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afterglowkatie · 1 month ago

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is it over now? | k.c.c.

kyra cooney-cross x williamson!reader | 1.8k | kyra knows you're leah's sister, but it's been a few days since and all your messages, calls and voicemails are left unanswered

ˏˋ°•*⁀ part of the daylight universe. you can go read the first part 'daylight' before reading this :) currently five more main parts planned out as well

‘Kyra please. Please just let me explain. Please pick up or call me back,’ Another unanswered phone call. Another voicemail left while you paced around your apartment. It had been a few days since that match and Kyra hadn’t returned any of your calls or any of your messages. You’d restrained yourself from going to her apartment, trying to give her some space understanding she’d be upset.

If you were in Kyra’s position you’d also be upset and reacting the same way. But you just wanted to explain and hopefully Kyra could understand where you’re coming from and things can go back to how they were. You didn’t want to lose Kyra. Work the past few days hadn’t felt the same without your favourite person walking through the doors.

You probably looked semi crazy, your head shooting up or turning around so fast whenever you heard the little bell above the front door ring. Hoping that Kyra would be the one walking through. Though every single time you’d let out a disappointed sigh and do your best to throw on the friendliest smile you could muster and greet the customer, who wasn’t Kyra, who’d just walked into your shop.

It’s not like there was anyone you could reach out to either to see if Kyra was alright. You couldn’t ask your sister, she’d definitely question why you were asking about someone you’d only met ‘once in passing’. You really couldn’t ask any of the other girls either for the same reason, since you and Kyra had kept your meetings to yourselves, enjoying the bit of privacy you had to explore each other in private.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard a knock on your apartment door, ‘Oh,’ Your shoulders deflated and the hope on your face faltered slightly when you opened your door revealing your sister on the other side.

‘Oh? Were you expecting someone else?’ Leah feigned offence at your reaction and slipped past you making herself at home in your apartment.

‘I wasn’t expecting anyone?’ Raising your eyebrow at Leah you reluctantly shut the door. Part of you was hoping that Leah would disappear and Kyra would suddenly appear.

‘What do you mean? We made these plans ages ago, finally getting you to come out with the girls again,’ Leah looked at you sceptically, in a way where you felt like she could see right through you, ‘You’ve been acting strange lately. Am I too cool for you?’ Leah smirked as you shook your head.

‘You? Too cool? I think you need to read the definition of cool because you are not it,’ You gently nudged your sister laughing along with her. It had been a while since you properly hung out with Leah or the other girls. But right now you couldn’t think of anything worse, ‘Can we just stay in tonight Le, please? I’m not feeling the best today,’ It wasn’t a complete lie, not being able to contact Kyra had left your stomach in knots and your sleep schedule was a complete mess making your head hurt on and off throughout the days.

‘Fine, but you owe me and the girls a night out soon,’ Leah slung her arm around you, pulling you close. It was the perfect night with your sister, you really needed that distraction. You really needed any distraction that stopped you from burning holes in your flooring from pacing around your apartment.

Though your distraction only lasted a night and part way through the next day you were back where you were before Leah showed up at your apartment. There was a constant weight in your stomach, which wasn’t eased when you noticed all your messages had been left on read and your calls went straight to voicemail.

‘Alessia, thank you,’ The need to talk to someone about the situation led you to messaging Alessia quite late at night when you were going through another almost sleepless night, which you apologised for when you realised. Alessia, although given how close she was with Kyra and Leah and considering she played with them both, felt like the safest option you had in terms of someone you could talk to.

‘Leah did not mention how you look like you haven’t slept in weeks when she was talking about how nice it was to actually spend time with you again the other night,’ You could see concern on Alessia’s face. You got on quite well with Alessia since the first time Leah introduced you to her, ‘What’s going on?’

‘So,’ You started while you brought your hands up to your face, still pacing around the room while Alessia sat there watching you, ‘You cannot tell Leah, or anyone, but especially Leah,’ You knew it was unfair of you to put Alessia in this situation knowing what you were about to put on her but you just needed a friend that would hopefully listen and try to understand, ‘I was kind of seeing Kyra,’

‘Wait, Kyra? As in our Kyra?’ The surprise written across Alessia’s face wasn’t all that unusual considering the circumstances. All you did was nod while your stomach did flips thinking about Kyra, slight unease overtaking the usual fuzziness you’d normally feel when thinking about her, knowing all of this could’ve been avoidable.

‘Well Kyra didn’t know I’m Leah’s sister either,’ Drawing out your response you noticed Alessia’s slight hesitation before speaking, trying to process the mess you were revealing to her.

‘I take it that Kyra knows now?’ You groaned sitting down next to Alessia, head in your hands.

‘And now she’s not answering my calls or texts and I don’t know what to do,’ If it wasn’t for Alessia already knowing you were the same age as her, the way you looked up at her with the biggest pout on your face, she would’ve thought you were a lot younger. Like someone who was experiencing their first big relationship, first misunderstanding.

The way you looked so defeated and it hadn’t been that long since the match, she could tell you really cared about Kyra. If anyone could see you they would be able to see it, they’d be able to tell that what you and Kyra had, despite never talking about labelling it, that it was much more than just a casual thing.

‘Look, I haven’t known Kyra all that long either but if she cares about you the same way you seem to care about her then I think you’ll be fine. It’s probably a lot to process and she’s not someone who’ll just go about pretending you don’t exist anymore. She’ll come back,’ Trying to let Alessia’s words sink in to give you that comforting reassurance, you laid your head on her shoulder mumbling out your appreciation that she was here listening to you spiral, ‘Now tell me everything, how did you guys even meet without any of us knowing?’

Letting someone know about you and Kyra was partly relieving and partly added a layer of worries. Worries about Leah or anyone else finding out in a way you weren’t ready for. But for now that was at the back of your mind, something you’d deal with later on.

‘Well now I know why you look so familiar,’ Dropping your keys out of surprise at hearing the one voice you had been longing to hear for the entire week. You definitely didn’t think that you’d come home to find Kyra standing outside your apartment, ‘Really I don’t know why I didn’t pick it sooner. Your resemblance to Leah is uncanny,’

Kyra tried to keep the air light between you. But even now while you were both sitting in your apartment you felt like the air was suffocating you. Having Kyra back here as all you wanted, but not knowing where this talk might lead had you stressing. All the worst case scenarios were running through your mind, taking up all the space you could barely think about what you were going to say to Kyra.

‘Hey,’ Over the months, Kyra has come to really know you. To the point she could almost read you like an open book. She had always been able to tell what you needed without you even needing to tell her, ‘I still really like you, you know,’ Kyra gave you a small reassuring smile while placing her hand on top of yours, giving it a slight squeeze, ‘I just want to understand,’

You gave a small nod and took a deep breath trying to collect yourself, Kyra’s hand never left yours, ‘I didn’t mean to not tell you. But it also felt nice having someone who got to know me for me and not getting to know me just because I’m Leah’s sister. Also I was a little scared that if you knew Leah was my sister then it would scare you away. As much as I love Le, she’s scared away quite a few people before,’

‘What? Leah scaring people away? Couldn’t see that happening at all,’ Kyra’s voice dripping with sarcasm while you started relaxing a little, the corner of your lips starting to turn upwards, ‘All she does is smile,’

‘You’re so annoying,’ You playfully nudged Kyra, shaking your head, while you both laughed out loudly.

‘Yeah but you still like me,’ Kyra smiled more, wrapping her arm around you, pulling you into her side, ‘And I do like you, very much. Big scary Leah isn’t going to keep me away from you either,’ Kyra leaned down slightly, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

‘Are you sure? I did like lie and I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me,’ If you were looking at Kyra you would’ve seen the look of disbelief she pulled at you. Her expression would’ve been enough alone to convince you that you were being silly, as if she didn’t just semi-express her feelings towards you.

‘Technically, you didn’t lie. You just didn’t say it,’ Kyra leaned back further into the couch, pulling you half on top of her, while rubbing your side gently, ‘And did you not listen when I told you that I like you,’ Kyra placed a hand on your cheek, gently moving your head so you were looking at her, ‘Assuming there isn’t anything else you’re keeping from me, but anyway since I really like you, it’s a risk i’m willing to take since I don’t intend on letting you go anytime soon,’

You smiled, closing the gap between you both. Your lips connecting with hers, making up for the past week where you missed her touch, missed her being around, missed being close to her. The kiss also said a million words, expressing all the feelings for each other that neither of you could properly say, ‘So you forgive me?’ Mumbling against her lips, your forehead resting against hers slightly.

Kyra smirked, a cheeky grin quickly replacing it, ‘I could be convinced,’

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scarletwinterxx · 2 months ago

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but on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again - kim mingyu imagine

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10 years ago

"Kyeom, I'm gonna go. I have assignments to do"

"What noooo, the game's just about to start" he mutters, he even kick feet like a little kid

"Then stay, but I'm going" you didn't even give him a chance to say anything because you're already out the gym doors. Your bestfriend used to your attitude at this point, he lets you be.

You pull your bag on your shoulders as you walk towards the school gates, some students were also on their way out since classes are done. Just as you were about to exit, someone calls your name making you look back.

When you spot who was calling you, confusion took over your face. Wondering why Kim Mingyu is here running after you when he should be inside with the basketball team.

"Hey, glad I caught you" he smiles at you.

Kim Mingyu, the guy who's known across all campus. He's the star student, all the teachers like him, he's never missed a class, he's good at studying, never the troublemaker, has a big circle of friends and an even bigger number of admirers from all across the school.

"What's up, do you need something?" you nonchalantly replied but that didn't deter him one bit

"Yea uh actually I wanted to ask you out" he scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as he waits for your answer

"Me?"

"Yea, I like you"

"Oh uh thanks. But I'm not really looking for that type of thing right now"

You watch the smile fall from MIngyu's face before it comes back again, it doesn't quite reach his eyes though. You notice.

"Oh"

"Yeah, sorry but uhm goodluck on your game though. I'm gonna go now" you wave goodbye before going your way. Not once turning to look back where Mingyu was left standing.

The rest of your high school life flew by like that. You still mostly kept to yourself, a few close friends, never really wanting to have any eyes on you. Mingyu never contacted you after that. You two acted like strangers once again, his confession something only you and him know.

Present Day

"Did you get the invite?" Dokyeom asks the moments he enters your apartment. After all these years, he's still your bestfriends. Most of your 'friends' from high school you've already lost contact with, you realized you were only friends with them only because you saw them everyday. Not many of them really made the effort to keep in contact, you can't blame them though since you didn't either.

But that's life. People come and go.

"For?"

"Our high school reunion, please tell me you're going"

"I did get it, and no I'm not going"

"What? Why? It'll be fun" he still does this thing where he stomps his feet like a kid when you say no to him, annoying but he's your bestfriend so you learned to put up with it.

"I don't even talk to anyone from high school apart from you"

"I'll be there, you can talk to me" he weakly reasons out, trying to plead with you is like trying to move a cement brick wall. He knows it's a losing battle but he still tries anyways.

"You won't stop bugging me unless I go, won't you?"

"You know me too well"

"Fine, but I'm not staying long"

"3 hours tops"

"2, take it or leave it"

Leave it to Dokyeom to make sure you're actually coming because by 5pm the day of the reunion, he came to your apartment even though you're taking your own car since you don't plan on staying as long as him.

"Oh you actually got ready" he says when you open the door

"I don't want another long message from you, let's go before I change my mind"

The two of you drove separately to the venue, as an introvert you admit when you got there you already want to go home. You see the familiar faces, already dreading the amount of small talks you have to do for the rest of the night. Cursing Dokyeom in your mind.

Your bestfriend didn't even give you a chance to step back inside your car before he's pulling you inside, saying hello to everyone on your way in. He's always been the nicer one between the two of you.

The two of you grab some snacks and drinks before continuing on meddling with your former schoolmates. Your social battery draining drastically by the second when you hear Dokyeom almost scream from beside you,

"Kim Mingyu! Yo dude you made it"

You look over where Dokyeom went, watching him give a bro hug to the guy. There Kim Mingyu stands, still as handsome as ever. A lot of years passed by but he still looks the same, just even better now.

The years have indeed been kind to him.

With everything happening around you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. A few moments away from sneaking out but Dokyeom catches you once again before you can even give it a try

"Y/N's here too, you remember Mingyu right?"

You wanted to step on your bestfriend's shoes to make him shut up but instead you just shoot him a tight lipped smile before turning to the taller guy,

"Hi"

"Hey, it's been a while. I haven't seen you since... graduation"

"Yea, you too"

End of conversation.

You're still the same, Mingyu thinks. You're still the same girl he liked back then, you're still just as hard to read, still answering with single sentences, still beautiful like the day you broke his heart.

He wonders how you've been since then. Are you dating anyone or are you still out there breaking other guys' heart with your cold demeanor. He's still friends with Dokyeom and last he heard you've been doing okay. No mention of a boyfriend.

You don't give him a chance to ask any question, you say something to Dokyeom before walking towards the door

"Is she alright?" he can't help but ask

"Oh yea, she's being her usual self. It's a miracle I even got her to go tonight so I won't even be surprised if she's about to sneak home now, I'll just call her later"

"You two still close?"

"She's my bestfriend, dude. Of course we are, we're like twins ya know. Anyways how's the cafe going"

Mingyu hangs out with Dokyeom for the rest of the night, they didn't really run out of things to catch up on. He can't help but wonder how two very different people manage to stay close friends. But then again it's Dokyeom, one of the nicest guy he knows. At the end of the day, he's glad you're friends with someone like him.

The next day Dokyeom calls you to bombard you with stories about the reunion that you missed when you came home, he goes on and on about catching up with Mingyu then some other people from your batch you don't even talk to anymore but you listen anyways.

After the phone call, you get ready to go to work. You go on with your routine and before you know it you're done with your 9-5. That goes on for the rest of the week.

Some people hate it but you liked having a routine, it drives you crazy when things don't go your way.

Like tonight, your workmates all but forced you to come with them for afterwork drinks. You wanted to decline but you already done so many times so they made sure you come with them this time.

"Okay okay so what if you're in a room full of all the people you ever liked, who would you go to?"

Everyone take turns to answer until all head turns to you, "Oh me?"

"Yea, come on spill the details girlie we won't tell" one of your workmate jokes, clearly drunk

You take a few more seconds to think before you say your answer

"I guess this guy I rejected in high school"

"What? Oh my gosh whoooo, tell us tell us what happened" they excitedly ask

"Oh no big deal, just a guy. He was nice, like really nice. I liked that about him, but uh I guess high school me wasn't ready for any kind of commitment so I rejected him. I choose him because I want to apologize, that's all"

"Aw did you hear that? that's so cuteee"

"So where is he now?"

"I don't know, I never really kept in touch"

You grab your glass so you can avoid any more questions, after an hour to tell them goodbye since you still have to go to work tomorrow.

And as expected you woke up with a slight headache, even though you wanted to stay in bed for the day you know you can't. You get up and get ready for the day, planning to stop by this cafe your workmates keep on mentioning on your way to work.

Good things it's still early, when you got the cafe there were only a few people inside. You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries on the stand.

"Next, Hi goodmorning what can I get you?"

"Hi, can I get an iced Vanilla Latte and a bagel with cream cheese to go? Thank you" you say your order while the cashier notes it down "Okay, for a moment I'll just get your order ready"

"Sure" you wait on the counter for your order, checking the other pastries and the menu board.

Mingyu was at the back, getting some stocks ready for the day when he spots someone on the counter. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you standing in his cafe, immediately a smile forming on his face as he watch you look at the display case.

You're too lost in your own world to notice him now standing Infront of you so he clears his throat to get your attention, "Can I get you something else, see anything you like?" he asks

He can see you weren't expecting to see him here, out of all places.

What in the twisted fate was this, you think to yourself.

"Oh uh the other barista already took my order" you tell him, Mingyu goes to the other guy telling him something before returning to the register with your order, "One iced vanilla latte and bagel with cream cheese, here you go. Anything else?" he asks again

"I think this is all for now, so how much?"

"On the house" Mingyu says with a smile, makes you wonder if he does this on a regular basis but you shake the thought away.

"What? No, come on I'll feel bad. Tell me how much" you tell Mingyu but he just shakes his head at you

"Free coffee for the pretty lady"

"Do you tell all your lady customers that?" you ask him, the words already out before you can stop yourself. You can feel your cheeks heat up but Mingyu just chuckles, again he shakes his head

"Just you, tell me next time how's our coffee and baked goods are then we'll call it even" he tells you, pointing at the suggestion box

"Are you sure? My workmates recommended this place and they said the coffee is good but I never really went with them" you tell him,

"You work close by?"

"A few blocks from here, I sometimes pass by here but it's always so busy. I guess I got lucky today"

All this time you were this close to where he was and he never knew. Mingyu mentally agrees with you, indeed it is a lucky day because for the first time since he met you you finally said more than one sentence to him.

17 year old Mingyu would be pouting and kicking his feet out of jealousy, he would never believe this day would come but here you are.

"Thank you for the coffee and food, uh see you around"

"You too, Y/N. It's nice to see you again" he smile again, you shoot him a small smile before going your way.

He watches you go out the door, the scene of you walking away hitting him like a Deja vu. A scene from 10 years go playing in head. Just as you were about to exit the door, to turn around to look at him behind the counter then shoot him another smile then you were gone.

This time though Mingyu wasn't left with a heart to mend but something to look forward to. Maybe just maybe this time it'll be his chance.

"You're down bad" Hoshi, his co-owner and other barista, says from beside him

"Huh?"

"Really?? Coffee for the pretty lady? so original" he laughs

"What? I never used that on anyone" Mingyu mumbles, "I know, that's why I said you're down bad. Who is she by the way?"

"Someone very special, call me when she comes back" he pats Hoshi on the shoulder before going to the back to resume his re-stocking duties.

Mingyu didn't want to expect (but he was), he would be lying if he didn't tell Hoshi he'd open tomorrow and man the register just in case you come in early again. He would be lying if he says he looked up every time the bell dings signaling another customer came in only it wasn't you.

It took you a few days before you visited again, and this time luck wasn't on Mingyu's side because he was not on duty.

"Hey, you're Mingyu's friend" Hoshi remembers you from the other day, greeting you with a big smile making his eyes almost disappear. He seems like a warm person, very friendly.

"Yeah, you can say that" you shyly answer him "Oh right sorry, what can I get you?"

"I'll get another iced vanilla latte. The last one you made was really good" you tell him

"Thanks, make sure to drop that inside our box" he jokes "Anything else?"

"Can you recommend any pastry for me to try? They all look so good"

"Honestly, not to be biased, everything's good here but that chocolate cake is extra special. Mingyu makes it himself everyday, want a slice?"

"Sure, sounds great"

Hoshi, you learn his name, goes and make your order like before then returns to the counter "Okay here you go, and the man says it's on the house"

"Huh?" you ask confused "Mingyu said it's on the house if ever you come back"

"Oh I can not not pay, he already said that the last time" you said, already getting your card out

"No really, he insists. And between us, I'd be in bigger trouble if I let you pay. If you want to scold him, feel free to do so and drop it in the box"

You chuckle, finally taking your drink and food "Thanks again, let me write something" you seat on a vacant chair to get a paper from inside your bag, writing a quick note before going back to the counter to drop it in the box. You say goodbye to Hoshi before going.

You feel your phone ring in your pocket, Dokyeom's name flashing on the screen "Barbeque later"

"Are you asking or are you telling me?"

"I'll come by after work" then he hangs up.

A few hours later, your bestfriend shows up with a few grocery bags and a loud mouth. You two catch up on what you missed on the few days you didn't get to talk, he likes staying up to date with your life even though nothing really ever happens. He's like the brother you never expected but you're now stuck with.

"Do you have any sweets here, chocolate or something" you hear him scrummaging through your kitchen

"I have a cake slice in the fridge"

Dokyeom finds it then walks back to the dining table, setting it in the middle to share between the two of you

"Oh gosh this is so good, where did you buy this?"

"At Mingyu's cafe, did you know he had one?" you ask back, Dokyeom's head springs up to look at you

"You went there? Mingyu did mention he had a cafe. So you two talked?"

"Yea he was there the first time I went, it was really nice the coffee is good. The other barista said Mingyu baked this" you tell him, taking another bite

"You know, you never told me why you rejected him"

Dokyeom suddenly mentioning that made you cough out loud, "You said you liked him right? Then all of a sudden you were telling me you rejected him"

"Are we really talking about this? It's been 10 years"

"Yea"

"Like I said, I didn't have the time and I got overwhelmed. Everyone knew who Mingyu was, I didn't want that kind of attention on me too. I guess 17 year old me got scared"

Dokyeom listens to you, watching you stab the piece of cake before taking a bite "For what it's worth, he really liked you back then. He even asked me what your favorites were, I said you liked cakes more than ice cream"

Back at the cafe, Mingyu comes in after Hoshi closes so he can start on baking tomorrow's batch of cake. He's in the kitchen getting the ingredients ready while Hoshi cleans the display case and front of the house.

He was humming to himself when he hears the kitchen door swing open, "Oh by the way Y/N dropped by today"

Mingyu forgets the number he was on, now he has to measure the flour all over again. He turns to look at his friend with an annoyed expression, Hoshi holds his hands in the air

"Hey don't blame me, not my fault she went here on your only day off. But I did say it's on the house courtesy of you, so you're welcome"

"Atleast you did something right" Mingyu says

"And she got the chocolate cake, she also dropped something in the box. Go check it when you're done, I'm going now" he waves goodbye before going to the office to do a few more things before leaving Mingyu alone at the shop.

He tries to focus first on what he's doing, going back to measuring the ingredients and putting it in the oven before going to the counter to get the box.

How will find your note here when there's about 30 others in here, he's not so sure. He reads through a few of them when finally he finds one

Coffee is great, maybe even better with company. On me next time I come back, thanks Gyu :)

He knows it's from you because of the nickname, a lot of people from highschool used to call him that. It may be common but it sounded extra special when you're the one calling him that. He takes the note and put it in his pocket before putting the others back.

Tonight's cake about to be extra good.

When Mingyu comes in the shop the next day he was expecting you to come, he wasn't going to lie about it this time.

It might seem silly but he never really got over his crush on you. There's something about you that he admired so much, even though people said you're the 'ice queen' with your stoic expression and one line answers he thinks you're just always straight to the point.

He never harbored hard feelings even after you rejected him, he understood your reasons. He knew you were focused on your studies but he just wanted to shoot his shot.

That day when he asked you, he already saw you in the gym before the game. He thought you were going to watch only for you to disappear a few minutes before they started, he chased after you with high hopes only to be handed his heart back in a few pieces. But even then he still liked you, he continued on admiring you from afar. Cheering you on your academic victories and cheering for you on your graduation day when you gave out your valedictorian speech.

He liked watching you achieve your goals, you always had that laser focus and determination. The entire class knew you deserved it.

Now a decade later, you're still the same in some ways. The night during the reunion party, he didn't expect to see you there. You didn't age a day, you still look so beautiful. You now carry this confident but reserved aura around you, he admits he was a bit intimidated to approach you so he thanks Dokyeom for being there.

The day passed by and still no sign of you, when he turns the open sign over to close he lets out the biggest sigh. Looking at the last slice of cake on the stand, ironically very similar to him. Waiting for you to come by.

He's busy mopping the floors to notice he didn't lock the front door, you just got out of work and decided to check if the cafe was still open. The sign said closed but you spot Mingyu inside so you try to knock on the glass door but he couldn't hear you so you let yourself in.

You walk closer to where he was before tapping him on the back making the tall man jump up in the air with mop in hand.

Mingyu turns around, holding his hand to his chest as he looks at you blinking back at him "Fuck you scared the shit out of me, sorry" he mumbles the apology after letting a few curses out

"Sorry, I didn't mean too. I knocked but you couldn't hear. Uhm is it a bad time?"

"No, I mean no it's good. I was just cleaning up. Do you want anything?" he asks you, putting the mop in the bucket before walking towards the counter with you following. He stands by the cashier while you stand on the other side

You spot the last piece of cake like it's calling your name, Mingyu following your gaze. Smiling to himself while he waits for your order.

"I'll get the last piece of chocolate cake, please. Hoshi recommended it yesterday and it was really food. Glad I got the last one" you smile

Little did you know he made that recipe with you in mind. He knew you liked chocolate cakes. "Chocolate cake coming up, anything else? Our cookies are good too, let me get some for you"

"As long as you let me pay for it"

"Not a chance, miss" Mingyu smirks, putting the remaining cookies in a box along with the cake before walking back to face you

"Not this again, you already got it for me the last few times I was here. How will you run a business if you keep on giving it out for free"

"I don't always do it" Mingyu shrugs

"Just let me pay please" you say giving him your card but he just pushes it back

"No"

"Mingyu"

He smiles, looking over at you. For a second you were taken back by his stare. The only way you can describe it was sweet, he looked so sweet like the cake he baked. He looked so soft and gentle like he wouldn't break a heart.

"Come back next time, I'll let you pay"

"You said that the last time"

"Then keep coming back, maybe one day I'll let you" he confidently tells you, the underlying message of wanting to see you again lies in the air. He holds his breath waiting for your next words,

"If you don't let me pay the next time, I won't come back" you threaten him cutely, finally taking the bag from him. Mingyu smiles walking to the other side to walk you out.

Before you reach the door you stop, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you" you turn to look up at him

"Go ahead, I'm listening"

You take a few seconds, again surprised with how he's staring right at you. Like he's seeing all of you.

"I would like to apologize for what happened before, you know the whole rejection thing. I know it's a bit overdue, actually it's very overdue but I've always wanted to say sorry. Someone asked me if I was in a room full of all the people I liked, who would I run to I said you. That's because I wanted to say sorry... so yea. I'm sorry" you mumble, now you're looking at his chest. Too shy to look at him

"You like me?" Mingyu mumbles

This make you look at him again, "That's all you heard?"

"I mean I appreciate the thought, apology accepted. Now back to my question.. I heard that right, right?"

"You're not wrong"

You and your one liner answers.

"So how many are there in the room" he asks, now he's teasing you. You can't help but scowl at him, rolling your eyes.

"It's a very short list and you're missing my point"

"No I get it, and no need to apologize. I respect your decision back then and I still do now. No need to say sorry over that, no hard feelings" he smiles at you.

Mingyu wanted to reach out and hold your hand but he stops himself. He didn't want to mess this again with you, if this is finally his second chance then he's not going to do anything to mess it up.

"I really am, it's been 10 years but I just wanted to tell you that. So yea.. that's uh that's all"

"Can I ask something?"

"What?" you ask back "Who else would be in the room with me, do I know the others"

"Oh my gosh! It's a very short list"

He laughs at your answer, reaching up to tuck the loose hair than fell on your face behind your ear.

"I believe you, tell me about it next time you get coffee"

"Seriously making me rethink about coming back here" you pout, this made Mingyu's heart pound like crazy. A hundred shots of espresso got nothing on you. Only you can make him feel this way, so alive.

"I'll bake you a cake" he bargains

"Chocolate?"

"All yours, on the house"

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infinizero · 7 months ago

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Danny as The Ghostly Informant TM except nobody realizes it's the same person

Danny after retiring, maybe because the portals are closed or maybe because he became Ghost Royalty or Important Ghost TM who told everyone not to come to Earth, decides to go travelling like or with Dani/Elle

Its really up to anyone whether it was reveal gone right after graduation and dude wants to find himself before doing the whole college thing or reveal gone wrong and is running away maybe in another dimension maybe in the same and Amity Park is a blind zone in any case he goes travelling

The first one he encounters is a more easygoing JL member maybe Flash maybe Wonder Woman trying to figure out how to defeat a Realms ghost so Danny, seeing them struggling, decides to help and either talks the ghost down or soups them

In both cases he opens a portal to the realms and lets them go back through.

They talk a little, Danny as Danny introduces Infinite Realms ghosts as they are trying his best to figure out if they also want to hunt down ecto-entities. The JL member would want to learn more so they exchange information details just in case something like this happens again

Around this time, a JLD member gets wind of the new Important Ghost around the area and needs to find out more about them. After scouting around a little, he finds a way to summon what seems to be a young protective spirit who seems close to the Important Ghost.

Spoiler alert: the protective spirit and Important Ghost are both Danny. All the time travel stuff are attributed to Important Ghost and the beating up other ghosts who come near a specific place to protective spirit. Bonus points if there is a misunderstanding that Important Ghost is protective spirit's parent that's why they beat up Pariah Dark

So they summon Danny as Phantom to ask questions and eventually get the ok to summon him again just in case they need to know things, with the understanding that neither will hurt each other (the JLD member also has the vague idea of asking Phantom to bring Important Ghost over to their side if another worldending thing happenes again)

Soon enough, Danny as Danny meets one of the younger JL adjacent teams (Teen Titans or Young Justice when they're babies? Maybe even Damian's team that I don't know the name of? Maybe the Outlaws?) and helps them out against one of his rogues.

If it's the same dimension, Danny sees that they are younger superheroes and/or not as connected to the government as the older ones, so he warns them about the anti ecto acts and being careful since being so close to death is very slowly making them more liminal/if they're liminal then tells them to stay away from GIW

If not the same dimension then he just gets talking to them about ecto-entities and does basically the same thing as the first JL member he met, eventually exchanging contact information

This pattern continues for a while as Batman receives reports from whichever Robin about ecto-entities being a thing and either holding a meeting because of the anti ecto acts or because there is an entire species that could destroy all of us by possessing Superman and none of you JLD thought to inform me???

At this point of time, most of the JL has met and some even asked for his help and they talk about the various things they've learned from their Informant(Danny) and because it's Danny they slowly get a full picture of everything because he talked about obsessions with one person and cores to another and so on so forth

They all eventually come to the conclusion that they should ask for more details from their Informant

Cue Danny being bombarded by text messages of all the people he's helped asking him about the Realms while being summoned as Phantom.

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reiderwriter · 1 year ago

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Here Kitty

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: After you play up in front of all of Spencer's friends, he has to teach you how obedient pets behave.

Warnings: Day Three of Kinktober - Collaring, choking, spanking, fingering, semi-public sex, BDSM, Mean Dom! Spencer, sub reader, pet play, use of kitten as a pet name. MINORS DNI 18+

A/N: Here is the highly requested part two of this fic!! It's day three of Kinktober and I hope you've enjoyed everything so far<3 Just a reminder, five out of seven fics a week are only going up on AO3, so if you missed yesterday's fic, make sure to look for it on the masterlist!!! I hope you enjoyed the exploits of Spencer and his little kitten! My requests are currently open, and my inbox is open for any other kinds of messages too, so if you wanna chat about the Kinktober fics, drop a message (and an emoji if you want to stay anon), and let's talk!

You could hear the confusion from inside as you left the building, letting Reid drag you out by your hands. You put up a little bit of resistance, of course, not one to roll over and take it so easily.

“Spence, what’s wrong?” you giggled, enjoying the way his jaw clenched in annoyance.

“Get in the car, now.” You immediately obeyed, growing more excited as you heard the anger in his voice You’d said no to him tonight, you’d played up in front of his friends, letting them go on believing something that wasn’t true and now he was going to make you pay for it.

He opened the passenger side door for you and you climbed in, making sure to brush your ass against his crotch as you did, teasing him a little bit more.

“Panties off, now,” he demanded again, and you hesitated.

“Spencer, we’re still in the parking lot. Anyone could come out and see us…”

“That didn’t bother you earlier when you were telling our coworkers how we met. Panties.” He held his hand open and you mumbled another ‘yes, sir,’ lifting your ass up to pull the small offending piece of material down your body. Despite your fully black outfit, the panties were bright white, and you felt his gaze travel down your legs as you pushed them further down until they were completely off. You balled them up quickly after that and put them in his hands.

“Good girl, now open up.” You did as he asked and he pushed the panties into your mouth with a quickness that had you moaning, before opening your legs for an inspection.

“Let me see what we have here, is my little kitten wet?” He ghosts his fingers over your clit and your muffled moans confirm his words as he slips between your folds.

“Shhh, baby. We’re still in the parking lot, after all.” He smirks through the words and pulls the panties out of your mouth again, discarding them in the back of his beat-up car. He thrusts three fingers in you then, not bothering to work one in at a time, knowing already that you can take it.

“Listen to yourself, kitten, you’re so fucking desperate for me, letting me touch you out in the open like this.”

“Yes, sir, want you so bad, need everyone to know.” You moaned, grinding into his fingers as he leaned over you in your seat, watching the way his fingers grew wetter and wetter with each thrust.

“What do you need, baby?” He asked, whispering it into your ear as you grew closer and closer to your climax.

“Need to cum, sir, please can I cum?” You begged him, desperate for him to keep going, to be nice today of all days and listen to your pleas. Instead, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you alone in the car as he slams the passenger side door and lets himself into the driver's side.

You whimper slightly as he pulls your seatbelt around you, fastening it, but not coming close enough to make contact and avoiding your lips when you lean into him.

“I’m going to assume that collar came with a lead, kitten. Did you bring it with you?” He asks, fastening his own seatbelt and starting the car. You nod shyly and reach for the purse you had since discarded on the ground, pulling out a small leather strap about a meter in length.

“Perfect, baby. Put it on for me.” He whispered and then didn’t say anything as he drove you back to his apartment. You pulled up quickly, the bar only a ten-minute drive from where he lived, and he got out of the car and came around to collect you.

“No talking back, okay baby? Give me the lead.” He said, opening your door for you. Reluctantly, you passed it to him, not certain where he was going with this. He gave it a quick yank and you moaned, following his small tugs out of the car. He kept a tight grip on the lead and wrapped a possessive hand around your waist as he pulled you further toward his apartment building.

“Stay quiet, kitten, okay? Wouldn’t want the neighbors to come out and see you like this, right?” You nodded, feeling yourself grow more needy as he laid out the risks for you. The first time Spencer had fucked you it had been in public, with similar threats and promises whispered into your ears like confessions to a priest. He knew you liked it, knew your moans were so loud because you liked the idea of other people listening in, wanting everyone to know that you were a little whore in heat that couldn’t get enough of him.

When you finally were over the threshold of his apartment, he pushed you roughly to your knees, still holding onto the lead, and moved further into the apartment, finally reaching the edge of his chair and sitting himself down.

“Crawl to me, kitten,” he demanded, and you obeyed, swaying your hips seductively as you slowly moved closer to him, his eyes trained on you the entire time, giving sharp tugs to the lead every time he thought you were taking too long.

“Perfect, kitten, good listening. I want you face down in my lap now, okay? Stick your ass up nicely for me, okay baby?” He whispered as soon as you came close enough, and you obeyed again, bracing yourself for what was coming.

“You were a naughty little slut today, so I’m going to have to punish you baby. This is so you learn, you know. I’m doing this all for you,” he said rubbing your ass tenderly before raising it up and bringing it back down again, hard, striking you quickly. You moaned in response, feeling your juices begin to flow down your leg, so turned on by his every action. With his free hand, he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed, making you arch your back as he struck you again and again. It was a few minutes before he was done and you were a drooling mess on his lap. You’d made a mess on his pants, the material going darker in the patch where your pussy had been. Similarly, your red lipstick was smudged around your lips from where your tongue had hung desperately out of your mouth. With each hit, he tenderly ran a hand over your buttcheeks, apologizing for the pain he had to inflict on you for your own good.

He picked you up off his lap then but didn’t carry you far, instead setting you back against the cold floor of his living room, pulling the top of your dress down before pushing your now protruding nipples into the ground. Legs dead from the spanking, he maneuvered you into the position he wanted you in, your face against the floor, hips raised, putting your pussy on display for him as he finally unzipped his pants and freed his aching cock.

Grabbing the lead again, he gave it another tug, turning your head so you would look back at him as he took you from behind, lining his tip up with your pussy and thrusting all the way in without even another word. Your brain had since switched itself off, content to let him use you in any way fit, to be a moaning mess around him as he pounded away at you, used you to chase his own pleasure. He never left you alone though, and his hand snaked around your waist as he pounded away into you, finding your bundle of nerves and rubbing it in time with his strokes.

“That’s it kitten, cum on my cock, cum for me now my little whore.” His thrusts grew sloppy and you knew he was close, pushing yourself back onto him as you chased both of your highs. Yours came first, pouring over you in a haze, and his followed soon after, as you let out a long whiny moan feeling him unload deep inside of you before collapsing down on top of you.

You both fell to the floor wrapped up in each other and giggled slightly, coming back down to earth in your post-sex clarity.

“Do you think they liked me?” you whispered to him as he ran a gentle hand through your hair, kissing your forehead.

“I’m more worried that some of them liked you a little too much, kitten. Did you see the way Emily stared at you? And Derek?” He pouted a little into your skin as he pressed another kiss to your face.

“Well, after all that, I’m sure they know who I belong to.”

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petalruesimblr · 3 months ago

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Hello and welcome back to my blog! This is another part-time career or internship for teens, which will offer a promotion into the Political career as they transition to young adulthood. This internship is inspired by a real program, specifically the NY Office of the Mayor Internship Program and as the The Sims 3 features a "Leader of the Free World" as the final level of the Political career, I named this internship the Office of the Leader Internship.

For those seeking a full-time career, I am currently working on a second one that will be released soon, so stay tuned!🌺

In the meantime, if you are interested in this one, click on ‘Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures of the Office of the Leader Internship career.

Office of the Leader Internship

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Do you have a passion for bureaucracy, a knack for turning chaos into order and an unyielding enthusiasm for office coffee? We’re seeking bright, ambitious teens to join the Office of the Leader Internship Program! Dive into the heart of local government, where every day brings fresh adventures in learning bureaucracy. You’ll work alongside the best, gain invaluable experience and maybe even catch the eye of some influential Sims. With fixed hours, free office supplies and the occasional donut day, you’ll enjoy a unique mix of fun and professional growth. Apply now and step into the action!

Career Type: Part-Time Available for: Teens Available Languages: English Levels: 3 Rabbit Hole: City Hall Work Days: M, W, Th Work Hours: 4PM - 7PM Does it have Carpool? Yes Does it have Uniforms? Yes (refer to picture above) File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3 📣All descriptions for the levels, tones and metrics as well as skills required, salary, uniforms and other details are provided on the pictures above.

NRAAS Careers Mod

I initially considered including logic as one of the metrics but decided to remove it. The Political career in the game relies solely on charisma as its primary skill and mostly depends on funding for promotions. It didn’t make sense to include logic, as it isn’t used in the long run for this career path. The work days for this internship are scheduled for Mondays, Wednesday and Thursdays. If you have the Seasons expansion pack then it will only be two days due to Thursday is considered as a holiday and Drama Club meetings are on Tuesday and Friday if you have the Generations expansion pack (which is useful if you want your teens to increase their charisma faster). 📣 Upon reaching level three in their internship, teens will be eligible for promotion to the Political career upon applying once they become young adults. Instructions are provided in the picture above; right-click on it and select ’Open image in new tab’ for a clearer view. As stated above, you will need NRAAS Careers Mod for this career to show up in the game and as long as you have the latest version of it, it should work for higher patches. You can also read my #psa regarding these careers, click here. I’m not fluent in any other languages to translate so if anyone is interested in translating this career, please don’t hesitate to send me a message here, comment on this post or let me know in my Ask/Contact form (if you don't have a Tumblr account) and will let you know the details. I have tested this career in my game, so far it is working and all scripts are showing up. All feedback is very welcome to help me learn and improve my skills so please let me know if you experience any problems on your end and I’ll do my best to sort it as soon as possible.

MissyHissy step-by-step tutorial Twallan for the Career Mod S3pe

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m00nh1gh · 2 years ago

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Planet Girl

Han x Lee Know x fem reader

Han is ur bf and Minho is his best friend.

Contains: Masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, degradation, praise, slapping, mentions of choking, teasing, spitting (porn with little to no plot).

Word count: 5.8k...

You were currently hanging out at your boyfriend's house, watching a movie. You were snuggled up to him under a big fluffy blanket and you had been cuddling like this for a while now.

It was hard for you to focus on the movie as it was boring and Jisung's phone was right up in your face, while he was texting his best friend Minho.

You read the messages lazily, though quickly realizing he was coming over for another movie marathon. You didn't mind anyway, he was a chill guy and he could easily set a bright mood to anyone.

Jisung turned his phone off before throwing it somewhere on the couch and he gave you a kiss on your head. Once he was sure his phone was God knows where, he put his arm back around your waist, his thumb making circles on the fabric of his shirt (which you were wearing).

You stayed like this for a moment, until you heard an old man's voice yelling behind you.

You both screamed, definitely startled by the sound, also wondering if you were going to get killed tonight.

But no, as you turned around, you only saw Minho laughing his ass off. You heard Jisung sigh and he hit his best friend in the shoulder.

"That was pure evil!

- I just had to do it.

- You're unbelievable. What's up?"

As Minho made his way to the other couch, you three made conversation for a while. Nobody was paying attention to the movie that was playing, but when the credits started showing up you just turned the TV off. There was no way you'd stay watching movies for a few other hours.

"Is something wrong?

- I'm not watching any other movies for the next month," you dramatically sighed and laid back down, almost crushing Jisung under you.

"Get off of me!

- Why?

- You're taking way too much space on my couch.

- Minho, can I lay on you?

- Huh?

- What?

- Yeah, sure," he didn't seem bothered by your question, in contrary to Jisung, who had his mouth slightly opened and his brows were furrowed.

You patted your boyfriend's shoulder and kissed his cheek, sending him a closed mouth smile as you stood up, walking to Minho who was just watching the scene before his eyes.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before sitting on his lap, your legs were on the couch's armrest. You immediately smiled and laid your head on his shoulder when you felt him holding you.

"Bro, the fuck.

- Ji, come get your girlfriend.

- No, Ji, don't. Min's lap is way more comfortable than yours."

You knew what you were doing and Jisung did too, so you didn't have to worry about hurting his feelings. You both knew you were just horny and that was why you acted that way. As you both made long eye contact, none of you wanting to break it, the room suddenly fell silent and Minho just had the urge to know what was going on, feeling he was the only one not knowing.

"Is something going on?

- Are you up for a threesome?" Jisung asked, not taking his gaze away from yours.

"With who?

- Us," this time it was you answering. For a second, Minho forgot how to breathe and he thought about your suggestion while he tightened his hold around you.

"Sure," he simply said, not even having an ounce of emotion in his voice.

If you two were both comfortable with it, why wouldn't he try? He had always thought having a threesome could be fun, so trying it out with his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend had to be the best people to do it with, as you knew each other very well and to be honest, he found the both of you pretty hot.

Minho didn't have the time to say or ask anything else, because you started planting little kisses along his jaw and his neck. Jisung stood up, also picking up his phone and he walked over to you two, giving a gentle squeeze to one of your thighs.

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom."

You nodded and waited for a kiss, he understood and gave you a quick one on the lips. As much as you wanted it to go on for longer, Jisung pulled away, gave you a wink and walked to his bedroom as he stated earlier.

You turned back to Minho, who was still holding you on his lap and he gave you a sweet smile, which clearly didn't match with the look in his eyes, but you couldn't decipher what it was.

"You sure you wanna do this?

- Are you?

- I'm more than sure. Jisung is, too. We've talked about this before, so no need to worry about doing anything wrong.

- Good," you felt him rub his hands on your hip, you felt how delicate they were and it gave you shivers, just as much as when Jisung did the same to you.

You slowly leaned in, unsure if it was okay for you to kiss him, but then right when you closed your eyes, you felt his lips on yours. You could tell he was as experienced as your boyfriend, he seemed highly relaxed as his hands kept travelling on your hip, then your thigh. His kiss was soft as first, then he gently bit your bottom lip and you let out a small whimper. He only scoffed and let you brush your tongue along his. Your arms made their way around his neck and you soon found yourself pulling him closer.

You didn't think he'd actually be into this threesome shit but his moves proved you wrong when he started tugging on the waistband of your shorts, teasing you and making you flustered. Right when you pulled away due to your confidence having completely went away, he planted kisses along your neck, his breath against your skin making you shiver.

"Let's go to the bedroom," you managed to whisper, sliding your hands along his shoulders as your head tilted sideways to give his lips more space to cover.

He hummed in agreement, slowly pulled away and you took his hands as you stood up from your seat, making him follow your lead. Right when you stood in front of each other, it only took you a few seconds of eye contact before throwing yourself on him, making your lips connect once more but with even more hunger for each other than before. You were getting comfortable and it showed with every move you made on your way to the bedroom, in which Jisung was patiently waiting for you both.

Minho was the first one to enter the room, as he was walking backwards. You hadn't even realized he was the one leading you over to the bed before you both fell onto it, you landing on top of him.

You were still pretty much devouring each other, your hands were firmly holding onto his cheeks and your back arched while you slowly grinded on his lap. You then felt your hair being tossed to the side of your head, then hands going under your shirt and another pair of lips on your neck. You couldn't help but to pull away and let out a quiet moan when Jisung's hands found their way to your boobs and gently massaged them. His tongue against your neck made your skin go hot and Minho was now also exploring your whole body with his hands. You were at both their disposal and it made you need them even more.

Since your boyfriend was right behind you, it stopped you from moving your hips the same way you did before and you couldn't do anything to release the tension that was slowly becoming unbearable over time.

"Please just fuck me."

Jisung's lips left your neck at this resquest and you opened your eyes for the first time ever since you had landed on top of Minho. Your boyfriend's hands trailed down your upper body to stop on your hips and when you looked down, Minho was watching you with amusement. Although by only looking at his face you would've thought he was completely unphazed by this whole situation, his hard dick against your shorts betrayed his looks of relaxation.

"Just be patient, will you? Let us have some more fun first," Jisung said in a low voice, really close to your ear. You had the urge to do something - anything - to feel some friction, at least to feel closer to the both of them, but you stopped yourself from doing so.

You could only whine at his response and Minho scoffed before lifting himself up so he would be face level with you. His hands were rested on your thighs right under Jisung's.

"How about we start with a little teasing, mmh? Wouldn't you like that?" You usually hated when people talked to you as if you were a little princess of some sort, but when Minho and Jisung did it, it made you incredibly horny. You wanted them to speak to you as if you were a mere object to them, or even just the most fragile woman ever.

You wanted them to fully disrespect you, to call you names. No matter how embarrassed they would make you, it would only make you wetter and it made you ashamed to even think about it.

But could you really control yourself when you're turned on? Absolutely not.

"No, just shove your dick in my mouth," you blurted out and they both immediately laughed at this.

"You're such a whore," Jisung stood next to you now, instead of behind you. "Come here."

You didn't wait to be asked twice and you were already on your feet in front of Jisung, right before being pushed back on the bed, but now you were the one laying on your back and Jisung was on top of you.

"You're not to decide what we'll do with you. The only thing your little bitchass mouth should do is obey to what we tell you to do. Understood?"

Oh how you loved seeing this side of him. You couldn't argue anymore and only nodded, squeezing your thighs together.

"Min, keep her legs open. I don't want her to pleasure herself yet.

- Jisung, please…

- Listen to your boyfriend and maybe we'll do something about all this," your whole body shivered when Minho slipped a finger in your panties to then slide his finger from around your hole up to your clit, spreading your lube all over your vulva. You moaned at this and then he immediately removed his finger.

He showed his now wet finger to the both of you and Jisung took it in his mouth to suck it off, making sure you could see how his tongue moved around Minho's finger. Once again, Minho didn't seem to react much to it, but you very much did.

The view was so lewd to you, your boyfriend sucking off his best friend's finger which was under your panties right before that. You wanted to taste it too, but you were bound to only respond to what they told you, so you only watched and hoped they would touch you again.

When Minho took his finger out of Jisung's mouth, he made sure to drag it down Jisung's chin so that saliva was on it. You could see his head just above your boyfriend's shoulder, he was looking right at you with his eyes even darker than usually, if that was ever possible.

"Ji, let's let her take her shirt off. The poor girl looks like she's about to melt.

- Right, let's do that."

"Finally," you thought. You mentally cheered when Jisung took a hold of the hem of your shirt and he slowly lifted it up, until it was at your head and he waited for you to lift yourself up a little to completely take it off.

You weren't wearing a bra, so your boobs were at once exposed to them. Weirdly enough, you felt insecure. You guessed that was only what the effect having the both of them all over you did to you. You still hid them with your arms and they looked at you with fake pity.

"Aww, are we getting shy, now? Don't be, dear.

- You know we can't do anything if you don't make yourself completely at our disposal," Jisung pouted at you.

Taken over by embarrassment, you left your boobs to instead hide your face. Your eyes were tightly shut and you were breathing heavily. You heard some shuffling and you also felt Jisung getting up for a little moment before coming back to you and pressing his now bare chest on yours. You knew his face was less than inches away from yours, as you felt his slow and steady breathing hitting your arms.

There was some more shuffling from behind and then the matress sunk a little more. You guessed Minho was on the bed too, but you couldn't guess where.

"Please look at me, baby."

You did as told and slowly removed your arms from your face. Your eyes were still shut though and it took you some more courage to open them up.

You didn't know why he had so much more effect on you tonight, but when you saw the familiarity of his brown and loving eyes, you remembered how attractive and affectionate your boyfriend was. There was no place for insecurity with him, and you knew it.

"Let me pleasure you first. Okay?"

You nodded and then he smiled at you sweetly before leaning in and kissing you. Of course you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. His hands that were previously rested on your waist now started to lightly trail down your body and you felt one of them tug on the waistband of your shorts.

As Jisung kissed and teased you, Minho laid next to you two, one hand lifting his head up. Only observing you both satisfied him and he would occasionally stroke your curves. He would watch how your and Jisung's tongue sometimes brushed against each other, how your chests moved in sync. How your hips would slowly lift up and then go back down with Jisung's. You were almost one body and he felt hypnotized by it.

Jisung opened back his eyes to look at Minho while he was still kissing you. He gestured for him to come closer and so he did. Jisung stopped the kiss and looked at your now swollen lips with a satisfied grin.

"Relax for now, Y/n."

As Minho took Jisung's place above you, the latter went in between your legs after having sled your shorts and then your panties off. You were dripping wet, he could tell you had been like this for a while too.

He leaned in to kiss your clit and then he lightly brushed his tongue over it, making you react against Minho's mouth. It was obviously muffled, since you were already kissing Minho. Jisung continued a bit more teasing, only touching your clit for less than a second before pulling away each time. He decided to slide a finger across your vulva, getting as much lubricant as he could on it. He then looked at it and with his wet finger he spread it on his thumb to finally watch the sticky fluids connect together as he separated his fingers.

As Minho massaged your boobs and eventually started pinching your nipples, you were getting worked up and Jisung noticed that. He judged you'd waited enough already and finally but slowly started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You were already moaning due to Minho's hands, but now you got louder when your boyfriend touched you like that.

His thumb was quickly replaced with his tongue which slid down your lips and sometimes teased your hole. Then he'd come back up to draw circles on your clit. He'd also suck, his hands placing themselves on your hips to keep you still. If he didn't do that, you'd be moving too much and Jisung wanted to have control over you.

Minho broke the kiss and a string of saliva connected both your lips. It eventually also broke when he went a little more down your body to go fumble with your boobs. He took one of them in his mouth and used the tip of his tongue to tease your nipple, which combined with Jisung eating you out made you a mess.

You would say things like "Yes, just like that," "Please," or "Fuck" from time to time when the stimulation got even better and eventually Jisung inserted one finger in you. You hid your face once again with one of your arms and Minho got up from you, placing himself next to Jisung who was watching your reactions closely. Minho rubbed your clit gently as Jisung fingered you and they both got satisfied once you started breathing heavier and your back arched.

Your free hand was stimulating your boobs as the two boys were occupied somewhere else. You didn't think how good it would feel to have a threesome, but now that you had a taste of it, you never wanted it to end. You loved how harsh and gentle they both could be and how incredibly hot it was to see them play with your body.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" They both intently looked at you as their hands kept ruining you.

You only nodded, arching your back again to physically show how great you felt under them. They both stopped in their movements and you finally looked at them.

"Use words, are you enjoying yourself?" Minho demanded, making you feel so humiliated. You wanted to cry due to his hard stare burning you, but you only obeyed and answered with a shy "Yes."

"My good girl," Jisung kissed your inner thigh and inserted a second finger in you. He knew it was hard for you to adjust to it, so it took a little while for him to slide it all in. Minho also waited for you to get accommodated to it and only restarted occupying you when Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you a few times already.

Eventually, the sight of you squirming and moaning and panting, completely naked and ready to be destroyed made his cock hurt in his pants since he was growing harder and harder as time passed. Since it was getting tight in there, he stopped his movements and came closer to you.

"Sweetheart, I'm starting to get a bit impatient. Can you help me with that?" He guided your hands to his bulge and you felt his dick through the fabric. You also took the time to study his hand that was over yours. His veins showed so much at this time, they went all the way up to just above his wrist. You thought that if you happened to have a needle with you, they'd even pop only at the sight of it.

He had two rings on his fingers and his hand looked overall so soft but rough at the same time. You felt the need to touch his veins, but instead you massaged his dick which made him sigh and relax. His hand then left yours and he used it to pass it through his hair.

"You heard him, Y/n. Be a good girl and jerk him off for us," Jisung curled his fingers in you and kept hitting something in you that felt incredibly good, though you couldn't tell what it was exactly.

You carefully undid the knot that was made on Minho's sweatpants and when it was done, he took them off along with his boxers. It did take him a while to take them off though, he saw how impatient you got and he knew you were anticipating. So when all his clothes were off and you could finally see all of it, it was enough to almost send you over the edge. The fact Jisung was still going hard with you made it difficult for you to concentrate any more, but you still traced your index finger along Minho's dick.

It wasn't abnormally big, maybe a little above average. You felt small veins on it when your fingers lightly stroked it, and then you approached yourself to spit on the tip. You first shyly licked his tip, then when you heard shaky breaths from him you took him all in your mouth.

You weren't used to deepthroating, but you wanted to do it for some reason. With the pleasure from Jisung's fingers all at once fingering you and rubbing on you, you moaned around Minho's dick, which sent vibrations to him.

"Fuck, please do this again," he took a hold of the back of your head, making you stay like this a little more. You moaned again, since Jisung went harder on you with Minho's request. You knew that after this, your pussy would be a whole lot swollen.

When he let go of your head to grab your hair, you started sucking his dick like you'd normally do with Jisung. You'd use your hand to jerk what you couldn't reach with your mouth and you also used your tongue, like a lot. Over time, you knew exactly what would make the best reactions out of your boyfriend and when you did the same things to Minho, he was soon throwing his head back and whimpering.

Jisung's erection hurt so much when he looked at the view of you sucking his best friend off. At that point he didn't even know who he wanted to be, since the both of you had as much effect on him. He inserted a third and last finger in you, once again making sure it doesn't hurt too much. He then continued using his tongue on your clit.

Maybe it was everything all at once, but you quickly came to your high after that third finger Jisung had slid into you. You pulled away from Minho, unable to function anymore and you threw your head back, the pleasure consuming you. You moaned Jisung's name as he helped you with your orgasm.

You thought he'd stop once you'd calm down, but as he kept on rubbing your clit, you quickly became overestimulated and tears filled up your eyes.

"Jisung, please…

- Don't leave Minho hanging like that, darling. Keep going."

You let out a sob of desperation and only continued pumping Minho's cock. He brushed some hair off your face as you did so and he watched as tears of overstimulation fell down your cheeks. He wished you had worn mascara at this moment, too bad you didn't have any makeup on.

"You're doing so good right now, sweetheart. Keep crying like this and I might have to cum on your face.

- Yes, fuck, please do that," you begged as you felt a second orgasm building up. That was just how skilled Jisung was with both his hands and his mouth, he could make you cum however many times he'd wish. You went faster with jerking Minho off and you saw how his breathing went faster when you did so.

You kept going and he started whimpering out incoherent sentences. Maybe begs, maybe praise, you didn't exactly know but the sound of his voice sent you over the edge for the second time and you came around Jisung's fingers. At the sight of you, Minho reached his own high and came on your hand. He was a panting mess, his hair hid most of his eyes and his lips were parted. His cum wasn't so hot on your hand as your skin was burning already, but the sight of it made you want to lick it all off.

What you didn't expect was for Jisung to join you two and take your hand to his mouth to lick it off himself. He then brought his own hand to Minho's mouth, who opened it a little more to let Jisung's fingers in. They intensely made eye contact and you felt even hotter if that was even possible.

You took this free time to get behind Jisung and you slid his shorts off along with his underwear with one hand. Since he was on his knees, you couldn't take them completely off, but he helped you by raising his legs so you could do it as he was still tasting Minho's cum on your hand.

You knew that now there wasn't anything else on your fingers, so you took them out of his mouth to then start jerking him off with that hand from behind him. He immediately moaned and laid the back of his head on your shoulder. Minho took this opportunity to take Jisung's fingers out of his mouth and he went to kiss and lightly bite his neck. He also went up to his jawline and down to his collarbone, basically tasting every inch of free skin he had.

His hands explored his body and Jisung almost saw stars. Your hands worked wonders and Minho's mouth made him feel even hotter. His fingers burned his skin and he didn't think he would forget the way he touched him anytime soon. Oh how he loved being bisexual.

You turned Jisung's head towards yours and you kissed. You had never seen your boyfriend this submissive before, but it made you feel some type of way. His whimpers directly entered your mouth as you were kissing and you went faster at pumping his dick. Minho also helped you by playing with his balls, making him completely unable to function properly.

Your previously free hand went pinching one of his hard nipples and Minho went sucking the other one, making eye contact with you. They had some sort of sparkle in them and you somehow couldn't look away from him.

"Plea…se, I'm gonna cum…" Jisung panted and arched his back. You went even faster, but right when he got worked up you suddenly let go of his dick. Minho figured out what you were doing and pulled away from your boyfriend, looking at him mockingly.

"Well well, would you look at that," Minho said with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Who's the whore now, Ji?" You asked, sweetly whispering to his ear.

"Please make me cum, I'm begging. I can't take it anymore," he was bucking his hips to find any friction he could get.

"You look so pathetic right now," Minho ran his finger along Jisung's dick, making him whimper even more.

"Whose whore are you?

- Yours, I'm your whore," Jisung practically moaned out his answer and Minho put his hand around Jisung's base.

Minho went even faster than you at pumping Jisung, and soon Jisung was even more of a moaning and whimpering mess. He kept begging for you both and soon he came on his stomach and Minho's hand.

"That's a good boy," Minho praised, helping Jisung go down his orgasm.

Once he had calmed down, you stopped stroking his hair because it was now your turn to have fingers in your mouth. Although you didn't like the taste of cum, you made sure to swallow it all, since Minho was looking at you with expecting eyes and you didn't want to displease him.

When he took his fingers out of your mouth, you showed him you had swallowed every drop of cum he had wanted you to take. He sweetly tapped your cheek and sent you a praising smile.

"Now let's take care of you again," Minho announced, which made Jisung turn around and guide you down on the bed, suddenly regaining his confidence.

He went back up after having made you lay on your back and both men were looking at you from both sides.

"What should we do with her?" Jisung asked his friend, briefly looking at him.

"How about we tie her up?

- Sure, let me grab something for that."

As Jisung had regained his confidence, you had lost all of yours at that point. You knew that Jisung was going to get the same red ribbon you guys used sometimes when you felt like it and you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together.

As you thought, he did come back with the ribbon and two condoms. You smiled at that and he threw one at Minho, who effortlessly caught it. As they both unwrapped it, they made sure they weren't perforated and when they saw they weren't, they put them on. Then Jisung went to tie your arms together above your head and Minho stretched two fingers into you to see if you were still loose or if they had to prepare you a little more.

"She's still loose and dripping, listen," Minho quickly fingered you, which made some wet sounds. That wasn't the only sound this produced, you also obviously started moaning, since it had been a few minutes already since you hadn't had anyone fingering you and you were still sensitive.

"Damn, I'm surprised you still want us after those two orgasms. Must be good to have two guys all over you, huh?" Jisung teased, as he made sure the knot he made with the ribbon would restrain you but would not be too painful.

"I want both of you in me," you requested and Minho took his fingers out of you.

"Who's starting?" He asked.

"Do it, I'm gonna watch," Jisung said and came sitting behind you, placing your head on his stomach. Your tied hands rested on his shoulder.

"Hope you're ready for this, sweetheart."

He positioned himself so that his dick would be aligned with your hole and with his hand he pushed himself in, slowly. Only the tip made you react and you whimpered. Jisung reassuringly stroked your arms and said how well you were doing.

At some point Minho was all the way in you and he went over you so that he could make direct eye contact while he'd be fucking you. His necklace was hanging between you two and at first you focused on it, but then Minho lifted your chin up with his index.

"Look at me baby, I wanna see your pretty eyes."

And so you looked into his eyes and he started thrusting in you. At first he was slow, but as time passed he went faster and faster, to eventually become straight up rough with you. Jisung was occupying your boobs and Minho was still intensely looking at you as he destroyed your pussy.

Your moans quickly became Minho's name and it only made him go faster in you. From time to time he would slap your thighs and grip then harshly when you tried to squeeze them around him until he simply put one of your legs over his shoulder and lifted himself up so he would hit your g-spot better. You wanted to hold onto something, but the ribbon restrained you so you couldn't do anything to stop your oversensitivity.

Minho was also pretty vocal, as he often grunted, whimpered or whispered some random curse word. Jisung occasionally would slap your tits when you were too agitated to his liking and it would make you let out desperate whines.

"You take me so well, it shows you've been doing this often," Minho told you as he went faster into you. Maybe he didn't want to show it, but you could guess he was about to cum when he bit his lip and concentrated on where you two were connected.

His thrusts became sloppy and incoherent and soon he let out shaky breaths that almost sounded like some more whimpers. You felt his cum spilling in the condom and you guessed he was done with you. He slowed down and eventually pulled out of you, still panting and he brushed his hair out of his face, still looking at your pussy. He gave it a light slap that made you jump and with that he looked up to Jisung.

"Finish up for me, I'm gonna go take a shower," he announced, giving you a quick peck on the lips and winking at Jisung before grabbing his clothes from the floor and walking out of the room.

Jisung placed your head on a pillow and went between your legs, easily sliding into you and immediately going rough on you, wrapping a hand around your neck. He didn't press too hard, since he knew that would be dangerous.

"You looked like you forgot I was your boyfriend earlier, that kind of made me upset. Sorry darling, but I'm not gonna go easy on you. Open up."

You opened your mouth and he spit on your tongue, some saliva dripping down your lips. When he did, you swallowed and rolled your eyes back. You loved how he was disrespecting you and if it meant he was going to do this each time, you would start making him jealous more often.

"It's not my fault Minho was so good with me. He's really skilled, you know," you dared say, knowing it would annoy him a little.

He slapped your cheek with the hand that was previously around your neck. He then thrusted deeper and harder into you, with a visible frown on his face.

"Say that again and I'm letting you finish alone. I knew you were a bitch but not that much. You're actually pathetic."

You moaned at that and the sting on your cheek felt better than it hurt. You already felt you were going to come soon, so you asked him to continue going fast.

"I'm gonna cum soon too, wait a little longer for me," Jisung commanded, his hands were on both sides of your head on the pillow and he leaned in to roughly kiss you. His chest pressed against yours and once again you became one. You were both moaning into the kiss and sometimes you couldn't even close your mouth, overtaken by pleasure.

"Ji, I'm gonna cum, please.

- Do it. Cum around me."

And so you did. Your whole body shook as he still went fast and hard in you, his orgasm coming soon after you. He moaned your name out and you both rode out of your orgasm. Once he pulled out of you and untied your hands, he laid his head on your chest and you played with his hair, trying to get your breath back.

You heard the door open and Minho came in all dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at both of you with soft eyes.

"Let's do this more often," you finally announced, and they both agreed to it before you and Jisung went to the bathroom, Minho waited for you in the living room.

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I'm sorry if this was badly written

#stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #skz #skz fanfic #skz smut #han jisung #han jisung smut #han #lee know #lee minho #lee minho smut #lee know smut #minsung #Spotify

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houseofanticipation · 1 year ago

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Don't Want To Be A Person Anymore. Need Someone To Make Me The Lowest Of The Low.

This was the text of the ad you placed on multiple message boards for your city. Most places took it down, a few banned you, but not before you received dozens of replies from guys offering to fuck you, dom you, even rape you. It was nice, being perceived as a sexual object by so many people, but only one seemed to truly understand. The message was simple, with no greeting or identifying information attached: when i am done with you strangers on the street will perceive you as a Thing. send me your mailing address if interested.

You read that message over and over again. You tried to ignore it, got wet, read it again. You knew sharing your address was stupid, dangerous, but wasn't that what you were looking for? Anything they could do to you would just be a step in the right direction, right? For three days you stayed strong, waited for a better offer. For three days you found other things to focus on. For three days you avoided reading the message during your morning masturbation session.

On the fourth day you gave in.

You waited for something to happen. You could barely sleep at night, waiting for some masked stranger to come into your home and rape you. You fantasized about your face being pushed into the bed, your pussy stretched almost to the point of breaking. You imagined begging him to stop, telling him you'd changed your mind, only to have him cover your mouth and rape you harder. You tried to resist the urge to masturbate, but eventually the ache inside you became too great, and you lay face down, humping your hand and repeating to yourself what a worthless slut you were.

You went on like this for six agonizing days, telling yourself each night that this, this would be the night it happened, but you became less and less convinced each morning. Had he forgotten you? Gotten cold feet? Had he ever intended to do more than tease you? You felt ashamed at how turned on you'd been, and turned on by how ashamed you were.

Then, one week after sending the message, you got something in the mail. It was a manilla envelope lined with bubble wrap, something thin and hard inside. It had no address on it—it must have been delivered by hand—but it did have your full first and last name handwritten on it in bold, blocky text. You hadn't included that information in your message.

Inside the envelope was a sheet of looseleaf paper, a pair of panties, and a cheap smartphone. The handwritten message on the paper read:

take this phone and destroy any others you own. throw away your computer, your tv, any other means you have of contacting or connecting to the outside world. do not speak to your family. do not speak to your friends. if anyone comes looking for you ignore them until they go away. if you need to watch pornography, you may ask me and I will share something appropriate. contact me when ready.

Most of the instructions were easy enough to follow. You didn't have friends anymore, and you hadn't spoken to your family in years. The hardest thing to give up was your computer, which you used for all your masturbation material: stories, images, videos, audio files, all the things that got your pussy wet. The more shameful and depraved the better. But you liked the idea of having your porn picked out for you, and if all else failed you knew you could always fall back on your fantasies to make you cum.

When all was done, when your old phone and your laptop and your little brick TV were all in the trash, you opened the phone and texted the only number saved in the contacts. I'm ready.

The reply was quick: good girl. put on the panties and go to this address. the red heart is a remote controlled vibrator. make sure it's lined up over your clit. Attached was a map location.

You examined the panties and found there was indeed a red heart in exactly the place your clit would go, and it contained something flat and hard. Thin strands of drool clung to your old panties as you pulled them away and within moments the new pair were already sporting a wet spot. The vibrator sat in exactly the right place.

The address turned out to be a mall. The person in your phone instructed you to go to the food court and sit at a table, which you did. You waited for a minute, then two, and after three minutes you got another message. Now.

No sooner had you read the word than the vibrator started to work. It started light, barely enough to notice, but it amped up gradually, and it was so persistent. You pressed your knees together, clasped your hands on the table, lowered your head to hide your face. Your phone vibrated. do not try to hide your orgasm. let the people see what you really are.

Your face red with shame, you slowly lifted your head. The panties were pulsing now, low to high, high to low, and you were sure it was visible on your face. You could feel the orgasm coming, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hide it. Already a few people were eyeing you curiously, probably wondering if you were in trouble, or mentally ill. Probably both, you thought to yourself, and came.

Your body spasmed involuntarily. Your hands clenched into fists on the table. You choked out an agonized moan, fighting with your better sense to let it out, let it all out, cum loud and hard in front of all these people. The vibrator slowed, then stopped. Your face burned with embarrassment as you opened your eyes. People were staring. A few were whispering to each other. You were sick. A pervert. A whore. And just thinking about it made your pussy quiver.

from now on, said your phone, you will always come when you feel like coming. touch yourself if you like, or rub yourself against something, but do not deny it and do not hide it. people deserve to know how sick you are.

They should know, you thought. It was wrong to let them believe you were a regular person, someone like them. You were a thing, and it was unfair to them to make them think differently.

go into the men's restroom. sit in the middle stall. await instruction.

You stood, knees shaking. The bathrooms were on the other side of the food court, and you felt dozens of eyes follow you across the open space. You made a point to look as many people in the eyes as you could. They always looked away before you.

The middle stall of the men's restroom clean, if not immaculate. A few drops of dried piss flecked the seat, but you ignored them, checking your phone. a friend of mine will be coming in soon, said the message. suck him to completion. make sure he ejaculates on your face. The prospect made you want to cum again, and you'd been given clear instructions about what to do in that event. You hiked up your skirt, pulled the vibrating panties down around your ankles, and began to stroke yourself. It was easier in here to be as vocal as you wanted. You moaned and whined and whimpered, desperately pleasuring yourself as your pussy drool trickled into the toilet.

You heard the door to the bathroom open and close. You paused for a moment and then, remembering your instructions, got back to work. You were almost ready to orgasm right then, but you decided to hold off, continue to edge yourself until there was cum on your face. It felt only appropriate.

A man came around the bend, standing outside the open door to the stall. He looked to be in his early 20s, with a mop of curly hair and a hesitant expression. You recognized him—he'd been back there in the food court, watching you. You didn't bother to stop edging. You gazed into his eyes, knowing the lust was naked on your face, and he took a nervous step toward you. Impatiently, you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled him closer. He made a surprised sound, but didn't resist. The sound of your fingers sliding in and out just made you hornier, and it looked like it was doing the same to him: there was a growing bulge in his basketball shorts, and when you pulled down the elastic his cock sprang forth like an animal freed from its cage.

He moaned as you took him in your mouth. It was a sweet sound, tender, too pure for a slut like you, but you relished in it anyway. He held the tops of the stall for support, gently thrusting into every bob of your head. The head of his cock pulsated in your mouth, and you caressed its every inch with your tongue. With every second your fingers became ever more urgent, more eager, but you willed yourself to have a little more patience. You stared unblinking into his eyes, and he seemed transfixed, unable to look away. You felt like you could make him do anything in that moment, but you didn't have anything you wanted him to do. You just wanted him to cum on your face.

In an act of unexpected boldness, he put his hands on either side of your head and began to guide your motions. You could tell he was moments away, so you pulled him out, took him in your hand, and lunged for his scrotum, taking the whole thing in your mouth in one fluid motion. It took you only four strokes before he was shooting thick ropes of cum over your nose. Stroke. Across your closed eye. Stroke. Into your hair. You were sure you felt his balls deflating in your mouth, and that was the thought you finally came to, screaming your pleasure into his testicles. At long last you released him and looked up again, gingerly wiping his cum away from your eye. All you saw on his face was disgust. With himself, with you, it didn't matter. You had put that look on his face. He hurriedly shoved his cock back in his shorts and fled the bathroom.

You gushed a little more into the toilet.

You looked at your phone. I lied before. I have never met that boy. you took that stranger into your mouth without ever exchanging a single word. he went into the bathroom believing you to be a person, but you have shown him his mistake. you are a foul thing, to be ignored, or avoided, or, if desperate, fucked. take this as your roadmap. one day everyone will see you this way.

An odd sort of bliss washed through you. Finally, for the first time in years, you felt like you were on the right track.

You left the panties on the floor of the bathroom. It was night when you left the mall, face still covered in cum. You took the bus home. On the way, you noticed an old man trying to take a picture up your skirt. You squatted slightly to give him a better angle, and shot him a wink when he looked up at you. The look on his face as he gazed at the picture turned you on, so you took his wrist and stuck his hand up your skirt. He was more aggressive than you'd expected, tried to fit more fingers in than you could comfortably take, but the pain just reminded you of your place.

When you got home you realized you had nothing to do. you couldn't watch tv, couldn't surf the internet. You sent a message to your benefactor. Could use something to watch before I go to bed.

The response was quick, like he'd been waiting. There were no words, just a link to a porn site. You opened the link and there, already with hundreds of views, was an overhead video of you ravenously devouring cock in the mall bathroom.

You decided you could cum one more time that night.

Part 2

#degredation kink #r@pe kink #r@pe fantasy #cnc free use #nsft #Library 🜞

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t-the-ring-master · 1 month ago

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This will be made as a male reader mostly because I feel like there isn’t enough with female characters and I just want dad character to Brightbill. However, feel free to imagine it as however you like, they are robots so not much happening in that area, so do what you like. And please make sure to salt your purple next time, gives it flavor.

If anyone wishes to be tagged in any future The wild robot posts or anything else, please comment, ask through ask box or just message me!

Imma try and ask C if she can draw T as a Rozzum one of these days. I also wrote this over like an hour. My face hurts so not as long as I wanted it to be but oh well. Hope you enjoy!

I also just added the last part for fun. Also if someone wants to request a continuation of this.

TW: none? No use of Y/N, I use (Name). Mentions of mates and partners I guess? Everyone ships you with Roz I guess.

Request: circus anon

Requests: open

Taglist: @cs-cabin-and-crew @the-lavender-clown

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Roz x Robot!reader

You had crash landed in the woods. Your metal package and your transmitter to contact your built site had been damaged as well.

So you decided to try and find the person whom had ordered you.

Yeah that didn’t go well.

You had been kicked, attacked, chased and more within just the span of 6 hours before giving up and sitting in learning mode to fix the language barrier you’ve found yourself trapped in.

Due to being in learning mode, you hadn’t been paying enough attention to your surroundings, causing you not to notice the Rozzum unit analyzing you.

Fink: what is it Roz?

Roz: it seems to be a Rozzum unit, but I cannot tell the number nor model.

Yeah you scared them when you came out of your learning mode.

(Name): hello! I am the new and improved (Name) Unit: 0001. I am a one of a kind prototype! Here for any needs or demands!

Fink: I’m getting flashbacks.

Roz lead you to her, Bightbill and Finks home. She hadn’t ever seen your model before, so she excitedly asked you questions.

Roz: I’ve never seen your make or model. What are you designed for?

(Name): I am designed for many things. Cooking, shopping, manual labor, heavy lifting, childcare-

Roz: child care?

(Name): indeed, is this something that interests-

Roz: I have a kid.

(Name):…. Alright.

She proceeded to bombard you with questions on what your childcare program provided, which as per your programming, complied.

When you arrived to the home of the Rozzum, she led you inside and began showing you baby pictures of her “kid”

(Name): this is your child?

Roz: yes, he is called Brightbill.

(Name):…. He has your eyes.

You ended up staying with Roz, Fink, and eventually Brightbill when we returned for the spring.

It took a lot of getting used to the fact that you could no longer follow protocol here. But at least some of your programming helped you and the others a bit.

Such as you being more stronger than the Rozzum, as well as having better and hardier equipment than the other models. Fink definitely appreciated your heating mode (which is often used in your caregiver function to help a baby fall asleep) during the harsh winter…. And so did many of the other animals.

Pink tail likes you, since you watch her kids when she needs a break.

Pink tail: you found a good mate Roz. Possums aren’t so lucky when it comes to that.

Roz: what do you mean?

Pink tail: some of us don’t have life mates. (Name) seems to be a pretty good parent though.

Roz: Mate?

Que Roz studying “mate’ and “partner” which rabbit holed her down into “Spouse” and so on.

Fink ships it.

Brightbill ships it.

Pink tail…. You guessed it. Ships it.

Que all the animals trying to keep you two together.

Pink tail: Hey, Roz. (Name) is looking for you!

Fink: hey (Name) I think Roz wants to ask you more questions about your programs. I think she’s at the beach.

Brightbill: hey mom, (Name) wanted me to tell you he’s at the beach.

And so on.

Yeah you both confused by it all.

Eventually you two do end up spending some time together. Actually it was where Roz first met Pink Tail. You were busy analyzing some of the plants around you (as per your programming to search plants in case they have useful properties or are dangerous) while Roz sat there observing.

You two had a good time…. Ignoring the fact that a certain Fox and goose were stalking the two of you.

A couple weeks later, Brightbill let it slip and called you dad. You didn’t mind.

At this point you’ve become just as much as a wild robot as Roz has. And we’re very useful to your new family as you were able to repair minor things for yourself and Roz, which made it easier during winter.

You now also have your own picture with the rest of the family.

The other animals like you, you just kinda have a reputation of being more aloof and less soft compared to Roz.

Unless it’s the young… you are shockingly good with young. (As if you weren’t programmed to take care of them-)

The next winter, you had found an egg and brought it home.

Roz: here we go again.

Brightbill:…. Well I was upset at not having siblings-

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iheartyouyou · 2 years ago

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Kill Bill | Tate Langdon

Summary: Tate randomly breaks up with you, moving on with Violet. It sucks, because you’re a ghost too, stuck in the house forever with a broken heart. But luckily there is a way out. Or is there? (Loosely based on the song “Kill Bill” by SZA.)

Word count: 1.6k

Part two: here

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death & suic*de, not proofread and probably more (sorry!)

Author’s Note: I’m obsessed with SZA’s new album and I’ve been wanting to write for Tate for a while, and so what better way than to write some angst? Anyways, please leave feedback! <3

You frown as you stared at the new couple— Tate and Violet— from the window, holding hands as you heard their muffled laughter. Tate was holding a candy bucket, they just got back from trick-or-treating.

That was supposed to be your guys’ thing, not their thing. It was the one day you could leave this shit hole— Tate promised he would take you trick-or-treating after you confessed to him you’ve never been.

Tate broke up with you not too long ago after dating for 11 months and 13 days. You guys couldn’t even make it to your one year anniversary. You guys would’ve, if it wasn’t for him.

It started with him acting distant, making up excuses and running away from you. Then after two weeks of not seeing or hearing anything from him, he dumps you. He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if he didn’t convince you to take your own life and spend the rest of eternity with him.

And now he had a new girlfriend— Violet Harmon. Her family had moved in a little bit ago, Violet immediately catching Tate’s attention.

It’s funny how the same thing happened with you. You wondered if it was a endless cycle, you wondered if the same thing would happen to her.

You hadn’t officially met her yet— deciding to stay in the shadows, she seemed sweet, but you just couldn’t help but hate her.

The couple made their way inside the house, the steps becoming closer and closer. You froze, becoming unseen.

“You know what we should watch?” You heard him ask Violet, the both of them stepping into her room before closing the door.

You came closer to the door, placing your ear against it to hear their conversation.

“Tate, I’m gonna gain like 10 pounds if I eat all this.” Violet said, giggling.

“Well, if I eat this half you’ll only gain 5.” He offered, slight amusement in his voice. He leaned forward, capturing her lips.

You back away from the door, hearing all that smooching and how they were definitely making out made you sick to your stomach.

You run to the nearest bathroom, puking.

“My dad’s not here.” You heard a voice from behind you, startling you.

It wasn’t just a voice, it was her voice.

You hesitantly turn around, facing Violet. She looked at you expectantly, eyes squinted. You shrunk under her gaze, breaking eye contact.

“H-he’s not?” You asked.

“No. He’s not. I can leave a message for hi—“

“No! I mean— uhm— no. It’s okay, I’ll have my mom call him or something.” You say, finally looking up at her.

“Who let you in anyways.”

“Moi— the maid. Or housekeeper— whatever you call her. She let me in.” You spoke, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oh.” She mumbled, looking around. You look away, trying to think of a way to get out of there. You could just simply disappear— you were a ghost— but you didn’t want to expose yourself.

You weren’t a patient of her Dad’s, but after snooping around you found out that Tate was. You didn’t think anyone was home, trying to take a peek at his file. Too bad little miss perfect caught you, huh?

“So, what are you seeing my dad for?” She asks, causing you to look back at her. You open your mouth, a response on the tip of your tongue before it dies away, the hickey on her neck becoming your new focus point. Your face falls.

She furrows her eyebrows, placing her hand on her hip. “Uhm… are yo—“

“Tate. He’s the one who gave you that hickey, right?” You blurt, your eyes flickering back to hers.

As if her eyebrows can furrow any further, they do, her hand quickly coming up to cover the hickey.

You scowl, her suddenly becoming the one who couldn’t keep eye contact. “H-how— wha—“

“Be careful around him, or you’re just gonna become one of his victims.” You snark, storming off before disappearing.

You didn’t mean to lash out, you just couldn’t help if. It wasn’t fair. How come he gets to move on? How come he gets to leave you in the dust? How come you’re stuck in this house for eternity, your heart shattering every time you saw or heard of him. You couldn’t even remember the last time he spared you a glance.

Fucking bastard.

And how badly you wanted to kill him and his new girlfriend. Too bad he’s already dead and if you kill her, you’ll be doing him a favor.

When you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, there’s really nothing to do. You’ve read every single book in this house at least a hundred times, visited every part of this house at least a million times, and probably more.

Tate never let you talk to the other ghosts, mainly Chad and Patrick.

Since you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, struggling to get over your ex boyfriend, you needed advice.

“Oh honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” Chad announced, eyeing you up and down as you entered the room. Patrick turned, scoffing. “What you want?”

“I need…” You cringed at yourself, before shaking your head. “Never mind, sorry.” You spin around, getting ready to leave before they stopped you.

“Come on, we don’t bite. You obviously came here for something, your boyfriend trying to plot some revenge or someth—“ Chad started.

“No— we actually broke up. That’s what I came here for. He’s dating that uh, new girl.” You interrupt, head low.

They both stay silent, sharing a knowing look before staring back at you. “Violet? Jesus— she’s a pain in my ass. She’s so loud at night, I’m surprised her parents haven’t said anything. She sounds like a dying cat when she moans.” They both laugh.

You flinch, you’ve heard her moaning too. That’s why you stayed in the basement at night.

“Uhr— yeah. I know you guys don’t like Tat—“

“We don’t like both of them, hun.”

“Okay, both of them, but I need your guys’ help. Look, I know we may have had our differences and stuff… but I’m desperate.” You beg, looking between them.

You watch as Chad raises an eyebrow, Patrick pressing his lips inti a straight line before motioning for you to come over. “Fine, but you’re gonna owe us.”

You hum a soft tone, rubbing your eyes as you made your way down to the basement. You round the corner, eyes almost bulging out of your head as you spot the blond mop of curls by your makeshift bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask harshly, rubbing the last bit of sleep from your eyes before staring at him.

“Have you been sleeping down here?” Tate asks softly, ignoring your question.

“What are you doing here?” You repeat yourself, taking a sharp inhale as he finally turned around.

“What are you doing with that gay couple? I told you to stay away from them Y/N, they’re not safe.” He says, taking a step towards you. You take one back, shaking your head.

“They’re nice actually. You know they have names, right? Chad and Patrick.” You snark, staring up at him.

“I don’t care. Stay away from them— Violet too. You spooked her.”

“‘Spooked her’? I was just telling her the truth.” You say.

He sighs, rubbing his temples. “Just— don’t ruin this for me. Kay?”

“What? I’m not gonna ruin your stupid fucking relationship, Tate. Go be happy with her, I don’t care. I’ll leave your girlfriend alone, okay? Now can you go? I’ve had a long night.” You sigh, giving up as your shoulders drop.

You push past him, making your way to your bed.

“Why are you so jealous? She makes m—“ He starts.

“I’m not jealous!” You shout, eyebrows furrowing. “You wanna know why I was talking to Chad and Patrick? Because we’re planning to dig up my bones and bury me in some graveyard. Just far away from you. So, now you and your girlfriend can be happy! I’ll most definitely leave the two of you alone.” You finally admit.

You almost wish you didn’t say that when you looked up, seeing the pained expression on his face. “Wha— how do you even know about that?!”

“Moira.” You mumble, shifting your weight onto one foot.

“Moira? God damnit— look, Y/N, you c-can’t leave. I won’t let you!” He announced sadly, eyes glistening in light from the window above.

You clench your fists, anger bubbling up inside you. “I’m stuck here for eternity! Tate— this is like hell for me! You have no right to choose this choice for me.”

“Hell? You think it’s hell here?” He practically whimpered, frowning.

You stay quiet for a few moments, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed. “Yes. I’m leaving, wether you like or not. Can you leave me alone now?”

It feels like the wind just got knocked out of him, dropping to his knees as he wraps his arms tightly around your legs. “You can’t— please. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. You’re a-all I have. I love you, I love you so much—“ He begged, tears flooding his cheeks as his grip on your legs got impossibly tighter.

“Please don’t leave me. If Violet’s the problem I can get rid of her! Her family too— I can get rid of anyone or anything that’s the problem, okay? If I’m problem I can leave you alone! You’ll never see me again— please, I promise, i p—“

“Go away, Tate.” You say softly, wiping your eyes before any tears could start. He stops, eyes widening as he looks up at you in tears. “NO! What? No! Please!”

You look away, not having the strength to look at him. “Go away.”

And he listened.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 11 months ago

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Always There - Twenty - S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Voldemort, not proofread, Death Eater talk,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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True to his word, Severus had mentioned to the Dark Lord that she was interested in joining the death eaters. He requested that she come with Severus to meet him and tell him her true intentions. She was set to meet the dark lord later that day, she was somewhat nervous but kept wits about her. Severus knew that she was nervous, he knew that facing the man who murdered her brother was not going to be easy, facing the man that tried to kill her nephew wasn’t going to be easy.

He had been assured by Voldemort that he could stay with her, to ease his own nerves. The couple apparating to Malfoy Manor, walking hand in hand. Y/N’s grip tighter than usual, using his hand to keep herself grounded. “Do you need a moment, love? I can speak with him first, give you time to yourself,” Severus offered.

“I’m okay, the sooner we get this done the better. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine,” She replied, a shaky smile on her face.

“Severus, what a pleasant surprise! And Y/N Potter! Or is it Snape now?” Bellatrix’s ear piercing tone rang in her ears.

“Still Potter for now. It’s in the process of getting changed to Snape,” Y/N said politely.

“I heard you want to join us, how surprising! A Potter, wanting to become a death eater, may I ask why?”

“That’s for me to ask Bellatrix, Miss Potter, Severus, come, join me,” The dark lord interrupted the conversation. Severus let go of her hand only to wrap his arm around her waist, the two of them following the fraction of a man into one of the studies. “Take a seat, please.” The couple doing as they were told, sitting in the two chairs across from the big lounge chair. “So Severus tells me you wish to join our cause. May I ask why?”

“I am loyal to Severus and Severus is loyal to you, my lord. Anyone he is loyal to, I will be loyal to,” She told him, making eye contact with him the whole time.

“What of your nephew?”

“What of him, my lord?”

“What about him? If you are loyal to me, then that means you are no longer loyal to your family.”

“Severus is my family, my lord. My nephew will always have a special place in my heart but Severus is the one that owns it. Whatever he does, I will do.”

The dark lord contemplated for a second, he thought it odd that the woman would want to join now, knowing who her nephew was and that he was the man to murder her family. “Why now?”

“Pardon?”

“Why now? Why come to me now? You know what I did to your family, why choose now?”

“I need the protection to be frank, my lord. I know how loyal your followers are not only to you but each other. I can be a spy for you as well. The Order will have no idea that I am with you, it’s a perfect opportunity to get more information. They would never expect me to be with you,” She explained.

“Why do you need the protection?”

“We’re expecting, we need the protection not only for her but the baby as well, my lord. This will also give you the chance to have 2 spies working for you. I happen to be a bit biased but I believe she would be a great addition to our cause,” Severus chimed in.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, my lord. We just found out about two months ago. Nobody knows, not even my nephew,” Y/N replied.

“Very well. I will allow you to join, Ms. Potter. If Severus believes that you’re a great addition, then I can’t help but agree. You will keep up your appearances with the Order but you must come to me or send a letter here after every meeting. Are we at an understanding?”

“Yes, my lord. Thank you!” She smiled at the man, grabbing Severus’ hand, feigning excitement.

The couple left the Malfoy Manor, returning to Hogwarts, Y/N promptly rushing to the bathroom to empty her stomach. She so desperately wanted to as she spoke face to face with the dark lord but she was able to keep up appearances. Severus was right beside her, rubbing her back and keeping her hair out of her face. “Godric, this is worse than puking slugs,” She complained as she caught her breath.

“You’ve thrown up slugs?” Severus asked, trying to distract her from the unease in her stomach.

“My third year, Sirius thought it was funny to try and jinx you but I stepped in front of his wand. I was throwing up slugs for hours,” She replied as she stood up slowly, she went over to the faucet, turning it on, cupping water into her hands and swishing the water around her mouth.

“Are you feeling better?” He questioned as she spit out the water.

“A little bit. It’s just a lot you know? Albus expects so much of me, expects me to put not only myself in danger but you and Harry just so he could have another spy, he wants me to pretend that he’s not dying, that Draco is supposed to kill him. A teenage boy is expected to kill Albus for the mistakes of his father. I just want this war to be over, we’ve lost enough people now.”

“I know, love. I want it to be over too. I’m tired of being a pawn to Albus and the dark lord. I just want to be with my family.”

The day had dragged on longer than it should have, Albus desperately wanting an update which was given. She had begun to see Albus for who he truly was, a master manipulator. She had finally gotten the chance to witness it head on when he asked her to become a spy. The man did whatever he could do to benefit him and she finally took note of it. She kept these thoughts to herself, however. Unwilling to mention them to anyone in fear of being judged or becoming a target for the order.

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As Halloween came and went, Christmas was quickly approaching. She was still able to keep her pregnancy concealed from the students, telling Harry the night she became a death eater. Her heart was heavy with guilt because she couldn’t say anything about her being a spy for the Order without the possibility of being figured out. Her bump was showing through her clothes now, her old potions professor taking note of this as well as Minerva. She was able to hide it with a cloak but during dinner, the other professors couldn’t help but notice that her usual glass of wine was replaced with water. Nobody dared say a word about it, letting the herbology professor come to them when she felt ready.

Severus and Y/N were two of the most private professors in the castle. The students only knew that the couple was together but they had no details about the relationship itself. The couple liked it better that way, the only ones who knew any details being Harry, his friends and a couple of the professors. Now there was an added darkness into their relationship, the added factor of Voldemort and trying to fool the man as a couple.

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alltheirdamn · 11 months ago

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A Bounty for Reward (Mando x f!reader)

CHAPTER 6

Summary: Trust goes both ways. Warnings: smut (per usual), ROUGH sex, some mild edging, mando being a bit possessive (and soft?), fluff & angst, usual language warning, a heaping ton of stubbornness, fmc being her usual bratty self Word count: 6.2k A/N: I wasn't planning on posting so soon, but I wrote this out in like three days and needed to just shove it into the universe. So yeah, here you go... (ps. If you want to be added to the tag list, just comment and let me know!)

Going from Aldelphi to Trask was a drastic change in plans. The planet was all too wet and gloomy for your liking, and by Mando's body language, he didn’t like it much either. While en route to the planet, he had sent an urgent message to someone he knew on the Trask, asking for their aid in finding Kesi. You only heard bits and pieces of his message as you were tucked away in the hull, rummaging through the medpack, looking for a new bandage to use on your injured hand.

“... I wouldn’t contact you unless it were serious, Bo Katan.”

Whoever the hell they were, you hoped they could help. It had been a close call on Adelphi, the stark reality of your life now coming to fruition. Kesi had put out more hunters in search of you, and that hope for freedom was dwindling with each passing day. The idea to run was still lingering in the back of your mind, but it was clear that the safest option was to stay with Mando. He had proven time and time again he meant what he said—he was protecting you. You were grateful for it, but his answer of ‘I don’t know’ to everything was starting to piss you off. There had to be some fucking reason he cared so much, if care was even the right word. You didn’t know what he felt towards you, but it was apparent he wouldn’t let you go any time soon.

Mando insisted you come with him, all safety concerns aside. It was safer to be within reach of him than a sitting target on the Crest. With your hood pulled tight over your head and face, you scanned the crowds for anyone who could be a threat. You felt more at ease being in public, knowing your blade was strapped to your thigh. It felt like home, having that piece of you back.

The docking bay was busy with locals reeling in their catches for the day, the pungent smell of fish tinging your nose. You hadn’t been on a planet like Trask before, where the lifestyle was so vastly simple and mundane. Any place Kesi sent you had been buzzing with life and, unfortunately, buzzing with business. He kept you busy enough never to enjoy the cities you were in, only keeping you confined to the transport ships and muggy inns. You willed away those memories before they could consume your focus. You needed to stay alert.

“You okay?” Mando asked, his hand ghosting against your back.

You shivered at his touch, all too aware of the lingering tension that remained between you. What happened on the beach before the attack was your way of deflecting. If you force out the emotions suffocating you, it may be easier to be around him. It wasn’t working.

“Yeah, 'm fine,” you lied, but it hardly sounded believable.

He gave up the small talk, and you walked in harmonious silence through the seaside city toward the local cantina. Patrons took up a few tables, their heads on a swivel as a shiny Mandalorian stepped through the entrance. It didn’t phase Mando or you; you were growing accustomed to the attention he drew in. You caught a glimpse of blue armor like Mando’s in the furthest corner of the cantina—another Mandalorian.

Mando went ahead of you, greeting them with a firm handshake. The Mandalorian nodded at the open seats in front of them, urging you to sit. You did with reluctance, your hand flexing against your blade for reassurance. Mando trusted this person, but could you?

The Mandalorian reached for their helmet, and your breath hitched. Sat in front of you was a female Mandalorian, her red hair cut short and sharp at her jaw and eyes complimentary of her blue armor. This must have been Bo Katan.

“Still wearing that terrible helmet, I see,” she teased with a roll of her eyes.

“My loyalty remains to my clan,” Mando’s voice was harsh. You winced at the violence in his tone, worried this meeting may go sideways.

“So you say.”

Your eyes scan over her helmet, so unlike Mando’s. The visor was outlined in white, grey swirls painted above it to resemble eyes. It was feminine and lethal but hardly as frightening as Mando’s. Bo Katan cleared her throat, and you redirected your focus to her. She scrutinized you with a piercing stare, her lips set in a thin line.

“Who’s this Mando?” She asked, her eyes never leaving yours. “I didn’t take you for someone to keep company around.”

Your lips twitched with a retort, but Mando’s hand clamped down on your thigh before you could get a word out. He didn’t release his hold on you as he leaned forward across the table, his fingers flexing against the fabric of your pants. Bo Katan settled into her chair, clearly amused and satisfied with the response she had elicited from you both.

“I came here for help,” Mando snapped. “Not your antics.”

She shrugged, a smug smirk stretching across her face. “What’re you going to do to help me?”

“This isn’t a favor for a favor, Bo Katan,” Mando said.

Your eyes flickered between them, the animosity thick and palpable. Whatever the story was between them, it wasn’t one of friendliness. Mando’s hand traced mindless circles against your thigh, a simple gesture to ease the tension tightening in your muscles.

“As I see it, you and I want something. Easy trade, if you ask me.”

“Fine,” he relented.

Bo Katan was pleased with herself; her ability to pacify a man with such power must have boosted her ego. You weren’t amused, though; you were beyond irritated. How dare she abuse Mando’s trust to get what she wants?

“Hold on a minute,” you interjected, leaning forward towards her relaxed body. Mando squeezed your leg hard as if to say, ‘Let it go.’ But you wouldn’t. “Who are you to make demands? All we want is help, and you’re trying to use it for your benefit?”

“I like this one, Mando,” she smirked.

This one? What the fuck did that mean?

“So naive,” she tutted. “You don’t know a thing about the world.”

Mando whispered your name, attempting to calm you down. You wouldn’t let up; you were tired of backing down to those around you. Unsheathing the blade from your thigh holster, you stabbed it into the wooden table, watching with a sadistic grin as Bo Katan’s eyes widened.

“I know enough,” you seethed. “Now, are you going to help or not?”

“My offer still remains,” she said, gazing again at Mando. “I’ll help you if you help me. That’s the best I can do.”

“You help us now, and you can call in your favor any time,” Mando conceded.

Bo Katan extended her hand towards Mando, shaking on their agreement. You weren’t entirely satisfied with it, but it was Mando’s choice, not yours. All you could do was sit helplessly aside, letting two people wager against your safety. She didn’t extend a hand toward you; instead, she pulled your blade from the table and returned it to you. You took it without a word, returning it to your thigh holster.

“So, what can I do for you?” Bo Katan asked.

“I need to get into Oba Diah, and I can’t do it alone.”

“Oba Diah? For what reason?”

“I’m looking for a spice trader,” Mando explained.

“And you’re willing to put not only yourself but me within arm's length of the Pykes? Who are you looking for?”

“Kesi Jissard,” you interjected. “He’s an associate… of Cad Bane.”

Bo Katan looked at you incredulously, letting out a low whistle. “I’m not sure you want to mess with that man.”

“I need Kesi dead,” Mando said firmly. “You help me kill him, then I’ll help with whatever you need.”

Leaning her arms against the table, Bo Katan narrowed her gaze at you. Her eyes lowered as if piecing together the scene in front of her.

“Who are you to Kesi?” She wondered.

You shifted in your seat, glancing at Mando and realizing he was already staring at you. You had to choose your next words carefully, or everything would change. You couldn’t predict his reaction if you told the truth.

“I was his associate,” you spoke slowly.

Bo Katan’s eyebrow rose in question, clearly unconvinced by your words. Maker, you didn’t believe it either. Someone like you wouldn’t be selling spice, nor would you be working directly with Kesi in his business deals. Unless you considered selling your body for spice, a loose term for ‘associate.’

“And you want to kill your boss?” She questioned. “Care to explain why?”

You hesitated, looking at Mando for any sort of help. His helmet was tilted, looking at you as if he wondered the same thing. Maker, I’m fucked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mando interjected, helmet still trained on you. Your body relaxed, the tension withering away in your muscles. “We need him dead. That’s the end of it.”

Bo Katan shrugged, grabbing her helmet from the table. Slipping it back over her head, she stood and ushered for you both to do the same. Mando relinquished his grip on your leg, replacing it with your lower back as he guided you into the streets of the humid city. Bo Katan turned to you both once more, giving a stern nod.

“Stay the night here and meet me in the morning at the docking bay,” she instructed. “I’ll have some sort of plan for you. At least, I hope so.”

“Thank you,” Mando said.

With that, she turned and dissolved into the crowd, her armor blending into the grey sky and throng of bodies walking the market street. You exhaled deeply, turning to head back to the ship, but Mando’s hand caught your arm before you moved too far.

“We’re not going back to the ship,” he said.

“Isn’t it safer there?”

“There’s an inn down past the market. We’ll stay there till tomorrow.”

“Are you sure it's safe?” You asked.

“You’re safe with me, I promise.”

His words warmed your body, and you followed him willingly through the winding streets. Your eyes caught onto a few market stalls, especially one with leather goods. You stopped trailing Mando momentarily, inspecting the blade sheaths and blaster holsters.

“Excuse me, how much are these?” You asked the woman behind the stall.

“Fifty credits.”

You scoffed, running your fingers along the stitched edges of the dark leather holster. If you were back on Coruscant, you could afford it. But you had no credits and no ability to negotiate for what you wanted.

“Thirty,” came a deep voice beside you.

Mando’s presence startled you, and you pressed a hand to his breastplate to urge him back from the stall.

“Mando, it’s okay. I–I was just looking,” you stuttered. “Let’s go.”

He was reluctant to move, his helmet scanning the leather goods before you. You shoved him lightly, forcing him away and back onto the street. It was just a fleeting need to own something again, to have something you could claim as yours. But you’d have that one day.

Hopefully.

Mando relented and took your hand to lead you through the streets and into the entrance of a quiet inn. Purple shades covered the windows, and the wooden walls were molding from the wet air. An older man sat behind the counter, peering up through thick glasses. You let yourself linger in Mando’s shadow as he negotiated the room rate. After several minutes of back-and-forth bickering, the price was set, and Mando had the keys to your room.

The smell of saltwater floated through the door as you walked into the small room. Mando quickly locked the door behind you, stalking towards the windows to draw the shades. You stood there idly, unsure what to do and where to sit.

“I’m sorry,” you began. “I know I lost my temper.”

“You have to learn to trust me,” he grumbled, his back still turned to you.

“I’m new at this whole trust thing,” you said, exasperated.

Mando looked over his shoulder, watching as you swayed by the door. There was only one bed in the room, which was covered in a horribly old comforter with a few suspicious stains. Beside it was a wooden side table and a wall lamp that kept a continuous flicker. Mando made his way around the bed, sitting on the edge facing you, and began to strip away his weapons. He let them fall to the floor, and with a quick flick of his fingers, he motioned you forward.

Your heart thrummed against your chest, hard and quick, as you walked towards him. Once you were within reach, Mando’s warm, gloved hands wrapped around your thighs, tugging you closer. He made quick work of unclasping the blade from your right thigh, letting it clatter onto the carpeted ground.

“We need to talk about yesterday,” he said, roaming his hands up your backside.

“Yesterday?” You echoed breathlessly.

“Why’d you run away after I fucked you?” He growled.

You straightened your spine, the memories of his cock inside you flooding back.

“I–I don’t know,” you stuttered. “I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

His hands palmed your ass, and you let out a soft moan as he kneaded your skin. You were fumbling over your words, trying to formulate some explanation as to why you shied away. You wanted him—maker, you wanted him so bad—but how long could this last until either of you got hurt?

“I don’t want to get hurt,” you admitted, biting down on your lower lip.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Mando said softly.

“How can I trust you?” You whispered.

“Have I failed you yet?”

You thought back to Tatooine, how he had come back for you. You were willing to die in that junkyard you had once called home, to rot away in the sand the same as your parents, but he had come for you. He had killed a man for you, for only the cost of touching you. And he blew up a fucking ship to keep you safe. Trust was a heavy word filled with uncertainty. Secrets were deep within you, marring your soul and tainting your judgment. But Mando was right; he had not failed you. He had kept his word time and time again. How were you to argue the facts that lay in front of you?

Out of all the men who had claimed your body, Mando had been the first to treat it with such delicacy and care. You could grapple with the unease of the truth all you wanted, but he was different. He was a man of his word, a man of loyalty and trust. You just needed to forego your fears to indulge in the world he was offering. You may not have freedom yet, but you had the closest thing to it.

“You haven’t failed me,” you sighed. “I’m sorry for having fled yesterday. It wasn’t what I wanted.”

Mando’s hands stopped at your lower back, squeezing your muscles and holding you firmly in place.

“What do you want?”

“You. I don’t know what this is, but I want it.”

“Then promise me you’ll trust me,” he pushed. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” you exhaled.

“Can I take these off?” He asked, tugging at the waistband of your pants.

You nodded ardently, letting his leathered fingers work at the zipper of your pants, shoving them down your thighs. You made quick work of shucking them off and tossing them aside, your body nearly exposed from the waist down.

“Shirt?” He asked as if he needed permission. You made no effort to deny him; at this point, you’d give him anything he asked.

You pulled off your jacket and quickly stripped off your shirt, leaving your chest exposed and your lower half only covered by thin underwear. Mando made a strange noise deep within his chest of hunger and passion. His body shimmered in the shadows of the flickering light, an outline of a predator with his prey in reach. It was such a poetic thing to realize; you weren’t his bounty any longer, but you were still something he sought out time and time again. And if it were only a physical wanton need, you’d happily indulge. Giving any more of yourself to him would be a catastrophe, pulling you both down into the rubble.

“Beautiful,” he exhaled.

A deep blush crept up your skin, flushing down your face, neck, and chest. His voice dripped with pure ardor, dripping off each syllable, saturating you in earnest need. You waited for his restraint to snap, for that hunger to consume him and ravage you. On bated breath, you swayed under his stare, fingers itching to reach out and pull him against your bare body.

“Are you going to sit there and stare? Or are you going to fuck me?” You smirked, cocking a brow.

Mando leaned back, resting his body on the bed with his weight under his forearms. You imagined a devilish smile stretching across his face, the amusement of your impatience written all over his expression.

“Let me look at you.”

Maker, scars, and all, he ravished you with a silent gaze. Your body was scattered with cuts, some deep, some shallow, from the years of struggle. You had never been ashamed of the scars you bore, nor did you fear Mando seeing you like this. But you grappled with the possibility of questions that would arise. You didn’t want that.

“Touch me,” you begged.

“Do you trust me?”

“Y–Yes,” you stammered.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Hands and knees.”

In a haze of lust, you obeyed, crawling onto the floral fabric and positioning yourself as he asked. There was a dip in the mattress behind you and a soft touch that coasted over your backside. His body dipped over yours, the cool touch of his beskar grazing over your back, and his gloved fingers came to your lips.

“Bite.”

You sunk your teeth into the leather fingertips of his gloves, tugging at them until they peeled away from his hands. You blinked back your shock as it exposed a tan, calloused hand, his fingers long and thick. Raising the other to your mouth, you did the same, pieces of himself now bare before you. He was giving you a piece of himself, something to trust. He was proving it.

With the gloves laying at your head, his hands tangled in your hair, trailing through the tendrils and down your spine. You shivered under his bare touch, the feeling of skin against skin igniting a deep ache within your core. Mando traced over the seam of your underwear, traveling further until the tip of his fingers pressed against the dampened fabric. Your clit throbbed in torment, begging to be touched. But he moved slow—calculated—knowing how responsive you were to the phantom brushes of his skin over yours.

“So wet,” he taunted, his voice dropping an octave. Hidden within the modulation of his helmet, everything he said sounded so decadent and salacious.

“I swear to the Maker, Mando,” you groaned. “If you don’t—.”

“Trust me,” he urged, teasing slow circles against the apex of your cunt.

You mewled into the sheets, rocking back against his touch. Mando chuckled at your desperation, rubbing slower. The pad of his finger pressed against your clit harder, eliciting another loud groan from your mouth. Each touch electrified you, forcing you to search for more.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Finally, maker, finally, you heard the delicious sound of his zipper opening. His fingers slid down your underwear, no doubt exposing the dripping mess he had left you with, and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. With one hand pressing into your back and the other clutching your waist, Mando guided himself into you inch by fucking inch. Your muscles tightened around his cock, stretching to the thick girth until he was flush with your body. He moved with shallow thrusts, easing your body back against him at a delicate pace. Each thrust went deeper, hitting that sweet spot in your core until you were pliant under his hold.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “So tight around my cock.”

You rocked back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, attempting to set a faster pace. But he was immovable, keeping you right at the cusp of ecstasy until you were blubbering nonsense into the bed. He pulled out to the tip, driving himself into you with such ferocity your body shoved deeper into the mattress. You cried out, fists clenching the bedspread, begging for any sort of release. Mando picked up the pace with a brutalizing force, punching you into the mattress with each snap of his hips.

You buried your head into the pillows surrounding you, exhaling the most guttural cry of bliss. Pinning you down, he savaged your body, completely wrecking you with brute force. It was disgusting, it was filthy… and you fucking craved it. Your cunt pulsated with the oncoming surge of an orgasm, rippling around his cock until you tensed up at the climax that paralyzed you.

“Shit,” Mando choked.

Sliding his hand from your back to your neck, he grasped your throat and pulled you back until you were flush against the armor that hugged his body. He continued his violent thrusts, the tip of his cock spearing into you at a new angle that shot stars into your vision. The room was darkening around you as another blazing wave of euphoria erupted through your body.

Shoving you back against the bed, Mando pulled out, flipping you over as he fisted his cock. Your chest was heaving from the power he exerted on you, and you tried to reclaim air from your aching lungs.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice wavering.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and you let your jaw loosen, watching him ardently as he worked himself faster. With a carnal grunt, Mando painted you with his release, the saltiness covering your lips and tongue. Bracing himself against the headboard, Mando hunched over your body, catching his breath and shuddering through the aftershocks of his release. A wicked grin formed when you arched your neck to peer up at him. Bringing a finger to your lips, you collected the remnants of his cum, and licked them clean as his helmet bowed over you.

Mando clamored off of you, rolling onto his back with a grunt. Your eyes closed, your body still simmering with reverbs of your orgasm. Bare and exposed, you lay next to your beskar-clad Mandalorian.

Your Mandalorian? The thought was so heavy in your mind, and you tried to force that possessive desire far from your heart. He wasn’t yours. You weren’t his. You were simply two people in need of some connection.

“Hey,” he spoke softly. You turned your head towards him, shivering as the stagnant air around you crept over your naked skin.

“You’re closing yourself off,” he noted. “I told you to trust me.”

“I know,” you sighed, fingers crawling up his shoulder pauldrons. You traced the signet engraved into his right shoulder, mindlessly focused on the metal etching and less on the heavy stare behind his helmet.

“Will you tell me about Kesi?” His voice was low. “I’m going to kill him either way, but I need to know what he’s done.”

“You don’t need to know anything,” you said defensively.

“You’re right,” he lamented. “But I need to understand why more people are after you. If Adelphi is any indication of what’s to come, you’re clearly very valuable to Kesi.”

“Valuable,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you want to describe it.”

“When I was given your puck, all I knew was that you were a runaway,” he explained. “Nothing more.”

“I’m not a criminal, Mando.”

“I never said you were,” he countered.

You retracted your hand from his shoulder, wrapping your arms around your chest, cocooning inwards.

“What’s Cad Bane’s involvement?” He asked, changing the subject. “This is the first time you’ve said anything about him.”

“He’s Kesi’s boss.”

“You said that earlier.”

“Okay, and I’m saying it again,” you rolled your eyes.

“The less you give me, the more danger we’re in. I can’t protect you without knowing what we’re up against.”

“You know, this isn’t the pillow talk I was expecting,” you scowled.

Mando was silent for a moment, his helmet toward the ceiling. Guilt crept into your chest, knowing you were withholding information for him. You wanted to be honest, to share the truth, but he would view you in such a different light, and there was no telling what kind of destruction he would cause in the wake of it. Your past was dark enough; the last thing you wanted was to bring life to the ghosts that haunted you.

“You’re being stubborn.”

You sat straight up and turned to look at him, disregarding your bare chest. Jabbing a finger into his chest, you yelled, “You need to understand I am telling you enough! Don’t ask me for more.”

“What are you so afraid of?” He pushed.

He had sat up now, his helmet a breath away from you. He was challenging you, and your blood boiled, knowing he would give up until he got answers. But you weren’t ready to relive those memories because opening that door would release a hailstorm of emotions you couldn’t face.

“Drop it,” you growled.

“What did he do to you, angel?” His voice softened.

Angel? Your eyes welled with tears, threatening to breach the composure you had worked so hard to maintain. His softness was so fucking unfair; he couldn’t weaponize his kindness like that.

“Don’t do that,” your voice wavered, tears spilling onto your cheeks.

Mando lifted his hand to cup your face, his thumb swiping away the tears. You turned away from him, wiping them away aggressively. Fuck him for acting like he cared; he only cared because it helped him. He wouldn’t care about you.

“Tell me,” he begged.

“I will,” you whimpered. “Just not now.”

You were done with the conversation, having moved off the bed and searching for the articles of clothes strewn around the room. Piecing yourself back together, you left the space and locked yourself in the tiny bathroom connected to the bedroom. Mando didn’t follow, nor did he protest you leaving. Clutching the sink, you let the sobs wrack through your body, not caring if he heard.

Mando couldn’t listen to any more of her crying. It had been at least an hour, and all that filled the silence were her sobs muffled by just a door between them. He had laid in contempt, wondering if any words could surface in his mind to fix things. To comfort her. But how could he comfort her when he knew nothing? She was so fucking hard to understand, and he was genuinely trying to make sense of everything she had offered—which wasn’t much. He was left wondering what her past was filled with, the pain and heartache that still chained her heart away.

And he was so fucking stupid for slipping up and calling her angel. What a fucking sentiment to say. He wanted to soothe her fear and anger, but clearly, he wasn’t thinking straight. Mando needed distance to sort out the mess in his mind, and that’s when he found himself walking down the market street, aimlessly wasting time looking through the different stalls.

Nestled in the thicket of the market was the saleswoman with leather goods. He had caught her staring at the leather thigh holster amongst the other items, and though she had her own blade sheath, she was overdue for a new one.

Aside from the holster, the saleswoman had options for leather clothing and weaponry belts. Mando still had the credits from her bounty, endlessly weighing him down in guilt, and he figured spending them on her was the best way to rid himself of that burden.

“I remember you,” the woman said as Mando sifted through the items. “You were with that girl.”

Mando grunted a vague response, trying not to rope himself into any more conversation for the day. The woman, though, was relentless.

“Is she someone important to you?”

“What?” It caught him off guard.

“If she’s important to you, may I recommend our finer options?” She gave him a genuine smile, motioning toward the end of the table.

Rows of weaponry accessories and clothing were neatly laid out, made of thicker, black leather. A black vest caught Mando’s attention, and he imagined her wearing it for safety. The stitching was thin along the sides, giving it a slimmer appearance and tighter fit. Perfect, he thought.

“This one,” he said, holding it up.

The woman smiled, “And a holster, no?”

“And a holster,” he agreed.

She searched behind her table for a moment, presenting a matching black holster that clasped with two metal buckles. They were perfect for her, and he didn’t even care to negotiate a price.

Mando left the market street searching for food to bring back; he assumed she’d be hungry, or at the very least, considering some sort of meal before she slept. At this point, he was trying anything to make up for their argument. He just wanted her to be okay.

The sun had slowly begun to dip below the horizon by the time he returned to the inn. The man at the front desk paid no mind to him, only acknowledging Mando’s presence with a stiff nod and grunt. Mando wound his way through the hallways back to their room, lightly knocking before entering. She was curled up under the sheets, her body rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

Setting aside the things he had bought, Mando sat at the foot of the bed, hoping the dip in the mattress wouldn’t wake her. Time passed slowly as he watched her face under the shadow of the bedroom light, noticing that furrow in her brow as she slept.

She mumbled something in her sleep, the words distorted and incoherent. Mando hesitated to intervene; sleep wasn’t the kindest to her, and he had spent several nights listening to the nightmares overwhelm her. She shifted in the bed, her body rolling over and curling together. Her eyes stirred a moment, and she caught on to the outline of his body, hers stiffening in response.

“Do you make a habit out of watching me sleep?” She grumbled.

“Sometimes,” he said, honestly.

She pulled the comforter over her head, disappearing into the bedding and out of sight. If this were any other time, maybe Mando would have laughed, but the space between them was fragile and tender. His hand roamed over the bedding, catching onto the outline of her calf. He squeezed it lightly, and she finally unveiled her face to deadpan him.

“I have something for you,” Mando said.

Her brow did that familiar furrow, and she glanced at the side table. Mando watched as her eyes widened, that crease between her brows disappearing. She crawled out from under the sheets, reaching towards the best and holster that lay on the table—a slight tremor in her fingers as she brushed over the leather.

“Mando,” she started.

“I don’t want to hear it. They’re yours.”

She glanced over her shoulder, eyes shimmering with fresh tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“I want you to wear them at all times. I need you protected.”

“Oh, you need me protected?” She laughed.

Mando rounded the bed to where she bent over to look at the items. He carded a hand through her hair, forcing her to stare at him.

“I’m serious.”

Her pupils were blown wide, the look of desire twisting over her features. Mando had to find some resolve to lessen his hunger for her, knowing he wouldn’t be gentle or kind if he took her again. He was still trying to reel in his anger from earlier, and the last thing he wanted was to fuck out his frustration.

“I brought food,” he said, changing the course of the conversation. “Eat.”

“Did you get some for yourself?” She asked, eyes sliding to the thermos of soup sitting on the table.

Mando shook his head, “I’m fine. You need it more than me.”

“I can—I can leave if you need to eat.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated.

She relented, obviously aware arguing with him would be a losing battle. Sitting up in the bed, she took the thermos in her hands, drinking from it slowly. After some peaceful moments in shared silence, she finally spoke again.

“How do you know Bo Katan?”

Mando sat on the bed beside her, leaning against the headboard. With legs crossed, he tried to relax and enjoy the simplicity of the evening alone with her.

“We’ve worked together before,” he responded.

“On a hunt?”

“Not necessarily. I helped her Clan on a mission once before.”

She took another sip of the soup, nodding along to his explanation.

“Is her Clan different from yours?” She asked.

Mando nodded, “She belongs to Clan Kryze. Her family once ruled Mandalore,” he explained.

“If you’ve helped her before, why was she so—?”

“Unfriendly?” Mando interjected. “She views my Clan as a cult… Extremists, as she calls it.”

“Do you think she’ll really help up?” Her voice wavered a bit.

“I do.”

Mando had little left to say, so he let the silence settle over them again. After a while, she put down the soup and curled into the bed. She rolled over to face away from him, and Mando studied the rise and fall of her shoulders until she was asleep.

He hoped for a better tomorrow.

Morning came quickly, the sun seeping through the thin curtains of the room. Mando hadn’t slept all night, forfeiting rest to watch over her. She had restless moments where he could hear her mumbling to herself, but he never tried to wake her. Whatever the plan that Bo Katan had created was, he needed her rested and ready. Danger was on the horizon for them both, and he struggled to face the reality of what was to come. She hadn’t given him a single viable reason as to why Kesi should be dead, leaving his mind to wander and sort through the possibilities of what he had done to her. She was fearful of something, but what, Mando had no clue.

And now Bane was in the mix of it all, making his stomach churn with unease.

She didn’t say much as they left the inn, her chest now covered by the vest and blade strapped to her thigh. A twinge of satisfaction coursed through Mando’s veins seeing her wearing what he bought, a sense of possessiveness he had never quite experienced. After getting dressed that morning, she gave him another ‘thank you,’ her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Bo Katan was already waiting for them at the cantina when they arrived, her helmet on the chair beside her—another reminder of their indifferences.

“Clan Kryze will stand with you,” Bo Katan announced.

“Thank you,” Mando said.

She nodded, her lips set in a firm line. “Give us a week to gather forces, and I will contact you with our next steps. Oba Diah will be no easy feat.”

“Until then, we will retreat to a more secluded planet,” Mando explained. “It will keep us safe until it’s time to attack.”

Bo Katan gave a firm nod, glancing between him and the girl.

“This is the Way.”

Mando noticed the relief in her body language as they returned to the Crest. Her shoulders were relaxed, and there was a calmness in her expression. Once the ramp closed behind them, she made her way to the carbonite chamber, checking the valve as she had before. Her interest in the ship's technology didn’t go unnoticed by Mando; in fact, he was grateful to have an extra hand to fix various problems. She was a skilled mechanic; he gave her that.

They found some sense of normalcy as they navigated through the Crest, Mando taking his usual spot in the cockpit and her retreating to the bed. He wanted to join her or her to join him; either way, he didn’t want to be alone, which was a startling realization. Secluded inside the cockpit, Mando allowed the turmoil of thoughts to stir, spinning until he felt helpless. He had to make a plan. He needed to keep her safe.

Starting up the nav panel, Mando punched in the coordinates to the only planet he could ensure their safety: Sorgan. It had been years since he had traveled there; ghosts of the past left to roam through the foliage and swamps. It was the last time he had grown too close to someone; the last time he had almost slipped away from his Creed. Now, with her, those same doubts stirred within his mind. He was drawing himself too close, knowing one day he could—would—lose her. She wanted freedom, and he had sworn to give it to her. She could ask him for anything, and Mando knew he wouldn’t be strong enough to deny her.

Navigating the Crest out of Trask, Mando cleared his mind and focused on the atmosphere swallowing him whole.

#mando x reader #mando x f!reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #fluff and angst and smut

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Rosa x reader - getting to know the real you

can i request a Rosa x femreader?? I leave you full freedom for the plot. if you do it THANK U SO MUCH otherwise just know that I love your stories, KEEP IT UP!!!💕💕 - Anon💜

You had no clue what to do with yourself, you stared at the phone in your hand.

You had her contact open, but you know she didn’t want to hear from you, she made that perfectly clear when she told you it was over.

You were over.

There wasn’t a you and her anymore.

You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t, you had cried all you could.

Setting your phone down, you looked around the now empty apartment you sighed and picked up the phone again.

You: we said forever, but I guess we said it too soon. I don’t know what’s going on but I love you Rosa, and if in a year or two or three you want to try again I just pray you’ll call and tell me I’m still on your mind, that you’ll say you want this.

You sent the message and tossed your phone aside.

You knew you weren’t going to get a reply, and as the following morning came around you walked down the stairs and handed your key back to the building manager.

“Can’t believe you’re going kid, it’s gonna be weird not seeing you around.”

“All come visit Al, I just… I can’t keep here…”

He nodded his head in understanding and gave you a gently hug.

Heading to your car, you got in, glancing at your phone in the seat next to yours, you debated on picking it up but you decided against it.

Instead you just started driving, not even daring to look back.

Your phone rang a few times but you didn’t bother picking up, you had a long drive ahead of you and you didn’t want to get delayed by any traffic or anything.

You siblings were waiting for you to arrive, and although your sister offered to pick you up you decided to go alone, wanting the time to clear your head.

And you did.

Over the long drive you used the time to stuff all your emotion away, locking them behind thick doors so you wouldn’t have to confront them.

Finally you pulled outside the home you were oh so familiar with, and you stepped out of your car, phone and bag in hand.

“Jesus (Y/N) you could’ve at least called!”

“Sorry Rebekah.”

You turned around, letting her pull you in for a hug as you rested your chin on her shoulder, taking a small breath as you looked to the open door.

“Is he home…?” You asked softly.

“Yeah, of course he is. He’s been worried sick.”

You pulled away and walked into the house.

You didn’t need to search it, you knew exactly what room he was going to be in so you walked straight there.

Slowly you pushed the door open and stepped in, letting the door fall shut behind you.

You looked at the tall man as he paced back and forth, tossing a ball up and down in his hand.

“Klaus…”

“(Y/N)!”

He rushed around and quickly walked over, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly as you clung to your older brother.

Tears started to brim your eyes again.

“I’ve got you…” he whispered.

“I… I should’ve.. should’ve listened…”

Klaus sighed, resting his chin on your head as he ran his hand up and down your back.

“No, no you had every right not to. You deserve to be happy okay? And if you want I’ll go make her pay for breaking your heart.”

You quickly pulled away, shaking your head frantically.

“No! No! Klaus you can’t hurt Rosa, promise me you won’t hurt Rosa..”

Klaus looked at you, and although he wasn’t happy about what happened, he was furious Rosa had ripped out your heart and stomped all over it.

He wanted to go there and do what he did best. But looking at your face, begging him not too, he couldn’t do it to you.

“Fine, but you just say the word and I promise you I’ll make her or anyone suffer.”

“Just.. just let me stay with you…”

“You’re always welcome, you know that.” He laughed softly.

Klaus led you over to the couch and sat down, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you stared at the paintings around the room.

You loved your brothers art, it was so beautiful, and it made you smile knowing that his art was in museums knowing full well people didn’t know it was his.

He had a real talent, even if he wasn’t so nice to many people, and he did horrible, unspeakable things, he was still your older brother.

You were his baby sister. The youngest of the bunch, and you knew there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you.

Elijah was away, and you were told he wouldn’t be back for at least a week, so for the first it it was just your Rebekah and Klaus, and they didn’t everything they could to help you.

Recovery was a long road, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

You loved Rosa.

You wanted your whole life to be with her.

“What exactly happened?” Elijah asked softly.

You took a breath, and sighed a little, turning to face him from your spot on the roof where you were stargazing.

“I… I’d been dating her a few years… and she.. well she found out because of some hunters.. I tried to explain her… tried to talk to her.. but she called me a demon.. a monster…”

Elijah felt his heart clench.

He looked at you and reached out, placing his hand on your head, smoothing your hair down a little bit.

“(Y/N), you listen to me, okay? Listen very carefully, you are anything but a demon, a monster. You are so kind, and gentle, and caring. You haven’t ever hurt a soul who has never hurt you before, even after everything that father put you through, you still have such a pure heart.”

You smiled a little, and shrugged a tiny bit not really convinced.

“I guess she’s right… I am a monster…”

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself.”

You jumped a little, turning around to find Klaus climbing on to the roof as well, walking over to sit next to you.

“Don’t you ever call yourself a monster you hear me? I swear to whatever god there is that I will throw you off this roof right now.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Want to test that?”

Klaus went to pick you up and you quickly jumped behind Elijah, hiding behind him as you stuck your middle finger up at Klaus.

“I’m sad! You’re supposed to be caring for me not trying to throw me off buildings!”

“Stop calling yourself a monster then!”

You grinned a little at klaus and he grinned back, opening his arms letting you sit next to him.

You were so caught up with you siblings you didn’t bother checking your phone, in fact, it probably died weeks ago because you never put it on charge.

Walking around the back, admiring the vast countryside behind the house.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to the doorway where Rebekah was standing looking angry and a little unsure.

“You have a guest.”

She stepped aside and you watched Rosa step out, looking a little lost and very high on alert.

“Want me to stay?” Rebekah asked.

“No.. no it’s okay…”

She nodded and glared at Rosa before she went back inside.

You turned away from Rosa, not really wanting to look at her so you rested your hands on the fence separating the house from the country.

Rosa looked at you, admiring how you still looked so beautiful just standing there, but she quickly shook her head and walked over.

Standing a few feet from you, she copied what you were doing.

“We’ve been trying to call you. I’ve been trying to call you.”

You glanced at her before turning away from her.

“Yeah.. it uh.. it died weeks ago. I don’t actually think I know where it is…”

“Did you check under your bed? You have a habit of throwing it under there when you’re ignoring it.”

You opened your mount to try and defend yourself but you knew she was right. Whenever you were avoiding people you hid your phone under your bed.

“I didn’t look there…”

Rosa looked at you.

“Look… I can’t say I’m not pissed. Because I’m pissed, really pissed okay?”

“Then why come Rosa? If you’re so pissed why come here? Aren’t you scared of the big bad vampires?” You scoffed a little.

Rosa rolled her eyes, walking over she pushed your shoulder making you turn to face her.

“No you moron, I’m not scared. I was just pissed off you never said anything.”

You rose a brow at her and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m not scared.”

“You know I know when you’re lying.”

“Fine, but I’m never going to admit it. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You threw your hands in the air.

“What the hell was I suppose to say?! Hey Rosa by the way I’m a vampire, one of the original vampires, my sister has been dead half my life, and my brothers are a raging psychopath and a sophisticated peacekeeper who cleans up my psycho brothers mess?!”

“Hey! That’s not nice you know!”

You glared at the back door.

“Fuck off Niklaus!”

He smirked and went back inside and you turned to Rosa.

“What the hell was I supposed to tell you?”

She sighed a little.

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know. But how did you hide it so well?”

You smirked a little.

“I’m over a thousand years old Rosa, you think you’re good at keeping secrets? Try keeping them for that long.”

“Shit you’re old as hell. Doesn’t that make you a creep or something?”

You playfully slapped her shoulder and she smiled softly at you, letting out another sigh.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I’m only saying it once and if you tell anyone I’ll break your jaw.”

“You couldn’t, but I won’t tell anyone.”

You noticed your siblings lurking in the background and you hopped over your fence, holding your hand out to Rosa.

She looked behind her and climbed over the fence, taking your hand to let you pull her down and you both walked away.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I… to be honest? No…”

“What the hell were you going to do when I got older and you didn’t then?”

“Cosmetic surgery?”

Rosa scoffed, shaking her head at you.

“Unbelievable.”

You grinned a little.

Placing your hands behind you back, you spun around, walking backward as you smiled softly at her.

It was that smile Rosa couldn’t resist no matter how much she wanted too she just could. It was something about that soft innocent smile that drew her in.

She stopped walking so you stopped as well.

“Will you answer any questions I have?” She asked.

“Of course, anything.”

So that’s what you two did.

You led her to your favourite flower patch, and as much as she didn’t want to sit in it you did so you both sat there and you answered every single question she had.

From when you became a vampire and how, to what you ate and how often and how you came about it.

Rosa couldn’t imagine you hurting anyone, and from what you told her you never had.

It reassured her a little bit knowing you had the power to kill anyone you wanted, but you refused because you didn’t like hurting people.

She believed it.

Maybe she shouldn’t, but hell she watched you cry for an hour when you accidentally hit her in the head with a cabinet door.

“I moved away from my siblings because well.. I wanted to try live a normal life, and I had a huge fight with Klaus, so I wanted to get away.”

You laid down, gazing up at the sunny sky.

“That’s why you joined the NYPD?” She asked.

“Nah I was just bored when I did that.”

She laughed a little.

“I don’t regret it though, because I wouldn’t have met you. But I regret not telling you sooner, I understand if you don’t want to be with me. Hell I can even make you forget me if you want, If that’ll make it easier.”

Rosa shuffled over, leaning over, hands planted on either side of your head as she looked down at you.

You smiled a little, bringing a hand up to brush her hair behind ear.

“What if I don’t what to forget?”

“I’m dangerous…”

Rosa smirked, leaning down, nose brushing against yours.

“I like danger.”

With that, she leant down and kissed you deeply, one you were more than happy and eager to kiss her back, missing the feeling of her lips against yours.

You heard some cheering and clapping and quickly pushed Rosa away, rolling her over she he back was against the grass and you sat up.

You spotted your siblings and the rest of the 99 team stood not that far away.

“You pervs!” You shouted.

Rosa quickly shot up, looking at them all as they all came over and you knew she was furious with them.

“Don’t.” You whispered.

She looked at you but nodded her head, letting them all come over to tackle you into a hug and ask you about everything and get to learn about your siblings.

You knew it would be a slow start with Rosa, it would take a while to sort everything out again, but something told you that after some time you two would be okay

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine x reader #Brooklyn nine nine x you #b99 #b99 imagine #b99 x you #b99 x reader #Rosa diaz #Rosa diaz x reader #Rosa diaz x you #Rosa diaz imagine

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(Takes place after this)

Raph: Donnie, are you still at April's?

Mikey: I left some food for ya when you get back

Raph: Donnie?

Leo: Hey bro

Leo: You still alive?

Mikey: It's okay if you choose to spend the night with April again

Raph: Donnie, please answer the phone

Leo: This isn't funny. Can you please tell us where you are?

Mikey: Donnie, are you okay?

Message after message, call after call. Each one goes unanswered as Donnie could barely do anything other than stare at the screen in front of them

Donnie's siblings have been trying to contact them. Little do any of them know was that the soft shell hiding away at April's apartment like some kind of coward

Even if Donnie did answer, what could Donnie even tell them? How could they face their family right now after what happened? How could they even go home at this point? If they told the truth, would anyone understand? Or would Donnie be forever shunned?

Donnie's thoughts are interrupted by the front door opening. They don't need to really look to know that it's April back from her classes. At least Donnie no longer needs to be stuck with their own thoughts anymore

"Hey Donnie" April greeted before putting her bag down. She pulls out her phone, reading the texts that she's been receiving with a frown. Several of them are the guys asking her if she's seen Donnie... April looks over at Donnie

"Um... your family is looking for you" she pointed out. Though judging from the way Donnie stared at their phone, that statement didn't really need to be said. Slowly April walks over and sits down on the couch next to Donnie. They are curled up in a ball, completely wrapped up in blankets

"...Ms Morrison is doing fine. I checked on her today and while the hospital wants to make sure she's going to be at her 100% when she gets out, she's going to be okay"

The mention of Ms Morrison finally gets Donnie to look away from their phone. They let out a shaky sigh before pulling themself deeper into the pile of blankets

April hesitated to ask, "Donnie... Do you mind telling me about what happened?"

Donnie looked at April. Of course they minded. Everything that's been going on, Donnie felt more and more as though they shouldn't say anything. It's all just easier to keep quiet about it, so nothing can get messed up. Yet somehow, Donnie pulls their hands out of the blankets to sign, 'I hurt her'

April frowned, "I mean, why did you?"

'I got scared'

April frowned. Normally she would call out that it was completely out of character for Donnie to do something like that just because they were scared. Yet the more April thought about it, the more it made sense. For the past few weeks Donnie has been acting... paranoid. Often April could barely speak to Donnie without them practically jumping out of their skin if they don't know she's right there first. Even Mikey has mentioned that Donnie appeared to have been experiencing more nightmares lately, which leads to them staying up more which really can't be good for them

"Donnie, what exactly-"

April is interrupted by a notification sound. It didn't sound like anything unusual, except Donnie's eyes grew wide upon reading the message as they scrambled out from under the blankets and jumped out of bed

'I need to go' they sign before walking towards the window to the fire escape staircase. Before Donnie could even reach the window, April immediately stands in front of them, blocking their way. "Wait! Donnie... what happened just happened recently, maybe you can skip out? Let's watch some Jupiter Jim and just... hang out" she suggested

Donnie shook their head, 'I can't. This whole thing is super important. I can't miss anything. If I do who knows what would happen' they explain. 'It took me this long to earn their trust. I can't do anything that would fracture it!'

"Donnie" April steps forward, "Look at yourself. Ever since you started this whole thing you've been acting less and less like yourself! I know whatever is happening is eating away at you and... I can help you. Whatever is going on, I can help you"

Donnie pauses. Even if Donnie wanted to say anything, what happens if the one's they're working for find out who Donnie is close to? Will they go after April? Will they go after Donnie's family? Would everything Donnie was working up to be ruined? It wasn't something Donnie wanted to happen, but it just is!

'April, please cover for me again. I promise when the time comes, I will explain everything, but not right now. Now is not a good time! Please?' Donnie pleaded. They almost felt sick at having to plead like this. Why did April have to be dragged into the situation when she herself has no idea on what's really happening?

Things were never supposed to become like this. It was supposed to be so simple. But Donnie couldn't stop. They can't stop now. Not when they're in this deep

'I promise it would all be worth it in the end!'

With hesitation, April let out a sigh, "Alright..." she agrees, moving to the side

As Donnie leaves, the thoughts of whether or not this was really a good idea and that maybe she should tell the others what's going on flooded April's mind. However, the desperation in Donnie... it was strange... But they were such a mess that night when Ms Morrison got hurt

April looks down at her phone and opens up the text messages from each turtle aside from Donnie. Every time April tries to write up a message, it only ends up erased, none of them sounding good enough

Finally, April slowly types out

April: Yeah, they're with me. They want to be alone right now

And god. Does she hope someone calls her out on her bullshit

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #tmnt donnie #rottmnt april #tmnt april

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p-redux · 1 year ago

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Weekly Summary October 20, 2023

Hi peeps, lots of stuff happened this week, so I'm going to do my weekly summary instead of individual posts or answering individual Asks. This is a LONG one, so grab a drink, and dive right in for: Ringgate, Sam and the City, and Sam and open letter and follow up statement. Also, starting tomorrow, I'll be off for the weekend, my man surprised me with a trip away to the beach before the weather starts to cool down.

Anyhooo, let's start off with something light. #ringgate. For different reasons some fans get verklempt when Sam wears jewelry, and panties definitely get twisted or wet, depending on who you are, when Sam dons RINGS. Sam wore the 2 rings he's been wearing lately during his appearance on Jimmy Fallon a few days ago. Sidenote: Samshine is EXTRA Samshiny is in this pic. Say what you want about him, but the man is BEAUTIFUL 👇

So, of course, Extreme Shippers are convinced Sam is "finally" wearing his wedding rings because he's married to Cait. Um, one small problem, Caitriona Mary Balfe is already married to Tony McGill. Some Non-Shippers get excited to see him wear rings because maybe it makes them think of when Sam WILL get married. There is something about a man wearing rings. I find it sexy as well. But, alas, these rings are on the right hand and Scottish people wear wedding rings on the left hand. Also, Sam's definitely NOT married to anyone since we've seen him linked to several women lately.

For the people who had doubts the copper looking ring is an Oura ring, it definitely is. Here is what the two rings most likely are. The silver one I'm told by some of the Team is 👇

And here is the Oura ring he's wearing, most likely in Rose Gold. It's basically a ring with a computer in it to keep track of physical stuff, the way a fitbit or Apple watch does. Seems EXACTLY like something Sam would wear 👇 So, let's put #ringgate to rest now, please.

On to WHERE in New York had Sam been hiding. Everyone thought he had left and that his recent appearance on Jimmy Fallon had been taped earlier, until we saw THIS fan pic with him. 👇

My New York sources said he had not been seen at his usual hotel The Crosby. I'm putting out the name now just because EVERYONE knows that's where he stays in New York. He used to stay at The Bowery Hotel, but the last few years it's been The Crosby. None of the usual pic and autograph hounds got pics with him, so we assumed he wasn't staying there. All those hounds have contacts at the different hotels and restaurants frequented by celebs, so they would have been alerted to Sam staying there. Soooooo, if he wasn't at The Crosby, BUT he was in New York, THEN the possibilities are. He's aware too many fans know he stays at The Crosby, so he's switched hotels. Or he decided to rent an Airbnb instead. Or he stayed with friends. Or he does have a lady friend in New York, like some think, and he stayed with her. Who knows...but I'm sure we will find out...

Onto more serious matters. I'll preface this by saying I have made it a policy on my blog to NOT talk about anything political and to also not talk about any world events happening, which are upsetting. This blog is my escape from real life. So, I want to continue on that path. But I'm making an exception this time because based on the DMs an Anon Asks I'm getting there is some confusion as to why Sam posted this message on his social media. I just want to give people some clarity on it. And them move on. So, Sam posted this. 👇

It was in response to Sam and other mostly UK celebrities signing an open letter asking Israel to cease fire on Gaza, and explicitly claiming Pro-Palestine sentiments. If you click below, you will find an article on it and then keep scrolling down and you can read the actual letter. That's the letter Sam signed. A few days later, he clarified his feelings and regretted signing it because it doesn't represent fully what he meant. 👇

Here's the thing the history of Israel/Palestine is LONG and COMPLICATED. And most people haven't done enough research to know it fully. Most people go by sound bytes they see as they scroll social media. Or they give in to confirmation bias based on their political party, nationality, ethnicity, religion, affiliations etc.

I'm not going to get into the specifics because all of the information is easily accessible if anyone TAKES THE TIME TO RESEARCH AND READ THE HISTORY, both of Israel and Palestine...with an OPEN MIND.

The reason Sam got himself in trouble with signing the open letter and then the subsequent damage control message is that he didn't take the time to do his research. In extremely simplistic terms: Most of the UK, and in fact, most of Europe has traditionally been Pro-Palestine (except for European Jews, of course). The U.S. has traditionally been Pro-Israel and are allies. Up until recently that is. Due to the divisiveness in the US since the Trump era, Conservatives (Republicans) in the country became even more Pro-Israel, which then meant Liberals (Democrats) had to be the opposite. The rhetoric that Israel was the oppressor and Palestine was the oppressed grew louder. You had to pick one or the other. You couldn't take a step back and look at the history of the Jews being oppressed pretty much since Moses kept trying to get back to The Promised Land aka modern day Israel and Palestine. Or the Palestinians also being oppressed and their lands shrinking year by year.

The Jews have always been fucked over throughout history. And the Palestinians have always been fucked over, but especially since 1948 when modern day Israel was created. So, then, TERROR GROUP, Hamas decides, we're gonna fuck you over, Israel, REALLY BADLY, and engaged in some of the worst atrocities in recent times. No matter what anyone's beliefs are, when you saw what Hamas did (I'm not going to write the details because it's a horror show we all already know about) EVERYONE in the world should have said "Not today, Satan, not today," and DENOUNCED their savagery.

Hamas is NOT the Palestinian people, Hamas' ONLY goal is to terrorize and destroy. First the Jews, then their allies. Look up in the sky if you're in the US, one day a missile will be coming your way if they aren't stopped. After Hamas committed their savagery, Israel, understandably attacked back. They defended themselves from TERRORISTS trying to literally annihilate them. That was NOT the time to chant Free Palestine or write Free Palestine open letters. Just like after the murder of George Floyd, the Black Lives Matter movement came to the forefront in the US, but you had people countering "All Lives Matter!" Yes, all lives matter, but RIGHT NOW we're focusing on Black Lives, ya dopes. Breast Cancer awareness month. But what about Lung Cancer, Colon Cancer, they're important too?! Yes, but JFC, FOCUS people. Should Palestine be free from Israeli occupation, should they have more land? OF COURSE. But when the world SAW what Hamas did to HUMAN BEINGS, regardless of nationality or religion, the ONLY thing that should have been chanted is "DESTROY HAMAS." Hamas fucked things up for Palestinians, not just Israelis. And because of Hamas' actions, now Palestine is getting destroyed by Israel. And then Hamas will counter attack. And it will go on and on. There should be NO sides. There should only be ONE side, the HUMAN side.

So, when celebs seemingly "pick" a side, especially without considering the repercussions, they will get pushback. I love Sam and he's a good man, but he missed the mark on this one. Not through malice, but rather, naivete and ignorance. By cosigning that letter he didn't realize he wasn't simply signing a Pro-Palestine letter, he was simultaneously signing an Anti-Israel letter, Anti-Jews letter. And the reality is he alienated his Jewish fans, his more US conservative fans, his more centrist fans, assorted other fans...and I'm just going to state facts...he forgot WHO runs Hollywood, has always run Hollywood, and will always run Hollywood, including people who run Starz, as well as WHO are some of his agents, and publicists, hence the "better late than never" damage control quasi apology.

If you're wondering about MY stance: I feel badly for the Palestinian people and I feel badly for the Israeli people. There, that wasn't so hard to say, right? You CAN be Pro-Palestine AND Pro-Israel aka Pro-Humans. In the end, ALL HUMANS want the SAME basic things: food, clean water, shelter, safety and peace for their loved ones. To pick sides is to say that one set of people is more important than the other. And that can't be true. It isn't true. I pick the Human Side. Simple as that.

*big long sigh* Okay, peeps, you can leave comments, but I'm not going to answer them because I'm TIRED now. Also any hate comments, antiSemitic or antiPalestineMuslim comments and they will be deleted, and you will be blocked.

I'll check in later today. And then I'll be off until Sunday evening. Of course, still feel free to DM me and send Asks. I'll answer when I can.

Peace, people, PEACE.

#samheughan #sam heughan #palestine #israel #open letter #uk #us #ringgate #ring gate #newyork #new york #Sam and the City #oura ring

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