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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio.

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched.

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.”

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze.

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!”

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time.

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s.

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry.

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.”

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him.

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.”

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.”

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying.

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down.

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval.

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair.

“Fine.”

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next.

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye.

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact.

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.”

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half.

Nothing significant comes to mind.

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him.

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug.

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.”

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat.

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs.

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back.

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.”

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again.

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.”

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station.

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience.

So why is his stomach still in knots?

*******

Fuck.

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down.

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile.

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.”

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do.

You’re sure he does.

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan.

“Have a seat.”

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway.

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.”

Minho’s brow arches a little higher.

“At eleven PM?”

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie.

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door.

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.”

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze.

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now.

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.”

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying.

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment.

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator.

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave.

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing.

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close.

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view.

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him.

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner.

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion.

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone.

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears.

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha.

Fuck.

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response.

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button.

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased.

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his.

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-”

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back.

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you.

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs.

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm.

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?”

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds.

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.”

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“That’s not what Changbin said.”

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his.

“Fuck Changbin.”

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?”

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back.

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it.

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening.

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before.

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?”

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach.

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates.

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them.

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale.

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.”

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach.

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.”

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy.

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own.

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you.

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up.

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before.

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.”

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers.

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now.

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?”

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze.

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?”

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?”

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks.

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy, I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement.

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely.

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping.

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more.

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze.

“Baby. Look at me.”

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you.

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now.

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone.

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness.

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.”

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest.

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body.

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now.

Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours.

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.”

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.”

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away.

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.”

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk.

“Now, was that so hard?”

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare.

“Say it back.”

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own.

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.”

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound.

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth.

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue.

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones.

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth.

He arches a brow.

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.”

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk.

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?”

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own.

“I think we can make that happen.”

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces.

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours.

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-”

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now.

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert.

“Jeongin?”

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair.

“Hey, noona.”

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-”

Oh. Fuck.

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-”

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.”

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him.

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?”

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge.

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-”

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is.

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?”

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?”

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels.

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.”

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room.

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him.

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.”

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.”

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders.

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.”

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up.

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.”

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?”

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath.

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you.

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.”

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed.

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction.

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked.

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat.

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want.

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further.

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze.

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?”

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth.

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move.

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?”

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants.

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already.

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head.

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him.

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes.

“Yes, daddy.”

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed.

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.”

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving.

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction.

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it.

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath.

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad.

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?”

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch.

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering.

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder.

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close.

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha.

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already.

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion.

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold.

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already.

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire.

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features.

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.”

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand.

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?”

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication.

He approaches the bed, and swallows again.

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-”

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination.

“No, I want to.”

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.”

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?”

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan.

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?”

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice.

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth.

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips.

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?”

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue.

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair.

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now.

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his.

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue.

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release.

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath.

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.”

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside.

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan.

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves.

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed.

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes.

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand.

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately.

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind.

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy.

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well.

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe.

Warm and content.

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed.

“Okay, now you.”

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile.

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.”

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do.

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest.

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile.

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.”

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips.

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.”

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Bang Chan.”

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished.

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips.

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes.

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.”

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.”

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you.

It’s the one you’ve been looking for.

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare.

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.”

You grin at that.

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.”

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mistyyyy · 22 days

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Omg hiiii!

Uhhhh this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if I’m coming off too direct but idk any other way to do this. ✌️✌️

Can I request a pegging fic w/ Aizawa, where you’ve folded him in half are holding his legs down while his hands are bound. I’ve found little to no fics with a sub!aizawa, nonetheless fics that really hit the nail on the head for this mans character 😩😩😩.

Like- he’s trying not to give you a reaction.. but those strokes you’re giving him 🤭.

My boys having a really really tough time, twitching and shaking involuntarily. Biting his lip to try and muffle the sounds while he squirms for some sort of leverage but he can’t do anything because you’ve folded this man like paper. He’s trying to fight against the leather cuffs but to no avail. He would be wondering why tf he let you do this to him but he can’t think of anything other than you ramming that dildo up his ass- SORRY IM GONNA STOP NOW ✋✋✋ WHEWWWWWWWWWW

Resist.

Heyy….yall 👀 *clears throat.*

CW: Condescending reader, soft dom reader, pegging, bottom Aizawa, sub Aizawa, slight feminization, slight mean reader, forced edging, restraining

Words: 940

"Come on now baby you can take this dick..." You breathed out, warm breath fanning into his blushed ear as your strap slammed in and out of his hole. His moans were whiny and guttural, his breath and body strained as you forced his thighs against stomach. "M-mngh- fuck you..." he cursed out, pretty eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get a hold of reality, trying to ignore how good you made him felt. He was so stubborn, not wanting to fully submit even if you had him folded like this

You couldn't help but to grin down at him, the grip on his hairy thighs tightening. You found it amusing that he was suffering, that he was trying so hard not to enjoy the way you thrusted into him, the tip of your strap repeatedly thrusting into his prostate. "Cmon baby don't be like that... shit, you're dripping like a girl." You chuckled eyes peering down towards his throbbing red tip, pre cum drooling down to his toned belly, sliding down his angry shaft.

Your words only added more embarrassment to his situation, sun freckled skin flushing red, arms flexing behind his back as he wanted to so badly touch you, to place his hands underneath your ass to help you fuck him. His body twitched and arched, his lips red and swollen as he pulled them into his mouth to keep his nasty sounds at bay.

It didn't work of course. Not when you were fucking him like this, not when your nails dug into his muscles to hold his thighs in place, his ass and your hips angled just right. "Mmnhg-mmsofuckinclose," he whines, voice fast, throat raspy and raw from his muffled groans and grunts-rambles falling from his swollen lips, repeating how close he was to releasing.

Then you did something unexpected, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth-he almost choked and cough. Your hand left his thigh to grip onto the base of his dick, your grip tight, holding onto him like a vise. "Don't fucking cum yet, don't you dare... not until you admit it," you spoke, your hips slowing, letting him chase the orgasm he couldn't quite grasp.

This was fucking torture for the man, his face scrunching up from the uncomfortable feeling of his balls and stomach tightening from the edge, from how tight you were holding him. Why why whyyy did he let you do this? Why did he agree to let you play with him like this- why... his thoughts soon turned into mush though as he desperately wanted that high, to feel that fuzzy feeling in his brain when he came.

“P-please..” he gritted out, hoping if he begged you for release he wouldn’t have to admit how good it felt, how much he enjoyed being folded and manhandled like this. Little did he know this was more pathetic than him just admitting how good it felt.

You didn’t let him get a pass. As much as you loved to hear his rough pleases and begs to cum- you didn’t let him. So with a corrective slap on his thigh, your hips continued to move relentlessly, your hand fisting his cock tightly, not giving him a chance to forget his place. “Come on baby, you know what I want to hear. Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how good your wife is fucking you,”

Your tone was cocky and condescending, a smirk on your face as you listened to his pained whines and whimpering, watching as his stomach caved in, his plump pecks vibrating with every thrust you gave him. He couldn’t even speak coherently anymore, his deep voice replaced with something more feminine and rough as he tried to explain how good you made him felt. “I-oh god-I- I can’t, please- you make me-“ he swallowed thickly, his voice a gasp as you kept hitting that spot, his balls throbbing and red as you restricted his base, “feelsogood,” he continued, eyes barely opened as they stared up at yours.

You felt a pang of satisfaction once he finally gave you what you wanted, a low hum leaving your throat. You could feel the way he throbbed and pulsated in your palm, his body reacting to your noises, your voice, your movements. When you finally released his shaft his mind couldn’t even keep up with the way his body reacted, how fast his orgasm came, how hot and twitchy his body felt as a white heat filled his body.

You watch as his heavy load squirted and shot onto his stomach, his chest, how it lazily dripped down his red cock until it dropped near his navel. “Mm~ good job baby… you look so good like this.” You praised your husband, your sloppy thrusting slowly down into a lazily hump as you let him ride through his orgasm.

His tanned lined body stained red, his abdomen covered in his sweat and arousal, black hair sprawled on y’all’s mattress like a dark halo. He huffed out air as he slowly caught his breath, his body felt like jello and his thighs twitched against his body as he felt your gently thumbs draw circles on the inside of his muscles. “Fuck… where’d you learn that…” he asked, voice raspy and tired as his eyes came to a close.

You chuckled, a cocky grin on your face as you continued to stare down at his fucked state. “Twitter.”

#blackreader #domgirl #femreader #top!reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!aizawa #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #bnha shouta aizawa #smut #bnha smut

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yelena-belovas-gun · 8 months

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Overworked (Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You end up working a little too much.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!engineer!reader

Warnings: Overworking, tension, stress, anxiety, sickness, fever.

Requested by the following bao bun: @splat-tasha

Translations: 1. Detka: baby 2. Malyshka: baby girl 3. Dorogoy: darling 4. Moya lyubov: my love

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Honestly, working with S.H.I.E.L.D was very well paying, well-rewarding, and worth all the effort you put into it. You loved building things for the agents, coming up with new designs for weapons and bringing them up from graphite on paper into metal on gunpowder.

Natasha had to admit, though...you overdid it sometimes. You'd sometimes lose days of sleep over some new variation of a weapon, or while repairing a broken jet. Now, the bags under your eyes had pretty much become your personal accessory.

"Detka, please, don't overwork yourself..." she'd mutter against your hair as she cuddled your tired body after you'd finally let yourself rest.

"I won't, darling, I swear..." you'd mumble, but it would end up being a lie within the next two days, maximum.

This time, it went a little too far.

The entire day, you'd shown small signs that you were slowly falling sick from the amount you were working. Starting with your sudden loss of appetite, to blinking for a few seconds longer than any normal person would deem healthy.

"L/n, I need this ray gun fixed, asap," one of the agents said, handing you the said weapon. You shook your head to clear your foggy senses and nodded, taking it.

Later that day, Fury called you to his office and described a new kind of weapon they'd need for a stealth mission, and of course, you agreed to have the prototype ready within three days.

"Hey, Y/n, can you fix my pistols?" Maria asked you after that interaction, handing you a box. "For some reason, the safety isn't coming on on either of them since my niece messed with them, and I cannot have guns without a safety lock in the house..."

"N-no issue, Keya..." you mumbled, addressing her by the wrong name in your tiredness.

"Keya?" she raised a brow.

"Shit, sorry, I meant Maria..." you apologised, embarrassed. "I'm a bit tired, sorry. I'll have the guns fixed by tomorrow, no issue."

She smiled and thanked you, walking away.

You continued to walk around and work like a corpse, and felt the need for several cups of very strong coffee throughout the course of the day.

Natasha felt her gut telling her something was wrong, and decided to go and check on you.

And thank every merciful god that she did.

You were a mess, your workshop was like a hurricane hit it and it then got ransacked by an army of wild cats.

Nuts and bolts littered the floor, pages were scattered across two worktables joined together, grease stained the floor, and a concerning number of coffee cups were strewn around.

She heard the buzzing of a soldering iron and saw you at a worktable which had some of the surface visible. Your hands, which were normally so steady, were trembling, and you looked like you wanted to pass out as you fixed the safety lock of Maria's guns.

You got a phone call, and didn't notice Nat as you answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Hey, Y/n, it's Phil. Coulson," came the voice from the other line. "So, um, I know you fixed my car earlier this week, but I got into a bit of a scuffle...the engine's not starting up and I think I screwed up the oil tank while I was at it cause this bugger won't fill up at all."

You exhaled heavily, putting a grease-stained, and shockingly blistered hand to your forehead, making another black mark appear on your skin. "I'll come over tomorrow to look at it, Dave."

"...Dave? What the hell?" His voice sounded confused and irritated, making you click your tongue in annoyance and sigh.

"I'm sorry, that's the thirdtimetoday..." you muddled your words together as well, making him as you to repeat. "I said it's the third time I've messed up someone's name."

"No problem, just can you fix it?" He asked.

"Yeah," you bade him goodbye and cut the call, going over to your whiteboard, where an array of tasks and their deadlines were listed out.

Natasha was horrified to see how many of them were marked for each day.

"Y/n, what the fuck?" Natasha gasped, seeing your hand shake and seeing you screw up Phil's name spelling on the board thrice.

You turned around and gripped the edge of a chair for support. You had a headache, and now were too dizzy to stand.

"O-oh...h-hi, Tasha..." you smiled at her.

"Don't you 'hi Tasha' me, idiot!" She stormed over to you, but nevertheless took your greasy hand in hers tenderly. "Detka, you are so overworked..." she felt how cold your hands were and immediately checked your temperature.

Fever.

"And you have a fever!" She gasped, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick!?"

"I'm not sick...am I?" Your eyes widened as you looked at the board, panicking. "No, no, no, I can't fall sick! I have so many things to give by tomorrow!"

"Y/n," Natasha's voice was scarily firm as she held you in place, forcing you to look into her eyes. "I am taking you home, and you will rest, or else."

"But Tasha..." you whined, but she was having non of it.

"Moya lyubov, moya dorogoya," she sighed, petting your hair and speaking as if you were a five year old, "You need rest, otherwise you'll fall sicker. Now, go and wait in the car."

"...yes, Tasha..." you mumbled like a five year old, and walked off.

Natasha was like an angry mama bear as she stormed into Nick Fury's office.

"Nicholas Fury, how dare you run Y/n to such levels of exhaustion that she's fallen sick!" She exclaimed, seething. "She has a fever, she is literally stumbling around and surviving on unhealthy amounts of caffeine, and is mixing up people's names! How dare you treat her like a machine! she fixes machines, doesn't mean she is one!"

Fury sighed and remained calm in the face of the livid assassin. "Please, tell Y/n to keep her projects on hold, and that she has nothing to worry about because we will pay for this sick leave. Happy?"

"Very. Now if I ever see this happen again, I will commit murder, and it will be yours." She turned on her heel and stalked off, back to the car where you were.

She got into the driver's seat and kept you nicely warm in her jacket, till you both got home.

"Now, malyshka, please rest," she kissed your forehead and smiled after she'd tucked you into bed.

"Thank you, Tasha..." you mumbled. she lay beside you and gently stroked your hair, stopping after you fell asleep, and cuddled you to recovery.

Maybe overworking had it's own perks...

THE END.

#natasha romanoff #shield #natasha romanoff x reader #femreader #engineer!y/n #wlw #bisexual #lesbian

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gatitties · 2 years

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Magpie

─ Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x reader

─ Summary: you like shiny things and you may have a bit of diogenes syndrome, you just like to collect things!

─ Warnings: none

(Whitebeard ver.)

─ Your strange nature was what made Luffy want you on his ship, he probably just saw you doing something crazy just because you saw something shiny and immediately needed it.

─ Nami and Usopp were not in favor at first, the others have already gotten used to their captain's stupidities, but these two are terrified that you could be someone dangerous.

─ They completely forgot when Nami sees you appear with a bunch of jewelry you found lying around as well as relatively good material for Usopp's (or Franky) weapons.

─ You're like an angel from heaven to the orange girl, practically a money maker!

─ And the others just love watching you collect things, even though it's mostly shiny things, you can always end up going astray when you find, for example, nice looking rocks.

─ You and Luffy have a collection of rocks together, they are all named.

─ Chopper always asks you for help collecting medicinal plants because you're just good at finding things, even though you get distracted by other small items along the way.

─ And that's not all, everyone named you Zoro's official partner, not only are you good at finding little things of interest, you also have a radar to find people! as if you were born with the orientation that the swordsman lacks.

─ Although many times you just get distracted following a trail of shiny things and lose Zoro…

─ Sanji asks you for help from time to time, there are many utensils in the kitchen and he has to move fast, if he loses something among the sea of food and utensils you are always there to give it to him because with a simple glance you found it.

─ The same goes for the parts that Franky needs, you could find that needle in a haystack without breaking a sweat.

─ And while they generally love your collector's character, sometimes you keep too much useless stuff, Robin is the one to let you know when to stop, much as she doesn't like to tell you.

─ You probably ran into Shachi and Penguin before Law and they were the ones who saw you chasing a trail of forgotten jewels on the floor.

─ They thought you were adorable, they saw how your face lit up with illusion when you cleaned the earth of those shiny things.

─ And they probably asked you for help to find those mushrooms that their captain had sent them to look for, just a look at the image they held of the mushroom was enough to find a lot of them.

─ Law should definitely have you on the team, at least, that's what these two thought.

─ And indeed you ended up in the Polar Tang thanks to your more than useful little hobbies.

─ Leaving aside that you were usually the one in charge of finding all the rare medical things that Law asked for, Bepo ended up being your faithful collector companion.

─ When you two have a free day you always get lost on any island, although you love shiny things, you also chased little animals; frogs, lizards, butterflies… although all of these without catching them, just to observe them.

─ You have little competitions with Shachi and Penguin to see which one of the three gets the prettiest shell, Ikkaku is always the judge of the competitions, and she definitely has favoritims towards you so she lets you win most of the time.

─ You also help her in the kitchen, because despite the fact that most of the team is quite organized ─Law's fault─ they can always lose something or other inside the submarine.

─ You are a heart attack for Law when you mutter to yourself when you collect things, just adorable, although he will also tell you not to take so many things, you cannot fill the submarine with everything you collect.

─ Oh boy, Kid is so mad, he's been searching for a specific screw for weeks and it just doesn't seem to exist in the world, then one day he bumps into you, pushes you and knocks you down without giving a shit, but then…

─ His eyes widen when he sees that when you fall you drop a bunch of those fucking bolts to the ground, his eye twitches in irritation.

─ For once he decides not to explode against someone, because he uses the gears in his head, if you have so many of those it is because you got them from somewhere, and you will definitely take him there, right?

─ Well, after that he practically kidnapped you because you didn't go to any stores or street vendors, you were just digging in the dirt and you kept pulling out valuable things.

─ Killer just silently watches you as you get on the boat following a handful of coins heading towards the Victoria Punk in a painfully obvious way.

─ Apparently they just needed to keep showing you brilliant stuff for you to stay, they have a lot of that here! so you were good.

─ You have a collection of necklaces that you share with Wire, charms or piercings that match with Heat.

─ Killer scolds you from time to time because you bring a lot of unnecessary things, but he will let you have your little space for some things.

─ Kid sees you as a tracking dog, you once bit his ankles because despite not denying that you were an excellent tracker, you had more honor than being called simply 'dog'.

─ The others also discovered that it was better not to touch your valuables because you would have no problem throwing fists ─or bites─ to defend your precious things.

#op #one piece x reader #strawhats x reader #heart pirates #heart pirates x reader #kid pirates x reader #reader insert #gnreader #femreader #male reader #headcannons #kid pirates #strawhats

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loungeact-143 · 2 months

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The Night Away

Description: Y/n waited on Chan to get home from the studio, she ended up falling asleep on the couch. Chan carried Y/n to the bedroom and they fell asleep together.

Y/n was sitting down on the couch, she was watching some random movie that she picked out, trying to entertain herself. She was waiting on her boyfriend to come home from the studio. Bang Chan actually had time off from work, but Y/n still followed the routine of waiting to greet Chan when he got home. It's usually a big hug and her showering kisses all over Chan. Y/n shows her appreciation for Chan anytime she can.

Around 15 minutes passed by and Y/n started to feel her eyes get heavy. She checked her phone to see if Chan had texted her, he usually did. She frowned as she only saw her lock screen wallpaper, which was a picture of her and Chan laughing at a photo booth. The tiredness was taking over her, she couldn't hear anything from the TV anymore and her eyes were fluttering. It didn't take long for her body to give out and fall asleep.

The time was now 3:00 am, hours had passed by and Chan was finally driving home. He checked the time and cursed in his head when he saw how late it was, thinking about how he left Y/n waiting for him. He ended up finishing multiple songs, so that he wouldn't have that on his mind, he was free now. He walked in his shared apartment and got comfortable, changing into his pajamas. He tip toed to the couch where Y/n was peacefully sleeping. He got on his knees and caressed her face with his hands, a whimpering noise came out of her mouth at his touch. He giggled at her sound and ran his hands over her shoulder.

"This can't be comfortable baby, let's sleep in our bed"

Her eyes fluttered when she heard him speak, trying to hide her rosy cheeks.

"Channie?"

Y/n had waken up, rubbing her eyes and looking at Chan. "When did you come home?"

"I came home around 3:00 in the morning, I'm sorry that I left you hanging. I just wanted to finish some songs, I'm here with you now, and I won't leave"��

Chan picked up Y/n and carried her, bridal style. He examined Y/n's tired face and rosy cheeks, he started blushing himself. Chan entered the bedroom and placed Y/n on her side of the bed. Chan then walked to his side of the bed and got under the covers.

Chan moved closer to Y/n and wrapped his strong arms around her, her face being buried in his chest. Chan kissed Y/n on the forehead and hugged her a little tighter while rubbing the back of her head.

"I love you, Channie"

"I love you too, I won't leave you alone again"

......

An: I know that it's been a while since I posted my last story, I apologize. 🥸

#bang chan #stray kids #bang chan fluff #fluff #stray kids fluff #chan x reader #femreader #y/n

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chaengluva · 7 months

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Get Your Girl

Reneé Rapp x Fem!Reader: 1.4k: Masterlist

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You have been a huge fan of Reneé for the longest time, you have seen her on Broadway and ever since then you have been in love. You were so happy when you got tickets to her concert, you have been counting down the days to go and it has finally come, getting ready with your friend was the best feeling ever, you were so nervous knowing that you got VIP tickets, I mean, you were excited to meet her, but you were also very nervous.

The thought of it still hasn't hit yet, but you have planed what you will say to her because you really don't want to stuff it up. Your friend was currently putting putting you on your eye make up and she wasn't a big of a fan as you, so she wasn't feeling as nervous as you are right now. "You okay?" She asks it sweetly. You breath heavily "Yeah I'm okay.." she smiles, continuing your make up.

The time had finally came, you were driving to the concert, It was quite early since you wanted a good place, that was close to the front, you lined up and saw a few others (mostly lesbians) that had already started lining up. You kept practcing what you would say to Reneé, your friend helped calm you down because she could sense your nervousness.

Time passes quickly you were holding the barricade with a huge smile on your face, you were so excited you couldn't contain your energy. Time passes and Reneé finally comes on stage, you lose your shit, you can't believe see is right there. As you're singing along will all the words, you're friend taps you on the shoulder to show that Reneé is currently looking at you, you look into her eyes and you scream, making her laugh.

The show goes on quickly, but Reneé interacted with the audience a lot making sure that everyone had a good time. Its a Reneé Rapp concert, everyone will have a good time no matter what was the only thought on your mind. You were now waiting for the meet and greet you were feeling very nervous as you walked dup to her, "Hi.." you say shyly. She giggles, giving you a big hug.

You're friend is on the side, taking photos and a video of the moment, you pull out of the hug and start to talk. "I love your work so much, you inspire me with your songs and I really wish i could be as talented as you." You didn't even realise it but you were crying, Reneé noticed before you did and wiped your tears with her sleeve. "Oh my god.. I'm so sorry." you apologise for crying but she assures you that it's okay. "You're so sweet..How old are you?"

"I'm 23." (But tomorrow I turn 23-) She smiles, nodding, the photographer takes the photo and you bid your goodbyes, this moment felt so surreal and you knew you would be sad once it is all over so you cherish every single second of it, and your friend is filming it, so every time you want to watch over it you can. As you left, you were walked away with a smile on your face.

You spent the car ride back, looking over your videos and smiling at the run night you had, you posted the videos to social media, you don't have a huge platform, but you keep in public because you like to share your life with others, as soon as you posted it, you put your phone down and talked to your friend, who was happy for you. As soon as you got home, you went straight to bed.

You wake up with many notifications from Instagram, you look at it very confused, you check to see that not only did your post go viral but Reneé Rapp had commented, your hands were shaking as you read her comment.

"Such as sweet girl."

You were a happy she said girl rather then fan, it made you feel better. You liked the comment and got ready to think of a reply but that was when you got an even more shocking notification. Reneé Rapp had messaged you, at that point in time your friend was still asleep, you were to focussed on this to wake her up, you open the message and you can feel your jaw get wider as you read it.

"Never in my life have I met a fan that was sweet and as caring as you, (or as pretty) the way you talked to me makes me want to get to know you more, we could start through texts or I could take you out, I don't really mind." - Reneé.

Was Reneé asking you out? Did Reneé just call you pretty? You had so much questions running through your head, the whole thing was to hard to think straight, so you texted back without thinking.

"I'd prefer to go out :)"

Shit. What if she thinks you desperate? I mean she did ask you but what if this isn't her? your train of thoughts got cut off from the notification sound of her texting back. She said to meet at a certain location at 6pm. It was already 11am, you only had 7 hours to get ready. You hoped out of bed at the speed of light, hoping in the shower, making sure to wash your hair and shave your legs.

An hour had already passed and you were out of the shower, drying your hair, once you finish you go back into the room and see that you friend is finally staring to wake up. "What are you rushing for?" You're friend askes you, her eyes adjusting to the light. "Oh.. I have a date.." You mumble. Her eyes went wide. "Really, with who?"

You look down, knowing she wouldn't believe you, looking back into her eyes you say, "Reneé..." She laughs, rolling her eyes, waiting for you to say who you are going on a date with, but it never came, she looks into your eyes, "You're serious," you nod, throwing your phone to her, she catches it and reads the chat and her eyes went wide and a big smile appaired on her face.

You got ready for the date, you didn't wear anything way to fancy because you weren't exactly sure if it was a date or not. You just wore a black mini dress with nude coloured heels, Your friend dropped you off and you waited for Reneé, you smiled when you saw her, she was wearing black pants and a cream coloured blouse. "Hi," She smiled.

"Hi," You blushed, she smiled at you, giving you a small hug, looking at you up and down, "You look really pretty.." She smiles, "you do too." She smiles and you walk in to the place, she opens the door for you, and pulls out your chair.

You get to know each other more, Reneé is a really good listener, you love the way she looks at you when you tell her about something. You also listen to her, you found out some things that you would have never guessed about her.

"My friend was so shocked when she found out we were going on a date with you.." You tell her, she gives you a confused look before saying, "Date?"

You face goes read out of embarrassment, you try to think of some words to say, you just feel so embarrassed, "Y/n, it's okay, I was just kidding," She giggles, grabbing your hand, you take a deep breath and calm down, "Of course it's a date," You blush, she's so handsome.

The date came to an end and Reneé told you that she would drive you home, so you told your friend that. As she pulled up into your drive way, as you were about to leave the car, she held your hand, "I had a good time tonight, I really want to go out again,"

You nod, you look into her eyes and see that see is staring at your lips, you look at hers, she puts her hand on your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss, the kiss is nothing big just a light kiss against the lips, perfect for the first kiss.

You pulled away, she looked into your eyes and smiled. You said goodbye, and finally left, Reneé made sure that you were in the house before driving off. As soon as you got inside your friend was on the couch. "Tell me everything!"

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#gxg #mean girls 2024 #regina george #reneé rapp #wlw #leighton murray #mean girls #lesbian #fluff #renee rapp #femreader #reneéxreader

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mirnsey · 8 months

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I either want to hate fuck a man with a collar around his neck as i abuse his prostate and make him cry and not able to speak, babbling for permission to cum

I wanna be taken care of in bed, have a guy whisper that he loves me with all my imperfections in my ear while we fuck, kissing over my skin all the while. And then i would probably cry because i just feel so loved.

And i am now figuring out getting both is very hard

#ఌmirney’s moronic workఌ #꧁i should shut up꧂#domreader #writing #msub #oneshots #sub character #dom reader #fanfic #femreader #mdom #fdom #fsub #desperate times call for desperate measures

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ericshoney · 4 months

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Surprise! ~ Sturniolo triplets

"Nate, do you think this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is! They'll love to see you!"

You were currently contemplating if flying from Boston to LA alone was a wise idea. Nate was trying to tell you it was, as he had done it for the triplets nineteenth birthday. Your plan was to fly to LA, uber to the triplets place and spend a couple weeks with them. However, you were nervous to fly alone.

"You'll be fine. You've got a week to make sure you have the right ticket and when your at the airport, it's okay to ask the staff." Nate reassured you.

You nodded and knew it was all in good spirit to see your three identical friends.

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A week later you had Nate go with you to the airport, the boy calming your nerves and helping you find your gate. Once you were about to board the plane, you gave Nate a quick hug.

"Thanks for helping." You said, making the boy chuckle.

"Your welcome, I'll pick you up once you get back. Tell the guys I said hi." He replied.

"Don't act like you and Chris aren't talking every second of the day." You said with a giggle, making him laugh again.

You waved as you got on the plane, relaxing before it took off. You had your earpods in as you listened to music, making the flight feel more relaxed and calm.

Once you arrived in LA, you went to find your suitcase, which luckily came round quick, before going to call an uber. One soon arrived and you got in, giving them the triplets' address.

You decided to see what the guys were up too, not wanting to interrupt anything important, so you messaged Nick.

Hey, whatcha up to?

Nothing much, just watching Matt beat Chris in Fortnite and listening to his screaming. What about you?

Just chilling

You left it simple as you didn't want to give anything away. When you arrived you thanked the driver and got yourself and your luggage out. You walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. You waited a couple minutes before Nick answered.

"Hi!" You cheered.

"Hey....holy fuck!" He screamed, pulling you and your luggage into the house, before picking you up and hugging you tightly.

"Hey to you too." You managed to say as you were being squeezed.

Nick smiled and pulled you upstairs to the main area, both Chris and Matt seeing you now.

"Holy shit! What are you doing here!" Matt shouted, rushing over to hug you. Chris hugging you straight after.

"Surprise!" You said, smiling at the trio.

"How long are you here for?" Chris questioned.

"Two weeks. Nate convinced me to fly alone." You answered.

"Well we're glad your here. Wait you messaged me like just now." Nick said, making you smile.

"Yeah I couldn't answer and say I was in an uber coming to yours!" You exclaimed, making him laugh.

"Fair. You can sleep in my room. Let me take your stuff." He replied, already taking your bags up to his room.

"I'm glad you came to surprise us." Matt said, bringing you in for another hug.

"Me too." You replied.

You knew the next two weeks would be fun.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 9 months

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SKZ DRABBLE-Minho

Part III of Mafia!Minho, bitches. Saddle up. A/N: I know this isn't SKZ!Pack, but it's been in the works for a looooong time and I wanted you to have it. <3

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Mafia!Minho, Lee Minho, Lee Know, Minho, Y/N, FemReader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Minho x you, Minho x reader, Mafia AU, Part III, Skz imagines, Skz reactions, SKZ scenarios, Fluff, Angst

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Warnings: Mafia Shit-guns, death, illegal dealings, daddy issues and misogyny, allusions to sexual assault and rape, loss of viriginity, blood. Mentions of previous pregnancy loss, miscarriage, current pregnancy. Breeding Kink, kinda? You'll see. Minho's just REALLY in to pregnant reader. 😂

"He's dead."

His blunt, cold words ricochet around the inside of your head, like a round fired too hastily from a gun, sloppy and dangerous, wounding everything they touch.

There's no way. There's no fucking way.

You say as much.

"That can't be true-"

His face contorts in anger, and he leans down to pinch your chin in a vicious grip that makes you wince, yanking your head back to meet his gaze, hot and pinning.

"It is true. Would you like to see the pictures, girl? The reports from Lim? His blood splattered across the wall?"

You sink to the floor.

Not JinYoung. Not your brother. Fuck, it can't be-

He straightens, releasing his iron grip on you and straightening his suit, glaring down at you with little more than cold disdain in his dark, narrowed eyes.

"He's dead, and you're worthless." He growls out, stuffing his hands into his pockets and considering you with something akin to disgust twisting his features.

Hot tears fill your eyes, and your fists clench in your lap, twisting the fabric of your dress.

You bite your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, and will yourself not to let a tear fall for him to see.

He scoffs, reaching down once more to take your chin in pinching fingers, making you whimper.

His eyes darken at the sound, as if he's a predator that has sensed weakness in his prey.

"You're worthless to me until you're wed." He hisses out, teeth clenched, muscle in his cheek bulging. "Remember that. You are nothing without a man in this world, girl, nothing."

He releases you without another word or look in your direction, whirling on his heel and stalking down the hallway, slamming the door to his office, probably already on the phone yelling at some poor inferior for killing his son.

You let your chin drop to your chest, and squeeze your eyes shut as you take several harsh, shuddering breaths, clenching and unclenching your fists.

It was his fault JinYoung was dead. His fault you were now all alone.

There was nothing you could do about it, not realistically, but you hated him for it all the same.

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"You're thinking too much again."

You jump slightly at the sound of Minho's voice, still husky with sleep, his fingers finding the warmth of your bare skin beneath the blankets.

You sigh, wanting to be irritated at his perception when it comes to you, but can't quite manage, not when his fingers are tickling your sides.

"How did you know?"

"Mm." Minho hums beneath his breath, pushing himself up behind where you lie propped on your elbow in the big bed, staring out the window at the slowly rising sun.

His fingers trace up the curling lines of the snake that wraps your spine.

"I know everything about you, princess." He replies in a murmur, fingers still slowly ticking their way up your spine. You hear a slight smile enter his voice. "Well, that, and your thoughts are so loud currently that I feel like you're speaking audibly."

You give another sigh, this one conceding, and feel Minho brush a light kiss across the family crest that marks your shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, princess. I promise you."

You feel panic well into your throat at the surety behind his words.

"It wasn't okay before." You blurt out without really considering, hand tracing down beneath the blankets without thought to rest on the small swell of your belly.

It's normal not to feel any movement yet, you know that, and yet-

Minho's soothing, firm voice sounds in your ear, his warm breath brushing across your cheek, grounding you.

"That was before. This is now."

The surety is still there beneath his words-strong and constant-and yet, the acidic taste of panic is still slowly filling your mouth, making it hard to breathe.

"Princess." Minho says in a low tone, taking not of the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "Look at me."

His hand snakes around the front of your throat, and he gently squeezes with his fingers, angling your head back until you're staring up at him, his gaze serious and dark.

You drink him in like you're parched and he's the only water source-the soft curve of his lips, the upper fuller than the lower, the tan sheen of his skin, the sharp angles of his face, the dark wave to his tousled hair, the black ink trailing across his upper chest and arms, teasing at his throat, the pink, fading scars littered across his otherwise flawless flesh.

Minho is the only thing in this moment that's keeping you sane, and you hold onto that thread with a desperate fervency that frightens even yourself.

The corner of his mouth curves slightly as he stares at you, one hand around your throat to keep you in place, the other slipping beneath the blankets to cover your own where it rests on your bare belly.

You glance down, and the sight of his inked fingers covering your own calm the hammering of your heart.

"It's going to be okay." Minho repeats softly, firmly. "Whatever happens, princess, we're going to be okay."

You stare up at him and force a shuddering breath from your lungs, your fingers intertwining with his own.

"Okay." You whisper back with finality, because whatever happens, with Minho here, you're going to be okay.

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You pause, hand splayed on the cool, carved wood of the door, and glance behind you to where Minho stands, several feet back, lingering in the mouth of the darkened hallway.

"You're not coming in?" You question softly, hesitantly, sudden butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Minho arches a brow, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He queries back, voice low and neutral.

You hear the quiet chatter of men's voices from beyond the door, the clink of glasses, and a shudder of fear goes down your spine at the thought of facing them alone.

"I don't know-" You stutter out, staring at him, trying to get a read through your suddenly mounting panic. "I just thought I need-"

You.

You don't finish the sentence, the words dying in your throat, and Minho's expression shifts slightly, his eyes darkening, his lips pulling into a serious line.

"Princess." He steps toward you, reaching out, and his fingers creep beneath your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

His features soften slightly, and he takes in a slow breath.

"I will always stand beside you, I will always be here whenever you want me, but let me make one thing very clear-you do not need me."

You stare up at him, words thick on your tongue, and the corner of his mouth quirks into the hint of an amused curve.

He lets a finger stroke along your chin, his voice dropping slightly even as his eyes grow fiery.

"You do not need me-or any other man-to make you powerful. You are powerful entirely on your own, and it is a beautiful sight to behold."

You take in a shuddering, sharp inhale, his fervent words settling into your bones, and let your fingers slide beneath the cuffs of the expensive suit he wears, tracing the ink you know is hidden there.

Minho smiles. "Who do you think runs the criminal world, darling? It's not the men. We're the face, yes, but behind every great man is an even greater woman."

He tilts your chin once more, and you let your head fall against the door behind you, staring up at him openly now.

He reaches out, and brushes a stray hair from your forehead with gentle fingers.

His skin is warm, and you lean into his touch, as he presses his lips to the flesh just below your ear, brushing a kiss there as he utters beneath his breath, for only you to hear, "Women mask lethality behind femininity, and it is their greatest weapon. You are not powerless, princess, no, far from it. You do not need anyone, because you are the queen."

He presses another kiss against your throat, right above your fluttering pulse, and pulls back.

You stare at him for another moment, and then straighten the gown you wear.

"You're right. I have the power here."

A smirk flickers across Minho's lips, his eyes heating with admiration as he watches you.

He jerks his chin toward the door and the voices beyond.

"Yeah, you fucking do. Remind them who's the queen. Give them hell, princess."

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"Yeong-ah." Changbin whines, stamping his foot impatiently where he stands beside the island, a dramatic pout on his face. "You're taking too long!"

Yeong-Ja giggles at his antics, glancing up from pulling on her second shoe. "I'm almost done, Uncle Binnie!"

You hide your smile behind a sip of coffee, as Chan appears, tossing the car keys to Changbin-who catches them easily- before crouching down to finish helping Yeong-Ja with her shoe.

"Thanks, Uncle Channie!" Yeong-Ja beams, bouncing to her feet beside him, as Chan grins and straightens, patting her head.

"You're welcome, Yeong-ah." He straightens the bow in her hair, before he glances to Changbin, already standing in the door way, keys in his hand. "Now, let's get going huh? Your mom and dad have a very important appointment today, and we have puppies to see."

"Okay, Uncle Channie!" Your daughter's face lights up at Chan's words, as she slips her hand into his, her tiny fingers curling around his own, dark with black ink, reminiscent to Minho's.

It never ceases to amaze you how gentle and loving all these big mafia men are with your daughter.

"Oh, fuck me." Minho grumbles beneath his breath at Chan's statement, brow furrowed in a sour expression, as he leans against the counter beside you and takes a long gulp of his own coffee.

You hide another grin behind the rim of your cup.

Chan glances up at Minho's muttered curse, ever sharp, ever alert, and gives your husband a crooked grin, brow arched.

"What do you say, boss? What color of puppy do you want? Brown or Black?"

Minho levels the other man with a glare, as Yeong-Ja bounces excitedly beside him.

"I could not care less, Christopher."

Changbin grins broadly from the doorway, enjoying the little goading match from afar.

"Ah, c'mon. Don't you want a matching set?" He motions with a jerk of his head toward Suwon, currently sleeping under the large kitchen table. The black Doberman barely raises his head at the commotion.

Minho takes another drink from his coffee.

"The only matching set I want is you and Chan's heads on sticks."

"Sorry, boss!" Changbin calls, ignoring Minho's dark threat entirely, a grin slipping across his lips as he twirls the jangling keys around his finger, turning toward the door. "Can't hear you. Gotta go."

"Okay, on that note-" Chan clears his throat, coughing over a chuckle, as he herds your daughter toward the door. "-let's get going."

"Bye mommy, bye daddy!" Yeong-Ja calls over her shoulder with a little wave, before she disappears, dwarfed between the two large men.

Changbin throws one last amused, knowing look over his shoulder in Minho's direction, giving a cheeky little wave, before they all leave from sight.

"Fuck." Minho swears vehemently beneath his breath and promptly moves around the counter to dump the rest of his coffee down the sink.

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"He's going to ask to see her again, you know."

Minho glances up from his phone to meet your gaze from across the backseat of the car, his expression darkening slightly at your words, and the open worry etched across your face.

He tucks his phone back into the pocket of his suit coat, and slides across the seat to sit beside you, hand coming down to rest on your own.

"And my answer will be the same as it always is." He replies back in a hushed, but dangerously serious, tone, his fingers squeezing your own. "When he comes to see her as his granddaughter, and not just as an heir to a massive criminal empire, then he can meet her."

You take in a shaky breath and glance out the window.

The roads are becoming familiar, you're close to your father's estate.

"Princess."

Minho's cool fingers tilt your chin back to him, making you meet his gaze. The corner of his lip curls into the hint of a smile.

"You do not reside on your knees for him any longer. He has no power left to lord over you."

You take in another breath, and will the butterflies to soothe in your belly.

You give Minho a small, shaky smile, and squeeze his hand. The metal of his rings are cold, grounding, against your palm.

"I know."

"If anything-" Minho glances past you as you pull into the long drive, your father's opulent mansion rising quickly in the distance.

He gives you a smirk and an arch of his brow as you turn into the gate.

"-now that you have myself and all my resources at your disposal, he should be absolutely terrified of you."

The car comes to a stop, and Minho slides out, straightening his jacket and offering you his hand.

You take in another steadying breath, holding onto his arm as you walk toward the entrance of your childhood home.

The door swings open as you approach, and your father appears, stepping onto the top step of the staircase, watching the two of you with a penetrating gaze.

You resist the urge to shudder under that look you know so well.

Minho pulls you up the stairs with him, his steps confident, and you try to borrow some of his courage, stiffening your back and shoulders as your father steps to meet you both, a fake, overly large smile sliding into place across his pale, thin lips.

Of course he would greet you personally, no butler was good enough for Lee Minho, not when you were trying to keep up appearances.

"Ah, there he is, my son-in-law, man of the hour." Your father extends a hand, and Minho shakes it, though you can see by the slight tic of the muscle in his jaw that he doesn't enjoy the contact.

To his credit, your husband does a hell of a good job putting on a front, his slight smile in your father's direction much more believable than the man's who raised you.

"Boss Park. A pleasure, as always."

Your father doesn't even glance in your direction, motioning for Minho to follow him into the cooled, dimly lit air of the front entrance hall.

You can hear a record playing from somewhere farther within the mansion, probably your father's office.

"Now." Your father waves away an approaching maid, and she scurries to grab an empty tray, headed for the kitchen. He turns, that same sickly smile on his face, and rubs his hands together gleefully. "Shall we get straight to business then?"

"You know I don't enjoy small talk." Minho inclines his head to your father, who takes that as a yes to his previous question.

"Of course." He motions for Minho to move down the hallway, his arm extended. "I'll have Maria bring us refreshments in the parlor. Shall we?"

Minho's hand moves to the small of your back, warm through the thin material of the dress you wear, coaxing you forward with him as he moves to step past your father.

You're thankful for the support, you worry the trembling of your legs will give you away.

"Ah, ah, ah." Your father holds out his arm, stopping your forward motion, and for the first time since you arrived, his eyes flit to you, the corners of his lips curling up into something akin to a disgusted sneer. "You know the rules of my household, daughter. Women are not allowed in business meetings. You can wait here. Catch up with that little maid and the old household cook you were so fond of growing up."

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, and something triumphant flashes across your father's dark gaze.

He knows that the cook you were 'so fond of growing up' was executed-shot in the garden while you were made to watch-on his order.

Can't have your daughter getting too close to the help now, can you? Not when secrets could be spilled, reputations dirtied.

Minho is talking, his voice fuzzy through your panicked memories, and you blink, focusing in on what he's saying, staring your father down with a serious, almost deadly, expression.

"I'm sorry, Boss Park, but when your daughter married me, she became my wife, and where I go, my wife goes. Those are my household rules. You understand."

Your father's lips part as his gaze flicks to you once more, as if he's thinking about disagreeing with Minho, but the flash of threat in Minho's dark eyes must convince him otherwise, because he plasters a strained smile onto his face and laughs, throwing his hands out.

"Of course. My apologies. Right this way then."

Minho glances at you, giving you a small reassuring smile, before he squeezes your hand, and you fall into step behind your father.

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"Try to relax, (Y/N)."

Your doctor gives you a kind smile, the ultrasound wand posed and ready above your bare belly, the screen tilted toward the bed.

You swallow hard and nod, trying to focus on relaxing the tense muscles of your entire body one by one.

Minho squeezes your fingers where he crouches beside the bed, keeping up the pressure until you glance at him, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you worry it incessantly.

He reaches out to free the raw skin from your hold.

"Breathe, baby." He admonishes quietly, inked fingers stroking your knuckles in a reassuring pattern.

"Ready?" Your doctor asks, glancing between the two of you, lowering the wand slowly as she waits for your go ahead.

You stare at the blank, dark screen behind her, and try not to vomit.

"I'm scared." You admit to Minho in a whisper, hand tightening around his own, your breath coming slightly erratically now.

Minho pushes himself to his feet without a word, releasing his hold on your hand, and you almost reach out to grab for him again, before you realize he's sliding behind you on the bed, tugging you back against the warmth of his chest, his arms going around your shoulders protectively as he tucks your head beneath his chin.

"What did I tell you before, princess?"

You swallow again, gaze darting to your waiting doctor, and the screen beyond her shoulder.

"That it's going to be okay."

"Mm. Good girl." Minho hums a sound of approval in his throat, and you feel his lips brush across your forehead. "And it's going to be."

You take in a shuddering breath, and then give a little, jerky nod.

Minho's fingers find your own once more, and you feel him lift his chin from your head, glancing at the doctor.

She must see what she needs to in his gaze, because with a nod of her own, she finally touches the ultrasound wand to your belly.

Your body tenses at the contact as she begins to move the wand around slowly, her gaze laser focused on the screen.

Minho reaches his hand around to the front of your throat, his fingers finding purchase beneath your chin, and you don't resist him as he tips your head back, guiding you to meet his gaze.

"Just look at me, baby. Deep breath."

You force your chest in and out-once, twice-and Minho gives a nod of approval, leaning down to kiss your forehead once more.

"Good girl."

There is quiet, you don't know how long it's been since the doctor started her exam, and you feel your stomach twist, bile burning your throat, the longer the oppressive silence drags on.

Fuck, shouldn't you have heard something by now?

What if-

"Ah, there we go." The doctor murmurs, almost to herself, and suddenly, the sound of a heartbeat-fast and fluttering, like a hummingbirds wings, echoing the frantic pace of your own-fills the room.

Minho grins down at you, and you see the relief flash across his eyes as the heartbeat continues, strong and steady. "See? Nothing to worry about."

Your body sags with relief, and you glance at the screen beyond the doctor's shoulder-no longer dark-a shimmering, spiking line flickering constantly across the monitor in perfect time with the rapid heartbeat.

"Baby sounds perfect." Your doctor continues, smiling up at the two of you, as she moves the wand around and the heartbeat heightens a little. "Right on track."

"Oh my god." You breathe out, putting a trembling hand up to your mouth, sudden hot tears filling your eyes. "Fuck."

Minho laughs a little, leaning over to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his arms squeezing you protectively.

His next exhale comes out more than a little shaky.

"Fuck indeed, baby. Fuck indeed."

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There is blood.

Blood smearing the inside of your legs, blood pounding hard in your ears, blooding staining the disgusting cock of the man looming over you, leering.

You glance to the door where your father had disappeared, giving his men free reign over you, some sort of lesson, and you know, deep down, that there is blood on his hands too.

But unlike the crimson marking you and the man creeping in, it's not the visible kind.

There is blood.

Dripping down between your fingers, coating your palms in slick red, so thick and so ingrained that even the running water is not enough to wash it away, not completely.

You scrub frantically at your hands, but the crimson only seems to multiply, filling the cracks and seeping into the edges of your vision.

You are hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks, and without your bidding, your gaze slides back to the man on the floor.

Dead.

Lying in a quickly congealing pool of blood and slaughter, your bucket and rag left hastily beside his blown out head.

The rag is already wet and sopping with blood, even after only one quick stroke across the cement.

You lean over the sink and vomit.

There is blood.

You can feel it, pooling beneath your hips, but you're too scared to look beneath the covers, too sure of what you'll find, your heart already shattering in your chest.

You feel sick to your stomach, and the cramping is worsening.

Rolling to your side, you curl your body into the safety of the fetal position, and try to drown out the low murmur of the doctor's voice from the other side of the room.

Screwing your eyes shut, you keep it all inside, and scream with rage where no one will hear.

There is blood.

Flecked across the tawny skin of his cheekbones, spattering the front of his white dress shirt, his prized shoes, congealing and blending with the dark ink that flows across his knuckles until they are almost one.

He steps toward you, and you run to him without a second thought, terrified enough that the breath in your lungs refuses to leave, not until you've got your hands on him and made sure he's all right.

Your bodies collide, and Minho holds you up as a sob tears from between your lips.

You reach up and put your palms on either side of his face, the crimson splatters, sprinkled across his nose like morbid freckles, accentuating the gold flecks that flash in the dark recesses of his eyes.

Minho's lips twist into the hint of a smile.

"It's not mine, princess. Don't worry."

You feel your lungs collapse, your chest caving, and you throw your arms around him violently, never willing to let him leave your grasp again, at least for tonight.

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There is blood.

You step around the puddle on the floor with nothing more than a disinterested glance, your sneakers squeaking on the concrete.

Behind you, Felix makes a muffled sound of disgust in the back of his throat.

"God, they really need to clean up down here."

You glance over your shoulder at him, as he steps around the bloody puddle on the floor with an open look of horror on his face, a grin breaking free from your lips.

You wait for him to catch up to you, and link your arm in his as you continue down the long hallway.

"C'mon, Lixie. I think it's charming."

He gives you an arch of his brow, and you laugh a little.

The interoggation rooms built beneath the mansion serve a purprose-regardless of how dark-and honestly, you're grateful Minho had thought of them.

It's a way to keep the men you hold dear close enough that you know they're not in danger while they do their jobs.

Plus, hearing the screams when you come down here can be therapeutic in a way.

"Besides-" You reach the end of the hall and stop in front of the door there, glancing over at the man beside you as you reach for the knob. "I guarantee, when they come down here, cleaning is the last thing on Changbin and Chan's minds."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Savages."

You grin once more, and roll the door knob in your hand, pushing the door inward easily.

"It's why we love them."

You step into the room, Felix close on your heels, and as the door shuts behind you, your eyes flicker around the small chamber, taking everything in.

Chan is standing against the far wall beside Changbin, muttering something to him rapidly in a low voice.

There's a wall of instruments on the north side, anything from clamps to syringes, all used to get enemies talking.

And in the center of the room, a hunched form of a struggling man, bound to a chair, face covered with a sack.

You can just make out the muffled swears coming from beneath the rough fabric.

You take a step into the light that beams down on the man, encircling him in the gloom, and Chan and Changbin push up from the wall as one, their chatter ceasing immediately.

Changbin grins at you dangerously, as Chan rolls his head from side to side, waiting for your instructions.

Felix, silent as a ghost, leans against the door behind you, watching.

You tilt your head toward the man.

"Show me his face."

"Gladly." Changbin's teeth gleam sharply, as he leans forward and rips the cover roughly off the man's head.

The man looks around, disoriented, his long, gray hair wild, eyes wide and white with fear, the gag held between his teeth stained with spittle.

You feel a spark of fear light in your stomach at the sight of his face-older now, lined, but still recognizable-but force it back down with a long breath, stepping closer calmly, until the man's frantically roving eyes land on you.

"Take off his gag."

Chan steps up silently now, untying the gag at the back of the man's head, and as soon as it's loose enough, the man spits it out, licking his dry, chapped lips, as he glances between you and the men surrounding him with fury in his eyes.

"What the fuck is this? Who do you think you are? I could have you thrown to the bottom of a lake so no one would find your bodies, you know-"

You tsk your tongue in disapproval, and the man halts his tirade, his eyes narrowing, his weaselly features sharp.

"Empty threats." You sigh, stepping toward him, cocking your head as you study him.

He's shrunk after all these years, his skin almost paper thin, his hair greasy.

The eyes are the same though.

Hungry, predatory, evil.

His lips lift into the start of a snarl, revealing yellowing teeth.

"I don't know who you think you are, you bitch, but I assure you-"

Changbin's hand tangles into the man's stringy hair, yanking his head back roughly, shutting him up.

"Shut the fuck up, old man. Watch your tongue." He growls, glaring down at the man, his eyes blurring with tears as Changbin tugs once more on his hair painfully hard. "Or else I'll make sure that what she does to you will feel like mercy when I'm done with you."

He shoves the man's head forward, and he sputters, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, spittle flying from his lips.

Chan steps around the chair and holds out a knife toward you, his brow arched.

You take it without hesitation, and play with the razor sharp tip for a moment, ticking it off your fingertips as you study the man, lost in thought.

He glares up at you, his eyes full of hatred.

You almost laugh.

Oh trust me, not as much hatred as I hold toward you, Wu Chen.

You sigh, a long suffering sound, and address the man sitting, still now, before you.

"Do you recognize me, Mr. Wu?"

His dark eyes flash with something full of anger, but no recognition crosses his murderous gaze.

"Why should I?"

You cluck your tongue in annoyance, glancing up from the gleaming knife held in your hands.

"You took something from me once."

A brief flash of confusion swirls with the fury, and then his jaw clenches, his features going hard.

He gives a humorless laugh.

"I've taken things from a lot of people." His eyes glint with the predator, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he lets his gaze fall down the length of your body. "Quite a few of them delicious, mouthy little cunts such as yourself."

He's trying to unnerve you.

It's not working.

You've given him enough fear for one lifetime already.

No more.

You step forward, and lean over him, your hand going on the back of the chair, the knife held alert between the two of you, dangerously close to his jugular.

His eyes flick down to the steel, and you don't miss the way his throat bobs with a swallow.

"You took something. Long ago. Took something from someone who couldn't fight back. Something that was never yours to begin with. Do you remember what that was, Mr. Wu?"

Your voice is quiet, steady, but venomous and deadly as a viper waiting to strike.

His eyes meet yours, and when it's clear he's not going to respond, you sigh, sliding the knife up the column of his throat slowly, watching as the crimson appears in the shallow cut you leave behind.

He flinches, but remains quiet.

"A girl." You continue, voice dropping to nothing more than a deadly murmur.

Something like recognition flashes in the dark of his eyes, and suddenly, the man sitting bound before you looks a hell of a lot more nervous than he did before.

You let a small smirk flick the corner of your lips, as you lean back, taking the knife away from his throat.

"She wasn't strong enough to fight you back then. But she is now."

You lift your chin at Chan, and he steps around in front of your prisoner, leaning over to rip open the closure of his suit pants.

"What, what are you doing?" He splutters, immediately writhing in the chair once more, as Chan proceeds to easily tear his pants open, baring thin, scarred legs to the cold air of the room.

Changbin steps up as Chan finishes and goes around the chair, back to his side, holding the man still with firm hands on his shoulders as you approach once more.

You lean over, and easily shred the boxers he wears with one quick flick of your wrist that holds the knife.

The man before you screams and struggles, as his shrunken, shriveled cock springs free for all to see.

"Mm." You hum in your throat thoughtfully, staring at the man and his member with consideration. "It's a lot smaller than I remembered."

Changbin leans over the man's shoulder to get a look and grins, his eyes glinting.

You glance back to your prisoner, and a smirk curves your lips as he cries out in terror, fighting against his bonds and the hold of Changbin's hands.

You step closer and hold up the knife for him to see, the metal glinting in the overhead light.

"No, no, please-" He flails, begging pathetically, but you ignore him, angling the knife expertly as you close in.

The smirk doesn't leave your lips, as you arch a brow and stare down at the writhing, pathetic excuse of a man before you.

Your voice is steady when you speak, rising above the sound of his pleas.

"You took something precious from me, Mr. Wu. Now it's time for me to take something from you."

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You hear Minho before you see him.

The door to the bedroom sounds, and the room is immediately filled with curses and general angry lamentations as he struggles to get through the crack he's made in the door without letting the dogs on the other side in with him.

You can hear him yelling all the way from the ensuite bathroom.

"Get back, you hairy fuckers!-Jesus-Suwon, don't do that, you damned beast!-fuck-and you! Fucking bane of my existence!-ow-Give me back my fucking shoe and go find a ball, you damned fucking demon hound!"

The door finally slams, and you hear rapid paws head down the hall on the other side, Suwon and the new puppy, probably in search of Yeong-Ja.

Minho appears then in the doorway of the bathroom, looking frazzled, a lone dress shoe held in his hand, his lips smashed into a thin line of rage.

You try to hide your smile, glancing at him over your shoulder, as you continue to ready to get in the already running shower.

"Have a bit of a struggle, Boss Lee?" You query innocently, eyes wide as you regard him, like you haven't just heard everything that occurred.

He swears under his breath and tosses the chewed shoe into the trash, reaching up to swipe a hand through his disheveled hair with an agitated rake of his fingers.

"Fucking dogs. That fucking puppy is even worse than Suwon was."

You grin now, turning toward him, and his eyes trail down your naked body, catching on the prevalent bump that now takes up your midsection.

"Baby, Bohoja will learn, just like Suwon did. You won't be stuck with ruined shoes forever."

"Mmm." Minho hums something like distracted agreement under his breath, his eyes still on you, as if he's lost his train of thought and is no longer thinking about the hellhounds that roam the halls. "He had better. Or I'll have Chan's head on a stick." He takes a step toward you. "But that's not what I came to talk about."

You arch a brow, playing innocent for awhile longer.

"Oh? What did you come to talk about then, husband?"

His eyes darken predatorially at the lilting tease to your voice, a challenge, and he growls, closing the space between you, his hand going up to grip your chin.

Your bare chest brushes his through the material of the dress shirt he wears, and you can already feel his arousal, long and rock hard against your leg.

It makes you want to shiver, even though the steamy bathroom is more than a little warm.

His eyes trace up your body once more, and then flick to your face, catching on your cheekbone, before he reaches up with his free hand to brush something on your skin.

You lean into his touch, brushing your lips over the inked skin of his knuckles.

"You have blood on your face, princess."

You arch a brow. "Does that turn you on?"

Minho's eyes flash dark, dangerous, and his lip curls up to reveal a flash of his teeth, his voice a husky growl in the back of his throat.

"Incredibly."

You smirk, and he stares at you for another moment, hunger clear in his eyes, and you think maybe he'll give in and take you right here, against the bathroom counter, but instead, he sighs, and lets his free hand tangle into your hair, tilting your head back so your gaze meets his.

"You found him then."

It's a statement, not a question.

You nod. "Yes."

Minho's brow arches, and the corner of his mouth lifts into the start of a smirk.

"And?"

You sigh, pulling from his grasp as you step away, turning back when you reach the waiting shower.

Minho hasn't moved, watching your every move.

Eyes locked on his, you step backward into the flowing water, and it immediately coats your skin in hot rivulets, making everything slick.

You arch a brow, watching the predatory look come back into Minho's eyes as the water wets your skin, pooling in streams down between your breasts, your thighs.

You cock your head, as if considering, and then say without preamble, "And I cut off his pathetic excuse for a dick. I gave it to cook. She's going to make a fancy pate out of it and feed it to the dogs."

Minho breathes out, you see it in the way his chest rises and falls and then he's striding to the open air shower, ripping his tie off as he comes, stepping into the stream of water in the rest of his clothing without a second thought.

He takes your chin in a bruising grip with one hand, and snakes his other hand down between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as he touches the wetness there, just for him.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, princess." He grits out, tilting your head back so that he can look into your eyes while he finger fucks you.

"So you tell me." You try to give him a teasing smile, but the expression is lost as your mouth parts and a gasp escapes your lips when he curls his fingers.

"No, I mean-" He backs you against the wall with his body, the water drenching the shirt he wears, you can see his tan skin and the ink across his chest through the wet material, and lets his gaze travel appreciatively down your length once more. "-you're always fucking beautiful, but god-"

He groans gutturally , leaning into you, mouth open against your own, as he hits a spot that has you gripping onto him, keening audibly.

"-there's something so incredibly fucking sexy about you when you're pregnant."

His words send a thrill of heat straight to your core.

"Take this off." You practically beg, pawing uselessly at his shirt, and he pulls his hand away from you to undo the buttons, tugging it open impatiently, as you reach down to free him of his pants.

You're eager for him to take you, to claim you, but instead of immediately finding purchase inside you, Minho drops to his knees in front of you, and runs his hands reverently over your swollen belly, glancing up at you through the streams of water.

His hair is dark, dripping, and you bury your fingers into it.

"I put this here. You, carrying my kid, princess-" He takes in a deep breath, his fingers still caressing your skin. "Fuck, now everyone knows who you belong to. Everyone knows you're mine."

You stare down at him, this man on his knees for you, this man who has given you everything-and you smile.

"I don't think there was ever any doubt about who I belonged to, Lee Minho. It's always been you."

Minho surges to his feet and covers your mouth with his own, your tongues tangling instantly, your body melting into his, his fingers finding you once again right where he left off, making you jolt against him and gasp in pleasure.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice husky, gravely, against your lips.

"You." You breathe back, hand already trailing down between your two bodies to find him. Your fingers close around him, and Minho shudders. "All of you. Always."

"You have all of me, princess. Always." He repeats in a hoarse voice, before he sheathes himself fully inside of you without warning, making you both cry out.

And you know he means it.

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"Ow." You huff beneath your breath, shifting on the chaise, as Yeong-Ja looks up from playing with the puppy on the floor in front of the fire.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

You give her a smile that's more like a grimace as the baby kicks you strongly again, foot sinking up under your ribs.

"Baby brother is just kicking me, that's all, baby. I'm okay."

Yeong-Ja immediately turns back to Bohoja, teasing him with a rope toy.

"'Baby brother'?" Minho queries, leaving his desk and sliding in beside you on the sofa, his arm going around you as he pulls you close.

You smile, glancing up at him. "Just a feeling."

Another kick, another curse under your breath.

"Fuck. Minho. Tell your son to behave please."

Minho chuckles, burying his nose in your hair and breathing you in, his hand sliding down to rest on the apex of your stomach.

"Sorry, princess. You know how we Lee men are."

The baby kicks again against his palm, and Minho curves his fingers along the curvature of your belly, as if holding the unborn baby close from the outside.

You sigh, and snuggle back into him.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Well-" You acquiesce, stifling a yawn as you lean your head on his shoulder, and watch Yeong-Ja playing happily with the puppy, Suwon dozing near by. "-I'd better get used to it then, because I wouldn't have them any other way."

You feel the warmth of Minho's breath as he buries his face once more in your hair, holding you close.

"I love you, princess. And the murderous little creature currently growing in your womb."

You grin and kiss his chest through the thin material of his dress shirt.

"I love you too, Boss Lee."

Love.

There is so much love.

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mistyyyy · 9 months

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How about a tall black reader who's father is a na'vi and mother is human causing her to have shading of blue on her arms and feet ( not t like vitiligo) and she has the same nerves sistem of na'vi and is taller than the avatar boys and is a super dom

Thinking about you

Oooh

I have two versions of this, I couldn't decide what to do but I think I made the right choice. The first one was peepee poopoo. sorry for not updating on this page for mooooonths but yall know how I do lol. It’s kinda meeehhhh, I need to ease my way back into smut lol

small blurb.

jake sully X black hybrid Navi reader

⚠️content:size kink, slightly perve jake, sub jake sully, jake m-wording (Tumblr is being very strict abt smut) abt you, HEAVY CHOKING KINK (creamin), embarrassed jake lol, small text

Pandoras sex symbol.

Or at least that's what Jake Sully calls you in his head. You were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way your brown skin faded into the dark forest blue, the stripes in your body covering your strong limbs from head to toe. You were so fascinating. In a way, you reminded him of Earth, the good parts of it at least. From your human features to the way you wore your camo lioncloth. But what got him the most was your height. You were taller than most, maybe the tallest out of the clan, standing at a confident 9ft with the prettiest tight curly hair that mostly stayed in braids, wooden beads always sporting them. Your eyes were a little smaller than the regular Navi, but they were still that pretty amber he grew to love.

And that voice. Good lord above. He couldnt even count on his 10 didgets how many times he had goosebumps from it. It was deeper than the average womens, and he loved it. Especially when you talked in his ear after you pushed him into the floor by his neck. That with the combination of your strong thighs straddling him between your body. "come on sully, do better." it was a gentle scold, your accent causing his sweaty body to spasm under your heavy body, this movement making you drive him more into the dirt, hot bodies pressing into each other. "you're killing me right now.." he grunts, his hips pulling back into the dirt in hopes to not meet yours. "not yet at least." You pulled back, handing coming back from his neck with a cocky grin. You always won these competitions. Being born and raised here, trained by the RDA soldiers and the local navi before they got sent away. You were born to overpower him, even if he's been on the planet for 15 years.

He could never win against you, not that he wanted to, always ending up below you was his favorite part of the day. Every time the two of you would split up to go home, he didn't waste time pulling his matted braids up in a ponytail and stripping from his straining cloth. Dropping to his knees on his bouncy mat bed to grab the base of his thick cock. Impatient movements, he brought his hand back up to spit in his hand and back down to gently fist his tip. Frantic pumps going up and down his length with a drawn-out groan, head falling back as his free hand ran over the burning flesh of his abs, thick pecs until it found its way up the blue collums of his neck, holding it tight, giving him the light headed feeling you gave him a few times a week.

"fuck..aah shit" he cursed lazily in his native langueage, eyes fighting to stay open as his wet hand grips and twists the dripping head of his dick. Your hand around his thoat, tight even if it was a playful fight, you were so rough with him, always saying he could handle it. Fuck ,I can handle it. He squeezes his throat tighter, the pressure causing him to bite his lip, muffling his whimper as his warm seed squirts onto his fist, dripping down his fingers until it reached his tensed thighs.

Slowly grinding into his hand, letting his high settle, his eyes flutter open and looked down at the mess he's made once he came to a stop. Oh god, she'd kill me.

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adisillusionedauthor · 7 months

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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? She accompanied him to the paddock with a little cough and runny nose. He told her to rest but she insists she's fine. He stay close to her side all the time because he worried about her. You decide how it goes. Just something fluff and comfort. (He's at Williams) Thanks :))

Sickly in Love - James Vowles

Requested by: Anon

Masterlist<3

Pairing: James Vowles x Wife!reader

Warning: fluff, bad English, comfort, mentions of fainting

Word count: 593

James tried convincing me that I didn’t need to go, but I did. It was a very important race and I could see how important it was for him. It was always important to have me around, but he’s been getting more and more anxious with the races. I insisted I would go, he insisted I wouldn’t and now we are in the car on the way to the paddock. In my hands I had a box of tissues and some medication: “Honey, you’re staying in my office, I’ll warm it up to help with the fever.” He said already worried about me: “James, sweetheart… I’ve had the flu before, I’ll be okay, I want to watch the race by your side.” I say leaving the car once he parked, feeling a little light headed so I lean on the car, he comes around worried, checking my fever with the back of his hand and getting a tissue to clean my runny nose as I tried to not pass out: “Honey… I told you, you didn’t need to come, it’ll be another common race.” He tried to convince me to go back to the hotel.

“I’m not leaving… I’m fine…” I said weakly as I stand up from the car, feeling everything around me fade, it felt as if I was floating for a second, but before I could reach the ground, James caught me in his arms, resting my head on his shoulder as he carried me inside: “Since I can’t convince you to go, I’ll see if I can do something about me taking care of everything from my office, it’s too hot out here for you…” He said, laying me on the small couch he had in his office, leaving the room for no more than five minutes. He came back with a notebook and some earphones: “I got permission to do everything from here, I'm glad they could understand the situation…” He said sitting down close to me, I sat up only to rest myself against him, my head on his shoulder as I tried to keep up with everything that was on the screen.

In my half-asleep state, all I could understand is that Alex was in third and once the race ended, he managed to get second place, the guys came in the room to call James to go celebrate, but once they opened the door they found me asleep on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair, they left without making a sound. James and I left a little later, he carried me to the car, laid down the seat so I could continue sleeping and before he drove us home, he made a quick stop at my favorite fast food and ordered me my comfort food. He knows it helps me feels better when I’m sick, he then drove us home and only woke me up once we were already inside and I laid in our bed comfortably, in my pajamas that consisted in an old Williams shirt of his that I found and my comfort food next to the bed, he kissed my forehead and we ate the food, watched a movie and went to bed, I woke up feeling a lot better but once I heard a cough coming from James, I looked at him apologetically, I had gotten him sick: “I’ll take care of you, I promise” I said, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek as I went to grab the medicine and get started on breakfast.

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bkaulitzz · 1 year

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𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

smut from one of my wattpad one shots b_kaulitzz is the @ if u wanna check out more :))

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warnings/info: p n v, degrading, praising, protected sex, afab reader, fem x bill, oral! m receiving and f receiving, USAGE OF Y/N

synopsis: y/n and bill are college students, and y/n has a secret second life?

more under cut :)

I chewed on my pen, looking over at the black-haired male from time to time. The lecture hall was filled with whispered chatter, bright light blaring into our eyes during this early morning. I just wanted to get out of this class, did the professor really have to make us do partner work? I looked over to his surface, watching him scribble stuff down in his notebook. "Could you at least actually write?" I grumbled. Bill looked over to me with a glare, digging his pen into his notebook.

"Well, maybe if you helped me?? You're just sitting and watching, " He scoffed. I clenched my notebook and furrowed my brows.

"I am! I wanted you to look up the definition!" I huffed and pushed the textbook in his direction. He rolled his eyes and placed his pen down.

"Then, what the hell are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow and opened the glossary. I instinctively rolled my eyes back to think, before looking back down at him.

"I'll do the poster, " I pressed my lips together and watched as he glared at me. I wanted to wipe that look off him, he always drove me insane.

"Like you'll do it this time, maybe YOU should do the definitions, " Bill scoffed and shoved his notebook over to me. I raised my arms, gritting my teeth as my supplies rolled over to the left side.

"I did do the poster last time! Can you just do the damn definitions?" I shoved his notebook back and he rolled his eyes, as I collected my pens back into place.

"Sure, anything for you sweetheart, " He gave me a mocking smirk, before writing down the definitions.

"Thanks, " I rolled my eyes, he always gave me a little pet name when he was annoyed with me. It was annoying to hear from his lips. I put my earbuds in, to ignore him while doing more research in another textbook. After 30 minutes, I finally got two whole pages down, from top to bottom. I smiled down at my notes, the side of my palm covered in blue ink. I took out my earbuds, turning to Bill. "How much did you get down?" I asked, and he pushed over his notebook again, it was also filled with needed definitions.

"Is that enough for you, little princess?" He said in a mocking tone, giving me doe eyes. I sighed, looking over it with a grin.

"Yea, actually. Good job, doggy, " I mocked back, Bill sucked his teeth and took his notebook back. The bell rang and I shoved all my supplies back into my bag. Finally. I thought, I was so glad I only had one class for the day. I put my back over my shoulder and quickly left. Bill watched with a raised eyebrow as he packed up.

***

I sat at my vanity, fixing my brunette wig, gently fixing the curls. I leaned over, fixing the spaghetti straps of my top before picking up the eyeliner to fix my makeup. The faint club music could be heard, as I sat there with the other strippers. They gossiped about their boyfriends, and I listened in and put in my input from time to time. I smacked my lips, the gloss shimmering as I sat back to look at myself. It was my favorite part of this job, dolling up for the show. It was so hard to compete with other strippers though, I've only been here for a few weeks and all the customers wanted the same girls. Who could blame them though? They were all beautiful. Candy looked over in at me with awe, holding a big grin.

"You look amazing, Chanel, " She winked, rubbing my shoulder. It was the name I chose, to hide my real life away. I turned to her with a smile, her compliments meant everything to me. She made me feel ten times hotter than I already looked.

"Thank you, I hope everything goes well tonight, " I sighed and leaned down to fix my black stilettos. She eyed me up and down with a smirk.

"You'll do amazing as always, you should go though. People are waiting, " She whispered, I widened my eyes and quickly got up after I fixed my right stiletto. She blew a kiss at me as I started inching towards the stage area. "Good luck!" She called out, my heart raced as I heard the music start.

I bit my lip, holding eye contact with some of the hungry men as I walked out. They hollered and whistled as I cat walked to the pole on the stage above them, before swaying my hips. I felt as if I was a piece of candy, surrounded by a crowd of toddlers. I danced to the music while grabbing a hold of the cold metal pole, feeling money fly around me, the music pounding in my chest. I put my whole body into the music, continuing to sway to the music and putting on a tease show for them. Flashing colored lights on me as I continued. I gulped as I smoothly went down the stage after some time, trying not to stiffen up as I walked into the crowd of men. I scoped out the place for a person to choose, my knees were bound to give up on me as I walked towards him. But, before I could even reach him, I felt a hand on my wrist pulling me over gently to their couch. I yelped and my eyes were wide, looking down at the male. They only opened more as I looked down at him, his lids were covered in black eyeshadow. I couldn't believe my eyes. Bill bit his lip up at me, tilting his head.

"Hey, sexy. I've never seen you here, are you new?" He hummed as I stood in front of him, another stripper beginning her show on stage behind us. I laughed nervously, no way. I swallowed the lump in my throat, it felt as if my throat was tightening if I kept looking down at him. "I didn't mean to scare you, sweets, what's your name at least?" He asked, I let out a breath of relief. I felt as if the weight on my shoulders lifted, so he can't tell. I bit my lip as I straddled his lap, he was so annoying in class but with him looking like this, I couldn't pass it.

"Chanel, " I spoke, hoping he couldn't recognize my voice. He held my hips as I grinded onto him, he bit his lip as he looked up at me.

"God, I want you to myself, could I rent a room with you for a few hours?" He smirked, rubbing my sides. I held his shoulders and tilted my head, continuing to grind at him.

"At what cost?" I raised an eyebrow and his breath began to go heavy. He bit his lip with a smile, leaning into my ear to whisper.

"I'll give you a night to remember, " Bill's warm breath against my ear caused me to shiver, and my heart skipped a beat. He leaned back and gave me a devious smile. I nibbled on my bottom lip and thought for a bit as I continued to grind.

"Fine, but only two hours, " I let out and slid off his lap. He stood up, still towering over me even with my stilettos on.

"I won't waste a minute, " He spoke as I took his wrist, leading him to the back and up the stairs, the music fainting behind us. I pushed an empty room door open, pulling him in and locking the door behind us. He looked around, his eyebrows raised. "Mirrors?"

"Yea, you get to see the show from every angle, " I winked and he pulled me over to the bed. There were mirrors above us, in front of us, and even a few individual mirrors leaning against a corner of the pink-salmon-painted walls. He sat down, pulling me beside him.

"Tell me what you want, " He hummed and took a lock of my wig, curling it in his finger. I gulped and squinted at him.

"What do I want? I'm used to being told what to do, " I said with a nervous laugh. He tilted his head and moved his hand over to my neck, caressing the side.

"You rather be told what to do?" He came close and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I felt my face heat up as he spoke. He always drove me nuts, yet here he was making me go tingly under his touch. He smiled down at me, his nose nearly on mine.

"Well, hm, " I looked down and thought for a few seconds, before looking back up at him. I raised a hand onto his cheek, leaning in to give him a deep kiss. He hummed and closed his eyes, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach, his lips felt like they were hugging mine. I moved a hand down to his torso, rubbing it up and down before moving it to his crotch. His breath hitched as he felt my hand palm him, smirking against my lip as he moved his hand to my neck. He pulled away, leaving kiss trails down my neck. I panted softly, feeling him kiss around before leaving love bites. I winced, closing my eyes as I let out soft moans. "B- I mean, god please I want to please you, " I grit my teeth, looking down at him. He pulled away and leaned back, a hand on my thigh as he rubbed.

"Please me? You're already pleasing me enough, " Bill gave a small smile as he squeezed my thigh.

"I know, I know. But, you are the client, " I spoke, sliding off the bed and to my knees. I sat on my legs, between his knees as he looked down at me. I slithered my hands to his belt, unbuckling it and soon undoing his pants. He nibbled on his lip as he watched.

"You look so beautiful from this angle, " He said, I felt my face heat up, looking away from his eyes to continue. He looked into the mirror in front of us, biting his lip from the view. He eyed my body from the mirror and the front, his eyes flickering between my curves and cleavage. He smirked, helping me as he pulled his pants down a bit, pulling out his hard length. I widened my eyes, looking up at him as I took it in my hand. His mouth hung low, and feeling my hand around him caused him to let out small whimpers. My free hand took out a condom from my top, the other still pumping him. "You're doing so well, " He let out as I tore the condom package with my teeth. I placed the condom in my mouth, positioning it as the rim lined up with my lips. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I pumped him. Bill gripped the bed sheets as he watched me, my mouth in an 'o' shape as I placed it to his tip. I took him whole, the condom unraveling and wrapping around him. I gagged and looked up at him with tears in my eyes, pulling off with a pop. He gasped at the trick, and I gave him a small smile in return. "Let me please you, " He took my wrist and pulled me up onto the bed, laying me down. "Can I?" He asked as he crawled on top of me.

"I'd love to see what you can do, " I smirked at him, yet more butterflies formed in my stomach as he continued. He made me feel so weak in the knees, I felt like melted butter under his touch. Bill smiled at me, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. He trailed soft kisses down to my stomach. My breath hitched, trembling as he came down lower, a finger under my thong strap.

"Tell me if I should ever stop, " He looked up at me for reassurance, and I only nodded as he continued. I pressed my lips together as he slid my thong to my ankles. He slid off the bed and pulled me close by my thighs, kissing around my core. "You're soaking wet, all for me." He said and I felt my face heat up, I let out a sharp gasp as I felt cold metal glide against my clit. I covered my mouth, feeling his tongue flick against my clit. "Right there?" He hummed and kissed my clit, sucking on it. I clenched my eyes shut, my thighs going to close but was forced open by his hands. I let out muffled moans under my hand, arching my back. "You taste so sweet, let them know how good I make you feel, " He spoke against my core, before licking the folds. I removed my hand, whimpering.

"B- B," I managed to get out, reaching down to pull his hair. He let out a slight moan, sucking and nibbling on my clit.

"What are you saying? You dumb slut, can't control yourself?" He degraded, and I felt vibrations against my clit, arching my back more. He slid two fingers into my core, curling them for my G-spot. Once he did, I let out a loud cry of pleasure. "That's right, good girl. Tell them how good I make you feel, " Bill sucked on my clit, my thighs shaking as I gripped a handful of his hair.

"Fuck! You feel so good, fuck, " I let out, he was going to make me lose my cover. I grinded against his tongue, letting out moans.

"Look at me, " He demanded, I whimpered as I looked down at him. I pushed his head, grinding against his face as he held my thighs. Bill glided his tongue against me, causing me to only moan louder.

"Fuck- I'm-" I felt my thighs shake, clenching my eyes shut as I released all over his mouth. He licked all the liquid up as he rubbed my thighs, coming up to kiss my lips hungrily. I breathed heavily against his lips as he laid beside me. I rubbed his chest up and down, before straddling over his lap. He held my waist, my hands in his hair as our lips never left one another. I pulled away from the kiss, leaving kisses on his neck as I left trails of hickeys. I leaned back, swallowing a lump in my throat as we breathed heavily. I looked pumped his member, aligning him to my core. He let out soft moans, holding my sides.

"Are you sure?" Bill asked, I nodded before slowly sliding down onto his member. I let out a sharp moan, taking him whole. He let out a groan, looking up at me as he held my hips to help guide me down. "Fuck, you're such a good slut, taking me whole, " He breathed out, I placed my hands on his lower torso, whimpering as I felt him. I began to grind against him, slowly bouncing up and down. He looked up at the mirror above us, only getting turned on more. He threw his head back as he felt me around him, letting out loud moans.

"Fuck, Bi-...Fuck, you feel so good, " I cried out, my head hung low as my legs shook, not being able to continue. He watched, taking my waist and bucking his hips into me.

"You're doing so good, letting me fuck your pussy like this. You slut, " He breathed out, as I let out moans and cries. I clenched his shirt, leaning down as I laid my head into the crook of his neck. He flipped us, laying me on my back as he began to thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripping the bed sheets. I cursed out as I moaned in pleasure, his nails digging into my hips. "You pretty dumb slut, can't even make out words, " Bill moaned out, a hand raising to my jaw to turn my face to him. "Look at me, I wanna see your pretty face, " He pounded into me, causing my moans to go silent as I looked up at him. My mouth was agape as he pounded into my G-spot. I felt a coil in my stomach, arching my back.

"I- I- Close, " I managed to get out, he leaned down to plant his lips onto mine.

"Together, " He said and moaned against my lips as his thrusts became sloppy. My legs shook as I released around his member, Bill releasing into his condom. We breathed heavily as he fell beside me. I turned to him, laying on my side as he stared back into my eyes.

"That...was amazing, " I breathed out, reaching out to caress his cheek. He smiled, leaning in to kiss my nose.

"You were amazing, " Bill lifted his thumb near my eyes, wiping a bit of smudged eyeliner off my face. I looked down at the hickeys on his neck, my heart sinking as I remembered the hickeys on mine. I press my lips together, I'll just worry about that later. I looked back up at him, gulping.

"I never got your name, by the way, " I hummed, he gave me a crooked smile as he raised an eyebrow.

"It's Bill, " He caressed my cheek with his thumb, pecking my lips.

"I hope to meet again, " I murmured and he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me close. He pecked my nose and massaged my sides.

"I hope so too, sweetheart."

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I sat in the lecture hall, clicking on my pen as I fanned myself, waiting for Bill to come. The hall was filling up as people made their way in. I looked up at Bill as he walked to his seat next to me, sighing in relief. He settled down and raised an eyebrow as he looked at me.

"Why are you wearing a turtle neck? It's 100 degrees out, " He said and I rolled my eyes as I eyed him up and down, he wore just a simple plain band shirt. My heart was pounding as his neck was still scattered with hickeys.

"I'm feeling a bit...sick, " I let out a cough, continuing to fan myself. Bill shrugged and continued to open his notebook. I hummed and opened my notebook after him. "So...what are we gonna do?"

"I'll get a posterboard by Thursday, " He turned towards me, yawning as he covered his mouth.

"Good idea, " I said and nibbled on my bottom lip, clicking the pen faster. I looked away from his eyes, keeping my eyes on my paper.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows as he tried to get my attention.

"Nothing, nothing. Just wanna get to work, " I laughed nervously and started to doodle on my paper, looking back up at him.

"Right...you're weird as always, " Bill teased as he kept eye contact.

"Weird?? Me? Have you seen yourself?" I scoffed and pulled at the turtle neck a bit, to let cool air in. He bit his lip as he looked down at my neck and back up at me.

"I'm not as weird as you, " He tilted his head, the corner of his lips curling up.

"I'm not weird! Bill, just focus on our assignment, " I growled a bit as I clenched my notebook.

"Fine, fine..." He sighed and gazed over features for a few seconds. "And by the way, " He said and held a smirk as he came close to my ear, whispering. "I enjoyed last night, Chanel, " His voice was slick like honey, and I widened my eyes looking over at him.

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Lorraine Day x fem!reader

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Song: Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland Summary: R flustering Lorraine leads to her returning the favour. Warnings: top!lorraine, bottom!femreader, smut, reader receiving, choke kink, praise kink?, reasonably bad smut, me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 4.6k

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"You want to know something, Church Mouse," You whispered in Lorraine's ear after the filming had concluded, "I have a feeling one of these days, that boom mic is just going to fall right out of your pretty little hands."

Lorraine's cheeks tinted red at the feeling of your warm breath tickling her ear, the feeling of your lips so close sent electrical currents down her spine, leaving the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. "Are you calling me weak, Y/N?" she looked over her shoulder with a small glare, that you couldn't help but smile at, the glare coming off as more adorable than intimidating.

You chuckled as you observed her your eyes always seemingly mesmerised by the very sight of her, "More like small," you pinched your fingers together with a grin.

The brunette rolled her pretty brown eyes at you, her blush deepening ever so slightly as she started putting away the film equipment with a huff, "Don't you got better things to do, that don't include annoying me?"

"Hmmm," you looked up as if in thought for a moment, your finger tapping your chin. A grin returned to your features, your eyes looking directly into Lorraine's brown ones, "Nothing better is coming to my mind right now. So, no."

"Why are you even here?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her words.

You observed her, revelling in how annoyed she seemed to be as you chuckled, "Your little boyfriend RJ," you grinned as her head tilted in confusion at that, "I was the script writer for his little project."

"He's not my boyfriend," she rolled her eyes.

You bit your lip at her words, "Doesn't mean he doesn't want to be," you motioned towards him, and the way his eyes not so subtly looked towards Lorraine every once in a while. "Why did you decide to come anyways, thought this wasn't your scene."

It didn't take an idiot to know exactly what you were referring to, her nickname 'Church Mouse' a target on her very being, only adding to the fact it was most definitely not her scene. She eyed you for a moment, "I could say the same about you," her cheeks tinted a little at the memory of what the film was about, "I didn't know you were into writing adult films."

"You know me, Church Mouse," you grinned, as you leaned closer to whisper in her ear, your fingers trailing gently down the cross-pendant necklace that seemed to adorn her neck, "Always looking for an excuse to hang out with you."

She pushed your face away from her as she shivered at your heated breath against her ear, your fingers automatically letting go of the necklace, "Stop calling me that," she cleared her throat, her cheek painted a deep pink in her blush.

You smirked at her, liking the sight, "What are you going to do about it?"

She didn't respond as she finished packing up the equipment, walking away from you as she did without a single goodbye. You laughed to yourself, liking the fact that you could rile her up. You were surprised to see her walk out without stomping her feet immaturely, maybe chalking it up to her small stature to make you think that way.

You sent RJ a sarcastic wave as he eyed you with narrowed eyes, his eyes never taking themselves off you as you left the room. The front door closed behind you as you stood outside, the wind brushing smoothly against your skin as you closed your eyes.

You couldn't help it, as you imagine her pretty brown eyes, the way they watched the scene as she held the boom mic that was way too big for her. She seemed mesmerised and almost as if she were curious, and maybe she was, but your eyes never left her face during that moment.

It was hard to believe that RJ could ever call her a prude, since she did come on this trip and didn't try to leave when she found out what the film would be about. Sometimes you wondered or even hoped that maybe she came here for you because she knew you would be going. You did after all agree to write the script for this film just because you knew she would be there.

You stayed out for a moment longer, revelling in the feeling of wind blowing against your skin, as your mind filled with images of her. You sighed as you walked back into the house, beginning your mission to look for the girl who was playing on repeat in your mind, a grin taking over your features as you began searching for her, just wanting to fall into the warmth her presence always brought.

It had been the tug on your arm, a pair of small hands pulling you into a random bedroom, back pressing against the door suddenly as soft lips attacked yours with a vengeance. Your eyes were blown wide in shock for only a second, your heart beating incredibly fast in a moment of adrenaline, not quite expecting it. You took notice of Lorraine's small stature almost instantly, not having enough time to take in the fact she was only wearing an oversized blue striped shirt – a striking contrast from the polo shirt and denim jeans she was wearing earlier – before your body relaxed, your eyes closing as you reciprocated the rough kiss.

Her hand reached out clumsily behind you, as she blindly locked the door with a 'click'. Caging you inside between her arms, her hands now lying on either side of you. Your back was pressed roughly to the door, her lips so animalistic against yours, feeling as one of her hands began trailing up your arm in slow motion, leaving burning flames against your skin in their wake. It felt subtle at first, the way they gradually traced up your bicep and towards your throat, before her hands latched onto the back, her body already moulding with yours.

You didn't know where to place your hands, letting Lorraine take the lead as her fingers took to curling into your hair. It felt so gentle, before she roughly tugged on the strands, your head falling back against the door hard as her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, giving it a pull, only to elicit a needy moan from your very lips. The vibration made Lorraine shiver in ecstasy, thoughts of the way she would have you invading her mind, thoughts of the way she would make you fall to her every whim. She wanted you begging for her touch, a whimpering mess that only ever wanted her.

It was so unlike her, you weren't expecting it when you went searching for her, and maybe she knew that. She felt like a seductress in this moment, you could almost believe she had planned this from the way she was dressed in only a shirt. It didn't seem to matter to you whether or not it had been unlike her in the time that she had you pressed against a door, because all your mind could think up was the way you didn't want her to stop and that if this were a dream, you hoped you could remain in this eternal slumber.

A sequence of heavy breaths left you, Lorraine releasing your bottom lip from between her teeth as you both opened your eyes to look at each other, "Is this, okay?" her hand loosened its hold on your hair, allowing you to nod your head frantically at the question with a breathless 'Yes' leaving your lips. She trailed her fingers down your throat, it bobbing as you gulped, her finger making its way towards your collarbone as she gripped the collar of the flannel button-up that you wore, the hem tied in a knot, the piece of clothing accentuating your figure perfectly.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as her own sparkled, the perfect combination of lust and hunger laying within matching yours, hers only hinting at what was to come, both lips yours and hers similarly bruised.

She tugged you with her like a dog on a leash as she walked backwards, pulling you against her body as her lips attached to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when she smoothly spun you both halfway. You were walking in reverse now, your mind completely blanked by the pleasure the brown-eyes beauty had you falling into, just from the feel of her lips on yours, her warm skin sending heat down to your very core. You stilled suddenly, the feeling of the back of your knees hitting the side of the bed rooting you to your spot.

You let out a needy whine, your breathing coming out laboured as you missed the heat on your skin when Lorraine seemed to detach herself from you. You felt the force as small hands reached forward and pushed themselves against your chest, your body sinking into the mattress below, your eyes not missing the smirk on Lorraine's face as she stood before you.

The brunette leaned down, her hands dipping into the comforter as she lifted her small frame onto the bed, climbing slowly on top of you. Her hand reached out in its haste, grasping your chin in a vice grip as her beautiful brown eyes bore into yours. "This is how it should be," she whispered huskily, licking her lips, "This is where you should be."

Her breathing stuttered at the whimper that left your lips, "God, Lorraine." Your hands moved under her shirt, gripping Lorraine's hips as she straddled your waist, keeping her bare thighs on either side of you, your fingers caressing the skin beneath her shirt absentmindedly.

"What?" she teased as she tightened her grip on your chin, "No Church Mouse?" she stared into your eyes for a moment before pulling you into a forceful kiss. You didn't have time to fall into the kiss before she was already pulling her lips away from you, pushing you roughly back down as she released her hold on your chin. Her fingers moved sensually down your throat, causing you to gulp as they slowly moved on the top of your flannel. Her hands gripped either side of the fabric in a vice grip, before pulling it harshly apart, the buttons flying off as the shirt ripped open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor the last thing on your mind, your heart banging incredibly fast against your ribcage.

A smirk remained adorned on her luscious lips, her fingers tracing their way down your collarbone until they reached the lace of your bra, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You could see it in her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted at that moment, lifting your back off where it lay on the bed, helping Lorraine as she pulled the rest of your flannel button-up off your body, the piece of clothing finding itself thrown across the room. Your red lacey bra came next, her hands reaching around you to unlatch it, only fumbling for a moment before it came undone, uncovering your breasts completely as it slid down your arms. She bit her lip, throwing the bra to join the shirt on the floor.

Lorraine pushed you back down, your back sinking into the mattress once again, the grip you had on her hips tightening ever so slightly. You watched in mere anticipation, her hands reaching down to the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it smoothly off her body, before throwing it to join yours. You gulped, eyes travelling down her body, her voluptuous breasts now just as bare as yours, your eyes trailing down even further towards the yellow panties she wore. You only had a second to stare before you felt a hand on your chin as she harshly raised it so your half-lidded eyes would connect with hers, "Did I give you permission to look, princess?"

You gulped at the nickname, not quite understanding the multitude of feelings that were invading your senses, heat pooling deep within yourself even more at this moment. You were merely frozen in place, your body quivering in excitement from the authoritative tone in her voice. "I'm sorry..." your voice trembled, almost feeling foreign to you, not quite used to being so ready and helpless under another's command, never imagining that you would be so aroused by it.

The brunette's hand remained gripping your chin, trying to gouge your reaction before you felt her release it from her tight grasp. She lifted her hips only slightly, your eyes tracking her every movement as she slowly began crawling down your body, causing you to shudder when her hands trailed down your sides sensually as she went. Her eyes tracked the length of your body, travelling down every feature on display before her hands connected with the waistband of your denim shorts.

She traced her hands along the waistband, feeling your breathing stutter when her finger leisurely undid the button, before slowly pulling down the zipper, dragging out the suspense as if to torture you. "Lift your hips," her voice caused you to shiver, your arousal only increasing by the second, your reaction automatic, as she commanded, your hips lifting, your abdomen flexing as she began pulling the shorts down from your hips. You had sunk back into the mattress when you lowered yourself back down, Lorraine continuing her task of pulling the piece of clothing down your legs, her grip burning on your thighs as they finally came off, being thrown into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.

You were a panting mess, Lorraine's hands trailing up your legs. "Please..." you whimpered, her fingers edging closer to your red lacey panties, doing nothing to calm your eternal need, the fabric already pooling with an embarrassing amount of heat.

She bit her lip, not giving into the moan that was begging to leave her lips at your reaction to her control on you. "Please, what?" she trailed her hands on your thighs, an unbearable heat being left in their place as your impending wetness continued to seep through the fabric of your panties.

You moaned at her touch, "Please, Lorraine," you panted not knowing whether from the pain of your unending want, or your need for her to touch you, "I need you."

Her hands left your body, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of contact making you feel almost cold despite the ever-growing burning heat on your skin. She observed you, the way your body was shaking for her touch, absolutely begging for it, before gripping your chin between her fingers as she moulded her lips with yours. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging at it before she let it go and stared you dead in the eyes, "Get on your hands and knees." You didn't question it, your body working automatically as you were quick in giving her exactly what she wanted, letting her take control of the situation easily. Your hands and knees met the sheets, Lorraine moving up behind you, her mouth reaching close to your ear as she pushed your head into the pillow, "Good girl." It was sultry when it left her lips, a sweet sense of ecstasy sending a shiver down your spine, your breathing shallower at the words that left her mouth.

You whimpered at the contact, her tongue darting out to lick the rim of your ear slowly, before you felt her teeth tug harshly on your earlobe, letting it go almost instantly. You felt her move, her hands trailing down your body, staying on your breasts for a moment longer, her fingers circling the hardened nipples, giving them a slight tug, before trailing her hands further down to the waistband of your red panties.

You were trembling in anticipation, Lorraine leaning down to bite your shoulder as her fingers played with the waistband of the final piece of clothing. You felt the harsh tug, hearing fabric tearing as she ripped the panties clean off your body, a hiss leaving your lips at the sting the elastic created, the now ripped fabric joining the rest of the clothes.

The brunette didn't give you much time to dwell on the slight pain, her hands grasping onto your bare ass, rubbing sensual circles against your cheeks. You felt as one of her hands left it, before striking down hard, a loud smack resounding in the room as her hand connected sharply with your ass. A loud groan left your lips, a moan replacing it when she began rubbing the spot again.

One of her hands slid up to be against your back, pushing down as her other travelled down from your ass, sliding lower towards your centre, a groan leaving both your lips in unison when her fingers finally made contact, "You're so fucking wet for me, princess" she growled, "I bet you fucking love this, don't you?" Her hand slid sensually across your sopping-wet folds, leaving for only a moment as you felt a hard slap to your core when you remained quiet, a loud moan tumbling from your lips, her voice commanding, "Answer me."

"Oh god yes," you groaned, voice shaky, clenching the bed sheets between your fists. You waited in anticipation, a chuckle leaving Lorraine's lips, your eyes squeezing shut when you felt her leaning closer, her breath warm and tingling against your throbbing core.

She pulled her fingers back for a moment, her hand residing on your hip as her tongue began to trail painfully slow across the length of your slit, her tongue pushing against it, as it ran between your folds. You shook, wanting her to keep going, just to bring you the satisfaction you were dying for, your teeth sinking into the pillow below you as you tried your hardest not to scream out.

You felt yourself clench, her teeth gracing your clit for a small moment as she gave it a rough tug. Lorraine hummed in satisfaction as she pulled her face back, "You taste so fucking good," she moaned. You tensed at the feeling of her hand trailing leisurely up your thigh, her finger making contact with your core, forcing you to twitch in need. A gasp left your lips, your teeth pulling away from the pillow when you could no longer keep it in. You gave an involuntary shiver at her touch, gasping out against the pillow when you felt her tease a finger inside, before slipping it in, following it up with a second. Your walls clenched around them almost automatically, a muffled moan releasing from your lips as you tried your hardest to remain quiet.

She wasn't the Church Mouse you remembered at this moment, a feeling that she would be gentle during these moments was thrown out the window as soon as you felt her push in roughly, reaching as deep as she could possibly go, before beginning to pump her fingers. But you had felt it gentle at first, her fingers slathering onto your slickness easily, her movement impossibly slick, until she started moving more harshly.

Lorraine's hand on your back seemed to push down more, her fingers not stopping their movements for even a moment, not leaving you time to think as they moved unbelievably fast, the muffled moans being lost inside the pillow your teeth had found themselves latched back onto.

You felt her move, her fingers not stopping their excessive pumps as she leaned down, her tongue trailing slowly up your spine. You couldn't focus on anything, the overload of sensations blanking your mind, your lips releasing an excessively loud moan when you felt her teeth sink into your shoulder for the second time, in the exact same spot.

Her breasts closed in against your back, her hard nipples feeling incredibly hot against your skin. You felt her lips against your ear, her pumps not stopping for even a moment as the hand on your back left. You didn't know what was going to happen, you had never been in this situation before. Her hand closing around your throat was the last thing you had expected, your teeth relinquishing their hold on the pillow as she used her hold on your throat as leverage to pull you up off the bed and against her chest.

You could hear the slick sounds as she pumped, a third finger easily joining the two already inside you as she moved against your soaked walls, her fingers curling while she pulled you deeper against her chest. You were so close, your walls twitching against her fingers, her teeth grazing your ear, "Don't cum until I tell you to," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. "Do you understand me, princess?"

You nod your head frantically, before feeling her squeeze your neck for an actual answer, "Yes—" you choked out, a panting mess as you tried to hold in your desire to have your release, her finger continuing their relentless pumps.

You clenched your eyes shut, feeling yourself creeping closer to the edge, your wall clenching around her fingers hard as you tried to hold back, her fingers hitting all the right places. You knew she was torturing you as her teeth continued to graze and lick your earlobe, curses leaving your lips as she continued her unbearable assault.

"Please..." you begged, not being able to hold back as you remained on the edge of your release.

"What do you want, princess?" she growled out against your ear. "Tell me."

You panted, "Fuck," Lorraine pumped harder as you tried to speak, "Please, I'm—" she smirked, "I need to cum." You gasped.

Lorraine was silent for a moment, biting down on your earlobe as she continued her assault, her fingers slick with your liquids. You felt her breath on your ear, her groans sending a vibration through your body. "Fuck, princess," her voice trembled. She pulled you up a bit more from her hold on your throat, "Cum for me." She squeezed.

You didn't wait another moment, your body twitching and shuddering, your voice turning raw from your release. It felt so intense as your walls clenched incredibly tight on her fingers, your body shaking against her chest. Your eyes were sewn shut as they rolled into the back of your head, your breathing becoming laboured. Lorraine didn't stop her pumps as she pulled you through your intense orgasm, only stilling when she knew it was over, as she placed her lips against your shoulder.

She carefully slipped her fingers out of you but kept a hold of your throat for a bit longer as she brought her fingers up to your lips, "Suck." You didn't hesitate, even though your energy drained from your body, your tongue trailing up her fingers before your lips closed around them, moaning as you tasted your liquids, swirling your tongue around them seductively as you cleaned them off.

Lorraine pulled them away for a moment, pulling you closer as she connected her lips with yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth. She moaned at the taste of you on your tongue, before pulling away and unlatching her hand from your throat, your head finding its home on the pillow below you. You felt the kink in your knees, having been in the same position for far too long, as Lorraine gently moved you, so you weren't on your knees anymore, your legs splayed out in comfort. She massaged the back slowly, before laying down next to you, her eyes locking onto your closed ones, her hands reaching out to move your sweaty hair out of your face.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before opening your eyes and looking into her brown ones, breathing still laboured. "RJ was wrong about you," you chuckled breathlessly, "You are most definitely not a prude."

Lorraine shook her head with a roll of her eyes and a teasing smile, "Thought you said you didn't think I was to begin with."

You grinned, "I didn't," your eyes trailed her body, "This just proved my theory."

"And what theory was that?" she raised an eyebrow.

You bit your lip, "That it's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest in the sheets."

She pushed your face back, a laugh leaving your lips as she did, "I didn't see you complaining."

"I most definitely wasn't," you smiled suggestively, watching as she rolled her eyes, her dimples breaking free as she grinned at you in return, your fingers reaching out absentmindedly to poke one. "I guess I can't call you Church Mouse anymore, can I?"

"I sure hope not," she stroked your hair gently before her hand slid to your cheek, her thumb running circles as you fell into the comforting warmth her skin gave you. "I hate that nickname." Her eyes were still half-lidded, "How much time do we have before the shoot?"

You thought for a moment, "About an hour give or take."

A smirk overtook Lorraine's features, one that had your once-tired body waking up in arousal. "I guess it's my turn, princess." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear. You followed her lead as she lay on her back, leading you in between her thighs as she commanded you to crawl between them, her finger on your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "You're such a good girl."

You shivered, allowing her to command your every action, moaning as you took her yellow panties off before tasting her sweet nectar. Your arousal only increased from the fingers that seemed to tug on your hair, your body completely falling completely to her every whim.

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Bonus:

You opened your eyes as the banging on the door invaded your senses, having a feeling that it could potentially be knocked off its hinges by the excessive knocks.

"Are you two done in there?" Bobby's voice filtered muffled through the door, "We have a film to shoot."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you nudged Lorraine awake to get dressed. You both were hasty, you sending Lorraine a look when you remembered your panties were ripped and the buttons on your flannel gone, only to receive a sheepish look in return as you were forced to go commando, having to tie your flannel shirt up tighter.

As you unlocked the door, pulling Lorraine by the hand, out of the room, you were met with Bobby who gave you both a smirk, "Are you both sure you weren't shooting your own porno?" she laughed, "Because that was some loud noises you both were making."

Lorraine blushed at that, a complete contrast to the commanding woman she was when the door was locked. This only made you pull her closer as you gave RJ a smirk as you saw him glare at you, "Oh we definitely were," you chuckled, "Search it up in stores tomorrow morning." You gave a wink.

The brunette was a blushing mess at this point, as you pulled her along with you, laughter following you the whole way to your destination. You knew you'd probably regret it later when the doors finally lock again, but in all honesty, you were looking forward to it. Wanting nothing more than for when the brunette would take control of you again.

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Jamie Speaks:

Ummm.... Hahahahaha

I apologise.

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Rumors

─ Tenjiku x fem!reader

─ Summary: certain rumors about a powerful girl lead Tenjiku to you

─ Warnings: description of unpleasant ways to die

Part two / Part three / Part four

"I'm telling you again, you have the wrong person…"

You murmured to some boys that had cornered you before you could leave through the great doors of your high school, the head of that small group looked at you, fed up with you denying being who people said.

"Don't be stupid! There is no one else that matches your name."

You groaned in disgust when you noticed his growing anger, you didn't want to waste your valuable free time, you frowned making the hardest look you could, your dark circles dimmed your eyes and you gave one last blank look at the 'leader' of the group. The atmosphere around you intensified, as if it were suffocating, as if you were capable of breaking the necks of these five guys with one move.

The legs of the teenagers began to shake from the personality change, your sinister face and your iron gaze were enough to scare them away, although they said they would come back to kick your ass, you and your so-called gang.

"My God, what's up lately with all the jerks looking for a fight?"

You really didn't understand shit, as far as you knew, this last month there were several groups of people asking about you, they wanted to fight you because apparently you had a powerful gang and your name started to spread like wildfire, you heard nonsense like you had defeated a group of twenty men without ruffling your hair, even while filing your nails.

You? fighting? Do you even want to socialize a bit? If beating people up counts as socializing of course, you had nothing to do with those things anyway, the only struggles you had were with your math problems and if that subject was a person it would have kicked your ass not vice versa.

You had to ask a few people from your class, some who were more or less trustworthy and not swayed by those rumors, yes, rumors about you, not that you paid much attention to them but man, painting you as something inhuman that would be able to dismounting people twice your size with one punch was a bit over the top, wasn't it?

It's not that you looked cute or flirty, that was the main cause of the rumors starting, okay you admit it, you don't have the best fashion sense and maybe you dress a little darker than the others, maybe what sparked the rumors was your impassive demeanor, and your shitty face, because you didn't like to get up early, who does anyway? You just get to class and everyone is greeting each other with smiles on a Monday at seven in the morning, shut the fuck up, you want to sleep.

Looking back, yeah, maybe it was a bit because of your behavior, another reason that you thought would be of weight was your honesty, harsh honesty, you didn't like to beat around the bush and you went straight to the point of the issues, maybe that made your classmates see you as intimidating, geez, if they knew you cry over strangers' stories on the internet every time you open Twitter… Maybe some people were even intimidated by your height? Not that you were a building, but considering the average height of the girls, you were a bit above that.

The truth is that you had to agree with some of the rumors, you are creepy as fuck, not only sometimes because of your disheveled appearance, but also because of some of your comments, you could make very accurate descriptions of painful or disturbing deaths if is that the situation made you think of ways to die doing something everyday. Well, it's not your fault that you're a fan of crime shows, serial killers, etc.

"I hope we're not wasting time with this."

"Calm down Shion, it's not like we have anything to do, we're all here for a reason."

Izana commented as he looked at the others, Tenjiku had gathered because Kisaki had been hearing those rumors, your rumors, they were looking for strong people and if you had what they were looking for you were definitely joining the group.

"Whatever, he could have at least brought his pathetic ass here too…"

"Nu-uh, I needed Sanzu, Mucho and him to do something for me, anyway, I think we're here now."

You were half asleep at recess, getting some rest from another night of tossing and turning, otome games were messing with your sleep schedule. You almost fell asleep if not for a slight jolt, you groaned but opened your eyes finding yourself face to face with lavender eyes that seemed to penetrate your soul, your mind assimilated everything quickly when you saw how they were dressed together, also noticing the others behind of the boy.

They didn't even ask for your name when you put your hands to your head, letting out a cry of despair because you already knew what they had come for.

“I swear to god, I don't have a gang and I can't take down twenty men with one punch."

"Well, most people don't think the same as you."

Ran spoke, balancing his weapon against his palm, smiling sadistically at how you trembled a little. You know that intimidating feeling, when you know someone is angry and they seem like they're invincible? That same pressure the boys felt when you got up from your seat, although it was only a defense mechanism when you were scared.

"Just leave me alone, I don't want or am interested in fighting, I don't care what you think I am."

Apparently the trick of looking intimidating didn't help, the guy with a scar on his forehead that reached down to one of his eyes approached threateningly, grabbing your shirt to lift you into the air. You screamed internally from the looks you were getting from everyone, normally the idiots who came to confront you would get scared ─luckily─ and you didn't have to run away, but it was clear that these guys weren't weaklings like all the others.

Since silent intimidation didn't help, it might help to use your twisted mind, hopefully you might scare them off.

"I would like to lock you in a coffin alive, bury you three meters underground, wait for you to die slowly, gradually running out of oxygen, when your mind fades your bodies will rot, I will dig the bodies up and feed them to the Insects more disgusting than you can imagine."

"What the hell-"

Rin looked at you with a grimace seeing how you didn't blink once in your little monologue, Kakucho's grip loosened a bit, lowering you back to the ground but keeping you where you were. You started to sweat, without letting them recriminate you, you started to talk again.

"If you don't like that death, I can also sedate you, empty all your bodies, without intestines, while you slowly watch each other as you die little by little, I will do it slowly playing with your livers, making your intestines into scarves, I will burn you and I will feed you to pigs."

Kokonoi and Mochizuki looked at each other in silence with disgust clear on their faces, Kakucho had let go of you taking a step back to Izana's side. Hanma had a small crooked smile, it was his turn to approach you, patting your shoulder.

"What creepy things you say to be a scared cat."

Well, shit, your words hadn't sounded with the usual impassive enough tone or your nervousness had been detected by this damned matchstick. You shrank into your site, feeling smaller next to him, you raised your hands in defeat.

“Non-verbal and verbal intimidation don't work, okay, I give up, but I guess you know that that shit was just rumors."

Everyone was stunned at the guffaw Izana let out after that, he normally kept that serious tone when he was in a group, he usually only let that side out when he was alone with Kakucho, but oh boy, you were too much.

“Look at you, trying to intimidate us while you were all scared! You know, if you'd made it clear, we would have left, but you're so funny."

"What? If you're saying that you're a bad liar, I could see how you wanted to beat me up."

"Oh of course not, I would never hit a girl-"

"Yes, you should break a leg for lying so bad."

You gave your typical blank face, much more relaxed than before, but still a bit uncomfortable with all the attention you were getting, not to mention someone still with their arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, matchstick, personal space."

It was the turn of the Haitani brothers to laugh at the nickname you had given Hanma, he turned away with an offended look, but you didn't care, looking at the brothers, without a doubt their laughter bothered you because they were the ones that scared you the most.

"I don't know what's so funny, eh, Bert and Ernie?"

Kokonoi bit his tongue to keep from laughing, thinking that if he did, he would be the next person to be attacked by your big mouth, however Izana spoke again.

"You go from completely shaking and trying to be brave to messing with us? Every time you surprise me more."

"Nah, I'm just being honest now that I know you won't break my legs, I'm not making fun of you, I'm just objectively saying what you look like."

Now they all fell silent looking at you, feeling as if you were criticizing them with a simple look, imagining characters similar to them to make fun of.

"Wait, does that mean that you associate us all with something or someone?" you hummed affirmatively at Mochizuki's question "can we know-"

"You look like an onigiri if you put yourself completely in front."

"What about me?"

Madarame watched expectantly as you narrowed your eyes at him, analyzing his stance, oh, you definitely knew what he was.

"Gay."

"Wha- THAT'S NOT EVEN AN OBJECT OR PERSON!"

"Are you saying that gays are not people? Pretty disrespectful of you."

"IT'S NOT THE POINT!" he complained for a few minutes like Mochi for their comparison, he looked at you again, pointing to the remaining three; Koko, Izana and Kakucho "What about them? What stupid thing are they?"

"Mmh…" you rubbed your index finger and thumb on your chin, thinking deeply, looking at the three boys "They are just handsome."

"Nah, this bitch is not being serious-"

Hanma prevented the blonde from hitting you for your comparisons, despite also being insulted, the scene was quite funny for him. Ignoring the little spat everyone started to have, deciding you'd had too much human contact for today, you packed up your stuff to leave, only someone stopped you before you left.

"Take this please, let's talk later!"

You blinked at the piece of paper Izana had given you, it was his phone number, you shrugged, you liked the internet contact better anyway, you took one last look at the group before disappearing, briefly greeting Kakucho, who went with the only one you caught eyes with, completely ignoring how his cheeks had some rosy tinge.

"Someone had a crush?"

"Shut up Ran."

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Assistant Captain

A/N: Phasma fic time! This is a long fic, so get comfy and prepare for a little fun ;) Comments requesting fic ideas are always welcome! I love feedback, especially with your thoughts and reactions. Many many thanks to the lovely @weemssapphic for being a beta reader, I look up to you sm! Please go check out her blog <3

Captain Phasma x femreader

Summary: Becoming the right hand to Captain Phasma has some unforeseen results. After moving into her quarters, your ever-growing feelings for your superior blossom.

Warnings: rough smut, fluff, masturbation, strapon (reader receiving), soft and dominant Phasma, submissive reader, use of safeword, filthy dirty talk

Today was the day. You had been waiting eagerly to prove yourself to Captain Phasma and become her right hand. The Captain requested skilled soldiers and lieutenants like yourself for interviews, searching for the one to aid her against the Resistance by her side. As a self-taught skilled fighter and educated lieutenant, you immediately prepared for the opportunity once the Captain made the announcement.

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You march confidently down the flagship halls, making your way toward Phasma’s office. You straighten your hat and uniform collar, wanting to present yourself as a professional. Surely, the Captain would only expect perfection from her right hand, so perfection you will embody. Inside, however, you are quite the opposite. Your hands are sweaty and your head spins with anxiety at what is to come. Captain Phasma is a decorated woman who exudes strength, power, and coldness. She prides herself on efficiency and order, using fear and calculated tactics to keep her soldiers in line. Although you are only a rank below her, Phasma instills a nervousness within your body and mind that you cannot shake.

You shake your head to rid yourself of any last-minute anxieties as you near the door to her office. With a quick, sharp knock, you wait patiently with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“Enter.” Phasma’s piercing voice muffled by the metal door falls upon your ears. You take a deep breath and press the button. The door opens instantly, and what you see as you step into the room causes the pit in your stomach to grow.

There stands the Captain behind a cold metal desk, her shining armor reflects the overhead lights that remind you of the interrogation chambers. She is almost completely still, the only sign of humanity is her chest rising and falling with each breath.

You rapidly walk to the seat at her desk, not daring to sit until after you address her properly.

“Captain,” you greet with a nod.

“Lieutenant, you may sit.” Her voice echoes through her mask and you lower onto the hard seat.

You keep eye contact, afraid that any signs of hindering confidence will reduce your chances of getting the promotion. Captain Phasma sits too, the slight clank of her armor breaking the deafening silence.

“So Lieutenant L/N, I have reviewed your file and studied your work from a distance. I do believe you are a fine candidate for this assistant position. You are aware that although your rank will be changed from Lieutenant, this is most certainly a promotion?”

“Yes Captain, I have reviewed the announcement fully and I also understand that I will be staying in quarters next to your own if I am to be promoted. I would be honored to serve next to you as an exceptional aide and personal soldier. I take pride in being the best at what I do and aim to serve directly under you with undying loyalty.”

Phasma sits in silence for a few moments, as if considering your words carefully and studying your appearance. You pray she misses the way your hands clasp tightly together in your lap and the way your breathing is almost too even to be natural as if you are forcing yourself to appear collected. Certainly, she cannot see how your confidence is a mere farce, can she?

The painful quietness finally ends as she reaches forward with her gloved hand to push a stack of documents before you.

“After careful consideration and observations of each candidate over time, I would like to offer you the new position, Lieutenant L/N. If you accept, I will send someone to fetch your belongings and move you into your new space, effective immediately. I just need you to read and sign below to officially solidify you in the position.”

You bite back a smile, excited that you succeeded in the interview and are about to start the new position. After picking up a pen and signing your name, you look back up to your superior. Phasma tilts her head as if waiting for something until you remember you need to formally accept.

“Thank you, Captain, I accept the position and I am ready to begin.”

The tall woman rises before you and extends her arm for a handshake, and you stand as well to place your hand in her grasp.

With a firm single shake, she speaks again.

“From here on out, you will be regarded as Assistant Captain L/N, the right hand of Captain Phasma. I will personally see to it that you are given clearance above Lieutenants and are treated in a similar fashion to myself. I will not tolerate any slacking or any mistakes, nor will I accept less than absolute excellence. Do you understand?”

Anxiety floods your veins at the pressure of remaining exemplary under the Captain’s wing, but you ignore it and remember how large this opportunity is to pass up.

“Yes Captain Phasma, I understand. You have my word.”

“Very well then, let me lead you to your new quarters.”

The Captain rounds her desk and signals you to follow.

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A dark chrome door much like the armor of the woman in front of you opens as she enters a code, the lights within the room switching on.

You follow directly behind and are now in a small entryway, with one door on the right, one on the left, and one straight ahead. It is symmetrical and uniform, just how you expected Phasma’s quarters to look. Not a single image or decoration graces the barren grey walls, leaving a clean but dull look to the room.

“There is a large walk-in closet on the right with areas to store your armor and weapons. Any item requests like soap and polish will be delivered to that room. I have strict security and all deliveries must be scanned and dropped off by my personal messenger, so please do not worry about your privacy or items being stolen.”

You nod and move with her away from the closet and between the two remaining doors.

“The room in the center is my quarters, while yours is past the door on the left. You have a personal bathroom within your room along with proper accommodations. I think you will find it much more comfortable than your previous living area. As my Assistant Captain, you have the honor of sharing my quarters, do not make me regret opening my personal area to house you or I will not hesitate to fire you.”

You shift uncomfortably at her harshness, the giddiness of being hired starting to wear off. Nonetheless, you mutter a quick affirmation and look to her for further instruction.

“Now, I am about to do something that nobody has ever done before. You will never speak of what occurs here now or any other instance within these quarters do you understand? I will have you used as target practice for the next batch of pathetic soldiers to practice on and personally have a front-row view of your laughable death. Answer me.”

Your heart hammers as the cruel threat is processed in your mind, fear pushes you to respond more panicked than you intend.

“Yes Captain, I understand.” You stand at attention but remain tense, as you expect some sort of inhumane initiation into your place as her aide.

Rather, the towering woman brings her hands up just under her helmet, lifting and releasing the air-tight seal as you gape in shock. The image you see next you want to repeat over and over until it is burned into your mind.

Pale white skin hits the light as her helmet is removed. Pink lips are drawn into a harsh line and blonde eyebrows are furrowed in a serious manner. What really draws you in is those icy blue eyes, piercing and beautiful, staring directly at your face. Her hair is a mess of loose blonde curls, short and slightly unkempt from the helmet always on her head. You cannot deny that she is a stunning woman. How she has kept that natural beauty hidden beneath her suit of armor for so long, you will never know. But for now, you are sinfully delighted to be one of the few or maybe the only one to gaze upon your superior’s face.

Your gaping is interrupted by the Captain’s voice, stunning you even more at how attractive it sounds unaltered by the technology within her helmet.

“Since you will be spending a lot of time with me here, on missions, and anywhere else we are needed, I find it necessary to show you my face. You are to be my confidant and keep secrets only we can know. Therefore, I share with you a secret that only a select few in my past have kept.”

If you weren't trying to keep your fluttering heart under control before, you certainly are now. Sexuality is an untouchable topic within the First Order. It isn’t that homosexuality was looked down upon, but the serious environment and professionalism that all soldiers and members must maintain prevent any sort of personal conversation from taking place. There was no way that the gorgeous woman staring back at you could know that you were attracted to women. You would never let your emotions get in the way of work, especially since acquiring this rare role in the First Order, so you did your best to conceal any hint of attraction towards Captain Phasma.

“Thank you Captain for sharing your appearance with me, you have my loyalty and promise of confidentiality when it comes to anything between us.”

You applaud yourself internally for keeping it professional, but the Captain seems to sense that you are hiding some sort of reaction or emotion. Whether she notices or not, she dismisses you to explore your new room and enters her own.

You hear her door slide shut and you take in the space that now belongs to you. Your items from your Lieutenant quarters are placed in the closet already, and your private items are placed inside the drawers. Remembering a certain collection of adult toys that you had in the back of your previous closet, you shove your clothes around searching for the box in a panic. Thankfully, you find that the box is unopened, and breathe in deeply to settle your nerves.

You continue your journey throughout your new space and find that there is a rather large shower, sink, and toilet in the bathroom. Once the small tour is complete, you lay back against the plush pillows and run your fingers over the silken sheets. You could get used to this.

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Now in your soft pajamas and tucked under the covers, your mind wanders to all that occurred today. A new job, a new room, a new rank, and most interesting of all, a new superior. Oh, how that gorgeous face is etched into your mind.

Her helmet hair that you so want to run your fingers through. Her sharp cheekbones that your thumbs ache to run over. Those pursed lips that your own beg to melt against. Those electric blue eyes that hold your gaze like a trance. Your brain is holding onto the professionalism hammered into you over the years, but your heart craves something much less innocent than acceptable.

You come to the realization, the horrifying truth, that you, her right-hand woman and most trusted soldier, are infatuated with your Captain.

Before you allow your mind to dwell on this fact any further, you get up and turn off the lights. Maybe sleep can rid your growing emotions and shameful thoughts, so you lay back down while tugging the blankets over your body, squeezing your eyes shut, and hoping that you’ll drift off. The mental toll on your body that the day caused finally caught up to you, so exhaustion aids in your sleep when you easily slip into unconsciousness.

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Bright overhead lights bring you back, your alertness slightly lacking from how amazing you slept. Your groggy state reflects how wonderful your new bed is treating you, the warmth and plushness of each pillow and blanket make you feel so relaxed. Not wanting to slack on your first official day as the Assistant Captain, you rise and get ready for the day. The cold bathroom floor helps wake you up as you brush your teeth and go through your morning routine. You notice that there is a new armored uniform in your closet that you must have missed last night. You lay the new clothing across your bed, smiling to yourself.

The armor was somewhat thin but protective, the same chrome as Captain Phasma’s now embellished on your ankles, knees, elbows, chest, and shoulders. There are red fabrics sewn within the undersuit mixed with black, mirroring the cape that Phasma wore. A blush overtakes your face knowing that your uniform was tailored to match your Captain’s. You slip into your new outfit and face the floor-length mirror beside your bed. You look good. Really good.

Pulling your hair into a neat bun, you finish the attire with your favorite combat boots. Just as you are about to tie your laces, three loud knocks sound against your door.

Finishing your last knot and pressing the button to open the door, you are greeted by Captain Phasma. Her entire chrome armor set is adorned, gun in holster and all. When she focuses on your presence, you are unsure if her rising chest pauses for a split second.

“Good day Assistant Captain, I assume you rested well in your new chambers?”

“Yes, Captain, I slept well. Thank you for the new armor, I will take good care of it.”

Your captain nods, accepting your thanks graciously.

“Today we will be overseeing a new training exercise for our soldiers. I would like you to act as my eyes and ears in deciding which troopers have potential and should be considered for specialized squads. I will be there as well but focusing on the success of our new evaluation system. I am trusting you with the future of our First Order troopers, so this will be a first test of your adequacy.”

Normally Captains do not give this much power to those ranked below them, so Captain Phasma handing you such a significant role instantly surprises you.

“Yes Captain, you have my full devotion to this task and I will not disappoint.”

“As I expect, Assistant Captain. I have already eaten my meal in my room so I will meet you at the training area after you are finished in the dining hall. You are dismissed.”

She struts past you, her red and black cape billowing behind her. You once thought her presence was fear-inducing, but after seeing what is underneath that armored helmet, your heart skips a beat at seeing her confidently march away.

You open the closet door and find a room lined with shelves, clothing hooks, a wall of weapons, and a table in the center with drawers built into the sides. There is a large box in the corner that you assume deliveries are slipped into. Making your way to the armory wall, you pick a standard blaster rifle that almost matches your captain’s. It has the same chrome finish, but red lines are adorned on the grooves of the barrel. It is a beautiful weapon, one that you promise to wield with care.

After the rifle is hooked onto your belt, you leave the closet and head out the front door towards the dining hall.

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Training went well, and so did your observation skills. Captain Phasma agreed with your picks for the top troopers, leaving you full of pride in your work and happy to please your captain. Her day was successful as well, the new assessment methods and exercises made the process more efficient, yet thorough.

The first day is over, so you and your captain return to your quarters, both pleased with today’s results. Handing your weapon to Phasma, you thank her and she wordlessly nods. You head into your room and strip off your armored uniform, putting it carefully into place in the closet.

The hot shower water along your skin causes it to redden, your body releasing any stress from the first day nerves. Showers offer you a quiet and peaceful moment to think, so your brain runs through each thought that passes through. One thought that lingers and has done so all throughout the day is none other than your chrome-clad obsession. The way she carries herself is attractive, with so much confidence and power in just her body language. But her face, oh that face. Yes, her expression was nothing soft, but her unique features bring out a softness within your heart.

Thinking harder, you realize how kind and supportive she was today. When you were unsure of your place in the training area, she guided you next to her wordlessly, not making you feel ashamed of your unfamiliarity with being in a Captain position. Furthermore, she even offered to alter your rifle to your preferences, something that no other captain would even consider doing for a subordinate. The most memorable action though was when she taught you the front door code. She stood behind you as she allowed you to test the keypad yourself with her directions. After entering the number sequence, you turned around to confirm you input it correctly. What you didn’t expect was Phasma’s helmet peering much lower than the back of your head. She snapped her gaze up immediately, your face growing hot from catching her staring at your backside.

Still in the shower, you run your hands over your breasts, feeling the way your nipples harden from the touch. You shake your head trying to rid your mind of yearning for your captain, but the slight throb between your legs makes it near impossible. Rinsing your soapy hair off and drying yourself with a towel once the water shuts off, you walk naked to your bed.

Laying on your back with your head against the pillows, your hands wander again. One hand grasps lightly at your chest, a thumb rubbing softly against your stiff bud. The other hand grazes down over your stomach, trailing over your hips and inner thighs, teasing yourself. Your breathing grows heavy as you work yourself up, finally spreading your legs and dipping a finger between your folds. You instantly gasp, holding back a moan of pleasure as you rub circles around your swollen clit, throbbing in need. Wetness grows with your arousal, dripping, and your fingers spread it up and down your sensitive cunt. You pinch your nipple, tugging slightly, causing a pang of pleasure to overwhelm your senses. You close your eyes and focus on the way your fingers feel on your skin. Once you keep a steady pace of rubbing, only one thing is on your mind.

Her. The way she shows her subtle praise through kindness, the way she stands like she owns everyone and everything around her, the British accent in her deep seductive voice, and of course, the heavenly image of her face. Nothing is more alluring than her at this moment, so you quietly moan out for her.

What you don’t know, is that your captain had worked in her room on your rifle herself, ready to surprise you with your new weapon specifications. She strides to your door, knocking lightly in contrast to her morning knocks. Without her gloves on since she removed them to work on your blaster, her hands do not have the distinct clang of metallic collision. Thinking you may not have heard her knock, she decides that she will just enter your room and place the weapon on your bedside table since you may be in the restroom. Opening the door, she stands speechless at what she sees.

There you are, bare on the bed with your chest heaving, groping one breast, and pleasuring yourself. She can’t look away, the way your face is scrunched in ecstasy and your irresistible body is covered in a sheen of light sweat. Your fingers work passionately chasing your high, your breaths matching the circles your hand makes. And the sounds. My god, the sounds. Your moans sound addictive, the way your gasps are cut off from another whimper and are almost drowned out by how loud your sopping pussy is. She is about to turn around and shut the door, embarrassed to catch you in such a vulnerable state, but that's when she hears it.

“Captain- oh god please.”

There was no way she heard you correctly, right? Just as she is about to decide that she had heard incorrectly, there it is again.

“Feels so good Captain oh fuck-”

The woman of your words is in disbelief. Nobody on this ship and in the entire First Order for that matter knew of her sexuality. The hard exterior she portrays leaves no room for personal conversations and her position absolutely does not allow romantic relationships. However, at this moment, she sees a deliciously attractive woman whom she has secretly admired from afar, moaning out for her in sexual frustration. Almost as if your sounds and body intoxicate her, Phasma grows hot, beginning to sweat in her armor. Not knowing what to do, she clears her throat to hopefully alert you of her presence.

Hearing a familiar noise close to the door, you open your eyes and inhale a gasp of terror. There stands your captain, the woman who you have been moaning out for and imagining, staring at your naked body. You curl yourself up in a ball, sitting up and refusing to make eye contact with the woman across the bed. Even when you hear her voice, you can’t bring yourself to meet her helmet-covered eyes.

“I- I’m sorry I was going to drop off your weapon since I had customized it for you. I was going to leave immediately… but I heard something that I thought you might want to explain.”

Your heart somehow pounds faster than it already was, fear enveloping your body as you take a second to gather your thoughts and form a response that wouldn’t get you thrown into the trash compactor.

“Captain, I am so sorry. I cannot deny that you are a phenomenal woman, especially with your strength and conviction. And seeing your face- well, I was consumed by your attractiveness. I apologize greatly, I understand if you wish to fire me. I will remove my things and return to my old room, I am so sorry that our arrangement was ruined by my foolishness.”

Tears threaten to shed from your eyes, being in such a vulnerable state and the embarrassment of being caught by your superior making you ashamed beyond anything you've felt before.

“Y/N, look at me.”

The use of your first name stuns you into looking at your captain, her hands in the process of removing her heavy helmet.

You meet those blue eyes that hold something unexpected. Something so opposite of the Captain Phasma that you’ve known since joining the First Order. You see softness. You see emotion. You see even a hint of lust.

“Y/N, I am not going to fire you. You are an exceptional aide and I specifically chose you out of over 20 candidates. I must admit that yes this is completely unprofessional, but I may have chosen you for reasons other than just business. I have watched you grow over the years, your talent and leadership reminding me of my own. I saw from a distance how you succeed somehow by being my opposite. While I am cold, you are supportive. When I yell insults, you reassure and inspire. These are qualities that I lack, making you a good partner. Seeing you as a Lieutenant demanding obedience and respect made me… feel things I have not felt before.”

She hardens her face as if trying to mask any sign of emotion. For a second, you become worried that she will change her mind and throw you out. But she lets her guard down again, her eyes once again gaining the concern that shone before. She continues,

“I pushed it down for this long, but I cannot deny it any longer. Y/N I am attracted to you. I believe you even caught me staring at your figure before we walked through the door. It is hard for me to show emotion, but I want to try now. It will take time, but I believe we could pursue at least some sort of friendship and more. I will do everything in my power to hide this from the Supreme Leader.”

You smile hard, not believing that the stone-cold soldier you see barking orders loudly and effortlessly bringing enemies to their knees is pouring her heart out. She wants you. Not only does she want you now, but she has wanted you for a long time.

Still in a state of undress and somewhat shy about being fully nude, you turn to her but keep your arms and legs covering the most intimate parts of yourself.

“Captain, I would love nothing more than to have a relationship with you. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way that I return your feelings.”

You lower your head in shame, but a cold finger lifts your chin.

“If anything, I am delighted that I found out this way.”

Her smirk causes you to laugh, and you see it for the first time.

The toothiest grin on her adorable face. Something so unimaginable for Captain Phasma. The headstrong and cruel captain smiles like a complete dork.

Suddenly, she surges forward as she leans over you, tossing her helmet and your blaster to the floor with a loud thump.

Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, your lips meeting with warmth and roughness. You both moan into each other’s mouths, her deep hum vibrates your chest as you let out a whimper. She pulls away and you chase her lips, not wanting the kiss to end.

“Hold on, how am I supposed to please you dressed in all this armor?”

She begins removing her armored plates, starting with her feet until she is standing in only a black bodysuit with bare armor attachments. She neatly piles them on the floor and starts unzipping her suit. It gently falls down her body, revealing her broad, full shoulders and her breasts contained in a black sports bra. Phasma’s arms are muscular and faint scars paint her forearms. Her abdomen is toned but not completely chiseled like you imagined, leaving you swooning that her softness is not only hidden in her emotions. Her square hips support the waistband of black boxers, her insanely built thighs looking stronger than any you’ve seen before. Although they are still slim, her legs hold power and are deliciously pale and smooth.

She returns to the side of the bed, drinking in your body while you do the same to her.

“You will address me as either Captain or Mistress, whichever you prefer at the moment. Understood?”

Your thighs clench together hearing her demand, urgently responding with a quick,

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl, now let’s help you finish what I gladly interrupted.”

She hovers over you while still standing, leaning down to hungrily take your lips against her own. You groan at how soft her lips feel and how skilled she kisses you, taking your bottom lip between her teeth and tugging to elicit a groan. The bed sinks slightly as she now kneels above you while pushing you to lie down against the pillows.

The kiss is paused as she leans back and just admires your body, the way your breasts are rested, each one slightly fallen to the side from how your back is almost parallel to the bed. Your stomach with a soft appearance in contrast to her own. The way your hips curve and complement your thick thighs, while her toned muscles flex and push against her skin. She can’t help but glimpse at the patch of hair between your legs and just below it, where she sees the wetness still messily covering your lips and inner thighs.

She brings her eyes back up to you, seeing the desperation and want in your own. Strands of your hair have been wisped away in multiple directions from your earlier pleasure-chasing and the hint of blush hasn’t left your cheeks. Your lips are parted as small pants exhale between them, your arousal apparent in the way your breathing is stuttered.

Your Captain practically drools, wanting so badly to take you. Her heart yearns to watch you come undone, but her mind wants to destroy the absolute goddess below. She settles for a compromise, remaining harsh in demeanor but using soft touches and words to capture your heart.

“So beautiful Y/N, you look so fucking delicious.”

Your heart hammers at her praise, your breathing quickening even more.

“Thank you, Mistress, you look gorgeous yourself. I need you, please I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Not wasting any time, Phasma places her hands on either side of your head, holding herself up while she again cuts your breaths off with her mouth. Your hands wander to her strong shoulders, down the curve of her spine, and then back up again. She pulls away suddenly, standing up and pulling her boxers down her long legs, revealing a sight that has you utterly ravenous. Her trimmed blonde hair leads down to a clearly wet set of lips, the details of her folds hidden between them. Once finished stepping out of her boxers, she brings her fingers under the band of her sports bra, lifting and releasing a perky set of slightly smaller breasts. They look picture-perfect in your eyes and the way her nipples stand hard against the cold air heats your core.

She tosses her bra to the ground and in seconds, is on top of you again. This time, biting and sucking at your neck to leave marks. You feel her nipples pressed against your chest and arch your back into her, needing more. Her teeth and lips create angry marks along the expanse of your neck, red and stinging soothed by her tongue that licks stripes and sends shivers down your spine. Wandering lips travel to your earlobe, and her teeth tug gently as she whispers in your ear.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. How badly I wanted to take you back to my room and absolutely fuck you speechless.”

An obscene noise leaves your mouth, somewhere between a moan and a cry. All she does is laugh and sit up, staring down at you so predatory that you feel instant submission to your Mistress.

“I know you are far from innocent, with how well you touch yourself there have to be some fun toys to help every once in a while, aren’t there? I wonder if you even have a harness and dildo for me to use…”

Your eyes widen at how accurate her guess is, and you see her knowing smirk grow larger at your reaction. You nod quickly, confirming her words.

Suddenly, a hand shoots down, and strong fingers wrap around your throat. Nothing too tight, but a sign of power and control that makes your thighs clench and your breath halt.

“Now y/n, you have some learning to do, don’t you? Funny thing is, you’re supposed to be a decorated soldier, but I have you reduced to a pathetic mess. You will always respond to my questions with a verbal answer. Do you understand?”

Her hand loosens, giving you an opportunity to speak without the pressure of her palm pressed against your vocal cords.

“Yes, Mistress. I have a box of toys in the bottom drawer of my dresser and inside there is a harness and dildos, and a few more things.”

A mischievous smile overtakes your Captain’s face, her hand pulls back, and she stands while she responds to your obedient confession.

“See what happens when you follow my orders? Now, I am going to look through your things and pick out a dildo that I believe a good girl like you deserves to be pounded with.”

You redden and avert your eyes, her nude body bending over and hesitating while searching for the perfect strap. Of course, your eyes drift back to her ass, strong and firm yet surprisingly round compared to her square frame.

Unbeknownst to you, your Mistress sees your largest dildo and immediately knows it’s the one she is going to use. Although this is her first time being intimate with you, the enticing opportunity to fuck you into a state of complete submission and exhaustion is too good to pass up. She grabs hold of a plain black harness, fitting the giant red dildo onto the front, and then turns to face you with her selection in clear view.

Your jaw drops in shock seeing the massive dildo your Captain chose. Although it was in your box of toys, that dildo is unused since you typically use one of your average size toys to fuck yourself with.

“I- Captain… I haven’t used that one before. I don’t even know if I can take that size-”

“Quiet.” She cuts you off with a sharp, dominating tone. “You can and will take it.”

You visibly gulp and pale, knowing that the girthy length will soon be sheathed inside of you.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s my good slut.”

She fastens the strap onto her waist and tightens it. The red dildo stands at attention, contrasting her creamy skin and piercing blue eyes. With a predatory glint, she stalks toward the bed and studies you.

Your chest heaves in fear and excitement, arousal and nervousness flowing through your veins. The woman towering above you is a sight you’ll never forget. Especially when she moves onto the bed, staring you down as if locked onto her next target. To be at the mercy of one of the most dangerous, powerful, and respected women in the galaxy is a feeling unlike any other. Pure lust and hunger on her face have you trembling, but you trust her with your body and heart. As if to prove that your worries are unnecessary, she speaks in a softer tone than her previous one.

“If for any reason at all you want me to stop, please use the word ‘Red’ and I will immediately pause whatever I am doing. I truly care about you Y/N, and I want to assure you that even when I am rough or demanding, it’s because I want to give you everything I have.”

Even with her stoic face and domineering position on her knees above you, the tenderness in her voice conveys what she feels inside. You understand now. The goddess of a woman who is about to fuck you senselessly is offering you her version of loving consideration. You never thought you’d see any insecurity within this ethereal being that you call your Mistress, but the intimacy and emotion at this moment reveal the truth. The mighty Captain Phasma has a hard time showing affection, so using only what she knows, strength and power, she shows you how much she adores you. It warms your heart, and you grin up at her.

“Thank you, Mistress, I care about you too. I know you aren’t expecting me to say something like this, but I adore you, and the fact that you want me to feel safe means everything to me.”

Your Captain is taken aback by your sweetness, faltering a bit and blinking away the emotions that rise to the surface.

“Of course Y/N, I don’t know what to say. It’s hard for me to show emotion often but you deserve to hear this. I… I want to make you feel good. I want to give you pleasure. Looking down at your phenomenal body, makes me want to fuck you over and over again until you can’t speak.”

Your chest tightens in a mix between love and lust. Rather than replying teasingly and risking your Captain’s trust, you soothingly speak.

“Mistress, I promise that even if you have a hard time showing emotions, I can feel them. Thank you so much.”

Back is the mischievous glint in your Captain’s eyes, her confidence now growing as her eagerness cannot be contained any longer.

‘Let’s get you ready to feel me then. Although, it seems you already did some warming up before I walked in here.”

She chuckles and sets her knees on either side of your hips, pushing your thighs up so that they are spread apart for her. The red dildo plops down onto your bare pussy, making a lewd slapping sound as it comes into contact with your dripping wetness. Your lips part and a whimper escapes, allowing your Mistress to surge forward and slot her tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss. Her mouth explores your own, moans escaping both of you in passionate desperation. The strap slides between your folds, causing a mewl to be captured by your Captain’s mouth. She pulls away while continuing to move the length up and down, teasing your slit with her silicone cock. Her breathlessness shows by the way her breasts rise and fall with each intake of air.

“Does my needy whore like her Mistress’s cock teasing her pretty cunt? It sounds so fucking dirty, let me see how wet you are for me.”

You redden at her shameless comments, looking down at the red girth between your lower lips. Your Captain sits up and leans back, head tilted down and focused on the dildo now covered in slick.

“Fuck- you have such a gorgeous pussy. I can’t wait to pound it until it’s swollen and leaking cum. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you, my sweet little slut.”

Her vulgar praise and promise of what’s to come have you squirming and slightly moving your hips.

“Are you trying to please yourself with my cock? And who gave you permission to do that? It sure wasn’t me, you greedy whore.”

She pins your hips down with a firm hand to your right hipbone. Her short nails dig into your skin and you feel marks form that will surely remain there for a few days. You hiss through your teeth at the rough grip she has, but the pain only heightens your pleasure.

“I’m sorry, please fuck me. Please- I need you. At least touch my clit, Mistress, I’m begging you.”

“Begging already? I’ve barely even touched you. You’re lucky I am feeling generous, I want to see how sensitive you are when I play with your clit.”

She angles her hips to thrust the strap directly against your swollen bud.

“Oh god, fuck- Yes yes just like that-“

Cut off by a loud groan, you throw your head back and shut your eyes tight, the pressure on your clit causing pangs of pleasure to overtake your senses.

Captain Phasma, the hardened soldier of fear, smiles at your reaction with adoration and pride. The rhythm of her hips and her skilled movements make you feel heavenly. Her happiness grows immediately and she feels something unknown within her heart. Brought back to the moment by another sexy whimper of yours, she decides to tease you.

“Yeah? Do you like how my cock feels rubbing on your clit? I bet you would love it even more with this big strap shoved deep inside that delicious cunt while I use my thumb to push you over the edge.”

Arching your back, you grip the sheets and cry out, her words making your walls contract around emptiness.

“Please please Mistress, I’ll do anything- just fuck me. God, you make me throb so hard, Mistress please- please pound me into this bed as hard as you want.”

“Such a good girl for asking so nicely, I think you deserve it. Eyes on me, that’s it.”

Eager eyes meet hers and she lifts your hips by scooting your butt up against her legs, creating an angle sure to bring you the most pleasure.

“Remember the safe word, I am not going easy on you. This greedy hole needs me to fill it and I wouldn’t dare deprive you. Eyes on me while I push it in, I want to see your face when I stretch you out.”

The red tip rests against your entrance and suddenly, her hips buck forward hard, sinking the strap inside of your aching pussy until she is as deep as possible. Your face scrunches but you obey her, keeping your gaze on her own. Your hands grip the sheets roughly and your breasts bounce with the harsh intrusion.

“Fuck! Oh god- wait- it’s huge- please let me adjust oh my god-”

Ignoring your pleading, she pulls out until only about an inch is still inside of you, then shoves the cock back in with an intense grunt. She fucks you without hesitation, causing slight pain that instantly turns into the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead while you gasp for breath and release obscene sounds. Even more obscene are the wet slapping noises of the strap fucking into you, your juices messily running down your inner thighs, and now covering your Mistress’s mound.

“Look how well you take this strap, such a good girl. You sound filthy, such a cockslut for me. I can feel how tight you clench around my cock, what a dirty girl. You fucking love this, don’t you? Being dominated by such a powerful woman. I can already see how your brain goes completely dumb for me, you’re just a fucktoy that I can do with what I please.”

The only response you can muster up is a low whine followed by a hitch of your breath. Your Captain looks at your body, the way your supple chest heaves and bounces, matching the pattern of her hips. Your soft belly wobbles slightly along with your hips. She can’t get over the way you look flawless in her eyes when she is destroying you, utterly ruining your gorgeous pussy. The strap hits the deepest parts of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that has you seeing stars. She can tell that you are getting closer to the edge by how the pitch of your moans rises and how her strap needs more force to bottom out.

“Do you want to cum for me? Does my perfect girl want to cum all over her Mistress’s cock? Go ahead and make a mess, I’m going to keep fucking you hard through it. Cum baby, be a good girl. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

Just as she described earlier, your Mistress takes her thumb and uses the pad of her finger to swiftly rub back and forth on your clit. Small circles quicken and push you over the edge, driving you to orgasm.

“Mmm- ah, gonna- I’m gonna- fuck!”

Waves of pleasure overtake your entire body. Your eyes shut hard, head thrown against the pillows, back rising off the bed, hands tightly gripping the sheets, and your hips grind to take the full length of the strapon. She pounds you into the bed will full force, fucking you with absolute vigor and making you scream out as tears run down your cheeks. You feel a gush of wetness that releases onto your Mistress’s lap as you continue to ride out your orgasm.

“Good girl, so beautiful, you’re doing so well.”

Too sensitive to continue comfortably, you remember the safe word and sputter it out.

“Red. Too much-”

Your lover stills inside of you, face laced with concern but also satisfaction at making you cum so hard.

“Okay pretty girl, I am so proud of you. I’m going to pull out slowly and I will take care of you.”

You nod, not having the energy left to respond verbally. She looks at you lovingly and carefully slides the massive dildo out, making you groan as your walls adjust to the lack of pressure. To your surprise, she coos quietly at you, making you blush. You never thought that Captain Phasma would be so sweet after rough sex and neither did the Captain herself. In other escapades, she ushers her partner out quickly, not giving even a second thought if she should offer any sort of comfort or care. But with you, it is completely different. She regards you with respect and love, wanting to be nurturing and supportive, the opposite of her usual demeanor. Instinctually, she feels the need to hold you, to make sure that you are comfortable, safe, and happy in her arms. She takes off the strap, tossing it on the floor to worry about later. Right now, her priority is you. You, sprawled out on the bed with cum slowly trickling out of your abused hole. Even in such an erotic position, she finds your spent body to be the most alluringly charming sight. You look absolutely adorable in her eyes, your exhausted face half-lidded and peering back at her own is irresistibly cute. She becomes shy looking at your nude appearance in all its glory, unfamiliar with the desire to be affectionate and soft. You pick up on her discomfort, deciding to take the situation into your own hands.

Before speaking, you take a few seconds to catch your breath, spent from the vigorous lovemaking. With your best effort, you force together some words and finally talk.

“Thank you- I don’t even know how to explain how good that felt.”

You pause, out of breath, but muster up the strength to continue.

“You are seriously a sex goddess or something… Have you ever gone through aftercare before? I know I was the one to get fucked insanely hard, but I can guide you through the basics if you’d like.”

Your voice is kind and non-judgemental, almost as if speaking to someone fragile and timid. Normally, Captain Phasma would be enraged if spoken to in such a manner, but the vulnerability she feels and the thought put into your words has her heart melting.

“I’ll be honest, I have never done aftercare before. I usually kick out any sexual partners right after we finish. I’d really like to tend to you right now, please help me do it Y/N, you deserve to be taken care of.”

Her confession is so heartfelt and open that you feel special seeing this side of her. You’ll cherish her sweetness for as long as you live, it being so rare and thoughtful.

“Of course, is it alright if I show you how to be soft? Aftercare usually involves intimacy and I think you might enjoy it.”

She hesitates, stuck in thought. Finally, she answers with certainty.

“Yes, please teach me. I want to learn how to take care of my partner. I want to learn it all for you.”

Your heart flutters at her admission and you brighten up with a large smile.

“You may not believe it, but you, Captain Phasma, the feared First Order leader, have a precious soul.”

She shakes her head in denial but also hides her pink cheeks and tiny smirk with the movement of her head. Deciding to ignore her denial rather than continue making her feel vulnerable, you go ahead and begin winding down.

“For aftercare, I typically get a washcloth with warm water and clean up both my partner and me. Would you like to try cleaning us up?”

“Yes, let me get a washcloth from your bathroom and soak it.”

Your Captain disappears into the restroom. You hear the sink turn on and run for a few moments. Looking down at your own body, you see the effects of the rough sex. Your body shines with sweat, breathing heavily to catch your breath. The warmth at your center is comforting, but the cum messily coating your thighs and slit starts to feel uncomfortable as it leaks down on your backside. If you weren’t so attentive, you might have missed the way your legs quiver and how the marks on your right hip sting. Growing needy for your lover’s attention, soft whines leave your mouth.

Hearing the cries of her lover from the bedroom, Captain Phasma turns the water off and rushes to the bed.

“Hey, I’m right here, I’ve got you. I’m going to clean you up now, okay? Tell me if I am being too rough or if anything hurts. This is my first time doing this so I would love guidance.”

Calmed by her presence and voice, you relax and quiet down. You watch the beautiful soldier rub the cloth across your inner thighs, putting light pressure to clean up any wetness left over. Her hand moves the small towel between your legs, and you jolt at the feeling. She pauses, looking at you and waiting for your permission to continue.

“Just, be very light when you clean near my clit. I’m very sensitive right now but you are doing amazing, thank you.”

Captain Phasma sees the adoring smile you give her and she beams back. Proceeding with cleaning your center, she listens to your instructions and barely touches your clit, only wiping the juices away with concentration. After she cleans the rest of you, including your sore hole and ass, she uses the unused portion of the fabric to swipe between her own thighs, cleaning the arousal away. Although she didn’t get to orgasm, making you cum was more than enough to satisfy her. Noticing the marks on your hip, she places a kiss on each one, hoping that they won’t be sore for long, but secretly loving how they look. She discards the cloth next to the strap on the floor and stands next to the bed, waiting for your next orders like the trained soldier she is.

“Thank you so much, beautiful. I hope using terms of endearment is alright. You can practice with me, I’ll let you know which ones I like. Come here, let me show you what I do next.”

“Okay… pretty girl. Was that alright? I quite like that, actually. I will definitely be calling you names like that more often.”

Giggles startle her into moving towards the bed, your amusement making her joyous. Your positive reaction to her sentiment spurs her confidence and she vows to continue pushing herself to be more loving with you. She climbs onto the bed and you pull her down beside you. Awkwardly laying there, you laugh and tease her in a kindhearted way.

“No need to be so stiff, silly. After all, you did just fuck me like nobody ever has before. It’s time for my favorite part, cuddles!”

You roll to face her, your breasts sagging to the side and her eyes are glued to them. She shakes her head to bring her attention back to your face, and she copies your movements. Now face to face, you both smile and observe your bodies. Locking eyes after getting to explore each other, you bring your hand to her cheek and lean in, kissing her with nothing but fondness and love. She mirrors your kiss, feeling protective and delighted that you are giving her a chance. Deep down, she is scared. Few times in her life has she ever been scared, and the thought of pursuing a relationship with you terrifies her. But at this moment, with your pillowy lips against her own, she feels complete and willing to do anything to have you as hers. You pull away at the same time, and you ask her an important question.

“Have you ever cuddled with someone before?”

She nods from side to side, signifying how inexperienced she is in physical affection.

“That’s okay! There are many positions. I will explain them quickly and you can choose whichever you feel will be most comfortable. One position is spooning. That is where one person lies on their side and the other person lies facing the same way, pressing their front against the other’s back. Another is face-to-face like how we are now. We can either have one of us positioned higher so that the other rest their face against the other’s chest, or you can rest in the crook of the other person’s neck, or whatever else works. There is also cuddling where someone lays on top of their partner, resting their head on top of the bottom person’s chest. Do any of those sound appealing to you? My favorite is probably either spooning or face-to-face.”

Your lover is a bit overwhelmed with the options, but sharing which ones you enjoy helps narrow down her choices. She feels possessive in a tender way, and spooning allows her to hold you protectively, so she decides on that position.

“May I spoon you… my beloved? I want to hold you badly, to wrap my arms around you.”

“Yes please, let me roll over. Thank you again for the sweet names.”

You flush slightly and roll over to face away from the beautiful woman now behind you. You feel her weight shift on the mattress and you grow flustered when you feel stiff nipples press into your back, eventually followed by the squish of her full breasts. Her abdomen is warm against you, and her crotch radiates heat against your ass, bringing a steady, comforting throb back to your clit. Her legs slot between your own and one of her sturdy arms reaches under the pillow to support your head on her bicep. The other wraps around your torso, and her calloused hand lays on your smooth belly. She loves that your body is different than hers, she treasures the feminine curves that contrast her own brawny, masculine build.

“Is this alright? I love this, you’re so warm and your skin is so soft. You’re extremely beautiful, I hope you know that. I promise to you, as your partner now, that I will remind you each and every day how stunning you are. Your personality, charm, generosity, and beauty are unmatched. Thank you for teaching me how to be intimate and romantic physically as well as emotionally. It will take me some time, but I will do my best for you. Thank you for letting me fuck you, my pretty girl. I can’t wait to explore your body even more and watch you come undone endlessly.”

You tear up and turn your head back to look at her over your shoulder. She holds the most endearing look on her face and you kiss her. She tightens her hold on you and a hand sneaks its way up to grope at your breasts. A loud chuckle breaks the kiss as you laugh at her antics, swatting her hand away playfully and snuggling back into her.

“Y/N?” She whispers so quietly that you barely hear.

“Yes, my angel?”

“I think… I don’t know what I feel. All I know is that I don’t want to let you go. Can you promise that you’ll stick with me? Even when I may be difficult and stubborn, I want this to work.”

Taking her hand in your own, you give it a comforting squeeze and hold it against the swell of your chest.

“I promise you, my beautiful fighter, that I will never let you go. I am right here and I want a relationship with you, no matter how complicated things get. I do think we should keep this a secret to maintain our images and professionalism in the First Order, but when it is just you and me, we will be happy as can be.”

“Thank you Y/N, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I am terrifying and cold to everyone else, but you get to see me at my best. I can’t wait to conquer the world with you, my incredible little soldier.”

“You have a pure heart at your core, my dear Phas. I see you for who you are and I want to give you the intimacy that you deserve. We are gonna be an unstoppable duo, aren’t we?”

The nickname you gave her, “Phas,” has her heart beating rapidly and her face becoming warm. She feels at peace and becomes drowsy with sleepiness.

“Yes, we are the fearless First Order duo that secretly fucks each other and cuddles at night.”

“You’re silly, yes that’s true but it is so much more than that. It is devotion, admiration, and love-”

A long yawn cuts you off as your eyes grow heavy, sleep now evident in your voice.

“Let’s get some sleep now my love, I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”

Your blonde protector speaks aloud the override command for the lights, the entire apartment controlled by her voice if needed. The perks of being a Captain come in handy, especially when she is holding onto the woman of her dreams.

“Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.”

“Sleep well Phas, goodnight.”

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Captain Phasma struts across the cold, grey floors. Her presence demands respect and attention, the Stormtroopers stand in perfect rows awaiting her orders. Across the room, you stare at her in awe, not daring to take your eyes away from her shiny form. That right there is your woman. The woman you hold at night and make smile like a total dork with your pet names and stupid jokes. Her helmet turns, directly facing you. Your breath hitches and you nod at her, a sign of courtesy and acknowledgment. You both know that under the chrome dome that covers her head, her lips are pulled into a smirk. Returning her attention to the troops, she barks instructions in a harsh tone.

“I want any rebel scum captured and brought back to me. I will be overseeing this battalion and I want absolutely no mistakes or I will send you to reconditioning. You will answer any and all orders from me and Assistant Captain L/N. Prepare your weapons and we will board the transport ship shortly.”

You beam with pride, following her clanking steps toward the ship. She enters the cockpit and you find your place in the seat next to hers. She turns to you, nodding in confirmation to begin flight prep.

“Alright Assistant Captain L/N, be a good girl and ensure the hyperdrive is intact, will you?”

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