#saw the lip piercing and malfunctioned

[koqabear]

nice to see they were thinking about me

[jinnie-ret]

Hiii I was wondering if you could possibly do a skz reaction to their s/o having angel fangs (like the piercing) like maybe they get them done without telling them or just them dating who has them if you're okay with it ofc, thank you for taking your time to read my request. I understand if you don't want to do it :] have a good day/ night

skz reaction to s/o with angel fangs

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

content warnings: none

word count: 1.3k

This is my first ever time writing a reaction fic so I hope you enjoy it!! :)))

I really enjoyed doing this one! Hope you have a good day/night too my lovely <3

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Bang Chan

Chan loved his sweet girlfriend so so much. He thought you were the kindest person in the world and all he could ever think when he saw you was how sweet you are. Next to your shy temperament, you stood out in a different way to him with your silver angel fangs piercing.

"How can you be so cool and cute at the same time?" he admired you from where you were both cuddled on the sofa in the recording studio.

"Channie..." you blushed, hiding your face. He thought you'd be used to his compliments by now after being together for two years but no.

"I'm serious! It's making my brain... malfunction," he said, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"That's a good thing, right?" you boldly asked him, smiling.

"I can't with you, you're going to be the death of me," he squeezed you tighter in his arms.

Lee Know

Your boyfriend has his own quirks, his own habits that you had noticed ever since you met him, and one of them was poking the tips of your angel fangs. He was always pressing the pads of his fingers into the spikes.

"My little vampire girlfriend," he cooed as he didn't even look you in the eyes but stared at your lips and the jewellery adorning it.

"I'm not little," you rolled your eyes.

"Okay, okay I get it, 'careful I bite' and all that stuff your normally say," he teased, ruffling your hair as you groaned.

"If anything you're the vampire, it's like you want your fingers to bleed or something you weirdo," you folded your arms and rolled your eyes at him jokingly.

"You're not scary," he simply smirked back at your attempt to pretend to be angry, and that caused you both to crack a smile, the admiration you had for each other clear to see.

Changbin

He hadn't said anything yet. It had been 2 hours since you got back from the piercing studio and he'd said nothing.

"Sooooo, have you noticed?" you suddenly turned to him, making him choke on his glass of water.

"Of course I have! just didn't know what to say straight away..." Changbin said, deep in thought after recovering from the water incident.

"You don't like them?" you twiddled your thumbs awkwardly, sensing he didn't like them and he had kept himself quiet to not say anything that might hurt your feelings. At least he had your best interests in mind.

"No I love them... there's just too many words to describe how perfect you are," he turned you to face him, hand gently stroking your chin.

Oh.

So he did like them.

"Well, we've got time," you shrugged confidently, causing his hand to drop from your face as he whined.

"Stoppp! I was being cute!"

Hyunjin

He has just come back from dance practice and you were chilling in his room waiting to see him. You had just gotten the angel fangs piercing done today, and were expecting Hyunjin back anytime and wanted to see his reaction.

"Are we having a hotness competition or what?" he dropped his duffle bag with spare clothes on the floor, watching you relaxed on his bed.

"There's no competition, baby," you winked at him in an over the top way, making him giggle as he laid down next to you and admired them, caressing your cheek slowly with his hand as he analysed your face, like he was trying to burn it into his memory.

"You're staring," you whispered.

"Can't help it," he placed a chaste kiss upon your lips and pulled back to keep staring.

"You're like a magpie," you giggled, and he playfully whacked you on the arm as he rolled away from you and covered his face with his hand.

"You're such an idiot, Y/N!" he cackled.

Han

You walked back into the dorms, ready to see your boyfriend and surprise him, yet he seemed to have spotted you before you could have seen him, his blanket bundled self on the sofa now flying towards you.

"Baby? What did you do?" he gasped, slowly walking up to after his dramatic rise from relaxation.

"Look! Aren't they so cool?" you bounced on your toes, grinning with your fangs peeking under your lip, yet he was still worried.

"Did it hurt?!?" he fussed over you, lightly touching his own lip and wondering how it felt.

"A little bit... but it's worth it," you shrugged, still smiling lightly at him, his concern over you only making you feel fuzzy and warm.

"Beauty is pain, I get it," he nodded, eyes fixated on the shining jewellery.

"We should be matching," you winked at him.

"Oh no, I'll let you keep your tiger status my love," he waved you off, now pulling you into a tight hug and appreciating you, though you couldn't fully rest your head against him as he just wanted to keep admiring you.

Felix

Before you could even breathe, you heard the squeals of your excited boyfriend.

"You finally got them done!" he embraces you and forced you to jump around with him.

"Yes! Don't you think it looks good!" you stood back and started doing random poses to show off.

"It's literally perfect, so you!" Felix gushed, rushing to grab his phone.

"I knowww, I love it!" you blushed, happy that Felix liked how it looked too.

"Let me take photos for you, sweetheart," Felix took lots of photos, ones that you definitely posted on Instagram later, your favourite ones being where his head peeked into frame and kissed the piercings upon your lips.

Seungmin

A lot of Stays were shocked that such a clean cut idol, got with a girl who presented more of a punk image in her aesthetic. You were truly opposites, but that's what made you two work so well together.

The two of you were currently walking the streets of Seoul on a Sunday evening, hands clasped together.

"I'm getting weird looks again... I wish I never got these," you muttered sadly under your breath, feeling people's eyes dart to you, and it wasn't just your paranoia, you.kmew that this time.

"Why would you say such a thing?" Seungmin asked, upset on your behalf and feeling the same way himself that you were hurting.

"I just feel..." you trailed off, not really wanting to continue your sentence.

"Tell me," Seungmin insisted, pulling you over to a bench from the both of you to sit down on.

"I think people don't like me being with you and think I'm ruining your image," you sighed, absentmindedly tracing your finger against your angel fangs piercing in particular.

"If anything you're improving it, darling," Seungmin hushed you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and cuddling you to him, a delicate kiss on your forehead following the affectionate action.

You blushed and his your face, mumbling nonsensical words as you couldn't get a response out.

"Hahaha, don't go shy on me now," he laughed with a big grin on his face.

"You're too sweet to me," you smiled back up at him, peacefully taking in the city lights and basking in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms.

Jeongin

Wow, was the word most people used to describe the pair of you when they saw you together. Probably apart too.

You were a power couple plain and simple. Hot, muscular Jeongin, paired with a hot, pierced reader? Match made in heaven.

"What are you going to get done next?" Jeongin asked as you were both out getting coffee.

"Jeongin, I've literally had these for a couple of hours..." you facepalmed at your boyfriend, who although eager to see your new ones wanted to know how many more you'd get, already imagining all the different places available on your body where there was room.

"You're right, I need more time to obsess over these," he smirked and cockily raised his eyebrows as you from across the table.

"What am I gonna do with you?" you shook your head and lightly laughed at his antics.

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[aspiringtrashpanda]

HI TUMBLR USER ASPIRINGTRASHPANDA im a big fan of your work please keep it up!!!!!!!!

would it be too oddly specific to request raph introducing mc to hella britney spears obey me? :D

HI TUMBLR USER SHOOTINGSTARRFISH IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO WRITE ABOUT HELLA BRITNEY SPEARS OBEY ME. 💕

Characters: Raphael, MC, appearances by Solomon and Simeon Raph shows MC his pet. pure fluff! No warnings apply

“Ah, welcome,” Simeon smiled from the doorway of Purgatory Hall. “I heard from Luke that you were coming by. Are you seeking refuge?”

You shuffled your feet, ducking your head as shame prickled the nape of your neck. “How did you know?”

His eyes squinted, that pretty jingle of his laugh filling the air between you. “I think I can see smoke coming in the direction of the House of Lamentation.” 

“Oh. Yeah, you see…” Where did you even begin to explain the domino effect that had happened this time?

“No need,” Simeon came to your rescue, gentle gaze oozing sympathy. “I know those brothers well enough to surmise what happened.”

When you winced something akin to an agreement, he ushered you inside, sheltering you from the occasionally overwhelming presence of your favorite brothers. As you toed your shoes off in the entrance, the scent of Simeon’s cooking washed over you. You may as well have turned into a cartoon caricature of yourself, floating towards the delightful smell in the kitchen. 

“Luke and I are making lunch.” As if he even had to clarify. He did, however, add, “but you’ll find Solomon and Raphael in the living room,” which was basically Simeon for don’t bother trying to help.

Making the familiar turns throughout the first floor, you lifted a hand to wave at Solomon and Raphael, only to drop it to your side when you found them. The two men stood side by side, folding laundry. Or, more like Solomon was hauling clothes out of a basket, molding them into a roughly square shape, and placing them on the coffee table… Just to have Raphael re-fold them right beneath his nose, with piercing eye contact. 

You watched for a few seconds before making your presence known. There was a twinkle in Solomon’s eyes, a twitch to his neutral lips that had you wondering if he was intentionally ruffling the angel’s - currently withdrawn - feathers. 

Solomon’s amusement was lost on Raphael. You were certain you could see the cogs whirring in his brain beneath his ashy hair. The crease of his brow told you he had absolutely no idea how Solomon could be so bad at laundry. 

“Hi,” You broke through the silence, putting on your cheeriest smile, “How is my favorite Purgatory Hall resident today?”

As you saw the confusion give way to suspicion in their twin looks of surprise, you considered that perhaps you, like Solomon, also liked to stir the pot. It was funny, how they both straightened their spines, puffed out their chests, sized the other up while simultaneously pretending to be unbothered. Subtle peacocking, in a way. 

You would do the same to the brothers, but… Well, then you would just end up at Purgatory Hall once more, wouldn’t you? Such a taunt was sure to start another fire of some sort between the Rulers of the Underworld. 

“Well, if it isn’t my adorable apprentice,” Solomon beamed, reaching behind the laundry basket to procure a bowl of pastries. “Can I interest you in a macaroon?”

“Did you make them?” You eyed the fluffy cookies. They did look good…

“Of course!”

Never mind.

“Ah, sorry Sol, I ate before coming here and I’m stuffed.” You lied. Thankfully, Raphael’s malfunctioning tastebuds saved you from further scrutiny. He lit up like the heavens above, blue gaze sparkling like sapphires as he snagged one of the sweets.

“Truly delicious, Solomon.” Despite his praise, Raphael remained as stoic as ever. Only the slightest glimmer of joy dancing in his eyes gave away his genuine gratitude. “I must get your recipe. Michael is so fond of sweets.” 

“I’ll make sure to bake him a special batch at the end of the semester,” Solomon preened beneath the compliment, “You could send him my regards.”

And just like that, the angel’s guard flew back up, an expression edging confusion finding solace in your hum of surprise. What on earth - er, the three realms? - did Solomon want to send regards to archangel Michael for? 

As Solomon turned back to the laundry, excusing himself by claiming he had to retrieve another load from the dryer, Raphael eyed you with unveiled curiosity. You shrunk under the intensity of his stare. It wasn’t often you found yourself alone with the latest exchange student from the Celestial Realm, and you weren’t sure you would ever get used to the way he watched you so carefully. Though he rarely voiced his thoughts, his stare had a certain weight to it. One that told you that he was questioning every flex of your fingers, every slope of your lips, every shift of your limbs. Why he found you so interesting, you weren’t sure. 

As for you… Of course you found him interesting! Luke had said it himself - Raphael was the youngest angel to ever be given the rank of seraph! He was quiet and mysterious and so very guarded. You never knew just what he was thinking at any time. You could examine him for hours and you were certain boredom would elude you.

In fact, you were about to find out who would win a casual staring contest between the two of you. Almost taken aback by your confidence, there was a split second where you thought he was going to cave, his jaw clenching and his lips pursing in a pout you almost considered petulant. But then, he steeled his resolve, doubled back with a burning question in his gaze.

You had no answer for his silent inquisition, but you felt scorched regardless. 

“Hey,” He blinked slowly, forfeiting. “Do you want to see my spears?”

“Actually…” You were answering before you even knew what you were going to say. “Yeah, I do.”

“Come with me,” He nodded curtly, exiting the living room with little warning. 

Nearly tripping over your feet in your haste, you raced after him, the flutter of his Celestial Realm clothes a flash of ivory turning a corner. Your heart thudding in your chest, you felt your anticipation growing with each step. You had heard so much about his rain of spears! The terrifying display of violence that struck fear into even Belphegor’s heart!

And so, you were completely flabbergasted when Raphael spun around from the corner of his temporary bedroom, brandishing… not a weapon. 

You almost considered it anticlimactic, but the disappointment lingered for less than a second. Your brain’s buffering complete, it reached a very reasonably enthusiastic conclusion: Raphael was cradling a hedgehog. Not just any hedgehog, but a shadow hedgehog native to the Devildom. Its charcoal quills quivering under your awestruck gaze, you hit the brakes on your excitement, your index finger hovering an inch away from its curious nose.

“Can I pet it?” You whispered, even though no one had told you to keep quiet.

“He likes when you rub his forehead,” Raphael matched your volume, lifting the little mammal closer to your face.

Sure enough, the shadow hedgehog squeaked in delight as you carefully ran the pad of your finger up his nose to the patch of fur between his ears. “Is… Is his name Spears?”

Raphael looked at you incredulously, as if the answer was obvious. “His back is made of a thousand spears.”

To accentuate his point, he gently stroked the needles laid flat over Spears’s back. You smiled, “Shadow hedgehogs are known to inflate like pufferfish when they feel threatened.”

Raphael regarded you with a stern frown, “I would never harm Spears.” 

“No!” You squawked, startling the hedgehog. He hissed softly, nuzzling into Raphael’s thumb for reassurance. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

A pensive hesitance fogged those sapphire eyes. Cradling his pet close to his chest, he seemed to calculate the potential risks in his head before offering, “Would you like to hold him?”

Did you ever! Your hands shaking, you extended them towards Spears, your palms pressed together in a makeshift platform. “Okay…”

It tickled, the way his little paws scurried across your skin. His nose - wet and cold - nudged against the base of your thumb, his miniature spears raising in apprehension until he deemed your hands safe. Then, he sat still and allowed you to marvel at his pristine quills and beady onyx eyes. He was an awfully cute hedgehog. 

“You know, in the human world, there’s a musician named Britney Spears.” You weren’t entirely sure why you were bringing up the pop star. You were positive she was not to Raphael’s liking. 

“Are they any good?”

You sidestepped. “They’re iconic.”

His silence seemed louder this time, his lips twisted into the smallest frown as he watched his pet tentatively lick at your palms. With a resolute jerk of his head, he decided, “I will allow Britney to be his middle name.”

“Middle name? Like, Spears Britney… Last name?” 

“His first name is Hella.” 

“What?” You blinked. Listen, you led quite a bizarre life. From being yoinked into the Devildom, to nearly dying at the hands of Levi because you lowkey cheated at a quiz show, to actually dying in a different timeline for wanting to hug Belphie, and then to somehow becoming the apprentice of the world’s strongest sorcerer. And yet, this hedgehog’s name managed to be the oddest thing you had heard yet.

Raphael shrugged, “Solomon assures me it is a name for only the most honorable warriors in the human world.”

Your lips curled inwards, sucked by the force of your inhale. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.

Still, your voice wavered with amusement. “Hella…Britney Spears, the shadow hedgehog.”

“Yes,” Raphael confirmed, pride overwhelming his gaze as he gently took the little mammal from your hands. “The best around.”

The glint in his eye told you that arguing would only end in a rain of actual spears. All you could do was nod, thank him for sharing a piece of his life with you, and echo, “The best around.”

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[yoitsjay]

Symphony of Destruction

Pairings: imperial! Crossbair x imperial fem! Reader

Summary: you were an exceptional elite trooper, and seemed to have caught Crosshairs eye

Warnings: cannon violence, slight angst, sexism, injuries. Loose plot connection

Word count: 2,310

“It's fascinating, I never thought a woman could be so capable on a training course. though battlefields are a whole different idea.” One man said, watching on the sidelines of the training simulator for elite stormtroopers.

You were in the center, currently ducked behind one of the barricades in the training room. The rest of your squad had been stunned by the cannons or assassin droids being used for said training, but you were still up and fighting.

You bit your lip as you searched on your person, muttering curse words when you realized that you ran out of droid charges. But that didn't stop you. Instead you ripped a panel off the wall of the training room, and grabbed a chunk of wires, ripping one which then caused the malfunction and shut down most of the droids.

You hopped out from behind the cover, running up to an assassin droid as you jumped up and cut its circuits with your viroblade, shooting two other droids in the head. dodge rolling out of the way of larger cannon stun shots.

You cut down the remaining assassin droids, and ducked behind cover again, now having to figure out how to take those cannons. You narrowed your eyes, ignoring the murmuring from the sidelines. Though you could feel a pair of eyes piercing into your back.

You ignored it, removing your helmet before bringing your knife to the circuit inside it. You had been a gadget maker before you enlisted in the Imperial army, so turning anything with wires into a bomb was like second nature to you.

Once the helmet started to charge up, you stood up, dodging stun shots before you spin and threw the helmet like a shot put ball, rolling to a covered position again as you watched the helmet hit the cannons and destroy them.

You grinned, running from the cover to the wall that led up to the flag you needed to grab. You jumped from one side of the wall to the other before pulling yourself up to the final platform. However suddenly it shifted underneath you, and started to crumble.

Quickly you shot your blasters grapple to the ceiling and flew upwards as the platform below you fell. You slowly lowered yourself, hanging upside down as you grabbed the flag, turning upwards as you jumped down onto the platform, retracting the grapple and sliding the blaster into your holster.

You looked up and saw clones, some nat born soldiers, and imperial officers clapping for your performance. Your face stayed neutral however as you slid down the platform to the exit door. However you turned around, looking up at the main observing room, seeing Admiral Rampart, and beside him a helmeted man. He must have been the one staring so intensely.

“Congratulations ES-05, you have passed your Elite Trooper exam. Report to my office for more information.” Rampart instructed. You nodded before leaving the room, walking past other stormtroopers and clones as you walked to Admiral Rampart’s office.

You knocked, and entered seconds later, now standing in front of the admiral with your hands at your sides. “You will be placed with CT-9904’s Elite squad, you will be fitted with new armor and new weapons.” He explained and you nodded curtly, taking your new commlink and ID from him.

“You have impressive skill. Where are you from?” He asked, his head on his hands as he stared at you. You purse your lips for a moment. “I’m from Onderon, Vice Admiral.” You answered, hearing him hum. “A rebel diseased land I hear. Good to know you’re on the right side.” He mused before waving his hand, excusing you.

You nodded your head before turning and leaving the room. You took your ID to the armory where your new armor and weapons were waiting. You immediately changed, and armed yourself up. You had two blasters rather than one, and below one of them was a holster for your new viroblade. You were also given a jetpack.

You heard the door to the armory slide open behind you as you were tying your hair up into a braided bun. You glanced back, seeing the same masked man from earlier, however he had his helmet off, and was watching you carefully. You assumed he was the clone commander Rampart had mentioned, so when you finished you turned and saluted. “Commander.” You greeted before lowering your hand, holding your helmet in your arm.

“You have skill. I look forward to seeing it on the battlefield. The Vice Admiral told me you were from Onderon?” The clone asked and you nodded, unsure as to why it mattered.

“We are being sent there to kill Saw Gerrerra on Onderon.” He explained, and something flashed in your eyes but quickly dispersed. “Then let’s kill him.” You stated, securing your helmet on your head.

You followed the clone to the hangar where a ship and the rest of the squad was waiting. You joined the line up, removing your helmet once more as the clone commander studied the group. “We are being sent to kill insurgents on Onderon. Gear up.” He ordered, and in unison you and the other’s placed your helmet on.

You walked onto the ship, finding a more secluded area as you started cleaning your weapon. You felt piercing eyes on you again, looking up to see the Clone Commander in front of you. “What’s your name?” he asked, and you frowned underneath your helmet. “ES-05-”

“No- your birth name.” He pressed, and your eyes went wide. You glanced around, but nobody else seemed to be paying attention. “S-sir? i don't-”

The clone yanked you upwards, pulling you up to the upper part of the ship, letting go moments later as he removed his helmet. “What. is. your. name” He asked again, this time pronouncing each word as he spoke. You slowly removed your helmet, your stoicism faltering before you spoke. “Y/n…” You trailed off with your answer, and he nodded, seemingly satisfied.

“What's your name?” You then asked, catching him off guard. “My- Crosshair.” He answered, and you smiled a bit. “Fitting.” You stated, seeing him smirk a little bit before he slid his helmet back on. You followed, and walked back down to the rest of the squad, taking your seat as you resumed cleaning your weapons.

Eventually you reached Onderon, infiltrating the camp with ease. Saw Gerrera ended up not being there, a part of you was… relieved almost.

However when Crosshair ordered the insurgents to be executed, you hesitated, only briefly before slitting throats and shooting heads of the rest of the prisoners as the other troopers hesitated. One argued back, and Crosshair promptly shot him in the head.

You were dead silent on the way back to Kamino, though after that mission the elite squad was tasked with much else, So you spent your down time in your quarters or in the Mess hall. In that time however, You and your commander, Crosshair, grew very close. You shared stories of what you could remember of Onderon, and living in the city.

In return he shared stories of missions he had during the clone wars… when he worked with his brothers. You could tell it was a sensitive subject so you didn’t pry, and instead comforted him, with a hand on his, or a soft smile.

he had grown to appreciate it in the time he spent with you, wherever mission you went on he was always close by. However on your current mission you had been separated from the rest of the squad, including Crosshair, and now you were surrounded by insurgents who were ready to kill you.

You fought back furiously, but one of the insurgents shot you in the leg and then in the arm. You hadn’t realized that Crosshair arrived at that moment, but when he saw you go down he saw red, and killed the insurgents who were about to land the finishing blow. When they laid dead, Crosshair ran to your side and cursed.

“Hang on Y/n, I've got you.” He muttered as he picked you up in his arms. You cried at the pain that shot through your body, your helmet slipping off your head which allowed you to press your face into Crosshairs armored chest.

Hecarried you back to the ship, grabbing the medical supplies before he stripped off your armor, ignoring the words of the other squad mates. he cut open the fabric of your shirt by your arm, and your leg, giving you bacta shots by the injuries before placing patches over the wounds so they healed better.

You were unconscious at this point, but very much alive because he brought you back in time. The remaining squad members finished the mission, and soon you and Crosshair were back on Kamino. He carried you to the med bay where you received better treatment, and would heal in no time.

While you were sleeping, Crosshair always came and sat by your bedside, even though he knew he probably shouldn’t have… But he had grown so attached to you in these past months…

When you were fully healed, Crosshair was the only one who came to get you, and give you your new armor which you appreciated. It also was the day however, where his brother Hunter had been captured and imprisoned on Kamino. You stood behind Crosshair at every interrogation, being that silent support for him.

Now you stood in a room, facing down Crosshair’s brothers, with the rest of the squad behind you. Crosshair gestured for you to stand right beside him and you did. “You can still surrender, join the Empire, join me.” Crosshair offered, looking back at the squad. “Lower your weapons.” He ordered.

You did, immediately in fact, holstering your blasters on your thighs. The others, however… refused. You saw them raise their blasters to execute Hunter and the others, however Crosshair was quick to fire a shot towards the wall, where it then bounced off and hit several mirrors, killing the remaining squad mates, all except for you.

You clenched your jaw, and you could feel all the clones eyes on you, including Crosshairs. However you just sighed, and grabbed the man's hand. Crosshair turned back to his brothers, but they shook their heads.

A lone squad member, another woman, had alerted Rampart of what happened, and in turn he ordered the destruction of Kamino, despite all the people still on it. Before the bad batch were about to escape from the hangar, Kamino started falling, breaking apart as Ramparts ship fired down on it.

Metal started falling from above, and Crosshair was quick to tackle you out of the way, though more metal fell on top of you and him, knocking you both unconscious.

The next time you wake up, you see clearly in a different place, being held up by one of the clones. You grunt, letting them know you are awake. But you're in no position to fight and you know that. Despite that, once Crosshair wakes you and him work with his previous squad, and help each other get to safety above water.

You and Crosshair seemed to have the same idea when Omega starts to sink when trying to save her droid friend, managing to save her with a grapple, pulling them back up to shore.

Eventually you and Crosshair reach the landing bay with the bad batches ship, and you stand close to him.

“You gave us a chance… so this is yours.” Hunter spoke up to his brother, glancing at you only for a moment. You turned to Crosshair, who was staring at you. You nodded, silently encouraging him to go. However he sighed, shaking his head. “I made my choice.” Crosshair replied.

“We may want different things, but that doesn’t have to make us enemies.” Hunter stated, looking at you. “And you, you should be free to make your own choices. don’t let the Empire make them for you.” He stated, before walking back onto their ship.

You and Crosshair are left on Kamino, but not for long as you manage to get rescued by an imperial shuttle, but despite that, you make a decision that changes your life.

You comendeer the shuttle, and land it on a planet, away from the reaches of the Empire. Despite Crosshair’s questioning, you remove your armor, and grab a small bag filled with rations and medical supplies.

“You may want life in the Empire… but I don't… not anymore.” You told him, staring into his eyes. “Come with me.” You begged, seeing the conflict on his face. “I- i cant…” He trailed off, and you sighed. “Alright then… maybe I'll see you again.” You breathed out, turning away.

However before you could leave Crosshair grabbed your arm, turning you back around as he slammed his lips against yours. You gasped, but quickly melted into him, cupping his face in your hands before you sighed and pulled away. “Come find me when you're ready, and we can do that again.” You whispered, before walking away.

-

Crosshair did find you again, fate pulled its strings and he found you on Pabu, living amongst the villagers there. His brothers had known, and you had made peace with them, and even helped them out with some things.

But when Crosshair had been brought back he refused to leave your side, except when he had to go on missions of course. But he loved you, and he admitted that. And you admitted you felt the same.

Now, you sit at the beach with him, holding his hand as you watch the sunset together. You had built him a robotic hand, which he appreciated, and it only made him fall harder for you.

“Marry me” he whispered, and you smiled.

“okay.”

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[devilishlycute]

A Meet-Cute on the Subway

Shiki Souma x f!reader

"Oh god, oh god! I'm late as hell! Stupid toll booth, stupid crosswalks-!" Your eyes catch onto the train's doors about to close, the person facing the doors sees you running towards the train. With quick thinking he slides his hand against the automatic doors, holding them open just enough for you to squeeze through!

He let's the doors close behind you, worried over your exhausted state. "Th-Thank you! So much.. You don't understand how crunched on time I was!" You managed to blurt out, looking up you meet the strangers magenta-colored eyes. He blinks owlishly but his smile doesn't falter, he nods with a peppy "No problem!". He moves over and shows an open seat behind him, "You should sit and rest. It's no good if you end up getting dizzy from how hard you ran."

You stared at this stranger like he was a merciful deity offering you a better life, with a grateful smile you accept his generous advice. As you go to walk you felt your tote bag get lightly tugged back stopping you in your tracks.

... "Eh?" Both you and the stranger turn to look over your shoulder, low-and-behold: The corner of your tote was pinched inbetween the train's doors.

'I'm trapped in the most awkward situation ever!!!' You mentally panic, you do an experimental tug-- nope. It's not going anywhere. Looking back at the stranger getting ready to apologize for your carelessness, the stranger had his body turned away from you as his shoulders shook.

He soon stops shaking and turns back around with a closed eyed smile, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. "Looks like you're stuck until the next stop." He holds a hand out towards you, "My name's Shiki, Shiki Souma! May I ask for your name miss?" Looking more at his face, he looks very boyishly cute. The piercings give him a free-spirit vibe, and his hair looks like the color of his eyes from what you could see from the strands peaking from under his cap.

You nodded and go to touch his hand, "Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you. You see I..." you trailed off and froze when you spot his pants front pockets untucked! Feeling a snicker leave your lips, you moved the hand that was going for Souma's to hide the curling of your lips from him, your gaze not leaving his pants.

"Shiki... Y-Your pockets.. pfft!" You inform him while giggling, he opens his eyes as a confused look crosses over his features. He looks down and saw his wardrobe malfunction, without saying anything his tucks his head down and fixes them so the inside stayed inside. Again his shoulders quaked, was he embarrassed? Flustered? Upset?

"Thank you for telling me, I couldn't help but laugh at myself you know?"

Oh, he was just laughing. "I know, trust me. But back to why I was running you see it's my first day at my new job-" as you explained how you mistakenly set your alarm to go off at 8:30 PM not AM and had to rush out of your house like a bat out of hell, he listens to your every word and offering a smile. "A friend of mine did that once too, but he was really mature in handling it!"

His eyes seemed to trail down your outfit, a business suit that was professional but also styled casually. "So where are you starting work? If you don't mind me asking?" Shiki sees a familiar ID card dangling below your neck, the word "Temp. Intern" printed on the card.

"Ah.. Well you see, it's a company that works in managing salaries for various projects. I'm actually supposed to be working under a Senpai, but I hear that he's actually very laid back- but I still want to make a good first impression on him!" You explained to Souma.

Souma smiles at your tenacity "What a "good girl" type." Souma thinks to himself, but he remembered something his older brother told him last night over dinner... Something about a new worker joining his company, someone that was going to be placed under Mima's care and responsibility, he remembers his brother also saying their name...

"Wait. Are you--"

"Please watch your step when boarding and exiting the sides of the train. Please make room for those leaving and for those boarding--"

The train's PA system plays the message over and over, the doors slide open and free the corner of your tote. With a sad smile you wave towards Shiki, "Well this is my stop, thanks again Shiki-san! I hope to run into you again sometime, I wish we could keep talking like this, you're pretty funny. Also, you should laugh more freely, it feels great when you just let it out you know?"

As you step off the train and onto the platform, you turn around to face Shiki once more, his heart stopped at the sight of your face. A gentle and heartwarming smile graces your face, placing your hands on the edge of your skirt you bow slightly in gratitude. The apples of his cheeks began to heat up with a soft warmth.

The doors slowly slid closed right as you stood upright, with one last wave the train began to move and leave the station once again. Shiki places his hand over his heart, replaying her words. "I hope to run into you again sometime.. I wish we could keep talking like this, you're pretty funny."

If you're going to be an intern under Mima-san eye, he can't help but smile at the thought of your wish coming true.. Probably sooner than you think.

...

"Wait.. I was supposed to get off back there. ... pfft.." Souma laughed at his own mishap. He really can't wait to see you again, you seem very kind and fun.

Any Cool Doji Danshi fans here? Please go watch it or read it, there needs to be fanfics about these cuties!! >w<

[agentark88]

Think: An Explosive Ending

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, and violence.

(Ending 1 of 8)

An Explosive Ending

You couldn’t move. You stared back at a Shigaraki possessed by All for One. In this form, he was beyond your worst nightmares. With a flick of his finger, he could disintegrate you. All your fears came rushing back. You quivered in fear.

“Out of the way,” All for One said. He lifted Shigaraki’s hand, and your chest tightened.

No. Please no. It was all you could do not to collapse to the ground, holding yourself. Please stop. Stop hurting people.

Shigaraki’s outstretched hand wavered. Your hands moved to your head, clutching your mind with your fingertips. You’d used your quirk without your control again. The words in your mind were being streamlined out.

“This can easily be remedied if you just stand aside. You’re wasting my time with such ridiculous pleas,” All for One said. He lifted Shigaraki’s hand again.

You shut your eyes, unable to move out of fear and your malfunctioning quirk. You trembled, resigning yourself to your fate.

An explosion rattled Gigantomachia. A ringing penetrated your ears, and heat washed through you. Wind rushed past you.

“I won’t let you touch her!” Bakugo bellowed. It was a miracle he was still standing. He’d gone unconscious several times since he’d been stabbed in the chest, yet here he was still protecting you. His arm came around you, and he ushered you back, barely standing on his own. “Go, Big Brain. This isn’t your fight. It’s that Damn Nerds’ and my responsibility.”

Bakugo suddenly coughed out blood, and you gasped.

“What are you talking about?! Neither you nor Deku can even stand up straight. How do you expect to stop him like this?” you asked.

“I expect to keep you safe, like I promised,” Katsuki said through clenched teeth. “Now, get out of here. You’re the last person I ever want to get injured,” he murmured.

“I haven’t even…” you trailed off. You hadn’t even gotten to fight Shigaraki. You were too scared to fight him. Just the sight of him dredged up the past. All for One’s presence in his body only made it worse. With Bakugo in front of you now, you realized an even more horrifying reality ahead of you.

“Go,” Bakugo snapped, staggering.

The nightmare. All those weeks, no months, ago you saw him disintegrate in your arms. You watched him turn to ash, felt Katsuki dissipate into the wind.

“Why won’t you just die?” Shigaraki asked. That was his voice, not All for One’s. Had he fought through? He raised his hand again. The air stilled. Spikes of red and black energy raced from his fingertips.

Bakugo shoved you behind him, raising his own palm. Your quirk fired, rushing around you and Katsuki as you realized his explosion wasn’t even going to go off. Was he out of sweat? Did he intend on sacrificing himself for you? The strands of energy pierced through your mind shield but only by a crack, unable to completely break through. You gritted your teeth, fighting through the mind-splitting migraine twisting through your temple.

Bakugo doubled over, another burst of blood coming from his lips. “No, dammit. I need to protect her. Stupid body.” He clutched at his chest. His eyes were shutting on their own.

Your eyes widened as you were struck from behind. You yelped out in pain. Shigaraki had missed everything important, but he had hit your shoulder. Your mind whipped out, taking the quirk energy between two different strands and snapping it. You tried not to look at the damage to your shoulder, but your glittering hero costume was already turning crimson.

You turned your gaze back on Katsuki, and rage lit up his expression. Explosions burst to life in his palms, as he observed the wound that had been inflicted on you while beside him.

“That Bastard will die for that,” he seethed.

“Katsuki, you can’t—”

Bakugo was gone before the next word came out of your mouth. You clutched at your dripping wound, watching in awe as Katsuki unloaded an onslaught of explosions the equivalent to the impact of fifty missiles. The Nomus headed up the hill were even struck by the impressive display, delaying their objective to retrieve their master.

A fog of harsh black and gray smoke clouded the area. Katsuki landed beside you, taking a knee to keep conscious and wheezing ferally beside you. Shigaraki emerged from the smoke, unharmed. His posture had changed again. All for One had taken back control.

“I’ve had just about enough of your interferences, Katsuki Bakugo.” All for One cracked his neck. “I will finish what my successor started.”

Bakugo continued to push you back as All for One got closer. Katsuki was practically falling into you. At this point, Katsuki didn’t even have the power to speak. All for One would kill him if he got his hands on him. All for One reached Shigaraki’s hand out to place it on Bakugo, and your quirk snapped.

Your quirk launched at the villain, hitting his hand with such force that it broke Shigaraki’s wrist. You screamed as you felt the strand of your mind decay from being touched. But, your self-survivalist quirk had already detached the strand so it wouldn’t destroy your mind along with it. Another part of your mind snapped over the shattered area in your brain. Pain resurfaced again. Bakugo grabbed for you. You shivered in his arms.

The Nomus finally made it up the hill, streaming past both of you with one task in mind. They grabbed Shigaraki, retreating. Katsuki moved from you to pursue him, but he didn’t make it far. He collapsed beside you. You weakly put out your hand to touch him, ensure that he was still alive. Then, you passed out.

…

When you woke up, Heart of Hearts informed you that days had passed. Still, you had been considered one of the luckier ones. Deku and Bakugo hadn’t woken up yet, both recovering from severe injuries.

You stayed by Katsuki’s side as long as they would let you. His entire chest was bandaged. There were hundreds of tiny wires and machines hooked up to him. You’d oftentimes bring him spicy food: chips, noodle cups, and chocolate. The pile was getting extensive beside his bed. You had even bought a small orange bear for him. You were holding the small stuffed animal in your lap now, watching Bakugo continue to sleep and wondering if his eyes would ever open.

“I’m sorry,” you said, clutching the bear closer to your chest. “If I wasn’t so scared to fight, maybe you’d already be awake.” You leaned forward, frowning. “You know that you don’t have to always protect me, right? I know I’m a mess, and I’m clumsy, but…” You teared up, waiting for his grouchy response, but he remained unconscious. “I don’t know what to do without you, Katsuki.” You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

You wondered what he’d say to you now, probably something about using a tissue, or he’d tell you to throw out all that junk food you’d bought him. You turned the orange bear around, holding it out and looking down at its unmoving content expression. Would he even like this?

You set the bear to the side, almost knocking over the other small gifts when you set him atop them. You placed your face in your hands, letting out the tears that seemed to stream endlessly these days. Inconsolable had been the best word to describe your demeanor. Without Katsuki, you felt so alone.

“Anna?”

You froze, fingers coming away from your face as if you’d heard a ghost. “Katsuki?”

Bakugo blinked at you, already shifting restlessly in his hospital bed. He winced, putting a hand to his chest when he tried to get up.

“D-Don’t move,” you stuttered out. “You’ve been in a coma. You were unconscious for weeks.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened. “Weeks?” he asked. He gritted his teeth.

You nodded your head, already blubbering again. You relentlessly wiped away the tears. “I was so scared you weren’t going to wake up,” you murmured. You leapt up from your chair, throwing your arms around him.

Katsuki grunted from the impact but managed to hold you all the same. “Don’t cry,” he grumbled, placing his hand softly on the back of your head. “I told you that I’ll always be there to protect you. I can’t really do that if I’m freaking dead, now can I?”

You shook your head no, trying to avoid pressing on any of his injuries. He stroked your hair, clicking his tongue. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you blushed. You didn’t dare pull away, in fear that you might lose him again.

Katsuki patiently waited until you stopped crying, then his hand paused atop your head. You felt him turn.

“What the hell is all that crap?” he asked.

You chuckled, nuzzling into him. “I might have gone a little overboard bringing you gifts.”

“A little is an understatement…” he trailed off, and you turned your gaze up to him.

“What?” you asked.

“The bear. What’s his name?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“You bought me a bear. Don’t tell me that you didn’t even give it a name.” He rolled his eyes, reaching his hand out toward it.

You took the hint and grabbed it, bringing it over to him. He took it, setting it beside him.

“Y-you like him?” you asked in surprise.

“Of course, I like him. You got him for me. Besides, at least he’s not crappy for my health. And, he’s my favorite color,” Bakugo said.

You wiggled your eyebrows mischievously, while thinking about giving the bear a name. You bounced up and down in place out of excitement. “What about Bakubear?”

“Hell no,” Katsuki snapped. “He needs a badass name.”

You put your finger to your chin. “What about Sidekick Explosion Murder Bear?”

“Now, that’s a name for a bear.” Bakugo squeezed the bear with one hand a little too hard. Its tiny body could hardly stand on its own.

You and Bakugo suddenly looked up at each other. His gaze softened.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said gently.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you said back.

There was a long pause. Katsuki shifted again. His ears grew crimson in color. “I hope you know that I love you.”

Your eyes widened. You blushed just as hard, clearing your throat and finding it difficult to look back up at him. “I-I love you too.”

…Eight Years Later…

“Do we really have to stay the whole time?” Katsuki grumbled, loosening his bowtie for the fifth time that night. “I don’t want to sit here and lose to that Damn Nerd again.”

Your husband, Katsuki Bakugo, had been working so hard to achieve his dream of becoming the number one hero, but with Pro Heroes like Deku, it’s been sort of difficult for him to gain traction in his popularity. Overall, Katsuki had grown so much since the two of you graduated from U.A.. With a little PR training, he had started to treat his fans with a little less hostility, but you always felt like it was a part of his charm.

“I’ve got a good feeling about this one,” you said, leaning forward in your chair. You were being honest. Recently, Katsuki’s ratings had skyrocketed. The two of you had been out on patrol more often together, and you were able to keep him pretty calm around his fans. Meanwhile, he had also made some major breakthroughs with villain arrests. His entire sector had been crime free for weeks now.

Katsuki’s eyes scanned you over. You were wearing a long orange sparkly dress in support of him for the hero rankings today. His mother had graciously allowed you to wear one of her designs. Unfortunately, it was a little too suggestive for your liking. There was a rather large slit up the side and the back was exposed. You were trying to be very careful with how you sat, but your leg kept slipping out of the fold. You fixed the fabric again, and Katsuki’s hand fell onto yours.

“Anna, you look stunning. You don’t need to be so self-conscious,” he murmured under his breath.

You gulped, trying to hide your flushed cheeks from him. “Thank you. It’s a little too revealing in my opinion, but I’m thankful that I could wear something so fancy for the occasion. It was nice of your mom to let me borrow it.”

Katsuki sighed. “Can’t believe you went to her for an outfit. Makes me think you don’t like when I surprise you.” He crossed his arms, staring up at the stage. They were droning on and on about what the Pro Heroes had been able to accomplish, and some speeches were going on far longer than they should have been. Katsuki had checked out by the sixth person called.

“It’s an honor to be invited at least,” you said, shrugging and staring at his bored expression. “At least you know you made it in the top ten.” You were trying your best to stay positive. He deserved to be at the top. He shouldn’t always be so hard on himself.

Katsuki shrugged, gazing back at you. “I’d much rather spend this time off of patrol with you… alone… at the house…” He smirked at you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at him, blushing. “Sure, I’d rather be cuddling up and watching a movie than here too, but you have to be a little excited to find out the results.”

“What does it matter?” He put his head down on the table over his arm. He reached out and held your hand with his free one. “I’m always second anyway. Come on. We can slip out unnoticed if we go now.”

“You’re not going to go to the stage? Won’t that mess up the ceremony?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Like I care if I mess up some stuffy ceremony.”

Your gaze shifted, and you caught sight of Deku making his way up to the stage. Wait, what number had they called?

“Come on. Let’s play hooky together,” Katsuki said.

“Wait…” you said, attention shifting up to the front.

“…and the number one Pro Hero this year is Katsuki Bakugo!” the announcer bellowed.

Your eyes widened, and you jumped up in excitement. Katsuki stared at you in confusion. He mustn’t have even heard the announcement. You gripped his arm, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You did it, Katsuki.” You pulled him up from his chair, pressing a kiss to his cheek and encouraging him to go to the stage.

He was still confused even as the rest of the room was cheering him on.

“The hell?” he asked.

“You’re number one, Katsuki,” you said, grinning.

“Congratulations, Bakubro. Better get to the stage before someone else swoops in and takes your spot,” Red Riot said, clapping his old pal on the back.

“I did it?” Katsuki asked incredulously. He started to put together what had actually happened. Then, he put on a smirk. “Of course, I did it. Those damn Extras don’t have anything on me.”

Your smile wavered as your husband made his way to the stage. You hoped for his ranking’s sake that he would keep to the PR script, but you really wanted him to just be himself and enjoy the moment. Regardless, his speech would most likely have his explosive flare to it. He’d worked so hard, and you were so proud. You were sure his PR team members were already wringing their hands in worry backstage.

Katsuki took the mic with a sardonic grin. The room grew quiet as he was about to speak. “It’s about time,” he started. He cleared his throat, looking at you in the crowd. “I’d like to start out by thanking you for the support you’ve given me and my agency. I wouldn’t be standing here today without you…”

Well, at least he remembered his script, but it didn’t really feel authentically him.

“…Anna. My beautiful, thoughtful, and intelligent wife is the reason I’m standing here in front of all of you, today. Without her getting me through these boring ass functions, I would never have been standing here.” He gestured out to you in the crowd, and you swore your glasses were fogging up from heated embarrassment. Now, it was definitely more on brand for him, unpredictable and outspoken. Katsuki chuckled. “Can’t say that I didn’t know it would happen eventually. I knew I’d be number one.”

Katsuki tossed the mic behind him, and the host looked shocked and confused. Katsuki then proceeded to give Deku the middle finger, sticking his tongue out at him. Deku simply gave him an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Katsuki made a beeline for where you were standing, wading through the astonished crowd. When Katsuki reached you, he gave you a long breathtaking kiss. You blinked up at him in a daze.

“That was certainly a speech,” you said. “I’m not sure PR would approve.”

“There’s only one person I’ve got to worry about for approval, and it sure as hell aren’t those nerds. I didn’t get to be number one by doing what the PR team wanted me to do.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb. His gaze softened. “Now, let’s go home. I’ve got a whole year to celebrate my victory, and I don’t intend to spend it in this monkey suit around these Extras.”

[jioneeee]

FALLING INLOVE WITH DILUC

"y/n? what brings you here?" a deep voice asked, footsteps growing nearer.

turning around, you saw red hair as bright as the sun, skin as pale as snow yet the beauty held by him is as blinding as the clear sky. fiery gaze pierced through your soul, diluc ragnvindr. the man who stole your heart the moment you saw him at angel's share. something about him just attracted you.

"oh diluc, hello. i was just going to deliver some things to connor, you replied as the man stood by you.

diluc hummed before walking ahead. furrowing your eyebrows, you thought, wait-is he gonna leave me like this? after noticing that there were no footsteps behind him, diluc turned around. "aren't you going to the winery? well, come along then."

flushing, you stuttered your response and hurried to walk by his side. the both of you walked in silence. after awhile, diluc brought up a question.

"you're a traveler... so can i ask you something?" seeing your fervent nodding, he proceeded with the question, "what do you think of me?"

looking up to meet his gaze, you found yourself lost in his eyes. they were so red, like fire burning with such passion. it made your insides warm, looking away, you coughed and replied, "what do i think of you? well, you are a scary guy. your aura tends to stir most people away, but once they get to know you, they'll realise that you're actually really nice."

"hm, is that so?" diluc wondered loudly. grabbing your hand, he pulled you closer, if that was possible.

"then tell me, why are you not scared?" his voice went an octave lower, causing your insides to flutter, avoiding his burning gaze, you tried to mumble a reply but with his face so close to yours, it's no wonder that your brain malfunctioned, daring to look at diluc, you wondered hastily; when did he get so close?! if he's this close, my heart may go into cardiac arrest!

suddenly, diluc laughed before kissing your lips. wait, what? his lips were softer than what you'd imagine. they were way warmer than what you'd expected. soon, you lost yourself in the kiss. pulling away, your cheeks flushed as you realised what had happened.

"ah, you're so cute. next time, please don't think aloud," diluc chuckled, "but with me, i think that's fine."

"wait, wait, wait! what just happened?" you asked, hands covering your face.

hearing diluc sigh, you thought you had angered him. however, warm hands dragged your hands away, uncovering your face.

"do you need me to say it? ugh, you're so dense. fine, i'll say it for you. i love you... that's why i kissed you,' diluc explained, his voice getting smaller and a blush creeping up on his cheeks. it was his turn to become red from embarrassment.

"diluc ragnvindr, i fall deeper in love with you everyday."

[paprus-teutonic-knight]

"...I'm sorry, I think the translator malfunctioned- what did you say?"

"I said," explained the alien, "that the Treaty of Betelgeuse is now void. All restrictions on Human military fleets are now removed. Safety restrictions, weapon limits, power generation, all gone. The Leash is off."

The Human paused for a moment. He seemed deep in thought. Then, the creature did something that was known across the galaxy to be a threat of the most terrifying proportions, but among one species meant the opposite. It's lips parted, and it bared it's teeth in a wide grin.

"Let's fucking go," uttered the Human.

The war was vicious. Enormous ships fired missiles, kinetics, and lasers at each other, while smaller ones maneouvered to fire at angles only created out of the blasts of lasers and the wrecks of ships.

Shields were the best defense against such firepower. A laser couldn't piece through a shield unless it had prohibitive amounts of energy, and so kinetics must be used to crack them open.

But without shields, a ship was too vulnerable, too weak, too open. Or so most would think. But the Human Admiral had another idea.

The Battle of Kastra would be it. If the Galactic Defense Force failed, there would be nothing between the Voidil and Jublio. Succeed, and the damage done to the Voidil Flagship Fleet would be enough for the remainder of the galaxy's forces to push all the way back to Tronos.

But they would have to destroy a lot.

The armada contained 100 destroyers, 50 cruisers, 25 battleships, and a Titan, being the Flagship.

The Galactic Defense Force had an armada of 200 destroyers and 100 cruisers, but most of the battleships were gone, reduced to but 10. Noone knew why the Humans had only asked for cruisers and destroyers. They just listened and built. But now the Admiral would demonstrate his plan.

Tanios, Emperor of the Voidil, laughed as she saw the pathetic fleet the Galactic Committee had been able to cough up. "TEN BATTLESHIPS! FOR THE ENTIRE GALAXY! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAH!"

She had never seen such weakness. What, had the Eridians objected to such wasteful spending? Hah! They could never have hoped to stand up to the Armada of Iantrus.

"Open fire!" she ordered, and the armada began it's assault. Destroyers in the front forming a shield wall, firing against the other side's destoyers, attempting to break open a crack.

To the Committee's credit, their destroyers held strong. They seemed incredibly hardy and tough, holding back and impressive amount of firepower. And that wall of shields and point defense lasers, she couldn't even see their cruisers through it!

Impressive, but worthless. The weaponry on the Sword of Torpilos would crack right through it. Speaking of, the Perdition Beam was done charging now. It, alongside the kinetics and missiles equipped on the Sword would rip right through their pathetic destroyers!

She gave the order, and the technicians in the heart of the Sword began the sequence. Firstly, the missiles fired from every orifice, moving through the shields and harming the generators. Next, the kinetics fired, breaking apart the now-weakened shields and opening a path for the Beam. Finally, the Beam fired, ripping right through the exposed hulls of the destroyers and piercing right through to...

Empty space?

"What happened!?" she radioed her radar expert.

"W-well, m-madam," came the trembling voice from the other line. "I-it seems the e-e-enemy on the other side has... v-vanished."

"VANISHED!?"

"Wait! I'm getting a signal! I found them!"

"Where are they!?!?"

"...Below us, mi-miss."

She checked her personal radar. Indeed, she was getting one-hundred pings from right below her. Very large pings.

"This is fine," she assured herself. "They could never break through our advanced shields in time. Destroyers, reposition downward! Crui-"

An explosion rocked the bridge. Sirens blared, crew screamed, and she heard the familiar distant whoosh of atmosphere rushing out of the ship.

"What on Iantrus-"

And with another explosion, she was silenced forever.

"How did you do it?" asked the interviewer.

"It wasn't all that hard, really," explained the Admiral. "Consider, the main thing a ship spends it's power on during a battle is it's shields. To generate a hardlight barrier on that scale takes an insane amount of energy. Take away the shields, and that is an absolutely monstrous amount of power ready to be used anywhere. I simply focuesed it on the cloaking."

"True, but that doesn't explain how you pierced right through the shields of the Sword of Toripos," said the interviewer.

"People tend to think of the energy division on a ship as static, like a city," elaborated the Admiral. "Unless there's a catastrophe, the energy generation and division will stay the same. But on the Hannibal-Class Cruisers, the energy is designed to be able to very quickly swap between systems, with transmission times measured in Planck lengths. I quickly swapped all the energy spent on the Abyssal cloaking systems to the Neutron Launchers, and that was it."

"...Fascinating," said the interviewer. No wonder they had to be restrained.

For 10 long years war has raged while the Galactic Committee held a tight leash on the humans; stating “We do things a certain way”. Now, with the enemy closing in, the leash comes off.

[evanthenerd83]

“Chapter 34.5: The Panic Attack”

The girl blinked.

She slowly lowered her hand. Her eyes adapted to the sudden light.

Everything came back into focus. Senses recalibrated, became sharper. Her magical girl instincts recovered.

Four walls, a ceiling, a floor. They were all cement. Cracks ran down each and every surface, splitting into spiderwebs. And the pockmarks…

Imprint of fists. Trial castings left craters, shattered foundations.

She glanced at shelves that were lined with boxes.

Something gleamed beneath fluorescent bulbs. A whole bunch of some things.

Tools. Screwdrivers and hammers and saws; tuners and oil cans and crowbars.

A sigh.

The girl instantly twisted, nightgown shifting. Her fingers graced the plush handle.

“I’m sorry for the mess. Didn’t expect any company.”

The girl blinked again.

The survivor had vanished.

Someone else had taken her place. A girl with pale shoulders and long legs, skin marked by lingering scars.

A face chiseled from rock. Lips that were thin. The camouflage shorts barely reached her knees.

The tank top matched the color of her eyes; a deep purple.

“Oh well.”

Muscles flexed. The girl jolted in surprise.

This stranger was already moving. She took two steps, approaching a white door. The wood had begun to age. The paint looked faded.

Nimble fingers curled around a golden knob.

The nails were patterned. Camouflaged.

A click. The door opened up. The survivor threw her head back, smiling as she crossed the threshold.

“Come on.”

The girl followed.

It was home.

Not her home, of course. She didn’t have a home.

The home she did have—used to have—had been consumed. It no longer stood. It now writhed, giving birth, tasting.

There were no homes. No houses. Apartments and skyscrapers, simply skeletons stripped of skin. There were just—

“Shelter sweet shelter,” the survivor muttered.

The girl stood in the doorway. Her hands twitched. She couldn’t see anything past it. Just an inch of tile, as well as dirt and grime.

And beyond it… nothing.

Nothing but the dark.

The dark.

“Stay calm,” the voice whispered.

She flinched. Her hands clenched, and a sting of pain punctuated her nails piercing her own skin.

She bit her tongue.

“Stay calm,” the voice repeated. “And go on.”

It was the boy. The little boy’s voice.

He’d been cropping up more than ever.

The girl just shook her head and stared at the void opening itself up before her.

Mysteries were being exposed by malfunctioning thoughts; tendrils bigger than hoses, than her own arm, would shoot forward; teeth sharp as micro-razors would latch onto her flesh; her cells would be devoured with wanton abandon—eldritch hunger, ancient and unceasing—the appetite of an Other—the Other, frightening in its Otherness, ultimate in its Alienness, eternal in its Inhumanity.

The Other on the Outside. The Other who’d Consumed—was Consuming the World. The Skin Bleeder. If the universe had been a morgue, then the Other would have been a body, a corpse whose skin and organs were melting; useless blood thin as water running over the side of the slab; veins slithering along the floor like tendrils, seeking an exposed ankle—

Light suddenly blinded the girl. She raised her hand, prepared to shield her eyes.

Something caught it.

She felt herself being pulled forward, through the doorway.

“Come on.”

[erensrag]

bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him  of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

[quietmyfearswith]

longing stares ; august walker x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 5,515 words

summary — in which august walker made the mistake of hurting the love of his life — thinking he had the upper hand, but in reality it hurts him even more than he cares to admit.

warnings — SMUT, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, degradation? angst?? fluff? swear words, august talking down/shit about another boy, window sex

pairing — august walker x fem!reader

summary — in which august walker made the mistake of hurting the love of his life — thinking he had the upper hand, but in reality it hurts him even more than he cares to admit.

a/n — DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, so this was inspired by this post, but i wanted to twist it up a bit to fit the song that inspired me to write,,, so i hope it turned out alright :> feedback is very much appreciated! 

tagging — @cruelfvkingsummer​

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The pencil that he balanced between his fingers snapped into two as he saw a sleazy employee's frail hands touch her shoulders affectionately. At first the Hammer found it foolish when Sloane told him his personal office would have two-way mirrors for walls; but now he was more than thankful for it as he was sitting down behind his desk because it allowed him to watch the scene unfold without them knowing about his intense stare at them. His piercing gaze would have buried this son of a bitch who dared touch what’s his as she was burying herself with work.

Well, what was his to be more accurate. But his brain couldn’t fully absorb that fact as his fingers were hastily sending a text to Benji that he was sending someone over to his department and to keep the idiot busy for as long as it took. Leaving his phone on the table, he didn’t bother to wait for a reply as he sauntered over to the outside of his office and opened the door as he called out, “Jonathan, Benji needs you in his department. Something about a malfunctioning gadget.” The brunette pointed to himself as he wondered, “Me? My name’s Joshua.”

“In case I haven’t made it clear, I don’t care about your name, John, I just need you to get over down and check out the malfunctioning device — and I’m not talking about your brain.” Y/N gasped out loud at what August said, for it was unusual for him to talk shit about others; she could only watch Joshua as he excused himself to go to the 30th floor where he was being called for.

Once he vanished within her line of sight, she brought her eyes to look at August who had a stern expression on his face, “You, in my office. Now.” As his voice left no room for questions, she stood up from her chair and entered his all too familiar work space. “What the hell was that about, Walker?” Her hands rested on her hips as she raised her voice at him once he came in too after closing the door to give them privacy. “What was what, princess?”

He mimicked her by placing his hands on his hips too; but he didn’t have the combination of a frown and pout that she had, instead there was a smirk on his lips. “You don’t get to call me that,” Even though she loved the way the nickname rolled off his tongue and how it was reserved solely for her, she now hated how it just served as a reminder of their past, “Not anymore, Walker. So cut the shit and answer my question”

Bobbing his Adam's apple up and down, August was cursing with how cold and serious she was being. “I didn’t like the way he was getting too close with you,” There was no reason for him to fabricate a lie so he decided to just tell the truth. “Well that’s rich,” She scoffed as she crossed her arms against her chest and looked at him with disgust, “You decide you don’t want me and yet no one else gets to have at least a chance with me?”

His brain interpreted what she said differently as he slowly moved towards her, speaking dangerously low, “Yes, princess, that’s exactly what it means. No one in this fucking world gets you, because you’re all mine. I don't care if they're a rookie in the CIA or some royalty. They will have to kill me before they get to you.” If it were someone else, they would have shivered in fear once they were backed against a wall by a trained, skilled CIA agent who has planted his hands on the wall by her torso, caging her in. But not Y/N because she knew two things — one, he would never harm her, not in a way she wouldn’t enjoy. And two, she was his weakness. 

“I’m not yours, Walker,” From a venomous tone she shifted to a calmer one which surprised the man as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “You made it extremely clear that night about how what we had doesn’t mean anything to you.”

It was a miracle that August managed to open his apartment door as his focus was on leaving his marks on her neck. “Hated seeing him so close to you,” He growled without his lips leaving her skin as his foot closed the door. Lifting her up over his shoulders made her squeal, more so when he smacked her ass while he effortlessly brought the two of them to his bedroom. Y/N bounced slightly as she was dropped on his comfortable mattress.

Large hands ripped her dress in two and revealed the black lingerie set she had hiding underneath her office clothes. “You trying to kill me, princess?” August husked out as he tore his own dress shirt off before spreading her legs, thumb rubbing against her clothed core, “Princess, you’re staining through the thin cloth.” Sliding the cotton material off of her, he brought it to his nose and smelt her arousal before throwing it off the bed. Every time they ended up in his place, he sneakily hid her underwear so he could jack off to them when they aren't together.

Y/N gasped out as she felt his moustache tickle her skin as his lips left kisses on his ascent to her. A toothy grin was plastered on both their faces. His fingertips graze the under band of her bra, “As much as I love this bra,” August unhooked it and threw on the floor as his lips enveloped her breast as his hand grabbed and played with the other, “I’d rather see your body in all its glory.”

Her hands tangled in his hair as she arched her back, feeding more of her flesh to him. “Fuck bear, more please,” She moaned out loud when his tongue drew circles around her nipple before biting on the pebble. Pulling away from her tit, August smirked at her blissed out state as he undid his pants, sliding it off him as his cock sprung out. “And why were you going commando today, bear?”

Kissing her lips passionately so her smirk would be wiped off, he rubbed the tip of his cock on her slit, “Because I wanted to tease you at work,” Her mewls of need fueled his ego, her hands were clawing at his ass as she was trying to guide his cock in her hole. “What’s the magic word, princess?”

“Please! Please bear, need you so bad,” As soon as she whined out the final word August slid his cock right in her; velvet and warm walls welcomed his cock by gripping onto him tightly that it made him struggle to thrust in or out of her. Her grasp on his ass didn’t take and if anything it made her just dig her nails againdt the skin even harder, which only added to both of their pleasure.

Ruthlessly, August ripped both her hands from his plump ass to lay them above her head, his hands forbidding her to move them around His other hand lifted her leg, resting it on his shoulder, which allowed him to reach even deeper. “You like how deep I can reach in you?” Each word was accompanied by a harsh thrust to every word; her moans brought pride to his chest for they both knew he was the only one who could pleasure her this well. 

“Tell me, princess, tell me how much you like it when I fuck you,” The vein on his neck became even more prominent as he growled at her. Feeling the vibrations of his growl against her lips just made her glaze even more of her juices in his cock; a firm swat on her thigh had her focusing on his command, “You fuck me so good, bear,” She gasped out when his cock poked her sensitive flesh which made her an even more out of focus, “Only you can make me feel this good, bear. Want no one but you.”

Her words paired with the way her walls clamped down on his cock pushed him right over the edge; both of them gasped out when August pulled out of her cunt and let go of her hands. Before getting to question what he was up to, he leaned down until he was face to face with her cunt, quickly inserting his tongue on her pussy.

“Oh fuck, please bear, please rub my clit,” Graciously, his thumb rubbed on her clit as his other hand jerked his cock off while he shook his head side to side, driving his tongue even deeper in her. “Cum for me, princess,” Convulsing upon feeling the tremors of his words on her mound, she could only grab onto his head to grind her closer to her as she relaxed her body as she came.

“There’s my good girl,” He praised her while lapping her juices and drinking it all up. Opening her eyes once she felt herself significantly calmed down, she whimpered upon seeing his cum-covered moustache and red cock that was red and aching to cum. Sitting up, she moved closer to him and wrapped one hand on his balls while the other stroked the length of his cock, “Coat me in your cum, bear. Please, bear?” The innocence her eyes held contradicted the way she spoke and jerked him off sultrily — which made him throw his head back as he spilled his cum on her hands. 

Giving kitten licks on the tip of his cock prolonged his orgasm as he stroked her hair lovingly; once he let out all of his cum, Y/N licked some of the cum that spilled between her fingertips. Smiling widely, she looked up at him and opened her mouth to show how she had drank up all he had to give. Patting her head gently he praised her again, “Such a good girl for me, princess.” He kneeled beside her before taking her in his arms before collapsing beside her, August cuddled her close to him as she moved around to face him. Her finger was tracing over his jawline as they both silently cherished the post orgasmic haze they both were in. He loved being with her this way — loved the way their bodies worked in tandem. But they weren’t just a great pair in bed, Y/N was one of the few capable and intelligent employees Hammer has met. Though he often displayed a tough exterior, he could easily show her as well a vulnerable side of him.

There was an instance wherein she accidentally barged in on his night of wallowing in self-pity with the intention of fucking so she could release tension, she was instead faced with a sorrowful August. That night, she made it clear to him that he didn’t have to open up to him if he was uncomfortable. She just wanted to be there for him, even if they just both drank in silence, just so he wouldn’t be alone with his thoughts.

He did end up letting her in and voicing out what was going on in his mind. Upon taking it all in she made it clear that he wasn’t the villain he made himself out to be. “You are not defined by what you have done,” Concern was laced on her voice that night as she held her face with gentle hands, “You were asked to do so in order to guarantee the safety of the whole damn world. If anything, it’s us who doesn’t deserve you.”

Just as he was about to rebut what she said, Y/N sweetly pecked his lips to shut him up right away, “Never talk shit about yourself, bear. You’re a great person and I would be more than glad to help you realize so.” From then on every time he entered his office there would be a sticky note taped on his desktop screen where she wrote something great about him.

“What are you smiling about?” He wondered as her lingering hand settled on his cheek, rubbing the prickled skin. “Just thinking about you,” Her vague answer just had him even more curious than he already was. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to be quiet after sex, but there was something about the way she was looking at him and the way her touch seemed gentler, softer.

“What about me?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect any answer from her. So imagine his surprise when she mindlessly confessed, “I love you, August.” 

Sitting up against the headboard he stared at her with bewilderment evident on his face, “What the fuck did you say?” Clutching the blanket to hide her nudity, Y/N could not help but feel vulnerable and exposed as she sat up to level with him, “You heard me, August, loud and clear. I told you I love you.”

It was like a dagger pierced through her heart as he rolled his eyes and stood up from the bed as he rummaged through his drawers and grabbed a tank top and sweatpants, “I call bullshit on that.” Offense and hurt overcame her entire being as she hastily dressed herself up as well, “And why do you call bullshit on that?”

“Because it’s not real!” He shouted as he turned to face her shocked face; he has never raised his voice to or in front of her. Part of her was terrified — she didn’t know what he would do in a confrontational situation like this. Sensing her startled state, he then spoke in a lower tone, “The love that you feel for me, isn’t real. It’s just in your head, you’re just coming down from your high.”

Enraged she chewed him out, “Why are you invalidating what I feel? I know in myself that I love you!” Shaking his head no, August crossed his arms as he challenged, “We’re just friends! Fuck, we’re just colleagues!”

As soon as the words left his lips he could see the effect it had on her for her tears were threatening to leave her eyes and it caused him to feel as though someone had squeezed his heart roughly. “Do friends do what we do?”

Her weak voice made him feel even more bad than he already was but he still couldn’t stop himself from being an ass, “Friends with benefits do.” She smacked his chest as she yelled out in frustration, “I’m not just talking about the sex, idiot! I’m talking about whether a friend comforts you everytime you feel pity for yourself? Would a friend clean up your bruises and cuts after a hard mission? Or when I make sure you have enough homemade meals, what am I to you then?”

“Nothing,” The way he said it so casually and without a second thought should have scared her; and it did, “It doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re not mine nor are you my girlfriend.” That was the final nail in her coffin — the rude awakening that while she was out here going out of her way to make him feel loved and appreciated but he would never do the same for her, or so she thought.

“Okay then,” She shakily sighed out, “I’ll see myself out.” Bending down to grab her discarded purse but not before saying, “I’m sorry for wasting your time, Walker.” Not bear or August, he called her what everyone else did. It was a painful reminder of something he had lost and not appreciated enough. It was for her own good, he thought, she doesn’t deserve to be with a monster like myself. 

His hands abandoned his position against the wall as he recalled his harsh dismissal of her, “We aren’t together, in any shape or form. You made it very clear that night.” Taking advantage of the gap he created between them as he stepped back from her, she walked away from his office before he had a chance to say anything. Sitting down on his office chair he banged both his fists on the desk, which made all the objects in it jump slightly before coming back down. Deciding that he had enough for the day, he hastily collected his belongings before exiting the office to head home. 

As he got on his motorcycle, he remembered how firm her arms clung around his waist every time she rode with him. She feared falling on the vehicle and despite August’s repeated promises that he wouldn't ever let that happen to her; secretly, he loved it when she pressed her frame firmly against his back. It made him feel loved and appreciated — and that wasn’t the only time or her only way to let him feel so.

Turning off the engine as he parked, he trotted up to his apartment and once the door opened he took in the messy state of it. Ever since her exit, he neglected to take care of it because he wasn’t impressing her anymore. Besides, he fears that once he does organize his flat he just might find more relics of their shared time. 

Quickly showering the day’s dirt, he then laid down on his bed with a hand behind his head as subconsciously — or purposely if his brain decided to torture him as well — his would often replay what happened during these quiet, lonely moments of the night. And without fail, it always gives him the urge to smack himself for breaking her that way. Truth is she was everything he wanted and needed. Upon meeting her, he knew he wanted to change for the better just so he would be deemed worthy enough to be with her. There was something about her being magnificent in her own account that made him feel inferior to her.

It also didn’t help that he had never been in a serious relationship before; he often went for hookups and one night stands since his fear of commitment did not allow him to easily open up to anyone. But with her it was as if it was his instinct to tear down the facade he displayed to the world. “I love her,” He came to that conclusion and it shook him to his core.

Before closing his eyes to enter a state of unconsciousness, he then decided that he would confess what he felt to her, beg for her forgiveness, and ask for a chance to start a relationship with her. “Gonna do whatever it takes,” He promised to himself with a smile before pictures of him with Y/N clouded his dreams. 

The moment he stepped foot on his floor, he noticed how Y/N wasn’t in her cubicle. Maybe I’ll talk to her after work, he thought to himself as he entered his office and busied himself with work.

Y/N knew it was an atrocious idea — one that could backfire in her face — but something about yesterday’s encounter with August fueled her to do so. It was nearing four in the afternoon when Joshua stopped by her cubicle to ask her once again if she wanted to hang out with him; in all fairness, he was a nice guy. But once you’ve had a taste of gold in your life, you would never settle for a nickel.

“So Y/N, I was wondering maybe we could grab dinner after this? I know this great restaurant that just opened a couple blocks from here,” The brunette nervously suggested as he leaned against her post. Not sure if August was seeing the whole exchange, she decided to stand beside him as she trailed her hand to his forearm as she sweetly smiled at him, “Yeah? What do they serve?”

Cue Joshua nervously rambling about the menu and ambiance of the restaurant as a Hammer prepared to nail down his mark on his woman. The moment he saw the sleazy boy once again drop by her cubicle, he was closely monitoring the situation and was more than displeased to observe how his woman flirted back at him. The fucking audacity you have, princess, He thought as he sauntered over there.

Gasps were emitted from both Y/N and Joshua when August stormed in to interrupt their discussion— pushing the brunette away as he pulled Y/N in for a searing kiss, ending their conversation. With his hands pressed against her cheeks, he poked his tongue on her lips as he demanded she let him in; and he could not help but smirk when she rested her hands on his arms, not pushing him away and instead feeling more of him, while she parted her lips to welcome his tongue without hesitance. 

Pulling away from their kiss, August placed a few more pecks on her lips before placing an arm on her lower back before arrogantly turning to Joshua, “Sorry pal, I don’t think the memo has reached you, so I’ll just make it crystal clear for you — Y/N is my woman so you better steer clear from here unless you want an excuse to use your health insurance.”

Nervous gulping down and walking away from her cubicle was how Joshua rescinded to the situation; while August led Y/N into his personal office despite the gasps and stares of the other employees. Right now, he didn’t give a damn about their gossiped hunches for his princess tested his patience.

““What the hell was that about, princess?” He angrily asked as he turned to her with a stern expression as he rested a hand on his hip. Opposite him was a smirking woman who threw him the same answer she was given when they talked, “What was what, Walker?”

Realizing how the tables have turned, he exhaled through his nose in order to remain calm before huskily explaining how he saw things, “What were you thinking when you grazed his arm,” To emphasize, he ran a hand in her forearm to reenact how she sensually touched the other boy, “But you know what I find the most interesting? Was the way you eagerly kissed me back; do you know what that was all about?”

His breath touched her cheek having walked up right in front of her; this distracted her for a bit as her brain scrambled to formulate an explanation for her actions. “Well?” August lifted a brow as he slightly moved his head, prompting her to answer the question.

“I don’t know what that was, bear.” Despite her timid answer, he heard it loud and clear. But what really pleased him was the fact that she didn’t use his name rather she used the nickname she graced him that one time Y/N poked fun about how hairy he was since he refuses to shave his chest hair and moustache.

“So you had no idea as to why you touched him like that when you know for a fact that you belong to me,” He clarified to her as he tilted her chin up with the other hand that wasn’t resting on his hip to get her to look at him. 

“How many times do I have to make it clear to you that I do not fucking belong to you; that is what you said to me, right?” Her bold facade quickly disappeared as he grabbed her arms, walking towards the window. Making her turn to face the window, he pressed her cheek against the glass window, “Well I’m gonna fucking remind you that you belong to me and only me.”

Rough fingertips lifted her skirt, leaving the velvet bunched up around her waist, and ripped her panties to shove it in her mouth, “Don’t need you speaking if all that’s gonna leave your dumb mouth is you don’t belong to me. You’re not gonna speak unless you state my claim on you.”

A muffled whine was all she could let out as she nodded when her pussy welcomed two of his thick fingers that were ruthlessly slamming in and out of her. His other hand creeped towards her clit as he alternated between rubbing and pinching on the hardened nub. “Can you feel your cunt dripping? This is how your body reacts to me because you want me so bad.”

With the hand that was previously on her nub, he tore her blouse open and fondled a breast, “Such a naughty princess, not wearing any bra,” Pulling on her nipple elicited a prolonged moaned as she rested her forehead against the window, “Were you planning this the whole time?”

The answer she let out was obscure with her mind fuzzy from the way his fingers were hammering in and out of her mercilessly while he helped her remain on her feet by having a firm hold on her boob. “You’re still the needy princess I know you are.”

August smirked at how she let out a pathetic moan when he pulled his fingers out of her for it proved he was right. Palms resting against the cold glass, she turned her head around and watched as he lowered his zipper to pull his cock out. “Do you even deserve to have my cock?”

Nodding her head and up down was all the response she could give him as he continued to degrade her, “I don’t think you do,” To amp up his teasing, he rubbed the tip of his cock from her clit down to her opening multiple times; causing her legs to shake in need as she moved her hips towards his tip. “You’ve lost your princess privileges the moment you talked to him,” He whispered, lips pressing against the shell of her ear.

One of her hands left the crisp window and instead sought out for the warm hand that was in her boob, clawing onto him desperately to let him know how badly she still wanted him in any way she could have him. The sting of her nails made him smile wickedly as he took pity on her and slid his whole length in one go, “That make you happy, princess?”

The side of her head leaned against the window but she still managed to nod as she was extremely thrilled for having him inside her. Blindly, her other hand left the window as she searched for his vacant hand and collapsed them together. Even though her eyes were closed as she was blissed out with the way he was pounding in and out her hole without a care; August however felt touched that there was this part of her instinctively reached out to hold his hand affectionately.

He guided their entangled hands down to her stomach so he could press her back firmly against his front, “Never forget that you belong to me, princess.” It was in that moment that his wide tip grazed her g spot so she could only mewl and nod weakly as her overwhelming gratification blocked out her senses. 

Coughing up a bit once he pulled her panties out of her mouth, her shoulders then bore the weight of his arm, “Tell me you’re all mine, princess!” He demanded as barked it out on her before biting the shell.

“I’m all yours, bear!” She gasped out when he repeatedly hit her g spot every time his cock entered her. Her velvet walls were now making it harder for the Hammer to nail her for it clung to him like glue to the point that it was almost choking his cock, almost triggering an early orgasm from him. Wanting to focus on something else, his mouth peppered kisses on the skin of her shoulders and neck with the full intention of leaving dark, purple bruises so people knew she was off limits.

Y/N never felt this simulated in all the times she slept with August; the way his cock rummaged her hole with vigour and determination made her buckle her knees, the feel of his rough facial hair prompted her to push her neck more to his lips while her feeling his hand firmly against hers made her feel loved. In the haste of a moment, she let out a confession of, “Missed you so much, bear.”

Feeling his heartbeat increase at her confession, he snapped his hips faster to drive his cock even harder to her, in tune with the way his heart beat against his chest, “Really though you didn’t want me anymore.” He couldn’t take the way she sounded so broken — what made it worse was that he made her feel this way, and he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t cause her to feel that way again.

“I’m so sorry, princess,” Hearing him apologize, she turned her to face him again and was surprised when he kissed her lips softly — in contrast with how he was driving her cock in and out of her roughly — before letting his lips rest against hers as he continued to speak, “Never gonna let you go, never gonna hurt you.”

“You promise, bear?” Her small voice made her seem even more vulnerable than she already was; meanwhile August nodded fiercely as he kissed her once again. “I promise, princess,” That promise left his lips repeatedly against her lips.

Unvolutaringly clenching her walls on his cock, she moaned out loud against his prickly lips, “I’m so close, bear. Please let me cum.” And that reminded him how he was in charge and still has to decide if she gets to cum. 

“I think I can grant you one princes privilege, what do you think?” His smirk widened upon seeing her pleading eyes looked at him and moaned in agreement. Still holding onto her hand with one of his own, the other went to graze her cheek as he coaxed her, “Cum for me, princess; let me feel how much you missed me.”

He then drove his cock deep in her to the point he repeatedly bumped her g spot which set her orgasm off — she screamed out loud as her hand squeezed his hand so tight yet it didn’t have any effect on him. Loving the way her walls immediately relaxed their grip on his cock, he took advantage of it by chasing his own orgasm.

“Take my cum, princess,” He breathed out and felt his thrusts decrease their pace while they still had the same vigour. Stilling as he shot loads of his sperm, he pressed her against him needing her to ground him back. With a kiss on the side of her temple he let out, “I love you so much, princess.”

Despite her brain being a fumbling mess, she caught on what he said and pushed herself off his cock and turned to look at him, “What?”  Her fingers were busy lowering her skirt and trying to make her blouse look presentable as it could be while August tucked his meat back in his pants so he could hold both her hands.

“I love you,” He reiterated before taking a deep breath, “I love you and it scared me to find out how strongly I felt for you — because this was something I have never felt for anyone.” A breathless gasp was all she could let out upon being presented with this information.

Sensing her confusion, August placed a kiss on the back of both her palms before speaking once more, “I know this is a lot to take in, but maybe we can take it one step at a time? We go out on actual dates so you can also let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

Her eyes were searching for any indication in his that he was just pulling her leg, “I know I haven’t shown you exactly what you mean to me — and that is due to my stupidity and immaturity — but if you let me, I will treat you like the sublime and divine being that you are. Spending those days without you made me realize the vital role you fulfilled in my existence.”

Her lips broke into a smile as her heart fluttered at what he said; Y/N lunged to him, wrapping his arms around her neck as she kissed his lips passionately. The Hammer was more than happy to reciprocate the passion she had for the kiss as he wrapped his thick arms around the middle of her back. 

“Does this mean you’ll take me back?” It was shocking how soft the tone of his voice was when he asked this to her as they pulled away from the kiss. Bopping his nose with a finger, she smiled at him before nodding, “It means exactly that, bear. I love you and you have me now. Officially, that is.”

Loving the sound of that, he pecked her lips once again and pulled away with the widest grin his lips had ever made, “I love you more, princess. You always were officially mine, you just didn’t know it yet.”

[mayxthexforce]

crossinghairs:

"They're dead. It's no problem." He said simply as he lifted Steela to her feet. Nothing. All of what was remaining was no longer kicking as far as he could see. Considering he was standing up fine. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing." A short term laugh escaped his lips. As he spoke. It was short for a few reasons and they always would stay locked away from view. The ambush was definitely unexpected. His feeling of fear over clouded his judgment and he ran. Why? Why was she so important..? She shouldnt have been that important. She was just there. He could have used her to escape. But his will was stronger. He had morals. He wouldn't let that happen... Or..should he have apprehended her.? He grabbed his head as a headache settled in his head. His eyes shut slightly as he held his hand out towards her." Stop.." he muttered towards her. He was mostly following her in this moment so asking her to stop was something he probably should have just let her walk.. but his head ached. So bad to the point his body went stiff. 'Fight it! Don't let it get ahold again!' He squited his eyes in focus. And that focus...snapped. His eyes dilated deeply. Fingers loose on his temples as he spoke in a gritting tone. As if still fighting it inside. "You aren't planning to do this..are you?" He asked. Though his tone was more demanding as he approached her. His grip that lashed out towards her was tight. His expression cold. Unforgiving. "Good Soldier's..follow orders.." a chant. A cursed chant clones always say when under the influence of the inhibitor chip. His sseemmmed to have malfunctioned after its enhancement. It only took a few months for it to break down in his mind and fluctuate between frequencies. From activation to deactivation his mind was at war. And outside the chip was victorious in the fight so far. But then..gave way. His grip was instantly relaxed as he backed away from her. His brown eyes looking at his hands before shaking his head. "My chip..comes and goes still. I'm doing this to find Rex and get this damn thing out of my kriffing head."

One moment, he sounded so confident in his skill. Assuring that every trooper out there was dead. The next, he was telling her to wait. It was enough to stop Steela on her tracks, brow furrowed. Her frown only deepened as she heard his sudden change in tone, and recognized the look in his eyes.

She'd seen enough clone troopers dealing with the effects of their programming to know what it meant. But she'd naively moved closer in her concern, and he was fast. His hand made contact with her, seizing her armed arm. Her free hand went to grip his own, a way to prevent him from reaching for a gun. Even then, she knew that with their training, any clone trooper —even unarmed— was dangerous. Steela was glad Saw wasn't here– not so much because of the 'I told you so' that she was sure to get from him, but because he would have blown Crosshair's brains right off.

First came the phrase. Then, the moment of clarity. The struggle for control.

"Stay with me, Crosshair," her tone was caring, yet commanding. She'd found that it worked better with the clones to remain firm.

He backed away and she let him. Eyebrows still pierced with concern.

Steela nodded in understanding. "We'll find Rex," she assured him. "And even if we don't, we'll find a way for you to get rid of that chip. Trust me."

Rex was the safest option, of course. But if for whatever reason they weren't able to get to him Steela would find some other way. Surely, there was a surgeon, scientist, or kaminoan out there who could assist in the removal of the chip. She was determined to make it happen, one way or the other.

But she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Walking ahead would be endangering herself again. Walking behind would be too much, she didn't want to make Crosshair feel any more like a threat than he probably already did. So, she settled for a middle ground: walking beside him. This new form also gave her the chance to start a conversation, something nonsensical, but something that would hopefully keep Crosshair's mind on the here and now, and away from the chip's programming.

"Your rifle, what is it that you named it?" she asked.

[murphy-kitt]

Instincts - Day Two

There was always one ghost that got on her nerves. The one that made her twinge with discomfort when she saw it turn it’s head and meet her with those poisonous green eyes. It dared to use the disguise of a teenager to try and make her sympathise with it, acting similarly to the graceless, naive Danny Fenton. Even went by the same name.

“Danny Phantom.” The name shreds her lips as she sits in the starlit park, examining the darkness around her. Waiting.

Ectogun tucked beneath her legs, she watches precariously, borrowed goggles allowing her to see ghosts within the invisible spectrum. There are none.

She can’t slip on this. Phantom is like a shooting star, quick and fast, once he’s seen, he’s gone like he was never there. But he’s also smart, and she won’t doubt for a second that the ghost knows she’s got a gun with her.

Which is why she’s brought a new ectogun, invented by herself, that shoots silently, is sleek and easy to carry and conceal, and doesn’t malfunction at random times.

As she waits more and more and the skies darken, She begins to worry. What if it won’t be here? She needs it to be here.

If it isn’t, that’s her only chance gone. The only chance to protect her family, friends and the rest of the town. Everytime she mentions that ghost and discusses hunting it down, they all go quiet, both reactions of astonishment and fear.

She’d set the plan up a few days ago, but knew better not to tell them. Guaranteed, that put her in a vulnerable position, if she was attacked they wouldn’t know her whereabouts or what had happened. But if she did.. it’d end in disaster.

Because they’d want to come along with her and help her, clumsily storming in and ruining any chances of a sneak attack, and the potential of him and his friends being in cahoots with the ghost scum meant her plan would be foiled before she even hatched it.

Despite that, she’s sure this plan will work. For a ghost, Phantom is stupidly naive, twiddling around her plans, agreeing to meet up even though it’s obvious she hates it. What does it think will happen? A friendship?

She snorts. The ghost ruined that chance far before it even exploited one of the people closest to her. And the audacity to act innocent and naive, as if it had nothing to do with their change in behaviour, their sudden clumsiness, their sudden absences out of nowhere.

It did something to him. Made him more rebellious and truant, and she worries for him. She knows that the ghost is manipulating him, somehow.

And just how long is it until the ghost leads him to something he can’t get out of?

She needs to fix it. Help him get out of this tangle of a mess, and then everything can go back to being normal. She just wants him back.

Suddenly, the ghost himself flickers in front of her, dropping a few feet away from where she is, and lies on the grass contentedly. His eyes meet hers.

She shivers and grabs the gun.

This is it. But not — not right now. Something inside, her instinct, is grabbing at her like thorns, trying to wean her away from the plan she’s had for months even since it showed up.

It has to be the appearance, it has to be.

The face of a child. Trying to make her sympathise.

“So, what do you want?” It asks boredly, throwing its legs up in the air and splaying its hands out, reaching for the stars.

“You’ve been manipulating him for months. That ends now.” She stands up, eyes piercing into its venomous green ones.

It’s mouth drops into an ‘o’, and the ghost sits up, hugging its legs.

“So that’s why you’ve been giving me that weird look all this time.” The green-eyed ghost murmurs under its breath, facing away from her.

The knowledge that this ghost has been watching her makes her sick.

“You know what you’ve done. I’ve no need to explain.” She paces over to it, gun behind her back, clicking off the safety.

It’s eyes divert to the sound of the click.

Dammit. Phantom’s heard the gun.

It flattens back onto the grass again, legs and arms stretched out, eyes focusing on the twinkling stars above them both. For a second the night is quiet.

But her instinct fights internally.

You shouldn’t do this! This is wrong!

She doesn’t know why it’s wrong, or why she shouldn’t do it, since personally, there are logically good reasons for her to decimate this ghost to cinders right here and now. He’s hurt her family, her friends, and this town.

And if Phantom ends, then Amity Park will finally be at peace. The ghosts will go home back to their portal, and most importantly, he will be normal again.

It’s the familiarity of his face, the scruffiness of his white hair, the way his eyes sparkle as they look at the stars. She doesn’t know why it looks familiar, but it does.

“Y’know.” Phantom eyes slip to the side before he looks back up to the skies and sighs, “Before I died I always wanted to see the stars.”

“And?” She scoffs. His dream was the exact same, and revolt swirls again in her stomach. It wasn’t using his dreams to manipulate sympathy, was it?

“You’re a ghost. You can still see the stars.”

“I know. But you’re here, and I guess I won’t be for much longer.”

“I’m glad we could agree on something.”

She brandishes the gun and places it on it’s chest, trying not to show an inkling of hesitation as she presses it firmly into the fabric of the HAZMAT suit.

“Any last words?”

“Tell my-“

BANG.

Green and red splatter explodes.

Phantom’s HIS fading green blue eyes lie onto hers.

“-sister that I love her.”

[shotowoki]

PAIRING: shouto todoroki x gn!reader WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, kissing, mutual-pinning, implied nsfw, pretty much just fluffy goodness :) WORDCOUNT: 4k

SYNOPSIS: Being roommates out of sheer convenience shouldn't have been a problem. It shouldn't have been as difficult as Shouto had made it out to be. I mean, you two barely spoke, barely found time to be together in one room and barely even came in contact with one another despite living under the same roof. It really should have been a piece of cake. But the feelings Shouto had for you grew larger with every day that passed, complicating things far more than was necessary...

In an empty room, Shouto lay sprawled on his bed. The thought of you conquering his mind as he envisioned you in your entirety.

The lazy slither of moonlight that pierced his curtains left a gentle glow across his face, the sorrow in his eyes highlighted as he pondered over the same thing he did every night. Who were you?

It seemed like a stupid question on the outside, as to those who didn't know you two well, you seemed like good friends. After all, you did live together; it would be harder to know nothing about the other. But, in Shouto's case, he knew near nothing about you. So, every night he lays in his sheets, frustrated with his lack of knowledge, listing all the things he did know. As he balled the covers under him, intertwining his fingers with the cotton, he asked himself one thing: 'who were you?', once more.

There were a few vague things he knew. He knew you worked as an office assistant, finished your work off late at night in the kitchen, took around 45 minutes in the shower, you rarely ate food at home, and brought take out every other evening. Not to mention, you barely left your room and thus leading to this lack of relationship between you two.

But what did this random trivia on you do for him? Nothing. It provided him with zero useful information, nothing to work with, and it most certainly did not quench his curiosity for you.

A heavy exhale parted his lips, and he sunk deeper into his mattress. Maybe this was enough for today. The constant worrying about you wasn't doing him any good, and he knew it. At this point, his curiosity was turning into something more. Before Shouto knew it, his once frustrated wonders had turned to admiration. And this was his current situation, face feeling hot as reality hit him like a train. When did he start to like you, and more specifically, why?

That empty feeling filled him once more; the lack of answers to all these questions had him feeling beyond exhausted. He barely knew you, and yet even moments like these felt like enough. A small rush of nervousness always stopping him in his tracks whenever the sheer thought of you crossed his mind. It felt ridiculous and brought Shouto way too much humiliation. And so, he shook these feelings off. The mystery that was you was far beyond his reach, and it was time he submitted to that fact.

Fluttering his eyelids shut, he put his mind at rest, drifting off into dreamland.

The next day had arrived, Shouto's previously exhausting night already long passing him. A wet towel swung over his head; he exited the bathroom somewhat wet, and ready for a new day.

A cold shower did the job alright, waking him up and helping him forget about the endless thoughts of you that had him up late last evening. All that remained was to fill his stomach up, and he would forget the whole ordeal. Still slightly embarrassed at the realization that he had caught feeling for the stranger that lived in the room opposite his own.

Scrubbing his hair and patting his face dry with the towel on his head, he entered the kitchen. He expected it to be empty like every other regular morning. But instead, Shouto was greeted with arguably the worst and best thing. There you sat at the kitchen island, eyeing a cup of coffee, evidently zoned out.

Shouto stopped in his tracks, and his heart dropped to his stomach. If it was even achievable, the beating of his heart was more rapid than humanly possible and probably more audible than ever. Why were you home? Not that he was complaining, it was just rare to have you home this early in the morning. Did you not have work today? Did something happen? Why are you just sitting there staring at a cup? All these questions sprung up in Shouto's head as he stood dumfounded and nervous.

His cheeks lightly sprinkled in a pink blush; he just stood there awkwardly, not daring to even move an inch. To anyone but himself, he would look pretty composed, but internally he was malfunctioning. He had hoped for a moment like this to arise for a while now. But now that the opportunity had presented itself, he barely knew what to do. It didn't help the fact he was already a flustered mess over the thought of you last night, and now there you sat in front of him.

Taking one deep breath, Shouto resumed his walk to the fridge, waving off the nerves that had built up inside him.

"Good morning, y/n. It's rare to see you home at this time." Shouto attempted to break the silence in his signature monotone voice.

It remained pretty tranquil for a bit. The only noise being that of Shouto making himself breakfast and the sound of you taking a shy sip of your drink.

"Morning. I don't have work today, so I'm home."

Your voice simmered out into the atmosphere, but it remained looping in Shouto's mind. As his back faced you, he felt his ears get hot, and he knew for a fact, he was beet red now. How did just hearing your voice already throwing him off guard?

Shouto gently exhaled, feeling his adrenaline spike through him. He just needed to stay calm. But how could he when he wasn't accustomed to hearing your voice, especially when you spoke so softly? Having a crush on your roommate was most certainly an inconvenience, as Shouto struggled to keep his concentration on making a simple cup of coffee for himself.

"Oh. Did you finally get a day off?" Luckily Shouto's voice came out calm. He'd be damned if he stumbled and made himself look more like a fool than he already had.

Well, he looked like a fool to himself, at least. You barely took notice of the random pauses his whole body made or the way he would occasionally take self-soothing deep breaths. If anything, you wouldn't even know if this type of behavior was unusual for him since you saw him so rarely.

Come to think of it, you don't even have a baseline to work with when judging his overall character. That's partially due to the fact you two have never actually sat down and bonded, which led an idea to spark off in your mind.

"Yeah, it's my first day off in a while." You spoke in a slightly more upbeat tone now, excited for the proposition you were about to make. "So, since I'm home, how about we hang out and get to know each other properly." You smiled his way, tilting your head slightly as you awaited his response.

And just as the suggestion escaped your mouth, Shouto made the unfortunate mistake of turning around, his surprised expression out on display as he was yet to process what you just had said.

"Um, sure." is all Shouto was able to say. His heart thumped out of his chest, and his words knotted up in his throat.

The sudden proposition you offered him had him speechless. All these sudden coincidences being the last thing Shouto expected. Was it all too sudden, perhaps? Either way, he wasn't going to deny the opportunity at hand because who knew when you would be free again. Finally, this was his chance to answer the question that has been keeping up at night. And somewhat address these feelings that had started manifesting.

"Then, I was thinking... maybe we could have a movie night?" You chirped, leaning over the counter in excitement.

"You know, there's this movie my coworkers have been talking about, and I've really been wanting to watch."

For the first time, Shouto got to see you relish in your interests. A cute smile curling the corners of your lips as you spoke, rambling about this so-called movie. He couldn't help but smile at your bubbly nature, getting lost in the expressions you were making that he has never before seen. The way your eyes lit up and your hands waved around as you tried convincing him to watch the movie. Little did you know, you didn't need to convince him of anything, he would agree to watch anything with you. But he wasn't going to burst your joyful bubble now. He wanted to savor this moment, and so he let you speak whatever was on your mind, just burning this moment into his memory.

Dazing at your soft lips as you spoke, he realized how zoned out he had become; your speech becomes just a faint murmur in the back of his mind as all he could think about was how much more beautiful you looked up close.

"Ah, sorry! I completely went on a tangent there. I tend to do that when I get excited. I'm sorry!" You giggled while exaggeratingly facepalming yourself.

And with that, he was once more snapped back into reality. What were you just talking about? Aside from the mention of a movie night, Shouto couldn't remember much else. He couldn't have retained anything that fell from those pretty lips of yours. And down the gutter, his thoughts went once more. The overwhelming flustering feeling washed over him as he realized what ideas exactly he was having right in front of you. He needs to hurry up and respond to you rather than just standing there aimlessly staring at your lips.

"Don't worry about it. You look cute anyways when you're so excited about something." Those words left Shouto so fast he could barely believe he had said them himself. The humiliation already settling itself as he cursed himself for being such a creep.

The sudden affection from your roommate had you stuttering. You have had your eye on him ever since you moved in together. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, always left food out for you, and cleaned the apartment before you got back from work. The only issue was you. You were far too shy to admit to these feelings, your one solution being to lock yourself up in your room and avoid him like the plague. Today just so happened to be the exception as you felt a tad bit confident when he nonchalantly (as you perceived it) walked into the kitchen.

Now a compliment of this magnitude was the last thing you expected, and so your insides burnt hot as you shifted in your seat.

"Sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out that way." The concern in his voice was more than evident, the furrowing of his brows in frustration delivering his apology clearly.

"No-no, it fine! Really."

"What I was trying to say was that a movie night sounds great!" Shouto bopped his head down as he managed to completely fuck up this one opportunity that he had. To him, it seemed as though he had ruined everything, but if anything, he had succeeded a lot more than he gave himself credit.

You were still giddy at his subtle compliment, heart racing at the fact he called you cute. CUTE. Failure should have been the last thing on Shouto's mind as if he observed you a little more closely, he would have noticed the satisfactory grin on your face.

"Great! I'll meet you in the living room at 5 pm then." You hoped out of your chair, putting your empty cup away.

You definitely wanted to stay with him longer, but you needed to calm yourself down. The knots in your stomach tightening by the second as you felt flustered by his presence.

"Right."

Gently, you squeezed past him as you exited the kitchen, the cozy heat that radiated from his body sending goosebumps down your skin. Even with a touch so short-lived, you couldn't help but freak out. How would you manage this evening? Only future you will know the answer to that question.

As quickly as you parted ways, the evening arrived just as fast. A golden sunset burst through the living room window and drizzled the atmosphere in sweet honey. A soft breeze floated through as Shouto sat anxiously waiting for you.

His outfit was bland, but it was expected of him. Just a pair of generic grey sweatpants paired with a white tee. As stated previously, his attire was very bland. But it was comfy, to say the least.

Just on time, you finally met him at your designated period. Your heart hammered out your chest, not only from the nervous itch that was being with your crush, but the possibility of this all being awkward. It felt like meeting a stranger, only with an odd sense of familiarity attached. Maybe then calling him a stranger would be a poor analogy. Perhaps it was more like being left alone with that person your friend was trying to introduce you to. Yeah, that's a better parallel for how this all felt right now. However, it all still felt rather exciting.

"Hi! Are you ready?" You giggled as you sunk into the couch, sitting beside him.

"Definitely. What's the movie called again, y/n?" The way your name so easily fell from his lips set off the butterflies in your stomach.

It sounded so pretty coming from him, way prettier than you could have prepared yourself for. Suddenly, you found yourself speechless, mind going blank as you fished for the name of the movie you knew.

"U-um, it seems my mind has gone blank. Give me a second."

Rubbing your arm in an attempt to calm yourself, you let out your signature laugh. The golden hue of the sun stirred the color of his heterochromatic eyes as you glanced back at them, still thinking of the name of the movie you knew just a second ago. Attentively, his eyes examed you, and you managed to catch sight of this glance.

"Don't worry, take your time." With that, his eyes shot back up meeting yours. "Do you happen to be cold? You're rubbing your arm."

That explained his gaze, but it didn't happen to settle the nerves inside you. And in your flustered state, you responded with the first thing that came to mind as you swatted your hand to your side.

"Ah, yeah! It's a bit chilly with the window open in here."

Right on cue, Shouto reached for the blanket on the sofa, wrapping it snuggly over your shoulders. The way his slender fingers brushed against your skin as he positioned the fabric on you made you freeze. You could barely hear yourself think as your heart ran wild, adrenaline surging your veins. His face was so close, so close you could see how his eyelashes softly brushed his cheeks with every blink. Fast, it all happened so fast, and yet the memory replayed in slow motion in your mind. The way he just swept in and then back out.

"There. If it gets too cold I'll close the blind." He smiled at you comfortingly before reaching for the remote.

You couldn't do anything but sit there wide-eyed, your nervousness being unbearable.

"The movie... I can't remember its name." Finally, you admitted defeat, done battling your mind that was clearly not regaining composure any time soon.

"That's fine. I guess we can just watch whatever piques our interest for now. There's always next time."

There's always next time. The implication of another hang-out was soothing. Knowing that this wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity managed to quiet you down slightly as you repositioned yourself to sit more comfortably on the sofa.

"Right!" You beamed in agreement, turning your attention to the tv.

The mindless scrolling through Netflix lasted a while as you made conversation with one another. Talk of how most movies were boring filled your discussions, exchanging laughter here and there too. It all felt so reassuring, and both of you were starting to feel more relaxed. Movie after movie, it felt like you were about to hit a dead end until you eventually landed on something intriguing.

"This one! This one looks good, right?" You explained, pointed to the digital screen that gently lit up your faces.

"Right, it doesn't sound bad."

Shouto was beginning to uncover you and your character a lot better now. Seeing as you got excited about the most random things, but also the way you were so easily caught off guard. It put a soft smile on his face as he just admired you silently.

The movie began to play, the two of you settling down as the noises from the tv exclaimed through the speakers. To say that Shouto was happy was an understatement. Looking back on the evening from just last night to now was a huge shift, and a huge shift in the direction he could have hoped for. It was the start of something he had been wishing for long while now.

Hearing you laugh at the actors on screen, turning to face him as you shared the humours moments with him had him feeling all gooey inside. Lightly, your leg would occasionally brush past his, making him more than eager to pull a move on you. Fuck it, right? Apparently, Shouto couldn’t just have his cake, he wanted to eat it too.

You were far too cute in this moment, nudging on him softly as your laugh radiated through the air. And so, in a moment when his adrenaline spiked and clouded his judgment, he snaked an arm over you shoulder, cradling you into his chest. You gave into his invitation, resting against him.

Not to say you were all calm about the exchange, you were in fact the complete opposite. It was really happening, you were laying in Shouto’s toned arms, his fingers gently gliding up and down your forearm as he sunk down onto the couch. Laying himself down and then you on top of him.

Was Shouto calm about this, then? Definitely not. His hearts rapid beating was audible as you rested your head on his chest. Smiling hazily as you realised he was just as nervous about all this as you.

As he lay under you, you soaked in his touch, the way his toned figure felt as your hands snaked around his waist. And the way his breathing gently cascaded a chilly breeze down your neck, shivers forming along your soft skin. Ever smooth shift and touch his body made against yours was thrilling.

At this point you weren’t even concentrated on the movie, and instead on the boy under you. The movie acting more as background noise to the thing you really wanted to watch. Glancing up at his soft features, the way his plump rosy lips were slightly parted as his eyes shifted across the screen. Oh how you wanted to kiss him in this moment. What was holding you back exactly?

You could lean any minute if you just so pleased.

“Shouto?” You finally spoke up, interrupting the tranquility between you two.

His response was a simple hum, eyes falling to meet yours. The way he held eye contact, smiling at you invitingly was enough to have anyone falling for him. You felt extremely lucky to be even given the chance to be in this position with him.

“Can I?” You started, lifting yourself up slightly.

“Can you?”

He quirked a brow at you as he sat up to meet your movement. Trapped under you as your two legs straddled his lap, you gave him a sheepish smile. A short moment passed without a response, and Shouto smiled at you suspiciously, leaning in to jokingly examine your face.

“What’s on your mind?”

At his unannounced actions you glanced away, but Shouto only pulled your chin to look back at him. A smirk growing on his face before his palm came to cup your cheek; his other hand resting nonchalantly on your thigh.

And like he knew exactly what you were thinking, with a light brush of his thump against you bottom lip, he dipped in for a kiss.

His plump lips meeting yours. Soft, they felt so soft as they moulded perfectly with yours, meting against the other. The tender way his lips hovered for a second as he pulled away, licking his lips and then coming back in. Glazing you in his touch, he began to move again, taking in one of your lips at a time, relishing in your sweet taste. The way his lips massaged yours with every move he made had you pressing yourself into him.

It felt relieving in a way, finally dining the dish you’ve been craving for so long. After all these months you two have lived together, finally you both were holding each other like you have been wanting. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers weaving throw his hair as you yearned for more.

Your plush tongue came to meet his, intertwining with the other. Happily, he ventured your mouth, taking in every inch of you. Smoothly dragging his tongue to the root of your mouth then pulling himself out, until he came back in once more to suck you back in.

The only think separating you two being the string of spit that drizzled off each other’s tongues as you caught your own breaths between each embrace. Your merciful moans he swallowed, his delicate hands travelling up your spin. They left a cold trail, fireworks erupting your stomach as the adrenaline of this all began seeping in.

You two were getting too carried away, but it just goes to show how bad you wanted one another. Shouto, however, wanted to clear things up before you continued any further.

He pulled away breathily, blinking at you with delight in his eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and i’m sorry if this is sudden. But, I like you.”

That sentence alone had you more flustered than your previous touches and you smiled like a kid with candy.

Was this a dream come true? Maybe it was, which in that case, you definitely didn’t want to wake up. But, lucky for you, this was in fact reality.

“I like you too, silly” You giggled only inches away from his face, and the instant grin that sprawled across his lips was the only confirmation you needed.

Instantly, he engulfed you in a tight hug, his head cradling itself into the crook of you neck.

“Then how about we finish this off in my bedroom now that you’re all mine.” Was the last thing he said, his lips resuming their bidding on the soft skin in your neck.

[santigarcia]

piryc beskar buy’ce

a din djarin x reader fic

rating: m for smut; mentions of squirting; masturbation

word count: 2k

summary: The Mandalorian’s heat seeking signature’s in his helmet have malfunctioned, and he can see that you ache for him.

a/n: look idk if his heat seeking vision in his helmet works like this but we’re gonna roll with it! and the title translation will be at the end of the fic cuz it’s a spoiler ;) 

You didn’t exactly plan it this way, to become a stowaway. The Razor Crest was the first ship you saw with the hatch doors open. You’d find out later the Mandalorian let you on his ship – you didn’t sneak onto it. You did your best to hide from him, and you jumped when he ‘found’ you. It was not the hunter’s intention to startle you, but his cold Beskar exterior did the job for him.

He didn’t have to ask to discover you’re running away; he knows it when he sees it. You don’t have a bounty puck on you, and the way you treat the child lets him know he can trust you. You’ve given him no reason to doubt you, nor will you ever. He even offers to pay you for taking care of the child; but as long as you have a place to stay and food – you don’t need credits.

So that’s how you became a part of his life.

It was interesting to learn about the Mandalorian and how he operates.

He’s often times quiet, but you know from the way he speaks and when he speaks – that he has heart. Why else would he have taken in this small child? It was for no benefit of his own. In fact, it was of great cost to him.

You respect his way of life. You understand you’ll never see his face.

You saw a fraction of the back of his head once, only enough to see the tips of his brown hair. That’s the only detail you’d get. It made your heart skip a beat; you don’t want him to know you saw.

It didn’t bother you that you’d never see his face.

At first.

Your relationship with him in the beginning was purely professional and he was kind to you. For which you’d always be grateful. You called him ‘Mando’ and it was simple.

You’d watch him with the child or do something small and sweet and it made your heart ache a little. Who is this man?

Mando would startle you on accident – he’s always so quiet. And he’d offer an apology for scaring you. That always tugged at your heart that he apologized.

Then one day he tells you his name. Din Djarin.

Something changes that day in you both. That’s the day you ache to put a face to the name. And that’s the day when he walks up behind you and you jump – he actually laughs. There’s amusement in his voice.

Amusement.

Where there’s amusement, that means a smile.

You never thought much about how he felt about you, but now you think maybe he sees you as a friend. Something about this brings joy to your heart, and more longing you don’t know where to put.

You wonder if you’ll ever know what’s going on behind that visor – you only ever see your own face reflected. How does he see you in there?

Life with Din isn’t always easy, tonight is no exception.

He’s bringing in a dangerous bounty.

“Keep the kid safe,” he told you before he turns and stalks down the ramp of his ship, ready for the hunt. His cloak brushed against your leg as he left, and you shivered. There’s something unspoken, a need to reach out and touch him. But there’s no skin to touch. He’s closed off from you physically, and emotionally. You suppose his name is all you’ll get, but you’ll take it.

It doesn’t occur to you that this bounty is actually dangerous – Din always tells you to keep the kid safe. But when he returns to the Crest with something very angry with claws in a bag – you lock yourself into one of the compartments with the child in your lap. You wait for the hiss of the carbonite before you come out.

Din is panting heavily and tapping against his helmet, whatever it was he was wrestling must have hit him on the head.

You put the child in his pram, and he starts to doze off from all the excitement.

“Are you alright?” you ask, and he looks at you, really looks. He cocks his head to the side and your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. His gaze pierces through you and it eats you up inside that you don’t know what he sees, or even what his eyes look like.

His helmet was slightly damaged – and he can see right through you. Literally. His heat tracking sequence is turned on. He can see the warmth in your face, hear your heart pounding in your chest. He feels as if he shouldn’t look at you like this, and he turns his head away. But in the brief moment, his eyes catch a glimpse of warmth pooling in between your legs.

He’s no stranger to an aroused woman, but it still catches him off guard for a moment. Has he been this blind? Have you wanted him all this time and he not seen?

Testing the waters, he takes a step forward. Your heart only pounds faster, and there is no mistaking the heat at your core.

Something inside tells you that he knows that he can sense you desire for him. You don’t know whether to be embarrassed or aroused all the more. So, when he takes a step forward, you stand your ground.

He raises his gloved hand – reaching for you. You stand still, unsure of what he’s doing. He places his hand over your heart, and gently backs you up until your back hits the wall behind you. You’re trapped, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Maybe it’s the thrill from capturing a dangerous bounty, the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Seeing your obvious arousal has him feeling a heat he’s not felt in some time. He’s quick to close the pram, giving the two of you some privacy from those big eyes.

“Your heart,” he says, feeling the pounding under his palm and hearing the thrum bounce around in his helmet. “Do you want this?” he asks, just to be sure. As if he can’t see the heat sensors picking up your need.

You nod and whisper a ‘yes.’

You’re not entirely sure how sex with someone who can’t take off their helmet is going to work but you’re not asking any questions.

A sturdy thigh makes its way in between your legs and you shudder violently at the chill from the steel under your hot flesh. You want your clothing off so you can feel as much of him as possible. You’ve never really touched him before, maybe only in passing if you clumsily bump into him. But not like this.

Not when his thigh is purposefully spreading your legs apart.

You reach for him, your hand landing on his forearm. His hand is still on your heart, still pressing you to the wall. It’s not rough, it’s as if he’s just enjoying the feeling of another’s heart beating quickly for him.

He pulls back then, suddenly and you gasp at the loss. He undresses you then, slowly. It’s more intimate that you anticipated, you’re not going to see him naked, so he draws this out for the both of you.

When you’re fully exposed to him, you somehow feel barer than you already are. He’s covered from head to toe, and there you are without a stitch on you. Which is why his next move makes your heart ache with tenderness.

He offers you his hand, he simply holds his hand out to you. Somehow you understand his meaning, and you slowly pull off his glove. You drop the garment to the floor, and you see his bare hand. His knuckles are scarred. His hands beaten and showing the life he’s lived. His hand is relaxed, and you take it in both of your hands, feeling the warmth and heat of his skin. It sends a thrill down your spin; this is what you’ve been waiting for.

You bring his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles, which surprises him. He gently pulls himself from your grasp to tenderly brush his finger down your cheek.

His other glove comes off and you’re quick to put his hands on you.

A warm hand cups your breast, and the other rests on your chest – just under your throat. His thumb rubs along your collarbone. It’s just as meaningful to him to touch skin as it is to you.

You let his hands explore your skin. There’s an eagerness to it, laced with a heat and desire. You can’t see his face but the way his fingers dig into your flesh tells you that he wants you back.

His thumb swipes along your breast, slowly. Just touching your skin. His head cocks when you cry out from your nipple being so teased. His other hand is on your hip, fingers dancing along – his fingertips slow in the movements. It’s as if he wants to memorize the way you feel.

He wishes to see you without this heat tracking – the images in his helmet are blended. He can see your skin, but there’s an unnatural red over your body showing him the heat you’re giving off.

The heat is building, so he takes this opportunity to guide you to his bed. He lays you down – your legs hang off the edge of his makeshift cot. He kneels then in front of you and grabs a hold of your leg to put it over his shoulder. He does the same with your other, his cold Beskar under your bent knees.

Much like his thumb had brushed over your nipple, he brushes his thumb over your clit. It’s one slow stroke, but it has you gasping harshly from your lungs. He repeats the stroke, and you cry out. If you could see him, there’d be a smug smile on his face.

Slick has gathered at your opening, and experimentally he dips a finger inside. When you moan, he takes this as his cue to continue. His thumb is pressing into your clit, he can hear your heartbeat pounding and he can feel it under his thumb.

A second finger joins the first while his thumb strokes back and forth. He’s in no hurry. He gets you off once, then twice this way. Letting it build slowly, then he increases his pressure and speed. He says nothing while you reach your high and cry out for him, but you can tell he’s pleased.

“One more?” his voice rasps through his modulator. Tears are in your eyes from such intense, sweet pleasure and you nod. You’re not above begging, and you would if he were going to stop here.

His fingers curl and thumb is toying with you. You look up to see his helmet there between your legs. His vision is clouded with you spread out in front of him, red hot pleasure, and your heart rings through his helmet. He curls and curls his fingers again and again until you feel that sweet release approaching.

You feel your stomach tighten, and a sensation you’ve never felt before begins to grow. It builds and it builds, and you groan – throwing your head back. You’ve moved your leg to press your foot against his shoulder while his fingers move, you press hard with your leg, but he’s ever steady. His strokes don’t stop, and you scream when you find your release. You whine as you come down and you can’t breathe it feels so good. Your vision is clouded now with red hot pleasure. It burns.

You lean up once you can breathe to see his helmet is covered in your essence, you gushed all over him. His fingers still inside you are coated with your slick. He’s still, unmoving. It’s a sight to behold. A wave of embarrassment washes over you. To see your wetness dripping from the Beskar helmet.  Then you hear him let out a soft grunt. You look to see him with his free hand wrapped around himself. You don’t know when he pulled himself free of his pants, but he’s nearing his end. Your release set him off and he’s coming on his own hand in mere seconds. He pulls his fingers from your heat, and you see his both his hands are covered in cum.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, though you know he’s not angry.

“Don’t be,” he rasps, then clears his throat. “That was-“

“That’s never happened to me before.”

“Me neither,” he chuckles, there’s that amusement again. “We’ll have to see if we can get you to again.”

Your eyes widen at his simple and sudden remark. He’s completely nonchalant as if he didn’t just say something that made your heat clench again. He slides your leg off his shoulder, some sticky left on his hands gets on your leg – adding yet another strange thrill.

You get an eyeful of him just before he tucks himself back into his pants.

“If you want to use the refresher,” he points, bringing your attention back to his ‘face’ instead of his length. Your face heats realizing he saw you, and again when you see your arousal is still stuck to his helmet.

You clean up in the refresher while he cleans off his helmet and fixes the heat sensors. He won’t need those anymore to know if you want him.

You wish you could have seen the look of surprise on his face when you came. His shocked expression hidden under the safety of his helmet. You can’t get it out of your mind as you clean yourself off in the refresher, the way he sat – stunned. The grunts that escaped his lips as he stroked himself. How casual he spoke about the ‘next time.’

The need to see his face grows stronger, but how well his hands took you apart tonight is more than enough to keep you satisfied – there’s proof of it. And The Mandalorian is wiping it off his helmet.

xx

piryc beskar buy’ce = wet beskar helmet 

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I'll Never Stop Waiting (Armin Arlert x Reader) - One-shot

Instagram Request: Armin becomes separated from Y/N after an expedition and is unconvinced they're dead.

Warning: (Mild use of language)

*5 years prior

Ack, Y/N, Eren, Mikasa ! Wait up !"

A young, brown haired boy no older than 10 looked behind his shoulder, a girl with black hair trailing right behind him, "Come on Armin ! Don't tell me you can't run faster than that ! We're gonna miss the scouts' return !"

Armin clenched his eyes shut, legs wobbling underneath him as he came to a stop, panting for breath, "I - I know but -"

He could hear feet walking towards him and a hand on his shoulder.

"Eren, just stop and let him catch up will ya ?"

The boy looked behind him and stopped again, "Awe not you too, Y/N ! We're gonna be-"

"Late. I got it." You said flatly, waving a hand, "You and Mikasa go on ahead. We'll catch up with you."

"Hmmmm….okay. But make sure you hurry !"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Eren gave a toothy grin and ran on ahead with Mikasa trailing right behind him as you fully approached the panting blonde.

"You okay ?"

Armin looked up at you with one eye,."Yeah. I-I'm fine. But...you didn't have to do that. "

You shrugged, "Hey, Eren needs to be put in his place sometimes. Especially when he's not aware that one of his friends needs help."

Armin stood up a little straighter ," He's not a bad person."

"I'm not saying he's bad. I'm just saying he needs to act a little more aware and not act so...Eren."

Armin looked off "He'd probably explode if he heard you say that."

"Exactly my point. And let him. Maybe some of that explosion will break some of his skull and let more brain grow in."

At this, Armin giggled and took a few steps forward.

"Come on, we better get going," he shyly held a hand out, "Thank you waiting."

You smiled and gladly took his hand, squeezing it.

"I'm your friend. I'll never stop waiting for you."

~~~~~~~

Present*

It was bright. Unbearingly so even through closed eyelids. His head was pounding as the ray from the light above him pierced past the thin skin adorned with blonde lashes.

He blinked, he groaned, before he finally opened them fully to meet the wooden beams of a ceiling and a hanging, dome shielded lightbulb, and the faint pitter patter of raindrops were thumping against the roof.

He was inside. But how did he get here? God, his memory was so fuzzy.

"Armin !"

His eyes darted to the right, vision still plagued by whatever happened. But the lean, boyish outline, messy brown hair, and tone of voice was enough to help him identify the individual.

"E-eren?" He rasped.

"Oh, thank God…I'm so glad you're awake! Are you feeling okay? Do you-"

"Eren. Calm down."

That feminine voice. He turned his head to the left. Black hair. Red scarf.

"M-Mikasa ?"

"Mm. Are you okay?" She asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I...I think so? Where am I? What happened?"

"You're in the infirmary." Mikasa said softly.

"Wha-?"

"The expedition didn't go as planned," Eren interrupted , "A giant group of titans began attacking 2 of our backup groups so we had to retreat. Christ….it was a goddamn bloodbath out there."

Armin's eyes widened, "H-how many…?"

"...27."

The blonde shuddered. So many people.

"How did I get here ?" He asked dryly, " I was on backup but we didn't…?"

"They called you upwards since you weren't being attacked." Mikasa explained, " But mid retreat it looked like your 3DM gear malfunctioned and you fell from the wall of a cliff. We found you and carried you back in a wagon."

Armin nodded. No wonder his body felt like it had been beaten to a pulp.

But something still didn't feel right.

...wait.

"Where's Y/N ?" Armin asked, looking between his two friends, " They were in the backup C with me. Why aren't they here?"

At this, Eren grimaced and looked off to the side while Mikasa buried her chin into the piece of red fabric around her neck.

Armin's breath hitched, "G-guys?"

"It was...really bad out there Armin." Eren admitted, running a hand over his face, "And honestly, we don't remember much. But in the midst of everything...we didn't see Y/N at all on the way back. We...don't know where they are…"

"W-what ?" Armin trembled, eyes widening.

Mikasa reached a hand out in noticing the blonde's troubled state, "Armin-"

"S-so your telling me," he quaked, face engraved with fear, "That Y/N...is out there," he pointed at the glass windows in the back of the room with a trembling finger, "B-by themselves ? Lost, in the dark and rain. Possibly surrounded by titans ? A-and possibly…" good god this word made him feel sick to his stomach.

"D...dead?"

Eren pressed his lips together and nodded while Mikasa looked down the bed, and Armin could have sworn he saw the outline of a few tears in her eyes.

Something inside him snapped, before he completely lost it.

"N-no…" he stuttered, shifting his legs upward, "No. No, they can't be…"

"Armin, please," Mikasa said desperately, "I know your upset but-"

"No ! I-I won't accept that ! T-they have to be okay !"

Armin shifted his body to the side and stood shakily from the bed, bones and muscles screaming at him to stop. But he didn't, and made his way to the door.

"Armin ! What the hell are you doing ?!" Eren exclaimed.

"I-It's not possible ! T-they have to be alive ! We have to help them !"

"Armin, lay back down" Mikasa argued, "You need-"

"SHUT UP !"

Both Eren and Mikasa froze, completely shocked by Amrin's outburst and we're even more shocked when, even in his state, he managed to hastily move out of the move and down the hall.

They were frozen from his actions, almost not even realizing what he was doing until the loud echoes of him calling out your name and words of refusal burst through the walls of the building.

"Shit...Armin !" Eren called, running after him. But Mikasa just stayed at the door, first clutched over her heart.

It couldn't be true. He didn't want to believe it.

You were his best friend. You were always there for him when no one else could be. You were always sweet, kind, considerate, and strong.

So very strong.

You didn't deserve this fate.

"Y/N !" Armin screamed, rushing past corridors, other soldiers, even other friends of his. And they all simply looked down at the floor upon hearing your name.

Armin didn't even pause in his hasteful movements as he arrived at a large oak door and pushed it open, revealing a dark sheet of night and rain. But that didn't stop him from moving forward, clothes and body becoming immediately drenched after taking only a few lunged steps away from the building.

"Y/N !" He cried, wiping at his snot and tear covered face, "WHERE ARE YOU ?!"

His eyes darted around desperately, hoping to see your face in the near pitch black, soaked darkness, wishing that maybe you had just gotten lost in a crowd or caught up with some old friends and weren't going to return until late.

The screams didn't stop,even as his throat grew raw, even as it stung everytime he swallowed his gasping, broken breaths. He prayed to Wall Maria that he would eventually hear the sound of your voice calling back to him, that you would run up with your own, watered down clothes, carrying that nonchalant smile that he adored so much.

But you never did.

~~~~~~~

A memorial was held for you a week later.

There was no report of the findings of your body or any news of the possibility that you were still alive.

Everyone was there, clad in their uniforms as the proceedings commenced in commemorating your services and honor that you put forth to the scouts. The weather was a drastic change from a mere 7 days ago, the dreary, cold, wet rain replaced with a warm sunset and a cool breeze.

Too calm of weather for the event at hand.

All stood tall as they watched the empty coffin slowly lower into the ground, the offering bouquets of flowers and lit candles put temporarily off to the side in waiting until the deed was done.

So many words were spoken, so many memories were shared, and so many tears were shed as your comrades spoke of you in lights that made you sound like the most wonderful and most pure bring on earth.

The crowd remained until nightfall until it slowly started to diminish by one to two people at a time, until there was only one person left.

Armin.

He was quiet the whole ceremony. He only listened, most of the words muffled in his distracted hearing, still only focused on the possibility of missing your voice if by some miracle you turned up at your own funeral, making this whole thing a cruel yet life-relieving joke.

But yet again, his please weren't answered.

However he still wasn't convinced.

They hadn't found any remnants of your uniform or any broken 3DM gear in the areas they searched a few days after the expedition. They didn't have anything solid.

They had no proof that you were dead.

Armin stepped forward, a bouquet of F/F's squeezed in a clammy palm. He gently laid them down on top of all the other offerings presented to you, feeling the tears as they began pooling in his eyes.

"Y/N… I promise…no matter where you are…"

He brought his fingers to his lips and kissed them, before reaching out to smooth them over the polished rock of your gravestone, whispering those same words you had told him long ago.

"I'll never stop waiting for you…

A booming voice sounded from the watchtower "CADET L/N SPOTTED IN THE DISTANCE ! OPEN THE GATES !"