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merlincmgirl · 2 months ago

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Outdoors - Wolffe x FReader - NSFW

Summary: Wolffe just wants 5 minutes alone with you, is that too much to ask? Well according to his brothers it is. So after all the interruptions, he drags you through the forest on the planet you were stationed on to finally have your undivided attention. He's going to make sure his brothers know exactly who you belong to.

Characters: Wolffe, Sinker, Comet, Boost

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 7,690

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk, marking, possessive, biting (it is Wolffe), outdoor sex

Authour's Note: Wolffe is just... is just... he has a hold over me and filth just pours out. My brain melts with him!

shebs - backside, rear, buttocks

mir'shebs - smartasses

Wolffe was annoyed. No, not just annoyed, he was furious. For the past half a rotation, he just wanted 5 minutes alone with you, was that too much to ask? Well according to his brothers it was. Every time he thinks he has you alone, one of his brother interrupts.

First it was Sinker, who found you speaking quietly to him in the Command Centre after you had given him your initial report on the state of the transporters. The Centre wasn’t empty, but it was quiet, allowing a brief conversation before you would both have to return to your duties. His Sergeant had sighed in relief at seeing you, asking if you could help look over some of the communication towers that were broken during landing. His cyare had sighed and flashed him a soft smile before leaving to do her duty.

The second time it happened was in the mess hall. The pair of you had finally sat down to eat, hopeful that you would get something down you before work started up again. It was one of the only occasions that your paths may cross during the day without the expectation of reports and military protocols weighing you both down. So both you and Wolffe enjoyed these quiet moments, where you could share a meal together and talk quietly.

Comet had been the one to barge in on the moment, sitting down beside you and sparing Wolffe an apologetic glance before requesting your help. He seemed hesitant to tell you the reason, glancing over at the Commander before his desperate eyes flashed back to yours. Well that was going to be a headache for him later, Wolffe was sure. Laughing, you had assured Comet that you’d help deal with whatever was going on and wished Wolffe an affectionate goodbye before following after his younger brother.

The next time, it was Boost who interrupted, as he finally got you alone behind one of the supply tents that had been set up. He had just been about to wrap you up in his arms when Boost came round the corner, lighting up at seeing both his brother and his favourite Chief Engineering Officer. There was annoyance in your eyes but you greeted Boost with all the kindness that you possessed, as he asked if you would like to go see the shinies finally have the courage to talk to General Buir. Without waiting for a reply, he had led you away, shooting Wolffe a smirk and a wink over his shoulder as he dragged you away by your hand.

That was when Wolffe realised that something was going on. He wouldn’t put it past his brothers if it was Boost’s idea to annoy the Commander by dragging his cyare away during the few times they were alone. When you were both on duty, he rarely got any time with you. Mainly seeing you only in meetings or when you gave him your reports. So what little time he got when the 104th were on a mission, he would pull you somewhere quiet and finally spend time with you.

But his vod’ika’s little prank wouldn’t be happening for much longer. Because Wolffe has a plan, a plan to finally get you alone and away from annoying di’kut brothers.

So after all the interruptions, he drags you through the forest on the planet you were stationed on to finally have your undivided attention. He's going to make sure his brothers know exactly who you belong to.

You grunted, loosening the top button of your officer’s uniform as you trudged away through the forest, following Wolffe’s broad back. His grey and white armour was a delight to look at and it highlighted the curve of his ass perfectly. At least this way you got a nice view on your hiking trip with the Commander.

“Wolffe, for kriff’s sake, where are we going? We’re going to be out of sight of the men soon!” you grumbled, following after the Commander in front of you. A native fly buzzed at you and you angrily swatted it away. It was too hot for this, you could already feel your temples begin to dampen.

This planet was covered in a humid forest that went on for miles and miles. Perfect place to hide an entire army of clones – or droids. So the protocol was to not wonder off and make sure there was at least a group of you in case you found trouble. And you were walking further and further away from base.

“Good, they’ll be fine. Now quit complaining” Wolffe grunted, stepping over a small ditch and turning to offer you a helping hand. His strong grasp almost lifted you over the gap and safely next to him. He squeezed your hand once before letting go and continuing your walk.

You had been following him for a bit, the conversation pretty much one sided. Wolffe looked around stopping only for a moment before carrying on, a path known only to him. You were starting to suspect though he had less of a destination in mind and more and more that he was getting lost and wondering around. Sighing heavily at the heat that was beginning to cling to your skin, you bumped your shoulder against his arm. “We’re lost, aren’t we?” you questioned.

Wolffe turned to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at you, his cybernetic eye glinting in what light that made it’s way through the tree tops. “Of course we’re not lost. The men are 2 klicks West” he huffed, pointing back in the direction you came.

“Alright then, I’ll believe you” you grinned, slipping your hand into his and giving it a squeeze. Wolffe looked down at your enclasped hands and he smiled slightly, returning your squeeze. “Lead the way, Commander” you instructed, letting him tug you forwards.

“You know, I don’t know if it’s this heat or what, but your brothers have been very demanding today. I don’t think I got a moment’s peace with them” you frowned, wondering back to the Wolfpack's behaviour.

“Hmm, or what” Wolffe grumbled, moving a branch out the way for you so it didn’t get tangled in your hair or whip into your face. “It was Boost’s idea, I’m sure of it” he told you, leading you further into the forest.

“What’s he done now?” you sighed, dreading the headache that Boost would no doubt cause. If he was keeping you distracted, then that meant that something was going on that you weren’t meant to know about. You just hoped that whatever it was wouldn’t require you to clean up a big mess or lie to the General, you hated to see his disappointed face.

“Those little mir’shebs are keeping us apart for some reason, probably to piss me off” Wolffe explained and you had to hide your laughter behind a well timed cough.

“Really?” you asked, voice a little too high judging by Wolffe’s scowl, “why would they want to do that?”

Wolffe hummed, rolling his eyes at your amusement. “You’ve met my vode, cyare” he reminded, shaking his head.

This time you really did laugh, because if there was one thing the Wolfpack liked to do, was play pranks on each other. Normally Wolffe was kept out of most pranks due to his Commander position, but he was still on the receiving end of a few of the milder ones. “True! But it seems as if they’ve failed because I’m here with you” you grinned, wrapping your arm around the one holding your hand and pressing into him.

Wolffe pressed a brief kiss to your head before he straightened up and tugged you forward. “We’re here!” he announced happily, finally pleased to have reached the spot that his patrol squad had informed him about.

Pulling away from him, you couldn’t help but gasp. In front of you was a small clearing, with beautiful bioluminescent flowers surrounded by huge trees with thick, ageing trunks that reached high into the sky. Blinking in wonderment you stepped forward, careful to not disturb the flowers too much. “Wow!” you breathed, taking it all in.

A hand laid on the small of your back, and you turned to face Wolffe with a wide beam on your face. “How did you find this place?” you wondered, leaning into the warm weight of his hand.

“Patrol found it and told me about it. Thought it might be a nice little place to get away from everyone” Wolffe shrugged, pulling you into his arms. As you wiggled your way into his hold, back pressed against his chest, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection in his chest at the small movement. It showed him just how comfortable and safe you felt in his arms, and he couldn’t help but agree. It was like second nature to hold you so close, to have his head hook on your shoulder and feel your fingers run through his curls.

“It’s beautiful Wolffe, almost as beautiful as you” you smiled, holding onto the vambraces he wore on his wrists.

His chest rumbled with a chuckle and he squeezed you tighter against him. “Very cheesy, mesh’la” he murmured, pressing his nose into your hair and letting in a deep breathe of your scent. It helped him feel relaxed, more like Wolffe, rather than Commander of the 104th Attack Battalion.

You spun in his arms, throwing yours around his neck and pulling him down to you. “But you love me for it” you shrugged, enjoying the way Wolffe’s eyes squinted with happiness as he looked at you.

“Do I now?” he teased, leaning closer to hover his lips over yours, feeling the way your breath caught in your throat.

“Yeah” you breathed, focus zooming in on those perfect lips of his that was curling up into a smirk.

“Yeah I do” he confirmed, pressing his lips against yours. His hand came to cup your cheek, tilting your head up so he could kiss you how he wanted. Nipping at your lower lip, you gasped, and he took that as the invitation he needed to sweep his tongue into your mouth, seeking out your own.

You groaned, chest arching against his cuirass as you tugged him down into you. His tongue worked against your own, teasing you even further and you couldn’t help but feel heat flush through you.

Wolffe kissed just like he did everything else. With passion and strategy. He flicked his tongue against the tip of your own. It was almost like he wanted to consume you and overwhelm you, delighting in your little moans and groans against his lips.

Eventually you both pulled away, the urge to breath getting in your way. Resting your head in his neck, you panted, trying to stop your head from swimming at his kiss. A hand travelled to the nape of your neck, guiding you up to face him and you couldn’t avoid the smug look on Wolffe’s face at how breathless you were.

“You’re panting like me” you reminded, tapping his cuirass and shaking your head at him.

“Oh, but not as much as you, mesh’la” he chuckled lowly, the sound sending tingles down to your core.

Grumbling, you began to relieve him of his upper body armour, determined to feel the strong, warm planes of his body rather than the cool, hard ridges of his armour. The heat of the planet and forest was getting to you, and you guided Wolffe’s hands to the hem of your shirt so he could help you out of it.

As soon as that was on the floor, Wolffe groaned as he took you in. The way your skin glistened slightly with the humidity of the planet, how your curves were highlighted with every breath you took. The regulating temperature control of his body suit was a comfort, and he dreaded having to take it off but he had to if he wanted to feel your soft, delicate skin against his own. And he really, really wanted to do that.

“So beautiful” he murmured, trailing his gloved hands down the slope of your neck and resting just below your collarbone.

Starting at the belt around his waist, you glided your fingers over his tense abdominals, up over his chest, making sure to circle his nipples lightly before going upwards, until you could feel the small button that kept the top of his blacks closed around his neck.

Wolffe groaned, hands bracketing your neck before bringing you in for another kiss.

As you lost yourself to the kiss, Wolffe worked on undoing the bottoms of your own uniform, hooking his thumbs into the waistline and sliding them down your legs, breaking the kiss. He tugged off your boots, helping to keep you steady before pulling off your trousers.

You were left nearly bare in front of him, only your chest band and pants covering you from his heavy gaze. Shivering slightly, but not from the temperature, you reached out for his own belt, unclipping it and letting it drop to the floor. His helmet, that was clipped onto the belt, rolled amongst the flowers, but neither of you cared.

“Go on, keep going mesh’la” he growled, eyes never leaving yours.

Breath hitching in your throat, you lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him, the soft grass and flowers providing a comfort to your knees. Carefully, you unlatched his cuisses and placed them beside you in the grass. Next came his knee plates, and you added them to the growing pile around you. Pressing a kiss to his covered thigh, you hooked your fingers under his greaves and pulled them off as well, looking up into his dark eye and glowing white cybernetic one. There was only his boots and codpiece left. Wanting to tease him a little, you pulled off each boot, throwing them behind you somewhere.

“Keep going” he ordered, eyes never leaving yours, as his voice dropped another octave.

You felt slick leak out of you at that, no doubt forming a wet patch in your pants. But you trailed your fingers up his broad, strong and powerful thighs and worked your fingers under the catch. You could hear Wolffe’s breath catch in his throat as you slowly pulled away his codpiece. When you put it down beside the other pieces of armour, you turned back around to him, looking up at him past the bulge in his blacks.

“Good girl” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. It caught on your lip and he pulled it down slightly before he lowered himself down in front of you. “Can I take this off, mesh’la?” he asked, hands stopping at the back of your chest band.

“Of course” you consented, feeling relief as the monstrous contraption was taken off you.

Large, warm, calloused hands cupped your breasts, massaging the ache away before you met his eyes once more. He had been watching you, taking in how you relaxed into him and the relief you got from him doing that. He ran a thumb over your nipples briefly, before laying a hand on your chest and pushing until you lay back in the flowers and grass.

It was like a floral mattress, the ground soft and it smelled so beautiful that you couldn’t help but sigh, looking up at Wolffe as he was illuminated by the brightest blues and reds and greens and pinks. He looked like a God from this angle.

Wolffe thought the same, staring down at you from where he was hovering over you. You looked so damn beautiful it almost hurt to look at you. But what made it all the more perfect was the look on your face as you gazed up at him. It was full of love, desire and affection. Nobody had looked at him like that before. He felt special, important, like out of all his brothers he was the one you would pick every time.

Wolffe let out a little growl before falling forward, landing on his hands on either side of your head. He pressed a passionate kiss to you, losing himself in the feel of you against him, in the way that your legs spread naturally to welcome him into the v of your legs. He grunted as you cupped his face, keeping him pressed against you.

When you pulled away, you let your fingers trace gently over his scar, knowing how much he still hated it. “You know, Commander, you’re wearing too many clothes” you grinned, playfully tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“Oh really, mesh’la? I was going to say the same about you” he chuckled warmly, before sitting up properly and throwing his blacks behind him. When he returned, he skimmed a hot, calloused hand down your side and stopped at your hip, before trailing his fingers from right to left along your waist in a teasing pattern.

You bucked your hips under his hands, hoping he’d take the hint and pull off your pants. But you knew Wolffe, he loved to tease you, so you waited for him to make the next move. When he still hadn’t done anything, just idly tracing patterns along the hemline of your pants, you couldn’t help but let out noises of dissatisfaction.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased, letting the fingertips of one hand slowly slip between the material just enough to get your breath to hitch before he was pulling away.

“Wolffe, you haven’t even touched me yet! Come on” you hissed, reaching to thread your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled, rising up your body and presses soft kisses along the way until he was hovering over your panting chest. Wolffe cupped one in his hand, delighting at the weight before latching onto your other breast, sucking dark marks around the curve before taking your nipple into his mouth. He worked it into a stiff peak, gently rolling the bud in his mouth.

His other hand continued to work your other breast, squeezing and massaging it, grazing his nail lightly over the stiff peak. He loved hearing you moan and the way your hips bucked up into his stomach, searching for a friction that he wasn’t ready to give to you yet.

“Wolffe!” you gasped, tugging sharply at his dark curls as he ran his teeth over the sensitive nipple. His hand pinched the other one, making you cry out and arch into his touch.

Giving a hum of acknowledgement that sent tingles down your spine, you directed his mouth to the other breast, eager to feel his mouth on that side. He moaned around his new task, flicking and pinching your already slicked up nipple just to get you to moan loudly.

“Kriff Wolffe, you’re… everyone will know… what we’re doing” you panted, eyes sliding closed as you lost yourself in the sensation of his mouth and lips pulling at your buds, stiffened and shiny with his saliva.

“I’m counting on it, mesh’la” he assured, pressing a kiss to the valley of your breasts before kissing up your throat, feeling the thrumming of your pulse against his lips. He loved just how affected you got from his kisses and touches. He ran a hand over your chest and around your throat, not squeezing but keeping it there for a moment.

You shivered at the way he felt around you, encompassing every one of your senses as you ran your hands along his broad shoulders. Feeling the slightly slicked skin, you tugged him down to you, wanting to feel more of him. Throwing your head back, you couldn’t hold in your delighted nose as you felt his talented tongue and lips on your sensitive neck.

It felt so right to have him press himself against you and suck bruises and marks all along your neck. Everyone who would look at you would know you were taken. Would put two and two together and get the right answer. You didn’t have these hickies when you went into the forest with Wolffe, but you sure as hell had them when you came out of it later.

“Wolffe” you breathed, trying to get his attention on your face rather than sucking purpling marks along your neck. With a sharp pull at his hair, his head popped up and he found himself staring into your beautiful, flushed face. “Please mark me, I want everyone to know who I belong to” you begged, tilting your head to the side so he could have more room to work with.

“Oh, you’re perfect, mesh’la. Everyone will know just exactly who you belong to after this. Know just who it is that can make you feel so good, isn’t that right, mesh’la?” he purred, smiling lips pressed against you.

You hummed in reply, letting out a sigh at the feel of him against the ticklish spot under your ear. Pressing your hips against his, you could feel his hardened length through his blacks grind back down into you.

He worked his way down your body, kissing and grazing his teeth along the way, he seemed determined to make sure that anyone who looked at you would know that you were his, and he was yours. As well as the added bonus of keeping his annoying brothers away from you, was also a positive for him, you were sure.

Letting out a curse as his lips brushed against a ticklish spot, you couldn’t help but giggle and flinch away from him. He chuckled against you, running his hands up and down your sides before laying a wet, smacking kiss to the spot.

“Get off!” you grinned, shoving his head further down your body.

“Oh I’ll get you off, mesh’la” he smirked, looking up to see the playful roll of your eyes.

“All bark but no bite from what I can tell” you teased back, knowing it would work him up.

He huffed, mismatched eyes glinting at you before he returned to his journey down the length of your body. “Kriff, I can’t wait to put bruises all over your pretty skin” he cursed, nipping roughly at your side before running his tongue over the mark soothingly.

You hissed, body shuddering at his rough touch but relaxing back as you felt the warm glide of his tongue against the mark. That one would be staying on you for a while, that’s for sure.

Feeling him reach the edge of your underwear, he took in a deep breath and sighed, the warmth of his breath washing over your sensitive core. Goosebumps erupted over your skin, and Wolffe was quick to soothe them away with his hands. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched as he latched his teeth into the waistline of your underwear and then released them, the sharp sting of the hemline sending fire coursing through you.

“Ready mesh’la?” he asked, stopping what he was doing and looking up at you. He always asked for your consent, even when he was lost in his own passion. He refused to move until you had given your verbal consent. On some nights, it was a wonderful way to tease you both, but you didn’t want to wait now, you wanted to feel his mouth against you.

“Yes! Come on Wolffe” you breathed, trying to writhe your hips underneath him. But he pinned the hips down and gave you a warning look.

“Keep still, you know I enjoy unwrapping you” he ordered, peeling your underwear off you and pulling them down slowly. He groaned at the sight of your slicked entrance and your glistening folds were revealed, the material clinging onto you slightly before he tugged them off you.

Heat rushed to your face, blushing at the look of hunger that was on Wolffe’s own as he stared at your entrance. Your thighs tried to move, to close together to get away from the embarrassment at seeing just how much you affected him. However his hands quickly came up to hold you open for his gaze, hands strong and caring as he bit his lip.

“Mesh’la,” he breathed, staring at your core, “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart.”

Before you could say anything, he got down closer to your entrance, supporting himself on his elbows as he pressed a soft kiss to your thigh. One hand brushed soothing circles on your thigh, the other came to run explorative fingers through your slicked folds.

You sighed at the touch, knowing it was only the start. Wolffe couldn’t get enough of you, and he ate pussy like a man possessed. He always made you see stars with just his mouth and fingers, and you knew this time would not be an exception.

Leaning forward, you felt his warm breath caress your wet entrance, making you shiver at the conflicting sensations. Deciding that his hungry observation was through, Wolffe hooked his two thumbs on your lips and spread you open for him.

“Kriff!” you hissed, reaching down to clutch at him.

“My thoughts exactly, sweetheart” he growled, seeing your puffy folds and dripping entrance on full display for him. He didn’t waste any more time and ducked his head to take your clit into his mouth, giving it a hard suck that had you cursing him at how he went from 1 to 100 on your exposed cunt.

He flicked his tongue against the your button once more before making his way down to your entrance where your juices were pooling. Moaning, he collected them all on his tongue, savouring the taste before he was pushing his tongue inside of you.

All thoughts fled your head as he used his nose to nudge your clit while he drank your arousal straight from the source, seemingly not being able to get enough as he tried to push deeper inside of you.

“Fuck! Kriff! Wolffe, right there, oh!” you cried, tugging on his hair to direct him to a spot that was just aching for his touch. When you felt his tongue massage you there you couldn’t help but arch into him, moans and whines falling from your lips as Wolffe feasted on you.

Wolffe grunted at a particularly hard squeeze of his hair and pulled your legs over his shoulders, getting closer towards the nectar that was dripping from you and spreading all over his jaw. When all that did was have you buck more into his mouth and pull sharply at his curls, Wolffe growled lowly, vibrations shooting straight through your cunt to the heat that was coiling in your stomach.

Withdrawing from your delicious cunt, he grabbed both of your hands and secured them on your stomach, one large hands encompassing both your wrists and pinning them down.

“Wolffe! Please!” you whined, pouting at not being able to touch him for the moment.

“Stay there, or do I have to bring my cuffs out?” he threatened, nipping at your inner thigh in addition.

Kriff, you wouldn’t mind if he got his cuffs out to keep you still, but that would mean he would have to move away from you to get them from his belt. And you really didn’t want him to leave you, even for a moment. Shaking your head, you relaxed back into the grass beneath you.

“Now be a good girl, and let me work” he smirked, eyes all dark and promising.

He went back to eating your cunt, the way he approached it just like he did everything else, with passion, determination and giving it his all. Sucking on your clit, he pressed two fingers inside of your soaking entrance, stretching them out a little as he felt the way you clung onto them.

Moaning at the feeling of him filling you, even if it was just with his fingers, you tried to spread yourself even more for him, desperate to feel him deeper inside of you.

Wolffe groaned, grazing his teeth over your sensitive nub and delighting in the loud cry you let out. He curled his fingers just slightly before pushing them inside of you at a fast pace, opening you up for him even when you were clutching around him, desperate to suck his fingers inside of you.

“Kriff, you’re holding my fingers so tight, it’s like you never want them to leave” he murmured, watching at the way your entrance stretched around his fingers.

“Wolffe!” you panted, flushing heavily at his words as you felt your pleasure reaching it’s peak. “More!” you demanded, hips rising up against the strong hold he had of you.

Wolffe smirked wickedly, glancing up at you to see you looking down with pleasure-hazed eyes, desperate for more to push you over the edge. “Yeah, I’ll give you more sweetheart, but you have to take it like a good girl” he nodded, kissing just above your clit and making you let out a loud curse in frustration.

Chuckling, he entered a third finger inside of you, enjoying the squelching noises as he stretched you further on his fingers.

“FUCK!” you cried, hands tightening into fists as he pinned you down even further.

White-hot pleasure zapped through you as his mouth returned to your clit, growls and moans vibrating against your bundle of nerves. You sobbed our a breath as you felt your core tighten around his fingers, your release building and building until it was all you could do to hold on.

But Wolffe didn’t want that, he wanted you cumming around his fingers, wanted to taste your release on his tongue, hear the beautiful sounds you made as he made you cum. So he crooked his fingers, pounding into your cunt with his fingers at a devastating pace. Keeping his mouth to your clit, he hummed around it, burying his face into your cunt.

The coil inside of you snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as you reached your peak. Wolffe helped you through it, drinking down your juices as he licked around his slowing fingers. He pulled them out, licking up your release gently and cleaning you up.

When it got too much, you pushed his head away, panting at how overstimulated you felt. Resting back, you looked up at the darkening canopy, taking in the clouds as they passed by until your breathing got back under control.

Looking down, you could see that Wolffe was resting his head on your thigh, drawing patterns on your hip as he watched you with all the softness and love that Wolffe possessed but couldn’t show anyone else.

“You okay?” he checked in, squeezing your hip in concern.

“Better than okay” you assured, running your fingers through his hairline before coming to trail down the scar that ran over his eye and down his cheek. He closed his eyes and hummed at your soft touch.

“Want to continue?” he asked, keeping his voice level so as to never influence your decision. He would respect whatever it is you wanted to do.

“I would really, really love that” you smiled, pulling him up to meet you in a teasing kiss.

Wolffe grunted, lips pressed hard to yours for a moment before pulling back. “Here” he huffed, reaching behind him for something. “Put this on” he grunted, handing you your officer’s jacket.

“What? Why?” you frowned, slipping your arms into the material and pulling it around you. You left the front open though, not willing to fasten it until Wolffe told you what he was planning.

“Because I’m going to fuck you against that tree” he growled, pressing nibbling kisses along your jaw.

Oh! Well okay then, you’d happily do whatever he wanted if he was going to fuck you within an inch of your life against the tree. Grinning at him, you turned your head to connect your lips together, swallowing his groan as you licked into his mouth. His hands squeezed your hips as your tongue flicked against his, tasting yourself on him.

He pulled away, before helping you both to your feet, where he wrapped an arm around you to pull you close. “You’re so beautiful, I’m so fucking lucky to have you” he murmured, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to him.

“We’re both lucky” you reminded him, wiping away a bead of sweat that was pooling on his temple. The pair of you had a light sheen of sweat covering you but you didn’t care, just as long as you could feel Wolffe’s body pressed against your own.

Wolffe nodded in agreement before backing you up against one of the large trees. Even if you wrapped both arms around it’s trunk you wouldn’t be able to connect your hands together. It was massive, and it was perfect for you and Wolffe.

Looking back at him with a playful grin, you leant back against the trunk, making sure to expose your neck to him so he could see all the lovely marks he had decorated you with. “Well, Commander, now that we’re not going to be interrupted, I thought you promised you’d fuck me” you teased him, running a hand between your breasts.

Letting out a low growl, he stalked towards you, pressing you back against the tree as he attacked your lips, hands running down your sides roughly before flicking your stiffened peaks with his thumbs, pinching your nipple afterwards.

It had you gasping, eyes squeezed shut at the burst of pleasure-pain that shot through you. He took advantage of that, slipping his tongue inside of your mouth and devouring you. As he continued to kiss you, his hands slid to your waist and gripped them tightly.

“Jump!” he ordered, and you could do nothing but obey as you leapt up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he caught you.

You slid your arms around the back of his neck, holding on tightly to him as he nuzzled your noses together. Being this pressed against him, you could feel his hardened length slide through your drenched folds, the tip of his member tapping against your clit.

“Kriffing hells Wolffe!” you gritted out, tightening your hold around his waist.

“I know, mesh’la, can’t wait to be inside of you” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before he gritted his teeth. “Guide me in sweetheart” he instructed, as he kept you up.

Biting your lip, you reached down between you and wrapped your hand around his velvety, throbbing length. He was so hard, he must be desperate to feel you around him. Giving him a few teasing pumps that had him cursing up a storm, you notched the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Such a tease, mesh’la. Won’t be laughing when I’m through with you” he warned, pushing further into you. It felt like he was spearing you open, carving room for himself inside of you so that you had no other choice but to let him in. He sighed when he was fully in you, groaning at the feel of you fluttering around him as you got used to his size.

It really did feel like he was claiming you, making sure every inch of you was touching him. The top of his cock brushed against that special spot and you couldn’t wait for him to actually move, to feel the force of his thrusts as he took you against the tree.

Wolffe grunted, sliding his arms under your knees and lifting them up from his waist. You gasped, clutching onto his neck tighter as you was suspended in the air, the only thing holding you up was the tree and Wolffe’s strong arms. It left you completely exposed to him and you dropped down lower on his cock. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him deeper than you’d ever felt him before.

“Oh! Wolffe! Feel you in the back of my throat” you cried out, squeezing the back of his neck and trying to take deep breaths into your lungs, but it didn’t seem to be working. Wolffe was making you breathless. Every twitch of movement, every warm breath that fanned across yours as he panted out. It was making it harder and harder to think, to say anything but his name.

“This what you needed mesh’la? Someone to ruin you and put you back together again” he groaned out, pulling his hips away before thrusting back into you.

You hissed, clenching around his cock at both his words and the feel of him inside of you.

“Oh!” Wolffe groaned, jaw tightening at the way you tightened around him even more. “I can feel how much you like that, sweetheart. Can feel how tight you got around me” Wolffe growled, withdrawing from you slowly, hissing out a breath at the way you seemed to clutch onto him, not wanting him to leave your warm, slick hole.

“Please…. Please Wolffe” you begged, nails digging little crescent marks into his bronzed shoulders.

“Alright then, mesh’la, if that’s what you want” he smirked, thrusting back into you roughly.

You screamed, eyes rolling back at the way he pistoned his hips in and out of you, not giving you a moment to recover before he was thrusting in again. With every thrust, it felt like he was hitting your cervix, as deep as he had ever got and you could do nothing more than take it as he held you up.

The sharp bark was muted as you bounced up and down, and you took a second to appreciate Wolffe’s concerns for you and the way he wanted to protect you even when he was fucking you halfway across the galaxy. You whimpered, hand coming to weave it’s way into his curls and pull sharply on them.

Wolffe let out a growl, and your eyes shot open to meet his warm brown orb and his cold, white cybernetic eye. “That’s it, look at me! Look who’s doing this to you” he ordered, sweat beading down his chest now at how hard he was fucking into you.

“KRIFF! There! Don’t… don’t stop!” you shouted, not caring if anyone heard you. Wolffe felt too good inside of you, the way the tip of his cock rubbed against the spot on your clenching walls and was shoving you closer and closer to your next release.

Wolffe grunted animalistically, lips coming to press against yours. It wasn’t the most graceful of kisses, but it was enough, and you whined as his teeth sunk into your lip. “Never stopping… won’t ever” he gasped out, resting his head on your shoulder to look down at where you were both joined. He could hear the slick squelches as he pushed in, could see the way your arousal was bubbling around the base of his cock. He moaned loudly, bringing his gaze back up to you as he felt his balls tighten and pull up.

“Touch yourself, want you to touch your pretty. Little. Clit” he demanded, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust inside.

You couldn’t do anything but nod, thoughts flying out of you as you slipped a hand between you and felt your swollen bundle of nerves. Another moan escaped Wolffe as you travelled further down, brushing against his cock as he slammed into you.

“Kriff! Sweetheart! I said touch yourself” he snapped, as he felt his own release get closer and closer.

Huffing out a laugh at his reaction, you brushed your fingertips against your clit, rubbing them in tight circles, just the way you liked.

“Wolffe!” you cried out, feeling the coil inside of you begging to snap.

“That’s it, fuck. Keep going, want to feel you cum on my cock” he cursed, pounding into you now and squeezing bruises onto your legs from where he was holding you up.

The increase in pace was just what you needed and you couldn’t help but stiffen in his arms, arching against him as much as possible as your release washed over you in crashing waves. You heard yourself scream out Wolffe’s name but it was distant to the ringing in your ears as you clenched around him.

Wolffe groaned, the fluttering of your muscles around him enough to tip him over. You let out a cry as Wolffe clamped down on your shoulder, teeth digging into your flesh as his hips stuttered against yours, hot cum shooting into your clenching channel, milking him for every drop.

Slowly, he lowered you both to the forest floor so that you could both catch your breaths. Wolffe pulled you into his lap, his cock softening inside of you and buried his face into your neck. Sighing, you collapsed further into him, letting yourself relax as he traced patterns up and down your spine. It was enough to send you into a light sleep, all the energy zapped out of you because of Wolffe’s little rendezvous in the forest.

“You okay?” he rumbled, you felt the question more so than heard it.

“You might have to carry me back, my legs aren’t working” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

He chuckled, reaching over for his belt and pulling it over to you. Cracking open an eye but refusing to budge from his spot against you for the moment, Wolffe pulled out a water canteen and a ration bar.

Grumbling at having to move away from his furnace like body, you took the ration bar from him and broke it in two. However, instead of accepting his half off you, he pushed the canteen into your hand.

“Drink first” he instructed, lips tugging upwards as you sighed heavily and did what you were told.

As soon as the water touched your lips, you gulped it down greedily, quite worn out after the thorough fucking in this god-awful heat.

“Next time, we fuck in the snow, or the ice. I don’t care as long as I never have to feel this hot again” you complained, passing the canteen back to him. You began to nibble on your ration bar when Wolffe shot a pointed look at it.

He laughed at your words, something deep and low but affectionate nonetheless. “You won’t be saying that when your shebs start to freeze” he reminded, pinching at your ass. He grinned as you flinched away from him, flicking his chest and pouting at him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll just have to take me back to your tent and keep them warm, won’t you Commander?” you rolled your eyes, watching him gulp down his ration bar in a couple of bites. You don’t know how he did it. They were god awful, the taste both bland and the foulest that you’d ever experienced. But Wolffe seemed immune as he finished his own.

“Come on, mesh’la, as much as I want to keep you here, we’d best be getting back to base before they start looking for us” he sighed, lifting you up off his cock.

You grimaced at the feeling of your combined releases dripping down your thigh. “Ugh, I’m jumping in the refresher as soon as we get back” you grumbled, shaking your head as you located your clothes. You swiftly pulled them on, even if they did feel like they were sticking to you now that they had chance to soak up the moisture in the air.

“In the common refreshers?” Wolffe raised an eye, tugging on his armour quick and efficiently.

“Yeah, you’re making sure that no one else comes in” you told him, watching as his cheeks seemed to flush. As if the thought of his brothers seeing you naked and covered in all of his marks was more embarrassing as to not 10 minutes ago when he was fucking you through the tree.

“Yes ma’am” he leered, pinching your ass as you walked past him back to camp.

Rolling your eyes and rubbing your backside you realised something very quickly. “Er, Wolffe, you do know the way back, right?” you wondered, as the sky began to darken and you weren’t too sure where to go.

“Come on sweetheart, I’ll get us back” he assured, placing his helmet over his head. He came over to take your hand in his own once more, his warm, calloused palm against yours as he led you back the way you had came, no doubt following the path his HUD had set for him.

When you got back to camp, you found Boost, Comet and Sinker around a campfire, chuckling amongst themselves as they cleaned their blasters. They took one look at you both before bursting into laughter, Comet staring open mouthed at the sight before him.

Frowning, you looked down, wondering why they looked like they were busting a gut at the sight of you. However, as you did, you noticed the bioluminescent pollen covering all over you. There was some over all your clothes and attached to Wolffe’s grey and white armour, lighting it up in an array of different colours. It must have transferred over to them when your clothes had been thrown off and you were making love in the flowerbed.

“Damn Commander, Lieutenant, looks like you’ve been rolling around in the stuff” Sinker smirked, holding back his continuous chuckles as he took you in.

“What was you doing to get it all over you like that?” Boost added, winking at you both and snorting as you flushed a bright red. It matched the streak of red pollen across your chest, some of it shaped like a hand.

Wolffe stiffened beside you and you knew that he had had enough of his brothers’ teasing. They seemed to notice as well because Sinker and Boost instantly stopped, and Comet didn’t know whether he should try and melt into the background or put some distance between him and his brothers. Luckily for him, Comet was Wolffe’s favourite and normally got out of any punishment – the same couldn’t be said for the other members of the Wolffe pack.

“That’s it. Latrine duty for the both of you!” Wolffe snapped, glaring at his younger brothers as they spluttered out protests and apologies.

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mikobeautifulheart · 9 months ago

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JJK men: When they eat the last donut.

TW: The ultimate betrayal. and unedited.

INCLUDING: Gojo and Yuji

°Gojo°

"SATORU" You yelled holding up the empty don't box.

"WHAT" He said panicked sticking his head around the corner only to meet with your raging eyes.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THEM MULTIPUL TIMES!" You shouted throwing the box toward his head, blocked only by his infinety.

"IM SORRY I WAS HUNGERY OKAY I DIDNT MEAN TO!" He got on the floor at your feet in an attempt to apologies and console your hungry stomach.

"YOU ATE MY VALENTIE DONUTS, SATORU YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEIR SESONAL, THEY. DON'T. SELL. THEM. ANY. MORE." you felt like kicking him square in the face in that moment.

"I KNOWW IM SORRY BABY PLEASE ILL GET YOU WHAT EVER YOU WANT."

"THEY DON'T HAVE WHAT I WANT GOJO"

ouch, he winced at his last name.

"Please just let me make it up to you I promise i'll never do it again." He got up and wrapped his arms around you almost engulfing you whole.

"Fine" you mumbled into his chest.

"But if you don't i'll kill you."

Yuji

"Y/N? Are you crying?" Yuji asked hearing sobbing noises from the kitchen.

You were at the fridge, its door open wide and you were holding onto some thing...

"Wh-h-hy Yuji, Why?" You turned with tears in your eyes.

That's when he caught a glimpse of your empty donut box...he forgot he had to replace them before you got back but it was to late.

"I trusted you-Loved you even, how could I have been such a fool?" you sobbed into your sleeve.

"No Y/N you got it wrong okay I was just seeing what was inside before Sukuna just appeared on my hand and ate it-" He paused when he saw your face change entirely.

"Y/N lets just think about this okay don't-"

You ran toward him tackling him to the floor.

"COME OUT YOU COWARD! ILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB I SWEAR TO GOD YOUR LUCKY YOUR IN YUJIS BODY OR YOU WOULD BE DEAD!" You screamed holding Yuji's wrist up tightly to your face.

"He said he'd like to see you try" Yuji said turning his head with his eyes shut, waiting for the anger he'd have to endure.

"OH SO NOW HE WON'T EVEN TALK FACE TO FACE WITH ME AND INSULT ME? GIVE ME 10 SECONDS 10 SECONDS YUJI I'LL DO WHAT GOJO COULDN'T"

"Y/N wait, I just texted Megumi, he's going to drop the donuts off here in 15 minutes." Yuji said

You slowly let go of Yuji's wrist and stood up.

"Next time..." you mumbled under your breath.

"Stupid woman" Sukuna blurted out

"WHAT DID HE JUST SAY"

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: this took me way to long. Anyways have a nice when ever are reblogs r okay. I want dontus now

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jennifer-jeong · 7 months ago

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Fluff + Slight Angst | Gojo x GN!Reader Kikufuku

SUMMARY Going to get food everyday with Gojo bc he loves trying new places and he used to do it sm with Geto and Shoko ):

CONTENT Mostly fluff, some angst, gender neutral reader, implied crush, lots of mentions of food, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM ROTTING DURING EXAMSSSSSS TAKE THIS DRAFT I FINISHED WHILE I WORK ON MY REQUESTS HEHEHEHEHEHE I WILL BE POSTING ALL MY STUFF SLOWLY MEHEEHEHHE Note that I can’t remember where I got this idea from (it's been sitting in a document for months and I only just got around to it) but I might've read it from somewhere (maybe a tiktok?) please lmk so I can give credit if this is the case!

WORD COUNT: 477

Satoru is your typical happy go lucky guy on the outside. He’s always walking around as if there’s not a single thought running through his mind. He’ll buy his favorite mochi while all the passersby swoon at his handsome self. You met the man not more than a few months ago when you joined Jujutsu High as a fellow staff member and you’ve gotten quite close. He’d always ask you if you wanted to get food after work and most of the time you'd say yes. But, for the first few weeks, sometimes you’d be busy or not feeling up to going out to dinner with your co-worker you just met. That quickly changed though.

Satoru gets quite lonely when you aren’t there with him and you've noticed after getting to know him. He's not anything he shows on the outside. He’s alone. He’s suffering. But he’s still so sweet. A month or 2 after meeting him, you’ve made it a mission to always get food with him even if you’re busy. If it’s not in person, you’re at the very least video or audio calling him so he can show you the food and talk to you while you both eat. Gojo loves trying new places because it feels refreshing. It makes him feel young again and you support it because you know his youth was robbed from him. You know that he used to get food everyday with Suguru and Shoko because he told you about it. You know he misses them by the way he talks about it and he knows you know. But, ignorance is bliss right? You're both just trying to live ignorantly happily while simultaneously healing from your respective pasts. What else could you really do?

Yesterday was takoyaki and Thai milk tea for dessert. Today was coconut curry and ice cream filled taiyaki. Tomorrow, Satoru is thinking Beijing style duck or maybe K-BBQ? Carbonara? Peri Peri Chicken? Enchiladas? Shawarma??? You always laugh when he goes on a tangent of what he wants to eat and try with you. You tease him by adding more options to the list and he clenches his fists dramatically and squeezes his eyes shut under his blindfold while whining that he can’t pick and that there’s too much good food. You occasionally have to reassure him that you have time and that you’re not going anywhere. You never fail to notice the blush on his ears when you soothe him like that and he never fails to see your fidgety hands as you say the gentle words to him. He feels so lucky to have your company and you can confidently say the same, in your thoughts of course. You wouldn’t tell him that out loud and he also finds himself too scared to try. At least, not yet. Maybe one day, over some kikufuku.

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

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dollfaced-erin · 1 year ago

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 7

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6

Taglist : -

@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff , @fluffy-koalala , @swivy123 , @starxao , @kaoyamamegami , @kimura-uzuri , @rsvye , @seikouryuu , @just-here-reading , @matsulovesyou, @sincerely-aaronette , @prettyliliy, @chibiduck

To anon who posted about reader being injured from battle, i'm sorry but you'll have to wait a little longer until i find out what the heck is going on with my tumblr.

Authour's note :

And i'm really sorry for being gone for quite a long time. I was feeling under the weather and i had a lot of things on my plate recently ! But now that i'm okay now, i'm bringing you a new chapter !! I MEAN, HAVE YALL SEEN THE NEW KAFKA COMPANION QUEST ?!?!? ITS SO GOOD AND I ONLY SAW SNIPPETS OF IT HELPPPPP (Obviously there will be a chapter dedicated to the companion mission hheheheheh)

"You are a star that fled home, aren't you...? An outworlder, some would say." a tender feminine voice voiced out.

A masculine hum resounded from behind the female. "Yes. That's right." he said, his coarse and calloused hands caressing her beautiful soft hair with a resin comb in his hands.

"Do you suppose I would've had a different name should I be born in your homeland ?" the innocent female voice asked back, the horned lady turned around to meet tender red eyes.

"I suppose that may be the case. But why change your name ? Dan Jia is a perfectly beautiful name." the male asked back, his hands stopping from running them through those beautiful locks.

"But I suppose...if you want another name, your name would be..."

"(Y/n)..." the tender voice whispered.

And everything warped from her eyes, as if someone had wiped away the drawing of a beautiful scenery before her. And in its place, was a storming day, where left and right was surrounded by lifeless bodies of knights and Mara-struck soldiers.

She ran and ran and ran, gripping a crystal fan tight in her hold. (Y/n) didn't know where she was headed. Her heart was thumping, her head was pounding, but she never stopped running.

She just followed her heart, letting it bring her to wherever she was heading in this dream. It seems that she knew she was supposed to run somewhere, but where...?

No matter...keep running.

And in the distance, was a puff of smoke. It was puffing up in the sky, contaminating the air with its burnt smell, accompanied by the musty smell of rain.

The rain was hindering her sight, but she kept pushing on.

Snippets of pictures came to her mind. Everything was just...happening too fast. She barely remembered anything. It was...so blurry. But she could feel everything.

A body of a man lied lifeless on the ground, being held by another man tenderly in his arms, his back facing her.

Even her current self knew who that was, lying in the embrace of the Imbibator Lunae.

The dragon's fangs bared in her heart the moment she saw the limp body of the one she loved. The one she was about to tie herself to. The one she promised that no matter what, they would be together, for as long as his short life promised them.

The claws dug into her heart, as it teared at her inside out with fury and pain. She had never felt such powerful emotion running through her veins. She had never been this overwhelmed.

She remembered she saw herself swinging her fan. With fury running through her veins, she kept attacking, enemies were being frozen, then broken to the ground like broken glass and sharp icicles.

She couldn't remember much after that. And before long, she was holding the body of her fallen beloved in her arms. And as she still felt the pain in her lower back, it was nothing compared to the searing rage that was bubbling from her chest as it formed tears in her eyes.

"The elixir....it failed, sister." the Imbibator Lunae woefully whispered out. And despite the heavy rain that showered, his voice was as clear as day.

Memories resurfaced in her mind. Dan Jia was looking through the archives with the fallen, and stumbled across a scroll. A scroll of forbidden knowledge. That scroll had indeed gone missing a few days later, and she was heavily penalized for it.

And it all made sense to her.

They had taken it, now knowing its position when the young lady had accidentally pulled it.

"Please Dan Feng ! You must do it. We cant leave him to die ! Not like this ! Please, take my bone marrow !" a familiar female voice sobbed, holding the body close to herself.

"We cant leave him to die. Not when it was our fault to begin with !"

Right. They were both held accountable for what has transpired. This all happened because she showed her lover where it was, although he was forbidden from ever stepping into the archives.

She should've protected the scroll with her life should she known what were the two planning to do today.

The guilt of Dan Jia was so strong, even (Y/n) could feel it, herself crumbling to her knees and sobbing at the memory.

"I..." he whispered. He looked sorrowfully at the body of the man before them, growing lifeless as they spoke. Then he nodded.

"I understand. For you, I shall endure all punishments." Dan Feng replied, daring not to look at his sister who was weeping over the loss of her lover. For it was partially his fault for lending the man two hours to scour through the archives, to search for the remedy of death.

"Please...when I reincarnate, give me this jade pendant. It shall remind me of who I was and who to find..." she said, taking off a single jade pendant from her belt, and handing it to him.

Her memory began to blur even more, static filling her ears, and it was as if she was looking at an old screen...

Dan Feng took the pendant from her. And all she remembered then...was the teal eyes of her brother, the smell of the rain, the grey skies...

And the burning pain that ripped through her back without warning.

And the searing sensation that tore through her chest.

Her body fell, eyes beginning to blur even more.

Dan Feng stood above her, those teal eyes...colder than the ice she could ever dream of conjuring. And in his hand...was a chunk of white bone and a beating heart.

Though she had no power left, no energy left, no will left...

Those sweet words from her brother...wasn't meant for her. But for the lover that rest in between them.

(Y/n) screamed as loudly as she could, though nothing came from her lips.

"(Y/n) !"

(Y/n)'s eyes snapped open, her heart beating like crazy. Her forehead was sweating as her chest heaved up and down.

Warm and concerned honey colored eyes gazed into her own, worry swimming in them as the bearer leaned over her laying body, hands holding her down by her shoulders. Then one of the hands moved and cupped her cheek, taking in how cold she was at the moment.

"J-Jing Yuan..."

"Are you alright...?" the lion quickly interrupted, as he slowly pulled (Y/n)'s hand, letting her sit upright, trying to let her get more oxygen to calm down.

(Y/n)'s head was swimming with horror and realization. What she had just witnessed...was too vivid to be a dream. Too familiar to be a gore fantasia.

Those were her memories. Memories of her past. Before she called herself (Y/n).

"You were screaming in your sleep. I tried to wake you up, and you finally opened your eyes, (Y/n)..." Jing Yuan softly whispered, his hand holding her dainty own as another hand rubbed her back.

"(Y/n)..." the warm voice of her memories called out before the nightmare begun. That deep voice. The voice of the beloved swordsmith.

Her eyes filled themselves with uncontrollable tears, biting down her lip as she relived those horrible...horrible memories.

The man in the alley...and her beloved in her dreams...

Were the same person, had she not realized sooner.

Was that why she had a strong sense of longing...?

(Y/n) bent down, putting her face in her hands as she began to sob. Everything was beginning to feel too much for her. Everything was coming back too fast to her, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

Jing Yuan was a little surprised at her sudden breakdown. But who was he to complain...? Who was he to say anything when he didn't understand what was going on ? He could only rub her back soothingly as he put his lips close to her ear.

"(Y/n)...what happened...? What did you see...?" he spoke, as (Y/n) nodded, wiping away her tears.

"I saw...everything. Snippets of my past...my death..." (Y/n) said, looking up at Jing Yuan.

"It hurts...it hurts so much...how could...how could he pull out my heart ?"

Her back hurt, but her chest even more. It was as if what she had just seen in her dreams, had just relived that moment.

"(Y/n)...princess..." Jing Yuan softly said, as (Y/n) looked at him with those pained and traumatized (e/c) eyes. With only that description, he knew exactly what she saw.

He raised a hand, and caressed her silky (h/c) hair. He was conflicted, unknowing what to do in this situation, for what he had hoped to avoid for the most came back to her in times where she wasn't ready.

"I...I thought I was punished...?" (Y/n) asked, her hoarse voice scratching through her throat as she talked. Jing Yuan moved his hand to cup her cheek, wiping away those broken crystal tears that ran down (Y/n)'s face without her controlling them.

Jing Yuan didn't know how to explain this. But he thought that it was only right she knew bits and bits of herself. When the time was right, he was sure that he would tell her everything. But now...? The dragon girl before him was bawling her eyes out, having seeing horrific things, feeling them.

"Your punishment...was your unlimited sleep and losing your privilege as a former High Elder for losing the heart. You were gravelly injured when I found you. Even after we returned you to the shell...you never woke up. It was odd, really." Jing Yuan said, his voice soft as to comfort her.

"Honestly we didn't know when you would wake up, since it seems that your power was abruptly taken away from you. Your body couldn't handle it, and you fell into a deep sleep. Even when you hatched after years of resting here, you...were still this size. Though you no longer had the injuries you once sustained, and it seemed that the egg just...healed you." Jing Yuan replied.

"That's enough for now, princess. It's all in the past now. We can talk later in the morning. Can you sleep ?" Jing Yuan kindly asked with a smile.

(Y/n) shook her head, as she gripped the sheets that covered her lower body. She looked like a little child, really. With how she was pouting, trying to recollect herself that everything that happened was just in the past.

Jing Yuan couldn't help but chuckle as he saw (Y/n) like that. He lifted his hand, and pet her hair soothingly. "I know just the thing that might help you."

The general walked down the hallways of his large estate, tenderly holding (Y/n)'s hand. He was still a little tired, and the darkness of the hallway was more than enough to rouse his sleepiness. He was called the dozing general for nothing.

Turning around a corner, he brought her to a room. And as he opened it, it was a large and spacious bedroom. It was tidy, minus the disheveled sheets, the clothes strewn across the ground, and the number of scrolls that littered one small table in the corner of the room. A glaive was set high on the wall, his personal choice of weapon for years he passed through.

It was his personal bedroom.

"Come in, princess." Jing Yuan said, comfortingly, pulling her hand in. As he shut the doors behind him, (Y/n) was standing there, admiring the deco of his room.

"A-are you sure it's alright for me to be here...? Wouldn't anyone be...suspicious...?" (Y/n) timidly asked, her hands together as she looked at her long-time friend behind her.

She regretted, as a furious blush crept up her cheeks by the sight behind her.

She had never realized this before since she was in a state of shock and trauma, but she never really took in the appearance of her friend. He was wearing a loose silk robe with a simple red belt around his waist, tied loosely with a bow by his side. Though it was beautiful, fitting his muscular form perfectly, running over his toned muscles like water, the fact that it was just a loose robe with such little security, meant that his chest was wide open for her to see.

He stood there, with a knowing smirk on his face as (Y/n) was watching him stand there in all his half-naked glory. There wasn't anything for him to hide, rather there was much for him to show. That toned six pack he usually hid behind his attire was there right open for her precious innocent eyes to feast on.

"J-Jing Yuan ! Have some decency !" (Y/n) exclaimed, facing front immediately, a hand over her eyes to cover her from the quite revealing sight she was just exposed to.

Jing Yuan merely let out a hearty laugh, as he got closer to her petite form. His large hand went to her hair, admiring the silky strands that hung from his calloused fingers with a soft gaze in his golden eyes before he leaned in to her ear.

"Not to worry, princess. You shouldn't be ashamed to see something I wasn't meaning to hide~" he purred deeply into her ear, laughing again as he saw her face grow redder by the minute, up to the point where the tips of her ears had turned red.

"No no, I didn't mean to do that." he said, walking away from his flustered companion and walked to the corner of his room, where there were clear sliding doors.

Jing Yuan opened the door, revealing the view of a beautiful and spacious oriental garden, enclosed by the other walls of the estate. It was hard to see, but with the light provided by the moonlight, she could see all the plants and pathways that were manicured and shaped to form this traditional art. Small lion statues were placed around, along with little bridges that crossed over small streams.

"Mimi~!" Jing Yuan called out from his door. (Y/n) was on the floor, seated on the matted floorings of Jing Yuan's room, admiring the garden before her. That was before her (e/c) eyes were met with shining sapphire eyes with slits.

"A...lion...?" (Y/n) asked, eyes blown wide by the majestic creature that appeared before her. Jing Yuan laughed as the beast came to the wood platform, moving aside to let her in.

The lion, of Mimi as Jing Yuan called, pranced right in, as it was a norm for her to appear in her master's room. She looked curiously at the woman who sat close to her master's feet, slowly approaching the woman in a curious way.

"Hold your hand out to her like you would a kitten, (Y/n). Don't worry, Mimi never bites." Jing Yuan said, smiling warmly at the interaction between his companion and the beautiful dragon lady.

So (Y/n) did as she was told, holding her hand out to the majestic creature. Mimi tilted her head slightly as she approached the woman that had no fear towards her, her muzzled close to the small hand. It was so small, it was smaller than Mimi's face.

Mimi took one sniff with her black nose before she pounced on the dragon lady. (Y/n) yelped loudly as the lion leapt on her, her tail whipping in the air affectionately as she pushed (Y/n) to the ground, purring like a cat.

"It seems that she likes you !" Jing Yuan said heartily, sitting on the ground next to (Y/n) who was laughing and running her hands through Mimi's majestic snow mane. Mimi loved (Y/n) so, rubbing her large face against (Y/n)'s face, like a companion that had long last seen their master.

"I brought you here to play with her, if you couldn't sleep. So, spend the night here. I'm sure no one would mind, knowing who you are." Jing Yuan said, as he stroked Mimi's back.

"Are you sure ?" (Y/n) asked, looking at Jing Yuan from the floor, her beautiful strands of (h/c) hair, disheveled on the floor, shining silver beneath the moonlight like the most precious silks. He picked up a few strands from those beautiful locks gently in his hands, leaning down to kiss them.

"I'm sure. You have nothing to worry about. When your on these grounds, you shall be safe from all harm." Jing Yuan whispered, as (Y/n) began to get distracted when Mimi demanded more attention from her by resting her entire bodyweight on (Y/n).

"I promise you, my princess. So do not worry, and play and laugh to your hearts content. Sleep so soundly and sing so cheerfully, as if you have no other care in this world."

Jing Yuan smiled as he watched his princess laugh so melodiously as she played so carefreely with his feline. He had never seen her smile so freely, so enchantingly as she bathed beneath the pale moonlight.

He would do anything to protect that smile on (Y/n)'s face.

"You look troubled, Bladie. Are you sure seeing her once is enough...?" the voice of a beautiful woman rang through the deserted docks.

The man who was previously looking at the moon turned to look at his companion, who had unexpectedly awakened from her slumber as he stayed up.

"Being able to hug her once...was more than enough for me, Kafka." Blade quietly responded, surprisingly calm even after seeing someone so closely related to his past.

"Are you alright ? No feeling of the Mara stirring up in you ?" the woman asked, as she sat next to her companion who held something in his hands in his lap as he sat crossed legged on the ground.

"Surprisingly, no. Seeing her makes me calm. Honestly, I never thought I'd be able to see her, ever again. Not after how I saw her..." he responded quietly, trailing off as he refused to say it. Then, he unfolded his fingers from their tight grasp. And there, was a pair of beautiful glass earrings.

"If its stirring up again, what are the chances of it calming down once you see her ?" Kafka asked, taking a simple guess as she glanced at her partner in crime.

"She has always been...calm. Jia. In the native language of Xianzhou, it means home." Blade said, looking down at the earrings he once made for a beloved once. He turned up, looking at the moon, the same moon he knew she was sleeping peacefully under.

"And that's what she has always been. My home."

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x you #hsr x you #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x you #blade x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you

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kiragecko · 2 months ago

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Names Used: Cass Summary

(See the other posts HERE.)

(See these charts, and others, in a screen-readable format HERE.)

In many ways, Cass’ use of names is very simple. You get a codename or a civilian name.

The complexity comes from the fact that, usually, you don’t get a name at all.

Cass ONLY uses names when there might be ambiguity. While these tendencies lessen as she gets more comfortable with speech, she remains much less likely than others to use names all through the comics.

If she's talking directly to a person, she might use their name to get their attention, but is much more likely to just ask a question or make a statement, assuming they’ll be able to tell she’s addressing them.

She will refer to a third person by name, if needed, but is still more likely to point to something related or just stare at the person she's speaking to until they figure it out.

Fascinatingly, she does not usually even THINK of people by name unless she's recalling information from the Bats' databases. So if she sees a crime on the street, she is very unlikely to think about any of the people involved by name, even if they say them. She'll use pronouns, and if there's too many people for pronouns, she usually stops referring to them at all - she's much less likely to have an internal dialogue in crowds, instead switching entirely to the moment and body reading.

BUT, if she is meeting an ally for the first time, or following a suspect that she found by using Babs' system, she'll often think their full name and alias to herself.

(An early exception to this is Commissioner Gordon. I'm not sure if it was a different authour, Cass just considers Babs' dad to be a special case, or if it's related to hearing about the crime through the news, but when Gordon gets shot she is CONSTANTLY thinking his name while she tries to figure out what happened (Batgirl 12, Mar 2001).)

For every one time Cass says Babs or Bruce’s names directly to them, they say her name between 5 and 8 times. (Babs is 114 to Cass’ 24, Bruce is 55 to Cass’ 8).

Meanwhile, Tim and Steph don’t even manage to use her name TWICE as often. (45 to 27 and 29 to 17, both add up to 1.7 times as often.)

Alfred has a similar fraction to Babs (14 to 3, which is 4.7 times as often), and Dick is also similar (12 to 3, 4 times as often).

Damian and Cass have one appearance together, and both address each other 3 times, while Jason and Cass never talked in the preboot.

Cass likes teasing people, but rarely does it through nicknames or other references. These are the only times I’ve recorded Cass using something other than a codename or civilian name:

Tim – she calls him ‘Bait’ twice (I’m not sure when), and indirectly refers to him as a ‘Little Kid’

Babs – she calls Babs ‘Baby’ once after she starts watching soap operas to get better at colloquial speech (Jun 2004).

Bruce – she uses a few teasing references to Batman, like ‘Ultimate Loner Superhero’ and ‘Creature of the Night’, after her comic ends (ie. after Apr 2006)

Alfred – she describes him as ‘A … Friend of the Family’ to her civilian friend Brenda, while trying to convince Brenda that he wasn’t a client and she isn’t a sex worker (Apr 2005).

That’s it.

So on to the details!

With almost everyone, Cass is more likely to use a codename than a civilian name.

With Damian –

uses a codename directly 3 times (100%)

Bruce –

codename directly 7 times (88%), indirectly 27 times (82%)

name directly 1 time (13%), indirectly 4 times (12%)

Babs –

codename directly 18 times (72%), indirectly 13 times (77%)

name directly 6 times (24%), indirectly 4 times (24%)

Dick –

codename directly 2 times (66%, one as ‘Nightwing’, one as ‘Batman’), indirectly 10 times (100%, all ‘Nightwing’)

name directly 1 time (33%)

Tim –

codename directly 14 times (52%), indirectly 17 times (85%, never as ‘Red Robin’ for either, only ‘Robin’)

name directly 11 times (41%), indirectly 2 times (10%)

Jason –

codename indirectly 1 time (50%, as ‘The Second Robin’)

name indirectly 1 time (50%)

Steph –

codename directly 7 times (41%, 2 were ‘Robin’, the rest ‘Spoiler’), indirectly 7 times (47%, all ‘Spoiler’)

name directly 10 times (59%%), indirectly 18 times (53%)

Alfred –

name directly 3 times (100%), indirectly 2 times (67%)

(Reminder: Babs and Bruce are in the VAST majority of Cass' 73 issue run, as well as a variety of other appearances. Steph and Tim are major parts of her life, who she's interacted with a BUNCH. Alfred is less frequent, and Dick, Damian, and Jason have few on panel interactions with her, but the low numbers here are generally NOT because of a small amount of sources. She just doesn't use names.)

Cass rarely switches between multiple forms of civilian names. People are either their full given name OR the nickname they were introduced with. ('Tim' and 'Dick' get nicknames, everyone else ('Barbara', 'Bruce', 'Stephanie', 'Alfred', 'Jason') is full given names.) As I mentioned before, if she’s introduced to them by full first and last name (often through their computer profile) she may think of them that way for quite some time, before switching over to just a given name.

Steph was ‘Stephanie Brown’ from Batgirl 20 to 53 (Nov 2001 to Aug 2004), when she switched to ‘Stephanie’.

(Steph is the only exception to the ‘given name OR nickname’ rule. After her death, Cass starts switching between ‘Stephanie’ and ‘Steph’ (Oct 2005). While this corresponds with a sharp drop in writing quality, it may still be meaningful.)

Bruce was ‘Bruce Wayne’ in 24, ‘Wayne’ in 27, and not ‘Bruce’ until after the series ends, but he’s a different kind of exception. Cass only knew him as Batman until later in Batgirl 24, and only uses ‘Wayne’ when talking to someone else who doesn’t know he’s Batman. At no point does he suggest she use his name, or she express interest in doing so. It’s only much later that she starts seeing him as a person separate from the costume.

And that's everything about this girl's speech. Basically, if you're writing her, try to remove everything but the very heart of what she's trying to say. Describe her body language. If it's from her perspective, stay very in the moment. Don't use names unless you have to, and keep them very basic.

Timeline of Cass’ speech and socialization:

Batman 567 (July 1999) – Cass introduced, has just learned to speak her first word – ‘Stop’ - which she says to her father

Batgirl 4 (July 2000) – her vocabulary has grown to around a dozen words – very simple things like ‘Me’, ‘No’, ‘Shutup’, ‘Yes’, and ‘Ssh’.

Then a telepath downloads language into her brain, reorganizing things to make it fit. Cass is very pleased, until she discovers that her fighting ability is one of the things disrupted.

Cass now THINKS in words, as well. Before this point we had NO internal narration.

Despite understanding language now, she still struggles to use it, as her mouth and throat have no practice forming the sounds

Batgirl 7 (Oct 2000) – Cass first thinks of someone by name – ‘Shiva’. She also goes shopping for clothes and nail polish with Babs, and they tease each other. (Babs: “Hm. Black. Interesting choice. Thanks … but I don’t wear lipstick.” Cass, looking over the sunglasses she’s trying on with a shit-eating grin: “Don’t … DATE … either. Maybe … SHOULD.”)

Batgirl 9 (Dec 2000) – Cass first refers to someone by codename – ‘Oracle’ and ‘Batman’.

Batgirl 12 (Mar 2001) – Cass first thinks of an ally by given name – ‘Barbara’.

Batgirl 20 (Nov 2001) – Cass gets Steph to read a note for her, and they team up.

Batgirl 24 (Mar 2002) – Cass actually learns Batman’s civilian identity. By accident. Because he’s been accused of murder. She continues to only think of him as ‘Batman’.

Batgirl 28 (July 2002) – Steph convinces Cass to train her while Bruce is mysteriously missing. (He’s wanted to murder.) (Steph: “Pretty please? I’ll be your best friend?”)

Batgirl 30 (Sept 2002) – Cass first actually addresses Babs by given name – ‘Barbara’.

Batgirl 38 (May 2003) – Cass and Steph fight. Cass ignored Bruce’s orders to stay away from Cass, but DOES agree with his assessment that Steph isn’t good enough to be in the field. (Cass: “Still … friends?” Steph, leaving: “Friends don’t turn their backs on each other.”)

Batgirl 39-44 (Jun – Nov 2003) – A terrorist/freedom fighter starts flirting with Cass, and she’s not sure if she’s intrigued or uncomfortable. She ends up going out on a date with Superboy to explore her feelings. They realize that they are NOT attracted to each other, and happily part as friends. She continues to struggle with her feelings about flirtation and attraction, but lets them go underground after the terrorist/freedom fighter dies.

Batgirl 51 (June 2004) – Cass starts watching TV (specifically soaps) to improve her casual speech. She starts saying things like, “You bet ya sweet patootie, Baby!”

Batgirl 58 (Jan 2005) – Cass starts keeping an audio journal, because she wants to ‘learn to … think better in words, because … all I’ve ever known is “movement.”’

Batgirl 61 (Apr 2005) – Cass is visiting diners by herself and trying to carry on conversations with the owner. She’s also trying to navigate ordering without being able to read the menu.

Batgirl 63 (Jun 2005) – Cass is going out to dance, and flirting with interesting guys. She’s also experimenting with fashion and self-expression.

Robin 150 (July 2006) – Cass now speaks perfectly, is leading the League of Assassins, and tries to murder Tim. From this point on, Cass’ growth needs to be inferred - we don't get a well written Cass back until January 2011.

#cass cain #batgirl #black bat #orphan #gecko's lists #batfamily #figuring out what to include here was HARD #because it's really simple #except for all the negative space

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"When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up." - Embracing your childhood in the 'The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe'

CS Lewis dedicated the first book in his beloved Chronicles of Narnia series to his goddaughter Lucy with the foresight that, "some day you will be old enough to read fairy tales again." He understood that, although she was growing too old for "childish things" now, some day she would look back on them again with a new appreciation and an old fondness. Although we all go through this process of leaving our childhoods behind they are always there for us to return to and by doing so we may find a joy and simple pleasure that we haven't felt for a long time. What makes the film version of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe such a successful adaptation is its understanding and wielding of Lewis' these ideas. The Chronicles of Narnia is, famously, Christian allegory but channelled, in the film version at least, through the Pevensie sibling's individual connections to their childhoods and how this affects their belief in Narnia and in themselves. Each of the four Pevensies experiences a journey revolving around these ideas; Peter is still willing to be a child but is forced into early maturity by war, Susan strives to act older in order to protect her siblings, Edmund wants to be seen as an equal to his older brother, while Lucy, the only sibling who doesn't stray away from her childhood, must endure her siblings' lack of belief. A great strength of the film is director Andrew Adamson's commitment to the childish, fairy tale aspects of the story as well as its ideas of faith. He does not diminish his characters or the nature of the story in order to be taken more seriously, but rather draws on their youth to evoke the sense of terror in war or wonder in discovering a magical new world. Only a child could introduce us to Narnia, with the open, wide-eyed wonder necessary to translate the excitement of being on a practical set into the magic of stepping into a fantasy world. It is their youth as well that makes the Pevensies all the more heroic for stepping up and meeting their duties, whether that is taking care of each other in Professor Kirke's house, trekking across Narnia to rescue Edmund from the White Witch or standing at the head of an army - Peter is baby-faced under his armour but never comes across as silly because we've seen the internal journey he had to go through to reach this point and because the adult characters around him are allowed (by the film) to believe in him as a leader. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe manages to respect the source material, the views of its authour, and its four lead actors by unashamedly embracing its childishness and letting the characters know that it's okay to embrace theirs as well.

"Good man." As the eldest sibling, but still only a child himself, Peter is caught between two worlds. He is the eldest male figure in the house, but not their father; he is a young man witnessing his country at war but still a boy too young to enlist; he is tasked with taking care of his younger siblings but has no idea how to, "Promise me you'll look after them" "I will, Mum." Still, as much as Peter is unable for the responsibility placed on him, he never stops trying to keep the promise he made to his mother. When the Professor tries to offer Peter and Susan help with Edmund and Lucy he initially turns away, insisting that they can "handle it", his mother tasked him with protecting his siblings and, as ill-equipped as he is, he won't share the burden with anyone else. Peter is heart-breakingly aware of the roles that others believe he should be filling - protector, fighter, king - but also of his own limitations; he is unable to control Edmund and is constantly criticised by Susan for failing to take care of the two younger Pevensies, "Well, that was well-handled." His frustrations, hesitations and fears - "Why can't you just do what you're told?" - are all part of this understanding of himself that he doesn't have what it takes; he is not their father and Edmund doesn't have to listen to him; he is not their mother, no matter how much Susan expects him to be, and he is not a king or warrior, no matter how much the people of Narnia need him to be, "We can't go to war without you!" At the train station Peter watches soldiers passing by, not with eagerness but trepidation; he quietly refuses Beaver's call-to-arms, "We just want our brother back", and diminishes himself when Aslan tries to give him courage, "I couldn't even protect my own family". As Peter's responsibilities mount so does his sense of guilt. He is none of these things (and he shouldn't have to be, he is a thirteen-year-old boy) and his guilt stems from the fact that part of him doesn't want to be either; he may hold his sword up in defense of his siblings, but he has little desire to use it. What is most admirable about Peter, is that he steps up anyway. In the woods, Susan and Lucy cling to him when they believe they're about to be attacked and whenever they are about to be attacked Peter pulls out his sword in spite of his fear and does his best to defend them; depending on where the danger lies, Peter is seen taking either the front or rear of the group, and after gaining the confidence to take up the mantle of high-king he tries to convince his siblings to go home while he stays behind to help the Narnians fight the White Witch, "I promised Mum I'd keep you three safe. But it doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help." In spite of all his guilt and trepidation, Peter meets the challenges expected of him and grows in the process. He kills Maugrim at the urging of Aslan and the Narnians "Stay your weapons. This is Peter’s battle" and it is after this point that he begins to fit himself into the roles expected of him. Although Peter had no wish to kill Maugrim - the act of taking a life being such a humongous responsibility and step into adulthood - it is through this act of protecting his sisters that he learns that he is capable of more than he initially believed, that he can protect the people who rely on him. While Peter meets his first duels holding his sword out far in front of him, keeping a distance between himself and his opponents, in the final battle he runs head on against the White Witch after she attacks Edmund, throwing his whole body into the task. Peter is forced into maturity by a war in both worlds and he does not get to re-discover his childhood in the way that Susan and Edmund do, nor does he need to. Throughout the film, Peter remains tapped into his childhood through his playfulness and curiosity, and when he is forced to let it go and be the adult, he remains connected to it through his relationship with Lucy.

Lucy is the sibling Peter is most at ease with; he comforts her with gentle words when she's upset, holds her hand and carries her on his back when they need to run; when they're all bored in the Professor's house, he gives in immediately to her pleas to play hide-and-seek and does so with a smile on his face. At her age, Lucy's needs are simple ones of comfort and a familiar presence but they are needs that Peter is capable of fulfilling and he is happy to be that presence for her. He is more patient than Susan when Lucy first comes back from Narnia, "We don't all have your imagination, Lu", he follows her lead when they all cross through the wardrobe, "Then Mr. Tumnus it is!" and is the only one of the three older siblings who throws himself into the world of Narnia as easily as Lucy did, "He says he knows the fawn." Peter embraces Narnia with joy and curiosity and only pulls back when there is a chance his list of responsibilities will grow longer. For a time, at least, Peter wants to experience the world as a child until those responsibilities catch up with him. After killing Maugrim, Peter does not get the chance to be a child again like Suan and Edmund, but his childhood is not something he ever shies away from. In terms of Lewis' dedication, Peter has crossed over to the other side of adulthood and is ready to appreciate childish things for the source of joy that they are. He remains tapped into his childhood throughout the film in his curiosity, playfulness, his belief in Aslan and his relationship with Lucy. It is fitting, then, that when the adult Pevensies return to their own world and back into the children they were, Peter is the first to follow Lucy through the wardrobe.

"We used to have fun together, didn't we?" As the second oldest sibling and eldest daughter, Susan attempts to make up for the areas where Peter is lacking, an act that is self-imposed as she is not given the same responsibilities as her brother. At the train station, her mother asks her to be a "big girl" but not a 'woman' and doesn't ask Susan to look after everyone as she does Peter. Susan isn't asked but she tries, anyway, to be more grown-up and responsible for the sake of her siblings, particularly during those times when Peter isn't. When he's distracted by soldiers at the station, Susan organises their tickets and smiles politely at the collector; during their first night at the Professor's house, she notices that Lucy is upset and must point it out to Peter; she orders Edmund to bed and Lucy to stop talking about her trip to Narnia, "That's enough, Lucy!" and admonishes Peter for not doing a good enough job with their younger siblings. She delivers phrases and mannerisms that she has likely picked up from her mother - "We could all use the fresh air" - and, in true adult fashion, manages to invent a game that is even more boring than their actual boredom. Like Edmund, Susan wants to separate herself from her childhood and be an adult but out of a desire to be helpful, but, she is also like Peter in that, whether consciously or not, she latches onto childish outlets.She, like Peter is caught between two worlds; she wants to be an adult but without taking on the larger responsibilities of adulthood - she has yet to learn that acting like an adult and being mature are two very different things. She tells the Professor why Lucy is upset because she wants to sort out the issue but also looks for an adult's help in doing so. When they arrive in Narnia, she urges them to turn around again then later uses that as an excuse to blame Peter when things go wrong, "None of this would have happened if you had just listened to me in the first place!" For want of a real adult figure, Susan expects Peter to fill this role since that is what their mother asked of him. When Lucy cries their first night at the Professor's house, Susan is the first to notice but nudges Peter to do something about it then later scolds him for failing to help Edmund without having tried to intervene herself, "Well, that was nicely handled." While Susan expects herself to act like an adult nobody else does, so, when things go wrong she is able to blame Peter who is supposed to be their stand-in adult. She maintains this attitude throughout the journey where she can be seen acting grown-up, but in small ways that she can handle. She helps Mrs. Beaver pack food for them when the others are standing around staring, urges them all to go home, comes to terms with the fantasy world by throwing logic at it (and gets teased for it), and tries to convince Peter to listen to Maughrim if it means keeping them alive. It is only when the children meet Aslan and Susan shares the responsibilty of losing Edmund that she really acts maturely. By taking on some of the responsibility, Susan does a grown-up thing and so is finally able to stop acting like one. Once she does so she is able to relax and revert back to her childhood. She plays with Lucy in the water, follows her to the Stone Table (beginning of the movie Susan wouldn't have let her sister leave the camp) and feels the loss of Aslan as much as her sister does. It is only a short amount of time, but, as soon as Susan stops trying to act like a grown-up she is able to embrace the wonder of Narnia as fully and freely as Lucy and Peter do.

"When are you going to grow up?" Like Susan, Edmund is desperate to be seen as a grown-up, or, at least, as an equal to Peter. He frequently pushes back against his mother's insistence that Peter look after him and tries to separate himself from Lucy. However, unlike Susan who channels her desire to be an adult into keeping them safe, Edmund does the quickest and easiest thing he can do which is to be nasty to Lucy. He also tends to act rashly without considering the consequences. We can see this in the beginning when he opens the curtains during the air raid, then runs back into the house to get the photo of their father forcing Peter to run after him, nearly getting them both killed, "You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!" In Narnia, Edmund leaves his siblings behind to find the White Witch with no thought that they might follow him or that he might be putting himself and others in danger. None of which is to critcise Edmund, it is, rather, the point: Edmund, more than Peter or Susan and exactly like Lucy, is a child. It is why it's so easy for the White Witch to reel him in and, to his credit, it is also why he so easily reverts back to childhood after reuniting with his siblings. "What's done is done. There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past." After being rescued by the Narnians, Edmund speaks privately with Aslan and although we never hear what is said between them, Edmund comes out softer around the edges, someone who has learned a lesson but has returned to what we can assume is a version of his old self. Even when he was antagonistic and reticent, Edmund showed behaviour that gave us a glimpse of the boy he likely was before the war. He and Peter stifle their laughter together when Mrs. MacReady gives out to Susan and bond again later when he teases Susan about her game, "Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?" and after complaining for all of a second, he throws himself fully into the game of hide-and-seek with his siblings. After speaking with Aslan, Edmund returns to his siblings a more mature version of himself, "I've seen what the White Witch can do. And I've helped her do it. And we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it", but also one that is ready to stop fighting his older brother, "Then you'll have to lead us." The tension between Peter and Edmund plays a large part in Edmund's development; Peter is someone who angers Edmund, but also who he wants to be treated equally by. Edmund's acceptance of Peter as his older brother and leader is the clearest indication that he has accepted his role as the second youngest, allowing himself to take the lead from Peter, and when Peter doubts himself, Edmund is the one to reassure him, "Aslan believed you could. And so do I." When Peter orders Edmund to retreat from the battle, hedoesn't listen but launches himself at the White Witch distracting her from Peter. Edmund considers following Peter's order for a moment then decides against it and while his attack on the White Witch is as impulsive as running into the house during the air raid, it includes that moment's thought. Edmund has learned from his experiences and decides to do the impulsive thing anyway, this time as an act of protection endangering no one but himself, "Peter's not king yet!" As well as maturing in his thoughtfulness, Edmund returns to his childhood by embracing his siblings and his place among them. He stops teasing Susan, accedes to Peter's decision-making (when he sees that it's right) and when Lucy is the first one to run up and hug him after they've reunited, he accepts it easily.

Of the four siblings, Lucy undergoes the least amount of develoment because she doesn't need to; of the fours siblings, only Lucy is unafraid to be a child. Even when she is teased and told off by her older siblings, Lucy never tries to change who she is. She cries and laughs and comforts and experiences wonder and joy with an openness that only a child could possess; she stands her ground, argues on behalf of the Narnians and calls her siblings out on their mistakes and behaviour, "Stop it! None of this is going to help Edmund!" She is Queen Lucy the Valiant because she is never afraid to be who she is, a lesson her brothers and sister each must learn during their time in Narnia. It is only fitting then, that she takes the first step into Narnia, that she, more than anyone, is tapped into its moods and intricacies. She understands that the mice chewing Aslan's ropes are doing it out of love and respect; she thinks to use the draiads to send a message to Peter and Edmund during the battle, and notices, when everyone else is celebrating, that Aslan looks sad after his liason with the White Witch. From the moment she steps foot in it, Lucy loves Narnia and Narnia loves her back and her belief - in herself, in her siblings, in Narnia - is continuously rewarded. Lucy doesn't look for proof but she accepts it with open arms when it appears in front of her and so she is most at ease with herself and the world around her.

The Chronicles of Narnia is, ultimately, about faith; faith in yourself, in those around you, in Aslan, and in Narnia itself. Lucy is strong in her faith and this carries her throughout all of her adventures in Narnia; Peter waivers in his faith in himself and must work hard to develop it; Edmund tries to separate himself from his faith but comes back to it with an even stronger conviction; Susan's faith means so much to her that it causes her pain and so she tries to forget it. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe might be Christian in nature, but its themes are universal. Lewis does not want everyone to find inner peace in God and Christianity, but he does want us to find it in something and the series advocates for faith in general as a path toward inner peace and decency. How that faith manifests is unimportant - Peter has an easy time believing in Aslan but not in his own capabilities and Lucy believes in Father Christmas as much as she does Aslan. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe symbolises this finding of peace in a connection to childhood, but it is a peace that can be found anywhere - in religion, in other people, in trees, in fairy tales or Santa Clause. It doesn't matter where or how you find your find your childhood, only that you open yourself up to the opportunity to do so, "Try me!"

#the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #cs lewis #narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #my lucy section was longer #but then my laptop crashed #and so did my brain #i do stand by the statement that she has the least amount of learning to do because she's way ahead of everyone else #which is partly why I didn't have as much to say about her #'no notes' as it were #essays #film analysis #movie analysis #andrew adamson #this movie is so good

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 5 months ago

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this might be dumb but i wanna vent abt smth i saw

idk a lot aboit copyright and domains but the way some ppl in fandom act so entitled to authours work and their ip is wild to me. saw someone say that they can't wait to see mxtx works become public this year (but that's not happening at all???????) so they can finally fix her characters and couple to whatever their ship is........

That's not how public domain property works, dear lord, I think that made my blood pressure spike....

I think with fandom exploration and of course encouragement, which I fully support, there comes the ugly side of entitlement. From "I didn't like this personally", to "Fans as a whole don't like this outcome for the plot" ergo, I and my fellow fans that agree, are making this better and we deserve these characters more. It's a parasocial pedestal in that because it's fiction it can still be changed via transformative work that caters to my specific wants that I felt the author/creator did not meet.

Now there is always the validity of constructive critique, usually this is supposed to involve the good,the weakness that may have broken submersion and an example that could strengthen it to be more cohesive in detail/plot thread/thematic,wording. But at times this has evolved into "I know these characters better than their own author, if I personally and emotionally relate to a story device character".

Fandom and yes friend circles can have the bad habit of conforming to what is considered socially acceptable and popular amongst them for a fandom, but not necessarily understanding their own perceptions are not going to be the same all around with strangers much less what the author intended. And there can be a lot of anger especially to the creators and other fans that do shoot down popular interpretations or simply say "no this was not what was intended and I will clarify with supporting points from what we have been given". This is also just not a safe environment to foster because what fun is it to demand you have to like it as I do, even when there is no supporting weight for that interpretation other than duress of threat from saying "I relate to this and anything against it is bullying me"?

And it's almost very... interesting how vitriolic others are when it comes to MXTX being open about her own holds and intentions with her works and characters that have derailed popular fanon sort of takes and leading others to call her closed-minded etc. Especially when she says it's fine to explore fics of her worlds, but she doesn't want to have her own romances dismissed because those are the crux of her novels and hard work.

#mxtx novels #kinda

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canariie · 1 year ago

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Rating: K+

Synopsis: “How are you feeling, Hinamori?” he asked.

“I’m doing well! I’m enjoying the party!” she said cheerily, but even to her ears it felt a bit forced. She sighed and took another sip, avoiding her captain’s watchful eyes.

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Amidst the dancing and drinks, Momo doesn't realize how overwhelmed she feels on Renjii's wedding day.

Word Count: 5590 words

Setting: the RenRuki wedding during We Do KNOT Love You!

Prompt: @hitsuhina-week Celebration 2023 Day 7 - Future

Authour’s Note: Welcome to my pasta-salad of a fic! Partly because I think I tried to put so much into this, culminating in my longest fic on tumblr and usurping i just called to say's position!

This is also RenRuki adjacent, so proceed how you would with that.

Similar to that fic, this is also INCREDIBLY LATE and I apologize for that! It also has several music inspirations going from Enchanted (Taylor's Version) & Back to December (Taylor's Version) to the tone of Billie Eilish's What was I Made For & my future—and I think that shows hahahaha

I hope you all enjoy it!

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Momo was excited for the nijikai, the less formal wedding after party, because that’s where the night truly began.

Renjii had picked Daruma Bar, a familiar haunt of his that the lieutenants had visited many times after late meetings, long work weeks and happy hour celebrations. And maybe it was the romantic in Momo, but she was delighted that they were celebrating a new chapter for her friend in a place that was cemented in such fond memories.

The Bar’s decorations were less ostentatious than the engagement party and the Kuchiki ceremonial shrine. However, it warmed Momo’s heart to see Kuchiki-taicho act so openly benevolent towards his younger sister—something unusual for the typically aloof man.

There was a room at the back of the bar off the side kitchen, dedicated for the respective parties to get ready. It had doubled as storage and a changing space for the servers, leaving it cramped with boxes and a folding screen. To call it a room was generous but the larger formal one was rightfully reserved for Rukia to get ready. Momo had joined in on the groom’s side because she was much closer to Renjii—and, because she hadn’t gotten the chance to spend time alone with him.

“How do you feel, Abarai-kun?” Momo had asked as she took the groom’s outer robe from him, carefully folding it away. The garment had been a gift from Kuchiki-taicho who had it embellished with the Sixth Division symbol. Izuru and Ikkaku had gone with the human, Kurosaki, to look for the final additions to Renjii’s next outfit for the night, leaving Momo alone to help the groom get ready.

“I don’t know…normal—but not?” the tall man shrugged. “I’m not used to all this pomp and circumstance—especially everyone looking at me.”

Momo laughed as she handed Renjii the black suit bag—a custom tailoring from the Quincy boy. “It’s your day Abarai-kun, everyone should be looking at you!”

His cheeks turned bright red, rivaling his hair. “I’ve had enough of it for a while.” Renjii moved behind the screen, and Momo turned her back around to give him further privacy as he removed the other layers. (Days spent in the Shinigami Academy had broken through any semblance of modesty when they had to quickly change between fitness courses and studies along with their overnight camps).

“How are you, Hinamori-kun?”

“Me?” Momo looked down at her hands as she played with the strings of her purse, fiddling with the knotted ends.

“No, the other girl in the room,” he scoffed loudly.

She rolled her eyes and threw a tie over her shoulder and screen, smiling in delight when she heard him yelp.

“You were pretty emotional at the engagement party—and now at the ceremony…I just wasn’t expecting you to cry so much.”

Momo smiled to herself— she had definitely cried her fair share of tears the last couple of days. But she’d shed them all again because they were happy tears. And she knows she wasn’t the only one to be overwhelmed by such a beautiful moment; for even the human girl, Orihime, had started crying so much so when Rukia walked down the aisle, the human couldn’t hold her camera straight. During the ceremony, Momo had sat with Rangiku and the other lieutenants, and was bawling as soon as she saw Renjii have his first glance at Rukia.

“I’m just so…happy for you,” Momo sniffled feeling an onslaught of tears come on. “Is that such a bad thing?” she asked as she could hear him chuckle behind the screen.

She couldn’t help it. Momo loved love and she loved that her dear friend had finally found his.

Momo remembered in the Academy, how Renjii has first come out as rough around the edges. It had been the first time she had met someone from one of the lower districts, and she didn’t quite know what to make of him—except that his eyebrows were quite strange.

But any reservations she may have initially had melted away when she saw his sincere heart and what a dedicated friend he was. From walking her back to her dorm after late night studying sessions to dropping off sweets before her advanced kido exam to sticking by her side when they were prematurely attacked by the hollow—Momo dearly wished that Renjii believed in himself like how he believed in his friends.

“How do I look?”

Momo turned around, and gasped. The taller man had left his hair loose, hanging long down his shoulders—making him look older and more debonair. And though the black formal suit was atypical garb for him, he somehow brought it all together with his usual black bandana. He looked good.

Renjii tugged at his collar, wincing in discomfort. “Is it too stuck up?”

The young girl shook her head and walked closer, taking the tie into her hands. “Abarai-kun, you are going to break a lot of hearts tonight.” She winked. “It’s a good thing you’re a married man.”

“You sound like Matsumoto—or Hisagi after a couple of drinks,” he chuckled in disbelief. “But you really think so? I don’t look out of place?” He joked casually, but Momo could detect something deeper.

“Abarai-kun,” she tightened the knot and looked up at him. “Do you feel like you don’t belong?”

He shrugged his shoulders so much that the ruby tie slipped out of her fingers. “It just feels like a lot—the ceremony, the wedding party. We knew we wanted to be together, but I didn’t expect it would become such a big event,” Renjii looked away to the side. “It’s all out of my comfort zone,” he confessed, twisting the ring on his finger.

She looked at him sympathetically. “I know you two have gone through a lot, Abarai-kun,” Momo reasoned softly, putting her hand on his arm, having him look down at her. “But I can say with absolute confidence that the two of you are the strongest and happiest when you two are together. This party—it just became something for everyone else to put their energy into having fun for one night.”

Momo smiled wholeheartedly. “And honestly I’m sure for Rukia-san, she doesn’t care for all these extravagances—she’d marry you even with paper rings.” She reached up to straighten out the wrinkles on his shoulder. “Again—I’m so happy for you.”

Renjii smiled and ruffled her hair, much to her protests. “Thanks, Hinamori-kun.” The taller man paused, like he was trying to uncover something on her face, but before Momo could ask, Ikkaku came barreling in with the human boy Kurosaki and Kira following suit.

“We found the corsage!” Ikkaku boomed, holding it up in victory.

“Byakuya had it expedited shipped from some out-there province—but wasn’t clear about which import hub it was located in,” the human boy said as he rolled his eyes.

...

Daruma Bar had transformed from the quaint backyard bar they knew into a bustling reception area. Tealights strung from the trees, hanging over a generous dance floor, already teeming with well-dressed officers. There were Kuchiki mansion staff seen around serving cocktail drinks while Hisagi was manning the DJ booth (a custom export from the human world), with an overeager Omaeda directing the spotlight.

Momo found herself ushered out onto the main floor, following the loud cheers of the groom party as the bridal party followed suit. Rukia was resplendent in a white cocktail dress, though she still wore her veil attached to the back of her head. There were tiny little strawberry flowers dotting the lining—which Rangiku had eagerly whispered into Momo’s ear during the ceremony that Orihime had personally embroidered as a gift.

It was only with the deafening cheer when the young couple satisfied the crowd with a kiss that the party truly started.

A dusk had descended on the day, with candles illuminating the tables and basking everyone in red orange hues. Momo could see many of her lieutenants around the tables, chatting and mingling, along with lower seated officers who were clinking glasses of beer together. There was a relaxed air, and she felt immediately at ease to see everyone unwind.

Hisagi had blasted the music loudly, and only for the fact that it was an official Gotei Thirteen event (and that Kyoraku-soutaicho was enjoying a round of shots himself), Momo was sure they would have violated some noise pollution ordinances. But when Renjii pulled her onto the dance floor as a line dance came on, she couldn’t help herself but laugh out loud and try to follow along.

And Momo danced. In the group dances when the crowd swarmed to the floor, she jumped from side to side. When the music slowed to heartfelt ballads, she clutched onto Nanao’s shoulders, singing with her whole heart out.

During the brief moments of respite when she was taking a break with a drink in hand, she found her eyes drifting to the human group on the side.

The war had been long over, but there was still a wide berth around the Quincy boy, Uryuu, who stood off to the side chatting with the other tall human. Momo could see Orihime run over to them, trying to liven up the conversation and eagerly pointing to her plate of food. And in between the loud beats of music, she found herself thinking how the war had left invisible scars on all of them.

The music shifted to softer, mellow music and Momo eagerly took that as a cue to head over to the chef’s table. There were several cooks who were preparing popular street food from the different districts of Rukongai, such as taiyaki, grilled corn and okonomiyaki pancakes—many of which she knew were Renjii’s favourites. There was still the presence of Kuchiki-taicho’s influence in the decoration, from the ornate ice sculptures, exquisite flower bouquets among finger sized hors d’oeuvres and a slow roasted pigling on the split.

Momo didn’t want to eat too much as she was keen to dance more without the heavy feeling of being full. So, she quickly took a bite of the taiyaki before walking over the newlywed couple who were in line with Kuchiki-taicho at the kabob stall.

Renjii gestured forward with his meat skewer, holding it by the Sixth Captain’s face. “You have to try this, Taicho! It’s an Inuzuri special!”

Rukia nodded her head eagerly, the excitement sparkling in her violent eyes. “They marinate the meat with plums to help sweeten it.”

Momo had to laugh at the look at the sixth divison’s captain’s face—the only indication of displeasure was the slight downturn of his lips. He slowly took the skewer, inspecting it on all sides before lifting it up and taking the smallest bite Momo had ever seen. He chewed slowly, maintaining contact with the eager eyes of the bride & groom, before swallowing.

“It is…appropriate,” he sufficed, before dabbing his lips with a napkin.

...

The party continued in beat again, with no clear sign of stopping. Hisagi’s position of DJ had been usurped by one of the Shiba men, eager to grab the mic and direct the audience in line dances. After the ninth lieutenant had realized what happened, it was a loud battle where the music changed pace and tempo to their scramble, confusing the audience in between switching from easy going sways and fast jigs. The fight immediately ceased and desisted when the older Shiba came on stage and hit the two men both, stopping the bickering without any question. It was only when the music slowed to a soft classical tune, did Momo decide it was time to sit out for a bit after another long stint on the dance floor.

She walked up to her captain, who was leaning casually against one of the high tables, observing the party with his eyes straying down to his phone every so often. Though he looked relaxed, Momo knew him well enough to know that he was eagerly waiting for the vizards from the Human World to join—specifically a short blond woman.

A server walked by, and Momo quickly took a drink, shooting a generous smile at the staff in thanks.

“Go easy on the drinks,” Hirako mused with a smile tugging on his lips, “We still have work tomorrow.”

Her captain had eagerly taken the opportunity to dress in human clothes, wearing a dark pinstripe suit with silver tie. Momo had never seen him before so excited to dress up and he had taken many trips to the Human World to find the right outfit.

“Taicho, the suit looks quite good on you!” she remarked, leaning against the table with a champagne glass in her hands. Now that she had stopped dancing, she didn’t quite realize how much her feet were hurting. She sighed, inhaling the dusky air that was sweet and heavy with candle smoke.

“You also look good,” her captain remarked, holding his glass up in a cheers motion. “Matsumoto had fun with the makeup?”

Momo smiled in agreement as she played with her flower hair ornament. “She did a fantastic job!”

The two lieutenants had eagerly gone through the stores looking for appropriate kimonos to wear. And even though the older woman had more stamina than Momo in that respect, she enjoyed the shopping spree; especially when she finally settled on a light pink print with white printed flowers. Rangiku had helped her dress up and made sure to spend extra time on the younger girl’s makeup and hair before getting ready herself.

When Momo finally saw the look, light pink blush and soft red lips, she couldn’t stop staring at herself which filled her with greater anticipation for tonight.

“How are you feeling, Hinamori?” he asked.

“I’m doing well! I’m enjoying the party!” she said cheerily, but even to her ears it felt a bit forced. She sighed and took another sip, avoiding her captain’s watchful eyes.

Hirako took a long swig of his drink. “You’ve been crying a lot—I know you and Abarai are close friends…” he drifted off. “But is there nothing else going on?”

Momo swished the glass around, looking down. “I’m not sure,” she confessed. “I am happy for Abarai-kun—I truly am.”

The Fifth captain leveled her with a long stare. “Sometimes seeing other people happy can remind us of when we’re not,” he said simply.

Momo turned sharply towards him. “Do I seem unhappy?” she asked softly.

Hirako shook his head and looked at the last of the crowd dancing. “Not to everyone–no. But I think those that care can tell when there’s something deeper.”

“Hina-chan! Hirako-taicho!”

The two Fifth Squad guards looked towards Rangiku who was walking towards them with a skip in her step, dressed in a beautiful vibrant violet kimono with peony flowers. In the low light, her blue eyes were twinkling, and the red candle flames highlighted her wavy golden hair.

Following behind slowly was the tenth division captain, dressed in a simple dark grey kimono. While others had gone for extravagance or taken the opportunity to dress up, the simplicity of his outfit made the young boy stand out in the crowd. His turquoise eyes seemed brighter, and his white hair shined amongst all the candle lights. Momo could feel her heart race up (but she blamed it on the lightheaded feeling from the drinks).

“Hinamori-chan, you dance so well,” Rangiku remarked as she plucked a champagne glass from a passing server. She shot a flirtatious smile at the server, who scrambled away flustered, their cheeks a bright red. “I don’t think I’ve seen you take a break all night.”

“I’ve been having a lot of fun,” she laughed, moving forward and almost toppling over if it hadn’t been for her captain and Rangiku who grabbed a hold of her arms. “I’ll say,” Rangiku laughed. She turned behind her, beckoning her hand forward. “Taicho, take a photo of us!”

Momo looked to the young captain who looked like he was frozen in motion, with hands slightly reached out. They fell lamely to the side. He recomposed himself and sent a glare towards his lieutenant—but complied, holding up the camera in front of him.

The lighthearted smile Momo had tried to put on all evening felt strained and she could only hope it didn’t show as the flash went off.

“The Kuchiki’s really know how to throw a party,” Rangiku observed demurely, “they should do it more often.” She flipped her long hair as she scanned the crowd. “I think they’re going to be turning off the music soon.” The older woman turned to look at Momo with a devious smile. “Hina-chan—you should dance with Taicho.”

Her heart rate immediately jumped, and she found herself frantically waving her hands in front of her. “Oh no,” Momo looked back for support but found herself being pushed forward by her captain, who was sporting a smug smile. “C’mon, it’ll be good for you,” he said with a final nudge.

A similar look was mirrored over with Rangiku who was pushing a protesting Toushiro towards the middle of the dance floor, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Taicho, hasn’t stepped on the dance floor at all tonight!” She agilely grabbed the camera out of his hands.

“Matsumoto!” Toushiro turned to yell at his vice-captain who quickly made herself scarce from the scene. He turned slowly to look at Momo as dancers passed by around them.

He cleared his throat. “Hinamori, we don’t have to do this.”

She could only mutely nod her head shortly, as she realized that this was the first time, they had spoken outside of work to each other after the recovery period.

The crowd continued to move around the two of them undeterred. Swaths of maroon, blue, purple flashed around her, but she could only look down at her feet. The music slowed down in pace, and a loud cheering occurred across the floor, with Renjii and Rukia making it onto the floor before holding onto each other like they had all the time in the world—which made Momo’s heart clench.

Momo could hear Toushiro sigh softly before she saw two feet approach her.

She turned to look up and he was too close, much too close. She forgot to breathe as she looked up and counted the flecks of sapphire in his eyes.

“Can I,” he asked softly, a sense of trepidation in his voice.

She jerked her head down and felt her heart rate quicken as he took her hands in his—which were several degrees colder than hers but grounded her in a reality that too many earlier drinks had lifted her from.

“Just humour them for one song…” he whispered.

It was an awkward start with Toushiro guiding Momo’s hand to his shoulder before moving behind to hold her shoulder blade. She had to swallow a gasp as she could feel the cold move dangerously close to the scar in her back, making her breath quicken.

And she didn’t know if it was cruel fate or not, but the music had slowed done to a pace that only in twos could one traverse. Out of the corner in her eyes, she saw her subordinates holding onto each other, with easy-going smiles as they swayed in comfort.

Momo stared straight at the side of his neck, trying to avoid all eye contact as they moved from one side to the other. She was too aware of his white hair tickling her cheek and the cool exhale of his breath on her collarbone.

This was too close too close. It was the closest they had been to each other in five years.

They had spent three years after the Quincy War dancing around the divide between them. Prior to that, Momo could only focus on her personal recovery after the Winter War as well as adjusting to her new captain. Toushiro had always seemed to be there on the periphery, flitting in and out of her consciousness.

He had apologized to her for what happened in the Fake Karakura town. She had profusely apologized in retaliation — no it wasn’t his fault, she shouldn’t have been there, she hardly remembered it, they were all foolishly tricked. (But that doesn’t stop the cold tremors she feels whenever she sees Hyourinmaru).

The young boy had stood there, silent and listening, but Momo could see the winter storm in his eyes, obscuring the shame that he had still felt whenever he got a glimpse of her scar through the Fourth Division robes. She had clutched the fabric tighter to her heart, where ice had barely missed, unable to meet his gaze. Even though she set the fissures off first, it was his sword that had swung the final blow in the demise of their crumbling relationship.

And she knows that he knows she feels that way because he had stepped aside, adamantly training in isolation to be stronger (at least according to her usual queries to Rangiku). And what could she do, except also turn around and try to move forward as a lieutenant of the Gotei 13.

For as much as she hated to admit it, they were not the same as before. Now they were just small talk and shallow inquiries about the weather, during the brief exchanges between captain and lieutenant meetings.

Momo wishes with all her heart that they could go back to who they were; where she could rush to him on the good days, a whole plate of watermelon in between them and see his eyes light up in excitement; or seek him out in the bad days when she desperately wanted to her hear his calm and rational reasoning, that soothed her like a cool breeze in the summer.

“How are you, Hinamori?”

Momo startled, looking to the right at him, but any closer and her lips would be on his neck.

“I’m good,” she responded quickly, inwardly grimacing at how high her voice sounded. “Hirako-taicho and I were excited to finish work two hours earlier so we could get ready. I had made sure we had finished all our reports for the day for approval, but it was nice to have an official announcement that work could be done earlier,” she rambled.

Toushiro raised an eyebrow, as if he didn’t quite believe her.

“Isn’t Hirako supposed to be one that handed those in?”

“Hirako-taicho,” Momo corrected, “He had done it the previous time but since I was meeting Rangiku-san and Nanao-san to get ready, we thought it best that I hand in the reports since it was on the way to the First Division.”

He hummed in agreement, before it became silent again. They turned around to avoid another couple who had swept a little too close. Momo found herself looking for Rukia and Renjii to distract herself from the awkwardness. The two were glued to each other, with Rukia staring up at her husband, the adoration evident in her eyes. She stood on her toes to which Renjii responded by lifting her higher. The young woman whispered something in his ear to which the red-haired man looked at her with wide surprised eyes before spinning her around as she laughed.

The two of them were out of step with the song but perfectly attuned to each other.

Momo’s heart ached and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

She looked down at the corner of his neck and shoulder. “Are you enjoying the wedding?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ve been designated to photograph duty.”

“At least you’re part of the moments?” she tried to salvage.

“Not really,” the boy scoffed.

There was an awkward turn and Momo turned too quickly, tripping over her feet and bumped her chin into his shoulder. She mumbled an apology, not before she got an inhale of his scent which sent her mind into scrambles.

Momo pulled back to face him. “Did I hurt you?”

His emerald eyes went wide. A pause. The boy took a deep breath and leveled her with an intense gaze. “You could never hurt me, Hinamori.”

She stopped moving with Toushiro following suit. Everyone continued around spinning and laughing, while the music went up in crescendo.

“That’s not true at all…” Momo said distantly, shaking her head.

A loud bang startled her into moving closer to him, and she could feel him tighten his hold on her. Loud bursts of fireworks went off above them and the sky illuminated with bright vibrant streaks of colour.

All of a sudden, Momo noticed people looking at her with hopeful smiles and knowing looks, which made her chest tighten. And the cold on her back and her hand slowly felt like a vice that she couldn’t get out quickly enough.

“I’m sorry, Hitsugaya-taicho I have to leave,” Momo sputtered out right as the final note dropped, before running off the floor. Fireworks continued to crackle as she pushed past the dancing bodies, desperate to get as far away as she could. All the excitement that had made her feel before like she was floating on a cloud disappeared, leaving her with deep intense dread inside.

A hand reached out and grabbed her arm, and she was pulled off the dance floor. Momo startled as Ikkaku thrust a shot glass into her face.

“C’mon, Hinamori—it’s the last shots of the night!”

The groom’s party had gathered around, with several bottles already empty in between them all. Kira looked completely out of it, stumbling forward, and clutching onto Renjii with a dazed look in his eyes. The human boy wasn’t too far behind, his face mirroring the fruit he was named after. Ikkaku still seemed bright and alert as he poured the alcohol into her glass.

“Hinamori, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Renjii reasoned, trying to push off Kira so he could come towards her. She recognized that look of concern, it was his big brother mode when he saw she was teetering on the edge of anxiety.

Momo, determined not to make a bigger fool of herself and ruin her friend’s special day, took the shot lifted out towards her.

“To the Abarai’s!”

And she threw back the drinks, the liquid burning down her throat. The rest of the guys hollered loudly, rivaling the sound of the fireworks. And they didn’t stop there, continuing to chase one drink after the other until Momo’s head pounded like the fireworks.

In front of Daruma Bar there was a large pond and several benches for guests to sober up on. Amid the final throws of excitement, Momo had hobbled alone out of the bar before throwing up in the bushes by the water. And even through the motions, she found herself thinking—that in no way was she getting her kimono stained—and that she was grateful there was no one to witness this embarrassment.

A cool cloth appeared in the peripheral of her vision, and she was too tired to not accept it.

“How much did you eat today?” Toushiro asked sternly as he hovered over her. She startled belatedly and threw a fatigued look over her shoulder.

“Not enough,” Momo heaved. When she was finally done coughing, she collapsed on the bench in exhaustion—feeling spent and drained.

The tenth captain stood a distance, in that quiet way Momo knew he reserved for battle, figuring out his first move.

Momo wiped her forehead and her mouth, looking down at the lipstick smears on the cloth. She sniffled, feeling despondent.

The war was over. They had fought, had shed blood, had lost men—but they had won. And though it was a quiet victory, with reconstruction looming as a herculean hill to climb, they all pressed on. People were having fun, becoming stronger, moving on. This party was just one moment of many future beginnings, a dynamic turn of high energy and excitement for what was ahead— and yet, Momo still felt caught in the past somehow.

Momo knew in the deepest of her hearts, that Renjii deserved this night. She had remembered it all too well, the pain on his face when Rukia had entered the Kuchiki household, leaving him at the Academy broken-hearted. He had fought tooth and nail and truly defied the odds when no one had believed him.

But, now sitting in the aftermath of the party, Momo was hit with the sobering thought that she was pitifully jealous of Renjii. Jealous that he had a new future to look forward to with someone he cared deeply for. Momo was nowhere near where he was, hell—she wasn’t even on proper speaking terms with one of her oldest friends.

Momo sobbed, furiously rubbing her eyes with her kimono sleeves. “Do…do you think—we’ll ever be like that?”

Toushiro sighed, knowing that Momo’s tolerance how gone past reason.

“We never stopped being friends, Hinamori.”

“But we don’t talk anymore,” she wailed tearfully, feeling fresh tears come down her face. It was bothering her now how sticky her cheeks were becoming, considering the amount of time Rangiku had spent on her makeup—which made her feel even more pitiful. “Do you hate me, Hitsugaya-kun?”

He stood there uncomfortably, as if trying to find the right words. “Hinamori I never…hated you.” Toushiro let out a long exhale as he sat on the far end of the bench. “I just wanted to give you space.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t know what we are,” she bemoaned, gesturing her hands in between them. “But I do know,” Momo sniffled loudly. “we’re not the same as before.”

“No…no we’re not,” Toushiro said simply, looking at the moon’s reflection in the water. Momo could see that even though his hair seemed bright like the white light, there was a dullness in his eyes.

“I thought training would be the solution, to get stronger and let you be on your own.” He kicked a loose pebble into the pond. “But that wasn’t the only right answer.”

Toushiro turned to her, and solemnly said, “You didn’t deserve that.”

Momo hiccupped and looked up at him with teary eyes. “…You’re not mad at me?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head in confusion. “Why would you blame yourself for everything?”

“Well, I started this all—this rift,” Momo drew a line in between them, tracing her finger on the stone bench. She looked up at him with doleful eyes. “I’m sorry, Shiro-chan—for all of it. I don’t think I can ever apologize enough.”

The boy looked down at the space in between them pensively. It was like she could see the gears turn in his mind, slowly and methodically, to find the next right step.

“And for every apology you give...instead of pulling away,” Toushiro shifted himself over until he was halfway over the bench, looking up at her with determination in his eyes, “I’ll move closer.”

Her brown eyes widened, before she smiled in relief, scooting closer to him, until they were side by side. Momo grabbed his hand in her’s, holding them up high in between them. “And for every time you feel like you want to pull away, I won’t let you.”

Toushiro noted objectively. “I think we’ve come to a standstill.”

She laughed as she wiped the tears off her cheeks, “That the Hitsugaya-kun I miss. You always know exactly what to say.”

They stayed in silence, listening to the last sounds of the party as it wrapped up. Finally, Toushiro pushed himself off the bench and turned to the teary girl. “Come on, let’s go home.”

At the thought of getting up, Momo immediately deflated with the pent-up fatigue from the party. “My feet are killing me,” she whimpered, quickly trying to kick off her heeled shoes. The brown-haired girl stuck out her bottom lip in contemplation.

“Can you carry me, Hitsugaya-kun?” she asked quietly, as if she were afraid to shatter the moment.

The tenth captain raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to remember this in the morning?” he asked dubiously.

Momo whined, her voice raising in pitch. “C’mon—I used to do it all the time for you when you got hurt.”

Toushiro rolled his eyes, before turning around and bending down. There was a moment of awkward fumbling as Momo eagerly climbed onto his back. She clutched her arms around his neck and leaned her cheek down next to his as he stood up.

“You’re so strong Shiro-chan…” Momo pulled back a hand to smooth the wrinkles of his kimono. “Like obviously your shoulders are a lot wider now,” she observed. “But I didn’t know you were this strong.”

Momo yelped as he shifted her with a jolt, making her knock her chin on the back of his head. “That was mean, Shiro-chan,” she said though she could feel her heart racing as he chuckled. “That’s what you get for making comments like that,” he responded dryly, though she could hear the slight smile in his voice.

The girl tightened her arms around him again, swinging her feet back and forth. “You’re a lot funnier than people take you for, Shiro-chan.”

“It’s a secret I try not to share,” he responded to which Momo laughed out loud.

She snuggled closer into his back, relishing how secure she felt as he carried her away from the bar. “Shiro-chan…we’re friends again, right?” she mumbled softly.

Toushiro scoffed, feeling her doze into his shoulder. “Yeah…we’re friends.”

Momo fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling more at ease than she had ever been before.

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Author's Notes: You know the stressful thing about writing about a wedding party? It's almost like you're planning it!! Is there enough ice for the drinks? IS everyone dancing? What kind of music do they need? Who's going to be the wedding crasher? What are the decorations? How can I show that Byakuya has no chill and spares no expense in anyway he can? Where's the food??? IS EVERYONE HAVING FUN??

This was one of my first times writing Renjii and of course I have to do it during his wedding day but oh well. I would really love to write more about him and Momo's friendship together, and I thought it was a perfect place for Momo to compare herself in what she has and lacks since they both came from similar relationships to their childhood friends.

I think my trend has also to leave the Hitsuhina moments until the very end and then flourish the beginning immensely with self reflections and them talking to everyone BUT each other (which results in much longer fics)

#hitsuhina week 2023 #canariie: my fics #GEEZ THIS TOOK FOREVER #i'm so ready to post this and run lolol #momo hinamori #toushiro hitsugaya #i had some stuff planned for the celebrate bleach event but wedding planning got in the way #and when i say wedding planning i mean #how does renjii celebrate a wedding that byakuya is financing #that's what made this fic take so long #renruki #it's a bit renruki like in the distance???#i hope polyna will be proud haha i def have included it after reading her more of her fics #renjii abarai #rukia kuchiki #hitsuhina

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haveyoureadthisdcfic · 7 days ago

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Subfandom: Other (Birds of Prey)

Media: Comics

Relationships: Shippy (Dinah Lance/Barbara Gordon)

Summary:

Dinah loops the necklace around her neck and, with the help of the mirror by the door, swaps out her diamond studs for two twin birds. A fringed jacket is pulled from the closet, draped over her bodysuit to keep off the autumn chill. Boots are tied, hair pulled back. She’s halfway out the door when the static crackles in her ears. “Hey there, Black Canary,” come the cool, automated tones of the Oracle. “Took you long enough.” (the birds meet. and then they fall in love, or something.)

Authour: @tbcanary (marquis)

Year: 2023

Submitted by @cherrystainedknuckles

Submitter's comment:

ESSENTIAL dinahbabs reading

#other fandom #birds of prey #shippy #media: comics #published: 2020 to 2024 #marquis #DC fic recs

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jamdoughnutmagician · 2 years ago

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Between The Sheets

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary:A lazy Sunday morning in bed with Steve leads to something more...

Warnings:Smut, 18+, Unprotected Sex (obviously), Spooning, Cock Warming, Cuddle-fucking, Breeding Kink, Daddy/Mommy kink (kind of??)

Word Count:990

Authour’s Note: OH WE MAKING BABIES I’ve written a few filthy fics before, but this one is truly honest-to-god filthy..so I’m sorry.. also sorry if there’s any mistakes!

It was no secret to you about how Steve wanted a family of his own. A family of his own with you. The memory of him sharing his fantasy of having ‘six little nuggets’ running around always lived in the back of your mind.

It was also no secret to you that Steve loved being snuggled up to you. Spooning close to you, his chest pressed to your back whilst he peppered small kisses to your shoulders, neck and behind your ear.

His arm would always sling its way around your body, his large hands finding their place holding your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples, rolling them under his fingertips.

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings where neither of you needed to be anywhere, and the warmth of your bed was more appealing than the cold outside world. Your naked bodies huddled together, his morning wood eagerly pressing against your bare pussy.

“Keep me warm for a bit, Honey?” He rasped out, his voice husky with sleep.

“As you wish” you smiled as you hoisted your leg up closer to your chest giving him access to your pussy.

Steve swipes himself through your folds a few times, coating himself in the wetness of your arousal, before guiding his increasingly hard and thick cock towards your core. He slowly sinks inside you inch by inch until he’s as close to you as he can be.

Steve's size is always a stretch to you. He's just so thick that the press of him inside you is never anything short of a tight squeeze, and yet, you welcome the delicious burn that comes with him being inside you.

Everytime Steve pushes himself into your bare cunt, with nothing separating you from him, his mind betrays him and all he can think about is breeding your pretty pussy. Filling you up until you’re so absolutely full with him.

You knew what Steve was thinking about, he was thinking about making a start on getting those six little nuggets that he so badly wanted. You knew he was thinking about it, because it’s what you were thinking about too.

“Want you so bad, honey” he purred against your ear “wanna give you my kids”

“Well what are you waiting for big boy, let’s do it” you say suggestively over your shoulder.

Steve swears that his brain stops functioning for a moment, images of you all big and swollen with his child flooding his mind. It didn’t take very long before his hips snapped into action, sliding almost all of the way out of your warm wet pussy, before his hips thrust back up to meet yours, filling you with his thick cock.

He keeps fucking up into you whilst his large hands are holding the weight of your boobs, squeezing the soft flesh of them under his fingers. He’s always been obsessed with your boobs, and in this position he was able to take full advantage of the feel of the soft weight of your tits in his large hands.

“Think about how big your tits’ll be when they’re full of milk…fuck” he groans out continuing to toy with your peaked nipples.

His hand snakes down to splay over your stomach as he holds you close, whilst thrusting up into you with his thick cock.

“Can you feel me right here, Honey?” He says pressing his hand down on your stomach. “I’m practically in your guts” his voice groans out.

Steve always managed to leave you breathless every time. The stretch of his cock filling you so completely.

It wasn’t enough for Steve to be this close to you, he wanted to look at your face as he filled you. He pulled out of you briefly with a grunt before gently man-handling you until you were laying flat on your back. He moved himself so that he was hovering over you, caging you safe between strong arms.

“Wanted to see your pretty face, Princess. Wanted to look at you whilst I breed this pretty little cunt.” He says as he presses the red leaky head of his cock at your entrance, before rocking his hips to slide himself deep inside you once more.

You reached your hand up to gently cup his face in your hand, stroking your thumb over his cheek. There was something about being under him like this that would send your heart racing. No matter what, he was always your Stevie.

“Making me feel so good, Stevie…Feel so full…” you whined out.

“Yeah…you’re so tight, honey…gonna fill you up so good.” he moaned out between grunts.

“Gonna make me a Mommy, Stevie?”

“Fuck…” he drawled out. “Yeah Honey..Daddy’s gonna fill you up and make you a Mommy” His hips continued thrusting into you, whilst his hand dropped down to rub over your sensitive clit.

It didn’t take very much more than a few more rolls of Steve’s hips and his fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit before you were coming. Squeezing his thick cock as your orgasm rushed over you.

The squeeze of your tight wet walls, hugging his length so deliciously was what sent Steve over the edge. Burying himself so deep inside, whilst he stilled above you, filling you with the hot spurts of his release.

He looks down at you through the mess of his hair that’s fallen over his eyes as he leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

Pulling away from his lips, you reach your hand up once more to rake your fingers through his hair, moving it out of his eyes.

“So…Daddy, huh?” you lightly tease.

“You started it, Mommy”

“Do you think it worked?” you smile.

“Well I suppose there’s no harm in doing that again..you know just to make sure...I know I certainly would be up for round two if you are.” he chuckles.

“I’m ready when you are, Harrington.” You smirked.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x female reader smut #stranger things s4 #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x reader fanfic #steve harrington #steve 'the hair' harrington

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merlincmgirl · 1 month ago

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Overstimulation - Cody x FReader - NSFW

Summary: When Cody hears that you've never experienced a man giving you an orgasm, it leads to confessions and a chance for you to experience what exactly the Marshal Commander can do.

Characters: Cody, Waxer, Boil (who is a little shit to his ori'vod!), Helix, Wooley, Crys

Pairing: Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 11,812

Warnings: Overstimulation, PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), hand job, multiple orgasms, squirting

Authour's Note: I have no idea where this came from. This was my first time writing for Cody and he seems to have possessed my body. 11k! I'm so sorry!

Sitting in the mess hall, finally managing to have some dinner after a hard shift in the medical bay, your small moment of peace was quickly disrupted by the troopers you looked after. Waxer and Boil sat down on either side of you, Wooley taking the seat on Boil’s right. Across from you, Crys, Helix and Cody sat down as well. “Well if it isn’t my favourite medic” Waxer greeted, nudging you slightly with his elbow as he got comfortable.

“Seems I’ve taken your title Helix” you said to your CO as he rolled his eyes, shaking his head. You enjoyed winding him up just a little. You had a deep respect for the man, and it was mutual.

“You can deal with him then next time he drags his shebs to the medbay” Helix scoffed, lips twitching up at his friend. The pair of you worked well together, determined to save the lives of as many troopers that you could. The compassion and empathy you showed to the troopers were not found in many nat-borns and Helix was grateful to have somebody who cared about his brothers when they got hurt.

“Bad luck there, Y/N. Looks like you drew the short straw” Cody remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as you chuckled warmly at the Commander. And if he held your gaze a little longer than necessary, just to soak up the beauty of your eyes as they danced in amusement, well then nobody had to know but him. And his brother as he caught Helix’s knowing look.

“What are your plans for tomorrow when we finally get planet-side?” you asked, returning to poke at your dinner. You couldn’t wait to get back to proper food that wasn’t served from ration packs once you returned to Coruscant.

“The usual, 79s, maybe catch some limmie if we can, meet some pretty pretty people to spend the night with” Waxer answered, his excited tone clear. It had been a long tour, and after nearly 75 rotations, you were heading back to Triple Zero for some time off.

“I am not writing up anyone for bringing a civilian into the barracks again!” Cody warned, sending his troopers a stern look.

“That was one time!” Boil grumbled, shaking his head at Cody’s warning look. You couldn’t help but smirk and look at him curiously. Honestly, who would have thought Boil would bring someone back to barracks. “No, I’m not telling” he said, shooting down any hope of getting answers from him.

“Gods, you’re no fun” you complained, returning back to your own meal. Cody caught your eye and winked. If Boil wouldn’t tell you, then you could trust your Commander would. Stars, finally you would be able to get some dirt on Boil after his and Waxer’s constant teasing of you.

“At least he won’t be as lonely as Crys” Wooley commented, smirking at his brother across the table.

“I won’t be lonely! She’s busy when we have our leave. It happens!” Crys objected, voice pitching slightly higher as he glared at Wooley for even bringing this up. He had an adorable pout on his face as he settled back into his seat, grumpily pushing his meat around his tray.

“Guess you just wasn’t entertaining enough for her to keep you around Crys” Waxer teased, eyes dancing in mirth as he watched Crys’ face turn red – either in embarrassment or annoyance.

“Yes I was! We kriffed all night! The bed was soaked from how many times she had cummed by the time we were finished!” Crys gloated, puffing his chest out in pride.

Personally you didn’t believe him, you’d never experienced that before, and knew many women who hadn’t either. Looking warily around at the table, you could see a number of the clones amused at this conversation, and Crys’ ardent belief that his paramour would comm him as soon as they landed back on Triple Zero. Catching Cody’s eye, he sent you a small smile and shook his head in exasperation. You couldn’t help the little chuckle and warmth that flooded you at your little interaction. It almost seemed like he had been looking to you specifically while his brothers were distracted and continued to tease each other.

“Oh shut it Waxer! I’m sure Y/N knows what I mean, don’t you?” Crys snarled, his dark eyes pulled into a glare at his older brother.

Your eyes snapped back to Crys and the topic at hand. You had missed what they were saying as your thoughts got lost on Cody. A common occurrence but whatever retort Crys said had been lost to you. “What?” you gasped, staring between them, hoping that they would drop it soon. All you really wanted was to eat your food in peace.

“You know, had a man make you cum so hard you saw stars” Crys grunted, crossing his arms and looking at you expectantly.

The little scoff was out of your mouth before you could control it. “No actually. Never had a man give me one orgasm let alone all night” you said, just slightly bitter at your ex-lovers. Most of the time they were just focused on their own pleasure, or they had no idea about a thing called ‘foreplay’. It usually resulted in you feeling frustrated and having to finish yourself off as soon as they were asleep or had gone. Gods, you would love to find someone who could actually give you one decent orgasm, but opportunities were hard to find, especially after being in the GAR. You couldn’t remember the last time you were planet-side or had enough time to visit your own family, never mind find a hook up.

“You’ve never had anyone finish you off?” Waxer asked in shock, staring at you like you had told him the Chancellor was actually the Galaxy’s most awarded swimming champion.

There was a silence that filled the table, all eyes staring at you in a mixture of horror and pity. It made your face heat up and feel like you were going to be sick simultaneously. Kriff what had you done?! “No… guess it-I- we just weren’t compatible” you shrugged, ducking your head and pushing the green mush around your plate. If it wasn’t appetising before, it certainly wasn’t now after this line of discussion. What had made you admit that in front of the men you worked closely with everyday? Even Helix was looking at you with a flash of pity in his eyes! How were you going to look at any of them again?

“Can you though?” Wooley leaned forward past Boil to ask, curiosity and disbelief written on his face.

“Wooley!” a harsh voice sounded from across the table. The voice was strong enough to cut through durasteel and gave no room for arguments. You jumped at the loud noise in the sudden silence. Marshal Commander Cody glared at his vod, seeing how you shrunk into yourself more and more. “Apologise, now!” he ordered, eyes hard and not leaving the paling face of his younger brother.

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to upset you” Wooley murmured, thoroughly rebuked and shrinking back into his own chair.

You nodded, glancing up to see Cody looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. And wasn’t that another kick in the teeth. All this was going on in front of the man you had the worst crush on! And from the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. But whatever it was, you were grateful for the reprieve of questions that was coming your way. Sending him a small thankful smile, you returned back to your dinner.

“You know ad’ika, there’s no shame in that. Some men just can’t pleasure a woman. Maybe you need someone who can show you what it’s like. You know, like a real man” Boil smirked, eyes flickering to Cody before watching you bury your face in your hands.

Cody stiffened, hoping his glare was enough to convey that he would be putting Boil on latrine duty for the foreseeable future if he continued down this path. He could already see Waxer send him a small shake of his head to warn him off. Crys was hiding a smirk behind his hand, purposefully not looking at the Marshall Commander sitting next to him. Helix was scowling, glancing between Boil and Cody, probably thinking of how much bacta he would have to use on Boil once Cody got a hold of him.

Taking a chance to wind up his older brother, Boil leaned on his elbow, poking your side with a well aimed finger. “I bet there’s loads of men here who would love to help you out” Boil grinned.

And like a snapping of a rubber band, Cody reacted. Eyes promising murder, he glared at Boil before looking over at you. You were shying away from everyone, tear filled eyes refusing to leave your plate as you stewed in embarrassment at what was happening around you. Protectiveness and anger curled in his chest and he refused to not come to your defence. “Enough!” he snarled, stopping whatever words were going to come out of Boil’s mouth next. Everyone at the table froze, even you, at the icy tone your commanding officer used. “All of you dismissed. I’ll deal with you later. Y/N, you stay here” Cody ordered, warning his brothers that this was not over.

All of them scrambled to get out from the wrath that was the Marshall Commander protecting his cyare, not wanting any of it to fall down on them individually. It wasn’t worth it. A jumble of noise echoed around you as they grabbed for their helmets and trays, hurrying away as though a Nexu was chasing after them. It would have been a little amusing, and at any other time you would have laughed; but you felt trapped at the moment, with Cody just sitting there and not saying a word to you. What was he thinking? Were you in trouble for what you said? What if he put in a complaint at how inappropriate you had been with his men? Was he angry with you?

Sighing heavily, Cody scooted over until he was directly in front of you. “I’m sorry about them, they can get… overzealous at times” Cody apologised, shaking his head at his vod. That was certainly one word for them. He passed you another cup of caf, the one from his own tray, before looking at you gently. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern for you clear on his face.

“I’ll be fine… just… I’ll be the talk of the battalion now” you mumbled, knowing that word would spread. No doubt that the men you treated would, at the least, look at you pityingly and at the worst, tease you about it. They were strong, virile men who were enclosed on a starship with little female company, some were bound to start flirting with you and offering to change your lack of orgasms for you, just like Boil had said.

“No you won’t. They know better than that” Cody said firmly, already thinking of all the ways he would punish them if they let slip what they had found out to the other vode. Seeing how it still wasn’t enough to comfort you as you became lost in your own head, he reached out and placed his larger hand over yours. It dwarfed your hand in comparison but it was so warm, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you twisted your hand so that you held his as well. “If anyone says anything, you tell me and I’ll handle them” Cody assured, squeezing you slightly.

You couldn’t help but smile softly at how protective he was being over you, admittedly it did help ease the tension that had built in your chest since your impromptu slip up. But even though he was the Marshall Commander, he couldn’t be there for you the whole time batting away shinies and dishing out punishments to whoever had upset you. It just wasn’t fair or right. Why should he care? You were only a medic underneath him.

Oh! Images flooded into your head of just that. Of him pressing you into a bed, leaning over you, becoming everything you could see, touch, hear and smell. Of him flooding your senses as he pressed gentle kisses all over your face and continuing down your chest, reaching further and further down.

The calling of your name was what brought you back to the present, looking back up at Cody to see him looking at you in concern when you didn’t answer him. Sighing heavily, you shook your head, but didn’t remove your hand away from his. You just prayed that he thought the blush riding high on your cheeks was down to embarrassment and not down to how you had imagined him in one of the many fantasies that you had of him. “You can’t just punish your men just because they’ve upset me, Cody” you reminded, even if the thought of it sent a spike of affection through you.

“Of course I can, I’m the Marshall Commander, it’s got to have it’s perks somewhere” Cody grinned, proud when you laughed at his response. He loved seeing you smile and laugh, it made you almost glow with happiness. If he was a sap, he would say he wanted to always be the cause of your happiness.

“Well thank you Commander, I appreciate you sacrificing one of the perks of the job just for me” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him in amusement. It was always nice to get this time with him. It wasn’t often that he had time to drop by and chat, but when he did, it always brightened your day. So to have him for as long as you did now, it felt even more special.

“It’s not a sacrifice mesh’la. I’d gladly do this for you, whatever you asked for” Cody said quietly, catching your eye and hoping you knew how sincere he was about that. Because he would. He would give you the galaxy if he could.

Ducking your head, you couldn’t fight the hope that curled in your chest at his words. It was everything you wished to hear from him, but you still wasn’t sure he meant them in the way you wanted him to. Cody was an excellent friend to you, and you hoped for more, but you weren’t even sure how to start that conversation, never mind express how deeply you loved him. Would he even feel the same way about you? Or would you ruin the friendship you two shared by speaking up? It wasn’t worth it, but kriff you wished that you could be with him.

“If only you could” you shook your head, voice so low you didn’t think he would hear you.

“If only I could what cyare?” Cody asked, leaning forward as if to hear you better. But he had heard alright. He had just wanted to make sure that he had heard what he thought he did. What he always dared hoped you would say. But it seemed that little outburst was all that he was going to get from you as you blushed and refused to meet his eyes.

Eyes widening at him catching what you said, you sat up and quickly reached for the caf that he had offered you. It reminded you that you hadn’t slipped your hand away from his, and it was a bit jarring to lose the weight of him off you and the cold air to hit your heated skin. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it Commander” you excused, sipping the hot liquid and almost cursing at the temperature.

Cody’s eyebrows shot up at the title. Normally when you were alone, you would call him by his name unless you were teasing him. It had took him a good few conversations to get you to call him by his chosen name when you were alone. So for you to revert back was surprising for him. “Tell me cyare, I want to know” he encouraged, his feet sliding in between yours and knocking your leg with his to get your attention. It worked, your eyes shooting up to look at him from underneath your lashes. It was such a sultry look that he couldn’t help but feel warmth pool in his stomach as his normally restrained desire for you raised it’s head. “Go on, cyar’ika, say it. I want to hear you say it” he instructed, voice dropping down lower.

“C-Commander” you stuttered, breath becoming short as he looked at you with dark, desire filled eyes.

“Cody” he corrected instantly, not harshly but wanting you to know that at this moment in time, he wasn’t your commanding officer. He was just a man who desperately wanted you to tell him how you felt.

Placing the cup of caf down as it began shaking in your hand, you reached for his, trailing your fingertips up and down his vein-y hands. “I want- I- I want you” you breathed out, staring up at him with wide eyes. That wasn’t what you wanted to say. Not quite. It seemed to shock him as well because his hand tensed under yours and his eyes widened to match yours. “No! I mean I do, but not like that! I do want you like that but I want you to love me… just like I love you” you rambled, hoping to fix this and make it better. But the more you stumbled over your words and tried to explain, the more of a mess you felt you were making of it. “Oh kriff! I’ve really messed this up!” you groaned, burying your head into your hands and shaking your head in despair. He wouldn’t want you now after this! You’d be lucky if you weren’t transferred onto a different ship at the way you were karking this up.

Cody rounded the table, sitting beside you and gently pulling your hands away from your face so he could take in your panicked expression. Gentle rubbing soothing circles onto the inside of your wrist, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you glanced up nervously at him. “You did a better job than I could. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest every time I see you. It’s why my brothers always tease me when you’re around” Cody shrugged bashfully, feeling your pulse beat erratically beneath his fingers.

“What?!” you gasped, unable to believe what you were hearing. Did Cody like you back? Was he also nervous about what you two felt for each other? And everyone knew about it! That explained all the looks that Helix sent you whenever Cody called into medbay to check in on you. Or all the times Waxer and Boil would compliment and big Cody up to you whenever he walked past or had to report back to Obi-Wan. As if you needed the reminder of how honourable and good he was.

“Yeah… that thing with Boil, it was aimed at me more than you. My brothers have been pushing me to tell you how I feel about you but I haven’t been brave enough to do it. I’ve loved you for a long time, mesh’la, ever since you shouted at me for not coming to you when I kicked that droid” he admitted, gazing into your eyes and unable to look away.

Even though he felt sick at telling you all of this, he also felt a weight of his shoulders. He didn’t have to hide how he felt from you now, he could be honest about how much he loved your company, how much he enjoyed listening to your ramblings on the new medical equipment that had been shipped in. Could admit that every time he was near you the war felt like it was a distant memory. Everything he had imagined of his future on those dark, lonely, fear filled nights on Kamino as a cadet, he could see with you. Those moments of peace with you, being able to just relax and soak in each other’s warmth and love. Of waking up early in the mornings just to make you breakfast, watch the sunlight spill across your body as he watched the sunrise in your rooms. He wanted all of it.

Taking a deep breath, he knew what he had to do. He gathered all of his courage, all of his bravery as he landed a hand on your knee and kept holding one of your wrists, rubbing soothingly. By the Force, he was a Marshal Commander, he shouldn’t be afraid of a civvie medic. “Can-Can I kiss you, mesh’la?” he pleaded, feeling like a cadet adrift in the stormy waters back on Kamino.

Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder. Yes! You wanted that. You wanted to feel him kiss you, pour everything he had into your first kiss. Because you knew that was the kind of man he was. Commander Cody didn’t hold back and he certainly was as honest as people came. He would kiss you with those same traits. Gulping to try and bring salvia back in your mouth and letting your legs fall open slightly as the hand on your knee gave you a little squeeze, you couldn’t help but nod. “Yes please” you whispered, leaning closer into him.

Just as you thought you would finally be able to experience his lips on yours, a loud crash interrupted you. Jumping back, everything came rushing forward. All the sounds, smells of the mess and the chattering of the men around you. You were still in the mess hall, surrounded by clone troopers and other staff members. How had you forgotten that?

Cody seemed to realise as well and pulled back slightly, but didn’t let go of his grip on you. Instead he scowled at the trooper who had dropped his tray at the other side of the hall. Sighing heavily, he turned back to you and shook his head in exasperation, just like he had when his brothers had been bantering between themselves.

“What do you say we get out of here, mesh’la? Do you want to come back to my room so I can show you just how much I love you?” he offered, hand on your knee slipping upwards slightly to the middle of your thigh. Enough to cause some dampness in your panties, but nothing too scandalous if anyone would look over at the pair of you. “Maybe you can give me a chance to show you just what a man can do. I want to be the first man to make you cum, to be able to kiss up these legs and taste you on my tongue for days afterwards” Cody murmured, eyes darkening at the gasp of surprise you let out.

“Fuck Cody! You can’t just say that out loud” you whined, unconsciously clenching your thighs together and trapping his hand between them. Already you could feel yourself getting wet, just from his words and the conviction in his voice that he would be the one to get you there. And honestly, you believed him. Cody was stubborn, and once he said he was going to do something, he would stop at nothing to complete his objective.

“Someone liked the sound of that” he teased, glancing at your thighs as he pulled his hand away from between them. “What do you say, mesh’la? Is that something you want? If not, that’s okay, we can just go to my room and talk. Whatever you want to do” he reassured, making sure you knew he was serious. If all you wanted to do was just sit on the small couch in his room and talk, then that would be perfect to him as well.

“I want this, I want you” you promised, wanting to cup his face and kiss him just for how sweet he was and reassuring that you knew there was nothing expected of you. “So, lead on Commander” you chuckled, enjoying how quick he jumped up and gathered your trays to put away. By the time you had stood up and straightened your uniform, he had already returned and was ready to go.

The walk back to his quarters seemed to be charged with electricity. You didn’t touch, both of you much too disciplined and unwilling to cause gossip among the staff on the Negotiator. Though you had no doubt that if one of his brothers spotted you heading into Cody’s room, the gossip would spread through the 212th like wild fire. But only the vode, no one else.

Every time your hands were next to each other, you could feel the warmth radiate through him. Almost like how air felt just before you got an electric shock. You so desperately wanted to brush your hands together, to feel the touch of his long, talented fingers against yours. It seemed he felt the same because he kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small quirk of his lip the only indicator that he was just as excited for this as you were.

As you finally made it back to his room, he glanced around to make sure that the corridor was empty before pushing open the door and letting you enter first. The first look you got of Cody’s quarters were all him. It was almost like you had imagined it to be. Everything had it’s place. There was a desk and chair in the corner, a pile of flimsiwork and data-pads were piled neatly on top. A cupboard was next to the door for Cody to place his armour when he was able to relax in his room. There was a small sitting area just off to the side, with a worn orange couch that looked like it had seen better days. A door to what you assumed was the refresher and the bed was large enough that you knew it would be more comfortable than the mattress you slept on every night in the barracks.

“Waxer and Wooley found it on the lower levels of Coruscant. Thought I could do with a bit of colour to spruce the place up” Cody informed you, seeing you stare at everything.

“Sorry… it’s just pretty much how I pictured it” you said wryly, embarrassed at being caught gaping at his room.

Cody couldn’t help but laugh, stripping out of his armour and placing it into the cupboard to store it out of the way. “Imagined it a lot have you, mesh’la?” Cody teased, placing his DC17s next to his armour.

“Only a few hundred times” you retorted, still looking up at him as you twisted your fingers into the top of your scrubs.

“Is that all?” he winked, before heading over to a small alcove you hadn’t noticed. “Would you like some tea, cyare? Obi-wan always gives me tins of the stuff. He says I should improve my pallet away from ration bars. He’s been trying to get command to serve it in the mess” Cody explained, getting out two cups, a kettle and a tin of tea for you to share.

“That would be lovely, thank you” you nodded, unsure of what you should do now that you were in his room. This was where he spent the few hours rest he got, where he slept and allowed himself to unwind after excruciating battles and exhausting days that never seemed to end.

“Sit down mesh’la” he smiled, nodding over to the couch. As he waited for the water to boil, he turned around and let his face soften. “I meant what I said. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. We can sit and talk if that’s what you want to do” he assured, taking in how you seemed to be tense, how your eyes flittered around the room and the way your legs shifted uncomfortably.

“No! I want this!” you insisted, gaze shooting up to meet his in determination. “It’s just… I’ve wanted this for so long, it doesn’t feel real to me. Like I’m going to wake up in the morning and it’ll be a really nice dream” you shrugged, brushing your hair away from your face.

Cody nodded, taking his time to think of a response to you. You appreciated it, Cody wasn’t one to offer empty reassurances and hollow words, he was honest and trustworthy. Another reason why you loved him so much. You trusted whatever he had to say to you. “It’s okay to feel nervous. I am too. But I promise you, Y/N, I’ve wanted you for so long that I’m going to make you see that you deserve the love that I’m going to show you. You’re worthy of much more than me” he vowed, his voice so strong and unwavering that you could no nothing else but nod.

Noting you were still taking in his words, Cody made up the tea, heart still hammering in his chest from admitting his feelings to you. He wondered if that would ever stop or if he would become so used to it that it would become part of him. He didn’t know which he would prefer. He brought over the tea to you, setting it down on the low table just in front of the couch before sliding into the seat beside you.

“Do you really think you’re not worthy of me?” you asked, catching up to the last part of his speech. You took his hand in yours, linking your fingers together as you cupped his cheek, ensuring he was listening to you. “Maker Cody! You are the best thing to happen to me, you’re my best friend. The man I love. An idiot who kicks and punches droids and thinks he’s going to be fine” you smiled, pulling a weak chuckle from him. “You may share the same face with a million other brothers, Cody. But you are unique to me. There is only one Cody, and I would scream it in front of the whole Senate if it helped people to understand that you may be clones, but you’re still a person. A beautiful, honest, loyal person who brightens my world up every day” you declared, running your thumb over his sharp cheekbones.

Cody let out a soft breath before he leaned closer to you, sliding his hand across the back of the couch and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His other hand coming to push back a strand of your hair away from your face. He searched your face for any hesitancy before leaning in, pressing his body into yours until there was no gap between you. Trailing his hand down your face and over your jaw before coming to play with your hair, he gasped as you placed your hands on his strong chest.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asked, running a hand through your hair and twirling a strand slightly around his pointer finger. It sent thrills through you at being so close to him, feeling his warmth press against your side and his breath caress your cheeks.

“I’d love that, Commander” you consented, closing the gap between you two.

This kiss was not like any other you had experienced. Cody took slow, delicate chaste kisses from you before building up your passion as his hand slid into your hair, gripping the back of your head. You tightened your grasp on his blacks as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, begging you to let him in for a proper, heated kiss. The hold he had over you ensured that you couldn’t move much, not that you wanted to. It felt amazing to experience Cody like this. Feel his body pressed up against yours, his tongue sliding against your own. You couldn’t help but gasp as he gave a playful nip onto your lip before running his tongue over it soothingly.

You were so lost in his kisses that you didn’t notice the hand trail down your back and stop at your hip. With strength that you knew he and all the other clones possessed, he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him.

“Oh!” you gasped in surprise, not expecting him to move you like that.

This new position meant that you could feel the hardness that was growing in his blacks as you rocked against him, your own hands running up to twist into his dark curls. Letting the dark coils snag on your fingers as you tugged at them gently. It must have been something that drove Cody wild because he bucked his hips up to you in a momentary loss of control.

“Fuck, sweetheart” he groaned, pulling away to lay kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He found a spot on the column of your neck that he wanted to mark, dragging his teeth over the skin before sucking at it, laving it with attention so that tomorrow you would have a beautiful new bruise to cover up the next time you went into work. He secretly hoped you didn’t cover it up; so his brothers would know not to flirt or mess with you if they even dared entertained the thought they had a chance with you.

Heat fluttered in between your legs and you couldn’t help but grind down on him. Hearing him let out a small whine, you couldn’t help but do it again, enjoying having the mighty Marshall Commander whimpering for you. Even through your blacks you could feel how good he would feel inside of you.

However your fun was quickly cut short as Cody gripped on tightly to your hips. “Enough of that mesh’la, otherwise this will be over a lot sooner than I’d like” he murmured against your skin. Pinching your sides at the giggle he got in return, he tugged you closer, holding you over him but unable to move. “Can I take you to bed? Give you what you’ve been missing?” he asked, needing your permission to take the next step.

“If you didn’t… I’d be disappointed, Commander” you moaned, laying kisses across his face, starting from the scar on his temple, all down his jaw and onto his chin before raising to meet his lips. You noticed how Cody tensed underneath you, hands squeezing at you just slightly before he released them. It would seem Cody enjoyed being called Commander in the bedroom. You would file that interesting bit of information away for later.

Carefully, he held you to his chest, your breasts pushed against the hard planes of his pecs before wrapping another hand under your butt. Without any change in breathing or difficulty, he stood up, lifting you into the air with him and seemingly without any problem. You felt yourself gush at the move, admiring his strength as he continued to melt your brain with his kisses.

He guided you over to his bed in the corner, gently placing you down on the mattress with such tenderness that you felt how much he cared and loved you. Slowly, his hands trailed down your arms before he reached for the hem of your scrubs. He pulled it up over your stomach, up over your breasts before throwing it to the side of him.

“God you’re beautiful mesh’la” he whispered, entranced as he looked over the sight he had just revealed. His hands came to cup your breasts through the breast band, giving a cautionary squeeze before your hands came over the top of his own, showing him the right amount of pressure you enjoyed. “Thank you mesh’la. You’ve got to tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay?” he murmured, thumb brushing over your nipples even through the material.

“Okay” you assured, before reaching behind yourself and pulling off your breast band. “But you have to do the same” you bargained, tugging at the top of his blacks.

Chuckling, he chucked off his own blacks in record time, leaving him in a tight pair of boxers. Your brain stopped firing, lost in the beautiful tanned skin that was in front of you. He was dotted with a number of scars, a shade lighter than his normal tone. A large, twisted one sat just above his right hip bone, and you couldn’t help but reach for it, tracing the rough skin. He must have gotten this one before you were transferred to the 212th.

“I’m okay, it was shrapnel from a droid that lodged into me. Helix did a pretty good job” Cody soothed, voice gentle as he let you trace his scars. He hated seeing the distressed look on your face, the thought of him being in pain enough to bring that on. Cupping your cheek, he brought your face up to look at him. “I’m still here, love. I’m fine” he promised, leaning down to land a soft kiss on your lips.

“Can’t help but want to make sure you’re never hurt again, love” you sighed, eyes closed as you took in the sweet affection he had for you. You missed the look of adoration and love that passed over his face before he pushed it away. There would be time to talk about that later, right now he wanted to make you see stars.

“Can I take these off, baby?” he wondered, fingers tickling above the waist of your trousers.

“Of course!” you giggled, twisting slightly at the feather soft sensations he was drawing against you.

“Ticklish?” he grinned, enjoying the way you squirmed to get away from his touch. He would file that away for later, especially for when you least expected it. His eyes must have shown too much mischief because you glared up at him, a warning look on your face. “Oh just you wait, mesh’la, I’ll have to find a way to keep my hands to myself” he chuckled, hooking his fingers under the material hiding you from him. With a gentle tug, he pulled down both your trousers and pants, letting out a soft hum of satisfaction as you helped kick them away from you.

Taking the time to put them to one side, he turned around to press gentle kisses to your chest, leaving a couple of red marks above each breast. You couldn’t help but try and press closer to his warm, wet mouth but he wouldn’t put it where you wanted him to. You wanted him to play with your nipples, make them sensitive to his touch as they were already perked up, almost like they were begging for his hands, his mouth, whatever to touch them. But Cody seemed to know exactly what you wanted and refused to give in. Carefully, as though you were some delicate treasure he had found, he placed the softest of kisses on each nipple before kneeling above you.

“Cody!” you groaned, annoyance lacing through your tone but it didn’t do anything to encourage him. If anything, it did the opposite as he got off the bed and stood up. Cupping your face, he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips before he went down onto his knees for you.

The sight of him dropping down to his knees was enough to make you stop breathing. He was gorgeous, the most beautiful thing you’ve seen as he looks up at you, a mischievous smile on his face. Running his hands up from your calves, giving your knees a gentle squeeze before trailing up your thighs, gripping them slightly as he pushes them open. Sighing heavenly, he presses a small chaste kiss to your inner knee before pushing your legs wider, allowing his shoulders to fit in between your legs. “Oh mesh’la, you’re dripping for me” he breathed, tone full of adoration and desire.

Nerves began to eat away at your stomach, imagining exactly what he was seeing down there and your legs went to close around him but they didn’t get very far. Cody was so broad, even without his armour on. It was making you dizzy just having him this close to you, staring at your most intimate place. “Y-You don’t have to” you murmured, face heating up at the thought of what was going to happen. What he had promised he would do to you back in the mess hall.

Cody pulled away slightly, raising an eyebrow at you in surprise. “What kind of man has made you think that you don’t deserve this? That they shouldn’t be honoured to be between your legs and make you feel pleasured and desired? That they wouldn’t kill to get a taste of you” he asked, frown pulling on his features as he tugged you closer to the edge of the bed.

Gasping at his words and his actions, you let your hand slip into his hair to steady yourself. “Cody I-I don’t… he said he didn’t like doing it” you hurried to explain, fingers twitching in his dark strands.

Cody chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he trailed his calloused fingers closer and closer to your centre. “Oh mesh’la, let me show you what I like doing” he growled, squeezing you tighter. He barely gave you enough time to process his words before he was diving forward, licking a strip with the flat of his tongue from the bottom of your entrance and swirling it around your clit.

“Oh!” you squeaked out, free hand clutching the bed sheet and the other buried in his hair. Feeling him groan against you at your taste, you couldn’t help but buck your hips up into him and try to take in a stuttering breath.

“That’s it sweetheart, pull my hair!” he encouraged, thumb rubbing gentle patterns into your inner thigh as he looked up to see pleasure written all over your face. His soft touches were such a contrast to what his tongue was doing to your clit, flicking over the nub with the tip of his tongue.

“Cody! Oh kriff, Cody!” you whined, unable to help it as you pulled harder on his hair. He grunted into you, but didn’t pull away or admonish you. In fact he buried his face into you even more, giving your clit one last hard suck before moving down to your entrance to get a taste of your slick. It was like he was feasting on you, small groans and growls vibrating up you and sending heat up your spine. Stars he was good with his mouth. Was this what you had been missing out on?

With his mouth busy at your entrance, his thumb came to tease at your clit, rubbing it in circles with a barely there touch. It was teasing. Cody was teasing you and you didn’t know if you could handle it. “Please!” you whined, hoping he would either touch you properly or… or… or do something other than tease.

“Got to make this a good one mesh’la” he smirked, nipping at your inner thigh before pressing a kiss onto your clit.

You couldn’t help but yelp, flinching away slightly at his touch before instantly seeking it out again.

Cody growled softly, wrapping his other arm around your thigh to tug you closer to him, keeping you at his mercy. The sound shot straight to your cunt, making it squeeze around nothing as he looked up from your legs, taking in the beautiful sight of you laid out before him. Without warning, he began rubbing at your clit, hard, determined motions as he pushed his tongue back inside of you as far as he could go.

“Ah! Cody! Oh kriff! Fuck, Cody, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you begged, feeling the coil twist tighter and tighter in your gut. You were so close to finally having a man bring you to orgasm. You didn’t think you could take it if he stopped now to tease you further.

As he allowed you to ride his face, Cody pulled you as tight as he could to his mouth, not wanting to let you escape from his mouth as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel you were close, your inner muscles tightening around him as you gushed more and more slick out of your pussy. The sounds you were making was going straight down to his cock, he was already leaking pre-cum but he was determined that you would experience pleasure before he even touched himself. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue, hear you scream his name as you came for the first time with someone.

“I’m close! Please! Please Cody, more!” you demanded, tugging harshly on his hair as you thrust your hips against his face. Feeling him chuckle darkly against you, it took you a second to register that his circular motions on your clit had stopped before he gave your clit a sharp pinch. It tore at your nerves and you screamed his name, unable to help it as you came against his mouth.

Pure bliss shot through your body, your brain stopped working and you swore you could see the Force all around you from how hard he had made you cum. You barely felt him pull away from you, resting his head on your hip as your legs trembled against his shoulders and back. Electricity was still coursing up and down your spine, making it impossible to come down just yet.

But when you finally did open your eyes, you found Cody smiling at you, a little smug but pleased that you had experienced this with him. “How do you feel, love?” he checked in, rubbing soothing patterns on your thigh.

“I feel like you’ve just ruined me for anyone else” you panted, wiping some of your juices off his cheeks and chin. You had never been as wet as this, no partner had ever made you feel like you were exploding with pleasure and ecstasy before.

“Can’t say I’m not a little pleased about that, mesh’la. I don’t think I want to let anyone else have you” Cody replied, taking in the sight of you. Enjoying how debauched you looked, he knew that he wanted to keep showing you the delights that he could bring you. He would never stop wanting you and desiring you, especially not after hearing your moans and whimpers just from him eating you out. He couldn’t wait to do more with you.

“Shuffle up the bed, love. I’m not done with you yet” Cody instructed, helping you to move back and get situated in a comfortable position in the middle of the bed. Tucking a pillow underneath your head and hips, he saw you give him a reassuring nod before he knelt in between your legs again.

Spotting the red mark that was already blooming on your thigh, he couldn’t help but trace it with his calloused fingertips, wondering how it would look like in the morning. You moaned at the touch, but kept your legs spread wide to accommodate him and his curious touches. “You’re so beautiful cyare, I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you” he praised, sending you a soft look that he hoped conveyed just how deeply he felt for you.

Keeping his gaze locked onto you, he slid his fingers through your soaked folds, gathering your juices and swirling around your clit with them, pressing on the underside of your hood before pulling away as you bucked up into him. Grinning at your response, he couldn't help but tease you further, gently brushing against your clit before quickly retreating, listening to your sounds of frustration and the twitch of your hips as you tried to chase after his fingers.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he licked into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself, sliding your hands over his shoulders and his back to tug him closer. It was a curious taste, but not unpleasant and Cody seemed to enjoy the way you ran your tongue over his as you made your decision.

Without warning, he pressed one of his thick fingers into your soaked entrance, both of you cursing out for different reasons. For you, his fingers were bigger than your own and could reach places that you just couldn’t. For him, he was taken aback at how warm you felt around his finger, how your muscles fluttered at the intrusion. He could imagine that your pussy wasn’t quite used to his fingers, your own just wasn’t enough to be a copy of his. Gripping tightly to his shoulder, you couldn’t help but whine and bury your face into his neck.

“Too much, mesh’la?” he frowned, worried that he had hurt you.

Quickly shaking your head, you nuzzled into him, taking in the deeply soothing scent that could relax you in a moment. “No, just… different from my own hand. Move… please” you murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss to his neck before pulling away.

“Alright, I’m going to move now” he warned you, resting his forehead against yours before slowly retreating and pushing back into you. The small hitch of your breath was a reassurance that you were okay, just getting used to the feel of him against you and his finger inside of you. Making sure that he paid attention to your body language and the pace of your breathing, Cody worked you up on his fingers.

You could feel yourself relaxing against him, both of you leaning against the other and breathing the same air. It was an honour to share this with him. A keldabe kiss was special, something so intimate between families and partners, for him to do this with you. Well it showed you just how much he loved you.

All thoughts were shoved out of your head when Cody pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them up as though searching for something. Instantly you knew what, and you were afraid to disappoint him. “I don’t have one, I’ve never been able to find that spot” you breathed to him, shaking your head. Cody sent you a determined look, a small smile playing on his face. “Cody I can- Oh!” you moaned, your stead-firm belief certainly in tatters now that Cody had pressed right on the spongy spot inside of you that had you see stars.

“There we go, love. That’s it. I’ve got you” he mumbled, massaging and poking at the spot inside of you that you denied having. “Let me take care of you. I promise you won’t regret it” Cody whispered, peppering kisses all over your face.

Whimpering, you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back as he used a sharp thrust of his hand into you to have you bucking up into him. Fuck, Cody wasn’t wrong. You weren’t regretting letting him look after you, you don’t think you ever would. Heat raised in you as he continued to push against that spot inside of you that caused tension building in your bottom half.

He began to increase his speed, feeling you tighten around him as he crooked his fingers just so, enjoying the loud groan that move pulled out of you. Your hips were beginning to lift off the bed and Cody pulled away so he was kneeling above you.

You whined, wanting him closer to you, to feel his body pressed against yours. He caught your reaching hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before placing it down next to your hip and squeezing once. “Be good mesh’la, keep them there” he ordered, before pinning your hips down with a hand on your lower stomach.

Instantly you cried out, pleasure increasing but unable to move away from his touch. You could do nothing but lay there as he wrung ever ounce of pleasure from you. “Cody! Fuck Cody, please. Oh gods! Maker, Cody I’m close, oh fuck!” you howled, tugging at the bedsheets as you felt your release edging closer and closer to you. It was like he was reaching parts of you that you hadn’t experienced before, both inside and out as the pressure of his hand made his fingers feel bigger than they were. Why in all hells had you been missing out on this? Cody was driving you insane and he had only used his mouth and fingers.

“That’s it beautiful, such a good girl for me. Cum for me” Cody groaned, watching how your eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as ecstasy seared through you. He could tell how close you were, your muscles were clenching tightly around his fingers. His voice was so full of love and want that you couldn’t help but obey as you felt your cunt tighten around his fingers for the second time tonight.

After allowing you to come down from your high, Cody leaned forward to brush your sweaty hair out of your eyes before gently kissing along your temple. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. Thank you, mesh’la” he muttered into your hair as he took in your smell.

“I should be saying that to you. You’ve just made me cum twice” you smiled, nuzzling your nose into his jaw and pressing a kiss there. Sliding your hands along his strong shoulders, you tugged him closer, wanting to feel his weight on you. However as you did, you felt his hardened member press against your lower stomach. Now that you weren’t drunk on the high he had sent you in, you allowed yourself to grind up into his hard cock.

Cody grunted, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your soft skin and his pre-cum leaking on you, making the glide easier as his hips moved on their own.

“I’m sorry, this has all been about me. I should have thought” you apologised, biting your lip as you reached for his cock.

However Cody just tutted, grabbing your wrist and stilling you. “You didn’t forget about me, cyare. I’ve imagined what you would be like when we were like this, there’ll be more than enough time for me later” he assured, not wanting you to feel bad.

Running your gaze down his body, you couldn’t help but take in his sweaty pecs and thickened trunk. Trailing lower, you couldn’t help but gulp. His cock was gorgeous. Truly. He was about average in length but thick, with a slight upward curve that you know would feel amazing in you. His head was a shade darker than the rest of him and leaking down his shaft. Maker he was beautiful. You reached out to grip him, desperate to feel the smooth, silky skin of his cock. Cody gasped, rocking his hips into your touch as he lost himself in your slow, firm movements up and down his member, twisting slightly at the tip.

“Fuck, cyare!” he growled, gritting his teeth as he tightened your hold of him to one that he preferred.

Grinning wildly at how he seemed to lose some of that control he was exhibiting with you, you couldn’t help but run your thumb over his head, collecting the pre-cum gathering there before lifting it into your mouth for a taste. It was salty but you liked it. You wanted to taste more from the source.

“Force Y/N, if you do that, this will be over sooner than any of us would like” Cody warned, squeezing your shoulder as you made to move towards his member.

Pouting, you pumped him a few more times, just the way he showed you before Cody tugged your hand away. “Promise I can taste you later?” you asked, biting your lip coyly as you looked up at him.

Cody couldn’t help but moan, leaning his head against yours. “Yes, beautiful girl, you can do whatever you want to me later. But first, I need to be inside of you. I need to make you feel good” Cody nodded, running his hand up and down your side. It was ticklish, but you enjoyed his touch against your heated skin.

“How do you want me?” you teased, gasping as he kissed the spot underneath your ear, running his tongue over the thin, delicate skin before pulling away to look you over.

“Get comfortable, baby. I’ll take you any which way you want” he swore, taking every movement in as he watched you settle on your back, your legs sprawled wide open so that he could see every part of you. His cock throbbed painfully, seemingly to know that it’s wait was finally over and soon it would be sinking into your hot, wet entrance.

When you were comfortable, Cody ran his fingertips up your inner thigh before dragging his nails down them, making you squirm and gasp out at the flare of pain. It was a wonderful contract to the pleasure that you had been feeling all night. Coming closer to you, he shuffled you until your thighs were resting on his.

“Are you ready, mesh’la?” Cody asked, gripping his cock in one hand and lining the head against your entrance. He pushed the head through your folds, both to tease you and to spread your slick that had gathered there so he wouldn’t hurt you.

Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t remember being more ready for anything. Now was the moment that Cody would take you, claim you for himself and bring you some much needed relief after your partners was sorely lacking in getting you to the finishing line. He would be the one to show you just how pleasurable sex could be when your partner knew exactly what they were doing. Reaching up to cup his face, trailing your fingers over his sharp jaw and cheekbones, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Please, fuck me Commander” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him. You knew instantly it had been the right thing to say, because Cody tensed up and his eyes darkened from where your gazes met.

Cody wasted no time, pushing his cock into you slowly, mindful of what a stretch it could be. You let out a loud curse, feeling how tight you were and how full you were just from Cody entering you. “That’s it Mesh’la, you’re doing really well. You’ve taken me so well. Just a bit more, that’s a good girl” Cody encouraged, voice shaking as he rubbed your flank soothingly.

“Fuck, Cody! It feels like you’re never going to stop!” you gasped, gripping onto his arms tightly at the side of your head and trying to get used to the stretch. As he bottomed out in you, the pair of your stopped, both of you gasping against each other as you finally took everything in. It did feel like you were stuffed full, his delicious cock stretching you out as you strangled him with your warmth.

Once he was sure that you were both ready, feeling you give a small nod against him before he slowly pulled out, the drag felt amazing against your tight walls. Leaning down to lick into your mouth, he thrust back into your sharply, causing you to mewl against his lip and scramble to hold onto him. That set the pace, Cody pulling his cock out slowly, making you miss the heavy feel of him inside of you before slamming back into you.

Unable to help it, you sighed at his wonderful pace, allowing you to feel all of him in short, quick thrusts and long, hard deep ones. It kept you on the edge, enjoying how Cody seemed to know exactly what you wanted before you did. His mouth was trailing down your chest, desperate to reach your breasts. He took one hardened bud in his mouth, sucking on it harshly, determined to leave as many marks on you as possible. His other hand came up to play with your neglected nipple, squeezing and twisting the nub until you were crying out loudly into his room, the noise echoing off the metal walls. He chuckled against your breast, nipping it quickly before swapping sides.

Your hands weren’t idle either, one hand slipped into his hair, tugging at the strands to get him moving to where you wanted him, to try and ease up on the marks he was giving you. It was to no avail, and you couldn’t help but feel like your nipples were getting extra sensitive, every touch, lick and caress felt like it was sending heat straight down to your centre. Your other hand explored the plains of his back, digging your nails into his strong muscles at a particularly hard thrust.

Cody raised your thigh around his hip, allowing him to push deeper into you and had you clenching hard around him. “Kriff mesh’la, you’re squeezing me so tight. Almost can’t move” he growled, rolling his hips against yours. Reaching between you, he began circling your clit in figures of 8, sending your focus flying out the window. All there was to feel was Cody, around you, inside of you. Everything was Cody and you couldn’t think of anything more perfect. “Want you to cum for me. Cum around my cock, want to feel you” he groaned, latching onto your neck as he continued to drive you to the height of pleasure.

Nodding, you wanted that too. Fuck, it was hard to think of anything else as he continued to play you like a string, strumming your clit as he drove himself into you, over and over again. Breaths becoming even shorter, you couldn’t help but drag your nails down his back as you came around him, body shaking as you released everything that you had. “CODY!” you screamed, the sound filling the room and almost leaving him deaf as your orgasm hit you so hard, you saw white.

Cody gritted his teeth, feeling how tight you had become around him, how your arousal and release leaked around his cock, dripping down your ass and onto the bedsheets below. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted to see one more. Just one more and then he’d let you rest. He wanted to make sure that you knew just how beautiful you were to him, and that you deserved as many orgasms as you wanted. And he would give them to you, anytime you asked.

It felt like you had never came down from the high, you were riding that wave painfully close as it began to get too much for you. Cody was still thrusting into you, pace slightly slower now but no less determined. You forgot how passionate and stubborn your Commander could be, and it seemed he was determined to prove that you could cum just fine when he was the one that was bringing you over the edge. Fuck, it was like you were on fire, all your nerves singing and trembling as Cody continued to fuck into you.

“Please Cody” you whined, words slurring slightly but you were sure that he understood you.

“Want me to stop, mesh’la?” he frowned, stilling instantly as he worried he had pushed you too far.

Taking some deep breaths in, you shook your head. “No… I don’t think I can cum any more… but I want you to cum… inside… please Commander” you admitted, feeling embarrassed at your words and also not wanting to spoil his pleasure. You wanted to feel him cum in you, to get that feeling that many women claimed felt out of this world, and some that didn’t feel anything. But you wanted to experience that with Cody. It was safe, you had been checked and had the implant, and all clones were told that they were sterile and couldn’t pass on their genes. You wanted him to coat your walls and claim you.

“I think you can, love. You just need the right motivation” he teased, before gathering your legs and placing each one over his shoulders. The change in angle was instant, and you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open, unable to stop the cry of pleasure as he seemed to sink deeper into you. He felt a lot bigger and deeper in this position, and you couldn’t do anything but take it as he practically folded you in half.

“There we go, love, that’s better. Look at your pretty pussy taking me in so well. You were made for me love, just like I was made for you. You never have to worry about not finishing with me, I’ll get you there as many times as you want, cyare” he vowed, thoughts becoming frayed as he was nearing his own completion, but he was determined to push you over the edge one more time. He needed to feel you strangling his cock before he came deep inside of you.

“Please Cody, I just want you, please. Whatever you want, just let me kiss you” you pleaded, trying to reach up for a kiss, but the position wouldn’t allow you to move very well.

“How can I deny such a sweet request off a beautiful woman?” he breathed, putting more of his weight on you as he briefly attached his lips to yours. It was a short kiss, neither of you able to keep it up as he thrust almost down into you now.

Now that he was almost pinning you down, his thrusts were hitting that spot inside of you that flooded your whole body with pleasure, his hips slamming into yours were as accurate as a blaster shot. You couldn’t help but clench even tighter around him as you felt another orgasm building – was this your fourth now? Kriff! He was actually trying to kill you.

“That’s it cyar’ika, one more. You have one more for me, I know you do. Come on love, I know you’re sore, just give me one more and I’ll fill you until I’m leaking out of you and onto my bed” Cody continued to whisper into your sweat soaked skin, teeth biting down into your neck as his fingers came to play with your clit, massaging your bud of pleasure.

A sensation you had never experienced before began to creep over you and your eyes shot open. (When had you even closed them?) The only time you had felt this was definitely not in a sexy situation. “Cody!” you gasped, gripping his arms as you tried to tighten your muscles around him. “Cody I can’t… I need to-I’m going to- Cody!” you stuttered, trying to hold on so that you didn’t make this situation even more mortifying as it was.

But he just cupped your face, driving another thrust of his hips into you, hitting that spot that made you almost come undone. “It’s okay cyar’ika, let go for me. It’s okay, trust me, you’ll be fine” he soothed, rubbing even more at your clit. You shook your head, eyes squeezing tight before he gently gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Let go, love, it’s not what you think. Trust me, let go for me love” he cooed, smiling at you reassuringly.

Finally you couldn’t take any more, relaxing all your muscles as his touch, his thrusts and the pure pleasure inside of you spilled over. You felt yourself release, soaking him in spurts as your orgasm hit you full on. It took the breath from you, your body unable to do anything but sink into the mattress as you continued to squirt.

Cody couldn’t do anything but groan your name, hips losing their rhythm as he thrust into you a couple more times, spend painting your walls white as he shot load after load into you.

Once he had enough brain cells, he made sure he wasn’t crushing you before gathering you into his arms and spinning around, cuddling you up into his broad chest.

“Well… I think everyone knows that I can certainly cum now, Commander” you said wryly, still catching your breath as your fingers drew nonsense patterns on his chest.

“Glad I was able to reassure them” he murmured, feeling sleep tug at him. He’d get up in a second, grab a cloth to wash you both down with. But at the moment, he was still unable to feel his legs. “You okay, cyare?” he asked softly, running warm, gentle hands up and down your back, playing with your hair occasionally.

Humming in satisfaction, you couldn’t help but nod. “Never better, Commander” you teased, pecking his pec and giggling at the thought.

“Cody” he reminded you, playfully tugging at your hair. “Come on, let me run you a shower. I need to clean you up before I make you all dirty again, love” he smirked, shuffling away from you so he could get up and head to the refresher.

“Cody, I thought you loved me. That means cuddles” you pouted, watching him in all of his naked glory as he walked across the room.

“At least let me get a cloth, cyare. Then I’m all yours” he promised, sending you a wink before he disappeared.

You sighed happily, resting your head on a pillow that smelt just like him. It was hard to believe that this morning you had woken up, thinking that today would be an ordinary day. That you would do some work, pine after Cody, do extra work, perhaps dinner, a walk around the ship before dreaming of the Marshal Commander before sleep. Never would you have thought you would admit to never having an orgasm from a partner, but then also confessing your feelings towards the man you loved and have him show you exactly what you had been missing and how a real man should treat you.

You must have dozed off between him going to the refresher and him coming back. He had a wet cloth in his hand and he gently parted your legs, running the material gently over your leaking entrance. He grabbed another wet cloth to clean any bites. But as he reached for a tub of bacta, you stopped him. “No, I want to see what we’ve done after I leave here” you murmured, voice airy and still half asleep.

“Alright mesh’la, but if they hurt, I want you to put some on, deal?” he bargained, kissing your back before putting the tub away.

“Deal, Cody, now get into bed” you chuckled, opening your arms for him to fall into. You were promised orgasms and cuddles. He had completed his mission to give you orgasms, now he needed to fulfil the cuddles part. Cody was more than happy to do that.

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