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perlelune · 5 months

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Oxytocin | Coriolanus Snow | ii.

One act of kindness from a peacekeeper may be your salvation or your doom. Possibly both.

Warnings: NON-CON, Blackmail, District 8 Reader, Stalking, Kidnapping

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

You do your best to avoid him for as long as you can.

You show up at the factory each day, diligent and focused on your work. You thread, dye and sew miles upon miles of fabric. It’s exhausting and repetitive but assists you well in burying the peculiar encounter. And if sometimes a particular shade of blue fabric stir memories of eyes you’d rather forget…you ignore that as well. It’s better that way. You narrowly escaped imprisonment, perhaps even death. No need to tempt fate once again.

But it’s no matter.

Because fate finds you anyway.

It happens as the end of your shift at the factory comes near. Your cold-bitten digits are interweaving two different colors of thread on a gigantic wooden loom. Same as the girls and boys surrounding you. They’re all quick and efficient, threading and weaving with the ease of practice. A lifetime of it. Some of them are as young as five years old. There’s a saying floating around the districts.

If one can walk, they can work.

You often wondered if that same logic applies to the Capitol’s children. Are they too expected to work until their fingers are numb with pain and their eyes red-rimmed with fatigue?

You somehow doubt it.

Once again, the weight of someone’s attention blankets your shoulders. You tense, the needle nicking your fingertip when your attention falters.

You curse and swipe away the blood beading on your finger.

Your head rises.

Anger simmers inside you at the sight of the smug face smirking at you from across the room.

Coriolanus.

He showed up one hour ago, switching places with another guard, and proceeded to stare at you since.

Dread pools in your gut. His gaze hasn’t strayed from you once.

What could the peacekeeper possibly want from you?

You have nothing, and it’s obvious he’s some rich kid from the Capitol who somehow found his way here.

“Your yarn is coming loose.”

Yara’s frenzied tone wrenches you away from your thoughts.

You look down, your forehead scrunching as you do. She’s right. The threads have broken out of their pattern, forming disgraceful zigzags over the loom.

Besides, there’s a minuscule crimson stain on the fabric. The pristine beige cloth is now ruined. This will come out of your pay.

Your ire grows. Your gaze narrows as it finds Coriolanus’. This is all his fault. He distracted you. Annoyance at the strange peacekeeper gleams inside you.

You bolt up from your stool.

“I have to go,” you announce, already gathering your satchel from the floor.

Yara’s eyes round. “Our shift’s not over yet,” she whispers below her breath, tossing wary glances at the guards. Your frown deepens. Any slight sign of disobedience could be seen as a hint of rebellion these days. It’s how much the Capitol wants to avoid a return to the Dark Days.

You smile at her in reassurance.

Yara was kind enough to show you the ropes when you started working at the textile factory. She even stayed late at night with you to teach you the most complex needlepoints.

Fidgeting, you apologize, “I’m sorry, but it’s an emergency. I’ve ruined it anyway.”

You don’t stick around for her response, rushing towards the nearest corridor to slip away.

A deep, teasing lilt echoes behind you in the hallway.

“Still trying to fly away from me, huh?”

Your heart leaps. Not again.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you chide as you keep hastening across the hallway. It doesn’t matter though. A stolen glimpse at your back reveals to you that Coriolanus’ long legs easily maintain pace with your frantic strides.

You unleash a weary sigh.

“I shouldn’t but I am, pretty bird.”

You can hear the smile in his voice and it infuriates you more.

“Leave me alone, Coriolanus-”

A sharp breath ripples through your throat as warm fingers suddenly clasp around your arm.

“What are you…”

The large hand that drapes over your mouth quiets your budding protest.

Ignoring your muffled shouts, he pulls you flush against his frame and drags you into a dark room inside another hallway.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you grab at anything you can. He’s undeterred by your feistiness, only unhanding you once he’s slammed the door shut.

A chill dances on your spine as every deadbolt is meticulously slid into place by him.

Leaning back against the locked door, Coriolanus’s eyes drag over you. He drinks you in for a while as you retreat, as far away from him as the small room allows.

Uncrossing his arms, the blonde starts inching towards you.

Your nerves flare up at his impending proximity. A heavy sigh drops from his chest.

“Why do you make that face when I’m only trying to help you?”

“I don’t want any help from you. I want nothing from you,” you shout.

He tilts his head, closing the distance. He shoves his hand in his pocket, seeming to search for something. You freeze.

Shock rocks through you when he conjures a familiar vial, shaking it in front of your face.

“Hm, Are you sure?” he taunts.

The urge to steal it from him has your fingertips tingling. But you tried that before, and it didn’t work in your favor. So you snuff out the impulse.

“How did you find out?”

“I have my ways.”

You search his stark cobalt orbs. They give nothing away.

“I just want to take care of you,” he adds.

“Why?”

You startle as his long fingers creep under your chin. You didn’t realize how close he’d gotten, now bending over you so you’re at eye-level.

“Because I can. I could make your life easier.”

His tender inflection, oddly intimate, makes discomfort pool in your stomach.

“I don’t need…”

“Take it.”

As you do nothing to take the bottle he holds up in his fist, Coriolanus exhales wearily.

You gasp when he shoves the vial between your trembling palms.

“Don’t be stupid,” he admonishes. “That cousin of yours won’t make it through winter without these. They’re antibiotics.”

You stare down at the amber bottle. Your shoulders slump. You hate to admit it but he’s probably right. Tilly’s coughing fits are progressively getting worse. She can hardly breathe properly most days. It hurts to see and you’ve been praying for a way to help her.

And now you have that way. Is it even fair to Tilly to turn his help down because of your own personal hang ups with the peacekeeper?

His motives elude you but you’re not sure it matters at that moment.

Tilly’s life is on the line.

Your fingers squeeze around the vial.

“I know what they are. It’s written on the bottle.”

Interest springs in his cobalt gaze.

“You can read? Interesting,” he hums. “Most people can’t in the districts.”

Your cheeks heat at his assumption. A respectable amount of people in the districts can in fact read. Not the majority, but a few at least. The knowledge just isn’t widespread enough and schools are a luxury most districts cannot afford.

“My grandmother taught me when I was young,” you defend.

He pauses, studying your defiant features.

His hand wraps around your hand holding the bottle. You try not to shrink, afraid he’ll take it back.

His thumb sweeps over your knuckles.

“These are very rare and hard to get. Don’t let your pride get in the way, pretty bird.”

“I won’t,” you mumble.

Another bag materializes before you. Coriolanus nudges it in your arms before you can think to protest. “Take that too.”

You glare at him suspiciously. “What is it?”

“Food, water, supplies.”

Grounded in disbelief, you peer inside the bag. Your jaw hangs slack. He wasn’t lying. The bag is brimming with rations. There’s even a few slices of bread and cheese on top. This has to be worth at least a hundred coins.

You purse your lips. “I can’t accept…I have nothing to repay you.”

Corolianus sighs, keeping the bag in your hands with his steely grip as you attempt to return it.

“Then just remember you live because of me,” he says. A lopsided smile blooms on his lips. “That’s the only payment I require.”

You snort. It can’t possibly be that simple, can it?

But Coriolanus’ features harbor no mirth. Skepticism heightens your pitch.

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

You nod. “Okay, I will.”

Displeasure flickers in his gaze. His fingers sneak below your chin to angle it upward, forcing you to drown in his cobalt stare.

“No, I want to hear you say it, sweet bird.” His tone is laced with a solemnity that wasn’t there before. Your stomach knots. “That you live by the will of Coriolanus Snow.”

A shaky breath flows out of you. You’re suddenly reluctant under his keen scrutiny.

Still, your voice comes out a tremulous croak.

“I live because of you, Coriolanus Snow.”

His entire face lights up with your words, a strange glow appearing in his orbs.

For some reason, you feel as if you just tied a noose around your own neck.

You take a sip of your beer, basking in the bitter, heady aftertaste. Usually, you’re not much of a drinker, but it’s the first true respite you’ve gotten from the blue-eyed peacekeeper in many weeks and you plan on enjoying it.

A tavern wouldn’t be your first choice but Yara invited you and it occurred to you this isn’t the kind of place a boy smelling like old money and roses would visit.

It’s rare for you to be anywhere these days without his disarming presence hovering in a corner of the room.

You’ve even considered abandoning your job at the factory altogether. But it’s not like a girl like you can change careers on a whim. You have no connections, no skill, no talent whatsoever. Nothing but your hard-earned ability to weave threads of fabrics together.

Maybe the mines at the northern end of the district.

It’s far from a tempting prospect. The work is downright dangerous. But at least it would shield you from the peacekeeper’s relentless scrutiny.

“Your shadow isn’t here today," Yara notes.

You drag your eyes away from the band playing on stage.

“My shadow?”

“That pretty boy peacekeeper who follows you around," she elaborates, her lips curved in amusement. You grimace. If only she knew. There isn’t a shred of mirth in your current predicament.

You roll your eyes. “He doesn’t follow me around.”

You refrain from saying he does a plethora of other things that puzzle you and stir your discomfort.

You refuse to trust him, but thanks to him your cousin has been getting noticeably better, even able to walk on her own again now. It’s a relief. Tonight she’s at friend’s and gets to laugh, play and be a regular kid again.

Besides, though it pains you to recognize it, your belly’s fuller than it’s been in a long time.

It shames you to admit it, but it took you no time to cave in and gobble down the food he offered. Hunger does strange things to people.

You loathe yourself for yielding but the feeling of an empty stomach is infinitely worse than that of your wounded pride.

"He is pretty though," your friend says, glancing away dreamily.

Your face warms. "I really don’t care how he looks. I just wish he’d go pester someone else."

"Hm, fair." She drinks from her jug and shrugs. "He could just be bored. I’m sure he’ll stop at some point."

The conversation reaches a halt when a brown-haired guy around your age with a scar across his face stops at your table.

“Can I ask you to dance?” he asks. His cheeks redden as he awaits your response. A quiet glance passes between you and Yara. You kick her under the table when she nearly lets out a chuckle.

Endeared by the boy’s bashful manner, you answer with a smile, “Sure, why not.”

You let the stranger drag you into a dance, your worries fading into the buoyant, lively notes played by the band and the boy’s nonchalant grin.

It’s the kind of normalcy you’ve been longing for.

Engrossed in the moment, as the boy slips a hand around your waist, an audible gasp spills out of you when he pulls away from you out of the blue.

Or rather is wrenched away from you.

Your brows rise to your hairline.

You gape in horror, the sight of Coriolanus hauling the boy up by his lapels striking you mute. His features are taut with anger as the boy’s hands rise defensively. A mix of befuddlement and fear decorates his features.

Guilt needles your chest. You never expected the blond to show up here of all places. Paranoia seizes the chaotic train of your thoughts. Was he here all along, watching you like a hawk the entire time? Is he always here, never wandering too far from wherever you are?

Fear coils your insides.

"Hey," you call out, relief trickling inside you when your legs move again. You make a beeline to Coriolanus.

“What is wrong with you?” you shout, trying to pry him off the poor boy.

It’s not the useless hand scratching his bicep but rather your tone that appears to jerk him out of his trance.

His grip on the boy loosens as he whirls to you. The stranger wastes no time in running away. You can’t even blame him. You can’t imagine there’d be many repercussions if the blond harmed him, but the opposite can’t be said.

Coriolanus’ hands slowly lower before balling into fists.

Irate blue eyes flare as they fall on you.

You recoil.

“With me?” he growls, crowding your space. "His grubby paws were all over you."

You blink in disbelief, shocked by his accusing tone. You did nothing wrong. It’s not like he can tell you who to dance and not dance with. "G-Grubby…what? I’m not some damsel in need of rescuing, Coriolanus."

He squints at you, displeasure evident on his angular features.

His hand latches onto your arm, yanking you towards the exit. You can barely keep up with his furious stomps.

“I think it’s time we had a talk. Come with me.”

“I’d rather stay here."

He ignores you, his grip on you turning deathly. Tears burn the back of your eyes.

“No…”

You toss a desperate look above your shoulder to find your friend just as shocked as you are. She won’t help you. No one will.

Your stomach sinks.

The tears break past the confine of your lashes.

He takes you outside. The chilly air skates across your skin, spreading gooseflesh over it. The silver glow of the moon lights the tortuous path he takes through dim, narrow alleyways. This is nowhere near your cabin and your panic swells.

You dig your heels into the ground, resisting.

Coriolanus heaves out a weary exhale. He hunkers down to pick you up. You squeal, flabbergasted by his nerve. He hoists you on his shoulders as if you were a sack of grain, taking firm, irate steps into the night.

"You can’t do this," you weep, slamming as hard as you can into his back.

Hardly flinching, he scoffs before stating, “I don’t remember asking for your permission, birdie."

#coriolanus snow x reader #dark!coriolanus snow #tbosbas fanfiction #hunger games #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #divider credit: samspenandsword

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fictinder · 2 months

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❄️ Rundas x reader, general headcanons ❄️

[No gender specified. This is outside of the game's story]

Rundas famously doesn't work well with others, so if he takes a liking to you, it's already something special

Although really, he's usually friendly towards civilians, he just has difficulty sharing the spotlight with other bounty hunters unless they've impressed him

Despite his pride when it comes to his career, he becomes exceedingly show-offy when he has a crush, since he worries they won't think much of him unless he's constantly surpassing his own abilities

He loves the attention being a bounty hunter gets him, which means convincing him to go on a more private date takes some work

His suit allows him to withstand environments that would normally be too hot for his species, but he still prefers dates in cold places (take him ice skating or skiing and he'll never forget it)

His body is perpetually cold, as is his suit, and you may get stuck when kissing him. He is going to find this very funny regardless of how funny you find it

His mouth is actually on the underside of his head, so you'll just be kissing his forehead most of the time. Which he doesn't mind, since forehead kisses are more common in his culture anyway

Good luck reaching his forehead though if he doesn't lean down for you. He's quite tall even by his species' standards

Dinner dates are complicated, since he can't safely eat or drink anything hot or even lukewarm. Like. His insides will literally liquify

If you're physically tough and agile like he is, he'll love taking you along with him when he goes hunting

If you're not able to keep up with him like that, he'll insist that you stay behind for safety, but will gladly tell you the whole story once he gets back

He's an "actions speak louder than words" kinda guy when it comes to showing affection, and prefers showing you he cares about you rather than telling you

He will probably pick you up and carry you around at times. If you don't like this he'll reluctantly put you back down, but otherwise he'll happily give you shoulder rides or bridal-carry you away

He's also every bit as show-offy about dating you as he is about his job. He wants everyone in the room to be looking at both of you, appreciating how amazing you both are

It might take him a while to unlearn this if you're the shy type, but eventually he'll be willing to let you slip into his shadow in public (though he still thinks it's a shame)

He's a boundless optimist, something that tends to surprise people. No matter what, he's convinced things will always turn out okay in the end.

Truthfully, that's not so much optimism as it is a coping mechanism. He's not immune to fear, but telling himself and his allies firmly that everything will be alright and the "good guys" will win helps calm his nerves. If he's insisting that there's nothing to worry about, he's worried about something. Talk to him. You probably still won't get him to open up completely, but a second voice affirming that things will be okay might still help.

#x reader #rundas #metroid #monster lover #[divider by samspenandsword]

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soaps-mohawk · 3 months

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood Masterlist

Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.

It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks.

As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all.

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, no use of Y/N, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.

Chapters containing smut are marked with a *

Updates are posted on the weekends, either Saturday or Sunday PST

This fic can also be found on my Ao3 -> HERE

NAVIGATION PAGE Lore and world building masterlist CRCB Barracks Sims 4 Build Masterlist Support me on Patreon for more bonus content

Divider by: samspenandsword

Part 1 - The Omega

Chapter 1 - The Introduction Chapter 2 - Adjustments Chapter 3 - Speak Their Language Chapter 4 - You Can Be Useful Chapter 5 - What I Want *

Part 2 - The Bond

Chapter 6 - One Step Closer * Chapter 7 - Sweet Strawberry Chapter 8 - The Thing About Ghost Chapter 9 - Save Me Chapter 10 - Treat Me Gently*

Part 3 - The First Heat

Chapter 11 - It's Coming Chapter 12 - Fire In My Veins* Chapter 13 - Piece Me Back Together* Chapter 14 - The Aftermath*

Part 4 - The New Normal

Chapter 15: Bonnie* Chapter 16: Big Brown Eyes * Chapter 17: Alone Chapter 18: Don't Let Me Go

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #x reader #a/b/o

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djarins-cyare · 9 months

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✭ Series Masterlist ✭

Languishing in a dull and lonely existence on the forest moon of Endor after travelling there to help salvage Death Star wreckage, a nearly fatal encounter with a mysterious bounty hunter out in the forest heralds an opportunity to utilise long-forgotten skills and develop something more profound than you ever thought possible.

Second person POV, present tense. Set post-season 2, diverges from Canon events before TBoBF and season 3. This is a novel-length, exceptionally slow burn with an original plot, worldbuilding, and fully-developed characterisation. SWU concepts and lore are accurately researched.

WORDS: 404,920

PAIRING: Din Djarin x Female Reader/You

RATING: Explicit (18+)

CHARACTERS: Din Djarin, Reader/You/Female OC, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Human Characters, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Peli Motto

TAGS: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Romance, Love, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Smut, Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Dark Past, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, Bounty Hunter Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Smart Din Djarin, Soft Dominant Din Djarin, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Culture, Mando'a Language, New Razor Crest, Thoroughly Researched, Worldbuilding, No use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took me almost a year to write and four months to edit/proof. Each chapter is prefaced with specific tags and (where necessary) warnings, plus word counts. End notes contain translations and comments… this baby is thoroughly researched, so I’m sharing context where appropriate. I’ve also added definitions of in-universe terms so people less familiar with the franchise won’t be left wondering what the hell certain words or references mean. This is a slow burn (adult themes), and although the explicit content only occurs in the latter half, when it does, it warrants the ‘E’ rating. Basically, the first half is a love story, and the second half gets spicy. I hope you enjoy it!

READ THE COMPLETE STORY ON AO3:

(Chapters containing explicit content marked †)

Chapter 1: The Obstacle

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

Chapter 3: The Covenant

Chapter 4: The Snare

Chapter 5: The Strike

Chapter 6: The Groundwork

Chapter 7: The Genesis

Chapter 8: The Progression

Chapter 9: The Hide

Chapter 10: The Beast

Chapter 11: The Adjustment

Chapter 12: The Storm

Chapter 13: The Broadside

Chapter 14: The Intercourse

Chapter 15: The Village

Chapter 16: The Confession

Chapter 17: The Reprieve

Chapter 18: The Fortification

Chapter 19: The Ambush

Chapter 20: The Meridian

Chapter 21: The Homestretch

Chapter 22: The Union †

Chapter 23: The Overture

Chapter 24: The Crescendo

Chapter 25: The Harmony †

Chapter 26: The Cadence †

Chapter 27: The Ride †

Chapter 28: The Veneration †

Chapter 29: The Spree †

Chapter 30: The Tribute †

Chapter 31: The Courage

Chapter 32: The Feast

Chapter 33: The Exhibition †

Chapter 34: The Reward

Chapter 35: The Binding †

Chapter 36: The Synergy †

Chapter 37: The Match †

Chapter 38: The Flag †

Chapter 39: The Foundling †

Chapter 40: The Future †

✨Additional Media✨

@burntheedges has written a spectacular little drabble detailing what Din was up to during the paragraph break near the end of chapter 1 (*SPOILERS* you don’t find this out until chapter 27).

@djarin-desires has created some awesome AI images of a few scenes using Midjourney.

I spent a stupid amount of money on the Hot Toys official Din Djarin action figure, simply so I could photograph him in poses from my fic 🤷🏼‍♀️ This is just a taster of what’s to come, but here he is offering to help Reader climb onto the speeder in chapter 8.

🧡💚 Thank you for reading! 💚🧡

Dividers by @samspenandsword

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daimyosprincess · 16 days

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NEW BOBA FIC FRIDAY!!! 🎉

As promised besties here is a preview of my upcoming WIP Worth the Risk! Inspired by the AU queen @maybege's dad's friend and matchmade!Boba thots, this fic's got all your favs: banter, bratting, and getting dicked the f*ck down 🥴

I should have the full story up in the next couple weeks, hope y'all enjoy 💖

—PAIRING: Dad's Friend!Boba Fett x F!Reader

—SUMMARY: Pushing your luck has its rewards.

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

AO3 — Masterlist — Taglist

Your cheeks heat immediately reading Boba’s message. You can’t see him from your seat but you know wherever he is, he can certainly see you. Crossing your knees, you make sure your hem rides a little higher up your thigh.

Your phone buzzes again and your eyes dart to the new message on your screen.

<I’m not going to ask you twice>

A heated shiver ripples down your spine, pooling in the dampness already forming between your thighs. You know you shouldn’t have riled him up before your family’s cookout but you just couldn’t resist after he’d been gone for a week. Missing his bone deep comfort and lightning touch, you wore a new flirty sundress and rubbed him half hard in the driveway, completely unable to contain your excitement at having him back in your arms. You’d been an absolute angel in his absence, texting him that you remembered to take your meds, drinking enough water everyday, and not touching where you wanted him most just like he asked.

Really, you’ve been a complete saint. You only texted him those two dirty pictures because he asked for them. If anything, Boba should be rewarding you for your restraint instead of making you survive this cookout aching and desperate before he took you home and made good on all his filthy promises.

Yes, it had definitely been time to take matters into your own hands. And you’re not going to stop now. A sly grin sneaks over your face and you tap out a response.

Adrenaline pipes hot as you hit send. Clicking the screen off, you make a show of stretching so your tits press together. You know he’s got a laser focus on you now after that little message.

Feeling rather pleased with yourself, you chuck your phone into the seat you’re saving for your cousin, Ari. You scan the crowd of family, friends, and neighbors searching for their telltale blue hair and catch it over by the drinks table. No surprise there, of course.

“My, my, my, such a dirty mouth on such a pretty girl.”

The hot shock of Boba’s sinful voice races across your skin. From the sound of it alone you know you’re in deep shit—maybe he’d finally snap and press you up against a wall in a hidden corner. After all, your “good” deeds never went unpunished with him, especially not when they involved blatant acts of brattery. And especially not when you acted like you could get away with them.

A hot spike fires in your core at the thought of what he might do next.

Putting your most dazzlingly innocent smile, you turn your face up to him, acting like you’re making pleasant conversation. “Oh I assure you, it can get much dirtier… remember that night in your truck?”

The corner of his lips twitch up. “Careful, princess.” The way his dark eyes burn with the unspoken magnitude of his threat almost draws a whimper from your lips. “You already owe me those pink panties of yours, don’t make me add to that list.”

divider by @saradika

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#zwei writes #boba fett #boba fett x reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x you #boba fett fanfic #boba fett smut #boba fett fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #worth the risk fic

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dearly-somber · 6 months

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mini-series collection | multi

-> total w/c. 16,441

-> author’s note. These are my babies and I love them very much.

-> navigation.

-> divider credit. @samspenandsword

Sharp Teeth | w/c. 16,441

wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

drabble series

slow burn, unrequited love, one-sided pining, mutual pining (🤭), fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), angst, drama, high school!au, university!au, eventual romance, eventual smut, eventual established relationship, found family

overall rating 13+

#bts #day6 #txt #seventeen #kpop fanfiction #bts fanfiction #day6 fanfiction #txt fanfiction #seventeen fanfiction #masterlist #masterpost #mini-series #somber’s mini-series collection

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 5 months

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Aşk-ı Memnu | JJK

Pairing: non idol! Jungkook x fem! married! Reader

Summary: What is prohibited, it's desired the most. Or in which you tangle yourself in a forbidden love with Jeon Jungkook while being married to an older man. Yet it is also said that forbidden fruits taste the best.

Warnings: fluff, angst, forbidden love, food ingestion, cheating, age gap, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption (during dinner), lying, mentions of death, reader is described to be shorter than Jungkook, (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.8k

~Prompt 3: Saying “I love you” for the first time

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

A/N: This short story was highly inspired by the Turkish novel of the same name "Aşk-ı Memnu" which translates as "Forbidden Love" in English. Let me know what you thought of this controversial story in the comments!

You can listen to the series' music on Spotify to get into ambience as it helped me a lot to write this. Just search it with the same Turkish name. Happy reading everyone!

Love knows no boundaries. Love is untamable, like the sea. Like a flame. It exists, it consumes. It destroys.

It was cold outside, the night was heavy over the city. Snow was falling from the sky yet the house was warm. The clicking of the cutlery against the expensive china plates could be heard along with the flickering flames of the fireplace.

You sat next to your husband, the man clearly enjoying his dinner and you couldn't help but smile softly at his praises for the new cook.

"So, tell me Seokjin. How is your father?"

Asked your husband, a rich business man by the name of Lee Yong-su. Seokjin smiled against his glass of wine, he put it down and looked at your husband, the two men happily engaging in conversation.

"He's quite well, actually. His treatment is going smoothly and we expect a complete recovery by the end of February."

"Give him my regards when you see him, Seokjin."

The young businessman turned to look at you, bowing his head softly at you not minding at all the fact that you were younger than him.

"Of course, Mrs. Lee."

You smiled kindly at him before the conversation between Seokjin and your husband took place once more. You continued to enjoy your dinner, allowing your thoughts to wander for a bit.

The marriage with your husband had been really controversial given the age difference between you both and the fact that he already had two children with his other wife that you knew had passed away.

Nisun was the oldest. A seventeen year old girl who resented you for taking the place of her mother. Munwoo was the youngest, he was twelve and the innocent boy never ceased to claim that if you ever divorced his father, he'd marry you instead for he had always wanted to marry a beautiful woman when he was of age.

You found it cute whenever he mentioned something like that, only smiling at Munwoo before he got distracted with his videogames once more.

But those weren't the only people that lived in the mansion when you married your husband. There was someone else. A person you had met before you became Yong-su's wife.

Jeon Jungkook.

You knew that he was the only son of one of your husband's closest friends that had sadly died in a car accident when Jungkook was barely five years old. Yong-su had taken him under his wing, providing for him and taking care of him as if he were his own son.

Jungkook was also twenty-six, just like you. And that was the first motive so as to why you two clicked so easily. Yet that fact was the beginning of a web of lies and passion that you had never thought you’d be a part of.

He was also very handsome, a sleeve of tattoos adorned his right arm, his lip and eyebrow were pierced and his hair was rebellious like his soul. Jungkook was a really attractive man and, according to his own phrasing, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Lust ruled your relationship with the son of your husband’s best friend. Desires of the body, flames of the heart. Feelings were never involved, or at least that was what was planned in the very beginning.

But to be honest, nothing was ever planned. This mess you were now tangled in started with a glance, continued with a kiss and ended with you in his bed. Sentiment was never supposed to happen. Everything was dominated by a mutual carnal infatuation.

You weren’t in love with your husband. The marriage had only been a great opportunity for you and your soft revenge on your cruel mother but Yong-su was deeply in love with you. To him, it didn’t matter the nearly twenty years age gap between you both. It didn’t matter that he had been married before. It didn’t matter he already had two children. He loved you, he cherished you, he wanted you almost in a fierceful way.

“Darling, are you alright? You aren’t usually this quiet during dinner.”

Looking at your right, you met the concerned gaze of your husband, you smiled slightly though not fully.

“I’m alright, I just have a headache.”

Yong-su frowned, you felt the eyes of everyone on you, even Jungkook’s gaze. It burned you to even know he was looking at you.

“Don’t worry about me, dearest.”

Silence filled the room after those words left your lips before soft conversations began to arise once more on the table. The children started talking about a new movie that was going to come out next week while your husband and Seokjin talked about business. Jungkook was still looking at you and you were able to read the concern in his dark eyes.

You smiled at him, ever so delicately and he nodded subtly. Taking in your silent reassurance as he resumed his dinner.

Butterflies flew in your stomach at his concern. At what you had seen in his eyes. Those hidden emotions behind his gaze. A dark galaxy you loved getting yourself lost in. The place where you found comfort during lonely nights and a refuge when your soul tormented you. Yet the fact that your love was forbidden only made you want it more. It attracted you more. You desired it more. You needed it more. Needed him. As if you were metal and Jungkook was your magnet. Like a forbidden fruit. Prohibited yet delicious.

“Are you alright?”

You knew that voice. Its raspiness did things to you that shouldn’t happen as a married woman. His deep voice always captivated you. You turned around, facing Jungkook. He stood in the kitchen’s doorway, leaning against the frame as his gaze pierced your own with intensity that a shiver ran down your spine.

"Yes, I just took a pill for the headache. Don't worry, Jungkook."

He frowned softly at your last sentence, uncrossing his arms as he walked towards you with his large steps. Your breath hitched in your throat when he stood in front of you a little too close for it to be proper.

"I always worry about you, (y/n)."

You swallowed, not knowing what to say. Nothing came to your mind. There were no words in your mouth to express, no thoughts in your mind to keep you busy.

"You matter to me more than you could imagine."

You looked aside, trying to break free from this chain he held you in. You took a deep breath, eyes focusing on your nearly empty glass of water that rested on the counter.

"Stop it, someone could hear us."

He took another step towards you, eyes never leaving your form as he gazed down at you.

"Uncle Yong-su is in his study with Kim Seokjin,"

His fingers grabbed your chin ever so softly, turning your head so that your eyes met his before he continued in a soft murmur.

"and the children are already upstairs."

His hand cupped your face while his thumb caressed your cheek in delicate touches. His dark eyes took you in; your beauty, your personality. Your essence.

Your hand rested atop his own. Even when the feeling of his skin against your own burned you with desire and adoration, you weren't allowed to show your sentiment freely.

"I don't want to risk it, Jungkook."

He smirked at your whispered words. Daring to take another step until your chests were almost touching. His warm and minty breath fanned your face and you, once more, lost yourself in his enchanting eyes that held your whole world.

"Risk what, (y/n)? Us? Are you that scared of my love for you to be known to the world?"

Your eyes widened at his words. You took a step back in pure instinct, forcing his hand to leave your cheek as you shook your head in silent motions of hidden despair.

"Because I love you, (y/n). I have for a while. And it only keeps growing in my heart."

You took a deep breath, trying to process everything that was leaving his mouth, wrapping your head around the fact that Jungkook was in love with you. If anything, it complicated things even more yet that didn't mean you craved it any less.

"You can't. Jungkook, you can't love me."

His hands were on your shoulders the next second making a soundless gasp leave your lips. His eyes bore into yours like never before that you nearly felt his soul touch your own.

"But I do. And I do not regret it."

You stood in silence, never breaking eye contact with him. Why now? Why did he have to say such a thing now?

"If you do not love me, say it. Say it and nothing left my mouth. Say it and I'll try to stop."

But how could you say that you didn't love him when your heart beats for him and only him? How could you tell such a lie when you loved him more than your life?

"Jungkook, I-"

"Love, are you there?"

The voice of your husband was heard from around the corner. Your eyes widened in fear and Jungkook put a finger over his lips, signalling you to stay quiet as he went to hide behind a wall, opposite from the kitchen's entrance.

You turned around in time to face your husband crossing the doorway with a soft smile on his lips.

"Yes, I just took a pill for my headache."

Yong-su frowned and walked over to you, eyes searching on your own with concern.

"Are you alright? I need you to sign some documents but if you are not feeling right you can do it later."

Your eyes momentarily looked at where Jungkook was hiding before you shook your head with a smile.

"It's alright, I can do it now."

Yong-su nodded, walking out of the kitchen with you behind him. But just as you were about to leave the room, you turned to look back only to spot Jungkook peeking out from around the wall upon hearing your fading footsteps.

With your heart skipping a beat, you sent him a subtle nod. The trace of a smile over your lips before you disappeared behind the wall.

And it was in that moment that he smiled to himself, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest upon the silent confirmation of your love for him.

It didn't matter if it was prohibited, that it was a sin. That you were betraying your husband with Jungkook. For you were his forbidden fruit he should not even gaze at but your essence was addictive he couldn't think to stop himself. Not now, not ever, because love knows no boundaries. Love is untamable, like the sea. Like a flame. It exists, it consumes. It destroys.

December/15/2023

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nahoney22 · 11 months

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Congrats on 3k! Sorry for the late request, I don't know if you're still accepting them or not but could possibly do a nsfw Female reader for Wolffe with the prompts "You know you're really hot when you're angry" and "if we weren't in public right now, I'd bend you over the table and fuck you."

Also your writing is so good from what I've seen!!

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

word count: 1.9k

NSFW

prompts:

“You know you’re really hot when you’re angry.”

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d bend you over the table and fuck you right now.” (Altered just a tad)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content. P in v sex, Dirty talk, sexual tension creampie, established but private relationship, slightly rough sex, kissing, nipple sucking/licking, swearing, dom!Wolffe, semi-public sex, reader is a bit of a tease. Aftercare and some soft moments.

authors note: sorry for the wait. 💜 as always, dividers are by @samspenandsword

“Don’t trip.”

Your advice would have been much appreciated if you purposely didn’t it say after the Commander tripped over some tangled uprooted vines. But, as it was Commander Wolffe, you just simply couldn’t help but tease him.

His comrades snigger at their Commander's misfortune, only to receive a piercing, disapproving stare from the resolute clone. His gaze then shifted to you, a bomb disposal expert for the 104th, and he matched your notorious smirk with an equally stern glare.“Watch it, missy.” He hissed as you approached, oozing confidence that used to ignite a fiery reaction within him.

Used to.

The 104th were aware of the tension between you both, always bickering and incessantly teasing one another when assigned on missions together. Even Sinker and Boost had a bet on to see who would kill each other first. What his brothers didn’t know, however, is that the hardened Commander had fallen for you and you just so happened to have fallen for him too.

Those times he had said to his comrades that he had given you a reprimanding in private? Yeah, that is simply you getting pushed up agaisnt a wall and fucked hard, hands tangled in each others hair. Or, you would sneak into each other's quarters at night and he would crawl under your sheets, tasting what he caused.

“Or what?” you taunted, pausing with a confident stance and an arched eyebrow.

His jaw clenches and he looks to his men who marched on forward, leaving you two at the back of the pack. “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d bend you over by that tree and fuck you right now.” He leans in close to your ear, looking like he’s giving you a stern warning when in reality it seemed like an inviting threat.

“Oh Commander,” you say with a hushed tone, taking a step closer to him, “you know I’m not the one to shy away.” You grin with a seductive smile that makes his chest heave as he sucks in a deep breath, intoxicated by your words and the mere scent of you as you draw near.

“You’re insufferable.” He utters though you know it was kind of endearing all the same.

“Funny, you said that to me the first time you met me… now look at us, playing pretend in front of your men.” You make sure nobody is looking when you stand on the tips of your toes and very teasingly place a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Try not to tell me off too much, you know how flustered it gets me.”

He watches you strut away, your hips swaying in a manner that had captivated him from the moment he laid eyes on you. He could feel himself straining against his uniform, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck, and this time, he couldn't blame the heat alone. He needed to find a way to be alone with you, sooner rather than later.

Another jab, another eye twitch from the Commander. You were purposefully being a brat to get his attention and much to the amusement of his brothers who revel in seeing him squirm. The mission had been a success, and as they all boarded the ships to return to Coruscant, you were unabashedly engaged in a loud conversation with Boost and Sinker about Wolffe, making his ears burn.

He wasn't privy to the exact nature of your conversation, but you had glanced over your shoulder, almost snickering, before redirecting your attention to his brothers. Oh, you were definitely up to something.

With a determined stride, his chest puffed out, Wolffe approached, his presence causing both Boost and Sinker's expressions to falter as he stood behind you, arms folded. "What are you three talking about?"

"Uh, nothing, sir," Boost stammered, clearing his throat in a futile attempt to suppress a laugh, while Sinker grew increasingly red, struggling to contain his amusement.

"Uh-huh," Wolffe huffed at the two of them before placing a firm hand on your shoulder and turning you to face him. "Care to enlighten me, ma'am?"

Your eyes locked with his, an unspoken tension hanging between you. "Are you implying that we're talking about you?" you asked playfully, tilting your head to the side. "That's rather egotistical of you."

Sinker couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, receiving a swat on the arm from Boost, but Wolffe’s gaze remained fixed on you. "Do you want me to remind you how to address your superiors?”

Biting your inner cheek, you knew exactly what he was alluding to, and truth be told, you were more than eager. "I believe you might have to, yes."

Taking a step closer, his proximity engulfing you, Wolffe’s voice grew husky. "Go to the cargo hold. I want to speak with you alone."

You turned to Boost and Sinker, rolling your eyes as if to downplay the simmering tension. "Very well, Commander. I'll join you in a moment."

A low grunt escaped Wolffe, followed by the sound of his retreating footsteps. After bidding farewell to the boys, who remained blissfully unaware of what would truly transpire in the cargo hold, you strolled casually toward your destination, the ship's humming masking the rapid thumping of your heart. As the door to the hold hissed open, revealing Wolffe leaning against a stack of crates, the ship's red lights cast an alluring glow upon his figure. "Lock the door behind you, ma'am," he instructed, and, as customary for him, you turned and obediently complied.

But as you turned back to face him, he was already before you, his lips claiming yours with fervor. "You drive me insane, you know that, baby?"

Melting against him, your arms encircled the back of his neck as his lips and tongue expertly explored your own. It felt like an eternity since you had been this close, and you certainly had no intention of letting this opportunity go to waste.

"How can you blame me?" you whispered, a sly smirk gracing your face as you gently nibbled on his lower lip, eliciting a gratifying growl-like sound from deep within him. "You know you're really hot when you're angry."

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding sensually under your thighs, effortlessly lifting you off the ground. The intense kiss continued as he carried you toward the crates where he had previously been leaning, gently setting you down. "Not angry, just terribly, painfully sexually frustrated," he admitted with a husky tone.

"Well then," you countered, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips as your hands rested against his chest, "I’m glad that the others believe you're reprimanding me. They won't disturb us."

A wicked smirk mirrored your own on his face as his hands eagerly fumbled with the buttons and clasps of your uniform. With a swift motion, your work shirt was stripped away and discarded unceremoniously on the floor. "You're absolutely right, sweetheart," he sighed, leaning down to pepper kisses along your collarbone and down your chest, leaving a trail of heated desire in his wake.

You tilt your head back, moaning softly when he lets his tongue lick over one of your stiffening nipples, his other hand caressing your other breast before teasingly pinching the hardened nub. “That feels so good,” you whine quietly, still a little cautious in case anybody hears you both but at the same time you don't care. And neither did he.

He only hums in response to you, tongue flicking rapidly against your stiffened peak but grins when he feels you tugging on his codpiece and freeing his cock.

He moans heartily as you slowly start to pump along his length, his mouth moving to latch onto your other nipple whilst his hands alternate. “Good girl,” he chuckles, pulling your nipple with his lips and letting go with a pop. Your legs shake in eagerness, your cunt throbbing at the need for his cock.

Wolffe whined as your hand stroked downward, encircling the base of his cock in the best of ways that you knew he loved before rising to the top to trail across the sensitive crown. It didn’t take long for him to be rock solid under your touch and it didn’t take long for him to be hooking his fingers into your pants, pulling down your work clothes and panties in a single swoop.

“We need to be quick,” he grunts as he manhandles you and flips you so your bent over the crates, legs spread and eagerly awaiting his cock, “Maker, been wanting to do this all day,”

You feel a heat rush to your cheeks as you hear him spit, in what only could be into his hand. His glove is tossed onto the crate beside you and you let out a loud gasp as you feel something warm and wet caress at your folds; his fingers lubing you up for his cock. “Such a pretty girl, can’t wait to make a mess of you.” He grunts and you whine delicately as you feel his tip line up with your entrance before slowly pushing inside of you.

Fuck. It had been a while.

You whimper and moan even trying to buck up against him to take more. He feels perfect. He is perfect.

He holds himself in you after a long, slow stroke, letting you adjust to the sensation of his large cock. “Wolffe, fuck me. Please. Hard.” You find yourself begging, which wouldn’t be the first time. You liked it rough with him and in the naughtiest scenarios to which being in a ship filled with his men who could come in any second was just the right amount you needed.

But he does. Hard. Fucking away at you with everything he has, no lead up, just hard, slamming strokes that leave bruises on your hips from where the edges of the crate start to dig into her your. He still adorned his gear so you were not shocked to feel slight pinching on the back of your legs but that was overlooked by him filling you completely, stretching you up.

You feel his cock swell less than a second before he growls in your ear, “you like this huh? You like me bending you over and fucking you?” You can only moan and nod feverishly, especially as you feel his finger reach down and strokes at your clit, just once. That’s all it took. You cum, gripping onto the crate as it drags against the metal floor as he pumps you with his seed.

Wolffe rocks his hips slowly until the last drop comes out and then lays his full weight against your back. It's nice, comforting, while he softens and slips out.

He stands back, watching his white lace drip out of your pussy and down your leg and he loves it. “Beautiful.” He mutters, stuffing his cock back into his blacks and reattaching his codpiece, wiping the sweat from his brow.

You stand up straight, legs a little shaken and he makes no hesitation to hold you close and support you, gathering up your clothes and helping you dress. “You don’t have to help me Commander,” you smile with a blush, always a little shy after you had been intimate with the brooding Commander.

“You know I don’t like it when you call me that, baby.” He whispers, placing a kiss to your cheek as he buttons up your shirt and making sure you look presentable. Hebrings you to his chest, arms wrapped around you where he can just hold you for a little while. Away from the others and away from the War. “I… I love you. I hope you do know that.”

His words made your heart flutter and you looked up to him with slightly misty eyes at his soft confession. “I love you too, handsome.”

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questforgalas · 10 months

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Code Red Training

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Summary: Kix has to give a training on the menstrual cycle to the 501st. It goes exactly how you think it would

Characters: 501st legion (Jesse, Fives, Rex, Kix, Echo, Dogma, Appo, and made up clone names), Ahsoka Tano

WC: 2.4K

Notes: This is based off another silly HC I posted the other day I couldn't get out of my head. I think the idea of the engineered clones raised surrounded by men learning about the menstrual cycle is a hilarious concept. Very silly stuff. The boys are in awe of their commander after

Tags: descriptions of the menstrual cycle and what occurs. Swearing

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Kix was running out of tasks to keep his hands busy. The informational flimsies were on the fourth variation of stacking, and he’d rearranged the educational sculptures in every possible space on the desk. He wasn’t nervous. He just could make a list of 1000 other duties he’d rather be doing than, well, this.

Kix had the 41st Elite Corps to thank for this one. The poor padawan commander of the 41st apparently wasn’t prepared for her cycle, and while she was trying to retreat to her quarters to remedy the situation, she was caught with a noticeable blood stain that, understandably, caused her troopers to go into a panic. Chaos ensued as an entire corps sprang into action to save their commander who, to their knowledge, was bleeding to death for no reason.

There’s no official report on the matter, but the message from Insi, the medic of the 41st, simply said “The troopers involved won’t be looking Commander Offee in the eye anytime soon”.

So now, all battalions led by a female general or commander had to sit through educational training on the menstrual cycle.

A 3-D model of the uterus taunted him from across the desk.

“Gotta say, don’t exactly envy you with this one, Kix,” Captain Rex’s voice interrupted Kix’s internal battle to cancel the next session and run, but instead, he turned to face his Captain, standing at attention and offering a short salute.

“You envy everything else I get to deal with, sir?” The medic offered a sly smirk as Rex put him at ease.

“You got me there,” Rex chuckled. “Although, last I remember, it wasn’t too long ago you’d be right next to Fives and Jesse when I’d be threatening another ‘fresher duty to ward off any antics.”

Kix brought a hand to his chest, feigning hurt, “Me, sir? Antics? I’d never.”

“Just because you knew how to hide the evidence better doesn’t mean you were more innocent.” A playful shove on his shoulder broke his performance.

“It’s called a medic’s attention to detail, sir.”

Rex offered a hum in response, the fond smile on his lips softening the threat of his eye roll, and he continued to make his way across the room to the chair set up in the back corner. As the commanding officer, Rex had to give his approval on the training which meant Kix already took him through the session – The captain remained professional the entire session, but the increasing crimson of his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed – so his presence here now only meant one thing.

Rex knew who was on the roster, and he was here for a show.

“You think you’re being sly Captain, but I see right through you,” Kix accused.

“I’m not sure what you mean. It’s my duty as captain to perform surprise training inspections. It’s for the good of my men.” Rex’s face remained impassive, but the medic didn’t miss the smirk tugging at his lips or the glint in his eyes.

Before he could answer, he heard voices coming down the hall. Kix went through the same mental routine he did when he boarded a LAATi, and with one last deep breath, he readied himself for battle.

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“Wait, wait, wait! A tube?! They have an actual tube in them?”

“Not just a tube, Hardcase. Two tubes!”

“Can females create metal?!”

“How does a baby even fit in there? Like, the same size as us in the tube? Come out of THAT!”

“FEMALES LAY EGGS?!”

The first ten minutes of the session went about as well as Kix could hope for. Characteristic of this group, they were rowdy when they filed in, most coming in from the mess hall, and many in the middle of glorified battle stories that their audience wasn’t buying. As they took their seats, they settled in, and most conversation had quieted down, but when Kix stood upfront waiting for a second too long, pointed looks by Echo and Dogma had the room quieting down quickly.

Much to Kix’s surprise, the group remained attentive and curious during the first parts of his notes as he walked them through the anatomy. Not to his surprise, all hell broke lose when he started to explain conception and gestation. When the questions erupted, Kix stole a glance to the back of the room. Rex was barely holding his composure, and it looked like Jesse’s outburst broke the professional dam as Rex quickly hid his face behind his hand, shoulders shaking.

“Alright, alright, alright. Calm down! One question at a time,” Kix barked. “First, the fallopian tubes are not metal tubes, Hardcase. It’s just what they’re called because they connect two sections. Second, yes, babies as big as we are when we come out of the tube are born through the vagina. If necessary, they can be cut out, bu-“

“THEY CUT THEM OU-“ Smack “Ow!”

“Cut it, Appo,” Echo scolded.

“As I was saying, they can be cut out, but that’s in emergency situations. And lastly, they don’t lay eggs. Not females with this anatomy. They carry eggs, and once a female hits puberty, their ovaries release one egg once a month for it to be fertilized,” Kix finished.

“Oh I can tell you allll about how they’re ferti-“ Smack. “Ow!”

“Fives, you’ve never even talked to a girl,” Echo was on a roll Kix very much appreciated.

Taking a pause before moving onto the next section, Kix swept his gaze across the room. Dogma furiously scribbled notes while Hardcase and Oddball looked like they were trying to solve the equation of an ion engine. Echo lazed with his arms across his chest, attention trained on the medic, but gave Appo another swat when he noticed his head nodding to the side. Fives still rubbed the back of his head where Echo hit him, looking like a hurt loth pup not getting to make his crude joke.

Crowded in the middle, a hand raised. Kix recognized the trooper as one of the newest 501st.

“Yes, Doma?”

“Thank you, sir. I’m just curious. What, what happens to the egg if it isn’t fertilized? Does it just…fall out?” The trooper looked around on the ground as if expecting to find a scattering of eggs around him. A soft laugh floated from the back corner of the room.

“Well, Doma, that leads us into the final part of this training. If the egg isn’t fertilized, then the female body goes through what is called the ‘menstrual cycle’ in common. It’s possibly called other things in other languages, but it all refers to the same process.”

Kix picked up the 3-D model and moved back to the front and center of the room, pointing to the uterine lining.

“When released, the egg settles in the lining of the uterus. If it’s not fertilized, the lining sheds and discards the old lining and the egg through the vagina. Then the lining builds up again over the next month preparing for the next egg,” Kix explained. Silence settled over the room and not a single trooper moved. Even Echo looked like Kix just explained a 10-page battle strategy to him with one minute to learn it. “Ok, where did I lose you all?”

Eyes glanced around, no one wanting to speak first. Finally, Dogma raised his hand.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘sheds and discards the old lining’?” he grimaced.

“Here goes nothing,” Kix thought.

“Well, exactly what it sounds like. The lining literally tears itself from the uterus, falls through the vagina, and exits.”

Eruption.

“YOU MEAN-“

“THEIR BODY IS LITERALLY TEA-“

“HOW OFTEN DOES-“

“SHEDS? LIKE, THEIR BODY JUST-“

Fives, Hardcase, Jesse, and a trooper Kix didn’t recognize jumped to their feet, yelling questions. Dogma turned pale. Doma was bracing his head in his hands. Echo’s eyes went wide, stare fixed on a spot in front of him, and troopers around the room reacted with a mix of horror and confusion. The quiet laugh in the corner of the room mingled with the ruckus. Acting fast, Kix brought his fingers to his lips and let out a whistle the patrol across camp could probably hear. Immediately, the questions ceased, but the looks of horror remained. His narrowed eyes got the message across, and all the troopers settled back into their seats. Once he was sure they were focused back on him, Kix went on.

“This is where we’ll open up the question portion of the training.”

Every hand shot up.

“Fives, if this is a joke,” Kix warned.

“No, it’s serious I promise!” Fives pleaded. Kix nodded for him to go on. “When they’re going through this men-menstrol? Mens-“

“Menstrual.”

“Thanks, vod. When they’re going through this menstrual cycle, is it painful?”

“Yes. Pain can vary female to female, but common symptoms are severe cramps. Many females experience cramps painful enough to cripple them anywhere from a couple hours to days. Other common symptoms are muscle cramps in their lower backs and legs, interrupted sleep cycle, severe mood swings, bloating, digestive changes, and headaches or migraines.” Kix explained. A room of faces grimaced back at him.

“How long does it last for,” Echo asked.

“Again, it varies female to female, but on average 3 to 7 days.”

“7 days?! They’re just…bleeding! For 7 days!” A trooper exclaimed in the back.

“Maker, I didn’t think of that,” Jesse mused. “They’re just walking around with their bodies tearing itself on the inside, and they’re just…ok?”

“Well…” Kix started. “I wouldn’t say they’re ‘ok’, but they’re expected to go through life with it. So yes, many females you encounter could be in their cycle.”

“And this happens, every month?” Jesse asked, amazement in his voice.

“Yes, once the female becomes of age, and as long as everything is regular, it happens once a month.”

“Whoa,” Awe passed over the troopers.

“Wait,” Appo shot up in his seat. “Commander Tano!”

Kix’s eyes instinctively found Rex’s. The captain’s smirk turned into a wolfish grin, and it took all of Kix’s respect for the decorated captain to not flip him off.

“What about the commander?” Kix returned to the group.

“Well, she’s a female!” Appo blurted.

“Appo, are you asking if Commander Tano experiences a menstrual cycle?” Kix asked. The captain answered with a vigorous nod of his head, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Well, I can’t disclose patient information, but Commander Tano is of the age that it’s common for females to begin theirs.”

“That..is so…fucking…cool!” Oddball exclaimed.

“You mean our Commander is out there kicking clanker butt while her body is literally tearing itself on the inside? I mean, can she be any greater?” Echo proclaimed, a proud twinkle in his eye.

“Ohhhh is that why she randomly hordes all the chocolate cakes in the mess?” Fives mused.

“I don’t think I need to remind all of you that it is not procedure or polite to bombard the commander with questions about this,” a stern voice interrupted from the back. Amusement still danced in his eyes, but the expression on Rex’s face shut all conversation down immediately.

“Yes, sir,” echoed unanimously.

“Alright, well, if there aren’t any more questions, that concludes the training,” Kix dismissed. While his brothers filed out of the room, Kix allowed himself to relax his shoulders for the first time since Fives entered.

Rex appeared in front of him, hand clasping down on his shoulder, “Not bad trooper. I think you’ll only be getting questions from Hardcase for the next 20 rotations.”

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“Hey, Rex. Have you noticed the boys have been…odd lately?” Ahsoka asked while she and Rex made their way through the halls of the Resolute,

“Not sure I know what you mean, Commander,” Rex responded.

Walking through the narrow halls, a few troopers stepped to the side to salute the commander and captain as they passed. Ahsoka noticed two things. First, their eyes went wide when they first took her in. Second, their force signatures spiked instantly with something mixed with astonishment and pride. Once they passed, she could swear she heard one of them murmur, “An absolute legend.”

These types of occurrences had been happening regularly over the last few weeks, and Ahsoka grew more confused with each one.

“I don’t know. All of them have been looking at me like the shinies look at Anakin when they meet him for the first time. It’s, unnerving,” she explained.

Rex did his best to hide the chuckle rumbling in his chest. Of course, he’d noticed his brothers completely obvious demeanor change towards their commander. Ever since Kix’s trainings finished, the whole 501st viewed their vod’ika in a whole new light – one that put her on par, if not higher, than their general.

“Eh, I’m sure it’s nothing. You know how they get, especially in between missions. Restless and bored. Start actin’ weird. Don’t pay attention to it,” Rex tried to deflect.

Making their way around the corner, Fives and Echo were spotted leaving the mess heading in their direction. When the ARCs recognized who was ahead of them, Fives bounded their way.

“Commander! Lucky running into you. Here, I grabbed an extra chocolate cake just for you. Figured you can stash it away, save it for later,” Fives suggested, giving a wink like he and Ahsoka were in on a secret only the two of them know.

“Uh, thanks, Fives. That was, kind?” Ahsoka shot a look to Rex that said “See?”, but he just shrugged her off as if Fives giving her chocolate cakes happened every day.

“Oh, and commander, I stopped by the med bay earlier. I saw they were low on high strength painkillers, so I requested that Kix put in a supply order right away so we’re well stocked. Wouldn’t want to be caught unprepared, right?” Echo added.

Rex groaned internally. For ARCs, these two were the most obvious troopers he’d ever known.

“That’s, good to know, Echo. Thanks, I think?” Ahsoka tried her best to sound polite, but the whole interaction just confused her more.

“You’re welcome! Well, we’re off to the rec center for some sparring. Rex, join us later?” Echo asked.

“Another time, Echo. I have a briefing at 1500,” Rex answered, dismissing the troopers.

Later that day, Ahsoka stashed that cake in her quarters and made a note to stop by the med bay to grab some of the painkillers before next week. She didn’t know what was going on with the boys, but she wasn’t going to not take advantage.

#tay writes #star wars #the clones wars #501st legion #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #clone trooper dogma #captain appo #clone trooper kix #clone medic kix #clone trooper hardcase #divider by samspenandsword #cw: menstruation

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Date Night Pt. 2

A/N: Finally finished! This was my first time writing Cody and first time including spice in a full fic, rather than a drabble. Those two things made this a challenge but I finally got it to a place I liked. I hope you all like it, too.

This starts partway through Pt 1 and shows how Cody's date went, so go check that out here if you haven't yet.

Pairing: Cody x f!Reader

W/C: 5,386 words (I let this one get away from me but I have no regrets).

Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon after the divider, Dom!Cody (brat tamer got a hold of me), bratty sub if you squint.

Dividers by @samspenandsword and @djarrex, respectively.

He was too nice. Honestly, he blamed General Kenobi. The man’s deep compassion that bordered on insanity seemed to have rubbed off on the Marshal Commander. That was the only reason he was here, in a dance studio that didn’t serve alcohol, dressed in the nicest and somehow most uncomfortable civies he owned, leading a stranger through the crowd.

Of course his date got there first. He just hoped Rex’s would hurry up. His brother looked ready to call it from nerves, and the night had barely started. And Cody was not about to be left here seeing as this whole matchmaking endeavor was his brother’s idea.

At least you seemed pleasant enough when you introduced yourself. A bit formal, if anything, but Cody wasn’t really going to complain about having someone as beautiful as you on his arm for the evening.

The movements the instructor called out, something called a triple step, was almost insultingly easy, and the pair of you mastered it rather quickly. With each step, though, Cody couldn’t help but look up and around, checking in on Rex.

“Do you want to try for real?” You asked, breaking the slightly tense silence mitigated only by the crowd around you.

“Huh?”

Your lips quirked at his distracted response, likely mistaking it for nerves. You were pretty when you smiled. “Like partner dancing. It looks like you picked up the steps pretty quick, so do you want to try them for real?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He let you lead, moving into the circle of his arms and resting your one hand against his shoulder, taking the other in yours without an ounce of hesitation.

“You’re no beginner at this, are you?” he questioned as his free arm draped across your back, unsurprised when you shook you head.

“No, but I don’t mind brushing up on the basics. It’s good to reaffirm foundations.”

Cody agreed with a hum, having found himself barking a similar sentiment to his men, though the foundations for their training was very different. “A good philosophy to have.”

“I think so, at least. Better to prepare than be caught unaware.”

“Are you always so pragmatic?” he asked, an eyebrow raising as he turned his attention fully to you for the first time.

You shrugged your shoulders gently. “I don’t think so, but my friends will likely say otherwise.”

“Maybe your friends are jealous,” he offered, earning a delicious, full laugh for his efforts.

“No, definitely not. They’re rather fed up with me usually, but they still indulge me.”

Unsure how to answer beyond an approving nod, Cody let the conversation drop.

The two of you settled into a nice rhythm with your movements. The silence was still a bit awkward, but not unpleasantly so. Though with each turn, he kept his eyes scanning the crowd for a buzzed blond head.

A small smile curled at the corner of his lip seeing his brother swaying not very gracefully with his date, both smiling like idiots at one another.

Looks like he doesn’t need my help anymore.

It wasn’t quite relief, more like sweet satisfaction that rolled through him at seeing his brother really let go and enjoy himself.

Surprisingly, Cody was having a good time, too. More than he anticipated he would, at least. The dancing was different than what he’d experienced in other bars and clubs and while he wasn’t one to shy away from a night out with his men, it was never his choice activity for leave.

But this? Swaying and gliding smoothly across the floor to a song he could actually hear the words to, matched step for step by a beautiful woman? One who, based on first impressions at least, was intelligent and composed?

He wouldn’t mind doing this again.

“You keep checking out the other girls here and I may get jealous.” Your tone was light, teasing, but there was an edge he heard just underneath. Your face showed a similar pleasant mask as he realized he had been turned away from you for a bit.

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Oh no?” Your tone that time was sharper, the edge peeking through and Cody realized he was losing control of the situation.

“No, and I’m sorry I gave that impression,” he sighed and pulled you slightly closer. “The truth is I didn’t want to be set up. But my brother did, and he wasn’t coming without backup. I couldn’t let him fly solo or he’d get stuck in his head. That’s who I’ve been looking at.”

Deftly timing his steps, Cody circled the two of you around so you could see Rex and his date more clearly.

“He’s a good man, just awkward beyond belief when off the battlefield. I guess I felt I owed it to him to act as his wingman tonight.”

He looked back down to you, only to find you had leaned forward, almost pressing your forehead against his chest as your shoulders shook.

“Kark, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cr-”

But when you looked up, you weren’t crying. Mirth from your laughter danced across your face and for a genuine moment, there was no other thought in Cody’s mind besides imprinting that sight into his memory forever.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I accuse you of having a wandering eye, but we’re playing the same game.”

“I … what?”

“See her?” You pointed slyly at the girl in Rex’s arms. “She’s my best friend. I am looking to find someone, but the only reason I went through a matchmaker is because of her. She’s usually so nervous meeting new people that she clams up, so she thought an arranged date would help — no guessing if the person is at least open to a relationship. But the first rule of girl code is you don’t let your friend meet a new guy on her own. So … here I am, keeping an eye on her, ready to break a nose if I have to.”

At that, Cody let out a braw laugh, one that came from deep in his gut. You certainly were something else.

“What? You don’t think a girl can throw a punch?” Your indignation may have been genuine, he didn’t have the best read on you yet. But the traces of your smile made him believe it was a farce.

“Oh, I have no doubt the damage you can do, little one,” he teased, turning you both away from your friends. They seemed happy enough on their own, anyway, and he now wanted to enjoy his night to its fullest. “But I’ve been whipping Rex into shape since we were cadets. If in the incredibly unlikely event that he earns a punch, I’d be happy to deliver it on your behalf.”

You tilted your head as you crooned, “My hero,” sarcasm lacing your tone and igniting a fire in his gut.

But your jovial expression faded slightly as your eyes cut back across the room. “Unlikely, huh? So … he’s a good guy?”

He wasn’t sure if you realized how much you revealed of yourself in that moment. How the confident mask slid completely off to show the care and vulnerability beneath. You couldn’t have realized, he decided. But he still selfishly took the gift of your trust that he most definitely did not yet earn.

He would, though. He wanted to, at least.

“One of the best. Your friend couldn’t be in better hands.”

Slowly, your eyes glide back up to his and you smile again. But he can see the difference now, and this one isn’t a mask.

“Hmm, I think there may be better hands to be in tonight.”

Cody swallowed a growl at your implication, ego stoked by the hunger in your eyes as they raked over his face.

“Oh?” he prompted.

“Mm-hmm.” You stepped closer, pressing your front against his softly enough to give him room to step back if he wanted out. He moved forward. “But I don’t want to share.”

Cody knew how to wield his body like a weapon, not just on the battlefield but off to keep his men in line around the clock. His gaze, his voice, his posture all served to force excited shinies and wayward troopers to behave to regulation. He put all that knowledge to use as he pinned you with his gaze, eyes unwavering as he bent forward and invaded the last of your personal space, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You don’t ever have to share,” he promised, meaning every word if you would let him in. A grace he asked for gently, pressing his lips lightly to yours, keeping his eyes on you even as yours fluttered closed.

The moment he pulled back, the tip of your pretty pink tongue slid out to slide along your bottom lip, tasting him again, before you opened your eyes again to stare straight through him.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“You know, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you suggested leaving the class.”

Cody looked down — again — to check his movements against the complex pattern of steps marked on the flimsy on your floor, dotted lines connecting outlines of feet to show proper motion and placement. But the music was too fast and the rhythm too unfamiliar for him to accomplish his goal with any grace.

“You were the one who said that class was too easy, and I was still promised a dancing date. Gotta get you to my level before that can happen, don’t I?” you teased, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching him with bright eyes and a smile hidden behind the rim of the glass you were sipping from.

Or you could pick an easier style.

The thought was ungracious, and Cody would never admit defeat anyway. But still, it rubbed him wrong that such an easy civvie activity was this much trouble to master.

“Here, let me,” you offered, placing your glass down and slipping in behind him. And he did let you, resting his hands lightly over yours as you pressed yourself against his back.

“You want to rotate your hips when you step. It’ll make your movements more fluid and help you keep the beat.”

He felt the heat of your breath seep through the back of his thin shirt and radiate down his spine as your hands began moving his hips as you desired.

It was odd, giving someone else this much control over his body. It wasn’t strictly unpleasant — he very much enjoyed the weight of you against him and the subtle way you tried to hide how you would press your hips into his ass with each rotation. But it felt a bit too much like charging into battle without a strategy or even a map to locate his target.

Cody was, for the first time in a long time, flying blind.

But you seemed to have it all mapped out. Gently, you nudged your toe against his right heel, pushing that foot forward as you did the same with his right hip.

“Just like that,” you praised. You must have looked up, because this time he felt your breath tickle the fine hairs at the base of his neck. He shivered, and he didn’t need to see you to know you felt it.

“Where did you learn to dance this way?” he asked, trying to focus on anything besides how badly he wanted to turn around and show you a different kind of dance, one he would take the lead in.

You kept nudging his feet into the next step, slowly turning him in a circle. “I learned when I was a teenager. I needed a physical outlet and the woman who owned the local studio offered free classes if I worked the front desk on weekends.”

“A physical outlet?”

He wasn’t sure if he was imagining you tightening your grip on him, but he tightened his hold on your hands in response regardless.

“Yeah … I had a lot of stress and anger at the time, and it got me in a bit of trouble. A teacher recommended writing or crafting to calm me down, but I couldn’t sit still long enough for any kind of hobby like that. Timing worked out that I found the studio just when they needed someone. It didn’t take long after for me to fall in love with dancing.”

Flashes came to him of hours spent splitting his knuckles on a weighted bag, muscles straining after a too-long training session that still hadn’t washed away the pain and frustration after a mission. Those images soon faded to new ones, imagined ones of you, pivoting and moving gracefully, the power evident in your limbs as you move forcefully through the music he can’t hear.

“So you still take classes?” He hoped you wouldn’t hear how his voice caught.

You chuckled, only a little mocking. “I teach them now.”

It was a funny comparison, but with each facet of yourself you revealed, Cody thought of it like another level of Coruscant — polished and clean on the surface, but with so much hidden underneath. And he wanted to explore them all.

“And do you give every student such … hands-on help?”

For a moment, his heart stuttered as he felt your hands slip away from his sides. But the disappointment was soothed seconds later as you slid around to his front, finally facing him again. Gods you were gorgeous.

“Only if he’s got promise.” Everything from the tilt of your lips and tone of your voice to the way you arched against him screamed “tease.”

And Cody knew how to handle a tease.

Done with pretending he didn’t want more, pretending he wasn’t thinking about every other way your body could move against his, he gripped your waist and pulled harshly until there was no room between you. The position forced your neck back to keep eye contact, and his knees almost buckled at the sight.

“I’ll show you promise, little one.”

His lips descended on yours, claiming them thoroughly without any room for argument as he walked you backward to press you into the wall.

How you opened up to him, without a hint of hesitation, was even sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. Cody relished it. So when you put your walls back up and tried taking control, your hands delicately sliding to the front of his pants, he caught your wrists and lifted them, holding them firm in one hand over your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, he let his eyes feast on you, pulled taunt and on display before him.

“Let me touch you,” you ordered, pulling against his hold.

He nipped at your pout.

“No.”

Cody dipped his head to continue nipping, gentle but firm, down the smooth column of your neck. You writhed against him, and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from his denial or his bites. He smirked. Either way, you were slowly coming undone beneath him … just as he wanted.

He slipped his knee between your legs. “You wanted to see promise. So I’m showing you all I promise to give.”

You weren’t subtle. Your hips moved almost desperately to find friction along his thigh. But he kept it intentionally just out of reach. Just so you would feel it there but be unable to take your pleasure.

You’d learn it wasn’t something to take. Only something to be given.

And from the huff that sent your chest heaving right before his eyes, it was a lesson you were going to insist he teach the hard way.

“Okay, you got promise.” Your admission sounded like vinegar to the ears and Cody imagined it tasted even worse. He loved it. “But it’s no good if you don’t follow through.”

His free hand trailed up from your waist to skim across the outside curve of your breast. He knew the sensation must have felt so dull with so many layers between his fingers and your skin. Which made it all the more satisfying when you arched into the touch you could barely feel.

He wondered how it felt in your imagination. Craved to see how you’d react to the real thing.

“And yet just the promise has you so flustered.” He leaned forward again to pull your earlobe between his teeth, smiling around his prize at your sharp inhale. “I wonder just how far I can push you on the promise alone.”

“Cody, come on!” It wasn’t a whine, not really. But he bet it was as close as you ever let yourself get to one.

Until tonight.

“That’s not how you ask for something, little one.” Pulling back to his full height, Cody brings his free hand to tilt your chin up. “Try again.”

Your raised eyebrow was met one of his own. An incredulous unstoppable force meeting a confident unmovable object.

Oh, your stubbornness was beautiful. Hardened and shaped by circumstances he had only just begun to learn, it was a mark of your strength and resilience. But it wasn’t your core. And he was determined to push past it to see that vulnerability from earlier. This time given just for him.

“Come on, princess. Just ask nicely and I’ll take care of you.” His lips pressed to yours again, still firm but slower this time. Sensual. A different type of promise unspoken as his hand moved to pull your hips closer, holding you securely but gently to him. “I’ll take such good care of you.”

A whine, needy and pitchy, rang out so beautifully for him as he felt your resistance melt away.

“Please, Cody. Please let me feel you.”

He rested his forehead against yours so he could see your desperate, bright eyes.

“Good girl.”

He released your hands which fell to his shoulders immediately, using the leverage to pull yourself closer as he moved forward to kiss you again. Now free from holding you back, his own hands slid under the hem of your top to skate along the warm expanse of your lower back. An indulgent moan tore through him, sparking one of your own in response.

You responded to him the way you did to the music earlier, naturally falling into the perfect rhythm, letting him lead you as he pleased. Satisfaction sung in his blood as your tongue danced along his but bending to his will.

Pulling away then was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. But he was going to do this right. And that meant moving out of the living room.

“Now, you’re going to show me to your bedroom, you’re going to get undressed, then you’re going to keep behaving so I can make you come harder than you ever have before. Understood?”

You tilted your head and pursed your lips as if really considering his commands as a proposal, the silent challenge already igniting his blood again.

“But what if I want you to strip first?” Your hand slipped to cup his erection before he could stop you.

“What if I want you in my mouth first?” You bit your lip enticingly as you pressed against him.

“What if I want to make you feel good first?” You squeezed him but too lightly for him to feel satisfied.

You were going to be the death of him. You were used to getting your way, and no wonder. What sort of man could refuse that offer. But Cody wasn’t just any man. He going to make you follow orders or die trying. And if death came for him in your bed, he would thank every star for his fortune.

He knelt slightly to lift you into his arms, groaning at the heat he could already feel radiating off you.

“Then I’m not going to stop you,” he started, making his way through your apartment. You pointed him in the right direction and he pivoted, smiling at the look of victory on your face. “But I will have to punish you after.”

Confusion drew your expression tight. Gods, you were a precious thing, weren’t you?

“Punish?”

Cody dropped you onto the bed, enjoying the way you bounced and flailed to regain your balance.

“Of course,” he husked, crawling over to trap you beneath him. You reacted perfectly again, like you knew each step already as you laid back and welcomed his bulk, hands at his waist to secure him to you. “Good girls follow orders. Bad girls do what they want. So bad girls get punished.”

Running his hand under the front of your shirt, Cody slowly began lifting the fabric, his lips tracing each inch of newly exposed skin.

“And do you know what that punishment is?” he asked as your bra — a pretty, lacy thing — was revealed to him. He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses to the fabric just above your peak.

Your whimper had him repeating the process on your other breast.

“Do you?” he asked, pulling back to look at your flustered face, eyes pleading in a way he’d soon get your mouth to join.

You shook your head and whispered, “No.”

With a smile at your disheveled state, Cody rocked his length into your core, gritting his teeth to hold back his own groan so he could indulge in yours.

“Punishment means you don’t get to come.”

Sliding back, he hooked his fingers around the waist of your trousers and pulled as he settled on his knees in front of the bed. Grabbing your thighs, he slid you to the edge of the mattress before pressing against the inside of your legs, spreading you open for him.

He nearly lost control right there. The sight of your glistening sex blooming for him tested every ounce of resolve. Maker, he did this. He made you feel this way. And he was only getting started.

“So, I’ll ask once again,” he warned, his hand coming to trace the outside of your lips, pulling at the flesh to expose even more of you to his hungry eyes. “Are you going to be good for me? Are you going to let me fulfill my promise?”

His patience was thinner than a razor’s edge, so when your answer wasn’t immediate, he doled out his first reprimand, bringing his hand down firmly but without too much force on your wet cunt. The slap echoed sinfully in your bedroom, drowned out only by your cursing.

“Fuck!”

“I need an answer, little one. And I need it now.” His voice was more gravel than honey, forced from his vocal cords desperately as he sat too close to what he wanted only to be left in limbo. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy. I just need to know if it deserves to come.”

It was the last straw. Your confession and consent poured out of you like a damn bursting, “Please! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good just please let me feel your tongue!”

Cody didn’t keep you waiting. He dove in, determined to reward you for being so good. He focused his attention on your clit, working over the sensitive bundle of nerves with firm strokes, moaning into your heat as your hips moved against him, riding him to increase your pleasure.

He needed more from you. He needed you undone.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, pulling harshly until he felt your hands grip his hair, tugging at the short strands.

“Maker, Cody, just like that.”

He soothed over the area with a gentle lick before repeating the process, delighting in your cries at the sensation. Your nails scraped along his scalp and he welcomed every pass, the slight pain grounding him and affirming just how good he could make you feel.

When your legs began to shake around him, he dipped down to press against your opening, pushing his tongue just inside your channel to feel the muscles quiver at his touch.

“Yes, yes, yes right there. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna –”

And he was sure you were about to cum. But before you could, he pulled away.

“NO!”

Your scream brought a smirk to his face. Stripping quickly, Cody crawled back over you, pulling your legs to rest over his hips before gripping your waist. Every inch of you looked as utterly wrecked as he felt, from the tangled mess of your hair across the bedspread to the wide, pleading eyes that bore into his.

“I said I was gonna be good,” you whined, demanding your release. He was starting to love the sound.

Reaching forward, he guided your torso up just enough for him to remove your shirt and bra, finally bearing you completely to him. His hands trailed delicately across your collar, down the swell of your cleavage and finally across the peak of your nipple. With a sharp inhale, you arch into the touch, accidentally coating his length in your slick.

“I know, princess, I know,” he cooed, soothing the sharp sting of denial with his words as his hands gripped your waist. “That was punishment for teasing me earlier. Couldn’t let that slide, now could I?”

He gave you a pointed look, and you shook your head slightly, resignation coloring your features.

“But with your punishment out of the way,” he started, shifting his hips to place his tip at your entrance. “I can finally give you your reward. Would you like that?”

You nodded eagerly, but that wasn’t quite enough for him.

“Words, little one. I need to hear you say it. Would you like me to make you come on my cock?”

Your eyes locked with his in a final moment of clarity.

“Yes,” you breathed like a promise.

He was losing himself. He didn’t even make you say please that time. He couldn’t. Couldn’t bear waiting another moment to sink into you with you so willing beneath him.

In a slow but steady push, he felt your walls split around him, welcoming him home. Your hands squeezed his forearms, nails leaving half-moon smiles along his skin.

Part of him wished they’d scar.

Fully seated inside you, Cody could feel every spasm as you worked yourself up around him. “Shh, relax,” he ordered softly, bringing one hand over your lower belly and pushing down to still you. “Just relax.”

He left his hand there to keep you in place. Your head was tossed back, eyes closed tight in an expression of pure, unfulfilled desire, your mouth open but void of any sound. Reaching forward, Cody slid his free hand under the base of your skull, tilting your head forward and biting back a groan as the new angle let him sink even deeper into you.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his.

“There’s my good girl.”

Good girls get rewards.

Cody waited for your smile to break all the way across your face before pulling out slowly and sliding back into you with controlled force. You tried so hard to keep those eyes open and on him, only letting your lids slide down halfway at the pleasure.

He repeated the motion, finding his own rhythm to drive you wild. Slow but powerful thrusts broke down every shred of resistance until you were putty in his hands, taking all he had to give you.

“Kark, you take me so well. Like you were kriffing made for me,” he praised, his voice barely more than a whisper but the way you tightened around him confirmed you heard it.

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing how perfect you feel? How good you’re being for me?” He growled loudly when you tightened even more.

“I do.”

Your breathless admittance had him moving faster, snapping his hips to yours with increasing pressure and forcing the sweetest cries from you.

“Don’t stop! Fuck, Cody please don’t stop,” you begged, your desperation fanning the fire inside him further. Nothing could get him to stop now.

Your hands fell from his arms to trail along your torso, catching his ravenous gaze.

He leaned ever closer, bending over you so his stomach brushed against yours as he kept his pace. “Go on.”

Your hands moved higher slowly, cupping your breasts and squeezing until the soft flesh spilled from between your fingers. You bit your lip, a moan clearly on your tongue you arched, offering yourself to his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate. Pushing forward, he wrapped his mouth around the tight bud of your nipple and sucked hard, delighting in the hoarse cry that burst from your mouth.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Put your fingers in my mouth.”

And you obeyed, reaching up to press the tips of your fingers against his lips. His tongue darted out, sucking them in and lavishing them until they were soaked.

“Touch yourself. Let me see how you make yourself feel good.”

He returned to your breast, suckling hard as he watched your fingers tease your other bud, a chorus of cries harmonizing with the repetitive wet slap of his balls against your cunt.

It was too much. He could feel the edge approaching and he couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. But first, you.

Releasing your breast with a sinful pop, Cody leaned back to rest on his knees, pulling your hips even higher. Once you were settled, he pressed harder on your lower belly as his thumb found your clit, swiping hard over the sensitive nerves.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he promised, pounding into you frantically now, needing to feel your release. “I’ve got you. Now come. Come for me, my good girl.”

Nothing could have prepared him for this — how spectacular you looked as your orgasm took you, your back arching, using the leverage from your hips to impale yourself completely on his cock, your head tilting back to expose your throat to him. Or how fucking tight your walls constricted around him, pleasure so complete it bordered on pain until, with one last thrust, his own climax crashed through him, whiting out his vision for a moment.

He could feel the spasms of aftershocks running through you, milking him dry as he held firm above you. As much as he wanted to stay buried in your heat, he had to pull out, not wanting to risk overstimulating himself.

At least, not this time.

Even with his training, Cody was still out of breath. But you? You were a mess, shaking and panting in the aftermath of his attention. Rolling to the side, Cody lay back, pulling you to him and grounding you in his arms as he whispered praise and affection into your ear, his hand running soothing passes along your back.

Eventually, your breathing evened out and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“There she is.” He smiled gently, bringing his hand around to cup your face and press a tender kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you whispered, matching his smile.

“Hi,” he replied, pressing his forehead to yours. “I should apologize. I did intend on discussing all of this with you first.”

You shook your head against his. “It’s ok. You gave me plenty of outs. And I’m not sure what I would have said, anyway. I’ve … I’ve never really done anything like that before. I didn’t … didn’t think I’d like it.”

You bit your lip and ducked your head slightly, but you never looked away. A swell of pride coursed through him at your boldness.

“And you did? Like it, that is?”

He laughed at your answering nod.

“Words, pretty girl. I need to hear it if you want that to happen again.”

You rolled your eyes, and he delivered a swift yet soft swat to your behind, intently intrigued by the soft gasp of your response. He made a note to come back to that later.

“Try again.”

You leaned up so barely an inch of space existed between you.

“I liked it,” you said. “I really, really liked it.”

“Good,” he confirmed as he settled you both in for the night.

Just before sleep claimed him, Cody realized he had to thank Rex for being such a nervous wreck. He hoped his brother’s date went well, otherwise the little punk would never let him live this down.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #212th Attack Battalion

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littlemissmanga · 9 months

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Hiiiiii friend

Could I get a #2 with Tech for the spicy drabble pls ?

👉🏻👈🏻

Send me a number and a clone and I'll write a spicy 200 word drabble.

I am so sorry this took me to long, friend. I went too hard too fast with these drabbles and I lost my creative spark and needed a breather.

Thank you for your patience, and for sending me a lovely Tech request <3 I hope this satisfies.

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Request: “That is the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my life.”

W/C: 237

Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon/whatever we're calling it these days, no touching and no physical interaction though, bondage (reader), slight dom!Tech

Divider by @samspenandsword

“There, that should do it.” As usual, his statement was meant mostly for his own benefit, however he’d be lying if he didn’t acknowledge your reaction to his words. You always were so sensitive to that sort of thing.

And he wanted you sensitive.

Stepping back, Tech took his time taking in each part of your body that has been delicately wrapped in crisscrossing silk by his meticulous hands.

Your arms were secured by a single strip behind the headrest, lifting your torso. The luxurious material then cupped under your breasts as if to hold them up further for inspection, with a different strip running down your sternum in between. Offshoots wove from that center to wrap around each hip, winding down to your knee, where the silk then diverged to tie off against the legs of his pilot’s chair, keeping your legs wide apart and revealing your sex to him.

There, spread open and exposed by his intricate design, you were a gift, one just for his indulgence.

“You are the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He spoke slow and soft, enunciating each word so the weight of his sincerity would consume you.

You squirmed, affected as always when his voice would rasp with desire, and a smirk crawled over his lips as he settled himself in the co-pilot's chair, his hand reaching to cup himself gently.

“Shh, darling. Settle down. I’ll take care of you in a moment. But first, I want to enjoy this masterpiece.”

#tbb tech x reader #tech x reader #clone thirsting #thanks for the ask!#sorry it took so long but I'm glad I waited #this came out so much better than my first few attempts #tbb fanfic #the bad batch

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meadow-selfship · 7 months

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new quest added!

>> open quest

moonbathe with your f/o. feel the magic of the moon flow over you.

>>> activate quest?

dividers by samspenandsword and saradika

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rion-isnot-an-ai · 3 months

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Promise

Hanako’s death/Hanakai fic

I’m just starting to get into writing, so I tried my best 🤗

Warning: blood & death (and very bad writing. I tried to proof read it as much as possible, I’m sorry)

The ground felt cold against Hanako’s back. Her vision was blurred with pain and the blood flowing down her face. Her right arm felt numb, but she couldn’t remember what happened to it. She couldn’t focus on anything. The pain stopped after a while, and she felt completely numb.

Suddenly, Hanako would feel someone’s arms wrap around her gently. She could make out the blurry figure of Iguro. Blood was spilling out of the long claw slashes over his eyes; and the long scars on his cheeks that were revealed during the battle were reopened and bleeding.

“Iguro…” Hanako would whisper. Her voice sounded raspy and hollow. “It’s over…”

Iguro nodded. “Yes…we won.”

“I think…I’m going to die…” Hanako said, tears coming to her eyes. She couldn’t repress a small sob. “But…I’m just so glad it’s over.”

Iguro gently pulled Hanako closer to him. “Don’t cry, please…I don’t want you to be sad…”

Hanako managed to smile slightly. Even in their last moments, Iguro was so caring and compassionate towards her. He always made her feel loved and comfortable with herself. The way he looked at her with his caring expression, but… she looked up at the scratches on his eyes. Hanako let out another sob. “I’m sorry…Iguro…I’m sorry this happened to you.”

Iguro shook his head. “Please don’t say that. Don’t spend your last moments in sorrow…”

Hanako took a few deep breaths as tears streamed down her face. “Thank you…for always caring about me…You made me feel worth something…the nightmares were bearable when you were with me…”

Iguro stroked Hanako’s cheek. “No, Hanako…you made me feel like I was worth something. You saved me…I felt so normal around you…I felt like I belonged…”

Hanako looked up at Iguro. He was crying…the tears coming from his closed eyes and mixing with the blood. She had never seen him cry.

The sun slowly rose into the sky, and it shone down on them. “Iguro…” Hanako murmured. “Can you promise me that…we’ll meet again…in the afterlife…?”

“…I promise…” Iguro nodded. He would keep this promise even if he had to crawl out of Hell to do it. He wouldn’t let her heart be broken, especially after all this.

Hanako slowly closed her eyes. She let herself relax in Iguro’s arms and slowly fall into darkness, as she muttered her final words.

“…I love you…Obanai…”

lovely sun dividers by @/samspenandsword

#🌙#Writing #oc #hanako kimura #Obanai iguro #Hanakai #kny #demob slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny oc #oc x character #self ship #angst

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saradika · 4 months

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OH MY GOD YOURE A GODSEND IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR DEVIDERS EVERYWHERE.

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 4 months

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Flames Of Love | PJM

Pairing: prince! Jimin x fem! concubine! Reader

Summary: A tragedy. A new reign. A cruel order given by the king. Prince Jimin was forced to leave his home in the palace while trying to save both his and your life. Yet you both ended up burning in the flames of your love. Wrong time. Wrong life. Right person and a story that crumbled to the ashes of destiny.

Warnings: fluff, angst, character death, poison, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, cruelty, royal au, historical au, fratricide, suicide, feelings of fear, frustration and anguish, harem, mentions of a contagious disease, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.1k words

~Prompt 4: Snuggling by a cozy fireplace

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

A/N: This was inspired by historical facts during the Ottoman Empire as well as Romeo & Juliet, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Snow was falling from the dark skies, the winds were strong, breaking through the thick branches of the tall trees. You shivered, tightening your outer robe around you as if it would help chase the cold away.

You felt an even thicker robe fall onto your shoulders, you looked up only to spot Prince Jimin sitting down next to you.

"Wouldn't you be cold, Your Highness?"

He smiled softly at you, his arm going over your shoulders as he pressed you to his side.

"No, your love warms my heart, Queen of my heart."

You sighed, eyes trained on the improvised fireplace you both had made inside the cave you were hiding. The flames were reflected in your (e/c) eyes as you allowed yourself to get hypnotised by the burning fire.

Jimin bit his lower lip in worry, fighting a shiver that threatened to travel down his spine. He had been on the run for three months now, winter had started and he knew he had to leave the kingdom before the cold would get even more crude.

The young prince had lived a luxurious and care-free life but his peace crumbled down like a paper plane when his older brother ascended the throne. According to tradition, the king must murder his brothers to keep the order during his reign.

He was wanted in order to get killed.

And this situation only escalated when he selfishly took you to escape with him. You were one of his concubines in the harem yet he only wanted you. To him, you were a red rose in a garden of white daisies. Every woman in his harem was of an enchanting beauty yet you, to his eyes, were mesmerizingly beautiful. Inside and out.

If he hadn't taken you with him, you would be dead by now considering you were his woman and couldn't ever bed with any other man.

Times were difficult and life was cruel. Jimin left with you by his side for he couldn't fathom the thought of your death because of him. Of leaving you behind in the palace and causing your demise all because you had fallen in love with him.

If he were to die, he'd die with you. Though to society you were a mere concubine, to him you were his Queen. The woman who commanded his heart and thoughts. He loved you. Just as ardently as the flames that danced in front of him on that hectic winter night.

"Have you heard of Min Yoongi, Your Highness? They said he was arrested."

Your whispered words brought him out of his thoughts. He sighed, resting his chin over your head as he closed his eyes, in desperation or redemption he could no longer tell.

"I did, (y/n). We won't be able to escape in his boat next Monday."

A moment of silence passed by, only the sound of the flames cracking in front of you and the strong wind whistling outside could be heard alongside your beating heart for the man who held you so affectionately.

"Will the king kill him?"

Your voice made his heart shatter in millions of pieces. You sounded so scared, so broken. Lost. When he had once listened to your voice command, he had heard the melodious sound of your laugh and your soft whispers under the moonlight as you both rested under his silky sheets.

"I don't think so. Yoongi is a clever man, he knows what to do."

You nodded against Jimin's chest in silent agreement though your heart still ached for the soft yet stoic man who had been willing to help the prince and you escape without hesitation.

Jimin looked behind him, spotting the last reserve of wine in his possession. He had personally saved that one for when this moment would come, hoping with his entire being that he wouldn't need to use it.

His right hand reached for it with trembling fingers. His own heart clenched at the thought of what he was about to do. You snuggled deeper into his embrace and tears clouded his vision.

"Let's enjoy our last wine, mmh? Are you thirsty?"

You nodded at his question and he brought the bottle up to your lips, allowing you to drink as much as you pleased. When you were done, Jimin brought the bottle up to his lips, hesitating to drink from it. Yet his mind was made when you buried your head in his chest.

He drank the wine and dropped the bottle to the side, rolling on the dirty ground.

"Isn't it beautiful? The fire, I mean."

He chuckled softly, tears gathering in his eyes at what he had done. To you, to him, to you both. If he were to go to hell, he wouldn't mind it for he had already been in heaven when you were by his side.

"You are more beautiful, (y/n) of mine."

You looked up at him, your eyes met his in an intimate dance of emotions. He didn't know he was crying until your hand rested on his cheek, your thumb wiping the lonely tear that had left his eye.

"Don't cry, my prince. We'll find a way to leave this kingdom. We'll get married and live like we have always dreamt of."

He smiled through his tears, his eyes closed with the motion and you couldn't help but smile as well.

"We will, my beautiful (y/n). You'll be mine and I'll be yours."

In this lifetime or the next one, my love.

Your head rested once more against his chest, your hands around his waist as your eyes focused once more on the flickering flames.

"Can you sing to me, prince of my soul? That song I like."

Could he deny you in a moment like this? Never. He had never denied you anything you wanted, anything your heart desired was yours with just a word leaving your lips. And now, when you both were on the brink of death, chased down to die and burning with the flames of love from the heavens above, if you wanted him to sing, he'd sing until no voice would remain in his throat or the poison he just drank took his life first.

His soft voice resonated across the walls of the cave, you smiled with your eyes closed, feeling a tiredness seep into your bones. The melody you had heard plenty of times before sounded now like an angel whispering in your ear the secrets of the universe.

"I love you, Jimin."

You whispered and he was barely able to hear those words leave your lips. His arms tightened around you, feeling as you fell asleep next to him while snuggling together by a cosy fireplace. Your hands went limp on his lap as you succumbed to the tiredness that suddenly invaded your body.

You fell asleep in his arms, never to wake up again. Jimin let out a sob, holding your body impossibly close to him as tears left his eyes and ran down his cheeks like endless rivers of pain, of desperation and guilt.

"I love you too, my (y/n). Queen of my existence."

He laid you down on the thin blanket behind you both with him by your side, already feeling the effects of the poison taking control of his mind.

His eyes closed, inhaling the smell of your hair for the last time before his heart froze in time next to yours. The last beat of his heart was dedicated to you and the life you had dreamed together, hoping to meet in the next life in simplicity yet still with the flames of love burning like the sun.

The next morning, the sun illuminated the snow-covered paths. The light reflected over the white thickness that had fallen from the sky and the ground looked like it was covered in diamonds.

Kim Namjoon, Captain of the King's private army galloped through the forest, his soldiers behind him.

The man of noble origin had been tasked by the king himself to find his brother, kill the concubine he had escaped with and bring the prince to his presence.

Namjoon's heart ached at the thought of what fate was going to deliver to you and Jimin. All because he was born after the now king, all because you had fallen in love with him. All because the fire of your love didn't melt the ice of the cruel law that chained Jimin to live in fear for both his and your life.

Namjoon had been following Prince Jimin's steps since he escaped the palace yet he brought the young prince as much time as he could, hoping you and Jimin would get the chance to escape the kingdom.

However, the king was growing impatient and sent yet another Captain to look for his brother and the woman he had claimed for himself. This only put even more pressure over Captain Kim Namjoon who wanted to at least spare your life.

He had met you before, in one of Prince Jimin's parties he organised every season of the year. He could tell why the prince had fallen deeply in love with you. Viewing you as if you were his Queen and he were a mere peasant not worthy of even breathing near you.

"Captain! I see a small cave, maybe His Highness and Lady (y/n) hid there during last night's storm."

A younger soldier by the name of Jeon Jungkook and Namjoon's right hand spoke against the freezing breeze that cut through the dried branches of the tall trees.

Namjoon sighed when he spotted the cave, directing his black horse to walk in that direction without a word. Jungkook and the rest of his soldiers followed him with only the crunch sound under the horses hooves resonated over the quiet forest.

Nothing would have prepared Namjoon for what he saw once he entered the cave, Jungkook was by his side. Both men were speechless as they saw the frozen body of Prince Jimin embracing you, his concubine and lover in this lifetime.

"They are dead, aren't they?"

Asked the younger soldier. Namjoon took a deep breath, eyes landing on the burnt sticks of the fireplace that only a couple of hours ago were still alive.

He picked up the empty bottle of wine, the only container he saw laying around. Namjoon smelled it, only to retrieve the bottle from his nose the next second.

"Poison. I'd say they drank it last night. That fire was still alive earlier today."

A melancholy invaded the men's hearts, like claws of a demon that threatened to crush their hearts. Was this the consequence of time? Of love? Was death the only solution Jimin saw for you both?

"I don't think they suffered at the end. Maybe they chose to die in their own terms, by their own hand. Together until the end."

Namjoon let out a deep sigh after the soft words that left Jungkook's lips. The oldest one turned to look at his friend and subordinate, his eyes were serious with a sadness lingering in his dark orbs.

"Listen to me, Jungkook. You saw nothing here, you understand?"

The doe-eyed man nodded, jaw clenched as he gazed at the man he admired the most in this world.

"I understand, Captain Kim."

With that, both of them exited the cave with slow steps and heavy hearts. Namjoon stood in front of his soldiers as he said in a strong voice.

"This cave will be sealed. A really decayed body is inside and I suspect it was infected with some kind of unknown disease. In order to keep His Majesty's reign safe, no-one will ever enter this place again."

The men obeyed their Captain's orders, sealing the cave with heavy rocks, hiding the tragedy of love behind that wall of stones.

Namjoon made his horse turn around, his soldiers following behind him in respect and loyalty. Jungkook glanced at his friend and superior, reading the melancholy in the man's eyes as he rode ahead.

Namjoon questioned himself if what he did was right. He didn't have it in himself to separate Jimin from you when the decision of parting together was made. He'd respect that; the final desire to rest together until you both could meet in the next life.

He only hoped the flames of love would still burn within you, a concubine seen as the Queen of the prince's heart. An innocent love lost by cruel rules. A destiny fueled by death with only embers lasting as the proof of the flames of love between you and Jimin.

December/23/2023

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

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