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cod-imagines-fanfiction · 6 months

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Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend part 7 (3.4k words)

Summary: Now in the custody of the Mexican Army, Y/N is transferred to an incarceration facility and meets her unexpected bunkie

Warnings: LESBIAN SMUT, filth but very loving :) Note at the end Link to A03 Links to part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

The journey to prison seemed never-ending. Y/N watched the world beyond from the small window next to her, watched as they traversed past dry, yellow fields, past abandoned gas stations. Past faded, rusty signs that were littered with bullet holes. She watched the world dim as the sun fell, the soft glow of twilight as the sun dipped below the horizon. The oranges and pinks shone so briefly but beautifully on the sky right before the darkness descended. The man across from her said that Valeria was in the van behind them. If there was such a van, it was way behind them and impossible to see. She only hoped that this misery would soon be over, that the cold metal bands around her wrists would be removed and she could walk free.

Only that she wouldn't. She and Valeria had reached the point of no return, that much she knew. The life they lived before - the secluded glamour, their intoxicating, opulent love - vaporised into nothingness. They cheated the world all these years and pretended that the truth wouldn't - couldn't - reach them. That the world would forget about their queer domesticity, their illegal lifestyle. Illegal because that lifestyle was funded entirely by drug money and violence. But the balancing scales finally tipped and Valeria would get what the world believed she deserved. And seemingly, the drugs were only part of the picture. Missiles. Terrorism. You'd heard those words scattered in conversations relating to Valeria and they made you shudder. There was a darkness that, so far, had lived on the periphery of your life with Valeria. A darkness that could be suppressed, that you could pretend was not really there. You pretended that the diamond jewels Valeria dressed you in were bought with honest money. Pretend that the men brought to the tunnelled rooms beneath your house were there for job interviews, not for interrogations. Pretended that Valeria's cars were made with heavy doors because it was her personal taste, not because she needed bulletproof transportation.

These fictions were no longer tangible, no longer capable of retaining their glamour. You and Valeria would have to pay for all of it, finally. Y/N knew that one of these days her tears would fall and she would not be able to stop them.

It was all mechanical after that. The van approached a looming structure of concrete and barbed wire, of guard towers and dogs. The van was checked and allowed to enter. Y/N shrank away from the gazes of all these men. The Captain across from her, the driver, the guards, the soldiers waiting beyond. The door was opened and you were flung out, shackles and all. The Captain put his arm through yours, a precaution in case you tried to escape. It almost made you laugh. There was nowhere to run to and all these men were impossible to run from. "No papers?" A guard asked the Captain, his eyes raking over your form. You became acutely aware of your attire, the pyjamas, and how they contrasted with the uniforms of these men. Your light, thin pyjamas were built for comfort and aesthetics. And their kit, bulky and covering every inch of them, was built for battle. "No, sir. Special case. Courtesy of General Shepherd." The Captain nodded to him knowingly. It felt illegal that they would jail you without even a passport or some form of ID, but you didn't dare say anything. You weren't sure what rights you had, if you had them. The process beyond that was glaringly odd. You entered what looked like the reception of the facility. Your pockets were checked - there was nothing. You were not identified but were given an ID card and a uniform to change to.

"Am I in prison?" You asked. "No, ma'am. Temporary custody, it's like jail." You stared at the uniform in your hands, then back to the guard. "Why am I wearing this then?" He cleared his throat. "It's more modest, ma'am." "Oh," you said stupidly and changed. Thankfully, you were not searched for anything. It was nothing like the scary stories Valeria would tell you from those who were caught and imprisoned due to her operations. Of people made to kneel and cough in all their nakedness, of guards probing their bodies and leering. When you came out from the changing area, the Captain was gone, presumably because he'd handed you off to the right authorities. That's all you were to them, something to be passed off and transferred from point A to point B. Something to be processed and shelved.

The guard was waiting for you. "This way," he said and buzzed you into the facility. Greyness and coldness prevailed in this place. The labyrinthiness of it made your head spin, every hallway was the same, and every corner was like the one you'd seen before. The doors were the same, even the guards looked like the same person but multiplied. The reality of it all pressed down on you oppressingly, you held in your tears and followed the man. Your heart hammered in your chest when you heard the yells of men, muffled behind the concrete but hysterical in their intensity. The guard must've noticed the panic in your eyes. "You will be held in the private women's wing. Special case gets special privileges." He almost sounded hopeful, but you weren't sure if the final part was meant to make you feel any better about your situation. The panic did subside, however. Another gate stood in front of you and you were processed through that one, too. The women's wing, you presumed.

The women's private wing was completely empty, the cells clearly vacant by the fact that their doors were wide open. There were two floors and a guard post staring at them. No windows. Your footsteps echoed across the chamber, the silence was defeaning. "You're in here," he said and deposited you to one of the rooms. It was a small room scarcely furnished with a toilet and a metal bunk. A pillow, a thin mattress and a blanket summarised your belongings for the time being. "Do I get time in the yard or anything?" You said as you turned around but the door was slammed in your face. You jumped back. "That's not how jail works," he said and walked off. You stared through the door's window for some time, becoming self-conscious with each passing moment. Apart from the lack of freedom and the possibility of spending a lifetime incarcerated, you were troubled with the hygienic aspect of things. Can they see inside when you go to the bathroom? It was something you always wondered about when you watched crime TV and you now had a personal investment in the topic.

"Don't worry, amor. They won't peek through."

You almost fell to your knees. Your hand reached out in time to hold on to the door as you heard her voice. You didn't have time to turn around, her warm hands were already on you as she hugged you from behind. Her body emanated warmth as she pressed herself against you and you felt her frame envelop yours. Her warmth, the scent of her sweat lightly masqued by her perfume. Valeria's hands caressed your sides and travelled up and down your body, eagerly. One of her hands slithered beneath your shirt and past your bra. She cupped one of your breasts and squeezed as her face rested on your shoulder, lightly coating the side of your neck with breathy kisses. You always shivered when she did this and let out a shaky breath, carefully releasing a relieved whimper. You tried to speak but struggled to release the words coherently. Each attempt started with a pitiful vowel which was drowned by a hot kiss, it resulted in a cascade of pitiful, small sounds that were interrupted by the sound of wet lips and light moans.

Actions spoke louder than words with Valeria. There was no point in saying how much she missed you when she could show it. She squeezed your nipple sharply. You yelped as expected and she took the chance to enter your mouth with her tongue. She could feel your flustered embarrassment given your surroundings and chuckled as you tried to kiss her lightly and more quietly. She refused your demands and kissed you harder, sloppier; louder. You finally broke off, breathless. "They'll hear us," you said as she moved on to your neck without skipping a beat, kissing your jaw. "They left the post, baby," she said and moved to your ears. Valeria's tongue flickered on your lobe, knowing how ticklish her warm breath made you, how it made your whole body squirm. "Special privileges," she whispered and started nibbling on your skin.

"Baby," you pouted to her. A frenzied passion arose within Valeria. All that time she spent away from you, all that fear about your safety, the despair she felt when she thought she would never see you again; that you were hurt or tortured, that you were bullied and exploited whilst she could do nothing to protect you. All those feelings made her desperate to touch you, to feel that you really were there. To feel your soft skin and to see for herself that you were not bruised or hurt. With each caress and with each touch, she wanted to feel that you were unharmed, untouched. And with each examining touch, arousal glowed within her body, that special warm feeling intensifying between her legs. She missed you; all of you. One of her hands was blissfully busy with your breasts, moving from one to the other and eliciting many praises from your body; twitching and whimpering with all the stimulation. Unable to help herself, Valeria allowed her other hand to to caress your tummy, which she loved, and then lower to the band of your trousers, teasingly. You wiggled excitedly in her grasp, loving to see her so excited with you. "You're so crazy, baby," you mumbled and delivered kisses to her face. Her hand then went lower to your crotch, fondling that sensitive spot hungrily. You yelped in response. "What if they walk in on us, my love?" You asked her and wiggled your hips to escape her touches, fending off her wicked teasing.

"I already told you, princess," she said and continued caressing your sensitive spot with more intensity, following the rhythm of your hips. "They've all left their post." Hearing quiet noises escape from your careful control excited her even more, Valeria couldn't deny how much she loved moments where this dynamic manifested in your relationship. Her intense, playful teasing when you were not in an entirely private place. Your assertions of propriety and decency. How Valeria would persist with her argument and teasing, your eventual, blissful surrender. You remained unconvinced and so she pressed you forward with her body, making you peek out of the little window on the door. "Look for yourself, they're all gone," she said. You lifted yourself a bit higher and looked on. You surveyed the space and saw how empty it was, with no guard posted, and no cameras. You hummed to yourself as you judged the safety of the situation. You made a noise with your assent. "You're right, there's no on-", with no hesitation Valeria plunged her hand past your trousers and your underwear, her fingers reaching out to your sex. "You're happy, now?" She whispered to your ear as her middle finger found your clit and moved your wetness up and down. She felt your jaw tighten as she continued that movement agonizingly slow but with more pressure, making your hips press against her. "Use your words, princess," she whispered into your ear. "Yes, baby. I'm happy." You said quickly and breathlessly.

Valeria bit her lip and groaned quietly in your ear. "You're already so wet for me," she mumbled as her fingers moved faster. Her movements were sloppy and the contact with your skin emitted those wet noises that embarrassed you so much. She kissed your cheek and froze when she felt how wet your face was. "Baby, are you crying?" It was all too much. Everything that happened came back to you. The sudden kidnapping, the destruction of your home, the interrogation, your imprisonment and chaotic escape. You had not a moment to yourself to process anything before Valeria appeared. You loved her touch and longed for release, longed to touch her. And yet, your tears fell. "Fuck, I'm sorry." She span you around so that you were facing her. Her eyes widened with panic at the sight of tears falling steadily and silently down your face. She cupped your cheeks with her warm hands. "Too much too soon. You know how intense I am, baby." She pulled you in for a hug. You nuzzled your face in her neck and inhaled her scent, you exhaled shakily. "I missed you so much," you mumbled and held on to Valeria tightly. "I didn't understand what was happening."

Valeria cooed as she stroked your back. "I know, baby. I'm sorry." "I didn't tell them anything," you said. "I know my love, thank you." You kissed her cheek. Valeria moved backwards and sat on the bed. She pulled you close so that you were straddling her; the two of you kept hugging. It was one of the things that always made you feel better on a bad day, how Valeria would hold you like this and comfort you. How she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you cried or complained about whatever it was that upset you. "Did he hurt you?" You said as you lightly touched the dark circles on Valeria's neck. She tried not to wince, she knew who you were referring to. "I hurt him worse." She said and paused. "Did he hurt you?" She asked slowly, suddenly afraid of your answer. You shook your head. "No, he was just scaring me." Valeria released a relieved exhale. "You're a tough cookie, Y/N." You giggled lightly and Valeria's muscles relaxed lightly. "I knew you'd come for me," you said. "I'll always find you," Valeria said and you kissed deeply. Valeria was careful not to initiate anything given your fragile state, she only gave what you asked for. You pulled back to catch your breath and went back for a second kiss, then a third one.

You pulled back again and gazed into Valeria's dark eyes. She almost seemed drunk with her flushed cheeks and the way her eyelids hung low as if she was sleepy. But you knew better. "Is it true that you left Alejandro for me?" You asked. It wasn't the sexiest thing to say at this time, but the question burned inside you. Valeria never spoke about her romantic life before you. Even on the nights when you had a little too much to drink and felt a sudden spike of jealousy that made you ask, she never responded. You knew that if you didn't ask now, you'd be silent forever and the question would eat at you. You would gnaw on the chops of jealousy, licking your wounds for eternity. "Yes," she said in a husky, low voice. You kissed her again and moaned into her mouth; you were elated. The rumours were true! The satisfaction was so delicious and warm, you felt yourself glow from the inside like a firefly.

Valeria broke the kiss. "The day I met you...I'd never felt that way about anyone. I knew you'd be mine. You were made for me, Y/N." Her face moved close to yours, your lips almost touching. "Only for me," she whispered and your lips crashed. Your hands reached beneath Valeria's shirt and roamed across her back. You found that sensitive spot on her lower back that made her shiver and grazed that spot with your nails; she moaned. One of your hands continued roaming her back and swiftly unclipped Valeria's bra. "Did you feel like that too, Y/N? The day we met?" Valeria asked. You nodded. "It was like magic. You were so pretty..." You trailed off as Valeria removed her top along with her bra. She lowered her back so that it touched the bed and just lay underneath you, half-naked. Her nipples hardened as they were exposed to the chilly air of the cell, they looked beautiful and felt soft and warm when you touched them. "And?" Valeria whispered, enjoying how hypnotised you were by her chest. It was her favourite way of getting you quiet. "And...I was worried you wouldn't like me. You're intimidating, baby." Your voice was low as you continued touching her as you spoke.

Valeria bit her lip. "Am I intimidating now?" You shook your head with a smile. "No, you're so beautiful," you said and lowered your face close to her chest. Valeria held her breath. "I could just eat you," you mumbled and covered one of her nipples with your mouth, circling the soft bud with your tongue and lightly grazing it with your teeth. Valeria released a breathy exhale. You released her nipple and kissed the skin around it, warming up her chest with your breath and occasionally biting down hard enough to make her yelp underneath you. You circled her other nipple with your thumb. "You want to eat me?" Valeria asked so quietly that you almost didn't hear her. She sounded shy; you knew what she wanted. "More than anything," you said and trailed kisses down to her tummy.

You both fumbled with each other's clothes, you scattered everything to the ground and basked in your nakedness together. You lay on the bed and guided Valeria's hips so that she lowered her thighs around your head. It was pure, never-ending bliss. The two of you filled the room with your moans and gaps, making the metal bed squeak from the rhythm of your love. Valeria ground her sex on your mouth, one of her hands reaching down to move your mouth closer to her wetness as she sought her climax whilst the other reached back to pleasure your clit. Valeria's body glistened with her sweat, she was beautiful as she moved her body up and down, the soft parts of her body bounced ecstatically until she came and her body recoiled with pleasure. Valeria always came first, but you followed quickly after, moaning as Valeria's fingers penetrated your deepest core and sweetly hit your sensitive spot. With a muffled cry, you came on her fingers.

The two of you lay in the bed together for a long time after that, whispering in the darkness. "You should've seen the house, Y/N. It was in ruins. I thought you were gone for good...I don't know what I'd do without you." You kissed her shoulder lightly. "I'll always be with you, Valeria." She shook her head and sighed. "Fucking Alejandro. It's all his fault. I'd forgotten about him, you know. I forgot he even existed." Your mind wandered back to the moment he burst into your room. The rage in his eyes, the way he yelled as he grabbed you. "He's very scary. I can't picture the two of you together." Valeria chuckled bitterly. "It was complicated. But don't think about that now, it's time to rest." You looked at her anxiously. "What if they come in whilst we're asleep?" Valeria shook her head and tucked you in, pulling the blanket up to your chin so that you were nice and warm. "They won't, baby. Just go to bed."

You fell asleep almost instantly, the exhaustion finally caught up to you. Valeria's scent, warmth and steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep and you slept deeply knowing that you were safe in your wife's arms. Valeria stayed up and watched you for what felt like hours. She stared at your face, the way the faint glimmer of moonlight illuminated your skin and lashes. She watched your chest rise and fall. You were so trusting, so loyal. So devoted even as you hit rock bottom with Valeria, you could make the coldest jail cell glow with warmth. At that moment, Valeria really felt that she could be happy anywhere as long as you were next to her. She could sleep in the most narrow metal bed if it meant you'd be next to her. She kissed your forehead lightly before getting comfortable next to you, she did not dream of anything.

Note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! It's my first time writing smut but I think it worked out nicely and we finally reunited Valeria with her wife :D Although this could be read as the end, I'll write one more final part to tie up the plot because you best believe Valeria and her trophy wife ain't spending the rest of their life in prison!

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yellowjestertfs · 2 months

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The Billionaires secret

“Hi there. Find what what you were looking for?” I ask in my customary upbeat yet soul-dead customer service voice.

“I think so. Going to give this one a try.” She says handing me a copy of a book called The Billionaire’s Secret from the romance section. I can see why she picked it, on the cover a man in a suit lay on a bed with the buttons of his dress shirt undone showing off his impressive six-pack and strong hairless chest. Brownish red eyes smolder seductively outwards from a masculine face. High cheekbones, soft lips, and a wide square jaw adorned with black stubble that connects to a short-styled head of black hair.

“I’m Bridget by the way,” she says, obviously a bit embarrassed to see me eying up the cover. “Oh, and this is Dan.” She says gesturing at the man standing a few paces away, engrossed by some mobile game on his phone.

“Nice to meet you, Bridget.” I scan the book. “That will be $17,” I say.

She glances over at Dan, he doesn't seem to notice so she retrieves her credit card from her purse and taps it against the machine. “I don’t know why I expected him to offer.” She tells me in a conspiratorial whisper “He’s broke. I mean not that it matters to me, but it would just be nice to date a wealthy man or one who at least pays attention to me.”

Customers often confided in me. I wish I could say it is because of my open honest face or charismatic demeanor but it probably had more to do with a book I once ate about a bartender people told all their secrets to.

I look around. There are a few consumers browsing the book shelves and my manager is sitting at his desk in the back, no one close enough to notice. Bridget seems sweet, too sweet to be with a man like Dan. Poor girl just wants to escape with some fiction, so why not indulge her a little.

“Did you get a chance to check out our books on sale?” I ask Bridget diverting her attention away. She looks over at the shelf I pointed at giving me enough time to crack my knuckles, take a deep breath, and begin.

I place my hands over the cover of the book and it springs open, the pages start to turn themselves slow at first then speed up. Words start to flow from the book as the pages flip past. The letters lift from the page like a sticker being peeled, floating into the air to spin around me. They form a cyclone of black ink as the pages that flip by are left blank.

I feel the lines as they flow off the paper. The first line reads. “Kustav tower is 400 stories tall, rumor has it, it’s smaller than Dane Kustav’s dick.”

I directed the words towards Bridget’s boyfriend. The ink splashes into him, absorbing into his gray hoodie but leaving no mark. None except for the fact that his basketball shorts start to thrash like a wild animal is trapped inside. Dan didn't look up from his phone even as his dick doubled and then tripled in size to match the one described in the book Billionaires Secrets.

I tried to be sparing with my abilities. Fiction is great so long as it stays fiction, otherwise you have evil robots or sparkly vampires running around. Still, every once in a while my heroic urges will take over and I am called to help someone with my power to bring words to life. Bridget is one of those people.

More words flowed off the page. “Dane Kustav is well dressed at all times. One would be hard-pressed to ever see Dane not in a suit. If one did see him without a suit, it would be in the bedroom where they would be very, very hard pressed indeed.”

The words spin around me once then drift over to Dan again on an invisible wind. This time his clothes were affected by the words. His grey hoodie which he wore with the hood up, melted off his body, the threads unwinding then rebinding themselves into a far higher quality dress shirt and black jacket complete with a blue tie. His shorts became black dress pants and his sneakers a pair of brown loafers. The outline of his much larger dick was clear in his new tighter pants. A few seconds passed with no changes then, slowly his tie undid itself and each of the buttons on his dress shirt opened so that he was sporting a matching look to that of the man on the cover of the book. Unlike the cover, however, Dan lacked the chiseled face or body to pull off the open shirt. His slight gut and saggy, hairy chest made the outfit look awkward rather than sexy.

Bridget looked up from the sale rack and glanced at her half-nude boyfriend with a chagrined glance. In her mind, he was always dressed in the finest clothes even if he still acted like a man-child.

“Dane Kustav towered over everyone be that in stature or in business.”

I directed the words into him. Dan shot upwards, his modest 5’10” frame becoming a proud 6’3”, clothes growing to match. And though it wasn’t visible Dan’s head was also filled with business smarts he had lacked before. The game on his phone shifted from Fruit Ninja to Hey Day.

The pages continue to flip, their words leaving the page to float in the air under my command.

“Dane Kustav's muscles were like that of a brass statue, smooth, hard, and golden. Each curve could only have been sculpted by the hands of an artist for nature could never make anybody so perfect.”

I look over at Dan’s soft pudgy body. Not the words I would use to describe him, at least not yet. I float the sentence to him.

Instantly Dan’s belly flattens. One by one his abs pop into being as if pushed out from the inside like one of those pop-it toys. His man boobs visibly transmute from fat to muscle, perking up and then growing into a strong chest like that of the man on the cover of the book. Inside the sleeves of his dress shirt, his arms thicken into a pair of round vascular biceps while his legs below do the same. A tan, like oil spreading over water seeps across his body until his exposed muscles really looked like sculpture bronze turned to life. The few hairs that had looked sloppy before now lent his body a rugged masculinity.

Bridget looks at her boyfriend with a new lust. Her hands start to roam his abs and chest but Dan, still on his phone, only bats them away.

Man-child indeed, a man in the body, a child in the face and the personality. I divert my attention back to the flipping pages looking for words I could use to fix that. The book is reaching the end, and the main character, assistant to the billionaire, has finally seduced her boss in a very steamy scene. High-class writing it is not, but at least it gives me plenty to work with.

“I ran my hand down his sharp square jaw.”

I throw the words at him. The shape of his face shifts to be more masculine.

“He looked at me through squinted sexy amber eyes.”

His eyes shift from a pale blue to an amber so rich it almost looked red. He finally looks up from his phone and deep into Bridget's eyes. She returns the stare with a smile.

“He brought my hand up to his cheek, I felt each bristle of his short sharp stubble.”

Dan moves Bridget's fingers up to his face which is now covered in a sexy two days' worth of growth.

“Then he kissed me with his soft sensual lips hard enough to make me weak in the knees.”

The words flow off the page and into him. His lips grow pillowy and pink and interlocked with Bridget’s. He wraps his muscular arms around her, keeping her steady as she collapses into him.

“I warp my fingers into his jet-black quaffed hair as I prepare for him to take me.”

His hair gains a stylish cut and is dark as pitch, body hair and stubble do the same. Bridget greedily runs her hand through his new dark dew.

“He smelled like sports deodorant, woody cologne, and sex. I wanted nothing more than this man to take me.”

The bookstore fills with his scent. I am surprised to find myself turned on by the whole thing. I have reached the end of the book, the final page.

“It was then that I learned the billionaire's secret.”

This was the good stuff. I leech the words off the page and send them to Dan, or rather now, Dane.

“His secret wasn’t that he was hot, or rich, or could make any girl swoon.”

Their kiss intensifies. Dane started to undo Bridget's blouse.

“No, the billionaire's secret was.”

Suddenly Dane pulls away.

“The billionaire was gay.”

“Sorry Bridget,” Dane says taking a few steps back and looking at her with sudden realization. “I don’t think I can do this.”

His eyes wander over to lock onto mine, rich amber orbs seeming to really take me in. He winks. “You thought, I think that could work. What are you doing after this?” He asks smoothly “Want to go get coffee in Paris on my jet? My treat.”

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crueisummer · 10 months

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𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: Kika and Pierre invite you to their engagement party where you meet her and Pierre’s friends from F1, specifically, a certain handsome Monegasque driver.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Hello everyone! Please be patient as this will be my first fanfic/au. Anyway, this would be part of a series, and each song from the playlist above would be the title of a chapter. I still don't know what to call the series, so if you have any suggestions, please send them my way. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy the story! ✧･ﾟ:૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა✧･ﾟ:

chapter warnings: a lot of swearing.

word count: 1.7k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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Your car pulled up in front of the restaurant’s door. Your security guard got out of the shotgun seat and opened your car door. Everyone started to go crazy when they saw you. The lights of the paparazzi’s camera flicking every millisecond, trying to get a photo of every move you make. There’s security on your left and right, protecting you.

The door to the restaurant opened and there was a receptionist holding a clipboard.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." You smile as you look at her. Their eyes widen and mouth gaped before gesturing for you to go follow the usher. You took an elevator and got off on the rooftop. You walked in and looked around, amazed at the beauty of the place. There were a lot of tables and booths, some afloat on water. There's a lot of people and caterers walking around with food and drinks.

Everyone is dressed in semi-formal attire which made you sigh in relief for your outfit. You are wearing a sparkly sleeveless jumpsuit that showed off your curves and just a bit of your skin.

As you made your way into the party, there were a lot of familiar faces. Celebrities, actors, athletes. You saw Kika and Pierre in a booth in the middle.

"Show me the ring!" You scream as soon as you see your best friend. She turns around and laughs at you.

"Well, hello to you too!" She giggles as the two of you hug. You pull away quickly to see her left hand. A big diamond rock sitting on her ring finger.

"Wow. You sure have taste, Gasly, I'll give you that." You smirked at Pierre and hugged him too.

"Congratulations, you guys! So, am I a bridesmaid?" You joke at Kika, fluttering your eyelashes. You have been best friends for 3 years now, having met at a Louis Vuitton fashion show during Paris Fashion Week. Since then, you and Kika were inseparable. You both understood and supported each other.

"Cut the crap. You know you're maid of honor." She says smirking.

"Oh my god! I love you so much!" You scream and wrap your arms around her. You’ve never been a maid of honor and somewhere in the back of your mind, a memory clicked. You remembered that you and Kika promised to be each other’s maid of honor.

The couple laughs at your reaction and Kika tells you she’ll set up a meeting soon about the wedding, she’s going to be needing help. You nod right away. The grooms are always no help when planning a wedding. Just then, a guy comes up from behind you and greets them.

"Speaking of, here's the best man!" Pierre walks closer to him and does that guy hug thing. The mysterious man was slightly taller than Pierre and was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt and some khaki shorts. He looked good.

"Charles!” Kika greeted. Charl? Is he French? It's the French that don't pronounce the "s" at the end of their names, right?

He kisses Kika's cheeks while he and Pierre talk a bit in French and laugh. You didn't realize you were staring until Kika introduced you to him.

"Y/N, this is Charles, he'll be Pierre's best man." Kika says and you turn to face him. He kind of has a boyish face but his piercing green eyes and stubble that ran from chin to jaw makes him look mature. He looked gorgeous.

"Hi, I’m Charles." He says while extending his hand. He looks into your eyes while talking to you and you almost melted. You shyly look at your hands and look back again at his eyes, to see that he didn’t remove his gaze. Those eyes. How wonderful it would be to get lost in them.

"I’m Y/N." You smile shyly. You were getting shy. You never get shy. You always had the upper hand and was very confident in yourself when meeting new people. But somehow, someway, you can’t say anything.

You take his hand and shake it. You felt like you were drugged when your hands met. It put you on a high, one you want to be in for the rest of your life.

“So happy to finally meet you. You know, they always talk about you and sing your songs, especially Pierre.” Charles says, to make small talk and show that he is friendly and approachable.

“Oh, does he know? He always says my songs are cheesy.” You say while smirking at Pierre, Kika laughing her ass off. “Although I do have a video of him dancing to You Belong With Me.”

Kika’s eyes widen immediately, and the couple looks at each other. Pierre’s face is red from embarrassment. He exclaims, “You told me you didn’t send her the video!”

While the two bickered, you didn’t notice Charles was now standing closer to you. “You know, I would love to have a copy of that video,” He whispers. He was so close that you could smell his perfume.

Before you could reply, Kika is shoo-ing the guys. “Anyway, me and Y/N are gonna do some girl talk now.”

“Look for me later if you want the video.” You whisper to Charles, and he smirks before leaving with Pierre. Charles turns around and winks at you. It caught you off guard, but you smiled. When he looks away and turns back around, you look at Kika and see she was on her phone. Oh my god. The greatest thing that has ever happened to you and your best friend was on her fucking phone.

Kika looks up on her phone and was about to talk to you when she gets dragged into another booth. She looks at you and mouths, “Later.” But you wave her off, you know you can’t hog the host of the party.

You roamed around the party talking to everyone but Charles. You caught up with Kika’s friends; some you met before, some you haven’t. You got along with the other bridesmaids which erased the worry from the back of your mind that you might not get along.

One group of girls were calling themselves “WAGS” and laughing. It seemed like an inside joke, so you whispered to Kika, “What the fuck is a WAG?” and she laughs.

“Wives and girlfriends of professional athletes.” Your face scrunched up in disgust and she nodded her head. “I know, right?”

Good thing Kika was there to tell you that the girls who were calling themselves WAGS are in a relationship with F1 drivers. Kelly and Max, Carmen and George, Heidi and Daniel, Sara and Lance, Lily and Alex, Louise and Kevin, and Egle and Nico.

Some of Pierre’s single friends did try to hit on you, though. But you brushed them off and established being friends with them when they tried to ask you out.

While talking to everyone, you forgot to count how many shots and drinks you’ve been taking. You realized that you were drunk when as you were going to the bathroom, you didn’t take time to adjust to the dimmed lighting and you missed a step and almost fell. Thankfully, a pair of arms came out of nowhere and caught you.

“Est-ce que ça va, mon amour?" Are you okay, love? Charles. You talked to everyone in this party, and this voice you only heard for five minutes but instantly recognize it. He picks you up and you both try to steady yourself.

“Oui, merci.” Yes, thank you. Based on the context of you falling, you assumed that he asked if you were alright. You giggled as you tried your hardest to copy his accent, even though you were flat out drunk.

You lost your balance again and Charles gently set you down to sit on one of the steps. One of his hands going to the small of your back, careful not to hit your back.

Once you were settled, he squats in front of you, a shocked look on his face. He asks, “Tu parles français?" You speak French?

With the dimmed lighting and how close your faces are, you can see just how perfect his face is. He looks like a god.

“What?” You gave up. Your knowledge of the French language only limited to “yes”, “thank you” and “I love you.”

“You understand?” His Monegasque French accent lingering when he talks in English. His grammar is fucking adorable.

“No, I just know a few phrases from travelling to France.” You smile sheepishly. Leaning your head on the wall, “Is it good, though?”

“Yes, yes. Your accent almost fooled me.” He smiles at you. Your stomach is feeling crazy. Is this what it feels like when they say they “have butterflies in their stomach?” Because this feels like a fucking zoo.

“So, I haven’t seen you all night. Have you been ignoring me?” He asks you. You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if it’s a genuine question.

“Hmmm, maybe?” You took a chance and flirted with him. Pretending like you were ignoring his eyes and then looking at him and laughing.

“Why? What did I do?” He pouts. I think he knows that he’s beautiful. Otherwise, he would not have any confidence in pouting in front of a girl, right?

“Hmm, didn’t I tell you to look for me? And not the other way around?” You reminded him.

“Ahh, yes. My apologies, cheri.” He apologizes. His metallic rings startling your warm skin as he takes your right hand and kisses it. You were shocked, eyes wide.

“Can you forgive me, mon amour?” He takes your left hand and kisses it too. With his puppy eyes, he leans closer, still holding both of your hands near his lips.

“I- I-” He looked so gorgeous; you couldn’t say anything. He caught you off guard and your tongue couldn’t form any word. Your brain having a hard time comprehending what was happening.

You nodded your head and he smiled at you. You knew that he was thinking that he had the upper hand, but right now, while he is holding your hands and his face so close to yours, you didn’t mind.

"Apology accepted, mon amour." You try to copy him. His eyes shine when he hears you talk in his mother tongue.

"I have to ask, do you really want Pierre's video, or do you just want my number?" You smirk at him. You try to catch him off guard but he chuckles and smirks back at you.

"Can't a man have both?"

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gay-jesus-probably · 11 months

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Seeing as the Gerudo turned on Ganon, he might not have been that much better of a ruler.

First of all, we literally have no idea, because the only ancient Gerudo that we actually get to interact with is Ganondorf himself, and he has nothing to say about his own people. The ancient Gerudo sage doesn't count btw, she doesn't have a name, we never even see her face, and she has literally nothing to say except repeating the exact same dialogue as the sages for the other races. The narrative does not treat the ancient sages as people; they are four completely interchangable weapons that are owned by the royal family.

And secondly, I don't care how Ganon ruled them; the Gerudo only get one man every century, if their king sucks, they've obviously got their own system of government to fall back on. I have no idea what kind of authority the sages had among their own people, but honestly I'd say if the four of them were in charge of their respective people, then they were just puppet rulers appointed by Rauru, given that all four of them happily agreed that to sell their entire race into servitude the second Zelda asked them. Say what you will about Ganondorf, but I fucking know that if he was told the Gerudo people existed for the sole purpose of serving the glory of Hyrule, he'd drop kick Zelda into the fucking sun.

And don't get me started on the implications of the cultural differences we see between the independent Gerudo and the annexed Gerudo. The background Gerudo characters all have their own models, and we can clearly see that the ones siding with Ganon have their own unique looks - for example, the amazing lady with the mohawk that summons the molduga swarm in that one flashback. And men are never mentioned in these flashbacks at all, which implies that the Gerudo genuinely didn't care about settling down. Ganon even speaks derisively about marriage, implying that it's very rare for Gerudo women to make serious romantic commitments with men. It implies that their culture is more along the same line as their portrayal in OOT - they are a closed culture. Men trying to force their way into their areas are arrested, and mocked for being entitled dumbasses. Outsiders are only welcome if they can prove that they respect the Gerudo as people, and aren't just there to try and pick up chicks. It's never outright said, but OOT also makes it pretty clear that the Gerudo women just aren't interested in marrying outsiders - close relationships occur with other Gerudo, Hylian men are only considered useful for making babies.

Meanwhile the Gerudo we see serving Hyrule are all trying to measure up to Hylian beauty standards, and appeal to their men. Their one goal in life is to meet a man and get married. Men are welcome in their lands, and only kept out of the town itself... and even then, there's a small army of guys trying to force their way into the town anyways, which is brushed off as just haha, boys will be boys. No men allowed isn't even about independence, it's just a silly romantic tradition.

Of course this is just a fictional culture in a game world, but it's still really fucking uncomfortable that the 'evil' Gerudo are the ones that have independence, both politically and socially, and display a unique culture that refuses to tolerate disrespect from outsiders. Meanwhile the 'good' Gerudo are the ones that canonically exist to serve a kingdom where 95% of the population is light skinned (even setting aside the unfortunate implications, just saying one race exists to serve a different one is super fucked up), they have classes on how to be more appealing to Hylian's, and their entire social structure is built around finding a Hylian man to marry, making them all inherently dependent on the goodwill of outsiders. Even their biggest value of 'women only' is treated as a joke; men trying to trespass in BOTW are just shoved back out the door, letting them keep trying all day if they want. The crowds of men plotting to force their way in are laughed off as a joke. Nobody cares that there's a guy running laps around their city walls and trying to trick women into being alone with him. I mean for fucks sake, in TOTK we find that the creepy guy trying to lure women away has taken advantage of a massive disaster to get into the town, and he's still there once things return to normal. You can't kick him out, or alert anyone to his presence. And the Gerudo just tolerate Hylians blatantly ignoring their boundaries. For fucks sake, TOTK even reveals that the seven legendary heroines they've been revering the whole time were actually completely useless and unable to achieve anything... because they needed the eighth hero, a Hylian man to teach them basic tactics and do all the heavy lifting.

TOTK does not respect the Gerudo people in the slightest. It doesn't respect anyone who isn't Hylian or Zonai.

...This got a little off track, but the point I'm trying to make is, no, I don't consider the Gerudo turning on Ganon to mean anything. The entire game does not feel like the real story of what happened, it feels like the propaganda version of history meant to make Hyrule look as good as possible. I genuinely cannot believe that we're being told the real story about the Imprisoning War, because none of it feels real, and we don't get to know any details that might have made Hyrule look even slightly imperfect. We're told that Ganondorf is evil because he hates Hyrule, and he hates Hyrule because he's evil. The Gerudo people followed Ganondorf and saw him as a hero of their people, then suddenly he was their worst enemy. Hyrule is a perfect kingdom that has strong, equal alliances with the other races, but also all of the non-Hylian races exist for the sole purpose of serving Hyrule, and their leaders are expected to swear eternal loyalty and submission to the Hylian royal family. King Rauru and Queen Sonia united all of the races in peace and equality, which is why they're sitting on the world's supply of magical nuclear missiles, and every member of the Hylian royal family is allowed to walk around wearing them as cute accessories, but everyone else only gets them at the last second, and they all need to outright swear to only use that power to benefit Rauru and his descendants.

There's just so many fucked up contradictions, and so many hints of something more nuanced going on... but the story refuses to acknowledge any of it, and just keeps aggressively pushing the narrative that Hyrule is the ultimate good and couldn't possibly do anything wrong. I don't even believe that Ganon was a bad king honestly; we never hear why his people stopped following him. We also never even see if the Gerudo people turned on him at all; all we know is the ancient Gerudo sage wanted him dead, and given that she also happily sold her people into slavery, she's not exactly the most trustworthy source of information. All we know is that Ganondorf was a hero to his people, only one of his citizens is ever shown having an issue with him (and her motives are never explained), and then he lost the war and was sealed away, leaving his people open to be conquered by Zelda and annexed into Hyrule. By the time we see any Gerudo actually opposing Ganon (apart from the ancient sage), it's been ten thousand years since the war, and all anyone knows is the Hylian version of the story.

#tears of the kingdom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #the secret bonus reason for me arguing about this so much is that it's interesting #on a surface reading TOTK is a really boring story. nothing changes nobody learns anything there's no nuance #the game explains the entire story to us in the opening cutscene. idk why they bothered with the rest of the game #you could walk down those stairs in the intro and kill ganon immediately and it'd be pretty much the exact same story #if i take the game at face value then there's literally nothing to talk about. i just straight up do not care.#but analyzing all the fucked up implications nintendo accidentally included? now thats a story to talk about #i dont think ganondorf is secretly a really nice guy. i think he's more interesting if he's actually a complete bastard #but he's a complete bastard that has a point and if the game wont acknowledge that then i will #sure the people he's fighting against seem nice. but they're not actually good people #i mean ffs zelda certainly doesnt seem concerned that she last saw link taking a fatal blow for her then jumping into a bottomless pit #she doesn't even consider that he might be dead. or just unable/unwilling to fight after being horrifically wounded #at least BOTW had the decency to ask Link if he was willing to risk his life to fight ganon

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First Meeting - Part Six

((part five here))

Thomas Hewitt/GN!Reader

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You've run away from home, hitchhiking around Texas as you come up with your next plan, only to find that life has plans of its own when a simple ride with a group of friends lands you at a lone gas station in Travis County, drawn to a mysterious man most seem to avoid.

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There isn't much left to do, considering you got most of the prep done earlier in the day, so the only real thing left to do is cook the meat and make the broth.

She takes the lead, putting the meat on to cook and having you grind it down and stir it as she adds several seasonings and the onions to the much too large pot.

It's obvious she's comfortable in the kitchen, confident in her choices with no second guesses, each ingredient she adds done with a precision and assuredness that tells you she's spent most of her life in the kitchen.

She cooks the meat down to a simmer before she begins to add in the broth, carefully working the stew together as you lean on the counter next to the big bowl of vegetables you previously cut.

"...Where'd you learn this recipe?" You ask, watching her work and waiting for your next task to be given.

"My grandmama taught me long time ago, when I was much younger than you." She explains, stirring the broth as she gestures for the bowl of vegetables, "She taught me most of everythin' I know."

You hand her the bowl, "Sounds like a nice lady."

"She was." Luda Mae sighs, adding the vegetables into the pot, "Grab me the cornstartch from that cabinet there."

You go to the cabinet she points to and grab the cornstarch, handing it to her. She drops some in a bowl, adding a bit of water to it, mixing it until it's thick.

"...My Mama never taught me much of anything." You confess, though you're not entirely sure why, "I never knew my grandmama either..."

"My Mama didn't teach me nothin' either." Luda Mae shakes her head, adding a bit of the slurry to the pot, "Didn't care much to."

"I'm guessing she wasn't as nice as your grandmama?"

"She was meaner than a junkyard dog, ran off one day when I was a teenager and I never saw her again. My grandmama always told me she drowned, but I was never too sure if that was literal or not."

"What do you mean?"

Luda Mae sighs again, stirring the large pot, "I can't remember a time she loved her children more than her liqour. She was sooner to have a bottle of whiskey in hand than touch a bottle of milk."

You cross your arms, eyes focused on the pot, "...I can understand what that's like."

You don't say much else after that, idly standing by and helping when she needed it, watching her work and making small comments every now and again.

It doesn't take long for the sound of a car pulling in the driveway to drive you upstairs, back in the solitude of the barren bedroom.

You can hear Hoyt come in hollering for help with carrying the groceries in, the previously quiet house now filled with noise and life.

You sit on the floor again, sighing in relief at the feeling of clean clothes on clean skin, your hair still damp from your shower earlier.

There wasn't a feeling quite like it, and you forgot how amazing it was after going almost two months with one or two half washes in lakes and creeks.

You stand up after a moment, brushing off your legs and shorts, before pulling the covers back on the bed. You cringe, seeing the dirt and grime you left the previous night, not wanting to sleep in it now that you were finally clean. You look around for a moment, spotting the extra blanket Thomas had left on the dresser.

You pull the blanket off completely now, tossing it to the bedroom door, letting it pile against the floor. You grab the fresh blanket, hesitating when you see how dirty the sheets still were.

You hang the blanket on the bedframe, deciding to search the closet to see if Thomas had any extra sheets in his closet.

It wasn't a big closet by any means, with a few clean, never before stained clothes hanging up. You spot the clean, light blue sheets on the top shelf, just barely out of reach.

You stand on your toes, reaching as high as you can, grabbing the edge and pulling. The sheets come tumbling down, knocking against the clothes as you barely catch them.

You hesitate, wondering if you made too much noise, but quickly realize Hoyt was being much too loud below you to notice any noise you made.

You shut the closet door, setting the now messily folded sheets on the dresser before pulling the old ones off the bed. You set them beside the bedroom door with the blanket, opting just to flip your pillowcase inside out since you didn't find any of those.

You spend way too long trying to make the bed, each corner of the fitted sheet fighting against you as you try not to let the bedframe bang against any of the walls.

You drop on the bed when you finish, groaning into the pillow out of pure frustration. Sure, being homeless you could handle, but making a bed? That was apparently out of your skill set.

After a few moments of self pity, you shut off the main light in favor of the floor lamp beside the bed, crawling under the covers and curling into your corner of the bed, continuing to read your book.

It's a couple hours before Thomas comes up, the sun just starting to set as he makes his way in.

You look up from your book, seeing he's already taken the liberty to change into his pajamas.

"Hi." You watch as he sits on the bed, taking notice of the new sheets, "I hope you don't mind, I found them in the closet."

He shakes his head, rubbing his hand over the cotton fabric before climbing under the covers nexts to you.

He looks over, seeing you have the same, old book sitting open in your lap, your hand resting on one of the pages to hold your place.

He reaches over, tapping against the side with a questioning look.

"My book?" You ask, blinking a couple of times before closing it and handing it over to him, "Go ahead, I've read it a million times."

He hesitates, carefully looking over the faded cover, running his calloused fingers over the worn spine in such a gentle manner you'd think he was handling something meaningful.

You rest your head on your knees, watching as he nervously opens the book with the same cautiousness one might treat a wild animal.

His eyebrows furrow as starts to read, finger slowly running under each word slowly and carefully, and you can see the confusion in his brown eyes as he struggles.

You watch him try and reread the same sentence three times before reaching a hand out, gently resting on his wrist, "...Are you having trouble reading?"

He sighs, setting the book down with a shameful nod, too embarrassed to meet your gaze.

"Hey, that's okay. A lot of people can't read all that well, no worries," You carefully pull the book from his grasp, moving closer to his side, "Here, I'll read it to you."

He's caught off guard by your sudden offer, but makes no move to stop you.

You open the book, setting it down so half rests on his leg and the other on yours, your finger tracing under the words as you begin to read.

His eyes follow along carefully, sometimes stopping you to tap at a word when he doesn't know it's meaning, your voice calming as he listens carefully.

By the end of the first chapter, he's relaxed against your side, head resting on your shoulder as you read each word carefully, doing your best to bring the story to life.

You're not sure how long the two of you stay awake, reading the book with the company of the crickets and the moonlight, but the silence of the first floor slowly creeping through the floorboards tells you everyone has gone to bed, and the height of the moon warns you the late hours will soon become early.

You fail to hold back another yawn, blinking wearily as you continue reading, the words beginning to blend together on the worn pages.

You don't particulary remember falling asleep, but the next thing you're consiously aware of is the soft light of the rising sun peaking through the window.

You can feel the bed shift as you groan, curling in on yourself and burying yourself deeper into the warmth of the bed, not ready to face the world quite yet.

You feel yourself begin to drift this time, your mind swirling with the chaotic nonsense of a half-asleep brain trying to dream.

The images dart around, blurry and fast as you try to balance yourself in an unreal situation.

It's dizzying, the heat of your lungs burning a hole through your chest, choking on the air you needed to breathe.

The humidity cages you in, the space around you closing in, your own skin too tight against your body as all too familiar, blood curdling screams swallow any sense of sanity you're supposed to have.

“No, no, please, let us go!”

“God, why me? Why us, God, why–”

“Please, please, let me go, please-”

The bed is hot when you wake, choking on your own air as you sit up, covering your mouth to quiet your coughs.

Your eyes are wide as you stare ahead, keeping your mouth covered through the deep breaths you're taking.

A buzz rests deep in your bones, your mind vibrating with a dissociative tune, and it takes you a few minutes to remember you're actually real.

You let out a shaky sigh, rubbing your face as you regain control of yourself, the nightmare already mostly forgotten as your mind continues waking up.

The sun rests high in the sky, beating down on you through the dusty glass of the window, letting the feeling of the suffocating heat sting your skin.

You take another deep breath, finally registering the sound of voices carrying through the house as you let your head hang in your hands.

The faint smell of an already cooked breakfast tells you it's still morning, but the height of the sun gives way that it's later, perhaps almost noon.

You crawl to the edge of the bed, taking a seat as the hazy fog in your mind begins to clear.

Hoyt's voice still carries through the house, telling you that you'd be stuck in the bedroom for a while longer.

It's strange, hiding from a man in his own home, but Thomas keeps you hidden from him for a reason, and that's enough to keep your footsteps quiet as you stand to make the bed, the shake in your limbs slowly fading away as the panic subsides.

You're not sure if it's the remanents of the forgotten nightmare or the anxiety of being almost trapped in this home, but you can't seem to stop your mind from running wild as you pull the blanket back.

What happens when Hoyt finds out?

That question leads nothing but more anxiety and contemplation, making your head spin.

How long do you plan to stay here? How long do they plan to let you? How long do you have before you're thrown back out to the streets with nothing more than a bag of dirty clothes and an old book to your name?

Your head begins pounding with the migraine you're giving yourself as you pull the sheet taunt against the bed you've slept in for the last two nights.

You swallow, mind drifting back to the first night you stayed here.

"S-T-A-Y."

The memory of Thomas' words tingle against your palm, and it presents you with a new question.

Would they ever let you leave?

#first meeting #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x s/o #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x s/o

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| Glimpses of Reality | Chapter 2

Stilgar Ben Fifrawi x OC Fem

Wc: 1834

Paul Atreides was startled a little bit when he heard a familiar voice enter the training room in which he was right now.

“I thought you were going to Arrakis with Duncan” Mileena mentioned as she looked at the room and realized the strong smell of sweat in there “He didn’t want me to go with him, I even told him about a dream I had about this visit to Arrakis and ending with his dead” He replied to her as he kept cleaning the swords used while training with Gurney “Probably though it was a silly dream. You made good by telling him about it. It was up to him to decide what to do next” She sighed at the end and inspected the arms held on display in the walls

“Don't worry, Paul. In a blink, we would be in Arrakis, and you will be reunited with your great love, Duncan '' She added with a smile on her face trying to enlighten the mood of her friend as she knows how much he appreciates him. Mileena always found it funny how Paul would try to follow Duncan everywhere, even as kids he would be the same. “I'm not in the mood for silly jokes, Mileena. You better than anyone should comprehend how these dreams or visions, whatever they are, affect” The future duke responded as he went to stand next to her and accommodate the swords he was cleaning on their respective place “I'm sorry, Paul. You seriously do not need to worry about him. He's a great warrior. Dreams are only dreams. We can make assumptions about them and we would never know if we are crossing the line of reality or fiction until the exact situation happens” She looked him in the eyes and noticed the lost look in them. “We need to focus on the real dangers we are facing. Do you not suspect anything about the Harkonnens and their passive response at the house Atreides taking over Arrakis?”

He nodded as he listened to her question “Gurney was telling me about them. They are wicked. I am not sure what they are planning but the Emperor asked us to go to Arrakis so he is on our side”

“Try not to be too confident about that, Paul. You could never know the real intentions behind a political move” Mileena commented as they moved to the door to leave the room “You sound like one of those old men advising my father. Maybe you should be the future Duke, or may I say, duchess' ' They both laugh at the boy’s reply “The Bene Gesserit would have my head for that' ' The girl commented as they made their way to have dinner.

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Mileena was in her bed reading a book about the Fremen. She admired their way of adapting to the environment they lived in, not only physically, but psychologically. The girl knew about the resistance from them to the Emperor as every man ruling Arrakis only saw the place as a gold mine to be exploited. She wished them the best for their stay at Arrakis. Some gut feeling told her it was not going to be a long one.

When she was about to close her eyes, someone entered her room. It was Jessica. “Did anything happen? Are you fine?” The girl questioned as she saw the nervous look Jessica “The Reverend's mother is here and she wishes to see you” Mileena could not help to freeze for a minute at the mention of the Reverend's mother in the Atreides palace “Get ready quickly. She is going to talk with Paul first and then with you” The older Benne Gessarit commented as she left her room to wake up her son.

The girl was intrigued by the sudden interest of the Reverend's mother to talk with her. The last time they had a meeting was when she was 15 years old and Mileena found the courage to ask her about her mother and the frequent dreams she had about Arrakis. She didn't mention the man in her dreams as something told her it would bother the Bene Gesserit. The Reverend's mother told her that her mother was no useful individual in her growing up. She was no Bene Gesserit. She could not teach her in The Way. Mileena wanted to argue that idea and mention that every child needs its mother, but she knew better, so she did not question any further.

She was waiting in the hall when she saw Paul leaving the room and Jessica Atreides sighed with her head to indicate that it was her time to go inside. Mileena went inside and court to the Reverend Mother “Come” The older Bene Gesserit used the voice on her and her body and mind followed the instruction. “You have grown, what are you eighteen? Nineteen? Save me the unnecessary questions, young girl” Mileena nodded and responded in a nervous tone “I am eighteen, Reverend Mother. This is my last year of training to become part of the Bene Gesserit” The older woman nodded at her statement “That is correct and that is the reason I asked to meet you tonight. Your training with Jessica is soon to be finished. You would become one of us and you will accomplish your duties”

The woman continued examining her “Jessica Atreides was supposed to have a girl who would, in the future, give birth to the daughter of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen” Mileena was shocked at the revelation made to her “I did not know any about that. Jessica never told me” This was something very usual from Jessica Atreides. She would never share personal information with Mileena. “Of course she wouldn't, she was busy raising her son into our teaching method. She believes he is the Kwisatz Haderach. However, I am not here to talk about Jessica and her delusions. As I mentioned, she was supposed to have a girl who would fulfill the duty of breeding a daughter of Feyd-Rautha”

The girl did not like where this conversation was leading. The Reverend Mother continued talking “She didn't have a daughter and now we need someone to fulfill the duty of this absence” Mileena knew what the Reverend Mother was about to ask her, correction, demand her “You will marry Feyd-Rautha and bear a daughter from him. You are going to stay a few weeks in Arrakis until we arrange your arrival to Giedi Prime” The girl was about to protest when the older Bene Gesserit used the voice on her once again “Leave the room”

When she was outside, she could not believe what had just happened. She was furious. She went to her room and started crying as much as she could. She would never find peace under the hands of the Bene Gesserit.

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The next day they were leaving for Arrakis. Mileena tried to ask Jessica if she knew anything about what the future held for her, but she already knew the answer. She knew everything was planned from the beginning. That is why Jessica Atreides could not refuse to train her as she was in no position to decline because she decided to have a son. The only thing Mileena could do was to enjoy her last days with the people she had grown around.

“What's gotten into your mind? You look defeated” Paul asked her as she noticed the change in her behavior since the meeting with the Reverend Mother “Nothing to worry about. I just want to finally land in Arrakis. I don't like flying” The boy nodded “We will land in a few minutes” and they did. As soon as they went outside of the ship, Mileena noticed the influence of the Bene Gesserit in the people of Arrakis as they were chanting for Paul Atreides as they were told to believe he was the mesias.

As the first days of their first week in Arrakis passed, the Duke’s heir was almost killed. The girl believed it was someone from inside who tried to do that but quickly forgot that as Paul told her they were going to have a meeting with the Fremen leader whom Duncan had met during his mission. She knew how important this was, if house Atreides were on good terms with the Fremen, it was possible they would have a good future in Arrakis.

These days she noticed she stopped having those dreams about Arrakis and the mysterious dream. She thought if she ever stopped having those dreams she would feel like a charge had been taken away from her, but it was the contrary, Mileena missed the caressing and small moments of peace she would feel in her dreams. Her mind keeps wandering about that as she walks through the halls of their new home.

This day was the one arranged for the meeting with Liet-Kynes to check the production equipment left by the Harkonnens. It was obvious they were trying to sabotage House Atreides. Right now the Duke was in a meeting with the Fremen leader. She wishes to meet him and ask him about their people. However, she knew he would probably show disgust for house Atreides and would never answer her questions. However, this might change depending on the outcome of the meeting between him and the Duke.

She kept walking with an absent-minded mind trying to avoid thinking as every worry about her future would fill her head and she would rather avoid that. She was looking at her feet while doing so until she jumped into someone. “I apologize I was not looking where I was going,” She said as she noticed who was the person she had bumped into.

She immediately recognized the clothes as the traditional Fremen vestment; she figured he was the Fremen's leader of the meeting. He mumbled something in another language before he responded “No need to worry. Watch your steps, young lady” He said to her as he moved past and continued his way to leave the place “Wait a minute. You are the Fremen leader, right? Duncan told us about you. I am Mileena, Mileena Almad” she offered her hand to him to shake them “Yes, I am. My name is Stilgar. We have just finished the meeting, your Duke seems to have good intentions”

He took her hand in hers and shook it. As soon as he accepted her salute, Mileena felt a warm feeling of comfort go through her body. She immediately recognized them as the ones she used to feel in her dreams when the mysterious man would caress her. The girl stood frozen in her place and could not say a word. She missed that feeling “I need to leave. I am needed somewhere else. Take care of yourself, Mileena” She watched him go and she was fighting the urge to follow him. She found peace in her mind for less than a second and it was still enough for her.

there are probably many mistakes but I just want to post this chapter and go to sleep, chauuu los tkm💋🧟

#dune #stilgar x reader

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probablysimpledreams · 10 months

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Darling, Am I Good Enough?

(Shanks x reader)

a/n: WOOO finally got a fic up! I've been thinking about this all day at work loll this is inspired by the fact I've been kinda insecure lately and I deserve some fictional man love after working through it! So just as it sounds, this is some Shanks fluff<3

cw: none aside from like....depressive thoughts, oh a tad suggestive towards the end but otherwise sfw (nsfw is to come though hehe)

word count: 887

Being in love with Shanks was easy. It felt right. Your heart fluttered every time you were with him. His charm, strength, and presence alone was enough to have you completely head over heels for the man.

And for those same reasons it was so easy to love him, it was so hard to be his lover. You knew he loved you, that you were his one and only. Despite this, insecurities lingered deep in your mind. You couldn't help but feel dull next to the shiny red haired man. He was an emperor of the sea, someone who knew the former Pirate King personally, known across the seas for his power and charm, the list goes on. What did he want with you?

Usually these painful thoughts were easy to drown out as Shanks was smothering you in affection. His sweet praise was enough to silence any questions of his love and desire for you.

However, in this moment, all those thoughts came flooding in. You wore a slight frown as you mindlessly swirled your glass in a circle. You were still seated at the table where the entire Red Haired Pirates crew were eating hours before. The room next door over is full of laughs, glasses clinking, and your boyfriend's voice. Even though you are not actively listening, you know he is in the restaurant's bar with a huge smile, recounting his numerous adventures. Maybe you were just weighing him down, maybe he didn't need you. I mean he could have anyone and anything he wanted. What were you still doing here.....

"Hey beautiful," a voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You lift your head to see Shanks smiling down at you. "This seat taken?" He points to the chair next to you, that he was seated in during dinner. A small small forms on your lips as he takes the seat, ruffling your hair with his hand.

The rest of the crew soon stumbles in, taking up the remaining chairs. The strong scent of booze and loudness of the men make you conclude they were finally cut off. You remain quiet as the men continue their conversations, causing Shanks to raise an eyebrow. Though you were unable to think in this environment, you couldn't shake the feelings your spiraling thoughts gave you.

"Wanna get outta here?" Shanks' whispered into your ear, giving it a nip and kiss. He laughs as you shiver under his touch. You nod, prompting both of you to stand up. His arm snakes around your waist as he says goodnight to his crew, your face becoming warm as a few of the drunk men snicker and comment on him leaving so soon with you.

The walk back to the small inn you two were staying in was quiet, expect from a low hum coming from your boyfriend. You felt guilty for being in a sour mood, especially when he seemed so content to be on this island with his crew and you. Maybe this is all too good to be true....

"Okay, talk to me baby," his words once again snapping you back into reality. "What has been bothering you all night? You're never this quiet." He stops walking, causing you to stop as well. You turn to face him, eyes wide as you look at him under the night sky. You feel heat rush back to your face and your heart skip a beat. Did you make him feel like this?

"You're beautiful Shanks," is all that can leave your mouth. The older man laughs at your statement.

"You flatter me-"

"Hold on," you cut him off. "I'm being honest Shanks. It's just," you break eye contact and stare at your feet. "You are so many things. You are strong, charming, handsome, etc! But what am I? Am I even good enough to-" Almost as if he was waiting for payback for cutting him off, Shanks cuts you off mid sentence. His lips meet yours in a rough kiss, leaving you gasping for air as he pulls away. His hand cups your cheek.

"You're all I want ______," his thumb brushes over your lips. "What makes you question this?" He frowns slightly as you shrug. While you don't often open up to Shanks, he's realizing just how deep those insecurities you had at the start of your relationship are. "You are the greatest treasure there is. You are so many wonderful things. You are my love." He pulls you into him, hand on your back as you lay your head on his chest. "And I will spend the rest of my life telling you so." You smile at his gentle words.

"Thank you Shanks."

"You don't have to thank me baby," he chuckles. "I'm happy to do so. And I'm just as happy to show you how much I love you." You shiver as his hand moves further down your back, giving your ass a firm grab. He laughs louder as you squirm, moving his hand to your waist. "But right now, let's just be in this moment."

Your eyes meet with his once again as you lift your head up. Loving him was so easy. It was second nature. And of all the amazing things Shanks was, the best one is that he is in love with you.

#shanks #red haired shanks #one piece #shanks x reader #shanks x you #shanks x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece fanfiction #shanks fanfiction #one piece x reader #red haired pirates

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Chapter 2: The Dance

Gale Cleven x Hope Armstrong (ofc)

Series Masterlist

This story is based on on the fictional portrayal of these men from the MOTA to series.

Summary: When their plane is diverted to Thorpe Abbott airfield Hope and Ruth's lives change forever. These two brave nurses must face the trials and tribulations of war, as well as suffering the heartache that war inevitable brings with it.

Collab: A Pair of Silver Wings by @major-mads

Dear Hope,

I hope this letter finds you well and that you have been keeping out of trouble. Hugh finally relented and gave me your address so I apologize for having not written sooner.

I often think of the day that we first met. I have awoken many nights thinking of you and how I wish we could have spoken longer. Forty minutes by air does not seem far and yet you feel as though you are miles from me. I can see why you are named Hope, because since our meeting, and I truly hope there will be other meetings, I feel as though I truly have something worth fighting for. I fear that Johnny also feels the same, I believe your friend Ruth has truly stolen his heart, but rest assured he is a good man and his intentions are pure. He was never the kind of man to write letters or be a one-woman man, but I feel he has changed since going into combat. Your Ruth brings out the best in him, as I feel you bring out the best in me.

I’m sure you have heard of Hugh’s latest antics, if he manages to smuggle any more women onto the base I fear he’ll be court-martialed for disobeying a direct order. Don’t worry I’ll try my best to keep him out of trouble.

I suppose the main reason for my letter is to inform you of the dance being held at the officers club next weekend. I would very much like to take you if you are free. I know Johnny is asking Ruth to go as well, so if you would like I can send a car to pick you up and bring you to the base. Of course, it will be late when the dance ends so I can arrange for you to stay in one of the Red Cross Woman’s Nissan huts, I believe they are well furnished although I have never been inside. I really do look forward to your reply and I hope that you will be able to attend.

You are in my thoughts always Hope.

Yours truly

Gale Cleven

Hope smiled, running her thumb over the crumpled letter as she read Gale’s words again. She had to admit she had thought of him often since their encounter over a week ago, not that she would admit that to Ruth, who somehow managed to bring up Johnny every chance she got.

When their letters came around this morning Hope had pocketed her letter, waiting for a quiet moment in the afternoon to truly appreciate Gale’s words. He had excellent penmanship, she noted, loving how his words seemed to glide across the page. The way he spoke caused her heart rate to quicken and she felt giddy, like a silly school girl with a crush on her classmate. Gale just seemed to have an effect on her that no man had ever had before. He was different from anyone she’d ever met. Hope had never believed in love at first sight, and she couldn’t say that she liked Gale when they first met, he’d been cocky and made assumptions, and yet he’d quickly changed into a charming young man.

Hope sighed, running her eyes over the letter again. It was 17:55 and Ruth was supposed to be meeting her at 18:00, but from the sound of the rain lashing against the windowpane, Hope hoped she’d be a little late. After receiving his letter, Hope wanted time to stand still, wanting to embrace his words and all that they meant. Hope had just finished reading the last line again when Ruth burst through the doorway. Hope didn’t look up but could hear her friend padding barefoot around the room.

"Who's the letter from?" Ruth asked, pulling on a pair of dry pants, a sweater, and some socks. Her footlocker closed with a thud and she plopped down on her creaky mattress, drying the ends of her hair with a towel.

Hope didn't look up from the page but held up an unopened letter. "You got one, too. You should open it."

"Not right now," Ruth sighed. "Right now, I need a nap."

Glancing at her with a raised eyebrow, Hope grinned. "It's from a certain Major."

In an instant, Ruth was on her feet, snatching the letter from Hope’s outstretched hand.

"If you'll excuse me," she said calmly as she excused herself for a moment.

Hope smiled in amusement as she watched Ruth try to contain herself from exploding with happiness. Chuckling at her antics, Hope returned her attention to her own letter.

The next thing Hope knew was the excitable squeal that left Ruth’s lips, “WE’RE GOING TO A DANCE!” She cried, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree, jumping up and down like an excitable child. Hope chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm, taking great delight in her friend's happiness. With everything they had been through together, they deserved to have some fun. Ruth’s jumping slowly came to an end, and the situation dawned on her.

Ruth's voice dropped to a whisper, and her eyes widened. "We're going to a dance."

Hope knew what was coming, and stood off her bed, grabbing onto her friend's upper arms gently.

"You're going to be fine, Ruth."

"I don't know, Hope. You know I don't like huge crowds," she replied.

The dark-haired nurse sighed. "Do you want to see Bucky? Yes or no?"

"Yes!" Ruth replied within a split second.

A satisfied grin worked its way onto Hope's lips as she spoke. "There's your answer."

She pulled Ruth into a tight hug, her own excitement showing through. "What are we going to wear?”

Dear Gale,

How excited I was to receive your letter. I feared my brother would be cantankerous and not share my address with you, but alas he must think you are a good man.

I would very much like to accept your invitation to the dance. I fear I have not danced for a while so my technique may not be perfect but I do very much look forward to seeing you again. I hear that Johnny is the life and soul of the party so I’m hoping he will help bring Ruth out of her shell. It means I will be free to enjoy myself without worrying Ruth is feeling left out.

I feel that in these trying times it is important to have something or someone to fight for, and I am pleased I am able to give you hope. I feel that since meeting you I often find myself wondering if we are sharing the same sky while I am in the air. What a peculiar thought really, but it is true.

I look forward to seeing you again very soon Gale. I will think of you fondly.

Hope

Gale rolled his eyes, looking over at his friend from his bed, which sat across the aisle of the officer’s hut. “I never said she didn’t.” Gale was only half listening to Bucky, too enthralled by his own letter from Hope to truly listen to his friend's conversation.

Sitting up against the wall, Bucky pointed at him. “I’ve got to show her my singing skills at the dance.”

The hut instantly broke out in complaints, each man having already heard the Major’s singing voice. “Please, Bucky,” Curtis called out. “Spare the girl some embarrassment. She’s already going as your date. That’s enough right there.”

Gale found himself trying to withhold a laugh but failed, snorting loudly and himself a glare from John.

“Laugh it up, Buck. You’re just gonna have to watch Ruth and I have fun while you sit in the corner with Hope. Does she know you don’t like to have fun?”

“Wait. My sister Hope?” Hugh piped up from the corner. He’d been reading a magazine and had been oblivious to the conversation until his sister was mentioned. His eyes now bright and his forehead creasing in concern.

“Oh, two can play at that game, Bucky,” Gale scoffed, choosing to ignore Hugh. “I’m gonna be the one sitting your crazy ass down when you start to act up. I can’t let you scare Ruth off before she gets the chance to know you.”

Narrowing his eyes playfully, Egan nodded and put down the letter. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, Buck.”

“Now wait a minute,” Hugh interrupted, his brows furrowed as he pointed to the two majors. “You two are taking Hope and Ruth to the Officer’s Club dance?”

“Yes,” they both responded at the same time.

Hugh ran a hand down his face with a sigh. “Great. You four are not leaving my sight.”

“Come on, Charlie,” Bucky laughed. “We’re not that bad.”

His eyes widened as he turned toward the Major. “Oh really? Tell that to the bar owner in Greenland.”

Groaning, Johnny sunk back down in his bed and tried to keep that rowdy night from his head. Gale just grinned, recalling the look on the bartender's face when he’d delivered the unicorn. He wished he’d been there to see the incident in person but then again the stories of the night were bad enough.

He ran his thumb over Hope’s letter again, folding and unfolding the corner as he read the letter again, imprinting the words on his brain. He could almost hear her talking to him and found himself lost in his thoughts once more.

Saturday, July 31st, 1400 HRS: AAF

Grove, Berkshire

Hope looked at herself in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Despite having decided what to wear as soon as she’d read Gale's letter, she had managed to change her dress four times, before returning to her original choice.

She had to admit she looked quite pretty. Her dark hair pinned in neat rolls and the rest of her hair hanging loose in delicate curls, and she was thankful that the rain had finally stopped a few days before otherwise they really would be in trouble. Her makeup was simple yet elegant and her red lips turned up into a smile. Smoothing the creases out of her red dress she moved to the door, taking one last deep breath and putting her confident face on before stepping out.

“Now ladies, I want you to be safe tonight, be smart and don’t do anything stupid, alright?” Frank gave them yet another pep talk, adopting the worried older brother character.

“Frank, we’ll be fine,” Hope reassured him, patting him lightly on the shoulder. “You’ve met the boys, they’re good, honest men.”

Frank snorted, “Your Major Cleven might be, but the other one, well… just keep an eye on Ruth, would ya?”

Hope laughed, nodding in agreement, “I promise I’ll look out for her, Frank. I always do.” Hope turned, moving to get into the car where Ruth was already waiting, her knees bouncing nervously.

“Oh Hope, I got you these. Use them if you have to but try not to need them.” Frank threw a few packets through the window at the girls as the car moved off.

“What did he give you?” Ruth asked, unable to move her eyes away from the road ahead.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Hope replied, quickly shoving the packets of condoms into her bag and out of sight, her cheeks blushing bright red at just the thought.

1715 HRS: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich

Gale and John were sitting on their beds, finally sitting down after pacing up and down for the last hour listing all the reasons why the girls might not show.

“You two are being ridiculous, those girls aren’t like other women. They wouldn’t tell you they're coming and then not show,” Hugh had reassured them, after Curtis had begun grumbling about the state of the floor in the officer's hut.

“There won't be any floor left if you two don’t stop your God damn pacing.” John just glared at Curtis but Gale was inclined to agree with him.

“Curtis’ probably right, you know,” Gale fell backward onto his bed with a loud huff, the back of his dress uniform jacket would probably be creased when he stood up, but for the moment he just wanted to lie down and try to calm his nervous heartbeat. Johnny continued his pacing and eventually, Hugh and Curtis gave up and left the hut, moaning under their breaths about the Major’s ridiculous behavior.

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It felt as though they had been waiting for hours when the car’s dipped headlights finally appeared outside their window, causing both men to jump off the bed and in a frenzied panic straight up each other’s uniforms and check their hair in the mirror before dashing outside.

“Buck, move it,” Johnny tried pushing past his friend but Gale stuck his arm out to stop him.

“Calm down, John. Alright, we don't want to run at them and scare them off.” Both men took a deep breath before casually stepping out of the wooden door as if they were going for an evening stroll and hadn’t been pacing for hours.

“Why hello ladies,” Bucky yelled, trudging through the mud to the car. The windows were down, and they could see the girls’ conversing inside. “Don’t you both look stunning.”

Hope scoffed at John’s compliment but couldn’t help but smile as she was the grin that instantly grew on Ruth’s face when she looked his way. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned his elbows against the car's open window frame, taking in Ruth’s appearance.

Ruth grinned up at him, her dimples making an appearance. “Hello there, Major.”

“Ms. Morgan,” he greeted, before stepping back and opening the door for her. Offering her a hand, John helped Ruth out of the car, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently.

Hope stepped out from behind Ruth, and Gale rushed to help, taking her hand and carefully guiding her past the muddy puddle beside the car.

“You look gorgeous,” Gale spoke quietly in his normal soft spoken tone, which Hope felt was almost like a whisper in comparison to his friend's loud, outgoing nature.

“Thank you,” she gave him a small courtesy, blushing under his intense gaze, and instantly regretted her actions but her anxiety was eating away at her. She’d secretly been worrying about this evening since they had been invited, although she would never have let on to Ruth how she truly felt.

Gale pulled her closer to his side, when he noticed Hope shiver. He didn’t know whether he was being too presumptuous but he pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek, and Hope had to do everything in her power to stop her knees from shaking. ‘It was only fair, she kissed him last time’ Gale thought to himself.

“Well Ladies, your chariot awaits,” John motioned to the Willys jeep that was parked beside the Nissen hut.

“We have to go in that?” Hope asked, he eyes shooting from the jeep to Gale and back again, before tailing down to her pale blue dress that was most certainly going to be filthy by the end of the drive.

“It could be worse, I could have made us ride the bikes,” Bucky laughed, throwing his arm over Ruth’s shoulder, as he led her toward the jeep.

“I’ll have to take you on a bike ride. Buck here isn’t as talented of a rider than me, so you’re lucky. See, he hasn’t ridden in the pitch black all the way from Dickleburgh in the pouring rain half-drunk, so… ” He trailed off, realizing he probably shouldn’t have said that.

Hope couldn’t help but laugh at John’s antics, knowing that his light humour would help ease Ruth’s nerves. Gale smiled shyly, linking his arm through Hope’s, “You see what I have to put up with?” Hope nodded, watching as John chatted enthusiastically to Ruth. “The bikes would definitely be worse,” he assured her and Hope laughed in amusement.

“Yes, I can imagine they are.”

“I looked like a wet dog by the time I got back. Could’ve given Meatball a run for his money.” John laughed and Hope looked at Gale confused. She sometimes wished Gale didn’t take up all of her attention so she knew what was being discussed, but then looking up into his deep blue eyes she soon realised why.

“Meatball?” Ruth asked.

“Meatball’s a husky Demarco picked up in Greenland. He’s kinda the 100th’s mascot. The dog’s-”

“That damn dog is pure wolf and is nothing but trouble. The damn thing howls like a banshee in the Fort,” Buck interrupted as he and Hope got into the backseat of the jeep.

Settling into the driver's seat, John threw an arm over Ruth once again. “Come on, Buck,” he groaned, looking back at the Major in the rearview mirror. “He’s adorable.”

“Not when he jumps on your bed soaking wet at 3 am.” Hope gave Gale a sympathetic look and he grimaced back at her. Hope had always been a dog person and she was sure she’d love Meatball but she too wouldn’t have been impressed with that kind of wake-up call.

This Meatball seems like a character,” Ruth beamed, “I’d like to meet him.”

Johnny raised his eyebrows, tilting his head down toward her. “I think that can be arranged.” He then turned over the ignition and brought the jeep to a rumble. “You dodos ready?” he asked the group, a mischievous smile on his lips.

Taking a deep breath, Gale made eye contact with his friend, knowing immediately what was in store for them and instantly regretting not taking Hope on a lovely, romantic bike ride. “Bucky, please don’t kill-”

Before he could finish, the jeep was flying forward, its tires spraying mud behind them as they took off. John laughed loudly and tightened his grip on Ruth’s shoulder, pulling her closer against him. Gale did the same, and Hope was suddenly very grateful for their close proximity as she hung on for dear life. Hope wasn’t normally motion sick, having been used to Frank’s dangerous flying but this was something else. The jeep flew passed other airmen on their much-slower bikes.

”You’re crazy!” Ruth cried, shaking her head at John’s antics to which he just cackled.

The jeep jostled around in the mud as they rode, and after hitting, caused Hope to clutch onto Buck’s dress uniform jacket, tugging at the front. She no longer cared how precarious this situation looked, clutching desperately onto Gale like she was trying to rip his clothes off. Gale chuckled in amusement, pulling her closer to his side.

“It’s okay,” he whispered into Hope’s ear, “I’ve got you.”

Hope shivered as his breath tickled her neck, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes were trained on Ruth, who was desperately holding onto Bucky and as soon as she latched onto him, Bucky let off the gas slightly, slowing down to a normal speed. He wore a proud smirk, but didn’t take his eyes off of the road.

Hope relaxed a little, apologising to Gale, as she loosened her grip on him but he didn’t let go of her, continuing to hold her close to his side, seemingly very pleased with the situation.

‘God, this man is going to be the death of me’ Hope cursed, under her breath causing Gale to look down at her confused.

“What was that?” Buck called over the din of the jeeps engine, a crooked smile on his lips and Hope prayed that he hadn’t heard her.

“Oh nothing,” she replied, but Buck just smirked at her and she was almost certain he’d heard her.

Ruth and Bucky were laughing in the front and Gale chuckled at their antics. “Well, they seem to be getting on well.”

“They do,” Hope agreed, a smug smile on her lips. She knew this would be good for Ruth and it was lovely to see her enjoying herself. Although the squabbling over baseball from the front seat seemed to say otherwise.

Hope leant over to Gale, “Is Bucky a Yankees fan by any chance?” Gale nodded and Hope tutted, “Oh dear, that could be a deal breaker.”

Gale laughed, “ Please don’t tell me your obsessed with baseball too?”

Hope snorted, turning in her seat to face him, “Not a chance. I grew up with Hugh, remember? When you’ve had to listen to him blabbing about the St. Louis Cardinals every day for the last twenty odd years you wouldn’t be a fan either.”

Gale smiled softly at her, reaching forward to brush a stray hand away from her face, “Well then, I have a feeling we are going to get along nicely.”

The jeep rumbled to a stop in front of a large building, the sound of music and laughter already reaching their ears. Placing the car in park, Bucky turned toward her, his signature raised eyebrow grin adoring his lips. “I have my ways,” he winked.

John chuckled and grabbed Ruth’s hand gently, helping her out of the jeep, before Gale followed suit, helping Hope straighten out her dress.

Gale took Hope’s dainty hand in his much larger one, before tucking her into his side once more. Hope had never felt so safe as she did right now and she never wanted that to change. If only I could freeze us in this moment forever’ she thought as Bucky spoke, “Shall we?”

Ruth turned around to spare Hope a look and she grinned at her friend in return before glancing up at Gale who was already beaming back at her.

“Are you ready?” He asked, leaning into her. She grinned, nodding her head enthusiastically.

“Very ready. Although I haven’t danced in so long, you'll have to be patient with me.” Buck swallowed hard, nodding his head slowly. How was he supposed to break the news that he doesn’t dance, to the woman he invited to a dance?

John and Ruth were in front of them, and Hope reached out and squeezed her friend’s hand with a nod. Sometimes she just needed a little extra push in situations like these. Seeing the interaction, Bucky’s heart warmed in his chest at the realization that the girls’ friendship was much like his and Buck’s.

“You hear that, Buck?” John remarked, raising an eyebrow at the man. “She thinks I’m handsome.”

Gale rolled his eyes, reaching for the door when John flung them both open. “Whatever, John.”

The soft music carried through the night and when John threw open the door to the officers club, they were drawn in by the pleasant voice of Ella Fitzgerald blaring from the record player in the corner. The band was on a break and they had gathered around the bar, a few of them still with their instruments in hand. John led the group through the crowd of pilots and their dates to the dance hall, which was not yet full. Most of the couples were at the bar getting a drink to loosen up after a hard week. The 100th flew six missions in the past six days, so needless to say, the men needed a break.

“Come on, I want to introduce you to the Red Cross girls you’ll be staying with tonight. They’re a nice group, I promise,” Gale reassured Hope and Ruth, leading them towards a small group of women who were chatting in the corner.

“Good evening Ladies, this is Hope and Ruth,” Gale introduced them, motioning for Hope and Ruth to step forward. A chorus of ‘good evening Buck’ followed from the smiling women and Hope could help the pang of jealousy blooming in her chest as they smiled widely at her date. She knew Buck was a charming man, as well as very handsome and she suddenly feared that she wasn’t his only girl. Buck’s arm soon found its way to her hip, squeezing it gently and Hope cursed herself for being so insecure before.

“Hello,” Hope thrust her hand forward and several of the women shook it in return. Ruth was a little more reserved, giving the ladies a wave and a smile from her position between John and Hope.

“It’s lovely to meet you two.” One of the women spoke up, her dark curls bouncing on her shoulders and her kind eyes gleaming. “I’m Helen, and this is Tatty,” she gestured to the shorter woman beside her.

Tatty grinned and raised an eyebrow at Ruth. “You keep a close eye on this one, Ruth,” she chuckled. “The Major’s known to start trouble.”

Ruth peered up at him cheekily, her lip quirking into a smirk. “He’s said he’s gonna on his best behavior.”

As John opened his mouth to respond, Buck smacked his chest. “I’m gonna make sure of that, don’t worry.”

The small group broke out into snickers and Johnny smacked Gale on the back as he playfully glared at him, the women continuing their conversation while the men ribbed each other. The Red Cross women were warm and friendly, making Hope and Ruth feel instantly safe and included among them. The duo shared a glance and knew they were going to get along well with these ladies.

“Sorry girls but I’m gonna be stealing Ruthie from you now,” Bucky interrupted, leaning down toward the group with raised brows before clutching her hand and pulling her away from the conversation. She waved goodbye and followed him through the crowd, her dark dress swishing with each step.

Gale stepped up next to Hope, “I’ll also be stealing Hope from you, ladies, but I’m sure we’ll all be seeing each other later on.” He thanked the girls and earned himself a few low whistles as they watched him walk away.

Hope giggled, watching the blush creep up his cheeks. “Come on you must have plenty of women flirting with you,” Hope pried, hoping she wouldn’t step on his toes but also curious. Gale was a mysterious man and Hope did enjoy a challenge, Gale was a mystery she was hoping to crack.

Gale grinned, turning briefly to look at Hope, “I have some but none have caught my attention… not until… you, Hope.” Gale couldn’t meet Hope’s eyes and the flush that spread up from Hope’s chest caused her breath to catch in her throat. Could a man such as Major Gale Cleven truly be interested in a nurse like her? From the look on his face, apparently, he could.

Gale popped over to the bar, while Hope found a table, draping her coat and bag over the back of the chair. She could see Hugh from across the hall and waved at him but he seemed too preoccupied chatting to Curt and several women to notice her. Gale came back with a gin and lemonade and a ginger beer.

“ I see Sparky’s got his entertainment for the evening. I swear if he tries to smuggle any more women into the officers hut it might as well be renamed a brothel,” Gale laughed and then remembered the company he was in. Luckily, Hope laughed too, obviously well aware of her brother's antics.

“That’s a new nickname, Sparky. How’d he manage to get that one?”

Gale took a long sip from his drink, his forehead wrinkling as he mulled over the question, “Well, Bucky had a problem with his jeep last week so our engineer over there said ‘Don’t you worry, Bucky I’ll fix it for you’. So Hugh’s there under the bonnet cursing and moaning, pulling things around before he tells Bucky to turn on the ignition. So Bucky’s there trying and trying to start this thing. Curtis comes along asking what the matter is and your brothers only gone and left the spark plug on the floor. Put it back in and the jeep was working, good as new.”

Hope could no longer contain her embarrassment, running her hand down her face, as she tried to contain her laughter. “Oh no. I swear his not normally that bad. I promise. He’s generally a very good engineer.”

Gale chortled, “I’ll take your word for that.”

Trying to change the subject away from her brother’s embarrassing behaviour, Hope noticed Gale wasn’t drinking alcohol. “You don’t drink?” Hope asked, taking a sip from her drink and enjoying the satisfying burn as it slipped down her throat mixed with the bubbles of the lemonade.

“No, never do,” Gale replied plainly, linking his hand with Hope’s across the table they were seated at. Hope smiled back at him, worried that she’d ruined the mood but too curious to leave it there.

“How come?” Once again Hope found herself prying when she should know better. Gale stayed silent for a moment and Hope wondered if she really had put her foot in it this time.

“My dad drank… a lot when I was a kid, and he liked sports. He liked to bet,” Gale trailed off, his eyes glazing over as he stared straight ahead. Hope nodded, understanding the situation, and squeezed his hand reassuringly, bringing Gale back to the present. He smiled weakly at her.

“So, tell me about yourself. What was young Hope Armstrong up to before the war?”

Hope laughed, “I wouldn’t say young. I’ll be twenty four in September.”

Gale laughed, “Good to know. I’ll add the date to my diary.” The pair broke into a fit of laughter. “But seriously, tell me about yourself.”

Hope pondered for a few seconds, debating what she should reveal to him, “Well, I was born in Missouri. I went to Stephens Junior College for Women in Columbia where I study biology and I worked as an orderly in the local hospital. It’s where I decided to become a nurse,” Hope paused, noticing how Buck was watching her intently, seemingly hanging off every word. He genuinely seemed interested in what she was telling him, which surprised Hope. Most men only asked the question on autopilot and didn’t really care what response they got. “I started my nursing training four months before the war started in Europe. I qualified in ‘42 and I signed straight up for flight nurse training.”

Gale nodded, taking a sip of his ginger beer, “and then you met Ruth?”

Hope shook her head, “No I didn’t meet Ruth until December ‘42 when we were paired together. They wanted someone more senior with the less experienced nurses and because of my previous hospital experience and an extra year training apparently I was senior,” Hope laughed. It had always amused her that she was the younger nurse but also the senior one.

Gale nodded, “And that was the birth of the ‘Skytrain Girls’.” Hope laughed but Gale just nodded, “It’s what Hugh calls you.”

“Of course he does,” Hope sighed. “So now it’s your turn. Tell me about the infamous Gale Cleven.”

Gale chuckled, “Okay… well I was born on 27th December 1918 in Lemmon, South Dakota. I was at the University of Wyoming but I left my studies to become a bomber pilot. That’s where I met Bucky, in flight school. It’s where I became Buck.” He laughed. Hope’s forehead creased as she thought over Gale’s words.

“So he named you after himself?”

“Not quite. Apparently I look like a guy called Buck back in Wisconsin.” The pair found themselves laughing once more and any nerves that Hope had were quickly being diminished. Talking with Buck was easy and she found her heart rate increased as Gale’s eyes met hers once more.

Their eye contact was broken when John fell into the chair beside Hope, an almost-full pint of beer in his hand.

Hope scanned the area, noticing the absence of her friend. “Where’s Ruth?”

“In the restroom,” Bucky replied, his eyes drifting to the stage.

Gale watched him carefully noting the thoughts behind his stare, “How’s it going, John?”

He took another gulp of his pint, wiping the foam off his mustache as he raised his eyebrows and spoke enthusiastically. “You know she’s a teacher?”

Hope nodded, her smile widening as she watched the man get excited about Ruth. “Yep. She loves music, too, and I’ve heard you might have a slight thing for it.”

Without a word, he fell back against the chair, his gaze looking up at the ceiling. “Buck, Buck, Buck. Don’t let me drop the ball on this one.” He looked over at the other major, the corners of his eyes crinckled as he smirked. “That was a sports reference if-”

“I know what it means, John.”

A few moments of silence passed between the trio, and Hope was about to speak when Johnny beat her to it. “Buck, do you think I should sing?” John looked at the pair, deadly serious, and waited for Gale’s response.

“No, you said you’d be on your best behavior. Remember? What happened to five seconds ago with “not dropping the ball?” Gale gave his friend a sideward glare, still looking at Hope. John went to stand up and Gale’s arm flew out, shoving him back down in his seat. “What did I tell you, Bucky? You said you really like Ruth, so don’t screw things up with her.”

“Yeah, but she’ll like my singing, right Hope?” Hope knew John meant well, but she also knew what Ruth was like, she hated being embarrassed unless she wasn’t the only one being embarrassed. It didn’t really make sense, but it was just how it was for the blonde. Things weren’t as bad as long as she wasn’t alone.

“How about I sing with you?” Hope suggested, looking Bucky dead in the eye. A wide grin spread across the pilot's face and he nodded enthusiastically.

“See Buck, ya girl knows how to have fun. Too bad she’s stuck with you,” Johnny quipped before chugging the rest of his pint.

Gale’s face seemed to drop and Hope squeezed his hand again, “Hey, I don’t have to do this…”

But the smile quickly returned.

“No, no, you go for it. Knock ‘em dead, Beautiful.” Hope grinned, quickly downing the rest of her drink and taking John’s hand as he led her across the crowded dance floor to the microphones in front of the orchestra.

An uptempo, big-band version of “It Had to be You” filled the air as they got positioned at the front of the room. As soon as the guys saw Bucky step behind the mic, they collectively groaned, knowing what was coming. Hope swayed to the beat as she waiting for their queue, and a wide grin formed on her lips when she looked over to see Gale shaking his head at her, unable to hide his own smile. Stuck in the moment with Buck, she missed the queue, but Johnny sure didn’t. The second his loud voice filled the dance hall, she instantly realized why Buck had been so adamant against the Major singing. She had to stop herself from bursting out into laughter as he began to sing while animatedly dancing to the music.

“It had to be you,

It had to be you.”

Hope then joined in, her sweet voice making Johnny’s more bearable. From his position in the corner, she could see Gale’s eyes widening at hearing her sing for the first time.

“I wandered around and finally found

The somebody who,

Could make me be true,

Could make me be blue,

Or even be glad, just to be sad,

Thinking of you.”

The nurse’s eyes wandered the crowd for a moment, but Gale’s infectious smile dragged her back back to him. at her as she sang them.

“Some others I’ve seen,

Might never be mean,

Might never be cross,

Or try to be boss,

But they wouldn’t do.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Bucky reach a hand out to the crowd, and when she looked closer, she realized he was pointing to Ruth, who stood in the back of the crowded hall with a blissful dimpled smile. The look of pure adoration on her friend’s face sent a surge of happiness through Hope. She hadn’t seen the blonde so happy for as long as she could remember.

Somehow, the rowdy and boisterous man beside Hope was able to bring out the person that she’d been trying to since they’d met.

“For nobody else gave me a thrill,

With all of your faults, I love you still,

It had to be you,

Wonderful you,

It had to be you!”

Hope decided to let Johnny have the grand finale and stepped back from the microphone. Based on the performance so far, she knew whatever was coming would be good.

“Baby, It had to be you,

Wonderful you,”

As the last note approached, Johnny extended his arms wide, sweeping them through the air in a grand gesture. The men were used to his antics at that point, so they were prepared, but everyone else’s eyes were on him expectantly.

“IT HAD TO BE YOUUU!” he belted out, his strained voice overpowering the music, causing a mix of groans and laughter to ripple through the crowd.

As the final notes of the song faded away, the room erupted in applause and cheers, most of them just glad Johnny was getting off the stage. He motioned to Hope and she took an elaborate bow, swishing her dress to the side and blowing a kiss to Buck, who caught it and held it against his chest. John then took a theatrical step back from the microphone, raised one arm high in the air, and with a dramatic flare, bowed deeply to the crowd. Hope took this as her sign to escape, scurrying off the stage and into the arms of her awaiting Major.

“You have the most beautiful voice,” Gale spoke softly, although no one around them would hear the news of John on stage.

“Thank you,” she whispered back, enjoying the burning sensation of Gale’s hand on her lower back. “Do you want to go outside where it’s quieter, I can’t hear myself think?” Hope suggested and Gale nodded, leading her through the crowds of people, his hand never once leaving her back.

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The cool evening air bit at her bare arms and she suddenly wished she hadn’t left her coat on the table. Gale noticed and instantly removed his dress uniform jacket, draping it around her shoulders.

“Can’t have a beautiful lady, such as yourself, getting frostbite now can I,” Buck joked, causing Hope to laugh at his chivalry.

“I hardly think I’m gonna get frostbite, Gale. It’s July,” Hope laughed, but seeing the way Gale’s face dropped broke her heart. “I don’t mean that I don’t want your jacket though… because I do. I’m glad you offered me your jacket. I really do appreciate it,” Hope stumbled over her words, cursing her anxiety but Gale just smiled, running his thumb over her cheek and tucking the stray hairs behind her ear.

Gale’s eyes suddenly diverted to the sky and he pointed upwards, just in time for Hope to see a shooting star, “Make a wish, Beautiful,” Gale whispered in her ear. Hope found herself wishing that the night would never end, that she could stay in Gale’s arms where they were safe forever. It was just a dream, and no sooner had the star appeared it was gone.

“What did you wish for?” Gale asked, noting the sadness that adorned her features, but Hope shook her head.

“If I tell you it won’t come true.”

“Well, we can’t have that then, can we? Especially if it was a good wish,” he uttered, his voice low and his eyes looking dark in the shade of the moon.

“It was a good wish,” Hope assured him. She reached up, running her thumb over his cheek.“I could just stare at you forever,” she whispered, enjoying how Gale’s eyes closed and he exhaled deeply into her touch.

“I don't ever want this night to end,” he murmured against her lips before leaning in. Hope had imagined kissing his lips before, how they might feel against hers, what he’d taste like. In reality it was so much better, not only did his lips mold perfectly to hers, but his hands came to rest on her hips pulling her flush against his chest as their hearts pounding in sync with each other.

“I hate to move too fast or be presumptuous, but never want to kiss anyone else for as long as I live,” Gale admitted, nuzzling his nose into her collarbone, sighing softly. His breath tickled but Hope pulled him closer, running her fingers through his blond locks and scratching at his scalp.

“Well it's a good thing you won't have to then,” she smiled into the night, enjoying Gale’s content sighs as she continued to stroke his hair, “Because you can kiss me for as long as you want to.”

“Hope? Is that you?” Hugh bellowed, rushing out from the side door of the hall, her bag clutched in his hand, the pair’s best friends on his heels. Ruth grimaced at the sight, and John pursed his lips, his moustache raising slightly.

Gale pulled away quickly but left his hand resting on her hip as he assessed the situation.

“Sparky, what’s got you in such a tizz?” He laughed and instantly regretted it when several condom packets went flying towards his face.

“Don’t you Sparky me, Asshole!” He hissed at Gale before turning towards Hope. “What the hell are you doing with these, Hope? Did he give them to you?” Hugh demanded, fist clenched at his side as Hope gathered up the packets, shoving them deep into her coat pocket. Her face was on fire and she couldn’t bear to turn to see Gale’s expression.

“So that’s what Frank gave you,” Ruth muttered under her breath from beside Johnny, whose expression morphed into one of amusement. Buck was always so straight-laced, and John found it humorous to see his friend in such a situation. Despite this, he was ready to step in at any moment to break up anything before it got out of hand.

“I wasn’t going to use them. They aren’t even really mine! Frank made us take them to be safe, but Hugh, I swear it’s not what it looks like,” Hope pleaded, removing herself from Gale’s side to go to her brother. “Hugh, I swear, I just shoved them in my bag on the way.”

She stopped for a minute, eyeing her brother suspiciously.

“Hang on, why are you going through my bag?” The nurse snapped, grabbing the small leather purse from his hands.

“You always carry first aid stuff with you and I cut my finger on some broken glass,” Hugh admitted sheepishly, holding up his bloodied finger. Sighing, Hope took hold of her brother's hand and assessed the damage.

“I do have some stuff in my bag,” she sighed again. “Go inside and wash your hands. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Watching her brother sheepishly retreat, Hope’s gaze moved to Ruth’s. The blonde sent her a raised brow, but Hope just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Ruth grinned at the realization she wasn’t the one with the rosy hue on her cheeks for once. From above her, John smirked and winked at Gale, who shot a ‘I can’t deal with you right now’ glare back at him. Taking that as their queue to leave, he tugged Ruth over to the door and held it open as she walked through, giving the couple one last glance before shutting the door behind him.

Hope turned to Gale, her eyes full of tears and her cheeks red from embarrassment. Gale just opened his arms up, pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead.

Hope mumbled into his chest, “I hope you’re not disappointed that I said I didn’t want to… you know… tonight.”

Gale just chuckled, kissing her forehead once more, “not at all. We only met just over a week ago. I’d never expect anything like that from you until you’re ready.” He was unphased by the situation and just held her for a little longer, until Hope decided it was probably time to patch up her brother.

“Come on, I can’t have you going back inside on your own.” Gale linked his arm through hers but Hope didn’t move.

“Could we stay out here a little longer?” She asked, biting her lip and Buck had to stop his sudden intake of air as he looked at her in the moonlight.

Her hair hanging loose in curls around her face, her big brown eyes looking at him nervously.

“Of course,” Buck reassured her, bringing her back into his chest for a hug. The music from the officers club drifted outside through the night and the music of Glenn Miller filled the darkness. Hope found herself swaying in Gale’s arms and he swayed along with her, his hand moving to the small of her back.

As they swayed together Hope couldn’t help but chuckle, “And to think that you said you don’t dance.”

Gale laughed, looking down at the beautiful woman in his arms, “Well, maybe I just needed to find the right partner.”

The night soon came to an end, the music dying down and the airmen and their dates eventually scattering across the base.

After patching up a rather embarrassed Hugh, who couldn’t apologise enough and was eventually escorted away by an amused Curt, Hope spent the rest of the evening cradled in Gale’s arms. They had spent the last half an hour swaying slowly to the music that played softly through the window and chatting quietly until 11 pm came and the music died down.

“I suppose we should start heading back to the Red Cross barracks,” Gale whispered slowly even to Hope’s ear and she reluctantly pulled away, nodding sadly.

“I don’t want this night to end. I’ve never had an evening like this with a man such as yourself,” Hope spoke softly, causing Gale to smile and her sudden shyness.

“I don’t want this evening to end either but I have a feeling your brother will have my guts if I’m late back,” he laughed and Hope giggled too, clutching Gale’s hand.

“Come on then, Major.”

They walked slowly, Gale’s hand resting on her hip and Hope’s body pressed closely to his body. Gale had draped his flying jacket around her shoulders and the fabric smelt strongly over his aftershave that had been intoxicating her all evening. She could happily stay wrapped in his embrace forever but they all too quickly approached the Nissan hut inhabited by the Red Cross ladies.

Hope noticed John Egan strolling away from the hut, a smug smile on his lips as he punched the air, shouting enthusiastically before continuing his retreat into the night.

“Well someone is pleased with himself,” Gale chuckled, and Hope nodded in agreement.

“I’ll have to ask Ruth if she had a good night.”

Before they reached the door of the Nissan hut, Gale stopped Hope, spinning her around to face him. “Hope, I had a really great time tonight. I never thought I’d get to spend such an amazing evening with such a beautiful woman, who has the voice of an angel.”

Hope blushed, averting her eyes to her feet, “Thank you,” she mumbled. Gale reached down, cupping his fingers under her chin and raising her head to face him.

“I really like you, Hope,” he whispered, before his lips captured her, moving gently but firmly and rendering Hope breathless. Without a second thought, Hope grabbed onto the front of his jacket, pulling him behind one of the Nissan huts, their lips never leaving each other. Gale mumbled something under his breath but Hope didn’t hear him, too busy concentrating on the feeling of his lips on her neck and his hands travelling up her sides.

Hope could have very easily given in there and then, absolutely ready to find a quiet room and continue their advances but she knew they shouldn’t.

“Gale? Gale, we can’t,” she whispered, her words coming out in small short gasps.

Gale nodded, stepping away quickly, “I know. I’m sorry if I overstepped the…”

“Not at all,” Hope quickly reassured him, clutching his face in her hands and bringing him down for another gentle kiss. “I want this too, but we can’t, not yet.”

Gale nodded her, kissing her once more, “Good night, Hope Armstrong. Sweet dreams.”

Hope felt lost as she walked away from Gale, but the warm embrace of his flight jacket cradled her as she walked to the front door. Her hands grasping the handle she turned once more to see the figure of the mysterious Gale Cleven disappearing into the night.

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konigsblog · 1 year

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I love your writing sm!!! After reading a lot of the stuff I was wondering how yan! Soap, ghost, and König (you can choose which ones!) they met their darling and later took them

thank you smm!! im currently writting this on my tablet help btw

yandere könig, soap and ghost first meeting their darling and how the kidnapped them

warnings: yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, possessive behaviour, guilt tripping, stalking: i do not condone any behaviour or actions that i write about, all of this is fiction.

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simon ghost riley

it was your first day. you stepped into the commons room and there sat the bulky man. broad shoulders and a muscular build, something most people would say is ideal. you introduced yourself, your bright and innocent personality didn't match with your job. no one could look at you say you looked like the person to kill someone, simon on other hand, his eyes had deep evil behind them and mixed with his body, most would say he seems like the person to kill someone.

"hey, my name is [name]!" proudly, you said. he was confused. this didn't seem like the place for you, and neither did everyone else. "hey kid, wrong place. you don't belong here." a voice chirped, people snickered at the comment. your smile dropped.

"quiet." he demanded, thats when you really noticed him. he stuck up for you even though be felt the same. this didn't mean that his thoughts changed. anything you did to prove yourself that you weren't that innocent only made you seem more sweeter.

over time, ghost kept his eyes on you. burning through your skull and watching every move you made. you could be killing someone, a bullet through their heart and blood splattered on your gear yet he always thought this wasn't right, not for you.

perhaps you didn't notice, but he scratched out a plan. make you seem bad at your job, and kidnap you. simple as that.

ghost walked into prices office, his boots thumped against the ground as the door creaked shut. his voice began, "price, this isn't right. a couple days ago, [name] proved herself to me, she isn't right for this job..." his voice cut off, seeming to get quieter.

you didn't realise it completely, maybe assuming that what people had overheard was just a rumour or misheard. but, when you walked into the office, your heart broke. it was true, you were leaving. you sighed, walking back to your room. he didn't want to hear your side of the story, he trusted simon too much.

"what's up doll?" that voice, anyone could recognise the gruff, and rough voice. "simon, fuck off." you demanded back at him, you didn't turn around. keeping your head over your suitcase, packing it fast. the longer you stayed, the longer it would hurt.

frustration blinded you, as he began again. "don't. im doing you a favour." your ears perked and your eyes widened, your once sweetened cheerful personality had been replaced with something that now seemed right. aggressive, just like your once job. "you know fine well that im good at my job, your angry because you know that im better at taking people out with skill than you are. you can't stand the idea of someone being better than you, you're a completely bullshit person. i hope this happens to you, maybe then you'll see what its like to lose your job to a complete utter lie." you kept your eyes forward at him, a finger pointing against his chest as you backed him up to a wall.

his hand went for your throat, a cloth was pulled from his pocket, the scent off it. medical is what it was. quickly, you had fainted into his arms. and now he knew that his plan was going completely right.

the drive was quiet. maybe it was because you were passed out and he was always just quiet, but it was more uncomfortable. although it was just him awake, the sense of you being by him made everything eerie. he missed your annoying and sweet personality. your voice that sounded like it had been downed in sugar. nothing like his bitter and completely dark voice.

but, what did that matter? throughout the time you had been with the task force, you had proven to him that you were made for him. maybe you skills were good, but what mattered most to him was the fact that you would fix his heart. his bitter cold heart with your sweet and loving one. you were now his.

john soap mactavish

classmates was what you once were. never friends,just classmates. from primary one to s6, he had got himself addicted to you. the sound of your voice while talking to your friends, your laugh that could brighten anyones day, and that you were too shy to say anything.

after highschool, you had kept in touch with most of your classmates. your friends and some that you liked. john was one of them.

on his leave, he watched you. figuring out your address, and then watching you every night, every day, every hour, every minute. at some point he just moved in across the street, buying a pair of binoculars and watching you sleep. maybe coming up to your window, taking pictures.

it got too far when he walked into your house. his feet creaked against the wooden rough floor. your door squeaked open, he loomed over you. what woke you was the sound of the camera shuttering. something he forgot to turn off.

youe eyelids fluttered open, he panicked. punching you in the cheek. now he had to think fast, he let his obsession get too far. this was all him.

a few times you woke up, only to be smacked to sleep. he carried you out your home, through the road to his house. no neighbours really cared that much, or at all. they wouldn't notice nor care if you had gone missing. maybe they'd be happy, your music blaring through to their windows made your immediate neighbours roll their eyes as the put their fingers in their ears.

your head rested in his lap, his hands stuck in your hair. for the forth time, you woke. this time he let you wake up, you shoke underneath him. "john..?" you whispered. "you don't even know what you do to me."

könig

again, like ghost, you had joined kortac. there were no similarities between you and the giant. height? he was taller? personality? you were bubbly and cheerful, he was quiet and avoided eye contact at all costs.

when you walked into the building, most people looked at you, then their friend and whispering something. this was because of your seemingly sweet personality, which was then how you got the call sign, "sweetheart".

but realistically, you didn't care. most people knew you didn't care about what others really thought about you, "whats wrong with being sweet?" "its because you don't match your job." könig spoke.

it wasn't often you spoke to könig, you differences made it so that you two never could relate. but, opposites attract, right?

atleast that was what könig thought, you could make him the happiest man in earth. but, how could he make you love him? you'd never spoke outside of missions and just breif questions, it was too late to become your friend. you'd been here a while.

he landed on the idea of kidnapping, somehow. he was genuinely a bit delusional. and embarrassing, he shook with anger and hit himself when he got something wrong. which linked up to embarrassing moments when he was trying to sleep.

he was short tempered, and possessive. his possessiveness got the better of him. no-one would suspect it, one day while on mission he'd drug you, leave you in a bush and later when searching he'd lock you into his car. it matched up to the time, last mission before leave.

and somehow, through his embarrassingly short tempered and shakey behaviour, he made it work. you were in the back of his car, the boot.

he took you home, with him was where you belonged. and with you was were he belonged. nothing could stop him, because again, opposites attract... right?

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Ch1/Ch2

Summary: As Joe's long-term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship over the last 4 years.

Content warning: 18+ so minors are not welcome, real person fiction (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), smut, fluff, angst, probably inaccurate timelines and processes but does anyone really care?, alcohol use, smoking...if I've missed anything please let me know!!

Author's note: when I was deep in my Dan and Phil phase I wrote this, published it on AO3 and then took it down so before anyone says "Hey this looks familiar" don't panic, I'm not stealing anyone's work and I can prove it lmao. Thanks to @harrys-four-nipples for reading this first chapter and telling me it wasn't as shit as I thought. Love you girl 🥰 feedback is always appreciated, let me know if you'd like me to continue this!

Paris

December 2022

After the craziest year anyone could ever imagine, exploring and staying in a variety of hotels across the globe, the last convention of 2022 was finally happening. You had been by your boyfriend's side the entire time; your job as a freelance photographer/social media specialist pretty much allowed you to travel anywhere and everywhere and luckily Joe's team were on board with you providing his official con photos and managing his social media. But as ideal as that sounds, it hadnt been easy.

It had been one of the best experiences of your life, watching the man that you love so, so much bring so much joy to the millions of people around the world who adored him. Despite being at every convention, watching all the fan interactions and all the panels, you were never bored. It hadn't all been perfect though, in fact it had been extremely trying at times, what with Joe being so damn exhausted there was barely any 'you' time, or fans getting a little bit too crazy at the meet and greets, but you wouldn't have traded it for the world.

You'd think that being cooped up on planes, in hotel rooms and travelling constatnly for months on end, spending almost every waking minute of the day together would have seriously damaged your relationship, but in all honesty, it brought you and Joe closer together. Sure, there have been times where you’ve wanted to smother each other with the shitty hotel pillows, but what couple doesn't argue? Without the option of slamming the bedroom door shut and sulking, you've learnt to just talk it out, and move on, and things have just gotten better and better. You had just celebrated our 4 year anniversary in Tokyo last month, and Jamie was constantly teasing you, telling you if you didn't get a ring this Christmas, you two could just run away together instead.

Of course, Joe had gotten super salty at the joke, seemingly never being able to escape the never ending question from his family and friends of when he was finally going to pop the question. He didn't need it from Jamie now too. He was going to do it, he just didn't want to rush it after all.

As it was the last con of 2022, Joe's team had given you some time off to just enjoy the convention, acknowledging that you had worked through your anniversary in Japan. This meant you could actually walk around the con and hang out with some of your friends, and enjoy the panels, which you were grateful for. You had some time to chat with Joe's dad too, which was always a good time, you got on so well with him and it was nice to see just how proud he was of his son.

Although you had been together for 4 years now, you and Joe weren't quite comfortable with going public with your relationship just yet. Joe had sky rocketed to fame overnight and his fanbase could be a little...intense. They went into a frenzy if he was spotted within 5 feet of another girl, and said girls were always stalked and harassed online and Joe didn't want that for you. You'd been pretty good at hiding it so far, most fans just thinking you were part of Joe's management team always there to keep him on schedule. It was a bit shit not being able to hold his hand or give him a hug in public but when the time was right, you both agreed you would go public.

You had headed back to the hotel a little before the con was over, Joe would no doubt get waylaid by fans outside the convention centre and you'd said you would order you both some food and run a bath for him so he could just relax now he was done for the Christmas period. New Orleans was a little after New Years so you'd have time to explore Paris, get home for Christmas and see in the New Year together.

Joe practically collapses through the door and you run to hug him, you were both desperate to touch each other after a long day of pretending to be work friends.

"Hi," you mumbled into his neck. "Last one for this year done, babe. I'm so proud of you."

He doesn't respond, he's holding onto you as if someone was threatening to take you away from him. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"I love you so much," he whispers. "Thank you."

"Joe, you don't need to thank-"

"Yeah, I do. I just thought that you've been there from the very start, and you've worked so hard, putting up with all my shit and you've been so supportive. I couldn't have done it without you." He sniffs, looking a little emotional. "Tonight was the first night I've actually been able to see you and not your camera, and knowing you were actually there, right in front of me, like, everything from the past 4 years went through my head and I could see you smiling at me, and the fans and I just..." he trails off, at a loss for words. You kiss his cheek, your own eyes welling up.

"You're such a soppy git, Joe." You tease him, but he knows you're joking.

"Shut up, you're just as soppy. " He laughs, poking you in the side gently. You poke my tongue out at him and he crosses his eyes in response, before my phone buzzes to let me know our food has been delivered to the hotel lobby. You break away from Joe, kissing his cheek and heading downstairs to grab your food.

You both scoff down your food, both of you having been way too busy to really eat a proper meal today, and then Joe gets into the bath. He tries to persuade you to join him, but honestly the bathtub here was smaller than the one at home, and even that could be a struggle to fit the both of you in, so you decline, changing into your pyjamas and watching some random show on TV and scrolling through your phone, replying to messages in the Quinn family group chat and your own family group chat.

You can't help but bite your lip in appreciation as Joe comes back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist and his curls dripping. He makes his way over to his suitcase in search for a pair of clean boxers. Your eyes scan over his bare torso, his broad shoulders, sharp collarbones, toned arms and his perfect stomach with a dusting of dark hair disappearing into the towel. He feels your eyes on him, standing up and turning around.

"What?" He smirks, stifling a yawn. You return his smirk, stretching a little.

"Nothing, just admiring my boyfriend. That alright with you?"

"Depends, can I ogle you like a pervert the next time you come out in just a towel?" Joe jokes, quickly pulling his boxers on under his towel, pulling it off and hanging it back up in the bathroom, before crawling on the bed and collapsing on his stomach, sighing heavily.

"You do anyway, I'm just more subtle about my staring, Quinn."

"You're just as pervy as me, Y/N, dont even try and pretend you're not. " he laughs, turning onto his side, pulling you down and wrapping his arm around you. You cuddle into him, burying your face in his neck.

"Difference is, Joseph, the whole Internet can see what a flirt you are, nobody has dirt on me."

"M'too tired for your smart arse right now."

"You like my smart arse." You grin into his skin, and he chuckles, the sound rumbling in his throat.

"I like your smart everything," he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. You sigh in response, enjoying the feeling of him cuddled up to you. "M'so tired. And my back is killing me."

"Did you twinge it again?"

"Mm. Hurts."

You untangle myself from him and roll off the bed, rummaging through your suitcases until you find the baby oil you always use to keep your skin moisturised after a shower. You shake it up as you walk towards the bed. "On your stomach, babe."

"That is the most terrifying thing you could say to me whilst holding baby oil." He eyes the bottle in your hands suspiciously, but does what you've said anyway.

"I believe that would actually be 'face down, ass up and just relax'." You smirk, climbing back on the bed, straddling his legs. He groans dramatically, making you roll your eyes and laugh. "You're such a drama queen, babe."

"Making a living off of it, aren't I?"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up Mr Man of the Year." You quip, opening the bottle and pour some of the oil into your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before pressing your palms against his shoulder blades. You apply just the amount of pressure that you know he likes, rubbing his flawless skin. "That okay?"

He responds by letting out a quiet moan of approval.

"How did I get so lucky?" Joe groans into the pillow as you continue to rub his shoulders and upper back, trying your best to work out the knots in his muscles. You smile, placing a kiss to the back of his neck that makes him shiver slightly.

"You elbowed me in the tits on the Underground and made me spill my coffee all over myself." You chuckle, adjusting your position on his legs so you could massage further down.

"The one time in my whole life that me being a clumsy twat has actually worked out in my favour." Joe's voice is muffled by the pillow, but you can tell he's smiling. He grunts in pleasure as you knead his lower back gently.

"Meh, you're just lucky I thought you were hot." You teased, gently poking him in the sides. He chuckles softly. "And you were, and still can be, so socially awkward, it was endearing."

"Mm, love you." He mumbles, and you know he's slowly falling asleep by the way his body is relaxing beneath you.

"Love you too, babe." You whisper back, moving off of his back and into bed next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. Ypu push his curls back from over his face. "Always have, always will." You kiss his temple and turn off the bedside lamp, letting him sleep off the post convention exhaustion whilst you take advantage of the good selection of TV channels the hotel has.

A few hours later, you're still awake and on your phone, scrolling through Instagram, the TV long turned off. You're laid on your side facing away from your currently snoring boyfriend. Joe grumbles in his sleep and rolls over, moulding his body around yours and spooning you. You feel something poking you in your bum and smirk to yourself, wiggling your butt back against him.

"Hmm, you still awake?" Joe whispers, his voice rough with sleep and exhaustion, one of his hands running over your thigh.

"Mm, I didn't wake you up, did I?" You reply, shivering in delight as his lips graze your neck. You roll over to face him, and he moves your leg on top of his, moving your bodies closer together as he kisses you hard, his hands wandering around to your ass and squeezing it.

Oh.

You see where this is going.

"Are you sure you're up to this, Joe? You're exhausted." You say quietly, trying your best to control your breathing after you break away. Thanks to your busy schedules, it been at least two weeks since you'd last had sex. You snuck in whatever you could, but mostly it was just heavy make out sessions or occasionally a hand and/or blow job to help with Joe's anxiety levels. You were practically soaked already and he'd barely touched you.

"Never too tired for you," he mumbles, pecking your lips softly, and slowly lifting up the hem of your (his) shirt. "Off?"

You nod, and you both work together to rid you of the oversized shirt. "C'mere," he grunts, rolling you on top of him, his hands on your hips as he looks up at me.

"Lazy," you tease, your skin feeling like it's on fire as he runs his hands up your sides.

"Beautiful." He responds, giving you that little smile that makes your heart melt every time. It's a smile that only you get to see, and it's during your intimate moments like this that he smiles like that, and you fall in love with him all over again. You hum and lean down, kissing him passionately, your tongues dancing around each other. His hands return to your hips, pushing them down against his crotch as he lifts his hips up, and the friction and heat makes you both moan. You nibble on his bottom lip, which you know drives him crazy, before moving to kiss his jawline and neck, a somewhat external G-spot for him. "Fuck..."

"Well, if you want, I mean, I was just gonna suck you off and then take care of myself," you grin against his skin, and he responds by slapping your ass lightly. In return, you bite gently on his collarbone, and he grunts, the noise going straight in between your legs. "What do you want, Joe? Tell me."

"Wanna fuck you," he growls, turning his head and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. "Wanna be inside you so bad, baby, please."

You whimper, nodding. Foreplay would have to wait for tonight.

You sit up and awkwardly peel off your underwear, throwing it somewhere in the room, deciding you'd find it in the morning. You gently palm Joe's cock through his boxers, making him grunt and moan your name loudly, before pulling them down his legs, and he kicks them off his feet. You take his cock into your hand, squeezing gently and stroking him a few times. "Please, baby, m'not gonna last long..." You'll let him off for that, it really has been forever since you last fucked. You reach across to the bedside table, grabbing a condom from your makeup bag (damn your birth control prescription running out before you'd realised) and tearing it open. He holds his hands out to put it on himself, but you slap them away, rolling it on him as slowly as possible, making him grit his teeth, grunt and buck his hips slightly.

Deciding to be a bit more of a tease, you hover above him for a few seconds, grinding down ever so slightly. He grips your hips so tight there will definitely be bruises in the morning, and he bites his lip, whimpering and cursing. You decide to let him off, because you want this just as much as he does, and you place the head of his cock at your dripping pussy, slowly sinking down onto him. He throws his head back and moans, a little too loudly, as do you. "God, I missed this...missed you."

"I missed you too," you sigh, placing your hands on his chest, giving yourself a bit of leverage before you start to move your hips. "Fuck, Joe, you feel so fucking good..." as much as you want this to last, you know it won't. You can already feel your orgasm growing as you grind down against him. He bucks his hips up, his cock brushing my g-spot. "Oh my god, Joe!"

"Fuck," he growls, his breathing heavy. "Faster, baby, please, I-" he cuts himself off with a moan as you obey. "Shit, fuck!"

"You're so loud," you giggle breathlessly, gasping as he places his thumb on your clit and rubs in time with your thrusts. "We're gonna get noise complai-AH, FUCK, JOE!"

"I'm the loud one, am I?" Fucking asshole.

"Shut up," You gasp, as he sits up, wrapping your legs around him and attaches his lips to your collarbone, sucking and biting as you move together. You can tell he's getting close from the way his breath is coming out in pants, and his moans are getting more desperate sounding. He rests his forehead against your shoulder, and you run your fingers through his curly hair, and he looks up at you.

"Kiss me," he whispers, and of course, you do. "M'getting close."

"Me too," you whisper back, and he reaches between you to stroke your clit. "Joe, I-"

"I know."

The room is filled with your moans, and heavy breathing as you both get closer and closer to the edge. Joe moves his hand and lies you down on the bed, so he's on top. He winks at you, and smirks as he puts your legs around his waist, and his hands either side of your head. He ducks down and kisses you softly before moving his hips, fucking you hard and fast, the way he knows you like it.

"Oh,my god Joe, I'm gonna cum!" You moan, digging your nails into his back.

"Do it, wanna feel you cum for me," he groans, and all it takes is him angling his hips just right, and you're coming, moaning his name probably way too loud, your whole body shaking. Joe curses and stills, pushing his cock inside you one last time as he cums into the condom, hard, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he whispers your name, telling you he loves you. You say it back, stroking his neck gently as he collapses on top of you, his head on your chest. "You're amazing."

"I think you'll find that's you, babe." You say breathlessly, grinning like a fool.

"I am pretty fucking good in bed, aren't I?" Joe grins, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"You always know what to say...so romantic," you roll your eyes, poking him in the tummy.

"Mhmm, you're very lucky. I mean, I even make sure you cum every single time we fuck, if that's not true love, I don't know what is." He pulls off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the bedside bin.

"Be still my beating heart!" You laugh and kiss the top of his head, rolling out from underneath him. He pouts, reaching out for you with grabby hands. "Joe, as much as I'd love to cuddle right now, I seriously need to shower after that. Wanna come with?"

"Depends, you might have to roll me, you've worn me out." he yawns, sitting up on the bed. "Besides, I already had a bath. Can't you just give me a sponge bath or something so I don't have to move?"

"Again, lazy. And I know you already showered, but if you think I'm cuddling with you when you smell like sweat and sex, you can fuck right off." You tease, grinning with your tongue poking between your teeth. You turn around, heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower. After waiting for the water to warm up, you step in, relishing the warmth cascading over you. A few minute later, you feel Joe's arms wrap around your waist and his body pressing up against yours. You stand in silence for a few moments, letting water fall down over you both. He then turns you around in his arms so you're facing him, your arms around his neck.

"Y'know, we could have just done it in here, that way we could be in bed right now." He says, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes. You run your fingers over the short hairs at the back of his neck as he leans his forehead against yours.

"Hey, I'm not the one who fell asleep before we'd even had a chance to do anything."

His face falls a little. "I'm sorry, I've been kind of a shitty boyfriend recently, haven't I?"

"What are you talking about?" You frown up at him, his beautiful brown eyes avoiding yours.

"Well, just with conventions and appearances and everything, and how busy we've been, I haven't had time to just...be with you, y'know?"

"Joe, we live together, we travel together, we're with each other every day almost-"

"That's not what I mean, we haven't been on a date in literally forever, I was at the con in Tokyo the entire day of our anniversary, and my dad was with us all day before that, for fucks sake!"

"Your dad is pretty much with us all the time, babe. It doesnt bother me, you know how much I love him. Turn around." You say, squirting some shampoo into your hand and massaging his scalp. He sighs.

"See, this is what I mean. You do all this nice stuff for me, like the back rubs, the food runs, the surprise blowies-"

"Which I do because I want to, not because I feel like I have to." You take the shower head off the wall and rinse his hair out, before running some conditioner through it. "I love you, and I know exactly what being with you entails. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I got salty about everything?"

"A normal one." Joe retorts, turning back around and gesturing for you to turn your back to him so he can wash your hair for you. "And I'm glad you're not, I just feel bad. You do everything for me and I can't even give you five minutes recently."

You don't respond, revelling in the feel of his fingers on your scalp, massaging in the shampoo. You hum appreciatively. He rinses out the shampoo and runs conditioner through your hair, making sure to cover every inch. "When we get home, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Joe-"

"Please? We can go out and celebrate our anniversary properly, dinner, drinks, a movie, whatever you want."

You turn back around to face him. "What I want, is to stay in, order Chinese, shag and then fall asleep on the sofa with you. Joe you don't have to take me out, or buy me shit to make me feel like you love me. I know you love me, without all the materialistic crap, okay?"

He said nothing, instead he looked at you his eyes looking a little misty. He was an emotional mess tonight, but you couldn't really blame him. He blinked a couple of times, and kissed you on the nose.

"Turn around, you sap." He mumbled, giving you a small smile. He basically meant 'stop before you make me cry' in fewer words. You laughed softly, before turning back around so he could rinse your hair and his. Once you're clean, you step out and dry yourselves off, and you put on Joe's shirt again, this time pairing it with some pyjama shorts. You quickly dry my hair before getting back into bed, settling down with your head on his chest and his arms around you. "See, isn't this better than standing up and actually moving?"

"Mm," you sigh, already feeling your eyes getting heavy. "I miss our bed though."

"Me too, when we get home we are gonna spoon so fucking hard in bed for like a week." He mumbles into your hair.

"What about food and stuff?" You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. He laughs.

"Of all the things you're worried about, I love how food is at the top of that list. I fucking love you." He kisses the top of your head and switches off the bedside light. "Maybe we can persuade Wes to bring us breakfast in bed."

"Oh yeah, I can totally see him being okay with that," you laugh, my hand resting on Joe's stomach. "If anything, you owe me breakfast in bed after all these bloody photos I've taken of you. Know how hard it is to make you look good mid sentence?"

"Ouch, low blow, babe."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You know I love looking at you, chocolate button eyes." You tease, laughing as he groans into his pillow.

"I need to learn to think before I divulge all this stuff. I'm never shaking that am I?"

"Never ever."

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direwolfrules · 7 months

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Here, have some random Satine Rambles

I like to take a lot of the fandom misconceptions about Satine and the New Mandalorians and headcanon them as in-universe Death Watch propaganda.

Like the idea that Satine banned Mando'a. This is a weird one to me. So, Mando'a script is all over the place in Sundari. It's on the police speeders, it's on signs, it's on the wall of the Cadet Squad's dorm room, all of which is official government property and would have been some of the first places to have Mando'a removed if the ban was an actual thing. Also, Satine speaks Mando'a and Concordian (the dialect from Concordia and in Legends Concord Dawn). We as the audience don't see her speak Mando'a often because when she appears she's usually either:

1) Talking to someone whose primary language is Basic.

2) In a setting where slipping into Mando'a to talk to one person would be seen as undiplomatic at best.

Also, we as the audience don't primarily speak Mando'a, a fictional language with massive gaps in the canon vocabulary, and why would the Clone Wars crew put effort into translating a bunch of conversations into Mando'a for a kids show. They barely had an animation budget, you really think they had the money and time to translate politics into kid/teen-friendly language and then translate that into Mando'a?

Also, Pre Vizsla doesn't speak Mando'a in the show. I don't think he even says a single Mando'a word, which is less than what Satine says.

Or, the idea that Satine banned beskar armor. Here's the thing about armor, based a bit on real-life history. Armor is expensive. Especially well-forged armor. Especially well-forged armor made of a rare, extremely valuable metal with important cultural significance. And if centuries of strip mining depleted the supply of that already very rare metal, and damaged the ecosystem enough that mining it was banned? Well, now the price is at a point where anyone who isn't a noble or exceedingly wealthy can't afford new beskar. Even then, most noble families passed on their beskar through the generations, partly because of legacy and religion and also partly because obtaining new beskar was already ruinously expensive unless you took it from an enemy in war, which would have been ruinously expensive in other ways.

The fact that we barely see anyone wear beskar in Sundari isn't indicative of a ban on beskar armor, it means armor isn't a practical or attainable expense for the average citizen of Sundari. Sundari was a city at peace, before Sidious' plots and Vizsla's attacks. There was no need for anyone but the Mandalorian Guard to wear armor. Does a midlevel office worker need to wear armor to go about his job? Does a retail employee need the weight of beskar plate in addition to whatever stock they have to shelve? Unless you were a member of the warrior caste, which was primarily made up of nobles who either already had or could afford new beskar, you didn't need to be constantly armored.

And since we're talking about armor, the next logical misconception to discuss is the "weapons ban" that keeps getting brought up in every single "Satine Bad" fanfiction ever. When we first meet Satine, there is no weapons ban. Carrying weapons in a city at peace like Sundari is probably frowned on the same way carrying weapons on Coruscant's upper levels is frowned upon (if you're not Padme "Constantly-dodging-assassination-attempts" Amidala that is). It's a case of why would the average citizen need to carry a weapon, not them not being allowed to.

The first and only mention of a weapons ban in the show is when Ahsoka is welcomed to Sundari in "The Academy". Everyone's least favorite corrupt worm-man Almec says that after the trouble surrounding Master Kenobi's last visit, offworlders can't bring weapons into Sundari. It's literally just a ban for offworlders, which is reasonable when you figure out most of the terrorist group threatening to destroy your hard-fought peace and overthrow your government is based off-world.

And like, we see Mandalorians carry weapons. Satine has her deactivator, which we know from the actions of Rush Clovis and Lolo Purs can be a lethal weapon if used against organics. We see the Mandalorian Guards carry stun batons and shields, and some, like Captain Patrok Ru-Saxon, carried blasters to use as a last resort option. The Protectors, who at this point were Satine's bodyguards, had blunt-tipped spears that, judging by how they could be used to block blaster bolts during the warehouse raid in "Corruption", were probably made of beskar. Also in that same warehouse raid we see the Guard use flamethrowers.

Another common misconception is that Satine is opposed to any kind of violence, even in self-defense. This is not true.

As stated above, Satine carries a deactivator, a weapon primarily used to disable droids, but by its very nature of being a weapon designed to output high-level energy blasts can be lethal to organics. When she's using her deactivator she tells Obi-Wan, "Just because I'm a pacifist doesn't mean I won't defend myself".

And this is true. If Satine was so opposed to violence that she wouldn't fight back if threatened, she either would have died on the Coronet or been taken captive by the Separatists. She would have been killed back during the first confrontation with Vizsla, or during the arc on Coruscant. She would not have taken part in the warehouse raid. Satine was not opposed to violence in self-defense, she was opposed to violence as the first option and lethal violence as anything but a last resort.

One of the only times Satine doesn't fight back is when Pre Vizsla and his Death Watch soldiers invade the palace during the coup. If she had fought back, she would have given Vizsla exactly what he wanted: evidence of her betraying her ideals just when her people needed them the most, and an excuse to kill everyone on her side of the throne room. Satine made a choice to let herself be captured in order to spare as many lives as she could. And the minute she has a chance to escape, she takes it.

Then there's the common fandom idea that Satine is destroying Mandalorian culture, which is just ridiculous. Culture is more than just martial abilities and rigid clan hierarchies. It's food, art, clothing, language, etc. Satine telling her people they're not allowed to kill and bomb each other indiscriminately and empowering a central government over the hereditary clan-based caste system is not destroying Mandalorian culture, it's trying to save Mandalorian culture. After all, who'll be left to practice their traditions, to speak their language and sing their songs, if they wipe themselves off the face of the galaxy?

Mandalore had been jumping from one massive civil war to the next for generations, not to mention the wars against outside powers like the Republic. These are massive depopulating events. Each successive war does more and more damage to the planets in the Mandalorian sector. Mandalore went from a lush jungle to a desert. Concordia was nearly entirely deforested. A third of Concord Dawn is rubble drifting through space.

Satine made decisions that, until the machinations of the Sith, brought a level of prosperity and growth to Mandalore that it hadn't seen in living memory. The forests of Concordia were growing again. Trade was beginning to flow. Her people were happy and not constantly fearing war if one of the Houses took offense to something another one did.

Satine encouraged and promoted the aspects of Mandalorian culture outside of the martial domain. She was a patron of Mandalorian artists, and favored geometric designs and art styles, something that most Mandalorians also enjoyed. Her personal yacht was designed to display Mandalorian goods to representatives of other sectors/governments/galactic powers in order to promote trade and encourage a demand for Mandalorian goods. Her iconic dress with the massive headdress is meant to look like a mythosaur, with her earrings serving as the tusks.

She had that classic Mandalorian love for children. The only times we've ever seen her come close to compromising her principles was when children were threatened. When Mandalorian children were being poisoned by black market tea, she threatened the school's superintendent with violence. She was so enraged by the senseless deaths of many of the poisoned children she ordered the warehouse the black market goons had set up in burned down. When Almec went to torture Korkie and his friends she almost gave in to his demands, despite not cracking when she herself was under torture.

And New Mandalore in general was not a society built on cultural genocide like so many people in this fandom like to claim. In New Mandalorian Society a traditional kar'ta was present on many buildings, clothing (there are like five on the Academy's uniforms), and even hairstyles. Sundari's architecture was filled with geometric buildings that only really differed from the Clan Wren stronghold in height and number of turrets.

The real major difference between New Mandalorian culture and the old ways is those not of the noble, warrior caste had much less political power under the old system. New Mandalorian society is committed to peace, because many New Mandalorians are everyday individuals who now get a say in a diplomatic government instead of watching their system get crushed under leaders who only need to know how to fight well. Farmers don't have to worry about their local lord and his dumbass kid pissing off the neighboring lord, leading to a war that burns their fields and orphans their children. Business owners and employees don't have to worry about losing their shops/factories/office spaces in constant bombings.

Speaking of New Mandalorian society, another common misconception I see is people claiming Satine/New Mandalore was racist because it's all white blondes and brunettes. So like, that was a bad design decision by the Clone Wars crew, who wanted to make Mandalore look like space Scandinavia, and it's compounded by the reuse of models and assets. Korkie's class at the Academy has three groups of identical triplets. The crowds of Mandalorian citizens have so many repeated models, hairstyles, and the like, that there are more identical individuals there than on Kamino. The explanation there isn't "Satine is racist", it's "Cartoon Network gave them zero animation budget". Mandalore only got more diverse after Filoni got called out for it and had the budget and opportunity to fix it, which happened after Satine's rule ended.

Also, I see a lot of people taking the word of Death Watch members, children of Death Watch members, and Death Watch-aligned groups as gospel when it comes to Satine. Like, holy unreliable narrator Batman! If the person criticizing Satine is a member of the terrorist group dedicated to her death, a child of one of those terrorists who has probably been indoctrinated in Satine hate from day one, or a member of one of the splinter factions of that terrorist group, they're probably just a little bit biased, ya know? Satine's people genuinely loved her, Pre Vizsla had to stage elaborate schemes with Sith backing to sway the people's support away from her.

Oh, and people like to say that Satine was a bad leader/bad politician because she "left Mandalore weak" and "wouldn't join the Clone Wars". Which is just— did we watch the same show?

Joining the Clone Wars would have been Bad with a capital B. Palpatine wanted a Grand Army of the Republic presence on all the major worlds to facilitate his takeover when the time for Order 66 came. Mandalore was a priority target, remember when he doctored that footage of Satine's Deputy Minister to get the Senate to vote on sending troops?

Mandalore was along the Hydian Way, a major hyperspace route that was the site of frequent conflict. Mandalore's place on the Hydian Way, if they had joined either the Republic or the Separatists, would have made it and its vassal worlds battlefields. It would have devastated the hesitantly recovering Mandalorian people and the even more hesitantly recovering ecosystems of the planets.

Mandalore's position along the Hydian Way also meant that for some trade goods it depended on the CIS and for others it depended on the Republic, so committing to one side or the other would have made the already dangerous black market situation during the war even worse. What Satine did by declaring Neutrality and forming the Council of Neutral Systems was protect the interests of her people and form a voting block to prevent those interests from being trampled over.

Even with all its problems, Mandalore under Satine was strong, just going through issues many other worlds underwent during the war. Death Watch was a relatively new problem, as Pre Vizsla and his followers only got up the guts to act when their Sugar Daddy Dooku gave them Separatist backing. The food shortages were directly tied to the war disrupting the major trade route Mandalore depended on. Corruption amongst members of the government was a plot point in half the episodes of the show.

Mandalore only fell because Satine fell. Satine kept the war away from Mandalore as much as she could. Sideous couldn't get troops onto Mandalore while Satine was alive. With the exception of the very vocal Death Watch minority, the people were united behind her. It was only by running false flag operations with Maul's Shadow Collective that Death Watch was able to generate enough support to stage a coup. A coup that involved killing any government officials and trained warriors who refused to forswear their loyalty to the Duchess, thus robbing Mandalore of a considerable number of possible defenders and the people who knew how things ran and where the paperwork was filed.

If it wasn't for Vizsla's coup, and Maul's second secret coup, there would have been no need for Republic troops at the Seige of Mandalore, because there would have been no Seige of Mandalore. But there was, and Mandalore fell to the Empire. Which led to more internal Mandalorian on Mandalorian violence, which killed even more warriors. Which paved the way for the Night of a Thousand Tears.

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-ˋˏ 𝘊𝘖𝘕 𝘓𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘈 ˎˊ-

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Din Djarin x afab!fem!reader (reader is described as POC)

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Mando crashes in an unknown planet, he didn’t expect to be saved by such a distinct individual; much less to learn plenty about her and the world that she lived in. Safe to say that her charm didn’t go unaware by him.

— 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+ content (minors dni), oral sex (f!receiving), teasing, blindfolds, voice kink(? Kinda, vaginal fingering, mentions of arranged marriage, body worship, I think that’s it.

— 𝘢/𝘯: this is my first time writing smut, so it might not be great but I’m working on it. Also, English isn’t my first language, therefore I apologize for any mistakes. Ps: this fic will have continuity and it contains certain elements of indigenous cultures (nothing specific, mostly general stuff brought together to create fiction).

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| Six months before Mando

meets Grogu for the first time |

"Dank Farrik!" Mando mutters when he suddenly loses control of his ship. The smoke around him becomes suffocating and the bounty hunter doesn't know where it's coming from. Probably a damaged engine. The wound on his side stings greatly and his vision starts to get blurry as all he can see now is the blue sky of the unknown planet he was now landing on. Well, more like crashing on.

"I hate pirates." He managed to say, breathless, before he passed out and the razor crest stumbled to the ground.

•••

When Mando finally woke up, everything around him was unfamiliar. He was no longer in the razor crest. In fact, he had no idea where he was.

"You're awake." Said a voice next to him.

His first instinct was to reach for his blaster, but the ghost of it lingered on his fingers. As if for instinct, he checked for his other weapons, but he had been stripped of them, along with his armor. He felt vulnerable, naked, exposed... At least his helmet remained where it was supposed to be.

"Were you seriously going to point this vile weapon at me? The one that saved you?" Mando slowly raised his head to see the woman standing beside him. Her voice had a weird accent that he couldn't quite pinpoint, and her skin was tan, like bathed in sunlight. She was holding his blaster, staring at it as if it was a hideous creature.

The mandalorian realized that there was a bandage were he was previously injured by a knife. His underarmor remained, but it was ripped and dirty. He sighed, sitting up in the bed where he had been laying.

"Who are you?" The woman, dressed in a white silk robe, tied with a golden belt at her waist, stayed completely silent while she left the blaster on the nightstand by the bed. "Where am I?"

"You're in no position to make questions. Don't you think?" Mando scanned his surroundings, picking up every detail that could possibly reveal where he was. The room was big, peaceful and very open, with wide balconies that would let the warm, golden sunlight spill all over the place. It didn't seem like this was a crowded and loud planet, like corousant; if anything, the architecture reminded him of naboo. But the woman didn't seem like a naboo resident, not with that skin and dark long hair that fell on her back in a thick braid. She wore golden jewelry, in her fingers, arms, ankles and ears... She looked like nothing he had ever seen, and to be fair, as a very experienced bounty hunter, he had seen plenty.

"I don't know." Mando said, noticing the pain that struck his injury and limbs. "I think... I think I can take you."

He didn't mean it. At least, not completely. He had learned that things that looked innocent and naive are usually the deadliest.

"Not in that state." She replied with a smile. "Matter of fact, you're about to go on trial in about an hour, so I suggest you get cleaned up and prepare a proper speech."

"What?!" The man couldn't hide his astonishment. "Trial for what? Almost dying?" The lady turned her back to him. "Hey!"

"Why are you really here, bounty hunter?" She asked. Her voice was serious and low, warning him that he should be careful with his words.

"I don't know where I am."

"Yeah, right." She snorted, barely looking back at him.

"Am I supposed to know?" Once again, the woman didn't respond. Din just stood there, admiring her silhouette, painted with the lights and shadows that naturally formed in their surroundings. There was something graceful, yet dangerous about the way she carried herself around. "Look..."

He tried to reach her side, but before he could step forward a dark shadow fell in front of him, blocking his way with a fierce growl. It was an unknown creature with feline characteristics, covered in black fur, two pointy ears and enormous fangs that didn't even fit it's mouth. The animal barely looked like a cub, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

"It's okay." She whispered, and the animal slowly left it's guard down, approaching her side and laying at her feet, purring. "I believe you, mandalorian. But things aren't looking great right now." She petted the creature's head before looking at him dead in the eye. "There were pirates following you, which usually indicates that people know about us. And it doesn't really matter if I trust you, cause it's not me who you have to convince."

"Then who is?" She gulped and her gaze wandered from him.

"I can't say much. Not until the trial is over." Was her response. "But I can tell you're an honest person, mandalorian."

"Mando." She tilted her head and smiled warmly at him.

"Okay. Mando." He nodded slightly. "Get ready soon, I'll be waiting right outside. You may wear your beskar armor, but since you're under our custody, any weapons shall remain in our power."

"I understand." Din didn't like it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Before the woman and her pet left the room, he stopped her. "Wait." She raised an eyebrow at him, curious. "What should I call you?"

She seemed to think about his question, but her answer was rather simple and mysterious. "You may call me whatever you want."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

You couldn't believe what just happened. An outsider; and nonetheless, a mandalorian, had just crashed in your planet. Your whole life you had lived hearing tales about the sky people...

The evil sky people that wanted to conquer your people and steal the riches of your planet. But you had finally met one, and he seemed... Oblivious.

Mando.

He was a peculiar one. You couldn't make up your mind about him, but one thing was clear to you: he wasn't a bad person. The people of your planet could always tell when someone was lying, and he seemed like an honest one. At least for a bounty hunter.

Asteria was an extremely rich planet, in every sense of the word. Minerals, food, technology, wildlife, landscapes, etc. So, the habitants had learned not to trust outsiders ages ago, disappearing the planet from every radar and map, making it seem as if they didn't exist. Occasionally, people would try to sneak, but asterians were raised ruthless warriors, instructed to not let anyone in.

This, however, was a different situation.

Mando didn't land there intentionally, at least not at first sight, and he hadn't been violent towards you, even when he had the chance. But asterians were distrustful people, and questioning him was an obligation. A necessity.

Therefore, you were now waiting outside your own room, where you took him and healed him, your spear in hand and a hint of nervousness.

The palace was a big and open place, usually very crowded by other people. But right now it was awfully silent and empty; probably because everyone was gathering with the tribe leaders to hear what the mandalorian had to say. So naturally, you were the only soldier guarding him. Well, you and nyx.

Nyx was a wildcat, a unique species that had only existed in your planet. You had rescued him when he was born, right after his mother passed away, due to a hunting injury. Animals in Asteria were considered sacred, so hunting them, eating them or destroying their homes was punished by death. Greedy people existed all over the galaxy, and sadly, your planet wasn't the exception; especially because wildcat's fangs were great for weapon making. Either way, you made sure that the transgressor got what he deserved, and sheltered nyx to raise him. He was not a pet to you, as asterians didn't own animals; he was your familiar, an extension of you. That was it, you didn't need anyone else...

When an hour exactly had passed, you opened the door again only to see Mando standing right in the middle, adjusting his chest plate.

"Does your under armor need fixing?" You asked, politely.

"It's okay. I've got a change in my ship." As if realization has suddenly hit him, he went extremely stiff. "Is my ship too damaged?"

You shake your head. "It'll need repair, but it's nothing serious." You paused, your eyes fixating on his wound. "Does it hurt? I did my best, but I'm still learning..."

"Nothing unbearable." He responded dryly. Tilting his head to Nyx's direction, whose tail was waving around your legs.

"Good." You were expecting a thank you, but he seemed far too unreachable as to ask for it, so you said nothing. "Walk in front of me." You pointed the spear to him, no too menacing, but not too soft either.

Din wasn't a fool. He knew that whoever these people were, they must be incredibly powerful, not only weapon-wise, but in terms of skill too. They left him alone in that room with his armor and a blaster, either trusting he wouldn't try anything (which he didn't believe) or knowing that, whatever he did, they'd be able to stop him. He knew better than to try and shoot his way out of this one.

You tied his hands behind his back with magnetic cuffs while he remained extremely silent. In fact, he remained in silence all the time you guided him through the halls of the Asterian palace. You guessed he was observing and gathering information of your world with everything he was seeing. The tall walls, the clean colors and lack of decorations and every open balcony from which the sunset light would spill into the place.

"Who will I answer to?" He asked suddenly, not looking back in your direction.

"The leader of our tribe." You replied. "He's a harsh man, but he'll trust you if you tell him the truth."

"Are you a soldier?" Mando wondered, curious, but rather stern.

"Yes."

"Is the leader some kind of king?"

"There are no kings in Asteria. The strongest and wisest is always our leader, and he cannot lead by himself." You explained.

"What does that mean?"

"You ask too many questions." You replied, annoyed. Stopping right in front of the gates that lead to the council room. "You better keep them to yourself if you want your head to remain attached to your shoulders." You feel him tense up, even if it's not visible. "I'm not threatening you. I'm warning you."

"Is there a difference?" You can't really tell if he's joking or not, but you laugh anyways.

"Good luck, Mando."

•••

The room was crowded and loud, even as huge as it was. Mando noticed that everyone there had similar features as you. Although, he thought, you were more distinct in an inexplicable way.

Right at the other side was a man, old and formidable. He had long hair, crowned by a feathered ornament, his ears were pierced and filled with golden earrings, such as his nose. His chest was exposed and filled with scars and colorful paint, as were many of other men in the room.

Mando felt the point of your spear in his lower back, sending a wave of electricity through his spine, forcing him to keep moving forward under the attentive gaze of the asterians. The man, whom he assumed was the leader, observed him fiercely while sat on a throne made of hard wood and thorns.

"Mandalorian." He said, standing up, and as that sole word was spoken, the whole room went silent. "I'd never seen one of your kind before." Mando didn't speak, and remained rigid and with his head held high. "Heard they were good at killing."

You glanced over at him, kind of admiring. There was something about Mando that intrigued and fascinated you, something rather unique that made him... Alluring. Yes, that was word.

He stood right there, in the middle of a room filled with the best warriors you had ever seen (including yourself), men and women that had cold-bloodedly killed all kinds of sky people just for trespassing the atmosphere of your planet, and yet, he looked so arrogant. His body remained all covered up by beskar that wouldn't show sight of his skin, while all the warriors of Asteria barely wore anything to combat, as a sign of how fearless and untouchable they were. Mando wasn't broader or taller than most of them, but there was something about his presence that made you feel intimidated right when he entered a room.

"Tell me. Is it true?" The bounty hunter tilted his head to the side and you wondered how such a simple gesture could be so attractive.

"Yes." He answered chastely.

"What do you think?" The leader asked in your language, turning to face you.

"I can't tell just yet, Att'ka." He nodded, side eying the mandalorian.

"What's your name, bounty hunter?"

"Mando."

"No." Att'ka gave him a harsh look and everyone sat at the edge of their seat at the sudden change in the ambience. "I asked what your name was, not what people call you."

For a moment, it seemed as if Mando wasn't gonna respond. The silence in the room was such that you thought everyone could hear your heartbeat, hitting violently against your chest. "Answer him." You whisper, almost worried. He turned slightly to see you, and you saw yourself reflected on his visor.

Another moment of silence in which he simply stared back at you; at least you guessed that's what he did, since you couldn't really tell, before he turned back to Att'ka.

"Din Djarin."

You finally let out the breathe you didn't know you were holding. And sooner than you realized, Att'ka was smiling.

"Trust. That's where your life relies on now, and you're off to a good start, Din Djarin." He continued, "I know your people don't give their names to anyone, so you giving it to me means I know, you're to be trusted."

Mando simply bowed his head, as if he was measuring his words. The palms of your hands were sweaty against the spear.

"So, tell me. What are you doing in Asteria, Din Djarin?"

"I accidentally crashed here. To be fair, I didn't even know about the existence of this planet before my ship landed on it." He said, voice determined through the modulation of his helmet.

"But you were followed by pirates. Why?"

"I had just delivered a quarry, someone that was close to them. If they couldn't have him back, they would at least try to steal my credits." He explained, careful with his tone. "I can usually take a couple of them, but they attacked me at night, all at once. I couldn't properly fly my ship while being injured. That's how I ended up here, trying to lose them."

After he finished talking, a wave of murmurs arose in the room. "So you've never heard of our planet before?" Mando shook his head in response.

"What do you think, A'mohra?" Att'ka asked you, calling you by your tribe name. "Is he telling the truth?"

"I sense no lies or fear in him, Att'ka. Perhaps, he was just unlucky." You answered, shrugging. For a couple seconds, he seemed to be meditating what he'll do next.

"H'arrat." Shit. The last name you wanted to hear now. "What would you have me do with this man?"

You turned your head to the left, only to see a man stand up from the crowd. Att'ka's son, the tribe's favorite to succeed his father as leader... And, if that happened, your future husband.

"The mandalorian does not deserve death. But we cannot let him go, he already knows about us." Said. "I think we should lock him up."

"Here?" You asked, abruptly. "To do what? He'll just be a burden, even as a prisoner. We do not keep prisoners." Everyone knew you were the type to talk back and not keep your thoughts to yourself, however, directly questioning H'arrat during an auditory was extreme. That wouldn't be a problem if you were his wife, but now you had just contradicted him, and therefore, his father. Thank the maker, they both seemed interested in what you had to say.

"So what do you propose, A'mohra?" Asked the leader. Mando slightly turned his head to your side, but you ignored him.

"His injured, Att'ka. And his ship is damaged. The bounty hunter has nowhere to go, unless we help him. Convenience. It might be dangerous to let him go, but will we really risk an innocent man's life just because he was trying to survive? It doesn't seem fair. Is this really who we want to be?" Your voice echoes through the room, but you make sure to add just enough emotion to shake everyone present. One way or another, they'd listen to you.

The silence lasted what you felt like forever before Att'ka spoke again. "If," he said, slowly, "this man is to remain on Asteria until his wounds heal and his ship is repaired, will you answer for him, A'mohra?" He paused, letting your mind to settle. "If he breaks any of our rules, will you face the consequences of his actions? Will you be responsible for Din Djarin's life for as long as he stays in our planet?"

That was a lot to process. You didn't even know him, and the little you did know wasn't really anything good. Nonetheless, something in your heart ached to say yes.

"Wait." Mando stepped forward to the leader, but before he could even process what was happening, you were blocking his way with your spear. "No, there must be- "

"I will."

"And if letting him flea our planet brings any further consequences in the future," the man proceeded, "will you face them in his behalf?"

In the corner of your eye you perceived the slight head shake that Mando gave you, such a small gesture that you doubt anyone but yourself could've noticed.

"I will."

"Good. Then we'll settle it democratically. Take the mandalorian outside and wait for me to give you the response."

You nod and bow your head down before motioning at him to follow you. Once behind the closed doors, he sighed. "You didn't have to do that."

"I did."

"What if I do something to offend you? To offend your people?" He asked, exasperated. "I don't want you to me responsible for any of my actions."

"Then don't do anything stupid."

"I..." for a moment, he seemed about to fight back and contradict you, but the second he saw that look in your eyes: determined, fierce, beautiful... Mando just couldn't say anything, he was completely taken aback. "Fine. This is the way."

Silent, you laid against the white wall without letting go of your spear. Nyx, who couldn't previously accompany you to the hearing, had waited patiently for you outside and was now staring menacingly at the handcuffed mandalorian.

"Is your name A'mohra?" He asked after a while.

"No. That's my tribe name, but not my birth name." That was a vague response, to which he simply stared back at you, expecting. "It's pretty common that asterian people give each other names based on something characteristic of the person. Att'ka means 'great father', H'arrat is what you'd call a great warrior in your language. Whereas A'mohra means 'kind spirit'."

"Seems fitting." Mando says. "Considering you saved my life. Twice, apparently."

You huff a laugh. "I used to hate it when I was younger. I wanted to be praised for my intelligence or my ability to fight." You caress Nyx's head as you speak. "Until I realized... Anyone in this planet can be a great soldier, but not everyone can really be kind. Att'ka says that's what will make me a good leader."

Your explanation simply brought more questions to the bounty hunter's mind, but before he could make them, the loud sound of the doors opening startled you both. It was H'arrat.

"Looks like it's your lucky day, mandalorian."

•••

Night fell quickly after that.

The tribe exited the throne room, giving Mando dubious looks whenever they walked past him. Att'ka was the last one to come out.

"Be careful." He whispered, although you were sure that Mando could hear him. "You will look after him. But most importantly, you'll have to look out for yourself."

You didn't answer, in fact, he didn't give you the opportunity to say anything before he left the two of you alone in the darkening hall. You sighed, walking towards him so you could take off the handcuffs.

"You heard them." You say, while doing so. "Try anything funny and I'll feed you to Nyx." You feel his body relax under your hands.

"I won't. You've been good to me." He replied in low voice. "I won't forget that."

You look up at his visor and wonder how'd you look like through his eyes and the polarized helmet. His words calmed you, meaning you'd probably done the right thing.

"Come. I'll show you where you'll sleep."

He did so, walking behind you as he admired the three moons in your planet, each one in a different phase and projecting their light upon the palace, which artificial lamps were fainted. Din was somewhat confused, his brain was still trying to process everything that had happened today and a part of him was convinced he was dreaming.

"Here." You say. "You'll stay next to my room."

Mando nodded, but didn't open the door. He stayed there in the dark corridor, standing next to you in silence.

"Okayyy." You invade his personal space so you can open the door for him. "I'll-uh... I'll get you something to eat in the morning and-". You gulped, trying to remain casual even if you had no idea what to say or do next. "We can start working on your ship after that."

Mando nodded again, looking down at you from his height. There was a hint of nervousness in your chest and you weren't sure you knew the reason for it.

"Thank you." His voice was low, and it came out almost as a whisper. You wanted to ask what for? Or something that'll take seriousness out of the matter, but he sounded so sincere that it genuinely froze your thoughts. And even if you wanted to reply with anything, he closed that door behind him before you could.

You leaned against the wall and sighed deeply, finally letting go of the spear. Nyx's shiny eyes were the only thing you could distinguish in the darkness of your room.

What had you done?

That's the question that echoed your mind. But most importantly,

What will you do now?

(…)

Two weeks had gone by already since you were commanded to take care of Mando, and considering he wasn't particularly a people person, you two had become each other's best companions.

Other tribe members preferred to ignore him most of the time, not because they were rude but because they weren't used to having strangers around; although some others had grown used to his presence reluctantly and liked to ask for his help from time to time. Nonetheless, Mando was curious, so he'd ask you questions whenever he could, his favorite time being when you two were alone working on his ship, which was almost all day long for the past few days.

"How can you know so much about other people in the galaxy but others know nothing about you?" He asked while he opened the controller box and you focused on the razor's wings.

"It's our planet's magnetic field." You explained. "It allows messages from outside to come through, but nothing can go past our atmosphere. So we study the rest of you and adapt some of your technologies, education and economics to our society. Besides, sky people think Asteria is inhabitable." When you're finished, you reach his side in the cockpit. "Why am I telling you this? You better stop asking questions, cause I really don't have any filter."

"You don't trust me?" He asked, almost sarcastically, without even moving in your direction.

"No."

"Then why are you here with me alone and unarmed?" Mando closed the box he was working on and finally tilted his head towards you.

"Maybe I know that I don't need any weapons to beat your ass." You say, smiling down at him.

Fine, you had to admit it. You were flirting with him. You had been for a while now, but you were uncertain of his own response. Mando was always so stoic and robotic it was hard to tell if he didn't notice or if he just didn't care.

"Maybe." Was his reply, standing straight and hovering over you. Your breath hitched in your chest as he walked closer to you.

"I'll tell you what." You say, coming up with and idea. "You get three questions for each day as long as you're staying in Asteria."

"I get to ask anything I want?" You nod.

"Anything you want."

That's how he started to pour all his thoughts on you, and you started a routine. Every morning during that week you'd knock on his door to get breakfast (he'd usually eat it fast in his room, so he could take off his helmet), you would ask about his wounds and how he was feeling and later head off to the palace's workshop, where the razor crest had been transferred for repairing.

"Does your whole tribe live in the palace?" Mando questions.

"No. The palace isn't only for the leader or his family, it's more like... A shelter, you might say." The natural light was fading in the garage, which could only mean it was already past noon.

"A shelter?" His voice was muffled through the distance. He was now under the ship, whereas you were working on the engine.

"Yeah. Orphans or vulnerable people are welcome to stay here if they need to, but no one stays for too long." You answer, struggling to work with the burnt screws and metals.

"And..." Mando paused, as if he shouldn't ask what he was thinking.

"Me?"

"Yeah." You laugh at that.

"My parents died a while ago, but-" you groan when you start to see smoke were there shouldn't be. "I guess I'm here because... uh-" you finally give up, taking off the gloves violently. "Because I'm supposed to marry Att'ka's son."

You hear a loud metallic noise coming from where he was working and then silence.

"Mando?" No response. "Hey, Mando? Are you alright?"

After a short moment, you see him roll from under the razor with one of his tools on hand, looking a bit startled.

"Yes. I was just..." He sighs, getting up. "I'm fine."

You finish up what you were doing and jump off the top of the ship to join him. Mando was leaning against the crest's side, arms crossed and weight resting in one leg.

"What?" You ask with a smirk. "You didn't think a woman like me could be engaged?"

He didn't answer, instead, he scanned you with his gaze from head to toe, slowly. That wasn't really helping your nerves and that tiny crush you had started to develop on him.

"I didn't say that." He replies, straightening his posture. A sudden silence falls between you and you shift uncomfortably. You didn't really want to bring up the whole H'arrat topic, specially with him.

"Hey. It's late, we should head back inside." Mando agrees to your suggestion and follows you closely. It was funny, you thought, how you were the one supposed to look after him but every time you walked side by side it seemed like he was the one guarding you.

The big, scary mandalorian, a man covered in beskar with a presence that can make anyone shiver. He was admittedly terrifying; everything about him seemed so intimidating and menacing that even without his weapons you'd probably shit your pants if you saw him.

"Oh, stars..." you curse under your breath when you realize why the castle appeared so empty and quiet today.

"What is it?" The bounty hunter asks, freezing in his spot.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve." You mutter to yourself. "Everyone must be out for the preparations..."

Mando seems to relax his stiff posture, but still remains silent, expecting you to explain what you had just said.

"It's the longest night of the year, and the night when our three moons align. We... we make a couple of celebrations and eat a lot of sweets, but..." you pause for a moment, trying to think before you could speak. "The real deal is the meteor shower. It's quite a sight to see after four hundred days."

He tilts his head to you. "And why aren't you with your people?"

"I'm supposed to take care of you, remember?" You say with a hint of sarcasm.

"I can take care of myself." He responds with a groan of annoyance.

"Yeah, I bet. But I don't trust you." Mando looks down at you before relaxing his pose.

"Have I done anything to earn your distrust?" He asks blankly, and his assertiveness takes you by surprise.

You think quietly about your response. Did he? No, not really. As you said once, he was just unlucky.

"No." You whisper. "It's just that I... My whole life I've been thought not to trust anyone outside my tribe."

Mando remains silent, but you can tell that he understands what you mean. And he really does. There was something similar about you and him... His creed, your tribe. The way you both had something you'll give everything up for made him believe that, after all, you weren't as different as he had thought.

"Would you like to see it?" Your question interrupts his train of thoughts.

"Mm?"

"The meteor shower, tomorrow." You respond, lowly, moving your feet. "Would you like to see it?"

Mando holds still for a second, taking a step towards you. "You said... On my first night here, you said I couldn't leave the palace."

You close the distance between you, and now you can feel the cold beskar on his chest brush against your skin.

"I did."

"What changed? Won't it be dangerous?" He was so tense, but you could tell he was staring at you intently.

"Only if someone important sees us." You could feel your blood rushing through your veins and your heart pounding against your chest. You wanted to touch him, raise a hand and place it on the beskar covering his body, but you were still frightened by him, or his response.

"I'd like to see it." He whispers. "But I don't want to get you in trouble."

You smile at him, seeing yourself reflected on his visor under the dim lights of the corridor.

"Don't worry about me." You reassure. "I want to show you my planet... If you'll let me."

"Why?" Mando sounds genuinely confused. "How do you know I won't try anything? You just said you don't trust me."

"I don't. But I know you're not a greedy man. At least for a bounty hunter." You explain, trying to stay calm when he shifts his weight and leans in closer to you. "Or maybe it's just the fact that I can't seem to think straight whenever you're around."

You clearly couldn't control your mouth either.

Mando tilts his visor in surprise, but doesn't move or respond, staying as still as a sleeping drone. Shit. You messed up.

"I'm sorry!" You shake your head and take three steps back. "Shit, shit, shit, forget I said that."

You move your hands in embarrassment and start walking fast, not even bothering to check if he was following you or not. As soon as you reached your room, you closed the door behind you and almost banged your head against it.

"Fuck."

In the darkness of the room you hear Nyx yawn and feel him move closer to you. You could feel the anxiety creeping over you, and the animal could probably sense how bad you were feeling, since he started caressing you with his head.

"Shit, he surely thinks I'm a weirdo, doesn't he?" The embarrassment you were feeling was unbelievable, so all you could do was stare at the ceiling in silence, thinking about every possible outcome.

You probably stay like that about an hour or so before you hear a faint knock on your door. You didn't bother to move, if it was him, and you were sure it was, you wouldn't be able to face him.

After a while, you hear him sigh deeply and count his steps, guessing he's gone now. You decide you'll see how to deal with this situation tomorrow, for now, you'll just take a shower and go to sleep.

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The next morning, however, you didn't deal with it at all. In fact, you decided it was better to avoid him. You get ready as usual, but when you were about to take him for breakfast as you had done for the past weeks, you sent a droid instead. Despite the fact that he had inherently told you he hates droids. And after that, you scape to the city alongside Nyx, to clear your mind.

You spend most of your day outside, escaping the public eye and mostly training in the woods, practicing bow and arrow. There's usually people around the place, but due to today's celebration everyone was probably downtown, getting prepared for tonight's bonfire. After a couple of hours, when the sky was turning pink and the clouds orange, you decided it was time to return to the palace.

Once in the shower you start thinking of how good it was to have time for yourself and how you hadn't thought about Mando at all during the day. Well, maybe just a little.

Okay, a lot. And that frustrated you.

You breathe in deeply and decide that probably reading a book could help your troubled mind. You get out of the bathtub and tie your hair in a knot above your head, a couple of rebel locks falling messily around your face. Since it was already late, you chose to wear your nightgown and a silk robe above it, in case the air in your room got cold.

But once you open the door to your room, you felt that something wasn't quite right. You immediately scanned the area for Nyx, but it was hard to see solely with the pouring moonlight. However, you still knew he wasn't there. When you finally identified an uncertain presence, you rapidly crossed the room to grab your bow and point an arrow towards the intruder. But then, in the middle of darkness you were able to perceive a hint of shiny beskar, shining through the nightlight.

"Mando?" You narrow your eyes before turning the nightstand lamp on. "Shit Mando, you almost sent me into a damn coma!"

You yell at him, leaving the weapon were it was before, taking a hand to your chest to settle your heartbeat. You look at him, expecting to see the man waving a white flag, after all, you'd just pointed an arrow to his chest. Nonetheless, Mando wasn't that easily scared (he was a mandalorian bounty hunter, for fucks sake), matter of fact, he seemed utterly calm despite it.

He was leaning against the wall, next to your bed, just as relaxed as he appeared yesterday noon in the razor crest, a leg crossed over the other and a nonchalant posture as his helmet's visor was fixated on your figure. However, something wasn't adding up. It was as if he resembled a time bomb, you don't know when it'll explode but you know that it eventually will. You couldn't help but wonder if this was how his victims felt whenever they saw him... Knowing that you'll be hunted down by him, just like a rat trapped inside a maze.

Somehow scary, but exciting at the same time. The mere thought and the way he was blatantly staring at you made the pitch of your stomach warm up and your heart race again.

"You've been avoiding me." He says in a modulated, low grunt.

Damn, his voice is hot.

"That's not- that's not it." Why are you stuttering?

"Yes it is. I came looking for you yesterday and..." He tries to keep his voice calm, but you could clearly tell he was mad. "Just when I thought I'd get to see you, you sent a droid to me." His breathing is irregular, you can tell even through the modulator. "You know I fucking hate droids."

Suddenly, you feel guilty and cornered. Yeah, you did know that. Now you feel not only embarrassed but stupid too, and you can't help but divert your eyes from him.

"No, look at me." Mando then straightens up and starts walking in your direction, slowly. "Just be honest..." his steps are heavy and his cape waves with the wind that enters through your balcony. "Why are you avoiding me?"

His voice was demanding, leaving no room for questions or complaints. You can't help but feel your nerves buzzing and your jaw clench at the sudden proximity between you. It was so overwhelming that you had to step back, even if he was still reaching out to you.

"I..." your back hits the wall and you're now pressed against it and the cold metal on his body, alarmingly close to yours. Shit, you felt your skin burning at the proximity, thinking about how much you needed his gloved hands on you. "I'm sorry."

"That doesn't answer my question." He says blankly, and now the distance between you seemed tortuous; the way his hard body lingered close to yours, so much you can see your warp reflection on his helmet, yanked in your direction, and feel each other's body temperature.

How frustrating.

"Fuck, Mando. I said I'm sorry, what else do you need to know?" The mandalorian's amo belt pressed against your chest when he leaned to reach your height, stretching an arm to the wall behind you, right next to your head, towering over you.

"The truth."

It was as if something snapped in your brain, like every cell in your body decided to explode and there was no way you could just hold your tongue back.

"You want the truth?" Your voice comes out sharp and accusing as you face him, all your previous embarrassment washing away with a jolt of courage. "The thing is, I don't even know how to act around you, Mando. You get in my head so fast that it's annoying! I may have a tiny, stupid crush on you that I don't know how to handle because no man has had me teasing him this much and not ask to see my tits right then and there. You. You however, seem to be unreachable and that is driving me fucking insane! You've got me begging for your attention like a silly teen who's never been with a man before."

You figure maybe that's enough, but no, now you couldn't stop talking.

"And I know you've seen me. I mean, seen me. So I figured, maybe he is interested... But, shit." Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you stare at where his eyes are supposed to be. "Fuck, it's like talking to a damn wall. It's incredibly stupid, cause I've never even seen your face, know barely anything about you and above all, I should hate you. That's what I've been thought my whole life, and in spite of that, I just want you to..."

Then you abruptly shut your mouth and throw your head back. You let out a deep sigh and divert your gaze to the balcony, from where the tall trees and mountains of Asteria were visible. Mando doesn't move a muscle, and your words simply float across the cold dorm.

"What?" He whispers after a moment, making you look back at him.

"Huh?"

Stars, why was his voice so warm and low, and sexy...? He could probably read you the instructions of a shampoo bottle and you'd still be turned on by it.

"You want me to do what?"

A shiver runs down your spine when the hand that was resting on the wall comes down to cup your cheek. The leather on his gloves is mild and you can't help but close your eyes at the contact., although just for a split second.

"You mean to tell me that–" you can hear Mando's heavy breathing as he tries to formulate a sentence. "For the past two weeks, you've been testing my patience, teasing the hell out of me..." his finger roams over your bottom lip and you melt under his touch, the kind you've been craving for. "All of those times when you'd accidentally bump into me, every single time you'd look up at me with those pretty eyes of yours– fuck- I thought... And here I was thinking it was all in my head." He snarls, and you can't believe his words.

"So you...?"

"Yes, I noticed." Suddenly, his other hand comes to rest on your hip. "But I figured, since you're engaged..."

"Not yet, technically. And it doesn't really matter. Until the wedding day I am allowed to fuck whoever I want." Your hands shot to his broad shoulders, but you're still uncertain.

"So that's what you want, then?" He grabs your waist with both his hands, digging his fingers with light strength. "You want me to fuck you?"

You nod, feeling yourself get wet at his words.

"You should've asked since the beginning." Mando groans, rubbing circles on your hips with his thumb. "Tell me, did you enjoy teasing me?" He asks in a murmur, deep from his throat.

"I- I didn't..." you gasp when his knee spreads your legs and you feel the cold air hit your exposed thighs, the movement dragging the fabric of your nightgown up. "I didn't know..." one of his hands comes to caress the newly exposed flesh and your mind struggles to focus on anything other than him. "I didn't think you cared."

You feel him huff a laugh. "You have no idea what you do to me..."

As his hand goes higher, you raise your leg to embrace him, bring his body closer to yours. Mando's hot and hard against you, and everything about him- about this, is exciting to you.

But then his hand suddenly stops and he lets go of you carefully, taking two steps back.

"Show me." He demands, voice steady and commanding. "Show me how much you want it."

You almost whimper at the loss of his tact, but the way he bossed you around turned a whole different level of excitement. You look at him through your lashes, not breaking the eye contact when you dropped the silk robe to the floor.

"Shit-." He chokes out a moan and you can't help but smirk. Your nightgown was completely translucent, and right at that moment you weren't wearing a bra. So, naturally, he couldn't help but stare at your breasts, the way your nipples were already hard and fully erect from excitement and the cold air.

You walk towards him slowly, letting him sink in the sight of your body. You place a hand on his chest plate and push him back slightly so he can sit on the edge of your bed. Mando's legs spread and you place yourself in between them.

"You- you're..." his breath hitches and then his hands are on you again. "So, so fucking beautiful. Fuck-"

One hand grabs your hip to keep you still while the other cups your breast over the thin fabric. Mando drags his thumb over your nipple, circling around it tortuously slow. You feel hypersensitive, moaning breathlessly when his other hand comes to your lower back.

"Mando..." your hand goes to his neck and you take his cape off, exposing a tiny bit of his tan skin. He squeezes your ass and you can't help the pant that escapes your parted lips. "Stars, you're killing me..."

You can't handle this pace anymore, so you come up to sit on his lap, straddling him.

"So impatient." He whispers, struggling to talk. "You've got to learn how to-how..." the words choke on his throat when you completely sit down on his clothed cock. His hands move from your inner thighs and slip under the gown, making their way over your waist and abdomen.

"I just..." your head goes to rest on his shoulder as you breath in his scent deeply. He smelled like soap, metal and leather. "I really need you, Mando." You say against his skin before placing a soft kiss near his Adam's apple. You feel him shudder and his cock twitches underneath you, further dampening your panties.

"Fuck this. Just-" he bucks his hips upwards and presses your body onto his, holding your waist and abruptly changing the positions so that he was now on top of you.

You hold back a chuckle at the motion, feeling his hands wandering through your body. You can't help the eagerness that scratches you, wanting to feel his skin pressing on yours. When he starts tracing the valley of your breasts with his fingertips you squeeze your thighs against his hips, but it seems like Mando wants to take his time to admire your body. However, every second that goes by in which he explores, yet ignores where you need him the most, simply increases your arousal and need.

You pinch your own nipple with your left hand, while the right one roams over the tent of his pants, looking straight at his visor. You saw your own reflection there, your open legs for his comfort, back arched just enough to give him the access needed, hair messy around your face and bedsheets while looking at him with begging eyes. You could understand why he was so entranced by the lewd sight. As Mando's hand goes up your neck, yours goes down to rub your clit over the thin fabric of your underwear and moan breathlessly at the contact.

The sound seems to ignite something in him, cause he immediately grabs your chin to hold your face in place and takes your wrist to stop the motion.

"We gotta work on that patience of yours." He murmurs, taking his thumb to your lips. You understand without the words, biting the top of his glove so he can take it off finally. His calloused hand is big and somewhat rough, just as warm as you thought I'd be and when his skin touches yours, it feels like your whole body is burning with desire.

"I've been patient." You whisper, closing your eyes when now both his both naked hands run circles on your nipples. "You neglected me."

"Mhm?" His voice sends vibrations through every nerve on your body. "You're right... And I'm sorry. Promise I'll make it up to you." After what seems like an eternity, his thumb goes directly for your clit, rubbing slow circles that snatch short moans out of your lips. "Shit- you're dripping-" Mando curses under his breath when he notices.

"It's you- your fault..." you can barely spit the words out. "Stars, I kept dreaming about th-this... Never thought it'd..." your panting increases when he moves your underwear to the side and the cold air hits your exposed, wet pussy. "It would feel this good..."

A low growl was his response and without warning he introduced two fingers in you, stretching you out with ease. You shut your eyes at the sudden action, but it didn't take long before he took them out, making you whine at the emptiness.

"Relax..." he murmurs as you look at his index and middle finger, glistening with your arousal. "We'll take it easy, ok? Let me know if I make you uncomfortable." His voice was soft and calming, although hoarse with desire, palpable even through the modulator of his helmet. You nod enthusiastically. "I need to hear it."

"Yes. Yes, Mando, please..."

The mandalorian raises his helmet just enough to take both fingers to his lips, licking them clean. The sight was filthy enough to send shivers down your spine, making you curse under your breath.

"Fuck..." he mutters, "you taste so good." The way he spoke plus the sudden grip on your inner thighs, spreading your legs, made you bite your lip to hold back your noises. "So good for me."

You grip the sheets, unable to hold onto him but desperate for some grounding contact. Mando then starts to take off your panties, slowly, helmet fixated just on your face while he gets rid of them. He gets on his knees between your legs, and you're pretty sure that his eyes are now on your dripping cunt. The bounty hunter kept murmuring dirty praises, but you were far too distracted with the sight to actually catch any of his words.

The cold beskar rubbed against your soft skin when he buried his face on your thighs, almost as if he wanted to feel your warmth even through the metal barrier. His tick fingers travelled from your tummy to your pelvis and then settled on your swollen pussy lips, making you gasp when his fingers entered you again. Only this time, he didn't remove them.

He was quick to find your sweet spot, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, curling them to hit all the right places while also rubbing your nub with his thumb. A mumble of inaudible curses left your lips, followed by light moaning. Mando inhales sharply, unable to hide his own excitement as he sees you rocking your hips to meet his pace, craving more of him.

"Look at you." He coos, voice darkened with lust. "You really want me so much that you'd just settle with my fingers?" You can't even answer properly, all you can hear now are the squelching sounds of your pussy, along with his ragged breathing. The mandalorian simply laughs.

You felt hot all over and the bottom of your stomach tightened as you were close to hitting that wave of pleasure you so looked for. But right when you were on the edge of reaching your high, Mando simply removed his hands from your body, making you whine at the sudden loss of ecstasy.

"What- why you'd stop for?" You manage to say, trying to catch your breath while supporting your weight on your elbows to look at him.

"I wanna try something." He says, standing to his full height. "Sit up." You do as told, letting the gown pool down once again. Mando holds your chin with one hand so that your eyes are fixated on his visor.

Maker, he almost lost it at that moment. Your eyes sparkled under the faint light, looking up at him almost pleadingly despite the mischievous smile that hanged on your lips and the messy hair that had loosen now, framing your features perfectly.

"Open." You took his fingers in your mouth, tasting yourself. You hollowed your cheeks and licked him clean, savoring his salty skin mixed with your arousal. You heard him choke down a moan before you let go of him and the sound was like music to your ears, adding to the heat between your legs.

"What's on your mind, Mando?" You ask, vaguely aware of how achingly hard he was under his pants, your mind still buzzing with pleasure.

"I'm going to make the most out of this empty palace." He answers, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "If I ask you to keep your eyes closed for a second, will you do it?"

You hesitate. There was a risk in that, something that would grant him a sense of power over you, and also, an opportunity. You didn't think he'd be stupid enough to try and runaway, but still...

"Please." He says, his voice barely audible. "Will you let me- can I...?" Mando struggles with words, sighing in desperation.

"Okay." You nod, giving him permission to do maker knows what. "But try anything funny and I swear, I'll-".

"I won't." You give him a warning look before closing your eyes shut. "Besides..." he says before you hear the sound of something similar to fabric ripping apart. "I want you. Probably too much to leave this planet before properly fucking you." You bite your bottom lip in expectation, sensing his movements and suddenly perceiving his body get close. Mando helps you out of the gown, removing the last piece of clothing that covered your body.

"Let me know if it's too tight." He whispers with the classic baritone voice. You're about to ask what he means, but instantly feel a pliable fabric covering your eyes.

"It's okay." You assure. "I feel somewhat weird and can't see shit, but... I'm alright."

You feel his body vibrate with a laugh. "Sure you can't see anything?"

"Yeah." He manhandles you to the middle of the bed, letting your head rest on your pillows. You can't help the nervousness and excitement that sits on the pit of your stomach. "Mando, I swear if you-"

Before you can finish the sentence, you hear a loud metallic thud on your nightstand, startling you. Soon after, you feel the bed give in under his weight and your heart starts thumping against your ribs.

"Mando..?" You mutter, tugging at the sheets beneath you.

"I'm here, cyare. I'm here." His hand traces the curve of your waist with a light, feathery touch, as if to calm you down. You gasp at the realization.

He's removed his helmet.

"Is-is this allowed?" You hiss when he settles between your legs once again, feeling a bit cold due to the wetness of your entrance.

"Loophole." He whispers in your ear, and you can't help but shudder.

His voice is velvety, manly and calming. For the first time since he's been in Asteria, you wonder how he'd look like under all that beskar. But no matter what, you were certain he was fairly attractive.

"How is your voice so hot?" You ask, hearing him chuckle. "It drives me insane." The heat of you body rises as he gets closer to you, and all of the sudden you feel the brush of his hair against your jaw. Your right hand shots to the nape of his neck, grazing the skin and his curls.

He has curly hair.

"You're so beautiful, cyare..." he murmurs before pressing his gentle lips under your ear, kissing the smooth skin. You ponder what that word he called you meant, all because it sounded so sweet coming from him. "You're the one that's got me acting like a complete fool."

Words get stuck in your throat when Mando starts placing hot, wet kisses along your jawline, neck and collarbones. His mouth feels heavenly and you can't help but notice the ticklish sensation of his facial hair roaming over the skin he grazes. Maker, how you wanted to look at him... But you can't even dare to touch his face, scared to cross his limits.

So your hand simply remains on his hair, messing it up, tugging your fingers on the soft locks and pulling, making him grunt at the feeling while your other hand holds tightly onto his bicep, digging your fingers on the muscle.

"Fu-fuck..." you groan when he shifts his weight and you feel his hard cock press against your inner thigh.

Mando's kisses travel to your breasts, and you moan mildly when his teeth catch your nipple, bitting and licking while fondling the other with his fingertips, leaving you a panting mess and increasing the wetness of your aching core, back arched to grant him all the access needed. He doesn't leave any part of your body unattended, almost as if he wanted to taste and touch every single section of you, get drunk on you.

Pants, moans and pleas kept leaving your parted lips, and you could tell just how mad that drove him, the fact that it was him and no one else granting you all this pleasure. Only him, a mandalorian, an outsider, could have the prettiest woman in that planet squirming underneath him. The fact that you couldn't see anything only made things ten times hotter, enhancing all your other senses.

"So beautiful..." he kept chanting, his body moving south, your hands never leaving him when he reached your throbbing cunt, but his lips only wandering around it.

"Pleasepleaseplease..." Mando laughs shortly, sending vibrations through your core.

"So eager." No time wasted, he bends down and licks slowly up your wetness, parting your pussy and teasing your clit. He almost goes feral at the way you tasted, much better than what he gathered from his fingers.

Unable to control your reactions, you grind your hips against his face and whimper at the sensation of his nose catching your clit, tugging at his hair. Mando pushes his tongue into you while holding your legs over his shoulders to keep you still.

At this point you're an absolute mess. And he can't say otherwise for himself. If anything, he was far worse; humping the sheets in hopes of reliving the aching pain on his rock hard cock. But Mando couldn't care any less... This, this- was his pleasure. You under him, shivering, moaning uncontrollably and struggling to say any other word that wasn't the name you called him while he greedily fucks you with his tongue, occasionally going to kiss and lick or rub your nub, eating you out like a starving man. Mando is absolutely lost in the way you take him, the flavor of your slick, how absolutely gorgeous you sound calling out to him and the divine image of you all spread out and blindfolded for him to wreck.

"Im gonna-" he hears your warning and immediately understands, but doesn't stop anyway. "Shit, shit, shit, Mando..."

Your body trembles as you start to feel the mind-blowing orgasm washing over you, eyes rolled at the back of your head and his name on your lips like a prayer. He doesn't slow down, never taking his eyes of off how pretty you look getting ruined by him. Your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the hard hitting sensation as you melt beneath Mando, pulling his hair harshly and hearing him grunt.

He licks you clean, sending small shocks of overstimulation through you, eventually spreading light kisses around your abdomen while your chest rises and falls in an attempt to compose yourself. Shortly after you feel a shift in the positions.

"You did good. Hopefully that'll remind you not to send droids to my door when I'm hoping to see that sweet face of yours." The helmet's back.

"I'll think about it." You tease, his hands taking off the improvised blindfold carefully. You blink twice, adjusting your eyes and focusing on him. "May I make it up to you?" The question appeals to him more than you could possibly tell, but he still shooks his head, leaving you in awe.

"Later." He replies, putting his gloves back on and pulling the hair out of your face affectively, looking down at your bright eyes, still dazing with the effects of post-orgasm. "You have a promise to keep, remember?"

To be fair, you're pretty stunned at the moment, so you mutter a "I can't recall."

"You're taking me to that new year's celebration to watch the meteor shower. Did you really forgot?"

Oh.

You had, in fact, forgotten about that. And Mando knew it, but was still willing to bring it up so you wouldn't miss something as important.

"You sure you want to go?" He nods. "Fine, give a couple of minutes to make myself... Presentable."

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AN: Might as well start off the Ateez smut with my man. This is highly unsafe and probably unethical but, luckily this is fiction lmao. (Also I know not everyone who supports sex workers is a simp and there's nothing wrong with supporting sex workers. Mingi is deadass just a simp in this lol.)

Synopsis: Mingi is one of your biggest fans. He never misses a livestream and has watched every video you've posted. When you announce that you've decided to film a video with one of your followers to celebrate reaching a thousand subscribers, he knows he has no chance of winning but tries his luck anyways. Fortunately for Mingi, luck is on his side.

Heads up: Song Mingi x Fem! Reader, Sex worker! Reader, Simp! Mingi, Mingi is very nervous throughout this, Dom! Reader, Sub! Mingi, praise (m. receiving), dirty talk, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), 69 position, unprotected piv sex and creampie.

Word count: 3640

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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The air stills in Mingi's lungs when he sees the notification. For a moment, he thinks he's dreaming or hallucinating. However, when he clicks it to read the email, he realises that this is, in fact, very real.

His eyes frantically scan the email informing him that he'd been the one selected to be featured in one of your videos. He'd actually won. He sags onto his bed, reading the email over and over again. Mingi could not believe his eyes.

He's actually going to talk to you. He's going to meet you.

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Mingi is pretty sure his heart is trying to beat out of his chest as he makes his way to the coffee shop you two agreed to meet at. You two had been talking ever since he found out he won. Obviously you didn't give him your personal number since he's sure you have tonnes of creepy people following you, but it was still surreal being able to speak to you directly nonetheless.

You both agreed to meet in person to ease the nervousness and anxiety of filming with one another. Also likely so you could make sure Mingi wasn't some weirdo. Understandable.

"Mingi?" He hears someone ask, and he's certain he forgets how to breathe momentarily.

When he glances up, he sees that you'd already arrived and gotten a table outside.

"Y-Yeah, it's nice to finally meet you," he says, trying his best not to visibly cringe at the audible nervousness in his voice.

The smile you give him only makes his tongue feel heavier in his mouth, and his palms sweat exponentially. He needs to pull himself together.

"It's nice to finally meet you too. Sit, sit, I got here a few minutes ago and thought it would be better to get a table before they were all taken," you respond, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he says, taking a seat a little bit too eagerly.

You wave off his apology, "Don't worry. I just like to get to places early. Force of habit."

He bites back the apology he wants to spew out nonetheless, " So have you ordered anything? Hope you didn't wait for me to order."

"Well, it would be pretty rude to order without you being here," you respond with a small smile, "Besides, I only got here about 10 minutes before you did. Really, you didn't keep me waiting long."

Mingi pointedly ignores the warmth he feels flooding his face.

Before he can respond, the waitress arrives to take your respective orders, and Mingi is fortunately saved from stumbling over his words infront of you. He got his usual order and made a note on your affinity for iced coffee. He had no idea why, it's not like he'd ever interact with you this way again.

"So, what's your username?" Is the first question you fire at him when the two of you are alone again, completely throwing him.

"Oh uh it's _song99_," he responds, sheepishly rubbing his neck.

"Oh! That's you? I see you all the time. I didn't realise you were such a big fan," you say with such genuine enthusiasm and a smile that Mingi can't really find it within himself to feel too embarrassed with you realising how much he enjoyed your content.

"Yeah, I found you when you were just starting out, and I really liked your videos. It kind of...snowballed from there," he says honestly.

"What about my content made you decide to stick around?" You ask curiously, tilting your head as you seem to truly size him up then.

He can feel the tips of his ears reddening. How is he supposed to explain to you that you had him wrapped around your finger the first time he saw you cum without sounding like a creepy weirdo?

"You seem like a sweet guy, Mingi. I doubt anything you're going to say anything that'll offend me," you say softly. The hesitance must've come off of him in waves.

"I like how genuine your videos and streams come across. I know this is your job, and maybe I'm protecting my fantasies onto you, but you don't seem insincere in your content. At least not to me. Also, your passion really shines through. It's pretty clear how much effort and thought you put into your video quality, your sets, your outfits, the...toys you use. You balance sincerity with professionalism really well," he says far more passionately than he perhaps meant to, studiously avoiding your gaze.

"Oh," is the first thing out of your mouth, and Mingi wishes the earth would open up and swallow him whole. He's such a fucking weirdo. Who gets that impassioned-

"That's probably the most thoughtful and sweet compliment anyone's ever given me about my content," you say, and he glances up at you only to be surprised at the shy look on your face. You were always so self-assured and confident, he doesn't remember ever seeing you look so bashful. Not even in your first videos.

"I really mean it. I can't speak for the other people who watch you obviously but, those are some reasons that immediately come to my mind when I think of why I choose to pay for your content," he says, butterflies erupting in his stomach when you give him a smaller smile but, it's blinding all the same.

The rest of your coffee...date? Mingi isn't exactly sure what to call it. A meeting feels entirely too formal, and the more delusional part of him likes the idea of it being a date. Either way, it went pretty well. You two talked extensively about boundaries and what was okay and what wasn't. He was proud of himself for only choking on his drink a total of four times, the worst being when you asked if he'd be comfortable with unprotected sex.

Hiding your amusement at his coughing fit terribly, you'd explained that those videos tend to perform really well, but you'd never push him if he was uncomfortable with it. You also added that you two would get full STD tests done beforehand.

Maybe Mingi was too infatuated with you and a fucking idiot but, it didn't take much beyond that to agree. Chugging his drink a little after that when he felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of feeling you directly.

Fuck, he hopes he doesn't embarrass himself by only lasting a few minutes.

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Mingi's heart is in his throat when he knocks on the door of the hotel room you booked for the...session. He offered to cover atleast half of it, but you waved him off, assuring him that it would fall under your business expenses. Still, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty about it.

When you open the door, he's sorely unprepared for the sight of you. The white top you're wearing leaves very little to the imagination, your nipples visible through the flimsy material as it essentially acts as a second skin. Your pastel pink skirt barely reaches your mid-thigh, hugging your waist in a way that makes Mingi feel dizzy.

He's seen you in various states of undress and fully naked online, but it doesn't come anywhere close to you in the flesh. He can already feel himself getting hard and heat rushing to his face.

"Mingi, hi," you say, sounding so genuinely enthusiastic to see him that it only worsens the butterflies already raging in his gut. "Hi y/n. It's good to see you again," he responds when his cognitive abilities return to him. Your delectable perfume invades his senses when you move aside to let him in, only further adding to his increasing delirium.

He finds himself growing a little nervous when he settles on the bed, so many different cameras pointed towards it. Towards him. Well, he did know you put a lot of effort into the shots you got, he just didn't realise how much effort.

"Hey, you don't have to be nervous. Just focus on me," you say softly, slotting yourself between his thighs and cupping his face to make him meet your warm eyes.

God, this must be so easy for you, and here he is already floundering because you smell great and look even better.

"Is this okay? We don't have to do anything you don't want to," you say when he doesn't respond to your words or your touch. He needs to get his shit together.

Tentatively, his hands reach towards your waist, excitement outweighing anxiety for once when his fingers partially brush your soft skin. "Yeah, sorry. I'm okay. I think I'm just a little nervous, and I started to feel intimidated by the cameras," he says, deciding that being honest with you would probably be for the best.

"It is intimidating in the beginning, but you get used to it. Plus, hopefully, I'll provide enough of a distraction that you'll forget about the cameras," you respond playfully, your thumb absentmindedly stroking his cheek. A shudder runs down his spine and straight to his cock, "Yeah, I'm sure I'll forget about them in no time."

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You ask, your eyes considerably darker than they were moments ago. Your thumb now running itself just below his bottom lip.

Mingi nods dumbly, unintentionally tightening his grip around your waist when you shift even closer to him, practically in his lap. "When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal response," you say with a soft, commanding edge to your voice, lidded eyes focusing in on his mouth.

He hopes you don't feel the shiver that runs through his body. "Yes, you may kiss me," he whispers, his hands shaking slightly. "Good boy," Mingi doesn't have much time to dwell on how those particular words make the tightening in his boxers worse because you press a soft kiss against his lips seconds later.

He can't help the quiet moan that slips from his lips at the contact. You're so much softer than he imagined you'd be. You taste better than anything his mind could come up with by a long shot. Without much conscious thought, his grip on your waist tightening. Pulling you closer until you're straddling him, panty covered slit mere centimetres from his crotch.

"So-sorry, I just got excited," he mutters when he's able to pull away from your addictive mouth. The little giggle you give him in response does funny things to his heart, "Mingi, it's okay. You getting excited is a good thing. A great thing, actually," you respond. He clenches his jaw when you settle yourself in his lap, the pressure your weight provides makes his cock throb almost painfully.

It's made all the more worse when your hips roll against him experimentally, the friction resulting in him groaning against your lips and his hands desperately flying to your hips. "You're so cute," you say breathlessly, dotting his jaw with featherlight kisses as you seemingly find a rhythm you like. The praise goes straight to his dick. Pre-cum dribbling out and smearing his boxers as his cheeks flush red.

"You're so pretty," his muddled brain supplies as a response. His hands digging into your hips at a particularly hard grind you give him and the peaks of your pink panties he's able to see underneath your skirt.

He's startled when you push him down flat on his back. The look in your eyes borders on predatory as your toy with the hem of his shirt. "Cute and sweet? I got lucky, huh," you muse. Mingi is pretty sure his blush is all the way down to his neck at this point.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" You ask.

He tries his best to swallow down his self-consciousness, "Yeah, it's okay."

You tug at his shirt so impatiently that he's briefly concerned that you might rip in the process. Not that he'd really mind. He'd happily let you tear all of his clothes off of him.

"You're so hot," you practically moan when his bare torso is laid out for you to see, lightly dragging your fingertips down his chest. His cock throbs at the compliment and he barely mutters out a thank you. Honestly, your praise is doing fantastic things for his self-esteem.

Shudders run down his spine from every drag of your nails against his skin. Leaving faint, pink marks, and goosebumps in their wake. You lean down to kiss his jaw as your hands toy with his belt. Mingi feels like all he can do is lie here and let you do whatever you want with him. His hands gripping your hips for purchase all the while.

"I want to suck you off. May I?"

Mingi is pretty sure his vision blurs for a moment. Not entirely sure if he heard you correctly.

"You don't have to," he retorts without much of a second thought. Meaning it.

"You sweet man," you say with a smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips, "I know I don't have to. Do I strike you as the kind of woman who does things she doesn't want to?"

Well, you have a point there.

"No," he responds shyly, "but is okay if I eat you out?"

That catches you off-guard, and you look down at him in slight surprise for a moment.

"Sure," you finally respond, and he doesn't fail to notice the slight breathy edge to your voice. It's good to know he isn't the only one affected by all of this.

"I can sit on your face while I suck you off. If that's okay with you?"

Mingi almost grits his teeth from how hard his cock throbs from your words. The prospect of you sitting on his face sending his world spinning.

"Yeah fuck, yeah it's okay with me," he breathes out.

You give him one more peck on the lips before shuffling off of him, and Mingi bites back the whine on the tip of his tongue at the loss of your warmth. However, his eyes remain focused on you when he watches you tug your panties down your plush thighs. Arousal punching him in the gut when he notices the wet spot on your panties and the peaks he catches of your pussy when your skirt rides up.

He's elated to know he's not the only one into this.

He's completely breathless watching you strip naked infront of him. Your hypnotic tits bouncing and jiggling as you shimmy out of your skirt. Fuck. Fuck, you're too much for him.

You shoot him another of those seductive yet somehow sweet smiles before positioning yourself over his face. The sight of your bare, wet, swollen pussy sends lightning straight down his spine to his cock. It throbs painfully just from taking you in.

He's brought out of his stupor when feels your hands tug his boxers and jeans down. Anxiety seizing him for a moment when he considers how you might react to seeing him fully naked. Would you think his dick was ugly? Too small? Curved weirdly?

"Oh," is all he hears you utter for a moment, and he tenses. "I'm definitely going to have fun with you," he moans, and his hips jerk into your touch when your much smaller hand attempts to wrap around him. Wanting to even the playing field a little here, his tongue takes his first taste of you.

The soft moan you let out goes straight to his dick and, he's half sure you feel him throb in your grasp. That doesn't matter, however, because you taste better than he imagined. Your taste and scent enveloping his senses and making his mind feel hazier than it already was.

His hands grip your thighs then and firmly press you to his mouth. Eagerly lapping and sucking on your clit while occasionally dipping lower and, tasting your dripping wetness directly.

"Mingi," you cry out, your hand weakly stroking his cock and sending sparks throughout his body. It's made all the worse when you kitten lick his tip, your tongue and warm breaths making his hips buck up into you. Before he can apologise, you decide to take him in your mouth fully. Well, as far as you can. Your hand continuing to stroke the rest of him.

It's Mingi's turn to falter now. A drawn out groan falling from his lips and into your soaking slit as you suck him off with so much determination that he's actually worried he'll cum briefly. The sounds of you gagging on him filling the room and, only adding to his approaching climax.

He's not sure if you just have a sixth sense for this kind of thing or if he's just that easy to read but, you ease off of him then. Giving his tip one last kiss before speaking, "Not that I wouldn't love to feel you cum down my throat but, I'd much rather feel you cum inside of me."

His fingers dig into your soft thighs. Cock throbbing in your hold as your words wash over him.

Mingi is quickly discovering that the view of you straddling him might just be his new favourite ever. Your pretty tits jiggling with every movement you make briefly distracting him. He feels himself tense when you grab his cock in your soft hand, sending him a devious smile before you slowly start to sink down onto him.

He knows he should be more careful and considerate, but his hold on your hips is harsh and bruising from the get-go. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as your tight walls cling to his dick so fiercely that he's briefly worried he really might just cum in a few minutes. The whines and breathy moans that fall from your lips as you try to adjust to the stretch he provides only makes matters worse.

"Ah Mingi, you're so d-deep," you stutter out, fingernails biting into the skin of his abdomen.

His hips impulsively thrust up into you, both of you moaning at the sensations it provides, "Fu-fuck, sorry," he groans out. He knows you need time to adjust but, he's not sure how long he can stay still without completely losing his sanity.

"It's okay," you pant out, slowly lifting yourself off of him before sinking down. Your nails leaving more faint, red traces in their wake as you find your pace on top of him. He's too entranced to do anything but, watch as you fuck yourself on him. Your pretty face contorted in pleasure, and he internally preens with pride. That confidence is shaken moments later, however, when he takes in how your breast bounce and how most of his cock disappears inside of you.

"You look so beautiful," he says, becoming too lost in the pleasure, too lost in you to really care anymore. "You feel so good too, fuck," he groans, one of his hands drifting to one of your breasts and toying with your hardened nipple.

The way you clench around him at the contact makes his head spin.

"You feel good too, Mingi," you cry out, "You're so big and deep." He shuts his eyes, cock throbbing harshly inside of you as he tries to gain his bearings. He isn't going to cum without making you cum first. He has to feel you cum on his dick.

Maybe it's the determination to make you cum or maybe he's too far gone to be self-conscious anymore, whatever it is makes him sit up and take one of your tempting nipples in his mouth. Moaning against you when you let out a startled gasp and your immaculate pussy clamps down on him once more. Your hands desperately cling to his shoulders and hair, mewing softly as he sucks and licks to his heart's content.

His teeth nearly sink into you when he feels you cum around him. Velvety walls gripping him so harshly that he can barely move. Your hands keeping him pressed to your fantastic tits, not that he was planning on going anywhere anytime soon. It really doesn't take much more than that for him to join you. His moans muffled by your skin as he holds onto you fiercely. His cock sheathed to the brim inside of you as he paints your walls white.

Your stuttered cry of his name only emboldens him further. One of his hands slipping between your bodies in search of your clit. From the way you tighten around him and tug on his hair, he guesses he's found it. Experimenting with which speed and pattern draws the best reactions out of you.

Mingi loosens his grip on you then. Your shared, laboured breathing filling the hotel room as you all but, crumple on top of him.

"Maybe I should ask you to feature in more of my videos," you muse against his shoulder once you've mostly come back to yourself.

He feels his face warm considerably, "I guess that means you had a good time?"

You cup his jaw then, making him meet your intense but still somehow mischievous gaze, "Mingi, I haven't cum that hard in who knows how long. I can barely get up."

If he hadn't cum literally minutes ago, he'd probably be hard enough to cut diamond right now. He's sure this'll bolster his ego for at least a good five years.

"I um I'm glad you enjoyed it," so much for that confidence, he supposes.

"If you keep being so cute I might have to fuck you again," you tease but, he senses that you aren't fully joking around. Well, he has the whole day free and who is he to say no, really? He wouldn't want your other fans to be disappointed after all.

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