a Lovely Night

Pairing: Naesala x reader

Prompt: cute flight shenanigans, commission

Description: You were trying to be non discreet in your avoidance of Naesla but all the same, he manages to find you and ask the one thing you really wish he wouldn’t. Somehow, he manages to convince you and you find yourself in the sky and at his mercy.

Content Warning: teasing, fear of heights uh... just, soft. Naesala being his usually self, ask to tag

Word Count: 2667

Notes: Commission for the lovely @furudolove! They wanted the above with Naesala and like a mad man I was able to write it in one day. I hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! Another note; hate this title lolol

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Spring was slowly starting to bleed into summer in Askr. Evenings that were once long and cold now clung to the sun, cloaking your dark evening patrols cloaked in the sweet orange of the setting sun. During the colder months, Heroes would often request to help during your patrols. It was hard to say no to them when you knew they were only worried about you, but you often missed the solitude that would come from walking the castle grounds by yourself. With the longer days, Heroes seemed content in knowing the sun would be your companion. Some, of course, still liked to join you (the kids, especially) and more often than not you would come across others training or enjoying the evening. The warm weather just made the experience overall more enjoyable for everyone.

With it, however, came a certain pestering raven who seemed more than delighted to bother you. Naesala, for all his helpfulness on that battlefield, proved himself rather annoying off it. With his pretty face, it caught you off guard when his saucy personality came out. Still, for the most part it seemed he just wanted you to have a little fun. You couldn’t blame him for that; rather, you wouldn’t if he weren’t so incessant about it. Recently, he had got it in his head that you and he should go for a ‘lovely’ evening flight.Still, you couldn’t help but disagree. So far, you had successfully managed to dissuade him from this without making it too obvious how terrified you were of heights. Still, you had a suspicion he knew and was just waiting for the right moment to act.

Which is why you were on your guard this particularly lovely night. The sun was just starting to set beyond the tree lines surrounding the Order of Heroes, and there was a certain energy in the air despite your apprehension. You had been careful to avoid Naesala (at least while outside) and now that your patrol route was coming to an end, you thought it would be okay to calm down a little.

Bad idea.

“Summoner! There you are!” You can’t help but cringe as you hear his voice call out. You look behind you to see Naesala strolling over with a smirk. You have no clue where he came from but you think to escape him quickly. Or at least keep walking until you make it indoors.

“Naesala,” you say coolly, not slowing down nor turning to face him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He wastes no time in jogging to your side. You sigh but walk alongside him nonetheless, letting him speak.

“Oh, just checking up on our darling Summoner. It can be dangerous around here when it gets dark out, you know.” He laughs a little as he speaks. “And we are still quite a ways from the castle. I figured you’d like a little company on your way back.”

“How thoughtful,” you say, casting him a glance. He’s all smirks, with a devious glint in his eyes. You make sure there’s a respectful distance between you two. Naesala does not. “But ultimately, not necessary. You know I can take care of myself.” You move forward confidently. Best not to show him any sort of weakness.

“Of course you can. But do you ever take a break?” He casts a glance to you in turn. Your head stays pointed forward and you try to keep an impasse. “Seriously, what are you going to do after this, more work?”

“Well I…” You falter and quiet up a little. “Maybe.” You huff. “Someone has to help the younger heroes get to bed…” Now, you stop in your tracks, Naesala a half step behind you. “What does it matter to you how I spend my time?” You counter, trying to ignore the heat you feel crawling up your face.

“You need to relax sometimes! Honestly, when was the last time you let someone else take care of you?” He quips back, leering at you.

“I…” You pause, taking a moment to think on it. “Okay, so maybe I don’t remember. Doesn’t mean I want anything you’re offering.” You look over your shoulder at him, frowning.

“Aww come on! It will be fun! I promise I’ll take real good care of you.” Naesala saunters up to your front and, with two hands takes one of your own. “I know you’re scared, but I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.” You try to keep your frown on your face but truthfully Naesala’s change of tune is getting to you. “The view from the sky is beautiful at this time of night, all I want is to share it with you.”

“Stop being so sweet.” You look away from his eyes, unwilling to be charmed more so that you already were. “It’s not because I don’t trust you, I just…” You feel anxiety pool in your stomach at the thought of being so high in the air. “I just⁠—heights, they… scare me.” You finally admit aloud, looking pointedly at the ground.

“That’s so cute,” Naesala laughs, not making you feel much better about it. “I’ve seen you lead countless Heroes into battles that could make others turn and run. But it’s heights that make your blood turn cold?” His backhanded compliment has you flustered even more.

“It’s not like I can help it!” You cry, looking him in the eyes. “I, I just,” You frown and look away again. “I just don’t like them.” This time, Naesala doesn’t laugh as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Just give me a chance. Who knows, I might even help you over that little fear of yours.” Hesitantly, you look at him.

“You promise not to make fun of me?” You can’t help but pout as you speak. “And… if I ask to come back down, you’ll do it? No questions?” You lock eyes with him.

“Yes of course. Your safety is my top priority.” You can’t help the way your heart beats a little faster as he says that. “You won’t have anything to fear with me, anyways.” Ah, he just had to ruin it by being cocky.

“...Okay. Fine.” In the time you spent talking with Naesala, the sun has further descended beyond the horizon. Not much light remains outside, just enough to see by. “Just… be gentle? Don’t fly… too fast?” You grimace.

“Whatever you wish.” Again, with that devious glint in his eyes. His hands that were gently holding yours drop to his side as he moves beside you. “May I?” He asks. You nod and without much fuss, Naesala hoists you into his arms. You cling to his neck with both arms, and he supports you with one arm under your knees, and his other supporting your back. You have no doubt of his strength but it's still a marvel to see him hold you with such ease.

“Will you be able to fly while holding me?” You look past his face to his large, obsidian wings.

“What do you take me for? Of course.” His wings open wide under your gaze and with one powerful gust, you feel the two of you take off. You instinctively close your eyes and cling to him. You don’t care to know how high Naesala has taken the two of you. You think he’s stopped moving up at least but you don’t dare open your eyes to check. “Whoa, take it easy, you’re trembling.” You suppose you are, though you’re so scared you can’t feel your own violent shaking.

“I-I don’t think I wanna be up here anymore.” You don’t know how you got the words out so clearly. You can feel your throat seizing and your heartbeat going crazy. “Naesala, p-please take me down.” You hide your face in his chest. So close to him, you can feel the powerful seizing of his wings. It may have been something to marvel at, if fear wasn’t dictating your every move.

“Come now, we haven’t even been up here a minute! All I’ve done is bring us up.” Naesala’s grip on you doesn’t falter but he doesn’t seem to want to move. “Open your eyes, just for a moment.”

“I don’t think I’ll be doing any s-such thing, not until we, we reach the ground.” Your voice is a little muffled from how much you’ve smooshed yourself against him, but Naesala can’t help but indulge in your closeness.

“Aww come on, do it for me?” You can feel the hand wrapped around your shoulder rub it in a not so terrible way but it does little to comfort you now. “It’s not as bad as you think.”

“You say that but this is everyday for you!” You cry. “Just, please please please let me down.”

“Only once you’ve taken a look.” You can’t help but whimper as he says the words. “If not at the scenery, then at least look at me.” Again your heart is beating for a whole different reason. You know he won’t do as you ask until you’ve at least taken a look at him. “I’ve kept you safe, haven’t I?” Hesitantly, you peak your head from his chest and look up at Naesala. His blue eyes are trained on you and the barely dark sky framing him is just beginning to be dotted with stars. It makes for a beautiful site, one you don’t mind taking a moment to take in, wide eyes and all. Naesala, for his part, stays quiet and merely gazes right back at you, perhaps just as taken back. It’s a nice, quiet moment before he has to go and ruin it. “It's not all bad, is it?”

“I… guess not.” Bashful, and heart still beating a mile a minute you look away from his face, back at his chest. Still, the idea of looking at the ground far below you sends your stomach spinning.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay?” He says, doing just that.

“What?” You cling to him again. “N-no, wait!” Once more you close your eyes and hide against him, your tremors coming back with fervor. “P-please stop. It’s almost bearable if you don’t move.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Naesala’s voice has gone soft as he speaks to you once more. “Keep your eyes on me, and it will all be okay. It won’t be long at all.” You hate to admit you trust him but it's enough to get you to open your eyes again. Naesala clouds your view of anything else and even as he smiles down at you, he knows where he’s going.

“When did you get so good at comforting people?” You accuse, still staying close to him. It’s almost not scary, at least, being in the air, but it's getting harder to keep looking at him without growing flustered. Naesala is at home, here in the night air. His hair whips behind him, powerful wings move in tandem, and he just looks so… alive with that happy look on his face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so energized, so full of life as he does now in the air. Suddenly, it hits you why he wanted to share this with you so much, why he was so insistent on getting you up in the air. This is something so special to him that he wanted to share… with you.

“Actually… wait.” Naesala notices the shift in your voice and looks at you with interest. “Could you um, stop a moment? I think I want to look down.”

“Oh?” His voice is dripping with curiosity. “Why the sudden change in tune?” Still, the smile on his face is so genuine.

“It just… hit me how special this must be to you.” You say softly. “And well I figured… you brought me up here to share that experience with me. It would be a shame if I didn’t at least try to take a look.” With how much your heartbeat had been picking up tonight, it was becoming your new norm.

“That’s great.” He looks away from you, glancing at where the two of you were. “We’ve actually made it to our destination, so once you’ve taken in the view, I can take you down.” You feel anticipation and relief swirl in you at those words. Still, after taking a longer than necessary deep breath, you turn away from Naesala (perhaps holding him a little tighter; he holds you closer in turn) and daring to peer to the world far below you. You still shake as you do, but you’re amazed to find the two of you above the Order of Heroes, with little torches of fire and the still barely there shapes of the inner garden below. You dare to look above where a sea of stars awaits, and for the first time, you actually take a moment to feel the sweet night air. Still, it all comes tumbling down with a feeling of dread. All too soon, you tuck your head back into Naesala’s chest, screwing your eyes shut.

“Let’s go down now, please.” Naesala says nothing, has no tease or quip as he takes the two of you down to the ground. You think you feel as the two of you hit the ground, but still you cling to him.

“We’ve made it to the ground, _____.” Rarely does he use your name. You open your eyes and sure enough, the innocent surroundings of the castle's inner garden greets you. You can hear the sounds of night once more and it soothes you. Carefully, Naesala sets you on the ground. You quickly cling to him again as you realize your legs aren’t quite ready to hold your own weight again. “Hey, easy there.” Now, he holds you steady by the hips, once more capturing your gaze. “So, was it as terrible as you imagined?” He teases.

“I wouldn’t do it again any time soon…” You laugh. “But… you were there, so it was okay.” Naesala only seems to puff up from your comment, lighting up in the cutest way.

“I’m glad.” As you feel the strength come back to your legs, you let go of his neck. His hands linger on your hips a moment longer before dropping as well. “Whenever you’re ready for another flight, I’m always available.” You can’t help but laugh.

“I… can’t say I’d hate it.” You smile at him, something warm and soft taking space inside you and filling you up. “So um, even if I was a little difficult, thank you, Naesala.” He seems a little dumbfounded after your words and, despite the softness of the situation, you feel a little smug at making him speechless, if only for a moment.

“Well…” This time, it’s his gaze that leaves yours. In the faint light of the torches, you think you see his cheeks darken. “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.” You smile, and Naesala finds his eyes naturally making their way back to yours. It’s silent an awkward moment, neither of you quite ready to leave the other's company but also unaware of how to keep things floating along. “Would you, um, like to help me finish up my last duty for the night?” You smile a little at him. He huffs, rolls his eyes a little but nonetheless that usual grin is back on his face.

“I suppose I could help out… You were putting the little ones to bed next, right?” You nodded happily and this time, as the two of you stroll together you can’t help but smile. You continue bantering with him, leading back to where the children were waiting for you to come and read them a story no doubt. Naesala’s presence would no doubt only lead to them getting even more rambunctious before bed but that was okay. You found that you wanted him there nonetheless because you really, truly didn’t want so sweet an evening to come to an end.

#naesala x reader #fe naesala #fe por #fe rd #fire emblem naesala #fire emblem heroes #comissions

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cheesybadgers · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Aw thank you so much for sending this 😘

1. Old Habits Die Hard

Pairing: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Oh boy, where to start with this ever-growing beast (that I’m pretty sure ticks all of these)? 😂 It feels like it’s been 84 years since I first started it way back in February 2021, but I promise we are getting near the end now! Copious amounts of blood, sweat, tears and love for these messy idiots have been poured into this, and it’s been such a massive learning curve which has challenged me in SO many ways. I also didn’t expect more than about two people to be interested in it, so when I think back on all the wonderful comments I’ve received, it kind of blows my mind.

I still don’t really know how I fell so hard for this ship, it wasn’t supposed to happen! Initially, I only wanted to cover the events of Explosivos because it’s such an interesting episode for their canon relationship never mind anything else, as it shows Javi’s unwavering loyalty to Carrillo taking full effect when he shifts from passive to active participant (the disagreement they have over Gacha is so raw and they both seem genuinely hurt by each other’s words…it’s one of my favourite scenes in the whole show), but soon decided I had to fix everything and it sort of morphed into an emotional slow burn?? I don’t even know and it certainly wasn’t supposed to get this ambitious or take up so much of my time. But their dynamic seems to really suit my writing style and the more I wrote for them the harder I fell and the more they became my comfort ship, so here we are in the depths of rarepair hell lol.

2. Secret Santa

Pairing: Javier Peña x Steve Murphy (Narcos)

I think this one will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first fic I shared ❤️ A lot fluffier than some of my more recent writing, but it was Christmas and I still love the gifts I chose for them to give to each other. They feel very them.

3. All In

Pairing: Steve Murphy x Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Tbh I have no excuses for this utter smut fest that somehow also doubled up as a character study 😂 Do you ever re-read some of your older fics and can’t quite get your head around the fact it was you who wrote them? Because this is definitely one of those lolol.

I’ve always been obsessed with the dynamics between these three, as there are so many fascinating layers going on. I’m never getting over the intimacy and trust portrayed between Javi and Carrillo, to the exclusion of Steve (and the viewer, seen as we see everything from Steve’s POV and we aren’t privy to Javi’s and Carrillo’s history either, but it’s blatantly there). Then on top of that you’ve got Javi being (over)protective of Steve, Carrillo being wary of Steve, Steve wanting to impress and be included by Carrillo and Javi but also not being afraid to sometimes push back against Carrillo...unlike Javi who is wrapped around his little finger. Honestly, they provide so much fic material.

4. Healing Hands

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Female Reader (Narcos)

Well, this originally started out as a ridiculously self-indulgent one-shot written in one sitting after I pulled my neck and could barely move. For some reason, I couldn’t get the thought of a certain grumpy Colonel’s hands out of my head and a massage seemed like an obvious use for them 😉 But then I got encouraging comments hoping for a sequel and it ended up being three parts of utter self-indulgence (and more feelings and character study than I had originally intended) and I have no regrets lol.

5. In Another Life

Pairing: Esteban x Female Reader (There Is a New World Somewhere)

As my only non-Narcos fic so far, I thought I’d include this for a bit of variety lol. This stemmed from one of the Maurice Monday group chats last Christmas, when apparently I was feeling all melancholic about the festive season and who better to scratch that bittersweet itch with than Esteban? That film messes me up every time I watch it 😭 So I transported him and reader to a log cabin in the snow for some angsty smut...although actually, there’s not that much smut and it’s mostly just lots of feelings and wistful yearning. It’s interesting to compare this Christmas fic to the previous year’s fluff fest...I guess I decided to embrace the pain in my writing over the course of a year?! 😂

#Fic author self rec #Narcos fic #Narcos #Javier Peña #Horacio Carrillo #Carrillo #Steve Murphy #There is a New World Somewhere #Esteban #Pedro Pascal #Maurice Compte #Boyd Holbrook #Asks #Ask #Replies

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lovesick-level-up · 2 years

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you know, i’ve been reading a lot of x reader and fandom writing content recently and i’m like, so tempted to make a blog for it.

like, i know we have too many blogs to juggle, buuuuut, i want to write about my favourite characterssss.

we did have it as a request on here for a bit, but nobody really took it up, which i guess is understandable. maybe i could just write what i want lolol.

#[moondust -😈🧷🎶]#i'll probably add it again to our request types again for fun

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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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two thoughts as i am blearily scrolling thru tumblr at 5am seeing your most recent posts because i cannot sleep lolol.

1) a ‘before number one’ alt ending you say?! 👀 ! angstier?! fluffier?? what possibilities lol! that remains one of my fave fics to this day and i have revisited because i’m weak for single minded/stubborn bakugou finally realizing being #1 isn’t all that worthwhile if he can’t have you 🥹🥺.

2) your sero snippet! i read it thinking it’s like the origin story to all your other versions of sero lol! like THIS is the inciting incident that makes fboy!sero become the absolute fiend he turns into…bc he’s never going to let this happen to himself again 😩 asking this x reader to show him the ropes…finally time to “put his money where his mouth is” kinda energy…time to finally back up all his teasing…! ahhh…!

just thoughts on this early sunday morning haha. hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night hehe!

Hello, hello! I hope you manage to get some rest soon - I’m sending all of the good, sleepy vibes I can! 💕

Ah! The alternate ending is very angsty! 😅 That’s the whole reason I didn’t end up posting it (although, I am considering it now!)…

I’m so happy you like the series tho - honestly, it really is one of my favourite things on the blog so hearing people have enjoyed it always makes me super happy! Thank you! 🥰

… Oooh. Now that’s an idea! I 100% think this could be an inciting incident for FuckBoy!Sero!!! Although, I don’t think he ever tells her he was a virgin the first time they slept together until much later. For me, he keeps it quiet, so he can keep his little persona somewhat intact and decides to play his hand at FwB… Except, Sero falls and he falls fast, but he’s not willing to drop the act - which is why it hurts all the more when he finds out Reader is seeing other people even though he’s been bragging (and lying) about seeing other people for months.

That’s the heartbreak that kinda seals the deal, I think…

#saturnspeaks #I could talk about Sero all day - I 😭

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peeponastick · 5 months

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Dom!Nanami Kento x brat!Reader

Word count: 2.6K

Rating: Explicit smut NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

cw/tw: fem!reader, teasing, bratty reader, brat taming, touch starved reader lolol, dubcon? (just to be safe, all part of reader’s plan), hair pulling (ifykyk), degradation, name-calling (whore, brat, slut, etc), size difference, breast & nipple play, bondage (tie used on hands and neck), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, throat fucking, unprotected sex, rough sex into loving sex? Idk, praise, use of pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl), dacryphilia if you squint, size kink, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of cervix, cockwarming

Synopsis: Feeling horny and neglected is already a struggle. But having a man that looks like Kento walking around, not paying you your rightful attention? Now that’s just cruel. With a man like him tho, all it takes is a little button pushing to get things back on track. Did you take it a little too far? Maybe. Worth it.

idk bout y’all but I haven’t been the same since that hair pulling clip. I need that man to put me in my place sooo baddd asnffnasknflk. Enjoy the smut that was born from my depravity heheh

“Is it possible to die from sexual frustration?” was in your recent google search history. You knew it was a bit dramatic, but you sure felt like it.

You were starving and no matter how many times you tried to persuade Kento into a night of sexual escapades, his focus on his work remained unwavering. You knew you shouldn’t take it personally, he was under a lot more pressure than usual, his workload increasing tenfold. But you couldn’t help it, you were feeling so pent up you could explode and you were sure he needed a reprieve from the stress, even if he wouldn’t allow himself. So you decided to take matters into your own hands, being a nasty brat was sure to get his attention.

You slipped on one of Kento’s favorite numbers, a silk and lace babydoll that made your sinful figure look like heaven. He was in your beautifully decorated living room, sitting with his long legs crossed on your roomy leather chair, reading through several important documents from work. Of course, he was so engrossed in the material, his eyes never left the page as he heard you coming down the stairs.

Already irritated, you rolled your eyes as you approached, intending to grab a book from the bookcase behind where he sat. You leaned over him, heavy breasts rudely interrupting his view as you searched for the book you wanted, purposely ignoring his astonished expression.

“Excuse me,” you offered plainly, a tinge of attitude in your voice, turning to leave but not before “accidentally” dropping the book right in front of him. Kento, in his shocked state at your brazenness, watched intently as you provocatively bent over, sticking your ass out to highlight the view for him.

His carnal body momentarily won the battle of control over his mind, unable to stop himself from reaching out to grab your hips, large hands pawing and kneading at the plush flesh of your ass. You let out a small whimper, so starved for his touch that just feeling him grab you with desire was making your needy pussy begin to drool. But you weren’t going to give in so easily, he had been neglecting you for too long, and he’d have to work for it.

“Kento stop,” you feigned annoyance, trying to bat his hand away, “don’t you have more important things to do?” you mocked. You moved to walk away but not before he grabbed your wrist, suddenly standing and pulling your back into his chest. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back, exposing the delicate skin of your neck. His lips hovered behind your ear, his warm breath fanning your décolletage.

“So you’ve resorted to being a petulant brat, hmm?” He brushed his lips along the side of your neck making you shiver, “How vexing.” His smooth voice was stern, but there was a hint of animalistic lust hiding behind his composure, threatening to expose how turned-on he was by your brash behavior. If there was one thing he loved more than being in control, it was straightening out misbehavior, especially of such a naughty little thing like you.

You keened, a smile flicking across your face as you pressed your ass back into him, egging him on for more. Burning hot arousal was pumping through your veins seeing him like this. It wasn’t often this side of him came out– he was normally a very sweet and gentle lover. But with your unbearable sexual frustration, you were enjoying pushing his buttons.

His bulge was growing, causing his slacks to grow tight. His lips pressed against your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin and making you yelp. His slender fingers found their way between your legs, grazing over the soaked spot of your panties. “Fuck. You’re such a little slut, you know that?”

Your thighs squeezed and rubbed together at his words, desperate for more stimulation. You let out a breathy moan as he slid his fingers beneath the fabric, indulging in the slick heat before dipping two of them inside you.

You shuddered with pleasure, arching your back against him so his fingers could curl into the right spot, “Aah-haaa fuck, Kento!” You were so touch-starved his fingers alone were stretching you, the heightened sensations causing your mind to already feel hazy and drunk with lust.

His other hand roamed your body to caress your breast, fingers rolling over your hardened nipple, making you cry out in pleasure. You felt the coil beginning to tighten in the pit of your stomach, your pussy clenching around his fingers as they slid in and out of you at a rapid pace.

Kento suddenly removed his fingers, eliciting a pitiful whine from you. Wrapping one hand around your throat, holding the other out in front of the both of you to display your glistening juices coating his fingers.

“Taste yourself, whore.” he commanded, bringing his fingers to your lips. You eagerly ran your tongue along the lengths, before wrapping your lips around them and sucking.

You released his fingers with a pop. He began dragging his thumb along your bottom lip, purposely smearing the lipstick you were wearing. Overcome with your arousal, you pressed your ass against him, grinding against his hard erection, “More, please more, Kento,” you pleaded, desperate for more of his touch.

He tsked at your impatience, “Such a needy little whore, aren’t you?” His large palm smacked the globe of your ass, leaving a red mark from the impact. You let out a whine, turning your head to throw him a pouty look that turned defiant, “Fine, I’ll just go use my toys, they make me cum faster anyways,” you sassed, moving to break out of his grip, a secret smile on your lips knowing that was surely the button to push to make him snap.

“Say that again.” His tone was ice cold. You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back as you walked away. You turned to face him wearing a devious smirk, “I said–” inching closer and closer to the stairs, “my toys make me cum faster than you do,” you recklessly taunted, “and they don’t fucking neglect me.”

You were really playing with fire now, seeing his eyes glaze over with an icy sheen as the tether to his self-control finally snapped, he began taking long strides after you. He didn’t need to chase you. No, you knew damn well there wasn’t a place on Earth you could hide from him now.

You giggled nervously as you raced up the stairs, excitement buzzing through your nerves at what the consequences of mouthing off in such a way would be. His patience was null and there was only one objective in his razor-sharp mind now, making you sob with pleasure until it was unbearable.

You reached the dead end of the hallway, nervously gulping as you realized you’re cornered. You watched with wide eyes as he approached you, loosening his tie with one hand. That sight alone was enough to make your pussy clench around nothing. Before you even realized what’s happening, he snatched you in one quick motion, picking you up effortlessly and tossing you over his broad shoulder.

“Kento stop! Put me down, oh my god!!” He ignored your protests, carrying his prey to the bedroom where he tossed you down among the pillows on your king-sized bed.

You scrambled to collect yourself enough to try to run away, but he pounced on you, pinning you down to the mattress, his large frame above you caging you in. His smouldering eyes burned into yours as he leaned down, “I’ve had just about enough of this,” he growled. You’d be lying if you said seeing him struggle to maintain his composure and not ravage you didn’t send shockwaves of arousal straight to your swollen clit.

Forcefully pinning both your hands above your head with just one of his large hands, he pulled at his loosened tie, using it to tie your wrists together to the bed frame. He pulled it taut, tightening it one final time while giving you a pointed look before getting off you.

He turned his back to you, unbuttoning the several top buttons of his dress shirt and rolling up his sleeves. You watched him eagerly from your bound position, admiring the way his muscles flexed and moved beneath his fitted shirt, knees bent and pinned together in an attempt to hide your ruined panties from him.

He faced you, eyes solely focusing on the heat between your legs, he spread your thighs open with ease despite your best efforts to hold them shut. He pulled your soaked panties to the side, unable to stop a low moan from leaving him at the sight of your pretty pussy, soaking wet and ready for him to devour.

He delved his tongue between your folds, licking a fat stripe up your pussy, savoring the sweet nectar of your arousal. You let out a ragged moan between shaky breaths, the warmth and pressure of his tongue sending ripples of heat through your body.

He began ardently lapping at your pussy, his skillful tongue flicking against your throbbing clit before sucking it into his mouth. You cried out in ecstasy, strangled moans falling from your heaving chest.

Kento’s normally styled blonde hair was disheveled as he hungrily licked and sucked your clit and pussy lips, wanting to taste all of you. The beautiful sight between your legs made your core flood with tingling heat. It was torture that you were unable to run your hands through his soft hair while grinding your pussy against his tongue.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh, pulling himself in closer as your back arched, your orgasm exploding out of you. But his mouth didn’t break from the vice grip of suction around your clit, you felt the spring coiling again in your lower abdomen.

“‘s tooo much, K-Kento, stopp! Gonna–” you squirmed, hips bucking at the overstimulation but his head followed your every movement, “g-gonna cum again, fuck!” you cried. The spring released with such force you saw stars, sending spasms of pleasure through your entire body as you came in his mouth a second time.

You hadn’t noticed he had undone his pants at some point, his throbbing erection visible and leaking precum from his pretty pink tip. He unbuttoned his shirt fully and stood, moving to untie your hands from the bedframe. You watched him with a blissed-out gaze, floating on a high from your two consecutive orgasms.

Manhandling you, he adjusted your limp body so your head hung off the bed. He wrapped his tie around your neck as a makeshift collar, his forearm muscles flexing and veins popping out as he held it tight, beginning to fuck your throat. Curses and restrained moans falling from his lips as he used your pretty little mouth for his pleasure, grateful you were unable to see him losing his composure, his face twisting with pleasure as the wet heat of your mouth engulfed his cock.

“Fuck,” he rasped, glancing down at the delicious sight of your swollen pussy, sloppy with your combined fluids on display for him. The depravity of it all bringing him dangerously close to the edge. He pulled out suddenly, leaving you a gasping, drool-covered mess.

He kneeled on the bed, pulling you by your hips closer to him, aligning himself with your entrance. He tapped his thick length several times against your sensitive clit, each strike sending electricity shooting through your body, your pussy flooding with anticipation.

“Is this what you wanted, you filthy little slut?” he nudged his flushed tip against your hole, almost, just almost, popping it inside you before sliding it between your sticky pussy lips instead.

You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, heady with desire as you nodded. He pressed his engorged cock into you, sliding in to the hilt, allowing a moment for your pussy to adjust to the stretch.

The feeling of your tight walls wrapping perfectly around him made his eyes roll back momentarily, evoking a deep, throaty groan from his chest. His pent-up stress beginning to melt away, he realized it had been too long since he felt your sweet little pussy gripping him.

He looked down at you with softened eyes and began rolling his hips into you, his chiseled muscles flexing with every movement. Your neglected pussy remembering how decadent it felt to be stretched out by his lengthy girth, overwhelmed with the depth he reached inside you.

His large frame leaned down to press a passionate kiss to your swollen lips, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull yourself closer to him.

“Missed you, sweet girl,” he whispered against your mouth.

Tears pricked your lashes as you looked up at him with your doe eyes, “missed you too, ‘s all I wanted,” you hiccuped. Your pouty lips jutted out, making his heart break further at how much he had neglected you.

He pressed your thighs to your chest as he began passionately thrusting deep into you, grinding his hips at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot. You tossed your head back against the pillow, eyes screwing shut at the unbearable pleasure as you dug your fingers into the sculpted muscles of his shoulders. Your pussy was so needy for him, squeezing and milking him.

“Fuck baby,” his brows knit together, painting a beautiful expression of ecstasy on his face, “gonna cum soon if you keep gripping me like that.” He began rubbing tight circles around your abused clit.

You let out a wanton whine, your knees against your chest and hands now tangled in the sheets as he continued pounding into your pussy. The sparks of your nearing orgasm were rushing up and down your spine, you looked up into his eyes with whorish need, “Pleasee K-Kento,” you panted, “waaant your cum, mmhwant you to fill me up, pleaasee.”

He couldn’t help but oblige to such an obedient request especially when you looked so beautiful, utterly wrecked beneath him. “My pretty girl wants her pussy filled, hmm?” he cooed, jaw clenching as he began teetering on the edge of his own release. His hips stuttered as his thrusts began to grow sloppy, the hedonistic desire to fill your tight little pussy to the brim with his cum taking over his body and mind.

You felt his swollen cock begin to throb inside you as you clamped down around his length, the stimulation sending you rocketing over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm that left you a shaking mess.

“Fuuckkk,” he groaned loudly, feeling your tight walls constrict around him, sucking his cock deeper into your pussy. He couldn’t hold off any longer, letting the floodgates loose, he toppled over the edge into pure bliss. His whole body shuddering as his twitching cock pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you, against your cervix.

He stilled, the both of you catching your breath as you savored the moment. His thick length filling you still, preventing any of his warm cum from leaking out just yet. He looked down at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek gently.

He laid down on his back next to you, rolling you on top of him without pulling out. You nuzzled against his chest, relaxing into his embrace. He hummed, pressing sweet kisses to your sweaty forehead as he began stroking your back.

“I’m sorry I’ve neglected my duties to you as a lover, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he looked at you worriedly. You lifted your heavy head to look up at him with a sleepy smile, “was ‘mazing,” you slurred, thoroughly exhausted.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before you rested your head against his chest again, drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face, wrapped up in his arms, full of his cock and cum.

If you read this far, gimme a kiss!! Thank you so much I appreciate your support so muchhhh

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arknights-imagines · 2 years

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Hi!! You're a great writer!! Can I request a Phantom x Female Operator Reader?? Maybe something fluffy?? I love your imagines so much and I hope more people read them<3333

Hiya anons!! 💕 Tysm for leaving requests sbjshs and for your kind words 🥺 I really appreciate it

(Also, since it made more sense I made reader gender-neutral for this one sbsjhs! I hope that's okay)

I know Phantom is very popular so I'm happy to finally have written him a piece 🥳 He's really grown on me so I appreciate requests for him very much 👉👈

Anywho bsjshs I hope I did him well and please enjoy 🥰!!

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Cat Emergency

Imagine format; From the perspective of reader for the most part! (written in second-person)

Contains: Phantom, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, extremely brief mentions of Oripathy Infection and death, slight spoilers in the form of Phantom's real name, implied established relationship, flusteredness from both Phantom and reader lolol, light angst, and lots of fluff at the end 💞

Word count: just over 2.5k!

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As Specialist Operators, Phantom and yourself were always deployed on missions that were classified as more unorthodox; however… even this was a little outlandish for a pair of Specialists.

You and him had been sent to Victoria by airship on a small Operation regarding an urgent Oripathy issue, or so the brief report had said. Admittedly, as you headed down the picturesque Victorian street with the Feline at your side, there was already clear confusion twisting on your face; this was not the dilapidated city ruins you were used to and expecting. According to your Rhodes Island navigation device, you weren't in the incorrect place despite the doubts forming in your head. Even after you stopped to check with Phantom, sure that your reading of the device must've been inaccurate, nothing amiss was found. You and him were in fact nearing your mission destination.

It was only until you finally reached the objective coordinates that your expression became wholly incredulous - your eyes snapped wide, jaw falling open, and you nearly fell backward into the Feline behind you. Wordless, you and Phantom stared at the building for a long moment - the navigation device in your hand beeped and blinked with light, notifying that you had reached the location of your mission.

The large nameplate on the quaint building the both of you now stood in front of read “Sweet Whiskers Cat Cafe”.

Stepping forward hesitantly, you inhaled before knocking on the cafe door with two knuckles and calling out a polite “excuse me?”. When it was answered, you were met with a young Draco woman whose confusion became identical to yours as she looked you up and down - this didn't strike you as surprising.

There stood you and Phantom, dressed for combat and clearly armed with weapons meant to kill; not to mention, you were carrying a bag of first aid supplies and equipment for various on-field purposes that looked alarming without context while the Specialist Operator beside you was practically an ominous shadow in a cloak.

Fortunately, the young woman noticed the emblem on your conspicuous-looking bag before she could panic or yell for the Victorian Guard, “O-Oh, are you from Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals?” Sighing, you replied in affirmation. The Draco woman smiled softly, stepping aside and allowing you entry.

Once you were inside, the young woman - the cafe owner, in fact - finally informed you of the situation and your task. An Infected had recently died at a shop down the street, and their body had not been properly contained before they passed; all shop owners with their buildings in the nearby vicinity were obligated by law to confirm that there was no risk of Oripathy or dangerous amounts of Originium within their properties before reopening their businesses.

She proceeded to lead you to a room further in the building, where she - much to your disbelief - opened the door to reveal almost a dozen cats of various breeds. The young lady took a moment to explain, “I’ve already tested negative for Oripathy Infection myself. I asked Rhodes Island to send professionals to thoroughly test and inspect my cats for Oripathy, and here you are. Take as much time as you need.” With that, she left the both of you to yourselves.

So now there you and Phantom were; standing in the room with your mission objective surrounding you.

For a few seconds, you stood there unmoving with the shock on your face almost tangible. A meow somewhere in the room made your attention snap to the cats around you. They stared - wide eyes of green, brown, blue, and black - at both you and Phantom, and one had strolled up to start rubbing up on his leg. Your eyes scanned the room carefully. It was quiet with the expectation of jingles from cat toys or gentle meowing, and the windows of the room were curtained; occupying the space were cat play structures along other pet necessities, and there were cushions scattered on the floor haphazardly.

Shoulders sinking, a heavy sigh pushed its way out your lungs. All those battle records you had watched until they were almost all engraved in your brain frame by frame, all the work it took to master your weapon and combat skills, all those combat simulations you practiced - but today would definitely not be an opportunity to put all those efforts to use.

The Feline’s palm came to rest itself at your lower back, an attempt to offer some comfort as soon as he sensed your dejection, “I deeply apologize. This is certainly not the sort of Operation we had prepared ourselves for.” You shook your head, “No, this isn't your fault Phantom. But whoever in the Logistics Department labelled this mission as ‘combat operation’ is going to have a lot to answer for when we get back to the Landship….” You didn't even want to start on how the other Specialists would never let you forget about this once they found out.

Phantom timidly trailed after you when you began carefully stepping over the cats to make your way into the room’s center; once there, each of you took a seat on one of the pillows scattered around the hardwood. After settling yourself, you looked to your fellow Specialist Operator, “Okay. Are you ready to get this…mission done?” His nod came in reply, “By all means.”

Setting your weapon safely aside - and waiting for Phantom to do the same with his dual daggers - you then began unearthing the Oripathy testing devices from the bag over your shoulder. “We’ll have to take blood from every cat, so the device can analyze each sample and give us a report on the Originium crystals in the bloodstream of each of them.” As you explained the medical testing process, you assembled the necessary device and readied the case of syringes. It was only in moments like these did you truly appreciate those hours of medical training with Dr. Folinic. Phantom nodded, “Yes, I understand. And what am I to do?” Your answer came after a few moments of thought, “Examine the cats for any Originium crystals or traces, please.” You pulled protective gloves over your hands and turned to one of the cats at your side in order to start your task.

You blinked - as a realization came upon you, a timidness came to your countenance. Gaze returning to the Specialist Operator sat across from you, you fidgeted with the syringe in your hand as you watched him easily pick up a brown cat so he could look over her; being the owner of Miss Christine, of course he was perfect for this job, however the same could not be said for you. Phantom felt your stare almost immediately, and his eyes met your own with inquiry. “...Hm? What, what is it?”

When you hesitated, he leaned toward you with expectancy on his face. Sputtering for a second, your words came quiet and in one breath, “Idon’tknowhowtohandleacat.”

The Feline - as soon as he processed what you had told him - failed to bite back a miniscule, amused grin, “Hm, it seems this mission will be a difficulty for you after all.” When you glared half-heartedly at him and grumbled his codename, he shook his head softly. “Don’t, now. I’m only jesting, little kitten.” Your expression warmed at the familiar nickname.

Phantom put the cat in his hands down; pulling his hood off his head, he removed his cloak and set it behind him. The Specialist Operator beckoned you closer with a hand, “Come, come here.” Complying, you returned the syringe with the others before scooting yourself closer to him; the brown cat he just had in his hold followed, and padded over between the both of you. “Allow me to take the stage, give me your hands. I will guide you, no need to start fretting.” Though you were well aware that he was used to the spotlight, Phantom seemed a little smaller as he overturned his hands for you expectantly. You did as he asked, and your heartbeat became faster as the warmth from his black-gloved palms met your own.

“Thank you.” Gently - as if he would shatter you with too much pressure -, the Feline brought your hands to the brown cat, placing one on her chest and the other behind her back legs. Phantom began, “Cats enjoy being held, more or less, but do be careful and carry them properly.” Emphasizing his words, he pressed against your hands slightly, “Just as I am showing you, gently now. A hand here, and a hand here. Yes, as you’re doing right now…”

You were a quick learner - a Specialist, after all. Now holding the cat securely to your chest with both hands, you tilted your head in hopes to meet the cat’s eyes; however, she instead turned away from you and pawed at the air in Phantom’s direction. Eyebrows raising, curiosity came to your countenance, “...I think this cat likes you.” In reply the Feline tipped his head to the side a little; he observed the cat, and his face softened just barely, “I am… surprised she isn't frightened by me.”

At that, your eyebrows knitted together then the corners of your lips pointed downward; in your chest, your heart sank a little. Your voice was softer when you spoke again, “Why would any of the cats need to be scared of you?” The Specialist Operator averted his gaze, “Tarrying around me is no good thing. These cats…it would behoove them to be careful of the dark and I, as it would everyone.”

It was not Phantom’s intent to imbue sombreness into the air surrounding you both, however it seemed that irrespective of where he was dark thoughts were a constant in his mind. The original mission was forgotten, and instead a desire to clear him of such heaviness grabbed a vice hold of you. Just like Phantom had shown you, you readjusted the cat in your hold so she rested snugly in one arm; then you scooted closer to the Feline until your knees touched his. The contact startled him, but when his averted gaze flicked up to meet you, the warmth in your eyes melted some of that tension away. You spoke to him in a voice barley above a whisper, “Stop that, Phantom-…Lucien.” As soon as his real name fell from his lips, Phantom’s cheeks flushed with rose and his lynx ears perked upward. A smile played across your face - you had his attention now.

He watched raptly as you inched your face closer and closer to his own until the space between you two lessened to centimetres. Sighing against your lips, the Feline’s eyelids closed shut and he sat still in wait-

When suddenly, your warmth pulled away and the touch of whiskers against his cheek came in its place.

You failed to stifle your giggle when Phantom’s eyes snapped open to search around; his gaze found you holding the cat up to his face with a playful grin on your lips. A little baffled, the Specialist Operator ghosted his fingertips over where you had pressed a cat-kiss. “That…tickled.” Shock remained on his face for a moment more, but soon your smile melted him and a sparkle shined in his eyes as well; now his tone carried a lively lift, “Little kitten… tell me, do you find this amusing? Toying with me at a time like this?” Bringing the cat down and allowing her to stroll off, you chimed with a laugh then fell quiet afterwards.

Neither of you had moved away, the Feline before you was still sat close to you. The intimate proximity was capturing, and you found yourself staring. Phantom’s eyes narrowed a little and the copper of his irises glinted; strands of his hair that had fallen forwards urged your hand to tuck them away from his face, and a soft blush lingered on his cheeks. Realizing you were gazing shamelessly, embarrassment became evident in your expression - and at this, Phantom failed to stifle his chuckle or bite back his small smile. Immediately, your grin returned - wider by ten-fold this time - and you admitted the truth to him, “No. I just wanted to make you smile, Lucien.”

Your words brought the mirthful air around the both of you to a calm; a warm easement came to replace it. A small meow interrupted the silence, alerting the both of you. Another cat, one with white fur this time, was now at the Feline’s side peering up at the both of you.

Phantom brought his palm to the cat’s head, rubbing behind her ears as he spoke to her just loud enough for you to listen, “Yes, I have quite a partner, don't you think? Unlike anyone I’ve ever crossed paths with.” The cat meowed again in reply before strolling away. The Feline’s gaze returned to you, “Seeing me as I am, witnessing me in the darkness… yet you’ve never found me unsightly.” He hesitated for only a moment, but his gloved hand intertwined with yours. Though the contact was small, your heart still began to palpitate - so much so, that you were nervous he would feel your quickened pulse on your wrist. Inch by inch, Phantom leaned closer to you until you could feel his breath on your cheek; “Little kitten…forgive me, I’ve never truly relayed to you my gratitude.”

Your lips fell agape and you tilted your chin up for him, “...Lucien-” “Pardon! Do you two happen to be done with the cats just yet?”

The cafe owner’s sudden voice from behind the door and quick knocking shot a frisson of surprise through your body - the Feline’s eyes widened a little when you yelped loudly against his mouth and squeezed hard on his hand. The cats scattered away from the two of you, crowding around the door. Feeling heat rise to your face, you cleared your throat and turned away from Phantom; “N-No! We’re not finished yet, ma’am! We appreciate your patience!” She answered in confirmation, and you heard her footsteps recede from the door.

Once you were sure you and Phantom were alone again, a sharp exhale of relief came through your lungs. As you looked this way and that in a fluster - between the cats and the still-deactivated Oripathy testing device - as your fingers tightened around the Specialist Operator’s. “Lucien- Lucien, we haven't even started examining the cats yet… we should really- “ “Little kitten.”

His fingers taking your chin silenced you right away; face still pink from the cafe owner’s sudden interruption and heartbeat quick in your chest, you simply stared up at him with wide eyes. Phantom grinned down at you. Before you could protest, he pressed his lips to your own - finally.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut. The kiss was light, but somehow it captured you completely; even when the Feline broke away, you were dazed and could only manage his name in a murmur, “L-Lucien…”

You were embarrassed, yes - but knowing you were the reason behind the growing smile on his face melted your heart into liquid. “How is this so, hm?” Phantom chuckled against your lips, and his next words made the mirth on your face reflect his; “Even surrounded by cats, you’re the most adorable still.”

Perhaps this mission wasn't an utter waste of your time after all.

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fukurodanni · 3 years

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love for the rich and emotionally stunted: a comprehensive guide

ch. 2/7 -- prev. -- next. pairing: jumin han x f!reader warnings: n/a series summary: in the months following the incident with his father's most recent paramour, glam choi, the corporate heir of C&R finds himself discovering exactly what it is that makes a person in love so blind. ao3 link

note: sticking a read more right at the beginning. u kno how it is. thank you for sticking around i'll try my best to keep updates within a week or so!

(weeks prior.)

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Jumin Han

She talked to me today.

ZEN

Who?

707

She??

There’s a she?!

Jumin Han

Oh.

I must have neglected to mention it.

ZEN

????

Last time there was a “she”...

Jumin Han

… No.

There’s a woman at my office.

Jaehee Kang

Does she work for you?

Jumin Han

Yes

707

That took an awfully long time for you to type lolol

Are you sure~~

Jumin Han

Yes. She wears a lanyard.

Jaehee Kang

Do you not know her name??

Jumin Han

I should think it would seem impolite after… all that.

Jaehee Kang

???

ZEN

?????

All that WHAT?

Jumin Han

I only caught a glimpse of her lanyard. I don’t know.

ZEN

Dodged my question… T_T

Jaehee Kang

Is this that woman you see in the mornings?

Jumin Han

How did you ....

ZEN

?!?!

707

Is our Jumin finally getting some?!

I’m so proud. Haha T_T

Jumin Han

Getting some… what?

Jaehee Kang

I can look into her.

For research purposes. Of course^^

Jumin Han

;;;

I only just started seeing her this month.

At the door. Seeing her at the door.

707

Seeing her OTL

Maybe she’s your future lover come to save you^^

Jumin Han

I doubt that.

ZEN

Yeah lolol

I doubt it too

And right after the Choi thing?? No way.

707

T_T

Ur right

There’s no way...

“Do you play video games, Mr Han?”

That’s a new one. “Where would I find the time?” He asks, thinking of Yoosung. “It’s a useless hobby.”

“That was a quick answer,” you reply. “Who hurt you?”

Jumin raises a brow, inquisitive. “No one.”

“Okay,” you say, the beginnings of a grin playing on your lips. “Who ruined video games for you?”

He thinks of the dark smudges under Yoosung’s eyes, the awful typos and the messages at 3am. It’s only a little funny. The door closes behind them. “No one in particular.”

“You’re smiling, Mr Han. Just a little.” You smile too at this, tilting your head in that curious way of yours. When you reach the lobby and then your separate ways, Jumin spares a glance at you.

He wants to say something more, something lodged very deep in his throat that comes out dry breath. He’s never been too good at small-talk, not with colleagues, not with business outside of work. He wants to be, just a little.

He’s not quite sure how that came to be.

It’s beyond embarrassing the way he comes up to you in the cafeteria. “You work here,” he says, a very belated realization.

You blink a few times, as if processing. “Yes,” you say slowly. “I have a lanyard.” You wave the offending item around and Jumin finally, finally catches a glimpse of your name.

“I see,” Jumin says, because that’s all he really can say. “Work hard.”

He consults his phone right away, willing the heat from his face and opening the messenger app. It goes as well as expected when he mentions it so vaguely-- Hyun rags on him for his lack of conversational skills and Yoosung drops a line or two about his own miserable love life. In any case, Assistant Kang’s information on you had only reached him earlier today and in a way he’s still coping. It had been baffling to say the least, finally having everything in front of him rather than scattered in the bits and pieces of your dialogue.

You work, technically, in the same position Assistant Kang does. Only in the fashion department, of which Jumin had strategically ignored after Echo Girl and the Chois. It really isn’t his fault he hadn’t noticed you-- not since before this month when you began arriving so consistently.

“Something on your mind?” Assistant Kang asks, looking up from where she’s shuffling through a stack of papers. It isn’t unusual for her to break the silence with a quip-- she’s always been good at easing into a mode of conversation that takes the edge off. As a good assistant and employee should, of course. Jumin wonders if he should relay this to her.

“Nothing,” he says instead, because surely she already knows. “Is it polite to bring gifts for someone you’re sure you will be seeing every morning?”

She raises a thin brow. “Who-- that woman at the fashion department?”

Jumin deigns not to answer right away, looking down at the state of his nails and the tick of his wristwatch. “Surely there must be some etiquette about that.”

Jaehee Kang

Buy her coffee.

ZEN

Get her a promotion lol

707

A new car!!!

Yoosung★

Maybr a nicce pen

“Any favorite TV shows?” You ask one morning. “Personally, I’m fond of office romances.”

Jumin lags for a moment, waiting to catch up. It isn’t an unusual occurrence. “Is that an innuendo?”

You smile, a little flushed-looking, and wave a hand. “Nope. Not at all.” When you look at the second coffee in his hand, though, it seems you need a second to catch up yourself. You’d mentioned offhandedly how you take your coffee the day before, and today something had stopped him at the threshold of the coffee shop he stops at every morning. Funny how things work like that.

“This is for you,” he says determinedly, and you smile a little but there’s still an edge.

“You dodged my question.” You state simply. Jumin does not know what to say.

He thinks about it for a moment, really thinks about it. The only thing that really comes to mind are the Sunday morning programs, and he doesn’t really know them off the top of his head. Maybe the morning news. “No TV shows. Next question.”

“Okay then,” you say, “Any pet peeves?”

Jumin smiles a little. It isn’t really conscious, but he’s finally figured out a way to respond and he just hopes it takes well. “Women who stop me at the door in the morning.”

“Oh,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. You hum appreciatively. He feels strangely, indirectly accomplished. “Shame. Mine’s men who give me three word responses when I ask them things.”

He scoffs, although it isn’t as hard as it usually comes out. “I answered that in a sentence.” He says, very assuredly. When he looks back at you there’s a softer smile at your lips, rounded at the corners and not quite so mischievous as he’s seen it look before. It looks fond.

“I know,” you reply. He feels a little warmer now, turning the corner where you two part ways. You offer him a two-fingered salute, a “See you in the morning!” and a final turn.

And then you’re gone.

The next time the conversation lingers long past the lobby it’s because you’ve coaxed him into talking about Elizabeth III. There’s a point where you’ve reached the elevator and he’s talking to you about her care routine and the minutiae of what it takes to keep her fur so soft and pristine (much of it is her own work and her natural beauty-- of course) and he’s only barely aware of how long he’s been going on, but he pauses to look at you. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, between Jaehee’s hesitancy and Luciel’s rabid praise and Hyun’s outright disgust--

But there’s something about the way you’re looking at him when he’s finished, curiouser and half-curved into a smile. And he’s been on the receiving end of that before-- his father’s lovers, interviewers and subordinates-- but none of them have ever seemed so affectionate.

He’s seen the same look before when it’s Jaehee with a new photocard, the way Yoosung danced around Rika. It’s the glint in Luciel’s glasses when he gets to working and it’s something, something.

You look like you’ve seen something beautiful.

Which is understandable to him, really, having just shown you pictures of his Elizabeth III. What he understands less is the way you’re looking at him and not the open phone, caught up in a silence that seems way too heavy for a conversation about his cat. Even when the elevator dings it’s with some trepidation that you leave first, a memory, a discovery pulled taut between you two.

“I hope I get to meet her sometime,” you say.

Jumin nods, wordless. The delight on your face at such a simple gesture fixates itself in the forefront of his mind until he returns home to Elizabeth, flickering like hell and unbidden and unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. It’s just as confusing to him as it sounds on paper.

Somehow Jaehee gets to you first.

For all the time he’s spent working with Jaehee, working around her and in her general proximity, he doesn’t actually know what time she gets into the building. She seems like an inevitability, something constant and fixed and always there.

So when he holds the door open for two women, Jumin is feeling like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to. Especially since the two of you seem to be chatting so jovially, shaking her hand with both of yours when you go to part.

There’s another something clogging his throat, a cloying want and a halfhearted desire to draw that same laugh from you, that same open brightness. He hasn’t let himself feel so much about one person-- one particular and fixed point in his life. Jumin feels like he’s chasing-- some feeling, some unnamed ball of fire-- a meteor, blazing and brilliant and too much to be real.

It’s too much to be compared to anything else, not when Sarah Choi was an unlit match next to what a beaming bonfire you are. Suddenly Jumin feels more tightly wound than he usually does.

And really, truly, it feels like a lot to handle, so he turns on his heel after silently handing you the coffee and begins to march. It feels like karmic debt for not having experienced these things as a schoolboy, and then only once as an adult. He doesn’t even know if the one time counted.

“Mr Han--” you say, and it happens at the same time he holds his breath to turn again. Just to look, to see if you appeared as off kilter as he felt. Maybe the world had rotated wrong today.

You stop there in your tracks and he really does believe for a moment that the world has gone astray-- because then it would explain the way air isn’t getting to his lungs right. He inhales just to make sure and before any other dialogue comes from your lips he asks, “Walk with me?”

You both take the elevator then.

Jaehee Kang

She’s a very nice woman.

Yoosung★

Huh?

707

U met her?!?!!

Tell me everything

It makes your mornings longer, the introduction of the elevator route. He isn’t sure how it became mutual agreement and routine, the same way the cup of coffee steams in your hands and the way you ask after Elizabeth III. The way the door gets held open.

Jumin isn’t sure how many mornings go by, how many of them are spent dreading the chime of the elevator, but one of them brings a much quieter you. And you’re usually such a whirlwind of life, pulling him toward and towards you-- he’d be lying to himself more than usual if he said he wasn’t worried.

You look like you’re steeling yourself too, and you’ve never done that-- there isn’t a thing you’ve said to him that was measured or prepared. You’re kind of like an overexcited puppy, and he’s never been too fond of dogs.

He feels something slide out of place, something like a realization that’s far grander than he knows, hovering at the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know what it is yet, not really. He’s barely out of his head, ready to ask if you’re alright--

And you cut him off. Like you did that first morning, knocking the breath from his lungs and everything else out of place. Jumin likes things neat and tidy, likes things where they should be, where he’s used to seeing them. You aren’t too good for him, he thinks.

Then you ask, “Would you want to go out sometime?” And he has no reference materials and no forewarning and no prepared response. The odds are against him.

So against all odds and every simmering nerve in his body he says, “Yes.”

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light-yaers · 3 years

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Prompt idea:

I only like pain, so: something along the lines of “werewolf” by fiona apple. Where Din and Mando have somewhat of a stable relationship but he cuts it off when he takes Grogu as a foundling.

But then he comes back after Luke takes Grogu to train him, and asks for forgiveness. You choose if they get back together or not.

As I said, I like reading sad things lolol

Love your writing too!💜

OP said let’s get angsty. With how angst chapter 7 of No Saints is, let’s continue the train, shall we?

Tatooine Heat - Din Djarin x Reader

You were used to the heat on Tatooine now. It’d been several years of the same grind, the mid-morning heat that singed at your skin, and the sand that littered your entire body; but it was the closest thing to home you’d ever had.

So was he.

He’d stop by occasionally at first, landing his ship in Peli’s bay only to immediately be stubborn about her worker droids. You’d worked with the frizzy haired mechanic since you’d first landed on Tatooine, indulging in the way she always knew how to bite back at the monotonous words of the Mandalorian. He never stayed long; just enough to have his falling apart ship put back together again, to mosey into town on another hunt, and then fly off again.

You’d been tongue tied at first, too afraid to speak to the man with no face, but soon those little attempts as small talk turned into something more. Living on a desolate and harsh world, dealing with the thieves, the grease, the heat; it all seemed to disappear into the background with every conversation you had with him.

He called you by name, which you’d been told was an utter rarity for him. Occasionally, he brought you small trinkets from off-world, small jars of native rocks, a dried flower from the fields of Naboo, a stolen solid-gold wrench that he’d swiped from Canto Bight.

“This thing weighs a tonne, Mando,” You said, lifting the heavy wrench with both hands. You smiled at him, letting out a scoff.

“Sell it then,” He hit back with. His voice was still stern, still reserved, almost as if it was uncommon for him to show anything emotional within his tone. But you’d be lying if you didn’t relish in the small moments that he let it through; the tilt of his helmet, a subtle breathy laugh bursting from his modulator, an extra second of his gloved hand on your hand while he shook it goodbye.

“Please, this is a gift. I wouldn’t do that,” You replied, tracing your finger over the Canto Bight seal on the handle. Mando looked at the soft way you touched it, following your gentle fingers as they propped and swiped over the gold. Stars, it was the most expensive thing you’d ever owned-- touched. It was the most expensive thing you’d ever touched.

“I don’t know why they make solid-gold tools if no one can lift them,” He said, the hint of amusement on his lips at watching you struggle with it in your hands. You perked a brow at him.

“This will act as a reminder for me to do more heavy lifting, until I can eventually use this on the Razor Crest when you come back,”

Come back. You always wanted him to come back.

Mando nodded once, letting out a small huff in approval. “I look forward to the next time the Crest needs a hull repair,” Stars, you’d be lying if your heart hadn’t flipped beneath your ribcage. You nodded back at him, shooting him a soft smile and choosing to ignore the rising blush on your cheeks.

You placed the wrench back in your small quarters, fiddling with the angle it sat on your tiny desk space. It wasn’t a lot, but Peli had taken you in. It was home, and you liked it. The smell of smoke in the air, the slick of grease on your fingers and the satisfying way it swiped onto your overalls. It was enough.

You indulged then, peering out at the courtyard while Mando waited for you to return. He stood stoically, tracing his visor around the bay and fiddling with his gloved fingers. For a moment, just that moment, he was alone. You saw the way he’d slumped his shoulder slightly, the way he wasn’t holding himself up at full capacity, the almost human way that his hips seemed to curve beneath his Beskar.

Stars, it was a sight that you looked forward to every few months; it was one that you patiently waited for every time he left again. Though, recently, he had been returning more often. It was becoming common for the Mandalorian to return to Tatooine once or twice a month now, and stars-- you weren’t complaining.

Maybe you were picking at straws, but the way he treated you was different. Different to Peli, different to anyone else on the planet, different for him. Stars, he brought you gifts. Was that a common thing to do on Mandalore? You doubted it.

You inhaled sharply, striding out of your quarters and back to towards him. You wiped your hands on your overalls, flicking some sweat soaked hair out of your face. That was something you had to live with on Tatooine; the salt, the sweat, the way your face was always covered in the stuff while you worked. It was no matter-- you wanted to guess that Mando had seen people in a much worse state.

“It’s on my desk now. Will probably gather dust before I can put it to good use, but there’s no way I’m letting anyone else touch it,” You chuckled. Mando regarded you for a few seconds, keeping his visor on your face. You gasped slightly-- was he looking you up and down beneath his helmet? He could do that, couldn’t he? Not move his head, but just trickle his eyes over you as you stood right in front of him while you were none the wiser.

You cleared your throat, slotting your hands into your overalls, until he finally shuffled on his feet. “Thank you, Mando. It’s a lovely gift,” You said, and you meant it. You laced sincerity within your voice tenfold, trying to get across what it truly meant to have him visit you, bring you these gifts, give you his company, without actually spilling everything you wanted to.

“You’re... welcome,” He said hesitantly. It was like he’d never been thanked before. It only made your heart pang for him. “I’ll be going,” He finished, and you perked up, walking round to the ramp of the Razor Crest with him. He strode onto the ramp, cape fluttering behind him in the Tatooine wind-- but he stopped before he reached the inside.

His back was turned to you, his shoulders tense and raised, his fists clenched, before he abruptly turned round and strode back to you. Stars, you panicked a bit, not used to seeing him like this; unpredictable, almost pained. You raised your hands to your chest in some attempt at defence, not knowing if this man was about to hug you or kill you--

But he did neither.

He grasped your forearms within his large leather gloved hands, tugging you towards him quickly, until you almost slammed into his Beskar clad chest. You were speechless as the breath caught in the back of your throat, as his helmet descended towards your ear slowly.

“Don’t let Peli touch it,” The wrench, he was talking about the fucking wrench. “It’s yours. I got it for you,”

All too soon, he was striding back into the Razor Crest, leaving you down below on the brink of throwing up your heart. Mando smashed the ramp controls, and it slowly began to rise. He stared at you, soaking in your red face, your sweat lined forehead and mess of overalls, unwavering until the ramp had fully ascended. He was encased in metal two times over.

You watched the Razor Crest fly away, praying to some god out there that he wouldn’t die before you got to see him again.

He didn’t come back that month.

He didn’t return with a crumbling ship, or his stoic stance, or his subtle chuckles. He didn’t bring you little trinkets, or get to see the way you could finally use the fucking solid-gold wrench--

He was gone. Like a blip in the stars, meshed in with all of the hundreds of billions of beings that lay beyond your tiny, desolate planet. You didn’t know if he was alive or dead, and stars, your nights were left sleepless; staring at your ceiling, not being able to hold back the tears of the fear and the worry and the fucking pain that bombarded you without the stability of his frequent visits.

As much as you tried to block him out, he plagued you. You saw the glint of his Beskar whenever you strode through the market, the swoosh of him unsheathing his blaster when you heard gunshots at night. You scrubbed at your greasy and sand grated skin in the fresher every evening, trying desperately to forget the way his hands had wrapped around your forearms, your fingers, or the way his cape whipped at you subtly whenever you strode next to each other.

You were foolish to ever find hope within his visits. You were foolish to feel this way about a faceless man, a fucking Mandalorian, a goddamn bounty hunter, who you’d only seen every so often over the course of seven months. You counted the times you’d actually met him on your fingers; twelve. Twelve fucking times.

And you were all but dying at the thought of him never coming back.

There was a time when you believed that he might ask you to go with him. It entered your mind one night, after he’d brought you back that dried flower so many months before. Stars, you all but gushed when he’d given it to you, not knowing how or where to place yourself.

And once again-- he’d taken time to converse with you about the job you’d done fixing the Crest; how you had a mechanic touch that he’d never seen, how he had no idea how you made it all look so new and seamless-- so you.

“So... you,” He’d muttered, before tilting his helmet in your direction. He nodded once upon seeing you were lost for words, before depositing a hand on your lower back and slowly pushing you forward, towards another part of the ship.

You could have punched yourself then, as you fisted your hair in an attempt to shut your brain down. It’d been three months, three entire months without seeing him, without knowing if he was alive or dead, and you were clutching at straws as you tried to stay sane.

The tears came then, thick and fast as you tried desperately to expel your hurt about him just leaving like that; not asking you to go with him, not coming back for you, not caring at all.

Well, he is a Mandalorian.

Yes, he is.

Peli had definitely noticed your slump, as soon as you’d realised he wasn’t coming back. As much as she teased him, she was fond of Mando all the same. Any attempt she gave to sooth you only fell flat, as you all but rejected her support in favour of simply overworking yourself into the ground, until your fingers bled and your palms were worn away, like you’d been wiping them on sandpaper for three months straight.

Just as it was starting to ease, as the hole in heart was starting to heal after so long-- almost a fucking year-- the spluttering engines of the Razor Crest descended upon Peli’s bay on Tatooine.

You ceased to breathe, staying in your quarters as you watched it hit the ground, as your limbs all but stopped working. Peli shot you a saddened look, before wiping her hands of grease and approaching the ramp of the ship while you stayed back, watching from afar.

When he stepped out, your eyes overflowed. There he was; all glinting Beskar and stoic stances and silent words. Peli conversed with him quietly, sending glances towards you in your quarters, subtly breaking down as not knowing what the fuck to do--

Until you pulled yourself together. As much as you wanted to bombard him, to hug him, to tell him how much you missed him; you felt betrayed. You felt abandoned, and stars, what a foolish thing to feel for a mechanic on Tatooine. No family, no close friends besides your boss, imagining a life with a murderous Mandalorian. Bullshit.

You wiped away your tears, striding out of your quarters as you shot daggers at Mando, wiping your hands aggressively upon your overalls. Mando and Peli stopped speaking when you approached them, brows stern, frown donned, hurt raging beneath your skin.

“Damage to the left of the hull,” You spoke up. “Right engine is on its last legs, and I can already tell that the hydraulics are shot to shit,”

“You--,” Mando began, letting the shock of seeing you again consume you. “You’re still here,” You could have fucking laughed, or cried.

Yes, I’m still here. Because you didn’t take me with you.

“Where else would I fucking be?” It was the first time you’d sworn in front of him, besides the odd kriff. It was only a indication of your seething anger, and Mando immediately took a small step back. You could tell he was gulping beneath his helmet. You could tell he was feeling your stare.

“No droids, I know,” You let out, before you pushed past him intentionally, making your way inside the Crest to start working.

You worked tirelessly, ignoring the way Mando and Peli caught up after his many months away, ignoring the way Mando slowly walked back into his ship after popping into town. With every thud of his boots, you bit harder on the screwdriver placed between your teeth, focusing solely on fixing the inner hydraulics while the days heat was at its worst.

Mando dropped himself down in the hull, on top of an old box of supplies. His stare burned into the back of your neck, making your hairs stand on end immediately. He didn’t let up, overseeing the muscles beneath your shirt as you reached to tie a cable or screw a nail back in place.

Stars, it was getting to you now-- until you snapped.

“What?” You let out abruptly, turning to look at him from your knelt position. He was silent after your outburst, until the fucker had the audacity to laugh. He let out a single modulated chuckle, and stars, you didn’t fucking like it.

You scoffed, biting down on your lip while you went back to working. Your fingers were trembling now, though, as his stare was becoming unbearable.

“Your hair grew,” He said quietly. Your heart catapulted into your throat. You stopped moving completely, not knowing what the fuck to say, or do. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

You clamped your eyes shut, feeling the overwhelming sensation to start crying again. You knew he could see right through you, could see the way your shoulders were slowly starting to shake and convulse as you tried not to overflow.

“A year,” Was all you could let out. And it was pathetic. Fluttering into the air as you pushed the sadness to the back of your throat, your voice sounded weak. It sounded stupid.

You heard Mando rise, slowly walking over to where you knelt on the floor, feet jutting from your bottom, overalls tied at your waist and tank top soaked through with sweat. He lowered himself to your level, and stars, when he reached out to grab your chin and direct your eyes to his visor, you burst--

The tears came thick and fast, covering your entire face as you wept into his large gloved palm. He didn’t move, bar pulling you closer to him as you let out aching, wracking sobs. He was utterly silent, and you wondered if he was trying not to let out his own sadness.

“I thought you were dead,” You finally let out, as your tears cascaded to the hull of the Crest. “I thought you were fucking dead, Mando--,”

“I know,” He said in reply, through clenched teeth. Stars, he was torn up. Just as torn up as you. “I couldn’t come back. I couldn’t put you and Peli in that amount of danger,” You looked to his visor, searching desperately for his eyes, despite knowing it was useless.

“What happened?” You asked, and Mando’s grip on you tightened. He brought his other hand to rest upon your thigh, squeezing it as the tears continued to fall down your face. He gulped sadly beneath his helmet, but you saw the pain he felt in the way his head tilted to the floor.

“Things got complicated. I couldn’t come back and risk you--,” He stopped to let out a shaky breath. “Risk you being in the firing line of my rash choices,”

You let out another sob, clamping your eyes shut as you tried to calm yourself down. Mando only waited; he waited with you, one hand securely on your thigh and the other cradling your cheek in his palm. You swiped your hand up to his wrist, clutching on for dear life as your fingers snagged upon the fabric of his gloves, revealing the tiniest section of his actual skin.

Mando audibly hissed, but he didn’t move. He was frozen in place, reeling from a simple touch of your finger against his bare skin.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” You let out quietly, as the last of your tears dried. “I’ve missed you, Mando,” You said confidently, simply relishing in the fact that you were talking to him again after so long. The hope of him taking you with him had been just a dream; something constructed to give you a small break from the reality of your life. You wouldn’t indulge in it any longer.

“I... I was planning on asking you something, way back then,” He said tentatively. “Before shit hit the fan,” He let out a forced chuckle, and stars, he was nervous. This was the first time you’d ever heard him be this way, this open, this tentative.

Your face softened, as he took a few seconds to collect himself, pushing the words out in his classic modulated drawl--

“Come with me,”

With those three words, your body set alight--

But this time, it wasn’t from the Tatooine heat.

Oh, OP. Thank you for this. I indulged. I loved writing this. THANK YOU!

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bangtanlalaland · 4 years

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a dose of relief | ksj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ the CDC’s hottest scientist so happens to be your lab partner. how much longer will it take until he has you begging for him?

— health scientist!au

⇢pairing: CDC health scientist!kim seokjin x female reader

⇢genre: crack, pwp, smut

⇢word count: 5.7k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: so sorry for this filthy porn with no plot, I’m also horrible @ science (even though it’s one of my fave subjects in school) so plz forgive me if I said something wrong or certain facts are incorrect, I tried to not use so many details/specifics on the science ooey gooey stuff in case that could trigger anything amongst readers, srsly tho somebody call the fanfic writing police, omg, there’s so much tension lolol, Jin is a dom in this OMFG, masturbation, mentions of an outbreak (oops sorry), lab sex (yes, I really went there plz don’t judge me [I know I’m a dirty hoe]), semi-public sex? (not really, but almost) use of sex toys, hair pulling, spitting, face/ass/pussy slapping & licking (oop), unprotected sex (lolol the irony; STAY SAFE!), orgasms (duh), creampie, degradation, so much name calling (holy fuck), JIN HAS A BIG DICK OK (BECAUSE WE LOVE BIG DICKS RIGHT?!)

a/n: honestly I find it so hard to write for Jin & IDK WHYYY. so I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to let the light shine on him for this one. besides, Jin would make the PERFECT hOTTesT SCIENTIST. because WHY NOT?!?! oh & let this fic just be a reminder for those of you out there (you know who I’m talking about): WEAR A GODDAMN MASK.

Seokjin Kim.

The name of the most handsome man in the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and yet you cannot spend a minute around him without perspiring. Because, well, you’re convinced he just has that affect on everyone. When in reality, it’s really only you. You sweat bullets being around him.

And he knows this. Which is why he’s near you again, looking just as sexy as he did the day before, attired in his white, lab coat — his blonde tresses clouding your vision as he wanders through the lab. You internally curse the universe for having made you both cross paths. You’d often speculate why he’s working here as a scientist. Shouldn’t he be somewhere on the front cover of like GQ Magazine or something? But no, for whatever reason, in this fucked up world we live in, he’s currently in the lab with you, performing test results, by using various liquid solutions.

“Ah, I can’t wait to finally clock out tonight.” Seokjin states while flicking a test tube that remains between his glove-covered fingers, gently placing the blood sample along with other tubes in the tray to be put away in the cooler.

“Hot date I’m assuming?” You question with a secret hint of jealousy oozing from your words — observing a sample through the microscope, turning the knobs to adjust the coarse and fine focus.

Jin beams at your assumption, shaking his head, “Ah. Nice one. But no.”

Your gaze flies up to his towering figure, raising your eyebrows, “So what is it?” You try not to get too lost into staring at his plump, pink lips. He almost catches you eyeing him and you instantly look away, darting your vision back into the microscope.

“I have the whole weekend off,” He coos with a giddy expression, and you internally scoff. That fucker.

You shake your head, “Sounds great!” No, it doesn’t sound great. Because he’s probably happy that he gets to be off so he can be with someone- Wait, no. He’s clearly not going on a date. Duh, he just told you that. Okay, now you’re really just fishing for something, but you’re also jealous of him that he’s off the entire weekend. These past few months have been hell, courtesy of a recent outbreak — every official, scientist, representative and whomever in the CDC is currently working day and night, non-stop to formulate a vaccine. Therefore you shuck away your feels, because you know Jin has more seniority than you within the company. You’d only just been transferred to his department right before the outbreak had occurred.

“Some well needed rest, huh?” You question, an attempt to keep the conversation going while also being the nosey old woman you are deep down inside. “You need it,” You unconsciously continue, somewhat too occupied in ensuring the proper amount of the sodium hypochlorite solution drops are added, squeezing the pipette carefully.

Jin nods his head in agreement, “Oh yeah,” he sighs, “Could definitely use what I call the Four S’s.” Your eyebrows furrow, more-so at concentrating on your accuracy.

But you hear him, and once the final drop of solution has been added, you pull away from the microscope, discarding the pipette in the proper disposal bin. “Four S’s?” You ask, with a tilt of your head.

“Mmhmm,” Jin seats himself on the stool in front of you, placing his hand under his chin. “Soup, soju, sex, and sleep.”

You nearly topple over when trying to seat yourself, and he doesn’t miss your clumsiness either. He thought it was cute how flustered you suddenly became, and he knew why you had. The word sex having stood out amongst the others he’d mentioned. You’re smoking under his gaze, a sudden wave of heat flashing over you within the blink of an eye. Ugh, how you hate the way he does this to you. Whatever this is. With a flicker of his eyebrows, a coy grin creeps upon his face. And you nervously swallow a gulp, easing the parched feeling in the back of your throat.

Awkwardly, you clear your throat, “Sounds like one hell of a weekend.” He continues his smirk at you, and at this point you grow slightly annoyed. Oh, his stupid hot face. Why does he keep staring like that?

“What?” You deadpan.

With a suck of his teeth, he pushes himself off the stool and stands up on his two feet, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” he coos with a wink. Yes, the fucker actually winked! You had to double check within your mind that you’re fully conscious because you couldn’t believe he did that. Jin doesn’t flirt with you, like ever. And you know that even he knows this, that grin still plastered upon his face. How the hell does he do it? Do this to you?

The sound of the door clicking signals his departure, to what you only assumed he was going on his lunch break. But the real question is, does he know? He must know that you are attracted to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have insinuated you’d “miss” him. Fuck. You’re screwed and you know it. Unfortunately not in the way you’d like to be screwed.

—

The weekend didn’t fly by like a breeze as it normally would, but instead dragged. You thought at one point the time may have just frozen, but subconsciously you knew that wasn’t even remotely possible. Although, you’re convinced that the reason for it all is because Seokjin wasn’t there. Normally, you’d both share the same shifts on weekends and everything felt in tune. You’d complete tests, run samples, and literally anything else under the sun together. But the time felt different when with him, and you’re beyond relieved to find that the end of your shift approaches. You both say your farewells and do it all over again the next day. It became a routine, really, one that you’d grown accustomed to.

However, since his weekend off, you felt something change, and you didn’t like it. You noticed since the start of your shifts, he permeated an odd vibe. Jin wasn’t making eye contact with you, and hell he didn’t greet you when he clocked in. Even when you’d discussed to your boss that after copious amounts of research and tests, the sodium hypochlorite solution kills various diseases and viruses, including HIV/AIDS, although said concoction is overly toxic for ingestion.

Seokjin never spoke or added anything from his research to back up your claim, which was completely degrading to you, because well… teamwork — he made you feel as though the countless amount of hours you’d both spent in the lab together was a waste. So yes, it was strange. He was acting strange, and you didn’t know whether to be gloomy or pissed about it all. After the meeting with the board, discussing the current problems with hygiene and public health, you returned to your station with Jin. You decide to test the waters and break the awkward silence since he wouldn’t.

You clear your throat in an attempt to draw his attention, but fail, his back still turned to you, “How was your weekend?”

He continues his work, not even flinching when you’d suddenly spoke. He replies so fast you were convinced he just knew exactly what you were going to say and simply waited for you to do so.

“Great,” he retorts with a nonchalant tone. You hear a few snap-like sounds and immediately note that he’s placing his gloves on. He brushes past you and into the cooler, removing a tray of blood samples to set them down onto the counter. You bite back a remark and instead try again.

“Had any good soup?” You internally cringe at yourself for saying something so stupid, but you can’t help but be the curious cat you are. Then his silence doesn’t make it any better. Here you are again, “Or at least some proper rest?”

His eyes finally meet yours, and you can’t quite read his pokerface. “I did,” He adds with still the most blank expression you’d known him to make. His gaze drops back toward the test tubes he’s busied himself with.

You continue to probe him, even though your insides scream otherwise, “Couldn’t have forgotten about the soju too, right?” You question, a tone laced with curiosity. He makes a simple “mmhmm” sound, clearly understanding where you’re going with this. A brief moment of silence subsides between the both of you, and for a moment you appreciated it but another side of you just had to know. Your essence ached for an answer, even though if said answer wasn’t one you’d want to hear, you still had to know. And you swear the phrase, “Curiosity kills the cat” could explain this moment in time.

“W-what about….” You trail off, in hopes he’d catch on. His eyes meet yours, and you can’t help but want to shribble up under his stare — whilst his defined lids peer into you, as if cascading into your soul.

“What about what?” Jin knows the next question you want to ask, and part of him wishes you’ll just ask already. He needs your inquiry of his sexcapades, because truth be told, he has none; and he’s on the brink of bending you over on this counter and fucking you senselessly — a burning ache, desperate to release his pent up frustration, mixed with the daily stresses that come along with work. His eyes linger onto your facial features, searching for a warning that you’d finally cave in, that by some miracle you’d admit you want him in just as a lustful manner as he wants you. Needs you. His weekend having been a long, cold, and lonely one. He’d desperately yearned for a woman’s touch, a dry spell long overdue.

He notes how your lips part and eyes widen, as if you’re stuck like a deer in headlights and don’t know how to simply let the words flow from your tongue. His pink, plush lips catch your attention, his bottom lip protruding in a manner that’s tempting for you to simply lick the flesh — the need to graze your teeth along the tissue clouding your mind. You suck in a quiet gasp, but audible enough for Jin to hear you. The sudden twitch of his member down below, the visual of having you whimper underneath him having flashed through his imagination. You instinctively obscure any second thoughts of your actions, because if he didn’t want you to know then why would he have mentioned the “Four S’s?” It’s like he’s calling your name, indirectly. Seokjin knows how curious you’ve always been, and it’d be silly to not know such a fact. After all, you’re a scientist that works for the CDC.

The more dense part of you spills, “Well, you know-” His eyebrow quirks up at you, as if not falling for your little trap. No, he wants to hear you say it, he wants those words coming out of you and streaming to his eardrums.

That familiar hum he has a habit of making slips from him, “Hm- No, I don’t.

He proceeds to his previous endeavors, scouring through the cabinets for some tools. You stand there dumbfoundedly, and cursing your own self for not having the courage to just speak your mind. Seokjin marvels at your conflicted expression, thanking his own self for not giving in so easily — because he wants to confirm his assumptions and needs you to make that move. He definitely didn’t want to be the first to impose, just in case you were to reject him and immediately perform some type of backlash technique. The last thing he needed was to lose his job and/or face a lawsuit for harassment. He ignores your stiff figure and gracefully mixes various liquids into a beaker. Your fingers tap along the counter and mind races hundreds of miles per hour. Just do it.

“Sex,” You whisper. His stirring stops suddenly and eyes move to yours with a slight tilt of his head. “Did you… Have sex?” You add, voice barely above a whisper. Jin sighs in relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders — the air now somewhat less stuffy, and he chooses to stifle back a moan of satisfaction at your question. And within an instant, he scoffs, sending a rush of discouragement over your being.

He shakes his head while a sly grin paints upon his face, “Wouldn’t you like to know, hm?” You roll your eyes at him, can’t even believe the audacity. Of course, you should have known he’d be comical about it. Because that’s what Jin does, which makes you question how he’d even passed the entire hiring process to be promised and given this position.

With a slight pull of your strands out of frustration, you retort, “What the hell, Jin? You were the first one to mention “the Four S’s” You make sure to exaggerate air quotation marks on the phrase.

“And now you’re acting like you can’t even say if you’ve gotten some over the weekend. What am I not allowed to ask you questions anymore?!” Seokjin stares at you with wide eyes, immediately making you feel guilty for your sudden outburst. But what was he to expect? How could he not think you’d be curious of how his weekend ended after revealing to you his much needed desires. You palm your face in embarrassment, not wanting to meet his gaze any longer. And that’s when he removes his gloves, discarding them in the designated bin, and the feel of his palms encase around yours, pulling you from your hidden position to reveal your face that’s now strained with a painful look.

“If it makes you feel any better… I haven’t had sex.” His sweet voice oozes of comfort, granting a sense of calmness to reside within you.

“It’s been so long, and I am actually going to lose my mind if I don’t soon enough.” His confession causes you to gasp lowly, and he notices this. You hadn’t realized he was still holding your hands, his fingers long and cold, rubbing light circles within your palms. You know that he’s telling the truth; his eyes screaming for attention. Jin is desperate, and you sense that, which would explain why he’d been so tense ever since showing up to work today. You take this chance to take in every feature he has to offer. His broad shoulders aiding to tower his figure above yours just as he constrains his neck slightly to glare into your eyes. Your mouth flies agape just by an inch, and you hadn’t realized how close Jin was to you. You could feel the warmth of his breathing from his nostrils hitting you like the heat boiling down below.

You had a dire need to just smash your lips with his to finally know what the pillow-y tissue feels like between your own. His deep, chocolate irises reeling you in and suddenly your hand clenches tight underneath his touch. He notices and releases his grip from you, not realizing he’d been holding you this entire time.

And then you break the ice suddenly, “I think you should get that taken cared of soon.” Jin watches your form whilst you depart yourself from the room. Entering the main hall, you hadn’t processed how warm the atmosphere in the lab had been — a thin sheen of sweat coating your face and neck, courtesy of Seokjin Kim.

—

And then things got weirder.

There was this unspeakable tension between the two of you. You hardly made much eye contact with him at work now. You trained yourself (somewhat) to not ask so many questions during your shifts together, and if Jin noticed this then he definitely didn’t show or tell that he did. You’d find yourself going home at the end of the day and pulling out your favorite vibrator just to orgasm at the thought of Seokjin and his rosy, juicy lips, slender fingers that you know could reach the highest of places; those silky, light, blonde strands that long for you to tug on them as he buries himself in between your legs. However, Jin does the same, even on that weekend when he was off. He coated himself in lubricant and acquired his pocket pussy to stuff his thick length through the silicone material, imagining that it was your walls encasing around his cock instead.

Bucking his hips upwards, wanton moans spilled from him whilst he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure he’d endured just by dreaming of you. He continuously re-played the sight of your face over and over again in his mind, when you’d looked up at him that day in the lab — with glossy, bright eyes twinkling of curiosity. He wanted right then and there to shove himself down your throat and make you choke on his big dick. At the moment his groin tensed up and balls ached to release his load, he moaned your name repeatedly, as if he was summoning you into his bed. Streams of his cum erupted into the sleeve, soaking his length with the creamy substance just as he huffed for air, an attempt to gain back his normal breathing pattern.

And then the next day…

He did it again.

But this time it was different. He opted for his palm instead and your voice. He scrambled through anything in his phone that could get him off, more like anything of you in his phone. Until it dawned on him. You’d left him a voicemail back when you first got hired, introducing yourself to him and asking him to give you a call back to discuss work-related matters.

Bingo.

Your voice sent tingles down his spine as it resonated through the speakers of his iPhone. Jin quietly hummed at your words, as if he was agreeing to what you were saying — even though it had nothing to do with sex or pleasing him in any matter.

“Wish you were here,” He slips with his eyes shut, whilst his palm eagerly strokes his stiff cock, fingers gently brushing along the vein on his shaft.

“Need you so bad. Want to make you scream my name.” He replays it again with a hiss through his teeth. Drips of precum seep from the head of his cock; he lightly grazes the flesh with his long fingers, stimulating the sensitive area. The squelching noises from his slick length can be heard throughout his apartment as he pumps himself vigorously.

Another uncontrollable hum spills from Jin when he replays the recording again, picturing you on your knees blowing him off until you lose your breath.

“Hi Mr. Kim!”

How much he loves when you call him that. He’d almost forgotten when you used to address him that way, until he insisted that you didn’t have to and to simply refer to him as Jin.

“Mmm, love it when you used to call me that,” Jin whispers softly.

His hips move on their own, bucking up into his hand. His thighs clenching as he continues to fuck himself through his palm, and with furrowed brows he claws the sheets of his bed at the sound of your voice.

“This is ____, I was just transferred to your department and was told to follow up with you for any questions I may have.”

Jin’s hums now turned into moans, “Oh, fuck. Want to make you cum on Mr. Kim’s cock.”

“Anyways, if you could please give me a call back then I would really appreciate it. I look forward to meeting you!”

Jin’s toes curl at the last statement, his lips part instinctively and thighs stiffen themselves. His impending orgasm approaches as he cries out in pure bliss, “Oh, yeah! F-fuck!”

His chest rises and falls when streams of cum project onto his abs, some coating his fingers — while he softly pumps himself to rid of the remaining secretions. His loose strands stick to his forehead, thanks to the built up perspiration due to the raise in his body temperature. Jin lies there with a shaky breath and trembling thighs paired with thoughts of you. How much he wished his cum hadn’t gone to waste, how he wished he could cum so much inside of you that you gush pools of his jizz when he removes himself out of you. And lastly, how he’s nearly on the brink of risking it all just to be inside you.

—

One morning you break through the doors of the lab you share with Jin, to find him peering through a microscope. You can’t take it anymore; it’s been too long since the day you’d met him that you wanted to literally devour him whole. The need to hold your composure now thrown out the window completely. You snatch your badge off of you followed by your coat and slam your hand onto the counter, startling him from his work.

“I need you to fuck me until my brain is dead and I forget who I am and that we are in the middle of a pandemic.”

Seokjin’s mouth and eyes fly as wide as they can go. Without hesitation, he perks up from the stool and nearly tumbles over to tear his gloves off, remove his glasses, coat, and protective mask. He hurriedly washes his hands in the nearby sink, his eyes still traced on your uptight form. With lips still parted, he makes his way back to you and grips your sides, caressing you as if he’s admiring this moment of you standing here in front of him, begging for only him. He can’t process what’s actually happening and so he opts to do so later, and instead just appreciate this moment — a dream that finally came true. Unexpectedly, he lunges you against the counter, causing your back to hit the handles of the drawers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” He admits with a tone that’s mixed with lust.

Jin’s warm breath breezes past your face, sending a wave of chills down your spine. He cups your cheeks, and captures you in a heated kiss. His plump lips smooth out your own, a faint hint of coffee left on his tastebuds that signals you he more than likely had a cup of Joe this morning — your kisses filled with a fiery passion you didn’t know would finally come to light. His hands fall down to grip your waist in a feverish manner. Your fingers laced into his hair, an action you’d wanted to perform for what seems like forever now. His strands feel like satin under your fingertips.

His hands trail down to your ass cheeks, gripping the cushions with a hungry force. A rush of wetness seeps into your panties, and you silently convince yourself that you’d never been more horny until now. With teeth and tongues clashing, hands roaming along each others bodies, you both lose yourselves within each others touch — drifting into the euphoria of finally being relieved of the backed up tension that accumulated over these lonesome months. This moment in time was everything Jin had wished for. He yearned to have you in this way, and he’d only accept it if you were comfortable with doing so. The pang in his groin area throbs due to his high libido. Those nights he’d spent jerking himself off to the thought of you were now just a memory. When the burning need to breathe approaches, you both pull away panting for air. Jin’s already full lips now swollen and wet, his gorgeous almond-shaped eyes staring down your form in awe.

Your palms rest on his wide shoulders, caressing them with desperation.

“Please, Jin.” You plead with a whine. Within a swift he turns you around and bends you over. Your grip lands on the counter, knocking down the numerous utensils he’d previously been using, an almost failed attempt at keeping your balance. Jin roughly pulls your garments down, showcasing your panties. He brushes his digits along your covered core that pulses, almost as if speaking to his fingers. He applies more pressure, earning a small whimper. His erection gradually growing itself behind his briefs. He uses his index finger to pull your lacy undergarment to the side, a final reveal of your juicy lips. Your core clenches in front of him, as if calling to welcome him within your walls.

And suddenly a harsh slap lands on your delicate womanhood. You nearly fall apart on the spot at the abrupt infliction.

“That’s Mr. Kim to you.” He slips harshly and yanks your panties down to your ankles, your feet having tossed them somewhere in the distance. You hear the unbuckling of his belt, and he swiftly drops his trousers on the ground along with his briefs pooling at his ankles. His erect cock springs up, teasing the cheeks of your ass. And before you could even turn your head to take in the view of him, Seokjin slaps your lips a few times, the tip of his cock grazing against your clit while doing so. He then shoves himself entirely into you within one go, not even thinking to spare you even just for a moment. You knew you didn’t have to actually see his dick to know how big it is because damn did he stretch you out like you’d never been stretched before. You relentlessly pulsate around him, soaking him in your juices.

The pads of your fingertips grip onto the edge of the countertop. “Oh fuck me, oh!”

“Wow, you’re so tight. Fuck.” Jin moans. You find your hair being pulled back; he whispers into your ear, “I’m going to fucking give it to you, you hear me?” His large palm lands a rough smack to your ass cheek.

“Yes! S-sir!” You cry out, and another slap reoccurs, a familiar tingly sensation shoots straight to your heat. You didn’t think Jin was this dominate, but you’re convinced after such a drastic period of time, it would only make sense that he’d release his tension as he pleases. He creates his own brutal pace — relentlessly pounding your pussy out with no mercy. Your body bounces forward from Jin’s ferocious strokes, and your scalp aches from his tug on your hair.

“So wet, so tight,” He whispers to himself, blowing yet another smack to your bottom, followed by a gentle rub, an attempt to ease the soreness. You’re sure he’d leave a mark on you. The sound of his balls clapping against your cheeks resonates through the lab, and you internally pray that no one walks in because how fucked you’d both be if that happens. But at the same time, you really could care less because you’re being fucked by the hottest man in the company and that’s what matters right now.

“Fuck me, Mr. Kim! Please don’t stop!” His tug on your hair gets tighter. His delicate strands flapping up and down in the process of him hammering into you, his Adam’s apple bobs as moans emit from him, and his cock drenches itself in your arousal. He cherishes the sight of his dick entering and exiting your kitty, only for him to thrust forward into you with a sharp jab. He treasures your soft whimpers and cries of his name.

Jin pulls himself out of you completely, and you whine at the sudden loss of contact.

“Turn around,” With shaky legs, you comply and Jin gestures you to sit down on the stool — wrapping his arms under your knees and pulling your legs apart as wide as they can go, your drenched cunt on full display for his horny being.

You can finally see him and nearly cum on the spot at the sight of his huge cock. It’s beautiful, he glimmers of your wet — his mushroom tip approximately the same shade of color as his lips. He gives your pussy a few taps, mimicking a “knocking on the door” motion. The tip of his member prods your entrance, your fingers grip his forearms in hopes to not crumble from his ministrations, your legs eagerly wrapping themselves around his small waist. Once Jin’s length pushes past your folds, your walls immediately welcome him inside.

A fervor moan spills from you, and this time he doesn’t let up on your tender core, continuing where he left off with his rigid pace. With one hand gripping your waist, he uses the other to grip your neck, “Look at you all needy and desperate,” He slaps your face teasingly, earning a yelp from you. “I knew you wanted me this whole time.”

Another slap with a bit more force. A soft gasp falls from your fucked out self.

“Wanted me to destroy your tight little pussy just like this?” He forces a deep thrust, followed by another and another and another, gaining a strained cry from you. Your walls contract around his hardened length, begging for his motions to never stop. He slaps you again, making sure to leave a mark behind on your cheek.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He uses this time to slap your clit harshly, unsatisfied with not receiving a response from you.

You whimper in reply, a sudden jerk of your thighs, “Y-yes, Mr. Kim!”

Jin slaps you again, “Who’s a cock-hungry little slut for Mr. Kim?” He continues to slap your face again, alternating between your left and right cheek.

And again.

His filthy words cause a tingly sensation straight to your core, “Me. I-I am a slut for you, Sir.”

And again.

That familiar hum rumbles from Jin’s chest, an approval laced in satisfaction, “Mmm, that’s right. You’ll walk around this facility with my cum buried deep inside you. Understand?” He punctuates his question with a thrust so deep, you swear you feel him in your tummy.

“Yes, Sir!” You cry out with trembling legs. He’s hitting your sweet spot so well, and with another slap to your face, your eyes prick with tears. Jin’s overpowering demeanor is nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“Play with your clit.” He demands, and you follow. Your fingers find the nub to gently rub along the sensitive nerves, causing your thighs to twitch within Jin’s hold.

“Harder,” he commands. You comply and add more pressure, a boiling heat rising in the pit of your tummy. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds of Jin’s panting and your thighs smacking against his. He lands another harsh slap to your face, and squeezes your cheeks together with one hand.

“Open your mouth.” You obey him and find yourself opening up as he requests. He drops a line of his warm saliva onto your tongue, and demands, “Swallow.”

Your clit throbs in pleasure and he notes you’ve stopped rubbing yourself. With a gulp, you ingest his spit with a whimper. Jin slaps your clit this time, your legs naturally jerking in response.

“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” He probes while halting his thrusts. You nod your head in a no gesture, “N-no Sir.”

He slaps your aching clitoris repeatedly, then pulls himself out of you. Your walls cry at the loss of his thick cock. He bends down to forcefully slap your pussy, running his fingers along your dripping heat and within moments he lewdly spits on your wet folds, his saliva now glistening your already soaked labia. His tongue darts out to slither along your lips and he places a wet kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“I’d love to keep eating you out, but I’ve been dying to get inside this pussy,” He sheathes his member back inside of you and buries himself to the hilt, pulling back out all the way and slamming back into you. He releases another trail of his spit onto his shaft, smothering himself more. He licks the pad of his thumb and rubs your clit relentlessly, while giving you short and fast strokes; and suddenly your toes curl themselves at the same time your eyebrows furrow.

Seokjin notices your contorted expression, and with a beaming grin, he coos, “That’s right. Cum for Mr. Kim like the good, little slut you are.”

“Cumming, Oh fuck!” Your body quivers within his hold while your orgasm overtakes you, even the stool you’re still seated on slightly skids across the floor beneath you. Jin helps to ride your orgasm out, applying just the right amount of pressure as you writhe underneath him. Your nails graze along his clothed biceps, his sleeves now scrunched and wrinkled, and you honestly have no shame — too lost in being drowned into your orgasm.

He groans at the feel of your cunt contracting around his cock, his thrusts now gaining a sloppy momentum. “Fuck, didn’t know you could get so tight.” His eyes fall down to his cock — the sight of your lady lips sucking him in entirely and contracting around his shaft tips him over the edge.

Seokjin gazes into your eyes with parted lips and lets out a shuddering moan dipped in ecstasy, his nails dig into the flesh of your waist as he rides out his high.

“Fuck,” he breathlessly says. A sudden warmth down below causes you to witness Jin’s cock pulsing as thick ropes of his cum surges into you, painting your walls and filling you up entirely of him. He joins you in watching himself gradually ease out of you. You clench your walls intentionally; Jin’s cum drains from your fucked out heat and drips onto the ground.

You both remain in silence, the sound of your breaths filling up the entire space. Before you could even process what just happened, or simply let out a syllable or two, the double doors of the lab burst open.

There stood a tall, slender man with glasses and a dark-chocolate, bowl cut. His deep, baritone voice sends a shuddering chill through you.

“Someone’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Ah, shit.” Jin whispers, with both hands on his hips and his soft length now flaccid. You cover your face in your palms, in full shame.

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ok this might sound like a dumb request but i thought it would be funny so reader is married to bakugou and you go to his agency and the new receptionist is mean to you and bakugou goes up to the receptionist and they are like “what a bitch” and bakugou just goes “that was my wife”

pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x female!reader

author’s note: give me pro hero bakugou or give me death. lolol. thank you for the request! it wasn’t dumb at all, i found it hilarious and fun to write. ^-^ plus, PRO HERO BAKUGOU. what more can one need? xx sofia

[coming up next: secretary/manager!reader request bc that trope owns me]

“Don’t tell me that idiot forgot his lunch again…”

Grumbling under your breath, you sighed as you spotted his red bento box sitting in the refrigerator. It was right next to his favorite water bottle with a sticky note in your handwriting that read, ‘DON’T FORGET YOUR LUNCH, BAKA xoxo’.

And yet, there it was. Neglected in the fridge.

You realized maybe you should’ve placed the sticky note on the door so he could see it before leaving, but hindsight was 20/20 after all.

It wasn’t that Katsuki was forgetful, per se– In fact, he was the exact opposite of that. He was observant and attentive, even when he tried to appear like he wasn’t. But with the recent developments in his hero agency as well as an unusual spike of crime in the Shibuya ward, his hands have been quite full lately.

You noticed he came home later looking more tired than usual, but the determined spark in his eyes never wavered. That was something you had always admired about him.

What you didn’t so much admire, however, was when Bakugou let his motivation to be the best take the driver’s seat while his sleep and wellbeing got shoved in the trunk.

“How are you supposed to save the world and be the Number One Hero if you don’t fucking feed yourself?” you scolded, even though he was at work and couldn’t hear you.

Today, you took a very rare and much needed day off from work because–unlike your husband–you knew it was okay to take a break if you really needed it. And while you planned to stay home and finish reading your current book, you supposed you could take a break from relaxing and deliver Katsuki his lunch.

In record time, you changed out of your pajamas and grabbed the bento box from the refrigerator, making sure you grabbed your house keys before leaving to catch the train.

You sighed, resting your head against the window of the crowded train. “The things I do for this man.”

Okay– You didn’t exactly need to bring his lunch to him. You very well knew Bakugou was capable of running to the convenience store and grabbing a somewhat filling meal, but they weren’t made with love. This one was.

Besides, you enjoyed visiting him at the agency. It was nice to see him in his element, and you got along with all of the staff. Especially that one receptionist of his! She was a lovely older lady who always had the best sweets to give.

But when you stepped foot inside his office, bento box and water bottle in hand, she was nowhere in sight.

Instead, you saw a much younger woman typing away at the monitor.

“Hi, there!” you greeted, a warm smile on your face as you peered at her name badge. Hayashi. “Did Sugiyama-san take the day off?”

She barely spared you a glance. “Sugiyama-san no longer works here. Are you lost or something?”

You let out a forced laughter. “No, I’m just looking for Katsuki– Ground Zero.”

The clicking sound of the keyboard stopped and Hayashi turned her attention to you, eyeing you up and down with what seemed like a disdainful look on her face. You blinked.

“Ground Zero isn’t doing any fan signings right now, sweetheart.”

Bristling at her condescending tone, the smile on your face slowly slipped. “Actually, sweetheart, I’m here to bring Kacchan his lunch.”

Hayashi narrowed her eyes. “We don’t accept food as fanmail, but you can always try the dumpster in the alleyway.”

“Excuse me?” you said, voice raised in a sharp tone. If this was Katsuki’s new receptionist, you were going to have to ask him who the fuck would give her the job. “This isn’t fanmail, this is his lunch which he forgot at our home! And even if it was fanmail, you have no right to be so rude to those who look up to Ground Zero and view him as–”

“I’m a little too busy for a lecture right now, miss,” she interrupted with a fake smile, turning back to her screen. “But you can put whatever you have to say in a letter.”

“Keep talking and I’ll put something up your–”

“What’s going on here?”

You froze at his voice, slowly turning your head to face a stern-looking Bakugou with his arms folded over his chest. The glare on his face directed towards his receptionist was so scalding, even you were sympathetic for her.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted with a smile, his gaze softening when his eyes met yours. “You forgot your–”

“Ground Zero!” Hayashi cut you off with a gasp, not seeming to realize the deep pile of shit she was already in. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

The wrinkle between Bakugou’s brow reappeared as he scowled at her. “What do you want?”

Not noticing his menacing look, she pointed her index finger at you and continued, “This lady stormed in here and starting making outrageous claims and threatening me! Can you believe that? What a bitch.”

Katsuki blinked.

You gaped. Not so much at her uncalled for words, but her unprofessionalism. Who would use that terminology in front of their boss?

“This lady you’re calling a bitch?” His eyes narrowed into slits. “She’s my wife.”

There was a moment of silence where the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bakugou was so angry you could hear the popping noises sounding from his forearms, and Hayashi’s face was a sickly pale when she realized the gravity of her words.

“Now, would you like to repeat what you just said, Hayashi?” he asked, voice low and biting.

She shook her head meekly. “N-No, Ground Zero, s-sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” With one final glower in her direction, Bakugou walked over to you, placing his warm hands on your upper arms and holding you close. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, greeting him with a quick peck on the cheek as you felt him begin to calm down. To ease the tension, you gave him a smile, holding up a neatly wrapped bento box in a red furoshiki. “You forgot your lunch again.”

With a short exhale of laughter, he accepted the food with a shake of his head.

“You have to make sure you’re eating well,” you scolded, patting his cheek gently. “If you keep forgetting your food, I’m going to start to think you’re doing it on purpose so I visit you more often.”

“I would never.”

“Sure, you wouldn’t.”

He rolled his eyes, but his annoyed look didn’t seem as genuine when there was a smile threatening to form on his face. “Want to head up to my office for lunch? I can call off work early and we can go home after.”

You beamed, lighting up at the idea of Katsuki taking a much needed break from work, even if just for a few hours. “Sounds perfect.”

As you intertwined your fingers with his and walked out of the foyer, Bakugou turned around and called for his receptionist.

“Oh– Right. Hayashi?”

She bolted upright, smoothing her hair down with a cautious look. “Yes, sir?”

“You’re fired.”

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