#sw x male reader

[jhuzen]

Hi! I'm here to request a Blade x m.reader(fluff, with a bit of angst). Since you said you're open👀.

I've got an idea. Blade gives like the old black cat energy vibes, and maybe what if he got clingyyyyyy, like so clingy, to the point even he is surprised. That's understandable for some point, cause he's got little to no attention in his past years, after he forgot everything(poor little Bladie)

But who am I to deny Bladie's attention, right? Haha. I really like how u do a bit of headcanons first and then a little fic in the end.

(Can i be anon K, hehe?🤪)

feline care [m.reader]

can you tell how much i love this man? ty ty nonnie K, lysm for this wonderful bladie request,,, jUST A FEW MORE WEEKS, WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER, MKAY? hang in there <3

𖦹 blade being a cat-aligned man, subtle clinginess and yet no one calls him out for it, mentions of his past (i’ll try not to spoil too much), a tiny pinch of angst, and a spoonful of fluff, bittersweet on some parts (only because i mentioned the word bittersweet lmao)

It’s agreed upon everyone who has known you and Blade that… Blade is a cat more than a man, and you are a scratching post more than his lover.

Not that you’re always covered in scratches (though you have left your shared room in that state on some occasions). It’s more of the premise that he’s almost always latched onto you. It was odd for the others. Even Silver Wolf looks up from her game, baffled to see that when you’re briefing the mission from Elio, somewhere beside you, Blade has his hand on your hip. Kafka sometimes gets interrupted in her gossips with you when Blade sits down without warning beside you. She doesn’t mind from then on. Sam and Elio share the same experiences too.

He just… intervenes silently. Like a cat suddenly demanding your attention while you’re busy and he does it wordlessly and for some reason, no one questions him about it. In the middle of conversations, in the middle of meals, if you’re with someone, Blade does not care and will slide in beside you.

Blade has this primal need to just be beside you, to have a part of him touching you. His shoulder against yours, his hand on your back, heck, even a strand of his hair on yours, it’s more than enough.

No one points it out to him, but he’s the one who slowly came to the realization that he’s being… a little too touchy, a little too clingy than what was normally expected from him. Of course he has his own self-awareness, but it’s just that he’s so drowned and enticed with your presence, it takes him awhile to realize that sort of thing.

He’s a recluse, and often kept to himself. He only follows his comrades and will protect them if necessary, you included. But ever since you’ve propositioned a life of partnership with him — not just any partnership, it’s one that comes with your unbridled love and adoration for him, suddenly he’s reaching out some more to you, sticking some more beside you, needing even just a measly lick of attention from you.

Blade appreciates how you let him do as he wishes. You acknowledge him but not so much that it makes him feel standoffish towards you. It reassures him that he isn’t overstepping. (Though really, you’d love to tease him about it, you know it’ll quickly scare him away and you’ll be deprived of feeling his touches for awhile. It has happened once and you won’t let it happen again).

But it’s his touches that show just how much appreciation he has for the love that you can give him. You love him regardless of his past and how he came to be. And it just… shows how much undying devotion he has for you.

He’s a cat alright, it took you a long time to gain his trust, much less have him speak to you when he was officially onboard with you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters. But the payoff is so satisfying with how he returns every effort you’ve exerted to get close to him. Now that you did your job, it was his turn to keep you close to him. You did it, and now he wants to be yours without a single question from anyone out there.

However there are bouts of isolation that keeps you from seeing him. It’s those times when he mulls over the things he went through. From Jingliu’s torment, to the betrayal of his fellow comrades to him. And instead of seeking you, he becomes this ball of contempt that slowly consumes him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to be near you even if he wanted to because he’s not so hot on the idea of always associating you in his time of need. He has this sense of duty that when he presents himself to you, that when he willingly hovers around you, he’s in his best, ready to protect you if needed.

And that’s where you normally work your magic.

“Dearest~” Kafka coos from behind you, and with her was Silver Wolf, playing on her games.

Currently, the ship is embarked on a random planet, just a little stopover before continuing on your journeys to hunt Stellarons and aid Elio in his… incredible fascination in being the slave of destiny. And right about now, you were in charge with looking over the next world you and your little crew of misfits are about to pay a little visit to, (perhaps also terrorize).

You grunted in acknowledge from your spot, eyes never leaving the holograms that wafted around your entire space. It was hard work, alright. Sometimes you wonder if Elio is a bitter single that refuses you to even spend some time with your beloved just for a short while.

“Seen Bladie around? Silver Wolf and I are heading down to shop around, might you and your beloved be interested in some fun with us?” Kafka’s eyes crinkle as she looked at you, despite the fact that you weren’t facing her. You can hear the smile in her voice anyway.

You suddenly perk up at the thought. It was strange — Blade wasn’t around for the entire day. Normally he was hovering around you, a hand on your hip while he leaned in with absent subtlety, watching you work in silence. But today… your body barely felt the warmth of his touches, and you were sure you woke up beside him just fine.

Finally did your eyes leave the information, swiping a hand on the projected holograms of information, watching it dissipate into air while you looked at the girls. You cocked your head to the side, all too confused.

“You mean he wasn’t around you guys?”

Silver Wolf only looked at you with the evident exasperation on her face, “He’s basically attached to you 24/7. What makes you think he’ll even come to us?”

Raising a hand in surrender, you only brushed off Silver Wolf’s petty sass, “Okay, okay. Alright.” You brought out your phone, scrolling through the contacts to see if Blade sent you any messages.

It wasn’t even a surprise to see that he has none to say. He was one of those that preferred… coming to see you to talk to you… even if it meant getting the scare of your life after flicking the lights to your bedroom on, only to see him sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at you with anticipation.

It was cute… but your heart that day disagrees.

You pocketed your phone after, “I’ll check around. Maybe Elio had him do something.”

Kafka nods along, “Come and have fun with us if you can, hm? Of course… that is unless if you find fun with each other first.” She cackles at the disgruntled look on yours and Silver Wolf’s faces.

“Gross.”

“Yeah, I agree with the kid.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before waving them off, letting them off the ship while you went off in the other direction, eager to look for Blade.

You’ve searched everywhere, and even went high and low, leaving the one and only unlikely place for Blade to be in since he got with you — his very own room. You can’t seem to recall how your rare invites for him to sleep over soon turned into you constantly waking up with him nestled in your arms while he slept peacefully. The line was very blurry by then, and it was the least of your worries by now.

The door to Blade’s room slid as you entered.

“Aeons, it’s bloody dark in here,” you flicked the lights on with much struggle. “Blade, a— AH—!”

There goes your second heart attack for your lifetime.

Blade was unfazed as he sat on the edge of the bed like the last time, also looking at the door, now right at you as you stood by the door frame, clutching your rapidly beating heart that thudded against your chest.

Your heart quickened in a different way as soon as you saw the faraway look in his eyes. And one too many times, it broke your heart when his eyes expressed such sadness. You didn’t know much, you never asked, you never could stomach seeing him bring out his likely suppressed memories of the past just to satisfy the curiosity you’ve had. All you knew is that he has been through a lot, so much that he only considers himself as a weapon without regard of who he was or what his name was even.

You slowly idled as the unused bed dips in your added weight when you sat beside him. Hands on your lap, gracious enough to give him space until he reels himself back in. That was your little Blade protocol. As long as he isn’t too far gone, you’re ready to express the fact that you are willing to wait for him. Your gaze finds the emptiness of Blade’s room a little too bittersweet — that he had little to no possessions to express who he is, but at the same time a reminder that he vacated this lonely room and migrated to yours.

And while you mulled over the emptiness, Blade was slowly coming into his senses. His mind is in pieces with barely anything but the sharp sting of betrayal from his comrades, the pain he succumbed to under that woman, and the revenge that burdened him as he awaited the day he gets to Xianzhou Luofo to make them all pay the price.

He blinks, suddenly aware of the warmth beside him and he looked to his left to see you, and like a cat, he’s spooked. He stiffened up quick and almost stood up if your hand hadn’t held him down as it quickly landed on his thigh.

“What’s up with you and sitting silently in dark rooms? Seriously, even Silver Wolf’s getting spooked. Did you pick that up from Kafka?” You laughed — not even a mention of what he was thinking about, or what has gotten him all knotted up. Just the way he likes it.

You don’t ask questions, but your warmth invites him to tell you everything that he knows.

Blade only scoffed but a ghostly smile was on his lips. “I like to think without hearing you mumble about what to eat. Is food all you think about?”

“I’m not the one constantly latched onto someone’s hip almost everyday.” You called him out quick and he gave you a look of hesitance. Uncertainty flashes through his normally sharp cold eyes and you were quick to reel him back in. “Not like it’s a problem or anything. Seriously, you’re quicker to spook than a cat. Don’t be so skittish, you’ve seen me without clothes before.”

Blade groaned as he pressed his palm against your mouth, “Quit yammering about things like that.” As blissful as those memories were, the last time you were caught talking about something, Sam overheard, Blade refused to leave your shared room, and you had terrible scratch somewhere along your neck.

Even in the emptiness, you found your bliss beside him and Blade mirrored your sentiments. Even more so when you would shower him in the attention that he so desperately needs without having to beg for it.

You wordlessly watched as he stood up from the edge of the bed. You had every inkling to stop, but you also understood that Blade comes to you when he’s ready. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep him around and show him an ounce of comfort that he himself clearly needs. But you were stunned when he turned to you and drops to the floor, on his knees.

“Uh…”

Blade doesn’t speak when his head finds itself on your lap, cheek on your thigh while he refused to look at you.

But when he did, there was a silent plea. To soothe his aches with your loving touch, to comfort him with the smile that finds captures every starlight in existence. You only complied with a minuscule smile as your fingers slowly threaded through his luscious dark hair, fingertips soothingly massaging his scalp.

You relished in the sigh that escaped his lips as he melted in your touch, his head lolling in your lap.

“…Our shampoo does more wonders to your hair than mine.” You commented with a tiny pout and he only grunted in response. He’d rather you talk to him until he forgets that painful void in his chest after being betrayed by his comrades. “Or maybe you’re just naturally perfect, huh?”

“‘M not…” his response was muffled, but you understood nonetheless.

“You are.” You insisted with another grin as you continued to pamper him with your gentle touches. You could see the way his shoulders visibly released tension, his form going slack as he indulged in the comfort you offered.

You stayed in silence with him, the static atmosphere in the room no more than suffocating as you made sure your love and devotion reached him as much as he did yours.

And suddenly, your hand gravitates from his head down to his other cheek, caressing it ever so gently. Your featherlight touch soothes his core deeply and he could only let his lips curl up into a small satisfied smile.

Your hand moved down further until you scratched the underside of his chin.

And a purr rumbles from Blade’s chest.

You stopped and his eyes snapped open as the realization hits you both like the Astral Express. He hurriedly looked up to you and sure enough, there was an ecstatic grin plastered on your pretty face.

“Wh—”

“Don’t.”

…And so you don’t. For now at least.

#and they never went to hangout with kafka and sw #u just forgot about it when u found out ur bladie purrs #trust that it will be a blackmail material #ADIAMDIMSIDV. I NEED BLADE RN OR IM GONNA EXPLODE #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #jhuzen’s stupid scenarios #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #blade x male reader

[ttzamara]

Truth or Truth

(Tech x Reader (18+))

(Warnings: SMUT, Minors DNI, Sub!Tech x reader, P in V, unsafe sex (Wrap it before you tap it kids), oral, masturbation, tit fucking, slight choking, language, Alcohol consumption) !English is not my first language!

I take requests for the CW/TBB Boys! (:

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79's was full. With 3 battalions present who had just arrived or had recently returned, the bar was even more crowded than usual, but who could blame them?

The atmosphere was good, drunk regs getting more and more drunk, many regs dancing with the other guests, couples making out in front of the toilets and couples just waiting to leave this bar to throw themselves at each other.

It wasn't often that Clone force 99 was on Coruscant and even less that they liked to have fun around the Regs, but the Clone Bar was always the perfect place to have fun. Since Wrecker had begged for 17 standard days that we would go here and had even remarked that he would buy the first round, none of you had said no, of course. Who would say no to free drinks?

The boys and you had already drunk a lot. Hunter was about to pass out, but who could blame him, his senses were the most sensitive, but that didn't stop a pretty drunk Wrecker, a pretty tipsy Tech and a drunk Echo from teasing him and getting him even more drunk. Crosshair also teased him for a while, but after a while and a poke in the ribs from you, he turned away and started talking to you.

"We have never seen you in a dress before".

he said and sipped at his drink while pointing at your dark red dress.

"I've never really had a dress before, my little sister gave it to me for my birthday and since it's been hanging in my closet for a while I thought I should try it on."

you said and crossed your legs while looking over at the others.

"And the dress doesn't happen to be in our squad's red because of one of my brothers," he said with a teasing smirk, looking over at his brother before looking at you with a grin.

"First of all Cross, the dress is in the color because I got it after I joined you guys and the dress isn't for Tech either."

you said, noticing how Crosshair looked at his brother. Fortunately, the others were still involved in their own conversation and didn't notice what you were talking about.

"I never said I was talking about Tech."

he said, taking a sip of his drink while leaning back with a grin. Shit.

"Neither did I, but why don't you drink alcohol at all?"

Your poor attempt to change the topic of this conversation didn't go unnoticed by him and Crosshair, the little shit, was about to protest when Wrecker suddenly spoke up.

"We should play truth or dare!"

He said loudly and grinned at all of you. Echo groaned and looked annoyed at Wrecker and Tech didn't look too convinced either, Hunter looked at wrecker and nodded his head grinning. That boy was really drunk to the core.

"Truth or dare? I don't think is a good idea when we, especially hunter, are so drunk"

you said, looking at the long-haired sergeant who was glaring at you. The others Echo, Tech and also Crosshair nodded while Wrecker looked pouting at Hunter.

"Then truth or truth"

Wrecker said, and he and Hunter looked at you pleadingly. The others didn't seem so averse to the idea and looked at you too.

"We can play truth or truth, but on the marauder...I don't think it would go well here."

you said, pointing to the crowded area, which was getting more crowded the later it got.

The others agreed and finished the rest of their drinks before everyone got up and headed to 79's entrance to finally head out. The booth you were sitting in was occupied right after you got up, a bunch of wolfpack boys sliding directly into the seats and grinning at you.

The air outside the club was refreshing in contrast to the sweaty alcoholic air inside. Hunter put an arm around you with a grin and gave you a peck on the cheek.

"Glad you came along."

he slurred, looking at you happily. It's a wonder what alcohol does to people, but the guys deserve it after being off-world for the last 213 standard days.

The Marauder was cooler than usual after Echo left the door open so 'maybe the stench would go away a little' which of course it didn't.

After Tech turned on some lights and Crosshair got some leftover alcohol so you guys could still drink, everyone sat on the floor in a circle.

"Alright, I'll start. Echo how's it going with the Twi'Lek you once told us about?"

Said Wrecker and everyone looked at a blushing Echo who scratched his neck in embarrassment. Had he told you that?

"It's going quite well, she's unfortunately not on Coruscant at the moment but we keep in touch."

he said and smiled a little, she really seemed to be something special for him.

"Okay, uh, Hunter, where's the weirdest place you've had sex?"

Asked Echo and you looked at him slightly shocked, that was a pretty quick 180° turn and then from Echo? geez.

Hunter grinned and took a sip of his spotchka.

"Probably in the warehouse of the clinic"

"The clinic warehouse? That's not very clean, especially for the medical stuff."

Tech said and looked at his brother critically, of course he would think about it despite his drunken state. Typical

"Oh shush. but now that you mention it so nicely tech, one thing you're into when you're having sex."

the sergeant said with a grin and looked at his brother knowingly. Oh maker, what was he up to now?

Tech mumbled something under his breath. Hunter looked wide-eyed at his brother, shocked at what he had just heard.

"What did you say, Tech? I'm afraid we couldn't hear."

Crosshair said, smirking at him. The little shit knew exactly what his brother had said, a thing confessed one night under high alcohol influence, a thing that he would never forget.

Tech glared at his youngest brother and narrowed his eyes before sighing in annoyance.

"I said, I like overstimulation."

Hunter started to protest, but he didn't say what Tech had actually just said, knowing that it apparently made him uncomfortable.

"Wrecker, have you ever caught one of us doing something but never said you saw it?"

Tech said, grinning slightly at Crosshair, who was now looking at the genius with a firm look. Wrecker, however, didn't notice the somber exchange of glances and sat up straight.

"I once caught Crosshair having sex on Echo's bed."

The aforementioned brother spat out his spotchka and looked at the gray-haired sniper, who gave Wrecker a sour look.

"On my bed?! Why would u even do that?!?"

Echo asked, looking at his brother with a bitter look. There was so much he had already experienced because of Fives and now he was experiencing that again here?

Crosshair sighed in annoyance and looked to Echo.

"Calm down, I changed all the sheets afterwards."

You wondered if that was true? But it seemed to calm Echo down.

" It's my turn, (y/n) have you ever had a thing with one of the regs?"

Wrecker asked, looking at you curiously. The others also looked at you with interest.

You were constantly on the move within different battalions during your training as a combat medic. Mostly with the Foxtrot guys, but you also saw the Torent Company, the wolfpack and the Corrie Guard men.

"With one, yes."

You said and smiled ashamedly. The guys looked at you with open mouths, knowing that they didn't really like any of the Regs, it was a little awkward to tell them.

"Anyway, Crosshair have you ever been rejected by anyone?"

You asked and looked at him questioningly, he had a big ego and that was one of the questions that tugged at it. Too embarrassing that he would ever actually admit such a thing.

"No."

He said and a slight blush rose to his ears as he turned his gaze to his glass. Hunter chuckled and looked amused at his youngest brother, who then looked at him fiercely.

"(y/n) which of the regs did you sleep with?"

Crosshair fired at you, now looking at you with a smirk. Maker, you should have known he was going to ask you again and this time you couldn't even avoid the question.

"One of the Foxtrot boys from the 212th battalion."

Crosshair looked at you with raised eyebrows and leaned his head slightly to the side. You sighed

"Captain Gregor."

"Don't I know him."

Echo said and the others nodded in agreement, phew! Crosshair shook his head in disgust and filled his glass with another drink.

Gregor was a good friend, maybe a little more than a friend, but the others didn't need to know that and after he was killed on Abafar it wasn't something you liked to talk about anyway.

"Tech, what do you look for in partners?"

you asked the genius sitting to your right, noticing how he momentarily stiffened.

"Uhh, My partner should get along well with my brothers, be loyal, be helpful, be kind-hearted, be interested in what people around her are interested in, and preferably also be intelligent, so she usually understands what I'm saying. Especially since intelligence is quite attractive in general"

Answered the brown-haired man and the redness rose up his face. Crosshair looked at him for a moment before his eyes widened briefly and looked over at you.

Tech looked up at you briefly and smiled nervously at you. Cute how he talked about this topic and he was right with the statement. Intelligence is sexy.

The evening continued with some embarrassing but also funny questions and at a certain point you leaned your head slightly against Tech's shoulder.

Tech briefly looked down at you to see if you were still awake or already asleep, but you seemed wide awake. A slight red glow on your cheeks from the alcohol and slightly smeared make-up around your eyes from all the laughing, but you were as beautiful as ever.

The brown-haired man put his left hand lightly on your thigh, just above the knee, so as not to cross a line that would make you uncomfortable in any way.

You clutched his arm lightly with your right arm and looked up at him for a moment, only to see that he was already staring at you.

But you didn't think anything of it, too carried away by the alcohol that you only grinned at him and then continued to focus on the game.

"Tech, when was the last time you masturbated?"

Hunter asked, even drunker than he was earlier in the club, but clearly more awake.

"Twenty-three standard days ago."

He said matter-of-factly and looked up.

"Twenty-three days ago? That long?"

Wrecker said shocked and you giggled at his astonishment, it seemed the rest of them were really a bunch of rabbit's that couldn't go long without sexual interaction.

"Yes, Twenty-three standard days. masturbation does have some health benefits like boosting your immune system by increasing cortisol, lifting your mood by releasing dopamine and oxytocin, and also helping you fall asleep by releasing serotonin, prolactin and also oxytocin to the brain. Nevertheless, I do not see it as an importance.

He said and then took a sip of his drink, While the others just looked at him stupidly.

"Sleep, one of the things you might want to consider sometime when we're on missions."

you said, lifting your head from his shoulder to look at him urgently. He just shook his head and looked at echo.

"Echo, have you ever used your scomp-link for anything else?"

Tech now asked, looking knowingly at a blushing Echo. Echo looked sheepishly at the ceiling of the ship and the other guys burst out laughing.

You, too, couldn't help but smile in amusement. Tech rolled his eyes mockingly, but relaxed again when he noticed how you unconsciously began to draw shapes on the back of his hand with your fingers.

Echo cleared his throat and looked apologetically at Tech, knowing that he was the one who always cleaned and repaired his scomp-link. Echo looked from you to Tech and spoke:

"(y/n) what is your favorite sex position?"

Your unconscious movement stopped briefly but started again after a few seconds.

"Mhh, I would say cowgirl?"

Tech inwardly choked on his breath. Cowgirl?

Oh maker, the thought of what you would look like riding him suddenly entered his head.

How he would hold your hips while you would slowly move up and down, how you would look into his eyes, with those beautiful (e/c) eyes. He loved your eyes so much, so much that he could drown in them for hours.

He loved so much how your eyes gleam with interest while you listen to him, how they glare at him when he hasn't closed his eyes all night. How they would stare at him worriedly when he was somehow injured during a fight. Oh those eyes

He inwardly insulted himself as he felt a familiar warmth move down his spine. But the thought of you dropping your head back and pinching your eyes shut as you moan his name never left his mind.

He glanced briefly over at Hunter, curious if he had noticed any of his brother's arousal, but the long-haired sergeant was far too drunk and too busy to nod of on his brothers shoulder to realize anything.

He straightened up slightly and crossed his legs to hide his hard-on, afterwards he looked down at you sitting there and leaning against him, enjoying yourself with his brothers.

Tech was the last to really befriend you, too jealous of the new intelligent member who was getting all the attention from his brothers. But after a while you started hanging out with him and asked him questions, but what surprised him more was that you were actually listening.

A loud yawn interrupted the conversation and wrecker looked at the clock next to the fresher door. 04:37am

"That was a great evening, good night".

Wrecker stood up and looked at all of us, only then noticing how hunter was asleep hanging on Crosshair's shoulder. Sighing he stepped over one of the glasses to pick up the sleeping sergeant and carry him to his bunk.

"Well then I'll say goodbye for today too, I have to check in with the clinic again tomorrow or today whatever, so we can restock for the next mission."

you said and slowly stood up while leaning on Tech's shoulder. Tech held your leg momentarily as you stumbled slightly and you gave him a grateful smile.

After you went to the bunks, the other two stood up as well.

"Aren't you going to bed Tech?"

Echo asked, looking at his brother questioningly, but he remained sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and picked up his datapad.

"No, not yet, I wanted to do some calcuations."

He said and turned his attention to the device. Echo sighed, but then walked wearily to the back of the ship. Crosshair looked at his older brother with a grin.

"And you don't stay seated because a random word earlier took you completely out of the world?"

Crosshair asked mockingly, pointing at Tech's crossed legs with a grin. Tech looked up at his brother with red cheeks.

"Nothing threw me out of the world."

He said stubbornly and looked Crosshair firmly in the eye. Said brother chuckled teasingly and leaned against the wall.

"Oh yeah, sorry, you didn't stare at her for a good 10 minutes while getting a boner and then crossed your legs even though we both know you hate sitting like that."

he said, taking his toothpick out of his mouth to flick it at him. Tech sneered and looked annoyed at his brother.

"Oh, before I forget, she loves giving head!"

Crosshair said, grinning and looking at his brother who grunted and clenched his eyes tightly shut.

"Copaani mirshmure'cye, osi'kovid? Usen'ye!!!" (Are you looking for a smack in the face, shithead? Go away!!!)

Tech said and looked sourly at the silver-haired sniper, who just laughed and joined the others in bed.

After Crosshair left, Tech went to the cockpit. Why would he even say that when he knows how Tech felt about you, of course he was aware that his arousal amused the sniper, but c'mon.

Tech closed the cockpit door and sat down in the pilot's chair, but the calculations he wanted to make didn't make any sense in his head.

All the attention that had once been focused on his datapad was now on his brother's words. 'she loves giving head' 'she loves giving head' 'she loves giving head' MAKER!

He put his datapad on his thigh and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping he could focus again. But all he could think of were those words.

He sighed in defeat, but it had been Twenty-three days since he had been able to relax for the last time. Too busy with his projects, too busy with the last mission and more importantly, too little privacy. The chance that he would be caught was too high, but now that everyone was pretty drunk he was sure that all of you would be fast asleep.

He closed his eyes and leaned further back in the chair before taking his goggles off his head and rubbing his hands over his eyes. The cockpit was pitch black, he almost couldn't even see his own hand, because apart from the small blinking light from his glasses, not a single light was on in the ship or even in the hangar.

He was not the biggest fan of alcohol, but he enjoyed the peaceful time with you and his brothers even more, especially with you. The dress you wore looked stunning.

And when you leaned against him during the game he could have sworn that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. The places where you touched felt cold and he longed for your touch.

The way you kept looking up at him during the game made him crazy, He always knew your eyes were beautiful, But the difference between knowing it and seeing them in person is the difference between dreaming of flying and flight.

Tech's thoughts stopped at your eyes. And there were those words again, once dispelled but they reappeared and he couldn't even complain about it. 'She loves giving head'

His eyes were still closed, too deep in his dreams and instead of resurfacing he let himself fall.

His right hand slid slowly to his pants and he slid with little pressure over the bulge that pressed firmly against the fabric of his blacks. A soft grunt fell over his lips before he sighed softly.

He slid his hand under the fabric of his blacks and ran his finger over the wet tip of his cock to spread the precum slightly. He took his hand off his pants to spit on it and with his other hand pulled the pants down to the end of his shaft.

The cold air sent goose bumps over his body, but he couldn't care less. He began to stroke his cock up and down with his right hand, the saliva smoothing the movement. A satisfied grunt left his mouth and his eyes closed tighter.

He imagined you sitting on your knees in front of him, looking at him with sparkling eyes as you stroked his cock with firm movements and gave him one of your breathtaking smiles. A breathy moan escaped his lips, louder than before, and his hips began to move in rhythm with his hand.

Tech saw you lick his cock from base to tip before you took his tip in your mouth and started sucking lightly. His hand moved faster and he began to moan softly, his other hand slid lightly over his nipples and an electric shock traveled down his back, eliciting a louder moan.

"Shit!"

he whimpered and his left hand went down to his balls to play lightly with them. A loud moan escaped his lips and his back arched against the seat.

His movements became faster and faster, Tech imagined you saying his name and taking his cock deeper into your mouth, your hands slowly moving up his thighs until you could start fondling his balls with one hand and start following the movements of your mouth with the other.

"Oh god, please"

His breathing became more frantic and he felt so close, the band in his stomach tightened more and more his leg started to wobble up and down, causing the datapad to fall off his leg and hit the floor with a loud thud.

His hands became faster, more irregular and he had to pull himself together to keep his moans as quiet as possible. His whimpering came uncontrollably and his head fell back with a gasp.

"Oh god (y/n) please, fuck."

His rhythm faltered and stopped, only hearing the squelshing sound of his hand moving and the knot pulled tight, tighter tighter tighter and he prepared to let go. His hand passed over his nipples again and he was read-.

"Tech?"

You asked, knocking on the cockpit door. Tech, startled, dropped his hand from his cock and whimpered, he was so close. Shit

He quickly put his cock back into his pants and cleared his throat, the pulsing sensation against the fabric of his pants was almost painful. He picked up the datapad and took it firmly in his hand

"Mhh?"

He said quietly through the cockpit door and with a whoosh the door opened. You stepped in through the door and squinted your eyes slightly to make him out in the darkness.

"Are you okay? I just heard a loud thud when I came out of the Feesher."

You asked, walking slowly in his direction, careful not to trip over anything.

Tech slowly turned around to you and saw the shirt you were wearing, were you just wearing the shirt? The twitch of his cock in his pants pulled him out of his thoughts, he carefully leaned the datapad over his pelvis.

"Yes everything is okay, I just accidentally dropped the datapad".

He answered your question and you leaned skeptically against the co-pilot seat. It was still dark, but your eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to see that his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was relatively quick.

"Okay, I can't really sleep, wrecker's snoring is incredibly loud... it's a wonder the others can sleep at all, but with the amount they've all been drinking it's not that unlikely."

you said and carefully took his goggles from the seat and put them on the seat behind the pilot seat before sliding into the seat next to him.

Tech was silent, his erection pressed firmly against the fabric of his pants and his leg began to wiggle up and down again.

For a while it was just silent and Tech didn't even have a clue what he was doing, he had been staring at the same page for a good 10 minutes and the light from the device falling on his face disturbed him somehow.

"Tech"

you said softly and Tech flinched, the memory of his earlier imagination almost making him grunt. He turned slightly in your direction and looked at you, you were sitting on the chair with your head leaning back and your gaze fixed on the hangar.

He indicated with his hand that you had his attention, watching you blink rapidly and chew lightly on your lip before clearing your throat.

"You said my name earlier."

The brown haired man looked at you in panic, his hands started to sweat and the datapad in his hand was about to fall out of his hand again until you took it out of his hand.

"It doesn't bother me, you know?"

you said and leaned out a bit to look at him with a piercing gaze. Tech's mouth dropped open, did you really just say that?

"What were you thinking about?"

He had never heard you speak so boldly before, and only now did he notice that you had a clear view of his bulge. He had noticed in a panic that the datapad you had taken away from him was the only thing covering his cock.

He cleared his throat and looked at you sheepishly.

"I- Uh. Well after you asked what your favorite sex position was earlier I couldn't think of anything else and Crosshair said something earlier too and since then I couldn't get it out of my head and then- well yeah."

"What were you thinking about?"

you said again and Tech realized that you really wanted to know what he was thinking about while he was moaning your name.

"I imagined you kneeling in front of me."

he said softly and scratched his neck while watching you. But you showed no reaction, he was afraid he had crossed a line and just as you started to get up he started to apologize, but you moved in front of him.

Your knees touched his and Tech fell silent. He looked up at you nervously waiting for something, anything, a twitch of your eyes but nothing.

Until you suddenly started to grin.

The brown-haired man leaned his head to the side and looked at you in confusion. His eyes widened when he saw you kneeling in front of him.

"Wha-"

"Like this?"

You asked with a slight smile, oh god that smile. Tech shuddered in his seat and nodded speechlessly.

"And then what?"

"You started jerking me off."

He said and his leg bobbed up and down nervously. He watched as you ran your hands up his thighs and looked at him questioningly, after he nodded you carefully tugged down his blacks.

His cock stood up proudly and slapped lightly against his abdomen. Tech grunted slightly as you brought your hand lightly to his shaft. His cock was nice, a little longer than average but not too long, a little wider but not too thick.

You spit lightly into your hand and began stroking it slowly up and down. Tech grunted in satisfaction and looked at you with a hooded gaze.

"Please faster!"

He begged you and bucked his hips forward slightly. You giggled slightly and quickened your movements, a breathy moan slipping over his lips.

Your touch felt so incredibly intense. It triggered a much stronger feeling than he could ever create himself. Because after only a few minutes he was again so close to his release.

"I want to come, I want to come please?".

The brown haired man didn't know why he even asked, but his back arched strongly away from the seat and he felt like his back was about to break. His head pressed tightly against the back of the seat and his eyes squinted tightly shut.

Your movements became faster and one of your hands began to play firmly with his balls. A high-pitched moan came deep from his throat and he began to moan uncontrollably. He muttered broken words under his breath and he gasped.

Your hands didn't break their rhythm and Tech could feel the knot tighten tighter than ever.

"Look at me Tech."

He looked down at you hesitantly his eyes fell shut and you lightly slapped one of his balls, tech whimpered before opening his eyes and looking at you.

"Cum for me Pretty boy"

The compliment and the way you said those words shot him right over the edge. Small breathy moans fell over his lips as his cum shot onto your hand and also onto his Shirt.

But your movements didn't stop and Tech twitched back and forth from the overstimulation and one of his hands tried to push your hand away from him. He heard a soft click and looked down at you again, still overwhelmed by the persistent movements.

In one of your hands were his stun-cuffs and he grunted in shock as you suddenly tied his hands tightly behind the chair.

"What are you doing?"

he asked, groaning again as you took your hand off him to lick his cum off your hand. He dropped his head back from the sight momentarily and groaned before looking at you again questioningly.

The brown haired man watched as you pulled your shirt over your head, you had no bra on, the look was divine. How you knelt in front of him in just your panties and looked at him with a smile.

"Ready for more?"

You asked softly and he nodded frantically which made you giggle. His cock was still hard and he twitched in anticipation of what was about to come.

You leaned forward slightly, your hair sliding in your face slightly, and licked a strip from his base up to the tip of his cock, tech shivering as you licked at his sensitive cock.

"How are the cuffs?"

You asked, looking at him with a gentle gaze. He jiggled them slightly and then looked down at you with a smile,

"They fit well, not too tight but not loose enough that I could free myself in any way. I must still say that I have a large desire to touch you".

he remarked and your hand closed around his cock. As long as he could talk normally the job wasn't finished, just the way he raised his eyebrow and looked at you with a lecturing look.

"If you look at it that way Tech, I'm touching you because my hand is currently around your cock".

blood shot up the brown haired man's cheeks and he looked at you sheepishly.

"I don't mean your touch in general. I mean me touching you- Ohhhh"

He groaned as you put his cock in your mouth. Definitely a way to shut him up.

Your mouth felt so warm, so wet and so soft... if that's what your mouth felt like, then how would you feel?

You began to take him deeper into your mouth until the tip of his mouth touched your throat, his hips bucked forward slightly causing you to gag. Tech apologized with a moan, but you didn't let him stop you and started moving your mouth up and down with a steady rhythm.

One of your hands pressed Tech's hips against the seat and he whimpered at the loss of movement. Your other hand began to jerk him off with the rhythm of your mouth and the brown-haired man's moans grew louder.

"You are so good, fuck more please".

he moaned and let his head fall back gasping, he was embaressed that he was so close again after such a short time, but your mouth was heavenly

Tech started to protest when you suddenly took your mouth off his shaft. But he fell silent as you changed your sitting position, sat upright on your knees so that your breasts were level with his pelvis and slid between his legs closer to him.

You let a drop of spit fall between your breasts and took tech his cock closer to you to stick it between your breasts. Tech growled at the feeling of your soft breasts around his cock.

"Come on pretty boy, fuck my tits".

Your voice was a little lower than usual and he could see your dilated pupils. The sight of you and his cock between your breasts was a sight for sore eyes.

The brown-haired man started to move his hips in a thrusting rhythm and his arms flexed behind the chair. Maker

Your hands pressed your breasts tightly together as Tech moved freely up and down, the tip of his cock touching your chin again and again, which is why after a short while you stuck your tongue out and licked the tip lightly.

Tech twitched as his release came closer and closer, he had never heard himself verbally like that before, but you felt so good in every way. He groaned as his rhythm got out of control and he began to thrust frantically up and down.

The heat tightened in his belly and the rope began to knot tightly, but just when he thought he could come, all stimulation was suddenly gone and he whimpered as he arched against the chair.

"No, no, no whyyyyyy?"

he asked whimpering and bucked his hips urgently in the air to get any kind of stimulation. You struck a warning blow on his thigh and he groaned.

"Aren't you going to ask if you can come now? That's not nice tech, only bad boys do that."

you said and stood up to take his chin in your hand. Tech swallowed nervously and looked pleadingly into your eyes.

"I can be a good boy, please."

he pleaded and tears began to form in his eyes as a result of the denied orgasm. You smiled proudly at him and brushed a loose strand of hair from his face.

"Please what?"

you asked mockingly, looking at him playful. But Tech didn't seem to catch your playful gaze and squeezed out a rough "Please ma'am."

"Can you also be good enough for me and come together with me? Can you be a good boy?"

you asked him and he nodded with a groan.

You threw your legs over his and sat down on the brown-haired man's lap. Your hand pulled his face down to you and you looked into his eyes.

His golden eyes were almost black, but they still radiated as much comfort as usual, his gaze softened to admiration as he stared at you. His gaze lowered to your lips

He was so incredibly handsome, you stroked his cheekbones and pulled him closer to you. Your lips were only a few centimeters apart, tech leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were soft and unlike the situation you were in, the kiss was slow, romantic, emotional and a strong feeling of happiness exploded in your stomach.

Your hands went under his shirt and you pulled it up slightly, but the handcuffs prevented you from taking off his last piece of clothing.

Tech giggled against your lips and you parted your lips from his, grinning. You leaned back past his waist to undo the cuffs and freed his hands. Tech rubbed his hands briefly, the red imprints of the handcuffs coming from all the pulling.

"You okay?"

you asked, looking at his joints to check for any permanent injuries. But Tech pulled his hands out of your grip and pulled his shirt over his head before placing his hands on your hips.

"I'm more than okay."

He said breathlessly, grinning as you relaxed despite his almost painful erection. But that didn't stop him from kissing you again, your tongue slipping into his mouth and fighting victoriously against his. He parted with a light sigh and looked at you sweetly.

You grinned at him before taking his cock in your hand, tugging your panties to the side and rubbing it against your wet entrance, Tech moaned and it got louder as you slowly inserted his cock.

"Shit, you feel so good Ma'am".

He said and dropped his head against the back of the seat, his hands tightening around your hips and he had to pull himself together not to come right away.

Your lips found his neck and pressed soft kisses against his throat, after a few kisses you slowly began to playfully nip and suck his neck. Knowing that you were leaving Marks turned him on even more than he already was and he slowly started grinding your hips against him.

The sensation made him growl and your facade dropped momentarily as a soft moan came from your mouth. Tech was sure he could hear that sound for the rest of his life without getting tired of it. Maker

You straightened up and slowly began to ride him, his grip on your hips loosened and one of his hands went down to your butt with a smack. His head straightened up and his lips enclosed one of your nipples to lick and suck on it. Tech moaned as your hands pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck and bit nekishly into the flesh above your nipple.

Your pace quickened and your lips found his again in a teeth-clashing, tongue-dancing kiss.

Tech started moaning uncontrollably with your movements and he moaned so loud that you thought the whole hangar could hear him.

"You have to be quiet for me Cyar'ika, or I have to get you to be more quiet,"

you said and the genius groaned at the term of endearment. But your warning seemed either not to interest him or just not possible for him.

Your hand found his throat and you pressed lightly against his airway. Tech looked at you with a hooded gaze before dropping his head back against the backrest and groaning breathlessly as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The fire in his belly was so close to exploding, he couldn't suppress his moan, and the new sensation of the encapsulation of his airway tightened the knot a bit more.

His hips began to thrust against your rhythm and his eyes rolled back into his skull. His moans began to break and scattered tears ran from his eyes, his breath was quite erratic and his normally neat hair strands stuck sporadically to his face.

"I can't, I need to cum please, Too much please, Shit"

he slurred and moaned loudly as you clenched around him. The sweat made you shine so extraordinarily erotic, he grunted harshly.

"Come for me ner karta"

you said softly and moved your fingers down to your clit to circle it tightly. You moaned Techs name desperately and that was all Tech needed to explode.

A way too loud moan of your name left his mouth and he arched away from the chair so hard you could hear it crack. He began to tremble and his breathing quickened frantically, too overstimulated to even notice that you came right after him.

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After the blackness disappeared from his eyes he looked around, you were no longer on him, nor beside him. Had he dreamed that?

A slight whoosh pulled him out of his daze and he saw you come into the cockpit with a glass, you already had your shirt on and were slowly walking towards tech.

"Hello love, are you okay? You were completely gone for a few minutes."

You said, looking at him with concern before putting the water glass in his hand.

"I've never been better"

he slurred tiredly and looked at you with an loving grin. You looked at him with a smile and stroked his hair out of his face.

You helped him get dressed, at least his greys, and then quietly helped him go to the back of the ship where the others were still snoring quietly or in wreckers case loudly.

"Sleep with me"

he whispered softly and pulled you to him by the hips. You put your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"You need a real night of sleep Cyar'ika and not just for a few hours".

you whispered and looked at him urgently

"I can sleep well when you are with me, please."

He whispered pleadingly and looked at you with wide eyes you sighed and nodded in agreement. But instead of following him to his bed you pulled him to yours. His bed was full of small stuff from his experiments and you certainly didn't want to sleep on it.

You lay down in the bed and Tech sat on the edge of your bed for a moment. His eyebrows drew together momentarily as he looked at Crosshair, no he had imagined that, he was asleep.

He turned over with a soft sigh and lay down with you, his arms hugging your hips and his head finding a place on your breasts.

"Sleep well ner sarad"

he whispered softly, you pressed him closer to you and noticed after a few minutes that he was fast asleep.

He looked so peaceful, he really needed the sleep and you could see it on his face. His wrinkles completely relaxed and non-existent, his breath calm and quiet, some drool ran out of the left corner of his mouth and you grinned slightly.

You sigh and close your eyes, you couldn't have asked for anything better. It may have been a bit much, but in the future it would go right.

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"Try to be louder next time, maybe all of Couscant will hear you".

said a harshly amused voice across from your bed.

"Not all of Coruscant, but the whole system."

said an annoyed voice below you.

You looked in shock at the silver haired sniper lying across your bed looking at you in amusement, he looked at you with wide eyes and imitated Tech with a playful moan.

Scattered mocking moans came from Crosshair and the boy under your bed and tech began to move slightly.

"Crosshair shut up and sleep and echo, I expect this from Crosshair and wrecker, maybe from hunter but not from you. You rat"

you whispered urgently and gave crosshair a fierce look, both of them started snickering.

"All of you shut the fuck up and sleep, this howling has kept me awake long enough."

Said the firm voice of an already Hungover Hunter. Oops

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{How Cody Falls Asleep and What That Says About Him}

Program: Just how he falls asleep when he's deployed and when he has the luxury of being at home in your arms. Where feels safe and loved.

Pairing: Cody x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Counselor Notes: After how many months??? I had it written out ... but I just didn't feel like posting it. Oopsies - well I had a shit week, so here's some comfort kind of.

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This man is out cold as soon as his head hits the pillow. As soon as his head sinks into the slightly plush pillow he snagged from your apartment, Cody completely relaxes and slips into a comfortable slumber.

He sleeps on his back with his armor stacked neatly by the corner of his bed closest to his head. One arm holds a pillow the blankets close to his chest as he trying to find a semblance of safety in the room that's supposed to be his escape from reality. But the bland durasteel walls always feel like they're closing in on him. The only exception is the inner wall his bed is against where photos of his friends and brothers are tapped close by.

Cody's a very light sleeper even though he falls asleep quickly. Unless it's his chronometer or someone familiar telling him to wake up, he jolts from his sleep if something unusual or alarming pulling him from his sleep.

Cody's ready to jump up and get going, he has to be with the nature of war. However, he much prefers to take his time in the mornings. He wants to ease into the day when he can. Either starting with a light workout or reading whatever fictional novel he can get his hands on.

His small travel trunk, that's supposed to hold datapads and supplies for himself, usually is filled mostly with all the books he collects on deployment. Carefully tucked in a corner surrounded by a blanket for padding, Cody has an analogue camera that he purchased on his first deployment. The first photo he took with it was of his batchmates when they were all on leave at the same time soon after.

When Cody's home on leave, everyone knows where to find him if they absolutely need him. Only in actually emergencies and not when Waxer reveals his lastest rescue tooka kitten to the 212th.

He'll pull you into his side when you spend the night together. Carefully tucking his chin on your head as one arm sneaks underneath your neck and the other rests across your middles. Loves to be the big spoon, because he can feel the two of you connect and slowly fall into your shared mundane routine once again.

Cannot stop himself from peppering you with soft, fleeting kisses. Across your shoulder where your sleep shirt slips off. Up your neck where he feels your pulse (his favorite spot since he can remind himself your alive and well and safe from everything wrong in the galaxy). From your jaw to your cheek bone to the crown of you head, until places a final lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Your bodies always gravitate towards one another. Always tangled in a mess by the time the sun rises through the curtained window of your Coruscant apartment.

The first night he returns home, Cody always pulls out one of his comfy shirts and lays it out for you for bed. One of his favorite moments in the day is when he wakes up and trails his fingertips feather light against your pj shorts and rests his hand on the dip of your torso where his top bunches up. He carefully grasps it in his hand and pulls your closer into him.

You know he's had a rough deployment when you wake up and find his body tilted and covering yours. Partially laying on top of you and rests his head in the crook of your shoulder, it's as if Cody's trying to subconsciously shield you from any dangers lurking in the dark.

-> Cody is never able to fully able to relax unless he's in a space that he knows is completely his own or shared with a loved one. -> Always on the defensive as he tries to think about how to be ready to protect those around him. -> Cody is a selfish man who keeps it to himself in order not to endanger anyone. He makes small sacrifices when he knows it's absolutely safe to do so. That way he can experience a moment of normalcy and what life is like outside the war. -> He's a patient and understanding man. That's why he's never upset when a new tooka kiten roams around the command center on the Starship or when a set of his spare blacks go missing until he fins them in the laundry pile. Cody, of all people, knows the struggle of trying to start a life or moment of joy during such a turbulent time, and he won't be the one to deny his brothers or lover that.

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Overcoming Fears

Darth Vader x Reader

Chapter Eight

-This was a random chapter, but I loved making it, and I hope you love reading it, so without further ado, Chapter Eight. *Yay*

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You walked down the long hallway towards the cafeteria. You were supposed to eat with a few of your colleagues today, but it wasn’t at the designated time for your sector’s lunch. This meant you would be eating with a squadron of snobby storm troopers too. In the halls they were tolerable because they feared being caught out of line, but no one of high authority ever came into the cafeteria, which meant they could do, and act however they pleased. You dreaded it, but it would have to work.

Stepping into the room, you could see the crowed tables, filled with troopers and helmets. Spotting your group, you made your way toward them, greeting the small group under the loud ruckus of the troopers.

“What are they on about?” One of your coworkers asked, practically having to yell. The troopers had seemed to be gathered around one other person, laughing at something.

“Hey, guys, guess who I am!” You could hear the one in the middle exclaim. “I’m tall and strong, and everyone will bow before me!” This time in a deeper, mocking voice. Through the clearing of a few troopers, you could see the one they were gathered around. He had a long, black sheet tied around his neck and a smaller black trash can over his helmet, that was painted to look like Darth Vaders mask. Holding in your laugh, you could see Perseus walk to you from one of the tables.

“Are you guys seeing this?!” He said, laughing, pointing back to the group.

“Yes, we did.” You replied, before introducing him to your coworkers. You both turned back to the crowd, watching for a moment more.

“You wanna go tattle?” Perseus whispered, leaning towards you.

“We’re not children…” you paused, “Let’s hurry before they put it up.” You both laughed as your hurried to the door and down the hall. “Lord Mira’s chambers are closer, I think we should tell her first.” You suggested.

“Whatever works.” Perseus smiled. You found your way to Lord Mira’s meditation room, not having a key, you knocked on the outer door of the room, hoping she was in there. The two of you stepped inside as the door slid open. Her dome’s top hissed as it lifted up. Mira’s chair turned around toward the entrance. She was sitting almost sideways in her seat, with her legs crossed, and her back to the corner of the chair. A mug balanced on the flat arm rest, and an open book laid in her lap.

“What is it, General?” She questioned, marking her page in the book, and placing it next to her mug.

“A few Stormtroopers are causing ruckus in cafeteria C. We thought you should know about it, so you may take care of it.” You announced.

“Well, if you walked all they way across the castle just to tell me this, if must be something serious.” She stood up from her seat, leaning on her left, uninjured, leg. She took her warm mug in her hand and limped down the ramp towards the two of you. “Lead the way, General.” You turned walking back to the door, followed with Perseus and Lord Mira, leading them to the cafeteria while she took brief, occasional, sips of whatever she had in her mug. Eventually you reached the door. An evil smile overtook your lips as you pressed the button to open the door. Stepping in you moved to the side along with Perseus, seeing the troopers were still mocking Vader.

“Get out of my way peasant!” The man called, pointing to one of the other troopers, and now breathing in an obnoxious tone, “You’ll ruin my dramatic entrance!”

Not being able to see what was happening in the middle of the circle, Mira approached it slowly, reaching the outer edge. One of the troopers in the back that she stepped to spun around, most likely thinking an officer came to try and stop their fun jokes. The trooper let out a small gasp, tapping the armour of the man in front of him as he stepped out of the way. The other man turned too, seeing the Sith, and moved out of her way. This continued till she had made her own path through the group and into the center. She stood opposite side of the circle than the mocker, staring at his new outfit.

“That’s nice, trooper.” She said in a low, sarcastic tone. The storm trooper who couldn’t hear very well, nor see at all with the bucket on his head, assumed it was one of the officers attempting to put an end to their mockery also.

“Oh yeah?” The trooper exclaimed, not knowing he was talking with Lord Mira, ”Well why don’t you come over here and we can make you a costume too. With that ugly voice of yours, you could be a great Lord Mira, cause I bet you look as bad as her too. Since she’s always thinking she’s the best thing in the galaxy! Strutting around like she owns the place! I bet we all could out do her in a fight too! That puny women!” The trooper laughed, briefly pointing in the direction of Mira. The other troopers had wished they could interfere or signal to their friend, who they guaranteed was about to die in front of them.

Lord Mira glanced around the circle at the men, who dared to move. She looked back to the brave man in front of her, starring at him for a moment. “Someone get that peice of shit of his head.” She growled, taking a sip from her mug. One of them men closer to him rushed to his friend, taking the can off of his head, and stepping back into line. The mocker still had his helmet on but even a non-force user could tell he went as pale as a ghost.

“Oh! My Lord, forgive me, we were just- it was a-“ she stepped closer to him, stopping a pace or two from him.

“You have exactly 30 seconds to give me a reason good enough not to make me smear your guts all over that wall behind you and make your dearest friends clean it up.” She hissed calmly, making most the troopers and officers in the room shiver at the thought of her threat.

“I- but it was just-“ he stuttered.

“Go.” She sipped her drink. He stuttered, nervous and not having an excuse for mocking two of the most powerful people in there galaxy. Mira glared up at him, holding her cup in her left hand.

“I swear I didn’t mean any of it!” He finally mustered out. “It was just a joke, I promise My Lord! I- I can make it up to you, just anything, please!”

“I did not ask for you pleas, I asked for a reason for you to ridicule Lord Vader and I.”

“We were just messing around! I swear!”

“You have ten seconds.” She moved back towards one of the tables, swatting away the troopers sitting on the top of it. She sat her cup down, turning back to the man. “Five.”

“My Lord I apologise for mocking you two, but I promise we were just joking around, I didn’t mean any of it! It won’t happen again!”

“Oh, I can assure you, soldier… it won’t.” She whispered. She grasped his neck through the force, lifting him up many feet of the group, as she took a few steps forward. The men on the edge of the circle stepped back. Without another word, the Sith crushed the man’s organs along with most of his bones, breaking the skin, which cause what even looked like a blood bomb. Showering the nearby troopers and mainly Lord Mira. She let go of what remained of the troopers body, letting it fall onto the floor in front of her, splattering another bit of blood onto herself. The pieces of the armour laid with the remains. Concerned whispers jumped through out the crowd. “Have I made myself clear?” She growled, glancing around her. “Or do we need another demonstration…?”

“No ma’am!” Most of the storm troopers called, or “No, My Lord.”

“Good.” She turned, taking her cup from the table and walking to the door. You could see she was completely covered with blood, which seemed to stand out on her black clothing, along with her face and hands. When she reached the door, she turned to you, placing her hand on your shoulder, “Thank you for informing me.” She smiled, removing her hand and walking out the door.

You looked over to Perseus who was already staring at you, “Well I suppose that is enough revenge for today.” You said with an awkward and guilty smile.

“Yes, I think it is- well- oh.” His eyes fell to your shoulder. Confused, you followed his gaze. A perfect, red, handprint was left on your uniform. “Do you think she did that on purpose?” He asked.

“I believe so.” The two of you returned to your group, explaining how you had gone to get Mira and how she left the hand print, while the troopers silently cleaned up the remains of their friend from the walls and floors, as Mira had promised. You and your workers, along with Perseus returned to your duties after that, with a smile and a story to tell.

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[commandertono]

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[feluka]

anyone else getting some weird shit in their ‘your tags’ tab with posts that aren’t tagged with any of your followed tags??

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[handsometheo]

I have risen from the grave!

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[hyunsvngs]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 - hwang hyunjin x gn!afab reader

wc: 5.3k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: casual sex w no strings attached, reader is afab but no gender-specific language/pronouns are used, background reader x minho, smut warnings under the cut.

synopsis: it was well established now that you were fucking your way around the frat. you hadn't intended to make hyunjin your next victim, but when you end up alone together, it seems like the perfect opportunity.

a/n: part four of our fratboy series, hot bitch summer!!! i really hope you all enjoy this bc i'm completely in love with our sweet, sensitive, artsy, pervy fratboy hyunjin <3

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sw: swearing, nude painting and photography, mutual masturbation, cumswapping, casual sex, a little bit of bickering, mentions of male x male sexual activity, very poetic descriptions of many types of genitals, hyunjin is a pervy little boy but still very lovely.

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You didn't know if you'd ever seen the frat house this quiet. Even with the red solo cups littering the coffee table, hoodies and shirts strewn over furniture, clear remnants of a recent rager, the place was almost peaceful. That was probably because it was mostly empty, though. Minho and Felix were helping out at the dance studio they frequented, Chan and Changbin were at the gym. Jisung was napping, which contributed to most of the peace and quiet. Jeongin was away visiting family, and you had no idea where Seungmin was - that man remained a mystery.

Hyunjin, however, was lounging on the couch in the lounge, sketchbook in his arms. It appeared that he would be your target for tonight. You leaned on the back of the sofa, looking over the boy's shoulder. "What are you drawing?"

Hyunjin yelped, clutching his sketchpad to his chest. "Jesus, Y/N! You scared the life out of me. I didn’t even know you were here tonight."

You couldn't help but laugh at the absolute terror that had flashed in his eyes when he looked back at you. You really hadn't meant to ambush him - honestly - but it had been entertaining nonetheless. "Sorry, Hyunjin," you apologised, not sounding very sorry at all. You reached over his shoulder and tapped his book. "Can I see?" 

"Um. No." He clutched the notebook closer to his chest. “Not this one.”

You rested your forearms on the back of the couch, leaning next to him. "How come? Are you shy?" 

"I'm not shy." He was looking ahead, but you didn't need to see him. You could hear the eye-roll in his voice. 

"Show me then!" you insisted, prodding his shoulder gently.

"This one is private, okay?"

"Private?" You fake-gasped. "Hyunjin, are you drawing dirty things? Are you a porn artist?"

"What? No!" He squirmed at the accusation.

"You're drawing nasty things, aren't you Hyunjin! It's not hentai, is it? Tentacle porn?" In all honesty, you wouldn't have cared, or judged him at all. But it was funny to play with him.

“Obviously not! I’m not Jisung.”

You snorted at his quip. “Okay, well… are there any drawings I can see?”

He pondered for a moment. “I guess so. You really wanna see?”

“Of course.” You knew Hyunjin was studying fine art, and you were aware that he spent the majority of his time in the makeshift art studio he called a bedroom, but you hadn’t really seen much of his work.

When he led you up there, you immediately understood why he’d want to spend his hours here. It was a cosy respite from the chaos that so regularly consumed the rest of the house. Strings of fairy lights came alive at the touch of a button, casting a warm glow on the space. An easel sat in the corner of the room, and most surfaces were lightly cluttered with various art supplies; notebooks, paintbrushes, pencils, as well as a few completed works. There was a vase of what looked like lavender; you breathed in and the scent confirmed it, sweet and gentle. 

“Take a seat,” Hyunjin murmured, before rifling through a pile of books. He tossed one into your lap as you sat on his bed, although you were a bit more preoccupied with watching him move around the room. He did everything so elegantly, despite his extra-long limbs; it wasn’t hard to tell he was a dancer. He sifted through a box of records, his fingers flipping through them deftly, before setting up a pale blue record player. You turned your attention to the book in your lap.

It seemed to be full of off-handed sketches. They were absolutely gorgeous, but you could tell he’d done them absent-mindedly as he observed the world around him. There was one of Felix and Jisung, cuddling on the couch. A sight you’d seen many times before, you had no doubt it had turned to play-fighting before Hyunjin had even finished his drawing. You flipped the page. A sketch of Changbin curling a weight, his bicep bulging - if Hyunjin had followed the man to the gym just to observe and draw him, you truly understood. You couldn’t help but gasp, as you turned the page once more. You and Minho, standing in the kitchen together, his arms wrapped around you as you beamed. You remembered the moment. He’d been attempting to make lunch, but you’d been rather successful at distracting him.

“Hyunjin, these are so beautiful,” you told him honestly, your heart swelling at the charm with which he captured such everyday moments.

He thanked you, looking a little bashful.

You took a break from flipping through his drawings to survey him for a moment.. He was different when he was sober. Most of the time you'd spent with him, he was near-blackout drunk - utterly white-girl wasted. He was the life of the party, really. Loud, giggly, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Maybe he was just one of those people who took some time to warm up to someone, you considered. You didn't doubt this, but beyond that… 

He just seemed so gentle. So sensitive, so sweet.

"You're… not the typical fratboy, are you?" 

Hyunjin looked over at you from the other side of the room. His eyes were so round, so innocent-looking. "What do you mean?"

You paused, choosing your words carefully. "You're just so lovely, Hyunjin." He blushed, looking away from you and resuming what he was doing - lighting a candle? - but he didn't speak. "Some of the other boys… great guys, don't get me wrong. But they have such fuckboy energy. Not you, though, Hyunjin. You're so sweet."

"Hmm," he hummed, appearing to think on your words. "I guess so. But…" he trailed off.

"But?" you asked. "I don't believe there's a but. Not with you, Hwang Hyunjin." 

His voice was barely above a whisper, hardly louder than the scratching of his pencil. "I'm still a man, Y/N."

You blinked. "Well, I've noticed that." 

Hyunjin shifted uncomfortably. "I'm just saying… men are all the same. Even if some seem nicer."

You placed the book on his bed, your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out what the fuck he was trying to say. "What are you getting at, Hyunjin?" 

"Don't judge a book by its cover, okay? Let's leave it at that." 

You hummed. "I don't want to leave it at that. I feel like you're hiding something now, and I wanna know what it is." Hyunjin stayed quiet, although you saw his jaw tense, noticed his cheeks redden. "So, if I shouldn't judge a book by its cover… does that mean you're not the sweet, kind, artsy boy I thought you were?"

"Well, no. I am those things. I'm just… other things, too."

“Other things?” you asked. You watched him light another candle. The cogs in your brain turned a mile a minute, trying to read the situation. The fairy lights, the candles, the record turning quietly. It all felt so sensual. He wasn’t trying to set the mood, was he? In all fairness, the boys had been constantly joking about how you were fucking your way around the whole frat. And it wasn’t even really a joke. You decided to test the waters. “Hyunjin, do you mean… you’re a little dirty?”

He paused for a moment. “I suppose so.”

“You’re a horrible pervy man? Who brought me up to his room to have his way with me?”

Hyunjin jumped. “What? No! I brought you up here to hang out. And look at my drawings. I’m not trying to take advantage of you!” 

You partly believed him. You chuckled. “What if I like dirty pervy boys, though?”

“Fine,” Hyunjin mumbled. He picked up the book he had been drawing in downstairs, a plain black, very nondescript sketchpad. He brought it to you, dropping it in your lap before going to the chair by his easel, sitting down and looking away from you. You looked at him expectantly, but soon realised you weren’t going to get anything more from him. 

You shrugged and opened up the book.

Oh. He really was a dirty boy.

You'd never in your life seen such a varied array of vulvas. Drawings, paintings, doodles. Shaved, trimmed, hairy. Innies, outies. Small, button-like clits, more enlarged ones. He didn't seem to discriminate at all - the man was pussy-obsessed. You flipped through a few pages, admiring the pussies like a field of flowers. Hyunjin's non-vagina art was beautiful, but he'd clearly found his calling here. 

“So you are a porn artist?”

Hyunjin glared at you. “It’s not porn,” he said scornfully. “It’s art.”

"But, you must watch a ton of porn? For research?" The air quotes you put around research earned you a scathing gaze.

"I don't watch porn at all," Hyunjin stated with a roll of his eyes. "And ninety-nine percent of the time, when guys say that it's a lie. But I'm the one percent, promise. I mainly use erotic photography, for references. Or paint from memory."

"From memory? You must be some kinda pussy expert." 

"Well, you're a dick expert, from what I've heard," Hyunjin murmured, just a little too loud to be under his breath. 

You couldn't help but cackle. "God, you're a bitch." 

Hyunjin smirked, before reassuring you, "I'm not judging, by the way. By all means, keep going."

"Thank you for giving me your permission, Hyunjin."

"Not what I meant and you know it." 

You shrugged, and returned to flipping through the book. "I like this one," you mumbled. The model's legs were parted, dainty fingers spreading their labia. Stretch marks streaked across their inner thighs, pubic hair wild and untamed. These drawings, they were all so real. It made you wonder what you'd look like, through his eyes. How would he draw your lips, what would your clitoris look like sketched out by his hand? How would he look, as he painted your most intimate area? Would he study you closely? Would he lick his lips in concentration, would he peer at you as he tried to envision how you felt, tasted, smelled? Would he touch himself, later, thinking about what's between your legs?

You decided to cut to the chase. 

"Have you ever had a live model before?"

Hyunjin looked like he was about to combust. He looked at you, mouth agape, and you could tell he was trying to determine whether he'd heard you correctly. "I've… I've never had the opportunity." 

You smiled at him sweetly. You loved the way he made you feel as though you were bestowing a blessed opportunity upon him. You had blown his mind with the mere implication that you might let him see you naked. 

"Do you want a live model?"

He nodded, still looking absolutely bewildered that you'd even offer. You didn't know why he was so surprised - you didn't exactly have a representation as a prude. You had openly fucked three of his friends in the last week, and here he was, utterly mystified by the idea of simply looking at your pussy.

You laughed at him, gently. "C'mon then, artist. Get your easel."

"Right - yeah. Let me just - get everything set up." 

Hyunjin turned, and you saw how hurried his actions were as he rooted through drawers, gathering his supplies. You supposed you'd better get yourself ready, too.

"You don't have to do this, you know," he told you, raking through a box of pencils.

"I want to." God, you really did. The rumours were true; you were, in fact, looking to conquer the entire fraternity. 

Hyunjin picked up his easel from the corner of the room, and finally turned back to you. "Oh. You're… naked."

You looked up at him from the bed, where you perched on the edge with your legs crossed. "Well. You're painting my pussy." 

He looked absolutely lost. "I didn't expect to see your… I didn't know you'd take your shirt off." 

You chuckled. "What am I, Winnie the fucking Pooh? Anyways, I didn't think you'd be so surprised by nudity, given the fact you draw genitals as a hobby." 

Hyunjin merely nodded, before setting the canvas on the easel and spreading numerous pencils and what looked like oil pastels on a small table beside it.

"Hey, Hyunjin. Look at me for a second." He did, hesitantly. "Relax a little, okay? It's all fine." 

He nodded again. "I know." He didn't sound sure. He was clearly nervous, which was understandable. But you wondered what it was, exactly, about the situation that was stressing him. Was he overthinking whether this would lead to sex? He wanted it, you could tell. Surely he knew that you wanted it too? Maybe you'd need to make your intentions clearer.

You sat quietly as Hyunjin worked. He brought a small lamp over, positioning it beside the bed. You watched as he tied his hair into a messy bun at the nape of his neck, gathering a few strands that had escaped and tucking them behind his ears. He was so pretty, even when he wasn't all dolled up.

"Okay," Hyunjin breathed. "Ready when you are." 

"Where do you want me?" you asked, and yet again, he looked ready to explode.

"Anywhere's fine. As long as I can see it - you." He cleared his throat. "As long as you're comfortable. That's the most important thing."

You leaned back on your elbows, and slowly spread your legs. Hyunjin looked upon you, mesmerised. His eyes were sparkling. This was how a man would look at a work of art, Michelangelo's David perhaps. This was how a man would gaze out across Nepal, having reached Everest's peak. This was how a man would look upon a real, honest-to-god miracle, a biblically accurate angel come to deliver the news that he is the messiah. That was how Hwang Hyunjin looked at a pussy. God, he really was a perv.

After minutes of scrutiny, during which you'd never felt so fucking visible, he turned to the easel and began his sketch.

He spoke up again, after a few minutes of working. “I don’t mean to overstep, but…”

“You just spent at least three straight minutes staring directly into my vagina,” you stated. “Say whatever you wanna say.”

“What’s actually going on between you and Minho?”

You wished you knew how to answer that. “I guess it’s hard to explain. We haven’t really discussed anything properly.” You thought for a few moments. “I’m sleeping around, obviously, but at the end of each day, I go back to him. That’s all there is to it, really.” 

He peered over at you, curious. “So, it’s true then?”

You looked back at him. “What?”

“You’re sleeping your way around the frat?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“And you’re having fun?”

“Well, obviously. You’re all hot as fuck,” you admitted outright. 

Hyunjin nodded. “I get it. We’re a pretty fun group of guys to fuck. You haven’t fucked Seungmin yet, right?”

You blinked at him. “No. Not yet… to be honest, I don’t know if Seungmin’s even interested.”

Hyunjin waved a hand at you, dismissing your concerns. “Seungmin’s just like that, don’t worry. Anyways, look forward to it - that’ll be a fun one.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. That seemed like a strange thing for a man to say about his friend. Unless… “You sound like you’re speaking from experience, Hyunjin.”

“Duh,” Hyunjin said, as if it was obvious. “You said it yourself, we’re all hot as fuck. Most of us fuck around with each other, from time to time. It’d be a wasted opportunity if we didn’t, really.”

You took a moment to absorb this. You couldn’t believe neither Felix nor Jisung had ever mentioned this to you. Traitorous bastards. They’d been fucking around with their stupid hot friends this whole time, and hadn’t even invited you to watch, or join? They were sick in the head, both of them.

You went quiet, letting Hyunjin sketch. 

There were many beautiful things in this world. Sensual, erotic, carnally beautiful things. The curve of an erection, the tightly-wound curls at its base, heavy hanging balls which almost looked like a heart, when caught in the right position. But this? Hyunjin, leaning over his easel, chewing on his lip as he deliberated over the perfect way to capture you on page. This was something else. This was beauty redefined.

It occured to you that it was impossible to hide anything from him. This took wearing your heart on your sleeve to a new level. He was privy to every one of your desires; he'd see liquid arousal drip from your hole, he'd watch as your clit slowly swelled. And if he took a moment to look away from your pussy (although he was so completely entranced that you didn't know if he'd be capable of it) he may even notice your nipples hardening, your pupils blown out with desire. He'd see just how much you wanted, needed him.

Although, by the looks of it, he was starting to get rather needy himself. His sweatpants were tented, though he was clearly trying to hide it, forearm draped over his crotch. You watched intently, trying to gain as much intel as you could from your obscured view. It looked big - that was about all you could gather.

"Maybe you should just take those off," you chanced. 

Hyunjin looked at you, surprised.

"Your trousers. They look like they're getting a little uncomfortable. And maybe it'd be less weird if we were both naked anyways?" 

Hyunjin put his pencil down, giving you an accusatory look. "You just want to see me naked." 

You grinned brazenly. "Obviously."

Hyunjin laughed. "You are so shameless. Fine, have it your way." 

Satisfied, you watched as he pulled off his shirt. Vast planes of tanned skin revealed themselves to you, and you fought not to drool. He was far from the muscular beast Changbin was, but he was surprisingly toned. Curved biceps, lightly defined abs, sweet little pecs with the loveliest pink nipples. So many places to kiss, lick, suck. And that was before he'd even taken his trousers off. 

He stood, and as he tugged down his trousers, you could've sworn that his dick sprung back up with enough force to knock you out. You kind of wanted it to knock you out. It had a beautiful curve to it, not quite as thick as some that you'd seen recently - your mind flitted back to Changbin and his coke-can cock - but it was still undoubtedly long enough to ruin your pussy. And so fucking pretty. Your eyes scanned him slowly; the tip was the prettiest shade of pink, the long smooth shaft, the perfectly round, clean-shaven balls. He was perfect.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked, snapping you out of your staring. He didn't meet your gaze, but you could tell he wasn't too shy. He knew how beautiful he was, and he was used to people staring. 

You simply smirked at him. "Keep drawing, boy." 

You felt your clit begin to throb - you couldn’t help it. You burned under his gaze each time he looked back at you studiously. You knew what Hyunjin was like, with his art. Although you were both clearly desperate, he would continue drawing for hours, putting off the inevitable pleasure that you both craved, in pursuit of his next masterpiece before he let you both indulge. If you wanted his touch, you would have to intervene.

It took him a surprising amount of time to notice that you were stroking your clit. He was peering at the canvas, eyes narrowed. You could tell he took his craft seriously. It was admirable, but incredibly frustrating when you needed him to just turn his head ever so slightly.

"Oh."

There it was.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at you with a blank stare. He looked you in the eyes, rather than in the crotch. 

"Enjoying the view," you repeated, inserting a finger and spreading the wetness across your clit.

Hyunjin turned back to the canvas, apparently unperturbed, but you saw his dick twitch. You had him. You continued to circle your clit gently, letting out a soft moan as you did so.

Hyunjin snickered under his breath. "Screw you," he whispered, his hand wrapping around his length gently. Still, though, he didn't stop drawing. You watched as he stroked himself, torturously slow, head slowly disappearing into his fist before reappearing once more, all the while leaning over the easel.

And you'd thought Minho had been a master of restraint. Hyunjin was different, though. He wasn't hiding how much he needed this. He was perfectly happy to show you his rock hard, leaking cock. More than happy to jerk off languidly before you. But he was also making it clear that he wasn't going to rush into anything. He'd sit there and paint all night, if you let him.

Of course you wouldn't let him. 

"Oh, put the fucking pencil down." 

He met this with less resistance than you expected, and didn't hesitate, even for a moment. "Fine, but I really do want to finish this painting soon." He turned in his seat to face you, fucking into his fist as he watched you.

You shuddered under your own touch, fingers swiping over your bundle of nerves and sending jolts throughout your body. Your pleasure felt so heightened, as you watched the man before you. His hands were gorgeous, veins popping out as he stroked himself, long fingers wrapped around his member. His balls swung gracefully as he did so - how did he do everything with such elegance?

You thought about how he might feel inside you. His dick was so long, you knew he’d hit all the spots you needed him to. You knew he’d be princely and refined, even while fucking you. Even when he reaches his peak, when cum spurts out of that gorgeous pink tip, even if he lost his composure… he’d do it with poise.

You could hardly take it any more. “I need you, Hyunjin.”

“But I’m having so much fun watching,” he said, his voice hoarse - he sounded so fucked out already. 

You groaned. “You’ll have more fun fucking me, and you know it.”

Hyunjin grinned as he shook his head, but showed no resistance. “C’mere, baby,” he murmured, his long, slender fingers gripping you by the hips and dragging you towards the edge of the bed. “You ready for it?”

“More than ready, fuck, please.”

Hyunjin pushed the tip of his dick inside you, ever so slowly. You sighed happily; there was that feeling you craved. Centimetre by centimetre, he entered you deeper, gradually filling you up more and more. Eventually, when his hips ground into yours, when he was fully buried inside you, he let out the sweetest whine you’d ever heard. 

You couldn’t help but grin at the sound. “That feel good, pretty boy?” 

He nodded, eyebrows furrowed as he fixated on the feeling. The slow pace was agonising, the drag of his cock against your g-spot positively electric. He was fucking you as if it was an art form, as if his dick was a paintbrush and you were his canvas. And, fuck, he was a master of his craft.

“Legs up, baby. I need to get deeper.” His voice was low, strained. You did as he instructed, hooking your ankles over his shoulders. “God, that’s good.”

Had anyone ever fucked you this deeply before? You weren’t sure. Although, to be fair, you weren’t certain you knew your own name, at that point. All you could see were stars, and the angel of the man above you. He pulled himself all the way out, until the head of his dick was barely inside you, before plunging back inside, slowly, slowly. Each time, he pressed up against your cervix, and it hurt, but fuck, it felt so good. 

The room was hot, the air heavy. Sweat was dripping from Hyunjin’s forehead and landing on your skin. You were consumed with his scent, lavender and fresh cotton, You were covered in him, you felt his touch on every inch of your body, surrounded by soft moans from both yourself and him.

His hands explored your body as he fucked you. They tasted your thighs, squeezing gently. They caressed your hips, your waist, your hips, your chest. He handled you so gently, treating you with the utmost care. You could picture him so clearly, manoeuvring a delicate statue, arranging flowers in a vase, manipulating clay on a pottery wheel. He treated you with the exact same respect and admiration.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece, babe.” He thrusted hard, but still so slow. “So fucking beautiful.”

Hyunjin looked down to the site where your bodies joined. He was enthralled, eyes fixated on the sight of himself disappearing inside you. 

“Can I - shit -” His hands were shaking slightly, as he caressed your stomach. “Can I get out my camera? Just - fuck - just to take some reference photos. I need to paint you over and over, please-” His words trailed off into a whine.

You nodded. “Of course.” 

He pulled out, and you gasped, feeling a sudden emptiness. 

“Hurry,” you whimpered, as he gathered his equipment. He returned to you, kneeling before you and capturing the sight before him. You felt yourself clenching around nothing, desperate to have him inside you once more. He didn’t leave you waiting too long fortunately, sliding his dick back inside you, snapping more photos as he did so, still moving at that lazy, unhurried tempo. It drove you crazy. It felt amazing, of course. He was hitting all the right places, sending shivers down your spine and spreading butterflies throughout your tummy. But with a dick that perfect, you wanted him to thoroughly destroy you.

“Put your fucking camera away and fuck me properly,” you urged him.

Hyunjin smirked down at you. “Minho wasn’t lying. You really do get bratty and impatient.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fucking rail me before I throw you on this bed and take things into my own hands.”

Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head as he put his camera safely on his desk. “Relax, hon, I’ll fuck you.” He returned to the bed, looming over you with a teasing smile. “Are you sure you’re ready? You sure you can take it?”

“So help me god, Hwang Hyunjin, if you don’t-”

Hyunjin swiftly cut you off, thrusting deep inside you. Your words trailed off into a high-pitched squeak. Sassy as he was, he did as he was told; he fucked you hard, pounding into you powerfully. One of his hands gripped your thigh, holding it close to him, the other tweaking your nipple, sending yet more bliss running through your system. 

“You’re so fucking tight, hon,” Hyunjin rasped. So you’d heard.

“Keep fucking me, Hyunjin - fuck me harder!” You gazed upon his slender frame, tanned skin glistening with sweat. Maybe it was just because he was fucking you so well, but you could’ve sworn he was a real live angel, an almighty being. No person was this beautiful - no human being fucked this well.

“Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last like this,” Hyunjin grunted. He had a dark look in his eye.

“Cum then,” you encouraged him, “Give me your cum, baby.”

He shook his head. “Not until you cum first.” What a gentleman.

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into it, the perfect amount of pressure. It was pushing you over the edge, embarrassingly quickly. You felt your heart rate rise, your skin begin to tingle. Your climax was approaching - you felt it throughout your whole body.

“Hyunjin - Hyunjin!”

“That’s it, baby, let go,” he coaxed you. 

“I’m cumming!” With your announcement, it crashed over you like a wave. It exploded out from your core, white heat shooting through your entire body, coursing through your veins. You distantly heard yourself babbling Hyunjin’s name, although you couldn’t say you were quite lucid enough to be aware of it. All you knew were the fireworks spreading from your pussy, sparks erupting, setting you alight. 

“You’re clenching around me so tight,” Hyunjin whined. “Shit - Y/N!”

He pulled out, gripping his dick at its base, crying out as he painted your pussy, shooting his cum across your folds. You watched intently as the hot white spurts landed on your clit, your lips, dripping down towards your asshole. 

“There we go, baby,” you sighed, catching your breath. 

Hyunjin kneeled before you, also panting with exertion. He leaned in, locking his eyes with yours before licking a gentle stripe across your clit. He hummed. “Tastes good. Wanna taste?” You nodded, wide-eyed. He delved in, licking and sucking, and you moaned at the sensation on your oversensitive parts. He sucked on your clit, swiped his tongue through your folds, spread your cheeks and licked at your asshole. You couldn’t help but squeal.

He stood, leaning over you and gripping your cheeks gently, forcing your mouth open. You stuck out your tongue compliantly, waiting for the salty substance to reach you. He allowed it to dribble from his tongue slowly, landing in your mouth. 

Hyunjin pulled away. “Don’t swallow. Stick out your tongue, let me see.” You complied, and he picked up his camera once more, snapping more shots of you. Your face, this time, rather than your genitals. “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered.

He put the camera down. “You can swallow now - I know you want to.” He sat on the bed beside you, lounging back, and you cuddled into his side. You watched as he clicked through the photos he’d taken; your dripping wet pussy, his dick teasing your entrance, burying itself inside you. Cum dripping down your clit, decorating you. Your face, eyes hazy, looking beyond fucked-out, tongue coated in the tangy mix of Hyunjin’s cum and spit. 

“We should blow this one up and hang it in the hall,” Hyunjin remarked. 

You snickered weakly, tired as you slumped against the man. “You boys would like that, huh? You’re all obsessed with me.”

“And for good reason. I see what the hype is about.” Hyunjin kissed your forehead softly. It was so tender - this was a no-strings-attached hook-up, nobody was under any illusions here. But it seemed that everything he did, every action he carried out towards anyone, was so filled with love.

“Hype? What do you guys say about me, when I’m not here?”

“That would be telling,” Hyunjin responded slyly. “Let’s just say, you’ve gotten some pretty good reviews.”

You yawned. “That doesn’t surprise me.” 

“Who’s next then, hm?” he asked.

“That would be telling,” you responded with a mocking tone. “I’m tired. You want me to stay here tonight, Hyune?”

“It’s okay, hon. Go crawl into Minho’s bed, he should be home soon.” 

You sat up, kissing Hyunjin’s pretty, plump lips. “Thank you for giving me a good time tonight, Hyunjin.”

He smiled. “Thank you for being my muse.”

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When Minho returned home to find you curled up in his bed, you were barely awake, but still hanging on to your consciousness.

“Hey there, sleepy.”

“Hey, Minho.”

He paused, looking at you, eyes narrowed. “I know that smile. Who have you been with tonight, then?”

You gave him a smug grin. “Guess.”

“Not Jisung again?” He got into bed beside you, looking amused as he wrapped his arms around your frame. “You haven’t even showered, babe. I can smell Hyunjin on you.”

“You’re so good at this game,” you said, your voice slurred with tiredness.

Minho pulled you closer, kissing your neck from behind and making you sigh contentedly. He pulled you closer, and you felt his length press into you from behind - was he getting hard, thinking about you and his friend together? Was he imagining fucking you, with the scent of Hyunjin’s sweat still marking your skin?

He whispered in your ear, confirming your suspicions. “Are you too tired for another round?” 

You turned around in his arms, eyes twinkling. “Never.”

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[unsur8]

gn!reader x Wriothesley

mdni

sw: oral (male receiving), mouth fucking, semi-public, a bit rough

Synopsis: Sucking him off under his desk

Wore count: 561

Not proofread

I’ve never written smut before so I apologize for the quality. I’m still learning so feedback is appreciated <3

Addicted

The taste of his salty pre coats your tongue. His hands grip the back of your hair as you flatten your tongue against his shaft. Oh, how you loved this lewd display, how needy he is.

“Fuck… You’re doing so well.”

He attempts to muffle his groans but fails miserably. You’ve both done this many times but the taste of him, his sweet moans and the risk of getting caught never got tiring. You lick slowly, going from the base to the tip. Wriothesley’s muscles tense, his grip on your hair tightening. The vulgar display of you slowly taking him made him so painfully hard. He just wanted to thrust into your mouth, watching the combination of your saliva and cum drip from his softening cock. He was addicted to how you looked at him, mischievous and eager.

Instead, he restrained himself. His legs shook as he desperately needed release. “Please, love…” Wriothesley’s voice was strained. He gave the back of your head a gentle push in attempts to encourage you. Seeing desperation in the eyes of your lover you decide to slowly take his aching cock into your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat. You resist the urge to gag as tears prick the corner of your eyes. You groan around him, the vibrations making it much more pleasurable. He was addicted to your voice, how you spoke and the sounds you made when he fucked you silly.

“Just like that… You’re so good to me.” Wriothesleys grip on your hair tightened until it was almost painful. You bob your head as your hands grip his thighs tightly. Your nails were sure to leave pretty little marks. Wriothesley’s groans turned strained, his hips shallowly thrusting into your warm mouth. The smells, the sights and sounds, good heavens he needed to fuck your mouth. Drool dribbled down your chin as he finally thrusts his cock roughly into your mouth. The sounds of wet squelching and strangled groans bounce off the walls. Wriothesley’s hooded eyes look at where your mouth meets the hilt. He controlled the pace but made sure it wasn’t too unpleasant for you. He was addicted to your lips, how they wrapped around his cock.

“Please.. God, I’m so close. Just hold on for a few moments..”

From the force of his thrusts tears finally overflow from your eyes as his tip touches the back of your throat one too many times. Wriothesley’s eyes squeeze shut, his muscles tensing and his thrusts stuttering. Finally, thick ropes coat your tongue. His thrusts slow as he rides out the pleasure. Wriothesley slowly releases your head and pulls out of your mouth. His cock was coated with your saliva and his own cum.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough.” Wriothesley gently put a hand on your cheek as he wiped away your tears with the other hand. Just to tease, you open your mouth. You haven’t swallowed yet and the sight of his cum went straight to his cock. He was addicted to your teasing.

“Mh, cheeky,” Wriothesley murmured. You swallow with a smirk and get up only to immediately straddle him.

“You were rather loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire Fortress heard us,” you whisper against his jaw.

Wriothesley raised an eyebrow. “I think I can make you much louder.”

He was addicted to you.

#wriothesley #genshin impact #smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x you #im bad at this

[coryosmin]

Final Sweet Nothings

Finnick Odair x fem! Reader

Summary: Finnick and Reader have both had feelings for a long time. Reader is the 68th Victor of the Hunger Games, winning her games at 18 years of age for District 4. As the 75th Hunger Games arrives, the reader volunteers in the place of Annie. As the night before the games arrive, Finnick and Reader share their thoughts and feelings for one another.

Backstory: Just to give you guys some backstory, Finnick and the reader are the same age. He was her mentor when she fought in her games and after that, the two of them became good friends. The two of them had always had unspoken feelings for each other but as the 75th Games comes up, they take a moment to admit their feelings for each other.

Warnings: Angst, crying, kissing, references to prostitution, confessions, no smut.

1,400 words

It all began when they arrived back from the interviews. It had been a very emotional night with every tribute trying to get the games to be canceled in some way, shape, or form. Y/N hadn’t spoken a word since the interviews had ended. Finnick giving a love poem to the Capitol felt too real. Y/N’s use of just simply trying to charm the cameras. Having heard everything that the other tributes said to try and get the games canceled, it was a lot to take in.

Y/N made it to her room without speaking. She immediately got herself out of the ridiculously provocative dress that she had been forced to wear to maintain her facade as the Capitol’s Princess. She walked into the attached bathroom, taking a shower to take off the caked-on makeup and the hairspray that was crunching her hair. When she finished, Y/n dried herself off and got herself dressed in her nighttime clothes which consisted of a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of yoga pants.

The twenty-four-year-old sighed to herself as she looked out the window of her room. She currently had it on a setting that would show her the ocean. The houses in Victor Village were right along the shore and truthfully, she missed being back home.

She was beyond saddened by the Quarter Quell. All the tributes were. Being a Victor was supposed to mean peace, at least relatively speaking. So when it was announced that all previous victors were to participate in the Quarter Quell, Y/N’s heart absolutely shattered. There was only one living District 4 male Victor, Finnick. They were both the same age, though Y/N won her games four years after him at the age of eighteen. Finnick was doomed regardless and Y/N felt deeply for him. He was her mentor. The boy that turned into her best friend. So when Annie’s name was called, without hesitation, Y/N volunteered. Why?

Because Y/N is a ride or die. If Finnick had to be subjected to the Games, she would be as well.

And now it was the night before the arena. Y/N couldn’t help the anxiety. There were so many things she wanted to tell people but ultimately, she had no opportunity to do so.

Suddenly, there was a knock on Y/N’s door, causing her to jump and get out of her thoughts. She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a soft looking Finnick. It was different from his normal appearance, the one where he was always smirking, cocky, rizzing people up. But this Finnick, he looked scared. He too had gotten showered and changed into comfortable clothing. “Hi,” Finnick said softly, looking at Y/N with shiny green eyes.

“Hey,” She said back, looking at Finnick. Y/N moved to the side to let Finnick come into her bedroom. He stepped in and she closed the door behind him. “Are you okay?”

Finnick’s attention was to the window, seeing the waves crashing into the shore. “I forget that the windows have those settings,” he spoke, shaking his head as he looked at Y/N. “You didn’t speak much after the interviews.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I didn’t have too much to say.” She replied, her e/c eyes looking into Finnick’s green orbs.

“Did you like my poem?” Finnick asked.

“It definitely made the hearts of the Capitol swoon.” Y/N replied, walking over to her bed and sitting on it. Finnick followed, sitting next to her. His thigh brushed against hers.

“Did it make yours swoon?” Finnick asked, his lip curling ever so slightly.

Y/N let out a breathless chuckle, shaking her head no. “Takes a lot more than a poem to make me swoon, Odair.”

Finnick pouted slightly. “That’s a shame. I wrote it specifically for you,” he murmured.

This caused Y/N to pause. She furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“The poem,” Finnick looked down at his hands in his lap. “I wrote for you.”

“What do you mean?”

Finnick looked up from his hands, looking at Y/N. He licked his lips nervously. “Under the circumstances we’ve been under, I never got the chance to tell you how I truly feel about you.” He gives a bitter laugh. “Being the toys of the Capitol. I didn’t want to burden you with all of it. But since we’re going to be walking on death’s doorstep tomorrow, I suppose there’s no harm in telling you now.”

Y/N looked at Finnick, not saying anything as she listened to him. Her eyes started softening as she looked at Finnick. The impending doom that they’re about to embrace together makes it easier to speak the unspoken feelings they’ve had for one another for quite some time.

“I’m in love with you.” Finnick said simply, his voice unwavering. “I have been for a long time but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to burden you with it.”

“It wouldn’t have been a burden, Finnick.” She replied softly, placing a hand on Finnick’s shoulder.

He looked down at her hand on his shoulder before gazing back into her eyes. “It’s stupid though, isn’t it?” He murmured. “Being in love with someone that you know you could never have due to the pathetic circumstances the world has put on you.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid.”

“Why not?”

Y/N turned her body so she was sitting criss-crossed on the bed, facing Finnick entirely. “Because it shows that even after everything the Capitol has put us through, forcing us to have sex with them, fight in these awful arenas, murdering innocent people, we can still feel.” Y/N’s voice was so soothing and honest as she spoke to Finnick. “I’ve loved you for so long, Finnick. And to know that you love me as well warms my heart so much.”

Finnick teared up as he listened to her, unable to help himself. He looked down, not wanting Y/N to see him so emotional. “I wish things were different.” He whispered.

“Me too.” She said back, reaching her hand to caress Finnick’s cheek. She lifted his face slightly so his eyes were looking into hers. “When we get in that arena, I want you to know that I love you so much. And if I’m to die, I’d die happily if it meant protecting you.” As she spoke, Y/N also began to tear up. The impending death really does make confessions much easier. But the emotions are just as hard.

A few tears fell from Finnick’s eyes as he listened to Y/N. He sniffled, pulling her into a hug. His chin rested on Y/N’s head, pressing a kiss to her soft hair. “I don’t think I’d ever survive you dying, Y/N,” He murmured. “If you die, I’d never be able to live with myself. To know that you died and I would be robbed of ever being able to hold you in my arms ever again. I couldn’t survive a day where I wouldn’t be able to see your beautiful smile any longer. Because you mean absolutely everything to me.” Finnick’s voice cracked at the end of his sentence.

Y/N couldn’t help the small sob that left her as she listened to Finnick’s loving words. She lifted her head from Finnick’s embrace, looking at his face with glistening eyes. “God I hate this.” She sniffled, using her hands wiping her eyes. “We should be able to be happy.”

Finnick gently grabbed her face, his thumbs on her cheeks. “Let’s make the most out of tonight?” He whispered, his eyes glossed with tears as well.

Y/N nodded her head. And with that, Finnick leaned in slowly, pressing his lips gently against hers. The two of them kissed one another with a softness and sincerity that they hadn’t felt in a very long time. A tenderness and care that could only be shared with two people who loved each other a lot.

After a few minutes, Finnick pulled away, pressing his forehead against Y/N’s. “I love you.” He murmured, his breath hitting her face.

“I love you a lot.” She murmured back.

“Let’s stay by each other's side until the end.”

“Until the very end, always.”

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[bigball-thefrog]

The Chef's Recipe Sanji X Reader

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Woo Hoo, alright fellas this is my first attempt at something smutty so please don't be mean and if you have any tips I'll gladly accept them. Any who it's time the tags:

Warnings and Tags:

Smut

Oral (reader receiving)

Fingering

Male masturbation

Reader has female genitals but gender in unspecified

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Reader POV

I lay with my head down on the dining table. Most of the crew had gone to bed except me and my boyfriend, Sanji. Sometimes after dinner when everyone is asleep Sanji asks me to stay with him to try out a new recipe he's been working on, yet tonight seems different.

He's just cleaning the kitchen, there's no ingredients or bowls, the oven and stove isn't on and there was no cooking or baking to be seen, maybe he's trying out a new drink? No but he hasn't brought out the ice or any cups so what on earth could it be...? Sanji put the cloth down and turned to me with an excited grin, "Are you ready to try my new recipe my love? It's only two ingredients~" "Uhh sure, but what is it? Because you've packed everything away already so what can you even cook without ingredients or utensils?" "Something special, something only the two of us can experience~" He said as he walked up behind me and playfully rubbed my shoulders. I lifted my head up and he kisses me on the nose. He carefully lifted me up and placed me to sit on the table then sat down on the chair in front of me, placing his body between my legs.

"Sanji, what're you-" I was cut off by him kissing me passionately, his hands massaging their way down my body and stopping at the hem of my shirt. His hands slipped underneath and made their way back up my body until they reached my breasts, cupping them he gave them a gentle squeeze which caused me to gasp, Sanji took the advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth and began a steamy Makeout. The sensation of him starting to massage my breasts while his tongue explored my mouth was making me hot, I could feel my underwear starting to become wet so I closed my legs to hide my arousal but Sanji very quickly noticed. He pulled away and smirked, "You really think you could hide something so delicious from me my love?~" He lowered his head and began lightly kissing and sucking my neck, I moaned at the feeling and almost didn't notice Sanji's hand traveling down my body and stopping at the waistband of my pants. Before I could ask his hand slipped underneath my pants and cupped my nether regions. I gasped again and I could feel him smirk against my neck, "So wet for me already my dear? Well let me take care of it~" He began rubbing me through my underwear. I was about to moan when Sanji quickly covered my mouth to shush me, "Shhh my darling, as much as I want to hear your pretty noises, I don't want the crew walked in and interrupting us now~" I nodded and he removed his hand. He then slipped his hand underneath my underwear and slipped one finger in. I held back the moan and just whimpered instead. Smiling at my reaction he slipped a second finger in and began working his fingers in my heat.

His fingers gently nassaged my cunt causing me to squrim and whimper against his touch. He massaged my breast with his other hand while whispering praises in my ear, "So wet, you love this don't you? Do I make you feel good? I love it when you feels good" he whispered then pressed a few kisses onto my neck and face before whispering again, "You're being so good right now, all for me~ Such a good, cute little thing." His fingers continued to pump in and out of my wet heat, I felt my orgasm coming and I gripped Sanji's shoulders as the feeling grew, Sanji noticed and pulled his fingers out making me whine. His fingers were covered in my slick which made him smirk as he admired it under the light, "Sanji?" "Yes sweetheart?" "What even is this recipe??" Sanji smiled as he looked back at me, "Well you see darling, if you mix my gentle touch with your sweet sweet arousal, you get..." He looked back at his slicked covered fingers, "The most addictive taste man has ever tasted~" he then placed his slicked covered fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, "And I've just got to get more right from the source~" he then practically ripped off my pants and underwear and lowered his head to rest on my knee, looking up at me with an innocent look that masked his true intentions. He gently started to massage my thighs as he tilted his head at me cutely, "May I darling?" he asked so politely. I nervously nodded and his innocent smile turned into an evil smirk as he raised his head before plunging his face between my legs with a moan.

His tongue licked up my leaking slick before plunging his tongue right in my wet, hot core. I quickly covered my mouth so as to not moan, causing Sanji to Chuckle. He began lightly suck and swirl his tongue around my swollen clit while massaging my thighs ever so gently, making sure that we both get equal pleasure out of this.

Sanji POV

Their taste was addicting, I just wanted to spend the rest of me life just there between their cushy legs and feasting upon their arousal for the rest of my days. My cock started growing hard in my pants all because of their sweet taste, so removing one of my hands from their thighs I pulled my pants down, letting my cock spring out and began stroking myself to the speed that I was eating them out to. The slow movement of my hand mixed with the taste of them was all too much, making me want to cum so quickly. Heck, I'd probably even cum just by those sweet little sounds they're making while trying to hold back their moans. It was all so overwhelming and I soon found them close to release and so was I. I could tell by the way their hands gripped the table and how they're trying to clench their legs closed. It was all so close, the feeling of pure ecstasy for both of us, both of panting and my tongue and hand moving faster, oh God yes it's so close I can feel it! Her it comes! The greatest feeling of all, the feeling of our shared ecstasy! Oh my love just let go now, we're so close, we're almost there. Oh God, I think I'm gonna-

"*OW!*"

We both froze and turned our heads to see the newest member Franky standing there wide eyed in the kitchen door. Any potential of finishing was gone as we were suddenly caught by the cyborg. "Don't mind me, I was just coming for a cola refill!" Franky said as he awkwardly moved to the fridge to grab his cola bottles. We both just sat there awkwardly covering ourselves and blushing at being caught by the new guy. "Oh and just remember, cold water is better for cleaning up semen, warm watter makes it sticky." Franky said with a wink, trying to make things less awkward but just making it worse, "Just get out please..." I grumbled as I tried to put my now softened member back in my pants, "Oh and the Vaginal fluid has protein in it so you're getting a lot of nutrition, so when you're eating them out you're also getting a lot of nutrition" "Get out!" "Oh, and pineapple makes it taste sweeter!" "GET OUT!!!" Franky then quickly grabbed his cola and ran out the kitchen. I sighed as I sat up and looked back at my darling to see if they're okay. They smiled at me and chuckled, "So, we're gonna have pineapple for dessert tomorrow?~" We both laughed a little at the comment before cleaning ourselves up and going to bed together. We'll finish next time. Just next time I should lock the kitchen door...

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Once again please don't be too harsh this is my first time writing anything like this and I'll take any tips and I'll hopefully see you all next week

Kelly🐸

#one piece #one piece anime #oneshot #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji one piece #sanji op #sanji oneshot #sanji x reader #sanji smut

[aaashghdagbj]

fuck me.

hawks x male!reader

req: me

desc: hhh....hrhghrh..........a....anger....

'a- ohohoo FUCK (name)!' hawks moaned out as he covered his mouth. you were thrusting into him mercilessly. the expression of anger was very clear on your face. you smacked hawks' ass rather harshly.

'shut the fuck up you slut. god, do you moan like this everytime someone evades that whore hole of yours?' you snarled, grabbing the base of his wings to pound into him deeper.

'o- only for y- haah- y- you baabyyy~..!' hawks babbled out. his eyes were rolling into the back of his head, drool and tears staining the sheets. fuck, you wont last long seeing this.

'ah- h- pl- gah- f- haaaah!~ fuck- oh fuc- ck, fuck sweatheart, cumming cumming cumming cuh-! cummiiiing~' hawks tightened around you, cumming violently and spasiming when you wouldn't stop your angry acts.

'sw- sweet, sl- slow doownn~!' he looked back at you.

'fuck, hold- gh!- on a-' you pulled out and came right on his wings, making hawks smile cock-drunkenly at you. you stared down at him, panting for a couple seconds before ultimately panicking, going to find a rag so he could put some hot water on it.

's-shit, so sorry keigo. was i too hard? are you-' he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close with the little strength he had left.

'clean....later..cuddles....' hawks drifted off to sleep, releasing the grip. you sighed and kissed his tear-stained cheek, getting a clean and hot rag to clean him with.

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[toomanybandstocare]

{Caring Hands}

Program: After months of heartbreak and worry, your roommate takes you out for a night to your old stomping grounds- 79s. A bar that used to hold such fond memories of spending blurry night with your friends of the 501st legion by the side of your riduur, Rex. tonight, it seems the magnetic pull between the two of you is determined to bring you together for one last chance.

Pairing: Ex! Rex x Ex, GN! Reader

Side Pairing: Fives x OC! Kiva

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances

Length: 3956w

Warnings: Pet names (Lover, Cya're, Cyar'ika, Riduur), Drinking to the point of being tipsy/drunk, Heartbreak, Swears, Barely edited

Captain's Notes: Hi guys!!!! It's been awhile. Life has been a force (hehe, no pun intended), but I've been really enjoying my rewatch of the Clones Wars series. And I am simply in love with so many of the clones/boys. They make my heart very happy and fuzzy. It's been nice to revisit one of my favorite shows from my childhood, and the fact that Rex is still my favorite character (other than Ahsoka) makes me feel happy and at home.

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Camper Tags: @staygoldwriting

The soft green and muted yellow lighting envelop you in an intimate atmosphere of buzzing excitement. Music thrums through the air as the 79s’ clientele swirl around the dance floor or wrap themselves around this evening’s partners in booths. As the war invades every nook and corner of the galaxy, the GAR’s unofficial bar offers its services for wayward individuals who look for a semblance of normalcy. A chance to forget the lingering, stale breath of unknown destruction breathing down everyone’s necks. Time stands still at the mercy of drunk shouts of excitement.

“You know,” Kiva drawls as he drags his cocktail’s straw across his lower lip, “going out to bars and clubs is more interesting if you actually speak to people”. His deep, teasing chuckle shudders through you more than the deafening bass.

“You know,” you hum as the tingling sensation of your fifth drink courses through your veins, “going out to bars and clubs is more interesting when you aren’t surrounded by your ex's brothers. Who happen to share extremely similar physical features”. Your voice drips with whiskey and venom.

Leaning onto your white knuckled fist, you down the last few sips of your liquor unable to pull your eyes away from the booth in the alcove corner just past the bar. The unmistakable colors of the 501st and 212th battalions flash under the pulsing lights as troopers recline in the booth or lean over the seat backings to join in on the conversation. Your attention flitted between your roommate and the CO table when the two of you sat yourselves at the bar at the beginning of the night. When you caught sight of hidden smirk and mischievous glint in his amber eyes, you ordered the first round of shots. Your eyes stung from neon lights that lit up the bar area of the tenders to see their work and as you watched Rex pull the beautiful Twi’lek close to his side. His hands palmed her soft curves and pulled her as close as possible. Bile rose up and bit the back of your throat as you threw back another drink. 

As alcoholic cloudiness eases into your system, a sigh pushes past your lips and you turn your gaze to Kiva. His dark eyes look past you as a small half smile grows on face. Blinking at him, you follow his gaze. Leaning against the section divider of the CO table, Fives animatedly speaks to a friend from a different battalion whose armor is decorated in a scratched gray paint.

“You know,” your voice light and airy with its teasing melody, “going out to bars is more interesting if you go speak to people”. You jab your elbow into his arm and signal to the bartender for another drink.

“I’m not going to leave you here, heartbroken and drunk,” his tentacle tresses bounce around as he shakes his head, “Especially, alone. It’s a remarkable phenomena that you’re still able to form a coherent thought at the rate you're consuming spotchka shots”. Taking a sip of his drink, Kiva eyes you, “Besides, I don’t even know him”.

A bubbling giddiness washes through you as you look from Kiva to Fives to your fresh drink in front of you. Tracing a slightly trembling finger around the glass, you take a deep breath. Just because your trooper romance didn’t end how you had hoped doesn’t mean the same will happen for Kiva. Especially if he’s interested in sweet Fives.

“His name is Fives- CT-27-5555, if you want to get technical. But, only his twin is allowed to call him that, so don’t even think about it until he says you can use it” your voice is warm and quiet. It drips with whiskey and sweetens the soft smile you share with Kiva. His shocked expression causes a flurry of giggles from your lips. “He’s an ARC Trooper in the 501st. Too charming for his own good, but he knows exactly what to say at any moment,” you share as you watch Kiva’s lovestruck expression fall back onto your former friend. Taking a slow sip of your drink, a wave of conflicting emotions tumble through you. If you stepped one foot too close to that booth, all eyes would be on you. As much as you wanted to help Kiva, you knew that the night would only end abruptly if you inserted yourself back into the group.

“Doesn’t mean he’s into guys though,” Kiva nervously deflects with a wave of his hand and the last sip of his cocktail.

“Every time I would run into him, he would find a way to ask about you. I don’t think we’ve had a conversation that didn’t somehow include your name since he met you at Hellkai’s birthday party,” you carefully use the leg closest to him to start pushing him off the barstool.

“Wha-what,” Kiva stammers as he slightly stumbles out of his seat.

Before he can protest, you throw both your feet on top of the stool and cross your legs. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to leave. Either with me, or with Fives. Just let me know, and I’ll crash a couch somewhere. Now go have an interesting night,” you exclaim and shove him in the direction of the clones.

With every step Kiva took, the fleeting feeling of happiness seeped out of you. Although you see the nerves bouncing in Kiva as he weaved his way through the mass of tipsy dancers, you know he’ll be in caring hands. When he clears past most of the crowd, you see Fives stand up a little straighter and beam past the other trooper’s shoulder. Like a missing piece of the picture, Kiva finds his place next to Fives. A twist in your stomach tingles as he rests a hand on the back of Fives’ neck. With ease, Fives rests his hand on the small of Kiva’s back, and the tingles flame inside you. When their gazes meet, the coil snaps in you and you tear your stinging eyes away from the touching scene. Good for them. They both deserve happiness.

“You alright there, mesh’la?” a gentle hand rests on your shoulder. With a jolt, you snap your head and are met with a concerned clone. Your breathing becomes heavy as you open your mouth to send him away, but the sight of scratched blue armor with a medic symbol on the shoulder causes your throat to constrict.

“Hey, hey,” Kix slides closer to you and rests his other hand on your cheek, “It’s okay. Just too much to drink tonight, huh? How about some water then? Wait, you- you look familiar.”

“I’m fine,” you croak out and swing your body away from his caring hands to face the bar. You keep your shaking hands around your whiskey glass and watch the iceball water down your only ally in the bar.

“Wait a minute,” his timber voice hummed closer as he slid into the now open stool, “It is you. What- what are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry, Kix. I’m not here to ruin anyone’s fun. Just trying to have my own,” you bitterly chuckle.

“That’s not what I meant,” Kix rests an arm on the bartop and shifts his body closer into your personal space. His usually soft eyes flood with concern as he takes in your appearance. “I- we haven’t seen you in months, mesh’la. Thought you moved planets- kriff, even to a different system. Rex wouldn’t let up any info, so we all thought it was an emergency”.

You’re barely able to keep the choked sob locked behind your grimace as your heart pounds in  your throat. The truth trying to break past your loyal lips. Shrugging, you keep your eyes locked on the flowing lights that twinkle behind all the glass bottles. The cold synthetic material of your glass balances on your lip before you throw it back.

“Enough,” Kix hisses and grabs your wrist to pull the cup away. His look of disbelief causes a twinge of guilt to register in your haze.

“Come one, mesh’la. Let’s get you home,” Kix carefully wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up. 

Panic stabbing into your skin, you throw some credits onto the bar and try to drag your feet to stop him. “Kix, what are you doing?” you hiss. 

“Making sure nothing bad happens to you. Why were you alone over there? You must have seen us in our usual spot,” Kix looks at you in confusion as the two of you work your way through the throng of dancing bar goers.

“Because,” you try to quickly clear the situation before you are recognized by any other clones, “there’s a reason that Rex didn’t want to talk about me”.

You try to wriggle out of Kix’s hold once you see Kiva and Fives wrapped in each other’s arms. “Seriously, Kix. Leave it alone. You’re doing more harm than good,” you practically beg.

“What are you talking about? Look, even if you and Rex are in a bit of a tricky spot, I can guarantee that you’re his endgame. The man won’t stop talking about you,” Kix sends a genuine smile your way and rubs his thumb in soothing circles on your side.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Fives calls both of you over. Kiva straightens up in Fives’ embrace as he watches the two of you walk towards the booth.

You frantically shake your head and try to think of a plausible excuse to get out of this. What was once your safe haven for nights out now spits you deep into enemy territory.

“I thought I said to keep it easy on the drinks,” Kiva chuckles uncomfortably and moves to your other side, “Time to go home, huh?” Slipping his arm around your waist above Kix’s own, Kiva turns to say something to Fives.

“Wait, no. Do you have to,” Fives castes the two of you a sad look. “I didn’t even know you were plantside, and now you try to scurry out in a rush? That’s just rude,” Fives jokes.

“Come join us, mesh’la,” Kix coaxes you, “All the guys have missed you and would be thrilled to catch up. We’ll just get some sodas for the rest of the night”.

“You’re joking. No way in haran that me and Jesse are letting you go home before we start the games,” Fives reaches for your hand as you shake your head so hard, it nearly causes you to tumble over.

“Fives, cya’re, it’s time we go home. This one can’t even stand on their feet,” Kiva tries again and successfully makes one step closer to the exit. Which is one step closer towards Fives and the entrance to the CO booth.

“Cyar’ika, let’s get them in a seat then,” Fives leans into Kiva’s chest to whisper something in his ear. You feel the excited tremble on Kiva's side and another wave of guilt washes over you.

“Guys, come one. I’m fine. Definitely not my worst night out, so I can get home with no issue. Kiva, why don’t you stay here,” you pull away from the group and notice the growing number of glances you’re all attracting.

“Why are you trying to run from us? I thought we were your friends,” Kix’s voice is dry with confusion and hurt.

“We can hang out another time. I promise. I’m just tired. You said it yourself, I’ve had enough for tonight,” you frantically try to deescalate the growing unease in the area as you sway and twist through the crowd.

Not even caring about bumping into other patrons, you focus your attention away from the twisted expression on Kix’s face and the shouts of recognition from the CO table.

You use your elbows to move others out of your way, but the dull, plastoid armor does nothing but bite back at you. Blaster boots and high heels trip you as you lose yourself in the crowd once more. Your heart jumps in time with the rhythm of the song blaring. Sweat sits heavy on your skin as you break free and try to find sight of the exit.

Hallow pants wrack your body from the close proximity of other patrons, but you find the neon blue exit sign for the door. Taking the first step, you continue your trek to fresh air as you narrowly push past another clone and jostle the drink in his hand.

“Watch it,” the gruff voice mumbles.

Two words in a bitter tone are all that cause your blazing body to turn ice cold. He’s supposed to be up in the booth.

“Sorry,” you breathe out.

With a weary look from the corner of his eye, the clone’s stoic expression is broken by shocked realization. “Cyar’ika,” Rex’s voice rumbles.

“I’m just on my way out, so don’t worry about holding back. Okay? It’s all good. Have fun tonight,” you mutter breathlessly and sway a step forward.

“Hey,” Rex gently demands your attention. He twists his body to face you completely and holds out his free arm to catch you from falling.

“Are you-,” Rex looks at you with tense, uncomfortable eyes, “Are you okay? You look-”.

“You don’t get to ask that anymore,” you growl behind gritted teeth. Pushing his arm out of your way, you continue your trek to the exit. You are so close. Just a few more bodies to get past.

“Wait a minute- kriff,” Rex exclaims and gently grasps your arm.

“Stop it,” you hiss, “You’re going to make a scene. Just let me go. Let me go, again.” The final word sits heavy in the air, and Rex’s grip tightens around you for a moment.

“Take this,” Rex mutters, “I’m walking this one home. Too much to drink”. Without a moment to register who he was speaking to, Rex pulls you along to the exit. Not even casting a glance to make sure you could keep up with his determined strides.

Stumbling behind Rex, you can’t find the strength to pull your arm out of his careful hold or tear your glossy eyes away from his figure. With each step closer to the entrance way, you choke back the dry sobs that well inside you. You had hoped that the last time you were with Rex in the 79s that it would be a happy memory. Instead, the galaxy decided to throw the two of you together for one last spat.

The cool night time air soothes your burning cheeks. Speeders and cruisers fly past the entry line of rowdy soldiers and excited patrons as they wait for entry. Coruscant’s cityscape lights up the starry night with synthetic warmth from billboard to skyscraper.

“Same place,” Rex asks softly.

Not answering his question, or allowing yourself to meet his pertinent gaze, you feebly pull your arm out of his comforting hand. “Please, stop,” your hollow voice responds.

“Cyar’ika,” Rex says in exasperation, “Come on, you shouldn’t be out like this. Let’s get you back-”.

“Stop,” your hoarse voice pleads as you begin walking back to your apartment. Memories of walking home with Rex after a night out with the 501st should bring you happiness. You didn’t want them to be tainted by the lingering heartbreak of tonight if you could help it.

The racing sounds of nightlife mutffle your hearing, so a stab of fear strikes you when you feel yourself being suddenly tugged into the side alley of 79s.

“Enough,” Rex growls into your ear. He leads both of you out of sight and behind some of the bar’s shipment crates. With careful hands, he lightly pushes you into the wall and stays pressed up in front of you. Just enough room for you to push him away if you really wanted to. Just enough room to intoxicate your senses with only his presence.

Running his hands over his cropped hair, Rex watches you with a glint of frustration in his eyes. “I tried to be nice,” he starts off in a low voice.

“I didn’t fucking ask. I told you I was leaving,” you bite back. Your finger nails dig into the palm of your hand.

“Will you let me speak,” he snaps. His chest plate rising and falling in heavy breaths. “You were the one kicking up a scene in there and out front. What are you doing here?”

“You don’t own this bar, Rex. Anyone can come and enjoy a night out,” you seethe.

“I may not own this bar in a legal sense, but this is the closest place us clones can call home. You know that. Why not some other bar? I told you- we’re done. We had a nice run. But we need split ways,” he rumbles. With each painful word, his face moves closer your own. Hard, amber eyes lock with yours as mixed emotions flash across the surface to show peeks of the soft look of adoration underneath. The musky scent of his cologne mixes with the whiskey on his breath to make you feel dizzy. “That includes where we spend our nights out. Now I’m going to have to bat off Kix and Fives for who knows how long”.

“That’s what you wanted. Not me,” you lash out. His eyes widen slightly at your volume, and you jab his chest plate with your finger before he can regain control of the conversation. “I didn’t want our relationship to end. I didn’t want you to let me go. I didn’t even get a say in the matter. And, I certainly didn’t ask you to be nice”. Your voice steadily grows in volume as your body trembles in anger. “You're a soldier. You made where your loyalty stands, so fucking clear. If this is your choice then you have to own up to the consequences of your actions. So dealing with your squad’s questions -- my fucking friends, who I haven’t see because I for some fucking reason respected your request for space -- about why I haven’t been around or why I was so desperate to leave tonight, is your own fucking fault. Kriff, for someone who is haran bent to follow orders and lead by a good example, you’re an awful person”. 

Rex takes a step away from you. Hurt melts away his anger, and he looks down at his boots. Fists flexing by his sides.

“This isn’t you,” you quietly sob, “I know you. I know the real Rex. Your boys know you, and they see something’s wrong”. With shaking hands, you softly hold his armored hand in a careful clasp. “Why won’t you let me in? Let me help you. All I have wanted in our relationship is to be by your side and support you”. You take a daring step closer to him, and when he doesn’t pull away, you wrap him in a tight embrace. 

The cool plastoid feels grimy to your skin. They couldn’t have been plantside for more than a few hours. Desperate to taste a sense of home and normalcy after the latest dire mission. Tentative hands drag across the fabric of your shirt and press you further into his chest plate.

Rex flexes his fingers to gently pull your body as close as he can with armor still sitting heavy on his shoulders. Pressing his face into the curve of your neck, he breathes you in to try to ground him. It’s always been you. Your face is the first image that would grace his vision when he closes his eyes each night. Memories of small acts of love keeps him grounded when news of a lost brother is announced. The echo of your laugh overpowers the crashing bomb shells on the battleground. No matter where in the galaxy he travels to, Rex can only think about you and how you have cared for him. He couldn’t risk that being taken away from him. He couldn’t risk anyone trying to use a GAR officer’s riduur as leverage.

“Enough,” Rex’s broken voice pleads into the crook of your neck. He closes his watery eyes and pulls you closer when you tenderly trail your finger across his back plate. Even with GAR issued armor and regulation protection, Rex knows your caring hands will be his downfall.

“Rex,” you gasp in his ear. Your voice light like the cool breeze that causes both of you to shiver. “Rex, I-”.

“Don’t,” he begs, “Don’t say it”. He drags his nose across the column of your neck, and both of you feel slight dampness where your bodies connect. Placing a gentle kiss in the dip of your neck, Rex shakes his head and pleads, “Cyar’ika, if you finish that sentence I will never be able to walk away from you. Not even when I’m called back to base for training or briefings. Especially, not when I know I face death like a familiar acquaintance everyday”.

“But, you didn’t face death today,” you hold him closer. The two of you are trying to mold into each other. Either to rekindle a lingering flame or to imprint a final memory of each other’s body to forever remember. “You face your lover today. Your lover who only asks one thing of you”.

Rex shudders a pained breath that sweeps across your skin. His lips trail everywhere as he can’t find the strength to pull himself away from your hold. “I can’t stay, cyar’ika. And, I can’t put you through the constant pain of not knowing if I’m alive,” his words break with a sob. “I’m trying to protect you. I don’t get to make many choices for myself or my  life, but I have the choice to protect you. I will always choose you, your safety, and your happiness over my own. My runi is tied to yours, and I am bound to you for darasuum”. Overwhelmed by emotions, Rex moves his head to lean his forehead against yours. Tears freely stream down his face as he bares himself in front of you.

“You are my happiness, riduur,” your gentle affirmation is met by a pained whimper. “Without you, I am nothing but a body. My runi is tied to yours, and I am bound to you for darasuum. Come home, lover”.

“I don’t want to keep hurting you,” Rex whispers. His amber eyes glisten as he watches your own eyes trickle with tears.

“Then come home where you belong. By my side. I don’t ask you to give up your brothers or stay away from the battlefield. Let me know that when you come planetside on leave, that you’ll come home to me and let me care for you”.

Unable to tell where one body starts and the other meets, the two of you keep each other in a searing embrace. Tears stream together as you press closer to his face. Nose bumps cause choked chuckles to fall. Heavy breaths fan across chapped lips just millimeters away from meeting in the middle.

“Please,” your soft plea ghosts over his mouth. Your invitation tastes of home cooked meals and warm caf in the morning.

“Always, cyar’ika. I will do everything in my power to come home to you,” Rex promises and places a gentle kiss on your growing smile, “I’m so sorry I left you, riddur”.

One hand slips just underneath the hem of your shirt to feel the familiar planes of your body as Rex rests his other hand on the nape of your neck. Unable to fight against the force pulling the two of you together, Rex dips down and presses a chaste kiss to your beaming smile. Another falls soon after, slightly longer as he traces the curve of your bottom lip with his tongue. And another when you look at him in adoration that pulls a soft sigh. A new sound to allow himself to reimagine when he misses you. Ready to come home to caring hands.

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[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Dancing In The Kitchen

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: Dancing in the Kitchen by Zachary Knowles)

Two months passed since you and Nanami became a couple. When both of your schedules call for it, the two of you would typically go out to eat and walk around Tokyo. He would remain close to you, hand in hand, with you staying away from the busy roads.

Nanami cherishes these moments. He never thought he would develop feelings for a non-sorcerer nor did he think you would accept the fact that he is one. You were very understanding with his job. Not once did you get upset over cancelled dates or late meetings. You always told him to stay safe after date cancellations. You would smile happily when you see him during the late meetings.

This time, the two of you were off for the evening. You suggested dinner and he easily agreed. Dinner at a restaurant is simple. It was just deciding where to go that was typically difficult. Mostly because of you but he figured out a way to get an answer from you quickly.

“Actually, I was wondering if you would like to come over,” you suggested shyly as you fiddled with your fingers. Nanami picked you up from your place as you wanted to hangout with your close friend, Gojo. Yes. That’s how you two met.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he said. “But I think you should come to my place first.” You shook your head.

“I planned this out over and over in my head this morning. Please? I even got bread being made, Kento-kun!” Nanami blushed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. You were being cute and he loves grabbing your face and kissing you when you do that.

“Okay.”

“Yay!” He remembered Gojo mentioning they were friends since childhood. Now he sees it, but he loves it better on you. Your playfulness and cuteness.

“Oi! Nanami!” Gojo called. Nanami entered the office after driving you home. You wanted to clean up and prepare for dinner. “What do you plan to do when you go to her apartment?”

“Eat dinner,” Nanami answered. “Talk. Our usual stuff.” Gojo didn’t seem convinced as he circled the tall blonde male. Nanami grew impatient and just wanted to start on his reports so he can leave sooner.

“I’ll kill you if you hurt her,” he said.

“So you said, every week,” Nanami replied. Gojo then smiled and placed an arm around his shoulders.

“Alright alright, I’ll stop,” he said. “I did play Cupid on you guys. Bring over wine. She’s likes—-“

“Sweet white wine. If red, she doesn’t want it too sweet nor dry.”

“Bring her flowers too! Be romantic!”

“I already ordered a bouquet that I’ll pick up after work. Quit interrogating me.”

“I want what’s best for her!”

“I have chocolate on my desk for her.”

“That’s better.” Nanami sighed. The only downside was being around Gojo constantly who constantly threatens him if you got hurt. However, you always knew how to control Gojo. Or Gojo just favors listening to you.

Nanami was pretty sure he was speeding all the way to your place. He had to make a U-turn or two because he forgot about the flowers and wine. You texted him earlier that you would leave the front door unlocked for him. He shook his head. When he told you not to, he’s praying that you really did lock it.

Nope.

He entered inside your home. He hung his jacket up the coat rack by him and removed his shoes. His blunt sword was leaning against the wall and he decided to loosen his tie and unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt and the cuffs of his sleeves.

He could hear music playing from the kitchen. The closer he got, the more he could hear you hum. And once he entered the kitchen, he leaned against the open frame with crossed arms and smiled to see you swaying in a dance. He decided not to say anything. He wonders how long it will take you to realize that he arrived.

He was patient. It’s been 10 minutes, so he he quietly placed your flowers, wine, and chocolate on the table and walked closer to you.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he said softly after his touch made you jump. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and swayed side to side with you.

“When did you get here, Kento-kun?” you asked curiously.

“About ten minutes ago.” He turned you around and held your hands. He placed your arms around his neck while his arms remained around your waist. You smiled and stood on your toes as the two of you swayed to the music. “You usually sing and dance when you cook?”

“It calms the nerves,” you confessed.

“Don’t stop doing it. I like dancing with you.” You smiled. You didn’t know much time passed but your eyes widened when you came back to reality.

“The food!” you exclaimed. He caught the quick whiff of something burning. Immediately you turned the stove off and sighed. “Ummm can we order in?”

“Yes, my darling.”

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[ffauthor]

H-hello!.. uh .. can you write something soft and fluffy(maybe with little nsfw?) with William Afton and demonic!male!reader?

Pretty please👉👈

-🌯

Oh! Yes i can! (I hope). Thank you!

Alr, this is my first time writing a male reader, so I hope I did a decent job!

Definitely... Uh- soft, hehe-

Male! reader x Wiliam Afton

SW!: Gore ending with- fluff.

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The screams of supposed children echo through the hallways. A burst of familiar deep laughter fills your ears as you lay your hand on the metal door, a sign saying 'staff only' catching your eyes.

You recognized that laughter, although not this darkened and full of.. anger. You only heard it softly, when you two would be laying in bed, with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your torso.

It was one of those 'rare' moments. Most of the time William would be making sure you wouldn't be doing anything stupid, like yelling at a random person staring at you too long or trying to sneak in a random house and plundering the fridge at a fast phase. Yes, you attempted that a few times, and one time William let you.

You weren't used to it, but still, it attracted you more than ever. The sound of his breathing and the grunts mixed with the cries for help were like music to your ears. You were hesitating, listening with your ear close to the door while biting your lip.

What the hell was he doing? Thoughts were running through your head, constantly ending up with the same solution. Open the damn door and-

A gasp leaves your mouth as you look at the scene in front of you. There he stood, knife gripped strongly in his left hand while a yellow bunny suit was hanging loosely in his middle. The knife was full of blood and the yellow suit was now stained in red liquid. The liquid of a helpless child laying in front of him, they're weakened arms trying to keep the male away.

Your eyes widen, and your mouth met agape as you just switch between the helpless child and the male you love dearest, your body shaking a bit. ''William-'' The male in front of you froze at the mention of his name and the sound of the beautiful voice coming from behind him.

He knew he fucked up. Especially now that the love of his life was standing a few meters away from him. When he turned his head around, afraid of the look on their small bunny's face, his heart beat fast against his chest, he could feel it in his throat.

His little demonic bunny wasn't scared, angry or.. sad. He was smiling. Not a very bright smile but a light smirk, as he bit his lip. A habit he always did when trying to solve the situation.

William didn't hesitate any longer and stood as fast as he could, careful not to activate the spring locks.

He slowly made his way towards the smaller male, leaning against the doorframe. ''Y/n- I can-'' The male just shook his head and leaned forward, the door closing behind him with a thud. It was the smell of blood that freaked him out a little, sure he wasn't the most innocent boy either, but he never hurt a fly.. psychically.

He had to get used to the fact the male he thought he knew killed little kids like there was no tomorrow. He was stuck in his thoughts, zoning out and completely oblivious to his name being called over and over again. ''Y/n!'' Two strong arms met around your torso, the smell of blood a little too close for your liking.

But William would never hurt you. You knew that. William made that very clear. It took you a while to pull yourself together and wrap your arms back around William's bloodied suit, but when you did you immediately relaxed when he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

''I'm sorry you had to see this, my love, really-'' you shook your head once again, pulling away slightly from the male looking into your eyes confused, as to read your next move.

William imagined all kinds of scenarios like you pushing him away and never talking to him again or you slapping him over and over again while cursing him inside out.

When you didn't do any of those things he was shocked. You moved your hand towards his cheek, tracing your eyes against your hands' movement as you wiped a little bit of blood from his cheek, your intrusive thoughts making you lick the blood from your finger slowly.

you kept eye contact with the much taller male in front of you, his eyes showing pure confusion and shock. Until your soft lips met his, causing William to hold his breath. You cling onto his strong figure like a little child holding onto their parents' leg.

William held you up, his grip on you protectively and securely as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You accidentally looked over his shoulder to see the poor kid in a pile of their own blood, which made you look away and back into William's chest again.

William opened his mouth to talk but closed it when you interrupted him.

''Don't talk, just.. bring me home please.''

#william afton x y/n #william afton x male reader #william afton #william afton au #fnaf oneshot #fnaf fluff #fnaf #child murder

[husky-studies]

Silver wolf x male reader. Male reader is an engineer for the Stellaron hunters, and is incredibly good at what he does. Him ans Silverwolf started by doing some missions together where readers knowledge of many different systems helped Silverwolf to easily break into certain systems on stations, ships, ect. More efficebtly. They are greatly interested in ll forms of tech and has a special fascination for the Aether Cartriges, seeing them as a bit of a holy grail in the tech field, wishing he could get his hands on one of his own. So one day SilverWolf perhaps spends some time teaching him what she knows of the Aether Cartriges and he is able to make his own version of an Aether Cartrige

Concept: Silver Wolf with a male!engineer!reader

Character(s): Silver Wolf, mentions of Elio and Kafka, reader is male and is apart of the stellaron hunters

Warning(s): none

Note(s): WELL this request seems interesting with the reader having his own Aether Cartridge. I'M SORRY IF THIS LOOKS MORE LIKE GENDER NEUTRAL READER, I ADDED SOME DIALOGUES WITH THE CHARACTERS TO SHOW THAT THE READER IS INDEED MALE 😭😭

-Elio introduced you to them team as a new member of the stellaron hunters

-You, who's an engineer is partnered up with Silver Wolf with her advanced hacking skills (and her 76 freezed accounts /hj)

-Silver Wolf wouldn't really pay much attention because, although she thinks she doesn't need your assistance

-You proved her wrong by helping her hack into the system of a robot that somehow can't be hacked by her

"It should have work, but why isn't it working?" Silver wolf muttered to herself. You who were watching her, came up next to her and tried to help. "I can try something, we can try changing the system manually from the outside." You said as you start to tinker with the cables and switches.

-surprise surprise, it worked

-"told you he's a good edition to the team, Elio is never wrong in picking members" -Kafka rubbing the fact you solved the problem alone

-now she has more trust in your ability in engineering and the many types of systems from your experience

-this made her work even more fast and efficient

-she would be even more surprise by your interest of the aether cartridge, even with all of your skills and knowledge

"You know, he has wishing to get his own aether cartridge. I'm not sure what's holding him back from asking you, but I'm pretty sure you can help him" Kafka told Silver Wolf as they observed you looking for information about the aether cartridge from afar. "Huh, maybe I can return the favor by helping him with it" Silver Wolf said.

-you were just trying to find some information before silver wolf tapped your shoulder and told you that she would try and help to teach you make one on your own

-of course, you accepted it (say yes on gun point /j)

-after a few trials and errors, you manage to make your OWN aether cartridge, of course because your skills in engineer it focuses on something else

-instead of hacking it does reverse engineering (basically it deconstructs software and machines to extract design informations from it, but lets just say its to know the model and so SW can hack faster)

"Oh, impressive. This would definitely lighten my work, thank you y/n" Silver wolf said

-although she still has her Aether Cartridge, a little help won't hurt

I AM SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES IN HERE, IM NOT REALLY GOOD WITH ENGINEERING 😭😭

Tag(s): none atm

#honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr #hsr silver wolf #silver wolf x reader #silver wolf #male reader #hsr x reader