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twice-inamillion · 7 months

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Momo in the Studio

Smut (dirty talk, sex, penetration, creampie, sex crazy momo)

Chapter 216

1,570 Words

(OC and Momo spend some time in the studio. They work together on some lyrics but gets messy in the end. 😏)

After arriving in Korea, you have spent most of your time in the studio. The members use their time at the company for dance practice or to work on lyrics for songs they want to submit for the next album.

Momo is one of those who is excited to show you some lyrics she wrote for a potential song.

“Amazing work, Momo. How did you come up with this?”

“Really? It’s good?”

“Yeah, it gives a different vibe.”

“Thanks! Hmm… I went around and asked unnie for help.”

“Nayeon and Jeongyeon?”

“I can’t say, but they gave me some pointers.”

“Thank them because I can see this as a potential song.”

The two of you spent a couple of hours in the studio trying out some potential beats. Momo became interested in the process and stuck to you like glue. “So if you change this, it gives a different vibe to the song? It’s supposed to be a love and hate type of song, but it’s also kind of hot,” as Momo presses her breast to your arm.

“I think we can emphasize more on these words” as you mention the words “Love, I love you, love you, hate, foolish.”

“Yes, like you love someone and hate them too, seems like a hot way to have sex.”

“You must be sex crazy.”

Momo looks at you with lustful eyes, “It’s because I’ve only used my fingers and toys. You haven’t been filling me up as of lately.”

“You know how busy we’ve been. The wedding and the tour.”

She pushes your chair and gets on top of you, “Still, you could have given me a good fucking. Don’t think Jihyo would mind.” You know that she’s teasing you, and it’s working.

She notices you staring at her chest, “Wanna see my tits, Oppa?” Momo doesn’t wait for an answer and takes off her shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts held by a thin bra. She slowly undoes her bra and tosses it onto the nearby chair.

With her large nipple in front of you, it doesn’t take much for you to shove your face to her breast. You attach yourself to her nipple and suckle. Momo moans loudly and says, “Oppa, there’s no milk; I’m not Jihyo.”

You don’t respond and keep on focusing on her breast and move to the other. You place her nub between your teeth and give a slight bite. Momo cries from her nipple getting bitten and digs her nails into your arm.

After detaching yourself, Momo unbuttons your shirt and tosses it to the floor. She gets off of the chair, starts to undo the remainder of her clothes, and moves to remove your pants.

When she removes your boxers, your cock springs out hard. Momo looks at you with hunger in her eyes and says, “fuck, I missed your cock so much.” She gives it a few pumps and gets back on your lap.

You see Momo grab your cock and aligns it to her entrance. You ask, “No foreplay?” Momo looks at your crazed eyes, “No, I just want your cock in me, now,” and lowers herself to take in your head. She moans to the tip of your cock inside her, “Ooh, that feels so good, and it’s just the tip.” She lets the remaining of her weight go, and her cunt swallows your whole length.

“Fuck! You’re stretching me wide open!” Momo arches her back from the sudden pain of your massive cock invading her hungry womb.

She doesn’t hesitate to bounce on your cock aggressively. Momo grunts and moans loudly to your thick cock, spreading her walls wide open. “I hate you; you make me such a bad girl. You make me feel like I’m high.”

You notice her spouting out some of the lyrics of her songs as she rides you like a bull and you decide to tease her a bit. “Why do you hate me?”

Momo, with her hands fondling her massive breasts, yells, “I hate how Jihyo has you wrapped around her little fingers. She shouldn’t have you all for herself; she needs to share with the rest of us!”

She continues to ride your cock as you enjoy the show. Her perfect breast bounces right in front of you, “fuck, Momo. I love your breasts; I just want to milk them dry.”

“Only way you’ll get that is if you breed me,” giving you a smirk.

“You would want that, huh.”

“Yes! I enjoy the feeling of hot cum inside my womb.”

“I want to see you become a complete mess,” place your hands on her butt and stand up. With her arms wrapped around your neck, she holds on for dear life. You begin to fuck her in a stand-and-carry position as you walk to lock the door of the studio. You walk back and press the “recording in session” button to ensure that no one bothers the both of you.

“Make sure you fill me up real good, okay.”

You stand in the middle of the studio and fucking her mercilessly. Momo lets her full voice out as she grunts and moans loudly. “Just like that! Fuck me with your big, fat cock. Mess up that slutty pussy of mine.”

You give her a heavy slap on her ass and increase the pace of your thrusting. She digs her nails deep into your back, “Ahh… you’re going to make me addicted to your cock. Don’t stop, please.”

“Tell me where you like my cock.”

“Ahh… in my cunt.”

“Where?”

“I said in my cunt!

“I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I like it when you fuck me in my tight little cunt with that big fat cock of yours!”

“See it’s not so hard.”

You decide to change up the pace and let her do all the work. Momo uses her strength to bounce on your cock as she avoids falling. “Oppa, don’t let me do all the work; I’m about to fall.”

“You’re doing a good job, Momo. Just keep going, okay?” as you kiss her on the lips. She’s surprised from the sudden kiss and giggles, “Okay, but make sure you give me a reward after for doing all the work.”

Momo continues to bounce on you for what feels like an hour. As time goes by, her rhythm goes slowly, and her breathing becomes heavier. “Oppa, I can’t hold on anymore. My arms are about to give up.” She presses her head onto your chest and is entirely out of energy. You lift her up, pull out and reinsert your cock and do some slow but hard thrusts.

“In or out?”

She lifts her head and shyly whispers, “In.”

You walk towards the couch across the studio and slowly place on the sofa into a mating press. Standing in front of Momo, you get on your knees and tease her with your cock by tracing your head against her lips. With your cock in hand, you slap it on her cunt before inserting it back inside. You hold her legs up to her head and thrust yourself deep inside.

“Oh fuck!! Fuck… fuck… you’re too rough. You’re going to mess me up.”

“You told me to mess you up, so here it is. Take it like a good girl.”

Momo bites her lip as she feels the tip of your cock reaching the deepest part of her womb. She doesn’t resist and whines, “Cum inside me already; I want to feel it in my…”. You don’t let her finish her sentence as you pull out and slam yourself once more. Her eyes widen as she pulls her womb gets pumped with a large amount of thick hot cum.

“Hmm….fuck! Keep pouring that hot baby batter inside my slutty cunt!”

You watch as her belly grows bigger by the amount of cum you’re pouring inside of her. “You’re taking it like a good girl, Momo,” as you watch her satisfied face. You give her one last thrust before pulling out.

“Woah, you look so hot,” as you watch Momo’s creampie. “I really did a number on you,” as she lays on the couch with her legs spread wide open. You see a thick trail of cum oozing out and dripping onto the sofa and on the floor, creating a small puddle.

You walk to Momo and ask, “Hold a peace sign. I want to take a picture.” Momo holds a peace sign with both hands, sticks her tongue out, and rolls her eyes back.

“Haha, you really know how to turn on a guy, huh.”

Momo laughs at your comment, “I wouldn’t know. You’re the only guy I’ve been with.” You can’t help but smile and thank Jihyo for allowing you to play with her “sisters.”

You stare at Momo’s delicious body and see a slight bulge in her tummy. You give her belly a hard press and see a large amount of cum gush out of Momo’s used cunt.

With her two fingers, she traces her folds and collects as much cum as it can hold. She puts it in her mouth and says, “Tastes so good, it’s sweet,” as she licks her fingers clean.

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livelaughlovesubs · 2 months

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F-yo-dor~

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor (reader is gender neutral)

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), CNC, dacryphilia, feminisation

I wrote this before, but I changed some stuff

Fyodor positioned himself in your lap, straddling you before sitting down completely. He could feel a throbbing sensation as he let himself be filled. Then he shifted around for a bit, gaze not leaving yours for a moment. It was adorable how he thought he’s in control, just because he was on top. Once the man settled down comfortably, he started going up and down at you. Riding and bouncing on your dick with a hint of desperation. His hands gripped your shoulders, and he quickened his pace, revelling in the power he held in this situation. For example being able to choose the intensity of the act as he pleased, he smirked at you the entire time. Even though he tried to be more domineering in this case, he couldn’t keep his voice down. Moans slipped from his lips, mixed with an occasional whimper.

You just sat down and let him do, watching him getting off on top was you was amusing to say the least. How he looked at you was playful and smug, but you didn’t care, you were going to let him have his moment. The play unfolding in front of you was pathetic but also arousing. The sound of skin against skin reached your ears, along with his gasps and whimpers. Slowly his movements heightened in intensity, you could tell he was close already. “Ahh~uuUhhmm!" an especially loud moan slipped from the male as he came on top of you. His panting was heavy, torso rising and lowering with every breath.

After he came down from his high, he smirked at you. Looking at you through half lidded eyes, which were a bit hidden by his bangs. His cheeks had turned reddish, and he stopped holding onto you. “You aren’t satisfied, right? But I won’t keep going unless you beg.” Fyodor said, while his hole clenched around you, and thighs trembled with excitement. Then your hands suddenly gripped his hips. The grip was very rough, next day there would be marks. He yelped, shrieked and wrapped his arms around your neck again. Without wasting time you forced him to move back and forth, grinding the toy against his walls.

That look on his face! It was so lewd and perverted! How his eyes widened, mouth hung agape and shock washed over him. Out of nowhere his blush intensified, and was spreading to his shoulders now. “Did you have fun pretending to be in control? Haha~” you teased him, mocking him for his delusion.

A mixture of horror, confusing and pleasure blend within him as you kept forcing him to move. He didn’t know what to think about this situation, so all he did was moan on your dick like a slut in heat. “Ah..aAHHH..! oOH, nghh..” the sounds he made were amazing, you lost yourself in it and subconsciously fastened the pace. The grip on his waist tightened, almost painfully as you forcefully guide his movements. Pressing and trusting into him at an even faster pace then before. How you abruptly shifted the dynamics shocked him, the male was still irritated as to what just happened. His earlier teasing and confident gaze changed to one of vulnerability, your words reminding him that he is still at your mercy.

The pace which you set was so rough, it was too much for him. Pleasures and ecstasy rippled through his body, his eyes rolled back while his whole body shivered. Poor boy was drooling while he pleaded with you, “stop! AHhh s-stop~” tears were decorating his pretty face as well, hands gripping your arms now as you kept your steady movements. "Slow downnn! Nghh, ple-ase..gentler...”

You were still rutting into him, forcing him up and down your dick. His cries and whines were like music in your ears, causing you to increase the intensity once again. Making him surrender to the overwhelming sensations of pain and bliss. Each rhythmic snap of your hips against his got his head spinning around, the feeling maddening but also addictive. Things only got worse for the boy when you started hitting his sweet spot with precision. Now his dick throbbed and leaked uncontrollably, this was evidence of the pleasure he was receiving. “I-it's so..intense, hAah- you are so.. so rough with me! Nghh…please gimme a breaAAK~”

Without listening to his begs, you kept degrading him, “Hah, you are dipping wet down here, Fyodor. What, have you become a girl? Do you like this so much?” You snickered at the display in front of you. The words you whispered to him mingled with his brain, making him feel humiliated even somehow even more embarrassed than he already was. “N-no..'m not a girl.! I'm a guy- ahhh~ please, i-I'm not wet..!" He tried to defend himself even though he knew it's hopeless and that he was playing right into your palm. “It that so? F-yo-dor~?” The way you said his name made him shudder, how did he even turn into this mess? Wasn't he a feared ability user before? Reduced to a mere whore- no, your whore.

“AHHhh..pleA~se! I-I can't- uhmm, gahh..” “Are you close again? Go on, Fyodor, hehe.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, his unfocused eyes were really erotic after all. Luckily got him you gave him the permission he needed, he didn't think twice about it before white ropes of cum shoot from his arousal. Body shaking in your grip, head thrown back as he let out small begs for mercy. His legs trembled, unable to move after the intense play of you two. You were still holding his slim body, his soft skin against your fingers. He could feel his conscious fading, unable to keep his eyes from closing. The last thing he heard was, "mine." Before the exhaustion overtook his body and he slumped against your chest.

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thesapphictimelady · 2 months

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Ad Astra Per Aspera Chapter 4

WC: 1.5 K

TW: Implied domestic and verbal abuse

A/N: It’s a little on the shorter side today but I hope you enjoy! Comments are greatly appreciated and make my little gay heart happy!

“I told you guys I don’t eat lunch…” Cassiopeia started.

The look Barbara and Melissa gave her screamed that this wasn’t up for debate and Cassie sighed, watching the two older women put food on her plate.

“At least let me make my own plate,” she grumbled, “I’m not a child.”

“No, you are not a child,” Barbara said, handing Cassie a full plate and directing her towards a table, “You are a young lady who needs to eat. And Melissa and I are going to make sure of that.”

“I’m not hungry!” she protested.

Melissa sat at the table next to her and crossed her arms, “You’re gonna eat something. This is not up for debate.”

Cassie grumbled and pushed her food around on her plate. Barbara clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

“Cassiopeia!” Jacob yelled, running over to their table, “Cassiopeia, please switch groups with me! I beg you. I can’t be in a group with Mr. Morton.”

“Why not?” Cassie asked.

“Why not? Because he’s a scumbag!”

Melissa rolled her eyes, “Jacob, he’s not-”

“He’s insanely passive aggressive and he’s had it out for me since I got here! Please, Cassiopeia you HAVE to switch me.”

“No,” Melissa cut in, “Jacob you gotta get over this thing with Mr. Morton. It’s not worth it.”

Jacob sighed, “You’re right. He just really knows how to push my buttons!”

“Yeah, I know buddy,” Melissa said, patting his shoulder, “Go get some food.”

Jacob left the table to get some food and Cassie poked at a carrot half heartedly.

“Sweetheart, you have to eat,” Barbara said gently.

“I know, it’s just…the whole situation with my ex…”

Melissa placed a hand over Cassie’s, “At least try a bite. I don’t want you passing out.”

Cassie nodded and took a bite of a veggie kebab. Barb smiled encouragingly at her and rubbed her shoulder. Melissa excused herself from the table, pulling her phone out. She leaned against the wall and retrieved the number she had written down earlier before typing out a single message.

Melissa:

“We need to talk”

“The first game we’re going to play is a three legged race!” Janine said, practically bouncing with excitement, “You’ve already been split into groups of three so we’ll take turns! First we have…Cassiopeia and Melissa versus Jacob and Mr. Morton!”

Cassie dug into her bag to retrieve her ankle brace and then tightened her shoes.

“You gonna be able to run like that?” Melissa asked, gesturing at the brace.

“Yeah,” Cassie said, straightening up, “I’ll be fine.”

Janine came over and tied the two women together at the ankle and knee. Melissa wrapped an arm around Cassiopeia’s waist, causing the younger woman to tense up.

“Relax, kid,” Melissa said, “I don’t bite. Put your arm around my waist. Trust me.”

Cassie did as she was told and the pair walked to the starting line.

“On your mark, get set…go!”

Cassie and Melissa took off, quickly finding their stride and pulling ahead of the other team. Jacob and Mr Morton on the other hand…

“Mr. Hill, you have to move your left leg and THEN your right leg!”

“That is exactly what I am doing!”

“Then why have we only gone forward two steps?”

“I don’t know Morton, maybe YOU’RE the one doing it wrong!”

“Ooh somebody swing!” Ava shouted, pulling out her phone.

“Okay,” Janine said, jumping up from her chair at the finish line, “That’s enough of that! Melissa and Cassiopeia are the winners by…a long shot. Jacob, let’s untie you and why don’t you go take a break. Everyone take a quick break before our next game!”

“Did you see the way he was trying to trip me?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah, I did. Let’s go get you some water.”

Janine and Jacob left the gym, Gregory trailing behind them. Cassie untied her leg from Melissa’s and took a seat on the edge of the stage. The older woman sat down next to her.

“You okay, kid? Ya kinda tensed up when I touched you earlier.”

“Hm? I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s no big deal.”

Melissa raised an eyebrow at her and Cassie sighed.

“I’ll be fine, Ms. Schemmenti. Please, don’t worry about me. It’s just been a long day.”

Before Melissa could respond, Barbara brought over their water bottles.

“Great job, you two! You made a great team!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Howard,” Cassie said, taking her water bottle, “But I think the credit should go to Ms. Schemmenti. We wouldn’t have gotten our rhythm if she hadn’t told me to put my arm around her.”

“Well you did a great job. Oh, Melissa, your phone was buzzing nonstop!”

Melissa took her phone from Barbara and checked her notifications.

19 missed calls from: Unknown Number

Smirking, she tucked her phone into her pocket, and took a swig from her water bottle, “Thanks Barb. It wasn’t anything important. I’ll listen to the voicemails later. What do you think is next?”

“I heard pipsqueak say trust falls,” Ava said, leaning against the stage.

“Does she really think that’s a good idea?” Cassie asked, “I mean, Jacob and Mr Morton couldn’t even cooperate long enough to do the three legged race.”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a shitshow,” Ava said, “And I’m gonna be live-streaming the whole time.”

Melissa rolled her eyes, “Really, Ava?”

“My followers aren’t gonna influence themselves, Melissa!”

Ava went to adjust the lights in the gym as Janine, Jacob and Gregory reentered the room.

“Okay,” Janine said, “Our next activity is trust falls! Your group can decide who’s falling first, but only one person is catching at a time!”

“I guess I’ll go first,” Cassie said, “Promise you won’t drop me?”

Melissa and Barb both laughed and agreed not to drop her. Cassie stood from her spot on the stage. Melissa walked behind her and held out her arms.

“You can trust me kid,” she said softly, “I’ll always catch you, Cassiopeia.”

Cassie took a deep breath and leaned backwards, letting gravity pull her down towards the floor. A pair of strong arms caught her before she could get anywhere near the ground. On the other side of the gym however…

“Don’t you dare drop me, Morton,” Jacob said, arms crossed.

“Mr Hill, I can’t believe you’d accuse me of doing something like that!” Mr. Morton said, sounding genuinely hurt, “The whole point of this exercise is trust. Just trust me.”

Jacob leaned backwards, expecting Mr Morton to catch him. Instead he was quickly met with the cold floor of the gym.

“Oops,” Mr Morton said, “Sorry, Mr Hill. I thought I could catch you.”

“That’s it, Morton!” Jacob said, jumping up from the floor, “You wanna get nuts? Let’s get nuts!”

Gregory was quick to put himself between the two men, but Jacob ducked under his arm and attempted to tackle the science teacher.

“Jacob!” Janine shouted, “Stop trying to tackle Mr. Morton!”

“I’m sorry,” Jacob said once Gregory had pulled him away, “He just knows exactly how to push my buttons,”

“Okay,” Barbara cut in, “I think perhaps we need to save any team building for another day.”

“But I still have activities!” Janine protested.

“And Jacob here looks like he’s ready to commit a crime,” Barbara said, “We can do more team building another day. Right now, I think we should all relax. We only have an hour until the end of the day. Let’s go back to our classrooms and finish prepping for next week and then we can all go home and enjoy our weekend.”

Janine looked disappointed but agreed and everyone headed back to their classrooms. Melissa and Cassiopeia laughed the whole way to the room, chatting about Jacob and Mr Morton’s strange rivalry.

“I’m glad you caught me,” Cassie said softly once they were in the classroom.

“I always will,” Melissa said, closing the classroom door so Cassie could take off her sweater, “And I don’t go back on my word.”

Cassie smiled and grabbed her bag off the table she had left it. After a minute of digging, she retrieved her phone.

Melissa snorted a laugh, “One of these days, I swear you’ll pull a lamp out of there. That bag is like Mary Poppins!”

“Well, I am practically perfect in every way,” Cassie joked as she powered on her phone. Her smile quickly faded though and she let out a strangled cry.

“You okay kid?” Melissa asked, alarm etched across her face.

Cassie turned to look at her, face pale, “I-shit-”

“Hey, you’re okay,” Melissa said, guiding her into a chair, “Oh, hon you’re shaking. You’re okay. Head between your knees. That’s it. Keep breathing.”

Cassie whimpered, struggling to breathe. Melissa slowly rubbed circles on her back, encouraging her the whole time until she had caught her breath.

“What happened?” Melissa asked softly, “You can tell me.”

Cassie shakily unlocked her phone and held it so Melissa could see the screen.

Unknown number:

“This is a really nice place you have here”

Beneath the message was a single attachment. The redhead clicked on it to expand it.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

On Cassie’s screen was a picture of a blonde woman inside the tiny apartment the young woman had moved into.

#melissa schemmenti x oc #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #my writing

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 11 months

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New Nail Day with MSBY

MSBY! Black Jackals (including Barnes and Joffe) x GN! Manager

Warnings: fluff

AN: just expressing my love of new nail day 🤩

Everyone needs selfcare Yn

Especially you 🥰

Because let’s face it, you have one of the toughest jobs on the entire planet

While you love your job and adore the guys, man do you need a break 😅

And one of the activities you do often is pampering yourself with new nails 💅

Whether you DIY them or go to a tech, your nails always look perfect!

Sometimes you go for simple, like an ombré or a French tip

And sometimes, when the guys are EXTRA annoying, you splurge and do a design or some bling 💎

No matter what you get, the nails do their job

And let’s just say, you look FABULOUS 🤩

And there’s one thing you can always count on

The guys noticing your new manicure!

It’s almost kind of weird how much these guys notice

Like your pretty sure they look at your hands everyday just waiting for a new set

The moment you walk into the gym and the glimmer of a new set sparkles, it’s game time

“YN LET ME SEE THEMMMM!” Bokuto shouts, running full force towards you as you brace for impact

“NEW NAIL DAY NEW NAIL DAY!” Hinata shouts, bouncing towards you

“Don’t break them right away!” Atsumu shouts, following behind the first two dummies

“You shouldn’t go near them either Miya, they are expensive!” Sakusa scolds him

Meian, Inunaki, Barnes, Thomas and Joffe all just stand aside, waiting for the hype to die down

Bokuto and Hinata each grab a hand and began to dissect everything

The shape, the design, the bling 😩

“Oh wow YN, look at all the sparkles!!” Bokuto chimes, so excited

“I don’t understand how the shape is so perfect on every one of them! There is like no imperfections!” Hinata comments, observing your perfectly manicured cuticles

Sakusa whistles, looking over Hinata, “man YN, did you have to take a loan out to get those done?”

Meanwhile you just stand there, waiting for their gasping and oohing to finally calm down

“Alright idiots, back off of Yn!” Meian finally says, interrupting their party

“But captain, YN’s nails are always so pretty!” Hinata gushes

“They are very pretty-” Meian adds

“And YN is super pretty too!” Inunaki interjects

You 👉🏻🥹

“Yes Yn is very pretty-” Meian continues

“Wow YN how do you even get to see those gems to stay on?” Barnes asks

“It’s a cured gel that makes them super strong!” You say, banging your nails against the wall to demonstrate their durability

The team 👉🏻😱😱😱

“I can’t believe how well you work with nails like that YN, truly remarkable!” Thomas compliments

“Well YN is the best manager in the entire V.League,” Joffe boosts

“Ok YN’s nails are great but we need to get practicing,” Meian sighs as the guys continue to ignore him

“You can’t expect us to practice with such perfection in our presence!” Atsumu exclaims, grabbing your hand and pushing it into Meian’s face

Meian 👉🏻😐🙄

You can tell Meian is about to lose it, so you decide the guys have done enough simping for today

“Ok guys, let’s get to practicing!” You say, walking towards your office

“But Yn what if you break a nail!” Bokuto scream 🙀

“That would be a tragedy!” Hinata yells back

“Well it’s a good thing YN doesn’t actually play Volleyball then,” Sakusa adds

“Yeah but what if one of Atsumu’s rogue serves gifs YN in the hand!” Inunaki interjects

“Hey-” Atsumu asks confused 😐

“Or what if one of Atsumu’s really bad sets hits Yn and they have to block their face?” Joffe questions

“HEY MY SETS ARE PERFECT!” Atsumu shouts back

“Atsumu shut up and get on the court!” Meian yells

Atsumu 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Oh and by the way Yn, your nails look amazing,” Meian winks before walking onto the court

Seriously Yn, you are so freaking lucky 😭

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taduki · 1 year

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M6 w/ on MC’s birthday

Happy belated birthday 2 me and @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia!! Thank you for the help with my writer’s block too.. 🥺 Written using voice recognition, my fingies hurt…

Asra

Will never forget your birthday. Always wants to go all out for you. They get so excited decorating the place for you, they try really hard to hide it from you but always fail. Oh, and get ready for streamers EVERYWHERE. On the floor, on the walls, streamed across the ceilings, and probably in their hair too if I’m being honest…

It’s up to you if you want them to bake you a cake or not. Selasi is always prepared to make one if anything goes wrong. If anything, he already has the cake batter prepared each year…… Asra is quite experienced in baking anyway. What’s the better than baking you a surprise cake? Baking one with you! Azz just wants to be close to you on these special days and has little to no problem if you want to join him in preparations. They wanted to be able to serve you in this way, but they’ll toss it aside if it means they get to hold you while you mix frosting!

As for presents, they definitely overthink it. Should they make something? Should they take you out for dinner? Will it be good enough? Or should they do all of the above? Oh, DEFINITELY all of the above. The entire day is your birthday! (He definitely joked that he was your present at least once, c’mon).

Faust: The Cake Thief™️. You know she’s up to some thievery when you hear a faint, “Ooh, tasty!!”

If you didn’t know any better, you’re skeptical if Asra had some sugar or coffee early in the morning. They were gentle waking you upppp and walking you down the stairssss, but they seem to be literally rattling with excitement…

To tell you the truth, they were making homemade decorations all night after you fell asleep. They slept a little! Just not enough. So they found this “morning tea” stocked in their surprise cabinet, and they just assumed it was like a gentle coffee, and they were SO wrong. It was basically a double shot of espresso, and now they’re trying not to bounce off the walls all morning. When you tell him you guys can do something with that energy, he lights up and skips his merry little way to the musical side of Vesuvia with you to dance it off!

All in all, your birthday celebrations with Azz are very spontaneous and never secluded to just one day. They planned way too many things to fit all in one!

Julian

No! Nobody had to remind him what day your birthday is! …. Oh GOD he needs a notepad STAT.

Okay, actually he did remember. As soon as you told him what day it was months in advance, he wrote it down! …. Somewhere…….. He ended up forgetting about it surprisingly close to your birthday, but luckily for the both of you, Jules can’t keep his mouth shut, and the entire South End remembers your birthday and the plans.

The poor guy drives himself a little nuts trying to get everything in order, especially with so many people wanting to help. Like, just when he thinks he’s done, someone brings up something else he told them and he’s like “Why would I say that??”

The day is planned as such: First, a casual picnic breakfast by the docks together. Then, a nice walk around Vesuvia and maybe some undercover window shopping at the Red Market. Once he thinks you’re in need of a little rest, he tells you he’s got this truly amazing nap spot…. Yes, it’s the up in the theater rafters. He’s basically got a nest up there, real nest in the corner courtesy of Malak.

Malak brings his present before Julian gives you his. 💀 He gave it to you after Julian left you to take a nap. It was a stolen earring, of course… You made a mental note to return it to its owner once you had time.

Julian uses your nap as a means to prepare the stage for his short play. Since he kinda forgot a couple days before, he really wants to get this right for you and freaks out when he sees you peering at him from the rafters in the middle of setting the stage. He scrambles up to you and mumbles a bunch of different stuff about “Please go back to sleep”, “I’m sorry I’m so frazzled — I just wanted to dazzle you”, and “Wow, I should write that one down.”

You tell him you really don’t mind and he doesn’t have to stress so much about a day that you’re both supposed to enjoy, honest. It takes a bit more reassurance, but he caves in to the treacherous healthy habits and hugs you. He’ll still try to salvage your surprise though, and he asks you to chill out up there for a little longer.

As it turns out, he had a whole short play planned out for you! He had a couple of friends who owed him a favor or two and he performed a short and sweet show just for you !! He booked the stage for the bit and sat with you for the next show after his performance.

At the end of the night, Julian handed you this small, twine-wrapped parcel. He nudged you to go ahead and open it with a tired smile. When you opened it, it was a single earring. He explained he must’ve dropped the other one somewhere backstage and didn’t want to disturb the stage technicians for the moment, so you brought upon god’s wishes and showed him the other earring to his pleasant surprise. You told him Malak took it, and Julian just did nothing but smile and look at you, lovingly. He didn’t have to tell you happy birthday.

Portia

Ohhh, she remembers every year. She’s one of those gals that prepare a party like a month in advance.

She is VERY good at hiding the preparations. She is the gaslight gatekeep girlboss of birthday parties. She actually talked about it a lot with her friends and acquaintances! … and ended up hosting a potluck for your birthday. Everyone was just so excited! They couldn’t help it! Now, Portia doesn’t have to decide on a menu because it seems like every food you could possibly think of is laid out on the dozens of tables.

For the most part, Portia set up a simple, traditional birthday party surprise. The day started with you two going out to the market for some frivolous spending. She keeps a really good eye out for things you take a liking to and also finds a super cute new outfit for you to wear for the day! You tell her you didn’t have any big plans for the evening though, and Miss Girlboss just tells you she likes it when you dress up and winks. You know the wink.

Now, she has to keep you busy for a little longer without tiring you out too much so her friends have time to set everything up. So, she takes you on a little street food stall date where you guys try unusual flavors of jalebi and bara — where you try a couple jalebi with voice-switching syrup and try to make each other laugh the rest of the trip.

She didn’t actually have an idea when her friends would be done, so she was really risking it all, taking you back to the cottage. It’s not like you could tell, though. Her confidence was impenetrable on the walk home, and her intuition served her well because you two showed up just in time.

She covers your eyes before you walk into the clearing andddd SURPRISE !!! There are people here !!

She has to hold back from hugging and loving you up the entire time you walk around to explore. There are activities you would find at festivals here like apple bobbing and craft-making, along with the excessively long food stands, of course. It’s a very social event, so she’ll understand if you want to get away from the buzz most of the time, but she’ll still want to come with you! She values the quiet time.

The party itself goes on into the later hours of the night and the dancing just gets crazier and crazier. (Portia likes to be twirled). It doesn’t go into the early morning since some of Portia’s friends brought their children, but you say goodbye and thanks to everyone as they leave and you feel your body crumpling a little as the last few people go. With a lazy, goofy smile on your faces, you both leave the cleaning for the morning and crawl into bed together while Portia gives you one last mustered, “Happy birthday, MC…”

Nadia

Obviously, she goes all out every year for you! Banquet? Vacation? Party? Honey, she’s got it covered months in advance. All complete with a super tall cake you could swear was designed for a wedding and anything you could possibly ask for, honestly.

If there was ever a year Nadia forgot your birthday, she would’ve had to have been SWAMPED with work and burnt out to the point of forgetting days or even months. The last thing she could’ve imagined was forgetting such an important day, and she assumed she would be reminded by an advisor or just being brought up mid-conversation, but she was reminded by YOU. OF YOUR OWN BIRTHDAY.

It’s literally the five stages of grief for her, and she’s in denial until she checks her calendar and remembers the dates leading up to today.

She throws her arms around you in a tight hug and apologizes deeply and repeatedly. She tells you of all the things she had planned as if she doesn’t have the power to set aside all her duties for the day just for you. She’s aware of this of course, but she feels so guilty for forgetting… When the palace servants and advisors realized she’d forgotten, they went into a frenzy, asking her if she’d like them to have preparations done as quickly as possible. It’s up to you if you try to stop her.

If you allow her to go through with the emergency preparations, she’ll feel a little more relief that she can still pamper you. She’ll line the dining table with your favorite foods and at the end of the meal, you’ll have a — Nadia’s definition of— modest sized birthday cake, gorgeously decorated with edible flowers and tasty treats. Every servant working that day was paid extra for the trouble. Honestly, Nadia probably prepped the rest of the WEEK for you on the same day.

If you opt to stop Nadi in her tracks and explain you really didn’t want anything too big anyway, she’ll be gracefully surprised and a little disappointed in herself. She has the resources to treat you and your refusal feels like you’re disappointed in her too! But she understands and asks you what you really wanted for your birthday after assuring you she can give you the world.

And so Nadia allows you to have a modest birthday… on her yacht. She couldn’t help it !! Your skin glows in the sunlight and you look cute in a big floppy hat! She packed some fancy snacks, supplies for things you’d like to do on the yacht and beach, and a cute bakery-sized cake with “Happy Birthday, My Love” written on it in cursive. She will insist on feeding you if you’d like, like always. She wants to do anything you want to do today! And I mean anything, alright…

Muriel

One of Muriel’s bad habits included not keeping track of the days. The only times they really mattered were when seasons changed. Slush on the forest floor meant it was time for him to stock up on food and wood. Smells like a rainstorm? He’s gotta get those holes in the roof patched up before dusk.

But NOooOooOoo, you just had to show up and show him life is beautiful! Disastrous for the poor guy, truly. Now, he goes to bed thinking about nice things that happened during the day like how sleepy your face looked during breakfast or how cute you looked carrying that basket of herbs.

The point is, he knows how important birthdays are to people, (He’s learned his lesson from the “Asra-stravaganzas”), and he wants to make the day special for you too! So, he double checks with Asra a couple times just to make sure he’s got the day right. His preparations include: pancakes, flower garlands, and a mental list of embarrassing things he wants to say to you (literally just romantic stuff like I’ll love you always).

He’s surprised he’s actually kind of excited — or is this nervousness? You’ve always told him those two are hard to differentiate between…

When the day comes, he wakes up first as usual and goes about his daily routine. The only thing that changes is that he regrets not practicing how to make pancakes in advance… Not to worry! He read up on it before and knows exactly which ingredients to use and what to do. Thank goodness it actually comes out properly and just in time for you to wake up. He’s never been so excited to tell someone “Happy Birthday…”

As for his present, he realized he dug himself a hole because he regularly gifts you things. Some things that require a lot of time! He probably gifts you a handcrafted wooden figurine every month because it was simply his go-to, but now he’s gotta step out of his comfort zone. So, what does he do? He makes another wooden craft. Except it’s not a figurine, it’s a 3D model of your name with stories of the adventures you’ve gone on carved into the letters. You spend a good part of the day tracing your fingers over them and reminiscing with him (while trying to rearrange the letters to spell other words).

He takes you on a late picnic so you can watch the sun set and the stars fade into the sky, and if you fall asleep, he’ll carry you home and tuck you in.

Lucio

Surprisingly (sorry, Lucy), Lucio remembers your birthday and anticipates it for like a month before the actual day! Lucio’s birthdays were big excuses for throwing extravagant, luxurious parties and what better to do than throw you one?

Obviously doesn’t have the resources anymore to give you the type of party he always threw, so he starts thinking, and then worrying. He figured this would be the last thing he’d ever worry about. Just a couple of drinks, some music, and a cake, right? Except now, he wants the best for you, regardless of luxuries, which means he has to be willing to do what you want. What DO you want??

Aaaaand that question opened up a can of worms. What if you want to spend your birthday without him? Maybe with Asra? That guy is annoying, for sure, but they DID bring you back to life after he killed you. They’re basically your family. But you’re also HIS family… right?

The days keep going by and he tries not to think too hard about it, being his happy-go-lucky self, picking up a bottle of something or two, but every other purchase in your spirit urks him. It’s a miracle he gets to sleep the night before your birthday.

He gently wakes you up with a little ache in his heart and kisses you out of bed. You two have the whole day for yourselves !! Now you get to do what you want to do today as Lucio is secretly clenching his heart that it involves him.

As soon as you say you wanna do something with him, he crumbles and clings onto you and lets all the troubles flow out of his mouth. He was so worried. He loves you so much, he wanted to spend today with you more than anything. He saved his money for the occasion, and he’ll take you wherever you want to go. Hell, he doesn’t care if you wanna celebrate the whole week! As long as you’re with him…

(Feel free to make fun of him, just a little. He’ll allow it, but he’ll grumble and huff about it all day, all week how, “This counts as your ONLY birthday present, MC! You’re not getting anything else!”)

You end up going a couple of places he suggested like a diner that overlooks the marketplace and going to see a “very overrated showing” at the theater, as he claims. (He ended up just watching you laugh half the time). As for your present, he gifts you a shiny box that Mercedes steals immediately after he takes it out and proceeds to throw it around with Melchior. Lucio is definitely humbled by how worried like hell he was about how expensive the contents were. Once he’s worn out and ready to give up, Mercedes just walks up to you, sets it on your lap, and plops beside you for belly rubs. It was a custom made silver bracelet with two wolves chasing each other around it. Lucio and Melchior plop down on your other side and Lucio tells you one last, exhaustive, “Happy birthdayyyy!”

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the-cannibal · 1 year

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Hii!! Can you make a hcs for Sinclair Brothers with an artist reader who can draw??

Hello there! And I sure can!

Sinclair brothers (separate) with an artist s/o!

Gender neural reader - they/them and you is used

He’s used to having artists in the family. His mother was one, and his twin followed in her footsteps. But they mostly worked with wax. Not that they didn’t know other mediums, it’s just not what they usually worked with.

He is definitely the kind of guy to hover over your shoulder to watch you, and when you ask if he wants to sit he’ll decline and tell you he’s just passing through. But then proceed to just stand behind you and watch you create in amazement.

He probably asks if you can draw something for him. It’s usually some car or maybe an animal like a deer.

Totally brags about you all the time. “Yeah yeah that’s great Vinny, but look what Y/n made! Ain’t they just the greatest? I mean, look at the details they put in!”

He has totally given you at least one of those art kit things that every family member gets you for the rest of your life as soon as they hear you like art

He isn’t one to draw with you, but he will watch you and ask you about your art! Also is lowkey kinda relieved you don’t work with wax. He doesn’t know if he would be able to handle another Vincent-

Vincent

Of course this sweet man is bouncing off the walls in excitement after learning your interest in art!

As much as he loves working with wax and sculpting, it’s nice to have a change once in a while! So he’d totally sit and draw with you and show you his own work!

Omg if you show him your art he will feel so honored. You think HE is worthy of seeing your beautiful creations? Can he kiss you? Please let him kiss you.

Probably has critiqued your art (and might have been a bit harsh) but he doesn’t mean it! If it upsets you let him know and he will tone it down. He won’t completely stop (don’t think he could with Trudy being his mother and art teacher-) but it will be a lot nicer, going from “You’re shading that wrong” to “That’s very nice looking, but perhaps you might find (insert technique here) to be a bit easier?”

If you need any art supplies feel free to borrow his! Unlike Bo giving you the… “art kit”, he actually has good, working, quality supplies :)

Art dates are a must! Imagine going out for a picnic and bringing your sketch books and drawing together.

You both probably have pages upon pages of drawing of one another

Lester

BIGGEST HYPE MAN WITH ANY OF YOUR HOBBIES

He isn’t very artistic himself, but when he sees you drawing at the table you bet your ass he is grabbing a piece of paper and drawing with you. Is it a dog? A tree? No, that’s supposed to be… you? A kindergartener could have probably done a better job but you love it anyways

Makes requests all. The. Time.

“Honey can you draw Jonesy?” “How about my truck?” “Ooh! What about some bones?” “CAN YOU DRAW ME?!?!!?”

I could see him making you sketchbooks and pencils and leaving them around for you to find :)

Watches you with big ol eyes like 👁️ 👁️ HE CANT HELP IT! ITS JUST SO NEAT TO WATCH!

Also praises you like crazy to others. “Now would you look at this, Bo?” “For the hundredth time Lester I’ve seen-“ “no no NO! Look HARDER! Look at this amazing art piece that they made! Ain’t it just the greatest! Could probably put ma out of business with this work!”

Has totally tried sneaking your art into the wax museum… he was caught very quickly but that doesn’t stop him!

Would also hang your art on the fridge like the proud partner he is

#slasher x reader #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #cannibals writing requests #vincent sinclair #house of wax x reader #house of wax #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader

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dragonjesterwrites · 1 year

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Late af but have a Valentine's Day oneshot I whipped up in like an hour and some change

Please enjoy 2k words of Sun and Moon getting jealous of your new Roomba lmao

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"Hey, loves, I'm back!"

You stooped to pick up the hefty box by your feet as the front door swung open, the keys still in the lock marking the movement with their jingling. The indoor air that rushed briefly over you smelled like freshly baked, warm cookies, and beneath that, tinges of lemon and pine.

Sun rounded the corner in a flash of yellow, skidding to a stop in front of you and bouncing up and down on his heels. "Welcome home, Sunshine! Whatcha got there? Do you want me to carry it in? And how was work?"

You let out a warm laugh and leaned up and over to kiss your hyperactive partner, enjoying the excited nuzzling he immediately reciprocated with. "I've got it, love, thank you. Work was great, and as for this-" You shifted the box in your arms as you carried it in, toward the living room. "-Well, you'll see in a minute."

"Ooh, a surprise~!" Sun exclaimed, hanging back for a moment to pull the keys out and close the front door before bounding over. "Can I guess what it is? Can I?"

"Yeah, you can guess. We have time until Moon gets here. Where is he, anyway?" You asked, setting the box down and looking over your shoulder from your crouched position.

"He's in the garage, organizing the bins- we spent the whole day cleaning and baking!" Sun told you, and you stood to survey the house. The pillow fort on the couch had been redone, neater and cozier, the gleaming floors swept and mopped, the bookcases and coffee table free of dust- even the walls and ceilings looked clean.

It looked amazing, and you turned and hugged him, standing on your tip-toes to pepper appreciative kisses all over his faceplate, smiling when he giggled and wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"Thank you, love, the place looks great." You finally said, pulling back and resting on your feet.

"Aw, you're welcome, Sunbeam!" He replied, dipping down to gently bop his static grin against your forehead. He let go of you fully then, and turned to consider the box, bringing a thumb and finger up to the bottom of his faceplate while his rays pulsed slowly in and out. "Now then… let's see…"

You watched in mild amusement as he knocked on the top of the box, then retracted his rays on one side so he could press his audio receptor to the top of it. "Hrmmm…"

He lifted his head back up and shook it, rays popping out with a ping, then placed one hand flat on the top and tipped it forward, lowering himself further to inspect the bottom. He didn't find anything, given that you'd put the original box into a plain white one so they wouldn't know what it is, and he let out an agitated whine that you had to stifle a laugh at.

"Oh, I simply don't know!" He cried, sprawling out onto the carpet, lanky limbs askew and one hand cast dramatically across his forehead. "Won't you tell me, Dewdrop? Else I fear I shall die of curiosity."

"You'll be fine." Moon called out, the garage door creaking distantly, and you grinned as Sun gasped in excitement, shooting up at the hips before scrambling to stand, apparently recovered from his syncope.

Moon arrived and paused to dip down and nuzzle against your neck, purring quietly, before reaching the box and peering down at it, faceplate tilting this way and that.

"Alright, I give up." He said after about five seconds, turning to you. "May we open it?"

"You barely even tried!" Sun scoffed playfully, then looked at you too. "Can we?"

"Go ahead." You said, a bit eager yourself, and Sun quickly knelt down and tore the lid off of the white box, the tape strips giving way with a series of split-second snaps!

Moon pulled the box out and set it down, and they both fell quiet and still as they examined it.

It was a robotic vacuum cleaner, not top of the line but very well reviewed all the same. You figured it would give you all some more free time, especially Sun and Moon, as they often cleaned while you were at work. You'd also gotten it because you'd seen others name theirs, give it 'treats' in the form of sprinkles or crumbs, and otherwise bond with it like a family pet, and thought it was adorable.

You waited excitedly for their response, but the silence dragged on, and you felt yourself falter. "What do you think?" You asked after another few seconds, and they seemed to snap out of it then.

"Oh- yeah, I like it." Sun said, giving the box a single pat.

"Mmhmm. Definitely could be very helpful around the house." Moon added.

You wavered, hopeful but still unsure. "It's not, er- offensive, or anything-?"

"No, no, not in the slightest." Sun assured you with a shake of his head. "We like it, really."

You weren't entirely convinced, but you supposed you should just take them at their word and shrugged it off. "Alright, I'll get it set up then! It won't need to clean yet, since you two already have-" You paused to kiss them both briefly, making them both purr, a touch loudly, you noticed- "but just to help it map out the floors. You guys wanna watch a movie or something while it does?"

"Ooh, yeah, let's do that!" Sun said, springing to his feet as his excitable energy abruptly returned, relieving you of the last of the worry that had tensed you up.

"Awesome. You guys kick back and get settled in, I'll take care of the vacuum and the movie."

Well, not exactly the reaction you'd been hoping for, you thought as you finished setting up the movie before kneeling down to open the second box, but maybe they'd like it better after awhile. Maybe they'd even name it.

~~~~~

"Idiot." Sun muttered as the robot vacuum hit a wall for the nth time that morning, clattering loudly.

"Moron." Moon said, throwing a piece of popcorn at it.

It bounced harmlessly off of the vacuum's outer shell and came to rest in front of it. The vacuum paused in its crawl across the floor, as if to consider the offending debris, then maneuvered around it, prompting Moon to grumble and get out of his seat to pick it up himself.

"See? He can't even do his job right." Sun exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before tightly crossing them. "Needs us to do it for him."

Moon merely grunted in agreement as he passed by, dropping the popcorn piece in the trash bin. The vacuum's whirring got louder as it rounded the corner, trundling in towards him, and Moon had to resist the urge to hiss at it.

"I don't know why our Sunshine got you when they have us." Sun continued sullenly, glaring at the table as the vacuum made a left to go under and began to clatter about below. "We're more sophisticated, more handsome, and we don't run into things constantly."

"...They were trying to do something nice." Moon reluctantly pointed out as he retook his seat. "Now we have more free time."

"Yeah, I know." Sun sighed, sinking down until the bottom of his faceplate rested on the table. "I just- you saw how they were cooing over him- it- the other day."

"Mm. I remember." Moon replied, recalling perfectly the way you had spent a good half hour fussing over the vacuum after it had gotten clogged- one too many popcorn kernels, apparently. Once you'd cleared it out, you'd reassured it with petting and sprinkles, and even knelt down to give it a little kiss.

He shot the plastic beast a sour glare as it finally freed itself from the tangle of dining chair legs and skittered away.

"I don't know, Moony." Sun sighed, catching Moon's attention. "Maybe being jealous of it is- is silly. It's not sentient like us, after all. What if-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the vacuum bumped into the bookcase, and a framed picture of him and Moon fell, smashing upon contact with the ground. The vacuum crawled on top of the mess and then let out its stuck chirp before beginning to rotate idly on top of the shattered glass, crunching it and driving it into the carpet.

Sun let out a wordless shout of indignation and stomped over to the bookcase, Moon following quickly behind.

"Don't hurt it." He warned, even as murderous intent lit up his own circuits.

"I won't." Sun replied, grabbing the vacuum up off of the floor and carrying it away.

Moon bent down to pick up the picture and frame it was encased in, shaking off the glass before setting it on the bookcase and going to the kitchen for the better vacuum.

By the time he'd lugged it in, Sun had returned, notably without the vacuum, and Moon paused to cock his head at him. "What did you do with it?"

"Put it in the bathtub- no water. Best time out spot I could think of." Sun told him, inspecting the picture frame himself, and Moon nodded as he moved to plug the regular vacuum in.

But before the triple prongs reached the outlet, the sound of a key turning a lock made them both stop and whip their heads around.

"Hey guys, I'm back." You called out, sounding far more tired than you had the past few days. Sun immediately headed over, and Moon looked between the vacuum and the direction of the door only once before getting up and joining you both.

You were in the middle of a yawn as he turned the corner, and he had to resist the affectionate urge to pick you up and carry you to bed for cuddles and a nap. "Long day?" He asked instead, and you chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. Looking forward to chilling out with you two and Jerry. Where is Jerry, anyway?"

Jerry was the name Sun had suggested for the vacuum. Fitting, if perhaps, Moon acknowledged, a bit cruel- Jerry had been a Parts and Services tech. His constant incompetence and tendency to break things had eventually gotten him fired, but not before he'd wooed half the human staff, something Moon hadn't been able to comprehend for the life of him. You were… admittedly not aware of who Jerry was, having been hired long after his departure, but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you.

Although… he did feel a pang of guilt, as you had taken his and Sun's suggestion as acceptance of the vacuum, and they hadn't corrected you in any way.

"Er- Jerry is in time-out." Sun said, beginning to fiddle with his wrist.

"Time-out?" You frowned. "Why?"

"He bumped into the bookcase and broke a picture." Moon explained, and your frown deepened.

"He didn't do it deliberately. He's not sentient- right?" Sun and Moon both vigorously shook their heads at your mildly hesitant question. "Okay, so I don't think he's gonna learn anything from time-out."

"No." Sun muttered. "Suppose not."

You were quiet for a minute, and Moon found himself unable to meet your gaze, shifting from leg to leg as you considered him.

"You're jealous of Jerry." You finally said, making them both wince. It wasn't an accusation, but it wasn't a question either.

"Yes." Moon admitted.

"...How'd you know?" Sun asked.

You chuckled quietly, and then Moon felt a warm hand take his, and he looked up as you led them both to the couch.

"Well, for starters, all you do is glare at it." You began after you were all settled in. "One time, Sunny, I heard you hiss at it. I know where the name Jerry came from- Abby told me. Then there was the time you tried to assassinate it with popcorn kernels, Moony-"

"I wasn't trying to kill it." Moon protested, faltering when you and Sun turned to look at him. "I was just… throwing them at it."

"You hate it." You concluded, and they both nodded.

"Yes, okay, we hate it. We got jealous, and it was stupid, but- it bumps into everything, including us, and it doesn't clean as well as we do, and we just- we just felt like we were being replaced." Sun finally admitted.

He'd started off loud and ended quietly, and the expression on your face was one Moon could only describe as heartbreak.

"I'm sorry. Come here." You said, tugging at them, and they followed your urging, laying down and wrapping themselves around you.

"Don't apologize. We're the ones that should be sorry." Moon mumbled, clutching at you as you petted the rim of his faceplate.

"Yeah. We'll leave Jerry alone. And… maybe rename him." Sun suggested sheepishly, but then he made a curious noise as your laughter gently shook them.

"I mean, it's kinda funny. He does miss a lot of stuff." You said, and Moon leaned into the kiss you pressed against his forehead. "But hey, listen. I'd never replace you two, never. You're my soulmates, and Jerry's a piece of plastic. Tell you what-"

You shifted, and Moon unwound his arm from around your back so you could pull out your phone, watching curiously as you opened it up and began to tap away at the screen with one hand. "I'll call Abby and see if she wants Jerry. Lord knows it could help her with Sweet Potato and Gingerbread."

"Starlight, are you sure?" Moon asked hesitantly. Abby's two cats were fluffy little things, both adorable and extraordinarily messy, and the vacuum certainly would take some stress off of her, but Moon knew the vacuum had eased your worries too, not to mention cost you a pretty penny.

"Yeah. I'll pick up the slack. I'm thinking we can have cleaning days, where we put on music and tidy up the house together." You said, smiling kindly down at Moon. Stars, you were lovely.

"That does sound like a lot of fun." Sun said with a content sigh, sitting up some where you lay on top of him and wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Awesome." You angled your head back, and Sun extended his neck to meet you halfway, gently pressing into your kiss before you moved back and glanced back down at the phone. "Let me call Abby, and then we can maybe make some brownies? I grabbed a box from the store on my way home."

"I love you." Moon said, and you laughed- such a pretty sound, he thought.

"I love you, too."

#sun x reader #moon x reader #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf x reader #this is silly sgshjsks #not super cutesy but quite funny imo #also for anyone confused about abby she's an OC from my main fic #so you wanna smooch a robot #she's like the reader's bestie and former coworker

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choicesmc · 12 days

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💖✨JIA JIA JIA!✨💖

ok, i've been messing around with some assets I was meaning to edit for Luca anyway, so here's a couple Jiahao edits for you lovely!! 💖 it was so much fun making tweaks to her expression to get the "slight raised eyebrow rbf" vibes hehe. Ooh, and his makeup and the purple contacts in the vampire version too! I hope these are okay!

If there are any clothing pieces from other books you love for her (bc I remember you saying the wardrobe options in ID just weren't really Jia's style), feel free to send them m way and I'll see what I can do 🥰 Some things might not be possible, I'm not that good at editing yet, but I'm more than happy to try! Sending hugs!

ARIA

I woke up at five AM and saw this, pinched myself, then went back to bed and woke up at seven AM and admired this.

Know that I am bouncing off the walls with excitement! I love how many little details you included (the nails! the contacts! the lipstick! love love love them all) and that you used her color scheme 💗

the resting bitch face? iconic. his outfits? iconic.

thank you so so much for this! it was literally the first thing I saw today and i cannot imagine a better thing to waking up to!

i assure you these are more than okay!! I feel like I'm really seeing Jia for the first time <3

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you— *gets dragged offstage*

#asks answered #aria ashryver #jet #tiny tidbits

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levans44 · 1 year

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chapter 7 (final) - (cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar

Loud drumming against the counter. Nervous tips of her fingers bouncing against the marble as she bites her lip, eyebrows creased, gaze tracking his every tantalizing movement.

“So, do you like it?”

They were in her coffee shop behind the counter, 2 pm on a random Saturday. It was the rare occasion that Steve had decided to take the afternoon off from work, planning to visit her at the cafe. She spent all morning giddy in excitement, coming up with the perfect new drink with only one thing in mind.

“Ya know, I might just name this one after you.” She says, placing her finishing touches on her cup. Pretends like she didn’t make this drink exclusively for him. Soft and sweet upon first contact with the tongue, but much deeper, earthy notes hiding behind that layer of light, milky foam.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm” she nods giddily, before placing a playful finger on her chin.

“What to call it… hmm, how about the ‘Captain America special’?”

She laughs at the immediate frown on his face before continuing.

“The American Hero? Ooh, I know! The Mighty Patriot!"

He winces, “no, to all of that.”

“Ok...” she nods slowly and takes a step forward, corner of her mouth still raised in amusement.

“How bout a tall…” the fronts of her shoes bump against his, as her fingers make their way up the buttons of his blue shirt, teasingly slow.

“muscular…”

She raises herself on her tiptoes, nose almost brushing against his as she leans in close.

“…handsome blonde?”

He lets out a soft laugh, eyes diverting. Still a bit shy, but she’s come to adore that about him now.

“I could get behind that.”

She bites her lip, before leaning in for a quick kiss. With a warm hand squeezing around her waist, he doesn’t let her go. He pulls her in closer, thumb tracing small circles on her hip.

Then, a loud noise sounds from outside the shop, maybe a pedestrian or a car, and they pull back abruptly. It’s been about six months since they’ve started dating in secret, but you can’t ever be too careful about PDA when you’re with Captain America.

Before they get too discouraged about the ruined moment, she quickly reaches behind him for the finished coffee on the counter, thrusting it into his hands.

She licks her lips nervously, watching him stare down expectedly into the cup, and is reminded of the first time they met — that single Monday he walked in and tried her cappuccino.

“I painted those, ya know.”

His hand halts, as he looks up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“The paintings in the back?” She nudges her head in the direction of the corner both: their special spot.

“Back when you used to come in for coffee you always used to look at them and… well, I’ve always wanted to tell you that they’re mine.”

A bright smile lightens his eyes as his gaze shifts over to the back wall, adorned with new paintings she had framed just a few weeks ago. He speaks a few seconds later, voice quiet and laced with warmth.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“‘Cause you never asked.” She quips.

With an unreadable smile on his lips, he doesn’t respond, and instead raises the cup to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he takes a sip.

She holds her breath, feeling her stomach do small somersaults as she watches him swallow and lick his lips.

“Well, what do ya think?”

A pause for dramatic effect because she brings out the absolute worst in Captain America, before he grins ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically.

“That’s amazing.”

A quiet sigh of relief she’s determined for him not to hear.

“Really? You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“No, you know I never lie!” He chuckles, taking another sip. “This is very good.”

And just for the sake of evoking old nostalgia, just because she wants to catch him off guard and watch those cheeks tint pink, just because she can, she raises a question tickling the tip of her tongue.

“So you like it better than the cappuccino?"

She already knows his answer, but lets him pull her in close anyway. Closes the gap between their lips to feel just how wide his smile is. Hands curled around the back of his neck, as she savors the sweet taste of coffee on his tongue.

“Never.”

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pedroswhore · 2 years

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To Break Old Oaths

Hi, guys things are getting a little spicier in this chapter a whole lot of jealous mando and angst. Hope you enjoy it and as always it was fun writing this.

xoxoxo

pedroswhore

TW: Rated mature, profanity, slight smut, possessive mando, jealous mando, slight dirty talk

Chapter 4

The mechanic

His bounty is insistent and uncharacteristically sweet when she presents him with the idea. To her delight, they’re stranded, and she tells him how the temperatures drop at night. With the shields down, they have no real protection. Grogu will have a real bed that is warm and comfortable, as well as a soothing bowl of bone broth in his belly.

He ignores her at first as she follows him around Grogu on her hip, as always. He wonders how her arms don’t tire she talks endlessly, as he tries to figure out what went wrong with his ship. He ignores her, but he finds himself smiling sometimes under his helmet when she sits perched on the crate as he works, bouncing the kid on her knee feeding him pieces of a ration bar.

"Be rational mandalorian,"

"I can feed the kid fresh meals every day. He can sleep in a soft cradle. "The temperatures here at night are those of Hoth,"

The child babbles. She looks down at him, nodding her head. "See, Grogu agrees." Grogu affirms her statement by nodding vigorously with whatever she’s said.

"Ooh, and we can go to the market for the things you need for the ship and I can buy grocery clothes-"

"Fine," he cuts her off.

She shot up with the baby, excited, talking to him about how he'd love the cradle she has at home.

He felt guilty at how little it took to make her so forgiving, how her face lit up with delight. He thought of telling her the truth, but he never been a good man. He thought of his lust and greed and the way he still felt under all his Beskar he was still a man despite it all. And yet he was dishonouring himself by taking her. It would be her choice.

Whether he could bring himself to leave her at the mercy of other hunters was uncertain. Stopping himself from touching her made him irritable. His only moment of relief was in the fresher in the dark corners of his bunk spent fantasising about fucking her up against the wall, taking his weeping cock out and lifting that sheer tattered dress she was wearing. He knew she would let him gasp softly and open her legs, arching her back like she had when he had given in and felt the weight of her breasts.

It'd be her choice, and if she let him in, he'd stay inside her warm himself up. In the cockpit, in his bunk against the walls of the crest. Everywhere he could, he’d have his fill.

The walk to her home is noisy, her and the kid chattering away, while he lingers behind them silent, on edge.

She insisted on eating together, putting him to work, making him chop firewood. He had caught her staring through the curtains, and he found himself smirking as he brought the axe down.

"Women", he muttered to himself whilst Grogu watched him in his cradle at a safe distance, clapping his hands every time a log broke clean.

She called them in after a while. She had changed into a little dress just below her mid-thigh. He never paid attention to what people wore and their hair, their maker damned eyes, but he could not bring himself to be indifferent to the blue flowers embroidered around her plunging neckline or her sleeve that had fallen so softly off her shoulders. Her hair clipped up tendrils framing her face. The apples of her cheek flushed red from the warmth of her stove.

She did not smile at him, all her warmth and affection for the kid who cooed at her from his father's arms.

The aroma of the stews and the fresh bread that lined the table his stomach whined in hunger. It had been so long since he had had a meal. That was not cold broth or ration bars.

"Sit," she instructed trying to restrain Grogu from pouncing on the food.

"I can’t take my helmet off," he told her,

She sighed "I know Madalorian." She took her chair and turned it around. I will not look; I don’t want to.”

She sat down with her back to her impossibly straight Grogu on her lap, peering at his father over her shoulder. "You can eat, hunter; I won't look."

Din considered what she was saying, what she was asking of him, and how unpredictable she was despite her words. But he was hungry and tired, so he took off his helmet, the low hiss making her gasp. A part him knowing he could trust her.

"If you look, I will have to kill you. This is the way."

"How many times shall I say this mando "I do not care enough to give up my life to know the colour your eyes are," she tells him, feeding Grogu.

He bit his lip to avoid an indulgent chuckle instead indulged himself with the food. He was ready to make vows over the first bite of food, promise warriors promise himself. The meat was so fragrant it fell apart on his tongue. They did not talk as they ate; he was too lost in his meal, eating like a man starved.

As soon as he shoved the last piece of bread in his mouth, he put his helmet back on.

"Are you decent?" she muttered amusement in her tone.

"Yes," he said as she turned around, prying her hair out of Grogu’s fist, his cheek flat against the swell of her breast ."Here," she said tiredly, "take your son."

He sat back, allowing her to walk into the space between his knees, widening his legs.His gaze fixed her breasts spilling from her dress, and he shifted on the chair, his arms raising on their own accord as he attempted to take Grogu from her.

His kid just clung to her until she winced his little hand still fisted into her hair. He stood up, untangling her hair from his Grogu’s grip, and took him. The child protested a little, but his exhaustion won.

"Good night, sweet pea," she whispered, kissing his cheek as the mandalorian took him into his arms, holding him on his shoulder.

He couldn’t stop himself as he pulled the clip from her hair, watching it fall down her back in shimmering chestnut waves. Her eyes were wide cast down when he held the side of her face, moving strands away from her face.

"Mando," she faltered , her voice coming out as a whisper. He said nothing, just bent down, swiping his thumb over her lips.

"It’s getting late," she breathed, moving out of his grasp. He let her. She swiped the imaginary sweat from her brow, her cheeks flushed. As she picked up the plates and fretted about

He put Grogu down in his cradle and thought about helping her, but the woman was muttering to herself, so he decided against it and settled on one of the armchairs she had crowded up the place.

Her home was full of trinkets, cushions, blankets, a stack of firewood, and clutter in every corner, which she so clearly loved.

She came before him, tugging her apron off her eyes at half mast, exhausted from the day from running after Grogu and quickly baby-proofing her house. But he could not want her more like this, tired and soft. Her feet bare the chimes of her anklets, filling the silence when the words were lost.

She stood awkwardly, unsure of her arms as she wrapped them around her.

"Um, there’s one room," she began, and he swore to the maker that his cock jumped at what she was beginning to imply.

"And" his voice was rougher then he expected it to be like he’d spent the day thirsting under the Tatoonie suns without

"So um, either you can sleep here or you can take the floor."

"I will take the bed."

"I did not offer the bed," she narrowed her eyes.

"There are probably hunters stalking you right now. You really want to play those odds, girl."

"I’ll take my odds either sleeping on the floor or outside." She hissed.

He slapped his hands on his thighs before getting up, determined that he knew he’d not be sleeping anywhere but next to her.

He stalked closer and she fidgeted. He liked that she was shorter; it was so easy to tower over her and watch how her cheeks tinged red the shades of scarlet she wore when he touched her when he spoke to her.

When her rage became her, "Let me hold you through the night. I can keep you safer than the knife on your thigh." He pulled off his glove and lifted her dress, warm fingers digging into the giving flesh, searching for the blade.

She ripped it out of his hands, "Somehow, Mandalorian, your hands always end up underneath my dress. I can recommend some popular brothels far into the city. I’ll watch the kid“

"In the time it would take for you to get to your little knife, you would already be dead." He dismissed her lifting up Grogu’s cradle before he walked up the stairs.

…

She nearly screamed in frustration, picking up the cushion he was leaning against and throwing it. Before stomping up the stairs to find the mandalorian on her side of the bed. His pauldrons and chest plate were nearly placed in a corner, his vambraces were still on, and the rest of his armour still on him.

She met what she assumed was his gaze, trying to read him only seeing his arrogance, splayed out on her bed. It was odd seeing the Mandalorians with such little armour wearing socks.

She could feel him smirking, his smugness radiating off him, the way his head rested on his arms. He wanted to play dirty, he’d get dirty.

She glided past him, pulling out a silk nightgown from her chest of drawers, bundling it at her side. She smirked to herself, as she sauntered out of the room, replacing her dress for an even shorter nightgown.

A shade of sage green trimmed with pink lace, she walked back into the room, head held high. His helm followed her, his body rigid.

She sat in front of her vanity her legs gracefully crossed like she was a princess of Alderaan ignoring the mandalorian and the hunger he omitted, from the way he shifted again and again the bread creaking under his weight. The irritated breaths of air, she got up putting her leg on the bed and applying her lotion on. It had her body smelling like lillies all day.

"Go and change," he barked, sitting upright, his casual arrogance disappearing

She smiled, "depravity doesn’t look good on you, Mando"

"You said to yourself that it’s cold at night. I don’t want to have to look after you."

"I don't understand your concern hunter. When I will be exchanged for credits regardless of whether I have a fever," she chastised as she screwed the lid back on. She crawled on to the bed, indulging him in something she knew would make his skin run hot. It was foul play, but he deserved it. As long as she remembered, he was still skin and bones under the armour.

"I won’t get paid, girl," he forced out, looking straight ahead, refusing to look at her. She lay on her side, aware that her nightgown had ridden up in a game she knew she couldn't win. And yet he had no right to touch her, to feel the smooth expanse of her skin under those work-hardened hands.

"Good," she muttered, closing her eyes and enjoying the way her skin felt against the crisp linen of her warm bed. Yet the man beside her did not settle. He did not settle through the night. His movements were painful. Irritating her too, he was either too hot or too cold, muttering under his breath or breathing too deeply before giving up and leaving.

She was not someone who enjoyed sunrises or sunbeams coming through open curtains. But today she did not complain when the sun woke her. She smiled when she saw the empty space next to her, panicked when she saw the empty cradle.

She rushed out of her room and there they were: the hunter, sprawled out on her dark green sofa, his legs hanging off his body too wide to be comfortable. His head propped up on his arm, his tiny green son splayed on his father's chest. His other arm held him to her chest, drool dripping from his mouth.

She bit her lip, trying not to smile too widely, reminding herself that the baby's father was her captor. Her frown returned not long after she put her hair up and started on breakfast. The baby needed something nice and healthy. She went to her garden used to the morning frost, finding it woke her before caf got her ready for the day.

She foraged for tomatoes for some herbs and made her way back.

The bread was perfect, golden and soft. The eggs were seasoned lightly and with some herbs, she’d go to the market today. The crest was old and it’d take a while for it to be up and kicking.

She leant over the mandalorian, unsure of how to take the baby without waking the hunter up. But his hand had already shot to her wrist whilst she was contemplating her technique. "Breakfast," she said, her voice deliberately chirpy.

She heard the faintest growl of annoyance before he handed the baby to her and got up.

The mandalorian was in a foul mood, probably due to the sleepless night, yet his eyes still lingered on her. When she flitted about serving him a plate on the table, she turned her back to him as she fed Grogu, letting the mandalorian eat. But he did not speak, stewing in silence. Once she had fed Grogu and cleaned his face, he was back in the hunter's lap.

She went off to change, thinking about how she could irritate him, whether it would be a light blue or a soft green.

Soft green, it was a dress coming up to her knees, the sleeves long and the neckline low. Her hair in a plait down her back fastened with a ribbon. A cardigan she had croched two winters ago was warming her.

"I need to go to the market mando." She stood strong as he lets grogu chew on his arm.

"No"

"I wasn’t asking"

"I am not the only hunter looking for you."

He does not raise his helmet directing his attention on the kid.

"We will be here quite some time and I need to stock up on food mandalorian."

"You will not leave, little girl," he says as he pulls Grogu off him and places him on the floor before getting up and ascending the stairs.

Dismissing the conversation

‘Little’ is new and degrading, and she bites her tongue to keep anything venomous at bay. She follows him up taking Grogu with her.

"I have been running for a long time, mandalorian from men like you. Don’t think so little of me," she spits

He starts with his pauldrons and then his chest plate before he checks his weapons. He doesn’t look at her. "I found you, girl, and that is telling enough."

Fury laces her veins, "if a hunter finds me, maybe they’ll kill me and I’ll finally be free of you."

He sighs in annoyance , grabbing her arm, pulling her back, "What do you need?"

"For you to fuck off," she growls, tugging her arm free. He looked her over, and she wished she could read his face to know what he was thinking. But his body language was expressive. The way he holds her arm, his hand encircling her biceps, digging into her skin.

"What do you need?" He asked again, his voice a little less tolerant.

"You won’t know what a parsnip is if it looks you in the eye." Irked at his hands and the way he thinks he can just order her around. The expectation that she would obey him like some bitch.

He alternates between the names he gives her, hardly using her own "I’ll take you."

"Oh thank you. I wasn’t going to be able to make it to the market of the village I’ve lived in for three years. How can you ever repay me?" she muttered as he let her go.

"You can put some clothes on at night."

"I didn’t tell you to sleep in my room. You invaded my privacy and now expect me to cover up. Because you can't control your c-cock," she hadn't used the word so openly before and felt a flush creep up her neck, but it made her point.

"Shut up," he growled.

The villagers looked at her as if she was a reckoning. The man beside her was damning her. He stood over them, tall and armoured. She muttered under her breath, his hand not straying from the small of her back. She could feel him breathing down her neck the way his footsteps deliberately lagged behind hers and the way he did not speak a word.

They looked on terrified apprehensive when she approached, so she quickly called out of their favour. Her face was burning. Her scowl taking residence on her lips. Grogu was restless in her arms, demanding his independence. To explore, to join the children playing in the streets.

"Grogu!" She scolded when he tugged at her hair to get her attention, "If you do not hold still, I’ll make your daddy hold you." She threatened, he did not relent, squirming in her arms. She felt inexperienced and embarrassed at the way she may have been perceived a disgruntled girl losing against a green toddler. And then there was the stoic android beside her, refusing to step in.

"That’s it!" She pulled Grogu off her, pressing him into his father's arms.

"I don’t need you to navigate for me, mandalorian," she snarled, shrugging off his gloved hand. Instead, he took to her waist, ignoring her and reprimanding his son instead.

"Don’t hurt her again, you understand?" His voice was stern not to be messed with Grogu let out a whimper, and her heart ached. "I didn’t tell you to terrify him." She said as Grogu’s ears drooped. Followed by his signature pout.

The mandalorian’s helmet shot up. "You’re spoiling him, girl," he muttered, holding a settled Grogu to his chest, his head on his father's shoulder sulking.

The vendors were still sweet to her, offering her kind smiles as she stocked up, filling the mandalorians' arms, making use of him. Putting Grogu on her hip when she needed his other arm.

They made small talk, but their eyes remained on the mandalorian. They asked her how she was limiting their inquisition to her, her alone. Not the strange green baby or the hulking mass of armour next to her.

The blonde-haired mechanic was the first to stop her. "Lilly," he called her, the smile on his face so bright she couldn’t help but smile back. He opened up his arms and she returned his hug. "I thought we would never hear from you again." He beamed, his smile wide. The mandalorian next to her was deathly quiet as he pulled her out of the mechanics' embrace, standing in front of her.

"Don’t mind him, Silas, he’s programmed to do that," she said, dismissing him, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing. The mandalorian did not find it funny his blaster ready in his hand

She moved past him, standing in front of the poor mechanic. "The Mandalorian’s ship is having issues. I was wondering if you could have a look at it. I’d be happy to watch the boys," she said sweetly. He beamed at her, but his eyes hardened as he looked at the mandalorian.

"I do not need your services," the mandalorian ground out. She nudged him irritated. Silas looked to her for an answer. "He’s just not slept well. The sofa was too small for him." she told him, lips quirking upwards.

I’ll come around then in the morning," Silas said, not raising his head to look at the mandalorian, a few inches taller than him but taller nonetheless.

It was fun, antagonising the hunter, who was too possessive for a man who was nothing to her. "Thank you, Silas, see you tomorrow," she said, kissing his cheek in goodbye. The mechanic's eyes widened, a small smile playing on his lips, as he left before turning to look at her.

The mandalorian had taken her arm and led her further into the market. "Who is he to you?" the hunter could not help himself.

"It doesn’t concern you, mandalorian," she said, taking Grogu from him, holding him on her hip before finding a vendor selling children’s clothes.

"It does, girl," he bit out, taking her arm once more and drawing her gaze to him.

"Listen to me, mandalorian "I am nothing to you except a means of credit," she sighed, tired of the mandalorians' pride.

"You are mine, girl, mine to give, mine to take," he growled at her, tightening his grip on her.

"You're so sweet for using me as currency, but I'd appreciate it if you'd let me go; you've given me enough bruises these past few days, hunter," she glared up at him.

He released her and she returned to what she was doing, ignoring the mandalorian’s looming presence. He didn’t realise how strong his grip was, how hands that were trained with blasters were not gentle. Her pride, his possessiveness, confused her. It made her uneasy. She would have been more relieved if he was indifferent to her skin to the eyes of other men. It was what she expected.

But she did not expect this. This is not how bounty hunters acted . All the men before him were ready to shoot at her legs and arms to maim and torture her. Bring her forward with only the breath in her body.

The hunter currently watching over her was merciful, a trait bounty hunters usually did not possess.

It made her seethe, making her grind her teeth so hard she felt her teeth chip. Even the sound of his low modulated breaths were irritating. She wanted to turn around and punch him directly in between his eyes, break his nose, and make him bleed. But she knew she was no match for Beskar.

His jealousy had stirred feelings of want. It made her want to be taken to some dirty alley. She wanted those strong tan hands to leave an imprint on her for days wanted to wear his claim on her neck, her thighs. He made her desperate for touch, for a rougher hand. But even when lust was taking root in her, she could not bring herself to ignore the inevitability of his conquest. If he had her take his fill, he’d still take the credits on her head.

What would be left of her?

Still, her mind wanders to the mandalorian and his capable hands. She had been running from being owned. Yet the hunters' gun-ready hands had her believing if she were to be possessed, she’d rather it be him.

Their meal was eaten in silence, with the exception of Grogus's excited chatter. They followed the same routine. The hunter sat on the head of the table, his helmet beside him, his back to them both.

He had left after the evening meal to go to work on his ship whilst there was still light outside. For a moment, the thought crossed her mind that she could just take grogu and run. She was good at it. Had been doing it for years, she had enough credits to pay her fare. Somewhere further in the galaxy harder to find.

But she could not subject Grogu to a life like that of hunger of scrubbing cantina floors for half a meal. Maybe she could leave him alone, but it was not safe. She could not bring herself to do it.

So she sat at the table watching Grogu play, not nearly tired enough to force him to sleep.

She sighed as she closed the windows. Maybe he was right if he had found her here. Maybe other hunters had too, but they would not be as merciful as him.

Lillia lit candles and slipped on her night gown, throwing on a cardigan to fight the chill as the fire died out. She braided her hair, her cup of tea at her side, Grogu nestled in her lap as she told him a story, coaxing him to sleep. Her eyes were fixed on the door, wondering when the mandalorian would come back and the feeling of safety would return.

…

He'd need the mechanic after all, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't get the crest running without assistance. The mechanic was no threat, but she could see him.

See the way he smiled at her, the way his eyes followed her, see the blue of his eyes and the gold of his hair. She did not know that he looked at her with the same desire as the mechanic, how nothing went unnoticed by him.

The way she would scrunch her nose after she sneezed, the way she would twist her hair into a clip, saving it from Grogu's persistent hands. She would always smile at his kid , no matter what he did. Her anger, her joy, he witnessed it all.

His infatuation knew no bounds when he would listen to her speak to Grogu, wiping away at his face like a mother did. She would wipe away his tears with her sleeve and kiss his nose when he would smile at her. He craved this domesticity, this quiet familiarity, the home the mechanic could give her.

It made his jaw tick the idea of Lillia preparing a meal for the mechanic like she did for him. She bought him a cup of caff before making her own. The mechanic give her the life he wanted to give her. The years of isolation, the nights blurred into days, the last time he felt the sun on his face. The feeling of raindrops on his hands It had all caught up with him. The comfortable silence he was accustomed to was filled by her. He wanted her noise, her whimpers, the way her voice begins to break when she’s angry; he wanted it all. For the first time, his helm felt like a burden rather than a crown.

But he could not. She would never agree to bind herself to him. To leave the soft life she had made for herself to go crusading in the stars for the uncertainty of patching up old wounds.

The crest being fixed was a reckoning that he’d be a better man. He’d give her a choice.

The room was basking in the warm candlelight. Her voice was carried by the walls, tired as she told her son a story. He was not a good man. The way lust ravaged him, he thought only of taking her and ploughing into her. He was pushing up that silky little thing she wore and having his way.

His chest was tight as he warred with his body at how quickly she evoked a reaction from him His heart raced as he willed himself to be calm. He felt like ripping off his gloves and soothing the way she made him ache.

She jumped instantly, holding Grogu close to her chest, "you can’t just spring up on me like that." Her voice was still high as she recovered from the fright he gave her.

"First you made me paranoid and now you’re walking around like a goddess dammed ghost," she said.

He did not apologise, his eyes trained on her cleavage Grogus's cheek against her breast, a little drool glistening against her skin.

She got up, flustered by his silence. "Fine," she said to herself under her breath, but he heard it. She did not meet his gaze. Instead, he just took Grogu from her and laid him down on the sofa.

She turned to leave the tell-tale sign of frustration in her exasperated sigh. He grabbed her waist as she tried to walk past him, her braid swinging around her hips.

He crowded her against the wall, helmet tilted down, saying all that needed to be said. She looked down. Her hands were fidgeting by her side.

"Look at me, Lillia."

She did, and he was mesmerised by her eyes, grey like the storm clouds that filled Hoth's sky. Striking yet softened with dark eye lashes; there were speckles of blue in her irises. The calm before the storm,

He could tell that she was exhausted by the way she did not put up a fight when he tilted her jaw up.

"Say yes"

"To what?" she asked

He was trying to be gentle, but when he released her jaw, he left white indents on her skin.

"Close your eyes, girl"

"Why mando?" she questioned

She was stubborn it was never blind obedience with her. He pulled off the scarf she had used to keep her hair out of her eyes, freeing tendrils to frame her face.

He undid the knot she had tied.

"Mando!" she asked again, her hands coming to stop him.

As he placed the scarf over her eyes, "only for a moment," he reassured her. She let her hands fall to her side.

Blind trust

He took off his helmet, putting it on the table, and pulled off his gloves too. Before returning to her, the candlelight made her skin glow, still porcelain under the light.

Her back was to the wall impatient hands returned to her waist, holding her there. He could feel her heart racing as her lips parted rosy from being bitten.He bent down. She was so damn light too light that he lifted her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively.

"Mando," she whispered, her worry evident in her hands coming to his chest, holding him there.

"I won’t fuck you." She flinched at his crassness.

"Not like this," he swore.

His reassurance was enough. Her hands travelled to his face. He let her explore. Her fingers traced over the bridge of his nose and fuck he had vowed but she was making it difficult. He wanted to lean in to her touch and beg her to never stop touching him. Her fingers continued tentatively in their exploration. Her thumb traced the scar down his bottom lip, and he jerked, so sensitive to her touch that she snatched her hand away.

He took her hands in his and bought it back to his face. "It’s okay," he murmured as his blood grew hot rushing south. His pants stretched over his crotch painfully hard just from being touched by her. The wild innocence, the hesitant touches, made him yearn for her, for her softness.

She was still hesitant even when she caressed his jaw.

"You have a beard?"

He swallowed

"Almost," he replied, and her lips quirked upwards

"And a moustache," she observed

"Hm," he nearly grunted, trying to stop his hips from grinding against her for some maker damned relief.

He brought his face closer to hers and brushed his nose against hers. Her hands returned to his chest. He kissed the corner of her mouth, tasting a little of her bottom lip. He groaned into her skin before his lips travelled down her jaw, feather light.

He could lose himself in her soft skin, in its warmth, in the scent of lilies. He kisses the skin on her neck, delicate and blooming pink. His kisses are rougher and she lets out a quiet moan, hands threading into his hair as his teeth break skin. As he leaves little violet marks on her neck, her jaw, her collarbone, she whimpers when his lips move to her breasts, his tongue hot over the fabric, leaving her gown damp. As he grinds against her.

He knows he’s too far gone, his hips meeting hers instinctively. He looks up at her; her cheeks are flushed red. Her lips were swollen from the way she bit into them to keep herself quiet.

He’s sloppy, uncontrolled in his thrusts in his kisses, too fervent to be methodical. She brings out the creature in him. The creature who tells him to bury himself to the bone in order to stay inside of her until her hips widen and her breasts fill.

He said he would be a better man he growls in frustration and anger as his hips come to a halt, forgoing relief. He would not ruin her like this. He wouldn’t stain his pants like a boy. But his work is done. He does not regret the marks he left on her skin, the redness of his kiss, his grazes tinging violet.

He takes her lips between his teeth, she squirms in his arms, exhausted by his ministrations.

"You said you wouldn’t forgive me," he says, into her skin. She clutches his shoulder for purchase.

"My forgiveness does not mean anything to you, mandalorian." She’s still breathing heavily. Her tongue swiping over dry lips.

"When I fuck you, I won’t ask for forgiveness."

He says as he holds on to her, her legs releasing his waist as she slides back down the wall.

"It will be penance." He pulls on his helmet, wanting to see the fire in her eyes.

He removes the scarf; her eyes have darkened and glitter in the light, her brows are furrowed, her hair is wild the braid coming loose.

Dark tendrils flutter about her face, lips ripe and bruised by him.

He takes her hand in his own, so much smaller than his own, and brings it to his clothed cock, straining under his pants. Her face flushes eyes widening before she looks away, trying to pull her hand back.

"You don't know about penance, girl, this is far from it," he says, dragging her hand along his length building a steady rythem.

He doesn’t know where these words are coming from or why they are coming to his tongue so naturally. His sentences are usually short concise there is often little to say. The time he spends in silence in his own thoughts only make his tongue a liability.

But with her, his mind was at ease, despite how his body raged, how his cock twitched just from the heat of her hands. He’s made his point letting her hand go before he makes a mess of himself.

"I know what penance is letting you touch me is penance, when I know how you will use me, when I know that you will not look back once you take your bounty." She says softly, exhausted at this game. She brings her hand to her chest, letting it rest there as if the next words are too painful for her to say.

"You know, Madalorian, I was loved once," he notices the shift in her eyes, the fire dying out as they gloss over like heavy, burdened rain clouds.

“I remember it. I remember the feeling. I try not to forget. Nothing would be left of me if I forgot. And I don’t think I can do it again. I can’t deal with the burden of it. Don’t touch me like this mando, don’t touch me like you mean it, I’m not someone who's warm just for one night. Don’t be kind to me when it won’t end in kindness. " Her voice breaks, but she’s resilient, and she steps away from him.

The guilt consumes him and he wills himself to speak, to tell her that he won’t but he cannot lose her so quickly. She’s asked so little, he cannot afford her that liberty. She’s unpredictable. She’d take her first chance and run, getting herself killed. He tells himself he’s being rational, rather than his covetousness being the reason he takes so long to answer.

"You think I don't mean it, girl," he says as she walks away from him,

" you don't mandalorian, you just want to find some relief inside me."

He takes her arm, pressing his helmet to her forehead to make her understand without words, without fucking up trying to string them together. "Mando'a was so much easier; the words flowed; only a few needed to tell her that she wasn’t his relief; she was the closest semblance to home."

"I mean it."

"You understand?"

She nods, her eyes faraway glassy as he lets her go. She picks up Grogu and carries him upstairs. The mandalorian follows her, and he knows his time with her is short.

Previous - Chapter Three

Next - Chapter 5

#din djarin #grogu djarin #mando smut #star wars #the mandalorian #dark mando #din djarin smut #original female character #mando x ofc #slow burn #enemies to lovers #mando fic #din djarin fic #star wars universe #baby yoda #his name is grogu #din and grogu

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snootlestheangel · 4 months

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So I just suddenly got a flashback of a story I started working on in Freshman year of high school. It was in notebooks upon notebooks!

It was a secret Area 51 run team. And they were basically social workers for supernatural beings. I remember it was gonna be like a crime novel about rookie case worker, Angelina (Angel), and her veteran case worker, Alistor, who was very tired with the job. And they were gonna be helping out a werewolf pack that had settled into a small town. That was currently having issues with like the local vampire family. I don’t remember it all really well.

But that’s why I think I’m so excited about this new WIP of yours! Because it reminded me of them and now I’m excited to hear even more about it!

Ooh exciting!! So happy you're reminded of something and it's making you excited!! *still have a headache from the migraine I had this morning so brain hurty*

I honestly fucking cannot wait to post this fic

It is one of the few fics I've been genuinely like bouncing off the walls excited about.

Just can't wait for yall to learn the lore about Ghost's cryptid self and just *happy flaps*

I'll answer more questions and stuff about the au, I just can't think of anything specific at the moment.

#cryptid hunter au #cryptid ghost #of earthly things

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wannaseewhatshangin · 1 year

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Dallas x Bartender! Reader (pt3)

You got everything else ready for the party.

Buck left to stock up on supplies.

So until the party started.

It was just you, Dallas, and Mark.

Your dress looked beautiful on you.

Especially since it hugged you in all the right places.

Dallas couldn’t help but stare.

Trust me.

He wanted to be respectful of course.

And he wasn’t trying to be dirty.

But the way you looked tonight made him feel some type of way.

Not in that way!-well, maybe a little.

But you made him have this weird feeling in his stomach.

“You’re starin again.” Mark said, chuckling with a knowing smile.

Dallas ignored him, pointing his pool stick to the table, letting him know it was his turn.

“I mean, she looks real nice. She got a nice booty too.” Mark said, trying to get Dallas going.

Dallas snapped his head towards him, giving him a warning look.

“Cut that out.” He said sharply.

Mark laughed and held his hands up in defense.

“Just messin with you, man.”

“Hey dally! Can you help me lift these lights up? The stool won’t reach high enough. Give me a lift?” You asked sweetly.

Of course he wasn’t gonna pass an opportunity to be close to you.

He would do anything and everything just to be next to you.

“Sure, doll.” He said, acting like he isn’t bouncing off the walls on the inside.

You took your heels off.

Which Dallas really liked on you.

They went great with your mini dress.

You stood on the stool.

And got on his shoulders.

It was nice to have you this close to him.

Even if it was a bit out of his comfort.

Of course he would rather cuddle.

But he knows that this was the closest he was gonna get.

Especially since the night you two cuddled, you just needed company as you were scared of the storm.

Before he knew it, you had the lights up.

Which was too quick for his liking.

He wanted to be close to you longer.

He set you on your feet.

He stood awkwardly as you fixed your dress.

As it slid up your thighs when you were on his shoulders.

“Anything else you need help with?”

You smiled at him.

“Nah. Go play your game.” You said

He smiled at you as he walked to the pool table.

Later on the party started.

“Yay! More assholes! Can’t wait.” You said sarcastically, making Dallas and Mark laugh at your smart comment.

As people came through the door, you grew more nervous, but you were excited.

Dallas sat at the bar.

He didn’t drink anything.

He just wanted to keep an eye on you.

“You want anything?” You asked Dallas.

He thought for a minute.

He wasn’t bad when he was drunk.

Shit. He was all laughs and giggles when he had a lot to drink.

But he didn’t want to have too much.

And then tell you how he feels about you.

“Maybe just one- ooh! Can you make that drink that you made earlier? I really liked that.” He said, his voice soft.

You smiled at him.

“Sure thing, boo.” You said, starting to make his drink.

His face heated up as he heard the nickname.

More people came through the door and you gave Dallas his drink.

He tried to pay for it.

He was actually more trying to tip you.

“Oh no, sweetie. Don’t worry about it.” You said, pushing his hand that held the money.

He pushed it further to you.

“Please? You’ve let too many things slide with me. I’ve had too many free drinks and you created this one yourself. Let me pay for it.”

You stood there for a minute.

You didn’t know if you should decline or just take it to make him happy.

You decided to take it.

“Thanks dally. You’re sweet.” You smiled as you put the money under the cash register, separating your tip from the business money.

“Only for you, doll.” He smirked.

You laughed.

“Well aren’t you a little smooth talker.” You chuckled.

He smiled shyly, letting his guard down in front of you.

Which he has done many times.

Your conversation was interrupted when a good looking teen walked up to the bar.

She was hella pretty though, in your opinion.

“I like your shirt.” She said, rubbing dally’s arm, making him a bit uncomfortable.

This made your blood boil, making you slam the cash register open as the other customer paid for his drinks.

You stared holes into her skull as you put the money in the cash register.

“Thanks, please don’t touch me.”

She giggled, not taking him seriously.

“Why? You gotta crazy girlfriend?” She said, continuing to caress his bicep.

He shifted uncomfortably.

“No. I have a crazy best friend. She kills people.” He said, laughing at his own remark.

He was right.

You were definitely one to take up for your friends.

Especially if they did the same for you.

“Oh yeah? Where is she? I’d like to meet her.” She mocked.

You slammed your hand on the bar, scaring her out of her skin.

“You gonna buy anything or are you gonna keep bothering this customer?”you snapped.

Dallas smirked.

“Oh yeah. Let me get a sparkling water.” She said, batting her eyes at Dallas.

You smiled sarcastically.

“Don’t have that, tuts. Try again.”

She scoffed.

“Ugh, fine. Let me get a water.”

You laughed.

“Babes, you do realize this is a BAR, right? You know, the sign with the BIG letters that spell B.A.R?” You were a centimeter closer to rocking her shit.

“Don’t talk to me like that! Who do you think you are?” She snapped.

You giggled uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath.

“You know that girl you wanted to meet earlier?”

She nodded.

You stuck your hand out to her.

“Nice to meet you, hun.” You said, staring her right in the eyes.

Dallas was almost loosing it. He had to look away so he wouldn’t burst out laughing.

She scoffed and walked away sassily.

You let out a aggravated sigh.

“Oh my god! Haha! I literally love you! That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen!” He said, losing his shit.

Wait.

He just said he loves you.

“Shut up.” You said, trying not to smile.

“Well aren’t you a little aggressive short person.” He said, mocking you from earlier.

You glared at him playfully.

“She was bothering you. Just helpin a friend out.”

He smirked.

“Oh really? It seemed to me like you were a tad bit jealous.”

You scoffed.

“Wait? Hell no. Never. I don’t get jealous. Especially over bitches like her.”

He smiled.

“You sure, doll?” He said, putting his hand on yours, making you get immediate butterflies in your stomach.

You pulled your hand away quickly.

“Y-yes I’m sure.” You said, looking away from his eyes.

He smirked.

“Don’t worry, doll face. I could never replace you.” He said

His eyes lingered on your lips for a little longer than necessary.

You two talked all night as you made drinks for customers.

Soon, the party was over and the bar closed for the night.

It was currently 3 in the morning.

You had time to take a shower and get dressed into your pajamas.

Which was a bralette and a pair of sleep shorts that hugged you a nicely.

You later on your bed thinking about Dallas.

But you turned to your book that you were reading.

You heard a knock at your door.

“Come in.” You yelled.

The door opened and you saw Dallas with blankets and snacks and drinks and a couple of movies.

“Sleepover?” He asked sweetly.

You smiled and nodded.

You got off of your bed and got all of your blankets and pillows and started making a fort.

Dallas was a little confused.

“Well? Are you gonna sit there or are you gonna help me start this fort?” You said sassily.

He helped you make the fort.

He put the pillows in the fort and all the snacks as you put on a movie.

It was a scary movie.

You both got in the fort and covered up under the sheets that y’all put in there.

Y’all laughed all night, mocking that girl at the bar.

“She for real said sparkling water! I fucking can’t! Bitch this is a bar!” You said at the edge of tears

You haven’t laughed this hard in a while.

“Right!”

He looked at you.

But not normally how you would see him looking at you.

There was something deep in his eyes.

It was luring you in.

It made you wanna hug him.

“Y/n?”

You snapped out of it.

“Yeah?”

He paused.

“If I tell you something. I-..just promise me no matter how badly you think of this..you will still be my friend. Right?..”

You were starting to get a bit scared.

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

He chuckled.

“No, doll. Just promise you won’t leave me.”

You nodded your head, a way of saying you promise.

“I-I think…I think I love you.” He said hesitantly.

You smiled

“Bruh. You gave me a scare just to tell me that? Of course you love me. I mean. Who wouldn’t want a friend like me?!” You said, doing a silly pose.

He laughed.

“No. That’s not what I mean. I’m tryna say that I’m in love with you..”

You paused.

“Really?..”

He nodded, looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with you.

You grabbed his face and kissed him, catching him off guard.

He jumped slightly, but slowly melted into the kiss.

The door opened to a very drunk Buck, interrupting the kiss.

“This is not the bathroom.” He said as he shut the door.

A few second went by until the door opened again.

“Also congratulations, Dallas.” He said shutting the door again.

You two laughed at this for a while.

“I love you.” Dallas said out of no where.

You smiled

“I love you too, stupid.”

#ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #sodapop x reader

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lacteawhy · 1 year

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-do you have any questions, mister Sherman?

You ask him and look away, like you don't want to pressure him. You look around the old a abandoned building, almost enjoying the view.

-unbutton that shirt for me, sweetheart.

His voice sounds like it's inside your head. The smoke of his cigarettes hit your face. Your stomach twists in disgust

-I beg your pardon?

You frown and turn your head to face him..only to feel a cold blade against the skin of your neck. His face is right there, smug and with a nasty grin. You lift your chin up to try and avoid the blade, your eyes widen.

-you're such a nice realtor..such a nice realtor, sweetheart

He lowers his guard a bit and moves his blade across your jaw line, down to the buttons of your shirt and starts playing with them, using the tip of the knife.

-I want to see a little more of you

He takes a drag and slowly blows the smoke out

-c'mon..show daddy what ya got~

You use the opportunity of his lowered guard and push him into the chest, startling him. You grab your chance and start walking backwards, away from him, keeping your eyes fixed on his blade.

He laughs. His laughter bounces off the walls and echoes right into your ears. Your heart shrinks. You feel so small and powerless all of the sudden..

-Iiii like it when they fight!

He grabs his crotch and squeezes it

-oh yeah, sweetheart..ooh give me some more of that

He closes his eye, biting his lower lip and gives you a mocking chuckle. He looks at you. The butt of his cigarette comes flying away from him, as he starts walking towards you. You tremble

-what..what do you want...who the hell are you...

-baby, I'm a simple man! Just taking the most out of my life...and yours.

He laughs

-oh don't be like that! You think I didn't notice you flirting with me, huh? "Oh, mister Sherman" "ah, mister Sherman!"

He mocks you and laughs again. He's getting hysterical.

-ya wanted me from the start!

-I don't know...what the hell are you talking about.

He's right though..it pains you to admit it - he's right. He seemed like such a charming man. His voice is sweet like a honey, you wanted to listen to him talking, you wanted him to give you attention, any sign he's also interested in you..but now? Now your guts are twisting...god you want to vomit.

-oh no no..we don't lie to daddy. Not in this house.

He speeds up, making you trip and hit the ground. His face seems serious all of the sudden. You crawl away from him but he's fast..he grabs your throat and starts dragging you to a nearest wall.

-let..go...

You try to speak, pulling his hand away but it's no use. You feel your back hitting the wall. He starts dragging you up, making you stand up on your feet again.

-go on now..struggle...

He whispers. You struggle. You push. You even try to bite him.

He laughs at you.

-there we go, sweetheart, harder!!

He's enjoying this. He knows he got you and the confidence of his words makes you weak...your muscles don't listen to you...why..

-I said harder!

He squeezes your neck, making you hit his shoulder with a fist. You try and you try and you try...

-that's my girl..yeah..you wanna live, yeah? Show me how much you wanna live.

He starts lifting your skirt, baring your underwear. His face gets all excited as he notices that you are wearing high stockings.

-aaawww, sweetheart! For me? You put this on just for me? Ooh daddy loves to see that..

He's panting, rubbing his crotch against your hip. He practically starts humping you. Slowly, sensually even. You start sobbing.. He has no care for that. He looks around, biting his lip.

-oh there are so many places where I can fuck you. Fill you up good. We gonna have so much fun, sweetheart..you and me...and no one will hear us...you better moan loud for daddy..

He pulls out his dick impatiently. He's so hard.. he's leaking

-look what you did to me, you dirty slut..

He says in a lowered voice, smirking at you

-you should feel honored

He whispers

-daddy really likes you. You make daddy excited

-please don't..

You cry. It makes him laugh. He starts caressing your hip, his hand feels hot.

-aww, sweetheart..but you'll love it

He kisses your cheek. More. And more. You shiver from his touch. You hear his breath getting faster, he starts licking you. His tongue tasting your neck, your cheek, until he gets to your lips. He starts licking them in a very teasing manner..like he's playing with you. A very disgusting game. His tongue slides between your lips and then he pulls it away and smiles. He does it multiple times, almost giggling like a child. Just watching you shake from fear, enjoying the tears that are forming in your eyes.

-your lips taste so good..

He licks again. You squeeze them a bit, hoping he won't do it again..but instead he just starts kissing you. His mustache feel kinda rough, like a dull blade, brushing against your lip.

You feel he's pushing his dick between your thighs. He gasps.

-oh sweetheart!

He almost moans.

-and what is that supposed to be, huh?

He drags his dick out and looks at it. It's covered in your lube even though he only rubbed against your underwear...you shake. He gets excited.

-oh you LOVE it when daddy plays with you, huh?! You love being daddy's little fuck toy, huh??

He puts the knife in his mouth to hold it. His hands grab your hips, as he slides his dick back between your thighs, now with your underwear moved to the side by his thumb. He starts thrusting, holding you like you're nothing but a sex toy. His dick..feels good rubbing against your clit.. you bite your lip from the inside to prevent yourself from making any sounds. He starts thrusting harder. You shake your head and hit his chest. He moves his head closer to you, making so that the blade he's holding firmly in his mouth is now pressing against your neck. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks and a little moan escapes your lips.

He nods. That's right.

He grabs your thighs and lifts you up. The tip of his cock is pressing against you. He wiggles his eyebrows and seems to..smirk.

-please no..don't do this.. please..

He shakes his head and presses the tip harder against you. He wants you to beg more.

-please..please...mister Sherman, I won't tell anyone..

You sob. Your hands are shaking. He chuckles and with a rough thrust his dick enters you fully. He moans and spits the knife out.

-ooh, sweetheart, you're so fucking tight. So tight...oooh...

His dick is pulsating inside you. He starts licking the tears off your face.

-daddy will make you feel good, don't worry.

He starts massaging your clit with his thumb..it's like he's making fun of you.. your breath is shaking.

-moan for daddy, come on.

He says to you almost like he's talking to a dog.

You moan quietly. He pounds you a few times, while still rubbing your clit

-louder..

He whispers. You clench your fists on his shoulders...it's disgusting..it's disgusting how good it feels right now...you want to spit in his face..but you...also... want him to keep going.

He frowns. His dick leaves your body, as he puts you down. Without having any time to react you feel how he turns you around and presses you against the wall. You feel a hard smack, that makes you yelp.

-daddy doesn't like to repeat.

He grabs your hip and hair and start pounding you so hard you can't help but moan. Scalp hurts from his grip. Your chest pressing against the wall, along with your cheek. You get smacks, one after another, as his dick tearing your insides apart. Tears..so many tears in your eyes.

-too late now, sweetheart.

His voice doesn't sound angry but it's stiff now.

Suddenly, a relief on your head..You hear him starting to search his pockets, without stopping his hips from moving. He takes out a cigarette and lights it up.

He takes a puff...for a split second becoming less aggressive with his fucking..but then..fuck. fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You feel a burning pain and hear him exhale. The smoke hits your nose and bright ashes melt the skin on your back. You scream. A cigarette burn is now flashing red on you.

-there we go...you gonna misbehave more, sweetheart..?

You shake your head, sobbing.

-good girl..

He caresses your hips, pounding you a little slower. He takes another drag..seems like he's relaxing a bit..You feel his dick leaving your body. Your hips unwillingly follow it, like you want him to stay inside you. His eyebrows rise, with a slight head tilt

-oh..?

It almost seems like he doesn't know what to say..he chuckles. He chuckles more, it turns into a quiet laughter.

-wow! Sweetheart..I love all of my beautiful realtor ladies..but you're different..

He smirks.

-I like that...

He caresses your hips again

-I like that a lot...

He laughs, shaking his head...no way you like it... that can't be true. He just can't seem to stop laughing. You're weird. Twisted even.

He leans down to you, his hand slides along your back. He starts kissing your neck, softly.. like he wants to treat you a little bit for amusing him. Yeah, you're definitely an interesting one..

The tip of his dick is sliding back and forth against your clit

-you like that, little princess?

He almost growls into your ear...oh that growl...it makes you so weak. His voice takes you to a whole another level of arousal. You nod.

-good girl...you're a good girl, y'know that?

He keeps growling, grinning and kissing your ear. The tip slides into you, making you moan.. yeah..you gave in...you gave in..........

He starts moving his hips, panting into your neck. You can feel his lips curling into a smile.

-listen to the sounds you make, sweetheart..daddy made you a little wet, huh?

Embarrassing..the wet sounds coming from you are so..so embarrassing. Why does he feel..so good...

He throws the cigarette away, his hands suddenly grab your shirt and tears it open. The buttons fly everywhere. He instantly starts making himself at home...his touches are so bold, so feisty..the fingers slide into your bra and he starts pinching your nipples. You whine a little. Any sound you make - makes him pound you a little harder.

You feel him pulsating harder and harder.

-miiine

He drags the word in a low half whisper. He tenses up and presses you against the wall with all of his body. His warm cum fills you up fully as he growls and grabs your hips to hold you in place.

After waiting for a few seconds he finally relaxes and let's your insides rest, he pulls out his cock. Without paying any attention to you, he takes out another cigarette...yeah, the guy sure smokes a lot...

-you're a mess, sweetheart

He chuckles. You are. You are a shaking, panting mess. He lights up his cigarette looking at you, admiring his work..yeah..those marks on your ass look amazing. He takes a puff.

-where next?

You look at him silently.

-I think that pillar looks nice...or maybe by that window? You think the windowsill is stable enough? Wouldn't want to break your head open until I'm done with you

-what..

-oh

He chuckles

-you thought I was joking? Sweetheart, I'm going to play with you..until I grow tired..and then..

He points at his knife with his eyes. You look at each other. He smirks, smoking. You're stunned and shocked.. maybe..maybe you'll be able to come up with an escape plan while he's busy fucking you...yeah...maybe.......

#the devil is in us #chara: sherman #tw: noncon #half...noncon

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