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atomicami · 4 months

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contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: it’s the day of the holiday bake sale, and abby’s craving something sweeter than the desserts you’re selling. (part 3)

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel and jerry are both alive, jerry is not a doctor, reader has a business degree, family & work drama, semi-public sex, pet names instead of y/n, kinda roughdom!abby??, oral & fingering (r!receiving), cockblocking, strap usage (r!receiving), abby hits it from the back 🕺, edging, some mirror play, some degrading, abby referring to the strap as her cock, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else

- author’s note: merry christmas everyone! what better way to celebrate it than with a contractor abby fic am i right? i hope y’all enjoy this one 🤍

previous parts: quick fix, surprise visit

Seven in the morning, it's only the crack of dawn, and you’re spending the early hours of the day at the farmers market, setting up for the annual holiday bake sale.

Your hands were full of all the pastries and desserts you’d spent baking yesterday while Joel was carrying the chairs and tables to set up with. You tried to walk as carefully as you could to keep yourself from tripping on your knee-high boots or spilling anything on the red sweater dress you had on. When you arrived at your spot, your dad already had everything set up for you.

“Jeez kiddo, thought you’d never make it here in time with them boot heels ya got on,” your dad joked, opening the second folding chair he had in his hand and placing it behind the table.

“Well Dad, I figured I’d make myself presentable for the bake sale, don’t you think?” you replied, carefully setting down the load of sweets on the table.

Well, if we’re being honest here, there’s only one person in particular you’re planning to make an impression on today, and she still hasn’t arrived.

For a moment, you look over to the empty spot where Abby & Jerry are settled before you begin to unpack and arrange your pastries. It’s no surprise to you that Abby still hasn’t arrived yet. After that last-minute encounter you had with her at her place, you figured that she’d be knocked out for at least another hour.

And you were definitely right. About an hour later, Abby and Jerry finally arrived, right before the bake sale officially began.

Joel leans close to you as the two of you watch them quickly rush to set their stand up. “Look at ‘em, I wonder what made Jerry n’ his kid so late to the sale…”

You honestly couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about it too. The fact that Abby and Jerry were now just setting their things up while everyone else was ready was just too funny to you. It seemed like karma got back to her after her need to call you at 1 in the morning that night.

Once the two had their table set up, the bake sale finally started.

You looked over at the table that stood in front of you. A variety of desserts that you’ve made was all spread out on top of it. You’ve spent the past day making every single dessert you could think of: brownies, cinnamon rolls, muffins, even a whole plate of peach pie, because it truly can’t be a Southern bake sale if someone’s table doesn’t have a peach pie.

And lastly, there was the round tray of flan that you made. Out of all the desserts you’ve made, the flan made you the most nervous to sell. Given that this dessert came from your mother’s side of the family, you’ve decided to make it exclusively for family events or traditions out of the fear that others wouldn’t like it.

Nonetheless, your dad practically begged you to make it for the bake sale, and you couldn’t help but oblige.

A couple hours of the bake sale pass by and it feels like years to you. Almost half of your sweets have been sold, which was good, but you can’t help but wish that this community event could be a little more…interesting to you.

And luckily, Abby was about to make her appearance to change that.

While you were distracted with the customers, Abby was watching you from across the room, patiently waiting for Joel to leave the stand to get you by yourself. She had her own plan to be able to get even with you after the stunt you pulled onto her in her office.

Because if there’s anything sweeter than a Texas holiday bake sale, it’s a fresh slice of payback.

Once she noticed that you were by yourself at the table, she excused herself to her now distracted father to walk over to your stand.

You felt a tap on your shoulder from your side and turned around to see Abby standing next to you. “Got some pretty sweet looking pastries here princess, mind if I have a taste?”

“Abby…” you tell her sternly. “You know you’re not supposed to be this close to me right now, especially with both of our dads around.”

Abby simply ignores your warning as she walks around your table, admiring all of the pastries you had set up for sale. “I know that, but I’m just kinda craving something sweet,” she says as she slightly dips the tip of her finger into the white frosting of the cinnamon roll pan before lifting it up to her mouth and sucking it clean.

You roll your eyes at her, grabbing the tray and pulling it away from her. “Well, unless you’re going to buy something, then you shouldn’t be here,” you warn her again.

“Actually…I was craving something a little sweeter than these…” she replies with a smirk, slowing down her pace as she walks around your table.

It took you a while to get her intentions, but the way her eyes were flickering between you and the table, you instantly got the message.

Your eyes widened in shock and you began to shake your head. “No, Abby, don’t you fucking dare—“

But it was too late. Within a matter of seconds, Abby dropped down to her knees and lifted the red tablecloth before crawling under the table.

You tried to kick her away so she could get out, but there wasn’t enough time to do so, because Joel was already coming your way with one of his friends next to him.

“Hey, sweetheart, you remember Martin, right? Used to work f’me when I was startin’ up the company,” he tells you as he points at him.

“Yes, hi Martin, it’s good to see you again.” you tell him with a smile.

You’re trying your best to keep your cool right now, but it’s practically impossible for you to do so now that Abby’s lifting up your sweater dress and spreading your legs open underneath the tablecloth.

Your dad looks over to Martin while gesturing him to all of your pastries arranged on the table. “My kid right here baked up all these sweets for the sale today. But this…” he pauses for a moment, pointing at the pan of flan that stood neatly at the front. “This custard thing right here’s the best thing she could ever make, I’ll tell ya that.”

“That so?” his friend asked, serving himself up a slice. “Whatcha got here, kid?”

“It’s flan, sir. I-It’s my mother’s recipe.” you reply to him, trying not to strain your voice as Abby shifts your underwear to the side from underneath.

You watch the man in front of you take a bite of the dessert, smiling after he’s fully eaten it. “Well I must say, this is one of the best desserts I’ve had in this here bake sale so far.” he said before pulling out a five-dollar bill from his wallet and handing it to you.

At that moment, when you were about to lean forward to grab the money, was when Abby’s hands grabbed ahold of your hips and pushed you back down onto the chair, causing the rest of the table to shake.

You gasp at the sudden impact, and your jaw practically fucking drops once she inserts two fingers into your pussy.

It could have been any other time when she could’ve done that move, but no. She just had to fucking do it right in front of your father, out of all people.

Regardless, you try your best to compose yourself and attempt to cover it up. “S-Sorry about that, I was trying to get up but, my leg kind of fell asleep…must be from sitting down all day.” you said to the other man, extending out your hand to take the bill from him before inserting it in the black cash box that was in front of you.

“S’ no worries ma’am,” the man simply says before waving you goodbye, and looking over to your dad to shake his hand. “Good seeing you as always Joel.” he says to him before walking off.

Your dad shakes his hand back before turning to face you. “You alright sweetheart? Seemed like you were actin’ a bit off just now.” he asked you with a concerned expression on his face.

You simply nod at him, genuinely trying to appear normal, and ignore the fact that Abby’s thick fingers were slowly pumping in and out of your cunt right now. If it weren’t for the loud atmosphere of the event, you’re almost certain that anyone could easily hear the squelching noises it made every time her fingers moved.

“Y-yeah, Dad, sorry…s’just a lot of people here this time.” you tell him nervously.

“Well, if ya need a break, I can try to cover for a bit if—“

“No!” you exclaimed, placing your hands in front of him to keep him from getting closer to you. “N-no, it’s okay, Dad,” you said to him in a quieter tone. “I’ll be alright, promise.”

Your dad opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a barking sound, which progressively gets louder by the second. The two of you looked around to see what it was, and you seriously couldn’t believe it.

It was Alice, Abby’s dog, and by the looks of it, she was approaching your table.

You slightly flinch a bit once Alice jumps up at your table, barking up at the two of you before quickly getting down and sniffing under the tablecloth.

Joel walks over to the front of the table where the dog is in an attempt to shoo her away. “What the hell are ya doing here?! Get on out of here! Go on, get!”

You’d expect Abby to at least try to help you get her dog out, given the vulnerable position you were in right now, but she doesn’t budge about it. Instead, she only quickens the pace of her fingers inside you and moves closer to you to latch her mouth onto your throbbing clit. You want to help your dad out, you really do, but all you could focus on was trying to be quiet and not let a single moan or whimper leave your lips.

As much as Joel was trying to get the dog away from the table, she still wouldn’t move, she knew that Abby was under there, as if she could have smelled her from miles away.

“Why the hell aren’t ya leavin’?” he says to himself as he continues to move her away. “What are you tryin’ to find there?”

Your dad starts to get closer to the table now, and you can just feel your heart racing. The closer he got to it the faster your heart kept beating. This could be it. Once your dad was about to see what was under the table, it was over for the both of you.

But to your luck, as Joel was about to lift up the tablecloth, Jerry was already making his way there to get ahold of his dog. Talk about perfect timing, right?

“There you are, Alice, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” he says, leaning forward to pick up her leash from the ground.

Your dad scoffs at him and crosses his arms in disbelief. “Try to get a hold of your mutt, Jerry. Damn dog near knocked down my daughter’s table.”

“Tough talk for someone who just lost two of his clients last week to my company,” Jerry replies, clutching Alice’s leash in his hand. “I’d spend less time worrying about me and more time trying to keep your clientele if I were you, Joel.”

As blissed out as you were feeling from Abby’s mouth and fingers right now, you could still visibly see the anger rushing through your father’s veins right now.

“Don’t act so innocent, Jerry, you know damn well that you offered my clients a better deal for them.” your dad replied before pausing for a moment. “You know, you shouldn’t have gone after them, because I just got a deal to work with the Mitchell family next week. Haven’t you been eyeing them for months now?”

The two of them bicker for what feels like ages. At this point, your brain is just tuning them out, still completely blissed on the movements of Abby’s tongue rolling up and down on your clit, her fingers sliding in and out of your cunt so smoothly while her other hand grips your inner thigh to keep them open. The pleasure she was giving you under that table right now is so intense that you could seriously care less about your surroundings right now. All you wanted at that moment more than anything was to cum undone into her mouth.

“You know what, Joel? I don’t have time for this right now,” he tells him before pausing to hesitate for a moment. “I’m trying to find my daughter, have either of you seen her around?”

Oh, you knew damn well where she was.

Your dad laughs and shakes his head. “Jesus, Jerry. Can’t find your kid either? Seems like you’ve got to put her on a leash too, don’t you think?”

However, the pleasure that Abby was giving you was so intense that you didn’t realize that her name had now slipped out of your mouth.

“Oh, my god, Abby…” you say to yourself before quickly gasping and covering your mouth. You’re finally snapped back into reality as you look up to see Joel and Jerry staring back at you.

“Do you know where she is?” Jerry asked, raising an eyebrow with concern.

“O-Oh um, yeah, I-I think I saw her a few rows down, I-If you can find her there…” you tell him, trying to compose yourself once again.

Jerry simply thanks you in response before walking off with Alice alongside him.

“About damn time he left,” your dad says, watching him walk off. “Can’t stand that man for the life of me.”

Joel’s phone starts to ring moments later, leading him to pull it out of his pocket to check who it is. “Shit, s’ one of my clients…” he says with a sigh before looking up at you. “You sure you’ll be alright by yourself, sweetheart?”

You open your mouth to say yes at first, but then take a moment to reconsider. “A-Actually, do you think you could watch the stand for a bit? I could use a break.”

Abby immediately pauses her movements upon hearing that, removing her mouth and fingers out of you. You try not to whine at the loss.

Your dad nods in response. “ ‘Course I can, just let me take this call real quick, yeah? I’ll be there in just a second.” he says before briefly walking off to take the phone call.

You wait until your dad is out of sight to lift up the tablecloth, seeing the blonde below you with a confused expression on her face. “Why the hell did you tell him that you were leaving?” she whispers to you.

“Because I’m not gonna be fucking sitting here being teased by your mouth all day.” you whisper back to her, trying to keep your voice down. “If you’re going to fuck me here, then you’re gonna do it right.” you pause for a moment to check if the coast was clear. “My dad’s still gone, hurry up and go to the bathroom before he sees you. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You watch the blonde roll her eyes before pulling the tablecloth down, quickly crawling out of the table and getting back up on her feet. She also checks to see if Joel is still gone before leaving your side and rushing off to the bathroom.

You take a quick moment to adjust your underwear and your dress underneath the table before slowly getting back up to your feet as well. Within minutes, Joel returns to your table and takes a seat down in the chair next to yours.

“Alright so, everything is set up and served for the customers, all you have to do is take the money they give you and put it in the cash box.” you tell him before turning around to leave, only to pause for a moment and looking back at him. “And don’t eat any of the pastries, alright?”

Your dad puts your hands up in defense. “Can’t make a promise ‘bout that, kiddo.”

You simply roll your eyes and playfully punch at his arm before pushing your chair in and leaving the table. Once your dad was out of sight, you began to walk a little faster, now rushing to get to the bathroom with Abby.

After roaming around the market for a bit, you successfully find the bathroom. You lean into the door for a moment and knock twice, hoping that you found the right one.

“It’s open,” Abby calls out from inside.

You twist the knob and open the door, just enough for you to squeeze yourself inside before closing it and turning the lock. You turn around to see Abby leaning against the vanity near the sink, arms crossed with that same stupid smirk on her face. “How’d you know it was me?” you ask her.

“Are you kidding me?” she says, taking her weight off of the vanity. “I can hear those boots of yours from miles away.”

You roll your eyes at her in response “You’re so unbelievable, you know that?” you tell her. “If my dad had lifted up that tablecloth, we would’ve been done for.”

The smirk on her face grows a little wider, and you can just visibly see it happening. “I was just trying to get a taste of something sweet, princess. That’s all I wanted.”

Her cockiness was seriously driving you over the edge right now. However, you still can’t help but get turned on by her when she acts like this.

Feeling that same sense of boldness come through you again, you take a step forward and grab her by the collar of her jacket, pulling her close to you. “Then how about you finish what you started?” you whisper out to her.

She leans in closer to you, both of your lips being just mere inches away from touching.

“Don’t mind if I do.” she whispers back to you.

You lean in to seal the gap, connecting your lips with hers in an intense kiss. Your hands remain tightly gripped on her jacket, while Abby’s hands run down your body, stopping at your hips. She then turns you around to where your back is now pressed against the marble counter.

Her lips pull away from yours for a moment to flip you around, now with your back facing her chest.

“What—What are you doing?” you ask her, trying to turn around to get a look at her.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you right, didn’t you?” she says, taking off her jacket and rolling up the long sleeves of the dark green shirt she had on. “Well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Abby grabs your hips and bends you over on the counter before lifting your dress up and pushing your panties to the side again, revealing your wet pussy to her. “Jesus, she looks even wetter than before.” she mutters to herself as she gently rubs her thumb on your slit, eliciting a whine from you in response.

Abby moves her hand to herself to unbuckle her tool belt, letting it fall to the ground. She then unzips her cargo pants, pulling out the thick strap she had tucked underneath her boxers before teasing the tip of it in between your puffy folds.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp out, your pussy already starting to clench around nothing. “You brought it, didn’t you?”

Abby lets out a scoff, looking back at you through the mirror. “Of course I did. Been dying to fill this sweet pussy up ever since I first came over to your place.”

You then feel her grab ahold of the strap with one hand and position it against your entrance before slowly pushing the tip in, quietly moaning to herself as she watches your pussy engulf the tip.

A whimper escapes from your mouth as she pushes a few more inches of her cock in you, now reaching halfway. “Oh god, Abby…I-I think it's too big—“

Her other hand grabs a hold of your neck, pulling you up towards her. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” she says into your ear. “Is my cock too big for you? Can you not take it like a big girl?”

“N-No— I mean yes, fuck! I-I can take it, Abs…”

“That’s what I thought.” she mutters back to you, setting you back down on the marble counter as she pushes the rest of her cock inside you without warning.

She keeps her strap nestled inside you for what feels like ages, waiting for your pussy to accommodate itself to the girth of her cock. She tries to move back a bit, but your cunt keeps resisting the toy, sucking it back in.

Abby grunts in frustration and slaps your ass, the sudden sting causing you to flinch a bit. “Quit doing that. I’m not gonna be able to fuck you right if you don’t relax that cunt already.”

“F-Fuck, Abby, m’trying to, please—“

“Jesus, must I do everything myself?” she replies, reaching around your waist to rub your throbbing clit, causing you to moan in pleasure at the stimulation. Abby leans back a bit as she continues rubbing your clit, watching as your pussy visibly relaxes around her cock, now giving her the freedom to move it in and out slowly.

“There we go, just like that now, atta girl…”

Abby begins to fuck you at a painfully slow pace at first, slow to the point where you were now pushing your hips back against her as an indication for her to go faster.

“Whoa there…desperate for more now, aren’t we princess?” she says, instantly speeding up her pace. “If you wanted me to go faster, you could have just asked.”

“I-I know b-but…f-feels too good…” you slur out to her, face pressed against the cold marble as the rest of your body moves up and down with her thrusts.

“Oh, who am I kidding? You’re so drunk on my cock that you can’t even form a coherent sentence right now. Fucking slut…”

Moments later, Abby was now fucking you relentlessly fast to the point where you had to grip the counter to steady yourself. You seriously felt like you could fall off, but honestly, you could also care less about it. You were so close to reaching your peak now, and as long as Abby didn’t stop, you’d be perfectly fine.

That is until…a knock on the door interrupts the both of you.

“Occupied!” Abby calls out from inside, not stopping her pace.

“Abby? Are you in there?”

“Dad?!”

You gasp at the sound of Jerry’s voice, and Abby shushes you and quickly covers your mouth, now slowing down her pace. You whine at the sudden lack of movement, now feeling your orgasm fade away.

“Abby, what’s going on? Someone told me they saw you walk in here. Are you okay?” her dad asks with some concern.

“Y-Yeah Dad, I’m fine, I just—“ Abby stammers out for a moment as she then turns on the sink with her other hand, trying to come up with an excuse on the spot. “S-Someone dropped a cupcake on me. I-I'm trying to wash it out.”

You giggle quietly behind Abby’s hand, only for her to shush you and grab your ass harshly with the other, causing you to wince at the slight pain.

“Alright honey, just come back when you’re done, okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, I’ll be out in a bit!”

Once the sound of Jerry’s footsteps is gone, Abby lets out a sigh of relief, turning off the sink before removing her hand from your mouth.

“Almost got me caught there, princess.” she says to you, now speeding up her thrusts again. “If you pull that again, I might not let you cum at all.”

“No, fuck—please Abby, I-I’m getting close…I need you to let me cum.” you whine out to her, tightening your grip on the marble counter.

“Oh yeah? Are you getting close there, baby?” she asks, to which you nod in response.

Without stopping her thrusts, Abby grabs you by the neck with one hand, lifting your upper body up in front of the mirror so you can see her as well as yourself. “Then I want you to watch yourself cum. Watch yourself cum on my cock like the needy slut you are.”

You try your best to move or look away, but Abby simply moves your face back to the mirror with her hand. “Don’t fucking do that again. Look away one more time and I’ll pull out.”

All you could do was whine and nod in response, keeping your gaze on the mirror. Your eyes then trail down to the bottom where Abby was fucking you. You could just see her cock sliding in and out of your pussy so easily, and just the sight of it alone is making you want to cum even more.

“Oh fuck, Abby—m-gonna…m’gonna cum!” you exclaim out to her, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of her strap keeps touching your g spot.

“G-go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like a good girl.” she grunts out, moving her hand to now cover your mouth.

Within seconds you cum undone onto the strap with a muffled moan, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as your cunt clenches and creams all over it. Your body quickly goes limp and static fills your brain as you try to catch your breath.

Abby then gently sets you back down on the counter before moving both of her hands down to your hips. She then slowly pulls her cock out of your pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of it.

Despite that your legs are trembling, you try to get up, but Abby keeps you down. “Wait, just give me a second…I still have one more thing left to do.” she tells you, and all you do is just nod in response, still feeling insanely drunk from your orgasm.

Abby quickly drops down to her knees and spreads your ass open, groaning at the sight of your fucked out pussy. Without hesitation, she dives into your pussy to lick you clean, taking in every single bit of your thick release into her mouth. Once she was finished, she got back up on her feet. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” she murmurs to herself, wiping her mouth with her thumb before sucking it clean, making sure she’s got every bit of you on her tongue.

Once you’ve recovered from your orgasm, Abby helps you off of the counter, fixing up your underwear and dress before turning you back around to face her. “Do you think you could uh, clean me up there?” she says before looking down and back up at you, indicating for you to clean up her strap.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you tell her with a smirk, getting down on your knees to suck onto her strap, tasting yourself in the process.

Abby lets out a groan as she watches you suck her strap clean. “Fuck, you look so good like this…” she mutters out to you, running a hand through your hair. “I should make you do that more often.”

You remove your mouth from her strap with a ‘pop’ sound and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before standing up to face her. “I wouldn’t mind doing that for you.” you reply to her, leaning in to give her a quick kiss as she tucks her strap back into her pants.

“So um, should you leave first or—“

“You should go first,” you tell her, cutting off her sentence. “You’ve been gone longer. Don’t wanna keep your dad waiting anymore now.”

Abby nods in agreement, reaching down to grab her tool belt and jacket before getting back up to kiss you goodbye. “I’ll see you around, sweet girl.” she tells you before unlocking the knob and opening the door to let herself out of the bathroom, now leaving you on your own.

You wait inside for a few minutes before shutting off the lights and leaving, quickly making your way back to your table. To your surprise, you return to see your dad standing with a slice of flan in his hands. “Dad…I told you not to eat any of the pastries!”

Your dad sets the plate down and holds up his in defense. “Alright, sweetheart, you got me there.” he says in defeat before reaching out his front pocket and pulling out a five-dollar bill. “Here’s my contribution then.” he says as he hands you the five-dollar bill.

“Okay okay,” you tell him as you grab the bill from his hands. “I’ve got it from here now, Dad, thanks.”

Once you settle back into your seat, you notice your phone buzzing on the table with a text. You pick up your phone and see that the message is from Abby.

“Abby: Wild Randy’s next Saturday?”

You smile to yourself upon reading the text before looking up at her from across the room, seeing her with that same smirk on her face once again. You look back down at your phone and type out your response.

“You: I’ll be there.”

Looks like you’ve got some plans next weekend after all.

- a/n: oh lord this one killed me to write omg. i hope y’all liked it though! let me know if i should do a part 4 (i might tbh)

merry christmas again everyone! wishing you all the best 🤍🎄

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celandeline · 2 months

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Not Your Boyfriend, Baby

Farleigh X Reader, SMUT - tw for cheating, reader both cheats and is cheated on

part two

Being Felix’s girlfriend comes with a set of rules.

Always stand to his right, so that he can hand you whatever he’s holding without having to think about it. Let him pull you into his lap whenever he wants, even if you’d really rather just sit next to him - always sit next to him. Laugh at the jokes he makes, even if they aren’t funny. Help him with his coursework when he asks, pretend that you need help with things that you know he’s good at so he doesn’t feel stupid. Pretend that he can make you cum. Pretend you don’t know he’s cheating on you.

Being Felix’s girlfriend comes with a set of rules - but the perks are worth it.

The necklace he got you for your birthday costs more than your first car, and if you ever sell it, will easily cover rent for at least a year. Designer clothes have a habit of appearing in your dorm room unannounced, always in your size - just because Felix likes when you look good next to him. No clubs are too exclusive to get into, there’s always a booth in the back of the pub reserved for you, people bend over backwards just for the chance of being in Felix’s vicinity - so naturally they’ll do anything for you.

You’re using him as much as he’s using you - it’s mutually beneficial. You get to live within his innermost circle, he gets to have someone to bring home to his parents so they don’t start looking into arranged marriages after graduation. You have no intentions of actually marrying him, god no - you’ve heard him talk about how many kids he wants, there’s no way in hell you’re pushing out six - but you’ll take what you can get. Felix is a comfortable rung on the social ladder you’re trying to climb.

“Right, love?”

Felix’s voice drags you out of your thoughts and back into reality - the warm lighting of the pub casts everyone around your table in a warm golden glow. You’re pressed against Felix’s right side - always his right side - his arm perched on the back of the booth around your shoulders, casually possessive. It’s a little funny how possessive he is, considering how often he cheats on you. On his other side, Annabel nurses a pint, her overlined eyes locked on Felix, utterly enraptured.

Across the table, India looks at him with the same hunger, even though her head rests on Farleigh’s shoulder. Farleigh looks how you feel - utterly bored, his eyes wandering the room as he idly smokes a cigarette. He’s always been prettier than Felix. More interesting too. If you weren’t trying to climb the social ladder high enough to marry rich and not have to work a day in your life, he’d be who you’re pressed against instead of Felix. There’s something about him that’s always given you the sense that he sees right through you, but it’s exciting. You know he knows why you’re here next to Felix, with a diamond he bought you around your neck. But Felix has no idea - he thinks you’re in love with him.

It’s laughable, how in his own head he is.

Still, you feed into the delusion, that practiced sugary-sweet smile playing at your lips as you look up at him. “Mhm.” You hum, picking up your pint and sipping at it.

Felix grins wide, and turns back to Annabel. “See?”

Annabel rolls her eyes, leaning around Felix to pin a look at you. “You weren’t even paying attention.”

The animosity that every other girl within a fifty mile radius directs at you is the one drawback of being Felix’s main piece. Your smile turns a little sharper. “Yeah.” You admit easily, setting your pint back down. “But I know Felix enough to know that he was probably right.”

Across the table, Farleigh snorts.

Your eyes slide over to him, and he meets your glance. Ever so slightly, he tilts his head, a dry smile playing at his lips - a silent, really?

You tilt your head in the same direction, mocking - yes, really.

Felix turns back to Annabel. “I’m always right, Anna - best get used to it.”

She rolls her eyes again, but this time it’s playful - flirty, even. You can already see how the rest of tonight is going to play out - Felix will make some excuse about drinking too much or not feeling well or whatever else his idiotic brain can come up with, and disappear back to his dorm room to fuck her. Tomorrow, of course, you’ll act like you’re none the wiser. In two weeks time, when the guilt starts to get at him, a new pair of heels or a Dior skirt will find its way into your closet.

Simply the way of things.

Pulling away from Felix’s hold, you make to get up. He glances at you, concerned, but you only smile, and kiss him on the cheek so that you can slide out of the booth. “Gotta use the loo.”

You brush your hands down your skirt as you stand up, and start towards the back of the pub, where the bathrooms are, tossing a look over your shoulder back at the table. You catch Farleigh’s eye, and hold it for a moment. His lips curl upward around his cigarette. With Felix likely going home with Annabel, your schedule for the night just opened up…

Maybe tonight’s the night you do something - someone - just for yourself. Set your plans for the future aside for once, and just have fun. After all, you’re confident Felix will be none the wiser - you know exactly what not to do after watching him fumble around with any and every other girl that’s caught his eye.

You disappear into the bathroom, Farleigh’s gaze still on you.

The noise from the pub is quieter here, just a dull hum seeping in through the walls. You lock the door behind you, and inspect yourself in the mirror. You smudge the dark eyeshadow around your eyes a little more, and fluff up your hair so that it doesn’t sit so lifelessly against your head. Your sex appeal back in place, you splash some water on your hands and pat them against your skirt before you leave, stepping back out into the pub.

As expected, Farleigh is waiting for you, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, finishing off his cigarette. A quick glance back at the table lets you know that you were right - Annabel and Felix are gone. India’s moved onto Jack now, laughing a little too loud at something he says.

“Felix said he wasn’t feeling well, all of a sudden.” Farleigh drawls, bringing your attention back to him. “Annabel’s walking him home.” There’s a touch of humor in his voice that you appreciate - he knows just as well as you do what they’re off to do.

“Shame.” You say, not bothering to try and sound actually sad at all. It wouldn’t fool Farleigh anyway. “Got tired of India?” You snatch the last of his cigarette from his fingers, finishing it off in one drag and dropping the butt to the floor, stamping it out with my boot.

Farleigh watches you, his eyes half-lidded. “Is there such a thing as not being tired of India?”

“She’s not all bad.” You say.

He tilts his head, that wry smile coming back to his face. “She’s not trying to fuck you.”

You can’t help but grin at that. “Touche.” You wouldn’t know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of India’s flirting - but if Farleigh’s boredom is anything to judge by, she must not be very good at it.

Silence falls between us, and you let yourself look at him, eyes tracing down the lines of his neck until you reach the hollow at the base, and then back up to his lips.

“So.” Farleigh says.

You meet his eyes again. “So.”

He grins, foxlike and charming. “You wanna get out of here?”

The walk back to campus is short, but it feels longer with how much you talk about with Farleigh - school and America and family and money and Felix and a million other, less important, things. It’s the most intellectually stimulating conversation you’ve had in a long time, and the most you’ve genuinely laughed in a while too. It’s everything you’ve been missing with Felix - and it makes the war between your want for fortune and fame in the future and your want for genuine connection rage all the more.

It comes to an end all too quickly for your liking, as you reach the steps to your dorm.

You slow to a stop, and Farleigh stops as well, looking down at you, hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Does it ever bother you?” He asks.

“What?” You reply.

“That he cheats on you.” Farleigh clarifies.

It’s a complicated question to answer, so instead you turn it around on him instead. “Does it ever bother you that he’s fucked India?”

Farleigh rolls his eyes. “That’s-”

“He does it to literally everyone.” You press on. “I stopped caring a while ago.”

Something contemplative washes over his face, and he just looks at you for a moment, eyes searching yours for something. His next question is quieter. “Who would you pick, if you weren’t stuck with him?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m not stuck with him.”

Farleigh looks at you, obviously amused. “I can see you trying not to roll your eyes every time he opens his mouth.”

You shrug. “The pros outweigh the cons.”

“So cynical.” He taunts, stepping closer. “You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I think it’s fairly obvious who I would pick if I wasn’t with Felix.” You say, letting him back you up the steps until your back is against the door. You look up at him, and meet his eyes.

He grins. “Yeah, but I want you to say it.”

“It’s you.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. “Like it would be anyone else-”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, a moan leaving him as you deepen the kiss without waiting, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and vodka and it’s made all the more delicious by the little noises that keep working up his throat, elicited when you grab him by the belt and pull him closer so that you’re chest to chest. He groans when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and pull away, tugging him with you by the mouth. When you release him, he still follows after you anyway, chasing you for more.

Fingers still dancing on his belt, you smile. “Come up to my dorm with me?”

“Yes, fuck, please.” He already sounds debauched, and it sends a spike of heat straight down to your core. Felix would never deign himself to beg.

You push open the door to the dorm building, and start up the stairs, Farleigh trailing only a half step behind you. You fumble with your keys once you reach the door to your room, and Farleigh latches onto the back of your neck, trailing kisses across the sensitive skin that send a shiver up your spine.

Once you get the door open, you drag him inside and kick it back shut, locking it behind you.

Farleigh’s back on you in an instant, mouthing under your jaw. You wind a hand into his curls, pulling his head back from your neck. “Don’t leave any marks or Felix-”

He rolls his eyes, and cuts you off. “Duh.”

Without any more preamble he dives back into your neck, kissing along the length of it until he makes his way back up to your lips. You meet him in a kiss greedily, pushing off the door behind you and walking him back towards your bed. He hits the bedframe and breaks the kiss to sit on the edge. With a grin, you’re climbing into his lap and gently pushing him down until his backs flat against the mattress.

He’s so pretty like this - curls splayed out across your duvet cover, hands gripping onto your hips like you’ll float away if he lets go. You run a hand under his shirt, rucking it up so that you can see the way his stomach flexes when you touch him. Slowly, you dip your head down to lick a trail up his abdomen, never breaking eye contact.

He tips his head back with a shaky groan. “Oh, fuck.”

You grin, shifting forward so that you can nose under his jaw, lips ghosting across the shell of his ear. “What about you? Will India get mad if I-”

“Don’t fucking care, I want you to do it anyway.” He says, a little breathless. He’s so responsive - every little groan and whine shoots heat straight to your core. If sex with Felix was like this, maybe you wouldn’t have to pretend to be in love with him.

You sink your teeth into his neck just below his ear and he keens, his hips knocking up into yours. His fingers dig into your hips, bunching the fabric of your skirt into his fists like he’s holding on for dear life. You take the opportunity to start the slow roll of your hips as you work a chain of hickeys across his neck, scattering them artfully around his collarbone.

Deft fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up your spine until you get the message and pull it off yourself, flinging it somewhere in your room. Farleigh wiggles out of his own shirt underneath you, pushing the offending garment off the edge of the bed. Freed of your shirt, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra as well, tossing it in the same direction.

Farleigh’s eyes fall to your tits immediately, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate. “I see why Felix keeps you around-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say with a smile. Even when you have him in your bed, he’s the same old Farleigh. It’s a breath of fresh air after having to pretend you like when Felix calls himself ‘daddy’.

Your skirt is next, and then the tights you’d had on underneath it as Farleigh works on his trousers, kicking them off the end of the bed. Only your underwear left, you resume grinding against him, watching as his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he uses his grip on your hips to work you over him harder.

“How do you want me?” You ask, leaning down to press more kisses along the length of his neck.

You expect him to respond - to tell you to turn over on all fours or ride him reverse cowgirl - but he only sighs in the back of his throat. “Whatever you like, baby.”

You press your lips to his in another greedy kiss, licking into his mouth and swallowing up the moans that slip past his lips. He’s not making it easy to think about going back to Felix after this. Felix, who calls himself ‘daddy’ and manhandles you around however he likes and hasn’t made you cum a single time. You can feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your underwear from how malleable Farleigh is underneath you - how he looks at you like he’d gladly do anything you ask him to.

You slip your fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and shuck them down his legs. Your own underwear are next, and then you’re grinding on him again, spreading your wetness up and down his length.

Farleigh’s grip tightens, and he tips his head back again. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he moans. “Mm.” He picks his head back up enough so that he can look at you. “I was going to ask if you wanted me to go down on you but - mm - I don’t think you need it- oh fuck!”

Rising up on your knees, you line him up and slide down him in one drop of your hips, lodging him inside of you. He’s longer than Felix is, but skinnier too so the stretch doesn’t sting as much. God, it’s like he was made for you, with how easily he reaches right where you need him to without even trying. You start to bounce, planting your hands on his chest for leverage and tossing your head back, losing yourself in the feeling.

Farleigh whines, a high pitched breathy thing that sounds like it’s been forced out of him as you start to move. Gently, you pry his hands away from your hips and pin them down over his head, just because he lets you do it. It’s a rush - that he’ll let you do whatever you want and take it happily - and it goes to your head. He strains against your grip but you don’t let up, working yourself up and down his cock just to watch his eyes roll up into his head.

“What- ahh, what are you doing?” Farleigh chokes out, straining against your grip again.

“Whatever I want.” You croon, whispering against his lips.

He snags you in a kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth hungrily as he plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting so that his hips meet yours on every downstroke. A sharp gasp forces its way out of your throat as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and you can’t help but smile at him. It’s almost a novelty, the way he works with you instead of against you like Felix often does.

He grins back up at you, and tilts his chin upward to kiss you again. Breathy, he says, “Felix is an idiot.”

You choke on a moan as a particularly hard thrust jolts through you. “Why’s that?”

“He doesn’t know what he has.” Farleigh says. “I’ve fucked India and - fuck - Annabel and they’ve got nothing on you.”

You laugh and moan at the same time. “You don’t have to - mm - be nice just so I’ll let you cum in me.”

“I can be nice.” He breathes.

You ghost your lips over his neck. “You’re never nice.”

“I can be nice.” He insists, turning his head so that you can litter kisses along the length of his neck. You trail upwards until you reach the lobe of his ear, biting gently at the skin. “To you.”

“Careful.” You say. “Better stop now or I might think you’re in love with me or something-”

Farleigh tenses up beneath you, as a long groan escapes from his lips as he throws his head back. He thrusts three more times before he stills, slumping back down to the mattress, panting hard. His eyes flutter open, blown wide as he looks up at you.

You can feel a smirk playing on your lips. “Did you just cum?”

He has the decency to look a little ashamed. “Maybe.”

You laugh, and kiss him. “Well, what are we supposed to do now?”

“I’m good.” He insists, working his wrists free of your hold. “I can still- here, just-”

He pulls you to his chest and rolls on the mattress so that you’re underneath him now, and resumes fucking into you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. The change in position makes the feeling all the more potent, and a moan slips out from your lips.

Winding your arms around his shoulders, you rake your nails up his back, and feel him shiver against you. “Farleigh…”

“Don’t fucking do that.” He laughs. “I’ll cum again.”

You toss your head back against the pillow as he speeds up his thrusts, obviously trying to get you to cum before he’s too spent to keep going. You let your eyes flutter shut and enjoy the feeling of him against you, the tickle of his curls against your neck, the breathy moans that slip from his lips into your ear, the feeling of his teeth against your neck as he sucks a hickey into your skin-

“Farleigh-” You start, only to cut yourself off as the coil finally snaps and pleasure shoots through you. “Oh fuck-”

He groans, and shoves his face deeper into your neck as his thrusts slow to a stop. He slumps again, flopping on top of you with a long sigh.

When you come back to your senses, you tug on his hair until he grumbles. “You are such a dick.” You say. “I said no marks.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles into your skin.

“No you’re fucking not.” You retort.

He lifts his head out of your neck, that foxlike grin on his face again. “No I’m not.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” You ask.

He pulls out, and flops back down on the bed next to you, nosing back into the crook of your neck as he slings an arm over your chest. “Makeup. Wear your hair down.” He shrugs. “It’s Felix - he’ll probably think he did it.”

You rest your chin on the top of his head, the aftershocks of pleasure running through you. “‘M never having sex with you again.”

Farleigh snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

You smile into his hair, because he’s right. Of course he’s right. There’s no way in hell this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence.

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paper-mario-wiki · 5 months

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It feels a little mean spirited to imply that TADC is some sort of soulless corporate money printer when just a look at Gooseworx's social media shows how much of a passion project it has been for her. And really how different is selling merch from setting up a kickstarter? At least with merch you get something if the funding fails. A lot of what you've been saying kinda rings like someone jealous of another creator's success.

Firstly, I'm not a creator in any professional capacity anymore. I haven't been for a year, and I don't miss it.

Second, my criticism is not on Gooseworx at all. I think Gooseworx had a fun idea for a show and made a pretty good pilot. That's why I'm pretty much exclusively criticizing the business practices of the studio, its lack of transparency, and the annoying narrative it's creating while also trying to foster a fandom so they can make money longterm.

I would not give a single shit if there was a kickstarter. I would not be making these posts if they made a kickstarter.

They have no "goal" set to where they'll definitely make the show after 10,000 plush sales, or 50,000 shirt sales.

They "encouraged" their fans to buy merch to "help greenlight" a full season. That's not transparent. That's not a goal.

That's saying "maybe, if we like how wide you open your wallet".

#anon

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COURT GOSSIP — Furina x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Fontaine has a lot to say about Furina's lover. (Now with a part two!) ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Very very slight spoilers for the 4.2 archon quest, brief use of pet names (darling). iii. NOTES: Angst, reader doesn't actually make an appearance but they are talked about throughout, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 2.1k words. iv. A/N: Angst bc i lost the 50/50. This probably isn't as good as I wanted it to be, but I'm tired and I was sick of rewriting things.

They called the relationship a lot of things. Scandalous, shocking, shameless. Shameless wasn’t the right word. Furina had plenty shame, but the taste of love had left her too excited to worry about repercussions. Careless, was more accurate.

If she had more care, she would be home by then, curled around her lover, laying with her ear pressed to their chest so she could hear their heartbeat. She wouldn’t be pacing back and forth and wearing grooves into Neuvillette’s office’s carpet.

“It is going to be alright, Lady Furina. Sit down.” Neuvillette said calmly. He was sitting still, hands folded in his lap, and to the ordinary eye he looked perfectly at ease. But Furina hadn’t spent five centuries with him without learning his mannerisms. The stiffness in his shoulders, the twitch of his eyebrow, the way his words sounded a touch too sharp; it was obvious he was just as concerned as she was.

“It’s not! Do you know what they’re saying?” Furina hissed. She threw the newspaper across his desk, letting it land in front of him with a smack. The photo of the two of them—her arms wrapped around their neck, while they kissed her cheek—took up almost the entire page, only broken up by the title.

Exclusive: Who is Lady Furina’s secret paramour?

“I must say, this is quite a poorly titled article.” Neuvillette frowned, looking closer. “The word ‘paramour’ is archaic by itself, but more than that it already implies a scandalous relationship. The word ‘secret’ is superfluous.”

“That’s not the point!” Furina practically wailed. “Look at what they’re saying!”

“Hmm… ‘Who is this mystery partner, and how did they catch the attention of the Archon herself? Is this unknown lover strategically targeting Lady Furina to attempt to obscure the justice of Fontaine?’ Ah, I see. They believe your partner to be seeking you out to gain influence of the court system.”

“How dare they! To think they would stoop to such a level to accuse my—”

“It is alright. I have already scheduled an official announcement to acknowledge the concerns and quell the rumours.”

“It’s not only that! The people are losing their respect.”

“…I am afraid I do not understand.”

“For me! They—” Furina halted. “I—I heard them today. They think of me as just some love-stricken girl. Archons above—” Neuvillette chose not to point out that she herself was an archon. “I couldn’t stand it...”

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It had been a pleasant morning; so pleasant that once Furina had detangled herself from her partner’s arms, she decided to take a walk.

As she strolled through the streets, the sounds of the city beginning its day and the singing of birds mingled together in a strangely beautiful symphony. They competed for the attention of whoever happened to be listening, with songbirds chirping and crooning from the tops of buildings, directly above the sounds of vendors and other salespersons trying to sell their products.

“Fresh lavender melons, straight from Inazuma!” A fruit-seller called, holding a basket filled with bright purple fruits.

Ah, Lavender Melons. They were a fairly new sight in Fontaine, only appearing after trade with Inazuma was reestablished. Perhaps she should purchase a bunch.

“Extra, extra!” a young newsboy yelled out, waving a newspaper above his head. “Read all about the latest Fontaine news, from the Fontaine Gazette! Hear about the case that divided the Chief Justice and Lady Furina!”

The newspapers were always embellished, but the Fontaine Gazette was a particularly egregious example. Not a single word in that paper was without exaggeration. Though, it was entertaining at times to look over the stories and laugh about the incredulity of it all.

She strolled over to listen to the boy’s calls, idly looking past the rows of newspapers and magazines. She withdrew one from the stand, a gaudy looking magazine with bright red headlines screaming in her face.

The Spina di Rosula in shambles! it shrieked. Such a crude form of entertainment, the misery of others. It was good Fontaine had enough reputable newspapers to drown out the crows and calls of garbage like that.

“Extra, extra! Lady Furina has a secret lover? Read all about it here!”

In a second, the magazine in Furina’s hands slipped onto the ground, and she felt her breath catch in her chest.

She had to have misheard him; it must be a terrible mistake. She’d been too careful to hide them from the spotlight, keeping them away from the public’s claws. If they’d been discovered, the media would stop at nothing to tear them to shreds. Not to mention how she’d look if their relationship was found out—the Archon of Fontaine, falling head over heels for a mere mortal.

Furina had snatched the paper right out of the young boy’s hand. As he started protesting, she quickly threw a handful of Mora at him and bustled away to read the paper. Behind her, two ladies gasped and leaned over to whisper to each other.

“Is that Lady Furina?”

“I’m surprised she can show her face… I wouldn’t have the courage.”

Vultures, the lot of them! Had they no shame, gossiping about her from six feet away, like she couldn’t damn well hear them?

Their chatter faded to static and white noise in her ears, as the newspaper unfolded to reveal the story she’d been fearing. In it, the photo showed two lovers were caught in an embrace, one hidden in the other’s shoulder. The other was turned at just the right angle to show herself to the camera, grinning down at her partner with love in her eyes.

Furina stared in horror as her own face stared back at her.

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“Furina—Ahem, Lady Furina,” Neuvillette paused, blinking at his mistake. Oh dear. He must be on the verge of a breakdown, if he was already messing up her name. “We must begin the conference soon. Shall we leave?”

“I—I suppose that would be prudent,” Furina said shakily, straightening her back.

The trip to the Opera Epiclese was filled with silence. Furina stared at her hands in her lap, picking at the edges of her gloves, while Neuvillette gripped his cane tightly and periodically shot her concerned looks. The only words that were spoken were after they had arrived.

“Are you ready?” Neuvillette asked, hand curled around the curtain separating their backstage room to the front balcony.

“No,” Furina whispered hollowly, before smoothing her features into neutrality and stepping onto the stage.

“Hello, my dears.” Her lips moved of their own accord; voice disconnected from her mind. “I am here to address some rumours you may have heard. If you have been following the news, you would know that some pictures have been spreading of me and another individual. Since then, there has been a number of gossip floating around the court, very little of which is based on fact.”

“Tch, she’s already trying to avoid the blame.” A particularly loud audience member commented, loud enough for Furina to hear. She hesitated for a moment, before continuing.

“This person is as many have suspected,” Furina breathed out. “A romantic partner.”

“Ms Furina!” A young man—notebook and pen in hand; a reporter, likely—yelled out. Furina bit back the haughty That is Lady Furina to you on her tongue. Arrogance wouldn’t serve her well in this performance. “People have been saying that this ‘lover’ of yours is a threat to the integrity of the justice system. How do you respond to the allegations that they are using you to sway the court?”

“T-That isn’t true! They—”

“How can we trust the Palais Mermonia if the Archon is being influenced?” A voice in the front row whispered loudly to her friend.

“If she’s that weak to the charm of a random person, then what does that say about her judgement?” Another responded.

“I—” Furina stuttered out. “P-Please, calm yourselves! I can explain myself if you just wait—”

“Is this really what Fontaine is coming to?” That pesky reporter yelled out, only stirring the chaos further. The courtroom erupted into noise, all overlapping opinions drowning out any conscious thought of hers.

“Childish—”

“Unprofessional—”

“Not fit to lead—”

“—If she’s so distracted by love.”

If the first words were a punch in the gut, the last were certainly a strike straight to her skull. She flinched, her resolve cracking enough to let the throes of panic wash over her face. It was all too much: the lights, the noise, the audience.

But she was used to commotion. She had been acting for centuries.

In the drama, she had almost forgotten her place; the Court of Fontaine was her stage, and she was the leading actress. The citizens before her were the audience to her performance, and she was damned if she wasn’t to put on a show for them.

With a deep breath, she slipped right back into the façade, smoothing over the cracks in her mask with inhuman poise.

“They say the true tragedy of godhood, is one never gets the chance to live like a human.” Furina smiled coyly, playing up the eccentric goddess act that she had been cultivating for centuries. “So many experiences we are robbed of; growing up, falling in love.”

“You wanted to be human?” An audience member called out. Young woman, nervous expression. Perfect extra for Furina’s show.

She turned to stare her in the eyes, coy grin lighting up her features. “Tell me, dear. Have you ever had a lover of your own?”

“M-me?!” She squeaked. “Oh… I-I haven’t really had a girlfriend. B-But I have been in a… relationship of sorts.” The audience member spluttered and blushed. “A… summer fling, I suppose.”

“Well, wouldn’t I be a fool not to chase a summer fling of my own?” Furina tilted back her head with a laugh, letting her voice boom across the Opera with the confidence that left the audience hanging on her every word. “Oh, my dearest citizens. Do you think so lowly of me to think I’d let a brief bit of romance keep me from my duties? That I would be blinded by something so silly as love?”

“You don’t love them?” Another nervous audience member asked.

Yes, Furina wanted to scream. I love them more than I have ever loved anything in this world.

“Ah, love. Such a novel concept.” She loved them, she did. Oh, how she hoped they would forgive them for this. “The only love I hold is for my people and my nation! I need no lover, when I already have the love of my beautiful Fontaine.”

“I believe we have strayed off-topic,” Neuvillette said, smoothly shifting their attention to him. “The Court of Fontaine retains that this individual carries no influence over Lady Furina, the Palais Mermonia or the Fontainian justice system. This… relationship is something inconsequential that has no effect over Lady Furina’s work, and is not of a concern to Fontaine’s citizens.” Damn right it wasn’t their concern. “To put it frankly, this person is of no significance at all.”

Only Neuvillette was close enough to hear the sharp gasp that escaped her.

“This conference is hereby adjourned.”

They were going to hate her.

How was she supposed to look them in the eyes, after telling an entire courtroom that they were of no importance to her? The love of her life, the one who brought light into the world and a smile of genuine joy upon her face with just their presence. She imagined them watching the court; hearing her words, feeling them strike against their skin like blades.

They were going to hate her, and she would let them.

She would let them hate her, if it meant the public would forget their name. The moment they disappeared from the light, then the rumours would disappear just the same.

And a part of her—a small, barely noticeable, inconsequential part of her, but a part of her nonetheless—breathed a sigh of relief at the knowledge that her balance hadn’t been overturned. It was selfish, she knew that, and the thought disgusted her as much as it brought her comfort. That part whispered that it was for the best, not just for them but for her as well. Her reputation was secure, they were quietly pushed away from the light, and the scandal would die down quickly.

Furina stumbled backstage, stomach spinning. She leaned heavily against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, dreading the moment she would have to go home and face her lover after what she had done.

“Oh, darling.” She murmured. “Please forgive me.”

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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chocolate rum cookies | jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ nonidol!au // friends with benefits to ?? // fluff // ...slice of life? // angst if u squint

➝ word count: 3.5k~

➝warning: no smut scenes but there are mentions of sex and implications of it so minor dni!! mentions of alcohol, food, curses. very self indulgent bc i write this for my birthday hehe. this wonwoo made an appearance <3

➝A/N: hi. so this wasn't exactly... planned. i was just randomly sitting down with my google doc open and suddenly i finished writing... this in one day. gotta say that, when you do write for yourself, it is much easier to write and it's been quite some time since i'm actually happy with what i put out. but also just to put it out there, this fic is actually finished somewhere before february ended but i decided to post it for my birthday because i did start writing it with the thoughts 'i miss wonwoo' and 'i kinda wanna post smth on my bday' so. enjoy. i'm happy to say i'm content with how this one turns to be. here's to turning 25 lol

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You hear the door open, signalling Wonwoo’s arrival, and when you feel his presence nearby, you don’t even look up from your phone when you say, “No.”

Wonwoo smiles in amusement, irking an eyebrow as he settles next to you. “I haven’t said anything though?”

“You’re gonna ask me out again.” You roll your eyes, already used to his antics. You don’t even pretend to care about his mock heartache anymore when he clutches his chest.

You’re not sure what Jeon Wonwoo has in his mind, but he’s been asking you out on dates everytime he sees you since last month. Problem is, you see him a lot. A little hard not to with the friends with benefits situation that has been going on between you and him for the last six months.

Even right now, you’re in his place. You’ve been here since almost half an hour ago, entertaining yourself as you wait for Wonwoo to get home because he’s out when you called, and when he said you’re allowed to use the access he’s given you some time ago, you decided to barge into his place like it’s your own.

You’re practically here more often than in your own dorm, anyway.

It almost feels like a second home to you.

But you don’t want to think too much about it. Not about the fact that you have access to Wonwoo’s place. Not about the fact that you’re basically exclusive. Not about the fact that you talk to him practically everyday.

Nope.

“You don’t even pretend to consider it anymore.” He sighs, and you hate that you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. You’ve been telling him to cut it out, but it surely doesn’t look like he has any plans of listening to you. “Here, I got this for you.”

Now that catches your attention, and you actually jump a little on the sofa before you take the small package, take Wonwoo’s face in your arms, and kiss him square in the lips as a thank you.

“You won’t go on a date with me but will kiss me over some cookies. Nice,” he grumbles, though the grin blooming into his face when you pull away betrays him.

Clutching the cookie into your chest like it’s the most precious thing in the world, you regard him with stars in your eyes. “Where did you even find this? I’ve been looking for this forever and I couldn’t find it! I don’t even know the name of the shop that sells this?”

“I’m just capable like that.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, telling you he was out with a friend and the packaging looked familiar so he got it just in case. You’ve been telling him about that craving of yours, a chocolate rum cookie that some random classmate offered some time ago–one that is so good but you don’t know the brand, only remember the flavour and the packaging.

And you can’t even ask that classmate again because she was an exchange student that you’ve only spoken for a total of two times in your life, and she has returned to her country.

You don't even know her name.

“You have to tell me where you got this.” The packaging just has to be so empty; a very simple but elegant design that doesn’t state the shop’s name whatsoever.

“Mmm. Perhaps if you say yes I’ll bring you there.”

“No.”

“Hard pass then.” He chuckles and messes your hair. “Eat. I’ll buy you some more if you’re a good girl.”

The innuendo is not purposeful on his part, and it’s two seconds later that he realizes what he’s just said and he cringes so hard that you laugh, because as much as it’s physical between the two of you, Wonwoo absolutely abhors that particular… moniker. It’s always been an on-going joke between you two, and you laugh some more when his frown deepens, launching yourself into his lap and peppering kisses on his jaw.

“You want me to be one?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, though his arms wrap around your waist anyway and he bends his neck to give you more access.

“I can be if you want to, you know?” You whisper against his ear, not missing the way his hold tightens around you. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing separating you and him is the clothes you’re wearing.

“Shut up.” He repeats and kisses you some more. When it gets almost hard to breath, he doesn’t forget to get the cookie out of your grasp and carefully places it on the coffee table before hauling you up and carrying you into his room, your squeal and laughter echoes throughout his empty apartment.

You don’t get to eat your chocolate rum cookie until later that evening, already showered and dressed in Wonwoo’s oversized hoodie as you cuddle into his chest with a movie playing in front of you.

[✾✾✾]

You don’t know what’s taking Wonwoo so long, but he’s already fifteen minutes late without any text messages so you decide you’ll just get some drink first and let loose. He’s probably going to be pissed because he’s never liked it when you go to a bar by yourself (something about men looking at what’s his, whatever that means) but whatever, it’s his fault for being late and you’re currently not relaxed enough to wait for him by yourself in a place full of people.

The whiskey burns your throat in a pleasant way, though now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have drunk everything in one go when you still have moments to spare as you wait for Wonwoo. But, then again, you can always just order more.

You’ve never been to this bar before, but after hearing how good the vibe is from a friend, you decided to go to check it out. Clubs have never really been your style–people are way too drunk and the music is too loud.

Your friend is absolutely correct when she said you would fit right with this particular bar; there are just enough people for it to be crowded but not really crowded that you get dizzy. Plus, the music is up to your taste and you find yourself nodding to whatever’s playing in the background as you scan through the sea of people while you lean on the wooden bar.

You were just about to order again when someone joins you by the bar, a tall, handsome man that doesn’t look sleazy at first glance. And he’s offering to buy you a drink. You subtly try to check him out; this guy is definitely taller and bigger than Wonwoo, though he doesn’t look harmful and he doesn’t look like he’s hunting for prey. His smile when he offers to pay for your drink looks… honest, if anything. The guy doesn’t even look flirty. Perhaps he thinks you’re interesting and are in need of some company.

The side of your lips lift in an amused smile, Wonwoo will be pissed as fuck if he finds out, but do you care? No you don’t. You’re not going to turn down free drinks from a handsome stranger that doesn’t look dangerous.

“So how come you’re by yourself?” He bends to your height, not too close that it makes you uncomfortable, and just enough for you to hear him over the music. “I’m Mingyu, by the way.”

Hmm. Handsome and with manners.

“Why do you want to know?” You answer with a teasing smile, sipping on your cocktail. Mingyu laughs when you say you’re not telling him his name, if only because he hasn’t earned it yet, and you’re pleasantly surprised when he says it’s understandable and he’s glad you know how to play your cards. “What about you, why are you by yourself?”

“Eh. I just feel like drinking tonight and you seem to be someone who doesn’t mind talking to strangers.”

“Ouch. Is that how I look like? Easy?” You pretend to be offended, and it’s almost cute how Mingyu laughs yet again and rephrases his words. If this was you six months ago, you’d definitely flirt with him and eat up everything that comes out of his mouth, perhaps you’d even end up going back with him. The guy is handsome and you can actually hold conversations with him, which is already a very big difference compared to a lot of guys that have tried talking you up in places like this.

But alas. Your eyes twinkle as you catch the figure of the man who’s the exact reason why you’re not flirting with Mingyu making his way towards you, why you don’t feel the excitement that used to rush through your blood at times like this, and why ‘handsome’ is the only thing you think of Mingyu even though he seems much more than that.

You don’t care enough to think about Mingyu in different aspects.

The way Wonwoo immediately grabs your waist is almost funny, and you have to actually bite your lip and clutch the cocktail glass between your fingers to stop yourself from grinning. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Mingyu asks goodnaturedly–almost concerned, even–making sure he’s not some random guy who’s grabbing you without consent.

“Yes.” Wonwoo almost growls, and you have to plant your palm on his chest to calm him down, telling him Mingyu is harmless even though your ears are heating up from his word. You’d need to get back to that boyfriend thing later.

Mingyu sends you a look, and you’re absolutely, thoroughly would’ve swooned if you’re… uh… single (you are) and you’re not seeing… anyone (huh?). But you send him a smile, an actual smile this time, and you nod before you tell him it’s nice meeting him.

Wonwoo refuses to look at the interaction, but you can tell that he’s more relaxed than he was seconds ago and his grip on your waist is now replaced with his thumb caressing you through the material of your dress.

Would it hurt to push his button one more time?

“Hey.” You call to Mingyu once again when he’s about to leave, making both guys turn to you in confusion–Wonwoo more so in betrayal–and when you tell him you’d love to see him again someday and finally tell him your name with a wink, Mingyu gets exactly what you’re playing at. Another laugh bubbles out of his throat and he returns the gesture with a ‘have fun!’ before making his way out of your sight.

“What the fuck was that?”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and you know you’ve pushed just enough of his buttons for him to react this way. If anything, though, adoration fills your chest and you have to physically hold yourself back from squeezing his cheeks.

“What? You were late and he accompanied me. Nice guy, right?” You try to play innocent, placing your glass on the bar and turning in his arm to face him. He looks especially nice today, with his hair styled a little and a denim jacket that you haven’t seen him worn before. You can feel your heartbeat picking up the longer you stare at him, and you don’t register what’s coming out of his mouth because you’re lost in your head.

Your eyes fall to his lips, and it’s when he clicks his tongue that you finally look back at him, eyes meeting his in mock innocence.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?”

You shake your head to confirm his suspicion. The guy can't even get mad at you even if he wants to.

“So.” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow in question, urging you to continue. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Wonwoo opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him room to talk more because you already dive into his lips, your palms on his shoulders and his arms wrap around you once again–probably muscle memory at this point. There’s no rush in this kiss though, you really just feel like kissing him and you do exactly that. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to mind either, because his lips chase yours when you’re about to pull away.

“Won I–”

“Hmm?”

“I need to–”

“Mmm.”

“Need to–”

“To what?” He finally pulls away, annoyed that you keep on trying to pull away. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, you can tell that he’s a little flushed too and there’s something about it that makes your heartbeat speed up once again. Were you two just… kissing in a public space for no reason at all?

“Need to breathe, baby.” You finish your sentence, suddenly shy now that you’re looking at each other. You dive into his neck before he catches your embarrassment though, and he simply chuckles before he takes a sip of your drink, whatever annoyance in his chest from looking at you and Mingyu, whoever that guy is, disappears just like that.

God, it’s not funny how whipped he is for you.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Not a chance.” You beam, though you reject him with a kiss on his cheek and you tell him to finish your drink because you don’t feel like being here anymore. You won’t let him ponder too long on your rejection though, your fingers caressing his neck and your lips finding his ear. “Actually, let’s go back to your place. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

Wonwoo shudders a little at that, still not used to the way you’d get vocal about what you want when you’re tipsy. That’s your code of saying you want to have rough sex all night–or however he would have you, really.

So Wonwoo finishes your drink in one go and grabs your hand to pull you out of the bar, missing the way you exchange grins with Mingyu as you accidentally catch his eyes before you exit the place.

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“You know you’ll spend less money if you just tell me where to buy these cookies?” You pout, still trying to get it out of him.

He doesn’t relent though, simply shrugs and places your hot chocolate on the table. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

“But whyyyy.” You whine, crossing your legs to face him on the sofa.

“I told you I’d bring you there if you go on a date with me.”

You stare at him, mind wandering to how easy it is for him to say this over and over again. You still don’t know why he’s suddenly so adamant about that, and while you actually do feel butterflies in your whole body everytime he does it, sometimes you wonder if he’s just messing with you.

Does he really mean it?

But if he does, wouldn’t he eventually be done with you because you keep on rejecting him?

But if you say yes and he’s actually just joking–what does that make you?

What if you try it out and it… messes things up?

You’re happy with whatever you have with him now, and you trust each other enough to know you are exclusive. Is there really any need to put a label between you two?

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, snapping you out of your daze.

“Huh. Yeah, sorry. You were saying?”

You see the way Wonwoo presses his lips together and you can tell the gears are turning in his head. But he beats you to it before you can ask, and your heart breaks a little at how soft he sounds.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? No!” You sit straight, taken aback from the sudden turn of the conversation. “What makes you say that?”

Wonwoo sighs and repeats his words. But he faces you this time and, for the first time since he asked you the question he’s been asking you the past few months, it’s obvious how unsure he is, as if he’s suddenly questioning himself on what he’s been doing.

“Am I making you uncomfortable by asking you out on a date?”

“Oh… Wonwoo…” You take his hand, your desire to comfort him bigger than anything. You don’t like seeing him like this, and as much as your own thoughts have been haunting you, you suppose you do need to talk about it one way or another. “No, you’re not. But… Can I ask you something?”

He doesn’t answer, but you take the way he squeezes your hand as a ‘yes’.

“Why?”

He doesn’t seem to get your question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean why?”

“Why do you suddenly want to date me?”

It’s almost comical the way he blinks slowly, then repeatedly, like he doesn’t get why you’d ask that. He thinks carefully before he says his next words though, and he mentally winces at what he’s about to say but there’s really no other way to say it.

“We’ve been… sleeping together for, like, six months.” He starts, and his face contorts like the words personally offend him. But the more you listen to him talk about all the things you’ve been doing the past few months, how you’re basically a couple without the title, the more you feel both warm and afraid about however this talk is going to end.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding his hand tighter, but he doesn’t say anything and you realize how protective you actually feel of Wonwoo because it doesn’t sit well with you that he seems to consider himself so small.

“It’s not… sudden. I’ve just finally gathered enough courage to ask you.”

“I’m afraid.” You throw it out there the moment you open your mouth, not sure how to tell him except to just go straight to the point.

“Of what?”

“Falling in love.” You cast your eyes down to where your hand and his are joined. “Of being attached to you.”

For a moment, the air around you seems to tense ten-fold that you’re sure you can cut through it with a knife. But when Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, you brace yourself for more honesty and continue.

“I’m… already attached to you more than I thought I could be with anyone. And it scares me sometimes. What if you leave me? I think I’d be able to cope better if you decide to end things with our current… relationship than an actual one. It scares me.”

You feel his hand letting go of yours, and you panic that he’s finally had enough, but he cups your face in his palms to calm you down, and as much as you’re anxious, you can feel yourself calming under his gaze.

“If you want me to be honest, I think I already like you more than whatever you probably feel for me.” He smiles so softly you almost cry. And when you’re about to refute his words, he gently places his finger on your lips to keep you silent. “And no, that’s not something I want to debate with you. I’m fine with liking you more. I want to like you more than you like me. Will you let me do that?”

You open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out except for your tears so you simply nod and fall into his embrace. Your tears dry up almost immediately after that, but you sniffle a little as his words echo in your mind. Wonwoo probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because you’ve liked him for as long as you can remember. Probably not long after you started your deal with him.

He doesn’t know how you melt every time he takes care of you. How you’d try to stay awake longer after he falls asleep after another night of passionate sex, his arm over your body and your back against his chest, just so you can pretend it’s real between you two. How you’d remind yourself that it’s not real when you wake up in his place even though you’d still drag yourself out to make breakfast for him, willing your heart to calm down when he wakes up moments later, hugging you from behind even though you tell him to move away.

You probably already love him more than he can imagine.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You ask once you’ve calmed down, getting out of his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Nothing. Why?” He tilts his head, a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“Let’s go on a date?” You ask shyly, though your eyes immediately cast downwards again once you realized you can’t handle looking him in the eye as you ask him this. But that’s why you missed the way his face blooms into a grin, missed the way his eyes suddenly twinkle brighter than every single star in the universe combined. “I think you promised to tell me where you buy those cookies if I go on a date with you.”

He laughs at that and throws his arms around you, so tight that it hurts a little. But you don’t say anything, happy that you’re here in his arms and a little giddy now that everything’s out of your chest.

Wonwoo pulls away and cups your face once again, then searches for something in your face before he closes his eyes and gives you the softest kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life. A promise. One that says he’s not going to leave and he’s going to try his best to remove every single doubt you have in your mind.

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A/N 2: and for my birthday wish, hopefully i'll get to see you even once in this lifetime.

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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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How can I use astrology to find an ideal career for me?

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career [ kuh-reer ] noun an occupation or profession, especially one requiring special training, followed as one's lifework: a person's progress or general course of action through life or through a phase of life, as in some profession or undertaking

We have several details to talk about how astrology can help us find our ideal profession and we use what we have in our power to strengthen ourselves and self-knowledge.

Planets

Career as we saw earlier is not just work and your job, it encompasses many things in your life as it is something that takes many years, so all planets show something related to your career.

Sun: The radiant center of our being, revealing our mission, identity, and values. It guides us towards the areas where we seek recognition and how we can contribute to society.

Moon: Reflecting our emotional desires and commitments, the Moon unveils our preferences for a comfortable and nurturing work environment.

Mercury: The realm of analytical skills and communication, Mercury highlights areas where our rational thinking aids and supports us, making tasks easier and efficient.

Venus: Governing our ability to forge relationships and be adored, Venus unveils our potential to sell products or ideas, how others perceive us, and how we can add value.

Mars: The driving force behind our desires and motivations, Mars indicates where we can find energy, passion, and determination to propel us forward.

Ascendant: The extra personal talent, exclusive to each individual, offers a distinct insight into your inherent abilities and potential.

Elements and Modalities

It can be used for each planet (it won't be so detailed, if you want me to talk about each one, like or reblog to show that you are interested in the subject...), but it is used to see the dominant modality and element in the natal chart.

Earth: Seeking security and practicality, Earth signs are adept at managing and structuring tasks, valuing their products and presenting their true worth.

Water: Emotionally driven, Water signs thrive in environments that foster connection and love, often leading to careers where care and bonding are vital.

Air: Driven by intellectual pursuits and interaction with people, Air signs flourish in professions that require intelligence and daily engagement of their diverse skills.

Fire: The passion and drive of Fire signs lead them towards pioneering roles and highly recognized positions, necessitating dynamic and energetic environments.

Cardinal: Initiators and independent spirits, Cardinal signs embrace challenges and take the lead in manifesting their intentions.

Fixed: Penchant for control and security, Fixed signs passionately pursue their interests and maintain unwavering dedication.

Mutable: Embracing change and creativity, Mutable signs excel in professions that allow flexibility and unconventional approaches.

Now... I know that you want career paths you can work on, but I first showed you how you can understand what are your needs and strengths before giving professions because I think it's more important for you to know your needs than to think "wow, look, my natal chart tells me to be a doctor, I think I'll drop everything to do medicine"

How to know if you do well in this career??

1º Way: Identify the ruling planets of the earth houses: 2nd (work and money), 6th (job and routine), and 10th (career) house. Then, determine which house the ruling planet of this house is in. Next, refer to the list below and check if there's a career you like associated with that house. For example, my 2nd ruling planet is in Taurus, and my Venus is in the 5th. Therefore, I'll explore professions related to LEO/FIFTH HOUSE.

2º Way: Identify the career sign you are most interested in. Find the ruling planet of that sign and see if it corresponds to the 2nd,6th or 10th in your birth chart. For instance, I'm interested in reading tarot cards, so I'll check the position of my Pluto (ruler of the 8th). As it's in my 10th, tarot card reading could be a good career choice for me.

3º Way: Identify the planets that fall in your 2nd, 6th and 10th houses and see directly the professions it represents, knowing that in terms of CAREER, the 10th house is more important. So if I have no planets in the 2nd, Venus in the 6th and none in the 10th, I see the carrers that are represented by Venus.

Signs/Houses

ARIES / FIRST HOUSE- athletics, entrepreneurship, leadership, military, police, firefighter, lifeguards, surgeries, creating something, competitive careers …

TAURUS/ SECOND HOUSE - Plastic arts, dressing rooms, painting, things related to food, finance, massage therapy and well-being, services that involve giving a pleasant experience to others, aesthetics.

GEMINI / THIRD HOUSE - writing, journalism, communication, teaching, advertising, libraries, representatives, assistance, performance, things related to organization, information management, research …

CANCER / FOURTH HOUSE - medicine, nursing, veterinary, work that involves taking care of the home and decoration, so also architecture, work that involves taking care of things, restoration, photography, painting, music, art, crafts, accommodation, doula, public offices , trade in household items, babysitting and professions that involve taking care of children, providing services to people in situations of vulnerability, first sector...

LEO/ FIFTH HOUSE- Leader, work related to the government, work related to money and luxury items, work related to leisure and hospitality, entrepreneurship, social networks, presenters of all media, blogs, theater, dance, music, arts in general , directors of artistic projects, cinema, events, fashion, design …

VIRGO / SIXTH HOUSE - Personal organizer (it is the most virgo job in the world), assistance to someone virtual or in person, secretary, work related to organization and analysis, work related to health such as nursing, medicine, pharmacy, work related to mathematics and to money like accounting, librarian, writing, therapy, informatics …

LIBRA / SEVENTH HOUSE - Advocacy, justice, diplomacy, arts, aesthetics, fashion, architecture focused on decoration and beauty, sales, high quality and refined products, design, work related to people …

SCORPIO / EIGHT HOUSE - psychiatry, medicine, psychology, police, military, research, astrology, works related to people who died as gravediggers and doctors who do autopsy, spirituality and the occult, coach, investments, administration, politics, research in any field. ..

SAGITTARIUS / NINTH HOUSE - Politics, justice, diplomacy, tourism, religion, teaching a higher education course, teaching wisdom, philosophers, careers related to foreign countries, foreign trade, sports, careers involving recreational activities, careers with more playful areas such as theater, dance and circus, astrology.

CAPRICORN / TENTH HOUSE - Management and entrepreneurship, CEO, engineering and areas that use mathematics, construction, land-related jobs and projects for places or businesses, management, jobs that involve preparing something like a director developing a play or a project , producers. . .

AQUARIUS / ELEVENTH HOUSE - Science, astrology, everything related to technology, information technology, social media, TV and radio, politics, social projects, social sciences, social causes and social assistance (very social this sign), projects humanitarian and altruistic, demonstration and mobilization of people, jobs that aim to revolutionize and change society and the way people live their lives …

PISCES/ TWELVE HOUSE - Psychology, music, theater, crafts, spirituality, therapy, holistic therapy, careers that involve helping others and social causes, work related to hospitals, nursing and caring for others, jobs that help people who have some kind of neurological imbalance or older people or who are on the margins of society in some way.

Planets

Sun: The Sun empowers individuals to take on leadership roles and excel in careers related to the government, money, luxury items, leisure, and hospitality industries. The Sun's radiant energy blesses entrepreneurs, social network influencers, media presenters, bloggers, artists in various forms (theater, dance, music, and arts), directors of artistic projects, cinema, events, and professionals in fashion and design.

Moon: The nurturing influence of Moon shines upon careers in medicine, nursing, veterinary, nutrition, and professions involving home care, decoration, and architecture. Lua's caring nature extends to jobs that involve restoration, photography, painting, music, art, crafts, hosting, doula work, public office, commerce of household goods, nannies, and roles providing services to vulnerable individuals, especially in the first sector, as well as culinary arts and cooking.

Mercury: The intellectual prowess of Mercury guides individuals towards careers in information technology, writing, journalism, communication, teaching, advertising, libraries, and as representatives. Mercury's sharp mind is well-suited for roles as personal organizers, virtual or face-to-face assistants, secretaries, and professionals in the pharmacy sector. Additionally, Mercury's association with mathematics and money makes it relevant in accounting, librarianship, writing, and computing.

Venus: The artistic and harmonious energy of Venus blesses individuals in careers related to plastic arts, fitting rooms, painting, and the culinary arts. Venus finds fulfillment in professions associated with food, finance, massage therapy, well-being, aesthetics, law, justice, diplomacy, fashion, and architecture focused on decoration and beauty. Venus also thrives in sales, dealing with high-quality products, design, and people-related work.

Mars: The bold and assertive influence of Mars directs individuals towards careers in athletics, entrepreneurship, leadership, military, police, firefighting, lifeguarding, surgery, and any field that requires competitive spirit and a drive to create something remarkable. Mars also finds expression in careers related to medicine.

Jupiter: Jupiter's expansive and benevolent energy inspires careers in politics, justice, diplomacy, tourism, religion, higher education, teaching wisdom, and philosophy. Jupiter's connection to foreign trade and astrology adds depth to careers related to these fields.

Saturn: The disciplined and structured influence of Saturn leads individuals towards careers in administration, entrepreneurship, CEO positions, engineering, and areas that involve mathematics. Saturn's expertise in construction and project management makes it valuable in various roles, including those of directors and producers.

Uranus: The innovative and revolutionary spirit of Uranus shines upon careers in science, technology, social media, politics, NGOs, social projects, and humanitarian efforts. Uranus is also influential in social sciences, social causes, and careers that involve social assistance, aiming to transform and uplift society.

Neptune: Neptune's compassionate and spiritual essence guides individuals towards careers in psychology, music, theater, crafts, spirituality, therapy, and holistic therapy. Neptune finds fulfillment in professions that involve helping others and social causes, particularly in healthcare settings. Jobs linked to hospitals, nursing, and care for others resonate with Neptune's healing energy.

Pluto: The transformative and powerful influence of Pluto leads individuals towards careers in psychiatry, medicine, psychology, investigation, astrology, spirituality, occultism, coaching, investment, administration, politics, and scientific research. Pluto's connection to matters of life and death makes it relevant in fields such as gravedigging and forensic medicine, while its association with transformation and marketing adds depth to careers in the marketing industry.

Julia's Special Note

I enjoy helping people, so let me share a unique insight that you won't find anywhere else. Jupiter and Saturn play significant roles in determining our value in both personal and societal contexts. Jupiter represents the value that society places on us, while Saturn signifies the value we place on ourselves in relation to society. In short, these two planets can reveal insights into your salary and financial gains in your profession. The key aspect here is their conjunction. For many years, Jupiter and Saturn have been meeting in earth signs, indicating a strong emphasis on material values, productivity, and tangible outcomes. This means that society has highly valued material success, productivity, and practical skills. However, over the next 200 years, they will conjoin in air signs, signaling a shift in societal values. The focus will move towards knowledge, expertise, teaching abilities, effective communication, and the dissemination of information. In this new era, what garners a good salary today may no longer hold the same value in 200 years. Thus, it won't matter so much what profession you have, but rather, the greatest differentiating factor for achieving good financial gains will be how much you know and specialize in your chosen field, rather than just how much you produce.

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The immediate impact of the Israeli occupation was to exacerbate unemployment: service jobs for the Egyptian army and UN forces vanished, trade with Egypt halted, and the port was closed. Moreover, since the combined GNP of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip was only 2.6 percent of the Israeli GNP in 1967, they faced inevitable integration into the Israeli economy as the occuption continued. Furthermore, Israeli policies increased the Strip's dependency. These practices included permitting only certain Gaza products to be sold within Israel, flooding the Gaza market with Israeli goods, restructuring Gaza's agriculture, and encouraging Arab laborers to work in Israel.

The Balance and Composition of Trade. After only one year of occupation, 72 percent of Gaza's imports came from Israel; no imports were allowed from Egypt, and 1 percent of its imports came from Jordan (the balance came from Europe). This represented a dramatic shift, since all the prewar trade had been either directly with Egypt or with Europe and Asia through the Gaza port. [...]

A decade later the shift in trading patterns was even more pronounced. [...] 91 percent of imports came from Israel, and nothing was imported from Jordan or Egypt. [...] Dates, strawberries, and vegetables were also sold to Israel, and local industries engaged in subcontracting for Israeli firms.

Agriculture and industry were both hard hit by Israeli competition. Israeli eggs, poultry, and even vegetables sell at lower prices than local produce, and virtually all canned and bottled goods come from Israel. [...]

A 15 percent excise tax and soaring inflation erode the profits of merchants and factory owners. Gazans have no way to hedge against inflation, since the Israeli shekel is the only legal tender on the Strip.

Restructuring Agriculture. Israel has prevented farmers from exporting to Israel any items that compete with Israeli produce and has imposed restrictions on the planting of certain crops. As a result, the output of melons, onions, grapes, almonds, olives, and fish has decreased. Farmers need permits to plant trees and vegetables.

[...] The government has encouraged production of some specialized crops, such as strawberries and dates. Farmers in Beit Lahiya village say that they were ordered to grow strawberries and would otherwise have been prevented from using their land and well. These strawberries are marketed exclusively through Ashkelon port by the Israeli export firm Agrexco. No permits, however, have been given to farmers to plant such crops as mangoes and avocados, which are also grown in Israel.

Arab Labor in Israel. In 1970, 10 percent of the Gaza labor force was employed in Israel, but at present approximately 40 percent (35,000 persons) work there. This includes 25,000 workers who are registered with the official labor exchange and another 10,000 who work illegally. The high unemployment within the Strip and the fact that wages inside Israel were five times those in the Strip made such employment irresistible.

[...] Even those holding regular jobs face difficult conditions. For example, it is illegal for them to remain inside Israel from 1:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m. But employers and workers collude in circumventing the law so that the workers will not have to spend several hours every day commuting. Farmers let laborers sleep in huts, abandoned buses, or even in the open under the orange trees. In town, workers jam into hostels, sleep on construction sites, or spread out on the floor in restaurants. There have been cases of disasters when workers locked into factories at night were unable to escape when fires broke out. [...]

The overall impact of Israeli economic policy is to turn the Gaza Strip into a large labor camp. The Strip is a source of cheap labor for Israel and its internal economic base is continually eroded.

– 1985. Ann M. Lesch, "Gaza: Forgotten Corner of Palestine." Journal of Palestine Studies 15.1, pp. 43-61. Emphasis mine.

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Glory Hole Fic – Gortash x Tav

Oh yeah I'm hitting you with the slutty hand gif. Now go and read the fic under the cut.

E | 2.5k words | Chapter 1/2 | Gortash x Tav | AO3 Link

“Go ahead, make yourself comfortable. I’ll go around and help you get settled on the other side. If there’s anything you need, ring that bell.” Tav’s eyes fell on a copper bell with a string just in arm’s reach from the soft bed she’d be lying on. She nodded towards the matron. “Thanks.”

This would be exciting. After making her way to Baldur’s Gate with the strange set of companions she’d collected – of whom a surprising amount had wanted to sleep with her, much to her dismay as she was trying to keep it professional – she had finally found a brothel that was so well hidden, only the most exclusive and most knowledgeable of clients would find their way there. Over the past weeks Tav had been burning up with need. It had been hard turning down Lae’zel, then Astarion, and finally Halsin, and her sessions with herself were far from enough to clear her mind from the constant influx of images her mind would torture her with. So. She had decided to call in some favors and get herself fucked in the establishment that called itself “Wholesome”.

The word play was a little cringey, but the place was not. At any given time, there were only three rooms accepting clients, each of them divided into two parts so clients and workers wouldn’t see each other. On her side, Tav had a comfortable bed for her upper body, a carafe with water, and towels to clean herself up. On the client's side was a side table with lube, massage oil, toys, and of course towels and water too, plus alcoholic beverages of their choice. Both sides were hidden from view from each other by a wall with a hole on hip-level, through which Tav now positioned her lower body. The matron was already waiting for her on the other side, guiding her legs into holders made of leather that were suspended from the ceiling and could be adjusted by the customers however they wanted. Her ass was lying on a more practical extension of the bed made out of hardwood – sturdier and easier to clean. Being spread open like this, naked and depending on the whim of whoever was on the other side, was already turning her on. She couldn’t wait to get started. The matron pulled at the cord that tightened a dark cotton curtain around her hips, an extra precaution so the privacy for both sides was being kept. Rumor had it in select circles that some bored noble women and men went to Wholesome to get fucked or fuck, anonymously and with no one the wiser, and the secrecy was crucial to the brothel’s existence.

Tav heard the matron leave, and after a few moments she could make out a conversation outside her room. “I have something special for you today”, she heard her say. “It’s her first time.” The voice of the man was dismissive. “I don’t like virgins. You know that.” “Oh, she’s not a virgin. But it’s her first time selling her body.” There was a pause, and Tav felt her heartbeat quicken. If he decided to choose her, he’d come in any time now. The anticipation sent a short burst of heat to her core. Instead of a reply, the door on the other side opened, then closed, as strong footsteps strolled into the room. There were sounds of fabric shuffling, then a glass being filled and, after a brief moment, being set down.

Suddenly, a hand was on her left foot: warm and strong. Tav flinched instinctively, surprised by the unexpected touch, earning her a low chuckle from the other side. “So”, the voice she’d heard earlier began, “You want to get fucked like a whore?” Her lips trembled as she fought a reply. She wasn’t allowed to talk, not on her side. He knew that, of course. The clients could say whatever they wanted – they had absolute power, while the only sounds that were allowed out of her mouth were sounds of pleasure – or pain. Tav wasn’t going to ruin her chances of doing this again within the first minutes. So she kept quiet. “Studied before coming here, I see”, the voice mocked, running his hand along her leg and up her thigh. Oh, he was full of himself. She wanted to kick his face, but her leg was held firmly in place. On the other side, there was a chuckle, obviously loving her reaction. But there was something else, tugging at the back of her mind: Where did she know that voice from…

A slap against her cunt pulled her back to reality as her mouth yelped in shock.

“Ah, nice to meet you”, the voice laughed, bringing both hands to the insides of her thighs, scratching all the way down to her knees. The pain was delicious. Tav took a sharp breath in as the man dug his nails into her skin again and again, leaving her thighs sensitive to even the slightest touch. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of whimpering, having understood almost immediately that this was a game to him. When she didn’t let out the desired sounds, he pinched her so hard she cried out.

He laughed, voice smooth and low, then dipped two fingers to her entrance. “Wet already”, he murmured, almost as if to himself, spreading her slick between her folds. Tav sighed. Yes. She was wet. She couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. The way he teased her, mocked her, promised great things to come. The man on the other side pulled his hand away as she heard him fumble with his clothes. She felt him line himself up against her, then seemingly change his mind as he dragged the tip of his cock across her folds in slow, deliberate motions. “Say please”, he demanded, voice low. He knew she couldn’t do that. But her hips bucked against him, a wordless plea, that wasn’t quite enough for him. Another slap, this time precisely against her clit, made her gasp. “Come now”, the man continued, “You can do better than that.” Where did she know that voice from–

The next slap was even harder and immediately followed by two more, and he finally dragged out the whimpers from her mouth that Tav had refused to let him have. He chuckled, satisfied, then pushed himself inside of her without further notice until he was completely buried in her cunt. “Ahhh”, he sighed, pulling out slowly before shoving back in with force. “What a tight little cunt you have.” Tav moaned at the sudden praise, clinging to his words as they gathered even more heat between her legs. There was a small laugh on the other side in response to her sounds, and he brought his hands to her hips, just behind the curtain, pulling her down on his cock while he started to fuck her in earnest.

The way he filled her up sent shivers down her spine. Tightening his grip on her, the stranger started to roll his hips, his cock rubbing against a spot that made her mewl. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he seemed to enjoy himself as well, his breathing growing heavier and heavier the longer he fucked her. Tav wanted to reach for him, wanted to run her fingers over his back, wanted to slap his arrogant mouth, but she was stuck on her side of the hole, clenching her fists in frustration. “You like that?”, came the voice from the other side, and she groaned in response, not even caring anymore that she didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.” He... stopped.

Tav felt like her body was on fire, and she wailed as she realized he had paused on purpose, interrupting her climb. On the other side, his fingers ran lazily over her thighs again, softly pressing against the reddened skin, still sensitive from his scratches. “Me doing all the work does not seem particularly fair, does it?” Tav stared at the ceiling in confusion. Wasn’t this the point? “If you want to come on my cock, you need to earn it.” She swallowed down the reply that had already formed in her throat and instead just let out a shaky breath. He heard that. Of course. Chuckling he loosened the cord from the privacy curtain. What was he–

“Since it’s your first time as a whore, I’ll let you help yourself”, he said, his hand sliding underneath the curtain and beckoning towards her. “Don’t be shy now.” She knew the stranger wanted her to take his hand and let him pull hers to the other side, something that was allowed if both parties agreed, but she had an idea of her own. With a smirk she yanked his hand upwards, and he grabbed her waist for balance, as she brought his free hand to her breast. The sigh she heard from behind the curtain was divine. Inside of her, his cock twitched against her walls as he squeezed her tit, hand full, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger until she moaned. Her hips bucked upwards on their own, and the scoff he let out was as sexy as it was venomous. He pinched her nipple so hard she cried out, then blindly slapped her breast, hitting her surprisingly (and painfully) well. His hand retreated behind the curtain while Tav gasped for air, trying to breathe away the pain that was flowing down from her breast to her core.

“Oh, I like you”, the stranger said, bringing his fingers to her clit. “But believe me, you’ll do yourself a favor if you do as I say.” He started to squeeze, lightly at first, but increasing in pressure as Tav started to sob, trying to yank her hips away from him, but the leg holders kept her in place. It hurt. More than she wanted it to, so much so, that it wasn’t enjoyable anymore. “Stop, you piece of shit”, she cried out hoarsely, breaking the house’s rule if he decided to tell on her, and she slid her hand through the curtain as he’d asked. Seeing her follow his request, the stranger broke off his assault on her clit. “That sounded beautiful”, he murmured, his voice deep as it extended a peace offering, “and I shall forget it ever happened.”

Rolling his hips into her, he took her hand in his as he started fucking her again, an intimate gesture that was hotter than it had any right to be, especially in the middle of this brothel. Tav knew he wanted her to touch herself, but there was an unspoken agreement between them to give her a chance to recover, to reset from the pain. So she enjoyed him pounding into her, pushing his cock in and out while she tried to meet his thrusts with her hips.

When the stranger decided enough time had passed, he stilled again, chuckling behind the curtain.

“Ready, little whore?”

Ignoring his tease, Tav reached tenderly between her legs, trying to find a pace she enjoyed while knowing full well he was watching her get herself off. The man was humming with approval as she sighed, starting to fuck herself on his cock and her hands. Having less room for her to move her body meant she couldn’t get a lot of friction, her cunt clenching around his cock instead in desperation, trying to find those sweet spots again that he’d been hitting. No, she had to rely on working on herself with her fingers, rubbing her clit, while the stranger ran his hands up and down her legs and otherwise stood still.

She knew her body well, of course. The past weeks had brought her more opportunities to distract herself at night, alone in her tent, than ever before, and it didn’t take her long to find that high she’d been chasing again. From the other side, the voice groaned as he watched her movements turn frantic.

“Such a good whore”, he sighed, and Tav moaned at the praise. “I wish I could see your face, mouth hanging open while you get yourself off on me.” There were more whimpers from her, and the idea of him seeing her face, seeing her eyes half closed with lust, made her legs tremble. “Maybe next time I’ll fuck your mouth”, he cotinued, his needy tone sending sparks to her cunt, “Let you choke on my cock.” Tav gasped, she was close, and her hips had started to set their own rhythm against their static partner, that stranger, who’d come here to stand still and watch her bring herself to climax using his dick like a prop.

“Fuck”, he groaned, apparently realizing she was about to come, and pulled out of her. Tav nearly cried at the loss of him inside of her, but instead his mouth was on her in an instant, his hand grabbing her wrist and stilling her fingers, while his tongue swirled around her clit. The sob she let out was guttural, and she bucked herself into his face, imagining she could ride him properly, without the wall dividing them. Her hand reached for his head, wanting to steer him, and she had to pull strands of hair aside to actually reach his forehead. Long hair, that had fallen into his eyes–

This time it was Tav who cursed out loud, realizing who this voice belonged to, understanding whose face she was just fucking, learning whose tongue was eating her out. As Lord Gortash’s image formed in the back of her mind, that thought pushed her over the edge. She moaned as her hips jerked into his mouth, his teeth slightly grazing over her sensitive skin as she came apart. When she was done, he licked a long streak from her entrance to her clit with the full width of his tongue, before standing back up.

“Delicious”, he praised her, and now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t unhear it. How had she not realized–

Gortash started to pump his cock in his hand, the rubbing sounds unmistakable, and it took mere moments before he groaned, spilling his seed on her, the warm strings dripping down between her folds. “Fuck”, he moaned, his free hand still on her waist. “I think you’ve ruined me.”

Grateful for the house rules of not being allowed to talk, Tav stared at the ceiling and tried to gather her thoughts. Her breathing was still shallow and quickened, and her heart was beating in a rapid rhythm trying to process what had just happened. He didn’t know it was her, she realized. He couldn’t. There was no way–

She heard him clean himself up on the other side, then stroll back over to where she was lying. “I’d wipe my cum off you, but honestly, I think it suits you”, he said, voice low and full of mockery again. Tav’s mouth ran dry. “Goodbye.”

And with that, he was gone.

#enver gortash #gortash x tav #prompt fills #bg3 smut #bg3 fic #my writing #drabbles

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eoieopda · 1 year

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liar, liar (jhs)

Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x AFAB!Reader Type: Smut (18+ — EXPLICIT — MINORS DNI!) Word Count: 5K CW: Hoseok POV; cocky, fuckbuddy!Hoseok; soooo much teasing; masturbation with an audience (f); oh, the dirty talk; unprotected sex (p in v); Hoseok hits it from the back; overstimulation; squirting; multiple orgasms, etc. A/N: Inspired by some of the responses to @here2bbtstrash’s horny headcanon ask game 😈 Specifically, this and this.

Hoseok is a lot of things: a connoisseur with a dutifully refined palate; an archivist, collecting your artful nudes in a museum only his face can unlock; an absolute demon in his sexual prime. What Hoseok isn’t is a much shorter list: a goddamn idiot, though you seem to be taking him for one.

He’s not sure how he knows it — maybe he has a sixth sense for this sort of thing — but when he reads your text, telling him how wet you are for him, that’s not the way he pictures you.

Little liar that you are, Hoseok suspects that you’re half-awake in bed, going through the motions while some mindless drama plays in the background. In fact, if he knows you the way he thinks he does, you’re probably elbow-deep in a bag of kkobuk chips.

To your credit, you don’t make it obvious — not in your words, that is. You describe in poetically pornographic detail what you claim to want to do to him; and he’d be lying if he said his joggers weren’t growing increasingly tight with every little obscenity you send his way. You made one mistake, though, and Hoseok can’t let it go.

He could pick your disastrously thick, downright bite-worthy ass out of a lineup — and he knows that the picture you just sent him is one you’ve sent before.

It takes a minute for him to force his eyes off your supple skin and throw himself out of his bed, but Hoseok eventually manages. He tugs on a shirt, then a jacket for good measure, and then he stalks off towards the door to his apartment. Shoes on and keys in hand, he’s on his way to you before he can think once, let alone twice.

When he hits the sidewalk, it’s the fury of a fuck buddy scorned that propels him up four blocks to your place. Then, desperation and aching balls force him to skip the usual, friendly conversation with your doorman as he breaches your apartment building. Finally, with a bit of menace — for zest — his knuckles rap against your door. His jaw is clenched and twitching slightly when you finally answer, looking good enough to eat in your baggy sweatpants and shocked expression.

“Jay?” You squeak out your little nickname for him. Cute. Your frenzied hands then fly up to scrape fly-aways back into the bun sitting crooked on the top of your head. “What are you doing here? My place is a mess right now. I’m a mess right now — I wasn’t expecting company.”

Hoseok smirks, revels in the fact that he’s caught you red-handed, and slips past you into your apartment. Before your brain can catch up to this turn events, he gazes at you through narrowed eyes while his head cocks to one side. At first, he says nothing. He simply lets you simmer; make-up free cheeks burning maroon while your dumbstruck mouth hangs slightly open.

“So,” he snips. Your knees wobble a bit under the heat of his gaze; he knows exactly what it does to you when he plays up the assertive attitude. "It would seem that we’ve got a credibility problem, petal.”

Your mouth closes, but your eyes grow wider with the practiced, twinkling innocence only a guilty person can sell. Hoseok can hear the gears turning in your brain as you try to think up an excuse for sexting him on autopilot. Lucky for you, he’s got all the time in the world to wait while you spin your wheels over the issue.

Lucky for him, granting you leave to answer and toying with you aren’t mutually exclusive.

When he steps closer to you, you inch away until your back bumps against the wall behind you. A tiny gasp escapes; your warm breath fans out over his neck as he leans down to you. You’re not entirely chest-to-chest — not yet anyway — but the consequences your actions had on him earlier are still palpable. He knows you can feel it, too, nudging the space just above your hip bone.

Hoseok, ever the tease, takes the hem of your t-shirt between his thumb and middle finger. Running the tips along the seam there, he tugs so lightly that the movement barely registers. Even still, it’s enough pressure to make your nipples peak through the fabric — just like he’d hoped. Meanwhile, your eyes shake as you stare, unblinking, up at him.

You are so fucking pretty when you shiver.

Pulling just a little bit harder on the end of your shirt, Hoseok leans in even closer. You push up, ever so slightly, onto your toes like you’re waiting to be kissed. He wants to indulge you — he knows you know that — but he’s determined to hold the line. You whine when he turns away at the eleventh hour so that his lips instead hover below your ear.

“You had so much to say over text,” he hums as he fidgets absently with your top. “Can’t help but feel a little neglected, honestly. Where’s all that big talk now?”

With his voice dropped low like that, Hoseok wonders if you feel it vibrate against your neck. You whimper, wordlessly confirming that you do. When he eliminates whatever remains of the distance between you, the tip of his nose bumps your jaw at the same time his swollen dick presses more firmly against your abdomen. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of you swallowing down a moan.

He smirks as you shift. You’re subtle with it, but he knows what you’re trying to do — sidle up closer, get his lips to finally touch your skin. On any other day, you’d win him over in a heartbeat. You’d get him now if you used those honeyed words of yours in person.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts with a disapproving click of his tongue. Doubling down, he holds his hands up and out to the side where you can see them but not touch them, “Not laying a finger on you until you speak up.”

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth as the tip of his nose once again prods your jaw. Now, that won’t do. “Not gonna give you my lips, or teeth, or tongue, either, if you can’t say that same filthy shit with your whole chest.”

What he does give you is a microscopic roll of his hips. There’s hardly friction at all — no relief. Maddeningly, it just compounds that dull ache you cursed him with. The only benefit Hoseok reaps from that tiny movement is the pout that blossoms on your face when you realize:

Playing stupid games wins you stupid prizes.

“Aren’t you curious?” His gaze drops to your lips for half a moment — long enough for you notice — then his eyes raise again to bore into yours. “About how good you could have it if you weren’t just going through the motions?”

You finally open your mouth. All he gets is his last initial, drawn out and quiet, but still so needy.

“Jay.”

“Nah,” he laughs darkly. The corner of his mouth pulls up into that smug, lopsided smile he knows will fuck you right up. “I’m Hoseok to you tonight, petal — and I don’t give a shit about the state of your apartment, or whether or not you shaved your legs.”

Your frown deepens when he backs away, but goddamn, does your face light up when he starts walking in the direction of your bedroom.

With how expressive you are, you’re unbelievably easy to tease. Any reaction Hoseok could ever want from you is broadcasted in an instant all over your sweet face. He has to bite back an endeared grin before he glances back at you over his shoulder — only to find that you’re still holding the wall up.

“Cat got your tongue and your legs? Damn!”

He’s already crossing the threshold into your bedroom when you finally take your cue to follow him. That adorable, confused crease reappears between your eyebrows when he goes for your vanity instead of the bed set up on the opposite side of your room. Grabbing the stool, he pulls it out and sits down. He then gestures languidly with his palm extended, silently inviting you to sit across from him on the edge of your mattress.

Abundantly cautious, you quietly study his face as you sink down onto your unmade bed. Your voice drips with suspicion when you ask, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok chuckles with a shake of his head and an admittedly devilish grin. He runs his palms over the thighs of his joggers, praying he’ll be able to shed them soon — just not too soon. “That’s precisely the point, petal.”

His words clearly haven’t sunk in yet, so you cross your arms over your chest and one leg over the other. Then, you wait — albeit not patiently — for an explanation he’s not going to offer.

Hoseok tilts his head to the side as he stares back at you. On the nights when you actually expect to see him, you tend to be more dolled up than you are now. He understands that, but he can’t figure out what you meant when you called yourself a mess. You may not be wearing the fatal lingerie from that recycled photo, but that fact doesn’t make him want to unwrap the gift in front of him any less.

Doesn’t make him want to tease you any less, either.

“Well, then,” he starts simply with a shrug, “Show me.”

You might be genuinely puzzled by this, but then again, you might be fucking with him now, too. You swallow, blink back at him all slow and cute. “Show you what, exactly?”

Hoseok leans back against your vanity and rests his elbows on the tabletop. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he answers, and the way your hungry eyes follow its path isn’t lost on him. Though he won’t show his cards just yet, he’s dying to give you every sick little thing you want — so long as you open that pretty mouth of yours and speak it into existence.

Until then, he’s prepared to coax it out of you.

“Show me how you want me to touch you.”

Your eyebrows raise. That cotton candy blush sweeps over your cheeks again and it takes a conscious effort not to palm his own dick through his pants. He wonders if you taste like cotton candy, too.

A few moments stagger past while the two of you sit at an impasse, simply staring at one another in tension-riddled silence. He’s determined not to buckle, though that little pout of yours would normally have him on his knees by now. He’ll gladly be your toy any other night of the week, but this time, he’s not backing down.

With a tiny huff, you stand up on wobbly knees. Your arms cross over your stomach as you reach for the hem of your shirt, then you pull them back up slowly, taking your shirt with them. It’s not a sight he’ll ever get tired of — not one he ever takes for granted, either — watching the way your tits bounce when their only covering slips up and away.

When it really comes down to it, though, it’s what comes next that really turns him feral.

Your nimble fingers work out the knotted drawstring at the waistband of your sweatpants; Hoseok is all but drooling with anticipation. No late night photo of your ass could ever replicate the effect that the real thing has on him. There’s no comparison, no substitute. He groans without meaning to when that thick fabric slides down your silky thighs and lands with a muffled sound at your feet.

As he suspected, there’s no black lace to be found underneath. Hoseok feels validated, but more importantly, he feels his dick twitch against the confines of his pants when he sees the faint gloss of arousal on the upper-most part of your inner thighs. He tears his eyes away and follows your legs all the way down when you bend to pull your discarded sweats off your ankles.

He’s not sure if he’s capable of speech, so he doesn’t instruct you further. Instead, he opts to observe with a clenched jaw as you sit down on the edge of your bed. Once your bare ass meets the duvet, you push yourself back until there’s enough room for your legs. Your heels come to rest in front of you, but you keep your knees together — still hiding.

Really, he’s on the brink of begging. Hoseok can’t let it show, though. He fixes his dark-eyed stare on you and smirks, hoping one look is enough to prompt those perfect legs to spread. When they actually do, he swallows down a growl.

Fuck.

Your face and your pussy are tied for first, both the most angelic thing Hoseok’s ever fucking seen. Inside his mouth, he captures his tongue between the tips of his teeth to keep it to himself. There isn’t a part of you he doesn’t want to savor. Nowhere on your body he doesn’t want to nip at, suckle and mark.

Leaning your weight onto one hand, you slide the other down your navel. Then, his eyes follow it as it trails over the soft hair he’s told you a thousand times he doesn’t mind; but which is likely the reason you look so self-conscious now. Your hand stops to rest just above your clit and Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s nerves or showmanship that justifies the pause.

“Go on,” he sounds casual when he says it as if this isn’t killing him any less than it is you. “Prove that you meant what you say.”

Finally. Movement.

The tip of your middle finger dips down between your folds, and Hoseok can hear how thoroughly you’ve drenched yourself. He can hear your little mewls, too, as your fingertip wades through your wet heat, then travels back up to your clit. Slow spirals follow, underscored by breathy moans.

“Shit,” you sigh as your eyes flutter and your head falls back. Is that really all you’ve got to say? You push up slightly onto your heels, swirl your hips in microscopic circles opposite to your finger’s ministrations.

Hoseok knows it’s not enough for you. Your greedy pussy is screaming for more; he hears it loud and clear from his spot several meters away. It begs to be filled, knuckle-deep, and craves teasing pressure at an angle that’s difficult for you to meet on your own. He doesn’t move to help you, though. He just lets you try to mimic the way his longer digits make you feel.

It’s frustrating, sitting there with his hands kept to himself. If he’s not going to wield them against you, his only other instinct is to tend to the painfully hard dick leaking pre-cum inside his boxers. Unfortunately, it’s your touch he wants, not his own. Maybe if he gets you talking, you’ll unravel faster and earn a reward.

“I wanna see you finger-fuck yourself,” Hoseok’s gruff voice surprises you and causes your doe eyes to snap open. They lock in on his face, clearly flustered by his assertiveness. “Stretch that pretty pussy for me, petal. Need to know you can take it when I finally let you have my cock.”

You sound like an angel when you sigh like that. Hoseok grits his teeth and swallows hard. It dawns on him then that he may be torturing himself more than he’s torturing you. Every muscle in his body is threatening to mutiny, but he refuses to indulge their cries to move. Thankfully, you do.

As your finger penetrates your hole for the first time, Hoseok’s can’t decide which sound is his favorite: the moan that starts in the depths of your chest and only builds as it exits your mouth, or the squelch of your cunt as you tease yourself. Maybe it’s the slight squeak of the bed frame when you begin to grind down against your hand, pushing your finger in deeper towards your detonator and increasing the pressure of the heel of your hand against your clit.

You whimper his name and that settles it — that little plea is the best noise he’s ever heard. “H-Hoseok!”

At this point, he’d be quick to soothe you, rush over to gift you that orgasm you’re so desperately chasing. Instead, he stays planted in his seat, tilts his head to the side, and hums fondly, “Yes, petal? You wanna cum?”

He gets an eager, desperate nod in response which is nowhere near good enough. Please just learn your lesson so he can fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Just — “Tell me, then. I’ve read your bark; show me your bite.”

You add a second finger, and your head drops forward. The pace increases and — fuck — you’re gushing. Your arousal catches the light as it drips down the length of your fingers and pools in the palm of your hand.

Please, please, please just say what you need.

“Agh!” Your frustration peaks and you wail, panting. A sheen of sweat breaks out on your forehead, matching the slick on your collarbones. “Want to cum. Fuck, I — ah! — I need to cum so fucking bad, Hoseok, p-please. I want to feel you in my stomach. I — mmnh — need you to fill me.”

Hoseok has options. He could continue to sit there, watching you fall apart, and try not to cream his fucking pants. He could break his cardinal rule and impale you on his dick before making you cum twice first. Or, he could tag you out; take care of you and guide you right off the edge.

He gets to his feet before he even settles on a plan. The distance between you closes quickly, and then he wraps his hand around your straining wrist. You crash back against the mattress with relief washing over your face — and you have no idea what that aid is going to look like. He settles on his knees, one between yours and the other on the outside of your right leg.

“Got you, petal,” Hoseok murmurs.

His left hand cradles the back of your neck and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. As he does, his right hand slips between your thighs. You moan into his open mouth, and he swallows it. He accepts your tongue without resistance, too; the same way your pussy takes his middle and ring fingers. Thoroughly soaked, he bottoms out quickly at the knuckles.

Immediately, he angles his fingers upright, presses the tips against your g-spot, and sets a punishing pace. The babbling that pulls from you is barely louder than current below, but Hoseok gives credit where it’s due: You cry out, clear as a bell, “G-gonna make me cum all over your fingers. Feel so f-fucking good!”

And you do, hard. Your release spills over his hand and soaks the sheet underneath you as you writhe underneath him.

Hoseok kisses you, deep and desperate, but he can’t stop there. He presses his forehead against yours, looks you dead in the eye, and then he begs, “One more, petal. Gimme one more and then I’ll fuck you stupid, I promise.”

You clench your jaw tightly and nod. Thankfully, you don’t make him wait long. He watches your eyes screw shut, then your mouth fall open. When your second orgasm rips through you, you’re too far gone to make a sound. On otherwise dead air, it’s just the flurry of expletives tumbling out of Hoseok’s mouth and the river he’s fucked out of you.

When the aftershocks eventually peter out, you slump back on top of your doused duvet. You throw an arm over your face as you attempt to catch your breath. While you do, Hoseok’s hand finds a new occupation in caressing the curve of your hip. You can’t see the pride in his smile, but it’s there.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard you say cum out loud before,” He grins. Your move your arm just slightly, but it’s enough for him to see the one eye you’ve cracked open to glare at him. He gently and repeatedly taps your hip bone with the pad of his thumb until your face dissolves into a hard-fought smile. “Hot as fuck, in case you were wondering.”

You give up your hiding place and let your arm drop down beside you. Better still, you raise an eyebrow and hum, “I wasn’t, but d’you wanna know what I am wondering?”

Hoseok captures your lips in another kiss, though he doesn’t linger the way he wants to. “Sure fuckin’ do,” he says on a weighty exhale. He means it; he’s dying to hear whatever it is you’re about to say.

It’s difficult with the way you’ve melted into your bed, but you still manage to tilt your head to the side. Though he can’t know for sure, Hoseok suspects that the way your tongue glides over your kiss-bitten lips is payback for the way he’d looked at you earlier. He’s certain that this little tease looks far better on you than on anyone else — himself included.

As you speak, you pinch the hem of his shirt between your thumb and middle finger. You trace the seam, tug it with a force that barely makes the fabric flutter but still threatens to knock him out. Shit, the toll you take on him when you use his own actions against him…

“Tell me why you’re not naked yet, Hoseok,” you drawl, letting the last syllable click in your mouth. The wicked glint in your eyes makes his dick twitch; he knows you felt it jump on the top of your thigh. “You gonna fuck me stupid, or are you a liar, too?”

In a frenzy, he grabs both sides of your face and kisses you hard. You open your mouth against his, keening as he licks into your mouth. It’s now that he realizes he was right about something else, too: there’s a faint taste of kkobuk chips that barely registers when his tongue savors yours.

With a melodramatic gasp, he pulls away in order to point an accusatory finger at you, “I fucking knew it!”

It’s clear by the slight furrow of your brows that you have no idea what he’s talking about. In short order, you ignore the self-satisfied grin he’s wearing. Then, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. You pull a growl out of him in the process, “Goddamn it. I love it when you do that.”

“Hoseok!” You whine as your restless hands paw at his still-clothed chest. The pout he loves so much takes up residency on your face, shuts him right up. “Clothes off! Please, please, please — I’m dying here.”

He, a bastard, blinks down at you with the most convincing bemusement he can muster at a time like this. He asks, “Dying? For what?”

You don’t bother to respond with words this time. Lips pursed with effort, you wrap your arms around him tight and pull him all the way down on top of you. Undeterred by the weight of his body on yours, your unchecked arousal empowers you to roll until you’ve got him pinned on his back beneath you.

That look in your eyes — that feral one, where your pupils swallow up your irises — tells him everything he needs to know. He lets your rabid hands rip his shirt over his head; his hands drop down until his thumbs hook under the waistbands of his joggers and boxers in tandem. Before he can begin to tug them down, you swat his hands away and take over.

“Shit,” he hums, impressed, “Did I awaken something in you, petal?”

You shoot him a smirk and the way his unrestrained dick leaps at the sight of you makes Hoseok consider the possibility that you’re telekinetic. Amusement clear on your face, you lift a hand to run the top of your index finger along the vein trailing down his length. You shrug, suddenly nonchalant, “You wanna sit here and discuss it, or do you wanna feel that cock twitch inside of me?”

Oh, fuck.

Now unspeakably eager, Hoseok sits up until he’s face to face with you. “Turn around,” he instructs, and you listen.

Once you’re on your knees with your back to him, you lean forward and stretch your arms out on the mattress in front of you. As you wait, head down and perfect ass up, Hoseok is momentarily hypnotized by the subtle way you swivel your hips. The way your cheeks jiggle, even with the slightest shift.

“Liar and a tease,” he sucks his teeth. “You really wanna be my downfall, don’t you, petal?”

You bend your neck to look over your shoulder at him, knowing full well that he dies a thousand times whenever you stare up at him from under your lashes like that. Jesus Christ, you’re a dream. He’d pinch himself, but he doesn’t have the time; you reach back between your spread legs and take his dick in your hand.

Rolling your wrist, you work his tip at a goddamn snail’s pace like you want him to drop dead behind you. He’s unable to keep from groaning, and he can’t stop his hips from rutting forward into your fist, either. You do him the favor of squeezing the crown tighter when you finally do let him go, hand sticky with pre-cum.

“Well then,” you echo his earlier statement with that familiar twinkling innocence in your eyes, “Show me how good I can have it.”

Part of Hoseok is stalling because he knows that he won’t last long. He’s been so impossibly hard for so long now, the way you grip him will have him blacked out and drooling in a matter of minutes. However, the rules he’s made for himself dictate that you have to finish three times before he gets to. And so, with that perverted sense of duty in mind, his hand picks up where yours left off.

You both groan when his tip slides through your folds — goddamn, he wants to drown in you later — but he goes mute the second he finally enters you.

“Oh, fuck. How are you thicker than last time?” you croak because you know his ego hasn’t hit the ceiling yet. Your heads slumps down towards your elbows like you’re dead already, halfway to buried in a mess of sheets. “Swear to God, I’ll get used to this someday.”

Hoseok grins even though you can’t see him do it. The pads of his thumbs find the Venus dimples sitting pretty above your ass. It’s arrogant — he knows this — but he likes to think they were made for him, placed intentionally where his hands can find them when he gets ahold of you.

Rubbing spirals at the base of your spine, he calls, “All good, petal?”

“Fuck me,” you answer.

And he does.

The first thrust tests the waters to make sure you’re actually able to comfortably take him and it’s not simply wishful thinking on your part. You’re impatient, though, and you push your hips back when his second thrust snaps forward. For a moment, Hoseok fears he’s gone blind. Thankfully, it’s temporary; just the haze that overtakes his fucked-out brain whenever he feels your velvet walls squeezing the life out of him.

You match his movements every time he grinds himself into you. Either you’re as desperate as he is to cum, or you know his unspoken rule and intend to kamikaze dive off the edge with him in tow.

Whatever your motivation is, he can’t keep his train of thought on track — not with the way your slick has coated his balls, which slap sickly against your clit when he drives himself into you; not with the sight of your ass bouncing so deliciously against his pelvis, more so the harder he fucks you.

“Thrust are getting a little sloppy there, Hoseok,” you lilt through gritted teeth. Your teasing is interrupted by a breathless moan, but you still persist, “You about to cum, baby?”

He’s holding on for dear life — to your hips, to the last shred of his resolve. He is going to cum, but not before you do.

“N-no. Could do this all night.”

You shriek when his fingers dig deeper into your doughy flesh and slam you down onto his cock; the force of your thighs colliding with his leaves him tingling.

Two things happen in such quick succession that Hoseok doesn’t have time to process them. There’s you, creaming on his cock with a wail. Then there’s you calling him a liar as your cunt flutters around him, forcing him to empty himself completely with a toe-curling groan.

Hoseok collapses in a heap behind you when he finally finds the strength to pull his still-twitching dick out of your pussy. A potent mix of your joint release spills out of you in his absence; he’s only graced with the sight of it in the split-second before you turn around and crawl back over to him. Unceremoniously, you drop yourself into the space next to him and rest your head on his heaving chest.

“So,” he sighs, thoroughly blissed. He glances down his nose at you as he gently unsticks strands of your hair from the layer of sweat on his chest. “What did we learn about mouths writing checks?”

You try to hide your smile when you roll your eyes up at him. You sound exhausted but thoroughly amused when you respond, “Ass better be able to cash them.”

Hoseok pats your ass cheek affectionately, gives it a light squeeze for good measure. “Damn straight, petal.”

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silversiren1101 · 27 days

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I don't understand people getting upset over the microtransactions in Dragon's Dogma 2 since literally everything they are selling is easily acquired in game just by playing the game. This is pretty standard Capcom practice for the past like 6 years now: in order for Capcom to release your game you have to have a bunch of microtransactions, so developers have been complying by putting nonsense stuff up there to sell for the lazy or busy. The past like 4 Resident Evils did this. Monster Hunter does this. EVEN DMC5 LET YOU BUY RED ORBS, WHICH YOU GET IN THE THOUSANDS BY KILLING A HANDFUL OF ENEMIES.

None of it is exclusive.

All of it is acquired in game, just by playing the game.

It's basically just a Capcom-Developer requirement that has been going on for years and yet everyone is freaking out about it ...now? Literally just don't buy it. Just like you didn't buy it for RE7/8, MonHun, DMC5, etc etc.

#it's just kind of what capcom does at this point it's not unique to DD2 #but i guess if you don't play capcom games or pay attention it might seem new or shocking to you #just play the game as you would lol #dragons dogma 2

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spectral-snippets-and-drabbles · 10 months

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New Leaf!Au

Danny successfully completed his training to ascend to the throne and is taking a well earned vacation to celebrate. The time for said vacation time is a surprisingly long, long vacation but one he was happy to take one nonetheless! So he decided to travel the multiverse and found one that had heroes!

Surely he could finally kick back, relax and watch them handle things without his help, right? Especially after aiding them in taking down the guy with funny lazer eyes (he tore Darkseid to pieces in front of said heroes for them).

...Right?

After much gaslighting, feigning innocence, and speaking half-truths on his part, Danny is able to convince them that he's an alien that was the last of his kind with very few memories left of who he was. Thankfully, Martian ManHunter's mind reading abilities don't work on ghosts, so it made him sell his pitch all the more easily.

"I cannot sense them anymore...I am alone...Will I die alone too?"

So now the league of heroes with a bleeding heart take him in and give him a place to stay as a reserve member. After being told that his kind age rather slowly and that he's still considered a youngling, Dinah thinks socializing with younger people will do wonders for Phantom.

And for a while, things are going good until a certain Hellblazer comes rushing to the Leauge to inform the Leauge that the Infinite Realms has been ruined by Pariah Dark and freaks out when he sees Phantom wearing the Ring of Rage.

Something only one Ghost Royalty can wield. Pariah Dark was the last known King of the Realms.

However, due to a lack of knowledge from on the Infinite Realms' practices and culture, they can only speculate what the happened before Phantom found himself wandering around the place. This causes everyone to go crazy with several conspiracy theories.

The most popular ones are as follows, not in any specific tank or order:

1) Phantom has the Ring of Rage on his ring finger. Specifically, on his left ring finger.

Which has some speculating that he was the husband/consort/favored concubine to the king and was offered it to become Pariah's beloved. With all of his injuries, it's assumed Dark's enemy's tortured Phantom to the point of memory regression and so the enraged monarch sacked the Realms to either find him or enact revenge.

Phantom did mentioned he probably had children (Dan and Dani) and that his 'kind' don't need to be male and female exclusively to have offspring.

(He used Box Ghost and Lunch Lady as reference.)

2) Constantine with the knowledge of how one becomes king.

It's possible that Phantom took the title of King after challenging Pariah Dark to one on one combat and suffered a serious blow to his head in the fight to usurp the Tyrant, causing his amnesia.

Medical scans revealed a healed scar on the side of his head under his hair, giving some support to the theory. If that's the case, then their friend is a potential warrior king lost in the Land of the Living!

3) Constantine is taken at face value.

Phantom is Pariah Dark. When his subjects made a move to kill him, they failed and somehow banished him to the realm of the living in exile. If Phantom regained these old memories and truly was the old warlord standing before them, the Leauge would have to make contingency plans to eliminate him, as he laid one of the afterlives to near irreparable ruin.

(Batman's infamous paranoia makes things worse to the point where Danny may flee the universe if he were to use a contingency on him...everyone disliked that!)

4) A Victim of unjust Betrayal?

During his talks with Martian ManHunter, Phantom talked about pieces of memories of ungrateful people and how they saw him as a menace, even though he did everything possible to keep them safe. Everything became a blur after his last encounter with his enemies but couldn't recall what happened next. When he came to, the place was in ruin.

(So it's possible he pulled a Lobo, lashed out in his panicked state and damaged the realms under extreme stress after being harmed by the denizens of the Realms before running away to escape.)

5) Regressed through other means?

Constantine knows that some ghosts have an initial form after death, so he believes that there's a chance that Phantom is Pariah Dark just before he used his powers to become the Evil King, his amnesia making him regress back to the moment before he makes a final decision.

• Some Leaguers believe he's a ticking time bomb if he regained his old memories. One that they probably can't stop, as Constantine and the other magic users can sense some serious God-like power emanating from the Phantom and who definitely has legions of undead armies at his command with forgotten knowledge that would make Apokolips look tame in comparison.

• The others who are more compassionate believe that this could be a chance to help nudge Pariah Dark onto a better path to avoid becoming evil again. Better to help walk a just path and not give him a reason to believe the Leauge would harm him.

One things for certain; everyone believes Phantom is at the critical moment on the crossroad again that could very well make or break the safety of the both the Infinite Realms and Multiverse.

So they'll help him go down the path of Justice.

#danny phantom #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #He just wanted a break from being a hero ={#Danny is mentally screaming into a pillow #Clockwork and the Ancients are laughing their asses off at the notion of Danny being Dark's boytoy #The fact they think he's Pariah Dark's husband is making him want to die again #Ghosts in the DC multiverse rarely make it to Infinite Realms and are in Limbo #One contracted to Constantine finally made it through the veil and was horrified to see the state of the Infinite Realms #Said ghost couldn't find anyone because the piece of Constantine's soul is repels them #It's like when an orca kills a shark and every single shark for miles scatters #They don't want to be around something that so mangled #Constantine's informant is really late on news and thinks it's recent #The Leauge has outdated information #Everyone thinks Danny is Pariah Dark!au

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All Access Card {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.6k

Warnings: Sex work/prostitution, bondage, spanking, sub/dom tones, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), thigh riding, threats of death, removing helmet, pregnancy

Comments: Instead of credits like he was promised, Mando is given a card to one of the most exclusive brothels in the outer rim. There is one that caters to Mandalorians and when Mando decides to go, he finds much more than just satisfaction.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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The black t visor of the shiny helmet tilts down, staring at the card that has been extended to him, then slowly easing back up. “This wasn’t the deal.” The modulated tone was flat and would have caused a lesser being to flinch under the harshness that could be interpreted from the essentially monotone statement.

Instead, the Togruta laughs, shaking his head and smirking at the Mandalorian in front of him. “No, this is much, much better.” He insists, turning over the card and flashing the bright red logo before he presses into Mando’s leather clad hand. “This guarantees you access to the most exclusive sex club in the galaxy.” He winks and chuckles as he steps back. “You’re welcome. Just don’t get too addicted. Those cards are worth more than most ships in the realm.”

Mando watches the man practically glide away from him without stopping him. Sighing, he looks down at the card in his hand. “Great.” He mutters, tired and ready to return to the covert to figure out what he needs to do next.

When Din returns to the covert, card in hand, Paz immediately notices it. “What do you have there, Djarin?” He grabs it from his hand and his eyes widen under his helmet. “Kriff, you lucky - this is - it’s for that place.” He declares and Din sighs.

“What place?”

Paz chuckles, “you haven’t heard of it? It’s the best place in the galaxy. A sex club and there’s women there who cater to Mandos. They know we can’t remove our helmets, they work around it. You gotta go there and ask for a certain girl. That’s what I’ve heard and I - I’ll take the card if you don’t want it. That’s worth more credits than I have but I’ll give you something if you don’t want the experience. I’ve heard it’s incredible.”

Din scoffs, plucking the card back out of Paz’s grip and tucking it into his belt. He doesn’t want the damn thing but he is damned if he will let that big blue bastard have it. Maybe he will go and see if he can exchange it for credit at the club itself. Surely he can since that is probably where the card came from. “I need to clean up.” He grumbles, shuffling past Paz and down the hall to the small quarters he was assigned in the covert.

When the Mandalorian enters the club after showing the card, everyone knows. Din gets tired of the eyes on him wherever he goes but he is used to it. With a sigh, he makes his way over to the gilded desk, surrounded by what appears to be receptionists. “Hello Mando. How can we help? Are you here to see our Mando tamer?” The twi’lek asks with a smirk, holding out her hand with a smirk.

Din shakes his head and holds up the card. “I want to exchange this for the value in credits.” He tells her, catching sight of scantily clad men and women of all species roaming around. His cock twitches, but he’s not here to indulge. He rarely indulges in his personal needs.

“Sorry. Those cards are coveted. We don’t do exchanges. You can, however, give that card to someone in exchange for credits. Many people would chop your hand off for a chance to even hold one of those cards. It’s one of the most sought after things in the galaxy. I’d suggest you try it at least once. It’s unlimited. Never expires. You can try whatever you fancy here and then try to sell it on.”

Din’s brows raise up under his helmet. He’s never heard of something like this but he doesn’t search out brothels often. Usually just a quick fuck behind a cantina with someone who is obviously enamored with the idea of a Mandalorian suited his needs. “Alright.” Din sighs again and looks around. “There was someone who specializes in Mandalorians?”

The twi’lek nods, “she is available now if you wish to see her.” Din nods and the twi’lek sends a communication to your room to alert you that you have a client. Thankfully, you are on your shift and this is your first customer, allowing you to look your best in the sheer gown that covers you but is translucent.

“Send him in.” You respond and the twi’lek grins, guiding Din through the lounge to the private corridors. Moans and groans echo down that hall until the twi’lek reaches the last door, swiping the card to unlock your room.

“Have fun Mando.” She winks and sways her hips as she walks down the hall.

Din steps into the room, carefully looking around. Despite the advertisement that this is a pleasure house, he still has to be wary of anyone looking to trap or double cross him. The lighting is low, but clear enough that he can see the opulent room, various toys and tools for sex nearly lined up along the wall. The bed, large and in the center of the space is covered in silky sheets and there is a woman curled up in the middle.

"Hello Mando." You greet him, shocked at seeing a Mandalorian in your room. It's been a while and this one has beautiful beskar, shining and new. It's gorgeous. "Welcome. What kind of pleasure do you seek? Do you want to fuck or be fucked?" You ask, shifting off of the bed to stand. Slowly, knowing that Mandos can be spooked.

Din gulps under his helmet, slowly taking in your curves and the expanse of undoubtedly soft skin. There’s so much of it on display, from your nipples to the soft curls that cover your cunt, right down to your brightly painted toes. “What do you want?” He asks suddenly, surprising you and himself by the question.

"I want whatever you want." You walk towards him, looking up at his visor, and you tentatively reach out to run your fingers along the shiny beskar. "I like your beskar. Clan of two." You murmur, remembering your own clan of two but that is not what you need to focus on right now.

He tilts his head, surprised that you know that. The small etching on his signet giving it away. Maybe it’s because of your familiarity with Mandalorians. “I am in charge.” Din decides, knowing that he will feel more comfortable with that arrangement.

You nod, "you are in charge. I have blindfolds if you wish to remove your helmet. If not, you can keep it on. You are in control and I am yours to do what you want with. I will tell you my limits. I do not want knife play, no watersports or scat. Other than that, I am yours to use." You tell him, excited already at the idea of the Mandalorian taking you. You always get turned on at the feel of the beskar, so familiar, and comfortable.

Din groans quietly. He’s never taken his helmet off with a lover, blindfolded or not. Never wanting to risk something happening. “That’s acceptable.” He nods, stepping closer to you and seeing the look in your eyes at the shiny, unpainted beskar. “You can touch it.” He allows, wondering if you have an armor kink.

Your hand slides along the beskar, your eyes flicking up to the visor, and for a moment, you wonder what he looks like beneath it. “It’s beautiful.” You declare, admiring his form as he looms over you. “Would you like to touch me?” You ask, wanting to feel his hands - gloved or not - on your skin.

“Yes.” He does want to touch you, wants to see if your skin feels as soft as it looks. He reaches out, not removing his glove and strokes a finger up your arm. “I don’t remove anything.” He tells you, explaining previous encounters. “But I want to touch you with my bare hands.”

“You can do that. I don’t discuss anything to do with my client. Anything that happens here will be confidential. Even your bare hands. Can I?” You ask, reaching for his glove and his helmet nods. You grip the edge, pulling the glove off to expose his hand. “Both?” You ask and he nods again. You repeat the action on the other hand so both are exposed and you wait for him to make the next move after you carefully set the gloves down.

His stomach twists in anticipation, he’s had a barrier between him and the galaxy since he had sworn the Creed. He had never touched someone without his gloves since then. Inhaling a deep breath, he reaches out, unaware that his hand is trembling slightly and caresses your cheek.

You feel the tremor in his hand and you stay still, letting him lead. It’s clear he has touched anyone since he took the Creed and you won’t rush him. Tilting your head to allow him to explore however he wants. “Feel good?” You ask, a little breathless from how intimate this is. Most of your clients would be inside of you by now.

His hand slides down the column of your throat and he pauses with his hand there, watching your chest expand in a deep breath. Notating that for later. “It does.” He agrees, fingers webbing out over your skin and down to your breast where he cups it, groaning over how soft you are. “You said I could have anything I wanted?”

You are already wet. This imposing Mandalorian has enthralled you with a simple touch you find yourself willing to do whatever he wants, your unusually submissive side coming out. “Whatever you want, Mando.” You promise, fingers twitching with the need to touch him but you refrain.

He groans again. “Okay.” He pinches your nipple and loves the way your lashes flutter. “What about bondage?” He asks. He’s not the type to take without asking, not from a sexual partner. “Can I tie you up, Mesh’la?”

The idea of this mandalorian tying you up and doing what he wants to you has you dripping. “Yes. Maker, yes. You can tie me up.” You respond a little pathetically. It’s been so long since someone was so in tune with what you wanted despite you being there to service your clients.

“You like that.” Din hums, Slightly amused and pinches your nipple again. You respond so beautifully. “I think you like a bit of pain with your pleasure.” He observes, reaching up to cup your other breast and squeezes it roughly.

“Mando.” You whimper, tilting your head back in pleasure. “I do like it. I love it. Not - usually I’m in charge. That’s what most men want. They want to be out of control but I know you want control, don’t you? You want to be in charge. To use me.”

Din groans under his helmet, hissing slightly. “Yes.” He reaches down and grips your hip to pull you closer to him. Dragging you against his chest. “Show me your ropes.” He orders.

You are soaked, watching him methodically tie you up and it seems so natural to him despite you knowing he hasn’t done this before. He must be a bounty hunter. The thought makes a whimper escape your lips. “Thank you.” You offer when he finishes and you look into the mirror across the room, admiring the way he has you tied up and standing.

“Do you want the blindfold?” He asks, holding up a black scrap of fabric. “Add sensory deprivation? Or do you want to see what I do to you?”

“It’s up to you. You want to take your helmet off? I - if you aren’t, I want to see you.” You tell him, knowing that he will be a sight to behold if this is the first time he’s doing this.

“Helmet stays on.” Din tells you, still uncomfortable with the idea of removing it. It’s a loophole in the Creed, to use a blindfold, but he doesn’t want to test it. Even if no one but you would know, he would know. “Look at you.” His helmet slides up and down as he looks at your bound body. “I can do whatever I want to you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, Mando. Want you to- to touch me however you want. I’m yours to use.” You offer, watching him as he walks around your bound body, the beskar shining under the lights.

He doesn’t know where to start. There is so much that he wants to see, so much to do now that he’s given into the idea of doing this. Din stands behind you and draws his hand back, slapping your ass harshly.

You gasp, loving seeing this dominating side coming out of the silent but lethal mandalorian. "Maker." You hiss in both pleasure and pain. You love being treated like this. Your kinks are being explored, unlike your clients who want you to spank them. This is what you want. "Again." You order, impatient as always.

“Hush.” His hand snakes around you, gripping your jaw in a tight hold. His helmet presses against your ear and the cool beskar soothes the sting of the slap. “You get what I give you.” He growls, enjoying the way that you are begging for him.

You let out a whimper that you’ve never heard from yourself before. “Yes, Mando.” You squeak, allowing yourself to give yourself to him like he wants. “I’ll take what you give me.” You agree, fingers flexing around the silks.

“Good girl, Mesh’la.” Din has never played like this before, never taken his time and indulged and he wants to do everything. His hands slide around you, down your stomach and over your mound. “Does it make you wet, knowing you’re at my mercy?” He asks roughly, cock hard in his flight suit and pressing against your ass.

“Yes Mando. I’m soaking wet for you. Because of you. You could do anything to me right now and I’d be happy. Just please.” You want to beg him to touch you but you know you can’t, that will make him mad. “Please Mando.” You whine when his fingers hover over your clit.

He chuckles, aborning your whine and wishing he could save it, keep it for when he’s alone in the Crest. So different from the pleas for freedom, or their lives that bounties give him. “I’ve got you.” He promises, swirling his fingers around your folds and before he sinks them into your cunt.

“Oh fuck!” You cry, eyes closing as his thick digits push deep into your pussy without warning. “Yes that’s it, Mando. Maker, your fingers - they are so big.” You pant. You want to tangle your fingers in his hair but you can’t. Your eyes open and you look in the mirror, seeing his frame crowding you and you watch his fingers push deep as he starts to pump them.

His own visor looks to the mirror, the startling contrast of skin and beskar turning him on even more than he could imagine as he watches you. His fingers, his skin disappearing into your cunt and being sucked deeper with every gasping flutter. “Fuck, you’re going to feel so good.” He huffs, drawing his other hand back and slapping your ass while he curls his fingers up.

You cry out when his fingers pump deep and his other hand smacks your ass. You wish you could see his face, knowing his eyes look unhinged, but you can’t. You know it wouldn’t be right. “Fuck Mando. It’s so good. You’re gonna make me cum.” You practically sob, nails digging into your palms.

His hand grips your ass, massaging it until he feels something. Pulling back and looking down as he spreads your cheeks wider, finding a small plug in your ass. “Beskar?” He asks, bewildered.

“A gift from an old client.” You lie, cheeks burning as you realize how it comes across and you hope he doesn’t mind. “I like to keep a plug in just in case someone wants to fuck my ass.” You reveal, trying to grind down as his fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

Din hisses at the thought, gripping the plug and twisting it while he starts pumping his fingers again. “I might.” He growls. “I might fill up both holes tonight, let you drip my cum out of both.”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, Mando. You’re gonna make me cum. Gonna make me - oh shit!” You squeal, clamping down on his fingers when he twists the plug again, and you swear you’ve never felt such pleasure before. You almost black out.

Shocked that he’s already made you cum, Din growls as he works you through it. He knows that he’s good with his hands, he tries to make sure his partners are satisfied, but rarely is he watching their face when they fall over the edge like he is with you. Pumping them even harder into you while they squelch and your cum drips down his wrist and absorbs into the shirt under his vambrace.

When he works you through it, you swear you could cum again. Leaning against him as the silks hold your weight, your head lolls and you haven’t cum that hard in forever. You don’t think you ever have. Not even by your own hand. “Mando.” You whimper, chest heaving as your heart pounds.

He can tell you are overwhelmed. His fingers quickly pull out of you and reach for the ropes. Steadily working to free you of the bindings before he carries your relaxed body over the bed and lays you down.

You frown when he lays you down and stands up straight. “Do you not - don’t you want to fuck me?” You reach for him, hands shaking a little as you watch the Mandalorian above you. “You haven’t cum.”

He stands there for a moment, his cock is throbbing and he wants nothing more than to fuck you. Especially when you take his hand. His fingers curl around d yours, squeezing. “I thought it might have been too much.” He tells you, trying to give you the option. Even if you are there for him to use, he’s not interested in hurting you.

You shake your head, eyes hazy as you look at him. “You can fuck me. I want you inside of me. Please Mando.” You whine, spreading your legs to display your weeping cunt. “Gedet'ye.” (Please) You beg, wanting to feel him.

Din stiffens slightly at the use of Mando’a. Thinking that you have been taught it by another Mandalorian. It’s slightly erotic, hearing it from your lips when he can see your face. Making his cock throb harder. “Turn over.” He orders roughly, reaching for the zipper of his flight suit. “I want to see the plug while I fuck you.”

You moan, shifting onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking slightly from the anticipation and you watch him in the mirror as he kneels behind you. You hear the velcro on his flight suit and you shiver when his hard cock brushes your ass, pushing slightly against the plug. "Please Mando."

“I’m going to fuck you.” He promises, deciding to take the time to slide his cock through your folds rather than just push inside you. You’re so fucking wet from your orgasm and he loves how easily the head pushes inside when he does line up. “Maker.” He groans and rocks his hips forward to slam inside you.

The cry you let out is unlike anything you’ve ever done before. His cock is big, even bigger with the plug inside of you, and you slump forward onto your elbows. “Oh Maker Mando!” You choke when he pushes deep, pressing against your cervix. “Fuck me. Take what you need.” You plead, his bare hands caressing your spine before he grabs your hips.

He’s not gentle. Not when you say that. He sets a brutal pace and loves every cry that falls from your lips. You like it, you fucking try to rock back against him and Din is about to lose his mind at how good this feels.

“Yes yes yes Mando. Maker, you’re so deep. Fucking me so good.” You whine, not putting on an act like you usually do. You don’t have to. He’s punching your guts with every thrust and you look in the mirror to watch him. “Yes cyar’ika, just like that. Just like that.” You ramble, grinding back onto him.

His pace falters for just a second before he’s doubling his effort. Gripping your hips so hard that you will wear bruises under your skin, feel him for days between your thighs. He huffs, sinking a hand between your thighs between the slaps of his hips against your ass and starts rubbing your clit. “Cum for me Mesh’la.” He growls. “Squeeze my cock.”

Hearing him speak Mando’a combined with his fingers on your clit has you clamping down on his length, soaking him with cum, and crying out ‘Mando’ in lieu of his sacred name. “Oh fuck.” You pant, falling forward as much as you can with his hands gripping your hips.

He follows you, keeping his cock buried with hard, deep strokes. Growling as he gets closer to cumming. With one last, hard push, Din slams his cock deep and fills you with a roar. Painting your walls with his hot seed.

You pant, cheek resting on the silk sheets, and you are certain you've never had a client fuck you so hard and so good before. It's left you speechless. Maybe it's because he's a Mandalorian. You have a reputation for knowing how to handle Mandos but you have never been fucked by one like this. "So good." You murmur, finally finding your voice.

Din pants under his helmet, fogging up the HUD. He’s never had sex like that before and it scares him because while he was cumming, all he could think about was ripping off his helmet and biting your shoulder while he filled you. When he catches his breath, he straightens, quickly pulling out of you and tucking his cock away.

You mourn the loss of his cock inside of you, whimpering as you remain slumped on the bed. It takes a moment but you catch your breath, sitting up to watch him putting his gloves back on. “Is everything okay?” You ask, wondering if you did something wrong. You know that Mandalorians aren’t known for post coital cuddling but you have never had one leave so fast after orgasming.

“It’s fine.” His words are clipped, even though he didn’t mean for them to be. He’s confused and honestly a little nervous about how intense and intimate that felt. He hadn’t been expecting it and he needs to be alone to think about it. Reaching into his pouch, he withdraws credits, a large stack of them and he sets them on the table. He knows the card gives him access, but he wants you to be able to do something for yourself. “Thank you.”

You frown at the stack of credits, “I don’t - I don’t understand. I get paid as part of the membership.” You tell him but he shakes his head, “consider it a tip.” You watch him go, rushing out of your room and you sigh, sitting back as his cum drips out of you onto the silk sheets below.

****

This time when he walks in the door to the brothel, Din is more confident. He walks up to the counter and flashes his card to the hostess, asking for you by name. Shuffling slightly as he waits to learn if you are available.He’s had time to think about this. Shaking off his initial discomfort as being out of his element. He had still thought about it when he wrapped his hand around his cock every night since then. Coming back at the first available opportunity.

You get the notification that the Mandalorian is back. You recognise his member number and you swallow harshly, already wet in anticipation. You’re nervous too, worried that he wasn’t happy last time he came to see you. Maybe he was nervous. You hear the door as it opens and you stand there, exhaling as you lay eyes on the imposing Mandalorian. “You’re back.” You declare, a soft smile on your face.

Nodding, Din steps into the room and lets the door close behind him. This time he turns and twists the lock himself to ensure privacy. “Did you - did you buy yourself something nice?” He asks, wanting to kick himself for asking such a stupid question. You must think that he’s an idiot.

Your smile changes to a grin, “I, uh, I did.” You walk over to your closet, opening the door so you can pull out the dress you’d bought yourself. “I haven’t really got anything nice to wear and I just wanted something in case I get out of this place eventually. I’m usually naked.” You fluster, holding up the dress. “Do you like it?”

“It’s- it’s very nice.” He can’t help but notice that it’s the same silver as his beskar. Shiny and sleek, sexy although it’s not made to seduce someone. He knows it will look beautiful on you. “Put it on.” He demands before he decides to soften it. “Please.”

You are surprised at the request but you follow it, stripping off your silk gown, letting it fall to the floor before you put the dress on. You can feel his gaze on you the entire time and you are nervous, hoping he likes it since you bought it with his credits. “I’m hoping to wear it one day for a dinner.”

Din tilts his head at you, wondering how often you get to leave the club. He doesn’t think you are a slave, he’s seen no collar or tracker on you. As he thought, you look gorgeous and he nods. “You should.” He tells you. “Take a night off and go out to dinner.”

You sigh, “I can’t take a night off. I wish I could but I’m- I can’t go out. I can’t leave here.” You don’t reveal why, not taking the risk to tell him. You know he won’t understand your reasons for why you’re here.

“Why not?” He asks, making you bite your lip.

“It’s a long story…and you’re not here for stories.” You reach for the hem, pulling the dress off to reveal your naked form. “What would you like today, Mando?”

He can tell you are hiding something, the way you are hedging your answer and trying to distract him. He wonders what your secrets are, but reasons that everyone has secrets. His cock twitches as he takes in your naked body. “I don’t know.” He admits, not really having a plan, but just wanting to come to see you again. “Any suggestions?”

You shift closer to him, careful not to move too fast. “I know you don’t want me to see you but I - I want to suck your cock. Can I do that Mando?” You ask, reaching out to touch his beskar clad thigh as you kneel down in front of him. “I can close my eyes if you want.”

He groans softly at the thought. He’s never had someone suck his cock, too worried about how vulnerable he could be, especially with X’ian always chomping her sharp teeth at him and giggling. Still, he’s watched halo videos with oral. “I-okay.” He agrees, slightly nervous. “You don’t have to close your eyes.”

“Do you- do you want to pull your cock out? Or do you want me to do it?” You ask, wanting him to be comfortable and you rub his beskar covered thighs as you look up at his visor.

“Take it out.” He orders and you nod, reaching for his flight suit to undo it, carefully taking his hardening cock out.

“Maker, no wonder I ached.” You chuckle, admiring his impressive girth.

Din frowns under his helmet, not sure what you mean. He’s…normal, isn’t he? “Is there something wrong?” He asks, never having talked to a partner about things like that. Normally he would never see them again, but they always seemed satisfied. At least, as much as they could be from the encounter.

“Something wrong? Cyar’ika, you are…girthy than most cocks I see. Your cock is…beautiful.” You declare honestly, running your finger along its length and you smile when his cock twitches. “Possibly the best cock I’ve ever had.” You tell him truthfully, looking up into his visor as you wrap your fingers around his girth, marveling at how your fingers don’t even touch.

There’s probably a little evidence of pride as his chest swells. Looking down at your hand around him and your praise makes him feel important. Even if he shouldn’t care what you think, he finds that he does. Although you could tell every man you sleep with this, he feels like you mean it. “You enjoyed last time, Mesh’la?”

You nod, starting to pump him, and you like how proud he looks. “I really enjoyed last time.” You say, fully meaning it. No one you’ve slept with since compared to him, there was something so intense and intimate about the experience and no one has competed with it. You lean closer, his cock now hard in your grip, and you tentatively flick your tongue over the head of his cock.

“Shit.” He hisses softly, watching your tongue slide over the tip and twirl around the head gracefully. It feels amazing, and his gloved hand immediately goes to the back of your head, although he doesn’t apply any pressure.

You hum, enjoying his suddenly unrestrained move. He always seems so composed, so tactical. You want to see him unhinged. You take him deeper, shuffling closer and you look up as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, your fingers curling around the edge of his beskar.

Normally when someone grips his beskar, he’s ready to fight, but he’s totally relaxed right now. Understanding that you are using it to hold on and pulling yourself deeper. He chokes out when you swallow around him. “Fuck.”

You take him deeper, choking a little as you push past your gag reflex. You moan around his cock, loving how he curses again. You close your eyes as you concentrate before your nose presses against the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

“Maker.” Din groans and his other hand wraps around your jaw, feeling where his cock is bulging in your throat. “Good girl.” He manages, knowing that you deserve praise for this if he is as endowed as you claim. “Feels so good.”

You are glad you’ve had practice taking a cock down your throat as your eyes water while you take him. “So good.” You love his praise, egged on and practically dripping onto the floor below as you suck his cock. His gloved hand on your jaw and you wish you could see his face, see the pleasure that would be clearly displayed.

His eyes would close, if it’s not for the way that you are looking up at him. He knows that it’s crazy, but the urge to rip off his helmet is strong. To look you in the eyes without the digital display between you. “Make me cum.” He orders you softly, wanting to feel what it would be like to be sucked off.

You groan around his length, bobbing your head to take him over and over again down your throat until he lets out a loud groan, his cock twitching before he starts to spill down your throat. You struggle to keep up but manage to swallow every drop he gives you. Working him through it and you finally close your eyes at the sensation.

He’s panting under his helmet when you suck the last drops out of his twitching cock, making his toes curl in his boots. Pulling his hips back gently and smearing his thumb through the drool running down your chin. “Do you want to get off?” He asks, voice raspy. “Ride my thigh?” He’s learned that there are plenty of ways to get someone off without sex and he’s excelled at those methods.

You don’t waste the opportunity. Enthusiastically saying yes and standing up to straddle his beskar clad thigh. When his gloved fingers dig into your hips, you moan and start to grind, finding the ridges of the otherwise smooth beskar. “Mando.” You whimper when the ridge catches your clit.

He knows this is completely for you. He doesn’t get anything out of this, and yet he can’t stop watching you. Your head tilts back as you grind against him, pushing your tits out. He wants to bite them. He wants to pull his helmet off and press his face between your breasts and inhale your scent from your skin. He growls, a small rumble in his chest. “You like this? Riding my beskar?” He demands. “You’re the only one who has ridden on this plate.” He can feel the vibrations when your plug clinks against his cuss.

“Fuck. I want to be the only one.” You blurt out, unsure of why you said that but you couldn’t help it. “I want to be the one.” Your words come fast and heavy as you grind down onto his cock, whines of ‘Mando’ escaping your lips as you seek your orgasm. “Fuck.” You grab onto his shoulders, grinding down harder and faster.

He groans, enjoying the show. Helping you by guiding your hips with his hands. “Want you to cum.” He huffs, his visor fixed to your face. He lets go of one of your hips to slap the side of your thigh. “Are you gonna cum, Mesh’la?”

The squeal you release is unlike anything you’ve ever done before. Thighs shaking with the effort to work yourself through your orgasm and your cum smears on the beskar as Mando works your hips for you, taking over to work you through your high. “Mando. Oh Mando.” You slump against his beskar clad chest.

Chuckling, he lets you lay against him while you recover. Stroking your back with his gloved hands and humming softly. “When you clean up, put that dress back on.” He tells you, deciding that he wants to spend some more time with you rather than leave right away like he did before.

You are taken back by the request, confused that he wants you dressed after sex. “I- okay.” You tilt your head as you lean back to look into his visor, wishing more than ever that you could see his eyes. “Is - did I do something wrong?” You ask him softly.

“No.” Din shakes his helmet and reaches up to grip your chin to tilt it up slightly. “I’m going to take you out for a meal.” He explains. “Is there somewhere specific you want to go?”

Your first reaction is to smile at how sweet he is to want to take you for a meal, until you remember the consequences if he does just that. You bite your lip, caressing his chest plate. “Thank you but - but I can’t. I can’t leave here.” You tell him and he frowns.

“What do you mean? You aren’t imprisoned.” He counters and you frown, wondering how you could possibly explain.

“I’m sorry Mando. I can’t - thank you for the offer.” You shuffle off of his lap, grabbing your dressing gown.

He’s confused. You had just told him that you wished to get out for a meal and yet you are turning down the opportunity to do just that. He watches you throw the gown on and decides that he will bring a meal to you, since you will not go with him. “Wait here.” He orders you, striding to the door and opening it. He disappears out of the door without another word and it slides closed behind him.

You are shocked, standing there and watching the door, and you sit down on the edge of your bed, thighs still wet with your orgasm, and you wait for Mando to come back. He’s gone for a while, returning without you having another client. “Did you sign out? You used up so many minutes on your card by having me wait for you.” You shake your head at him, knowing those minutes are precious.

“Sit down.” He ignores your question. He didn’t care about that. He cared that you didn’t have to see another client while he was gone. The container in his hand is set down on the small table in your room. “I brought food to you, since you won’t go out.”

You are surprised, walking towards the small table, and you want to ask him to join you but you know he won’t. You know he won’t join you for breakfast. “Can you sit with me while I eat?” You ask, offering him a small hopeful smile. You sit down, opening the container, and moaning at the smell of the food.

Din walks over and sits down in the opposite chair from you. Watching as you start to pull out the food and utensils. He hopes that he didn’t get something that you don’t like. He doesn’t really care, as long as it’s food, but some people can be picky over their meals. “It’s not the same, but I -“ he flushes under his helmet. “I wanted to give you something you wanted.”

You smile, reaching out to touch his gloved hand. “Thank you. It’s - I love it. I don’t go out and get any food so I - thank you so much for getting me food.” Your heart thumps in your chest and you start to eat, knowing it’s awkward since he can’t take off his helmet but somehow, it’s still intimate.

Din beams as you eat your food, watching happily. There’s not a lot of times that he thinks about eating a meal, it’s often a solitary, quick thing. But right now, this is perfect. He leans in, observing your moves and wondering how you normally eat. “You have things delivered? Or do you eat ration packs?”

"It depends. Sometimes, I will have things delivered but that is very rare. Only special occasions. Most of the time, we order food for clients and the bosses don't want us to eat in case we ruin 'the illusion'. That's why I would love to wear that gown somewhere outside of this place. To be free but I- I can't." You dig back into your food, avoiding what you were gonna say.

"Why not? Why - what or who keeps you trapped here?" Din asks, ready to fight for you.

"It's - it's a long story." You reply and Din crosses his arms,

"I got time left on my card."

You shake your head, "I don't want to talk about it. Okay?"

“Okay.” Din knows you are hiding something, but he won’t push. It’s not his place right now. He’s not hunting you. Instead he leans back in his chair and watches you. “What would be your favorite thing to do. If you could do anything, go anywhere?”

You contemplate his question for a moment. "If I could go anywhere, I'd go back to my home. To my people. I couldn't go back there though. Not after what I did. I can't go home." You say vaguely, sighing as you play with your food with the fork. "Or I would go to Canto Bight. Con those self important idiots out of their credits." You smirk, "and wear a beautiful dress while doing it."

Din hums, wondering who your people are, but he doesn’t ask. Your smile is too playful right now. “You could always do that, you’d be good at it.”

“Yeah?” You chuckle, tapping your fingers on the table while you take a break from eating. “I think so too. I think I could be good at it. I just- I don’t want to do this forever. I don’t want to have to hide anymore.” You confess, feeling yourself once again wish you could see his face. Just once. You know he can’t. He won’t. Still, it doesn’t stop you wanting it.

“Are you done?” He asks, nodding towards your food. You bite your lip and Din pushes back from the table. “Come here.” He wants you again. This time he wants you to sit on his cock. “I want to see if you can finish eating while I’m inside you.”

It’s an odd request. One you haven’t had before, but you agree, shrugging off your gown while he pulls his hard cock out. You smile, sitting onto his lap so your back is pressed against his chest. “I doubt I’ll be able to finish my food like this.” You admit breathlessly after you lift up, sinking down onto his cock.

Din nuzzles his helmet as close as he can, imagining taking his helmet off and whispering in your ear. “Yeah?” He groans, twitching inside you. “Distracted by something?”

You moan when you feel the vibrations of his visor against your head, making you shiver on top of him. “Fuck Mando.” You lean back against him, hand shaking as you pick up the fork, unsure if you can eat while his girth stretches you out. “Mando. I need-” You grip the table, using it to leverage yourself to begin working yourself up and down his cock.

“I’ve got you.” He grips your hips and lifts and lowers you on his cock, groaning at the way you slide around him. It’s what he imagines the finest silk to feel like. “That’s it, take another bite.” He urges you.

You gather yourself, forking a piece of food and bringing it to your mouth just as he pulls you down onto his cock. A moan escapes your lips and you struggle to place the food into your mouth as your eyes close in bliss.

Grunting, he keeps working you up and down on his length, feeling your walls contract when he spears up into you roughly. “Good girl.” He manages, gritting his teeth together.

His praise makes you moan and you swallow your bite, struggling slightly and you grab onto the table as you force yourself to fork up some more food. When he hits something deep and delicious inside of you, you drop the fork, a squeal escaping your lips in surprise. “Oh fuck Mando.” You hiss, leaning back against him.

He chuckles and continues to fuck up into you. Watching your head tilt back against his pauldron and he can barely see you out of his visor. Reaching out, he starts rubbing your clit vigorously. “Want you to come cyar’ika. Want you to soak me.”

You completely forget about the food, focusing only on the pleasure as he thrusts up into you. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” You squeal, thighs shaking as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him as you follow his order, cumming on his cock. “Mandooo.” You pant, trying to grind down onto him, “cum. Cum for me.”

He growls harshly, pushing up off the chair as he chases his own release. Grunting while your walls tremble around him and it doesn’t take long. Five slick slaps of his cock into your sopping cunt and he’s falling apart, burying his cock deep while he lets out a low groan of the name you gave him.

Your real name is on the tip of your tongue, to hear it from his modulated mouth, but you don’t. You can’t risk it. “Mando.” You sigh in bliss, pressing your head against the cool beskar. “Always so good.” You confess, truly meaning that. You never have to fake it with him.

He doesn’t think that you are faking, it feels too real, you get too wet. He pants softly and squeezes your hip with the hand that’s still gripping it. “Perfect.” He agrees, he’s never been so relaxed after sex before, slouching back in the seat and bringing you with him. The two of you just sit for a moment, his cock pulsing inside you while he relaxes.

You reach behind you to caress the beskar, enjoying him just holding you for a moment. “Well, I didn’t finish my meal.” You chuckle breathlessly, feeling his responding snort through the beskar. “Mando. Thank you for the food and the orgasm.” You grin, knowing he paid you but this doesn’t feel like a service. You look forward to him visiting you, everyone else pales in comparison to the point where you don’t want to bother taking any other clients.

Din hums, hating that he’s softening inside of you. His time is coming to an end and he needs to go. He pats your hip and leans his helmet against the side of your neck. “You’re welcome.” He chuckles quietly. “Thank you for the orgasms. I’m relaxed and I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

You smile, wishing you could ask for him to stay but you can’t, that’s not the arrangement. You don’t want to take any more clients today, wanting to spend your time thinking of Mando, of what you can never have. You’re certain you love him, insanity since you haven’t even seen his face, but no one makes you feel like he does. “You’re welcome, I - I wish you could stay longer. Maybe spend the night but I know you can’t.” Won’t is the correct word but you don’t want to push him.

Din doesn’t know how that would work, but he wants it too. His heart pounds in his chest and he squeezes your hip again. “I have to go.” He doesn’t want to, but he needs to leave and go pick up his next pucks. There is a ship full of carbonite slabs ready for Karga and the guild. “I’ll be back though.” He promises, knowing he won’t be able to stay away from this place now. Not while you are here.

You nod, realizing that he needs to go, so you shift off of his cock, moaning as his cum starts to drip down your inner thigh and you reach for your gown, grabbing a clean cloth to clean yourself while he tucks himself away. “I’ll see you soon Mando.” You walk towards him, reaching up to caress his beskar helmet.

He captures your hand, not because he’s afraid that you will try to remove his helmet. He knows you won’t. Instead he presses it against the side and leans in, pressing his forehead against yours in the Mandalorian version of a kiss. When he steps back, he reaches into his belt and pulls out another stack of credits. “Spoil yourself again, Mesh’la.” He murmurs before he turns to walk out of your room.

You watch him go, your heart aching, and you know you’re a fool for falling for a man who can never love you back. You can never leave this place for your own safety and you know you can’t risk Mando like that. Maker, you don’t even know his real name and he doesn’t know yours. You belong to the card holders, that’s how it goes. You could never belong to the Mandalorian.

****

“Ahhhh Mando!” Grief Karga’s voice booms over the noisy din of the streets, his arms spreading wide in greeting. “Wondered when I would see you again.” Din scoffs slightly, used to the greeting since he was consistent. “I have just the bounty for you. I’ve been saving it.”

Din isn’t really too concerned. Probably just another priority target for Grief himself. He likes sending Mando after them. Told him once after too much spotchka that it was a status thing, sending a Mandalorian after them.

Grief sits down at the table, gesturing for Din to join, and he places the puck on the table after ordering a drink for himself. “Got a good one here, Mando. She’s been escaping bounty hunters for way too long. She’s smart…and she’s one of your own.” Grief reveals and Din frowns under the helmet, curious at what he means by that.

He’s not too concerned when the leader of the guild says a name. It’s not yours. However, it’s your face that pops up when he turns the puck on. Your face, a chain code, along with the fact that you are Mandalorian. Din’s entire body tenses and he leans forward, absorbing the image and the information displayed. “Her helmet is gone.” He spits. “How did you know she was Mandalorian?” It suddenly makes sense why you had never asked about his helmet and how you know Mando’a. The beskar plug. His jaw clenched under his own helmet when he reads your supposed crimes.

“She is from Mandalore. She’s a Mandalorian but during the war, she fled. War crimes made her wanted by the Empire and now, she’s crossed too many people to live in hiding. People want her head and are willing to pay good money to get it. You find her, her beskar that she’s stolen is yours.”

The Empire. Din scoffs under his breath and reaches for the puck to snatch it off the table to tuck into his belt as he stands. “Since when do you work for the Empire, Karga?” He asks, making the older man give a shrug and look around.

“The bounty comes in, the guild accepts it, no questions asked.” He reminds Din.

Turning around to walk away, Din pauses and says over his shoulder, “maybe that rule should change.” He tells Grief before he strides away towards his ship.

****

You grin when the notification comes in that Mando is arriving and you rush around, tidying up your place and you check your appearance in the mirror. Your heart thumps in your chest and you anxiously await his arrival. When the doors slide open, you stand up from your chair, walking towards him. “Hi cyar’ika.”

Cyar’ika. The fact that you are calling him that makes his heart pound in his chest even though he doesn’t respond. He’s hurt that you didn’t tell him about this, as though he was nothing more than a client. He was bound by Creed to help you. Angry that you continuously sold your body to Mandalorians and didn’t reach out. Instead of relaxing, Din puffs his chest out, his stance more bounty hunter than lover as he strides closer, reaching for the puck on his belt. “I can bring you in warm.” He rasps. “Or I can bring you in cold.”

Your blood runs cold at his words, realizing that he knows about your bounty and he wants to take you in, reap the rewards and get the credits. “Mando. I- please. Don’t do this. I can’t - they will kill me if you don’t do it now. They want me dead.” You back away from him, heart breaking that he won’t even let you explain.

He continues to walk towards you, even as your eyes fill with horror that breaks his heart and you start stepping back. Away from him. He opens the puck and sets it on the table. “You were Mandalorian.” He spits, hurt that you did not tell him. “You said a client taught you Mando’a.” He remembers that conversation, the way the words slipped out easily, as if you were used to using them. It had made him jealous, wondering how many men you called cyar’ika thinking that it sounded cute.

“I am Mandalorian.” You counter, making him shake his helmet.

“You are not wearing a helmet. You have betrayed your Creed. This is the way.”

You shake your head, reaching for him before you think better and lower your hand. “There is another way. The way you know is…it’s extreme. They don’t believe in soulmates, in Mandalorians having soulmates. You can only recognize your soulmate through your eyes meeting and the sect you came from believe that shielding the eyes behind a visor allows the Mandalorian to focus on the Creed, on the way, and not themselves. For once you find your soulmate, they are your priority, not the clan. They didn’t want that so they decided to divert from the traditional way, create a more extreme set of rules to ensure the clan comes first. Sex was for breeding, not love making. I lied about knowing Mando’a because I knew you were a bounty hunter, it’s in your very gait. I was scared. I didn’t want you to take me. I don’t want you to take me in. The Empire…what remains of it…will kill me.”

Din huffs under his helmet, not completely believing you, but he can’t say that you are lying. He can tell when someone is, but the honesty in your tone and your body language is very telling. “Why does the Empire want you dead?” He demands, needing to know why. “Why would they care about one Mandalorian who removed their helmet? You don’t even wear your beskar.”

You sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I had to take it off. I had to hide. They wanted to kill me. The Empire…they wanted war on Mandalore so I had to do something. I got a group of revolutionaries together and we - we planned to blow up a base. We succeeded. Then the Empire killed every Mandalorian involved in that revolt and I escaped by removing my armor and I’ve been in hiding ever since.”

“So how do they have your picture?” He demands, pointing to the puck, clearly showing your face as the holo image blinks at him. “They have your name. A name you didn’t give me and your face.”

You rub your cheek, “I thought I was clever, escaping and not wearing my armor but the Empire…they figured it out. I’m not - my Creed and your Creed are different. My Creed allows me to remove my helmet. The way means Mandalorians finding their soulmates, having families, and protecting the clan. That’s the way. They managed to find an image of me without my helmet prior to blowing up the base, so I’ve been on the run ever since and ended up here so I could hide from the Empire. They are growing powerful again. They want anyone who wronged them to die.”

Different Creeds, soulmates. The information makes Din’s head swim and he reaches for the puck and shuts it off. “You are worth a lot of credits.” He murmurs, shoving it back into his belt. “Someone wants you to be found.” He sighs and motions for you to sit down. “And I’m not happy with the Empire, so you’re in luck.”

You look up, watching him with hesitation, and he sits down beside you. “Well that’s something. Can I- can I know your name?” You ask him, wanting to know what to call him instead of Mando.

He tilts his helmet towards you, “Djarin. My name is Din Djarin.”

You smile, liking the sound of it and you repeat it softly. “I know it’s a lot of information but I just want you to know that everything we did in here wasn’t just because I was getting paid, I wanted to be with you.”

He hums, wondering if he was a fool for believing that. Maybe it was because he’s Mandalorian. “The plug.” He chuckles softly. “No wonder they would send Mandalorians to you. And why you couldn’t go to dinner.” He turns his helmet towards you again. “Anything else I need to know?”

You look down at your hands, knowing he has no reason to believe you but this feeling - it’s similar to what everyone described and you are certain you’re right. “I, um, I also think we could be soulmates.” You reveal, glancing up to see your own reflection in the visor.

“We could -what?” His modulated voice is in disbelief.

“This feeling. You being with me, inside of me. I’ve never felt that before, have you?”

He wants to deny it and opens his mouth to do just that. But he doesn’t. Instead, his head tilts slightly and he thinks about the cravings to take off his helmet. He’s never thought about it before with someone else, not even when he was balls deep and cumming. “No.” He admits quietly.

You tentatively reach for his gloved hand, moving slow to remove it so your skin can touch his. “Have you ever felt that before?” You ask, enjoying the electricity that passes between you. He shakes his head, knowing he’s never felt so alive just from a simple touch. “I want - I know it’s so much to ask but I want to see your eyes. I just want to look into them because - because I think I will have my answer.”

Guilt eats at him. He wants to say no, he should say no. It’s on the tip of his tongue to immediately deny you, but then he stops. He’s not sure what to believe, if he should risk removing his helmet. You have, you have given up your entire existence because of your beliefs and you’ve never tried to remove it. You know the importance to him. “You- you’re covert….you remove helmets?” He verifies again. “And you are still considered Mandalorians?” You nod and Din sits in silence for another moment, feeling the buzzing of his skin against yours. He’s wanted to take off his helmet around you since the first time and that concerned him. If he was your soulmate it would explain some of that desire. “Okay.” He decides quietly. “We will see if you are right.”

“Din.” You reach for his hands to stop him for a moment, “if we are soulmates, your Creed is still intact. It’s - your sect believes that revealing your face to your soulmate is still within keeping your Creed since they are your family. If we aren’t soulmates, you are still Mandalorian in my eyes, in the eyes of the Mandalorians I know. Either way, if you remove it and we aren’t and you wish to remain in your Creed, we can deny it ever happened.” You promise, wanting him to be completely comfortable and know what he’s doing before he reveals his face to you.

He nods, one quick incline of his head. He knows that you are just making sure, but he is ready to do this. Taking a deep breath, he reaches up and grips the sides of his helmet, watching your eyes widen slightly though the display and closes his eyes as he starts to lift the helmet off his head.

You watch him slowly remove the helmet, your breath bated as you eagerly wait to see his face, the one you’ve yearned to see since the moment he came into your room. When he removes it, you gently take it to set it down, his eyes still closed, and you swear you’ve never seen such a beautiful man. You reach up, tentatively caressing his cheek, and you bring your other hand up to caress from his forehead down to his chin, just marveling in his features.

He feels like he’s going to be sick, or maybe it’s anticipation. He can’t quite tell, but the feeling of your hand on his face nearly makes him flinch. His heart is pounding in his chest and he tells himself to just open his eyes. Slowly obeying his own command.

When he opens his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes, you swear your entire being lights up. Your heart pounds in your chest and yet you feel the most at peace you’ve ever felt in your life. You smile, your eyes on his, locked together, and you are certain you are his and he is yours.

Din feels his heart nearly burst, flooded with the complete knowledge that this woman in front of him is his. That you are his soulmate, one he never thought he had. “I-“ He swallows and manages a smile. “Wow.”

You grin, cupping his cheeks and just staring at him. “All this time…I thought soulmates were just something we were told to give us hope but it’s true. It’s true and I - Din, I love you.” You reveal, knowing it to be true. You feel it with your entire body. Your soul.

His eyes close and he absorbs the words, tucks them into his heart and savors them. He sighs softly and opens his eyes again, startled by how clear they look without his helmet. The digital display was not nearly enough. “I love you.” He murmurs softly. “I- the first time I came here, I had the urge to take off my helmet, it’s why- it’s why I left so quickly.”

Your thumbs brush his cheeks, and you can’t stop smiling, amazed by the Mandalorian. “I felt it too. I would never - I’d never remove your helmet without you telling me to but I just had this urge to look into your eyes. I haven’t - I haven’t had anyone in my room since the last time you came here. I couldn’t. It just - it felt wrong. I was waiting for you. Only you.” You promise, bringing his head down to yours, pressing your forehead against his.

His brow swung up in surprise, sure that you had many visitors since he had met you. He hadn’t wanted to admit to his jealousy though. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long then.” He murmurs before he reaches up and caresses your face. “Cyar’ika….” He sighs. “You can’t stay here.”

You sigh, knowing he’s right but you are scared. “If I leave…the Empire will find me and have me killed. Do you think you’re the only bounty hunter with that puck?” You ask him, reaching for his hand to hold it in yours, reluctant to let him go.

He knows that’s true. He’s had experience with that before. Nodding, he sighs. “So we give you to the Empire.” He tells you. “The puck says dead or alive.”

You frown, “how - are you mad? They will kill me if I go there alive and if I’m dead…I don’t - explain. Please.” You demand, praying that your soulmate isn’t considering killing you for a bounty. It’s unheard of but he is from such an offset of Mandalorian culture, perhaps he thinks this is a solution to maintain his Creed.

“You still have your beskar?” He asks, making you nod cautiously. “I will give them ‘proof’ of your death. It doesn’t say I need to bring your body back. You burnt up in the atmo when you were running from me.” He explains. “And your armor can be refashioned by the armorer of my covert so your identity will be protected. I know someone who can get you a new chain code.”

You are surprised at his quick thinking, wondering how he came up with this plan. You feel protected and cared for, something you haven’t felt since you were a child. “Thank you.” You surge forward to wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him close so you can breathe him in.

Din moans quietly, not meaning to, but the feeling of your fingers in his hair has him thrown off. It’s so intimate, he can barely think about anything but the fact that he can kiss you. “Mesh’la.” He murmurs softly, his own arms wrapping around you and tugging you close. “I- I want-“ he flushes slightly, not even able to voice it.

You know what he wants, you’ve wanted it too. “You’ll be my first kiss.” You reveal, knowing that it’s unusual considering your job but you always withheld that intimacy. You cup his cheek, bringing him closer and you brush your nose against his. Your body warms under his touch, and you tentatively press your lips against his.

Din sighs into the kiss, holding you tighter and clumsily moves his mouth slightly. Trying to show you that he wants to deepen the kiss, obviously succeeding since you open your mouth and let his tongue inside.

You let his tongue slide against yours, humming in enjoyment, and you shift to straddle him, his beskar biting into your skin in some places and making you shiver from the cold metal. “I love you Din Djarin.” You declare breathlessly, kissing his jaw. You feel safe, knowing that he will protect you, and has a plan to protect you. He’s your soulmate and you couldn’t be happier about that.

“I love you.” He reaches down and palms your ass, hauling you closer to him. He’s going to fuck you again, there’s no way that he’s going to leave this building without having you once more, but for now he groans as you bite down on his ear. “Are you- are you going to be happy wearing armor again?” He pants out, wondering if you’ve been without it too long.

You smile against his cheek, “I’m excited to wear it. It’s been a long time. I’m ready to put it back on. Right now though, I want yours off of you. Now.” You say, reaching for the clasps of his chest plate.

He shudders slightly, not stopping you from starting to pull off his armor. The door is closed, unable to be opened from the outside and you are his soulmate. If there is anyone he should strip down with, it’s you. “Mesh’la.” He groans when you pull the chest plate off and work on his pauldrons.

You work fast, used to taking off the armor for the years you wore it. When he’s in his flight suit, you reach for the zipper and look into his dark eyes. “Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable. When he says ‘yes’ you pull on the zipper, pulling it down to expose his bare skin. “Maker. You’re gorgeous.” You sigh, leaning forward to kiss his chest while you push the sleeves off of his shoulders.

He shudders again, soaking up the praise, and kicking off his boots while you grind down on his already throbbing cock. There is nothing to strip off of you except for the thin, sheer robe that you wear and he’s already pulling that off of you, leaning in to run his lips and tongue over your skin like he imagined.

You sigh in delight at the feel of his tongue over your skin. Your hands caressing every inch that gets revealed to you until the flight suit is pooled at his waist. “Din. Mesh’la.” You murmur, fingers tracing the faded scars of past battles he has won. “Riduur.” You say unconsciously, feeling that with all of your heart.

Groaning, he pulls you against him, loving the feel of your breasts against his chest. "Maker." He breathes out, scraping his teeth over your shoulder. "Riduur. Yes, you are my riduur, already. I am yours." He promises.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you enjoy the feel of him all over you, making you grind down onto his cock. “I’m yours. Have been since you first came here.” You tell him, loving how much skin is pressed against yours. You caress every scar, every blemish, following your fingers with kisses.

Din groans, nodding and starting to press fervent kisses into your skin. “Good.” He grunts into your chest. “Gonna keep you. You’re mine now.”

You push him backwards until he is laying on the bed, reaching for his flight suit to pull it down his legs until his hard cock rests on his lower stomach. You toss the suit aside and crawl back up his body, kissing his thighs and stomach. “Mesh’la. You’re so beautiful, Din.” You murmur.

He flushes slightly, unused to this praise. He reaches up and caresses your side gently. “I think you are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” He confesses. “I’ve thought it since I walked into your room.”

You shift to straddle him, leaning down to softly kiss his lips before you reach behind you to grip his cock, positioning him at your entrance before you slowly sink down. “Riduur. Cyar’ika. I love you.” You declare, leaning down to kiss his lips.

Din moans your name, not the one you had gone by, your real name. Holding onto your hips like they are a lifeline and sliding them up your back to press you firmly against his body. Relishing every inch of you pressed together. “I love you.” He pants, nearly overstimulated by the feeling.

You kiss his neck, starting to move and you rock back and forth on his cock, unhurried and just enjoying every moment of being with him. You pull back to look into those beautiful brown eyes. Unable to believe you’re looking into the eyes of your soulmate and he loves you, he wants to protect you.

“Maker, cyar’ika.” Din watches you with sonder. “I never knew that I would be able to do this. Never thought I had a soulmate, or that I would meet them.” He rambles as you ride him at your slow and methodical pace. “But you’re perfect. You’re going to stay by my side.”

Your hands are everywhere. In his hair, caressing his neck, cupping his cheeks, and you press your lips against his. His cock twitches inside of you and you know he loves kissing. It’s so intimate and you adore it. “Din. Oh Maker. Din. I love you.”

He loves the fact that the two of you are exchanging breaths. That he can feel the warmth of your breath across his skin. It makes him thrust up into you frantically every time you whimper and clench down around him. “I love you, oh fuck.” He groans, “I - cyar’ika, I need you to cum.”

You pant, the pleasure taking over from the emotions, and you rock back onto his cock. Your hips pressed against his so the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit, and you are gone. Clamping down on his length, soaking him as you cry out his name, collapsing onto his chest.

Growling in pleasure, Din rolls you under him, thrusting into you harshly as he fucks you through your high. Wanting you to enjoy cumming for him this time most of all, this time was special. Bracing his arms on either side of your head and looking down at you blissed out in pleasure.

Your head is pressed against the pillow and you force yourself to open your eyes, to watch your lover as he seeks his own high. You just about manage to rock your hips up to meet his and you cup his cheeks. “Cum for me riduur, cum for me Din.” You plead, wanting to see his face for the first time as he orgasms.

Your words push him over the edge. Gasping out and his brow pinching together in the most pleasure he’s ever felt, his entire body seizes up. He buries his cock deep and cries out your name, his eyes locked onto yours, helpless to look away while he can see your face so clearly.

You swear you cum again just from watching him. He’s gorgeous and he’s yours. Your heart pounds in your chest and you stroke his back when he calms down, coming to a stop inside of you after painting your walls with his hot seed. “I love you.” You whisper, knowing it’s been said so many times but you mean every syllable.

Instead of pulling out of you, Din presses you deeper into the bed, kissing you softly. “I love you too, Riduur.” He knows that eventually you will have to exchange vows, but he already feels like you are one. You have been since he opened his eyes and saw yours without the digital display between them.

You smile against his lips, caressing his shoulders and back as he rests on top of you. “I want a life together. I want foundlings. Our own children. I want to be with you and be safe. That’s what I want most of all. Safety and to live free. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

Din hums softly. “You will be.” He promises, rolling onto his back and bringing you with him so he is sprawled out on top of him. “We will make sure that no one comes after you again and then we will make sure our clan is strong and large.”

****

“Slow down!” You call out to your son as he rushes down the hall after you received news that Din has returned to the covert. After leaving the club, Din had his contact change your chain code and the armorer refashioned your armor. As far as the Empire is concerned, you’re dead. You huff, annoyed you cannot wear your chest plate since you are heavily pregnant, ready to have your second child with Din any day now.

Din strides through the covert, eager to see you and Tye. Not stopping to talk to Paz or the armorer as he hears a shriek of happiness and grins under his helmet. He spots the little boy running for him, a wide smile on his face. “Buir!” He yells and launches himself towards Din when he’s within range. His father catches him and swings him around and tosses him up in the air while the young boy screams with laughter.

You smile under your helmet, excited to see your husband and you watch him with your son, making him laugh and rejoice that his father is home. “Riduur.” You coo, loving the way Din presses his helmet against yours in greeting. “I missed you.” You tell him while your son clings to his side.

“I missed you too.” Din promises softly, his free hand sliding over your belly gently. “How is our other ad doing?” He asks, having hurried home from his last hunt so he could be here. You are due any time now.

“Restless. Always kicking. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since you left between this one moving around and our bed being cold.” You admit, covering your hand with his. “I can’t wait for them to come so I move around properly again. Especially when this one is running around everywhere.” You reach up to cup your son’s cheek, making him giggle.

“Soon there will be two.” Din’s hand slides down to your back and he starts rubbing, knowing that your body is taking a beating with his child inside you. “I will run Tye until he is sleeping in his food tonight and then I will make sure that your entire body relaxes.” He promises, only slightly smirking at the thought of touching you. You haven’t been in the mood for sex and that is perfectly fine with him, but he will make sure that your poor feet and back are rubbed and his tongue caresses your clit before you give birth to his next child.

You moan softly at the thought, knowing that he will take good care of you. You take his gloved hand and bring it back down to your stomach. “I love you, riduur. So much.” You promise, leaning in to press your helmet against his once more. “Come on, let’s go to our rooms and we can get started on relaxing. This one needs a nap.” You reach out to caress your son’s cheek as he rests his head on Din’s shoulder, his eyes fighting the urge to close.

Din hums happily, turning and following you through the halls of the covert. He had been alone for so long and never knew that he needed a family of his own as much as he did, his clan expanding and growing beautifully everyday. All because instead of credits, he was given a card to your establishment. It had been the best payment he had ever received because he had found his soulmate. You.

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