#sir pls just five minutes

[deathnot-e]

little sir makes a come back. because I said so. 😾💢

#other. #kuroh draws. #friendly reminder that little sir was drawn in five minutes. #okay to reblog lmao. #just don't steal and repost him pls. ; - ; #little sir tag

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ when you know, you know

or domesticity with txt !!

includes: soft txt, various different scenarios, i've been working on this on and off for like 02 weeks and this is not proofread pls forgive any mistakes

a/n: my deepest apologies for the long absences between fics, i've been busy with school lately

gn reader (no pronouns used)

yeonjun

your socks slide against the polished tile floor as you playfully twirl around in front of your countertops. a familiar melody fills your apartment as yeonjun enters.

city lights shining in through your opened blinds illuminate yeonjun’s smile as you playfully slide over in front of him. outstretching your hand, you dramatically bend down in front of him. his skin feels soft against yours as you press a soft kiss against his knuckles. “may i have this dance, good sir?” 

yeonjun is quick to play along, intertwining your fingers together. “you may,” he teases. 

his hands ghost against your waist as he spins you around. laughter escapes you in waves as you reach up, snaking your arms around yeonjun’s neck. even in the dim lighting, you can see the light blush decorating his features. 

leaning in, you press your forehead against his. “say you love me, say you love me, till the end of the world,” you softly sing along. “all or nothing, i want all of you.”

“i know i love you,” yeonjun continues. he raises a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin before he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

soobin

soobin wakes up to a weight pressed against his chest. he squints up at the ceiling, slowly willing his eyes to adjust to the sudden influx of light surrounding the room. 

he shifts slightly, smiling to himself when he notices your head laying against his chest. your hair cascades down his shirt in waves; the ends tickling his bare skin. your arms remain gingerly wrapped around his body - even in your sleep. 

soobin watches as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his lips quirk into an unconscious smile as he admires your features. reaching up, he brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face. you stir at the feeling; a few seconds pass before you nuzzle yourself even closer to the warmth of his body in response. soobin chuckles softly, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. 

“baby,” he quietly whispers. “it’s time to get up.” 

you groan, squeezing your eyes shut even tighter. “five more minutes.”

“you always say that before we end up in bed all day,” he chuckles. 

you sigh, finally letting your eyes flutter open. soobin’s messy hair perfectly frames his bare features. he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, comfortably brushing his thumb against your skin. “i could get used to this,” you murmur. 

soobin hums, leaning in to steal yet another kiss against your lips. “you should.”

beomgyu

you softly smile at beomgyu, watching as his fingers expertly glide across the guitar’s neck. his thumb strums against the strings, filling the previously quiet room with a soft melody. 

after a few more notes, beomgyu lets the music fade out like the end of a movie. “what do you think?” he finally asks. 

“it’s beautiful.” 

a teasing smirk lingers on beomgyu’s face for a few seconds before he sets the guitar aside. you take the opportunity to shift across the room to lean against the wall beside him. a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he opens his arms, letting you lean yourself against his chest. “just like you.” 

despite playfully rolling your eyes, you playfully swat at beomgyu’s shoulder. “you’ve hit a new level of cringy,” you tease.

beomgyu smiles; his familiar dimples appearing on his cheeks. a warm feeling of comfort fills your chest as you nuzzle yourself even closer to him. his hands slip underneath the fabric of your t-shirt to rub miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. 

“maybe,” his other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tilting your face upwards. your eyes flutter shut as he leans in, catching your lips against his for a few seconds. you can’t help the way you smile at the feeling. “but you love it.”

taehyun

“ah,” you hiss, quickly setting the knife aside. taehyun furrows his eyebrows as he watches you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to prevent tears from rolling down your cheeks. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks, rushing to your side. 

“nothing,” you sniffle. “it’s just the onion getting to me.”

“oh, my poor baby,” taehyun teases. he sets the spatula aside before reaching up to wipe away the stray tears that threaten to escape your eyes. “do you want some help?”

you nod. “that would be nice.” 

guiding you back over to the cutting board, taehyun gently places his hands over yours before adjusting your position to hold onto the knife. “use your knuckles to guide the knife so you don’t cut your fingers,” he says, slowly demonstrating how to properly slice the onion. “and do your best to keep it still so you don’t have to worry about slipping.” 

following his advice, you carefully begin to cut the vegetable into thin slices. taehyun leans down, observing each of your movements with an overly watchful eye. he rests his head against your shoulder; his hands slip away from yours to wrap his arms around your waist. 

“good job, jagi,” he whispers before leaning in to press a kiss against your shoulder. 

“thank you, tae,” you smile, turning around to return the favour in the form of a your own fleeting kiss pressed against his cheek.

huening kai

kai groans as he all but collapses onto your living room couch. it feels like his body has been rattled - like someone has grabbed his lungs and forcibly shaken them around, effectively clogging his sinuses and culminating in a relentlessly pounding headache. 

“oh baby,” you whisper, kneeling down in front of him. reaching up, you brush the back of your hand against the back of his forehead. “you’re burning up.” 

kai watches you through tired eyes as you wrap a nearby blanket around him, trapping him in its warmth before quickly running to the kitchen to grab some medicine. his protests die on his tongue as you hold up the spoon in front of him. “just one spoonful, okay?”

“okay,” kai sighs, leaning in to quickly down the liquid. “you don’t have to do this for me, you know?” he rasps. his throat scratches and aches with each syllable and his flushed skin feels warm to the touch.

“just let me take care of you.” reaching up to cup his cheek, you brush your thumb against his cheek. kai smiles as you lean in to press a chaste kiss against his forehead before curling up beside him on the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, letting you lean yourself against his chest despite his concerns about getting you sick. “do you need anything else?”

“no,” he murmurs, tugging you even closer. “stay with me, please?”

“of course, love.”

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[sykostyles]

subject to change 1.1.1 (a check in)

wc: 2.2k summary: in which Harry shows y/n something new but it involves his store. part one part two

a/n: hi again! its been a while! I'm sorry I kinda disappeared, but I promise I have been around. After reading miss @gurugirl update the other day for bfd!Harry I needed some more breeding kink so I snuck some in here as well. I hope you all enjoy!! I’ve missed you all!!

cw: smut, use of sir, exhibitionism, breeding kink, cream pie, standing sex, brief spanking, choking if you squint, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), if there's any I missed pls let me know!

Ever since that night in the hotel with Harry, your relationship had been going strong. Every night, you’d go into his bookstore, and take claim on one of the couches in the seating area to work on your daily editing while he worked on closing down the store. He’d watch you make your concentration faces and think they’re some of the cutest things he’d ever seen. Sometimes you’d even meet a reader and have a chat with them as they perused the store. More people were stopping in lately to purchase holiday gifts for their loved ones, it helped that your latest release was always fully stocked at Harry’s House.

“You look annoyed,” Harry commented, taking a seat next to you on the couch. 

“I am,” you huff, leaning into his side as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss atop your head. “I can’t figure out this idea, it's not anything we’ve done before so it's hard to imagine.”

“Well, Sweets, we’ve done quite a bit. Can you be more specific?” Harry always asks for the exact thing you want, making you squirm and he loves it.

“Like whe–when you get turned on from the possibility of getting caught.” your skin starts to get clammy from talking about these things out loud; it always did. 

“Oh, you mean exhibitionism?” his hand runs up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps with every pass.

“Is that what it is? I thought it was voyeurism.”

“No, that’s when you get turned on from watching other people.”

“See there’s so many terms i don't understand yet,” whines leave your lips, he just chuckles at your mini meltdown.

“I can show you if you want,” he whispers in your ear in your favorite tone of his voice, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Sh–show me?” When he speaks to you in that tone, it doesn't take long for your core to throb.

He nods in response, a grin on his lips. “Mhm, but you have to be a good girl and wait until I close up. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asks, taking a hold of your chin and placing a kiss on your lips. You form a cute smile, your eyes glazed over in anticipation as you nod your head in his hold. “C’mon, baby you know better. Need words from you,” he laughs.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he gives you another kiss, “You stay here and work on your story, I’ll be back there closing down. I’ll let you know when I’m done, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” you nod excitedly, making him chuckle.

About thirty minutes have passed and you’re getting antsy. Harry’s never made you wait when you were feeling like this before, so you don’t really know how to act. You stand from the couch, and make sure the door is locked before making your way back to Harry. So what if there was still five minutes before closing? You were feeling needy. 

“Thought i told you to wait?”

“Can’t sir,” you whine, leaning against the counter next to him as he counted the money in the register, not paying you any real attention.

“Too bad,” he continues slipping the bills between his fingers as he took mental note of the amounts before writing it in the book.

“Please, sir?” you begin fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, playing with the material as you look down to the floor.

No answer.

“Sir?”

Nothing. He just keeps counting the money

Your tone switches, you’re tired of being ignored. “Harry.”

He still doesn't respond, just sets the money down and looks over to you with irritation laced in his gaze. “Turn around,” he grunts, taking hold of one of your wrists. Harry walks up behind you, pressing his front into your back, making your hips dig into the counter in front of you. You hiss at the feeling. “What happened to you being my good girl? Hmm?” he takes hold of both of your hands, placing them on the counter in front of you. “Keep these here, yeah?”

Harry slides his hands down the expanse of your body, squeezing your hips as he makes his way south and gliding his hands up your skirt and tearing your panties off. The tearing sound makes you gasp. He slides the scraps of what was left into his pocket for safekeeping.

“Now, any of those people out there–” he begins to whisper in your ear. He pulls your hips back, leaving you in a slight bend, your lower half still pressed against him as he speaks.”--can look in here and see you being a little whore for me,--” he flips up the hem of your skirt exposing the skin of your ass.”--So I suggest you go back to being my good girl and be quiet.” Your eyes remain locked front; staring straight out the window as the people walk by without a clue.

He begins massaging the skin of your ass before lifting one hand off and bringing it harshly down against the surface making you jump and yelp loudly at the contact.

“Quiet,” he growls against the skin of your neck. Sliding his hand over your asscheek, he makes the journey around to your front, teasing where you want to feel him most. His other hand snaking its way around your throat, pinning your head against his shoulder as he begins to rub slow circles over your clit. Quiet pants leave your lips at every pass. 

He speeds up; testing your ability to keep quiet. You take your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel him slide two of his fingers deep in your core, scissoring them inside your gummy walls. Every twist of his wrist makes you want to scream out his name, but you know the fate you’d meet if you did. Tempting, but also horrifying to be seen by all the people walking about, buying gifts for their loved ones. Your legs begin to shake once his fingers repeatedly stroke over that spot he knows you love.

“You gonna cum?” Harry asks, knowing full well you’re about to. You nod as much as you can in his hold in response. “Then cum.”

And you do, hard. The grip he kept on your neck was the only thing keeping you standing. A mixture of grunts and gargle sounds fall from your lips as you teeter over the edge and he pulls every bit of arousal from you possible. 

“Which hole do you want stuffed, pet? Hm? Which hole should I stuff with my load for all of those people to look over and see?” His words feel like a dull blade running up the curves of your throat, setting your skin ablaze even more so than the fading orgasm he brought you to with just his fingers.

Harry lets go of your throat so you can speak, “My pussy please,” you choke out, leaning forward on your elbows against the counter below. 

“Yeah? Wanna feel me fill you up full of my babies? Hm? Wanna be all swollen and plump for me?” his primal insticnt to mark you as his in for any passersby to see. 

“Mhm! Need it so bad, Sir!” whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend the words coming out.

“Gonna give it to you, Sweets don’t worry,” he opens the front of his pants, pulling his cock from the confines of his boxers before swiping his thumb over his tip to smear the precum around the surface. You feel him rub his length up and down your folds, tapping it against your clit making you a whiny mess underneath him. “Gonna be quiet for me or do i need to shut you up early?”

“Shut me up early,” you beg, wanting whatever he’s planning on giving you. His hand smooths up your back, wrapping it around your face, covering your mouth and pulling your head back as he pressed into you. Your eyes cross at the stretch and your muffled whines fill the air.

“Such a good pussy,” he moans softly, “always sucking me in so nicely. Think I’ll make a home in her.” you moan in response. “Yeah? Want me to make my claim for good? Knock you up?” You nod your head faster than you can process his question; you just know you want whatever he’ll give you. “Hm, do you think you deserve it?” you nod some more.

His thrusts are tantalizingly slow as hes speaking to you; never quite giving you what you want. He’s repeatedly giving you languid strokes but then switching, and pulling all the way out and then shoving just the tip back in; driving you mad. You want more. You need more.

“I don't think you do, I have to cover your mouth in order to keep you quiet so these people aren't disturbed outside. Doesn't seem like a very ‘good girl’ thing to do.” you whine at his words, wanting more. 

“Please,” you try to muffle, he just repositions his hand across your mouth.

“Sorry pet, what was that?” Harry teases.

“Please!” you yell out after pulling his hand from your mouth to finally speak. An older woman hears your words, looking into the store. She just smiles at you and moves along, not thinking anything about the scandalous position you were in. A harsh smack lands on your ass in response.

“Gonna have to work on keeping you quiet,” Harry reaches down, pulling your torn panties from his pocket and balling them up. He pulls your head back again. “Open,” he demands. You lull your tongue out as your mouth falls open. He offers you a warm stream of spit before tucking your torn panties into your mouth and forcing it shut. Harry lets go of your head, coercing your upper half down on the counter, and taking hold of your hands as he finally sets a more brutal pace, driving your hips forward into the counter with every thrust. 

Whimpers and whines fill the air as well as the sound of his clothed hips making contact with yours. “Fuckin tight pussy always treats me so well,” Harry grunts, “Gonna fill it up nice n’ deep for you, sweets.” Whines of approval leave your lips. The coil in your belly is pulling further and further as it gets ready to snap. “Gonna cum again, baby?” he asks. You nod your head fervently at his words, making him chuckle. “Give it all to me, pet. Cum for me,” Harry pleads.

His pleas make the coil snap; sending you over that metaphorical peak. Feeling your walls clench around him so tightly sends him into his own orgasm as he chases his own high. He buries himself inside as deep as he possibly can as he releases his load into you. “Fuck, sweets, gonna milk me dry."

Sticky sounds fill the air around you as he continues thrusting in and out of you, unable to let go of the warm feeling. He’s imagining the look of fucked out bliss across your face and he smiles as he comes down. The feeling of you still wrapped around his cock feels like heaven to him. He’d stay like this forever if it was feasible. He was addicted to hearing the whimpers fall from your lips, though he thinks he'd rather hear you call his name from now on. Nothing compared to that for him. Knowing he was the one giving you the pleasure you were feeling.

After he pulled out, harry was quick to clean the mess between your legs with his tongue. Quickly dropping to his knees behind you, deftly ignoring your pleas of “too much,”

“Just cleanin’ up our mess, baby,” he spoke against your core; the vibrations almost too much. You reach back, attempting to shove his head away but he slaps your hand away. 

“So that was exhibitionism?” you asked, slipping into the bed beside Harry as he pulls you to his chest.

“Mhm, kinda hot right?” he asks, placing a kiss atop your head.

“I liked it. I was so terrified and turned on when that woman looked inside,” you admitted, pulling the covers of his bed up and over the both of you.

“I’m glad you liked it, and I’m also glad I’m the only one with access to my security cameras in the store.” he chuckled against your hair.

“Oh god, I didn’t even think about that.” you laughed. You begin thinking back to the act, and how he talked about getting you pregnant. “Would you really want a baby with me?” you asked timidly.

“Course I would. I mean, right now wouldn't be optimal timing, but I’m not against the idea. Why? Is that really sticking with you?”

“Mhm, I liked the idea of having a little bit of you with me forever.

“I like that idea too, Sweets,” he places a soft kiss against your lips.

“Now what about voyeurism?” 

c/n: hello babies, if u made it this far I LOVE YOU! leave me a 😈 if u’re here :))) thank you all for the love along this couples journey. I’m not ready to let them go either. I’m thinking of just carrying on with their story? Maybe? Perhaps? But I also have a few other ideas I want to work on! We shall see my loves. Let me know what you’d like to see though! 🩵

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[shankschewtoy]

If you were in the hospital

a/n - I’m in the hospital so this is absolutely perfect 💪 kinda self indulgent sorry

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, sick reader, modern au, I bully kidd even when I’m sick (don’t worry I’m not too sick to bully him)

- this asshole wouldn’t fit through the damn doorway 💀 and he would be the person the other patients were complaining about

- “Um. Nurse? There’s this red haired guy who threatened to kill me earlier?” -random innocent person

- jokes aside, he would stay with you and get you whatever you need. Aggressively.

- “Hey Kidd, I need some water.”

- “NURSE I NEED SOME FUCKING WATER.”

- “Kidd! Ask nicely-!”

- “I NEED SOME FUCKING WATER PLEASE.”

- poor you 😭

- he would try and sleep with you on the bed but his fat ass can’t fit 💀 bro is too big for that

- he would also invite killer if that’s ok with you, killer is a better caretaker than him obviously

- he would be helping the nurses politely and making sure you were comfortable

- Kidd would literally threaten the doctor to come and check on you or else he’d kill his family 😭😭😭😭 pls save this doctor

- when the room gets super quiet, he’d ask the literal most random ass questions so it doesn’t get awkward but it gets more awkward after he asks them

- “Does your ass itch? Mine does.”

- “WTF KIDD?!”

- 💀💀💀💀

- He snores really loud so you’re probably not going to sleep very well, but knowing he’s there with you is comforting at least

- bro wakes up the other patients in other rooms 💀

- if Kidd is there, killer’s there too- they’re inseparable and also Kidd would die if killer and you weren’t there trying to keep this dumbass alive

- killer would be telling Kidd to shut up every five seconds as he should

- all in all, a 0/10 hospital experience, but a 10/10 emotional support experience 👍

- let’s just say this time, he’s not your doctor

- trust me, he’d be there before you even arrive in the ambulance 💀 he has everything you need

- changes of clothes, your favorite blankets, water bottles, stuffed animals, movies, literally everything

- he’d be the one who’s talking with the nurses and telling them what to do 😭 the poor doctor became his subordinate

- it got kind of annoying, but he asks a TON of questions almost every minute or so

- “Are you feeling nauseated?”

- “Dizzy?”

- “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

- “What’s your name, and where are you right now?”

- yeah he’s just worried, go along with it

- he’s the type of guy to literally never leave and just stare at you the entire time, it’s creepy

- “Law, you staring at me is not helping.”

- “I- wha-?! Fine. I’m just worried y/n.”

- “Okok! Sorry- you can stare at me- don’t sulk and turn emo in the corner!”

- “I’m not EMO!”

- “Yeah you kinda are.”

- Law is the definition of emo 💀 he can’t lie about it, and he can’t hide it, it’s just natural

- even if you don’t want to, he’s going to help you walk around the hospital room, just to keep the blood flow going

- he knows that even though you’re not supposed to move around a lot, walking a little bit is good

- law will not sleep at all- he will continue to stare at you as you sleep, it’s creepy 😭

- literally law: 👁️ _ 👁️

- it’s amazing how you were able to sleep with him staring through your soul, I commend you for that

- my man is THE WORST when it comes to you getting sick

- he looks everything up on google and gets the worst results

- “S/o has a horrible stomachache.”

- “Cancer.” -google

- “S/o feels dizzy.”

- “Cancer.” -google

- oml poor ace 😭

- he rushed you to the ER, and almost crashed into 80 cars on the way 💀

- “MOVE OUTTA THE WAY-! Y/N IS SICK MOVE IT!”

- trust me, they moved out of the way

- the doctors hate him because he thinks you have some crazy disease when in reality you just have a really bad flu

- “I’m telling you! It’s appendicitis!”

- “Sir- it’s the flu- please calm down.”

- “I’M CALM.”

- no he’s not 😭

- very confused by the machines

- “IS THAT LIFE SUPPORT?! I KNEW IT! YOU’RE DYING! AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

- “Ace. It’s an IV. It’s so I don’t get dehydrated.”

- “LIFE SUPPORT BECAUSE YOU’RE DEHYDRATED?! ASVJSBDJENDINFKFNFJF!”

- called sabo and started freaking out to him 💀

- “SABO. Y/N IS DYING WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!”

- “Ace I’m sure y/n is not dying. Calm down.”

- “WHY IS EVERYONE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN?! I’M SO CALM RIGHT NOW?”

- you sure abt that ace?

- I can confirm that he is never calm when it comes to your health and safety

- he wouldn’t know what to do, but he’d follow you and stay with you for the entire time, so don’t worry about that

- he’s like law, and would stare at you literally every second that you’re there

- “Zoro you don’t have to stare.”

- “I dunno- what if you start having a stroke?!”

- “I’M NOT OLD IDIOT!”

- my guy doesn’t know that you’re not an old, senile elderly person 💀

- he would fall asleep on you while holding your hand, since he’s been so worried, it kind of exhausts him

- it’s adorable though

- he snores, but it’s cute that he fell asleep holding your hand just tight enough to let you know he’s there with you 💜

- if you ever needed help getting some water, a heat pack for your stomach, or literally anything? He’s got you covered

- but if he has to leave your room for it he might not come back. Ever.

- as you were watching tv about some crash a couple miles away, you saw a green haired guy in the background that looked oddly familiar

- he seemed to be buying a water from a vending machine

- when he turned around you almost broke the tv remote in half

- “ZORO?!”

- nah this idiot 💀 y/n I suggest you put some kind of leash on him

a/n - zoro needs to eat the gps gps no mi 😭

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[c0smicp3ach]

𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑baked love- kento nanami

summary: nanami x gn!reader, cafe/bakery au, curseless au, fluff, first fic pls be nice

words count: 1534

By all means, Kento Nanami was not a late person. He was either extremely punctual or not attending at all. However, somehow, he was running a whopping fifteen minutes late to work. Maybe it was because he took too long to get ready. Or maybe it was because of the new employee at the cafe that caught his eye today. 

Normally, Nanami would stop by his local cafe every Wednesday morning to grab a croissant and a decaf espresso on his way to work. However, when he walked into the bakery, he was not met with the usual mundane employee but rather a new, refreshing face staring back at him.

When you think of Kento Nanami you would think calm, cool, and collected. Yet the blonde salaryman staring back at you is far from that. He was a partially disheveled, blushing mess. Everything you’ve said to him had gone in one year and out the other. The only thing he was able to make out was the 3rd,

 “Can I get you anything, sir?”

Your voice was genuinely music to his ears. Compared to his usually depressing and suffocating life, you were the air he needed to breathe. Regardless of this three-minute encounter, he felt like you were perfect. Angelic even. Returning to his senses a few seconds later, he could tell you his usual order, a croissant and decaf espresso.

 He stepped aside as he waited for you to make his coffee and checked his watch. His encounter with you had already set him back five minutes due to his absent-mindedness when seeing you. If it was anybody else, he would’ve been back on his way to work. He tried not to, but watching you work completely had all his focus. Everything you did was done diligently and cautiously, which he enjoyed dearly. Even the way you, packaged the croissant was done with care. He likes to think that you did it just for him. 

He laughs to himself at how delusional he thinks he’s being. Of course, you have to work carefully; it’s your job-

“Decaf for..Kento?” You announced cheerfully, completely breaking his train of thought. He hesitated before going over to the pickup counter, hoping he could strike up a really quick conversation with the end goal of getting your number. 

He adjusted his tie and brushed his hand over his hair to fix any loose strands. He briefly thought about how ridiculous he was being. He’s known you for ten minutes, practically risking his no-tardy streak, all for someone who has only glanced his way twice (which is part of your job, might he add). Yet, he thinks it would be all worth it in the end if he succeeds. 

He waited for you to notice he was there so you could hand him his drink, and when you did, you gave him a smile that he thought made his knees weak, fingers just gently brushing up against his for a literal millisecond. That alone caused his mind to go blank, ruining his plan of getting your number. 

All he could do was get his breakfast and mumble a brief “thank you” before rushing out the front door. Maybe he could get to work quickly now that his adrenaline was pumping through his body.

He wasn’t sure how he ended up here on a Friday afternoon, but Nanami had convinced himself he needed to order another croissant or maybe even some more coffee. 

Instead of heading home from work after a tiresome day, he found himself standing at the entrance of your cafe. He was a little disheveled since he was trying to make it there before you closed for the night. He honestly thought he wasn’t going to make it in time. He didn’t even plan on coming at all and was in the process of looking for a new cafe to go to, as he didn’t think he could face you without turning into a fumbling mess. 

When he stepped inside the cafe, he realized how empty it was, with you, him, and another patron being the only ones inside.

“Welcome, I’ll be right with you!” You called from the counter, as you were still tending to the other patron’s order. He stayed silent as he waited on his side of the counter for your attention. He used this as his redemption to try to get your phone number again. He adjusted his tie like last time, looked in his phone camera to make sure his hair was presentable. 

By the time you finished helping the other customer, he felt ready. Honestly, it's a little better than ready. Nonetheless, he didn’t take into account that you and he would be the only two in the place.

“What can I get for you?” You smiled. He started feeling his palms sweat, but he had to stay level headed. He didn’t even really know what he wanted to order, but he did know he wanted something he could talk to you about.

“Are the strawberry danishes any good?” Great! Perfect! He could feel himself fighting back a smile as you locked eyes with him. 

“I haven’t tried them yet! However, I personally enjoy any of the croissants.” A person after his own heart. Truthfully, he doesn’t even care for Danishes very much. He just wanted to make conversation. This was going better than he thought. 

“Interesting. Which one is your favorite?” He asked joyfully. He could tell you were a little taken aback, maybe unprepared for anyone to ask for your opinion on the pastries. He hoped you didn’t say the plain ones, as those are the only things he ordered from here. He was hoping you would recommend him something as sweet as he thought you were. 

You thought briefly before deciding, “I think the chocolate ones are out of all of them.”

“Perfect, then I’ll get one of those and a small peppermint tea please.” You nodded as he handed you his card. Handing it back, you went to get started on his order while he went to go mentally freak out near the pick-up counter. All he had to do was say, ‘Can I maybe get your number please?’ It seemed harder than he thought, but as long as everything ran smoothly, he’d be fine. 

Once you were done with his order, he practically bounced in your direction, rehearsing those six words. He took the small bag with the croissant from your hand, 

“I really hope you enjoy these. I am slightly biased since I made these myself, but I think they’re the best croissants in town.” You said with a small laugh. He chuckled, so excited to try your baking.

“I’ll have to take you up on that.” He grinned. Your fingers brushed briefly when you handed him his tea, which had him feeling his heart race for the millionth time that week. All he had to do now before he left was to get your number. He felt his hands dampen again and his heart rate pick up. He was so nervous you would say no that he thought he would be sick.

“Could I maybe-”

“Can I get your phone number?” You had beat him to it. You practically fought back a smile, and he felt his eyebrows nearly lift off his forehead. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” He replied with a grin. Nanami had never felt this way before. He felt his heart flutter when you pulled out a pen and a sticky note to hand to him. You’ve been waiting for him to ask you since the Wednesday he came in. You thought he was handsome and had a charming aura when he approached the counter. You didn’t think he would come anymore this week, as he didn’t stop by yesterday or this morning, so imagine your surprise when he came in forty-five minutes before your shift ended. 

“I’ll text you?” You smiled as he nodded with a smile.

Although his plan didn’t go how he wanted it to, he technically succeeded in a way. When he got home, he felt like he had something to look forward to for the rest of the night. He felt a little uneasy as he wasn’t sure if you were actually going to text him or not.

He constantly checked his phone throughout the night. He had already prepared dinner, but there were no new messages. He was beginning to lose hope as he decided to go and get ready for bed.

As he was exiting the bathroom, he practically felt his heart drop through his stomach as he checked his phone one last night. 

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#jjk kento #kento x reader #kento x y/n #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #kento fluff #nanami fluff #nanami x reader

[clan-ackerman]

---mdni---

but like imagine ridding Dottore tho, thighs on each side of his hips, like ??¿ pls rail me, sir

----

he was busy. you were busy. he had tests and experiments to run. you had mora waiting to be delivered to Northland bank at Liyue on behalf of Pantalone.

you hadn't run into each other for almost a week. you just didn't have time for anything. until...

until you were going down the hall and patienly walking behind Pantalone as he was reciting all the expenses and all the money transfers - all the while you tried to mark them down on the paper in front of you - eyes never leaving it.

"Doctor." Pantalone said curtly passing by. As if that was your cue, you looked up.

"Regrator." Dottore answered in clipped tone, his eyes glued on you. He paused and then addressed Pantalone once more:

"Is your darling assistant awfully busy?" false sweetness was coating his words. His hand reaching for your chin.

"She's not for your experiments, Doctor." Pantalone pushed his hand away from you.

"Oh? Oh, but she is." Dottore leaned down closer to you.

"Miss?" Pantalone looked at you. You swallowed and gave unsure smile:

"It would be unfit of me to answer such question. Whatever you are implicating."

"It seems that my colleague isn't sharing you." Dottore sighed in disappointed and straightened to his full height.

"A shame. Truly." His hand reached to gently touch a piece of your hair and then with curt nod left:

"I must bid you farewell then."

Pantalone nodded and resumed to walk. You reculently followed your boss. Making couple of steps he said:

"You have five minutes. Go." He sent a look at you over his shoulder.

"thank you." You gasped out quietly and dashed into opposite direction, in hopes to chase down certain scientist.

Taking a turn on the right, you called out breathlessly:

"I thought I'm exclusively yours!"

At the other end of the hall, Dottore stopped and turned around to look at you.

"You know that i don't share." He answered, his tone gaining an edge - waiting on where this conversation is going.

"Are you sure? Back there it seemed different to me." you walked up to him.

"You are mine." He looked as you walked closer to him.

"Really?" you teased, now standing in front of him and looking up at his mask.

"Mine to build. Mine to break. Mine to protect." he said quietly.

"Hm? Are you sure?" you raised an eyebrow to mock him, small smirk playing on your lips.

"Mine to hunt. Mine to touch." his voice dropping lower as he slowly pushed his mask back up. His red eyes half lidded as he leaned closer to your lips:

"And exclusively mine to fuck."

"'ttore..." you whispered, your breath fanning over his lips. Just his body this close to yours made you weak in the knees and ready to do whatever he wanted.

----

"Ahh..." You moaned, your head falling back as you held up your skirt with one hand as the other one was trying to steady yourself behind on his thigh.

"Fuck.. that's it..." Dottore swallowed thickly his eyes falling to where you were sliding up and down on his cock.

"...missed you... missed t-this.." you leaned forward, your hair touching his chest.

"come here." Dottore's hand wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you down to his lips, making you place your hands on his naked chest that wasn't covered by the dress shirt that still hang around his shoulders. Your hips now going in slow circles on top of his.

For a moment you just stayed like that - your hips going in circles as one hand was sliding up to his teal coloured hair and messing it up even more - his hand squeezing your hip as other one splayed across your lower back to push you down whenever he thrusted up into you. Your breaths mingling in-between your lips.

"you're mine... aren't you..?" he clenched his teeth as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

"Ahh!" you moaned, voice raising in pitch: "your's 'Torre!"

"good girl." he smirked before his lips landed on yours. He wrapped his hands around you, feet planted firmly against bed as his hips pistoned into yours. Every single one of your moans were swallowed by him:

"i know you can... take it..." he smiled against your lips; groans and moans of his own slipping from his mouth.

"can't... 'torre... Gonna... " you cried out, nearing your orgasm as your head fell to his collar bone.

"eyes on me, princess" Dottore snarled, grabbing fistful of your hair and yanking your head up.

At one point there was a knock on the bedroom door, but you didn't hear it - your senses overtaken by the man beneath you. For a second Dottore's red eyes darted to the door as a wicked smile spread across his face.

Roughly pushing you up by your shoulders, he straightened you up.

"ride me..." he said, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. your hands rested in front of you on his abs, feeling them contract as he was nearing his own orgasm.

His one hand grabbed the hem of your skirt and held it up against your hip as his other gently traced your side and ended up on your clit. Expert finger tips rubbed quick circles, making your thighs tremble at his sides.

Another knock.

Your own moans and Dottore's heavy breaths drowned out all other sound.

"wanna come, sweetness?" He swallowed thickly.

"with you.. only... with you..." you nodded frantically, eyes locking with his. at this given moment they seemed such dark ruby red - almost blood like. if only you'd know that it's his favorite answer.

with sultry smile, Dottore pushed you harder down on his cock.

"do the thing.. i like..." he mumbled as his thumb did quick circles on your clit, alternating between couple of harsher flicks. whenever he did that, you clamped harder around his cock.

"f-fuck... princess..." his hand grabbed your tight.

"'torre ...!" you squeaked out his name. with on last thrust, his back arched off the bed as he came. the warm feeling of his cum and the way he was bitting his lip - triggered your own orgasm as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and trembling thighs locked around his. with one last thrust in your cunt he sent you falling down on his chest.

"Doctor, have you see-" a voice followed the click of the doors.

you froze on top of your lover as your eyes looked up at your boss, who turned on his heel to face away from you two.

in a rush you tried to get off of Dottore, your knee clumsily bumping against the side of his ribs.

"princess..." Dottore hissed beneath you, his hands flying to your hips and securing you in iron grip.

"Miss." Pantalone cleared his throat, back still turned towards you two. You were dieing of embarrassment and grabbing Dottore's fancy lab coat to wrap yourself in something.

"I gave you five minutes." Pantalone scolded.

"Lord.. I-I.." you tried to find words how to explain this. Dottore reached for his mask and put it on - slightly higher on his forehead. with dissatisfied tsk he sat up, swung his legs over the edge of bed and wrapped one strong hand around your waist and lifted you off of his cock just to playfully throw you aside on the bed.

you squeaked at feeling, your hands flying to cover your mouth. sending a devilish smile your way, he stood up and tucked himself away, but not bothering to zip up his pants.

"Your assistant is just too tasty, Regrator. I just had to steal her away for a bit longer. She's such a refined... taste." even though Dottore was speaking to Pantalone, he leaned to place a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Unfortunately, I am a greedy man and don't share what's mine." Dottore straightened and yanked the coat off your shoulders, making you scramble to cover yourself.

Slinging the coat over his shoulders Dottore walked up to Pantalone and guiding him of the room said:

"She'll be ready in five."

As he turned around to close the doors behind both of them, you could see how his hungry eyes disappeared behind that mask that still had lipstick stains on.

#dottore #dottore genshin #dottore smut #dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin Impact dottore #il dottore

[mercurygray]

Hii could I pls request #26 "The smell of Cologne/Perfume on warm skin" for Cord and Bucky? 👀 — @shoshiwrites

She'd never had an issue with the commanding officer before, but Cord was quite sure this was verging on ridiculous.

It was one thing to be told to show up to a party - that was well and good. She could do her hair and fix her dress uniform as nicely as the next girl.

But to be told she had to dance? And with him?

"Don't worry," Major Egan said, obviously just as thrilled as she was with the direction the evening was taking. "I won't get any ideas. It's one dance, not an engagement. In five minutes you can go back to hating me."

The band was playing something by Benny Goodman and of course, no sooner had Harding issued his order but they'd switched to slow songs. It would have been fine if the CO had made the observation that Cord hadn't gotten a dance and left it lie, but then he'd added that he would be damned if chivalry on his base was dead, and ordered his former Air Exec to get the Lieutenant a turn around the floor, and there had been snickers.

Cord had to admit, grudgingly, that she'd wanted at least one dance. But she wasn't partial to the way she'd got it. Or the man she was getting it with.

Benny Goodman was making her think of home, and dances at the Legion Hall downtown and airmen who were away from home for the first time getting anxious about asking the shop foreman's daughter for a dance. Nights that smelled like cheap cologne and gardenias and the faint tang of spilled whiskey, even if the dance was supposed to be dry. She'd gotten her first kiss at one of those dances - Tom, a tall skinny fellow from Indiana. She wondered where he was now, whether he was still flying.

None of that, however, helped her with Egan - or the matter of the next four minutes - but she wanted, in this exact moment, to make sure they got something straight. "I don't hate you, Major."

"Really? 'Cause you got a funny way of showing it."

It was true. She was not the man's biggest fan. John Egan was loud, and frankly full of himself, and the world's most devoted flirt, but she didn't …hate him. That just wasn't true. Disliked, strongly, but not hate.

But how to explain that to him? "The first time we met you called me gorgeous."

He scoffed. "And? It was true!"

Cord felt herself go red. "But you call everyone gorgeous," she pressed on. "A Lieutenant would have been nice. I'm an officer- just like you. I worked hard for it, and everyone seems to forget that." Including the CO, it seems. I'm not just here to be an easy date. "Everyone respects a pilot. It's different for us. If you'd walked all over me…then they all would have. Sir."

John Egan might have been many things, but stupid wasn't one of them - and while he could be loud, he could listen, too. For a moment it was just the two of them and the Goodman in the background. "Seems I owe you an apology, then, Lieutenant. For forgetting my manners. I think I've done okay since?" She nodded. "But I stand by the gorgeous comment," he added, almost forcefully. "A man's allowed to say things that are true. Or am I cutting in on some guy back home?"

Cord suddenly felt a little pale, and extremely mindful of just where they were, and who she was with, and who might be watching them, and the feeling of Egan's hand wrapped around her own, the other decorously between her shoulder blades, the smell of his aftershave musk and faint sandalwood. "No, no… guy back home." Certainly none calling me gorgeous. Dozens of airmen who'd been happy to take a dance or two on a Friday night, but never anything… serious. Not when they were always moving on to something else. "And you?" She asked, trying to be polite.

He chuckled. "No one would have me." His smile was just this side of reckless, and she had a hard time believing what he said. You mean to tell me all the girls in Nebraska don't have eyes? You've never had a problem getting a date here. "And it didn't feel right," he added, almost as an afterthought, "to tie a girl down like that. At least not yet."

"She'll be lucky when you find her, sir."

He murmured assent. "Does this make us square now, then, Lieutenant, or can I expect to keep getting shut out of the tower?"

He was fishing now, and she knew it - the ground between them felt thin and she didn't like the feeling. "I'll keep shutting out anyone trying to be a distraction," she said, as fairly as she could.

He smiled at that, and Cord felt something in her chest soar up seeing that smile before it fluttered back down again. Oh, he's not that charming, girl, some small part of her sneered. You've just been out of the game.

The song wrapped up, and the two of them broke away to clap for the band and go their separate directions. "Do you need a drink?" Ann asked, steering them towards the bar without waiting for the answer.

No, Cord wanted to say, following her friend. But I think I need my head checked.

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #cordelia callaway

[pandoraroid]

listening to vincent's playlist and it is an,,, experience,,,

take this all with a grain of salt pls dont come @ me

to quote a comment from this video: the fact that we know what's coming makes this both terrifying and heartbreaking. couldnt have said it better than myself 😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i love him so much,,, he tries to distract the listener,,, he tries to comfort them so bad soshksjsks HE'S SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING

"do you wanna hold my hand?" HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR? SURE

he is an adrenaline junkie i need a man like him in my life he's just like me fr

"one last ride, right?" NO 👹 S T O P DONT BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

though how is he the only rider they never found??? what how did he get dislodged from his seat or something??? i must be dumb i dont get this all of a sudden 🧍‍♀️

love the intro 😚 the messages on the cassette tapes are so heartwarming and reassuring djgdjdhd

okay that "boo" actually scared the shit out of me is it safe to assume that this is the same amusement park he was in in the previous video?

if that's the case, does he just,,, chill in here at random??? god that is so,,,

"demons(?) are very much real" BRO ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?

"oh i know i'm close. you're welcome" WHEWWWWWW JESUS FUCK LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH

"little one" okay fuck i'm melting YOUR VOICE SIR got me kicking my feet and blushing fr

lovely has an attitude 😁😁 stay strong soldier

he calls them beautiful AND DARLING? even if it was a bit of a throwaway JESUS 🫠

"your safety is paramount" "be safe, little one. good night." why does this make him so much hotter jesus what is wrong with me HE EVEN LEADS THEM BACK TO THEIR CAR (bareminimumenjoyer?!?! me?!?!? look away)

"you're not looking for another paranormal hunk are you? that would break my heart :(" SIR

no seriously why is bro here

"foreplay takes two y'know" SIR

is he getting them to believe in the supernatural what what is his goal,,,

"should i strip down for easier access, doctor?" WRAP IT UP

his voice omfg immelting just imagining the scene,,, onlovely'sbedbeingclosewithhimohmyfuckinggod

he's so goofy for just tapping on his fangs like that lmao

DID HE JUST PIN THEM DOWN TO THE BED WH A T

SIR WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID HE SERIOUSLY NEARLY JUST???? WHA T

"no one has had this effect on me" NO SHIT????

"you're safe with me. i won't lose control." thank you for that but if the next video's title is any clue, that will not age well ( i mean you on the other hand don't get to age at all so 🤷‍♀️ IM KIDDING)

"i'm not going to mess this up." you won't babes (at least i think you wont) i'd give anything to give him a hug or something

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH THIS ISNT MY MAN

oh the warnings 😃 mentally preparing myself now

lovely what the fuck are we doing here

"beautiful little bloodbag" oh hey a pale sleazy talking punchbag

"oh relax i'm just touching you" and if i may touch my fist to your face in a fast and strong way, you're gonna relax then bitch

WAIT DID HE TRANCE US???

i am well aware a human is no match for a vampire but that will not stop my audacity to try which dare i say levels up to his for touching me and talking shit about vincent

"all i had to do was wait for your human brain to make a decision this stupid." it seems that your expired vampiric brain has also made the stupid decision to breathe in my direction

to be fair on vincent, we have met each other exactly two times and neither of us (especially him) could have known how our previous meeting would end. i don't need to be near you for five minutes to know you're a little bitch

DID YOUR CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE DIE WITH YOU THE FIRST TIME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

MY MAN IS HEREEEEE he's not gonna be mad lovely came here is he

HE PUNCHED HIM HAHAHAHA he did it for me fr

HIS VOICE GOD am so weak for him

MAKING OUT WITH US ALREADY??? GOOD GOD

lovely checking on him too ☹️☹️☹️ my goober fr

"i dont think you're gonna like what you found" oh dang you're like me for real

MY MAN

the way he says "little one" will never not get to me omg AND THEN HE SAID BABY IN THAT VOICE??? GOD

vamp eyes go black when theyre hungry(?) got it noted

so lovely got tranced and vincent is needs to feed on them right after???? did i get that right??? GOOD GOD GIVE EM A BREAK???

"i cant drink from your neck... no not yet not like this..." PROPS TO HIM FOR HAVING PROPRIETY LOVE MY MAN FR

"this will mark you as mine" GIVE IT HERE but at the same time ALREADY????

oh good lord he's feeding from our wrists now okay

hang in there lovely patpat u're gonna be okay (i hope they will be VINCENT)

aw those little kisses though

noooooo vincent 😭???

neways,,,

jfc these two put me on a ride (haha get it)

vincent is slowly becoming my new crush 🤭 but jfc lovely better get good u got this babes

will stop here for now bc i need a break 🧍‍♀️ when will i continue who knows

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #exposing myself in this one fr #dont judge me looks away

[shuaestheist]

seven minutes

characters: seungcheol/s.coups, jeonghan (seventeen) summary: "They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in 7 minutes." word count: 1,307 genre: bxb, tragedy content warning: major character death. inspiration: in heaven (jyj)

one.

They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in 7 minutes.

I've always wondered how that would feel. And what I would see. Definitely, I'd see Jeonghan a lot in it, then.

But there's no time to think about that. The sun blares its bright light at me, forcing me to open my eyes and look at the clock. Damn. It's already 8 in the morning. I'm utterly late. And so, I wash up, get my keys and drive to the office, passing by a nearby coffee shop to get my daily caffeine fix for the day.

two.

"Choi Seungcheol," the boss, Jonghyun, calls out my name. "Ah, yes?" I blink at him, pulled out of my daydream about Jeonghan as the quarterly meeting of the company progresses. "It seems like you're not listening to the meeting. Do you feel sick? Wish to be excused?" he says. "A-ah, no, I'm fine, Sir," I say.

All that plagues my mind is the last time we spoke. Jeonghan and I got into a fight recently and I, still, could genuinely not see where he was coming from.

I had no time for him, I didn't care about him. That's all that's coming out of his lips. He probably didn't remember the real reason why I was doing all of this: for him. For me. And for our future.

The thought wouldn't leave my mind, really. Should I apologize? Never mind, it's not even my fault.

The meeting ends with that thought in my head. Only scribbles fill my paper, not one bullet of discussion from the meeting. Damn. I sigh before closing up my notebook and heading to my office.

After a few more hours of work, I drive home. Oddly enough, as I flick on the lights of our shared home, Jeonghan was nowhere to be seen. That's really odd. But instead of worrying, I plopped on my bed, exhausted and sleepy. I'm sure he'll come back sooner or later.

three.

I woke up the next morning to my doorbell being rung. Groggily, I get up and was met by an armful of clingy Jeonghan. Smiling softly, I chide him for being away for so long. In apology, he shows me a bouquet of yellow tulips.

The kind of tulips I gave him on our first date.

Chuckling, I put the flowers where they belonged, on a pretty vase that Jeonghan had made long ago, while hugging him and telling him that we were fine. We are fine. And we will be fine.

We're different, he and I. Choi Seungcheol, a business major. Yoon Jeonghan, an art major. Seungcheol, whose life revolved around numbers and laws and strategies. Jeonghan, whose life revolved around pottery and paintings and aesthetics. No one would ever think that the two of us would ever be a match. But here we are, in a little quaint house, lives set in front of us for the rest of our days.

four.

Our anniversary is coming up, mine and Jeonghan's. I need to think of what to do, really.

Our first anniversary, I took him to Han river. We rode couple bikes there and just basked in the summer sun. We were young back then too, fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.

Lucky me got a good spot in a huge company, so I took him on a fancy date in a high-end restaurant for our second anniversary. We ate the perfect steak, drank the finest wine and listened to the violins and the cellos played by the band I specifically requested for this day.

And now, the third anniversary. What should I do?

I think, staring at Jeonghan's picture on my work desk. What should I do? Where should I take him?

I take out a pen and my notebook, listing down different possibilities. This has to be special, it needs to be.

five.

I tap my fingers on the desk in front of me. This is the day, the day where all my efforts will come into fruition. This is the largest project given to me yet, and I now have to present it to the board for approval.

But I just cannot ignore the blaring red circle that stares at me from my planner. JEONGHAN, it reads. Yes, it's our anniversary today. And yet, I'm stuck here in the office, unable to spend the day with him.

I tried calling him today, but there's no answer. Maybe he's setting up a surprise for me. Or perhaps he's busy and cannot pick up. Or he left his phone at home. Silly Jeonghan. Always forgetting stuff. I chuckle softly, but there's a gnawing feeling in my gut. And it keeps on growing. Something's wrong, I can feel it.

Project proposal? Jeonghan? Project proposal? Jeonghan? Project proposal? Jeonghan?

I hang my head, letting the confused murmurs of the board and the boss roll around me as I weigh out all my options.

Wordlessly, I ran out. Jeonghan. Jeonghan is more important than any of these.

six.

I ran out of the office and into the outside world. Where in the world could he be? Panicking, I look everywhere. I loosen my tie, running along the sidewalks to find him.

Not far off, I see him across the street. He looked so innocent in that moment, carrying a pot with a stalk of sunflower and clumps of baby's breaths. I waved at him but he didn't seem to see or answer me. I wave and shout, but still he didn't see nor hear me.

I look up and it's still a green light. I couldn't cross the street to meet him halfway just yet. And so, I wait for the signal.

However, a student ran through the traffic. A jaywalker, you know. I sigh and shake my head. Irresponsible children, really.

But Jeonghan followed. I look up the signal lights, it wasn't red yet. He followed that stupid jaywalker. The bastard passed through while no car was in sight.

Knowing Jeonghan, he'll take time to cross the road. He's not a big fan of hurrying up, but in that moment he really needed to walk faster. All of a sudden, as I turn my head to the right, a car speeds up along the lane that Jeonghan was currently walking through.

Goddamn it! I throw my tie and blazer to the ground and just ran for it. Unminding of the glares and curses from the drivers, I continued running. Luckily, the car carreens sideways. But there was another car coming right up behind him. Jeonghan, in shock, is rooted to the spot, the pot falling out of his hands and breaking on the asphalt.

But before he could get hit, I pushed him out of the way.

seven.

They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in 7 minutes.

So this is what it feels like. Your memories flashing your whole life in a dreamy sequence. It's painful, really.

I couldn't feel my body anymore, I feel limp. I could feel arms lifting me up and tears pouring like rain over me.

But in that moment, I am happy. I am happy that I got to save him. I am happy that, even in death, I was able to protect him, keeping the promise I made to him when we started going out.

I'm happy that my last memory is of him, even if it's of him crying over me. The feeling of him holding me in his arms is enough for me.

I'm sorry, but I'll leave now. I wanted to say these words, but they can only be expressed by the lone tear that falls from my eye as I breathe my last breath.

I love you, Yoon Jeonghan. Forever.

#seventeen #jeongcheol #jeonghan #seungcheol #angst #i'm sorry #i live for angst #and tragedies #this is an old one #yoon jeonghan #choi seungcheol #s.coups #svt #nrv

[pinkandblueblurbs]

Hello! I'm the cockwarming Hopper anon from last night. Pls pls pls let me know your thoughts on the desk thing. I just want Papa Hop to get stern with me okay that would just BRRRRRRRRR

“We gonna have to stop?” He asks flatly when you squirm and whimper softly for the third time as his cock shifts inside you. Your eyes widen and you tighten your grip in the fabric of his uniform, burying your face in his neck

“No. I’ll be good, I’m sorry.” You murmur. He sighs.

“Last chance, alright? You move again and you’re done.”

“Yes sir.” You reply obediently

You last about five minutes before you’re moving again, and you hear the soft clack of Hopper’s pen ad he drops it on the wood.

“Get up.”

“wait, I’m sorry,” you say in a rush, clinging to him desperately

“Don’t gimme excuses. Get your ass bent over the desk before I bend you over it myself.”

#notsfw.gill #hopper headcanon

[trippedandfell]

“70.) an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other” from the prompts pls!!

sirens in the beat of your heart

buddie | 3.5k | m | ao3 | art thief shenanigans with a side of blowjobs <3

Buck is going to murder someone.

Okay, not actually murder, because Bobby’s got a very strict no killing on the job rule, but. Spiritually, Buck’s about to murder someone.

Specifically, the man carefully detaching hidden wires from the Daubigny landscape hung on the gallery wall, whistling to himself under his breath as he steals the painting - Buck’s painting, the target he’s been sent here to acquire - right out from under Buck’s nose.

“I think I can still get it,” he murmurs into his earpiece, ignoring the two vehement no’s that echo back in response. It’s not like Hen and Chim can actually stop him, parked in the van three blocks away, so really, he doesn’t know why they’re even trying. He’s already come this far, past the party downstairs and the cameras and a really, really, tricky set of silent alarms that had been a bitch and a half to disable. He’s not about to turn back now. 

Buck silences his earpiece, cutting off their protests partway through. There’ll be hell to pay from Bobby later for that move, but right now, Buck can’t bring himself to care. Not when his focus is solely on the man in the middle of the room, carefully removing the painting from the frame as if he isn’t stopping Buck from netting a quarter of a million dollars with every step.

“What are you doing?”

To his disappointment, the man doesn’t even drop the painting, just spooks a little and whirls around, face paling as he catches sight of Buck. This close, Buck can see how clearly gorgeous he is - dark hair and a strong jaw, the faintest smattering of stubble on his cheeks. If they met somewhere else, if they were truly both just guests at the party downstairs, Buck could see himself stealing this man away, spending the night together. As it is, he just settles for taking a step closer, relishing the way the man’s eyes spark a little as he does.

“Private security,” he says finally, slipping a tiny screwdriver back up his sleeve with such finesse that if Buck wasn’t Buck, with a compendium of successful heists spanning four years and thirty-six countries, he would have probably missed it. The man juts his jaw out a little bit, stubborn. “This floor’s off limits to guests, sorry.”

His voice doesn’t waver as he says it, his posture remains perfectly calm. The only dead giveaway is the fact that there’s still a half-exposed wire dangling below the frame behind him, the last piece of the alarm now disabled. It’s a sloppy job, messier than Buck would have done, but he has to admire his ingenuity regardless. He’s seen many a bad thief caught by their own hubris at this stage, unable to wait before snatching their precious cargo right off the wall.

“Security?” Buck moves a step closer, footsteps light on the wooden floor. “I met some of them downstairs. They all have uniforms. Not like,” he pauses, reaches out to pluck at the edge of the man’s tuxedo, carefully fitted to his frame. “This.”

Silence falls over the room, occasionally broken by the sound of laughter from downstairs - a raucous auction, one that both Buck, and, he presumes, the man in front of him, managed to finagle their way onto the guest list for. By Buck’s calculations, he’s got about five more minutes until the cameras come back on, and less than an hour before the auction ends, meaning that he really, really, needs to be getting a move on. 

“I’m undercover,” the man says flatly, turning back to the painting as if Buck’s not even there, like he’s a pesky fly that he can’t quite swat away. “And working. Please return to the party, sir.”

And then, to Buck’s immense shock, he just - continues to lift the painting out of the frame, casual as anything.

“What - you can’t-” Buck splutters, torn between disbelief and anger. “You can’t do that,” he finally hisses, as the man neatly begins to roll the landscape up, slipping it into the lining of his jacket.

The man cocks an eyebrow at him. “I think you’d be a bit of a hypocrite if you told me stealing is wrong, seeing as I’m guessing you’re here to do the exact same thing.” He smiles, slow and lazy. Buck hates how attractive he finds it. “Or are you going to tell me you’re just a fan of the arts?”

Buck is a fan of the arts, thank you very much. He’s also a fan of getting this painting to the buyer Lucy lined up last week. 

“But I was here first,” he says, petulant. The man just shrugs, like what can you do, before procuring a decent-looking fake from his pocket and beginning to slip it back into place. Buck eyes it carefully, the smudged mountains on the left hand side, and barely manages to hold back a snort. 

The man doesn’t look amused. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Buck moves closer and traces his fingers lightly over the fake, now firmly set within the frame. Up close, he can catch even more mistakes, even with his vaguely untrained eye - the too-grey tinge of the clouds, the muddy set of the grass. “Just - you might want to have a word with whoever was responsible for this. Come on, man. You won’t make it two blocks before they realize this isn’t the real deal.”

“That’s more than enough time.”

“Is it?” Buck raises an eyebrow. “That’s well within the window of when they’re able to pull the camera footage and realize my team has looped it. Add that to the guest list downstairs, plus our conspicuous absence…” He mimes an explosion with his hands. “Well. Then we’re both in deep shit, I guess.”

From where he’s connecting the wires again, the man looks like he’s holding back the slightest smile. “Alright then, smartass. What do you suggest?”

His tone might seem light, but Buck can tell he’s genuinely curious - either he’s new to this, or he’s actually worried that they might get caught. Buck hasn’t quite managed to figure out which one it is yet. 

“Use mine,” he shrugs, casual as anything. Ravi’s fake slips carefully from where he’s wrapped it inside of his pant leg, just as beautiful as when Buck first saw it in Bobby’s kitchen that morning. “My guy’s a genius; never been caught before. It’s all yours-” he holds it back, just as the man reaches for it- “if you give me sixty percent of the profit.”

“Sixty?” The man snorts, withdrawing his hand. “That’s a lot of money for someone who didn’t even paint this himself.”

“What can I say?” Buck grins. “I’ve got mouths to feed. A team waiting for payday.”

The man shifts back and forth, hesitant. “I’ll do it for thirty.”

“Thirty?” Buck scoffs. “Fifty, at the least.”

“Forty.”

“Forty-five?” The man nods at that, and Buck resist the urge to fist pump. That’s a lot better than the big fat nothing he thought he was going to get when he first walked in. “Alright, quick. Help me get it off the wall.”

Between the two of them, they make quick work of the old fake, Buck barely resisting his urge to shudder (because, seriously, the colours are just wrong) as Ravi’s perfect duplicate replaces it on the wall. The man fumbles again with the wires after they’re done, and Buck lets him struggle for a second before sighing and bumping him out of the way, deftly reconnecting them without breaking a sweat.

“Thanks,” the man grumbles, something odd flickering over his face for a second before he sticks out his hand to shake. “I’m Eddie, by the way.”

Eddie. Buck runs the name over his tongue, tastes it. They’re in a business where real names are closely-guarded secrets (Buck’s here on the list tonight as some guy named Oliver, after all), but he can’t help but feeling like Eddie’s not lying to him, not now. 

“Buck,” he offers in return, an eye for an eye. If he had his earpiece still on, he’s fairly certain that Chimney and Hen would be yelling at him right now, but. He’s interested in Eddie, honestly. Wants to know more about him. Wants to find out what makes him tick, what makes him blush, what makes him -

He jumps, clears his throat. “We should probably get out of here.”

“Probably,” Eddie murmurs. He’s staring at Buck in a way that makes him squirm, makes him feel like a puzzle that needs solving. “Hey, before we go-”

Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by the thud of footsteps from down the hall, loud and purposeful. Buck shoots a glance over at Eddie, who looks just as frantic as he feels. 

“Shit,” he mutters, scanning the room for any alternate escapes. There’s a window, high in the right corner, but he’s fairly certain that by the time they make it up there, the guards will have found them. “Fuck. Okay.”

“There’s a light on over here!” Someone calls, and the footsteps get louder, closer. Buck can feel sweat forming along his collar, trickling down the back of his shirt. 

“Hey,” he says, an idea - a stupid, reckless, incredibly dumb idea - popping into his head. “Do you trust me?”

Eddie shoots him a confused look. “No?”

Well. He should have expected that. Buck tries again.

“Can I kiss you?”

For a second, there’s nothing but silence, save for the heavy footsteps pounding down the hall. 

“Oh, what the hell,” Eddie mutters, and then grabs Buck by his tie and pulls him in. 

And - oh. Oh. Kissing Eddie is like staring directly into a supernova, like diving off a cliff and not knowing what waits below. Buck’s heart is beating so loudly he swears Eddie can feel it, echoing in his chest, his head, his everything -

Eddie bites on Buck’s bottom lip, and he barely manages to hold back a moan as two guards barrel through the doors, causing them to spring apart in an instant. 

“Sorry,” Eddie murmurs. Buck can’t tell if it’s to him or the men standing in the doorway, looking decidedly unamused with their antics.

Well. Buck may have flunked out of drama school (miserably, twice), but he’s still half-decent at putting on a show.

“Whoops,” he giggles, turning to wrap an arm around Eddie’s side, ignoring the sparks that fly through his body at the touch. “Sorry about that, gentlemen. Got a little carried away.”

“Mm.” Guard #1, a hulking man with a thick handlebar mustache, grunts. He eyes the (thankfully spotless) room behind them, the painting still firmly in place, before returning his beady gaze to the two of them. “This floor’s off limits, boys.”

“Is it?” Buck shoots the guard his best wide-eyed look. Beside him, Eddie lets out the tiniest snort. Buck resists the urge to stomp on his foot. “Shoot, there was no signage on our way up. I’m so sorry about that. I just needed to get this one alone.”

He pats Eddie’s chest, once, twice, and pointedly doesn’t think about how firm it feels under his hand.

“There’s a sign posted on all the stairwells,” Guard #2, tall and ginger, says with a frown. His eyebrows are narrowed, suspicious, and Buck can feel his heart start to pound again in his chest as he meets his scrutinizing stare head-on. 

He’s just about to whip out the fake tears when Eddie speaks up, interlacing his fingers with Buck’s and stroking his thumb soothingly over the back of Buck’s palm, almost like it’s second nature.

“I must have missed it,” he says, and there’s something about the way he says it, so firm and confident, that has Buck believing him, even if he knows it’s a bold-faced lie. “You see, it’s just-” he drops his voice a little, and both guards lean forward, intrigued- “it’s the anniversary of when we first met, today. Four years with this one. And I - I just had to get him alone, I’m sorry. I’ve just been really, really wanting to ask him something for a long time, and it felt like today was the right moment.” He pats his pocket, a little abashed. Guard #1 looks like he’s about to cry all over his hideous facial hair. 

Buck’s still for a moment, stunned, until Eddie’s sharp elbow to his side jolts him back to reality.

“Baby,” he says, laying it on thick. Eddie’s shudder next to him feels all too real. “Oh my god. Really?”

“Really,” Eddie confirms, and he’s staring at Buck’s eyes, and God, Buck knows it’s all an act but he can’t help but lean in anyways, so close to Eddie that he can smell the sharp tang of his cologne -

“Alright,” Guard #2 interrupts, finally. Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand. “Alright. Sorry for the confusion, boys. Let’s get back to the auction.”

Right. The auction. The auction that Buck and Eddie have definitely been attending all night, instead of stealing incredibly expensive artwork from the upstairs foyer of the gallery.

Buck gives the guards his best sunny smile. “Lead the way.”

There’s no time to glance back at the room before the doors click shut, but Buck feels a smile spread back over his face regardless. He knows in his heart that they’ve pulled it off, that once the cameras click back on, the guards will see nothing but an untouched room, the landscape still hung in its place of honour. He only hopes that Hen and Chimney, likely still watching the cameras right now (“this is why you don’t turn your earpiece off, Buck,” Bobby’s voice echoes in his head, chiding), will realize what truly happened.

“Well,” Eddie murmurs, once the guards have deposited them back in the main ballroom with a pointed reminder to stay put, “that was interesting.”

There’s something about the way he says it, low and in his throat, that has Buck feeling nervous for reasons that have nothing to do with the painting stashed in Eddie’s jacket. 

“It was,” he says, humouring him. Around them, people with more money than Buck could ever dream of having swan around the room, champagne flutes clutched tight. A string quartet plays somewhere in the corner, a giant ice sculpture of a swan lightly drips onto a white tablecloth. It’s mesmerizing, intoxicating.

It’s also, compared to the man next to him, incredibly boring.

“Hey,” he says, because - what does he have to lose at this point, really? He wipes his sweaty palms discretely on the sides of his pants. “Correct me if I’m not reading this right, but I - uh. I saw a coat closet, just down the hall to the left.”

There’s a smile playing at the edge of Eddie’s lips. “That so?”

“Mm,” Buck agrees, taking a step back. “So, I’m just going to, uh. Check it out. And maybe, if you feel like it, you could - join me. In like, a minute or two.”

He turns on his heel before he can see Eddie’s reaction, slinking through the crowds with a polite smile. God, this was so stupid. He’s had bad ideas, but this one definitely tops the list. Eddie probably won’t even find him, will just ditch-

He’s barely gotten settled in the coat closet, no more than twenty-four seconds later, when Eddie pushes open the door and strides in, catching Buck’s lips in a bruising kiss before he even has a chance to react.

“I couldn’t wait a whole minute,” he says, and Buck hears the distinct sound of a lock sliding into place before Eddie’s pawing at the edges of his jacket, muttering at him to “off, off, get it off-”

Buck acquiesces, dropping it to the floor without complaint as Eddie shucks his as well, his body a firm line against Buck’s as he leans back in. Buck takes a moment to wrestle Eddie’s dress shirt out of the back of his pants before sliding his hands up the broad planes of Eddie’s back, relishing the way Eddie shudders under his touch.

“Fuck,” Eddie murmurs, pressing kisses down the line of Buck’s jaw as he unbuttons Buck’s shirt with one hand, movements sharp and purposeful. Buck hisses as Eddie’s nail catches on the soft flesh of his stomach, and he mutters a quick “sorry, sorry,” before continuing, so quick that Buck’s fairly certain a few of his shirt buttons are now somewhere on the coat room floor. He can’t find it in himself to care. 

This close, he can feel Eddie against him, can feel the steady line of his cock against Buck as he keeps kissing, moving from Buck’s jaw to neck and down his chest, finally dropping to his knees in front of Buck with a thud, a silent question in his eyes. 

“Yeah,” Buck manages to get out, and then Eddie’s reaching past the waistband of his pants and pulling out his dick, already swollen and glistening with precome. He shudders a little bit as Eddie runs one finger down the length of it, stopping for a second to play with the tip before continuing his ministrations. “Holy fuck, you fucking tease, just blow me already.”

Eddie grins at him, all sharp teeth in the dim lighting. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He takes Buck in one deep moment, throat bobbing for a second as he centres himself before he begins to move, eyes never leaving Buck’s own as he goes. Buck’s helpless to do anything but grab a fistful of Eddie’s hair and lean back against the wall, legs suddenly weak and traitorous.

“Holy shit,” he gasps out, face half-buried in some ridiculous fur coat as Eddie swirls his tongue around the head of Buck’s cock, so gentle that he can hardly believe this is the same man that he met not half an hour ago in the gallery. “Holy fuck, I - ah.”

Eddie pulls off of Buck’s dick with a wet pop, and Buck nearly whimpers at the loss. “Quiet,” he reminds, pinching the inside of Buck’s thigh, light as anything. Buck pouts all the same, and Eddie laughs. “You’re such a baby.”

“I wasn’t the one that got half hard in the gallery earlier,” Buck grumbles, because he had seen Eddie, seen the way Eddie’s eyes went dark the second that Buck called him baby. “Do other names work on you as well? Sweetheart, honey, darling-”

“Shut up,” Eddie mutters, but he’s blushing bright red, leaning his head against Buck’s thigh, so close that Buck can feel the hot puffs of breath against his skin.

“Baby,” Buck finishes, and is instantly rewarded with Eddie’s mouth back on his cock, slower this time, taking him inch by inch. With his other hand, he shoves Buck’s pants further down, cups his balls roughly. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re good at that.”

He can feel Eddie’s grin around his dick, small but there as he takes Buck deeper, so deep that Buck nearly cries. There’s heat building deep in his stomach, low in his gut, turning his body syrupy slow. 

“I’m close,” he warns, and Eddie just nods, hollowing his cheeks. That’s all Buck needs to send him over the edge, spilling into Eddie’s mouth with a groan that borders on obscene. 

Eddie pulls off slowly, wiping the tiniest bit of come from the corner of his lips. “You okay?” He asks, and only then does Buck realize how wobbly his legs are under him, shaking under the weight of keeping his body upright. 

“More than okay,” he promises, yanking his pants back up around his waist. He can see the outline of Eddie’s cock, pants tented slightly in the front, and he reaches out an offering hand. “Can I-”

Eddie shrugs him away, stepping back and sliding his jacket back on in one fluid motion. His shirt’s still untucked, lips impossibly kiss-swollen, but Buck doesn’t bother pointing it out. People like him - like them - know enough to always be conscious of how they look, the impression they give to the world. 

“I’m fine,” he says finally, his voice sounding hoarse - wrecked. “You can get me next time.”

Buck wrinkles his eyebrows, confused. “Next time? But-”

But I won’t see you again, he feels like saying, although it’s far too desperate to ever actually leave his lips. Eddie seems to understand, however, if the way he pulls Buck into another kiss, long and deep, is any indication.

“Next time,” he promises, and then he’s gone, slipping out of the room without another word. Buck’s about to run after him, to complain - they had a deal earlier, after all - when a flash of something on the ground catches his eye. Or, rather, two somethings.

He unfurls the canvas first, grinning like a fool as the painting - the original, authentic painting - materializes before him. There’s a note tucked in the corner, scrawled hastily on the back of a napkin:

Still expecting that 55% you promised. Give me a call anytime. 310 - 555 - 4312.

-E

Buck’s horrifically late to check in with Hen and Chimney. He’s almost certainly going to get an earful from Bobby once he makes it home. At some point, he’ll have to tell his team that they’re losing out on a lot of money from this sale. 

Still, as Buck leaves the gallery once and for all, the painting tucked carefully in his pocket next to Eddie’s note, he can’t help but smile. 

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#911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #911 fox #buddie fanfiction #myfic #cole.txt #first time writing smut in literal ages so. pls be gentle #one of these days i'll have a prompt fill that doesn't run away from me but today is not that day #thank you anon for the prompt btw apologies for not completely following it xoxo #asked and answered

[clavissionary-position]

My two main shower thoughts today were

The Royal Palace Minstrel following Cyran around while singing "Sir Cyran the Red," and Cyran being like "Pls stop I have more than one distinguishing feature you know :("

Sariel inspecting something in the palace cathedral except he's confused for being the priest and people start lining up to confess their sins to him. So he just gives in, sits in the booth and completes crossword puzzles while shy Keith comes back every five minutes to confess his tiny, over-thought sins (I'm also having deja vu and wondering if I just regurgitated someone else's idea)

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri cyran #ikepri sariel #ikepri keith #Sir Cyran the Red

[abandoned-by-destiny]

Chapter 3

fic masterlist // series masterlist // previous chapter // next chapter

Relationships: Commander Wolffe/fem!Jedi!OC (it’s about the slow burn y'all)

Rating: Mature (this fic as a whole is still Explicit/18+ so if you are a minor pls GTFO)

Tags/Warnings: death, corpses, blood, injuries, canon-typical violence (listen it's the Malevolence Arc, you know what's about to happen)

Word Count: 6k (ahahahahha i know i know alright)

divider by: @djarrex

Location: Escape Pod in Abregado Airspace // Year: 22 BBY // Five Hours Post-Malevolence Attack

It’s the silence, Lyra’s decided. Space has always been quiet, but the quiet doesn’t bother her. The silence, though. 

Lyra stares up at the ceiling of the escape pod that she’s stuck in, laying on the floor. She’s enjoying the artificial gravity, for as long as she can. She’s going to have to turn it off in approximately fifty-five minutes, to reserve power for the life support system. Air to breathe is more important than gravity.

Lyra refuses to look out the viewport of the escape pod. If she could cover it, she would. She already knows what’s floating past the glass, bumping into her escape pod every few seconds. She doesn’t need to keep seeing it. She resists the urge to look at the chrono on her wrist. She’s pretty sure it’s still been five hours, seven minutes, and approximately thirty-six seconds since… since Malevolence.

Location: The Triumphant in Hyperspace // Approximately Five Hours Earlier

“That’s why your name is Stitches?” Lyra all but yells across the medbay at the clone medic in question. Stitches shrugs his shoulders while spinning a stylus between his fingers as he avoids doing the inventory Lyra asked him for earlier. 

“It made sense and I thought it was funny.” Stitches smiles as Lyra rolls her eyes. The large ship shudders slightly and they both look around. “Feels like we just dropped out of hyperspace. Shouldn’t you be on the bridge?” Lyra huffs and stands up, walking over to the supply tower in the center of the large medbay. 

“Plo doesn’t need me up there. Besides, Commander Wolffe doesn’t want me anywhere near that bridge. He made that very clear.” Lyra looks at her own datapad and starts doing the inventory herself, as she does her best to keep her feelings to herself. She reaches up and taps her earcomm twice, tuning into the bridge’s surveillance system so she can hear Plo and Wolffe. 

“-large energy reading from the target, sir.” Lyra’s fingers still in the bin full of gauze as she hears Wolffe speaking. 

“They found it.” She whispers and Stitches looks up from across the room. 

“The weapon?” He asks, standing up finally and walking towards her. She nods and transfers the audio to her wrist comm so Stitches can listen with her. 

“Open fire.” Plo’s voice sounds calm, but Lyra can detect the slightest undercurrent of fear. 

“We’re not in range yet, sir.” Wolffe replies and Lyra feels a tremor in the Force. The hair in her arms stands up and she suddenly senses a strong urge to run. She grabs Stitches wrist, who balks in surprise.

“Brace for impact!” Plo is now clearly shouting, but his warning is too late. All the power in the medbay flickers and then shuts off. Stitches runs to the doors and holds them open, because the power loss causes a quarantine shutdown in the medbay. Lyra bolts to the bacta tanks and tries to turn on the emergency generator, with no luck. The doors slide back open, and Stitches turns to face Lyra and panic wipes across her face.

“The shields.” She almost whispers it, but Stitches hears her. 

“-as left us defenseless!” Wolffe’s voice shouts from Lyra’s wrist, her comm barely holding on to the signal. “They’re tearing us apart, one by one.” He finishes as a loud crashing sound echoes from somewhere.

“The other ships in the fleet…” Stitches trails off as Lyra starts thinking about the two teams of medics under her command on the other two ships. She starts to reach for them in the Force when a wave of death almost knocks her off her feet. She stumbles backwards and Stitches catches her. 

“Quickly! Into the pods!” They both hear Plo shout before Lyra’s comm finally fizzles out. Lyra grabs Stitches by the arm and they both start sprinting. Lyra can see red hot fissures start to appear in the hallway as they run.

“We’re running out of time!” Lyra yells as they sprint around the corner. There’s only one pod left and that’s when Lyra remembers that the pods have to be launched from an exterior control panel. The moment the thought enters her mind, she’s lifted off the ground. She lands on her hands and knees on the inside of the pod, and turns to see Stitches already closing the hatch. “No!” Lyra shrieks and tries to stop him, but it’s too late. She slams into the hatch, tears streaming down her face. Stitches looks down at the control panel and then back up at her. 

“Keep my brothers safe for me, vod’ika. Okay?” He says something in a different language and hits the panel. Lyra watches through her tears as her escape pod is jettisoned from the ship. Barely a second later, the Triumphant explodes in front of her eyes. 

She can see bodies being flung into open space by the force of the explosion. She turns away from the small viewport at the back of the pod and looks through the large viewport at the front.

It takes her a moment to realize that the noise she’s hearing is a scream from her own throat. Her entire focus is locked on the view out her front viewport. 

Clones. Soldiers. Men she was responsible for keeping alive. Floating. Suffocated. Dead by the thousands.

Lyra collapses, sobs ripping from her throat. She pounds her hands against the durasteel grate of the floor in frustration and anger and grief. She tears at her robes, gashing holes in them.

Location: Escape Pod in Abregado Airspace // Two Hours Post-Malevolence Attack

It takes her two hours to stop crying. To pull herself off the floor and start taking inventory of her supplies. 

Location: Escape Pod in Abregado Airspace // Three Hours Post-Malevolence Attack

It takes her another hour to mask her power supply and set up an emergency beacon. The power supply was already damaged from the energy pulse that shut down the Triumphant, but mechanics were never her strong suit. She realizes that she’s running out of power and so she starts planning how much longer she thinks she can survive in this tiny pod. She sits next to the transmitter for longer than she will ever admit, praying to hear a voice. 

She doesn’t.

Location: Escape Pod in Abregado Airspace // Four Hours Post-Malevolence Attack

It is four hours, nine minutes, and about twelve seconds after the Triumphant explosion when the pod hunters find her. She channels her grief into the Force and rips the droids apart with frightening ease. She can feel a crackling of electricity in her veins, and a terrifying low voice whispering in the back of her mind about how good it feels to unleash her anger. 

Lyra lays down on the floor afterwards and closes her eyes. She reaches a mental hand out to the Living Force, away from the voice in the back of her mind. 

“I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.” Lyra whispers into the air.

The Living Force envelops her and she swears she can feel cool fingers run across her brow and down her cheek. A few tears slide out of her eyes and pool in her ears as she feels the warm light radiate through her mind, casting out the low voice. She lets the light radiate down through her whole being, physical and spiritual, as she falls into meditation.

Location: Escape Pod in Abregado Airspace // Six Hours Post-Malevolence Attack

Lyra stays in meditation until her chrono beeps; telling her it’s officially time to turn off the artificial gravity. She sits up and sighs as she tears a long strip of fabric from the bottom of her tunic. She ties one end around her ankle and the other around the back of the pilot’s chair. She wastes time double checking that her emergency beacon is still active and waits for a few seconds to see if she hears a voice. 

She doesn’t. 

She pushes a few more buttons to redirect the leftover power from the artificial gravity to her oxygen recycler and takes one more deep breath. She relishes the feeling of her feet on the ground, of her weight being anchored to something, and flips the switch. Her body floats up in the air, and Lyra tries to center herself when she remembers that she can’t do that without gravity. The tether on her ankle pulls taut and Lyra is left floating mostly horizontal in the center of the escape pod. Her loose robes drift around her body, blocking her vision. 

Lyra closes her eyes and feels the tears float off her cheeks as she starts crying again. How did she get here? How had this become her life? Could Yoda have been right all those years ago? She hears the echo of his voice in the back of her mind, at the center of all her insecurities.  

“Ready to be a Jedi, she is not.” 

“Not fit for service, you are.”

“Being attached to them, caring for your family means, youngling. Forsake these dangerous attachments, you must.” 

She brings a hand up to wipe away her tears, and accidentally catches a glimpse of what is outside the front viewport again. Lyra’s silent tears turn into hiccupping sobs as she sees Stitches’ body thud into the glass once, and then twice before drifting out of sight. Stitches had no choice in being on the ship today. None of the clones did.  

Lyra tries to calm her breathing down by praying for all the men she lost today. That’s the last thing she remembers doing before drifting off to sleep.

Location: Scout Ship in Abregado Airspace // Eight Hours Post-Malevolence Attack

Lyra blinks awake and winces away from the bright light shining through the pod’s viewport. She realizes that she’s facedown on the floor, and as she tries to sit up, she hears the screech of metal being pulled apart from her left. 

“General?” Lyra hears a voice she doesn’t recognize as she feels a cool hand brush across her forehead and down the side of her face. Lyra’s nose erupts in pain as she speaks, and she registers for the first time the amount of blood pooled on her face. Her vision is blurry, nothing but shadows moving around as she tries to reach out for whoever found her. 

“Stitches?” Lyra manages to get the name out as she feels two arms lift her up and start carrying her out of the escape pod. 

“You might need stitches, Naberrie, but you definitely need some water and oxygen.” A new voice says, and it takes a moment before it sinks in. 

“Skywalker?” Lyra feels her body get laid down on a table. “Why are you dead?” She hears him snort as her vision slowly returns, and she looks down to see an IV in her arm and a medical droid hovering over her. “Holy shit.” Lyra’s head hits the pillow as she stares at the ceiling in shock. 

“Language, Lyra, small ears are in the room.” Lyra turns her head to see Anakin Skywalker leaning against a counter across a very small room. He’s smiling, but Lyra can feel the worry radiating from him and from someone else. Lyra shifts her head to see a small Togruta girl standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. 

“Small ears, Master?” The girl speaks and Lyra can hear a hint of Anakin’s own signature sarcasm in her voice. 

“Zip it, Snips.” Anakin’s response is drenched in the aforementioned sarcasm. Lyra brings her hands up to her face to wipe away her tears, but winces when her fingers brush against her nose. It’s then that she realizes the liquid pooling under her eyes isn’t tears, it’s blood. “I’d hold off on touching your face, at least until the droid sets your nose.” Lyra bats away the hands of the meddroid and sits up on the bed. 

“I can set my own nose, Skywalker.” Lyra tries to sound strong, but even she can hear the quiver in her voice. The girl in the door takes a few steps forward, arms slightly outstretched as if to catch Lyra if she falls. Anakin huffs and takes two big steps across the room.  

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.” He looks like he wants to say more, but a glance over his shoulder at the girl stops him. “Ahsoka, go back to the cockpit and see if we’re picking up any more emergency signals.” Lyra turns to watch her as the girl, Ahsoka, perks up at being given a job. 

“Yes, Master!” She chirps and darts out the door. Lyra raises an eyebrow. 

“And Padme would have my head if I let you set your own broken nose.” Anakin finishes his thought once his Padawan is out of earshot. 

“Or something else.” Lyra concedes and cracks a smile at Anakin’s offended gasp. “I still can’t believe they gave you a Padawan.” She says under her breath and is met with a sharp burst of pain. “Ow!” She flinches away from Anakin’s fingers and grabs her newly set nose. “That was uncalled for.” She mutters as she runs her fingers at the edges of the jagged cut across the bridge of her nose. Anakin shrugs indifferently at her pain and holds his hands out again. 

“Let me heal you up.” Lyra backs away and raises her eyebrows again. 

“You don’t know how to Force heal.” Anakin sputters at her sentence. 

“It can’t be that hard.” He brushes away her concern.

“It can literally kill you if you do it wrong– Hey!” Lyra starts to pull back again as Ahsoka comes back to the door. 

“Master? There’s a comm for you.” Anakin straightens up and makes one last face at Lyra before leaving the room. “Do you need anything?” Ahsoka’s voice is kind and Lyra can’t help but smile.  

“Can you find a mirror and bring it to me?” Lyra asks and Ahsoka takes a moment to search the room and brings Lyra a small mirror and two packages of something. 

“We don’t have a lot on board, because this is just a scout vessel, but these should help!” Ahsoka starts to unwrap a package of towels to clean off the blood and Lyra sees the small container of dermobacta next to her.  

“This is perfect, thank you.” Lyra gratefully takes the wipes and clears the pooled blood from under her eyes. 

“I can assist you.” The meddroid speaks up from next to Lyra’s bed, but she waves it off.  

“A shock blanket would be nice.” She smiles at the droid who spins away towards a cabinet. Lyra takes the mirror and holds it up so she can get a good look at the gash on her nose. She rests her fingers against the gash and closes her eyes. 

“I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.” Lyra starts chanting and she feels the familiar warmth bloom through her body. She focuses on the cut, stitching the edges down and encouraging the growth of the scar tissue. She hears Ahsoka’s voice join her on the last refrain of her prayer.  

“I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.” Lyra opens her eyes to see the last few sparks of golden energy fade away from the now pink scar cutting across her nose.  

“Not bad.” Lyra wipes the last few traces of blood away and turns to see Ahsoka watching her with wide eyes. 

“I’ve only ever seen Healer Allie do that.” She whispers and Lyra cracks a smile.  

“I’ll teach you a bit, if I get the chance.” Lyra nudges Ahsoka with her shoulder as she hops off the exam table. Lyra pulls the shock blanket from the meddroid’s hands and wraps it around herself. “Let’s go find your master.” Ahsoka smiles at the offer and leads Lyra to the cockpit.  

“I decided we couldn’t just give up on Master Plo, Healer Naberrie, or their men.” Anakin says as Lyra and Ahsoka enter the cockpit.  

“A noble gesture, Anakin. But the council feels your nobility may put others in danger. Please listen to me, Anakin. Return at once.” The hologram of the Chancellor implores Anakin as Ahsoka sits back down in the copilot chair. Lyra leans against the doorway and does her best to hide her surprise at Anakin being on a first name basis with the Supreme Chancellor.

“Yes, Excellency.” Anakin nods and the holo flickers off. Ahsoka looks shocked at Anakin’s response. “Time to go, Ahsoka.” Lyra doesn’t move from the doorway. 

“We have to stay!” Ahsoka gestures out towards the viewport. “We found Healer Naberrie, Master Plo has to be out there.”  

“Ahsoka,” Lyra pipes up from behind them, “I want to believe Master Plo’s alive more than anyone, but I just--” Ahsoka spins away from her and grabs onto the controls. 

“I know he’s alive! I can sense it.” Ahsoka says firmly as she flips a switch and starts piloting the ship herself. Lyra slams into the opposite side of the doorway as Ahsoka swerves the ship through the debris field. 

“Ahsoka!” Anakin shouts as he is tossed from his chair to the floor, away from his own controls. Lyra can barely hear him over the ringing in her own ears and the screech of R2 as the small astromech slides across the cockpit floor. Ahsoka rights the ship a few moments later and Lyra feels the equivalent of a flash of blinding light in the Force. 

“There!” Lyra shouts, pointing her finger in the direction of the flash. Ahsoka swings the ship around again, and through the viewport they see Master Plo and two clone troopers outside an escape pod, with another figure inside. Anakin makes it back to his seat and takes control of the ship back from Ahsoka. 

“Ready tow cable.” He says, the exhaustion clear in his voice. Ahsoka jumps up from her seat and runs to the back wall. 

“Cable loaded, Master.” Ahsoka beams as Anakin gets them in position. She fires the tow cable and turns to Lyra, her excitement flowing off of her in waves. “C’mon!” She takes off at a run down the short hallway to the cargo bay. Anakin stops at the doorway and puts his hand on Lyra’s shoulder. 

“She reminds me of you.” Lyra quips out, her breath still heavy and her ears still ringing.  

“Don’t have to tell me that.” Anakin huffs out under his breath as Ahsoka opens the door. 

“Are you okay, Master Plo? There's someone in the pod!” Lyra brushes Anakin’s hand off her shoulder at Ahsoka’s words and leans against the wall to make it to the doorway. Ahsoka is kneeling on the floor next to Plo, who is coughing on the ground. 

Lyra reaches a hand out towards the escape pod and tears off the viewport as two troopers slide off the top. Commander Wolffe falls forward and starts coughing. Anakin rushes forward and catches him before he hits the ground. Lyra leans against the door, stars finally starting to fade from her vision and the ringing in her ears starting to slow. Anakin turns to the meddroid as it gently pushes past Lyra to enter the airlock.

“Will they be alright?” Anakin directs his question to the droid, but before the ancient machine can answer, Lyra pipes up.

“Their suits are pressurized, which should have offered some protection, but they’ll need Force healing or a medical frigate for recovery.” At the sound of her voice, Plo pulls away from Ahsoka’s hug and looks up at her. 

“Lyra.” His voice is gravelly and Lyra takes a few steps forwards and drops to her knees next to Ahsoka. 

“Master.” She whispers, and then reaches forward to pull him into a hug. Plo wraps his arms around her and squeezes tightly, and Lyra can feel the tears finally starting to pool in the corners of her eyes.

“I‘ve been so worried.” Plo says, not breaking the hug. “Were there any other survivors?” Lyra pulls away and wipes at the corners of her eyes, feeling much more like a scared Padawan than a General in an army.

“We couldn’t find anybody else. I was alone in my pod.” Lyra feels Ahsoka’s hand rest on her shoulder as Plo takes a good look at Lyra. He raises a hand and hovers a few fingers over the fresh scar on her nose, sighing.

“The hunters must have destroyed the rest.” A weak voice says, and Lyra turns her head to see Commander Wolffe leaning against the pod with the other two troopers. 

“I’m sorry, Master Plo.” Ahsoka says, and Lyra winces slightly. She rises from her knees and walks over to the three clones as Anakin and Ahsoka usher Plo away to the cockpit. Lyra takes the blanket from her shoulders and wraps it around Wolffe. He barely moves. 

“We need the rest of the shock blankets. And any extra oxygen you have on board.” Lyra turns to the meddroid and rattles off the things she needs. It turns and walks back into the hallway, leaving Lyra alone with the three troopers, the last remaining troopers of the 104th. Wolffe won’t make eye contact with her, but the other two are looking at her expectantly. Lyra remembers briefly, the meeting she had when her and Plo joined the 104th, and got introduced to all the commanding officers. “It’s Boost and Sinker, right?” She asks and then two men take off their helmets. 

“Yes, sir.” Boost replies. Lyra winces slightly at the honorific.

“Please, just call me Lyra.” She asks and reaches out her hands for both men. “May I?” They look confused, but reach out a hand and grab onto her. Lyra feels the Force humming through their bodies and closes her eyes. “I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.” She chants the phrase as she pushes the Living Force through their forms, boosting the production of hemoglobin to increase oxygen intake and sealing up any wounds or bruises they had. They both take deep breaths and settle back against the pod as Lyra finishes her chant and opens her eyes. 

Boost and Sinker both have their eyes closed, but Wolffe is looking at Lyra. She turns as the warm glow fades from her hands and arms, and sees Wolffe looking at her with his mouth slightly open. She kneels in front of him, and reaches for his shoulders when the lights in the airlock flicker off.

“Hey, what’s with the lights?” Boost calls out to the meddroid as it reenters the room. 

“The power’s gone out.” Wolffe says, sitting up straighter. “Maybe that ship has returned. We should get up to the bridge.” He tries to push off the ground, but falls back against the escape pod.

“Absolutely not. You’re too weak.” Lyra stands again, determinedly ignoring her own shaky rise. She walks over to the meddroid and shuts it off, and lifts the supplies out of its arms. “I’ll go see what’s going on.” She places the blankets and oxygen tanks on the floor between the three men and starts walking back towards the hallway. She opens the door as she hears Ahsoka’s voice carry through from the cockpit.

“They’re coming back!” She sounds nervous and Lyra sees Anakin tighten his grip on the flight controls. 

“We’ve got to get the power back on, now!” Ahsoka jumps up at Anakin’s words and starts turning the ship back on. Anakin turns over his shoulder to see Lyra in the doorway, and shouts. “Brace yourselves back there!” 

“On what?” Lyra shouts back, gripping the door frame as Anakin swings the ship around. 

“Anything!” He yells over his shoulder, “R2, program the navicomputer. Get ready to get us out of here!” He turns his head to shout at the astromech and Lyra watches his face fall.

“You for-got.” Lyra hears Ahsoka sing the words at Anakin and then drop into a deadpan. “We turned him off.” Lyra ignores the look Anakin gives Ahsoka and turns back to the clones. 

“How are you feeling?” She directs her question at the two clones she had already healed. They had both stood up at Anakin’s shout. 

“Better.” Sinker says, and Boost nods in agreement. 

“Good. Can you help him to the side closet?” She gestures towards the Commander still on the ground. “I can heal him once we get up there.” They both nod silently and hoist Wolffe up onto their shoulders. Lyra slides to the side so they could get through the door before her and takes one last look at the two escape pods in the airlock before closing the door behind them. They deposit Wolffe on the same small cot and step aside for Lyra. Wolffe tries to stand up, but falls back onto the cot. The two troopers rush to grab his shoulders but Lyra beats them to it. 

“Will he be alright?” Sinker asks. Lyra looks at him.

“Yes. I promise.” He doesn’t look very sure as his eyes flick back to his unconscious Commander. Lyra takes a step towards him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I promise, Sinker.” She repeats, and Sinker inhales deeply.

“Of course, sir.” He says and Lyra flinches slightly at the honorific.

“Just Lyra, please. We’re all the same here.” She squeezes his shoulder. “Sinker, can you take Boost and head up to the cockpit? I’ve got everything handled here.” Sinker lets out a deep breath at her words and nods. “Thank you.” She says as both men leave the room. She turns back to Commander Wolffe on the bed, trying again to sit up.

“They need me.” Wolffe breathes out, barely making it through the sentence. Lyra pushes him gently back onto the cot.

“You’ll be no help to them now. Let me heal you.” Wolffe flinches away from Lyra’s hands and she sighs. “Commander, I’m just trying to help.”

“I’m fine.” Wolffe says gruffly, weakly batting away Lyra’s hands. Lyra huffs again. 

“Commander, you are not fine. You just spent eight hours in an escape pod with a failing life support system and barely any gravity.” Wolffe stops fighting and his hands fall to his chest.

“What would you know about it?” Lyra closes her eyes at Wolffe’s question and takes a deep breath.

“Because my escape pod had no gravity and I was alone.” She whispers, and Wolffe’s eyes go wide. 

“General…” She places her hands on his shoulders as he looks up at her with regret and another emotion she can’t place. 

“I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.” Lyra chants the words and feels a pulse from the Living Force in the room around her. She’s done a lot of healing today, and she has to focus hard to keep her own life force out of the stream of energy she’s using to heal Wolffe. The noise from the ship is distracting her.

“Master?” She hears Ahsoka sound nervous and almost afraid and her grip on the Living Force slips for a second. R2 is beeping furiously as Lyra feels the ship jolt into hyperspace. “We’re clear!” Ahsoka calls out again and Lyra’s grip slips again. 

“Damnit.” She mutters and loses her grip entirely. Lyra scrambles to pull away, to pull her life force away from Wolffe’s injuries. She claws at her life force, and feels her mind going fuzzy.

“..for that. She always said you guys would pull through.” Lyra hears Anakin’s voice faintly, like he’s far away from her. 

“General?” She opens her eyes to see Wolffe, looking significantly better than before, practically holding her up. 

“General Plo said someone would come for us. We’re glad he was right.” Lyra hears one of the other troopers, Boost she thinks, as they all crowd around the door to the room. Lyra finally pulls all her energy back into herself and lifts her hands from Wolffe’s shoulders. 

“Lyra!” Wolffe lunges for Lyra but he’s too late as she falls to the floor. The last thing Lyra sees is the three troopers hovering over her as her vision goes black.

Location: Republic Medical Frigate in the Ryndellian System // Three Days Post-Malevolence Attack

Lyra wakes up in a bed that she doesn’t recognize, and she feels terrible. She goes to say something, but her mouth feels dry as a bone.

“Water?” She manages to croak out and someone lifts a straw to her lips. She drinks greedily and then opens her eyes. “Padme?” Her older sister smiles and sets the water cup down on a tray next to Lyra’s bed. 

“It’s nice to see you awake.” Padme reaches up and brushes a curl of hair off of Lyra’s forehead. 

“What are you doing here?” Lyra still can’t quite wrap her head around the idea that her sister is next to her bed. “Where is here?” Padme laughed and scooted her chair closer to Lyra.

“A medical frigate in the Ryndellian system. You passed out after the hyperspace jump back to the fleet.” Padme explained and then hesitated. 

“Padme,” Lyra said quietly, raising an eyebrow. “How many days ago was that?” Padme sighed.

“Three.” She looked over at Lyra with a grimace on her face. “These frigates got attacked, I think. I wasn’t actually here for that part.” Lyra let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes. “I was headed back to Coruscant from Naboo when my ship got intercepted by Grievous.” Lyra’s eyes shoot open and she tries to sit up. Padme puts a hand on her shoulder and eases her back down to the bed. “I’m okay. 3PO and I snuck off our ship before they boarded, and then Anakin and Obi-Wan came to rescue me.” Padme explains, rubbing Lyra’s shoulder with her thumb.

“Speaking of Skywalker, where is he?” Lyra asks, taking Padme’s hand off her shoulder and holding it. 

“Somebody ask for me?” Lyra groans at the sound of Anakin’s voice as she turns her head to see him sauntering into the room. “Naberrie! You’re awake!” Anakin smiles as he pulls up a chair next to Padme, trying and failing to keep a respectable distance between the two of them. Lyra rolls her eyes again and looks around the room; it’s empty except for the three of them and one powered off meddroid.

“Just kiss already, Force. There’s nobody else in the room.” Lyra drops Padme’s hand and finds the remote for her bed. She finally gets herself into a sitting position as Padme and Anakin pull apart. Padme is blushing like a schoolgirl and Anakin has a smirk on his face as he throws his arm around Padme’s shoulders.

“How’re you feeling?” Anakin asks, his voice growing slightly more somber. “You gave us a good scare.” Lyra waves him off.

“I feel fine. I’m ready to get out of this bed.” She looks at him pointedly and he looks down at the floor.

“You’ve only been awake for a few minutes.” Padme says sternly, and Lyra rolls her eyes.

“I feel fine!” She starts to say more when her and Anakin both perk up. Anakin stands up and drops his arm from around Padme. Lyra uses the Force and quickly moves his chair to the other side of her bed. Anakin barely makes it around the foot of her bed when the doors to Lyra’s room slide open.

“Lyra.” Plo walks into the room with three clones behind him. “It is good to see you awake, young one.” Lyra smiles at his familiar energy, and ignores the air of panic radiating from Anakin.

“It’s good to be awake.” Lyra responds and leans her head over to look at the three troopers behind him. They take off their helmets, and Lyra is happy to see Boost, Sinker, and Wolffe in front of her, healthy and whole. “How are you all feeling?” She asks and Plo steps to the side behind Padme. 

“Like new, but better.” Boost winks at Lyra and she smiles. “We can’t thank you enough, General.” 

“We’d be in these beds next to you or worse if you hadn’t been there.” Sinker tacks on to the end of Boost’s sentence, setting his helmet down on the end of her bed. Wolffe sets his helmet down next to Sinker’s but stays silent.

“You’re to remain on bedrest for a few more days.” Plo says, and Lyra’s eyes widen. “Until Healer Allie gives the word.” Plo’s voice is stern, but Lyra still makes a noise in protest.

“That’s ridiculous! I’m just as much a Healer as Allie is, and I say I’m fine!” Lyra says, doing her best not to yell. 

“Regardless, bedrest.” Plo says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Lyra grumbles but says nothing. “I think our resident Healer needs some time to herself, if we could give her the room?” Plo says, and Lyra can see the assigned meditation for what it is. She squints her eyes at her old Master, but says nothing. Plo gestures for Anakin to follow him out the door, and Anakin waves goodbye to Lyra with his eyes on Padme.

“I’m headed back to Coruscant tonight, come see me when you get back.” Padme stands and squeezes Lyra’s hand, before leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

“It was good to see you.” Lyra says back, squeezing Padme’s hand in return before letting it go. Boost and Sinker both give her a salute, and Lyra watches as Sinker whispers something in Wolffe’s ear before the sergeant and the corporal leave the room. Lyra is left with only Wolffe, standing at the foot of her bed. Lyra folds her legs up and rests her hands on her knees. “Do you need something, Commander?” Wolffe opens his mouth to say something and then closes it again. Lyra releases a breath and closes her eyes, and waits. She keeps her awareness in her own body, assessing it for lingering injuries as she waits for Wolffe to find his words.

“Why did you do it?” Wolffe’s voice is quiet when he asks her, and Lyra’s eyes open to find Wolffe’s eyes locked on hers. 

“Do what?” Lyra asks, genuinely confused. 

“Save me. You almost died. For me. Why?” Wolffe almost sounds angry, but Lyra can feel his emotions radiating in the Force. For the first time, she feels Wolffe’s Force signature, but it’s blurry.

“You’re a person.” Lyra answers honestly; she feels like it’s all she can do. This space that her and Wolffe have created feels like it’s begging her to tell the truth. “And people are always worth saving.” She can tell that Wolffe is taken aback by her answer, but she keeps eye contact with him as she waits for his reply.

“There’s millions of me.” Wolffe replies, looking down at Lyra’s bed. Lyra frowns and leans forward. She reaches out and touches the back of his hand on the railing of her bed. His Force signature is thrown into clarity, and Lyra has to hold back a gasp at the beauty of it.

“Physically, yes. But you are your own person, with your own mind. And you are worth saving.” Wolffe looks up at her during her sentence and their eyes lock. For a brief moment, Lyra lets herself get lost in the brown of his eyes. Wolffe flips his hand over and their fingers weave together. Lyra has this sudden feeling that she can’t quite place, but she sees the same feeling in Wolffe’s eyes. Wolffe blinks and they both quickly let go and pull away from each other.

“Thank you.” Wolffe’s voice is low, but Lyra hears him all the same. 

“Hey, wanna do me a favor?” She asks, and Wolffe raises a single eyebrow at her.

Location: The Briefing Room on the Resolute in the Ryndellian System // Three Days Post-Malevolence Attack

“Naberrie. How did you get off the medical frigate?”

“Shut it, Skywalker. The briefing is about to start.”

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[nightqueen1221]

Pls do a fic where the Helluva Boss crew are turned into humans cause they were like messing around with the grimoire?

No, I'm not dead, at least I don't think I am.

Biltzø

-"Alright everybody remember this is no body's fault."

-"But sir, it was you who wanted to mess with-"

-"Moxxie, don't back talk me, I'm trying to think."

-It was of course his idea.

-Who else is going to say

-"Hey guys! Wanna see what we can do to fuck with this book?"

-But he is the boss so he'll still be in charge in trying to keep everyone calm.

-After a bit of thinking he'll get to the conclusion, we can get away with contracts and they can't trace us down.

-He only really has to worries at the moment however.

-1. How are we going to get back?

-2.Is it safe for Loona to be with us?

- He trusts you along with Moxxie and Millie, but Loona is his daughter (only on paper)

-However it's probably the best to keep her with you guys since she already has a human disguise, this will mean she is going to have to teach them how to switch back.

-And she's the only one who can read it so that's probably the reason their in this situation now.

-He'll call Stolas on what to do, but never really helps so...

-(don't really know what else to write for Biltzø)

Moxxie

-Panic.

-He just starts panicking.

-He starts to get used to it after maybe five minutes.

-And what I mean by panic I mean, hyperventilating, talking at a speed no one understands.

-All that.

-Of course after Biltzø starts off with his whole thing about this being no one's fault Moxxie will tell him that it was his idea.

-He'll be clinging to you like a maniac.

-Again with Biltzø, once he brings up that they should do contracts here since they can't be tracked, Moxxie will start to think it's more of a work thing rather than, "Biltzø put Us in Another Stupid Scenario" thing.

-Doesn't mean he wouldn't be thinking about what would happen if they can't change back or that they lose the book.

Millie

-Kinda, happy?

-I don't really know how to put it, but she would be excited none the less.

-She would also be concerned about how everyone would go back to normal.

-But the amount of shock that she's having at the moment overweights that.

-Points out things like, she doesn't have a tail or horns anymore.

-Or Hell, anything that humans have that demons don't, vice versa.

-Even with Biltzø saying to do business here, she would much rather walk around and look at everything, looking at the view, looking at the sky.

-Anything that she could look at and take her time against continuing to have to run away because of her job.

-Trust me if Blitzø let her do whatever she wanted in that time of being human, you guys are never getting her back.

-Either she gets lost or to distracted, she is gone.

-Still, she has fun while on the job, just would prefer to take it easy when they have the chance.

Loona

-The one getting them out of the mess in the end.

-Also gets incredibly annoyed at Biltzø for being protective.

-(He's just looking out for you, Loona)

-She gets the urge to just get up and leave them.

-She'll most likely just lean over and be like:

-"You wanna ditch?"

-I mean you guys have to stay or else both you and Loona's phones are going to be exploding with messages from a incredibly concerned parent.

-She wants to get involved a lot more so she gets really mad when she's basically put in handicaps. Saying that she can't join the missions because she could get hurt.

-She listens in the end and wishes you all good luck.

-(She gave a certain someone quite the mouthful when they made it back to Hell.)

#Loona #loona #gn reader #request #Hb #Helluva Boss #helluva boss #x reader #blitzo #vivziepop #Biltzø x reader #Millie x reader #Moxxie x reader #Loona x reader #helluva boss blitzo #Helluva Boss Biltzø x reader #Helluva boss Millie x reader #Helluva Boss moxxie x reader #Helluva Boss loona x reader #helluva boss loona #Helluva boss Millie #Helluva boss Moxxie #helluva boss moxxie #Helluva boss x reader

[letitrainathousandflames]

(Un)leashed

Rating: M

Word count: 9.5 K

Summary: Rex has a secret relationship with a civilian, and he's a sweet, vanilla lover in the bedroom. After a very strange talk to Jesse regarding collars and such, he tells his girlfriend about it... and she seems very much interested in that talk. Jedi OC Miyala belongs to author NotSummer, borrowed with permission. [EDIT: if anyone knows their current username on tumblr, pls tell me so that i can @ them]

Tags: humor, leashes, fluffy smut, civilian OC, not a Reader fic

[NOTE: This is an older fic which i'm now copying from my old blog to add to the masterlist, hence the style not being the same as I have now]

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It all began on a night off at the local bar after a mission. Rex and his men were finally chilling and toasting to the brothers who’d fought bravery…

“And to our general!” Hardcase boomed, throwing another shot down the hatch “And to the dead clankers! And to Dokku’s sorry ass being kicked outta here!”

While Kix tried to convince him to stop at the fifth shot, Fives was at the bar running his fingers over some civy’s knuckles, and the girl was giggling.

“That suave droidfucker.” Jesse cursed, a little tipsy already as he sad down by Rex’s side along with Hardcase, placing another bottle on the table

Rex turned the the bottle to check the label.

“‘Kashyykian Vodka’, Jesse?” Rex shook his head “Y’know, I wanna be able to walk when I get out of here.”

“Nonsense, sir.”  Hardcase said, pouring the thing into three glasses and grabbing one for himself “I’m sure we can take this.”

“I’m sure you can take this.” Jesse snorted, picking up his glass and pushing another towards Rex “You absorb and process anything in seconds. There really must’ve been something weird in your tube in Kamino.”

Rex examined the semitransparent, slightly green liquid and sighed. Oh well. He’d done worse choices in life.

Ten minutes later he wasn’t so sure. However, when Hardcase poured yet another glass for him, he downed half of it in one gulp. Hardcase can’t stop giggling at Jesse.

“He he he, I still can’t believe that Dogma, sweet, mercifully naïve Dogma thought you had a dog.”

Rex frowns at that, midly curious.

“A dog? Why would Dogma think that?”

Hardcase laughed so hard he was almost screaming.

“Oh, kriffing stars, he doesn’t know it!” and he pounded his fist on the table “Okay, get this…”

Jesse elbowed Hardcase on his chest.

“Uh, Hardcase, I don’t think the Captain needs to know this…”

“It’s okay, he won’t tell the Captain!” Hardcase was so hammered he seemed to have forgotten that Rex was Rex “Get this: Jesse here is a very kinky boy and he’s got some leashes he likes to use on his girlfriend!...”

Before Harcase could continue, Tup swept in, grabbing him by the arm.

“Hi Cap, ‘scuse me while I borrow Hardcase, we got ourselves tangled in a dart game with the 212th and we’re losing…” he hollered at the bar “because Fives there is too busy trying to get some!”

From the bar, Fives shugged back to Tup, speaking over the loud chatter around them:

“Love before vod!” and he pressed a kiss to the face of the girl next to him as she giggled

Hardcase was laughing his ass off as he walked away with Tup:

“Pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes...”

And while the other men laughed and teased each other, Rex turned to Jesse.

“So… griffa. I mean gerfa… girlfriend.” He struggled to spell the word; His speech wasn’t what one would call eloquent after so much booze “You got a goff… a greff…”

Jesse nodded, letting the Captain know he’d understood what he was trying to say. Jesse was almost as drunk as Rex too.

“Yeah… Miyala… She’s… Amazing….”

Rex sighed wistfully and smiled quietly.

“Yeah, I got a gerf… A giff… I’m dating a girl too.”

The two of them just remained there, contemplating their own happiness until their eyes went wide as they absorbed the words from each other's.

“Wait, you got a girlfriend?!” Jesse half-screamed

“And you’re dating Miyala?!” Rex hissed “The Jedi?! That Miyala?!”

Jesse’s realization downing in his face would be the funniest shit to Rex if it didn’t mean that one of his best soldiers had simply ran over about twenty regulations and hooked up – no, was goddamn dating a Jedi. Not that it mattered. Although less troublesome, Rex’s secret relationship with a civy was also off regulations’ bounds and could cause him a lot of headache. But that was not the worst. Rex ran his hand over his face.

“I won’t say a word about regulations, long as you don’t get fricking caught by them. And if you do” he adds “They won’t harm you, that I promise, because I will have killed you myself by then, you dumbass.” He paused, Tell me what the kriff is the deal with the leashes.”

Jesse frowned at him like Rex was teasing him.

“Yeah, very funny, everyone made that joke already.”

Rex frowned back.

“What joke? What would you possibly use leashes for? Harcase said you don’t have a dog…”

Jesse’s eyes went wide as he still frowned.

“Rex” and Jesse wouldn’t refer to Rex without his rank over nothing but sheer shock “tell me you’re kidding me. You know what I mean like… y’know?” he gave him a look full of significance, like someone begging the other to take a hint, but Rex seemed to remain clueless

Jesse sighed and reached for the bottle and poured himself another glass, taking a swig and grimacing at it.

“The leash…” he paused, leaning in closer to Rex “I use it on her, okay? I tie a collar on her neck and there’s a leash tied on it and then…”

His next pause needed no explanation, and Rex pulled back like Jesse had told him the seppies weren’t so bad after all. The captains’ eyes were wide and his mouth had dropped open.

“A leash?!” he exclaimed, and at Jesses’ desperate signs for him to lower his voice, Rex hissed “What do you mean you tie her on a leash, Jesse, that’s sick!” Jesse sighs and tries to talk, but Rex speaks over him “You’re... you're treating her like an animal! I wonder how she hasn’t reported you to Fox and his men or the Jedi Order!”

“Rex…” Jesse seemed to be finding Rex’s reaction funnier by the minute

“Don’t ‘Rex’ me, trooper, I thought you’d know that this is no way to treat a significant other… don’t laugh at such a serious matter!...”

Jesse’s face was flushed all over and he threw his head back in the most heartfelt fit of laughter. Rex didn’t quite remember having ever seen him laugh so hard.

“Rex!” Jesse talks over him, laughing so much he can barely breathe “Rex, she likes it. We both do.”

Rex’s face was scrunched in disbelief and Jesse insisted “I swear, she does. We do this out of mutual consent, okay, and…” Jesse lowered his voice even more, leaning in again “she kriffing loves it.”

Rex begged the following hangover would wipe everything else that Jesse said out of his head when he got into the shuttle on the following morning, almost tripping on his own feet – goddamn kashyykian vodka – Fives was wearing his kama wrong-side out and Rex rolled his eyes; is every single soldier under my command a perverted di’kut?

The weird conversation remained in Rex’s mind when he arrived back in Coruscant, and as he hurried to wrap up his duties for the day and ran over to his girlfriend apartment in west Coruscant he was still fighting to push Jesse’s strange words to the back of his brain.

“Rex!” Tae smiled as she opened the door for him “I’m glad you could make it so early!”

She pulled back so that Rex could walk inside carrying his helmet under his arm, and closed the door behind him before giving him a peck on his lips; Tae knew how reserved Rex tended to be, and how he’d rather have any display of affection to be always shared behind closed doors. It wasn’t just about him being a captain and having a reputation. He thinks love to be something intimate and precious, not for other’s eyes. So when he runs his hand to the door behind him, locking it, he feels comfortable enough to place his hands on the back of Tae’s neck, pulling her into a kiss. She sighs into his lips, smiling. He knows she missed him as much as he did. When she pulls away, she’s smiling. To Rex, Tae is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He eyes are small and of a very dark green, her wavy black hair brushes over her shoulders  and her pale skin makes her puffy cheeks look even more pink with excitement.

“I made food.” She says charmingly “And then I burned it. And then I ordered food. So… dinner?”

She was giggling, and Rex smiled, feeling at ease like he so rarely does. Those precious hours with Tae feel like vacations without leaving Coruscant. After eating and sharing their stories over a glass of water (Rex was not interested in wine or any other shape or form of alchohol anytime soon) Tae had slowly undressed Rex of his armor, just the way he liked it. Rex could feel his tension being let out at each piece of it that was removed, and when Tae kneeled down to remove his belt and his kama, Rex looked down at her and, for a moment, imagined how she would look like if she was wearing a collar tied to a leash on his hand.

Rex stopped that train of thought as if it was a clanker and his common sense was a blaster. What in the kriffing hell was that mental image?! No. No, no, this was wrong. Wrong and bad. Terrible. He never wanted to punch a brother so much as he now wanted to punch Jesse.

Tae, however, having removed the last bit of Rex’s armor and carefully placing the parts piled up on her empty coffee table, was now tugging at the neck of Rex’s blacks so that she could kiss the skin under it:

“Hmm, should we go to the bedroom, love?” and Rex let out a small laugh as she nuzzled at him “What?” she asked playfully “Does it tickle?”

Rex turned to smile at Tae.

“No, it’s not that, it’s some… weird talk I had with Jesse. I told you about Jesse, right? One of my men from Torrent Company?”

Tae nodded, curling herself close to Rex and kissing his chest over his blacks.

“Yeah, you told me about him. He seems nice.”

“Yeah, nice.” And at Tae’s questioning gaze, he shook his head “If I tell you what he told me, I don’t think you would say that, cyare.”

Tae scrunched her face in amusement.

“Uh, what did he tell you?”

Rex looked at her, and Tae wanted to giggle at the ‘you-will-not-believe-this’ gossipy face of his.

“He’s got a girlfriend, alright? And he likes to – get this – tie a leash on her when they’re…” he cleared his throat “In the bedroom. A leash! Like a dog’s!”

Tae raised her brows in mild amusement. That was not the reaction Rex was expecting. Where was the bewilderment? The shock? So he added:

“And the kriffing moon jockey tells me she lets him. That she likes it too. They both do.” Tae nods and she looks pensive. Rex frowns. “This is weird, right? You’re a woman, cyare, and a civy. Tell me – from your point of view should I notify Fox and or the Jed- the woman’s family?”

“Oh my—“ Tae let out a laugh, and only stopped when she saw that Rex couldn’t understand the joke “Oh my stars, you are being serious. Rex. Rex, some people like this kind of thing.”

Rex was skeptical. How? It was humiliating. Dehumanizing, even. How could someone date a man who would have his partner on a leash like a domesticated pet? Where would the romance of the act go? The long looking in each other’s eyes, the soft caresses, the whispered moans… none of that fitted in a scenario featuring a leash.

While Rex was arguing with himself, Tae tapped a finger to her chin pensively.

“Actually” she mused “I’m kind of curious about how it must be like, to wear a leash. Maybe it could be kinda hot.”

Rex was mortified, his mouth dropping open in shock.

“Are you- Are you joking? Tell me it’s one of your jokes.”

Tae shrugged.

“What’s the big deal? We could try it, see if it works, if one of us or both hate it, we drop it and no longer mention it.”

Rex bit over his tonge.

“A leash, Tae?” he runs his hand over his head “There are so many things that could go wrong, it could constrict your neck—“

“I think that’s kind of the point.” Tae added, raising an eyebrow

“Oh my stars.” Rex said sardonically “No, no constricted necks. And you’d be like—like some sort of—of pet! It’s humiliating.”

Tae looked at Rex like she was already anticipating his reaction:

“Uh… That, too, is kinda hot, to be honest.” Rex was so wide-eyed Tae reached for his face “Moons, don’t be like that, my love. We can drop the subject if you want to.” She leaned in close “Now why don’t we go to my room and…”

She kissed him on the lips, then his neck, and Rex hummed in pleasure as she threw a leg over him, straddling him and pressing her warm body to his as she claimed his mouth again. This is what things were supposed to be, he thought as he hugged her lower back and she wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him as he got up and carried her to the bedroom. Kissing and soft touches of kindness. This is how one is supposed to make love. What in the kriffing hells was Jesse thinking?

But afterwards, wrapped in Rex’s arms, Tae murmured:

“I just think it could be fun. The leash thing. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, or if you’re scared. Maybe it’s something that works for your friend and doesn’t work for you.”

Rex knew Tae didn’t mean it like that, but it sounded like two things: one, Captain Rex of the 501st battalion was scared, and two, scared of something that a lower rank trooper like Jesse could face easily, having fun even. That was a challenge he couldn’t pass. This was about honor. He had to do the most mature thing.

So that’s how he ended sitting down in a bar in lower Coruscant wearing civilian clothes and  the best i-am-not-a-clone-trooper-violating-12-different-codes face he had. And, on the table farthest from the door, there was a man in a brown jacket and jeans sitting by a gorgeous twi’lek dressed in a plain purple dress that almost made Rex not recognize her – that was Miyala, the jedi knight Rex had only seen a couple of times, and always wearing her robes, never dresses. In front of her there was Jesse and his unmistakable tattooed face. Rex sighed, walking to the two of them and sitting on the vacant chair at the table.

“Hello, sir.” It was odd seeing Jesse maintaining protocol even out of his armor and in a setting that was as far from military as possible, and he gestured to the twi’lek jedi in disguise “You already know Miyala.”

Miyala nodded at Rex with a small smile.

“I must thank you for not turning Jesse in.” she said hesitantly “We… We never planned for our relationship to happen under such complicated circumstances.”

Rex nodded back, and he would return the smile if he wasn’t so tense.

“I understand how you feel. I’m concealing a relationship of my own.”

“I’m sorry.” Miyala then had curiosity in her eyes “Jesse said you wanted to meet us to ask something?”

Rex cleared his throat. Oh well. He was down the sarlaac pit already, better come clean about his thoughts. Before he could speak, however, Miyala got up.

“I say, Captain, why don’t we go get something to drink at the bar and bring back to Jesse?”

At that, Rex stuttered:

“I, I, uh…”

“Come now.” She tapped him on his shoulder, walking past him, and Rex got up, following her to the bar as Jesse gleefully waved from their table; she leaned on the bar, ordering their drinks to then turn to Rex “What is going on? I can sense your tension.”

Rex pressed his lips into a thin line to then blurt out:

“Jesse and I got drunk and he mentioned something about using leashes on you and I respect your intimacy, ma’am, and I beg your forgiveness for intruding but if you are by any means scared of leaving your relationship count on me to get the help you need on…”

Miyala seemed to be in a good amount of shock and the same smile of Tae’s – like Rex haven’t noticed a joke that everybody’s gotten.

“Captain.” She cut him off “Captain, calm down. I’m not scared of anything.” She looked at Jesse and waved at him with such a threatening smile the trooper lowered his hand and swallowed hard “Jesse should be, for telling you of these things but… I’m fine. We both are.”

Rex wasn’t entirely convinced.

“Are you? But… But a leash…?”

Miyala picked up her glass and Jesse’s gesturing to Rex for him to pick his own up.

“Like I said, I’m fine. It’s… our little thing. We enjoy it.”

And with that, she began walking back to their table, and Rex walked fast behind her. The two of them sat back down and Miyala gave Jesse the same dangerous smile she had given him before.

“Say, darling, why does Captain Rex here knows of our…” she cleared her throat “…our little games?”

All color seemed to drain from Jesse’s face.

“I-It’s a long story, Dogma wanted a candy bar and I told him to get it in my locker but I forgot that the… the leather one I had bought you was still there and he saw it, then he told Fives, and Fives is a kriffing loudmouth so of course Hardcase heard of it too and then the Captain wanted to know and we were, stars, drunk out of our minds—”

Rex cut Jesse off sharply:

“My girlfriend wants to try it.” Jesse finally shut up, frowning at Rex while Miyala eyed him with the same polite curiosity of before “The leash thing… she said she thinks it’s… hot.”

Jesse gave a small laugh, then opened a wide smile.

“Well, then do it! If she wants to…”

Miyala raised a hand, interrupting him.

“Wait a second, darling. Captain, what of you? Do you want to try it?”

Rex lowered his eyes. What was with Jedi that got him so tense?

“I… I don’t know. I love Tae. I’d do anything for her.”

“But are you willing to?” Miyala insisted “Captain, these… games… they depend on mutual trust. Neither the dominant or the submissive can be in out of dull acceptance or just out of a wish to tend to the other’s needs. Both need to see fulfilment and fun in the deal, otherwise it’s off the table. This is how it works – consent, mutual consent, is the key of it all.”

The thought of Tae on a leash makes Rex worry for her, but it wouldn’t ruin the night, not if he focused on treating with all the love she deserved, caressing her, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she is…

Praising her. Like a darling pet.

Rex felt a sudden twitch in his crotch and he sat upright at that. What. In the moons. Was that? What was this feeling, this head rush, this cold excitement setting in his guts? He swallowed hard.

“I want this. I do.” He says, and it’s scary how much he means it now “But I’ve never… I’m afraid I’d hurt her. Can you teach me how…?”

“…how to do it safely?” Jesse completes, and Rex nods, feeling his face burning hot “Sure, leave it to us. I know quite a lot about it.”

“And I can tell you how the other side feels, so that you understand how to read your girlfriend signs.”

And so they started talking. It was a very good feeling, sitting there with Jesse and his girlfriend, seeing how much in love they were, and being able to talk about Tae, and hear others address her as “your girlfriend”. Sure, the conversation was the strangest one Rex had ever had.

“I don’t get this ‘safeword’ thing.”

“It’s a code for her to tell you she wants to stop playing”, Jesse explained

“Well, wont ‘stop’ be good enough for that?”

Jesse scratched his chin, and it was like Rex was a jet pilot asking him how does a ship fly. Like this was the most obvious thing.

“Sometimes she’ll say stop… When she doesn’t want you to stop.”

Rex cradled his head in his hands in utter nervousness.

“I’m gonna kriff this up, won’t I?”

Miyala chuckled.

“No you won’t. I can see you want to be a good boyfriend, and that you want to test new limits too. Everything will be fine. Now, let’s talk more about safewords…”

Rex would’ve given anything not to be greeted by Jesse and his shit-eating grin a week later, as they walked in lower Coruscant wearing civilian clothes.

“Your girlfriend doesn’t mind that you’re using what little free time we have between assignments to help me?” Rex asked, trying to wipe the smile off his face

“Nah.” Jesse was still grinning “She’s got stuff of her own now, some” he lowered his voice “Jedi business of some sort, so I’ll be glad to take you to the Little Secret.”

Rex cringed at the shop’s name. All of this seemed sketchy. Why on earth did Tae find these things interesting? But then again, so did Jesse and Miyala… Was he the weird one for not being overly into the idea of putting the woman he loved on a leash?

Rex had expected the place to look like a torture chamber, but was greeted with a clean-looking store with white walls and clear glass displays where the products would be exposed. There seemed to be a number of lace underwear pieces on a rack nearby, and Rex swept his gaze over the many little objects until…

“That’s a purple penis-shaped thing, I don’t even wanna know, I’m leaving…”

Jesse grabbed Rex by the neck of his coat, stopping him from leaving.

“Hey, Captain, fleeing the battle this soon?” he joked, and Rex shugged him off, squaring up his shoulders

“I just… Why is everything so weird here?” Rex looked around to then point at something he couldn’t quite understand what the hell was “I mean, what is even the purpose of this?!”

Jesse twisted his lips in amusement.

“That, sir, specifically, is an o-ring gag.”

Rex seemed torn between the wish to reprimand Jesse for knowing what the kriff that was on sight and the curiosity of asking him what in the moons did he meant by that.

“It goes over one’s mouth, like this,” he gestured what seemed like, well, someone being gagged, like, say a hostage would, “And it keeps the person’s mouth open on an o-shape.”

Rex scrunched his face in hesitation.

“Why?”

Jesse seemed to be trying as hard as he could not to laugh.

“Well. Well you see. If you were to put your…”

“No no no I changed my mind!” Rex rubbed his eyes tiredly “One more word, Jesse, I will shoot you, I swear to the stars.”

Jesse was still snickering when someone with a raspy voice spoke close to them, startling Rex.

“Hello, do you need any… Jesse!” it was a female weequay with long pink-dyed hair tied on braids and a small ring on her lip; she smiled fondly at Jesse “Looking for something new to your girl?”

Jesse smiled back at her.

“Not today, Leyla. This is my Cap… Ah, my friend, Rex.”

The weequay, Leyla, extended her hand to Rex, and he hesitantly reached to shake it.

“Welcome, then Rex…?”

Rex lowered his eyes, looking around nervously. The shop was empty, but he still worried about being recognized.

“Just Rex.”

Leyla smirked.

“Mysterious just like Jesse, eh?” Leyla shrugged “Well, as long as you pay and you get the ground rules for playing with your partner, what happens in your lives is none of my business.”

Rex looked to Jesse in confusion and Jesse nodded:

“The rules we told you about that day. Safe, sane and consensual.”

Leyla looked from Jesse to Rex.

“So, Jesse, are you adding this charming new player to your games with your girlfriend?”

Jesse, who until then had been calm and collected even while standing close to what seemed to be a massive, plastic dick in bubblegum-pink suddenly got very flustered.

“Wha- No- I-“ he shook his head vehemently “No, no, he’s my friend and he wants to… try some new things. With his girlfriend.” He added almost much louder than what was absolutely necessary, and Leyla snickered

“Ohh, I see” she turned to Rex “So, what are you looking for? Handcuffs? Paddles? We just got a new shipment of nipple clamps that will absolutely blow your mind off.”

Rex was moving his mouth on mute questions like Leyla had talked to him in Huttese or some other kriffing unreadable language, and Jesse placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Ah, Leyla, he’s more of a vanilla guy, he’s still just dipping his foot on new waters.”

Leyla tapped a finger to her chin.

“Blindfolds?”

At that, Jesse gave a sly smile.

“Heh, blindfolds are cool too, Rex, trust me on this one.”

Rex rubbed his temples. This was too kriffing much for his head.

“Why on earth would I want to be blindfolded? I love looking at my girlfriend. She’s beautiful. Why would I…?”

Leyla shrugged.

“Maybe she could be the one to be blindfolded.”

Rex was all defensive.

“I like to think she enjoys looking at me too, thank you very much.”

Now Leyla was placing her hand on Rex’s other shoulder.

“Yes, friend, but do think: have you ever been in a dark room?” Rex nodded; more times than he wished to, goddamn tunnels in missions on the Outer Rim and hell knows what else “Did you notice hou hypervigilant you get? All sensitive? Smell, touch, all that gets enhanced. What’s more, she’ll never be able to know when you’ll suddenly touch her pu….”

“Okay I got it!” Rex shrugged both Leyla and Jesse off, and he could kriffing feel the heat on his face now, so embarrassed he was “Listen, ma’am I’m here just for… Jesse, tell her what I’m here for.”

Jesse was back to doing his damned best not to laugh.

“His girlfriend is curious about leashes, Leyla. Can you show him some?”

Leyla smiled at Rex, not embarrassed in the least, gesturing to a display deeper in the store and walking ahead. Jesse nudges Rex on his back and the two of them start walking behind her.

“How is she all relaxed in a place like…this?” Rex looks at the leather mask placed on a mannequin’s head; it has a zipper for a mouth.

Jesse gives a small laugh.

“Captain, she works here all day every day of the week. She’s used to it. Well, I’m used to it. I have one of those” Jesse points at the fuzzy blue handcuffs on a display “And one of those” he points at what seems to be an amount of… rope? What would he use that for? “And I have one of those too.”

At that point, Rex had no idea what the oddly shaped object was meant for, and he didn’t have the energy to ask. They got to Leyla and she pointed to the leashes hanging on the wall. There was a number of them, in different colors and materials, some of them more simple, other more detailed. Leyla reached for one of them.

“So… Who will be wearing the collar and the leash? You, sir? I think studs would look fantastic on that strong neck of yours.”

Rex cleared his throat. He thought the feeling of awkwardness would subside but, no, he was still as embarrassed as he was when he first walked in.

“Uh, actually my, hm, my girlfriend is the one curious about wearing one.”

Leyla put the big studded collar back with an excited smile.

“Ahh, the cutest thing arrived yesterday, look at this!” she pulled a delicate leather collar tied to a leash; it had a small metallic charm dangling from it, rattling with a small noise. “This looks beautiful on a girl’s neck. I would know – got one for my girlfriend and she’s over the moons for it.”

Rex reached for the thing, hearing the soft ding-ding from the rattle on it. He thought of the concept of Tae wearing the kriffing thing. This was weird. Too weird. He ran his fingers over the soft leathery surface, his thumb on the inside of the collar. Smooth and safe; it wouldn’t hurt her. His maneuvering made the rattle make the same noise again, and he thought of Tae wearing the collar and smiling at him with that flushed face he’d only see when the two of them were in her bedroom, as he allow her to undress him of his armor and his responsibilities. He felt that same warm twitch at his groin, and barely failed to catch on to Leyla’s words:

“—you’re a newbie and a vanilla kinda guy, I recommend not tying it too tight. The clasp has an emergency trigger that will allow you to cut it off of her if she’s having any trouble breathing, but I don’t think you’ll have any trouble like that. Careful with sharp tugs, rough play is fun but the neck has a lot of sensitive muscles. So, will you take this one, or do you wanna see the others?”

Rex wrapped his fingers around the leash. Smooth and soft, the unique feeling of leather.

“This one.” He blurted out without looking up to Leyla “I’ll take this one.”

“Fives, Echo, can you cover for me?”

Fives looked over from the projected sceen with sleepy eyes. Echo, however, was typing as fast as a droid.

“What?” Fives asked in the middle of a yawn.

“I have… some personal matters to attend to.” Rex said, trying not to think of the black bag in his locker, the one with a leash inside “Can you just… take care of everything while I’m out? I’ll probably be back in a few hours. If things get more complicated, I might be back only in the morning.”

“What the kriff—” Fives started, but Echo clamped his hand over his brother’s mouth muffling his words

“We’ll be honored to take your place, sir” he said “rest assured that we’ll do our best.”

Fives shrugged Echo off of him, grumbling.

“Yeah, sure, sir, send your personal matters my regards, you’re quite a catch.”

Rex frowned at that.

“What?” he asked

“What?” Fives echoed; sometimes Rex really wanted to punch him.

“Very well then.” Rex said with a nod “Be back soon, troopers.”

Rex grabbed the black bag in his locker and walked out of the GAR without ant trouble. The whole ride to Tae’s apartment made his stomach twist in nervousness. As usual, she opened the door with a smile.

“Rex! I just got back from work, you’re so early today!” she pulled him inside to close the door behind him and get to pepper kisses all over his face “Ah, it’s so good to see you!”

Rex leaned down to press a soft kiss to Tae’s lips, and then he raised the hand carrying the black bag.

“And I got you something.”

Tae sat down on the couch with Rex, reaching into the bag and pulling the leash out of the bag, then the collar, and she let out a small giggle.

“Oh my stars, you actually got one of those.”

Rex felt his face burning hot but tried to seem collected.

“Do you like it?”

Tae turned to him with the smile that made him weak in the knees.

“Yeah! It’s so cute, I wanna try it on!” she held the collar out for Rex “Can you put it on me?”

Rex sighed and drew in a breath. He could do this. For Tae, he could.

“Sure, cyare.” He opened the collar up “Allow me.” Tae lifted her chin up and Rex reached for the back of her neck, placing the leather on it and running the strap into the small buckle and adjusting it so that the piece would fall lose on Tae’s collarbones; he wouldn’t risk having it tied over her windpipe “There. Comfortable?”

Tae nodded, and Rex lowered his hands, looking at Tae. It was still his pretty girlfriend, with her brighter-than-any-suns smile, except now she had a leather strap over her neck. No big deal. He could live with this.

“Ah, no, no, wait, safeword!” he then muttered a curse “I was supposed to tell you this before putting on the leash. We need to have a word one says to the other stop doing what they’re doing. I… A friend… Ah, hells, Jesse taught me that.”

Tae fowned a little.

“Is ‘no’ not good enough?”

Rex lowered his eyes, unable to look at Tae.

“He said that… one might say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ without really meaning it.” He say the understanding on Tae’s face “So, are you good with, uh, ‘droid’?”

“‘Droid’ sounds good,” Tae nodded and lowered one of the straps of her blue dress. “now I bet this leash would look better if I took this off.”

Rex and Tae had an unspoken tradition of taking each other’s clothes; she’d methodically and very slowly take his armor off and he, on the other hand, would always undress her, usually kissing her neck as he did so. Today, however, seeing Tae wearing the collar, the leash thrown over her shoulder…

“Take it off, then.” Rex said before he could stop himself “please.” he hurried to add.

Tae seemed surprised but before Rex could take back what he said she reached for the side zipper of her blue dress, pushing it down her body and down her legs until she was there, on her couch wearing just her white underwear and the black leather collar tied to a leash. Rex reached to cup her face, kissing her softly; his hand brushed over the leash on her shoulder and he grabbed it; he felt a pleasant twitch in his cock, just like he did every other time he imagined himself seeing Tae like this and holding the leash.

He pulled back, leash on his right hand, and he saw himself suddenly at loss for words. Tae, however, still smiled eagerly at him.

“So” she said in a small, innocent voice “is there anything else you want me to do?”

“I” Rex hesitated “I don’t know. This is a little strange for me.”

Tae leaned closer to him, stealing a kiss and nuzzling at his neck over the exposed part of his blacks.

“Bad strange?” she hummed

“Nah.” Rex didn’t want to ruin the mood for Tae, kark, please no. He just needed to understand what the kriffing hells was going on inside his head “Just… strange. You… This makes you look…” he remembered of Jesse’s words before he threatened to punch him again “Like a pet? Kind of?”

Tae moved to kiss at the oter side of his neck now.

“Am I a cute pet?” she purred

And kriffing shit, that wasn’t a small twich, his cock goddamned ached in pleasure at that.

“Y-Yeah…” Rex muttered, swallowing hard “The cutest.”

“And what do you want” Tae kept nuzzling at his neck “your pretty pet to do?”

Rex sighed heavily. It was like Tae had been thinking about these lines for a while; he can feel the excitement in her voice. Hells, if she was having fun, then…

“Take everything off.” he said close to her ear; it came out strange. Where was the romance? “Do it, cyare.”

Tae pulled back and obediently unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her shoulders; Rex’s cock twitched at the sight of her beautiful breasts, the pink stiff nipples the goosebumps he could see all over her skin. She got on her knees, pushing her panties down her legs as Rex’s hungry eyes studied her figure over and over. She looks so fragile, undressed and tied by her neck. All soft, pale skin except for the black, unforgiving leather line over her neck.

When Tae sat back Rex reached for her with his free hand while the other still held the leash; his hand covered Tae’s right breast entirely. Rex had always been fond of Tae’s small figure; she was like a small, precious thing that needed to be protected.

“You are the prettiest pet.” He says endearingly, and the way Tae’s eyes flicker with happiness just make him feel his cock straining harder against his codpiece “So pretty, cyare. My little pet.”

The praise seems to have an effect similar to Rex fingering her; the same half-open lips in a needy expression, the arched eyebrows, the shallow breaths. Rex realizes most of the reason for his painfully hard cock is the pleasure he’s taking from Tae’s pleasure.

But he would be lying if he said that the leash wasn’t giving him one hell of a rush. So he tug at it very lightly.

“Why don’t you help me out of this armor, my love… my pet?” and still with a shallow breathing, Tae slides down the couch to her knees, and Rex straightens his back up “Wait, you don’t have to…!”

Tae cuts him off, crawling so that she can kneel between Rex’s spread legs:

“I-I want to. Let me.” and she gets at pulling his left shoe out.

The intimacy of the act, of allowing one to undress him of his armor, was highly romantic to Rex. He’d always seen it as an act of trust, of baring his heart, his real self to Tae. This time, however, seeing Tae reach for the back of his shin guard while she wears a collar, which is tied to a leash, that is in his hand… it looked more like the prelude to something deliciously dirty, and it turned him on in an unbelievable measure. Tae caught his look, raising her beautiful dark green eyes to him as she tugged at his thigh piece.

“Am I doing it right, love?”

Of course she was; Tae was more than used to the right way to unclasp each piece and she would carefully lay them on the coffee table, knowing how much the armor meant to Rex. However, Rex reached down to pet her dark hair, brushing the tips of his fingers back and forth, praising her like she had been doing it for the very first time.

“Of course you are. You are doing it perfectly… pet.”

Tae whines at that, unclasping his belt and carefully moving it over to the table. Rex almost reached to help – the holstered guns are heavy, and Tae was a small woman – the heaviest thing she lifts (more like, pushes) on a daily basis are the tables at the coffeshop she works at. But Rex held back, feeling oddly  entertained by the sight of Tae doing his every whim. When she turnes to him again, Rex petted her hair once more.

“There, you did that just fine, didn’t you?” he said in a low voice and he could see her kriffing shudder “Aren’t you a good pet…” Tae reached for his Kama, untying it and carefully folding it “There… The chest plate now, cryare, would you like to take it off too? Hm?”

Tae wordlessly nodded, looking up to Rex and biting her lip with her eyes sparkling with lust, and her desire, the sense that she was having the time of her life, made it all unbelievably hotter for Rex. The collar on her neck and leash in Rex’s hand, that strange new connection. The sight made Rex’s cock almost hurt against the tight, restraining cod piece. Kark, this was supposed to be awkward and strange, but all Rex could think is why he hadn’t tried this before.

Tae got up to her feet and leaned closer, first removing his pauldron to then remove his shoulder armor, the upper arm pieces and the forearm armor, unclasping Rex’s chest piece from the complementary back piece; as she pulled it out of him, she leaned in for a kiss. Rex got to half-opening his lips, but something crossed his mind and he tugged at the leash hesitantly, pulling her out of his reach.

“Not now, pet.” Rex said, not quite understanding why in the moons he was denying her – and himself – a kiss “Later. As a reward for your good behavior.”

If anybody asked where the kark Rex was pulling these lines from, he wouldn’t know how to answer. Sure, it might have something to do Jesse’s weird talk of “delayed pleasure” but that thing just sounded insane back then. Delay for what? She’s there, right in front of him, to take him and to be taken and yet… It felt so good being in full charge of whatever would happen next.

Tae looked so surprised and so hungry for a kiss Rex almost backed down, but soon enough she was laying his chest piece close to the others on the table, then his back piece – except that this time, instead of being on her knees she was standing up, giving Rex a fine view of her ass (and a bit of her cunt too, between her thighs). Rex was so used to taking things to the bedroom under a dim light and whispered words of love he was speechless on the face of the act under the living room lights, on Tae’s couch where they’d only share stories and some kissing, saving the intimacies for her bed.

Without thinking, Rex tugged on the leash, pulling a surprised Tae onto the edge of the couch, right between his spread legs. Still holding the lash to keep her close to him, Rex leaned closer and stuck his tongue out, licking over Tae’s spine between her shoulder blades and up to the back of her neck. The long, loud moan from Tae’s wasn’t a sound Rex remembered having ever heard before. There was a little bit of pain to it. Suddenly very tense, he relaxed his grip on the leash.

“Tae? Are you okay?” he asked in a rush of panic “Can you breathe? Is everything okay?”

“Hm-hm…” Tae hummed languidly, her breathing making her shoulder blades and her skin move beautifully as her lungs were filled up and emptied “Just… so intense…”

Rex hesitated, still very alarmed. He had no kriffing idea what to make of that.

“You… You want to stop, cyare? Wanna call it all off? All you have to do is say that--”

Tae shook her head, her voice hoarse under her shallow breaths.

“No… Please don’t… Now call me pet again. Please…”

Rex slowly - very slowly – leaned in to kiss Tae’s back. She was enjoying it. Enjoying it in a way Rex had never seen before. He twisted his wrist in order to wrap the long leash on his palm.

“Do you like it, pet?” he took a chance at the word and it was like Tae melted down like meiloorun ice cream on a hot day “Make that sound again, please. I want to hear it.”

He licked Tae’s soft skin, inhaling her scent – something that reminded him of coffee and cinnamon, could be from her work at the coffee shop, but the smells were now always associated to Tae in his brain. Tae let out another long, pained moan. Rex absolutely needed to get rid of that cod piece, his cock felt almost numb in its confinement. Rex straightened his back so that he could hiss the back of Tae’s head, bury his nose in the soft black waves of her hair, leaning to brush his cheek on her ear and nibble at it.

“Can you be a good girl and take off my cod piece?” he asks “I know you always enjoy it.”

Good girl, what the kark am I doing? This is how General Kenobi talks to that chemilizard he uses every now and then on his missions with Cody. And while Tae got up from the couch and knelt down in front of him again, bare naked except for the leash and looking like a delicious treat, Rex still got hold of himself and cupped her face as she reached to unclasp his codpiece.

“Hey, there.” He said gently “Do you still remember the safeword?”

Tae nodded, her cheeks flushed and a smile on her pink lips.

“It’s ‘droid’. I’m okay, Rex. I promise.”

This was what Rex needed to hurry and get rid of his hand guards, handing them to Tae as she got the front of his codpiece too – Rex lifted himself off the couch and she reached for the back piece, piling them all up and carefully placing them with the others – Rex felt much better out of the damn thing. Hells. He could feel himself twitch.

Tae nudged closer to Rex, still kneeling between his legs and reaching her beautiful, delicate hands over…

“Ah.” Rex gasped out; the feeling of her hands over his blacks was almost surprising, no matter if he was looking or not. “Ahh…”

Tae unbuttoned his blacks, pulling his zipper down. The sound of it seemed so loud, so obscene, the prelude of something unspeakably dirty, so different from their sacred lovemaking. A thought crossed Rex’s mind: it was like all this time they had been making love, and it was beautiful, and fulfilling, and so, so pleasant, and he wouldn’t trade it for the word, but tonight…

Rex looked down to Tae as she pawed at his hard cock, running her fingers over it like she’d never seen it before.

…Tonight they were going to fuck.

Tae gave a few tugs to Rex’s cock, and this was normal, this was what she’d do right before they’d start every time they slept together but then she leaned closer, her breath hot over his skin and then…

Now Rex could understand Tae’s sound, a moan stained by something that sounded like pain, as the same sound would now leave Rex’s lips. Tae’s mouth- her tongue- so hot- so wet- teeth grazing without hurting- her tongue- oh, her tongue…

Rex just dropped his head back, incapable of thinking or saying anything. This was like her pussy, but different. Her tongue was so kriffing hot and wet, and – ah! – she was poking at the slit – now around the head – hells, this was something else entirely- oh yeah, the… the things he was supposed to say…

“You’re so good pet.” He says, and it sounds like he’s drunk on kashyykian vodka all over again “So good. Ohhh.” Tae was karking bobbing her head up and down and how in the stars had he never tried this before, it feels like he could orgasm right now “Slower.” He gasps, tugging at the leash to stop Tae from keeping her pace “Slower, cyare… pet.”

Rex raises his head and looks down to Tae and sees her, his beautiful Tae, looking up to him with those dark green eyes full of a false innocence, and her mouth wrapped around his hard cock. It took all of Rex’s willpower not to shoot his load in her mouth right then and there. He drew a deep breath, trying to think of how many reports he still had to write, anything that got his mind off of how karking hot Tae looked with her hands on his thighs and his cock poking at her throat. Rex pulled very slowly at the leash to get Tae away from him. This made her lips slide up his cock until she let go of him with a loud, wet pop. The obscene sound seemed almost to echo in the room. Rex tried his best to sound more or less collected as he instructed:

“Get up, pet. On your feet.” Tae did. Rex stood up too, his stiff cock standing over his stomach, its head glistening with the precome that already leaked from its slit; Now, holding Tae by a leash, Rex could properly notice how much smaller than him she was, tiny and fragile, just like a little pet. Rex muttered “Do you remember the safeword?”

“Droid,” Tae said short of breath, and her lips were red and wet from sucking him

My girlfriend was sucking my cock, he repeated to himself in his arousal as he reached for her hand and kissed it. Tae whimpered at that.

“Get to the bedroom now.” He ordered dryly, placing the leash on her hand. Odd. It wasn’t like him to talk to Tae like that…

And as Tae smiled and turned around, walking – again, entirely naked – to her bedroom, Rex realized in a new rush of panic that this was the voice he used as a commanding officer. He swallowed hard, rubbing his temple. Like some people would say, he was down the vulptex burrow now. Might as well allow himself to enjoy these odd new discoveries.

So he walked in the dimly-lit room seeing Tae hand him the leash back. She looked so helpless, like she needed someone to hold her, to take care of her. Just like a stray loth-cat. So precious. Rex felt a strange simultaneous wish to both hug her pressing a kiss to her forehead and to fuck her into the mattress so hard she would scream out. He felt himself leaning a lot towards the latter.

So Rex picked up the leash, and Tae’s smile made his cock twitch again. Tae blinked slowly, again just like a loth-cat.

“What do you want to do, Rex?” her voice was a plea “I’ll do anything you ask.” She bit the corner of her lip “I wanna be a good pet for you.”

Rex had a feeling like Tae had been dying to say these words for a long time. So Rex gave a couple of sharp tugs to her leash, pulling her close. Tae kept looking at him with that kriffing innocent look that made him want to both pet her hair and push her head down to his crotch. He reached down between Tae’s legs with the intent of getting her warmed up like he always did before they laid down on the bed, but…

“Kark…” Rex’s middle finger ran over the engorged, slick clit and right into her drenched pussy; she wasn’t wet, she was soaking “Oh, pet, now this…” he pushed his finger inside, and Tae moaned “this is just beautiful.”

He worked his finger deep inside of Tae, and she clinged to his arm, spreading her legs wider for him. Rex paid close attention to her blushed cheeks, to her half-open lips letting out moans, to her screwed-shut eyes and her arching eyebrows, her tensed-up neck as he pushes in another finger, and her sounds—

Stars, Tae could make him cum just with her moans and small screams if she wanted to. But even as her sounds seemed to be the hottest thing he could get out of her lips, she whispered.

“Ah, please, please Rex, fuck me, I can’t stand any longer…” her voice was drawn out, cut off by her shallow breaths, messy in the most delicious way Rex had ever heard “Fuck me, please, I’ve been a good pet, fuck me…”

Rex pecked Tae on her lips, still working his fingers inside or her, pushing, twisting, rubbing. Tae reached for a deeper kiss but Rex pulled back with a smile. Jesse could be fond of delaying pleasure to his girlfriend how much he wanted, but Rex just wanted to give Tae what she needed – her begging was just too cute.

“I will.”

Rex couldn’t bring himself to say ‘fuck you’; this whole dirty talking business was going surprisingly well for a man whose vocabulary in bed consisted of ‘is this good?’, ‘oh, yes.’, ‘are you close?’ and ‘I love you, cyare’, but he wasn’t about to be a pro anytime soon

“Lie down.” He says as he guides her to the bed by the leash, and it’s his captain voice, dry and sharp and commanding; it flows easier that way “On your back, legs spread, pet.”

Tae obeyed; Rex knelt in front of her, and Tae looked hungrily at his hard, straining cock as he guided it into her wet hole, pushing inside very slowly. Tae always seemed highly pleased at the feeling of him entering her, but today she moaned languidly, rolling her hips in time with his moves, snarling and coiling like a snake, her eyes filled with a burning desire. Kark, this is hot. Rex pulled back, and as childish as it would sound, he asked:

“I want to hear those sounds again, pet. Can you please moan for me? Hm?” he pushed back in slowly, going as deep as he could until he could feel his balls pressing against Tae; Tae moaned loudly and Rex gave an involuntary grin “There. Just like that.”

He got up from his ankles and leaned over Tae, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder while the other remained folded close to his ribs, and he supported himself on his free hand, tugging softly at Tae’s leash as he bottomed out in her, and she positively let out a scream. Rex looked at her, and before he could ask if she remembered the safeword she whined:

“Please, don’t stop, harder, do it harder.”

Rex pressed his hand that still held the leash on the mattress to have better support and he pulled out halfway to then push back inside as hard as he could. Tae screamed, and the sound was so new, so exciting. Rex kissed her face softly, he knew she was enjoying the rough play, but he needed to be loving too. There was no other way for Rex. She would always be his Tae.

“I love you, pet.” he says in the best way he can think not to break the mood “You feel so good. I love you.”

Tae rakes her nails on Rex’s back, and it makes him shudder. Her face is flushed with pleasure and her lips are twisted in an unspoken plea.

“I love you too, Rex… Harder… Do it harder…”

Rex kisses her again and then he pulls out to then slam back in, and he does it again, and again, and Tae screams, clawing at his back, wrapping her leg on Rex’s waist as the other remains hooked over his shoulder to give him leverage. Rex pounded her in a way he never expected to, rough and untamed and almost violent, grunting and snarling and tugging at her leash, growling between his labored breaths:

“My pet… only mine… my beautiful pet Tae…” he was never good with coming up with dirty talking so he was just running his mouth, lost in his own pleasure “I’m so hard for you, pet… So hard…”

Tae seemed to be having the air pushed out of her lungs on each thrust, but Rex kept an eye on her, drowned in pleasure but still vigilant, careful not to pull too hard on the leash. Tae screamed out Rex’s name, and he could feel the tightening muscles on his cock, the shift on Tae’s shallow breaths how hard she dug her nails on his back, almost breaking the skin, and as she was still moaning in the final throes of her orgasm, Rex picked up his pace, pounding her sensitive, wet pussy harder still. He was too close, almost there, and a look to Tae as he bit her lower lip, squeezing him inside her was what he needed to just allow himself to tumble over the edge. He smashed his lips over Tae’s, letting a loud groan in her mouth as he fucked her in sharp stabs timed with each spurt he would let out inside her. He slowed his thrusts as his orgasm subsided, collapsing down on her and letting his eyes fall shut with a sigh. Tae let a breathless laugh.

“Rex…” she groaned “Crushing me…”

Rex’s eyes snapped open and he rolled over Tae, kissing her shoulder

“I’m sorry…” he breathed out “It just… Felt so good…”

“Yeah…” Tae’s smile as she turned to him was worth fighting a thousand enemy droids any day; she flicked the leash “Did you like it?”

Rex curled the corner of his lip in a half-smile.

“I’d say it grew on me.” Despite being breathless and exhausted, Rex sat up, reaching to the collar on Tae’s neck “And now, according to what Jesse taught me, this part is called ‘aftercare’.”

Tae’s neck was a bit red around where the collar had sat over. Rex ran a thumb over it softly.

“And how is that?” Tae asked, and Rex smiled sweetly at her

“Basically I pamper you like there’s no tomorrow.”

Tae giggled, her voice lazy and sleepy while Rex caressed her neck and shoulders.

“Hey, I like that.” Rex gave her a kiss to the forehead “Hey, Rex?”

“Hmmm?”

“Tell Jesse I say thanks.”

Rex shook his head, laughing wholeheartedly.

“Will do, cyare.”

#my fics #smut #clone smut

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Hello! I'd like to request Shikanoin Heizou (Genshin Impact) with prompts 37, 39, and 41 please!

Also, thank you for taking the time to create content for us internet people to enjoy!

Aww, thank you for your sweet words, anon!! <3

Heizou Shikanoin with Prompts 37: A Work Day Where The Character And The Reader Try Not To Die Of Boredom || 39: An Interrupted Kiss || 41: "I'm pretty sure you're the only thing that fills my head these days"

Based on The Office US because I'm rewatching it again lmao

Word Count: 2.2k

Thank you once again to @da1ryqveen for helping me!! ILYSM BESTIE!!

A/N: Ugh, Heizou, my beloved ilysm <3 Pls marry me, sir

You look over at Heizou, whose head is still dead against the chill of his desk. He's been lying for some time now, and you almost feel bad for the guy. The boss Takayuki Kujou asked everyone to complete their daily expense reports. Usually, that wouldn't be an issue, but for Heizou, the reports took him about five minutes, and now it's two hours later, and he's bored as all hell.

You usually always have something to do as the office receptionist. Whether typing notes for meetings, answering phones, or organizing schedules for your boss. But at the moment, you're also accessible as a bird. Mainly because Mr. Kujou was out, and the office was left to the defacto leaders Kamaji and Sara, the office favorites. Kamaji is kind and thoughtful; Sara is straight-laced and hardworking. So, they're pretty well balanced. Way better than the head boss.

This whole train of thought stops when you see Heizou lift his chin up. His chin rests on the desk rather than his face. You see him glance around at the other employees, and then he fixes his gaze on you. You feel yourself get flustered, so you quickly wave at him. His desk sits about five feet away from yours, so this is a regular occurrence. He smiles at you, gets up from his desk, and walks over to you. He rests his arms on your desk as he speaks.

"Y/N, I am bored out of my mind," he pouts. "Are you doing anything interesting that I can help with?"

"Not really, I'm just passing the time," you tell him. You hear him groan.

"I'd thought for sure that you'd be doing something," he complains. You laugh.

"Sorry, what have you been doing this whole time?" you ask him even though you saw exactly what he was doing. He gives you a small smirk.

"Just passing the time," he answers, and you laugh again. "So, how do you suppose we really pass the time?"

"Aren't you supposed to be working on those reports?" you ask him playfully, and he chuckles while rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, those took me five minutes," he tells you.

"Heizou, if Sara finds out that you're not working, she'll be pissed," you remind him. Unfortunately, Heizou and Sara have never seen eye to eye.

"Yeah, I could really care less about that," he says. "Come on, let's do something. I'm dying here." You sigh deeply and look at the time. Only 1:30.

"Screw it, fine," you agree. He says a silent "yes!" "What do you have in mind?"

"I think we should play some games," he suggests.

"Seriously?" you ask.

"Yup," he affirms. "Come on." He grabs your hand, leads you from your desk, past all the other employees, and into the break room. You see Kamaji sitting at a table eating his lunch. He sees you and Heizou and gives you both a warm smile.

"Hello, Heizou and Y/N," Kamaji greets.

"Hello," you and Heizou both say. Then, before anything else, you whisper to Heizou.

"What is your game here?" you ask. Heizou leans in close to you to whisper his response.

"Whoever gets him to talk about his secret girlfriend from the Kanjou office first wins," his words dance in your ears from his closeness. The closeness makes you feel warm as Heizou sits beside Kamaji. So you decide to sit beside Kamaji as well on the other side.

"So, Kamaji," you start. "That lunch looks pretty good."

"Oh, it is," Kamaji agrees with you.

"I bet you were enjoying it with someone," you lead. "You know, a special someone." You see Heizou laugh to himself. Kamaji blushes at your comment.

"Wh-What? I have no special someone. What do you mean?" Kamaji denies your lead. You look at Heizou, who gives you faux pity.

"Well, you are amongst friends, Kamaji," Heizou says. Kamaji looks at Heizou happily.

"I am?" he asks.

"Of course," Heizou says.

"Guys, I...I am really am not seeing anyone," Kamaji says, trying to stop the prying.

"Really? That's good because I heard that one of Y/N's friends is interested in you at the Christmas party," Heizou fibs.

"Huh?" you and Kamaji both say. Heizou gives the play-along look.

"Uh, yeah, yeah," you agree.

"Oh, uh, well, I can't date your friend Y/N; I'm sorry," Kamaji stutters.

"How come? They really, really liked you, and you didn't think they were cute?" Heizou's really pushing now.

"Yeah, they were, but..." Kamaji hesitates.

"But what?" Heizou asks. Kamaji's blush becomes a deeper red.

"It's just...that..." Kamaji is really struggling.

"You know, I think we've made you uncomfortable," Heizou suddenly says. "Y/N and I respect your privacy. Come on, Y/N."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, right. Uh, bye, Kamaji," you both get up from the table and leave Kamaji.

When you're both alone again, you ask Heizou your burning question.

"Why did you just suddenly up and leave?" you ask Heizou.

"Well, he was getting upset so I think we should let him cool off before we try again don't you?" Heizou explains.

"Uh, I guess," you agree.

"Anyway, what's something else we can do?" Heizou wonders. "Oh, how about playing cards in the meeting room?"

"What? Won't we get in trouble?" you ask.

"Not if we put the blinds down on the windows leading into the room and put a sign up that says there's a meeting in progress," Heizou explains.

"I don't know," you say. If anyone were to catch you both, you would be in great trouble.

"Oh, come on. If anything happens, I'll take the fall," Heizou vows.

"I'm holding you to that," you tell him.

"You get some cards, and all take care of the meeting room," he says, and you separate to do your assigned jobs.

You look in your bag and find some playing cards and make a sign that reads "Meeting In Progress." You return to the meeting room to see the shades pulled down and ready for you. You place the sign on the door to the meeting room and open the door to find Heizou sitting waiting for you.

"You got them?" Heizou asks excitedly.

"Yup, right here," you show him the stack of cards and sit across from him. "What should we play?"

"Well, I'm a master at every game there is. Poker, Rummy, Blackjack, Crazy Eights, Kings in the Corner, you name it, I'm a master," Heizou boasts.

"Okay, well then, we will play War," you say.

"Huh? Why? That game is easy," Heizou gives you a confused look.

"Yeah, but it's luck based," you counter. "So, your mastery has little to no bearing." Heizou laughs a bit.

"Very clever, Y/N," he compliments.

"I know, I have my moments," you joke and begin to shuffle the cards. The object is simple just have a higher card than the other person, and you flip a card face down, so it's all based on chance. The perfect game to play against Heizou. And it's not mentally very taxing, so you and Heizou can talk as much as you want.

The game begins with Heizou placing a six down and you a ten. Next, you take both cards and put them into your pile. This process continues with the winner being chosen by chance.

After a bit, you both place down a seven meaning there is a war. Then, you both place three cards face down, and the fourth has to be the winning card.

"Come on, win this," you say to your card.

"Nervous I'll win? That's cute, Y/N," Heizou teases. You grow warm from his words.

"I'm not nervous," you say. "I know I'll win."

"Okay, I'll hold you to that," he copies your statement from earlier.

◯ ༚.°

"Miss Sara, is there supposed to be a meeting today?" an employee asks while standing at Sara's desk.

"No, not that I know of," she says. "Why?"

"It's just that there is a meeting going on in the conference room with all the shades pulled down and a sign about there being a meeting," the employee explains.

"There shouldn't be a meeting in there," she says, getting up from her desk to see what the fuss is about. She walks up to the meeting room without knocking heads straight in.

You and Heizou stop and look at Sara with dumbfounded faces. She is clearly upset but tries to stay calm as she sees the playing cards on the table.

"What is going on here?" she asks. You and Heizou look at each other and try to find an excuse.

"We were just, uh," you can't think of something to say.

"Do you two think this is really a good way to spend company time?" Sara asks, and your face grows very sad and scared. Then, you become warm, but it's out of fear instead. "I should write you both up for this."

"Madam Sara," Heizou stops her. "Don't blame this on Y/N. I dragged them in here."

"Oh really?" Sara eyes Heizou, who nods.

"Yes, so please don't punish them," he pleads.

"Fine," she agrees and walks out. You sigh in relief.

"Thank you, Heizou," you say as you get from the table.

"Hey, I said I'd cover for you. I'm a man of my word," he says. You grab his hand and then kiss his cheek. His face grows red from your sudden boldness, but his flusteredness switches quickly into confidence. "Oh, Y/N, you missed." He cradles your cheeks and leans in to kiss your lips. You close your eyes, ready for the impact.

"EXCUSE ME!" Sara's voice rings in the meeting room, and you and Heizou quickly separate from one another. "Get back to work!"

"Yes, Madam Sara," you both say and follow her out. You both giggle as you're walking out and returning to your desks.

You sit back at the receptionist's desk while Heizou sits at his desk. You smile at each other as you try to find work for the rest of the day.

The day ends, and you finish organizing some folders as Heizou stalks up to your desk once again.

"It is 5:01, meaning I can be here talking to you," he says.

"That's true," you agree.

"So, Y/N, do you wanna maybe grab a drink or something?" he asks.

"Oh?" you ask. "Really?"

"Yeah, the truth is I'm pretty sure you're the only thing that fills my head these days," he admits. "I mean, you're the only one I'd spend time with when I'm bored." His words make you smile and feel warm.

"I would love to go out with you," you say.

"Oh! Before we go, I'm going to say something to Kamaji," Heizou says as if he just remembered something.

"Oh, okay," you say, and he goes over to Kamaji's desk, which finds itself on the other side of the office. Kamaji has his back turned to you as he talks on the phone with someone.

"Yeah, they almost got me to tell them everything," Kamaji says. "They're quite the pushy duo."

"It sounds like he's talking about us," you whisper to Heizou. Heizou nods as you both continue to listen.

"I know Chisato, dear, I won't, I know," Kamaji says. You and Heizou look at one another. Holy crap. Kamaji unknowingly spilled. "I love you, too. Goodbye." Kamaji turns around to see you and Heizou. Kamaji jumps in his seat and then looks defeated. "Please tell me you didn't hear that phone call." You cringe, and Heizou looks down at the ground, then back at Kamaji.

"Sorry," Heizou apologizes.

"Oh, great," Kamaji puts his hand on his forehead. "Can you guys keep this between us?"

"Yes, sir," you both agree.

"Thanks," Kamaji sighs. "What do you guys need from me?"

"Oh, just a relationship form," Heizou says. You and Kamaji look at Heizou, confused.

"What already?" you ask. Going out for drinks will be your first "date."

"Yeah, I like to be prepared," Heizou says. "And besides, I've wanted to take you out for a while now, so I want this to be a real relationship."

"Me too," you say.

"Well, I don't have the form with me right now, so—" Heizou cuts Kamaji off.

"That's alright," Heizou says, grabs your hand, and leads you away from Kamaji.

"I feel bad," Heizou says.

"Why?" you ask.

"Well, what I said about me and you was true, but I didn't need the relationship form. I just wanted to see if Kamaji was on the phone with his girlfriend," Heizou admits.

"What?" you ask.

"Yeah, so I'll buy him lunch tomorrow as an apology," Heizou continues. You laugh and shake your head.

"Heizou, you are a bad man," you playfully hit his arm.

"Hey, it was the only way I could gather the evidence," Heizou says. "And besides, that's not important to me right now. You are the most important thing right now, Y/N." You get warm again and squeeze his hand.

"You're paying for the first round because of your evil doings," you tell him.

"Alright, alright. I guess that's how I'll repent," he agrees.

(ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

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