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bridgetotheskyyy · 6 months

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Sirenic - Kishibe

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, stripping, strip tease, blowjobs

A/n: Day 31: Stripping! We're done, and we arrive at the end with a cute little Kishibe romp. Whew, this has been an ... interesting month for sure. But I'm finally done! (I've got more prompts I haven't finished but shhhh). I love Kishibe and I like to think he loves me back asdfgh -

Word count: 1.8k

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“Why would a devil be in a strip club?”

At the club’s entrance, you looked over your shoulder at Kishibe with a playful shrug.

“I don’t know, Kish,” You said. “Maybe devils like to twerk their shit too? Don’t be so judgy.”

You did a little dance, attracting unneeded attention to yourself with others in line. The bouncer unhooked the sling and allowed you inside where you sounded off with murmurs of, “No, he’s with me” and “Yes, he’s my father.” Kishibe refused the bait, though allowed himself an alleviating eye roll before following you.

Upon entering, the mood shifted, blurred. The lights of the club flared blue and purple, washing over the gyrating attendants. He found you among them, winking back at him, and somehow having the decency to let him catch up to you.

“I’m glad you’re in such a cheerful mood, but,” Kishibe leaned into your ear, “if you call me your father again, I’ll kick your ass.”

You feigned shock, hand to your chest. “You’d never. You love my ass too much.”

“Try me.”

“All right, fine! I remember when you used to be fun!” You leaned into him with a chuckle. “Is daddy okay, though?”

He eyed you. “Depends on how you say it.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You motioned your head forward, smiling. “Let’s do this thing.”

He followed you — to where, he wasn’t sure — without question or word. Kishibe was thankful for the respite. He could only bear so much teasing, could only bear so much tugging on his heart. He had known you for so long now; you were impossible not to fall for. But you played games, and he was too old to delude himself into thinking you held any sincere interest in him.

Kishibe turned, glanced at the stage to where the strippers were, pole between their swinging legs. They twirled and beckoned to the crowd, and he couldn’t help but feel like this would be a more fitting career for you, with all your sirenic sensibilities.

“She’s beautiful.”

Your voice tore him from their trance. Kishibe raised his brows.

“Didn’t know you swung that way,” he said. Inwardly, he sighed; why were the good ones always lesbians?

“I don’t have to,” You said. “I have eyes. So do you, apparently.”

You gave him a once-over and went on ahead. Kishibe tilted his head. Was that … jealousy? No. Nah. He was just overthinking it. Maybe you just thought better of him to be the kind of man distracted on the job.

You led Kishibe to where, he guessed, were the backrooms of the club, where men played double to be teased. You whispered something to a man in sunglasses and he went away, leaving the two of you alone in the dark VIP.

“Here’s the deal,” You said. “We can’t let the devil know we’re here; we’ve got it cornered. You asked why it’s in a place like this.” You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know why it’s been frequenting strip clubs, but if we scare it off we’ll never know.”

“Right,” Kishibe said.

“You’re gonna be bait,” You said. “I’m going to secure the perimeter. If this gets ugly, we’ve got to find a way to evacuate all these people. You good with that?”

“Sure,” Kishibe said.

“Signal to me if anything goes wrong,” You said. “Don’t wanna lose you any time soon.”

“Nothing will go wrong,” he waved you off. “Just go.”

You nodded and, without ceremony, disappeared through the curtains.

Kishibe settled on the velvet couch. He sighed. God, he was tired. He wanted to go back to the good ol’ days, when devils got off on fear and and depression and existential sadness. That was simple. Now they got off on nut, too?

Kishibe waited for what could have been hours. He lit a cigarette and put a game face on, taking in the quiet of the —

The lights dimmed, leaving the room in a primordial darkness. The only light now came from behind the curtains. Kishibe perked. This is it.

The curtains were drawn back by beautiful, feminine hands. The crimson light grew stronger. But it was no devil.

Kishibe froze, cigarette falling from his fingers to singe the floor.

You … You were standing there. You were in a pretty, sparkling crimson halter dress, split down the middle to expose your tits and complemented with black pumps. You smiled at him with red lips. Red red red.

“Hey, Daddy,” You said.

“(Y/n).” Kishibe swallowed in a dry mouth. “What — What —“ God, he was a malfunctioning Macbook.

You walked toward him, one pretty leg after the other. You stepped on his cigarette to put it out.

“Careful,” You said. “Don’t wanna start a fire.”

You bent a leg between his legs and leaned in, a hand on his chest. Kishibe could only blink as your lips grazed his in a teasing kiss. You broke away, smiled at him again, this one sweeter than the last.

“I’m starting to think I’ve been tricked,” he said.

You giggled. “Time for a little show, though it’s a shame you don’t have any money for me — questions after,” You added, pressing a finger to his lips.

You lovingly traced the scare lining his face before drifting away. Music simmered in, a slow, sensual beat. You swayed your hips, the hem of your dress creeping over the fat of your ass. Kishibe inclined forward without thinking, dumbstruck as your hands threatened to lower the straps of your dress. You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled.

“Want me to take it off?” Your voice was coquettish and right out of his daydreams.

From within, Kishibe trembled, but from without, he tried to maintain his cool. A losing battle, especially in this lava room. “Yes.”

You raised your brows in challenge. “Everything?”

“… Everything.”

You giggled and turned away. You elbowed out of your straps, the arching movement exposing the fine plain of your back to him. Kishibe exhaled to see your pretty, kissable skin under the light. Your dress pooled at your ankles, and with no bra, you were left in nothing but your panties.

“Fucking hell …”

You laughed, and it was more sincere this time than any other since surprising him. Slowly, you trailed hands down your hips, two fingers from each hand slipping into the elastic of your panties.

Yes yes yesyesyes —

You retrieved those fingers with a snap and bent forward, giving him an ample view of your ass. You straightened up and swayed. You waved arms over your head and shook your hips, your ass following your swift movements.

You were gonna kill him.

His cock twitched as your fingers dipped in your band again, and this time you pulled, bringing them down your thighs, legs …

You turned around, now totally nude for him. Perfect tits bounced as walked toward him, until you stopped and lowered to your knees. You crawled to him, and Kishibe watched you watch him with predator’s eyes. You prowled, every second a century. Your hands slipped up his knees, past his thighs, and bumped against the imprint of his hard cock.

“That didn’t take long, now, did it?” You palmed his erection triumphantly.

“How did you do this?” Kishibe could hear his own labored breathing. “How and why —?”

“I know the guy who owns this place,” You said, fiddling with his zipper. “He owes me a few favors.”

A few —?

Kishibe stopped there, all the blood needed for his brain to form more questions rushing to his throbbing cock. You brought the zipper down and slipped a hand into his boxers. His cock sprung in your face, your hungry face.

“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this all these years.” You kissed his tip, precum glossing your lipstick.

Kishibe caressed your cheek, helped you dip your head. What universe was this? Where you were naked in front of him and about to blow him? There was a different reality where you were the devil and he had fallen for your schemes and was too besotted and hard to care. But this was reality and you were — were really — no. No, he was not about to get emotional abouta blowjob. Kishibe couldn’t find it in himself to care about the multiple realities, only this one, where you took him in your mouth. You left lipstick prints on his dick and his mind turned to mush just imagining how long they would stay there.

Kishibe held the back of your head, fisted into your hair, and you seemed to like the harsh grip of his hand; you hummed your approval and took more of him.

“Fuck …” Kishibe hung his head back. The vibrations of your mouth rang up his spine. He could feel you bob your head. He shivered against the perfect, wet velvet of your mouth. You were going to do it, you were really going to tear him to pieces.

You removed him from your mouth to run your tongue along the length of him, all before inviting him back in. Kishibe looked down at you, at your cock-stuffed mouth, but your eyes were already on him, unwavering. He could feel himself jerk in your mouth at the mere sight. Kishibe tightened his grip on your hair but did not pull you forward; it was more satisfying to know you were more than willing to do all the work to get him off.

He feared his grip could draw blood as your bobs intensified, your cheeks hollowing to milk him. You popped him from your mouth, replaced the wetness of it with your hand and pumped ferociously.

“Cum, Daddy,” You murmured your plea against his foreskin. “Cum for me, c’mon —“

Kishibe groaned, his hot cum roping from his cockslit. It landed on your face, painted your lips white. You sucked on his tip, willingly sucking out the rest he had to offer. You collected what landed on your face and the sight of you eating his cum was enough to get him hard again. Once you were done, you raised and sat by him, snuggled into him with a peaceful smile. You even tucked him back into his boxers before facing him expectantly.

Kishibe blinked. “So … You like me.”

You huffed. “What was your first clue?”

Kishibe shrugged. He could feel the warmth in his face, but despite the flush, forced his face neutral. His eyes wandered your face.

You sighed after seconds of no answer. “Yes, Kishibe, I like you. I’ve always …” Even in the dark, cherry room, your blush was evident. “I thought this would be a fun way of confessing.”

He brought you closer, landed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I could get used to this. Reciprocity. It’s nice.”

You chuckled into his neck and he hoped you would do it forever. “You can.” You raised, hands traveling his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. “And you will.”

#kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #csm smut #csm x reader #kishibe x you #kinktober #csm x you #csm x fem reader

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bengiyo · 4 months

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Last Twilight Ep 9 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Day and Mhok went to Aon's wedding, opting to ditch Night along the way (obviously Mhok collaborated with Night). They had a fun time on the beach, gave a pretty good kiss, and then had a really weird picking on each other moment. They changed into fantastic outfits for the wedding, danced to a Satang song, and then Day's dad appeared like a jump scare.

I'm really glad we're opening with the stuff about Night, but maybe we should not do this at someone else's wedding? Party foul.

Thai people's strong regional preferences around their cuisine are so compelling to me. So much character building goes into where people are from and what food they enjoy.

Day resenting the way Night has changed, clearly because he feels guilty, as feeling like he's losing his position to Night makes sense. He blames Night, so it's easier to funnel his resentment there.

I know we are not going to miss the opportunity to see the Last Twilight picture. Quit playing.

There's a lot going on with the dad's reveals. I was expecting Night to be the one driving, but Day eventually settling on admitting that he missed his dad and things felt off without him also really works for me. I think it's the dad owning that he is the one who messed up, especially when it comes to his wife, is what does it.

I feel like I mention this every week, but I really enjoy the quiet way Mhok listens and the way he just looks at Day.

Day obviously having issues with his vision, going quiet, asking Mhok to take him to the mountain, and then Mhok trying not to cry. They got me.

This wedding tradition of regifting the books whips extreme ass.

My goodness this little montage following the path of the book is excellent.

Oh, excellent. They have to stay at a little hotel away from prying eyes. It's time, baby.

Yes, Day, take the lead.

Alright, Cherry. I was worried about you for a second there.

Well, as soon there was a guitar there was no stopping it.

Jimmy and Sea practicing being comfortable with skinship in front of others has really paid off in this show. There is a difference between Mhok gently guiding Day and Mhok wanting to casually touch his boyfriend.

Okay, Aof, thank you for having a character say they want to do it. I approve.

It's 2024! We all verse now! That was a really tasteful scene. I got what I needed.

Cherry, that was so dramatic goddamn.

They really brought no water??

Honestly, the whole running plot earlier in the show is paying off hard on this mountain climb. They've done athletic things together, so there's earned trust here that reads well.

Oh, whew. Mhok brought water.

Oof, they're priming us for mom drama.

I got so overwhelmed during the mountain climbing scene. Aof, please stop tormenting your crews with these scenes.

Queers yelling at vistas or the sky will never get old for me.

Sea has a great voice for this scene on the mountain, actually.

Damn, they got me again.

Well, that was an excellent episode and also a good preview. I'm actually looking forward to seeing Mhok quit because he can't be Day's caregiver with this between them. I really like the way the intimacy has been paced in this show and how earned so much of it has all felt. This is a really good show.

#Ben watches #last twilight #last twilight the series #thai bl #bl series

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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Oblivious.

Part 3.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains… smut. shy!tecchou, pervert!reader, grinding, dry(?)humping, mutual masturbation, making out, mutual feelings, fluff towards the end. tecchou is a gentleman.

AFAB Reader, she/they pronouns used.

3,645 words.

whew this one is super long, but i didn’t want to cut it into two parts, i feel like this needed to be one full chapter! so here it is! i hope you all enjoy! (:

You were so nervous the whole car ride to your place. Tecchou was in his own little world, looking outside your passenger side window, making a mental note of every red car you had passed. Fuck this was finally happening. You were finally going to have Tecchou all to yourself and in the privacy of your apartment. You were on cloud nine. All these months of pining over him felt worth it at this moment. "We're here!”

You announced, getting out of your car and meeting Tecchou on the other side. “Come on, follow me! I'll show you up to my place.” Tecchou only nodded, stepping out of your car and following you up to your apartment, completely oblivious to the way you kept glancing back at him, gaze lingering from time to time. Once you both entered your apartment, your nerves seemed to ease up a bit. “Come here Tecchou, I'll get you set up with the shower, and once you get out we can have some coffee and soy sauce, sound good?” You smiled up at him, hands clasped behind your back as you swiftly turned, and walked him over to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on and setting a towel out on the countertop for him.

Before you were able to exit the bathroom, Tecchou stopped you. Grabbing your forearm with his big, strong hand. He had a firm grasp on you, it didn’t hurt but it felt comforting. Safe. “Wait, y/n, I just wanted to thank you. You’re always so kind to me and I’m grateful. Especially now, letting me bathe here, going out of your way to get me a change of clothes and a nice cup of coffee. Truly, thank you y/n.” His eyes are gleaming as he gives you the cutest smile, god your heart is exploding in your chest, he’s too cute for his own good. You flush instantly stammering out “O-of course Tecchou! You always help me at work and make sure I don’t die and all that so, I guess were even!” You laugh nervously and he nods his head once more. “I should get going, I'll leave you to your shower Tecchou! Meet me in the living room when you’re done, okay?” You offer him one last smile before the grip he had on your forearm loosens and he grins back at you in return, gently closing the door to handle his business. You're a blushing mess, walking over to your kitchen as though you’re floating. How is this happening, you still don't know. As you make the coffee for Tecchou, you begin to ponder about how you’ll even confess to him. "Hey, I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you go out with me!” No, that sounded creepy, maybe more like “Tecchou I’ve been meaning to tell you this but I love you. Marry me.” NO, no. That’s even worse. You thought about it a bit longer until you finally came up with something that didn’t make you sound completely crazy, maybe it was too soon for love, so let's dial it back.

As Tecchou let the water run down his back and through his hair, he reflected on all the times you offered him to come over. Or to get drinks. You always had this sad look on your face when he declined, or invited the others. Why was that? Tecchou thought. Did you not like the others? Were you mad he couldn’t come over? No, that wasn’t like you. You’re very understanding. And you, Tachihara, and Teruko are always laughing with one another, and Jouno is well… Jouno. So you hating them can’t be the case either. Then, it clicked for him. Like a fucking wave crashing over the two brain cells in his head. Oh, oh. You liked him, didn’t you? This is what Jouno was saying when he muttered under his breath about how “Oblivious” he was. Y/n has feelings for me. That's why their face always gets red when they’re around me. And that's always why they ask to be partnered up with me on missions. And that's also why they look me up and down during muscle training with that unreadable look in their eyes while biting their lip- oh. You really liked him. And now he was suddenly fully aware. He kept repaying your interactions over and over in his head. Cheeks starting to warm up and not just because of the hot water. Maybe… he felt the same way. I mean, you would bring him his favorite food combinations some morning saying you “Had leftovers!” and “Didn’t want them to go to waste!” He sees now that was a lie. An excuse for you to bring him lunch without making things weird between the two of you. Or how you would grab onto his arm when you got scared on missions always looking up at him with so much trust in your eyes. God, you’re so cute why is he just noticing this now? In your shower of all places. He also recalls this one instance when you were muscle training together, sparring. He ended up sweeping your legs with his own, you landed on your back with a thud and he dropped down in front of you with his knee placed between your thighs, pressing his forearm to your neck before saying “And just like that, you would be dead. You have to be more careful, y/n.”

You blushed instantly but it was hard to tell if it was from the training or the way Tecchou’s shirtless, sweaty body was pressed up against yours. With his knee inching ever so closely to your core with each passing breath. He just stared at you, waiting for a response, as if that would even be possible with his forearm pressed to your neck. Shifting upwards a bit, his knee came in contact with your clothed cunt and you couldn’t help the needy whine that slipped past your lips. Tecchou tilted his head like a confused puppy before asking “Uh, y/n? You okay? Are you hurt…?” You quickly wiggled your way free from his grasp, he loosened up his hold on you tremendously after assuming you had been injured so it made it easier for you to escape. You scurried across the room, shifting awkwardly before excusing yourself with, “O-oh! No i-i'm perfectly okay! J-just need to use the restroom! I-i’ll be right back!” And just like that you were gone. At this time, he thought nothing of it. Just assumed you really need to pee, or something, that's why you were all squirmy. But now, now. He realizes what exactly happened that made you react like that. Just a simple movement of his had you making such lewd sounds? The memory of your sultry whine played over and over in his mind. Tecchou flushed deeper, starting to grow hard. Oh no, this isn’t good. He quickly turned the shower cold, hoping it would alleviate some of the heat he was feeling. He needs to calm down... He’s in your home, your shower, oh my god. The reality of the situation is fully dawning on him now. You’re both alone. In your apartment. And he’s already naked. Okay, calm down Tecchou. Calm down. You don’t want to make y/n uncomfortable? Do you? No. Didn’t think so. Just act normal. He reasoned with himself, trying to get a grip on himself. As he started to relax seemingly half-hard now, Tecchou turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Only to be hit with the next obstacle immediately. You forgot to bring him a change of clothes. Leaving him with only a towel. Shit.

As you were pouring both you and Tecchou a cup, you heard the bathroom door click open. You smiled to yourself expectantly. You were so excited and quite nervous to finally get these feelings off of your chest. “Tecchou? Perfect timing! I was just pouring you a cup of coffee! Come over here!” Your voice echoed throughout your apartment. Tecchou stood behind the door nervously, he pondered calling you over or shouting from the bathroom door about how you forgot to bring him a change of clothes. But in the end, for lack of better judgment, he stepped out of the bathroom and took quick shaky strides over to your living room. You were just about to sit down on the couch when your eyes locked with Tecchou's, scanning him over and- oh fuck. He’s naked. Like still dripping wet from his shower naked, and he only has a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Oh, you were not expecting things to escalate this quickly. “Um, y/n. You forgot to bring me over a change of clothing… That's why I’m… naked.” Tecchou averts his gaze from you. Well, this is unusual, you think to yourself. Tecchou is always bold, and confident and never acts this… Shy? He’s always half naked around HQ when he’s muscle training in places he shouldn't be, so why now, why is he acting so timid? Your face is ablaze by now, and you can’t stop your wandering eyes, the soft pitter patter of the water dripping down from Tecchou's hair and onto your hardwood floors is all that echos throughout your mind as you trail your gaze further down. The towel is practically hanging on by a miracle, his v line, and gorgeous toned torso glistening from just exiting the shower and- holy fuck. He’s hard. Like, really hard. You can sort of make out the shape of his dick through the thin white towel and you’re losing your fucking mind. You’ve thought about this for so long imagining how it would look, what it would feel like insid- “Uh, y/n? Did you hear what I said...?” His gaze is back on you now and he finally understands what that unreadable look you would give him all those times during muscle training… lunch.. and at meetings were and what it was right now… lust.

Tecchou felt like he was on fire. Flushed now from the tips of his ears down to his chest. You were far gone. You couldn’t focus on his words. Not like this. All of your fantasies were playing out right in front of you. There is no way you’re about to let this opportunity pass you up like this. So, you do what any reasonable person would do. You take quick steps towards Tecchou and hook your arms around his neck. Placing your hands on both his cheeks and pulling him down closer to your face because he’s just too damn tall. Tecchou's eyes widened, surprised by your bold actions, “Y/n what are you—“. But before he can even get his sentence out, you kiss him. Pulling his face further into your own with the grip you had on his face, Tecchou is frozen for a few seconds, taking in your features from this distance before his eyelids flutter shut and he begins to push back against you. Oh my god. He’s kissing you back. He didn’t pull away or get angry. He’s actually into this! This gives you a little bit more confidence to continue. Moving your hands from his face up to his hair, grazing his scalp lightly with your fingernails before giving his strands a slight tug. Tecchou gasps at this, giving you an opening to slip your tongue through his parted lips. Exploring his mouth with your own. Tecchou lets out this deep groan and you have to squeeze your legs together to relieve the ache his groans are causing. Fuck, his sounds are so hot. You have to hear more. Tecchou finally brings his hands up to your waist, gently gripping your sides while your tongue explores his mouth further. Shit, He can’t control himself, he’s getting stiffer with each passing second, and the rising of his cock is starting to make the towel slip. Oh no, this isn’t good. Tecchou thinks to himself. You are too lost in making out with Tecchou to realize but you pull him in impossibly closer, your chests flush against one another. And that's when you feel it poking against your tummy. You pull away, letting Tecchou catch his breath, as you look down, and oh my fucking god. The towel has now found comfort on your living room floor. Leaving Tecchou completely bare in front of you. Fuck, his cock is so pretty. He’s decently thick but holy shit his length is making you drool. He has a pretty pink tip adorning his pale cock, and it curves slightly upwards, resting against his torso now. Fuck he’s so perfect. Everything about him is so beautiful. Better than what you had imagined. You think to yourself. Tecchou is so fucking embarrassed at this point. He’s once again averting his gaze and is shifting uncomfortably where he stands. It's so unusual seeing him like this but you fucking love it. It's driving you mad. You want to ruin him.

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as you grab ahold of Tecchou's shoulders and turn him around so his back is now facing your sofa. You give him a gentle nudge and he goes tumbling back onto your couch with a soft thud. You waste no time climbing into his lap. Straddling his gorgeous, thick thighs and continuing your assault on his mouth. Fuck you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs at this point. Once again mentally scolding yourself for wearing your skirt uniform, because it makes it so difficult to hide your arousal. You experimentally roll your hips forward, making contact with the underside of his cock that's pressed up against his midsection. He pulls away from your mouth with a breathy whine. Oh. You like that sound. You want more. Continuing to rock your hips forward lifting them up a bit so you can rub the head of his aching dick against your clothed pussy. He can feel your wetness through your panties and this causes him to let out a deep moan. He’s panting now, the slight friction is making his thighs shake and he’s gripping your hips hard to stabilize himself. You begin kissing up the length of his neck, softly nibbling in-between kisses. God, he makes you lose control. You can’t help yourself when it comes to Tecchou. He's yours. And only yours. You need to feel more of him you need t- ‘’W-wait y/n, wait. Stop.” Tecchou holds your hips firmly down against the tops of his thighs, pulling you away from his length in the process. Your heart sinks. Oh no, you’ve made him uncomfortable. Pushed it too far. God, you’re so stupid! He probably hates you now. There's that look again. Tecchou thinks to himself. Your small pout and sad eyes pull at his heartstrings. “Y/n… I like you. I don’t want to rush into... This so soon. As much as I’m enjoying this, and believe me, I am. I want to take things slow with you if that's okay…” He trails off, your brain short-circuiting the second he said “I like you.” This was definitely some twisted wet dream, right? Tecchou's words snapped you back into reality, “Y/n did you hear me?” Your eyes meet his and you can see the warmth swimming in his irises, this wasn’t a dream. It's really happening.

“Y-yes I heard you Tecchou, and I completely understand. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way…” You trail off finding one of his hands that was still placed on your hip, taking it in your own and holding it tenderly before you continue. “Tecchou, I’ve wanted to tell you this ever since we first met but, I have feelings for you. I’ve always liked you, I was just too scared to be forward with you… until now.” You offer him a small smile before dropping your gaze down to your interlocked hands, bringing your empty hand over to your intertwined ones, toying with each of his digits to distract yourself from how much you were shaking. It felt... weird to finally get all of this off your chest. You felt incredibly vulnerable. Tecchou just smiled at you. Finding you in his lap toying with his fingers to be endearing in this very moment. He takes his free hand up to your chin and tilts it upward. Forcing you to look at him directly. Your eyes catch sight of his soft smile, one you’ve never seen adorn his features until now. It makes you feel less uneasy. And you smile right back at him. Trying to radiate that same warmth you felt from his own smile. “How about we watch a movie, for now, y/n?” He looks down at his lap, still, incredibly hard, he flushes deeply once more. “But first, I-if you would just excuse me for a few minutes. I have some… business to take care of in the bathroom.” You feel your cunt pulse, reading between the lines of what he just said. Fuck he’s going to jerk off in your bathroom. Isn’t he? You bite your lip before climbing off his lap carefully. Taking one last look at his pretty cock, making a mental note for future purposes. “R-right of course! I'll grab you that change of clothes now.” You awkwardly laugh before making quick strides to your bedroom, fetching him an oversized shirt that you’re sure will fit perfectly on his frame and a pair of boxers you often would wear yourself to sleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about what just played out on your living room couch. Still pinching yourself to make sure this was in fact real life.

Tecchou quickly shoots up from your couch, making his way to the bathroom before shutting the door softly once more. His ears are ringing and his heart pounding. He looks down at his own cock and takes hold of the base, letting out a deep groan rumbling from within his chest. Fuck. You do like him, and you just confessed to him. And he confessed to you, even if he was a little late to catch up to his own feelings. He made quick strokes over his throbbing cock, leaking so much pre as he replayed the events of what just happened on your couch. Moaning out to himself as he continued to pump his dick. Lost in the way you felt pressed against him, the feeling of your wet panties dragging along the head of his cock. Fuck. He brings his free hand up to his mouth, biting it to suppress his breathless moans. Hoping you can’t hear him right now. But you heard, everything. You only intended to place the change of clothes right outside the bathroom door for him to retrieve once he was done, “taking care of business” and leave. But your feet felt like they were stuck in cement. You couldn’t move. The sounds coming from the bathroom were too fucking good. You could hear his muffled moans and the faint pat pat pat of his slicked up hand against his cock. Fuck you were so far gone. You didn’t even notice your hand slipping down under your skirt and into your panties, leaning against the wall next to your bathroom door. You began moving your free hand up to your mouth. Not daring to let anything slip past. There's no way you could forgive yourself if Tecchou heard you touching yourself to his moans. You’re so fucking filthy. But you can’t help yourself. You never can, when it comes to Tecchou.

Gathering the slick that was pooling in between your legs from as early as this afternoon, you begin moving your hand upwards. Rubbing your clit at the same pace you assume Tecchou is going at, based on the sounds echoing throughout your bathroom walls. Fuck, this is so dirty but you're too far gone. Tecchou is so lost in his own pleasure, his moans are picking up a few octaves and you can tell he's going to cum soon. You weren’t too far behind, being so worked up all day and having your fantasies become reality right in front of your very eyes had you nearly toppling over the edge the second you granted yourself the slightest bit of friction. You're biting your hand now. Rubbing quick circles over your bud, shit you’re gonna cum, but not until Tecchou tips over the edge first. You needed to hear him fall apart. His strokes are becoming sloppy from the other side of your bathroom door, and he’s whimpering now, chest rising and falling with each passing stroke. All he can see is your cute face in his mind as you confessed to him, your eyes that always held so much trust for him. Fuck that's all it took for him to lose it, cumming with one final flick of his wrist, “S-shit y/n-!” His moans slip past his hand before he can stop it, and you're cumming, hard from the other side of the door. The sound of him moaning your name had you reeling, biting your hand so hard to stay quiet, you’re sure you’ve left teeth marks behind.

You don’t give yourself a second to recover from your orgasm, quickly scurrying back to your room to change out of your soaked panties and work uniform finally. Tecchou is catching his breath, walking over to the sink to wash away his filth coating his hands, god you’re beginning to corrupt his mind. But he doesn’t seem to care, embracing all of it. Tecchou opens the bathroom door and notes the clothes left outside the door. He glances left and then right to see if you’re nearby, hoping you only just left these here and didn’t catch the obscenities that were leaving his mouth only moments ago. He changes quickly before exiting the bathroom for the final time that night. You’re now on the couch adorning the cutest matching pj set with a blanket draped comfortably over your lap. You look up at him, patting the open spot next to you. “So... wanna watch A Bugs Life?” You ask, giving him a coy smile.

God, you are out for his own heart. He might just fall in love with you and fast.

okay i know what you guys are probably thinking- no i didn’t forget about jouno! don’t worry, i have a few ideas of where i want this story to go! but feel free to leave any comments or suggestions!

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mysteryshoptls · 7 months

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SR Epel Felmier - Apprentice Chef Vignette

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Epel Version ～ Let’s Make Stew 1～

Ghost Chef: ―The dish we'll have you make today is a stew.

Epel: A stew… Whew, I'm glad it's not some fancy-sounding dish I'd never heard of before.

Epel: I've made a ton of stews and other dishes like it back home, so I think I might be able to do this!

Ghost Chef: Alright, then let's get started. First, let's cut up the ingredients.

Ghost Chef: Make sure to cut each one up evenly into bite-sized pieces. First let's tackle the potatoes.

Epel: Got it! They've already been well washed, so I'll leave the skin on.

[chop, chop, chop, chop…]

Ghost Chef: Oho, not bad. Only, these are a little too large to be considered bite-sized…

Epel: Eh!? Oh, now that you mention it, I guess the stuff in the stew we eat here in the cafeteria is a bit smaller…

Epel: We usually have super chunky fillings in the stew back home, so I just chopped it up thinking of that.

Ghost Chef: I see. Well, if we cut them in half once more, they'll be a little too small… Let's just cut the other ingredients so they match the potatoes then.

Epel: Got it. Okay, I'm gonna cut up all the rest of the potatoes.

Epel: I've finished chopping up the onions and potatoes.

Ghost Chef: Good, the onions are cut perfectly into wedges. And you've even rounded the edges of the potatoes. Well done.

Epel: Mah gran… My grandmother taught me while I was helping her prep food back home.

Ghost Chef: Your grandma really knows her stuff. Did she also teach you how to handle a knife?

Epel: Ah, well, I can use a knife probably 'cause I've practiced carving a ton, I guess?

Epel: We're a family of apple farmers back in Harveston, and there's always a ton of damaged apples in our bushels…

Epel: But if I could carve some patterns or pictures into the apples while taking out the damaged parts, they become worth something again. That's why I've worked hard to learn how to do it.

Ghost Chef: You mean you sell them? That's amazing, I'd love it if you'd show me what you can do.

Epel: Hehe, sure. If I was to choose out of these stew ingredients… These carrot slices would probably be the best choice.

[slice, slice…]

Epel: Here you go, I'm done!

Ghost Chef: Ooh, you've carved a beautiful flower design into the carrot! You really are quite skilled.

Epel: Hehe, thank you. Want me to add decorations to the rest of the carrots too!?

Ghost Chef: Eh, no you don't have to… Wow, you were just raring to go, huh!

Ghost Chef: You're making me feel a little bad for throwing these beautifully carved carrots into the soup…!!

Epel: ―Stir flour in with the sauteed ingredients… Okay, this seems mixed enough, I think?

Ghost Chef: I think so too. Next, we'll add milk, water, and consommé, and let is simmer. You'll want to stir from time to time so the flour doesn't burn.

Epel: Got it!

Ghost Chef: While it's simmering, let's go over everything we've done so far. Do you have any questions?

Epel: Yes, sir! Please tell me of any foods that'll help me grow taller or more muscular!

Ghost Chef: Eh? There's nothing that screams "eat me and grow" like that. After all, the most important thing to think about is nutritional balance.

Epel: Really!? And I took this class hoping that I'd get to learn about ingredients that'd help me get bigger…

Ghost Chef: Epel-kun, you said your motivation for taking this course was to learn how to control your nutritional intake to help shape your body, right?

Epel: Yes. I want to grow taller, and gain more muscle than I have now!

Epel: Everyone back in my village said that if I ate a lot, exercised a lot, and slept a lot, I'd grow big and strong…

Epel: And still, I never got any good results. That's why recently, I've been trying to eat even more than usual…

Epel: But my Housewarden scolded me something fierce, saying that my nutritional intake was completely off.

Epel: He also said, "figure out what you yourself need and choose the right food to eat," too...

Ghost Chef: Ah, so that's what this is about. I understand. I'll make sure to go over the perfect ingredients and nutrients that you need, Epel-kun.

Epel: Please and thank you! Ah, but wait one moment, I need to get out a notepad!!

Ghost Chef: ―And there you have it. Do you see now that the stew we're making now also has a ton of nutrients that's good for you?

Epel: Yes, thank you!

Epel: There were so many new words bein' thrown my way that my brain's overloaded… This whole nutrition thing is a lot harder than I thought…

Ghost Chef: Alright, here we go, Epel-kun, let's do the finishing touches. Put the chicken and broccoli into the pot and let it simmer for an additional 5 minutes!

Epel: Got it! I'll throw in the pre-cooked chicken and broccoli and… There we go.

Epel: Oh yeah, by the way, we're making a savory stew today, but… does the cafeteria menu ever have sweet stews?

Ghost Chef: Sweet stews?

Epel: Yeah, it's got stuff like apples and nuts in it… It might feel a little like it should be a dessert, but it's not too sweet, and it's got a great flavor.

Epel: You can eat it hot or cold, so whenever I got sick, mah gran… my grandmother would make it for me―

Epel: Or…? Maybe it's not really a thing…? Maybe gran just came up with it…

Ghost Chef: A dessert-like stew, hm. I feel like I may have come across in some small village before… I'll look it up later.

Ghost Chef: It may be interesting if we were to serve it as promo dish in the cafeteria. I'm sure it would be delicious if we used the apples from Harveston.

Epel: Hehe, and 'cause the apples from Harveston are super delicious, it'll quickly become a popular dish, no doubt.

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Epel Version ～ Let’s Make Stew 2～

Epel: That smells good… I think this stew came out amazing!

Ghost Chef: I agree. You did a good job cutting the vegetables and stirring the pot. All those times you helped out back home really came in handy.

Ghost Chef: Now, plate the stew and let's head out to the judging venue.

Epel: YES, SIR! ALRIGHT! AH'M GONNA WINNIT!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Riddle: A pleasant aroma is wafting out from the kitchen… It seems my food will be served soon.

Epel: Sorry to keep you waiting. This stew must have been what you ordered, Riddle-san.

Riddle: Why, hello there, Epel. You must be taking the elective this time around.

Riddle: I am still in the midst of my own studies when it comes to cooking… But as I was selected a judge for this, I shall make sure to give you my sincerest assessment.

Epel: Urgh, feels like you'd be super strict, too… Please take it easy on me…

Epel: Once more, I present to you the stew you've ordered.

Epel: It's still hot, so take care not to burn your tongue.

Riddle: On closer inspection, I see that there is a design carved into the carrots. How wonderfully intricate.

Epel: Hehe, thank you! I'm actually pretty good at carving, so.

Riddle: As for the ingredients in the stew… These seem to be a little larger than the ones normally served in the cafeteria.

Epel: Hehe, don't you think that makes it worth eating?

Riddle: Perhaps, but they do seem a little too big… These are bigger than my spoon.

Epel: Yep. I bet it'll really fill you up!

Riddle: R-Right, okay. I shall dig in, then.

[bite, chew, chew…]

Epel: …

Riddle: …Mm, delicious. I was a tad worried, since the vegetables were cut a little large, but they've been perfectly cooked through.

Epel: Thank you very much! And this stew isn't just tasty, it's also chocked full of nutrition.

Riddle: Chocked full of nutrition…? Could you elaborate further?

Epel: Sure! Uhh… One second.

Epel: Carrots are rich in Vitamin A, while potatoes are rich in Vitamin C.

Epel: The broccoli has a ton of fiber. The onion has an anti, uh… antioxidative effect? Yeah.

Epel: Chicken has a ton of protein. And the milk used for the stew has a ton of calcium!

Epel: There's a lot of other nutrients that are good for the growing body…

Epel: Uhh, so basically… Stews are the perfect dish to help you grow!

Riddle: I was a little startled because you suddenly brought out a notepad, but… Did you write down all the nutrients of all the ingredients you used for this dish there?

Epel: Yep! I can't remember things just from hearing it once, so I took notes as the Chef taught me while we were cooking.

Epel: I wanted to figure out what kind of nutrition I need for my own growth, which is why I took this course.

Epel: I was writing everything down real fast, so there's some parts I can't read, but…

Riddle: …There's no point to taking notes if you cannot read them back later.

Epel: Urgh… Yes, you're right. I'll make sure to check with the Chef again later…

Riddle: That being said, I think it's spectacular that you are attempting to further your own knowledge in order to reach your goals.

Riddle: Just as you say, it isn't only about the appearance or taste, but also the nutrients that go into it. I shall also take this moment to learn something.

Ghost Chef: We always make our dishes while thinking of that nutritional balance, so it's lovely to see Epel-kun this invested.

Epel: I-It's a little embarrassing to hear you say that, but… Thank you for your kind words!

Epel: It's much more fun to learn about nutrition through cooking rather than reading through a musty book…

Epel: I'm gonna keep on learning about nutrition and get me a super muscular body!!

Ghost Chef: I don't think you'll be able to get muscular on your diet alone, but… I'm glad to see you so motivated.

Epel: Alllright, I'm gonna work even harder! Chef, I'm looking forward to some more of your instruction!

Requested by @dida-books.

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astralisbelle · 1 year

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Dead Man's Hand 16 - Give In

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: They've settled into a routine, however unconventional it may be. warnings: smut, r18, minors dni

notes: I can't believe we're done omgg this was definitely a short fic (short for me anyway) but it's been a blast writing it and sharing it and reading all of your wonderful comments. There's more mando content coming, though, so don't despair! If you liked this story, please share it/recommend it. I'd really appreciate it. Thank you and please enjoy

NEVARRO — ONE YEAR LATER

The sound of a steady hammer clangs and vibrates against the metal. Grogu sits in a small patch of grass, various metal and wood toys surrounding him as he finishes a blue cookie. He watches her from a safe distance as she pulls out a wrench and screws a bolt in place. Using the rope attached to her belt, she slides down to another part of the ship and pulls out a blowtorch to weld metal together. Once she finishes the final touches, she jumps and slides back down to the ground, unhooking the rope from her belt and using her forearm to wipe her forehead of sweat. “Alright!” she calls out to the droids. “Start her up!”

The engine hums to life without a hiccup, purring smooth and stable. The owners of the ship, a few Rodians, hold up their hands in praise and make noises of joy. She smiles, shaking their hands and accepting their credits. “Be gentle during the warm-up, but then she’s good to go. Remember that.” She gathers her things and leaves the droids to clean up. “Whew!” she says when she’s close to Grogu, kneeling down to gather all of his things in a bag. “I’m beat. Ready to head home?” He babbles as she picks him up and settles him in his hovering pram.

Together, they stroll through the bustling streets of Nevarro City, watching the various people shop and walk, their children playing in the streets.”We’re gonna stop by the market first, okay?” she says, already thinking about what she could make for dinner that night.

They are rarely in Nevarro, but it’s the one place they keep coming back to in between jobs. Karga wasn’t kidding when he said that he was going to transform it into the Outer Rim’s new hot spot as there seems to be more and more each time they visit. Thankfully, she had the foresight to invest in a small apartment early on, using the money from her winnings (despite Din's objections). It pays off, even if they’ve only used it a dozen or so times in the last year.

The Mandalorian is away at the moment with the High Magistrate to take care of some straggling pirates hiding outside the city. It should be an easy job, but she still worries. Din has a talent in getting himself rather beat up.

When she opens the door to the apartment, she walks in and drops all of her things onto the table with a large groan of exhaustion. Quickly, she looks around and finds that he’s still out on the job, just as she suspected. With a shrug, she reaches into the pram to hold Grogu, pressing a button so it floats away to charge for the night. “Ready for a bath?” she asks him. He holds out his arms and makes a happy whine.

The bathroom isn’t as luxurious as the one in the hotel from a year back, but it’s still nicer than anything she had on Tatooine. It’s much harder for two people to squeeze in, but it’s doable. At least Grogu takes up very little space. As it fills with hot water, heated by the planet’s natural volcanic activity, she sheds off her sweaty, dirt-caked clothes and pushes them into a pile away from her. She shakes out her hair and leans down to take off Grogu’s clothes, folding them and setting them aside.

Into the tub they go, his happy noises echoing against the walls. He sits on her knees as usual and splashes about. “Huh? Where’s my soap… oh.” She frowns, noticing that someone, not her, must have left it on the sink when he washed his face. “Grogu, I’m sorry, do you mind?” He turns his big eyes towards the bar on the sink and extends his little hand towards it. With his powers, he lifts it up and gently floats it over to her hand. “Thank you, my little dear.” She pets his head.

Once they finish their bath, she notices that it’s getting dark and Din hasn’t returned yet. He will soon, she tells herself. He always does. She dresses them both and places Grogu on the floor next to his toys while she brings the ingredients from the market into the kitchen and starts to cook. Occasionally, she’ll stop to peek her head around the corner and make sure the little one is safe before returning to preparing the meal.

Just as she’s about to finish, she hears heavy footsteps outside the door. It slides open and the Mandalorian strolls in, without a word as usual. “You were out for a while,” she says, gathering the bowls while Grogu makes incoherent sounds of joy. Din sighs deeply and takes a seat at the table.

“There were more of them than we expected.”

“That’s annoying. Did you finish the job?”

“Yes.”

She sets down a piping hot bowl of soup in front of him, giving him a welcoming smile. “I hope Karga paid you more.”

“He did.” He looks down to see Grogu groping at his leg and bends down to pick him up. “How about you, you little womp rat? Did you stay out of trouble?” Grogu responds with a tilt of his head and a sputter. He chuckles, sitting him down on the table next to his small bowl of soup. Finally, she sits down too. Din makes a soft groan as he reaches for his bowl, lifting his helmet just an inch to take a sip.

She lifts a brow. “Still sore?”

“I’ll be fine.” Grogu mimics him, taking sips and setting his bowl down when he does. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“If you say so.” She sips some of her soup. “After dinner, I’ll clean up and you put the kid down. Sound fair?”

“Fine by me.”

As she scrubs the dishes in the sink, she looks over her shoulder to watch him carry Grogu to the second bedroom where his crib is. She can’t hear what he says to him over the water flowing from the sink, but she knows it’s something sweet, as it always is. Once she finishes up with the dishes and the counters, she goes to their room to prepare the salves and sprays they use to patch him up. For the longest time, he insisted on doing it himself, as he always did, but lately he’s been willing to let her do it. As she does, she hears that he’s hopped into the shower for a quick rinse — too bad he always keeps the door locked.

Din never takes long, finishing up quickly and using quiet footsteps to come back to the room. His helmet remains, but he sets his armor down on top of a crate, baring his torso and sitting down on the bed.

It’s always so odd to think that even though they’ve been — what was the word Peli used? — involved for a year, but it’s only recently that she’s seen more of him underneath his armor. The first thing she noticed were the many bruises that marred his skin. The armor protects him from most things that would scar him, but every now and then, a blade or a blast can crawl through the unprotected pockets and mark him.

She sits next to him, salve in hand and ready to nurse his wounds. When she begins, he hisses and groans. Unfortunately, she’s used to it. “What did you do today?” he asks.

He could use the distraction. She presses gently, letting the salve do its magic. “Not much. Did a little more arithmetic with Grogu.” She chuckles. “He likes your lessons better, let’s just say that.” He shakes his head with a little laugh. “They asked me to help out at the shop. Couldn’t get a ship off the ground.”

“But you did?”

“But of course.” She takes the spray and gives his skin a spritz. “Then came home and made dinner.”

Din is quiet for a moment. “Do you… like it?”

“Like what?” She tilts her head.

“Days like this. Working. Giving lessons. A normal kind of day.”

“Hmm. It’s nice to have these moments of rest,” she tells him, holding his wrist. “Makes you thankful for them. But, you know? I miss the chaos too much.” She rubs the salve over a small burn. “Remember Chalacta?”

Din shakes his head in amusement. “Please don’t remind me.”

“Okay, fine. What about Seelos? When we drew out that bounty together. You waited, I played. Made almost exactly what you got for the reward.”

“I remember.” His muscles let go of their tension under her touch.

She finishes up, giving his shoulder a kiss before she stands up to put the supplies away. “Should I get the lights?”

“Please.” He scoots towards his side of the bed and waits for the lights to turn off, leaving the room in complete darkness. She knows her way back to the bed, of course, and crawls to her side while he pulls the helmet off and sets it on the night table. Settling under the covers, he turns on his side, pulling her closer. “I want to ask you something.”

Ahh, there it is. His voice, unfiltered and unaltered. She places her hand on his cheek, her thumb following the lines of his face. “Shoot.”

“Is… is this enough for you?” he asks.

He knows what she’s asking. “It is,” she said plainly, knowing that being direct would be the fastest way to reassure him. “Is it enough for you?”

“I think so.”

“You think so? That doesn’t so sure.” She gets comfortable on her side. “What’s on your mind?”

Din sighs, taking the time to find his words. His hand rests on her waist, fingers drumming on her night shirt. “I… I’m happy. Happier than I thought I could be, maybe more than I should be. But, I want to make sure you’re really happy. And I think, if there’s anything more that you wanted, then I would want to do it.”

“Anything more? Like… what?”

“You tell me.”

She huffs. “Well… I guess there is one thing I want right now.” She leans forward, their foreheads touching as her voice drops to a whisper. “Can you guess what it is?”

Din sighs, but he hopes that she can hear the amusement in his voice. “That doesn’t count. We already do that.”

“Mmm, yeah, I know…” She pushes her fingers through his curls. “But it’s so weird. Doesn’t matter how many times it’s been, I always want more.”

He leans in, closing the gap between them. His lips press against hers in a soft kiss as he hovers over her, pulling her into his arms. How strange, he thinks. He feels the same way.

In the outside world, they cannot kiss. They cannot feel each other’s skin or even let their eyes meet without some sort of barrier in between. He thought that by now, she would have grown tired and frustrated about it, but he underestimated her. Here she is, still kissing him with smiling lips and running her fingers through his hair, cherishing the moments where they can feel each other. He never lets a single second slip by.

Din takes his time, kissing her neck and down to her collar bone as his hands pull up the hem of her shirt. His lips and stubble make her shiver, her breathing still quiet for now. Gently, he takes her breasts in his hand, earning a low hum of approval. He kisses down to her peak and finds it already hard against his tongue. As he envelopes his lips around it and sucks, he tastes her clean scent and hears the hitch in her breath. Her back arches slightly and she pushes down on his head, inviting him to do it harder. A playful nibble is all it takes for her to whimper and press the back of her hand against her lips. He leaves her nipple glistening and red before he lowers his head to give the other the same treatment, all the while his hand venturing down to her shorts.

He pulls down on them, bringing her underwear with him. She lifts up her hips to help him take them off, her leg brushing by the bulge forming beneath his clothes. Din sits up, kneeling before her and sliding his hands down her legs. He wraps them around his waist, warming her thighs and letting her grow impatient for his touch. His palm presses below her navel, fingers tracing circles around her skin so he can feel her jolt. Patience, his hands say. Patience.

Din leans over, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he parts his lips against hers. He kisses her deeply, tongue lazily brushing against hers. She moans against him, both in enjoyment of the kiss and frustration that he hasn’t touched her more. All in due time. When he parts from her, his thumb slides between her lips and she tastes the salt of his skin, closing around it. She playfully sucks on him, hoping it to be a precursor for things to come. He replaces his thumb with two fingers, the heat of her mouth sending yearning down his chest and deep into his core. His fingers pop out of her lips and he finally dips his hand between her thighs, exactly where she wants.

When he finds her slit, she breathes in fast, her body awakening. Her voice is still barely above a whisper, but a single curse from her is all he needs to shiver with need. Din audibly breathes out, stroking her up and down, feeling her legs curl around his. She bites down on her lip, trying not to make a sound even as he sends throbs of sweet delight throughout her body. But he knows her too well, knows which strokes and swirls make her thighs clench, her fingers and toes curl. She throws her cheek against the pillow, whining against the back of her hand.

Not yet. She sits up and catches his wrist. “Din,” she breathes. “Ngh…” Despite that, he continues. “Mgh! Wait, wait. Wait…” He stops. “L-Lie down. Please?”

He kisses her head. “Alright.” Then he pulls away, lying down beside her and already pulling his pants down for her. Once she finishes for him, she crawls onto him and slides her palms down his hip bones, following them to his thighs. She listens for his quiet moans that come from his throat, fingers finding his hard cock and stroking it up and down. Lowering her head, she parts her lips and licks the tip, teasing him before she takes him into her mouth. Din’s hand falls on her head, pushing her hair away and grasping it when it gets too good. Even after all this time, he represses his voice well but his body still betrays him.

She lifts her head, adjusting her position so she’s reversed and he has easy access. Din holds her thighs, surprising her with how fast he yanks her down onto his tongue. She claps a hand over her mouth to quiet her sound, melting to his touch fast. Now she has to catch up. She thrusts her lips around his length, bobbing her head up and down and muffling her own moans. His muscles tense underneath her, fingers digging into her skin as she brings him closer and closer towards the edge. Her head grows hot and the sensation spikes underneath her skin. He tongues her harder, mercilessly bringing her to her peak. She claws the bed sheet and represses her vulnerable moans, seeing stars behind her eyelids and feeling enraptured by waves of pleasure. While she rides the high of her climax, she strokes and sucks faster to take him with her. He hides his deep groans behind his lips and teeth, nails raking her thighs as she catches his milky strings on her tongue.

Finally, when both are spent, she collapses and rests her cheek on his thigh. They fill the room with their labored breaths, taking a few minutes to breathe and for the adrenaline to leave their system. Then, she slides off of him and turns, snuggling into his arms and resting on his shoulder. He leans over, landing a kiss on her forehead.

Knowing her, she’s going to want a round two, but he’ll need some time. Not that minds, of course. To him, there’s no better feeling in the world their chests pressing together, their bodies one. The only thing that would make it better is if he could see her face during that time, but he’s on thin ice with the Creed as is. One of these days, he knows he’s going to give in — he’ll sleep in and choose to let her see him in the morning light as opposed to waking up and leaving before giving her the chance. But, every morning, he wakes up before her and allows himself to take in her sweet, sleeping face before he pulls away.

Who knows if that day will ever come.

For now, he can enjoy giving her fluttering touches that, with her heightened sensitivity, make her squirm and whine. He can bury teasing laughs against her neck, kiss it like so and tickle her skin. And he can squeeze her flesh between his fingers, leaving marks that remind her where he’s touched.

Din slides over her, kissing her lazily and slowly. One hand slides under her shoulder while the other slides down to her waist and then her thigh, separating them. His hips grind against hers, the friction humming his body back to life. She rests her hands on his shoulder blades, fingertips outlining the dips his muscles make while her feet slide apart on the sheets, inviting him in closer.

She knows that she’ll never get to surprise him with a kiss or see his handsome face, but she is thankful for their intimacy. She knows Din bares himself completely like this, letting her touch and hear him more than anyone else ever had. It just makes it all the more special.

Din presses his forehead against hers, halting his hips and reaching in between them. His tip rubs against her entrance and she braces herself. With a soft groan, he slides in, stretching her walls to fit his thick girth. She represses a high moan behind her lips, her legs wrapping around his waist. Din rocks his hips, starting slow. Even so, the sensation is intense enough to make her whimper and quake. Her heel presses against his buttocks, asking him to go faster.

He grabs her hands and sets them above her head, intertwining their fingers and keeping her still. Their chests share heat, a thin layer of sweat forming on the surface. She bites down on her lip to keep quiet when she so desperately wants to be loud, to relish in the sweet torture he gives her. Din’s muscles tense, pleasure squeezing and slacking with each thrust, enticing him to chase it.

“Din…” Her eyes roll back and she flutters her eyes closed. “Mmm… I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet.” He slows down and she groans in frustration. “Not yet…”

“P-Please?”

He kisses her once more. “Keep saying my name.” He bucks hard, almost making her gasp loudly. Even so, she complies. She moans his name right in his ear, sounding so amorous. He keeps her pinned down as he thrusts faster, breathing harder against her neck. Everything within him tightens further and further, the pleasure escalating fast. Din’s climax makes him growl from his throat and his body shudder as her tight walls clench around his dick. Ecstasy seizes him at once, bursting heat through his veins. His breaths stagger as he finally relaxes, chest rising and falling against hers, his fingers letting go.

They stay like this in the afterglow, his weight pressing down against her as he rests. She kisses his shoulder, tracing shapes along his back and keeping her legs wrapped around him. “Mm…” Her voice is hoarse and raspy. “I love you,” she whispers.

They’ve only been recently saying it. “I love you too.”

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The beeping of the alarm makes her groan, her hand flying over it to shut it off. I have so much to do today… I have to go wake Grogu up. Get him some breakfast. And then what? Oh, yeah, probably do more of his homeschooling. I’ll go see what Din has in store today too—

As her eyes open, she feels something heavy around her waist. That’s odd. She looks down to see an arm around her. No way. Is that—

“Good morning.”

Her body awakens as her eyes widen, staring at the wall of the room. “D-Din?” The room is bright enough from the morning light seeping in through the windows. She doesn’t make any sudden movements, in case it’s a mistake. Then again, if it was, he would have already done something about it. Does… does that mean it’s okay?

She takes her time, her heart racing as she turns her head. Her eyes trail from his hand, up his arm, all the way to his shoulder.

When she turns completely, her breath is stolen away.

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian smut #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand #god this took forever #its so long... lmaoooo

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mickimagnum · 4 months

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Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Seven

*the episode opens with a shot of Devin in her bedroom. she's getting ready for the cocktail hour event that's about to begin*

Devin (voice-over): "I'm really nervous for tonight. It's the first elimination, and going into tonight, I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do yet. Some of the connections are stronger than others, but there are others that aren't where I want them to be at this point. So, there's a lot riding on this Cocktail Hour."

*the next shot opens with the contestants lined up in front of the show's host, Venessa Jeong, and Devin.*

Venessa: "Welcome to the first Cocktail Hour, everyone. The purpose of tonight's event is to have some time with Devin before the elimination later tonight."

Venessa (continues): "Unlike other group events, Devin will be approaching you first. So, be patient. But, also make sure to use your time with her wisely because this will be the last chance you get to convince her why you should stay. Otherwise, enjoy. And I'll see you all at the Rose Ceremony."

*Venessa leaves and the group begins to mill about the space as Devin approaches the first contestant*

Devin: "Hi, Albert. Do you want to go somewhere more private to talk?"

*Albert smiles at her nervously*

Albert: "Absolutely."

*Devin leads him to a secluded nook*

Devin: "So how are you? We haven't gotten to spend a lot of time together this week."

*Albert nods solemnly*

Albert: "I know. It's my biggest regret right now. I wish I had made more of an effort during the group date. No excuses. I should have tried harder."

Devin: "I appreciate that. Because we don't have a lot of time here together, so if you're serious about this, you're going to need to step up," *she looks up at him and smiles* "And I want you to. Because I feel like we have a good connection."

*Albert's expression remains serious, but he's fighting a smile*

Albert: "Absolutely. I want to be here. You're amazing and I definitely see something developing between us."

*Albert then takes Devin's hands and looks into her eyes*

Albert (continues): "You have my word, I'm in this 100%. I will do better."

Devin: "Okay. Thank you. That's what I wanted to hear."

*Albert kisses her hands*

Albert: "I mean it."

Devin (teasingly): "You better."

*Albert laughs*

Albert: "I do. I want to walk away from this as your man."

Albert, in diary room: "I really *bleep*ed up this week. I guess I rested on my laurels because our earlier connection was so strong and didn't push as hard as I should have this week. *Bleep*, I hope I didn't screw this up with Devin. Talk about an epic failure..."

*the next shot opens with Devin approaching Stan*

Devin: "Hey cowboy. You want to get out of here?"

*Stan grins*

Stan: "I've never wanted to hear those words more in my life."

*as Devin is leading him away, she says:*

Devin: "Calm down. We're just going to have a chat."

*Stan chuckles*

*once they're in the library, Devin says:*

Devin: "Stan, you've said it yourself that you know we don't have a lot of time to get to know each other. And because it's elimination night and I really like you, I need to completely honest here. I'm not sure if our connection is romantic at all or if we just make really great friends. Not to sound like a high-school girl, but do you even like me?"

*Stan rocks back on his heels and looks stunned for a moment*

Stan: "Whew, what a surprise! I apologize, Devin, if I've done something that's made you feel that way. Truth be told, I'm crazy about you. I think maybe part of what you're pickin' up on is hard it is for me to be in here with all these other guys. It gets me in my head a bit."

Devin: "Wait. You're holding back because you're jealous?"

*Stan rubs the back of his neck*

Stan: "Well, in the plainest of terms, yessum."

*Devin takes a step closer*

Devin: "Do you want to stay? Even if it means being in here with them?"

Stan: "Yes. After our date last night, I realized I was going to fight until the bitter end because ending up with you would be worth all the blood, sweat, and tears."

Devin: "Well, I hope it doesn't come to that..."

Stan: "If it did, it would still be worth it."

Devin: "You really feel that way?"

*Now Stan takes a step closer"

Stan: "I do."

Devin: "Pinky swear?"

*Devin winks and holds out her pinky*

*Stan grins and links his pinky with hers*

*he then pulls her against him and locks her in a sweet and tender kiss*

Stan, in the diary room: "She thought I didn't like her? That one hurts me. Especially when I am crazy about her. She's an amazing woman and I'd be one lucky S.O.B. if she were to give me a chance after this. Getting to kiss her sure was nice, though. If I go out, at least it will be on one hell of a high note. I sure I hope I don't get sent home though."

*after leaving Stan, Devin now approaches Houston, who grins as soon as he sees her*

Houston: "Good evening, beautiful."

*Devin returns his smile and blushes*

Devin: "Would you like to have our talk?"

Houston: "I would love to. Lead the way."

*Devin takes Houston into her room. they stand in front of a roaring fireplace*

Houston: "Watcher, you look...breathtaking."

*Devin blushes again*

Devin: "You clean up pretty nice yourself."

*Smiles and glances down at the floor*

Houston: "Thank you."

Devin: "So, I think I know the answer, but I'm going to ask anyway. Do you still want to be here, Houston?"

*His eyes burn into hers*

Houston: "Absolutely. Wild horses couldn't drag me away. I know what I want. And what I want is you."

Devin: "Oh..."

*Houston now grabs her at her waist and pulls her against him and begins slowly kissing along her neck, making his way up to her ear where he whispers something the microphones can't pick up. Devin giggles in reply. they then share an intense moment of eye contact before he kisses her passionately.*

Houston, in diary room: "I've never been so sure of anything in my life as I am about how I want to be with Devin. Every moment I spend with her feels right, and every second without her feels like agony. I don't think there's any reason for her to send me home tonight, but if she did, my world would be shattered."

*the next shot opens with Devin walking over to Milo*

Devin: "Hi, Milo. Are you ready for our chat?"

*Milo looks visibly ill*

Milo (squeaks): "Yes."

*Devin leads him onto the front porch*

Devin: "Milo. I want to be completely honest with you, okay? I do like you, and I do see some potential between us. You're a very sweet guy, which is rare, believe me. But, I do worry that we're in different places in our lives. And I know you're only a few years younger than me, but at times it does feel too young. Those are my main concerns. What are your thoughts?"

*the camera cuts to Milo who looks paler than usual*

Milo: "I, uh," *swallows hard* "I guess I understand. I mean, I've made pretty poor choices in how I've approached you this whole competition. That's my fault. And I apologize for all of it. I guess my inexperience in the romance department is really showing, huh?"

*Devin smiles at him reassuringly*

Devin: "I've never been in a serious relationship, either. But, yes. Poor choices have been made and I'm afraid it's gotten in the way our connection. I feel like they've gotten you in your head and things aren't where I want them to be between us. But, do you want to be here, Milo?"

*Milo looked in her eyes pleadingly*

Milo: "More than anything."

*Devin nods, her expression contemplative*

Devin: "Thank you for being honest with me."

Milo: "I will always be honest with you, Devin."

*He then takes her hand and kisses it.*

Milo, in diary room: "This is bad. This is really, really bad. I might be going home tonight. And all because I'm a dumb*bleep* and made a bunch of stupid decisions. I don't want to go home. I'm not ready. I still have so much to prove to Devin. I hope she gives me another chance."

*Devin finally approaches Handra who was beginning to look nervous*

Devin: "Last but certainly not least. You ready?"

*Handra greets her with a nervous smile*

Handra: "For you? Always."

*the pair head out back and stand next to the pool*

Handra: "You look so beautiful tonight."

*Devin smiles up at him*

Devin: "Thank you. You also look really nice."

*Handra smiles*

Handra: "It's so good to get some time with you again. Even, under the circumstances."

Devin: "I think you and I both know you don't have anything to worry about."

*Handra looks genuinely relieved*

*Devin cocks an eyebrow*

Devin: "What? You seriously thought I was going to send you home?"

Handra: "I mean, not really, but that worry is always there."

Devin: "Well, you do still want to be here?"

Handra: "1000%, with every fiber of my being!"

Devin: "Good. Then you don't have anything to worry about...this week."

*she then grins, and Handra can't help but do the same*

Handra: "I better stay on my A-game."

Devin: "Yeah, you better."

*Handra and Devin then enter into an embrace and kiss*

Handra, in diary room: "It feels so good to hear that I'm definitely getting a rose this week. I can't imagine going home after the date we had. I'm really starting to care about his woman. She's incredible. I'm not willing to walk away yet."

Devin, in diary room: "So far tonight has been one of the most difficult of this whole experience. I did get some clarity with some of the guys, but others, I feel like it just made things more confusing. I still don't know what I'm going to do. Watcher, what the hell am I going to do?"

Albert submitted by @bakersimmer James "Stan" submitted by @natolesims Houston submitted by @invisiblequeen Milo submitted by @belsasim Handra submitted by @bloomingkyras

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sasusakucoded · 6 months

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Sasuke compliments Sakura on everything that she does. Their daughter finds it odd sometimes because it's far from her standards. But, since Sasuke is so genuine about his compliments, Sakura takes them happily.

Sasuke: What's that?

Sakura: Oh.. I'm trying this new crocheting technique that I learned yesterday.. Sarada taught me..

Sarada: *looks at it* Mama that's—

Sasuke: *takes it to have a closer look* You're really good at it, Sakura. The stitchwork on this coin purse is perfect.

Sarada: /thinks/ Papa, it's okay-ish. It's not bad but it's not perfect.

Sakura: Really, Anata.. You like it?

Sarada: Um, Mama.. It's kinda loose..

Sasuke: That adds to its style. I like it.

Sakura: Really, Sasuke-kun? *gushes* Thanks, Anata.. When it's done, I'll give it to you.

Sasuke: Thanks.

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Ino: Here. *gives her a bunch of flowers and materials* Are you sure you can make one? If you can wait, I'll be free in an hour.

Sakura: Yeah.. We don't have much time.. I'll do it myself, Ino. Thank you!

Ino: Okay. Just call me if you need help. I just need to finish 3 more bouquets. *leaves*

Sakura: *tries to arrange the flowers*

Sarada: Mama—

Sakura: I think this looks good.. Let me add the ribbon to finish it up.. There you go! What do you think?

Sarada: Um.. It's a bit sloppy..

Sakura: You think so?

Sarada: /thinks/ I know so..

Sasuke: *arrives* Hey. Ino said you're here.

Sakura: A-Anata? *tries to hide the bouquet*

Sasuke: Is that for me?

Sakura: *nods* But—

Sasuke: May I see?

Sakura: Um.. Sasuke-kun.. I— *shows the bouquet*

Sasuke: It's beautiful, Tsuma. Thanks. You did really well.

Sakura: But Sarada said it's sloppy..

Sarada: I mean— The ribbon could be tightened.. That's all..

Sakura: Do you want me to tighten it?

Sasuke: No, I think it's fine. It looks good to me.. Let's go?

Sakura: *blushes* Okay.. Let's say goodbye to Ino then go.

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Sakura: Anata, here's your coffee. *gives a cup to Sasuke* Here's yours, dear. *gives another to Sarada*

Sarada: Thanks, Mama!

Sakura: *sips hers* How is it?

Sasuke: *sips* It's perfect as always.

Sakura: Really? I'm glad you like it, Anata.. *hears the phone ringing* I'll get it! *leaves*

Sasuke: Hm. I want another cup..

Sarada: Do you want me to make another one for you?

Sasuke: Let's just wait for Sakura.

Sarada: Papa.. It will taste the same if I'll make it. I swear.

Sasuke: *shakes his head slowly* No..

Sarada: *sighs*

Sakura: *comes back* It was Shizune. She reported about some missing vials.. *sees Sasuke's empty cup* Anata, do you want another cup?

Sasuke: Yes, please.

Sakura: *makes another*

Sarada: *watches her mom*

Sakura: Here..

Sasuke: Thanks.

Sakura: *answers the phone again*

Sarada: Papa, it's literally the same thing. Coffee, milk, sugar.

Sasuke: Yeah. But your mom knows my taste.

Sarada: *confused*

Sasuke: Try it. *moves his cup to her part of the table*

Sarada: *takes a spoonful* Oh.. It tastes.. Sweeter and milkier than mine?

Sasuke: Yeah. Your mom knows the exact measurements of my coffee.

Sarada: All this time, I thought we're drinking the same thing.

Sasuke: No.. She knows what we like.. Remember the coin purse?

Sarada: *takes out hers* Yeah.

Sasuke: You'd think they're made by two different persons. But in reality, she just made what we prefer. Yours look like that because she followed what you taught her. Compact and sleek. Mine is loose because I like this style even before.

Sarada: I— I didn't know that.

Sasuke: That's Sakura's talent. If she's giving something, she considers everything related to that person's preference.

Sarada: And in turn making the perfect gift every time!

Sasuke: Yeah.

Sarada: I'm so dumb for not noticing.

Sasuke: *smiles* That's fine. It also took me time. And Sakura likes it when she gets complimented like that so—

Sakura: *walks in* It was Shizune again. The missing vials have been found. Whew!

Sarada: Mama.. Thanks for the coffee.. It tastes perfect!

Sakura: Really? I'll make you another one if you want..

Sarada: Yes please!

Sakura: *rushes to the countertop*

Sarada: *looks at Sasuke, smiling*

Sasuke: *pats her head*

#sasusakusara #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 248

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pennzance · 24 days

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"Okay, so, we're out of movie ideas. What can we remake now?"

"Hmm... I think all the good ideas have been done in the remake-time-window. You don't want to violate the rules of the window."

"What if... wait, what if we remade a... and hear me out... a BAD movie?"

"... why?"

"Think about it! We could do an idea that was done badly, but give it the love and attention and budget it needs to really shine! We could remake something a handful of people remember kinda sorta maybe and bring it to a whole fresh audience! We could-"

"Oh, sir, sorry to interrupt, but 'I Dream Of Jeanie' just passed the window!"

"REMAKE IT REMAKE IT NOW! Whew... I almost had to put effort into something..."

"Close call, sir."

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #this was probably a real conversation #try remaking or adapting a failed idea and seeing if you can save it

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expectiations · 1 month

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The Gentlemen, episode 8

future looking grim. opa and oma at each other's throats.

oh oh oh is jack awake now?

why does johnston give me rdj vibes

oh fuck we're all gonna die

oh my ducking what the ducking hell AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

HOLDING ONTO THE EDGE OF MY DUCKING SEAT

freddy, don't ducking play hero

ah fuck the wifi's acting up

ah even grand old gramps sees their potential

shakes them are you or are you not okay

wait wait divorce???

you know i have an exam tomorrow right?

nope i need to see this through

this is why we never ever start stuff during hell week

nah we always start stuff during hell week. helps us cope

right and our grades are coping too

uhm Sabrina's into this now? ah

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH Sabrina now talking to Susie without condesencion? wow tickle me blue

is that a proposal

and here we go

OH MY GOD

OH MY I KNEW IT

I LOVE THIS

oh whew i thought that was it

was that basically their engagement party?

it's done. it's over. my life is ducking nada. well at least they're together yeah? aaaand not gonna expect a season 2 because it's netflix but ladies and gentlemen...

The Gentlemen, season 1

#tia watches stuff #see i inserted self talk because shitty wifi stuff #the gentlemen #susie glass #eddie horniman #liveblog

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redrabbitspod · 1 year

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YOU GOT ROBBED ?! Can we have a story time ?

Um, no? Andrew fucking stabbed him before he robbed us?

Okay, here's a story time for you since I know you've missed them.

To start, let me just say we have a ridiculous security system. Like, they probably don't have this shit at the most secure locations okay. My uncle procured it and idk from where, we'll leave it at that. Now, because of this, we've had to tinker with it so we don't get an alert every time one of the chickens beaks a worm to death (RIP worm). Because of that it basically just alerts us when something sets off the security lights.

Now, we're in bed. It's like 3AM and we're sleeping soundly AT THE SAME TIME which happens a lot but it also doesn't happen enough that we appreciate it when it does (trauma lol). Both our phones start buzzing and Andrew fucking ninja kicks out of the bed like someone's burst through our bedroom door and not at all like his phone is softly buzzing near his head. I don't move at all because honestly I'm tired and Andrew seems like he has it handled. A few seconds later I hear who the fuck and that's when I also karate somersault out of the bed to find myself holding a weapon and ready to go. Because that meant a PERSON was setting our shit off.

Andrew's all grimly pulling his arm bands on like 'stay here' and after I got done laughing in his face we crept downstairs. We were watching this person go from shadow to shadow like they thought they could avoid the security lights and it would've been funny if it weren't so sad. We watched him sidle up to the back doors and try the handle and then pull something out like he was going to try to pick the lock. The alarm only hadn't gone off at this point because Andrew disabled it on his phone before it could. So we let him try to pick it. Because why not right? It was laughable. It's an electronic automatic lock like, my brother in Christ. It was never going to work.

Meanwhile Andrew pulls out a donut from somewhere istg I have no idea I guess they were just there in the kitchen which is where the back doors are and we're just hanging out listening to this fucker cursing at the door. Eventually Andrew shoves the last of the donut in his mouth, straightens his armbands and throws the door open.

Okay so listen. Andrew doesn't just stab people unless they deserve it, you know? We were just going to scare the shit out of this guy but then he pulls a gun when he sees us and barrels his way into the house like he's a one man swat team or some shit. Andrew wasn't even phased but AS SOON as that guy pointed a gun at me? Whew. WHEW. It's still gray sweatpant season friends and Andrew sleeps shirtless so this idiot is fucking HALF NAKED with his LONG ASS HAIR everywhere with BLACK ARMBANDS and he pulls a knife out so fast and just stabs THE FUCK out of this guy. Portrait of a small hot man titled 'don't touch my things'.

I'm laughing just thinking about this.

Like right in his side. He crumples to the kitchen floor and I look at Andrew and he looks at the guy and I'm like we're never going to get the blood out of the grout 😭 and Andrew's like he could have killed you you fucking idiot and I was like that gun isn't loaded. The guy at this point is trying to like crawl away so I put a foot on his back to hold him in place. Where tf do you think you're going?! Anyway so Andrew checks the gun and yeah. Not loaded. Like I said. I could just tell idk.

So then what do we do? We COULD call the cops but who wants to deal with the cops? Not perfectly law abiding citizens like us. And let's be real idk why this guy is breaking into houses. He sure broke into the wrong one and he was lucky he didn't step on a cat or something bc I'm not sure he'd have lived to tell this tale. But Andrew calls Aaron 1. To make sure they're okay and no one tried anything over there because The Nieces live there and 2. He didn't want to bloody the Maz or the GS so Aaron's shitty Honda would have to do.

We tie the guy up, load him into Aaron's Honda (I drove because I'm a great getaway driver and Aaron threw the keys out of his front door and said I DONT WANNA KNOW before slamming it again) and dumped him in front of a hospital. At this point Andrew had a shirt on but it was fine because he let me be the one to threaten the guy and if there's something I'm great at (besides being a getaway driver) it's making people believe my threats.

Anyway the guy pissed himself in Aaron's trunk and we're just waiting for him to realize it ☺️

THE END -N

#story time #rr answers 2 #Neil answers 2 #jk fbi guy haha lol

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"the neoliberal rhetoric of the pronoun (ESPECIALLY in english) as the ultimate form of advocacy" -- it's such a relief to hear your take on ava's thoughts on pronouns bc i've always been frustrated by how limiting they are? how much stress they cause? i know pronouns are important for some folks but also we're so much more than that...

whew like ok i work in dei, mostly for youth (sport, schools, etc) but also doing lgbtq 101 workshops for upper level execs who run big sports orgs, school districts, blah blah, & it's like... people really think that getting someone's pronouns right (or even trying to get someone's pronouns right) is like........ you have done it! u are not transphobic! u understand the nuances of everyone's gender if you use the right pronoun!

& like... i get paid a fair amount of money to lowkey sell out & explain what a pronoun is (lol) but at the same time it is the fucking bane of my existence. i personally hate pronouns. i think they are legitimately so stupid lol. like... to distill the vast nuanced experience of both having a gender identity AND being perceived at all times as a gendered being (which sometimes match & sometimes don't) into a PRONOUN is just baffling to me.

i think cis people (especially those who don't really want to do the work needed to understand what abolition means -- how queerness & especially gender expansive trans identities are a crucial part of the intersection of where that ethic is rooted) just see pronouns as a sort of easy way out. like you're cool with trans people if you can remember someone's they/them pronouns. it's so gross & so deeply tried up in representational politics (diverse oppressors are still oppressors, white supremacy can be present in ethic & politic even without a white person in the room, etc).

& of course like you said pronouns are definitely important to some people (it is always nice to feel seen & respected at the most basic level 🤪) & definitely not at all saying that anyone should like get people's pronouns wrong, obviously, but i just really hate the concept of how my entire experience as a dyke & a person in general has to be reflected to the world at all times in a silly word which is so vastly incomplete. & i genuinely (not anyone's fault!) hate how that can get tied up in my writing, especially my writing about queerness. when ppl rly care abt terms & IDs etc i can understand bc the common messaging is all rooted in neoliberalism & "representation" instead of anti-state resistance, etc, so it's like. okay lol. but i am intentional in the way i write queerness bc of my own ethic & politic, so you know

ANYWAY yes. queerness & transness is so deeply expansive, to make it only about (or mostly about) pronouns is, to me, ethically against what queerness & transness really is, especially if those pronouns are mostly talked about in the context of english. & i would be remiss in saying that using non-normative &/or neopronouns is a privilege rooted in safety. often i don't disclose they/them pronouns bc i just don't want to explain myself, & i deeply do not care, but i'm always protected in a lot of ways by my whiteness (& that i'm educated, able-bodied, cis-passing, employed, etc etc etc). for a lot of people, for a lot of reasons, pronouns aren't safe. being out as trans isn't safe. but that doesn't mean their gender identities are any different or less important or less vital.

so yah ur right sorry this is a rant lmfao & once & for all.... ava is the most anti-state anti-institution character lmao. she genuinely would not give a flying fuck about her own pronouns. god doesn't fit into a pronoun anyway :)

#this is so much sorry but there's been so many weird asks really wanting to like #define ava's gender so deeply ??#& i try to write queerness thoughtfully & precisely & with purpose so #it's like a part of what i believe as a person outside of / beyond fic blah blah #anon u are RIGHT i AGREE lol

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Hi!

So this latest chapter has a lot to unpack here whew.

Okay so, Eddie didn’t want to have sex with Steve because he didn’t want it to be forced. However, Steve is literally begging for it because he craves punishment. He feels he deserves everything that happened to him, because that’s the only way he can continue to live? He can’t fathom having actually been a victim in each situation because that would literally make him break worse. However, he knows deep down he deserves none of it.

Now, we turn to Eddie. Edward bless his heart Munson. This man is an anomaly. So, he’s self aware of all that he has done to Steve. He’s aware he took advantage of him and clearly that breaks him to some degree, BUT he regrets none of it. He keeps Steve there making it appear he has the option of him or Robin. However, we all know, he would never ever bring him to Robin’s. He has got Steve right where he wants him, but Steve KNOWS this. Steve isn’t ignorant to what Eddie is doing. He wants it and craves it.

This chapter was beautiful and my favorite chapter. You both really showed the psyche of both of these characters and how they are so layered. This chapter was well worth the wait and I can not wait to see what happens next!

hi darling!! Thank you so much for the beautiful ask and sorry that I didn't get round to answering until now.

Steve's trauma and his response to it is so complex. His self-esteem has been broken so much he fully believes he deserves everything that happened to him, or that it's his fault, like there's something about him that makes men crazy and makes them want to hurt him, which in his eyes makes him a monster. He feels like he curses the men he's around and once they're not around him anymore, they go back to normal. Of course none of that is true, but Steve thinks it is, and it'll take a long time for him to get out of that mindset and to get his self-esteem back.

And then yes we have Eddie, who's incredibly complicated too. He knows he raped and took advantage of Steve. He wanted him and he used the opportunity he had (Billy being an addict) to have him and to slowly start training Steve's body and mind to respond to him and want him over Billy. Obviously that's gone disastrously in some ways (Billy hurting Steve even now; the car crash where they could have died; Steve feeling suicidal after Billy went to prison) but Eddie was willing to take the risk because he truly believes that him and Steve belong together, and he'll do anything to get him BUT in a way where it feels like he's empowering Steve and that Steve has made the decision t be with him. He never wants Steve at this point to feel like he's forcing him into anything because he wants to be the opposite of Billy and because he wants Steve to WANT him fully, not just be with him because he has no other choice. He wants to be Steve's everything, in the same way Steve is HIS everything.

We're posting the new chapter tonight and I hope you love it. Sorry again for taking ages to post this ask but it was so lovely and beautiful and I wanted to keep it in my inbox for as long as possible!!

#asks #prism fic #tw rape #tw abuse #tw self-harm

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode three: HEAT.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !!! whew chile y/n got some haters *rolls eyes*, do y’all think taker is over exaggerating or are his actions justified?? me personally i think TRAITOR !! you’re supposed to be the leader not a sour mf ?? anyways y/n world domination for the win. three episodes in and we're scrapping for an interactions between shawn and y/n here LMAO

10:06 pm, backstage.

you knock on the men’s locker room door twice and wait. tapping your foot against the floor, you were quickly falling impatient. what the hell was taking him so long?

you roll your eyes, “if someone wants to see me, they better come to me” you mumble to yourself.

this was a waste of your time.

as soon as you took a step to walk away, the door behind you opens. you sigh as you turn around, there he was.

“about time” you mutter.

“I don’t want to take too much of your time” Taker began. well, you already damn did. “but I have one question for you.” he said. “okay?” you reply, shifting to your left foot.

“what makes you think you’re good enough to be called champion?” he asked.

excuse me?

you blinked a couple times in disbelief of what you just heard. “I beg your pardon?” you ask. “you heard me” he crossed his arms, well your ears must’ve translated something wrong. did he just seriously ask you that?

“what the fuck makes you think I’m not good enough?” you ask back. “well, you haven’t been here long enough, and you probably don’t even know what this championship means to begin with, you didn’t even work your way up. you just debuted and Vince gave it to you” he explained.

you scoff. “who the fuck do you think you are?” you exclaim, he is taken aback. no one ever talks back to him, no one. but here you were.

“I’ve worked really fucking hard to get to where I am now, and I have held multiple championships throughout my career. I know damn fucking well what this championship means. I am more than enough, I’m holding it and I am capable of defending it” you point at him.

“I was New Japan’s longest reigning women’s champion and I still am for a fucking reason. just because you’ve done well in your career and you’re not a champion right now, doesn’t mean that you can go around and degrade others. you’re the one who’s not worthy enough to be champion, because you clearly are a hating, sour old bitch!”

“what did you just call me?” he raised his voice, “a hating, sour old bitch.” you answer even louder, getting in his face.

“do you know who you’re talking to? I can end your career if I want” he yelled. “I can end yours if I wanted to as well! you’re one broken hip away from retirement anyways” you spat.

by now those who where in the locker room had their ears pressed against the door, wanting to know what the commotion was about. “don’t fucking try me, little girl” he raised his finger.

“who the fuck do you think you’re threatening?” you yell, pushing him into the wall behind him.

and that’s when everything went to shit.

those who were in the locker room immediately ran out. Lex, Davey, Kevin, Sid and Ahmed Johnson all held The Undertaker back. while Bret, Owen, Randy and Steve all were holding you back. you feared no one. not this guy, nor the next. you’ll hurt him if that’s what it takes.

“let me fucking go! I’ll beat his bitch ass the fuck up, I swear to god. let go of me!” you scream. your belt had fallen on the floor and you were wiggling around like a wild animal.

“what the hell is going on here?!”

it was Vince.

you were still being held back by the four men when the boss walked up to you.

“what are you two doing?!” he angrily asked, “ask him” you belted, “he’s the one was trying to start shit with me for no reason.”

it didn’t take long before the situation was diffused. Taker was pushed back into the locker room by Vince and those who held him back. Steve threw you over his shoulder and Owen carried your championship, a frown settled on your face. who the hell does that fucker think he is?

Owen closes your locker room door, and Randy sits besides you. “do have any idea of how dangerous what you’re doing is?” Bret asked, arms crossed over his chest. “no, and I don’t care”.

Bret sighs rubbing his temples, “sweetheart, you can’t just pick fights with people like that” Randy says wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “he’s the one that started!” you throw your hands up, “how would you feel if someone you don’t know, questioned your worth as champion and they don’t know jack shit about you, huh?” you ask.

“he did what?” Bret asked, stepping towards you. “okay, okay, hold on” Owen says sitting on your other side. “how did this happen?” he asks.

you explained to them how it all began, from finding the note on your door to the moment he began questioning you.

the room fell silent, and the silence was deafening. “why would he even think of saying that?” Steve asked, you chuckle. “ask him, he’s your friend after all”. “do you want me to talk to him? I can make him apologize if you want” Randy said.

oh, Macho Man. you’re too sweet for that to be what you’re known by.

you shake your head, “let him figure out that he’s wrong by himself. and even then, I won’t accept his apology” you say. “now, you’re just being petty” Bret said.

“justified” you and Owen say in unison.

“do you know how much heat that’ll give you?” Bret asks. “yup” you answer.

“y’know” Steve began, “he’s not the only one ‘upset’ that you’re the champion” he says. you’re just confused now, “why are any of these men - boys, actually, because what is this behavior - concerned about my position as champion?” you ask. “no idea, but you definitely have the locker room torn” Steve replies.

“it’s not like I’m a threat or anything” you huff.

“some think of it that way” Randy said, leaning back. “how come?” you look up at him. he shrugged, “why do you think Hogan tries to burry anyone he can? anyone that is rising above those already established is deemed a threat” he explained.

“but we’re not even in the same division..?” you say.

“ya never know” he says.

11:00 am, the next day. madison square garden; catering.

“you pushed him?!” Lita asks, you’re standing by the food in catering loading up your plates. “and I’ll do it again” you chuckle.

“have you lost your mind?!” Chyna asks as you walk towards a table. “if that’s what we’re calling it, then so be it” you shrug.

both girls are a little worried, you weren’t taking this as seriously as they thought you would. “babe, you’re the locker room’s number one enemy right now” Lita says looking into your eyes. “not exactly” you say, eating some berries.

“Steve said that the locker room is torn, so I have some people who are on my side.” you continue. “aren’t you worried?” Chyna asks, “of what?” you ask. “well, The Undertaker is like Vince’s lapdog..” she trails off. you shake your head.

“and I’m Vince current champion and his biggest signing so far, also me and Alundra’s match got a full five stars and the RAW it was on, apparently, is now the highest rated RAW in history” you boast. “not to sound like an arrogant bastard but, what’s Vince gonna do? replace me?”

they both put their hands up, “I mean, if that was me, I’d tell everyone about my accomplishments. on the first night no less!” Lita says. “wait, can we talk about that real quick? ‘cause we never actually-”

“Y/n?”

all three of you turn around and face the door, to be met by … Shawn?

"what?" you ask, "can we talk?" he asks still standing by the door, "we are talking" you turn back around. Shawn groans, "can you come here?" he asks, you shake your head, "you can come here" you answer. he groans again, "just come here!" he demands.

jeez, why's he so persistent? and whiny too, damn.

"it's not like I'm the one who wants to talk" you sigh as you get up, he meets you half way and pulls you outside the cafeteria. "can I help you?" you ask, "about your match last night" he began and you immediately roll your eyes and cross your arms. "look, If you're gonna complain about me being champion, like your friend, you might as well save your time. I don't want to hear it" you say looking away.

"what? no, no. that's not what I'm here for" he says, oh? you look at him, body facing the opposite direction, out of the corner of your eye, you can see him look you up and down, he's been checking you out every time he's seen you for a while now, because he know it gets on your nerves.

"what is it then?" you ask

"the match went just a bit too long for my liking-"

you frown, his liking?

"and who the fuck are you?" you ask, second time you’re asking that in less than twenty four hours. you sigh right after, you just debuted but you're already so sick of those backstage 'figures' trying to dictate how they want things done on you.

"the guy who was in the main event!" he answers, you give him a confused look, "okay, and?" you ask. "and? my match had to be cut short because your ass went over the time you were given!" he blurts. "by two minutes! two minutes, really? is that what you're mad about?! you ask, "two minutes mean a lot!" he defends.

you chuckle, hands still against your chest. "you're just tryna pick a fight" you say. you suddenly look at him, "did he send you here? is this what this is about?" you ask poking your finger into his chest. If this was The Undertaker sending someone to talk to you, then that would be quite cowardly of him.

"this has nothing to do with him!" Shawn exclaims, "this is about you reducing my in-ring time!"

"by two minutes?!" you ask holding up two fingers. he can't be serious, this whole conversation is waste of your damn time. "you know what? just fuck off man. I don't need this right now" you say and you begin to walk away.

he grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him, Shawn traps you between his arms as each one rests by your sides against the wall. "where do you think you're going?" he asks, you look up at him.

"what the fuck are you doing-"

"excuse me y/n?"

you both look to your left, and a staff member was standing there. "I know my timing is not great... but Vince would like you to come to his office" she says before quickly walking away, sensing she's interrupted something.

you look back at Shawn and you make eye contact, you're both quite for a second. what even do you say in this situation?

you quickly push him away from you, walking away like nothing happened. you glance behind you with a slight frown and he's still standing there, all this boy had was the audacity.

what the hell was the point of any of this?

you decided to stop by your locker room, you wanted to take off your hat. it felt a little weird to be wearing it all day, and inside no less. it felt as douchey as wearing sunglasses indoors, not as bad, but just as weird.

on your way there you bump into Bret who seems to be heading to the men’s locker room. you both catch up with each other’s day and you feel yourself loosen up a bit from all the shit you heard ten minutes ago, it’s always nice to be around him.

you were talking about your next training sessions when you approached your locker room door, then you saw it. again.

a bright yellow note, stuck on your door.

did your whole fight yesterday not give him a reason to not try to boss you around? like … at all?

“oh, what’s that about now?” Bret asks, you take the note into your hands and you’re once again met by the messy handwriting.

“you don’t disrespect a veteran, expecting a Jack Daniel’s later” -Taker.

Bret looked at you, then back at the note, then back at you. this was not good.

he can visibly see rage slowly build its way up inside you and your eye slightly twitches.

no one tugs on superman’s cape,

no one spits in the wind,

and certainly no one tells Y/n Y/l/n what to do.

“everyone keeps trying me today” you laugh, a laugh out of annoyance and anger.

you could hear two voices arguing as you enter the office.

it was Vince and The Undertaker.

you can feel your spirit deflate as you close the door behind you, “hey” you sigh as you walk towards both men. “take a seat y/n, we need to talk” Vince says.

“we fucking do” you say.

you sigh, sitting on a chair next to Taker, you both side eye each other. you contemplate whether or not you should confront him about the second note, why wouldn’t you? this fucking behavior needs to be stopped.

“listen” you start as you turn towards Taker, “I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but I am not the one to fuck with. do you understand that? doesn’t matter how fucking high up in the ranks you are, you’re still just some fucking guy” you point at him.

“I don’t need ‘locker room leader’ shit from you or from anyone else. yes, I disrespected a veteran - who started with me first - and judging by the way you’re continuing to behave, I will continue to disrespect you. I am not your punching bag, nor am I your fucking wallet. no, I’m not buying you a fucking Jack Daniels, and if you ask for anything else from from me, apart from forgiveness, a Jack Daniels will be smashed over your head. do you get it?” you ask, leaning back in your chair.

Vince and The Undertaker are stunned. no one has ever spoken to him like that, let alone in a threatening manner, let alone a woman, yet here you are.

there’s a first for everything right?

they’re even more shocked when you hurl a piece of paper at Vince. he unfolds the scrunched up note, reading it, and Vince’s head falls into the palm of his hand. he sighs loudly and Taker’s jaw clenches as he looks away.

“you know why you’re here, don’t you?” Vince asks. “oh, he knows alright” you answer.

“we’re here because you wanted to be extremely rude-”

“I wanted to be rude?!”

“stop it you two! you’re in a professional environment, act like it!” Vince hissed. “oh, we’re professionals alright” Taker remakes.

“don’t copy the way I talk!” you mutter.

Vince sighs and rubs his temples, “why are questioning her as champion? I enjoyed her match, the fans bought it. hell, that’s the best women’s match we’ve had in a while, plus if I didn’t think she’s good enough I wouldn’t have signed her to begin with” he says.

you smirk.

“well, how do you expect anyone to feel about someone coming in, and just having their place on the top carved out for them?” Taker asks, “be happy for me? maybe? I don’t know, give me some fucking advise maybe, you’re the veteran here, aren’t you?” you ask.

he rolls his eyes, “see? she’s being rude again” Taker sighs. “can you or can you not tell the difference between being rude and defending myself?” you snicker. “defending yourself doesn’t mean getting in a fight with him!” Vince reasons.

it was Taker’s turn to smirk.

“that’s exactly what self defense is” you cross your arms, “what does self defense have anything to do with this?!” Taker asks.

Vince loudly sighs, “do I need to make you two hold hands like kindergarteners?” he asks, “just apologize and move on!”

“NO!” you both reply.

if this motherfucker wants to question your worth and do this much, he might as well show for it. you sink back into your seat, hmm…

show for it?

show for it!

“show for it!” you say out loud. both men look at you confused, “what?” Vince asks.

and it was like a lightbulb moment, you got an idea, a great idea. “I have an idea” you say, “well, share it with us then” Taker huffs.

#rainchyna #this feels like it abt to be taker x reader LMAO #sour grapes #wwe headcanons #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwf headcanons #wwf fanfic #wwf x reader #wwe shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels x reader #rainchyna’s sour grapes

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