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milkpup · 9 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ throwing it back for the blue

‹𝟹 nsfw! 18+ oneshot

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by cafekitsune

›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› 18+! f!reader/m ›› date published: 12/8/23 ›› 3k words

‹𝟹 summary:You're tired from exams, hoping to rush home and take a quick shower and sleep. Unluckily for you, you get pulled over on your way home by Officer Toji Fushiguro.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk , jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres/warnings: police au, insults, dubious consent, power imbalance, impact play

‹𝟹 tags: police au, police uniforms, uniform kink, cop toji, rough sex, manipulation, coercion, people pleaser, public sex, sex on a car, abuse of authority, au - no powers, dubious consent, being called a good girl, praise kink, degradation, choking, spit / spitting, spit kink, face slapping, slapping, spanking, vaginal sex, dry humping, cunnilingus, hair pulling, breeding, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, name calling, pet names, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji has a big dick

‹𝟹 notes: this story is originally posted on my ao3! hope y'all like it here too! i just wanna say that this is all fantasy. i am actually against cops but ima be real.... i still got fantasies lmfao X_X enjoy!

Throwing it Back for the Blue by milkpup

It’s finals week at your college. You had your last final of the week, and it ended late at night. Yawning as you’re driving, you want to get home as soon as possible. You silently curse yourself for living off-campus, it would have been nice to live at the dorms and have a short walk back. You valued your independence and freedom, however, and that is why you opted for a more expensive off-campus living arrangement.

You look at the clock on the dash of your car: 10:43. You just want to hurry up and shower, snuggle in bed, and drift to sleep. It wasn’t worth it taking the main highways, there would probably be lots of traffic from people going out on a Friday night. You take a less-used road, it won’t add much more time, and you could honestly make up for it if you went a little faster. Plus, cops don’t usually care enough to check out back roads.

Toji specifically chose this intersection because it wasn’t used as frequently. He didn’t want to camp out on a main highway, that’s more work, and for what? He always lived by the motto of working smarter, not harder.

He’s backed up on a street, lights of his motorcycle turned off. The abundant foliage and trees add more darkness, and it doesn’t help there’s very few street lights on these roads. Toji wanted to just take a break, smoke a cigarette, and wait until his shift was over. He already met whatever “quota” for traffic citations he was tasked with, he just needed to wait until he was off at midnight and could make his way back to his apartment.

He leisurely sat upon his motorcycle, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He exhaled and watched as the smoke dissipated in the cool air. He clicked his tongue. He was slightly ticked off he hadn’t taken a patrol car instead. He usually used the motorcycle, but the brisk fall air was not pleasant against his uniform. The black button up hugged his muscles and body, he was glad he at least chose the long sleeve today. Although he had a bad habit of rolling his sleeves up anyways, constantly creasing and wrinkling his uniform. Thick but tight black pants with a gold stripe running along the sides provided him minimal warmth, however. The long black leather boots all motorcycle patrols wore made up for the inadequate coverage on his legs.

He groaned, feeling the cool air start to affect him. His moment of complaint didn’t last long as he watched a car run right through the stop sign in front of him. He clicked his tongue again. Whatever, at least it gives me something to pass the time. He quickly dropped his cigarette and snuffed it out with his boot, before turning his headlights and sirens on.

As you flew past the intersection, you saw red and blue flashing lights appear not too far behind you, picking up speed and getting closer.

“Fuck.” You groaned out loud. You were sure no cops would be there; why would they ever be there? They never were before. “This fucking sucks. I definitely fucked up.” You pulled over to the side of the road soon after.

The first thing you see as the officer approaches your window is how built he is. How taut his clothes are against his skin. You gulp. You feel like a fucking pervert, thinking these kind of thoughts in this kind of situation.

“Good evening, miss,” the officer greets you as your window finishes rolling down. “Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

You try to gulp again, but your mouth is instantly dry. You feel like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, you are. “N-no… officer. I’m sorry I don’t know.” You’re looking everywhere but this officer. You have confrontation issues in general, and a person with authority absolutely kicks your anxiety into overdrive. You’re sweating so much, you once read in an article to act like you don’t know why you’re being pulled over.

Toji clicks his tongue. “Little miss, you were driving exceptionally over the speed limit, not to mention you completely flew past a stop sign before I pulled you over. Do you understand how reckless that is?” You can’t see into his face very well with his helmet covering his head. You chose to look at his abdomen, but that’s not much help either.

“I-I understand,” you meekly stumble out. Your cheeks are flush, and you feel like you’re about to cry. You don’t want to get in trouble; you’re instantly apologetic for not being more careful.

Toji smirks. “Very well, license, registration, and insurance please, little miss.”

You shuffle around, pulling your bag into your lap. Grabbing your license and insurance card out of your wallet before reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve your registration. Your shirt hikes up a bit as you lean over to grab your stuff, and Toji takes this time to observe the scene. At least, that’s what he says he’s doing. In reality, he’s looking at the exposed skin from your shirt lifting and your leggings that hug your body. He licks his lips, thinking of an idea.

You move back up, handing him the materials. “Thank you, darling. Wait here while I run your information.” He says as he retreats towards his motorcycle. He radios dispatch, giving them your plate number and other necessary information.

He’s flipping your ID back and forth in his hand. He shamelessly takes a picture of it. He wants to remember you and where you live. Is it an abuse of power? Yes. And he fucking loves it. Your record is clean, tags are up to date, and the only thing wrong was your reckless driving this one time. He might just be nice and let you off with a warning.

He returns to your car, handing your documents over. He places an arm against the door frame, leaning against it. “Miss Y/N. I can tell you’re tired, and it’s probably because you have finals at the local university. I sympathize with you, and I’ll let you off with a warning this time. You have a clean record, and seem like a good girl who means no harm.” Toji smirks while looking down at you. You meet his gaze, feeling a wave of relief come crashing against you. You’re about to sigh with relief, before Toji finishes his statement. “However, because I’m such a nice guy willing to overlook a careless mistake for you, I need you to do something for me.”

You’re momentarily confused, as he’s reaching above his head to take off his helmet. His inky locks fall into place as his helmet comes off. He has vibrant jade eyes, piercing right through you as he looks down at you. “If you resist detainment, I will have no other option to arrest you. And we both don’t want that. So be a good little bitch and listen to me.”

Your heart is pounding so loud you could barely hear him telling you to get out of your car. “Step out of the vehicle, now.” You do not want to fuck with this guy, and you’d do anything if it meant you would still have a clean record.

As you’re opening the door and about to step out, he grabs your wrist and flips you around to pin you against your car. You can’t see much in the darkness, the only lights around to illuminate the area were his bike’s headlights and your car’s. He’s pressed up behind you, holding your arms against your back. His muscular and rigid body felt warm against yours. You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet as you could feel his hot breath against your neck behind you.

Toji was taking in every feeling of your body that he could. He spread your legs apart with his thigh, pushing against your core. You whimper as his thigh pushes against your cunt. You could already feel your juices soaking through your thin layers. Your black leggings didn’t do much to provide any modesty, he could see every curve and dip. He felt moisture as his thigh pushed into you more, and he had a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Are you really getting turned on from this? Such a fucking slut that getting pushed against your car by an officer has you dripping already?” Your mind started spinning as he started degrading you. Your only response was a pathetic moan as he bit your neck slightly. He was leaving a mark on his toy for the night. It wasn’t going to be the last one he makes.

Toji groped your ass through your tights, feeling how soft and plush they felt. He felt his cock start straining underneath his pants as he pressed against your ass. Toji picked up speed and pressure, increasing the friction as he dry humped your ass. Your pants and squirming under his touch was a sight he could barely handle.

“Will you be a good toy for me, Y/N? I don’t want to get you in trouble, doll.” He muttered out as he kept pushing against your ass.

“Yes, sir.” You barely get the words out as Toji grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up. He tilts your head towards him slightly.

“Open, bitch.” You comply immediately, your cunt gushing more everytime he insults you. You’ve been used to praise your whole life, people taking care of you and treating you gently. But this? This was new and exciting. He spat in your mouth before pushing you against the car again. “Good girl,” he hummed.

“Strip from the waist down but leave your panties on, sweetheart.” He moved away from you, allowing you space to take your leggings off. You quickly removed them, tossing them back into the car.

In the time you took your leggings off, Toji moved to the front of the car. You finished undressing stood in front of him before he pushed you down against the hood of the car. He lifted your leg by the thigh, leaving one to support you and pushing the other on top of the car.

He spit on his fingers, moving them towards your already dripping cunt. “Tell me how this feels, doll.” He coos as he pushes one thick finger into your needy hole, pushing your panties to the side. You shamelessly moan as he pushes deep inside with his index finger. Toji immediately feels how tight your little cunt already is with just one of his fingers. He licks his lips devilishly, excited at the idea of stretching you out with his thick cock.

He adds another finger, and you already feel like you can’t take much more than this. He’s relentlessly fingerfucking your cunt as you’re pushed against your car. Your juices are dripping down his hand, as you’re panting and feeling your body heat up more.

He snakes a hand towards your neck, choking you as he pulls you up. “Do you like this, you little slut?” He asks you as he continues fucking your tight hole with his thick fingers. You’re too lost in the sensations to answer, a pathetic whimper the most you can manage. He pulls you by the hair to again, forcing you to make eye contact. “I asked you a question, didn’t I bitch? Fucking answer me.” He grunts out as he spits onto your face.

“It feels sho good, sir…” You slur your words. He’s fucking you with his fingers than any of the men you were with could do with their cocks. You’re already hooked, and he isn’t even fucking you yet.

He pulls his fingers out, much to your disappointment and groan of protest, before he licks his fingers and tastes your cunt. Fuck, she tastes fucking amazing. Little whore has a cunt that is just begging me to eat it.

He lights your other leg and flips you over onto your back. You can finally meet his gaze where you notice he’s staring at you like you’re his prey. He smirks as he drops down to his knees to be at eye level with your cunt. He normally doesn’t care for eating out the women he fucks, he usually only care about his own pleasure. But your taste, your moans, your body… they’re all intoxicating. And he would never pass up an opportunity for a free meal.

You feel his breath against your cunt as he approaches. He starts by kissing your inner thighs before reaching your core, where he gives a teasing flick of his tongue.

He looks up at you as you react, grinning against your pussy. He moves his tongue up to your clit, swirling around it. Your body trembles under his touch. He kisses and sucks your button, before giving it a gentle nibble. He wants to see how your body reacts whenever he does anything. Toji moves back down towards your tight hole, before he pushes his tongue inside. He rubs your clit as he tongue fucks your cunt, causing you to buck your hips against his face.

He moves back up to your clit, not wanting it to feel left out. He pushes another finger in your hole as he sucks your button. You moan profusely, feeling something build between your legs. You grab his raven locks and push him against your cunt more. “Please! Ah! I’m close-“ you stumble out as you feel yourself approaching the edge of pleasure. “More! Please! Fuck!!” You can barely get even one-syllable words out between your moans.

Toji fingerfucks you harder and faster, trying to get you to cum on his mouth. You whimper and tremble as you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, causing quite a mess. Toji is surprised, he didn’t realize you would be a squirter, but he laps up every last drop of essence as you orgasm.

He moves away as he reaches to unbuckle his belt. “Good girl… now it’s my turn.” You’re practically panting as he frees his cock from his tight uniform pants.

He moves towards you, lining the tip up with your hole. “You’re gonna take this like a good slut for me, right?” He deviously smirks while looking down at you.

“Yes, si-“ you begin to say. But before you finish, he bottoms out and forces his whole length inside at once. You yelp in shock, and a bit of pain. He’s exceptionally big, and the thickness is not helping either. He grunts as he stretches your tight hole. He lifts both your legs above his shoulders, pushing his body against yours. He has you in a mating press, ready to fuck you until you can’t even move after.

“You’re so tight, Y/N. Tighter than any bitch I’ve ever had in my life.” His jade eyes look down at you as he says that. Your walls clamp around his thick cock at the compliment, you get high off of being praised.

“Open, sweetheart.” Toji commands you once again, before he spits into your mouth again. This time though, he follows it up with the most aggressive kiss you’ve ever felt. He’s forcing every part of his body against yours, tugging at your bottom lip and biting it. He tastes the metallic essence, and feels his cock throb. You moan against his forceful kiss, while he fucks you hard and deep.

He pulls back until just the tip remains, before slamming back into your hole at full force. You moan at the action, feeling his cock hit your cervix. You’re sure he’s going to bruise you, but you don’t care. You wrap your arms around his neck as he drills his cock into your cunt.

He pulls his lips from yours, and spits on you again. He moves a cock to your neck, applying pressure that makes your head dizzy. You can hardly breathe, your head feeling lightheaded as he fucks you dumb.

“Your cunt is amazing, sweetheart. It’s perfect for me.” He coos as he releases his grip around your throat and allows you to catch your breath. Your moment of respite is short-lived, as he slaps your cheek, leaving a red mark. “I might have to make you my bitch from now on. I can’t stand the idea of someone else fucking this tight hole.” He smacks you again, and you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

You look like you’re enjoying every second this goes on, and Toji notices it. He moves his hand towards your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit. He fucks harder into you, causing your eyes to roll back. “You like being a good bitch for me, huh? I already knew you liked being praised, so I considered going soft on you. But you’re actually a dirty girl who likes being degraded and used, as long as I finish it off with a bit of praise, aren’t you? You’ve probably dreamt of someone having their way with you, roughing you up, and insulting you.” He spit on you again, and you clamped down around him tighter the moment he did so. He rubs your clit more, noticing you’re approaching the edge as well.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum soon. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Be a good toy and cum with me, sweetheart.” He fucked into you harder, increasing speed and changing the angle to hit your sweet spot more. “I’m gonna knock you up, baby.” The moment his words rolled off his tongue you felt yourself cumming harder than you thought possible. You had a death grip around his cock as you clenched down, trembling and shaking under his weight. The added friction and pressure sent Toji over the edge as well, as he painted your insides white with his thick cum.

You were both panting, trying to catch your breaths. Toji lifted a hand to your cheek and caressed it before kissing your forehead. “That was amazing, doll.” He pulled out from inside of you, adjusting your panties so none of his seed could drip out. He wanted to make sure you stayed full until you got home.

Toji zips his pants and buckles them back up, before reaching inside your car to get your leggings. He hands then to you, watching you get dressed in front of him.

“So, as per our deal, you are let off with a warning. Please understand the consequences of your dangerous actions. There won’t always be someone nice like me to let you off and get you off,” He finished as he smirks. You blush after hearing his words.

“Thank you, officer. I really appreciate it.” You respond back to him, meeting his gaze once more.

“I’m going to follow you home, to make sure you get back safely.” He grins. You smile back at him and thank him, before getting into your car. You won’t speed away this time.

‹𝟹 end notes: i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! originally posted on my ao3! i post there more consistently!

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mysticficti0n · 1 year

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can't help but miss you

Tom Kaulitz x Y/n Y/l/n

anonymous- I have a request, obvi you don’t have to do! Maybe like a 2023 smut with Tom Kaulitz( him and Heidi are dating not engaged) Reader and Tom had a thing/dating when he was younger/ aka when he had the dreads and they reunite at a party and the reader is like so pretty like model type and she’s like maybe a little younger than Tom and when they meet each others eyes Tom can’t seem to stop looking at her and like Heidi asks him what’s wrong but he just shrugs it off and later on when Heidi went to go get a drink or something the reader walks up to him and they end up going to the restroom and the smut happens… and then Heidi runs into him after but reader alr left and shit. ALSO I LOVE YOUR STORIES OFC YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER THIS REQUEST

No I absolutely love this- the worst thing fucking happened I deleted the wrong concept (baso I had two of these like a story set out and a write up and I deleted the write up x_x) but I re-wrote it and hopefully its better than the OG one ❤️

(smut/fluff)

people under 16+ please don't interact, if you do it's not my problem you've been warned!

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warnings- cheating, toxic relationship, fingering, sex, ownership, hair pulling, swearing, rough/smut into fluff, drugs are mentioned

words- 4k

(oh this is your outfit btw just without the gloves- black n white dress)

The music was blaring as I walked into my old friend Gustav's 35th birthday party, I wasn't expecting a blow out like this but I mean when I herd Bill was in charge it didn't fully surprise me, I looked around and everyone was dressed in black and white as we were told on the invitations. I turned to Beth my sister who'd been invited too and she was already laughing and smiling with some women, I carried on through the venue telling her I'd catch up with her later on

I saw some people I recognised but I'm nearly 15 years older now, freshly 31 years old, I turned around a corner and saw the smiling faces of three of my old best friends "Holy shit! Y/n oh my god!" Bill ran over pulling me into a hug- his hugs I've missed for years "you look amazing!" he let go and I gave him a spin

"you two! look at this outfit- Bill you never dress badly I swear to god" he giggled grabbing my hand and pulling me to the group

"look who it is" Georg smiled pulling me into a hug and I held him back "its been so long!"

"I know, ten years... shit thirteen I think since we last saw each other" I shook my head in disbelief at how the time has flown by, when we all last knew each other Tokio Hotel was going on their biggest tour and I was just getting big in the modelling world- now I'm one of the top models and they still do crazy big tours around the world "Gustav! happy birthday!" I called seeing him come to me and hugging me like the other two

"hey- I didn't even know you were coming! thank you by the way" he smiled- he looked different- they all did but none bad "how's life?"

"pretty good, Beth moved in with me not long ago, mom and dad are doing well and jobs just keeping me busy, how about you I herd you had a baby! what the fuck" a smile creeped onto his face as he pulled out his phone showing me all the pictures of the small girl and how she's already so grown up "god she's beautiful"

"just like her mom" he chirped pulling a women forward "Linda this is Y/n, childhood friend" a brown haired women stepped forward giving me a smile- she was beautiful. Our conversation continued till I felt a tap at my shoulder and I I saw him for the first time since we'd split back in 2010, his hair wasn't in long black braids, clothes not baggy and lip piercing still there no- his hair was brown and blonde waved and around his head, in black slacks and matching button, lip pricing gone "holy shit! hey!" Tom's arms closed around me giving me a huge hug, tighter than the rest

"Hi, fuck it's been so long!" he hummed into my hair pulling away but his hands still holding my arms "you look amazing!" I smiled hearing his voice again

"you too! the hair is new" he nodded playing with the ends like a kid "my god I can't believe I haven't seen you guys since I was like 19, its crazy" everyone said a string of 'yeah' and 'fuck its been long' but were interrupted by a voice that called Tom away, I looked to see a tall blonde women who I immediately recognised, Heidi Klum

"oh Y/n this is my girlfriend- Heidi this is-" the women stepped forward and grinned

"Y/n Y/l/n right? I saw you in vogue, you looked gorge in that red lace" I nodded feeling flattered a model like her had seen me but then it clicked GIRLFRIEND?- I would never have expected it

"lovely to meet you- I've seen some of your shoots and you're beautiful, especially " she blushed grabbing my hand. we kept talking till my sister came over and pulled me to go get drinks and I waved to the group

TOM'S POV-

My jaw could've fallen off when I saw her, she was even more pretty then before and I didn't even know that was possible, her hair looked perfect around her face, longer than before, make up made her look sexier than I could even imagine, her eyes were lighter than the smokey eyes she'd do daily, and the dress- god how it went around her thighs and fit her curves perfectly

I couldn't help but feel my heart skip when I looked over at her, I had to stop, I have Heidi but... but I couldn't.

the night went on but I couldn't stop thinking about Y/n- every memory of her, remembering those feelings that were flooding back from 13 years ago- the time I made the worst mistake

-flashback-

"are you fucking serious? what are you talking about?" Y/n spoke staring at her boyfriend who was leaning on the kitchen counter staring at the girl, eyes had dark circles around them, lips looked dry

"we should break up-" Toms voice was strong but he was falling apart inside, hearing those words come from his mouth felt like stabs to his heart

"Tom what the fuck!" the girls voice got louder and she slammed her bags into the floor, Y/n had just got off work and was more then excited to get home- it was Friday meaning date night but came home to see loads beer bottles thrown in the bin on the drive and cigaret boxes hiding between them "what happened within the 6 hours I was gone. you.. you were saying how much you loved me this morning and kissing me and now- now you want to break up?" her voice cracked even mentioning breaking up, she loved him more than life its self and had for the last 3 years they'd been dating, he helped her buy her first house, spent Christmas and birthdays together- why did he want to end it? is all she could think of

"well I was wrong and- I didn't mean any of that shit, I don't fucking love you... I haven't for years" his voice slurred. Y/n thought she'd faint, years?

"you're drunk- ah don't even deny it I saw the bottles Tom" he rolled his eyes walking to the door where she was stood and went to open it "what are you doing?" her voice quivered "Tom what are you doing... Tom please what are you doing!" she started to yell as he just stood over her looking to the door "TOM PLEASE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she broke down grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to look down "TOM! TOM LOOK AT ME! FUCK SAKE JUST LOOK AT ME TOM!" she screamed and the boy looked down seeing her, mascara running down her face, eyes full of tears and screams leaving her mouth but his mind was a blur with the mix of alcohol, tobacco, weed and the pure sadness he felt, he felt he was slipping from reality

"Y/n let go-" he spoke calmly "you need to let go of me" his voice began to shake as he tried to pry the girl off him

"NO! NO WHAT HAPPENED! WHAT DID I DO TOM PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME, DON'T JUST LEAVE!" Y/n poked her finger into his chest and again he just walked back into the kitchen and to the fridge pulling another beer out "stop drinking- just tell me!" she stormed to the kitchen and snatched the bottle from his hand

"you did nothing Y/n-" the girl argued back but he soon cut her off "Y/N I FUCKING CHEATED OKAY- I CHEATED ON YOU" he caught himself of guard screaming at her pointing his finger in her face and slamming his first onto the table, she cowered down but soon her eyes narrowed

"YOU FUCKING CHEATED!" with the bottle in hand the girl threw it toward the boy missing his face by inches she watched it smash onto the wall and explode "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CHEAT ON ME? WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? DID I NOT GIVE YOU ENOUGH?"

"YOU WERE ENOUGH GOD DAMN IT YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME Y/N- I FUCKING LOVE YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT OKAY!" the boy shouted back but Y/n wasn't having it she started finding anything she could and throwing it at him, oranges, keys, glasses, soap bottles you name it, she threw it

"YOU PEICE OF SHIT DON'T TELL ME YOU LOVE ME! YOU WOULDN'T CHEAT IF YOU LOVED ME AND YOU JUST FUCKING SAID YOU HAVEN'T LOVED ME IN YEARS" her heart began to shatter at the sight of him to the point she had to hold on to the counter- the same counter they'd make dinner together on and celebrate birthdays drink together, he'd sometimes lift her onto it and they kiss for hours on end, Tom walked over to the girl grabbing her hand she wanted to let go but she couldn't not with the way her head was, the world was spinning and she felt she'd fall any second

"I'm sorry- Y/n I'm sorry I don't know why I did it please I- I can't even look at myself without feeling like I've destroyed the one thing I love so much- I still love you Y/n, I never for a second of any year stopped, I don't know why I said what I said, I never stopped loving you but I can't be with you- not after what I've done" tears fell from the couples eyes as they stood there

"you have fucked me over Tom- I fucking loved you, I'd do anything for you and I get this? you said you'd marry me, we'd have a family, grow old, watch life become better together ; why did you ruin this?" her hands pounded on his chest with every word "you have ruined me- everything was going so well and I want you to know what ever happens next- is your fault" her words stung like hell, he could only stare and regret everything he ever did with that women.. why did he let his old ways get in the way "fuck you Tom- get the fuck out of my house- I never wanna see you ever fucking again, come get your shit tomorrow when I'm not here and I don't want to hear from you again" and with that the two never spoke again, never saw each other again and the feelings just faded with the years

-end of flashback-

now I'm standing here watching her dance around to her old favourite songs and sing like she always did around the house- god I missed her so much. I still felt a pain when I saw her, when we broke up I saw her in magazines, tv, posters, everywhere and would need to smoke straight after and drink something strong to try pull my mind from her- Y/n Y/ln

"hun whats wrong are you okay?" Heidi tapped me, pulling me from my thoughts

"huh- oh yeah I'm good just looking for Georg" I lied seeing her nod and she quickly said she was going to the bar with some friends and walked away, my eyes drifted back to Y/n, laughing with people we knew back in the days but soon I realised she wasn't looking at them- she was looking at-at me. she waved of the group and came to me with the same grin I remember being in love with

"hey! are you alright you seem a bit- gone" I rolled my eyes seeing the girl laugh "or was my dancing just that amazing?"

"oh of course" I chuckled seeing her start dancing again "wow you could be a professional" she stopped taking a sip of her drink and placing the empty cup on the side "I can't believe its been thirteen years" I sighed seeing her nod

"yeah- last time I saw you was erm.. when we broke up" a awkward laugh escaped her lips "fun times"

"yeah- I wanna apologise for it- I... the way I did it was stupid I was drinking and smoking because I thought it would make it easier but fuck it only made things so much worse and- and I'm sorry Y/n" the girl looked to me, her doe eyes softening and a smile spreading back along her red lips

"thank you...you know for the next two years after we broke up I sometimes wondered if you'd come home or just come see me you know- In a way I'm glad you didn't but god I missed you" I felt my heart swell- I did Dave past her house arguing with myself just to go knock the door, or call her and say I needed her... but I could never bring myself to do it

"I wanted to but I didn't want a orange pelted at me" I played she giggled again hitting my arm "see you can't stop hitting me!"

"shut up Thomas" hearing my nickname nearly knocked me out "god I haven't said that in a while"

"...I fucking missed you" I caught myself of guard, her y/c/e shot into my gaze and I felt my breath hitch, but I wasn't some dumb teen anymore I wanted to tell her everything"I- I miss everything about us- the dates, your voice, the long nights we'd be up talking, making dinner, singing songs, dance at parties, hold each other, spend holidays together- fuck I miss our..." I halted deciding if it was right to say, Y/n gave me a small nod and with a single breath it came out "I miss our sex- nobody is as good or understands me the way you did and it sounds crazy but fuck its true- I miss you Y/n- I regret everything" her eyes seemed glassy but everything I said was true

"I- I miss it all too, no one is like you- nobody treats me like you did, I- I miss you fucking every day I try to ignore it but 15 years I still think about you, I'm happy we moved on but I want you back... as stupid as that sounds" it was like the world only had us in it- my mind could only focus on her I wanted to kiss her- god kissing Y/N was like a dream come true for me. Every time we locked lips, my heart would flutter and my stomach would get butterflies. I loved the way her soft lips felt against mine and the way she'd close her eyes and melt into me, like nothing else mattered in the world. I could spend hours just kissing her and never get tired of it. It felt like a beautiful escape from the real world, where all that mattered was us and the moment we shared. Even when we had to part ways, the memory of our kisses would linger in my mind and make me smile.

in a fast move I caught her lips in mine, hands wrapping around her waist it was like I was 16 all over again, Y/n wrapped up in my arms and kissing her any chance I got, for a moment she was hesitant but I felt her mold to me, her hand tangled in my hair- I'd never felt her grip there but it felt so right. Thankfully we were in the corner of the room and as the night got later the only lights that were on were the ones on the dance floor so we weren't in view of anyone unless they really looked, my lips moved from her lips to her neck- I nipped just below her jaw, I remembered everything about her body, every dip, curve, spot. A sweet moan filled my ear making me only hungrier for her "fuck- Tom people might see us, be careful" hearing my name fall from her lips took me back. I felt the girl pull back and look down, my eyes followed her

"shit- I..I'm sorry" I saw the tent formed in my slacks brushing against her thigh, my eyes met with hers again a smirk forming on her lips. Without any more words we slid away into one of the many bathrooms in the building through the corridor and down the stairs "god I've fucking missed you baby-" she smiled pulling my face to her, foreheads hitting, she pressed one last kiss to my lips and sat on the bathroom counter, shoving all the soaps and towels to the floor.

It had been 15 years since I last touched her let alone had sex with Y/n. I was nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. I was worried whether I would be able to please her, whether I would be able to pleasure her, whether I would be able to make her feel the same way I had made her feel all those years ago when I could make her the most beautiful mess in the matter of minuets. I was scared of disappointing Y/n, of not being able to give her the same pleasure I had given her before. But despite all these fears, I was eager to be with Y/n once again, to experience the same feeling that we had experienced so long ago. I was ready to explore a new kind of connection with her, to explore the depths of our newly rediscovered lust. I was ready to fuck Y/n and have the pleasure that I had been missing for so long.

my hands wondered up her thighs onto the hem of the dress "can I?" she nodded lifting herself slightly so I could get the dress over her ass, I pulled it up revealing a small lacy black thong "fuck-" I groaned feeling my self wanting to rip it off her, she lifted her arms allowing me to get the dress fully off and I watched as her tits fell free , they were still my favourite eye candy all these years on "god I've missed those" I lunged forward taking her one boob into my mouth, swirling her nipple with my tongue hearing her soft noises escape her lips, her hands tangled themselves into my hair as she pulled me closer

"Tom- please i.. I need more" I pulled away looking to her face flushed red, I let my hands fall to her hips and play with the thong strap "please" she whined grabbing my hands and putting it to her heat, there was a small patch in the fabric- she was already soaking

"god still so needy hm?" she nodded "so wet for me-" my words came out in a almost moan and I watched her trying to roll her hips on my hand, I pulled away and shoved her hands back, I leaned down grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to me, my chin resting on her bare stomach "want me to take these off?" she hummed getting closer to me, I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and grabbed both sides of the cotton ripping them apart

"TOM!" she yelled eyes widening at her panties in two "I-"

"its fine baby, I'll clean you up well so you wont need these, can be our little secret" her face went red again telling me I did a good job as I stuffed the fabric into my pocket "now- let me see that pretty little pussy" her legs parted and she was leaking already- she was beautiful, I let my ring finger slide through her folds hearing small whimpers string from her mouth "good girl, you like me touching you?"

"yes Tom- fuck I've missed this please- please I need more, don't tease pl-please" I laughed at her words pressing a small kiss to her head before letting my finger dip into her heat "SHIT-"

"shush- don't want people hearing you up stairs" she covered her mouth with her free hand and closed her eyes- I could've came at the sight but I knew I had to wait, I brought another finger into her feeling her tighten around me "good girl- you want more don't you?" she nodded opening her eyes that were already tearing up

"I need- I need you.." hearing her voice so quiet was music to my ears, she was so god damn hot "ple-" I sped up my pace adding a third didget and a cry spilled from her "I..I'm gonna- TOM!" I ripped my fingers out and let my mouth do the finishing part- tasting her for the first time in so long I hummed at the flavour "shit shit shit" she came, hands tightening around my shoulders

"you taste even sweeter doll" I grinned coming back up with my chin slick with her "think you can take more?" her mouth opened sucking for air "mh?" my hand cupped her jaw, thumb soothing her lips, I pulled away and brought the fingers that had once been in her, with no hesitation she took them into her mouth, cleaning her of me with a purr

"yes- I can please" with that I hand my hand back and unbuckled my belt, letting my slacks fall to the floor followed by my boxer, Y/n came closer unbuttoning my shirt reviling my chest, I pressed one last hungry kiss to her lips before lining myself up with her heat

"tell me when to stop-" she nodded her head and gently I pushed into her- the feeling taking me back, so warm and she fit so perfectly around me "ugh- fuck you never changed" a dopey smile appeared on her lips

"okay- you can move" she propped her self up on her hands, my hands holding her hips, I pulled out agonisingly slow "Tom please- don't tease me, not after this long" she breathed, eyes staring into mine. I snapped my hips out and back into the warmth quickly "SHIT" she screamed

"good girl- take it Y/n, I know you can doll come on" I spoke between thrusts, I grabbed her legs throwing them over my shoulders going deeper into her, a high moan flooded the bathroom as I pressed against her g-spot

"fuck right there babe- right there" hearing my old pet name sent me into overdrive, I pulled her off the counter and pressed her against the granite, ass slapping again my hips and I slammed myself into her, I watched her face in the mirror- tears of pleasure forming in her y/c/e's, mouth wide open "Oh my god- I forgot how big you- you are" a proud grin plastered my face

"look at yourself baby- watch how good I fuck you" her eyes opened wider as she looked at her self "look at you angel taking me so well ,cock feels so good in you Y/n" I whined pushing myself as deep as I could

I let go of her hip where my hand perfectly fit and twisted her hair into a makeshift pony-tail, pulling her head back, my lips in the shell of her ear "look so pretty like this baby- god I missed you" I pressed kisses to her hair line still watching her in the mirror, tits bouncing at ever push "so perfect for me... this pussy is all mine- nobody will ever fuck you better than me huh?"

"no- shit no, this pussy is yours Tom- all yours" I felt my cock twitch and my legs go weak "fuck... Tommy I'm so close" I let her hair go, pulling out and twisting her around so I could see her face, she grabbed my cock lining it back up and I sunk back in

"cum for me babe- fuck, just like tha-" before I could finish my sentence I felt her tighten around me, squeezing me In all the right places, her eyes squeezed shut and a sob good enough to be a porn star erupted from her throat and soon I felt myself cum into her, pumping her full, our liquids running down my cock and on her thighs

"fuck yes- feels so.. good" her voice was a whisper as she clung onto my shoulders "good-so good" I could tell her mind was blank, as we both came down from our high I stared to her face, eyes closed as she caught her breath- I missed her, not just because of the sex but being able to walk up and wrap my arms around her, talk to her on the phone the whole night on tour, give her gifts and spoil her, be there when she cried

"I love you" I spoke pressing a kiss to her cheek "I love you so much- I miss you Y/n" her eyes opened, head nodding at all my words

"i... I know Tom but- we can't, you- you know that, you have Heidi now- I'm just a memory; but I love you- and I want you to know that" she panted catching her breath, her hand cupped my jaw as she pressed a small kiss to my lips, where her favourite piercing was

"i... I don't want you to be a memory Y/n-" she wrapped her arms around me and I couldn't help but hold her again tears pricking my eyes "I don't want to lose you again"

"it's over Tom- but I'll always be here, I'll always love you but we can't be together" I nodded my head, peppering her face with kisses and finally to her lips; it wasn't hungry this time- passionate, longing and meaningful, painfully as I knew this was the last time

after we cleaned up and hugged one last time we made our ways out, going our separate ways once again- I knew she'd be going home- back to the house where I ruined everything.

I went over to the bar ordering a shot of vodka and taking it quickly, I felt arms tangle around me and rush of hope filled me "y/-"

"darling where have you been?" Heidi kissed my cheek raking her hands through my hair

"just in the bathroom" i spoke seeing her nod her head- only if she knew

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simmerianne93 · 1 year

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[Simmerianne93]Couple_poses_25

Hello!! How are you??!

I hope everything is good for you.

You have no Idea how much I have been struggling with these poses... well... not the poses itself, but the object for them...

I was having problems with the texture that was not showing correctly ingame and I had to work on it an entire week to make it works.... I was sooo reliefe when I found the solution some days ago... And I have to say that I really hate making objects for the game haha But I really needed the object for these poses... and even when it is not perfect, I'm pleased to, at least, say that I could made it.

See... I made these poses to use them in blender, but then I decided to make them for the game. The thing is... In blender I can use any object as a tray for the pose, 'cause there are no restrictions on objects and placing them... but in game I needed the actual accessory... and that is what took me longer....

For the accessory ingame I used a plate of pancakes and the tray with a book from one of the kits that released recently.... (When I saw that tray, I was so happy 'cause I needed a tray and they gave me one, and it was perfect.... well, almost perfect....) I have to thanks JochiTec for helping me changing the book of the original tray to the plate of pancakes, cause I had no idea how to make it work (He is a great creator with some great items so, go check their things on curseforge).... and Siboulette, for helping me with the solution for the texture problem (I think you all know her but if you don't, go check her things right here, she is an amazing creator).

I made two different accessories for the pose. One is the tray with a plate of pancakes and the other is the original tray with a book from the "Book Nook Kit", in case you want to use the pose with the book, wich is weird but it can happend...

I made an object clutter version with all the swatches for the pancake accessory too, in case you want to place the tray in other surfaces out of the pose itself.

In the other hand, when I was making the poses, I decided to add a bed version of one of the poses from my "Couple_poses_23"... I thought it could be very helpful for those who can't or don't use the "tool" mod by twisted mexi and want their pixels to cuddle with that pose in bed, so I hope you enjoy the pose in bed too xp... and that your sims have a delicious breakfast.

Since I could't post these poses last week as I wanted, I'm delayed with the next poses, so there are some that I will be posting the first days of September. But there will be no more delays on those posts 'cause for the other poses that are coming there are no stupid inexistent objects or accessories to make (I'm done with that for some weeks x_x... seriously....).

Anyway... Without anything else to say, I'll leave you with the posepack description:

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What is on it?

9 couple poses (made with a female rig and a male rig) + 3 solo poses with different versions (two made with a female rig and one made with a male rig) + 2 all in one.

What do you need?

Andrew's pose player

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo.

[Simmerianne93]Traywithpancake_poseacc or [Simmerianne93]Traywithbook_poseacc

A double bed.

Redhead iphone 11_R or Moc iphone 11.

Optional: Draughty Doors by quiddity-jones.

Optional: [Simmerianne93]Traywithpancake_object B&B object as clutter.

Instructions on the original post.

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Do not claim my creations as your own.

Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — [Early access until September 19th, 2023]

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If you want to support me: Patreon | Ko-fi

For more poses: Pinterest | Wix

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I really hope you like them and I will say on advance: Thank you so much for use them.

@ts4-poses @emilyccfinds

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pyramid-of-starrs · 1 year

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The icing on top

Pairing: Fuck boy Mingi x Black Fem Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: Smut, Mingi kinda sucks sorry :(, food play, insecurities, cursing, oral sex (Fem recieving), Fem reader but no fem names used, Vaginal sex, Condom sex, messy, some fluff

Summary: Situationships with Mingi can be a rollercoaster, you wanted to surprise him at his studio for his birthday but when you aren't the only girl there it creates an awkward situation. What is Mingi going to do to fix this?

Notes: Happy (belated) birthday Mingi!! (Not heavily proofread sorry X_X)

Minors DNI

Smut starts here:

11:58PM, cupcake in hand, you stood nervously in front of Mingis studio door. You wanted to surprise him for his birthday, but he texted you saying he had to finish a track he was working on. You understood, these are things you deal with when dating an idol. However, you had to see him, birthdays meant a lot to you. Mingi always described his birthday as

"Just another day on earth." It was way more to you then that, it was another day you got to spend celebrating Mingi, someone you really liked.

You and Mingi were not technically official, more so trapped in the "talking phase" because Mingis schedule is so hectic, you rarely get to see the man. When you would text Mingis phone during the day his manager would reply letting you know that he would get back to you soon. His manager, bless him, was sweet enough to only give you that courtesy, he was open and honest with you and let you know that the other girls Mingi "spoke with" doesn't get a reply until Mingi remembers they exist.

You recall his manager once texting you and saying, "I like you, you have a good heart and want what’s best for him I'll remember to knock him in the head when he forgets to reply to you."

Though the gesture was sweet Mingi still forgets to reply and sometimes you would not hear from him for hours, days even weeks, but again you understood. Your life gets busy too, you were in your final term of culinary school and sometimes worked late at a bakery you worked at.

While you’re zoned out you realize the time was now 12:02AM.

"Oh fuck-" You burst through the door.

"Happy birthday Mingi!"

Mingi looked over at you and so did another set of eyes, which is when you saw exactly what was going on.

Mingi texted you 4 hours ago cancelling on you saying he was going to be at the studio late but what he did not mention was that someone else would be there, and not just anyone. It was who you like to call "one of his other hoes". You're standing there silently with a big dumb smile on your face, a cupcake with a lit candle and another girl sitting on your man that’s not your man’s lap, what a fun sight indeed.

"Oh, sorry I-I didn't know you had someone here." you start stuttering and moving franticly, hurrying to blow out the candle.

"Y/N I didn't know you were coming I woulda-"

"No, no, no, no it's like totally fine, why would you know haha that’s what surprises are for right?" you said still smiling like the idiot you are.

The girl in Mingis lap- actually scratch that- the beautiful girl in his lap just looked you up and down.

"Who is this baby?" She looked over at Mingi and said.

Baby? Now you're getting irritated, you haven’t even started calling Mingi baby so why does this girl get to…

You don’t know rather to start swinging on everyone in that studio, drop to your knees and cry or just walk out in defeat. Time is moving so slow now and you wish you would have just stayed home in your short shorts and oversized t-shirt eating ice cream and watching family guy. Instead, you’re here with a full face of makeup, your curly hair all shiny because he loves how curly hair looks on you, a short black dress with your favorite oversized cardigan and high-top rick owns sneakers you saved up to buy to impress him. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and decided to be the bigger person here and just leave.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N, Mingis…Friend” You smile and reach your hand out to shake her hand.

“Oh! Hi, I’m one of the girls also fucking the guy you talk too.” She smiled while shaking your hand. That’s not really what she said, but that’s what your brain made you hear.

“Nice to meet you! Well, Mingi I was just dropping this off I’m-“ Your sentence was abruptly interrupted by another person walking into the door, Hongjoong, Mingis group member and leader.

“Yo, I don’t know how true it is, but I think Y/N is here.” He was distracted by his phone and not paying attention to see you standing right there, he had a pretty girl with him as well, she is also not paying attention and actually looks very irritated by this entire thing.

“It’s very true, I am here.” You turned to him and said with a sarcastic smile on your face. Hongjoong looking shocked like he just saw the grim reaper, he knew women and he could tell that was the face of a woman ready to cut someone’s head off and he was right. You couldn’t bring yourself to go off though. You wanted to leave with what little dignity you had left in you, so you put the cupcake down waved everyone goodbye and walked out silently.

When you reached your apartment Mingi didn’t even try to call or text you, your phone was dry minus the unread messages from other guys you’ve ghosted for Mingi. Deciding to not even think about it you went to get the makeup off your face and changed clothes. Once changed you decided to go back to your tradition of eating ice cream and watching tv on your comfortable couch. Due to your culinary background, you don’t have just plain ol’ vanilla or chocolate ice cream, you walked over to your fridge to grab the lavender and honey flavored ice cream you bought recently. Mingi often jokes about you always having “Some gourmet shit” in your house but one thing he always noticed was that you loved honey. You always had really high-quality honey around your apartment, or something honey flavored. Mingi even went as far as having your name in his phone as honey because of this that was just an assumption you made, you technically never knew why he saved it as honey.

Sitting on your couch watching tv, you pick up your phone to check the time.

“2:17AM” stared back at you, still no text or call from the birthday boy and you were over it, fuck him! You know technically you had no right to feel upset or jealous, you were there unannounced, you invited yourself there and most importantly, he is NOT your boyfriend. But you can’t help it, you can’t help but have the pit in your stomach, the rage in your chest and the insecurities in your mind. Luckily you are a sane person and you’re not made at the girl, no, she didn’t do anything, if anything she is a victim of male bullshit just like you. At the same time, you are jealous she was so beautiful and seemed so nice and you aren’t a slouch either, but she was Instagram baddie level. NO. NO. NO. Don’t be that girl, don’t compare yourself to the other woman just to make yourself feel worse. You don’t deserve that; you don’t deserve to deal with someone that makes you feel like this either.

2:39AM, you yawned, finally feeling sleepy, thank God you called off tomorrow because you planned an entire day to celebrate that asshole.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door, your stomach dropped, either that is a very nice serial killer or that’s-

You get up to look in the peephole, yup.

Mingi, he’s standing there looking tall and gorgeous as always. Fuck why do fuck boys always have to be fine as hell? You rolled your eyes and opened the door, not saying a word just gave him a “Can I help you?” kind of puzzling look.

“What’s up? You stopped by the studio and just left before I could talk to you.” He said and you arched your eyebrows, was he fucking serious?

“Yeah, Mingi you seemed pretty busy, so I left.” You walked away to sit on your couch, leaving the door open and him standing there, so he invited himself in and closed the door behind him.

“Is this about the girl that was there? Because I can explain that, HJ invited his girl to the studio and she brought her friend, her friend was a girl that I use to talk to and she just got comfortable, nothin’ serious.”

“In a studio room with a big ass comfortable couch and multiple chairs she decided to get comfortable in your lap? And that’s “nothin’ serious” to you? Please be fuckin’ forreal Mingi, I’m not stupid.” You rolled your eyes, shook your head, and went back to your ice cream and tv.”

He walked over to sit next to you, plopping down so close you were sitting thigh to thigh.

“Look, I’m going to be real with you, me and her use to fuck around but she’s boring so I ghosted her, I was focused on work and she came with her friend hugging and kissing me and telling me she missed me, I told her to chill but she still wanted to be by me and she invited herself to my lap. After you came, I felt weird, so she her and her friend left, I finished work and instead of going back to the apartment, I came here.”

When he finished explaining you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, but it did make you feel kind of warm that he bothered even giving you an explanation, even though that’s the bare minimum. After you didn’t respond he kept talking.

“Look I’m sorry if that situation made you uncomfortable but at the same time, Y/N…we aren’t together…I know that’s not what you want to hear but that’s just what it is.”

Yeah, never mind on that warm feeling, all the groundwork he just put in is out the window.

“You don’t fucking think I know we aren’t together Mingi? You don’t think I know that I’m not allowed to be upset if you fuck with another girl?” you slammed your ice cream down on the coffee table and gave him a stern look.

“Alright calm down.” He reached him hand out to try to touch you, but you pushed it away.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm the fuck down! I know we are both single and I know you can do what the hell you want but don’t sit here and not be real with me. You hadn’t texted me in hours and next thing I know you’re in the studio with some other bitch in your lap while I’m standing there looking like the dumbass of the year.” You were so upset that you got up and grabbed your ice cream and walked to the kitchen, not caring that your short shorts had rode up and started to show the bottom of your ass. Mingi was no longer listening he couldn’t help but to zone in on the sight. He needed to fix this, and he needed to fix it now because he needs you, bad.

There are somethings that were true about Mingis story, the girl that came was Hongjoongs girlfriends’ friend, but Hongjoong told Mingi his girlfriend was coming over and Mingi asked about the girl.

“Aren’t you and Y/N getting pretty serious though? You sure that’s a good idea?” Hongjoong asked with “Bro don’t risk it” written all over his face.

“Yea but, I forgot to text her back and it’s too late to ask her to come through so fuck it.”

“Okay, I can’t save you if something happens.”

When the girls arrived Hongjoong and Mingi went to their separate studios, Mingi absolutely participated in a little bit of making out and heavy petting but when you came with the exact cupcake he said he wanted for his birthday from the Italian bakery that always sells out he felt, dare he say it, bad. Mingi was a handsome guy over 6’0 feet so he naturally can get who he wants, and he was used to running through women within a 1–5-month course and telling them “I’m an idol I don’t have time to date.” When things got too serious. He told you the same thing, but it was something about you, he actually enjoyed having you around. He liked your quirks and style; you had a really pretty smile and a very genuine heart. He hasn’t dealt with a girl that actually can hold a conversation he enjoys in a while, until you two started talking. You were absolutely worth getting to know, but shit started to get serious with you and when he tried to pull back and give you the same excuse, he was shocked when you agreed and said, “yeah I’m focusing on school and work too right now.”

Now, yes Mingi did start to feel bad about you leaving, but yes, he also came into the girls throat before they left, and he went to go fix things with you.

Mingi got up to follow you into the kitchen. “Calm down Y/N and hear me out.” You put your ice cream away and stood in front of him, he towered over you, it was like a gazelle fighting back against a lion and his bullshit.

“I’m not hearing shit out Mingi, don’t come over here looking for me after you just had pussy fall into your lap, LITERALLY!” you tried to leave the kitchen, but Mingi pulled you back.

“I’ve been real chill while you stood here screaming and yelling and cursing at me but you’re not about to keep walking away while I’m talking to you.”

“And if I do?” you looked back at him and said.

He pulled you back and pushed you against the fridge.

“Stop fucking playing with me Y/N, I’m not like the lame ass guys you like to waste time with when I’m not responding.”

God dammit, now your mad AND your pussy was wet, whatever happens from here is completely out of your control.

“I said I was sorry so...”

“So?”

“So, give me a kiss and let me make it up to you.”

You stayed silent for a minute but of course you listened, you kissed Mingi with your lavender and honey flavored lips. The kiss was hot and steamy, Mingi immediately stuck his tongue in your mouth like he wanted to taste the ice cream you just ate. On your way from pulling back to get air Mingi bites your bottom lip sensually.

“Damn, you taste so sweet, you know why I always call you honey?” He said looking at you with low and lustful eyes.

The heat in your core rising, feeling the thump on your clit was intense.

“No, why?”

He started to kiss down your neck, the kisses having some suction to them.

“Because you always taste so sweet, your entire body is like I’m drinking a bottle of honey.” Continuing to kiss and suck your neck you felt his hand go up your thigh and grip your ass.

Whimpers spilling from your mouth, and you grip his t-shirt to keep yourself grounded.

“Actually, you taste sweet too.”

Mingi pulls back, removing his soft and supple lips from your neck.

“Oh, yea I tasted the icing on the cupcake you got me, how did you get it? That bakery is always closed, and I can never make it on time?”

“Oh, well I actually made that, my friend that I’m in school with use to work there and he gave me the recipe for the vanilla bean cupcakes that you like, so I remade it and added my own special touch to the icing.” You smiled being proud of your culinary skills.

“Wow, you really are something else Y/N.”

You can’t help but to smile “Well thank you, I’m glad you liked it.”

“Do you have more of the cupcakes?”

Oh, uh- no actually only one of them came out tasting the same but I have a piping bag of icing left.” You go into your refrigerator and take out a piping bag of the home-made icing. It was a simple vanilla buttercream that you added some honey and mango extract to brighten up the flavors.

“Want some?” You offered him, he nodded, and you squeezed some on too his finger. He sucked the icing off, and you watched the whole thing happen you stayed silent while watching because you were so turn on in that moment. You bit your lips as he pulled his finger from his mouth, he smiled at you.

“Have you tried it yet?”

“Um- I tried some as I was making it. Not the finished product.”

“A chef should eat their own cooking, here.” Took what was left on is two fingers and coached them into your mouth, your lips gladly inviting his digits in. You closed your eyes and sucked and licked all the icing off, your hot mouth melting the cold icing onto your tongue. The flavors covering your mouth with a mix of Mingis and your spit make your heat even hotter. Mingi moved his fingers back and forth into your mouth, you could feel his intense gaze as he watched you while biting his lip.

Mingi removed his fingers from your mouth, you were sucking so hard there was a significant pop upon exiting.

"See it's good, isn't it? You did such a good job Y/N" a cocky grin on his face like he was the one that made it.

"Th-thank you." You took the praise to heart and to cunt, you regret not wearing panties because your shorts are sticking to you due to the mess being made in them.

He takes the icing from you.

"I wonder what else this icing would be good on." Your heart drops a bit anticipating his next move. Mingi lifts your shirt, and you finish the job by fully removing it, you opted out of wearing a bra because you were in the comfort of your own home, and you'll be damned if you felt constricted.

"Mmm what will it taste like if I-" he took the bag and 1 line going down your boob, starting from the top all the way down to your nipple. "ate it right off your gorgeous tits?" Mingi grabbed both your shoulders before diving it and lapping up the icing. Your breathing spiked, this was the sexiest shit ever, a man appreciating your food AND eating it off of you, this has got to be all chefs dream right?

Pretty moans were all you could do as he licked the icing off of your chest making quite the mess actually, but how could you bring yourself to give a fuck about ants when a fine ass man is sucking icing off your titties. The answer is...you can't, you can't give a fuck, you can't even think straight, you feel your mind blanking as he wraps his juicy lips around your nipple and flick them with his tongue.

"Mingi please" You were standing there rubbing your thighs together trying to generate even the slightest bit of friction between your legs.

"Please what?" He started to lick your nipples slowly awaiting your response.

"Please- I need you there too."

"Where baby."

"I need you to lick my pussy too...please."

"It's my birthday so I guess I do want more sweets."

He placed the piping bag on the counter and backed you into the wall then got down on his knees. He took your shorts off then lifted one of your legs over his shoulders.

"Wait Mingi lets go to my room or the couch."

He ignored your request.

"You're this wet for me already baby?" He leaned in to kiss your needy sex repeatedly getting closer and closer to your eager clit. Once his puffy lips sucked the nub your head dropped back and hit the wall.

"Fuck." was your only response, Mingi gripped the underneath of your thigh to get a nice firm hold on you. His tongue starting to explore your pussy to get a nice taste of you, mixing the taste of the icing and your sweet juices together to create a heavenly mixture.

"I love tasting this pussy so much, you’re the only one baby, the only pussy I love to eat." He said between licks, you again can't tell if he is telling the truth but even a lie could sound sweet in a moment like this. Drunk and dazed from your cunt Mingi takes his unoccupied hand and moves his digits into your wet hole. Mingi never stopped lapping up your juices as he pushed his fingers in and out of you. You felt the need to buck your hips and grind onto his face, your hands taking refuge in his hair gripping the short light pink locks.

"Mingi I'm gonna cum oh my god."

"That’s right pretty girl cum all over my face." You continued to gyrate your hips on too him, he sped up the pace as he slammed his fingers in you, his mouth now sucking your sensitive nub like it was a sucker. You gripped his hair so tight his scalped lifted as you came all over his mouth and fingers while incoherently yelling his name.

Mingi stood up and put his finger by your mouth and it was almost instinctual for you to lick your cum off of them. When you were done you realized you were fully naked and sticky from having spit and icing all over you. You got a little shy and used your arms to cover yourself.

"Aww don't get shy pretty girl, we just started." he pulled you into his still clothed chest and gave you a kiss, he then swiftly bent you over your kitchen counter.

"Mingi~ Why here why not the bed or something." You felt shy, being fully naked bent over in front of him so he could see you on full display made you want to scream.

"I need to fuck you right now baby." he reached into his pocket to pull out a condom, not even his wallet, the condom was in his pocket because Mingi knew he could lie and sweet talk his way into some pussy. I mean, was he wrong here you are giving him some.

He pulled his pants down taking his underwear with them then rolled the condom down his long and thick dick. Mingi didn't just have hoes because of his cool demeanor, no, it was that dick. Mingi had the kinda dick that you were willing to fight 100 women for, the kind of dick that makes you wanna bring HIM flowers, the kinda dick that has you bent over ass naked in your kitchen at 3am with 0 complaints.

He pumped his member a few times to prepare himself, guiding his tip to your tight entrance, you had just came so you winced abit when you felt to pressure of him trying to enter you. He slowly began to push his dick into you and your mouth was left agape. This wasn't your first time fucking him but with a dick like that every time feels like the very first time. It was a tight fit and your pussy was clenching and pulsing on his rod. You felt the knot in your stomach return. Mingi gripped both sides of your hips, he leaned down with his lips inches away from your ear, he whimpered at your pussy gripping his dick. The whimpers and him finally bottoming out inside of you had you seeing stars as you came on his latex covered member.

"Ah Fuck, damn did you just cum again? Don't go having all the fun without me, it is my birthday."

He started moving his hips to pump his dick in and out of your sensitive pussy.

"Oh fuck~"

The over stimulation provided a very intense kind of pleasure, a pain that felt fucking amazing, you can't help but to want more and more of him.

Mingi remembered the icing bag that he sat down on the counter and grabbed it. Before you could ask what he was doing he squeezed some of the sweet cream on the top of your spine.

Leaning in, he started to lick the icing up driving his tongue up your spine, you wanted to actually scream, and you did, you yelled Mingis name like it wasn’t late as hell at night. Fuck your neighbors, right? The only thing you cared about is the big ass Man fucking you until the only words you could say was his name. He continued to lap up the sweet icing while his dick pounded into your abused sex. Your eyes rolled so far into the back of your head if it was possible, you could probably see your brain.

Once Mingi finished licking up what was left of the icing he grabbed a handful of your curly hair and brought your ear to his mouth.

“I’m fucking you so good aren’t I baby?”

“Yesss oh my fucking GOD yes.”

“Mm are you going to cum on my dick for me baby? Make my dick all creamy.”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

He started to pound directly into your spot, the tip of his dick hitting you deeply, you started to see stars your legs became weak.

“Cum right now baby.”

And that you did, you came with nothing but praises of how much you love his dick fell out of your mouth. Mingi groaned as he reached his climax as well pushing his dick all the way into you and holding it there as he shot hot white ropes into the condom. If the day ever comes that you trust Mingi enough to fuck him raw you might go crazy and fight everyone in your path.

You both were exhausted, it was almost 4am, Mingi backed up and removed his length from your swollen cunt. He pulled up his pants removed his shirt because it was now covered in the remaining icing that was on your back. You were stuck after your mind-blowing orgasm and getting fucked into next week. He turned you around, picked you up and sat you on the kitchen counter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your head on his shoulders. You were sticky, sweaty, covered in spit and tired as hell. Mingi put his arms around your naked body.

“I really am sorry if I put you in an awkward situation Y/N, you do mean a lot to me.”

“Thank you for saying that.”

“Well, I guess I should go huh?” He pulled back from you and looked you in the eyes, he said he had to go but his eyes said, “Let me stay”. Not because he was too tired to go back home but because he wanted to spend what little was left of that night/morning hold you in his arms. You made Mingi weak, you made not only his dick throb but his heart. You care for him, check on him, make him feel wanted, make him feel secure and make him feel special and he felt bad that he didn’t do the same for you.

“You know damn well you are not leaving after you just fucked me like that. Come on so we can get in a hot bath and go to sleep.”

You ran not hot bath with a cute bath bomb and some honey and oats bubble bath. You got in first and Mingi sat behind you holding on to your wet bad. You both too tired to even wash up you sat and enjoyed the warm water and the aromatic smells; you laid your head on his wet chest and he kissed your forehead.

“You know we go together real bad now, right?” you said with your eyes closed, Mingis heart dropped to his stomach at the thought of actually being in a committed relationship but then he thought about it, it was you and honestly you were worth it.

“Best birthday gift ever” he said in agreeance.

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Mask

As an experiment, I tried to translate my own fanfiction. I don't know how badly I did it, but if it turned out to be readable, I could post fanfiction here too x) Of course it's scary to go for this... I just decided to try x_x

Rating: G Category: Gen Characters: The Diamond Cutters team (Whisper, Slinger, Claire, Mimic)

Summary:

As soon as she joined the new team, Whisper immediately faced difficulties: her mask did not want to work in any way. What should she do? Help came from where Whisper had never expected… *The events are entirely based on the comic book "Tangle & Whisper" and are a direct backstory.

Once again, Whisper was startled by the unexpected and loud beep that the white mask spewed out. The single electronic eye on the front side suddenly blinked and went out again. What is it?

She was clearly doing something wrong... but what exactly?

The wolf continued to nervously twist the high-tech mask in her hands, as if it were some kind of mysterious and alien find. But in words, everything sounded so simple! Such and such a button does this, another button does the opposite… Press this, then this… And it will work like clockwork! But for some reason, the simple algorithm did not work for the gloomy Whisper in any way: the mask simply refused to work, as if unwilling to obey unfamiliar hands.

"You'll figure it out in no time!" optimistically put an end to Smithy's explanations, thrusting his creation into Whisper's hands. The wolf, on the other hand, just watched with a dumbfounded look as Smithy hurriedly collected piles of scribbled papers and crumpled drawings... The inventor was clearly not up to it at all. He was too busy. The blue eyes blinked in confusion, looking first at the mask itself, then at its creator, who was hurrying away.

Maybe then Whisper didn't have time to understand anything, but... since Smithy said that everything was very simple... then perhaps she shouldn't burden the leader of the Diamond Cutters with stupid questions, right? She'll figure it out on her own. Somehow.

...Of course, Whisper soon regretted her decision: left alone with the outlandish mask, the wolf managed to get only annoying beeping from it. The mask seemed to turn into a small bird, angrily pouring out a trill of insults. It was getting annoying.

The wolf tried to start over. She slowly repeated the sequence of actions that busy Smithy had babbled to her.… Slowly, button by button... like that? Mentally praying, Whisper put the mask to her face: nothing had changed. Still, the wolf saw dead blackness instead of a cozy room around. However, now it was possible to notice a number of incomprehensible numbers, fluently replacing each other.… Well, that's something. Maybe it was lines of code? Should Whisper ever have seen these numbers?

Whatever it was, but in this ridiculous battle, the wolf was defeated again. She gave up trying to guess the coveted combination to the tricky puzzle. Whisper was sure that she was holding in her hands just a titanic work that took an indecent amount of time from the brilliant inventor. And what about her? She wasn't even able to just turn on the mask. Not like using it. The gentle wolf drooped even more. Will Smithy be very upset? What if he kicks a would-be volunteer recruit out of his team? Chaos, this is only the very first task, and everything was already wrong!

...But after all, cutters not taken her for ”deep knowledge of technology”, right? So would something terrible happen if she went out on the battlefield without her mask for the first time?

But it was such an important event. The very first assignment in a new role, in a new team… Whisper wanted everything to be perfect. She didn't want to stand out in any way. All of the Cutters proudly wore Smithy's creations. Everyone skillfully used the inventions of the talented lion against the Eggman… How could Whisper not follow their example? No, she has to deal with her mask. By all means. Whisper saw this as a manifestation of her respect: not only for the leader, but also for the entire new team. In response to all that the Cutters had done for her... it was the least she could do.

In her reverie, the wolf turned over the mask and peered into the dead eye, in which the blue ring should have been glowing. But it didn't glow. The lens resembled a smooth gemstone of the blackest shade of all existing ones. It seems that Whisper had not noticed before how this mask was actually... frightening. Why were these dots-holes on the right half needed? Is it such a symbol? Or did these strange holes have some important function? Or maybe-

No, no, it wasn't up to that at all now. She urgently needed to figure out how to use the mask before the operation began! But how? Keep playing with luck, hoping not to hit the self-destruct button in the end? Maybe Smithy will still have time to come back and explain to Whisper again-

Of course! After all, she can turn to other cutters, not necessarily to the main inventor! And how did this thought not immediately occur to her?

Inspired, the wolf jumped up from her chair and hurried out of the rest room.

At the same time, Whisper continued to look at the cramped quarters of the headquarters, in which she will spend the next few years… Unless, of course, she accidentally messed up. The anticipation of a new life felt like a pleasant chocolate sweetness. Whisper no longer hoped that the established way of life would change so rapidly for the better. And everything was just beginning... The wolf couldn't believe what was happening. Wasn't all this just a fleeting dream that would irrevocably melt in the morning rays? Maybe she's about to open her eyes and find herself back in the dusty cubicle of the Resistance?

Whisper clutched the mask to her chest like the most precious treasure. The wolf was walking down the corridor, and her new dark cape was fluttering behind her back. She was not used to this either…

Whisper broke away from her thoughts, concentrating on remembering the way to the armory. Some time ago, almost all the Diamond Cutters took the recruit around their lands together, having a nice tour. The main thing is not to confuse the door. After the unsuccessful experience with the mask, Whisper doubted her own memory ... but fortunately she made the rest of the way to the armory already following a familiar voice that echoed through the walls of the headquarters.

At first, only the sharp wolf ears appeared in the opening, and then the whole Whisper. She was in no hurry to take a step outside the door. At first she only watched what was happening from the side, like a child who stared at a toy showcase on the way.

At the end of the long room, hung from floor to ceiling with wispons and other dangerous weapons, stood a broad-shouldered ocelot. He was concentrating on his laser guns. Cutter kept getting distracted by two mischievous ephemeral spirits-wisps hovered above, weaving among the hanging fluorescent lamps. For them, it was like an aerial obstacle course prepared especially for them. Wisps were clearly having fun, judging by their happy faces and gambling coos.

«Cyan! Rocket! Just don't break anything!» Slinger called out to them for decency, concentrating on trying to figure out where the fresh scratch appeared on the body of his wispon. The whole spectrum of ocelot's heavy thoughtfulness was betrayed by his swaying tail.

Wisps muttered something in their own language in response. They listened to the cutter and slowed down slightly, but they didn't stop playing catch-up. It was as if wisps were ordinary little children, and not dangerous entities woven from the pure energy of Chaos. However, they were only dangerous in the wrong hands... they were the sweetest creatures in themselves.

Whisper stole a glance at the wall hung with weapons. There was also her orange wispon. A sniper rifle. The rifle would have been useless without a wisp named Rocket, whom the wolf met quite recently. Just think, but Whisper was the only owner of such a unique wispon… The Resistance could only dream of such a thing. Proud and happy lights lit up in the blue wolf eyes of their own accord.

Suddenly, wisps began to murmur and were distracted from the game. Both spirits descended to an unexpected guest, who for some reason got stuck in the doorway. Maybe she was waiting for an invitation? Orange spirit and turquoise spirit circled around Whisper affably, clearly greeting her. A shimmering train trailed behind them. Electricity was felt. Immediately Whisper's fur stirred. The wolf waved her hand timidly in response, and both wisps rose to the lamps again, as if wanting to disappear into the white glow.

Slinger immediately noticed the guest and smiled sunnily. It seemed that the ocelot could emit light along with wisps, even though he consisted of ordinary flesh and blood. Although, who knows?

«Oh, Whisper!» Slinger greeted cordially, returning the laser guns to their rightful place on the wall. Very soon, he will take them up again to destroy another pack of Eggman’s bots.

All the first days of her new life, Slinger was a safe island for Whisper: no expectations, no masks and no worries… The cheerful ocelot was generally the primary reason why Whisper was able to join Diamond Cutters. Of course, the wolf first turned to him. Perhaps it was even worth doing it right away and not wasting time arguing with an inanimate mask ... However, she did not want to use the help of an infinitely kind and generous ocelot too often.

Slinger continued to speak, noting the restless shadow in Whisper's eyes. He was quite a tall mobian, so he had to lean a little towards the wolf:

«How are you? Are you worried?»

«...A little bit.» Whisper did not lie, palely responding to Slinger's sunny gaze and smile, «I hope nothing happens.»

«Don't worry, we'll be right there! Let at least one @##!&% just try to approach you… And It will regret it.» although the ocelot said this with a smile, but in his eyes Whisper clearly saw a predatory gleam that overshadowed all doubts: this is exactly how it will be. «Let's blow up a couple hundred blanks and go home! Before you know it, it's all over, haha!» Slinger finished as if nothing had happened.

...Sometimes Whisper completely forgot who Slinger really was, right? The Diamond Cutters team took on the most dangerous missions possible only to extremely experienced freedom fighters. The Cutters wouldn't have taken Slinger in just like that. Only the best of the best were among them. And ocelot was like that. There was much more to his childish, beaming smile. But what about her? Did the team make a mistake with their new recruit? What could they see in her? Will she be able to meet their expectations, their trust?

As if hearing someone else's confused thoughts, the mischievous wisps immediately returned to their owners. Cyan settled comfortably on the shoulders of a tall ocelot, his gaze questioning the essence of the conversation. The orange Rocket landed on the palm of Whisper's hand. Rocket lifted her awkward paws up and squeezed her eyes shut happily. Rocket repeated and repeated something in her own language, but without a mask, no one could understand these cute messages… However, it seems that Whisper guessed it anyway. She may not have had time to get attached to a new companion yet, but warm feelings were already touching her heart.

«Do you see? We're not going to let Whisper get hurt, are we, guys?» Slinger asked cheerfully, and the wisps became even more animated, vying to answer the obvious question.

«Thank you, Slinger,» Whisper smiled warmly. «I appreciate it.»

She had no doubt that she could rely on ocelot. She only doubted her own abilities.

«And thank you too.» the wolf turned to the cheerful wisps.

Rocket and Cyan soared again, taking the enchanting light with them.

«...Actually, I wanted to ask for help,» Whisper said softly, showing the ill-fated mask to Slinger, who carefully pricked up his ears.

«With a mask?» he said.

«Yes.»

«What's the matter?»

«I... I didn't understand how it works. Smithy explained it to me, but he was in such a hurry, and I-»

«Yeah, I understand. Lately, he hasn't even had time to breathe once more...» Slinger took the mask with the extinguished eye from Whisper and turned it over in a puzzled way.

He examined it properly. He studied it with his cat's eyes. The front side, the inside. By his instantly frowning face, the wolf immediately suspected something was wrong.

Chaos, she didn't break the mask, did she? What's the matter?

«I would love to help you, Whisper...» Slinger finally looked up at the worried wolf, « ...But I don't use a mask. I have this instead.» Ocelot took out a monocle from the depths of his gray poncho, very similar to the switched-off lens in the Whisper’s mask. Perhaps it could be called... a mini version?

«Do you remember saying that you used to have a mask too?» she said.

«Yes. But to be honest...» Slinger scratched the top of his head and grinned, «I can't even remember roughly how this thing works.» ocelot returned the mask to the owner with a sincerely regretful look, «I'm sorry.»

«Oh, it’s okay.»

At some point, the wolf was already sure that her problem was about to be solved. Now, Whisper finally remembered that technology and Slinger are practically incompatible things. Gadget even said that for him it was beginning to believe in paranormal phenomena, because it was simply statistically impossible to break electrical appliances with the frequency with which Slinger did it.… Why Gadget has not tried to smooth out the relationship between ocelot and technology after all? Then the wolf would not have to take on all these breakdowns, resurrecting the unfortunate toasters and microwaves over and over again… But Slinger never had any problems with wispons: everything that fired seemed to jump into his skillful hands.

Whisper still have to try to figure it out on her own. But will she make it in time?

Slinger was silent. Then the disheveled ocelot smiled encouragingly again, that's how he was built:

«Well, what's the big deal! Then go without a mask today. Smithy will explain everything to you again later, no problem!»

At first, Whisper did not want to tell everything as it is. But she trusted Slinger completely:

«...It's important to me.»

«What's important? Be in a mask? Why?»

«Smithy did me a favor. I want to show that I appreciate his work.»

«Oh, Whisper! This does not mean that you don't appreciate his work!» Slinger leaned a little closer to the wolf, as if trying to give his words even more weight, «He is an understanding and kind lion! Don't get so upset.»

Whisper nodded, dropping her thoughtful gaze back to the mask in her hands. She really wanted to be in it on her first assignment, but apparently she would have to-

«You know what? Why don't you go to Claire's place?» Slinger suddenly spoke up again, beaming even more at the visit of such a wonderful idea, «She knows more about these things than I do. She should be upstairs.»

«Would she... mind?» Whisper stammered, confused for some reason.

«Of course not! Maybe she'll also make you some kind of prediction for today?» ocelot spread his hands and closed his deliberately cunning cat's eyes, «Who knows?»

What? A prediction? Oh, yeah. Claire is... a medium, right? Smithy also called her a "psi-operator”, but Whisper didn't even understand the meaning of that title. It was obvious that Claire had some kind of powerful ability... but what exactly was that power? Could Claire sense other people's emotions? To see the aura of others? Feel the danger? To anticipate events and see the future? To move objects with the power of thought alone? Whisper’s head was already spinning with various theories. ”Medium". Even the word alone felt extremely mysterious! And ”psi-operator"? Absolutely terrifying.

But at the first meeting, Claire left an exceptionally pleasant impression on Whisper… Well. If everything goes well, then Whisper will find out about everything herself after a while, right?

«...Yes. I'll go.» Whisper nodded again, more to herself than to Slinger. She drew the mask closer to her heart, along with an instant renewed hope to make everything perfect.

The wolf in the dark cape was already turning around, when she suddenly realized: maybe she should have asked Slinger to come up with her? Unlike Whisper, ocelot, after all, has been working with Claire for quite some time. They already have a good relationship. And Whisper barely exchanged a few words with Claire on that cursory ”excursion”... however, what's so scary about that? Whisper will just ask one question, right? The world won't go up in flames from this. And the wolf will not be kicked out of the team for this.

So Whisper left the armory, waving goodbye to Slinger and wisps. Soon they will all be on their way together.

The closer Whisper got to the living rooms, the harder her steps got. It was as if her legs were going to tie themselves into a knot to give themselves an excuse not to go anywhere. A dialogue was being rehearsed in the wolf's head, which was about to sound in reality: everything is to the point, everything is clear, everything is fast! So as not to cause any inconvenience to the future teammate! Whisper wouldn't want to start a full-fledged acquaintance with Claire on an unpleasant note… It made her nervous to realize that Claire was far from her and Slinger's age. For some reason, in Whisper's eyes, this fact turned everything upside down. It was as if she had to come up with a completely new language just to ask the medium for help.

Finally, the right door was right in front of Whisper. Plain and wooden, just like in the dormitories of the Resistance.

The wolf knocked, having only rehearsed the lines a few more times.

There seemed to be an infinity hidden in every second. The sharp wolf ears pricked up as soon as Whisper heard footsteps outside the door. Soon the door was opened and clear ice-like eyes stared at the wolf from a dark crack. As soon as Claire recognized the new Whisper as a guest, her gaze immediately warmed up: like a frozen river visited by the spring sun, chasing away all the cold. The monkey in the dark cape magically changed, brushing aside recent thoughts.

A friendly smile appeared on the neat face of the little mobian, and she left her secluded abode:

«Hello, Whisper! How are-»

«Hello, Claire! You're-» wolf stammered, accidentally interrupting the respected medium.

Oh no! Whisper immediately caught herself, covering her mouth with her hand:

«I'm so sorry!»

«Don't worry!» Claire chuckled kindly, immediately gently taking Whisper's hand in a soothing gesture.

Now the wolf herself appeared in the place of the tall Slinger. She unconsciously leaned closer to the interlocutor, who was barely taller than an ordinary child. It wasn't rude, was it?

Claire suddenly spoke first:

«What’s wrong? Did something happen to you?»

How? Did she-

Whisper blink in surprise:

«…Did you... feel it?»

«Oh, no!» Claire laughed softly at such a funny guess, «You just look a little worried, dear. What's the matter? Do you have any problems?»

«I...» Whisper exhaled and handed the short mobian a non-working mask, «...If you are not busy and I am not distracting you... then could you help me deal with the mask?»

«Of course! Just give me a second.» Claire smiled warmly and released Whisper to return to her room for a few minutes.

During this time, Whisper tried not to think about how stupid she looked and sounded. And why did she say that out loud? "Did you feel it?". How could you even think of such a thing? Obviously, everything was written on Whisper's face. In huge letters. In bold. You don't have to be a medium here to understand that something has happened…

After a while, Whisper suddenly realized that she and Claire had very similar dark capes. It felt like a real honor. Wearing the same uniform as all the other talented cutters filled the wolf with a wide variety of feelings. A sense of responsibility, among other things.

Finally, Claire returned. She was holding a Whisper’s mask in one hand and her own mask in the other:

«Oh, I'm sorry, honey... But it seems that you and I have completely different models. I'm afraid of spoiling something inadvertently.»

Claire's mask might be similar to Whisper's in general terms, but it was still completely different. The medium's mask did not have any lenses. There were only three dark dots-holes. It was not necessary for a higher being like her to see the world. However, maybe the reason was something else? Of course, the mask of the mystical psi-operator had to be special and distinctive from the rest. Whisper should have guessed it herself…

Whisper obediently took her mask back, already resigned to the trouble that had happened.

Claire continued encouragingly:

«Smithy's busy right now, but he'll definitely help you later. Don't be afraid to handle any problems, okay?»

«...So it's better for me not to take the mask with me on a mission?»

«Yes, I think it would be wiser to leave it for next time.»

«I understand. Thank you very much.» Whisper said with the utmost seriousness and hurried away so as not to detain the respected medium any longer.

Before the wolf had even reached the middle of the cramped corridor, Claire called out to her:

«Whisper?»

«Yes?»

«Don't get upset. I'll bring you some waffles tonight,» Claire smiled sincerely again, clearly intending to share the warming sun, «Okay?»

Waffles? Whisper expected anything but this. She had forgotten that she now lived here with the Cutters. Her and Claire's rooms were literally a few steps away from each other. Oh-

«Thank you!» Whisper belatedly replied with a confused note.

She will definitely need to figure out what to give Claire in return.

The medium smiled sweetly and closed the door, returning to her abode, filled with the smells of a wide variety of Mobius flowers: healing, beautiful and long-withered.

On the way back to the break room, Whisper continued to examine the mask in her hands. She wasn't trying to do anything anymore. Probably just hoping to find something she might have missed.… Where is it better to leave the mask? Should she take it to the armory? To Smithy's workshop? Or go up to her new room? Or maybe it's worth trying to remember the combination of buttons again? What if it does work out?

Carried away by her thoughts, Whisper was about to enter the break room to return to her favorite chair.…

But suddenly she stopped abruptly, as soon as she looked up.

This is-?!

A wolf in a dark cape immediately darted back through the opening, as if being a ghost from the depths of darkness.

She saw the black silhouette of an octopus standing at the end of the room. The last cutter, which Whisper preferred not to even think about once again, and-

Mimic.

Slinger said a lot of things to Whisper about his teammate. For example, that it would be much more difficult to get along with a Mimic than with anyone else. If even for Slinger (for the friendliest creature in the world!) it was difficult... then Whisper probably shouldn't have even tried. At first, she hoped to encounter the octopus only in the company of someone else. Ideally, of course, with Slinger. Slinger even promised in advance to settle any such issue. But the tall ocelot was not there. Neither sweet Claire, nor needlework Smithy were around.…

No, of course, it was just stupid to expect real danger from the elder cutter. Whisper just didn't want to appear like a complete idiot in front of one of the founders of the team. That's all. The first time they met, Mimic carefully watched at Whisper's every move, as if she were a potential thief and not a new member of the team. This observation made her terribly uncomfortable. Whisper immediately decided that Mimic disliked her from the very first seconds. But what did she do wrong? Wouldn't she make the situation even worse if she asked for help?

...When the wolf, clutching the mask to her heart, was about to hurry upstairs: away from such nervous meetings… Suddenly, there was an incomprehensible rumble in the room.

What's it? Did Mimic move something or-? Something heavy? Maybe it was Whisper who should have helped her teammate right now?

Partly due to the last thought, and partly due to ordinary curiosity, the wolf nevertheless carefully looked into the opening…

Mimic opened the door of the transparent refrigerator with a bang. He began rapidly filling the empty shelves with whole packs of some glossy cans. At the same time, Mimic worked not only with his hands, but also with tentacles, managing to hold the door for himself. When the refrigerator was full to overflowing, the octopus took one can and slammed the door with an even stronger bang. And how did it still not crack? Whisper heard the familiar hiss, accompanied by which an ordinary can of drink is usually opened… The octopus didn't seem to need any help. So-

Just as Whisper took a step away from the ill-fated opening, she suddenly noticed something familiar in the middle of the cluttered table.

It's not by chance-…

Yes. It is.

Whisper dropped her gaze back to the mask in her hands.

There was a Mimic mask on the table: almost exactly the same as hers…

It would seem that the wolf had finally found someone to ask for help... but it was scary to even think about it. Hmm, and what should she call it? Incredible luck or incredible bad luck? Why exactly did Mimic, the most ambiguous cutter of all, have a similar mask? Could Whisper have asked him for help? Or is it better not to? She felt that the stakes were much higher now. The tremor in her voice and unnecessary chatter would definitely not be tolerated by Mimic, unlike Smithy and Claire. And do not forget that the future of Whisper in this team depended not only on the leader, but also on Mimic — the ”second founder”, as ocelot called him… She had to take control of the situation.

Where is the best place to start a conversation? Apologize? Start with the case right away, so as not to waste his time? Or-

«...Are you going to stand there and stare at me for a long time?» suddenly Mimic spoke sharply to the ghost behind his back, without turning around.

Did he notice her?! How?!

Caught off guard, Whisper immediately stepped inside. Her heart skipped a beat and began to beat with triple force. Chaos, what had she gotten herself into?! She should have left right away. What was she doing all this for anyway?! Now it looked like Whisper was deliberately spying on Mimic, right? If she had been in Mimic's place, she would have been angry too. Has she already ruined everything, and-

«I'm sorry.» Whisper said in a surprisingly calm voice faster than her thoughts.

Mimic finally turned around.

There was no anger in his black eye sockets and predatory snow-white pupils, which Whisper was so afraid to see. The octopus's gaze was rather... completely blank.

Before that, in her entire life, which Whisper had spent mostly in the Resistance, she had not yet met the cursed mobians. She didn't understand what it was. And there were so many opinions on this subject on Mobius that it couldn't be counted… Almost everyone was terribly afraid of the cursed ones. Who would have thought that in the ranks of the best freedom fighters of Mobius there would be just one of them?

Soon Mimic arched an eyebrow, waiting for at least some sane explanation from the newcomer.

«I wanted to ask you to help me deal with the mask. If it doesn't bother you.»

It would seem that just a minute ago, Whisper was terribly panicking ... but as soon as she spoke, cold calculation immediately filled every cell of her body.

Whisper changed beyond recognition, as soon as she was on the battlefield, all her fears and doubts disappeared in an instant, irrevocably burning in an icy fire. She became a completely different creature, trying on metal scales on herself: in order to resist Eggman, wolf had to spy on him in some things. So it was now. As soon as Whisper was not in front of the brightly smiling Slinger, Claire or Smithy, but in front of the cursed Mimic, everything acquired the familiar cold colors of metallic shades. No, she wasn't afraid of him. And she didn't see him as an opponent. Whisper saw in him only a mobian who could sense someone else's weakness. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe not.

The octopus was silent. In his reverie, he dangled the can, boring into Whisper’s mask with a heavy gaze. The wolf could only guess what was going on in the cursed mobian's head. But she did not feel any threat from Mimic: even though it was the first time she had come face to face with the cursed mobian. It seems that all these stories turned out to be untrue.

Finally, Mimic spoke dryly, no longer addressing Whisper, but the void:

«...So our Smithy doesn't have enough time for his own duties?» the octopus drank sweets from a can of soda with such a look, as if in fact it was low-quality and indescribable bitterness, «...Unexpectedly.»

At that moment, Whisper felt a pang of guilt: Smithy was certainly not responsible for the fact that she didn't understand the instructions. The tall lion had already spent a lot of time to create wispon and mask for Whisper. No one else in the whole world had such. Was Smithy obliged to waste even more of his precious time on such a formality? In a good way, Whisper should have dealt with it on her own, without distracting the cutters from their business. But…

Mimic gave the glossy can to his own tentacle to free his hands. He walked up to the table and picked up his mask.

«Alright. Come here.»

Whisper roused herself and hurried to obey the order.

...Surprisingly, Mimic spoke quite calmly: without the irritation inherent in former Whisper’s mentors from the Resistance, without any reproaches and arrogance. One could even say that the octopus did not correspond at all to the image that had formed in the wolf's head long before the meeting. Slinger was describing a cursed octopus... what would be the right word? Probably strict. Whisper expected that she would not have the right to make any mistakes, because Mimic simply would not let her get away with it. This was the case with Slinger: ocelot, as he himself put it, learned on the run, barely keeping up with the older cutters… But Slinger never gave specific examples. Maybe that's why there was some misunderstanding? Or did Whisper not notice how she herself fell into the trap of all those rumors about the cursed mobians?

The octopus calmly explained the purpose of each button, even the most inconspicuous one. Mimic expressed himself in a completely different way, not like Smithy: without any incomprehensible terms and without distant thoughts that could not fit into the ordinary mobian's head. Simple and understandable. Whisper was no longer afraid to ask questions... but there was no need to. Mimic gave Whisper just enough time to figure it out and try to repeat it herself. Following the octopus, she pressed the buttons. The lens perked up, looking at the world with a glowing turquoise ring... Really? That's it? It even seemed that Mimic had replaced mask with a more obedient one while Whisper was not looking.

It was difficult to say whether Mimic could also professionally transfer combat skills… But something told Whisper that yes. Maybe if she had a similar mentor in the Resistance, she would not prefer to train alone.

She even had the following thought. The wolf knew firsthand that the ocelot often behaved frivolously. Even in extremely... serious situations. Perhaps in this way Slinger was mocking the very essence of a sometimes unfair and cruel world… Whisper understood that this could be annoying. Maybe it might have seemed so at first, but for Slinger, blowing up robots was not just fiery fun.

Whisper excitedly put on a mask. Finally, everything worked as Smithy described. She could see the world around her as clearly as with her own eyes. No obscure numbers and frightening blackness!

«...Now the interface.» meanwhile Mimic continued, politely giving Whisper time to get used to her new vision. The octopus also put on a mask.

...Whisper could not have imagined that there would be so many functions in such a light mask. Mimic himself noted which of them were fundamental and which were purely situational. For example, a thermal imager, although it might be needed, but obviously not as often as night vision. And for a sniper, the ”smart” sight was paramount at all. It is unlikely that Whisper had ever been interested in technology ... but then a purely childish delight blossomed inside her. Of course, she did not show it. She only thoughtfully listened to every word of the elder cutter, who was standing a little apart. She will have time to rejoice and think later.

Now it's time for communication. The Diamond Cutters used masks to communicate not only with each other, but also with their faithful wisps: a translator was built into the masks, which allowed them to understand funny gurgling language. Whisper had already communicated with her Rocket, but for this she had to use Slinger's monocle — then her mask was not even ready.

After listing all the voice commands, the octopus moved on to practice:

«Can you hear me?» Whisper was asked by the voice of a Mimic from the loudspeaker of the mask and from the outside world at the same time.

«Yes.» the wolf pressed the button, «And can you hear me?»

The sound of her own voice, coming to her from Mimic's mask, seemed simply terrible. Is that how the others will hear her? What a horror-

«Yes. Claire and Slinger are online too. Try to contact them.»

The elder cutter lifted the mask to his forehead and returned to the drink in the can, which he had been holding in one of the tentacles all this time. It seems that the drink was no longer as cold.

Whisper calmly did everything as Mimic told and showed her.

«Um, can anyone hear me?»

«Whispe-e-er! It's Whisper! You did it, a-woooo!» Slinger howled triumphantly, deliberately wolfish, celebrating her victory as if it were his own.

Whisper flinched in surprise: sometimes sensitive hearing was not a blessing of Chaos at all. Mimic readily suggested:

«The volume is adjusted from the side. I advise you to make Slinger quiet permanently.»

«Mimic?! You already here?!» asked the ocelot from Whisper mask, deliberately raising his voice so that the elder cutter would definitely hear him even in such conditions.

Whisper turned the wheel and a volume bar turned down in front of her eyes from the side.

«As you hear...» Mimic replied lazily, sipping a drink. Then he gave Whisper the following practical task: «Switch to the general channel so that both Slinger and Claire can hear you at the same time.»

«Like this?»

«Good job, Whisper!» Claire suddenly responded instead of Mimic, joining in the congratulations. She could be heard so well, as if she was standing very close.

«Thanks! Over and out.» Whisper said with a timid half-smile on her face and hung up.

The wolf took off her mask and blinked, getting used to the light again. She had hoped to at least just turn on this incomprehensible unit... but instead she was now free to use the mask on her own. Absolutely all functions. Of course, everything that had been learned still had to be consolidated, but now it didn't look so terrible. Neither did the future training of cutters in general look scary.

Whisper squinted at the octopus in the black cape:

«Thank you for your help.» she said softly.

Mimic did not answer. He emptied a can of soda, crumpled it to a flat shiny round and threw it into the trash with a tentacle, without even aiming. In an instant, the octopus pulled away, drowning in his thoughts — this was evident from his gaze fixed on an invisible point.

Both founders of Diamond Cutters seemed to Whisper not only authoritative and experienced... but also terribly tortured. Was the reason for this a Eggman who did not close the ”mechanical all-seeing eye"? Recently, there have been more robots both in the Sandy House and on the outskirts of Metropolis… Who knows? Maybe with the Diamond Cutters Whisper will see the long-awaited fall of the empire of Dr. Eggman.

Mimic suddenly put on the mask again and contacted the team:

«Let's move out. Take the wispons. Slinger, grab the Whisper’s rifle.»

The wolf just blinked in surprise.

Wait, what? Already?

«Accepted!» Slinger and Claire immediately responded with alacrity in one voice.

Something was wrong... after a moment's thought, Whisper realized that it was their team size: had the leader of the Diamond Cutters been in touch? She don't think so. As far as she understood, the old lion was not at the headquarters at all. How could they launch an operation without their commander? What about the plan? How-

«Is Smithy going to be with us too?» Whisper decided to express her thought out loud.

«...Smithy won't be free today.» Mimic replied with an ambiguous intonation.

Footsteps were heard, and Claire and Slinger appeared on the threshold of the break room. When they stood next to each other, the difference in their height seemed simply enormous. Both cutters were already fully armed: Claire was wearing a mask, with a wispon in her hands and a green wisp on her shoulder. In this form, she truly looked terrifying. And Slinger was even rearmed: in addition, he also held an orange Whisper’s rifle in his hands. The wolf immediately caught herself and hurried to meet her friend to pick up her weapon. The ocelot looked happy.

All the peace that filled Whisper disappeared at once. On a mission? Already? She didn't feel ready. Even the air in the recreation room was saturated with electricity. Either from the presence of the wisps, or from the omen of an imminent battle.

Claire and Slinger didn't ask about the commander. Ocelot, of course, once casually mentioned that the full complement of Diamond Cutters went only on particularly important tasks… But Whisper could not even imagine that the founder of the team himself could be absent. She even felt sorry. She would like to see lion not only in the role of an inventor, but also in the role of a skilled warrior too. However, everything is still ahead, right?

Mimic went to the wall and took his wispon, which, it turns out, had been waiting alone on the sidelines and propping up the wall all this time. The octopus put it on his shoulder like some kind of metal bat with an impressive sphere — it looked a little like a steel wrecking ball that demolishes buildings. Even the inactive wispon of the elder cutter looked very impressive.

Claire and Slinger parted to let Mimic go ahead and let him lead. Little Claire immediately followed. Before that, Slinger turned to Whisper and gave her two thumbs-up. There was a whole silent tirade in his eyes about how well she was doing.

Whisper smiled warmly and hurried after her new team.

Everything is just beginning.