#I SHOULDN'T FEEL LIKE THIS I DON'T WANNA FEEL LIKE THIS

[thirteenheavens]

hi icon! could you pleasepleasepleaseplease do a part 2 for NDA (i hope noone has asked you yet i dont wanna be annoying 😭😭)

NDA Part Two || Song Mingi x Reader

Notes: damn you guys wanted this one badly as well hehe you ask and I deliver hope you guys enjoy!!

Word counts: 2.5k+

Part 1

"No, Mingi. I can't do this anymore," you snap, moving away from him. "I deserve better than to be hidden away and paid for my silence. You may have money, but I have my dignity."

He flinches at your words, but continues to try and reason with you. "I didn't mean for things to get this complicated. I care about you, and I'll make it up to you. Just stay and talk to me." You shake your head, grabbing your purse and heading for the door. "There's nothing left to talk about. This was a mistake from the beginning."

As you walk out, Mingi calls after you one last time. "Y/N, wait! Please!" But you don't look back, letting the door close behind you with a finality that echoes through the hallway. Day after day, Mingi's texts and calls flood your phone. Each notification a reminder of the affair you shared and the emotional turmoil it caused.

"I can't stop thinking about you," "Please, just give me another chance," "I'll do anything to make things right." His words become increasingly desperate and needy. You ignore every message, deleting them without reading. The pain of your brother's anger and Mingi's betrayal still fresh in your mind. Weeks pass and the constant stream of notifications begins to slow down, though he never completely gives up. Each time you think about blocking his number, memories of his touch and whispered promises resurface.

Then the gifts start coming.The gifts become more extravagant with each passing day - designer clothes, jewelry, expensive chocolates, and more. They're delivered with the same message: "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." The flowers arrive daily, each bouquet more grand than the last. "Thinking of you," "Missing your smile," "I love you." His words haunt you, making it harder to resist the pull of his affections.

You know you should tell him to stop, but something keeps stopping you. A small part of you still feels drawn to him despite everything that happened. The gifts and messages continue relentlessly, slowly chipping away at your resolve to stay away from him.

The sound of rain pelting against your window is interrupted by frantic knocking on your door. You hesitate, knowing exactly who it is. But the desperate pleading and sobbing coming from the other side breaks your heart, and you find yourself opening the door to see Mingi completely drenched and shaking.

"Please... please let me in," he begs through his tears. "I can't take it anymore. I need to see you, to talk to you." His clothes are soaked through, clinging to his body as he stands there looking completely broken. The sight tugs at your heartstrings, and you step aside, allowing him to enter.

"Mingi, you shouldn't be here," you say softly, wrapping a towel around his shoulders. "You need to go home and get dry." He shakes his head, gripping the towel tightly. "No, I can't leave until we talk. I've tried everything else, but I can't stop thinking about you. Please, just listen to me." His eyes are red and puffy from crying, and he looks like he hasn't slept in days. "I made a mistake with the NDA," he confesses. "I never meant to hurt you or make you feel like a secret. You mean so much more to me than that."

"I know I messed up," Mingi continues, his voice cracking with emotion. "But being without you these past weeks has been torture. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't function without you." He takes a step closer, reaching out to touch your face. "I love you, Y/N. I love everything about you - your smile, your strength, your loyalty. I don't care about the scandal anymore, I just want to be with you openly." His wet clothes drip onto the floor as he stands before you, vulnerable and exposed. "Please give me another chance. I'll do anything to prove how much you mean to me."

"Mingi, I..." you start, your heart torn between your feelings and the pain he caused. "I can't just forget everything that happened. The lies, the secrets, the NDA..." He drops to his knees in front of you, looking up with desperate eyes. "I know, I know. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just please, please tell me you still have feelings for me." His hands grip your waist tightly, as if afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. The rain continues pouring outside, creating a fitting backdrop for this emotional scene.

"I do still have feelings for you," you admit softly, running your fingers through his wet hair. "But that doesn't mean I trust you completely." Mingi nods, understanding in his eyes. "I'll earn your trust back. I'll show you every day that you can trust me with your heart." He rests his forehead against your stomach, his voice muffled against your clothes. "Just give me one more chance. One more chance to love you properly."

"Please let me kiss you," Mingi whispers, looking up at you with raw vulnerability. "Just once. Just to remind myself what it feels like to be close to you." His hands slide up your sides, resting gently on your hips as he waits for your response. The tension between you is palpable, the rain outside providing a rhythmic background to the moment. You hesitate for a moment longer, but something in his expression - the longing, the desperation, the genuine love - breaks down your defenses.

"Just one kiss," you whisper back, giving him permission with a slight nod. "And then we're talking about boundaries." Mingi stands up slowly, his hands still on your waist as he leans in. His lips brush against yours softly at first, almost hesitantly, as if afraid you'll change your mind. But once the kiss starts, it deepens quickly. The pent-up emotions from weeks apart explode between you, and Mingi pulls you closer against him, his hands gripping your back possessively.

The kiss becomes more passionate, fueled by months of suppressed desire and longing. Mingi's hands roam your body hungrily, reacquainting themselves with every curve. He pushes you against the wall, his body pressed firmly against yours as he devours your mouth with years of pent-up need. The rain outside creates a symphony of background noise to your passionate reunion.

"God, I've missed this," he murmurs against your lips, one hand sliding down to cup your thigh. "I've missed you." You respond by wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as the kiss grows more heated. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you up effortlessly.

The feeling of his body against yours is overwhelming, making you remember why you fell for him in the first place. Despite everything that happened, the chemistry between you is still electric. Mingi breaks the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "I need you," he whispers against your skin, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please tell me you need me too."

"I do need you," you breathe out, tangling your fingers in his wet hair. "But we can't just pretend the past few weeks didn't happen." Mingi freezes at your words, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. "I know," he admits quietly. "But right now, all I want is to be with you. To feel you, to hold you, to make love to you."

His hands continue roaming your body, but with more tenderness now. "Let me show you how much you mean to me," he pleads softly. "Please." Mingi follows your gaze to the bedroom door, then looks back at you with a mix of hope and desire. Without another word, he carries you towards the bedroom, his strong arms supporting your weight.

Once inside, he sets you down gently on the bed and starts unbuttoning his wet shirt. "I need to get these clothes off," he says, his fingers trembling slightly. "They're soaked through." The sight of him undressing in front of you stirs something deep within you, and you watch as his muscular chest is revealed inch by inch.

"You're beautiful," you whisper, reaching out to help him remove his shirt. Your hands trace over his defined abs, the contact sending sparks through your fingertips. Mingi shivers at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. "No, you're the beautiful one," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again.

His bare skin presses against yours as he climbs onto the bed, his weight comforting and familiar. The rain continues outside, but inside this room, there's only heat and desire building between you. Mingi's lips move down your neck, across your collarbone, and to the exposed skin of your chest. His hands push your clothes up, revealing more of your skin to his hungry touch.

"I've dreamed about this every night," he confesses between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. "About touching you, tasting you, making you mine again." His fingers deftly undo the buttons of your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders. "You're perfect," he breathes out, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare skin.

His lips follow the path of his hands, trailing hot kisses down your chest and stomach. "I want to worship every inch of you," he whispers against your skin. Mingi slowly strips you bare, his hands trembling slightly as he reveals your body. The heat in his gaze intensifies with each article of clothing that falls away.

"God, you're even more beautiful than I remembered," he says reverently, his fingers tracing patterns over your exposed skin. "I've missed every part of you." His lips follow his fingers, leaving a trail of kisses down your body as he positions himself between your legs. "Let me taste you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. Mingi spreads your legs wider, his tongue tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs. Your body responds instantly to his touch, already aching with need.

"You're already so wet for me," he whispers, his hot breath fanning across your core. "So ready." Without warning, he buries his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your folds. The feeling is overwhelming, making you arch up against his mouth as pleasure courses through your body.

"Mingi... oh god," you moan, threading your fingers through his hair as he devours you. His tongue works expertly, flicking over your clit in just the way he knows drives you wild. He groans against your flesh, the vibrations sending shivers through your entire body. "I could stay here forever," he murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "Tasting you, feeling you come undone."

His pace increases, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips rock against his face, desperate for more friction. Mingi senses you getting close, his tongue moving faster and more insistently against your clit. His fingers dig into your thighs as he holds you in place, determined to make you fall apart.

"Come for me," he commands huskily, looking up at you with dark eyes. "Let go, Y/N. I want to feel you come on my tongue." The pressure builds inside you until it becomes too much, and with a loud cry, you shatter completely. Your body convulses against his mouth as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. Mingi guides you through your orgasm, prolonging it with gentle licks and kisses. When your body finally stops shaking, he crawls up your body, his eyes full of love and desire.

"You're amazing," he whispers, capturing your lips in a deep kiss so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "I've missed making you feel like that." His hard length presses against your thigh, reminding you that he's still half dressed. "Now it's my turn to feel good," he says with a smirk, reaching for his belt buckle. Mingi quickly removes his pants and boxers, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. He settles between your legs again, his bare skin pressing against yours.

"I need to be inside you," he growls against your ear, positioning himself at your entrance. "Need to feel you surrounding me." Without waiting for a response, he thrusts into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. The sensation makes you gasp, and you cling to his shoulders as he starts moving.

"You're so tight," he groans, his hips snapping against yours with increasing intensity. "So perfect." Mingi sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your shared moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, I've missed this," he pants out, burying his face in your neck. "Missed feeling you tighten around me like this." He hits that perfect spot deep inside you, making stars explode behind your eyelids. His movements become more erratic as he nears his release, his control slipping.

"Harder," you beg, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder, Mingi." He groans at your words, his pace becoming almost brutal as he obeys your command. "You're so demanding," he manages to say through gritted teeth, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit.

"But I love it. I love how greedy you get for me." His thrusts become more forceful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of skin as Mingi pounds into you relentlessly. His fingers work magic on your clit, driving you closer and closer to another orgasm.

"I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "Come with me, baby. Come with me again." He angles his hips to hit your g-spot perfectly, and the added stimulation is too much for you to handle. Your walls flutter around him as you scream his name, your second orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

Mingi follows right behind you, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Mingi nuzzles into your neck, still buried inside you as you both come down from your high. His heartbeat thunders against your chest, gradually slowing back to a normal pace.

"That was... incredible," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jawline. "Better than I remembered." He shifts slightly to look at you, his expression soft and vulnerable. "I love you, Y/N. I'll never stop loving you."

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as he holds you close, as if afraid this moment might end and take you away again. Mingi pulls back slightly, looking at you with serious eyes. "No more NDA," he says firmly. "No more secrets. I'm done hiding us from the world."

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I want to take you out, hold your hand, kiss you in public. All of it." His gaze is intense, filled with determination and love. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. You're worth it, Y/N. You're worth fighting for."

[starstruck-sillies]

This might be a little bit mean idk, I can't tell if it is or not but I wanna say things.

"Sysmeds die or change" "Sysmeds are ableist scum" "Anti endos are worked up over nothing" ..Endos really haven't shown that they care about us outside shallow allyship.

They complain about our misery because we dare to talk about it around them, they talk over us when we bring up concerns then use pro endos with CDDs as scapegoats when we call them out, I'm convinced at least some of them genuinely think they're better than us because we're traumagen and they're not, even if they don't realize it, they make so many CDD systems feel unsafe talking about their experiences because they're "too traumatized" and "too medicalized", they come from a movement that honest to god hated CDD systems and demonized us, they view created plurals as the gold standard of systemhood/plurality, they attack any form of plurality outside of systemhood because "they're just endos in denial", they bitch and complain when they're not involved in literally everything system related, plenty of them believe CDD systems shouldn't have any exclusive spaces, that they're entitled to every space and term we have.

There's still rampant abeism all over their spaces that they refused to be called out for. I'm sorry but I just can't support them when just going into their spaces makes me feel so fucking awful. I can't support people who talk over me constantly on system issues then call me a sysmed. Idk if it's just me being a "big meanie persecutor" but endos piss me off.

With what I've seen endos say and do, it's hard to believe that they actually give a shit about us. It just comes off as surface-level and superficial, like they only care because they want to be in our spaces. That's just how things come across to me idk.

All I'm saying is, if endo communities don't change, I'll never be pro endo.

-Toby

[cccakessslicemeee]

Spoilers!!!!!! For fantasy high !!!!!!!

Thinking about Riz and Kristen at the end of junior year past Kipperlily and the bullshit and everyone is chilling the fuck out.

Maybe they have a party. They call it a "party" but it's just a little get together and there's some alcohol sure but nothing too crazy. Riz is in his feelings and a lotta alcohol. He's drinking a lil stupid but hey he's earned it.

Kristen and Riz are on the roof looking at the stars. Kinda dumb considering Kristen's -4 dex but what's life without the risk? Anyway they are up there and it's kinda chilli. A soft breeze and Riz looks at Kristen but he can't ask the question.

She knows what he's looking for.

".....I can try-no I'd like to try. For you I'd try."

"It's been years..."

"yeah... I know it's been awhile. I can still try right? What's the worst that happens? Nothing happens"

"we don't have a body."

"it'll make things harder for sure....no bones? Nothing?"

"nothing....although....maybe we shouldn't? He's doing work up there. Or down there? Somewhere he's working on stuff."

"why not just ask him? You have that wrist thing right?"

"I don't have the coins for it."

"Fabian does. "

"...I don't want to bother him for stuff like that-"

"Hey can I be serious for a second? Like for five minutes I just wanna be real with you. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been class president. We wouldn't have had a chance against Kipperlilly and her bullshit if you weren't painting the prettiest of pictures about me and my campaign. By rights you should have been class president you're so much smarter than I'll ever be. You believed in me when the teacher didn't and you helped me study on top of attending so much shit. I feel like you've done way more for me than whatever stupid amount of coins it is. We'll get the coins. Promise. And I *want* to try. Okay? It's the least I can do."

They pass out on the roof.

Kristen does want to try and bring Pok back to life but she doesn't want to get Riz's hopes up so she doesn't tell him about it. She does have the other bad kids with her. Fabian for coins and Fig for moral support.

The first attempt fails. Of course it does. Fig says something about "oh it's like a knock at the door from an uninvited guest right? He don't know us." Which kinda makes sense.

Kristen introduces herself. All the bad kids do, to Pok's grave. Her grandmaster plan is to try and bring him back to life in time for graduation but that only leaves so much time. They spend so much time on this, tweaking little things and studying up on how to do a true resurrection. Good news, Pok hasn't been dead for 200+ plus years and there doesn't seem to be any force controlling or hell bent on keeping his soul so it should work. Cassandra and Ankarna are absolutely willing and able to lend a hand.

Riz is invested in his clue board because he's got another case, something less intense than murder but he's shuffling pictures and yarn around while he tries to figure out who has the better motive to steal the deed to some outdated historical building in Bastion city. The door to the apartment jiggles but Riz doesn't pay it any mind. It's Fig or Kristen or maybe mom came home early. Anyway he's just hyper focused on his board, eager to solve this low stakes case.

Pok comes into the apartment. It's different and yet so familiar. It's nicer now than he remembers it and there are so many more pictures on the walls. He says something to Riz who probably responds with something dismissive but not super rude. He's busy with his work. Pok comes close enough to see how his son goes about putting the pieces together. Focused and entirely calculating.

"I don't suppose you'd like a hand?"

"I think....that I've got....this one almost figured out. Petty theft. Family heirloom."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. The family is insufferable."

"Oh? That's a shame. It's safe to assume then they are a wealthy lot?"

"Loaded....the guy here sells engagement rings-well all sorts of rings but he's known for engagement and wedding rings."

They chat loosely back and forth but it's Pok just asking questions about his son's current project until Riz realizes who he's been talking to. It's a little silly to see how long it takes Riz to pull himself away from his clue board but when he dies there's a moment of solid, unbreakable silence as he realizes his father is right there. Completely corporal. They embrace and they both go to tears. He's fucking here! And he's home!

Kristen did it!

[sunnymainecoonx]

And errr whatever this guy is

[kaiserouo]

idk someone about bones or whatever

[halcyon-deluxe]

what do you value most in someone?

At *least* a 2x resistance to ground type attacks. My last partner died due to a 4x weakness to earthquake and it gave me SUCH an ick :/ likeeeee I haaaaate it when my partner gets one-shot by earthquake spammers. its such a turn off.

[theultimatebadboy]

There was an element of amusement to it all with Stolas being kicked out and then a few days later waltzing back in with the King's sigil to not only steer the conversations in his interests but to dominate it as he pushed his agenda. How could he not laugh about that? He shouldn't though, right? He wasn't to take too much glee in trampling over what he had thought was something akin to a government.

Lucifer was known for his blind ambitious nature, he knew this too but his mouth twisted in the reveal that Stolas did not think his time frame achievable. "I don't feel like there's much time to sit on this," Lucifer huffed, some impatience showing as he gestured with his cane at nothing in particular, not angry at Stolas but anxious about trying to fix things in time for a potential war. Right, ranking them by priority, Lucifer scratched at the back of his head in deep thought again, a troubled King despite his best attempts. "I'll have to think about it," and fortunately too as Stolas had his own requests.

A salary, a badge and his number. He had been expecting much more and so wasn't disappointed when Stolas finished his list. "Yeah, uh of course, money," what did demons use as a currency these days? He never had to pay for anything after all and what he did need he could just conjure. "How uh how do you wanna be paid?" He was even a little embarrassed asking, he'd been out of the loop for so long. He could at least make the badge for him there and then, usually he would burn it into those doing his bidding so it couldn't be removed but that didn't feel necessary with the Geotia. A golden pin of his sigil appeared in the palm of his hand for Stolas to pin to his clothes if he wished.

"What name are you going to put me under?" He then asked curiously as he looked over Stolas' phone, "Big Boss? Hell Dad?" He quizzed almost excitedly again, trying to maintain his jovial nature with the demon despite his worries. He offered his free hand to take the phone so he could put his number in, offering Stolas the new badge with the other as a temporary trade.

"Pissing them off will be part of the fun, Sire," Stolas would affirm the King's attitude towards the situation, "however I feel your timeline is a bit ambitious. We.. should discuss what you want from them. Ranked by priority. I can strategize from there."

He would rise again, and consider his words carefully here. "As your new emissary I have a few requests to make. A salary, first of all. I no longer have my vast fortune and if I must go part time or quit my paying job I would quickly go bankrupt simply buying food."

A soft touch to the side of his chest. "Secondly, a badge of office that holds a touch of your power. Perhaps in the shape of your insignia? It would lend authority to my claim of working to complete your will. It would also remind the spiritually powerful that while I am currently not strong they cannot ignore me without offending you."

He rummaged through his tight pockets, unlocked the hellphone, and offered it out. "Thirdly your contact number. For obvious reasons, I'll save it under a false name on my end. But by sharing contact information you needn't give your emissary a heart attack to ask how things are heading."

Was the work going to be challenging? Yes. Was it going to be full of legal bullshittery? Also yes. Was he going to enjoy smiling at Andrealphus as he was forced to yield to the weight of the Crown? Most definitely.

One should enjoy one's work.

[allastoredeer]

Oh the ever present dilemma of "should I write or should I draw." If only it was as easy as picking one.

[dailyfigures]

like i said, truly fascinating people on this app!

[airysthinkingbox]

okay. director time i guess even tho so many others have already done this idc. I'm not even talking about who The Director is. Spoilers under the cut. And also lazy analyzing.

Anyways. I feel like we need to be less brash on who we say The Director is or not. Maybe it's js because I'm not a parrot pov main and am js thinking of the other protags, but wouldn't they have connections to The Director too? Maybe I'm overanalysizing, but you can see the same shift in wemm and spoke's episodes as you kind of do parrot's (maybe. idk. again, I don't main watch his pov). Would The Director not also have fun torturing their other protagonists? That's three protagonists they get to throw around and beat down for fun- every author/OC creator would know. So, either: 1) wemm and spoke aren't actually protagonists, 2) The Director is different for each protagonist, or 3) The Director just. Hasn't appeared yet.

Maybe I'm js a little biased, but legitamitely that's three protagonists. Three torture subjects. So why does The Director focus solely on parrot? It just doesn't make sense to me for them to only have ties with parrot. We know all of Unstable is scripted- both in real life and.. possibly in game? We can't be certain on what's real and what isn't anymore now that we know there's just, someone behind the scenes that can control literally everything.

[pendulouspuppyudders]

there is something to be said abt being born in america and knowing your existence and life is propped up by horrors committed by men you've never met hurting people around the world but then that life being that of poverty and marginalization so you don't even get the chance to do anything about it but flee the country and that's if you're lucky

[p0rk-guts]

ill fitting skin

[navree]

i just

who raised you, sir? why does MAWS slade insist on starting bitch fights with literally ever person he comes across at all times? why is he physically incapable of being polite or even just not being a dick? why is he beefing with someone who looks more like his comics version than he does? i love him.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

You could always say you feel sick and you can't go because, well, that's the truth

True true, it's not a lie bc i am a little under the weather 🤔

[lucc4-luck]

Why doesn't childhood come back? Grow-up life is bad and boring

I don't want to grow up anymore

I want everything to go back to how it was before, I don't like the new

Change is boring, growing up is boring

I hate changes

[unhonestlymirror]

"Hahaha we are corrupted but don't be angry at us :D look, Lithuania gives us 12 points twice" - IT'S BECAUSE LITHUANIA IS A NICE COUNTRY WHO SUPPORTS EVERYBODY, IF IT COULD, IT WOULD HAVE GIVEN 12 POINTS TO EVERY SINGLE PARTICIPANT EXCEPT FOR RUSSIA, WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO LITHUANIA FOR NO REASON???

Bruh, imagine giving a country 12 points several times, just for this country making a mocking song where it implies you as corrupted... What's the goal? To make Lithuania stop giving you high scores? To make Sweden look like a jealous country? What did they want to achieve by this, I genuinely don't understand.