#i was open and vulnerable with her through a really hard fucking time for me
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CapĂtulo 5
- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)
Isidro is possibly the father of the year. Maybe Iâll change my mind when it turns out heâs kind of homophobic, but for now that man gives some seriously good advice. I get why Fina is the way she is, oh not the mood thing, but the stability, the self-assurance. When you have someone holding you up like Isidro does, giving advice like he does, about how the best approach is to find the good sides in yourself and commit to those - I mean, yeah, itâs not hard to understand he could raise a daughter like Fina. Itâs also such a nice contrast with the next scene which is the de la Reinaâs sitting down for a meal and itâs just the absolute opposite. They too talk about work, but thereâs no emotion and thereâs no support, itâs more like open hunting season and holds none of the open vulnerability and sincerity of Fina and Isidro's conversation.
Aw man, fuck up my heart with that look Marta gives when Damian talks about how nothing makes him happier than having his kids get married and start families. All that effort she puts in and still she canât truly make her father proud. That shit is got to sit lodged in her heart like a very jagged piece of broken glass. Also, I think this is the first glimpse of a personality hiding behind the mask.
JesĂșs and AndrĂ©s are two stupid boys fighting over what they think of as toys, women. I do not care for them.
Marta is a sarcastic bitch to Elena and I approve. Okay, second glimpse of a personality, nice. Broken and sarcastic, playing my tune.
That thing Spanish people do with their tongue between their teeth as they pronounce certain sounds, is it just me being gay or is it kind of hot? Granted itâs mostly Marta who is hot when sheâs doing it, so I might have answered my own question.
Petra, stop fucking touching Fina! It is not your right to be that handsy and I do not care for it. Keep your scruffy looking nerf-herding paws off of her!
Fina established as a clumsy queen from the getgo tickles me. The way she practically smashed that perfume bottle through the counter as she tried to make a good impression on Marta (and failing) gives her the kind of humanity my otherwise perfect lesbian needs to be nuanced. No one likes a perfect being who looks like her, smiles like her, has that self-assuredness of hers, unless there is also some flaw too her. The fact that this is a character who is so perfect in many ways, but at the same time could probably tear down an entire china shop on her own without the assistance of any bulls - it makes her really loveable. And as a woman who have broken her toe by kicking it into a threshold and given herself a black eye by walking into a doorframe, well I feel represented. Oh, don't get me wrong, there are more flaws to Fina than this, but we're not there yet. One step at a time.
The face of a woman who does not understand the power she holds over other women. And I don't just mean that as a crack at her being lesbian catnip, but the character doesn't actually understand the impact she has on the women around her. She's so used to being compared to the men in her life that I think she doesn't see or understand what a role model she has become for a lot of women, especially those working for her.
Fina being so dismissive when Carmen tells them sheâs crying because of Tasio is gold. She just has no time for these fools and I love it. Her silent nod when Carmen says âwhy bother with a man who doesnât love you backâ - perfection. She is the Oprah gif personified. As I regularly channel my inner Xena while Iâm in a professional setting, I think from now on Iâll also try to be channelling my inner Fina when it comes to my personal relationships. As blunt, but reassuring as she is, I think we should all strive to me more like her with our friends and family.
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#i need to be childish and rant some more about this thing#i talked to a mutual friend â the poet of our groupâ and she advised me to repair things with this friend i had a Thing with last week#and the adult intellectual side of me who has a modicum of emotional intelligence knows sheâs right#i know it#but GOD. does anyone else feel like their well of grace is running dry?#the thing about being The Good Kid is that I am always reaching first#it always falls to me#and like god I canât remember the last time someone has reached for me. because I am worth the effort of repair#and I am TIRED. and I just want to be wanted as a friend for a goddamn second#going to be litigious on my own tumblr blog for a minute#because I am the wronged party here. she was the one who leapt at me#and honestly made me feel like she thought so little of me. after all the years weâve known each other#i was open and vulnerable with her through a really hard fucking time for me#and I didnât think she would ever use it as ammo against me but she DID#so why does the repair have to fall to ME#and I know â I know that sitting and waiting for her to talk first is childish and I could be waiting for a long long time#i know that is ultimately unproductive and doesnât get anyone anywhere#(just like i know this friend is working through some deep deep shit)#(and my shit is lesser)#i know all this AND YET#I want to be petulant and pathetic because I never get to let the line down ever and Iâm exhausted is everyone else exhausted#but itâs also like. this friendship this group is for fucking life and i really mean that#i am justââ UGH#anyway this is the anguish occupying my brain this wed evening#also i am afraid to reach out because what if i inadvertently hurt her and what if#what if reaching out only gives her an opening to hurt me again?
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f1 racer | psh
part two
pairings: park sunghoon
synopsis: f1 racer park sunghoon is the ace of their team until he got into a terrible accident causing of his sudden hiatus. the incident injured his shoulder and affected his mental health. you are hired by his mother to help him get through this tough times as you are one of the best psychiatrist in town. he hated the idea of being vulnerable so instinctively, he hates you. he hates how you try to get into his head for him to open up and he hates his parents for meddling with his life like heâs a kid. but he couldnât deny that you are exceptionally beautiful and he canât help his cock from twitching just by imagining pushing you down on your office table, fucking you deep and hard until you canât think straight anymore.
wc: 15k
warnings: mdni. smut with slight plot, lots of dirty talking, degrading, corruption kink, p into v raw (please always use protection), dom sunghoon, slight rough sex, reader experiencing sexual harassment. IF YOU DONâT LIKE ANY OF THIS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SCROLL AWAY.
note: i have no right and enough knowledge with medical terms so disregard my claims as it came from my imagination to fit my plot. iâm new with writing smuts so please donât give rude comments. i am still learning. also please send me asks and reblog my work. it will help a lot. thank you so much!
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After how Sunghoon dismissed you, you didnât expect him to reach out first. You can still remember the bitter feeling that poisoned your whole system while youâre taking a bath that day. The pain between your legs was incomparable from how your heart was aching that time.
His cold tone and how he asked you to leave right after kept flashing back to your mind. It was such an awful experience. A part of you gets pissed at him for acting like a jerk after taking your v card, but you also know that maybe you caught him off-guard as well. Besides, it was your decision to give yourself to him that day.
Itâs honestly making you feel frustrated. Were you crossing the line when you suddenly asked that question? Now you are certain that his ex-girlfriend has something to do with it. Your chest tightens just by thinking about it. Heâs still very affected by her. Thereâs a big possibility that he still have feelings for her.
You threw your head back and stared at your ceiling. This isnât how it suppose to be. You should be focusing on your work and not worrying about an F1 racer who probably donât give a care about you.
The wall clock caught your eye and suddenly realized that it will soon be his session for today. Since its wednesday, he will be the one coming at your office. It makes you hopeful and youâre already rehearsing what to tell him the moment he walks in.
You wanted to apologize for suddenly dropping that question out of nowhere without even considering if heâs mentally prepared for it.
Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone chimed.
Sunghoon: I wonât be coming today.
Oh.
Your mind went blank right after receiving that message. All the words you tried to compose and prepare the moment you come face to face with him became useless. You canât help but to feel a little disappointed and upset about it. Heâs obviously trying to avoid you and it hurts just by thinking about it.
The amount of efforts and time you exerted just to be close with him seems to be put into waste when heâs pushing you away like this.
Was it really about the professional reason why youâre hurting? Or was it your heart cracking because of him? Eitherway, you donât like the feeling of it.
Since Sunghoon is the last patient scheduled for today, you informed your secretary that heâs not coming. Although a little confused, she asked if you need something else or if thereâs any patients left that youâre expecting to arrive.
You told her that she can wrap up and go home early today as thatâs what youâre about to do. This thing going on between you and the f1 racer sure is draining all of you. You just want to be inside a bathtub, soaked in hot water and having a bottle of wine.
Yeah, thatâs right. That could totally help with your mood.
A knock from your office door snapped you back to reality. It slowly opened revealing Hana whose now flashing you a small smile. It didnât slipped from your friend how youâve been gloomy these days. She took notice how youâre not mentioning the famous f1 racer as well, assuming that he has something to do with your foul mood.
âHi,â she greets and you tried so hard to flash her a smile.
âHello. I thought your sessions are done already? What are you doing here?â
She pursed her lips and walked inside. âI was thinking if youâd want to spend time with me? Your secretary said youâre out early today.â
Your eyes almost watered because of what she said. Hana completely understands you despite your resistance of oversharing informations regarding Park Sunghoon. She understands how you're always been a little private with your personal life.
As a friend, all she can do for you is accompany you whenever you need someone to be there by your side.
The two of you planned to stay in her expensive crib that sheâs very proud of. Actually, you really like her apartment since its very pretty and cozy. Thereâs some vibes in it that you cannot explain.
After stopping to get some snacks, you head over her place. She was continuously talking about this one hot client of her. Obviously, she likes him but gets defensive that she just really finds him hot.
âSo...â your head snaps at her direction when she suddenly halt her words like as if sheâs waiting for you to look.
You got lost in time and have no idea for how long have you two been sitting outside her balcony talking about random things.
âHmm?â you hummed, asking her what she wants to say.
She bit her lower lip, contemplating whether to go for it or stop being nosy. After ending the debate with her inner self, she sighs heavily and sets down her glass of wine to fully focus on you.
âWhatâs up with the F1 racer? He skipped today. Thatâs new.â she finally dropped the bomb.
You were kind of expecting it, but to actually be asked about it still caught you dumbfounded. You donât know the exact words to use in order to explain what happened on your last session.
Surely you cannot mention what the director did to you and youâre too embarrassed to tell her he just pop your cherry.
âMaybe he just donât feel like seeing me today.â the pain in your eyes didnât slip from her. Hana may not always hear you rant things towards her, but she knew whenever youâre not okay.
She pursed her lips and reaches for your free hand to hold it. âWhen did he ever feel that way? As far as I remember, Park Sunghoon is totally so into you.â and even winked at you to make you feel better or at least laugh.
âI think I made him mad.â tears fills your eyes to the brim that made her go slightly alarmed.
âWhy? What happened?â she gently grabs the glass of wine from you to avoid spilling any of its content.
âI asked him about his ex and after that he started acting cold. Maybe...â your words halt and emotions oozes from your eyes. Hana can see how worried and scared you are by your own thoughts. She felt so bad.
â...maybe he still loves her? What about me, then? What am I to him, Hana?â and tears started to flow out from your eyes, your cries filled his balcony as she tugs you closer to her.
Hana never saw you like this. Crying over something. You always have a strong impression towards her. The type of person who handle things like a boss. Very workaholic and once you set your focus onto something, you will, in no doubt, get it.
And so to see you like this caught her off-guard. She doesnât know what to do or how to properly comfort you, but of course she tried. She caress your arms as she embraces you, calming you down. She lets you have your moment to let it all out as she assumed youâve been keeping it in.
âI t-think I fell in love with him, Hana. And Iâm so scared because Iâve never felt this way and to think he still loves...â you couldnât finish your own words as you started crying hard. Hana shakes her head side by side in disapproval, eyes starting to water as well.
âIâm sure he doesnât love her anymore, y/n. Donât think it that way, okay?â she cupped your face to make you look at her eyes.
âJust give him time to process his own emotions. He went over through hard times that makes it a little harder for him to decide about things, yeah? Maybe you just caught him off-guard as well.â
Your lips pursed into a pout and realized she had a point. Sunghoonâs going through something. Your priority should be to make him feel better and not confront him about his feelings for you.
You nodded your head and slowly rest your head at her shoulder, cuddling closer. She wraps her arms around your shoulder to pull you closer to her body. She sighs and you felt so much better letting your worries out. Like a big chunk of emotions been lifted off from your chest that made your breathing more stable, your way of thinking became much better as well.
Like what Hana said, you gave him time to settle his own thoughts. Thursday came and you didnât bothered sending a text message for him as well. You tried hard to divert your attention towards some other things. Thankfully, youâve managed to do that.
Friday came and youâre very much nervous to go on your day. It was suppose to be your day off from the hospital and Sunghoonâs the only client you have for the day but Hana called you early in the morning.
âCan you please take over my session this morning? It will be just quick I promise! It slipped off from my mind that I have that scheduled today and I already booked my flight to Hawaii.â
Your brows furrowed as you put your coffee to the machine, one hand resting at your hip.
âHawaii? Suddenly? Why havenât I heard about this plan?â
Of course you can fill her spot for today. Youâve done it for other people before, thereâs no reason for you to decline her offer as well.
She giggles, âI didnât invite you because I know you wonât come anyway since youâre saving up! This is so sudden too! My mom asked me to tag along their trip and since the director will be out of the country for almost two months, I figured I should go to a vacation as much as I can!â
This time youâre even more intrigued of what you heard. You leaned over the kitchen counter and lift your hand to nibble on your nails.
âT-The director will be gone for almost two months?â you asked, baffled.
âYes! Havenât you heard about it? Anyway, you should get more rest now that heâs not around! I know how much you want to earn more, but please have some fun as well. Weâll plan a trip for the two of us once Iâm back!â she kept going on that slowly became muffled by your own thoughts.
The amount of relief that dawned you after hearing the news of the director being not around was being overwhelming for you. To think that you donât have to feel anxious of bumping over that monster relieved you.
âI will buy you something from her as a thank you gift of taking over this client for me!â Hana snapped you back to reality.
You giggled and glanced over the machine when it made a sound, indicating that your coffee is now ready.
âOkay, have fun with your mom.â and then the two of you decided to end the call.
After you get ready for your day, you drove straight to the hospital and met with Hanaâs client. Like she said it was just a short consultation and nothing heavy. An hour and a half passes by so fast. Your secretary ringed your intercom to let you know its over.
You guided the client out to the door and tell her she did well for today. She seemed very satisfied with your session and thanked you. A smile is what you responded her before bidding goodbyes with her.
Now, you started preparing yourself to leave and go straight to Sunghoonâs place. Your heart started thumping just by the thought of that man. He didnât send any messages yet that tells you not to come so youâre somehow hoping heâs expecting to meet you today. I mean, he cannot avoid you forever right?
Eitherway, you already set your mind to go and check him yourself. You wanted to convince yourself that you just want to do your job properly, but you know that youâre doing that fot personal reasons. That you want to come and see him because you missed him so bad.
You heard your office door opens that slightly made you jolt. Thinking it was your secretary, you didnât bother to look over and check. You just continued fixing your things so you can leave.
âYou can leave after I finish here, (name). Thatâs the only client Iâll be meeting here on the office for today since I will go to the Parks to meet with Mr. Park Sunghoon.â you tried to inform her.
You heard the door closed so you assumed sheâs inside. Finding it odd not receiving any responses from her, you decided to turn around to look and you almost drop your car keys at the sight of Park Sunghoon by the door.
He looked so good as usual. His slightly long hair brushed perfectly as he rocks his semi formal attire, one hand inside his pocket. He stares right at your eyes that made your knees instantly weak.
âM-Mr. Park.â you stutter.
He pursed his lips and sighs heavily. He may seem like heâs calm, but Sunghoonâs very nervous right now. He took all of his courage to come here and see you. He knew what he did last time was wrong and he canât find the will to meet you. Not after treating you that bad. He figured you may hate him now. But damn, he misses you so much. He missed you so bad that he might go crazy if he didnât come and see you.
He didnât say anything and started walked towards your direction. You held on your table for support as you can feel your knees getting even weaker as he approach closer. Seeing him again after days of being away from each other just made it even more emotional.
âW-What are you doing here? I was just about to go and meet youââ your words cut as he clash his lips on your shaking lips. He placed his hands on your hips, making sure you wonât fell.
You moaned, eyes getting teary of being overwhelmed. You felt his kisses, his touch and his warmth.
After the heated kiss and when he realized you two needed air, he pulls away. He kept his eyes straight at yours, letting your foreheads touch each other.
âIâm sorry for how I acted the last time. It was such a jerk move.â he whispered sincerely that tugs your heart.
You pout and raised your arms to wrap it over his neck.
âItâs fine. I understand that maybe I went overboard. I shouldnât have let my personal emotions take over me.â
He licked his lips, taking a short glance at your slightly swollen lips. He was tempted once again after having a taste of something heâs been craving for a while. He sighs, calming himself down. This isnât about him.
âLet me make it up to you.â and he leans even closer, tugging your body closer to his. His lips dangerously inches away from yours.
A small smile spreads across your face.
âYou donât have to, Hoon.â
He leans and placed a peck on your lips. âI want to. Will you let me take you out on a date tonight?â
Your mouth gapped in surprise. âA date?â you repeat his words, bewildered.
He nods his head, trapping his lower lip over his teeth. Sunghoon pressed his body towards you that made you giggle.
âBut we already skipped two of our sessions.â you reminded him. As expected, he seemed totally unbothered.
âThen this will be the third time.â he smirks and arched his brow. âPlease?â
You stared straight to his eyes and eventually surrenders.
âOkay.â you agreed that made him smile wider.
âThank you.â he says and leans for another kiss. You giggled returning his affection and letting yourself be drowned by his kisses. His hand playfully roams around your whole body like claiming his territory.
âI have something for you.â he mumbles after leaning away. You can see how his eyes are starting to be clouded by lust and longing.
It stirs excitement inside you. Just having him this close again and staring at you this way makes your core hot and wet. The way he affects you is crazy. Its even crazier because you know heâs the only one that can make you feel this way.
âWhat is it?â
A mischievous grin spread across his handsome face before he lets one of his hand go from your hips to slid inside his pocket. Your eyes looked curiously to what heâs trying to get.
He fished out something and you can see its color pink. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to what is that thing. It seems soft and like a toy. Your hand unclasped from him to try and hold the thing he was holding.
âWhatâs that?â you asked too innocently that made Sunghoon almost go feral. Just the genuine look of innocence in your eyes were enough to make him lose his mind. He thought that during the times he was with you and with all the things you two had done together, he might have corrupted you enough.
But it seems like he was wrong. He hasnât corrupted you enough for you to know that what heâs holding right now is a small vibrator.
He gulped, trying to calm himself and his dick.
âA vibrator.â he announced that made you instantly blush.
âW-What...â you are unable to ask further question as he moved quickly to carry you and make you sit at your office table.
âHoon, wait what are you gonna do?â
He smiles, âWeâre going to have some fun, baby.â and he placed a kiss at your cheeks.
His hand reaches for your thighs and he spread it enough. Youâre about to protest and ask more, but he quickly kisses you to distract you from what heâs about to do. His hand made its way inside your skirt and searches for your underwear.
You moaned and tried to pull away, but his lips just chases yours. He eventually managed to take off your underwear, his bare fingers touching your wet core.
âUgh,â you moaned sensually.
âAlready so wet for me?â he smirks so proudly that made you feel so flushed.
He raised his other hand that was holding the vibrator and placed it near your mouth.
âCoat it with your saliva, baby. So it will go in smoothly.â he instructed, eyes flickering with so much excitement.
You obliges and opens your mouth. Sunghoon stares as he dips the vibrator inside your mouth, your tongue twirling around to make sure every part is fully coated of your sweet saliva.
âFuck, you look so hot.â he mumbles and pressed his lips at your cheeks before gently pulling it out from your lips, making an unintentional âplopâ sound.
Your heads stared down while he placed it at your entrance. It was wet and full of your juice already so it slid easier. You kind of felt the stretch but it was a good one. The kind youâve missed for a while.
âHow does that feel?â he asks carefully as he lifts his gaze to look at your half-lidded eyes.
You gulped, salivating a bit due to pleasure of having something inside you.
âG-Good.â
He nods and grabs this one small device. Your mind is pretty clouded and occupied by that small toy inside of you that you didnât realized that in order for it to be called vibrator, it needs to vibrate. And that will only happen using that controller Sunghoonâs holding at the moment.
âOkay, letâs start it with the mildest intensity.â he says softly near your ears and pressed something.
You jolt at the sensation it was giving you, a hand grabbing him by his arm. âOh my gosh,â you mumbled surprised.
He chuckles, âHow does that feel, pretty? Much better?â
He leans his forehead to yours as you nod your head slowly. It was a foreign feeling, but it was good. Really really good.
âI think we can put it higher.â he didnât even wait for what youâre opinion about it and raises the intensity making you open your mouth. Your eyes shut abruptly and the grip over his arms tightened.
âW-Wait, this is too much...â you mumbles feeling everything in you just vibrates and shaking along with this small device.
Your mind are slowly becoming blank and filled with nothing but lust. The vibration is so perfect and the way Sunghoon showers you with kisses makes it even better. He kisses, sucks your skin and sometimes bite you using his canine teeth, making sure he mark you pretty well.
âIâm c-coming,â your words snapped Sunghoon out from his trance as he pulls away and manipulated the controller to make it feel better for you.
As you came, your body loses it strength but thankfully Sunghoon was there to support you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He placed a kiss on your shoulder then at your temple, whispering praises.
âYou did so well for me, baby.â he kisses you again at your lips then flashes you a sweet smile.
You smiled and leaned to give him a kiss too. Youâre still high from your orgasm that you couldnât say anything to him. After he pulls away, your eyes watch how he slid your underwear inside his pocket. His eyes are darted at yours when you lift your gaze up to look at him.
He smirks shamelessly, unbothered that he was caught red handed of pocketing your underwear without consent.
âHey, I canât go eat dinner without it.â you pout.
He chuckles, âOh, you can do it. Besides you have that inside you to keep your cum inside.â he smirks that made your eyes grow big.
âWhat do you mean?â
He fixes your hair, âAm I going to have this inside me while we eat outside?â
He smirks, already giving you the answer.
âYes. Weâre going to have so much fun tonight.â and with that you are left with no choice but to go out on a date with a freaking vibrator inside of you.
You donât know how exactly you look, but you bet it was awkward. The way you kept moving around, squirming out of discomfort is quite noticeable. Youâre inside the elevator and thankfully it was just the two of you heading down at the underground parking lot of the hospital.
Sunghoon chuckles and held your hips tighter, holding your position.
âStop moving around.â
You grunted, âIt feels uncomfy. I feel like my cum will drip out from it.â
He leaned down, lips touching your ears as he whispers, âI bet not. Your pussy is so tight it left no gap for the vibrator.â his raspy voice rings through your ears that made you shiver.
When you arrived at the parking lot, Sunghoon guided you somewhere. It was a black rang rover and a man went out from it then wait patiently until you two came near the vehicle.
You gave him an awkward smile as you still feel bothered by that thing youâve been keeping between your legs. He bows slightly.
âLetâs go to the restaurant.â Sunghoon says firmly and opened the door for you.
So this is his driver. Youâve been informed by his parents that ever since the incident, he refused to drive. Whenever he have to go see you at your office during wednesdays, he have his own driver to accompany him.
Sunghoon sat beside you and tugs you closer to him while his driver started driving. You felt conscious now that you have another person around you, but it doesnât seem like the same way for him. Since his touches became more bold.
You gave him a warning look and held his wrist tightly to prevent his hand from entering your skirt completely. His hand was just chilling at your thigh a while ago, and now its slowly moving upwards.
âI just want to check if its still there.â he reasoned out with a grin on his face.
You rolled your eyes at him, âLike it can get out by itself, huh? Of course its still there.â you tried hard to whisper so his driver wonât hear any of this wild things you two had been doing.
He pouts mockingly, âI want to check it myself.â and tugs his arm away to unclasp your hold before he dips his hand further inside your skirt.
You pressed your lips together to prevent any moans from coming out and just lets him do what he wants. This is why you think its dangerous for you to hang around Park Sunghoon often. Because you are too weak for him and you always ends up letting him have his way.
When his fingers touch your core, he graze it gently on your slit and smirk grew wider at the feeling of your cunt being filled. He pulls right after plopping his slightly wet digits inside his mouth to lick it clean. He does all of that while staring shamelessly to your eyes.
The drive towards the restaurant was surprisingly short or he just really kept you occupied the whole ride. It was a fine dinning and thankfully, you dressed pretty appropriately for its aura.
The two of you entered while holding each others hands. Just by the entrance, you can see heads whips towards your direction probably intrigued to see the famous F1 racer out in the open once again. Not to mention that heâs being accompanied by someone unfamiliar to the public.
It made you conscious and a little bit anxious. The feeling of the vibrator inside you isnât helping as well. Sunghoon did turn it off as you begged him to as you get off from the vehicle. He said that he will allow it only because you behaved and asked nicely.
âReservation under my name.â Sunghoon tugs you closer to him, hand resting over your waist.
Sunghoon hates the attention heâs having the moment he step foot inside this place, but he thinks he hates the attention that you are gathering even more. More than once he caught a male looking at you like a hungry animal. He fucking hates it. How dare them look at you for more than five seconds? You are his to look at, to admire, to kiss, to claim and to fuck.
âThis way, Sir.â the waiter smiles and guidee you inside.
The whole ambiance of the place was romantic and classy. The type of restaurants you see in movies where the people dressed extra nicely to fit the vibe of the place. It was just perfect, if only that thing was not making you feel uncomfy.
Sunghoon beats the waiter to pull a chair for you and you smiled at him. He kissed your hand before sitting at the chair across. He smirks while watching you trying to get comfortable on your seat.
âYou good, baby?â he asks meaningfully as the waiter comes back for the menu, handing one each to the two of you.
âY-Yeah,â and glared at him slightly before trying to look over the food theyâre serving.
Youâre just in the middle of trying to find something you like to eat when you jolt in surprise. Your eyes instantly darted at Sunghoon, glaring at him. Heâs eyes are fixed on the menu while a big evil grin occupies his sexy lips.
He just turned the vibrator on, catching you off-guard and jolt on your seat. The waiter took notice of your sudden discomfort.
âAre you okay, Maâam?â he asked, very worried.
You flash him a quick smile and pursed your lips tightly right after as the intensity gets higher.
âIâm fineâ Ugh,â you groaned and lowered your head in embarrassment. You pressed your legs together, but it just became more intense that way.
âAre you sure? We canââ
âShe said sheâs fine.â Sunghoonâs strict tone interrups the waiterâs concerned remarks. You glanced at him and you can see him shooting glares at him.
You bit your lower lip and tried hard to control your body from shaking obviously. Its making your head fuzzy and the pleasure clouding your mind. Sunghoon clicks his tongue and proceeds on saying his order.
As he pressed the controlled on its max intensity, the satisfied grin spreads across his face seeing how you reacts. Just seeing how hard you try to control your expression and actions to not fully give into pleasure makes him slightly proud. He kind of wants you to make a mess tho, heâs not going to lie.
âI will order for her too. Is that all right, baby?â he even reaches for your hand that was resting by the table.
You nod your head eagerly, trying to focus on reaching yet another delicious orgasm. Right at this moment, you donât care if the waiter notices how your legs are shaking or your face too flush from pleasure. All you can think of is to cum hard right there and then.
After the waiter gets your order, he excuses himself and informed you that your order will be ready after ten minutes. The moment he turns around to leave, your legs shakes reaching your climax.
Sunghoon smirks as he watch you slowly going back to your right mind space. With glares shooting straight at him you grit your teeth.
âWhy w-would you do that?!â
He smirks, totally not regretful.
âI hate it when men flocks to impress you.â
You furrowed your brows hardly, still high from the orgasm you just had.
âHe was just doing his job.â
He tilts his head, unimpressed. âWell I am just doing mine too.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âMarking whatâs mine.â he said that seriously that it made you blush so hard.
Your heart thumped faster and harder that you almost got scared that it will come out from your ribcage. These are his actions that made you confuse if he have feelings for you or not. Heâs not saying anything.
He asked something else afterwards to maybe ease the atmosphere. Heâs still the Sunghoon who loves to tease you which somehow comforts you. Last time youâve seen him, you asked him something personal and you got scared it made him cave in his shell once again.
Like what the waiter said, the food will be available after ten minutes. They served it and you two continued eating and talking. It was fun and you cannot believe you are having a date with Park Sunghoon.
Youâre just worrying and overthinking about him last Wednesday night. You sure cannot predict whatâs about to happen.
After your perfect meal, youâre trying to enjoy the dessert that he ordered for you when naughty Sunghoon once again tries to attack. Your head shakes side by side to stop him, but he was already grinning at you.
He pressed the controller making you jolt.
âH-Hoon,â you moaned.
âYes, baby?â concern and teasing plays through his tone.
You pursed your lips. âEnough p-please.â
He pout his pinkish lips, âHow can I stop when you look so good like that? Such a slut for me.â he says licking his lips while grinning widely.
The sensual look on your face and the way you fight it just so nobody notices turns him on. Youâve always been innocent in Sunghoonâs eyes. An angel. Heâs like a very bad wolf trying to prey on you. To corrupt and make you his slut.
Sunghoon palms his dick as it slowly grow harder inside his trousers. He just couldnât get enough of you.
âN-No...â you whimpered and lowered your head when he pressed it again to rise the intensity.
The pleasure is making you lose your mind. Sunghoonâs already lost his moments ago as he continue palming his erect friend down there.
âJust one more, baby. Cum for me one last time.â he says softly and you gulped.
The way he talks you through it is whatâs dangerous. You can never say no to his sweet tone. Itâs like it has its own way towards you that convinces and automatically hypnotize you to oblige to his words.
âB-But I c-canât anymore.â
âOf course you can.â and he even reach for your hand to place a warm kiss on top of it.
He put it at max and you shut your eyes to prevent people from seeing how it rolled at the back of your head. Everything starts to be blurry and to spin.
âI-Iâm close...â you mumbles, biting your lip hardly.
Sunghoon licks his lips, âThatâs it...â he grabbed your hand and watch carefully while you surrendered yourself into pleasure.
âHmph,â and another delicious orgasm unfolds.
âLetâs go,â Sunghoon stood up from his sit and approach you. He carefully helps you to stand up. Some customers looked at your direction, but youâre still too high from your previous climax to give care.
âIs she okay?â one waiter approaches after noticing that it seems like you are unwell.
âSheâs fine. I just need to get her to the bathroom.â Sunghoon says and excused the both of you.
One waiter guides you two inside a bathroom. She asked if you needed anything more but Sunghoon dismissed her and told her that you just needed space to breath.
The moment she left, he went over the door and locked it. He pushed you over one of the counters, hold you by the hips and easily lifts you up. He made you sit down.
âW-What...â you licked your lips, unable to properly say anything.
He smirks, âYou did so well for me, baby. So so good.â he mumbles and spreads your legs and placed a kiss at your forehead once.
His hand reaches for your core and carefully removes the vibrator inside.
âUgh,â you moaned and groaned a bit at the feeling of that thing being removed from inside you.
Sunghoon take it to his lips and licked all of your juices out from it. It was so sweet, something he missed for days.
âFuck, I need to have you. Right now.â he announced that made you flutter your eyes slightly open.
With the small gap, you saw him unzipping his pants that made your anticipation rise. Although totally worn out from the multiple orgasms he already gave you from that toy, the thought of having him for yourself excites you the most.
âP-Please.â you begged, gripping over his clothes.
âPlease what, pretty?â
You lift your gaze and stared straight to his lustful eyes. It was dark and you can see how dangerous he is. The amount of lust he has for you was unmeasurable. Sunghoon never felt this way towards someone before.
âPlease fuck me.â
Sunghoonâs eyes turned darker and dipped his head down to connect his hot lips on yours. He bit your lip to crack an entrance for his tongue to enter your delicious mouth. Your sweet taste overwhelms him and he started to get addicted.
He pressed his body towards you as he carefully pulls out his erect member. He strokes it a couple of times before placing it on your wet entrance. You whimper at the feeling of his hot dick grazing the line of your cunt.
It sent unexplainable pleasure that the two of you sure enjoys at the very moment. Something you two wonât get tired of.
âSo fucking beautiful.â he mumbles on your lips and continues giving you messy kisses.
âSo beautiful and only for me.â he growled as he slid his cock inside of you.
One hard thrust and heâs all in. Your eyes flutters open, mouth hanging open at the unexpected stretch. The vibrator and couple orgasms sure prepared you, but not enough to feel a slight sting. Sunghoonâs dick is so big for your small cunt.
âFuck.â he cursed, feeling his dick suffocating inside of you.
âH-Hoon,â you whisper.
âI know baby. Hold on.â and he started to move, thrusting in and out of you. It was so good. The pleasure was too much.
He showed no mercy in using and abusing your pussy as he rutt his cock inside you so hard. He grunts and groaned at the pleasure of having your body this close. He glanced at your privates and just thought how they perfectly fit each other.
âYou are mine. You hear me?â he grunts as he continued rocking harder. His thrusts became deeper and faster, fucking you into oblivion.
âAnswer me!â he groaned and bit your shoulder when he received no response from you.
âY-Yes.â
âYes what?â he stared at you.
âYes, I am yours.â you mumbled near his lips and he smiled widely before kissing you.
His hips started rutting even harder as both of your climax approaches. The two of you became a mess trying to catch that orgasm youâve been yearning to have together. A couple of hard thrusts and dirty talking and you exploded first before him.
You throw your head back, eyes shut as you started to see stars fromtl too much pleasure. Sunghoon catches his breath and kissed your collarbones before slowly pulling out his member.
He watch how your mixed cum drips out from your hole. He smiles and use two of his fingers to push them back inside, making you jolt a little.
âSorry, baby. I donât want to waste it.â
The two of you tried to make yourself look much more presentable. Youâve been glaring at him through his reflection in the mirror in front of you and heâs been grinning all the time. He looked so hot and handsome, you hate it.
âYou look so pretty.â he compliments.
Despite the blushing cheeks you rolled your eyes and twist to face him. You crossed your arms at him and stared. He smirks and put his hands inside his pockets.
âDonât you think that was too much?â you fired him. He arched his brow, acting innocent about it.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks.
You clicked your tongue, âI bet they knew what was going on! Its so embarrassing.â you pout.
He chuckled and walks closer placing his large hands at your sides.
âIâm sure they donât mind. Letâs go?â
âWhere?â you looked at him with so much suspicion in your eyes.
âWhy are you looking at me that way?â
âThe last time you said that you led me here.â
He barked a laughter before kissing your cheeks once. He started guiding you out from that bathroom. Surprisingly, nobody took it as a big deal. Some of them looked genuinely worried of you, but once Sunghoon said that youâre just a little sick they let it go and wish you to feel well soon.
While he was paying for the your meals, you roamed your eyes around and by the entrance someone caught you attention. A familiar elegant girl walks inside with yet another familiar face.
They walked closer and when her eyes darted at your direction, it slightly grew.
âSunghoon?â she calls softly.
Your head craned to look at Sunghoon and you saw how he stiffened. His hand halted from reaching over his black card he used to pay for their service.
He slowly turned to face the girl and the look on his face is not good. He jaw clenches as he looked at the two people standing a few feet away from you.
As you glance back at that girl, you realized she was the same girl youâve seen at the elevator. The one who looked dreadful. The other one beside her is familiar as well. If you can remember it right, heâs one of Sunghoonâs team-mates.
âHow have you been? Iâve been trying to call you, but they said you are refusing my calls.â she seemed agitated while Sunghoon remained his distant.
A little confused to what is happening, you took notice of his obvious discomfort by their presense. His body language is showing you that he doesnât want to be here in front of them so you quickly stepped in.
âHey, done paying?â you asked gently and grabbed his hand. It was cold, sweaty.
Their eyes then darted at your direction. The expression on that girlâs face drastically changed. Her eyes looked at you with so much judgement, raking it up and down.
Sunghoon finally took in a breath after feeling you beside him. He glances at you and seeing how you looked at him with so much care, calms him down. He nods and pursed his lips. You can still feel his hands shaking a little. Heâs having a panic attack.
You faced them and smiled, âHello, Iâm y/n. Iâm sorry, but Sunghoon and I have to go. I hope to see you guys around some other time.â and with that, you bowed politely before starting to guide him out.
Sunghoon manages to walk well, but you can still see that heâs in panic. When you arrived in front of his vehicle, his driver assisted you to get him inside. You asked him to give you two some space.
You cupped his face after giving him some water.
âHey, calm down. Breath in,â you gently instructs and caress his arms. âbreath out...â
He looked at your eyes and carefully follows them. He can feel his chest tightening for unknown reasons. His fist felt numb and her mind starts to lose focus. You, on the other hand understands that heâs having an anxiety. For what exact reason, you donât know. But what youâre sure of is whoever those two are, they triggered something in him.
âBaby, Iâm here. Just breath. I am here for you. Look at me.â you mumbles and held his hand to place it on your face.
He felt your warmth and his eyes slowly focused on you. He can now clearly see your beautiful face despite the slight darkness inside the vehicle. He felt his heart thumped faster, but this time in a different matter. You made him feel safe and calm.
âIâm s-sorry.â he whispers and your heart cracks at the sight of him.
It was almost like heâs not Sunghoon. He looked so fragile. A part of you felt relieved that he finally shown you this side of him, but your heart couldnât take it.
You tugs him closer and he gave in. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzle closer, enjoying your warmth.
âSheâs Natasha.â he mumbles.
Your brows furrowed and realized that he was probably referring to the girl from a while ago. You kept your mouth shut, doesnât want to ask something that can ruin it again.
âMy ex girlfriend.â
You guided Sunghoon inside his house once you two arrived. After he revealed that it was his ex-girlfriend from that restaurant, you donât know what to feel. Just by thinking of how he reacted, it made you feel things. It made you overthink once again.
âY/n...â you snapped back to reality when you heard him call you softly.
You craned your head and looked at him laying on his bed. Heâs looking at you with slight worry and fear.
âYes?â
âPlease stay with me.â
He never, in the whole duration that you two had been in this set up, he had never asked you to stay. You felt your heart races, hope ignites inside your chest.
Slowly, you strut closer to his bed and he opens his blanket to then scooted away to give you enough space. When you lay down, he pulls you closer to cuddle you.
âStay for tonight.â he begged.
You sighed and slid your arms over his waist after placing a kiss on his chest. âOkay.â
The two of you fell silent. Youâre just caressing his back gently and you have no clue if heâs already asleep or what. All you can think of is how messed up it is to meet his ex girlfriend that way. Youâre starting to overthink how he still feels for her or where you stand in his life at the moment.
âThat night of the accident...â your hand halts from caressing his back and slowly you pulls away to look at him.
âYou donât have to if you arenât ready yet.â you gave him an assuring smile.
He looked at you straight in your eyes and leans down to place a kiss on your forehead.
âI want to.â he says firmly.
You gave him a nod and rests your head on his chest once again. You gave him his time, doesnât want to make him feel uncomfy and just take his precious time.
âOn the night before I got into an accident, I planned to go to her place because I felt like I neglected her too much. I was having practice on consecutive days since the competition is near.â he says.
He took a long breath and tries to calm himself to go through the night he got into an accident once again.
âI went to her place and found her...â he gulps. You placed a kiss on his chest and caress his back gently. âI found her naked on top of my best friend.â he finally said it.
Your mouth gapped and slowly pulls away from hugging him. His breathing fasten and you raised your head to look at his eyes. It was brimming with tears and you felt like your heart teared off.
âI j-just canât believe it. How can they do that to me? My girlfriend and my own best friend? Thatâs so fucked up.â a tear escapes his eyes as he clenched his jaw harder, trying to compose himself.
You cup his face and listened to him carefully.
âI stormed out from her apartment after cursing them out. I drove while still being so angry. The next thing I know, I was in the hospital.â
He pursed his lips together and stared at your eyes. Sunghoon didnât hold back, he lets you see his vulnerability. He doesnât know but if thereâs someone he can show this side of him, he knew it was you.
âI refused to drive again because I feel like it was the start of how things got messy between all of us. She said I neglected her and all I can think of is that race. My best friend said I took away all the spotlight and left him out of it. He was pushed out of the picture and I am the only one people can see.â he stated, he looked so broken and betrayed.
You may not know a lot about these people, but what you heard from him was enough for you to feel a slight hatred towards them.
âHey, listen to me.â you sniffed, tears pooling your eyes.
Your hands cupped his face and his hands slowly rested over your hips. His eyes stared at you, trying to listen like you said.
âThe issue with your ex girlfriend, it was not right for her to make neglection as a reason to cheat on you. Yes, you might have your short comings as her boyfriend but I am pretty sure you two can solve that problem together by talking.â you carefully make him understand. He stays silent, hand slowly caressing your waist up and down.
âYour best friend,â you started and the picture of the two of them you saw from the internet months ago flashes back to your mind. They look so happy in that photo and yet who knew this could happen?
âYou can never cure insecurity, baby. Even if you try to give him the time to shine, you can never fix his own issues for him. If he cannot be supportive of you, then he doesnât deserve you.â you rest your forehead over his.
âDonât blame yourself for something you donât have control of. Even if you donât neglect her, what assurance do you have that she will not do that to you? If its meant to happen, it will happen. Just like racing.â you smile gently at him, tears streaming down your pretty face.
Sunghoon raises one of his hand to wipe off those tears and kiss you once on the cheek.
âRacing and you are meant to be together. You shine differently behind those wheels and you love racing. Donât let these people take away your dream.â and you sincerely told him.
Something tugs inside Sunghoonâs heart as he leans in to give you a slow heated kiss on the lips. That night, he couldnât be more thankful that he have you beside him. You spent the whole time cuddling and enjoying each otherâs warmth.
The next day, you left after giving him smooches. He refused on letting you go, but you told him you have an importang meeting for that day. He was a little sulky so you had to give him a head to boost his mood a little.
He walked you out and waves cutely, the firm disapproval of you leaving flashes across his handsome face. His bed hair and slightly crinkled white shirt just gave more vibe to you, making your stomach churns and wetting you down there.
Sunday came as well, Hana went back and you decided to spend it with her. Sunghoon kept on texting you. Thankfully he wasnât that sulky about it.
âDoctor, that was your last patient.â your secretary announced after she knocks and opens the door to your office.
You smiled and told her she did well today. Itâs monday already and youâre off to go see Sunghoon at his place for his session.
Speaking of which, your smile grew after seeing his caller i.d flashing through your phone.
âYeah?â
âYouâre at your office?â he asks.
âUh-huh. Why? Iâll just fix my things and Iâll go straight to your place.â you informed him.
You can hear some muffled background sounds from the other line, like heâs walking or something.
âNah, stay there. Iâm almost at your floor.â
âHuh? What are you doing here?â you asked, confused.
âPicking you up. See you in a bit, baby.â and he ended the call.
You couldnât help but to smile widely just by thinking he came here to fetch you. Not long after, a knock can be heard from your office door. With excited hops you went to open it for him. A big grin is what greets you.
âBaby!â you greeted cheerfully and threw yourself at him. It made Sunghoon giggle and press kisses on your lips right away.
One of his hand rests over your waist, the other one holding something. After being satisfied of the affections you shared with each other, you pulled away and stared at him.
âYou didnât have to come and pick me up, you know?â but the smile on your lips almost rips face.
âWeâll go out on dinner.â he says that made your brows arched. Youâre about to say something when he beats you into talking.
âWith my parents.â he added that made your face turn pale instantly.
Youâve seen Mrs. Park a couple of times throughout the process of your sessions with Sunghoon. She is nice, except that you still find her a little intimidating. His father tho, despite showing his trust on you that day they seek for your professional help, he intimidates everything in you.
âYou okay, baby?â and he pulls you closer to him.
âIâm nervous. Why are we suddenly having dinner with them?â you asked a little warry.
He smiles and kissed your cheeks, finding you adorable like this. He placed the paperbag heâs been holding ever since he arrived. Your eyes darted at it with slight curiosity.
âYou can wear this dress for tonight.â
While staring at his expressive eyes, you realized youâve got no choice but to go with him. Thankfully, he did gave you enough time to get ready and make yourself look more presentable. You have no idea whatâs the dinner for since Sunghoon didnât quite made it clear.
After an hour or two, he guided you towards the elevator. His coat rests on your shoulder to keep you warm while you go down to where he parked.
âWhere is your driver?â you asks, roaming your eyes around to search for his familiar range rover.
Instead, he guides you over into a red sports car. With hopeful eyes, you glanced silently at him. He smirks and opened the passenger seat to the two-seater vehicle.
âIâll be driving us tonight, pretty.â he finally confirms and you couldnât explain how happy you are at that moment.
He leans and kissed your shoulder before helping you to get inside. You took the time admiring the inside of his car. It was very beautiful. The kind of car you think that fits Sunghoon, the famous F1 racer. His range rover is not bad, but this one fits him even more.
âWhat?â he scoffed while starting the engine when he noticed how your stares lingers.
âHave I told you how sexy you are?â
He chuckled and smirked widely.
âWell, this sexy man will eat you later tonight.â
You blushed and quickly swat his arm quickly. âYou always find a way to ruin the moment with your horniness.â
He laughed and leans to kiss you on your cheeks swiftly, âWhat can I say? I just couldnât get enough of you.â
The ride was short and you can feel your whole system panicking the moment he handed his keys to the vallet. He offered his hand and you accepted it as he guided you inside. Just days ago, you were inside a fine diningr restaurant and now you are here once again. Whatâs even more thrilling is that his parents will join you.
The waiters greets you with full enthusiasm and helped you find your table. They informed the two of you that his parents were already there.
âDoctor (Surname).â his Mom flashes you a big smile the moment she sets eyes on you.
Compared to the last time you met them, their aura seems to be lighter. His Dad looked a little more friendlier. A small smile plays through his lips as he silently watch you two approach the table.
You bowed politely and accepted the sudden hug from his mother. Sheâs always nice, but never to this extent. It caught you off-guard.
Sunghoon pulls the chair for you and waits for you to have a seat before taking his.
âWe already ordered our food! I hope you donât mind, Doctor (surname).â she says with so much elegance.
You smiled, âNot at all. Apologies for being a little late.â
âOh, no need! I mean we did arranged this dinner so suddenly.â she giggles.
You have no idea what she thinks about you and where you stand in her sonâs life so you feel a little awkward. Despite the large leap between your relationship with Sunghoon, he didnât confirmed anything yet.
You felt his arm resting at the rest of your chair. It caught his fatherâs eyes so you felt conscious and made sure not to lean back. His Mother was the one who carries the whole conversation. She seems excited and so you make sure you respond well to her.
âSo Doctor (Surname)ââ
âY/n, Mom. Call her by her first name. Youâre too formal.â Sunghoon interrupts her while the waiters starts to serve the food.
âIs it okay with you, dear?â she asks.
You eagerly nodded your head as you find it a little awkward to be called by your surname all the time.
âPlease enjoy the meal, y/n.â Sunghoonâs father said that made you glance at his direction. You nodded and all of you started eating.
Sunghoon kept looking after you that even while his father and him discusses about something, he keeps on assisting you. You blush, feeling a little shy that his mother will soon take notice and ask whatâs between the two of you.
âYouâre probably wondering why we suddenly asked to have dinner with you.â she started after you finished the main meals and now at your desserts.
You nodded and patiently wait for what sheâs about to say. She pursed her lips and you can see her eyes softening, slightly brimming with tears.
She reaches for your hand and the two male kept silent, watching the two of you. Sunghoonâs hands moves and rests at the small of your back, giving it subtle caress.
âWe want to thank you for looking out for Sunghoon and for helping him. We really did the right choice of asking for your help.â she sincerely said.
You smiled, âIt was my pleasure.â
She smiles, âWhen he told us that he wants to undergo surgery and to drive for (f1 team) once again we were so happy. We couldnât thank you enough!â
Your mouth gapped at what you just heard. The shock on your face was too evident that his Mom looked at you with amusement.
âW-What?â you asked, totally confused.
âWait, he didnât told you?â his Mom asks.
You shook your head side to side and heard Sunghoon heaving a sigh from beside you. He pushed himself from resting at his chair.
âIt was suppose to be a surprise for her, Mom.â he says that made you look at him with teary eyes.
âSurprise.â he smirks.
âAre you really...?â
He nods his head, staring at you with an unknown look on his face. His affection for you oozing that even his parents noticed it right away. They didnât need to ask or for their son to confirm it. From just how he holds you and looks at you, they can tell that heâs very fond of you.
âIâm so happy for you!â and you caged him with a tight embrace.
The dinner continued with a lighter atmosphere. You shared conversation with his Mom as she starts telling you stories about his childhood which you find really entertaining.
âThank you for tonight.â you smiled widely at his Mother when its time to bid goodbye.
She pursed her lips and approaches for yet another warm hug. âThank you for coming into our sonâs life, y/n.â she whispers only for you to hear.
Your heart thumps and was unable to say anything else after she pulls away to give her son a hug this time. They waved and Sunghoon guides you towards his sports car.
âShe likes you so much.â he says after putting his seatbelt on.
âWell your Mom is a sweetheart.â
He smiled agreeing. He started the engine and drove. You noticed that he its not the direction back to the hospital so you glanced at him.
âYou arenât taking me back to the hospital?â
He glanced at you, âWhy? You left something?â
âMy car is there.â
He kept his eyes at the road, âYouâre going home with me tonight. You donât need your car.â
You pursed your lips into a pout, âBut I have work tomorrow.â
âWe can ask someone to buy you work clothes and I can drive you to the hospital tomorrow since I also need to see the surgeon my Mom was talking about.â
Your eyes grew out of excitement.
âOkay, I can accompany you before I go to work.â
So it was final. The two of you made it to his place and decided to cuddle. Legs tangled with each other, your head laying over his chest as he hugs you close to his body. Sunghoon couldnât ask for anything else. Just by having you like this while your hearts beats in sync with each other was enough.
The two of you spent the whole night just enjoying the warmth and comfort that escalates between you. It was a wholesome moment that probably will be cherished for as long as you can remember.
âFucking fuck!â Sunghoonâs rasp voice moaned as he continued rutting deep and hard from behind you.
It was morning the next day and nothingâs better to start your day with a morning fuck. So here you are on your second orgasm for today, face pressed down on the pillow while he take you deliciously from behind. You can feel his length reaching all the right spot perfectly.
âH-Hoon, just like that!â you screamed.
âPussy so tight for me. So good, so fucking good.â he leaned and bite on your skin before rocking even harder.
When youâre about to reach your climax, Sunghoon flips you around so you can face him. âI want to see your beautiful face while I cum deep inside you.â he groaned and once again find his pace.
You two were a moaning mess, desperately getting drowned by too much pleasures.
âP-Please, I'm cumming.â you mumbled, tears swells over your eyes.
He groped your chest and continued fucking you hard. Sunghoon licks his lips as he make sure he is hitting it deep and right. The amount of pleasure your pussy is giving him is out of this world. For him, nothing can match this. You are the only one.
âCum with me, baby.â he demands that you completely obliges as eyes rolls back hardly after your release.
After a couple of thrust, Sunghoon shoots his hot seeds deep inside your womb, making sure he paints and claims you enough. He leans in while still giving you lazy thrusts and kissed you on your lips.
He plops beside you and youâre both trying to catch your breaths.
âWe need to get ready.â you announced and sat up. His eyes follows you silently.
âCanât we just go tomorrow instead?â
You shook your head in disapproval. âNo. We have to do your sessions tomorrow so we have no time. Besides, you have to meet with your surgeon.â
After so many attempts of making him leave the bed and get ready, you finally succeeded. He drove you to the hospital.
âWeâll go to your surgeon first.â you left him with no choice.
Sunghoon silently follows, ignoring the eyes that obviously watches him after recognizing who he is. His tall figure, handsome face and the way he carries himself just catches attention easily.
âExcuse me, is doctor Kang available at the moment?â you ask the attendant nurse.
Her eyes lits up at the sight of you and smiles. âYes, doctor.â she response.
âGreat! May I ask what time is his appointment with Park Sunghoon?â
The nurses eyes brightens, âMr. Park Sunghoon? Oh, Doctor Kang has been waiting for him for twenty minutes. His Mom already made the appointment last night.â
You smiled excitedly, âThank you! Iâm sorry for being late, we were caught on traffic. Can we go inside now?â
She nods and just informs Doctor Kang that his patient just arrived. You walked towards Sunghoon who have a placid expression on his face.
âLetâs go. I will walk you inside and Iâll go.â
âYouâll leave me there?â he asked with a tone of betrayal.
âI have work to do.â
âBut I need you there.â
You sighed, âIâll just meet with my client and then I will come back here. Okay?â
He still looked unsatisfied, but you pulled him towards the office of his surgeon. When you entered, his head lifts and eyes widen in surprise to see you. It didnât slip from Sunghoon. The delightful look on his face the moment he saw you walking inside stirs something inside him.
He walks near you, back pressing on your back.
âDoctor (surname), what a surprise.â he greets and stood up from his table.
âOh, I just accompanied Sunghoon here.â and now his eyes darted at his direction.
The doctor seem to be surprised again and quickly offered a hand. Didnât want to be rude, Sunghoon tries to keep his cool and accepted it.
âIts such an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Park.â he says.
He gave him a short nod, looking a little snobby. Your lips lifts a bit, remembering how heâs just the same the first time you two had met.
âHowâd you know him?â he curiously asked you.
You smiled, âIâm his psychiatrist,â
âAnd my girlfriend.â Sunghoon added that caught you off-guard, resting his hand over your waist.
The smile on his surgeonâs face fell, but he tries hard to pull it back.
âOh, I s-see.â he awkwardly stated.
You blinked and with blushing cheeks, you realized it was your cue to leave them two alone.
âIâll see you l-later?â you stuttered.
Sunghoon seemed unbothered and even pleaced a peck on your lips before finally letting you go. The whole time youâre walking towards your building, your mind was occupied. You cannot think of anything else but what Sunghoon just said.
Girlfriend? Did he really just said you are his girlfriend? Your stomach churns and heart hammered hardly inside your chest.
It took everything in you to shove that thought off of your mind in order to focus on your work. Your sessions went surprisingly well regardless of being a little distracted because of the F1 racer.
After your last session, you heard a knock from your door and Sunghoon went inside. You smiled while still writing something at your folder.
âSo...â you started and tilts your head at him.
âSince when did I became your girlfriend?â your tone sounds teasing. He smirks and leans in to drop a peck on your lips.
âSince I asked you out on a date.â
You furrowed your brows, âThe day we met after not seeing each other for days?â you tried confirming it to him.
He nodded his head innocently.
âI thought you already knew that weâre already dating since I asked you out.â
You blushed, âDo you even like me?â
He narrowed down his brows and stared right at your face. âNo.â his quick answer shoots you straight to the chest. It was painful.
He grabs your hand and gently guides you to stand up only to tug you closer to him. He wraps his arms around your body.
âI love you.â the three words came out from him naturally that youâre completely dumbfounded.
You blinked, âA-Are you serious?â
Sunghoon chuckled, finding you adorable.
âI am crazy for you, y/n. In case you failed to notice.â
You smiled and tip-toed for a kiss on his lips. âI love you too.â
His cheeks perks up in so much satisfaction after hearing you utter those three words. You never knew that you two will end up in this situation. You were just overthinking about this and now it was settled. Thereâs nothing more you can ask and just enjoys being warmly wrapped between your boyfriendâs warmth.
Almost two months had passed and you cannot be happier. It was well spent with Sunghoon as you two grew in love with each other. He was badly smitten over you as much as you are to him.
His surgery went well too and heâs now on his therapies for him to get back in the right shape. The doctor said once he's over with all of this, heâs good as new like before. He can go back on track and win races again.
âCome in!â your cheerful voice echoes inside your office after you heard a knock from your office door.
Youâre done with your session today and just getting ready to leave. Sunghoonâs not responding from your text an hour ago so you assumed you wonât be meeting him again today. Heâs been really busy with his therapies lately and you completely understand.
Right now, your top priority is for him to get better and nothing else.
âMiss me?â
Your hand halts from putting your things inside your bag. Shivers ran through your spine and cold sweats all over you. The familiar horrifying voice you almost forgot about rings inside your head, instantly triggering that traumatic experience you had.
Slowly, you turned around to face the person standing right by the door. The smile on his face terrified you.
âM-Mr. Cha.â you stuttered while looking at him with nothing but fear on your eyes.
âNice to see you too, y/n.â he trailed his gaze from your face down to your body. And when you saw how he licked his lips as he does that disgusts the hell out of you.
âI see youâve been prettier while I was gone.â he walks closer and you couldnât even move a muscle. You are pierced right at your position, unable to even say anything.
You wanted to run as fast as you can, but your stupid feet just could not move. Like it was glued or something.
âHow have you been?â his hand raised to touch your face and you moved away. He doesnât seem to like what you did so he grabbed your hair.
âBeing feisty, eh?â the sarcasm looms over his tone as he pulled your head backwards, he took his time admiring your beautiful face up close.
The director canât remember the very first time he ever started to feel the attraction towards you. Maybe it was when his father introduced you to him as the newly hired psychologist for the hospital. He still remember how bragged that youâre one of the top students in your university and the hospital managed to pull you.
He couldnât help but to agree. It was indeed a lucky thing they managed to have you.
âP-Please donât do this...â your tears rolled down your cheeks and lips shakes in so much fear.
Just by thinking of going through the same process like before terrified you. But who you are kidding? You didnât even know why you bother to plead when you knew very well he wouldnât listen.
Mr. Cha smirks and started peppering you with kisses. You grunts and cried in resistance, but heâs just more powerul than you.
As tears silently rolled down your face while this man was assaulting you, Sunghoon flashes through you mind. How you wished he can be here to protect you and prevent this thing to happen. You shouldâve had said to him what happened before.
Thatâs the thing. No matter how many times you try, you canât. Fear and embarrassment takes over whenever you try to tell him about that day. You know he would understand, its just your own fear is hunting you.
On the other hand, Sunghoonâs all smiley while he parks his car at the underground parking lot of the hospital. Heâs just in time to pick you up from your shift.
He felt bad that therapies had been taking all of his time and he couldnât spend more time with his lovely girlfriend. Tomorrow, heâs off to leave the country for a week of seminar and therapy. It would be the last one before the doctors allowed him to go on full training.
He figures he can go see and spend the night with you before he leaves for a few days. He will miss you the most.
As the elevator tings at your floor, he steps outside and saw that the table of your secretary was vacant. Seems like she left already. Heâs pretty sure you are still here since he didnât receive any messages that you left your office.
When he stepped closer, he can hear muffled sound coming from inside. Things being moved and some grunts. He slowly pushed the door open and the flower he was holding fell to the cold floor.
His whole body felt numb and his ears ringed at the sight in front of him. He can feel his whole body feeling cold, mind going blank.
âWhat the fuck...â he said that made the man holding you moved away.
Your teary eyes grew and you quickly fixed yourself as Mr. Cha managed to push your skirt up until your waist. You still have your underwear on, but the scene itself was sensual enough for Sunghoon to react this way.
âH-Hoon...â you called softly and tried to stand up properly.
When he looked at you with the hint of betrayal flickering through his eyes, your heart drops. He misunderstood everything. He clenched his jaw and took a step backwards, shaking his head from side to side.
âN-No! It isnât what you t-thinkââ
You squealed when he step forward and took a hold of Mr. Chaâs collar. With dark and dangerous eyes he glares right at him. He threw a punch with no hesitation.
âFuck you!â he shouted.
You quickly went to stop him before he unwillingly damage his shoulder again. Thankfully, he did let you but your heart broke when he shoved your hold off from him. He glanced at you with cold eyes and left the room.
You got stoned in your position for a while before finally composing yourself. Without much thought inside your head, you grabbed your jacket and phone to come after Sunghoon. He was no longer in the elevator and so you headed down the parking lot hoping you can catch up on him.
âSunghoon!â you called out and scurry over to his sports car. Surprisingly, nobody was there.
A part of you felt relieved that he didnât go and drove away using his car while heâs feeling that way. Youâre still very worried. You fished your phone from your pocket and dialled one of his friendâs number.
âY/n?â his surprised tone greets you after answering your call.
âJake! Is Sunghoon with you?â
âHuh? He just left to go see you. Is he not there yet?â
You bit your lower lip and another set of tears attempts to stream down your face. Just being reminded of how horrible and hurt he looked moments ago hunts you.
âW-We had a fight. Can you please call him? Please? Iâm scared that heâll get into another accident.â
You heard background noises from the other line and follows, âAll right. Jay and I will look around for him. Donât worry too much and be safe.â he says that send instant relief.
âThank you.â and you crash down the pavement near his parked car.
Itâs unbelievable how these things are happening to you right now. As far as you remember, youâve never did anyone wrongly to the point for you to suffer this way. Nobody deserves to be assaulted and silenced that way. But you are scared. To think that you shouldnât be the one to feel ashamed but still do is depressing.
As expected, he refused to see you. His friends did confirmed that they had found him somewhere and safely took him to his house. It was enough for you. The last thing youâd want is for him to get into trouble because of you.
You headed home as well, praying so bad that everything will be fine soon. Youâve been so happy with Sunghoon lately that you lost track of time. The director is back after being out of the country for a while. Youâre a bit dumb to think that he will stop once he sees youâre already dating somebody.
The next day, youâre about to head over to Sunghoonâs house but to your dismay heâs off to do his last therapy. It slipped off your mind as well. Now, it made you feel bad even more. He might have went there to come see you since he will leave for a few days.
You planned to come after him, but it may be not the best choice. His mind is probably occupied and he needs time to collect his own thoughts. The best thing you can do right now is resign from your job and wait for him to come back. You can afford losing that big opportunity, but not Sunghoon. Not him.
On the other hand, Sunghoonâs on his second day out of the country. He still out of it. Heâs body is here, but his mind is clearly left back at you. His heart too. He can still feel his chest tightening whenever he recalls how he sees another man touching and kissing you that way.
âThat seminar is so boring!â his head craned over to one of his friend as he settles down beside him. He placed his food on the table and glanced at Sunghoon once.
âYouâre too quiet these days, hyung. You missed Y/n noona that much?â he teased and even nudge him over the shoulder.
He ignored what he said and remained silent. He was right. Even after what he saw, he canât deny that heâs been missing you so much.
âBut you know Cha Jin? The director of that hospital she's working on?â he stated that made Sunghoon stops from fidgeting over his fingers.
Just by merely hearing that guyâs name sets fire inside him. It boils his blood that he wants to go straight to where he is and punch him nonstop until he passed out.
His friend seemed to not notice how his expression changed and just continued talking about this director.
âHe used to be my cousinâs batchmate and he said that guy harassed a lot of girls before! He even mentioned if it wasnât for his familyâs money and power, he would have been already in jail.â
Sunghoon stunned at what he just heard. He suddenly got reminded of how he caught you and that guy that day. Him pressing himself over you while your eyes brim with tears.
Your eyes....
He cursed inwardly for not noticing it right away and for letting his emotions take over him completely.
He abruptly stood up from his seat that surprised even his friend. He looked at Sunghoon with confused eyes.
âHyung?â
âIâll go first.â he says and started pressing something over his phone.
âG-Go where? Hyung!â he slightly panic at the sight of the older one gathering some important things.
âHome. Tell Mr. Lim I left because of an emergency.â
Sunghoon didn't even let his friend to say anything else and just proceed on leaving that place. He put his phone over his ears and wait for the other person to answer the call.
âYes, Mr. Park?â
âI want to file a case.â he says seriously, fist hardly clenched while talking to his lawyer.
He wants so bad to ruin Mr. Cha for doing that and he wants to punch himself for being too dumb to notice. Sunghoon asked for an immediate flight back home and tried to organize everything that will be needed.
The next day, you went over your office to gather some things. Honestly, you have no enough courage to go there. You knew you couldn't stand being in that room for long right after what he just did to you.
You hate it because youâve put so much work and effort just for that place to feel cozy and safe. He just ruined all of it. Heâs disgusting and a monster.
Just as youâre hurrying to put all the stuff you can fit inside the small box you brought, your door bursts open.
âLeaving without saying good bye?â
You whipped your head to face him with piercing eyes. Seeing him flashing a smile and having the face to be here after doing all of that to you is unbelievable. He has no shame at all.
âIâm quitting my job.â
He scoffed, âReally?â he laughed with no humor. He still scares you, but you need to be brave. You have to.
âDo you think another hospital will accept you if I spread rumor about you?â he slid his hand inside his pocket and tilts his head with a cocky smile.
You clenched your jaw and stared at him with so much hatred. He is powerful and wealthy. You knew he can ruin your life in a snap, mainly why youâre also too afraid to leave this place.
âYou canât do anything about it, y/n.â he smirks wickedly.
A tear fell from your eyes then it moves over to look at the unfamiliar person who suddenly walks inside. Your brows furrowed in confusion and so does Mr. Cha.
âBut I can.â Sunghoonâs familiar voice made you roam your eyes around and you almost lost your balance when you saw him walking inside.
âWhat...â Mr. Cha is as confused as you are.
âMr. Cha Jin we are asking you to come with us for interrogation about a case of harassment and rape.â a guy held him by his shoulder firmly and the other put his wrists together.
Sunghoon walks towards you and cupped your face, making you burst into tears even more.
âIâm sorry for being late, baby.â he mumbles and you just shook your head side to side.
âYouâre just in time.â
He smiles and leaned down to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. He pulled away and both of you looked over Mr. Cha as he kept on resisting from the people whose guiding him outside.
âYou canât do this! You have no enough proof!â he said enraged and his eyes darted at your direction.
âTell them, y/n! Tell them I am innocent! Do something! Defend your director!â
You canât believe how he can say all those words towards you when he knew very well how guilty he is. Sunghoon tugs you closer, trapping your body using one of his arm.
He throw an envelope near Mr. Cha and his eyes dropped down to look at it.
âThatâs her resignation letter.â Sunghoon said seriously.
Mr. Cha doesnât look so happy about it and with gritted teeth he looked at the two of you.
âYou canât do this! You know what I can do to you, y/n!â he kept threatening you.
Sunghoon scoffed and tilts his head before placing a kiss on your forehead while still eyeing Mr. Cha. No fear can be seen over your boyfriendâs eyes.
âYou messed with the wrong girl.â
He signalled the authorities to take him away already and you nuzzle over his chest as the commotion unfold. You have nothing in mind, but the thought of things being over.
âWait.â you said when it finally hits you.
âAre you done with your therapy?â you looked at him with worried eyes.
Sunghoon smiled a little, âNot yet.â
âThen why are you here? You should beââ your words got cut off when he leans in and drop a kiss at your lips.
âI am here because my girlfriend needs me. I am a fool to leave you here alone that day.â guilt flashes through his eyes and youâre quick to comfort him.
âDonât say that. The important thing is that you are here now.â and you wrapped your arms around his waist for a tight hug.
You two stayed that way before you decided to go home.
âWait.â Sunghoon says and tugs your arm to pull you back.
Your body crashes on his and he looked at you with those hot eyes. With a little suspicion you stared at him.
âW-What?â
He smirked as one of his hand slowly moves down your thighs. You blushed and roamed your eyes around to check if somebody is there.
âLet me fuck you here in your office one last time.â he whispered sexily as he swiftly switch your positions and pushed you over your office table.
âBut what if someone sees us?â
He pushed your skirt up to reveal your underwear. Sunghoon curses at how hot you looked beneath him before he licked his lip.
âThen they will enjoy the show.â and with a big grin, he pushed your undies to the side then pulled out his erect cock.
He gave his palm a lick before aligning his hardened head on your wet core. You let out a small moan at the sensation of his dick touching your entrance.
âNobody,â he grunts as he pushed it inside with no mercy making you yelped a little. âcan every taste you this way. This is all mine. Mine.â he said firmly like a law nobody can disobey.
He started thrusting from behind you and you two are both a moaning mess. He made his hand roam your sexy back before reaching your hand to intertwin your fingers.
âI love you so much, baby.â
Your mouth hanged open, saliva dripping slightly out from it from too much pleasure as your boyfriend kept hitting the right spots.
âI l-love you, Hoon.â
âYou look lovely.â he doesnât even need to utter those words towards you as his eyes are enough for you to know it.
The way Sunghoon stares at you with so much love and affection will always be your favorite thing. His thick brows making a straight line whenever he looks at you indicates how his worries disappears. His sexy eyes never leaving you and his lips lifting for a smile shows how badly smitten he is for you.
You smiled and leaned closer for one kiss as you donât want your gloss to be smeared all over him if it was a long kiss. He tried to chaste after, not satisfied with the short affection. Youâre quick to dismiss his attempt for another kiss.
âLater.â
âLater?â
You giggled, âYes, later.â
He nods and placed a kiss at your shoulder before the two of you walks inside the venue. Tonight, his team gathered everyone for a small dinner party to welcome him back. His other team-mates and his coach are pretty much excited to have him back.
Of course, he asked you to be there. He wants you to be there for him.
âThere he is! My man!â their coach cheers and eagerly approached Sunghoon as you two made an entrance.
His teammates didnât waste time to come and greet him as well, delighted to see him around. You didnât fail to catch their attention too as they kept eyeing you after greeting Hoon.
Your eyes catch a glimpse of his ex-girlfriend with Sunghoonâs ex best friend. They both stood from a distance unlike everybody else. She looked a little sad and whole regretful as she stare at your direction.
She couldnât help but reminisce the times that it was her who he was holding.
âThis is Doctor y/n (surname), my girlfriend.â he announced sounding so proud.
They all looked amused and even bickered around who can shake your hand first. You giggled finding it adorable and funny.
âYou two look good together.â your heads whipped over to the side when two people approaches.
The taunting lingers over his tone as he smirks over Sunghoon, eyes flickering slight anger and disapproval to your boyfriendâs presence. Natasha stood close to him, her body language shows how uncomfy she is and how she refused to be in that situation.
A part of you felt bad for her, but you also know she kind of deserves it after what she did to Sunghoon.
Sunghoon didnât show any sign of annoyance through his face, but instead pulled you closer to his side.
âThanks. I can say the same thing to the two of you.â Sunghoon said with a playful smirk on his face as he stated those words with a meaningful tone.
Natasha looked so bothered about it and so does his best friend. He tries to hide it with a humorless laugh and clicked the side of his cheeks.
âDonât you feel sorry for suddenly showing up like nothing happened?â he fired that made Sunghoon's smile fell.
His smirk grew wider at the reaction Sunghoon showed. He seems to be enjoying it and you hate it. So even before he can utter another word, you stepped in.
âYes, my boyfriend does feel sorry.â you interrupted with a sweet voice and a playful expression on your face.
Everyone eyed you as you looked straight at his ex best friendâs face.
âThe only thing he felt sorry about is that he left the team on your care.â you said that earned reactions from their teammates.
You pursed your lips into a pout, like you feel sorry. Like you feel so much pity.
âYou didnât even made it to the top five, right? What a shame.â you teased that clearly hit the spot as his smirk fell completely.
Sunghoon grinned and licked his lip before tilting his head over to the side, very impressed.
âBut donât worry guys. Sunghoonâs back to win you another trophy this season. I know he wonât disappoint us.â and you flash them all a very sweet smile.
And he really didnât disappoint.
âFor first place, champion for this season.â the announcer voice echoes to the whole place while you looked above during the podium ceremony.
Your eyes goes teary just watching Sunghoon smiling so widely while looking straight at you. His mother held your arm beside and got her widest smiles as well.
âPark Sunghoon!â everyone cheered so loudly after his name was called.
You screamed and clapped, admiring how he really shines. This is where he truly belongs, his natural habitat. He is meant for this. You pursed your lips, trying to hold back your tears.
He kissed the trophy while still looking straight to you. He mouthed âI love youâ and you responded, âI love you.â
Your heart races as the crowd cheers loudly for Park Sunghoon, the famouse ace racer of the team (f1 team) and also your boyfriend.
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I love bucky and princess đ„° could you maybe do something where heâs punishing her and then gets really annoyed when sheâs not answering his questions after theyâve been going a whileâŠhe thinks sheâs being bratty but itâs because sheâs in sub space and canât really hear him and is feeling vulnerable?
Confessions.
18+ MINORS DNI
Princess has been off all day; a lingering feeling deep within her, running through her veins and itâs driving her insane. Itâs not sheâs around Bucky she realises just what it was. Bucky realises something too.
Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x Bratty!Reader (Princess)
Warnings: Princess screaming at poor workers again, Dom Bucky, Brat Taming, Spanking (with a belt), Hair Pulling, Subspace Princess, Very Guilty Bucky, Praising, Kinda Sweet, Confessions, the L word bleugh â any more warnings please let me know!!
Word Count: 2.6k
Note: thank you to my bbg @buckys-wintersoldier for reading over this and making sure I didnât just straight up delete it lol and for helping me decide what to do with it. I love ya
Princess has been feeling off all day. A sensation lurking deep in her bones that just doesnât feel normal and when something doesnât feel right with Princess she tends to freak outâletting her recently sweet behaviour around Bucky slip as she nose dives into something she feels comfortable in, something that she can wrap around her like a defensive shell.
Usually, in times like this, sheâd use Buckyâs still aura to her advantage, letting his calmness embrace her until she felt right again but he wasnât hereâof course the day she felt herself slip Bucky was dealing with other business.
Lost in her trance she fails to notice the maid turning the corner; she blasts right into her, sending the tray the woman was carrying reeling to the floor, the red wine and olives staining the rug instantly. But it wasnât the rug Princess cared for, the wine had splattered all over her stark white dress, red pooling on the train at her feetâit was brand new and more expensive than a small car.
Before she could stop herself the uneasy feeling creeped into her veins, boiling alongside the anger she felt and exploding into rage.
âAre you FUCKING STUPID!â She spat, the maid instantly flinching and cowering into herself.
âI swear to fucking good no one here is actually good at their job, I mean how hard is it to watch where you're walkingâŠlook at thatâ Her hands grabbed at the dress, shaking the train, her eyes trained on the maid as she looked at the fabric in sheer terror.
âI-I'm really sorry miss I didnât see you-âPrincess snarled, cutting off the womanâs pleading words.
But before anything else could fall from her mouth that she would regret his voice entered the house. She sucked on her bottom lip as his loafers clicked against the floor until she could smell his cologneâ usually the scent was enough to have her hanging her head in submission but she was furious, she wouldnât go down that easy.
Bucky jutted his chin to the side behind Princess, signalling to the maid that she could scurry off and out of the penthouse for at least a little bit. The staff that frequented the house had grown accustomed to the fact that Buckyâs entry meant their departure and the maid couldnât have been more thankful that heâd chosen to show up just there.
âPrincess?â He spoke, authority dripping from the name as he tilted his head ever so slightly. When she turned to face him all his questions were answered. Bucky had years to master his impeccable poker face, standing in front of a mirror for hours at a time had taught him to remain completely unreadable but, it had also taught him how to read others like open books and the girl standing in front of him had all cover open and pages lain bare for him to study.
âFucking bitch spilt shit on meâ She was still angry but his body close to her was slowly sucking the rage from her bones, replacing it with the submission she was so used toâbut that feeling remained, heavy in the pit of her stomach and pumping around her bloodstream.
âDid you shout at her?â He asked, fingers curling around her jaw and raising her head until she was gazing at his steel blue eyes. For some unknown reason, Bucky had the innate ability to sense when Princess lied to him, so she never did.
âMhmmâ she nodded against his tight hold, averting her gaze to his dark-coloured tie.
âAnd you remember what happens when we shout at people right?â He questioned, fingers digging into the fat of her cheeks until her lips parted just enough for his thumb to slip in.
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Princess yelped as the leather cracked down on her ass again, right in the spot heâd struck before. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fisted the sheets below her; her chest heaving as she took stuttered breath after stuttered breath. Sheâd lost count of the spanks, choosing instead to focus on not screaming outâBucky growled as he brought the leather down two more times.
âYou gonna fucking keep forgetting our rules huh? Little slutâŠmaybe you wanted fucking spanked, is that it is that why you're Not. Fucking. Answering. Me. Brat.â He enunciated each word with a heavy chop of his belt against the backs of her thighs before leaning forward grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her up against his clothed front.
He chuckled at the unabashed moan that fell from her lips as the dark leather ran over the swell of her tit, tapping against her nipple âMaybe I gotta hurt these a little for you to listen, what do you think of that princess?â And for the first time since shoving her onto his bed he looked at her face. His grip loosened in realisation as he noticed the fogged expression over her eyesâlips parted and swollen, her face red and puffy with tear tracks running down till they slipped over her jaw and down her neck. He knew straight away exactly what was going on.
He sucked in a breath as he guided her down gently, unwrapping his hand from the belt and tossing it off to the side.
âAngel?â He whispered, slotting himself between her spread legs and running a thumb over her cheekbone; she mustered a small nod in response.
âOhhh babygirl you feeling extra subby today huh? Shouldâve told me baby and I wouldnât have hurt you so badâ he flinched at the hiss she let out as his finger smoothed over the welted skin on her ass.
Since the first whack of his belt against her rear that feeling that festered in her body had finally begun to take over; starting from her heart to her sweet little mind, clouding it over until all she could hear was the rushing of her blood and her soft little whimpers as Bucky punished her, spanking her again and again for being so bratty and ignoring him. When she finally reached out, pulling herself to the forefront of her mind, Bucky was leaning over her, swiping away at her tears tenderly while his other hand held up his weight.
He smiled sweetly as some of the fog lifted from her eyes, her wide-coloured orbs watching him like he was the centre of her worldâright now he very much was.
âGood girl thatâs it, you took your punishment so well princessâŠjust wish you told me you were feeling like thisâ On the outside Bucky fronted a tenderness he reserved for only her but his brain growled at him for being such an idiot.
How had he not noticed the signs? They were glaring right at him the whole time yet he brushed them off, assuming that sheâd just been her bratty selfâhe was scared she would cower away from him, that heâd pushed her too far and she was too deep in her subspace to say no. Heâd hurt her bad.
For the first time since being around Bucky she could read his expression, he was in pain, upset, guilty.
Princess hated seeing his face contorted in such a way.
With a shaky hand she cupped Buckyâs stubbled face and brought his lips down onto hers; sucking up any insecurity he felt into her hot mouth and swallowing it greedily.
When he pulled away to catch his breath, much to her dismay, she let out a desperate whine âWant you Buckyâ Her eyes swirled with lust as she begged the man for something he wasnât sure he could give herânot without hurting her again.
âBut I hurt you angelâ his voice trembled as he replied, his right hand splayed out on the sheets beside her head, holding up his weight as his left fingers caressed her cheek.
She shakes her head animatedly at his words; he could never hurt her, ever. âMm mm Buck you didnât hurt me, I just wanna be your good girlâ.
âYouâre always my good girl princessâ he whispered, lips pecking the tip of her nose.
âThen show meâ.
Her hands ran down his built body, fingers expertly undoing the buttons of his shirt as they went; her mouth parts as her eyes followed the opening of his shirt, rock solid abs decorated with a soft happy trail, his muscle under his pecs stretching and tensing as he pulled the shirt from his body. Sheâd never seen him without his typical suit but gazing up at his body now had her questioning if she should make the dress code in her house nothing but tight black briefs just so she could be blessed with the sight of Buckyâs body over and over again.
âYouâll catch flies princessâ he chuckled as she shut her mouth obediently, swallowing down the pool of saliva that had gathered there. His brain was working hard to kill the guilty thoughts still looming menacingly and she mustâve noticed too.
âYou are gorgeous, amazing and you couldnâtâyou wouldnât ever hurt me, Buck. I know that and you do tooâ She kissed down his neck, fingers fiddling with the his pants, a smile blossoming on her mouth at the sound of his zipper purring.
He growled as she sucked a dark mark under his jaw, it would be easily visible to anyone including your father but heâd make up some silly excuse about needing to let off steamâonly princess and he would know the truth and his cock twitched against her pussy in response.
As her thumbs hook into the material of his pants he grips onto her wrists, heavy wanton breaths fall from his mouth as he moved his head to rest on hers, his deep blue eyes boring into hers.
âYou take them off princess and I wonât be able to hold myself backâ
But she just smiles, pecking the tip of his nose before pulling the fabric down over his ass; her pussy aches at the sound of his hiss as the waistband of his dark briefs catches on to his aching tip. As soon as the material is at his ankles he snaps, his thick fingers gripping at her, pulling her closer to him until her bare chest rubbed against his deliciously.
âIâm gonna make a fucking mess of you princess, make you feel how bad Iâve been wanting youâyou want that?â He groaned into her ear. His fingers dipped down to circle over her aching pearl, his teeth sinking into his lip at the soft keens and whines she let outâall for him.
âMmhmm Buck I want it so bad, want you to make me your good girlâŠwanna be your best girlâ she heaves as she reaches behind her, fingers securing themselves around his length and sliding it through her slick folds before resting his thick tip at her entrance.
âYouâll always be my best girl princessâ he moans deeply in tandem with her breathy one as he sinks her onto his length. Sheâd never felt stretched like this in her life, the sting bringing more pleasure to her than she admits, her brain fogging as everything became overwhelmingly clearâshe loved him, she loved Bucky so much.
âAww fuck baby so fucking tightâ Bucky was trying his best not to cum on the spot, his balls twitching as he held off on painting her hot cavern. He wanted this to be perfect and him coming after mere seconds of being inside her was not his idea of perfect.
He gripped onto her hips, rocking her softly until she began to bounce herself; she was so close, as she had been since heâd started spanking her.
âFuck Buck so goodâ she whimpered, fingers gripping at his short locks as she moaned into his mouth, his tongue tasting each high-pitched whine greedily.
âCome when you want princess, need you to gush around my cockâŠthen Iâll keep fucking you, yeah youâd like that-â he laughed airly as her cunt clenched around him âgod that pussy is fucking suffocating me, baby, gonna make you cum again and again then Iâm gonna fucking fill you so muchâ
His words pushed her over that edge sheâd been dangling on for so long. Her cunt fluttered as she moaned his name like a prayer, her hands pressing crescent-shaped dents into his built back.
âOhhh fuck Buckâ she sobbed into the crook of his neck. He shushed her softly, plump lips kissing over the shell of her ear, grounding her from her high. When she calmed, he rocked into her at a steady pace, his feet planted onto the floor as his hips bucked quickly into her.
âCome on princess one more for meâoh fuckâyesss god fucking pussy I canât get enough ohh angel Iâm going crazyâ he snarled, flipping them suddenly without ever pulling out or even losing his pace, her loud moans mixing with his like music to his ears. He sucked on his thumb before thrumming it over her sensitive bud, his chest rumbling with a deep desperate groan as she clamped down on him again.
âMmm fuck Iâm gonna cum baby, you want my come baby? You want it inside that pretty princess pussy? Oh hurry baby come again oh shit Iâm gonna comeâoh fuck princess I love youâ his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his cock spasmed with release, pushing squirt after squirt of his seed into her cunt. His warm nut hitting her cervix had her coming again.
âOh, shit princessâhahâsuch a good fucking girl, the bestâ Bucky praised as he slipped his cock from her spent cunt, resisting the urge to push it right back in when his milky essence spilt erotically from her pretty little pussy. In his pleasured stupor heâd neglected to acknowledge those three little words that had fallen from his mouth, the ones heâd been trying so hard to hide ever since that first day, but it only festered as he spent days and nights with you.
Princess was on a completely different planet; her body was roaring with joy and fulfilmentâBucky has finally fucked her, and made her feel like the prettiest girl in the world with his words.
When she finally sailed back to planet Earth Bucky was just returning with a wet cloth, his cock bouncing between his legs as he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat to clean her off, god this man was so hot, and he loved her.
âYou-â she began, words catching in her throat at the first swipe of the cloth over her sensitive folds. He gazed up at her, blue eyes urging her to continue âYou love me?â webs of fear, vulnerability and self-consciousness coated the words.
Buckyâs heart fell to his stomach, heâd hoped that she hadnât heard him, not because he didnât love herâfuck he really didâbut he couldnât, his job and her status prevented it, her father would have his head on a spike if he found out any of this.
But her wide eyes, her soft giggles in the morning when sheâd make his coffee wrong on purpose, the time sheâd found his helmet and just had to put it on and then the times she truly showed her vulnerability to himâfuck he loved her and he wasnât going to lose her.
âMhmm, love you so much Princessâ he wanted to say more but it all died on his tongue, especially when she reached up, her hand cupping his face, her thumb running over the high point of his cheek before pulling him down to meet her mouth in a soft, tender kiss.
âI love you tooâ.
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EEEE idk how I feel about this one tbh but I sure do hope you enjoy it. Are Bucky and Princess finally going to stop being little idiots and just date? Who knows because her daddy is ruthless
I have one more lil fic to post thatâll be set before this then Iâm gonna take a break from Buck and Princess to focus on some juicy fics and ideas that are calling out for me
Likes, Reblogs and Asks are always appreciated â€ïž
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I donât wanna live forever
Part two
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: Y/n is having a hard time coming to terms with her feelings for the guy sheâs supposed to feel nothing more than a friendship with, so instead of confronting those feelings she runs away, which proves to be a mistake for her and him.
Warning: angst, heartbreak, fluff, sad angry Dean because heâs a warning in itself
An: this is my first Dean Winchester fic so i hope it lives up to your expectations. Also this is gonna be a two part series because i got carried away with setting up the plot for this. If you like this flick and the way i write i am taking requests for Sam, dean and cas so feel free to make some. Anywho love ya and i hope you enjoy.
Dean Winchester is the epitome of a girls dream guy. Heâs smart, tall, and strong. Not to mention those pretty green eyes that scream âwalking sex godâ or that cheeky ass smirk he wears when he knows heâs got a girl in his clutch. But thats not what made you fall for him, not the only reason at least. Dean Winchester has been your best friend since you both could walk. Being left to take care of Sammy while your mom and john were out hunting all through your childhood up really sealed your fate, you saw all of his most vulnerable moments and you knew those moments he needed you to break down those walls so he wouldnât self destruct. But also you saw how much he loved, and how he fought for the people he loved, but he wouldnât let anyone give that back to him. And thats why you loved him. Because you knew that just like him youâd do anything for him at any moments notice. Youâd kill, youâd torture , youâd die If he needed.
So as you sat at a bar sipping on your martini watching dean flirt with the pretty curly headed bartender with a short skirt, your heart felt heavy within your chest and your stomach completely empty despite the large bowl of fries you were sharing with Sam. The feelings that surged through your body werenât anger, or hatred. It was sadness and longing, knowing that even though you loved everything about that man, even though you knew him better than anyone else. Better than himself. Heâd wouldnât see you how you saw him, and no matter how much you hated it, you couldnât hate him. Not one bit.
âYâknow if you sulk any harder people are gonna mistake you for a grounded teenagerâ an amused voice spoke from beside you. Your gaze broke from dean and turned to his brother, âshut up Samâ you said nudging his shoulder softly. A smile crossed the younger winchesters face, âheâs just looking for a distractionâ he muttered to you, diverting his gaze over to his brother letting a frown overtake his features. Sam knew how utterly in love you and his brother were with each other, i mean anyone could see it. Except for some reason you two.
âYeah well sleeping with a random person isnât exactly what id call âa distractionââ you said bitterly, immediately feeling bad even though dean was nowhere around to hear. Sam shook his head at just how blind you were, â i just donât understand why he wont open up to us.â You said trying to keep your voice steady, stirring your drink around with your straw âHe knows that we know how much loosing john is affecting him. Hell heâs not the only one fucking dealing. We all lostâ she said trying not to let the tears forming in her eyes fall. Sam sighed âthats just how he is. Itâs how heâs always been. The strong oneâ he said looking at his friend solemnly.
âWell itâs bullshit and he knows itâ you said slamming your hands down on the table as you stood up. âIm going back to the motelâ you muttered grabbing you coat from the back of your chair and trying to keep your tears at bay. Sam grabbed your wrist stopping you. âYou want me to walk you?â He offered softly. âNo itâs fine, iâm fine. I just need some time alone if thats okayâ you said. Sam nodded letting go of your wrist, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead, a habit youâd formed when he was only two years old. And with that you exited the bar, not sparing a look in deans direction. You couldnât stomach it. What you missed was the longing and worried look dean sent you as he weakly excused himself, and made his way over to Sam and began his interrogation.
While you walked your brain was racked with all of these intense emotions. But the most prominent thought was how much it was killing you. Given youâd known that Dean wasnât the relationship type, i mean the ratio of his hookups to relationships says enough in itself. But youâd grown up together, you knew how much dean craved to be held and loved by a woman, and you were hoping by chance heâd let it be you. But as the months turned into years and years turned into a decade, you were tired. Tired of loving someone who only thought of you as a friend. Tired of loving someone who would shamelessly flirt with other women in front of you, no matter how deeply in love you showed him you were.
By time you reached the motel youâd had your mind made up, youâd apologize to the boys later but you had to go. And you knew that if you told them in person Samâs puppy dog eyes that always worked and deans broken expression wouldâve coaxed you back in. So there you are packing your bags (not that you had much to pack) and hopping into a car youâd managed to break into and Hotwire and began your way to Bobbyâs.
When you arrived at Bobbyâs he was shocked to see you but ultimately let you in. âYâlook like shitâ he greeted looking you up in down taking in your puffy eyes. You laughed âgood to see you tooâ. Bobby looked behind you, curiosity etched into his face âwhere are the other two idjits?â He asked. Your once happy expression dropped, replaced by a guilty look and you avoided his eyes as best you could. Bobby took a step forward, now concerned âpeanut where are the boysâ he asked a little more demanding this time. Tears pooled your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day. âI- i left them in Wyomingâ your voice broke as tears began to cascade down your face. âI didnât tell them, they wouldâve convinced me not to goâ you explained. Bobby stared at the girl not sure what to do about the girl he saw as a daughter crying so freely in front of him. âWhyâd ya leave? Somethinâ happen?â He asked leading you to the couch and taking a seat himself.
You shook your head âno⊠no nothing happened. I just couldnât watch it anymore.â You muttered playing with your fingers in your lap trying to put your feelings into words. Bobby watched intently, and he swore he could almost see the cloud of thoughts above your head. It took about five seconds for it to click. Dean. âSâthis âbout dean?â He leaned forward. You hesitated, finally looking up to meet them and eyes before you nodded. âIt was okay before, i mean Iâve had feelings for him since we were 14 so i learned to tune it out mostly. But as we get older its just go hard, i mean Iâm 26 now and Iâve seen him during relationships and hookups and its not effected me until now.â You explained, Bobby didnât say anything, knowing that if he said the wrong thing youâd probably run up to your designated room and act like the conversation never happened.
âi think because i realized just how far id go for him, and with the way things are heating up that flame seems to grow more and more every hunt. But he doesnât see it, he doesnât see the raw and utter devotion i hold for him. He doesnât see how i run off every guy because i know they wont be like him. He doesnât see how much it hurts me to see him happy with someone else, even if itâs just for a night. And it hurts Bobby, it hurts like hell to love someone who only sees you as his best friend that muchâ you finished. By that point the tears were streaming down your face and he could hear the heartbreak in your voice. Bobby stood up trying to keep his own tears at bay as he watched the young girl break down in front of him, he grabbed you by your wrist pulling you into a bone crushing hug as you sobbed into his shirt. The two of you stood like that until your sobs subsided, leaving you with sniffles every few seconds.
Bobby pulled away and grabbed your face âyou are a smart, strong, beautiful young lady. And after all youâve been through you deserve all the love in the world, and if dean canât see that then heâs more of an idjit than i thoughtâ he joked. A small laugh passed your lips and suddenly the need for sleep hit you like a ton of bricks. Bobby seemed to take notice because he sent you on your way upstairs to your room and you made no effort to fight sleep any longer.
just downstairs Bobby pulled out his phone that saw tht he had 14 missed callers from Sam and 27 from dean. He calculated how angry youâd be at him for making the decision he was about to but heâd deal with your anger over heartbreak any day. So he pressed the call back button and listened to the dial tone until deans voice replaced the noise
âIs she with youâ he asked urgently, Bobby noted the sound of deans engine in the background as well as Sam asking if it was Bobby that called.
âYeah sheâs here, and youâd better have a damn good excuse for her showing up the way she didâ Bobby said in an authoritative tone.
âIâm not 100% sure but i have a theoryâ dean replied with a distracted tone. âI donât care what you do or donât have. You get here and you fix it you understand boy?â âYes sirâ dean answered. Bobby then hung up, dean knew he was in deep shit if he couldnât make things right with you
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Espresso - Happy Lowman x Reader One Shot (NSFW 18+)
A/N: MINORS DNI. Inspired loosely by Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. I cannot help but write steamy stuff for this man! In my Happy Lowman era fr. And he is down BAD for reader in this one. Anyway enjoy my loves!
Warnings: Reader has female anatomy but I tried to keep pronouns to a minimum. Slight soft!Happy. Kissing, swearing, alcohol. SMUT - oral sex (f and m receiving) fingering, penetration, sex without a condom, cum, slight dirty talk, mature content 18+ (please let me know if I have missed anything)
Word Count: 2373 words
Happy pulled his cut on roughly, throwing open the door of his dorm and storming out. "Are you fucking kidding me?" the scorned croweater called after him as she hastily pulled her clothes back on. Happy ignored her, glowering at the Prospect behind the bar and shoving him out of the way before grabbing a glass and pouring himself a shot. Throwing it back he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his contacts. His thumb hovered over your number. This was not the first time he had been unable to perform with a croweater in his bed. At least not the first time since he had met you. No matter how hard he tried - even going as far as trying to close his eyes and imagine it was you underneath him - he couldnât do it. You had officially ruined anyone else for him and he was pissed. It wasn't meant to be this way. You weren't meant to do this to him. To affect him like this. He stalked out of the club house, jabbing his thumb against his phone roughly and calling your number.
It took several rings, and Happy was sure it was going to go to voicemail, before you picked up. "Hey honey," you crooned down the phone. Just the sound of your sweet voice had a zing shooting up Happy's spine, his skin prickling with desire. It was like your mere presence, even through a phone, was a shot of espresso that woke up every one of his nerve endings. He had never felt so vulnerable. "You up?" he asked gruffly. He heard you sigh through the receiver. "Really Hap?" you asked, your tone teasing. "Four nights in a row, you sure you wanna go there?" Happy grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He knew why you were teasing - when you had started sleeping together Happy had made it clear that this was extremely casual. "Don't expect me to be here every night," he had specifically said. You knew he would probably still be sleeping with whichever croweater landed in his bed on the nights he wasn't with you, but you had never complained. Happy liked that.
But now⊠now he wasn't so sure casual was what he wanted. And the idea of you sleeping with anyone else - which you certainly had the right to - made him want to cave somebody's skull in. He wouldn't though. He was pretty sure that wouldn't win him any favours with you. "You up or not?" he repeated, starting to grow antsy. He was having trouble physically staying away from you, couldn't even go an hour without thinking about you. Your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin under his fingertips, the way you said his name, how you laughed at the things he said because you actually found them funny and not just because you were trying to gain something from him. Somehow in the short span of your casual trysts you had wormed your way beneath his skin, the very being of you curling around his heart and squeezing it tightly. It scared the fuck out of him but it was something he couldn't deny. Happy didn't know how to go about this, but surely just being with you was a start. Your light chuckle came through the phone. "Come over."
You smiled as you heard his bike pull into his spot out the front of your house. His spot. You rolled your eyes at yourself. You knew you were getting attached the moment things had begun with Happy. But you were quite proud of how you had handled him being so adamant about this being casual. Of course he wanted to keep things casual - surely no man in his position, a bad boy MC member surrounded by all the women he could get his hands on up and down the west coast, would want to be tied down to just one person. It hurt, but you found it easy to squash those feelings. It surprised you though, the frequencies of Happy's visits these past few weeks. His presence in your life had gone from once or twice a week, to every second night to now 4 nights in a row. Maybe there was a sweetbutt shortage? He pushed the door open and paused when he saw you standing close by waiting for him. "Should be keeping this locked," he said, motioning to your door.
You smiled softly and walked over to him, leaning past him to push the door closed and lock it. "Happy?" you asked, referring to the lock now being in use. "I'm always Happy," he deadpanned. You let out a laugh and Happy felt his heart squeeze in his chest. You stopped laughing when you noticed how intensely he was staring at you. Happy was already a very intense guy but something seemed off with him. "You ok?" you asked, taking a tentative step towards him. "You really can't get enough of me huh?" you asked, testing to see if teasing him would make him relax a little. Happy moved quickly, gripping your jaw almost painfully as he pressed his mouth to yours. You gasped in surprise and he pushed his tongue into your mouth, pulling a moan from you as you gripped his t-shirt under his cut. You grasped the leather, pushing it down off his shoulders before breaking the kiss and tugging at his shirt, helping him pull it over his head.
You grasped at the skin of his torso, mapping over the various ink he had. You skimmed quicker over the smiley faces, aware of what they represented. Now was not the time to think about what his hands, which were gripping onto your jaw and the side of your neck, were capable of. Happy leaned in, kissing the side of your neck roughly, smiling as you shivered against him. "'Course I can't get enough of you," he admitted, his brain trying to catch up as his traitorous mouth took over. "What did you do to me huh?" he asked, pulling back and pressing his forehead against yours. "Can't get you out of my head. Can't even get my dick up for anyone else. Can't sleep, even if I do you're in my fucking dreams anyway," he panted out. Your heart was pounding in your chest at his words, but you tried to school your face, smirking and your eyes hooded heavily. Happy growled and brought his lips to yours again, kissing you roughly and grunting with appreciation when you gave as good as you got. He walked you backwards, having been in your house more than enough to know the layout.
He got as far as the loungeroom and decided this was good enough. He roughly tugged your shirt off of you, his hands immediately pawing at the bra you were wearing, his lips and teeth trailing harsh kissed down towards your breasts. You moaned, your hands grasping at his shoulders. None too gently he pushed you down onto the lounge, falling to his knees in front of you and pulling you by your hips towards the edge of the cushion. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to the skin of your stomach before gripping the waistband of your pants and panties and pulling them down your legs. He gripped the back of your thighs and pushed them back toward you, spreading you lewdly. You whined and wriggled under his grasp, but he only pressed you back farther, the burn in your hips toeing the line between pain and pleasure at the filthiness of it all. Happy groaned as he took you in, the slickness that had begun to gather at your entrance, the way you spread out so pretty for him.
He knelt forward, his mouth landing on your pussy so suddenly you yelped and jumped in your seat. Happy continued to hold you down, running his tongue up and down the centre of you, dipping his tongue in and out of your hole at times, his mouth watering at the taste of you. He lapped and moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he feasted, pulling whimpers and moans from you as the shuddered beneath him. He placed his lips over your clit and sucked harshly, making you arch and shriek under him, your hands falling to cover your own mouth in surprise at your outburst. Happy looked up at you and laughed while keeping his mouth on you, the vibrations making your toes curl. "Happy," you whined, trying to sit up and grasp his head. "Want you to fuck me," you breathed out shakily. Happy pulled back, this sight of his lips covered in his spit and your slick making your pussy clench. He harshly smacked your thigh. "You're gonna let me enjoy eating your pretty pussy and then," he smacked you again, making you gasp. "I might fuck you." Who was he kidding. There was no way he wasn't fucking you tonight.
He resumed his measures, rolling his tongue through your folds, before swiping it over your clit repeatedly. His fingers were suddenly pushing at your entrance and you felt your stomach clench as they slipped inside of you. Clenching your teeth, your head flopped back and your legs began to shake. Happy didnât let up and suddenly, you were crying out, unable to stop as your orgasmed tremored through you. Happy pulled away only when you began to jerk under him, oversensitive. He stepped back up onto his feet and began to unbuckle his belt, smirking at the spent mess that was you. He roughly pushed his jeans and boxers down, gripping himself and passing his hand over in a couple of pumps. Suddenly, your eyes were open entirely and you slipped onto the floor on your knees in front of him. You pulled your bra off before grasping the shaft of his cock and pulling the head straight into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the slit. Happy grunted in surprised, gripping the back of your head.
You sucked him in greedily, pumping him in and out of your mouth as spit began to pool. Happy breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring as he met your stare. He wasn't the loudest guy in bed but you had come to learn how to tell he was enjoying himself. His grip tightened on your head and suddenly he was pulling himself out of your mouth. You whined and made to reach for him but he stepped around you and took a seat on the lounge. "Ride me," was all he said, reaching his hands out to you. You stood and walked over to him, straddling over his thighs has he gripped your waist. Reaching under you, you grasped his cock in your hand and moved his tip to your entrance. You lowered yourself slowly onto him, your pussy gripping as he slid in. Happy sighed and rested his forehead against your collarbone. Slowly you began to move, whimpering as his cock nudged against that sweet spot, nestled so perfectly against your walls. You moved leisurely, switching your direction and movements, gasping and moaning at the feeling of him inside of you.
Happy's hands were gripping your skin so tightly you knew there would be a bit of bruising. He was grunting softly and you could tell he was getting impatient. You sped up your motions only a little, smirking when Happy looked up at you, his jaws clenched and irritation in his eyes. "Don't be a fucking tease," he ground out, trying to pull you up and down on him quicker. You held your ground, grasping the side of his face as you planted your lips on his. Happy bit down on your bottom lip, making you gasp and pull away, your hips stuttering long enough for him to take control. He pulled you off of him, somehow spinning you both quickly off the lounge. Suddenly you were pushed onto your knees, facing the back of the lounge, your arms rested against the backrest. Happy gripped your hips roughly from behind you, his thumbs spreading your ass cheeks apart, his dick pushing its way back into the warm confinement of your pussy. You shuddered and moaned as he pushed in and out of you rapidly, leaning over you to bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder.
His hand slipped under you, pressing his fingers against your clit and rolling over it as he fucked you harshly. Your eyes started to roll back, your moans becoming broken and your stomach coiled tighter and tighter. "Gonna let me cum in you tonight," Happy asked, his own voice strained. "Gonna let me fill you up like a good girl?" His hips snapped against yours, your skin almost feeling raw. You nodded dumbly, words no longer achievable. Happy's chest rumbled in approval, and he continued to rub light circles over your clit. The coil in your stomach snapped and you cried out, your second orgasm slamming into you so suddenly your arms collapsed beneath you and your face pushed into the lounge as Happy continued to pound in and out of you. He gripped your hair, pulling your head up as he pushed harshly in and out one, two, three more times before stopping with his cock filling you up entirely, groaning as he came. He pulled himself out of you, watching as his spend pooled at your hole, a proud smirk on his face.
Noticing how wrecked you were, he pulled you to your feet and guided you towards your bathroom. Turning on the shower and pulling you under the stream. He wrapped his arms around you as the hot water sprayed over you both. You pulled away and looked up at him, exhaustion lining your features. Happy smiled and leant down, capturing your lips in a kiss uncommonly soft for him. You sighed as he pulled away, leaning your head against his chest once more. "You got me, Hap?" you asked. He smiled, his throat tight and heart clenching once again deep within his chest. He pressed his lips against your hairline. "Yeah baby. I got you."
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love love love your writinggggg!!! seriously!
if i could request something, i'd love a soft sevika helping a lonely and touch starved reader? maybe reader is her friend and her friend opens up and stuff goes downđ
i love youuuuuu!!!! this is sooo cute đ
men and minors dni
"touch starved?" sevika asks. "what's that?"
you invited your best friend over for take out and gossip, and now, three hours into eating and drinking and catching up, your conversation's gotten deep.
you shrug. "like, y'know, not being touched enough. people are supposed to touch and hold and cuddle each other, like evolutionary-- it calms us down and keeps us healthy. but, if you're, like me... single, living alone, family's not all that touchy feely... i dunno. i just feel like a really nice hug could, like, fix everything in me."
it's quiet. you know sevika won't judge you, you've known her long enough to know better than to expect that. you anticipate maybe a tease, or an encouragement to accompany her to the bars she meets girls at to try and find you somebody too.
you don't expect the upset, almost sad look on her face.
"sev?" you ask.
"sorry. i was just trying to remember the last time i had a hug." she says, shaking her contemplative look away. your heart shatters and you pout at your best friend. she chuckles. "don't give me that look, you're just as pathetic as me!"
"it's not pathetic, it's way too common nowadays." you laugh, smacking sevika's shoulder.
but, when you bring your hand back to your side of the couch, sevika reaches out and grabs it, intertwining her fingers with yours.
you gulp, and your heartbeat skyrockets.
it's not just your touch-starved-ness that's got you flustered. you've been crushing on sevika since you've known her. it's why you've avoided touching your best friend so much in the first place-- your brain just short circuits when you touch her.
"why don't we just hug each other?" sevika whispers. you blink up from her hands to look her in the eye, shocked to see sevika looking just as unsteady as you feel.
you take a shaky breath and look down at your hands. you can't lie. sevika will see right through you.
"honestly? i think if i hugged you i'd never let go."
sevika chuckles. "is that so bad?" she asks. you huff.
"yes! sevika, i'm trying so hard not to make things weird between us and-- and a hug would make my feelings way too fucking loud to ignore."
it's silent. sevika's grip on your hand is like steel, you couldn't run away if you wanted to. you don't. her wide, vulnerable eyes have you pinned to the couch anyways.
"...i didn't know you felt like that about me."
"yeah, well..."
sevika launches forward and pins you to the mattress, laying flat on top of you. you squawk, squirming underneath her as you try to free yourself. she just goes boneless, waiting for you to finish fighting. "sevika!" you cry.
"i feel like that about you, too." she whispers. you give up your fight, melting into the couch beneath you. "if i had known, i'd've been all over you this whole fucking time."
"...oh." you giggle.
you can feel the curve of sevika's smile against your throat, and a shiver shoots down your spine. "were you serious about never letting go of me?" she asks.
"yes."
she kisses your cheek, and you shiver again. "good. i'm not lettin' go of you either."
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Bby let's muse over Steve Harringtons ass.
Warnings: Language, smut, anal play, anal fingering, ass eating, anal sex, spanking, submissive Steve, dominant Reader, and NSFW.
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Thereâs many things that you can say about Steve Harrington. He has great hair, he has a constellation of beauty marks that even dot into his ears, his cock is the unidentified monster of Hawkins, his hands can be used as a human shield, he fights for his friends until the death, heâs loyal, heâs sweet, heâs smart, heâs beautiful, he kisses as if itâs his last day on earth⊠You can go on, really.
But then⊠there is also a rather, specific trait about him thatâs undeniable. A physical presence that has turned heads of even claimed straight men. It doesnât matter what he wears, whether itâs swimming trunks, sleep pants, sweats, or those sinful little Leviâs that belong in a museum â it is always on display, front and center. There is no getting past it, zero capabilities to deny it. Steve Harrington has a fat ass.
A perky, shapely, cheekily cut, juicy, bite-able, fuck-able, slap-able â deliciously sinful⊠ass.
You didnât start out as his girlfriend, no. Just his best-friend, one that had agreed to benefits, before things became too vulnerable to ignore. And the more open emotions were, the more open things in the bedroom became. Steve was only alright trying new things with you, and the opportunity wasnât wasted. So youâd showed him with a very targeted rental from the store, assuring that youâd checked in out by yourself under a fake name.
The woman had been taking her scene partner in several stages. First with her hands on his ass, slapping until it reddened, almost resembling a blossoming bruise. Secondly, prepping him with a finger. Thirdly, her face had been buried between his sore cheeks. And the finale, you had to help Steve take off his jeans, pulling his cock out for him as she accustomed to the harness, taking him in wild ways that Steve had taken you.
âDo you like what sheâs doing to him?â You spoke into his ear, kissing at that one freckle inside, your fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb stroking off the pre from the head.
âYeahâŠâ his voice was choked, so low and raspy that it sounded as if his vocal cords had been drenched with molten lava. âWhat does it feel like?â
He couldnât take his eyes off the screen, hues of blue and orange from the television set reflecting off his blown pupils.
âYou want me to do it to you, Steve? Guys have a spot, just like girls do.â
âYou mean my prostate, right? I know itâs a place⊠inside me⊠there. Is that it?â
You brushed his hair off his already slicked forehead. âThatâs right, baby. Right in between your legs, buried deep inside of that tight, unused hole.â
He trembled impossibly, and that is when things got started.
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Steve loves spankings when heâs over work and just needs to unwind. How your hands can make it hard for him to sit, to focus on anything that isnât you. The way you grab him, pull him apart to observe like heâs on display over your lap.
Steve adores when you just grab him after a shower, through his towel or jeans, giving his ass a little lift or smack. Just staking your claim, feeling him up.
Steve will admit to calling you up several times a day, just so he can ride your fingers in the bathroom or stock room at work, addicted to watching his cock kick and drain all over the floor. Heâs already been able to touch himself, but it still isnât the same as you.
Steve isnât able to process what happens when you split him open and bury your face in his backside, not permitting him to touch himself (unless you feel giving). You eat him the way that he eats your cunt â animalistic, with one goal. Letting him fuck his opening onto your tongue.
Steve can attest to his eyes crossing several times, upon seeing you in your harness, the shivering trepidation as he props his head on his bicep and strokes himself off at the sight off your dripping pussy as you adjust to the toy. Heâll help you step in on occasion. And the many positions. Depending on what the other needs, you will take him on his side, in front of a mirror so he can see how perfectly beautiful that he is, soft on his back for closeness as you go chest to chest, deeply on his stomach with a taught arch and sweet little pleas from his gifted little mouth, hard from behind, hand on his hair (sometimes in public, even at work. you have become addicted to watching him squirm after, knowing heâs gonna fuck you that much harder for getting him in that state), legs on your shoulders or around your waist, him riding you against the headboard or whatever surface you can find (even in his car), bouncing on top of you and riding you, his hands on your tits for purchase, cock leaking all over your stomach, balls wet with the arousal that has leaked across your thighs â any and everything that you can think of.
Itâs safe to say, youâre in love with Steve Harringtonâs ass. And will forever worship, remaining eternally faithful to its perfection.
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There is something about the way Mulder learns to accept and seek out emotional support and comfort throughout the course of the seasons. With all the casual physical contact that they have going on from the beginning, he seems ready to reach out, but doesn't seem to expect others to do the same. He feels deeply, but he keeps it to himself; something he seems to have learned from an early age. He's had to build his life around other people's pain since his sister disappered. He doesn't want to burden others with his needs.
Scully's "I wouldn't put myself on the line for anybody but you" in "Tooms" is met with a joke immediately to lighten the mood -- a flirty joke, but still. He doesn't think he deserves how much she cares about him. Caring is his job. It's everyone else's job to disregard and dismiss his feelings and not take him seriously.
Scully setting up their secret meeting in "Little Green Men" -- he seems almost a little confused that she really just wanted to see him. He doesn't react when the touches his hair before she leaves. He doesn't react when she briefly takes his hand at the end. I don't think those little gestures of comfort don't register with him. They do. He simply doesn't quite know how to respond to them. He doesn't hesitate to gently cup her cheek and offer comfort when she wants to come back to work after her father's death. But he would never expect her to do that for him.
In "Anasazi" when he says "Thank you for taking care of me," it seems like he has to think about that sentence for a long time. Not because he isn't grateful, but because he doesn't really understand why she did it. Nothing more embarrassing than thanking someone and hearing "Oh, I didn't do it for you." And he said some pretty rude things to her when he was drugged, accusing her of betraying him. Who knows how much of it he remembers, but apparently enough to feel mortified. He never wanted to hurt her, but he must have, and then, after all that, she saved him and risked so much for him?
The scene in "Detour" comes to mind, the night in the forest when she tries to pull his head into her lap so he can get some rest and so that she can keep him warm, and he jokes "I don't want to wrestle." She doesn't have to do this, he's fine. He's not being a manly man who doesn't need anything, it's just that she's offering something that's hard to accept for him. She offers him a place to let go and stop pushing on. And he doesn't think she needs to do that, he is not fatally injured or anything, he'll be fine. But she wants him to be comfortable. She sees him, and is there for him.
At his mother's hospital bed in "Herrenvolk," she reaches for him and he lets himself cry into her shoulder. It's not just an emotional scene because of what he's going through. It's that he's allowing himself to truly let himself go in front of her. She reaches for him and he gives in and leans his face against her shoulder, holds onto her, letting her hold him. Letting her hold him. That's the really crucial point. Who has ever done that for him before? Who has ever allowed him his pain and told him it's okay, I know you have to feel like this right now, I know you're hurting, and I will be your tether for as long as you have to lose yourself in this?
"Sein und Zeit" -- he clings to her so tightly, lets her be his lifeline in this moment, as he knows she wants to be that for him. Letting go like that is so, so scary. There is always the fear that it will change someone's opinion of you. Make them think you're weak. Let them know what gets to you, and then you will always always always have to deal with them looking at you trying to asses how okay you are in stressful situations. It leaves you wide open and vulnerable. Learning that she doesn't expect him to be strong, that she doesn't believe that things don't affect him, that's a new concept. It requires so much trust.
Being able to take an offered hand is really fucking difficult, especially when you've been conditioned to be the one doing the reaching out. Leaning on someone is terrifying. Some patterns are hard to unlearn. But her steady presence finally allows him to show weakness and trust her to catch him when he falls. It lets him understand that he's allowed to fall sometimes.
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No Looking Back
minnie x f!reader . 2,572K words
tags: older minnie/age gap. alcohol. use of âgirlâ and other feminine terms. vaginal fingering.
synopsis: minnie is a regular at your cafe job. after one particularly hard day, she runs into you and helps you out in more ways than one.
Minnie hands you a glass of wine before she sits down beside you on her couchâ albeit probably too close, but the smell of her perfume and her radiating body heat next to you makes any doubt disappear immediately.
âSo how long have you been there?â She asks, ruffling a hand through her hair. You shoot her a look. âThe cafe, I mean.â She chuckles.
âOh! About a year now. My last job wasnât getting me by, but the pay here is a little better and the tips are good. Iâm thinking about quitting though because last weââ You catch yourself.
âSorry. I ramble when Iâm nervous. But a year. Iâve been there a year.â You chuckle awkwardly, catching minnieâs gaze as she looks at you with a warm smile.
âWhy are you nervous, baby?â
You feel your face go hot and it takes every fiber within you not to start giggling like an idiot.
You donât really remember how you got here exactly, but you do remember crying profusely and running into one of your regulars at your job.
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It was raining and you had just worked a shift from hell. Customers yelling in your face, whipped cream and green tea spilled over your pants and shoesâ the whole nine yards. You practically run out of the cafe on your way to your car. You huddle to yourself, as if it will make the rain avoid you specifically given you forgot your umbrella. You sit down in your passenger seat momentarily, and for the first time in six hours, you breathe. Ready to go home and shower and probably cry, you start your car. Or try to at least. You turn the key again. And again. And again, but to no avail it doesnât start. At all.
You feel tears stinging at your eyes, but you blink them away and decide to get out and pop the hood. You donât know what youâre looking at. You just want to go home. Your hair is wet and your clothes are cold and damp.
At some point in between clocking out and having a breakdown in the rain, you ran into Minnie, a regular customer at your job that comes in every other day.
Shit.
You didnât know what bothered you more: being in this vulnerable position for anyone to walk by and wonder if you were crazy or really down on your luck or having the woman youâve had a crush on for literal months walking by and wonder if you were crazy or just really down on your luck. You prayed it was the ladder.
âAre you okay?â She asks after she gets out of her car, jogging towards you. âDo you need a jump?â
Sheâs in high waisted jeans and a blouse. Unlike yours, her hair and clothes dry. âHere,â Minnie says, passing you her umbrella as she goes to open your hood. Itâs useless now, but a kind gesture nonetheless.
âI donât know if itâll work,â You whisper, âWith the rain and all.â
âAre you locked out your car?â She asks, concerningly.
âNo.â You say calmly.
âSo why didnât yoââ She pauses and laughs softly, understanding youâre in a particularly vulnerable state.
âLook,â Minnie pauses. âI live right there. Why donât I take you to my place really quick so you can dry off and when the rain stops, Iâll come give you a jump, hmm?â She says with that same familiar smile that made you weak in the knees when you see it.
As charming as she is, you didnât want to be pitied, even if you were quite literally having a breakdown outside of your job.
âI donât know, Itâsââ
âCome on!â She says pulling you to her car by your arm. Not letting you finish your potential objection.
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âThinking about whatâs gonna happen to my car if itâs broken. Thinking about how Iâm in a strangerâs huge fucking apartment as I wear her clothes. You know⊠the usual.â You joke and Minnie gives you that same warm smile as she chuckles. You finish the rest of your wine in one sip. Minnie gives you a concerning look before doing the same just for the hell of it.
âI feel like I only had a shitty shift because I didnât see you today.â You say, entirely too late to take back.
Before you can try to awkwardly change the subject, âI canât tell if youâre blaming me for your shitty day or if you missed me.â She says jokingly and you immediately feel a relief fall over you.
âWhat? Of course not!â
âOf course you didnât miss me? Wow⊠Here I thought I was a favorite of yours.â Minnie says fake dramatically and for the first time all day, you feel a real genuine smile creep on your face.
âIâve always wanted to ask, is Minnie short for something?â You inquire, your nerves slowly zipping away from the glass of wine.
Her eyes light, âNo, actually.â She says matter of fact-ly. âItâs just a nickname. My real names Nicha.â
âNicha,â you repeat to yourself, âThatâs pretty. Itâs fitting.â
You regret meeting her eyes because the look sheâs giving you makes you want to dart your eyes in the opposite direction, but in fear of looking like a pussy in front of the most attractive woman youâve ever seen, you hold it.
Minnie is looking at you, eyes low and smiling. âYouâre so pretty, you know that? Not used to seeing you outside of your work.â
You feel your stomach tingle and your face heat up again. âYeah?â You say, deciding to play this little game with her back.
âYeah. You look even better in my clothes too.â She adds.
In the back of your mind, you knew this was crazy. Going to the home of a woman you barely know, letting her wash your clothes and putting you in herâs. Letting her offer you alchoholâat worseâ drinking it.
âWas this your plan?â You ask, voice low and sultry. âGet some drinks in me. Try to jump my bones?â
Minnie scoots closer to you, âWhat? Of course not!â She says, mocking you from a few moments ago. âAnd donât say it like that. Making me sound like a creep.â She jokes and shows you that smile you canât seem to get enough of right now.
Minnie gently takes your hand and opens it. âDâyou want me to stop, baby?â
Fuck.
âNo.â
âGood.â She brings your hand to her mouth and presses a light kiss to your palm. You look at her with desperate eyes.
âYouâve had such a hard day,â Minnie coos, face inching towards you. âCan I make you feel better?â She whispers into your ear, as if there was anyone else around. You nod, saying yes to whatever that entails.
She kisses the sensitive skin where your ear meets your neck and you let out a soft gasp. You couldnât believe this. You gently move her face in front of yours, holding her by her chin with your fingers. She bites her bottom lip mindlessly as she looks at yours. Minnieâs eyes flicker up to yours. âCan I kiss you?â She whispers, and you waste no time closing the gap between the two of you. Her lips press against yours firmly before she opens her mouth to take in your lower lip. She sucks at your lips slowly as you moan in between kisses. She tastes sweet like expensive wine and her lips are just as soft as you imagined.
Minnieâs hands find your hips and she grips them, tugging you closer. She pops her mouth off of yours and latches onto your neck. She gathers a part of skin between her teeth before biting down, you gasp unexpectedly before she soothes it with her velvet wet tongue and plump lips.
Youâre dizzy. This is all too much. Itâs too much, but you canât help but want more.
She nips and sucks at various spots of your neck, ones that you are sure will leave marks, but you canât find it in you to care. She comes off of your neck to meet your eyes, her nose touching yours. Minnie tugs at the bottom of the shirt of hers that you had on. She looks at you for permission and as soon as you give her a nod, she begins to bunch up the shirt at your collarbone, leaving your chest bare and exposed. Minnie places her hand on the small of your back before laying you down on her couch as she settles between your legs.
Mindlessly, your hands go to cover your breasts. That is until Minnie goes to lean down towards your ear. âDonât hide from me. Youâre so beautiful.â She says kissing at your neck again. âWanna see you,â Her hands gently cover yours and move them away, âAll of you.â Still holding your hands at your sides, she wraps her mouth around your nipple and you involuntarily whimper at the warm, slick contact. She twirls her tongue around it repeatedly, each time trying to earn another one of the beautiful sounds you make. She lets go of one of your hands, but you keep it there. In obedience. She uses her now free hand to pinch at your unoccupied bud, making you yelp and clench your fist. She switches to the newly pinched nipple and sucks as she kneads your opposite boob with her other hand, now leaving you with two free hands.
You use this as an opportunity to cup the back of her head with your hands as she sucks on your breasts repeatedly. Your hips buck into her involuntarily, wanting more of whatever was going on. You moan out into the open space again before asking, âMore.â
It was all you could manage to say right now. Minnie pops off of your nipple and looks up from you at this position, âMore what, pretty girl?â You groan at her and move your hips against her body, desperate for any sort of friction.
âI want you.â You say, low, for her ears only.
âYeah?â She teases you as she creeps one hand up from your chest to your lips. She cups your face, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. Without her even asking, you open your mouth, allowing her to slip her thumb in with ease. You wrapped your tongue around the lone digit, watching her eye your mouth in adoration.
She slips her thumb from your lips and slowly replaces them with her middle fingers and like before, you obey and suck. You allow her to push them back into your mouth, you coat her long digits in your saliva as you moan around them. âLook at you. Such a good girl.â Minnie muttered. âA good girl just for me.â She grins. Her praise was making your head spin.
Minnie pulls her fingers out of your mouth and lays against you,holding herself up on the forearm surrounding your head. She slips a hand into the front of the shorts she gave you. Your underwear was in the wash along with the rest of your clothes, youâve never been more grateful, for the sole fact that her slick wet fingers immediately met your clit, making you gasp softly.
âPlease.â You beg. Now feeling extremely desperate to feel her inside of you. She kisses your cheek and shushes you. âShhh. Patience, love.â She whispers. Her fingers circle your clit once more before teasing at your entrance. âFuck, youâre so wet for me.â She teases.
Her mouth finds yours as she kisses you, slow and languid. Itâs at this point too that she decides to push her fingers into you, making you groan into her mouth at the feeling. Minnie starts off slow, her fingers pumping in and out of you at an excruciating pace for you. You whined at the sensation. âPleaseâ Go faster.â You whimpered against her mouth.
âIâve always wanted to have you like this. Always wanted to fuck you.â She says, almost as a confession. If you werenât physically at a loss for words, youâd tell her the same. Youâd tell her about how you always eyed her long fingers and strong hands as you took her order. About how good you thought her plump lips and nose would look under you as you rode her face. If only she knew.
She fucks her fingers into you more firmly now, at a new pace that makes you moan with every pump. A pace that makes you grip at her arm, your nails digging into her flesh. âF-fuck Minnie. Please.â She bites at your neck once more. The multiple stimulations making you mewl like a fucking kitten.
She comes up from the crook of your neck to admire your face. Your face flushed with a glowy sheenâ sheâd swear sheâs never seen a more beautiful sight. You continue to babble nonsense and whine as she fucks into you, you feel a knot forming in your stomach as youâre being inched closer to release.
âSay my name.â She says softly, almost sounding desperate, but still demanding.
You moan and attempt to do as she says, âMiâ.â
âNu uh,â She interrupts you, grinning, âMy real name.â
As soon as she said that, she began to speed up, her fingers hitting a spot that you felt were sure to make you cum around them soon. Barely able to speak, âN-NichaâŠâ You whimpered. You feel her smile against your bare skin. Your hips begin to buck against her hand. She sucks on your neck, her face finding that same spot that earns the familiar noises from you. âClose, NichaâŠclose.â You mutter out between moans. You knew you werenât going to be able to last long.
The movements of Minnieâs fingers in your pussy weâre becoming sloppier as you clenched around her. âThere you go,â she coos, âCome for me, pretty girl.â And with one last praise, your walls tighten around her fingers and your hips grind against her, hard and desperate. You let out a string of curses and whimpers followed by her name as she kissed you all over. âWant you to cum all over my fingers.â She says, sending you over the edge with one last whine before entirely riding out your climax.
Your heavy pants fill the entire room. Minnieâs forehead touches yours while she hovers over you. You decide to break the gap again and meet her in a long, slick fluid kiss. You could feel her fingers still inside of you before she slowly pulls them out of you. Her face still centimeters away from yours, she puts her fingers into her mouth, allowing herself to taste you before turning her head to pull you into a deep kiss once more. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on her lipsâ you swear youâve never been more turned on. You stay like that for a few mere moments before the beeping of her dryer snaps the two of you out of it.
âDo you feel better, baby?â She asks, coming off of you and sitting up. She fixes her hair and adjusts her shirt.
âMuch better.â You say, offering her that same shit eating grin in return.
Minnie cups your face with her free hand, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek before standing up from the couch.
âIâll go get your clothesâŠâ
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ex and the city (simon riley x female reader)
inspired by s2 ep18 of sex and the city (currently on a binge). miranda and steve are the cutest (pls don't spoil)
ANGSTY
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fuck, it was him.
simon stood at the other side of your door, glaring into your peephole. you stepped back quickly, hand covering your mouth in shock. after running away from him on the street the other day, you hadn't expected him to show up. maybe you could just not answer, pretend it never happened and- "can hear ya breathin', dove." shit.
you quickly unlocked the door, trying to compose yourself. "simon! hi!" shit you needed to calm down. that is not how an ex-fiancee would treat her almost-husband. "shitty thing you did, runnin' like a rabbit fr'm me." your eyebrows rose. he was going for it. "i didn't run!" he looked at you, dead-eyed. letting the silence hang over you like a dark cloud, the air growing tense in your apartment hallway behind him.
"you ran." you ran a hand down your face, the other tightening your grip on your door. "well, i wasn't expecting to see you and- i just-" your voice choked, an attempt at hiding back your tears. "hurt my feelin's, dove." simon kept his arms crossed, staring down at you. he never did talk about his feelings much, but seeing the woman who was supposed to be his wife, his forever, run away from him? that hurt even a dead man like him.
"well i don't do very well with ex-boyfriends and..." you trailed off, staring at your toes. the tears were hot behind your eyes now, months of frustration and longing boiling to the surface. "dove..." he reached out and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. the feeling of his gloves against your skin was so familiar you almost closed your eyes, but snapped them open when you remembered. "this is me. simon." you nodded, throat thick. you shrugged, struggling to find the words to convey how you survived without him for the past four months. you decided on a simple, "yeah."
"i held your head while you wer' sleepin'." simon took off his mask, tucking it in his pocket. his hair was a bit longer since the last time you saw it. his face a bit scruffy, sporting a few new scars from the last deployment you had screamed at him for. your neighbor appeared behind him, tilting her head back as she pretended not to listen. you turned away, rubbing at your eyes as they got red. he took the silent invite and ran with it, stepping through and closing the door before your neighbor saw you vulnerable. always protecting you physically, even when he couldn't emotionally.
"im sorry. im so sorry it- i just-" you rubbed at your chest, an aching spot forming behind your rib cage. "shh dove, s'ok, yer ok." he reached for you and then stopped himself. he didn't get that privilege anymore. "i just hadn't seen you in so long and i thought you might have died and i missed you simon..." your voice cracked at his name, the taste of it so familiar. like a warm hot chocolate on a winter's day, a cool lemonade on a summer's night. "im a shitty person! you'd never do anything that shitty."
he chuckled. you, always idolizing him, making him out to be a golden boy when really he was rotting, a half-dead thing for you to play with. "showed up to yer apartment in the middle of the day an' called yer landlord to make sure you were in. what'dya call that?" a sob rose from your throat, the humor of what he said hitting you hard. "yeah that was pretty shitty." you nodded, rewarding him with a weak smile and a half-angry tone.
"i miss you. in my bones, si." his eyes were wet, crinkling in the leftover eye-black. "im here, dove. what'rya doin' friday?" you let out a sob again, covering your mouth. "i have a date." fuck, he'd kill him. he'd let johnny plant mines and put gaz on intelligence and ask price to redeem that one favor from a year ago. he'd make it look like an purposeful accident, a gas leak or a water heater explosion. something where even the man's family couldn't get any money. he ran his hands through his hair, a nervous tick he only showed in front of you.
"can't pretend to be happy for ya, dove. can't be a better man on this." and suddenly you were hugging him, hands reaching over his shoulders as you stood on familiar tiptoes. his hands automatically circled your waist, the feel of it engrained in his soul. something he could describe from memory. "lets just...stay here awhile. okay?" he nodded into your hair, breathing in that familiar scent. he had another chance at making you his wife and he wasn't going to lose it again.
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i kinda want to write one of these for all of the 141?? we'll see.
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Mr. & Mrs. Hunt (Chapter 4/7)
Mini-Series Summary: Two of the most stubborn people in the group partnered together for an undercover mission are also the two people with the most hatred for each other, so what could go wrong? Or is it, what COULDNâT go wrong?âŠ
Pairing:Â Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader
Word Count:Â 3900+
A/N Note:Â Only a few more chapters to go (I think, but we're both lost on how long this series will be.) Thank you guys for reading and as always, thank you for the love and support!
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Chapter 4:
Y/N's POV
It wasnât him. It was 100% me. I did this to myself. I built a wall so quickly around him because I didnât want to like the man behind my misery.Â
My teammates knew enough about my backstory to think they had an idea of my reason for joining SHIELD: helping the little guy because, at one point, you were the little guyâthe manipulated guyâthe one who no one saved, so you had to save yourselfâand now anyone else who canât do it for themselves.Â
Yet, there were so many other things I kept for myself, and things files couldnât tell you. No files existed of them, and Iâm glad because I didnât want the pity.Â
James Buchanan Barnes was the reason behind my abuse. Not personally, but my abuser was obsessed with his accomplishments under the German and Russian terrorist organizations and wanted to make a female, more skilled, discrete, and sleeker version of the Winter Soldier.Â
Who fucking didnât, right? God, every goddamn evil bastard on this godforsaken shit show of a planet wants to remake something that was a once in a lifetime kind of thing and crack more than a few eggs to get to that point. Selfish assholeâŠ
Being constantly compared to him and then beaten for not hitting the unreachable mark of the man I was âof no comparison toâ after years of trying to hit that standard, and then being asked to be on a team with him? A lot of emotions hit me like a train when I got that news.Â
Will I amount to being the trained spy and agent I am for Shield with him by my side? Will he make me look like a completely pointless addition to the team? After five years of already working with the Avengers and then learning who the Winter Solider was? Steveâs best friend and probably the only person he could relate to in their journey? All the way to having to work with him⊠The change-up was instantaneous, where I would have begged for baby steps.Â
Then again, when has the world made it easy for me?
So yes. I was an ass and kept him further than arm's length away to stay safe from learning that he was a good guy when I wasnât ready to like him yet. I had a lot of trauma I never thought Iâd have to work through with the infamous man himself, and that irritation and annoyance just continued when he finally matched my energy, and we never strayed from that relationship until⊠now.
And here he was, genuinely asking what HE did wrong when I was the reason for our enemiesâ plot line.Â
âBucky, I donât think I can talk about this right now,â I breathed out slowly, feeling the tears prick in my eyes.
It had been a minute since I cried and felt this vulnerable, and I couldnât seem to stop it. I think subconsciously, I didnât want to stop it, but my mind was begging my body to hold out until he was out of the room.Â
âY/N, if I did something to you, I didnât realize-âÂ
âYou wouldnât have known,â I whisper, not trusting my voice to stay steady, but also not wanting to put anymore of the blame on him from here on out.Â
He wasnât a bad guy.
He had proved himself time and time again to be a really good guy. Even when he broke and decided he hated me back, he still had his moments when he put it aside and showed chivalry. I admired him for it even when I ignored the admiration.Â
Makes it hard to fully hate a guy who made sure ladies werenât opening any doors for themselves. Or a man who remembered Morganâs birthday and bought her an ice cream cake before stealing Steveâs shield to sled down a hill her dad told her not to. Or a man you treat like absolute shit 99% of the time, and he still checks on you when you have nightmares, and he grabs water and an ice pack and helps you even out your breathing before waiting for you to go back to sleep.Â
I didnât ask him for the help, and he never mentioned the handful of times he fell into the routine of soothing me back to sleep. Never brought it up, never made me feel like I owed him, and never hinted at remembering such kindness.Â
But now?
âYou wouldnât have known why it started this way to begin with. And you likely wonât,â I sigh, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth before turning around; a lot more put together, even if it was just a mask I had learned to put on most of my life.Â
âI donât understand,â Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at my disposition.Â
âI donât expect you to, but maybe we should go to sleep and talk about it later. Itâs getting late, and you have to go to your âjobâ tomorrow,â I say with hand quotes. âWe have to keep the ruse going.âÂ
âA few hours of sleep doesnât affect me,â Bucky shook his head, and I could see him itching to put his hands back on me, but he held back. âPlease. I need to know what the hell I did.âÂ
âAgain, Bucky,â I say sternly this time, all emotion Iâm struggling to keep at bay shoved down. âYou are not at fault, and tomorrow Iâll talk to you, but for now, I need to sleep on it.â
He read my face for lies, and I kept it neutral. I wasnât going to break here. Now was not the time. I needed space to think about how I was going to approach this after so long of avoiding it and being put on the spot wasnât going to work for me.Â
âOk,â he said, softer than I think I ever heard him talk. His eyes were soft and sensitive, and I didnât know how I felt about itâŠ
He turned and walked out of my room, gently shutting the door behind him and turning off the overhead light he had originally flashed on.Â
I didnât instantly head straight to bed. I stared at the doorway in the dark, seeing the faint silhouette of the barrier between us. He was still on the other side, and I could hear his heart rate higher than normal.
This was affecting him more than I thought it would. Why was he so worried about what I thought of him? He didnât seem bothered by my disinterest in the past. Or at least I didnât figure he did.Â
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When I woke up, Bucky was already gone. His truck, normally in the driveway, was missing, and I knew he had taken off for our mission report.Â
Thankful, I took the time to make my coffee, sit on the front porch, and watch the neighborhood take on its morning routine.Â
People were on runs with their family dogs, moms were doing their morning walks with strollers, some neighbors were out already tending to their gardens, and everything suburban seemed to be on track.Â
Towards the end of my cup, I notice Ms. Bauer coming back from her jog she must have taken earlier than the others.Â
âOh, hello, neighbor!â she shouted when she spotted me, uniformly checking our house like her head was on a swivel if she heard a pen drop in it.Â
Still in her jog, she sashayed over to my lawn, and I mumbled, âHere we go,â smiling at her as she followed the sidewalk to our steps.Â
âHow are you doing today, Bethanne?â I grin standing from my patio chair and going down the steps to meet her at the bottom of the flight. âIs there a run club I didnât know about? Youâre the 10th person Iâve seen getting a head start on their steps for the day.âÂ
She laughed and waved a hand at me before taking an earbud out, pausing her music on her watch, and placing her hands on her hips as she looked up at me.Â
âThere is actually a mommy and me walking club on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Depending on the weather, of course, but who knows,â she grinned up at me. âMaybe you can be joining it sooner than you thought.â
âMaybe not as soon as you think,â I laughed, holding my mug tighter with both hands so I wouldnât strangle her instead and leaning on the banister. âWe wanted at least a year in the house by ourselves before we add another set of feet to the chaos,â I scrunch my nose and add, âbut Iâm excited for the day Beau and I have a mini-version of us running around here.âÂ
âSpeaking of Beau,â she grins, looking to the driveway. âWhere is he today? Heâs usually home with you most of the time, right?â
âOh, it was time for him to get back to work. He took off for a few weeks to get moved in and spend time with me before we had to get back to the real world,â I answer as planned.Â
âThatâs right. I think I remember you guys talking about that at the first block party,â she nodded, watching me carefully for slip-ups. âCan you believe itâs only been two weeks of you guys here? I feel like you two have been a part of the community for at least a year.âÂ
âYouâre sweet,â I gush convincingly and look out to the neighborhood for effect. âYou guys have really taken us in as your family, and you donât know how much I appreciate it. We appreciate it,â I correct and look off in the distance like Iâm thinking of my sweet, doting husband when, in reality, I was thinking of the day this mission was over and I could carry on with my normal life. âI donât think Iâve mentioned this. Beau isnât one to really talk about it, but his family life wasnât the best. Theyâve practically been strangers since he turned 18.âÂ
âOh, is that so?â she inched up, feeding on the new (fake) information.Â
I nod. âWhen we started dating, my family took him in as his own- well, I only had my dad around for most of my life, but they got along really well. He passed three years ago,â I give a tight-lipped look as I look down at my feet in sadness. âThey developed a bond, which wasnât hard considering who my dad was. He was the best, though we might be biased in thinking that. Taught Beau how to do a lot of things dads are supposed to teach their sons. Well,â I sniffle for added effect. âAnyway, weâre kinda on our own now. No extended family weâre close with, and with my dadâs passing, itâs really just us. So when I say weâre grateful for yâallâs hospitality, I mean it.â
She seemed to buy it, as much as an undercover convict could, and smiled kindly up at me before placing a hand on my arm.Â
âOf course, sweetheart. Weâre just lucky you two are some of the good ones. Youâd be surprised whoâs come in and hasnât made the cut. Lawns in disarray, unfriendly attitudes, and you know the list,â she winks and rolls her shoulders back before stretching in her spot. âSpeaking of being lovely neighbors, how would you and Beau feel about a dinner at our house? Reggie and I have been talking about having you over for quite some time now, and I think we can finally host.â Before I could ask, she stopped me and explained. âKitchen renovation. It was and still is a pain in my ass, but it should be doable for a small dinner.â
âThat sounds lovely,â I beam as much as I could act. It was the perfect next step, and the bait had been taken, but a part of me wanted to settle things with Bucky in our personal dispute before we put on our masks for the two main perpetrators. âLet me check with him and see what his schedule will look like now. Heâs getting some new orders today, and some things are changing in the company. Weâll know more tonight. But we will for sure make it work.âÂ
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After Bethanne told me some useless neighborhood gossip, she excused herself, and I went back inside to get ready for the day and consider how I would approach Bucky on our issue.Â
I knew it was time to be truthful, even if I dreaded it. Bucky had proven time and time again that he wasnât the enemy, and I needed to deal with my issues. I was tired of wasting energy on hatred and anger, and these last two weeks proved that Bucky wasnât the one who should have been receiving the blunt force end of my trauma.Â
I had until four in the evening to come up with an idea of how I wanted to go about it, but I had stress cleaned instead and couldnât come up with a non-terrifying way to approach this life-changing conversation.
Finally, I found it best we get dinner in the town over (as not to have any peaking eyes or eavesdropping ears as we dive into my life story I hadnât indulged to near anyone before), and I would talk to Bucky there. However, plans changed when Bucky came home.Â
From my spot in the kitchen, I heard him shout in his domesticated voice across the street, âNo, that sounds perfect! Weâd love to!â The door opened just as he finished his sentence, and his voice became clearer.Â
I moved around the island and slowly walked toward the door to get a view of who he was talking to, and I noticed Bethanne at her mailbox waving to Bucky.Â
I furrowed my eyebrows at the obvious commitment he put us in, and after he waved back, he shut the door behind him, looking at me, and dropped the act quickly.Â
âWhat did you just agree to?â I asked, nodding my head behind him.Â
He looked me up and down, and I almost forgot I had picked a new, semi-fancier sundress for our âsurprise anniversary dinnerâ (at least the front I was trying to put on for getting out of town without too much suspicion).
(Make whatever color you please or change it in your mind if you want! I'm choosing to pick it as a darker red.)
âYou look nice,â he says as his eyes trail back up to my own, and I swear I see him take a gulp.Â
âWhat did you agree to?â I asked again, focused more on what he had decided for us regarding Bethanne.Â
His previous shocked face faded away, and he rolled his eyes slightly before throwing his work bag to the side.
âBethanne invited us to dinner. I said yes because we need to build a relationship with them,â he replied stoically, as if my question was dumb and pointless.Â
I just stared at him and let my âpersonal vendettaâ look rest on my face. He studied me and had the decency to shrink ever so slightly.Â
âWhat?â
âWhat happened to discussing things first?â I said in an eerily calm voice.Â
âI didnât think accepting dinner at a home weâve been trying to get inside of for the last two weeks is something weâd have to discuss.â And now he straightens up, throwing his empty arms to the side.Â
A few seconds later, I yelled, âYou dipshit!â in a muffled grunt, keeping my voice down as much as I could handle and balling my fists in anger.Â
His eyebrows shoot up and he huffs with his chest puffed out as he marches to me. I see the intent in his eyes, and I start walking away towards the opposite room closest, needing a minute not to lose my shit, and if I have to look into his stupid azure eyes like he wants to read everything passing through my mind, Iâll break.
âDonât walk away from me,â he growls, and I shoot him a look over my shoulder as I shift my pace and head down the hallway to the bedrooms. âY/N, stop being a stubborn ass and-â
âUnless you want a heel thrown at your head, and youâre welcome for being civil about this, I suggest you leave me alone,â I shout behind me, turn sharply to the left, and go to my room.Â
âI donât even know what THIS is! You looked at me like you wanted to kill me when I walked in, and I havenât even talked to you today besides updates about work,â he said just as I slammed the door in his face. âOh, real mature. Shut the door like an adolescent. Wait, I forgot. You are oneâŠâ He mumbles the last part and I hear him lean on the door.
Instantly, I whip the door open, and he doesnât have time to predict his next move. He falls flat on his back on the wood floors of my room, only padded by a thin oriental rug I made Tony buy me.Â
Heâs winded from the fall and clutches his chest as I bend down next to him and say, âI said. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.â I stare at him for a second, solidifying my threat. I stand to walk out and only give him a glance as I pass the doorway.Â
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Buckyâs POV:
I left her the fuck alone.Â
I may have been royally pissed (that is a blatant ass understatement), but something about the look in Y/Nâs eyes told me not to push unless I wanted to wake up with my head no longer attached to my body.Â
I was too scared to leave her room in fear Iâd run into her when she wasnât ready and risk taking the chances of the guillotine earlier, so I sat on her bed and tried to rack my brain to where I slipped up to cause whatever the hell I walked in toâŠ
I knew almost instantly and realized what a stupid, simple mistake it was. Bethanne asking me to dinner set her off, I knew. But her comment about talking with each other before making decisions told me my mistake.Â
Something happened I didnât know of, and I may have just fucked whatever it was up. As for what it is? No goddamn clue. But using context clues and just basic reading of the body language, Y/N had already made a plan, and I threw it out the window, likely.
I heard footsteps before I could think further, and Y/N appeared in the doorway, taking a deep breath. She would have convinced me she was going to be civil if it wasnât for her history, but I was excited to see which lane she chose.Â
âOne thing before I bite my tongue,â she says in almost a whisper, like sheâs trying to keep her frustrations at bay. âYou make me want to shave my head like Britney Spears in 2007 75% of the time. This moment was almost a tipping point for that kind of outcome..â She lets out a long breath like she passed the test of keeping it together.Â
Surprisingly a lot more tame than I was expecting.Â
âGlad you got that out of your system. Now, please tell me what the hell happened?â I asked, keeping my guard up in case she resorted to her typical insults and fury.Â
âOh, now you want to communicate,â she mocks and walks to the bed, harshly sitting next to me but leaving a copious amount of space between us.Â
I let it slide because I know sheâs fighting bigger demons, like the urge to insult me, until I personally dig my own grave and say goodbye to my cruel reality.Â
âBethanne was goading us,â she answers, thankfully getting right to the point. âSomething about her proposition seemed off, and I wanted to clear some things up with you before we jumped on the offer.â
I nodded my head, seeing that my instantaneous reply wasnât thought out. That was on me, yes, but she also reacted extremely dramatically, expressing an odd feeling about the interaction instead of hard proof.Â
âWhat did she ask, and what was off about it?â I question, trying to stay mission based because something seemed off still.
âIt wasnât what it was but how she was asking. Something in her tone and the way she was looking at our house and me. Like she was trying to take in detail after detail up close. Checking for cracks in the foundation,â she answers and turns to me just slightly. âShe also said her kitchen was under renovation, and something felt off about it.âÂ
âThe vibes about our neighbor getting a kitchen renovation made you knock the wind out of me when you opened your door?â I said before I could think, but I didnât budge, my furrowed eyebrows aimed at her.Â
She matches my glare and turns her body fully to me.Â
âIt seemed like an excuse,â she answers slowly.Â
âTo what? Host a dinner? Thatâs kind of the opposite effect. Who would want to host a dinner when you have kitchen renovations? It means they trust us if theyâre willing to let us see a house thatâs not perfect like the front they put on.âÂ
âThatâs what you get from it, but I think they just planted a little seed of their own.âÂ
âWhat do you even mean?â
âKitchen Reno? Thatâs an excuse to say, âOh, Charlotte, I canât cook the chicken pot pie I was going to make for you two because our new oven hasnât been delivered and installed yet. You know? Because we have the kitchen under renovation? I completely forgot,ââ She acted in a convincing Bethanne impersonation and then quickly turned back to serious.Â
âYou got that from a kitchen reno comment?â I deadpanned after a minute.Â
âI got that from understanding women masterminds who know how to manipulate a situation. I am that woman, so I think I can read them pretty well,â she says confidently back.Â
Touché.
âAnd what if youâre wrong?â Her bitchface grew at my question.Â
âFirst off, Iâm not. Second off, even if I was wrong, we are supposed to consult each other about accepting invitations into the house of our suspect enemies,â she ran a hand through her hair, which I notice now looks styled differently. Did she curl it or have it blown out? And yes, I know what a blowout is. I have women friends and coworkers.
Yeah⊠I was in the wrong here, and thatâs on me. I wasnât thinking. I also had a long day snooping around for more information about this whole operation, but it isnât necessarily an excuse⊠Itâs not like I havenât worked on a case like this in the past. I mean, minus being fictitiously married to a coworker.Â
âIâm sorry,â I say, and she gives me a weird look. âWhat?â
âI wasnât expecting an apology,â she says, standing slowly and straightening her dress.Â
âI know when to accept I made a mistake,â I shrug and stand as well.Â
She studies my face like there's a retort thatâs going to follow, but I just stare at her silently, communicating that Iâm set on my apology.Â
âOkâŠâ she drags out, watching me as she steps toward the door. âWell, I guess we need to get ready for tonight. Considering we have dinner. With our neighbors. And we need to set up bugs if possible.â
âGuess so,â I nod, crossing my arms.Â
She stops suddenly and looks at me with a look of realization. âYouâre in my room.â She steps to the side, leaving room for me to leave, and avoids eye contact.Â
Sheâs still acting weird, but I need to change and get my head in the game for tonight, so I walk out with a subtle head nod as I leave.
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Another Rough Day
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Part Twenty of the Rough Day Series
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13.7K
Warnings:Â Angst, violence, canon-typical blood and gore, language, hurt/comfort
A/N: i wanna thank yall for sticking around during my hermit era, in the time ive been gone i am now officially a junior at a university majoring in aerospace and itâs a fuckin nightmare and i hate everything and god help us all literally kill me and I will be posting INCREDIBLY slowly because of that (Iâm talkin weeks or months in between updates yall, im sorry I canât dedicate more time to this but I am going to finish this fic within the next handful of chapters idk maybe 5 or 6 so you shouldnât have to wait too too long). As a heads up there will be hard angst as we enter the final arc, there will be hurt and itâll get dark but everything is gonna turn out alright so thanks for sticking with me and continuing to stick with me. im sorry if you dont like it or your expectations were subverted or if this isnât what youâd hoped it would be after following and waiting around for so long but this was planned a long time ago and it took me a good year or two to recognize that I started writing this fic for me and now Iâm going to end it writing for me and I hope yall can respect that
ALSO I asked my best BEST FRIEND in the entire world @cptnbvcks to collaborate with me for this after we both took a very long break from creating and she drew some GORGEOUS artwork for this chapter so it will be posted at the end, everyone please go follow her and say hello
ps brittany girl youâre a fuckin menace i had to use my own two ears and listen to ethan literally say the words âthe mandalorian cums, hardâ what the fuck was that im actually suing
anyways chapter below the cut lets get serious yall
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You take two of them down before they even realize theyâre being attacked.
Your aim is as swift and steady as if Din were behind your shoulder right now, calmly pointing out which stationary tree to hit next in rapid succession. Â Youâre positioned perfectly at the bottom of the ramp to take full advantage of the ambush, the only thing running through your mind is strategy and the constant calculating of angles and ricochets. Â The other three troopers are trapped inside the open Crest and youâre right next to a large boulder that you can step behind for cover, but it proves unnecessary as the rumors were apparently true.
Theyâre⊠awful.
Not a single blaster is even fired in your directionâyou think you see maybe one panicked red shot bounce around in the hull, but thatâs it. Â The troopers fumble for their guns and trip over each other at the unexpected attackâa few scream like children through the modulators, but youâre temporarily deaf to anything besides the screech of your weapon hitting its target and the crumpling of armored bodies.
Later on, if someone were to ask you to describe exactly what happenedâwho died first, who ran for cover, who cried out for helpâyou donât think youâd be able to. Â You donât even really feel like a person right now. Â The entire thing is cold, robotic survival instinct, pure ruthlessness rising in your soul for the first time in your life. Â It feels sick. Â Wrong in your bones. Â Born from preemptive defense in fear of your life, but that doesnât mean you stop. Â Not until all of them stop moving.
You empty the entire fucking canister for a handful of stormtroopers, firing plasma and char marks across every square inch of the pristine hull even after the last one drops. Â Your heart is beating too fast, your finger keeps pulling the trigger multiple times even after the blaster clicks uselessly, completely empty and beeping a warning that it mustâve begun emitting ages ago. Â Being out of ammo scares youâyou suddenly feel vulnerable, even though the very far away logical part of your mind reminds you that they have to all be dead at this point and no physical threat was ever able to graze you.
Regardless, you quickly spin behind the boulder and grab another canister from your belt, giving it a spare check for leaks while the empty one slides and drops to the rocky ground. Â Itâs the first time youâve ever had to reload this weapon instead of just pointing and shooting, but the mechanics are relatively simple and your brain makes up for your lack of coherent thoughts with lightning fast perception. Â What's difficult is that your hands are starting to shake now that youâre not aiming, youâre not breathing correctly because youâre not really breathing at all. Â You canât tell the difference between the adrenaline-fueled dissociative silence that muffles everything around you or if it really is just that quiet now. Â No more clatter of armor, no modulated voices or terrified screams. Â No blasters, no footsteps along the ramp, no birds singing.
You quickly pause to lift your elbow and check the enormous eyes blinking up at you, tiny claws still holding tight to the fabric of your tunic and completely unharmed, and then you force yourself to move. Â The blaster is held out in front of you while you walk forward and your finger rests on the trigger, begging to be pulled again. Â Itâs suspenseful and terrifying in a different way than beforeânow itâs less about psyching yourself up for confrontation and more about the fact that any sudden movement could mean your very swift end.
Silence.  Silence.  Youâre numb and raw at the same time, walking up the ramp as your eyes fly everywhere, not even registering the blood or gore, just searching for movement.  You donât know if you feel like a predator or prey, youâre that much more brutal and inhuman because of how fucking terrified you are.  You count four stormtroopers in the hull laying crumpled and still on the metal floor, but the one in the far corner only has blood on his shoulder.  You quickly swing the blaster around to remedy that, but thenïżœïżœ
âP-Please donât kill me!â
His words remind you of something. Â Reality, maybe. Â A world outside yourself and the kidâs survival, the living beings behind the bloody armor your enemies wear.
Itâs a miracle your finger stays hovering over the trigger, and you watch him throw the blaster at your feet with a clang and scramble to show you his empty hands. Â âPlease donât kill me, please donât kill meâIâm not loyal to the Empire, I donât want to be here, please, I donât want to die, I donât want to dieââ
Behind the mask, your expression furrows. Â Stormtroopers are loyal to the bitter end, what is he saying? Â They embrace their expendiality, itâs the only thing that makes them any sort of a real threat. Â Kuiil told you horror stories about them during your childhood, the cloning facilities and the propaganda theyâre force fed since infancy. Â Itâs nearly impossible to find one who hasnât been raised from birth to serve the Empire, no matter how crumbled and trace its remaining authority may be.
No, this is a trap, it has to be. Â Your expression twists with dread after hearing him speak, readjusting your aim with the blaster and preparing yourself for the years of nightmares thatâll followâbut then he cries out, âWait!â and then removes his helmet with trembling hands.
You pause, staring down at him in shock.
Itâs him, you recognize him immediately. Â Itâs the same face from a hologram puck you bore into your memory, spent multiple days staring at so youâd be able to spot him under any disguise or circumstances. Â Oshua Ryler. Â Your quarry, the fifth puck, the one Din was out Maker knows where searching for before this entire mess happened. Â A stormtrooper? Â His puck said nothing about the Empire, this doesnât make any sense. Â What is he doing here? Â Stormtroopers donât have pucks, they donât have bounties or relatives or loved ones searching for them. Â Theyâre brainwashed, replaceable, faceless soldiers in suits of armor and they donât even have names.
âPlease donât kill me,â he begs again, staring at you with wide eyes even as he cowers. Â âI have a family, I-I just want to go home, pleaseââ
âShut up.â Â You canât think straight with him crying like that and youâre wasting so much time just standing here trying to process when your brain had to literally shut itself down to even do the things youâve already done. Â You have to kill him and escape, you have toâyou canât trust this complication, not with the tiny claws currently digging into your back and reminding you of your purpose, but it was so much easier when he had on a helmet. Â You hate looking at his face. Â Itâs going to haunt your dreams now, just like the man you stabbed on Corellia.
âPlease donât kill meâplease donât kill me,â he screws his eyes up and breathes over and over instead, and your stomach wrenches with disgust. Â His posture and expression are so fucking pitiful, you can barely keep your eyes on him through the overwhelming nausea and aversion that climbs up your throat. Â Heâs with the Empire, and theyâre looking for the baby. Â You know what needs to be done. Â Pull the trigger, just one small movement from you and itâll be all over. Â It would be the easiest thing in the world, it would be so easy.
But then instead, you ask, âWhy are you a stormtrooper?â
âIâm n-notâI hate the Empireââ
âThe Empire is ashes.â Â You donât know if youâre yelling or whispering with how much blood is roaring through your ears. Â âThey hold no power anymore. Â Why are you with them?â
âBecause the one thing they have left is money!â  The quarry shrills the words at you, ghostly pale to the point of turning green.  âTh-They buy troopers nowâthey opened up a whole new market for the smugglers, thereâs a base nearby thatâs used for training andâŠâ  He stares wide eyed at you and gulps.  âC-Conditioning.â
Your brain is already going a trillion lightyears an hour and it doesnât have the capacity to empathize or understand anything beyond the childâs survival and the relevant details right now. Â âWere they expecting the baby?â
âW-What?â Â He squeaks up at you.
âWas the bounty put out on you a trap set by the Empire?â Â You ask him, lifting your free arm just enough to flash him the tiny child clinging to your side. Â âHe said theyâre coming after the baby, so tell me if this was planned from the beginning.â
âWho is âheâ?â Â The stormtrooper asks, furrowing his eyebrows and looking around. Â âWhat are you talkiââ
âTell me if the bounty on you was a trap to take this baby!â Â You roar, your blaster shaking as you aim it down at him. Â Your mind is acutely focused on the tiny claws hanging onto your tunic, the continued safety of the kid and the life or death situation facing him that you were given absolutely no information about. Â âNowââ
âIf it was I didnât know!â Â He quickly cries out, pleading with you and clamping his eyes shut in terror under the barrel sight. Â âI donât know anything about a b-baby, or a bounty! Â They just put blasters in our hands and told us to search for a ship and to bring back anyone we find alive, I swear!â
Youâre silent for a moment, biting your lip under the mask and caught halfway between discerning and stalling. Â You could still kill him. Â You should still kill him, time is ticking down and more troopers could be heading this way any second.
Shit. Â âWho put the bounty out on you?â Â You ask sharply. Â It might not be a completely fair question, but he canât exactly blame you for not feeling completely fair right now.
âIâI donât know,â he gasps, clutching his bleeding shoulder. Â âCouldâve been anyoneâmy mother, Cyra, o-or my dad, Obediah, or Thia, or Benja, or Sââ
âThia,â you interrupt his rambling, catching the slurred word and repeating it back to him.
âYes!â Â Oshua jerks his head up, tears and hope immediately filling his eyes at the sound of her name, âYes, Thiadura Celi Ryler, thatâs my sister!â
Maker, if heâs lying, then heâs fucking brilliant at it.  You look towards the cockpit of the ship, biting your lip under the mask.  Get to Nevarro, tell Karga and heâll⊠something.  Din was cut off before he finished.  Help?  Know what to do?  Youâre lost, but you have a clear directive and the precious seconds are sliding by.  The controls are right up there, two steps to the ladder and less than a minute until youâre rising into the atmosphere.
But then you think back to the terror in Dinâs voice. Â The blistering panic that made him speak faster and with more urgency than youâve ever heard from him. Â Get to Nevarro. Â Tell Karga. Â Get to Nevarro. Â Tell Karga.
You look back at the quarry. Â âHow many of you are there?â
âAt the base? Â Around three hundred,â he immediately spills. Â âHalf of us are in the hole right now getting brainwashed, they do it in shifts, but they can be mobilized in a few hours. Â There were a lot of bodies outside when we were ordered to split off, maybe a third of our squadron, but the rest were still shooting at whatever wasââ
âSo around a hundred left,â Â You finish breathlessly, almost wanting him to speak faster and cut to the chase so you can calculate quicker. Â âHow many were dispatched on the search?â
âUh, there were eight groups of five sent in each major direction,â he informs you, still trembling on the ground. Â âTold us not to come back until we covered the entire sector.â
Of which, four youâve already taken care of. Â In other circumstances, youâd be nauseated at the thought, but right now, itâs just another number to subtract, just more panicked math in Dinâs frightening absence. Â That leaves at least sixty troopers left wherever the base is, minimum, and likely a couple more hours before theyâve combed the sector. Â If this wasnât a preconceived trap purposefully set for the kid, then that means reinforcements havenât arrived yet but likely will soon. Â And if this is a base meant for training and conditioning, then that also means thereâs a chance not all of them will be loyal yet.
You make the decision immediately.
âOkay,â you announce, clicking the blasterâs safety switch and holstering it, sounding lightyears more certain than you feel. Â âThen youâre going to help me carry out a rescue mission, and Iâll take you back to your sister.â
âYouâŠâ  He looks uncertain, blinking at your blaster and slowly lowering his hands.  âYou want to rescue the men?â
Ideally? Â Sure. Â Realistically? Â You donât say anything in response. Â Instead, you kick his regulation firearm at your feet further away from the quarry just in case your judgment is flawed, and then turn around and grab one of the bodies behind you.
Your adrenaline is still blaring so fast that you only just barely note the severity of what youâve just done and what youâre continuing to do. Â The corpses arenât real to you right now, theyâre inanimate things that you need out of your ship before you can close the doors to it. Â They are, however, heavy as fuck, but the only other adult here has a wound in his arm from the gun on your hip. Â Regardless, you have experience with lifting dead weight without a big, strong, capable man to do it for you.
âHelp me out here, kid,â you mutter over your shoulder, and in response, you feel his claws dig in and climb up just a little bit until he can peek out in front of you. Â Thankfully, the burden is suddenly lifted and you can quickly slide the dead troopers down the ramp with ease. Â It takes hardly any time at allâyou just yank and haul and release and all four of them tumble the rest of the way all by themselves.
When you stand back up, Oshua hasnât moved and heâs looking at you with a pale, queasy expression. Â Glancing down, you see that your white robe is now stained with streaks and patches of rusty blood. Â Instead of swallowing back bile at the sight and bolting to the shower to scrub off every last remaining trace, you breeze past it, noting nothing more than a change of color. Â Dirtying your white, pristine clothing with the consequences of protecting this babyâyouâd rather have blood-soaked fabric with an unharmed kid clinging to you than any other combination of those things.
âCan you make it up to the cockpit?â  You ask the quarry, kicking his rifle off the ship before closing the ramp and then gesturing up the ladder.  Your voice is calm and steady but your hands are beginning to shake again.  âI need as much information as possible about the base.â  You know thatâs where Din is, judging from the wall of blaster screeches that drowned him out through the comm.  Logically, you know you could be headed right into a trap, and every instinct inside you wants to find safety, but⊠you just cannot imagine flying the ship away from this planet without Din onboard.  It isnât fucking happening, youâve made your choice.
Without waiting for a response, you climb the ladder and plop down in the pilotâs seat of the Crest. Â While Oshua finds some way to clamber up the steps behind you in bulky stormtrooper armor with one good arm, you hold the kid closer on your lap and begin flight checking. Â Din will be fucking furious, but the scolding youâll be sure to get is the least of your worries right now. Â Following his instructions and going back to Nevarro is just making shit infinitely more dangerous for him, turning what could be a potential rescue mission into an undeniable suicide mission. Â Even if Karga somehow decides to send a few guild members along to infiltrate the base, itâll be a war you want to avoid.
Besides. Â What did you always tell him about running away from him, even when he instructs you to?
Itâs just⊠not really your thing.
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Theyâre everywhere.
They crawl like flies out of the base, and for every single body that falls, three more spill from the open doors. Â Rapid fire plasma beams launch from the end of Dinâs blaster, melting white armor with every twitch of his gloved finger. Â Their aim is terrible, as is to be expected, but the sheer number of them more than makes up for it, as is by design.
Dinâs heart pounds with exertion, his breath comes in ragged huffs through the modulator as his helmet identifies and isolates which body is closest to him, which body he needs to bring down next. Â His blaster is so hot it nearly burns his hand, even through the thick gloves he wears. Â When he runs out of ammo, he holsters the pistol and swings his rifle from around his shoulder, spinning to catch a handful of troopers behind him in the obliterating blast.
Heâs not thinking much. Â He canât think, even though your safety and that of his son is currently dangling by a thread. Â If he focuses on that, heâll be dead before he can even picture your faces. Â He just reacts, he maims and kills without a single thought in his mind. Â Blood splatters, screams and sirens blare as he becomes surrounded by more and more troopers. Â Din can hear the sound of plasma colliding and ricocheting off his armor; every single one of them is a potential injury he could currently have but might not even be able to feel right now.
His helmet starts beeping rapidly and he turns just enough to see, highlighted in bright red on the screen, two enormous artillery turrets slowly rising up out of the roof of the imperial base. Â He feels a fierce flash of anger burn in his chest, itâs like a lightning strike to his veins.
Din needs to go.
And yet⊠if he was another man.  If he wasnât a father, or a husband, if he had no family and no attachments like the creed declared he should, he would go.  With just a twitch of his fingers, he could be launching into the sky and retreating as far away from this battlefield as he could reasonably get.  Heâs never been the type to run from a threat, but this isnât just a threat.  Dozens of troopers are gaining on him, theyâre trampling their own dead to get within range.  Plasma pings off his shoulder, another one hits his back as they flank from behind.  He can feel the heat through the sizzling beskar, he can see them surrounding him on all sides, and the propulsion trigger for his jetpack is right there under his wrist.
Din holds his ground and continues firing, he plants his feet firmly to the dirt with only one thought in his mind.
Run, sweet girl. Â Run.
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You type in commands to scan for Dinâs signal, quickly locating it through the Crestâs computer onboard. Â Not far from here, three minutes or less. Â The ship rumbles to life beneath you, slowly lifting off the rocky ground and rotating in place as it hovers. Â Itâs not on autopilot but you feel like you are, you can barely feel your hands as they move the yoke forward and the Crest takes off in the direction of Dinâs blinking frequency.
âTell me about defenses,â you instruct Oshua, restlessly bouncing your leg while the baby coos.
âTwo plasma turrets on top of the base,â the quarry quickly answers. Â âThereâs usually guards stationed around the perimeter, but everyone whoâs capable will be outside right now.â
Your mouth twists downwards under the mask. Â Blasters donât scare you much from this high up, but Dinâs armor doesnât cover every inch of his body, heâs not completely invincible. Â Doubt churns in your stomach, but you have to stay focused on one task at a time so you donât get overwhelmed. Â The turrets, then. Â âAre they automatic?â
âManual,â he corrects with a shake of his head.
âRadar?â
âOld. Â Only engages above fifty meters.â
You eye your altitude and dip the Crest considerably, beginning to weave through the rocky canyons and dodging crumbling cliffs while you travel. Â âWhat about ships?â
âNone,â Oshua says, âexcept for a passenger shuttle used for transport. Â TIEs are flown in the Vesta sector, this base is remote and used for basic training only.â
âAnything else?â Â You ask, stomach twisting with the knowledge that barely four questions is all youâve got. Â Youâre planning to drop into an imperial base to save the man you love and you canât think of a single other question? Â
The quarry shrugs, and your heart slams, does somersaults in your chest at the mere notion that you could fucking die here. Â Today, in two minutes or less, you could die here. Â The child in your lap looking over the shipâs front panel with a quiet determination in his eyes could die here. Â Din could already be deadâthat signal broadcasts his location to this computer regardless of whether heâs still breathing or not. Â He could already be gone and youâd be flying the baby right into a trap without knowing any differently.
Whelp, you think while taking a deep breath, some strangely calm existential acceptance beginning to flood your soul. Â If he isnât dead, he will be soon if you donât make it to him on time.
You immediately lift your wrist and speak into the communicator.  âMando?â  You have no idea if he can hear you, but you need to try anyway.  Your voice is still firm, thereâs a strength to it you donât feel in your chest, but it certainly sounds convincing.  âIâm coming to get you.  Less than a minute to your location, do everything you can to get outside.  If you canât, Iâll just⊠uh.  Try to figure something else out.â
Thatâs it. Â Thatâs it, improvise until you donât have to. Â Even if youâre lacking confidence, you can at least scrounge up some conviction. Â Your arms gain feeling again while you veer the Crest through the stony terrain, the familiar reverberations under your feet begin to fill your body with a powerful sense of purpose. Â Your breaths begin to come steady, every falling rock you see through the transparisteel feels like it drops in slow motion, allowing you to evade them easily. Â It would normally be stupidly dangerous to fly this low with so many unexpected obstacles and hazards narrowly missing the ship, but considering what youâre flying into, a few boulders seems comical.
âWhereâs your helmet?â Â Oshua asks out of nowhere, and for a second, you donât think you heard him correctly.
But then it strikes you all at once what heâs attempting to imply, and the sheer lunacy of the thought is enough to make you laugh while you clutch the controls. Â âIâm not a Mandalorian.â
âYou wear the armor of one,â he points out⊠rather fairly, you have to admit.  âYou cover your face like one.  You have a blaster that fires Philithiorium, a rare and expensive gas native to Mandaloreâs stratosphere, and youâre a bounty hunterââ
âIâm not a Mandalorian.â Â Your words are short and cutting, you have a daunting task to focus on and donât feel like having small talk right now. Â âIâm not a bounty hunter, either.â
But then again, Karga made you a member of the Guild, didnât he? Â He handed you Oshuaâs puck and said this one is for you to find, and you are technically part of a Mandalorian clan. Â All of this seems like it happened without your knowledge. Â You may be marrying a Mandalorian, you may wear his armor and mother his child and shoot a blaster with his signet branded into it, but war isnât in your blood. Â This robe was a costume when you first made it, this armor was a relic that was restored as a hobby. Â In a sense, it still feels that way. Â The mask covering your face lended itself to a temporary surge of bravery earlier, but beyond that, the only thing thatâs keeping you moving forward now is your family. Â The man you love that may or may not be alive right now, the baby holding tight to your leg while the ship sways and weaves through the stony landscape.
Your eyes quickly flick down to the child in your lap, both of his three fingered hands clutching onto the stained fabric of your knee without moving a single inch. Â Heâd know, you tell yourself. Â If his father is gone, heâd already know somehow. Â Din is still alive, and heâs counting on you.
---
Thereâs too many for Din to handle.
They swarmed him, overpowered his endless artillery with massive numbers and thereâs nothing he can do anymore. Â The backs of his knees are kicked from behind and he slams down to the ground with a clatter, his sizzling hot blasters are ripped from him, and Din folds his hands calmly behind his back even as one of the stormtroopers barks out, âBinders,â to another one, who disappears quickly in response. Â In the meantime, a few of them apparently decide to just attempt holding his arms in place, and their measly combined grip is almost enough to make him roll his eyes under the helmet. Â These imperial soldiers are even more pitiful than they usually are, but his silent resolve to stall to ensure your escape is enough to keep him stationary and compliant for the time being.
Eventually, a few voices call out from beyond the crowd and thereâs some movement from the back. Â Dozens of troopers with their blasters all pointed at him begin to shuffle to make way, careful to keep their barrels aimed at him while a path slowly forms. Â The crowd of white parts and a stormtrooper with a singular red pauldron on his right shoulder saunters confidently towards Din as he kneels on the ground.
An officer, he assumes. Â Conveniently missing from the firefight, the scanner inside his helmet wouldâve caught the change in color and Din wouldâve made sure to kill him first.
âWell now, what do we have here?â Â Comes his thin metallic voice through the tinny filter. Â The officer studies him curiously for a few moments, before slowly looking down by his feet, reaching out one cheap, plastic covered foot to gently nudge the body of a dead trooper on the ground with a sigh. Â âWhat a shame.â
Coward, he thinks, his lip curling with disgust under the helmet.
âThis is an imperial training base,â he turns his attention back to Din to inform him when he doesnât immediately respond, rather stupidly he might add. Â âHow were you able to find us?â
Silence. Â The grip on hands held behind his back is even looser now. Â He just tilts his chin up slightly in defiance, the scanner inside his helmet locating each weapon strapped to the manâs body and highlighting it red. Â Small text boxes blink into existence under each one with a manufacturer and classificationâa BlasTech E-11 rifle, a Merr-Sonn thermal detonator, a Kolvo vibrobladeâand Din is severely unimpressed with the quality. Â The detonator is the only weapon that even catches his eye, and thatâs only because the chamber inside that houses the explosive baradium has a release mechanism thatâs completely dead. Â Useless, then. Â Good to know.
After a long moment of quiet tension where Din refuses to speak and the officer continues to confidently scrutinize him, in some strange sort of silent battle of egos that only one seems to have a genuine interest in, another stormtrooper makes his way to the front, shoving past his fellow soldiers to address the superior in charge.
âCommander, weâve sent out an alert for an intruder,â he tells him, slightly out of breath from running through the crowd in the lightweight armor. Â Din wants to roll his eyes, but what he says next makes him snap to immediate attention. Â âThe fleet informed us that Moff Gideon is currently on route.â
Gideon. Â The last time someone spoke that name, it was a quarry on Coruscant and you just barely managed to stop Din from suffocating the bastard for even saying it aloud before freezing him in carbonite. Â It wouldâve meant half the return on a hunt that lasted nearly a month but he saw red and his hand was crushing his windpipe before he realized what happened. Â But heâs dead, Din thinks with a clenched jaw and fists tightening behind his back, he watched that TIE fighter explode and slam into the ground, crushing the man inside it. Â The wreck was unsurvivable, he canât be alive.
âFor what? Â This Mandalorian?â Â The trooper in charge scoffs in response, and Din remains completely mute.
âYes, sir,â the other one confirms. Â âOrders were to capture him, alive.â
âHm.â Â The officer turns his attention back to him, less analyzing and more musing while he tilts his head. Â âI see,â he eventually says, and he sounds like heâs grinning, before strolling slightly closer as Din stays completely still on his knees. Â âHe must want the beskar. Â Iâm sure itâs worth more than this entire battalion combined.â
All of a sudden, a gloved hand carelessly catches the rim of his helmet and tugs, and Dinâs movement is explosive. Â He launches off the ground, arms easily slipping from the pathetic grip they were being held in and his fist colliding with the side of the officerâs flimsy white helmet, the plastic making a deafening crack against his face.
Multiple hands immediately rush forward to grab him and yank him back down again while the commanding trooper stumbles backwards in shock, and Din amicably drops to his knees and folds his hands behind his back once more like nothing happened at all.
âBinders!â Â A trooper behind him roars loudly once more, and a few men surrounding him begin trotting away this time.
The officer in red stands a few feet away from him now, grabbing his helmet and twisting it back to its proper position on his head where it was skewed. Â Thereâs a shattered hole near his jaw where the material splintered and busted like the cheap piece of banthashit it is, and while he might normally feel pleased with himself for being able to see his skin peeking through, it just fills him with more righteous fury. Â Itâs such a punchable jaw.
After a few awkward moments of silence, the other one clears his throat and continues.  âHe⊠has inquired about the location and status of a child that should be accompanying him.â
Din inhales deeply through his nose and grinds his teeth. Â He wants to snap their necks one by one for even just mentioning his son, but there are just too many, more than even his whistling birds can neutralize. Â Still, he gave you as much of a head start as physically possible. Â You should be rising into the atmosphere right now, making the jump into hyperspace towards safety. Â Karga will know what to doâheâll protect his family, separate you and the boy so the threat is evenly dispersed instead of collected all in one place, and arm dozens of trained hunters to keep watch over you both individually. Â Itâs the best Din can do, and itâs the only thing keeping his knees planted on the ground and his body completely motionless while they continue speaking.
âWe are combing the sector for a ship with as many men as we can afford to lose,â the trooper in red says, but his voice filter is shattered and now sounds like a puny little droid with a broken voice box, âbut our numbers are unimpressive. Â Assistance may be required.â
Itâs too late, Din thinks, mouth twitching under the beskar with a satisfied smirk. Â Theyâre wasting their time, looking for a ghost. Â Youâre both long gone by now. Â Theyâve got no idea you even existâ
âHe also spoke of a girl.â
And then he feels his heart stop in his chest. Â Every single cell in his body turns to fire, itâs a fucking miracle he doesnât move a muscle in response. Â His sweet girl, the one so far removed from the nightmare of the Empire that she made best friends with the orphans of it. Â How the fuck did he know? Â He shouldnât even be breathing, let alone gathering information about you, how did he know?
But then Din thinks back, remembering your makeshift bed on the floor, your panicked eyes and heaving chest as the quarry taunted him with a sick little smile. Â Whoâs this, Mando? Â Sheâs just darling, isnât she? Â Does Gideon know your crew has a lovely new addition?
âA girl?â
The trooper nods. Â âMoff Gideon insisted that if the Mandalorian did not have a child with him, then a girl would likely be protecting him instead.â
Heâs going to kill them, Din decides. Â Every single one of these imperial pigs, every single soldier standing right now is a dead fucking man. Â The blood pumping through his body suddenly turns to acid, deadly black hate poisoning his soul. Â His heartbeat morphs into a war drum, the armor strapped to his limbs is the barrel of a gun. Â Heâs going to fucking kill them and leave an imperial base full of bodies to greet his old nemesis upon his return, and heâs going to enjoy every single second of it.
Except, thenâ
âMando?â  The sweetest voice in existence suddenly crackles through the earpiece under his helmet.  âIâm coming to get you.  Less than a minute to your location, do everything you can to get outside.  If you canât, Iâll just⊠uh.  Figure something else out.â
And, as Din kneels there in surrender, surrounded by a crowd of enemies he thought he destroyed long ago, all the angerâall the fury and defiance and murder surging through his veinsâsuddenly morphs to fear.
The emotion is so foreign and old to him, it feels like a face he barely recognizes and a name he canât remember. Â Heâs panicked before. Â Heâs been in situations where a threat has made him blind with rage, he knows what itâs like to look death straight in the eyes and say that heâs busy and to come back another time. Â This is different. Â This is ice cold that freezes over beskar.
He canât speak out loud to warn youâhe canât move his hands to press the button on the back of his helmet and allow him to talk without detection. Â Thereâs plasma turrets on the roof of the base, he can see them right now. Â The helmetâs scanners say theyâre manned and engaged, and though he is outside and this is how you retrieved him before whenever he needed a quick escape, he has fifty fucking imperial blasters trained on him and you know absolutely nothing about this threat. Â Youâre flying right into a war zone and if either you or his son dies, he wonât ever be able to forgive himself.
Behind the helmet, his eyes fly to each and every trooper, wondering which blaster will be the one to do it. Â Which weapon is going to be the one he canât block in time when you descend, the one thatâll kill him right in front of you. Â Which turret will be the one to obliterate the Crest with you and his son inside of it.
âMaker, where are those fucking bindersââ he hears someone behind him snarl, but the white noise of pure terror roaring through his ears drowns them out. Â His chest starts heaving against his will, sheer panic begins to blur his vision. Â For the first time in his life, his armor feels too heavy, his lungs feel like one of these boulders are sitting on them instead of beskar.
All too soon, his helmet starts making a familiar sound that signals quietly in his ear, alerting him of an incoming ship, and the only thing he can physically do is count down the seconds to prepare himself for what is to come.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, twoâŠ
Like lightning, Din breaks the grip of multiple troopers and surges up, tackling the officer in red to the ground. Â Thereâs a clatter as they both slam into the rocky floor, but in the ensuing scuffle, he easily snatches the thermal detonator from his side holster and holds it up for everyone to see, before pressing the red button on the front and hearing it begin to beep rapidly.
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Youâre right on time.
The Crest rises up through the rocky cliffs surrounding the base and you spot the turrets you were warned about. Â Weapons controls are already engaged and youâre too low to be detected by radarâyou fire once, twice, and blast both of them to smithereens from behind before they can even rotate around to target you.
Alarms start wailing but the guns are destroyed. Â Itâs not comforting, though; blasters wonât touch you up here, but that doesnât mean they canât fire at Din on the ground. Â Your eyes dart across the sea of white, looking for a flash of silver anywhere, and then you spot him instantly in the chaos.
For some reason, the troopers in his vicinity all seem to be bolting away from him. Â Their rifles are down, clutched in their hands while they nearly fall over each other to run away as fast as possible, and your heart soars when you spot his jetpack firing up. Â Din launches into the sky while another trooper is revealed underneath him, seeming to juggle something in his hands and then throw it into the crowd of retreating soldiers, but the sight of the man you love rising into the air while a flurry of blaster shots from the far edges of the imperial structure follow him gives you the confidence to immediately turn the guns down towards the horde of troopers.
âWhich ones are in charge?â Â You ask Oshua breathlessly, who leans forward and points out the transparisteel.
âRed pauldronsââ he barely has time to say it before you aim and fire at one of the troopers wearing red that was closest to Din, the plasma beam launching from the Crest so powerful and devastating that it outright obliterates the surface heâs laying on. Â Pieces of shattered armor fly and a smoking crater of rubble is all thatâs left behind, but your mind is whirling and youâre already onto someone else wearing red at the edges of the complex, and then two more near the doors, and then anotherâ
To their credit, you think the sixty or so soldiers in training seem to figure out that youâre not aiming into the enormous collection of them. Â If you were, the damage would be catastrophic and spraying everywhere, but youâre precise and meticulous with your shots, and the only ones who are loyal enough to the cause to hold still and raise their blasters at the incoming threat tend to be the ones you need to mow down anyways. Â The rest of them scatter in all directions, scrambling over each other to escape and then disappearing into the distant boulders surrounding the baseâbut you notice that not a single one of them runs back inside the safety of its open doors.
The hull dips with the weight of Din dropping in, and relief floods your soul even as you continue raining hell down on the superiors in charge. Â Any flash of color you see is a target, your eyes lose focus of everything, your vision blurs and turns monochrome as you just search for red.
âLift up!â Â You hear Dinâs voice roar from the hull. Â You can hear his rifle unloading through the open door. Â âNow! Â We have to go now!â
You press the button to shut the hull door with Din inside and punch it, rising so fast that the shove of gravity makes it difficult to keep your head up. Â Through the sudden surge of downward force, you just barely manage to raise your incredibly heavy arm to push the button that pressurizes the Crest and ignites the launch boosters, preparing the vessel for space travel. Â Outside the transparisteel, the gray sky begins darkening as the atmosphere eventually disappears. Â The shipâs engines roar, burning so much fuel at once that youâre actually accelerating through the climb, youâre boosting through the gradual ease of gravity as the planetâs curvature and glow becomes softer and softer below you.
As soon as the blackness of space begins to fill the windows, the slight subsiding of force allows you to plug in the coordinates for Nevarro with less difficulty, but youâre still moving, still rising, still escaping. Â You canât find it within yourself to slow down, but then something catches your attention.
Claws suddenly dig sharp into your thigh, sharp enough to sting and cause you to wince, and you look down to see that the kid has gone incredibly tense. Â Deadly tense. Â Your heart is still pounding even though youâre away from danger, youâve got Din in the hull, everyone is safe, and yetâ
It flickers into existence all at once. Â One second itâs just space, just the endless depths of nothingness spread out for light years in front of you, and within the blink of an eye itâs suddenly there.
A star destroyer.
Your body freezes in horrified awe, having never seen a ship so fucking big in your entire life. Â It looks like a massive satellite, the size of an enormous asteroid instantly appearing in your vision and dwarfing the vastness of space around it. Â All the stars you used to dream about are suddenly blotted out within a fraction of a second, terror so immense seizes your soul that you stop thinking. Â You stop calculating, you stop being yourself for a split second that lasts an entire lifetime.
Before you can move a single muscle, the computer beeps quickly and lurches the Crest into hyperspace.
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The stars streak across the transparisteel like so many times before. Â Utter silence nearly deafens you with how abrupt it is after so much noise, but the peace it used to bring does nothing to quell your fear. Â Everything is the same as it always was, same bursts of light as you hurdle faster than it towards Nevarro, same quiet, same rumbling hum of the ship. Â But now, everything has changed.
You hear the quarry next to you suddenly inhale and exhale loudly, and it shocks you a little bit, reminds you that thereâs a person next to you and another is on your lap. Â Other people exist outside of the vision of death that just flickered out of existence just as quickly as it appeared. Â Theyâre breathing, Oshua is shakily unbuckling his seatbelt, life is continuing on in the quiet cockpit but you canât seem to move like he is. Â You canât seem to breathe like he is. Â Itâs only when the baby slowly maneuvers himself around on your thigh and blinks up at you, placing a tiny hand on your stomach that you finally feel air enter your lungs.
After a moment, you reach down and click open your seatbelt with trembling fingers, scooping the kid up in your arms and slowly attempting to stand. Â Everything feels wobbly and dreamlike, you have to brace yourself on the headrest to prevent yourself from falling back into the chair again.
âThat wasâŠâ Ryler mutters, his voice sounding foggy and distant, âuh.  A close one.â
You look over at him, recognizing that heâs speaking but not quite able to understand the words right now. Â Red catches in your vision, and you blink down at the way heâs clutching his left shoulder, the smear of blood darkening the white armor heâs wearing. Â You blink a few more times at the sight of it, and though it feels like you normally would be sickened at the wound, somehow shocked out of your state of shock, it does nothing to you. Â When you look back up at his face, his expression seems strangely grateful, even when itâs screwed up in what you know must be excruciating pain. Â Â You did that, a quiet voice whispers in your mind, even though the rest of it seems incredibly blank.
Instead of responding, you stumble a few steps over to the ladder, spinning around and hesitating for a moment. Â Youâre severely lacking in coherent thought, but one thing seems to break through. Â Youâre not sure if you have enough coordination to do this safely right now. Â However, when thereâs movement in your peripheral and you look to see Oshua gently offering his right arm to you, seeming to understand youâd like to use both hands for this, you snap back to your senses just the slightest bit and hug the baby tighter to your chest. Â Carefully, you begin making the slow climb down the ladder with the kid, still trembling with the aftershocks of adrenaline. Â Your limbs feel extra heavy, but eventually the floor meets your feet.
Din is standing there when you slowly turn around, armor gleaming and still as a statue, but he has his back to you. Â His helmet is tilted down at the ground, and when you follow his gaze, youâre met with the sight of the bloodstains of dragged bodies that leave dark red streaks all the way up the ramp.
You feel something this time.  Itâs⊠cold.  A burning, searing cold that creeps into your skin.  Like your heart decides to pump nitrogen through your chest instead of warm blood.  You did that.
Thereâs a sudden urge inside of you to speak, to address him and inform him of your presence, tell him everything is okay, everything worked out, but you canât find it in yourself to say a single word. Â You canât find a single word to say. Â The kid twists as best he can in your clutch, his ears drag against your chest to greet his father, but for some reason, thereâs still a strange sense of fear in your bones. Â Itâs enough to wake you up slightly, itâs enough to tell you itâs not over yet. Â Thereâs a terror in your heart that hasnât left since he first called over the comm and begged you to run, a crippling dread that you thought climaxed after seeing that star destroyer appear, but itâs somehow only increased after laying eyes on him like this.
You watch as his helmet turns, slowly meeting the pauldron on his shoulder, and for some reason, you feel yourself harden. Â Your feet brace against the metal floor like this is another threat you have to face, you let its unyielding metallic strength transfer up through the souls of your boots to your heart in your chest.
But the second you hear cheap white armor clatter as the quarry steps down the ladder behind you, Din bursts into movement. Â He suddenly spins and storms up to you in one single step while catching your holstered blaster on your hip. Â Itâs out and aimed in the blink of an eye, and itâs a miracle you remember how to speak before he remembers how to kill.
âMandoââ you warn, just in time for the quarry to land on the floor of the hull and turn around to reveal his face.
Din holds there for a second, his helmet locked on Oshuaâs features. Â His gloved fingers twitch wildly on the trigger of your gun held over your shoulder, like he has to remind himself multiple times not to. Â You hear Oshuaâs armor clack while he likely raises one good arm in surrender, but then Dinâs helmet moves a fraction of a millimeter to your face and holds there. Â He just stares down at you, and the air feels heavy, your body feels heavy, the feather light child in your arms feels heavy.
Slowly, he lowers his arm, lets it fall while he continues looking at you from behind the visor. Â You look back at him, unblinking, unfeeling, and thereâs a few seconds that last an utter eternity where nobody moves. Â Nobody speaks, nothing happens, but then a soft coo comes from your arms before you can finally break eye contact, knowing there are still some things that need to be done.
You eventually turn around and lift your chin to address Oshua.
âYou have to go into carbonite,â you inform him quietly. Â Your voice sounds strange, like itâs coming from outside of yourself. Â âWeâre taking you to Nevarro, and then youâll be transported to your home planet. When they unfreeze you, your sister will be there to collect you.â
He looks uncertain, one hand still raised while the other hangs uselessly at his side, and you donât blame him.
But you also donât feel like saying anymore, not unless he decides he doesnât want to go in willingly. Â Normally you mightâve tried to empathize, offer him further reassurance beyond just a couple short sentences, but you donât. Â Speaking feels difficult, thinking feels difficult. Â Youâre still in survival mode, not active but reactive. Â Thereâs also no reason for you to lie to him about this, and you can see him glance at Din standing silently behind you, who hasnât moved a muscle.
He eventually nods and you walk him over to the chamber without another word, watch him turn to face you as he backs into the opening while you reach up towards the control panel.
But then thereâs a moment. Â One where you hesitate slightly, one where your vision flashes back to the sight of those bloodstains on the floor, and that burning cold fills you again, so cold it feels completely numb.
âIâm⊠sorry,â you whisper quietly to him, though your voice sounds so empty.  Thereâs so much emotion that should be there but isnât, so much regret and pain that should break through but canât.  âIâm sorry I⊠killed your friends.â
Later, youâll think about how you felt absolutely nothing saying it. Â Your heart doesnât constrict with remorse at the mere words leaving your mouth, guilt doesnât flood into your soul, pain doesnât wrack through your bones. Â You couldâve been saying anything at all and nobody would be able to tell the difference.
He blinks at you, flicking his eyes between yours for a second or two, but then you press the proper button and watch the gas quickly freeze him where he stands. Â Heâll be conscious the entire time, but Karga will send him to the correct location and you have no doubt that this elemental purgatory is leagues better than where he just escaped from. Â Itâs a benefit being the last quarry to be retrievedâheâll only have to spend a few days trapped in here before being reunited with his family.
When thatâs done and Oshua is a complete statue in front of you, bulky white armor now colored a dull metallic gray and frozen in time, you will yourself to finally turn around to face the enormous mountain of a presence behind you. Â The baby gently reaches out for him, but Din doesnât move from where heâs stood. Â Your blaster is still clutched tightly in his hand, and he isnât looking at you.
Slowly, you walk over and stop directly in front of him in the middle of the hull, blinking at him while the helmet subtly moves to lock onto your face. Â The kid begins wiggling in your arms, making soft impatient noises while you both stand in complete silence across from each other.
After a few moments, you hear him flick your blasterâs safety on by his side and then toss it carelessly to the ground. Â It skids along the floor, light enough to be mostly quiet. Â Gloves reach out as he carefully takes the kid from you and settles him in the crook of one arm, and then he looks you up and down, still not saying anything.
Your eyes follow his movement, watching his arm slowly reaching out to you, and you think heâs going to cup your jaw, or brush your hair back. Â Give you some sort of physical reassurance since he hasnât spoken a single word of it.
Instead, Din suddenly grabs the armor clinging to your chest and starts ripping it off you with one hand. Â It clangs to the floor so loudly in the silence of hyperspace, the kidâs ears twitch and flutter with each shattering bang. Â You hold still while he does it, you barely respond except the unavoidable movement your body experiences as the pauldron is yanked from your shoulder and thrown against the ground. Â The ammo belt is tugged over your head and hurled away, the thigh braces are snatched from your legs and they clang to the floor, and the pearly, opalescent fabric revealed underneath is stained in dead manâs blood, rusty and in such great quantities that it shows up as brown instead of red.
âAre you hurt?â
He sounds⊠dead.  So monotonic that you canât possibly gauge his emotional state.  He doesnât move.  His fists donât clench, he says every single word like it means the same exact thing as the last.  If nothing at all was a person who could speak, theyâd use his tone of voice.
âNo,â you eventually whisper.
The helmet nods once, and then he spins around and walks away without anything else. Â Without saying anything, without touching you, or double checking you for injuries in case you were lying. Â You stand utterly still while Din climbs the ladder with the kid cradled in one arm, and you donât even flinch when the door to the cockpit slides shut behind him. Â You have no idea how long you stand there in the splitting silence afterwards, numb and unmoving.
You feel⊠nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The hard defenses you strapped to yourself today to reconcile the things you had to do are still high and strong, guarding your soul even if he stripped away your physical armor. Â Self preservation is still animating your body, and your facial expression barely changes. Â Your first thought, as soon as you remember that you can have one, is that there are things that still need to be done. Â Tasks to complete.
Alone, you shower the lingering traces of blood off your body, the normally clear and refreshing water running a sickly, toxic brown.  Alone, your stomach rolls and suddenly decides to empty itself of the very little that was in it as the scalding drops rain down over youâmostly liquid and bile that easily rinses down the drain.  The water is too warm, it beats down on you like blazing hot sand pelting your skin in the desert.  You feel like you did those first few months with Din, where the silence was suffocating, where youâd only interact with the baby if he was on a hunt or if you could tell he didnât know how to calm him when he was fussy.  If you were in hyperspace, you usually spent time by yourself in the hull while he lived in the cockpit, and if he decided he needed to be in the hull for whatever reason, then youâd trade places with him.  It was⊠isolating.  Lonely by yourself.  The quiet used to haunt you before it became your cherished friend, but now itâs a betrayer, a ghost that whispers memories and nightmares in your ears.
When you finally finish rinsing the blood from your skin and get dressed, you see the sheets that used to make up your bed now have fried holes in them from your charred plasma marks, the inside of the hull is covered in them and the trails of dried blood where you dragged the bodies down the ramp. Â Your armor is still strewn about the hull, the kidâs hovering shield lays dead in the corner. Â Everything you meticulously cleaned and organized and collected and created, now the scene of a bloodbath. Â One committed by your hand, your blaster still laying uselessly on the floor forever linked to this atrocity.
You spare a glance towards the ladder, but you donât want to come face to face with Din yet.  You already knew heâd be furious, but⊠you had hoped that heâd at leastâŠ
What? Â At least what? Â Comfort you? Â Coddle you after you deliberately ignored his instructions? Â What exactly, in the past year or so of learning Dinâs inner workings and intricacies, would ever give you the impression that heâd come give you a big hug after you purposefully defied him? Â You flew the kid directly into an imperial base after being told to protect him, you ignored every order he gave to you in the moments he thought would be his last, and though you did it to save his life, you have a feeling that Din has never valued his life even a fraction of what you do.
The misery stabs at your soul, but your mind is finally beginning to process things logically. Â Heâs alive, the kid is alive, the quarry is secure, and youâre all onboard the safety of this ship hurtling through hyperspace where nobody, not even the Empire, can touch you. Â You weighed the consequences before making your decision, you did what you had to do. Â If he wants to be mad, then he can fucking well be mad and youâll find some way to comfort yourself. Â At least heâs here being mad, at least heâs alive and safe and breathing and mad, and your rare act of disobedience is to thank for that.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize itâs probably easier than it should be to reconcile the punishment. Â Right now, you welcome the exclusion, the negativity and sorrow beating itself into your soul. Â Four innocent people died today on this ship, gunned down under your blaster while they panicked and ran for cover. Â You keep hearing their screams.
So you start to clean up the hull, needing another task to focus your thoughts on. Â You work to erase every inch of the evidence of your deeds, make it disappear like the pool of blood Din once cleaned up while you were sleeping and never acknowledged again. Â You only allow the bloodstains to fuck with your head for a single moment, and then you swallow back the nausea until youâre a blank slate again and sink to your knees with a rag in your hand. Â After that, your vision stops focusing and it just becomes red contrasting against gunmetal gray, and you work tirelessly to get rid of all remaining traces of it.
Then you start on the blaster marks, you need them gone. Â After a few informed attempts at mixing cleaning chemicals, you find one concoction that allows you to wipe them away like theyâre nothing more than dirt that got tracked in. Â The Crestâs oxygen recycling system works overdrive to constantly purify the air so you donât get high or pass out, but your nose still stings. Â Itâs fine, itâs sterile, it burns a bit but it smells sharp and metallic and keeps you hyper focused on the task at hand.
After thatâs done, you pick up the charred blankets and ball them up to throw into the trash vent. Â You donât feel anything as you do it. Â You donât think about how long it took you to collect these over months and months of being stuck on this ship, how comfortable they were when everything else was industrial and rigid, how many nights you spent with Din curled up in their softness while he breathed easy and warm. Â Sheets are just luxuries, they can afford to be lost.
Next, you gather your armor and wipe it down with the rag, put it away along with your blaster. Â The stained robe goes in the trash, along with the sheets and the blood soaked cloth you used to clean everything. Â Theyâre all ruined, youâll never be able to make them right again.
The hull is sparkling clean when you decide to take another shower. Â Nothing on you is dirty except your hands, but you feel filthy. Â Wrong, cold, numb, cold, stained, cold.
After scrubbing your skin raw under the water and changing clothes again, since you donât really know what to do with yourself anymore, you slowly climb the ladder to the cockpit, keeping perfectly silent. Â When you reach the upper platform and come face to face with the closed door, you can just barely hear Dinâs whispered voice speaking quietly to the baby beyond it.
You raise your hand for a moment, hovering your knuckles over the metal, but then it eventually falls. Â Instead, you look over and spot the corner, the same corner Din bunched himself into when he snapped at you for even suggesting going on a hunt with him, blew up at you for the mere notion of something happening like what happened today. Â You back yourself into it in defeat and slowly sink down on the floor, resting your head against the metal and hugging your knees to your chest since you donât have a tiny baby to take their place.
You canât sleep.  You donât even try, itâs pointless.  The concept feels foreign the longer you sit here by yourself.  You donât hear Din or the baby anymore, but you feel⊠so fucking awful that itâs fitting that you donât knock or go looking.  You donât want to hold that sweet child with hands that were covered in blood just a few hours ago.  You killed more people than you can count on your fingers today, and of the ones who had done nothing wrong⊠ They screamed like younglings, ducked for cover and were able to fire off one single useless shot in the mayhem before you closed their eyes forever and left their bodies to rot in armor that wasnât ever their choice to wear.
You didnât know they were kidnapped and smuggled and forced into that situation. Â You couldnât have known, but that isnât the point. Â In this case, knowing doesnât make one bit of difference.
You also canât face Din yet, not like this. Â You donât want him to see you cowering, shattered with guilt over the decisions you made under pressure. Â How will you ever get him to forgive you for not listening to him when you canât even forgive yourself for the result of your choices? Â Din is a hardened man who grew up in blasterfire and bloodshed, just because you love him doesnât mean heâs going to magically become someone he isnât. Â Youâre here letting guilt sink sharp claws into your chest over four dead men when he had a good fifty or more corpses scattered on the battlefield around him. Â You decided to wear that armor, you decided to fly into an imperial base with the kid on your lap, and this is now your penance. Â Youâll accept it with your back straight and your chin held high.
Figuratively, of course. Â Physically, youâre smaller than youâve ever been. Â Crumpled up into a ball, taking up as little space as possible, curling up as tight as you can like an animal protecting all your vulnerable parts during a brutal attack.
So, since he isnât here to comfort you himself, you just try to think about what he would tell you. Â A long time ago, what would he tell you?
Din would tell you⊠that you killed someone.  Multiple people, this time.  Heâd also tell you that it doesnât matter what he tells you, what you could have reasonably foreseen or what you should have done.  The end result wonât change.  You own this now.  Youâll carry their deaths with you.
You take a few deep breaths, self-soothing with the undeniable truth that would be murmured matter of factly from his quiet voice. Â He wouldnât argue with you. Â He wouldnât deny the decisions you made or the consequences of them. Â It happened, and at the end of the day, you either learn how to handle that, or you donât.
And, for the four you did shoot, you were responsible for freeing ten times that amount. Â Youâre responsible for reuniting Oshua Ryler with his family, even if your place in yours is momentarily shunned. Â Youâd rather be out here alone than in there with the kid, wondering where his dad is or if heâs even still alive. Â You rescued Din and now he gets to be here to shut this door on you, hold his son, and whisper calm reassurances to him. Â If you listen really hard and imagine, you can pretend theyâre for you, too.
Thatâs it. Â Focus on them both, alive and well together. Â Focus on the bodies wearing white armor that were moving, the ones that were bolting away from the imperial training base as fast as they could, free from the torture of imprisonment and conditioning.
Finally, you close your eyes and slip into unconsciousness. Â Itâs not a testament to your exhaustion, but rather just how long youâve been left to sit here by yourself. Â Hours, maybe. Â Time is strange in hyperspace.
You dream of a faceless man ringing bells.
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When you wake up, a small baby has been placed in your arms, and youâre being dragged into a strong, secure beskar hold on the floor.
âDin,â you suddenly lift your head as soon as youâre conscious and nearly bonk it into solid metal, apologies rising in your throat before you even remember where you are. Â You did what needed to be done to keep your family alive and together and youâd do it a thousand times again if necessary, but that doesnât mean you wonât apologize anyways. Â After the deeds youâve committed today, regret feels as natural on your lips as speaking your own name. Â âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, I know youâre mad at me but Iââ
âShh,â he whispers, running his gloves through your hair.  Heâs still wearing his helmet, he hasnât taken anything off yet.  âDonât say anything.  Just⊠stay here, stay right here with me.â
âI tried to save you,â you croak, tears instantly flooding your eyes. Â You did save him. Â You saved him and the baby and yourself but youâre so physically and emotionally exhausted that all you can recall is your intent. Â âI tried. Â Wasnât gonna leave you there by yourself. Â I tried to be brave, like youây-you wouldnât have left without me.â
His arms tighten around you, cradling you in such a strong embrace that you burrow into him, you find a place for your head on the hard metal strapped to him and bury yourself there, wishing that you had shovels of dirt being piled on you to justify the death you still feel staining your soul. Â Your heart is starting to pound now that youâre remembering, your body is starting to shake with tremors of shock now that youâre aware of your own skin again.
âI was so sc-scared, Din, I didnâtâdidnât know what was happening,â you lament through watery eyes, gasping it out in hopes that itâll relieve the slightest bit of the gut wrenching guilt just mercilessly crushing you. Â It caught you before you could protect yourself against it, that armor you built around yourself isnât on when you first wake up. Â âI-I didnât want to kill them, but they were already on the ship and y-you saidâyou said they were coming after the kid s-so I had to, I had toââ
âStop,â Din whispers, voice so quiet that you can barely hear him.
âI-I cleaned up the blood,â you turn your face against the cold beskar to let all the positives you listed for yourself before scrape across your throat. Â They donât sound comforting anymore, they just sound like excuses. Â âItâs gone, itâs like it never happened, everything is okay now, I got the quarry, I protected the baby, I saved a bunch of people, youâre both safeââ
âStop,â he chokes out. Â The modulator cuts off before you can hear his next breath, but you feel it shudder under your body. Â âSt-Stop it, please.â
Your eyes clench shut so tightly you feel like the streaking stars outside are behind them, tears drop down against his pauldron and you press your face tighter to it like itâs a wound, like the pressure will somehow ease the bleeding.
âListen to me,â he says very quietly, and you instantly brace yourself. Â The walls you just let down shoot right back up, your body physically tightens in preparation for another pain, another trauma, another scar youâll carry, and you stop shaking. Â You stop breathing, even when his hand comes up to ease your face away from his armor.
âYou,â he whispers, holding your chin so youâre staring right at him, and your eyes flick fearfully in between his behind the visor, âare a sweet girl.â Â Dinâs leather thumb brushes along your skin, dragging over the tears below your puffy eyes. Â âNot,â his voice catches, âa Mandalorian.â
Your heart goes cold. Â Again, everything turns numb. Â It doesnât matter that you already said this yourself out loud earlier today. Â It doesnât matter that you acknowledged this fact, verbally insisted it more than once to hammer home the truth and felt some sense of comfort in it. Â For some reason, hearing the words from his mouth is a fucking knife to your chest.
âI taught you how to fight, how to shoot a blaster,â he murmurs, thumb catching every single tear that continues to fall as he speaks. Â âI taught you everything I know, everything thatâs been taught to me. Â I taught you how to defend yourself, how to protect yourself when youâre in danger. Â I gave you your blaster, I gave you my armor, I gave you everything I could give you to keep you safe. Â And when I thought you were ready, I let you loose on Sanctuary II. Â Do you know why I did that?â Â The helmet tips forward the slightest bit at the question, probing deep into the most shattered part of your heart. Â âAfter all those months of fighting, and shooting, and training, do you know why I told you to run?â
You blink silently at him, a shaky breath quaking through you, and your expression wants to crumple under the reprimand.  Youâre so fragile right now, taking hit after hit after hit to the softest parts inside you, and you want to just give up.  Let the guilt and remorse take you, let it wash you away.  But then, insteadâŠ
Thereâs a flicker of something inside you. Â Something strong, endlessly strong, and it makes you want to revolt against what heâs saying. Â It replaces the hurt and fear and desperation for comfort with a strange sense of insurgence, like it did earlier when you were hiding behind a boulder, cowering and trembling and not wanting to die. Â Youâre filled with a quiet urge to defend yourself in the face of this, stand up for yourself and refuse to be beaten down any longer.
âBecause you needed to know how to escape danger,â he answers himself when you donât. Â âYou needed to know how to disappear, how to outsmart any pursuer and find safety, even the trained ones. Â Especially the trained ones. Â Anything else was meant to be your last resort. Â Not your choice. Â Not something you chose.â
âI couldnât leave you,â you admit to him quietly, voice shaky and tears still coming even as you try to speak up for yourself. Â The regret you carry has nothing to do with this, and you decide right now that you wonât feel bad for saving him. Â Your hurt comes from the meaningless things, the ones without any need whatsoever, not the necessary ones, and you tried. Â You repeated his words to yourself over and over again, told yourself to run, told yourself to get to Nevarro, and it wasnât going to happen. Â âI couldnât do it. Â It wasnât a choice.â
âIt was,â he tells you. Â He says it softly, whispers it like itâs the gentlest thing in the world, but the power and inherent distance of the armor strapped to his body finds its way into the words. Â âAnd it was the wrong one.â
âWhat was I supposed to do?â Â You ask, just a hint of that rebellion swimming to the surface now, rising out of the waves of self doubt, the one that feels like a spine growing in your back, an energy coursing through your veins that makes your heart start to beat faster. Â Dinâs hand slowly drops from your cheek but you donât care. Â âWas I supposed to run away and just let you die?â
âYes.â Â Itâs quick and blunt and completely emotionless. Â Delivered like a punch to the vulnerable parts of yourself he taught you how to protect, and the utter silence following this single word is comparable to the physical pain you learned to defend against. Â It jabs hard against everything good and sweet and tender inside of you, and youâre left speechless even as he continues impassively. Â âThatâs exactly what you were supposed to do.â
It takes a second, but then that unfamiliar feeling suddenly surges up, breaches with the power of an entire ocean. Â Your voices may be nothing more than whispers in the dark, you may be clinging to each other, holding each other with the softest, gentlest love in your hearts, but the strength of your conviction on this would rip metal apart.
âNo.â Â The word holds the might of your entire being, and it stands alone and defiant in the face of everything you fear, everything that threatens you, him, and this child. Â Never. Â Youâll die before that happens. Â âI love you, and thereâs nothing in this galaxy that would ever make me do that. Â Not fear, not danger, not the Empire, nothing. Â Not even you.â
Din stares at you. Â His visor reflects your hardened expression back to you, the force in your soul and the purpose in your eyes, and you donât even realize the gravity of what you just said because like your love for him, gravity is a constant. Â Itâs a fundamental truth cemented into the rules that govern your actions and it stays true no matter where you are, no matter what terror you face, or how scared you become. Â You have him, you have this little boy in your arms, and if thatâs all you have, then you have everything.
After an eternity of this, of feeling his eyes pierce deep into you from behind the helmet while you refuse to wither under his stare, you watch him slowly turn and look down, landing on the sleepy child tucked between you both. Â He holds there for a long time, before finally whispering, so quiet that the modulator barely picks it up, âIt was the wrong choice.â
You stay quiet. Â It happened. Â Whatâs done is done, you canât change the past. Â He can scold and reprimand you about this as much as he wants, but you did the right thing and that decision is the only reason heâs even here to be able to do so. Â This exhausted child was reunited with his father because of your choices, and this exhausted father was reunited with his child. Â You wonât argue anymore, but itâs a certitude that lives deep in your heart now, builds a home there right alongside the both of them. Â Din eventually looks up, his eyes find yours again behind the visor, and his hand rises once more to gently cup your jaw.
âI⊠thought Iâd enjoy seeing you in my armor,â Din finally whispers.  Itâs not what you expected, but his voice sounds⊠weak.  Broken.  âYou wore mine once before, and it wasâŠâ  He brushes his thumb along your cheek, and then his head shakes slightly, pushing the thought away.  âIt wasnât real.  It didnât fit.  It dwarfed you, it made you look out of place, it made everything soft and innocent about you stand out.  I liked it because it wasnât real.â
âWas it⊠really that bad?â  You whisper back, partially to ease the tension just slightly but quickly breaking eye contact with him when you realize it doesnât land correctly, it just sounds self conscious and sad.  You try to find that conviction again, that strength and assurance that propped you up so sturdily before, but⊠ Not a Mandalorian, heâd said.  Of course not.  Of course not.
âIt wasnât the armor.â  Din gently tugs up on your face so that you look at him again.  âIt was you covered in blood.  It was you purposefully putting yourself in danger.  You killed multiple armed soldiers of the Empire, you dragged their bodies off the ship.  And then you flew into an imperial base, where you killed the officers, too.  YouâŠâ  He shakes his head slowly at you while speaking, and although you canât see his face, you donât need to in order to hear the horror in his voice.  âYou⊠collected a quarry⊠in the middle of a massacre, sweet girl.â
Not a Mandalorian.
âYou donât chase down bounties,â he tells you.  âYou donât fly into war zones.  You donât kill imperials, you donât collect quarries, you donât sacrifice yourself, or our son, to save me.  You said you tried to be brave⊠like me.â  His fingers tighten against your cheek, he dips his helmet to make sure you understand.  âIâll never ask you to be brave.  Iâll ask you to survive.â
âIâm⊠sorry,â you finally whisper, and his arm drops from your cheek to join the other in wrapping around you and holding tight.  They hug you and squeeze, encasing you and the baby in a beskar shield and staying there for a long time.  Long enough for you to tuck your head back into its proper place under his helmet, long enough to start to feel okay with the silence again.  It brutalized you the last time you were surrounded by it, it made you feel alone and desolate and barren inside.  You greet it warily now, settling into it for an unknown amount of time until itâs forgiven once more.
After a while, Din quietly breaks it.
âHow many?â Â He murmurs to you. Â You already know exactly what heâs asking, there's no more clarification necessary on his behalf.
You slowly close your eyes and think back to the smoldering craters, the blood soaked ramp, the fear in Oshua Rylerâs eyes as he begged you not to kill him.
âThat didnât deserve it?â Â You ask, clenching your eyes tighter at the memory. Â âFour.â
And maybe, maybe six or eight months ago, you wouldâve begged for some guidance on how to reconcile that. Â Hell, maybe a few hours ago, you couldâve used his arms around you exactly like this, his low voice repeating the same things heâs already told you before, over and over again, if only for some semblance of stability when everything feels turbulent and uncertain. Â Youâll never be able to change it, though. Â This belongs to you now.
This time, all Din says is, âIâm sorry, too.â
And that covers everything.
The silence envelops you both again, but⊠thereâs something else.  Something that still sits deep in your worries, an image that isnât a scar of whatâs happened but a dread of whatâs to come.  You need to tell him.  You donât feel like saying it, you donât want to speak it aloud for fear of bringing it into existence, but you need to tell him.
âDin?â  You breathe out, and he makes a soft noise in his throat while cuddling you on the floor.  âI sawâŠ,â you whisper, every word sitting tight and reluctant in your throat.  âRight when we made the jump, I was looking through the window and I-I sawâŠâ
âA star destroyer.â  He says it like⊠like itâs the worst thing in the world and also completely expected at the same time.  He says it like he already knew, yet canât even imagine.  You lean every bit of your weight against him since you canât hold him in return, squish him as best you can against the small corner and curl up even tighter in his arms for comfort.
He takes a deep breath, a shuddery sound you donât think youâve ever heard him make before. Â It holds untold anxiety, unsaid conflict, uncertain action, an unknown path forward.
âI donât know what to do,â Din eventually whispers to himself, to you, to the baby in your arms. Â His voice is barely a breath through the modulator, his fingers digging into your skin with how many emotions heâs repressing. Â âWhat do I do?â
He sounds so distressed that you automatically feel your soul find the floorâinstantly, you become steady and calm and you locate all that rationality that kept you going today. Â All your worries still twist deep down, all the guilt and the turmoil wrestles with your soft, easy nature until you can only find bits and pieces of it in the most vulnerable places inside you, but if heâs struggling this terribly, then the least you can do is offer some good, true, unwavering faith in times of uncertainty. Â Youâre in hyperspace, everything worked out, and itâs going to stay that way for right now. Â If he doesnât know how to talk about it yet, then you trust him enough to wait for him.
âItâll be okay,â you tell him with a newfound confidence and purpose, carefully easing the baby into one arm so that the other can find its way to the other side of his helmet and pull him closer. Â Din tucks his head and allows you to brush your lips against the metal, whisper the words soft and steady to him. Â âWeâll figure it out together.â
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had a random thot ab Jake-
he doesnât let his hookups give him head. Lemme explain-
He gets so mentally fucked out and âweak.â Whining, moaning, begging. The whole nine yards. He doesnât like not being in control, he doesnât like feeling weak in front of people.
Then reader comes along and itâs an actual relationship. He starts trusting her more and when sheâs ab to blow him his immediate reaction is to stop her. But then he realizes he can be âweakâ with her. Turns out she gives the best head heâs ever had and ultimately becomes addicted to it
anyway that was my random thotsđ
Oh my đ„” I think my brain short-circuited when I pictured this.
Smut (oral-m receiving, praise) below the cut âŹïžâïž
You try to keep your hands from shaking as you unbuckle Jakeâs belt while kissing the taut skin of his abdomen, just waiting for him to pull you up and flip you over like he always does.
Jake is by far the best lover youâve ever had; heâs generous, gentle when you need it, and rough when you want it, but you can tell heâs holding back. He talks you through it but besides soft groans and quiet sighs, he doesnât make much noise, and youâve been dying to pull them from him.
âThis okay?â You ask when he doesnât haul you up, nuzzling your face against his erection as your mouth waters.
Itâs been a few months since youâve been dating and while Jake is eager to put his head between your thighs, he hasnât let you return the favor.
He swallows thickly as he looks away, his cheeks flushing pink.
âItâs okay, I donât have to,â you sit up, âI do really want to but Iâm not going to do anything you donât want.â
âI do want you to, itâs justâŠâ he sighs, cupping your face, âI havenât let anyone give me head in years. I just have a hard time being soâŠvulnerable? Not in control? I donât know.â
âI get it,â you nod, leaning into his hand, âBut you are in control with me,â you turn to kiss his wrist, âjust say the word and Iâll stop, baby.â
His eyes flutter at the use of the pet name and you bite your lip; thereâs so much you want to do to him.
âOkay,â he nods after a minute, opening those green eyes to look at you, âyou wonâtâŠlaugh if I lose myself a little?â
âOf course not,â your brow furrows, âdid someoneâŠ?â You shake your head, âNo Jake, Iâd never laugh at you. In fact,â you lean forward to brush your lips over his, âI canât think of anything sexier than you falling apart for me.â
âFuck,â he breathes, âOkay. Then you canâŠonly if you want to.â
âOh I want to,â you smile, tugging his pants and boxer briefs down, âIâve been dying to get my mouth on you.â
âYeah?â He leans back on his elbows.
âYeah,â you smile before licking the precum thatâs collecting on the head, âIâve touched myself to the thought so many times.â
âFuck sweetheart,â his head lolls back, âthatâs so hot.â
âYouâre so hot,â you moan at the taste before kitten-licking him, âeverything about you is hot to me. Iâm so glad youâre letting me do this.â
âIâm so-oh God,â he whines, gripping the sheets as you gently pull the head of his cock into your to suckle.
You smile around him, humming happily as you begin to slowly bob your head.
âWhy,â he breathes, trembling with the effort to keep from thrusting into the wet heat of your mouth, âwhy didnât I let you do this sooner?â
âItâs okay,â you rasp when you pull off him to breathe, your hand takes over jerking him steadily, âit doesnât matter, Iâm happy to make up for lost time.â
His chuckle turns choked when you dip your head again, sucking him down to the back of your throat before pulling back to do it again.
âSweethea-Iâm not gonna last,â he pants, weaving his hand into your hair to try and pull you off, âbaby, Iâm gonna cum.â
You moan as you look up at him to wink, letting him know itâs okay to finish in your mouth.
âReally-youâre sure?â He gasps, unable to keep from thrusting up now.
You nod once and thatâs all it takes.
âFuck!â He whines, chest heaving as his hips still. He groans lowly, cock twitching in your mouth as he fills your mouth with his cum.
You barely finish swallowing it before he yanks you up, sighing into the kiss as he tastes his release on your tongue.
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****Disclaimer: this is not my list. (meaning I donât like/prefer/agree with everything on it)
Several months ago I was down some rabbit hole and found a message board where someone had asked a question about having a D/s oriented vacation and people responded. I went to visit it recently and it doesnât exist anymore. I had copied it to notes to send to the Hubz at one point and thought Iâd share it here and see what you all think of it. Thoughts? Ideas? Copy and pasted below.
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Someone asked a d/s chat room ideas to turn a romantic tropical vacation into a major D/s getaway for those exploring D/s.
1. Start off on the right foot. Spank her ass right before the flight or drive so itâs uncomfortable to sit during travel. Maybe tell her to sit still when she keeps shifting in her seat.
2. Tell her that unless thr public can hear, just for this trip she must always address you as sir. Punish forgetfulness.
3. Make her kneel every morning.
4. Objectify her by shoving a few fingers deep into her mouth a few times a day. Call her good girl and watch her gag for a minute then wipe her runny eyes and move on like nothing happened. My wife/sub says this type of brief degradation flips her mindset so fast. She hates it but loves the complicated emotional part.
5. Since the owiest part of anal is the initial insertion, tell her that she will be announcing every single time sheâs about to get in the shower so he can come to the bathroom in a minute. When he comes in she must lube up her clean asshole and degrade herself by holding her own ass open for him. He will sink his dick all the way in and hold it there while she tells him a reason why she deserves to take his cock up her ass. If she canât think of a good reason, the dick stays in until she does. Not fucking her, just staying in there stretching her open. Then he rinses off and leaves so she can shower. An uncomfortable size of dildo (not plug) can be used instead if he doesnât like to get erections and then let them fade. Iâm not into anal except for the very subby headspace it creates. It makes me feel so vulnerable and itâs kind of painful. We did this on a trip and it became a true exercise in submission as I got more and more sore. When he sat me down to tell me this would happen, it really set the tone for the trip. Donât discount this idea. Also Halfway through the trip we had anal sex which is rare for us and it made every shower insertion after that more uncomfortable and really upped our D/s. Seriously, try it, especially if anal is really not her thing. Sheâll feel like such a good sub. You want her to feel like a good sub for submitting in ways that are uncomfortable. Please try this! PS If she loves anal, donât do this, hahaha. PPS. Since we got home he sometimes says tell me when you get in the shower next and I know this will happen and it reminds me of our trip when we solidified our DS.
6. Bring an implement she doesnât like and tell her she must ask for 10 hard strokes every day by a certain time. Obviously No anger or lectures just checking it off the to-do list. If she forgets and the time passes, she gets 25 or more instead. You should know Tears are ok in the D/s dynamic. If youâre flying and donât want to take implements then you always have a belt or a brush.
7. Spit in her mouth every time no one is looking
8. Let her know before you leave that even if sheâs a very good girl, there will be tears twice on this trip to remind her of her submission. Make her ask for one of the times and surprise her with the other. You get to choose what makes her cry. Donât overlook the power of this emotional release for a sub. This secretly also teaches her to ask for an emotional release when she feels it could be beneficial to her mental state or the relationship.
9. Tell her she cannot cum until the third day of the trip. Then have lots of sex the first two days.
10. If you are leaving town, make her dress like a total slut
11. Bruises man. Give her some really good butt bruises and then spend time every day, poking pinching and spanking them. It keeps her hyper aware of her place. A 1.5â dowel from hardware can give bruises in just a handful of strikes without chaffing the skin too much like stingy implements do because they take too many strikes to get a bruise.
12. Tell her that on this trip, if she has an alcoholic drink in her hand, there will also be a plug in her ass. No exceptions. Going to order a drink with lunch? Go plug that ass before we leave. For added fun, you pick the size each time. Alternatively, if thatâs not possible, you could just tell her that whenever your dick is going in her pussy on this trip, there will also be a plug in her ass at the same time. Or alternate days.
13. Sheâs doesnât get to orgasm on this trip.
14. Tell her she will kneel and suck your balls every time you change clothes. âSorry, you have to come back to the room with me because Iâm changing into my bathing suit.â
15. Make her stay naked every minute youâre alone.
16. Call her trashy names.
17. Whatever you want to do to Dom her, whatever your desire or fantasy is, do that. BUT, tell her in detail hours in advance. A subâs brain goes haywire when told something like this. âLook at me. Tomorrow Iâm going to spank you very hard and youâre going to hold very still. Iâm going to cum when Iâm done but how I cum is going to depend on how well you take your spanking. If you can stay still Iâll just sink into your cunt and that will be that. But if I have to keep telling you to get back into position or keep your feet down Iâll cum down your throat and if I have to wrestle you at all during your spanking, Iâm fucking your ass and continuing to spank it.â Or just tell casually with a smile you know after dinner Iâm going to fuck your face and slap it hard every time you need to pause to breathe. Etc.
18. Iâm jealous. I want a D/s vacation! Just stuff holes all the time. Anytime you think of it, put your fingers, dick or toy into one of her holes for minute. Let her know her body will be invaded over and over on the trip multiple times a day and occasionally during the night. Make sure you tell her to expect it because then her mind will be on it all the time.
19. Flirt with other women and make her sit quietly and smile. Maybe kiss one.
20. Fig her. Especially if you canât spank because of noise. At least 20 minutes, the heat doesnât peak until 15. If youâre flying and canât take ginger, China Gel on your thumb is almost as good.
21. Bind her and make her wait patiently while totally bored. If rope is a travel issue, take some medical tape.
22. Get her pregnant
23. Clothespins. Use them a lot. Is she sucking your dick, put them on her labia. Are you fucking her, put them on her nipples. Are you spanking her, put a row of several down the skin of her tummy or back on her labia. They keep her on edge and feeling subby. Iâm not kidding try them because the ache when they are removed is like nothing else. If sheâs sunning by the pool, maybe thereâs one hidden somewhere for a while.
24. Just fucking Dom her, use the time to make your own D/s dreams come true. She wants you to take control.
25. Fuck man this list is great but maybe only pick a few.
26. Give her a daily writing assignment if you have relaxing time. Give her a question that is hard to talk about and demand honesty. Better yet, both of you share.
27. Tell her she canât say no on this trip. Goes without saying, but respect hard limits.
28. Make her wear dresses with no panties. Pull it up every time no one is looking. Smack her pussy, or finger fuck her or sit back and admire. Just mix it up. Fuck her before you go somewhere so she has to feel jizz running down her legs.
29. Make her skip a meal now and then to watch you eat
30. Randomly tell her to head back to the room and masterbate to orgasm. Or to only get really close to it. Give her a time limit.
31. Choke her out. Maybe she wakes up in a compromising position.
32. If sheâll be wearing bathing suits, only spank or strap her on one side. Sheâll be miserable with all the counts on only one side and if anything should show, it will just look like she took a tumble or something with a bruise or welt on just one side. Itâs the symmetry that lets people know whatâs up.
33. If thereâs a need for a punishment spanking on the trip, do it in diaper position. Itâs intense because you can see her face. Make sure youâre ready to handle seeing her face during a punishment as some Doms just canât handle it.
34. Tell her you wonât be touching her vag once on the trip. Her other holes will be used as you see fit daily. You can put a binder clip on her labia to hold it closed to prove your point.
35. Carve a souvenir scar into her.
36. Tell anytime she wants to cum sheâll have to pick between two things she doesnât like first. Get her close to orgasm so sheâs really needy and then say I want you to come but first A or B. If she doesnât pick in 10 seconds, she gets both then back to the orgasm.
37. Pick a window of time each day that she cannot speak
38. Tell her she must wake you up with her mouth every day.
39. Take medical gloves and do cold inspections of her. Make her feel like an object.
40. No eye contact for the trip.
41. Dude just tell her this trip will be rough. Rough sex, rough spanking, rough manhandling. Just make things challenging for her and then get through them together. Thatâs all we subs want. We want to endure a hard challenge for you and then be called a good girl for enduring it. You get to be the guy setting up whatever challenge turns you on AND be the support system when itâs emotional for her. Thatâs all of D/s!!!
42. Edge her. You can do it or she can, but lots of random edging to keep her needy all day.
43. Golden showers.
44. Make all decisions for her. Tell her when to get up, when to sleep, when to use the bathroom, what to wear, order her foodand drinks without consulting her. Tell her when sex is happening and what type. If itâs too much, just pick one day where she canât make a decision.
45. If youâve never slapped her face, start on this trip. Maybe just a couple times at first and then build up to several times in a row during some form of sex. Require eye contact. Let her tear up and let her go through the range of emotions. While looking at you and enduring it, let her feel your support, but then slap her again. As a submissive this is for real an emotional growth as a couple and can be meaningful. Talk to her about it the next day. Tell her sheâs so good for taking it in and youâre going to slap her again soon.
46. Spank her very hard right before the trip so the little spankings here and there actually hurt quickly. Wipe tears and give hugs. This hard and soft feedback at the same time feeds a sub like you wouldnât believe.
47. Donât let her sleep in pajamas. Always nude. Sheâll get used to it.
48. Force too much Alcohol/weed into her and then discuss both of your darkest fantasies.
49. Slap that pussy every chance you get. Keep it just a little sore.
#d/s marriage#24/7 d/s#real d/s#d/s real life#dom/sub#domestic discipline#d/s lifestyle#spankin#d/s#submissivewife
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Request: Reader waking up Tiffany on her birthday by going down on her. Thanksđ
It took me ages, but I am slowly getting back to my old reqs. Thank you for waiting, baby! đđ hope ya'll like it
cw: somnophilia, oral sex, cursing, humping, stablished relantionship, not really proof read, no mommy kink this time for once;
You were planning this little surprise for a few weeks now. You took Tifanny for a little weekend trip for her birthday, only the two of you in a cabin in the woods away from people, her fans, away from job duties, anything that would exhaust her more on such special occasion.
The night before you had a great time; you ate nice food and drank two bottles of wine. It was perfect.
Actually, almost perfect, since you two got so drunk your attempt to have sex went south because you two literally fell asleep naked in each others arms without even begining the act itself.
You woke up first, looking around, your head throbbed a bit but iit was manageable; your eyes scanned the room and there she was. Her ever so perfect hair a bit messy on her face, her eyes closed in a deep slumber, her lips slightly apart. You heart skipped a beat. You smiled, trying to recall the last time you saw her so disheveled.
Slowly you sat down, pulling the covers on the way, smiling again as you remembered the last night failed sex. You two were completely naked. You shivered. The thought of taking her like that went through your mind like a lightning, quickly arousing you.
"Would it be a good present?" You talked to yourself, you little mischievous thought only growing as your neediness grew as well.
Your gaze traveled around her naked form; her perky tits and slightly muscled abdomen, her milky thighs and the little bush of hair on her pretty pussy. Your mouth wattered. The need of drinking her sweet juices while she was in such state of vulnerability made yourself throb.
Slowly you crawled by her knees, lightly pushing her legs apart so she wouldn't notice you just yet; laying on your stomach you bit your lip when you faced her pussy. It looked so pretty from this close you always got a bit shocked.
Positioning yourself closer, you inhaled her scent, whimpering; you put your tongue out, licking just the tip of her hooded clit, that action eliciting goosebumps on your skin and in hers too. You hugged her legs in a lighter way to better angle your face and did it again, this time not only licking but attatching yourself on it to suck.
You watched her stir just a bit, thankfully she was a heavy sleeper and the wine also had a part on the job of keeping her knocked out.
You felt her slit drip a bit of her arousal onto your chin and her nipples get slightly hard, your pussy throbbed in response as you humped the mattress, feeling your own arousal slick through your folds.
Gathering her slick on your tongue you hummed against her core upon tasting that divine flavour, unconsciously closing your eyes in approval. You were so lost in her that you didn't even aknowledged her eyes open and her gaze fixated on your face.
Tiffany bit her lip trying to suppress a moan in order not to startle you. Her body jolted forward when you gave her a particularly hard lick and her hand instinctively found your hair.
"Fuck baby" Her voice sounded hoarse from sleep and you smiled against her sensitive clit, still attached to it as if your life depended on it. "Such a good girl" She caressed your hair, tossing her head back a bit.
She held your head a bit closer, moaning just a little higher; you felt how she was getting wetter by the second, your chin coated in her juices. You closed your eyes, rubbing your tongue on her pussy up and down, not stopping for anything except her command. But she wouldn't stop too, she wouldn't dare to lose that contact. Not when her pretty girl made her feel so good, so satisfied.
"Don't stop b-baby, I'm almost there" Tiff said in a shaky breath, her legs slitghly trembling. "You do me so good, darling" You rolled your eyes upon hearing her say that in that lustful tone.
You lost count of how many minutes you spent sucking her off with your whole might, humping the matress as if you were her little pet in heat.
"I am gonna cum all over your face baby" She held your head in place, forcing your mouth against her core. Cursing, moaning, in the wildest of ways. Her juices gushed in your face and you made sure to collect all of it, your own orgasm hitting you blindly hard.
It took you a while to stop sucking her off, your own dizzy state taking over your body as she praised you again and again, caressing your head.
When you finally stopped what you were doing, she was shaking harder than you ever saw her do it, pulling you for a deep passionate kiss.
"Happy birthday, Tiff" You said a bit out of breath.
"Happy birthday to me, my darling" She answered against your lips, kissing them again.
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