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Let’s Talk About Sex Baby

Chapter One of Let's Talk About Sex Baby

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Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 10k+

Summary: Din learns the ins and outs of sex.

Warnings: PWP, language, fluff, mutual pining, SMUTTTTTTT (like reallyyyy filthy), dirty talk, cum play, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, anal play, some choking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP FOLKS), oral (male and female receiving)

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Din intently watched as you walked around the ship, tidying up after the child. He admired the way your body moved and how gracefully you made cleaning up look. He had been admiring you for some time now but was never confident enough to act on his feelings. That and he did not want to put you off by his… inexperience. Din let out a quiet sigh at the thought. He had never been with anyone before, and as confident as he was with the helmet on, no amount of confidence would make up for his lack of knowledge about how to please a partner. So instead, he settled for fantasizing about you in the dead of night in his bunk or the cockpit, pleasuring himself to the image of you on top of him as he brought you to ecstasy.

Din would often have to sequester himself in private whenever he could because he would get too worked up being around you for extended periods of time. When he would go on hunts, in the darkness and silence of his surroundings, he would often tug himself to the image of you on your knees before him, taking his aching cock into your mouth. He would cum to the thought of you taking him so deep that tears would flow from your eyes, and you would gag but still keep going in order to please him. He would frequently think of filling your mouth with his cum and would groan out into the night as he imagined you swallowing his load.

Today he found himself struggling to control his urges around you. He’d had a long few days hunting down an elusive bounty, and he was growing frustrated. His bounty had jumped to three different systems now, and Din was getting impatient. While he searched for the bounty, he had been so distracted by thoughts of you bent over in the cockpit taking his cock like a good girl that he’d lost his footing on the edge of a cliff and nearly fell into a ravine. Thank the Maker he actually had not, but he did twist his ankle a little, so he had to make the trek back to the Crest with a limp.

He’d been frustrated that he let his thoughts wander so much, but once he arrived back on the Crest, all frustrations melted away as his gaze fell upon you. His heart warmed as he saw the concern on your face at the sight of him limping and asked him if he was alright. He quickly told you what had happened, conveniently leaving out the fact that he had been thinking of you in a very compromising position before climbing up the ladder to hide away from you. He knew that he’d been very distant as of late and felt guilty, but he knew that he would lose control with you if left alone in your presence for too long.

In the privacy of the cockpit, he propped his twisted ankle on the dash and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hardening cock, and began stroking himself to the idea of you seated on his lap, taking his cock slowly into your soaking wet pussy as he groped your breast. His cock grew to its full length, and he let out a groan as he thought of you, tucked away in your bunk, probably asleep by now, the child sound asleep in his pod. He often had to stifle his moans, but tonight he made no such effort. He moaned out your name as he stroked himself faster but then paused as he heard movement in the cargo hold. He stilled his motions as he listened but heard nothing, so he resumed his actions.

He let out a grunt as he pulled on his cock, picturing you riding him as he leaned back in the pilot’s seat, letting you take control and move up and down on his length with vigor. He heard another sound, this time soft footsteps coming up the ladder, stopping partway up. The Crest was not the best at preventing noise from traveling, so he knew that it was you on the ladder and knew that he had been caught. He half expected you to climb the rest of the way up and confront him, knowing that you had heard him say your name out loud with a moan, but there was no indication that you were going to do that. He hesitated for a brief moment before giving in to his desire to continue his actions and letting you listen in. He felt a little guilty knowing that you were there listening to him, but if you wanted to listen to him pleasure himself, who was he to stop you? He was too close to the edge to care at this point. He had been torturing himself for weeks now and did not care that you could clearly hear him from your position on the ladder just outside the cockpit.

He continued to run his hand up and down his cock as he felt his balls tighten in anticipation. He used his free hand to cup and squeeze his balls, and he let out a strangled moan as he came with your name on his lips. He contently sighed as he propped his head against the seat and licked his lips. Maker, he wanted you. He decided he would try his luck and see if he could catch you spying on him, so he tucked himself back into his pants after wiping away the evidence of his pleasure and stood up. He heard you scramble down the ladder and into your bunk as he opened the cockpit door, and he shook his head at your attempt to be sneaky. He silently made his way down the ladder and stepped off, making his way to stand just outside your door, ensuring that you could not hear his footsteps. He leaned his head near the entrance to your bunk and listened to your moans and the telltale sounds of your fingers buried inside of you, the squelching of your wetness causing him to grow hard again.

Dank farrik.

You were going to be the end of him. He stood, helmet almost touching the door as he heard you moan out, “Mando."

He wanted to tell you his real name so badly. Wanted to hear it fall from your lips as you brought yourself to climax. He wanted you to scream it so loud that they would be able to hear you throughout the planet. He listened some more, and the wet sounds of you spiritedly pumping your fingers in and out made him palm his cock through his ever-tightening pants. How could he already be so hard again after he had cum just moments before? He wanted to feel some kind of relief but didn’t want to risk you suddenly opening the door to your bunk and catching him literally red-handed with his cock hanging out.

He decided to rub himself over his pants as he listened to you tip over the edge and moan out his name, loving how you sounded post-orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to open the door to your bunk and ravish you with endless pleasure, but he composed himself, managing to stop himself from doing just that. He heard you remove your clothing and bit his lip at the image of you being so soaked that you dripped through your clothes. He soon heard sleep engulf you, and he let out a little sigh of relief. His secret was safe for the time being.

You never questioned his behavior, understanding that he was already a hermit, to begin with, and did not open himself up to people often, but you could not help but fall for him anyway. You fell for him as you watched how he took care of the child and how gentle he was. You were there when he had just gotten the child back and had come to Sorgan seeking shelter away from the commotion of his life. You had been part of the village that he had helped fight off the raiders, and you had been so grateful. He had caught your attention the first moment you saw him, but his attention was placed on Omera as she welcomed him into the village, so you quickly pushed those feelings and the attraction away, hiding it in the depths of your soul.

You were nothing compared to Omera. She knew how to shoot, showing off her skill when Mando taught everyone to shoot. You, on the other hand, tended to the fields but loved to tinker with tech. It was your hidden talent but living in a remote village made coming across any tech a challenge. When he left, he had seen you poking around the fallen AT-ST and asked about your skill. You had shyly told him what you could do, and he asked if you wanted a job on his ship, and the rest was history.

You had gotten used to his brooding nature and resorted to just ignoring it, treating him like you would everyone else. You had grown accustomed to the trouble the child always got into and had taken it upon yourself to help the Mandalorian take care of him, but it was quite a task. The child loved getting into trouble whenever he could, from hiding your tools to running away and hiding whenever you tried to feed him. You had been with them for several months now as you navigated the galaxy to avoid the empire, and you had done a lot to help Mando. You had repaired some things on the ship for him and kept a watchful eye on the child whenever he left to hunt a bounty. Sometimes he would be gone for days, and you would find yourself missing him immensely.

Over the last few months, you had been finding Mando more and more attractive as the days went by. Now that Omera was not around, you did not feel guilty for how you felt about him. Though you never expressed it. No, instead, you suffered in silence at the yearning you had for him. You would watch as he bonded with the child, caring for him and tending to him as a father would to a son. You wanted that. You wanted to be a part of their little family but knew that it was a spice dream. There was no way that the Mandalorian felt anything for you. No way. You accepted his kindness for letting you stay on the ship and giving you a job, but lately, you had noticed that he had been acting a little strange.

You noticed that his gaze would linger you on as of late, feeling the heat of his stare through the visor. It made you nervous because you were not sure what he was thinking. You thought you had done something wrong because he had also been avoiding you, going into the cockpit shortly after you came into the cargo hold, making up some excuse about checking the nav system or something of the sort. You know it was a bunch of bantha fodder, but you did not have the nerve to confront him about it. You chalked it up to him just being in a sour mood since the latest bounty had been evading him, and the child was getting bored being on the ship so much, but you were not sure. You were a little upset that he had been ignoring you lately, not making as much conversation as he usually did, and that was saying something since he was already so quiet, to begin with.

Several weeks passed of Mando being very stand-offish, and you wanted to get to the bottom of things. However, things changed one night when you were in your bunk, and he was in the cockpit. At first, you were not sure what it was, so you had quietly crept out of your bunk and stood at the foot of the ladder to listen. Over the hum of the Crest, you heard a moan, and you thought Mando had somehow hurt himself further. He had come back from his hunt earlier that day, frustration radiating from him. You took note of him limping a bit, and when you asked him if he was alright, he had brushed you off and told you that he had slipped and fallen down the slide of a cliff, twisting his ankle in the process. You were concerned and a little skeptical but acknowledged his excuse and left him alone.

You heard another moan and tilted your head, trying to concentrate on the sound. The moan grew louder, and at the sound of your name, your eyes widened. The realization of what was happening making your body tingle. Was Mando really touching himself and moaning your name out loud in the cockpit? You felt heat creep through you and down to your core as you listened to him pleasure himself. You felt like you were invading his privacy, but at the same time, you were hidden, and he probably assumed that you were asleep in your bunk. You felt yourself grow wetter as you listened to him, and you decided to climb up the ladder a bit to hear him better. You felt dirty doing it but also so hot hearing him touch himself.

You climbed up the ladder a few steps, just enough to be able to hear him a little more, and stopped just short of the opening, enough to still be hidden from sight should he decide to open the cockpit door and look. You listened closely to him and could hear him stroking his cock and panting. You imagined him sitting in the pilot’s chair, helmet off, rubbing himself to completion. You felt slick pool in your panties as you tried to control the impulse to touch yourself while listening to him. You tried and failed at resisting the urge as you clung to the ladder with one arm and snaked another into your pants, reaching down and rubbing your clit. You bit your lip in an attempt to remain quiet and unseen, but it was quite a task. You rubbed your swollen clit before moving to insert a finger into your heat. You heard his moans grow louder, and he breathed out your name with a stuttered gasp. He had just finished, and the sound of his voice saying your name made you feel hot all over. Hearing his boots on the ground, you scrambled off the ladder and into your bunk as quietly as you could before the cockpit door opened and his boots hit the top of the ladder.

Maker, that was close.

You closed your eyes as you imagined him just outside of your door, coming down from the high of his orgasm. You were securely in your bunk, knowing Mando would not intrude on you there, so you took the opportunity to slide your hand back down your pants and rub your clit with your thumb while you slide your fingers inside of your soaking wet canal. You pictured Mando caressing you with his gloved hand before dipping it into your heat. You let out a quiet moan as you imagined that it was his thick fingers gliding in and out of you. Your walls having a vice grip on his cock as it squeezed around it.

You sped up your motions as you neared your peak and breathily moaned out his name in the quiet confines of your bunk. You wished you knew his real name so you could scream it into the void, but alas, you were not privileged to know that. You envisioned him taking his cock out and bringing it to your entrance, teasing your clit with the head before finally seating himself into you. Visualizing him pounding into you at a rough pace, you felt your body explode with electricity as you tipped over the edge, arching your back off the bed and biting your lip to muffle your moans.

“Oh Mando,” you cried out as quietly as you could, hearing he could hear your desire for him. You felt your wetness rush out of you and onto your hands, soaking your pants and underwear in the process. You shivered as your chest heaved, out of breath from coming so hard at the image of Mando pressing himself above you as he filled your cunt with his sweet juices. Your eyes grew heavy as you felt sleep begin to overtake you. You happily sighed as you stripped yourself of your now soaked clothes and set them aside before rolling over and closing your eyes, allowing the calm relief of sleep to take you.

It had been a week since you had heard Mando in the cockpit. A week of tiptoeing around each other. The child kept you both busy, but the two of you would come up with excuses to hide away whenever he was asleep. He was unsure if he wanted to confront you about spying on him, and you were not sure if you should face him about hearing his private time. However, things would come to a tipping point that very day.

He had been in the cockpit preparing the Crest to depart the planet you were presently on and setting course for a system in the Outer Rim for another bounty when he heard the Crest sputter and then die.

Kriffing ship!

He got up and kicked the cockpit wall before climbing down the ladder to see if you could find out what happened. As he descended the ladder, he saw that the cargo hold was shrouded in complete darkness. He sighed and turned on the night vision on his helmet. He scanned the area but did not see you, so he assumed you were in your bunk. As he turned, he felt something crash into him with a grunt. He looked down, and his breath hitched. There you were, fresh out of the shower, towel clutched tight to your body, your breasts fighting to stay confined.

“Uh – heh �� the lights went out and the water stopped so.….” You trailed off, shifting from foot to foot nervously in the dark. You knew he could probably see you due to the features on his helmet, and it was a little unnerving not being able to see him. He scanned your body, licking his lips. He was not sure if this would be alright or even pan out well, but he had been pining for you for some time and knew he may lose his nerve if he did not do anything now. He placed his hands on his helmet and, with a hiss, removed it and set it down on a box. The darkness concealed his face, but he knew his way around the ship like the back of his hand, so he had no issue closing the distance between the two of you and grabbed your hips. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his gloved hands on you, heat spreading throughout your body, making its way down to your core. You had been touching yourself in the shower thinking of Mando, so you were already wet, but the proximity made a shiver run down your spine, and you felt wetness slip out of you and down your thigh.

“Wha – what are you doing?” You questioned, clearing your throat nervously. You felt him shift and felt a hot breath on your lips.

Maker, he had taken off his helmet!

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he huskily said, the warmth of his breath further heating your face. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.” Your pupils dilated with lust at his words. He was asking for permission, and you felt your knees grow weak. You were surprised that you were even still standing.

“Yes. Yes, I want this. I want you,” you whispered and felt him close the distance between you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You felt him bring his hand to the back of your neck, cradling your head with the other as you moaned into his mouth. The man could kiss. You brought your hands up to run your fingers through his hair and realized too late that your towel had slipped off your body and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Thank the Maker the child is asleep in Mando’s bunk, you thought as you pressed your body against his, feeling the cold sting of the Beskar against your bare chest. You ran your hands down from his head to the front of his pants and felt his hard cock straining against the front. You gave him a little squeeze and felt him give your lip a slight bite in response. You took the opportunity to slip your hand under the waistband and grasp his swollen length and felt him suddenly tense.

“What is it?” You whispered, concerned that you had done something wrong. He let out a deep breath and leaned his head against your shoulder, hesitating before he spoke.

“I – uh,” he stuttered out. “I’ve never – “Your eyes turned into saucers at what he was insinuating.

“You mean you’ve never? Really?” you questioned. You felt him nod against your shoulder and his shoulders slump at the embarrassment.

“I’ve never been with anyone,” he admitted in defeat. “I’ve never really had the opportunity to or really wanted to. Until – until I met you.” Your heart clenched in your chest at the admission. You knew it must have taken a lot for him to admit his feelings shortcomings, especially when it came to something like this.

“We don’t have to,” you gently stated as you cupped his cheek, bringing his face up. He shook his head and pressed his forehead against yours. You sucked in a little breath at the action. From what little bit you knew about Mandalorian culture, this gesture was significant—a keldabe kiss, as it was called.

“No, I want this. With you,” he said softly, nervousness exuding from him. “But uh – you’re going to – uh – have to teach me some things.” At his words, you smiled and tilted your head up to kiss him caringly.

“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know,” you replied, affection coating your words. You took his hand and guided it to your dripping core, silently encouraging him to touch you. As much as he had imagined this moment, he was unsure of what to really do to bring you pleasure. He hesitantly slid his hand down your front to the meet apex of your legs until it came to rest just outside your heat. He stopped and made a move to remove his gloves, but you stopped him.

“Keep it on. At least for now,” you said as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and moved his hand lower to where you wanted him. He felt the warmth through his gloves, and he sucked in a breath as he felt you soak the tips of his fingers through the material.

“Kriffing hell,” he breathed out. You smiled at his reaction and moved his hand, so his fingers slightly dipped into your leaking cunt. You moaned out as he understood what you wanted and pushed a finger in. You took his other hand and removed the glove, and placed his finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip as you would if it had been his cock. He let out a groan at the feeling, wishing it was his cock buried inside your mouth. You let his finger go with a little pop and tossed your head back in pleasure as he continued to plunge his finger into you, still unsure of his actions.

“Another,” you instructed, and he complied, adding a second finger inside of you. He began to pump his fingers in and out just like he imagined many times and bit his lip at the sounds emitting from your mouth. Such sweet sounds. He wanted to hear more of them.

“More,” you begged. He gave you what you wanted and added yet another finger, causing you to groan out at the stretch of his large fingers inside of you. The gloves were effectively soaked at this point, and he had no problem sliding his digits in and out of you with ease. You threw your head back at the feeling and then abruptly stopped him. He tilted his head questioningly, and you moved his hand and tugged the glove off before placing his hand back down at your core. He got the idea and slid his fingers back into you, hearing the sloshing of your juices coating his fingers as he pumped them into your soaked core. He sped up his movements, and you let out a loud moan.

“Curl your fingers and put your thumb on my clit,” you coached. He stopped his movements, and you opened your eyes, meeting nothing but darkness but looking in his general direction, guessing where his face was.

“Your – your what?” he asked. “Clit?”

My poor sweet virgin, you giggled internally.

“My clit,” you repeated.

“What – what is that?” he shyly asked, unsure of what in kriffling hell you were talking about. He had never heard that term before, but then again, he was a blushing virgin, but he hoped to change that.

“The clit is basically the magic button,” you explained to him. “It helps bring on an orgasm, and it’s really sensitive.” You shifted your legs, spreading them some more, and took his hand into yours, guiding him to your aching nub. You pressed his finger down on it and let out a moan at the pressure.

“This?” He curiously asked, applying a little more pressure, eliciting a whine from you.

“Yes, right there,” you shakily replied. “Use your thumb there and rub it and use your fingers just like before.” He took your instruction very well and did exactly what you said. He pushed his fingers back into you while bringing his thumb up to rub your little button of pleasure.

“You can also tap it, or give it a little pinch, just make sure not to go too hard,” You added. You felt your knees start to buckle and tried to stay upright but found that it was getting harder and harder to stay upright. You felt your orgasm build as he continued his motions and added more pressure to your clit while picking up speed with his fingers.

“Rub it in circles too. That feels really good and what I do when I’m alone and thinking of you,” you said with a moan. His cock twitched at your words. The image of you spread out rubbing your clit to thoughts of him made him swell with pride. Just like you had told him to do, he curled his fingers inside of you while rubbing circles around your clit and applied pressure. Your body exploded in pure bliss. You let out a wail which he silenced with a kiss as you came all over his fingers, your juices running, coating his hand. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, and you felt him extract his fingers from you slowly. You whined out at the emptiness you felt at the loss. He took the opportunity to bring his fingers to his mouth and licked your cum off his fingers with a groan.

“So sweet,” he said. “Just like I imagined.” Your cheeks flushed at his statement, and you bit your lip as you heard him lick the remainder off his fingers before he cupped your face and brought his lips back down to yours. He ran his tongue experimentally against your lips, and you granted him access, meeting his tongue with your own. You tasted yourself on his lips and moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand back down to cup his length over his pants, feeling it twitch at the contact. This time he did not tense; instead, he ground himself against your hand, wanting more friction. You dipped your hand back down the waistband to grab hold of his cock and pumped him a few times, feeling his breath hitch at the contact. You pushed him backward with your other hand, trying to get him to back up.

“Sit down,” you finally said since he was too distracted by the feel of your soft hand on his aching cock. He complied and sat down on the ground as he felt you kneel in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling his firm cock out. Your eyes bulged at his size. Now that you could fully feel his size, you contemplated how he would be able to fit into you. You could barely wrap your hand around him, the tips of your fingers not even touching. Your pussy clenched at the thought of him stuffing you full with his impressive girth, wanting him to split you open. His cock hardened further at the anticipation of what was to come as you drew nearer. He felt you crawl towards him, feeling your hair fall and tickle his leg. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he felt your hot breath on his cock before you finally engulfed the head into your hot mouth.

Because of his thickness, you had trouble wrapping your lips around his cock, but you were determined to take him completely down your throat, even if that meant you had to hold your breath for as long as you could. You opened your mouth as wide as you could and took his cock into your mouth inch by inch, feeling him throb at the feel of your tongue sliding down his shaft. It took all his willpower not to grab your head and shove you fully down on his length, knowing that you were probably having some trouble due to how thick he was. You finally reached the base of his cock, nose touching his curls, and you gave him a suck. He involuntarily bucked his hips up and hit the back of your throat harshly, causing you to gag and tears well up, but you expertly kept your mouth clamped down around him. He groaned as he felt you withdraw your mouth until only the tip remained. You gave the underside of the head some kitten licks before taking him all the way in again, this time swirling your tongue around his head and shaft as you drew him in. He knew he would not last much longer if you kept this up, and he brought his hand down to grip the back of your head, gently tugging your hair to pull you off.

“If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long,” he huffed out. You giggled at him and bent back down to take him into your mouth once again, earning a groan of protest from him, but he made no effort to stop you. You kept up your actions for a few more moments before you felt his cock flex and knew he was close. You continued to bob your head up and down and use a hand to pump his shaft whenever you would pull back. You would alternate between twisting your hand up and down on his cock and then pumping up and down. You swirled your tongue around the head once more and then began to flick your tongue on the underside right on the frenulum. He threw his head back at the sensitivity there and dug his hand into your hair, tugging gently. You felt the pull on your scalp, and it spurred you on, sucking on the underside of his cock with enthusiasm and worked his shaft while your other hand pulled out his balls.

“Ohhh,” he moaned out as you massaged his balls in your hand. You loved hearing him come undone, and you released his cock with a pop before diving for his balls and taking one into your mouth as your hand continued to rub his cock. You felt his balls tighten in your mouth as he grew closer and closer to his release. His moans of pleasure increased in volume, and you went back to sucking the tip of his cock while a hand went back to massaging his balls while the other helped to stimulate his hard cock. You felt his balls tighten and clench as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and you took him deep into your throat as you felt him release his cum into your mouth.

He had so much cum to release that some leaked out of your mouth and ran down your chin. You finally released his cock, swallowing the cum, tasting the sweet nectar he had discharged. You wiped the cum off your chin with your finger and dipped it into your mouth, moaning at the salty taste of it. He let out a huff at the loss of contact but heard you gulp down his cum, and he groaned, one of his favorite fantasies finally coming to life. You gave the tip a little kiss before you began to tug at his pants, trying to get them off his legs.

“Off,” you demanded. He let out a little laugh at your command and shifted so he could remove the Beskar plates off his legs before lifting his hips to pull his pants down and kicking them off to the side. He decided to be proactive and began to remove the rest of his Beskar and draped his cape under him to add some cushion. Once he stripped himself, he turned back to you and placed his hand in front of him to feel you. You felt him brush your shoulder, so you moved towards him, straddling his lap. You were pleasantly surprised, feeling a rigid length poking your leg, his cock not having softened in the slightest with his release.

“Maker, you’re still hard! How is that possible?!” You exclaimed, bringing your hand down to take hold of his throbbing length. He shrugged as you began to pump him again.

“You bring out something in me, sweet girl,” he replied as he moaned when you ran your thumb over the frenulum again. He ran his fingers down your sides as he nuzzled your neck, breathing in your scent.

“Kriffing hell,” you breathed out. “You’re going to be the end of me.” He let out a laugh at your proclamation and kissed the side of your neck before kissing the top of your shoulder.

“I want to taste you, cyar’ika,” he whispered into your ear as he gently bit your earlobe. You shivered with want as he said that and brought his hands up to cup your breasts. He began to pepper kisses down your neck until he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. You arched your back into his mouth and let out a whimper as he gently bit down before snaking his tongue out and running it across your breasts to take your other nipple into his mouth. He maneuvered the two of you so he could place you on your back, laying you down on his cape as he began to kiss down your belly before placing some kisses and a few nibbles on your hips. Your pussy ached for him, and you felt more wetness gush out of you as you waited for him to bring his mouth down to your heated core.

“Please, Mando,” you begged as he snaked his tongue over your hip and down your thigh. He tilted his head up at you as you took in a deep breath.

“Din,” he replied. “My name is Din.” You felt like you were floating on clouds at the sound of his name.

“Din,” you repeated, testing out his name on your tongue. “I like it.” Din let out a chuckle as he leaned his head down to run his tongue on your other hip.

“I want to hear you say my name over and over again,” he gruffly said.

“I’ll say it as much as you want me to,” you replied with a smile. He brought his face down and breathed in your intoxicating scent. He loved the smell of your pussy, and the small taste he had had from his fingers made his mouth water in want. He wanted to bury his face between your legs until you could no longer form words. But first, he needed you to guide him on how to do that.

“Um - I’ll – I’ll need help with this too,” he admitted. “As much as I’ve thought about this, my imagination can only go so far, cyar’ika.” You nodded and bucked your hips up, trying to get him to do something. Anything.

“Do what you did with your fingers, but with your tongue instead,” you replied.

“Like this?” he asked before he dove in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your dripping center, slipping his tongue into you, finally tasting your sweet juice. You threw your head back at the sensual act and hit your head on the floor of the ship with an audible thud. Din’s head shot up as he looked up at you, concerned.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he pushed himself up to his elbows. You had hit your head hard enough to feel it throb but paid it no mind, the pleasure he was giving you distracting from the slight sting.

“I’m alright,” you chuckled lightly, assuring him not to worry. Din let out a sigh before he laid back down and kissed your thigh.

“Cyar’ika, you’re going to have to guide me with this,” he said anxiously. You cupped his cheek lovingly and stroked it.

“Go ahead and do what I told you I’ll tell you if you need to change your technique,” you urged him, wanting him to try and get some confidence before you chimed in. The shift in his demeanor was very different for you. You were used to Din being standoffish and quiet, but he always exuded so much confidence before, especially with the helmet on. Now he seemed like a lost puppy unsure of what to do at each turn, and it warmed your heart. Heeding your words, he dove back in and began to drill his tongue into your entrance. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue slinking itself into your wet canal, and you buried your hand in his hair, whispering words of encouragement to him while you pushed his face deeper into your oozing pussy.

“Good. Good. Now use your fingers instead of your tongue and use your tongue on my clit,” you instructed him gently. “Pull back at the top to really expose my clit and suck on it.” He nodded before dipping two fingers into you and curling them just like before while he began to suck on your clit, drawing it into his mouth hungrily. He got a little too vigorous with his motions and plunged his fingers in a little too enthusiastically while he sucked on your clit with too much of a pull, and you slightly cringed, tensing up from the uncomfortable feeling.

“Din. Din – stop. Wait, you’re going a little too hard,” you breathed out. He stopped his motions and looked up at you.

“Sorry,” he said bashfully. “Too much?”

“It’s ok, just slow down a little. You’re not in a race,” you chuckled. “Be gentle.”

He nodded and resumed his motions, this time slowing down more, and you whined in pleasure at how well he adjusted his actions every time you told him to do something.

“Ughhh just like that,” you moaned out, and you felt him smile against your leaking cunt. “Swirl your tongue around my clit and you can nibble a bit on it, just please make sure to not bite too hard.”

Din nodded as his face was buried in your cunt and the nodding added to the pleasure as his tongue gliding up and down on the aching nub. He bit down gently on the knob, and you bucked up into his face.

“Good, now alternate between all that, but not too quickly in between. Consistency is key.” Din complied with fervor and wrapped his lips around your nub and used his other hand to pull the hood of your clit back some more and swirled the tip of his tongue around it while plunging his fingers into you, again and again, curling them up each time to hit your sweet spot.

You felt yourself grow closer to your climax, and your moans started to get louder, so you bit down on your hand, not wanting to risk waking the child and him, the two of you in this position. For Din’s inexperience, he had picked things up very quickly and was working your pussy like he had done it many times before.

“Oh fuck, Din. Oh, Din, kriffing hell,” you breathed out as he tongued your clit and increased his speed, the noises you made and his name falling from your lips spurring him on.

“Oh Din! Don’t stop!” you cried out as he switched things up and buried his tongue into you while his fingers drew circles on your clit, applying mild pressure.

He is a natural at this, you thought, as he kept up the work. You felt like you were flying as he plunged his tongue deep into you and curling it upwards as he had done with his fingers, and you violently came at the stroke, back arching up, liquid streaming out of your pussy and onto his tongue and mouth.

“Diiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn,” you wailed out, no longer caring about how loud you were being. He eagerly continued to lap at your opening, licking up your juices as they continued to flow out of you. You would think he had been dehydrated from how fervently he was drinking you down. You felt another orgasm building, and you tried to pull away from him, your pussy clenching around his tongue and your clit pulsing from the pleasure.

“I don’t think so,” Din said with a smirk. “I’m not going to have any of that. Now be a good girl and take it.” He gripped your hips and pushed them down, effectively pinning you and stilling your movements. At his commanding nature, your pussy got slicker with need. He kept up his actions and slurped up everything you gave him. He wrapped his mouth around your clit again and feverishly drove three fingers into you until you saw stars. Your toes curled, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, in a high-pitched shriek as you gushed all over his face, coating his chin with your nectar, some of it dripping down his chin.

He gulped every single drop, not letting any go to waste, before finally pulling away and wiping the remainder off his chin, letting out a laugh as he felt you collapse onto the floor. His laugh was like music to your ears, and you wanted more of him. You wanted to be filled to the brim with him inside of you, plowing into you like an animal in heat. He moved, so he was on top of you and kissed your clavicle before moving to kiss your forehead as you recovered from your back-to-back orgasms.

“Still have a few more in you, cyar’ika?” He asked softly. You nodded and leaned up to kiss him.

“Are you sure you’ve never done any of this before?” You teased. Din chuckled at you before nodding.

“I’m sure I would remember if I’d done any of that,” he replied. “Besides, I have a really good teacher.” You rolled your eyes at how suave and flirty he was when not moments ago he had been so unsure of himself while buried deep into your cunt.

“I’m sure you can figure out this next part?” you joked. Din let out a huff and leaned down to bite the side of your neck and then doing it to your other side.

“Now there’s no need to be so mean, cyar’ika,” he said, feigning hurt. You scoffed at him before slipping your hand between the two of you and gripping his cock in your hands, as much of it as you could at least, remembering how thick he was.

“Din, I need you inside me,” you whined as he pulled back his hips to tease you. “Now.”

“Hmmm, I’m not so sure now,” he teased back. You huffed at him before he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

“Say please,” he commanded, and you felt your pussy tighten at his tone. “Say it.”

“Please,” you pleaded. “Please, Din. I need your cock inside of me. Fill me up. Stuff me full of that big kriffing cock of yours.”

“Good girl,” he said as your words made his cock throb with eagerness. He thrust into your core with one fell swoop, causing you to yelp out at the sudden intrusion.

“Oh!” You let out a loud gasp as he stretched you out, and you felt like he was splitting you in two.

“Oh Maker,” you moaned out as he stayed still to let you adjust to his enormous size. You brought our hands down to clutch his ass and squeezed, indicating to him that you wanted him to start moving. He began to move at a painfully slow pace, and you whined at him.

“Din, please,” you pleaded. “I can take it.” Din held back his lust as much as he could in order not to hurt you. He knew he was large, and he did not want to cause you any harm, but at your urging, he felt something inside of him snap. The primal side of him took over as he drove his cock into you until he was buried to the hilt, feeling his balls slap against your skin. You cried out at the feel of him hitting your cervix, and you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him seated inside of you.

“Oh, sweet girl, you feel amazing,” he breathed out as he withdrew his member almost entirely before plowing it back into you hard. You gripped his back to help support you, and you bit down on his shoulder as his thrusts grew more and more powerful with each stroke.

“You like having my cock buried inside of you? Stuffing you so full that you’ll be able to feel me tomorrow?” Din asked as he plunged into you, again and again, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Uhh – yes – yes, Din. Love having you fucking me full of your cock,” you managed to stammer out.

“You’ve been such a good girl, teaching me how to pleasure you,” he groaned out. “Never want this to end.” Your mind was clouded with lust, and all you could do was hum in agreement. As he drove his cock into you, he hit a particularly sensitive spot, and you gasped out. He took that chance to slide his tongue into your mouth as he swallowed down your moans, snaking a hand up to rest on your neck and gently squeeze. You liked the feel of him dominating you this way. The alpha in him coming forward and reminding you that he could snap you like a twig if he wanted.

You placed your hand on his wrist as you pushed on it, making him apply more pressure to the sides of your neck, causing you to groan out as his tongue battled yours. You passionately kissed one another as he pumped into you some more and applied a little more pressure to the sides of your neck. After a few more thrusts, he let out a grunt and stopped his movements. You were confused but then realized what he wanted when he lifted you to turn you over onto your hands and knees. You followed his lead and stuck your ass out to grind it against his rigid cock as it stood at attention.

“Show me what you got,” you taunted as you felt him run a finger through your folds. Din chuckled behind you as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he teased back as he submerged his rigid member into your waiting pussy. You fell onto your elbows from the force of his thrust, and you rested your forehead on the cool floor of the Crest, trying to cool down from the heat between you two as he set a brutal pace. You felt him snake a hand down to caress your clit, and you whimpered at how sensitive you were. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts as he continued to rub circles on your clit while keeping a steady stride with his cock. He pulled you back to him to rest your back against his chest as he placed his hand around your neck once more, as he thrust into you. You were impressed with his stamina and how commanding he had become.

Gone was the timid man who earlier did not even know what a clit was. You liked this side of him a lot, and you wanted more. You wanted him to ravage you and claim you as his. You wanted to feel him every time you walked. You wanted him to pump you full of his cum and have you leak for days. You wanted to feel the pleasurable ache between your legs as a reminder of your sexual activities. He dipped a finger into your heat again in between thrusts, and you felt a foreign pressure on your unoccupied hole. This was new to you, but the feeling was not an unwelcome one. This was all unexplored territory, but you quite enjoyed it. You were curious about trying this new experience out with Din, having him pop the only cherry you had left to give. You turned your head back towards him as he gently stroked the puckered hole while keeping his thrusts going, not missing a beat in his movements.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned suggestively. Din slowed his motions as he collected more of your wetness and brought it up to your ass, gently rubbing the hole with the tip of his thumb. You moaned at the foreign sensation.

“I’m curious what this feels like,” he answered as he applied some pressure. “If it’s as tight here as you are there.” You let out a giggle at his wording, pressing back against him, encouraging him to continue.

“Well, it won’t just be your first time then,” you coyly replied. Din completely stopped his movements as he absorbed your words.

“You mean – you?” He sputtered out in awe.

“Yes, Din. You’d be the first.” He sucked in a breath at the thought of him being your first for something, just as you had been his first. His heart swelled at the sentiment that you trusted him enough to give him something you had never given anyone. He took that moment to spit on your hole for extra lubrication and rub it around the rim of your ass, and massaged the cheeks with his other hand. He then pushed the tip of his thumb gently into your hole, making sure to go slow as not to hurt you. You moaned out at the feeling of his thick finger penetrating a place you had never had anyone explore. You wanted to go down the rabbit hole with him, wanting him to blow your mind with the new sensation he was giving you.

“Next time then, cyar’ika,” Din finally replied. “Next time I’m going to bend you over the console in the cockpit and bury my cock deep into your ass. But right now, I want to cum in this tight little pussy.” Your walls tightened at his words and the promise of a next time. He slid back inside of your slick heat with a contented sigh, thumb still buried inside of you, pushing it deeper into you.

“Fuck me like you hate me, Din. I don’t want you to hold back,” you ordered. Din grunted as he thrust into you harshly, pushing you onto your belly, with your ass up in the air, thumb firmly buried into it.

“Your wish is my command, cyar’ika,” he replied as he became unhinged at your demand and began to drill into you at a ruthless pace. You felt him grab your hip with the hand previously around your throat and pull you back to him, meeting each of his thrusts, plunging his cock deeper inside of you as he moved his thumb in and out of you as in tandem with his stokes. He spat on the crease and felt it drip down onto his thumb to coat it further as he changed things up and replaced his thumb with his index and middle finger, stretching out your hole wider. The intrusion shot a jolt of electricity throughout your body at the expansion. Every time he would withdraw his cock, his fingers would enter your puckered hole, and he would repeat the motion repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the tipping point. You felt his throbbing cock so deep inside you that you could place your hand on your stomach and feel the tip as it made your lower stomach bulge slightly.

Your pussy was overwhelmingly wet at the feeling of him sheathed inside of you, and you never wanted the pleasure to end. You felt his pace start to become unsteady and erratic, and you knew he was close, just as close as you were. Shamelessly loud grunts and moans and the slap of skin against skin filled the Crest’s cargo hold. The wet sounds of his thrusts, as your juices leaked out onto the soft material of his cape and the floor of the ship, filled your ears as Din leaned over and bit your shoulder as his movements halted, and you felt his cock twitch and spill his seed deep into you. Stream after stream of his hot white cum painted your walls as he leaned over you, resting his head between on your back, sweat dripping down both your bodies.

At the feel of his cock releasing his cum into you, your body convulsed, and a shout erupted from you as you came with him. Your walls locked him into your cut and pumped his cock dry, making sure there was nothing left. After a moment, he extracted his cock and fingers from within you and laid on the floor beside you. You fully laid down on your belly as he turned over and slung his arm over your body, covering you with his warmth. You felt some of your combined juices leak out of you and groaned at the feeling of it sliding down your thigh. You brought your hand down to your center and scooped up some cum, bringing it to your lips. You moaned out at the taste of your combined substances.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, curiosity piqued from your moan. He hadn’t done anything to extract such a sound from you.

“You taste amazing, and according to you, so do I,” you giggled out. “So, I had a taste of what we taste together, and it tastes phenomenal.” Din’s eyes widened at your brazen action and words, and he decided to try it for himself. You felt Din snake a hand down your leg and gather some of your mixed essences before bringing it to his lips. At the taste, he let out a groan and buried his head into your shoulder.

“You’re right, cyar’ika, we both taste good together.” Din slipped his hand back down your back, running it down until he reached your ass. He squeezed both cheeks before dipping his hand back down into your canal, pushing his fingers in with ease. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling and wiggled against his hand.

“What are you doing, troublemaker?” You asked as you wiggled against his fingers some more, feeling him go deeper.

“Can’t get any go to waste, now can we?” He shot back. “I want you stuffed with my cum, keeping it inside of you and feeling it leak out every time you walk.” His filthy words made you moan and bury your head into the softness of his cape.

“You really are going to be the end of me, Din,” you retorted. He let out a chuckle at your response.

“No, sweet one, I think it’s quite the opposite. You are going to be the end of me,” he clarified. You rolled your eyes at his words.

“Besides, you almost were a week ago,” he stated.

“What do you mean?” You inquired.

“The day I came back to the Crest with a limp I really had almost fallen. I was too distracted by thoughts of you and how you’d look bent over in the cockpit taking my cock inside of you,” he explained. You let out a laugh.

“Did you really?!” He nodded against you coyly.

“I also knew what you were doing when I was in the cockpit after that,” he said. Your face grew hot in embarrassment. He kriffing knew what you’d been doing! He let out a chuckle at your silence.

“I – uh – “ you sputtered out.

“Don’t worry, cyar’ika,” he said. “I enjoyed knowing you hear every moment of it, and I enjoyed hearing you afterward.” At his admission, you gawked. He had been listening to you get yourself off after you’d been listening to him!

“Hmph,” you huffed out. Din let out a chuckle as he turned over.

“Soooo, that was incredible,” Din spoke as he kissed your shoulder. “I – I’ve never felt like that before.

“It was,” you said in agreement. “You’ve certainly been a good student. Din moved to brush your hair over your shoulder and leaned up to place a tender kiss on your shoulder blade before drawing circles on your back as he laid back down, exhaustion beginning to take over. The post-coitus bliss was making his eyelids heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and never leave. He wanted to stay in this moment with you forever.

“Din?” You whispered into the darkness.

“Mm?” came his soft reply, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“What’s cyar’ika mean?” you asked curiously. “You’ve called me that several times now.” Din let out a breath as he rubbed your back some more.

“It’s Mando’a for beloved,” he answered softly. You hummed at his answer, smiling at the term of endearment.

“Beloved, huh?” you teased. “I’m your beloved? He nodded his head as he squeezed your side.

“Yes,” he replied, voice growing drowsier. “You are my cyar’ika. Have been for a while now.” Your heart swelled at his confession. Your hope that he felt the same way for you as you did for him had finally manifested. You really were floating in the clouds and never wanted to come down. After a moment, you felt Din’s breathing start to even out, but a sudden thought came to mind. You turned over onto your back as Din shifted, so he was still curled up around you, legs tangling with yours, head resting against your shoulder.

“Din?” you whispered again.

“Mmmm?” came his tired reply.

“We should probably get the ship fixed.” Din let out a sigh at the reminder of how you both got into this situation, to begin with.

“Tomorrow, sweet one,” he sleepily said. “For now, we sleep.” You nodded and turned your head to press a kiss to his forehead as you heard his breathing deepen before he drifted off. You closed your eyes and let darkness overtake you with the thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. You both had finally given in to your feelings and desires, so you were curious as to what the future would hold.

Next Chapter ⟹

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #let's talk about sex baby series

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ixalit · 4 years ago

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can i assume that you like htp? if so, are there any favorite htp fics you can rec? 👀 my favorite one is dragging you down, demon bucky series and i love it tbh

I do!

Here are my favorites, some very popular, and others that are lesser known. As always, heed the tags and only read what you’re comfortable with!

(Here’s part 2)

Lamb and Martyr by @dsudis

40k, 5 chapters, complete

Steve/Bucky

graphic depictions of violence, rape recovery, rape roleplay, kink negotiation, under-negotiated kink, unsafe kink, subdrop, topdrop, complicated consent

Summary: "You could, though," Steve said. "If you were willing to hurt me."

Motions series by Nonymos

Steve/Bucky, Pierce/Bucky

Story 1: Training Motions

19k, 4 chapters, complete

alternate universe - modern, no powers, spies and secret agents; secret agent steve; torture; sex slavery; humiliation; object insertion; non-consensual body modification; forced feminization; dead dove: do not eat

Summary:

If Alexander Pierce, notorious weapons dealer, can be tricked into selling to SHIELD, his entire business will be exposed and the planet will be just a little safer. Steve's not the best at undercover work, but there was nobody else for the job and he would do anything to close the deal.

Of course, things get complicated when the deal turns into a competition. Things get more complicated when the competition starts hinging on who can hurt Pierce's submissive the most. Steve's not certain James is here on his own free will, and Steve's not certain he can compromise his morals, even to save millions of lives.

Story 2: Motion Training

78k, 31 chapters, complete

past rape/non-con, rape recovery, rape aftermath, consent issues, post hydra trash party, mutual pining, flashbacks, discussions of suicide

Summary:

After three years of slavery, Bucky's suddenly free again. He's not sure how to come back from that. Doing everything right just feels like going through the motions, but he has to keep going anyway - because there are some very wrong things he cannot afford to want.

Humans as Gods by Hyperthetical

5k, shrinkyclinks

rape/non-con, hurt/comfort, size kink, minor character death, dubious consent, hydra made them do it, happy ending, cuddling & snuggling

Summary:

HYDRA scientists successfully de-serum Captain America, only to discover that they are utterly unprepared for Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier follows his instructions to the letter. This works out just great.

So Familiar A Gleam by Lauralot

10k, stucky

nightmares, victim blaming, self-hatred, self-harm, drug use/abuse, overdosing, hallucinations, mental instability, past sexual abuse, past rape/non-con, electrocution, psychological horror, emotional/psychological abuse

Summary: Steve is always honest when Bucky’s sleeping.

Hallowed Ground by @shinelikethunder

12k, stucky, steve/hydra agents, bucky/hydra agents

rape aftermath, church sex, past torture, past rape/non-con, virginity, comfort sex, no healing cock, misappropriated religious imagery, hurt/comfort, sloppy seconds

Summary:

Bucky thinks about cleaning guns, or doing field maintenance on his arm, and tries to pretend he's repairing something delicate as he traces the lines of violence carved into Steve's flesh.

It'd be nice to believe that's what he's doing.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me by Chianine

4k, stucky

humiliation, self-hatred, physical abuse, rape/non-con

Summary:

When he's not being raped, beaten, or forced to commit murder, the Winter Soldier has a lot of time alone to dream and wonder what it would be like to not be treated like a piece of trash. He makes up a fantasy friend who would be big and strong and come and rescue him from HYDRA and all the people who hurt him. Then he would take the Soldier home and give him good food and wash him and touch him softly and take him to his nice warm bed and kiss him and hold him close and keep him safe.

Of course when he imagines this friend it's always a blonde blue-eyed handsome man. The Soldier decides to give this imaginary friend a name and the only one that comes to mind is Steve...

He doesn't realize that this person isn't made up - he is a memory.

There Is No Shortage of Blood by @dsudis, @artgroves

246k, 57 chapters, complete

Steve/Bucky

rape recovery, rape aftermath, rape fantasy, flashbacks, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, unsafe bdsm practices, bucky’s broken dick, sexual dysfunction, winter soldier trial, canon divergence, autoerotic asphyxiation, knifeplay, no safeword (just this once), risk aware consensual kink

Summary:

The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA.

(And the longer, slower recovery of his sex life.)

to burn your kingdom down by glorious_spoon

12k, 5 chapters, complete

Steve/Hydra agents

graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, whump, past rape/non-con, hurt/comfort, rescue, hurt steve, steve/stoicism

Summary:

The Avengers go after a Hydra splinter cell with a nasty habit of brutalizing their prisoners. Steve has some ugly history with them, and when a rescue mission gone wrong leaves him and Sam in enemy hands, the situation gets uglier still.

No Broken Bones, No Permanent Damage by ponderosa121

1k, bucky/pierce, bucky/hydra agents

gang rape, knives

Summary: Something stirs in the dark places beneath his ribs. What does he want?

A Simple Excuse for a Complex Crime by @shinelikethunder

6.5k, stucky

graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, torture, interrogation, knifeplay, blood, electrocution, object insertion, bucky barnes’s metal arm, identity porn, memory recovery, the author regrets everything

Summary:

Pierce's motives for bringing the Winter Soldier in to interrogate Captain Rogers are more than a little bit suspect.

Follows directly on Elevator, Take 2, but literally the only thing you need to know about that one is "the one where the elevator beatdown ends in a gangbang instead." Just like the only thing you need to know about this one is "all the filthy trash Cap/Winter Soldier noncon you didn't know you wanted."

The Soldier or the Tiger by Anonymous

2.5k, bucky/rumlow, bucky/hydra agents

rape/non-con, attempted rape/non-con, non-consensual drug use, anal sex, anal fingering, sloppy seconds, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Summary:

Prompt: I've read a fair share of pretty hot hydra operatives/WS fics. On one hand I like them a lot, but most of the time i have to ask myself, is it really SAFE? The WS is programmed for violence, I can't buy that he ALWAYS submits without any thought.

So I kind of want Rumlow/WS and other operatives/WS (but this is optional, I mostly want Rumlow) non-con sex, but where the risk of getting their heads taken off is very much present. Still, it's like trying to pet a beautiful tiger knowing it can rip off your jugular if you do it wrong... it's addicting.

#hydra trash party #fic recs #Stucky #asks #buckycuddlebuddy #there are many more that I want to rec so there will probably be a part two at some point

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lilyisfrozen · 3 years ago

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Update #5, 9/10

Just some info on what’s coming next from me!

Haunted: Chapter 22 is posted but I haven’t started on 23. Giving myself a day or so before starting on it. I have, however, finished plotting out the sequence of events between now and the final chapter! We are at 22/31, an exciting milestone! I can’t believe I’ve come this far, I think I really will manage to finish it! This may bring my ability to finish a fic into question, but this will be the first complete fanfic I’ll actually finish. Its just everyone being so nice and supportive that’s pushed me to keep going. I’m gonna say now that what I have planned for the final arc in the story is going to be wild. Can’t wait!

Sweet Dreams: Serious headway has been made! I’m at least 1/3 of the way through it, which is daunting but exciting at the same time. I decided not to compromise on the length. This may end up being my longest one shot, but I am unafraid! I’ll just work on it whenever I feel up to it and post it when I’m eventually done. I’m very excited for this one, its been fun writing so far.

Lovesick: A yandere!Giyu fic! Yaaayyy! I’ve finally decided what I want to do for a Giyu fic. Its in early development, but I have a solid idea of where I want to go from here. I do think I’ll post this and Sweet Dreams the same night, that could be fun! Will I write a yandere fic for all the Hashira…maybe. I’d like to do a Mitsuri and Sanemi fic too, but I’ll get to those later. I’ve got lots of ideas and would like to tackle a few at a time (as I write an update about a ton of shit I’ve got planned).

Music to My Ears: Kyojuro as a musician! I am a musician myself and think this could turn into a beautiful fic. I do plan on making this the “normal” update amongst the brain rot I have planned 😂 It could end up easily 10k words if I take it and run too far, I’ll try and think of something that’ll keep the word count down. While I throughly enjoy writing long fics, I gotta give myself a break once in a while! I miss the days I managed to keep them short…but I’m happy with how well the long ones turn out. What to do, what to do…

Daddy Kyo Pt5: I have a series called Daddy Kyojuro on AO3, which is just a collection of one shots that can be read individually or as one long overarching plot. I have some ideas for the next part of it, but it’ll be while before I get around to writing it.

Dragalia Leonidas Request: I think I’ll start looking into this request. I was asked maybe a month ago if I’d be willing to write one and I said yes, though there’s lots of projects I need to get through before I get to it. Well, I think I’ve got some ideas working so I’m closer to starting it.

As you all can see, um, its a lot! 😂 This week I managed to finish three projects! I posted Mine, Wedding, and Haunted Ch22, so its been a busy week. I wouldn’t be surprised if I only manage to gat around to one update next week as I’m beginning to feel the school stress slowly seeping in. But I’m glad to be going back to college. I’m never taking it for granted again. Anyways, enjoy~!

#fanfiction #fanficition writer #fanfic update #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer smut #demon slayer #miscellaneous fandoms #lots of projects #too many ideas #too many thoughts #I blame the shower #its my most creative space #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku kyojuro fanfic #smut

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alexseanchai · 4 years ago

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Fanfic 2020 in Review

I got tagged by @kasienda @noirshitsuji and @marvelousmsmol and I am tagging whoever wants to play!

1) List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

*filters own works to complete and updated in 2020*

1 - 20 of 57 Works by AlexSeanchai

nope. *adds filter to include only works of at least 1000 words*

unless otherwise indicated, these are all Miraculous Ladybug:

“don’t bake it lying down”, post-reveal Marichat vs Felix Graham de Vanily

“veracity”, canon divergence from “Ladybug” featuring Mister Bug and Verity Queen (so also Marichat, I guess)

“(no request is too extreme, if) your heart is in your dream”, in which Hawkmoth wins, for the thirty seconds or so before Emilie saves Ladybug and Chat Noir’s lives

“tell me you love me and make me believe it”, in which trans girl Chatonne Noire ropes Ladybug into helping plan her civilian self’s escape slash social transition

“kingmaker, oathbreaker”, in which Hawkmoth wins and Emilie watches her son remove himself from the family

“stay and let me watch you break it down” (Twelve Dancing Princesses), a modern setting

“set a course for winds of fortune”, in which trans girl Chatonne Noire has already escaped and Gabriel and Nathalie are trying to bring Gabriel’s son home

“we ground love in a hopeless place”, in which post-reveal Marinette’s attempt to remain resolutely not in love with her partner dissolves like sugar in coffee when they start a pun war

“ring the bells that still can ring”, in which Alya is deeply confused about why Adrien and Marinette are planning a wedding when last night both were single

“burning wishes at both ends (the cold wind and long loud wail remix)”, in which Gabriel made a monkey’s paw wish and Emilie makes another

“words cannot espresso”, in which Marinette’s OC roommate is justifiably worried for Marinette’s safety, and meanwhile Adrien takes care of Marinette

“the compromise of truth” (the chronologically second-earliest part posted to date of nine lives, snake’s eyes), in which Adrien tells his friends how he won some freedom and respect from his father

“At The Present Time”, the Ladrien/Ladynoir marriage proposal follow-up to @art-deco-shrimp‘s “Your Presents Required”

“j'ai rêvé (so I don't have to dream alone)”, in which the events of canon must just have been a series of dream sequences, Marinette and Adrien both think, until they both arrive at Chloe’s Halloween masquerade dressed as themselves from the dreams

2) Number of words written:

ahahaha no. I am not counting all my scattered fic drafts and trying to figure out what I did and didn’t write in 2020. I refuse.

AO3 says I posted 162K in 2020. it is counting all of keeps you guessing (like any real love), which (a) I started posting in 2019 (b) is co-written by @galahadwilder; it is counting all of my meta snippets collection, much of which was written in 2019; it is counting the Vimeo passwords for my vids. but I probably cleared 150K by a safe margin.

3) Your most popular fic:

“veracity” has a four-digit kudos count, wow, when’d that happen? this is also the 2020 work with the most hits and the most bookmarks, but “tell me you love me” has four-thirds as many comments as its nearest competitor.

4) Your personal fav:

“cannot break us, not with a thousand swords”, no question about it. this is the one in which Ladybug proposes marriage to Chat Noir via Princess Bride meme on Tumblr. (if you intend to download the work or otherwise to consume it with creator style off, you want the accessible version instead of the primary version.)

5) Your fav scene:

aaaaaaaaa

—okay so this is cheating and I know it, since Uncertain Humors (the one where Marinette/Adrien is both Orpheus/Eurydice and Theseus/Ariadne) is nowhere near finished, never mind posted (maybe I'll get “Sanguine” done to post on my birthday?)

but it is still my favorite of the year. as you might guess from that description of the story, this scene has content notes for character death:

Hell is a maze. Marinette walks.

This acrid passage has little to see but damp stone, seeming blood-stained in the dim carmine light. At about the height of her heart, the faintly glowing thread cuts through the not-clammy air; it ought to be pulsing at the same rate as the heart it's bound to. She might be able to see her own reflection if she looked down at the open sewage pipe, or at one of the puddles that now and again she splashes through, dampening the canvas of her shoes. She might see reflected what's behind her.

She remembers Mme. Mendeleiev lecturing on human physiology. In healthy humans old enough to have learned how, urination is a voluntary action: one may not know which muscles one tenses and relaxes in order to do so, and probably isn't paying attention to those details when one is doing, but one has conscious control over whether one does. Usually. Stress and anxiety mean some people are unable to relax the relevant sphincter muscle and others are unable to stop themselves. It's voluntary for cats, too: it's one way they mark their territories. Cat-boys have other ways.

There is a moment in every human life when all one's muscles relax at once. Some Parisians have had several such moments.

The thread is braided with itself around her left fourth finger, rows of tiny red half-hitch knots, and falls loosely over the back of her hand to loop twice around her wrist. She holds it wrapped between the fingers of her right hand to keep it at a constant tension, as though knitting with this insubstantial thread, so fragile for something two (two dozen, two million) lives hang from—too thin to sew with, no thicker than one strand of his hair. As she walks, she winds it around and around and around her wrist.

Between her ring finger and her right hand, it loops twice.

Marinette's shoe lands in a puddle she didn't see. The rainwater splashes soundlessly onto her bare ankle and on the stone.

(With cat-like tread, upon our prey we steal— It's a very loud song.)

She walks on.

6) A fic or scene that challenged you:

where the firelight fades, no contest. this is the second story I’ve ever been able to stick with more than a couple hundred words past the 20K mark, but it’s easily the twentieth novel-length I’ve begun. (though also, you know that kedreeva post? well, 90K later, I’m less than 15K from completing this 10K fic! I think.) and I have been learning so much about long-form fiction.

there has also been a lot of weeping and tearing my hair. case in point: I just trashed the chapter 15 draft because I figured out the reason it wasn’t going anywhere! I can probably keep the first few hundred words of that draft without any editing, and another few hundred with some revision...

7) A line of writing you’re proud of:

from “j'ai rêvé (so I don't have to dream alone)”:

Everything about their partnership is fragments of sentences in the dream diary Adrien writes in ultraviolet pen. Disjointed flickers of thought even when examined under the black light he hides in the snack cabinet under packets of Super Yoyo sandwich cookies and bags of cheesy Monster Munch potato chips and boxes of petit écolier butter cookies (chocolat noir)—none of which explains the gym-socks smell. All fleeting incoherent flashes, invisible between the mundane lines of La Modification shelved at his bedside between Leroux and Dumas. None of it is solid. Adrien has more proof his room's haunted.

okay let me break this down for you!

* Adrien started a dream diary to make sense of the memories

* in invisible ink, in a book that (according to Wikipedia) is thematically appropriate and won’t (if Gabriel sees it) look like anything other than Adrien developing an interest in French literature

* shelved between Phantom of the Opera and The Three Musketeers

* look I didn’t come up with the name “black light”

* or “chocolat noir” for what English speakers call “dark chocolate”, or “petit écolier” (that is, “little schoolboy”) for that sort of butter cookie

* also not my fault that “chocolat noir” sounds remarkably like “Chat Noir”, which, attentive readers may have noticed, is not a name that appears in the story after the header and before Miraculous Cure

* I found the website of a store in Boston, Massachusetts that caters to French expats, and the yo-yo cookies and the monster chips were right there in the photos, y’all

* the snack stash and the black light live in the cabinet where, in canon, the Camembert lives; yes, that cheese smells in the real world like gym socks

* this story’s akuma was not able to affect anything but squishy human memory: nobody affected remembers anything about Ladybug or Chat Noir or Hawkmoth, not in any solid way, not even when they read news articles about the subject, and this includes Marinette and Adrien not being able to see or hear or remember their own kwamis—but you know what Adrien’s Insta post about his poltergeist and Adrien’s Insta post with the floating sock don’t show and don’t explicitly refer to?

* I love this paragraph so much (my housemates may have been lovingly mocking me over it)

8) A comment that touched you:

there are people (y’all know who you are) who said y’all are studying my style. I ded of blush.

9) Something that inspired your writing:

by volume of fic drafts that can be blamed on any particular person, the winner is probably @norakwami

10) Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

so that longest-story-ever-written record I set in 2007 with the 89.5K story that, till where the firelight fades, was the only story I’d gotten much past 20K?

I broke that fucking record!

and then I deleted the draft of firelight chapter 15 😭

11) Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I’m starting work on a fantasy novel, a Sleeping Beauty retelling in which I explore (among other things) the economic consequences of the king’s ordering all the spinning wheels burned, and I want to make significant progress on that. and I want to not make my hands any worse; I kind of need those!

(breaking news alert: bodies fucking suck. so does giving yourself repetitive stress injuries in doing one and a half to two people’s worth of work for an organization that was never ever going to pay you more than one person’s worth of pay.)

#by alexseanchai #miraculous ladybug #tag game

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justsomelarryfics · 6 years ago

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Here are the fics that I read in the month of March, 2019, that I finished and enjoyed. I will first shows fics from this month, and then older ones.

Sorted by length

New this month

Do You Wanna Ride by @phd-mama - When Liam's attractive new business partner wins riding lessons with Harry, hilarity ensues. (one shot, 4k)

Tell Me I’m Punk by @tiniinbookland - ""How punk do I seem?"" The one were Harry wants to be a punk but Louis loves him just like he is. (one shot, 4k)

Just Go With It by @rainbowsandlovehl - “Brett, there’s something I need to tell you,” he started, inwardly cringing at his choice of words before taking in a deep breath. Brett seemed curious, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “The reason I haven’t been texting you back is that...” “Harry, they were all out of organic guacamole,” a raspy, unfamiliar male voice interrupted, startling him into silence. “So I got us the normal one. Hope that’s alright?” Harry has no idea how to escape awkward situation but luckily for him, Louis swoops in to help. (one shot, 6k)

Only One at the Finish Line by @horsegirlharry for @1dgayboficfest - “What don’t I know?!” Louis shouts, and then Harry is rounding on him, close enough that he can feel the heat of his body, the rage and the glory and the pain of it so close that it blinds him.“I want to be another alpha’s omega,” is what he says, and it comes out like something reckless, something wild. Like he doesn't care anymore if Louis hates him or not, if Louis understands, he just needs to speak his truth aloud to darkness, to the slender pines that surround them like a jury panel. (one shot, 9k)

fall in love with the moon (and everything beautiful) by @microlouis - “It’s adorable that you think you can compromise with me on this,” Louis says. He places his hands on his hips and tries his best to look intimidating. “But I am not budging on this. Every book pun you say will result in one quarter in the jar.” “What jar?” Harry asks. He furrows his eyebrows together. Louis rolls his eyes. “Like a swear jar, but now I’m going to make yours ‘Harry’s dumbass pun jar.’ Maybe I’ll have you put a quarter in for every pun you say, not just the ones about books. Niall was right - you tell the worst jokes.” “One time Niall told me I’d never said a funny joke in my life,” Harry says casually. “Funny. He told me that too.” or, louis and harry work in a bookstore together and harry tells dumb jokes and they fall in love (one shot, 10k)

Naked Attraction - Naked Attraction: a gameshow where the contestant views 6 naked possible partners and narrows them down based off of pure attraction. Harry was not a fan of the shallow gameshow, so he decided to mix it up a little. Louis Tomlinson was the only gay and unfortunate staff member chosen to step in for one of the six possible partners when someone drops out. He hated working there, and he definitely didn't want to agree, but it was too good of an offer to be turned down. Nothing would come out of it, surely, and they even agreed to keep his identity a secret.That all changed when famous singer Harry Styles walked out. Louis had no idea who he was, and Harry liked that about him.. . .Or the one based off a British TV show called Naked Attraction that I found hilarious. (one shot, 12k)

All I Want Is To Fall With You by @2tiedships2 - The pair looked at each other for a few moments before Harry moved forward and gathered Louis in an unexpected hug. It was nice, but why the fuck was an unknown alpha hugging him? Maybe an even better question would be why did Louis feel so secure in this stranger's arms? Harry quickly let go and Louis felt something pull at him."Sorry," Harry said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Shit, um, that just seemed a natural response for some reason. I’m so sorry." Louis smiled up at the alpha. "It's okay. Thanks again, Harry." "You're welcome. I know it's horrible weather, and less than optimal circumstances, but this was a brilliant meet-cute." What the fuck was a meet-cute? Or the weekend ski trip where omega Louis discovers that he can’t change a tire and his skiing skills are debatable but still manages to find the alpha who will change his life. (one shot, 16k)

the act of making noise by @suspendrs - “Oh,” Harry frowns, waving him off. “No, I could never. I respect myself too much to sing for a living.”It feels like a slap across the face, but Louis does his best not to stiffen, blinking once and then frowning. “What?” “Those people are always so miserable, you know?” Harry says, hopping down off his stool and straightening his sweater. “There’s so much pressure on them, and they have to work so hard to keep up appearances, I can’t even imagine how difficult that is. I can’t even stand to listen to pop music today, let alone watch TV or read the magazines. It makes me so sad, thinking that those people, you know, the ones who actually went into it with heart, they only ever just wanted to make music and instead they got turned into things on leashes being paraded around to make money for other people,” he says. “Anyway, you can have the stool.” Or, Louis's famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont. (chaptered, may be continued, 22k)

Take Me Down Slow (Don’t Let Me Go) by @jacaranda-bloom for @1dgayboficfest - Louis has always felt different. Not necessarily on the outer realm of societal norms, but pretty damn close to the edge. As an Omega, he’s supposed to want certain things; to want to raise a family, to want to build a life with a partner, and to want that partner to be an Alpha.Well, two out of three ain’t bad.OR the one where Louis wants to find the right kind of partner to love, Niall hates snowboarding, Liam wants to settle down, Harry is really good with his hands, and mother nature could be the thing that changes everything. (chaptered, complete, 26k)

Steady Eddie - “We’re bringing in a guy.” Ben said. Eddie stared at him.“You’re what?” Ben shrugged. “Apparently the gay market is grossly untapped,” he commented. “We stand to make a fortune. We have it on good authority that the gays love you. Of course,” he added with a dirty smirk. “Your size and all…” “Of course,” Eddie replied drily; something smarting in his chest. “I’ve been asking for a guy for the last two years…” “Well, now you’re getting one,” Ben smiled. (chaptered, complete, 84k, locked, read tags for a better understanding of what this fic is about)

Older fics

sweet, sweet fate by @bottomlinsons for @1dshortficfest - Harry’s lived with a NSFW soulmark for almost twenty-five years now. When he finally meets the man responsible, he gives him a little piece of his mind. (one shot, 1k, feb. 2019)

Say It With Flowers by @reminiscingintherain - From the prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” (one shot, 2k, jan. 2019)

Got Me an Appetite by @flamboyantdaddy for @1dgayboficfest - So it's something, and Louis isn't sure how to approach it. She doesn't want to sound ungrateful. The past few months have been heaven, and she doesn't want to make Harry feel like Louis doesn't worship the ground she walks on (ok, a bit over dramatic, but sometimes it feels like that). She just wants to make her girlfriend come. (one shot, 8k, feb. 2019)

All Hearts Come Home For Christmas by @itsprobablylarry - Gemma, who the fuck is that?” Louis hisses as he watches her wave back with a big smile. Her brows furrow for a second as she looks at Louis. “What? That’s my brother, you dork. Told you he’d pick us up, didn’t I?” Well fuck. Apparently, Mr. Handsome over there is Gemma’s brother. And Louis is spending a week with him. Pretending to be his sister’s boyfriend. Shit. (Basically: Gemma brings ‘her boyfriend’, Louis, home for Christmas and her brother is really hot.) (one shot, 8k, 2015, I also recommend the sequel)

You’re home now kitten by @thesedumbboys - “But, I'm just a stray” Louis looks so broken, sad, disappointed almost. Not even daring to look up from the floor, fumbling with his hands, ears down submissively. The sight almost makes Harry, known to everyone for his soft heart, tear up. “Nope, followed me here, this is your home now.” Harry smiles, speaking confidently, surprised himself that his voice didn’t come out shaky with emotion. “That’s the rule” He shrugs.... Louis is a stray and he follows Harry home. Harry likes him too much and makes him stay and Louis ends up quite liking it. (one shot, 9k, feb. 2019)

Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel by @2tiedships2 - Liam. Liam was finally here. Louis kept his eyes closed and cuddled farther into Liam’s side, revelling in the pheromones Louis’ body desperately needed. He wasn’t sure how long Liam had been holding him, but Louis figured it had to have been at least an hour by the way his body had loosened. The need of an alpha’s touch seemed to have been temporarily lifted from his mind. Louis listened to the sounds of the pub around him. It was louder than before he had fallen asleep and he briefly wondered why Liam hadn’t just woken him to go back to their flat.“Who the fuck are you?” Louis’ eyes flew open at the sound of Niall’s voice, and the arm that had been around Louis shoulders lifted in the same instant. He missed the warmth immediately. Louis looked from Niall’s stormy face over to the person who was definitely not Liam. The alpha Liam impersonator, who smelled a lot better than the actual Liam now that Louis was alert, looked back at Louis with wide eyes and familiar furrowed brows. Or the one where Louis refuses to settle for just any alpha despite intense touch deprivation. Fortunately Harry isn't just any alpha. (one shot, 15k, 2018)

bring out feelings in me i never show by @tomorrows - “I really think you should stop reading,” Liam says, having moved to hover behind Louis’ back at some point. “I can already see the cogs turning in your head, Louis, and I don’t like this.” “Shut up,” Louis waves him off and continues reading. I can do these things, at your request: openly hit on other female guests while you act like you don’t notice; start instigative discussions about politics and/or religion; propose to you in front of everyone; pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on (sorry I don’t drink, but I used to); start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. [Louis accidentally hires a felon to be his fake boyfriend for Thanksgiving. Or, the fake boyfriends au no one asked for, inspired by this.] (chaptered, complete, 24k, locked)

don’t tell the gods (we left a mess) by @bottomlinsons - After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.) (chaptered, complete, 71k, (I know, I also can’t believe I only just read this fic, as you can tell I was just really into fake relationships this month))

#monthly fic rec #larry #Larry Stylinson #larry fanfiction #larry fic #larry fic recs #one direction fanfiction #louis and harry #fanfic #fic rec

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horseluvr00-ff · 5 years ago

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A Place to Call Home | Chapter 11

Masterlist Here

Rating: T+

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Genre/Warnings: action/adventure/family | kidnapping, violence, strong language.

Summary: It’s been a few months since the Battle of New York. Steve Rogers is acclimating to life when he crosses paths with teenager Katelyn Sanders, a SHIELD recruit and highly valued asset with a dark past. Follow Kate’s adventure from SHIELD asset to Avenger to wanted fugitive over the course of her youth and into adulthood with her Avenging family. Follows Infinity Saga and beyond.

Words: 6,844

Disclaimer: Majority of properties within this fanfic are owned by Marvel/Disney. My OC Katelyn Sanders, as well as a few other unaffiliated things within this fanfic are of my own creation.

Author Note: Chapters usually average between 6k-8k words, but range from 4k to 10k. Relogs are welcome :) Please no plagiarism.

Full story available on FanFiction.net and A03 here and here

Chapter 11 can be found here and here in full. Go here to the full prologue tumblr post… So many options.

The most recently posted chapter on these platforms, chapter 12, can be found here and here.

Check out a portion of Chapter 11 below:

Kate is sitting at lunch, in the cafeteria with other kids… again. There was usually a least a month or two between such days. Gordon didn't say why, and he definitely wasn't behind it, but he didn't seem too perturbed about it.

She is sitting there eating when she freezes, her eyes snapping up to the seat across from her. No one was there. Well… No one that anyone else could detect as far as she knew.

Suddenly the empty space changed and a smaller girl took the place of the emptiness.

"Hi," She smiles, her hands grasping the edges of the bench she was sitting on as she gave Kate a smile.

Kate was silent in response; a little unsure to why this little person was sitting at the one table nobody else was at, except for her. No one sat at the table she sat at. Sometimes on the opposite side if it was especially busy, but not right in front of her.

Kate gives a little nod in greeting as she was in the middle of chewing her sandwich.

"I'm Soraya. I'm six." She smiles, lifting her hands to grip something Kate couldn't immediately detect when a tray of food suddenly appeared on the surface of the table.

Kate let her eyes dot back up to the girl as she evaluated her icy blue eyes against her dark complexion. Those eyes reminded her of her older brother. The girl's hair was a very short, curly fuzz or afro.

"Kate. Fourteen." Kate mumbles barely through the tiny bite of the sandwich she was trying to swallow.

"Kate, that's pretty. I had a friend named Kat. But that's different." She shrugs, her attention turning to her food as she began eating.

Kate slowly glanced to the side at the guards around the room; none of them were giving her an indication to get out of the situation she was currently in, however on-

"Oh, you have people here for you too?" Soraya speaks up, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "I have one too. He's over there." Soraya turned and pointed towards the back of the room where the line for food was.

Kate looked over, seeing a man wearing a sort of thermal imaging lense attached to his helmet on one side, so one eye was seeing normally and the other thermal energy.

"If I disappear he has to be able to find me, so he has the special goggles." Soraya explains before turning back to face Kate, her eyes turning to her mashed potatoes as she got a huge bite on her fork and stuffed it into her mouth.

Kate gave a small nod in response to Soraya's words.

She hadn't heard so much talking since she was at Stark Tower surrounded by non-SHIELD people.

"How long have you been here?" She questions, her eyes meeting Kate for a split second before they shot back down to her plate. "I've been here with the good guys for only a month I think. That's what they said. I was only with the bad men for a little while. What about you?" At the second question, Soraya stopped so Kate could answer.

Kate paused her actions, turning up to meet the young girl's eyes hesitantly.

She was still so innocent. She really must have been with the warehouse for only a short time. If she was doing this well already, she had a good chance of a nice future ahead of her.

"I was with the bad men for like two years." Kate responds, setting her cup of tea down.

The young girl's eyes widened in response, all her attention was on Kate as she abandoned her tray of food.

"But I've been with the good guys for almost three years now." Kate tries to pull together a small smile.

She was so young; SHIELD wouldn't compromise her like this. Due to her age, they'd probably stick her back with her family until she was old enough for training- if they were still alive. There was a chance they weren't. That was a little known fact amongst people like them… If you were taken, chances are the warehouse would have your family killed, along with anyone else who may come looking for you.

"That's a long time." Soraya whispers, her eyes falling towards the table.

Kate gave a small nod as she picked up her tea and took a small sip.

"What is that?" Her tone changed back to curious and Kate almost felt herself smile. She hadn't really been around someone as hopeful as Soraya was before. Not in a long time at least.

"Tea," Kate responds, swallowing a small sip of the beverage before she set it down on the table.

"My mommy always used to drink tea. She said coffee is bad for you, but- she still wouldn't let me try her tea." Soraya mumbles, her one hand now fiddling with an empty Dixie cup that most likely had water in it at one point.

Kate paused for a moment as she watched the small being glumly start stirring the remains of mashed potatoes on her plate. She hadn't touched her broccoli yet.

Suddenly Kate felt a small jolt shoot through her arm and hand from the band on her wrist, and her eyes snapped up towards one of the men on the far wall as he proceeded to tap his wrist.

"Here," Kate quickly picked up her mug of tea; about half of it left, and placed it on Soraya's side of the table.

Her eyes lit up as the beverage was placed in front of her.

"It's lemon flavor, try it." Kate urges gently, slowly getting up from her seat while eyeing the now fascinated girl holding the mug of tea.

Soraya quickly lifted it to her lips and took a seemingly large gulp, as Kate could clearly hear it.

The girl paused for a moment before taking another gulp, briefly holding it in her cheeks for a moment, almost like a chipmunk, causing Kate to let a smile break.

"You like it?"

Soraya gave a nod, her cheeks still rounded out while she held a large gulp of the beverage in her mouth.

"I gotta go, but why don't you finish that for me." Kate smiles gently, her hand finding her tray as she quickly picked it up and went to walk away.

"Hwm-" Soraya hummed through her tea before she quickly swallowed it and set the mug down. Kate paused, turning over her shoulder as she heard the small noise. "Can I sit with you tomorrow?"

Kate froze, her lightened expression falling.

"This is my first day in the food room. I don't have any friends yet."

Kate clenched her jaw before her eyes snapped over towards the three men who were there for her, they were talking quietly with each other, waiting for Kate to come over.

Slowly retracing her steps, Kate came back to her original spot at the table for a brief moment.

"I-..." Kate tried to form together some sort of explanation for why they may not see each other again, but she couldn't find a statement gentle enough for the young girl. "I don't think I'll be at lunch tomorrow," Kate finally responds, her tone quiet and gentle.

Soraya's expression contorted with confusion.

"Why not?"

"Well, I have very special training with the good guys… So I do lots of traveling." Kate explains, her eyes drawing out and about as she quickly tried to formulate a very innocent and very false explanation.

"Will I have special training?" Soraya looked intrigued.

"When you're older, probably." Kate gives a small smile.

"In the meantime though, why don't you see about making some friends." Kate tilts her head gently to the side while eyeing the girl. "I can be your first friend, if you want." Kate states before letting out a small breath as she briefly sat back down.

"Okay," Soraya smiles, her hands loosely holding the mug that was now sitting on the table. "You gotta pinky swear it though." She suddenly adds before holding out her pinky finger.

Kate felt her warm expression falter.

A pinky what?

"I don't know how to do that," Kate chuckles, slowly lifting her left hand as Soraya held out hers.

"We hold pinkies!" She laughs before linking her pinky with Kate's. "There. Now you have to be my friend forever." She smiles, almost triumphantly.

Kate gives a small smile before nodding as she let her hand fall away. Taking her tray once again, Kate quickly took it toward the trash bin. Emptying it into the round barrel, her eyes found the three men as they approached her and began leading her out of the room.

Glancing over her shoulder, Kate spotted Soraya standing, her feet still over the bench as she waved over the heads of various kids. Damn she was really cute. It's been a while since someone that young was brought to SHIELD… That Kate knew of at least.

Kate gave a small smile and a wave before they walked out of view and down the hall, her expression returning to a neutral one immediately after.

She was so innocent to the situation… Kate hoped she still had family out there somewhere who could take her in. Otherwise… She didn't want to think about the potential outcomes for that young girl's future.

As they made their way down halls and through restricted areas, Kate's brow slowly knit when she realized she was in an unfamiliar area. They would've been in the elevator by now heading back towards her room. Where were they going?

Kate kept her head down as they proceeded down the hall and then towards an elevator. She didn't recognize it.

As they came to a stop in front of the lift, the man on her left lifted his badge to swipe it before he began putting in a code on the keypad.

This didn't feel right. Usually Gordon would say something about schedule changes-... Although, his recently chipper behavior was setting off some alarm bells. He wouldn't be this… positive, unless there was something he wanted that he was getting.

The ride up the lift, because she could tell they were going up, was long and tense. Now that Kate was aware that something was up, she was on guard.

As the elevator came to a stop, Kate blinked a couple times before clenching her jaw and swallowing. Her eyes grazed over her own feet as she tried to listen or detect anything out of the ordinary.

"A1 ready for extraction" The words left the mouth of the agent to her right as he lifted his wrist closer to his mouth. The statement caused Kate to let a confused look escape as her eyes dotted between the three armed men around her.

Well that proved her theory. They were taking her somewhere…

Gordon's words about transfers and some location called the Centurion floated back into Kate's mind as she remained silent. Her feet were moving and the agents were escorting her through what appeared to be a private or restricted exit of the Oriah installation. She could hear car engines and the voices of many other people getting closer as they continued their way through some sort of garage.

The Centurion… Kate quickly recalled as much as she could from that conversation she overheard Gordon having with Banks and a couple others. Something about her training being resumed at this new location. At least that's what it sounded like.

Kate's gaze jumped up when the voices coming from the opposite side of the garage became more clear and she recognized Gordon's.

As she looked up, she noticed the conversations starting to die out and eyes moved towards her. Gordon looked prideful. She didn't recognize the people he was speaking with, but by the looks of them and their unfamiliar uniforms, they might be from this new place she's going to.

"Put the asset in the transport." Gordon gestures to the armed agents escorting Kate.

Kate's eyes returned to the ground as the seconds passed and soon enough she was being ushered into a vehicle. Kate's eyes lifted when she saw a containment unit further in the truck. It was separate from the vehicle, like it could be removed. It was a sort of box shape, most likely air-tight. Inside it was a place for her to sit, as well as binders for her limbs; arms, forearms, upper and lower legs… She hadn't seen a containment cell this advanced in a while… Not one for her at least.

"I must admit, I am impressed with this model." The words caused Kate to briefly look over her shoulder as Gordon came into view with several others, towards the back of the truck, standing outside of it. "Your team doesn't disappoint."

"Your contact in Russia came in handy." A man next to Gordon responds, gesturing towards-... Well not Kate but- what she was now sitting in. "I must credit the collaboration itself."

Kate's eyes briefly dotted between the agents as they proceeded to lock the clamps around her. Her eyes snap up when both agents go for something behind her as they pull a large clamp over her head that locked over her shoulders and across her chest.

"It carries a charge?" Gordon questions, turning his gaze briefly to the man next to him.

"Of course. All of the restraints do. However the charge can be adjusted as needed, as can the sensitivity set off."

Kate clenched her jaw as the men stepped out of the container and proceeded to close the door. It went quiet almost immediately. There was some kind of sound proofing.

Kate watched through the glass as Gordon shook the man's hand before he walked out of view. Some words were exchanged before the three armed agents who escorted her left the back of the truck, almost a dozen different armed agents taking their place as they hopped into the back of the truck and sat down on the benches lining the space. The two on the ends closed the doors and not seconds later the vehicle jolted forward and they were moving.

Kate clenched her jaw before her eyes zoned out ahead towards the back door of the vehicle.

This day had definitely taken a turn. Where ever she was going… She wasn't looking forward to it.

The rest of chapter 11 can be found here on FFN and here on AO3. Take a peak!

Stay healthy, stay safe, sending lots of love. <3

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Fic Rec Days - Harry Potter x Severus Snape

Surfacing by avioleta | E | 28k

Harry’s back at Hogwarts. Severus is back in the Potions Lab and everyone is just trying to find some semblance of normal after the war.

The Only Witchcraft by ptyx | E | 8k

In the final battle against Voldemort, Snape saves Harry's life and loses his magical powers.

Brewing glory by Lomonaaeren | M | 6k

Harry never thought his lack of a Potions NEWT would conspire against him... he reluctantly begins to study with Snape.

The Return of the Prodigal by Lachesis M 27k

When Harry is tossed backwards in time through a magical accident, he has no choice but to return the hard way. One day at a time.

Escaping the Paradox by Meri E 35k

After Harry is thrown back in time to 1971, he has several choices to make.

Stargazer by Lomonaaeren | M | 34k

There is no Boy-Who-Lived; Albus Dumbledore defeated Voldemort and destroyed his Horcruxes. Harry grows up as an ordinary boy—a very ordinary boy, with barely more magic than a Squib. He sets out to prove himself, but in private, because he doesn’t want to see the disappointment in everyone’s eyes if he fails. And that leads him to a very strange relationship, mediated by stubbornness on both sides, with Severus Snape.

The Joyous Kind of Living by Lomonaaeren | M | 10k

After the war, Potter is the only one to treat him with respect. It’s perhaps inevitable that Severus falls deeply, slowly, in love.

Anniversary by RaeWhit | E | 30k

After Voldemort is defeated on Harry’s eighteenth birthday, the Headmaster makes a deathbed request: that Harry and Snape spend the anniversary of that victory alone together, every year.

Cell Biology by Aucta Sinistra | M | 5k Close quarters and low temperatures and a manipulative headmaster.

Hollow by Aucta Sinistra | E | 26k

After Voldemort’s defeat, Snape comes to Harry for help.

Quid Pro Quo by Aucta Sinistra | E| 28k Harry’s cursed, and he comes to Snape to ask for a cure.

Scratch by Aucta Sinistra | E | 54k Snape tutors Harry, Harry faces Voldemort, Snape and Harry do the nasty, blah blah blah. Same old thing. Oh there’s a cat as well.

Beech Hall by Aucta Sinistra | E | 28k Dumbledore sends Snape to Harry’s manor for his own protection.

Pariah by Aucta Sinistra | G | 13k

Snape pursues Harry.

Acceptable Weakness by dreadingnought | E | 21k

Draco tries to get even for his father ending up in Azkaban, and Harry needs a rescuer when none can be reached.

The Care Of Infants by Perfica E 17k

A curse from Voldemort regresses Harry to infancy. Snape must protect him while the Order tries to find a way to reverse the spell.

The Serenading and Seduction of Severus Snape by lightgoddess | M | 8k

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A Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow by BelleRN | G | 29k Hogwarts has never had professors like Harry and Draco. Headmaster Snape doesn't know whether that's a good or bad thing.

I Was Wondering If by parsnips (trifles) | M | 1k

Severus Snape was by no means a man without humor.

The weight of a beating heart by Lilian M 20k

Harry gets captured by Death Eaters while "camping". They throw him into a cell to wait until Voldemort gets to him. However, Snape is also there as a prisoner, and he tells him about the prophecy. A story of love, friendship, and Severus Snape's heartbeats.

Tempus fugit by cathcer1984 E 33k

When Harry is thrown back in time, he falls in the middle of a Death Eater meeting. Voldemort recruits him, without fully giving him a choice. He will never truly help Voldemort, however. Severus is intrigued by this time jumper.

Life Before by Willidan M 51k

Harry’s been having some interesting dreams lately. But he’s not the only one.

Five Steps to Surviving Cabin Fever by hippocrates460 | E | 6k

Harry's worst nightmare comes true, instead of spending his days off lounging around his apartment he's been called in for a case. It all gets worse when the case drags on for longer than expected and Robards decides he'll need help.

Last Chance (or) The Chosen Two by chrmisha M 8k

It’s the night before the final battle and Harry Potter has one last chance to act on his desires.

Once More With Feeling by semaphoredrivethru | T | 10k

Snape wondered how it was that he had managed to land with a lapfull of student after coming through with the portkey. Or how he had managed to get said portkey jammed between his hip and his tailbone. At least it distracted him from the fact that Harry seemed incapable of extricating himself without rubbing Snape in a way that would be considered the right way if Harry weren't his teenaged student.

The Boy Who Died A Lot by starcrossedgirl | E | 71k

Harry’s always been known as The Boy Who Lived. Only Severus knows that this is a lie. (Or: a portrait of Severus Snape, in seven acts.)

The Perils of Misunderstanding by Cithara 6k T

Harry and Severus are both teaching at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore finally has enough of their constant war of antagonism and its effect on the Hogwarts staff. He decides to take drastic action to get them to confront exactly what it is that's going on between them.

Seeing Tomorrow by wenyuewen T 13k

After Voldemort's defeat, Harry discovers a hard truth - seeing the future really sucks.

Fucking Exams E 7k Greenie (orphan_account)

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Winter Song by amanitamuscaria | G | 6k

We'll have to find you somewhere else, there are just too many cases of Frenzy Flu at the moment," Madam Pomfrey says. "You could come and stay with me." Harry sees Snape draw back involuntarily. "No, not at Grimmauld, I'm renting a place. In Muggle London. There's space, and it's quiet."

Expecting someone else by LoveRoundWorld | G | 3k

Having abused children at Hogwarts is not a new thing. But it never gets easier when you recognize the signs. And he can't help but to notice them in his Best Friends-Lily's, son.

Burying the Past Cayendi E 6k

Following his yearly ’ritual’ to drown his memories, Harry is too drunk to realise what he’s doing. But did he make a mistake or did he start something he never wants to end?

Potterzine by Writcraft @thehoneypotofsnarry E 10 k (check out other works by this author!!)

When Severus Snape finds a fanzine with a picture of Professor Potter in a compromising position with Draco Malfoy on the cover, he confronts Potter about the offending literature. Severus probably should have looked inside, because it turns out some of Potterzine’s writers have a different suitor in mind.

Life Has Just Begun by Writcraft E 6K Harry has been carrying the weight of his secret desires for a long time. Severus is there when he’s finally ready to talk.

The Mathematician's Premise Vasaris E 6k It has been a decade since the Dark Lord was vanquished. It is time to bring Harry Potter home. One would think it would be easier.

Harry Potter and the Pillars of Truth E 16k Vasaris [archived by HPFandom_archivist]

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True Minds by Tara Tory | T | 38k

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Ripples by darkling M 6k

Harry tries to deal with his trauma in the best way he can find. Severus is not amused.

Dreams and Coconut Crème Caramel by Lychee E 6k

Harry has a fantasy, a dream that he wishes could come true. Then one night in the kitchens, with a nice helping of coconut crème... and a Potions Master…

The Bet by DarkCorgi | M | 4K

One Shot. Severus and Harry have a little wager.

You Look Just Like Your… by Ravenclaw_intheTARDIS_inWonderland | T | 18k

Harry had had enough of hearing he looks like his father. So he does something about it. Severus has been gone for eight years, and wants to know who the red head next door is.

Playing with Matches by emynn | E | 13k Harry Potter finds no greater happiness in life than helping others fall in love. But he can’t quite seem to summon that same joy when Severus Snape shows up and asks him to find his match.

The Will of Vampires by beren | E | 8k

Snape disappeared a year ago, now the side of the Light find out what happened to him, and the price the vampires are demanding for their affiliation.

Addiction by Lizzy0305 | E | 16k

After the battle of Hogwarts, one more secret is revealed to Harry Potter. During his 8th year in the school, Harry intrigued by this newly found information, tries to get closer to his Potions Professor however Snape seems to ditch off all of Harry’s efforts with his trademark smoothness and elegance.

In Between Days by atrata | E | 68k

Snape kidnaps/rescues a clinically depressed Harry from the Dursleys, but nothing is quite what it seems.

In Thrall by Ruhgozler E 10k Neville strikes again in Potions class and Harry and Severus pay. Harry thinks Sev is his "Master".

Stargazing by NestingHedwig_aka_LinW | E | 10k

When a potions accident de-ages Severus days before the Christmas holiday, Harry tries to make the time special for him.

Dreams Can Change by jhgoddess | M | 6k

Harry doesn’t take Severus’ leaving very well.

Magic and Mixology at McCauley's Pub by NestingHedwig_aka_LinW | M | 8k

A new bartender shows up in Harry's favourite bar. He looks vaguely familiar, but only if viewed from the corner of the eye. It's just enough to spark Harry's curiosity.

Cadbury by riffraff84 | E | 20k

All new Gryffindor quidditch players must attend initiation and the after party. Harry Potter is no different. However when secrets are spilled over fire whisky the boys take it upon themselves to help Harry out, with disastrous results.

Completely Innocent by Snarry5evr | E | 18k

Minerva keeps finding two of her professors in very compromising positions.

At Our Core by So_I_Write | E | 7k

Now that the war is over, and Harry Potter is old enough to be a professor at Hogwarts, Severus Snape allows himself to imagine what it would be like if Harry could ever love him back. Due to a potions accident, Harry's attentions are fully on Severus for who knows how long. And Severus finds himself wondering... Could Harry feel the same way?

Learning Curve by anonymous | E| 22k

Harry is sent to Snape for extra DADA lessons.

Lost in Cokeworth by maraudersaffair | E | 7k

After his divorce, Harry moves to Cokeworth to salvage his mum’s childhood home. Severus Snape offers to help in more ways than one.

All my love by maraudersaffair | E | 10k

Veela Snape

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