#Best Kids Room Interior Designs

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20 Must-See Cottagecore & Dark Academia Blend Kids Bedroom Ideas

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Transform your home into a kid-friendly haven! Consult with an interior designer in Singapore to create a space that's both stylish and safe for your little ones. They'll help you find the perfect interior design firm to fit your family's needs.

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Kids Bedroom Ideas: Fun, Functional, and Inspiring Spaces

When exploring kids bedroom ideas, aim for a balance of fun and functionality. Choose vibrant colors, multifunctional furniture, and smart storage solutions to keep things organized. Adding personal touches and playful decor will create a cozy, inspiring space where your child can play, learn, and relax.

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Discover imaginative kids' room designs by Euphoria Interiors, the foremost interior designer in Dubai. Each space is crafted to inspire and nurture young minds, combining playful themes with functional solutions. From whimsical wall art to ergonomic furniture, every detail is tailored to enhance creativity and comfort. Euphoria Interiors transforms your child's room into a vibrant sanctuary, reflecting their personality and fostering a sense of wonder. With a commitment to excellence and innovation, we redefine children's interior design in Dubai, ensuring each room is a haven where dreams flourish. Trust Euphoria Interiors to create magical spaces that grow with your child.

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Kids Room Interior Designing Ideas

The first thing you need to do if you want to redecorate your kid’s room and give it a funky look is to do away with all the unnecessary stuffs. Get rid of the old toys and clothes and gaming and furniture’s.

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10 Inspiring Living Room Interior Design Ideas to Elevate Your Space

Introduction:

Welcome to a world of creativity and elegance for your living room! Your living room is the heart of your home, a space where style and comfort come together to create a welcoming ambiance. In this blog post, we’ll explore ten incredible living room interior design ideas that can transform your space into a haven of beauty and functionality. Whether you’re aiming for a cozy retreat, a minimalist sanctuary, or a vibrant entertainment hub, we’ve got you covered. Let’s dive into the world of possibilities!

1. Modern Minimalism:

Discuss the concept of modern minimalism and provide design tips. Modern minimalism embraces simplicity, clean lines, and a clutter-free aesthetic. To achieve this in your living room, opt for neutral colors, sleek furniture, and uncluttered spaces. Use multifunctional furniture to maximize space efficiency without compromising on style.

2. Bohemian Chic:

Explain the bohemian style and how to incorporate it into a living room. Bohemian chic is all about a free-spirited, eclectic approach to design. Incorporate vibrant colors, diverse patterns, and mix-and-match furniture to create a bohemian-inspired living room. Consider using vintage or handmade items to add character and a sense of adventure.

3. Scandinavian Elegance:

Discuss the Scandinavian style and its characteristics. Scandinavian interior design focuses on simplicity, functionality, and a connection with nature. Use light colors, natural materials like wood and leather, and minimalistic décor to achieve a Scandinavian-inspired living room. Don’t forget to let in plenty of natural light to enhance the overall look.

4. Rustic Charm:

Explain the rustic style and how it brings warmth to a living room. Rustic interior design brings the beauty of the outdoors inside. Utilize warm, earthy tones, rough textures, and natural elements like wood and stone to create a cozy, rustic living room. Incorporate soft textiles and vintage accessories for a truly inviting space.

5. Contemporary Elegance:

Discuss contemporary design and its sophistication. Contemporary interior design emphasizes clean lines, a neutral color palette, and a sense of space. Use sleek furniture, metallic accents, and modern artwork to achieve a contemporary living room. Opt for statement pieces that reflect your personal style and taste.

6. Art Deco Glamour:

Explain the Art Deco style and how it adds luxury to a living room. Art Deco is all about opulence, luxury, and glamour. Incorporate rich colors, geometric patterns, and luxurious materials like velvet and metallic finishes to create an Art Deco-inspired living room. Pay attention to lighting and accessories to enhance the overall lavish feel.

7. Coastal Retreat:

Describe the coastal style and its relaxing vibe. Coastal interior design brings the relaxed, breezy ambiance of the beach into your living room. Utilize a palette of blues and whites, natural fibers, and coastal-themed decor to achieve a coastal retreat. Incorporate nautical elements and comfortable seating to complete the coastal look.

8. Industrial Urban:

Explain the industrial style and its urban, edgy appeal. Industrial interior design celebrates raw, exposed materials and an urban aesthetic. Use a mix of metal, brick, and unfinished textures to create an industrial-inspired living room. Incorporate bold furniture and edgy accessories for an urban, trendy vibe.

9. Eclectic Fusion:

Discuss eclectic design and its combination of diverse styles. Eclectic interior design is a blend of various styles, colors, and textures. Mix and match furniture, colors, and patterns to create a visually stimulating and unique living room. Let your personality shine through by combining elements from different design styles.

10. Smart Living:

Highlight the integration of smart technology in living room design.Smart living integrates technology seamlessly into your living room. Explore the latest smart home devices, from lighting and thermostats to entertainment systems, and how they can enhance your living room experience. Achieve convenience, efficiency, and modernity with a touch of innovation.

The world of living room interior design is vast and diverse, offering something for every taste and personality. Whether you lean towards minimalism or love the bohemian vibe, the key is to create a space that reflects your unique style and comfort. Explore these design ideas, mix and match elements, and let your creativity take center stage.

For more inspiration and expert advice on transforming your living room, keep exploring our blog!

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Modern Kids Pink walls and a medium-sized minimalist girl's room with carpeting

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Modern Kids

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Wow my other post got really popular so here are some more beliefs I have about adult Percy and Annabeth.

Percy asks Athena, Frederick, and Annabeth’s stepmother for their blessing to marry Annabeth. He would have married her anyway.

I feel like Annabeth really loves coffee. Hot, iced, cold brewed, she will pretty much drink coffee in any form.

Apollo shows up at their home from time to time because he considers himself Percy’s friend. Apollo loves it and offers to give music and archery lessons to their kid(s). The first time Apollo showed up he performed a check up on their first kid.

Once a month Annabeth and Percy go to or host a dinner with their demigod friends to get life updates. They all take turns hosting.

When they find out Annabeth is pregnant they keep it secret. When Annabeth is 3 months pregnant they tell Sally who nods, smiles and says “I know.” Both are dumbfounded and ask how. Sally responds that Annabeth had not been drinking coffee on their weekly “mother-daughter” Saturday brunches. Both sit there with their jaws open while Sally just laughs. She excuses herself for a moment and comes back with a box of baby stuff for them. Percy always forgets just how perceptive his mother is.

After graduating high school Percy and Annabeth both go to college in New Rome. Annabeth gets a degree in Architecture and a certificate in interior design. Percy, to no one’s surprise, gets a degree in Marine Science, but to everyone’s surprise minors in business.

Percy and Annabeth are both terrible at making sure their bills are paid on time due to their ADHD. Eventually Annabeth takes over and just sets up a direct payment so there’s no more “Did you pay the electricity bill?” “No, I thought you did.”

Every summer Percy and Annabeth would go to Montauk for a week to just enjoy themselves before going to camp. It’s on one of those trips that Percy proposes.

Percy and Annabeth still get nightmares about Tartarus decades later. They don’t ever completely go away but the nightmares get further and further apart.

Percy makes blue pancakes every Saturday for his family.

Sunday is family movie night. They make a fort in their living room, pop popcorn and put on a movie.

Sally is always happy to watch her grandchildren whenever she is needed. She tells them watered down stories about young Percy and Annabeth. She leaves out information that she deems too violent or mature for little ears. Her favorite story to tell them is the cross country trip Percy and Annabeth took when they were 12.

Grover comes over frequently to tend to the little garden he planted for his best friends to make sure they have enough vegetables.

Percy and Annabeth always go to each school’s open house or meet the teacher to make sure no one is a monster in disguise. One time Percy swore he saw Mrs. Dodds.

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Right person, wrong time || LN4

lando norris x childhood sweetheart/ex gf!reader

summary: lando and reader haven’t seen each other since their break up 6 years ago, now at a grand prix where her current boyfriend is invited, they meet again

kind of like the "in a room full of people i know who i would run to but i also know who i would stare at the whole time"

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You really did hope you wouldn’t run into him today…

But standing opposite of the Mclaren hospitality and inside your boyfriend’s arm, you knew it was a lie. Because who are you kidding? The whole time you have been inside the paddock you looked around you, almost waiting to catch a glimpse of the curly headed McLaren driver.

But now you locked eyes with him from opposite of his teams home and all the emotions dared to come up.

Lando shook his head as if to escape the trance the eye contact with you had put him in and turned around, walking hastily back into the hospitality.

"Right, baby?", you heard your boyfriend Theo smile and felt his hand squeeze your hip. You tore your eyes away from the orange building and put a fake smile on your face. "You never were really into motor racing growing up? That was until you met me", Theo repeated, helping you with the conversation.

"Oh, yes totally! My dad is a huge fan but I rarely watched", you lied. "Of Mercedes, I hope", Toto Wolff joked, making you chuckle. "In fact, he is."

*~*~*~*~*~*

The sight of Lando didn’t leave your thoughts for the rest of the day.

He looked so much different. So much taller, broader and older.

Theo was off with a few team members showing him this years car while you stood back a little.

"Y/n, is that you?", an all too familiar voice asked behind you, making you turn around. "I thought it was you", George Russell smiled, opening his arms to give you a hug. "It’s been ages! I haven’t seen you since you and Lando-", George started talking but let his words trail at the end.

"Anyways, how are you? What have you been up to?", he quickly put a smile back on his face. "I‘m good, thank you! I just finished university", you told him. "Interior Design still?", George smirked, remembering what you had told him over six years ago. You chuckled and nodded. "Yes, Interior Design."

George had always been one of you best mates when you and Lando were together, you just clicked. But when Lando and you called it quits, you disappeared from the paddock, cutting off everyone and everything that reminded you of Lando.

You even stopped watching Formula 1. You tried to but when they showed a nervous small Lando before his first race in Australia, you started bawling your eyes out at the feeling of missing him.

You thought now, six years later, the memories and scars would have faded at least a little while, which is why you agreed to join your boyfriend when he was invited by Mercedes. But now being here, back in the paddock, the wounds still felt as fresh as on the first day.

"Darling, you have to see this!", Theo called, a huge smile on his face. George and you turned around. A frown creeping its way on George‘s face as he connected the dots, figuring out that the guy that had called you must be your boyfriend.

"Coming!", you called, giving George a smile and hurrying over to your boyfriend.

Seeing George reminded you of Lando and of memories you tried so hard to push away.

*~*~*~*~*~*

After Theo had excitedly explained to you the different parts of a Formula 1 car to you, you told him you need to get some fresh air and would be back in a few minutes.

Theo didn’t know about your past in this world, including Lando. You knew every little part of that damn car, you even sat in one when Lando tested the McLaren cars the year before he debuted in Formula 1.

You quickly walked down the paddock, breathing heavily at the thought of all those memories until someone called your name, making you stop in your tracks.

You closed your eyes until you felt a hand on your shoulder, sending sparks through your whole body.

"I can’t believe it’s really you", Lando whispered as you turned around.

Being this close, you could even see the dark stubbles on his chin, smiling at the memory of 17 year old Lando complaining about not being able to grow a beard.

"Hi", you breathed, not quite knowing how to act. Lando chuckled. "Hi."

"Uh- what… what brings you into the paddock?", he then asked, nervously fiddling with his fingers, a habit that he hasn’t broken in all those years.

"I‘m here with my boyfriend", you said, watching as hurt flashed before Lando‘s eyes and a frown sneaked on his face.

"Oh", he simply said, trying to play down the hurt he felt. "That‘s- uh great."

"You wanna come to the hospitality?", Lando changed the topic. And against your better judgment and your head screaming at you not to say yes, you nodded, making a relieved smile make its way on Lando’s face.

You tried to ignore the glance the two of you got when you walked passed the McLaren team members and up to Lando‘s driver room.

You hesitantly looked around the small room as Lando closed the door.

"So, what have you been up to?", he broke the silence, making you move your attention to the curly headed boy. "I- uh just finished university and we‘re moving to Spain this fall", you told him, still avoiding his eyes.

"Spain, huh? Where in Spain?", Lando continued, ignoring the 'we'. "Madrid." Your reply made Lando frown. "Why not Barcelona? You love Barcelona!"

"Well, Theo liked Madrid quite a lot so…", you said, making Lando huff. But you ignored it.

"How have you been?", you asked. "Good, uh, yeah. The car‘s pretty good and the team is just amazing", he smiled, but you could tell it was forced. "That‘s great!", you said, wondering why you even agreed to come to talk to him. In private. In a closed room. In his driver room.

A rather awkward silence settled over you until Lando broke it once again. "What happened to us?", he carefully whispered which made you close your eyes. You assumed this conversation would eventually lead to this point.

"We grew up, Lando", you replied quietly. "But why didn’t we grew up together?", he asked, looking directly at you. "We didn’t want the same thing anymore or more like we couldn’t have the same thing anymore", you said, still not looking at Lando.

You never had a proper conversation about what led to your break up. Maybe it was because you were too young and the pain of it overshadowed all the logical thoughts on how to handle it.

"I, for my part, was so happy for you. I knew this was all you dreamed of. But somewhere between summer and winter of 2018 we started to drift apart. You were busy and away quite a lot, and I‘m not entirely blaming you for that, I also didn’t really put in an effort and for that I’m sorry", you spoke softly, thinking back on your teen years.

"I‘m so sorry, darling. I should’ve made more of an effort, to visit home more often or to at least call", Lando apologized, fiddling with his fingers. "Me too, Lando, me too", you mumbled, feeling the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"You were the person who taught me everything. Taught me how to ride a bike, how to have fun and most importantly how to love. But Lando we were kids, merely 18 years old. We both weren’t mature enough to actually hold that relationship. Hell, we weren’t even mature enough to talk about our break up", you spoke, your eyes on the verges of tears.

"But what about now?", Lando asked hopeful and reached for one of your hands, wrapping it in his.

You let out a painful laugh. "I‘m in a relationship and I love Theo, so much", you muttered. "Then why are you still in here with me?", Lando posed the question that you had asked yourself already, not daring to give yourself and answer.

"Because… a part of me will always love you. But sometimes that just isn’t enough", you whispered, pulling your hand away from Lando‘s and standing up.

Walking back to your boyfriend, all you could think about was the conversation you just had and if you had made the right decision.

You forced a half smile when Theo spotted you and opened his arms. "Where have you been, the race is almost starting", he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"You know just wandering around, discovering the paddock", you lied, settling in your boyfriends’ arms and focusing your attention on the TV.

But without meaning to, your eyes immediately searched for Lando during the national anthem, your heart beating slightly faster when they showed the line up and even more when he overtook Max Verstappen to take the race lead after the first corner.

Still, you stood in Theo‘s arms till the end of the race, watching Lando up on the podium from afar.

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Fall in love with you- T. Zegras

Trevor Zegras x Best friend! Reader (feat. Quinn Hughes)

Summary: you knew Better than to fall in love with Trevor

Warnings?; angst, self-doubt, crying, asshole Trevor, cursing, Quinn comes to the rescue, this is extremely old and hardly proofread so I apologize for any errors!

Next part

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You were Trevor’s best friend, your moms were best friends in collage leading to the life long friendship of you two.

You two had always been close even when he moved to Michigan for hockey you never drifted. He begged you to come to Boston with him for collage even though he only stayed a year and your had gotten into your dream school.

It was Trevor how could you say no?

That was a problem of yours never being able to tell him no. He wanted to go to a party even though you hated them? You went, wanted you to stay up late with him despite you having a big test the next day? You did it.

You always blamed it on the fact he was your best friend but everyone besides Trevor knew you were lying, they could all see how in love you were with him they just never brought it up.

The first person to call you out on those feelings was Quinn Hughes. Trevor had invited you to the Hughes lake house two summers ago where he constantly left you and was hardly even home most nights, usually with some random girl he met that day.

There had been an argument between you and Trevor, you blew up on him after he came home from another one night stand telling him if you knew you would be spending more time with the Hughes family and their other friends then him you wouldn’t have come in the first place.

He got offended saying he was allowed to have fun to even though that had nothing to do with what you were saying, after he stormed out of the room you were staying in you made the impulse decision to book a flight back to New York, and get the hell out of there but Quinn had caught you packing.

—-

“Hey you okay we heard you two yell- woah what’re you packing for?” He asked stopping himself mid sentence

“Im going home Quinn, thank you for opening your home to me I really appreciate it and you guys have all been so nice spending time with me while Trevor’s off with random girls every night”

“Wait, why are you leaving though? Did Trevor say something? I’ll go kick his ass right now if he hurt your feelings”

“No he didn’t I-I just can’t do this anymore, he begged me to come and of course I said yes like always just for him to pretty much say fuck me and leave me to be with some random girls who probably took pictures of him sleeping so they can post them an-“

“Your in love with him” he said cutting you off

“What? No Quinn, I’m not” you replied with a defensive laugh

“Don’t lie to me”

“Quinn I’m not”

“Cut the bullshit” he told you more stern shutting the door

“I’m not lying”

“Yes you are, I see the way you look at your phone when he lets you know he won’t be coming back, how you stare at the marks on his neck and back, how you stare daggers into all the girls that talk to him, the way your face lights up when he walks into a room, your in love”

“He can’t know Quinn, it’ll ruin everything” you told him looking down at your hands

“Hey, your secrets safe with me, but you can’t do this to yourself forever kid”

And that’s how You and Quinn also became best friends

—-

Fast forward two years and here you are back at the same Lake house in the same predicament. However over last summer you became good friends with most of the guys including Jamie and Mason who came with from Anaheim.

You Graduated from collage in May and got your degree in interior design, tonight Quinn and Jack were hosting you a small graduation dinner as they wasn’t able to attend your graduation along with some of the other guys.

You were standing in the Kitchen with Cole, Quinn, Jack, Trevor and Jamie who had all just come back from a workout.

“So Y/n you gonna come to Montreal and help me make my house look nice? I need some help decorating my shelves they don’t look good” Cole asked

“You can reach your shelves?” Jack asked causing everyone to laugh

“Shut up asshole” Cole replied

“Yeah Coley I’ll come help but I won’t be needing your stepladder I should be good” you said adding in to the joking

“You know what fuck all of you” he said walking off laughing

“Love you!” You called out laughing as well

“When he murders us all in our sleep I won’t be surprised” Quinn said causing everyone to let out light giggles

“Y/n what color you wearing tonight? I don’t wanna clash” Jack asked you

“You act like you won’t be wearing shorts and a random shirt ” you replied “but probably this white dress I bought a little while ago, I’m finally tan enough to wear it”

“You can’t wear white, the girl I invited is” Trevor blurted out looking at his phone

“Dude what the hell? I told you this was a lake house thing only, only the people staying here are allowed at the dinner, no extra invites” Quinn said getting a little pissed

“Aren’t your parents coming? Along with Luke, some of his friends, and y/n’s one friend? Why can’t my friend come”

“That’s our Family Z, they have a relationship with y/n and she knows Luke’s friends from them hanging around they’re like all madly in love with her” Jack said joining in

“Y/n’s fine with it right?” He said giving you the look he always did when he wanted something from you

“I’m not paying, it’s up to Quinn and Jack they organized the dinner” you said looking away

“Yeah so she’s not coming and if she for some reason does show up, she better not be in white, it’s Y/n’s night” Quinn said ending the conversation and walking out everyone else following besides you and Trevor.

“What the hell was that?” Trevor scoffed

“What?”

“You totally taking Quinn’s side!? Are you in a mood with me or something? Why can’t my friend come”

“Because I’m not paying Z, it’s not something i organized Quinn and Jack did, if I had it up to me we’d being having pizza and sitting around a fire not going to a fancy restaurant.” you told him growing a bit annoyed.

“Whatever” he mumbled stomping off.

—

Four hours later everyone was in a private room at some fancy restaurant in Michigan, in all it had ended up being You, The Hughes family, Cole, Mason, Jamie, Trevor, Dylan and Luca.

Trevor hadn’t spoken to you since earlier in the kitchen and hadn’t gotten off his phone since you guys had gotten to the restaurant.

Jamie and Mason had both said something to him multiple times but it just ended with Trevor giving both of them attitude.

You were talking with Ellen about the new things she had planted in their home garden when Trevor stood up and pocketed his phone walking out of the private room.

“Okay can I ask what the hell his problem is?” Ellen had asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I didn’t let him invite one of his little hookups and he got mad because Y/n took my side instead of giving in” Quinn explained.

“He hasn’t said a word to me since like noon either” Jack added.

“Okay this isn’t about him and let’s not make it about him, tonight is about Y/n and her achievements” Jim said shutting everyone up just in time as the food was being served.

Ten minutes later the door opened back up and in walked Trevor with a blonde girl.

You froze, was he serious right now? For one night he couldn’t listen and not go off and do what he wanted. You looked around and seen Jamie and Cole both rubbing their foreheads and looked next to you at Quinn who had his head titled back, then to your right to your best friend who looked like she was about to murder both Trevor and the blonde girl.

You returned to eating until you heard someone scoff and a chair scoot out, as you looked up you seen Jamie pulling Trevor out the room, leaving the girl in the room.

“And you are?” Ellen asked causing Luke and Jack to both let out slight laughs at how straightforward their mom was.

“Emma” she replied

“Mm” was all Ellen replied, she also knew about your feelings for Trevor

The door opened back up and in walked a pissed off Jamie which was a rare sight to see, and an annoyed Trevor.

“Everyone this is my girlfriend Emma” he announced and it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop as everyone looked from them to you.

Did everyone know about your feelings? Were you truly that noticeable when it came to how you acted around Trevor?

“Since when?” Mason asked

“Three months” Emma answered

Everyone just stayed quite, the tension could be cut with a knife and the amount of awkwardness was uncomfortable.

“I think it’s time to head home” you whispered in Quinn’s ear

“Yeah, I’ll go grab the check” he said getting up and walking out

“Where’s he going?” Trevor asked

“To get the Check” you replied

“Already? Is that what you whispered in his ear about? I’m not ready to leave you can’t just decide when we all leave Y/n”

“Well I’m ready to head home Trevor and it was my graduation dinner but you of course found a way to make the night about you” you snapped standing up and leaving.

—

Once everyone got home you went straight to your room and got changed into comfortable clothes, went down stairs, made a drink and went outback.

You were feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, you loved Trevor and he constantly hurt you but honestly it was your fault, you were the one that never told him how you feel how’s he supposed to know you wanna be the one in his bed every night?

You were also angry at him, how dare he pull the shit he did tonight at your graduation dinner of all things. You celebrated multiple achievements of his with him and never once made it about you, it just wasn’t fair.

You didn’t even realize someone had come outside or that you were crying until you heard someone ask you something.

“Huh?” You asked as you came back to your surroundings to see Jack sitting next to you.

“I asked why your crying”

“Oh it’s nothing” you rushed out wiping your tears

“Non of that Bullshit what’s up” he asked

“I love Trevor, no I’m in love with him, have been since I was 17”

“I know” he replied nonchalantly

“What?!”

“It’s not hard to notice y/n, your pretty bad at hiding it” he said with a laugh

“You don’t think he noticed do you..”

“No he’s to stupid” he told you laughing again

“Good, I just don’t know what I’d do if he found out I was in love with him, we’ve been best friends since we were born it would ruin everything.”

“You’re in love with me?” You heard the person that shouldn’t be asking that question ask it.

“Shit” you mumbled closing your eyes

“I’m gonna head back inside” Jack said getting up and patting your shoulder

“I asked you a question Y/n, please tell me you’re talking about someone else you’ve been friends with since kids.”Trevor said

“No it’s you, I love you” you said in a low voice

“What the Fuck” he said with a laugh

“I know, I know I’m sorr-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Y/n! Do you know what this is going to change? Everything! Our whole lives, every moment we’ve ever shared, it’s all different now”

“I know that’s why I never said anything, I knew you wouldn’t feel the same” you mumbled

“Damn right I don’t feel that way”

“Can you not be rude right now?, you listened in on a conversation you had no business hearing and now you know information that just ruined our friendship, I don’t need you being an ass”

“Why? Why me y/n?”

“I don’t know Trevor! I ask myself that every single day, why you, why my best friend? And I don’t have an answer ” you told him.

“You should have known better”

“It not like I wanted to fall for you Trevor, it’s not like I hoped and wished that I’d fall in love with you and ruin a 22 year long friendship.”

“We need space, I need space y/n I don’t know how to feel about this.” he told you

“I’ll find the next flight to New York tomorrow and be gone” you told him walking past him and into the house.

—

As you were laying in bed you heard someone knock on your door, “come in” you said with a hoarse voice from crying

“Hey I just wanted to check in, Jack told me what happened” Quinn said walking in

“It was so bad Quinny” you said breaking down again.

“No, don’t cry, it’ll be okay y/n” he said sitting next to you and rubbing your back

“I’m leaving tomorrow” you told him

“Why?”

“He said he wants space so I’m gonna go home, I think it’s for the better you know getting away from him”

“Don’t go home, let’s go somewhere”

“Where?” You asked with curiosity

“A beach?”

“That sounds nice”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” you said looking up at him with a smile

—-

Next part

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 1

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

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Y/n woke to the soft, steady crash of waves breaking in the distance, the ocean breeze carrying the faint cries of seagulls through the thin curtains of her guest room. For a moment, the tranquility made her forget where she was. Her surroundings—polished wooden floors, crisp white linens, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a coastal interior design catalog—were a stark contrast to the comforting chaos of Mystic Falls.

She sat up, glancing at the half-unpacked suitcase in the corner. The realization of her new reality hit her like a wave crashing against the shore. She was here in the Outer Banks, not for a vacation or a summer escape, but because life had crumbled beneath her feet. Her parents were gone. Elena and Jeremy were back home, dealing with their grief in their own ways, and she had run—ran to a place that held memories of simpler, happier times.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a message from Elena: How is it there?

Y/n stared at the message for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth—that she felt adrift, out of place, and unsure if she’d made the right choice—felt too heavy to put into words. Instead, she typed back a simple Fine and put the phone back down.

A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts, and before she could answer, Sarah Cameron strode into the room, her energy radiating like the morning sun. She was dressed in a cropped tank top and cutoff shorts, her long blonde hair loosely braided over her shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake!” Sarah said, a mischievous grin lighting up her face.

“Barely,” y/n muttered, rubbing her eyes.

“Come on, sleepyhead. We’re going out. Topper and I are giving you the full OBX tour today. You’ve been back for twenty-four hours, and all you’ve done is mope around the house.”

Y/n groaned. “Do I have a choice in this?”

Sarah tilted her head, pretending to think. “Nope. Wear something cute but comfortable. And maybe sunglasses—you’ve got that whole ‘mourning my tragic past’ thing going on.”

“Wow, thanks for the pep talk,” y/n said dryly, throwing a pillow at her.

“You’re welcome!” Sarah said with a laugh, dodging the pillow and disappearing back into the hallway.

Fifteen minutes later, y/n found herself crammed into the back seat of Sarah’s Jeep with Topper Thornton riding shotgun. The Jeep bounced along the winding roads of the Outer Banks, the salt air whipping through the open windows. Sarah drove like she owned the place, one hand on the wheel while the other gestured wildly as she pointed out landmarks.

“This is the marina,” Sarah said as they drove past a stretch of shiny docks lined with boats. “Dad expanded it last year. It’s mostly for tourists, but some of the Kooks rent slips here too.”

Topper smirked. “Locals? You mean Kooks. You won’t catch any Pogues around here unless they’re trying to steal something.”

Y/n frowned, leaning forward. “Are we seriously still doing this Kooks-versus-Pogues thing? I thought that was just a dumb rivalry from when we were kids.”

“It’s worse now,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “It’s, like, a full-on war. But don’t worry—you’re with us, so you’re golden.”

Y/n wasn’t so sure she liked the idea of being lumped in with the Kooks, even if her family connections to the Camerons made it unavoidable. She remembered spending summers here as a kid, running around barefoot on the beach and climbing trees with Sarah, before the lines between Kooks and Pogues had mattered. Back then, the Outer Banks had felt magical. Now, it felt like a place where the air was thick with unspoken rules and expectations.

The Jeep rattled onto a dirt path leading to the beach, where Sarah parked haphazardly before hopping out. Topper followed, stretching his arms over his head, and y/n climbed out after them, shielding her eyes against the bright sunlight.

“This is the north side,” Sarah said, sweeping her arms out dramatically. “The best beaches, the best views, the best people.”

Topper snorted. “Basically, it’s where we are. Anywhere else? Pogue territory.”

Y/n ignored his comment, instead letting her gaze drift to the stretch of shoreline. The beach was beautiful, with golden sand that seemed to stretch on forever and turquoise waves crashing against the shore. She could see groups of people scattered across the sand—some sunbathing, some playing volleyball, and others gathered around coolers and umbrellas.

“This is where the bonfire will be tonight,” Sarah said, nudging y/n. “You have to come. It’s tradition.”

“Bonfire?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everyone goes,” Sarah said. “Well, everyone worth knowing.”

Topper smirked. “Translation: it’s a Kook thing. Don’t expect any Pogues to show up unless they’re looking for trouble.”

“Noted,” y/n said, feeling a twinge of unease at the casual way Topper dismissed the Pogues. She remembered them from her childhood—locals who lived on the island year-round, working hard and making do with what they had. Back then, the divide between Kooks and Pogues had felt stupid and arbitrary. Now, it seemed like it had calcified into something much worse.

-

By the time night fell, the beach was unrecognizable. The sky was painted in deep shades of orange and purple, the air alive with the scent of salt and smoke from the massive bonfire at the center of the gathering. Music blasted from portable speakers, and clusters of people stood around laughing, drinking, and dancing.

Y/n followed Sarah and Topper through the crowd, feeling a little like an outsider as they stopped every few feet to greet someone. Sarah was in her element, her golden hair glowing in the firelight as she waved and hugged friends.

“Stick with us,” Sarah said, glancing over her shoulder at y/n. “It’s a lot at first, but you’ll get the hang of it.”

Y/n nodded, though she wasn’t so sure. The energy around her was electric, but it was also overwhelming. She felt like she was watching from the outside, unable to find her footing in the chaos.

“Relax,” Sarah said, nudging her. “You look like you’re at a funeral.”

“Thanks,” y/n said dryly.

Before Sarah could say anything else, the sound of shouting cut through the music. Y/n turned toward the commotion and saw a group of boys shoving each other near the edge of the crowd.

“Pogues,” Sarah muttered under her breath.

Y/n frowned, stepping closer to get a better look. The boys were clearly outnumbered, but they didn’t seem fazed. One of them—a tall blond with a cigarette tucked behind his ear—was grinning like he found the whole thing amusing.

“Of course, it’s J.J. Maybank,” Sarah said, sighing. “That kid is nothing but trouble.”

Before y/n could respond, another voice cut through the chaos.

“Hey! Back off.”

A boy with shaggy brown hair and a bandana stepped forward, his tone calm but commanding. The tension in the air shifted, and after a few moments, the Kooks backed off, muttering insults under their breath as they walked away.

“Let’s go,” Sarah said, grabbing y/n’s arm.

But y/n couldn’t help stealing one last glance at the group of Pogues as they disappeared into the shadows. The blond caught her eye, his lopsided grin flashing in the firelight.

-

The next morning, y/n couldn’t stop thinking about the Pogues. There was something magnetic about them—something raw and unpolished that stood in stark contrast to the carefully curated world of the Kooks. Their confidence, their camaraderie, the way they seemed to care so little about fitting into the mold of the Outer Banks hierarchy—it intrigued her.

When Sarah suggested another beach day, y/n quickly agreed, hoping for an excuse to escape the polished monotony of the Cameron household and maybe—just maybe—run into the Pogues again.

After an hour of tanning and half-listening to Sarah gossip about Kook drama, y/n excused herself to take a walk down the shoreline. She strolled aimlessly, the ocean breeze cooling her sun-warmed skin, until she caught sight of a group gathered by a rickety boat on the far end of the beach.

At first, she thought it might just be another group of locals, but then she spotted the unmistakable blond from the bonfire. J.J. Maybank. His stance was casual, leaning against the side of the boat with a cigarette tucked behind his ear, while the others were unloading supplies and joking around.

Her heart raced as she approached, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the subtle rebellion of walking away from Sarah’s world and into theirs.

“Hey,” she called out as she got closer, her voice tentative but steady.

The group turned to look at her, their chatter halting mid-sentence. For a moment, y/n felt like an intruder, but then J.J. smirked, his blue eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Well, well,” he drawled, pushing off the boat and sauntering toward her. “If it isn’t the Kook princess from last night.”

Y/n frowned, crossing her arms. “I’m not a princess.”

J.J. tilted his head, pretending to consider her words. “No? Sure about that? You’re dressed the part. What are those—designer flip-flops?”

“They’re normal flip-flops, you jerk,” y/n shot back, though her voice was more amused than offended.

Before J.J. could retort, another voice chimed in. “Leave her alone, J.J. You don’t have to scare off everyone we meet.”

A boy with shaggy brown hair and a bandana stepped forward, a friendly smile on his face. He extended a hand toward y/n. “I’m John B. Sorry about him—he was born this way.”

“Y/n,” she said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” John B. said, his smile widening. “So, what brings you to this side of the island? Don’t Kooks usually stick to their yachts and country clubs?”

“Maybe I needed a change of scenery,” y/n said, glancing between them. “Besides, I grew up here—well, summers, at least. I’m not completely out of place.”

“Summers, huh?” another voice said. A tall, broad-shouldered boy with a serious expression looked up from the crate he’d been tying down. “That makes you Kook-adjacent at best.”

“Pope,” John B. said, rolling his eyes, “we don’t need to analyze her credentials.”

“I wasn’t analyzing,” Pope replied, shrugging. “Just making an observation.”

Y/n grinned. “Fair enough. And you are…?”

“Pope,” he said simply, giving her a nod.

“Don’t let him fool you,” a girl chimed in as she emerged from behind the boat, brushing sand off her hands. “He’s nicer than he looks. I’m Kiara, by the way.”

“Y/n,” she said again, instantly warming to the girl’s laid-back vibe.

“Wait, wait, wait,” J.J. interrupted, stepping into her line of sight and holding up his hands. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me you’re a Kook—”

“Not a Kook,” y/n corrected.

“Whatever,” J.J. said with a wave of his hand. “You’re a Cameron?”

Y/n sighed. “Technically, I’m staying with the Camerons. My parents used to be friends with Ward. But that doesn’t mean I’m part of their world, okay?”

“Wow,” J.J. said, leaning closer with a mock-serious expression. “That almost sounded convincing.”

“J.J., give it a rest,” Kiara said, smacking him on the arm.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. Despite J.J.’s teasing, there was something endearing about his energy, the way he seemed to delight in stirring up trouble.

“So,” John B. said, cutting through the banter, “what do you think of the OBX so far? You’ve been back, what, a couple days?”

“It’s… different,” y/n admitted, choosing her words carefully. “It’s not like I remember it. Everything feels more divided. Like everyone’s stuck on which side of the island they belong to.”

“Welcome to the new normal,” Kiara said dryly. “Kooks versus Pogues. It’s like a soap opera that never ends.”

“Except way more fun,” J.J. added, tossing a small fishing net into the boat. “If you’re on the Pogue side, that is. Kooks don’t know how to have a good time.”

“Right,” Pope said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Because you’re the poster child for wholesome fun, J.J.”

The group laughed, and y/n found herself smiling along with them. Their dynamic was infectious—lighthearted but grounded in an unspoken bond that she could already sense.

“So, what’s the deal with the boat?” y/n asked, gesturing toward the worn but sturdy-looking vessel.

“This beauty?” John B. said, patting the side of the boat affectionately. “This is the HMS Pogue. She’s our ticket to freedom—and occasionally trouble.”

“And sometimes sinking,” Pope added.

“Only once,” John B. said defensively.

“And we fixed her,” Kiara added, shooting a glare at Pope.

“Barely,” Pope muttered, earning another round of laughs.

Y/n felt herself relaxing more with each passing minute. She wasn’t sure how it had happened so quickly, but something about the Pogues felt easy—natural. They didn’t seem to care where she came from or what she’d been through; they just welcomed her into their orbit like she’d always belonged.

“So, y/n,” J.J. said, his voice drawing her attention back to him. He was leaning against the boat again, his blue eyes gleaming with curiosity. “If you’re not a Kook, and you’re not exactly a Pogue, what does that make you?”

Y/n thought for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I guess I’m just… me.”

J.J. grinned, pushing himself upright. “Fair enough. But if you’re gonna hang with us, you better be ready for some adventures. We don’t do boring.”

“Good thing I’m not looking for boring,” y/n replied, her tone playful.

J.J. raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “I like her already.”

“She’s definitely got potential,” Kiara agreed.

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” y/n said, crossing her arms.

John B. clapped her on the shoulder. “You’re officially a provisional Pogue. Congratulations.”

“Provisional?” y/n asked, laughing.

“Don’t worry,” Pope said with a smirk. “The bar’s pretty low.”

As the group dissolved into laughter again, y/n realized that for the first time since arriving in the Outer Banks, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be. The Pogues were chaotic, irreverent, and maybe a little reckless, but they were also real in a way that no one else on the island seemed to be.

And something told her that this was only the beginning.

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Don’t Leave Me Hangin’

MANDO x FEM READER

Summary: Reader gets stuck aloft in one of the Kom’rik’s cargo nets and has to call out to Mando for help. Filthy Mando smut ensues.

Warnings: explicit language, swearing, explicit sexual content, porn without plot, well, maybe a tiny little hint of plot, oral- f receiving, PiV, squirting, cum play(?), it’s messy- nuff said, Kom’rik sex, improper use of a cargo net, reader is an idiot who should think things through, Mando is an opportunist, no use of Y/N, maybe? bondage - Mando doesn’t help her out of the net like- immediately, but reader ain’t complainin’

(N/A: The brain fog has FINALLY lifted, and I wanted to write about my most recent random filthy thot. This is the result. It’s a long-ish, smutty one shot. Reader & Mando are in a situationship - friends-with-benefits type deal. I’m picturing like a live-in nanny/housekeeper kind of thing, but I don’t think I ever specified. This is post-season 3, and Mando’s living his best life on Nevarro. He and reader are in a Kom’rik, because I need room for my smut to flourish, and I didn’t want to resurrect the poor old Razor Crest from the ashes. If I missed any tags, let me know. And I hope you enjoy.)

Word Count: 4280

You really should have thought this through better.

That was your first thought after the cargo net stopped swinging, and you regained a modicum of composure. You winced at the sound of the net’s straps creaking under the strain as you tried to shift your weight and then froze. You remained completely motionless, afraid to even breathe, for several more moments.

“Shit...” you whispered in a quaking voice, peering down at the floor of the cargo hold several meters below you. You then glanced up at the winch mechanism above your head, praying it held. How in the hell were you going to get yourself out of this?

It had seemed like such a good plan at the time. You had just stepped out of the Kom’rik’s small ‘fresher, having showered and changed into your sleep shirt before bed, when you’d felt the ship drop out of hyperspace with a small lurch. You heard something clatter in the cargo hold below and blew out a tired sigh, knowing it was probably nothing but also knowing you wouldn’t be able to rest until you checked it out.

Grumbling under your breath, you had climbed down into the hold. Only the emergency lights were on, the ceiling and corners hidden in shadow, but you spotted something lying near a tier of shelves attached to the hull’s interior wall. It was one of the kid’s favorite cookies, the teal ones with the creme filling. Peering up into the gloom, you spied an opened foil sleeve of cookies perched on the edge of the highest shelf.

“How the hell did he even get up there?” you said aloud, shaking your head. Jedi training aside, the kid was far too much like his dad, a little risk-taker. You heaved a sigh, with no small amount of exasperation. 

Stars only knew what else he had left up there. Come to think of it, you had given him your datapad earlier to watch cartoons and hadn’t seen it since. Sighing in frustration, you began looking for a way to reach the top shelf. The propulsor lift was still charging, so that was a no-go, and you didn’t see a ladder of any sort that wasn’t attached to the ship already.

And then you had spied the cargo net.

It was dangling by its hooks from a mechanized winch and pulley system attached to the ceiling. It was used to keep extra containers suspended above the floor to free up space, its track running the entire circuit of the area for maneuverability and convenience. Designed to hold several hundred kilograms, you were certain it could support your own weight. You could use it to lift yourself up to the shelf, retrieve whatever was up there and then lower yourself back to the ground. Easy peasy, jogan squeezy.

Detaching the control pad for the winch from the wall, you climbed inside the net, lacing an arm through the holes for a better grip, and then planted your bare feet on the cross sections of the heavy straps. It was a bit shaky at first, but once you gained your balance, you quickly ascended until you were at eye level with the top shelf. Tucking the control pad under your chin, you reached up to feel your datapad under your fingertips and sniffed in amusement. You’d have to give Grogu a good talking-to in the morning, but for now you at least had your datapad back. Slipping it and the sleeve of cookies off the shelf, you shuffled the objects around, your grip on the net slackening.

It was then that the Kom’rik made another jump into hyperspace, making the ship jolt with the transition. You shrieked when the net began to swing wildly, feet slipping out from under you as you let go of everything in your hands to hang on for dear life. Panting for breath, heart thundering in your chest, you clung like a monkey-lizard to the straps and prayed the net didn’t break.

So, there you were, hanging above the hold like a piece over-ripe fruit, arms and legs entangled in the net with no way down, because, of course, you had dropped the winch’s control pad when you dropped everything else. You could see it lying on the floor below you, right next to the broken casing of your datapad.

“Shit!” you repeated, leaning your forehead against the straps and huffing out an angry breath. Could this situation get any worse, you wondered. You’d have to yell for Mando to come get you down, which you weren’t looking forward to, but who knew how long it would take before he even came back this way? What if decided to just sleep in the cockpit? Would you end up hanging there all night?

The thought made your awkward position in the net feel even more uncomfortable. Your feet had slipped through the holes, so your legs were now dangling under you, the straps cutting into the tender meat of your thighs. One of your arms was still threaded through the net while the other one was pinned close to your side. You could feel the cold air of the hold settling into your bones and making you shiver, the thin material of the tunic doing little to stave off the chill.

You knew that the longer you hung there, the colder you were going to get, the number your limbs were going to grow. Your feet were already stinging and your teeth chattering. There was no help for it. You had to call for Mando.

“MANDO!!!”

Your voice bounced back at you, making your flinch. Holding your breath, you waited to hear his boots thudding against the metal floor overhead, but nothing. He hadn’t heard you.

“MAANN-DDOO! HEEELP!”

You waited. Still nothing.

Oh, stars, maybe he had fallen asleep in the cockpit. after all. With the door sealed, he would never hear you. Panic began to creep in, shortening your breath as it constricted your lungs.

“MANDO! PLEASE! I’M STUCK IN THE HOLD! MAN-DOO!!!”

“What the hell are you doing?”

You heard his voice coming through the ship’s comm system and could have cried in relief. You’d forgotten the cams located throughout the ship. Stars, he’d probably been watching you this whole time. You were never in danger.

“I... I’m stuck, Mando.”

A gravelly bark echoed in the hold before turning to static. Great. He was laughing at you. “Obviously. Listen, I need to recheck the coordinates in navi and set the autopilot, then I’ll come get you down. Just, uh, hang tight,” he drawled, another garbled sound slipping out of his vocoder.

You bit your tongue to keep from saying something you might regret. You were in no position to taunt or snark back at him right now. “Fine,” you mumbled, and slumped into the net.

It was only a few minutes before the sound of his heavy boots were thudding across the metal floor above you, his footsteps music to your ears. You heard the clang of his armor hitting against the ladder before he slid down into view, feet landing with a solid thump in the hold. He approached at a leisurely pace, seemingly in no hurry, then stopped to stare up at you. His helmet tilted back, black visor glinting in the low light. Planting his hands on his hips, he tipped his head, first to one side and then to the other.

“M-Mando? What’re you doing? Can you get me down now, please?”

Mando hummed, his stance shifting. His arms dropped down to his sides, hands curling into fists. “You must be getting pretty cold, huh?”

You bunched your brows up in consternation. “Um... yeah? It’s fr-freezing down here.”

He nodded slowly, keeping his visor trained on you. “Hmm. Thought so. You’re not wearing anything but my old tunic. It’s not covering much. Is it?”

You quirked a brow at the change in his voice. His smooth baritone had dropped an octave or three, and it had a distinctive husk to it now. His tone was the one he used when the two of you were alone with the lights off and he was taking you apart, dark and sinfully seductive. It made you squirm despite your precarious position, and the net began to slowly sway back and forth. The edge of a strap slid into the crease where your thigh met your hip, and you felt your lower lips part. A low groan issued from his vocoder. Your mouth fell open.

Sweet Maker, your pussy was on full display for him. You hadn’t bothered with underwear after your shower, planning on putting on a clean pair once you got back to your sleeping quarters. Heat surged through your body, both from embarrassment and unexpected arousal.

“Mando...” Your voice sounded so small and breathy in the cavernous space.

“I can see everything, pretty girl,” he told you, taking an unconscious step closer. He was almost directly under you now, peering straight up at your exposed sex. Mortified, you felt the slow trickle of your arousal easing out of your channel. You weren’t dripping, not yet, but the thought of him standing beneath you, staring at your most vulnerable parts had your breath panting out in little puffs. “You... Are you going to... get me down, now?”

You heard the back of his gauntlet scrape the metal floor as he picked up the control pad for the winch. His breath was rasping through his vocoder, the sound of leather creaking as he moved underneath you. You felt the winch catch and then begin to whir as the net began to lower back to the floor.

“Thank the stars,” you whispered, anxious to be back on solid ground again.

You didn’t quite make it, though. You were still a few meters above the floor when the winch came to a sudden stop, leaving you to sway like the pendulum of a run-down clock. “M-Mando?”

“Look so pretty like this, sweet girl,” he murmured below you, and you felt his gloved fingers trail across the back of your thigh. You gasped at the contact. “Close your eyes,” he husked out, voice gone to gravel.

You didn’t even bother to ask why, just snapped your eyes shut and held your breath, waiting. You heard the slap of leather on the floor, guessing it must be his gloves he’d just taken off, and then you felt his bare fingers tracing the straps that dug into your thighs. His fingertips grazed along the edge where the strap met the skin, the sensation making you tense as heat spiraled in your belly, diffusing through your pelvis to spread in a hot rush of slick that trickled out to cool along the petals of your open folds.

“Oh, mesh’la,” Mando cooed, dark and low. “You’re dripping for me, pretty girl.”

A whine escaped your lips, breath catching in your throat as you felt his fingers slide through your arousal, gathering your essence on his fingertips. There was the pneumatic hiss of air as his helmet disengaged and then the ring of beskar ricocheted around the hold as he dropped it to the floor. You could hear the lewd, wet noises he made as he suckled his own fingers, moaning at the taste of you.

“Don’t move, baby girl.”

“Oh, Maker...” you whimpered in a quaking whisper.

You could feel your walls clenching in anticipation. Mando had never used his mouth on you before, said he’d never gone down on anyone before, but as the winch whirred back into motion only to grind to a stop again a moment later, you guessed you were about to find out if this would be his first time.

When you felt his hair tickle the backs of your thighs, an eruptive shudder passed through your entire body. When his nose grazed over your clit, you jolted in the confines of the straps hard enough to send the net swaying, but he caught you and brought you back to center.

“Sh-shh... Easy, baby girl. I got you...” He paused, sniffed. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he hissed out in a rush, and you heard him inhale, could feel his nose right at your parted lips. It was so filthy, so obscene, what he was doing, but it made you quiver with lust, just the same.

His hands came up to grip your ankles, holding you in place. “That’s better,” he murmured, hot breath gusting over your damp folds, eliciting another shiver from you. “Let me hear you, pretty girl. Want to know how good I’m making you feel. Okay?”

You nodded your head furiously, swallowing in an attempt to bring a bit of moisture back into your parched mouth. “Y-Yeah. Okay, Mando.” You didn’t even care that it came out as a whine.

The first touch of his tongue had you choking on air, hips stuttering, not sure whether to rock forward or away from the lapping muscle, but his strong hands held you fast, not letting your squirm away. He dragged his tongue in a slow, hot line from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned like a porn star. You could feel his cheeks bunch up as he grinned at your reaction, and then he flicked his tongue over your pulsing clit again, pulling a sputtering,” Ha-aaa-aaah!” from your gaping mouth.

“You like it when I do that?” he purred lowly into your folds. “What about when I do this?” He enveloped the sensitive bud with his lips, tongue flickering over it with feather-light touches, making you writhe and grind against his mouth. He groaned, then suctioned his lips around it and sucked, pressing his tongue firmly against it. Your plaintive wail echoed throughout the ship.

“Fuck me...” he moaned, panting for breath, his voice shaking. He was completely wrecked. With a desperate snarl, he dove back in with a vengeance, tongue laving your inner folds, twirling around your entrance, lapping at your juices before kissing and sucking at your puffy, parted lips. He was devouring you whole, winding the coil in your core into a taut vibrating spring of tension. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, your breaths wheezing out of your lungs in desperate pants.

“Mando! Mando, I...” 

You couldn’t even voice a coherent thought, couldn’t tell him what was about to happen, but he seemed to understand, nevertheless. His fingers slid along your pulsing folds to catch at the rim of your entrance, circling it once before slipping inside. Your walls immediately clamped onto the digits, muscles undulating to pull them deeper. He growled at the feeling and latched onto your clit again crooking his fingers in a come-hither motion, the strokes sharp and quick as they tapped out a devastating tattoo against the spongy membrane of your G-spot.

The world went white behind your pinched eyelids, and you weren’t even aware of the choked scream that tore out of your throat as you were blindsided by your orgasm. The spring in your core gave way with a snap and warmth flooded from your center to gush out around his fingers and over his arm, splattering his lower face, cowl and chest plate.

“Ha!” he crowed. “That’s it! Fuck yes!”

You were barely hanging on, your very bones liquefied as you twitched and groaned with each consecutive pulse of your climax. If you had oozed out through the holes in the net to pool at his feet, you wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised.

“So fuckin’ good, for me. Look at that. Fuck, I need — nngh!”

You heard the motor of the winch whir back into life, then felt the cold sensation of the floor touch the bottom of your feet. You couldn’t have held up your own weight if your life depended on it, however, and so folded up with the netting as it came to rest on the floor. Strong hands lifted you out the mess of straps, hands moving over you, manipulating you as he whispered feverish words in Mando’a  like some fervent benediction.

You felt your back come to rest on top of the netting, the worn fabric of his cape spread out beneath you to serve as a barrier against the rough material. You had yet to open your eyes, jaw slack as you floated somewhere high above your physical body in a state of pure bliss.

Mando placed his calloused hand over your eyes, unwilling to test fate more than he already had. He felt crazed, rabid with lust, his only desire to be buried balls-deep in your cunt.

“Need to feel you, sweet girl,” he gasped at your ear, his breath stuttering against your neck. “Please, I need — “

“Yes! Stars, please, Mando. Want to feel you inside me. Do it...”

He whimpered as he lifted himself away long enough to scrabble at the closure of his pants, shoving them down with his underwear to the top of his thigh plates, a frustrating exercise to complete one-handed. When his cock sprang free of its confines, he moaned in relief, pumping it roughly a couple of times as he spread his leaking precrum over the head with his thumb. With a grunt, he fell between your thighs, notching himself at your entrance, inhaling a deep breath before he sank into your greedy, grasping cunt with an audible squelch.

“Fuuuckin’ hellll...” he moaned out as he slid inside your fluttering walls, grunting again when he felt them collapse around his cock and seize it in a vice grip. It was a struggle to draw himself back, the sensation making his balls draw up tight against his body. “Too good... too tight... Gonna make me cum...” he mumbled under his breath, fighting off his orgasm. When he had withdrawn a about halfway, he couldn’t stand it anymore and plunged back in, thrusting hard enough to shift the netting beneath you.

You sobbed, the feeling of being so full overwhelming, your shaking legs coming up to wrap around his hips, ankles locking over the flexing muscles of his ass. He was driving into you with abandon, the toes of his boots squeaking on the floor to find purchase, bracing his body against yours. His other arm he shoved under your back, fingers hooking over your shoulder to pull you down on his cock to meet each hard thrust. He was growling, muttering curses in multiple languages, hissing as you clenched and pulsed around him.

“Ah, fuck, sweet girl, I’m gonna — Shit! Fuck, baby, where do you want — “

“Inside... Want to feel you cum in me...” you moaned out, another orgasm rising like a massive wave in your core. “Ah, fuck!” you whined.

Your words snapped that last thread of control he had, and he surged forward, thrusting in wild, arhythmic strokes that sent you careening over the edge. Your climax washed over you like a euphoric wave, slow and liquid, a golden warmth that engulfed your lower half before spreading like molten honey.

Mando could feel your walls clamp down and spasm, milking his cock, drawing him in deeper. He threw his head back and came with a bellow, a primal, jagged roar of triumph. His chest lifted as his back arched, his cock exploding inside your walls, pumping ribbons of his thick seed deep into your hungry cunt.

He barely managed to throw an arm out to catch himself before falling forward. He was trembling above you. and when his elbow buckled, his head fell to your chest. His nose was smooshed into the side of your breast, his panting breaths teasing the sensitive bud of your nipple into a hard little nub beneath the thin material of his tunic. He gave a dazed grin at the sight, wishing he had the energy to take it in his mouth, but he wasn’t sure he could even lift his head yet.

“Stars, pretty girl. I think you’ve killed me.”

A breathless wheeze of laughter burst out of your chest, and you reached up to pull down the hand now splayed limp over your face to your lips. You left a lingering kiss in the palm as you crooked your other arm over your eyes, just so the temptation to peek wouldn’t get the best of you. You felt him lift his head with reluctance, his weight shifting, before his lips pressed to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss.

“You alright? I know I went pretty hard this time. I didn’t mean to lose it like that, but — “

Your hand came up to touch his face, landing on his neck instead. You slid it upward to cup his jaw, the feel of his patchy beard against your palm endearing. “Don’t you dare apologize,” you told him and drew him down for another kiss. “It was perfect. The best I’ve ever had,” you whispered against his lips.

He sighed, smiling against your mouth in relief and pleasure. When he shifted again, he saw you grimace. “Did I hurt you, sweet girl?” he rushed to ask, lifting his weight off you.

You giggled and shook your head. “No, it’s not that. There’s something cold and sticky all over your chest plate. It feels... icky.”

He glanced down to see your release from earlier smeared over his beskar, and he chuckled, low and dirty. “That’s your fault,” he teased. “You drowned me when you came the first time.”

Your mouth dropped open and, if not for his hand coming down to hold your arm in place, you would have jerked it away from your eyes to stare at him in shock. “I did not!” you gasped. mortified.

“Oh, you did, pretty girl,” he crooned. “I want to make you do it again.”

“What? N-Now?!”

A full-on laugh rumbled out of his chest this time. “No, sweet girl. As much as I’d love to, I don’t either one of us is going to be able to go another round after that last one.”

“Oh, thank the Maker,” you blurted out, and then winced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean —”

He sniffed in amusement and pecked you on the lips. “I know what you meant, mesh’la.” Sitting back on his knees, he rubbed at his face, grinning at the sticky feel of your spend drying in his mustache. He was positively covered in your cum, and he fucking loved it. His poor cock gave a valiant twitch before he tucked it back into his pants and stood. “C’mon, sweet girl. Let’s get in the shower.” He retrieved his helmet, slipping it back on before bending to take you by the hand.

You groaned. “Just lemme sleep here. Can’t move right now.”

“You’ll freeze down here,” he chided you. “Now come on. I’ll help you.”

You whined as he hauled you onto your feet, and you staggered on your shaking legs. He shook his head and turned his back to you, bending his knees slightly. “Hop on. I’ll carry you up the ladder. Otherwise, we will be down here all night.”

You made a face at him, but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway, making a weak hop to get onto his back. Grasping your thighs, he hitched you up a little higher and stood, then trudged towards the ladder at the opposite end of the hold.

“Oh, stars,” you moaned out behind him, dropping your forehead to his back. “Do you think we woke Grogu? We were, uh... ahem... We were, you know, a little loud,” you whispered.

“Well, the ship’s still flying, and I didn’t hear anything break while we were down here, so I’m going to say no.”

You giggled. “He’s gonna get it tomorrow morning,” you vowed. “He was the reason I got caught up in that stupid net in the first place. He somehow managed to get on that top shelf with a whole sleeve of cookies and my datapad.” You paused, moaned again. “Shit. My datapad. It broke when I dropped it.”

“Don’t worry, mesh’la. We’ll get you another one, and I’ll talk to Grogu myself tomorrow morning, right after breakfast. Okay?”

You sighed, a little grin tugging at your lips. “Okay.” You heaved a sigh, tightening your grip when Mando started to climb up the ladder. “I know one thing. I’m burning that stupid net when we get back to Nevarro.”

Mando huffed and shook his head. “Like hell you are. We’re bringing that home with us. It’s going up in the bedroom, right above the bed.”

You gasped in shock, rearing your head back. “Mando!”

His rumbling chuckle bounced off the metal walls of the ship, and a warmth like the sun bloomed in your chest as a smile as big as the Dune Sea spread across your face.

“Okay, fine. We’ll discuss the cargo net later. But right now, I want a shower.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mando purred, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Taking your hand, he led you into the ‘fresher.

Despite Mando’s earlier doubts, you found out that you both did indeed have another round left in you.

(End notes: Just wanted to mention @saradika because she created the dividers and banners I’m using. She makes them for free. You can check out her masterlist on her blog. Her fics are *chef’s kiss* too.)