Ephemeral Oblivion

I disagree. Ghost holds hands when he is eating you put to.stop you from squirming so much

A/N: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader. Oral. Wet stuff. He’s nasty.

Outside of their “moments,” Ghost won’t touch her unless he has to. He maintains a professional distance, and a part of her longs to stake her claim. Hold his damn hand, so the team understands how he gets on his knees for her or allows her to ride him.

He’s a legend to them. A myth. The lone wolf whose kill count is in the thousands. 

How many?

I don’t count ‘em. 

Oh?

I don’t lose sleep if that’s what you’re asking. 

They needle her, poke fun because she’s a woman, and it’s just so damn easy. Ghost never does, though. Ghost treats her like he treats everyone else with cool, stoic regard. 

Except when he fucks her. There’s that. 

***

It’s an uneventful night. The rest of the team is playing poker around a plastic card table. There’s smoke in the air from cheap cigars. Whiskey that’s sticking to her throat as she downs it. She leans against the doorway; arms crossed firmly over her chest. She should go to sleep. 

“Duchess.”

There he is. That voice matches the cigar smoke. It’s thick and impenetrable, and it licks up her spine. She feels his broad chest against her back, the heat of his bulk, and she wants the others to turn around and catch them. Sure it would appear like their lieutenant is simply chatting with her, but if they looked closely, they’d see...

He lowers his head so that his breath grazes her ear. “Needy, are we?”

She bites her lip, shutting her eyes. “No.”

“You may not believe I watch you, but I do.” If possible, his voice becomes even lower, dragging over gravel and full of suggestion. “I think about the sounds you make when I got my tongue inside you.”

She shudders, thighs squeezing together. Ghost’s pelvis shifts against her ass, and she restrains herself from leaning into his massive warmth. 

“It’s bloody distracting,” he exhales. “Tryin’ to give orders when all I can see is that wet little cunt in front of my face.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“They don’t see how I look at you,” he continues. “But that’s because it’s mine. What we do...what we have...that’s all mine, darling.”

She buries her nails into her forearm until it hurts. She glances at him over her shoulder, and he’s staring straight ahead like he hasn’t just confessed an intimate truth. He’s so close she can discern his blonde lashes, his deep sea eyes. They flicker toward her.

“Ghost,” she murmurs as he draws closer.

***

“Simon,” she moans, hips rolling against his face. He’s shoved his mask above his nose as he blows cool air against her cunt. He parts her folds and nudges his thumb against the swollen nub as she clenches down on nothing. His touch is practiced as he strokes and teases her. He slips his fingers inside her pussy before removing them. 

“Duchess,” he replies flatly, a flash of amusement like he enjoys wrecking her with as few gestures as possible. He holds her thighs open before he lowers his mouth and slides the flat of his tongue against the seam of her sex. She jerks, her foot knocking into the hard muscle of his torso.

“Easy, now,” he croons. “Stay still so I can eat you the way I like, yeah?”

One broad palm slaps gently against her inner thigh and pins it to the mattress. He sinks back down and buries his face into her pussy, lapping and sucking with a deliberate rhythm. He feasts, switching between his tongue and fingers. He crooks them inside her, thrusts in time with the soft sucks on her clit. There are the wet noises of her walls contracting around him. Ghost’s rumbling sounds of contentment as he tastes her. 

“Red,” he warns when she bucks against his face and potentially breaks his nose against her lower belly. 

“I can’t-I can’t help it,” she pants, and he sighs. It is impossible with the way he’s pulling pleasure from her. She feels like a naked branch in a storm, shivering and snapping against a glass window. Her muscles tense, her thighs twitch, and she can’t find leverage on this shitty cot. 

Finally, she feels warm flesh brush against her knuckles. She glances down as Ghost threads his thick fingers through her own. His hand dwarfs her fist as he pins it to the mattress. It anchors her body and allows her something to hold onto as she straddles the oncoming climax. She’s leaking all over him, slick running down her ass and staining the sheets. It encourages him. His hips grind into the bed, his pupils blown out as he watches her shudder; it feels so good. 

His thumb draws little circles against her hand as if to comfort her through it like this was a challenging task she had to win, an endgame for a mission. Her lungs are screaming - her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as the pleasure builds like a chemical reaction. Shocking. Overwhelming.

Tears prick her eyes. She swallows a sob as his stubble scorches her skin, his silky plush lips maneuvering against her cunt like he’s memorized it. Perhaps, he has. He's got a photographic memory, he handles her like he handles every precious weapon in his arsenal.

It’s coming - the pressure inside her core begins to cramp and fold until it slams right up against Ghost’s insistent mouth. 

“I feel it,” he groans as her walls spasm and her pelvis stutters against his chin. He tightens his grip on her hand, his other fingers sliding in and out of her soaked heat in an even, lazy drag.

“It’s - fuck - it’s too much,” she whines, and he doubles his pace, prepared to shove her off the damn cliff. 

“You’re a big girl, love,” he coaxes. “You can handle it, yeah? I know how good you are.”

That’s enough. Ghost’s praise that he hardly ever gives to anyone. It shoots her straight between the legs, where her cunt pulses and throbs like a wound. There’s so much pressure before everything is liquid. She feels wet, dripping, and when he rises to his knees, she is all over the lower half of his face.

He grins, straight, white teeth burning in the dark like a a crescent of stars, and she is momentarily stunned. She’s never seen him smile, or his teeth for that matter. She wants to lick them, taste them, and swallow him whole. The corner of his lips twitches like he knows what she’s thinking before he rucks the ski mask back down over his chin that’s gleaming with her slick. 

She sits up abruptly, reaching for him. “You can’t-”

“I can,” he grunts, flipping her onto her side and slapping her thigh. “Get your pretty ass dressed. We’ve got wheels up in thirty.”

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𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

miles quaritch x oc navi

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇.

a navi mother willing to do whatever it takes and amount of will to save her baby from the sky demons who've taken her child. she will not rest until he is safe at home but on her journey, she encounters avatars that aren't from her tribe.

one avatar in particular who she has seen before.. the father of your child.

and so does he find her familiar..

"I'm with you, ma yawntu. i see you."

"let eywa guide you to me when you have chosen. be the person you want to be miles."

RATING : EXPLICIT

WARNINGS : ANGST | ENEMIES TO LOVERS | FLUFF | SMUT | SLOW BURN | ROMANCE | | PREGNANCY?| CANON VIOLENCE | DEATHS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE | CHILD NEGLECT | DEPRESSION |MENTIONS OF COLONIZATION | TORTURE

CHAPTER INDEX

PROLOGUE

1. MA'ITAN

2. RETURN OF A GHOST

3. SEYKXEL'S PATH

4. A MOTHER'S MISSION

5. ONCE UPON A DREAM

6. FIRST LESSON - BABY STEPS PART 1 | PART 2

7. THE THREAT WITHIN

8. LESSONS FROM A WARRIOR PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

9. ???

10. ???

11. ???

12. ???

＿＿＿ BONUS ＿＿＿

SEYKXEL KAY'S FIRST COMMUNION WITH EYWA PART 1 |

PART 2 | PART 3

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＿＿＿SPECIAL CHAPTERS＿＿＿

HAPPY MAMA

＿＿＿WHAT IF?＿＿＿

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CHAPTER 6: FIRST LESSONS - BABY STEPS PART 2

CHAPTER 7 : LESSONS FROM A WARRIOR PART 1 SOON

five days have passed since meeting the na'vi mother and learning to be na'vi brought major challenges in their side mission that could take an effort with immense time and patience. the recom's knowledge on the language starts becoming sense with simple words about animals, plants, the anatomy, and greetings were sometimes confusing as hell, but the pain of all.. is forming a complete sentence.

some of the recoms struggle pronunciation with their throat or tongue including and others form a sentence well. it was an on and off lessons between spider and ingyen teaching their assigned students since two is better than one. spider's been asked about what he knows about the culture and forest he grew up in, his eyes light up brighter than any star ingyen seen. there were parts of his stories that were exaggerated for the impression he wants to give off towards the recoms but his mother let him be.

in a distance were miles and ingyen practicing more pronunciation because it was what he struggled, complaining that none of what she tries to explains makes sense. everytime he complained, she hits his forehead with her palm and repeatedly calls him a stupid man.

his ears drop back and his tail moves irritated of the treatment he received than his colleagues. his expectations of becoming close with her is drastically further and further away than he originally thought they were in.

"darling, we're not getting anywhere with this if you keep doing that and i am trying to understand- just it's a pain to even say it right, take pity on me." miles displays his exaggerated hurt expression he tried multiple times on her but it didn't budge her in the slightest.

"you are their leader so you get extra lessons that will benefit your position when you run into another na'vi. if you are trying to learn our ways you have to find whatever is holding you back. it's a struggle within you.. in your memories demon. you have much to learn and that will help you discover what's inside of you that truly wants." she guides his hand over his chest over his heart, holding hers against his as a way to hunt himself.

the hand under hers felt rough but delicate at how tenderly she placed them, looking at him with sincerity. miles takes it as a semi step in their relationship.

something he hasn't ever felt since he was born a few days ago basically. the memories consume his daily routine in reminding himself that he is colonel miles rick quaritch, someone important and valuable to the mission and not some confused man in a na'vi body. at this point he's going with what the rda put him because they know much more in the previous years than he and his soldiers. he just woke up with a burden weighing on his shoulders he'd have to endure.

ingyen takes notice of the silence in timid air they're experiencing so she pulls her hand away which made him kind of missed her touch, "well your na'vi is getting there, you are a skxawng when it comes to creating a sentence. meanwhile we make through the forest, me and seykxel will be teaching how to hunt and herbs that'll be essential in any case of situation."

with a playful scoff to shrug off her change of attitude, "oh come on sweetheart, we were havin' quite a romantic moment."

"quite the opposite what you think of. you are a demon and i am a mother teaching babies learning how to walk. you have the mind of a teenager looking for a mate which is unlikely." nonchalantly tells him every other day he attempts in his failed flirting.

a mate? he wonders when he could bring up the topic someday in their days that come they're adventuring since he's not oblivious what she meant. his curiosity goes where he can gget the chance asking her if she is mated or not so he'd see what else he can use to his advantage other than the kid. the more insite he learns about her and spider's life.. his advancements to find jake sully will be closer.

before she could stand, the demon wanted to know about something that night spider sang the same song she sung on the first night. he was curious at how they could be related.

his hand reaches to grip hers slightly to stop her and she's startled by the contact looking at him with a questionable expression.

are you touching me? her body language said and he took the warning to back off, " sorry sweetheart i wanted to ask you about something, princess? i genuinely want to know.. truly." he says putting his playfulness aside for now.

the woman nods with a calm expression at his serious nature and passes this incident only once to know what was on his mind.

in her perspective, only as few days spent with the demon she learns there's something heavy in his heart and soul that causes him switching personas.

"uh.. it's about this song." he says scratching his head looming over the thought he's had for a days now. "a song?" she tilts her head to the side, quipped curiously.

"i don't know the words but spider was singing it the day before we came to the forest. the lines were about a birth within and thanking eywa." after he explained what he catched on that night, ingyen understood his explanation.

ingyen reaches into her small pouch, grabbing her son's song cord protected in a cloth, decorated beautifully with colored beads by the hands of a loving mother. she gently extends the song cord horizontal to present it properly to the demon, "what seykxel sang that night is a song from his song cord. waytelem. it is what i sing to him every night, what na'vi sing to remember of the story of our lives and with each bead like this one" she points a vibrant green from starting point on the thread, "is what we put at the start of our birth. i put this bead for my son when the great mother guided me to my baby and view it as his birth within me, as he grows i add another that makes his life important. there are other ornaments used such as crystals, bits of bone, and plant material. children's song cords are shorter in length than adults because of their young age but we sing what is close to truth in a different version. "

miles sees the hand made cord with small and big beads showing the significance, listening what she describes a meaning in life here on pandora. it's fascinating that instead of photographing the memories of that person's birth and accomplishment what he remembers in his memories but with songs and the cords.

songs that were sacred to the mother in front of him when she drops her stone cold demeanor for a second and changes back. he smiles at her slight grin staring at spider's cord so he's curious if he reached out to touch it but fought against it, it didn't hurt to ask.

"may i, sweetheart?" his extended hand asking permission. at first she retract her hand to hold it protective of the boy's cord but if she was going to be a positive influence them on the great mother's will, she'd withstand letting him on a hint of the culture with process.

ingyen reaches putting the cord in his large hand and by the way she acted a few seconds ago, his careful touch on the thread and beads that meant so much to put her at ease of his actions.

there wasn't much decorations on it since spider is still a child and still human pushes him back than any na'vi kid.

in his hands it felt nice. he can't imagine the work and love and care out into a wonderful ritual that signifies life of someone. her threads and jewelry represent spider well and has a meaning to how he lived on pandora.

a human child with a na'vi mother.

the wonder floating in his mind on how the child survived for so long among the mother's people and life style to be included in their culture and raised as a fearless kid. his resistance against humans who treated him as a delusional, savage kid and doesn't know the betrayal all those years ago was treated less human.

the humans in bridgehead city treated him far different even if they were the same race. the child was treated a savage and delusional, living a false life of lies because his biological parents died in battle.

they didn't see what miles saw. his blurred memories with his mother. someone who raised him as her own which makes him who is today

this kid is proof of his survival even when he was with the remaining humans on pandora.. this na'vi woman, ingyen, raised him as her own son and loves him and fights an eye for an eye if harm is done against her boy.

the song cord tells his story. a kid more na'vi than the avatars and recoms together.

ingyen's observes his characteristics in the way he held the cord. every touch and glance does something to him she's never seen in anyone.

at home everyone is accustomed with the culture and traditions including the scientists were willing to learn but with this demon taking in her son's cord and gentleness about it felt.. warm. no other avatar took his time in looking over the details and held it like a delicate flower in the palm of their hands.

miles is an interesting being she came across. other than avatars and scientists and her brother jake, she's curious on how he became into this life and who he truly is by the way he shows himself in front of others and times he is conflicted about himself but turn a blind eye.

just by watching him has her decide in showing them deeper into her and her son's way of life to connect and see everything through their eyes. embrace what life lead them here.

looking at how mesmerized he is at seykxel's cord gets her thinking, "i will be making song cords for all of you." miles is bewildered at her statement, "are you sure darling? there ain't much about us we know ever since we woke up."

she flicks his forehead what seemed the billionth time much to his disliking, "does not matter demon because you were born from the skies and the skies brought you here to the forest which eywa can embrace all of her children, you just have to believe what you can do with your new body if you put your heart and soul into the way of the na'vi."

"you like my body princess?" his smirk creeps onto his face and there no hint but a show of disgust on ingyen.

"i mentioned your body because you demons are not used to navigating with that much clothing holding you back. we wear loin clothes and anything we make so it'd be easier to run, hunt, and fly."

miles chuckles shaking his head handing her spider's song cord, "you ain't forcing me into those strings you call clothes lookin' like a joke. i am fine like this."

she shrugs with a whatever face, "suit yourself demon but i do suggest in cutting this part," hers hands moves to demonstrate the length of his pants, "traveling with only your feet helps better grip and agility in your ankles."

"alright cupcake i'll keep your little secret between us." he sends a friendly wink that causes her to push her ears back and tail rapidly move.

she scoffs, "there is no secret and no us, only me and my son. i mentioned your body because it does have a great shape by your shoulders that'll help you in your hunting but your posture is what i'll help you fix. your hands have a nice grip on things that'll be an advantage for you in hand to hand combat but your lower body lacks more muscle. with proper nutrition and work in the time we are stuck with each other, make it count."

she sees how he doesn't pay mind to what she says with his body in a relaxed position leaning on one of his hands. to keep edging the demon into a corner, she thought of a way to encourage him with minor manipulation.

by questioning his abilities and compare him to who he sees competition.

"jake sully didn't see a problem in withstand learning to be na'vi. in fact, he learned quick in a few weeks.. he's inspiring for the men in my village to become good warriors and the women swoon over him even when he is mated with neytiri. oh let me tell you how he helped rescuing my son one-" as she goes to ramble on and see the look on his face but meet an annoyed, bothered demon with his fists clenched.

with her smirk hidden under a stoic one, "what's wrong?"

miles tcks while he stands on his feet staring down at her, "i can do it quicker than sully did."

"really? well he finished his iknimaya in three months, i don't know how you're going to do that in a short amount of time. you have to be serious about it."

the demon smacks his lips with an exaggerated sigh, "i can do it in two months."

she catches her giggles by covering her mouth with her hand, "oh you demons make me laugh. let's make it one and some days, i feel we are going to have a tragedy." she stands on her feet facing face to face even when she a few inches short.

both of them didn't retreat from each other showing who's more dominant in this game of cat and mouse. standing tall and confident in their own skills. ingyen learns the way this new type of demon can improve what the great mother has in store for him that can alter everything in their lives and paths.

"well if, by any chance, make it to complete that ritual before sully you owe me a date sweetheart, without backing out." he suggest of getting the upper hand in developing a mutual relationship.

ingyen already figured out his true intentions just like every man and demon she's confronted but this demon somehow differs from any of them.

but she won't let her guard down showing her wrinkled expression in disgust, "you probably won't survive to accomplish that ridiculous ideal mission."

a finger settles below her chin, raising her head to meet his line of sight, yellow eyes dilate from the intense tension none of them are going to admit and their heart rates changing rapidly, "we'll just have to see and find out princess because i never heard you mentioning a mate."

at the moment, both back down and head back to their camp. there they see the recoms learning more na'vi with spider squatting in front and waving his hands around.

the young boy notices her mom's foot steps and stops what he was teaching them, sending her one of his pure smiles and immediately bolt towards her. he calls out to her like a small child showing his mother a rock he found just for her. ingyen smiles softly to welcome him in her arms. not too far from where she was, appears miles out of the shadows catching spider's attention so to make matters difficult and mildly out of reach, he puts his arms around her neck and jumps in her arms to carry him like a syaksyuk with it's baby.

without hesitation she went along whatever he pleased and spider used his thumb to go over his throat indicates that he'll kill him if anything harms or saddens his mother.

miles rolls his eyes not feeling an inch of threat he's been receiving for the past few days. jealousy over his mother's attention is something he thought he'd never seen from spider.

"good. everyone is here now i can tell you what's next on our lessons."

one by the name of alexander spoke, "what kind of lesson are we getting?"

"lessons that will help you survive on your own in any case of emergency or danger. become fierce warriors for the na'vi after you complete your iknimaya."

zdog raised her hand, "pardon my lady but what is a iknimaya?"

ingyen shakes her head out of kindness that they have no clue about the passage. she'll teach them about the training and hunting and fighting from na'vi and jake's lessons he taught her.

"iknimaya is a rite of passage for young na'vi hunter in order to become a warrior and taronyu.. hunter. this will be a difficult task that little have passed theirs in order to select one another and successfully bond with your ikran. a mountain banshee who will choose you if it attempts to kill you, their future partner."

now it was lyle's turn to ask, "wait a damn minute! you mean the ikran chosen when it wants to kill you! how does that makes sense?"

she chuckles at their sudden reaction that their is more to what she wants to say, "when you make tsaheylu with your ikrans, they will only bond with one na'vi for life and each of you spend time training and learning each other so you'd become close in the beautiful skies above our beloved forest. to build trust."

"yeah the rites of passage are sacred and important for warriors among the tribes. ikrans come in different colors with awesome teeth and as soon they come into contact with your sight they.. attacks!" spider exaggerated on the experience with the laughter he's getting when the recoms flinch. he's witnessed his friends complete theirs and he wishes he can do it.

the mother pats her son then to see how tense they all are.

"but before we can talk further about it; i teach you how we navigate the forest with our hands, feet, bodies, ears, and eyes. they're to be important when you hunt for your own food and water. you will learn to thank the great mother for hunting." she points out and miles butts in, "alright then ladies, gather your weapons we're goin' hunting."

the recoms start grabbing their armed guns and pistols when ingyen holds her bow out to whack the demon's head, he groans holding his throbbing skull, "sweetheart i think you're enjoying this a little too much. what did I do now? you said we were going to learn and you smack me." she hums, "exactly demon but not with your demonic tools, make too much noise and useless in the forest. you'll torture the animal."

"then what the hell are we suppose to use?" she puts her bow and arrows and dagger out to show them the obvious.

"this is what na'vi use to hunt and finish. it'll be more quiet and useful than a loud machine that can scare the prey." ingyen explains bringing out a handful of bows giving them a few arrows, and hand carved daggers she kept in some bush that surprised the recoms.

they didn't know how the hell she crafted them quick within a few day and kept them hidden well but they rather not question. they noticed each dagger is designed its own color and styles that are almost similar to theirs in their pockets. these daggers have their own signature to who holds it represents.such detail and work put into these gems.

miles was the first to get his own bow and analyzing each detail from the woods to the string attached then eyes his own crafted dagger, "this is what were going with?"

she nods, "yes and if you have problem then you can not complete your iknimaya to earn your ikran. if seykxel could, he'd done it less than jake and when you wish to do yours." spider puffs his chest out at his mother's high praise she gives.

"alright darling, how do you suggest we use them since all we used is our demonic machines."

"to use tsko you got to have good posture with correct breathing and your aim requires full concentration. i will show you." she waves them to walk behind her with spider on her back.

with the speed she was going it's difficult for them to catch up as they stepped on rocks, overgrown roots, slippery grass, and plants in their way. they're all out breath which got her smirking because they were all cocky and think some demons can out smart a na'vi woman and her child who loved here all their lives.

they all arrived with tired expressions to an open area where the sun shines through the outline of the trees. around the circle were placed with targets.. small, large, wide, narrow, high above the trees and few in between plants and branches.

she slightly bends down for her son to get off. as spider stood next to his mother, she let out a bird calling out to in the area and in the distance was a long screech. their ears flicker trying to locate the sound when a flying creature flew above them searching which the mother let out another call.

it locates her sound as it dove at a high speed where they were, making them think it was going to attack. they felt vulnerable but the creature spread it's wings to have a swift landing. looking at it closely is an ikran with a rider's seat strapped on it's back and screeches with ingyen offering a piece of meat to her ikran that accepts. she soothes the creature with a smile petting it, "this is tsìlpey. if you want to live, do not look at her in the eye." the recoms were too shocked in seeing one so soon that they averted their sight somewhere else fast before it offended the creature.

ingyen pats her ikran's neck to the chest as she grabbed a bow that was attached offering it to the child, "seykxel." her son saw the bow she brought with her knowing they were going to meet again, "nga tsko ma'itan. fkew tsamsiyu kin sneyä tsamsä'o."

your bow my son. a mighty warrior needs his war weapon.

spider grabs the bow to lay it down before he hugs his mother, appreciating that she brought his gift, "irayo sa'nok." thank you mom.

her smile grew everytime she feels his touch and warmth nature he brings. miles observe their interaction what seemed like a gesture of appreciation since the bow looks rather new without use and what he can understand is the bow of a warrior. it's different from what she showed them hers. there was a probability of earning your own signature to it.

the kid goes back to hold his bow in his hands and sits a nearby rock making a few adjustments to his comfort, "with the bows i made for you, we'll practice on correct posture and aim before you can shoot your arrow that may determine i let you hunt on your own and prove your skills."

"i think we'll get the posture down in no time sweetheart. we're military." miles spoke that caught the recoms to look at him to not push it and spider's wide eyes, side eyeing him like he didn't just hear what he told his mom since they've been seeing how much ingyen punishes the colonel everytime he got something wrong.

she quirks her blue, striped eyebrow while crossing her arms over her chest, "if you are a great demon warrior then show me. you fail, you run around the circle and do it again with what good posture i show."

miles takes the bow off his body and in his hands ready to show her what he's made of. with arms ready to raise at shoulder length with his right hand gripping the string and the other holding the base and placed arrow aiming the tree in front of him. he tries to imagine it with a gun when he locks eyes where he wants to shoot and he lets go. it hurt like hell holding for a few seconds by the texture he felt at his finger tips.

a smack and a tug at his tail burned his rage turning his head a full degree towards the mother. what the hell could he have done wrong this time like his posture wasn't bad? ingyen points her finger where he supposedly shoot but was no where to be seen, "you fail demon. i want you to go run, wait for your turn once your back."

she orders him since he doesn't have a choice, "my posture was at least good. i held the bow how you na'vi do it even if my shot is by a long shot perfect."

"you did not. your arms were low. your gear is in the way checking if you were sucking your stomach in properly and the way you held your bow is on wrong side so you did not do any. now go before your punishment gets worse." with those demands the man groans and starts his one lap.

it's staring to feel like military training all over again.

his team began to snicker when he left just by seeing him give in easily, let alone be a na'vi woman demanding him like a sergeant. they found it amusing and hilarious as spider ran beside him to taunt straight in his face.

ingyen turns her head in their direction and they quit their horse play to focus in avoiding of facing her rath.

"who wants to be next and what do you prefer? i teach or test your skills blindly?"

...

hours and hours of bow training spent the recoms in cardiac arrest, with punishments they faced of any slight error ingyen notices.

you miss a shot.. run.

your posture is in incorrect. smack!

your fingers get cramped. you get cussed out by her.

you didn't raise your arms right.. just pray to the great mother the looks she gives doesn't drop you dead immediately.

it went worse for their colonel. his left hand became more cramped and gained bruises, his body aching has come intolerable for him to move a muscle, his head hurt like bitch from the whacking, and is done being cussed out by her.

the worst is the kid watched the whole thing as soon her back was turned making the situation worse by taunting him.

finally the day full of clouds were adorned by stars in the eclipse, they can rest for another learning experience of the na'vi life. nobody said it was going to be easy but they didn't expect it to be this challenging with learning the language at the same time.

miles spent his few minutes of break on composing himself as quick as can before she comes back from her hunt, "you know you can always quit dude. just tell my mom and she'll see how unteachable you are compared to the others.."

spider appears in his line of sight smiling at watching him suffer at the aftermath, groaning to even consider the thought in quiting.. not when he's close.

"give you the satisfaction? no way i'm doing that. quite frankly i am starting getting used to this and your pretty momma." he spits back to shut him up which works everytime he changes his cocky look to a displeased one.

"don't look at me like that kid, you were poking fun at me."

spider crosses his arms over his chest, "yeah that's funny but mentioning my mom isn't."

miles chuckles at his immaturity thinking that he'll be with her in the slightest.

i mean.. he does find her attractive. her face holds an immense grudge but once her walls are knocked down, she looks beautiful smiling and laughing whenever they mess up. when she's teaching him how to hold a bow, makes him look at her with a fierce personality and a passion for teaching her culture and lifestyle. the colonel only seen a small glimpse of her features.. like her eyes have a nice shade of vibrant yellow, her lips hold a blush of purple that suits her blue skin, her braided hair moving swiftly as she goes, the way she cares for spider in her motherly nature; even if he's human she holds him dear to her heart watching the love she gives to the boy.

the hardcore training is just the tip of the ice berg but with the their training and development on getting to know more of their culture and lifestyle.. he'll be able accomplish his goal soon.

he admits he admired her fierce personality and rude behavior because he's usually not the one receiving orders including punishment. no matter how much he got smacked, yelled, and punished he handled it professionally so he'd investigate on how she acts, the way she speaks, and how she comes off as.

miles dozed off when the snap of the kid's fingers brought him back to his senses as he is now sitting near where he laid.

spider's hesitant on asking the recom about something but in the end, "so you just woke up with the memories of the demon?"

"what?" he turns his attention back to him.

spider sighs, "did you wake up with the memories of that man? like that's all you know about yourself? no memories or anything that makes you different from him?"

the question he made is a good one. is that all he really knows? was he someone before the memories? he's thinking the last time his memories were suddenly input into his system as he suffers the consequence of questioning his identity. there's no recollection of who he was before he woke up. that is until-

those dreams he's had.

miles hasn't developed a head ache for a while now which is odd because they were down right painful.

"i guess no but there were dreams i've had about the forest." he explains as he moves his head to look up the sky.

"the forest? how? when-" spider spoke but got interrupted by him.

"i haven't born or ever been on pandora. i do not know, same thing i'm asking myself kid." miles sighs covering his face with his arm.

they stay in silence with no clue what else to say but spider did the talking again, "these dreams of the forest, what are they about?"

the recom thinks about what he dreamt about since he didn't have time and proper way of coping with such unknown thoughts he can't even mention in reports.

"i was running through the forest basically and that i barely noticed i was bare foot, let alone being in na'vi attire." this caught the boy's attention one hundred percent, "i just realized in it, i could manage a bow and was hunting."

"nah i don't believe dude! you managing a bow when you've sucked the whole day!" spider laughs at his confession loudly to embarrass miles.

miles grunts and sits up beside him, "ha ha ha. laugh it off squirt, have your little laugh off."

the boy wipes his fake tears regaining his composure after awhile, "okay i'm good now. so what else have you dreamt other than false information?"

miles glares at him for a second and places a hand under his chin, "from what i remember is a woman and a child. they were acting like if they were my family or something."

spider looks at him to see if he's lying and making stuff up to sway him into becoming close but there was no such sign.

the recom continues, "i don't know much but it seemed a happy family in my perspective. there are times i do have memories of human quaritch time to time when that dream vanishes but you can say it's a reminder about who i supposedly am. i was basically birth to do this. what do you think it means?"

the way he explained what he truly felt is a strange experience for the young boy to hear when the recom is the embodiment of his biological father. watching and hearing him be vulnerable for a moment pulls his heart string a bit. he sees what miles can't understand himself.

a confused recom born into this world with the memories who he should take revenge upon betray and disloyalty when he doesn't know the purpose of his life. born into someone that he thinks is him but not himself.

spider shrugs now acting mature in this kind of conversation, "to be honest.. i don't even know. i also had stranger dreams of a na'vi man being mated with my mother. i never seen so happy with someone. my mother may know something about these dreams because my grandmother is tsahik, they talk about these kind stuff. i can ask her."

miles nods in accepting the kid to find the information he needs for personal reason aside from finding jake sully's whereabouts. it doesn't hurt to find out what he's been wanting to find out more about himself and what his purpose is from what happened with the glowing jellyfish.

he had an idea to get closer to spider, "hey i've been meaning to ask your mom but i never got the chance since she seems she has it out for me," it earns him a genuine chuckle from the boy and shares a soft smile, "why does she call you say- saylkeyel cay? something along those words, i'm curious if that's your name?"

spider's eyes widen a bit at his question. it was so strange he manage to catch a small detail that as an enemy wouldn't take into account.

maybe- spider thinks maybe this miles quaritch is far different from the stories he's told by the omatikaya and jake.

he doesn't know where to begin, "it is my name. from what my mother told me is when guided by the great mother, an atorkirina led her where i was asleep at hell's gate and she saw me.. my mother basically didn't question her fate or hesitated in becoming a mother to a human child. she hated humans especially at the demon for causing so much pain and nightmares that she couldn't stand none of them when war was over. her hatred and resentment grew more in her heart."

miles listened carefully what can be useful for a future purpose and spider continues, "many thought eywa led her to her doom because of her hatred and spite against sky people but it was the complete opposite. she called me her syawn." the man picked up what it meant, "blessing."

the kid nods with a cute smile that ignites a sentimental sensation inside miles, "in the beginning she didn't like the idea of asking the help of humans to raise me but she decided it was the best she has knowledge on my growth and health that'll be safe for me to grow strong."

"i bet you looked really tiny in her arms." they laugh simultaneously that you see them carefully.. they were identical to a great extent.

ingyen watched afar of her son's interaction with the demon between the large leaves. her skills of hiding in silence helped her witness their alone time to an advantage if the demon was going to take action in manipulating her son.

but she saw for a second how lively seykxel shined brighter than a star when he was asked about himself. no disgust or fear in his entire life radiating off of another being.

"dude i was compared to a an animal called a kangaroo and her joey. the scientist showed me pictures because they thought it was cute on how i cling to her in a prrsmung." he shows how as a baby his mother took him everywhere.

they were like in their own little world that ingyen wished her son had someone to call a father because of her prise to choose someone who accepts her son just the way he is but it cant be him..

truly not in her years she sees the first someone genuinely interested in her son about himself would be a demon who appears as the sky demon but not entirely.

"then when she asked of my name, she disliked it because it wasn't unique and wouldn't have a strong meaning. seykxel is strength.. emotionally and spiritually as she intended on how i will be facing hard ships with the people accepting me as her son and omatikaya." he continues his explanation, "kay is from now in the future that can be combined together. seykxel kay. 'your strength from now in the future'. if your new it's complicated to understand but she chose this name to be meaningful. i guess i never saw that until i felt i would never se my momma again."

spider became vulnerable in front of someone other than his mother and kiri. ingyen never expected him to feel comfortable around the demon in sharing his feeling and thoughts in his life he kept inside long enough that to tell it to him.

miles didn't know how to react or how to respond but he does know this kid never had a father figure that he always wanted and his mother had to fill in the role so he'd be accepted. to the point he is wiping a tear away before it could fall down his face, "but now I have her here with me. she must've felt at a loss when i couldn't go back. thanks by the way for torturing my mother without me," he sarcastically says and quaritch rolls his eyes, "either way we're stuck here with you and planning to kill you at some point."

miles laughs, "you killing me kid? i bet you don't know hand to hand combat."

"hell yeah i can cuz! jake taught me what was taught to me."

"hah! sully learned that shit from me so it is my training. i have to knock in some sense into you brat. see if you are capable landing a punch on me." he nudges him with his elbow, leaning half way to his shoulders.

the young boy pushes with all his strength barely moving the recom sitting stiff. ingyen smiles at their interaction but keeps in mind that he plays mind games to gain what he needs most from them.

for now she'll let her boy be a child that need acceptance from someone who willingly heard him and sees him.

she knows the demon doesn't know the concept of 'i see you' in their culture but she can teach him into becoming someone far different than who he's suppose to be. she just wants to go home with her son away from war, in that case she will try accepting this demon into learning their lifestyle.

ingyen disappears into the woods to not alert their instincts and come back to seem she never heard their conversation.

she is rethinking her mother's words wisely before her son was taken.

"sa'nok i've been experiencing these dreams of a man. a man i do not know or familiar with because nobody here has the exact image. no long hair, small ears, five fingers that are touching me and looking at me with admiration. we act like mates in what i dream and i am frighten by what it'll mean for me and seykxel. what do i do mother? what does it mean?"

mo'at experiences in this kind of field where one dreams of another at where they could possibly meet or their destiny even when they have never met.

her mother knows something is upon her daughter and her grandson. she takes a deep breath before she spoke, "'ite, what is upon you you choose what is right and whatever the path you are lead to, helps you in what you're looking for. what seykxel desires in his life. there's someone waiting for you both."

ingyen now is frantic what got her mother to the conclusion of finding what she was looking for as someone was waiting.

she didn't need anything else other than her child. and this someone she doesn't know, are they looking for them as well?

mo'at continues, "my child. there is someone who changes your life for better or worse it's what you want and decide in accepting this person. in their downfall, mistakes, and sins. whether it be demon or not, it's what the great mother chooses. the sign she gives is what has been waiting to be searched for a long time but there is darkness upon this person. that is all i can say." she pecks her daughter's head and creases her face.

"and if it affects my son. mother i don't what i i'll do if something were to happen to him." she starts to tear up and her lips wobble at imagining her seykxel in any kind of pain.

"then choose how you act on it my daughter. there are mistakes to be made other wise how would the great mother balance the way of life." she explains playing with her hair for comfort.

her mother was right.

how she approaches these challenges and obstacles are the balance eywa measures within us.

if her son choose his own path then it's something she'll accept as a mother.

she can't shake off the idea of the demon being the possible mate she chooses because out all the bachelors to choose from.. it can be the sins of the devil.

all of them were aware of their coincidental dreams but none of them want to go specifically into detail in any case something happens or doesn't. depends on what they chose and how they react to such vivid memories.

...

after some time miles returns with spider bumping into each other like friends to see who's stronger. of course miles was by a long shot knocking him into a couple of plants on the way and left leaves in his hair as evidence at their childish play.

they see ingyen in a distance cutting the animal in focus to prepare the meal correctly. spider runs to her, ready to help in anything she will need.

"oel ngati kameie sa'nok." he motions the greeting and she does it back with her kind smile. i see you mom.

"fyape aynga lu ma'ite? nga tìsop nìltsan?" she questions on his weird, euphoric behavior. how you been my son? your adventure went well?

"säro'a. miles kar oe tsyokx wä' tsukfäru!" he shows a pretend move against nothing in front of him to show off his skills. it was great. miles taught me hand to hand combat skills.

she giggles watching him be a child again with everything going on. nothing can defeat the flame within him.

she tells him she needs a few things in the forest for the meal. he happily obliged to help her in anything possible.

as he made his venture out alone, miles watch him disappear in the depths of the forest, "you think it's fine he goes alone in the forest?"

she scoffs at his worrisome, "he is a mighty warrior. he is my son. i am his mother. this is his home and it's where he belongs. he knows his way around and if he was in any kind of danger i can get there. i found him and you in a day."

miles squats to her level on the ground and reaches a hand out under her chin since she keeps avoiding eye contact, "seems to me you are an overprotective mamas but you give whatever the kid wants, darling."

she hisses a warning, shrugging off his touch, "of course i am. i am his mother."

he sighs knowing he won't get nowhere with how she acts and does his thing again. grabbing her chin gently to move her attention towards him as he gets close to her, face to face.

he knows he's not repulsive when it comes to appearance and is physically fit making him think how can she resists. he has charm to the authority he radiates within him. there's gotta be a way to sway her heart.

"yeah you did found me and him. what else did you find?" his low sultry voice made her heart a bit tingly but disguised it with a blatant look.

"a son of a bitch." ingyen spits back showing off her fangs in a threatening manner.

miles smirks, "bet those little fangs of yours can give me a heck of a bite like your dirty mouth. right, cupcake?"

she slaps it away clearly showing disgust. before she responds her son comes back with the tools his mom needed with a huge smile.

talk about right timing. miles thought looking smuggling towards her.

her eyes tell him that when they're alone.. he's dead meat like the animal she's skinning.

thinking how this woman is the one in his dreams has him question some stuff that are unanswered. just as spider said about a na'vi man mated with his mother.

he wonders in asking her at the right time because she still seems hostile and closed off to goof off a bit but it makes her unique to him.

what do you think your doing boy? use the kid against her?!

huh? who is it? is it the same voice?

seems you forgotten your place as colonel, soldier?

miles is getting the severe head aches once again. his vision starts getting blurry seeing a blurry image of a man. a human.

the human stood there in military attire staring in his direction.

you haven't got soft have you? is this pathetic savage and boy getting you butterflies and rainbows? no!

why are you holding back?!

holding back.. you mean ingyen and spider? i don't know what you mean? who are you?

you are me and i am you. do what you born to do!

it irritated him how much he keeps hearing that voice constantly. like a virus fighting its way to spread through his body. poison him into it's bidding every time he speaks.

are you tormented by memories my child? a soft and influential voice spoke. miles felt torn between everything. the woman and spider. human quaritch's voice and memories torturing his mind.. manipulating. now another figure or something.

ingyen observes how quickly he changed the way he act a second ago. she feels this intense vibe or curse weighing on this demon battling his inner self.

spider felt his mother's aura full of overwhelmed emotions as she carefully watches over the recom, gripping his head with heavy breath, ears pressed back, and tail swaying in anguish.

spider goes to stand in front of him and place his small hand on his arm for comfort. in response, miles looks at him with eyes full of hesitancy, misery, enragement and doubtful expression he can't manage to tell.

ingyen drops her resilience to join her son to condolence the demon. both of their touch slowly decelerates his heart beat and regains his senses but there is still doubt and immense fear in his eyes. it kind of hurts the mother, she goes as far as bringing him into her arms, pulling her son in as well.

she doesn't know why she's doing it for his sake but there's a curse among him that haunts his day to day life. she's noticed his change when he enters into this state.

the three stayed in silent.

miles close his eyes, taking deep breaths to regain his conscious, and does what he can on making the figure of human quaritch disappear for a while.

ingyen somehow thought of petting his head slowly and started to hum of a lullaby her mother sung to her child self.

little one, do not fear

for i am here, just let go

let your worries disappear

you are everything to me

here i stay

release your fears and nightmares

as i cradle you in my arms

close your eyes and take a breath

feel the love and joy i see

i am here to see that precious smile

brighter than the stars

i see you little one

for i am to protect you

daughter of mine

the mother repeats the melody in hopes of calming the demon which in the end actually worked since her son hums along. miles goes to grab onto each hand and rubs their knuckles.

as soon as he recovered he looks at ingyen, thanking her with his eyes. communicating with one look says it all.

spider watches the moment closely how they give each other the look of sincerity displayed. it's different than how they usually show their own character.

his mama never gave someone a gentle, concern expression.. much less a man who's tried flirting with her and teased her on many occasions.

miles was a different story. the young boy witnessed different scenarios when miles acted different than who he met on the first day. one moment he's a colonel doing what he thinks is right and ordered to do. an intelligent bio weapon the humans rely onto completing what they should've in the beginning. a lost na'vi with the memories of the demon haunting him to influence his choices. someone with a resemblance of his biological father who was never there in the beginning, is acting like they were buddies since the beginning.

he's conflicted with the variety of miles in his eyes that he believes there's only one that can determine the truth of miles identity.

just as the emotional moment slowly died in a pregnant silence, ingyen moves her body away from the demon with her son following.

"you seem to have calm down." she says trying to avoid eye contact again, "i have to prepare our food for the night. i will see you with your friends."

ingyen excused herself and walks where her prey was to take back to camp where the other recoms are. miles and spider stay in their silent bubble trying to grasp what has happened.

"are you feeling alright?" spider asks with eccentricity.

miles nods, "yes it's something that stuck ever since so i'm figuring out what's causing this when it's reoccurring for me. i have to report it back at bridgehead city of my condition. bummer delivering the bad news, both of you have to come with us."

the boy whistled a long one rocking side to side, "my momma is not gonna like this one."

the man chuckles, "yeah. you are right in something."

"you gonna tell her now?"

the recom sighs readies himself before he interacts with the na'vi woman, "have to."

eclipse has started to set in the night sky as everyone prepared their bedding on the trees.

ingyen is set to lay down with her boy when the colonel appears behind her, along his presence known.

he fake coughs to catch her attention which she took her time to look back at him, "yes?"

"i need a word with you, sweetheart." he turns where he'll lead her to a secluded area to talk privately. she tilts her to side at his awkwardness but pushed it behind her as she pecks her son's forehead and a whisper prayer.

she smiles fixing his hair and leaves him to rest to talk with the demon. the recoms all watch this happen until they can not be seen and zdog decided to release the tension.

"so how much we betting that one of them falls for the other? i'm putting two hundred colonel does first."

the recoms choked on their last bit of food and with a croaking voice mansk rebuttals, "what the hell are you on about z? we're on a mission and you seem to forget she and the kid are sully's allies."

"yeah but doesn't hurt a little complicated romance waiting to build. the classical forbidden romance. have you seen how the colonel looks at her!"

brown shrugs, "i'm betting four if ingyen turns smitten for him. she may look as if she can't tolerate and wants him dead but there's care in her heart. she told me my balance was off by tilted my arm this way and it worked! she says i am getting there to earn my ikran."

"i'm putting eight hundred if both of them fall at the same time!" lyle states loudly eating his last bit of meat which shocked the recoms at his theory.

"that's certainly impossible wainfleet. it looks like a one sided if we're speaking on facts." mansk rebuttals.

zdog scoffs, "as if you know women. i know my girl better than anybody."

meanwhile the recoms are discussing among themselves on their bets, miles and ingyen reached where it was far from the group.

"look cupcake, i know you're not fond of us or the humans but we're gonna have to take you with us. i have to be checked on and we can't just let you go." miles explains seeing how she didn't take it lightly.

"me and seykxel are not going to that place." she plainly says to get her point across.

miles sighs knowing it's not going to be an easy task in convincing her, "well sweetheart agree to disagree whether you want to or not, you're comin'."

she hisses at him displeased at his response.

"i get who you're trying to protect but it's risky enough spider has a mask with a tracker on it and if you take him, it'll lead us right where your home is," he holds her arms to think straight of what he's saying, "i promise with me around, nobody won't touch you or the kid."

her ears perk up at his offer to keep them out of reach from harm.

"i can not forgive what they done to my boy.. he is a child. why use innocent children to gain what you need?" she gasps in between breaths, rage filling her body to even think they'd use a kid to manipulate the situation.

"i'm asking myself the same thing but i guarantee that you'll be close to where i'm at. just follow what i tell you and everything is fine."

she hesitates, "if they hurt seykxel i will kill all of them. i swear to end you for not holding what you are promising-" miles interrupts her declaration of slaughter on those she calls demons in her eyes, "they won't touch him and you. not a single fingertip doll."

he seemed true to his words by the way he looks at her and in his voice with determination. she doesn't know why in her heart she's going to believe the vivid memories of the very demon who took everything from her and her people.

there's a battle between the now and past. both have a role in her life changing how she acts and how she lives with her life. by seeing this demon telling how her what could be empty promises.. has her thinking differently about him.

her eyes keeping searching for an answer in his manipulation tactics to trust him and give into his sins.

through his eyes... there was only promising.

they only known each other for a couple of days but somewhere along being stuck.. both of them have the impression they'll get along some day that is destined by these dreams.

they for sure want avoiding in and hesitate when the time comes of war because in the end... no one wins.

it'll be their doom if it counts a face off and they have a choice of choosing in their belief and motivation, ingyen saving and defending her home from the sky people's return for her son. as for miles, all he knows is jake sully betrayed the man who's memories engraved in his system and nothing else. he can't acknowledge himself because of the sole purpose of being created as back up in case the humans didn't accomplish what they were sent here for.

they met at a wrong time.

for sure there's nothing they could do about it but live how life is goin right now and prepare for the worst.

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CHAPTER 1: THE SIMPLETON; YOU.

"accept calls from strangers."

You are a hard-working citizen, you are straightforward, diligent, focused, and most of all. You don’t take anyone’s shit.

Since a young age, you harbored grand aspirations of collaborating with the renowned hero Dynamight. Even during your high school years, witnessing the fledgling hero proclaims his ambition to become the top hero to millions of viewers on live national television deeply resonated with you.

He was a hero you admired deeply, whether that was in combat or in any other position.

Driven by an intense desire to be in close proximity to the fiery and passionate hero, you applied yourself with unwavering diligence. Night after night, you immersed yourself in rigorous study, methodically reviewing each cue card until the ink was exhausted and the pencils were rendered brittle from the forceful strokes onto your notebook.

Before you knew it, you graduated college majoring in hero analysis with a minor in communications.

the first few years after college were hard, without any significant connections, you had little to no experience beforehand to get any major positions in well-affiliated agencies.

Pizza for breakfast and granola bars for dinner, staying up for days and sleeping fewer nights. Going to countless amounts of intervals, passing trial after trial.

yet denied, denied, denied.

you began to lose hope, you felt that all the hard work you did was for nothing. You were fearful of the eventual future set in place for you. A dead-end office job at some random corporate office that could barely pay the bills, "comfortable" housing, and an urge to die because you never lived up to your expectations.

On a rain-soaked day in Japan, a biting chill permeated the air as the relentless downpour battered your umbrella, the droplets cascading off its surface with effortless ease. As you made your way from yet another failed interview, the weight of repeated rejection hung heavily upon you.

This time, however, you didn't feel particularly upset about it. The hero's demands were simply unreasonable, and you had no intention of acquiescing to such outlandish requests. After all, the hero's accomplishments were hardly noteworthy and their reputation was far from impressive. Barely reaching the top 100 rated heroes in Japan, he wasn’t worth any second of your time.

With a resigned sigh, you trudged out into the bustling streets of Japan, surveying the sea of faces before you with a critical eye. Among the throngs of people passing by, you observed carefree children strolling hand in hand with their parents, and trendy teens sporting high-waisted shorts and fishnet stockings, flaunting their disregard for the curfew that surely awaited them.

The distinction between the two groups of people made you notice something, you either abide by the rules or defied them. So then what were you?

You were the simpleton of course, sadly...

Like so many others trudging along these rain-soaked streets, you found yourself caught up in the unrelenting hustle to secure a job that would never truly fulfill you. Your expression was weighed down by the burden of this unending search, with a heavy heart and a growl in your stomach. you absentmindedly made your way into a nearby ramen shop.

the chill of the rain subsides to the warm embrace of the restaurant. Bustling voices of citizens and the loud clanks of kitchenware. you were greeted by the workers and you bowed.

setting your things down at an absent table, you look over to the ordering tablet. clicking a couple of buttons, you ordered your meal. Before you could sulk in your seat, your phone buzzes.

Jolting in surprise, you pick up the phone to read the contact name:

UA WORKFORCE CORP.

Your eyes lit up with unbridled joy and a rush of adrenaline surged through your body. The reason for this sudden surge of excitement was none other than the prospect of being selected as a trainee with UA Corporations, whether it be through the prestigious school or one of the legendary hero agencies affiliated with it. It all began last year when you submitted your application, and the possibility of this dream finally becoming a reality now had you feeling electrified.

Around a couple of months, you've passed through multiple rounds of other people who have applied for the position. Interview after interview, test after test, you knew that if you got the job you'd be on the track that led you to your dream.

"hello!" you said excitedly.

"yes, hello, is this l/n y/n?" a woman says on the other end of the line. You quickly confirm your identity with the woman. "hello there, I'm here to give you acknowledgment of the results of the final round pick for the UA CORP. affiliates position." the woman's voice rang through your phone, heart beating fast...breath staggered your reply.

"y-yes?" you stuttered.

"Yes, l/n, I'm sorry to inform you--"

[CALL ENDED]

With a swift press of a button, you ended the call, tears streaming down your face as you lowered your head to the table. Your body was wracked with sobs, each tear that fell causing your breath to catch in your throat.

why are you not good enough?

As the weight of reality bore down on you, your tears flowed even harder, your throat constricting as you tried to swallow. Was all your hard work for so reason? Are your dreams non-attainable? Is this just not the past you're destined to take?

After a moment, you sat back up in your seat, heedless of the tears and makeup staining your white button-down shirt. With red-rimmed eyes, you reached for your phone and began to scroll through Google, determined to find some sort of solution to the crushing blow you had just been dealt.

'office jobs near me.'

biting your lip, you try and stop your lip from quivering. you felt as if you were destined for despair since you were a child.

Like so many others, you too idolized heroes when you were a child, running around your house with makeshift masks and capes that resembled the same heroes you watched on TV. Full of youthful hope and possessing a fairly decent quirk, you dreamed of one day joining the ranks of these legendary figures.

Fast forward a few years, and you found yourself in middle school. After a long day of classes, you trudged your way back home, collapsed onto your bed, and drifted off into a deep sleep, ready to take on whatever the next day had in store for you.

but the only thing is, you didn't wake up.

you didn't wake up for another three days to be exact. when you finally awoke in the hospital, your parent broke the news to you. You seemed to catch a very rare parasite, this parasite can leave the host sickly with fever, very drowsy, and worst of all...

quirkless.

The following week at school, you shared the news with your classmates: you were essentially quirkless now. But instead of receiving words of encouragement and hope, you found yourself labeled an outcast by everyone around you.

"the girl who lived, but at the cost of her quirk."

Years later, the news still shook you to your core, and you couldn't help but feel stunned. present day, you've noticed that you could still use your quirk from time to time. around 10 times a year, your quirk would come and go in little spurts. but as time grew long, you became accustomed to not using it for a long time, so you never did.

so now here you were, alone, quirkless, and a soon to be slave to the corporate world.

cheeks stained with mascara, eyes red, and head pounding, you look over to the ordering tray, sliding out the hot ramen ready to be consumed.

"at least this ramen can make me feel better," you mumbled to yourself. Taking the large bowl from the tray, you set it out on the table and began to dig in.

As you eat, you begin to scroll ok your phone looking for regular office jobs…

Manager at printing company? No.

Office associates needed at tech company? No.

Receptionist at steel company? No way.

Senior communications analyst? What?

Scroll, scroll, scroll.

Deny, deny, deny!

This can’t be your reality right? How are you going to break this down to your parents?

Deep in thought, you didn’t even realize that someone slid in your booth. Tapping away on your phone, you open your messages.

Group chat: Mom & Dad

you: hanging in there! So close!

letting out a sigh, you open the camera app. Looking at the screen you see yourself, torn up from the floor up. Eyes a faint pink contrasting from the red they were a few moments beforehand. Pressing your lips together into a line, you quickly tap your screen to flip your camera.

Flipping your camera, you stare at the screen. A man appears on the other side, as he looks at the camera in embarrassment.

Eyes widening you gasp, “Excuse me, but there’s other seats around,” you try to sound as nice as possible, but why should you be nice if today hasn’t been so nice to you back?

The man was covered in black from head to toe, black hood on tight, as he looks at you. Black-shaded glasses and a matching face mask on him.

“Um, can I sit with you please?” He says.

Rolling your eyes, you become irritated, “no. now if you can please move–“

“Please, I can’t sit alone, people will notice me!” He whispers, body leaning in towards you, jolting backward, you frown in confusion.

“What?” You say, tone cold and filled with irritancy.

“Um…listen this is the only time I’ve got to myself, and I love this place! And if people see me alone then they’ll notice me, so can I just please sit with you?”

Blinking rapidly, you grew quiet.

Looking around, you see no one looking toward you or the mysterious man ahead of you. Looking back, you then sink into your seat. Grabbing your face with your hands, you soon let out a deep sigh.

“Sure, fuck it, go ahead, this day can’t possibly get any worse!” You laugh to yourself. This makes the man’s head tilt.

“May I ask why your day is bad?” He says. Removing your hands from your face you give him a deadpan look. Licking your lips you sit up from your chair and grab your utensils.

Stirring your noodles around you let out a dry chuckle, “Let’s just say things never go the way I want them to—and there’s also a random man in front of my face when I could really like being alone at the moment…the small things.”

You say, sarcasm drenched with every word you spoke. This makes the man laugh, “Sorry your day has been shit.”

Leaning into his seat, you crossed his arms. “Maybe I can make your day better? Go ahead, have at me,” the man says.

Letting out an irritated sigh, you confess.

“The only thing that can make me happy at the moment, is if you can somehow give me a job at UA Corp.”

You chuckle, the utter impossibility of what you just said made it humorous. “Really?” The man says. “Really,” you replied back.

“I think I can do that,” he says, his tone relaxed and suave—he sounds as if he can in fact…do that.

“As if,” you snort.

“You wanna make it a bet?” He says, his tone was playful and a tad bit flirtatious. “I can get you to work for the top pro-hero’s in the country, all I need to do is make the call.” He says as every word falls off his tongue with no effort.

This peaks your interests.

“You don’t say?” you reply back.

“Who do you want to work for sweetheart? Just give me any name.” He says.

“Okay…Dynamight, I—I want to become a secretary! That’s the position!” You say, your tone desperate and hopeful.

The man smirks behind his mask, “Okay.” Pulling out his phone, he hands it to you. “Give me your number, you’ll be getting a call soon.” He says, biting your lip you grab the phone and do as he says.

You're well aware of the dangers of blindly accepting what strangers say; it's like common sense 101. And yet, here you are, drawn towards a man who's covered in black from head to toe. It's not the smartest move, but there's just something about him that makes you want to place your faith in him. You can't quite put your finger on it - maybe it's the intensity of his gaze, or the air of mystery surrounding him - but you can't help but feel a strange attraction towards him. It's a risky move, but sometimes you just have to trust your gut, even if it defies all reason.

“Do you promise?” You spoke softly, this earns a chuckle out of the man, “Of course! You’re making a deal with a god—not a devil.”

As you gaze into the stranger's dark eyes, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. There's something about him that doesn't sit right, and whatever god he may or may not represent, he's not exactly acting like one. But despite your reservations, you continue to chat with him, and as the conversation flows, you begin to let your guard down. Eventually, you find yourself sinking back into your seat, pouting slightly as you polish off the rest of your meal. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's just something about this mysterious man that's drawing you in, despite all the warning signs.

You're not quite sure how to process the choices you've made, given how impulsive they were. It's not exactly the wisest decision to act on a whim fueled by intense emotions, but you simply didn't give a damn. Life's been pretty rough lately, and if things are already this bad, then why not make them even worse? That seems to be your thought process, as you ride the waves of your tumultuous feelings, consequences be damned.

throwing your utensils into the empty bowl, you gather your things and shuffle out of the booth. Standing before the mysterious man, you frown. "are you going to eat anything?" you ask.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna eat somewhere else...you've made me have a taste for something else." Soon, the man jumps out of his seat and walks away, brushing past your shoulder with ease.

Astonished, you look back and watch the man leave out the restaurant in a hurry.

What just happened?

for the rest of the day, you carried yourself through your regular routine. eat, think, cry, repeat. As day turned to noon, and noon falls tonight...you grew anxious for a reply from the mysterious man you met earlier today. Heart pounding and blood running cold you sit in your apartment kitchen, your phone a couple of feet away from you on the kitchen counter. As you were sitting on the other side, the wooden chair creaked with every movement you made.

You didn't know what to think of the situation before you, looking around the apartment, the shadows grew as you fell deeper into the times of night. Looking at the clock, it read 10:39pm.

Letting out a sigh, you rise from your seat and grab your phone. you head into your bedroom, crashing onto your bed (that could be softer) you lay and stare at the ceiling.

"Is this my life now?" you questioned yourself.

You purse your lips and shut your eyes tight, hoping to drift off into slumber and escape the terrible day that's left you feeling like crap. Sleep seems like the perfect distraction - a chance to shut out the world and forget all the stress and negativity that's been weighing you down. With a deep breath, you try to clear your mind and let yourself sink into the warm embrace of sleep, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RING

the sounds of your phone sound an alarm through your body, shooting up from your bed you scramble to your phone. breath staggered and heart pounding, you reach for your phone and read the contact number.

ANONONYMUS CALLER

eyeing the phone more, you read the time. 5:57am? It's way too early to be answering calls...but you knew this call could be important. Taking in a deep breath, you answer the phone.

"h-hello?" you say, you breathed hard onto the other end. Anticipating the voice on the other end of the phone. A moment has passed by, the phone still attached to your ear, you sit on your bed waiting for someone to speak.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" you ask again, you hear nothing but static on the other end. Swallowing your spit, you curse and begin to end the call.

"l/n, isn't it?" a familiar voice rang out, eyes widening you press your ear back onto the phone. "yes! This is she!" you softly exclaimed.

"you've got the job, I'm sending you the location of where you need to be...meet me there at 8:30am sharp not a minute before, not a minute after. Do you understand me?" the voice rang cold, monotone, and raspy.

your heart was jumping out of your skeleton at this point, unable to refuse, you complied. "Okay! Thank you again, for helping me...whoever you are," you say.

"Don't mention it, you'll know who I am, and soon everything will fall into place," maybe you were hearing things, but you could hear a twinge of humor in his tone.

before you could reply, the phone disconnected from the call. you couldn't believe it. "I'm working for Dynamight?" you say aloud, in disbelief. A smile etched onto your face, but you soon wiped it off.

Standing from your bed, you began to pace. "let's not celebrate now y/n, there are still many factors that need to be noticed..."

factors which are:

where is this location?

this could be a trafficking scam

you could be dead in a couple of hours

but what if it was real?

The power of belief was astounding - it seemed that the mere possibility of something being real outweighed all other considerations tenfold. Excitement bubbled up inside you as you prepared to head to the location, eagerly zooming around your room to fix your hair and makeup. You even practiced your best customer service voice, running through lines and mentally rehearsing how you would handle different scenarios. All that mattered was making a good impression, and the prospect of the unknown made your heart race with anticipation.

"How can I help you Mr. Dynamight?" "Your meeting is scheduled at this time Mr. Dynamight" "Would you like any coffee Mr. Dynamight?" you in your sweetest voice possible. Giggling in excitement you reach for the bottom drawer of your dresser.

Pulling the drawer, you smile with excitement. "The time has come, you're finally getting what you deserve." Looking down at the clothes before you, you planned on wearing this outfit for the first day on the job.

You expected to find your outfit covered in cobwebs when you pulled it out of the drawer, but to your surprise, it was in impeccable condition. Not a single wrinkle marred the pristine fabric, and there wasn't a single stain to be found. You had ironed and steamed everything to perfection, determined to look your absolute best. Your outfit was the epitome of sophistication - a classic white button-down paired with sleek black work pants and matching heels. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you admired yourself in the mirror, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead.

throwing your clothes on, you read the clock, 7:51am. eyes widening, you look at yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your things and rushing out the door.

flagging down a taxi, you hurriedly give the driver the location. your heart leaped from your chest once more when you read the location details on the screen.

DYNAMIGHT RIOT HERO AGENCY ©

this is seriously happening? you thought to yourself.

"you work there ma'am?" the taxi driver asks. a new rush of pride washes over you, "yes, I do...it's my first day." you say, a shy smile paints over your face. "congrats, I heard it's not so easy getting a job at places like that, my niece tried to work there but got denied after 2 years of interviews."

"wow," was the only word that could come out of your lips.

"how'd you get in? connections?" he pries. "um...you could say that, but I think I got here out of pure luck, you wouldn't believe it." You chuckle, the man smacks his lips at your reply, obviously upset at your success. Forming your mouth into an "oh," you sit back in your seat and look away from the man.

The silence between you and the man lingered awkwardly for what felt like an eternity, as the taxi sped on for the next 20 minutes. You were relieved to finally see the agency's headquarters looming up ahead, massive in size and bold in color. The building stood tall, almost like a skyscraper, with bright hues of red and orange radiating from its walls. Your eyes widened in amazement as you watched countless people streaming in and out of the entrance, going about their day-to-day business. As the taxi slowed to a stop, the driver tried to navigate his way toward the front of the building, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and nervousness at what lay ahead.

"thank you!" before the taxi could even stop, you jump out of the vehicle. Throwing your total amount for the ride into the car, you slam the door and rush towards the building. Clutching your briefcase tight, you swallow the lump in your throat.

Before stepping forward, you feel your phone vibrate. It's another text from the man you met yesterday.

ANONYMOUS:

walk into the building and head straight into the right elevator by the bathroom, when you get in go to the 21st floor.

when you get there, there will be a front desk. ask for red. tell them your name, and they'll know who you are.

a lady will lead you into a room, wait there until further notice.

"here goes nothing," putting the phone away you do as you were told and walk into the building. you were absolutely astonished by the size of the first floor, to the point where you became overwhelmed. businessmen and woman hustling to their destination, mascots dancing to the faint music, trying to stay on the beat but the sound of children screaming in amusement drown out the tempo. tour guides leading the way for curious visitors.

this place was a workplace war zone...

letting your heels carry you away, you head towards said elevators. you waited patiently in line to enter the elevator. looking at the elevators, you look at the vinyl art on it. It's a picture of Dynamight and his partner Red Riot, fists in the air and victorious smiles shining bright you read the quote on the elevator.

"work hard, grab victory by the throat, and win!"

very Dynamight coded, you'll say.

packing into the elevator like sardines, you notice there's an assistant there who presses the buttons. Do they seriously need a position like that here? "Floor 21 please!" you yell out. You notice the multiple workers give you an unreadable look, frowning you hang your head low in embarrassment.

after a good 3 minutes of waiting your turn, you finally reach your designated floor. squishing past the still rather large group of people, you take in a deep breath of fresh air. Holding your briefcase tight, you look back and thank the assistant.

"good luck, you'll need it," the assistant and everyone else in the elevator starts to burst into a fit of laughter. confused, you were about to ask why but the elevator quickly closed. adjusting your uniform, you bite the inside of your cheek.

"don't let them get to you y/n, this is your dream," you reassure yourself, stepping towards the front desk. you see a lady, her mid-forties at least. typing rapidly at her computer. "Excuse me, ma'am," you say softly, you watch as the lady's typing comes to a swift halt.

"yes?" she says, rather rudely, still looking at her computer.

blinking, a little bit held back from shock "Hi, I'm here to see Red? I-I'm l/n y/n." the lady soon lets out a chuckle, turning away from you, she opens up a drawer and pulls out a paper. pulling at the paper, she grabs a pen and writes your name down and hands you a name tag sticker.

As you examined the sticker more closely, you couldn't help but cringe at its childish design. Tiny caricatures of pro-heroes adorned the borders of the "Hi, my name is!" label, and you felt a pang of embarrassment as you peeled it off and quickly slapped it onto the left side of your chest, right over your heart. It was a small gesture, but it hurt your pride to have to wear something so unprofessional.

"Please walk into that room over there...and also, word of advice, you should start wearing all black," the lady smirks, taking her hands and running them down her body. showing you that she is in fact, wearing all black.

looking down at your white shirt, you face heats up from your embarrassment. "may I ask why?" you say. The lady continues to do her work, not even giving you a look of acknowledgement.

nodding, you give a polite bow and head into the waiting room. As you walk into the room, you're filled with shock. the room was quite large...but there was only one seat? Deadpan in the middle of the room, the metal chair sits unharmed. you laugh out of nervousness, the sight of the chair makes the embarrassment you felt merely seconds ago wash away.

walking to the seat, you sit and patiently wait. The sound of the fluorescent lights buzzing, at the white noise, fills your eardrums. you quietly tapped your fingertips against your briefcase to the imaginary beat in your head. looking around, all you see is the grey carpeting and white walls, and the tv straight ahead of you.

you waited for a good 30 minutes in silence, distracting yourself on your phone as you waited, and waited, and waited. You constantly kept checking your messages, hoping for another anonymous message. but was left with a dry phone.

letting out a sigh, you frown. "is this some joke?" looking around the room, you spot a security camera behind you in the corner of the room. it's blinking red light flashing into your eyes, turning around you ponder to yourself.

"This must be a joke, that's why everyone has been laughing at me this whole time. I should've never come here," defeated, you began to gather your things. As you stood up to head for the door, the lights soon cut off. you let out a yelp, hands extending out towards the chair, and you sit back down.

the tv you saw soon cuts on, a bright white screen shines and takes over the whole room.

"WELCOME L/N Y/N!" the screen says blankly, the text blinking on and off, if this was supposed to invoke excitement, it's doing the bare minimum. you stare at the screen and wait for anything else, but the screen soon goes black. another minute in the dark passes by as you sit in your seat absolutely dumbfounded.

the screen turns on again, this time there's faint music sounding from it. soon you see a random person on the screen, probably a paid actor. "hello there fellow newbie! Welcome to Dynamight Riot Hero's Headquarters! Today, I'll be with you along the ride as we both become secretaries!" the actress, obviously way too happy to be here inquiries.

after watching the 10-minute-long do's and don't's video, the screen blinks to white again. squinting your eyes at the right light, the black sans serif font shows on the screen again.

KEY REMINDERS:

DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE A SECRETARY!

BE A GOOD WORKER!

ALWAYS BE ON TIME!

AND MOST OF ALL: WORD HARD!!

soon after the screen, turns off. a couple of seconds do by and the room lights flash back on, covering your eyes so that you don't get flash-banged for the fifteenth time. eyes still covered, you hear a door open and footsteps walk towards you.

uncovering your eyes, you look towards the floor to adjust to the bright white lighting. "so sorry, just give me a second!" you nervously chuckle. "don't worry, take your time!" the voice says politely.

wait, that voice.

it's the man you saw yesterday. your hand soon uncovers your eyes and you look up. "it's you-" eyes shooting wide, your hand flings to your mouth.

Red Riot?

"ah, guilty as charged! Happy to see me and not some creep aren't ya? You really need to have a better guard, I could've just been anybody!" he laughs.

a frown soon comes towards your face, "so you were the guy at the ramen restaurant? Why the hell was you there?" you growl. The pro-hero frowns playfully at your attitude.

"tone, little miss. that isn't a way to talk to your new boss. you know I thought we let in a complete stranger, you look so different when your face isn't soaked with tears and runny mascara." he jabs at you with a mischievous grin.

"What? Boss? Dynamight's my boss!" you argue. Red Riot rolls his eyes at your words, "Last time I checked my name is out on that building and in that shitty little video you just watched. and you're gonna wish you worked for me and instead of him by the time this day goes by."

your frown never left your lips, "can we start now?" you say.

"Sure! right this way!" he says, walking away from you, you hurriedly grab your bags and walk alongside him. before you could reach the door. the hero turns and blocks your way from seeing the other side.

"Also, um...wear all black next time." he says, his eyes travel down your figure, and you bite your lips in embarrassment. "why?" you ask. "Because it is a thing we do here, we want everyone to be seen as equals to us, we are all people here at the end of the day, hence we all wear the same thing. Plus, it's because we say so and it looks cool." he chuckles to himself at his last words, turning around he walks away.

As you walked into the office setting, you couldn't help but feel a sense of shock and disbelief. Everywhere you looked, it seemed like the people around you were robots going about their tasks with mechanical precision. Everyone wore the same drab black outfits, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of strange joke.

The more you walked, you could feel the eyes of the other employees snapping toward you, their stifled chuckles and whispers following you with every step. It was as if they were all in on some kind of inside joke, and you couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this strange, black-button-down world.

As Red Riot led you around the office, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. Here you were, walking alongside one of the most legendary heroes of all time. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening - that you were standing in the same room as Red Riot himself. Despite your nerves, you couldn't stop smiling as you walked, eagerly listening to every word that he had to say. It was as if you were soaking up every moment of this incredible experience, committing it all to memory so that you could remember it forever. As you continued to explore the office, you knew that this was a moment that you would never forget.

"And here's our final stop! The boss's office, the one and only Dynamight's quarters" he says. "you'll be in and out of here often, so get ready for that," he chuckles. you quickly nod at his words, "before I let you in this room, do you have any questions?" he asks.

you shake your head no, licking your lips you look forward at the doors. The golden plate shined brightly as it read his name:

PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT: かつき ばくご

"Alright then!" soon, the hero bangs on the door. "see you around, fresh meat! by the way, cute sticker" he laughs, walking away from you. You were left standing in shock, did he just leave you here all alone?

"Come in," you hear a voice say. eyes snapping towards the door. You let out a shaky breath. Grabbing the door handle you slowly twist. "don't be a pussy y/n, you wanted this!" you whisper to yourself. Pushing the door open, words couldn't express the emotions you felt at this moment. Looking at your one and only inspiration in front of you, in all his glory.

Dynamight!

The sun was rising outside, casting a golden light over the room and illuminating the blond hair of the number one hero. As he looked into your eyes, you couldn't help but notice the way that his amber irises seemed to glow in the light. It was as if he was lit from within, radiating power and confidence. You took a quick glance at his attire and noticed that he was wearing a simple black shirt and matching sweatpants. It wasn't exactly business casual, but who were you to judge? This man was the number one hero, after all. He could walk in wearing a clown suit and you wouldn't bat an eyelash.

"You're the new hire? Right?" he says, his voice deep and captivating, way calmer than what you've seen on tv as it is early in the morning. You nod your head, the hero guides his hand towards the open seat in front of his desk, you follow and sit in the comfortable leather chair.

"Yes, my name is L/n Y/n!" you spoke softly, "I know." He spits back, you blame it on the early mornings. "Here are some ground rules we need to set in place, firstly..."

As he continued to speak, you found yourself hanging on his every word, completely swept up in his presence. It was almost surreal to be sitting across from the pro-hero, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and disbelief. You quickly pinched your thigh, just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

As you looked at Dynamight, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Seeing him in person was a completely different experience altogether - and you couldn't help but think that he was even more attractive up close. Maybe it was the fact that he was being so soft-spoken with you at the moment. How many people had actually seen him like this before? You couldn't help but wonder if this was a rare occurrence, and you silently thanked the heavens and the stars above that you were one of the few lucky ones to witness it.

The way his muscles flex as he holds your résumé–

Wait, how did he get your résumé?

“Excuse me?” You chime in, the pro-hero hangs his head low for a moment. Lifting his head up, he lets out a sigh, “I don’t like to be interrupted…l/n” he says. “I’m sorry I just have a question,” you state.

“Shoot,” he says, sarcasm oozing from his tone.

“How exactly did you get my résumé?” You asked, “What? Did you think we weren’t going to do a background check on you? You could be some psychotic fan for all I fuckin’ know,” he says, the morning rasp in his tone sends you ablaze as heat rises to your face.

“Oh! Right, well I’m not so,” you awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah I know, you’ve gotta…pretty good lookin’ résumé here,” the hero flips through a couple of pages, confirming his words.

You couldn’t believe it, the Dynamight called you qualified for the job! “Thank you so much! It means a lot to me that–“

“Okay listen, l/n, it’s early in the morning, and me and my partner just came back abroad from a goddamn mission. So imagine how I feel sitting here at this desk talkin’ to you and filling out these papers instead of in my bed sound a fuckin’ sleep. I’m gonna need you to tone it down alright?” He says, his tone raises as he grows irritated at your chipper attitude.

Blinking you bow in your seat, “I’m sorry Mr. Dynamight!” You spoke softly. “Don’t call me that, please just…don’t.” The hero rises from his seat and walks towards the door, you quickly stand up and follow suit.

“What should I call you then?” You spoke, his back facing towards you, the man let out a deep sigh, his palm cradling his neck. Rubbing the sensitive spot as he quietly hisses in pain.

“Just call me Dynamight, I don’t need people to go around calling you a lost puppy looking for their owner with the damn honorifics,” he says.

A brief moment of silence enveloped the large office, as the sound of the ticking clock grew increasingly louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Dynamight broke the stillness with a deep, audible sigh, turning to face you with a look of slight exasperation on his face. It was clear that he had a lot on his mind and a lot to worry about. And it seems like you're not making it any easier.

“When you came up here to this room, I hope you noticed why everyone was laughing at you. I want you to take what you went through into deep analysis…l/n.” He says, his tone sharp and crude as his eyes bore into your being.

“Why’d you sit in that waiting room with only one fuckin’ chair? Eh?” He says, a hint of humor in his tone. Your frown at him, looking down you try to really think back as to what happened.

“I’m sorry, Dynamight—I’m not sure.” You spoke, this makes the hero frown. “The reason why—is because every Secretary that has worked for me has quit.”

oh.

Swallowing your spit, you nod understanding the real reasoning behind the dirty looks and laughs. “Every single secretary that has been under me quits in no less than three months has quit, you wanna know why? Because of me.” He says as a sinister smile tugs at his lips, almost as if he’s proud of it.

“Well…how do you know that I’m not different?” You mumbled. The hero lets out a chuckle, because—I got a feeling you won’t last a month. You can prance around here with your happy attitude and white button-down, but I and you both know that you’re supposed to wear black.”

Why the hell does wearing black matter so much here?!

“So you’ve already defied me once, you get three strikes, no if, and's, or but's about it. And we both know what happens when you get to strike three,” he says smugly. “Don’t we?” He asks.

“Yes…Dynamight, we do.”

You couldn't deny the fact that you were a little bit scared about what the future held for you here. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as you walked through the office. You were determined to make the best of this opportunity, even if it meant dealing with a difficult boss or two. After all, you were ready to face any challenge that came your way, as long as it meant being able to take this incredible opportunity.

“Good,” he says, his smile drops and he soon opens the door, letting it slam onto the wall. This makes you jump, you quickly gather your things and foll

behind.

You watch as all the employees ride from their seats and greet the hero. But he doesn’t give as much as a mumble back in reply.

“You’re going to be following me around for the day, can you do that task?” He asks, you nod and speak, “Yes, Dynamight I can.”

You were happy to be alongside the hero, he was your inspiration, your happiness, your sadness, but little did you know from now on.

You’d hate his guts.

HEY GUYS! Honestly did not expect for this to blow up, thanks so much for the kind words! ALREADY CLOSE TO 600 FOLLOWERS? It’s literally been two days you guys are crazy!! I wanted to make sure that I got this done by today, even though this literally took me forever to complete.

I have so much on the way, trying out a different format for my theme. Hope you guys take notice in it. Till then!

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Moon Sick: part one

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Tovar x Reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a festival to celebrate the Blue Moon, he finds you interrupting his peace and quite. (Sex Pollen with a twist)

Rating: M

Warnings: 18+ only, sex pollen/moon magic, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, implied age gap, grumpy jerk Tovar/ soft baby Tovar. You get that sweet and that sour!😆 also Reader is kind of stupid but we love her anyway lol.

A.N.: I feel like all my time spent reading Lisa See novels is finally paying off lol. This was inspired by @absurdthirst 's fic Xinjiāo (HOT. SO 🔥 ) and the dreamy fairy tail Tower of Roses by Rzrcrst

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If there was a 'right side of the bed' to wake up on, Tovar had yet to discover it. Today was no exception to his perpetual foul mood, made worse than ever by the fervor around him. The whole population of the wall was in an excited frenzy the past few days, it started at a simmer now it turned to a full boil. Some ridiculous festival was occurring tonight, something about the moon, peasant superstitions that he didn't give a damn about, he just wanted peace and quiet.

He reluctantly sat at the long tables in the feasting hall. Wanting to just take his congee to his chambers and escape the noise but he was pulled into a conversation with his strange companion, Ballard. Tovar shoveled his food in his mouth with the occasional grunt and grumble to show the man he was listening, though barely.

A loud eruption of celebratory drum beats began to echo through the air, causing the plates on the table to rattle and the din of conversation around him to escalate to cheers of the soldiers as they began banging on the table. Tovar could only swear and rub his temples, the noise doing his skull in.

"You're in a foul mood." Ballard rasped."More than usual I should say."

"These damn superstitious peasants, they'll find any reason to have a damn festival." Tovar spat.

"Like you dont enjoy a reason to drink and revel."

"I prefer to drink alone." A small fire cracker exploded on the other side of the hall causing more of a ruckus,"Saints above, one more noise and I swear-"

"Good morning!" You practically sang as you sat down next to Ballard, setting your breakfast down,"Did either of you see that sun rise this morning! I've never seen the sky so pink!" Tovar grummbled while rubbing his temples,"Oh! Ballard the eggs in the sparrows nest by my window finally hatched."

"Is that so?" Ballard said with a gentle grin, amused by Tovars mutterings in Spanish.

"Yup, five little baby birds. I cant think of a better wake up call than baby birds-"

"SHUT UP!" Tovar snapped, his hand slamming down on the table making the plates and you jump. He glared at you, the nostrils of his sharp nose flared, teeth gritted. Your mouth fell open as your wide eyes met his. "Its bad enough the constant noise around me, I'm not listening to you prattle on about your girlish childish nonsense."

You let out a scoff, brows furrowed as you were taken aback. He was always so mean to you, rude, dismissive. You always had tried to extend an olive branch, trying your best to give him a touch of kindness hopeing it'll make his hard shell soften. It was a useless persuit, you knew, but you held on to hope. You frowned, and took in a deep breath as you placed your hands on the table as you stood.

"You know, Tovar," you sighed, looking away from him. Your face turning warm, eyes stinging with tears you dare not shed in front of him, knowing he'd only taunt you for it."I dont know why I try with you." You nearly whispered as you gathered your food, and made your way to where The Cranes sat.

Tovar turned back to his food, his eyes glancing up to discreetly watch you as the other women eagerly made room for you. Ballard scowled at him.

"Now was that really necessary?" He asked.

Tovar chose to ignore him, as he ripped apart a red bean bun, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing it like a cow chewing cud. Ballard shook his head.

"Do you really wish for peace and quiet tonight?" He asked, and was met with a nod from Tovar, who surprisingly didnt speak with his mouth full. Ballard sighed and thought for a moment, pausing to briefly glance over his shoulder towards you, then back to Tovar. He leaned into the table," I know a place you can go tonight that will be as quiet as the grave."

Tovar's eyes went wide, as he desperately leaned in "Where? Where?"

"A small pond not far from here, maybe a half mile from the wall-"

"Your asking me to go back out there!?" Tovar scoffed as he pointed behind him, to where not even five months ago he was nearly torn to shreds by monsters.

Ballard sighed and rubbed his face,"The OTHER side of the Wall, Tovar."

Tovar's eyes shifted,"Oh, right."

"If you come to my chambers I'll show you exactly where on one of my maps."

"Do other people know of this place?"

"Oh yes, it's very well known, especially among women-"

"And how will I be 'alone' if it's well known?" Tovar grumbled," I want to be completely away from-" another fire cracker snapped followed by more hoots and hollers,"That." He spat.

"They think its cursed, or enchanted rather."

Tovar rolled his eyes and smirked, for once the superstitions of the people around him went in his favour. Ballard tried to warn him of the enchantments, but Tovar stopped him, not needing to know anymore. He was going to be in complete isolation this night and that was all that mattered.

That evening after the sun was completely set, before the moon fully rose, and the celebration began Tovar was already saddled up and ready. It was a short journey on horse back useing a lantern to read the map Ballard provided. He followed the old cobbled road that led from the gates of The Wall until he found the trail. It was a narrow worn dirt path most wouldn't even notice that cut into a thick patch of woods nestled between rocky clifs. The trees were so overgrown he had to dismount and lead his horse by the reign. He made his way by dim lamplight, ducking and nudging branches. A rustle in the overgrowth drew his attention, makeing him reach for his weapon, his horse whinned at the sudden stop. Before he could unsheath his dagger a fox scampered out of the tree line, it froze in the light of the lanturn before dissapering into the woods. He sheathed his knife with a smirk, laughing at himself for being startled by a harmless fox, and continued on. As we went further he tried to ignore the feeling he might have gotten lost, until he heard the sound of water running over stone, and a strong musky scent filled his lungs. The tree line thinned until he emerged on the other side. He had to stifle his gasp as he took in the sight before him; a beautiful moonlit oasis nesstled in the rocky terrain.

The moon shone bright and full in the clear sky, bathing the pond before him in heavenly blue light. Its reflection blinding in the still dark water. A gentle waterfall fed it, streaming from the clifs sides hiding the pool. Thick vines of blooming jasmine clung to the smooth rocks of the clif side and the boulders that rested at the waters edge. The air was thick with the perfume of the beautiful white flowers that grew all around him. Their scent invadeing his sense, makeing him feel nearly dizzy.

He grinned to himself, and pondered how a place this heavenly and tranquil be cursed? He had to utter a small laugh as he removed his satchel and tied his horses reign to a tree. The sound of crickets and the occasional peep of a frog where the only thing to disturb him as he streached out on the bank of the pond. He felt the tension he always held in his muscles fade as he gazed up at the sky, eyes fixed on the large moon in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to start feeling warm, fidgeting in his leather armor, the hairs on the back of his neck growing damp. He soon found himself in the pond, his clothes piled in the grass, the water a sweet relief to the mild warmth throughout his body. He stood in the middle of the pond,the water lapping at his shoulders. He heard the whinny of his horse behind him, but he ignored it, it was probably just that fox from earlier sniffing around startling it. He looked up to the moon, he'd never seen it so big in the sky before, he felt almost hypnotized by its glow.

"What the hell?" A feminine voice snarled behind him. He wiped around and found you on the bank of the pond, clad in a long dark silk robe, a knapsack on your back.

"YOU!" the two of you snapped, "ME?"

"What are you-" he began before you cut him off.

"No no, what are YOU doing here-"

"How did you know I'd be-"

"I didn't know you'd be here! Why would I be here if i knew you'd be here?"you snapped.

"Who even told you about this place?"

"Who told you?" You retorted.

"What's it to you?"

"To me? This is my spot!" You snapped.

"You're spot?" Tovar scoffed, "you don't own this place."

"Well neither do you." You snapped, arms crossed.

"I was here first."

"No, I was here first," you huffed," I've been here every full moon. It's my thing. Now your here. Ruining it! Like you ruin everything!"

"Every full moon? What, do you come here to turn into the Demon that you are?"

"No!" You snap, sitting down on a boulder, your knees drawn up to your chest, arms around your legs.

"Why then?" Tovar mocked as he made his way closer to the bank of the water, stopping when the water hit his mid torso. Your eyes glanced over to him, you tried to ignore how the drops of water rolled down his chest, the moon light bathing his damp skin in blue light, making him glow. Tired to ignored how heat pooled in your belly as you pulled your eyes away.

"W-why what?" You pouted.

"Why do you come here so often?"

You felt your face burn,"N-none of your business."

He laughed to himself, you didn't have to look to know he was smirking to himself,"Oh I see, you're embarrassed by why you come here, hm? Must be somthing quite scandalous then to make you so flustered."

" I'm not flustered! I'm angry!" You snapped, looking to his grining face as he moved closer, the water hitting him lower and lower until he stopped. Your breath hitched as you watched how the water lapped at his hips, how water dripped from the soft hairs just below his belly button. Your eyes flitted from his exposed hips up to his mocking face. You turned and reached for your knapsack.

"I bet I can guess." He taunted as you rummaged through your bag,"I bet you come here, so you can have a little bit of privacy-" you cautiously look to him, before he grinned even wider," Privacy so you can play with that evil little pussy of yours."

You grumbled and turned back to your bag.

"Don't mind me," Tovar laughed," you can go right ahead, I could use a little show-"

"I come here to cry you...you...braying jackass!" You snapped at him. He tensed as you sniffled and rummaged through your bag, pulling out a wine bottle. You pulled the cork out with your teeth, and spit it out before taking a swig. You looked back to him with a pout,"Well, go ahead. Make fun of me. Mock me. Call me a Child I dont care.-"

"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking down, shoulders falling a punch of guilt hitting his stomach.

You looked to him as he made his way to where you sat on the rock. You quickly looked away before he was fully exposed to your eyes, taking another sip of wine. He leaned against the boulder you sat on, staring up at you, you quickly brushed away a tear, not wanting him to see.

He called to you softly, wanting you to look him in the his eyes. Tentatively you glanced to him. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark, they appeared soft somehow. Something you'd never think you'd ever see in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly. You were almost shocked, you'd never heard him sound so soft, so kind. His hand reached out and touched your bare ankle, gliding his rough thick fingers up your smooth skin,"what makes you cry?"

You wiped your face again as another tear rolled down. You studied his face, convinced this was some kind of act.

"I just..." you began softly,"I miss home." He made a soft grunt, and gave a nod as if he understood. You turned towards him, scooting a little closer,"I just...I want to go home."

He looked down, frowning as he stroked your calf." I understand." He said quietly.

You blink, unsure of what to make of his softness finally comeing through. Maybe it was because you two were alone, no men around to chide him for showing vulnerability.

"You do?" You sniff, smiling with a little relief. His eyes flipped up to yours, practically glittering in the moonlight, making your heart skip a beat.

"Of course." He purred, brows furrowed, his hand leaving your calf while you smiled,"its perfectly understandable, for a child to miss home."

Your stomach dropped as he snatched the bottle from your hand with a grin on his face. You gasped as you tried to grab it back from him but he had already slipped into the water. He took a deep swig before grimacing and nearly spat it out. He looked from the bottle to you, muttering in Spanish.

"The hell is this shit?" He spat.

"Its sweet plum wine." You sighed,"Your ment to sip it, not chug it like cheap ale. It's too sweet for that." You reached back into your bag," you can keep that bottle, you heathen. I brought two."

You held it up with a triumphant laugh and you think you see a smirk on his face but it was short lived. You felt the bottle slip from your hands. Before you could even try to catch it you heard the distinct plunk of it falling into the black water. You leaned over the rock desperately hopeing to find it in the moonlight, but it was to no avail. There was no way you'd find it. You sigh in frustration and turn, knees to your chest as you just give up and cry.

Tovar took another sip from the bottle, and tried to ignore the sound of you sniffling. He turned his back to you, gazing up into the moon, trying to listen to the sound of the ever present summer crickets, the musky scent of the jasmine vines filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, making him dizzy again. He heard a soft sob come from you, his stomach twisting. He bit his lip and tentatively looked over his shoulder to you. Your body shaking as you quietly cried. He swore under his breath, and slowly made his way closer to you.

He called to you, softly.

"Just leave me alone." You cried.

"Please. Look to me, hermosa." He said, not knowing why he called you that, not caring. You turned, your eyes puffy, your face wet with tear making your face sparkle like a jewel in the moonlight. He took a sharp breath, how did he just only now realize how beautiful you were. If he didn't know you, he'd swear you were some kind of angel, or a fairy, some beautiful other worldly creature ment to only tempt men into ruin. He shook his head trying to clear it, it must be the wine getting to him. He cleared his throat,"I'm willing to share."

You frowned," How generous to share something that doesn't even belong to you."

"Technically, this dosnt belong to you either, I know you stole this from the kitchens." He said with a grin, you opened your mouth to challenge him but he was right. You did steal it. "Cmon. Stop your crying, join me. The water is warm, and there's plenty room for the both of us."He added.

You thought for a moment. "Will you promise not to peek?"

He felt himself stir, just now realizing you were naked beneath your robe. A soft breeze swept over the pool, causing the surface to ripple, the leaves of the trees rustle gently as your hair was softly blew across your face. He took a deep breath, the pollen of the jasmine invading his scenes. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady himself. He cleared his throat, "no, hermosa," he nearly groaned," I wont.." he felt a few beads of sweat break out across his forehead, "I wont peek."

"Are you okay?" You asked as he turned.

"Fine, fine, just-" he paused for a moment, not knowing what to blame his sudden dizzying feeling,"must be this damn wine. You should have stolen ale."

"Well, next time I decide to spend some time alone I'll ask you what you want to drink first."

He let out a small laugh, and shook his head. The sound of the water sloshing caused a chill to run up his spine, his back going straight, his breath hitching as he tries not to think about how you were currently naked behind him. He rose the bottle to his lips, his hands shaking slightly. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He steadied himself before turning around. He gritted his teeth hard, and had to stifle a groan.

Your arms were crossed over your exposed chest. You looked unsure, scared, like a frightened rabbit. He didn't want you to feel timid under his gaze, he wanted you to drop your arms. Let him see you, feel you skin slip underneath his rough hands.

"Tovar?" You asked," you look...unwell."

You reach out with one hand still across your chest, and touched the back of your hand to his forehead. He let out a groan at the feel, his eyes slipping shut, as he began to nuzzle your skin. "Your burning up."

He let out a shaky breath, his throat and mouth going dry from the mere touch of your hand. He took hold of your hand, fighting the urge to place kisses upon it, kiss up your arm, to your neck, to your soft lips. You take back your hand quickly and snatched the wine from him. Turning your back to him, as you sip. His eyes slipped over your bare back and he bit back a wimper, taking another sharp breath through his nose as he felt himself stir. He couldn't do anything to stop it, he was starting to ache. He scooped up some water and splashed his face. Bring him back to the ground, he didn't want you. You were annoying, and too chipper, weak. You weren't enough for him, he needed a warrior like himself, someone harden. In fact he didnt need anyone, he only needed himself. Then you looked over your shoulder to him.

"Tovar?" You asked,"what's wrong?"

He snatched the bottle from you, taking another swig, not caring about the sweetness, just needing a distraction. He growled as he looked at you, he wanted to smell you, taste you. The jasmine musk so potent in the air, reminding him of something primal, the scent so familiar. Womanly. That distinct smell that made him groan, his mouth garnering moisture, no longer dry, but practically salivating over the thought of his nose pressed into your most private of areas. The sound of your phantom crys ringing in his ears.

He was so transfixed he didnt even feel you take the wine back from him, he stood frozen in the water, eyes locked on you. Locked and dark, blown out to near black. His breath leaving him in deep pants through his nose, chest rising heavily before falling with each breath. Your eyes, your beautiful glittering gemstone eyes, shone like stars in the dark sky, were wide. Your lips , so soft and sweet were calling to him. Your voice like a psalm being sung at mass, his name a prayer. He wanted to make you scream it. The world around blurred, falling away, the sounds of crickets and the trickle of the water fall dieing away. All he saw and heard was you.

While he was zoned out you snapped your fingers in front of his face, confused you called to him. You gave his shoulder a shake, barely budging him as he stared at you, his teeth grinding, neck straining. You called to him again.

"You're starting to scare me," you said softly," stop playing around."

He let out a low groan, and shook his head,"I'm not 'playing'." He took your hand in both of his, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek. His eyes slipping shut as he hissed as your cool hand rested against his scared and stubbled face. He peppered your hand with kisses. "Your skin is like the softest silk...i could touch it, kiss it, feel it for hours."

You stared at him, looking over your shoulder convinced he was talking to someone behind you, his hand cupped your chin, forcing your confused face to look up to him.

"Tovar, what the hell are you doing? Is this your idea of a joke? Because it's not funny."

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, gripping your wrist with his other hand, pulling you flush against him. You gasped, and tried to push your self away from his grasp, but his strong hands grabbed on to your hip and back. Your face mere inches from his, his pelvis flat against your belly.

"Does THIS feel like a joke to you, Hermosa?" He growled as he glared down at you through slitted eyes. You gasped, jaw falling open as you felt the unmistakable feeling of his hardened cock against you. You froze, not knowimg what to do. He had to be pulling some sly trick on you. Just a few moments ago he was calling you a child, now you were naked, flush against each other and he was practically begging for you.

He looked down to your bare chest and whimpered, actually wimperd as he took you in.

"Oh, Mi Vida," he sighed in his gruff voice," you have no idea how beautiful you look." You could barely squeak out a response," the moonlight on your skin...on those perfect tits," his hand glided up from your hip, up to cup your breast. That's when you'd had enough.

You took used all your strength and shoved him off you.

"Thats not funny, Tovar!" You snapped, treading the water back to the shoreline. "One minute you hate me, taunt me, now you're groping me? Acting like you want to woo me, like I'm some stupid maiden who will fall for any-" you were yanked back, Tovar pulling you to him. You scoweld up at him, hopeing he feels how offended you were. But his face was set in stone, serious and grim. His eyes burning, his breath shallow and feirce. He leaned down to you, his nose brushing your cheek, makeing you shudder inspite of yourself. You turn your face from him, a soft breath of his name leaving your mouth as his lips ghosted up your neck. You squrim as you feel his stubble scrape you, while his soft lips soothe. You feel a deep pull in your belly, a clench so feirce it makes you cry out when he whispers your name into your ear.

"W-why are you doing this?" You pant, eyes squeezed shut as he begins to kiss you. "Why now? Why here?"

"I've always wanted this." He confessed, his fingers burrowing into your hair, pulling you gently to his chest. Embracing you, kissing the top of your head, while he grips you. You were taken aback, both from his words, and his soft touches. His fierce demenoir melted away,"always....always wanted you. Needed you." He sighed,"couldn't admit it."

You pull away enough to meet his gaze, your eyes stinging on the verge of tears. "Why?"

He cupped your face, caloused fingers brushing away tear drops from your face as his forehead rests gently against yours. He shut his eyes, and took a long breath.

"Pride. Ego." He sighed,"Fear?"

You reached your hand to his, your other still wrapped around the bottle of wine.

"Fear of what?" You asked softly.

He took a long moment, thinking, bracing himself. He dipped his head down, almost in shame. His hands once again made their way to your waist, as he leaned his his head down to your shoulder.

"Fear that you'd turn me away." He said against your shoulder." Fear that you wouldn't turn me away." He was quiet for a moment,"Fear that I'd lose you."

"Lose me?" Your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your neck, occasionally nipping your skin.

"If I didn't care about you it wouldn't hurt as much if...you were.." he sighed heavily,"dont make me say it , Mi Amor."

You felt like you were punched in the chest, it took you a few deep breaths before you were able to speak.

"Tovar I-"

"Pero." He said firmly, his face meeting yours, his eyes wet,"Just...call me Pero."

You nodded. "Pero....just kiss me-"

He attacked your lips, groaning into your mouth as you easily opened to him. His hands gripped you everywhere he could, while your one hand gripped his short hair. He grasped your ass harshly, making you groan into his mouth before he knelt slighty, grabbing the back of your thighs. He hoisted you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to kiss you, legs around his waist. You gasped as his hardened cock ground against your core.

He took the opportunity to attack your neck, gazing his teeth along the delicate skin before soothing it with his tounge and lips. You smiled, as you moaned, never did you think you'd be in this situation. Never thought Pero would hold you like this, kiss you like this. It was bliss. He kissed up your neck until he got to your jaw, giving you a few nibbles before he captured your lips again. Placing a few sloppy kisses there until he needed to take a breath, his eyes shut, while he gave a deep rumbley laugh, his lips curled into an honest to God smile.

You brought the wine bottle to your lips, taking a sip. He looked to you, and gave a nod to the bottle. You laughed as you poured some into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and grinned, hiking you up higher onto his tosro. Pulling the bottle from your hands. He gave you a wink with his scared eye, before tipping the bottle towards your lips, missing them entirely, pouring the sweet liquid all down your chin and on to your breasts. You're shocked call of his name was cut short when the last of the bottle emptied on to you, he dropped the bottle and his mouth descended onto your chest. Lapping up every spilled drop. He shifted you, palming your breast with one hands, his mouth latching on to your other breast.

You bite your lip, and stifle a moan, your core aching now. Needing his touch, you ground agaisnt him, needing more. You sighed his name, as he let go of your breasts. He gripped you, hoisting you bridal style as he made his way to the waters edge, kissing you as he made his way. He sat you down gently, reaching into his satchel and pulling out his traveling cloak, spreading it out on the ground.

He waved you over to him, beckoning you to lay down. You took his hand as he helped you down onto the rough fabric.

"Im sorry," Tovar said softly as he knelt down beside you, slowly laying down on his side,"you deserve better than my filthy cloak on a hard ground. But I couldn't think of sullying your silk robe," he rested his forearm bedside your head, his other hand busy careesing your thigh, your side."you deserve a feather bed, soft sheets, a warm fire."he nuzzled your cheek, before allowing his hand to slip between your legs, roaming over the damp curls there, his middle finger slipped between your folds, finding that bundle of nerves that makes you gasp.

Your eyes slip shut as he watches you sigh, you caress his neck, his arm. Whisper his name, a small groan leaving him at the sound of it.

"I would kill just to hear you sigh my name," he placed harsh kisses to your lips, your neck, subtly shifting to lay on top of you," to feel your skin," his fingers left your core, spreading your thighs to make room for him,"to feel your wetness, wet for me," he kissed between your breasts, down your stomach,"just to taste you, smell you, devour you." He stopped and looked up to you, his brows furrowed in anger,"Has any man devoured you, Mi Vida? Tasted you? Brought you to bliss from their tounge?"

You caught your breath, you weren't a virgin, but you wouldn't call yourself experienced. Men took their pleasure from you; cads you met in taverns, frauds and liars that promisd you love but left you heartbroken. Never had a man looked to you like this. You shook your head,"no." You admitted shyly.

He growled," Fools. All of them" he aggressively kissed your thigh muttering to himself about how they were basterds and whore sons for never making you quake beneath them.

He dipped his head down, his nose nestling in your curls, inhaling you. He moaned, and fought the urge to grind his now aching cock into the cloak, just to garner some relief. You smelled the same as the jasmines that surrounded the two of you. Musky, sweet, beautiful. It made him near dizzy from lust, aching for the feel of you, the taste of you.

His tounge darted out, running up your slit, your back arching from the teasing sensation of the tickle. You squrimed beneath him, his thumbs parting your folds before he dipped his tounge back in, piercing your entrance. You gasped, and gripped his hair, never having felt this before, never receiving this attention before. His head moved as he lapped at your folds, and you were transfixed. Leaning on one elbow looking down at him, his eyes were shut, his tounge thick as he stroked you with it. You groaned, thighs shaking. His eyes snapped open, burning into yours as he flashed his teeth in a murderous grin. He leaned closer, and ran the tip of his tounge around that sweet pearl, makeing you jerk, he laughed softly to himself. Grinning like a cat that got the cream before he wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.

You cried out, thighs shaking harder, a warm pull in your belly forming, he moaned at the sound of your cries, the vibrations makeing you clamp your thighs on his head. He pushed them apart as he lapped and sucked at you, growling as your voice echoed against the trees. Your hand pulling his hair, his fingers slid into you, curling, thrusting into you. You whined, actually whined as he did what you could only describe as torture. You were about to crest, a feeling your only used to bringing upon yourself. This felt different, deeper, harder. You bucked as he tried so hard to keep you steady, growling in frustration. He pulled back, ignoring your cry, as he slapped your thigh hard to keep still, immediately diving back into your core like a man starved.

He sucked one last time, and that was it. Your back arched, as you went rigid, your heels digging into the ground as your voice cracked as you cried out nonsense. You think you were trying to cry his name, but you couldn't think, only writhe and cry as he lapped up everything you spilled for him, watching you as your head was thrown back. Groaning as you pulled his hair hard, pulling him off you as it became too much. You quivered, and ran a shaky hand over your face as you drew in a gasp of air. Your fingertips running down your neck, over your breast. When you finally came back to reality you heard Tovar sigh.

"Look at you," he said more to himself than you,"laying so undone by just my tounge." You wimpered," Imagine what bliss my cock will bring you."

"Oh God." You gasped.

"Your glowing," his hands carresed your still shaking thigh,"you have no idea how heavenly you look under the light of the full moon." You opened your eyes and swallowed hard, finally finding a steady breath." I'm envious of the moon. How its rays carress every inch of your skin all at once. The honor it has to do such a thing. If only I could."

"Oh my God, Pero." You sigh, sitting up" I don't know what's gotten into you tonight."you wrap your arms around his neck as you shifted to your knees, fingers tracing the bulging veins in his neck, makeing him groan. Your hands travel down his scared chest, down his stomach, till you found his hardened cock beneath your fingertips.

He grabbed your hand, and sublty shook his head,"No, mi vida, I don't wish to spill in your hands." He breathed.

You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes," I...I just..I just want a taste of you, Pero. Just a taste." He groaned out your name, head lulling to side as you gently stroked him, gathering the beads leaking from the tip and working it down the shaft. "Please? And then you can have me however you want."

He took in a deep breath before nodding. You dipped down, running your thumb over the tip of him, making him repress a sigh, before whispering your name as your tounge ran over the slit. Tasting the beads that leaked from there, before sinking down as far as you could with out gagging. His fingers gripped through your hair, roamed over your shoulders and back as he tried hard to refrain from thrusting. Your tounge carresed him, tracing the thick vein that ran up him, before suckling at the tip.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from pushing you back down by your hair. He wimpered your name before it was enough indulgence. He pulled you from him, his chest heaving. You look up to him, his eyes pleading.

"I need you." He nearly whispered," need to feel you, need to take you."

You swallow the taste of him, "I'm yours." He captured your lips as he pushed you down onto your back, his tounge invading you, tasting yourself, him tasting himself. Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, arms caressing every inch you could touch. You turned your head to catch your breath,"I've always been yours." You confess, as he took himself in his hand,"you could've had me at anytime," you sigh at the feel of him running the head of his cock up and down your folds. Gathering wettness before he nudged your entrance." You just had to take me. I always wanted-" you were cut off with a gasp of his name as he pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. You felt every bit of him, every vein, ridge, everything agaisnt your slick walls. Your nails digging in to his back, makeing him groan into your ear.

Once he pushed as far as he could he paushed, letting you feel him. His breath hot against your neck.

"How- how does it feel?" You asked him, your voice barely a whisper."Tell me. Do I feel good? Please tell me I feel good"

He shuddered, his hand gripping your hip firmly, he panted for a few moments,"Nev-," he stifled a groan as you involuntarily clenched around him,"Never have I felt a cunt this tight...this wet...oh mi vida. Are you ready? Please tell me your ready-"

"Im ready," you nearly beg,"please I'm so ready I-" your voice dies as he pulls out, only to slam back in, your voice returning only to moan louder than you ever had. "Pero," you cry,"please, keep going dont be gentle, just take me. As hard as you can. Please."

He grunted and shifted resting on an elbow by your head, looking down at you through hooded faded eyes, his teeth gritted as he begins to set a pace. Steady at first makeing you whimper, until he sped up, getting rougher, harsher. His breath leaving in pants, your voice a constant cry of his name as he brushed a spot inside you you've never known was there. The sound of skin on skin was vulgar, sinful, but you didn't care.

You reached between you and him, finding your clit. Circling as you felt yourself nearing another climax.

"Are you close?" He panted as he trusted. You could only nod, eyes squeezed shut. A cry left you as you felt his weight leave you, his cock slipping from you. You grabbed him, trying to keep him on you, but you were met with a sharp slap to your thigh. Making you yelp. "On your side, Mi Amor."

"What?" You pant, but he pushed you on to your side, laying himself behind you, he hooked your thigh over his, his other arm slipping around your torso keeping you flush against him. You smiled and sighed as he kissed your neck, slipping easily back into your core. His groans hot against your ear.

The new angle making you cry out as he grazed that spot inside you again. His speed increasing, his voice becoming grunts as he bucked into you, sweating like a stallion. You reached back and gripped his hair, making him growl through gritted teeth.

"Pero, please," you panted," Im so close, please-"

His hand left your thigh and reached down to where you two met. Circling you, makeing you cry, whimper, you shook against him practically screaming him name as you crested again. He held you firm, his voice breaking as his hips studdered, until he gasped your name in your ear. You felt him spill inside you, felt him soften, his grip on you losening, until he slumped against you. His softening cock still inside you, twitching, making you sigh.

You're not sure how long you laid in a heap, deep pants filled the air mixing with the sound of the summer crickets. Sweat drying on your skin from the warm air. Eventually he slipped from you, a soft groan from his lips, a sigh from you, the evidence of him dripping from you. You roll over, nestling into him. He placed soft kisses against your face, soft words in your ear, soft touches.

You laid together, slipping in and out of sleep until he urged you up. Half dazed you let him guide you up, bracing yourself against him as he helped you back into the water, until you were thigh deep. He scooped up water, and assisted cleansing you while you kissed his neck. Leading you back, he helped you into your robe, tieing it for you, kissing you. You leaned agaisnt the boulder, watching him dress.

The rest of the time came back only in bits and pieces. You nestling against him side saddled on his horse, yours following behind, its reigns teetherd to his horses saddle. Him helping you down in the stables of the Great Wall. Him carrying you to his chambers, nestling into his bunk. Him urging you to sleep, only to be awoken with his weight on top of you.

"Im sorry, Mi Amor, I just need you one more time , before I leave you for the day."

You groaned and urged him to fill you again, half awake as his breath was hot agaisnt you once again, muttering sweet words while you were in sleepy bliss, your eyes gazing out the window by his bed, the sun beginning to rise. You crested suddenly, gently, triggering him. He kissed you again.

"Sleep ,Mi Amor. Rest." You tired to sit up, it was time for your shift to begin as well, but he only pushed you back."No, you need sleep." He said softly," I'll tell them your ill."

You were going to argue, but you slipped back into sleep.

A few hours later you rose, the sun high in the sky, your core aching, your brain fuzzy. You cleaned yourself with the water and rag on the wash stand. After you made your way to your own chambers, as discreetly as possible, you washed fully. Trying to erase evidence of your encounter from the night and morning, and dressed in your armor. Your stomach growled, it had to be time for mid day tea from the sound of the drums and the bustle coming from the halls.

You slipped your way into the crowd, until you were in the feasting hall. Your eyes scanned the tables for Pero, wanting to be near him, but you felt someone take your arm.

"There you are!" A friendly voice laughed at your side, "we were looking for you all last night!"

You smile, your closest friend, a member of the Cranes, Shu, was pulling you towards the other woman at the Cranes table. You glanced around as you were led, finally spotting Tovar, he was talking excitedly to William and Ballard. His eyes darting around until he noticed you, he sat up straight, eyes wide. Your face felt warm, and you shyly smile to him. He grinned to you, winking his scared eye at you as you were urged to take a seat with the other women.

"It was so much fun, I can't believe you missed it!" Shu continued, scooping rice and vegetables into a bowl, topping it with pork in a sweet chili sauce, and passing it to you. She speared a few dumplings from the middle of the table placeing it on a plate and handing it to you as well. You don't know how she knew you were starving but she knew. "Where were you? Oh wait," she laughed, fixing herself a bowl and plate for herself." let me guess. At the pond again?"

You poured tea for her, then yourself, clearing your throat,"um...yeah, tell me about the party." You asked trying to change the subject. "What did I miss?"

"Oh you know, music, fireworks, drinking, the most amazing dumplings and whole roasted pigs. You would have loved it," she gave you a pout,"I wish you were there! Why did you go to that damned pond again?"

"I dont know, I just don't like crowds." You shifted in your seat, greedily eating the food your friend fixed for you. You could tell she was eyeing you suspiciously. You couldn't keep anything from her. She could read you like a book.

You'd been friends since you arrived, quickly bonding when you discovered she spoke English. You became close after the defeat of the monsters, a few weeks into your stay she declared you her Laotong, your 'old same', close as sisters, bonded forever. Nothing was kept from either of you, so now she knew something was a miss.

Her eyes went wide and a small gasp left her lips, "You weren't alone were you?"

You shifted your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

"It was a man wasn't it?" She teased.

A few of the other women looked up from their bowls or haulted their conversations to look to you and Shu. You sipped your bitter tea, ignoreing how hot it was.

"Who?" Shu giggled, grabbing your arm,"tell me, I'll die if I dont know!"

You looked to her and cleared your throat,"um..." you glanced behind you, to a few tables away, where Tovar sat eating. His eyes boring into you. Shu looked as well, her eyes scanning the crowd.

"Who? Who?" Her eyes landed on the table with Tovar, seeing how he was looking at you, the way his lips cruled into a knowing grin. Her eyes went wide as she quickly turned away, her mouth hanging open. "Tovar?" She gasped, getting the attention of more of the women. You turned to her, shushing her.

"Please dont-"

One of the women across from you spoke to Shu, questioning what was wrong in Mandarin. Which Shu quickly answered before you could stop her. The women across dropped her chopsticks, the girl beside her tugged her sleeve and she quickly shared the information. You groaned as one by one the whole table found out, small gasps and laughs hummed over the table.

"Uuugh, Shu!" You whined, you loved Shu, but damn her blabbering mouth, Shu offered you another pork dumpling her cheeks pink.

"Sorry." She grimaced, you let out a small laugh at her peace offering, you couldn't stay mad at her.

After your mid day meal you found yourself in the Women's Chamber with the other Cranes. In any other home in this country this palce was where the ladies of the house would practice embroidery, host their friends with tea and Mah Jong, and pretty much that occurred here as well, except along with embroidery, tea, and games, the women sparred, fixed their weapons, and had a go at target practice with their bows.

A few of the women sat around you and Shu, some adjusted their spears, or helped mend their friends robes outside of it, but still listened in. Tea was passed around, sweet cakes, and fruit. Shu held the robe of a fellow Crane, fixing the embroidery that was coming unraveled.

You sipped on the jasmine tea that was being passed around. The scent of the hot drink brought back every event from the night before, makeing your face warm.

"Soo..," Shu grinned," Tell me everything!"

A few of the women giggled beside you.

"I...I don't know...where to start-"

Shu stopped you," Did you 'Test the machete'?"

You blinked at her,"I don't understand."

She thought for a moment, "Bed business."

"Oh, oh." You giggled."Yes."

Shu smiled,"How was his weapon?"

"His weapon was imposing." You laughed," and he was muscled like a stallion."

One of the women beside you sighed.

"Was his aim true?"

"Very true, he was an expert marksman."

One of the other girls asked Shu something,"Ok, did he find the pearl within your oyster?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With his fingers, and his tounge."

"AIYA!" She exclaimed with a laugh,"lucky girl! So, he was just there? Waiting for you?"

"No," you said snagging a red bean bun as a plate was being passed around," He didnt know I'd be there. He was really angry I was there, actually."

"But he layed with you, how did he go from angry to...lust filled?"

You shruggd as you bit into the sweet bun,"I dont know, one minute he was calling me a child,then we were drinking wine in the pool, and the next thing I knew he couldn't keep his hands off me."

"Odd." Shu said," Do you think the wine got to him?"

"I dont think so, wine usually kills men's ability to...perform their...bed business."

Shu thought for a moment,"unless.."

"Unless what?"

"The Blue Moon," she gasped," like the story."

A murmer went over the women beside you.

"Story? What story? What does the moon have to do with it?"

She sighed," There's a story attached to that pond." She began," The Tale of the Saddened Bride."

You chewed your bun hesitantly, not really liking the sound of the tale.

"So, long ago, a young girl came from a home that was not that rich, but not that poor. Her feet were not that small, but not that big. And she married a man who was not so rich, but not so poor. He also was not that kind, but not that mean.

She was desperately unhappy in her new home. Her Mother in Law cruel, demanding a Grand Son, but her husband paid her no mind. He gave her no affection, gave her no gifts, and never visited her at night. So every full moon when once more her red flower would bloom, when her Mother in Law beat her for ruining her bed with her blood, she would go to the cliff side, among the jasmine vines and cry. She cried every month, cried so much that her tears began to form a pool.

When one day the Moon showed twice in one month her husband came to her chambers, only to find her missing. He ventured out until he found her, crying by the pond she made with her tears. He scolded her, 'I never beat you!' He yelled, 'I feed you! Clothe you! And still you cry!'

She only wiped her face and told him 'Yes, but you don't love me.' When the moonlight fell upon her tears he was suddenly struck by her beauty. He took her in his arms and cried too. He was must have been blind to her beauty, her charms, he felt like a fool. He vowed to love her fully from then on. Have her want for nothing. And that night they made a son-"

You nearly choked on your tea, one of the women patted your back as Shu continued over your coughing.

"Not just one son, dozens.-"

"Dozens!!!?" You gasped only to be shushed.

"Her wish came true," Shu continued,"he loved her. Attended to her every need, wrapped her in the finest silks, gave her the most beautiful combs for her hair. But it soon began to bore her, and she became sad again. And he became mad with rage, he gave her everything but still she made her way to the pond to cry. He became jealous of everyone. Convinced someone was stealing her affections from him. He blamed his servants, his own sons, he went mad, convinced the Moon itself was stealing his bride from him. In a blind rage he followed her to the pond where he watched her cry in to the pool, the moonlight touching every inch of her, places only HE had the right to touch, he vowed then and there to destroy it-"

You bolted up, cold sweat breaking out all over you, your stomach turned.

"What's wrong?" Shu asked, riseing.

"I.....I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait!" Shu called after you, but you didnt pay her any mind as you ran from the room, panicked. The sweet words Tovar muttered to you as he made love to you ringing in your ears. How he said he had been envious of the moon, the same as the man in the story. You had to find Tovar, had to fix this before he went mad as well.

🌜🌜Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon🌛🌛

Sass (Din Djarin)

This one is for @1800-fight-me who said some stuff about Din to me and then said some other stuff about Din to me and then my brain wouldn’t let it go...

Word count: 1500+ Rating: mature, 18+ only Outline: “Mand'alor” Din Djarin x “You” (petite female reader, clumsy, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”) Warnings: curse words and vulgar language; Din picking you up; two clothed spanks on the bottom; undressed Reader/clothed Din; one erection; Din’s roaming hands; Din touching you through your panties; one instance of Din grabbing your chin; mentions of blow jobs; mentions of P/V sex; mentions of bare-bottom spanking; mentions of sex in the throne room with possibility of getting caught; Din’s got a filthy mouth

You fumbled and dropped something for what felt like the millionth time that day, cursing under your breath. You stopped in the dusty road, shifting your bags around, trying to redistribute them so you could free your hand to pick up your parcel from where it lay in the dirt.

The air was hot and dry, and you wanted nothing more than to get back to the ship and take a shower, wash off the dust of the town. You didn’t mind accompanying your husband to his various diplomatic meetings and conferences, especially the ones on jewel-like tropical planets or at breathtaking palaces perched on mountain ridges. But this stop was different, a sudden detour on the way home... and from the hunch of Din’s shoulders as he landed the ship, and the way he suggested you go shopping in the street market while he held his “meeting” you could guess that it wasn’t on the official roster for his week. You hoped that he would at least come back to the ship in one piece.

You retrieved your parcel and tucked it under your arm, huffing in exasperation. You rounded the corner and finally saw the ship, gleaming in the hot sun. Your face broke into a smile as you saw that the ramp was down, meaning Din was probably inside getting ready to start the last leg of the journey home.

You hurried a bit, arms laden with bags and packages, and then disaster struck. You were just a meter away from the ship when your sandal caught the long hem of your dress, and you tripped. Parcels and their contents went scattering, although the worst of your fall was broken by your large cloth bag. You lay there for a moment, stunned, and then looked up to see Din walking down the ramp.

“Are you okay, cyar'ika? That looked embarrassing.” His voice held concern with a note of amusement. Din was used to your various scrapes and entanglements, and you thanked the stars every day that Mandalorians valued intelligence and grit far above poise and grace, even in their queen.

You huffed out a groan and pushed yourself off the ground, grasping one of Din’s large gloved hands for assistance. Din stooped to gather items as you brushed yourself off, striding back up the ramp to deposit your things inside the ship. The front of your dress was caked with dirt, and no amount of swatting it with your hands would do. You sighed and gave up on cleaning yourself. You picked up two oranges that had rolled a few feet, and then started up the ramp.

Din came down to meet you, and you stopped to let him look you over.

“Are you hurt, cyar'ika?” His voice was softer now, full of love and concern. Din held your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to have a look at you in the bright sun.

You smiled and swatted his hands away, laughing. “I’m fine! It wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t stopped on this godforsaken planet, but someone decided they had business to attend to.”

Din tilted his helmet back a bit, that imposing stance doing nothing to intimidate you the way it had countless adversaries in his lifetime.

You put your hands on your hips and pushed your lower lip out at him. “Or maybe I wouldn’t have to do all this shopping if you had let me join you for your meeting.”

Din suddenly went still. “You know I can’t do that, cyar’ika. That meeting was dangerous.”

You decided to push him just a little. “Can’t have been too dangerous, if they sent you instead of m- oof!”

The words were barely past your lips when you felt your feet go out from under you and the world turned over. You found yourself hanging over Din’s shoulder as he turned to stride back up the ramp, his large gloved hand holding both your knees firmly so you wouldn’t fall.

“Hey!” You hated that your voice came out in a squeak. “Put me down!” You beat uselessly on his back plate with your fists, blood rushing down to your face as he carried you effortlessly.

Din snarled at you in Mando’a. “Udesii,” and his free hand came up to smack you on your bottom.

His voice was dark with just a hint of amusement. “Quiet. For being such a little thing, you cause an awful lot of trouble.” Another hard smack landed on your rear, and you felt your panties grow damp.

Din didn’t break stride as he whacked the control panel with the side of his fist to close the ramp behind him. He carried you into the cockpit and finally put you back on your feet, ignoring your indignation as he lifted off. When the ship was off-planet and set to autopilot, Din swiveled his chair to face you.

He pointed at you and growled an order. “Your dress is dirty, cyar’ika. Take it off.”

“Oh, I bet you say that to all the ladies you pick up in dusty landing lots.” You laughed and put your fists on your hips.

“Now. I won’t tell you again.” His words struck you behind your sternum, the excitement causing your heart to thud harder, your breath coming all in a rush.

You paused for a split second, and then hurriedly undid all of the fastenings of your dress, letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor of the cockpit. You stepped out of your shoes and swept the pile to one side with your foot. You stood in just your underthings and canted your hips to one side, raising an eyebrow at your husband.

“See anything you like?”

Din snarled from under his helmet and curled a finger at you. You obeyed and started walking slowly over to him.

Apparently it wasn’t fast enough, because Din leapt to his feet and grabbed your wrist, pulling you the last two steps to his pilot’s chair. You collapsed onto his lap, your landing softened somewhat by one strong arm around your waist. Din scooped one hand under your knees and turned you sideways on his lap, tucking you against him and tilting his helmet to rest against your temple.

“I don’t like your sass, woman.” The words spilled out of his modulator right into your ear, sending a chill down your neck. The feel of his thigh plates against the backs of your legs was exquisite. Din kept one hand firmly around your hip, while the other trailed up and down your arm, raising goosebumps.

You shuddered a breath in, feeling your panties grow wetter. But you knew the ins and outs of this game, and how delicious it would be to play.

“That’s too bad, Din. You’re kind of stuck with me. I’m your riduur after all.” You giggled.

“Quiet.” Din wrapped his fingers around your jaw, pursing your lips out slightly. He ran one large, gloved finger over your lips and you playfully snapped at it, trapping the leather tip between your teeth.

“And she bites, too?” Din tsked softly. “What am I going to do with you?”

You released his finger and smiled. “I don’t know… what are you going to do with me?”

“I have a few ideas.” Din hummed thoughtfully. “I think as soon as we get home I’m going to take you to the throne room, bend you over my knee and smack your bottom until it’s so tender you can’t sit down.”

You gasped and squirmed on his lap, feeling more chills run up and down your skin with anticipation. Din’s fingers dug into your hip to still your movements.

“And when you can’t take any more, I think I’ll make you kneel down and take my cock into that lovely, wet little mouth of yours.” You felt Din’s erection start to harden against your hip, and you wiggled closer to him. He groaned once, softly, and you smiled to yourself in satisfaction.

“And- and then what?” You whispered, aching to be touched, aching for any kind of release that you could get. Din brought his free hand to your breast and you moaned. You heard him chuckle at that, squeezing the heft of your breast and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“And then I’ll make you sit on my lap.” You felt Din’s cock twitch against your hip and you longed to fulfill every dirty fantasy he was spilling into your ear.

“I’ll bury my cock deep inside you while you face the room, hold your legs open and rub your clit until you come around me.”

Din worked his fingers harder over your nipple and you whined.

“You like that idea, mesh’la? Spread wide on my lap where anyone could walk in and see us?”

You couldn’t answer, only grind your hip sideways against his erection. Din plunged two fingers down between your legs and rubbed you through your underwear. You keened a high sound and squirmed as hard as you could against his hand.

“Oh, I think you do like that idea. Looks like you’re done mouthing off now, hmm?”

You sighed and rolled your head back, and let Din talk to you all the way home.

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