#Or I DON‘T HAVE A WALL TO LEAN AGAINST

[filynxs]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Feel You from the Inside.

⚝ Sukuna is your ex. But he is still obsessed with you. Thus, he pays you a visit at your apartment. He knows exactly how much you still like him. After all, the only reason you left him was because you didn‘t like his dark side. While you are an ordinary woman who knows what’s wrong and what‘s right, he is someone who doesn’t seem to have any morals. But when you see him again, you can‘t help but give in to him and his seducing actions.

⚝ Sukuna x fem!reader

⚝ 18+; sexual content; dubcon; rough s*x; swearing; manipulation

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"Sukuna, I already told you, it’s over." you repeat your words with an insisting tone in your voice. Words which are not the ones he wants to hear.

Standing across from you, he slightly clenches his hands into fists in reaction. You can see how tense his jaw is as he moves even closer to you, causing you to step back until your back touches the wall.

Your heart is racing inside your chest, as if asking to jump out and run away from this man. But there’s something else deep inside you that causes the fear to fade away, turning it into excitement.

"Come on, baby—" he replies with his raspy voice, raising his arms as if showing how defeated he is by your attitude towards him. However, you cut him off.

"Don‘t call me that, Sukuna." your voice is shaky as you speak, merely above a tiny whisper, a silly little breath in the air that doesn‘t show how you actually feel. "We separated for a reason."

Sighing deeply, he massages his temple. His breath even brushes your cheeks, indicating just how close he is to you. But you don‘t care anymore. The way how his alluring, red eyes look down at you makes you freeze in your position, asking yourself what creature he actually is. You have never seen so mesmerizing eyes like his. Especially in that color.

While you are distracted by his eyes, his impatience grows as you don‘t say anything anymore. You just stand there, your words from earlier still lying in the thick air between you two.

"Y/N," he pauses, and his masculine hand finds its way to your soft cheek. His caress is not tender nor gentle, but rather a mixture of softness and roughness, "I still want you. You can‘t just give up on us." He takes a deep breath.

You gulp, and your eyes dart over his face. It was always you and him together, for years now. Until his morally dark attitude and perspectives became too much for you to handle. He did things to people you never imagined one could do…

Leaning closer to your ear, he breathes against it while he lets his hand wander down to your neck.

"Why don‘t we just," he pauses, his hand wrapping around your neck like a tight collar, "enjoy ourselves a bit so I can show you that you still need me?"

Your chest rises with the heavy breath you take, running your tongue over your lower lip. His pink hair tickles the skin of your cheek, sending a pleasant feeling through your heated face. It seems like he still knows what to do to make you fall for him. Or is it just that you never moved on from him at all?

"Your scent," he inhales deeply, moving his free hand up below your shirt, "it‘s still so intoxicating."

Dryness forms inside your mouth, being caused by the feeling that is coursing through your veins. You‘re not sure if it‘s just excitement or fear, but one thing is clear: His presence and his mere touches arouse you.

You feel his cold hand on your skin as he moves it upwards your torso, reaching your bra that is separating his fingers from your soft breasts. His lips touch your earlobe before he moves them over your cheek to your pair of lips. With hunger he kisses you, diving his tongue deep inside your mouth.

It almost feels like he is trying to taste you so desperately because he had been separated from you for so long. He needs you on his tongue. Every tiny inch of your entire being.

A soft moan escapes you as you kiss, mixing with the loud bumping noise in your ears that‘s being caused by your racing heart.

As your kiss intensifies, his grip around your neck becomes firmer. You can feel how your body becomes weaker by each passing second in which not enough air fills your lungs.

However, right before you are about to pass out, he pulls back, letting a spit string follow his lips, that’s connecting you. You catch your breath in unison while your gazes lock with an utter intensity. An intensity that resembles the fire between the two of you.

Without saying anything, he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to your bed. You gasp as he does so, being too speechless to let a word escape your soft lips.

"There’s a lot we need to catch up on." he chuckles darkly, throwing you onto your bed so that your body is trapped below his large one. You can‘t do anything against his actions, being in a vulnerable state.

His hands grab your clothes, ripping them apart with no hesitation or mercy. Your breasts jump into his sight as he does so, catching his full attention. The red irises of his focus on your hard nipples, as if devouring you with just his gaze.

Leaning down, he opens his mouth wide to take as much of your tit between his lips as possible. The smooth and sensitive flesh fills his mouth, and his tongue begins to slide over your nipple.

Moans come out of your throat as you squirm, and he grins only in reaction. His smirk touches your breast, his voice vibrating against your hard nipple as he begins to chuckle. His chuckle is so deep and raspy that it sends a shiver down your spine.

With his free hand he grabs both of your wrists, keeping you below his dominance as he sucks on your delicate tit. His skilled tongue plays with you, knowing very well what to do to drive you crazy.

"Your skin tastes so sweet." he purrs between his greedy sucks on your breast. It‘s almost like he can‘t stop caressing it, wanting to eat you up like a delicious dessert.

While his hand keeps your arms up, his other one roams your body, his palm stroking your soft skin until reaching your hot core. The searing heat that forms between your legs is almost unbearable for you. Now that he is playing with you like this, he has to finish what he started. Whether you like it or not, your body craves it.

He gives your nipple a gentle bite with his sharp teeth before leaning back to look at your lust filled face. His fingers move over your slick folds, feeling your damp pussy below his palm.

A dark snicker escapes him. "You still get wet so easily." To taste you, he sticks his wet fingers into his mouth, sensually sucking on them while gazing right into your eye. He licks your wetness off his fingers, making sure not to let a drop go to waste. His eyes roll back even, as if he‘s savoring your delicious taste.

He is… entirely obsessed with you.

Without a warning, he pulls his fingers out of his mouth and pushes them inside yours. A string of his spit follows his finger tips in the process. You moan as his long, thick fingers penetrate you, reaching so deep that it almost hits your throat, causing you to gag ever so slightly.

Your body‘s reactions cause him to chuckle, and he doesn‘t stop. His hand that has been holding your wrists against the mattress now reach down to your pounding clit. However, you keep your hands on the place he pushed them up earlier, showing just how much control he has over you. But you like it.

His fingers move on your clit in circular movements before he grows bolder and harsher with his actions. He rubs your clit with a fast pace, pulling on it and squeezing it between his thumb and index finger. Your moans fill the steamy silence, sounding like music to his ears. The flesh he is playing with throbs between his fingers, swelling more and more as he proceeds to play with your sweet spot.

The hard bulge in his pants grows harder by each passing second, rubbing against his clothes. Thus, he slowly grinds his hips against the mattress, and a deep groan escapes him.

You feel your climax approaching, causing you to squirm below him. Continuously caressing your clit, he grins as he notices your lustful expression. The way how you gaze at him while his touch pleases you turns him on even more, giving him the urge to just rip his clothes off and fuck you senseless.

As you reach your peak of pleasure, your teeth gently bite his fingers that are still inside your mouth. A needy groan comes out of you, vibrating in your throat. Your hips buck against his fingers that are still playing with you, and a hot, sweet nectar shoots out of you. The entire body of yours shudders in pleasure, savoring the orgasm and the tiniest seconds of it.

After your intense orgasm, he leans back, pulling his hands off you. Your sweet liquid is on his fingers, dripping down onto your crotch. He licks them clean, softly humming in satisfaction as your taste fills his mouth.

You turn him on, and this makes you aroused, causing your swollen clit to throb even faster. Just the thought of him getting off on you drives you insane. The fact that his cock is getting rock hard just because of you makes you wet. And it has always been like this since you two were in a relationship.

"Sukuna—" you pant, sweat rolling down your temple. But he cuts you off by pressing his index finger against your lips, silencing you.

"Quiet." he murmurs, "It‘s going to be amazing."

His hands wander down your waist until reaching your hips, giving them a rough squeeze. He then proceeds to rip his shirt off before making his trousers vanish from his body. You look down and see his hard cock coming into your sight, being adorned with black tattoos that also cover his entire body.

He‘s attractive. No, not just that. He‘s fucking sexy. And he knows it.

Letting himself down on your lower abdomen, he makes his cock find its way between your soft breasts. You two have never done this, but he wanted to fuck your tits for a long time now. And he uses this opportunity to do so.

He takes your breasts and squeezes them together so that they hug his shaft ever so tightly. His length pulsates against your tender skin, showing just how badly he needs you. With slow movements he proceeds to thrust his hips forwards, causing his tip to touch your chin as he fucks your breasts.

A shallow groan escapes his throat as he uses your breasts to pleasure himself. Just the sight of how your soft tits embrace his shaft makes him horny.

You bite your lip, panting for air as he continues to pleasure himself using you. The feeling of his actions, however, don’t make you feel negatively used. It‘s rather like being useful for his satisfaction is not a degradation to you. It‘s a push into further pleasure from which you get off. For you, it feels good to be his toy.

"Fuck, that‘s not enough." he groans, tightly wrapping his fingers around your neck, "I wanna feel you from the inside."

He pulls back, his tip leaking his sticky pre cum already. It drops onto your stomach as he moves, aiming for your slick pussy.

"Y/N, turn around." he orders firmly, so you move. But he is so impatient that he grabs your hips and turns you around, causing your ass to be stretched out to him. His hard length touches you between your ass cheeks, eagerly poking you with its wet tip. "I‘m going to fuck you like an animal, hun."

Wrapping your hair around his hand, he harshly pulls on it, causing you to arch your back. His other hand holds you by your hip while he aligns his cock with your throbbing entrance. He can tell that your body is just as ready as his. And this alone gives him the permission to roughly thrust into you.

His cock easily penetrates you, sliding into your wetness. Your walls embrace his flesh with arousal, wrapping around it like a warm blanket. You let out a loud moan in ecstasy as he fucks you, thus his thrusts become faster and rougher. A slight pain comes along with his harsh penetrations, but this pain you feel instantly turns into satisfaction.

The wet sound of flesh slapping together fills the walls of your bedroom, being the beat to the melody that is being created by your moans. You are not only love making, no. You are making a song that demonstrates the bond between you two. A lovingly sexual bond.

With harshness his hips smash against your ass with every thrust he makes, and he buries himself deep inside your womb. His cock fills every single inch of you up, making sure not to miss a spot out. He picks up his pace, and he hits your sensitive g spot every time. That big, hard shaft of his makes you crazy, even though you thought you got over him. But no, and just as he said earlier, he is making sure to show you just how much you still need him.

"You are tightening around me." he exclaims with a heavy pants, leaning close to your ear from behind. His hot breath brushes your skin as he laughs. "Are you going to come?"

You whimper in pleasure, biting your lip to hold your needy noises back. Gripping into your bedsheets, you shift your eyes to the side to look into his red ones. He fucks you from behind while his body is lying on top of yours almost, and his face is right next to yours. Your hair brushes his face as well as his neck, slightly tickling him.

An invading gaze is apparent in his red irises, penetrating yours as if hypnotizing you.

"Yes." you groan in reply as you come all over his length, and your wet walls tighten around him. He feels your liquid on his cock, and he picks up his pace as you continue to tighten around him. This only pleases him even more, causing him to reach his satisfying climax a few more thrusts after yours. His warm seed fills you up, mixing with your nectar.

Both hands of his wander to your chest, giving your tits a squeeze as he rides out his orgasm. His loud groans fill your ears. He‘s not holding himself back at all. He actually wants you to hear how you give him the pleasure he needs. The pleasure he craves.

He pulls on your sensitive nipples, causing them to become even redder and harder than ever. You moan softly, cursing below your breath. "Fuck."

Keeping his pulsating length deep inside you, he snickers into your ear. His voice is so fruity and husky, its raspy growl sending a pleasant wave of electricity down your spine.

Your breasts are still being held by his hands, and he tightly squeezes them as he rolls your nipples. He knows very well how crazy it makes you when he does that. You love it when he plays with your tits. Thus, he does so.

Still catching your breath, you begin to relax your muscles. But he is not letting you rest.

"You‘re such a good girl. My girl." his hips rock against your ass again, and you can feel that his cock is still hard, pulsating inside you. "I‘m not letting you rest. So you better stay awake the whole night."

[skipper1331]

Spider // Alexia Putellas

a/n: inspired by a tik tok I saw, but sadly can’t find anymore!

Early on in your relationship, you learned that Alexia wasn‘t afraid of anything - the complete opposite of you.

It was you who hid in the crook of her neck when you watched horror movies,

it was you who sent her downstairs when you heard some weird noises,

and it was you who had a night light on when she was away.

Seeing Alexia scared or frightened had never been on your agenda as you had tried to scare her multiple times already, her reaction always the same, "I know you‘re there" or "don‘t even try it, mi amor, I heard you"

But the one time you did see her scared was in a way you never expected it to be.

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You stood in the kitchen as you debated on what to cook tonight.

You weren't the biggest fan of cooking nor the best at it, but since it was an unspoken rule that one night you would cook and the following day Alexia, you naturally stuck to it, especially when you knew that she had training until the evening.

So, as you leaf through the cooking book, you stopped at every recipe you knew Alexia enjoyed, checking if you had the ingredients.

With the music playing softly in the background and your daydreaming, you didn‘t realize that your girlfriend had entered the room. Silently, she walked up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder while her arms looped around your midsection as she pulled you against her front, "what got you so distracted, mi amor?"

Your body tensed and froze - being frightened before you quickly melted into her embrace.

"I don‘t know what to cook" closing your eyes, you rested your hands over hers.

"What about some simple pasta?" she proposed as she started to press featherlight kisses along your neck, making you melt even further in her touch. In responds you nodded, turning in her grasp, "how was training?" you asked, putting your arms around her neck, the two of you swaying to the music.

Tiredly, she smiled "good but exhausting. I scored some goals"

"Something new" you teased, pinching her cheeks, grinning widely at her expression.

"Stop"

Biting your lip, "Hm? I‘m not doing anything. All I was saying was-"

Leaning in, the Catalonian locked your lips, preventing you from finishing your sentence. Immediately, butterflies erupted in your stomaches while your minds went blank, only focusing on each other.

"If it was always that easy to shut you up, hm?" the girl grumbled jokingly, pulling you back in. Kissing you would always be her favourite activity.

That girl was obsessed with and addicted to you - she could never get enough of you.

She loved kissing you,

she loved hugging and holding you,

she loved talking and listening to you,

she loved protecting and claiming you as hers,

she simply loved you.

After a few kisses, the midfielder excused herself to change into more comfortable clothes when all of sudden a hair-raising, terrifying and horrific scream came from upstairs - Alexia.

"Ale?!" you shouted, grabbing the nearest weapon - a fork.

Running to your bedroom with adrenaline pumping through your body, you prayed that she was alright.

Please let her be okay.

As you threw the door open - ready to fight whatever was behind it - your girlfriend stood on your shared bed, gripping the sleep shirt in her hand and screaming.

"Are you okay?! What‘s wrong?! Are you hurt?! Why are you screaming?!"

Alexia had a look of disgust and fear displayed in her features, "araña!"

At this point, you really should have continued your duolingo strike because you didn‘t understand what she was talking about at all.

"Spider"

She pointed to the wall, her body tense and slightly shaking.

Sighing in relief that it was nothing dramatic, you walked to the wall where she was pointing at, the spider not visible until you were one step in front of it.

"la araña is huge!"

"It‘s tiny" you laughed, shaking your head, putting down your 'weapon' "baby, I thought someone was in here"

"She is!"

"yes but she probably lives here" walking towards the bed, you held out one hand for her to take, leaving your guest alone "she does not pay any bills! She‘s not allowed to live here! Kill it" your girlfriend demanded, crossing her arms yet her eyes not leaving the gigantic monster, "I will not leave this bed until it‘s out of my house"

"Okay" you stated, walking towards the door, intending to get an item that would help you remove the spider.

"Where are you going?!" Alexia‘s voice shrilled, more fear appearing in her eyes.

"Getting a glass" your voice was calm and gentle, not wanting to stress out the footballer even more.

Which didn‘t seem to help.

"Why do you need to drink something now?! Kill the monster!" she panicked, "don‘t leave me alone in here"

"I want to-" you cut yourself off, there was no point in explaining what your plan was as everything seemed to freak out the Barcelona player. So instead of walking out of the bedroom, you walked towards her, offering your hand once again.

She clinged onto you, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, arms holding you around your neck as she hid in the crook of your neck - something that had never happened before.

Roles were reserved - you were the protector and she was the one to be protected because the 'I’m never scared'- girl was in fact scared and very so.

Gently, you sat her down on the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you got a glass and a piece of paper, heading back to your bedroom. You felt Alexia‘s eyes burning holes into back of your head until you were out of sight.

The tough girl was seriously afraid of a tiny tiny spider, somehow ironic.

When you arrived in the room, you walked towards the spot were the spider was - it wasn‘t there anymore.

Slightly in panic, (not afraid of the missing spider but your girlfriends reaction) you thought about what to do. Telling Alexia was definitely not an option and neither was searching for it. The spider was tiny and compared to your bedroom, it would take hours to find it, so there was only one option left: leaving the spider wherever it was and acting like you removed it.

And even though, you were the worst liar and you hated lying, was this an acceptable lie - after all, it was about her safety and peace of mind.

With a plan in mind, you headed to the bathroom. You knew Alexia would hear the flushing toilet and assume you killed the spider, exactly what you needed - for her to think the spider was gone forever.

All you could do now was to hope and pray that you would eventually find it and not her.

Making your way downstairs, Alexia waited patiently at the edge of the couch, "is it gone?" she asked.

"Yes, baby"

"Gracias amor" she got up, keeping her distance as the items the spider had touched were still in your hands.

She followed you in the kitchen where you threw away the paper, about to put the glass in the dishwasher, "what are you doing?!" the midfielder‘s eyes wide, voice high-pitched, "put the glass in the trash!"

"What? Baby, it’s perfectly fine"

"No no no, this will not stay in my house!"

You admitted defeat as you also threw away the glass. The lady needed her inner peace back.

"Maybe we should get some takeout tonight?" you proposed, taking her hand and walking in the living room.

"Sí, that‘s good"

The midfielder collapsed on top of you, hugging your figure as she pressed soft kisses along your jaw, "my hero" she smiled, finally interlocking your lips, showing her appreciation of protecting her. She purred every inch of love and affection into that kiss, thanking you yet also shutting you up as she knew you had a teasing comment resting on the tip of your tongue.

After puling away to catch some air, it left your mouth anyways, "never scared, hm?" you giggled, her cheeks turning red.

In responds, she just kissed you once again, the spider long forgotten as the touch of your lips made her forget everything in the world.

If the spider had still been there, you would have gotten rid of it to protect your girl and though, the plan had changed, the intention stayed the same, so you happily accepted the thank you and love you were getting at the moment.

next day

"AMOR!"

[nieamo]

Lipstick

Summary: You're backstage with your girlfriend Rhea getting ready for her comeback

"10 more minutes Rhea, then we need you on stage" a member of the RAW production staff tells her before walking away. You're leaning over her while she's sitting more or less patiently on her chair, waiting for you to be done with your final touches on her make-up. "Stop fidgeting, I‘m almost done" you say with a warning tone. "Sorry, I guess I‘m just pretty nervous about coming back and all. Kind of feels like I‘ve been away for years and I'm really excited to be back even if I don't fight today but I still worry tha-" you stop her rambling by laying a finger on her lips and then tilt her chin up to look into her eyes "Hey, stop worrying for a second and listen to me. You have absolutely no reason to be worried. You are Rhea fucking Ripley! No one can live up to you and everyone out there knows it. So wipe that worried frown of your face, get up and get ready to kick some ass! Well maybe do the ass-kicking part figuratively, today's supposed to be just about showing your face again."

Rhea smiles and looks up at you lovingly. "What would I do without you?" "Crash and die" you respond smirking down at her. "Oho someone's feeling confident today." she says and cocks an eyebrow in a challenging way. "Well someone's gotta get you all riled up for the show" you respond. "Then you better be sure you can handle the consequences. Because trust me, if I don‘t get to fight today, I‘m sure as hell not going to go easy on a brat like you." she threatens. You grin slightly before leaning down and whispering into her ear: "You think that's going to scare me off? Try me, Mami." As soon as those last words left your mouth Rhea jumps to her feet and steps impossibly closer, slightly towering over you. "Ah ah ah not yet though, I‘m still not done with your makeup. Your lipstick is still missing." She sighs and lets you finish your work although this time she keeps standing right there, only millimeters in front of you, seemingly counting the seconds until you're done. "Alright I‘m d-" but you can‘t even finish that sentence before she picks you up, presses you against the wall and starts kissing you. You immediately start kissing her back and tightly grip onto her neck and shoulders. But before things could go any further there's a knock on the door and the same assistant as before says "3 minutes. We really need you in position now Rhea!" before hurrying away again. You reluctantly pull back from her lips and she grins saying: "Don't think we're done here. I want you packed up and ready to go as soon as I get off that stage understood?" "Yes" you reply and quickly add ", Mami" when she gives you a warning glare. Satisfied with that response she lets you down and turns to leave after giving you a quick slap on the ass. But you stop her and turn her around again saying "Wait! I have to redo your lipstick."

hellooo this was my first short little imagine. i‘ve been desperately craving some rhea fics so i thought i'd just start writing some myself. feel free to let me know what you think and thanks for reading :)

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 9<-

Part 10

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), overstimulation

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: Changbin at the gym? A classic. Yea maybe I discovered a new kink since that Talker episode. I hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are as always a blessing.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

He had really tried. With all his self-control. He might have figured he wasn't as strong as he thought after all, but it was too late now anyway.

"Bin? What...?"

Your soft voice broke off as he finally pulled those damn leggings down and pressed you against the locker, making your hands slam hard against it.

—

When Changbin had offered to go to the gym together so he could help you with your workout plan, you were already nervous, however you had also been looking forward to it.

Normally you hated going to the gym. As soon as you walked in and got a glimpse of all the fit bodies glistening with sweat and hard-earned muscles flexing, based of their efforts, you wanted to flee and never look back.

However, Changbin kept talking about his training and now that the gym in the JYP building had been renovated, you wanted to give it a chance.

Since he was also kind of the personal trainer of the other boys and definitely knew a lot about fitness, you felt much more confident.

He had assured you that you would be alone, without prying eyes from others, and that was reassuring on one hand, but so much worse on the other.

Alone with Changbin as your personal trainer?

That sounded like the beginning of a porn movie you'd secretly love to see.

Changbin was already standing outside your office, leaning against the wall. His hair was a mess from the stressful day, and fluffy strands fell into his forehead. He carried a bag over his shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey Bin", you smiled at him.

"Hey, Y/N. You ready?"

"Sure. I'm a little scared. Don't push me too hard, okay?", you laughed, swinging your backpack onto your back. You only had gym clothes and two bottles of water with you. Changbin said you didn't need more.

You were about to walk down the long hallway together when the door to Chan's studio opened and Han stuck his head out.

"Oh Y/N, going to the gym with Changbin? Good luck!"

"Thanks...", you mumbled a little unsettled and Han grinned even more before disappearing back into the room. They clearly had a conversation about it beforehand.

Changbin just laughed darkly beside you, which didn't help.

"Don't worry. We'll take it slow."

Once inside the gym, you were amazed. It was very modern and no one else was here. After all, it was the middle of the night and usually there were only 3Racha left in the building.

"Wow. This turned out really well."

Changbin nodded:

"Yes. The renovations were badly needed. Now there's everything you could wish for."

He led you into the locker room so you could change and placed his bag on the bench in the middle of the room. There were wooden lockers on the walls all around and even a fancy shower right next to them. You set your backpack down as well and sighed softly.

"Do you want me to go outside?", he asked uncertainly. He didn't want to disturb your privacy while you were changing. You shook your head while getting your black leggings and black sports bra out of your bag.

"No, it’s alright. You can change here too."

Changbin hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and began to take out his clothes as well. While you were slipping out of your jeans, he turned his back to you, took off his hoddie, and put it on the bench.

He really didn't want to look, but he risked a quick glance anyway. He almost turned into a drooling mess when he saw your round ass and had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from staring at your light blue lace underwear like a pervert.

Han even bet that he wouldn't last 5 minutes before he wanted to fuck you and although Changbin would deny it, Han was right.

You had taken everything off by now and were standing with your back to him in just your underwear.

He knew it was wrong, that he should just turn around instead of staring. But when your hand moved to the clasp of your bra, he still looked a few seconds longer.

When you were standing in front of him in just your panties, he had to put a hand between his legs. He really really shouldn't have looked. Your tempting back was enough to shoot the heat between his legs.

Before turning around to put on your sports bra, he quickly turned away and continued to change. As he did so, he couldn't stop thinking about your bare skin and the curve of your ass that would fit perfectly in his big hands.

As soon as he had pulled on his shorts and a tank top, he hurried out of the locker room with a short:

"Meet me outside!"

A little puzzled, you looked after him, and followed as soon as you had put on your leggings and sports bra. He just set a water bottle on the counter and looked to you as you tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"What are we going to start with?", you asked, motivated, and he glanced around the room.

"We'll start with a warm up. Then I'll show you some exercises, and we'll do them in intervals."

"Alright! Sounds not that bad."

Changbin was a good trainer and he got you sweating within seconds. However, with each move he explained how to do it properly and all the muscle parts you would be working out with it. When you were completely wiped out after only a short time, he was just getting warmed up. Scorching breaths rushed through your lungs and pain began to prod at your stomach, spreading all the way down to your thighs and legs. Your limbs howled in agony.

He was strict, but didn't stop motivating you and at some point it was fun, even if everything hurt and you were sweating.

For the entirety of the session, for every exercise, Changbins hands got lost, wandering over your curves as he corrected your stance or instructed you on proper breathing through each repetition.  

His little touches as he helped you maintain your balance sent instant electrical impulses through your body. He just looked so good, with his pumped biceps, his trained torso and the sweat on his face.

You had to restrain yourself from touching him at every opportunity to feel his muscles under your fingers.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more, gorgeous!", Changbin said, spotting you from the front as you laid back on a mat while doing your last few sit-up's. He held your feet firmly on the ground, by your calves, cheering you on to do some more. His attentive gaze never wandered, glued to every part of you as you performed the exercises.

"Well done, doll", he praised as you struggled yourself up once more, abs burning, and chuckled as you dropped to the floor, stretched out like a starfish. Your head throbbed and your chest pounded. You needed a minute to summon air back to your lungs.

But he pushed you unbearably further into the next exercises.

With every touch, his fingers stayed pressed to your hips a little longer than necessary when he held you straight during push-ups.

He tried not to let it show, but seeing your long legs tighten with every movement, feeling your thighs under his fingers as soon as he helped you and how the sweat made your perfect skin shine had more impact on him than he showed.

You, too, could barely think straight as he gave you assistance with squats.

"You must always keep your back straight and bend your knees at a 90 degree angle until you feel it burning in your thighs", he explained expertly and had his hands firmly on your hips as you did the first squat.

He stood so close behind you that his chest grazed your back for a moment and when you squatted, he just stared at your tensed ass as it brushed against his middle.

"You need to push your back more, bend the knees, lean into the movement!"

You could feel his fingers digging harder into your sides each time after several repetitions.

"Like that?", you asked when he suddenly stopped explaining.

You did notice that he was staring at your ass and let out a small smirk but not saying anything. Then he cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes from your ass, which was brushing against his bulge every time. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see how red he was, even though he was only giving assistance.

"Ah... Yes... Yeah you're doing good."

While counting your thirty squats in your head, almost letting your legs give out from the effort, he could think of nothing but sinking into you from behind and your perfect ass pressed against him with every thrust.

Your strained gasps and the little sighs that escaped you each time only spurred his imagination more.

"I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow", you pressed out with a giggle, and god you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"I can't promise that”, he replied with a throaty laugh, but he sounded distracted.

At some point you felt the reason for his tense posture. Something on your butt felt increasingly harden and after a few seconds you realized what was up with him. Your heart pumped the heat to your ears and you tried to seem unbothered.

When you finished your exercise, he quickly let go of you and turned around, pretending to want something to drink.

After watching you for a whole hour, your body shaking with exertion, your shiny skin and your little exhausted sounds, he couldn't stop himself from getting hard.

But he felt dirty. He wanted to help you with your workout and all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you hard against the nearest wall. Embarrassed, he held his water bottle in front of his increasingly hard length.

You took advantage of the brief pause and took a breath. You were exhausted and every muscle was burning, but it was a pleasant feeling.

"What now?" you asked after a short while, looking at him with energetic eyes.

"You really have endless motivation. The boys could really learn something from you."

Actually, he just wanted to lock himself away somewhere, jerk off while thinking about your sweaty body, and be ashamed of it afterwards.

But it would be too conspicuous to break off now, just because he had a boner.

As you straighten up, you suddenly frown in pain.

"Ow! Shit”, you cursed, grabbing your shoulder but not reaching the spot on your spine that hurt so much.

The sudden pinch in your back made you groan loudly, and Changbin immediately came over to you with a concerned look.

"What's wrong?"

"My back suddenly hurts", you pressed out, and that's when he knelt down behind you on the mat. His thighs bulged with muscles that strained under his skin whenever he moved.

"You probably just pinched something”, he reasoned aloud, feeling down your spine from your neck, to your lower back.

"Yea, your muscles are strained and probably pinched a nerve. I can release that if you want. I do it all the time with the members."

Of course you trusted him, so you nodded.

"Yes. Okay."

"Lay on your stomach," he said, so you complied and folded your hands, under your chin, trying and failing to ease the wild drumming of your heart against the mat as he climbed over you. His knees fell on each side of your hips, his thighs grazing your ass. And as he lowers himself to place his hands along your spine, another part of him brushed over you, igniting your face with embarrassment. You reminded yourself that he's simply wanting to help you.

Changbin tilted his pelvis against the curve of your ass, an unmistakable weight pokes the base of your spine. More heat rushed to your face.

"Just relax... This is just to help with the pain."

His voice was calm, but he clearly enjoyed the soft feeling of your ass under his body.

He began to squeeze the round flesh of your hips and massaging the aching bands of muscles above your ass. He worked his way up your back and his strong hands on your heated skin made you close your eyes.

He probably enjoyed the touch more than he should, but he couldn't stop. Only a stifled moan made its way up your throat, your body sagging under the warm press of his palms.

"Does it fell better?", he asked and you couldn't answer him. A loud sigh floated from your mouth as he nudged more weight on the pinching area. It hurts, not a bad kind of hurt, but it shifted your mind into dizziness.

"I want to hear you, doll!", he said with a raspy voice.

"Yes, it helps”, you answered him and buried your forehead in your palms to keep from gasping out loud as you definitely felt the throbbing weight in his shorts grazing your ass cheek. Your stomach is squished into the mat as he leaned over you. While he massaged your back underneath your bra a wobbly breath escaped you.

"I really like that workout clothes on you."

His hands disappeared almost completely under the fabric of your sports bra and traveled down your sides until his fingers touched the bare skin of your breasts.

"Since it was the first workout, I think we should stop for today. You did well, but otherwise you're overworking your muscles."

Relieved, you nodded. You honestly wouldn't have survived another exercise. Your muscles felt like jelly, and if Changbin came that close to you again, you'd go nuts.

He gave your hips one last lingering squeeze before his hands vanished from your body. You found yourself missing the uncomfortably close touch. Changbin's hands had worked magic on your sore muscles.

Your underpants had become wetter and wetter with each time he had grabbed your hips during the exercises, aligned your thighs, or just randomly stroked along your belly.

You wanted to feel his fingers somewhere else, and that's why you couldn't concentrate on the workout once you felt his hard member against your ass.

"You can go ahead and get changed", he said, still holding the bottle in front of his private parts.

"I'll be right there."

As silly as it sounded, it was like he was undressing you with his stare.

You nodded slowly and had to squeeze your thighs together at the sight of his sweaty torso. The tank top was sticking to his abs since he had been doing pushups with you and his hair was falling tangled in his forehead. He looked so hot that you had to force yourself away from the sight of him.

When you disappeared through the door into the locker room, he threw the bottle in the trash and stared at the closed door behind which you were probably undressing.

Had he really imagined your intense stares and slightly suggestive gasps?

The images in his head were driving in circles and he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

Just as you opened the locker to get your things, Changbin bursted into the room. You turned around and had to bite your lower lip when you saw the tent in his shorts.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You're driving me insane", he growled, already pushing you against the locker as he slammed the locker door shut with the other.

With a gasp, you felt his erection against your lower abdomen and his strong hands on your hips, pressing you firmly against the lockers.

He licked his lips and watched your face with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Bin, what-", but you were interrupted by his lips crashing mercilessly against yours. He kissed you so tumultuously and hurriedly that your hands immediately flew into his hair and tugged at it. He grinded his length in heat against your body and you could feel it growing with every second.

Chaotically your tongues met and his huge shoulders completely shielded you from the rest of the room. He was all over you, kissing you with all the dirty desire that had built up over the last few hours.

"I need you. Now!", he panted still at your swollen lips and reached for your ass, kneading it tightly through the tight leggings so that you lifted off the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up, making your already wet pussy touch the crotch area of his shorts. Eventually slamming your back against the empty lockers.

Immediately you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, and with your back pressed against the metal, he kissed along your jawline, up to your neck, where he immediately sucked and worked big hickeys into your skin that you probably couldn't easily hide.

"You're so cruel... I couldn't think of anything else the whole time but ripping those damn leggings off you", he mumbled into your skin, cupping your boobs with his hands. Veins stood out from the workout on his forearms and that only turned you on more.

"Fuck... Binnie", you gasped, overwhelmed. Even his sweat smelled seductive, and you tugged at his strands of hair in desire as he ripped the sports bra off your body at the speed of light.

Immediately he twirled one nipple between his fingers while roughly kneading your other breast.

"Even your tits are perfect", he growled, eyeing your half-naked body aroused. In his gaze was pure greed for you and your body, which made your panties and leggings completely soaked.

You pressed your thighs even tighter against his sides and rolled your hips against his to get more friction between your cunt and his bulge.

With shaky fingers you ripped the tank top off his body and finally you had a clear view of his muscular body. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Every one of his muscles tensed under the touch of your fingers and you couldn't quite realize that you could finally feel his perfectly built abs so tight against your skin.

You brought nothing but excited gasps from your lips. Changbin's sudden attack drove the heat into your veins and feeling his immense length through the fabric drove you insane. It was clear that his dick was huge, since everything about him was big, which put you in joyful anticipation.

But Changbin was too impatient. He needed to feel you and he needed to feel you now.

"I need your pussy so bad", he said almost desperately and lowered you down.

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around by your hips and pressed you so hard against the lockers that you panted loudly.

Little whimpers and moans kept escaping him, which would have been cute if he wasn't so dominant with his hands.

"Fuck. I can't wait to feel your soaked pussy around my cock", he murmured as he was already pulling down your leggings along with your panties. You somehow got rid of them and kicked them off.

You got goosebumps as your skin and core were suddenly exposed to the cold air, but you already felt him ripping off his shorts and boxers.

His movements were so hurried and violent as he couldn't take it anymore. The last hours had been torture.

With his hands he pressed you rough against the locker so that your hands and cheek leaned firmly against it and your breasts were pressed against the cool metal.

This sight of your ass and wet cunt completely at his mercy made Changbin's thoughtfulness overshadowed by pure lust. Your mind emptied. No thoughts lingered as desire crowded your brain. He started urging his hardness between your ass cheeks.

You already felt his tip at your entrance when he lined up behind you, and his throbbing dick was thick and obviously massive. With a quick movement, he brought your hips into position and then sinked into you from behind with his entire length.

"Shit. You're so tight", he cursed as your walls nearly crushed him. He thrusted slowly deeper and deeper and you feared being torn apart by him stretching you out. You moaned loudly and he moved slightly so you could get used to it.

"You take my cock so well... good girl."

The pain quickly turned to pure arousal, and the way he filled you up perfectly made you dig your fingernails into the locker.

"Is everything okay?", he asked, breathing heavily as he was completely absorbed in you and you felt his balls pressed against your clit.

You couldn't open your eyes as every movement rattled your insides.

"Mmmh... Binnie, you're so... big. Filling me out...", you gasped and his tone automatically softened.

"I can stop if it's too much, babe.”

Quickly, you shook your head against the locker.

"No. Please Binnie! Please fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"

Your shaky voice and strained back made his dick inside you twitch impatiently.

"You're so goddamn sexy, babe", he growled, and as he slowly pulled his length back out of you, a desperate whimper escaped you.

Without hesitation he slammed into you, making you scream and squeeze your eyes tight with your chest pounding. Your eyes rolled back and grunts came out of his gritted teeth, as your mouth hung open in a quiet scream. He found the g-spot almost immediately. He thrusted harder, hitting it every time. With each time he penetrated deeper. The sight of your cockdrunk face against the locker, the sharp moans bursting from your throat as pain blooms in your core and the way your ass wiggled every time made him go insane.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back? All those times you bent over for me like the good girl you are...", he said between harsh grunts.

It wasn't long before he increased the pace, moving your hips against his with each thrust, until the room was filled only with your desperate moans, his gasps, and the filthy sound of skin slapping together. The squelching of your swollen cunt, mixed with your desperate, tearful pleas:

"Please, it's too.. too much, Bin..."

The filthy, wet clap of his skin against yours rises, echoing in the empty lockroom and definitely also outside at the gym. The snapping of his hips became more violent and his balls slapped against your clit with each time, making your head completely foggy.

"Gotta stretch every part of you after the workout, doll."

The vertiginous heat reaches its high and bliss overwhelmed you as you were on the edge.

"Say my name slut!"

His words made you fall apart even more. He was completely addicted to you while you moaned his name in the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass as he fucked you without mercy against the locker, which creaked loudly with each thrust.

Your whole upper body was by now pressed firmly against the wood and your nipples were hard from rubbing against the door.

Pornographic sounds came from you and you moaned his name like a mantra that brought you to your climax. Your lids fluttered. Your back flexed, as stuttered sobs ripped themselves from your throat when you finally came.

As your walls tightened around Changbin, he grunted:

„I think I have to break my promise. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow!", while hitting all the sensitive spots that made you a mess.

"Don't stop, Binnie! Please come inside me!"

Even though you were already ruined, you wanted him to come inside you.

"You're so good for me, doll. So good", he sighed.

Your words motivated him to go harder inside you, pushing so deep it almost felt uncomfortable. Your suddenly tightened around him again and your orgasm gripped you again, making you gasp loudly as you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

But he didn't stop thrusting into you and overstimulating your sensitive pussy. However his thrusts were getting sloppier, his cock twitching inside you.

He was too distracted by your sore pussy and how it looked wrapped around his throbbing cock to pull out, filling you up with cum.

The thrusts stopped but he was still inside you. His musky scent surrounding you. You grew dizzier and couldn't hear him trough the thick fog in your head. Your thoughts are mush by now, your words nonsense and he too was completely lost.

Breathing heavily, he rested his chin on your shoulder and your bodies stuck together as sweaty as they had not been during the workout.

Protectively, he put his arms around your body, turned you to face him, and brushed your hair out of your face.

"Sorry, baby. I lost myself a little."

The fog slowly cleared, but all you could do was fall exhausted against his chest. Like a precious piece of jewelry, he held you close and caressed your forehead, your nose, your whole face with his lips. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to walk again, but you were lost in drunkenness anyway.

"Come on. Let me get you in the shower and take care of you."

His voice was velvet on your soul and he lifted you up with ease. He carried you into the shower of the gym and lowered you there. Slowly the strength returned to your shaky legs, but he insisted on soaping your hair and helping you cleaning yourself up.

Under the warm stream of water, he massaged your scalp, rinsed your hair, and spread the shower gel over your body with soft touches.

"Binnie?"

Questioningly, he looked at you as you said something for the first time again. His faithful eyes examined your tired face with such care that your heart beat faster.

"Huh?"

"Are you my personal trainer now?"

An amused smile was on your lips and he washed the soap off your shoulders with a chuckle.

"If that's what you want, I'd love to."

"Will training always be like today then?"

"I hope so."

The corners of his mouth lifted and he stroked his fingers along your jawline, up to your temple, like he's tracing the contours of a portrait.

While you were enveloped in steam and the fresh smell of lemon and wood of his shower gel, you put your hands to his chest and kissed him.

It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like the first kiss you had with your crush as a teenager. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you closer.

You felt safe, secure and wanted. It was a comforting feeling and finally you had found the word that described how the boys made you feel:

Like home.

->Part 11

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Day 14

I have received…indifferent news about the human‘s state, by which I mean, I cannot describe her current state, as I have not received any actually comprehensible further information.

Wrin has decided to pay the human a visit at the beginning of this cycle. After they returned, they sought me out to report back, despite not single word about my task being uttered in their proximity.

They leaned against the wall next to me without a word, so after a few moments, I spoke up: "How is she?"

"She seems alright, at least she‘s most definitely not about to die.", Wrin responded, taking a swig of the bottle in their gloved hand.

"Would you be more specific?", I requested.

"Well, I don‘t know, I asked her how she was doin‘ and she said she was 'peachy keen'."

My front pliers uttered a rattling sound. "And…what does that mean?"

"If I knew", Wrin said, taking another sip. "I haven‘t known her for that long either, and I don‘t know anything about humans. She does that weird thing sometimes though, when you‘re talking to her, and she says something that is true but kind of sounds like a lie? I dunno, might be that."

"Would you care to elaborate?", I repeated, slightly suspecting that Wrin was already too intoxicated to form coherent thoughts.

"Kind of like…y‘know, sometimes it‘s also the other way around, and she tells a lie, but kind of in a mocking tone? I don‘t really get it either. Must be a 'human' thing."

Telling lies mockingly? Perhaps Wrin was simply not eludicating well enough, but I would have to investigate this claim further. Perhaps I would pay the human a visit myself, if I was permitted.

Unfortunately, before I could act any further, another technician rather desperately retrieved me to assist in the main control center, as they were, apparently, understaffed for the circumstances we are currently situated in.

Resulting in this, I did not face the human at all during this cycle, but I have received news that she has been discharged from the medical quarters, while the medicals further analyze the test results they recorded.

Furthermore, we are set to enter Fendaar‘s athmosphere in 2-3 cycles, so we will be able to let the SIIR Noxos get mended properly and stock up on necessities.

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~6 months later~

“Poison,” she breathes as the thick, bittersweet liquid trickles down her throat. The same throat Amarantha‘s touch still lingers, the same throat she kissed moments before. That same throat the most powerful High Lord dragged his lips across.

The liquid burns its way down to her stomach. It still sticks to her teeth, like a syrup and she swallows again. And again, and again. But her throat feels too clogged, too constricted, like she is wearing a collar that tightens by the second. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the base of her throat, making sure there is no actual collar there — with Amarantha it wouldn’t be a surprise.

Then, slowly, hesitantly, Ada‘s gaze moves to the High Lord‘s face, to his eyes of violet, looking at him through heavy lashes. He has hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers and is leaning against an oak dresser. A lazy smile spreads over his face. Then, casually, he shakes his head. “It‘s something to help you. Something that lets you forget what happened.”

She dips her chin, feeling light-headed, her fingertips and toes starting to feel tingly. Her vision seems to blur a little and it catapults her into a state of utter discomfort.

What if I don’t want to forget? What if I want to remember every disgusting detail of her doing so I can fuel the necessary fury to end her life. The necessary power, Ada thinks to herself as unconsciousness nears in slow steps.

“Go to your chamber now, you need to lay down before the potion starts to kick in. Try to rest.” Rhysand reaches out his hand, gently tipping up her chin. She can barely feel it, her skin is numb. He strokes his thumb over her chin and then a sad smile appears on his handsome face. “What we have to do in there—what she makes us do, I never want this to stand between us. You are an important ally, Ada. You matter to me.”

Important because he just like Amarantha thinks that I know Beron’s deepest secrets, Ada ponders. But he is wrong. I know nothing.

“I know.” She sighs. “I know we have to do this, and it will never stand between us. We have to do what we have to. For the people that matter most.” The back of her mouth starts to ache only at the thought of them. She has no idea where they are, if they are safe. If–

“Your sons—”

Ada promptly lifts a hand, stopping him immediately although it trembles and so does her entire body. “Don‘t mention them. I can’t hear it now.”

He bows his head and shoves his hands into the pockets of his black pants. “Sleep now. She expects us back in her chambers at ten tomorrow evening.”

With a heavy heart, and a dizzy mind, Ada slowly lowers her head to her chin. Of course, she does. Until she has every little information squeezed out of her like juice out of a ripe lemon, Amarantha won’t stop. Even if Ada has nothing more to share. Because she doesn’t know anything else. She is Beron’s scribe, for unimportant court matters. He would never share anything covert, anything really important, with her. But obviously Amarantha, driven by lust and greed for power, doesn’t understand that. Doesn’t listen.

Ada rises from her chair, clasping the lace of her dressing gown in one hand as she stumbles to the door, her legs numb from the potion. Flickering candlelight casts long, eerie shadows that dance across the sand coloured stone walls, slowly turning into a big, beige blur. 

In moments like these, she doesn’t care that half of her body is exposed, that the thin fabric does nothing to shield her from the cold. In moments like these, she only wants to return to her bed and cry. And cry herself to sleep.

The short way to the door, only a few metres, feels like a maze. She sways, her feet unsteady and before she can reach the door, she bumps against a hard surface — the stone wall — and holds onto it for a little support. Rhysand does nothing. He only stands by and watches. He knows that if he would come up to her and touch her, she wouldn’t welcome it. Wouldn’t feel good about it.  She also doesn’t deign him a glance, as each step forward, still holding onto the stone, feels heavier. The air around her is thick, still reeking of sweat and sex and Ada hates it. It makes her feel like throwing up, bile already creeping up her throat. 

She reaches the doorframe, her head spinning a little more then. The flicker of the fire from the scones blurs as her dizziness intensifies and she tumbles against the wall, drawing in a sharp breath.

Every sound around her feels far away, distant, muffled, even the door hinges when she pulls down the handle and stumbles outside. She doesn’t say another word to Rhys, only pulls the door close behind her, making her way into an equally sand-coloured corridor.  She takes one unsteady step after the other, again holding onto the stone for support, her fingers tightly gripping the rough surface. 

The low hum buzzing in her ears also drowns out the footsteps, actually loud and strong, that near her. And the person uttering her name. 

A figure appears in her vision and all other hopes for that is none of Amarantha’s evil fearies – the Attor. To her surprise, it is someone completely different. The second least favourite person she would have wanted to see out here. Especially after what she had just done.

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Beastification - Chapter 1

Cid sends the Bad Batch on a mission to rescue a certain Mr Beast from the grasp of Jabba the Hutt. After they retrieve him, something changes. There's something different about Mr Beast and they can't tell for certain what it is. Will they ever get rid of Mr Beast?

The Bad Batch x Mr Beast

Tags: sfw, Crack fic, slow burn, Mr Beast AU, I'm trying to be serious about this.

CW: the y/nification of Mr Beast, mentions of child abduction, canon violence, indication of mpreg (sfw), Mr Beast talks to a invisible camera, Lore breaking content

Words: 881

Will update on Wednesdays and Sundays

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ...

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Cid hadn‘t told them much about the mission, as usual, but still, something felt fishy about this one. What was most suspicious was that Cid had this slight smirk on her face the entire briefing while she neglected details on whatever would await them at their destination in favor of talking about how they would thank her for this mission once they come back.

Tensions were high on the Marauder. Everyone hoped Cids indications would mean better payment this time around. While Omega was asleep in her Gunner Mount/Room the rest of the batch gathered in the cockpit.

Wrecker, who sat in the copilot seat, broke the silence first. „I don‘t know what’s going on with Cid and this mission. I just hope we‘re gonna get paid and not killed.“ He crossed his arms, pouting.

„It will be a rather simple extraction. To be completely honest, calling it a pick-up would be more fitting. We will meet the target on Mos Eisley. Though I do wonder how they ended up there and why we are sent to bring them back. This mission seems to mock our abilities“ Tech replied, sounding just slightly angry at this extraction not having to make use of his heightened intelligence. „We‘re approaching Tatooine.“

Hunter leaned against the back wall, brows furrowed. He didn’t like this. Usually, when they were sent on simpler missions, only two of them would go, but Cid insisted they would need all hands on deck on this one. It didn‘t make sense to him. Deep in thought, he almost didn‘t notice the small hands pulling on his arm. 

„It‘s gonna be fine, Hunter, don‘t worry. It could be fun!“ Omega smiled up at him, excited as ever. Of course, she had never been to Tatooine before, so that fact alone made her excited to go through on this mission. Though that excitement quickly vanished.

“You‘re staying on the ship. The mission is simple, but we‘re not gonna take you into Jabba's Palace. That place is swarming with scum.“ And with that, her smile dropped.

Hunter knelt down to be able to talk to her face to face. „It‘s for the better. It‘s nasty in there, you wouldn‘t wanna see it anyways.“ Her patted her on the shoulder before standing up again. By this time they already entered the atmosphere of the planet and were getting ready to land in front of Jabba‘s Palace.

Shortly after leaving the ship the batch found themselves in front of the massive doors leading into the Hutt's Palace.

“I‘ve only heard horror stories about this place. Can‘t say I‘m excited to go in there.“ Echo commented with an already disgusted look on his face, despite not even having entered the building yet. „It‘s gonna be a quick job. We‘ll be in and out in no time. We just pay the bail and leave with the target, that‘s it.“ Hunter responded.

This triggered an annoyed huff from Wrecker. „Great, another mission where we can‘t blow anything up.“ The gates were opened for them and quickly after placed in front of Jabba to state their business.

„We‘re here to bail out one of your captives.“ Hunter tried to keep the conversation short, not desiring to speak to the Hutt more than necessary. Tech handed over the payment to one of Jabba‘s servants at the same time, also wanting to leave as fast as possible. To nobody‘s surprise, all of them felt uneasy in an establishment like this, with bounty hunters all around.

The protocol droid finally translated whatever Jabba was saying. „Your prisoner will be brought up shortly. Jabba wishes for you to leave with him as quickly as you can, he can not bear to hear any more of his voice.“

Just then their target was brought in, a sight to behold. He walked in, with the most dazzling blue eyes any of them had ever seen. Body moving in a perfect curve, hair just shaggy enough, and beard perfectly trimmed. He looked at them, one after another, through perfectly curled lashes. 

It took Hunter hitting his shoulder for Wrecker to snap back out of this state of hypnosis. „Wrecker, get him.“

His cheeks turned slightly red before going up to the hostage and taking him from Jabba‘s guards. They immediately made their way towards the exit. Wrecker tried to ignore the fact that he was guiding this incredibly attractive man out of imprisonment.

The man‘s head turned towards him, ever so slightly and elegantly, like every movement he had seen from him so far. „THANK YOU.“ he whispered. This wasn‘t directed at them as a group, but exclusively at Wrecker, making his face grow even hotter. He could only muster up a grunt as a response, feeling flustered.

Omega waited for them in front of the Marauder.

“I told you to stay inside.“ Hunter shouted towards the girl, slightly irritated. „I‘m fine. I got bored so I wanted to at least wait outside for you.“ she yelled back. Then, her glance shifted from Hunter to the hostage her brothers were bringing with them. Her eyes widened, jaw dropped. 

Everybody stopped in their tracks, expecting the worst from Omega‘s facial expression. A ambush, maybe. But her eyes rested on their acquired target.

“Woah, is that Mr Beast??????“

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Four Get No Mercy (600 Follower Raffle)

Our second prize winner of the 600 follower raffle was @justlovearts!

Which won’t let me tag for some reason but alright! They asked for Four where he gets teased and outs himself to crushing on reader.

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Content under the cut!

You weren’t expecting much of the day.

It was quiet and peaceful. A typical day in Castle Town if you were being honest with yourself.

With nothing else to do, you decided to tend to your mother’s garden. She had to go run some deliveries for the people and hadn’t the time to deweed. So, you decided to take care of it for her. She was a hard worker and didn’t need to worry over something as simple as plants.

There wasn’t much for you to do otherwise anyway.

Until you heard some commotion at the front of your house. You had to wipe the sweat and dirt from yourself immediately. You ran to the front door and opened it in a flurry.

Your best friend was back! 

“Link!” You cried and wrapped your arms around him without any hesitation or second thought. “Oh, I missed you so much! Are you ok? Are you missing anything? Do you need help?”

He coughs and shakes his head. His cheeks are a bit pink again, but that’s been a more and more common occurrence when he’s around you. Link scratches the back of his neck and gestures behind him. “I came by with a few of my friends. I hope that’s ok.”

You pause. Your parents would be a bit miffed at strangers in the house, but this if Link. And you trust his judgment. It’s not like he would bring people to your house randomly anyway. 

You look them over. They’re taller than him, for sure. Each just as armed to the teeth and waiting for your reaction. You don’t want to give anything away so you swallow your nerves and step aside, letting the door swing open behind you. “Come on in! You know you’re always welcome here, Link.”

Link smiles and steps in, taking off his shoes as he’s used to doing. The others pause but proceed to do the same. You can feel the tension around your heart lessen a bit. They can’t be all that bad then.

“I thought you said that you weren’t going to be back for a few more months.” You start. “I wasn’t expecting this, Link. You’re usually a lot better with your estimations.”

Link flushes again and starts to play with the little decorations on the table. ”I know, I know. But we were closer than I thought we would be and I couldn’t resist the chance to see you again.”

“Are you the one he talks about all the time?” The one who’s easily the youngest asks. “He seemed very excited to be close to your house. He practically ran all the way here.”

Link coughs louder and seems to choke a bit on his own spit. The thought delights you and you turn to him with an easy going smile. “I’ve known Link since we were practically in diapers. If he’s not in his forge or with the knights and the princess, he’s here. He has his own drawer and everything.”

The one with a blue scarf snorts and barks out a laugh. “I see. I think I understand now.”

“No you don’t.” Four shoot him down. “Perish the thought.”

“So since Four practically lives here, does he have his own room too?” The one with a fur pelt asks.

You shake your head. “Nope. We don‘t have the room so he tends to just sleep in my room whenever he comes over.”

That earns a smirk. “Oh. I see.”

“No. Shush.” Link tries to stop.

You’re watching his reactions closely. You’ve had a thought for a while now and by the looks of things, these friends of his might get the truth out in the open a bit faster than you’ve ever been able to.

Link’s face is now cherry red, even if he’s obviously trying to save face. It’s cute. You smirk as well but hide it behind your hand. “Four?”

Shockingly, he turns to you. And immediately regrets it. “That’s their nickname for me. Don’t you dare start!”

“And tell me, where did they get that from?” You raise an eyebrow.

Link visibly falters and sags a bit. “They… um…”

“His sword?” The one with pink hair crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “I thought it would have been a bit obvious.”

You shoot a look at Link, eyebrow still raised but your smirk is gone. They don’t know?

Link shakes his head. No they don’t.

You hum and shrug.

“He’s the only one of us to not use the Master Sword.” The pink one continues. “Which was a bit strange but we weren’t going to deny him his title.”

You also straighten up. “The Master Sword? What’s that?”

One of them makes a pained noise. You look over and it’s the one with a white cape of sorts. He has made himself comfortable on your couch already but his head in his hands. “I didn’t even think of that possibility.”

You tilt your head and open your mouth to speak but Link is faster. “Long story. I’ll explain later.”

You nod. A moment passes and you remember your manners. ”Does anyone want anything to drink? Or eat? I can get some snacks.”

Link shakes his head. “Don’t-”

“Snacks sound great!” A simple traveler responds with a blinding smile.

You smile back and go to your kitchen to get it situated.

“Wait.” Link follows. “That’s a lot of food. I’ll help.”

“Go help the love of your life.” One of them calls out as you both step away. 

“Shush!”

“Are we wrong?” Another one teases, but you don’t see who.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Link turns around, hissing at the offender.

You bite your lip, taking the chance. “And here I thought you liked me.”

Link freezes like a bucket of ice water gets dumped on him. “Of course, I like you. I like you a lot.”

Your smirk returns and you take his hand. “Oh?”

Link realizes his mistake instantly and finally loses his nerve. His grip on your hand tightens but Link can’t seem to meet your eyes. You pull him a bit closer and lean down to meet his eyes. “Link~ There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He bites his lip. “I like you a lot. I already said that.”

“Like-like?”

If he wasn’t pink before, his entire face explodes in color, enough to rival a certain fragment’s tunic. You grin and shake his hand a bit, waiting for his answer. Link finally looks up, despair and defeat on his face. “Like-like?”

You laugh and lean in to kiss his cheek. “You’re so dramatic. Come help get snacks like you said you would.”

Link tenses on the spot and nods robotically. He follows suit dutifully only after you’ve let go of his hand There’s multiple cheers and wolf whistles from his friends that saw the interaction but you can’t bring it to heart.

You were right in the end and there’s the possibility for you to talk some more after everyone gets situated.

You get the snacks and start passing them around, leaving some on the table in case anyone simply wanted to grab them and enjoy them on their own means.

You look back to Link and wink. He bites his lip again, holding back that goofy smile of his.

One of his friends knocks him over the head and you laugh. Four can’t seem to be bothered by it, he’s just happy that you didn’t reject him. If anything, he thinks he might have a chance.

[cats-and-fiction]

Demise and Ascension

Human Quaritch x Human Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (You are here)

The past couple days have been hard on all people living in Hells gate. The Na‘vi attacks have tripled over the last nights and everybody was on edge waiting foe them to finally start an attack on base despite Grace denying it and begging them to talk to the Na‘vi.

Her begging has been fruitless and the air was thick of anticipation and fear. You on the other hand had another fight going on. In a stuffy office with a thick headed idiot who was only interested in making money on the fast way. You yourself were interested in stopping the Na‘vi‘s attacks by making that idiot be reasonable and humane in getting the metal. Like usual it emded up with you getting angry and storming out of the room. Out of the central basis and through the corridors of the building. Your goal was to reach your room where you would get some quite time.

While walking in a fast pace you angrily spar out various profanities under your breath and with a look that could kill. Making most of the people coming your way do a wide step around you. Nearly reaching your destination you turned around the corner and got spooked seeing someone right in front you. Shocked you stopped in your tracks and pulling in a deep breath. Gripping your chest as if your heart would nearly jump out you found right in front of you an amused yet very tired looking Quaritch.

Deep bags were under his eyes and had a cup of coffee in his hand. That would have hurt if both you hadn‘t stopped. Some coffe burns and stains would have been enough to tip you over the edge. „Oh my, who looks like they are going on a murder spree the next second?“, you exhaled exhausted and shook your head as you looked up to the mans face with a displeased look.

„Please, Quarirch I have no nerve right now for any of your games“, you sounded and felt as exhausted as him probably. Now that the adrenalin was gone. Looking at him directly now you noticed a difference. His hair was longer, covering up more of his scars and he had a beard which surprisingly fit to him. „You don‘t look better Colonel. Are the Na‘vi getting hard to handle after desteoying more of their home?“, now you looked amused at him. A smile tugging at your lips.

„I‘m just doing my job. Those wild people don‘t make easy.“, how he didn‘t care about anything. You rolled your eyes. „If you listened to any of us your job would be hundred times easier. But you choose to ignore us.“, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned against the wall.

Your eyes are fixed on his face. You expected him to get as close as usual with some stupid comment about how you shouldn‘t be a problem for him. Breaching your personal space and making all your emotions confused. At the thought of your former exchanges you swallowed the emotions coming up right down again.

„Maybe we should start listening to you and those labrats.“, Quaritchs voice sounded tired and exhausted. He took a step closer to you and his eyes wandered from your face down to your throat. „Maybe I come by and you can tell me what you want from us again“, your face started to heat up and the smug look on your face vanished. Exchanged by complete confusion. What? Your arms, still crossed, got loose and fell to the side of your body.

Quaritch grinned and continued his way like usual. Your face still hot and your stomach doing back flips you looked after him. Before quickly returning back around the corner. What happened? Did somebody switch him out with another Miles Quaritch? The rest of the way towards your quarters you asked yourself what the switch of demenour in this man was. Well, you two could easily talk as long as it didn‘t involve either of your jobs but this talk did, didn‘t it? Maybe you were just tired too.

The very next morning, you had barely got yourself to your room, at least that how you felt you got woken up by a knock on your door. Tight sleeps had never been your thing in the late days and every tiny noise woke you up, especially since you landed on Pandora. Laying on your back you stared up to your ceiling. Another knock. Pulling the blanket over your head and rolling to your side, facing your back now to the door you hoped the person was just at the wrong room and would leave you. Especially with how yesterday was you didn't want to step outside. Grace was already all up in your hair for not doing what you were send here to do and all the RDA people just looked at you amused. You couldn't blame them, you did look like a clown sent to the wrong party and now having to stay because there is no way home and the person coming to fetch you comes in a few hours. In this case months. A lot of months.

The Third knock. Groaning you threw the blanket of you body and made yourself stand up, your naked feet froze once you hid the cold floor. Shuddering you quickly made a detour to put on some socks and a jacket and opened the door. Very annoyed. "What? Who do you think you are waking me up that early?", you rant ended abruptly with meeting a familiar face. Surprise switched out with a rather unpleasant look. "Early? It's already 12", like usual he didn't seem to care where your personal space started as he invited himself into your room. Acting as if he looked interest in how it looked despite it being like every other room on this base. He still looked like yesterday but less tired. Not shaved, same clothes as yesterday and this time even some fresh bandages and scratches.

"Guess Pandora has reminded you again how awful you are?", you said amused and returned to sit back on your bed with crossed arms. No way you could force that guy out of your room. You knew how he was, not moving an inch. With slitted eyes you watched him careful. Quaritch turned your chair around and sat on it, facing you. He had been awfully nice to you the last days, less intimidating.

He leaned back, the chair creaking in disagreement. He elbows propped up on the armrest and hands folded together. He looked down on the floor rather than you before talking. "I told you I would stop by and listen what you think we should do to change", his voice sounded as if he spoke serious yet you noticed how what he said wasn't meant. He just wanted to know your opinion on how to make his life easier. That's why he was nice.

You laughed. "That's why gotten nicer to me? You know I still make trouble despite your warnings.", you leaned forward arms propped on your legs. He returned you laugh with a smile and finally looked at you.

"I just want to make our life's easier and keep us safe. Including you, little troublemaker.", he voice sounded amused. Copying your movement he leaned forward and moved towards you with the chair. "So, L/N, what did you propose again?", you gave him a little smile and came a bit forward until you sat right on the edge of your bed.

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I don't know if it actually fits as a part 3 to the other two parts but I guess we go that way. Half of it was written in the middle of the night and I guess it's poorly done lmao. Hope you still enjoy and reblogs and likes are appreciated. We soon will reach the end on this multi parted one shot.

Part 4

[yumizcorner]

MinChan x Reader

!!fem!reader | dom!Chan | dom!Minho | Dirty talk | double penetration | degradation | Oral (m.rec) | fingering | name calling (daddy,baby) | face fucking | dacryphilia | breeding | cum eating | slight spanking | squirting | slight overstimulation (f.rec)!!

a/n: the teaser ends under the cut if you wanna skip it. Also let me know what y‘all think about this bc I’m not sure if I should like it or hate it T~T

„d-don‘t-“ you mumble against Lee knows lips as he kisses you passionately while his fingers trail over your soft body. „what baby?“ he asks as he looks you into your eyes. „we shouldn’t be doing that.“ you say while the two of you are still making out. „if you think it’s that wrong why do you grind yourself on my lap huh?“ as he says this he lays his hands on your thighs and moves them up to the beginning of your skirt. His hands moving this close to your core only makes you even wetter. You didn’t answer him anymore and just started kissing him again. Minho lays his hands on your hips and moves you higher on his lap making you sit on his hard, clothed dick. You sighed and bit your lip as you feel him under you. You started to grind again as Lee knows hands are guiding your movements. Of course it was a bad idea from the both of you to fuck at the birthday party of Chan but at this point neither of you cared about anything. The way y/n bend over teasingly revealing her soft pink panties under her skirt made Lee know go insane. They both fucked with each other now and then just for fun. Usually they‘d only do it when Lee know is alone at his dorms and y/n could come over to make him feel good but this time both of them were too touch starved to hold on until it was the right time. Was it dangerous to make out low key just around the Conor, a few steps away from the other members and a few other friends? Yeah it was.

Just as you started to unbutton Minhos clothes you two got disturbed. „Min- oh-“ you two instantly separated and looked a little shocked at the guy that disturbed you two. „Chan- it’s not-“ you stumbled while looking at him. He just leaned back onto the wall a little and smirked amused. You were pretty confused about that since you expected him to be shocked or intimidated but he wasn’t. You looked at Lee know who was looking at Chan with almost the same smirk. He then looked at you and looked you straight into your eyes. „He knows about us.“ he said with an relaxed face. „what???“ you said confused. Suddenly you could feel soft breath hit your neck before you hear Chan whispering up into ur ear „Minho told me what a cute little slut you are once someone puts you in place.“ you clenched a bit as he said that,making you shiver. „Don’t you think you could help our birthday boy and make him have a great birthday?“ Lee know said looking innocently. That was when you remembered that you once told Lee know that you‘d like to fuck two guys at the same time. You never really mentioned it but it was quiet obvious that you found Chan attractive as hell. Lee know could tell from how you‘d stare at Chan‘s hands during the dinner or how you pressed your thighs together when he was wearing cropped top and his abs were showing a bit. You just nodded slowly since your throat was too dry to get out a single word. They both grinned. Suddenly Minho picks you up and carries you to Chan‘s bedroom. Chan told Han he should tell everyone to leave and then followed Lee know upstairs. Minho laid you down on the bed while Chan closed and locked the door.

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You watched both of them closely as Chan walked towards you and Minho sat down next to you. „You sure you wanna do this?“ Chan asked looking you into ur eyes. You nodded and smiled. „Good girl.“ he said and looked up and down at you. Your legs were crossed as you were a little nervous. Lee know then took your chin and started to kiss you. You gasped a little when you felt his hands on ur chest,softly playing with ur tits. You pulled away from him as you felt Chan’s hand on your thigh. You didn’t even notice that he sat down next to you watching you make out with his friend. He caressed ur inner thigh making you get goosebumps. He smiled at how your body reacted to his touch. Lee know then started to tug your shit showing you that you should take it off. You were a bit shy so you took it off slowly but that’s nothing the two boys didn’t enjoy. Lee know slowly opened ur bra making you blush. You tried to cover urself a bit as they both watched your body. Minho wanted to take off your skirt too but Chan stopped him. „I‘d like her to keep it on. She looks cute with it. Besides that…“ he stopped his sentence to flip ur skirt up,exposing ur skin under it. „She took of her underwear earlier“ Lee know scoffed a little. He couldn’t feel it earlier since he still had his clothes on. „What a pathetic slut you are y/n. Anyone could’ve seen ur core. Yet you’re still acting all shy and innocent.“ you looked away from him being embarrassed. „Are you gonna be a good little toy and please the both of us?“ Chan asked,whispering in your ear. You nodded. You groaned and grind a little on the bed sheets as you feel Chan slapping your thigh. „Words babygirl.“ you looked at the two of them and said „I will be a good toy to use for you two.“ they both smiled and looked satisfied. Chan laid his hand back down on your thighs while Lee know did the same thing on your other thigh. Chan traveled his fingers slowly down to your core where he started to touch you. You moaned a little bit as he spread ur folds. „gosh she’s so wet~“ Chan hummed. He removed his hands from you and pushed your mouth open with using his thumb. While he forced you to suck his fingers Lee know touched you softly. You slightly moaned around Chan‘s fingers and whimpered when he removed his fingers from your mouth. He started to slowly push one finger into you and you threw you head back in pleasure. Minho watched you closely to see all your reactions. He then used your juices to make his finger wet,entering a finger too. Chan and Lee know both had one finger in your core, moving them in and out. Minho pushed his in as Chan‘s left your pussy. You moaned every time one of them reached your sweet spot with the top of their fingers. Suddenly you felt a wet and warm feeling on your clit. You moaned out and looked down to see Minho eating you out. Chan was besides you again and started to make out with you. You kept on moaning into his mouth wich made his dick twitch every single time. „Fuck Minho~“ you moaned as you came. Lee know enjoyed how you clenched around his fingers,already being excited to feel you clench around his cock. He then pulled his fingers out of your throbbing pussy and licked them. „You should taste her too chris.“ Lee know said and stepped aside to make place for Chan. Chris used two fingers to collect some of your liquids. He then moved back to your face and smiled. He looked into your eyes while he licked one of his fingers clean. „You should get a taste too.“ you instantly opened your mouth and started to hungrily suck Chan‘s fingers. He looked down at you while you looked up at him with a innocent and needy gaze. Lee know undressed himself while you were busy with Chan‘s fingers. When you looked to the side you saw his hard dick. It’s a more than usual view for you but still he always made you clench a little with nothing but his naked self. You bit your lip and watched him as he positioned himself at your entrance. You turned around to Chan who was smirking. You looked up at him as you took of his pants making Lee know get impatient.

As soon as Chris was completely naked you started to tease his tip with your tongue. You suddenly almost screamed out when you felt Lee know enter you completely with no hesitation. Once you got used to his size you started to suck off Chris. You moaned around his dick multiple times making him twitch. After a short time you noticed that Chan wasn’t getting as much pleasure as you expected. It perhaps was because you couldn’t completely take him into your mouth because he was too thick and big. You licked around his tip for a few times and then looked up at him while a string of ur saliva was still connected with his dick. „Use my mouth daddy~“ he hardly swallowed when he heard you call him daddy. You took his right hand and placed it on your head. You looked at him again and took him into your mouth again. Chan then started to thrust into your throat making you gag. You could feel him twitch extremely as you did so. He then lost his shyness and used your mouth. Chris held your head in place and fucked into your throat while Lee know kept on thrusting into your pussy. „She‘s so pretty~“ Chan moaned out as tears started to fall down your cheeks from gaging all the time. „you like having your holes filled don’t you? Two of your friends using you for their own pleasure.“ Lee know teased. You moaned and clenched around him. „It’s so pathetic that you like it when we degrade you. You’re really nothing but a dumb slut for us to use.“ he began to thrust into you in an inhumane pace. You screamed as much as you could since Chris was still fucking your mouth. Your mascara ran down your face quickly as Chan thrusted sloppily. Lee know hardly thrusted a few more times before cumming into your cunt. At the almost same time Chris spilled his cum right down your throat and pulled out of your mouth. You swallowed quickly and catch breath. You then sticked out your tongue,showing Chan that you swallowed everything. „Good slut.“ he said while tapping his dick a few times against your tongue. Minho just laid beside you two and tried to recover from his high. „I think I never came this hard.“ he mumbled. You smiled. „Are we already done?“ you asked and spread your legs for the two of them,cum slowly leaking out of your Pussy. You were more than just fucked out. This was the best night you ever had and yet you didn’t want it to end. Chan and Lee know looked at each other and smirked. „Come here and sit on my dick pretty girl.“ Lee know said. You obeyed instantly and smiled. Chris moved behind you and pushed you a bit,making you lay your hands onto Minhos chest. For a few seconds nothing happened until you could feel Chan‘s tip at ur already full pussy too. That was when you’re eyes widened. „Are you gonna be good y/n?“ Chris asked. „Will you be our good little slut and take our dicks?“ you nodded. „good girl.“ Minho praised. Chan then started to push into your pussy. It hurted a lot and it took you some minutes to get used to both of them inside you. Once you were ready both started to move slowly and careful. „More~“ you moaned. That was the sign the two guys waited for. Lee know started to thrust into you while Chris did the same. „Shit y/n you’re such a whore.“ Chan said and spanked your ass. „I bet you love it so much when you’re cock hungry hole is filled by two dicks at the same time.“ you just moaned in respond,already being too brain dead to answer. „So good~“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you drool onto Lee knows chest. He didn’t mind it. In fact it turned him on a lot. „Fuck I’m gonna cum-“ Lee know breathed out. „Me too~“ Chris said. They both fucked you as fast as they could,the friction of their cocks being pressed on each other from your walls making them lose their mind. Before they could cum you did. You screamed out and let go completely. You grabbed onto the bedsheets next to Lee knows head and kept on moaning. „Oh my god~“ Chris moaned as he saw that you squirted onto both of their cocks and came into you. Lee know followed him. They both milked themselves while breathing heavily.

You almost felt like you’re gonna pass out since they overstimulated you. They both pulled out making you whine a little. „You did so good for us.“ Chan said while stroking your hair. You just hummed,being extremely exhausted. Chan took care of you and laid you down onto the bed after Lee know changed the bedsheets. Chris laid down on the right while Minho laid down on the other side. They covered you up with a blanket and hugged you tightly,trying to comfort you as much as they could while you drifted away into sleep. The two boys informed JYP later on and said they couldn’t go to the entertainment tomorrow. They swear each other they‘d take care of you the next day.

[skipper1331]

The drunk and the sober // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request. Hope you enjoy it.

Winning the league was always a phenomenal feeling and the party afterwards even more. Everyone could let go and drink. One thing you loved to do. You don't do it regularly, only on special occasions, a glass of wine or a beer for a birthday but let go completely? Only after significant wins. The league title was on of them.

You had a few drinks through the night, slightly tipsy (more than tipsy - you wouldn’t admit that) but when Sam challenged you who could drown more shots in one minute the competition started and the competitive self you were, you couldn't let her win. So, who would‘ve thought: you won.

But it definitely wasn't a good idea to drink that much in such a short amount of time because as a result, your head was spinning, you were babbling and you couldn't walk properly.

There weren't many sober ones, actually just one person: Jessie. She knew how you would get If alcohol was in your system so she decided not to drink. At least not too much. The whole night she only had one beer.

Seeing the canadian stand by herself, you stumbled your way over to her, your arm flying around her shoulder. Instantly, her right arm went around your back while her left held on to your stomach so you wouldn‘t fall. "You know you’re pretty… pretty amazing" you slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek. The brunette blushed like crazy, looking away from you "thank you" she whispered, you didn‘t hear it though. Maybe because it was too loud and her voice too quiet or because you‘re already back at Erins side, drinking a shot yet you couldn‘t leave your eyes off Jess.

"Hi, I’m just planning my future and I wanted to ask you: Are you free for the rest of your life?" you giggled, leaning your body against hers. Again, her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, smiling along. "How do you manage to look so stunning every day? When I look at you, I become speechless." your fingers played with a strand of her hair "you‘re looking at me and you‘re talking" Jessie replied, trying to cover up her flustered state. You looked at her frowning - confused - too much to work for your brain. Walking her back to the nearest wall, you trapped her body between yourself and the wall, your arms next to her head. You gazed down to her lips, biting your own.

Everyone knew there was chemistry and sexual tension between the two of you. "The one thing I can’t resist in this life is your lips so can I borrow a kiss? I promise to give it back." Drunk-you was confident and bold, the attitude you needed when it came to Jessie. Her hand made it‘s way to your cheek, finding a rest "i don‘t kiss drunks" patting your cheek, she grinned. Where did that confidence came from? It was hot. "Just to let you know: I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra friendly to someone who is extra attractive" you declared, pulling her body closer to yours, you wanted to feel her touch.

"Let‘s take you home, my little flirt, you‘re wasted." The canadian slung an arm around you as she supported you on the way out of the bar. Quickly, Jess called an uber, not having her car near as she came with Niamh. "Who did you call?" you asked, not liking that her attention wasn‘t focused on you, "an uber."

Your head fell in the crook of her neck with the intention to hug her, but her neck was so tempting to be kissed, practically begging. You couldn‘t help yourself, tenderly pressing your lips against it. Jess sharply inhaled "Y/n" her voice was breathless. You continued to kiss her neck for a few moments before you pulled back, looking at her. Her cheeks were red, a thing that seemed to have been going on all evening. "Let’s flip a coin. Heads I’m yours. Tails you’re mine." frantically, you searched for a coin, having no luck with finding one. The canadian laughed softly, your expression too cute (furrowed brows and a big pout with puppy dog eyes) "I- I don‘t have a coin," you looked at her, your voice sad, "whatever you‘re mine anyway" you said, your voice back with confidence. Slowly, Jessie couldn‘t take it anymore, her heart was about to explode. Parts of her new, it‘s only the drunk side of you flirting with her and that you‘d probably wouldn‘t remember anything tomorrow but she hoped for it. She hoped you would flirt with her 24/7, charm her, make her feel loved. "The uber is here, come with me" she grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the car "oh, i wish" you mumbled at the verge of falling asleep.

The whole ride your head rested on Jessie‘s shoulder, your eyes closing every now and then.

As the canadian paid the driver, you stumbled your way out of the car to the door of your home. "Hey! Don’t walk without me. I don‘t want you to fall" she wrapped an arm around, "i fell already…" you admitted, gazing in her beautiful eyes as they went big "what? Are you hurt?!" The midfielder scanned over your face, arms, legs, no sign that you were hurt "…for you."

Playfully, she hit your chest, a laugh escaping her while you looked at her as if she hung the stars up in the sky.

"So? Are we going to stay here the whole night?" she questioned, indirectly asking for the door key - you didn‘t get it, looking at her confused, "where is your key?" she clarified her question "in my back poket" you answered, feeling dizzy as you grabbed door knob, the alcohol showing its side effect.

"I‘m going to touch you to get the key, okay?" the innocence in her voice, doing things to you.

"Fuck, Jess, you can touch me anywhere you please"

Not only her face turned red, but also the rest of her body was on fire. Her hand slipped in your back pocket, grabbing the key. Wordlessly, she opened the door, still having a hold on your waist as she walked you in, carefully so you wouldn‘t trip over. Oddly enough, you didn't feel nauseous, just dizzy and lovey-dovey towards Jess. "Let‘s get you to bed" the midfielder almost had to carry you as much weight as you leaned on her, not in the state of mind to walk. She let out a sigh of relief as your body hit the mattress. "Don‘t close your eyes, we need to get you changed" you sat back up, holding your head.

"I‘ll get you a glass of water" not even a minute later, the brunette was back. "Drink up" she said as she held the bottle to your lips. You tried not to spill anything but failed, water droplets spread on your shirt. "Do you like my shirt?" you asked, grinning. "I do-"

"It’s made out of girlfriend material" her cheeks flushed red (annoyed at herself that it happens that often around you), giggling.

She grabbed some clothes out of your drawers before she changed you in to them, ever so gently.

As you were comfortable in bed, Jess covered your body with the duvet. "Please, don‘t go," you whispered in the room, interlacing your fingers together, "Take my clothes and come here," you patted the free side of the bed "i don‘t want you to go home alone. Please stay."

She couldn‘t say no to you, not when you looked so vulnerable and small.

She grabbed an oversized shirt and shorts, quickly changing in to the outfit before she walked to 'her side' of the bed, slipping under the covers. You moved your body close to hers, it was like your body was magically drawn to her. Your head rested on her shoulder, your breath hitting her neck while your legs tangled together, her arms protectively around your small figure. "Can’t wait until tomorrow because you get more and more beautiful every day." was your last thing spoken for the night as you drifted off to sleep, your soft snores filling the dark room. "Sweet dreams…," the midfielder mumbled, pressing a good night kiss on your head, "…I hope i‘m in them."

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Pt. 2 the next morning

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[feyre-darling92]

Hey, hello.

I saw that you also wrote for SW and I have a proposal. It’s really overdone in the ff-world so I understand if you don‘t wanna do this but

Luke (or any SW character you prefer) and the reader being stuck in a very small and narrow room.

It can be sweet, smutty, whatever you prefer if you decide to write it.

Stay hydrated ~~

Hello, dear! This trope never gets old, in fact it's one of my favourites and it was really fun writing this! I hope you like it and be safe

Word Count: 663

T/W: uh, nothing too serious, Han being himself

"I can't believe Han sent us without a plan or something" you crossed your arms against your chest annoyed.

It was not the first time, nor the last that you'd end up somewhere with no way out but this time things were a little more complicated.

Yeah, being trapped in a building without an exit, surrounded by imperials, and being alone with the person you had a hard crush on wasn't the ideal situation.

"I think there is an exit" Luke whispered, his head outside of the room searching the perimeter for any troopers, "Follow me"

"Are you sure?" you quietly approached and stood behind him.

"Do we have another option?"

"Lead the way"

You both got out, quietly and carefully making your way out of the corridor when you heard someone walking your way. Of course, the sound of the boots of the troopers couldn't be mistaken so you did the first thing that came to your mind.

You opened the door of a room you'd just realized existed and dragged Luke inside, quickly closing the door.

What you didn't count was that this was a storage room, a small space. A very small space. And as if this wasn't enough, Luke landed right on top of you.

"Are you al-"

"Shhh" you cut off Luke, the troopers passing in front of you.

You both held your breaths, at least until you were sure the danger had passed, and it was so quiet you could hear a pin falling. You just wished he couldn't hear your heart beating because it beat fast. Too fast.

"Are you alright?" he asked again after a while and you nodded. All you could focus to right now was how close he was to you, hands against the wall on either side of your head, body too close to yours.

"I think it's safe now" your cheeks flushed red.

"Yeah, I think so too"

You tried to grab the doorknob but he was in front of it, "Could you please move over?"

"Wish I could"

"Perfect" you muttered and leaned forward, practically hugging him in order to get a better hold of the handle.

You turned it and- nothing happened. Panicking, you tried again but you got the same results.

"Shit"

"What happened?"

"The door"

"What?" he asked quietly and you whispered aggressively, "I can't open it"

"You're joking"

"I am not!"

"Alright, uh, ask Leia for help"

"Leia" you shouted-whispered to your com-link, "Leia!"

"What happened? Are you alright?"

"We're stuck in a storage room"

"A what? Are you kidding?"

"No, we need help!"

"Alright, we're coming" she sighed and closed the line.

"She is coming," you told Luke.

"I heard that"

"Uh huh," you said awkwardly. This was the worst situation you could ever imagine yourself in.

"Are you alright?" he asked after a while.

"Um, yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because your face is red"

"It's nothing" you replied as calmly as you could.

He leaned in closer, his face now inches apart from yours, "Can I-"

Instead of replying you brought your lips to his, finally kissing him. He brought his hand at the back of your head and you lifted your hand to cup his cheek, both lost in the sensation when you heard a loud bang and the door opened.

"Luke, Y/N, are you he-" Han's voice was heard but when he saw you two he immediately froze in place.

"Han, couldn't you be louder? They didn't hear you on the other floor, and you guys what were you-" Leia followed and stood frozen next to Han.

"Took you long enough" Leia grinned at the sight of you two.

"True. But no sex on the cockpit" Han said.

"Han!" You, Luke and Leia shouted and he raised his hands in defeat, "Alright, I'm sorry!"

"Are you alright?" she asked, seriously this time.

"Yeah" you replied, "Better than ever, actually" Luke add and his hand found yours.

[eden031]

We love in our own time

Douglas Bailey x original female character

Angst, grief, loss of a spouse, mentions of pregnancy

Emily Prentiss POV

Emily comes into contact with the complex family structure of Ray Madison

„YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS!“ the voice of a woman rang through the door. Emily backed away from the door of the director‘s office. One part of her mind telling her to back off and let the director handle his own affairs, the other part extremely interested in what the director of the FBI was up to at the moment. Especially since it seemed to involve a very frustrated woman.

„I DON‘T CARE WHAT YOU TOLD ME! I AM NOT ONE OF YOUR AGENTS, FOR FUCKS SAKE!“ the voice came from the room again. Interesting, it wasn‘t rare that people from outside the FBI came to visit the director, however only few people would dare talk to him like this. Emily‘s mind narrowed the possibilities of who this person was down to a hand full of options:

The first option: this was a very disgruntled wife of the director that had confronted him about something that he had done. This was unlikely since the voice seemed to be coming from a younger woman and Emily hoped that this was not the voice of someone married to the director.

The second option: his daughter that had come here about something that she apparently wanted to discuss and now things had escalated. From the way the woman was speaking, this seemed to be the most likely of possibilities.

„I DID YOU THE FUCKING COURTESY OF TELLING YOUR BEFORE I EVEN TOLD HIM AND THIS IS HOW YOU REACT?! SINCE I WAS LITTLE IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT YOU AND HOW EVERYTHING I DID COULD REFLECT BADLY ON YOU, SO HELL WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED THAT YOU EVEN CRITICIZE THE MAN THAT I WANT TO MARRY!“ the voice seemed to be falling into a deep rage and Emily was now sure that it was the second option.

„YOU INTRODUCED US! YOU WERE THE ONE TO INTRODUCE US AT OUR HOME, YOU BROUGHT HIM INTO OUR HOME AND INTRODUCED HIM TO ME! YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU THOUGHT THAT HE WAS A GOOD MAN AND THAT IS HOW YOU REACT WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I WANT TO MARRY AND BUILT A FAMILY WITH SAID GOOD MAN?“

Emily realized that this was something that the director would probably be in a bad mood about for a while. She cringed as she heard a sob from the room.

„I THOUGHT THAT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE YOU COULD BE HAPPY FOR ME, BUT APPARENTLY YOU HAVE A STICK SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU CANNOT EVEN BE HAPPY ABOUT YOUR OWN CHILD BEING A PARENT WITH SOMEONE THEY LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.“ with that the door was pulled open, slamming against the wall of the office and a young woman stormed out. Her face tear stained, the trail of tears visible on her face as she raced down the corridor. The mob of brown hair flowing behind her as she disappeared down the corridor.

Emily stood there in silence for a moment perplexed by what she had just witnessed. As she looked up the director stood at his desk, his expression showing pure defeat.

„Come in Agent Prentiss.“ the man sighed letting himself fall into his chair, rubbing his face as he closed his eyes. „So are you going to tell me how horrible of a person I am or that I should apologize to her regardless of what I said?“ the man asked as he leaned back in his chair.

“No, sir…I“ Emily was about to say that she did not know what this whole situation had been about in the first place, but the director gave her a warning glare.

„I think there was definitely an issue of communication here, but where that came from I cannot tell you, since I do not know what you told her-„ Emily looked at the older man toying with the pen laying on his desk. She was curious and wanted to know more about this whole thing, but the director and her had never gotten on well before and she did not think that he would tell her about his deep rooted issues with his daughter now.

„You see Agent Prentiss, my daughter always knew what she wanted. Since she was a toddler there was only one way and that was her way.“ the man smiled and laughed slightly, shaking his head in amusement. „After she told me that she was in a relationship with her fiance I told her: be careful! The job that we do is not easy and it requires sacrifices. That had already lead to an argument regarding what I had sacrificed to be in the position I am in now.“ he sighed, placing the pen down, now beginning to toy with a piece of paper.

Emily nodded, a suspicion dawning on her that there was a deep rooted problem. The director seemed to want to help his daughter by recognizing his own shortcomings and the consequences that a job like theirs had, to let her know what problems could arise in a relationship like that. His daughter seemed angry about these shortcomings more than the fact that he was trying to help her, it seemed like he realized what he had done wrong, but had in her eyes never done anything to fix it.

„When she told me they would get married I was thrilled. I mean my only child getting married to someone that I think is a good man, a man that can take good care of my daughter. I told her as much, but also let her know that there were some issues on a separate occasion. I just want to help her and protect her from the same fate so many relationships have when working in the FBI.“ the director sighed and shook his head.

Emily knew well enough the toll of working for the FBI could have on a relationship, not only from first hand experience, but also from seeing the relationships of people around her crumble to dust, seeing messy divorces and the mourning of loss. She knew that being married to an FBI Agent could always bring pain.

„I do not want to overstep any boundaries, Sir. But I think your daughter knows very well what consequences her chosen life will have, but it seems that she hopes that it will be different for her. Maybe she just wants you to be her father for now, not a fellow FBI Agent. And you told her about your worries, if she does not want to listen to you, then maybe you have to understand that she had to go through this on her own.“ Emily set the files down she had been holding and took a seat behind the desk of the director.

„I just don‘t want to see her be in the same situation as my wife had been…“ he sighed, shaking his head. „I don‘t have many regrets Agent Prentiss, but there is one thing that I will always regret: not being able to be there for my family when it was most important.“ he shook his head. A somber expression crossed over his features. Emily‘s eyes found the picture sitting on his desk, in the picture were the director and a woman about his age, both of them smiling brightly. In between them stood a young woman, the talar shining softly in the sun. She stood closer to her mother than the director. To the untrained eye it looked like a happy family picture, though Emily could see the disdain in the face of the younger woman, that she wanted to be closer to her mother rather than being close to her father. A sad smile passed across his face as he saw that Emily had seen the picture.

Emily stared at the woman, the black dress doing little to conceal her pregnancy. An empty stare directed at the casket, a stare that made cold shivers run down Emily‘s spine. She could see the tear stains on her cheeks as she leaned against the director, burying her face in his suit, sobs wrecking her entire body. As the flag had been folded and the casket lowered into the ground and his parents had spoken at the headstone she moved away from her father again. Emily saw her taking shaky steps towards the small podium.

„Doug…“ she paused, a sniffle coming from her as she brushed away tears from her cheek. „I think all of us can say that the one thing he could do was make you laugh. No matter what had happened, no matter how grim the mood he could always make sure that everyone was happy. He always knew the right things to say, always had the right words for every situation. And to be honest, I think he would know what to say now, more than I do. So I want to say that Douglas was a good man, a man with his heart in the right place that only wanted to do was right. At the beginning of our relationship-„ another sob came from the woman, she took a shaky breath. Emily realized at that moment that the woman would not be able to finish her speech. „he would always say. ‚We will love in our own time, we are young, all the time in the world is ours.‘ One of the few times he wasn‘t right.“ then it happened. She began sobbing violently. Big tears came running down her cheeks as she pressed her hand in front of her mouth, visibly trying to calm her breath. „I never thought it would be us.“

Emily heard her say it as the director gently guided her away from the headstone. She had to suppress tears herself now, no one ever thought that it would be them, no one wanted it to be themselves. No one in this job had all the time in the world.

[c-tim3]

Selfish desire - Vyn

Tears of Themis - Vyn

Word count: 1.5K

GN attorney reader x Vyn Richter

Genre: fluff with a little bit of tension, NO smut

Possible trigger / TW: mention of food for two sentences (a meal), physical touch, messed up sleep schedule, a lot of eye contact, could trigger your daddy issue due to a manly figure caring about you!

Contains: cuddles, comfort, softness, holding each other, caring about you and taking care of you, falling asleep at the end

Have a quick glance into the Oneshot!

I don‘t know if that was a compliment or a bold but nice insult from him… I stay silent, thinking about what exactly it was he used. His hands move down to my back. Gently going up and down. Am i that transparent?

„Y/N. I knew because desires can be our downfall if we do not control it. Most people will do so much for their own selfishness. It‘s disgusting. But you‘re just to curious for this world.“ shit, he‘s right. That‘s kinda unfair… I barely know how he‘s feeling and here I am. Exposed.

Also: Do NOT copy and repost my work to claim it as your own.

You are allowed to share it! <3

Y/N = Your Name <3

Let‘s begin!

How did you end up in this situation?…

We were simply fooling around and here we are holding each other close. His scent smells like roses and sweet tea. It’s a perfectly balanced smell. I can smell it quite good even tho he is just holding me really close to his own body. Ok it‘s like, really close I must admit.

It drives me crazy.

*FLASHBACK*

„You can… move a little closer, lean against me and take a rest Y/N“

„Dr.Richter- I don‘t think this is quite the right time for this. We have to solve the case“ I sighed in distress while my eyes are glued to the documents

„We stayed up all night for this case and it is already 7 am my dear Y/N. We should rest. I also can not believe that I let you do this to yourself“ was all he responded. I felt his voice vibrating in my body, deep in my core.

Of course I was freaking tired but… why should I admit that? It‘s normal for an attorney to have this kind of sleep schedule. What I don‘t quite understand is why he stayed up with me all night. He could have just gone to sleep like i‘m not even in the NXX Headquarters.

Vyns sudden movement brings me back to Reality

„Dr. Richter what are you doing?“

„Oh, do not mind me. I will be back in a moment.“ He smiled and adjusted his glasses. „Stay here in the meantime“

He didn‘t even give me a chance to ask another question… where was he going? All though he said he will be right back I still wonder what he‘s doing… normally he says it willingly what he‘ll do. Why not now? Also, why the hell would I listen to him and stay? I have my own free will and can chose what I do with my life!

Sitting there a few minutes waiting for Vyns return you look around. Then at the case files. Hm, maybe he‘s right. My concentration is getting worse and I can barely keep my eyes open…

I can‘t suppress my curiosity and stand up, following him in the direction he was going.

I can’t hear him. It‘s dead silent. I look around. Listening for a sound on the floor. In the walls. I only hear my own breath. And… Cooking water? The kitchen? I quietly. No, quickly walk to the kitchen. suddenly I get grabbed and I can’t move. Wait- I can‘t move?!

„Hey- What are you doi!-„

„Shhh“ Vyn calmly says and smiles as he holds me close to his body. His golden eyes looking right into mine as if he could see my soul.

„What are you doing Dr. Richter?“ I Said quieter this time. Not resisting him in this current position.

„I am making you take a break. I knew that you would follow me.“

Wait- was he serious?…

„How did you know?“

„I simply used a little psychology trick, nothing more really. You are easy to read, which makes it easier for me.“

I‘m not sure if that was a compliment or a bold but nice insult from him… I stay silent, thinking about what exactly it was he used. His hands move down to my back. Gently going up and down. Am I that transparent?

„Y/N. I knew because desires can be our downfall if we do not control it. Most people will do so much for their own selfishness. It‘s disgusting. But you‘re just to curious for this world.“ shit, he‘s right. That‘s kinda unfair… I barely know how he‘s feeling and here I am. Exposed.

[Desire is natural. If you do not control it, it will be your downfall sooner or later.] Right, that‘s what he said to Artem that one time… why exactly he said that I‘m not sure.

„I‘m really that easy to read huh?“

Kind of a pity… if I have a surprise for him he would know it even before I would! If I act rash or sudden, would he know to?

„Yes you are easy to read. But only because I know you as a friend and team partner. Now would you be so nice and give me my glasses back? I want to see you clearly“

Hey, I can use this do my advantage! can I trick him into thinking what I will do next? I look into his golden eyes with a slight teasing grin.

„Are you saying that you desire to see me, Vyn? Can‘t you be selfish sometimes too? You‘re only human yourself you know.“

Vyns eyes widen surprised. That‘s because he didn‘t saw this answer coming. Suddenly he smirks charmingly, using this moment to lean closer to my face. Looking deep in my eyes with his beautiful golden eyes that shine so beautifully in the ligh-

„So what if I do? I can also lean this close to you so I can see you. I can see your perfect details like this just fine. Due to my Nearsightedness that is.“ I feel his warm breath against my lips. I imagine how is lips would feel against mine… soft? Warm? A kiss full of love and passion?

Staring into each other’s eyes, being this close to one another not only face to face but also body on body. I feel the heat in my body begins to rise quicker than paper would be on fire. That‘s not good… but, is it?

„U-Uh. Dr. Richt-“

„Call me Vyn.“ I felt his warm breath again within his sigh.

„Uhm, Vyn.?“

„Yes? What do you want to say to me?“

I stare into his eyes. What do I wanted to say again?… as i start to loose myself in his eyes my gaze get‘s softer. I look at his eyes, his lips and his nose. His soft cheeks.

A few seconds pass when i finally collect myself again.I look around for a good second. Damn it… i can‘t reach the table when we‘re so close like this. As Vyn is still observing your every move, your facial expressions (yes even the micro-expressions) i look at his glasses in my hand. Here goes nothing.

I put his glasses back on due to the lack of movement in my body to reach the table. I lay my hand on his cheek and still look at his features, completely loosing myself into his gaze. Again. Oh his gaze… how soft it was. Do caring. Looking at me in the most loving way one could imagine. It‘s like the world has no troubles and worry’s. The safe place you go to every time you don‘t feel well. His soft lips kiss my hand, helping me gain control over myself again.

„Y/N? You wanted to say something“

„Ah!- Right“ I quickly remove my hand from his face and look away „so… I wanted to ask why you stayed up all night with me when you could have just gone home and let me work all by myself.“ obviously not because I was to curious about what you were doing!

I feel his hands wandering softly from my back to my face, cupping it with his big hands. I look at him again.

„I am a gentleman, Y/N. How could I leave you all alone working at night? Not only that but when I am with you I can keep an eye on you while you are working. I care for you as I do not want you to overwork yourself. I think I will have a talk with Artem about that today. He has been overworking you lately…“

I can sense a slight bitter tone in his last sentence…

I‘m to tired to ask about it further. Maybe he just doesn‘t like to see me overworked? Or perhaps it‘s because he deeply cares about me? Wants to be with me whenever he can.

„Hmm. if you want to then go ahead“ I nod. He‘s not wrong after all… I stay up all night just to get to work early in the morning. Sleeping in my lunch break and therefore not eating much… oh how badly I want a good meal after this case is over. I sigh.

„Sometimes it‘s not fair that you‘re always right Vyn“ I look at him. He quietly laughs amused.

„Oh my sweet Y/N“ he easily lifts me up and carries me to the guest room in the Headquarters. „Let’s call it a day, lean against me and let me take care of you.“ suddenly feeling my tiredness I lean against him as he brings us to the bed. „Excuse me that i will be in the same bed as you“

„I don‘t mind Vyn“ I snuggle up against him, taking in his comforting scent. There it is again, the rosy tea scent that I love so much. Finally relaxing i add: „I don‘t mind if it‘s you“

As i fall asleep in his arms, feeding off of his body heat, i hear a faint „have a good rest my love. I will make you something to eat after you have Woking up“ with a soft forehead kiss following.

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That‘s it everyone!~

I hope you liked it, make sure to like it please~

This took more time than it should‘ve ngl.

Also, this is my first Oneshot in a VERY long time so don‘t be to harsh on me now

[waiting-for-motivation]

childhood friends

summary: Boba Fett contacts an old friend to help him out in Mos Espa. Together they fight. (Y/n) quickly develops an stronger bond with Din Djarin.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand

warnings: !SPOILERS! canon typical violence, fighting, some angst, fluff

words: 1413

a/n: kind of inspired by this post and me being obsessed with clones and buir skirata lol

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“You should really check the backdoor!“

Every single weapon inside the ruins of the Sanctuary aims at her; Fennecs modified sniper rifle, Bobas blaster rifle as well as Dins blaster. For one moment, the air is so thick, no one dares to breathe. Then Boba laughs warmly, lowers his blaster and approaches (Y/n). While Fennec follows the lead of the Daimyo, Din keeps his visor focused on the stranger. He watches Boba welcome her with a tight hug, even picking her up a bit. A keldabe kiss follows.

With a wide smile on his lips, Boba turns around, one arm still around (Y/n)s shoulders. “This is (Y/n) Skirata, my friend and our reinforcement“, Boba introduces her. Finally, Din lowers his blaster too and replaces it to his thigh holster. The female Mandalorian lowers her gaze to greet Bobas friends, at the same time reaching for her helmet and removing it. That doesn‘t really surprise Din at all, Boba showed him there are more ways than one to be a real Mandalorian.

“Fennec“, (Y/n) smiles cheekily and winks at the sniper. Fennec only rolls her eyes and turns back to the entrance, watching out for any possible danger. The two of them seem to have got a past together, still Boba and (Y/n) seem closer, like they know each other for decades. Only Din has no idea who she is, but right now he is more interested in solving the conflict in Mos Espa. However, Din has to admit that (Y/n) looks rather gorgeous under her helmet.

The three Mandalorians and the sniper stand in the ruins of the Sanctuary, waiting for messages of their allies and or action from the Pyke Syndicate. For a long time nothing happens, still no one dares to interrupt said silence. Then a hooded figure approaches the bombed cantina. The second Boba recognizes the hat which belongs to Cad Bane, he grabs (Y/n) by the biceps and drags her back inside the Sanctuary. “You stay here. Keep your thoughts of revenge to yourself. He is not worth it. I will sort that out, do you understand me?“

“They were your brothers too. How can you keep so calm? He killed dozens of them! He deserves to die!“, (Y/n) whisper yells with much emotion. One might even see tears in her eyes. Hopelessly, she tries to get out of Bobas firm grip to kill Cad Bane, who murdered so many clones, so many family members.

“And he will, ad‘ika!“, Boba returns with a smile. He pats (Y/n)s cheek with his gloved hand and then leaves her in the middle of carbonized wreckage and bodies. She takes a deep breath. Her mind tells her to listen to her childhood best friend, but her heart screams for revenge. (Y/n) has hardly taken a step forward when a hand gets placed on top of her chest armor. The strange Mandalorian, Din as she remembers Boba calling him in his holo message, stops her. “This won’t make you feel any better. Boba knows what he does.“

“I don‘t think so. He once punched me in the face while I was still wearing my helmet. A Mandalorian should know the quality of pure beskar“, (Y/n) grumbles as she shrugs Dins hand off her armor. With her blaster in hand, she takes position at a bigger opening and aims at the head of Cad Bane. She hesitates, even more when the stupid stubborn Mandalorian rests a hand on her blaster and pushes it down. “He might deserve it, but if you pull that trigger, war will come way faster.“

(Y/n) rolls her eyes because Din is right and replaces her blaster to its holster. She leans against a stone, eventually sitting down on the dusty floor. The voices of Boba and his old enemy reach the destroyed walls of the Sanctuary, currently everything seems calm.

“Who did he kill?“, Din asks silently. Now and then his gaze wanders from the two men outside to the female Mandalorian at his feet. The helmet is back on top of her head, probably to cover up every emotion. Slowly, the visor tilts aside as if to consider if (Y/n) wants to tell this stranger something so personal. Looking at their current situation, they could be dead by tomorrow, so (Y/n) starts talking.

“My family. My brothers. Clones“, (Y/n) answers in few words. The faces of dead men appear in front of her inner eye. She misses them deeply and wishes to avenge them. “My father brought me with him to train them. That is how I met Boba. We kind of grew up together.“

Din opens his mouth to return something, but Boba already returns, explaining their next steps. Fennec leaves them to cut off the snakes head. Boba, Din and (Y/n) stay in the Sanctuary and wait for the best. But soon the worst arrives: more than a dozen Pykes. While Boba and Din discuss about honor and the right way, (Y/n) arms herself.

“Could you stop flirting for a moment?“, she asks snarky and steps in between the two Mandalorians to throw a grenade in front of the Pykes feet. The war starts. At first, the Mandalorians fight well and kill many Pyke soldiers, but eventually they get overrun. (Y/n) gets shot in the thigh and falls to the ground. Din covers her, trying his best to stay uninjured himself.

The moment the three are at their breaking point, kneeling on the floor, hope returns with the people of Freetown. Din drags (Y/n) behind their land speeder and is quick to treat her injury. Her blood paints his gloves, yet he presses a hand to her thigh while the other one rips a piece of his cape. As Din tightens the cloth around (Y/n)s injured leg, she groans under her helmet, but also thanks him for taking care of her.

For one second there was hope for them, but then these huge droids appeared and started bombarding the soldiers of the great Daimyo. Most run for their lives, only the Mandalorians stick together until (Y/n) gets an idea. “Boba, get your new lovely pet. And we…do our best.“ Boba nods without saying a word and leaves them.

With Dins arm around her waist, (Y/n) manages to run from the droids because fighting them has no use. Again and again they are almost hit, the blast letting them fall over a few times. At last, Din pulls (Y/n) into a house. They entrench themselves in there, hoping for the best. A small loophole allows them to frantically shoot at the droids.

“If we survive this, I will kill Boba myself for requesting me here on this stupid sandy planet“, (Y/n) growls as she leans her head against the wall, sitting next to the Mandalorian and waiting for the droids to stop blasting at their shelter. The visors of their helmets meet and both smile, not knowing the other does.

“I‘ll help you“, Din returns with a chuckle and starts shooting again. His few blaster bolts are quickly followed by another bombardment. He sighs exhausted, not knowing what to do right now. Walking out of their hideout will definitely kill one of them, so waiting is the best option right now, waiting for Boba to return with reinforcements.

“Hey, what ship do you have?“, (Y/n) asks randomly. She has taken off her helmet and is now smiling directly at Din, who is rather confused. They are in the middle of a war and this strange woman asks him about his ship. After some time, he opens his mouth, knowing this conversation might distract from death waiting outside.

“N-1 Starfighter.“ “Pre Empire? I like that!“ “Have you got a ship?“ “Of course! A Razor Crest, not as fast as your starfighter, but more room and-“ “You fly a Razor Crest?“ “Yes, that‘s what I just said.“

Din has to suppress a laugh. The female Mandalorian instantly becomes ten times more sympathetic to him. “After this is done, you can come with me for a short ride“, (Y/n) suggests as she realizes Dins fascination. Before she replaces her helmet, she smiles cheekily and even winks at him. Then she turns her focus back on the droids.

“I would love to“, Din whispers and aims his blaster back at the droids. Both want this fight to end, not just because of their shared friend Boba, but also to get to know each other better and go on that trip with (Y/n)s Razor Crest.

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Wap [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: An inconvenience turns into one of the best nights ever. (Including Peter freaking out cause you’re singing explicit lyrics.)

warning: smut, swearing probably, wap (lyrics) idk

word count: 3.1k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

Spilled drink. White t-shirt. No bra.

That’s your current predicament.

But luckily Peter’s there to rescue you.

You’re at a party and apparently some people here have no eyes, because this one guy just walked straight into you, resulting in him pouring the contents of his cup all over your chest. You ran to one of the rooms before he could even apologise.

“If there was a wet t-shirt contest, I‘d win for sure,” you tell Peter, who’s on the phone with you. He’s stopping at your place to get you a new shirt, before he comes to the party himself.

“That bad?” he chuckles, “Just got the spare key. What top do you want? The one you wore the other week when we were all at Mj’s?”

You’re quiet for a second, trying to think of what you wore.

“The purple one,” he says.

“Wow, great memory. Yeah. That one will do, can you see it?”

“Got it, it’s right here. I’ll be there in, like, ten minutes then.”

“Oh, wait. Could you also bring me a bra? That shirt can be a bit scratchy around my—”

“Yup!” He cuts you off, “Where are they?”

“Just the bottom drawer.”

“Umm,” you can picture him blushing at the sight of your bras.

“It‘s just underwear, Peter.”

“Yeah, yeah I know- which one do you want?”

“Can you see a navy one?”

“Got that one r-right here, okay see you in ten!” he hangs up before you can chuckle at him being so adorably nervous.

You preoccupy yourself on your phone while you wait for Peter, wet shirt, now see-through, clinging to your chest.

Only a few minutes later, you hear a knock and Peter’s voice calling out your name.

You open the door for him and damn he looks good in his button-up shirt. He smells delicious too.

“Um,” his eyes flicker down to your chest for a second, “hi.” He steps in so you can close the door, and hands you your shirt and bra, neatly folded into each other.

You start pulling your shirt off your body, but he’s still staring.

“Uh, could you-?” you motion for him to turn around.

“Of course- sorry!”

You change into dry clothes quickly. “Thanks so much, Peter. You saved my ass,” finally hugging him to say hello properly.

“No problem, really. So.. whose room is this?”

“No idea but it‘s nice. D‘you wanna stay here a bit? It hasn‘t been just us two in ages, I wanna hang out with you again.”

“As long as I have you I don‘t care what we do. I don‘t really know anyone else at this party anyway,” he shrugs.

“Well, Ned and Betty are here. And you know Niall, who invited us to this party, we can go spend time with him if you want to.”

“I already said hi but he‘s busy being the host and all. And Ned and Betty probably snuck away somewhere to make out.”

“Well like I said, it‘s cool to be just with you. No one will notice if we stay in here the whole time so.”

As you two sit on a stranger’s bed, making each other laugh, it makes you happier than ever. You could stay like this with Peter forever.

You can hear the faint beat of the music from downstairs, but at some point, you two turn on your own music on your phone, making funny videos for your private story.

You end up sitting on a small circular carpet in front of the mirror against the wall, taking a video of you two in the mirror.

You stick out your tongue and nudge Peter to do the same. You’re watching the screen of your phone, inching closer and closer to Peter until the tips of your tongues touch briefly.

Sitting back and ending the video with a giggle, you direct your attention to Peter entirely.

You turn, so you’re face to face with him, your knees touching, Peter looking at you with big eyes. Leaning forward, you’re only inches away from him.

Your attention doesn’t shift from Peter, even as you can hear the beat of your new favourite song from downstairs, the music from your phone having stopped.

Peter’s eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes a few times, but he doesn’t move forward, too nervous to be rejected by you.

Your moment is interrupted as the door opens, the music a lot louder now, and one of your friends drags you along with her to go downstairs because this is the song you two have been singing to together for a week now, both loving it.

Peter stays in the room a bit longer, hearing the intro line of the song being repeated a few times.

Whores in this house

There’s some whores in this house

He remembers how you posted this song on your story when it first came out.

He’d rather not have to watch you sing those explicit lyrics, but he can’t stay in this random room on his own.

On his way down the stairs, he sees you on a sofa in the sitting area, surrounded by other girls, all of you shouting the lyrics.

I said, certified freak, seven days a week

Wet ass pussy, make that pull-out game weak

He tries not to pay attention to the lyrics, tries to forget just how close you two were only a few seconds ago.

Peter honestly tries to keep his eyes off of you, pretending to be preoccupied, getting some snacks, while the song plays.

Except that it’s not just any song.

Yeah you fucking with some wet ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy

He eats some of the snacks, while thinking about eating your pussy, as if he’s not watching your every movement, watching you flawlessly repeat the lyrics as if you’d written them yourself. How you and your girlfriends are hyping each other up, dancing on each other playfully and just having fun.

Peter’s got his mouth full with food he’s not even looking at while wondering how accurate the lyrics are.

He’s aware that the song lyrics are exaggerated, but you’re singing along so comfortably that there has to be some truth to it. To be honest you could make him hard just from that confidence alone, no matter what lyrics you were singing.

Put this pussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

It’s not the first time that Peter imagines you doing those things to him, but he’s in the middle of a party, so this is not ideal.

As the song ends after two more painfully long minutes, he finally acts normal again, going to stand by a group of guys that seem nice enough.

You’re still giggling with your friends, but Peter catches your attention shift. Your eyes scan the room and you bite your lip as they finally land on Peter, you standing up and making a beeline for him.

“You wanna go back?” you motion to the stairs and he nods immediately.

You pull him through the corridor with your hand around his wrist.

Once you’re both back in the room, you push the door shut quickly and take a step closer to Peter.

“Sorry, I believe we were interrupted earlier.”

You cup his face and simply press a kiss to his lips.

He melts into the kiss straight away but steps back after a few seconds because you’re both smiling too hard to kiss.

In the short break away from his lips, you push him onto the bed and get on top of him, your arms holding you up, ass in the air and you start kissing him again.

Your tongue is at his lips very quickly, and he opens them, letting your tongue touch his as you two find a rhythm to work with.

In between, you switch from his lips to his neck and as he glances down, he sees how your skirt is riding up your hips. If someone came in now, they’d get a full view of your ass.

His hands sliding up the back of your thighs, he tries to tug the skirt back into place so it’s covering your ass cheeks, then dropping his hands back down to your lower thighs.

“You can leave your hands there if you want,” you look up from kissing his neck, changing to the other side.

“I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Your hands on my ass feel very comfortable,” you reach back and slide his hands up your thighs until they’re resting on your ass cheeks. He gives a gentle squeeze to each side.

Peter sighs pleasantly as your lips find each other again, now you’re the one smiling so wide that you can barely kiss anymore.

“Are you- are you-” he starts.

“Yeah?” you change your position so your legs are around his waist, now fully sitting on his lap.

“Um, I’m just asking this cause I’m turned on, you don’t have to tell me the answer. But, umm the song you were singing earlier-” he stops, not sure how to ask, but you get what he’s referring to.

“You’re asking if my pussy is wet? That only depends on you and how you touch me,” you let him know.

“T-that’s a lot of pressure,” he laughs nervously.

“Imagine how my pussy feels.” You can feel the pulsating under your skirt, but you can’t guarantee that your pussy is a waterfall like it’s described in the song.

“That’s what I’ve been doing every night.”

“You think about me when-” your question is interrupted by some drunk person being loud in the hallway, waiting a few seconds to see if they’ll open the door.

The door stays closed, but you’d rather not have someone walk in on you and Peter while you’re straddling him and making out.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Your or my place maybe? It’s just, anyone could come in any second, I’d rather be with just you.”

He nods as he holds his hand up for you to steady yourself while you get off of him.

You smooth your skirt down and stand by the door until Peter’s next to you, seemingly ready to go.

“Don’t you want to.. adjust that? It’s very obvious,” you smile shyly as you look down at Peter’s pants, the bulge very evident and you wouldn’t want everyone you pass at the party to see.

“Oh,” Peter flushes and his hands fly down to his pants.

You try not to look as he tucks his boner away, but can’t resist a short glance.

He gives you his hand that wasn’t just touching his dick, but it’s his left hand and you’re standing right for him, so you just take his other hand after all.

You’re outside now, hand in hand, the air calming both of you down a little.

“I really like you, you know,” Peter says.

“I kind of figured. And I really like you too. I have for a while,” you smile and kiss him again, you can’t resist Peter now that it’s happened once, and you’re certain he feels the same.

“So we can go to my place, May’s not home until tomorrow night. You can stay the night if you like.”

“That sounds nice, I’ll just text my mom.”

He makes sure you’re comfortable once you get to his place, offering you food, water, clothes, but you only take water, sitting on his bed next to him. All of a sudden, you’re both nervous again.

“You know we don’t have to do anything tonight. Or ever- if you don’t want to. I’ve never actually done anything, like sexual, but I’d be down if you wanted to - but really only if you wanted to. We can also just watch a film and cuddle or something,” his statement makes you more comfortable and you tell him what you’ve been thinking about.

“I’ve never done anything either but.. I’ve always wondered what getting head feels like. So what if you.. ate me out?”

His mouth hangs open and he stops functioning for a second, “I- I- I-”

“You don’t have to.”

“No- I really want to, trust me. But I don’t know how to do it, and I really want to make you cum.”

“I can guide you?”

He nods eagerly, attacking your lips with kisses and you giggle, lying down on your back.

Peter lies in between your legs and any insecurities you could have go out of the window with the way he’s looking at you right now. Pure admiration for you.

But there’s one more thing you need to know.

“Peter, what are we?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he blurts out at the same moment and you grin, nodding immediately.

You make out for a few more minutes after that, and by now your pussy could very well be compared to a waterfall.

Peter senses how impatient you’re getting and smiles at you while positioning himself between your thighs again.

You pull your panties off from underneath your skirt in a swift motion and smile at Peter’s immediate, positive reaction. He pushes your skirt up a bit and marvels at your wet pussy.

Peter swallows, “So, uh, what do I do now?”

That’s a good question.

You tell him to do various things you’ve seen in porn, or what you would imagine feels good.

Peter’s eager and he’s not doing a bad job, but you’re used to being in control yourself. What Peter’s doing with his tongue down there definitely feels good, especially considering it’s his first time.. but he can’t quite get you where you want to be.

You can’t wait to figure out together what feels best, for both of you. But right now you just want to cum.

“Peter-” he lifts his head, sweaty and flushed, to look at you, “It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, but even I’m not entirely sure what exactly you can do with your tongue to make me cum, so do you mind if I just quickly get off by myself?”

He doesn’t look hurt or offended, not that he should anyway, only more eager, racking his brain for an alternative. “What if you sit on my face?”

Now it’s your cheeks that feel hot, which doesn’t mean that you don’t like the idea, “I don’t want to suffocate you or anything..”

“I promise, you’ll notice if I’m dying,” he shrugs, getting ready to lie on his back.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now buckle up,” he slaps your ass and grabs your hips.

You chuckle nervously, as you move up his body, currently just above his chest.

“One hundred percent?” you ask, and as an answer, he pulls you forward so your pussy is right above his mouth and he starts licking your clit.

You pull your skirt further up, so it won’t be in the way, and concentrate on Peter beneath you, already feeling that this position is working for you.

“Don’t move your tongue now,” you direct him, as his tongue presses against your clit deliciously.

Resting your hand against the wall for support you start grinding yourself against his tongue. From being so close to having an orgasm so many times in the last few minutes, you’re getting even closer now in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” you sigh as you buck your hips against his face a few more times, feeling the shocks of your orgasm coursing through your whole body as you continue riding Peter’s face.

You lean back shortly after, too weak to get off of Peter’s chest for a few moments.

When you regain strength to push yourself off of him, you straddle his hips once more, only hovering over him though. Peter sits up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his thoroughly wet lips.

You sit back to look at him, sweaty hair hanging into his face and his whole mouth area is covered in you.

“That was amazing, Peter. I guess that means it’s finally your turn?” you wink.

He licks his lips, looking excited. You scoot back on his thighs to undo his belt and zip. His hard cock strains against the fabric of his boxers and your hand glides along his clothed length a few times, your other hand holding onto his shoulder.

Once you apply more pressure, Peter suddenly groans, his head falling against your chest and there’s a wet spot forming on his boxers.

“I- sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he mumbles, looking up again with a tight-lipped smile.

“Hey, no need to apologise. I mean you’ve been hard for like an hour, it was kinda due.”

He smiles against your lips and kisses you sweetly. You put your panties back on while he quickly cleans up.

Peter gives you some clothes to sleep in and you get comfortable in his bed while he changes into his pyjamas. He switches off the light, the street light shining through the window casting a nice glow over the room, and he gets something off of the floor.

You wait a few more seconds, but Peter’s still on the floor. Bending over the edge of the bed to see what he’s doing, you see that he’s lying there, ready to go to sleep.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Uh, I wasn’t sure if you were okay with sharing the bed.”

“I literally just sat on your face, I think we can sleep next to each other.”

Peter jumps up with a goofy grin, getting into bed with you.

“Sorry, just not used to you being my girlfriend yet,” he explains.

“Don’t worry, me neither. But I’m so happy that I am. I’ve liked you for so long,” you confess, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“I’ve liked you longer - not that it’s a contest, but I’ve liked you since middle school, so I think I’ve got the bragging rights.”

You giggle at his words, kissing all over his neck.

“I thought we were going to sleep? You’re making me horny again,” he whispers, hands going to your waist.

“It’s only, like, midnight… and I’m not tired yet. So I wouldn’t mind going again..”

Peter takes up that offer immediately, rushing to turn the light back on and to start undressing you.

Let’s just say, you’re definitely tired after what happens next..