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[blxkstar]

Come join the Rebellion against the empire!!!

I made a playlist for the Star Wars Rebellion! Please come check it out!

[b-lairington]

virgin! mike schmidt who's absolutely losing it the first time you give him a blowjob!

content: mommy kink, blowjob, cum swallowing, virgin! mike, some little praises for mike, he calls her mommy

After the events of what went down that night at the pizzeria, he's been stressed and dealing with newfound revelations. Vanessa had taken notice and offered to care for Abby for a few days while he took time for himself.

He found himself sleeping almost entire days. He was so exhausted and happy he finally found time for himself.

He just never expected for his hot neighbor to be on her knees before him, lips wrapped around his cock.

His inexperience shined.

His body quivers in bliss at even the idea of touching you, so it's not so surprising that he's shaking and whimpering when your spit covers his member, tip so pink and aching. His cock is throbbing in your mouth as you're deepthroating his size. His thighs are shaking almost violently every time you give him small sucks. The tip of his dick oozes precum, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull when he sees you licking him clean.

He isn't going seconds without moaning, his groaning and crying in pleasure as his stomach forms knots, knots waiting to snap. You pull away, using your hand to jerk him off. While doing this, you take the opportunity to talk.

"Mikey... you're so big..." You say, "How have you never fucked before?" You suck his tip.

"Mm... so good..." you moan as you take him all in. Mike can't answer, he's too busy indulging in the pleasure that you are bringing him.

"fucckk... mommy..." He cries quietly, his breathing pace starting to pick up. The name catches you off guard, though you aren't going to be making fun of him for it. You think it's cute he trusts you enough.

"Feels so good doesn't it? You're so big..." You tell him before taking him in again, you tongue traces the veins on his cock, your sucks are a little more hard.

"so good for me.."

Mike moans at the praises. "need to cum... please.. I'm gon-.. gonna cum .."

"Do it, baby.." you encourage him, licking the underside of his size, teasing his balls. And that's the last thing he needs to feel before his cum is shooting down your throat.

[chimera-dreams]

Lift a Pen and Rewrite the Ending

Fluff for our broken fluffed-out hearts Dedicated to @bunny584 because ow. I promised fluff, so I’m delivering fluff

Pairing: Satoru x piano teacher!fem!reader

CW: just some fluff, man. We all need some happy, sappy moments in our lives with our beloved dumbass boy. 

You taught piano. Plain, simple, easy. At least, you thought so, before meeting an enigmatic man as your newest student. He played a little too well for a beginner, and seemed a little too familiar.

AN: I chose to post this on my side acc since this one was technically made for the exact purpose of writing JJK fics (same with the Ao3 acc (milk_bunny/chimeric-dreams for that one)). So, cheers to the first fic on this blog!

This was honestly scribbled down in a single sitting between 1-5 am. Please don’t judge any mistakes too harshly, I wanted to post it ASAP and not subject it to my endless course of corrections and re-writing.

This is also very short (lmao 6.7k words) for how my work is normally. Again, I just wanted to get it out as fast as I could ;w;

smol update: this has been (minorly) edited! nothing big, I mostly just went in and fixed up a couple mistakes + summoned my dearly beloved thesaurus. Otherwise, it's basically 98% the same as before!

Music sheets laid scattered around you, annotated in messy scribbles in various colors, fonts, and sizes. A scratched out row of bars here, corrected or adjusted notes there, mindless rambles stuffed into the margins as you tried desperately to figure out which key to put your song into so that it matched the exact tone you were going for.

Not like you were some well renowned artist whose career rode on their sole ability to create magical orchestrations. No, you had barely any presence at all. The videos of your songs you posted on YouTube hardly scratched a couple hundred viewers at most, with the occasional comment from a bot or scammer getting your hopes up, only for them to go crashing back down. 

You weren’t some notable figure in the music industry, you were just a white-collar worker that taught piano from your tiny home part-time.

It suited you, you supposed, as bitter as you could feel at times. You were just a normie, a casual passerby who liked having your fingers spring and jump across the keys of your instrument. It was one you inherited from your grandmother. She was the one that taught you how to play when you were little, while your parents were busy working and couldn’t sit and entertain you all day like she could.

She taught you some essentials, too, like how to tune the spinet – ‘It’ll save you big bucks, bunny,’ she insisted – and how to detect even the slightest issue it might have. She was correct about it saving you big bucks.

As shabby as the thing looked, with peeling white paint and floral designs chipping off the sides, the cover scraped to hell and back, and the brassy pedals having long lost their glossy sheen, it was in perfect shape.

In your expert opinion, anyway. You were biased, so what? You had every right to be.

Granny had left the world a while ago, her ashes situated on the short mantel of your tiny fireplace. You lit the candles every day, rested two softly smoking incense sticks on the shallow bowl to catch their cinders, and gave her a swift good-morning before you raced out your door, inevitably arriving at work with only minutes to spare.

In the evenings, you’d teach, then ramble to her about your day, wish her a loving goodnight, and go pass the fuck out. Rinse and repeat, except weekends, where you were teaching all day.

It was tiring, working two jobs like this, especially when some of the kids you taught were insufferable, but music was your passion. At the end of the day, you viewed it as worth every minute spent doing something you loved.

You liked to think she would have been proud of you.

A light tapping sound, a knuckle rapping against the wood of your open front door, caught your attention. It was a warm day, one that was too good to spend with the doors and windows closed. Natural light flooded in, casting the figure standing at the entrance in a brilliant glow that hid their features from you.

You glanced at the clock on the wall to your left, then leapt up from the floor in front of your coffee table, hurriedly and messily stuffing your music sheets into a folder. “Oh, shoot, sorry! I didn’t see the time, I’m so sorry about that. Are you the two o’clock?”

Today was a surprisingly free day for you. You only had one appointment, with a new student, if you remembered correctly. You must have gotten so ingrained in your rapid-fire notations that you lost track of time.

While you weren’t expecting an adult, since the email sounded like it was from a teenager, it wasn’t uncommon. You had students of all varying ages, anyways. It was a nice change, too; you found that adults tended to listen better than children.

A smooth laugh greeted your ears, the sound impossibly pleasant to your ears. “It’s fine,�� the man said as he stepped into your home, breaking from the prison of light holding him. His stark-white hair caught you off guard first, followed by his height, and then the round shades resting low on the bridge of his nose. “That’s me.”

Eyes as blue as the most vivid summer sky peered straight through yours and into your soul, his hues almost appearing to shine in the tranquil environment of your living room, without the help of the overhead lamp you had turned off. His lips curled into a sparkling grin, giving him this sort of youthful luminance that had your heart skipping beats.

You swallowed and looked away before his gleaming smile blinded you, striding over to your upright eighty-eight, using it as an excuse to busy yourself and avoid eye contact with him before he made you stop breathing just by fluttering his lashes.

“Come on in,” you responded stiffly, clearing your throat to ease off the tenseness in your muscles. Why were you getting so worked up over him? Sure, he was pretty, but you’d barely spoken two sentences to him. How had he managed to get you in such a tizzy so easily, where your tongue felt tied and your pulse raced in your wrists? “How much do you know about piano?”

“Uhh,” he set down his briefcase against the wall beside your door, slipped off his shoes, and met you next to the instrument. “I know a bit.”

“Alright,” you nodded and patted the bench, then paused to think if it would be too low for him. What intensely long legs. “Do you need me to get a different stool?”

He shook his head, sliding into the seat like it was second nature to him. “Nope, this is just fine.”

“Great,” you smiled at him and tucked your skirt under your hands as you sat down on the other end. “Let’s get started, then! Are you familiar with the different notes?”

His hands took place over the ivories and he slowly pressed each one down as he labeled them. “C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C.”

“Excellent, that’s awesome! You’re already a few steps ahead of other beginners,” you nodded approvingly and retrieved the thin booklet you had laid on top of the upper panel. You opened it and sifted through a few of the jingle options, picking out something a bit more intermediate for him.

It was still simple, but definitely more advanced than nursery rhymes. You found teens and adults had a more enjoyable time learning when they didn’t feel like they were being patronized. Teens especially, fickle little creatures, those ones.

“Let’s start with this one, then,” you said as you set it against the music rack in front of him. “It’s pretty easy, I think you’ll pick it up quickly.”

The piece consisted of quarter-note half steps that ignored the sharp and flat keys for now. You had placed a piece of tape over the tempo indicator, finding that it put your students under too much pressure and made them stumble in their rush to follow the pacing they thought was right when they didn’t know what tempo was to begin with.

The man took a few seconds to study the sheet, then placed his fingers on the corresponding keys and began playing. 

He was a bit slow, holding some notes too long and others not long enough, but you were correct in thinking he’d get the hang of it fast. After a few runs, he was playing it decently well, and confidently, too.

“Perfect! I knew you’d get it like that,” you snapped your fingers, then picked up the booklet again, flipping the pages in search of something a little more challenging. You probably wouldn’t find it in a kiddie book like this one, so you placed it down and got up, grabbing a more advanced one from the side table nearby. “What got you wanting to learn how to play?”

“Ah,” he scratched the back of his head. “My dad always wanted me to learn as a kid. I finally caved in, if only to make him stop yapping in my ear during family dinners. I’m just twenty years late to the party.”

You burst into giggles as you returned to your place on the bench, placing the new song you had chosen out for him where the previous one had been. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. You’d be surprised how many later bloomers there are.”

He chuckled along with you. “Well, that’s a relief. Had me fearing I was the only fully grown student you’d see in your life.”

“Far from it,” you shook your head. “I teach a grandfather that wants to play for his grandson at his graduation next year. It’s never too late to learn.”

When you looked up at him, you found him already peering at you with those intensely cerulean irises, his sunglasses folded neatly into the collar of his shirt. You twitched, startled by his stare. He had you locked in his gaze, captivated as he observed you and you observed him.

You noticed with wonder and fascination that his lashes were as milky white as the tresses on his head.

He really was beautiful. Those same lashes were long and soft, brushing his high cheeks whenever he blinked. His lips were plush and pink, seemingly always curled up into a permanent smile regardless of size. Life and boyish playfulness darted in those mesmerizing oases that refused to shake their hold on you, and you wouldn’t wish them to.

They were the breath of fresh air you never knew you were deprived of, the nectar of life that was water to your parched throat, the flickering mirage that came to life before your very being.

You felt drawn to him, inexplicably. There was something so… familiar about him, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. Like you’d seen him before, across the metro platform, or walking into the store you were just leaving, or someone walking the opposite direction as you on the crosswalk.

Where have I seen you before?

You blinked yourself out of the illusion, your lips parting, closing, then parting again before you finally managed to find your voice. “I-I’m sorry. I forgot your name, could…could you remind me?”

“Ah,” he shook his head, forgiving your forgetfulness. “Just call me Satoru.”

Just Satoru? Is that really okay?

It doesn’t sound like a name I’ve heard before.

“Alright,” you agreed regardless. “Satoru it is. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you murmured your own name in return, dipping your head down in a mini bow. You returned your attention to the music sheet, lightly tapping the back of his hand with your pointer finger. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

You noted how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. It was hard not to see it, your index finger would likely barely reach the topmost joint of his if you pressed your palms together.

Your hands tingled at the thought. You quickly shoved it aside, focusing on being a good instructor. 

Satoru continued to surprise and impress you as he mastered the tunes you chose for him after trying them out a few times. Each time he made a mistake, he listened attentively as you corrected it, laying your hands over his as you adjusted the positioning of his fingers.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” you snickered. “I’m a bit jealous. It’s hard for me to reach those far keys sometimes.”

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned cockily, flashing you a sultry glance between chords. “They can reach a lot of things very easily.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you stuttered, whipping your head away and acting as if he hadn’t completely flustered you.

Truthfully, the session was only supposed to last an hour and a half, but when you looked up at the clock, you were shocked to see you were nearing an hour longer than expected. It didn’t feel like much time had passed at all, maybe thirty minutes at maximum. Had it really been that long?

You pushed yourself up, stretching your legs as you felt pins and needles spark up in them. “Seems I got distracted twice today. I’ve kept you for an hour longer than I intended, I’m sorry,” you laughed meekly. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge extra for that, that’s on me.”

“It’s no worry,” Satoru reassured you as he got to his feet as well, delicately closing the fallboard with a careful hand. “Are you sure, though? I don’t mind paying for it, I did take up your time.”

He made something warm form in your chest.

“It’s fine, I love teaching. It’s not my main job, anyway, don’t stress,” you brushed away his concern. “You’re a prodigy, y’know,” you told him as you walked him to the still open door. “It’s no wonder your dad wanted you to learn how to play. I’m sure he’s proud.”

He let out a chuckle that sounded maybe a little forced. “Yeah, hope so,” he responded as he eased his shoes back on and bent down to grab his briefcase. “You’re a great teacher.”

“Thank you,” you brushed your hair behind your ear, blushing. “Ah– when would you want to see me again? I-If you do, I mean.”

The odd firmness he had a moment ago melted away, once more replaced by that handsome smirk of his. “Same time next week? Ah, hang on, why don’t I get your number, just in case? I have a bit of an unpredictable schedule.”

“Oh, sure, no problem,” you assented, taking his phone after he unlocked it and passed it to you. “You don’t like using email?”

He shook his head, watching you punch in your number into a new contact, add your name, then hand it back. “Nah, texting is easier for me. I’ll message you later tonight, yeah?”

“Alright,” you acquiesced.

“Oh, right, how much do I owe you?”

You blinked a few times before recalling that it was technically a paid session, though it didn’t feel like that to you. You murmured out the cost, and he gave you an odd look for a brief second. He pulled out his wallet, counted out a few bills, and folded them in half neatly before passing them off to you.

“Thanks for the lesson,” he grinned and waved goodbye, promising to text you later as he headed down your walkway, turned the corner, and vanished from sight.

You closed the door with a quiet poompf, staring blankly at your piano as you tried to remember how to function again. You glanced down at the bundle of money in your hand when you thought it felt a little too thick, brow furrowing as you unfolded it and counted and holy shit that’s way too fucking much–

You rushed out of your house, down the pathway to the sidewalk, and looked for him, though you knew it was futile. He was already gone.

You tried to think of how you were going to slip the excess money back into his pocket next time you saw him, but as soon as you were inside, you raced to the folder you left on your coffee table, practically ripping it apart as you pulled out all the papers, aggressively uncapped a pen, and got to writing at light speed.

That man, whoever he was, infected you with a painful shot of inspiration that you needed to get off your chest right then and there. Your hand flew across the pages, revising entire sections you had been stuck on for weeks in the blink of an eye. Messy verses were refined, the missing notes floated into place, and by the time the moon had risen high and the timid breeze had turned cold, you had finished your song.

You looked it over one last time, a disbelieving giggle escaping you. You finished it. You finished it. This damned piece had been giving you restless nights, a broken loop in your brain that kept skipping over the unwritten parts, but one session with Satoru had seemingly given you the one push you were missing all along.

Your phone buzzed.

You opened it and tapped on the messages icon to find a text from an unknown number.

Unknown, 9:17 PM Hey! Sorry for texting so late. It’s Satoru. Does next week still work for you, same time?

What divine timing on his end. Right as he entered your thoughts, he slid into your DMs. 

Your fingers practically trembled with giddy excitement as you texted back instantly to confirm the time, uncaring of what kind of impression that was making on him. You were elated, feeling like you could exhale in peace at last. You gave a little victory cheer as you went about closing and locking all the windows and doors, pulling the curtains shut with so much energy, you questioned if you’d be able to sleep.

The answer was yes. After you had gotten all ready, having pampered yourself as a small reward for yourself, you fell onto your bed and passed out mere minutes later. For once, everything seemed to be going right.

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“How’d you learn how to play?” He asked one day as he sipped at the tea you prepared for him. He was right about his schedule being hectic at times, but he somehow managed to fit himself into having lessons with you a few times a week, rather than just the standard one.

It surprised you, but pleasantly so. He was eager to learn and improve, and you were more than happy to teach him. He made for fantastic company, too, and you found you enjoyed spending time chatting lazily with him just as much as you did instructing him.

“My grandma taught me,” you told him with a smile. “She passed away a while ago, but I like to think I’m keeping her legacy alive like this, by teaching others, and keeping that old lil’ thing alive.”

Satoru nodded in understanding. “You’re amazing at playing,” he complimented sweetly. “She did a great job.”

“Thank you,” you answered bashfully, hiding your blush behind your own mug of tea.

“What was she like, if you don’t mind me asking?”

His smile felt like the sun kissing the apples of your cheeks on a perfect spring day. Him wanting to know more about you had your heartbeat picking up in speed, chirping a new, happy melody like a canary.

You deliberated before replying. “She was a very shrewd woman, stern in her teaching, but very gentle at the same time. She was the kind of granny that snuck me pieces of candy when my parents weren’t looking. She let me stay up late playing music whenever I was staying at her place. I probably bugged my parents to let me stay there every weekend, just so I could play it and learn from her.”

“So you got into music young?”

You bobbed your head. “I fell in love the first time I heard her playing when I was a toddler. I had woken up from a nap one day, somehow escaped my crib, and crawled to the living room to watch her play for…man, I don’t even know how long. I was just…hypnotized.”

“She sounds like she was a maestro,” he snickered airily, though you knew he meant it.

You grinned widely, resting your chin on the curved cup of your palm. “She really was. I can show you some videos of her playing sometime, if you’d like to see,” you offered.

“I’d love to.”

─────•(-•ʚɞ•-)•─────

Satoru had been your student for a while now. 

He zoomed through the intermediate pieces into the advanced-amateur category easily, though seemed to plateau around there. Despite this, he was a wonderful student, always trying to improve himself and his skill. You knew he had it in him, he was only missing a little something he needed to tip him to the next level.

At one point, you had joked that he must have been purposefully holding himself back just so he could keep studying under you.

He laughed, and said nothing more.

By now, he reached a point where he would come in with a pep in his step, claiming he had perfected a lullaby he wanted to play for you before you started the session. You’d find yourself (politely) seated on your couch nearby, and would watch with a fond expression you didn’t know was there as he treated your piano with a touch more tender than even your own.

And you’d listen. He’d choose some of the prettiest, albeit not complicated, arrangements to play for you, and you’d find yourself slipping into a state of blissful peace. All your thoughts would drift away, and you’d absorb yourself in the music he played. 

A few sessions had been spent just like that, with him as your personal musician, and you couldn’t figure out why you felt so…happy.

You liked the emotion a lot, though, and found yourself looking forward to his every visit, anticipating the full body chills you’d get whenever he lulled you into that state of delighted serenity. You didn’t remember when you stopped charging him, and when you let him come in without knocking anymore. 

You also didn’t remember when having tea after each session became tradition, but you were grateful for the joy he brought you with his presence alone.

In fact, you decided to get him a small gift as thanks. For what exactly? His company? Patience? Entertainment? Whatever it was didn’t matter. It wasn’t anything big, either. It was a record you stumbled across while visiting a thrift shop recently.

You picked it up for two reasons. First, he divulged he had a hobby of collecting old vinyls. Second, he mentioned he had been searching for that specific record for a few years with no luck, saying it was the last one he needed to complete his collection from that particular brand. The moment you spotted it, you grabbed it and practically bolted to the cashier, uncaring of the price.

There was no way you were leaving it there for someone else to nab it before he could. It was the most reasonable option.

Which was why you were extra giddy to see him again.

You opened the door in the middle of him reaching for the handle, stunning him for a second. That bewilderment was quickly wiped away by an excited grin that surely matched your own.

“If I knew you’d be this enthusiastic to see me, I would have worn something better,” he quipped.

You snorted and waved your hand, stepping back so he could come in. “Am I not allowed to be happy to see my favorite student? You look good no matter what you’re wearing, anyway.”

“Favorite, eh?” He teased as he closed the door behind him, leaning down to give you a quick hug. “Now I really feel like I should have worn something fancy.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” you giggled, leading him to the usual spot.

“I dunno,” he hummed, a sly expression crossing his face. “Pretty big deal to hear that from my favorite teacher,” You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest weakly, to which he laughed openly. “Ready to get started, teach?”

What a gorgeous sound his laughter was.

“Actually,” you said, “I got something for you. Wait here a moment, lemme go grab it.”

He raised a brow but didn’t raise any objections as he sat down and tugged his tie to loosen it a few inches, saying that he’d be right there.

You had to resist the urge to skip to your room to locate the record and retrieve it from the drawer you had safely stored it in. It was your sock drawer, actually. You wanted to keep it somewhere protected while it tarried for its new owner. You sang the melody of your newest single quietly as you picked it up, inspecting the album cover for any indication that it had been touched since you last put it in there.

Pristine. Obviously aged, but in flawless condition otherwise.

Sounds from your living room brought pause to your actions right as you closed the drawer after dumping all your socks back into it.

…Was that music?

Frowning, you picked up the record and crept towards the source of the noise. You recognized it instantly – it was the most notable piece written by the notorious Gojo Saichi. It was considered the most difficult composition created within the last century or so. You’d listened to it on repeat occasionally, attempted it dozens of times, though you always fell short before the second movement started, which came early on.

Was Satoru watching a video? No, the melody was too clear and full to sound like it was coming out of a phone speaker.

Then…

You froze in the entrance to the hallway, stuck in place as you watched Satoru play the oeuvre flawlessly. From where you were standing, at an angle, you could see his precise actions and motions. Every note came to him as naturally as air, each shift in tempo as easy as blinking, down to the fragile, silk-like contrast that made the instrument sound as if it was a weeping widow, sitting on a window sill as she descanted to the moon, alone. 

His digits knew exactly where to go, when, how deeply to press, how to shift between fierce and floaty as if he was born to do exactly this.

As your eyes flickered from his hands to his face, you saw that his eyes were closed. He was doing what some musicians could only ever dream of achieving in their careers; he was uniting with the music, playing as one, letting it fill his heart, then pour out with every throb like the very blood in his veins.

The most complicated, difficult, astronomical concerto known to man in the modern age, and he was playing it like it was nothing.

Satoru must have sensed your burning gaping as his hues flickered open and his hands stilled over the claviature. He looked over towards you, his mien morphing into something resembling embarrassment.

You staggered closer. “That…that’s…that piece was…written by Gojo Saichi…” You mumbled, barely able to get the words out. You set down the record onto the coffee table, already having forgotten about it.

You were flabbergasted, rattled as you came to a stop at the side of the piano. He…how could he have played that so well? Wasn’t he barely in the advanced category? That was…that was professional, grade A, genius level music he played.

“Yeah,” he grinned, and you would have believed his show of being sheepish if the gleam in his eyes didn’t give him away. “He’s my dad.”

You sluggishly dropped onto your spot on the bench, peering at the keys but seeing nothing as you unpacked the bombardment of information you witnessed.

“That’s…the– that’s the hardest piece…even I can’t…”

“I know,” he rubbed his nape. “He basically forced me to stay up day and night playing it until I got it right.”

“But…how?” You tilted your head, peering up at him from the corner of your eye.

Satoru shrugged like he hadn’t just dropped a fucking bombshell on you. “I asked him to teach me when I was a teen,” You heard him say. “I’m sorry for deceiving you,” he apologized, not sounding very sorry at all.

“I…” You labored to find the right words. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly?” He asked. You nodded, and he let out a heavy sigh. 

Instead of answering immediately, he stood up and pulled you to your feet as well, pulling you into the kitchen, where he filled your kettle with water and put it to heat up.

You desperately wanted to know what exactly was going on, but couldn’t find it in yourself to rush him. He went about methodically picking out both your mugs from your cupboard, tossing a bag of tea into both, grabbing the bowl of sugar on the counter, and setting it all down on the table while he waited for the kettle to whistle. He seemed lost in thought, while you had many and none at all at the same time.

You could only observe him as he picked his words carefully.

He finally began when the shrill noise of boiling water filled the room. “I don’t know if you remember – probably not, since you didn’t recognize me – but we actually did meet a while ago. I was a lot different back then,” he said as he poured the water into both mugs, afterwards placing it back on the stove and holding his hand sideways at roughly chest level. “Maybe this high, scrawny, kind of a douchebag,” he admitted with a chuckle.

You were still in shock over the whole situation. All you could do was silently urge him to continue by leaning closer, accepting the cup when he passed it to you. Heat spread through your fingertips, easing away the frosty feeling you didn’t notice set in.

“You were playing the piano in the music room at the school we went to together. It was…honestly, beautiful. I grew up with a famous pianist for a dad, but even he can’t make music sound as alluring and gentle as you can,” he continued, awkwardly holding his own mug. “So, when I saw you again a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it was you. I always wanted to ask you to play something for me when we were younger, but could never get the nerve to.”

As he spoke, the memories were beginning to filter in through the thick haze in your brain. 

You were so focused on writing music and learning to be a great musician like your grandmother that you never really paid attention to your surroundings or the people around you if they weren’t your granny, parents, direct friends, or music teacher.

From what you did remember, Satoru was always a confident, cocky boy, shameless and loud. To hear he was…shy about asking you to play for him was hard to believe.

“So, I finally let my dad start teaching me,” he rambled on when you didn’t respond. “I’ve tried so many times to replicate the song you played, but I could never get it right. I know it’s probably a long shot, but you don’t happen to remember what song that was, do you?”

You thought back, scraping the dust off your highschool recollections. There was one piece you had hyperfocused on perfecting during the last year there, determined to play it exactly as your grandmother had.

You never did manage to master it.

You set down the tea you had only sipped at twice and walked past him into the living room, heading to your piano in a sort of trance. You slid onto the bench, and set your fingers on the keys. Muscle memory took over, the gentle tune coming to life in…how long had it been since you last played this?

You let the music flow through you, gave it access to your heart, allowed it to peer into the deepest parts of your soul, and simply followed the path it created.

“Was it this one?” You asked quietly.

When you looked up at him, his eyes were wide, lips parted as he stared at you with nothing less than amazement. “That– that’s the one. Which– what’s it called?”

“It’s a piece my grandma wrote for my parent’s wedding,” you answered. “She didn’t tell me what it’s called. I’m not sure if it has a name to begin with. She played it for me once, and I,” you huffed out a short, choked chuckle, “I became obsessed. I spent every day as a senior trying to get it right, to play it like she did, but…”

Your fingers slowed into a stop as you looked at them blankly, recalling your attempts, and the disappointment that followed each failure. You memorized it after playing it just twice, but it didn’t help you reach your goal in the end.

You startled when his hand rested lightly atop of yours, his body partially leaned over your shoulder so he could look you directly in the eye. This close, you felt his light breaths as they brushed your cheek. You could see the exact shade and hue of the teal composing his striking irises, match the exact pace of his heartbeat to a sonata, hear him swallow nervously.

“Keep playing,” he rasped, sounding almost desperate. “Please.”

You obliged. How could you say no to him when he looked at you like that? When he requested it so feebly in a trembling voice that was close to cracking? How could you say no when you saw and felt firsthand how his body relaxed when you filled the room with the lilting melody once again?

The music hopped and glided, playful in some parts, somber and tranquil in others. He stayed right where he was, the heat of his stomach resting against your upper back, thawing the tension in your shoulders as his hands held them gently, thumbs rubbing circles into your tight trapezius.

In every way, the ballad reminded you of your grandma, of your parents, of your childhood spent trying to reach a point where you were truly happy with how you played each note.

But, if that was the case…

How come you saw Satoru’s eyes when you closed yours and listened to your own hands dance across the keys? 

Why did his smile, his laugh, his touch, his voice, his everything, come to mind when you picked apart every stanza and bar? If you put together all the notes a specific way and decoded them, you swore they’d spell his name.

Your hands drifted and halted as you reached the end of the lilt.

Or, rather, the end as you knew it.

There was a brief pause, then he mumbled, barely above a hum, “is that it?”

“Grandma never showed me how it ended,” you told him morosely. “She said she’d tell me ‘when the time is right’, but…she died before she could.”

He sat beside you and took your right hand into his. His fingers massaged meaningless shapes into the creases of your palm and the smooth plane of the dorsum. Neither of you dared break the silence, mulling in your own worlds.

Satoru was the one to cautiously cross the line of quiet, doing his best to not disturb it. He wrapped his left arm around your back, pulling you into his side while continuing to toy with your dainty digits.

“We’ll find it together,” he whispered.

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Truth be told, you never imagined you’d find yourself in this kind of place before – especially not in this position. 

Your hand hovered over your brow, shading your eyes from the brilliant sun as it shined low in the sky, kissing the horizon. Though it was setting, the approaching night was warm as ever. A pleasant breeze ruffled the fabric of your dress and caught the strands of your hair that managed to slip loose from the style your mother put them in. 

Stars were already beginning to dot the expanse above, glittering and so, so crystalline when you were this far outside the city. You never thought you’d get to see them so clearly, enough to point out individual constellations, and even identify Jupiter and Venus. 

You never had a reason to leave the bounds of the city before, so all this was a distant dream you might have had once when you were a teenager. 

But here you were, outside a lovely villa, surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones, miles away from where light pollution would dare to touch. The buzzing, lively chatter of dozens of guests filled the air; the clinks of glasses, the clacks of forks and knives on plates, all of it was so animated. You felt like you were in a sort of daze, overwhelmed with happiness to the point that it almost didn’t feel real.

A pair of soft lips pressed against your temple, drawing your attention to radiant, minty-ocean hues.

Satoru gazed at you with nothing short of pure, raw, true adoration. Like every fiber in his body, each and every singular cell, was dedicated to loving you.

“I have one more present left for you,” he murmured against your lips, giving you a chaste kiss right after before he stood up and raised his glass. He tapped the back of his knife gently on the side, creating a chiming noise that settled the ongoing conversations with ease.

Once all the attention was on him, he set both objects down and began speaking.

“I know we’ve already said it a lot, but I wanted to thank you all again for coming here to celebrate this day with us,” he said, turning his gaze to you. “This is truly the happiest day of my life – so far,” he added cheekily, earning him a laugh from the crowd. “So, before all the festivities end tonight, I wanted to do one last thing, if you’d all be so kind as to grant me this moment.”

Of course they would. Satoru was just that type of person. Charisma poured off him in waterfalls, charming anyone he spoke to without effort – you included.

He pushed back his chair, moving to leave. Confused, you grasped his arm and called his name.

There was a glint of something in his eyes, something you couldn’t identify, not with the light tingle of wine sitting in the back of your mind and the overstimulation of the grand day.

“Just listen, baby,” he whispered to you, then he was weaving through the guests, snaking his way to the grand piano situated off to the side of where everyone was situated. “This is a little song I heard many, many years ago, and fell in love with from the first few notes. I’d like to dedicate it to my mother-in-law, father-in-law, their late mother, and I would like to especially dedicate it to my lovely wife.”

Your mother gasped, grabbing your arm as soon as Satoru began playing the familiar melody of the diapason you had been taught ages in the past. It was the one your grandmother played for you, just once. It was the one she played for your mother and father for their wedding. It was the one you played for Satoru, once unknowingly, and every time after that intentionally.

The one he was playing for you now.

Your mother teared up faster than you did, reaching for a clean napkin to dab her eyes with while she waved her free hand at her face, trying to stave off the tears so that they didn’t smear her mascara, though she wasn’t succeeding. Your father was gently shushing her, rubbing her shoulder while he looked between you and Satoru with pride, and you…

You recalled the first time you heard him play the composition his father had written, when you still believed he was just an advanced player. Back then, you felt entranced.

Now, you felt completely spellbound.

You lifted yourself, carefully making your way between the enchanted spectators. Some clutched and squeezed your hand as you passed, and a few others breathed out little congratulations to you, not risking breaking the delicate atmosphere. 

By the time you made it to him, your vision was blurry, and he was playing the last line of bars.

The arrangement floated into the placid, halcyon evening, each individual note rising like a star to join the thousands that looked on with bated breath, protecting this little moment of clement apotheosis.

His hands swept across the final few steps, barely touching the keys at all. The concluding tone resounded, fragile and silk-like, followed by a second of calm silence before the crowd erupted with cheers, hoots, and deafening applause.

Satoru rose from the bench, encircling your waist with his arms and pulling you in for a deep kiss. It echoed in you, the sweetest lullaby, the happiest composition that could never be written down identically. It was one only the two of you could hear and feel, one only the two of you could dance, live, cry, laugh, breathe, and love to.

Of all the endings you ever tried to give that precious lullaby your grandmother had written so long ago, the one Satoru created was perfect.

Because you created it together.

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Two for one

FO!Finn x FO!Poe Dameron(FinnPoe) x afab!reader

Summary: You're a new recruit in the First Order, serving onboard Poe's Star Destroyer. You, Finn and Poe had your first training mission. It was quite the experience.

Cw/triggers: Threesome, p in v, oral (m! receiving).

A/n: The First Order is quite sexy. So are Finn and Poe, but as baddies.

Being new in the ranks of the First Order was a bit overwhelming, but thankfully you got lined up serving on General Poe Dameron's Resurgent Star Destroyer.

General Dameron had his reputation being calm and collected, acting competent and pretty welcoming to new faces. Not like a certain General Hux you heard so much of, being bad words mostly.

His right hand man, Commander Finn had equal reputation, but he was mostly responsible for the Stormtroopers.

Before you arrived at the Destroyer, high rank members had told you about General Dameron and Finn, Poe was once with the Resistance, their best pilot too, dashing and cocky. Finn was once in the First Order, he deserted to the Resistance thanks to Poe.

Poe eventually got tired from supporting a lost cause, resulting in him betraying the Resistance and joining the First Order. Finn decided to follow him.

Finn could have gotten executed for his betrayal, but not everyone in the First Order was pure evil, so he actually got a second chance after Poe laid some good words for him.

Poe and Finn were in the hangar of his Destroyer, waiting for the Shuttle you were in to land.

The ramp drove down, revealing General Dameron and Commander Finn, both of them had their arms crossed over their chests, looking each recruit in the eyes.

Finn was wearing the grey uniform with the hat, Poe was wearing the black one, without a hat, his curly hair are a bit messy.

You were a bit excited but also scared in a respectful way. Walking out of the Shuttle, both, Finn and Poe had their eyes set on you the whole time.

Finn spoke up first, "Rookie, eh?"

"Yes... sir." you nodded.

Poe stepped closer to you. "We two are your bosses. If anyone bosses you around other than us, you don't listen, clear?" his eyebrow arched up expectantly.

"Yes, Gene–"

"Poe."

"Understood."

Finn smiled a bit. "Ah, she's one of those recruits who got picked up by those recruiters who's expecting her to treat any high ranks the same."

Poe stepped back next to Finn, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Well," he crossed one ankle over the other. "You and I call the shots but we aren't that strict with names as long as we get obeyed."

Finn nodded. "That's right. Wanna start with the mission?" he asked.

Poe straightened once more, signaling for you to get shown to the armory for preparations. "Meet us here in 10 minutes, don't be late." he ordered, turning around with Finn, heading towards a nearby shuttle.

After everything was settled, you returned to the hangar, Finn and Poe already there, waiting for you. Finn still had his grey uniform while Poe had changed into the black TIE Pilot suit.

"So, rookie, ready for your first mission against Resistance scum?" Finn asked.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Poe approached, holding the helmet in his hand and leaned against the side of the shuttle. "Ready? Good. Let's go."

For the most part the mission went as planned. For the most part.

Now however, none of you could have predicted the mission would end like this.

Finn still in the seat of that shuttle, his uniform pants unzipped, cock in your mouth, your arms and hands on his thighs while your legs were wrapped around Poe's waist, his black suit unzipped and his cock deep inside you while holding your hips.

"Not a single word to anyone. You understand?" came Poe's voice, who was already panting.

The only affirmation you could do was nod your head and moan around Finn's cock as Poe bottomed out.

"Hey Poe, who do you think is better in... these terms, Resistance or First Order?" Finn asked amused, running both hands from your neck up to your head, the sensation making you almost drool around him.

Poe cracked an amused smirk. "First Order. Definitely. The Resistance was always too busy and scared of another attack."

Finn snorted. "Valid point." his hand guiding your movements, his hips rocking up as he felt himself getting close.

"Look at that Finn. The new recruit getting fucked by her two superiors."

"Mhm, and doing a very good job at taking us."

Poe was desperately hammering into you, hitting that spot with every thrust, causing you to almost go limb on Finn's cock, grazing your teeth along his shaft, catching him off guard.

"O-oh damn- that's it- keep– ah!" Finn released his load down your throat, you swallowed it obediently.

Poe's pounding had you see stars, your orgasm ripped through your body with full force. Poe was close behind, heaving as he released himself into you.

After a minute of catching breaths, both had released their hold on you, allowing you to stand up.

"You okay, rookie? It was quite the adventure." Finn chuckled, while Poe helped you getting dressed, dusting off your shoulders.

Poe zipped up his flight suit, straightening it. "Your next order, get back into the cargo bay, lean back and enjoy the flight back, catch some shut eye, because welcome to the First Order." Poe patted your shoulder, giving a firm squeeze.

"Hey rookie, we look forward on having you!" Finn grinned, pointing a finger at you.

[dogflowerz]

derek danforth the typa guy to listen to start listening to lady gaga because of fortnite festival

[captainsophiestark]

The Best of the Best

Finn x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 26 Prompt: "Honestly, why would I care?"

Summary: Finn's not the first member of the First Order to defect, although he is the first Storm Trooper. An unexpected happy reunion comes when he first lands on a Resistance base.

Word Count: 1,475

Category: Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst?

A/N: Disclaimer, I have not seen the Force Awakens in literal years

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"The Millennium Falcon just landed outside!"

"General Solo is on it, from the Rebellion!"

"It's got an ex-Storm Trooper on it!"

The shouts of my fellow Resistance members echoed around me as they shouted and gossiped about the recent touchdown of a ship. I wove my way through the crowd, keeping one hand on my blaster. I needed to be ready.

A few years ago, I'd been part of the First Order. More than that, I'd been responsible for training the Storm Troopers we took from birth, helping indoctrinate them into the system. I'd been younger or the same age as most of them, and watching them go off to die in a pointless war had jump started my realization that we were the bad guys.

Once the realization had fully settled in, I'd up and left without looking back. I found the Resistance through my now best friend Poe Dameron, and I'd had a lot of valuable information to share with them. I'd been here for almost four years now, and not once had I seen a Storm Trooper defect. So, when I heard everyone whispering in the hallways about one stepping on base, I went into immediate red alert.

I made it out to the tarmac and immediately I noticed the Falcon. The ship was impossible to miss. I quickly scanned the crowd between me and the ship, and my best friend's signature jacket jumped out at me amidst everything else. But Poe had lost that jacket on Jakku in the process of his escape from the First Order.

The guy with Poe's jacket had his back to me, but as I approached, he turned around. I froze in my tracks, my mouth dropping open a little.

FN-2187 stared back at me. I barely remembered most of the people who'd come through the ranks of the First Order under my training. They all blurred together, and the guilt over everything I'd done to uphold the dictatorship was too much for me to look back on all I'd done with any kind of regularity. But I knew the man standing a few yards from me, beyond a shadow of a doubt. I'd know him anywhere.

He was one of the first people I'd been completely responsible for training without supervision, when I was around the same age as the classes I trained. He'd been the first one I'd ever felt a connection with, the first one I'd ever let myself get close to. We'd been friendly, we'd been supportive and understanding of each others' mistakes despite the First Order trying to make us be anything but. Before Poe, he'd been the closest I'd ever come to a best friend.

Unfortunately for both of us, the First Order had noticed how close we'd been getting. We'd been ripped apart immediately, and I learned quickly not to get attached to any more of my trainees. I'd never seen my friend again.

Until now. Now, we were face to face again, on a Resistance base free from the reach of the First Order. The side of my mouth quirked up in a small smile, he beamed back at me, and that was all it took to have me running across the tarmac to him.

I jumped up and wrapped him in a tackle-hug, which he quickly returned. He wrapped his arms around me tight and spun me around, then buried his face in my neck as we came to a stop. I squeezed him tight, not wanting to let go lest this all turn out to be a dream. From the way he held me, I could tell he felt the same.

"Is this real?" he breathed. I huffed a hysterical laugh, a few tears sliding down my face.

"I sure hope so."

If both of us had had our way, I don't think either of us would've moved again for at least a few hours. But a certain pilot popped into my line of sight, a confused look on his face.

"Do you and Finn... know each other?"

"Finn!" I said, breathlessly happy as I pulled back to smile at the former Storm Trooper. "That's a great name."

"I think so too," he said, matching my smile. "Poe gave it to me."

I looked at Poe. He still seemed a little confused, but he had a proud look on his face all the same.

"You're really the top recruiter of defectors, aren't you?" I mused. He shot me a wink.

"Don't you forget it. Now come on, we have a fascist dictatorship to take down."

Finn and I shared a smile as Poe headed off into the crowd of the base. I sighed.

"We probably should follow him, huh?"

"I guess so. How long have you been here, though?"

"A few years," I replied. Finn looked shocked, so I continued. "I... couldn't stand watching the people I'd trained go off and die, killing a bunch of people in the process."

Finn nodded, sagging a little, shoulders slumping as he looked away for the first time since we'd found each other. I nudged him with my arm, suddenly insanely worried about him.

"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. He huffed a humorless laugh and shook his head.

"It's nothing. It's just... I can't believe you've been here for so long. It took you a lot less time to realize how wrong we were than it took me."

My eyes went wide, shock nearly rocking me off my feet at his revelation. I quickly grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face me.

"Finn! Are you kidding me? I understand the guilt over our past, seriously, I do. But the fact that it took you a little longer than it took me means nothing. You were literally brainwashed from birth, something I was a part of! I didn't have that excuse, and I still served them for years."

Finn didn't look totally convinced, although his posture wasn't quite as slumped as before. I continued.

"Finn, I spent years convincing myself not to leave. I convinced myself not to care. Honestly, why would I care? It was all part of a righteous cause, canon fodder being expended killing bad guys trying to take down the government." I shook my head at myself in disgust. The fact that I'd ever believed that nonsense, that damaging propaganda, would haunt me for the rest of my life. Finn let his hand rest on my waist, giving it a gentle squeeze to comfort me, and I took a deep breath before continuing. "The realization that I was on the wrong side started long before I left, and I'll always regret the extra damage I did to the galaxy before listening to what I knew was right.

"But Finn, I went through all that as someone who grew up with a family, in school, with some varied viewpoints, although not many. You were told from birth that the First Order's morals, politics, and methods of enforcement were the one and only right way from almost the day you were born. And still you came to your own, different conclusion and left those sons of bitches behind, because you are that good of a person, Finn. That's... amazing."

I'd caught myself rambling, saying more than I'd maybe initially intended to, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it. I loved Finn, and the last thing I wanted was for him to put himself through any more pain than he'd already survived.

Finn laughed, a disbelieving sound, and the smile he gave me felt as bright and warm as the sun. I wasn't sure what I expected him to say, but I got a pleasant surprise when he finally did speak up.

"...Can I kiss you?"

"Hell yes."

We shared a beaming, happy smile, our first free smile, and then Finn leaned down and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist again, pulling me to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing in the middle of the runway without a care in the world who saw us. It didn't matter who saw us now. No one here would exploit us, or use one of us to hurt the other. We were free, together.

"Hey! I'm happy to see my two best friends making out and all, but we actually have things to do today, remember?"

Finn and I broke apart reluctantly, still smiling even as we turned to Poe, the interruption. He was right, unfortunately. In order to take the First Order down for good, to free the rest of the galaxy, we had a lot of work to do. But it didn't seem quite as daunting now that I had Finn.

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[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober

Day 29: Nudes (Finn)

Kinktober Masterlist

It took some time for Finn to get a handle on Resistance level technology. He was used to the old-world tech used by the First Order. With that older kind of codes and monitors that have to be smacked every now and then.

The Resistance had contacts within the republic, General Organa personally knew a few executives within tech industries. You and Poe had spent a little over an hour with both Finn and Rey going over everything. It was frustrating for everyone but, in the end, it was worth it.

Ping-ping

A subtle sound playing from your pad is always a nice distraction. It turns your eyes away from the miles of code you needed to decipher. If it weren’t for that little noise you probably would have gone absolutely bonkers by now.

‘I have about half an hour, and I miss you.’ The message from Finn read.

You’ve been at the code for awhile now, you might as well take a break too.

‘How much?’ You send back, leaving your desk for a bathroom break.

It took a personal class to teach Finn about nudes and sexting. Poe giving his own pointers to his best bud.

Ping-ping

Finn had gone back to his room. On the floor length mirror he’s taken off his shirt. Looking down to the pad he holds in front of himself. His nice smile more distracting than the healthy amount of abs and fat on his torso.

When he first escaped the first order Finn was raw muscle and was on the line of malnourishment. Real meals, good sleep, and people who actually care resulted in a healthy body and healthier mind. Now he was warmer to cuddle up to, stronger than before, and had an endurance the First order couldn’t make with their hatred.

Finn had yet to really learn the art of the tease. But teaching was half the fun.

Pulling up your shirt past your bra you take your own picture. Holding your shirt between your teeth and snapping the picture.

‘Feelings mutual, but you know what else I want.’

It’s an awkward few minutes waiting for him to respond. Just hanging out in a stall, waiting for a more proactive picture to help you get through the day.

Ping-ping

The next picture from Finn is exactly what you wanted. Him, lay back on his bed, pants open and pushed down past his thighs. The hard outline of his cock emphasized by his gray underclothes. The picture is taken from above him. It probably took a second for Finn to be able to get a proper picture with a pad.

That forces you to up your own game. Shirt completely removed, your own pants down to your ankles and an upward shot to show your entire body.

‘The day can’t end soon enough.’ You write. ‘Your room or mine?’

Ping-ping

The picture he send is tame as can be but is better than the others sent. He’s smiling in it, sitting up and emphasizing some liquor bought off of Rey the last time she had gone on a mission.

‘Mine, see you soon.’ He sends.

Your work has never been done faster.

[substantial-exposure]

-From the Desk of Phaedra Taraay -

The Tortured Sith'ari Department

[psychosith]

💜-hcs

💔-angst

💗-fluff

❤️‍🔥-smut

rey skywalker

nothing yet!

kylo ren

nothing yet!

armitage hux

nothing yet!

poe dameron

Just Admiring💗

finn

nothing yet!

[runa-falls]

WHITNEY 😩 HELLO???

"he begs you to let him come inside you" plsplsplspls and "he'd called you beautiful." IS THIS A STOCKHOLM SYNDROME LOVE STORY??

ok i have more (PLOT):

it's been a couple days and kylo ren is finally back from one of his little field trips, along with ships full of storm troopers.

you're informed that the final order is now looking for the map to luke skywalker and that ren will be expecting to visit the prisoner and force the information out himself.

you start to panic. the honorary force-user with anger issues is in charge of your poe?

-- wait, your poe? since when did he become...you shake your head from that thought. this is clearly going to far.--

if ren finds out what you've been doing with the prisoner, he'll choke you out for sure.

you rush through the ridiculously long halls of the star destroyer, trying to spark some sort of revelation. you have the location of the resistance base, but if you want to make yourself indispensable, you need to get that map.

you scan through all the interactions you've had with poe, trying to look for any inkling of a map, of a hidden secret, anything. your face flushes as scenes of passion and want fill your mind, overloading your senses. you can't help it. every time you think of him, you can barely focus.

then it hits you. that moment of panic you saw the first time you met him. not desperation or need, just panic.

the droid

you quickly search your pockets for that shabbily folded piece of paper. you try not to think about why you have it as you unfold it, revealing the faintly orange tint of the robotic ball. this has to be the answer, and if it's not...well, you'll take that risk.

now for the next part: you only have a few hours to figure out how you're getting poe off the finalizer before kylo comes looking for him. you can't do it yourself, you need to be on the base with an alibi.

you continue walking down the hall, not even aware that you're heading in the direction of poe's cell. you hear a hiss of a helmet and a series of heaved breaths.

you freeze, sensing that someone is in that corridor on your right.

fuck, please don't let it be ren --

then you see him.

FN-2187.

you both stare at each other for a moment. you're both aware that you're doing something that you shouldn't: you're gripping a photo of a random droid, frazzled to the end of your nerves, and he's drenched in sweat, clearly in the middle of a mental breakdown.

inside both of you is something personal that's ripping through the collectivist exterior of the first order. it's breaking it, crumbling it from the inside out.

this stormtrooper has already detached himself from the rest, that much is clear. this stormtrooper has a face, you've seen it, could even have a name one day. he's the type to question the factory he was made in.

he wants out, and he's exactly what you need right now.

2187 quickly replaces his helmet, stance suddenly tense and straight, "commander." he greets. you nod, eyes still flipping around the steel walls nervously.

"FN-2187." you try to give off that unbothered final order officer facade, if only to look normal under the intense surveillance on the ship. "you ok?"

"of course, ma'am." god, you hate it when they call you that.

"right. look," your eyes scan over his dirty suit, the scuffs and blemishes of dust, and that bloody hand print placed artistically on his helmet. "in that room," you gesture to the side, "there's a resistance pilot, poe dameron. he's one of the best flyers and soldiers of our time so make sure you keep an eye on him. if he gets out of those restraints, he's gone."

"w-why are you telling me this?"

"just want to keep you informed, trooper." you keep your face steady, but your voice is light, insinuating. you can tell he's finally understanding as he nods subtly. "if he gets into a TIE fighter we won't be able to stop him..."

"well, i must get back to my duties." you shove the photo back into your pocket before you walk away. "i hope i won't see you around anymore, 2187."

this is basically the start of a catch-and-release love story 🫠

it's been too long since i've sent something debilitatingly horny to you, so here:

edit: im sorry its so long and plot-y 😭 i've never written for poe and got too excited.

imagine being a first order commander in charge of coaxing information from poe dameron. the first batch of interrogators (a couple stormtroopers) couldn't get a thing out of him so you were called in as back up.

GIF by antagonistenthusiast

you've had a few interactions with poe (as you're both renowned pilots), but you've never actually seen his face. you've only communicated through radios -- well, communicated is a strong word, you've taunted and growled at each other from a distance...

needless to say, you were intrigued to finally meet this 'poe dameron' that you've been chasing around since you became a flight officer.

you're shocked when you see him, not because he's battered and barely conscious, but because he's prettier than you expected.

GIF by one-blog-to-whump-them-all

of course, he's fucking pretty. he's the resistance's flyboy, the general's favorite, complete with a cut jawline, pouty lips and perfect curls.

it enrages you.

long dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes as you approach him. his body is strapped tight to a chair, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. he's so unbothered, in fact, that he immediately greets you with one of his annoying quips:

"you the good cop?" you're sure it would've sounded better if his voice wasn't so hoarse and broken -- not that you didn't enjoy that sound. there's something about a ruined man that immediately sparks a flame inside of you.

"no, they were the good cops." you refer to the storm troopers that left him this way. "i'm the bad cop, and i like to do things a bit differently..."

you can see it on his face: he recognizes you, or your voice, but he doesn't know from where.

"can't fly away anymore, can you, dameron?"

it finally dawns on him, "you." he almost looks...happy about the revelation.

"yeah, me." his stare is intense and interested, and he's not trying to hide it at all.

cocky bastard.

"y'now i didn't expect such a bea--"

you roll your eyes, "ok, let's stop with all this chatter."

there's a piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket, folded several times to fit securely in the space.

"you got something for me?" you coo, voice sickly sweet all of the sudden.

you reach out, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the smooth leather rise and lower under your fingers as he starts to breathe harder. he pushes against your touch like he's touch deprived, like he's been waiting for this moment all his life.

oh, he's easy.

you snicker as you pluck the paper out, taking a second to wag it tauntingly in front of his face.

"what're you...HEY! THAT'S MINE."

bingo

you open it up, satisfied by how fluidly this interrogation is going. once you deliver this to ren, you're sure to get a promotion.

when you see what's inside, you glower: it's just a worn photo of some BB-droid.

"really?" you give him an unimpressed look. "what, is this your pet or something?"

"he's my driod! my little buddy!"

"ok...so we'll do this the hard way."

---

it starts with pain, but it never seems to be enough. he's -- laughing! he's taunting you, groaning out "is that all you got" or whispering a hoarse "i could do this all day".

you realize you're methods will have to be a bit...unconventional to get your point across. you saw how he reacted to your touch, how he looks at you, even when you're punching him in the face.

you know what you need to do, you're just not sure that you could take it.

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you take the step -- blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

it's for the first order, you tell yourself, but you're enjoying it.

you're breathing almost as hard as he is -- you need it just as much as he does.

you've been edging him about an hour now. he whines when you slow your hand again, leaving him right at the brink of release. metal clangs and groans as he pulls against his restraints.

"please, please, please..."

"you know what i need." you squeeze him, not tightly, but just enough to drive him wild. "just one word -- the planet -- and i'll give it to you. i'll let you cum all over yourself."

"c-can't."

"can't? or won't?" you swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. he's literally pulsing in your hold.

"fuck!" he yells out a name, one you immediately memorize, desperate voice and all.

;dlfsl;dfgk oh oh oh ohhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd

no but like, the fact that poe was also kind of into the whole thing though?? him arching into your touch, shooting you heated glances even when you're torturing him, like he likes being at your mercy?????? please send help 🫠🫠🫠

(**WARNING: here there be smut and it could potentially be considered dub-con so read at your own risk**)

if you thought he was pretty before, it's nothing compared to how he looks when he comes--his jaw slack, head thrown back, baring his glorious neck (a neck you just wanna bite), his sweaty curls deliciously mussed, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes a mess of himself and your hand.

heavenly, you think. the sight is heavenly.

unable to resist, you kiss him softly, so contradictory to the rough way you'd been handling him. he sighs, sagging against his restraints as he kisses you back, his breath fanning across your cheek. you tell him he's a good boy when you pull away and he whines, trying to follow your lips, his mouth gaping, pupils blown wide with lust. he's so drunk on you, on the pleasure you've given him, he'd probably give you whatever you wanted right now; the knowledge fills you with glee. you smile, running a hand down his chest before tucking him back in his trousers.

he comes back to himself when you move to leave, his eyes growing a little harder, jaw clenching as you tell him that you look forward to working with him again.

unfortunately, ren isn't around for you to give him the intel poe gave you, so you hold onto it, intent on telling him when he returns. that night though, you can't sleep, can't stop thinking about poe's breathy whines and whimpers and how pretty he looked begging you to let him come. it's all you can think about, the urge to go to him so strong. so you go, shooing the guards from his cell and going inside. he's asleep, still tied up but removed from the rack he'd been on earlier, bloodied and bruised and beautiful. you allow yourself a moment to study him, eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, of his brow, his nose.

then you take him in your hand, squeezing and stroking, his pretty little noises going straight to your core. you want him, you realize, want to claim him, want to make him yours. the urge is so strong it makes you a little angry--that he could have so much power over you in this state is...well, it's unacceptable.

maybe you just need to fuck him, you reason, to get it out of your system. so you do, straddling him and sheathing his hardness inside your warm, wet cunt. he sounds (and looks) even prettier like this, beneath you, his moans breathy, breathing ragged as you ride him. he feels so good inside you, the stretch of his cock scratching an itch you didn't even realize you had. he watches at you with wide, attentive eyes, hips pushing up to meet yours as you impale yourself on him again and again.

you see stars when you come, cunt clenching around his cock as you throw your head back with a strangled moan. he's still hard and inside you when you come down, his ragged breaths reaching your ears. the look in his eyes is almost reverent when you meet them, and when he begs you to let him come inside you, a little piece of your heart crumbles.

you leave his cell, swearing to yourself that you'll never do it again, that you'll tell ren what you've learned and that dameron will be executed and it'll all be done.

but you don't. can't.

you keep the information you learned to yourself so your trysts with him can continue. every day you go to his cell, send away the guards, and fuck him. you start to look forward to it, to seeing him, to being with him. he starts begging you to let him touch you, and one day you cave and allow it. you groan when he cups your breast, arching into his touch as you bounce slowly on his cock. then his hand falls to your hip, his fingers dig into your skin, and a part of you hopes he'll leave behind bruises. when his thumb finds your clit, he circles the bud, groaning as you gasp, cunt fluttering around him. he whispers something as you fall apart, and it isn't until later that you realize...he'd called you beautiful.

(lmaooooooooooo many, many apologies for going overboard with this, i love me a subby man, especially when that man is poe dameron, hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng)

[kuromixheartzzz]

WANNA BE MY FN DUO?!

in which.. you live a regular schmegular life (no not really you spend all of your days playing fortnite..) until you banded up with some randoms online who turn out to be very popular streamers. one of them being nagi seishiro: the biggest streamer on this twitch with an average of 1 million monthly viewers (that’s not even all too..) and it ends up turning your life.. into something alright..!

pairing: streamer!nagi x fem!reader

genre: smau, streamer!au, modern!au, strangers-to-enemies-to-lovers, drama, crack, fluff, heh maybe suggestive.., romance, some writing, maybe a bit ooc so pls don’t hate me, there just might be kunigiri.. 

status: ongoing!!

a/n: heh my first smau and blue lock related post.. also my glorious king nagi seishiro will come back.. mark my words. (also i really didn’t plan this so if this is shit sorry in advance)

profiles:

roster hoppers | gross sweaty streamers | side

prologue. maybe you should-

chapter 00. ok aristotle..

chapter 01. w*rk. empl*yment.. j*b…

chapter 02. hop on dti (GONE WRONG)

chapter 03. #FUCKOTOYA!

chapter 04. research.. (more like stalking)

chapter 05. don’t threaten me.. with a good time!

chapter 06.

chapter 07.

chapter 08.

chapter 09.

chapter 10.

tba..

creds to @enchanthings for dividers

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[zoro-chwaan]

dudeeee i just read your oc x ftm reader with the like the stoner roommate oc and UGSHHGGHHG i loved it SO MUCJ YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWWWW and then i saw that it had been posted on my birthday and i was even more RAGHHDHHHDHHD and like. i physically need more idk if you'd be open to like writing more with that oc but like GODDDDD IT WAS SO GOOD THE WRITING WAS SO GOOD THE BUILD UP THE ACTUAL SEX FUFIJFNFJBFJFFKFNNFF FN anyways. peace out king/queen

Y’all ask, y’all shall receive. Sorry it took so long to get this done. I had an original second part that I was gonna do and post around November, but then I got a boyfriend, so now I lost my virginity and got more references ❤️ anyways enjoy ♡

Fem!s aligned dni!

Content warning: weed sex, choking (?), praise kink!, extremely short fanfic, yan! Oc (if you squint at it), toys mentioned

WC: 0.4k

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Slutty thoughts <3

Stoner emo boy who when you woke up was making you some breakfast and bringing it to your bed. He hums softly as he lays the breakfast on your lap, he asked you how you slept. In which you replied that you slept amazingly.

Stoner emo boy who got into a shower with you after your breakfasts. He makes sure to wash your hair thoroughly and softly as to not hurt you. He wants nothing bad to happen to you ♡

Stoner emo boy who after a week passed from the two of you fucking, he became much more sweeter and romantic with you. He also became a tease. What can he say? You look hot when you’re embarrassed.

Stoner emo boy who enjoys getting high with you since that’s when you get much more confident and get more handsy. He loves the way you run hands all around his body.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Stoner emo boy who loves having you in a doggy position while holding you in a chokehold. Oh how loudly you moan when he chokes you. Makes you get wetter and tighter around him ♡

Stoner emo boy who loves sucking on your nipples while having two fingers deep in your clit. As you arch your head back from all stimulation he’s giving. You let out a high pitched sigh as his doesn’t slow down, except it gets faster. Awe it’s okay! You can handle it ♡

Stoner emo boy who bought a vibrator to rub on your clit to see how much you squirm. He puts it on a higher level as he can tell that you’re getting close. He pushes two fingers in deep into your hole as he gets close to your ear and whisper how much of a good boy you’re being for him ♡

Stoner emo boy who pounds roughly and deeply into you while you try to hold yourself up, oh but how hard it is for you to pay attention when he’s abusing your hole for his own needs ♡

Stoner emo boy who when you asked for him to use you as a fleshlight he pounded into you much faster. You start to scream and he covers your mouth as you squirt onto his dick as he thrust a couple more times until he cums inside you

“I love you so much, Angel ♡” he says softly to your ear as you whine and close your eyes. Oh you’re his to keep forever and he can’t wait<3

[starlostjisung]

this is how it’s supposed to feel like

PAIRING: han x reader

GENRE: fluff; slight angst if you squint; friends to lovers

WC: 3.1k

CW: nothing

SUMMARY: after being friends for a long time with han and the boys, your friend sets you up on a date and you realise something: you are in love with your best friend

hi!! this is my second story here and i’m still try to figure out how this works and everything but i’m slowly getting there. again, any comments or thoughts are deeply appreciated, hope you enjoy it <3

You didn’t expect a knock on your door this morning, not when you were getting ready to go shopping with one of your close friends.

Especially not from Han Jisung, who had the biggest smile on his face and was carrying what it looked like two hot chocolates and some cupcakes.

“The chocolates are at the perfect temperature and the cupcakes are the sweetest thing that I could find but of course they’re not as sweet as me.” He said as he made his way past you into your apartment. “Well, hello to you too. I’ve doing well and I hope you’ve been fine too.” You laughed while you closed the door. “Yeah whatever, just come here and have breakfast with me, I’ve bought this on my way to the studio and I don’t’t have much time before I have to go.”

Han Jisung, your best friend and the person you had been attached to the hip basically since the moment you two met all those years ago. Lee Know and you had been best friends ever since you both wore diapers. You two did everything together and that meant that when he became a part of this idol world, you went with him. Lee Know being a member from Stray Kids meant that you had 7 new friends, having a more special relationship with Han.

You made your way to the kitchen and had lunch with Han while you talked about everything and nothing at the same time. He told you about the latest 3RACHA writing session. “We were so tired that Changing fell asleep at some point and Chan threatened him with using Lee Know’s air fryer on him.” You told him about your plans for the day with your friend. “Her cousin is getting married in a couple of months and she still hasn’t got an outfit so she wants me to go with her and help her find one.”

Conversation flowed just like that. It was easy. Like everything between you two. You two understood and completed the other to perfection. When one of you had something to celebrate, the other was there to be the number 1 hype person. When one of you was feeling one, the other was there to offer the shoulder to cry on, the comfort of a movie to let your minds off everything, or simply was there. That’s how your friendship worked. And that’s how you always thought that love was supposed to work, but life had proved you wrong a couple of times.

“Me and Minho were thinking about having a quiet night in. You know just some food, some movies and stuff. You should come too, it’s been a while since we last did that.” Han said while finishing his breakfast.

“And whose fault is that Mr. When I’m not on some world tour, I’m working on a comeback for 2040 and when I’m not doing that I’m doing some other thing?”

“Oi!”

“It’s true.”

“All the more reason for you to come and hang out with us. Please, pretty please, pleaaaaa-“

“Fine, I’ll go” you finally agreed before he gave you a headache with his antics.

He smiled so hard that you felt yourself smiling at that. Because it was normal to feel happy when people around you wanted to spend time with you. But it was even more special when the person who wanted to spend the little time left he had with you was Han.

Yes, this is how friendships feel like. Right?

~

“My cousin is being extremely picky with the wedding and all that. Which, I mean, I get it because you only get married once, or at least you hope for that, but I’m telling you, she’s super close to going absolutely crazy and getting married with just the two of them or something.” You and Y/FN had been looking and trying different things for a couple of hours and while, bless her heart you loved her with everything in you, there was something else on your mind today. Or rather someone.

Ever since your breakfast with Han earlier this morning, your thoughts were full of him. Him bringing you breakfast. You two eating together in your kitchen. You two laughing and talking. Mundane things.

“Y/N? You there?” You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed that your friend was showing you a blue dress she has found in one store. “Yes, sorry Y/FN. That dress is beautiful, I think you should try it on.”

“Let’s go and eat first, I’m starving and you look like you may need a break from all this walking around.” You felt sorry that your mind had been elsewhere today, but there was something in your mind that you couldn’t name yet. Or you were just afraid of giving it a name.

Once you found a restaurant and the waiter took your orders, your friend finally asked the question. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you or do I have to guess?”. “Nothing, it’s just that I have had a lot on my mind recently and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed to be honest.” It’s not that you didn’t want to tell her what you were thinking, it was that if you couldn’t understand yourself, you thought no one else could. “Are you sure that it’s only that?”. “Yes, I’m sure” you smiled at her and she seemed to be happy with your answer, for now.

After your food arrived, you ate it while talking about your jobs or the plans that you had for the following months. But when she started talking about her next trip with her boyfriend, you realised you should have seen it coming. “You know what you need?”. “What?”. “A date”. There it was. Really, you should have seen it coming. “Y/FN…”. “No, listen to me, I’m not talking about going out and getting in a relationship if that’s not what you want, but just, going out and meeting people, meeting someone new. I know the perfect guy, he’s new in my office and I know you two would get along just fine.”

Your last relationship had ended some months ago and the ending had been bittersweet to say the least. You had closed yourself off to the world and you were slowly becoming yourself again. Everyone knew that and helped you during the process. Your friends. The boys. Lee Know. And Han, especially Han. Your friend was just trying to help you. “Please, Y/N, just a coffee or a movie or something, for me please”. You knew she was trying to help you, you really did, and while you were not completely on board with this, part of you felt like you needed to accept because she was just trying to help you.

“Okay”

“Really? That’s great! I promise you he’s a great guy and you will not regret this believe me.” You wanted to believe her, but something stirred inside you. You thought it was just your nerves and anxious thoughts of going out and meeting someone new. They had nothing to do with a certain big eyes and bright smile boy you already knew, right?

~

After finishing your meal (during which your friend sent your number to her new co-worker after having talked to him about you first without you knowing) and trying in some other shops with no luck, you said your goodbyes and you made your way to Han and Lee Know’s dorm for a quiet night in, which if you were being honest, you really needed. On your way you got a call from your friend’s co-worked to introduce himself and plan your date, which would be a simple coffee the following day. While he seemed nice and friendly, something inside didn’t sit right with you. It would be the nerves of going out with someone new after a long time. Yes, let’s say it was that.

~

“Please, do tell me why I would let you go inside my dorm”. “Oh please, Minho, you know I’m basically living here and I’m officially the unofficial third member of this dorm.” He smiled at that, he knew you were right. All these years, all the distance, could not keep you two apart. You wouldn’t have that any other way. You made your way inside and got comfortable with him on the couch, Han was still out writing with the other boys. You told Minho about your job and how you had been doing lately and he told you about his recording sessions, the rehearsals, and all in between.

“Right Y/N spill it.” “What?” You knew he wouldn’t buy it. If there was one person in the world who knew you better than yourself, that was him. “I know there’s something on your mind so you either spill it or you’re going into the air fryer”. Lee Know style. So you told him everything that had happened with your friend that day. That you two had gone shopping. That she had told you about her co-worker. That you were going on a date the next day.

You decided to not talk about your thoughts regarding Han that day, because you were almost completely sure that that were normal friendship thoughts. Just friends and nothing else. But of course, Lee Know knew better. “And do you think that your nerves about the date are just because you’re meeting someone new and nothing else?”. “What do you mean?”. You knew what he meant, you just couldn’t admit it. “I have eyes and I see the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. You may be fooling yourselves but you’re not fooling anyone else, at least not me. You two are friends, but can you honestly say that you are only that?”

Direct and straight to the point, that was Lee Know. And he was right, at least on your part. You didn’t see Han as only your friend. You were friends, the best of friends even, but was that enough for you? And for him? Was Lee Know right about Han just as he had been right about you? Just before you could ask him any questions, Han arrived to their shared dorm. After putting his things away and telling you two what he had done that day in the studio, you three started your quiet night in.

However, your mind was anything but quiet. While the two boys were eating and laughing at whatever was happening in the movie you were not watching, you came to the realisation that you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with him. This is not what a normal friendship is supposed to feel like.

~

It was late when the movie ended so you stayed in the boys dorm like you had done many times before. You and Lee Know shared his bed, but you couldn’t sleep at all. Your mind kept replaying every moment you had spent with Han during these years. The laughs. The tears. The important moments. The normal ones. How you hadn’t realised yourself that you were in love with him was beyond yourself. Or maybe, you had known all along but were scared of the possibility of not being reciprocated. Because that could be a possibility. You were sure that he didn’t feel the same way because you were friends and friends aren’t supposed to be in love with each other. You wanted to go home and cry to yourself.

Once morning came, you decided to go to the kitchen and have breakfast. You got up quietly so as not to wake Lee Know up, and when you left his room and went to the kitchen, you saw that Han was already there.

“Hi.”.”Hi.” You smiled at each other. “You’re up early, that’s not something you usually do”. You told him. “Yeah well I had this idea in the studio yesterday about a song and I could not sleep well because I’ve been think about it the whole night so I just decided to get up, eat something and go finish it.” Of course, the ever working Han Jisung.

“And you? It’s early for you too.” “I couldn’t sleep either so I decided to just stop trying.” “And why couldn’t you?” Because I’ve just realised that I’m in love with you and the possibility of being rejected kept me up all night but no worries. You couldn’t tell him that. So you decided to tell him the next big thing. “I have a date today”

Time stopped. He put his food that was mid-air on his plate again. His eyes were fixed on a point on the table. You swore you heard him gasp. “A date.”. “Yes, Y/FN set me up with one of her co-workers and we’re meeting for coffee later.” This wasn’t right. You didn’t know if you wanted Han to cheer you on or to tell you not to go. You just wanted to go home. Something wasn’t right. And then he looked at you and you saw it. Something wasn’t right within him either. But before you could ask him he started talking. “That’s great Y/N, I’m really happy for you, you deserve to be happy really.”. “Han…”. “I should go and get started on that song and you should go and get ready for the date too. I will tell Minho when he wakes up don’t worry.”

And just like that, he got up, went to his room and closed the door. You didn’t know what had just happened. You just felt something breaking inside you. This isn’t how love is supposed to feel like.

~

You don’t know how you did it, but you left the boys’ dorm, went home, got ready and went to the coffee shop for your date. You were immersed in your thoughts and all that had happened in the last 24 hours or so when your date arrived. “Y/N? Hi, I’m Wooyoung, sorry to have kept you waiting, traffic was horrible.” “Don’t worry, I haven’t been waiting long.” And just like that you two started talking about each other. You talked about your hobbies, your jobs and different things.

He was nice, really he was, but he wasn’t Han. He wasn’t the guy who would spend hours telling you about his new song ideas. He wasn’t the guy who would accompany you whenever it was late at night and you wanted to go and buy ice cream. He simply wasn’t Han.

So you decided to tell him, you couldn’t keep doing this. “Wooyoung, I’m really sorry but I don’t think I keep doing this. I accepted the date because of my friend but since then I’ve realised I have feelings for someone else and I can’t do this. I’m really sorry.”. Thankfully, he seemed fine with this. No harm done. So you left and ran to the place you shouldn’t have left in the first place. To see Han.

~

Seconds passed before you knocked on their door and the door opened but those seconds were enough for you to start spiralling again. What if Han didn’t feel the same? What if he didn’t want to be with you? What if you lost him because he didn’t want to be friends anymore after you confessed your feelings for-

“Y/N? Weren’t you supposed to be on a date?” This wasn’t the Han you knew, there was something you couldn’t place, but the Han that left you alone in the kitchen that morning was still here. “Yes, I-“. “Lee Know isn’t here right now, I can tell him you came to tell him about your date and he will call you later.” “No, Han, I came to talk to you”

He couldn’t hide his surprise. He let out in and closed the door while you looked around. The same place that knew by heart now felt unfamiliar and cold. What if you ruined everything now?

“What did you have to tell me?”. You turned around and there he was. With his arms closed. You couldn’t breathe. “Y/N?”. “I left the date.” You saw how confused he was. “What? Why? Did he do anything to you?”. He got closer to inspect you. This was the Han you knew, the one that would do anything to make sure you were fine. You laughed while you felt your eyes start to get watery. “Then why did you leave?” he said while looking at you. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Because it wasn’t you” just like this morning, time stopped. His eyes on you. He gasped, you saw it this time. “What?”. “He wasn’t you, Han, and I didn’t want to be on that damn date if it wasn’t with you. And I know you may not feel the same and I may be ruining things with us but I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to tell you and I-“. You couldn’t go on.

His lips were on yours. It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was going on. Han was kissing you and he had his arms around your waist, holding you like the world would end if he let you go. So you reciprocated. You put your arms around his neck, hands on his hair. You felt him deepen the kiss. You let out some tears. You swore he let some too.

When you needed to breath, you broke the kiss, but you kept your foreheads against each other. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he told you. “You have?” “Yes, for a long time. And all this time I didn’t tell you in case you wouldn’t feel the same way, so when this morning you told me you had a date… I thought I lost you”. “You’re not losing me, Han, I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He kissed you again. Slowly, like he was trying to say all that he had kept quiet all this time. When his tongue tried to open your mouth, you gave him permission. The kiss deepened, hungry and sweet, while your hands explored each other and all that you had missed all this time, knowing that you had all the time in the world now. You couldn’t help but smile through the kiss.

“Why are you smiling?” he separated long enough to ask you that. “Nothing, it’s just that we both have been idiots all this time.” he mimicked your smile. “That’s part of our charm, being idiots together.” You laughed at that. “Yes it is”. “If you want, we can continue being two idiots together that are dating instead of only being friends.” “I love how that sounds.” And you kissed him this time. Feeling happy. Safe. Excited. This is how love is supposed to feel like.

[himewonu]

HEART LAKE ౨ৎ hong joshua

౨ৎ you never thought joshua was the type to play video games—until you caught him playing your favourite game at 2 in the morning.

starring bf! joshua x gn! reader genre fluff, humour, established relationship contains guns (literally a video game), they play fortnite together word count 0.6k

from rhin, the title is from fortnite (chapter 2 i think idk i need to google it). anyways i hope you'll like this ame thanks for the req! i fear i can only write abt fortnite if someone asks to write abt a video game... so i hope u aren't tired of my fn obsession guys!!!

when joshua first met you, you mentioned you were fond of video games. he thought you played simple, cozy games like the sims or animal crossing, but you never corrected him.

he wasn’t wrong, though. you do play those games, but recently he found out you’re more into shooter games. it was a bit shocking to find out you like violent games, but he was not one to judge.

the problem is, joshua never plays video games as much as you play. he’s only ever played classic arcade games like tetris and pac man, but he’s never even heard what a fortnite is or what overwatch is even about.

you love joshua regardless of whether he plays games or not. sometimes when he’s at your place, you two would be close together in front of your tv, playing mario kart, hands tangled with each other’s against the controllers.

one of those game date nights happened to be a fortnite run. again, joshua has never heard of a game named after fourteen days. the first round he played with you, he was lost at first but slowly adapted to it. after the second round, he realized that he enjoys this game.

the only problem with this game is that he is absolutely trash at it. no matter what he does in the game, someone will still find a way to eliminate him. even in 1v1s with you, you manage to beat his ass every time before he can even see your avatar in the game.

joshua really likes this game, and he really likes playing it with you, but sometimes it can get insufferable when you win all the time. so every time he sleeps over, he stays with you in bed until you fall asleep. he’ll wait for a few minutes, then he’ll leave you to log onto your computer.

every night, he practices on fortnite until two in the morning. whether it’s aiming or building, he’ll make sure to master everything you do to him in the game. he’s been doing this routine for literally a fortnight—two weeks and three days to be exact.

you were never aware of this until you woke up one night because the blanket was pushed to you. you realised your boyfriend wasn’t next to you, so you waited for a few minutes, assuming he went to the bathroom. you didn’t sleep for thirty minutes, hoping joshua would come back and cuddle with you, but he never entered the room.

you began to hear faint keyboard typing, fast ones. it was coming from the living room, where your computer is. you got up and wondered, could it be joshua? there was no way; he doesn’t play games like that. as you leave your room, you notice the living room has a bright spot on the wall.

“baby?” you call out, walking closer. you stop in your tracks as you see joshua sitting in front of your computer, one hand on the keyboard and the other one tipping his (your) headphones down. he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights.

you glance at the screen; a big ‘VICTORY ROYALE’ pops up. “no way! did you actually get a victory royale?” you freak out as you come close to joshua, looking closer at the monitor.

“yeah,” he sheepishly replies, “i’ve been trying to get this for a while.”

“why?”

“well, you keep winning every time we 1v1, so i thought if i practice every day, i’ll beat you in a match.”

you stifle a laugh and lean on him. “shua you’re so cute, you know that? we can play tomorrow, but let’s go back to bed now.”

“whatever you say, sweetheart.” he presses a kiss on your forehead and turns off your computer.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 12)

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Simon was on edge, leaning against the kitchen counter, rarely even blinking, a hundred scenarios racing through his mind.

John shared Simon’s feelings; he was sitting at the table unable to stop his right leg from bouncing up and down in worry. 

“I shouldn’t have let her go,” Simon mumbled; his eyes continuing  to stare at the wall in front of him as though he was going to burn a hole through it. 

“She’s with Y/f/n,” Kyle began, trying to get the two stressed men in front of him to calm down, “she’ll be safe,”

“Aye, Y/f/n might hate us but they care about Y/n,”

“Doesn’t mean shit,” Simon grumbled in response, tearing his eyes away from the wall to Johnny, “Graves could’ve gotten to her,”

“We don’t know that,” Kyle countered softly; but Simon shook his head dismissively at Kyle’s words.

He knew under normal circumstances Y/f/n wouldn’t betray you. 

But these were not normal circumstances. 

Graves could’ve threatened Y/f/n…threatened people they care about….or they could’ve hurt Y/f/n, they didn’t look like they’d been tortured but that didn’t necessarily mean they hadn’t been. 

“We couldn’t keep her here,” John sighed, turning everyone’s attention to him.

He wished they could’ve. 

Wished that they could’ve kept you here, with them, safe, away from any type of threat or harm. 

But he also knew that you being around them all was a risk in itself. 

He broke your heart; persuaded the others to side with him; then they came along and ruined your life again when you were happy again. 

He hoped Y/f/n took you as far away from them and Phillip as they could. 

John understood Simon’s worry. 

He felt it too. 

But he didn’t want to believe that Y/f/n would betray you. 

He couldn’t bear to think of you losing another person in your life that you trusted. 

Simon remained silent; lost in his own thoughts, your words continuously replaying through his mind.

“Trust me” 

The trust he had in you was the only reason he let you go….he just couldn’t be convinced by what his partners were saying; couldn’t allow himself to trust anyone except the people in this room with you. 

“She’ll call us if she needs us-”

Kyle had barely finished his sentence when Simon’s phone began ringing in his pocket. 

Everyone’s eyes locked on to Simon as he answered the call; his words indicated enough to the others that something bad was going on. 

“Turn the car around and drive back here,” they heard Simon instruct clearly; before he pulled the phone from his ear, putting it on loudspeaker as he placed it in the centre of the table.

His hands were gripping the table like he was about to flip it over.  

“They’re being followed,” he stated quietly, gritting his teeth as his grip on the table edge tightened.

“Shit!” They heard Y/fn shout, their panic evident in their voice. 

“What’s happening?” John asked, leaning forward across the table, his brows furrowing in concern when there was no answer to his question. 

All the four men heard was the sound of a car crashing. 

John picked up the phone quickly and handed it to  Kyle.

“Keep talking to her,” the captain ordered, wishing that he could do it himself, but unable to trust his own voice,  already feeling his stomach twisting at the thought of you being hurt. 

Kyle nodded, taking the phone carefully and continuing to say your name as well as Y/f/ns, in a desperate attempt to get some sign of life from you both. 

Twenty seconds. 

That’s all it took for the four men to put on their shoes, leave the house and get in the car. 

Simon was driving, not giving a single fuck about the speed limits along the country roads; the only thing he and the others cared about, was finding you. 

“C’mon baby…say something,” Kyle spoke through the phone, his voice trembling slightly now as he desperately tried to get an answer from you. 

But his attempts were unsuccessful; only being met with static and the occasional muffled crackle, sounds that made his chest tighten in fear. 

They couldn’t lose you. 

Not like this.

Not now…

“C’mon baby,” Kyle repeated his plea desperately; his eyes going wide as he heard the echoing sound of sirens through the phone. 

The sound only made Simon drive faster; his knuckles going white as he gripped the steering wheel, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.

They soon heard the sirens that had been coming from your phone; all of their hearts dropping in their chest as they drove towards the crash, each of them mentally trying to prepare themselves for the news they were about to receive. 

~~~~~~~

The flashing red and blue lights painted the trees in strobing bursts of color as the car skidded to a stop just behind the ambulances. 

None of the men waited for the engine to fully die, they threw the doors open and rushed towards the scene of the wreckage in front of them. 

“Jesus,” Johnny breathed out.

Y/f/ns car was mangled against a tree, the front end completely crumpled in.

Smoke was coming from the front of the damaged vehicle and shards of glass were glittering across the side of the road like freshly fallen snow. 

It was like they’d walked into one of their nightmares; their biggest fear somehow becoming a reality. 

There was a young uniformed responder who tried to stop the men from approaching any further; but they quickly failed, each of the men walking past with ease.

“This is a secure area, you can’t just-” the responder tried to argue; before John turned around for a brief moment.

They were only doing their job. 

But right now; he didn’t care.

“We know the people in that car,” he snapped harshly; before turning back around and following his men towards the car. 

“How is she?” Kyle asked, his voice unsteady as he stumbled forward, towards the paramedic, his eyes locking onto you instantly. 

Blood was running down the side of your face; and you weren’t moving much, your chest rising and falling in shallow, laboured breaths.

The paramedic was understandably startled by the appearance of them all, but quickly answered Kyle’s question. 

“She’s lucky,” the paramedic said quickly; allowing Kyle to release a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

A similar relief washed over John, Simon and Johnny, who were all crouched alongside Kyle. 

You were alive. 

The relief they all shared was short lived though as the paramedic continued to say, “The drivers side took most of the damage.”

The paramedics' words caused the four men’s attention to go to the driver's side of the car. 

To Y/f/n. 

Blood was trickling down their face from their forehead; their eyes were closed, and for a moment, none of them knew if Y/f/n was even alive…unable to see past you to see their injuries. 

“Are they-?” Johnny began; not being able to say the last word of the question he was asking. 

“We have a pulse but it’s weak and they are currently unresponsive,” the paramedic on the driver's side stated, with a solemn look in their eyes as they slowly and carefully extracted Y/f/n's limp body from the car and onto a stretcher.

A small cough fell from your slightly bloody lips, causing all of their attention to go back to you.  

“It’s okay, baby,” Kyle cooed softly, quickly taking the paramedics place as they went to go and get another stretcher. 

“We’re all here, Bon,” Johnny softly added, gently taking your hand in his, rubbing small circles like he had done before at their house. 

“Let’s give the paramedics some room,” John said to Johnny and Kyle; noticing how reluctant they were to leave your side. 

He didn’t want to leave your side either, but he knew the paramedics needed to remove you from the wreckage and get you to a hospital.

Johnny and Kyle nodded hesitantly, rising to their feet and shuffling back slightly to allow the paramedics the room they needed. 

John took one look at you on that stretcher and felt his heart break completely; this, this was everything he wanted to protect you from. 

He took a few steps away from you and the paramedics; joining Simon who was standing in the road, surveying the scene around them. 

Memorizing and cataloging everything in his mind. 

Simon knew, just like the others did, that this hadn’t been some random car crash.

It was too coincidental.

They didn’t have any proof, but they knew for a fact that Graves and Shepherd were involved somehow. 

But did whoever caused this mean to leave you alive?

Were they going to come back and try to finish the job?

Or was this all simply just a threat towards them, warning them all to stay away from you?

Realistically it didn’t matter all that much; because they weren’t going to let anyone hurt you ever again….

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۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 ━ fn. 01/07/24

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of & illusions to of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone (snsd fan). more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

ᝰ CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. MINE (HIS)

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: A PEAK IN SUNYN’S LOVE

ᝰ CH 0II. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). ━━━━━ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)

and to @yunstarz @nyukyujs @rieuvie @thelargefrye @i-luvsang @cybrsan @gyumibear @pocketjoong @jaehunnyy @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @xpixie @atinycafe @brrrkdslek @phantom-webber @a1sh1teruu @starryunho @aestheticsluut @end0rchans @yourfatherlucifer @alixnsuperstxr @girls4cheol @cheollipop @mintgki @aoi-turtle @renstears @42e15 @alixnsuperstxr @mrowwww @hwaightme @paradiqms @starrysvn @tubatu-wari-wari @kitten4sannie @chokchokk @hee0soo @joong-of-gold @armysantiny @evilsailorsenshi @mundayoonimnida @aapplepii @juhakutie : first of all i don’t expect you to read or interact with this fic, you might not even stan the boyz or like this sorta thing but i tagged you all because of one reason and one reason only; to tell you that you all make tumblr such a lovely and inspirational place for me, whenever i see ur accs it brightens my day because i know what great ppl are behind them, i just wanted to say that i think that you are amazing and i want to use this post to thank you! happy new years and i love you everyone (and you who’s reading this)

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