#the legion x y/n

[ghqstfqce]

Holiss, soy el anónimo que había hecho el pedido de Joey x la lectora popular ¿Cómo estás? ¿Te has estado hidratando y alimentando bien? ¿Qué tal ha estado tu semana? <3

Se me había ocurrido una pequeña idea para los HCs de estos dos, es que los amé mucho y me encantó como los escribiste, así que vine a hacer un pedido otra vez

Siento que La Legión antes pasaba más desapercibida porque solo eran un grupo de adolescentes que se metían en líos y obviamente los demás no querían verse involucrados en ese tipo de asuntos, claro, algunos miembros eran un poco populares en ciertos sectores por distintas razones, pero eso no significaba que algunos estudiantes no quisieran mantener la distancia para evitar meterse en problemas y que se llevarán el castigo del año por parte de sus padres.

Específicamente miembros como Joey y Susie pasaban muy desapercibido a diferencia de Julie y Frank, nadie los molestaba y ellos no molestaban a nadie… hasta que eso cambió cuando T/N se convirtió en la novia de Joey.

Nadie se lo esperaría porque duh, ¿La chica popular súper linda con un posible delincuente? Ya parecía una película cliché de adolescentes.

Esto no iba a pasar desapercibido para algunos estudiantes, lo cuál también significó que habría ciertas personas abrumando al pobre Joey sobre su relación con T/N y quizás hasta metiéndose dónde no deberían (porque los chismosos y rumores nunca pueden faltar)

Los jóvenes enamorados tendrían que lidiar con preguntas molestas y repetitivas cómo: ¿Ya conocieron a sus suegros? ¿Qué piensan sus padres al respecto? ¿Siquiera se han besado todavía? ¿No había más candidatos?

(En cierta parte siento que estos dos todavía no se han besado, demasiada vergüenza para querer subir de grado porque no es fácil pedir un beso)

La pobre T/N se sentiría tan culpable por lo que tenía que pasar Joey, aunque no creo que él esté enojado con ella, está enojado con esos tontos que se quieren meter en su vida

Probablemente uno de ellos o ambos terminarían cansados de la situación y les dirían que dejen de molestar, no estoy seguro que final darle así que se lo dejo en sus manos (me gusta el escándalo de la semana, sorry)

Bueno algo así pensé, que al menos puedan servir de concepto para el pedido (⁠^⁠^⁠)

.˚ ✦ ˖˚₊ Joey | The Legion x Fem ! Reader

.˚ ✦ ˖˚₊ Chismes de pueblo, los adultos son agradables, los estudiante no tanto. Gente molestando a nuestra pareja del momento. Reader usa un cuchillo como una campeona, pero no hiere a nadie. (P/F) = Pareja de Frank, esto comparte universo con los hcs de Frank x Cuidadorx Reader. Pasado Susie x Reader. Primera parte de estos hc's. La segunda parte es esta que lees.

.˚ ✦ ˖˚₊ Esto también tardo mucho en salir, simplemente la escuela me abrumo y llegaba a tomar la siesta en casa, lmao. Espero te guste.

Era algo que debieron esperar después de esa tarde haber oficializado su relación. Tú era la dulce novia del pueblo y él era el idiota en una pandilla, todos los mirarían dos veces al pasar por las grandes diferencias.

Aun así, esperaron y casi rezaron porque el pueblo y los estudiantes de su escuela los dejara pasar, estar tranquilos y enamorados en su propio espacio.

Joey y tú estaban más que felices, se saludarán a la hora del almuerzo con un pequeño beso antes de ir cada quien a su grupo de amigos, en la salida irían juntos a casa y se quedarían en la casa del otro a hacer tareas y platicar hasta que sus padres les llamaran, los fines de semana tendrían dulces citas o saldrían de fiesta juntos.

La Legión y (P/F) estaban encantados de verlos convivir, la mayoría del tiempo arrullarian de lo lindos que se ven juntos y otras veces les estarían sacando fotos en movimiento mientras fingía ir en otra dirección. A veces tendrían citas dobles con Frank y su pareja, mientras Susie y Julie se quejarían a mesas de distancia como si no fueran a unirse en cualquier momento.

Y aunque los adultos del pueblo habían estado algo sorprendidos y los susurros de preocupación hacia ti no faltaron, no tardaron en aceptar la relación al ver como Joey te trataba como una princesa y tú a él como tu caballero, eran la pareja del año para todos ellos.

Los problemas vinieron de la escuela, tus grupos de amigos y amigas estaban más que bien con ustedes dos, felicitandolos y exaltando lo perfectos que son, pero los demás no podían creerlo aún.

¿Realmente están saliendo? ¿No es como un movimiento para enfurecer a tus padres? ¿Él se está forzando sobre ti?

Esto último te hizo molestar y mirarles de la forma más molesta que podías, pero aún así no los hizo retroceder.

Joey quién antes sólo era conocido como el chico en la pandilla de Morrison, ahora estaba siendo empujado a la esfera social de la popularidad, todos querían saber qué había hecho para conseguir salir contigo y las chicas parecían más interesadas en él que antes.

Fue fácil tratar con los chicos, a veces lo harían enojar sobre los comentarios hacia ti y él no dudaría en amenazarlos o patearles el trasero con una gran advertencia si intentaban decir esa mierda a tu alrededor.

Con las chicas, Susie tuvo que recurrir al rescate, no es que Joey quisiera aceptarlas, solo no sabía cómo alejarlas sin lastimaras, todo un caballero. Así que Susie siendo quien era y aún recordando la forma en la que le sonreías, no dudará en enfrentarse a algunas perras.

Y todo parecía estar bien, todos parecían haber retrocedido sobre ustedes, hasta que alguien no lo fue. Ni siquiera lo recordabas, una ex pareja de un baile de bienvenida a quien dejaste por querer sobrepasarse y ahora aquí estaba en uno de los lugares de reunión de la comunidad estudiantil en el bosque, incitando a Joey y queriendo tirar de sus golpes.

Sabías que Joey podría frenar todo, sólo un puñetazo y el idiota no podria levantarse, pero recordabas lo sucio qué era para toda interacción que tenían y por eso fue fácil descubrir cuando traía cuchillos a peleas a puñetazos.

No sabías que te poseyó, solo recuerdas a (P/F) decirte donde siempre traían sus cuchillos de caza los chicos y las chicas. — Son una pandilla de secundaria, pero están por salir de dicha secundaria y la gente no dudará en ir sobre ellos, deben estar preparados y como nos quieren fuera, nosotrxs debemos saber todo lo que podamos.

Por ello, cuando viste al idiota avalanarse sobre Joey con el arma en mano, no dudaste en tomar el cuchillo de Frank y ponerte entre Joey y el otro. Todo se quedó silencio, como no dudaste en empujar el arma contra su cuello, mientras Joey en su shock de adrenalina tomaba el brazo con el arma y lo mantenía lejos de ti.

Frank y las chicas no dudaron en ponerse a la defensiva cuando vieron al grupo de deportistas avanzar hacia su líder. Frank tendría una charla contigo y su pareja más al rato, pero ahorita sería el líder que debe ser.

Decir que la gente guardó silencio sobre tu relación era la subestimación del año, todos simplemente retrocedieron significativamente y al que quería decir lo que hiciste, solo sería ignorado. ¿Cómo alguien tan dulce como tú haría algo así?

Aun así, nadie podría negar la imagen poderosa que formaban Joey y tú. En pie de batalla o simplemente juntos tomando un café.

[aceviscontiswife]

I'm really new to Dead by Daylight and I'm really enjoying your fics. So, story prompt:

Reader is a survivor who was just gifted a new outfit by the entity that, unknown to reader includes a pair of remote control vibrating panties. Then reader shows up in a trial with the killer who reader has been flirting with and secretly crushing on and killer (who flirts right back and also has a crush on reader) finds a mysterious remote in their pocket.

I'd love Danny and Frank (separately, please) and anyone else you feel like writing.)

Survivor!Reader wearing remote controlled vibrating panties in a trial

Killers: Danny (Ghostface), Frank (Legion), Wesker.

Afab!Reader. Warnings: petnames such as dollface, babygirl, babe, and dearest. Vibrating panties (that reader was not aware of), masturbation, Wesker’s a bit of an ass at first.

•When you wake up in the cornfields of Coldwind, you don’t suspect anything at first. You were loving your new outfit, it fit you perfectly and showed off your assets. You were hoping to see Ghostface this trial, since you knew this outfit would probably send him into overdrive.

•Its only when you begin to work on a generator when you feel a light vibration against your womanhood. It sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. Your thighs press together in an attempt to conceal the steadily growing arousal, but it only seems to make it stronger. You had no idea what was causing this, but it had to be some cruel prank of the entity’s.

•Danny was a little confused when he found the small remote in his pocket, and after a few seconds of staring down at the remote in his hand, he pressed one of the buttons.

•It didn’t take Danny very long to find you, all by yourself, wearing the sexiest clothes Danny’s ever seen. That alone was enough to get him hard, but what he saw next nearly sent him insane. You slapped a hand over your mouth, your thighs squirming against each other as you moan against your hand. You could barely even work on the generator… That’s when Danny put two and two together, and oh man, you were in for a treat.

“Oh, dollface…” You whip around to face where the voice—Danny’s voice came from. He was standing behind you, leaning against a stack of crates with a small remote in his hand. You begin to speak, but your words are taken from you and replaced with a gasp as Danny presses one of the remotes buttons, the vibrating sensation in your panties growing even stronger. Danny laughed at the sight, pushing himself off of the crates and taking a step towards you. “Looks like the entity gave us both a gift, hmm?” Danny watches you grab onto the generator to support yourself, a strangled moan escaping your lips as he cranks up the vibrations to their highest setting. “I say we enjoy our treat.”

•When Frank found a small remote in his pocket, he immediately did what anyone would’ve done—he pressed the buttons. All of them.

•Needless to say, you were caught off guard when a there sudden strong vibrating sensation in your panties. It was a lot, also very confusing. After a few seconds, you had grown used to the sensations. It didn’t take long until you were rendered into a hazy, pleasure-filled state of bliss.

•You barely managed to get yourself to the killer shack, leaning against one of the lockers and biting down on your hand to keep quiet. Your free hand was shoved up your shirt, teasing your breasts through your bra.

•That’s how Frank found you, his eyes going wide behind the mask and his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you touch yourself. Your hips were grinding up into the air, and it was only when Frank heard a faint buzzing did he realize what was going on. It was like a flip of a switch, Frank went from shocked and a little confused to very turned on and very aware of what he was doing to you. Trial be damned, Frank was going to enjoy this alot more than killing some idiotic survivors.

“Fuck, babygirl… You couldn’t wait till the trial was over, could you?” You stop in your tracks when you hear Frank, your eyes snapping open to be met with the sight of Frank leaning against shacks doorway, remote in hand. He shakes his head when you stop, pressing one of the buttons on the remote and amplifying the vibrations in your panties. “Didn’t say you could stop, did I?” Frank groans when you begin to touch yourself again, the masked killer reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. “Good girl… You want me to make it feel even better? I can make you feel amazing, babe.”

•At first, Wesker ignored the small remote in his pocket. He had a job to do, after all. The only distraction he allowed was you, anything else was simply not important to him. It was soon becoming hard to ignore, however, and Wesker angrily admits to himself that he needed to see what this remote did. Maybe it was a gift from the entity? Something to help him out in trials? Wesker was one of the entity’s strongest and smartest killers, he’s earned himself a reward.

•When Wesker eventually presses one of the buttons and nothing happens, he’s a… little upset. How dare the entity give him some useless piece of garbage? He was Albert Wesker, the Mastermind, not one of the Legion’s immature teenagers!

•If only he could’ve seen how you almost folded in on yourself when a surprising, strong feeling of vibrations began to surge through your panties. A gasp escapes your lips, ultimately catching the attention of your concerned teammates. You lie, telling them ‘You thought you saw the killer.’

•You’re barely able to complete the generator with your team, quickly coming up with some excuse to separate from your team, sneaking off to a secluded area of the map to deal with yourself.

•Wesker could hear faint moaning and panting coming from the Garden of Joy’s dark bedroom, and believing it to be an injured survivor, he quickly makes his way to the bedroom. What he saw inside the room wasn’t an injured survivor, it was you. Oh… that’s what the remote does? Wesker was quick to realize what was going on when he saw you on the rundown bed, hands covering your mouth and your hips jerking up into the air. He laughs, catching your attention.

“So this is what you do instead of helping your team? Tsk, so predictable.” You couldn’t stop the shameless moan that left you, as well as the breathless pleads for Wesker to help you out. He was enjoying this more than he’d admit… the sight of you like this was something Wesker had wanted to see for some while now, and it only made him even more aroused to know that he was the cause of your overwhelming pleasure. “Already so overstimulated and you haven’t even been touched…” Wesker laughs, shaking his head and taking a step towards you. “Come here, dearest… This is only the beginning.”

***

I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was new for me, and I honestly loved it :) Hope you enjoy, love ya! ❤️

[pink-key]

Can you draw Legion with yn ?^^ "^" plssss ... i love to Player Legion und you drwa Ghostface soooo good ^^ <3

If you get one, you get the other 3 as a bonus

Also thank you!

[snaggie-t00th]

hey what if i

that'd be so crazy right

ch 1 。・°°・

gender neutral pronouns, no use of y/n, clones know mando'a, crosshair doesn't turn, no beta we die like tech.

The sun had begun to slump lazily in the sky. Outcroppings of clouds blotted around it, allowing the rays to gleam down rather than the barrage of heat from early this morning. Hues of bronze and amber were slathered across the atmosphere, partly due to the dust in the air. Here past the city limits, one became acutely aware of the planet’s true climate. Roves of sand and limestone were all the eye would be met with for miles. Large, twisted succulents shot randomly out of the ground, their insides bitter and viscous with water from a long many cycles ago. The stubborn fauna was a mirror image of the people that inhabited this planet. Fierce and unyielding, hoarding what little resources are to be found, if only to assure survival for longer than tonight.

While the sun had dipped in severity, your emotions seemed to not get the memo. In fact, your heart was rattling your ribcage and wracking your nervous system. In a matter of hours you had your first customers in days, albeit shallow pocketed, and instead of doing the proper salesperson-like thing and talking Echo down to another product, you ran his pockets and asked him out.

And he said yes.

Well, not in those words. But it wasn’t a No. Or a Sure, why not. And that’s more than enough for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Echo was relying on the speeder handlebars in front of him to maintain his grip on reality.

Echo tried not to get his hopes up whenever he noticed wandering eyes on him in the past. He’d said it jokingly, but he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was just happy you weren’t looking at him in disgust.

Or worse, someone to pity.

You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his metal arm and scomp. You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his gait on the way to the counter. Hell, you didn’t even make mention of the piece wrapping around his skull. He didn’t even have to ask.

And now you were wrapped around his back, pushing your weight into him as he ripped across the wastes. Your arms were slinked around his core, hands folded and your pinky ghosting across the tip of his navel. While Echo’s own hands on the speeder was his current tether to reality, the warmth of your hands was equally coaxing him back out. Coaxing him backwards to rest his shoulder blades on your chest, coaxing him to let go of the handlebars, coaxing him to close his eyes, savor the moment. But he doesn’t. The same steadfast, battle-tested resolve that made him an ARC Trooper, all of that resolve, is being called upon at this moment.

Echo flicked the gear shift forward and pressed his foot down evenly, eyes honing in on the gray dot of the Marauder coming into view on the horizon. You gripped tighter with the increase in speed, and Echo’s cheeks got warm. Omega tailed closely behind.

Earlier, before the three of you had broken the city limits, Echo gave you the rundown of his ragtag family.

Tech. Wrecker. Hunter. Crosshair.

You mentally listed the members of the Batch, trying your absolute best to commit them to memory. It’ll be a lot easier once you actually see them, trust me. Echo’s words rang through your head, a metaphysical balm to your mild-yet-steadfastly brewing social anxieties.

A loud, metallic groan roused you from your thoughts. The ramp of the Marauder began to descend, and an overwhelmingly large figure appeared at the lip of the ramp.

“9-1 odds, that's Wrecker?” You call out loudly, desperate to be heard over the speeder engine. Before Echo could respond, a surly, thickly accented voice cut through the air.

“What stray did you bring in from the rain this time, eh Echo?!”

“You would be correct.” Echo glances over his shoulder at you, before turning back and calling out to his brother. “Adoption is Hunter’s speciality. Is your chip acting up again?” Wrecker answered with a barking laugh, walking off the ramp that is now level with the planet’s surface.

Echo brought the bike to a rolling stop, the engine softly tut-tut-ing before being kicked off. Omega came up beside the two of you, parking respectively. Echo stepped off the bike and stuck his hand out for you, while Wrecker came over and swooped Omega off the bike and onto his shoulders. You coyly took his hand. “Still keeping up this smooth charade?” You chide, throwing your leg over the bike and pulling yourself up with his assistance.

“Charade? Now that’s just rude.” Echo stuck his nose up, fake indignantly.

You grin, leaning into the bit. “Oh my, how may I make up for this transgression Milord?”

Wrecker and Omega watched on with shit eating grins. Neither of them were going to be the ones to break the moment, nor were they going to be the ones to tell either of you about the matching blush the two of you were wearing.

“I’m sure I’ll find a remedy in time, fret not serf.” Echo smiled as he stuck his elbow out for you to take.

“Serf? I’ll have you know my father was a knight!” It was your turn to act fake indignant, huffing and whipping your head away from Echo. Both of you erupted into laughter at the shared moment, closing in on the ramp.

Unbeknownst to you, Hunter was in the hallway, up the ramp and around the corner, a soft smile stitching its way onto his face. He, like Wrecker and Omega, was deeply enthused about his brother’s stroke of luck with you. Hunter had heard the two of you before you’d arrived, his acute senses hearing the rumblings a few klicks away.

Hunter decided to make his presence known, slipping out of the shadows and into the main doorway.

“What’s this about me adopting someone else?” Hunter says, eyes casually shifting about the group, seeming to do a mental headcount.

“Well I’m terrible with a blaster, but I can sell exhaust pipes something fierce!” You reply sarcastically, and you offer your name and a handshake. Instead, the clone claps your forearm and shakes it once. You follow the motion, entirely through muscle memory, clapping his forearm with similar force. A soft smile sits on your face at the gesture, it was something you hadn’t done in a few cycles at this point.

“Hunter, though I’m sure Echo’s filled you in already.” He offers a pleasant smile, now more curious about the stranger aboard his ship.

“He’s only given me names.” You shrug. “But, I’ve run into two of you now, and it’s a 50/50 on whether or not your moniker’s obscenely obvious. So I think I’ll be okay.” You finish the statement with a soft, mildly forced laugh, hoping to make it as obvious as possible that you’re joking.

I just made sure Echo can kinda stand my presence, I can’t have his brother be the hard sell now.

Hunter nods and closes his eyes with a soft chuckle. “You got nothing to worry about, kid. None of us bite.”

“Except maybe Crosshair.” Three separate voices say at the same time.

Laughter erupts from the hallway and cockpit. From the gunner’s nest, a hissing grimace. Hunter beckoned Wrecker and Omega into the cockpit, nodding to you and Echo as he went. The aforementioned biter slunk his way down the ladder and towards the cockpit, casting nary a glance to the new person aboard the Marauder. A toothpick flew from in front of him, twirling in the air nonchalantly before sticking upright in a crack between the durasteel paneling of the floor. Your eyes honed in on it.

“He won’t actually bite you, but good luck getting more than three words that aren’t snarky outta the vod.” Echo spoke quietly and clasped a hand between your shoulder blades, noting your gaze. “I wouldn’t let him.” He said even quieter, barely above a hum.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Once again, Echo’s simple words are a balm for mental wounds he did not cause, and completely unintentionally. You relax your shoulders, and pull them in a circle.

“So, Tech’s left, right?”

Echo nodded, and gestured with his scomp for you to lead the way. You obliged, and went up the stairs. Through a small hallway filled with a myriad of colors and buttons, you led the two of you into the cockpit.

A somewhat larger space opened up, with similar durasteel walls peppered with buttons and lights. However bulletproof panes of glass took up a majority of the wall space, looking out at the expanse of the wastes. It made the desert look even more swallowing, seeing it from a slight elevation. Nothing else for miles and miles had the view you did right now. Something about Desert Fever slung its way through your brain, some whispers you had barely overheard from stallworkers about afflicted moisture farmers on the outskirts.

“Also colloquially known as desert mania, desert fever is usually characterized with bouts of irrational behaviors and depressive episodes, as a result of the absolute nothing around you. Some hypothesize it to be an amalgamation of chronic understimulation.” A tall clone materialized next to you from the pilot’s chair.

“That was supposed to be internal, my bad. I take it you’re Tech?” You say sheepishly, rubbing a hand on your neck as you extend the other, introducing yourself.

“You are correct. Pleasure.” He replies, holding his hand up softly as to say None for me, thanks in response to your hand out. You quickly pulled it back to your side, eyes flicking to Echo behind you for mild reassurance.

Getting the message, he cleared his throat. “Where’s everyone finding themselves tonight?”

“Hunter’s busying himself inventorying the supplies brought in, Crosshair is brooding on top of the ship, and Wrecker and Omega are outside testing her ability to detonate multiple delayed explosions.��� Tech replied curtly, understanding Echo’s meaning instantly. “I will retire to the bunks if you need me. I have my holopad and charger. Kandosii, vod’ika.”

Echo’s fingers twitched at his thigh again as color shot up from his collar. “Thank you Tech!” He said, very abruptly. He politely spun you around and began to push you towards the copilot’s seat.

A part of Echo prayed you weren’t paying attention to Tech all that much.

A bigger part of him knew you understood every word thrown about.

[momojedi]

➪ Babysitting

501st x GN! Reader

You are a researcher working with the 501st and it's exhausting. This one isn't that good since I was merely just dabbling about, but if you like it, I'll make a proper story about this :)

"Again?" I sighed.

There they were, the troublemakers of the 501st, properly lined up and eyes bashfully glued to the floor, like a bunch of school boys. Captain Rex cleared his throat tensely. "Yes, sir." I shook my head, strictly staring down each and every one of them before taking the notes on my datapad. "You boys are going to be the death of me."

I hadn't known what I was in for when the Senate requested me to keep tabs on clone behaviour, especially when they sent me off to General Skywalker's troops. I should've known better when they mentioned the infamously unorthodox Jedi Knight but the job seemed to be paying well and I could perhaps even offer a study to speak for better treatment of the GAR! What I ended up with however was anything but what I had expected. The 501st was a... pain in the ass, so to say. Constantly getting into trouble and costing the Republic more than the war had itself. From fighting each other to breaking or damaging things, I started to feel like I was putting up with kindergarteners than adult soldiers.

And that's exactly where I was standing with them right now. A destroyed speeder bike in flames, two non-functional blaster rifles and a broken nose on Hardcase's account that Kix was now desperately trying to tend to. I lowered the datapad after finishing my notes and looked around for anything else. "I'm - we are very sorry, sir," Fives stated respectfully, a hint of sheepishness lacing his voice. "We... we weren't expecting things to go this bad." Hums of agreement resounded among the troopers. Echo backed his brother up. "He's right."

I rose my brows, unconvinced at all. This had to be a joke. "In what world did you think trying to shoot your brother off while he's driving an active speeder bike wouldn't go - and I quote - this bad?" I scolded them like a babysitter would. Rex, who had taken his place behind me in an authoritative manner, crossed his arms and glared at his brothers disapprovingly. Fives, who had taken the stand for his brothers, grinned sheepishly at that. "We were testing out our new blasters...?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. A bunch of idiots.

[its-a-ittle-bit-cold]

Waves

anakin skywalker x reader (sort of)

ahsoka x reader (sort of)

summary: After a hard battle, It’s left to you to carry a message to two Jedi from your past

a/n: this is sort of a character study of the protagonist - you! it’s also kind of a prologue to a series that will be anakin x reader - more details to come! based off of Dean Lewis’ ‘Waves’.

note: please know that i actually don’t know almost anything about star

warnings: angst, briefs descriptions of canon-typical violence, technically minor character death, mourning, non-canon compliant

There will come a time in your life when you will need to let go, when the galaxy stops shifting and the ground under your feet liquifies, it’s your duty to continue to protect. Continue to serve. 

This is what the code tells us.

This is what your Master would always tell you.  He always was referring to the loss of civilians, the failure of a mission that could have succeeded. You never thought it would apply to losing him.

You arrived at the temple older than most younglings — five years old, feisty and strong, very strong in the ways of the Jedi already.  Back home on Onapesca, The Force was used peacefully, the ways taught to their young. You, however had been unfittingly volatile with your abilities, and so, the Jedi found you. 

With already advanced training, it only took you four years to become eligible to have a master, and were taken on quickly by Master Bosque, a human such as yourself, one of the only Sentinels left in the order.

From the age of nine on, you and Bosque had been attached at the waist.

Even after becoming a knight, you went on missions and outreaches frequently with him, even becoming a Sentinel such as him, although your affinity had always been split between healing, The Force itself and your notable technique for sabers, as demonstrated by the three beads that used to hang on your braid. 

His death came to you like an abrupt ending you always knew would come but never thought it would. 

“Master?” 

The young Togruta Padawan interrupts you melancholy reflection, using the title that’s almost yours. 

“My apologies, young one,” you say properly. “I got caught up in my thoughts.”

Ahsoka is her name, and she’s as bright eyed and bushy tailed as you can be, going into an active war zone as a fourteen-year-old. Her braid is strung with a yellow bead — proficiency with that saber she wields. You can feel her desperation to prove herself wafting through the air, and, if you focus hard enough, it comes in waves, ripples in the air. Her energy reminds you of someone you haven’t spoken to in so long…

“You’re okay, Master L/n. I’m just wondering if you know my new master.”

Her new master? 

“Obi-Wan and I are close, yes.”

“Not Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker!”

Your breath leaves you and doesn’t do you the favor of coming back. Anakin with a Padawan? That would not end well, especially with what you’ve heard about his… unique combat tactics. Of course, you haven’t seen him since right after your Knighting ceremony.

But he’s been plaguing your thoughts since after the Siege of Cassiopeia, the prospect of his return to your life, along with Obi-Wan’s a mixture of bittersweet emotions, of feelings that you don’t know if they will stay covered. 

“Anakin? I didn’t know he was taking a Padawan.”

Ahsoka shrugs, sharp incisors gleaming. 

“He’s getting one whether he likes it or not.”

Whether he likes it or not, is for sure. 

“Yes, I know him. We grew up together, trained together since both of us were young Padawans with young Masters.” you pause, trying to formulate an unbiased explanation of Anakin, whose very presence always seems to affect you in the worst ways. “He’s… hard to capture in words, I would say. But… He’s awfully skilled in mechanics and piloting, with his blade, of course, as well. Hard headed, stubborn, irritating, but he’s also funny, and caring and… the most loyal person you will ever meet. Protective, too.”

“He sounds great.”

You refrain from agreeing with her. He is great. He’s just a difficult topic for you to broach right now. Ahsoka keeps darting her eyes at you, then back to her holopad.

“Was there something else, Ahsoka?”

“I’m really sorry about Master Bosque, Master L/n.”

Even just his name knocks it out of you. Everything seems to leave you breathless and gasping for the past you can never return to. You feel your vocal chords tighten.

No attachment.

“Thank you.” 

There’s not much to say about it, at least not to her. You ache to tell someone how you feel, but it seems that a Padawan whom you just met may not be the best choice. 

You grip your lightsabers and close your eyes, searching for a semblance of your Master, a sign, any sign that he’s watching over this journey, that he’s helping to better the tasks ahead.

(he’s missing from The Force, just like he is from your life, unjustly gone from the world that still needs him)

(you still need him)

In the village where you grew, you were taught to respect the Living Force. Your mother, your family, and the population who helped to raise you, the daughter of an important someone or other, had always taught you that the spirits of the lost would always be with you, and that you had a unique gift: you could not only sense the spirits, you could call them, channel them. Later, within your training as a Jedi, you learned that the spirits you once knew were actually The Force, and that the sense you’d had for them was an understanding most grown Jedi strived to reach. 

You feel no such spirits upon entry to Christophsis. 

It’s almost a vacuum of the Living Force, such a characteristic is becoming increasingly common in the war.

The Force beacons to the two Jedi on the planet, where your destination must be. You close your eyes, reaching out to Anakin, looking for the link you used to have, looking for his distinct signal. Like his unique radio frequency, he sends ripples through The Force, the layer under reality that you have the ability to sense. Not quite through The Force, halfway between the realms. 

He’s there, alright.

The link that you have suppressed for so many cycles pulses in the back of your mind like an old memory, which you suppose it is.

You must prepare yourself for the confrontation that awaits.

The front is impossible to break, not without reinforcements, not with the limited resources that are steadily depleting.

Anakin believes that with a little assistance from the Council, they can power through and break the line, though, as sore as it is to admit it, continuing his tactics might have the very very very slight possibility of failing.

Maybe. 

Rex can’t know that he has his doubts, though, because Anakin knows that Rex is counting on him. And Obi-Wan.

Definitely Obi-Wan.

The end of the latest battle heralds another sore reminders of the lack of supplies and dashed team spirit, even for a victory. 

Something’s off. It’s a feeling that started at the end of the aforementioned battle, a stirring in the back of his mind, a feeling that feels familiar, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Sent reinforcements, we have,” Yoda tells him and Obi-Wan. “Bothering you, is something, Skywalker?”

Anakin clears his throat. 

“No, Master Yoda. Everything-“

The hologram cuts out before he even finishes his excuse for distraction. Obi-Wan and Rex are both staring at him. What do they want?What do they have to say?

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan starts. Anakin squeezes his eyes shut. The feeling surges. What is this? Why does he feel it now, after years of trying to reach out, why is this coming back to haunt him now?

“She’s coming, isn’t she?” He demands, somewhat belligerently, feeling like a petulant child, whining to his master. “You feel it, right? Did you know?”

“Anakin, I’m as surprised as you are. As far as I knew, she was still on Cassiopeia carrying out covert operations.” Obi-Wan shakes his head, leaning on the podium. Anakin turns to Rex, hoping he’d heard from his best friend, Y/n’s clone commander.

“Don’t look at me, General, I haven’t heard from Jex since the radios went dead. He told me they were headed back to Coruscant.”

Anakin rubs his eyes, feeling the storm brewing. 

This girl.

It’s almost comical, the expression on both Skywalker and Kenobi’s faces, their confusion when they meet the whirlwind that is Ahsoka Tano. It’s fine, they’ll adjust, she’s a perfect little version of Anakin, (She kind of reminds you of yourself, if you’re being honest) and even if he doesn’t see it, she’s the best Padawan he could have gotten. 

You step away from the conversation, getting a report from one of the Clones in blue - Hach. The situation doesn’t sound good. 

you’ll see what Rex has to say about battle strategy, but you have a pretty good idea of what the next step is.

“Why don’t you take Ahsoka to go observe. Get her familiarized with the ground.” 

“Who, the youngling?” 

“Padawan!”

And so, the three Jedi are left alone, and you finally get a chance to look at them, see how they’ve changed. Obi-Wan, bless his soul, is virtually unchanged, the only difference is his armor. Anakin, however… 

You haven’t seen him since recently after the both of you were Knighted, since the night of the huge argument. His hair is longer, his face rougher, a short scar marked over his right eye. His mechanical hand, one of his many impressive feats of engineering, is scratched up and dulled after many battles. His blue eyes search you, probably trying to gauge the same thing that you are— if you’re still angry.

You’re not, if anyone was wondering. Your anger has strictly faded into a cold feeling of indifference— or that might be the layers of suppression that result from years and years of denying what actually happened that night.

“Y/n, my dear, It’s been quite a while,” Obi-Wan says, warm smile flitting onto his face. 

“It has, Master Kenobi. Strange how the time goes.”

Anakin nods at you. Obi wan elbows him. “Ow!” He rubs the back of his neck. “You cut your hair.”

You smack your lips awkwardly. 

“Well,” Obi wan breaks the uncomfortable silence, already stepping away. “I must go speak with the troops. Anakin, why don’t you update Y/n on the status of the battle.”

You thank The Force for granting you this momentary reprieve from the heartbreaking news you carry, but it comes with the price of painstakingly awkward conversation with Skywalker. 

He’s brash and direct, just like you remember him, updating you on the latest supply shortage, the power outages, the horrors of this war, appearing around every corner. 

“I didn’t know you were off of Cassiopeia. I thought the Siege was still in effect,” He admits. You shake your head, remembering what you need to tell him. 

“We went radio silent during the last stages of the Siege, which reminds me,” you snap your comm out of its slot on your gauntlet. “Can you tune me to your frequency?”

He tilts his head, grinning slyly. 

“Four years and you still haven’t learned how to program a comm?”

“Jex is a mechanic, Skywalker,” You drop the comm into his black- gloves hand. “And for your information, I know how to do it, I just …prefer not to.”

“Oh, I’m sure, and I wasted all that time on Naboo teaching you how to program them, just for you to mooch off poor Jex.”

“No one’s mooching anything! Jex is happy to help me!”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“What that supposed to-“

You’re cut off by the beeping from both of your comms, meaning Rex’s found something, probably something that’s just going to heighten the risks of the upcoming battle. 

Is there a tactical advantage to sending Ahsoka, the smallest of you all, to sneak past the force field? Sure, yes. Does it pleasure you to torment Anakin with his new spitfire padawan? Of fucking course. 

So the two bickering Jedi set off to set charges  on the barrier, leaving you with Kenobi and Rex.

“What’s the plan, Generals?” The clone asks. You glance at Obi-Wan.

“Whaddya say, old man? the old fashioned surrender?”

He sighs.

“Y/n, I resent it when you call me that, but… yes. The old fashioned surrender should give them enough time.”

You grin.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The downside of a plan going, well, according to plan, is that you have no more time to speak to anakin and Master Kenobi about what will happen upon return to shore leave on Coruscant. 

It’s late, Ahsoka has retired to her quarters on the Resolute, leaving only the three senior Jedi in the common area, reflecting and writing reports of the events on Christophsis. You take in a deep breath, steeling yourself.

“Master Kenobi, Skywalker,” You address them formally, trying to stay detached. “I’m afraid I haven’t been completely… honest about the events of the final battle for Cassiopeia.”

Both Jedi fixate on you, concern evident on their battle-worn faces.

“I didn’t want to distract you before going into combat, and perhaps I was sparing myself the grief of reliving it… but… on Cassiopeia, I was captured.” Better to start off with the beginning of the story. “It was part of the plan, but the tactics of the Separatists were even more convoluted than what any of us could have imagined, so, Master Bosque saw the plan’s acceleration.” You take a deep breath. “It was… sloppy, it was tragic. We lost everyone on the mission, except myself… and Jex.” You pause, to recuperate yourself, to keep your voice from cracking, but it grows think in your throat. “Bosque was killed. I’m sorry. I know how much he meant to both of you.”

You breathe shakily. Kenobi seems frozen, paralyzed by grief. His oldest friend, gone at the hands of this war. Skywalker’s blue eyes have hardened, his mouth turned down. Bosque helped Kenobi train him, as well. He was to Anakin what Kenobi is to you. 

“Upon our return to Coruscant for shore leave, there will be a ceremony, commemorating Bosque, followed by my induction to the Order of Mastery.”

Anakin recoils at this.You know how much he wishes to become a Master.

Deafening silence, the millings about of Clones.

“I should- I want you, Master Kenobi, to conduct the ceremony as my honorary Post- Master. And- and I knew you would want to see him. One last time.”

You hold your breath, partly in suspense, mostly to keep from breaking out in sobs. You have not wept for him. You will not.

You will not.

But these two— if anyone could make you cry for the Master you wish was still here, they could.

So you leave.

You leave them to their grief.

A coward’s move, yes.

But you are a coward.

And you go to your quarters and try to sleep, trying desperately to not feel, not because it’s what the order requires, but because it just hurts too much to feel anymore.

[marymary-diva17]

Meeting the troopers

anakin x padawan reader x Ashoka + 501st

Being away from the temple and on your own was something new for you as you were no longer youngling you are now padawan. starting your won joinery away from the place your grew up and from all the friends you made over the years, you were feeling many emotions as you were trying to keep up with everything that was happening right now. The on going war did make you feel better as well as because now you had to face the stories and news you had been told about in person.

Y/n " ......." it seems like your masters could tell something was the matter with you, as you had become very quiet and were not asking any questions.

anakin " you know there is nothing to be worried about y/n"

y/n " yes master"

anakin " okay first of all when are you are my padawan you will call me anakin when are together or with the troop, all the master stuff make me feel old"

ashoka " you are old sky guy you can all also call him that, you can call me ashoka"

anakin " starting today you will be our padawan and we will be here to teach you and we hope you can teach us something as well"

y/n " yes anakin"

ashoka " now come omelets go meet with the guys they are going to love you" you soon smiled feeling better now and no longer being nervous anymore. After some walking the trio stopped walking and soon reached the 501st squad as they were all talking with each other.

anakin " hey everyone we have some wonderful new from the republic" Soon everyone and stopped their conversation and all eyes were now on anakin.

Rex " what the new"

ashoka " well it seems like we are done here on our mission at the moment but that subject to change" the troopers seem to be happy about it knowing they might be done fighting here for now.

echo " hey who the kid" soon all eyes were now on you as you stand there.

hardcase " hey she the kid the came with the supplies on the shop for us and the citizen of the planet"

jessie " oh yes we meet her"

anakin " well it good she knows two of the members everyone is is y/n l/n and she my new padawan"

fives " oh so we have a new commander"

ashoka " that not all the news she is also my padawan as well" everyone had become shocked and quite as they looked at anakian and ashoka, and soon at the twi'lek girl standing between them.

kix " wait general Yoda assigned her as both of you padawan"

ashoka " yes it seems like yoda think we can teach her something and it will be good"

kix " oh this is going to be interesting"

y/n " I hope I can be a good commander"

rex " hey kid don't worry everything will be fine" rex had place a hand on your shoulder and gave you a smile.

echo " yeah it good to have someone new part of the team, and maybe you can help us deal with them"

anakin " hey we are not that bad"

ashoka " we'll I'm not that bed sky guy"

anakin " when are you going to stop calling me that spins"

ashoka " when you stop calling me spins I'm no longer and kid and you treat me like one"

anakin " well stop acting like a kid"

y/n " umm I ....."

fives " kid it best if you let them fight now is will become your new normal with them"

y/n " okay" you soon relax you did know that anakin and ashoka did fight but you didn't know it was like this, but it was going to take some time to get use to the whole situation.

Fives " hey kid why don't we show you around so you can meet the rest of the 501st"

y/n " sure I will love that" you soon walked off with the troopers leaving anakin and ashoka together, as they still were fighting about something. Rex and fives had introduced you to everyone of the 501st along with the wolf pack and 212th. They were all very nice and funny as well they were just like the stories you had heard, and you were hoping to not let them down. As starting today you will become their commander and you were hoping that you will not let them down.

[ghqstfqce]

¡Hola!, Es la primera vez que hago un pedido, así que perdón si la cago en algo 😩 Me gustarían unos headcanons de Dwight, Joey, Thomas y/o RZ!Michael (si no quieres/puedes hacer todos, Joey o Michael serían más que suficiente para mí<3)con un s/o albino, sinceramente no se me ocurre nada TT. Pronombres neutros o femeninos, cualquiera me viene bien (puedes añadir headcanons NFSWs si te apetece)(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Pairing | RZ ! Michael Myers x GN ! Reader — Thomas Hewitt x GN ! Reader — Joey | The Legion x GN ! Reader — Dwight Fairfield x GN ! Reader [Pronombres: Ellx/They]

TW | Hay obscenidad/NSFW en este, ups. Es algo rudo u oscuro en el de Michael, pero nada gráfico o demasiado fuerte, solo Michael siendo Michael. Me emocione y no sé si he sido educadx, así que si he escrito algo irrespetuoso, no dudes en patearme el culo en comentarios.

WA | No idea, pero son solo 5 headcanons por personaje.

AN | ¡Bienvenidx a este cambiante blog! Y no te preocupes por como solicites, mientras cumplas con las reglas realmente puedes solicitar como sea y lo que sea. Espero esto sea de tu agrado<3 y no dudes en comentar si deseas cambiar algo:).

RZ ! Michael Myers

• Quieres verte sangrar, ver la "pulcritud" de tu piel y tu apariencia hace que quiera verte sangrar o por lo menos verte ensuciadx en sangre.

• Te ama, claro que lo hace y aun tiene algo de prudencia en que le dice que no debe ponerte en medio del caos solo por su curiosidad retorcida, pero hay algo bajo sus dedos que pica por verte "sucix".

• Le gusta observarte demasiado, podrías ser unx rudx total en secreto, pero nuevamente esta siendo prejuicio y tu apariencia le hace sentir que eres débil, así que siempre un ojo sobre ti, pareces fácil de romper y solo él tiene permitido romperse.

• No es de extrañar que durante sus momentos íntimos sea algo rudo, quizás no pueda verte bañadx en sangre, pero te dejara moretones y chupetones inofensivos cada que tengan sexo.

• Con una de sus manos rodeara tu cuello con fuerza y no solo por aumentar la velocidad y bestialidad de sus embestidas, no, desea ver las marcas de sus manos en un lugar que podría significar tu fin o si es uno de esos raros momentos en que se quita la mascara, morderá tu cuello y tu hombro. Es casi un viaje de poder.

Thomas Hewitt

• Un poco más dulce que Michael, te ve como su dulce y lindx muñecx. No dudara en coser ropa que convine con esta idea que tiene sobre ti por tu apariencia. No es que te quejes, es lindo ser mimadx por tu gran hombre.

• Al igual que Michael siente que eres delicadx y siempre mantendrá un ojo vigilante sobre ti y más si hay víctimas en casa. Te hará subir a su habitación compartida o te mandara a vagar por la ciudad abandonada.

• Prohibido salir al sol sin un paraguas o mucha ropa cubriendote, no tendrán siempre acceso al bloqueador, pero no permitirá que tu culo albino sufra daño por una exposición al sol de Texas. Si no encontró algún paraguas, bueno ten por seguro que encontrará una forma de hacerte uno.

• Antes de su relación, tu apariencia es lo que te salvo. Es un pueblo en Texas y alejado de la mano de Dios, nunca conoció a alguien parecidx a ti, así que quería mantenerte un poco más. Al principio quería tu rostro, pero es un blando total y cayo enamorado de ti.

• Es tan cuidadoso al momento de tener sexo contigo. Tú siempre estarás arriba y comandando que tan rápido y fuerte tienen que ir, tendrás que rogar si quieres que este hombre sea duro contigo. Pero no te negaras a esa mirada llena de amor que te lanza al verte montadolo como si te pagarán por ello, es un desastre de gemidos y placer bajo de ti.

Joey | The Legion

• Joey, el dulce Joey. No había conocido a nadie como tú antes de la Entidad, aun así no actúa de forma extraña contigo. Sabía que existían las personas albinas y para él eres solo tú.

• Claro, hay bromas a tu expensa, pero son bromas dulces e inofensivas. Te dirá que no vayas a perderte entre la nieve o si eres capaz de ser invisible. Son bromas tontas, aunque nunca mueren y solo las toleras por la sonrisa infantil en su rostro cada que las dice.

• Aun así es una perra protectora, si alguno de los supervivientes te esta haciendo pasar mal rato por ser albino y lo escucha, bueno, él no sabe porque han vuelto tan asustados de ti después de un juicio con él.

• Otro que le encanta ver tu piel enrojecer por la fuerza ejercida sobre ella. Ya sea durante la intimidad o juegos previos, se siente fascinado por como resaltar el enrojecimiento sobre tu piel y no dudará en sujetarte un poco más fuerte o dejar chupetones sobre ti.

• Le gusta sujetar tus caderas con sus dos manos y más si esta por llegar al clímax, escucharte gemir y ver la evidencia de que él es quien te toca puede llevarlo fácilmente al límite, no te soltara aun después del orgasmo y tendrás que atraerlo con dulces palabras para poder acurrucarse.

Dwight Fairfield

• Es algo curioso al principio, pero tratando de ser respetuoso no permite que llegue a lo raro y aunque había escuchado sobre el albinismo, no dudará en preguntarte una que otra cosa y ya. Eso queda de lado al ver tu personalidad agradable y resplandeciente, esta enamorado de ti con fuerza y más al ser quien mantiene su animo en lo alto.

• Podrá verte un millón de veces hacerle frente a sujetos como Pyramid Head o Michael Myers, siempre perdera su mierda y más porque siente la curiosidad por tu albinismo de este último, vas a causarle un infarto al pobre hombre.

• Odia verte sucix, sabe que es inevitable y más con lo fácil que resalta sobre tu piel y cabello, pero aún así le molesta ver a su dulce pareja con la evidencia de lo que este mundo les hace. Se preocupa por todos sus compañeros, pero tú tienes un lugar especial, no sabría que haría sin ti.

• Negara que cuando la Entidad se siente caritativa, pide cosas para poder ayudarte a limpiarte. El hombre vive para adorarte así que no es una sorpresa si un día te recibe con toallitas húmedas o un lugar para ducharse. Es su momento íntimo y de adoración, algo tímido pero no dudará en pedir ducharte.

• Claramente es suave al momento de tener sexo, nunca se ha caracterizado por ser el más kink y más allá de la típica charla sucia, el sexo con él es la suavidad que les hace falta en este lugar y si, comúnmente viene después del aseo. Ver que él es quien te ha ayudado lo pone en marcha y tú estas abordó al ver la adoración en su rostro.

[aceviscontiswife]

Avoidance - Frank Morrison

Frank’s been avoiding you, and you decide it’s time to figure out why.

Warnings: MDNI, pre-established relationship, masturbation, bottom!Frank, virgin!Frank, afab reader, overstimulation, edging, scratching until blood.

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED TO FIX ANY MISTAKES.

You hadn't seen Frank in forever. Every time you went to Ormond to see if he was there, you were always told he was in a trial. You hadn't even seen him in a trial. Usually the entity would put the pair of you together in hopes of tearing your relationship apart, but it had never worked. Frank refused to hurt you—to kill you. 

Susie had warned you that Frank was acting different; isolating himself, snapping at his friends, and fighting the other killers more than usual. You were starting to get worried, very worried. Sometimes the entity would hurt killers and survivors, both mentally and physically, a pit of dread developing in your gut at the thought of Frank being hurt. 

You loved Frank, and you knew he loved you too, but it was not normal for him to avoid you. He was clingy. He snuck to your cabin any chance he could get just for your attention. You had to find him, there was no chance in hell that you'd wait for him any longer. You knew there was one way you could get to see him—an offering, whether it be a shroud or a bouquet of the realms rarest flowers. Yes, you'd have to go through many grueling trials to make up for an offering such as this, but you were willing to do anything to see what was wrong with Frank. 

There was a spare shroud in your shack, you grabbed the shabby, ruined cloth and left your shack, headed for the survivors' campfire. You weren't too concerned about other survivors questioning you, after all, you had some... dark secrets against most of them. You could see the faint glow of the fire, beginning to wonder what you would say to Frank when you saw him. You wanted to be mad, you really did, but you were more worried that something had happened. 

Maybe Julie had started something again? They had broken up a few weeks prior to being taken by the entity, and Julie never really seemed to get over Frank. She would lash out at you and him, her anger stemmed by jealousy. Julie was learning to accept that you were who he wanted, but tensions were still high with her. A part of your brain tried to convince you that was what had happened, but you couldn't believe it. If anything, Frank would've told you if Julie had done something. 

Upon reaching the campfire you spot Nea, staring off into the fire, seemingly deep in thought. You knew she wouldn't care, so you stepped up to the fire and dropped the shroud into it, making your request known: 

"I want to see Frank. Let me see him." A black fog pooled around your feet, the entity's eerie whispers flooding your ears. The fog rose, and soon your vision went dark. You could only hope that this was your request being fulfilled... 

Your eyes shoot open, your shaking hands reaching up to wipe... snow off of your face. You were laying a few feet away from the resort, surrounded by snow and harsh winds, but not cold. You stand up, brushing any remaining snow off of you before stepping inside of the resort. There was no one inside, the place was completely empty. You grew a little frustrated upon not seeing Frank, but you knew he was here somewhere. The entity wouldn't send you to his realm if no one was there, that would just be stupid. 

You were looking around the bottom floor of the resort when you heard a thud from upstairs, followed with a string of curses from a voice you immediately recognized. It was Frank, and he sounded pissed. You quickly began making your way upstairs, jogging to his room. You could hear him cussing and grunting from behind the door, then silence. After a few seconds you heard him sigh, curse quietly, and let out a hushed whisper of your name. Becoming worried that he might be hurt (like the innocent soul you are), you shove the door open and barge into his room. 

Upon entering, your eyes went wide and your cheeks burned red as you saw Frank lying on his bed, pants down and fisting his cock at a brutal pace. He stopped immediately when he noticed you, sitting up and trying his best to cover himself, but you had already seen everything. 

Is this why he was avoiding you? Because he was... horny? Frank struggled for words, his jacket that had been tossed over his lap doing nothing to suppress the raging boner he still had. You take a step towards him, resting your hands on your hips. 

"Is this why you've been avoiding me?" You ask, pointing towards Frank's erection. You'd never seen him this flustered, a sudden surge of dominance flooding through your system. You could tell his boner was beginning to make him uncomfortable as it pressed against his jacket. He was squirming, his fingers digging into his thighs. Frank rolls his eyes, leaning back against the bed frame. "I didn't know how to tell you, Y/n." 

"I know how you could. That is, if you want any help with that issue of yours." Frank groans, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, baby. I- I've never even-..." Frank stops talking, furrowing his brows as his gaze dropped to his covered lap. You couldn't help but chuckle lightly as you realized what Frank was trying to say.

He's a virgin. You didn't expect it, but it didn't phase you. If Frank wanted you to be his first then you'd be more than happy to. "I get it, don't worry. You want me to change that?" Your gaze locked onto his, his dark brown eyes staring deep into your e/c orbs. Frank nods, beckoning for you to come closer. "I need words, Frankie." 

"Fuck yes, baby. I need this, Y/n." You were now at the edge of the bed, your hand resting inches away from Frank's leg. "Can you move the jacket? I'm sure it's uncomfortable." Frank does as you ask, quickly tossing the jacket aside to expose his dick. He was quite a bit above average with a lot of girth, precum leaked from his slit and trailed down a sensitive-looking vein. Frank felt a surge of confidence wash through him as he watched you stare at his dick, his hand reaching up to cup your face.

"Touch me, Y/n." Frank pulls your head down until your lips were ghosting his, your cunt throbbing with each hot breath that hit your cheek. You smash your lips against his, your hands exploring his body. You deepen the kiss, your fingers brushing over his nipples. You graze your teeth over his bottom lip, Frank smirking against your lips; his staying sealed shut. He was teasing you, but it wouldn't last long. You tangle a hand in his hair, tugging on the messy brown hairs and earning a groan from Frank. 

Using that as your time to strike, your tongue slides into his mouth and fights for dominance against Frank's pierced tongue. The hand that had been stimulating his nipples travels down his chest, stopping just at his waist. He was lean, scars littering his chest and legs. He had some hair, and a few moles on his chest and thighs.

You break the steamy make-out session, chuckling at the confused expression on Frank's face. "You're positive you want this, right?" You ask once more, waiting for the brunettes consent before you continued. 

"I'm sure, Y/n. This feels so good. Please, keep going." You nod, stepping away from the bed. "Wha-"

"Relax, Frankie. I'm just taking my clothes off. Don't you think it's a little unfair that you're naked while I'm still fully clothed?" You were quick to discard your shirt, tossing it aside. Frank's eyes were locked onto your chest, those deep brown irises practically begging you to take your bra off. You comply, unsnapping the garment and letting it fall to the floor; your chest completely exposed for Frank. "Holy shit..." Your nipples were rock hard, Frank staring at them. A lustful gaze was in his eyes as his cock twitched. 

"I need you so bad, baby." Frank's deep, husky voice pleaded. Your panties were soaked, Frank's piercing gaze and obvious lust had sent your body into a frenzy. Your clit throbbed for attention, your pussy clenching around nothing with each plead that left Frank's mouth. You gave into his begs, discarding your pants and underwear as quickly as you could. Upon seeing your body, Frank tosses his head back and lets out a groan. He needs and he needs you now. You step up to the bed, your knees colliding against the soft mattress. You were positioned by Frank's waist, your fingers tracing a scar that ran along his hip. He shivered under your touch, wiggling his hips in an attempt to bring some relief to his aching cock. 

“Patience, Frankie. Don't get in too over your head." You shot the killer a wink, earning a scoff from him. "Just touch me already, Y/n." Precum was leaking from the tip of Frank’s cock, and from simply looking at his dick you could tell it was throbbing. He looked as if he might explode if you don't touch him soon, so, with a sly chuckle you ask for one simple favor: "Beg." 

 “What?" 

“You heard me, love. I'll fuck you 'till you pass out... if you beg for it." Frank rolls his eyes at your demand, but the primal need to be claimed by you was far too strong for him to quit now. So, with a playful scoff, Frank complies. 

“Fuck, please... Y/n, you don't get it, please I need you! Fuck me, take my virginity, please! Please, please, ple- AHHH~!" You interrupt Frank's pleads by running your finger up a vein on Frank's cock, your other hand moving down to cup his balls. He screamed out in pleasure, his sensitive cock leaking with precum as your fingers reached his slit. You gathered some of the liquid onto your index finger, sticking the digit into your mouth and sucking it clean. Frank continued to moan loudly as the hand focusing on his balls moved up, wrapping around his dick. 

“Didn't take you for a screamer, Frankie. You feel good?" The brunette struggled for a response as your hand began slowly pumping his cock. "Y-Yes! So good!" His submission shocked you, seconds ago he was demanding that you touch him and now he was begging for you to keep going. His head was tossed back onto his pillows, his bandaged hands gripping the covers with such force that you were sure he'd rip them.

You start pumping his shaft faster, drawing a cacophony of moans from him. Frank’s back arched, hips bucking up into your hand. He was desperate for more, desperate to cum. You jerked his cock, digging your nails into his thighs to add a bit of pain to his pleasure. Frank seemed to love it, moaning loudly each time your nails drug down his thigh. 

You were resisting the urge to touch yourself, trying to keep your focus on Frank. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him, to feel the tip of his dick hit your cervix, for his cum to fill you to the brim. The thoughts of fucking him senseless were enough to make you moan quietly, picking up the pace of your hand until you were going at about the pace Frank had been when you had caught him. Frank tossed his head back onto the pillows, slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. You grab his wrist with your free hand, pinning his hand above his head. 

“No one's here, love. Let me hear those pretty sounds." Frank whimpers, his eyes screwed shut as pleasure surged through him. He could feel his end approaching, warning you inbetween moans. You simply chuckle and shake your head, letting go of his wrist to play with his nipples again. You pinch at them before digging your nails into his chest and dragging them down, producing the loudest scream yet from Frank. Blood instantly pooled from the scratches, not much, but still enough to where it trailed down his chest. 

I- ah, I'm cumming! F-Fuck, I love you so- hah, so much!" Frank's end came not long after his declaration of love, his hot cum squirting all over your fist and arm. He came with a scream of your name, slumping into the bed. He was panting heavily, his cock still rock hard. You pump his shaft through his high, relishing in the whimpers that left him as you picked up the pace again. 

“So sensitive, baby, please... 's too much!" You lean down, chuckling before planting a kiss on Frank's slit. You were desperate to be fucked, you didn't know how much longer you could wait. You take your hand away, evoking a whine from Frank. 

“I love you too, Frankie. I'm gonna make you feel so good." Frank nods eagerly, his vision blurry from the amount of pleasure his cock still felt. You brush your fingers over the scratches on Frank's chest, positioning your entrance over his cock before sinking down onto him. Frank let's out a yell and grabs your wrist, his back arching. "Fuck! Yes!" His cock twitched inside of you, already close and you had just started. 

“Don't cum yet, baby. Let me fuck you real good first." Frank's eyes well with tears as you bounce on his overstimulated cock. He was trying so hard not to cum already, his hand gripping your wrist with so much force you we're surprised it hadn't cracked. You adjust your leg, his dick sinking deeper into you. A moan escapes your lips, and you could've sworn you saw Frank's heart skip a beat upon hearing the sound. 

The tip of Frank's cock hit your cervix with each thrust, your moans now louder as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach begin to form. Frank was grabbing onto anything he could, bucking his hips up into you with reckless abandon. He was louder than you ever thought he'd be, screaming your name along with a string of curses as he tried desperately to make you feel as good as he does. You bury your face in Frank's neck, biting and sucking on a patch of freckles that resided just beside his tattoo. Your chest bumped against his occasionally, the blood from his scratches staining the top of your breasts. 

You were close, and you knew Frank was too. "Do you wanna cum, baby boy?” You ask, your voice breathy and words interrupted with moans. Frank nods, letting out a weak yes in between moans. He'd been edging himself for as long as he could, the need to finish becoming more urgent with each passing second. "Cum with me, Frankie. Fuck... Cum with me!" You pant out. Frank grabs your hips, thrusting up into you as hard as he could. 

Your walls clench around his cock as you cum with a scream of his name, Frank’s release coming mere seconds after yours. His hips stilled in the air, his cum filling you to the brim. Frank's mouth was open in an o shape, a silent scream leaving him as his legs shook from the force of his climax. Once you had both come down from your high, Frank lowers back down onto the bed, his hands falling to his sides; head empty. 

You get off of him, a mixture of both you and Frank's cum dripping out of you. You were both exhausted, Frank especially. Cum was leaking out of your hole, surely staining Frank's bed, but he didn't care. Frank opens his arms, allowing you to cuddle up to his chest—still covered in dried blood and scratches, before setting them down again. His left hand tangled itself in your hair, his fingers combing through your h/c locks. 

“Was I okay? Did I hurt you?" Frank asks, concern lacing his voice. You chuckle, shaking your head. "You were great, Frankie. Best I've ever had. And if anything, I'm the one who hurt you." You point out, gesturing to the cuts that littered his chest and thighs. "I thought it felt nice, baby. You're not like...upset that I'm a virgin, are you?" You look up at him, your e/c eyes meeting those sweet brown irises.

“Why would I be upset? If anything I'm glad I got to be your first. Julie's a bitch, she didn’t deserve to be your first.” Frank laughs, shaking his head. “You know I love you more than I'd ever loved her, right?” You smile, his words nearly causing your heart to do a flip as you kiss his chest. Frank had a goofy smile that you wanted nothing more than to kiss off of him, his dimples brainwashing you. He was adorable. 

“I love you too, Frankie."

*********

Okay!!! Sorry this took forever, I really hope you enjoy! I haven’t met many Frank simps, but I’m honestly down bad for him (it’s the mask). Love ya!

[harveybwabbit92]

Slashermas! au:

{In the old abandoned subway tunnels two figures run in the dark, their gasps for air and frantic footfalls echo of the brick walls, when they find an old ticket booth, they duck inside and hide.]

Y/n, wincing as she looks down at he arm that has a large knife in it: *whispering* f-Fuck!

Random dude, reaches to help her.: Is it bad-

Y/n, recoiling from his touch: j-just check if it’s safe...

[The guy complies and sits up to check outside, in the few seconds he’s distracted, Y/n calmly removes the knife from her arm and hands it off the to the large silent figure standing behind her...]

Random dude, sits back down: I think we might’ve lost th- {turns to look at Y/n} -*gasp*

[The guy is horrified when he sees killer in the Litwick mask sitting next to him, before rando has time to react the killer buries his knife into the stunned man’s gut! he expires and as Ingo is wiping his face spreading the man’s blood around a small hand holding a piece of ripped hoodie reaches up starts wiping the blood off his face.]

Y/n: Oy, you guys are so messy!

Ingo, annoyed:...Hrm

Y/n: what? (thinking his upset about her arm.) Oh, the whole jumping in front of your knife thing, that was Emmet’s idea.

Ingo, obviously confused: What idea?

Y/n: Ingo... You did know this whole thing was farce, right? I wasn’t really running away. 

[There’s few seconds of awkward silence before Ingo drops to his knees, and pulled Y/n into a tight hug. Needless to say, Emmet nearly got a boot up his ass for not letting Ingo in on his “Damsel in distress” plan.]

[mrsct7567]

TESTING THE WATERS PART 3

Pairings: Captain Rex/fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW AHEAD MINORS DNI

“Y/n”

You know that voice anywhere. Sure they all sound the same but, there was something special in the way he said your name.

“Rex?” you turned to face the man in question. He looked unsure of himself, he stood awkwardly clearly wanting to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

You decided to show him some mercy and you got up to look him in the eye.

“What’s going on?” you asked. You couldn’t help the hurt laced in your tone. Rex could hear it in the way you addressed him; it broke his heart more knowing it was him who caused it.

“You won’t talk to me? You won’t look at me? What did I do?” you looked at him expectantly. His eyes darted around your face, his throat suddenly dry, unable to form words. He simply lowered his head.

“Rex- I…Please tell me what I did. I can’t- you always- you were always there when I needed you and now I-” you paused. How did you tell him you basically were in love with him in the most professional way possible?

“Come with me” he said and led you to his tent.

You huffed and followed your heart beating out of your chest.

The tent flapped closed behind you Rex scrubbed a hand over his face.

“Y/n I betrayed you” he said looking at the floor.

You huffed a dry laugh “what?” you asked.

“I- I betrayed your trust” he said ashamed of himself. He began to pace the floor of his tent, datapads and other reports screwed on his small desk and cot.

“I’m not following,” you said quietly. “Are you alright?”

He sighed and turned to look you in the eye.

“Back at the lake. You were- vulnerable, and well…I meant to shield you from the others looking when you went to change behind the tree.” your heart quickened at his words, could he be saying what you think he was saying?

“I don’t know why, I don’t know what came over me. I respect you y/n. I respect all of you. You are one of the most valuable members of this team. You are smart and kind and this team wouldn’t be the same without you” he said.

You flushed at his words. “But you…betrayed me?” you echoed his words back to him. He tore his gaze from you, then sighed looking back up to your face contorted in confusion and a little worry.

Maker, you are so pretty. He scolds his mind for supplying unhelpful thoughts no matter how true they are, now was not the time.

“I looked,” he said before gulping, wary of your reaction. “Y/n, I don’t deserve your kindness. I am so sorry…I took advantage of your vulnerability. I am a captain of a lot of men, and you…you are a blessing to me- to us”

Your eyes widened. He looked…at me? When I was naked? Does this mean he likes me the way I like him?

You lowered your head to try and hide the amused smile that snuck its way on your face. “Rex” you called softly.

He shook his head. “No, y/n. You don’t understand, if I made you uncomfortable I understand completely. That’s not how a captain should treat his squad members and I-”

You cut him off by placing a gentle hand on his bicep. You giggled softly at his wide-eyed reaction. “Maker Rex, is that why you were avoiding me?” you asked.

He hesitated. “Well- I figured-” your laugh cut him off and you shook your head. “Oh what am I gonna do with you?” you asked looking up at him. He raised a brow.

“What?” he asked embarrassed that seconds ago he poured his heart out to you.

“Rex you got to stop beating yourself up over these things” you smiled, then faltered when you knew you should tell him how it made you feel.

“You know…I don’t really mind,” you said in a small voice. He turned fully to face you, which gave you a moment to really take him in. Maker, he was big, tall, sturdy and broad- okay focus!

Feeling a bit more self-conscious you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “I- um- well if you want you could…you could look again” you said and looked up at him through your lashes.

Rex was taken aback. You wanted him to look? “I- what?” he asked dumbly.

“You could um-?” you looked back to the entrance of the tent immediately regretting your decision. “I’m so sorry I shouldn't have- I’m sorry I’ll just-”

You turned to leave but the captain caught your arm, a silent plea for you to stay.

You stopped and turned to face him. He moved closer, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the breath fanning softly over the top of your head.

“Don’t go” he said. Not an order, there was no real room that left you without a choice.

You huffed softly and took a small step closer, certain he could hear the pounding of your heart.

“I value and respect you too, you know” you said.

His eyes widened, you took a deep breath and continued. “I think you are…one of the bravest men I have ever met. You always put others first, and you never give up. You are brilliant and kind. And I think you do deserve kindness. Not just from me, but from everyone” you basically emptied your heart in front of this beautiful man.

Rex couldn’t believe his ears, sure he had been praised before, but by someone he cared about so deeply? This was another level.

“I really admire you, Captain” you say softly avoiding his gaze. “And if I'm being honest, I don't think I am worthy of you,” you added shakey.

“Cyar'ika-” he said gently. You met his eyes, oh maker those gorgeous honey eyes. He took your chin in his hands and smoothed over your cheek with his fingers.

“Yes?” you asked breathlessly. You were having a small freak out over the proximity of the both of you. You dreamed of this moment countlessly never expecting him to maybe return your feelings.

Rex gazed down upon your face, your lips parted and your eyelids fluttering shut. Maker, you were a dream.

Apparently he was taking too long to admire you, and normally you would welcome his eyes roaming over your figure but right now you were impatient.

“Rex, if you don’t kiss me right now I will re-assign myself back to Kamino” you said with no real heat behind your words.

He chuckled lightly and dipped his head down, his lips parting slightly.

His lips were soft.

Softer than what you imagined. He took his time, he waited for so long to kiss you and he was not about to waste it.

You sighed against his mouth, moving in sync with him. Like the waves crashing against the shore.

When you pulled back, he dove in and when he pushed forward you reeled back.

Grasping the back of his neck feeling the short, tuff, hair at the nape of his neck as he groaned against your mouth.

Rex’s hands found purchase on your waist, his arms wrapping all the way around securing you against his body to keep you close.

You wasted no time and parted your lips to sink your tongue in the cavern of his mouth to really taste him. Maker, he was divine.

He quickly returned the favor and soon the both of you were desperately licking and tasting one another like you were each other’s last meal.

You pulled back to catch your breath. Rex rested his forehead to yours panting slightly, then dropping his head down to leave soft kisses to your cheek, neck, and collar bone.

You gripped his scalp, his lips on your flushed skin was overwhelming, and you were becoming more needy by the second. The pulse between your legs was growing harder to ignore.

“Rex” you breathed. “Mm?” he hummed gently, nipping your ear. “Would you like to have the honor of removing my uniform for me? For real this time?” you asked, batting your lashes up at him.

He groaned softly at your request and went right to work, locating the zipper in no time and quickly unbuttoning your trousers. Soon you were left in nothing but your undergarments.

“Oh, oisk” he cursed. Rex was hard, he had been the moment you told him he could look. You were all but oblivious to the effect you had over him.

You bit your lip seductively and began to remove your chest binder, and panties. Making sure your movements were slow and precise so that he really gets a long look.

Rex is silent as he watches you, and you begin to fidget a little hoping to god you didn’t disappoint him.

“Maker, you're beautiful” Rex broke the silence, he couldn't take his eyes off you. As if your body could put him in trance and you and you alone would be able to counter it.

You stepped towards him slowly, your heart screaming at you, while the wetness between your thighs grew with each step.

“Rex…” you breathe

“Yes?” he asks. He loved the sound of his name on your lips, maybe a little too much.

Oh boy, here it goes.

“I want you” you mutter.

His breath hitches in his throat. “Are you sure?” he asks, wary of your reaction.

You could almost scoff at him, he really has no idea that you would die for him if he asked.

“Maker, yes!” you exclaim moving closer.

You took his large hand in your much smaller ones and guided them to your bare breasts.

His thumbs swiped over your nipples instantly hardening them, the feeling leaving you slightly dizzy. And a couple more swipes over your peak, he then began to leave small circles over your nipples.

Your head tipped back and let out a small squeak.

“Rex…” you began.

He looked at you with a quirk of his brow. “Yes?” he asked. “As much as I love what you are doing…could you maybe take me to bed?” you asked sweetly.

His smile broke into a grin at your words.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him hungrily, as he walked you backwards to his bed cot.

He laid you down gently as he took the time to take in that it was you, you of all people in his bed. He huffed out a small laugh and kissed down your neck, your collar bone and the valley in between your breasts.

His lips on your skin ignited the fire that simmered slowly every time you saw him, but now was on full blast as he took his time with you now.

Rex kneeled at the foot of his cot, where he was face-to-face with your pussy. Something flashed across his eyes that you couldn't quite clock. It was something like a mix of hunger, adoration, and lust.

Rex looks up at you, asking the silent question. You gulped, knowing that this was new for the both of you. “H-have you done anything like this before?” you asked. Rex looked surprised, as if he wasn’t expecting you to ask him that.

“I've only ever been with one other girl. But that was during my cadet years and I hardly remember it.” he confessed in a low voice.

“You?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never gotten this far.” You admitted casting your eyes down in shame.

Rex stroked your thigh and smiled “you have no idea how thrilled I am to do this with you.” he said.

You grinned. “I think you underestimate me” you teased, wiggling your hips a bit.

He chuckled, the sound like music to your ears. You loved Rex’s laugh. Gods you love him.

The first swipe of his tongue had you seeing stars.

“Shit! Rex!” you squealed. Your fist gripping the cot frame as he pleasured you.

You couldn’t see, due to your eyes being squeezed shut, but Rex was in heaven. Somehow he just knew you would taste divine, and here he was fulfilling that fantasy. With each pass of his tongue, your sweet, tangy taste leaves him to feel as though he could die happily.

Rex’s nose bumped your clit a little too well, leaving you to almost scream bloody murder before clapping a hand over your mouth. You were still in a semi public area where any of Rex’s brothers could still hear you.

Rex was terrified that some shiny or even worse his general would stop by for a status report only to find him going down on his nurse. He would be thrown out in a heartbeat. If word got around, he doubted his General would give him up, although a very awkward and long talk would be in store if that ever happened.

Rex sunk his tongue into your entrance, clapping his rough palm up and around your thighs to keep you from squirming too much so he can focus on making you cum.

Your heaving breaths and soft moans sending Rex into a frenzy, you breathed his name, while gripping the back of his head with what hair you had to work with from his closely shaved cut.

“Rex- I-I’m close baby- shit! Gonna cum-”

He then removed his tongue from your entrance to suck on your clit hard.

Your whole body had a violent reaction and you came on his face with a pitched shriek. Rex continued to lap at your folds taking in every last drop like his life depended on it.

You were becoming overstimulated, but the look on Rex's face as he cleaned you off his mouth was so blissed and in heaven you almost let him go on.

You scratch your nails lightly over his scalp to get his attention. He opened his eyes to lock onto yours and you flashed him your dopest-love-struck grin.

Rex moved to his feet, wiping his mouth of the slick painting his chin. You gulped as you took him in, towering over you His broad frame, scars littering his torso. His dark eyes glazed over in a look that could only read lust, His bronze skin licked with sweat oh god you need him inside you now.

You sat up on the cot and ran your hands across his chest. Feeling every bump and tissue you have treated, or hadn’t seen before.

“Like what you see?” teased Rex quirking a brow. You giggled scooting closer to him. “Absolutely I do” you replied with a grin.

“Good” he said with a smile. “Lay back for me” he instructed.

You knew that tone, it was the tone he used when giving orders on the battlefield. This was Captain Rex. and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. But the tone of his voice alone had you clenching around nothing.

“Yes sir” you breathed getting on your back.

Rex sucked in a breath, and shucked off his pants leaving him in his boxers. His arousal was evident enough just by looking at the bulge in his pants begging for attention.

Your mouth immediately fell open the moment he stepped out of his boxers and took himself in his hand to slowly stroke himself.

“Holy shit” you nearly whimpered. Rex chuckled, the sexeist thing you have ever heard in the longest time. You always loved Rex’s laugh but this…this was different. This was a laugh coming from a man who knows what he wants. And reserves it only for you.

You bit your lip to try and not have any more noises leave your mouth.

Rex leans forward to grip your chin between his forefinger and thumb. You let out a breathy sigh as he leans in to kiss you again. You couldn’t help but moan when his lips make contact with yours.

He steps up onto the cot to crawl over your body and rest his frame against yours. Perfect. It's the only way to describe this feeling. Utterly perfect.

Rex lifts his hips to take himself in hand again and line himself up to your entrance. You reach down and spread your lower lips for him granting him welcome access inside your warm walls.

Before he pushes in he looks at you. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “Yes! More than anything-” you reply almost out of breath. Rex huffs out a laugh. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you” he confesses.

You take his cheeks in your hands and kiss him hungrily. Pulling back to rest your forehead to his. “Good. I wouldn’t want anyone else” you whispered to his ear.

Rex presses his nose to your cheek and moans.

He pushes in slowly, letting you take your time adjusting to him. Rex is not small so the sheer stretch was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. You didn’t let go of his face the entire time he spent filling you to the brim with the two of you sharing words of praise and sweet gentle kisses wherever you could leave them.

Once he bottomed out he looked at you, you understood the silent question and nodded. His first thrust was an out of body experience, Rex clamped his mouth over yours to swallow up the near-screaming cry of pleasure that escaped you.

He started off slow, taking his time to really tear you apart with how much he filled you. Through muted cries of pleasure you whimpered words of praise and encouragement to your captain nearly babbling like an idiot just because you loved the feeling of him inside you.

Rex wasn’t all put together either. His grunts growing louder in volume the faster he picked up the pace chasing his own pleasure as well as kissing you wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

“Ah- shit cyar'ika! Fuck you feel amazing…taking me so well- shit!” he gritted through clenched teeth.

“Rex! Oh shit- baby…just like that, yes!” you moaned.

Rex was almost analmastic in the way his pace picked up and was slamming into you harder than before. Gone was the gentleman you started making love to, this was Rex desperate for release, and you would do anything to get him there.

In the dark of your lonely nights you spent on Kamino after a mission with the boys you would allow yourself to indulge your fantasies. Ones that were eerily similar to the one you were living right now. In those fantasies while you held a vibartor to your clit, whispering Rex’s name along with his title wondering if he ever would enjoy being called by his rank in bed.

It turns out you were right.

It just slipped out without you even realizing, until you saw the shift in Rex’s eyes, and a low growl ripping from his throat.

“Say that again” he groaned, picking up his pace.

“Captain…!” you wailed.

Rex hissed out a curse and thrusted into you harder and faster than before, leaving you a wreck underneath him. Not that you minded one bit.

You reached down to rub your clit.

“Shit- mesh’la-! You keep doing that, I'm not gonna last much longer-!” Rex hissed through his teeth.

“Please-” you whined.

Without another word, Rex hoisted you off your back and down onto his cock once more to thrust up into you while tightening his grip on your hips.

The new angle had you mewling and you continued to rub small fast circles on your nub.

“I’m close- cyar'ika- agh-! w-where should I-?” Rex asked in between grunts.

“Inside! Please!” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him closer.

As a nurse you knew that most clones were fixed. And as a medical professional the Kaminos had you get fixed with a birth control chip before you started working there. You were good with switching them out so you were not worried in the slightest.

You cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him as you clenched around him as you came with a shrill squeak.

Just as you were riding out your high Rex began to lose his rhythm and thrusted into you once, twice, three times until he finally came inside you, shooting thick ropes of himself all along your walls.

Leaning your forehead to his, you kissed along his cheek and chin, then traveled down to his neck leaving lingering kisses and hickeys where you knew they wouldn't be stopped when he was in full armor.

“Thank you” he whispered after a moment. You looked him in the eye, brows furrowing. What in the galaxy is he thanking me for?

He must have read your expression because he answered.

“For this, letting me have this with you”

Your eyes rounded, and you gave him a soft smile. “I should thank you, for being my first- and definitely living up to the hype” you grinned.

He chuckled.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He looked worried. You shook your head “I don’t believe you ever could” you replied, swiping a thumb over his cheek.

He kissed you again, softer, and even more gentle than the first.

He had fully softened inside you and he pulled out slowly, the mixture of both your arousal spilling out of you. Rex groaned at the sight and looked around for any towels or rags to clean you with.

When he found none, he bent down and licked it all up with his tongue cleaning you off.

You gasped, not at all expecting this as his solution. “Rex!” you squeaked.

He hummed entirely too busy to answer you.

It felt too good to have him stop now. “You keep doing that and you’ll have another wave to clean up” you warned, fighting the urge to buck your hips in time with his licks.

Rex hummed again and nipped lightly at your clit sending your hips flying out of control. “Ah! You did this on propose” you accused.

You felt him smile into your pussy. And you couldn't help but smile back.

Soon enough you came again, and Rex was more than happy to lick you clean.

Coming back up and crawling over you, you tugged him to lie on top of you so you could kiss him again. Tasting yourself on his lips.

“I really hope the general doesn't need us anytime soon” you whispered.

Rex smirked. “Tell him I had a medical emergency” he shrugged.

“Sure, right” you rolled your eyes.

Rex hoisted you up in the same position you were when you both finished a while ago.

“Rex?” you asked, brow raised.

He grinned. “I’m not finished with you yet”

[1-800-cr33py]

Choices Choices

Okay, so I’ve written up a list of my future works after I finish up the How I Think They Love series, but I’d like to leave the choice of the next mini series up to my audience! So far I’ve outlined a Billy Loomis x reader smut series with some angst sprinkled in,

Legion/Reader (specifically Frank+Joey) smutfic

Bimbo!Crybaby!/Jake Park (again smut TvT)

Dark! Dbd/Reader Series.

Jake Park/Killer!Reader

Trapper/Reader

Hobo Heart/Reader Smutfic

[sadwattpader]

Y/N: Hey, can you help me out? I need some advice on how to ask this girl out.

David: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. My bed has room for two.

Y/N: Oh God! No!

Pietro: Twinkle, twinkle, little star, we can do it in a car!

Y/N: Please! Just stop! I'm sorry I asked for advice from you guys!

Peter: Row, Row, Row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrilly, Merrilly, Merrilly, Merrilly, I can make you scream.

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

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Original Post:  my-secret-shame

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𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 (p.sh)

PAIRING: knight!sunghoon x queen!reader (f)

SUMMARY: after your parents death, you were forced to be crowned queen of the north realm and decided to take a young sergeant as your personal guard. however, you can’t ignore the evident tension between the two of you, that will lead to some… illicit affairs. well, it never happened if nobody knows, right?

WARNINGS: 1800s au. mentions of war and death, fencing terms, sexual tension, unprotected sex (they didn’t have condoms, did they?), masturbation, dirty talk, missionary, fingering, cream pie, angst if you squint (like, really squint), mentions of scars, pet names (sweetheart), i abused the world ‘would’. i know. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 20th August 2024

WC: 6k

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a/n: honestly, i don’t like it. the idea was good, the outcome not so, but let me know your thoughts. i literally don’t know old english, my knowledge comes from pride and prejudice and bridgerton, im sorry (i gave up by the end and it shows). please LIKE & REBLOG (or don’t, cause this is the worst fic i’ve ever written lol)

You hadn’t realised just how drastically your life could change overnight until you woke up to the news that your father, the ever so powerful king of the North realm, had died in war.

Soon, your teachers were making you learn about strategies and alliances, not about history anymore, your legions kneeled before you, ready to be at your service.

You had to watch your mother, the woman you looked up to, being consumed by the grief of her dead husband until the grim reaper decided to make them reunite.

Leaving you all alone. Helpless, bearing a burden so heavy it crashed your shoulders.

In just the span of a month you found yourself leading a kingdom through war, sending hundreds of warriors to their death sentence.

The crown weighed significantly on your head, your desk was full of scrambled letters and quills dripping ink, and if it wasn’t for your most-trusted maid, Ella, you would’ve certainly already died of hunger, leaving your people without a ruler.

Fortunately, the same day of your coronation, the first day of you being a queen was also the first day of a young sergeant.

He was the youngest of all, just like you being the youngest of the monarchs, and was leading the loyal legion.

Doing a better job than you, you had to say. He was diligent, perfect in his tasks and polite whenever you interpellated him.

His name was Park Sunghoon, and it didn’t take much for you to nominate him as your personal royal guard.

He was an attractive man, barely a couple of years older than you but he indeed towered you by much.

Sunghoon’s face was sharp, with a defined jawline and hardly any trace of baby-fat left.

Despite his frail appearance, you knew he had defined muscles hidden under his white guard uniform, you had seen it.

Even if you were busy with your tight schedule, especially after your coronation, you still found the time to peek at him.

In the morning he’d train the royal legions, helping new warriors. In the afternoon, he would follow you through your travels around the realm, visiting villages and other castles.

The days you stayed at the castle he’d occupy his afternoons by doing some training alone and some evenings he would stand out of your bedroom to guard.

And Sunghoon? Well, he was as attracted to you as you were.

It always sent jolts of excitement whenever he was around you, walking you to your activities and always keeping an eye for possible harms.

Especially one day, when Ella ran towards him with a bucket full of water when he was guarding your bedroom “Sergeant!” She panted, “Please, would you be so kind to bring this into her majesty’s room? I need to get another one.”

Sunghoon was quick to nod “Of course.” He replied politely and took the heavy — for her, not so for him — bucket from her hands.

Ella sincerely thanked him and hurried away to complete her task while the young guard opened your bedroom door.

When his eyes raised to your figure, he saw you standing there… naked. Probably expecting your maid to enter and certainly not your personal guard.

Your hands quickly shot to cover your dignity, your cheeks tinting a deep shade of pink as you breathed “Dear lord.”

Had he been more reckless, he would’ve dropped the bucket, but he managed to keep his polite demeanour.

“My sincere apologies, my lady, I should’ve knocked.” He turned slightly to the side so as not to look at you, but still managed to peek from the corner of his eye.

“D-doesn’t matter..” You murmured, reaching for the nightgown on the chair of the desk and quickly slipping it on “I just didn’t expect it to be… you, sergeant.”

Sunghoon nodded, “Where do you want me to place this?” He asked, raising the container of water.

You stepped aside, hugging your arms like you were afraid your nightgown could reveal your body to him once more. Not like he would complain.

“Inside the tub would be great.” You replied, watching as he lifted the bucket and dropped the hot water in it.

Sunghoon dared to look at you only then, bowing his head slightly “I apologise again. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

You let out a small breath and offered him a warm smile. You were always so kind and thoughtful to everyone, it made him want to lock those who dared to criticise you in the dungeons and make them all perish.

“Worry not,” Your voice was gentle, like a ray of sunshine through the storm “I forgive you, after all, it was an accident.”

Sunghoon thought that if he ever had the chance to take a glimpse at your perfect, naked body, he would’ve taken it right away.

But he chose against letting you know and opted for a “Thank you, my queen.” He bowed, “Anything else you need for me?”

“No, thank you.” You said “You can go back to your duty.”

He nodded and headed to the door, hesitating for a second and then walked out.

The image of your naked body was hard to remove from his mind. Sergeant.

Your curves, your dips, the colour of your skin, your breasts and your pretty pussy… Sergeant?

He wondered what you would feel like if he touched you, tasted you— “Sergeant!”

The voice of one of the royal guards snapped Sunghoon out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat “Yes?”

“It’s my turn,” He said, his eyes blinking faintly “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes, worry not.” Sunghoon nodded and gave his farewell to the guard before walking to his chamber.

Since you had labelled him worthy of being your personal knight, his bedroom was in the same wing as yours, unlike all the other knights in the legion that stayed in the West wing.

He entered his chamber and closed the door behind his back, the room was dark except for the moonlight shining from the window.

It was better that way, he enjoyed the natural light, rather than the artificial one from the candles that also smelled bad and spread smoke in the room.

Sunghoon sighed, quickly removing his uniform to put on some more comfortable clothes, some black pants and a white, sleeved shirt.

He dropped down on the bed, another quiet sigh leaving his lips.

He rested one of his arms behind his head while he played mindlessly with the laces of his shirt.

It was stronger than him, his mind kept replaying the same scene over and over again.

Your body.

Perhaps, it was that you were so modest, despite literally being the ruler of the kingdom, or it was the fact that you were literally his type.

But he was drawn to you, the same way a donkey was to the apple in front of him. Maybe not the best example, but you get it.

At the thought of your flushed face, he felt his pants growing tighter. At your plump and tender lips, he palmed himself to soothe his growing desire.

At the memory of your perky nipples and your breasts, his hand slipped inside his trousers until he pulled them down to his ankles.

Sunghoon knew he couldn’t be loud, but the soft whimpers and groans that left his lips weren’t contained.

He imagined it was your hand, the one providing him relief, that you were down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Oh yes, you’re so good.” He whispered, squeezing the base of his thick cock, it twitched.

The tip was angry red as he heavenly stroked it, never focusing on one place more than the other.

If it were you, would you lick his tip? Would you squeeze his balls and take him in your mouth?

Would you ever fit him all?

“Take my cock,” He groaned, thrusting his hips upward to fuck his fist “Take it like a good girl.”

He pressed two fingers on the tip of his length, edging himself “You like to tease, my lady?”

So many filthy scenes played in his mind, keeping him company as he felt the sweet sensation in his lower stomach.

“I’m so close, sweetheart.” He groaned, moving his hand so fast it almost hurt his wrist “You want it on your breasts? Of course.” He kept moving until he saw white, “Take it.”

He was left spent, dirty white all over his sheets as he tried to even his breath.

Sunghoon fell asleep with a smile on his face that night, and he woke up even better after you visited his dreams and showed him how much you wanted him.

…Too bad it wasn’t real, right?

𓆩♡𓆪

After your little and awkward interaction with Sunghoon, the previous evening, you decided to go find him during his late afternoon training.

You would’ve lied if you were to say it didn’t turn you on, the thought of being seen by him in such an intimate manner. But that, he mustn’t know.

He was wearing a black sleeved shirt and a pair of trousers of the same colour, a great contrast with his skin.

You quietly tip-toed, walking towards as he stroked in the air with the fencing sword.

His movements were calculated, precise and so mesmerising you hadn’t even realised you were right behind him until the blade stopped right beside your jugular.

You gulped “Good evening.” Sunghoon widened his eyes and quickly placed himself into a more polite position, removing the swords from your neck “I'm so sorry, my lady, I didn’t see you coming.”

You just smiled at him “You seem excellent at fencing.” You commented, your fingertips trailing the blade of the sword, careful not to cut yourself.

“Fencing is one of my favourite parts of training, my queen.” He replied, his tone serious.

You hummed “Is that so?” The way the sunset kissed his skin, how his hair was perfectly combed and matched with his fit looked straight out of the erotic novels you hid under your bed.

“I’ve always wanted to learn this type of art.” You informed him “Though, it would be too scandalous for a woman to do it, wouldn’t it?”

Sunghoon’s gaze was soft as he commented “There’s nothing scandalous in wanting to be able to defend yourself.” He threw you a french sword “Even if you have a whole legion before you.”

You swiftly caught it, circling around Sunghoon while he did the same.

“Nah ah,” He was quick to correct “Eyes on the enemy’s, never on the sword.” You diverted your gaze from the sword to his chocolate, warm eyes.

“Great,” Sunghoon praised. “You must study your enemy if you have the time, watch his body language.”

He stroked again and you barely missed it. A second time and you docked it.

At the third, you blocked it “You slightly blink your right eye when you strike.”

Sunghoon smiled proudly, “Yes, that’s right.” You squealed happily, making him slightly widen his eyes.

If it wasn’t the best sound he’d ever heard.

“Now, your strike isn’t bad, especially in second and third, but your position can be better.” He dropped his sword and walked behind you.

“Bend your knees.” He commanded and you obliged again, following his instructions “Your arm shouldn’t stay that far… tilt your elbow.”

“Your back is already straight,” His fingers trailed the laces of your corset, feeling your spine underneath them “But your chin should be tilted… like this.” He tipped your chin up with his index finger.

“How about how?” You whispered breathlessly, feeling the coldness of his skin against your burning one.

“Better, but not perfect.” Sunghoon replied and quickly put space between the two of you “Still, you’re one of my best students.”

You smiled happily and was about to reply when Ella called you from afar because dinner was being served.

You sighed “I must go.” You said, slightly hoping he would keep you with him.

However, obviously, he just nodded and bowed. “It has been a pleasure, my lady.”

As he watched you walk away, he hoped you hadn’t felt the proof of his desire pressed against your back when he fixed your position… the proof he had to fix before anyone could notice.

𓆩♡𓆪

Sunghoon’s footsteps echoed through the dark hallway as he made his way to your room. He wasn’t sure about the reason as to why you called him, given the fact that he was supposed to be patrolling the main gates, but it seemed clear when he noticed you had already sent the guard outside your room to rest.

He stood in front of your bedroom door, the hallway only dimly lit by the few candles on the walls.

There was something in his mind that told him he was still in time to turn his heels and simply ignore your late-night visit request, even if it would eventually get him in trouble.

Still, he aight and placed his hand on the doorknob, quietly opening your bedroom door and entering.

Out of precaution, he locked the door behind him and made a few steps towards you, nevertheless keeping some distance.

“My queen,” Sunghoon began, “I thought you’d be asleep by now.” His tone was quiet, almost concerned.

You were standing in front of the large window that gave you a nice view of the royal gardens, the moonlight illuminating the room as well as a few candles on the tables.

Despite the late hours, you were still wearing your pistachio green gown, your favourite one. The one that once belonged to your mother.

It gave you a sense of comfort, reminiscing the days where you would drown in the fabric as you played queen and princess with her.

You deeply wished it was still a game.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping.” You replied, still giving him your back.

Sunghoon cleared his throat. Yes, he’d seen you in that gown the same morning, but now, in the intimacy of your chamber, it made him want to drop to his knees.

He made his way so that he was standing just a few steps behind you “Any particular reason for your lack of sleep?” He inquired.

You sighed softly. The moon made your doe eyes sparkle, as if they held the stars in them, “Perhaps, thoughts of the upcoming war.”

Sunghoon’s hands hitched to hold yours, to give you the comfort you needed without any paternal figure to rely on.

Still, he kept them clasped behind his back. The need to be respectful of your position was still in the front of his mind.

“It is not confirmed yet,” He tried to reassure “The other kingdoms may decide not to attack anymore.”

You tried to find reassurance in his words, but even if your people thought so, you weren’t naïve. “They killed my father,” You gulped. “It’s just a matter of time before they come at me next.”

And that was true, everytime you ever tried to close your eyes to seek some rest, your mind would play any possible scenario.

You being slayed, you being beheaded… your kingdom going in flames.

“No one will touch you,” His voice was soothing, like a hand pulling you out of deep water, preventing you from drowning “Not while I’m here.”

You finally allowed yourself to look at him, afraid that if you did it the second you heard the key of your room twisting you would’ve kissed him.

His hair was still perfectly in place, his forehead in sight. His porcelain-like skin glowing under the rays of the moon, caressing his cheeks.

You offered him a polite smile “You seem confident, sergeant.”

Sunghoon let the briefest of a smile form on his lips “Confidence comes with the job,” He said, softly “It is my duty to protect you, my queen, and I take that very seriously.

“What else does your job offer?” You asked, fully turning your body towards him “Apart from private fencing lessons and a twenty-four-seven guarding.”

His breath hitched slightly when you stood in front of him, he hadn’t even realised the vicinity you two had until he had to tilt his head down to stare at you. It would be so easy to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his hands.

Sunghoon’s gaze slowly dragged from your chest up to your face. “That’s it, mainly,” He said, his voice a little rougher than before. “Though… my duties extend to anything you ask of me, my queen.”

“Anything?” You murmured quietly, your eyes widening.

He wanted to touch you so badly, to pull you against him so he could kiss you and touch you anywhere and everywhere. But he had to keep the professional veil going, even though he knew you were baiting him.

He nodded, his eyes on yours “Anything at all.”

You batted your eyelashes, trying to seduce him without boldly doing so “Is that so, sergeant?”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched, struggling to keep his composure and hoping you weren’t able to see the effect of your presence.

He took a deep breath before replying “Yes, anything you ask of me.”

You gulped, your heart pounding in your chest as you gathered the courage to put into action your plan “I believe I need to unwind,” You stated “Any ideas?”

Sunghoon’s mind was immediately flooded with ideas, most of them very, very inappropriate for the moment. He bit his lip and tried to keep a straight face.

He considered keeping up the professional front but quickly decided against it. He was tired of forcing himself to maintain control.

“I do have a few ideas, my queen,” He said, his voice a low rumble. “Mind sharing them with me?” You asked.

Sunghoon stepped closer to you, so close that your bodies were almost touching. “My ideas may not be entirely appropriate, my queen,” He replied, “Would you like to hear them anyway?”

You closed briefly your eyes, just the brief feeling of his body near yours sending jolts of fire through your veins “I’m all ears.”

His eyes roamed over your face and body, taking in every single detail. He was practically salivating, desperate to touch you in any way possible.

Sunghoon leaned even closer, his breath now hot on your skin. “I have things I'd like to do, my queen,” He whispered in your ear. “Wicked things, to distract you from your stress.”

You let out a shaky breath, shivering from head to toe ���Wicked?” You questioned.

Sunghoon felt his control slip as chuckled slowly, “Oh, very wicked, my lady.”

He brought his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses up and down your skin, taking you by surprise.

However, he kept his hands firmly by his sides, restraining himself from wandering. “I want to do things that would be highly inappropriate for a sergeant to do to his queen.”

“And who says so?” You breathed out, aching for him, your eyes flattering closed.

Sunghoon hummed against your skin, his lips moving to your collarbone. “That would be the royal laws,” He replied quietly, “Among other things.”

“I could get punished for this, you know.” He said in between kisses. “My actions are considered disrespectful.”

“I could change the law,” You replied, hooking your arms around his neck “For the night.”

His hands immediately went to your hips, grabbing you and pulling you even closer to him. “Just for the night, my queen?” He murmured against your skin, his lips trailing kisses up your jaw “I might want more than just one night.”

You chuckled lowly, “How do you know so already, sergeant?”

sunghoon’s hands moved from your hips to your thighs, caressing them through your nightgown, his thumbs tracing patterns against your skin.

Sunghoon pulled back to look at you, his eyes darkened significantly. “I'm quite sure, my queen,” He said, “The things I want to do to you are not something I can do just once.”

You shivered at his words, and the hungry way he was shamelessly looking at you. It almost seemed unreal, the polite soldier losing his cool in front of you, “How about you show me what you can do tonight, first?”

He looked at you, his gaze dark and intense, before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

You moaned and gripped his shoulders tightly and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth desperately, like he was starving.

You tip toed, desperate to reach for him, to feel his lips on yours and make you forget all the duties you had.

Sunghoon chuckled against your lips, amused by your struggle to reach his height. He pulled back, a smirk on his face. “Too short for me, my queen?”

Without warning, he lifted you up with ease, and he continued the kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to steady yourself, thanking yourself for not having worn an underskirt that would’ve made it impossible for you to straddle him.

Sunghoon groaned against your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the kiss becoming more desperate and rougher.

He moved his lips from your mouth and attacked your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he went. One of his hands moved from your thigh to your butt, squeezing it appreciatively.

You groaned and let your head fall back, goosebumps filling your skin in reaction to his lips.

Your fingers tried to tug his blue uniform jacket, desperate to remove any clothing between the two of you.

He gently helped you to remove it, chuckling against your neck at your eagerness.

You rocked your hips, needing to feel him, to soothe the aching sensation between your legs.

He pressed his own hips back onto yours, you could feel the proof of his desire for you, secluded in his pants.

“You have no idea how hard it is not to take you right now,” He thrust upwards, making you gasp.

“What’s stopping you, sergeant?” You asked breathlessly, you knew he was trying to restrict himself, to draw a line that shouldn’t be crossed.

But you didn’t care, all you had in mind was how good his touch was on your skin, his lips on yours and how better it would’ve been if he was inside you.

“Nothing,” Sunghoon whispered in your ear, his breath causing your body to shiver “Absolutely nothing, as long as you’re not opposed to it.”

You chuckled, looking down at yourself “Does it look like I’m against it?”

Your sweet laugh only made him madder and he kissed you, tasting your lips “No, not at all, my queen.”

“Then, take me.” You whispered on his lips, your hand caressing down his arm, still clothed from his sleeved shirt.

Sunghoon shivered under your touch, your words breaking the last strand of self-restraint he had. He grabbed your hips, suddenly carrying you to the bed and dropping you down on it.

He quickly dropped to his knees between your legs, his hands on either side of you, trapping you in “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” He warned.

Your hair formed a halo around your head, spread around the mattress. Your chest was heaving up and down as you replied, “That's fine by me.”

Sunghoon hummed appreciatively at the sight of you splayed out on the bed underneath him. You looked divine, like an angel sent to drive him insane.

He connected his lips to yours once again, his hands moving behind your back as you propped yourself on your elbows.

His skilled fingers worked on the laces of your corset, undoing them.

You frowned, pulling away “Experienced much?”

Sunghoon chuckled softly as he got the corset undone, pulling the fabric off you and discarding it on the floor.

He shook his head before replying, a smirk on his lips. “Just a few,” He said. “and I have been fantasising about this moment for a while now.”

“Have you?” You whispered, your hands caressing his chest, where the v-neckline of the shirt exposed it “Have you thought about me late at night, sergeant?”

Sunghoon sighed softly, his eyes closing briefly as he confessed “Yes,” He said “Every night I’ve wondered what you would taste like, how soft you were, what your moans sounded like.”

His words only made you bolder. “Have you touched yourself wishing it was me?”

Now that the corset wasn’t restricting your air capacity, it also made the dress fall down your shoulder, exposing them to him.

He leaned down and pressed gentle kisses on your skin, trailing them up to your ear “Yes, my queen. I’ve touched myself wishing it was you, craving your body and soul.”

You let out a shaky breath, the sweet sensation warming your lower stomach “Perhaps, I have done the same.”

Sunghoon groaned loudly against your skin, his body shuddering at your confession “You’ve touched yourself, thinking about me?”

You flopped back onto the mattress and hummed “Yes.”

He was completely losing it, the thought of you touching yourself, thinking about him, driving him crazy. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure.

“Tell me more,” He rasped, his voice a low rumble. “Tell me what you've done, what you've imagined."

You bit your bottom lip, afraid to voice out your late night secrets.

“Go on, my queen.” His voice was soft and soothing, his hips just barely pressing against yours “I won’t judge you, I can’t… Can I?” He let out a quiet chuckle.

You breathed out “I’ve thought about your fingers,” You gulped “Touching me in places no one has touched before.”

“Where?” He whispered, his nose grazing your cheek “Tell me.”

Instead of speaking, you took his hand and slowly guided it down your body, you were still covered by your dress but he could still feel your core beating under his touch.

So, in one swift movement he placed his hand under your skirt, feeling just how damp your underthings were, making you gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” He murmured, “Is this how you are around me?”

You nodded, all drops of self awareness down the drain.

Sunghoon smirked, taking your hand with his free one and placing it on the front of his pants, making you feel his hard on “That’s what you do to me.”

Amazed, you started to palm him, letting your hand feel “I do?”

“Yes,” He whispered, his hips bucking against your touch “All the time.”

“Please,” You pleaded, “I can’t take it anymore, I really need you.”

Sunghoon sighed “There’s no turning back from this, my queen..”

“Y/N.” You blurted out, eyes taking in his reaction.

Without having you to explain, he knew what you meant. You wanted him to call you by your name, crossing a boundary that would be hard to build back.

Still, he reached behind your back and unzipped your dress, slowly slipping it down.

You laid underneath it, the only thing separating you from him was your lace underwear, your upper body bare for him to see.

Sunghoon rested his chest on yours, his fingers grazing your clothed core as he whispered in your ear “Y/N.” Making you moan.

You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck to steady yourself “Sunghoon.” You breathed back.

“Y/N..” He murmured, slipping your panties to the side and teasing your entrance with his digits “My pretty, pretty girl.”

Your eyes flickered closed, senses awakened by his single touch.

“You’ve never done this?” He questioned, gathering all your juices in his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You shook your head, your mind already a puddle of nothing “No.”

“Then I need to get you all nice and lose, mh?” Sunghoon murmured, inserting one of his fingers inside your wet folds.

You gasped, your back arching against him at the intrusion “Oh lord.”

The sensation was so new but so welcome, you had never really dared to finger yourself, your orgasms were given by clit stimulation only, so when his digit thrust into you, your body jolted with each one.

Sunghoon’s lips attached to your left breath, tongue swirling around your nipple and you thought you couldn’t feel any better until he curled his fingers and found your sweet spot, making you moan out loud.

“Shh,” He cooed, pressing one hand on your mouth while his teeth gently grazed your abused nipple. “You don’t want anyone to find out what we’re doing, don’t you?”

You were quick to shake your head, but as he thrust a second finger in your pussy, you grunted.

One of your hands went to the back of his head, your fingers knotting his perfectly combed hair “S-sunghoon.”

You bucked your hips up, needing him to stop and continue at the same time “Feels so good.”

Sunghoon chuckled lowly, both his fingers brushing against your sweet spot “I know, Y/N.” He murmured “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded mindlessly; you thought that even if he asked you to hand over the kingdom you would’ve nodded anyways.

You whimpered, your other hand digging in the flesh of his shoulders from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, brushing his thumb on your bundle of nerves “Relax.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten with each thrust of his fingers, just a brief pain from the intrusion making your head spin.

“Oh lord,” You breathed out, “I think I—“ Another broken whimper left your mouth.

Sunghoon nodded, understanding you and crashed his lips on yours, drowning your moans in.

Another thrust of his fingers got you falling apart under him, your whole body trembling.

It took a good couple of minutes and his soothing words to calm you down, your breath still laboured but at least you could keep your body still.

You opened your eyes back and met his own, he offered you a sweet smile “You’re perfect.” He whispered, kissing your forehead.

You smiled back at him, slowly releasing your strong grip around his neck. “This has been… amazing.”

“I’m glad, my— Y/N.” Sunghoon quickly corrected himself, “But… we don’t have to do anything more.”

You frowned, worry coating your features “Was it because you didn’t feel good? I can help—“

He was fast to shake his head. “No, of course not.” He caressed your cheek “I just don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“You will not.” You sat up, looking inside his eyes to convince him “I want it, Sunghoon, I want it with my whole body and soul.”

He closed his eyes and dropped his head, as if he physically restrained himself from reaching out to you and take you in all the ways someone can be taken.

“I want you so much it’s driving me insane,” He breathed out, resting his forehead against your chest “My sweetheart, I would love to make you mine… will you allow me to?”

You nodded “Yes, please.” You tugged at his shirt, needing him to remove it.

Sunghoon complied, tossing it to the floor as well as his trousers, leaving himself bare to you.

At first, you hadn’t understood why he was so reluctant to be intimate with you, but as soon as your eyes met his bare chest, you did.

Your breath hitched at the sight of a wide scar all across his chest, looking like half a cross.

“Sunghoon…” You whispered, your fingers trailed over it. He flinched but quickly relaxed under your gentle touch “What happened to you?”

His eyes were so vulnerable and he looked like a lost boy, not like the sergeant of a legion. “I will just say that I had a close contact with a blade, back when I was still training to become a knight.”

He gulped “I understand if I repulse you—“

“No,” You quickly took his face in your hands “No. You’re beautiful.”

He frowned, as if not understanding what would you ever find beauty in such a scar.

Seeing that he wasn’t believing you, you laid on your back and wrapped your arms around his neck, taking him down with you.

Your hand reached to pump his shaft and it was as if he died and came to life again, nothing like those nights he touched himself thinking about you, could prepare him from this.

You slowly aligned him with your folds and nodded, wanting him to make the first move.

He let out a pained sigh and gripped your waist, finally pushing in you.

You were still wet from the foreplay and as well as your cum, but it didn’t mean you didn’t feel some pain from his thickness.

He moved slowly, his breath fanning your cheeks while he brushed his nose against your skin.

“How does it feel?” Sunghoon whispered in your ear “Mh? Tell me, Y/N.”

Your skin was sweaty and hot, “So good.” You murmured back, tightening your hold on his neck “Faster, please.”

You begged him so sweetly and politely he couldn’t refuse, his hips moving against yours slightly faster “You want to make love?” He questioned “Or do you want me to take you like how I’ve wanted since I laid my eyes on you?”

“Take me.” You choked out, your eyes squeezing from the pleasure “Hard, I don’t care.”

Sunghoon circled your waist with his arm and held you tightly against him, you could feel the shadow of his scar on your chest.

His hips snapped on yours so fast even the bed started creaking, and you secretly hoped no servant was walking by to hear your show.

“Open up.” Sunghoon said and you obliged, opening your mouth.

He gathered some saliva in his mouth before spitting in yours, watching as it went down your throat.

You hummed, gulped it, tasting him “Jesus Christ.” He shook his head, his cock twitching inside of you.

“I don’t think I can last longer.” He squeezed his eyes, his fingers digging in your hips as he tried to restrain himself.

“Don’t you dare unless I cum again.” Your fingers went to stroke your bundle of nerves fast “Together.”

Sunghoon hummed, his own movements getting sloppy but never faltering as he chased his high.

“Y/N.” He groaned, one of his nails piercing your skin, adding just the right amount of pain to send you over the edge.

“Now!” You cried out, your body shaking with your second orgasm of the night.

Sunghoon let out a deep growl and emptied his seed in you, coating your clenching walls.

“So perfect.” He kissed the top of your head, his voice soothing after the intensity of the night “You’re perfect.”

He got up and took a napkin from your table, carefully cleaning your legs while also prepping kisses on your inner thighs.

You were sure that if your body wasn’t tired you would’ve mounted him.

Sunghoon reached into his clothes but your hand darted out to stop him “Stay.”

His eyes softened, pondering between staying or leaving. He opted for the first.

You had never felt happier than falling asleep with the sound of his heartbeat next to your ear, aimlessly hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.

But your relationship made it so that he was forced to peel himself away from you when he thought you were asleep, gathering his clothes and quietly slipping out of your room.

And it was the best decision, soon, you would’ve had to find a husband, make an heir for your real, rule it with all your attention.

Good thing, late night was made to unwind, and it never happened if nobody knew… did it?

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sweet girl: i was looking for that

max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

max almost steals a book from a random lady because there's a picture of the pretty girl he bumped into on the back cover

fc: phoebe dynevor

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melbourne, november 2021

In all honesty, Max had forgotten about that night in that fancy club and that beautiful woman. He had much more important things to focus on like winning the world championship. The pressure was on and the energy amongst the Red Bull team was electrifying.

The way it all happened was a complete coincidence, one stranger's mistake dredging up the memories he had desperately shoved to the back of his consciousness.

A book had been left on a table in the Red Bull energy station. Normally he wouldn't even blink as he pushed it aside and took a seat but the author's name had him spiralling. Y/n, was all be read and he could already smell the phantom whiff of her raspberry perfume, he could feel the warmth of her hand in his, wiling away the buttery feeling on his jeans. Maybe he was being paranoid, he never got her surname, maybe this was another Y/n.

Nope, he flipped the book to read the blurb and there was her face smiling up at him. The same sparkly eyes and the sweet smile he had fantasised about for weeks after their chance encounter. Shit, she was real. He had truly convinced himself she was some figment of his imagination.

“Oh, I was just looking for that.” A woman rushed into the room, charging towards him at a speed he didn't realise was achievable in high heels. He handed the book over to its rightful owner begrudgingly, committing its author name to memory - not that he could ever forget now he had a full name to put to the face that had entranced him. I suppose they both had been looking for that book whether they knew it or not.

“Good book?” he queried, as the woman put the book back into her handbag.

“The best I've ever read.”

It was later that night when he was finally home alone and free from paying eyes that he opened his phone and searched her name.

Search : Y/n L/n

Google didn't teach him anything new apart from her age. He already knew she was an author and he was pretty sure he could sketch her face blindfolded and drunk. So next was Instagram.

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There was no harm in liking the post, right? She had a public page and he technically had just stumbled across her book and before going on an internet deep dive. And following her didn't really mean anything, maybe he just really enjoyed her books or something. With a sigh Max locked his phone, he needed to get some sleep before qualifying tomorrow. Nobody had to know he fell asleep to the memory of her laughter that night.

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