jaqofalltrades

[jaqofalltrades]

Work From Home

Anakin Skywalker x F!reader

Warnings: Smut!!, oral f receiving, fingering, voice control?, low-key edging, sub!reader, sweet Ani:), secret relationship.

Your day started as any other, waking up in the Jedi temple to do your duties and practice your training. Anakin had gone on a mission off planet. Somewhere on Kashyyyk, not the safest of planets. Even though you had been worried for him all day, you could not voice your opinions, seeing as any romantic relationships were strictly forbidden for Jedi. 

The two of you had started your secret meetings a few months ago, at first it was just to relieve stress and pent up excitement. A mutual agreement, as long as no one caught feelings. Obviously that didn't go as planned, and now you were dating. Only for the past month and a half, but it was still longer than anyone else in the vicinity.

So now you were winding down, freshly out of the shower with a towel covering your body, rolled at the top to keep it from slipping, and one wrapping your wet hair. You had a small room, connected to an even smaller bathroom. It came fully equipped with 1 table, 1 chair, 1 bed, and 1 pillow. Over the time you had been here, you acquired more. Like the extra robes in your closet, too big for you, but a perfect fit for Anakin. An extra pair of mens boots were tucked behind a hanging jacket, and extra pillows thrown on the bed. Every now and again you’ll have company, and spot one of Anakin's things lying around. You are quick to redirect them as you used the force to flick them away.

You were in your dresser, about to pick out something comfortable to wear to sleep. The door opened with a mechanical sound, that made you jump slightly and grip your towel harder, “Who the hell do you think you are?!” You called out as you turned, expecting someone in your business. Your voice died out as you saw the six foot figure standing in front of your closed doorway. A smile immediately graced your lips as you rushed forwards to hug him. 

He stumbled back at the impact and chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your back. He started with a chuckle, “Geez sweetheart, thanks for the warm welcome. At least I know you don't have anyone else sneakin’ around in here.” He lifted you slightly off the ground as he squeezed you tightly.

“Mm, you know I would never. And maybe if you knocked, or even just let me know you were coming I wouldn't have yelled.” You ended your sentence with a more stern look. As your feet went back on the ground you pushed yourself off him, looking up at him with a scrunched nose. “And anyways, I should be mad at you for not checking in all day, how am I supposed to know if you've died?” You crossed your arms as you walked back to your dresser. You took the towel off your head and grabbed a brush, looking in the mirror above as you started to brush through your hair.

Anakin's eyes were glued on you as you brushed your hair. Specifically the water that was dripping down your neck, over your collar bone and.. Soaked into the towel wrapped around your body. 

He had been thinking about you all day, and to have you in front of him now was like a sweet treat for his eyes. He let a smile grow on his face at your attitude. He found it more endearing than anything. “Oh, did I worry you? Don't let it sweetheart, I’m always careful, I’ve got you to think about.. But I’ll do my best.” As he spoke he removed his heavy boots, and his cloak; leaving him in his pants and your favorite fitted black shirt, not bothering in taking them off.

But he didn't for one second, take his focus off you. Your clean scent filled the air and it was making him woozy. He had already had a long, and extremely tiring day, he just wanted to relax, and do something he enjoyed. You had finished brushing your hair and you stood with your arms crossed, looking at him through the mirror. “Thank you Ani. But you aren't invincible okay?” Your eyes followed him, turning around to look at him directly. He sat idly on the edge of your bed, only 2 feet in front of you. He looked tense almost, like he was thinking really hard.

In his own perspective he was simply watching you. The way your mouth moved as you scolded him, how drops of water skimmed down your collar from your hair. The small puddle around your feet, and how your towel was starting to slip. He reached his arm forward, grabbing your waist gently and using his foot to pull you closer. 

You moved between his legs where he sat on your bed with a light gasp. He looked up at you and his pupils were blown, and he looked like a puppy. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, massaging them lightly. “I know baby, trust me. I’m always careful.” You have tingles running all over your body, starting from where Anakin's skin came in contact with yours and out. His eyes roamed over your covered body as his hands stayed where they were. He breathed you in as he pulled you closer, sitting sideways on his lap. “Have you been missin’ me?” He asked airily, placing his lips against your neck. He kissed along it gently, moving towards your jaw. 

Sparks flew across you skin, making you shiver. You leaned into him and you felt your thoughts melt away. “Mhm…” You hummed in response, “All the time.” Your brought your hands to cup his jaw, gently pulling his face up to yours. His eyes flicked between your eyes and lips, smashing them against his, quick and hungrily. He had been waiting for you all day and there was no stopping it now.

Your lips pressed against his in unison. His lips were chapped from being out all day, but you kind of liked it, it added extra roughness to his touch. Your hands started to roam over his shoulders, squeezing them tightly. You felt him smirk into your lips as you makeout on the edge of your bed. Soon you started to feel his hands groping you, partially over your towel, some not. His mechanical arm trailed up your back and into the bottoms of your hair.

Anakin's metal hand secured a grip in your hair, pulling you down onto the bed, hovering his body on top yours. He has a big grin on his face as his other hand rubbed up and down your side gently over your towel. You were looking up at him, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks.

His smile lines shone deep in his face, making him even more handsome in your eyes. “You look so pretty for me baby…” He spoke against your jaw in a hushed tone, leaving slow kisses on it. It sent shivers down your spine and made you smile flusteredly. “All squeaky clean,, and you smell so damn good.” Anakin let out a quiet and airy chuckle as he spoke to you. He buried his face into you and it made you laugh at the tickling sensation.

You playfully pushed his face back and spoke with a laugh, “Stop it- that tickles!” The laugh cut off and was replaced with a pleasured gasp leaving your lips as Anakin bit down and sucked on the skin. Not enough to leave a dark bruise, but just enough that the two of you could recognize it.

His hands roamed your body, gently tugging the towel off your still damp skin. The contrast of your soft, plump skin on his calloused palms felt like his personal heaven. He continued to massage, kiss and seer every bit of you into his mind. You had started to feel hot with need for him, arching your body up onto his.

“C’mon Ani, do something before I have to take this into my own hands,” you huffed at him in a whiny tone. His eyebrows raised and he gave you a look that made you want to pounce on him. His eyes had gotten heavier, and the tension felt ten times more real.

Anakin dragged his gaze down your bare figure, then back up to your big, sparkling, needy eyes. “I’m sorry angel, are you saying you can do this yourself? Because I can let’ya do that…” He smirked as he retracted his hands from your body. 

His smirk grew as he watched you immediately start shaking your head. “No, no- thats not what I meant! Please, Ani, I need you.” You pulled his hands back onto your waist and ran your fingers over his shoulders, looking at him with you bottom lip between your teeth; knowing how it drove him crazy.

His head shook with a smile as he kissed your forehead, “Only because you asked so nicely.” His mechanical hand traveled down your stomach, towards the growing heat in your abdomen. The coolness of the metal made your skin flinch under it.  

He landed a few kisses on your stomach and looked up at you with a devilish smirk. His cool hand massaged your inner thigh before making contact with your wet folds. Your jaw fell open at the coolness of his fingers, then biting your lip in anticipation. Anakin slipped his middle finger into you agonizingly slow, knuckle by knuckle. A subtle whine left your lips when he added a second finger, pumping teasingly.

Anakins’ eyes were glued to your dripping pussy, pupils blown with lust. “Maker you’re gorgeous… Cant wait to fuck you how you need,” his voice was low and gravelly, making you shiver. He curled his fingers in just the right way, making you moan abruptly.

“Fuck Ani-” his other hand clamped over your mouth gently, restricting you from making anything more than a muffled groan. 

“Shh- shh. Gotta stay quiet for me princess. Okay?” He didn't let up his pace, pushing knuckle deep. You nodded your head hesitantly, concentrating on holding yourself back. His hand slipped down your jaw and then hooked his arm under your thigh, reaching around to your side, holding you in place. 

His metallic fingers felt so right inside you, hitting all the spots you cant. He sped up his thrusting, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The sight of you crumbling beneath him made his pants tighten painfully. 

Your back arched off the soft sheets, and your lower half wiggled with pleasure. His hand pressed you down onto your lower stomach, and into the bed, thrusting his fingers into you faster, but left you unsatisfied when he suddenly pulled them out. You trained your eyes on him as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking in his cheeks as he cleaned your juices from them, that dark look in his eyes.

Your cheeks flushed at his actions, butterflies erupting in your stomach, the dull ache becoming stronger. “Ani! Why’d you stop?” your voice a low whine. 

He spoke as he lowered his head towards your core, “Don't worry baby, m’just gettin started.” His metal hand wrapped under your other thigh, holding down your other hip. He licked a slow stripe on your aching pussy, relief rushing through you. 

Before you could give him a physical reaction, Anakin started eating you out like an animal starved. His tongue massaged inside your walls so good. He was practically a god in this area. You tried to keep it down, but you couldn't help but let small whines and moans escape. “Mmmf.. fuck, just like that Ani, you're so good to me,” your words came out airy and high pitched, making Anakins dick twitch in his pants.

He groaned against you, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through your tummy. You let out a sudden moan when his flesh thumb started to circle on your clit, an acutely slower pace compared to his tongue inside you. Your pussy gripped his fingers like a vice.“Y’so sweet Princess… like fucking candy,” he mumbled as he continued to ravish your cunt.

You felt your high approaching quickly, his vulgar words urging you closer. Anakin removed his thumb from working your clit, and you were going to say some bratty quip about it when he pressed his two fingers back inside you and set a rapid pace. You couldn't stop the pornographic noises leaving you, consumed in pleasure.

His fingers immediately slowed their pace and you groaned at the sudden drop in pressure in your stomach. Anakin looked up at you, lips and chin glistening with your arousal, “You gonna stay quiet, or do you want everyone to know you're a slut for my fingers baby?” 

You squirmed under him, trying to get more friction. “I’ll be quiet I promise, just please keep going Ani m’so close!” Your toes curled when his fingers just barely scraped that squishy spot deep inside you. He pumped them slow and deep, making your eyes flutter shut.

Anakin kissed your inner thigh, his voice deep, “Thats my good girl… Now eyes on me. Want you to watch me make you cum.” Your pussy clenched around his fingers, your slick making lewd noises. 

You opened your eyes, to be met with Anakin already looking at you, his eyes dark and concentrated. His mouth attached to your clit, sucking and licking feverishly. He thrusted his fingers in an uncontrolled manor, curling them at just the right angle. 

The two combined with the eye contact you held has you coming undone fairly quick. Your thighs clenched around his ears, and he felt like he was in heaven. As your legs started to shake he increased his pace even more, which you didn't think was possible. Quiet moans escaped you, your hands grabbing at the sheets beneath you. 

“Ani- ah.. m’gonna… please, please- Anakin!” you begged in a raw and hushed moan. He sucked on your clit, keeping his eyes on you. The view of him below you, eating you out like a god had you cumming in seconds. Your thighs clamped around him and your tension filled legs spasmed and heels dug into his back muscles.

Anakin watched how your face contorted with pleasure, mouth hung open slightly and your eyes begging to flutter closed, but you kept them on him like he told you. The small sheen of sweat covering your face made it seem like you were glowing, his perfect little angel cumming on his fingers so sweetly.

Your juices flowed from you as he continued to fuck you through your high, his fingers only letting up slightly as you clenched around him. He shamelessly licked up your juices, taking his time as you started to relax. Your ears were ringing, vision black in the corners, and your voice was temporarily out of order. Your body melted back into the bed, legs going slack over Anakin's shoulders.

You started to come back when you felt his gentle hand stroking up and down your calf. You smiled at him cheekily, brain mush while staring at his pretty features. He crawled up to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your lips. You could taste yourself on him, not complaining. He had your cheek cupped in his mechanical hand and he pulled back slowly. “Ready for more baby?”

Lmk if you want a part twoo, if you do i'll get to the GOOD stuff. I just need validation in my work lol cause I constantly question if its worth writing. Anyways tell me what u think, send requests or don't rlly whatever you want! want fanfic to start a comeback bc its been lacking lately in new fics so I've been getting to work

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Little updatee:

So me and Ace are working on the second half of the Barracks Bunny fic w König,, and it should be coming sooner rather than later!

ALSO im working on an Anakin Skywalker smut and it should be posted within the next day or so depending on how much time I have to work on it!

Anyways lol pls send any requests that u have so I can start working on some with my spare time🙃

[jaqofalltrades]

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

POV: Simon "Ghost" Riley is your ex, in a moment of drunken desperation you call him to pick you up from the club.

Tags: Slight momentary spice, Simon being a gentleman and a softie, drunken confessions, kissing

I based this off of the Chai made by Laura! Just look up "Simon Ghost Riley" if you are interested. It should be the 4th one.

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As you stumble out of the bar, the dimly lit street amplifies your unease, a consequence of the excessive amount of alcohol you consumed. In a moment of impulsiveness, you call your ex-boyfriend, Simon, desperately hoping he can come to your rescue. Within minutes, Simon arrives in his car, his eyes catching sight of you anxiously waiting on the curb.

“Get in!” he says curtly, his voice laced with a mix of coldness and anger as he opens the car door for you. You stumbled into the car silently, a look of disdain on your face, already regretting your decision to call your ex in your time of need. Shutting the door and buckling your seatbelt, you discreetly glare at the man beside you out the corner of your eye. As you buckle up, Simon starts the engine and pulls away from the curb, the city lights blurring together as he navigates through the night.

His hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension. He avoids making eye contact, focusing on the road ahead as he drives in silence. You pull out your phone to avoid confrontation and open Tinder, flicking through your DM's and reading a few requests from random men. Simon silently observes your actions, studying your profile on the glowing screen, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenches as he sees the flirtatious messages and photos from random men, a surge of jealousy flooding through him. Feeling his eyes on you, you decide to call him out.

“Stop being nosy. It’s not like we’re together anymore,” you say with a drunken venom in your tone. You immediately regret being so harsh, deciding to stay quiet. Simon’s eyes remain fixed on the road, but his expression remains impassive. He doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he reaches over and snatches the phone from your hand, tossing it into the glove compartment with a soft clunk. His tone is low and controlled when he finally speaks. You go to cuss him out, but he cuts you off.

“No need for that language, love. You’re drunk and don’t need that kind of attention right now. Trust me.” His voice is calm, almost soothing, but there’s a hint of authority in it.

“Love? Really? Plus, why do you even care anyway?” You slump back in your seat and focus your attention out the window, attempting to make your silent tears go unnoticed. Simon’s eyes flicker to your face, but you're too busy watching the scenery pass by to notice the worry in his gaze. He swallows hard before speaking again.

“I care because I don’t like seeing you hurt, okay? And I care because-” You cut him off, yelling out in frustration, “Because what Simon? No, really tell me! Because last I checked, you broke up with me.” Teary eyes still looking out the window, watching the gloomy scenery pass by. He pulls the car over to the side of the road, his movements quick and precise. He shifts his body to face yours, the expression on his face serious.

“Because we had something special, OK? And because I had made a mistake.” He can hardly make eye contact with you out of guilt, but when he finally does you can see the guilt riddled throughout his features.

“A mistake? What mistake could you have possibly made?” you face him fully now, tears on clear display and the alcohol radiating from your slightly slurred speech. Simon takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours with a newfound confidence he didn’t think he could conjure up in this moment.

“I made the mistake of thinking I could do without you, that I could move on. But the truth is that I can’t. I still think about you every day, and seeing you like this… it tears me apart knowing I’m the cause. I never wanted to hurt you, but sitting here now I’m realizing that it was stupid to think you were better off with me.” You sit quietly, looking down at your hands fiddling in your lap. You don’t know what to say, so you let him continue. Simon reaches out to gently brush a tear from your cheek. His voice is soft and filled with regret as he continues.

“I shouldn’t have let you go. I should have fought for you… for us. And now that I have you here, I don’t ever want to let you go again.” You look up at him as you start to cry more, pulling him in for a kiss. Simon hesitates for a moment, his lips pressed softly against yours. Then, as if a dam had broken, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a passionate, desperate embrace. Your hand reaches up the back of his neck, fingers lacing through his hair and gripping gently. He moans softly against your lips, hands moving to your waist to pull you closer as the kiss becomes more urgent and fervent.

“God, I missed you.” he murmurs huskily between kisses, voice laced with lust and pupils blown wide. You pull your lips away and rest your forehead against his with your eyes closed. The thumping of your heart dropping to between your supple thighs, but you suppress it to remember you’re heavily intoxicated… Should you really be doing this right now? Stuck in thought, you don’t realize you’ve gone silent and opened your eyes to see his pleading ones searching for understanding. His hands are still on your waist, holding you close as he feels the tension in your body, breathing heavy and ragged. He feels the hesitation and pulls his head back slightly.

“Do you want me to stop?” The confusion and slight fear of hurting you again flashes on his face, but as fast as it appeared, it vanished just the same. Gathering your emotions, you gently reassure him, “Truthfully no, but at the same time I feel like you are only doing this to make me feel better… like as soon as I’m happy again you’re just gonna disappear. I’m scared, Simon.” His eyes soften as he looks at you, thumb gently brushing against your cheek. “I’m not just doing this to make you feel better,” he murmurs, voice low and sincere, “I’ve wanted this for a long time now.”

“Then what made you think that you would be better off without me?” Your voice breaks with a hiccup, starting to breathe heavier and faster, almost hyperventilating. Simon’s expression turns serious as he glances over your hardened features, hands still gripping your waist. “It’s complicated,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “ I felt like I wasn’t good enough for you.” You almost bust out laughing, appalled at the idea that the man next to you could ever even be close to not good enough.

“Not good enough for me? Really? Jesus Christ Simon, I’m the one not good enough for you! I’m clingy and overprotective and- and get jealous easily! Why did you pick me..?” His hands tighten around your waist as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, salty embrace. “Because I saw something in you I couldn’t resist. You were passionate and caring, and you made me want to be a better man.” You both sit silently for a moment, you searching his eyes for even a sliver of doubt or deceit, but it never appears. Slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him passionately, conveying emotions, not able to be understood through words.

Simon’s response to your kiss is immediate and intense. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and over the center console onto his lap into a firm hug. His hands roam your body hungrily, tracing every curve of your hips and thighs through the thin fabric of your dress that is bunched up around the hill of your ass. He realizes where this predicament will eventually lead to and stops, resting his forehead against yours.

“Let’s get you home and sobered up. A real man never lays a woman while she is inebriated,” he spoke, chuckling at the whine that unwillingly slipped through your bitten lips. “Now I know it’s unethical, but perhaps you could stay comfy right where you are while I take us to our respected residences.” The suggestion puts a small smile on your face as you snuggle your face into his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, inhaling the woody pine musk of his natural scent. You want to question him about the legal stance of this, but are too warm to care. Instead, you hum a satisfied agreeance and let him drive.

Stirring slightly to the engine of the car being shut off, you sleepily lift your head to see your apartment building. Without a word, Simon opens the door and carries you inside, up to your room, and lays you on your bed. Like the gentleman he is, he takes off your heels and lays them aside, grabbing the makeup wipes from your bathroom and gently removing the smeared streaks of mascara that cascade down your warmed cheeks. He gets up, and you immediately start to worry that he is leaving, only to sit up and see him in your dresser, returning with an old t-shirt of his you had yet to return and a pair of sweatpants. You give him a knowing grin at the suggestion of him changing you when he retorts, “Oh hush it, love, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Wordlessly, you let him continue. He respectfully takes his time, making sure to keep eye contact with you. Fearing his inevitable absence, you decide to test your luck. “Si?” You mutter out into the comfortable silence, his only response being a small “hm?” “Please stay.. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Struggling to hold eye contact and fearing his rejection, you’re surprised to feel his hand massaging your leg. “Oh darling, I won’t go anywhere if that’s what you wish.” He smiles lovingly and stands up straight, picking you up and your legs wrapping around his waist. He crawls into your bed and wraps you both up, petting your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep.

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Barracks Bunny

COLLAB WITH @ace-of-spadez GO FOLLOW!!!

POV: You're a barracks bunny and didn't think the Colonel knew.

König x bb!reader

CW: (Part 1) Age difference (König early 40's, reader mid 20's), sparring ig. (Part 2) Size difference, size kink, authority kink, breath play, overstimulation, choking, over-the-desk, public but also not public, multiple rounds, hair pulling, fingering, cunnilingus, headboard banging, creampie, biting, marking, etc.

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You were going on the third week in your new base. Kortac. It was mid afternoon and you were making your rounds. Your evenly paced steps created tiny clicks on the hard floor, ringing out in the relative silence. A shout could be heard every once in a while from every other training room, usually someone being berated and called a maggot. This place was no boot camp, but they strictly kept up with training to whip everyone into shape. You yourself could’ve used the extra cardio, but instead you’re on your way to put bullets in walls.

You turned a sharp corner and took only a few steps, your eyes rested on the shadow of a lonely recruit sitting solemnly by himself, with only the open broom closet across the hall to illuminate his face.. You made an abrupt stop and tilted your head slightly. Your voice cut sharply into the stale air, “Soldier, is there a reason you aren't at your station right now?” 

The man’s head abruptly shoots up in your direction, eyeing you incredulously as he rises to his feet quickly straightening his posture. “What’s it to ya?” The corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. The soldier takes a few steps closer coming into the light of the main room, showing a rather rugged man but also well-kept. 

“Sarg was taking roll and sent me to seek out the stragglers.” You gave him a knowing look, already aware of the soldiers that were missing in training. You stood up straight and took a step back as the lone soldier finally entered the hall and stood over you with a strange glint in his eyes. You knew that look all too well, he wanted something. Although that ‘something’ was not clear, you had an inkling of what it was. As soon as that feeling appeared, it disappeared just as quick.

“How can you be certain that my name is on that list? I could outrank you for all your knowledge.” He grinned slyly as he folded his arms across his chest. 

“Your name soldier.” You stood your ground as you looked at him, unmoving. As your conversation goes on, you’re both unaware of the new looming presence a few feet down the hall behind a cracked door.

He gave you a quick glance up and down, already aware of your position as a barracks bunny. One of his fellow companions had leaked that little detail the other night at meal time. “The name’s Marshall Matthers. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His voiced dripped sensually. “Although I may know you more than you think.” Matthers unfolded his gear clad arms and shrugged with a smile.

You shifted your weight onto one foot and crossed your arms, lifting a brow in question. You should be telling him to get back to training, as informed to do. “And what, Private Matthers, do you mean by that?” Taking a firm step forwards looking at him quizzically. A small squeak of a door could be heard by someone that was paying attention. 

“It could mean whatever you want honey.” Matthers responded. You could tell what he was hinting at, his tone being more obvious than storm clouds in the sky. 

A hint of a smirk crossed your lips as he spoke. You cocked an eyebrow up at him and you gathered your composure to stop yourself from telling him off. You go to speak when you notice the man’s face in front of you drain of any and all color. His eyes go wide and he immediately looks back to you, apologizes and practically sprints down the hall to his designated training room, suddenly more interested in being berated than teasing you more. Your brows furl in confusion, mouth frozen in position as the words died on your tongue. 

A looming presence behind you sends chills up your spine and anxiety coursing through your veins. You take a step forward and slowly turn around, seeing a building of a man staring you down. Is this the nearly seven foot giant that has been whispered about around the base? Theres a lump in your throat as you try to swallow, mouth unbearably dry. You straighten your posture to the best of your abilities, putting a stern look on your face attempting to hide your uncertainty and uneven breath.

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you, unsure of what to say. You notice the man looking you up and down, almost sizing you up rather than checking you out. Clearing your throat with a quick, “ahem,” the mountains eyes snap to your face. “And your name soldier?” You try to hide the small waver in your voice, if it had been anyone else you’d think it would go unnoticed, but the man noticed immediately. His eyes crinkle lightly, as if he were smirking under the veil of a t-shirt with two eye holes cut into it. 

“Colonel König, ma’am. And you?” he spoke lowly, thick austrian accent catching you off guard. His voice was smooth, slightly higher pitched than what you’d expect from a man of his build. Large broad shoulders, tall and wide stance, muscular arms crossed against his chest, clad in a bulletproof vest and enough gear to fill a tank. You found yourself spaced out, realizing you must have just been staring at him for a good five seconds before being quick to respond.

“My apologies Colonel, I was not made aware of who you are.” Standing about four feet apart, you and König stood, you clearly trying to remain professional while practically shrinking into yourself and him clearly enjoying having so much of an effect on you. “I was simply sent to collect any missing men for training. And now that I have, I will be on my way.” You nod and start to walk away when you hear him call from behind you.

“You don’t happen to be headed to training room C-16, do you?” The question stopped you in your tracks, how could he have known? I mean yes, he is the Colonel and should be aware of all the soldiers ranks and schedules. But the question remained, why would he be asking if he knew?

“That is correct Colonel. Is something the matter?” you ask over your soldier, hoping to avoid the uproar of anxiety you get from making eye contact with him. 

“Oh not at all, I am to be assisting with training in your group today. Shall we walk there together?” He took two long strides towards you, bumping his elbow into your shoulder as he passed. Clearly not a request, but a statement. You attempt to keep up with his fast pace, walking in silence with the tower of a man next to you. 

As the both of you neared the open training door, you slowed your pace slightly, as to enter behind him. His head peers back over his shoulder for a second before looking straight on. As you step into the full room, everyone's eyes seem to immediately land on the Colonel and then you, trailing in behind him. A few smirks and chuckles could be seen all around. You knew what they were thinking, seeing as your track record is quite widely known amongst the other men.

You walked to the side of the training room, feeling a few eyes still watching intently. König seemed to have realized the thoughts of the soldiers. He stopped in the center of the room, folding his hands behind his back, observing everyone. He knew of your midnight adventures, hearing about it from other soldiers personal conversations that he eavesdropped on. He decided to shut any ideas down before they could fully formulate. “Alright soldiers! Settle down and pay attention. No need to act like a bunch of idioten the moment one of your female comrades enters the room.”

All of their eyes snapped up and their postures straightened, everyone immediately resuming their work. You however were left standing in thought. Why would he feel the need to stand up for you like that? You two knew next to nothing about the other, much less have enough of a relationship to defend you like he just did. Was it purely just out of respect? Or did he have a underlying reason behind it, a different intent maybe? You’re snapped out of overthinking by a large hand waving in front of your face. 

“Welcome back to reality soldier, afraid we lost you for a second there. Everything alright?” König asked calmly. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply just nodded and walked over to a bench to place your stuff down. Although you weren’t yet aware of who your training buddy would be quite yet, you still sat down and quietly began preparing yourself for sparring. Just as you were about get up to ask who you would be partnering with, you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Looks as if you’ll be working with me today. I was told you are to work on sparring with enemies much larger than you in preparation for an upcoming mission.” Your heart jumps to your throat as you hear König continue. “I will be teaching you some strategies along with what not to do when up against an enemy twice the size of you, if the opportunity were to ever arise.” Frozen in place you begin to panic, how in the hell are you supposed to take down a man like him? He could easily snap you in half in seconds. You could already tell that today was going to be rough.

There was no doubt in your mind that your were strong, hell you would even be proud to announce that you were stronger and more agile than most of the men in the room currently. But König? That was where your confidence slightly faltered. Putting aside your worry, you confidently strided over to the mat, getting into sparring position with a determined look on your face. Across you stood the giant, now barren of his gear and equipment, t-shirt no longer over his face, instead wearing his baklava which he only wore during sparring. 

He’s stood straight, hands clasped in front of him and facing the group of fellow soldiers. “May I have everyone’s attention!” He spoke up, instantaneously getting the eyes of all in the room in which he continued. “I will be providing a scenario in which it may be difficult to fight back, I will be showing different moves and maneuvers that you may need to use to your advantage.” All eyes were on you and König, your breathing uneven. Looking back to your sparring partner, you see him getting into position. Before you even have time to react, he has gotten beside you, splaying his arm across the entirety of your chest holding onto your opposite shoulder pushing back; sweeping his foot into the backs of your knees, you fold immediately. 

You try to recover quickly, rolling over onto your stomach, attempting to push yourself up off the ground when he places his foot in the center of your back holding you down. He lectures the others on what you could have done in order to avoid this but it all goes in one ear and out the other as the air gets pushed out of your lungs. Finally, you get let back up as you gasp for oxygen, swiftly darting behind König to jump onto his back, locking your legs around his waist and putting him in a chokehold. Everyone looks shocked for an entirety of 2 seconds before you get flung over his shoulder, your back aching as you smash into the ground. 

Your eyes opened as you groaned. The sight you are met with is the Colonel’s body looming over yours, looking down, his eyes looked like they were holding a satisfied grin behind them. He reaches his arm out, and you grip onto it, being yanked up quickly onto your feet with your head spinning slightly. 

König faced the crowd of soldiers again, his voice cutting into them, “Okay. Now you have seen what not to do when facing a larger opponent. I’ll demonstrate again, but this time I will show what to do, ja?” His eyes looked around, seeing nodding heads as confirmation they were listening. He turned to you, holding his hands up, “Be in a standard defensive position, hands up, covering your stomach and head. The weakest spots.” He started to circle around you, so you moved opposite of him. He was speaking directly to you now, “Use your size to your advantage. You are smaller, so you can move quicker, and be harder to grab. Stay low to the ground, try to throw your opponent off balance.. Think on your feet. And never, ever second guess yourself.”

The second he completed his speech he darted towards you, and you drop like a bag of rocks in order to trip him. He stumbles but stays standing by which you grab his wrist and pull him over you, using the momentum of his rocking. He braces himself and somersaults forward to try and recover but as he goes to sit up, you lock onto him from behind. Your legs around his hips with your ankles crossed, locking his legs together as you wrap your arm around his neck and fall back. König tries to reach back and unlock the chokehold you have him in, when he realizes he can’t he starts to get even more harsh. Thrashing and attempting to retrieve airflow that he doesn’t think to pull your ankles apart, and finally he taps. 

You release your hold on him with a triumphant smirk, hearing him gasp for air inflating your confidence ten-fold. Obviously you offered him a hand and asked if he was okay, that’s more important than beating the nearly seven foot giant, that not a single person would ever think to go into a one on one combat with willingly. 

He stood with a lighthearted chuckle. He looked down and nodded his head in approval while replying, “Yes, I’m fine. That was good Corporal (L/n), I am more than mildly impressed with your efforts. And thank you for helping with my demonstration.” You stand straight with your head held high, eyes scanning the room, seeing the faces of the soldiers filled with a mix of nervous confusion and impressed anger. To think the only person to have the balls to attempt to take down the brick wall of an intimidating giant would be the one and only 5’6, 140 lb woman in the entire group.

“Alright soldiers, back to work. I want to see each and every one of you working hard. You have 2 hours.” König stated to everyone as he turns to refocus his attention on you. “Corporal (L/n), if you would please come with me, I would like to discuss the mission plans with you in my office.” You felt confused as to why he was asking about this when the mission isn’t for another couple months. However, swallowing down the confusion and putting on a blank face, you give him a curt nod and follow him out of the training room.

“I don’t mean to doubt your knowledge, Colonel, but if I’m not mistaken the mission isn’t until 4 months from now. How is it possible to have all of the information and suspects needed to start formulating plans on something we aren’t certain the future of?” The rhythmic pace of footsteps echoing in the empty barracks hallway. You and König walk side by side and the slow rising and falling of his chest helps to soothe the tension in the air.

To be continued...

I'm not totally sure when the second part will be out but take this for now...

[jaqofalltrades]

Finnick Odair x Reader Oneshot

Finnick comforts you after having a nightmare of being back in the games. You are both in district 13, a few days after escaping the quarter quell.

You had fallen asleep with your head on your boyfriends chest. It was a jam-packed day and you were exhausted. The day consisted of meetings with President Coin and Plutarch, war plans and more. You were constantly anxious that 13 would be discovered by the capital so you were always on guard and took no time to relax.

Finnick reassured you that everything would be fine, but he couldn't actually know that. So here you are sound asleep when clear images start running through your mind.

Your legs burned as did your lungs. Finnick was running alongside you, trying to get away from the mutant monkeys. They were just behind you and they were gaining speed by the second. One of them clawed out and snagged your ankle causing you to fall. Your nose smacked hard on a rock and you immediately felt the blood pouring out.

"Y/n!" Finnick yelled and ran back to help you. One of the monkeys had gotten on top of you and was about to attack. Finnick threw his spear instantly killing it. You pushed it off and stood up as fast as you could, pulling his weapon out of the animal and handing it to him as you continued to run. The smell of blood was overwhelming your senses and some of it trickled onto your lips. "Are you okay?" he asked breathlessly as he ran.

"I'm fine," you replied, even though your head was spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out at any moment. You turned your head to see that the monkeys were no longer behind you, seeming to be blocked by an invisible wall. As you slept your breath quickened and you turned onto your side harshly, facing away from Finnick. It all felt so real, and you didn't even know you were having a nightmare.

You both stopped running and tried to catch your breath. He walked up to you and used his sleeve to wipe the blood from your nose and lips. You would have thought that was kinda gross if you hadn't been in the position you were in. His hands cupped your cheeks and he looked into your eyes. "You need to be more careful. I don't know what I would do if I lost you," he said gently but sternly.

You sighed at the calmness of his touch, "I know, I'm trying." You looked past him and you saw a thick fog rolling in. "Finnick turn around," he turned and saw the fog. It creeped closer and you both stayed still to see what was going on. It was just a few feet away from you both and Finnick stuck his hand out, making him wince in pain. You didnt know what happened but you grabbed his other hand and started running away from it.

Your arms thrashed around lightly, and sweat started forming on your forehead. The anxiety from the dream leaking into reality.

"Fuck!" he yelled from the pain on his hand and wrist. His skin was bubbling and burning, but he pushed past the pain and tried to focus on running.

You felt a searing pain on your leg where the fabric was ripped. The skin started to bubble and blister and you yelled out in pain. You could practically smell the salt water from where you were and knew you'd be fine if you just kept going for a few more minutes.

Suddenly an arrow flew at you and straight into your shoulder. You screamed and fell to the ground from the impact. The tribute that had shot you started running in the opposite direction. Blood was pouring from the wound and you knew you weren't going to make it out of this alive.

Tears formed in your closed eyes as you thrashed around more, but not enough to wake up your oblivious boyfriend. You were sweating and breathing heavily now.

All you felt was anxiety and dread. "No! Y/N!" Finnick yelled out to you once more. The fog slowly started to consume your body, reaching your ankles, then knees. You screamed and cried in pain, knowing you couldn't do anything to stop it. Finnick tried to pull you up as you screamed and thrashed around.

Tears were clouding your vision but you looked up at Finnick with a solemn look on your face, "Go, please, you can make it. I can't." You watched as he shook his head violently. You felt the pain go further up your body as it came closer and closer to covering you whole.

"No, I wont leave y-" he got cut off when another arrow was released, going straight through his chest. He looked down at the arrow before he started to slump to the ground.

You gasped loudly and cried harder. "Finnick! " That was the last thing to leave your mouth before the fog rolled over you entirely.

Tears were fully streaming down your sleeping face. You thrashed and sobbed in the bed next to him. Finnick stirred at the movement and slowly awoke. At this point you were calling out his name in a panic. "No, please no. Finnick, Finnick-!"

He sat up quickly and he hovered over you, shaking your shoulders trying to wake you. "Hey, hey Y/n, wake up. Its okay its just a nightmare, everything's okay," he attempted to calm you as you came out of the nightmare.

Your eyes flew open and you gasped. Sitting up, sobbing heavily, the ptsd hit you hard. You saw Finnick in front of you and felt slight relief. You wrapped your arms around him, crying into his shoulder.

He squeezed you tightly and pet the top of your hair, trying to calm you. "I'm right here, you're safe. I promise you're safe. It wasn't real, the games are over. I've got you," he whispered calmly in your ear. The feeling of his warm breath brushing your ear helped solidify your surroundings, making you feel less stressed.

You both sat in relative silence, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and Finnick shushing you endearingly. He rubbed your back as you clung to him, until you eventually pulled back, "Thank you… and I'm sorry." You were so grateful for the man you had sitting in the same bed as you right now. You felt bad for waking him because of your nightmares. You used to get them often after your first round of games. You just forgot how insanely real they felt.

Finnick shook his head with a small, warm smile. "Don't apologize sugar-cube, you did nothing wrong," he gently swiped some stray hairs behind your ear, "If it makes you feel better, I used to have nightmares too. At least you didn't punch me; like I did with one of the poor medics fixing me up." He spoke to you gently, trying to raise your mood. His words did bring a quaint smile to your lips. But, you still felt a little shaken. And it was worse because you were still exhausted as well.

You took a deep breath while snuggling up to him again, sprawling over him while hooking your arms around his neck. Knowing he was this close helped soothe you even more. "Thank you for being here with me." Your words were quiet and your eyes were once again closed.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips forming a smile against your messy hair. "Until the day I die, sugar-cube," he whispered against you.

You both stayed silent, letting the sounds of your in-sync inhales and exhales fill the room. He softly trailed his fingernails over your back, until he felt you relax and finally fall asleep again. He kept his eyes open for a few extra minutes to make sure you didn't immediately go back into your nightmare. Eventually, his eyelids slipped shut and his breath evened out, his grasp of you loosening slightly. The rest of the night was peaceful. You were grateful for the sleep, tomorrow would be a big day. Tomorrow you infiltrate the Capitol.

(Heyy, this is the first thing I’ve posted on tumblr and im excited😍. Feel free to leave a comment for constructive criticism. ALSOO please please send me a request for a fic idea! I think im a good writer I just stuggle to think of prompts! I can write for a lot of diff fandoms, but my main are Star Wars, Hunger Games, Supernatural, the 100, HP, PJO/HOO, Marvel, and a few others lol. Anyways I hope you loved it!)