Don't Get Angry With Him, He Was Patient Enough. :(

DISOBEDIENCE - INHO

pairing: inho x dom! male reader

synopsis: When the normally composed Front Man disobeys, his lover steps in to deliver a firm but intimate punishment, breaking his pride and leaving him vulnerable—only to patch him back together with tender, loving care.

content warnings: 18+, sub!inho, spanking, a little aftercare at the end

word count: 0.8k

A/N: I forgot where the request went my bad g

The control room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the monitors displaying the games in progress. You sat behind the large desk, watching the feeds in silence. Across from you stood In-ho, the Front Man, his mask clutched tightly in his hand. His usually commanding presence was subdued, his shoulders slightly hunched, his gaze avoiding yours.

“You know why you’re here,” you began, your voice cold but steady.

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I do.”

You leaned back in your chair, your gaze sharp and unyielding. “Then tell me why you thought it was acceptable to disobey my direct orders.”

He shifted uncomfortably, his grip on the mask tightening. “I… thought my decision was the better one,” he admitted reluctantly. “I was trying to—”

“You were trying to what?” you interrupted, your tone cutting through his excuse like a blade. “Undermine me? Prove that you’re above following instructions?”

“No,” he said quickly, his eyes darting to yours, desperation flickering in their depths. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“But that’s what you did,” you countered, standing and walking around the desk. Each step you took echoed in the tense silence, the air between you heavy with anticipation. “You’re supposed to be my right hand, In-ho. My enforcer. If you can’t follow orders, what message does that send to everyone else?”

He didn’t reply, his head bowing slightly as shame crept into his expression.

“Look at me,” you commanded, and after a moment of hesitation, he obeyed. His dark eyes met yours, a mix of defiance and vulnerability swirling within them.

“You’ve made a mess,” you said quietly, stepping closer. “And now, I have to clean it up. But first, I need to ensure you understand the weight of your actions.”

His breath hitched as you reached out, brushing a gloved finger along his jawline. He held your gaze, though his hands trembled slightly at his sides. You could see the tension in his body, the battle between his pride and the guilt that gnawed at him.

“Take off the jacket,” you instructed, your voice low but firm.

In-ho hesitated for only a moment before shrugging off the sleek black coat of his uniform, letting it fall to the floor. His crisp white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar, his stoic mask slipping to reveal the man underneath. The vulnerability made him seem almost human—almost.

You guided him to lean over the desk, his hands gripping the edge tightly. The room was silent except for the sound of his breathing, uneven and shallow. You slowly pulled his pants and boxers down before your hand came down with a sharp smack against his ass, the sound echoing in the confined space. He jolted, a quiet gasp escaping his lips, though he didn’t resist.

“This is about trust,” you said, your voice firm but not unkind. “And you broke it.”

Another strike, more deliberate this time, drew a stifled groan from him. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the desk harder, his composure slipping with each stinging blow.

“Do you think I enjoy this?” you asked, leaning close to his ear. “Do you think I want to punish you like this?”

“No,” he choked out, his voice strained. “I— I understand.”

“Good,” you murmured, your hand lingering for a moment before trailing up his spine, a touch both punishing and comforting. “Because if this happens again, the consequences will be far more severe.”

Another, after another, the sounds of your hand striking his ass filled the room, with him counting every single one.

“Fuck– that’s ten, sir,” he whimpered, feeling the sting all the way to his cock, making his brain go mushy.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson from this In-ho,” you said sternly, your hand massaging the flesh before striking it once more.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he nodded, his breathing ragged. “I won’t disobey you again,” he whispered. “I promise.”

You straightened, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I know you won’t,” you said softly, the edge in your voice replaced with something gentler. “You’re better than this, In-ho. Don’t make me doubt you again.”

He turned to face you, his usually stoic expression crumbling into something raw and exposed. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

You reached out, cupping his face in your hands. “You’re forgiven,” you said, your thumbs brushing away the faint traces of tears. “But don’t forget why this happened.”

“I won’t,” he vowed, his voice steadier now. “I swear it.”

You nodded, offering him a faint smile before pulling him into an embrace. His body relaxed against yours, the tension finally melting away as you held him close.

“You’re mine to trust,” you whispered into his ear, your voice both a promise and a warning. “Don’t make me regret it.”

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"Good morning, peanut~💛"

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

🤏🐸💚.

hey daddy, could I get a subby nanami fic with some gentle sex? Maybe it's the reader and his anniversary night? with lots of praise, riding, and nanami as a pretty pillow prince plzzz <33

Love Of My Life

✮❁•°♛°•❁✮- lmao, of course

✮❁•°♛°•❁✮- Nanami Kento x Male Reader

✮❁•°♛°•❁✮-Cw: mention of daddy kink but it’s used once, creampie, overstimulation, praise, anal, fingering and blowjobs

Being Kento’s husband was an easy task. He was the definition of a perfect man. All the acts of service he did for you really sealed the deal. Whether it would be climbing Mount Everest for you all the way to cleaning the dishes for you, he would do it with all the same effort.

It was currently your two’s anniversary night and Kento made it clear there would be no overtime tonight. He decided to stop at the bakery to pick up the cake he ordered for you two as he then got into his car and drove home. Everyone wondered where that sweet man was going in such a hurry so happily, and he didn’t say much.

“Just going home to my husband, it’s our anniversary.” He’d say in his usual tenor tone but with a small smile on his lips. Though, they really didn’t know the 7:3 sorcerer how you did. They didn’t know every time he excused himself to the bathroom he was fingering the life out of himself while sending you photos of the aftermath.

Pictures of a messy disheveled suit, dazed hazel eyes and blonde locks slipping down to his face. The more lewder ones consisted of pictures of his leaking cock, pre cum slipping down the shaft all the way to his full balls. Then the ones of his slick fingers shining with spit, plump ass spread so you could see his toyed-with hole. No one knew that about Kento, and no one would know except you.

He finally pulled into the garage as he kicked off his shoes and set the cake on the counter. He then set up the rose petals so you’d see them whenever you came home. He quickly showered so he smelled fresh, more delectable for you. He sat on the satin sheets waiting with his cock standing in attention as he played with himself teasingly.

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You smiled to yourself as you entered the house to see the royally decorated cake. As you took your shoes off you couldn’t help but notice the smell of roses alongside the hot temperature of the house. You glanced over to the thermostat and saw the degrees were higher then usual making you feel all bothered. You walked over to the stairs pausing at the rose petals.

You smirked to yourself realizing what this was as you began walking up the stairs. Head getting cloudier after every step. When you made it to the bedroom you saw Kento on the bed with a silk robe loosely hanging on his body. He stood up as he immediately buried his face into your neck with a shaky inhale.

“Miss me prince?” You smiled teasingly as Kento led you to the bed before slipping between your legs. He immediately unbuckled your slacks as he pull out your hard cock. Mouth enveloping your shaft with sloppy precision.

“Shit- someone’s eager.” You spoke with a breathless chuckle as he slurped at your length. Head bobbing up and down. Kento was a patient man, but this blowjob was anything but it. He usually had so much technique when it went about pleasuring you.

Now, he was just going at it with no care in the world except making you cum. It was so pleasing to see how such a reserved and calm man could lose his patience when it came to you. You slipped your hands up to his blonde locks as you begin ramming yourself into his mouth. He gagged loudly, tears welling up on pretty long lashes.

“Shhhh, breathe through the nose. Doing so good… let me use you baby.” You praised, contrasting with the harsh treatment of his body. He gripped your thighs as his eyes crossed when he peered up at you. Your orgasm quickly washed over you at the sight of his fucked out face as you brought him down to the hilt.

He inhaled the scent of you as he swallowed every drop you so graciously gave him. You pulled out slowly as he let out a small choked out noise. Throat no longer bulging with your cock lodged down it. You smiled softly at him as his swollen spit covered lips quivered in anticipation.

He climbed atop the bed as you slipped your fingers down to his hole seeing already prepped. “Guess you weren’t joking with those videos you sent huh?” You questioned with a teasing tone as he nodded. “Needed you.. couldn’t even cum.”

He spoke in a frustrated tone as you cooed. “Couldn’t hit deep enough huh sweetie?” You spoke with a smirk as you slid two fingers inside with ease, feeling around his walls. He threw his head back as he almost came on the spot. You began scissoring him as you kept hitting his prostate.

“Sweetheart… need more of you…” He pleaded as he grabbed your arm. You tilted your head. “What would that be honey?” You asked with a sickly sweet tone. A tone of mock and smugness. Kento was a good boy, when you asked for answer, he’d give it.

“Need your d-dick… been thinking about it all day.” He spoke softly to which you kissed him passionately. You looked into his eyes before you hummed. “Okay then.” You lay down on the bed, back against the pillows as he looked over confusedly.

“Ride me. It’s only fair since you made me so hard at work today because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” You retorted as he was reminded of his desperate display. He mentally cursed himself now for sending those videos, he didn’t want to ride you! He wanted to be pampered with his face shoved into the pillows while you fucked him!

But, he knew better then to disobey you. He slid his leg over you as he straddled you. He leaned up on his knees as he put your cock against his hole. With slow calculated movements he slowly began to slide down on your shaft.

When he bottomed out you two both let out content moans. You gave a smack to his ass as you smirked. “Well? Ride.” You retorted as he put his hands up onto your chest with a desperate look. He began rocking his hips back and forth with needy movements, letting out wanting moans as you shuffled around his guts.

Slow and steady grinding movements is what Kento did. You looked up at him with a soft smile, the sight of your husband so desperate, so needy, was adorable. You tracked your eyes from his face, down to his body as you observed with a noise of interest. You then put your hands on his soft hips as you looked up at him.

“Go faster.” You demanded as he let out a whine. His thighs burned as he tried to pick up the speed. The feeling of your cock impaling his prostate with every slow drag of his hips. He was already so close while you were telling him to go faster.

“I- ah, hmmmphhhh…” He bit his lip as his eyes rolled back. You let out a grunt as you felt his walls vice your cock making you almost whine. You glanced down to see his flushed cock dripping onto your stomach, painting it in his fluid. You raised a soft eyebrow as a small smile graced your face at the pathetic display.

“Oh gosh- honey, I’m so sorry.. I-I, you were just hitting me so deep and I hah-“ he let out a noise of surprise as you slipped out, turning him over to lay on the fluffy pillows. You immediately saw the apologetic look slip out as his hazel eyes glazed over. He lost all train of thought as you smiled softly.

“Well, daddy’s gotta cum right? And although it was so hot to see how you rode him… he needs to feel you deeper and faster okay baby boy?” You asked softly as you slipped back into him with ease, toes curling as he wrapped his long legs around your torso.

You wasted no time pounding your beloved into the mattress, and he wasted no time as his eyes rolled back and he began crying and whining. Kento was always such a baby when it came to being pampered. You leaned in as you kissed his tears away before leaning down to kiss him fervently. You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him by biting his tongue just a bit.

You pulled back as you let out a groan, a telltale sign you were close. And by the way Kento’s eyes were rolled back into his head and the feeling of his walls twitched, so was he. You slid a hand down as you squeezed his shaft as you began stroking. You felt him tighten as you pulsed.

“Cum for me love..” you spoke into his ear as he let out a sob of pleasure. He painted your stomach and chest once more with his cum as you painted his insides with your own. You lay on top of him for a moment as you caught your breath. Kento shakily breathed as you slipped out of him, you replaced yourself with your fingers in hope to prevent the sheets from getting soaked with your fluids.

Eventually you lay beside him as you both caught your breath. “Happy anniversary baby.” You smiled softly kissing his cheek. He glanced over to you with heavy lidded eyes as a soft smile graced his face. “Happy anniversary…” He repeated as he wrapped his arms around you.

A/n: Thank yall so much for the upcoming requests AND 1000 FOLLOWERS WOOOO!!!! That’s been my goal for a while and I love all you❤️. This was a really fun one to write since it was pretty versatile lol. Anyways, requests are one as usual, feel free to send as many as you all want! I’m doing my best to get them out pretty much every day. Peace! ✌🏽

blue and grey

summary: four years after the flood, you move out of gotham to start anew in metropolis — the cute reporter that steals your heart is just collateral damage.

pairings: clark kent x wayne!reader, bruce wayne x sister!reader, platonic batfam x reader (no use of y/n)

all dividers by @cafekitsune!

i. one (2.2k) — One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do; two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one. Or: you're two years old when you lose your parents. Your brother, a kid himself, is unable to give you the love you deserve, and you end up at twenty being as burn out as only a Gotham University student can be. So, what do you do? Change scenery, of course.

ii. like him (tbd) — Mama I'm chasing a ghost, I don't know who he is; mama I'm chasing a ghost, I don't know where he is; mama I'm chasing a ghost, do I look like him? Or: you've never realised how much you look like your parents until the press points that out. How can you miss something that you've never had?

more chapters to be added!

Clan of Three - Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: The Siege

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, massive angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments but still mainly sad

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The Crest while usually silent was void of anything, no conversation, no laughter from the child’s behavior, no words of Mando’a taught, nothing. It was as if no one was even on board the ship. Din stood in the hull looking in on the hole in the wall speaking to the child, “All right, let’s try this again. Okay, did you… Do you have the wire?” He speaks to the child who stands in the small compartment trying to fix the damage though he doesn’t fully understand.  “Okay. Did you get the wire out? The red wire?” The child looks at the board of wires his small hands moving to pull out the blue wire,

“No, no, no. No, the red one. Show me the red wire. The red one.” Din points at the red wire and the child uses his other hand to grab the red wire, “Yes, good. Now, you’re going to plug that red wire where the blue wire goes into the board.”

The child looks back at Din confused then back to the board, “Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board, okay? But don’t let them touch. You see where you took the blue one off? Yes, now put the red one…” The child moves the red wire toward the blue port before putting the blue one make and Din shakes his head trying to explain to the child.

“No, don’t put the blue one back. Put the red one where the blue one was. And put the blue one where the red one was. But be careful.” Din warns the child as he brings the wires back towards the board, “They’re oppositely charged, so keep them away from each other. Make sure you hold them apart from… No, hold them apart.” A spark of electricity crackles as the two cables touch shocking the child. Smoke appears from the hole as Din looks in, “Oh… Are you okay?”

A cough of smoke comes out of the child’s mouth as it whines, holding his hands out he pulls the kid from the hole looking down at him, “Well, it was worth a shot. There’s no way we’re making it to Corvus in this shape. I think we need to visit some friends for repairs. So, how’d you like to go back to Nevarro?” The child coos in excitement and it’s decided. Footsteps from the cargo hull to say the glimpse of you retreating into the hull. To say things have been tense would be an understatement, follow the fight you hardly interacted with him. You avoid the cockpit at all costs, you’ve been holed up in the cargo hull even sleeping there despite it not having heating there. You kept your distance and it hurt him.

You had heard the end of his one-sided conversation with the child about returning to Nevarro so you settled yourself in the area you dedicated for yourself in the cargo hull. Your cot had been set up with some extra blanket your weapons and your satchel with the jedi texts. Since you lost a source of conversation you spent your time reading the books or just focusing on the force. In the books jedi mediated to reconnect themselves to the force, stronger users could connect with other jedi across the galaxy or even with jedi who were no longer alive. You had tried as the books described it but you either got nothing from it or this dread feeling that made you stop meditating. You felt the ship descend towards what you assume is Nevarro and you grab your blaster and knife holster them and attach your saber to your belt. You heard the doors to the ramp open up as you exit the hull where you see Din speaking to Greef who is holding the child dressed in new more regal clothes and Cara in her armor that looks fixed up.

“Ah, and there is the other one I assume your travels with Mando have been well?” Greef says as you can feel Din’s gaze through his helmet burning into your skin. You nod trying to hide your awkwardness from the question.

“Never a boring day..” Your comment makes Greef laughs as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you toward the city.

Freeing yourself from Greef’s hold you take in the bustling streets with people and trade, smiles on their faces, unlike the grimness of bounty hunters or the empire. ”Looks like you two have been busy.” Din notices the change as well.

“I myself have been steeped in clerical work. Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.” Greef says and you look over at Cara who has a proud look on her face from the title.

“Your ship’s not lookin’ too good.” Cara mentions and Din nods, “I had a run-in with the New Republic.”

“They should leave the Outer Rim alone. If the Empire couldn’t settle it, what makes them think they can? Here we are.” Greef says leading you to the former cantina where you were pinned down by Gideon and the empire.

“I’m surprised to see this place is still standing.” You say looking at the fixed windows and the door that’s not blasted in. Greef smiles motioning you all inside, “Wait till you see inside.” The sight of children all sitting at desks surprises you as a protocol droid teaches the class,

“Who can name one of the five major trade routes in the galaxy? Anyone? How about the Corellian Run?” A young boy raises his hand before speaking, “The Hydian Way?” “Yes, the Hydian Way. That is correct.”

“A school?” Din says as you all stand to the side looking at the class that didn’t seem disturbed by your sudden appearance. You look over the children all of them young before you spot one child, a girl looking at you. She sits in the middle rows where the once cantina tables were. Her hair is just loosely done up her eyes wide as she looks over you her eyes see the weapon on your belt and almost awe and excitement cover her face. You smile lightly at the child and she grins waving shyly before facing forward. You look around at the classroom it looked nothing like the cantina before. A hand on your shoulder from Cara pulls you from your thoughts as you leave and give a small wave to the child who sits in the front row.

The center was filled with stands for goods and trinkets to be sold, “Things have changed since you’ve been here but it’s always good to have you return.” Greef explains to you and Din as you make your way out of the square. A loud crash fills the air and the e-web ammunition box explodes the fire and heat scorching your skin. The gunfire is loud in your ears as a blaster shot past you. Panic and adrenaline rush through you as your heart pounds loudly in your ears. The fighting and the screams around you are deafening and appearing from the flames was Moff Gideon the blaster in his hands dropping to the ground as he moves for something attached to his belt. Your hand moves to your saber to attack when a hand grips your wrist tightly.

“Kid!” Din’s voice breaks through all the noise and everything is normal, no fires, there are no signs of fighting, and no Moff Gideon. Your hand jerk forward to try to activate your blade but Din’s hand stops you, “Breathe kid…hey listen you gotta breathe..” His voice is clear as you gasp for air and you see Cara and Greef looking at you in concern for you suddenly trying to fight. Your pounding heart settles and you see that the noise was the cart of metal items crashing against each other.

“Kid?!” Din calls out to you and you notice his grip on your wrist and you pull away as if he burned you. Your hand holds your saber in a deadly grip looking at the three adults that were still looking at you in concern almost speaking to each other silently.

“I’m fine..” You breathe out forcing yourself to holster your saber though you still felt like he would appear around the corner. The three of them look at you each with their worries as you look away from them your hands balled into fists trying to put your focus somewhere else, “I’m fine really.” You nod trying to prove to them but also to yourself. You weren’t sure how long they were watching you until Greef nods before making his way to his office, Cara glances at you before joining Greef. You walk behind her, your eyes darting to where Moff Gideon stood his hands moving towards something attached to his belt. Stop it that wasn’t real. Your safe you’re fine. Din keeps his eyes glued to your retreating figure trying to understand what had just happened.

Entering Greef’s office you hear a man’s voice. “There’s no registration on the ship, but I’m pretty sure it belongs…” His voice trails off seeing Din following behind you three and fear covers his face.

“I believe you two have met.” Greef looks at the two of them and Din nods, ”I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Right back at ya.” The blue man responds fearfully. “Mythrol here’s taken care of my books since he was a pollywog. But then he disappeared one day after a bit of creative accounting.” Greef says and Mythrol nods.

“Magistrate Karga was generous enough to let me work off my debt. Thank you, by the way.” He says indebted to the human who shrugs, “Three hundred and fifty years, but who’s counting?”

Din nods looking at his former bounty, “Well, if he runs off on you again, let me know.” “Let me assure you, I do not wanna spend any more time in carbonite. Still can’t see outta my left eye.” Mythrol promises while putting a hand up to his eyes remembering the cold from the carbonite.

“Can we talk business?” Cara says and Din gives her a look. “I’m only here for repairs.”

“Which’ll take a while. Which means you’ll have free time on your hands, right? And we could really use your help.” Greef points out and Din knows he wasn’t going to refuse.

“Help how?” A map is pulled up of the planet, “This is Nevarro. We’re here. This entire area’s a green zone. Completely safe. But over on this side is the problem.” Cara points at the green area and then focuses on a small red area or the map, “It’s an old Imperial base. It’s where all those troops came from when we defeated Moff Gideon. This base has been here since the Imperial expansion. It’s got a skeleton crew, but for some reason, it hasn’t been abandoned.”

“There’s a lot o’ heavy weaponry in that place the black market would love to dismantle and get their hands on,” Greef says looking at the imperial base with disdain and you look at the base of it as well,

“And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.” You say and Greef nods before turning to the man,

“Mando, I just want them off my planet. If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe. We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector.” Greef begs and Cara adds, “And the planet would finally be free.”

Din looks over the map, “What are we looking at?”

“The whole base is powered by a reactor. We sneak in, overload the reactor, and get the hell outta there.” Greef explains as you travel by speeder toward the imperial base. You were inside the vehicle before Din could give any comment about you not going on this mission.

“Let’s be fast. And keep the speeder running.” Din warns you all as you travel over the lava flats of Nevarro. Coming up ahead through the canyon was the large base, “There it is, right there. You see it?” Greef points up at it resting along the edge of the canyon.

“How close you want me to drop you off?” Mythrol asks nervously being this close to a potential fight, “How ’bout the front door?” Greef comments and Mythrol gives him a look of fear,

“It’s a little close for a civilian, don’t you think?” Greef looks at him, “I got two choices for ya. You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.”

“Or?” “Or I leave ya out here in the lava flats to walk home with whatever’s left in your humidity vest.” Mythrol sighs his options limited,

“It’s not much of a choice, is it?” You arrive in front of an elevator that leads to the base, you all climb out beside Mythrol, “All right. We can’t go any further than this.”

“Controls are useless. They’re melted.” Cara huffs looking at the melted panel, “Well, it’s probably not rated for lava.” Your comment which makes Greef grimace at the base,

“Imperial trash.”

“All right, I’m headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we could set up a rendezvous time.” Mythrol says starting up the vehicle but Greef points his finger at him, “You park your gills right there until I say otherwise.”

“I’m startin’ to dehydrate, boss.” The aqua man whines, “Okay, how does 30 more years off your debt sound?” Greef offers and the man sighs once again,

“Can you at least be quick about it?” “You wanna be quick? Grab the flange cutter and help us out.”

“Okay, fine. I don’t like leaving my speeder like this, just so you know.” He climbs out of the vehicle while you all stand waiting for him, “Come on, hurry it up.” Greef rushes him as he pulls out an item from the speeder,

“All right, I’m coming.” He responds before coming to the door and starting to cut the door open. “Hurry up.” Greef rushes him as he barely has gotten an inch done. The sound of a jetpack and you see Din rocket up to the platform leaving you all behind. The crackling of electricity as he cuts through the metal door.

“How long is this gonna take?” Cara asks and Mythrol turns away from his work, “Look, lady, this is rated for light plumbing and such. You’re lucky I even packed it at all.” He turns back continuing his small work and you sigh before stepping forward,

“Step aside,” “Step aside? Why would I need t-” Your saber ignites with a howl and he barely moves as it digs into the door and you start carving your way in much faster than Mythrol had been.

“That’s a…” Mythrol says in awe, “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Greef comments looking surprised at the weapon. A large thud as a stormtrooper lands on the ground as you finish cutting through the door. You step inside holstering your saber and looking at the three.

“Come on.” Greef enters followed by Cara who pauses looking at Mythrol still standing away from the door, “Are you comin’ in or what?”

“I’ll take my chances here, but thank you.” He says and Cara warns him and he suddenly looks frightened, “Well, when the lava tide comes in, give us a holler. We’ll drop you a rope.” He quickly enters and the four of you reach the platform, you see the aftermath of Din’s fight as he stands amongst dead troopers,

“Empty base, huh?” He comments and Greef moves past him towards the entrance,

“The reactor should be set in the heat shaft. If we drain the cooling lines, this whole base will go up in a matter of minutes.” You follow the man until Mythrol points at a large armored vehicle, “Look. It’s a mint Trexler Marauder. We can get a lot for this on the black market.”

“And it’s gonna get vaporized like the rest of this base. Now, let’s go.” Din says moving towards the hangar full of speeder bikes and you hear Myhtrol mutter over the lost. You all snuck further into the base Cara entered the command center to take down the officer. You hear faint choking before she waves you all in.

Din moves to the board to mess with the cameras while Greef and Mythrol lot the body, “This will come in handy.” You stay by the entrance standing guard, your hand rests on your saber. Since entering you’ve felt this presence or energy that weighs down on you. It felt dark…evil. Faint whispers call out to you making you look down a long hall.

“I know you’re there…”

His voice echoes out and a hand latches to your shoulder making you jump. Cara looks down at you with your frightened expression, “We’re moving kid.” She says and you nod stepping away from her and start following after the group, you could feel that lingering but the heat almost burned your shoulder. You could picture his hand moving to his belt before you’re back in the imperial base.

You’re suddenly pulled back against the wall and passing by are two stormtroopers,

“Must’ve blown a transformer over there.” “All right. We’ll check it out.” The troopers move further down the hall as you hear them continue to talk,

“Section-Four? TK-1-4-7.” “Scan control has been unreliable since last rotation. Send a technical crew to check it out.” The two disappear around the corner and that’s when you notice it was Din that grabbed you and you quickly pull away. You ignore the man’s gaze on you before he moves towards a door, “There, Mythrol, slice that door.”

“Use the code cylinder,” Greef adds as Mythrol moves to the door pulling out the cylinder and putting in the port the door opens the heat of the lava warming you all as you step inside.

“Whoa!” Mythrol yells out seeing the bubbling lava many feet below, “Yeah, “whoa” is right. That’s it. Get on the reactor controls, and drain the coolant lines. We’ll watch the doors.” He points to the panel and Mythrol looks at the panel and then at the group.

“Me?” “Yes, you!”

Mythrol looks at the fall down, “I’m afraid o’ heights. And heat. And lava.”

“How ’bout if I put ya back in carbonite? Get over there!” Din threatens him and that kicks him in gear as he moves to the edge that leads to the panel, “There’s no guardrail on this.”

“Come on!” You all shout as he inches his way back and pressed the wall to the panel you could see the clear fear on his face, “Come on, hurry up, hurry up. Hurry up!” Greef yells at him and he turns to clutch the wall with shaky hands pulling out the cylinder and inserting it. Accessing the control console there are so beeps before a large alarm starts going off,

“All right, she’s gonna blow. Let’s go! Let’s get outta here!” You yell as Mythrol scrambles back to safety as you rush out of the reactor core,

“How long do we have?” Cara asks as you race through the halls,

“Ten minutes at the most,” Mythrol says. The alarm blares as you narrowly dodge a trio of troopers passing through the hall “5-3-8-7 and 5-3-8-9, follow me. Call in reinforcements!” Once they pass you all take off through the corridors. Entering a room you see a pair of men standing in front of a control panel,

“Hurry up, purge the drives. Destroy it!” One of them yells out pulling out a weapon and shooting at the panel slightly and at you guys. Din quickly shoots the one man trying to wipe and he slumps over the panel the second one tries firing when his blaster is ripped from him and he gasps for air his hands moving to his throat. The four adults look over at you with your hand held out in a grip-like gesture as you watch the officer before your gaze moves to the wall.

“What the…” You whisper and the others look at the walls, several tanks containing deformed beings none of them looking in any form alive.

“I thought you said this was a forward operating base.” Cara says looking at the glass and Greef looks confused as well, “I thought it was.”

Cara shakes her head before turning towards the panel and the man, “No, this isn’t a military operation. This is a lab. We need to get into the system and figure out what’s going on.” You look at the man you have captive.

“Do it.” You order him and the scientist glares before spitting at your feet, “I’d rather die.” He snarls before gasping harder his face going red.

“That could be arranged.” You remark and Din looks over at you surprised by your comment. “Calm down kid,”

Cara looks over at Mythrol motioning for him to do it, “What about the reactor…” He asks

“Do it! Do it.” She orders and he moves to the panel passing by the scientist who glares at him and then moves the dead body off the panel, “Pardon me.”

“I don’t like this.” Din comments as Mythrol works on getting into the system. Suddenly a transmission appears via hologram as the same doctor from Nevarro stands speaking,

“Replicated the results of the subsequent trials, which also resulted in catastrophic failure. There were promising effects for an entire fortnight, but then, sadly, the body rejected the blood. I highly doubt we’ll find donors with a higher M-count, though. I recommend that we suspend all experimentation. I fear that the volunteer will meet the same regrettable fate if we proceed with the transfusion. Unfortunately, we have exhausted our initial supply of blood. The Child is small, and I was only able to harvest a limited amount without killing him. We were able to gain more amounts from the girl but it still wasn’t efficient. If these experiments are to continue as requested, we would again require access to the donors. I will not disappoint you again, Moff Gideon.” The air grows cold hearing that name spoken as the transmission ends.

“This must be an old transmission. Moff Gideon is dead.” Din says but his voice sounds far away. This couldn’t be real. He‘s dead you saw it with your eyes, the Tie-fighter went down in flames. No…he couldn’t be alive. His hands move to his belt, the fire, the explosions…all of it. 

“No. This recording’s three days old.”

He’s here…right now.

Din’s blood runs cold as the news hits him, “If Gideon’s alive then…” The loud choking fills the air and the four adults look at the scientist clutching his throat his face was turning blue, and the blood vessel in his eyes popped and bleeding. The veins on his arms and neck bulge as he tries to breathe. Din’s head snaps over to you standing there. You’re still staring ahead your eyes glossed over lost in your head and your hand closing into a fist.

“Kid! Stop it, kid,” Din yells moving to you grabbing your shoulders shaking you but you barely register the feeling so lost in your head. Moff Gideon was alive. The child…you. He’s going to find you, he already knows you’re here. It was too hot, why couldn’t you breathe? Your heart was hurting, your fingers were digging into your palm hard enough to break the skin.

His hand moves to the belt and then there’s pain.

A loud crack fills the air and air rushes back into you making you fall over but Din catches you before you could hit the ground. The lights were bright and everything was loud. It wasn’t until Din’s voice pulls you from your head finally.

“Deep breathes kid okay, haalur par ni.”(Breathe for me) He says and your gaze moves past the beskar helmet and you see the man. His neck is contorted at an angle that is not natural a fear-stricken look on his face, his lifeless eyes staring back at you.

You did that...

“Over there!” A voice shouts out and a blaster fire is blocked by beskar, “I need you to move kid, okay?” He says holding your face to make you look at him and only him. You killed him…you’ve never killed anyone like that. You didn’t know you could do something like that. Din helps you to your feet as the final trooper drops dead.

“I need to get the kid,” Din says needing to go check on the safety of the child but at the same time wanting to stay and look after you. Your arms leave his hands and your face is calm as you pull off your saber, “Just go Din.” You don’t even look at him when you speak this being the first time since your fight. He can see the fear and anger on your face and your hand a death grip on your saber.

Din looks over at Cara who nods, “Jet back, you’re faster that way. We’ll head to the speeder and meet you in town.” Din hesitates but the look Cara tells him she has her makes him leave. He gives you one final look before taking off through the hall and blaster fire starts.

You go to move but Cara’s hand grabs your bicep, “You alright kid, I need you focused.” She says look over you and you nod stepping away from her.

“I’m fine Cara…let’s get out of here.” You say and a howl emits from your saber the orange blade coloring your face you turn and start down the hall leaving the three to witness the massacre ahead of them. The three adults had just exited the room to see you violently swing your saber it cleaving a trooper’s head off. You used two hands as you attacked the unsuspected trooper not even caring where you hit just wanting them dead. It was tunnel vision as you push through the halls with no regard for the adults behind you would cover your blind spots but you only had one thought in mind. Your vision blurred between the halls of the base cutting through troopers or deflecting their bullets to large grand halls. The gunfire surrounds you the bolts not red but blue as they whip past you and you jam your blade into the chest of a trooper but they don’t wear a uniform you’re familiar with. The designs are older with blue accents, the sounds are muffled as you swing your blade and with each attack, you’re brought to and from this large hall.

“You have something I want,”

His voice echoes through the hall, and his hand moves to his belt. A sharp punch floods the side of your body as the orange blade cuts through the arms holding the blaster a scream rips from the trooper's throat their cleaved hands on the ground the wound searing from the weapon. Their screams are silenced as you deliver the killing blow your body heaving as you take in your surroundings. The tunnel vision lifts finding yourself back on the shuttle bay a litter of trooper bodies surrounds you some limbless others with fatal slashes and stab wounds.

“KID!” Cara’s voice yells out and you see the three of them taking on their own troopers. The ache in your side grows worse and you bring your hand to it confused why it was wet, pulling back to see red coat your hand before everything went black.

An earsplitting scream wakes you up as you try to figure out where it was coming from until the strain in your throat makes you realize it’s you who is screaming. Your body locks up as your head slams back on the metal floor, hands press into your side you feel movement under you as well as the sound of blaster fire with multiple voices crying out.

“Oh god, he’s gonna kill me…like dead dead!” Mythrol is above you a fearful expression on his face as he presses into your side. You recoil away trying to get away but he just follows pressing harder and releasing another ear-piercing scream.

“Shut up Mythrol! I swear to the maker!” You hear Cara’s voice yell out and the vehicle you’re in takes a sharp turn causing the two of you to slide and you black out for a few seconds. You gasp for air your hands latching onto Mythrol’s arm before something hits the vehicle shaking it and you cry out as his hands slip off your side quickly scrambling back to your side.

“What happened?!” You hear Cara yell and rapid footsteps until you see Greef now at your side fear covers Greef’s face as his hands rip a long stripe of fabric from his cloak pressing against your stomach and you let out a sharp inhale.

“Turrets busted! Find a medpack now!” He says Mythrol rushes off and Greef takes over as your hands shake. Every inhale and exhale cause more pain, and tears spill past your temples into your hair. Another sharp turn and your eyes roll into the back of your head but a hand smack against your cheek as you look at Greef, “Need you awake kid okay. We’re gonna get you back safe, you’re gonna be fine.” He says and you nod weakly his hands grab yours putting them over your stomach and pressing down on them, “I need you to help keep pressure okay.” He orders and you nod your hands weaker than his as you push your hands down the sharp pain makes you cry and you rip your hands away from you. Greef forces your hands back, his hands on top of yours pressing down as you cry your legs kicking out.

“Where’s that kriffing medpack!” He yells. The TIEs strafe them into the canyon no longer protecting them as Cara forces the vehicle to go as fast as it can go. The city is close to them but the TIEs and their attacks are closer before an attack can kill them off one of the TIEs explode into flames as Cara sees the Razor Crest appear taking the fight from them. The last two follow after the ship as it takes off into the sky as the Mandalorian swiftly controls the ship. Taking to the skies destroying the third TIE fighter before letting the ship fall right towards the last one and destroying it. The Crest lands before the Marauder seeing Cara exiting a stressed looked on her face and smears of red decorating her teal armor. Din looks around confused seeing only her coming out,

“Where’s..” “Mando-” A scream cuts through the air making them freeze in place as his gaze snaps over to the vehicle and another cry has him in motion. He feels bile enter his throat seeing the trickle of blood at the doorway and when he turns he wants to expel the vile liquid in him but forces it back down. Large smears of blood as if someone was dragged and Greef is hovering over someone. Mythrol with his hands and clothes are red, unlike his blue skin pressed against the wall. He shrinks back seeing the Mandalorian’s presence and when Greef moves back the world around him crumbles.

Your skin is lacking color sweat flushes your skin as Greef continues speaking comforting words as your hands and his press against your side. You were decorated in it, all over your side and pant leg, even your face with flecks of it. The rage the need to return and find whoever was responsible to do horrendous things until they were wishing they died faster, but it was fear…the fear that this was your last moments, the last moments with them…with him. That fear took over him. His last words you would remember would be of hate and you would leave feeling unloved when it was the opposite.

“You’re gonna be alright kid,” Greef says to you as you nod your hands weakly under his as he mainly puts all the pressure, you saw the distress in his voice when they couldn’t find a medpack in the vehicle. A new figure appears and your eyes widen seeing the familiar helmet.

“din..”

“Hey you’re fine kid, I’m here you’re fine..” Din says and you nod the pain like waves crashing down on you the need to rest your eyes strong as your eyes flutter but a gloved hand against your face stops that, “Need your eyes open ya hear me? Just keep those eyes focused on me.” He says and you nod his hand though rough from the leather covering it comforting.

“Get to the Crest you have 30 seconds to find the medpack before I get there.” His voice quickly coldly aimed at Mythrol and Cara as they rush off before he looks back at you. “I’m gonna have to pick you up, we’re gonna get you fixed up.” You shake your head frantically trying to pull away the pain grows stronger as your tears stream down your face. “No...no no no.”

“I’m sorry I know, you’re alright cyar'ika,” Din says as he moves to your other side before looking at Greef, “On my call…one…two-” He doesn’t get to three as his arms pull you into the air a scream shatters his heart as you cry in his arms, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. Cyar’ika you’re doing great.” Each step he takes brings you to the Crest the pain indescribable you’re pretty sure you passed out waking up again on two crates pushed together as Cara pushes up part of your shirt. A shriek rips from your throat feeling something pressing into the wound, your body locks up your hands curl into fists. The muscles and veins in your jaw and neck protrude with how much you are flexing them. The ship shakes the lights flicker a loud creaking sound and a hand covers one of yours.

“Breath kid, you’re alright…shush you’re alright.” Din’s voice is right beside you as he takes your hand, Cara frantically though focused as she pulls out a container of bacta spray, some dressings, and a cauterizer, you hear the mumble of an apology before a searing pain fills you as your scream rips through the Crest. Your legs kick out and Mythrol with Greef grabs them holding them down your upper body curls upwards but Din’s hands pin you back down as sobs wrack from your lungs. Your chest heaving as tears pour down your face Din whispers comforting words as his heart breaks more trying to get you to focus on something else as the bacta spray is applied on you. You’re either gasping for air or holding it in and black spots dot your vision and Din has to force you to breathe or slow your gasps

“Mando.” Cara’s voice makes him look up at the woman seeing her holding the instrument, “You need to make sure she doesn’t pass out.” Din nods looking down at you his hand wiping away the tears from your face still holding you down but he moves to take your hand.

“I need you to listen to me..it’s going to hurt,” The frantic shakes of your head makes him continue while trying to calm you down, “I know I know…You hold my hand and you squeeze as hard as you can scream…cry..but you can’t pass out.” He says and you continue crying,

“I don’t wanna die…please...please I wanna stop…dad.” Your voice slurs slightly and the room grows cold hearing the fearful tone. The way you were certain that you were going to die. But for Din, the one word rings clear in his head, ‘dad.’

“You’re going to be alright..you hear me…you’re not leaving me.” He promises you his hand squeezes tightly on you before he pulls away slightly and you see him rip something off himself and you feel rough skin against your hand and on your face. Your eyes though weak and hazy widen feeling the skin touching yours, the contact of his against yours. You knew the importance of his creed the reason his skin, his face is hidden behind beskar and he just broke a part of it…for you. He squeezes your hand again his other swipes the tears from your cheek the pads of his fingers warm, “You’re going to be alright.”

You weren’t sure how you didn’t pass out from the pain that was unlike anything you could experience, you never wanted this to happen to even your worst enemies. The smell of burning flesh and the heat of a thousand suns as Cara cauterizes your wound, the veins, everything to stop the massive bleeding.

Your screams would haunt Din for the rest of his life but he just kept holding your hand his other pushing back any hair that got in front of you, to wipe away the tears, or to make sure you were still breathing. You felt trapped inside your body as you felt every minute detail of the tool against your skin, feeling it pull away your locked-up body relaxes against the crates your sobs echoing through the hull as Din whispers comforting words. At that moment when your muscles were no longer locked up, no pain surged through your body, and the mental and physical exhaustion you were put through quickly made you fall unconscious.

The Crest is deadly silent your bed and items moved into the main hull where it was properly heated and he could keep a close eye on you, you were asleep in your cot still dressed in your bloody clothes though Cara took a cloth to try to clean you up slightly. The child in its pram resting right beside your bed a sad look on his small face.

In the cargo hull, Din is frighteningly quiet, the aura of the deadly bounty hunter many had feared was here. The sound of footsteps alerts Cara’s arrival and she didn’t get a moment before she’s slammed against the wall by the Mandalorian slightly choked out.

“You said you would keep her safe.” His voice sends chills down the woman’s spine and she doesn’t try to fight back.

“Mando let’s all just take a breather,” Greef says pulling him off her as Cara rubs her hand against her throat. “I know none of this is going to make you feel better but she’s going to be alright.”

“She shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place!” Din yells his now gloved hand pointing toward where you rest.

“You didn’t see what we saw…she was something different.” Cara tries warning him but he turns away.

“Just go.” His word is final as the three look at the back of the Mandalorian. Mythrol leaves first and Cara gives him one last look before exiting the Crest. Din stares at the wall the sound of your screams the blood staining his ship a memory scorched into his mind.

“Mando...I wish you safe travel..” Greef says to the silent bounty hunter before he too departs the ship.

The three watch the Crest depart quickly leaving the planet its coordinates put in for Corvus. Din climbs down from the cockpit spotting the child out of his pram resting beside your side he watches his little hand reach out but Din pulls him away, “I’m sorry kid, there’s not much to do.” The child tries reaching his arms back towards the unconscious girl whimpers coming from him.

“She’ll be alright,” Din says looking down at you resting a pained expression on your face that he wishes to rid of. His words are a promise to the child, to you, and to him. To keep him going, to fight another day to see you alright, to see both his children alright. They were so close just a planet from them both being returned to their kind but he couldn’t ignore the pain in his chest. He would lose the both of you to the Jedi but you would be safe, you’ll be alright.

“She has to be…”

This was a little idea that I came up with for some reason but yeah.

“Ad’ika”

Summary: Fives have been patronizing you for the last couple of rotations with a word in a language you don’t understand. Now you’ll stop at nothing to figure out his little game.

Paring: Fives x GN Padawan Reader (PLATONIC WOOO)

Warning: none :) please try to enjoy

Word count: 902 This was meant to be a drabble but long then I expected, but shorter than my normal fics… if that makes sense

Notes: giving myself a pat on the back for actually proof reading something. Thank you thank you *bows*



Fives laughed as he practically draped himself over Echo's shoulder, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Just tell me Fives!" You shot your hands up, running them quickly through your hair. Fives for the past few rotations started calling you a name in a language you didn't understand which was very unfair.

Ad'ika.

It has been haunting you since Fives started.

You knew some words in Mando'a but this was not one of the limited few.

A smirk flashed across his face again. Echo rolled his eyes at his batch mates actions knowing it was stupid to peeve off a Jedi.

"Echo come on." You tried him for the 100th time. "At least tell me it's nothing bad."

"It's nothing bad." Echo simply said looking from you to Fives.

"Then tell me!"

Fives only shook his head before looking down to his comms. "Maybe after training, which your going to be late for." He shot a finger up silencing your next thought, then jabbed towards the door the doors.

You took one last desperate glance at Echo which he only replayed with a shrug. Heavy footsteps stomped through the halls and out of their ear shot.

"Are you ever going to end their misery? I'm sure by tomorrow they're going to be threatening you with that lightsaber." Echo glance back at Fives as he now decided to get up once you were gone.

"Maybe." Fives said with a laugh. "I'm already in too deep, I said it on accident once but it's kinda growing on me." He bumped shoulders with Echo as they walked out into the halls.

"Besides it's making all the vodes very happy to have just a little fun keeping a small secret."

"And to be calling them that." Echo added as they both turned without thought to the barracks.

You dodged out of the way as you felt the air of the punch that Anakin sent right against your cheek.

The small training room aboard the Dominator wasn’t ideal but between missions it was perfect, or even to clear up some thoughts.

Anakin sent another kick that barely missed grazing your side. You could hear the load inhale that came from the Captain watching

“Y/N what’s going on today?” He asked in between punches and kicks. “Your distracted- I can barely hear myself think.”

With a grunt you sent another kick towards your master which he easily blocked. “Fives is driving me up the wall.” You said with a breath.

“What’s new? Welcome to my life.” Rex added from the wall he leaned on. “What did he do this time.” Anakin finished for him, bringing the sparing to a stop.

“He keeps saying something to me that I don’t understand. Every cycle I hear it but he won’t tell me, none of the men will.” You slide down the wall to the dusty mat that covered most of the floor.

Rex let out a small chuckle before Anakin joined you on the floor. “Well what is it?”

You leaned your head on the wall before answering. “Ad’ika.” The new language felt weird on your tongue. “Do you know it master?”

Anakin glanced at Rex before looking back at you. “Fives is calling you that?” He asked with a smile growing on his face.

“Yes! All the men are. Do you know what it means?” Your eyes lightened up looking form Anakin and Rex. Maybe finally you’ll get answers.

Anakin along with Rex started to laugh, clearly something about your misery was amusing to them.

“Well since Fives asked me not too I’m sure the general would be perfect to let you in on their little game.” Rex put his hands up in surrender as he joined the pair on the ground.

Rex watched as Anakin leaned over and whispered in your ear. You snapped your head towards his direction with a questioning look on your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure Y/N.” Anakin said with a smirk. “I’ve definitely heard Rex say it before.”

It made perfect sense now.

An old mission where you and Fives were in a Saloon when someone asked who you were- it rolled right off his tongue just as easy as his name did when introducing himself.

In the dead of night after a hard campaign- the comforting words seemed to wrap you up like a blanket.

All the times Fives has called you that seemed to be seen clearly through the light of day. They all came flooding back to you.

It seemed like a trance when you got up and walked away from the training room. Your brain didn’t really know where you were going but your legs did.

Around a corner, then another. You practically bumped into Fives as you turned into another corridor, the path to the barracks seemed engraved into your mind at this point.

“How was training Ad-“ Before he could finish his sentence you wrapped your arms in a rib crushing hug around Fives.

Caught off guard it took him a second to really register what was going on. “Is everything all right Y/N?”

You nodded into his chest, staying in his warm embrace for a moment longer before you said. “I like that name. Please don’t ever stop using it.”

You felt Fives give a little chuckle before he said. “I knew you would.

Ad’ika: Little one/ Son/ Daughter

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