#I almost didn't post this even though I've been thinking about my belt pants all day because I was like

[solradguy]

I wish I had more reasons to wear my belt pants but they're a pain in the ass to wash because I have to take the belts off and turn them inside out and then air dry them but maybe I should start just like wearing them around the house for no reason. To remind them that they're still loved

[elvenxwarrior]

Feel My Wrath - Satan

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You can also find this posted on my AO3!

CONTENT WARNING: Smut, master/kitten kink, spanking, creampie. MINORS DNI.

Spacing out in a classroom... such a cliche and common occurrence, but yet, there you were: not paying attention.

"[Name]?"

Nothing.

"[Name]??"

Still nothing.

"Earth to [Name]!"

Satan's voice suddenly brought you down from the clouds, "Ah-! Satan?! Sorry, I was deep in thought..."

He chuckled lightly, "I can see that. Class is over."

Looking around, you found that the classroom was indeed empty. How long had you been away with the fairies for?

"Come on, let's go." He smiled softly as you picked up your back and slung it over your shoulder, "I've been looking forward to tonight."

You returned a smile almost just as sweet, "Me too."

On the walk to the dormitories, a warm rush swam over you, a tingling feeling ran through and all over you. Satan had asked a few... questions, made a few... suggestions...

"[Name]?" His voice brought you back to reality again, "We're here. You're awfully distracted today..." He grabbed the collar of your blazer and pulled you in, "Is it because you're excited for what we planned?"

"Y... yes," your affirmation was breathless, hushed.

"Then let us not waste time..."

He brought you into his bedroom and closed the door, pressing you up against it and kissing you. Satan's hands roamed up your torso to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt, undoing them swiftly and sliding the shirt down your body.

"God, you look incredible...~!" He started littering your neck with hasty kisses and nibbles, causing you to release a shuddered sigh.

"S... Satan- come on~..." You tried to lead him further into the room, pushing on his shoulders lightly.

"A bit eager, are we?"

"N-No that's not what I meant- Ah~!" A rather hard bite to where your neck met your shoulder finished your sentence.

"Did you forget our talk about this, Kitten?" Satan's hand slid up your exposed chest, "I'm in charge."

A feeble nod was all you could muster, feeling your erection start to strain against your remaining uniform and underwear.

"Do me a favour, Kitten. Strip." He had turned to walk away from you, going over to a drawer and looking through it, "You'd best be naked by the time I turn around."

You only had a split second to react, still overwhelmed by the heated session at the door. You whipped open your belt and unzipped your pants, attempting to practically throw them off of you. You were just about to get your underwear off, when Satan's voice caused a drop through your body.

"Tsk, tsk, Kitten." You look deep into Satan's eyes, "I ask one small favour of you..."

His curved index finger brought your chin up, whilst his thumb rested on your lower lip, "I think a little punishment is in order..."

You kept your head still even though he had removed his hands from you.

Cold leather met your neck and a metal clicking made you look down; it was the collar you had picked out. It was white with black studs and a large black metal ring that currently had a black chain leash attached to it, the grip also made of leather.

"How... how will you punish me, Master?" You gazed up at him with a beautifully submissive expression, your cock twitching at the many thoughts of what he may do to you.

At first, he didn't respond to your question. "Well, it seems you know your place. Tonight you serve me." He tugged the collar, making you fall forwards onto your arms, "As for your punishment... I think some spanking will suffice."

"Yes, Master~" You bowed your head down, curving your back to stick your ass out for him.

Satan took a deep breath, this was exhilarating for him. He couldn't deny how uncomfortable his dick was under his clothes but the wait would be worth it.

"Now, Kitten, before we begin..." You felt his hand softly run down your back before giving your butt a gentle squeeze, "We need to establish a safeword."

"Mmhmm... can we use 'whiskers', please?" You tried to turn your head to see him, only to be suddenly met with a soft kiss to your nose, which slightly startled you.

"Of course we can. I love you."

"I love you too."

Satan made his way to your behind again, dancing his fingertips along your skin, "Hmm... I'll go easy on you to start with. If you misbehave or disobey me, you will receive more punishments, understand?"

Your knees quivered, "Y-Yes, Master!"

The brief silence left you with great anticipation before a swift motion thwacked down on your ass, a shout escaping you.

"You'll be receiving 5."

If Satan wanted an answer, it was difficult to give one as the four following spanks rendered you only able to make delectable noises of pleasure.

"Well done, Kitten. You did well." The hands that inflicted that beautiful pain were now smoothing over your buttocks. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly~"

You shook your head, still unable to speak. Your dick ached and precum was leaking in a tiny pool on the floor, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Is this what I do to you, Kitten?" A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, "How lewd."

He pulled the leash to bring you up to your knees, "If you service me well, you will get a reward. How does that sound?"

"G... Good. Thank you, Master."

A warm rush continued to swarm over you, Satan was amused by how well you played your role and his perfect responses were getting to you.

You looked up, face level with his cock. "Open." Was his only command and you did as told.

He slid his dick into your slick mouth with a long sigh; these noises alone made you want to touch yourself whilst servicing him, but you resisted.

You brought your head back and forth, swirling your tongue over his tip. Looking up, Satan's expression was mesmerising; his eyes were half open, looking down at you and his lower lip was firmly tucked between his teeth. "G-Good Kitten. Just like that~"

You kept up the fluid pace you had going on, humming soft moans around him every so often. Satan suddenly pulled the leash, making you take all of him at once - surprisingly you didn't gag but the sudden motion certainly shocked you.

He held you there for a good 15 or so seconds that felt like a lifetime before releasing you, "Well done, Kitten. You served me well." He tousled your hair, stroking it fondly, "Would you like your reward now?"

Between pants you managed to whine, "Yes... Please... Master~"

"Good boy. Up on the bed for me." He commanded, removing his uniform fully now. Whilst you lay on the bed, you couldn't help but eye up the gorgeous demon before you.

Satan retrieved a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer, "How would you like your reward?" He asked, smearing the lube over and fully coating his dick.

"I-..." You felt a little bit nervous all of a sudden, since this being the first time you've had sex with these roles in place. "W-With... with you looking at me... please..."

He captured your lips in a tender and reassuring kiss, "Anything for you, Kitty~"

Satan pressed the lube bottle into your hand, letting you lube yourself up accordingly.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you for the reward~" You cooed in a cute tone, which turned into a cute moan as Satan slowly started entering your ass.

"Goodness, Kitten... you feel divine~"

His cock slipped further into you, though he made sure not to overwhelm nor hurt you.

You adjusted well, "M-Master... Please... fuck me~!"

He had to hold back his feral reaction to pound you into oblivion when you said that, and managed to keep a steady and deep pace. His grip on the leash was tight, but not to the point it pulled you up.

"You're mine, aren't you, Kitten?"

"Yes, Master~!" You smiled gently.

"Good boy-" Satan's praise was cut off by you,

"I'm yours~, I belong to you, Master~!" Your lewd tone caused Satan to lose his cool and begin to shove his cock into you roughly.

"God damn you- getting me this. Fucking. Aroused~!" He punctuated those last words with deep thrusts, "You're mine are you? Tell me, Kitten: Do you want me to cum inside of you?"

"Yes~!" You cried with little to no hesitation, hips angled for him to perfectly hit that one spot, "Please, Master, Yes~!"

"Then I'll make you mine that way~!" The speed of Satan's hips started to match his hand wrapped around your cock, leading you both to moan loudly. His grip on your thigh tightened as he released his own slew of curses of pleasure.

"Cum with me, Kitten." His hips began to lose their rhythm and become rapid, suddenly meeting yours as he bottomed out, spilling himself inside you; your cum coated yourself almost simultaneously as you threw your head back with a cry of "Satan~!!"

Heavy breaths filled the now silent room, Satan gently brushing his hand along your cheek. "I love you, [Name]."

"I love you too...~"

[togalnu]

Do you have any specific hcs for fem togainu or just fem nitrochi as a whole? I'd love to hear them! ^^

Oops I meant to answer this earlier. Anyways yes! I will be putting this under a read more because. Lol. Enjoy!

You wanna know a secret? Earlier this year I was researching parodies and the legalities of them because I had the grand idea to make a togainu remake but yuri and with some story changes. A whole ass visual novel. I was seriously planning on making it. Suffice to say I have put in some thought in turning these yaoi boys into yuri girls.

We will be here all day if I list every little thought and headcanon I have! I'll def make more posts about my visions in the future, but for right now I need to talk about Shiki. I NEED TO TALK ABOUT SHIKI.

First and foremost, my overall thoughts about Shiki: wasted potential. His route was a huge disappointment when I finally got to it. It was fumbled so fucking badly and it pains my soul because Shiki is hot and I love the concept of his character but.. man. What a let down. I ended up thinking about him a lot because of this. What I would do if I were in charge of writing his route, parts of his characterization that I'd rid of or ameliorate, and maybe even giving him some new quirks to not make him so one-dimensional-evil-villain type. And then along with this, I started thinking about what if he was a woman. because I am attractdd to women. Typical thought process.

First, his design. I am a sucker for black haired red eyes bitches. I love black and red. I'm dying my hair black and red at the end of the year. The majority of my wardrobe is black and red. I do not play around #EMO. I love the almost leather gothic look he has but unfortunately it is not enough for me. I felt that he needed more unnecessary accessories and belts and other clothing items, as any goth should have. I've had a few ideas in mind for Shiki girl outfit and they all lean into these more, like giving her extra bracelets, belts, necklaces, crosses, whatever. I want her DECKED OUT!!! But I also struggle coming up with outfits so I can't really decide what looks good LMAO

Things I love about Shiki's outfit:

- The gloves. UGHHH gloves are so fun. The longer the gloves are the better.

- His stupid coat

- The spikes and crosses. The silver adds a lot to his appearance

- Turtleneck<3

Things I don't like about Shiki's outfit:

- those stupid ass notches on his pants. I can't tell if he has insane thigh-high boots or strange pants, and neither can a lot of artists it seems like? Though it seems pants are the consensus. SAD!

- Turtleneck should have long sleeves

- Or his coat should have long sleeves. One of those two

- What the hell is going on with his belt. It'd look fine if it didn't have those strange hanging.. circle... things

NOW MY IDEAS

I like the idea of her having a corset and fishnets, so I've been including that in whatever iteration of her design I'm working on. I gotta keep the coat too as it's like, a Shiki classic. I've also been trying to decide how a skirt for her might look (I love the idea of it having a slit so you can see her fishnets and thigh high boots).

But I'm torn on including the turtleneck as much as I love it.... I feel like it kinda clashes. Idk maybe i should just move her skirt up so it's not hanging off her ass but also it's fun to draw it that way.

Although adding another belt with the skirt could work too, and have the fishnets peaking out from the skirt slit... not gonna draw that rn though im just brainstorming here

Like I said earlier I'd love to give her way more accessories than base Shiki has but I need to definitely play around with outfit ideas more bc I don't want her to look too cluttered either. Also sorry all the pics are torso only because for some reason I struggle HARD with drawing calves and feet

I don't have much to say for hair ideas.. I just like the idea of it flairing out + two long.. idk what to call them... strands of hair? Down her cheeks?? Okay well u see what I mean in the pic. Bangs pretty much stay the same

And ohhh my god I know togainu is set in the post-apocalyptic future, but considering it came out in 2005 I feel obligated to rework some of the designs to be a little more y2k.. Akira with low waisted flared jeans... making Shiki even more gothic... it's so fucking fun HOW CAN I NOT!!

Also the other day I saw this one corset that I LOVED and wanted to see if I can Shiki-fy it but hmm... idk... I definitely need to play around with the idea more but here's a quick sketch i did just for funsies so you get the idea

Okay moving on

Second, his characterization. I love the idea of what they were going for in terms of his relation to Nano. I wish so badly they had expanded on this past Shiki just hating line users and killing them because he's unable to kill Nano (although I do think this is a pretty good bit of characterization). I'm pretty sure the Chayamachi manga goes more into this but idc we are talking about the game so I'm gonna pretend it doesn't exist.

Shiki is smug and cocky. Incredibly so. But a big part of his character is how hateful he is, so much so that it's this hate that motivates everything he does.

I love it. I love his hatred. I wish the game went more into it sooo badly and like if he found out Akira had anti-line blood before the end of the game and there was time given to show his reaction? Would he hate Akira for it??? Would he feel any kind of resentment?? If I was Shiki I'd definitely feel complicated as fuck over it!!!

Anyways I'm still working out how fem Shiki could be improved upon in terms of this, and I LOVEEE LOVE LOVE LOVE writing personality and backstories and relationships with other characters and how they all interact with each other. I have very deep oc lore because of this but i will not get into my ocs rn because they have nothing to do with togainu.

This post is already long enough however and if I were to talk about all the ideas I had for Shiki characterization upgrade... well it'd take even longer. To say the least. One day I'll talk about it though! In a more comprehensive post including other characters and whatnot. It's something I definitely also need to work out in my head more tho

It's been a pretty fun project so far that I hope to do more with in the future. Side note that doesn't really matter but there's this song that I always imagine fem Shiki amvs too oops.. RIDE IT by LustSickPuppy... this part especially.......

(the part is around 1:17 if you don't feel like listening to the entire thing. But u should)

Urggghhhh I love lsp ugh ughhhhhfuhrhhcuuhfhuufghh sorry for posting lyrics and a spotify link. It will happen again

OKAY. AMYWAYS

I do not give a fuck if all of this seems too self indulgent. If anything it's supposed to be!!! It's a labor of love!!!

Thank u to anyone who read this far. I appateciate it

[awakeshedreams]

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

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[irisofpurple]

Good Girl

Summary: What happens when Lana comes home to Ethan, fashionably late after a girls night?

Book: Open Heart Book 3 (post ending)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey×f!MC (Lana Stevens)

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings/Rating: Smut, Swearing, NSFW; Explicit.

A/N: This is pure filth and nothing but filth. A self indulgent produce of my very Scorpio brain and the smuttiest fic I've ever written. I'm not exactly sorry but you've been warned jskssjjkkhhssk. It follows up after New Look, which was my first ever Pictagram edit. I suppose you can still read this if you missed that though. Hope you enjoy reading!

This work is NSFW and meant for 18+ readers only. Please use discretion.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

A rush of giddy excitement hit her as she turned the keys to his apartment, making her stumble slightly at the doorstep as she entered.

Alcohol from the countless shots Jackie made them do was still hot and pumping through her veins. In her drunken haze, Sienna had actually convinced her to keep the wig on.

She adjusted it slightly before she realised she'd stepped into pin drop silence, the moonlight streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows the only source of light cutting through the darkness.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was 2:30 AM. Way past Ethan's bedtime.

Her stomach dropped. The girls night had went on longer than she'd anticipated. They'd gotten a bit carried away between gossiping and drinking to new beginnings. It had been a while since they'd had a relaxing night as this after all.

As fun as that was, what Lana was really looking forward to tonight was seeing Ethan. All that teasing had made her as hot as she'd hoped to have made him. She wanted to leave right then but it wouldn't have been fair to her friends.

Her shoulders slumped. It was no use now.

She turned head into the bedroom, the knowledge that she'd find him peacefully asleep making her heart sink a little.

"You're late."

The familiar rumble of his voice echoed through the room, making her gasp in surprise and turn back around.

There he was. Sitting at the bar with a glass of scotch nestled in his hand.

Her heart jumped in her throat, a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through her, renewing her excitement even more than before.

The contrasting shadows and moonlight highlighted his already sharp jawline, making him look more beautiful than ever.

Slowly, he rose from his seat, drawing nearer to her, his dark predatory gaze never leaving her. She wasn't able to look away either, her belly clenching with anticipation with every step he took.

She shivered as he ran his fingers though the red hair, his blue eyes going the deepest shade of sapphire possible.

"You're still wearing it, I see." he muttered darkly, a dangerous edge to his voice.

A slow smirk spread across her face. She knew no joy like seeing Ethan Ramsey tethering on the edge in a struggle for control.

And she'd make sure he fell over tonight.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep." she said, feigning nonchalance, pointedly ignoring his observation.

In a sudden movement, he pulled her hand by the wrist to the front of his pants, making her feel his hardness though the fabric.

"Do you know how hard it is to sleep like this?" He said through gritted teeth.

Lana was unfazed. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she stared right back into those celestial blues.

"I can only imagine." She murmured huskily as her fingers caressed him ever so slightly, confidence oozing through her as he twitched violently at her touch.

He pulled her hand away and onto his chest, having realized that his move had backfired.

"You made me wait." He accused, his rebellious gaze dropping to her lips.

"I think I know exactly how to make up for it." Lana said with coquettish smirk.

She captured his lips soon after, not letting him a chance to say anything more. Her hands travelled down to palm his bulge once more, making him groan against her lips. Tongues tangled in a desperate battle for dominance, their need for each other assuming more importance than air for a few breathless moments.

Lana pushed him onto the couch, looking down at him with a devilish smile as she pulled off her wig, shaking free her natural blonde curls. They fell around her shoulders gracefully as Ethan watched her with an awestruck look on his face, all traces of resistance gone. She took off her top next, taking delight in his sharp intake of breath as her breasts spilled free before his reverent eyes, following to straddle his lap and continue kissing him with abandon.

Her lips trailed down the corded muscles of his neck, sucking and biting as she goes. Ethan's hands meanwhile were firmly gripping her waist, another one inching underneath her skirt, closer and closer to her soaked core.

But she wouldn't let him get there. Not yet.

His shirt flew across the living room in a matter of seconds and then she on her knees before him, her lips having left a wet trail of kisses all over his chest and abs.

She unbuckled his belt with deft fingers, pulling down the redundant material of his trousers. His cock sprung free, jutting out in all it's glory, demanding immediate attention.

Her delicate fingers gripped him firmly, pumping him a few times torturously.

"Lana.." Ethan groaned helplessly.

She gave him a smile that she knew he found devastating.

"Feel free to pull my hair." she said as she moved to give a long luscious lick along his length.

Her blood red lips were wrapped around his cock the next second, causing Ethan's hips to buck up involuntarily. His fingers tangled in her hair, making her hum around him in satisfaction.

She was on her knees but the one surrendering was Ethan, completely at her mercy. That knowledge was as beholding as it was empowering.

She sank down the length of him, hollowing out her cheeks, relishing every grunt and moan that escaped his throat as she took him deeper into her own.

She repeated the motion, working him up, not letting the involuntary gags or tears brimming in her eyes stop her from taking him where she wanted.

Keeping eye contact, she realised him with a dizzying pop only to suck on his heavy balls till they were as wet as his now glistening cock.

The look of sheer adoration mixed with lust and frustration on his face had to the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed. It made her own folds drip with arousal.

Her tongue flicked across the slit of his tip, before her warm mouth engulfed him once more to bob down his steely length with determination, taking him all the way in.

"Sweetheart, you're going to make me.. FUCKK!"

His grip on her hair tightened, almost to the point of pain. It only served to excite her more. She didn't let up till he emptied himself down her throat, cursing as he shook and came like never before.

She licked him clean, not leaving a single drop.

She felt breathless and a little punch drunk as he pulled her up and into his arms, kissing her tenderly, softly caressing her cheek and wiping away the tears.

He pulled back to look at her, concern etching his handsome face. "Are you okay?"

She laughed. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He seemed satisfied with her answer because the look of worry gave way to a roguish smirk.

"Just needed to be sure cause I'm not done with you yet."

"Wha-"

"Shhh." He silenced her with his fingers. "You had your way with me, didn't you? Now it's my turn."

"But.." her query died in a moan as Ethan's fingers found her dripping core.

"Damn." He hissed. "How are you already so wet?"

Lana was in no shape to answer because his thumb was working her clit in maddening circles, excruciating pleasure rippling through her as two fingers curled into her slick passage.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his skillful fingers moved over her with precision and expertise, over and over again. Just when she was about to reach her peak however, he ceased all movements.

Lana cried out in disappointment from the sudden loss of sensations.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at him in frustration.

Ethan only smiled. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with all that teasing so fast, did you?"

"What do you-"

"Hush, my darling. I said it was my turn. You made me wait for you all evening. Now close your eyes."

"But-"

"No arguments." He said firmly.

Lana hesitantly shut her eyes, the ache between her legs getting unbearable with each passing second.

"Good girl." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Don't move an inch and keep your eyes shut. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" she cried. "You can't leave me like this."

"Don't you trust me, my love?" He chastened.

Lana gulped. "I do but.."

"No buts then. I promise I'll make it worth your while but no cheating or this ends here."

"No!" Lana shook her head. "I'll do as you say."

"That's my girl."

She heard his footsteps fade away as she struggled to stay still. She was tempted to take a peek and more anything else, touch herself and soothe the throb between her legs. She could get off so easily right now.

But she didn't dare disobey. The wait and build up made her wetter and more turned on than she'd ever been.

Her breath came in shallow pants as she waited and by the time he was back, she felt like one touch would be enough to make her explode.

He secured a silky fabric across her eyes and she heard a low click of glass on the surface of the table.

What the hell was that?

Her heart pounded in her chest and her sex clenched in anticipation.

"Hands above your head and don't move. Or I'll have to tie you up."

She nodded eagerly, following his instructions. "Please Ethan."

He chuckled. "Patience, my love. If there's anything I learnt tonight, it's that waiting makes everything better."

She gasped as she felt his lips on her inner thighs, his beard deliciously scraping her skin as he kissed her everywhere but where she needed him most. It was too much but not enough.

His fingers hooked around the lace of her panties. "As pretty as these are, they have to go."

A loud rip followed, tearing through the room and informing her that her panties were definitely in shreds.

"That was.." she choked out, almost in alarm, unable to finish her sentence. But Ethan seemed to understand her concern.

"I'll buy you more." He grunted.

She felt warm liquid slosh onto her chest, flowing down slowly between the valley of her breasts and down her belly, making her entire body tingle.

Her back arched as the flow inched closer to her pulsing core. She moaned out loud as it finally reached it's destination, suddenly cooling her hot sex.

Ethan's mouth closed on her clit before she could process what was going on.

"Ethannn" She cried out.

She didn't recognize the feline noises escaping her, gasping and moaning for her life as she climbed higher and higher with each masterful stroke of his tongue.

"God. I thought scotch was best had neat. I was wrong. So wrong." He muttered against her sex.

The low rumble vibrated through her body and as soon as his fingers joined the ministrations of his mouth, Lana catapulted over the edge, fireworks exploding behind her eyes and blinding her with hot white pleasure as she came all over his face harder than ever. He didn't stop till all the aftershocks rocking her subsided, letting her ride out her orgasm.

He removed her blindfold and pulled her into his arms, gently kissing the top of her head as she hugged him feebly.

As she caught her breath, her eyes landed on the expensive half empty bottle of scotch and she laughed. "Scotch and sex? Who would've thought?"

Ethan chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Me apparently. How did it feel?"

She buried her face in his chest, feeling her face heat. "You know how I felt. I was pretty vocal about it."

Low masculine laughter rumbled through his chest making her heart squeeze and sex clench, like she didn't just have the best orgasm of her life.

She wasn't embarrassed though because she could feel his rock hard errection against her thigh.

She looked up at him mischievously. "Are we ready for a round two?"

She yelped as he lifted her, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom.

"Always."

Whew! I hope you enjoyed reading that. As usual, I'd love to know what you think. Please forgive the mistakes if there are any. I couldn't proofread due to shortage of time.

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[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

Sorry this took a little bit, I got kinda carried away. I kinda write a third part to this but it's fluffy cause I love my babies 🥺💜 (also, very creative name, I know) I actually finished this a while ago but didn’t post it cause I didn’t have access to my computer :/

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Mingyu, switch!Seungcheol, fem!dom!reader, anal, oral (f + m receiving, pet play (puppy Mingyu), mistress kink, threesome, breath play (he wears a collar and leash), some degradation

Sensitive Pup pt. 2

"Are you alright?" Mingyu asked as he set your breakfast down in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts for just about the twentieth time that morning.

     "Huh?" He looked at you with a concerned expression on his face. "Oh, I'm fine. I've just been thinking about something…" you trailed off, poking at your food. 

    "Well, what is it? It's obviously bothering you." Your boyfriend said with an adorable pout on his face. You thought for a second before looking up at him.

     "Would you be cool with asking Seungcheol if he's up for a threesome?" His eyes widened and his face flushed red as he struggled to stutter out a response. "It's fine if you don't want to, it's just been on my mind recently." 

     "N-no it's not that, I-I just… well I haven't even been able to look him the eyes since what happened." He whined, burying his face in his hands. You giggled at his embarrassment, leaning forward and hooking one of your fingers under his jaw so he would look at you.

     "You can do this for mistress though, can't you my sweet little puppy?" He whined, squirming a little in his chair before nodding hesitantly. A wicked smirk stretched across your face as you gave him a quick boop on the nose. "Good boy."

-

     That conversation is what led you to now. Mingyu was sitting on the edge of the bed, his collar the only thing on his body as he squirmed under you and Seungcheol's intense gazes. You snickered as you stepped forward, harshly grabbing your boyfriend's cock. He jolted in his spot, a loud whimper leaving his lips.

     "Look at you, we haven't even touched you yet and you're already hard as a rock." Seungcheol walked up beside you letting out a small chuckle of his own as he looked down at your boyfriend's helpless figure.

     "Really? Wow, I didn't realize that you'd be this easy. Such a slutty little pup, aren't you?" Seungcheol sent a quick glance your way as he let his hand hover a few centimeters away from the top of your boyfriend's head, silently asking for your permission to touch him. You nodded, happy that he was already picking up on who was in charge. As soon as he had received permission, he combed his hands through Mingyu's fluffy hair, giving it a harsh tug and forcing him to look him in the eyes.

     You felt your boyfriend's cock twitch in your grip, making you smirk as you pulled away from him. He let out a loud whine, urgently flicking his eyes toward you, shivering as he saw the smirk on your face. 

     "Stand up." The statement immediately made Mingyu stumble to his feet as the older boy let go of his hair. You gestured for Seungcheol to take a seat on the edge of the bed before pushing your boyfriend to his knees and settle in between the other's thighs. Mingyu's face lit up a firetruck red as he realized what you were insinuating. Mingyu nervously turned to look at his leader, glancing up at his face through his eyelashes. Seungcheol took his bottom lip between his teeth as he reached down to unbuckle his belt. 

     "Ah." You chided, making both men turn to you. "My puppy isn't that dumb. You can do it for him, can't you?" Mingyu gulped as he turned back to Seungcheol, face to face with the tent in the older boy's pants. He licked his lips before reaching up to fiddle with the other boy's belt buckle, trying to remove the clothing as quickly as possible to save himself the embarrassment. His hands were slightly shaking (from nerves or embarrassment, he couldn't tell) as he slowly started to pull the black boxer briefs down Seungcheol's thighs. Mingyu felt the saliva building up in his mouth, threatening to spill past his lips as Seungcheol's half hard dick slapped up against his stomach.

     Deciding that he was taking too long, you knotted your hand in his hair, pushing him closer so his lips pressed against the head of the other's cock. A deep grunt left Seungcheol's lips while Mingyu whimpered in your grip.

     "Hurry up puppy, we're not waiting here all day for you." He whimpered, leaning forward to kitten lick at the head. "Don't be a goddamn tease." You growled while pushing him forward, forcing him to take a little more than the head into his mouth. The sudden warmth around his length along with the vibrations of Mingyu's whimper made Seungcheol moan loudly. The older boy's knuckles turned white as he clutched the sheets beneath him while you guided Mingyu's head to take in more of the other's length. Mingyu tried his best to keep his eyes focused on you as you crouched down beside him, tutting at him while shaking your head.

     "I really wanted to show Seungcheol how good you were for me puppy, but it turns out you're absolutely useless without your mistress telling you what to do." You growled at him, smirked at the groan that left Seungcheol's lips as you pushed Mingyu's head further down. You saw tears start to prick at your boyfriend's eyes when the older boy suddenly bucked his hips up, making Mingyu's nose touch his pelvis for a split second. Seungcheol whimpered loudly as he felt your nails dig into the flesh of his muscular thighs, surely leaving a red mark behind. "Did I say you could move?" A whine left his plump lips as he shook his head.

     "I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again." You smiled at his promise, pushing Mingyu's head forward as a reward.

     "Good boy." A whimper left him as he leaned back into the mattress. Mingyu grew more confident as the seconds passed, and he started to swirl his tongue around the head of Seungcheol's cock whenever you pulled his head back. Seungcheol's pants and whines got louder and louder while his back arched, telling you that he was getting close. You pushed down Mingyu's head as far as it could go, making Seungcheol choke on a moan as your boyfriend swallowed around him. A disappointed whine left Seungcheol's swollen lips when the cold air hit his cock, Mingyu coughing slightly as he was finally able to catch his breath.

     "You good baby?" You asked as you brushed your fingers lovingly through Mingyu's hair. He looked up at you with his big bright eyes as drool dripped from his chin, lips slick and shiny with his saliva and the other boy's precum. He smiled up at you with a smile.

     "Yeah, I'm good." You nodded as your cold, dominating demeanor returned.

     "Good, now up on the bed." He shivered in excitement as he hopped on the bed, looking down at his friend as you disappeared in the closet.

     "You good?" He asked as Seungcheol sat panting with his arm covering his eyes. Mingyu's breath hitched in his throat when the older moved his arm, revealing his eyes that were almost completely black with lust as he looked at the younger boy. He squirmed in his spot, dick twitching against his stomach as he quickly broke the intense stare. He looked back up at you when he heard you walk toward him, biting his lip and leaning forward in excitement when he saw the leash in your grip. You clipped it to his collar before standing back and stripping yourself of your clothes, leaning back against the headboard after crawling on the bed.

     "I hope your mouth isn't tired, puppy." You said with a smirk as you pushed his head down between your thighs.

     "Never too tired for you mistress." You smirked at him, content with his reply.

     "Good boy." He hadn't noticed the bottle of lube in your grasp until you reached over him to hand it to Seungcheol. A whimper left him and he moved back against the older boy when he felt him kneeling behind him. He jerked forward with a yelp when he felt a sudden sting on his ass where Seungcheol just hit him. "You know better puppy." You chided him as you gave a small tug on the leash. He whimpered in response, rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of your thigh as an apology. "Alright puppy, I don't need to help you with this one, do I?" He whimpered, shaking his head as he dove into the wetness of your heat.

     You leaned your head back with a content sigh as you felt his tongue run over your folds, his hands gripping at your thighs to keep himself grounded. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him moan against you, making you open your eyes to watch as Seungcheol sunk into your boyfriend's tight hole. His mouth dropped open as he felt Mingyu squeeze around him, getting used to feeling his length inside of him. He looked up at you for permission to move, tightening his grip on your boyfriend's waist when he saw you nod to him.

     Mingyu felt like he was on cloud nine as the older boy sped up his movements to quickly thrust in and out of him. He vigorously ate you out as his grip on your thighs tightened trying to focus on giving you pleasure like a good boy. The taste of your juices on his tongue and dripping down his chin made his mind hazy, making the pleasure coursing through his body even greater. You noticed his moans and whimpers become more frequent and higher in pitch, telling you how close he was to his release.

     "Slow down." You managed to grunt to Seungcheol, making Mingyu whimper against you. You looked up at the boy with a glare when he didn't show any signs of stopping as he helplessly rutted into Mingyu's hole. "Seungcheol." He met your gaze with a harsh glare, making you glare right back. You leaned forward to get a tight grip on his jaw. "I said, stop." You growled with a fiery glare as you looked in the boy's eyes. He huffed with a disappointed whimper as he slowed the movement of his hips. "I've only edged you once and you're already this desperate? How pathetic."

     "Please." He muttered with a harsh thrust of his hips, making Mingyu squeal as he dug his nails further into your thighs. You waited a minute or so before signaling Seungcheol to speed up again, making both boys moan loudly as they thanked you. You bit your lip to quiet the sound of your moans as Mingyu thrusted his tongue in and out of you while rubbing his nose against your clit to make sure you were receiving the most pleasure. You groaned as he whimpered helplessly against you.

     "Fuck- you close puppy?" He moaned loudly before nodding against you, pushing his face closer to your core. Seungcheol whimpered above him, telling you that he was close too. "Do you- shit- do you want Cheolie to fill you up pup? Want his cum to drip out of your hole like a c-cheap whore?" Mingyu's dick twitched as his eyes rolled back in his head. He repeated a mantra of 'yes' and 'please' as he brought his fingers up to slip into you, focusing his mouth on your clit. You arched your back while pulling him closer by the leash. "Holy shit pup. Y-you can cum whenever you need to, alright?" He muttered his thanks over and over against you. You brought your free hand up, gripping Seungcheol's hair and pulling him into a heated kiss that made him whimper against your lips. He didn't put up a fight as your tongue claimed it's territory, making him moan uncontrollably into your mouth. When you pulled away, there was a thin string of saliva keeping your lips attached to each other.

     "Fuck fuck f-fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum (Y/N), please!"

     "Go ahead baby- ngh! A-ah- fill my sweet puppy up with your cum." After a few more thrusts, he spilled his load into your boyfriend's hole with a loud groan, which triggered Mingyu's release. Even after his tiring orgasm, Mingyu was pushing his fingers into you while sucking harshly on your clit.

     "Please cum for me mistress, I wanna taste you." He whimpered out, sounding absolutely spent. Your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his teeth lightly run over your sensitive clit, making you cum all over the lower half of his face. He quickly cleaned you up, making sure not to waste a single drop.

     The three of you sat quietly for a moment, panting as you came down from your highs. You let out a small huff before pushing yourself up and letting your feet hit the floor. You tilted Mingyu's chin up, unhooking the leash and removing his collar before moving to the bathroom. You dropped the accessories in your closet before grabbing a couple wet towels to clean up the two boys in your bed. You managed to finish wiping down Seungcheol before he heard his phone ringing and going to his pants to fish the small item out of his pocket.

     "Hello?" He grumbled, stretching as you started cleaning up Mingyu, pressing kisses to his head and reminding him of what a good boy he had been. "... alright, I'll be there in a minute. Bye." You tilted your head as the boy started to pull his clothes on.

     "Who was that?" You asked, standing and tossing the rags into the hamper nearby. He huffed as he pulled his shirt on, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes. 

     "Jihoon. He's working on a song and I told him I would come give my thoughts on it. I'm not really worried since most of his songs are usually really good." You nodded as you sat down next to him, giving him a kiss on his temple. 

     "Alright. Don't wear yourself out by running around for the rest of the day, alright? You want water or something? We keep some in the mini fridge over there." He shook his head, cheeks a light pink since you had kissed him.

     "It's alright. I was gonna pick up some coffee for Jihoon on the way there anyway. Thanks for the offer though." He smiled at you as he stood up, turning in the door frame before he left. "Feel free to call me anytime you wanna do this again." He said with a wink and a smirk, making Mingyu whine as he cuddled into your side before the boy left. You laughed at your boyfriend's embarrassment, combing your fingers through his hair as you thought to yourself. Yeah, you would definitely be doing this again.

[itsadamcole]

the christmas work party

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader's work Christmas Party doesn't go as she expected it to ...

word count: 3.1k+

warnings: angsty (kinda), dirty talking, smut

— i’ve just realized that i have yet to post a tyler breeze christmas imagine .... anyway, here it is and here we go —

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You sit at a table with come co-workers, laughing and chit-chatting. The annual Christmas party that your office usually threw is something you've looked forward to every year, and this year is no different.

They have the best caterer so the food tastes amazing. The free drinks are always a plus too, but you've never drunk much at these events.

The evening goes on pretty much uneventful, until about eleven.

"Excuse me," you say, getting up from the table. "I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be back shortly."

You take your clutch and walk toward the bathrooms. You do your business, even fixing up your makeup and smoothing out your red gown.

There's a dress code at the Christmas party every year. Last year was ugly sweaters or ties. This year, it's formal attire, but it has to be red.

So, you went shopping last week and found the dress you're currently wearing. You found a red satin dress with a slight v-neck. The top of the dress, from the waist up, hugs your body and pushes your breasts up slightly. A sparkly silver belt sits on your waist, adding some extra color and a little sparkle to the dress. The skirt kind of flares out. The best part? The dress has pockets.

As you leave the restroom, you hear a voice in one of the conference rooms. It's your boss yelling and screaming.

"I don't care if it's not done!" he yells. "It's due tomorrow at 9 in the morning. Get it to me or else your ass is gone."

There's a slam then a sigh.

Your boss isn't the nicest person. As a matter of fact, he rarely cares for anyone but himself and this business. He never shows emotion toward his employees, unless it's anger or annoyance. You've seen both. It's not very pretty for someone who's nickname is 'Prince Pretty', but that's usually only about his looks.

Before you can leave the hallway, the door opens and you quickly turn to leave.

"What are you doing here?" you hear come from behind you.

Putting a confident look on your face, you turn toward Tyler Breeze and say, "I was using the restroom, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler walks up to you and asks, "I mean, what are you doing here? At the party. Don't you have files you need to go over before our meeting on Thursday?"

Confused, you say, "I'm not allowed to come out when I have to go over files?"

Your boss says, "Not when this meeting is one of the most important in your entire career. It's important to make sure you have every detail down."

This is the annoyance that Tyler always shows. He's not holding back.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, "You doubt my skills if you think that I won't have every detail memorized before the meeting on Thursday. It's still four days away, and I've already gotten through half if not most of the files. I apologize for coming to the office Christmas party, sir. It won't happen again."

You roll your eyes and turn to walk away until Tyler's hand grips your upper arm. He turns you back to him and you find yourself standing extremely close to Tyler Breeze.

"I didn't appreciate the tone that you just had with me, Miss L/N," Tyler says, staring down at you.

Smirking, you say, "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" This sounds very much like a challenge. It'll be surprising if he doesn't fire you right here, right now.

Tyler eyes you up and that's when your heart begins to race in your chest. You're standing very close to him, almost too close. You don't know whether to push him back or let him get out whatever he's feeling.

He gives a laugh and says, "That sounds like a challenge, Y/N. I do like a good challenge." He smirks at you and his tongue swipes across his bottom lip.

The action alone is enough to make your core begin to ache. The ache catches you off guard and you bite your lip. You stare up at Tyler and say, "You would, wouldn't you?"

Before you can react, you're sandwiched between the wall and Tyler's body. You look up at the much taller man.

Tyler says, "I hope no one's told you already how nice you look in that dress."

You've received a compliment or two tonight from some of your close work friends, and that's why you tell Tyler. "A few people have, yes," you say. "Maybe if you weren't hiding out and yelling over the phone then you might've been the first."

It would be a lie if you said that you didn't find Tyler attractive. He's very good looking and you know that's how he gained the nickname Prince Pretty. His personality is a huge turn off though since he's a jerk most of the time.

"I may regret not being the first person to compliment you," Tyler admits.

He's never said anything like that to you before. You've never received a compliment from him before. You're shocked.

You stare up at Tyler and you say, "I've never heard you give a compliment to anyone. Especially not to me. As a matter of fact, you've only talked to me when I've done something wrong so I don't understand what's going on right now, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler looks down at you and he says, "I may be overstepping a boundary when I tell you that I've always found you attractive. The alcohol that I have been drinking has given me some courage to say this to you. I apologize if this comes off as overstepping. If I have acted like a jerk toward you, I also apologize for that."

"You've only acted like a jerk to me since I was hired, and that was seven months ago," you explain. "You really expect me to forgive you just like that, but it won't happen."

He says, "I don't expect it to happen, especially after I do this."

Before you can ask what he means, he leans down and kisses you. You gasp, not expecting him to kiss you. Yet, you kiss him back before you can stop yourself. His hands are on your waist, pushing you harder against the wall before pressing himself against you.

You grasp onto Tyler's jacket, which is a burgundy color with a black collar. He wears burgundy pants and a burgundy tie with a black button-up. You pull him closer to you, well, you pull him as close as you can with your clothes on. You want to be closer to him.

Tyler Breeze may be arrogant and a jerk, but he's an attractive man and it's been a very long time since you've had sex. Maybe having sex with your boss isn't the best idea but it's not your worst idea either.

He pulls away from the kiss since you both need to catch your breath. He's not that bad a kisser, and you wouldn't mind kissing him again.

"I should have asked if that was okay," he says. "I'm sorry."

You lean up and peck his lips before you say, "Stop saying sorry. I don't forgive you for treating me terribly for the past seven months but you can start making it up to me."

Tyler looks down at you and he says, "We better take this to my office then."

You nod and say, "I can agree to that."

He takes your hand and walks off to the elevator. You're on the second floor, and Tyler's office is on the seventh. You'd be far away from everyone and no one would hear you.

Once on the elevator, Tyler's lips are on yours. He undoes his tie but leaves it hanging around his neck. Your hands are in his hair as your lips move roughly against Tyler's.

The elevator ascends to the seventh floor, and the kiss doesn't break until the doors open. You walk down the hallway to Tyler's office. His fingers are intertwined with yours as you hold up your dress with your other hand since he's walking pretty quickly and you're trying to keep up.

Tyler unlocks the door to his office and lets you walk inside. You've never been in here. You've stood at the door but have never been invited in, and for some reason, you think that you'll be invited in more often.

The door locks behind you and you turn to look at Tyler. He pulls off his tie and his suit jacket before walking over to you.

"So what am I allowed to call you?" you ask, curious as Tyler presses you against his desk.

He laughs and says, "Let's start with Tyler tonight. We can work on other nicknames later." Tyler sends you a wink and you can't contain a giggle.

Tyler's fingers hook onto the sleeves on your shoulders and you look down, watching as he pulls the sleeves down.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Tyler presses kisses to your collarbone and neck.

His hands are on your waist for a second before they slide up to your back, and he works on unzipping your dress.

"I hope you have protection," you sigh out as Tyler trails kisses up to your jaw.

Tyler says, "Relax, princess. I have it covered."

He brings your lips to his as he pulls off your dress. The dress pools at your feet, revealing only a pair of lacy red panties underneath.

His hands roam your body as his tongue roams into your mouth.

Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be standing half naked in front of Tyler Breeze with his tongue in your mouth. Yes you've fantasied about this because he he decently attractive, but you never thought it would happen to you of all people. He's you boss, and this should feel wrong. It doesn't feel wrong at all.

Your fingers work on unbuttoning Tyler's shirt and untucking it from his pants as your tongues battle for dominance. You step out of your dress and kick it somewhere in the dimly lit room. You kick your heels off as you pull Tyler's button up off his body.

Tyler pulls back from the kiss and reaches behind you, knocking things off his desk. You leave kisses to his neck and jaw as he does.

He reaches down and lifts you up by your thighs so you're sitting on his desk. His eyes run up and down your body, his fingers run from your chest, down between your breasts and your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles under his breath. His words make your heart skip a beat and you're overcome with a wave of confidence.

You reach down and start to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off of him. Your eyes are on his as you start to unbutton his pants. You look as you push off his pants.

The room is dimly lit, but you can clearly see a huge bulge in Tyler's boxers, and it makes your core ache.

You lick your bottom lip and look back up at Tyler. "Hope you're liking what you see," he says, a smug smirk on his lips.

Your fingers run down his chest and stomach as you say, "I'd like it even more if I could see what's in the boxers." A smirk forms on your lips.

"Eager, hm?" Tyler teases.

You lean up, your lips inches away from Tyler's as you say, "I'm waiting to see what you've got."

Tyler takes that as a challenge and stands you up, turning you around. He leaves kisses on the back of your neck and he says, "I'll show you everything I've got, princess." You can hear the smirk on his face as he literally rips off your panties.

Before you can say anything, Tyler's cupping your core. You gasp and close your eyes.

It's been so long, two years, since you've last had sex of any kind. It's been so long since you've been touched.

Tyler's fingers rub your clit slowly, teasing you. You bite your lip to hold in a moan as you bend yourself over his desk.

Finally, after an eternity of teasing you, Tyler slips a finger inside of you. He moves it slowly, making you gasp and let out a stifled moan. You grip onto the edge of his desk.

His finger speeds up and he eventually adds a second then a third finger. Moans escape your lips even though you try to conceal them.

Tyler pulls his fingers out before you can come. You whine and pout.

"Patience," is all he says. You hear movement behind you and when you look behind you over your shoulder, you see him stepping out of his boxer shorts and his erect member free.

Your eyes widen at the sight of his length and your jaw drops a bit. You've never seen anyone so big. It turns you on.

He kicks your feet apart and runs his tip through your soaked folds. You moan softly and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

"If you need me to stop, tell me," Tyler says. "I'll stop."

You sigh, "I don't want you to stop. I never want you to stop."

Tyler smirks before he quickly grabs a condom from his drawer, leaving the box out on his desk. He opens one of the tiny packages before sliding the contents on himself.

He positions himself at your entrance before he pulls one of your legs up so it rests on his desk, giving him more access to your core.

After a second, he slowly begins to thrust into you. He moves shallowly and slowly. You're biting your lip as you try to contain your moans.

His thrusts speed up every few movements, his length going deeper and deeper inside of you. He keeps a medium pace until he's fully inside you. When you've officially taken all of him, he begins to thrust roughly and quickly into you.

Your moans are loud and you're head is thrown back. No matter what you do, you can't quiet down, especially not after Tyler begins to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. Your knuckles are white from grasping onto the edge of the desk.

Tyler's hands are on your waist as he moves hard into you. Grunts and groans come from him as he thrusts.

That's when it hits you. You're being fucked on your boss' desk, by your boss, and it feels so right. It shouldn't but it does.

You get the urge to kiss Tyler. You push up and hold yourself up with your arms. You look behind you and use one of your hands to pull Tyler into a kiss.

The moans don't stop while your tongue is down Tyler's throat. As a matter of fact, they get louder because he begins to hit your g-spot.

"Oh, God," you moan between kisses. "Oh, Tyler. Don't stop. Please."

A smile of satisfaction spreads on Tyler lips.

You feel a knot form in your stomach and your walls begin to clench around Tyler.

He realizes this and says, "You gonna come for me, princess? Hm?"

Nodding, you almost scream, "Yes, I'm gonna come for you. Let me come."

Tyler says, "Come."

Then you do. More than you ever have before. Tyler releases as you do. You're both gasping for air as you come down from your highs.

You thought the night would end right there, but it didn't.

As a matter of fact, you had sex with Tyler all over his office. On top of his desk, against the wall, on the sofa, on his desk chair, and even against the window. You don't leave the building until the sun has begun to rise.

***

A few weeks pass. You haven't told anyone about the night in Tyler's office. You could be fired if anyone found out. You have been having some fun though. You wear some revealing clothing to work occasionally to tease your boss, which occasionally causes the two of you to have secret sex in Tyler's office.

It's been three weeks since the Christmas Eve party, and you've been called into Tyler's office.

He sits at his desk and he looks dead serious.

"What's going on, Mr. Breeze?" you ask. "Have I done something wrong?"

Sometimes he'll call you into his office for sex, or even just a blowjob or make out session. He looks more relaxed when he does. He looks super serious, and you wonder if you're about to be fired.

Tyler says, "We've been working together very often for the past few week, and a position as my personal assistant as opened up. I figured I'd offer you the job since we've been working together for the past few weeks."

Your eyes widen and you say, "You better not be hiring me as your assistant because we've had sex."

He says, "As much as I've enjoyed the sex, that's not the reason why. You've shown me how skillful you can be and how resourceful you are. Anyone would kill to have you as their assistant. This is a promotion, Y/N. It's up to you if you want to take it. I understand if you wouldn't want to, given our current relationship."

You think about it. Working as Tyler's assistant wouldn't be a terrible thing. He pays his assistants well, almost $30 an hour. You'd get to see him everyday, and there would probably be some other perks.

If anyone found out that you and Tyler have been sleeping together, it might look really bad. It might look like you've fucked your way into this position. Hundreds would kill to be Tyler Breeze's assistant, just for the pay alone.

You stare across the desk at Tyler and say, "Yes, I'll take the job."

He smiles and says, "Welcome to the team. Although you've basically been part of the team for a while."

Glancing back at the door and after seeing it's closed, you get up and walk around his desk. You lean against the desk in front of him and he stares up at you. "As long as you didn't hire me just so I'd be closer to you for sex then I'm happy to be here," you say.

Tyler's eyes are on you and he says, "The sex is just one of your many new job perks." He stands up and presses you against his desk. "I'd also like to take you out, on a real date. How's dinner tonight sound? I'll make the reservation."

You smile and nod, saying, "I'd very much like that."

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Star-Crossed: Bound by Blood

Chapter Two

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Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x OFC Baast’Mal

Warnings: I’m making this up as a go, Canon divergent from the series during chapter 13, mild violence

A/N: I make this stuff up as I go along, if I screw something Star Wars-y up, apologies in advance, I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m new to this Fandom. I will be cross posting this story between AO3 and Tumblr except the smutty bits. Those chapters will only be available to registered users on AO3. (I’m trying something new for people who want to read here on Tumblr, but to also avoid the smut for minors controversy. We’ll see how it goes.)

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Baast woke to the scent of cooking meat. It made her stomach rumble and mouth salivate but also confused her. There had been no one in her life for many years. There should be no one to cook. Her eyes snapped open, prepared to fight whoever had found her.

Then her eyes fell on Din playing with Grogu, and it all came flooding back. He spoke softly through the modulator, encouraging the boy to float the small silver ball from Din's hand to Grogu's.

When the child succeeded, Din whispered a pleased, "Dank farrik!"

Baast almost purred, watching him with the child. He made an excellent father, and she was of an age to desire a mate, a home, a pride. But a warrior like him deserved someone better than a broken Zentari. It mattered not that her soul cried out whenever he touched her without the barrier of his gloves.

He'd stripped them off yesterday, and she could smell him—the spicy scent of masculine soap blending seamlessly with the musk of a man warm in his beskar. But the underlying scent of Din Djarin was that of the sandy dunes of her homeworld. He smelled of warm winds and dusky plains, of tall grasses whipped by fragrant breezes. 

He smelled like home. 

The stars were cruel indeed to drop her in the lap of the one made for her.

She watched them for a time as he encouraged Grogu. Their bond was strong, too strong if the Jedi were to be believed. Such attachments bred fear for the one they loved, and fear lent itself to the Darkside. 

The idea of Grogu's pure soul becoming tainted made her ache, and though she said she couldn't help them, Baast knew she must. Grogu deserved a chance to grow up on the side of good. 

She sat up, drawing Din's notice, the man turning toward her across the fire. 

"Morning."

Baast wondered at the voice behind the modulator. Would it be deeper? More robust? Would it be even more pleasing than this one that stroked fingers of violent want through her blood?

"Good morning," she murmured, voice husky still with sleep. 

Before she could ask, the canteen he carried on his belt was in his hand. "Drink?"

She nodded, catching it easily when he tossed it to her. "Thank you. I'm not used to morning conversations anymore. Or any conversations in some years."

"You've done well, evading capture until now. Now, the Tribe will help."

"The Tribe," she whispered. "I've been alone for so long." The idea of being part of something was both appealing and terrifying. "I look forward to meeting your Alor."

"She will be glad to meet you. They all will. Everyone will hope-" He cut himself off, busying himself with the lizard cooking over the fire. 

"Mando, they should not hope for what I do not think I can give," she sighed, lifting Grogu to her lap when he shuffled over.

"You don't know for sure you can't bond, Baast. Give it time."

Time was all she had. Life was a long thing for a Zentari alone in the universe. 

Small green hands gently touched her cheeks, causing her to look down at Grogu. He cooed a sweet noise as she gazed into big, dark eyes. They were expressive in their own right, and she felt herself falling, diving once more into his mind. 

The images came fast and furious. Din running, fighting, killing, but almost always alone. 

Baast closed her eyes as pain washed through her for the Mandalorian. "I cannot," she whispered to the child. "It would not be fair."

Grogu frowned at her before squealing loudly. More images filled her mind, these of a man reckless with his safety, one who had little to nothing to live for. 

She gasped and wrenched her face away from his hands, but it didn't stop the flow of ridiculousness. Kriff! The man had a death wish!

When Grogu disappeared from her lap, only then did he release her from his grasp. 

Baast sent the green menace a glare. "That was entirely rude."

He smiled and blew a raspberry. 

"I'm sorry," Din murmured, holding the child away like Grogu was a danger.

She held up her hand, continuing to glare. "Do not apologize for something he did. It sets a poor president. Invading my mind is bad manners, little one. Disregarding another's desires is a step down a dark path. This will not be allowed."

"Dark path?" Din asked. 

"The Jedi and the Sith. One force believes in peace and passivity. The other wants power and are often corrupted by that passionate desire, both use the Force. He has the potential to be extremely powerful, but with that power comes responsibility. It is a razor's edge to walk, one I am not confident I have the skill to help him navigate."

Din straightened, but his shoulders lowered, relaxing his posture. "You'll help him? I didn't want to bring it up, but I'm running out of options."

"Yes," she sighed. "I know of one who may be able to help him, but I do not know if he will come at my call. Where is your covert?" He said nothing, and Baast tilted her head in apology. "That was an improper question. Forgive me."

"Always," he murmured.

She wondered if that would still be true should he learn what Grogu already suspected. "If I am to make contact, it must be from Tatooine."

"Why Tatooine?"

"Because it is the planet we agreed upon." She turned toward the fire and the spit of roasting meat before looking up at Din. "Have you eaten?" 

The movement was subtle, a single negative action.

Baast hummed and reached for the cloth that tied her pants' to her calf and began to unwrap it. 

"What are you doing?"

She ignored him and continued until her pant leg fluttered free. The cloth was only a couple inches wide, but it was long and thick enough to make an adequate blindfold. 

She lifted it to her eyes, only for his hand to shoot out and grab her wrist. It felt odd for him to touch her with the slightly cracked but soft leather of a glove now that she knew the feel of his skin.

"You don't need to do that."

Baast blinked slowly, gaze drifting to his hand before returning to the visor where his eyes would be. "It is not a need but a want. I will do this, Din Djarin, so that you may eat freely with the child and I. This is the Way."

"It is unnecessary."

She unfolded, rising gracefully to stand before him, wrist yet held in his grasp. "When last did you eat?"

He said nothing.

She tilted her head and held out the cloth. "I have not shared a meal with another in many years. I would share this meal with you and Grogu. Allow me to honour your Creed."

There was no sound, no movement beyond what Grogu contributed to the conversation in small burbles of noise. The Mandalorian was still and silent, a hunter in all things.

Baast waited, quiet, calm. After so many years in a cell, the forest gave her peace, but those years had taught her patience. She could wait for eternity for his decision. She had the time, after all.

What went on behind the helmet, she couldn't know, but eventually, he set Grogu down, released her wrist, and took the blindfold. "Turn around."

She did so, pushing her hair back to uncover her ears. "If possible, try not to cover them. The tips are sensitive, and the fabric will feel abrasive."

The cloth came down over her eyes, hooked behind her ears, and crossed at the back of her head. 

"Again," she murmured. "I can still see."

Twice more, the fabric circled before he tied a knot. 

Her senses heightened, hearing, smell, and the sixth sense that had been with her all her life. The Force resonated in every living thing, glowing and pulsing, connecting all of them. She could see it like an orange glow, thin lines and thick, veining out around them. 

"Good?"

"Yes." The heat of the fire warmed her skin, but before she could move, Din took her hand and elbow. 

"Kneel. I'll get you some food."

Baast followed his direction, aware of the bright light that was Grogu coming to her side. He placed his hand on hers, flooding Baast with a gentle apology. She turned her hand over to hold his little claws.

A quiet hiss filled her ears, causing her to turn toward Din. The beskar blocked some of his energy, the Force somehow muted by it. Then he lifted off his helmet. 

It took every effort to restrain herself from gasping. He glowed white, the shining brightness of a sun. Shock left her mute as she tracked the supernova that was this Mandalorian as he set down his helmet and removed the spit from the fire. He pulled off a piece of meat, maybe a leg, she couldn't quite tell, and brought it to her. 

"Here." The deep baritone was like the softest of silk to her senses. 

Baast held out her hands for the meat. His bare fingers grazed her palm as the hot meal hit her flesh, and grease trickled through her fingers. 

"Thank you," she managed to force from a throat gone tight with emotion. 

"It's hot. Be careful."

She stuffed down the aching need to reach out and feel the lips that produced such a voice and smiled crookedly instead. "Too long have you travelled with only Grogu for company."

He chuckled. "Perhaps."

Another wave of needy desire hit her, but Baast fought it off. She would not doom him to a half-life with an unfinished bond.

She ate and made sure he ate once Grogu was fed, asking questions about the child and how they came to be together simply to keep him talking. His voice was a balm to a soul grown used to silence.

When they finally finished their meal, she waited for him to return his helmet and come to release the blindfold. His hands were deft, skilled, and careful not to pull her hair.

Baast blinked to adjust to the quickly blooming daylight, then retied her pant leg as Din smothered the fire. She reached for Grogu and stood, ready to leave. 

"I can carry him."

She tilted her head, already missing the gentle ebb and flow of the Force from him, now encased in all that beskar. "Do you object to me carrying him because you think I am weak or out of principle because he is your foundling?"

"Uh…"

She arched a brow. "Do not underestimate me, Mando. I live because I am jatnese be te jatnese. The best of the best."

"I know what it means," he huffed.

"Then stop being ori'buyce, kih'kovid," she smirked. "I will care for the child as you have cared for me."

"Atin," he muttered. 

She didn't protest because, yes, she was stubborn.

"Fine." She could almost hear a pout in his modulated voice as he turned and marched out of their temporary camp. "And I'm not all helmet," he grumbled, likely thinking she couldn't hear him.

Baast smirked and gave Grogu a wink. "Come along, ad'ika. We weak ones best keep up with the big strong Mandalorian," she teased.

"I will leave you behind."

She grinned at his back. "No, you will not."

***

By the time they reached the Razor Crest, he was sweating in his beskar again, but with the luxury of the fresher within sight, Din didn't let it bother him.

He disarmed the ground defences and lowered the hatch, heading inside to get them underway. He wanted off the planet before anyone else thought to come looking for Baast'mal. 

Hopefully, the Alor would know who to bribe to falsify a new chain code for her. Either that, or there would be an all-out war to eliminate the threat and bounty on her head. Or, she would spend the rest of her life hunted by the Empire.

He hated that thought. Baast was not a creature who should spend her life hiding. She should be allowed out into the light, a creature of hope and beauty. 

Though he hadn't seen the true colour of her eyes, the rest of her was so mesh'la, when he'd removed his helmet, it had momentarily taken his breath. And without the helmet, her scent had filled his nose like something he'd loved and long forgotten. It was warm, soft, and decadent, all things a Mandalorian put off when he put on the beskar. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands to himself.

She closed the ramp and followed him to the ladder, climbing up with Grogu to slip into the seat back and to his right.

"Once we've left the atmosphere, you're welcome to the fresher, food, whatever you need," he offered, getting them airborne.

"Do I smell?"

He froze. "That wasn't what-"

Her laugher, that throaty purr, cut him off. "It's fine, Mando. An actual fresher after years of lakes and waterfalls will be pleasant."

"Hm. I have to make a stop on Nevarro, then another before we go to Tatooine. Is there anything you need?"

"Clothing. A cloak. And a weapon."

They cleared the planet, and he made the jump into hyperspace before turning around. "What kind?"

"Short sabres or staff will do."

He watched her pet Grogu's ears, gently using those long claws in such a fashion the kid was almost comatose in bliss. She sat with one foot propped on the seat, comfortably leaning on the armrest. He wondered if her skin would begin to lose its sun-kissed nature now that she was off-world.

"How did you learn to fight?" he asked, forcing himself not to think about her skin and how soft it was. 

"Mandalorians are not the only warrior race. Zentari are taught from birth; the rest I learned from the idiots who held me captive. They sought to make me a weapon or a slave, with that came training, but Zentari are not so easily coerced, nor do we forget the slaughter of thousands. I am no weak-minded individual to be controlled by some Sith," she spat.

"Sith?" He knew next to nothing about Force-wielders and felt the lack of knowledge acutely. 

"They oppose all things the Jedi stand for, desiring power over peace or balance. They corrupt what they touch.."

"And how does a Zentari hold out against someone so powerful?" He didn't wish to insult her, but surely a child against a master Sith couldn't win.

She sighed and looked away, watching the lights of hyperspace. "Zentari are neither good nor evil. We are Force neutral. The blood bonds distinguish much of our future. To avoid creating bonds with those that would bring harm was why Zentarus was so well hidden. But someone betrayed us. They used to brag about it, the Imps. How one who we trusted gave us up to the Empire."

"If you are Force neutral, why allow Mandalorians to know of Zentarus? Why let us come seeking mates?"

She shot those vibrant eyes back in his direction. "Because the Way was honourable once. Perhaps, at some point, Mandalore was led astray by their leader, but that was not our doing. Those that came to us knew the Way. They humbled themselves before us, and if they were denied, they left knowing such was not their destiny. Those who came knowing not the Way… did not leave Zentarus alive."

"Then I am glad I knew the Way," he murmured, wondering who would have won between the two of them had she not revealed herself.

"As am I," she nodded, looking as regal as the Sand Panther she claimed in her blood.

"Were the Jedi not part of your Way?"

She scowled. "The Jedi saw us as a threat. Naturally born Force users who required little training to do much of what they could, who lived for generations, and who were neither good nor evil. They feared what would happen if we were corrupted. An attempt was made to wipe us out. It failed, and we Zentari veiled Zentarus from those who knew not where to look."

"And that's why you didn't want to help us," he sighed, realizing the untenable position he'd put her in.

She stood, placing the sleeping Grogu down on her seat before taking the step she needed to stand between his spread knees. Her hands lifted to land lightly on the sides of his helmet, gliding over the metal. "It is no longer a want but a need. I will not watch Grogu fall to the side of the Sith because of my fear of the Jedi. He must be trained."

She leaned down and rested her forehead against his helmet as long lashes veiled her eyes. "This is the Way."

Without his permission, Din's hands found her hips and drew her incrementally closer. "I will protect you, Baast."

"We will protect each other."

He hummed his agreement and wondered at the low ripple of sound vibrating through his chest.

Next chapter

[supermediabrothers6]

I wrote this short story/history of Kahlie and my relationship for our wedding website. It was supposed to be this silly little thing but I ended up being pretty proud of it. So, if you so wish, enjoy :)

"I knew from the beginning I would find my wife at college. It wasn't even that I necessarily wanted to find her. I just had this awareness that that is what happened in college. After all that's how my parents met so obviously it would happen to me. Thus with this brilliant scientific reasoning under my belt I stepped forward into the college experience with that false confidence of moral superiority of which only a lifelong home schooler is truly capable. My first class that semester was a glorified essay writing class disguised as an elective that every freshman had to take. There were multiple versions of the class based on different topics. Out of those topics I chose "Monsters".

It was in this class that I met an incredible person. She was taller than most of the other girls in the class, had long sunshine colored hair, and the biggest most beautiful eyes that seemed to change color from moment to moment. She didn't walk anywhere so much as she bounced. And I don't mean that in a sexy volleyball way. She just had this infectious energy about her that was captivating. But it wasn't just her looks. She was fiercely intelligent, she loved monsters, and she would defend the old monster movies along with me when other class mates called them stupid or cheesy.

One day after seeing me in a play, this person (Kahlie DeHotman was her name, though her name on Facebook was Katherine which, as someone who has a horrible time remembering people's names anyway, stressed me out terribly) asked me to play her husband in a scene from the musical Footloose for her recital. For her this was a simple matter of asking another actor who she thought was good to help her with a project. The biggest impression she had of me, aside from the play, at the time was that I left a ruder than average comment on her paper when I peer reviewed it. But for me, an Amazonian cross-breed of a manic pixie dream-girl, a badass Goth chick, and an anime character had just asked me to be her husband. I stammered out a yes almost immediately. I had found my wife much sooner than expected.

There's no doubt about it I was head over heels for her already and we'd barely even spoken. I managed to keep semiprofessional when we would rehearse, but there was no denying that the room would get unbearably hot whenever she looked at me for too long. Towards the end of the semester I decided to make my first attempt at "flirting" Something I had never done before with anyone. At the time "what ___ are you?" quizzes were very popular on Facebook. I took one called "Which Classic Monster Are You" and got Frankenstein's Monster. My classmates in the monsters class started taking it as well, and Kahlie just happened to get "The Bride of Frankenstein". It was here that I pulled off my big flirt. I was too afraid to tag her or to directly address her in anyway. So instead I simply posted the status: "I think I've started a trend, within a few hours of announcing I was Frankenstein's Monster Bethany became Dracula and Katherine became my Bride!"

Immediately I knew I had gone too far. I had been aggressive, bold, forward, even dare I say it, cheeky. As I spiraled down into the deepest, darkest, pit of regret. I saw that I had a notification. Kahlie had seen my post and commented: "lol!!! XD".

I was in.

Now for the next step! I knew that all the theater majors would be attending a party at one of the theater professor's houses. And this would be my moment to build on the already tremendously passionate turn our Facebook interactions had taken. "lol!!! XD" indeed! I put on my most fetching turtleneck sweater and sweat-pants and went to that party ready to begin what would surely be the greatest love story of our generation! Only to find her holding hands with some other guy.

I was immediately heartbroken. I was embarrassed. I didn't even know what to say. I spent the rest of the evening desperately avoiding her. At one point she snuck up on me and tried to engage me in a conversation about Bride of Frankenstein, even joking about me being her husband. Which, stepping outside of the cloudy and short sighted headspace of past Billy, makes perfect sense to joke about as it was a very silly thing that no one would ever have thought was intentionally flirtatious and I think it was even quite nice of her to acknowledge the terrible joke in order to try and help me be less shy. But at the time, her joke felt like I was being stabbed in the chest.

But I was not then and I don't believe I ever have been someone who believed that a woman was required to love him. I marked it as a loss, tried to move on and secretly hoped in the darkest part of my heart that the relationship would end soon. I was not, however, so mature that I did not immediately vow to hate the guy she was going out with forever. Which made it awkward when we ended up becoming best friends for almost two years and even lived together for one.

Skipping over a lot of sad times for both Kahlie and I, this initial interaction set the tone for much of what was to come over the next several years of our friendship. Kahlie and I became part of the same friend group and would spend a lot of time together. I learned that we had a lot in common. We both loved old things, we both had an affinity for Halloween and Gothic fairy tale aesthetics. At the same time we were very different. My favorite era of American history was the 1930's and 40's, hers was the 1960's. I was very conservative, she leaned much more to the left. I thought good music stopped in the mid 90's, she thought not only had good music continued after that, it was still being made!

But I had lots of friends with whom I disagreed with. With her it was different. I would chide her for having what I considered "wrong opinions" and try to goad her into debates. She met me head on and didn't take no for an answer. Not only would she argue me to a standstill, and often to victory, but she would also call me on my bullshit in a way no one else would. She told me right to my face when I was being an egotistical ass and quite rightly too. That's the thing about Kahlie, there's no BS. She's straightforward and honest almost to a fault. But it wasn't always her criticizing me. There was a lot of that in the beginning but it wasn't always that. It was just this sense I had that when Kahlie said something she meant it.

I'm not terribly good at reading social cues, and so much of my conversations on campus I felt to be mired in innuendo and strange allusions to things I didn't understand. I always had a general sense I was being "handled" somehow. Like people were just putting up with the strange black turtleneck wearing boy, waiting to see what weird thing he would do or say next. I always felt like a punchline. But with Kahlie there was none of that. It was kind of like that scene in Twin Peaks where Gordon Cole meets Shelly and there's something about the way she talks to him that he suddenly doesn't need his hearing aid to hear her. Even if I was dating someone else at the time, I always knew Kahlie was a friend who would have my back and give it to me straight. If she told me I had done something stupid I was truly ashamed of myself. If she complimented me I was walking on air for weeks.

We got to be very close and spent a lot of time together, both with the rest of our friends and alone. I got to know a bit more of Kahlie's story. She'd had a very different life than mine. She has undiagnosed clinical depression that results in long periods of time where she is simply incapable of feeling joy. During these times most of our friends would let her be to work through it in her own time. But I, probably because of coming from a family where I hadn't really seen this behavior before, was always very concerned about her. During one of her dark moments I would run after her and try to stay near her or at least let her know that I was available. Several times she told me that I was the only person who could make her laugh during those times, or told me that I had given her a hug exactly when she needed it. (To this day, by the way, I've never had a better hug than the Kahlie hug. Seriously, ask her for one.)

So with this encouragement I just kept trying to do my best to be there for her whenever possible. I tried to keep my interest in her purely in a friendly capacity. I didn't want to use her condition in order to seduce her. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have feelings for her. Often times we would be walking together after dark, or I'd be consoling her during a really bad time, or we'd just be spending time together and one of our acquaintances, usually one of the freshmen, would ask: "so you guys dating?" and we'd both laugh and say "no," and inside the old wound would open up again.

In our junior year we spent our first semester apart from each other, as we were taking semesters abroad in different countries. Her in London, England, and I in the far off exotic land of Philadelphia, PA. I had sworn off dating altogether after a particularly bad relationship that I now realize in hindsight was psychologically abusive. (Yes it happens to guys too.) I did end up breaking my vow and asking a girl out. (She turned me down very politely and we're still friends to this day.) But mostly what I did during this semester was think about Kahlie. She and I had been messaging a lot more, her relationship with my old roommate had finally ended and I was eager to see where things might lead.

However unbeknownst to me at the time, Kahlie had found herself in a strange sort of trap of her own devising. See the girl that I've been describing this whole time is no one Kahlie's ever met. All she sees is a loud mouth, rude, insecure, phony who's not as skinny as she was in high school and whose blonde hair has been turned brown by too many botched dye jobs. She had been in the same unhealthy relationship with the same guy for years out of the simple fear that she would never, could never, find anything better. While I was hoping that there might be a chance for the two of us to take our friendship to the next level, she continued an on again off again romance with her ex in secret.

I later found out about this, and after the initial self-pity phase I started to try and look at the problem from her point of view. I started to realize what kind of trap she was in. After all it was a similar trap that I had just escaped from. And it was partially her advice that helped me get through that dark time in my life. My heart ached for her. I wanted her to be mine so badly. But I also knew that if I really loved her, if I truly cared for her, if I was really her friend, I couldn't make this about me. So I decided that I needed to get her out of that trap, and then I needed to let her go. I couldn't do this to be selfish. I had to only do this to make her life better.

So late one night I took her aside and had a long serious talk where I told her what I had seen and that she needed to get out of the relationship she was in for good. Kahlie, as I've said, is incredibly intelligent and already knew what I was saying was true. But she was so sad, and felt so hopeless, she had trapped herself into making the same bad decision over and over out of the misguided notion that she didn't have a choice. We talked for a long time, and by the end of it we were holding hands. I told myself that this was the greatest level of intimacy I would ever have with her, and that that was the way it should be.

As the days and weeks following this conversation went on, I noticed several odd occurrences. I would notice Kahlie staring at me sometimes, she started teasing me a lot more, and at one point even accidentally called me by the name of her ex while we were joking around. In the back of my mind I knew what was going on, but I would not allow myself to entertain such thoughts. One time when she was having one of her depressive episodes she somehow ended up with her head in my lap crying and I instinctively reached to stroke her hair. Kahlie has since told me that all others who had tried to touch her hair in this way had lived to regret it but somehow the way I did it just felt right.

One night I got a very surprising text message. A message I have been forbidden to repeat in my telling of the story. Let’s just say it was very romantic, and very much from Kahlie! I could hardly believe what was happening! The next few messages were equal parts exciting and frustrating and on the whole left me very confused. As it turns out trying to do the right thing for Kahlie and just trying to be the best friend that I could be had made her start to notice me a lot more in the last few weeks since our talk. Kahlie had just now realized that she was falling for me, and being somehow completely oblivious to the fact that I’d been pining after her for almost three years at this point, was feeling super guilty for complicating our friendship. Being as straight forward as always, she felt the need to come clean to me and ask that I let her know if she ever crossed any lines or made me feel uncomfortable.

As should be clear at this point in the story I had been silently praying for her to cross that line since the day she first proposed. At the time I was living on the opposite side of campus from her but I made it across campus in record time. I texted Kahlie to come down to the common area so we could talk. She came timidly out of the elevator fearing that I had come to tell her off. I instead declared the feelings I had had for her for so, so long! She then burst into tears. No matter how bad I wanted this to work out we were still in a very awkward situation. Kahlie had dated my former best friend for years at this point off and on. All of the relationships we’d both had had gone spectacularly sour over the years and we were each other’s closest friends. Did we really want to mess that up?

Yes, yes I did.

But I kept my promise of being a good friend above all else. I told her I wouldn’t pressure her. That if she wanted to stay just friends that was all right with me. Having soothed her fears that she had somehow ruined our friend group, I walked back to my apartment much slower than I had left it.

I fully intended to keep my promise. I really did. I didn’t even text Kahlie the next day. I was determined to not treat her any differently. Then she texted me and asked me to lunch, and then to dinner, and then asked if she could come over and watch the new season of Doctor Who with me, and then lunch the next day. This continued for almost a solid week. I was so confused. Kahlie had followed up telling me that we couldn’t date by dating me.

Finally towards the end of the week, after the latest Doctor Who episode had ended, I found that although we were sitting on a couch with more than enough room for two, Kahlie had somehow ended up veeeery close. I finally decided to ask her what was going on. “Kahlie,” I asked, “What are we doing?” She sighed, “I don’t know.” We then had a very serious and mature conversation. I let her know that I was very much in the “I think we should date” camp but that I wouldn’t pressure her. She told me that she really liked me but she was sure that a relationship would end in disaster and since I was one of her only real friends she didn’t want to ruin it. We talked about this for what felt like a good five minutes. I don’t remember why or how we started kissing but it did put an end to the conversation very quickly.

Every first kiss I’ve ever had has been awkward. There’s always that initial stage of trying to figure out the other persons technique so that you don’t bump teeth. Yes every first kiss has always been awkward except one. With Kahlie there was no awkward stage. The moment we kissed was the most magical first kiss I’ve ever had. It was like we were literally made for each other. I had to leave her shortly afterwards to meet about a group project. I was so happy in that moment I was almost flying. And apparently I had lost my brain at some point during the kiss itself because by the time I’d reached the spot I was supposed to meet my group I realized my group wasn’t even meeting that day. I had cut short the greatest kiss I’d ever shared with anyone at that point in my life for no reason.

Kahlie had felt similar fireworks when kissing me but sadly it did nothing to help her put aside her fears of the unknown. We both talked about it with our own friend circles and then met back together to talk about what had happened. Kahlie was convinced that the whole thing was a mistake. She was ready to put a stop to it right there. Then I said a sentence that she tells me is what changed her mind for reasons I’ve never fully understood. I said: “Please, give me a chance.” She replied: “Ok.” And kissed me.

Our relationship has not always been smooth sailing, no relationship is. But it has been rewarding in ways I never could have imagined. Two weeks into our relationship I broke down crying in the middle of doing my job of cleaning one of the locker rooms. I just started silently bawling because I suddenly realized that I’d never had a girlfriend who had put my needs before hers. It was the sudden realization that Kahlie really did love me, and that she was dating me for me and not to just be with somebody. Both of our previous relationships had messed us up so badly it took a while for us both to realize that we actually liked each other and weren’t going to leave each other after finding out what the other one was “really like”.

Actually even to this day I’m sometimes afraid that Kahlie will suddenly turn to me and say “I just now realized you’re a huge nerd with a compulsive need to buy anything with Batman’s face on it! Later loser.” Then she’ll make a thumbs down and a fart noise and be out of my life forever. But for whatever reason that has consistently not happened. We’ve both been through a lot over the last five years. We’ve both moved several times and spent almost a full year in a long distance relationship that almost destroyed us. But somehow we’ve survived through it all.

I knew from about two months into our relationship that Kahlie was the woman I wanted to marry. Not because of my idiotic freshman notions of ring by spring, but because she was and is my best friend and the coolest person I have ever known. I do not want to marry her because it is what I’m supposed to do. I want to marry her because she is my other half and I cannot stand the thought of ever being without her. So that brings me to my proposal.

Oh boy, my proposal…

I was incredibly nervous and awkward about the proposal from the beginning. Among other things Kahlie has excellent and very specific taste when it comes to fashion and jewelry. I was not confident that I could pick a ring that she would like. I tried testing myself by watching “Say Yes to the Dress” with her to see if I was good at picking up on her taste.

Me: “See that’s a good dress right?”

Kahlie: “It’s terrible!”

Me: “That’s what I meant…”

I was doomed.

I did do some searching on my own and ended up finding a couple rings that I thought Kahlie might like. She’d been raving about the art deco design aesthetic in the movie “The Great Gatsby” for months. It took a while but I was finally able to memorize the term “art deco” and take it with me to a jewelry shop in Maine. I was able to find two rings with a similar aesthetic. But then Kahlie found an Opal ring she loved in a local jewelers and started getting very excited about it. I started to panic that I had gone down the complete wrong track since the Opal ring looked nothing like anything I was considering. I spiraled with anxiety until I finally broke and begged her for help like the pathetic nerd I am. Kahlie took pity on me and actually tried to help me find a ring to surprise her with. Sadly she couldn’t find anything that worked in the Williamsport area. Probably because it’s hard to feel that spark that an engagement ring is supposed to have when instead of being offered it as a surprise by your true love it’s being hocked at you by a Macy’s sales lady trying to meet a quota. In the end Kahlie too started to spiral and panic thinking that her standards were too high and she’d never be able to be happy. I told her I would make my own decision and surprise her as I should have been doing all along. Deciding to try and trust in my gut for once I chose one of the rings I’d originally found in Maine. I called in the order and started planning the proposal.

It was the perfect plan. The ring was in Maine. Kahlie and I were due for our summer visit to my family up there. We would drive up, I would collect the ring at some point while Kahlie was distracted. I knew that Kahlie could be a little shy around my family and I didn’t want her to feel awkward with people asking her about planning the wedding and all. So I decided I would propose to her at the end of the week right before we went home. One of the ways I used to make Kahlie feel better when she was sad during a brief period when she lived with my family and me in Maine was to take her to the beach. So I would propose to her on the beach. My sister Emily is a photographer so she would be perfectly placed to take pictures of the proposal. Also our family was going to a local baseball game that day. Kahlie loves Baseball, it’ll be a fun date. And best of all Kahlie doesn’t know that any of this is going on. This was gonna be perfect.

Almost everything went wrong. To begin with, of course Kahlie knew what was going on. She already knew I was ring shopping and she could see how much more nervous and jumpy I’d been leading up to this trip. She knew the whole time exactly what was about to happen. While I was trying to make sure everything was ready for Friday, Kahlie was nervously wearing all of her nicest looking dresses all week, not knowing what day would be the day her picture would be taken. Finally on Friday she figured she must have been mistaken. After all it was the last day and we were going to a baseball game that would surely last late into the night. There’s no way I would be proposing to her on that day of all days. So instead of the nice dresses she had worn the rest of the week she wore a T-Shirt and shorts. “Doooon’t you want to dress nice for the game?” I said weekly. “Why? It’s a baseball game. It’s gross there” Kahlie said logically. I didn’t have a good answer for that. But see we weren’t going to see a major league game. We were going to see the Portland Sea Dogs. The Minor league team under the Red Sox. Our family had been going to their games for years. They were almost always on the slow side and we usually left before the end. I was sure we’d be leaving just in time to catch the sunset on the beach.

How was I supposed to know it would be the best game the Sea Dogs ever played? It seemed that every inning was better than the last. Not to mention that they were actually winning which is a rare thing for the Sea Dogs. We were there until way later than I had hoped before I was finally able to convince my family to head home so I’d have an excuse to take Kahlie out of there. We got into my car and started driving. I texted Emily to get ready to take the pictures but the game had gone so late that she had fallen asleep waiting for my message. Kahlie also fell asleep in the car on the way, which suited me fine because I was acting very suspicious. It was pitch black outside by this point and in order to get to the beach in question I had to go down a lot of poorly lit back roads. I got lost several times.

Finally I parked the car and managed to shake Kahlie awake. To her it must have seemed like a horror movie scenario. Waking up in pitch darkness with just my voice telling her “We need to go!” Thankfully the familiar sound of the ocean made her realize exactly where she was and she immediately understood what was going on. To her credit she still tried to preserve my dignity by playing dumb. “What are we doing here?” She said innocently. “Well,” I said, “I wanted to make sure we went to the beach before we had to go back to PA.”

Smooth.

We had finally made it to the beach but we might as well have been in a cellar somewhere with a cassette tape of ocean noises playing for all that we could see. It was even a cloudy night sky so we couldn’t see any stars. But at least we weren’t totally alone as a cloud of mosquitos had flown in to keep us company. But I couldn’t think about any of that. I was more nervous about this than anything I’d ever done in my life. I’d had a vague outline of a speech prepared in my head but every time I looked at Kahlie (well, the patch of darkness where I imagined her to be) I would start choking up and be unable to speak. Finally I pulled her close into a big old Kahlie hug and delivered my entire speech to the back of her head. By now I was shaking and crying, Kahlie was shaking and wondering why I had picked today of all days. I broke away from the hug, got down on one knee, reached into my back pocket, and couldn’t get the ring box out. It was stuck. After what felt like forever of trying, I did finally get the box out of my pocket and ask the question: “Kahlie Jensen DeHotman, Will you marry me?”

It is a testament to how much Kahlie loves me and how full of grace and forgiveness she is that after all that, and without being able to see me, or the ring, she still said yes. (side note: she loved the ring when she finally saw it and will brag to anyone and everyone about it and me to this day.)

And now after a few more years of false starts, personal tragedies, and crazy nonsense, we’re finally sealing the deal and gettin hitched. There’s no doubt that the two of us have been through a lot. And I’m sure we will continue to be in the future. Something about Kahlie and my personalities means that we’re always in the middle of some sort of Soap Opera plot. Heck, Kahlie asked me to write out our love story in 3 paragraphs and look where we are now. What I’m saying is, we extra. But the point is that we always face these challenges together. I’m always there to dry Kahlie’s tears, and she’s always there to dry mine. And from day one, we’ve never stopped talking, playing, and debating each other. Of course we’re both disgustingly romantic with each other. We almost never stop telling each other how much we love one another and how good looking we think the other one is. But if I’m honest while that’s great it’s not my favorite part. My favorite bit are those talks that seem to go on forever, the debates about our differences of opinion on politics and the movies we like, and the games we play with each other. When she’s not around for more than a day I start to feel homesick. Not for any particular State, Town, house or apartment, but for that specific spot right next to her wherever she happens to be. We were made for each other in more ways than just kissing. She is my soulmate. She is my other half. Since day one, she’s been my Bride."

[anonymousdisaster]

Relax

A/N: once again, I wrote this when I was, what, ten? So, like... don't judge. Or do, I don't really care, actually. Gif isn't mine, y'all should know that. Also, this was originally meant to be posted on my other account, @thewalkingimagines , but, you know, cause I'm stupid, I accidentally posted it on here instead, and I'm too lazy to redo all of this stuffs and repost it over there. Anyway.

Genre: general fluff, but it starts out kinda angsty

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x non gender specific!reader

Description: Steve comes back from a bad mission, and the reader (with powers similar to Jasper from Twilight) has to help him relax.

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He hadn't been able to save all of them. He should have been able to save all of them. There had been children, *babies* even. And he hadn't been able to save them. He hadn't been able to get them all out of the building in time.

It had been a very long, and very hard mission. He had known it would be from the start, but he hadn't realized just how mentally damaging it couldn't been. He could still hear the screams of the victims still trapped inside of the burning building that he should've been able to save.

All he could think about was the people who had lost their lives, and the people who had lost loved ones, as he trudged into the elevator that would take him to his floor of the Avengers Tower. He didn't even bother to go to the debriefing that was held after the mission, he just headed towards his room in some desperate attempt to escape his pain and grief and stress.

 As he made his first step off of the elevator on his floor, he vaguely registered someone speaking to him.

"Mistah Rogers? Are you alright? Well, no, uh, of course you're not alright. I can feel what happened. Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistah Rogers."

The sweet, slanted voice of (name) (last name) broke through the somber fog that had seemed to wrap itself around his mind. He usually rather enjoyed the empath's ramblings, but right now their reading his emotions was not good. He had to keep up his hero façade, if he didn't, he might as well be walking away from himself. So in an attempt to get away from them, he just grunted and kept walking.

"Mistah Rogers? Hey, did you hear me?"

'Just go away, kid,' he thought to himself. He felt his emotional support beams snap just a moment before he rounded on the empath.

"You know, for somebody who has the literal ability to read peoples feelings and emotions, you sure can't tell when your presence isn't wanted, can you?!" He growled, his voice dangerously low. He didn't mean that, of course, he just couldn't deal with people right now. He saw a flash of hurt cut across their eyes at his words, but it quickly demolished and reformed into some odd form of understanding.

"Oh I'm... I'm sorry–I'll, uh, I'll just g-go now," they replied in a stuttered mumble, before scurrying towards the elevator. As he watched their heel disappear behind the metal doors, he almost reached out to tell them he didn't mean it; but the door was too fast, and before the words could escape his lips, the (your hair color) haired empath was gone from sight.

He let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand over his face, before about-facing, and continuing the trech to his room.

The second he kicked the door closed behind him, he was taking off his clothing and slipping into a pair of baggy sweat pants, and belly-flopping down onto his too-soft bed.

He just laid there a moment, feeling himself slip into that beautifully fuzzy haze of not-full-consciousness and not full sleep. Focusing on that and not the ache in his shoulders and back or the sound of screaming that still reverberating in his mind was probably why he didn't notice the soft knock that came to his door, or the click of the hinges as it was pushed open slightly to reveal the same (hair color) haired, (eye color) eyed person that he had nearly shouted at in the hallway only a few moments before. He should have been ashamed of his lack of vigilance, but in all honestly, thinking back on it later he would probably be glad he hadn't.

The empath carried a small bag that held several different items in it. Most of which Steve would deny ever using if he was ever asked outright. Everything from essential oils to lavender scented bath soaps were held in that bag.

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They knew that Stevens previous explosion was not really aimed at them, he was only stressed and in desperate need of some well deserved R&R. They also knew that what they were about to do could get them yelled at by the super soldier, but they couldn't not help him. Part of being an empath was feeling someone else's pain as if it were one's own, and right now, all the pain and anger and grief that he felt was also within them. So their doing this for him was to help them almost as much.

Hesitantly, they reached out a trembling hand and placed it upon his bare sholder. At the initial contact he stiffened and sharply inhaled, but, as they released some of their power, he imediately began to calm down.

Another part of their power was the ability to manipulate other peoples emotions. It may not have been the coolest power, but, in times like this, they found it rather useful.

They removed their hand from his sholder just long enough to rub some essential oils and lotions onto their hands, before replacing them on his sholder and softly beginning to massage away the tension. His muscles were still so wound up from the mission that it took them a few moments to get through to his sore flesh, but the moment they did, he let out a small breathy groan that brought a small smile to their lips.

They worked their way all the way across his broad shoulders, and then down his back, all the way to the band of his low-riding sweatpants and back up to repeat the motion again in backwards order. Switching between soft kneading and harder circles with the heel of their small hand, continuing for the better part of an hour until his muscles were back to their previous limber flexibility.

They had noted some twenty minutes before that his groans and sighs of apriciation had morphed into soft snores and the rapid flow of rabid emotions that had cut though his consciousness before were now down to a minimum.

'Good,' they thought, 'its working.'

But now that they needed him to move, it could be possibly problematic. Gently, they moved up to his face and gingerly placed a pale hand upon it, shaking him slightly to wake him and whispered quietly.

"Hey, Mistah Rogers... he, I need you to roll over for me... Do you think you can, love?"

His beautiful blue eyes opened just a slit to see their face and he let out a rather loud, gutteral moan as he pushed himself to roll onto his back, his tired muscles not quite awake enough to push himself up with much grace, as he just kind of flopped over, one arm layed across his abdomen the other still trapped under his body. They gently pulled his arm from under his body, and layed the other straight beside him, before re-applying more lotions and returning to message his front side.

Again, they started at one shoulder and worked their way across to the other, then worked their way down his chest and stomach, then back up before going to his bicep and massaging down his arm, all the way to his hand, going back up, then repeating the action with his other arm.

They left him for a moment to go to his bathroom and start the bath. Taking the correct products from their bag, they began pouring in generous amounts of bath salts and bubbles as it filled.

They quickly went back into his bedroom and softly shook him back awake, careful not to be too harsh.

"Hey, there, Mistah Rogers, come on, I've got a bath running for you."

His eyes opened ever so slightly yet again to take in their face, and process what the (eye colored) eyed empath had said. With a groan, he pushed himself to a sitting position, and allowed them to pull him into the bathroom. Once there, they turned to him expectantly before blushing heavily and turning their back to him so he could slip out of his sweats. He was far too tired to be very embarrassed at the happenings as he gingerly climbed into the bath, using the bubbles as a sort of blanket to hide his, heh, "intimate area" from view.

As soon as they knew he was covered decently, they turned back with a washcloth and poured some soap onto it, scrubbing the foam into the rag to make it sudsy.

They bent and sat on their knees at the side of the tub, leaning forward and not hesitating to begin washing him with the utmost care.

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The feeling of their rag covered hand scouring over his body gave him chills, he hadn't felt so well taken care of like this since before the serum, when his oldest freind would take care of him when he was sick. And, as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. To be vulnerable to someone like this had an almost orgasmic quality to it. He let his head drop back onto the edge of the tub and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax against their adept hands as they swept his body.

He felt the soft rag cross his shoulders, then down his arms, then accros his toned stomache, stopping before their hands dipped bellow the belt line and went down his legs, all the way down to his feet.

He felt as their unclothed hand moved down his arm and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand above the waters bubbly surface and setting the wash rag in his hand. Wordlessly, they gestured to his groin area, asking him to wash himself while they left to get some dry towels.

He did as they had silently asked, and they returned quickly with two large, fluffy, white towels to dry him with. The empath helped him stand and step out of the bathtub, handing him one of the towels to dry his front while they patted dry his back.

He stood as still as he could on limbs that felt like jeletin as they finished drying him and helped him back into his sweat pants. Leading him back to his bed. They pulled back the bed spread and helped him lie down in a comfortable position.

They stayed like that for a few moment, just watching eachother, before (name) smiled a small smile, squeezed his hand, and turned to leave.

But their hand didn't leave his.

He held them back until they looked back down at him with curious  eyes.

"Thank you," they said simply. "and... call me Steve."

Their answer was just a kind smile and another soft squeeze to his hand. They tried yet again to move away from him, but again was stopped by him not releasing their hand. A small blush creaped onto his cheeks as he asked quietly:

"Would you, uh, would, would you mind staying with me, for tonight?" He quietly questioned.

Yet again their responding smile answered his question as they crawled down into the bed beside him. He turned towards the empath and they pulled him towards them, resting his head on their chest and reaching up to toy with his still slightly wet blonde hair.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in their embrace, and not much longer for them to follow suit. Their hand still buried in his soft hair.

Let's just say that it was the best night of sleep either of them had had in a very long time.

[rogue-barnes-16]

SECRETS (part II/IV)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James' past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angsty

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Warnings: abusive ex-partner, mentions of toxic relationship, hungover, scars

A/N: I'm back from my brief hiatus(?) yayy! I'm still feeling super insecure about my writing so if you see something I'm doing wrong or something that I should improve, tell me. Tomorrow I'll post the next part of The Protege, but now enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist (you can find part I there)

The moment my eyes fluttered open, my hands gripped the sheets I had gotten tangled with, trying to suppress a loud groan the would have just made my head pound harder.

I stirred and turned my head to the man lying besides me as a proof of the bizarre events that my mind remembered from the night before.

This time I was unable to hold back a now regretful groan, which ended up shaking him awake.

"what the- Fuck" he sat up, pressing the heels of his hands against his shut eyes. "fuck fuck fuck fuck"

I shifted my position in a way that I had a perfect view of his bare back.

And that view made my heart clench, because it made me remember what I wanted to talk about without him in first place.

It also proved me that, sadly, there was no way in hell that I was wrong. The patterns of the scars were signs of domestic violence without a doubt.

"Barnes" I called him, not daring to move. "we still have to talk." my voice sounded demanding, but still tender and quiet.

"what 'bout?" his eased voice almost made me doubt my gut feeling, because after all, those scars could be something else.

But then he put his shirt faster than normal, and before even putting on his underwear.

"Dot." his shoulders tensed for a moment, but he did his best to hide it from me. "what happened between the two of you?" I didn't want to ask it directly, so I decided to take the long way.

"c'mon Y/l/n" he let out a humorless laugh, getting up to put on his underwear and pants. "You're the smartest detective I've ever worked with" I managed to hide my surprise at the compliment and I sat up on the bed. "do you really need to fuckin' ask?"

"yeah" he glared at me, leaning over the bed to grab his jacket. "Barnes for fucks sake" I let out a groan, falling back on the bed after I had seen him get out of my apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I got in the precinct an hour or so before my shift actually started, but, honestly, I couldn't care less.

I made a bee line to my desk, not bothering on greeting my colleagues "Hey man, are you okay?" Wilson asked, probably noticing how bad I looked like due to the hungover.

"always" I curtly replied, grabbing the manila folders Y/n had been working on, and displaying it in front of me.

"Bucky?" I didn't even need to spare a glance at Steve to see his worried gaze. "what are you doing here? You don't-"

"got a problem" I muttered low enough for only us to hear it. "I- Y/n and I-"

"Please don't tell me that-"

"yeah" I replied before he finished his question. "we were drunk and-"

"Oh c'mon man" Steve sighed and I let myself fall on the chair while he kept pacing besides me. "with her out of everyone? You had to fuck your co-worker, who you've been pinning over for the last four months?"

"Listen, jerk that's not the important thing right here" I hissed, leaning over the desk to be closer to him. "she knows."

"she knew the moment that Dot showed up" he replied, sitting over my desk. "why does it matter anymore though? The trials start in a week."

"I didn't want her to know" I confessed, running my hands over my short hair. "not now, not like this."

"well there's no going back, pal" Steve said with a sad note on his voice. "you gotta- oh, there she goes" squeezing my shoulder, he got up and walked to his own desk. "Mornin' Y/l/n. Isn't it a bit early?"

"I have work to do" she replied emotionless, looking for the folders on her desk. When she didn't find them, she silently walked to stand besides me and, leaning over my desk, she started to grab the folders.

"I won't tell anyone" she whispered in a tone much softer than I expected. "it's your place to do it so don't worry" with that, she came back to her desk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was midnight and Y/n and I hadn't spoken since our brief exchange of words in the morning. Now that we were the last ones left in the department, it was impossible for us not to chat with the other.

It was Y/n who started the conversation.

"Hey listen" she called in low voice, walking to my desk to sit besides me. "I'm sorry for pushing you. I just-" she sighed, scratching her arm distractedly. "I-I just wanted to be wrong, and then" pursing her lips, she spared me a nervous look. "I don't know"

I glanced at her for a moment and, after taking a deep breath, I spoke. "I fell for her when I was really young" I stated. "Hell, I fell hard" she peaked at me, leaving the pencil she was using over the papers. "she was so charming. We got married when I was twenty-six"

"That's..." she looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. "that's nine years"

"not really" I scratched my neck, feeling Y/n's eyes on me. "we took lots of breaks" I tried focusing on the reports in front of me. "things went south during the last three years, though. We fought. A lot." I scoffed "I loved her so I always blamed myself-"

"Bucky" she cut me off in the most tender way possible. "we- you don't- we don't have to talk about it." before I could tell her that I wanted- no, that I needed to, she spoke again. "unless you want to."

I nodded. "one day I came home late. We argued and she... Uh... Slapped me." I shrugged, not daring to look at Y/n. "and I thought, she's worried, don't mind it." Y/n stayed quiet for me to tell her the rest of the story. "slaps turned into things being thrown at me, and then... Well, you already saw it."

"Your back." I nodded at her guess. "Bucky, those are some serious scars." I just shrugged, not knowing what to answer. "what the hell did she use?"

"what does it look like?"

"I didn't look at them enough to-" I started to unbutton my shirt to take it off. "you sure of what you're doing?" I nodded, leaving the shirt aside. "Okay uh" she stood up and hesitantly traced the scars with her fingers "those three ones gotta be from a belt."

"they are"

"well then she's strong as fuck" I let out a nervous chuckle while she inspected the rest of the scars. "this one... Did she stab you"

My nod was almost unnoticeable "That's the last one"

"I wanna believe that this burn here" her fingers ghosted over it. "isn't one of them." she sighed, grabbing my shirt and handing it to me.

I realized too late my hands were shaking too much for me to be able to button up my shirt. When she noticed this, she kneeled in front of me and did it for me.

"the last time we were together, she ended up stabbing me" her jaw clenched.

"I'm guessing she came here" she got up and came back to her chair. "because you brought a lawsuit against her?"

I nodded, clenching my fists a few times in an attempt to calm my nerves. "she showed up in my house yesterday. That's why I was in the bar."

READER'S P. O. V.

"what are you gonna do tonight?" That question didn't really need to be asked, but still, I did.

"I'll stay in the break room" he replied distracted. "tomorrow I'll figure something"

Without thinking twice, I casually suggested "come to my place"

He shot me a perplexed glance "and then what?" before I could even think about replying, he spoke again. "we fuck again?"

I couldn't help but snort with a note of bitterness in my laugh. "I'm trying to be nice, what the fuck was that?"

"not sure" he muttered absently, a frown forming between his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I think I'm too tired"

I sighed "yeah, me too" I looked up at the clock and, taking a deep breath, I spoke again "we should go home"

"we?"

"yeah" I got up, not wanting to face him for some reason I could not pinpoint. "You're staying at my place remember?"

"Y/n" he called me "there's still a week left for the trials"

"I think" I grabbed my things and put on my jacket "that we're more than capable of standing each other for a week"

I heard him standing up and I finally turned around to face him again. "Y/n, you don't have to-"

"Oh shut up" I said cut him off, throwing him his jacket. "I bet if it was Steve, you wouldn't be so hesitant"

"of course I wouldn't" he admitted, letting out a chuckle. "he's my bestfriend"

"then- I dunno" I shrugged with a grin on my face while we made our way out. "pretend I'm Steve, but stop complaining"

"That's-" he snorted falling into step with me. "that's so fucking weird"

"why? 'cause we fucked?" there was a beat of silence, but when I looked at him, we both burst into fit laughs.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"yeah, because we fucked" I confirmed, looking ahead of us with a smile dancing on my lips. "Where's your place, by the way?"

"what the hell? you were there last night." she shook her head a couple of times with a grin pulling the corners of her mouth. "I guess you were too drunk."

"so were you"

"yeah, but I still know where's my place" she stated proudly.

"what the f- Y/n, that's because it's your place." a snort escaped her lips. "which way, genius?"

"This way, jerk" she placed a hand on my back to guide me and, despite the thick jacket, I could still feel it's warm.

It was in that moment that I realized her touch somehow soothed me, and I found myself wishing she didn't let go of me.

[famousconfessions]

Did you miss me?

Title: Did you miss me? // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. We were just talking and daydreaming and ended up being like "Okay, let's just write something and have some fun with it". We hope you like it and please remember that English is not our first language but we tried our best :D Every kind of feedback is appreciated! So here it goes...

It was 11 a.m. Friday. I was sitting on the floor packing our suitcase for the upcoming trip. Ed’s family was throwing a huge party dedicated to his dad’s birthday. All of Ed’s cousins, aunts and uncles were going to Suffolk for this meaningful day. Ed was about to arrive home and I was buzzing. It had been a while since we seen each other. During the last three months I was completely absorbed into the thoughts of missing this ginger perfection. There were minutes when I was just starring at his guitar that always stands next to his favorite armchair. At those moments, I closed my eyes and tried to depict him sitting there with a cup of freshly – brewed tea, a laptop and a guitar humming a new ballad. But then I realized that it was just me working on a project. Different continents, countries, time zones – all these things couldn’t ruin our love. Love that was neatly wrapped in a blanket of our sleepy mornings, wild nights and all-consuming tenderness. All of a sudden, I heard that someone was knocking on the door. It was Ed.

I got up from the floor, almost stumbling over my own feet while I was trying to get to the door as fast as possible. I just couldn't handle being away from him any longer. My heart was racing in my chest and when I finally saw him, I was so overwhelmed, that tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey baby girl", these three words and him standing right in front of me was just too much. “You are here” was everything I could say, before he pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. It kinda felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that he was actually here in my arms. I've had missed him so much, it was crazy. I didn't know it was possible to miss a person so much that it physically hurt but I learned that the hard way. “Yes, I am, love... and I'm not gonna leave anytime soon”, he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Smiling I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Thank god, but I wouldn't let you go anyway”, I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, before I kissed his lips. It had just been too long... and missing him got harder every time he left for another leg of his never ending tour. But for now he was all mine... at least until we had to leave for that party. It was just so good to have him back, feeling his arms around me, his lips on mine, his amazing scent. God, it was almost too much for me.

I pouted, when he broke away from me to go to the bathroom to probably freshen up a bit.

He looked so casual and a bit tired after a long-distance flight, but all excited. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt that drew my attention to his colorful flexed biceps. He took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes in this childish way that always melts my heart. I heard him screaming from the bathroom: “Did you miss me, love?”. Of course, he knew the answer but wanted to hear it one more time. I’d just wanted to tell him everything that I felt at the moment but there he was, standing next to the door-post. He left his T-shirt somewhere in the hamper. His bright tummy looked like a masterpiece and he had that promising, mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn’t help but come up to him: “Do you really want to know it? Did I miss you? Let me show you, baby boy”. I started trailing my fingers from his bare chest to the auburn scruff on his face that was deliciously tickling my fingers. He pulled me to his naked torso and I felt heat spreading all over my body. He left me speechless.

Actually, I couldn't even put into words how much I missed him so it was probably a better idea to show him. I was kinda nervous now, being so close to him and I was sure it was because I was so excited for him to be back. My whole body was tingling and I just wanted to feel him all over me. Like... he was so close but still too far away. “Go on, love, show me”, his raspy, whispering voice sent shivers down my spine, so I needed a moment, before I was able to put my lips on the rose tattoo on his left shoulder. My lips wandered from there to his neck, then down to the lion on his chest, while my hands rested on his stomach, slowly travelling down to his belt. Ed tilted his head back, anticipating my hands unbuckling it. He is a well-known tease-lover but this time was my turn. I didn’t want to let this little ready-to-go kitten get everything at once, even though I was dying to rip his pants off and admire this pleasurable view. I started giving him feather-light touches in the area where his trousers started visibly tenting. “Please, let me.. I can’t wait anymore...” he whispered under the breath in his full of desire voice. “Don’t be so mea..” he didn’t manage to finish his phrase ‘cause my naughty fingers got under his belt just right into the pants and gave him a short stroke that couldn’t go without noticing. He shut his eyes, exhaled loudly and then grabbed me, put on his shoulder and then down to the sofa. I started giggling and bit his earlobe.

Ed pinned me to the velvet pillows on the couch and frowned his gingerish eyebrows articulating in a mentor-like tone: “Do you think this is funny? I’ve been craving for you all these months...Going to sleep with one single thought - you, and waking up thinking about your body right next to mine. The only thing I want to do during these spare hours before our Suffolk trip...the only thing I want... is your legs wrapped around me and your sweet moans in my ears”. That was the second when I finally lost my mind. His angelic, freckled face with curls on the forehead was just an inch away from mine and... I gave up. My lips crashed on his and it seemed like I’d lived all this time without oxygen and finally started breathing Before I met him I didn't know what it was like to be in love. Well, I thought I knew but this whole thing with him was so different. My feelings for him were so strong that it scared me from time to time. What if someday he left me? What if it didn't work out because of his job? I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind but sometimes I couldn't help but think about that. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't have a Plan B, so if this would go wrong in the future I wouldn't know how to keep going. Luckily, everything was fine now, he was back and he was all mine right in this second. “You're wearing way too many clothes, babe", he whispered after he broke the kiss and brought me back to reality. After all, reality was now better than dreaming. “Then help me get rid of it", I replied, biting my bottom lip, wiggling under him because I was so impatient. Just a second later I felt his warm, soft hands under my shirt and a small moan escaped my lips. I almost forgot how good his hands felt on me and I couldn't wait for more. I just hoped that he wouldn't play the teasing game with me tonight... but of fucking course he took his time, running his hands over my upper body and before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get out of this without a hickey.

“I’m going to make you feel incredibly good, love”, he cooed while taking off my shirt. It was a bit chilly in the room but my nipples hardened not because of it but because of his skillful fingers that were dancing round them, twisting and squeezing. He was sitting on me with his eyes traveling from my face to my boobs. I lifted myself on the elbows and started unzipping his jeans. He helped me and threw his pants away standing there only wearing his black Calvin Klein’s. I felt these sparks of electricity and tension between us. He leaned towards me and without any hesitation took my shorts and a thong off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaled this mind-blowing smell and wanted to capture this moment forever in memory. “Please don't ever leave for this long again", I mumbled between huffed breaths and chaste kisses, while I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls... but he just smiled, pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my neck, then travelled down my shoulder, my breasts and down my stomach. My eyes fell shut, I couldn't think anymore and the pure sensation of his lips on my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was hungry for more... a lot more. Talking to him on the phone and texting just wasn't the same as actually feeling him on me.

“I'm here now, love”, I suddenly heard his voice again. “So don't worry”, ohh no, I didn't. He definitely erased every negative thought with what he was doing and he slowly made me lose my mind. His lips wandered even lower, but not where I wanted them the most. Instead he took his time to kiss every inch of my thighs, just letting me wait. Ohh, he would regret that later. He then made his way up again and just when I'd given up hope I suddenly felt his lips and his tongue right there! “Ohh fuck, Teddy”, I gasped, my hands finding his hair again to have something to hold onto. He used his long fingers to spread my folds and put his tongue deeper while rubbing his nose on the most sensual part of my dripping sex. His a bit calloused fingers kneaded every piece of this positively-singing area. My hips started spontaneously buckling straight into his face that was already covered with my juices. “Are u alright, sweet girl? Can’t wait for you to come all over my face?” he growled and started lapping me with a double zeal. Every time, these words, combined with the sexiest accent in the whole world, send me to the sky. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and they travelled from his head to my nipples. Ed noticed my action and gave me the wildest look of his already darkened navy-blue eyes. “Fuck...” I grasped, this man was truly gifted. I saw my impatient boy freeing his well-sculptured cock with one hand and giving it a long slow stroke. He couldn’t wait anymore but didn’t forget about me. Ed started rubbing messy circles on my already intolerably aching clit. This spectacular sight and sensations sent stores of electricity down my lower belly wires. I would've loved to help him out but right now I wasn't able to do anything other than to feel and watch while he touched himself. Every little movement of his fingers brought me closer, I was panting, biting my lip, trying to keep my eyes open because I just wanted to look at him. God, he was the most beautiful human being on earth and he didn't even know.

“Teddy, I'm so close, oh god, I-”, I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips crashed down on mine but at the same time he stopped touching me and I growled into the kiss. Why the fuck did he stop now? I pushed him away playfully and looked at him puzzled, but this fucking tease just grinned at me. “Don't be mad at me, baby girl, I just don't want to finish you off like that just now”, uggh! I growled at him again, but I couldn't be seriously angry at him... not at all. Funnily, his little game just made me want him even more. I got him to lie on his back and I crawled over him, kissing his lips hungrily, while I felt his throbbing cock twitching against my tummy. “Let's see who's the impatient one here, huh?”, I whispered into his ear, rubbing myself against him. I kissed him again, while my hands travelled over the colorful tattoos on his chest, his belly, further down... and then up again. I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and soft moans which really, really turned me on... until I finally touched him where he needed me the most. Just fingertips to very sensitive, soft skin but I heard him take a sharp breath and that made me want to tease him some more.

“Do you want more?”, I asked, looking into his eyes while my fingertips kept stroking him. “Yes, please...I want more...”, he whispered, trying to concentrate his attention on my fingers rubbing a pink plush head of his tool. I spit on my palm and spread it all the way down his shaft. It was a long wet stroke that made him tense his belly muscles. Poor boy, he couldn’t last any longer and I decided to stop that sweet torture. I was literally dripping wet and my only wish at that moment was Ed’s cock stretching out my sensitive walls...I was dying to feel every vein on his shaft and his hands all over my buzzing body. I made myself comfortable and started lowering... his twitching head touched and entered my opening just for a sec. I saw Ed’s fists grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa but his eyes were wide-open and focused on that particular moment. I did the same thing one more time but let him feel it for a while. A long primal moan escaped his parted lips. “If you’re going to play with me like this, babe, I will explode in a minute”, he groaned in a begging tone. Okay, these words..this man... his desire.... Without any hesitation I sank all the way down his length... That feeling of him filling me out was just out of this world, especially after such a long time. His head fell back in pleasure and I heard a long, deep growl out of his mouth which turned me on even more. I stopped for a second, getting used to him, before I started moving.

My hands were on his chest for some support, while his grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, guiding me. We soon found the perfect rhythm, just like we always did and even if it sounded weird, I was always glad when that happened because every time he was gone I feared that something between us would change, he would find someone better, he would realize that he didn't want to have a relationship because his career was so engaging. But right now that wasn't the case. It was just us, our love and lust for each other and the perfect unity of our bodies. “Fuck, love... don't stop now”, he groaned and a second later our gazes met. We looked into each other’s eyes and the moment was so intense that I almost exploded right there and then. I definitely didn't think about stopping now, so I increased our pace, his hips meeting mine. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes with every thrust and when he suddenly started kissing my neck and his fingers found my clit again I just lost it. Everything came crashing down on me and the high carried me away. A few seconds of absolute pleasure, no worries, no pain, nothing... just the pure thrill of ecstasy. My nails were digging deeper into his chest when I felt him twitch inside of me and my walls clenched around him again, what seemed to send him over the edge, too. His head fell to my chest and he was panting, while we both rode out or orgasms, trying to regain steady breaths. “I love you, baby girl”, I heard him whisper, as I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls. “I love you too... and I'm so happy to have you back”.

A perfect reunion.

We were lying on the couch. I was listening to his heartbeat and he was playing with my hair. I looked around: my table covered with papers, our photos on the wall, his armchair with the guitar next to it and a half-way-through packed suitcase...wait?!.. “Ed, Ed! We’re going to be late for your dad’s B-Day party!” I exclaimed grabbing my t-shirt and trying to put on my shorts at the same time. I heard Ed answering his phone: “Hi, mum...we are on our way...”