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Casey & Janis Pt.4

Casey: [picking something filling because y’all have used so much energy you’d be starving and sending it through as an order or whatever but so absentmindedly rn because what’s more important is the way we’re looking at her to be like are you okay/do we need to take a sec here to talk about any of the ones you have had]

Janis: [no complaints because we clearly are just hungry and do not care at the best of times ‘nothing I can’t handle’ being true enough ‘cos it’s mostly been telling the fam she’s away for some reason because we can lie to them about it no problem ‘just Libi wanting something, dunno what I should say to her’ with a shrug, ‘cos you can’t lie to the core group, in case the police do show up or Jimmy is just like SHE’S WITH CASEY so]

Casey: [a nod because he trusts what she’s saying and what he’s seeing on her face ‘you’re sorting my head out, nowt you’ve not done before’ cos true it’s absolutely not the first time]

Janis: [considering it like yeah, that might work ‘more vocal than Bob’ because we know the only thing Libi gets feisty about is protecting Bobby and there would’ve been so many times Janis would be like please don’t because no one wants Casey smacking you girl; so send off some text that says as much because what else can you say at this point]

Casey: [‘weren’t a total waste of time all of it you put into her’ like yeah she at least takes after you there, cos we know how annoying Casey finds her most of the time lol]

Janis: [a half amused half shh kind of noise ‘wonder if you would’ve liked her mum’ ‘cos we’re always wondering what Libi would’ve been like if she’d been raised by her parents instead]

Casey: [‘yeah’ cos he’s gotta know about her and he just would like her vibe I think]

Janis: [‘not a total wastes not a compliment to none of us’ just like btw, ouch]

Casey: [‘you know what I meant it like’ cos not trying to hurt you with it and it’s not your fault we find her so annoying]

Janis: [do a feelsy lean ‘cos we know you weren’t trying to be a prick about it ‘I don’t think you’d like her regardless’ ‘cos that’s just her role in this dynamic that was created, annoying little sister]

Casey: [‘if she was more of you, how could I not?’ but obvs we know it was never gonna be that way so we’re not saying it seriously like this is another one of Janis’ failings not to pull a Jimothy with Bobby and turn her into herself]

Janis: [a face like oh God no, likewise not being super serious about this convo now ‘last thing I need, however pleased you might be’]

Casey: [‘you’re not having [however many daughters we said Ian’s missus has rn, I have forgotten] daughters for us to take on then?’ it’s too close to the truth of what’s about to occur little do you know boy]

Janis: [not that reminding you that you and Jimmy came off birth control because literally, may as well have been another life and you’re just like oh no, oh no no no lmao]

Casey: [‘what?’ cos we see the absolute shock horror on your face gal you can’t tell me otherwise]

Janis: [trying to be super casual because we’ve done the maths in our head and remembered it’s only been a day so we’re fine FINE ‘I need to pick up some plan b when we leave, no worries’]

Casey: [giving her such an oi nudge for scaring us to death there for a sec when that’s actually pretty casual from our POV rn cos not gonna just jump to thinking about JJ trying for kids here in this moment, are you, just thinking she’s being extra careful like you normally are when you don’t go insane]

Janis: [‘I forgot I had my [whatever contraceptive you prefer] out’ like the nudge was an excuse me kinda nudge]

Casey: [‘it’s alright, piss easy stop to make tomorrow’ too casual about this because we really do think it’s fine]

Janis: [when you don’t wanna ruin his casualness by dropping it but you also can’t stand lying but it already looks like you were lying by the way you truly forgot, oop, what you gon’ do miss thing]

Casey: [‘what?’ softer because we know you’re in some kind of turmoil here but we can’t work out why]

Janis: [‘I thought you’d moved on for good, left me and this behind’ head in our hands because we have to say, we’re just that bitch ‘so, we came off birth control, see if anything happened, you know’ looking up even though we’re mortified and don’t want to because it’s important you believe us rn ‘I seriously forgot, today, with everything, it sounds like total bullshit but it’s not, that’s why I was so fucking-’ gesturing like you saw me and now this]

Casey: [‘when did you come off?’ because all we can think about is what the window of time is you’ve been banging your husband unprotected, nothing else is even registering rn]

Janis: [clearly something happened that made this but you’re just like I don’t even know, the whole timeline isn’t very long so clearly this isn’t either, probably a few weeks? ‘Couple of weeks ago’]

Casey: [a nod like he’s trying to convince himself it’s fine because as in the vibe of the OG, he knows JJ don’t bang like they used to, just telling himself that Jimothy has hardly been near her in that time]

Janis: [‘everything changed today’ after a while of silence because we don’t need to rush you]

Casey: [‘too right it did’ cos in no world are you just going back to Jimothy and attempting to have a kid, he knows that]

Janis: [‘we we’re both still trying’ meaning her and him, not her and Jimmy because if we’d have known you weren’t actually gone for good, shrugging because it’s done regardless ‘sort it back out, soon as I’m home’]

Casey: [‘why’d you reckon on having a kid with him, even if I was dead?’ when you think Jimothy is such a flop husband and would be such a flop father you can’t even fathom either of them telling themselves it’d be a good plan]

Janis: [‘why’d you reckon she’d be a good girlfriend?’ like it’s never that black and white and simple, shrug ‘he’s done it before? I don’t know’]

Casey: [‘she’s an adult, can make her own piss poor choices and deal with the consequences of ‘em’ like that’s absolutely not the same as bringing a kid into it with 0 say, thank you ‘yeah and we’re all chuffed to bits how his go at that turned out’ full shade Bobby but we also think you’re a flop tbh so]

Janis: [‘he isn’t 12 now neither’ like don’t say it’s the same when it’s a choice he made compared to being forced to because no one else was ‘it’s irrelevant ‘cos it hasn’t happened anyway’]

Casey: [‘he’d hack it no better than he did when he were’ because 100% believe that with our entire heart and soul and honestly he’s not wrong the state of Jimothy atm ‘you ain’t thick, you know that same as I do, that’s why it’s relevant’]

Janis: [‘I can’t undo it, you know I’m not gonna go back and repeat it, that’s the best I can say’]

Casey: [a nod because that’s all true and you think that’s the end of it now anyway and it’s not something you actually have to worry about lol lol]

Janis: [just hugging our knees up to our chest]

Casey: [‘come here’ softer than we were just being cos we hate to see it]

Janis: [not moving ‘you think I’m stupid’]

Casey: [moving himself and wrapping his arms around her so big ‘I just said you ain’t that’ holding her even tighter and pulling her closer ‘both our heads were fucked then, you said it, things are different now and it’s nothing we can’t sort once we’re back’]

Janis: [not fighting against it but not actively hugging you back right now ‘but it was stupid, a kid ain’t meant to be a last ditch attempt’]

Casey: [‘it’s gonna be alright, you ain’t having his kid, nor mine til you want to’ oh lads, soz]

Janis: [we’re so mean, squeezing his hand like okay, it’s okay]

Casey: [holding her like a Clove to his chest again and telling her it’s gonna be okay over and over, using okay instead of alright this time, we see you]

Janis: [just saying sorry as many times, to you, to Jimmy, to this potential baby]

Casey: [letting her get all that out and just holding her cos she obvs needs to, eventually ‘all that’s over, we’re here’ sure do wish it was over hun but baby Jac is coming, putting her down like it’s okay you can put all that down and we can move on]

Janis: [just doing a big breath out ‘we were all pretending, we can’t no more’ nodding like it’ll be better than that, somehow]

Casey: [‘we won’t no more, this is too real, you and me’ cos yep, it is]

Janis: [finally making eye contact again ‘and you don’t hate me for it?’]

Casey: [‘could never hate you, girl, I understand everything you think’ because we really do feel like that, however you fuck up, we get it, even if it makes us angry and frustrated, we still know why you did it ‘always work it out if I wanna or nah’ cos sometimes we have pretended but ultimately]

Janis: [holding you and hugging you instead of the other way ‘round ‘soz I’m so fucked’ like sorry you have to understand all that too, but we know you do]

Casey: [a laugh ‘me an’ all, right back at you’ cos she understands him the exact same and always has]

Janis: [giving you the gentlest kiss on your laughing mouth]

Casey: [doing his own big breath out as a happy sigh before kissing her again, still soft but more intense like ily so much]

Janis: [just all the emotion being poured into this right now because could not love you more]

Casey: [mhmm, not at all casual makeout sesh turning into such a soft but intense hook up, we all know it]

Janis: [it’s necessary and there’s no world in which it isn’t happening ‘thank you’ when it looks like you’re thanking him for the sex so you’re like lol no ‘for everything’]

Casey: [just shhing her because in no world does he expect or require thanks, this boy out here like this is the bare minimum of what I’m willing to do when I love you this much duh]

Janis: [‘rude, you’d let me show you’ 😏 giving you a little push like I’m trying to be polite here but then laying our head on your chest]

Casey: [‘I’m here for you for everything, there’s sod all you can’t tell me, we ain’t pretending no more, remember’ not this boy acknowledging this has been a fantasy and that’s all well and good but now if they need to get real they can get real]

Janis: [‘I’ll try and remember’ because we’re not used to it]

Casey: [‘I can hack it’ because soz he can he’s not Jimothy, you can talk to him gal]

Janis: [‘what should I do, would I do-’ because we really think we’re not pregnant lmao okay ‘-if I was pregnant?’]

Casey: [‘Whatever you reckon’s right, you usually are, and I’d support you’ cos he would, just facts]

Janis: [‘I dunno if I know, when it’s real’ because theory and practice is always different]

Casey: [‘it’d be nowt like before, we could do it’ cos y’all are not kids having to raise kids and again, he’s not Jimothy, no offense sir]

Janis: [‘could ain’t should though’ and shaking our head like fuck it, it’s not happening]

Casey: [‘I ain’t gonna say should for a bit, however much I want to’ just saying he wants to have babies with you nbd]

Janis: [looking at you so hard ‘do you mean that?’]

Casey: [looking back at her like you tell me, cos we know you know from this look rn]

Janis: [‘and you think I could?’ when your voice is quieter but too intense to be a whisper, just taking it that you also meant we’d be shit at it too when you said Jimothy could not hack it]

Casey: [‘I know you could’ cos he do, you’re not the flop here sis]

Janis: [clearly some part of you wants children, like most people do, because you wouldn’t just agree if you were truly like ew no, so we’re just here like oh ‘you’ll be good at it’]

Casey: [‘we’ll both be allowed to be’ shamelessly saying Jimothy would hold you back from being the best parent you could be cos that’s what he does think, like soz you can’t if you’re also having to hardcore look after him]

Janis: [‘one day’ because we do want it, just not in the absolutely chaotic way it’s going to actually go down]

Casey: [‘we’ll have it worked out when we both think we should, and then’ cos hard same, there’s a lot to sort out first and it isn’t remotely the right time, but there would’ve been if we hadn’t been evil]

Janis: [could not agree more, and you can tell from our entire demeanour and the way we’re looking at you, so there’s no need to verbalise it ‘then I can call you daddy whenever I want, yeah’ because if there’s any time to make a joke and calm the mood]

Casey: [‘there’s never a wrong time for that’ cos he LOVED it and you know damn well he did from his reaction at the time so]

Janis: [making a well… kind of noise like people probably would think there’s a time and a place, because you know we’re still shook that we did that]

Casey: [‘you heard’ unrepentant about any time and any place lol]

Janis: [‘it’s your fault’ like you have to keep acting like it, what am I meant to do lmao]

Casey: [‘blame me then’ in that saucy way he always tells her to do such and such then, like okay I guess you’ll have to take it out on me however you feel about it RN lol]

Janis: [fake playfighting you on every point ‘stop making me feel so small and safe and loved’]

Casey: [‘can’t, sorry’ not at all sorry dear reader]

Janis: [‘then I can’t be held responsible for my actions’ just pinning you on this bed rn unrepentantly]

Casey: [‘you’re my baby til we have one’ as unrepentant af]

Janis: [‘means you’re responsible for me’ like hehehe good luck with that]

Casey: [‘not fuming about it’ cos throwback to when he said he could feel all the things and he do be atm, pinning her to the bed because always]

Janis: [‘I’m fuming I ain’t’ because who are we, never thought we’d be here 😍 about this]

Casey: [‘are you?’ with the look and tone saying, gal I know you’re not]

Janis: [‘are you?’ matching energy]

Casey: [as per doing the most to show her how he actually feels about it, cos who is he otherwise, going over any and all marks caused during the feral daddy moment here]

Janis: [‘we nearly died’ because literally you did nearly crash but also it was just that intense and being reminded of it now is likewise doing the most]

Casey: [‘not very responsible of me’ like what a daddy fail but we’re still doing the absolute most here so can’t and don’t actually feel bad about it ‘I’m sorry, baby’]

Janis: [‘you had to let me, who knows what might’ve happened otherwise’ ‘cos felt like we were dying with all that we were not doing there, like no, you’re SO thoughtful ‘you always know what I need’]

Casey: [‘you’ve always needed me and I haven’t never let you before’ like yes true, very necessary actually, so mean of me to deprive you before today though]

Janis: [🥺 face ‘why?’ like we both actually know why but the energy is now we’ve done this why the hell did we wait]

Casey: [‘just the kind of dad I am’ like oh soz I’m SO strict and always telling you no]

Janis: [‘you thought I couldn’t handle it?’ doing the most we can whilst being pinned to show you we SO can]

Casey: [likewise doing the most to be like hmm let’s see if you can, just having so much fun here you two]

Janis: [‘let me prove myself’ like you have all day, casually]

Casey: [‘go on’ likewise, I’m loling because we know this takeaway is gonna appear at some point before y’all are done being extra]

Janis: [you’re owed a cockblock at this point, been wilding all damn day, you know we’re going to the door in the state we are in to prove ourselves that way, sorry delivery driver]

Casey: [unexpected bonus for this probably v bored middle aged man hahaha, just coming to get her and throw her back on the bed like I’ll sort it gal because obvs, not jealous but we are possessive, this man like hello?]

Janis: [he says and I oop, you know why the majority of people go to hotels like this sir, mind your business lol]

Casey: [me and my boo not telling them he’s seen worse or they’d only take it as a challenge]

Janis: [just let the poor man go children]

Casey: [also eat your food, even if you gotta be extra and feed each other it or eat it off each other or whatever, you do need it to be consumed and not totally forgotten about]

Janis: [the sustenance is vital at this stage, even if you’re grumping at the audacity of your order arriving lmao]

Casey: [we know you’re pregnant hun even if you don’t]

Janis: [not you becoming less grumpy like an actual toddler when you eat lollol]

Casey: [it’s a hard same from Junie b Jones personally]

Janis: [same but it’s amusing rn because you were so in the middle of something]

Casey: [this boy also eating v amused like okay then]

Janis: [shoving an unattractive amount in your mouth like and what boy]

Casey: [even more amused because he’s literally never known another girl like her in all the best ways]

Janis: [stealing one of his chips or similar, like whilst you are so amused, as was my plan all along obvs]

Casey: [bringing the food fight energy subtly by smearing some sauce on the end of her nose or somewhere like boop that’ll teach you but it just makes her look adorable actually and then he’s gotta just remove it for you with a lil smooch]

Janis: [‘you’re never gonna stop being so distractingly cute, are you’ because we know that’s a hard no and we’re still dying over it all, kissing you like we just wanna get that sauce back from you here]

Casey: [‘you started it’ like we’re just saying it to give that kind of playful response, but actually, has been obsessed and distracted by this girl for a decade already and won’t ever chill out now]

Janis: [‘and now you can finish it’ like it’s better because we can actually do something about it, not just die of frustration]

Casey: [‘dunno about that’ cos y’all can’t and don’t wanna stop lol as today proves]

Janis: [‘you owed me’ smiling, the ‘we’re making up for the last 10 years’ didn’t need to be spoken but we did anyway]

Casey: [‘paid up now, are we?’ amused like oh so you’re done now are you, cos we know that’s a hard no ‘nothing else to be made up for?’ with a raised brow like hmm okay sure]

Janis: [‘where’d you hear that?’ like not I, thank you very much ‘not a fair trade no matter how good of a day it’s been’ crossing your arms like he’s trying to trick you]

Casey: [uncrossing her arms because always, this time instead of shamelessly groping her like he did in the car, touching her stomach instead ‘thought I might’ve heard this were the best part of it for you’ playfully like you love that food more than me, I get it]

Janis: [me and this girl automatically thinking about the babygate of it all there like !! but keep on keeping on ‘free meal, is it?’ like do yourself down much, babe, at least you actually paid for this one, unlike the restaurant]

Casey: [same gals and you know he’s thinking about it in the sense of not yet knowing it’s a full kink unlocked but about wanting to have babies with her hence being too distracted when he has touched her to reply to the bants, leaving his hand there, looking at it like oh I really sent myself down a train of thought here]

Janis: [‘do you think-’ cutting you off ‘cos don’t need to vocalize that you’re blatantly wondering if you’re on the way to being pregnant rn with everything you’ve done today]

Casey: [‘we shouldn’t think about it’ because he as blatantly is and is into it but doesn’t wanna be like let’s have a baby rn cos not the time like we said earlier, has not moved his hand or his GAZE though so]

Janis: [‘no’ because that is correct but it isn’t as if you can stop yourself thinking about it either ‘wouldn’t be the right time’]

Casey: [‘but’ when you can’t stop yourself saying it because you’re just thinking about how a baby takes 9 months and that’s ages and how different things could be by then ‘it wouldn’t be born now’]

Janis: [‘you want it so much more than he did’ soz, again not something you needed to say but was unable to keep in]

Casey: [‘I want all of it more than he does, you, a marriage, kids’ because soz but we were at that wedding so we can say it]

Janis: [‘I want to give it to you, all of it’ putting our hand on top of his]

Casey: [‘he don’t deserve a proper adult life with you and you deserve so much more than putting up with the bollocks he can give you’ because again, tea, not him acknowledging that okay in spite of his crush JJ were in love and suited as teenagers ‘it ain’t good enough’]

Janis: [‘I want you, Casey’ pleading in our voice like he’s going somewhere ‘you want what I want, you can give it to me’]

Casey: [finally moving his eyes off her stomach to look at her ‘you got me, and if we’ve got a kid coming too, then’ like then is a full sentence because you know what we’re saying and it’s we want it and we’ll have it]

Janis: [looking down at your stomach as if one of you needs to always be keeping watch ‘there’s nothing to be scared of, you’ll be so good at it and I’ll be there with you the whole time’ when you’re talking to him but could be this imagined baby]

Casey: [gotta look back down at it too, cannot look away ‘not for none of us, you, me or the baby’ cos none of y’all need to be scared is what he believes, you’re all gonna slay together]

Janis: [‘the baby’ just letting yourself say it and imagine it]

Casey: [putting his head on her stomach like he’s trying to listen for a response as if this baby is gonna be like hello cos she said that]

Janis: [biting our lip so we don’t fully moan about that ‘you look so good there’]

Casey: [‘I feel good here’ getting more comfy with it because he does ‘hope you ain’t fuming about it’ whispered @ the baby that could be in there like hope I’m not squashing you with my big head rn soz]

Janis: [‘two babies’ stroking his hair like you get snuggled and I’ll try not to die ‘have to get used to sharing’ because you’re ours and we’re yours, soz baby]

Casey: [when that just makes you think about twins and die @ these potentially twin babies in the same whisper as he used before ‘her fault not mine if you’ve gotta get used to it an’ all, take it up with your mummy and auntie Gracie, like’ the slight shade on Grace’s name making me lol ‘not that you’d get a word in there but I’ll shut up myself before you don’t fancy getting out’]

Janis: [just there for a sec like why am I being lumped in with my twin, excuse me but then you realise what he’s saying and you fully GASP like oh shit ‘your head’d roll off, bump would be so big’ already obvious we’re into it but we don’t even fully get it yet ‘I’m well comfy, you know that’ like don’t blame ‘em]

Casey: [getting even more comfy like yeah you are and also I won’t roll off right now or any time soon, look, cos likewise too into it to say anything atm, the sound of his own he would’ve had to likewise stop with a lip bite is giving that away]

Janis: [lowkey stroking your hair too hard with all the energy we’re not expending touching ourselves or you right now ‘such a good dad, you’]

Casey: [when he was already so !! that if he doesn’t start kissing her stomach once she’s said that he’ll simply pass away, so that’s a thing happening rn not at all casually]

Janis: [you know we have to be playing with our nipples right now so we likewise don’t fully lose it ‘daddy loves you so much babies’ just going between watching you and being unable to because we’re so overwhelmed]

Casey: [was trying to do soft and little kisses at first there but now he’s just being fully feral and indecent about it ofc because how could he not when she says that ‘we’re gonna be the happiest family, you’ll see’ at all of you, her and these fictional twin bubs who are baby Jac actually]

Janis: [‘daddy makes mummy so happy, you’ll love him as much as me’ at our stomach, smoothing over every place he’s just kissed]

Casey: [‘I’ll take SUCH good care of the 3 of you’ kissing her on the mouth as feral as he was her stomach, while he’s touching it, like see, nobody left out]

Janis: [‘you are’ fully moaned into your mouth whilst we’re trying to mesh our faces fully together here ‘and we’re gonna take care of you, your girls’ clearly decided they’re girls because you and Grace are there ‘you’ll be so, so loved’]

Casey: [this boy touching her stomach with one hand while he touches her so saucy with the other and also can’t and won’t stop kissing her, we’re doing it all atm lads to show we can and y’all will be so loved too]

Janis: [you know we have to just touch you and shamelessly guide you inside us, all whilst kissing like you’re unable to stop because it’s true]

Casey: [it’s the only acceptable response and it gives him both hands to be touching and holding her stomach while you do this so simply must]

Janis: [fully in our element on this day, don’t even care where you are or all the actual drama that is currently being ignored and the drama yet to come, just yet again having the most intense sex you could imagine]

Casey: [I love it for y’all, there’s so much time for drama and I’m sure a lot of it will be heartbreaking, just be in love for now]

Janis: [there’s no alternative, we only have to get out of this mindset when the worst happens, basically, in all the ways lol, right now let us love on our imaginary babies]

Casey: [at least we can let you fall asleep again at some point cos the only way y’all ever stop having a sesh]

Janis: [at least you got to eat lmao, thank you delivery man for that unexpected convo]

Casey: [he’s the real mvp for that one lol]

Janis: [oh you two, still gotta go get a dog, WHO’S HE GOING TO LIVE WITH I’D LOVE TO KNOW]

Casey: [Oh Chubby, when you really do think you’re getting a puppy for your babies to grow up with, I mean, yeah, you are, but not the way you’re picturing it tomorrow when you do it]

Janis: [he has such beautiful eyes, I got a pic of him today, slay sir, I’m sure Billie and her man either have dogs already or will not want yours bumbling about so Casey is gonna have to take custody]

Casey: [Billie wouldn’t mind but I fully imagine her man acting like Chubby is gonna eat Cosmo or brawl any pets you may have, I need to check when she gets pregnant with Dash cos I know he’s around Jac’s age and that is a bit relevant to this if you are gonna be there gal]

Janis: [that was likewise the energy I got, like not in my nice house, tah, be awkward enough you being there pregnanting up the place, him like we have a new baby, can you go away, like she doesn’t hide in one of your many guest suites whenever you’re there and it isn’t just Baby Cosmo and Billie]

Casey: [like actually having Janis there would be a help and mean she can do more things for baby Cosmo herself than he lets her do so shut your mouth tbh sir]

Janis: [like I’m sure you’re nice enough to her face but it’s clearly just a vibe at all times in this house like yikes, at least you can get some baby practice in here]

Casey: [the way you just know she was going to see Billie at the start of this convo because she knows she’s not happy even though Billie is not ready to be saying that]

Janis: [mhmm, not that you’re in a similar boat or anything, yikes]

Casey: [oh girls, at least you do have each other]

Janis: [I can see why you wouldn’t wanna say shit though Janis, it makes your complaints seem like nothing in comparison, ‘cos it isn’t like Jimmy is bad or doing anything wrong]

Casey: [onwards with playing with puppies in the AM like nothing is or could ever be wrong though]

Janis: [casual puppy crawl occurring, so highkey buzzing and couply all these dog people gonna be like awh okay lovebirds lol]

Casey: [soz not soz that you deserve to be a couple in public places where nobody knows either of y’all]

Janis: [very much the energy of the day, shamelessly doing the most, being well chatty to these people as if you ever are, talking about your life like it’s the one you wish y’all were living]

Casey: [it’s a hard same for him as well as being a dog nerd, but you know he’d be especially buzzing to see it from her cos there’s no way Jimothy hasn’t at least slightly dragged her into his depression hole in the last few years, we all know you’d both have been even more antisocial than you usually are/used to be]

Janis: [it’s not been a good time since this wedding he didn’t want to have and we all know that, too codependent for it to not have an effect on her, obviously but yes, what could be a cuter day for y’all than to love on all these pups]

Casey: [and we’ll let you stay in a slightly nicer hotel for your last night away seeing as y’all have moved away from your teenage runaway fantasy now]

Janis: [and y’all did your utmost to wreck that room so you won’t be going back there anyway, at least you pay outright so you’re welcome lmao]

Casey: [that bathroom was absolutely destroyed, we all remember and I’m sure you’re lowkey bebopping all around ireland looking at puppies anyways so you’d be in a totally different area by tonight regardless]

Janis: [gotta find mr chubbs honey]

Casey: [I know he’s really not gonna help the situation and you two have actually gone insane with this one but I’m so excited to have him]

Janis: [we’re lowkey framing it like well if Casey wants a dog, why should we say no, then it’s irrelevant anyway because everything has to be blown up but still, not soz lol]

Casey: [are we saying y’all find him today or tomorrow before you go back?]

Janis: [I think you should find him today and go get him tomorrow, ‘cos they usually make you wait so you’re not being rash or whatever, and that can dictate that you have to go back energy]

Casey: [my thinking too, soz we simply have to stay a bit longer, and they’ll be so adorably buzzing all night and can go on a little shopping spree for him which is a vibe we always love]

Janis: [gotta be prepared baby, all the things you lowkey forget you need then you’re like omg, basically, it’s just all the cuteness we then have to destroy because we’re evil moos]

Casey: [I’m gonna have to insist you only go somewhere that’s v pet specific or else I simply won’t be able to stop him buying human baby things and we will really die]

Janis: [you’ve already hurt yourselves too much lads, you can’t do it]

Casey: [putting my foot down, hearts are gonna be broken hard enough]

Janis: [none of you can have the fairytale you do or don’t want here]

Casey: [I’m too hormonal for this lol, I’m gonna be sobbing]

Janis: [at least you will have time to properly eat today and not be as totally distracted, ‘cos you’ll be lowkey too excited to sleep when you get to your new hotel]

Casey: [Baby Jac is welcome for that sustenance]

Janis: [not saying you haven’t hooked up at all today though, lmao lbr about it, we know telling people about your life has you both like 👀]

Casey: [with all that driving from puppy destination to puppy destination there’s too many chances for y’all to pull over for that to not happen at least once, plus if you’re going out to eat that’s another restaurant you’ll never go back to with a bathroom you can make use of]

Janis: [we know who you are lmao, even if you’re having a very soft kind of day]

Casey: [softness kills you the most, you gotta, don’t talk to me about everyone thinking they’re married because she’s wearing a wedding ring, we can’t discuss it]

Janis: [peeps always do, the casual your husband/your wife thrown into convo and you’re like and I oop]

Casey: [could never be us, everybody out here thinking we’re sisters, he’d LOVE it though, that goes without saying]

Janis: [people simply forgetting that gay people exist is so funny to me honestly; but anyway, you’d think you’d hate it because of the reminder to your actual husband but like all of this, you can’t not love it a bit in spite of that]

Casey: [he’ll win you over telling some overly invested middle aged woman about your fictional wedding and it’ll be so much better than your devastating actual wedding that there’s no comparison, can’t help love him or the idea of it, soz Jimothy]

Janis: [‘might’ve just caused a divorce in there’ when you’re leaving, like that woman is gonna leave her husband now ‘cos you made that sound too damn romantic]

Casey: [‘not another one, [school therapist lady’s name]’s husband still ain’t over theirs’ because bants but also that woman was also as lowkey too invested in you for how crap she clearly was at her job so]

Janis: [pushing you as we walk like ugh, you’re the worst but pulling you back in as well]

Casey: [‘oi, no fair’ because if you’re pregnant we can’t push you back and we’re not letting that fantasy die yet, TOO clear what he means by his EVERYTHING, how he’s holding her rn and where he’s looking]

Janis: [‘deal with it’ very much looking at him with this is your fault energy and we are not mad about it at all ‘got to shamelessly exploit the perks or what’s the point, like’]

Casey: [just shaking his head like nope I cannot because can’t deal with you and how good you look and how you make us feel at all ever but especially rn ‘you’re alright, won’t tell them you said that’ like oh these poor twin babies of ours getting shamelessly exploited already ‘long as you promise to leave it out getting them an agent til they’re what, old enough to walk down the catwalk themselves’ when he really wouldn’t actually want his daughters to be models, soz hun we’re doing that to you]

Janis: [‘be even ruder of you to gang up on me already’ like don’t be chatting shit about me thank you very much, just making such a how dare you face and loling like god no ‘what am I, so washed up I need to live vicariously?’ pushing you again like boy stop, because so not that bitch ‘it’s not my fault I’m gonna make seriously cute kids’]

Casey: [‘daddy’s girls the lot of you, I can’t help that’ like they shamelessly take after you with that one gal, it’s not my fault they’re gonna love me that much, pulling her back in SO close when she pushes him because washed up is the opposite of what we think she is and that’s blatant ‘What are you? You’re the fittest lass in this whole country, weren’t like I needed to but good as seen it for myself now’ cos this this roadtrip energy bebopping everywhere, but we been knew before we went anywhere that that’s true ‘too cute’ also true like it’s gonna be dangerous how adorable these children are ‘dunno how we’re letting them live anywhere other than behind some massive wall, like’]

Janis: [doing the thing where you’re not stopping walking but you’re fully wrapping yourself around him so it’s a ridiculous dance of a walk right now ‘you don’t want to’ as a * because you love it as much as we do, and smooching you, again, like we’re not walking here, excuse us everyone ‘be taking the princess thing a bit far’ 🤏 and shrugging ‘cos can’t lock them up in a tower vibe]

Casey: [picking her up like so is this but I’m doing it because shamelessly can and will treat you all like princesses he is that bitch ‘I know what lads are like and it ain’t princes’ already no boys allowed dad energy happening here before they are even born lol]

Janis: [‘s’what they say, daughters are a punishment’ like yeah, you know what lads are like and you have to deal with it, babe, soz, welcome for Jac being a massive lesbian anyway]

Casey: [‘not mine’ they will be a delight and perfect angels, how dare you, looking at the bump she does not yet even have like you heard, it wasn’t me who said that gals, and best behaviour thank you]

Janis: [just smiling and shaking our head at you and then this bump like oh you, so cute, so naive]

Casey: [kissing her smiling face like we’re shutting her up even though she didn’t actually say anything]

Janis: [‘you’re gonna be such a pushover’ said in the sauciest way imaginable]

Casey: [‘they’re your daughters too’ likewise ‘such a good girl, you’ out here being feral on these streets]

Janis: [🥺 ‘you’re still gonna let me be your baby when they’re here?’ ‘cos he said until in that hookup and we were like * but not at the time ‘cos it was too intense]

Casey: [DYING at that face 5ever ‘you’re gonna be my baby no matter what’ cos literally nothing and nobody coming between y’all]

Janis: [‘promise’ like I do but also you must rn immediately]

Casey: [the most intense kiss of all time to promise himself and seal yours with ‘I need you’ whenever he can bear to break away even slightly, said with all the feeling and meant in every possible sense]

Janis: [‘always’ likewise in every way that could be taken ‘cos it’s real every which way]

Casey: [the heart eyes he’s rocking rn are as intense as that kiss was]

Janis: [y’all better get in your car right now]

Casey: [mhmm, there is only so extra you can be on the street lads and we’re not getting arrested today either thank you]

Janis: [repeating his ‘I need you’ when you are so you know what’s up]

Casey: [when you’re gonna have to drive at least a little bit away from wherever that wedding story lady lived and be dying every second, but I’ll be nice and say there’s a field or something nearby you can park up into, driving one handed so you can squeeze hers so hard with your other cos SAME]

Janis: [we’re just casually counting here by squeezing your hand in a pulse rhythm]

Casey: [bringing back from the OG when they were slowly counting from 1-10 like he was always taught to do when he’s angry but doing a different slightly saucier thing on each number and obvs getting there on 10]

Janis: [this just fully ending us bye, ‘I can’t handle you’]

Casey: [‘that ain’t true’ because we simply know you can]

Janis: [doing the most to handle you literally even if we’re shaking our head like nope]

Casey: [you are both welcome for this occurring in the day so this field isn’t giving full horror movie vibes again when he pulls up to it]

Janis: [unphased by our surroundings forever beyond the fact you couldn’t literally bang right outside that family’s home ‘cos a bit much, bit rude lol]

Casey: [she’s not that invested or shipping you that hard, there are limits lol]

Janis: [no random middle-aged lady threesomes, tah]

Casey: [not the mood ever frankly but especially not on this day]

Janis: [you aren’t invited, I’m sorry hun, we need some alone time immediately]

Casey: [they’ve been very restrained so far, it’s deserved]

Janis: [us when they go five minutes without banging, get it lads, self-control whomst]

Casey: [get it while you can, lord knows she’ll be moving out soon]

Janis: [can’t be overstated how much it’s all about to be crapped on so I do not blame y’all, live your dreams, be feral]

Casey: [we’re actually evil, not about to be more so by ruining anything before we absolutely have to]

Janis: [the way we could not foresee how bad Jimmy would take this, like none of us were expecting it to be easy but we’re like OH]

Casey: [it’s the tea though because everyone is so used to him barely reacting to anything anymore so to then have SUCH a big reaction is unexpected, especially because it’s gotten to the point she literally thinks he doesn’t love her anymore]

Janis: [exactly, we think this is over and we’ve lowkey been forcing you into everything since the wedding era, so if anything we’d expect you to be relieved, definitely furious over the Casey of it all, even if we’re not allowing ourselves to properly consider just how bad that is but this, it’d be really hard to not get back with you, like that’ll fix it, but we have to know deep down it wouldn’t]

Casey: [I wouldn’t blame her remotely if she did either seriously consider or actually get back with him but we all know if she did it wouldn’t fix anything and they’d be back to square one in no time and she obviously knows that too because the wedding hasn’t and she said herself he was not !! about the baby the way Casey is]

Janis: [exactly dr phil, it wouldn’t achieve anything and we all know that really but I’d understand the impulse when you’re lowkey terrified like no one wants to feel like a murderer but even that isn’t a good enough reason to do it hence the compromise is basically being like I’ll leave you both alone, I’ve done enough vibes]

Casey: [the vibe in that house is actually really upsetting me to think about because it’s like Jimothy might as well be your drunk af dad that you had to clean up after and care for because catatonic era, I know it’s kinda your fault he is Casey but I still feel bad for you]

Janis: [like obvs she’s going to help and not just leave because we still love him and it’s not like peace but emotionally like no, I’m here on a weird friend/family basis only, it’s truly not a time to be alive at all and that’s that on that]

Casey: [excuse me while I think about Chubby instead so I don’t sob]

Janis: [child of a broken home, poor fat fat, also I know you’re like 16 but respectfully Bobby, pull your weight here tah]

Casey: [he’ll have to at least a bit because Casey is not on the we must shield and protect him from everything at all costs team, soz Bobby this is your wake up call babe]

Janis: [there is 0 way for you to not realise what is happening anyway so no, and maybe you can actually get through to him on some level so you’re needed, not soz]

Casey: [like, Casey will do any of the really grim shit there is so Bobby or Janis don’t have to because he is that bitch but yeah you’ll have your own role to play here and truly if anyone could get through to Jimothy rn he’s the one who’s most likely to]

Janis: [not Bibi getting lowkey cunty like we’ll take it from here you two, like I see your POV and frankly, would be better but okay]

Casey: [respectfully children through no fault of your own you’re not ready, your intentions are good but that’d be the definition of throwing you in at the deep end and nobody’s trying to do that and risk things getting even worse]

Janis: [the point is there aren’t really other options, otherwise obviously it would be better to give him space]

Casey: [why do I kind of love the idea of bibi being absolute dicks? I think because they are such goodie two shoes normally haha]

Janis: [they probably would be, they’re obviously on Jimmy’s side]

Casey: [such fun, Winnie CANNOT wait to write it all he says]

Janis: [he loves the drama in all it’s many forms baby]

Casey: [but for now anyway, go find Chubby and then go celebrate finding him by going for food and drinks]

Janis: [chin chin gals, can go to a bar first so the drink is a more suitable vibe for you sir]

Casey: [it’s wild to think they’ve really only had that guinness this whole time, unheard of for this boy]

Janis: [not being slightly buzzed most of the time? Hello? Love to see it but also you can celebrate]

Casey: [he’s changing for the better already, very cliche of you sir but I can’t be mad about it]

Janis: [happy people make better choices, sorry]

Casey: [I do need him to befriend everyone and shamelessly take over this bar and get her put behind it so she can make him his much longed for personalised drink at some point, he’s that dramatic and extra, you know he would and could talk everyone into it and I’m defs bringing back from the OG when he stood on a table and made a speech]

Janis: [when you’ve got to pull it out the bag in front of these other bartenders now as well, no pressure boy, at least we thrive on a challenge but we will not be telling all these strangers why we’re picking what we’re picking so you will just have to infer it and we’ll let you know later]

Casey: [Casey and Jemily both have all the faith in her not to make a twat out of herself and she won’t, it’s fine, besides, he’ll definitely make you a new one, a mocktail for possible pregnancy related reasons so you’ll be almost even]

Janis: [will have to drag you down from this table though like ‘nobody cares’ with the faux energy of I do not care but we’re really 😏 and like stop telling these randoms all this unprompted please]

Casey: [the way it’s so close to sounding like a proposal cos it shamelessly would be if he had a ring to give you rn and you weren’t already wearing one from being married to his brother, oh sir]

Janis: [‘I’m a shit wife’ like you would not want that boy, because on some level we feel that, even before how we’re very clearly being an actual shit wife]

Casey: [‘Bollocks’ because it is from his POV, she’s been a good wife to Jimothy even though we famously think he’s a flop husband so there’s no way you’d be a shit one to us when we aren’t going to suck as hard]

Janis: [shaking his hand like oh hi, have we met, do you know what we’re doing here but then literally shrugging it off like whatever because there’s nothing to be done at this point]

Casey: [shaking his head because no we’re v serious actually ‘you heard’ up close and personal so she can’t not ‘he’d already left you’ cos again, how we feel about it, Jimothy be that MIA ‘ain’t worth the paper it’s written on, you being his wife in the first place-’ a pause to sigh because can’t not when we think of the wedding ‘but that’s not ‘cause of you, weren’t your lack of trying’]

Janis: [just looking at him for a while, before we reply, because simultaneously too much and nothing to say about this all ‘you’re still his brother’ the one fact of this we can’t change ‘only alright if you’re royalty or first one died in a war, like’]

Casey: [‘I’m his brother when I fuck up, yeah, when there’s something for him to hold up and say have a look who I ain’t and hold over my head, but that’s not what this is, not to me’ because we know damn well what he and other people are gonna say, he’s not stupid]

Janis: [press your forehead into his because you know that isn’t what it is, even with people saying it, we wouldn’t think it]

Casey: [‘getting there first don’t give him the automatic right to stay and the two of us sharing a load of dna don’t mean I owe him none of that no more than you do’]

Janis: [‘I’m the one that made promises, not you’ doing a big sigh ‘but I’ve broken them, there’s no point acting otherwise, not now’]

Casey: [‘he broke ‘em first, he don’t love you, treat you how he said he would up there in front of everybody you’re bothered about and invited to what’s meant to be one of the top of your life’]

Janis: [just blinking rapidly, nodding like wow okay]

Casey: [‘I’m not trying to hurt you an’ all, but when I know he did, I’m not sitting here having you feel like shit and the only one who’s done owt wrong’]

Janis: [‘I know it’s not just me but whatever’s going on with him…’ trailing off because obviously we’re heartbroken but we’re not going to accept that as a valid reason ‘don’t change this’]

Casey: [‘isn’t an excuse’ like a * when she trails off cos Jimothy has done wrong too and we know that’ll get swept under the rug by everyone else ‘this is what it is if I were his brother or some other lad you met down the town and proper fell for, he’d still feel as hard done by’]

Janis: [shake your head ‘nah, ‘cos he’ll be wondering how long and all the time we ever spent on our own without him, or with him about, if there was looks and touches that lingered too long and if I stopped loving him ‘fore he did me and it’ll do his head in like it has mine trying to work out when he did’]

Casey: [‘Why should it just be you having your head done in by all that? Let him have a turn’]

Janis: [‘you know why’]

Casey: [‘I know he’s a grown lad who made his share of the choices that got you here, there’s no one of us who can take more share of the blame than the other dickheads can, if it was that fucking easy, I would do, I’d take all of it and he can have at proper hating me how he’s always fancied’]

Janis: [‘He won’t hack it, whatever would or should, we both know that’s true, but we can’]

Casey: [‘he reckoned he could afford to have a kid, if that’s true, he can sit in a room with some stranger who’s paid to sort his head out, tell them everything he can’t hack and why instead of dragging you down with him’]

Janis: [‘I’ll get us a family discount’ because there’s nothing funny about this beyond the ridiculousness of the entire situation, like ffs]

Casey: [just look at her like !!! because ffs is right]

Janis: [just raising your hands because literally what else can I say or do]

Casey: [getting up to get more drinks before we say something out of pure frustration we don’t mean, but as he goes ‘you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, what it was like to watch you start to disappear an’ all’ so sadly because was actually heartbreaking to see her change since this flop wedding etc and we can’t even deal with thinking about it never mind trying to verbalise it]

Janis: [‘but I do’ quietly enough he’d probably miss it if he’d looked away because obviously, we watched it happen with Jimmy so we know exactly what it was like]

Casey: [Winnie says he did miss it because he’s that sort of bear, just bringing these drinks back after however long they take]

Janis: [drinking that with enthusiasm tbh]

Casey: [hard same because the fun vibe has taken a nosedive, soz lads]

Janis: [real 0-60 there, soz]

Casey: [when you can’t bear being in this atmosphere with all your new mates you’ve made any more actually, so you just gesture to her like let’s go]

Janis: [obviously do get up and go]

Casey: [walk for a sec and maybe you’ll calm down, boy]

Janis: [‘if you wanna say something, you just should’]

Casey: [‘I don’t have the right answers to chuck at you, I wish I did, like’]

Janis: [‘there aren’t any’ like that isn’t what I was looking for don’t worry]

Casey: [a big sigh cos yeah, we know that]

Janis: [‘you don’t have to tell me it isn’t bad when it is, it’s okay’]

Casey: [‘and you don’t have to tell me how bad it is when there’s gonna be loads of other dickheads lined up ready to’ an even bigger sigh ‘or make us feel like I’m in the wrong for the only thing that feels right to me’]

Janis: [‘it isn’t me, it’s what will be said by everyone else, like you said’]

Casey: [‘It don’t matter to me what everyone else reckons, never has and never fucking will, they don’t know sod all about me or this, it matters what you think, how you feel and if we’re gonna live the rest of our lives bothered more about the state of his head you might as well go back to being his missus’]

Janis: [‘I didn’t fucking say that, just that I can’t switch it off completely, which I’ve never said I could or would’]

Casey: [‘I can’t lose you to him like that, it were one thing having to when you was happy, but I won’t to guilt and misery’]

Janis: [‘I’m not going anywhere, its not an option’]

Casey: [‘you thought that handshake was a massive pisstake but nah, we have met again today, it’s been ages and ages since I’ve seen that girl’]

Janis: [‘well you’ve been gone too’ lowkey defensive there we see you but I get it, let’s not act like it’s been the same between y’all for a minute]

Casey: [‘when he’s like this, everything he touches turns to shit’ bit rude but I also get it]

Janis: [pulling a face like well excuse you]

Casey: [giving her a look like you know what I’m trying to say here]

Janis: [another like still rude though, but nudging into you slightly like yeah, I know]

Casey: [‘maybe I’m no better but I refuse to be alright with worse’ like yeah okay things between us have been not it for a minute but that’s because I’ve been deliberately trying not to also drag you down with me too]

Janis: [‘who’s judging that anyway?’ shrugging like that’s not the point because we don’t care about that]

Casey: [a shrug back, opening his mouth to say something which he then doesn’t]

Janis: [‘what?’ like no, go on]

Casey: [‘look at how easy I ruin shit, don’t take us the years it does him, can do it in minutes, me, can’t I?’]

Janis: [‘I’m the one who brought it up, or down to here, you were doing everything right’ ‘cos it really was her lol, not just saying that to make you feel better, ‘tis factual]

Casey: [‘we can’t just never mention him, learnt from my dad pretending our kid weren’t about, it don’t work out very well’]

Janis: [‘I didn’t have to do it today, I just-’ shaking our head]

Casey: [‘what?’ but softer]

Janis: [‘you deserve everything you want, what if I can’t give it to you?’]

Casey: [‘all I want’s to be with you, so you have done, and there’s nothing to worry about’ pulling her closer because ofc]

Janis: [‘I don’t want to fuck everything up this time’]

Casey: [pulling her even closer ‘I’m not him and who you are, or was, with him isn’t who you are with me’]

Janis: [just being held ‘I’m sorry’]

Casey: [‘me too’ holding her even tighter always somehow]

Janis: [making a noise that is as ‘no me’ without literally saying those words, hugging you back]

Casey: [a shushing noise without being like shhh bitch, stroking her hair when we can bear to even slightly loosen the hug]

Janis: [‘I don’t want to ruin this, you know that, don’t let me’]

Casey: [‘you won’t let yourself, you can trust that, you know I trust you’]

Janis: [looking at him like can I, but genuinely asking not pure I think the fuck not energy]

Casey: [‘you can do it, Janis’ namedrop so you know he’s v serious and means it totally]

Janis: [just giving you the most tentative kiss ever ‘stay with me’]

Casey: [telling her she can do it over and over and how much he believes in her and loves her and he’ll never leave her etc in between so many soft but intense kisses]

Janis: [doing that laugh you do when you feel like a hot mess like oh god ‘if I cry again, I swear to God’ making it more of a prolonged kiss with no stopping between for breathing let alone talking, so you don’t cry but also because it’s needed]

Casey: [doing the breathing into each other’s mouth thing they love to do when that long kiss finally gets broken]

Janis: [‘yours’ into his mouth on loop]

Casey: [such a good lil noise into her mouth in response because love to hear it]

Janis: [putting his hand over your heart and his other hand on your stomach and making serious EYE CONTACT ‘yours’]

Casey: [the EYE CONTACT back is indecent because feeling too many things]

Janis: [‘you’re too good for me but I’m keeping you’ biting your bottom lip out and drawing a heart on your teeth with our tongue]

Casey: [‘you’re too good for me but I’m keeping you’ like no no it’s the other way round actually ‘and them’ drawing 2 hearts on her stomach in a way that once again makes me so soz to dash your dreams like this]

Janis: [‘no one else loves us like you do, never would’ pressing our stomach against you harder, biting your adam’s apple in the process]

Casey: [if the blatant moan he’s just out here doing wasn’t enough of a giveway how into all that he is, there’s no room for any doubt with how he’s pressing as hard against her rn]

Janis: [putting your hand against his throat when you have to move your mouth to bite the opposite ear to last time and be up in it ‘I wanna be all the things you told people about me today, all the time’]

Casey: [I make the rules and he has to do the opposite ear he did to last time so they are mirrors again and be up in hers telling her she can do it like he did before except in the most indecent tone ever this time]

Janis: [using our fingers to collect the blood coming from his ear and mixing it with our own, tasting it, pushing our bloody fingers further into our mouth again to try and do something about the ‘daddy’ being moaned as indecently in response]

Casey: [meanwhile rubbing himself against her stomach too blatantly for wherever they are rn not to mention stealing those fingers out of her mouth to put into his own, just feral things]

Janis: [‘you can put so many more babies in me’ just watching these antics and DYING, pushing our fingers further into your mouth without even realising because we’re beyond distracted by how you look]

Casey: [having to sign ‘how many?’ cos you need to know IMMEDIATELY but you can’t speak with all those fingers there like that]

Janis: [smiling like oops sorry in the not at all sorry fashion and taking your fingers out, smearing the mess all over your own face ‘many as we can love’]

Casey: [kissing her whole face in the most extra way as if you’re thoroughly cleaning it and not just shamelessly making the mess worse ‘I’ve got so much love to give you’ plural you obvs for all these bubs but giving it to her rn literally with how he’s moving]

Janis: [just shamelessly spitting into your mouth and asking for the same ferally ‘I know baby, give it all to me and I can give you it back and more’ literally in the form of these babies ofc]

Casey: [there is no way it’s late enough in the evening for y’all to be doing this basically outside of/v close to a bar when you haven’t even been for dinner yet but here we are, gonna be kind to you and say there’s some kind of little alleyway he’s pulled you into after spitting into your mouth as requested because we’re doing this, there’s no stopping it]

Janis: [just here blowing raspberries and playing with this spit in our mouth like it’s our own ‘you taste like what I made you’ so happily]

Casey: [meanwhile he’s using all his spit and collecting it in her belly button, sticking his tongue and thumb in there, doing the most]

Janis: [being even louder as if this alleyway means you get to have 0 awareness for your surroundings, pop off lads, ‘I can’t wait ‘til it’s big, you can feel them inside me’]

Casey: [lol this alleyway is not remotely giving you the privacy you need but we’re sure pretending it is with how LOUD he was at the prospect of that, nbd just trying to fuck your belly button rn too as if that’s possible]

Janis: [casually the hottest thing we’ve ever seen and we’re letting it be known, pushing our knickers to the side so we can put how wet we are in your mouth, rough as fuck ‘I know you wanna feel them between us when you’re inside me’]

Casey: [the level he’s DYING cannot be overstated, the way y’all are just unlocking kinks like it’s your job absolutely sends me, giving her nips some love with his hands as rough as she was being with her fingers then because thinking about her boobs being massive too obvs but what are words atm]

Janis: [we’re both thinking about it ‘they already feel good’ because it’s true and you gotta know ‘sensitive’ still just mouth fucking you, wet fully dripping down our thighs now]

Casey: [take that cue to be going against her thigh instead at least because you can’t actually fuck a belly button I’m soz, but you can keep pushing one of your thumbs into it cos that feels really nice for some gals appaz cos of the nerve that’s there, the nips need the rest but you can spare that 1]

Janis: [‘it feels like you’re fucking me so deep’ ‘cos yet again amazed at this sensation ‘make me cum just like this and you can do whatever you want, I swear’ holding his mouth open with a thumb on either side, sticking your tongue in and out, seeing how far you can take it]

Casey: [signing ‘I wanna make you cum every way there is’ because he does and he needs you to know that rn but once again cannot talk with these antics, I have faith in you that you could with the belly button thing tbh so we’ll allow it]

Janis: [‘I know I want your cum leaking out of me when I give birth, that’s what I’m thinking about’ so in your grill saying this]

Casey: [I don’t know how someone hasn’t come and investigated and found y’all with the levels of drama this boy is being sound wise in this moment]

Janis: [when it’s winter and people wanna mind their own business so hard apparently, excuse us, acting like we can do what we want because we don’t live here, safe to say it’s mutual, we’re only getting messier and louder]

Casey: [we all know he actually does do his research in the future like a massive nerd but we’re purely in fantasy land here rn talking about how he’s gonna fuck her to get these babies out as if it’s occurring in this exact moment]

Janis: [begging him and telling him how bad you want it, running our fingers through his hair frantically because we don’t know what to do with ourselves rn ‘you put them in me you have to get them out, be the first person they see’]

Casey: [the feels are as high here, we’re all aware, being the most feral in this alleyway as if there’s no possibility of being discovered, could not be hooking up any harder right here and now]

Janis: [when the peeps clearly give that little fucks about being heard and/or seen, there’s no point trying to stop ‘em ‘cos they probably wouldn’t, you either call the police and report it or let ‘em finish lol]

Casey: [nobody wants the drama of getting involved and then likely in a brawl when they could just as hardcore mind their business and enjoy their own evening, plus bars are loud, you’re probably not making as much noise as it feels like you are]

Janis: [exactly, you two are just in your own world with it fully, we all know]

Casey: [glad your little domestic didn’t escalate, love to see it, finish up here and then go get some dinner and calm down]

Janis: [we all know the drama is looming, it would be odd if you made absolutely no mention of it as it gets closer, we’re not actually delusional, no matter how badly we wanna stay in this moment]

Casey: [I’m actually surprised neither of you have before now, so yeah, very necessary]

Janis: [had more time to be pretending but we know tomorrow you gotta go now, sad times but we still got tonight to enjoy]

Casey: [and Chubby to distract you tomorrow until you’re literally in the door]

Janis: [what a distraction technique, like excuse me who is this lmao]

Casey: [if only you could actually hide behind this giant dog, cos what a horrific convo to have]

Janis: [we could but we also can’t, not that girl]

Casey: [for now enjoy your romantic date]

Janis: [as per, chilling like you didn’t just behave absolutely insane out here on these streets]

Casey: [like butter wouldn’t melt]

Janis: [we’re nomming, still beyond essential for energy levels]

Casey: [for once he’s gonna be on his best behaviour and not start any kind of food fight, proud of you boy]

Janis: [we’re mature, we’re discussing Chubby and all the shit we’ve gotta get for him]

Casey: [I like to imagine because he’s not a baby pup and already had that name you’re both giving it the energy thank god it wasn’t a lot worse which sends you reminiscing about some of the terrible names from the dog walking era and then you start talking about peeps giving their babies dog names and the baby names you hate]

Janis: [forever dragging Asia, China and America for having the worst names of all times, ‘scuse us ladies]

Casey: [not the ideal time to bring up that you banged Asia but how could you not, she isn’t easy to get mixed up with anyone else]

Janis: [‘why?’ making such a disgusted face because genuinely]

Casey: [a shrug ‘why did I do owt back then?’ cos tea, everything he did was about you as you well know]

Janis: [‘another one for the register’ as if it’s a hit list and you aren’t the same age as her so it’s really not bad but you know, not happy to hear this obvs]

Casey: [‘least they’d write her name down for her’ like she’s so stupid she can’t herself because truly]

Janis: [just crossing our arms like ugh because shook by this news ‘it makes sense, she always was a massive slag’]

Casey: [leaning across this table fully to uncross her arms because always and don’t be mad at me thank you ‘be up for a murder charge if I went near the other two, better than their mate who’d get you done for beastiality, far as pisstakes go, but still’ when you’re just like Mia or Ella would pass away and Hollie is an absolute animal, rude]

Janis: [rolling your eyes ‘you’re predictable, I know that’]

Casey: [‘you’re the only one who’d get away with saying it and it not being total bollocks, that we both know’]

Janis: [just remembering when she asked Jimothy to rank them one time and he said Grace was the best and we were fuming lmao ‘Ella’d be more your type if she weren’t that gay’]

Casey: [‘Gracie would’ve if she didn’t take after you in reckoning I was an off limits kid in them days’ because she’s your sister not because he actually thinks she’s cute or anything]

Janis: [just kicking you in not a flirty manner under this table like shut up]

Casey: [a look like well it’s true, 1000% his type for what he was trying to achieve ‘would’ve got back to you if it had been her, can’t believe I bothered with Asia for sod all’]

Janis: [we’re scowling lmao ‘I doubt it pained you that much, boy’]

Casey: [‘you forgot what her teeth are like?’ Trying to amuse you but also fr, that would be dangerous lol]

Janis: [doing a little ha kind of lol ‘I hope it hurt’ but not seriously at this point]

Casey: [‘course, you never even heard, waited ages for you to bring it up’ cos genuinely gutted at the time that you didn’t find out as it was the entire point]

Janis: [‘when was it?’ shrugging like no, I obviously didn’t hear]

Casey: [telling her when it was and lowkey what went down without going into any deets more than where he ran into her and that sort of thing]

Janis: [just shaking our head ‘weren’t really bothering with messing with them by that point, I guess’]

Casey: [another shrug because obvs he knows that, he knows everything you were and weren’t doing at that point in time because crush ‘you should’ve told her, she might not have been so keen on calling us by his name’ because you can’t tell me she wouldn’t have called him Jimothy, I’m sorry, she’s just that bitch]

Janis: [‘I fucking hate her’ ‘cos we were fuming anyway but that’s really horrible and we’re not okay, rubbing your leg with our foot where we previously kicked it because sorry ‘be the first trying to get him post divorce’ trying to make it sound vaguely jokey but it’s a horrifying thought so it’s not hitting like that]

Casey: [when you don’t acknowledge it, even her physical apology, because you’re not acknowledging how fucked up that actually was of Asia seeing as you used her too and also it’s so long ago it’s basically irrelevant given everything that’s happened lately ‘sure there’ll be a list for that an’ all’ like Jimothy is still so in demand like y’all were as teens, it’ll be like an Agatha Raisin when a new man rocks up to the village]

Janis: [when you can’t remotely think about that actually, despite you being the one who brought it up and have already moved on in many ways, just doing your own shrug]

Casey: [‘be like you’ve died, all the lasagnes and that they’ll be bringing him round’ too true even though Jimothy can cook and look after himself better than most divorced useless dudes, it’s a shameless ploy]

Janis: [‘lucky him’ as if there’s anything about this to be wanting or jealous over]

Casey: [‘Ian had the time of his life with his go’ cos imagine what it would have been like when their mum disappeared and it was in the papers and everything, all the nosey hoes just appearing ‘surprised he ain’t bumped this missus off too to try and get another’]

Janis: [‘I bet, s’only reason I exist, know the score’ because we all remember what Caleb did]

Casey: [‘lucky me’ with more feeling than that suggests, because so glad you exist even though that situation was and is so fucked up]

Janis: [doing a little ta-da like here I am but carrying on eating like our life depends on it now]

Casey: [‘I’d have killed him if I weren’t beat to it’ cos we mean that wholeheartedly, fuck Caleb, said like I’m doubly lucky it wasn’t me who did or we’d not be here like this rn]

Janis: [‘as short of enemies as he was baby mama’s and kids’ shaking your head like what can you do ‘Rih and Gracie would be the only ones I’m proper related to’ like again, tah so much sir]

Casey: [a look like yeah okay I see that but I raise you Jimothy and Bobby who we think are both useless flops and are the only family we have that we know of]

Janis: [‘I’m not gonna concede the point’ but we’re 😏 too]

Casey: [‘have it, you’re giving me a new family, least I can do, like’ because marrying in but also babies]

Janis: [‘so generous, you’]

Casey: [leaning across the table again but to kiss her on the forehead this time like yep that’s me]

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zukuist · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

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Queer Satanic: No Hierarchies – Only Vibes

'… we’d love to hear more about y’all … as a meme page and a quasi-group? collective? whatever y’all wanna say. In your ideology what are some more positive aspects of y’all? Because from what Tyler said, from what y’all had to say, … y’all sound great?' 'Don’t take this the wrong way, but y’all seem like the chillest anarchists I’ve ever met.'

Dixieland of the Proletariat, Episode 66 “Hail Satan” w/Queer Satanic Heretics (Timestamp 1:12:55)

'Just gotta find myself a good community similar ...' 'I just want a fun Satanic group that isn’t garbage filled with manipulative leaders.' 'How do I join you?' 'Why don’t you start an organization?'

Evergreen Memes for Queer Satanic Fiends Facebook page comments

From the very moment we committed our story to written word—what The Satanic Temple calls our “manifestos” and very graciously included copies of in their federal court filings against us (please see Exhibit 5 – Document #1, Attachment #5, and Exhibit 5 – Document #26, Attachment #5)—we have received commentary like this.

Even in the latter (Exhibit 5, Document #26, Attachment #5), there is a similar comment from a third-party that TST uses as the basis for one of their newer throw-spaghetti-on-the-wall-and-see-if-it-sticks claims against us.

Queer Satanic has never been and was never intended to be an organization or official “group.” We have no organization, no members, and no hierarchy. Even the name “Queer Satanic” stemmed from the original meme page, "Evergreen Memes for Queer Satanic Fiends" and handle @QueerSatanicMemes, which we then shortened and used across social media platforms in order to spread the word of TST’s SLAPP suit against us. That's a lawsuit that – regardless of any personal feelings – bound us together (so far indefinitely) into a group called “defendants.”

"Queer Satanic" was a moniker that fit us, that reflected the values that led to our ousting as heretics, and the principles that we wished to embrace in our lives. To put it shortly:

Queer Satanic is not an organization. Queer Satanic is vibes.

While we have remained in touch with folks who were also kicked out or who left of their own accord, those relationships are loose, purely social, and do not form any sort of official group or organization.

We’d strongly encourage you to listen to our response to Dixieland of the Proletariat’s question in the podcast quoted above, or read some of our answers to similar questions on Tumblr over the years (1) (2), but since we still get these questions, we are more than happy to send out a few words of encouragement.

Don’t wait for someone else to make the perfect group for you. Make your own collective.

You don’t have to be a leader, and we’d personally advise against hierarchies altogether. Our experiences and the experiences of others who support us across the nation (or world, perhaps?) show that if you are asking for such a group, there are assuredly folks near you who would also appreciate such a group. The ideal collectives are not worldwide, not nationwide, not even statewide. They are localized communities without hierarchies who share values, serve a need, and agree on a course of action. Preferably, direct action.

Don’t look to us or anyone else to serve your needs; surely we will disappoint you. Instead, create the group that you need. Know that once the group has completely fulfilled that need, it may very well dissipate. But that’s OK – that’s the lifecycle of groups. The camaraderie you form with your fellow members may extend into another group that forms another purpose later; it may last a lifetime. Or it may only be appropriate for and last for that moment. Who can say.

There’s plenty of reading that can be done on the subject by people much more qualified than we are and with more experience than we have, if you need some inspiration or a deeper basis to draw on. We’ll link a few below to get you started, but please understand people are fallible, and so are these resources.

The driving force behind creating your own group and becoming an adversary to your most pressing tyrannies has to come from you.

We can’t wait to see what amazing things you do.

Remember: No hierarchies. Only vibes.

How to Form an Affinity Group – CrimethInc

Relative to their small size, affinity groups can achieve a disproportionately powerful impact. In contrast to traditional top-down structures, they are free to adapt to any situation, they need not pass their decisions through a complicated process of ratification, and all the participants can act and react instantly without waiting for orders—yet with a clear idea of what to expect from one another. ... Most important of all, affinity groups are motivated by shared desire and loyalty, rather than profit, duty, or any other compensation or abstraction.

Organizing Communities – Tom Knoche

People get involved with groups because they present an opportunity for them to gain something they want. It may be tangible or intangible, but the motivation to get involved comes with an expectation of relatively short-term gratification. The job of community organizations is to facilitate a process where groups of people with similar needs or problems learn to work together for the benefit of all. Through this process, people learn to work cooperatively and learn that their informal association can usually solve problems more effectively and quickly than established organizations.

The Intersections of Anarchism And Community Organizing – Dave

Organizing is not about telling people what to do, nor should organizers go into a community with solutions to problems one identifies as an outsider. Community organizing is a bottom-up process which focuses on solutions to issues established by people who live in the community. One does not have to live in the same place as one organizes, nor does one have to fill the exact same social categories as those you are organizing with (though it definitley would help). The strength of any organizing drive is the potency of the political relationships its participants have with each other and how those relationships move the participants toward challenging relations of power.

#Queer Satanic Heretics #The Satanic Temple #Satanism #Anarcho-Satanism #anarcho satanism #affinity groups #Dixieland of the Proletariat

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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amimimi · 3 years

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hii! can i request sugar daddy!cherry blossom x reader? i feel like he'd be a super romantic type of sugar daddy who would totally make the sugar baby fall in love hahahah

hi! cherry as a sugar daddy is the sexiest thing i’ve heard all week omfg. also! i went light on the nsfw content bc i didn’t know if you wanted to explore that? i apologize in advance for spelling/grammatical errors!

warnings: nsfw (towards the end!) , sugar daddy/baby relationship

pairings: cherry blossom x reader

word count: 977

sugar daddy!cherry

we all know cherry is rich af

he has his own calligraphy company and he has a skateboard that plays lullaby’s for him at night...yea he got that money

i don’t think cherry initially wants or even thinks about having a sugar baby

joe is the one who brings it up to him at their weekly dinners

he’s teasing cherry about the fact that cherry’s romantic life is dead and telling him that AI cannot replicate human affection

and cherry calls joe a whore, and joe’s like “and what about??”

but that whole interaction does have cherry thinking

intimacy...sounds intriguing....

but cherry doesn’t want to date/have a partner, he thinks it’s messy and time consuming

he figures a sugar daddy/baby relationship might be the way to go for him? It requires laying boundaries out on the table beforehand and it just seems less messy in his head

so y’all meet on an arrangement app and congratulations, you now have the most romantic, sexiest sugar daddy in all of okinawa

cherry is canonly romantic af and strategic about it too—like he does not do parked car talks or ask you to come over just because

he’s constantly mapping out your dates with your interests in mind, like full day planned

which is great if you don’t wanna do sh*t

in the beginning, cherry is very formal and while it is romantic, it feels a lil impersonal

he’s just kinda stiff with you and he doesn’t mean to be!

like you’re cute! you’re charming! you’re sweet! it’s just that cherry feels a little out of his depth

he’s only been intimate with carla...a skateboard...so everything feels a lil strained for him in the beginning

but cherry begins to realized how fun it is to woo you

he finds himself planning out beachside picnics (catered of course), he’s trying to figure out what kind of shoes/clothing to buy you (yeah, he could just take you to a mall and let you go crazy, but the challenge of picking out the perfect outfit is just too fun)

so after a month or so, cherry gets into the groove of things and you’re allowed to experience him in his full glory

takes you out to expensive ass restaurants you didn’t even know existed and if you wear the dress he gifted to you, his eyes will twinkle and the most gentle smile will grace his face

no...no because imagine the both of y’all seated across from each other, but you’re both leaning toward each other, whispering over the gentle music of the restaurant.

and he brushes the back of his knuckles across your cheek and YO HE’S WEARING RINGS AND YOU JUST LET YOUR FACE REST THERE

will send flowers to your apartment just to let you know he's thinking of you <3

you send him cute selfies or screenshots of funny tweets you saw and he eats that shit up

when you sneak and take pictures of him, he shakes his head and rolls his eyes—you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he just finds everything you do so endearing

during their weekly dinners, joe catches cherry grinning at his phone several times and he's like "aww, lil kaoru took my advice, huh? >:)"

instantly ruins cherry's mood

but cherry knows it himself that you've gotten to him

he feels lighter since the two of you had met

i feel like cherry is one of those people that thinks they have self-control over their emotions

key word is thinks

even if he does end up developing feelings for you, he won’t cross any of the boundaries the both of you laid out—he’d only speak up if he was sure that you felt the same way

sometimes, though, when he watches you talk about your wacky day or when you look at him with a familiar sense of adoration shimmering in your eyes— he thinks about asking if he could be your boyfriend right then and there

yea yea, but ANWAYS let’s get to the sexy stuff

i feel like it would also take a while for cherry to start to feel comfortable enough to be physically intimate with you

he makes sure that even sex with him is romantic

you know, rose petals, a lil champagne, candles—the whole shebang

atmosphere is key!

he’s thee most unselfish lover

he’ll eat you out until his jaw locks and baby, his mouth is divine. he will purposefully moan and hum against you because the squeals you let out make his brain feel all fuzzy

he just gets off on showering you with love and gets so caught up in ensuring your pleasure, he kinda forgets about his own

he will make you cum multiple times, back to back, and you have to stop him because you wanna make him cum too

when you give him head, he prefers to be laying up against the headboard with you lying between his thighs, ass up

he’ll let his hand rest against the back of your head, gently guiding you and encouraging you

or he’ll push your hair back from your face so he can properly see your face

or he’ll just gently caress your face as he watches you, eye glossed over and full of lust

AND HE'S SO GOOD AT AFTERCARE!!

even if y'all don't do anything "extreme", he just wants to tend to you

"what do you need, love?"-he literally just offers himself up to you

he'll have water ready in one of those sexy ass vase's (?) and will pour you a cup regardless on whether you ask

runs you a warm bath with your choice of essential oil

he'll give you privacy if you'd like, but if you want him close, he'll bathe with you, letting you rest against his chest

you're his baby and he won't let you forget it

notes: the quarter just started so I apologize for the lag!

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity x reader #cherry blossom x reader #kaoru sakurayashiki x reader #cherry blossom smut #smut

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theconstantsidekick · 3 years

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The Whole World Is Watching (2) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, OC x Stark!Reader (brief)

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst.

Summary: Sam and Bucky call on the only Stark left in the Superhero business—codename Static—to help take down the Flag Smashers. Only problem is, she’s pretty damn reluctant.

(These scenes incorporate y/n into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced)

Warnings: Swearing, kinda.

a/n: Aight, aight. Here’s the skinny; I function purely on attention and praise, so please leave a comment. I’m a narcissist; I make no apologies. Let me know what you guys think, I love reading your hot takes. Entertain me in exchange for all the entertainment I’m providing you. No, but seriously, let me know what you guys think, always love to hear from y’all. Also oh, the tag list is open.

sidenote: would ya’ll be interested in flashbacks to previous MCU films explaining the reader’s origin? Also, there may or may not be a hidden easter egg for Sebastian Stan fans. Reblog if you find it!

The Whole World Is Watching (1) | The Whole World Is Watching (3) | Series Masterlist

“Well, I got nothin',” Bucky informs as they all walk back into Zemo’s place after what was a very unsuccessful attempt at gathering information at the camp. “No one's talkin' about Donya,” he states while walking over to the couch, with Sam in tow. Zemo makes his way over to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Y/n positions herself next to the pillar closest to the entrance, leaning on it with her shoulder.

“Yeah, it's because Karli is the only one fighting for them,” Sam explains. Bucky sighs audibly and sits down. “And she's not wrong,” Sam adds.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asks as he watches him take a seat diagonal to him.

“For five years, people have been welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbwire. There were houses and jobs. Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild,” Sam argues. “It wasn't just one community coming together, it was the entire world coming together. And then, boom.” he snaps his fingers, “Just like that, it goes right back to the way it used to be. To them, at least Karli's doin' somethin'.”

“You really think her ends justify her means? Then, she's no different than him,” Bucky counters, pointing at Zemo who’s… brewing them tea??? Regardless he continues, “or anybody else we've fought.”

“She's different. She's not motivated by the same things,” Sam states.

Bucky looks ahead as Zemo approaches them with a tray carrying their fucking tea? “That little girl. What'd she tell you?” He asks.

Zemo hesitates. Bucky can tell he’s weighing his options. Calculating how much information to give up to be helpful enough to keep around but not so helpful that he becomes redundant. After a few seconds of heavy silence, Zemo says, “The funeral is this afternoon.” He sets the tray down on the coffee table in front of them. He picks up a glass of it for himself.

“You know the Dora's coming for you any minute,” Bucky warns. “In fact, they're probably lurking outside right now,” he nods towards the door, “Keep talking,” Bucky states.

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli.” Zemo hums, “ I prefer to keep my leverage.”

And all the shit Bucky’s been through today comes barrelling out. He doesn’t know why he’s so fucking angry over a pretty dame distrusting him but he is. He’s also pissed off the Wakandans, the only people who helped him when no one else could, for this fur coat-wearing douche, and he’s had enough.

He calmly gets off the couch, steps towards Zemo pulls the glass of tea out of his hands, and throws it violently at the wall. “You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?”

Zemo looks absolutely petrified, and sue Bucky, he fucking relishes in it.

Sam quickly steps up to the two, pushing Bucky away, “Take it easy. Don't engage him. He's just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing.”

At Sam’s words, Zemo un-tilts his head.

But Bucky’s still seething.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see Sam look over Bucky’s shoulder, and nod in his and Zemo’s direction. And a second later there is a hand on his right shoulder.

“James,” is all Y/n says.

Bucky angrily shrugs his shoulder to escape from the contact and is weirdly upset when he’s successful.

“I’m gonna make a call,” Sam calls out. “You got this?” He asks Y/n, who presumably nods in response, because then he begins walking away, with a friendly smack to Bucky’s shoulder.

“You want some cherry blossom tea?” Zemo inquired, with mock innocence.

“No, you go ahead,” Bucky replied with disdain clear in his tone, finally tearing his eyes away from Zemo and walking away to the kitchen.

“James?” Y/n calls him, following him.

Bucky wants to avoid this conversation with everything in him. But he can't.

He leans over the kitchen island, resting his hand on the tabletop at the head of the table, with his back to the windows.

“Hey?” She tries again.

“What?” He snaps at her. He’s finally looking at her, where she’s standing diagonal to him. She’s changed out of the sheer blouse from the night before and discarded the blazer as well. Opting instead for a white turtleneck sweater, with an oversized full sleeve beige collared shirt on top. The first few buttons are undone and sleeves rolled up. The faded cerulean blue of the wide-leg pants from last night with the addition of the beige shirt makes her match with the brown and blue of their surroundings; ancient yet beautiful and terrifyingly unmoving.

She doesn’t flinch away from him like he’d expected, only her face goes blank as she puts her hands into her pockets. And the sudden switch to her calm demeanor along with the dexterity of her actions informs Bucky that he might just have fucked up.

“I understand you’re upset with me, but you called me on this mission. You asked me to help you out... I was doing my job, and if that pisses you, I’m sorry to inform you, I’m gonna need you to eat your damn snickers and suck it up, Sergeant.” She states with finality that leaves no room for disagreement. “I didn’t want to be here, but now that I am; I have no intentions of fucking up the job just cause a pretty boy spun me around on the dancefloor.”

Bucky feels like he’s been gut-punched. While he hates the coldness in her tone, he can’t help but think that it matches the one in his own that he's had every time he’s addressed her since the morning.

Hold up, did she just call me pretty?

Before he can say something, anything (not that he knows what he would), Sam’s coming back into the room. “Sharon’s gonna keep a lookout,” he informs them as he pockets his phone. He turns to Y/n, “You think you got any strings you could pull?”

Y/n turns to Sam, shaking her slowly from side to side, contemplating and saying, “There might be some Stark satellites I could borrow.”

She pulls out her phone and walks away.

“You pissed her off,” Sam declares walking over to him while looking over at Zemo behind them who’s apparently enjoying the whole show with a glass of tea in his hand as he sits on the couch.

“What makes you say that?” Bucky asks, petulantly trying to avoid the accurate accusation.

“Call it intuition.” Sam stands next to him, looking towards the windows. His head cocks over to Bucky when he asks, “What happened?”

“You know what happened; she followed me.”

“Kinda what we called her for.”

“So she says.”

“But..?” Sam urges him.

Bucky exhales, “I can’t—I can’t explain it… Just thought it’d be different now...”

“Now that you thought you two had become friends,” Sam summarizes.

Bucky can’t help but grumble in response. He doesn’t want to agree but he also can’t disagree cause Sam is right. Sam lets out a soft short laugh and pats him lightly on the shoulder.

“The big bad cyborg’s got a crush,” Sam sings, as he walks over to the couch.

“I don’t have a—” Bucky’s cut off as Y/n walks into the room still on her phone.

“—for the last time; it is not hacking if I give you the damn access codes!” She screams into the phone.

“God, you must be real fun at parties,” the voice on the other side, a man replies, sarcastically. Bucky shouldn’t be listening, but sometimes he can’t shut off his hearing, and other times he’s just nosy. This might be either of those two times. He’s not gonna bother clarifying, even to himself. “Anyway, what do I get if I do this?” the voice asks.

“Nothing. Consider this your legal fees for the shit you pulled with that Carter Baizen kid,” She replies still annoyed. Her brows are furrowed and she’s clutching onto the phone pretty tightly in one hand while the other is in her pocket as she’s pacing around.

“He was blackmailing girls with those pictures. What did you expect me to do? Just stand by and watch?” the man argues, finally losing the casual tone.

“Fuck no. This is not me reprimanding you for doing it, it’s me reprimanding you for getting caught!” She throws back.

“Well,” the casual tone is back, “pardon me, I was half a bottle down some really strong vodka.”

“That’s the damn lesson, airhead,” she says exasperatedly, throwing her head back, “Don’t revenge hack when drunk.”

“Di—did you just call me an airhead?” The man asks, rhetorically with a chuckle. Y/n exhales heavily like he’s grating down the last ounce of patience she’s spent years upon years gathering. “What are you, a 100 years old? Oh, wait—”

“—Alright, junior. I’m hanging up now—” she begins taking her phone off her ear.

“Oooh, did I hurt your feelings, grandma?” the man mocks.

“Harley Keener, you’re on thin fucking ice!” She shouts into the phone before hanging up.

All three men look back at her in shock, never having seen her lose her cool like that before. She, however, slips back into her unfazed demeanor instantly, putting her phone back into her pocket. When she realizes all three of them are staring at her with their jaws wide open she cocks her eyebrow and says, “We’ll have something in a couple minutes.”

She walks over to the coffee table, picking up a glass, and begins sipping the tea. She nods her head in favor of the taste, then looks over to Zemo, “Pretty good.”

“Glad you like it,” Zemo replies, still pretty lost in the scene that just unfolded in front of him.

A couple minutes pass in tense silence before Zemo breaks it, “Shall we?” getting off the couch and gesturing at the door.

They all begin to walk out when Y/n’s phone rings. She pulls it out, puts it on speaker. “Hey junior, you’re on speaker.”

“Greetings skimpy latex wearers,” The man, Harley sings out mockingly.

Y/n just grumbles in discontent in response before asking, “You got anything or not, kid?” She asks as they all fall out of the door stepping onto the sidewalk. Zemo up head, Sam and Y/n side to side, with Bucky in toe.

“Yeah yeah, don’t get grumpy on me just yet,” Harley chides. “Not much on the flag smashers front, I could crack their app but—”

“—Absolutely not. Stay out of it,” Y/n warns. And suddenly Bucky realizes why she was so easily rattled by the kid. She’s treating him like a kid… like her responsibility.

“—you won’t let me.” Harley finishes, “Which is stupid.”

“Harley,” She warns again.

“But… I did find something else. Not that you asked for it but thought you'd wanna know that the new Captain America and his sidekick are on their way to intercept you in—”

Before Harley can finish the sentence, John Walker and Lemar Hoskins are running down a flight of stairs in the middle of the street and walking towards them as Walker screams out, “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.”

All four of them walk out onto the main road.

“Already intercepted.” Y/n says into the phone as Bucky shouts out to them, “Ah! How'd you find us now?”

“Ah shit. Sorry,” Harley curses.

“Nah. Not on you. But great catch, kid. Text me if you find something else.” She hangs up as all of them walk over to John and Lemar.

Meanwhile, Lemar shouts out, “Come on, man. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?”

“No more keeping us in the dark,” Walker declares. “You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,” he says, pointing towards Zemo.

“He did that himself, technically,” Bucky defends.

“This better be an unbelievable explana—” Walker shouts while walking towards him as they all collide at the bottom of the staircase.

“Hey, take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam interrupts Walker, stepping in between and holding him back with an arm on his chest. Simultaneously he notices Y/n step up to flank him in his periphery.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo exclaims and begins walking away slightly to his left.

Only to be stopped by Walker with a hand to his chest. “Well, where?” he asks.

“All we know is, it's a memorial. So, we're gonna intercept her there,” Sam explains while Zemo pushes Walker aside and begins walking again. The rest follow him.

“That means civilians. High risk of casualties,” Lamar assesses.

“All right, good, we'll move in fast. Take her by surprise,” Walker states.

Who the fuck told Walker he was in charge?

“No, I wanna talk to her alone,” Sam interrupts.

“I'm not losing her again,” Walker spits out.

And Sam’s gotta be a saint for all the patience he answers with, “Look, the person closest to her died, she's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now.”

“What? No. Wait, no!” Walker jogs up ahead to overtake Bucky and Zemo ahead of him. Lemar follows suit. “No! Stop. Hold on. Stop, okay?” He shouts out, stopping everyone in their tracks. “I think we're way past reasoning with her unless you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it.”

Bucky keeps imagining how much fun it would be to look at Walker with a black eye. And then, how much more fun it'd be to be the one who puts it there.

“Sam, you walk in there cold, she could kill you,” Lemar tries.

“If I go in hot and the op goes wrong, more people will die,” Sam counters.

“You're gonna let him do this? Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a Super Soldier alone?” Walker asks, turning to Bucky, voice laced with condescension.

“He's dealt with worse,” Bucky defends easily. And just for safety’s sake, “And he's not my partner.”

Walker exhales audibly then looks at the back, where Y/n is standing silent yet observant, behind the three men. Bucky’s head turns with Walker’s gaze.

“You're really not gonna stop them?” Walker chides. “Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?”

“Whoever told you that?” Y/n throws back with a cocked eyebrow, “I’m just the very good-looking muscle.” She nods over to Sam, “He’s the one who calls the shots.” When she looks back at Walker her glare is so cold, Bucky’s impressed that Walker doesn’t just run away and hide.

“I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse,” Sam reasons as he walks over to the front over to Walker, from behind Bucky. He’s trying to diffuse the tension, Bucky realizes.

“Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea,” Walker argues.

“Wait, John. If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try,” Lemar ventures, looking over at Walker. Bucky thinks he probably wouldn’t have minded Lemar if he wasn’t associated with Walker.

Walker doesn’t respond. The silence stretches out until Y/n chimes in from the back, “You heard the boss. You either move out of the way… or I. Move. You.”

And fuck him, Bucky doesn’t know if the threat should make his insides so damn giddy and… warm, but it does. It’s not even aimed at him but the sheer severity of her voice is doing things to Bucky that he’d rather it didn’t. Especially for his best friend’s girl. Well, a voice inside of him calls out, ‘ex’ girl.

Bucky can’t do anything but mentally shake his head and tell his inner monologue to shut the fuck up.

Walker, on the other hand, takes the threat as intended. He scoffs and moves out of the way before adding, “We'll deal with you later,” pointing at Zemo.

“I'm sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion,” Zemo remarks sarcastically, hands flying up. He points to the little girl from the camp this morning, standing ahead of them, and says, “My associate is just up ahead.”

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Part Fourteen of the More to Love Series

Summary: The wedding is in a week, and you’re suddenly very aware of how little time you have left to figure out what to do. You decide to take matters into your own hands, and formulate a plan. Din invites you to a night of experience, and you admit a simple truth to him.

Word Count: 11.8k words, NO USE OF ‘y/n’

Warnings: SMUT (PiV, a little degradation, praise, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk), use of alcohol, drunkness, mentions of scars, sexual harassment

Author’s note: HELLOOOO! this is a fun chapter, and i just wanna let y’all know that we are in the endgame now 😭. don’t worry, i still have so many plans for both the princess and din and just the whole world that MTL is set in. thank you for all the support on this story! it never ends and i will forever be thankful for your love!

Part thirteen

You were a fool for thinking the castle would start to settle down after the ball passed. Alternatively, the planning did not lessen, but instead shifted from masquerade prep to wedding prep. The decorations were taken out, and new samples were brought in. It was made very clear to you that this was really Korkie’s wedding and not your own, because every decision and plan that was made was done without your input.

It had been a few days since Din told you everything, and he truly told you everything. You had plenty of time to reflect on it, and process everything. You worked so hard to gain perspective on it, to try and give your future family the benefit of the doubt, and to understand the full situation. However, you ultimately sided with Din, your heart aching for the situation he was placed in. It had been apparent that he would not have told you any of that if he did not hold immense trust in his heart for you, and the word Ka’rta over grew into your thoughts for all these days. The both of you had agreed to tone things down, deciding it would be a fair middle ground. Less nightly endeavors would keep you two apart, and therefore less suspicious, but it especially made the reunions of passion more sweet.

Your mother was long gone, she left three days ago, and finally you felt that you had the palace to yourself again without Hugo and various other guests breathing down your neck. Your time as Corellian Princess was in it’s endgame now as your imminent marriage to Korkie was just on the horizon, and you still had no idea how to escape from it. Most of your days, you spent making up excuses for missing afternoon tea, and trying extra bites of potential wedding cake flavors in the kitchen. Regardless of what you did, however, Din was always there with you, three paces behind. You were also given the opportunity to dismiss him more often now. The eager infatuation with him has slowly become a steady understanding of feelings, and the two of you were able to fall into a groove without the anxiety of wondering how the other felt, and how long it would be until you reunited. Tradition and duty had lightened up as well, and there were less eyes on how Din was treating you, which gave you the liberty to give him back an ounce of his life.

This was one of the best things to ever happen to Din. You would retire to your room early every night, hoping no one would wonder if you were ill, and because you were away from the eye of Kryze, you could allow Din to leave the castle early. At seven, sometimes even six, he would go home to his son. It made everyone happy, and that is why it was important to happen. This was much preferred over a midnight dismissal. You also noticed a change in Din’s presence after this change was made. He was springier, chuckling more, even sitting down when the two of you were alone. He had finally relaxed around you, and you accredit to the pure fact that he was finally getting more rest.

Those were your favorite parts of the day: when you and Din would find a quiet corner in the library, or maybe an empty sitting room, and he would just tell you about the world. He had been everywhere, you were convinced. He went into detail of cities in Coruscant, explaining how they have extravagant silk markets and countless taverns with exotic drinks. He described the heat of the desert, and how he once had to search for a merchant’s missing camel in return for clean water, a story that led to one of the scars on his back and a very rational fear of the desert at night. His favorite place to tell you about, however, was his home. The Nevarro Frontier clearly had a special place in his heart, and he spoke fondly of it’s tall mountains and tight-knit communities.

“Nothing like the Mandalore you know.” He would sigh. A kingdom that may have been fantastic on the outside, but was riddled with war and political division and heartache on the inside. “Maybe I can take you there someday.”

It was those words that sparked your imagination, and the plan began to formulate.

The real dilemma you had been in all this time was trying to figure out how to live happily with a man you truly loved, but also protect your kingdom, home and family. It was a delicate situation, one with many sighs and frustrated nights. However, after Din explained his battle with Bo to you, it’s resolution was slowly becoming more clear. There had to be a way you could win in this story. You would not give hope on that truth.

When Din mentioned taking you to his home, you realized that there was very little keeping you from up and leaving Mandalore in the night. It would be a scandal, it would probably cause an all-out war, but it was worth a try, or at least a dream.

Now, when you had afternoon conversations with Din in the library, you were studying maps of the world. You familiarize yourself with the terrain of Mandalore, how long it might take to get to the Sundari Front, and drawing out escape routes on the backs. Din assumed you had thrown yourself into cartography so you could grasp his stories and adventures fully, which wasn’t altogether false, but it went deeper than that. You tried to keep it under control, but you were slowly becoming more and more consumed by your studies: a recurring issue in your life.

Din hadn’t realized you were becoming obsessed with the geography of the world until about a week after the ball, when you fell asleep by candlelight at a table in the library, your face smushed into the parchment of a map depicting some old blueprints that he had paid no attention to, and your hair falling over your eyes. It was almost dawn, and he had come back from his time with his son already, distressed to see no one had the courtesy to wake you up and take you to your room. He didn’t really expect much else from Mandalore, however.

Din blows out the candle, and gently picks you up, being extra careful not to wake you, and carries you bridal-style out of the library and to your suite. It was these moments that Din looked forward to the most. When he did not have to put on a face, when he did not have a million rules to follow. When your sleepy head rests into his chest, and he can look upon your face with his own eyes, no helmet to obstruct it.

As Din looked upon your resting face, there was much he realized. He first noticed that scar on your body that he hadn’t seen before, and swiped his thumb over it. He also studied the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, how you were perfectly still, and yet completely full of life and beauty and pure goodness as you slept. Din deeply admired how much you cared, how much you cared about everything. The wellbeing of the staff, the customs of Mandalore, him. You threw yourself into your passions, and you had a deep love for the hobbies and aspects of your life that no one else he knew possessed. You were a dedicated person, and he found both attraction and respect ino that.

Din also realized a fundamental truth at the very moment the sky began to lighten up, your cracked balcony doors letting the curtains blow into the suite dreamily. Din felt at peace. It had been so long since he felt peaceful. Too long. He felt the same type of peace here with you that he would normally feel sleeping under the stars with his son nestled to his side. Or the same feeling of peace that he felt when he held his son for the first time. It was a rare feeling, and it was pure. It was so rare that it was only saved for the people most important to him in his life.

You woke up a few hours later, changed out of the pale yellow gown you fell asleep in. Din had not only put you in your nightgown, but had taken the time to pull your hair so it was out of your face. He was more thoughtful than you could have ever imagined. The Knight sits with his back against your door, helmet tilted up at the ceiling, and you wonder if he slept, and why he was not in bed with you. You had invited him several times, and wished he would fulfill the request.

As soon as you sit up in bed, his head lifts, and he stands at attention.

You yawn before speaking, “Were you resting?” You ask, stretching your arms over your head. He shakes his head in response. “What were you doing?” You ask, your arms coming down to rest on your mattress.

“Listening?”

“For?”

He shrugs, “The birds at first, but then it was footsteps. I didn’t want to get caught waiting for you to wake up.” He sighs.

“Well… I wish you would have listened in bed with me.” You glance over at the empty spot next to you. He doesn’t respond, and you are reminded that in many ways, he is still the silent knight you first met from three weeks ago. Din walks over to you, and you smile as he does.

“Did I wake you last night?” He asks, and you were honestly confused about what he was asking. He sensed the confusion, he was always so good at reading you, “When I carried you from the library here?”

“What?” And then you remembered, your eyes blowing wide. “Shit!” You jump out of bed. “What time is it?”

“Uh…”

“Is the rest of the staff awake?” You let your hair down, and slide on the pink satin slippers on the floor of your bed.

“What?”

“Did you bring the map I was studying?” You look up at his emotionless helmet.

“…No?” To be truthful, he didn’t even take the time to glance at the map you studied, he was far too distracted by you.

“Fuck.” You muttered. Din liked it when you swore.

You thought of nothing, and hurried to the door of your suite, swinging it open and marching down the corridor. Din follows you in confusion, trying to catch up to you and bring you back to your room. You’re weary, and just woke up, so you pay no attention to Soniee who passes you in the hallway with your tea, looking at you in confusion, or the maids who were trying to sweep the floor that you scurried over. Din tried to halt you, but was never one to speak unless spoken to, especially not in public and in the presence of others, and felt unable to stop you and ask what was going on. Everyone turned heads to see the future consort in a panic, and were left with questions. Most of them shrugged and ignored it, a few began the rumors.

You practically ran down the stairs, feeling a little out of breath when you finally made it to the doors of the library. The fact that they were closed was still a good sign, and you swing the heavy door open, entering the library with haste. Your heart drops when you see the last person you wanted to this morning: Prince Korkie.

He turns to see the commotion, his eyes are shocked to not only see you out and about this early in the day, but also in your nightgown. He sputters on a ‘Good Morning’, and you don’t even hear it because you’re too panicked to see that he has the map you were reading last night in his hands. You swear in your mind, and your heart falls out of your feet. Din comes hurrying behind you.

“Princess? What is the meaning of this?” He asks, an eyebrow raised, trying to sound chipper as he greeted his fiance. You swallow thickly. Din bows for the prince, and then bends down to whisper in your ear so Korkie can’t hear it.

“Highness, please come back to your room.”

“What? Why?” You say a little too loudly, and before he can reply, the door is opening again with General Vizsla and a group of knights entering.

“Y-your gown.” Din whispers, and you look down to see that it is very sheer, far too sheer to be in the presence of your fiance… and half of the Mandalorian government. You want to shrink from the embarrassment, and notice that Korkie’s eyes are fixed on your chest. What a creep. You fold your arms over your breasts.

“What map do you have there, Prince Korkie?” You ask, trying not to make it seem too obvious that you were clearly in distress, but shaken up by your exposure and the perverted ness of the prince before you. Din wondered what in the world could be so important about that specific map. He stands behind you to cover your back side.

“What is this commotion?” Vizsla asks, interrupting your conversation.

“Nothing, General.” Korkie clears his throat. He turns to you, “Vizsla and I were just about to discuss the plans we have for… the southern border of Corellia.” Korkie awkwardly smiles. You raise an eyebrow.

“Plans?” You ask.

“Yes, you will hear in time.” Vizsla’s obnoxiously nasally voice busts in again. He was always one to unwelcomely invite himself.

You try not to roll your eyes, “And the map, Your Highness?” You repeat yourself, trying not to sound too demanding. You were still a princess, after all.

Korkie nervously chuckles, eyeing the multiple men in the room and shocked by your ambition. He takes a step forward, rolling the map up in his hands as he advances in you and Din’s direction. Din placed a discreet hand on the small of your back, hoping to reassure you. His touch was barely noticeable, but it was enough.

“Princess,” He says, sort of hushed. “You can call me Korkie in front of other people.” It was clear that he had an expectation to fill, and it would be bad on him if his fiance was still addressing him with a title a week before the wedding.

You scoff, “No, I don’t think I will.”

You hold your hand out for the map in defiance, but the prince doesn't hand it to you. He has a dark look in his eyes, one you have never seen before. Din tries to pull back on your bicep, trying to alleviate the situation, but you stay steadfast. “I will take that map now, Your highness.” You bite through the title, wanting it to cut. Korkie lifts his chin with an authoritative look, putting the rolled up map behind his back.

“Get this woman out of my meeting!” He calls out, and turns away. Your face drops, thinking you had the upper-hand, but realize that is taken away from you as two muscular guards pick you up, pulling you away from Din, and walking you out of the library. Korkie always does this, he’s madly in love with you until he’s not. It makes you remember that all of this is probably a ruse for power. Your heart and spirit drop, and you feel nothing but pure disrespect and rage. Din quickly follows. You try to writhe out of the guard’s grasp, not wanting to give up without a fight, but failing miserably. They were both very strong, probably because they had to compensate for how scrawny the Prince is.

“I can take it from here, gentlemen.” Din says, loudly, louder than you usually hear him speak. “I said I can take her!” Din yells when they don’t respond. Then, you hear the indefinite sound of a punch. These guards were still fully armored, but there was no withstanding the strength and brute force of your Knight when you were endangered. The guard Din had punched lets you go as a reaction, and you use it as an opportunity to take your now free hand and twist the wrist of the other guard off of you. All of the self-defense Din had previously taught you paid off in that moment as he yelled out in pain, not expecting your strength or skill. You were taught by the best, after all.

Now that you were free from the clutches of Korkie’s personal guards, you felt Din grab your hand and pull you. The two of you ran through the corridors, down another flight of stairs, and passed the throne room, making sure not to look back in the direction of the library. You ran parallel to the ballroom, and then finally down a final flight of stairs to the foyer of the castle. Din tugs you into a narrow hall, and down a spiral staircase. It was the way to the staff quarters, you remember from the day you went to the ocean. You were shocked and confused about what happened, and truthfully kind of exhausted. You were relieved when Din finally slowed down, and pulled you into Koska’s sister’s room. It was empty, thank the Stars.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close them!” Din says and it startles you, but you do it. He pulls his helmet off with haste, tossing it to the floor with a clang. Din places both of his strong hands on either side of your face, pulling you towards him and then kisses you with so much force and hunger that you stumble back in surprise, your eyes cracking open for just a split second. You didn’t see much, because his face was so squished into yours. All you caught a glimpse of was his eyelashes for a millisecond, but that was enough. Din is pushing you against the wall, pinning you to it, and kissing you so hard that you have to pull away to get some air. “I don’t think I have ever been as attracted to you as I was when you stood up to that prick.” He chuckles, and you hum back. Din takes a deep breath before speaking up again, “What was on that map?” He asks, out of breath, too.

You sigh, sort of embarrassed, eyes still shut tightly, “It was the tunnel plans of the castle.”

“What, you mean the blueprints?”

“Yes.” Your eyes stay closed.

“The blueprints that are at least three-hundred years old?”

“Mhm.”

“How did you get your royal hands on those?” Din asks, baffled.

“It doesn’t matter! What does matter is that I made notes on the back of the map!” You blurt, feeling shame, “I wrote the estimated times it would take and which halls to take from my room!” You groan, so badly wanting to open your eyes. You remembered what you said to yourself all those weeks ago, however, reminding yourself that it should be his choice to show you his face and no one else’s. You sigh, “The Prince isn’t stupid! I’m sure he thinks I’m plotting something now!” You hope you don’t sound too panicked, but if you were being honest, you were. Din sighs, clearly frustrated, although you weren’t sure if he was sexually or emotionally… or a little bit of both. “I’m sorry.” You sigh, your hands coming up and searching for his shoulders. “I should not have been so careless.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” You weren’t expecting him to agree with you, he usually doesn’t. He takes a calming breath, “…Are you plotting something?” He asks, his eyes moving between your closed eyelids in search of a non-verbal answer that he’ll never receive.

You don’t want to answer, but know you don’t have a choice. “Yes.” You feel guilty after saying it, although you aren’t sure why. Din exhales deeply this time. “But listen! We could run! I don’t have to stay here! We can fix this! We can get into Coruscant and they’ll never come looking for us, and then we can go to Nevarro, go to your home! We’ll take your son-“

“Rue.”

“What?”

“My son, his name is Rue.”

Rue. It was simple, to the point, just like Din’s. You liked it. “We’ll take Rue! Please, Din, we need to! It will be the only way we will ever be happy!” Your thumbs rub into the thick skin of his neck. You didn’t mean to vomit so much information on him at once, but he didn’t really give you an option.

He exhales deeply, and you know he’s processing everything you just told him. “We can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because!” He yells and it scares you. You drop your hands, your heart rate rising. A lump grows in your throat and you silently curse your emotions for betraying you. You swallow back a tear. He walks away from you and you hear the helmet pick up from off the floor. He puts it back on his head, and you know from practice and instinct when to open your eyes. When you do, he’s sitting on the chest at the end of the bed, his head dropped and hands pressed to the edge of the wood by his sides. You frown, and walk over to him. Din pushes his head into your abdomen, and you hold him there, just existing in not-so-comfortable silence. It’s tense, and not the type of tension that you usually like to experience with I’m.

He’s surprisingly the one to speak up, however. “We can’t… because Bo will hunt me and kill me and Rue and you… she’ll kill everything I love.” His voice cracks at the same time your heart does. Did he actually…

“Not to mention the war between our kingdoms it will start. Corellia can’t support itself in a war. We both know that.” Din sighs, maybe he was telling himself this just as much as he was telling you.

You sigh. He was right and you knew it, but it didn’t keep you from wanting to run away with him any less. “Din…” He looks up at you. “We have to get that map from Korkie.” You say, more stern but still comforting this time. His head tilts in question. You sigh, feeling guilty. “I wrote something else on it.” You look away from him, your eyes trailing. His hand reaches up to grab your chin, pulling your head to look right at him. Your eyebrows furrow. “Directions to your home.” The atmosphere in the room changes. You can feel it. “I know I shouldn’t have, I know it puts Rue in danger, but it gives us all the more reason to get that map back from Korkie as soon as possible.” His hand drops from your chin. You felt terrible.

“Okay, okay. We can check the library again and… if it’s not there we’ll go confront him. We’ll get it tonight.” He nods.

“Are you sure? What if he reads it?” You were surprised how lax he was, but something told you that he was controlling himself from his true emotions.

“As far as I’m concerned, the Prince has no reason to cause me or my family any harm.” He nods.

“Not yet.”

—

You swallow, your face inches away from the door of the Prince’s bedroom. Din was around the corner of the corridor, both of you knew this was something you would have to do on your own, without his support. You had never been here before, and after ample search in the library for the map all afternoon, there was no other option. It was late, but not inappropriately late. You wore that same dress you wore weeks ago, the soft blue one that was off the shoulder one that adorned your figure elegantly. It was one of the most sophisticated gowns in your closet. More mature than most of the flowy princess ballgowns. It was a diplomatic but still ethereal fashion choice, which you desperately needed after a humiliating encounter this morning. The scar on your shoulder from the endeavor in Keldabe had mostly healed, and only had a pale pink to it. You looked back at Din, who was peering around the corner, for some reassurance. He nodded, and you took a deep breath. Two knocks would be enough. The door swings open, and you are suddenly very aware that you would have to brave this encounter without the support of your trusted Knight. Korkie is who answers the door, and he looks mildly unamused to see you.

“Princess?” He tilts his head.

“Evening, I hope it is not too late?” You suggest, keeping your voice as monotone and unwelcoming as possible. You wanted him to know that you were here for a serious matter.. You noticed he was covering the door with his body, perhaps he was hiding something from you too.

“For my fiance? Never.” You hated being called that, but if it was what it took for him to invite you into the room,you could deal with it. Korkie’s room was large, it was far more spacious than yours. It had a billowing fireplace and sitting area, the ceilings twice the height of your suite’s, and a private library pushed into the northeast corner. You familiarize yourself with your surroundings, and the heir closes the door behind you. You silently scanned the room for the map, you would have to snatch it up without it being suspicious, and you could not explicitly ask for it again. “What do I owe this honor?” He says from behind, charming as usual, although his words did seem a bit slurred. You see that an opened book sat on the seat of a chair in the sitting area. He must have been reading before you interrupted him. You turn around, and lift your chin, trying to look and sound as put together and unsuspecting as possible.

You clear your throat, “I wanted to apologize for this morning.” You nod. It wasn’t true, but you had rehearsed with Din several times the best way to stall time as you looked for the map, and this was the best way of going about. “It was inappropriate behavior, especially in front of the General.” You disagreed with your own words, and felt bad lying, but it came so naturally when done to the Prince.

Korkie sighs, and crosses over the room, looking up at a portrait above the fireplace. Your eyes still searched for your map, but had no clue where it might be. This was your first time here, after all. “Worry not, Highness.” Korkie downs a bit of brandy that was sitting for him. You didn’t like him when he was drunk.

“You’re sure?” You figured that would have made conversation more natural, but he clearly was not in the mood for propriety. He pours another drink, and even pours one for you, offering it. You shake your head and mutter a ‘no thank you’, not really wanting to get drunk tonight. Din wouldn’t touch you if you were drunk. You admired that he respected you that much, but it also deprived you of the one thing worth all the pomp and circumstance. Korkie shrugs and drinks both, and you’re frankly appalled by this conduct.

“Indeed.” He hiccups. “Everyone loves a little show.” He chuckles, and you frown. Was that all your humiliation was to him? A show? “Now, Princess,” He takes a step towards you, and you feel so unprotected. Din would have stepped in by now, you knew that. You didn’t have the same sense of security you usually had when he wasn’t at your side. “Why did you really come here?” He asks, running his hand through his hair.

“Excuse me?” You nervously laugh. How did he figure any of this out? You take steps back that mirror his, trying to keep the same amount of distance between him and you but struggling to when you hit the post of his bed, your back flush against it. Your hands wrap around the wood working, and you look up at him nervously. You felt the same as you didn’t when you were cornered and harassed in the slum of Keldabe. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You clear your throat, trying to solve something, anything. Where could that cursed map be?

“Don’t-“ He says through gritted teeth, he catches himself from lashing out, and collects his composure before speaking again. “Don’t assume I am blind.”

“I would never-“

“Liar!” He spits out and you flinch back. He laughs a few times, it’s that evil, frustrated laugh. It was the type of laugh that people do when they’re trying to calm themselves down, but in turn they simply seem more angry. You were genuinely scared, unsure of what to do in this situation. “What were the directions you wrote on the back of the map?” He asks, and you furrow your brows.

“I don’t know what you mean?” This was partially true. How did he not understand the very neat and clear directions on the back of the blueprints to the secret passages? And in all curiosity, why did he care?

Korkie grunts again. “You are foolish.” He was dangerously close to you, and you wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible. You wanted Din to come protect you, you needed him to. “Are you forgetting who you belong to?” His hand sets on your hip, and you flinch again.

“I belong to no one.” You defy.

“You belong to me.” He grits his jaw again. You closed your eyes out of instinct due to the sheer anger and tension in his tone. His breath smelled of alcohol, and you wished you had the authority to slap him. He laughs his chuckle of malice again, and then before you can blink, he leans in for a kiss. How could he? How could he take advantage of your vulnerable state like this? Your blood boiled, and just in time, you dodge his lips. You swoop under his arm, away from the bedpost and back to the security of a full room you can avoid him in. He looks at you, clearly appalled. You were dizzy, probably from adrenaline. You wished this was surprising, but it was the exact thing you expected The Prince to do. This is when you noticed the map was rolled up and on the floor beside the fireplace. The new perspective of the room is what made you see it. Had he intended to burn it?

“You know,” You say as you take a step towards the map, “You should have another drink.” You offer. ��You’re clearly tense,” You stepped between each phrase, “And it would be better for everyone.” Somewhere deep down you wanted to believe that Korkie was only acting this way because he was drunk. But you knew it wasn’t true. You realized that everything inside of you was looking for a redeemable quality in him, a reason to stay perhaps. You wanted to believe he was worth staying for, but you knew that he wasn’t, not when everything you’ve ever wanted was just outside the door.

Before Korkie can take another step towards you, you’re bolting towards the map, snatching it up in your hands and then running towards the door. The adrenaline shoots through your veins, and it only grows when you hear him growl again and his heavy footsteps run after you. You have to physically hold yourself back from squealing in stress, your hand slapping over your mouth. You rip the door open, and try slamming it behind you, but Korkie’s arm is caught in the door, and you smash it. He cries out, and the commotion makes Din run down the hall towards you to check what was going on. Korkie was able to get a hand on the collar of your dress, and he tries to pull you back in, but your strength is enough to get away. You ran to Din, who looked concerned, you could tell by his stance alone. He was tense and his hands balled in fists at his side.

Korkie pulls open the door, holding his arm to his chest, and you look back, your heart racing. You are so relieved when you make it to Din, and you grab his hand, threading your fingers into his and pulling him down the hall in the same fashion he did early that day. Several guards who heard the heir’s yell were running in all directions, but none of them paid any attention to you, thank the stars.

You think you are crying, but you aren’t sure. You felt raw fear being alone with the Prince. You never wanted to be alone with him again, never.

You keep running nonsense in the castle, not really sure where you’re going but wanting to be anywhere other than there. Din is the one to stop you after the mindless escape, pulling you into a branching hallway and against an unsightly window. He grabs both of your arms, and pulls you flush against his chest. He holds you there for a long time, and you both get a chance to catch your breath. You cry into the beskar chestplate, and feel rather foolish for reacting as such. Din was silent, and just held you, his strong arms wrapped around you as tightly as they could be.

“What did he do to you?” He asks, and you sigh out pathetically. Din repeats his question, still calm and gentle, but more urgent.

“I-I was so scared.” You stutter. Din somehow squeezes you tighter after you say this. After you collect yourself a little more, you can speak again, “he was drink-“

“Did he… touch you?”

You weren’t sure why you felt like you were in trouble, but aggressively reminded yourself that Din would never be upset with you, at least not for something like this. “Yes… But not very much, he just touched my hip and leaned in to kiss me.”

“Did he?”

“No!” You say almost defensively, “I got away just in time.” You pull away and look up at him with teary eyes. His hand comes up, and he pulls the glove off. His bar hand caresses your flushed face, swiping a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry-“

“Why?”

“I don’t know!” You breathe out shakily. “For crying I guess? For letting the map get away? For letting him touch me-“ You try to look away but his fingers catch your chin again, pulling your gaze back onto his helmet.

“Stop that. It’s not your fault. He is disgusting for doing that.” Din nods, and you swallow a sob. “Do you understand?” He asks, and you slowly nod once. “And promise me, that you’ll never ever blame yourself for anything like that ever again, okay?” You nod again. “Promise me!” He wasn’t angry or forceful, just steadfast with his words. He meant what he was saying.

“I promise.” You mutter. After you reply you hear his exhale in his armor. He pulls you against his chest again, and you can feel it move with each breath. You wished you could hear his heartbeat again like you could when you wake up next to him. You’re able to finally relax, and his embrace was the most calming thing you had ever experienced.

“I was worried sick about you.” He says, far more soft spoken than his remarks before. You didn’t verbally reply, but he was able to read how you felt. “I don’t like you being alone with him.”

“Me neither.” You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the final few tears fall out of your lashes. “All the more reason to leave.” He tenses after you say it, and his arms loosen a bit around your shoulders.

“You really want to?” He asks, you nod against his chest. “You know the possible consequences? This could mean the destruction of Corellia.”

“I know. That’s why it’s so hard. I don’t know what to do. I know what I want, and that is to leave here with you, but I don’t want my own selfishness to risk the lives of thousands who I vowed to protect.” You pull your head away from his chest.

“You… really want to live a life with me?” He asks, almost oblivious to your prior remark. You nod nod, or even say yes, but you just look up at him in all seriousness, hoping it would be enough.

It was.

“You don’t even know what I look like.” His arms drop. Did he think you a fool for that?

“We…” You debate your words, “We can change that.” You close your eyes, hoping that it would mean something to him, and maybe it did, but just as always, he didn’t show it. He just takes his cursed, gloveless hand and tilts your chin up to see him.

“In time we will, but only when it is right.” He nods.

It wasn’t the answer you wanted, but it was enough. It was more than anything he had ever given you before.

“Come on,” Din says gently, “There’s something I want to show you.” He beckons with his head down the hall, and you follow, interlocking your fingers with his again, the map in your other hand. You weren’t really sure how he was able to be so calm and reassuring, especially without showing an ounce of emotion through all of it, but it was a Godsend. You weren’t sure if Din loved you, at least not in the same way you loved him, but you were sure that he cared about you, and he wanted you to be safe and happy. And that was all you needed, for now.

“Had he read the map?” Din asks as you walk down a flight of stairs, descending the various levels of the palace and undoubtedly heading for the staff quarters again.

“I believe so.” You sigh, “Although he seemed confused about it. I think he was a little too drunk to fully comprehend, or he was giving me the benefit of the doubt.” You shrug.

“Well, at least we have it now, right?” Din asks, his head slightly turning back to look at you as he says it, and you give a nervous but relieved smile in response. The two of you loop through halls, and you’re very aware of how much the castle is winding down. Staff have retired for the night, doors were closed, even the usual laughter coming from parlors or the ballroom was silenced. Was it really that late? You didn’t really have much of a perception of time anymore after everything that had just happened.

The one part of the castle that was full of life, however, was the staff quarters. As you got closer, you could hear the usual laughter, and warm, welcoming light poured from the low corridor. Music played, it was loud, and your eyes searched for the spectacle that was just awaiting you.

“You said you wanted to get to know the staff better…”

“I did?” You ask.

“A few nights ago, you were really tired, you might not remember.” He shrugged. You didn’t really care whether or not you really said those things, what stuck out to you, however was that Din remembered that. He was observant enough to remember specific phrases you said, and not any phrases, the ones that were sleepy and probably full of nonsense. You would lie if you said you didn’t gush over that a little.

Din takes you into the staff common room, and it’s all clear. The warm smells, the enticing light, the infectious laughter, it all came from the whole castle staff crammed into this one room. There was food, and everyone laughed and danced to the music that a handful of staff members played. Their instruments were humble, probably retired from the royal orchestra years ago, but you could tell there were fond memories and stories linked with every single one. It was hot, and there were a lot of people crammed into the room. The doors were wide open, and the tables were pushed back against the walls so that the floor could be opened to a large and intricate group dance. It was nothing like the pompous dances that the nobility did at the ball, however. This dance was filled with joy, and mistakes were not only welcomed, but celebrated. Expression was the center of the party, and all types of people were involved. Children who were up far past their bedtime joined in the festivities, dancing and laughing and chasing one another, elderly staff sat at the tables, clapping along to the folk music, and the servants who usually give you sour tea and hot bread had their shoes off, jumping on the stone floor of the common area. Some of the knights and guards had their helmets on like Din usually did, and others did not. You realized it really probably boiled down to personal preference, or duty.

You smiled at the spectacle, and it gave you a deep and undeniable sense of community and love. You quickly learned that the livelihood of the castle did not rest in the parties and rules that an uptight Queen set in place, but the very people who made the castle work smoothly.

The laughter and joy was contagious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from joining the fun. You jump into the dance, not sure of the steps, but picking up your ridiculous skirt and starting anyways. You hoped it wasn’t obvious that you had been crying a half hour before, but no one paid any attention if it was. The women in the circle linked their arms with yours, and you spun in a circle. The one to your right couldn’t have been older than fifteen, and she yelled over the noise how to do the footsteps. You couldn’t really hear her, but looked down at her feet and tried to mimic it. You had the cheesiest smile on your face, and the room spun as you danced. Din crosses over to a wall, leaning against it and crossing his arms, watching you.

After that dance finished, another song started, and the moves were rather different. However, a girl pulled you out of the circle, and tugged on your dress. “It’s too big!” She shouts over the music, “You’ll never make it through the next song!” You nod and then walk over to a table. You stand on top of the table after a few jumbled ‘excuse me’s’. You were sure everyone recognized you, but they didn’t treat you differently for one moment. It was… refreshing. You kicked your shoes off, and several people turned to look at you, some cheered, others laughed. You then bite your bottom lip and pull the strings of the corset you wore, loosening it enough to slip out of your crinoline and ruffled-slip, leaving you in nothing but your undergarment petticoat and the top layer of the gown you were wearing. There was laughter, and you didn’t hear or see Din chuckle. You swayed your hips, and after a playful “huzzah!” from the crowd, a few knights helped you off the table. You immediately return to the dance circle, and you’re able to move much easier. You’re thrown back into the stimulating dance. The woman was right, this was much more physical, jumping and kicking was done and it was far more exciting than any of the proper waltzes you had spent your life dedicating time to.

You step out after two more songs, trying to catch your breath and wiping the sweat off your brow. There was alcohol, just hooch, but a bearded man gave you a big mug and you happily chugged it down. Din was impressed with your ability to consume so much so quickly. The men all cheered and hollered as you downed the drink, also impressed with the skill. You didn’t know you could do it, either.

A game of cards is being played, and you’re roped into that, too. You bet some money (money you didn’t have) and helped a tired, old man who usually worked in the stables play, after a few tough rounds, and struggling to learn the rules as you played, you won the pot for the old man. Three other much younger boys who usually worked at the front gate looked in shock as you pulled the money towards you and the man. He laughed and thanked you for your help.

Some little girls examined your crinoline and corset, a few older women all pinched your cheeks, and a fat man gave you a huge helping of mashed potatoes and greens. You got to overeat shamelessly, and it felt so rewarding after weeks of eating like a bird in fear of being judged by your in-laws. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world to be treated normally. You caught a glimpse of Soniee, who braided a boy’s hair. You even noticed that Koska was there, the center of one of the dance circles, swaying her skirt to the beat with another girl, the two dancing together in a vibrant duet of culture and community. Your feet only began to hurt when you were pulled to dance again, and your cheeks ached from smiling so wide. It was the most alive and accepted you had ever felt in Mandalore.

At one point, you found yourself just a few feet away from Din in the dance. You hold your hands out for him, beckoning him to join. “Dance with me!” You shout out. Before you get an answer, however, you're pulled back into the center of the group. It isn’t for a few more cycles and bars of the song that you’re back out by him. “Please?” You try to be as enticing as possible. He shakes his head, his hand coming up to decline. You raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t dance!” He yells back. You roll your eyes and step out of the group momentarily. You grab both of his hands, your face with the cheesiest smile ever, and pull him onto the floor. He tries to fight back, but ultimately loses.

“Yes you do!” You reply, yelling as loud as possible so he might be able to hear you. “You proved it to me last week!” You say and in perfect time, your arms go up together with the beat of the song. He hadn’t done this dance before, but has watched it enough times to know what’s going on, although he looked rather awkward and foolish doing so. You grab his hand, your hips turning left to right in time, and you look down at your bodies, trying to show him as best as you can.

“I have no idea what’s going on!” Din yells at one point, the two of you now in the heart of the party.

“Me neither!” You laugh, “That’s what’s so wonderful about it!” Then came the part of the dance to clap your hands, the two of you clapping up by your face, and mirroring one another. “Now you’re getting the hang of it!” You nod. He rolls his eyes, and is thankful you can’t see it. It would be horrible for his reputation if anyone knew that he was having even a little fun, especially because it was with you. Din doesn’t usually come to these parties. They happen most Saturday nights, but he runs home to his son. Tonight, however, it was important to him that you got to experience it, especially after everything that happened earlier today.

You both start getting the hang of it, and Din mentally thanks his helmet for hiding the smile on his face. Your feet grapevine, and then you both jump. Everyone hoots and hollers, it’s part of the dance. Suddenly, the both of you are in the middle of the dance circle in the same way that Koska was with her partner a few songs ago, and you’re leading the spiral. You can’t wipe the darkish smile off your face and genuinely can’t believe you got him out here.

“Atta boy, Djarin!” Koska yells from a table, standing up and toasting a Ming of hooch. The music picked up in preparation for the big finish. Din and you spun around one another, your bodies coming flush until your palms press flat, your faces only inches apart. You always thought playing off of one another in a dance was important for the emotion during a waltz, but a fancy three-step had nothing on the emotion and passion put into a dance such as this. Somehow, you could still play off of him, and the performance was one of shared respect and assurance. Despite never having seen his face, you got the Knight, you understood him in a way no one ever did. The song ends, the two of you real close to one another, and out of breath. The entire room roared in joy as they cheered for the both of you, and you looked up at the visor of his helmet.

“I want to kiss you!” He yells, and although his request is very clear, no one can hear it over the volume of the room.

“Then kiss me!” You reply. You didn’t give a damn if every servant of the Mandalorian royal family saw it. He laughs, you feel it, and then he’s pulling his helmet up.

He just reveals his lips, but you look upon them with no shame, admiring the way his Cupid’s bow dipped, and the scruff on his jawline. You smiled wide, and he smiled back. You feel honored to share this moment with him. Everyone around you was so loud, and they were cheering for both you and Din. You couldn’t believe how many of them knew his name as they called it out in encouragement.

Din’s free hand wraps around your waist, and pulls it in tight to him forcefully, you blush at the gesture, and the crowd “ooh’s” flirtily at it. Din Djarin then kisses you. He pulls your body into his soft lips and you sigh into it and it;s too quiet for him to hear but as soon as your lips meet, the crowd of staff disappears. Their cheers blur together, and fade out. Your lips move together passionately, and you do so with no shame. He groans against you, and you can feel it more than you can hear it, and it’s all you ever wanted.

For weeks now you just wanted to share your love with him publicly, and now that you have, you’re aware of how personal your love with him really is.

The crowd fades back in, everyone laughing in support and amusement. Your lips softly party and you grin from ear to ear. Din does too, shameless for once. His teeth are nice and straight. Oh God, you loved his smile.

Oh Stars, you loved him.

“Din!” You yell out. “I love you!” It was time to say it, because it was true. You meant it and as you say it, giggle.

“What?”

“I love you!” It’s so loud that you’re even sure if he can’t hear it, you can barely hear it yourself. But, in classic Din Djarin fashion, he doesn’t answer. He was never good with words, and was much better at showing you what was on his mind. He kisses you again, just as passionately, but this time it’s a series of short, quick pecks on your lips that get progressively more sloppy. He smiles into each kiss and you feel those magic butterflies again.

The rest of the night is a dreamy blur, Din dances the whole time with you, the music eventually slows, you notice that there are less and less kids in the common room. It winds down, and your feet ache in the best way. An ache that would be associated with happy memories. It was long past midnight when you decided to stop dancing, and a lone fiddler is all who was left in the band, playing a ballad to end the night. There was still soft laughter, and a few stragglers who slowly danced to the music. Din was one of the few who were still playing cards, one of his fellow knights challenging him to a game. Din was always up for a challenge, and both he and the man he played against looked deep in thought. You realized you were finally able to read him through all that beskar, and he was far more reactive than you ever would have known if you weren’t looking for it. Your cheek sits in your palm, and your eyes are heavy, but you watch him fondly from across the room. Koska sits next to you, handing you a cup of water.

“You had fun.” She hums, taking a sip out of her own cup.

You nervously laugh in response, she wasn’t wrong. “I didn’t realize how connected you all were.” You say with a sigh before taking a sip of the water and being so relieved to finally get some hydration after all of the energy you exerted.

“Yeah…” Koska was in her typical undisturbed mood, relaxed and observant. “These are the people of Mandalore.” She sighs, “They are what we really represent. We aren’t all about war and decoration, there’s so much more to us that the world doesn’t see.” You were touched by that remark, because you had seen it too. “The truth that’s hard for all of us to believe is that the rest of the world only respects us to stay on our good side.” Her voice drops a little. She looks at you, her eyes heavy as always. You aren’t sure how to respond, because it was true. Koska takes another sip before changing the subject, “I’ve never seen him dance before.” She nods towards Din. “At least not like that.” She laughs into her cup.

You smile, “I didn’t think he had it in him.” You tease.

“He wouldn’t have if you weren’t there.” Koska shrugs. “He’s like a whole different person around you. It’s refreshing.”

“He told me about everything that happened.” You reply. “With him and Bo.”

“He did? I don’t think he’s really talked to anyone about it.”

“He just told me last week, after the ball.” You nod. “I had no idea… but it all makes sense in the end.” You finish off the last of your water as his card game finishes, the few people watching cheering as Din lays down his cards and wins. The other knight, whose face was also covered by a heavy, beskar helmet slammed his fist down on the table in defeat. Din took the money that was on the bet.

“He’s better because of you.” Koska says, smiling as he wins. “I’ve had to look out for him in a way for a long time, he’s one of my oldest friends.” She speaks of him fondly. “But I feel like he doesn’t need me as much anymore, now that you can keep an eye out for him.” Koska turns to look a t you, but you don’t notice it. “You love him?”

“I do.” You nod. “Well… I think I do.” You sigh, “I don’t really know what love is I suppose, but I believe how I feel about him is the closest thing to it.” You shrug. “And I’m totally fucked because of it.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Koska explains, “I’ve never been in love either.”

“Really?” You ask, mildly shocked in all honesty. Koska nods. “There’s no one special in your life?”

“Well, there’s one girl.” Koska begins, “But my feelings towards her are more of an… obligation, I suppose.”

“I used to worry that’s how Din felt about me.” You admit.

“Oh trust me,” She chuckles once, “It isn’t like that for him at all.” She hums and you sigh in response, you sit in comfortable silence for a moment after that before Koska speaks up again, “What are you gonna do?” She asks.

“I don’t know.” You admit, turning to look at her, “But now that the majority of the castle staff has seen us kiss, I need to think of something.”

“That was pretty stupid, by the way.” Koska rolls her eyes.

You chuckle, “I suppose it was…” Din starts walking back to you, “But I can’t seem to care. I’m sick of hiding from everyone.” Din makes it to the two of you, and you smile as you look up at him.

“It’s not much,” He holds out the money before pocketing it, “But Rue will be happy.” He laughs and holds a hand out for you to take. “How drunk is she?” He asks Koska.

“She’s fine-“

“I only had one drink!” You roll your eyes, knowing that your night with Din will end very quickly if you were drunk. You take his hand and he hoists you up with him.

“Hm… that’s what you said the other night.”

“She’s okay, maybe a little tipsy but nothing keeping her from holding a perfectly normal conversation.” Koska says to Din, knowing full well why he even asked, a smirk plasters on her face.

“Come on.” Din hums, and pulls you down one of the various halls that branch from the common room, but not the one that both of you were familiar with because of your aid from Koska.

Din leads you through the candle-lit halls, and into a small bedroom. It was cramped, and there was barely enough room for the both of you, but it was cozy. He lit an oil lamp, and it illuminated the room just enough. Din slowly pulls off his helmet, and it’s so dim that you can’t really see anything like normal, but you can make out faint features and the light in his eyes. It was enough. He started to take off his armor too, and you patiently waited with your back against the outerwall that the window was in. He sets the chestplate and pauldrons in a neat pile on the foot of the bed, and kicks his boots off. His arm comes up to rub his neck, and he stretches a few times. He pulls the chainmail up over his head, leaving him in the same peasant blouse and trousers that he wore at the beach all those days ago. You would never get used to how trim his waist was, and how broad his shoulders were. He turns around, and has a smile on his face. You wished you could see him in the light. Din runs his hands through his thick curls and then steps towards you. You close the gap and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for an innocent kiss.

“Thank you.” You mutter.

“What for?”

“For bringing me here tonight… for being with me.” You sigh, and look up at him lovingly. He sighs, and kisses you again. Din starts to deepen the kiss, and you moan into his lips. He was a good kisser, that was for sure.

[SMUT BEGINS HERE]

Din wastes no time, he picks you up by the thighs, lifting you on his waist so you’re kissing down into him, and before you know it, he’s kissing your jaw. Din had learned your body, he knew the sweet spot on your jaw, and always knew just how long he could suck on it before it became a hickey. He never crossed that line, he knew when to stop, but how badly you wanted him to mark you up so Korkie could see, you wanted everyone to see who you loved and why. His strong hands bunch up your skirt, and lift it up so your ass could be uncovered. His arms hold you, and he stumbles back until he falls on the bed in the room. You straddle the knight and get comfortable on his lap. You can feel his hard-on growing, and you’ll never get over the confidence boost that gives you. You start to tentatively rub your hips so that you grinned down into him. You get a sting of pleasure through your spine, and you’re already getting wet. Because you were down in the lower level of the palace, and was totally isolated from most people with thick, stone walls, you take advantage of the opportunity to make noise. You moan into Din’s mouth, and he holds his lips apart for you. His breath against your face was enough alone to drive you crazy, and your fingers twist around the strands of curly, brown hair that sit at the nape of his neck.

Din’s thick, calloused fingers find their way between your legs from the back, and he starts to gently run his fingertips through your slick folds. You gasp at the feeling, he was so gentle with every move. He starts to moan as well as your hips grind further into him in search for more friction and pleasure, and the sound of his voice unobstructed by the beskar is your favorite sound in the whole world. Din settles into his seat, and he pulls you forward onto him. This allows your hips to lift up just enough that he can insert a finger through your cunt. He starts pumping his wrist immediately, fingering you. You pulled your lips away from him, and sat up straight. You throw your head back with a moan, and then bring your hands to the tucked in portion of your shirt. You pull it up over your head, and wriggle out of the slip that kept you clothed. You were finally naked, and you took your free hands and squeezed each nipple. Between the feeling of Din’s fingers deep inside of you, his growing-bulge rutting against your clit, and the added pinch of your nipples, you were already in a euphoric bliss that didn’t take long to reach.

“Din-“ you moan his name, which he loved. He’s eager, and isn’t afraid to show it. Din pulls his cock out from his trousers, and he lets you grind against the tip. You keep it from going in, trying to tease him in the same way that he did the morning after the ball. It was really just driving you over the edge, really, and so before you let his swollen tip prod at your slickness anymore, you steady yourself on his broad shoulders, and take a deep breath before sinking down onto him. Both of you moan out when you do, and he throws his head back, exposing a thick cord of muscle in his neck. You bend down to nip at his adam’s apple before suckling into his tan skin, making sure to leave a massive, purple bruise on the middle of his neck. You bottom out as you do this, and the sensation shoots up your body. You liked being on top for the sheer fact that it gave you a different angle. Din’s length was pressing up into you now, and he filled you up delightfully. Your favorite feeling in the world was being stuffed by him like this.

You could feel every inch of him as you lifted your hips up, you were so wet and it was already such a loud, obscene noise. You kept sucking hickeys into him, and your hands moved from his neck down to the hem of his blouse. You grab the sheer fabric, and pull it up over his head so that Din is finally as shirtless as you. His huge hands stay on your ass, squeezing the fat there and using his own strength to lift you up and down on his cock. It’s slow at first, but it allows the both of you to really savor the feeling of one another. You scratch your fingernails down his pecs, scratching at his abdomen, and then finally trailing in between your legs to circle at your clit as the pace picked up. You lean forward to rest your glistening forehead on his bare shoulder, and your bare chests press into one another.

Din begins to thrust his hips up, and before you know it, you’re bounding on his cock. It’s fast and hard and your weight is slamming you down on to him over and over again with no end in sight. It’s painful in a good way, the same type of ache that would have good memories and passion attached to it. You knew your core would be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it as Din’s huge cock runs against your g-spot over and over again inside of you. Your fingers speed up on your clit, and you bite down on Din’s shoulder muscle to keep from being too loud. He’s grunting and growling and is absolutely feral and the noises eliciting off of his kiss-swollen lips are needy yet dominate at the same time. You could get drunk on his breathy-sighs, his voice as dark and husky as always.

“That’s it,” He groans into your ear, you moan in response to his words. You loved when he was vocal because it was so rare that he actually was. “Are you gonna cum on my fucking cock, Princess?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You pathetically moan.

“Fuck-“ he groans, and then shifts his position. Suddenly, the two of you are standing up, and the way his length moves and twitches inside of you as he stands up pulls an involuntary moan from your lips. Din lifts you up with his arms, arching his torso back so that you can lean on him. He then gets right back at the task at hand: chasing your orgasm. It was close, you could feel it, and somehow Din seemed to have more energy and strength in this position. He lifted you up and down on his cock, and your arms found their place wrapped back around his neck, desperately trying to hold yourself up as he absolutely tears into you. He was so big, you keep forgetting how thick he is until his swollen and hard cock is filling you up like you were only made for this exact thing.

He must have gotten tired, you could tell not only by the sheen layer of sweat on his chest, but he pulled you off of himself, and threw you onto the bed. You giggle at the forceful contact, and like being tossed around in bed. It made you feel small, and it really showed his strength. Din pumps his leaking cock a few times, kneeling in front of you and pulling your legs apart. You bite your lip out of lust before he slaps the head of his length on your cunt a few times. The sound is so dirty, and it makes you even wetter.

“Stars, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He bites his lip, slapping his cock harder against you. “Can you hear that? Can you hear how fucking wet that pussy is?” He asks you. Stars, he was good at this.

“Yes… so wet for you.” You sigh, your hand coming down to play with your clit again. Din mutters a ‘that’s right’ before he slides himself through your folds a few times again before pushing into you one more, and he doesn’t hold back. His hands find their way to your hips, and he presses them down into the bed as hard as he can, pinning you in place. He starts to pound into you, and it knocks the wind out of you because of how abrupt and forceful it is. You can’t even really make noise to show how good it was, and instead a few strangled and helpless cries pull from your throat.

“Do you fantasize about my cock when you’re with your fiance? Hm? Does it turn you on knowing that you’re cheating on him?” He asks, and you can finally moan out. He was right, he knew you would say yes.

“Yes!” You say, “I can’t stop thinking about your cock!” You reply, your voice high-pitched and so needy.

“Do you think about me fucking this pussy like a bitch on my cock when you’re in important meetings?” He asks again. There was something about the disrespect that you loved, it only made things better.

“Yes sir!” You cry. Din chuckles and then smacks your ass cheek. His slamming into you so hard that you can’t believe he hasn’t gotten tired yet. You can see how his muscles flex against the moonlight and your core is aching from the knight but it’s all worth it. “I’m gonna cum!” You warm, arching your back in pleasure. Din then spits on your cut, adding to the hot wetness and dirty sounds, and he pulls your fingers away from your clit and replaces them with his.

“Cum with me,” He groans, and almost immediately, you’re cumming on his leaking cock at the same time that he does. He cums so much, and you’re always surprised by it. His load drips down your folds, and he fucks you through it. It’s filthy and you want to keep doing it for the rest of your life. Your arms come up to grasp his biceps, trying to steady yourself on anything. Din moans loud when he cums, and it isn’t until he starts softening inside of you that he quits thrusting. He doesn’t pull out, however, and he stays stuffed inside of you as he catches your breath. You’re fucked-out, your eyes heavy and breasts heaving with each deep breath that tries to calm your heart rate. “I love cumming in you.” He sighs. You already knew that, but you loved how he told you. He goes to pull out, but your thighs squeeze together, holding him in place.

“Stay inside.” You whine. Din tilts his head.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He bends down to kiss your forehead, and then very carefully and slowly turns the two of you so that he is spooning you, his cock still buried inside your dripping and swollen cunt. “You did good, you did so good.” He kisses your neck as he says these, breathing in deep your scent. “S’good… so good.” He catches his breath, and is just as exhausted as you are, if not more. His chest heaves against your back, and his arms pull you against him. You fight against sleep, but ultimately fail, submitting to rest almost immediately after Din pulls the blanket over the both of you. Just before you fall asleep, you hear him mumble something against your neck, although you aren’t sure what it is.

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