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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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Hi! First, I want to say I really love your writing ❤️

Can I request an Ateez reaction to catching their S/O singing and dancing to an Ateez song (maybe right when its their part as well)? ❤️

ateez catching their s/o singing/dancing to their songs

genre: insanely fluffy like idk what to do with myself, obviosuly louds of crack as well because it's funnnnnn

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of being drunk in woo's

a/n: i took the liberty of doing a little scenario for this ask because i thought it was just super cute and funny! hope you enjoy <3333

hongjoong

hongjoong lent against the door-frame and grinned to himself as he watches you getting ready to go out. oblivious to your boyfriend watching, you swung your hips to the rhythm of the music, humming to yourself.

it was only when 'TO THE BEAT' started playing did you gasp in excitement, clearly in your own little world as you braced yourself to do hongjoong's rap.

he held a laugh back as he continued to watch, listening to your.... attempt at rapping his verse. he couldn't tell whether he found it adorable or utterly hilarious. once you had finished your boyfriend's verse, you swirled proudly around in a flourish, before coming face to face with your grinning boyfriend.

"nooooo how long were you watching," you whined, covering your face with both of your hands in embarrassment. you swatted a hand at his chest as he threw his head back with laughter.

"long enough" he answered in amusement, still smiling as he pulled you in for a sloppy hug as you tried to pull away playfully, "hey, you may not be the best rapper, but you're definitely my favourite!"

seonghwa

you were waiting for seonghwa to join you at the park. you had set up a little picnic date for the both of you, and the park was very nearly empty, with the occasional dog walker or cyclist enjoying the fresh air.

on waiting for your boyfriend to make an appearance, you decide to play your summer playlist out loud, since you wouldn't be bothering anyone near you.

swaying gently to the music, you smile and pull down your sunglasses as 'Eternal Sunshine' started to play. the song definitely suited the weather; the sun's rays shone persistently down, kissing your glowing skin gently.

you sang softly and gently to the melody you knew so well, watching the breeze tickle the leaves of the trees. you didn't hear the footsteps of your boyfriend behind you, clearly entranced by the scenery.

"you sound so pretty," his gentle voice spoke as he sat down next to you, his hand finding your waist. you give him a shy smile in return.

"not as pretty as you, park seonghwa" you grinned and leaned into his touch, "so pretty that i will forgive you for being late!"

yunho

you were waiting for your boyfriend to get home from work. he always arrived a little bit later than you did, and so you had a few hours to be able to do whatever you wanted before spending time with him.

right now, you had your music blasted and echoed around the corners of the house. you thought you would get ahead on the household chores. you usually did the vacuuming and dusting while yunho did the ironing and washing up.

so there you were, dusting the over the surfaces, when you heard 'WIN' start to play. you smirked to yourself, your body moving to the beat of the song.

"heyyyyyyy, we are gonna win" you sang, your body doing what you thought were the correct dance moves (you knew they probably weren't.) when it came to the dance break at the end though, you twerked like your life depended on it. it just felt right!

and yunho was glad that he came home when he did to see you like this, the dance machine you were! your flustered face told was one that is now permanently ingrained in his memory as he laughed hysterically.

yeosang

you had the tendency to sing in the shower. when you were alone in the house, you sang at the top of your lungs. but when your boyfriend was there, you tended to tone it down a bit.

there you were in the shower again, your phone just outside and turned up just enough for you to hear it over the pouring water.

as soon as 'HALAZIA' started to play, you gasped this was your moment. grabbing the bottle of shampoo and grasping it in your hands like a microphone, you weren't aware how loud you were actually singing.

you did in fact wake your boyfriend up out of his light sleep. he smiled slightly at the sound of your voice and went to investigate some more, his curiosity overtaking him.

he didn't have to press his ear up against the bathroom door to know what you were singing. he could hear you attempt to sing his lower verses before clearing your throat. he let out a tiny giggle, an adoring smile growing on his face as he left you to sing your heart out.

san

well, you got bored when waiting for your boyfriend to get changed after his dance practice. you loved supporting him, but he took so damn long to get showered and ready afterwards.

as you waited for him, you had the whole practice room to yourself. you thought that you might as well make use of it.

so getting up, you played 'HALA HALA' on the sound system. the music bounced off the walls as you stretched half-heartedly, getting ready to do the choreography you had seen so many times.

you didn't notice your boyfriend come in, an amused look on his face as he watched your intense, concentrated expression. he was impressed that you remembered so many moves!

it was only until the very last move where you were supposed to grab your head and twist it like you were cracking your neck that actually caught you off guard; your neck actually made a loud crack sound and you thought you'd died for a second.

san was concerned at first but as soon as he saw you were okay, he burst into laughter at your perplexed and shocked expression.

mingi

getting ready in the mornings was fun with you because you always played music in order to get ready efficiently and on time. it also gave you a bit of a boost to start the day.

mingi was still in the shower when 'Rocky' started playing. you were just putting your underwear on, wiggling your butt to the music. this was your favourite ateez song yet, it was hard not to sing and dance along to it.

you didn't hear your boyfriend come out of the shower so you kept getting ready, fluently belting out the lyrics as if your life depended on it. but your favourite part was yet to come.

mingi could hear you singing and grinned, peering his head through the crack of the door as you shouted "let's start the second round, fix on!" not able to contain his laughter, he chuckled loudly at your immense enthusiasm. at first, you didn't notice but when you did?

"mingi!" you pushed the door fully open to your boyfriend almost in tears "why are you laughing oh my gosh." you huffed and folded your arms over your chest. "you're just jealous that i'm a better rapper than you!"

wooyoung

you don't know how you ended up in a karaoke bar with your friends. perhaps your friends pressured you into singing. or perhaps you were too drunk to be affected by insecurities you once had before.

whichever it was, all you knew is that you were on the mini stage, your friends the only ones really paying attention and cheering you on loudly.

your chosen song? 'WONDERLAND', of course. thank goodness your boyfriend wasn't here to see you make a complete fool out of yourself, and all whilst singing one of his own songs, right??

well, i wouldn't get your hopes up because mid-song, your charming boyfriend wooyoung had entered the same bar with a couple of his friends. he was laughing hysterically at your off-beat singing and unnecessarily sexy dance moves. it was too funny not to record this on his phone.

when your... special performance ended, you could hear an all-familiar shrill laughter somewhere in the club. when you turned in that direction, your eyes met with your boyfriend's. and you knew at that moment he was never going to let you live this down.

jongho

the producers at kq entertainment would sometimes let you into the studio and mess around, just because you were friends with them as well as the partner of their beloved maknae. you did get certain privileges for being jongho's significant other and you were going to take advantage of that!

at one point, when things weren't so busy, you asked if you could have one of the studios to yourself while waiting for your boyfriend to finish his vocal practice.

you thought you would have a little vocal practice yourself. shoving the headphones over your ears, you could only hear yourself now. you hummed to yourself, wondering what you wanted to sing.

'Utopia' came to mind, and without a second thought, you started singing into the microphone. you were impressed by your own vocals, particularly when it came to jongho's lines.

you didn't notice him even enter the producer's booth on the other side of the glass, but he could hear your beautiful singing. he watched and listened intently, a small, proud smile playing on his lips.

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otdiaftg · 2 months

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The King's Men - Chapter Twelve

Day: Friday, March 8th / 9th* Time: 10:30 PM EST

"Hello?" "Hello, Junior. Do you remember me?" Neil's heart lurches to a sick halt. It isn't his father or Riko, but he would know this voice anywhere. It is Lola Malcolm, one of his father's closest people and one of the two who'd tried teaching Neil how to wield a knife so many years ago. She'd been in and out of their house so many times Neil had thought for a while she lived there with them. She poses as Nathan's personal assistant, but her job is to get rid of the bodies Nathan's circle create. She is worth her weight in gold. Not a single one has ever turned up again. Neil tilts the phone away from his ear and takes a long, slow breath. It doesn't help. His lungs are full of shards of ice, chilling him to the bone and cutting him up from the inside out. It is an age before Neil finds his voice again and he can't keep a thick edge from it. "I didn't give you this number, Lola." "So you do remember me," she says. "Now you see, that's bad, because if you remember me, you remember who you are and where your place is." "I made my own place." "You don't have that right." She gives him a beat to respond, but Neil has nothing. "Are you listening? It is time to go. If you make this difficult for us, you will regret it for the rest of your very short life. Do you understand?" Neil wants to be sick. Lola trashed bodies; she didn't often make them. That was what the rest of Nathan's people were for. Neil remembered faces better than he remembered names, but he can guess who Lola has brought with her. Lola's business partner of choice is her brother Romero, and where Romero goes Jackson is never far behind. The three are Nathan's inner circle. They answer only to Nathan's right-hand man DiMaccio and Nathan himself. Neil could have tried outrunning one of them. He won't make it past three. For a moment he is so scared he can't breathe, but fast on the heels of fright is an irrational and wild anger. He is halfway to winning Andrew's trust, a weekend from his first vacation, and one month from semifinals. There are only four matches left in championships. Neil is so close to everything he wants and Lola is here to steal it away. "Put a hand on me and you'll regret it," Neil says. "Oh, what's this?" Lola says, entertained. "Has the baby finally inherited a spine? Your father will be glad to hear it." "My—" Neil chokes on it. "He is in Seattle. You'll never get me that far." "He is in Baltimore," she corrects him. "His parole hearing was on your birthday. They had to notify his family when his case came up. You must have missed the memo, being dead and all, so I'll fill you in. They made a final decision last week, and the feds swung it so he'd get released back to Maryland this morning. They're hoping being back in familiar territory will make him careless." Neil can hear the savage smile in her words. "Don't worry, kid. They'll never know you stopped by. I'll make sure of it." Neil blinks and see's that zero on his eyelids. He is out of time. For a moment Neil feels the weight of Andrew's mouth against his. He digs his fingers into his lower lip and tries to breathe around them.

Art used with permission by Aymmidumps. Thank you @aymmidumps!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

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amethystfairy1 · 2 months

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I’m going to stop saying I have another question, because I just keep thinking of more (my brain has not had this much enrichment since Octonauts as a kid, my first special interest). This one might be a little spoiler-y, so feel free to tell me that you can’t answer.

If Etho and Doc bet on Jimmy and Grian bringing home their boyfriends, and Scar is largely wheelchair bound… what are the logistics of that? I can’t imagine Doc making a bet that he knew he would lose. But the under-city REALLY doesn’t seem all that accessible, even if you have legs that work correctly (wings are really the easiest way).

Did Doc not know? Is there another logistic that I’m not thinking of here? Would Scar wear his Hot Guy stuff under his clothes to be able to walk around? But then that means that Hot Guy identity would be a little easier to see through… especially because the other overcity people know about him being in a wheelchair. And different people interact with him both as Hot Guy and as Scar (secondary question, does Pearl and maybe Scott immediately recognize the voice?).

I’ve been trying to puzzle this one out for a bit now. Mainly the fact that Doc wouldn’t make a losing bet on purpose.

Oooooo, good one! I'm so glad you picked up on this!

It is a little spoilery, so I don't wanna give to much of an answer, not because I don't have one, because I DO but yeah, the topic of accessiblity in terms of Scar's eventual trip to the under-city is planned to be the focus of a piece later down the road!

What I will say is that you're very much correct. Doc is well-aware of Scar's mobility issues, and he most certainly would never take a bet he couldn't win.

Also side note: Pearl knows Scar is Hot Guy! It's never really explicitly told to her or Jimmy, but they puzzle it together after Grian kinda dances around the topic of how Scar figured out he was a hybrid, and it's pretty much just like an open secret at this point with the three of them and Scar. Scar is fine with it, he can see considering how the three of them are hybrids in the over-city that they know how to keep a secret! 😆 Scott doesn't know Scar yet, he's never met him in his civilian identity, but if he were to meet him, maybe he would recognize him by his voice? Only time will tell.

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #skyblings #goodtimeswithscar #docm77 #scott smajor

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servantofthefates · 1 month

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How to Make the Zodiac Signs Hate You

Aries

Insult something they are passionate about. Tell them Vikings is just a Game of Thrones copycat. And that parties are lame gatherings for people who hate themselves so much they cannot stand being alone for one moment.

Taurus

Call them a victim of consumerism. Tell them advertising is the only difference between a MacBook Pro and a PC. And that eating gourmet food is classist because they are spitting on people who can only afford McDonald’s.

Gemini

React negatively to whatever they say. Keep a straight face after they tell a joke, or call it corny. Tell them there is something politically incorrect about what they said and accuse them of racism for being kind enough to try and cheer you up.

Cancer

Invalidate their emotions after they have revealed their feelings to you so vulnerably. Tell them they are being too dramatic. Say that all their problems would instantly go away if they just stop being so damn sensitive.

Leo

Attack them personally instead of responding to their political or societal statement with an intelligent counter argument. Take the idiotic and cowardly path of just correcting their grammar or insulting their fashion sense instead.

Virgo

Be dirty and stupid. Avoid taking a shower before going with them to the movies. Wear a shirt with ketchup stains on it. Send them fake news regularly and never proofread your messages to them before hitting send.

Libra

Show micro-aggressions consistently. When you see them looking at Kim Kardashian’s Instagram, tell them that that talentless whore is cheap and disgusting. Always be negative, critical, envious, jealous and sarcastic.

Scorpio

Ask them to be nicer. Tell them to smile more. Beg them to forgive their cheating ex. Berate them for getting back at some bully. Remind them that violence is never the answer. Ask them, “What would Jesus do?”

Sagittarius

Be bitter and pessimistic. Tell them you are glad COVID put a stop to traveling, because the whole thing is pointless and people only did it to show off on social media. Declare how much you hate humanity because people are stupid.

Capricorn

Be impractical. Tell them you never save money because you could die tomorrow, and all that cash would only go to waste. Say college is dumb. That you could get rich just by winning the lottery while chilling in your parents’ basement.

Aquarius

Show them your ignorance. Be a subtle anarchist. Ask them not to vote. Tell them it does not matter who the world leaders are because everyone is corrupt one way or another anyway and we are all going to die someday.

Pisces

Call them childish. Shame them for liking Pixar movies well into their 20s. Ask them to stop listening to Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez or Taylor Swift. Tell them that anything other than classical music is 100% stupid.

#Astrology #Zodiac signs #Witch tips #Witchblr #servantofthefates #Zodiac personalities #All About Astrology

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seb-reads31 · 2 months

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I absolutely loved the shy reader post, it's exactly what I was hoping for. Also implied fem! for Vaggie is perfectly fine and makes sense, Nifty was a good touch but it's so true I'm not mad😅 and g/n for the rest is a win for everyone, who wouldn't want them to experience these women confessing their feelings. I'd love to see part two with the women of heaven. Sadly no Carmilla pet names yet but I'll let you know if I think of any.

Cautions - SPOILERS, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED ALL OF SEASON ONE, if you are fine with spoilers or already know what's happening feel free to continue <33 ngl Sera was a bit tricky but we're cooking 🍳, cursing (duh), possibly ooc Lute, let me know if there are any others!

Genre - Fluff

Type - head canons

Comments - Hey hey! I'm so glad you loved them 🥹 From what I've seen online (I'm not active on Vivian's Twitter so I'm really just taking the word of others) that Vaggie is canonically lesbian and that Nifty is canonically straight, so that's why I did the respective genders. If I'm wrong, absolutely anyone correct me and show me what Viv has said otherwise 😭 But anyways, here are the heavenly women!~ (also, Lute might be a little ooc, I think it's okay though. Please give me some tips for characters with her personality 🙏🙏)

Sweet, shy thing~ Pt 2

Here's part one!

Emily

- You and Emily have been friends since you both came into existence

- Basically attached at the hip!

- Several times other angels had assumed you two were a couple, but Emily always corrected them that you were just friends. (You were always too flushed and shy to say anything)

- However, one day, when Emily was about to correct another angel, she hesitated

- She doesn't know why, but this time, she didn't want to correct them

- She thought about it long and hard that night, laying awake in her bed, wondering why she hesitated on telling the angel that you two were.. she can't even say it??

- That morning, she ever so groggily walked up to Sera, and asked her what was happening to her

- Sera chuckled, then explained that Emily might have a crush on you

- Neither you or Emily had ever been in a relationship before, you never really needed to. You always had each other, and that's all you both wanted

- Atleast.. that was all she wanted. Now she wants to be.. more to you than just your bestest friend

- She wants your little hangouts together to be romantic sometimes, for you two to hold hands

- The realization of her feelings for you has definitely brought out such cute and sappy thoughts Emily never thought would cross her mind

- She tells you around 4 months before the meeting with Charlie in heaven

- She had finally concocted the perfect plan to confess

- She brought you to a meadow outside of the more city parts of heaven. It was your little hiding space away from prying eyes (mostly.)

- When you arrived, she already had made a flower crown

- But the flowers she used weren't merely chosen at random, no no no. These flowers meant something, and that something was her feelings.

- You and her had studied the language of flowers together, just a passing hobby, and because it was so much fun!

- She used daisies, which means true love and new beginnings. Sun flowers, meaning adoration and loyalty, peace, love, and happiness. Some baby's breath, while used in bouquets for baby showers can also mean everlasting love and innocence. And finally, a daffodil, which means devotion.

- With all of these meanings in mind, you stared at the flower crown, practically screaming her feelings for you as she blushed, her hands shaking slightly as she looks away, silently waiting for your answer

- She doesn't look back up to you until you gently grab her shaking hands, steadying them

- Once they begin shaking less, you grab the crown, and place it on top of your head, a blush spreading across your face as your hands reach back down to hers, giving them a soft, reassuring squeeze

- No words were spoken, but that's all she needed. You returned her feelings, and you wanted to be with her, as her partner.

Seraphim

- She's a very reserved angel.

- She has to be, she ranks very highly in heaven. (Whether she earned her position or was created for it I have no idea but lets just say she had to work for it for my sake.) She worked too hard to get this position, any slips would ruin everything she's done.

- However, lately, she's been a bit more sleepy eyed, and yawning far too much. Michael, (I legit know nothing about the ranks in heaven, correct me 😭) her boss, has noticed and decided to assign her an assistant. That being you! Good job 👍

- As much as she appreciates Michael looking out for her, an angel of her ranking shouldn't need to depend on someone else, and while she does try to argue this with him, he isn't budging.

- She's a bit.. how do I say this, cold and bitchy to you? To begin with atleast

- She doesn't appreciate that she's being forced to have an assistant.

- So, she gives you harder tasks than you can probably handle. And she doesn't really bother to get to know you. Just that you're doing the work she assigned to you and returning it to her when she expects it

- After a while, she starts to warm up to you. And how long is that "while" you may be asking? Around.. 200-300 years....

- Y e a h, she doesn't warm up to you that quickly. But after those years, you can notice her warming up to you, and finally showing some decency of asking about your day

- Which starts your little conversations here and there. Mostly just talking about your days, funny stories, or talking about the work you both do, and some hobbies here and there

- You two grow closer, eventually starting to socialize outside of work, and you finally get to see Sera relax, no longer tense and stressed, but instead a less tense and much happier version of your boss

- The moment she realizes she fell for you was when one day she was looking forwards to seeing you at work.. but you didn't show up

- She was.. sad? She didn't fully understand why until she was reading later that day, a romance novel. It was one about lovers separated due to extreme weather, unable to see each other. The book described the longing both felt, and how sad they were being unable to contact each other.

- She immediately recognized those feelings as the ones she felt when you weren't at work.

- You returned to work a few days later, on top of your desk was a large bouquet of flowers, generally meaning good health and happiness as well as sprinkles of friendship here and there, as well as a note

- "My dear assistant, I thank you for taking care of me and assisting me with my paper work all these years. I have no words to thank you for everything you've done, despite how I treated you when you first began. In order to thank you, and try to apologize for my harshness, I wish to take you out to dinner. My treat, of course. Sincerely, Seraphim."

- And then you two loved happily ever after, the end <333

Lute

- She uh

- She doesn't like you

- I'm being so real

- Kinda like Nifty, she needs someone tough enough to match her or atleast get close

- ...is what she used to think

- HA I GOT YOUR ASSES-

- But because she's the way she is she doesn't like you at first

- Let's say you're a medic for the exterminators cause they get injured sometimes (just go with it)

- On occasion Lute would have to visit you because she got too carried away during the extermination or while training (do they train?? 😭)

- She didn't like going to you but she followed the rules as much as she could. This being one of them

- After so many visits to your office for various injuries she grew fond of you, her thoughts occasionally drifting to you, causing more injuries so she would have to see you again

- After several years of going in this cycle, she finally decided to ask if you two could hangout outside of your clinic

- You agreed, of course. And from then on you two became closer

- Now, to how Lute asks you out.. it's very blunt and straight forward

- It almost sounds like a demand

- "I like you, I want to go on a date with you at [this time] and at [this place]." With a bright red blush on her face 🤭

- Now, she immediately walked away after she said that because she was so embarrassed. So she didn't know if you actually accepted the date or not

- Lute only realized this after she got to the place she asked/told you to meet her at.

- So she was panicking severely, preparing herself to call Adam as a backup so she didn't look like she was lonely, and to blame it on Adam's careless attitude as to why she was waiting for so long.

- However, just as she was about to call him, you walked in, dressed nicely and a blush covering your face

- Lute.. was ecstatic. You actually came?? Even though you're so??? Shy??

- You both had fun talking over dinner, and after she walked you home, leaving a miss on your cheek before walking back to her place, only looking back once to see a deep blush spread across your face at the peck.

#head canon #reader insert #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel sera #hasbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x fem reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n

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the-darkness-does-not-bargain · 11 months

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Well there we have it. 4,450 total votes, holy shit! Choice 4 (😈) wins with 26% of the vote! Shame though, that did actually happen in the show (he even points it out himself). The runner up, choice 7 (🦘), came close with 21% of the vote, but that also happened in the show.

I did realize, however, that through poor wording I actually made two correct answers here. Choice 5 (🐌) was the original correct answer, because she actually keeps the snails in her pencil box, not her purse. But Choice 3 is also technically correct because it was Anthy's cooking, not the spiciness of the curry, that caused the characters to switch bodies. So good job to everyone who picked those options!

Some thoughts about the poll below if you're interested.

Running this poll and seeing people's responses has been fascinating. I feel like I've actually learned a lot about how the uninitiated view Utena and what they've managed to absorb from cultural osmosis. For instance, multiple people chose the kangaroo option because they didn't think there were any men in the show, which is wild to hear as a longtime fan.

Perhaps predictably, choice 6 got the fewest votes. I think we as fans tend to rave about that scene a lot, for good reason, so more people were familiar with it.

I was surprised that choice 2 got so many votes, just because of how many jokes fans have made about it over the years.

A lot of people picked choice 4 because they thought it was the most normal-sounding one, which was interesting, but I can't fault their logic.

I didn't have any expectations about which option would win, but I am glad to know more about how non-fans think about the show and what other fans remember. I hope you guys had fun doing this like I did!

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #utena #rgu

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juuenigma · 1 year

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Haiya can you do 'as your bf' with yeonwoo / moonseong I rlly like your writing format and can't wait to see more of your works to come 😊 💕

Viral Hit/How to fight characters as your boyfriend feat. Yeonwoo Ji / Munseong Kim

Yeonwoo Ji

— Yeonwoo Ji is the academically smart type of boyfriend, obviously.

— The type of bf who studies with you and would be your tutor at the same time. Who corrects your mistakes and will definitely not be the kind of person who makes you feel stupid (He considers you as his equal).

— if the two of you would be a romance trope, it would be ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS. Like, you would compete who's the smartest, who's the highest on your exams and.. the two of you will argue about who is the correct one during recitation (while the whole class will stare at the two of you with awe "Are they really lovers???"

but will answer their own question when Yeonwoo will just huff a smile and say,

"Okay, babe. You win. Let's not fight anymore."

I SWEAR THE SATISFACTION HE FEELS WHEN HE SAW HOW FLUSTERED AND A BLUSHING MESS YOU ARE.)

— Yeonwoo would be the kind of boyfriend who would look at you in the midst of the crowds, no matter how many people are with him, no matter who's with him — his attention were always on you. His eyes will follow you, and when your eyes met, he will give you that most handsome smile he has. It for your eyes only — That's one of the things you love about him.

—Oh, you have a lot of girlfriend privilege and one of those privilege is seeing the most rational and mature, Yeonwoo Ji, acting so childishly.

Like when you give others a lot of attention, he will sulk throughout the day

mumbling stuffs like, "Why don't you ask him to study with you instead? He's MORE fun to be with."

— He will ignore you but once the two of you reached the bed, he will never let you get out of his arms. Yeonwoo will bury his head on your chest while his arms wrapped firmly on your waist.

"I want to be the center of your attention. I know I'm being childish right now but what can I do?" he softly said, his chuckle vibrated on your chest, "I feel like I'm losing my mind right now."

"You're making me lose my mind, Y/N. I don't think there's cure for these things that you're making me feel."

His grip around you tightened. Your heartbeat moved in sync. A smile painted on your face as you planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm glad I am not the only who feels that way, Yeonwoo."

Munseong Kim

— He's obviously the protective kind of bf! ✊😍 (Munseong is willing to break his bones for you and he won't hesitate to fight for you! that's how protective he is towards you that sometimes, people will mistaken him as your bodyguard 😓)

— When someone hits on you, Moonseong will just step up and put his hand on your waist. That's enough for them to be shaken and run away in fear.

— To add that his favorite part of your body is your waist and your hair. When the two of you sticks together, his hands will roam around your waist and his nose will go to your hair automatically, like magnets. He can't help it. He loves the smell of your hair and He loves how your waist fits on his hand.

"You look like a pervert, love." you always teased him because of his hobbies.

"It's not like that, seriously. I'm not that kind of person. I respect you so much. Do you want me stop it?"

"No, I am just teasing you." you giggled.

"Just tell me if you find this uncomfortable — I will stop."

You grabbed his chin and kissed his jaw, "There's no way I would find you uncomfortable. You're so precious, Munseong. You're my big baby~"

The thing is... you're never uncomfortable when you're with him. Munseong just gave you so much comfort and you love how he asks for your consent every single time.

— +++ MUNSEONG'S LAP = YOUR CHAIR.

his lap is one of your favorite chair to sit on. 😏

#viral hit headcannons #how to fight x reader #viral hit x reader #munseong kim #yeonwoo ji #viral hit #how to fight #how to fight scenario #fanfic

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ihatealimore · 1 year

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Promises

(soft. so so soft. my annual birthday special)

word count: 1,430

Tonight was supposed to be just another quiet night in for you.

The key word being was.

Instead, you now find yourself scouring through your medicine cabinet for your emergency first-aid kit even though you know very little about treating injuries.

About half an hour ago, your illusion of a calm night was completely shattered when there was a loud and panicked knock at your door. You had considered ignoring it, though your curiosity got the best of you. When you opened your door, all you could do was gasp and stare with wide-open eyes at the figure standing in your doorway.

Kurapika was standing in front of you, clutching his limp left arm, blood staining his white dress shirt. His face had several clear cuts and bruises and you could tell one of his eyes was almost swollen shut.

After a second of gawking, you rushed to his side, worriedly asking him, "Are you okay?? What happened??"

Kurapika smiled at you weakly as a form of reassurance, "I just happened to be in the area and I thought I would stop by."

You couldn't help but release a light chuckle and shake your head as you helped him drape his arm over your shoulder, "Oh yeah? And you just happened to be horribly injured?"

"Not horribly injured..." He replied in an effort to calm you, "However, I am in a fair amount of pain."

"God, let's get you inside so I can get you cleaned up. We'll take it nice and slow," You began slowly walking forward with Kurapika holding onto you for support.

You finally find your emergency first-aid kit after several minutes of rummaging through the cabinet and set it down on your bathroom counter. You tear off a paper towel and take out the hydrogen peroxide, rolling up Kurapika's sleeve to see the full extent of his injuries.

"These... are some really nasty cuts, you know?" You let out a disheartened sigh, "Okay, this is probably going to hurt so bear with me."

He nods once in agreement but still visibly flinches when the hydrogen peroxide is poured over his arm. You clean up his injuries, your touch gentle, treating him as if he's glass, which is a stark contrast to how blunt you usually are with him.

You bandage up his arm before moving on to the cuts on his face, lightly dabbing them with a paper towel, his face only inches from yours. His breath hitches in his throat when he realizes just how close you are to him but he stays quiet, not wanting to break your concentration.

A relieved sigh passes through your lips after you put the last bandage on him, "Alright, that should help. For now at least. I hope your arm isn't broken."

He makes a fist with his hand and it clearly causes him some pain but he doesn't seem very worried about it, "Thank you, (Y/N). I apologize for showing up unannounced in such a state."

"Don't apologize for that. I'm just glad you reached out to me for help," You stand back up straight and look him up and down, "You should probably rest so you're staying here for the night. Don't try to argue with me by the way, you won't win."

His mouth is parted slightly in surprise before he chuckles softly, "Yes, I suppose there's no convincing you of otherwise."

"That's right," You hold your hand out for him to take with a warm smile evident on your face, "Now come on, let's get you something to drink."

He takes your hand without a second thought and you lead him to the living room. You help him sit down on the sofa before leaving the room momentarily to bring him a glass of water.

"Now, do you want to tell me just what happened?" You sit down next to him on the couch, your leg brushing up against his.

The blonde-haired man is taken aback by this sensation before he clears his throat to answer your question, "I was on a mission for a pair of my brethren's eyes but I was ambushed before I could retreat. Fortunately, I was able to escape and make my way here to you."

"You're lucky I lived nearby then."

"That's correct. I knew I could turn to you for assistance," He offers you a gentle smile, "Thank you, (Y/N)."

"Good thing I'm not squeamish," You quip as you try to lighten the mood, "And you're right. You can always turn to me. We did promise to be there for each other a while back, didn't we?"

He nods, "Yes, however, it was a pinky promise. I'm not certain how legally binding those are."

"I think Gon would say otherwise," Comes your remark accompanied by a sly grin, "Anyway, I'm just glad you're okay. That's all that really matters."

With that simple sentence, his heart is threatening to beat out of his chest again. He clears his throat in an effort to compose himself, "Thank you. You're too kind."

You glance down at your phone, your eyes widening at the time, "Kurapika?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"Happy birthday! I'm glad we can spend some of it together," You beam at him, easily flustering the Kurta.

His expression softens, adoration present in his eyes as he gazes at you, "Oh, is it past midnight? I hadn't even realized. Thank you, (Y/N). I cannot think of anyone else I would rather spend the night with."

You feel your own heart flutter at his words, "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course. Only a few minutes have passed and this has already been the best birthday that I've had in years."

You chuckle quietly as you reach out to caress his bruised cheek, your thumb running over the bump on his skin, "It looks like the swelling on your eye is going down. Does it hurt any less?"

"It feels much better," He replies as he's all but melted at your calming touch, "Thanks to you."

Your connection may be unspoken but it's tangible enough for anyone to notice. Tension hangs in the air palpably as you bring your other hand up to caress the opposite side of his face, your eyes never leaving his.

"Would it be strange if I asked if I could kiss you?" You blurt the words out without a thought, your heart making your decisions for you.

His eyes widen slightly but he can't stop the ghost of a smile that plays on his lips while he nods slowly, "Please do."

Without another word, you close the distance between you and him, your lips meeting his and moving delicately against one another. It's as if the world has faded away and only you and him remain.

When you part from him, his eyes practically glow as they look into yours - almost as if this moment is being lit by the entire universe itself and you and him are the center of it. This is a moment he'll be certain to cherish and hold onto for the rest of his short life.

Kurapika releases a content sigh as he watches you, "That's something I have been wishing to do for quite some time."

You laugh in response, "You and me both. Let's make this a birthday to remember."

"This is already a birthday that I will certainly never forget," He places his hand on top of yours, "Thank you for being so wonderful. I care about you so deeply."

"I feel the same way," You smile at him before a knowing smirk forms on your lips, "Oh, I do have a question."

"And what could that be?"

"Why didn't you use holy chain to heal yourself?"

He gulps. The fact that you knew all about his nen abilities had somehow completely slipped his mind. For the first time since you've known him, he stammers, "W-well-"

Your laughter cuts him off before he can come up with an excuse, "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you used your injuries as an excuse to spend your birthday with me. Is that right?"

Kurapika looks utterly helpless and defeated as he nods, unable to bring himself to lie to you, "That's correct. I realize now how idiotic my idea was. I'm sorry to have troubled you, (Y/N)."

"Don't worry. I think it's cute," You squeeze his hand, "There's no way I'm letting you get away from me without celebrating your birthday together."

"...Thank you, (Y/N). You're far too kind to me," He feels a bit guilty, but, also relieved you don't seem to be upset by his actions in any way. In fact, you seem quite content.

You lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Now, you should probably heal the rest of your injuries. We have a long day ahead of us."

#kurapika #Kurapika Kurta #kurapika x reader #kurapika x y/n #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #romance #anime #fluff #my writing

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petrichormore · 11 months

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-LIVE-BLOGGED THOUGHTS ON TODAY’S STREAM-

FIRST OFF - one little thing that I want to say:

(This is about the characters, obviously.)

I am totally on Bad’s side about locking his base down and not letting anyone in. If he wants to do that, there’s nothing wrong with it. I get why Forever and Baghera might be upset but holy shit it’s his house. And also: Trust is always gifted, never owed. The fact that he’s letting them inside his base at all is a privilege that very few people on the server have and I don’t think they realize that.

Yes, maybe they trust him with everything but that’s their decision and Bad isn’t somehow required to reciprocate equally as they see fit. I’d even argue he is reciprocating equally - but his idea of “I trust you as much as I possibly can” is just different from theirs.

I saw a lot of people telling Bad in chat that Baghera had a point but like - trust is not really a transaction like that, or at least it shouldn’t be - trust is something you earn. Forever and Baghera have earned more of Bad’s trust than any other people on the server but that doesn’t mean they’re entitled to anything he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing with them if it doesn’t concern them. Especially if it’s his LITERAL ACTUAL TOP-SECRET PRIVATE HOUSE WHERE HE LIVES.

That’s not to say I don’t understand where Forever and Baghera are coming from - obviously it probably does come across like he doesn’t trust them but. Even if they’re right (they’re not), if he doesn’t trust them then trying to guilt-trip him into giving them complete access is not gonna. make him trust them more so. Y’know. Skill issue.

OKAY NOW THE LIVE THOUGHTS

- Lmao Bad is explaining his potential proxy representive democracy style government to Antoine and he really just said “if any candidate tries to assassinate anyone else I’ll just kill them” like he knows how stacked he is. People ask “What if someone assassinates Bad?” And my answer to that is: they can certainly try but they’ll probably fail miserably.

- Bad: “Everyone thinks they’re powerful until a mine is placed in the right location.” I am so glad he’s not evil because everyone else would be screwed if he was

- Bad: “I’m gonna be honest: I don’t want a government. I do not want a president. But if we have to choose a president, I want a president that will do as little as possible [without full community support].” My anarchist king. A man of the People.

- Bad has decided he wants to talk to Phil and try and convince him to run because he doesn’t trust anyone to be a ‘good president’ and thinks someone who doesn’t want the position at all would be the best choice. He also said if Phil won’t, he will run himself with an anti-government stance. If he doesn’t have a chance of winning, he will throw his support behind Forever or Baghera and help them win. I really want to see a Phil/Bad team-up though, or at least see them discuss it.

- Overall, Bad’s whole monologue about his stance on the election was super cool and he’s so Right and Correct. He didn’t explain it very well during the debate but god damn is he cooking

#qsmp #qsmp analysis #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #like I genuinely do not understand how anyone is somehow entitled to Bad’s base and resources #even if they’re his best friends he still should be able to kick them out at will. like that’s just straight up His House

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luckycharms1701 · 3 months

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Hewoo Friendo!

I’m so excited to hear that you’re getting more asks! People are finally noticing your fabulousness! Look at you being so popular *nudge nudge* 😏

That being said, thank you for the update with the asks!! Please take care and I’m glad to hear you’re pacing your yourself! That beautiful mind of yours needs to be taken care of! Please drink the water too!

Just had quick ask specifically for the Rise boys when and if you’re feeling up to it, but I would be very curious to see how a hugging competition would go amongst the boys.

I was thinking that the boys just found out that you’re extremely touch starved and need a little bit more of some physical loving, specifically hugs. I was thinking about how do each of the boys hugs and how would they try to prove themself in a “silent” rivalry as the “champ of hugs” and who in your opinion would give the best hugs and why?

You’re a bootiful hooman and the worlds a better place because you’re in it! 🧡✨🌎

howdy anon-chan!! 😉 you’re so sweet, thank you! 🧡✨

🙈🙈🙈 oh hush! you’re going to give away my secret that i’m just a puddle of feelings. i do love answering the asks though, everyone has such amazing ideas! like this one! the boys would make such a competition of this!

time for some hugs!! 🫂

Raph: This boy starts out slow and careful when hugging you, making sure that none of his spikes get you or that he’s not hugging you too hard. But once he’s confident that you’re safe, be ready to be engulfed. Raph makes a point of covering as much of you as he can, which is a significant amount. You will be picked up, there is no choice in the matter. His favorite part is when you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Raph is definitely paying attention to the “competition” but he doesn’t participate the way his brothers do. He feels that his hugs speak for themselves, so he doesn’t need to prove himself. He is honestly correct.

Leo: Leo grabs you and twirls you into his arms, very casually showing off how coordinated he is. He gives a big squeeze at first that takes your breath away, then it softens a bit as he nuzzles into you. There is definitely some quip involved, unless he’s been worried about you, in which case he gets a little genuine on you and tells you exactly what you need to hear. He will pout if you don’t quip back, so be prepared for that.

We all know how Leo is about competitions. He’s always bragging about how he definitely has the best hugs, and just bulldozes right over anyone who says differently. In Leo’s world, there is no question who’s winning the competition. He is, of course, only sometimes correct.

Donnie: Donnie is always willing to give a hug when it’s needed. It might start out a little awkward, because he’s not sure what you’re looking for. Once he’s got the right formula for your preferred hugs though, you’ll melt into his arms. His hugs are always firm and last longer than you would expect them to. He would never in a million years admit it, but he needs the hugs as much as you do. You’re doing him as much of a favor as he’s doing you.

Donnie likes to smugly talk about how you seek him out for hugs. Clearly his hugs are the most superior. He ignores any attempts to point out that you have to seek him out for hugs, he doesn’t normally initiate them with you.

Mikey: Every hug is a little different. Squishing your faces together. Picking you up and twirling you around. A tight squeeze from behind. No matter how he hugs you though, it’s exactly what you need. He uses his emotional intelligence ruthlessly to his advantage, making sure he knows exactly what you need. And it always ends with him heaving a happy sigh before he lets you go.

Any talk of who gives the best hugs is just going to make Mikey demonstrate how superior his hugging skills are. You will get accosted at all kinds of weird times while Mikey yells about how obviously his hugs are the best, look at how you’re snuggling in his arms right now??

As for who I think gives the best hugs? That’s hard to say. Each one is an excellent hugger and I could see myself going to a different boy depending on the day I was having. I suppose it would be a tossup between Mikey and Raph. Mikey because I like variety and you never quite know what you’re going to get. Raph because the idea of just being completely smothered in a hug sounds heavenly when you’re feeling touch starved and overwhelmed.

I think perhaps the best hugs are when it’s all four of them. Being in the center of a turtle pile sounds amazing. The best of all worlds.

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#tmnt #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #theory tag #aughhh i want a hug now #sorry morenovix i can't figure out why your tag isn't working 😭#maybe it'll work on the next one

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canirove · 1 year

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Mason Mount Imagine | five

Author’s note: Something super random I wrote the other day after seeing Calvin Harris post about “One kiss”, his song with Dua Lipa, and remembering what the lyrics say. Wasn’t going to post it today, but yeah, why not? 😅 Hope you like it! 💜

Little summary: You are a Dj, and the host of the radio show where you are being interviewed gets Mason on it. That leads to you playing at a Chelsea party, and meeting with him again, this time in person. (Female reader/pov)

Masterlist

"Changing the topic a bit, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you are a Chelsea fan, aren't you?"

"I am, yes. My dad bought me a shirt the moment he found out my mum was pregnant."

"Oh wow" Rich laughs. "Are you ready for the Champions League final?"

"Kind of. Thinking about it makes me nervous but also so excited."

"Will you be attending the game?"

“I wish" I sigh. "I have a show in Germany that night. If there is extra time, I will miss it."

"So they better win on the 90 minutes."

"Yes, please. Do it for me" I chuckle.

"Any favourite player?"

"Oh, I'm gonna be very original with my answer... Mason Mount."

"He's hot, isn't he?"

"Don't go there, Rich" I laugh while giving him a murderous look.

"Ok, ok" he replies. "But I'm glad you said his name, because we actually have him on the other side of the phone. Morning, Mason Mount."

"Good morning, Rich" he says. "How are you, man?"

"Oh, shit" I say under my breath.

"I'm good, thank you. So, Mase, I believe you are a big fan of our guest today."

"I am, yes."

“Thank you” I say.

"Do you guys play her songs in the changing room?" Rich asks.

"We do, yes. Especially when we need to be motivated, they are the best."

"Any favourite one?"

"Personally... "One kiss". Love the rhythm, and your voice sounds amazing."

"Thank you" I say again, my cheeks starting to feel a bit warm.

"It is a very sexy song. And so is the music video. Have you watched it?"

"I have" Mason says.

"Any favourite scene? I really like it when you sing "I just wanna feel your skin on mine, feel your eyes do the expexploring" while looking straight into the camera. Felt things there."

"Richard!" I laugh.

"What about you, Mase?"

"I liked the whole thing."

"Oh... Got it" Rich laughs. "Have you guys ever met? Follow each other on Instagram? Slided into the other's dms?"

"So noisy, Richard" I laugh. "We follow each other, but that's all."

"Then we need to do something about that! Mase, if you win the Champions League, you must convince Chelsea to have her play at your party."

"I'll try. That would atually be really cool."

"What do you say?Are you up for it?" Rich asks me.

"I would love that, yes" I say. "Now you just have to win, Mason."

"We'll try" he laughs. "And on the 90 minutes."

"Perfect" I smile.

"Mase, bro. Thank you very much for these 5 minutes, we really appreciate it" Rich says.

"Of course, bro."

"Good luck on the final" I say.

"Thank you very much" he replies.

"Mason Mount, ladies and gentlemen!" Rich adds.

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"That was smooth" I say once the radio show is over.

"What do you mean?" Rich asks.

"Playing matchmaker with me and Mount?"

"I wasn't doing that."

"Of course not, Rich" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Ok, fine, maybe a bit. But it's because I think you would make a really nice couple. And you do find him hot."

"Whatever. I just hope we aren't on all the headlines tomorrow."

"I can already see it. The dj and the football star, flirting live on the radio" he laughs.

"Exactly" I say, elbowing him on the ribs.

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"You won't believe who just called" my agent says.

"I'm all ears."

"Chelsea."

"Who?" I ask while looking for a sweatshirt on my wardrobe.

"The football team, you silly! They want you to play at the private party they are throwing to celebrate the Champions League!"

"Really?"

"Yep! Looks like Mount did as he promised..."

"Yeah" I say, focusing on finding that damn sweatshirt to keep me from thinking too much about it. About Mason asking his team to have me at their party.

"Maybe he fancies you."

"Mason Mount? Fancying me?" I snort.

"Yes, you. You would make a really nice couple, you know."

"Don't be like Rich, please."

"I don't know what you are talking about. But we better find you a good outfit, you must look hotter than ever."

"Why?"

"Just in case..." my agent smirks.

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"This song goes for the goal scorer" I say, the first notes of "One Kiss" starting to play.

While everyone starts cheering and singing, I look for Mason among the crowd.

🎶 And I know that you'll still wanna see me

On the Sunday morning, music real loud

Let me love you while the moon is still out 🎶

When I finally spot him, he is smiling, his eyes fixed on me. I smile back, and he raises his glass, starting to sing the chorus of the song.

🎶 One kiss is all it takes

Falling in love with me

Possibilities

I look like all you need 🎶

After that, I have to look down, my cheeks burning. But my moment of shyness doesn't last long. When the next verse starts, I look for him again, meeting his eyes and now being the one who is singing, a cocky smile on his face while he watches me.

🎶 I just wanna feel your skin on mine

Feel your eyes do the exploring

Passion in the message when you smile

Take my time

Something in you lit up heaven in me

The feeling won't let me sleep

'Cause I'm lost in the way you move, the way you feel 🎶

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"Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" I ask while I get changed.

"The goal scorer" my agent says with the biggest grin.

"Mason?"

"Yep. Do I ask him to come in?"

"I..." I say, looking around the little room Chelsea set for me to use as a dressings room. It is a mess. "I guess. But wait."

"What?"

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous" my agent winks before leaving.

"Ok" I say to myself while taking deep breaths. Why am I this nervous? He is just a guy. One to whom I basically sang that I want to have sex with him, but just a guy.

"That was an amazing show."

"Oh shit!" I jump.

"I'm sorry, I should have knocked before coming in."

"No, it's ok, it's ok" I smile. "I was just... Thinking."

"About anything in particular?" Mason asks with a cheeky smile.

"Just one song that I didn't sound like I wanted" I lie.

"Well, like I said... That was amazing, I loved it. And so did everyone else."

"Thank you, it means a lot. And congratulations on winning the Champions League."

"Thank you" he smiles. "And since we are thanking things, thank you for dedicating me my favourite song."

"Oh, that was nothing" I say with a nervous laugh.

"I think it actually was something" he says, taking a few steps forward towards me.

"What do you mean?"

"I just wanna feel your skin on mine, feel your eyes do the exploring”. You sang that to me."

"Did I?" I gulp.

"Yep" he says, licking his lips and making me feel... Things, like Rich said on the radio.

"I was... I just..."

"You..." he says, now standing very close to me.

"It's just a song" I shrug.

"One that you wrote."

"Yes."

"And is it true what it says? That one kiss is all it takes to fall in love with you?"

"I..."

"I want to see if it's true" Mason whispers while his thumb caresses my cheek.

"You... Do?"

"I do" he whispers again, his lips almost touching mine. "And then..."

"And then?" I ask.

"Might need your company tonight" he smiles, quoting another verse of the song before finally kissing me.

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bobattef · 1 year

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Kylo

“Me? But I’ve not long come back from Mission Control, I’ve barely been signed off 2minutes!”

You plead at your commander but he has no time for your excuses.

“You have been called up personally for this, what else can I say?”

For a start, you can explain what this mission is exactly.

You think to yourself, not out loud of course. You know not to answer back your commander.

Instead, you grab your helmet, not even having time to clean it, you trudge down the corridor to General Hux’s quarters.

You were looking forward to a bit of time off after the last mission, yes it was successful but it was tiring one.

You sigh out loud as you round the corner of the halls, your boots almost dragging across the grid floor.

You’re met with 3 other personnel there. 1 other pilot and 2 storm troopers.

Great.

You think to yourself, you’ve never gotten along with any stormer trooper before. It was like theres some sort of built in competition between you, a TIE pilot and the troopers, but you both serve the First Order so have to put your differences aside. Especially on missions.

And ones that only needed 4 of you to complete.

Two of them are in a low humming of a convo as you nod towards your fellow pilot,

DS-62

you note their ID number on their badge.

I don’t think we’ve flown together.

You try to remember previous missions or training exercises but your thoughts are cut off as the door you’re gathered outside of, hisses open and you almost step back in fright at seeing him.

The supreme leader.

Kylo Ren.

You’ve never interacted with him before, just caught glimpses of him from a far.

His presence is always felt, no matter the distance between you both.

He towers over you, despite you wearing your combat boots which usually give you a little aid in height but he’s so tall, broad shoulders too.

No wonder there’s a silence that falls over you all stood there waiting.

He tilts his head to the side, looking you up and down, as if he has a built in scanner inside the mask.

Not saying a word, you look up at where his lenses are, hoping he doesn’t take the full eye contact you’re giving him as disrespectful or anything.

“Hmm” he almost scoffs as he walks away, the sound of his heavy boots almost matching the sound of your heart beating inside your ears.

What was that about?? You try not to show the others your feelings through your facial expressions and are glad when you hear General Hux calling out for you all to enter the quarters.

“Take a seat” he continues as he powers up the holoprojecter.

You choose to sit right next to your fellow pilot as the two troopers sit on the opposite side.

Already the competition has started.

You spend the next 20 mins or so listening to the General’s explanation about what he wants from you.

It’s a simple rescue mission.

Hence the low number of team members.

It’ll be a stealth one also.

Which is why he asked for you and DS-62 personally.

Both of you have a 100% win form on your pilots license.

“If this is a simple fly in, pick-up rescue, then why do we have two storm troopers here?” DS-62 asks the question that was on your mind too.

“It’s stealth, but not easy” Hux smiles but there’s no humour behind it at all.

“Think of them as a ‘back up’ for just in case” he uses his fingers in the air to quote the back up.

“Just two interceptors?” you pipe up.

“Correct” Hux replies.

“And where are we expected to fit the accompanying troopers on board each one?” You enquire, the General goes to speak but the door behind you all hisses open again.

“There’ll be in my ship” a voice bellows out.

Even behind his mask, using a modulator, Kylo Ren’s voice almost vibrates through him.

Your eyes don’t leave him as your fellow pilot turns back to the general “and to which planet are we flying to for this rescue mission?”

“Hosnian Prime” Kylo and Hux both answer in sync as your heart drops at the name.

Your home planet…

***

Your hands are shaking slightly as you start to power up your interceptor.

Just focus on the mission.

You tell yourself.

No-one, nothing, else.

You get the go ahead by your ground hog, he waves you out of the base onboard StarKiller and as you pull away, you glance at your rear cameras, always taken aback at the sheer size of the thing!

Much different to the tiny cock pit you’re sat up in snugly right now.

After punching in the coordinates, you set off to the Hosnian system.

You haven’t returned since you were taken or ‘saved’ is how the first order tell others.

You were only 16 but already your life hit a rut being on the planet Hosnian Prime.

The first order had its cons for sure but still, you wouldn’t have seen even a smidgen of the many planets you’ve traveled to since joining them.

Your memories flashing through your mind takes up the time it spent to get there and as you’re flying through the atmosphere, you see Kylo’s Command Shuttle fly next to you.

“Stay close” his voice sounding so monotone over the coms piece.

He chooses to land just outside the main hustle and bustle of the city.

This place hasn’t changed in the slightness in the short time you’ve been away.

“We’ll go in by foot” he says once you’ve powered down the ships.

You don’t like the sound of this.

You’re a pilot, flying is what you do.

You’re not a ground trooper.

You look at the storm troopers that have pulled their blasters out their holsters now, and you hope they give even an ounce of care for you.

***

Simple rescue mission my ass.

You curse internally as you’re crouched down in between two land speeders that have been taking the brunt of the blaster fire coming your way.

The troopers didn’t last 5 mins, they really just are hired for cannon fodder these days.

You don’t even know if DS-62 is ok, he got hit and fell somewhere behind the main doors you had managed to get though to find this so-called person in need of rescuing.

Kylo was up ahead, you were hoping it was due to him that you heard others screaming in pain.

You heard the buzz of his lightsaber a few times so it must be him!

I bet he doesn’t even know you’re not dead like the others.

You look around, trying to find a way out of the many blaster bullets flying past you.

It’ll be fitting to die on the soils that you were birthed on.

You think to yourself but quicky realise the blaster bullets have stopped.

You don’t want to peer up from your little shelter you’ve been crouched under.

It could be a trap but as you start to count down from 20, getting ready to peep a glance, the land speeder, which now riddled with blaster scorches, gets pushed out the way, revealing your hiding place.

“Who’s this?”

You force yourself to look up at the voice and see an old-ish man looking down on you.

“I’m, er, my name is” you start to stutter as you are convinced these will be your last words but a familiar voice shouts out from behind the mystery man.

“She’s with us, now let’s move!”

It was Kylo, holding up the man, as he was clearly injured.

You make your way through the city streets.

“It’s too risky to go to the ships now, we must lose them first” Kylo tells you as you round another sharp corner and down another dark alleyway.

“We need somewhere to lay low. And to fix you up” Kylo says to the man.

Wait…you know where you are.

“Follow me”

You tell them both as you sense both their uncertainty.

Miraculously, you had ran into your old ends of the neighbourhood.

“Here” you were whispering now as you click the door open, remembering the code after all this time.

Kylo sat the man down on what looked like an old cabin bed as the dust that had settled there erupted under its disturbance.

He looked around at any openings or windows that you would be caught through but there were none.

Instead he quickly worked out this was a lower grade apartment in the rougher areas of Prime.

What you would call ‘home’.

It had been a long while, but the electricity buzzed alive when you switched the main circuit on.

You tried the tap attached to the small sink but air came out instead.

“Dank Ferrick!” you let out a frustrated sigh “no running water I’m afraid, the tank must of seized up after all this time”

“This is your home?” Kylo asks you, walking towards you.

You’re quickly reminded about the sheer size of him.

“Er, was” you clear your throat “before I joined the first order”

He doesn’t say anything to you.

Just keeps his helmet bearing down on yours.

“How long we staying here?” the man asks, looking around at the sad looking decor.

“Do you have a medi-kit?” Kylo asks you but you’re already walking over to the chest you had left here.

Rummaging around you find an old box of medi supplies.

“The bacta shot might be a bit iffy but I have bandages” you tell your supreme leader as you see to the injured man.

Basic first aid training was always given to those serving in the first order.

And you do your best with what supplies you had to fix up the man’s blaster scold he has on his hip.

“You’re lucky it didn’t penetrate the skin” you tell them both as you walk over to the sink, dumping the used supplies into it.

“Think you can move out yet?” Kylo asks him but the man has started to shut his eyes whilst laying on your old bed.

“Perhaps a little rest will help the pain settle?” you say out loud, feeling the day catching up with you also.

“2 hours. Tops!” Kylo replies to you as he stalks over the corner of the room, leaning against a few of the crates stacked there.

You don’t realise that his eyes are focused on you as you click the release button on your helmet.

It hisses as you lift it above your head, you sighing in sync with it.

You did like your pilots bucket but it’s been about 4 hours since you put it on last, that’s a bit too long for you.

Shaking your hair out of the shape it had stuck to underneath you wish that tap had just a little bit of water inside it still.

Kylo’s eyes are still on you as you sink down on the pile of old clothes and bits, you’re so tired this feels like the softest bedding you’ve ever laid upon.

You go to kickoff your boots but think better of it, that might be too much.

You look over at where Kylo was perched up with the crates. You can’t work out exactly, as the lights are so dim in here, but you’re sure he his staring right back at you.

“You ok?” you ask him quietly, trying not to wake the man.

But he doesn’t say a word.

“Are you injured??” you ask him, suddenly sounding so caring.

“No” he breaths out through his modulator.

“You?” he asks back, after a long pause.

“No…surprisingly” you scoff at your luck.

“Wasn’t exactly prepped for an ambush” you don’t mean to sound so cold but you most definitely needed more than the small number of personnel you were given on this mission.

“Nor did I” Kylo answers back, softly. Like he has an ounce of compassion behind that mask of his.

“I hope he’s worth this” you call out to the dark, whilst looking to where the man was snoozing on your old bed.

“He is” is all Kylo says back, you hear his footsteps move closer to where you’re laid on the ground.

You go to ask if he wants a few bits of clothing to make up a bed but before you can open your mouth you feel the weight of him shift as he sits down on the same pile you’re on.

You stare up at the low ceiling as your mind starts wondering.

It suddenly becomes very hot inside your old apartment, which is ironic as it’s always been on the cold side before.

You hear his breathing change slightly under his mask.

You’re touching armour to armour as this make shift bed isn’t quite big enough for two people, especially one of Kylo’s size.

“Everything ok officer?” His voice sounding a lot more raspy than usual.

You’re not sure if he can see you in the darkness but you nod your head anyways.

You feel him move again as this time he faces you.

You see the lines in his mask lighting up crimson red from where it was damaged previously.

You never knew how and quite frankly, didn’t have the courage to ask which is why you shocked yourself when you did say what you said to him out loud.

“How’d you get these?” your voice barley a whisper.

“Hmm?” He replies.

Is he falling asleep?

You bring your hand up to his helmet.

Lightly guiding your hand over the patched up crack it clearly took in the past and you’re sure you hear Kylo stop breathing for a second.

You almost gasp out as you feel a gloved hand grab your wrist, pulling you away from your touch.

“I’m…im sorry” you gulp.

What were you thinking, you can’t touch the supreme leader like this?!

You hear a click of his tongue behind his mask.

“Rest if you intend on resting” is all he answers he places your hand back down by your side.

You do what you’re told as your worries about going too far with him disappear behind your eyelids.

***

Sunrise is still a few hours away.

Kylo was adamant that 2 hours was enough but it had been more like 4 hours.

You had both definitely dozed off.

You work your way back out the outer circles of the city and the familiar shape of your interceptor comes into view.

“My ship!” Kylo shouts as you turn back to look at yours.

It’s the first thing he’s said to you since your little hiccup back at your old apartment.

Climbing up the ramp into his, you feel a pang of sadness.

Yes interceptors were almost all the same but you had flown that particular one on your last 4 missions and had the set up down to a tee.

The man, walking with out aid now, joins you both inside the shuttle.

You’ve never set foot inside this ship.

You’ve never really wanted to.

But if Kylo orders you to do something, you do it.

You feel the pull in the pit of your stomach as the shuttle pulls away from your home planet and into the darkness of the night sky.

After being so annoyed with your helmet before, you’re glad for it now, as it’s great at hiding the way you’re chewing on your lip with worry.

You overstepped your mark last night, will there be any consequences?

It doesn’t seem to take long to reach the Starkiller base once again.

You’re met with General Hux and a few other troopers when you step off the command shuttle.

“Congratulations pilot” your commander stretching out a hand to shake yours.

“You made it back, unscathed too”

“Yeah..thanks sir” you don’t mean to answer so nonchalantly but you’re still a bit pissed that you were sent in blind.

Kylo doesn’t even glance towards you as he follows the medic officers with the man you had both rescued.

But you don’t care.

You have returned back to base and a hot steamy shower is calling you.

***

Why can’t you sleep?

It’s been a long ass couple of days.

Back to back missions, with the last ones events still replaying in your head.

I can’t believe you caressed the supreme leaders face!

You get up from your bed in annoyance with yourself.

It’s 4:05am.

Not far off 6am, the time your alarm would be going off, so what’s the point of a few extra hours of being awake.

You get dressed into your slacks, hoping you get a few days off round base to chill out.

Walking around the corridors of Starkiller at this time is so eerie.

You see 2 other troopers on your travels, night shifters.

They watch as you walk past, staring through their bug looking helmets as you just trudge along, with no purpose.

You have no idea where you’re walking to, maybe just up another level and round again and then you’ll head back to your quarters.

Just as you press the button for the elevator up, the door slid open and you see Kylo ready to step out, without his helmet on.

You take a few moments to take in his features, you’ve never seen him without his helmet on.

His hair is dark, almost falling over his eyes as he leans his head down towards you.

His face sporting a scar down the right side, almost mimicking the crack on his helmet, you note.

But it doesn’t make him any less handsome.

His eyes are on you also, they drop the entire length of your body and then back up to your gaze that’s still set on him.

You don’t say a word.

The elevator dings shut and carries on its journey, without you in it.

“Condolences on losing DS-62” he starts to say, breaking the silence that had fallen across the floor.

“Huh?…oh yeah, er, thanks” you almost had to pull yourself out of your concentration on his face.

“It was wrong of us to go in so unprepared” his face changing to match the seriousness of this conversation.

“Uh huh” you really don’t know what to say. You’ve heard stories of him ending other troopers lives for speaking ill against him so you stay quiet about your complaints of yesterdays mission.

Already feeling on edge about the interaction you both had yesterday.

“I was just coming to find you, to inform you about er…” he can’t seem to finish his sentence.

“Were you? Were you headed somewhere?” he asks you.

“Er yeah, well no, not really” you tell him without elaborating further.

“Can I walk you back to your room?” But it sounds more like a command rather than a question.

“Erm…sure” you shrug, unsure on what to answer him.

You turn on your heels immediately and he follows behind you, his longer strides managing to catch up with you easily.

You swallow down a deep breath, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed with questions.

Why is Kylo walking you back to your room?

What’s he got planned?

Is he going to end you within the quietness of your 4 walls?

You were a fool to touch him.

Maybe the First Order doesn’t want any survivors of this last mission?

You were the only one…

You can practically hear your blood pumping in your ears.

Your heart is beating a lot faster than it should be considering you’re in a slow paced walk.

You glance up at Kylo nervously, only for you to notice he’s staring right down at you, not breaking the eye contact at all.

Your cheeks start to heat.

What is going on??

You think to yourself, looking back down at the ground again.

***

You soon reach your quarters, turning to face Kylo, your back flushed up against the door panel.

Unsure on how to bid farewell to someone as important as him in the First Order, he’s basically royalty.

You’re about to tell him goodbye when he speaks first.

“Can I come in?” his voice sounds so deep, so low without his modulator.

“You want to come in?” you ask him back, you have no idea what to say, your body starts to go into fight or flight mode.

Kylo doesn’t say a word to you, just keeps his gazed trained down on yours, waiting for an answer.

You even shock yourself when it doesn’t take much time to nod “yes”.

Punching in the code to unlock your room door, trying to steady the shaking of your hands.

Adrenaline is pumping around your body, are you about to fight the supreme leader?

Can you even fight the supreme leader?

You’re trained in combat before you’re trained to fly.

Fighting is and always will be a part of an officers life in the First Order but you’ve never been trained to fight against someone like Kylo Ren.

You quickly scout the layout of your room, patrols don’t do room checks like they used to in training but you’ll be shamed if it wasn’t up to scratch when the Supreme Leader is here.

You stand at the wall by the door, quick exit maybe in your thinking.

Kylo walks over towards your bed, he turns to face you but instead of saying anything he sits down on the edge of the mattress.

You really don’t know what your next move should be but it’s like he can read your uncertainty on your face.

You watch him as he raises a gloved hand to signal you over.

Your feet carry you without a 2nd thought, stopping just before him, your eyes not moving away from his.

You’re holding your breath now, is he going to strike you down?

“I can read your ID number, but what’s your name officer…”

His voice making you search his face for his next move.

“Er, Y/N” you manage to tell the supreme leader.

“Can I touch you Y/N?” He tilts his head to the side, waiting for an answer.

You’re taken a back, touch you??

What does he mean touch you?

You can’t seem to find any words to answer him so just nod your head at him.

He wastes no time to wrap his hand around your wrist, like he did the previous night.

Pulling your hand up to his face, his eyes close as he guides your fingers alongside the scar he has there.

You hitch a breath, you really aren’t prepared for this.

“It was a lightsaber…” Kylo starts to tell you. Now watching your eyes widen as you let out a breath.

“A…lightsaber??” You enquire further.

“Mmm hmm, a Jedi’s lightsaber” he finishes.

You don’t even want to ask who the Jedi was that was brave enough to strike Kylo so aggressively on the face.

You’re sure they’re good as dead!

You soon get cut off by your thoughts as Kylo uses his other hand to grab a hold of a loop in your belt and pull you closer to him.

You’re standing in between his legs now, his face not that far from yours due to the obvious size difference between you both.

He reaches up to grab at the zipper that was slightly undone on your slacks, pulling it down slowly he watches as it moves over the curves of your chest and pauses just above your navel.

Your eyes stay on him as he pulls the fabric off both your shoulders, you pull your arms out in instinct.

It’s been a long while since you’ve been touched by another.

Kylo slips his fingers inside your waist band and continues to pull your all in one slack suit down, helping you by lifting each one of your legs out the clothing.

The way he wraps a large hand of his around the back of each thigh so delicately makes your heart beat faster.

You’re now stood in front of the supreme leader in your undershorts and a crop top, something you’ve always worn under slacks, never knowing it’ll be shown to him, to anyone!

He takes in a moment to drink the sight of you in, the armour that you wore in yesterdays mission gave him glimpse of the curves you had underneath it but he was taken aback by the way your body dipped in all the right places.

He wraps both his hands around your waist, you close your eyes at the feeling of the leather on your bare skin but not for long as Kylo seems to turn you around so you’re facing back to him.

You catch his face in the mirror you had on the opposite side of the room, his eyes are deep pools of black, his pupils practically the same size as his Iris now.

Like how a predator looks at his prey.

Still with a grip on you, Kylo bends you at the waist, placing his legs in between yours now, he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

Your legs dangle either side of his, you can barley touch the ground like this.

Gloved hands of his snake around your thighs, moving higher towards your clothed centre and as you suck in a breath, awaiting him to stroke you there, he surprises you by opening his legs wide, causing your own to spread along with them.

You’re sure he let out a low chuckle as he now can see your face in the mirrors reflection opposite you both.

You’re unsure where to place your own hands. They were resting on top of your legs but now they’ve been spread apart, you choose to place them behind you on the bed, causing you to stick out your chest as your back arches.

Kylo’s hands start to move up once more, caressing your skin so lightly over your waist, your stomach, over your breasts.

Pulling your crop top down, he pulls slightly on one of your nipples as they harden in pleasure at the supreme leaders touch.

Your head falls back slightly to rest on his shoulder as you start to feel your self start to soak your underwear.

Kylo’s hand grabs you at your chin and pulls your head forward once more.

“Eyes on front” he whispers to you. His lips are so close to your ear as he talks to you that goosebumps start to form across your skin.

“You’re going to watch. Understand?”

You swallow down your answer, you have no words right now.

With one hand on your hip, Kylo moves the other to stroke you lightly through your undershorts.

You bite your lip as you’re too scared to make a sound.

He wants you to watch him, watch yourself in the mirror but you’re unsure if there are any other rules to this game he has you both playing.

His face looks feral as it stares back at you, his fingers have started to pick up their pace and the way he moves them in a circular motion, it causes friction between the fabric and your now swollen clit.

You don’t mean to whimper but you can’t remember the last time you had anothers hands down there apart from your own.

“Mmm, that’s it pretty girl” Kylo almost grunts out as you can feel his hardness grow through his leathers beneath where you are sat.

“Can you make some noise for me?” his lips graze your neck ever so lightly as he whispers those words to you.

Your eyes almost flutter shut in ecstasy but you remember his command from earlier,

Eyes on him…

It’s like he knows a distraction ploy to lull you out the wanting to close your eyes on him, he slips past the fabric of your undershorts and in one quick movement he’s suddenly knuckles deep inside you with two of his gloved fingers.

You cry out at the sudden stretch and the feeling of his leather delving inside you is a sensation you’ve never felt before.

Kylo must of like the sound that fell from your lips as he bucks his hips up into you, the hardness of his cock straining against the fabric in between you both.

“Maker” he rasps out. Enjoying this just as much as you are and you’re not even touching him.

He swiftly moves his fingers in and out of you, the noises that fill your room are lewd.

Cries of pleasure from you,

The wet sounds of your cunt as it contracts around the supreme leaders fingers,

Him grunting at you as you start to move your hips back and forth slightly.

Your eyes still stay on him, watching as his face is awashed with pleasure just as much as your own is.

You’d never thought this would be as hot as it is.

Feeling that familiar feeling start to build up deep inside you as Kylo switches from his fingers penetrating you, to his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

Your fingers digging into his own thighs now as you’ve had to grip them to hold yourself steady on his lap.

“Ah…maker…I’m” you try to tell him, try to let him know you’re close but you can’t seem to string a sentence together right now.

“Mmm pretty girl, what? What’s is it?” Kylo’s voice is low and rumbles through you both.

“I think…I think I’m going to…ah!” You’re so close, it’s right there, the heat rising inside you, waiting to spill out over your supreme leaders fingers.

Just as you’re about to hit that high, Kylo quickly retracts his fingers from you, your cunt pulsates at the sudden loss of him inside you.

Your eyes fly open as you didn’t realise you had them shut.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath enough to ask him what’s the deal. Why did he stop?

As Kylo clicks his tongue at you, it’s like it causes your brain to click also.

You didn’t have your eyes on him…

“I told you, to keep your eyes on me” His voice sounded so chilling.

You gulp, you think about apologising, begging him to put his hands back on you, inside you but you just stare into his eyes through the mirror.

You can’t read him. You can’t work out what he’s thinking.

Your legs almost buckle as he moves his own out away from where you’re sat upon them.

Quick reaction times stop you from hitting the floor face first but your knees take the brunt of it, hitting the cold floor beneath you.

“I’m..im sorry” you can’t even look at him.

You’re unsure just how mad he is at you right now.

He’s still sat where he was before and as you feel brave enough to look up at him you watch him lean back slightly on the bed, fumbling with his utility belt, he pulls the leather strap out in one long motion.

The buckle hitting every loop on its way out.

Your eyes widen as he grasps you by the throat, pulling you up on your feet as he stands from your bed.

“I told you, eyes on me” he repeats himself.

Like he needs to let you truly understand his reasoning for what he’s about to do.

He’s behind you now, your back is flushed with his chest and you’re so close you can still feel his cock pushing up against the small of your back.

Grabbing you by both wrists, he pulls each arm of yours round to the back of you, creating a space between you.

The muscles in your arms sting slightly at the angle they have been pulled in, using just one hand he has both of yours held tightly together.

Kylo then proceeds to wrap his belt around your wrists, quickly working the leather into some sort of make shift pair of binders.

He pulls the strap, the tightness of the leather stinging your skin as he does.

You don’t say a word to him.

You don’t know what to say to him.

You wish you can see his face, try to work out what he’s thinking.

You must of been too deep in thought that you don’t quite comprehend how he did it so quickly but he’s sat back down on your bed like before.

Except with you being sat upon his lap, you’re now laid across it, stomach down, your legs try to hold themselves up by your tiptoes.

Your try to free your hands, you need to hold on as you’re unstable like this but Kylo places a hand on the small of your back, pressing you into his lap.

“You’re going to count…do you understand me?” He’s lost the lust that was oozing from his voice a few moments ago, the scary, intimidating Kylo Ren is back.

Grabbing your hair by one of your braids Kylo makes you face him “do you understand?” he repeats himself to you.

The grasp he has on your hair causes the movement of your head to sting as you nod in answer.

“3 counts…ok?” he asks you but he doesn’t need an answer.

He’s in control now, he’s been in control this whole time.

You can’t seem to keep still as you’re laid over the supreme leaders thighs, trying to get some sort of grip on your feet on the ground but it’s no use.

That’s when you feel it, or do you hear it first?

You’re not quite sure.

But the instant burning sensation on your right ass cheek has seem to of frozen your body in place.

He struck you!

He full on slapped you on your bare flesh.

You’re not sure what you expected being held in this position and for going against the Supreme Leaders orders but it comes as a shock to you.

Your eyes start to water as the pain from the hit of his gloved hand almost ripples through your body.

“Count!” Kylo almost bellowing now as he pulls on your hair once more to prompt you.

“I..er…one!” your voice cracks as you speak.

“Good girl” your supreme leader coos at you rubbing the very spot of flesh where he landed his blow.

The sudden soothing voice takes you aback.

If this is a punishment then why is it making you wetter than before.

Your mind starts racing like a ship flying through hyperspace, is this turning you on?

“2 more to go pretty girl, you ready?” Kylo’s voice rings through your ears that are filled with the noise of your blood pumping.

“Yes supreme leader” you answer him.

#kylo ren #first order #starwars #smut fic #over18 #x reader #supreme leader kylo ren

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tigertale · 1 year

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A/N: What do I love more than Jamil? The angst surrounding him <3 I will correct this piece later, I'm just posting this so that it doesn't stay a draft forever (or maybe that it should've stayed one).

A/N 2: Also thinking about starting a grown-up series of sort because I've got enough material for it but- yeah still unsure

Reader; Jamil; Kalim

•〔　！〕 Angst (kinda), Grammatical errors; Not proofread, The ending is so funky wth

"My, how proud am I to see such an unexpected addition to the Asim." The patriarch of the said Asim family looked over the garden. The glassless windows allowed him to watch his own children playing by their caretaker side's. Despite being visibly overworked by the number of kids, she kept a soft smile on her lips as she would rock the baby to sleep while stopping an umpteenth argument between the siblings.

By the side of the eldest, his son, smaller in size, looked at his brothers and sisters with the same fond look his father had. Or was it softer? He nodded in agreement with the previous statement, truly enjoying the sight before him. "I'm glad to see her adjusting well to this situation." And her smile, never falling despite the huge amount of work she had taken over ever since she had entered the Asim palace, had managed to win over those residing in it.

The patriarch turned towards the servant who had yet to pronounce a word. The black haired was silently watching the same scenery, although no words were uttered. It was not his place to speak without his master's demand. And pleased by the attitude, he turned back to face his son. "Kalim, you're already old enough to marry. Find us a wife just like her!" His booming laughter followed suit, but none of the two friends dared speaking.

"But I trust my son and any judgments he may have." Oh did Kalim wish he had the same confidence in him.

He remembered his years at NRC, the way everyone was looking at him like he was the most oblivious person around. He had always seen those words as what they were, mere words, and that he shouldn't care about those. Yet how ironic it is for him to agree with them years after, now that he had finally lost what he had been passionately chasing after. The only thing he had ever so fervently adored and wished for was now someone else's, all because he had too much confidence in himself and never fathomed the idea that she may have fallen in love with someone else.

She was blissfully unaware of the talk happening right behind her back. But she did catch sight of them as they were leaving. Hers and Jamil's eyes met, and she waved shyly at him. His stare only lingered a bit more before he followed his masters, but she was not hurt by the lack of answer. If anything she was happy that he had even looked at her. A blissful sigh left her lips as she went back to taking care of the Asim children who were crying for her attention.

However, later that night, when she entered the Viper's given side of the manor (around the same size of a small house), Jamil made sure to apologize.

"I'm sorry for leaving without saying anything." She reassured him that there were no problems. She understood that his duties prevailed above anything else. But he was still pleading, both for her forgiveness and for her to show the slightest bit of anger towards him. They had waited years before embracing each other as tightly as of today. Years before he could make her his fiancée. And they couldn't even bask into their love during the day, having to eat up their sleeping time to care for one another.

"I'm sorry for bringing you here."

She removed herself from his embrace, eyebrows almost touching one another with how much her frown was pronounced. "Jamil." Her voice, firm, so unlike how she would always call for him with honey dripping down at each word, made him freeze up with surprise. "I've said it already, didn't I? I'm ready to follow you everywhere, I've even followed you here to prove to you just how much you mean to me, no matter what happens. It's really cheesy for your liking but… Just knowing that I'll see you by the end of the day makes me happy." And indeed it was too cheesy, and he would've surely complained about it if someone other than her would have said those words.

But she's her, his dear fiancée, the one he has fought for and miraculously won over, and it was enough for him to forget about it. She has indeed followed him all the way to the Asim household; they had waited after both their graduation to live with each other. And although she was officially registered under the Jamil family, now having masters to serve, she seemed to be more than happy to take this job over, even if she had expressed her distaste to such hierarchical social structure back when they were students at the night Raven college.

Back when they were just students basking into each other's presence with no thoughts or possible ideas of what awaited them. When she was on the verge of crying, telling him how much she wished for him to be free of any duties that tied him away from truly appreciating what the world had to offer. And when he would merely kiss her as a silent way to express how grateful he was to hear her feelings.

"I'm sorry… But I just don't want you to regret coming here." Even if she was fine with this outcome, he would, actually, always regret making her come all the way here. All the way down to this place, tying from the true home that awaited her far beyond this world. When his head fell against her shoulder, his arms loosely crossing behind her back, her calloused fingers moved to his hair. She hummed softly as she looked at his tresses pooling from the gaps between her fingers and back onto his back.

She would be lying if she said that there weren't times when she… "regretted" her decision. When the sun would blind her, her body warming up from both its light and the surrounding heat. And only then, she would dream about going on a trip all the way to the high snowy mountains in the Shaftlands, feeling the soft snow crunching under her imposing boots. Or just going to a swimming pool, which she wasn't allowed as of now. She would have loved to be satisfied with her situation, but the cold reminder that she was now restricted often weighed on her mind. Jamil needed someone to lift his mood up, someone not caring about these kinds of things. Even if she wasn't this person, she would try to be.

He felt her move, her fingers drifting along the side of his face before lifting his head up. "But I'm with you. I live with you, enjoy my dinners with you, go to bed with you." She pressed her forehead against his with a soft smile. "I may have given up some of my freedom for it, but it's a sacrifice I was willing to make and certainly won't regret any time soon." Yes it's true that she has often dreamed about everything she had lost by tying the knot, but she would have regretted it even more if he wasn't here, in her life, to love her when they both had a bit of free time.

"Jamil." She pressed her lips against his. It was a soft kiss, the pressure lacking in sensuality but making up to it with the fondness she held for her soon to be husband. "I love you. And I will, hopefully, love you until my death." He didn't say anything, just diving back into the kiss. He hoped that she would never leave his side and continue to love him until death do them apart.

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And merely a year later, under the tent, white scarfs of the finest silk draped over it, and surrounded by all the members of the Asim family and their servants, she thought back about those words. If she had known that they would have hurt the both of them she wouldn't have said them.

Before her ring was to come, she took a glance at Najma sitting closest to her. And despite the proud smile she wore, she could see the hint of sadness behind it. They had spent enough time together in the same place to know about the other's habits, from the slight way her lips were twitching to her eyes drifting to her own decorated fingers trembling with anticipation of the ring.

Aah, she tensed up when she felt a hand caressing the side of her face. She turned around, finding her soon to be husband looking at her with longing eyes. He was sweet, so sweet…

His fingers drifted to hers once the rings were put before him on one of the most expensive cushions she had ever seen, and with his other hand, he passed the cold metal to her left index. Paired with the henna that has been made the night before, the sight of the many gems only doubled in beauty. But she couldn't ponder too much as she was forced to do what he had done before, passing the diamond ring through his finger.

And as what the patriarch asked was to be done, the two newlyweds both stared ahead, hands entangled with a beautiful painted smile on their face as they looked at the camera. But despite the fondness in which he was gently grasping her hand, she was too focused on the one behind the photographer to reply to his gesture. She… she couldn't regret it now. The promise that she had made.

She would love him forever, until her very end would she still think of him. Because even if Jamil was congratulating her with the rest of the guests (the sound of hundreds of people clapping at the same time almost deafening her,) they both knew that they would always love one another. Even if he's watching her marrying someone else, even if tomorrow he would change the sheet she had used with someone else, even when… he will follow and raise the children she would have with someone else, he would still love her. And she would still love him.

She eventually turned towards her husband. Kalim's grin was bigger than any she had seen before, and she finally tightened her fingers back as a pitiful answer to his love filled action. Because the vows she had made to him were actually meant to someone else.

Until death to them apart, both she and her now to be attendant would love each other.

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